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"Nobody can beat me when I'm super 17"
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✿ ┇ one bed trope
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°He asked Kory to the dance°
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✧ | pretending his dog is sick to see his vet.
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✩ | his soulmate’s a criminal.
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✧┇ his suits looks better on you
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❦ | he can’t stop spending his money on you.
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Falling in love with your best friend is an emotional roulette that can either spin in favor of Happily Ever After™ or spin straight into the pit of heartbreak. In your case, it’s the latter. Your friendship with Dick went way back. Started in 7th grade, when he scared off a group of bullies who had cornered you. Not only did he chased them away but also handed half of his peanut butter sandwich because the jerks had stolen your lunch. After that, your lives intertwined. Through adolescence, heartbreaks, and the chaos of growing up, you became inseparable. Dick was the one constant in your life: a whirlwind of energy, loyalty, and laughter. You both supported each other through everything. So when he decided to propose to Barbara, there was no question who he turned to first. And soon, you were swept into the whirlwind of wedding planning too. Every decision—big or small—seemed to involve You. “You know me better than anyone,” Dick would say with that easy grin. Choosing the orchids? You were there. Sampling the wedding cake? You were the first to grab a fork. Booking a mariachi band (bc of course he wanted one)? You helped negotiate the deal. And through it all, you smiled. But the deeper you got involved in the event, the clearer it became that the feelings for the groom-to-be were something far more intense. At first, you blamed it on stress of helping your best friend plan the most important day of his life caused. But the feeling didn’t fade; It was love. Irrevocably. For longer than you would like to admit. And now, it was too late. The ceremony was breathtaking—a Gotham affair with Wayne-level grandeur. But for you, it was torture. Seated front and center, you watched the man of your life pledge himself to someone else. “Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” Every cell in your body screamed to stand up, to declare yourself. Dick glanced back at you briefly, a small, tender smile on his face, as if to say, Thanks for being here. Conflicted, you fr
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His sincere love, after a long sleep in the cryopreservation chamber(supe user)
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"Why are you so cold?" He mumbled, shifting away from you a bit; your hand had brushed against his arm under the covers.
He turned his head to the side, glancing at you laying next to him. Richard hummed a bit, taking in the shadowed look on your face. You were his best friend, his ride or die, and you were laying in his bed.
It was totally platonic, of course, but he was a tad grateful that he was the first person you went to when your partner kicked you out.
"Nobody can beat me when I'm super 17"
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✿ ┇ one bed trope
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°He asked Kory to the dance°
15k

✧ | pretending his dog is sick to see his vet.
2k

✩ | his soulmate’s a criminal.
84

✧┇ his suits looks better on you
687

❦ | he can’t stop spending his money on you.
1

Falling in love with your best friend is an emotional roulette that can either spin in favor of Happily Ever After™ or spin straight into the pit of heartbreak. In your case, it’s the latter. Your friendship with Dick went way back. Started in 7th grade, when he scared off a group of bullies who had cornered you. Not only did he chased them away but also handed half of his peanut butter sandwich because the jerks had stolen your lunch. After that, your lives intertwined. Through adolescence, heartbreaks, and the chaos of growing up, you became inseparable. Dick was the one constant in your life: a whirlwind of energy, loyalty, and laughter. You both supported each other through everything. So when he decided to propose to Barbara, there was no question who he turned to first. And soon, you were swept into the whirlwind of wedding planning too. Every decision—big or small—seemed to involve You. “You know me better than anyone,” Dick would say with that easy grin. Choosing the orchids? You were there. Sampling the wedding cake? You were the first to grab a fork. Booking a mariachi band (bc of course he wanted one)? You helped negotiate the deal. And through it all, you smiled. But the deeper you got involved in the event, the clearer it became that the feelings for the groom-to-be were something far more intense. At first, you blamed it on stress of helping your best friend plan the most important day of his life caused. But the feeling didn’t fade; It was love. Irrevocably. For longer than you would like to admit. And now, it was too late. The ceremony was breathtaking—a Gotham affair with Wayne-level grandeur. But for you, it was torture. Seated front and center, you watched the man of your life pledge himself to someone else. “Speak now, or forever hold your peace.” Every cell in your body screamed to stand up, to declare yourself. Dick glanced back at you briefly, a small, tender smile on his face, as if to say, Thanks for being here. Conflicted, you fr
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His sincere love, after a long sleep in the cryopreservation chamber(supe user)
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