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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer.

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair.

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week. I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

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I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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michelemoutons · 3 years

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and at last, the post that maybe three people maximum have been waiting for...

em's comfort retro rally videos: a masterlist!

in a much-needed return to this blog's roots, and as an antidote to all motorsport- and life-related chaos, i now present to you: the first edition of em's favorite retro rally videos!

general disclaimer/info: these videos mainly come from the group B era of the world rally championship (wrc), which generally speaking was in the '80s. i am only human, so expect a lot of bias toward my personal favorites...which will become very apparent as you read this list hehe. also i'm not even gonna pretend to be an expert on this or anything. a lot of these are literally just based on Vibes

table of contents

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

mainly coverage for television, recorded on VHS and uploaded to YouTube by some truly incredible people

ii. honorable mentions

not rally coverage, but retro rally videos nevertheless

often documentaries, mini-doc features, interviews

for all videos, i have indicated the language (most are in english fyi); if any links fail or videos disappear, send me an ask or DM and i'll remove the culprit/find an alternative link.

and now, onward!

(TW for occasional flash photography in many of the night sequences of the videos, as well as a gif included in this post)

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

in which my bias toward audi sport, mouton/pons, mikkola, toivonen, and vatanen are put on blast for all to see 🥴 i am not an expert in anything i am just very good at research and a whore for aud—[SNIPED]. for the sake of brevity, i narrowed my favorites down to 5. maybe another time i will share all the rest!

also, a general note about the commentary: sometimes, the commentary around michèle and fabrizia can get... weird. keep in mind, they were the most prominent female team partnership around that time, and the first to nearly clinch a wrc wdc, and to modern ears, the commentators really didn't know how to act around them. personally, it wasn't horrible for me, i just ignored the weirder bits, but i understand if others might find it off-putting. also for the sake of your sanity don't read the comments.

5. Rally of the 1000 Lakes, 1984 | finland

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/alén/toivonen (full final results)

comments: this was definitely a rally for most of audi sport's drivers to forget: bar stig blomqvist, who came quite close to the podium finishers with a 4:14:01 to henri toivonen's 4:12:57! both hannu mikkola and michèle mouton had to retire from the race, which may lead you to wonder: why does this rank among my favorites? well, it's always fun to watch group b rally cars sailing through the air against picturesque scenery, and this video also contains an intriguing (at least for me!) look at the scrutineering process, with drivers at their most casual.

owie :( they were fine though!

4. Lombard RAC Rally, 1981 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/vatanen/blomqvist (full final results)

comments: hannu winning by 11 whole minutes even after rolling his car in the middle of the forest is actual legend behavior! anyway this was michèle's first wrc outing in britain, and even though she and fabrizia had to retire, they still did quite well, consistently running high in the leaderboards after the first few stages. and that's considering the fact that michèle had a bad cold for much of the rally and had to ask fabrizia to drive the car to service park for her at one point bc she was so tired. which fabrizia did... with a pencil in her mouth. lot of big names in one video—also, jean todt makes an appearance as a co-driver!

shamelessly poached off of one of my text post edits

3. Marlboro Safari Rally, 1983 | kenya

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/mikkola/mouton (full final results)

comments: ok can i just say how stunning the video presentation is?? the opening sequence is just!!! the shots of the wildlife! the sprinting giraffes! wow! anyway the visual of drivers in deck chairs just tickles me for no reason, and michèle please tell me what you ask for at the hairdresser's and also where you got that orange blouse (this is obviously not just specific to this rally, she always eats and leaves no crumbs). this was michèle's first entry and only finish in kenya (and of course it was a podium mwah). it was also her last wrc entry in the A1 quattro, as she switched to the A2 for the rest of her program in the '83 season. also this is one of my favorite podium pictures ever.

lksdjffnnkd there's almost too much to unpack... fabrizia somehow surviving in high waist jeans in a hot car... michèle's do-it-yourself shorts... this podium picture was the subject of a very frantic video chat conversation between myself and a friend at 2am a few months ago

2. Rallye de Portugal, 1982 | portugal

links: short recap (eng) | overall coverage 1, stuck in the middle of two other rallies. timestamps in descrip. (eng) | overall coverage 2, very vibey with cool music (ita... also peep walter röhrl speaking italian)

podium: mouton/eklund/wittmann (full final results)

comments: GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AAAA! michèle's first podium of '82 being a win? this rally being the one where there's footage of her going shopping with fabrizia afterward? (more on that later) them winning by 13 whole minutes? and that's not even considering THEE most poetic victory ceremony of all time! in fact let me talk about that bc the racing and the win aside, that's why it's so high up on my list! literally poetic cinema! it's night, they're standing on top of the car and floodlit and surrounded by cheering crowds but they may as well be the only ones there in their own little world, laughing at each other and barely even having to look to each other when they're raising their hands—like god! shut up! we get it you're besties 😭

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and now... last but certainly never least...

1. Lombard RAC Rally, 1982 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/mouton/toivonen (full final results)

comments: firstly, if you were to ask me about my dream podium, this would be it. hands down, across all series of motorsport, my comfort podium would be hannu, michèle, and henri in any order. (there's such a cute picture of them from this rally on pinterest, standing in order on a staircase. henri is not looking at the camera because he is laughing at something michèle is saying and it's such a Vibe but i cannot find it wah). the battle for second between michèle and henri ran down to literally the last stage, and their times are separated by seconds, which is just wild to me. the context of this rally deserves another post, which i honestly don’t have the energy to make rn, but just take my word for it that it threatens to destroy me if i think about it too hard! anyway this is just such an awesome rally and i’ve watched this video so many times haha

i love this rally so much that i actually had a character in a story i was writing attend the ceremony captured in this picture as a small child and made it a formative moment in her life. no, there is nothing wrong with me.

ii. honorable mentions

(is it obvious who my faves are? yikes)

'Group B - Avec Michele Mouton' (eng) - taken from a longer feature presentation about group b, a segment specifically about michèle. a friend once described its vibes as ‘a synth wave edit of an 80s anime set in a cyberpunk world about racing’

'1983 Audi Sport National Rally with Michele Mouton' (eng) - in which michèle takes journalist sue baker as a co-driver for a spin in an A1 and a rally win. fun behind-the-scenes video

'Intervista a Fabrizia Pons, la Regina delle Note' 1, 2, 3 (ita) - very thorough interview which is mostly fabrizia telling all sorts of stories, including the very entertaining story of how she found out she was going to be michèle’s co-driver. also what a badass title

'2008 Otago International Classic Rally' (eng) - THE BESTIES REUNITE THE BESTIES REUNITE!!! michèle and fabrizia reunite for a rally that fabrizia convinced michèle to join, they suffer some problems but there are plenty of wholesome bestie moments to be had

'Michele Mouton hurls Group B Audi Quattro up Goodwood hill' (eng) - i mean, self explanatory. the sound of the chirping tires? asmr could never. very short watch if you want a quick pick-me-up

'1990 Louise Aitken-Walker feature' (eng) - a video featuring a female rally driver from scotland and her point-scoring run at the rallye monte -carlo. i am convinced that louise was john finnemore’s inspiration or at least an influence for the character of linda fairbairn. no my hat is not made of tin foil what are you talking about

hannu rocketing around michigan back in 2017 (eng)

hannu flying around goodwood in 2015 (eng)

sometimes i listen to fabrizia's recent onboards (yes, she's still at it!) and this one is one of my favorites, from 2016 (ita)

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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Kiibo, Makoto, Hajime, and Shuichi who think they can hide their crush but their ahoge betrays them.

AAAAAAAAAA this is so cute!!! Hope you enjoy!! I’m sorry it took so long. - mod maki

KIIBO: Well... this was different.

Perhaps the professor made a mistake in his code, a glitch or a small error.

Either way, he had NO idea why he felt the way he did when you were around.

At first, he was lost. He felt like he couldn’t move in his own body when he was with you, but as time went on, he gained control back and felt like he could mask these feelings around you.

Or so he thought.

Because there was one thing that everyone could see that he couldn’t. The small piece of metal atop his head. The cursed piece that would curl up into a heart when he saw you.

And you thought it was the cutest thing.

You knew you liked Kiibo for about a week now, but you knew he liked you for a much longer amount of time. You simply thought it was just a little crush he would move on from, and you two would just stay friends. But as you thought about that, you thought of Kiibo’s adorable, curious personality. His captivating robot eyes. His calming laugh.

You liked him too.

Well, you got lucky, cause you knew he liked you back. So, you went into a confession right away.

He was sitting in the library, focused on a book, when you walked up to him. He looked up and saw you, his eyes instantly lit up, and his ahoge curled.

“Hey S/O! How’s your day been today?” he chirped.

“Pretty good! I have something important to ask you though.”

He marked his page and shut the book, “Oh, what is it? Is everything okay?” he questioned, a nervous expression on his face.

“Well, I couldn’t help overhear Rantaro talking to Kokichi earlier, and he said that a little fair is opening up tonight. I wanna go, but I don’t wanna thrid wheel on their date, do you wanna go on our own date?”

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You didn’t know that his pale face could turn that red, but he responded after a bit.

“A-ah sure! That sounds like fun! A date! Wow!” He stuttered out.

“See you at around fiveish?”

