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angrypixie-sarisa · 5 years

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One step forward is one step away

Piedras Rodantes Pt. 17

Sam xWitch!Fem!Mexican!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Summary: As the days go by, Dean gets used to you and you to him. That’s something everyone is weary about, after all, it was a Winchester who “broke” your heart.

Minispoiler: (mexicans will know) ¿Y ESTA ROSA?

“¿Casi-stiel, quieres jokeis?” You flipped the blueberry and banana pancake, enjoying the smell that invaded your kitchen.

“For the last time, Y/N, it’s hotcakes not jokeis. And even then, here they’re called pancakes, not hotcakes.”

Hi, there! I’m breaking the fourth wall again. Let me give you context for those who aren’t latinx. At leat, in México, what you would call pancakes we call hotcakes. Why? I don’t know. Even then, jokeis (ho-kays) is how people usually pronounce hotcakes. But it has now become a meme, a joke; we mispronounce words on purpose to add a little bit of laughter into situations. Okay, thank you for reading the context; now, back to the story.

“¡Ay, chinga tu madre!” You laughed while rolling your eyes. You turned to look at him; he was narrowing his eyes at you.

“I don’t have a mother.” Now, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You don’t know that. Maybe you do. Todo es possible en esta vida.” You turned to take the pancake out into the plate you had set beside the stove, already full with six other pancakes. You then turned the stove off and went to sit at your kitchen table. Castiel helped you with the honey and the plate for you had in your hands a coffee mug, spoon and sugar. You both placed the items on your table and you began your breakfast.

“I heard you met Dean Winchester.” He was sat across from you.

You took a sip of your coffee. You figured everybody knew by now. Crowley knew, as the other demons did. Diego knew; he loved it as much as Crowley did. Maze wasn’t amused as well. You were curious as what the angels’ side had to say. Well, Castiel’s angel side.

“I did. What about it?” He looked at you, his serious demeanor shifted into worry and compassion.

“How do you feel? I figured, well… Humans do find similarities within related people. This will only remind you of Sam. Maybe it’s best if you stay away, for a while. This happened too soon.”

“What is too soon for you? A week, a month, a year? Your timeline is different from mine. Everyone’s timeline is different. It’s built on a proper and universal foundation but everyone alters it overtime to one that suits them. For me, it was about time. It doesn’t mean that I won’t be crying over him again. I am human and it still hurts, but if I keep avoiding the things that remind me of him then I won’t be enjoying the little things in life that brought me joy. They still can but not if I repress them.” You cut a bite from your pancake before bringing it to your mouth.

Castiel was out of words for a second. You understood his concern and everyone’s concern for the matter, but it was your decision and they had to respect that.

You reached for his hand and gave it a light squeeze.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m not changing my mind. I have to move on.” He nodded, but there was something bothering him. You didn’t question him; you figured he would talk to you if he wanted to, maybe he wasn’t ready yet.

His blue eyes turned to look at your plate filled with pancakes.

“That’s a lot of food.” You giggled, retrieving your hand to take another sip of your mug.

“Diego’s coming in a minute. But he told me to start without him.” Then, Castiel stood, smoothing his trousers before smoothing his trench coat.

“Then I suppose I must part.” He hesitated, but in the end, he approached you and planted a soft kiss into your forehead before vanishing.

That night you went out for dinner. You found a place you wanted to try for some time and decided it was better late than never.

You entered the place, classic rock playing through the speakers of the place. You approached the bar and the bartender immediately reached to you. He had a smug smile and walked with confidence, leaning casually into the bar.

“Welcome, what can I get you?” You laughed through your nose. You wanted something he couldn’t give to you.

“What beers do you have?” He frowned, normally when people asked for beer they wouldn’t specify which.

“Uh, what are you looking for?”

“Do you have Corona or Modelo, by any chance?” He eyed you oddly, before asking his co-worker.

“We have Corona.” You bit your lip to stop you from laughing. You guys know why.

“Yeah, that would be perfect. Also, I will have the buffalo boneless, please and thank you.” He brought you the beer before giving the kitchen your order.

You started scanning the place. It was just like other places you had visited, the only thing that varied was the quality of the food. You hoped this one had a good quality.

The sight of people standing up caught your eye. You looked at the table and saw a man leaving his friend just as his second beer had arrived. The mentioned friend was no one but Dean Winchester. He looked tired, but relieved. Certainly, that man wasn’t his friend, more like an acquaintance. You knew Dean didn’t mind one bit when he left him alone.

You could feel two different set of eyes on you. One was the hunter’s as he lifted his gaze to find your figure standing at the bar. The second was of the bartender with the smug smile as he watched you approach the Winchester’s table with your beer in hand.

“Hi.” You said, placing a hand at the top of the empty chair in front of him.

“Hey. What’ya drinkin’?” Your gaze landed on the bottle’s label. You sighed.

“Beer, Mexican beer.” He took a swig of his own. After your talk, he grew used to casually run into you from now and then; it was a small town after all. He also had seen you from time to time, but not enough to interact with you, until now.

“I noticed your friend leaving.” He scoffed, playing with his bottle in the table.

“He’s uh… He’s just someone from work.” You lifted your eyebrows.

“No friends?” He laughed through his nose at that.

“No, I don’t have friends.” You sat on the chair, crossing your free arm below your bust.

“Why is that?”

“What? You’re here to interrogate me?” He asked that with a smile. You knew the beer had something to do with it. He looked more relaxed.

“I’m here because I was hungry. Then I found you sitting alone and I figured that you needed some company.”

“Yeah? Well I don’t want company.”

“Well, I do. Will you be so kind to dine with me?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Dine?” You smiled, maybe the bartender’s smile was contagious; you found yourself feeling sassy and smug. You shrugged, leaned onto your chair and took a sip of your beer.

“I like being occasionally poetic and proper.” Just then, his burger was placed in front of him by some waitress who wrote her phone number on a napkin below the plate. Not even a minute later, the same waitress came and placed your boneless stiffly in front of you and a second unopened beer, which she quickly opened.

“Uh, I didn’t order the beer.” She looked at you as she placed it back on the table.

“It’s on the house. Courtesy of Dave.” You turned to look at the bar, that smug smile was already waiting for you. You gave him a kind short smile before returning your attention to the food.

“Looks like you have someone after you.” Dean said, amused. The waitress had already left.

“I could say the same to you.” He clicked his tongue as he placed the napkin under his beer.

“Yeah, I’ve already got someone.” You took a bite of your food. It was pretty good.

“Mmmm, that reminds me. How are they? Did you like the photos?” He chewed on his food as well before replying.

“They’re fine. She loves the photos, so does Ben.”

“I didn’t ask that.” He frowned at you.

“I asked if you like them. I already know they do.” He took another swig of his beer.

“So, this Corona, is it good?” You smiled as chewed.

“You’re changing the subject.”

“And you will let me.” You raised your eyebrows and he grinned.

“It is good, but I prefer Modelo, when I’m feeling fancy or wine. But if I want something less expensive and still delicious I normally drink Indio, or Carta Blanca.”

“I don’t know what would be the difference or what to compare them to, so, I’m just gonna nod and agree.” You laughed.

“Well, if you want something you can participate in, I gotta ask again. Why would you not have friends? Sam told me his side of his story, but I’m also interested in yours.” You left your food aside, just for a moment, as you waited for an answer.

“You’re not giving up, are you?”

