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youthguk · 2 years

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bibliothèque | jjk (m)

“No better place for a good sex than library”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut.

words: 2.9k

author’s note: happy valentines day ♡ feedback is very welcomed

There was some hazy electrical tension wreathing the atmosphere in the library. It first occurred to you when one particular person started attending your regular study group sessions at the university’s library. It was unknown to you why exactly Jeon Jungkook joined your group but everyone was more than welcome to any new members striving to gnaw at the granite of science.

And you’d be lying if you’d said that Jungkook joining the study group wasn’t the best thing that happened to you this semester, making your once-a-week meet-ups the highlight of your week. To your surprise, it was fun and easy with Jungkook. You were accustomed to gaping at him in the hallways, all by himself, sure that he was a loner or something. You barely ever caught him in conversation with someone, so you just assumed that he was grim and grumpy all the time. Boy oh boy were you wrong.

The moment Jungkook stepped into the library and got paired with you to quiz each other was just a blessing from above, turning your Saturday morning meet-ups into something to look forward to the whole week. He was charming and funny without even trying, never skimping on witty comments. You were getting used to his presence and the power that it held over you, feeling tingles in your stomach every time he’d lean closer to you to see if your answers matched with his or every time that his fingers would leave imperceptible touches on your shoulder while he sits sideways in the chair, deep in thoughts to solve the equation.

“Seems like you two get along pretty well,” randomly said Ruri, nudging you teasingly as your study session ends and Jungkook is quick to leave. You notice how the rest of your study group snickers at Ruri’s words, nodding confirmingly.

You shrug, gazing at his receding silhouette.“Yeah, just like with everyone else.”

“Come on, you know damn well that guy is the biggest introvert on campus.”

Trying not to let that idea get to your head, you brush those thoughts off. It's too dangerous and gullible to believe that Jungkook was paying any special attention to you. Surely, he was evidently attentive whenever you spoke during meetings or presented something, but you like to view it just as an act of generosity that he failed to show to others. Besides you two never interacted outside of the library; yes, you would greet each other in hallways but it never went further than just nods of acknowledgment. Which fairly did make you mad, leaving you to crave for more. A little bit.

But still, the thought of Jungkook actually being into you was too enthralling to let go, so today you decided to shoot your shot. What's a better place for unraveling a guy’s true emotions than a place filled with rows upon rows of written human confessions?

You enter the reading room where everyone is already seated, including Jungkook. You never liked being late but for today you needed all chances of catching his attention that were possible. As you approach your study group, everyone’s attention is on you.

“Hey, _____, we thought you were skipping today’s session,” Ruri greets you and you notice Jungkook’s gaze on you.

“How could I skip this?” A mischievous grin plasters your face as you take your seat, tracing with your fingers the back of Jungkook’s chair, knowing pretty well that his dark eyes are riveted on you.

Libraries were always so quiet, unveiling and emphasizing every little motion, every breath taken. Though you were oblivious to the usual annoying sounds of students flipping pages or the creak of chairs as the librarian travels past them, organizing the books. What you were certainly attuned to is Jungkook’s body sitting next to you, reacting to your every single move.

At first, you think to yourself that it’s just a coincidence when you wistfully place a pencil on your lower lip and hear Jungkook clearing his throat. Just a coincidence, no need to overthink it, you reassure yourself.

But it’s still worth trying out one more time, right? You cross your leg over another, the pleated miniskirt of yours exposing more bare skin of your thigh. You register Jungkook’s sudden ruffling through the pages of his book. Well, now you’re intrigued and can’t contain the impish smirk flourishing on your lips.

“Hey, Jungkook, what do you think about this passage?” You lean in closer to him, tossing your notebook to him. You definitely caught him off guard as he nervously gulps trying to compose himself.

You blink at him innocently, as your black leather loafer’s toe fleetly brushes his leg under the table. His body tenses under that brief touch, leaving your mind open to lingering thoughts. Jungkook himself was such a blessing to an eye, with silky black hair coating his doe eyes that always made him appear so innocent and genuine while the rest of his body reeked of masculinity. And seeing him now so agitated because of your slight closeness makes your heart rise to your throat, welcoming dirty thoughts into your head. Damn it, what were you doing? Where would this all lead today?

“I think it’s fine, you did good,” he says, pointing back at your notebook when met with your smitten expression. “You look different today.”

You raise your eyebrow at his statement. “Really? What’s different?” You lean in closer, tilting your head curiously.

“I don’t know…just different,” he clears his throat, eyeing you up and down, gaze slowing at the sight of your bare thighs, but he quickly looks back into your eyes.

“Well, I hope in a good way?”

“Yeah, totally my type,” he chuckles and the sudden change in his demeanor makes you giddy. What was that?

His unexpected confession leaves you frozen as you search for more in his hooded eyes that are dangerously tempting now. Losing control of whatever you started, you feel something unleash in Jungkook as he rests his chin on his right elbow that is propped negligently on the table while his left-hand travels under the table. You feel a firm grip of his left palm on your thigh and your stomach somersaults. You heavily sigh, eyes widely staring at him.

Jungkook just narrows his eyes, looking pensively at your notebook as if you two couldn’t care less about the damn essay right now. You toss a look on the other side, making sure that all of this is inconspicuous to the rest of your study group.

Jungkook arches an eyebrow at you. “Is something wrong?” He casually says, tilting his head closer to you while his hand glides higher up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. His magnetic face was so close to you now, that you would have felt his lips brushing yours if you decided to come closer to him. “You didn’t answer, _____,” he whispers now, his hot breath lacing your mouth. You swallow, feeling a low throb in your core.

When you feel his strong grip on your thigh moves higher, under the fabric of your skirt, you indulge in your first instinct, pressing your legs together. He squeezes your thigh again, a gasp trapping in your throat as his own tension is now clear to you. What were you doing, this is insane.

“You know…” you clear your throat, not expecting that it’d be so hard to collect yourself, “I still need to look for some references.”

You stand up from your seat, sleeking your skirt with your shaky hand. This was ridiculous, what was your plan again? To find out if Jungkook liked you? Well, apparently he does have some slightest interest in you and isn’t that shy to show it as well. But what were you going to do about it? Whatever those options were, you are not insane enough to discover them at the library, full of people.

You hurry through the stairs, making sure to get away from Jungkook as far as possible. The second floor was surprisingly empty, and you stop at the section farthest away. You lean at the bookshelf with your back, catching a breath.

But you weren’t destined to be left in solitude today as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You turn around, grabbing the first book that caught your attention. Crime and punishment. You roll your eyes, reading the title of the book. Of course, what else you’d need right now when writing an essay for English literature class?

Jungkook’s figure appears right next to you, catching you unawares. “Sure you needed this for reference?”

He’s leaning his shoulder on the bookshelf, studying you closely. “This? Oh, no, of course, no,” you let out a nervous laugh as if caught at a crime scene. “You know, just love this so much, wanted to freshen up the story in my head. For my own enjoyment,” you grant him a strained smile.

“Something tells me I can bring you more pleasure than some prose-less classics author,” devilish smirk plasters across his face. It’s surely hard to argue with that.

“Where did you get that courage from?” You snap at him, closing the book in your hand with a clap.

Jungkook scoffs, taking the Crime and punishment from your grip and placing it back on the shelf. “Is that what bothers you?” He takes a step closer to you, startling you with the dangerous proximity of his body to yours. You step back, until your back hits the stack of books behind you, trapping yourself between Jungkook’s hot body and the bookshelf. “Is that why you dressed like this today? To get my attention?” He catches your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face him.

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not for you,” you let out an obvious lie to both of you.

He just chuckles at you amusingly. And when you finally meet his eyes, your stomach tingles at the sight of his glossed-over glare. “Not for me?” He scowls, jaw clenched as his fingers release your chin, trailing down to your neck, briefly caressing your clavicle before traveling lower to your breasts.

Your heart pounds hard inside your chest, sending blood to your head. You felt his every touch so deeply, wishing to get rid of the clothes preventing you from the skin on skin contact. He cups your breast in one hand, fondling it, while the one snakes up your thigh. As Jungkook reaches up your core, you feel the fabric of your underwear clings to your wet folds.

“Is this not for me, hm?” He hisses, the raspiness of his voice cutting through the overwhelming silence of the library. You would like to answer and stand your ground but you just stand there, panting in anticipation, chest heaving under his touches.

“Jungkook, we are in a fucking library,” you attempt to argue, one last chance to stop something that both you needed right now and craved even longer.

He shrugged, palming your heat, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger and stronger. “What can be a great place for a good sex, if not library, love?”

Jungkook will be the death of you, that you can tell already, when his mere words were able to make you squeeze his forearm, your body arching towards him.

You didn’t need to ask Jungkook more, seeing you like this was a miracle to him alone, your half-lidded eyes peering at him in pure neediness.

Before you knew it, his lips were crashing yours, hungrily devouring you. His tongue felt perfect against yours, making you tremble as he grunted into your mouth. You whimper, feeling his hand on your jaw while the other one pushes aside your panties, thumb brushing over your wetness smeared all over your folds. You exhale heavily, list clogging your mind, the worry of having sex in the public library long-forgotten now.

Jungkook’s wet lips travel down your jawline, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You throw your head back, parting your lips to let out a quiet moan.

He growls before coming back to your parted lips, ghosting them with his before you feel him pumping his finger inside of you. You wince, biting on your lower lip in hopes to suppress the moan.

He pumps you in and out, his finger dipping in your arousal. Your hold on his forearm becomes more desperate and there’s nothing more that Jungkook wants to do than give you everything that you yearn for.

Jungkook adds another finger, now pressing the spot that had you drooling on his hand.

“Fuck, Jungkook, I—, please,” you try to collect your thoughts through the panting.

But he only shushes you, stretching you out more for him. “We don’t wanna get caught, right, baby?”

And you just nod, taking him, grinding along with the pace of his fingers that were hitting your spot so deliciously. Jungkook doesn’t slow down for a bit, driven by the blissful state of yours that he created.

You clench around his fingers, growing tighter. Jungkook was attentive to your every move, so once you start clenching around his fingers, growing tighter, he speeds up even more, pushing you over the edge.

Jungkook grunts seeing you whimpering, brows knotted while your body is convulsing around his fingers as the pleasure washes over you. “Good girl,” he brushes through your hair as you tiredly throw your head forward, on his shoulder, ragged breathing escaping your mouth.

You search for his mouth, while hands desperately trace down his chiseled chest to his belt, determined to unbuckle him.