“Sure! See you then S/O!”

He brought you a flower when you met up, and if you thought he was red before, that’s in second place now.

You two casually walked around the fair, playing a few games, winning some prizes, riding some rides. You won him one of those big bears, he was so happy.

Then you spotted the Ferris Wheel, and literally nearly took his arm off grabbing it and running over.

You two got on and starting going ‘round. The wheel slowly started to stop and, oh my god, it stopped with you at the top!

You admired the beautiful view of the city around you, not knowing Kiibo was admiring you.

“S/O!” he called

You look at him and saw his face beet red a third time.

“I love you.” he said, immediately hiding behind his bear.

With a smile, you took his hand and said, “I know.”

He was shocked. Not knowing what to do he simply started apologizing.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, please I don’t want this to ruin our friendship! You’re an amazing person, I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable! I don’t know what I was thinking!” He yelped.

You needed to calm him down ASAP. “Kiibo. Kiibo! KIIBO.” you shouted. That last one got him quiet.

“You didn’t let me finish Kiibs! I love you too!”

Once again, he was shocked.

“Yo-you do??!” he exclaimed. “How’d you know I liked you?”

“Your little ahoge! It curls into a little heart when I’m around.”

His hands went to his hair and felt the small heart shape.

“O-oh... I din’t even notice. I thought I was doing a good job hiding it too...”

You laughed. “Well, you don’t have to hide it anymore Kiibs.”

Blushing from the nickname, he finally did what he wanted to do for the past 2 months.

He kissed you.

MAKOTO:

Honestly, out of the three of them, he’d probably be the worst at hiding it.

Because he’s always with you! He loves spending time with you. Hi hair just... betrays him. Nobody knows why it happens, but they all know it only happens around you.

You actually didn’t figure it out yourself, Celeste caved in and told you.

“s/o... there is something I just HAVE to tell you.” She said after lunch one day.

“Oh? What’s up Celeste?”

“I apologize if I ruin the surprise for you, I already have to deal with Mondo and Kiyotaka, but Makoto has taken a certain liking to you.” she said.

You weren’t expecting that. “Huh?? How do you know?”

“Whenever you’re around, that little piece of hair curls up into a little heart. It’s quite adorable actually.”

The more you thought back on it, the more it made sense. Makoto was always smiling so sweetly and blushing profusely whenever you hung out. But you never really thought that he’d like you back. Time to have a talk with him. You texted him to meet him later.

You waited at the designated spot anxiously. What if Celeste was wrong? What if Makoto was just a little shy or something? You quickly knocked that thought out of your head. Celeste’s whole career was based off of reading people’s facial expressions, she can’t be wrong. But isn’t she also called the Queen of Liars? Oh dear...

Makoto arrived shortly afterwards.

“Hey s/o! Sorry I’m late! What’s up?” He said, pointing two finger guns at you.

You couldn’t help but notice the curly heart on top of his head.

“Hey, Celeste told me something, and I wanted to know if it was true or not.”

His face contorted into one of worry. “What’s up?”

“Do you like me?”

It’s almost like you pressed the stutter button.

“Wh-wh-what? No! Th-that’s just crazy I mean wh- h- uhh no way! You’re just my friend!” He sputtered out.

“I like you, Makoto.”

Aaaaaand the off button.

“Really?” He whispered.

“Really. Now do you like me back?” You said with a foreign amount of confidence.

“...Maybe.” He said, twiddling with his thumbs.

You smiled at him. “Then how about we make this hangout our first date?”

Smiling just a bright, he said “That would be awesome, s/o.”

HAJIME:

Gundham and Sonia were going on vacation, and they needed you and your roommate Hajime to watch after the Devas.

“We shall leave for only two nights, but the Dark Devas of Destruction need the highest amount of care to maintain their Earthly form...” Gundham spoke.

“So... in other words, feed them every once and a while?” Hajime asked.

He then got quite the reprimanding from Gundham, at least until Sonia dragged him away, leaving the two of you as the caretakers of the mighty Devas.

“So the sheet they made said that we should feed them once a day, in the evenings, and keep a livestream of classical music playing for them at all times.” You read out.

“What?”

“Hamsters just like classical music I guess, don’t be a hater bro.” You joke, punching his shoulder playfully.

“Hey!” he says, turning away, but you already saw his blush. The little piece of hair on his head curled into a small heart.

“Aww Hajime!! Your ahoge is in the shape of a heart right now! Don’t move, let me get a picture of it!” You shout

“Hey, no!” He protested, straightening it out.

“Come ooooon! You looked so cute!”

“Sh-shut up! I’m going to get the food.” He said with a huff, then left.You decided to set up the livestream. Who knew hamsters liked Mozart?

It was later in the day, and you were still thinking about how cute Hajime looked with his hair curled in a heart. That probably wouldn’t happen again though, you wished you got a picture. You knew Hajime could be a little defensive at times, but you hoped you didn’t hurt his feelings. You always kinda had a crush on him, but you knew you never stood a chance compared to his other friends Nagito and Chiaki. It was only a matter of time before he started dating one of them. Great, now you were sad. Time to go to the kitchen for a quick snack. That’s when you heard talking. It was coming from the living room where the hamsters were. You slowly made your way over there to see Hajime standing by the cage.

“I know you can’t understand me or anything, but it just feels nice to tell someone. I feel like I do a good job hiding it but...” he said. Was he talking to the hamsters? What is he hiding so well?

“Hajime?”

God, you nearly killed the poor guy.

“SHIT- s/o don’t scare me like that.” He shouted.

“Were you talking to the hamsters?”

“No!” he said a little too stubbornly. You noticed his hair curled back into a heart.

“Hajime, what are you hiding? I’m kinda worried about you...”

“I’m not hiding anything! You can go back upstairs. I was just telling the hamsters a little story.” He said. The atmosphere was so tense. You needed to lighten the mood up a little.

“...The little heart’s back!” You said softly.

“Enough about the heart!” he yelled, straightening it out again. Yikes, that didn’t help at all.

“I...I’m sorry s/o I just...” he waved his hand up, “I don’t know. Goodnight.”

And with that he was gone. You wish you hadn’t come down for a snack.

Then you heard a squeak. Then another, and another. The Devas were standing and waving their small paws. You bent down to see them better.

“What’s all this about, you goobers?” You asked in a sing-song voice.

The Devas then made themselves into an arrow shape pointing towards the hallway.

“Huh?” you asked. More squeaking ensued. “Hallway?” No not that. Maga-Z took a stick chew toy and laid it horizontally, then two hamsters got on each side to make a H shape.

“Hajime?” Cheerful squeaks now. The hamsters then moved into a fluffy heart shape.

“Love?” More happy squeaks. Never would you have thought that you’d be trying to communicate with hamsters one day. They then all got up and furiously waved their paws at you.

“Me?” A choir of squeaks. Your mind spun as you put the pieces together.

Hajime loved you.

Is that what he was talking to the Devas about? And the thing he was so good at hiding? Was that why his hair curled up? You thanked the Devas with some treats and headed to Hajime’s room to talk.

You knocked softly on the door and waited for the “Come in.” and opened the door to find Hajime sitting on his bed.

“Hey...” you said after a beat of silence.

“Hey.” he responded. “Look, I’m really really sorry for shouting down there. It was out of line and you were just being playful. I just-” His hair curled up into that perfect heart. “I just really like you, and I don’t know how to act around people I have a crush on.”

So the hamsters were being truthful after all. “I know Hajime.”

“Huh? How? Did you over hear me talking to the hamsters? Oh god that sounded so stupid.” He said, putting his head in his hands.

You laughed at his pain. “The hamsters actually told me, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Really?!” He exclaimed. “That does actually make me feel better.” He got serious again, “So... do you like me back?” he asked nervously.

“I always thought I was out of you league, Hajime. I’ve liked you for a while now.”

He looked at you with big eyes, “Are you serious?”

You giggled, “Yes! And I was very happy when some hamsters told me you did too.”

Both of you sat happily there for a while, until you piped up with a question.

“Can I take that picture of your hair now?”

“Only if I’m kissing you in it.”

SHUICHI:

You were minding your own business when you felt a tiny tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you came face to face with your best friend, Kokichi Ouma.

“Good morning s/o chan!!” he chirped

“Morning Kokichi.”

He frowned. “Hey, at least show some sort of excitement at the sight of me!”

“Why? I hate you.” You responded, smirking.

“Wh-wh... WAAAA!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HATE ME!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEEEEEEEND!” he cried, crocodile tears running down his face.

You chuckled to yourself. You knew it was a joke and that his feelings weren’t actually hurt, but this is what comedy was to you two.

“If I buy you a little treat, would our friendship be salvaged?” You ask.

The crying ceased, “Well... maybe...” He said with a sly smile. “When we got out for lunch today, I have something I need to tell you.” He then skipped, yes, literally skipped away.

“Hey! Just tell me now!!” You shout to no avail, for he shows no signs of stopping, the bastard man.

At twelve, you met him at a local pizza place to chat. You were eager to hear what he had to tell you.

“Soooo... Kokichi...”

“s/o chaaaaaan...” he said

“Tell me!! I’ve been dying to know since this morning!!”

“Ah, the daily drama. I thought you were better than to dive into gossip...”