“Nope.” He rolled his eyes and took another swig of his beer, then a bite from his burger. When he was done, he said: “It’s easier. We used to…” He swallowed hard. “We used to have friends, but in the end, they always got hurt. Even family gets hurt, but as a hunter, you expect them to at least know how to look out for themselves.” You hummed in consideration, renovating your attention towards the boneless.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You said, nonchalantly.

“Y/N.” You laughed at the warning in his tone. You lifted your gaze into his eyes.

“Am I your friend or an acquaintance?”

“You’re a pain in my ass, that’s what you are.” You both laughed and you left it there. It was a question to pop again some other day.

You’re phone rang impatiently as you hurried to your couch to pick it up. Dean’s name showed on the screen.

“About freaking time, Y/N.” His angry voice made it to your ears.

“Careful, with that tone I may not help you.”

“How do you know I need your help?” You collapsed into your couch, staring at your plants’ auras; they all looked like gossipy children, gathered around you to hear every detail.

“You don’t? Well, I suppose I should hang, then. I’m very busy at the moment so…”

“Alright, yes, I need your help, don’t you dare hang up.” You laughed.

“What is it?” There was some silence from the other line that for a moment you thought he had hung up. But then you heard some rustle and tapping.

“Winchester, what are you doing?”

“Okay, so, I’m at the drug store.” He was speaking in a hushed way.

“Yes?”

“Lisa needs… She needs tampons and I don’t know which ones.” You covered your mouth to try and hush your laugh, but it was a failed attempt. You burst out in laughter, even tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t laugh, this is serious.”

“You mean to tell me that from all the time you have known her you’ve never had to interact with her period? I’m sorry but that’s hilarious and a little bit impressive.” Dean rolled his eyes as he scanned different aisles until you finally told him what to buy.

“I have interacted with her on her period, I always offer my help; she just never needed it, until now. Just, tell me what to buy, Y/N.” He was growing impatient.

“Mmm, I would have if you hadn’t forgotten of the magic word.”

“Oh, come on.” You looked into your nails, thinking what color to paint them as you kept silent, waiting for him to ask correctly.

“Fine. Seriously, you’re a pain in the ass. Would you please help me with this?” You smiled triumphantly.

“Alright, I’m assuming that when she’s on her period the bathroom isn’t a complete chaos.”

“It isn’t. Why?”

“Well, that means she doesn’t have a heavy flow. You will buy two boxes of regular tampons, whatever trademark you prefer, just be sure they’re regular or super but nothing bigger.”

“Okay, got’em. Why two boxes?” You rolled your eyes and mentally face-palmed.

“In case she runs out. Okay, next, pick up pain killers and her favorite craving food. And a heating pad.” You could tell he was making his confused frown. You just knew. Your plants where having a blast, they silently where roasting Dean so hard.

“Please tell me you know what her craving food is.” You sounded done with him and his bullshit. And you were, well, not his bullshit but every man’s oblivious period bullshit.

“She doesn’t have cravings.” You groaned.

“Every woman has cravings, Dean! Think about it, there’s a time when her period is close, she might be sensitive emotionally and physically, she might feel bloated or might be eating more than usual. Think about those times where she asks you not to touch her breasts because their sensitive. Just, think!”

“Y/N!” You didn’t know it, but he was blushing a little bit.

“What?”

“How do you know about the… You know… the breasts.” The last part was whispered.

“Ay, Diosito santo, ayudame por favor, con este pendejo.” You laughed.

“Dean, every woman suffers from that when her period is about to arrive. Every. Fucking. Woman.”

“Really? I didn’t know.”

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes as he went to find popcorn, soda and gummy bears.

“I remembered her craving food now, thanks.” You gave out a little incredulous giggle before replying “You’re welcome”.

The hunter was about to hang up but he grew curious.

“So what do you crave?” The question took you off guard, but you gladly replied.

“Salty and sweet things, also really spicy things. Takis fuego, chips with salsa valentina and maggi, chocolate, doughnuts, pie, cake, nachos… Basically if I eat something salty and spicy, yes it is good, but it’s not enough and I end up eating something sweet afterwards.”

He laughed at that. That was the craziest thing he had ever heard.

“Wow.”

“Don’t judge me. I’ve seen you eat. It’s not quite the scene.” He smiled despite the roast. Before hanging up, he ended the conversation with “Fuck you”.

You turned your head at your window; you thought you had seen a shadow, a familiar tall and big shadow. But it was impossible, he was gone.

You got up from your reading chair; your hands trembled as you closed the curtains. You forced yourself to not open them again. He was gone and there was nothing outside. You sat at your couch, forgetting about your book. You pulled the blanket placed at the other side of the couch, it wasn’t chilly but you were suddenly cold. You enveloped yourself in its warm and jumped when you heard someone knocking at your closet’s door. You took in a deep breath before answering.

“Who is it?”

“Diego! May I come in?” You sighed in relief.

“Yeah, yeah, come in.” He entered your place, his smile faltered as he felt your scared aura. He raced towards you, already pulling you into his chest as tears started to fall from your eyes.

“What happened? You were doing fine.”

“I think I saw him, Diego, standing outside my window. It was just a shadow but it looked just like him. I…” You sobbed, your breath faltered. “I think I’m going crazy. It’s the third time it happens. I thought I was moving on, but… I keep seeing him. Why?!” You groaned, suddenly feeling angry. You gritted your teeth. “¿Por qué? ¿Por qué? ¡¿Por qué me sigue pasando esto?! ¡Ya estoy harta!” Then you sobbed again, it hurt you, even physically. It hurt right in your chest and you knew there was nothing you could do.

He smoothed your hair and passed a comforting hand through your back, repeatedly hushing in a whisper.

“It’s hard, I know.”

“Está de su puta madre.” He laughed at that.

“No te rías, cabrón. No es gracioso.” You scolded him, but you managed to crack a sad smile.

“Es un poco gracioso. Siempre me ha dado risa cuando maldices, suena a una amenaza con voz chillona. Como una hada que te menta la madre.” And with a squeaky voice he said: “Pinche madre, ¿Qué no entiendes? Te voy a partir el hocico.” Then you laughed, getting away just to hit him playfully in the chest.

“Pinche mamón. I don’t sound like that.” He shrugged.

“You kinda do.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, with a smile, before giving him a hug.

“How did you know I needed you here?” He shrugged as he hugged you tighter.

“Your family, I was worried, so was Tyler. He practically pushed me to come check on you.” You sighed.

“Bendito sea ese gringo.” Diego laughed.

“Sí, es una bendición el güerito.” With your arms still around his neck, you asked: “Diego, would you mind staying the night? Invite Tyler, as well. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” You both separated, only to look at each other.

“I was thinking the same thing. How ‘bout we buy some chips, soda and candy and binge watch La Rosa de Guadalupe, Como dice el dicho, Caso Cerrado y Lo que la Gente Cuenta?” You smiled big at the suggestion.

“Tyler no va a entender ni madres.”

“Which will make it funnier.” With a mischievous smile, you agreed. It was going to be a funny night.

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moonbeammuses-a · 7 years

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@stylish-alastor

"Now, please welcome your favorite, the gorgeous, the illustrious, the illuminating, Moonlight."

Moonlight stepped across the stage, one foot before the other, black boots clicking as she moved, letting her hips sway as she approached the mic. Whistles and hoots from the men greeted her ears, and she smiled, even as she wanted to scream. Her motions became automatic the moment she reached the microphone, moving as automatically as one in a trance.

thoughts barely managed to register as she performed, making slight adjustments based on the crowd.

Hold the mic, brush my hand along the stand, wink before the music begins, swaying my body to the music. Hold the note, let it trail slowly, make eye contact, smile. He has money. Wink, take the mic and move that way. Shake out hair as the song reaches its climax. They're shouting, some are drunk. Go home after this song.

