Always SorryDick bolted out of his desk as soon as the final bell of the day rang, whisking his backpack onto his shoulders as he exited the classroom. It had been some time since the day that had started with a beating and ended in his boyfriend's comforting embrace. His eye was back to normal and the cut on his cheek almost completely gone. He hadn't had a confrontation since then.Always Sorry in Drama More Like This
The young student rushed down the stairs, eager for a nice, smooth ride home and to avoid the troublesome bullies he'd managed to evade for the past few days. As he rounded the corner and headed out onto the well-groomed front yard, his eyes scanned for the familiar sleek black car to take him home. Instead he found a lanky red-head leaning up against one of the railings, lips curling into a smile as their eyes met. Dick couldn't keep his pace from quickening with excitement, astonished expression on his face, a smile of his own threatening to appear.
"Dude, what are you doing here?" he asked as soon as he got within
ClothesDick Grayson laid in his bed sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the previous night's wonderful events. he dreamt of his date with Wally (though he'd never call it that in front of Bruce), how thet had gone to see the most action-packed movie availabe, lightly touching and nuzzling each other during the slow, romantic parts. He dreamt of their dinner at the local burger joint, stealing each other''s salty fries and cracking jokes between enourmous bites of food. And he dreamed of their walk by the lake which had ended with Dick falling into the ice-cold water beside them. He dreamed of how Wallt gad invited him back to his place to dry off since wallking into Wayne Manor dripping wet wouldn't have brought forth the best results. They had entered the house quietly, tiptoed up to Wally's room, sat down on his bed, and-Clothes in Fan Fiction More Like This
That's where it began to all blur together. Smooth rubs on arms and shoulders. Small pecks on cheeks, foreheads, and noses. A pair of lips covering his own, pullin
Love HurtsI am a speedster. Therefore, I like friction. It's like my second best friend. Running for miles on end on a paved road is one of my favorite things to do because I can get a solid grip with my feet on the ground and be off. Ice skating on the other hand is the exact opposite.Love Hurts in Humor More Like This
Dick called me the other day, telling me that his class was taking a trip to an ice-skating rink (I have no idea why) and asking me if I wanted to go too. Usually I'd say no right then and there but 1)Dick asked me 2)he sounded kinda desperate. How could I say no to my boyfriend if he did all that?
So here I am; slipping and sliding and falling on my ass every two seconds.
"Pfffhaha. What is that? Fall number 20?" Dick laughs as he passes by me who's fallen ass-first onto the ice again. I'm gonna have a bruise the size of a pancake in the morning.
"Shut up!" I shout back. He gives me that little, mischeveous giggle of his before spinning and skating off into another group of people. I clutch the nearby