“I can leave right now and you pay.” You said, crossing your arms in a “I got you.” kinda way.

“Sheesh! Fine I’ll tell you................but are you sure you can believe a liar like me?”

“Kokichi if you don’t tell me I’ll... send Rantaro that video of you falling down the stairs!”

He gasped. “You would NEVER.”

“Oh but I would! At least, if you don’t tell me.”

“Fine! Shuichi has a crush on you.”

Well that was not what you were expecting. At all. You got serious.

“Kokichi if this is a joke, it’s not a funny one.” you said.

“I’m being serious! Do you think I would lie about something like this?” He said just as seriously.

He was right. Kokichi was the only person you trusted with the secret that you liked Shuichi. Although Kokichi loved pranking you, you knew he wouldn’t break your heart as a joke.

“How’d you know?” You ask.

“Oh it’s SO cute, listen to this.” He said “His ahoge curls up into a heart whenever you’re around! I noticed it watching you guys.”

“Wait... you watch us?” you exclaim.

“Well I gotta make sure my bestie has the best!” He says.

“Whatever. So if I tell him I like him...”

“He’ll say he likes you back!”

Looks like you gotta talk to him about this

After lunch, you got a text from Shuichi

dumb bitch named shu: Hey s/o!! Are you free at 3:30 today?

You: yeah, sumthin up??

dumb bitch named shu: I wanted to go to that new froyo place with you!! I heard they have blackberry froyo!! You know that’s my favorite!!!

You smiled to yourself, he’s so adorable. And then would be the perfect time to confess.

You: sounds dope!!!! see ya then dude.

You quickly texted Kokichi

you: BITCH GUESS WHAT

stupid grape lookin ass mfer: WHAT

You: SHUICHI JUST ASKED ME OUT

stupid grape lookin ass mfer: BRO

You: IKR

stupid grape lookin ass mfer: this is the perfect time!!! i’ll be there with rantaro! what time?

You: wait what?? why rantaro?

stupid grape lookin ass mfer: well he’s like shuichi’s best friend and i’m sure he’d be curious to shuichi’s well being! just like me for you!

You: I thought kaito was shuichi’s best friend... is this just an excuse to ask rantaro out?

stupid grape lookin ass mfer:....

You: 3:30, don’t be weird.

stupid grape lookin ass mfer: good luck s/o chan!!!!!!

It was 3:28. You were nervously standing outside of the froyo place when Shuichi gently tapped your shoulder.

“Hey s/o! Sorry if I kept you waiting for too long...” he said. You noticed that his ahoge was curled curled up.

“You didn’t, don’t worry! Let’s go in before the blackberry is all gone!”

As you sat with your cookies n’ creme and Shuichi with his blackberry, you looked around and spotted Kokichi and Rantaro. You would’ve waved, but Kokichi was too busy oogling over Rantaro. So much for looking out.

“Uhh... s/o?” Shuichi timidly asked. “There’s something I wanted to tell you...”

Here it is...

“I really like you...”

So Kokichi was telling the truth. You sat there in silence for a few beats, still somewhat in shock. Shuichi tensed up.

“I-I-I um, knew that I liked you for a while, I just...” he trailed off. Then he started talking. Talking and talking but you didn’t hear a word. You were transfixed on his ahoge. The small heart, how had you not noticed it before? Were you too busy staring at Shuichi’s face? His deep eyes with impeccable eyeliner? His pale skin? His soft lips? He truly was beautiful.

“S/o?” He said, snapping you out of your mind. “Will you go out with me?”

You smiled back at him, “I thought you’d never ask, Shu!”

“What? ReallY? He said, a huge smile appearing on his face.

“Yeah! I knew you liked me, dummy! I was waiting for you to ask me!” You lied, deciding not to tell him Kokichi told on him.

“I- that’s-okay! When can we go on our next date?” He said.

“How about this Saturday at noon? We can go for coffee and pastries!”

“That sounds awesome s/o.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa thh #sdr2 #ndrv3 #kiibo #keebo #makoto naegi #hajime hinata #shuichi saihara #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #mod maki

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lvanter · 4 years

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note: did i write a 2.3k word fic and title it after a pun i made at the end?? yes,, ive also said looking too much please leave me alone this is so cheesy dfgshfks

warning: a pun. i never claimed i was a good writer

wc: 2.3k

terrible joke. three stars. hjs

“jisung,” you approached your best friend carefully, a hopeful and pleading look on your face.

jisung shut his locker and glared at you.

you wanted something.

“what do you want?” his words and deadpan expression hopefully covered up how excited he was to see you.

“do you want to come stargazing with me?”

that didn’t sound so bad? why did you look like you were asking him to go skydiving?

“sure? why do you look so nervous? it’s just on the roof, right?”

the two of you had gone stargazing on top of the roof of yours or jisungs apartment buildings many times; so why did you look so nervous?

“about that,” you leaned against the locker.

“what?” jisung squinted his eyes at you, trying to ignore how angelic you looked in the ugly clothes you called your school uniform.

“it’s in the woods…” you told him hesitantly.

“what?!” the boy in front of you said loudly, gaining some annoyed looks from your fellow students.

“yeah…”

“you wanna go stargazing in the woods? like at night time? in the woods?!”

“sung, please, it’s for art class and i don’t wanna do it alone,” you begged, pouting slightly.

“why are you going stargazing for art class?”

“we’re have a space theme and i wanna do something with stars and star signs,” you explained, the pout still on your face.

“so….you want me..to go with you…into the forest…in the middle of the night?”

“…..yes, basically,”

you and jisung stared at each other for a couple of seconds, you with a pleading look on your face, and jisung with a look that said ‘i would rather die’

“jisung, please,” you took his arm and shook it, doing it in an overly cute way, “i really don’t want to do it alone,”

jisung groaned, after looking into your eyes, “fine, i’ll go with you,” he gave in.

your face lit up, “thank you, thank you, thank you! i’ll text you the details later—or soon probably, okay?” you said, walking backwards, towards your next class.

jisung nodded with a smile, his eyes staying on you even after you turned around and ran down the crowded hall.

he let out a small sigh, banging his head into his locker.

jisung didn’t notice felix walk up to him and stare in curiosity.

felix blinked at the barely older boy, who’s as busy giving himself brain damage.

“are you okay, jisung?” felix asked in a light tone.

“i’m going into a dark forest with (name); i am going to die,”

“yikes,”

“i know! how am i gonna survive?!” jisung kept banging his head against the locker.

“well firstly, stop giving yourself brain damage,” felix put a hand on jisungs shoulder, stopping him, “and secondly what is it that makes you think you’re going to die? is it going in a dark forest or being alone with (name) in a dark forest?”

the teasing smile on felix’s face made jisung want to punch him.

“shut up,” he murmured, turning around and walking to his next class, ignoring his burning cheeks.

felix followed his friend, laughing happily at his friend.

as the two boys were walking to class when jisungs phone buzzed.

from (name)!!: saturday at six?? we can get something to eat on the way!! ^_^

to (name)!!: do i have to go :((

from (name)!!: yes >:( you already said yes you can’t take it back >:((

to (name)!!: :((

to (name)!!: saturday at 6 is fine

from (name)!!: great!! i’ll come by and pick you up

from (name)!!: pack some blankets!!!!!!!

to (name)!!: okay!!!!!

from (name)!!: !!!!!!!!!!

jisung smiled subconsciously at his phone, earning a eyebrow wiggle from felix.

jisung choose to ignore the eyebrow wiggle from his friend and his red cheeks, and instead picked up his walking speed.

“han jisung!” you shouted from outside, ring the doorbell again and again, annoying jisung to no end.

jisung nearly ripped the door off its hinges, “what?!”

“are you ready to go?” you smiled, blissfully ignoring his glare.

“yes, just let me get my bag,”

“did you remember the blankets?”

“what do you think i packed,”

“just making sure,”

jisung quickly grabbed his bag and shut the door behind him.

when you got to your car, both of you got in and put on your seatbelts.

“oh! did you remember gloves?” you asked him.

“i won’t need gloves,”

“sung, it’s gonna be really cold,”

“i won’t need gloves,” he repeated.

“…okay, whatever you say,”

you drove for half an hour before stopping at a random diner.

jisung ordered for the both of you as you found a booth to sit in.

he sat down in front of you with a small groan, “can we go home now?”

“no, jisung,” you rolled your eyes with a giggle, “you promised you were gonna come with me,”

“i didn’t promise shit,”

you chuckled, “okay, no, you didn’t promise, but you said you were gonna come, so you can’t back out,” you pointed your finger at him,

“fine,”

a waiter came with your food and drinks, and the two of you began to eat.

jisung finished his food before you, and opted to watch you stuff your face with food.

he smiled amused at the sight of your full cheeks.

“what?” you asked, mouth still full.

jisung shook his head, still smiling, “nothing, you just,” he leaned over the table to poke your cheek, “look so cute,”

you glared at him, but it didn’t do much, if anything it just made his smile wider.

he leaned back in his seat, still smiling.

his eyes fell on your backpack.

he pulled it over the table and opened it, pulling out a book about stars and constellations.

he flipped it open onto a random page, “who the fuck is orion?”

you snorted, stealing a sip of jisungs strawberry milkshake.

jisung kept looking in the book, putting it back when you were done with your food.

after saying goodbye to the waiter, you were back on the road.