When the music ended, she gave a curtsy, smiled brightly at the applause, and left to her changing room while one of the bussers collected the money from the stage.

When she was given the money, Moonlight tucked it into a compartment in the back of her belt buckle, before removing the glitter from her cheeks and laurels from her hair in the mirror. She hummed as she worked, finally feeling she could breathe.

"I think I'm gonna get myself something nice," she decided. The money had been good tonight, llikely due to the inebriation of her small crowd.

"You should," Came a voice, sending her twirling with a smile.

"Grandfather Jakob!" she said, grinning as she went to hug him. "What has you visiting? Is your hip ok?"

"Oy, you and Luka both, worrying the second you see me," he said in mock annoyance. "I'm fine. How is my vilda chaya?" he asked, Yiddish creeping into his speech.

Moonlight smiled at the nickname. “I’m fine,” she replied easily.

"You're still a good liar, my dear, but you'll never fool me," he said, kind eyes regarding her over his glasses. "Are you sure you want to keep doing this schtik, Bissela?"

"It pays well," Moonlight replied smoothly, smiling. "It lets me help with your doctors. It lets us eat. I can do this as long as I need to."

He sighed, patting her face gently. "Alright, alright. You cn stop with the spiel. I just wish you could go to a nice school instead of doing this. You're 24 now, and you have so much potential, Bissela, I wish you and Luka would forget about an alter kocker like me."

"Never," Moonlight said, tweaking his nose. "We love you, zeyde."

Jakob chuckled, waving her away. "Gay avek," he said, pretending to be mad. "Get yourself home, Bissela," he said.

When Moonlight made her way outside to walk home, she crinkled her nose at the smell, ears twitching in annoyance.

The city that never sleeps needs a bath, she thought, and chuckled, amused at her own joke as she headed home. The back of the bar exited down an alley, and she followed this as she left.

"There you are!" a voice sluurred. She turned to see a drunken man stumblling towards her. "You left me waiting out here, thass not how a lady's sposed to treat a guy," he said.

not good. Moonlight cocked her hip, smiling at the man. "Aw, darling, i didn't mean to do that. How about I give you a dance tomorrow to make up for it?" she asked. be calm. leave.

The man waved an arm. "no, no, no, no," he said, anger in his voice. "You're gonna ive me something to make me happy NOW."

Not good. He's drunk. it isnt working. Why isnt it working?

Moonlight groaned inwardly in anger, but kept the smile at her lips, brushing her hair back across her shoulders. "Well I'd be happy to sing you a song. A special song just for you," she said, humming at the end of the words. Leave.

The man shook his head, reaching out to grab her arm. "thass jus' not gonna cut it," he slurred at her ear, reaching a hand for her chest.

Not Good. Get out of there. Luka isnt here to stop you.

Moonlight tried to pull away, irritation finally entering her voice as she slapped him. "Dont put your hands on me," she said angrily.

The man slapped her back, and she felt her head reeling as her cheek burned.

"No,” she snarled.

It happened in a flash. She didn't even remember moving. The next thing she knew, the man was on the ground, bleeding and whimpering, and she growled over him.

"Moonlight, you don't have to do this." A new voice. Where? She swiveled her head, spotting another man in the alley. She growled as she turned to face him, clawed hands flexing.

"You're alright. You are safe. Calm your mind," The man said, blue eyes staring into her own.

Moonlight nearly snarled at him, fur bristled, before she noticed his mouth hadn't moved. How?

"I have my own abilities," the voice said. "I want to help you. Be calm."

Curiosity fought against her judgement, and she breathed slow, deep breaths, feeling the fur on her arms soften, laying flat once more as claws and teeth retracted. Feathers fell around her as her wings shrank. After a moment, she looked almost normal. Normal for her.

"Very well done," The man said, speaking out loud as he approached her. "I am Charles Xavier, and I have a proposition for you." He chuckled. "One that doesn't involve your dancing skills."

She was surprised at the size of the building. She hadn't pictured a mansion. She walked the halls, looking in amazement at the quality of, well, everything.

This Xavier guy is rich, she thought to herself.

Children of varying ages shot around her, some with obvious mutations, others looking completely ordinary. As one ran through a desk, she rescinded the “ordinary” part.

"Oy, Where am I supposed to go?" she wondered aloud. “Where is this guy’s office?”

#{{ v; Dancing on a Moonbeam}}#{{ Muse: Moonlight }}#stylish-alastor

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magicianjay · 7 years

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Magic Kaito, chapter 4 commentary.

I love both the anime and the MK special adaptations of this chapter, and overall this chapter is definitely in my top 4 favourite chapters of MK. I would have said top 3, but I really fell in love with the Robo-Kaito chapter last time. (RIP, murderous robot. You're missed.)

Kaito cutting the glass out of the window there reminds me of the scene with him cutting glass out in Nonchalant Lupin (the MK prototype), except that here Kaito is looking so smug. I love it. The art quality is already so much better.

THAT GRIN. Kaito seems to be turning into his own caricatures of Kid. Serious manga illness, very tragic story.

I do like that his watch can double as a bright light to stun people.

I've read various things in fanfics where they mention that Kaito wears a subtle face mask or make-up as Kid to slightly alter the shape of his face so he can't be recognised, but although it would make sense, it's obviously not the reality going by this chapter. MK is a silly manga, and it's operating in the space in-between poking fun at paper thin costumes and then promptly forgetting all about it later on at the author's convenience. In a different series I'm not sure that Nakamori would have recognised Kaito in the first place.

Anyway, Nakamori's skills as a detective would have to be dire indeed if he hadn't recognised Kaito, so thank goodness he could.

The scene added into the 1412 anime featuring Kaito eating dinner with Nakamori family after that heist was a great addition, in my opinion. I loved Nakamori's suspicious staring at him, and the spluttering when Aoko covered the right side of Kaito's face.

Aoko is such a sweetheart. She's so protective of Kaito that she was willing to take the inevitable massive embarrassment of asking him on a date. And she gets straight to the point, making it sound like a demand. Her body language and her tone convey her determination very well.

So Kaito reacts by needing Aoko to repeat what she said at least once, then asking if it's a joke, then by insulting her but blushing intensely...And, although it's clear that he was just spitting that insult out because the situation was awkward, it's just as clear that Aoko believed it.

It's really too bad. The way that Aoko and Kaito interact with each other sometimes involves banter and insults and maximum tsundere, and that is the kind of insult they would fling at each other, but some of it hits Aoko right in the self-esteem issues.

Aoko and Kaito's dynamic varies a lot. They don't always bicker, but when they do, sometimes that's just their own way of playing and having fun together, and I like that they feel comfortable enough with each other to play rough and be a bratty duo with a lot of back and forth.

But some of the time they're quarrelling more seriously, or genuinely being jerks, or they're falling into a pattern of squabbling from force of habit, and although they seem to forget about it or forgive each other pretty quickly (or to get even quickly, as with Aoko and the fish in chapter one) their insults do seem to sting each other, and they also sometimes seem to sting in ways that weren't even intended. For example, Kaito in chapter one was bothered by Aoko's slight to his magic, and by extension to his dad's magic, even though Aoko probably never intended the latter. And in the current scene I don't think for a moment that Kaito would really want Aoko to think she's ugly. Same as Aoko in a later chapter wouldn't want Kaito to really feel like a cockroach of a human being, even though she did compare him to a cockroach.