“I appreciate this, princess,” his hand hovers over yours as you meet his darkening gaze. “But I prefer this more,” he swirls you, pressing your back to his front, and you whine at the closeness of your bodies. “Hope you don’t mind this?”

You briskly shake your head, turning to the side, striving to catch a glimpse of Jungkook, as you hear him unzipping his jeans. “No-no, it’s perfect, Jungkook, please,” you throw your head back in anticipation of finally feeling him, taking him fully.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against your earlobe from behind as his hand wraps around his length, pumping himself off. You bite your lower lip, wishing to get a proper look at that lewd sight.

Jungkook pushes up your skirt, squeezing your ass cheek. You sigh heavily, pussy throbbing rapidly as he tapped his tip against your core.

“Jungkook, f-fuck me, please,” you plead, not able to wait for more as he glided his big cock between your ass cheeks making you hold your breath in anticipation. You were so wet, so eagerly ready to take him here, not a single worry about being in the library, regretting only that you two couldn’t moan loudly.

He places his tip inside your pussy, and you find yourself desperately pressing back against him. Jungkook slides his hand under your shirt, cupping your breast under the bra, setting your stomach on fire. You palm your hand over his and squeeze it tighter as he finally pushes his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling.

Your walls hug him, clenching on his full length, feeling his own arousal. At first, he moves excruciatingly slow, thrusting in and out of you at his full length as he stretches you out.

When he starts speeding up, thrusting deep, you grab his arm, pulling him closer, your back perfectly pinned to his chest, feeling his own heart hammering at a soaring rate.

Jungkook slides his free arm to your front, resting two fingers on your clit, rubbing it with the same pace he was thrusting you from behind with his cock.

You feel another wave of pleasure approaching you as you’re tightly wrapped by Jungkook’s hands from behind, and nothing except for the sound of his hips slapping against you roughly and your muffled whimpers surrounding you now.

You knew Jungkook had some insanely special power over you, but you could have never imagined that it would allow him to fuck you senselessly in your university’s library. Well, now that was the last thing on your mind, especially as you feel him fastening his pace violently, making your grip on the poor bookshelf that you used to support yourself.

And as the sound of his moan reaches you, your pussy clenches around his cock, throbbing through your orgasm taking over you. You tremble in his embrace and Jungkook only groans at this sight, gripping tightly on you, speeding up even more, chasing his own high.

You feel his body shuddering behind, filling you in warmly. He now rests his chin on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your nape.

“Fuck, Jungkook, that was so good,” you mumble, pulling your skirt down, as he buckles up his jeans, tugging his shirt in.

You turn around to face him, now that you both look somewhat decent and he latches on your lips again, hands wrapping around you. “Do we really have to go back to that study session now?” He pouts at you, his doe eyes back to being innocent as if he didn’t hungrily devour you with them just moments ago.

“You have better plans?”

“With you? Plenty.”

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fullofgutsndopamine · 5 months

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everything you do (makes it easy to fall in love with you)

tw: cliches, over usage of pet names, insta-love, cursing

they/them for reader but one instance of “Misses” i couldn’t find a way around it

more here

the giggling should’ve given it away at first.

kids giggling and pulling at the each others sleeve is never a good sign, and even as a second year teacher-you know better.

a smile finds its way onto your face regardless, “what’s so funny?” you ask, “hm?”

half the class giggles into their hands, squirms in their seats and doesn’t answer until a student in the front spoke.

listen, you don’t have favorites-they’re all your kids. but if you had to choose, Rosie, the quiet kid that sits in front for all your lessons, speaks quietly and carefully, her glasses falling down her nose as she speaks-would be one of the first

“miss,” rosie giggles, “someone left a present for you.”

you act surprised.

Kids bringing small presents is nothing new; there's James, who brought you a bruised apple in the first month you started teaching. Annie, who comes in from recess with rocks shoved deep in her pockets for you; Sam who never comes inside when the bell rings without a weed in their pocket, a dandelion half squished for you-

when you make your way to your desk, make a show of opening the small shoebox turned Valentine's Day box you made in class, now with little cats on the sides, whiskers on the front; you're expecting half ripped pieces of lined paper in there, little mispelled love notes from your students-

making a show of opening it, you don't have to act surprised when you see it's absouletly filled to the brim with notes-and you were half right, written on ripped lined paper, scribbled between class periods, mispelled everything-

"Miss-"

one of the students calls you back to it as you take a handful out, a mess of: u lok nice 2day and i lik ur dres or i lov u

"Do you want us to tell you who they're from?"

They're giggling behind their hands, like it's an inside joke you somehow missed out on, didn't get the memo on

"Hm," The smirk plays on your face as you grab another one, "I haven't the faintest idea-"

"It was Mister Charlie!" Annie all but squeals, the class erupting into giggles

"Mr.Charlie," Your eyebrows form into one, "Like, the science teacher across the hall, Mr.Charlie? The one with the glasses?”

It's obvious from the notes that it isn't from him even if you've seen him in passing; walking to your classroom in the morning before the students are there, your hands full of bags for the classroom, him insisting on helping you only for you to race him to see who can get to their classrooms first-walking into his room when you know it's his planning period, his hair dishelved, glasses shoved ontop of his head as he's massaging the sides of his forehead only for you to ask, "Does this sound dumb?" when you're trying to draft an email

you know of Charlie

it's hard not to know about charlie. it's only your second year teaching, your first in this school district, and while everyone here is nice, he's the only one who's seemed to go out of his way to make sure you're comfortable. Dropping by on his lunch, his wrinkled paper bag in hand "I packed too much for lunch." only to pass you an orange, or an apple-when you get a note from one of his students and open it only for it to read: Sorry. They needed a second outside of the classroom. Please send something back for them. -C

"Yeah," They pull you back to present time, "He has a crush on you. He loves you."

they're giggling into their palms, oohing and awing as you do when you're young and love is something that makes their face bright red and squirm in their seats-

"Alright," You shake your head, shove the notes back in, hoping they don't see your face bright red, "We have to finish this lesson. C'mon, let's see where were we. Ah, yes. June, can you-"

You wait until it dies down, when you hope these notes are at least a semi forgotten thing, right before you're about to send them to recess, to send the note across the hall. You make sure to staple it down, don't trust the kids to not peak, and send it across the hall

Across the hall, Charlie is pacing.

"No because like," He shakes his head, runs his hand through his hair, "I can't tell them I like them-"

His best friend, the janitor, John, sits backwards in his chair, eating a banana.

He rolls his eyes as he peels the outside carefully, "Right, because that would be embarrassing-"

"No because exactly!" He shakes his head, slams his fist against his other hand, "I have to-"

A tiny knock on the door and charlie whips around.

All his students are gone, in art for the next 45 minutes-don't them to see him like this, stressed about a crush he'd rather die, thanks.

"Hey. Where-."

He immediately drops the rant, drops his voice as he kneels on the floor, very aware of how intimidating he could be to children, and how he towers over the students, tries to make himself smaller around them always

She drags her feet to Charlie, hands him the piece of red construction paper, stapled down, face bright red: "This is from misses, across the hall."

She speaks so quietly charlie has to strain to hear her, would have missed it if he didn't see your writing across the top of it.

His eyes go wide to John, "It's from them."

John cackles, "Is this a code red? Or-"

"Not now, John." charlie hisses, turns to the kid, "Thank you.”

And she nods once, drags her feet out the door and all but runs to the classroom.

"Open it, you idiot." John huffs, throws the banana peel into the wastebasket by the door, misses.

charlie turns it around in his hands, takes a deep breath, and opens it.

Across the hall, you worry you did the wrong thing.

It borders on flirting, the note you sent. Wrote it on a whim, can definitely see the words you scribbled out, wrote over, tried to make it so he doesn't see the first draft

Heard you have a crush on me you wrote, my kids filled my box with notes from "you". I would expect a science teacher to know how to spell 'hydrogen' when you're professing your love to me, but it's sweet, all the same. If you're kids say anything to you, just wanted to fill you in. Sorry, this is dumb.

You're contemplating faking your death, making a new identity, running away-investing in fake mustaches anything then to live in shame of flirting-with another teacher?! A science teacher of all things?! Please.

The note is shoved under your door, and you can hear footsteps all but run away and a door close in the time it takes you to get it.

It's your planning period now, and you turned the lights off and shut the door in hopes of some quiet to get rid of the pounding headache behind your eyes, your glasses shoved over your face

You get it slowly, carefully, walk to the door where there's a thick piece of computer paper, also stapled close, halfway across the room from being shoved with such passion under the door-

your name is scribbled in front, loopy and carefully and you open the note slowly, expecting a restraining order

sunshine,

can't believe my cover was blown away by students, of all things. I heard them whispering in my classroom about this, but didn't think they'd be brave enough to do anything about it.

I'm sorry about my kids. I think when adults look at each other, kids think they're in love. I hope they didn't bother you too much.

-charlie in 303 (The science teacher)

P.S. You look pretty today

Your fingers run over the note, the place where he obviously pressed down too hard with his pencil and left marks in the note, the scratching out he did. The way he added his classroom in, as if you weren't sure who he was, as if he isn't the only one who's showed you kindness, who stayed with you when you locked yourself out of your classroom your second day until John came to unlock the door. Or the snacks he brought you, the cupcake he had a student bring you when he was celebrating his birthday-the kind little gestures he did in the few months you'd known him

You sit on the note for the day.

Not on purpose; your class came back and there was a small fight amongst students, homework to do-the note felt heavy in your pocket, forgotten until you got home and undressed for the day.

"No but like," charlie sighs to John the next day, early before school is suppose to start. John is leaning back in his seat, eating a granola bar and missing his mouth, most of it ending up on the floor, "Valentine's day is in two days and all I did was send a note all but professing my love to another teacher."

"I know," John snorts, "How embarrassing. That has to be like, an HR red flag, right?"

"Not helping, John." charlie groans as he slams his head against his desk. "Maybe this is a sign I should quit. Move across the sea, make a new identity-"

"On a teachers budget?" John snorts, "charlie be serious, you can't even afford to look at those ticket prices-"

"Not helping, you-"

"Besides," John rolls his eyes, throws the wrapper in the trash, "It's just a crush, charlie. Jesus Christ, you act like you've never had one before. They aren't going to write you up for thinking the teacher across the room from you is hot."

charlie groans, digs the heels of his palms into his eyes until he sees stars.

"And besides," John adds, "It's cute. I haven't seen you this excited since college. The flowers are cute, I promise."

charlie doesn't answer, picks up the mini water bottle he ripped the label off of it and picked some of the wild flowers that grow on his walk into school. He can't afford the grocery store bouquets, not on his teaching budget.