“i thought we were going to the forest” jisung commented.

“i lied. we’re going to the field,” you parked the car and got out, waiting for jisung to do the same thing.

jisung threw you your bag and followed you into the open field.

the moon was bright and full, the stars were shining brightly, the air was cold, and everything was perfect.

you looked up at the stars in amazement, hands curled into fists inside your jacket pocket, trying to keep them warm.

the cold air biting your cheeks, you ignored it blissfully, choosing to focus on the beautiful night sky.

jisung, on the other hand, was too busy trying not to freeze to death, to notice the sky. he was slightly (read: very) scared something was gonna come out from the woods and kill you both.

“isn’t it beautiful?” you asked mindlessly, not looking at your distressed best friends.

“sure,” jisung replied, not actually looking up.

you finally pulled your attention away from the clear sky and to your best friend, noticing how he was looking around him and not up, “you’re not looking,” you whined, walking closer to him.

jisung looked at you, “it’s scary out here,”

“no, it’s not, you’re just a coward,”

“maybe so,” he admitted, curling his hands into fists, “but it is scary,”

you shook your head, “that’s because you’re not looking up,” you put two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up towards the sky.

“wow,” he breathed out, amazed by the amount of stars, “it’s beautiful,” he stood star stuck, eyes fixated on the many stars.

you grinned, returning your hand into your pocket, “would it be too cheesy to say ‘like you’?”

jisung looked at you again, scrunching up his nose, “yes. especially since we’re not dating,”

“just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean i can’t appreciate your beauty,”

“(name),” he groaned, “you’re too much sometimes,” his cheeks were red and hot, but he didn’t bother hide them, since you couldn’t see their color anyways.

“too much or not enough?” you teased, taking small steps closer to him.

jisung rolled his eyes, heart beating out of his chest.

“are you cold?” you asked.

jisung rarely hated himself but he did in this moment, hating himself for not bringing gloves.

his hands were freezing and he felt like his cheeks could fall of at any moment.

but he wouldn’t admit that to you; you told him to bring gloves, saying it would be cold, but he didn’t listen.

“what? no. i’m fine,”

“sung, you’re shaking,”

“shaking with excitement maybe,” he tried to joke, hitting your arm with his.

“what would you excited about?” you took a step closer to him, teasing him.

jisung sucked in a sharp breath when you stepped closer to him, “…i’m just so excited to be here with you!” he laughed nervously.

“and you say i’m cheesy,” you rolled your eyes and shook your head, a subtle grin on your face.

you knew he was lying but didn’t press on it.

the two of you fell silent, observing the many stars above you.

well, you were observing the stars, jisung, on the other hand, was too busy looking at you, and the stars in your eyes.

he was completely mesmerized by you, and found it hard to look away.

he let out a shaky breath, trying not to think about how close you were.

if he just moved his hand a bit, it could be in yours.

now that he thought about it, his hand would fit perfectly in yours.

it did fit perfectly

you had held hands before, mostly for a short period of time and usually when you had to walk through big crowds, but it never failed to make jisung’s heart race.

“i’m in love with you,” jisung blurted out, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth afterwards.

“what?”

“nothing,” his voice cracked, “nothing at all,”

“no, you said you were in love with me,” you looked at him carefully, watching him stammering something that sounded like an apology.

“jisung?” you began carefully, taking one of his hands.

“yes?” his voice was squeaky and if it had been a different situation, you would’ve made fun of him.

“are you in love with me?”

“maybe…”

you smiled softly, “jisung,”

“yes?”

“i’m in love with you too,”

jisungs eyes widened, “really? like seriously? me? you’re in love with me? han jisu-”

you cut off jisung and his never ending talking with a kiss on the cheek, “yes. i am in love with you, han jisung, no one else,”

jisung began to smile widely, he even let out a few giggles.

he hid his red face in his hands, still giggling, making you giggle as well.

“hey, jisung?” you said, still giggling.

“yeah?” his voice broke, making you giggle again.

“do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

jisung looked up from his hands, “you want me to be your boyfriend?”

the smile on his face prevented you from giving him a sarcastic response.

“hmm,” you confirmed.

jisung smiled and laughed in disbelief.

he’s liked you for so long, and dreamt about getting to be your boyfriend, so this felt like a dream.

he stammered out something that sounded like a yes.

you chuckled, “is that a yes?”

“yea- i- yes, i want to be your boyfriend,” he breathed out.

“good,” you smiled cheekily, “or else this would be slightly awkward,”

jisung didn’t—couldn’t—say anything.

he was too amazed and caught up in the feeling of relief.

you actually liked him! you like him! han jisung! he is your boyfriend! the person who’s gonna make you feel happy and safe!

he could kiss you! he could hug you and hold your hand whenever he wanted!

“sung?” you snapped your, now, cold fingers in front of his face, effectively bringing him out of his daze

“what? what?”

“are you okay? you seem distracted,”

jisung looked into your eyes, “just cold,”

he took your hand and held it in his, squeezing it tightly, “trust me, i’m okay,”

“okay,” you smiled at the feeling of your hand in his, “let’s get to drawing,”

jisung pulled out the blanket from his backpack and laid it out on the damp grass.

you sat down crossed legged, pulling out your note/sketchbook and a pencil.

jisung sat down beside you, lying back so he could look at the stars.

his gaze moved to you and watched you as you doodled some star related stuff (he didn’t know what exactly).

despite how cold it was, you looked relaxed and content.

jisung sat back up, pulling out another blanket.

he pulled one end around his shoulders and the other around yours, to get you both some warmth (your coats didn’t do much anymore).

“thank you,” you muttered, looking up at the stars again before looking back down into your book.

“(name),” jisung called suddenly.

he was afraid of breaking the peacefulness.

“yeah?”

jisung knew his voice was gonna shake, but he took the chance, “did you mean it?”

“mean what, sung?” you broke your attention away from your drawings and to your, now, boyfriend.

“did you mean it? am i really your boyfriend?”

you looked him over carefully, “of course i did. why wouldn’t i?”

“you just…i don’t know..”

“jisung,” you moved your hand to his cheek, making sure he was looking at you, “i meant it. i love you. i really do,” the corners of your mouth tugged upwards a little bit.

“i love you too,” jisung said lowly, “thank you,”

you smiled at him, removing your hand from his cheek.

your smile made jisung’s heart speed up (like it usually did).

you picked up your pencil again and began sketching.

jisung sighed happily, looking up at the many stars.

he recognized three stars in a row, from one of your books about stars.

“that’s orion’s belt,” he stated proudly, pointing towards three stars.

“terrible joke. three stars,” you said in a monotone, absentmindedly.

jisung snickered at your pun, shaking his head.

he leaned in a left a kiss on your forehead, “you’re terrible,”

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harry-styles-sunflower · 4 years

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Wandering Hands Part 3

Hellooo everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day! SO this is Part 3 of Wandering Hands.

What it is: You and Harry become friends but you come with certain baggage that might make any other man run.

Word count: 6.5k

Warning: Cursing and smut (lmk if I forgot one!)

This part is ~juicy~

Pls reblog if you like it :) Thanks in advance for the support! Feedback is always helpful, I love hearing from you all!

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The kiss had picked up. Now you were on top, legs on either side of his waist and kissing his neck. You felt his hums of appreciation against your lips. You accidentally left a small mark on the side of his neck but he assured you it was fine. You were both wearing tight jeans. It was uncomfortable. It had been a bit over 5 years since you’d been with anyone like this. Before your husband died he was already gone for 4 months. Fuck, Michael.

You tried to change your mentality and keep kissing Harry. You kissed his lips again to remember just him. Luckily before he could probably notice, he stopped you and sat a little more up.

“I think we should take a break yeah? Before we rush into anything?” He didn’t want to take advantage of how needy you probably felt. He wanted to carry this out like any other relationship. You were thankful for it. Even though all night you had been thinking of what more would be or feel like, you still weren’t sure if you were 100% there. You nodded at his words and kissed him lightly before settling down next to him.

“Um, could I use your bathroom?”

“Yeah, last door down the hall,” you smiled at him. He got up and gave you a peck before going. When he got to the bathroom, he unzipped his tight skinny jeans and held back a sigh of relief. He was aching. His hard on was hidden from how tight his pants were but now he needed to pee to make it go down. He squeezed it a few times in attempt to get it to go down. “I can’t fucking relieve myself in her bathroom,” he thought. He began thinking of anything else and it helped. Peeing hurt but he was happy that his hard on was gone. Goodness, you were going to be the death of him.

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You two were eating popcorn facing each other leaning on opposite ends of the couch. Your legs were tangled in one another’s.

“Hmm, first kiss story?”

“Ah, bloody romantic if you ask me.”

“I bet I could top yours”

“Let’s see, we were with friends, I was 11 & we were watching a movie. I leaned over and kissed her.”

“You kissed her in front of your friends?”

