Get To Know You.

get to know you.

pairings. dick grayson x fem!reader

part one of n/a.

about. a new neighbor arrives in town in the midst of a murder spree, but reader isn’t scared despite this new neighbor warning her.

warnings. small age gap, reader is of age, swearing, and mentions of murder

ricky rocks. this is to test the waters... next part will be a little frisky, but if this creates a negative outcome... i'll let it be. this was also meant to be posted in october 💀

well aren’t you a pretty sight.

dick always loved a pretty face. especially ones with doe eyes that shared a shy nature and kind hearted intentions. it made his heart swell and he couldn’t help but let it dwell on his mind the moment these feature entered his visions.

especially you.

oh, you.

the moment dick moved into this suburban area, he had expected nothing less than older couples waiting for their deathbed and newly started families with toddlers and golden retrievers that hosted block parties during july. it wasn’t something he was excited about, but it wasn’t something he minded. nothing that would bother him as he settled into a normal life; a life away from what chased him.

so, you; you and your wild eyes and smiling face was the last thing he expected within this newly paper cut life.

“i’m y/n,” your hand reached for his and he almost didn’t take it from how off putting your presences was.

“dick grayson,” his hands were cold and calloused and it almost made you jolt from your place on his porch. his facial features were rough with his lips pressed into a thin line giving you the impression your presences was unwanted with how unsure he was about you already.

it made you swallow roughly, diverting your eyes for a moment before removing your hand from his own, “i live next door, i’m just here to introduce myself and my parents.. even though my parents aren’t here,” you look back to him where his eyes were waiting for yours, full of skepticism, still trying to figure you out, still trying to decipher whether or not your presence was a threat. “welcome.”

welcome, indeed.

°•

the new life of suburbia suited dick rather well, more than he thought it would, and more than he would actually like to admit.

after your warm welcome, people had only then just begun to line and shake dick’s hand, welcoming him to the neighborhood. no matter how many people he met, he didn’t get used to it. he was still just as cold and as stiff when he first met you and it made you laugh as you’d watch from your porch swing.

it was more entertainment than a tv could bring; from the moment the door bell rang and you could see dick through his living room window let out a obvious and exhausted sigh, prying himself from his soft looking grey sofa, to the moment he’d have to accept the house warming gifts he could no longer deny. you shook your head as he had looked down at a pie neatly placed in his palms, looking completely disoriented as if he had no idea what to do with it.

“you’re supposed to eat it,” you called over to him, now fully drawing your attention away from your book, smiling in amusement as he slowly begun to look up at you; surprised.

“having fun over there?”

“much,” you shifted now on the porch swing you were sat on, trying your best to face him better. “i love watching people when they make there first encounter with another human being.”

he narrowed his brows, now seeming to walk closer to you with how much his deck allowed, “what’s that supposed to mean?” he set his pie down on the white railing so he could cross his arms, unintentionally flexing his tan biceps. it catches you off guard, your eyes now having a hard time deciding whether or not to focus on his face or his very.. hot arms..

“nothing,” you coughed, recovering, “it just seems like you’ve never met another person.. ever.”

the sound of a struggled laugh came from his mouth as he tipped his head down before looking back up at you, “that bad, huh?”

your face screwed up in enthusiasm, “just a little.”

he laughed a little, a genuine one that made your stomach jump in place. it was like only now you realized how attractive the man ten feet away from you was.

“you want this pie?” he lifted it up, motioning it your way to which you quickly denied, shaking your head.

“got one of those two years ago,” you kissed your teeth, “would not recommend eating.”

he smiled, nodding, “thanks for the advice.”

you could tell his sudden burst of socialism was dying as he shifted backwards on his feet, moving toward his front door. it made you frown but you moved faster than he could, making your own way to your front door, already waving him off, “well that’s what neighbors are for, dick grayson.”

he watched you close the door with a frown, a feeling of solitude instantly overcoming him with how abrupt that had suddenly became.

what was your rush?