So Aoko thinks that she's unattractive and that nobody would want to date her. That bites. An alternative interpretation would be that she just thinks that's solely Kaito's view, and she's resigned to that, and this upsets her because of course, who wants their BFF/love interest to think that about them? That makes sense, but I'm not sure if that could explain everything. She's too quick so accept what he said there as the truth, and then there's also some stuff later on in the series, specifically in the skiing chapter, where she definitely has other self-esteem issues too. I'm interested in this, so I'll try to keep an eye out for anything further that points either way.

Kaito starts taking Aoko's request seriously once she gets teary, so there are good odds that he thought she was just messing with him before and her reaction just then finally convinced him of her sincerity. Or could be that she was so cute there he couldn't say no. Though I can't say that tears suit Aoko at all...

Kaito: so flustered about this that he can't even look Aoko in the face as he says yes, and has to look away shyly. At this point that he doesn't know what Aoko's ulterior motive is, so yeah, he's saying yes to being asked on what he thinks is a real date.

Aoko is so pleased that she's achieved victory in her quest, and her reaction is incredibly cute. Also: way to go, Aoko, in getting Kaito to agree BEFORE she set the day so that he couldn't back out. I don't know if she planned that in advance or on the spot, but either way it was crafty.

I'm really impressed by Aoko in this scene, for how hard she went for her target and how she didn't let her embarrassment get in her way. And this is no minor hurdle, because if Aoko and Kaito already had enough nerve and maturity to risk this kind of embarrassment and potential mockery and rejection from each other for just their own sake, they might already have been a couple by now. But Aoko was able to get over it straight away because she was so desperate to prove Kaito's innocence and protect him from the danger of being suspected. Now that's a great and loyal friend.

This whole scene is all pretty weird given that last chapter Robo-Kaito confessed to Aoko, so she shouldn't even be thinking that Kaito would refuse her in the first place, let alone think that he believes nobody would want to date her, but oh well, this manga is not a marvel of coherent continuity.

It's also strange that Keiko is surprised and baffled at the idea of Aoko and Kaito maybe dating, when last chapter she was throwing a party for them with a “congratulations on your wedding!” sign...

Well, either it's a classroom of trolls, or we just need to keep mourning the series' continuity. Maybe both.

Threat to BFF: detected. Aoko looks so apprehensive there, when just a moment or two before she was laughing and playfully elbowing her dad.

Nakamori's reaction to seeing Kaito's face isn't entirely consistent with his behaviour later in the series. Chapter 1, he's overjoyed that the Kaitou Kid he spent so long chasing isn't dead after all. Here, he sees Kaito's face and instantly believes that he must be Kid. But later on when Hakuba's analysis says that the Kid is a high school boy, Nakamori won't believe a word of it because it's impossible for Kid to be that young.

Maybe we could rationalise it and say that the evidence from Nakamori's own eyes was too strong for him to be able to ignore it, and that after Kaito tricking him later on in this chapter, Nakamori was able to resume happily latching on to the idea of Kid being the same person all along. But for someone who's deeply invested in Kid being someone older, Nakamori certainly took the idea of it being Kaito calmly.

One thing I like is that Nakamori never doubts that Kaito's bright enough to pull off being Kid. Seeing his face and knowing Kaito's a magician is enough for him here. I doubt Gosho actually intended to make this kind of point, but I can't help comparing this to Hakuba's initial dismissal of Kaito as just an idiot. Nakamori never thinks Kaito's stupid! Of course, he's had the advantage of knowing Kaito for a long time.

I like the way that Aoko's face was shadowed there, leading into the next panel where...

Aoko actually flips out once she realises Nakamori is serious. She thought quickly, too, with that lie.

If Nakamori were to ever catch Kid and send him to prison, I have no doubts his home life would become an instant living hell. Not that Aoko wouldn't be angry at Kaito too, but Nakamori should not ever be wanting to be the guy responsible for jailing him. It'd wreck their family. I would like to pretend that his stunned expression there is a feeling of impending doom, but he's just shocked by Aoko's vehemence.

The 1412 anime adaptation of this scene is a real disappointment because it doesn't show Aoko dramatically stomping her foot on the table. Aoko got shortchanged there. If you've got a dynamic character who does things like that, why on earth would you swap it out for a scene where she just stands there?

That feeling when a panel or two ago you were passionately defending your friend's innocence and moral fibre, and then they get caught being shifty as hell. And Kaito even admits to those girls that he's the culprit, and has the nerve to blame them...like he did in chapter 1 when he blamed Aoko for falling for his magic trick.

Kaito goes around at school unrepentently picking locks, playing magic tricks and pranks, using a card gun, and occasionally laying on charm very thickly and manipulatively, plus he's also placed disguises on people at least once. He might as well go around holding a Hi! I'm the Kaitou Kid! sign.

The prototype Kaito in Nonchalant Lupin actually was well-known at his school for being a master of disguise, but I have to wonder whether MK Kaito ever made a habit of it. On the one hand, it would be ridiculously suspicious. On the other hand, Kaito already is ridiculously suspicious, and early-series MK is nuts. If Gosho ever did intend for Kaito to have a history of going wild with disguises before he was Kid, he's unlikely to ever show it now.

Aoko looks so down while she's waiting for Kaito to arrive and he's late. I wonder if she was running over suspicions in her head? At the least, she had to be wondering if he wasn't going to show up and her plan to clear him would fail.

I'd like to know why Kaito was late. Was he staring at his wardrobe and trying to pick out the best and coolest outfit he could? Because, uh...if he was, it didn't work. Or maybe he was preparing for the heist. Or maybe he was freaking out about the possibility of Aoko working out that he's Kid.

Nakamori would be happy to know that he's being taken this seriously!

Damn, Kaito, those tsundere levels are off the charts. When I got into MK I scoured the internet for everything I could find about the series, and it was so weird how often Aoko got called a tsundere and yet many people didn't say the same about Kaito. And yet just look at this guy.

I wonder how many shipfics with Kaito in just take their ideas from Kaito's characterisation in Detective Conan and play up the whole suave thief angle while forgetting how much of that is an act and what a dorky tsundere he really is?

I'm not saying Aoko isn't tsundere too. She is! Their tsundere levels are feeding off each other in some kind of ouroboros.

Aoko smiling and dragging Kaito off suddenly by the arm is the cutest thing. She looks so happy in those panels.

But the date does not go well. It's interesting because if you look at Aoko and Kaito's respective behaviour on the date so far in isolation, without knowing what the characters are like, you'd think that Aoko was behaving perfectly normally and Kaito was being a jerk. To be fair, Kaito IS being a jerk. But what wouldn't be immediately apparent is that Aoko is being wildly out of character.

Up until this point in the date, she's just been putting up with Kaito being a jerk to her, and responding to that in a subdued way, going "Oh..." looking uncomfortable and embarrassed. That's not the usual Aoko! So why was she acting this way? The most likely interpretation is that she's trying to act the way that she thinks a stereotypical girl on a date "should" act - being all tolerant and forcing positivity and enthusiasm about everything, and going all "kyaaa!" in the haunted house. This was a strange and deeply awkward situation for her, since after all, she did invite Kaito out on a date-date even if it was actually a trick to clear his name. Maybe the fact the date was a trick was even what made her feel she had to act this way. How could she even act like her normal self in this situation? Her motive was to determinedly Be On A Date with Kaito to establish his innocence. So she tried as hard as she could to be the image she had of a girl on a date.

