bludhavensbluebird:

     He eases under the soft press of her cheek to his chest, easy to ignore the problems surrounding them when she’s holding him like this. She fits against him perfectly almost like she’s meant to be there, something Dick’s always noticed and found comfort in. He’s wanted to talk for weeks but couldn’t quite find the words or means to ask, questions stuck behind his front teeth because he’s already stuck his foot in his mouth. But now? He wants to get lost in the moment, fingers dancing up the notches of her back idly, wanting every bit of closeness he can take. ❛The first time I danced with you I was nervous, heart nearly leaping out of my chest because I was worried I’d mess up terribly in front of the one girl I wanted to impress.❜

       “I can’t be the only girl you wanted to impress.” A fuse, there was only so long she could go without trying to pick a fight. He was a star, athletic and beautiful, long before they’d met. “The freaky smart book girl? No way.” She prodded for the sake of not being swept up in his dramatic and for the sake of getting some confession she’d convinced herself was there when other girls happen to glance as he walked by or when he messed up or when she was on her own, 1246 miles away and on her own. No matter the case she dared not look up at him simply sweeping her gaze to the side as her cheek stayed plastered on his chest. 

Jan 21 18:42 ( ♥ 9 )