°•

it was about another month till dick had had another interaction with you and he had found himself counting down the days till that moment.

life wasn’t so bright for him within those new days of a life he was still trying to get used to, but when he saw you; he felt quite opposite. until he shoved his foot down his throat, forcing himself away from the window where he’d see your face in the mornings.

but this interaction had occurred within the night where the sun was no where to be seen and the stars were what lighted up the sky. dick found it calming as he would stand outside for only a few minutes, allowing the cold and quiet midnight air to consume his skin- until it was disturb by you and your friends, sauntering up the sidewalk.

“your parents allow you out of the house this late?” he cursed at himself the moment his words filled the air, but he couldn’t help himself as he narrowed his vision on you, attempting to figure out how much of you was in their right mind.

you scoffed, taken aback by his question, “you’re not going to rat on me, are you dick?”

his lips twitch for a split second into an almost smile as he leaned forward onto his forearms on the deck railing. your words and head tilt reminded him of jason when he was much younger and filled to the brim with mischief.

"my parents are out of town, dick grayson," you slaunted over to him, looking a little crooked and giving him the impression that you must have been tipsy. "not that it's any of your business, but they'll be gone till monday."

it's silent and he takes a moment to study your face; it being more brightened and filled with warmth from your red cheeks. you seemed more inviting, more relaxed, nothing could knock you from your high cloud at that moment and he could only guess it was from liquid courage, "you should come over sometime," you smiled a little more, eyeing him just as he was you before leaning away and toward your house where your friends had already invited themselves in.

oh boy.

you were already so…

"you know it's not smart to invite someone you don't know inside," he shift on his feet to face you where you had stopped to listen to his words, "especially with all that news going around about teenage girls getting killed because of their kind heart."

you smiled to yourself before turning back around to face him, tilting your head once again in that jason-way, "i'm not scared."

there was a large bearing within the month of october that lead to many women locking up their windows and doors tightly on fear of what laid outside. but even then, the reassurance of their locks and small security of closed drapes wasn’t enough as news of young women being targeted and murdered increased.

it was all over the news but still the least of your worries. you couldn’t see it, you couldn’t touch it, and you couldn’t hear about it if you avoided it well enough, so why worry? it wasn’t real until it was real.

“you should be,” dick nodded, his small smile gone and his face turned hard into stone and if you had noticed, you didn’t care and you didn’t let it show as you still smiled but shook your head. “it’s not safe for little girls like you.”

you scoffed, “i think the only thing i have to worry about is you.”

°•

your parents weren't home by monday like promised, striking dick as strange, but you couldn't help but care; enjoying the house to yourself. everything ran smoothly like it usually did; you woke up, you went to school, you came home, you did your homework and you watched tv.

it wasn’t until wednesday did you really worry and turned to your lovely next door neighbor for companionship.

and he was waiting.

“being in that big house all alone, of course you were scared,” he intended to sound teasing, a ghost of a smile riding up on his face, but you took him offense.

you were quick to punch his shoulder, “i’m not scared.” your eyes betray you as they shift around to the darkness of your neighborhood; they were slightly wide and practically pouring with ingenuousness. you suddenly looked a lot smaller than all other occurrences he had with you; no longer full with assertiveness nor any amusement.

“then i’m sure you don’t want to come inside-“

“don’t be silly, grayson, i know you’re all alone in here without me.”

he suppressed a smile as you made your way into his home as he extended the door open further, "i'm flatter you considered me to go to in this situation."

"i mean you are more buff than my other neighbor sally," you hummed examining the interior of his home with fascination, "i mean she is nearly 90, i expect you have more muscle mass than she does." you look over to him to see a ghost of a smile on his face as he watches you quietly, "and you are the typical big-strong man that saves the day."

"what?" his face screws up in confusion, willing you to explain.

"c'mon, grayson. you don't see the way all the moms ogle at you in this neighborhood? it's because you're hot," you shrug causing him to scoff. "and you are by definition the guy of every girls dream."

he watches you sit comfortably on his chair while further explaining his role in every females mind. dick takes a seat on the couch, watching you with slight interest as you talked thoroughly--like this was something you thought about a lot.

"is that why you wanted me to come over?" he raised a brow and enjoyed the way your expression slightly dropped and turned red in embarrassment, not expecting him to be so blunt.

"very funny," you try to play it off, but by the way he smiles, you know you're caught. "i wouldn't flatter yourself so much, dick. some of us are only trying to make friends."