But Kaito was not having any of this. He took the jerk route of dealing with Aoko's out-of-character behaviour, definitely, but credit where credit is due, he was not happy with Aoko acting all fake and stereotypical-girl-on-a-date, and wanted to spend time with an uninhibited Aoko who felt free to be herself. He could have, y'know, just said this straight away without first being as disagreeable as possible in order to make his point, but oh well.

And so then Aoko finally relaxes and they start being brats having fun together and have a great day. It's cute! Their date doesn't look like a stereotypical date, but why should they have to conform to a stereotype which doesn't fit them? Which was probably Kaito's point.

Aoko clocks Kaito here, and it's much the same in the MK specials, but in the 1412 anime it's replaced with a forehead flick, and Kaito doesn't run after her or shake his own fist or anything in response. I wonder why? I would guess that the 1412 anime wanted to take out violence, but then...this is the same anime which changed things in ep 1 so that Kaito actually got hit by the furniture Aoko threw, unlike in the manga. Maybe it was just because the anime ended that scene on a pretty frame with Aoko happily running ahead and Kaito standing still, and you can't have both that and a scene with a grumpy just-punched Kaito running right after Aoko and complaining like the specials did. I'd say the MK specials adapted it better here, but the 1412 scene was so pretty that I like both versions.

Kaito looks so shifty there as he tries to make his exit.

And Aoko has come prepared with handcuffs. Presumably she nicked them from her dad. Theft: it's okay if it's for a good cause. She may have been thinking to herself that she trusts Kaito, but she still brought cuffs to make sure, rather than taking it on faith. Well...given her conflicted expressions earlier and the way he looked suspicious in class, she must have had some level of suspicion of him of her own. But if she didn't keep Kaito with her the whole time, she wouldn't be able to prove to Nakamori that he couldn't be Kid, so it makes perfect sense anyway.

I like the way that she doesn't explain it to him! She apologises and tells him to stay put a while longer, and looks very, very slightly awkward as she does that, but then she moves on to talking about the film and acting as if suddenly handcuffing yourself to your date is totally normal and requires no further comment. It really does seem as if she doesn't expect Kaito to kick up a fuss. Now I want to know about all the pre-canon shenannigans that Aoko's pulled in this friendship. It's hard to look at this scene and think that surprises only go from Kaito to Aoko.

In the manga here, Kaito had a convenient detachable arm that he tricked Aoko into putting the cuff on, and it's the same in the MK specials, but in the 1412 anime, he just frees his arm from the cuff. The inflatable Kaito-doll is made less completely ridiculous-looking in the anime, as compared to the jelly monster lookalike from the manga and specials.

Kaitou Kid: the very image of phantom thievery at its finest, stealthiest and most elegant. Nobody will notice him as he sneaks away to the crime scene!

Jii is not in the manga for this chapter, but he's added in to both of the adaptations. In the specials, he shows up in a car to pick Kaito up from the theme park (and the car breaks down on the way back), and in 1412, he's in the cinema in the seat behind the Kaito-doll and moving it a bit.

Nakamori de-hatting Kid count: #01. Good luck.

I love Kaito for his Aoko disguise there. Great way to put Nakamori off his trail and explain why he saw Kaito before. It's also interesting in retrospect because of a scene later on in the series where another character may or may not have used a similar trick on Kaito.

The MK specials version of this scene messed it up badly, in my opinion, by making the person Kid is shockingly disguised as be Inspector Nakamori himself, then cycling through various other people before reaching the Aoko disguise. Regardless, the Aoko voice actresses in both anime adaptations did a great job of mimicking Kid.

Dear god, Aoko, you were originally created as a detective character but you're fooled by inflatable jelly Kaito.

If we ever needed proof that Kaito's judgement has always been suspect, here we have him deciding to save time by riding on the side of a rollercoaster. And if we ever needed proof that this is a gag manga, here we have him surviving being hit on the head and falling off the coaster from a great height...

(There's always the alternative interpretation that he survives because he's secretly actually Robo-Kaito version 2. I love Magic Kaito so, so much for being a canon where things like that could be plausible.)

Kaito got really jumpy there when he heard Nakamori's voice over the TV, huh. At little moments like this when somebody (or just their voice) is behind him when he wasn't expecting it, he panics. Maybe he usually feels confident he won't be caught, and I'm sure he's not the type to ever lose sleep worrying, but he certainly is nervous when he's surprised.

Aoko's relief there about Kaito being just Kaito after all is interesting and I'll get back to that in a minute.

(I switched to the other scanlations for this one panel, since I think it has the better translation for this bit.)

It's sweet how touched Kaito was by Aoko's attempt to prove his innocence. She really did try her best for him, so it's nice that her effort actually was understood and appreciated. Too bad for her that her trust was misplaced, but still.

I would have liked to include the manga panel for the bit directly after this too, but I think the anime subtitles for this were clearer than either of the two scanlated versions I have available, so I'll just quote from that.

Aoko: Here. I got you your favorite ice cream.

Kaito: Don't do stuff like that. It's not like you!

Aoko: Even if it's unusual, I'm still me.

Doesn't that apply very neatly to Kaito being Kid?

The main themes surrounding Aoko and Kaito's interactions in this chapter seemed to be ones of identity and fear of change. They essentially have similar worries about each other.

Aoko was worried that Kaito was hiding something, and wasn't the Kaito she was used to, and was relieved when she'd "proved" that he was still himself. Kaito wanted Aoko to be herself, but then at the end he took it too far, to the point where he was constraining her instead by insisting on the status quo, and she had to correct him.

This ended up being a chapter about how you should be true to yourself and shouldn't force yourself to be someone you're not just because you feel it's what's expected of you, but how you're still the same person even if you don't always act the same way.

Kaito definitely paid attention to Aoko saying she was still herself. I think he found it reassuring – that they could change or their dynamic could alter without them losing the other one. Regardless, that seems to be what encouraged him to say that ridiculously cheesy "But ice cream is sweet" line after Aoko said he was being as cold as ice cream.

Given what the Robo-Kaito said last chapter about how he had the urge to give Aoko the cold shoulder because he loves her, it's nice to see the real Kaito managing to get over being cold, just for a few seconds.

The 1412 anime did a good thing in having Chikage laughing uproariously and mocking the hell out of Kaito over that ultra-cheesy line! (Since Aoko told her about it.) A line like that should not go unlaughed at.

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30 Day OC Challenge: Day 30

DAY 30!!!!!

So I already covered how Dean and Felix first met and now will cover the day Felix realized he was attracted to Dean.

It happened gradually and all at once....

His dad started talking at him the second he stepped foot in the door but Felix ignored him and walked straight up the stairs, into his room, and slammed the door. Practically throwing himself on his bed, his mind was filled with so many confused thoughts Felix wouldn’t have been remotely surprised if his head actually exploded.

He should have just said no. If he had done that then everything would have been fine. Fuck, Felix could usually lie to himself pretty convincingly at least for a little while but even he wasn’t buying that one. Everything would have still been so far from okay but Felix would have at least been blissfully ignorant.

He didn’t say no, he couldn’t, not to Dean. Felix could never say no to Dean, and he didn’t really know why that was. Or that is was one of those lies Felix had told himself up until today when the truth, the fucked up, life-altering truth, came crashing to the front of his mind.

He knew all of that but he couldn’t stop replaying the day in his mind. Thinking about all the ways it couldn’t have been avoided, all the warning signs he ignored.

It all started with a text message. Back in Vermont, Felix was slow to respond to texts mainly because he didn’t look at them right away. Most of the time it was his girlfriend texting him about stupid drama he could not care less about so why would he rush. That had changed with the move, Felix could never ignore a text message for more than a couple seconds.

