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asgardianhobbit98 · 3 months

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Four for Valentine: Week 3 "Eavesdropping"

Fandom: DC, Nightwing, Batfamily

Pairing: Nightwing / Female Reader

Important tags: Probably the most overdone trope in the world but hey, it’s Nightwing fluff, we deserve more Nightwing fluff; fluff; proposal; eavesdropping; established relationship; female reader.

Summary: You overhear Dick and Bruce talking on the phone and find out Dick is wanting to borrow money... This sets off some alarm bells in your mind as their relationship is so strained it must be something very important for Dick to ask for money. Turns out, though, that it's not all as bad as you thought it was...

Written for my "Four for Valentine" event 🩶🩷

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You had been done with work maybe two minutes earlier than usual. Yet, in those few moments before he noticed you, you managed to overhear enough to scramble your brain completely.

Dick was on the phone with someone you deduced to be Bruce – not because you were in any way a detective like Dick, but because you literally overheard an annoyed ‘Bruce’ come from Dick’s mouth.

Awkwardly standing behind him, you listened in on what was going to become a life changing moment of eavesdropping.

It wasn’t like Dick had any secrets from you to begin with, so eavesdropping wasn’t perhaps the reason behind why you suddenly felt so awkward. It was more the fact that, quite honestly, Dick’s relationship with Bruce was.. complicated. And on top of that Bruce was a very intimidating character all on his own. So you didn’t want to interrupt in the slightest in fear that he might get annoyed with you (not that Bruce ever could get annoyed with you). So you stayed right there on the side of the street, staring at Richard’s back as you overheard everything…

“It needs to be perfect. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, I can’t just give – But it’s just a little… Yes, I know. I know. I know what I said. I just can’t afford this one right now. I’ll pay back… Really? No, I want to pay back. Thank you Bruce. I mean it. I owe you one. No, I do. Thanks. Bye.”

Once he hung up, he turned to find you awkwardly stood behind him. He nearly jumped out of his skin, which was unusual as Dick was really difficult to scare. The man had a sixth sense or something, probably from his time at the academy.

“Did you just overhear-“

“No! Not at all,” you were quick to say.

But inside, that lie didn’t quite cover the beating of your heart and the worry spreading through your chest. Dick would never borrow money from Bruce because of their complicated relationship. So what was so important…

Assuming it was you that he was speaking of was something you were comfortable with. After all, this man had devoted himself to you since that day, three months into your relationship, that you’d caught him mid mental breakdown in the shower… and you had jumped in, clothes on, to just hold him. He went through so much. So much pain. So much anguish. He saw such horrors as a detective in Bludhaven. You just wanted to be there for him. So of course you were. Without judgement. Without fail. And apparently he’d had little to no such support before. Because from that day on, Dick had been in love with you.

You’d fallen for him a bit earlier, but once his love was locked in, you only fell deeper in love with him. He was so gentle, so caring, and so extremely goofy… Just to make you laugh, smile…

Perfection. He was perfection to you. And so, you didn’t feel it was a presumption to think he had been speaking about you. The only thing your brain was trying to figure out was what he was borrowing money for.

…

He drove you home, as always.

You didn’t live together yet, but you practically did.

On the days that he could get away from work to pick you up from your job, drive you home safe and walk you up to your door, and subsequently enter after you invited him in for dinner or a movie marathon or to just talk, Dick didn’t go home. He had clothes in your closet, his own set of towels, his own bar of soap. And you had the same objects in his flat.

Why the two of you didn’t live together yet was mainly because Dick was a little reluctant. Not in a bad way. But he was worried for your safety. He never brought his work home unless it was too much on him and he needed to talk or cry to you, but he was terrified that “work” would follow him home some day and it would put you in danger.

You weren’t quite sure why, considering Dick always managed to put everyone in jail. And if he didn’t, then Bludhaven’s protector, Nightwing, sure did. Still… you let him fret about your safety and you didn’t push him on the subject.

You hadn’t mentioned living together for three years now. It had turned into a comfortable routine to simply pretend to have daily sleepovers.

But as Dick walked you up to your door that afternoon, using his own key to unlock it for you, you were quieter than usual and forgot to offer the usual invite in.

He tried to ask if something was the matter but you just kept up the ‘no no! I’m okay!’ façade as best as you could.