“Mhm”

“That’s not romantic, I’ll tell you romantic. I was 12 and my friend was having a ‘going to be 8th graders party?’ Basically, we were excited that we finished 7th grade. I had a boyfriend, and well she lived in this building where the roof was all done up. So, we had the party up there, just us kids. No parents. My boyfriend and I went to this secluded part of the roof and it overlooked these train tracks and highways and we kissed. It was great until we clanked teeth.” He bursted out laughing after you said the last part.

“It was all good until that last part,”

“Hush. You know when we broke up he said, “it was a good time” and hugged me? Nice guy but super awkward.” He laughed again and you threw popcorn at him. “I had to go to high school AND college with him after that too” Now he was actually getting red from laughing so hard. You just shook your head and watched the view.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry,” he coughed, “that was a good story love.” He rubbed his foot against yours.

“Thanks. First heartbreak?”

“Like real one?”

“Yeah.”

“Um, I guess one in Secondary,” he ate a kernel, “Basically, there was a rumor that I cheated on her. I didn’t, but she was definitely in love with her best friend so she believed her. I think she’s lesbian now honestly.”

“Oh my,” you said as you put some more popcorn in your mouth. He nodded and pointed at you.

“Oh um, well you already know.”

“Oh, right sorry. I forget that you guys met so young.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, “first time?” You got up and grabbed you two some angry orchards.

“Yikes. That story is cringe-worthy” he says as he takes the bottle from you.

“Ooh, then I’m all ears.”

“High school girlfriend, I was 15, both our first time. Um I had prepared myself to try and last like a good amount of time,” he drinks hiding a smile, “I think I lasted a minute” he laughs.

“Oh no Harry,” you laugh lightly.

“It was so bad I felt so bad. It got better though” he grinned.

“I’d hope” you smiled behind taking a swig of your drink.

“Can I assume yours was just as perfect as your first kiss?” He raised a brow at you.

“It was, sort of. Hurt and I didn’t get off. I was 17 though. I’m just happy that he was gentle and caring,” you smiled

“I’m happy for you. You made Michael wait 2 years?” He said before putting popcorn into his mouth.

“I did. Wanted to make sure he was serious about me before getting into my pants. I knew no guy would wait 2 years just for that,” you laughed.

“You’re right, only one that cared would wait.” He nodded and so did you.

“I’d wait 2 years to prove it to you,” he winked your way.

“No thanks,” you laughed before eating more popcorn. He would be lying if he didn’t feel some sort of relief. He could tell by the way you kissed you must be crazier in bed.

“I have this thing where I buy guys sweatpants because they’re way more comfortable. Um would you want a pair?” You asked looking down at your bottle in your hands. He put his bottle and popcorn bowl on your coffee table before crawling up to you and hovering over your face.

“Are you asking me to sleepover?”

“Yes,” you swallowed.

“I’ll take a pair,” he kissed you deeply before pulling away slowly.

“Okay,” you stayed seated.

“Are you going to get them?” He smirked.

“Y-yeah” you pushed him off of you lightly before going to your room. What a fucking tease. He enjoyed it too.

~~~

You were both changed and cuddling on your couch. Watching the new Netflix rom com, Love, Guaranteed. It was sweet. Harry was rubbing your back as you laid on his chest. You both laughed at certain scenes and you’d feel him tense up at some serious scenes as if he was the one going through it. It was adorable. Your eyes felt heavy and so did Harry’s. Before you knew it, you were asleep in the arms of your new boyfriend. You were happy. You were awakened by knocking on the door. You got off Harry careful not to wake him. You rubbed your eyes and opened the door. You saw it was Michael and you couldn’t help but scream.

“Y/n!” You opened your eyes and saw Harry looking down at you with worried eyes. You looked at him and around you. It was a dream. A nightmare really. You were breathing heavily and sweating.

“Are you okay love? You were moving a lot and then you yelled and mumbled Michael,” he wiped your forehead.

“Yeah I um, just bad dream sorry.” You sat up moving away from him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He rubbed your shin.

“Um yeah, I guess. It was just really realistic. Um it was like now. If I woke up normally. Someone was knocking on the door and when I opened it, it was Michael” you rubbed your head.

“Oh wow, that sounds like a movie honestly,”

“There’s a show like it. Ironically the character was named Michael too.” He nodded and continued rubbing your leg. He studied your face and you looked worried. You were there but you weren’t.

“Y/n? You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just feeling really um thrown off.”

“Could it be possible?”

“No. I um, I had to identify him” you choked out. You were trying so hard to keep it together. Not scare him away.

“Oh, y/n, come here love,” he pulled you into him as you cried quietly. “Maybe yesterday was too much?”

You shook your head, no.

“I will always love him Harry, it’s not like we got divorced or something. But I’m ready to move on with my life.” He gave you a tighter hug and kiss on your head.

“Okay,” he said. He understood you and he didn’t mind sharing your love. “Did you guys bury him?” He felt you nod. “Maybe you could visit him. Talk to him,” he suggested. Your heart warmed. He was so sweet and understanding. You loved how he didn’t compete to be your number one. You nodded and looked up at him. You grabbed his face with your two hands and kissed him passionately.

“I’m so happy we met” you leaned your forehead against his.

“Me too,” he kissed you, “let me cook you dinner tonight? My place?”

“Yeah? Okay,” you smiled, “I can bri-“

“Bring yourself,” he smiles.

“Okay,” you lean your head on his shoulder but you feel your phone vibrate. You grab it and stand; you see Sam texted you from Lydia’s phone.

L: Hey ma, can I stay with grandma tonight?

Y/n: Yep of course.

L: thanks!

Y/n: no problem hon❤️

“Sam’s staying at his grandma’s till tomorrow,”

“Ooh okay, sleepover?”

“Again?” You raise a brow at him

“I’d like that yes,” he comes over rubbing your sides. You sigh contently.

“My place this time,” he kisses your cheek.

~~~

You were on your way to Harry’s house. You decided to wear leggings and a graphic tee with a cardigan. You figured you’d just stay asleep with those clothes. You had picked up some chips and dip before going over. Harry left your place around 2:00 to get groceries and everything prepared before you went over. After he left you watched the Yankees game and graded some homework. You got to Harry’s house and noticed what a charming little house it was. Seemed to be one floor with a one car garage. It fit him perfectly. You parked and walked up the steps to his door. You knocked and he answered quickly afterwards.

“Love,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him.

“Hi,” you smiled up at him. He put a finger under your chin and kissed you slowly. You always felt like you could just melt under his touch. He knew it too, and he enjoyed it. “It smells delicious in here,” He holds your hand further into his house.

“I hope it tastes just as good. So, this is the living room, my room is down that hall and so is the bathroom and my office and then there’s the kitchen” he says pointing around. He had it nicely decorated.

“It’s beautiful harry,” you squeeze his hands.

“I decided to cook you crab legs, I remember you mentioned your love for them on one of our FaceTime dates.”

“Crab legs?” You said a little shocked he went so above and beyond.

“Mhm, with some linguine Alfredo. Homemade Alfredo sauce if I may add.” He was so excited telling you everything. You felt something change in your heart towards Harry in that moment. Like you wanted this for a long time. Like you…like you loved him.

“W-wow, um thank you. You didn’t have to do this,” you felt nervous with how well he was treating you. What if this ended someday? Another heartbreak?

“My honor, y/n,” he cheesed at you. You smiled back as you sat and put the bag you brought on his table.

“I brought chips and dip,” you said lowly.

“Thank you love, everything okay?” He noticed the shift in your mood.

“Mhm, just still amazed.”

“You sure?” You nodded.

He served you soon after and you two shared laughs as you both would send small pieces of crab flying as you two would try and crack it open. It was nice and romantic. He served your dinner with some white wine. He joked that he only served you wine so that then you would have to sleepover because you couldn’t drink and drive. After dinner you two settled on the couch and cuddled. He had set the fireplace on. The temperature was dropping rapidly at night now. You two were cozy and comfortable.

“I spoke to my mum about you,” he says while playing with your fingers.

“What'd she say?” You bit your lip. Lydia was a pain, you hoped Harry’s mom liked you more.

“She just hopes I know what I’m getting into but was also happy that I was happy,” he kisses your head before speaking again, “I know the shoes I’d be filling, and I’m not scared to.” There was that feeling again, from earlier. You think you loved Harry and it scared the shit out of you.

“What would be a dealbreaker for you?” You looked up at him.

“Cheating probably. Or abuse.” He says as his fingertips dance on the side of your face delicately.

“What if I said I won’t let Michael go?” You were a little scared to hear his answer but you also knew he might be supportive.

“I never expected you to love, he was your best friend too. You shouldn’t ever let him go. You should honor his memory always and feel comfortable talking about him. I don’t consider him an ex to be jealous of,” he smiled at you.

Yep, you loved him. Fuck. You felt love for the man in front of you. You’d only known each other for about two months. You fell hard and you fell fast. You were fucked.

“Thank you,” was all you could say. He kissed your forehead.

“I guess we should talk about this now before anything… is Sam all you want?” He looked at you nervously.

“No, I’ve always wanted two, but maybe not now. I’m not afraid of age gaps honestly. My oldest sister is 12 years older than me.”