The text was from Dean, it always was. That didn’t bother Felix in the slightest, Dean was the only person he had meant worth talking to anyway. The message was short and to the point:

From Dean: Working now, want to hang out later?

That was an easy one to answer, of course, he wanted to hang out. That was his first mistake, he should have said no but instead, he didn’t even question what the plan was. He definitely should have at least asked what they were going to do but he didn’t because it was Dean whatever they were going to do they it would be fun.

Dean showed up at his door about an hour, bit sweaty, more than a little dirty, and there may have been grass in his hair. Felix guessed that meant Dean had been working his landscaping job, but Dean had so many jobs it was impossible for Felix to keep track of all of them. Seriously, for a guy that could be so much fun, Dean didn’t seem to understand the point of summer. He was also the only guy that could look like he was ripped out of the page of a magazine while covered in lawn trimmings.

“Got your soccer gear around here somewhere?” Dean questioned with his million-watt smile as he stepped in the door. Dean was careful not to touch anything and seemed reluctant to move past the entryway but that was Dean to a T. It didn’t matter how many times Felix told him he didn’t have to worry about dirtying the house Dean was always cautious not to touch anything if he showed up sweaty from tryouts or one of his dirtier jobs. Dean had all those southern manners Felix heard about but somehow coming from Dean it wasn’t annoying.

“Yeah, my room buried in the back of my closet,” he stated only about seventy-five percent sure that was actually true. He had pulled some of it out when he had done tryouts so he knew it had made it to Tennessee in the move it was the exact where that was still blurry. “Why?”

“Because we’re going to go play,” Dean replied like that was the most obvious thing in the world, but not in a condescending way. Dean always had a good-natured teasing quality to the things he said and did. “Hurry up and get your stuff already.”

There it was, another place where Felix could have said no. He could have told Dean he wasn’t feeling up to it or suggested something else, like hanging out and watching T.V. but no. Felix didn’t tell Dean no, instead he dug out his cleats and shin guards and they headed out.

The ride should have been miserable. Felix didn’t exactly live near town and that was where he had assumed they were going because there really was nowhere else nearby to go. Dean’s car was probably almost as old as they were, and while it was precious to Dean it was in all reality a piece of shit. The seats were so worn it was like sitting on a board, the air conditioner had probably stopped working a decade ago, and thanks to a hole in the exhaust the center console radiated heat like it was the mouth of hell.

The ride should have been miserable but it wasn’t, Felix was pretty sure that if you added Dean to anything it would instantly become good. The rode into town with the windows down singing along to the radio when they weren’t slinging insults or joking around. Felix suspected Dean had a pretty amazing voice but he could never be sure, Dean always blasted the radio and Felix could bring himself to ask to hear Dean’s voice without the radio’s interference.

Felix definitely wasn’t going to ask him to turn the music down because Dean had the BEST taste in music. It was varied both in age and genre but it was always the best thing Felix had ever heard. A few weeks ago it had been some super old jazz musician whose name started with an M or maybe a D. Was it Miles Something?....Well, after that it was some kind of techo band from Quebec. Felix couldn’t remember the name of the band but he still had the lyrics from “Stranger than Earth” stuck in his head.

It was probably the most fun Felix had had in days, at least since the last time he and Dean had actually hung out- Dean worked a lot in the summer. Felix lost track of time and space, at least for a time. He didn’t realize that they were headed toward the high school until they were pulling into the parking lot. Once he noticed, Felix wanted to question it, he should have questioned it. Hell, he should have refused to get out of the fucking car but he didn’t because of Dean.

Dean half-assed parked in one of the parking spots by the sports field (because, yeah the school was so poor all the sports teams shared the one field which apparently made practice interesting). If it was possible Dean might have been the worst driver to ever be given a license which would normally make Felix nervous (he was an amazing driver) but didn’t bother him with Dean.

As they got out of the car Felix could see a couple of guys on the field kicking a ball around. Felix hadn’t even thought about asking who else would be there, it didn’t seem to matter. He hadn’t been having all that much success making friends since the move which was largely his own fault. Felix had spent so much of his time in Vermont watching what he said and keeping his opinions to himself, it had been fucking exhausting and he didn’t want to do that anymore. Well, that didn’t exactly endear him to most people which was fine. He had Dean and that was more than enough on the friend front in his opinion.

Dean grabbed his gear from the back seat and they walked over to the others. It turned out to be John and David although no one seemed to call them that. Instead, most people referred to the two by shortened versions of their last names: Wash and Watts. Felix was pretty sure it was John Watson and David Washington but not completely certain. The two guys seemed nice enough, and they were friends with Dean so they had to be at least partially cool but if Felix was being completely honest he had a hard time remembering which one was which. The two looked like they could be twins, both had light brown hair, brown eyes, similar builds although one of them (Watts?) was a bit shorter, and similar facial features except the taller one’s (Wash?) jawline was a bit more square.

Luckily for him, he never really had the need to know which one was which because they always seemed to be together. He first met them he wondered, and if he was in Vermont still he probably would have startup asked if they were an item but then he met their girlfriends. That really only added to the general confusion because it was really hard to figure out who was actually dating who. It was more than a little weird so Felix tried to steer clear of the entire situation but still, Wash and Watts were general tolerable people.

“Hey!” one of the two called as they must have caught sight of them approaching. Felix was going to guess it was Wash that was the one that was talking. “Look who showed up,” He declared as he and the other guy stopped kicking the ball around. “We were starting to think you were going to blow us off to work.”

It was said in a joking manner but it still seemed like a dick comment in Felix’s opinion. Dean chuckled completely unbothered, Felix shouldn’t have been surprised because it was Dean and that was just how he was. Felix envied that about him more than a little. “Forgive me for liking having some spending cash,” Dean retorted good-naturedly.

“And you brought a fourth,” the other one (Watts?) seemed to notice that Felix actually existed. Felix wasn’t even pissed about that, compared to Dean Felix got it.

“Fuck yes,” Dean declared as he used some quick footwork to snatch the soccer ball from between Wash and Watts before either of them could react. “We are going to kick your asses,” Dean teased as he kicked the ball back toward Felix. It was a quick kick but a straight line, Felix was easily able to catch it. Dean grinned at him, like he had accomplished something really impressive and while Felix knew that wasn’t actually the case but he still wanted to grin back. “Right dude?” Dean questioned roping him into his trash talk.

“Fuck yeah,” Felix replied confidently, ‘cause Dean brought that out in him. Felix showed off a little fancy footwork of his own to disguise his intent before kicking the ball back to Dean.

Wash attempted to intercept the ball but didn’t move quick enough and missed it by about half an inch. “Yeah, sure,” Watts tried to trash talk back although it wasn’t all that convincing in the face of Wash’s failed interception. “You know what they say, actions speak louder than words.”

They continued to exchange friendly trash talk for a few minutes before pausing so Dean and Felix could change into their cleats and shin guards. When they started playing it was obviously not an actual game considering they didn’t have enough people for that but it was still fun. It was Dean and Felix verse Wash and Watts and it was completely unfair but in Dean and Felix’s advantage so Felix wasn’t going to complain. It wasn’t that Wash and Watts weren’t good because they definitely were. Actually, they were probably better than half of the guys Felix had played with in Vermont.

Wash and Watts just got screwed because it turned Felix and Dean were a fucking amazing team. Felix and Dean seemed to move in tandem like they had been teammates for years. Felix felt like he knew where Dean was going to be and where he needed him to be like it was instinct, and he didn’t even have to look to know where Dean was going to be.