The routine continued as normal for a while after that; the gentle homely everyday life the two of you had created, where Dick would sit himself down at the kitchen counter with some reports he wanted to finish, or read through, whilst he watched you cook happened just as always.

He cooked sometimes too in the beginning of your relationship but that hadn’t lasted long as he was, quite honestly, useless in the kitchen. You blamed his childhood where he’d literally had a butler. He blamed the fact that he was just better at other things. Whatever it was he was better at, you used to joke, you hadn’t seen it yet.

He’d always chuckle and pretend to be hurt before pressing kisses to your temple, hugging you tightly.

This evening was a little different from others though. He finished some reports. You cooked. He would look up and stare at you… And that was where the difference came in. You wanted to turn around and catch his gaze as usual, send him a little loving smile… But you didn’t. You were too caught up in the conversation you’d overheard, not sure why. Your mind was trying its hardest to come up with something: a reason for why Dick would borrow money for you…

Of course Dick noticed that. He was a detective, and a damned good one when it came to you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked once more. There was a mixture between worry and haste in his words whilst he stood to move over to you.

You were absentmindedly stirring the boiling pasta which wasn’t needed as much as you were doing it, but it was something to avoid his loving gaze. He hugged you from behind, and you instantly leaned back into the hug, enjoying his little kisses and his little nibbles at your neck. “You’re quiet and you’re avoiding me. You never do that.”

True. Even if you were sad or upset about something, even him, then you’d never become distant.

Humming in delight at his show of affection, you let go of the wooden spoon and let your hands rest on his arms around you. “I’m sorry, Dick. I don’t mean to worry you.”

“So something is wrong?”

“No… I don’t know.”

He let go of you to gently turn you, catching your gaze with a tilt of his head. “What do you mean?”

You desperately reached out to hold his hands, just to touch something and to ground your thoughts a bit, because honestly you weren’t quite sure why you were so fixated on this but… you were.

“I guess I sorta overheard your phone call earlier…”

“Oh…” His eyes grew big, and he tensed.

Oh no.

“Love, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but why were you asking Bruce for money?”

Dick shook his head quickly, “Wait no, this isn’t…” Dick sighed. “Just. Stay there. Well, don’t let the food burn I guess but stay there.”

He suddenly rushed off, leaving you with more questions than anything else, really.

“Dick? Wait where are you going?”

He grabbed his jacket and just reassured you it was all okay and that you shouldn’t go anywhere… then he left.

Huh? You stood, dumbfounded, in the kitchen, pasta boiling, sauce bubbling…

And now you were less worried, and more confused. Dick hadn’t seemed weirded out or like he was off to never come back, he just seemed stressed about something not going his way and you really had no idea what was going on.

Fighting the urge to get a little upset about his lack of communication, you finished cooking and prepared two plates of food.

In the end, you ate yours all alone, and put his plate in the fridge for him.

You cleaned up the kitchen, you watched the sun go down over Bludhaven, you stared at the clock, you paced for a while, you tried to watch TV for a while…

Hours later, you gave up waiting and moved to the shower. You sent a couple of worried text messages with no response. You got ready for the night as best you could despite the growing pit in your stomach.

Did he run out for good after all?

Had something happened?

He had seemed stressed, maybe he didn’t drive safely?!

…

At some point during the night, you’d heard the key enter the slot and the front door open. It wasn’t like you could sleep, after all, so you’d propped yourself up on your elbows and waited. It was Dick’s footsteps that entered. He shifted around a bit by the door, then his steps disappeared into the flat.

Confused, and at this point a little hurt despite not knowing what to be hurt about, you just laid back down and turned onto your side.

What a strange day.

…

Not quite sure if you got a lot of sleep in or not, but at least aware that you had fallen asleep now that you knew Dick was safe, you were suddenly stirred awake by Dick crawling onto the bed.

He sat on his knees next to you, reaching for your shoulder to wake you, but paused when he noticed you move your head to look at him. It was dark as all hell in the room, so you only saw his shape for a while. Until he bent back to turn the lamp on behind him.

You squinted your eyes for a bit as they got used to the light, noticing him shift his hand to hold something out to you, but not seeing what until a bit later and…

Once you saw what it was, you just sort of stared.

There were even more questions in your mind now. He had run out for this!? Was this the thing he wanted to buy that he required Bruce’s help with!? If so, you understood why because… this ring looked expensive. Not only that, but you saw the little black box had an insignia from a rare jewellery store which one couldn’t find anywhere but in Gotham City.

