No.5 forehead kisses maybe? 🥺🥺
He's one hundred percent sure his half asleep brain is to blame for this. That and the fact that the coffee is still inside a cup on his hands and not placidly navigating his bloodstream. The morning is bright and the sky clear and brilliant, one of those lazy sunday mornings with the world still not in the verge of another apocalypse (yet). Sam's nowhere to be seen, probably jogging or running or some healthy shit equally ending in -ing so that leaves him and Cas alone in the kitchen of a very normal day.
Cas's reading the newspaper (who does that in these days anyway?) with an empty mug next to him and still in his pj's. He's accustoming to his humanity beautifully, calm and steady like a creek, enjoying the things he likes (being an early bird like Sam, apparently) and
politely declining the things he doesn't. His hair is ruffled from sleep and seems distracted enough but his smile doesn't falter, doesn't diminish a little, when he greets him good morning.
Maybe everything is to blame. Or maybe nothing, really, since that impulse has been always living inside him but he drop a kiss to Cas's forehead as a way of greeting. It's quick and soft and totally unplanned and, for once in his life, Dean doesn't regret anything because Cas's smile grows bigger, does amazing things to his face and Dean's inside, and is warm and blinding enough to put the sun to shame.
So maybe he can do it everyday for the rest of their lives. The mere thought is exhilarating.
the kisses thing
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thank you to @bigmickenergy for the tag 💕
rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better
last song: saints by echos. it has very ‘betrayed protagonist’ energy, in case anyone is looking for something like that today… for no particular reason…
last show: i think the last show i finished watching was ozark on netflix? i marathoned the last season with my father. the ending wasn’t bad, but honestly the final season wasn’t as strong as it could’ve been. plus they killed off one of my faves so :/ — 8/10, but only because i really enjoyed the earlier seasons.
currently watching: binged a bunch of episodes of superstore with my little brother. not sure how i feel about it. overall not horrible, although sometimes it feels like they’re really trying to mimic the michael schur sitcom formula. and some of the writing choices infuriate me. 6/10.
currently reading: i’ve been trying to finish these violent delights by chole gong for a while. it’s a retelling of romeo and juliet set in 1920s shanghai. i’m hoping to finally complete it by the end of the summer. i’ve also gotten back into poetry recently, and i read through a couple different collections a few weeks ago.
current obsession: i don’t know if i can call it an ‘obsession’ just yet, but i’ve been slowly getting into embroidery, which has been more fun than i expected.
now. who can i tag considering that the dash is in flames 🤔: @sbinalino, @saintdevote, @serenebuckyhours, @lovsoul, @samlammers, @lileclair, @lewislarbalestier, @menstitsillness, @f1rina-life -- no pressure though, obviously! and if you haven’t been tagged and you want to do this, this is me granting you blanket permission. consider yourself tagged.
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i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.
He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.
And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.
And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.
Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.
Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."
There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.
It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.
Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.
At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.
"Do you like to do anything?"
Nothing. Just silence.
Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.
Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.
Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.
And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.
He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.
Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.
So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.
"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"
"Don't."
He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.
Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"
"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."
It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"
The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."
Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."
And they fall back into silence.
Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."
He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.
(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)
At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.
Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.
("Tucker told me once--")
("Tucker?")
("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")
(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)
(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)
It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."
The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."
The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.
When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.
Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.
"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."
When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.
Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.
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