'I’m Not A Hopeless Romantic, I’m An Optimistic Romantic.' >> Future Prompt? Hm, Have No Idea For

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Hear me out, one of Jaime Reyes's love languages is physical touch

There's the soft texture of the cozy blanket, rewashed, colors slightly running, but it still feels like home as he drapes it over your sleeping form. He thinks that somehow, the texture of your skin is the most calming thing ever since you've gotten to that stage of the relationship where he's so cuddly, it hurts. After he gets the scarab, all he remembers is your ginger touch on his back, gently in awe of the soft blue glow on his back. Reassuring him at the end of days, after patrol. Soft touches on his face, arms, everywhere, to check that he's okay makes all of this worth it for him. >>Another one from my daydreams! To one of my favorite Jaime authors, all the best, >> 🐈

OH MY GOD!>!!?! THIS IS SO CUTE STOPPP

Jaime and you under the covers in the morning as the sun peeks past its blinds?? And you snuggle closer into his chest because it's too bright??? as he presses you into his chest to shield you from the light?? n sleepy morning kisses as he wakes up!??!? exploding right now thank you anon

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438 words, pining idiots to slightly less idiots. Dick doesn’t know how to tell you, the person he does patrol with, the girl he’s grown from sidekick to solo hero with, that he kind of, actually, loves you. So, when he finally considers the idea of confessing, he’s a nervous wreck, and you become a nervous wreck by extension. >> No names mentioned, just soft nickname variations of 'star'. Open ending (?)?? You tell me how you want it, and I'll continue.

There’s something about how you ground him in fights. Soft tap on his shoulder as you take out a sharpshooter about to take aim. You may be wearing gloves, but it’s still your signature warmth. You know each other better than you know yourselves. So much so, that he knows all your tells and you know his.

He knows of the rare times when you need to fall to your knees and cry. You know when leadership takes its toll on him, weariness hidden behind a facade of confidence and smiles. Tonight's not much different. It's one of those strenuous patrol nights with Dick. You can tell he’s worried about something as you handcuff another pickpocket to a lamppost, eyebrows furrowing as he fiddles with his escrima sticks.

You give him a silent look, your own eyebrows raising as you stand and face him. Oh. You know that look. “Talk to me.” You plead quietly. This may be the one thing that breaks that small daydream you've had since your teenage years. That dream where you both are together.

But dreams, as you've long accepted, are still dreams. You can settle for loving him from afar. And either ways, why ruin a perfectly good dynamic? “You know I couldn’t tell you. It’d make things awkward, star.” It’s always been this way, cat and mouse, kitten and robin, whatever you want to label it.

It’s been a game of chicken, awkwardly, tooth-rotting sweet actions and words. Until one of you decides to back away. Childish squabbles have always ended with picnicking over the rooftops of Wayne Manor, a game of how to admire the view.

The familiar nickname flows from his lips, coined after your first meeting, a shooting star lighting the rooftop when you first met. It’s softer this time though. Almost gingerly said, as if he himself is unsure of his next steps. Unusual with the charming and coy boy wonder you’ve grown up with. You hum, letting it slide as you notice the sky breaking in hues of the rosy oranges and pinks. A giveaway that your nightly patrol is up. "Tell me when you can, 'kay?" You pause, tacking on carefully as you walk past him, hand on his shoulder. "I'm always here to listen, boy wonder." He simply smiles, and even if you can't see his eyes, you know that the blues of his irises are smiling with it. It's real and genuine, and it makes you feel at ease like it's always been.

"I will. See you soon, star?" He questions, a hopeful smile working its way onto both of your expressions. "Always." >> This is what happens when I get 30 minutes of a good nap accompanied by a craving to see open endings. Additionally, this is a reworked version of the asks I've sent @idyllcy. I'm still so sorry for the inbox spam WHAHAHA. Thank you as always, hope you enjoy! 💙

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RIGHT?? IDIOTS IN LOVE. I rest my case.

Cressie! 1/? >>Saw your you are in love with Dick Grayson, I have an offer! It’s an idiots to lovers. He doesn’t know that you’re the person he does patrol with, the girl he’s grew from sidekicks to solo heroes with. So when he finally decides to confess, he’s torn between you and you.>> It’s one of those strenuous patrol nights with Dick. You can tell he’s worried about something as you handcuff another pickpocket to a lamppost, eyebrows furrowing as he fiddles with his escrima sticks.

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You give him a silent look, your own eyebrows raising as you stand and face him. Oh. You know that look. “Talk to me.” You plead quietly. This may be the one thing that breaks you, but the one thing you know you have to do. “You know I couldn’t tell you. It’d make things awkward, star.” It’s always been this way, cat and mouse, kitten and robin, whatever you want to label it. It’s been a game of chicken, awkwardly, tooth-rotting sweet actions and words. Until one of you decide to back away. (2/? Childish squabbles have always ended with picnicking over the top of Wayne Manor, a game of how to admire the view. The familiar nickname flows from his lips, coined after your first meeting, a shooting star lighting the rooftop when you first met. It’s softer this time though. Almost gingerly said, as if he himself is unsure of his next steps. Unusual with the charming and coy boy wonder you’ve grown up with. >>3/3>> Projecting my own persona on this. Send help, Cress. >> 🐈

STOPP!?!?!?? THIS IS SO CUTE!!! Him being torn bc he's in love with you and you not sure what's wrong with him but trying to help :((((

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