Needless to say, Felix and Dean were kicking Wash and Watts’ asses. Even in the hot-as-fuck Tennessee heat, Felix was having a blast. The heat really was something though, Felix was still more than a little amazed by it. Vermont definitely got hot in the summer, they had heatwaves and shit where it would get in the nineties and just sit there for days but being so close to Lake Champlain and sort of up in the mountains there was usually a breeze that saved it from being truly stifling. Tennessee wasn’t like that at all, it got hot and it seemed to just stay that way and there definitely wasn’t a breeze.

Within a matter of a few minutes, they were all plastered with sweat. Felix considered taking his shirt off because the sweat soaked fabric felt constricting but he had kind of a gnarly scar from when he got his appendix out and while he wasn’t necessary self-conscious about it he wasn’t a fan of showing it off either. So his shirt stayed on and he figured he would just suffer through with the rest of them.

When Dean called pause, Felix figured it was to get a drink or something but that wasn’t the case. Dean had apparently been thinking along the same lines as Felix but unlike Felix Dean had no qualms about showing off his body. Dean pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it in the general direction of his shoes.

Dear lord in fucking heaven, Felix thought before he could remind himself that he shouldn’t react to other dude’s bodies that way. But, of course, Dean had no problem showing off his body, apparently, it was fucking perfect. Even through his clothes Felix could tell Dean was well-muscled, I mean he would have to be with all the sports he plays and working landscaping over the summer, but it was better the Felix had imagined (not that he was ever imagining Dean without his clothes on because that would be weird). He actually had a six pack, it wasn’t super exaggerated or anything but it was there. The sweat and Dean’s naturally tan skin accented the dips and curves. And his fucking tan, damn, Dean was like naturally the color of caramel which was unfair to the rest of the world who had to sit out in the sun and risk skin cancer to look like that. Like his cheeks, Dean had a spray of freckles across his shoulders that Felix probably would have missed if it hadn’t been for the sunlight, although there were a few that were dark enough that they would be hard to miss in any lighting.

“Oh, come on dude,” Wash protested snapping Felix out his thoughts. God, had he been staring at Dean? That would have been seriously weird, but he couldn’t have been. Just in case he took a sudden interest in his shoes, to avoid any weirdness. Wash continued to complain in Dean’s direction, “no one wants to see you with your shirt off.”

Dean jogged back over with a wicked grin shot in Wash’s direction. “I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t mind,” he declared teasingly.

“Oh, screw you dude,” Wash retorted “Ruby has taste.”

If anything, Dean grin widened, and seriously the guy had a great smile. It was so bright it put the Tennessee sun to shame even in July. That may have been a slightly weird thing to notice about a friend, and while Felix knew no one could hear his thoughts he looked away a bit embarrassed.

No one seemed to notice, which was the advantage of being the tag-along person in the group you were practically invisible, Felix guessed. “Then why is she dating you?” Dean directed the question at Wash who’s only response was to flip him off.

There was a few more jokes and jabs thrown back and forth before they started playing again, and to spite the any of Wash and Watts’ comments Dean did not put his shirt back on. The break must have thrown Felix off his game because, while he and Dean were still winning, Felix was having a hard time focusing all of a sudden. He actually managed to trip over the ball twice which had never happened to him before ever, not even in back in Vermont when the cheerleaders would practice on the side of the soccer field. That definitely put him on the receiving end of a few jokes but whatever.

He and Dean managed to stay in the lead even if Felix had suddenly and inexplicably turned into a complete klutz. They called it quits when Wash and Watts had to leave for something involving their girlfriends. They invited Dean along, and Felix as a clear afterthought. Dean immediately shot them down and Felix couldn’t have been happier about that. Wash and Watts were tolerable enough but their girlfriends were just too much to handle for more than five minutes at a time.

They went their separate ways with Wash and Watts on the field since they were apparently parked elsewhere. He and Dean gathered their stuff (and Dean put his shirt back on) before they made their way back toward Dean’s beat up old Honda. They were about halfway there when Felix felt Dean reach out a nudged his shoulder lightly. It was enough to catch Felix’s attention and he turned slightly in Dean’s direction as he walked. “You still wanna hang out?” Dean questioned casually.

“Yeah,” Felix shrugged trying to act as casually as Dean did even if it wasn’t how he actually felt. The truth was hanging out with Dean was always fun and it never seemed to matter what they were doing, Felix definitely didn’t want it to end for the day. “I’m down.”

“Awesome,” Dean declared as they reached the car. Felix moved to the passage side as Dean moved to the driver’s side and unlocked it (Yeah, his car was so old it didn’t have a key fob). They both pulled open their door at about the same time which just amplified the rusty groaning noise Dean’s car doors always seemed to make. “We can go get smoothies at that café on Main,” he stated over the car’s hood before ducking his head as he took a seat behind the steering wheel.

Felix laughed a little, and it came out sounding genuinely amused which was a bit surprising because Felix wasn’t sure that was actually how he felt. “Want to hit on the new waitress at the café?” He questioned as he too climbed into the car and pulled the door closed behind him. He didn’t know why that thought made his stomach sink a little but it did.

“Maybe a little,” Dean admitted with a grin as he pushed the key into the ignition. He started the car, which made a weird rattle for a few seconds before idling normally. He glanced over at him and his grin seemed to widen. “Come on,” Dean pleaded with amusement. Felix hoped he was just teasing him, Dean had a tendency to do that. Whatever reason Felix felt apprehension about the subject it would probably seem weird to Dean. Considering Dean was literally Felix’s only friend, Felix didn’t want any weirdness. “You got something better to do?”

“No,” Felix admitted with a shrug “Not really.”

“That’s what I thought,” Dean nodded with satisfaction before shifting the car into drive.

The ride to the café was short, not that that stopped them from blasting the radio again. The ride was enough fun that by the time they actually reached the café Felix had all but forgotten that weirdness he had felt at the soccer field.

The café was pretty busy which Felix guessed made since. There was almost nothing for high school students to really do in the tiny town and it was kind of a hitch to drive into Nashville. The café was a decent enough place to hang out and about the only option. From the looks of the place about half the high school was taking advantage of it.

At least most of the customers seemed to be nursing coffees or munching on muffins and shit so they were able to place their order and get their smoothies relatively quickly. It still would have gone faster if Dean didn’t flirt shamelessly with the girl behind the counter.

Felix considered himself a good wingman but standing there while Dean hit on the waitress bothered him. He wasn’t an asshole, he wanted to his friend to get some play (and was seriously surprised he wasn’t already considering he looked like a fucking actor or some shit) but he just didn’t get it. He guessed the waitress was kind of cute in a mousey type of way but on her best day she was maybe a seven on the hotness scale where Dean was like a fucking twelve. Felix just didn’t see why Dean would undersell himself that was all.

It was a relief when their orders were finished. They grabbed their smoothies and headed back outside to one of the tables set up (kind of sloppily) outside the café. There were only a few tables set up but in the hot-as-fuck Tennessee heat, they weren’t exactly popular so they easily found a table.

“If you’re that into her you should just ask her out already,” Felix pointed out as he took a seat across the table from the blonde. Dean’s hair actually looked like gold in the bright sun and he was probably the only person that could have his shirt clinging to his chest due to sweat and looked good. “You know, and stop torturing me by making me watch your terrible attempts at flirting.” Felix was completely aware he sounded like a complete jackass but it just sort of came out that way. Since the move, Felix had noticed that had been more often and honestly most of the time Felix couldn’t care less but with Dean he tried not to slip up.