"Come on," John groans as he stands, jingles the keys in his hands, "I'll unlock their door before they come. They'll be here in ten minutes."

charlie sighs but obeys, bites back comments on how he worries this is weird, replaces it with: "it's weird you know their schedule."

John huffs, digs into his pocket as he makes a show of using the wrong keys so charlie groans, cranes his neck to check the hallway for any signs of you-

Finally, three wrong keys later, John pushes the door open and gently shoves charlie in, and he stumbles inside, places the water bottle on your desk, and digs around in his pocket for the note he wrote last night when he couldn't sleep, and shoves it deep into your valentines mailbox before he can regret it-and all but runs out.

Your turning the construction paper make-shift valentine you made over in your hand, contemplating what to say, when to confess this crush officially, when your eyes hit the small water bottle again.

the note never said it's from him, but it's all but implied, the same flowers you see in the schoolyard day in and day out, and you drag the small bottle to you, shove your nose deep into the small bouqet.

Your eye catches the note in the box. You almost missed it, halfway through the day already, when you can see the very tip of it, and you carefully have to dig it out, carefully unwrinkled it and put it on your lap

one day left.

according to my kids, we're married. sorry you have to find out this way that you're taken. sorry the last name is kind of shit.

Have a good day, darling. Keep the tiny humans alive until 3:05.

-C (303, Science teacher)

PS You look beautiful today

A smile creeps onto your face, and a plan forms in your head.

Being friends with the janitor comes with many perks. You didn't originally become friends just for those perks, believe you should treat everyone kindly, but when charlie is in one of his kid's specials (It's Thursday, so you know it's music class and you also know, from walking past the room, that charlie takes the class very seriously, and likes to join in when he can) and you're able to find John, hiding in his room (More of a make shift closet) and ask him to unlock charlie’s door.

"I worry this goes against a school rule," You whisper, bouncing on your heels, "Like, an unspoken rule."

John smells heavy of nicotine and grease (somehow) but he's humming as he unlocks the door, "Nah," He shakes his head, "Just mention me in y'all's speech when y'all are married. Or, name a kid after me."

You gasp, gently hit his arm, "John we are not getting married. Or having kids. I don't even know him. We're just two co-workers who are being nice."

John physically bites his tongue to hold back any comments on first love, or how many text charlie’s sent about you instead nods: "Mhm." as the door opens.

The room is darker without charlie. You know in your head it's due to the lights being out, and not actually because of his lack of presence, but he definitely brings something to the stone walls that's missing without him.

"Quick, quick quick," John teases as he leans against the doorframe, jingles his keys, that smirk on his face he always seems to wear, "Let's go."

You squeal, all but run to his desk, the small bouquet of construction paper flowers on green pipe cleaners you folded on lunch in a small paper milk carton, a piece of paper under it: One more day to go. Sorry these aren't real. From your wife

And you all but run out as John laughs at you.

Valentine's Day comes, and it feels like it's hangng over your shoulders, some big d-day you've been dreading and waiting for.

charlie is too chicken shit to ask you out to your face. He knows this, hell-you probably know that too, but he still comes in, a small cup he usually reserves for his kid's birthdays, plastic with your name down the side, filled with your favorite candy (gotten the answer from grilling your kids at lunch and lowkey bribing them) a note taped to the outside in a bright pink envelope he folded up.

He makes his way to your room, sets it in the middle, hesitates, contemplates if he should, and leaves before he can second guess it.

You're happy you saw the cup before your students, or you would've never heard the end of it.

Your hands all but shake as you take the paper out, his handwriting slanted and scribbled like he wrote it in a hurry:

It's so fucked that I couldn't say this straight to your face.

Will you go out with me? Tonight, 8pm. Tammy's Diner in town.

Let me know.

-c

The absence of his room number, his title, makes you smile, blushing as you re-read the note, him finally asking you out. You contemplated asking him out since you started here, debating with it every ride home in complete silence, beating yourself up for not doing it.

You open your desk up, grab a piece of paper, and get to work.

charlie is googling teaching jobs in the city when one of your students walks in, wide eyed, a note in their small hands. He all but runs to them, gives them a hand full of candy as they leave happily, and he takes a deep breathe, opens the note

Can't wait

I've been waiting for you to ask me out.

Our class party is at noon. Bring your class and we can have a little combined party, it'll be fun.

Wear your green tie, it's my favorite.

-Your excited wife

"And that class, is when you carry the one. Now-"

The yell rips through the air, all but quiet, and the class whips around, wide eyed, wondering what the yelling is about, the loud Woo that rips through the air.

A smile forms on the edge of your lips, "C'mon guys, we're almost done. When this is over, we have a party with Mr.Charlie’s class. C'mon. Now, if the one is carried-"

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Valentine's Day Tradition

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky wants to get you the perfect Valentine's Day gift. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Fluff, mix of nerves and confidence, slight feels (it's me), canon divergent, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: For @the-slumberparty 's Blast From the Past challenge, I went with A New Tradition Bucky. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass, and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

As Bucky circled the shop for the umpteenth time, he felt like the worst boyfriend alive. Valentine's Day was almost here and he had no idea what to get you. Even though you assured him that he didn't have to get you anything, he refused to turn up at your place empty-handed. He also knew he wanted your gift to be something special, especially since it was the first holiday the two of you were celebrating together as a couple.

Why is this so difficult?

He knew well enough that you didn't want anything extravagant, like an over the top fancy dinner. The traditional route of flowers and chocolate didn't sound like a bad idea, but any guy could do that for you. What could he do to make it unforgettable? How could he make this Valentine's Day stand out?

"You're overthinking again, aren't you?" Steve asked.

"Steve, this is hopeless and I'm not overthinking," Bucky replied into the phone as his friend chuckled. "Okay, maybe a little, but why can't I figure this out?"

"Because you're overthinking."

"Like you didn't overthink with your gift," he argued.

"We're not talking about me. We're talking about you," Steve said.

"I used to be good with women," Bucky sighed.

"You still are, otherwise you wouldn't be in a relationship."

Fair.

"The jury is still out on whether she made the right choice by choosing me as her man," he said.

"She's good for you and you know it," he said.

Steve was happy that Bucky started dating you. God knows he had to hear enough about you before you got together. It was only fair since he got to hear all about his writer girlfriend. He wondered when his best friend would pop the question.

Hopefully soon.

"So you really don't have any ideas?" Steve asked.

Bucky stopped in front of one of the displays where a few other guys stood. "No, but she did jokingly request no jewelry."

"Well, she does make jewelry," Steve teased.

A small smile touched his lips. You put so much thought and care into every piece you made. As nice as it was to maybe get you more tools and supplies, he could do that any day of the week. It wasn't romantic enough.

"Buck, I can practically hear you overthinking again," Steve sighed.

"Because I'm stuck!" he said, wincing once he realized he raised his voice and ignoring some of the funny looks he got. "I just want it to be special, you know?"

"Then get her something from the heart."

"That's your advice?" he scoffed as he walked away from the jewelry. "This is for the beautiful woman who made me personalized dog tags. I'm just an old science nerd who likes to read and…"

Bucky trailed off as he stopped at another display. The answer was so simple. Why hadn't he thought of it sooner?

"You figured it out, didn't you?"

"I did," he answered, smiling as he looked back at the jewelry. "And I may have even come up with a new holiday tradition."

"That's it. I can't eat another bite," you said, dropping your fork on your plate and rubbing your stomach. "You've outdone yourself."

Bucky's cheeks warmed as he smiled. He expected to be nervous tonight, but he felt good. Confident. It was nice to be comfortable in his skin.

He knew he wouldn't feel that way every day, but your smiling face made a huge difference.

"You helped me make the meal," he reminded you, reaching over to brush the corner of your mouth with his thumb. "But keep stroking my ego. I like it."

You grabbed his wrist before he could pull his hand away and teasingly nibbled the tip of his thumb. "Play your cards right and I'll stroke something else, Jamie."

This woman might be the death of me. What a way to go.

"So, you're telling me you want dessert," he smirked, purposely deepening his voice and licking his bottom lip.

You inhaled sharply as you released his wrist. Even though the two of you decided not to go out to dinner, he dressed nicely for you. The short dress you picked even matched the color of his top.

Proof that we fit together.

"I very much want dessert," you said, leaning forward on the table to give him a generous view of your chest. Was it impolite to stare? "I also want to give you your gift before we watch a movie."

Homemade meal, gifts, and a movie. It was the perfect, low-key evening. As long as you liked what he picked out for you.

If you hate it, I'm blaming Steve for the advice he gave me.

After clearing the table, because no way in hell was he making you clean, he joined you in the living room. The blanket and pillows were already set up on the couch and he wondered how far you two would make it through the film. Would you prefer for him to be a gentleman or an animal?

Maybe a bit of both.

"Since I didn't have your gift ready in December, I think it's only fair that you open your gift first," he said, setting the box on the coffee table.

"If you insist," you smiled.

The confidence Bucky felt earlier began to slip away as you examined the box and began to unwrap it. Maybe he should've picked prettier wrapping paper, even though it was going to end up in the trash. No, he had no reason to be nervous. You were going to love your gift.

I hope.

"Oh, my God," you gasped, smiling as you lifted up your present and looked it over.

The flower inside the glass case was unique and beautiful. The gold leaves shined as you spun it in your hand, along with the rainbow colored petals. The additional LED lights would bring an extra layer of brightness to your gift.

"I did some research after I saw a Beauty and the Beast display at a shop. It's called a galaxy rose. I know flowers are traditional for Valentine's Day, but I wanted something that would last," he explained, wiping his palm on his pants as you lifted the gift from the carton. When did he start sweating? "So I got you a rose that will never fade away."

Is that romantic or lame?

"It's perfect," you said, your eyes shining as you set it down and shifted on the cushion to face him completely. He let out a breath as you placed your hand on his cheek. The happiness that radiated from you was worth every moment he agonized over your gift. "I love it."

"I know it isn't the Beauty and the Beast rose, but it'll do," he smiled, placing his hand over yours.

"I'm clearly the Beast since I would gift you with a library if I could," you giggled.

We can build a library together.

"You're Beauty and you know it," he smiled, reaching into his pocket. "But there's still one more thing."

"There's more?" you asked as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and opened his fist.

In the palm of his hand sat a heart shaped rose quartz with the word "heart" etched in the middle.