"really," he raises his brow further, "is this what this is?"

"why wouldn't it be?"

"you tell me."

the two of you share a stare, one waiting for the other to break and let the truth loose--even as you were the only one with the ability to do this, you still waited, not wanting to break.

and you almost cracked too if it weren't for the doorbell ringing.

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my boyfriend doesn’t love me. slytherin boys x reader

summary : in which draco can no longer keep the secret of cheating on you, revealing it to his slytherin friends causing a whirlwind of anger

warning/s : swearing, credits to a tiktok i saw, lorenzo is nicknamed len, cat fight

slater’s note : i always forget to finish this

the slytherin common room was warm and dimly lit with the small chatter between blaise and enzo filling the calm air. a nice, quiet background noise to ease you deeper into your studying, despite you longing to join their light laughs and conversations.

you tucked a strand behind your ear as your eyes continued to scan the small and long paragraphed words beginning to dance across the page with how tired your eyes began to get- and how they began to sting.

you blinked a couple times before wrenching your wrist under your eyesight, scanning the minute and hour hand. it made you blink back in surprisal, a feeling of grief filling your chest like a glass of water with the realization of it being three in the morning.. meaning you wouldn’t be getting much sleep.

“i’m going to bed,” you mumbled hesitatingly, stretching your back out as you stood from the floor and before your six friends, all preoccupied in their own activities and thoughts.

“already?”

“it’s five past three, len,” you gave the brunette boy who seised his conversation with blaise a sheepish look, before shifting over to draco who sat in a desperate chair, pressing your lips against his pale cheek, “goodnight love.”

he hummed, seeming to grip the arms of the chair tighter when you had gotten closer, almost dreading and tensing at your touch and presence full of love for him. mattheo quirked a brow, picking up on body language unlike the rest of your friends, causing a feelings of confusion and amusing concern to enter his chest.

“i’ll see you all in the morning,” you nodded off, heading to the path of your room while the rest of them all hummed their goodbyes and good nights quietly.

draco watched you up until you reached the staircase, his eyes then traveling to back to where they were before; the faded out patterned carpet. mattheo’s eyes stayed on him, watching and analyzing, trying to guess what he was thinking about.

usually draco would have followed right behind you after a couple of minutes, biding his own good nights, but ten minutes had past and he had stayed in the exact same position.

“i need to say something,” draco mumbled, adjusting himself up in the black leather chair to a straight posture. his abrupt movement had caused a chain reaction of sudden adjustments and looks of curiosity.

it’s silent then again, his eyes still on the carpet before pansy called for him to speak out.

“i fucked astoria over the summer,” he mumbled, his ringed fingers pressed against his forehead as he thought in shame and spoke unemotionally. “multiple times.”

it’s silent and definitely none were expecting those words, especially enzo who’s eyebrows raised and then once more lowered, allowing anger to overcome him, “i’m going to kill you.”

most eyes staggered to lorenzo, his words so sudden and almost seemingly in an unfit tone that made pansy cringe and clench her jaw with how stern and hard they were.

it’s silent again until:

“what’d you say to me?”

draco hadn’t seemed to process it until then, his head turning slightly and finally looking away from the carpet, now to lorenzo who already stared back.

“i’m going to fucking kill you, asshole,” he looked as if he was about to fly from the leather black couch. his knuckles tightened and jaw clenched up to the point his jaw was shaping his skin sharply.

no one had ever seen enzo so angry. sure, he was easily upset, especially when drunk, but never had either of the five of them seen him so angry.

“you cheated on her?” theo breathed out, putting out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the stool beside the couch. he suppressed his own anger. still very unsure of it and whether or not if he should have been so concerned. “you’re telling me.. you cheated on the very lovely girl waiting for you upstairs that is willing to give you everything with the drop of a hand.”

he was trying to reason it to himself. trying to understand it the best he could and if he was hearing draco right. theo’s statement had made the rest of them think through the whole thing more deeply, now fully processing.

“you’re an asshole,” mattheo laughed inappropriately, shaking his head with a cigarette in his mouth. he had never wanted to choke the fuck out of a person so much more than then.

