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466 words, fluff, second chances, reader described as pretty, but nothing specific 🫶

for the Logan Sargeant fans, >> Additionally, if you want me to continue 💌

Partially inspired by Begin Again by Taylor Swift 🫡

Warm water splashes on your face as you wade into the calm of the sea.

You’ve long teased Logan about his eyes matching the sea-green hue, and you proved it today, albeit begrudgingly.

He pulls you into the cold water, and you flail, kicking him where it hurts the most.

Childish antics ensue, and after a few rounds of blame game, you’re back in front of the fireplace, drying off together.

An off-comment is made about how much you’ve changed. You can say the same about him, sharp jawline, and even sharper eyes.

Before you do, though, he calls the change pretty, and all your words crumble like the sandcastles you made.

You’re his childhood friend- er, ex-something, emphasis on friend. Best friends since he started karting, first everything.

Except for your first kiss, which was by your prom date, who you didn’t feel anything for. Logan walked you home that night, and you had more fun in those few minutes, than the hours before.

He kisses you for the first time on your porch, that night. And it’s the kind of kiss you write in your diary about, you can’t help but hope for a lot more to come.

It’s the same kind of kiss as he flies away to chase after his dreams of fast cars.

You’re more cynical, consigning yourself to the speeds of average life. So you let him spread his wings. Eager to watch him shine from the pixelated livestreams.

You’re invited back for a vacation catch-up with some of his friends, and it just so happens that his mother sees you in the grocery store.

Insinuations are insinuated, and you find your soft spot for the Sargeant family to be as soft as sand on the familiar beaches.

So now, you’re back again, where you were all those years ago.

You think it’s strange that he finds you pretty, after a drunken remark of how he misses you so much. Stupid boyfriends, GPs, and work keeping you apart.

You’re charmed instantly, liquid courage is the way to go. It then becomes something he says, fully sober.

It’s been a long morning for you both- and a long evening. Beer pong with the rest of the grid and past friends leave you with the greatest hangover in the history of hangovers.

Another drunken confession is made, and you can’t help but smile as you cup Logan’s face with your hands.

Fireworks reflect in your eyes as you exchange sparklers, but the real star is you, smile and glow everlasting as you bathe in the celebrations.

Youth creases your smiles with the promise of many more Fourth of July beach trips to come- Long live, America’s golden boy, who’s worth much more to you than all the riches in the world combined.

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

When he wakes up in the morning from nightmares or dreams that frighten him, he sees you. Either awake, candlelight illuminating your familiar features as you read, or snuggled beside him. Damian readjusts his hold on you gingerly, a small smile growing as you cuddle into him unknowingly. There are times that he worries that he may break you. A clawed grasp on his past may extend to you, and he fears that one day, all the patience you’ve shown him will dwindle. He’s like a cat in that way. Even when cornered, he’s instance to attack, claws sharpened, lips curled into a sneer, to hide what he thinks is scarred, ugly, and undeserving. But somehow, you make him retract those fears, heart softening, touch, soft. You make him want to bend to your every whim, you make him soft. You see every part of him he thinks is flawed. You always manage to make him feel that he is indeed worth it. >> One more from the daydreams! My main's too empty, do as you will with this blurb, *tips hat* >> 🐈

anon .anon baby. please. what is ur @ idc if u send it to me on anon please can we be moots please please please please please please

Damian waking up from a nightmare as you unknowingly squeeze him and ground him from his fears? That he's reminded that he's in the same room as you and is safe? I would explode personally

>> You trace the familiar shoulder of the robin you’ve known for years, offering him a smile. >> I've always been a Grayson girl, but THIS has got me in my feels. Mm, he sees your vulnerable moments as only you get to see his. Such, was a pact you both made after a hard night of patrol.

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 so well. 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. >> adding to my past ask >> 🐈

STOTP!?!?!? THIS IS SO CUTE

Dick catching you before you fall, cold hands grounding you as you stare up at him on the verge of a breakdown and he lets you cry into his chest??? just like how he cries into yours?? exploding and dying

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.

pasting the other asks here!!

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 :((((

and nw for the spam!! Mobile's word limit rlly is annoying :/