"The science nerd in me and the jeweler in you. I mean, I'm not a geologist, but I thought this was fitting," he said, placing the stone in your hand. "You said you wanted to start new traditions. And for every holiday I spend with you, I want to give you a new stone with a new word. Something small, but meaningful for both of us."

Something from my heart.

Your eyes watered as you closed your hand around the quartz and for a moment you didn't speak.

God, you hate it. So much for new traditions.

"Jamie," you sniffled as a tear slid down your cheek. You opened your mouth to speak again, but instead pressed your lips against his. Heat rushed through him as he tenderly returned the kiss. "Thank you for making tonight so special. I won't forget it."

Mission success.

"The night isn't over yet," he whispered, unable to resist teasing you with his next statement. "I still have my gift to open."

You giggled, the quartz still in your hand as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

Best Valentine's Day ever.

New tradition in the books! Wonder what the next holiday will be. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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staygoldwriting · 2 years

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💝 Take a Chance on Me

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and our Steve Harrington is once again unlucky in love, but an unusual invitation might be just what he needs!

Word count: ~1.5k

Warnings: all fluff!

A/N: Here is a Steve Valentine’s Day fic to go with Eddie’s Candy Grams that I wrote way back when! I adore Valentine’s Day (despite being perpetually single lol), so this might be one of many depending on what you guys think! As always, please show love and support ❤️✨

“I’m sorry, man, but again, we do not have an extra copy of Weird Science,” Steve groaned.

“But come on, Steve! I need Kelly LeBrock. I’m gonna be all alone on Valentine’s Day!” the teenager complained.

“You and me both, kid, alright? At least you’re young,” Steve said bitterly.

“You need Kelly LeBrock?” he asked with a blank expression.

“No!” Steve snapped, “I’m all alone on Valentine’s Day too! So believe me, I get it, it sucks!”

“But… you’re Steve Harrington,” the teenager said quietly, making Steve sigh heavily.

“Times change, man. Here, take this, it’s Kelly too,” he said, handing him a tape of The Woman in Red.

“Thanks, Steve. I hope you find someone this Valentine’s Day,” the teenager said with a feeble smile.

“Me too, thanks,” Steve smiled back. “Enjoy Kelly.”

“Poor Steve Harrington, a king dethroned,” Robin joked as she came out of the back room.

“Hey, last time I checked, you didn’t have a date either,” Steve pointed out.

“I have extenuating circumstances for my perpetual singleness,” Robin said. “You, however, need to get yourself out there.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” Steve asked. “I spend all my time here with you, I can’t get into college, I can’t play basketball like I used to anymore cuz-”

“Oh, enough making excuses!” Robin snapped.

“Excuses for what?” Dustin asked as he entered the store.

“Little Mr. Lovesick is trying to list the reasons why he’s unlucky in love. Spoiler alert--he’s in denial,” Robin said, smirking at Steve.

“Why don’t you come to the Valentine’s Day dance at the high school?” Dustin offered.

“What? Henderson, you do realize I graduated years ago, right?” Steve asked.

“I mean as a chaperone,” Dustin said. “You know, get your groove on a bit,” he grinned, swaying his hips.

“Never do that again,” Steve said firmly.

“Agreed,” Robin said.

“But seriously, think about it, you might have fun!” Dustin said.

“I don’t want to watch a bunch of kids like you have a better chance at love than me,” Steve said, shaking his head.

“Well, you never know. Maybe you’ll hit it off with one of the chaperones,” Dustin sang, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Sure, because all I want for Valentine’s Day is to share a slow dance with Mrs. Click,” Steve scoffed, making Dustin frown.

“Fine. You can spend the night being the cool chaperone, maybe dance a little and have some fun, or you can wallow in pathetic self-pity,” Dustin said bluntly.

“Self-pity, thank you,” Steve said with a sarcastic smile. “Now, why’d you come in here?”

“Do you have Weird Science?”

“Get out!” Steve yelled, making Dustin throw his hands up, backing out of the store. He looked back at Robin, who was smirking.

“What?” Steve asked impatiently.

“Dustin might have a point,” she shrugged, stacking some movies. “Maybe if you go back to the origins of your powers, you’ll get them back,” she said, trying to hide a giggle.

“Very funny,” Steve said humorlessly. “Let’s just get back to work.”

-💝-

Steve tapped anxiously on his steering will, sucking his teeth. He looked out of his window and sighed.

“I cannot believe I’m doing this. Alright.”

Steve opened his car door, slamming it behind him. He smoothed out his pants and made sure his shirt was tucked, then walked to the door, knocking a couple times.

“You came!” said a happy voice.

“Yeah, I came, Henderson,” Steve said bitterly, but trying to hide the happiness Dustin’s excitement brought him.

“This is gonna be great!” Dustin squealed. “I won’t need that ride after all, Mom!”

“Yeah, yeah, come on, let's get going,” Steve groaned, “unless you've somehow got a date.”

“In fact I do! Suzie-Poo had a break in her school, so she’s here for the weekend,” Dustin said triumphantly.

“Of course she is,” Steve muttered. “Okay, where is she, assuming she’s real?”

“She’s very real, thank you,” Dustin replied impatiently, “she’s just fixing her hair.”

“Alright, well, we have to be there in twenty minutes,” Steve said, checking his watch.

“Ready!” Suzie exclaimed, emerging in a puffy mint green dress. “Dusty-Bun, who is this?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“I’m Steve, Steve Harrington,” Steve said, holding his hand out for Suzie to shake.

“Wow, I didn’t really believe Dusty-Bun when he said he was friends with you,” Suzie gasped, “I thought he made you up to feel better about himself.”

“I don’t blame you,” Steve chuckled.

“You’re really cute!” Suzie blushed, not letting go of Steve’s hand.

“Excuse me!” Dustin exclaimed, making Suzie snap out of her trance.

“Sorry, Dusty-Bun! Let’s go. I call shotgun,” she said, smirking at Steve.

“This is gonna be a long night,” Steve sighed.

-💝-

“Alright, here we are. Go crazy,” Steve sighed, smiling weakly at Dustin and Suzie.

“Save me a dance?” Suzie asked.

“Sure,” Steve nodded.

“I don’t think chaperones can dance with students,” Dustin said quickly.

“You danced with Nancy!” Steve pointed out.

“That’s besides the point, I was young and alone, not mature and happily dating,” Dustin replied, glaring at Suzie.

“Perhaps another time, Stevie-Boo,” Suzie sighed, then grabbed Dustin’s hand, taking him to the dancefloor.

“Ah, young love.”

Steve turned around to see who said that, and his eyes fell on you. He grinned in disbelief as you smiled wide, your eyes crinkling.

“Hey, Steve,” you said sweetly.

“Y/N!” Steve breathed. “Oh my gosh, I-how long has it been?”

“Not since graduation,” you replied. “You look good, Steve.”

“Thanks, so do you,” Steve said, blushing. “How has college been?”

“It’s been good, but tiring! I’m doing more of an internship this semester, so I took a small break to come back home,” you explained.

“Wow, that’s so great,” Steve said. “You were always so smart, I really admire that about you.”

“Well, I wish I had your charisma! It would make life a whole lot easier for me,” you blushed.

“You’re kind,” Steve said. “So, what made you chaperone for this dance?” he asked, chuckling a bit.

“Oh, I ran into an old teacher and she guilted me into it,” you laughed. “How about you?”

“Henderson,” he smiled.

“Ah, I see. You two are close, huh?”

“Yeah, we’ve been through a lot. The kid’s a lot smarter than I give him credit for,” Steve admitted.

“Well, he seems to be a genius if he thought to bring you here,” you said, blushing a bit. Steve glanced at you, looking away quickly and blushing.

“Do you-wanna dance?” Steve asked timidly.

“I’d love to,” you replied. “Where’s the rule that chaperones can’t have fun?”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Steve said as he extended his hand. You took it gently as he guided you to the middle of the dancefloor.

Steve held you softly around your waist as you held on to his shoulders. You smiled up at him as the music played, suddenly losing all sense of why you were there. Seeing Steve after so many years stirred up old feelings. You two weren’t close, but you considered him a friend, and when he dated Nancy, you felt crushed. You never told him, but you hated the way their relationship almost erased your own. Drumming up some courage, you took a deep breath.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked, your heart beating fast.

“Of course,” Steve replied.

“I had a massive crush on you in high school,” you admitted. “And I was going to ask you out, but you asked Nancy Wheeler first, so I lost my chance.”

“Wait, really?” he asked, gasping.

“Yeah, really,” you smiled.

“I had a crush on you too,” Steve said. “I was gonna ask you out, but I didn’t think you’d have me.”

“Of course I would’ve had you, look at you!” you said, bolder than intended.

“Again, you’re too kind,” Steve chuckled. “I was a jerk, and you were nothing but nice to me. I didn’t deserve you.”

“And how about now?” you asked, leaning closer to him. Steve looked at you intently, breathing heavily. Your eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in too, kissing you softly on the lips.

“I think I’ve got a chance now.”

“I think so too,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again.

“WOO! Go Harrington!” Dustin cheered from across the gym, making you and Steve break your kiss. Steve shot a dirty look at him, but you laughed.

“Always ruining the moment,” Steve shook his head, chuckling.

“He means well I’m sure,” you smiled, “But we should probably try this outside of our old high school gym,” you joked.

“Well, I am seeing a whole lot of chaperones,” Steve said, raising his eyebrows.

“Agreed, plenty to look over all these kids,” you pointed out.

“Indeed,” Steve nodded nonchalantly.

“Hey, Steve?” you asked, making him look at you. “Is it too late to ask you to be my Valentine?”