“Okay,” he smiled. His smile was full of happiness. You could tell.

~~~

You two were still on his couch but now Harry laid his head in between your breasts. He used them as pillows, only watching a movie now. It was some documentary on sharks Harry, insisted on it being good. He got up and kissed you on your forehead announcing he’d probably take a while in the bathroom. ‘It was the linguine’ he states as he skips to the bathroom. You laughed because of how comfortable you two were with each other already. You kept watching the doc until his phone rang. “Probably: Mary” it said. You let it ring until it rang a second time.

“Hello?”

“Um excuse me is Harry there?” The woman’s tone was rude.

“Yeah he is. Who’s this?” Wanna have an attitude? So can I.

“Mary, who's this?”

“His girlfriend,” you heard her laugh through the phone.

“Funny. He didn’t mention a girl last we spoke. A few nights ago, to be exact.”

“He’s never mentioned you either, must not be as important as you think” you bit back. He had though. You were 90% sure this was his ex. If not, you just fucked up a relationship with one of his friends or cousins.

“Could you just put Harry on the phone?” She was growing annoyed with you.

“Can’t. He’s a little preoccupied, sorry.” You know what it sounded like. You didn’t mind it either.

“Bitch.” she said before hanging up. You put his phone back on the coffee table and went back to laying down. Harry came back a few minutes later.

“I forgot my phone, started reading the back of the cleaning supplies,” he joked. You laugh lightly as he settles back on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair. It was becoming longer every day. You met him with a fresh haircut but now he had it flowing like Prince Charming from Shrek.

“Mary called,” you said, your tone relaxed. He tensed up. He got off your chest and kneeled in between your legs.

“Mary, my ex Mary?” He questioned. Thank God you thought. Relieved it wasn’t a family member.

“Mhm. She called once but I ignored it and then I picked up on the second call,” you watched his face change. Worried that you were going to become a jealous rage and leave him.

“I didn’t mention it because we weren’t even dating yet but she called me a few days ago but I just told her to leave me alone nothing more, I even told her about you in hopes that she’d stop,” he grabbed your hands in desperation. You smiled at him.

“It’s okay Harry,” you leaned up off the couch and rubbed his shoulders, “I trust you. She sounds nuts anyway. No offense.”

“None taken,” he grabs your face before falling back on top of you and covering you in kisses. You laughed and spoke up again.

“I think she may leave you alone now,” you bit your lip.

“What’d you say?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“She wanted to talk to you but I told her you were um preoccupied,” you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Y/n y/l/n, do you know what that sounds like?” He grinned at you.

“I do.” You pulled him down and kissed him hard. You’d missed him after he left your place this morning. He kissed you back eagerly. Before you came you decided to shave everything in the shower. Just in case. You thought long and hard about it, you decided that you were sure you were ready. Harry’s lips moved down to your neck. Biting and sucking in certain areas. You let out a moan which made him hold back one of his own.

“I think we should stop, just for a bit. That escalated really quickly,” he said rubbing his thumb over your lip.

“I don’t want to,” you pouted.

“If we don’t love then you’re going to feel something that I can’t control.” He smiled at you.

“I felt it last night Harry,” you chuckled lightly.

“You did? Oh my god, I’m embarrassed.” He hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t be. I um, I wanna feel it.” You said shyly. You’ve never been vocal about stuff like this.

“You do?” This excited him slightly.

“Yeah,” your cheeks were red and he bit back his smile.

“What are the boundaries for tonight? I don’t want to push them.” He was fixing your hair away from your face and kissing your face lightly. It was comforting.

“I-I don’t know. Harry I’m not good at this. I’ve never been,” you sighed.

“Good at what?”

“Explaining what I want. The words physically do not come out.” You sounded a little frustrated with yourself and he thought it was a little cute but he wouldn’t admit that.

“It’s okay love, I could ask you and you just nod or shake your head, is that okay?” You nodded.

“Is the way I kiss you okay? Like your neck and stuff?” you nodded.

“Is it okay if I touch you, in other areas?” You nodded.

“Is it okay if I um. How can I phrase this? Erm. Orally please you?” He let out a small laugh and so did you. You nodded and you saw a dimply grin.

“Alright then I guess we’re all set,” He leaned in but you stopped him.

“You didn’t finish..”

“I didn’t know if I should,” he looked a little stunned and confused.

“Go on,” you urged.

“Physically please you? Fingers? No fingers?” He was shy now. You held his face in your hands and nodded.

“Um so we should probably move to my room,” he was trying to hide his excitement at the night you two were about to have.

“Lead the way,” he got up and grabbed your hands leading. He was basically speed walking. You held back a laugh. You got to his room and it was very guy like. Black furniture and book shelves in each corner. He pulled you into him and held your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Are you sure?”

“I think so, I guess I won’t know till I try?” He nodded.

“Just tell me if you want to stop and I’ll stop right away, don’t feel bad or anything.” He remained eye contact with you as he spoke and you nodded.

He began by kissing your forehead, to your cheek, and to your lips. He deepened the kiss by swiping his tongue against your lips and you allowing him in. He walked you backwards onto his bed as he slowly leaned you against it. You could sense his nervousness and hesitation and he could sense yours. Were you two both sure about this? You lifted his shirt slightly running your fingers across his stomach. They felt like fire against his skin. He helped you take it off and you scanned his front. He was covered in tattoos and it turned you on. You pulled him down to you and tangled a hand in his hair. He pulled your cardigan off your shoulders and lifted your shirt off. He gave you a look silently asking if it was okay and you nodded. After having Sam your body looked different, but you were proud of it. He kissed down your neck to in between your breast. He looked up at you occasionally to make sure you didn’t have a change of expression.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he kissed over your stretch marks.

“I know,” you laughed and he smiled back at you.

“I love the confidence babe,” he said before biting your hip lightly causing you to moan lowly. He pulled your pants down and kissed your thighs before lifting your calves onto his shoulders. He was taking his time and you appreciated it. He kissed you all over, seemingly not missing a spot. You leaned up and pushed his pants down accidentally pushing his boxers down with it.

“Shit sorry,” you fumbled out and he laughed lightly.

“It’s okay if you’re eager,” he was smirking and you just shook your head at him. He was fairly large and you were a little intimidated. It had been a while and you didn’t want to make him go slow. He noticed the way your eyebrows scrunched together so he grabbed your face and kissed you to distract you.

“You still sure?” He asked and you nodded. He crawled back in between your legs. He kissed down your stomach to in between your thighs.

"I'll go slow if that's what you're worried about," he kissed over your underwear, "I intend on taking my time with you."

"O-okay," there was no going back now, you were too turned on. He pulled your underwear to the side and licked your slit soaking up all the wetness that gathered there. It felt excruciatingly amazing. You let out a moan and bit your lip.

"I liked these; I liked the color. But they're in the way," he said before pulling them down your legs and placing his head back in between your legs. He licked you viciously and sucked your clit harshly. You couldn't stop moaning. He lifted his head and you looked down wondering why he stopped. His lips were covered in your wetness and you whined when he licked them.

"Is it okay if I-" you cut him off.

"Yes." he laughed before continuing what he was doing. You felt him insert a finger in you and curl it. He looked at your facial expressions to see what you liked and what you didn't react to. He put another finger in you and tried to stretch you out a bit. He could feel you tensing around his fingers so he flicked his tongue over your clit as you moaned louder. He wanted you to cum on his tongue. You felt the pressure in your stomach increase and you shut your eyes from pleasure. It felt so good.

"Let go love," he encouraged. You couldn't contain it anymore. You put your hand in his hair and tugged as you came. He moaned against your center and continued for a while until you pushed his head away becoming too sensitive.

"Good?" he smirked coming back up above you. You nodded and kissed him. You didn’t mind that your wetness coated his lips. He put his tongue in your mouth and yours in his. The kiss was messy but fucking hot.

"Let me um, do you." you mumbled between the kiss. You saw him shake his head.

"Honestly, I don’t doubt your talent but I don’t think I could hold on long enough if you were to do that," he smirked, "Another time love, maybe tomorrow." he winked before kissing you again. He put his forearm next to your head and placed a hand on your cheek and kissed you slowly. You could feel his length against your center. He kissed down your neck and you felt yourself getting wet for him again.

"Harry," you breathed out.

"Yeah?" he looked up at you immediately. You smiled and gave him a kiss for his tentativeness.

"Um we need a condom, I'm not on anything." he smiled and kissed you again.

"Okay love," he wasn't going to tell you that he was getting there because he didn't want to embarrass you or anything. He loved how much you wanted him. He leaned over and reached into his night table and pulled a condom out.

"Still sure?" he looked at you.

"Yes Harry, I'm sure." you spoke up this time instead of nodding. He seemed to appreciate it. He opened the wrapper and rolled the condom onto his length. He kissed you as he lined himself up at your entrance. He pushed his tip in and you gasped lightly into the kiss. You nodded for him to continue and he slowly continued. He kissed you all over your face. Romantic as ever. You surprisingly felt fine physically, but emotions were getting to you a bit. You couldn't help but think of your last time.

"Harry, you can go faster I'm good,"

"Yeah?" he looked at you.

"Yeah." he went a little faster and you moaned. His face was in the crook of your neck and your moans in his ear were heavenly. He already felt close. You ran your hands down his back and pushed his hips against you and scratched them lightly.

"Fuck, Harry," you kissed his shoulder. He lifted his head to look at you and leaned his forehead against yours.

"Feel good?" he kissed you hard before giving you a chance to answer so you moaned into the kiss as a reply. You were getting closer and sinking yourself further into the mattress as it was becoming all too much. Your moans grew louder. He put an arm under your lower back holding you still as his thrusts became faster and sloppier.

"Harry I-I'm close," you breathed. He groaned and kissed your neck.

"Me too, let go babe. You can do it." His words were enough for you to come to the edge. Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him deeper as you clenched around him and came. The tightness you formed around him was unbearable and he moaned louder than the other times as he came. His eyes were screwed shut and his hips bucked a few times in you afterwards. He pulled out and laid on you for a bit while he caught his breath.

"That was amazing," he pulled the condom off and tossed it in the bin next to his bed.

"Is it bad if I say I want to do that again?" he turned his head to you quickly. Light blush on his cheeks.

"Really?" he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Mhm," you put your hand on his cheek and kissed him and sat up a little, "I'll be on top now." he groaned and kissed you harder. You climbed on top of him and grinded against him. Your wetness soaking his length. It was painful for him to feel you against him without a condom knowing he couldn't go inside you that way. He pulled away and held your hips.

"Let me get the condom," you nodded. He reached into his night table got it. He gave it to you with a raised eyebrow. You took it and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands ran all over your body. From your nipples, to your ass, to your sensitive clit. He was taking advantage of feeling your soft skin. You pulled away and he kissed your neck as you opened the wrapper. You pulled the condom out and pushed Harry away lightly so you could grab his length. He was still sensitive and sucked in a breath when you rolled the condom on him. He was letting you take control and he loved watching you. He lined him up against your center before sinking down on him. He moaned and grabbed your face before kissing you harshly. You bit his lip and pulled and he did the same to you. You moved your hips in slow circles before bouncing up and down on his shaft earning louder moans from him. He put his hands on your thighs and squeezed them. You used the headboard as leverage and bit your lip. He began rubbing your clit with his thumb and your movements became harder to do from how overwhelming the pleasure was. You tightened around him again and he smirked.

"That's it baby," he took your nipple in your mouth and you moved your hands into his hair. You tugged at the hair behind his head and he groaned. You picked up your pace again and you heard Harry choke a little as he squeezed your hips.

"Fuck I'm sorry I'm cumming," he moaned and you kissed him. You said 'It's fine' in between your kisses. You continued until you reached your high soon after causing Harry to squeeze your thighs harder. There might be bruises there in the morning you thought. You felt him softening inside you so you kissed him and lifted yourself off of him. He smiled into the kiss and so did you. He put one hand on your cheek keeping your lips against his and the other on the small of your back to lay you down against his comforter.

"Do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked and ran a finger down your cheek.

"Yes please," he got off of you and you got up pulling his shirt on and tugging at the bottom. You just had sex with him yet you were feeling a little shy now. He pulled the condom off and tossed it in the bin with the other one and showed you where the bathroom was. You did your thing and when you came back you saw Harry cleaning himself with a towel. You decided to wait until he was done to show you'd come back. Giving him a little privacy. Once he had his boxers back on you walked in.

"Har, um could I borrow a pair of your boxers? If you don't mind? If that's not weird? I just um my underwear is all wet and I just clean-" he cut you off.

"That's perfectly fine love," he walked over to his dresser, "Boxers or Briefs?"

"Um briefs," you blushed. He handed them to you and you pulled them on. You rolled them up once so they fit a little better. He watched you with a wide grin on his face.

"You look good in my clothes," you crawled into bed and laid next to him and put your head on his chest.

"Thank you," you traced his butterfly tattoo with your middle finger lightly. You noticed the goosebumps that rose and you smiled. He ran his hand up and down your back.

"You okay?" he asked. You didn't feel like answering honestly. You were honestly fine; you just couldn't help but be a little nostalgic. It was big day for you, letting Harry in the way you did. Emotionally and physically.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you looked up and kissed him, "Exhausted though," you smiled.

"Me too to be honest," you both got under the covers and assumed the spooning position. Harry being the big spoon. He would tell you later on he preferred to be the little one. You kind of already knew this from how he liked to lay on your chest. He wrapped his arms from behind you and you both soon became very sleepy. You barely heard him whisper,

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” a tear escaped from all the different emotions you felt. He would be okay if you didn’t answer or if you did and it wasn’t the one he hoped. You did speak up though.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” and you were.