Had Dick really gone all the way to Gotham just now to… “What’s this?” you asked, voice filled with sleep.

“A ring.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. “I know but… Dick, I asked earlier-“

“It was this. I saw this a couple days ago when I visited Bruce.”

Huh? When had Dick been to Gotham? So many questions…

“I wanted to get it for you. It’s… It’s perfect.” He was still sat there on his knees, both his hands holding the little black box open for you to see.

You were still half asleep in bed, head lifted from the pillow, sheets wrapped around your body snug. “What… Dick I don’t get it.”

“Marry me.”

OH.

“I mean…” Dick laughed a bit awkwardly, “Do you want to marry me?”

Were there still questions that you had? Yes. Many. And a lot of them were going to be answered those days before the wedding when Dick decided to come clean about his secrets, but for now… For now, you were elated.

This silly man had driven to Gotham to get the ring once he understood that you were beginning to get onto what he was planning… For what? Just so he could still surprise you?

Probably. He liked surprising you.

So of course you laughed. A little bit at him rather than anything else. He looked a little miffed by this reaction, so you were quick to sit up in bed and reach your hands out to lovingly cup his hands holding that… insanely expensive looking ring. Which you loved, by the way. Even if you were scared of wearing it in fear of breaking it.

“This is what this was all about?” you asked.

He nodded his head, his blue eyes clearly not quite sure yet of whether you were okay with this or not.

So, you were quick to smile at him and nod your head to ease his mind: “Yes, silly. Of course I want to marry you. You didn’t have to ask. And you didn’t have to get such an expensive ring. All I ever need is just you.”

He smiled. Oh did he smile. It only made this moment even more precious to see him smiling this much.

After three years with him you didn’t think you could see any new sides of his, but that smile… that smile was different than anything you’d ever seen before. That smile was adoring and devoted and close to crying all at once… and you loved it. It was a special smile, you’d find out. One that only happened during a couple of special moments in his life. Like right now when he looked at you through a new lens of love.

“All I ever need is you too. But I wanted to get you the most perfect ring, to show you how much you mean to me.” He leaned over and pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips, before pressing his forehead against yours, noses touching as he slipped the expensive ring onto your finger…

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autobot2001 · 3 months

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One of The Happiest Days of His Life

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: Lily Jones (OC) X Sunstreaker Description: Sunstreaker is eager — but also nervous — to propose to Lily. To me, this is something both Cybertron and Earth share, but like with different cultures on Earth, there are differences. Day 2; @fluffyfebruaryFebruary: eavesdrop @fluffbruaryuary: Engagement

Sunstreaker can't believe that the time has come and everything is going well. He knew Optimus wouldn't have an issue with Sunstreaker asking a human to marry him. Lily's parents are whom he worries about. Even while he's been dating their daughter for six years. He sits at his desk, remembering the conversation. "It's still surprising to see you nervous, Sunstreaker," Lexie smiles. "I-I want to m-marry Lily." The silence as Sunstreaker waits for Lexie and Mason to say something is unbearable. He worries he should have told Ratchet his plan because of his unusual anxiety. Even though it's been a few years since he dealt with it. "Sunstreaker? Shit," he hears Lexie, "Sunstreaker, calm down, it's ok." "Should I call Ratchet?" The two worried humans watch Sunstreaker blink. "I don't like that you still get anxiety like this," Lexie comments, "this worries me as you ask Lily to marry you." Sunstreaker takes a few seconds to realize Lexie says he can marry her daughter. "You need to tell Ratchet so he can give e you something so your anxiety doesn't become an issue when you ask her," Mason adds. "Sunstreaker?" The mech hears Sideswipe. He sees his brother standing beside the desk, "you ok?"

Lily opens the door until she hears Sunstreaker. "…. I don't know if I should. I-I…" Lily closes the door, worried something is causing Sunstreaker anxiety. Uncertain if she better get Drift or Ratchet. Sideswipe opens the door. Only he sees Sunstreaker is worried. I believe she was just about to come in. Sideswipe assures his brother. I doubt she heard anything.

Lily knew her friends would wait by the cafeteria for her the next morning. "… keep it simple," she hears Drift. The conversation concludes before the five know Lily has arrived. Sunstreaker hugs her and kisses her forehead. Lily suspects something is going on but says nothing.