“Definitely not,” Steve smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

-💝-

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14dyh · 9 months

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Science and Insanity | H.Z.

a/n: watching Re-Animator and all i could think about is Hange as a mad scientist

Mad Scientist Hange as your lover...

who loves it when you listen to their experiments and express fascination with their new findings

who creates or shows you weird stuff they think you'll find interesting

who has a very optimistic yet calculating attitude (charming, right?)

who makes science jokes that you find funny (but doesn't sound funny to other people, I'm afraid)

who loves having silly conversations with you because they know you won't find them annoying

"If you're gonna ask me if I would still love you as a worm, I'll s–" "Hange, I won't ask you that, you dork." "Well, I see that. But you know worms are really fascinating creatures with great abilities. I can make you a superworm!" "If I become superworm, are you willing to sacrifice your corporeal body to be a superworm with me and rule the world with our superworm powers?" "YES!"

who loves having you around the workplace because you support their madness and don't insult their curiosity

who loves it when you rationalize situations where the experiment could be hazardous and has the potential to harm them

who appreciates the way you remind them to sleep, eat, and take baths (they secretly love the power of your persuasion because they notice they listen and obey you)

“what if I make a chemical that would allow me weeks of no sleep, untiringly? You won't have to tell me to get my ass to bed every night, haha!” “then you won't have an excuse to sleep with me,” you responded with a smug smile. “hmm, on another note, my idea is reeeeally terrible let's go to sleep darling forget what I said.” “you dork,” you chuckled as they playfully snuggled closer to you.

who entrusts their experiments and findings to you because your viewpoint matters a lot to them

who would hug you excitedly in the morning and tell you about everything that happened in the lab because they knew you wouldn't be shaken no matter how horrific the story would sound

who loves you and kisses you with heart eyes every time you tell them that you found a new specimen they could experiment on

who appreciates it when you show everyone that you love every inch of their twisted mind

who gets a little embarrassed when your Friday date nights turn to “let's clean up your bloody clothes and dispose of this body right away so we can finally sleep together” night

who won't admit how good you look covered in blood that wasn't yours

who would say “I love the texture of your brain!” to compliment your cleverness

who gave you a human heart carved with a short love note on it as a gift (or on any occasion, they love giving gifts even if there's nothing special about the day)

who gave you a perfume made of blood on valentine's day (dw they removed the hemoglobin so it's not red, it looks like an innocent perfume)

who tells you fascinating facts about your body (“do you know that your body doesn't react to medicine as fast as the average?” “hmm do you know that your blood is darker than most people?”)

who will further tell you what possibilities can be made possible with how your biological body is structured

who promised they would never try dangerous experiments with you ("we could try a loooot of better, more fun experiments, though" *winks*)

whose idea of pillow talk is to discuss "what if" or "how would it be like if" questions with you

who always smiles and pepper you with kisses when you manage to give them even crazier ideas they won't conceive by themself (that's so weird darling I love you so much *smooch*)

who always plays crazy science-themed car games with you because they know you enjoy it too

who never fails to let you know how grateful they are to share this fascinating, insane world with you

who doesn't regret the life of madness they led because you always stand with their choices and desires

who will ask you to marry them so they can continue a life of creativity and insanity with you forever

***

Congratulations, reader, you're officially a walking “i stand with my cancelled wife” text post

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seeanimation · 7 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day SeeLadies😜

#seeanimation #social media algorithms #trending #viral #animation #see #cartoon #comedy #scififantasy #science #funny #hilarious #valentines day

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thefootnotes · 4 months

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hello, darlings✮ welcome back to trench. here's my current quarterly playlist. fic requests are open right now - for ships listed below. dividers by @saradika-graphics.

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✮ you can call me ellis, ells or el. close mutuals can call me elmo. ask about other nicknames, but nine times in ten i'll adore you forever if you nickname me.

basic info ✮ he/him, trans, pansexual, ambiverted infp-t, type six, sagittarius, australian, dog person, romance reader, writing is everything to me, winter>>, glasses wearer, headphones on twenty-four/seven, cd collector, spotify premium user, aspiring author, regular oversharer, real-person-shipper and rpf author, ginger cat, ao3 addict, anti-monarchist, socialist, lacrosse player, pwhl enthusiast, seattle seahawks supporter, theatre nerd, night owl, revolutionary, linammon roll, moderator of the be my valentine challenge, high schooler, green is the best colour talk to the hand, i like weird science podcasts and emergency-drama shows, tote bag owner (to a mildly concerning degree), im an eyeliner kind of guy, i don't keep my mouth shut for anybody. free palestine!!

music ✮ one direction, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, twenty one pilots, maddie zahm, caity baser, dylan gossett, sabrina carpenter, alexander black, megan moroney, xana, kelsea ballerini, noah kahan, ed sheeran, billie eilish, five seconds of summer, cavetown, maisie peters, finneas, taylor swift, queen, hozier, girl in red, luke combs, phoebe bridgers, gracie abrams, miley cyrus, adele, sixpence none the richer, morgan wallen, birdy, renée rapp, the beatles, abba, robbie williams, ashe, blackbear, dyl dion, chappell roan, luke combs

books ✮ little women, red white and royal blue, osemanverse, jane doe and the cradle of all worlds, nevermoor, boyfriend material and husband material, afterlove, the meaning of birds, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, i kissed shara wheeler, the fault in our stars, they both die at the end, song of achilles, girl in pieces, you'd be home now, a semi-definitive list of worst nightmares

musicals ✮ come from away, hamilton, in the heights, high school musical, hsmtmts, dear evan hansen, tick tick boom, wicked, disney musicals<3, the greatest showman, the addams family musical, matilda, tina: the tina turner musical, mary poppins + returns, six, miss saigon, rocky horror, west side story, funny girl, chicago. moulin rouge

movies & tv ✮ little women (2019), barbie (2023), dunkirk, don't worry darling, my policeman, julie and the phantoms, rwrb, heartstopper, 9-1-1 (and lone star), doctor who, clouds, love simon and love victor

my characters ✮ amy march, nina rosario, henry fox-stuart, nick nelson, christopher eccleston's doctor, achilles, ezra squall, regulus black, augustus waters, john laurens, evan buckley, carlos reyes, allen from barbie.

my ships ✮ larry stylinson, firstprince, tarlos, buddie, nick&charlie, wolfstar, jegulus, amy&laurie, morrigan&cadence, hamburr, laurette, hobama<3, eddie diaz with literally anyone

goals and dreams ✮ i want to study abroad, publish my writing, adopt or foster kids, travel to every continent someday, volunteer with lgbt+ homeless/support shelters/charities, attend 5/5 1d boys' concerts, learn at least two languages

my sideblogs ✮ my poetry blog: @thelostboyschapter 1d lyric keywords: @onedirectionandblank

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youwouldntbelievehowigothere · 2 years

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Loft wings letters!!!!

Happy Valentines day everyone, but especially @science-lings who I made this for for Loft wings letters. This is just a silly comic based on a fanfic I don’t know if I’ll finish as it has turned into a monster. It’s another “story implications of a 40 minutes playthrough of the game” type fic. However, this was the opening scene, and I thought it was pretty funny on it’s own. Either way, hope you like it!

Thanks to @zelinkcommunity for setting up a fun event!

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dccomicsimagines · 2 years

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Love in the Air - Dick Grayson x Reader

Requested by Anon - Hi there! Do you think you could please do a dick Grayson x f!reader where it’s the first time someone has ever given her Valentine’s Day gifts and he goes all out and asks her to be his valentine? Thank you!

Author’s Note - This is very late and took off into something else...sorry.

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“Wait a minute, you’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day?!” Steph shouted from across the living room. Dick sat up straighter. He glanced over from his spot at the chessboard. Tim was soundly beating him, so Dick welcomed any distraction. It was just a perk that it was about you.

“It wasn’t a big deal where I grew up,” you said, taking a sip from your mug. You and Barbara were sitting on the couch while Steph and Cass sat on the floor. Bruce invited everyone over for a family dinner. Dick had been surprised to see you, but he expected Barbara had invited you. “I don’t really see the appeal anyway.”

Steph’s jaw hung open. “Your turn, Dick,” Tim said, smirking slightly. Dick sighed, focusing back on the game only to move a pawn to another dead end. Tim’s smirk got wider at the sight.

“Just end me swiftly,” Dick chuckled, turning to focus back on you.

“Funny that you haven’t celebrated. Didn’t you date Wally West in high school? He didn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day?” Barbara laughed, leaning back in her chair.

Dick blushed. He remembered the jealousy at seeing you with Wally. One of his best kept secrets was how he was happy when you two broke up.

“No, he’s fast, but slow brained.” You shook your head. “He always forgot, but I didn’t really care. Besides, he always remembered my birthday. Still does actually.” You laughed. “He brings me flowers.”

Dick frowned, the jealousy crawled up inside him again. Tim nudged Dick’s arm. “Checkmate.”

“You’re too smart for me, Timmy.” Dick sighed, smiling when Tim flinched at the praise.

Tim blushed, waving his hand. “You’re distracted.” He looked at you then back at Dick. Now it was Dick’s turn to blush.

“Quiet down.” Dick swallowed hard before looking back at you. Luckily, the girls were too into their conversation to notice.

“I’m going to get more tea. Anyone want refills?” You offered, getting to your feet.

Dick got to his feet. “Me.” He smiled, handing you his cup. You smiled back at him before leaving the room.

Steph scoffed. “Okay, I got what you wanted.” She stretched her arms.

Dick raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to be so direct.” He quickly looked back at the door. “Lower your voice.”

“In all fairness, you stand a chance. (Y/N) has told me in confidence that she thinks you’re hot,” Barbara said, laughing when Dick’s jaw dropped.

“Not so loud.” Dick ran a hand through his hair. His heart fluttered. You thought he was hot? A smirk pulled at his lips. “Did she really say that?”

Barbara nodded. Cass stood up and helped Tim clean up the chessboard. “What about Wally West? Are you worried about him?” Cass asked softly, studying Dick carefully. “You are jealous of him.”

Dick pursed his lips. “I’m not worried.” He chuckled half heartedly, looking at the door again. “They broke up years ago. They’re just friends.” Dick tensed at Cass’ unconvinced look. “Don’t look at me like that. They’re not a thing.”

Cass hummed before starting another game with Tim. Dick sighed. You came back in. “Here you go,” you said, handing Dick his cup.

Dick grinned. “Thank you.” He saw a charm bracelet on your wrist. “When did you get that?”

“Oh.” You turned your wrist to let him get a better look. “I’ve had this since I was little. My parents gave me charms for every milestone. I buy myself one from time to time too.” You shrugged. “I don’t wear it unless I know I’m not going to have to be (Y/S/N).”

Dick touched a charm of a vial. “What’s this one from?”

“Oh Wally gave me that.” You laughed. “After taking me to my first science fair.”

Dick’s heart dropped to his feet. “Aww.” He back away, sipping his tea. “That’s cool.”

You tilted your head before moving to sit back down with Barbara. Barbara got you into conversation, distracting you helpfully. Dick swallowed hard. Steph stood up, casually walking over to Dick.

“Just talk to Wally to ease your doubts. I noticed she has a lot of room on that bracelet and never celebrated a Valentine’s Day,” she whispered softly, bumping him with her hip. “Just go for it. Otherwise, why did you pay me to get you info?”