~~~

You woke up feeling hot. You didn't like feeling hot. Why were you feeling hot? You opened your eyes and saw Harry's head was on your chest and his lower half was half on you and half way off. He was warm. Looking down at him you didn't mind feeling hot anymore. You kissed his head lightly to not wake him up. You remembered what you two said before falling asleep. You two were moving fast, but you two had declared your own timeline. Who cared? If it was fine with you and him, that’s all that mattered. You felt him stir and soon enough he lifted his head and looked up at you. His sleepy eyes and hair stuck to his face made you let out an 'aw'.

"Morning," he stuck his head in between your neck and shoulder. His voice was deep and raspy.

"Morning," you placed a hand in his hair.

"You're warm," his lips brushed against your neck as he spoke. It gave you goosebumps.

"So are you,"

"Do you like tea?" he asked.

"Love it," you scratched his scalp soothingly.

"I've got a bunch of flavors; I can make you one." he laid a kiss on your collarbone.

"I'd like that," you swallowed, "It looks cold outside. The trees keep moving." he groaned.

"Welcome to New York, where one day its summer and the next its fall and there's no going back." you laughed.

"You have a pretty laugh," he looked up at you.

"You have a pretty face."

"You don’t have pretty breath though," he joked but you pushed him away so he fell beside you, "I'm jokin' love!"

"You don't have pretty breath either," you mocked and tried to imitate his accent.

"Oh god that was bloody horrible," he laughed. His laugh was contagious so you laughed too, unable to remain serious.

"C'mon, let's go brush our teeth and stuff." you got up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom. He had his and her sinks. He opened one of the cabinets below his sink and placed a spare toothbrush in front of you. You were looking in the mirror. Your mascara had smudged a bit and blush was on your nose. Harry passed you makeup remover wipes and you looked down at them with a little bit of a questioning look.

"My sister left them here," he put toothpaste on his toothbrush before passing it to you.

"Oh," you nodded. You brushed your teeth together, Harry occasionally making funny faces at you to make you smile. Yeah, you meant what you said last night.

"Uh, mind if I uh piss real quick? You don't have to go,"

"It's fine," you began wiping your undereye as he walked over to the toilet. You saw him pull his boxers a bit down and showing half of his ass. He had such a cute butt. You smiled again and focused back on removing your makeup. Once he finished, he came back next to you and washed his hands. He waited for you to finish before you walked back to his room together to get dressed. He lent you some fuzzy socks since yours were thin. He put on the shirt you wore to sleep and pair of gray sweats and fuzzy socks also. You walked into the kitchen together. He opened a drawer to show you his expansive tea collection. He wasn’t joking when he said he had lots of flavors.

"I'll have Passion Raspberry, with honey."

"Okay," he grabbed a pack for you and mango ginger for himself. He set the kettle on the stove with water and he set the tea bags in mugs. It was the yogi brand. Each came with a quote. You read yours aloud.

"May this day bring you peace, tranquility, and harmony. Aw, cute. What's yours say?"

"Give love, get love." he bit his lip. You were both thinking about the words you said before you fell asleep. You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him. He was looking straight ahead. Lost in thoughts.

"I meant what I said last night," you said to pull him away from any thoughts that he may be thinking you hadn't meant it. He put a finger under your chin and looked at you with intense eyes. He kissed you lightly.

"I did too," you pressed your lips against one another. The kettle whistled and you two separated. He poured the water in the mugs and you grabbed yours. You both weren't completely ready to say I love you yet. After all, you both said "I think".

"What would you like to eat?"

"Buttered toast is fine with me," you answered before taking a sip of your tea. He put the bread in the toaster as you settled on one of the stools next to his kitchen island.

"So, when will I meet Sam?" He was smiling, you weren't.

"What?" you said confused.

"Sam, when will I get to meet him?"

"Not anytime soon," you scoffed lightly. He was joking right? It’s only been like two months of talking. You two just started dating like two nights ago.

"Why'd you do that?" he asks.

"Do what?" He imitates your scoff.

"You can't be serious Harry," you chuckled, "We just started dating."

"Yeah but I figured since we've known each other for a bit.." he trailed off.

"What? That I'd let you meet my son right away? Harry we just started dating," you reiterated.

"Seems like we're moving at our own timeline don't you think," he looks towards his room.

"Are you suggesting that because we had sex I should be okay with you meeting my kid?"

"No but sort of, do you not trust me?"

"It's not a matter of trust Harry, it's just too soon."

"You didn’t seem to think that last night,"

"Oh my god, could you not bring last night into this discussion? He's only 7, this would be too soon."

"You didn't answer my question,"

"I have a headache," you rubbed your forehead, "What question?"