“how could you do this, how could you fucking do this,” enzo had always adored you. it was a different kind of love that he only found he could sum up for a sister. he felt obligated to protect you, kiss your boo-boos, and he was sure all the other boys felt that same way until this moment, seemingly proving otherwise with him the only one showing his concern and anger.

“it just happened. it didn’t mean anything.”

“oh?” theo nodded his head, as if understanding. but really, he didn’t.

he himself, like enzo, loved you. he just didn’t know how to show it with the missing piece in his brain, never had learned to show affection for a lover or a friend. he would rather observe, and watch, and share small, educated advice made specifically for you, and only you. he had never known a female friend so well, or rather any female at all. not even pansy, he had never found any relation to her snobbish attitude even though he was rather similar to her in that way.

“it was truly an accident,” draco felt pressured to explain himself due to the silence and harsh stares filling his vision. “i love y/n. i love her. i would never try to hurt her.”

“well you did. you’re going to,” mattheo hummed, shaking his head. he had never expected draco to cheat on you. the same draco who had practically made every one of them swear to never make a move on you, the same draco who filled your room with flowers from floor to ceiling after the first date, the same draco who had gave you a promise ring after your one year anniversary. “and you’re a goddamn fool for doing so.”

“listen,” draco extended his arm in the direction of mattheo who sat far right across from him. his tone became hard and his eyes crinkled as mattheo’s short, but insolent words hit his heart. “i don’t need to be lectured by the unfaithful himself, alright? i don’t need to be lectured by any of you, i just had to say it.” 

“i’m not in a relationship, mate,” mattheo grinned like a sick dog while taking a hit of his cigarette. “can’t be unfaithful if i don’t have a girlfriend. you.. on the other hand.”

“fuck you.” 

“you are fucked, pal,” blaise shook his head, “you’re gonna tell her, right?”

“fuck, why would i?” 

a look of astonishment crossed all of their faces as they stared at draco, not understanding his word at all. 

“how could you not?” pansy stared at him wide eyed, “you drop that bomb on us and then expect everything to continue on like normal? fuck that draco, i’ll tell her myself.” 

“fuck you won’t,” he gets to his feet fast just as she does, “sit down, parkinson.” 

“suck my dick, malfoy,” she shoves him out of the way just as he grabs onto her arms, practically throwing her into the chair mattheo sat in; who caught her the best he could without inflicting pain on either one of them. “fuck is your problem?” 

she gets to her feet fast again, now prepared to sock him the face, “grow up, draco. learn to deal with the consequences of your actions.” she takes two steps and he once again is on her, gripping her arm so tight to the point she makes a sounds of anguish. 

“alight, enough,” mattheo pushes him back once to his own feet. “step down, draco. we both know you won’t do anything.”

“oh really?” “really,” he nods, his eyes going hard before looking behind draco to your figure that stood on the staircase, “especially if you want to help your case in front of her.” 

navigation!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- idk if i should keep tagging people for the general slytherin boys

mattheo angst needed maam 🤲🤲 like suuuuper angst brings tears to your eyes… your writing is so lovely i can’t think of anyone better to ask…

i was planning on posting this tomorrow but here you gooo 🎁

i also don’t know if you’d consider this angst 🤔

crushes i haven’t introduced to my blog.

— sunday special! this is a little post break from my writing, so i hope you enjoy as i introduce some very favorite men of mine :) maybe i’ll turn this into a series since you can only include ten images per post :D

･ ｡ﾟ ･ ｡ﾟ☆ﾟ: *. ☽ .* : ☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ

brad pitt. — this is the og! i’ve been in love with him for awhile and i think he’s a very lovable person- dilf brad is hotter than heartthrob brad, i said what i said.

hayden christensen. — very hot! very sexc! my favorite emo boyfriend :D i attempted writing for him, but in an au and i got bored so i don’t think i’ll really ever write for him, but there’s some really great fics about anakin on a03 😭

nick robinson. — this is the real og and i have some strange attachment to him ever since 2016 and every once and awhile i go onto wattpad and reread fics about him.

jon bernthal. — this is my current male crush, i am absolutely obsessed with this man and i admire him so much. would do anything for him tbh. i am also thinking about writing about him soon.

timothee chalamet. — i’ve only really had a subtle crush on him but he’s my favorite person ever and i have written at least three screenplays where he’s the main lead.