Dick snorted. He sipped his tea, listening in on your conversation while watching Cass destroy Tim at chess. “Who says I was going to pay you?” He laughed when Steph gasped, slapping his arm before going on a rant about his trickery.

***

Dick relaxed in his living room. He checked his phone, frowning at the time. “Wow, a minute late...a new record,” he said to himself. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the apartment.

“I’m not late. Your phone is fast.” Wally appeared next to Dick with a case of beer and three bags of fast food. “Honestly, I got caught up with a hit and run I found on the way here.” He flopped onto the couch with a groan.

“I have four pizzas in the oven, man. You didn’t have to bring food.” Dick laughed as Wally dug into the food. He paused long enough to hand Dick a beer.

“Hey, this is my appetizer.” Wally grinned with his mouth full.

Dick shook his head, rolling his eyes. He opened his beer and took a long sip. It was cheap beer, then again Wally couldn’t afford much with his appetite. Dick reminded himself to slip some money into Wally’s bank account again. Another “tax refund”.

“So how is everything?” Dick smiled, waiting for Wally to take a breath.

“Good. Busy as usual. You?” Wally slowed down, munching on a fry. “How’s the dating scene?”

Dick swallowed past the lump that formed in his throat. “Well, I kinda wanted to talk to you about that.”

Wally’s eyes widened, dropping his fry. “Dude, I love you, but not that way.” He blushed as red as his hair.

“What?” Dick choked. He almost dropped his beer. “No! I’m not asking you out, Walls. You forget I have seen you eat.”

Wally scoffed. “Rude. I’m a catch.” He looked down at his fallen fry before reaching down to pick it up and eat it.

Dick wrinkled his nose, guffawing. “Right, a catch. You nerd.” He shoved at Wally’s arm. Wally chuckled himself. “I can’t believe you were able to date (Y/N) for two years.”

“In high school.” Wally took out another burger. “I don’t think that counts as an achievement.”

“She talks about you a lot.” Dick ran a hand over his face. Part of him was losing his nerve. Could he survive being the reason you and Wally got back together? His chest wanted to burst at the thought.

Wally stopped, mouth open with burger halfway in. He looked at Dick carefully before setting his burger down. “Are you acting on your crush on (Y/N) finally? Dude, it’s been years.”

Dick’s heart skipped a beat. “What?! You knew?!”

“Dick, I’m your best friend.” Wally rolled his eyes, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “Come on. I knew you liked (Y/N) from the start, but I liked her too.” Wally pursed his lips. “But after we broke up, I thought you would make your move, but I guess you were too into Kori at the time.”

Dick bit his lip, looking out the window at the skyline. It was quiet for mid afternoon. “I guess I was.”

“Well, go for it. (Y/N) always thought you were hot even during the disco years.” Wally snorted, clapping a hand on Dick’s shoulder. “And that means something, I don’t even think Kori was a fan of that suit.”

“Shut up.” Dick let a smile tug at his lips. “She mentioned how you still give her flowers on her birthday?”

Wally picked up his burger. “And I always sing you happy birthday on yours. I do stuff for my friends on their birthdays as most people do.” He took a big bite. Dick picked up his beer, sipping at it as he thought. He remembered you checking him out, but he never thought much of it at the time.

“And you really didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day with her?” Dick asked after a long moment. A cloudy plan slowly formed in his mind.

Wally blushed, finishing his burger and licking his fingers. “Oh yeah, I didn’t. Kept forgetting. I was sixteen and dumb.”

“Still dumb.” Dick laughed when Wally pushed him gently. Wally pouted, but Dick’s plan was suddenly becoming clearer.

***

You yawned as you woke to the sound of your phone ringing. “I knew I should have turned that off,” you mumbled, reaching over to grab it. You hit the answer button blindly, keeping your eyes closed. “Hello?” You yawned again.

“(Y/N)? Sorry, is this a bad time?” Dick’s voice sounded shaky and...nervous. You opened your eyes, frowning up at your bedroom ceiling.

“No, it’s okay.” You swallowed hard. “What’s wrong?”

Dick choked. “No, nothing is wrong,” he said quickly. In your mind’s eye, you could see him running his hand through his hair. Signature Dick Grayson move. You almost laughed, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Sorry, I realize I don’t normally call you without it being an emergency.”

A real laugh bubbled out of you. “It’s okay, Dick. What’s up?” You looked around your room, noting your vigilante suit was still on the floor. It was dirty. You wrinkled your nose.

“So I...” He cleared his throat. “Bruce got an invitation to try out this new restaurant that opened by Wayne Tower. He doesn’t want to go, but gave it to me and I have a plus one...”

You smiled. “A plus one huh?”

Dick paused. “Yeah, so you want to go? Tonight?”

“I’m game. What time?” You bit your lip. It was strange for Dick to ask you to dinner. The two of you never hung out alone before.

“Six. I’ll pick you up at your place.” Dick’s tone brightened. You heard a bang followed by an ouch. “Stupid ceiling.”

You laughed. “Six o’clock. I’ll see you then.” Hanging up the phone, you shook your head and threw back your covers to start your day.

***

Dick adjusted the collar of his blue button-down shirt in the mirror before turning around. “What do you think? Sexy, but causal?”

“It looks nice,” Tim said. Tim was seated on Dick’s bed, flipping through Dick’s old yearbook while Dick attempted to find something to wear. Dick knew this wasn’t Tim’s thing, but appreciated that he was trying. Tim frowned suddenly. “Wait, do you know what (Y/N) is going to wear? You don’t want to clash.”

“I think I’ll be fine, Timmy.” Dick chuckled, turning back to the mirror.

“Did you order flowers?” Tim asked, going back to the yearbook in his lap.

“Yes, I got her favorites.” Dick turned to go into his closet to search for his dress shoes. He tossed clothes and shoes over his shoulder, making his room a disaster.

Tim hummed, grunting when a shirt landed on top of his head. “So you’re nervous?”

“Why would you say that?” Dick found his dress shoes and sat on the floor to put them on. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there was a few butterflies in his stomach. Maybe you didn’t like him that way anymore? It could be too weird for you. After all, you dated Wally. Maybe it would be strange for you?

“Well, you don’t normally throw your clothes around the room or take this long to get dressed or invite me over to check your outfit?” Tim chuckled, yanking the shirt off his head and tossing it on the floor with the rest. “Besides, you should have asked Steph over, she’s better at this sort of thing.”

“Yeah.” Dick snorted, struggling with a knot in his laces. “Steph won’t let me have any peace until I pay her money for her services.”

“I warned you.” Tim pursed his lips, setting the yearbook aside. “If you buy her waffles at some point, she’ll forgive you. Just make sure they are good ones.”

Dick nodded. Tim held up his hand for the shoe. Dick tossed it over. “Thanks Timmy.”

Tim worked at the knot. “What did you do to this thing?” He muttered under his breath.

Dick chuckled, getting up with only one shoe on. “I don’t know. Last time I wore these was...probably when I went undercover at that wedding.”

“That makes sense.” Tim rolled his eyes as he pulled the right lace and undid the knot. He tossed the shoe back to Dick. “You should be leaving soon. There might be traffic.”

“I will.” Dick hopped on one foot to put on his shoe. He grinned, flicking his head to get his hair out of his eyes. “Am I good? Anything else?”

Tim studied him, pursing his lips. “I think you’re good. Don’t forget the flowers...you still have to pick them up.”

“I know.” Dick grabbed his wallet and keys. “Thanks Tim. Help yourself to anything. I’ll be back late.”

“If at all,” Tim mumbled so softly that Dick missed it. Dick swallowed hard, goosebumps from anticipation and nervousness appeared on his skin. He shivered, pushing away his nerves as he flew out the door.

***

You whined, stretching your arm at an awkward angle to try to zip up your dress. It was a beautiful, yet sexy one, but the only problem with it was the zipper. You always needed help with it.

Sighing, you gave up after your arm ached. You put on your charm bracelet. “Oh well. Dick can get it for me.” You stood in front of your mirror, checking yourself. “Good enough.” It crossed your mind earlier that day as you replayed the conversation with Dick that this might be a date. The realization made you spit out your morning coffee.

Of course, the first thing you did was call Wally.

“Hiya, (Y/N). Isn’t this early for you?” Wally answered, chuckling. You heard wind in the background, knowing he was probably patrolling Keystone.

“I think Dick asked me out.” You ripped off the band-aid, wincing when you heard Wally trip and stumble on his end.

He swore softly. “He did? Wow, that was quick. And on Valentine’s Day too.”

“So it is a date?!” You dropped your coffee cup. It shattered, spilling hot coffee all over your feet. “Damn it.” You stared at your feet, feeling the burns as you couldn’t move due to the glass.

A gust of wind ruffled your hair. “Oh dear.” Wally picked you up, zooming you to the bathroom and putting your feet in the bathtub. He turned on the cold water. You hissed, but stayed where you were, trying not to feel too dizzy from suddenly appearing in the bathroom.

“Thanks Walls.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Wally sped out of the room only to come back with a fresh cup of coffee. He handed it to you. You smiled, taking a sip.

“I cleaned up your kitchen too.” Wally sat on the edge of the bathtub. “So...you okay knowing it’s a date?” His eyes were wide, waiting. It reminded you of when he first asked you out. He stared at you until you answered. It was the awkwardness minute of your life and the reason you told him no at first.

You took a big sip of coffee. “I mean...sure...but it wouldn’t be weird? For you?” You studied him, waiting for the sign that he was uncomfortable. However, Wally just grinned.

“Nah, I mean.” He ran a hand through his hair. A move he got from Dick. “We both liked you back in the day, but I got to you first. The only thing I beat him at actually.”

You snorted. “Really?” You blinked, thinking back to those days.

Everyone flirted with each other. Teenage exploration and all that. Dick did always seem to watch you and you always made him blush.

“Go for it. See what happens. Dick and you deserve a chance.” Wally kissed your cheek. “Of course, I will have always got you first. Make sure he knows that.”

You punched his arm hard. Wally whined, flinching. “I’m not a piece of meat, West.”

“Nope, you’re not. You’re just the most amazing person in the world and Dick better be good to you or I’ll come after him.” Wally grinned.

You pulled him into a side hug and kissed his cheek. “Thanks Walls.” Wally blushed.

A loud knock from your front door brought you to the here and now. You shook your head, smiling at the thought of Wally’s approval. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the door and opened it.

Dick flicked his head, getting his hair out of his eyes. A big grin grew on his face at the sight of you. You couldn’t help, but smile back at him, taken back by his sparkling blue eyes. Did they always sparkle like that?