With Lily having training this morning, Sunstreaker uses the time to talk to Mirage and Ratchet. Mirage smiles, hearing what Sunstreaker has planned. Finding it interesting how Sunstreaker still asks Mirage to help with romantic dinners if he doesn't want to take Lily out. He likes helping the two not have to worry about dinner and enjoy each other. "You going to tell Ratchet?" Mirage asks, "because I think you better take something to help your anxiety. It's better to be safe than to ruin the moment." Sunstreaker sighs, hating while his anxiety hasn't been a problem for five years, Mirage is right even without knowing his anxiety rose while talking to Lily's parents.

"It's been five years since you dealt with anxiety—." "No, I struggled to talk to Lexie and Mason the other day," Sunstreaker corrects. "Even after five years, this suddenness is concerning," Ratchet comments, leaving the office. Sunstreaker sits on the chair, hating that his anxiety is yet again a problem. Ratchet returns with a small bottle. Sunstreaker knows what it is. He listens to Ratchet give instructions, knowing it's what Ratchet has to do, even if he's giving Sunstreaker one pill. "…. but I doubt she'll say no," Ratchet finishes. Sunstreaker says nothing and leaves the medbay. He goes to his room.

Sitting on his bed, he looks at the ring he got. Nothing expensive but not cheap. He went without the femmes, which he hopes wasn't a mistake. Sunstreaker worried they'd tell Lily.

Lily notices Sunstreaker acting unusual for the next three days. She worries his anxiety is becoming a problem again, but why now? While the other Autobots don't seem worried, not even the medics. While figuring there's no news like the Autobots are going home for good — Lily knows that Ratchet would be displeased because he'd be leaving Audrey and Jasmine — Lily still worries something is going on.

Sunstreaker doesn't tell Lily to wear her nice red dress. Even though the two have dressed nicely a few times while having dinner in the small hangar, Sunstreaker worries Lily will question why. Ratchet already had to give him more of the antianxiety medication than just for tonight. Ratchet still came by as Sunstreaker was getting ready. Hoping to help calm Sunstreaker along with the medication. "At least she's used to seeing some decorations," Mirage points out, "and the dancing won't be odd. You going to be ok?" "I hate my anxiety is a problem again that I'm back on medication. Despite being an issue for the past few days. I should be fine." Mirage heads to the kitchen while Sunstreaker gets Lily.

Lily stares at the decorations, feeling like they're different from usual, but she's unsure how. Something feels different about this date, but she's certain Sunstreaker isn't looking to break up with her. Lily can't believe he'd be with her for six years and then decide they're through, especially with how they had to work on their relationship. This is a time she wishes they were bonded, but she knows the process is risky and even Sunstreaker refuses to go through the process. "You look beautiful," Sunstreaker smiles, kissing Lily's forehead before the two sit at the table. As usual, Mirage arrives with a cart right after the two sit down. Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken is one of the dinners Sunstreaker often plans, and it's one of Lily's favorites. Even with the medication, Sunstreaker is still feeling anxious. He has experienced the medication not keeping him completely calm before, but he worries the dosage isn't enough. Sunstreaker, you're ok. Sideswipe assures him. I doubt she'll say no. Lily's phone dings, giving Sunstreaker a perfect opportunity. "Really, Sideswipe?" Lily says, annoyed, "Sunstreaker?" Lily sees Sunstreaker standing beside him, "what are you—?" She stops as Sunstreaker gets on one knee. "You know when we met, I had no interest in being your friend, and now, I can't picture my life without you," Sunstreaker takes out a ring box and opens it, "Lily Kate Jones, will you marry me?" Lily smiles and hugs Sunstreaker. The two don't realize Mirage is watching them and taking pictures. He smiles, seeing the two happy as they kiss. "I take it that's a yes?" "Yes!" Lily lets Sunstreaker put the ring on her finger. She loves the silver double band ring with the round cut diamond centered on a halo. The two hear music playing. They know Mirage is around, but instead of calling him out, Sunstreaker takes Lily's hand, and the two dance. Ignoring their untouched dinners until the end of the song. Mirage got more pictures and turned off the music once the song ended before leaving the couple alone.

Sideswipe smiles, feeling how happy Sunstreaker is. Similar to Sunstreaker, he finds the past six years unbelievable. He's happy about the change in Sunstreaker's life.

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