Dean took a long sip from his smoothie before replying with a smile, because that was Dean to a tee, he didn’t take shit personally. “First of all, fuck you a little, I am amazing at flirting,” he stated with the sound of laughter in his tone. “And secondly you can’t simply ask out a college girl you have to lay some groundwork first.”

Dean spoke with a certainty that suggested experience and that had the hollow feeling low in Felix’s gut return. “Like you’ve ever dated a college girl before,” Felix stated with a dismissive tone that hit any other emotions he may have had well.

Dean seemed to give that some thought before replying. “My first real girlfriend is in college now,” he pointed out.

Felix couldn’t help but notice how Dean chose his words carefully, it was curious. That, of course, was the only thing that had Felix curious, it had nothing to do with the fact that Dean rarely talked about himself and certainly not his past relationships. Why would Felix even care about that sort of stuff in the first place? “Was she in college when you dated?” He questioned doubtfully although if anyone could pull off dating a college girl while in high school it was Dean. Not only did he have looks but he was also smart and he had this vibe about him (not that Felix actually believed in that sort of thing). Felix never understood why some people were described as an old-soul until he met Dean and then he finally understood.

“Nay,” Dean admitted with a shrug. “She was a junior in high school at the time.”

Dean did this thing where he sort of played with the straw of his drink while looking down like he was being bashful. He really needed to start employing that sort of thing when he was flirting because that would definitely work. As soon as that thought crossed his mind Felix realized that it was weird and pushed it back. He really didn’t know what was wrong with him that day.

Was it weird that Felix felt a sense of relief at that? Probably, Felix wasn’t going to focus on it too much. “That’s what I thought,” Felix declared with a decisive nod. He really was starting to get good at feeling one thing but presenting another.

“Yeah,” Dean admitted although it was clear from his voice that he wasn’t giving up his argument just yet, “but I was a Freshman.” Dean continued insistently, “As a Freshman, the principles to dating a upperclassman is very similar to the principles of dating a college girl when you are just a lowly senior in high school.”

Felix wanted to comment on that, he opened his mouth and everything but he realized that everything he wanted to say would come out weird and strangely possessive (he didn’t get where those feelings were coming from). Instead of talking Felix diverted his eyes and sipped his own smoothie. Unlike Dean, Felix had gotten a normal person smoothie, strawberry and banana.

Felix sipped but didn’t really taste it. As strange as it was, and it was probably completely in his head, but Felix felt Dean watching him with more interest than Felix was worth. “Dude, what did you get again?”

Felix swallowed harder than was probably necessary to answer, “Strawberry and banana.”

Dean rolled his eyes (that might have been the first time Felix had seen him do that). “Dude, that is so boring,” he declared decisively. Dean picked up his own cup and held it out as a clear invitation. “Here, try mine it’s so much better.”

“No way,” Felix protested (weakly), shaking his head to emphasize the point. He couldn’t exactly remember what Dean had gotten except for the one thing. “Pomegranate is weird.”

“You’re weird,” Dean retorted with clear amusement as he held out his own cup more insistent. He was wearing a grin that was so tempting Felix didn’t really want to resist the offer. Dean was the only person that Felix that could ever tempt him like that, Felix really struggled to tell him no. “Try it, you will like it.”

The assurance was so tempting Felix felt his fingers lift from the table in an effort to reach for the cup before it dawned on him that was strange to share a drink with one of his guy friends. “No fucking way,” he declared insistently. It was more for himself then Dean, but somewhere deep in his mind alarm bells were going off. Something deep inside himself told Felix that whatever this was it was a line Felix couldn’t let himself cross. He sat back a little in his chair like his was actually trying to put a little more distance between himself and Dean which was just so ridiculous but still the case. “Who gets a pomegranate smoothie anyway?”

“It’s pomegranate blueberry smoothie,” Dean corrected matter-of-factly as he continued to hold out his cut as an offer (or a threat depending on how it was interrupted it).

That hollow feeling in the pit of stomach seemed to get worse, suddenly the idea of eating at all seemed massively unappealing. “Still weird,” Felix dismissively as he pushed his own cup away from himself a little. Maybe he was coming down with something and that was why he felt weird.

“Yeah, I said that too at first,” Dean chuckled not noticing any for Felix’s internal feelings so apparently, he wasn’t televising his weirdness. Dean looked at the cup in his hand like he was thinking about something and wasn’t completely happy about it. “Will got in this whole pomegranate kick a couple years ago” Dean explained. And that explained why he didn’t look particularly happy, whenever he mentioned Will Dean got this weird, disappointed look. Felix was definitely going to punch that Will guy in the face first chance he got. “And he converted me.”

“And now you’re trying to convert me?” Felix said it more as an accusation than a question although it was presented as a joke. “Is that part of the deal, you have to convert three friends or some shit?”

“Damn, you’re on to me,” Dean smiled any signs of disappointment long gone. He pushed his cup across the table. “You’ll thank me.”

Felix absolutely should have told Dean no and continued to sip his own smoothie. Everything would have been fine but he didn’t do that because he couldn’t tell Dean no. And really it wasn’t Dean was giving him much choice. “Fuck, fine.” He grumbled picking the cup. It was halfway to his lips when he paused. He tilted the cup in Dean’s direction using the straw to point at the blonde. “But only because it will shut you the fuck up.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Dean shrugged completely unbothered.

Felix pressed the straw between his lips and sipped which was probably the worst singular decision of his life. Felix never actually processed what the drink tasted like, it took less than a second to realize his mistake and for everything to become painfully clear.

It was such a stupid little mistake, Felix pressed the straw to his lips without whipping it off first. Felix had always been a little weird about germs so that should have grossed him out but instead the very first thought that crossed was So that’s what Dean’s lips would taste like.

That was all it took, one thought, and Felix’s whole world turned on its head. The thought was weird enough but as soon as it crossed his mind he realized how much he wanted to know what Dean tasted like, and what his lips would feel like.

That wasn’t a normal thing to think about in relation to another guy you hang out with, Felix was completely aware. Even worse he couldn’t figure out when he started thinking that way but it felt like something that had always been there in the back of his mind. But that couldn’t be, sure he had recognized Dean was good-looking but that was a completely normal thing for guys to notice about other guys, wasn’t it?

Fuck, fuck, FUCK, Fuck!

God, he had a crush on his best friend, his only friend. A guy!

Fuck!

He set the cup down and pushed it back toward Dean. The sheer sense of panic that filled him officially killed his appetite. His internal turmoil must not have shown on his face, either that or Dean just didn’t notice. Dean grabbed the cup from the table and smiled at him victoriously “Good, right?” he questioned.

Felix stared at him for an embarrassingly long time as he tried to figure out what Dean was actually talking about. His brain was too busy cycling through all the signs he had missed like how weird he felt when he watched Dean flirt, that weirdness he felt was jealous, or how he had been suddenly distracted earlier after Dean took off his shirt. God, he couldn’t keep his eyes off Dean, how did he not see it?

Dean’s smile faltered slightly as Felix continued to remain silent. “Right?” Dean repeated the question with a bit of concern creeping into his voice.

“Ya, yeah,” Felix replied ducking his head and taking a sudden interest in his hands. He couldn’t meet Dean’s blue eyes, it was too much (God, Dean had amazing eyes, Felix wanted to get lost in those eyes….FUCK). “It’s good.”

The rest of the day was a weird blur. Everything that Dean said or did caused Felix to have another wave of realizations like how Dean smelled amazing, or that his smile was a little lopsided which was cute as fuck. By the time Dean dropped him off at his house Felix realized that he was well and truly fucked because he had the biggest crush on literally his only friend.

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