“Hi.” You said after a long moment. Shaking your head, you stepped aside to let him in. It was then you noticed the flowers in his hands. “Are those for me?”

“Yeah.” He handed them to you. His hands shook slightly. You took comfort in the fact he seemed as jittery as you.

“Thank you. I’ll put them in water.” You went into your kitchen.

Dick followed you. He cleared his throat. “Do you need me to zip you up?”

You turned to look at him, almost laughing at the blush on his cheeks. “If you could, thanks. As much as I’m sure the world wants to see my bare back...” You turned back around.

Dick’s fingers tickled your skin as he grabbed the zipper and gently pulled it up. Your skin buzzed at the touch. You threw him a smile over your shoulder and went to grab a vase from the cabinet. Dick stayed where he was, almost transfixed in place.

You filled the vase with water and careful arranged the flowers inside, glad to have something to do with your hands. “Should we get going?” You glanced back at Dick only to find him watching you with an intensity that sent sparks straight to your abdomen.

Dick jumped. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat before painting a charming smile on his face. “You ready?”

You nodded, stepping into your shoes and grabbing your purse. “Ready.” He offered his arm. You took it happily.

***

Dick pulled up to the restaurant. You played with the strap of your purse. The radio played softly, narrowly avoiding awkward silence. You blinked when you saw the red hearts decorating the front window of the restaurant. “Oh, is today Valentine’s Day?” you asked as Dick parked the car. You barely remembered Wally saying it was today.

“It is? Guess I didn’t notice?” He chuckled too quickly. You eyed him, knowing he definitely knew it was Valentine’s Day.

Humming lowly, you started to get out of the car. “Wait,” Dick said, jumping out his side and running over to open your door for you. “My lady.” He bowed slightly and offered his hand. A cheeky smile on his face.

“Nerd.” You laughed, taking his hand and getting out. “But thank you.”

“Wow, first time I’ve been called a nerd.” Dick squeezed your fingers gently. He guided your hand to his arm. “At least by you anyway.”

You let your hand stay on his arm as he led you to the front of the restaurant. “Right, I used to call you killjoy.”

“Hey, I grew up.” Dick chuckled, holding restaurant door open for you.

“You did. Somewhat.” You smirked, his jaw dropped in fake surprise. The restaurant was busy, but had a calming atmosphere.

“Do you have a reservation?” The hostess asked, smiling at your interaction.

Dick cleared his throat. “Yeah, under Grayson.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Dick narrowed his eyes at you. “Dick Grayson.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Grayson. Right this way.” The hostess led the way through the restaurant to a private booth in the back. “Your server will be with you shortly.” She set down the menus and left you and Dick alone.

Dick gestured for you to sit first. You slid into the booth, making yourself comfortable. A small smirk pulled at your lips as Dick hesitated. He glanced between you and the other side. Finally, he chose to sit across from you.

“So...this place is nice,” you said, looking around the restaurant. When you looked past the somewhat tacky Valentine’s Day décor, it was beautiful. You sighed, turning back to Dick to find him watching you with a somewhat dumb expression. “You okay, Dickie?”

“Fine.” He cleared his throat, running a hand over his face. “You’re just...really pretty, (Y/N).”

Your face burned. A giggle slipped out of you. “You don’t look bad yourself.” You winked at him. “So, can I ask why you decided to ask me out now?”

Dick opened his mouth, but the server appeared. You ordered your drink and when Dick failed to speak, you ordered one for him too. The server walked off.

“Thanks.” Dick whispered, clearing his throat. “I haven’t been this speechless since I was a teenager.”

You laughed. “Yeah, I think I remember you being this speechless when you first saw me in a bikini.”

Dick’s face was almost as red as the hearts that decorated the restaurant. “You noticed that, huh?”

You nodded, smiling big. “Yeah, I did. To be fair, Wally was pretty speechless too.” You froze when you saw Dick’s face fall slightly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t mention him.”

“It’s okay. He’s still our friend. Part of your history.” Dick bit his lip. “You know, I wanted to ask you out that day, but Wally beat me to it.”

Your jaw dropped. “Really?” You reached over to take his hand. “I didn’t know.” Now it made sense why Dick left in a hurry after Wally finished the most awkward ‘asking out on a date’ you had ever experienced.

Dick squeezed your fingers. “Although, when I think about it, I’m glad that I didn’t.” He looked up at you. You gasped, taken back by his beautiful blue eyes. “Because I got to ask you out now and we’re both older. We aren’t kids anymore.”

“That’s for sure.” You laughed as the server came back with the drinks. Dick chuckled with you. Both of you ordered your food quickly and the server left you alone.

Dick sipped at his drink. His hand still in yours. “So...”

You blinked at him before giggling. “So...”

He laughed. “I guess I don’t really know what to say now.”

You hummed, letting go of his hand to take a sip of your own drink. “How about we play a game?” You smirked when Dick raised an eyebrow. “Like what’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

Dick rubbed his chin. “Orange swirl.” You tilted your head at him. “It was one of the flavors we had back at the Circus. Mom and Dad would let me have one after a successful show. Funny enough, it was the one flavor that didn’t sell as well, so we could get it for free most of the time.” He licked his lips. “Best I’ve ever had.”

You cradled your chin in your hand. “Wow.” You smiled softly. “You know what mine is, of course.”

“I do.” He smiled back at you. “Now do I ask you a question? I assume that’s what we’re doing, right?”

You wiggled your eyebrows. “Ask away.”

Dick sat back in the booth. The two of you slowly learned more about each other as you waited for your food.

***

“You’re joking.” Dick almost spit out his food. He grabbed his napkin and covered his mouth just in case. “They didn’t.”

“They did.” You giggled, taking a sip of your drink. “Roy and Donna are a thing. Walked in on them myself.” You shivered. “A sight I never wanted to see.”

Dick snorted, putting his napkin down. “Roy’s ass isn’t a pretty sight. I had to share a locker room with him.” He smiled when you looked away. His heart fluttered. He had to pinch himself to make sure he was really here with you.

The food was good. The restaurant had a nice atmosphere, soft music in the background, not too loud, but not too soft either. Dick knew he’d have to leave the place a nice review.

“I never asked you about your work. How is the police station?” You looked back at Dick. Dick’s heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, it’s okay. Lots of corruption. I’m making some headway, but it’s going to take a while.” He let his eyes drop to your chest before forcing them back to your eyes. You didn’t seem to notice. “I found some allies though. What about you? How’s the retail business?”

You rolled your eyes. “Dick, I’m an art dealer. I wouldn’t call that retail, but sure, it’s good. Sold a painting by a newcomer for four million to a well-known mobster.” Dick’s eyes widened in concern. You waved your hand. “It’s taken care of.” You winked. Dick sighed in relief.

“Good.” Dick went back to his food. “Do you enjoy being an art dealer?”

“It has it’s good days and bad days, but I like it. Being around artwork is a joy for me.” You took the last bite from your plate. “Thank you for bringing me here. This might become my new favorite restaurant.”

A smile pulled at Dick’s lips. “I’ll remember to take you here more often then.”

You grinned back. “You better.” Slowly, you slid out of the booth. “I’ll be right back.”

Dick nodded, watching you head over toward the restrooms. He reached down to pull his phone out of his pocket. There were several encouraging text messages from Tim, Steph, Cass, and Barbara. Even Bruce sent a good luck text. Dick smiled, sending them all a thumbs up.

He scrolled through to find one message from Wally. ‘I have it on good authority that your date is going well.’

Dick frowned. He looked around the restaurant, but didn't see anyone he knew. ‘Who’s authority?’

‘The most important one.' Dick swallowed hard, confused yet delighted at the same time. He looked back up suddenly enough to give himself whiplash. You returned from the restroom.

“What happened? A crisis or is everyone checking in on you to make sure I haven’t sunk my teeth into you yet?” you teased, taking your seat and sipping your drink again.

Several naughty images played through Dick’s mind. He let out a slow breath, trying to calm himself down. “No, more like cheering me on.”

You looked slightly surprised. “Really? Wow.” You giggled softly, looking around the restaurant for a moment. Dick admired how lovely you looked. The lighting in the restaurant highlighted you just right. “So, did you want to get out of here? There’s something I wanted to show you.”

Dick nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He waved for the server, wondering what you wanted to show him.

***

You threw a smile back at Dick. Dick smiled back, despite the dark hallway you were leading him down. “Where are we going?”

“My workshop.” You unlocked the door at the end and pushed it open. Dick followed, stepping inside just as you flicked on the light. He gasped at the sight.

The room itself was bare bones, but artwork was all over the place. Some on the walls, others leaning against other canvases on the floor. A few were covered up with sheets. In the center of the room was a desk and two chairs along with a cheery fuzzy rug.

“So this is where you work? I knew it was around this part of town, but wow.” Dick crossed his arms, studying a piece on the wall. It looked like it was an abstract Batman.

You hummed, walking to the other side of the room. “This is what I wanted to show you.” You picked up one of the covered canvases and walked over to an easel. Propping it up, you turned to look at him. “You can keep this one if you like it.” You pulled off the sheet.

At first, it didn’t register with Dick. Just colors and shapes. However, he tilted his head and it clicked. “It’s a trapeze. Wait a minute, that’s...that’s our colors. My parents’ colors.”

You nodded, leaning gently into Dick’s side. Your hand rubbed his back, grounding him to the here and now. “There’s a new artist, he’s a retired hockey player who went into painting. Anyway, he must have seen one of your parents’ shows and painted this one in their honor.”

Dick could see the painting come to life. He knew the routine by heart. His father’s confident laugh filled his ears. His mother’s giggles followed. “How did he remember it so well?”

“I guess he’s like Tim. The one performance stuck in his head.” You leaned forward to study Dick. Dick swallowed hard, meeting your eye. You smiled. “It took me a while to find it. I had to give up two Damien Hirst paintings to get the guy to sell it to me.”

“Did you get this for me?” Dick looked back at the painting. He blinked back the tears threatening to fall. It saddened him, yet filled him with pride at the same time. His parents would be happy to know that people still loved their performances to this day.

You rested your head against his shoulder. Dick reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I did,” you whispered. “I was going to save it for your birthday, but...well, then you asked me out on Valentine’s Day.”

“Thank you.” His shoulder felt wet. He peeked to find you with tears on your cheeks. A laugh slipped out of him. “I feel so dumb. All I got you was a charm for your bracelet.”

“You did?!” You quickly wiped your face with your free hand. Dick dug into his pocket, pulling out a small wrapped jewelry box.

He handed it to you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “You know if I gave this to you at the restaurant, everyone would have thought I was proposing.”

You snorted. “I wouldn’t put it past you.” You opened the box, smiling at the beautiful delicate heart charm inside.

Dick chuckled. “Right. I would propose on the first date just to see what the others would say.” He shook his head, taking the charm out and carefully putting it on your bracelet. “Bruce would have a heart attack. Tim would spit out his coffee. Steph just might drop dead.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, in that case, I give you permission to tell them I said yes.” You shook your bracelet, holding it up to the light. The charm shined.

Dick grinned, looking back at the painting. “I still can’t believe this. It’s almost from my memory. I used to stand on the platform, watching the show from above, waiting for my chance to join.” He sighed as he felt you take his hand again. “Thank you so much.”

“Thank you for the charm. My first Valentine’s Day.” You squeezed his hand gently. “I’ll get this framed for you before you take it.”

Dick looked back at you. You met his eye after a moment. Slowly, you sat down on the rug, pulling Dick to sit down beside you. You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Wow,” Dick hummed, smirking at the kiss. You turned back to the painting, a hint of a blush on your cheeks. Dick chuckled. He leaned back on his hands and studied the painting along with you.

After a long while, Dick’s butt started to hurt. He fidgeted. You giggled and looked over at him. “You want to get out of here?”

“Yeah, let’s do something fun.” Dick grinned. You got to your feet and held out your hand. Dick took it, eager to follow you anywhere.

***

“Are you sure about this?” Dick asked, watching you walk your way past the line to get into the club.

“You said you wanted to get out for some fun and this is fun. For you anyway.” You glanced back at him with a wink. Dick swallowed hard when you stopped to talk to the bouncer. It looked like you knew the bouncer and soon you were gesturing for Dick to follow you in.

The club was decked out in red and white decorations. Music was loud with a good beat. Dance floor wild and crazy. Dick reached out to take your hand as you led him through the madness to the bar.

“Yo, Mickey. You got your specials still?” you asked, catching one of the bartenders as he walked by. Dick admitted he was a bit shocked that you seemed comfortable in this scene. Maybe there was a lot he didn’t know about you? He wondered if Wally knew you were into the club scene.

“For you, babe. Anything.” Mickey winked, turning to fix up two drinks. Dick watched in slight awe.

“I didn’t know you like clubs,” Dick shouted in your ear, squeezing your hand.

You smiled. “Not all. Just this one.” You slipped Mickey a twenty once he laid the tropical-looking drinks before you. You picked up yours, nodding for Dick to do the same and started to lead him back through the crowd.

Dick’s curiosity grew as you led him through the stage door and down a flight of stairs. “Please tell me this isn’t a sex dungeon or something?” Dick blushed. “Not that I’d mind, but I don’t think that’s a first date thing.”

You laughed, sipping your drink as you rolled your eyes at him. “Settle down, Dickie. I’m not going to take your innocence.” You pushed open the door.

Dick lost his breath as you reveal a huge, colorfully lit room with a trapeze set in the center. “How?” He looked at the setup. It was professionally done. You two were the only ones in the room.

“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t know about this. This used to be a strip club and they had a trapeze act, but when the new owners made things more all-ages friendly, they left this space open for rent.” You smirked, eyeing Dick from over your drink. Your fingers wiggled in his hand. “But I’m glad I could surprise you with this.” You gestured to his drink. “Take a sip.”

Dick sipped it. His eyes widened at the orange, vanilla taste. “Wow, it’s almost like orange swirl.”

You smiled. “Glad you like it. Mickey always makes the best.”

Dick took another sip. “You know I thought I was going to spoil you, not the other way around.” He pulled away from you to check out the trapeze set.

You hummed, following him. “Well, who says you’re not spoiling me? You’re driving me around the city, paid for dinner, got me a pretty charm, and now you’re going to take me flying.” Dick’s head snapped to look at you. “Aren’t you?” You pouted.

“Anything for you, princess.” Dick grinned, setting his drink down on the table. He walked over to test the ropes. Feeling your gaze on him, Dick’s chest swelled with pride.

***

You took a seat and watched him prep the trapeze. It was a nice sight. You licked your lips, admiring the view as Dick bent down to pick up a fallen cord.

Of course, you would never admit how many strings you pulled to set this up for him. Honestly, you were amazed how fast things moved with one call from the bathroom at the restaurant.

You checked your phone. There was a text from Wally. ‘Having fun? I heard about the favor you called in.’

‘From Barbara, I’m sure. You snoop.’ You smiled and watched Dick again. He was hanging off one of the ropes, testing it’s durability. ‘It’s going well.’

‘Good. I’m happy for you both.’ You tilted your head, hoping Wally was as okay with this as he acted earlier. He and Dick always had a bit of a rivalry.

“You ready?” Dick’s voice brought you away from your phone.

“Of course.” You kicked off your shoes, leaving your phone on the table along with your drink. Dick’s shoes and shirt were off. You let your eyes linger before going back to his face.

A smirk played on Dick’s lips. “Like what you see?”

You kissed his cheek. “What do you think?” He chuckled, blushing. Stepping back, he let you climb the ladder first before following. You knew he probably looked up your dress, but you found you didn’t mind.

At the top, your blood raced. Dick wrapped his arm around your waist once he joined you. “It’s like swinging through the city,” Dick said, taking the flyer bar out of it’s holder.

“Just more muscle and coordination. No grapple gun to correct the mistakes.” You nodded, holding onto Dick tight. A lump formed in your throat. Truth be told, you mostly drove on your motorcycle when you went on patrol.

He chuckled. “You want to swing together first? Just to the other platform. I know it’s a little scary for the first time.”

“I’ll say.” You snorted. Dick tightened his arm around you. You, in turn, held him like your life depended on it.

Dick laughed, lifting you slightly and jumping off the platform. A little scream escaped you as you were suddenly flying. Your stomach dropped to your feet. You looked down before going back to Dick’s face. His confident grin brought your stomach back to where it was supposed to be.

All too soon, you and Dick landed on the opposite platform. “That was...awesome!” You giggled, letting go of Dick to hop in place.

Dick watched you, beaming. “See? It’s not too different from swinging in the city.”

“It’s better.” You took the bar from him. “Let’s go again.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dick took hold of the bar. His hand brushed against yours as his arm wrapped back around your waist. “Ready?”

“Always.” You grinned at him before you both jumped off together.

***

Over the next hour, you grew more reassured with the trapeze. Dick walked you through more complicated moves. There were a lot of falls onto the safety net below, but it only added to the fun.

“I think I understand more about the painting now,” you said as you flipped up to sit on your flyer bar. Dick flipped up on his bar too, sitting to face you. “It’s magical.” You leaned back, pumping your legs to swing gently.

Dick chuckled. “I’ve never experienced anything else like it. My parents were so lucky to do this for a living.” You looked up at him to see a sad smile on his face. “Of course, what I do for a living is far better for society.”

“Stopping crime and corruption. Your parents would be proud.” You swore there was a sparkle of tears in Dick’s eyes. Swinging closer to him, you nudged his foot with your own.

Dick smirked, catching your leg with his to keep you close to him. He looked into your eyes. You sighed at his pretty blues, heart melting into a puddle of goo. “You know, I never asked you the big question.”

“Oh, so you were going to ask me to marry you?” You leaned forward to touch your nose to his.

He chuckled, pulling away enough to press a butterfly kiss to your forehead. “No.” His eyes sparkled with youthful excitement. You felt like a teenager all over again. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you be my valentine?”

Your heart pounded. Goosebumps grew on your skin. You leaned forward until your lips were centimeters to his. “Yes, Dick Grayson. I’ll be your valentine.” Dick gasped as you pressed your lips against his.

You never believed the stories about fireworks and seeing stars when you kissed someone. Kissing Wally was nice, hot at times. Other kisses you shared with others never had that earth shattering moment that the media always described.

However, your heart stopped. Your lips tingled from the pressure. All you could feel was him. His hands in your hair, lips molding to yours. Everything faded away.

You leaned forward to get more of him only to suddenly find yourself free falling. “(Y/N)!” Dick shouted. You screamed, hitting the net below. Soon, Dick landed on the net, bouncing you. He crawled over to your side. “Are you okay?”

Looking up at him, you found yourself hysterically giggling. Dick’s brow furrowed in concern. You waved at him, trying to speak, but the laughter wouldn’t stop.

“I didn’t think kissing me would be so funny,” Dick mumbled, blushing. He looked away.

“No.” You hiccupped, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I loved it.” You cupped his face and pulled him back to you. He moaned before melting into you. This time, you saw stars.

***

Dick sighed, pulling the warm body curled beside him closer. He opened his eyes to take in the sight of you. You were still fast asleep, hair a mess against your pillow. He kissed your cheek, looking around the room.

Your bedroom was very much yours. Dick could see the little touches, learning more about you just from your décor choices alone. Plus your bed was surprisingly comfortable.

He chuckled. Contentment filled him as he snuggled back to you. It felt right, being here with you. Last night was perfect. He kissed your cheek again, smiling when you smiled back at him in your sleep.

***

*Bonus*

Dick took his seat at the table. He nodded to Bruce before filling his plate from the spread on the table. It was the batfamily’s monthly brunch. Everyone had fallen quiet when Dick entered the room.

“So...you and (Y/N)?” Bruce asked, sipping his coffee.

Dick smirked. He looked around the room at his siblings. All with smug expressions. He wished he could record this. You would get a kick out of it.

“She said yes.” Dick took a bite of bacon. The food went dead silent. Bruce’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Tim and Steph had dropped jaws. Barbara shook her head in disbelief. Cass frowned, studying Dick carefully.

“Master Dick, it isn’t polite to tease.” Alfred clicked his tongue, pouring juice in Dick’s glass.

“I’m not teasing. She said yes to being my valentine.” Dick laughed when the entire room breathed a sigh. “What did you guys think?”

Bruce rolled his eyes, relaxing. “Dick, that was mean,” Steph groaned, throwing her hands up in the air. “I was so excited to plan a wedding, then Tim could help with the divorce two weeks later.”

“Good for you, Dick.” Barbara elbowed his side hard. “And you’re lucky (Y/N) tells me everything.”

“And that (Y/N) lowered her standards even more than they already were,” Tim mumbled, grinning when Dick glared at him.

Dick shook his head, taking another bite of bacon as he checked his phone. He had a text from you, asking if he wanted to meet up for dinner and patrol. His heart fluttered as he quickly texted yes back.

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