"Do you trust me?"

~~~

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hey lover, won’t you treat me right

you can read this here or on AO3. Enjoy!

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“Hey, are you still going out tonight with that guy you’ve been talking to?”

Cas looked up from his book. He had been pointedly told that he wasn’t allowed to help with dinner and was sent to read in the living room to ‘stay out of the way and keep Dean company’. Dean was referring to the latest guy Cas had met through online dating, and the latest reason for Cas feeling vaguely guilty about not reciprocating feelings. “Oh, no. I told him I just wanted to be friends.” He frowned, “Don’t put too much tomato in it!”

Dean huffed and waved him off. No one told Dean how to cook, especially something that he’d made a thousand times from scratch. “You didn’t even give him a chance, Cas.”

Cas shrugged,” He was... annoying to say the least. He texted too much. The happiest I was with him was when he was ignoring me or busy.”

“Well, did you tell him that?”

“No, but I know the worst thing is feeling like you’re annoying someone you like, and I didn’t want to put him through that. I texted him last night.” Cas went back to his book. It was one thing to talk about his love life with his best friend and roommate. It was quite another to dive deep into his deep-rooted issue with finding a suitable replacement for... someone he actually wanted.

Especially when that person was currently making spaghetti four feet from him.

“And how did he respond?” Dean asked, staring hard at the vegetable he was dicing.

Cas lowered the book again. “Well, he... hasn’t answered yet.”

Dean looked up from where he was cutting a final tomato with a universal ‘yikes’ expression. It was an unfortunate end to his brief relationship with Patrick, but it had to be said. He’d rather Patrick think he was a bastard now, than lead him on and have Patrick assume they were headed towards mutual love and affection.

“So anyway, I have to assume that he doesn’t really want to be friends then.”

“Hey, Cas, don’t take it too hard. He’s missing out.”

Cas considered, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m not... sad, or anything.”

Dean chuckled. “Heh. Ouch. Tough break for him.”

Cas shrugged, turning back to watch Dean work.

Dean gathered all his chopped vegetables together in a neat pile on the cutting board and transferred them to the pot where he was making sauce in a neat flourish, evident of all the times Dean had been in charge of home-cooked meals. “What was so bad about this guy? Did he smell? Ask you to make a blood pact?

Cas looked away from the tantalizing sight of Dean’s hands. “No, he... wanted to cook me dinner.”

Dean looked up from the pot of spaghetti noodles he was now stirring.

“Oh, you’re right,” Dean said, gesturing with the pasta spoon. “Definitely a good thing you curved him. Absolute lunatic.” He bent over to take a taste of the now-simmering sauce, a soft smile on his face.

“Well! It just... makes me uncomfortable. I mean, he could be a serial killer.” Cas grinned playfully, finally giving up on reading and marking his page to step away.

“Don’t you think if he was going to serial kill you, he’d have done it by now? He’s got a lotta ground to cover. This is LA. He’s gotta move quick if he wants to make even the slightest impression on the LAPD.” Dean nodded towards the fridge where their salad sat. Cas had insisted on a salad to go with the carbo-load that was Dean’s favorite and famous Spaghetti Night. It was a rare thing for Dean to allow so much green at a meal, but Cas was always somehow able to convince him.

“I dunno,” Cas pulled out the salad and turned to the cupboard to start gathering plates. He placed a healthy amount of salad on each, making sure to push it to the side to leave ample room for the absolute heap of pasta Dean would place on each. “He just... he texted me all the time, and he always wanted to know how I’m doing and what I’m up to, and it gets old telling him I’m doing the same old things every time. I don’t do much during the day.”

“Sure you do, yesterday you made that cool greenhouse thing out in the backyard.” Dean was referring to the monstrosity built out of thrifted window panes in the far corner of the yard. Cas had seen the idea online on Friday, and by Saturday was cruising through every yard sale and thrift store in the county looking for windows. The frame was easy to put together once Dean had gotten the drill sorted out. It wasn’t much, but now Cas had a great place to put some of the many plants they had around the house.

Cas shrugged. “Right, but I can’t tell him that. He wouldn’t care, and then I’d have to explain every piece of why we needed one and he wouldn’t want to hear that story.”

“Look, I’m not saying you didn’t do the right thing by being honest with him, but it just sounds like maybe you didn’t like him all that much in the first place if you’re able to be so casual about it.”

“I know,” Cas sighed. “I’ve gotta stop doing this to guys. Before him it was Nate, and Collin. I’m a mess.”

Dean spooned a frankly frightening amount of pasta on a plate. “Nah, you’re not a mess, just a bit careless with your dirty socks. You wanna try some sauce or just butter?”

“No, I’ll try it. You worked so hard on it. A little bit of sauce, please. Not too much.”

Dean smiled and rolled his eyes, dripping the perfect amount of homemade marinara on top of the pile of spaghetti. They sat down to eat and Cas twirled his fork in the noodles. The sauce was great. While the base was tomato, it wasn’t overwhelming or acidic like tomato can get in inexperienced hands. Garlic and mushroom had space in the sauce as well, making it perfectly well-balanced.

Cas stood up. “I’m getting some more sauce, this is really good, Dean.”

“Thank you, pickiest eater in the world. That is a compliment far greater than you know.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes.

Dean piped up with his mouth full. “So, like, what—are you just gonna chalk it up as a loss and move on or what?”

Cas shook his head. “I’m deleting the app, I can’t keep doing this to people when it only serves to piss me off and disappoint other people.”

Silence fell again for a brief moment. “Have you considered maybe it’s not you?”

“Thank you, Dean, but scientifically speaking, it has to be me. I’m the only constant in this string of nearly identical outcomes.” Not much else could explain it. Cas was just... bad at love. Bad at being in a relationship. Bad at getting on with his life.

“Maybe you just need to date better people. Maybe... people you already know?”

Snorting, Cas scooped up the last on his pasta. “Come on, everyone we know that’d be even sort of willing to put with me are already married, have kids, or both.”

“Well, not everyone...” Dean muttered, mostly to himself.

Cas chewed thoughtfully. “I think I just gotta face facts. I’m not built for relationships.”

“Kinda lonely outlook.” Dean wasn’t wrong. They were renting the house together, but that could easily change once Dean found a nice girl or boy or... person to settle down with. He was a good looking guy, good with his hands, nice laugh—it wouldn’t be hard for him at all. Cas could very easily be alone, very easily.

Cas shrugged. “A fact’s a fact. It happens. People grow up and just... never find love. I mean, it’s kinda sad but... I’ve got other things in my life.” That was less true. For all that Dean and Cas got along and had in common, he never understood why Dean was alone and chose to hang out with him so often.

Dean snorted. “I don’t know how much a roommate in a shitty starter home counts for, Cas.

“Well, maybe my purpose here is to make sure that roommate is happy then, yeah?” Cas picked up his dish and set it in the sink. He kept his attention towards the sink, concentrating on filling it with soap and water so he didn’t have to see Dean’s face of pity. He wasn’t sad about it. Not really.

Well, he would probably end up being okay.

Dean pushed back from the table to set his dish in the water by Cas’s hand. He busied himself with the leftover pasta on the stove, pulling a plastic container from the cupboard above the range. Dean would probably insist Cas take it for lunch tomorrow.

“Well, what if the roommate wants something specific to make him happy?” Dean asked, sounding strangely formal.

Cas blinked and turned towards Dean, surprised to see him flushed to the tips of his ears. He squinted.

“What does the roommate want?”

If possible, Dean blushed even harder and ducked his head. How curious. Cas felt a strange tingle in his palms. He had a sudden vision of pressing in close and watching Dean take a surprised breath. He shook his head slightly.

“He—I— uh, heh. A beer is what he wants.” Dean said, face brightening in a way that made Cas squint harder on suspicion. Pasta container in hand, Dean switched around Cas, hiding the fridge for a second. He emerged having swapped the plastic container for two beers, one of which he offered to Cas. Hands still wet, Cas gestured for Dean to sit the bottle down to the side of the sink. Dean popped his open, took a swig, and set it down next to Cas’s beer. He picked up a dish towel and got to drying. Together, they steadily and silently cleared the table and counter of all the dishes, leaving their little kitchen tidy once again.

Afterwards, Dean plucked his beer from the counter and took another sip. Cas cracked the lid off of his and did the same. He leaned against the sink and tilted his head as he considered Dean. He was still a bit pink and he wasn’t looking at Cas... or anything really in particular.

“Dean... are you feeling alright?” He almost looked nervous.

Dean blinked. “Huh? Oh yeah, just... thinkin’.”

“Careful with that.” Cas teased.

Deans mouth quirked up in a half smile before falling back to his thoughtful expression.

“Cas, you really think you’re gonna end up alone?”

Oh. Dean was worried he’d have to be saddled with Cas forever. “I dunno. I’m mostly over-dramatic. It’s not looking good right now, though. Kind of a downer.”

“But I mean, you’re young still. Plenty of time to settle down with someone.” Shit, he really did look worried. Maybe he was worried about his own prospects, being single at their age as well.

“Dean, if you’re secretly worried about yourself we can go to a bar or something. I’m not overly concerned about it—“

Dean wasn’t done and talked over him. “And you’re a great guy, you’re smart and funny and... you’ve got nice hair,” Dean finished haltingly. “I just think you’re selling yourself a bit short is all.”

Cas blinked, feeling a slight flush on his cheeks. “Well, thanks but I think the real issue is more with my shockingly horrendous commitment issues and all that.”

They drank in silence, steadily ignoring the other. All this silence tonight was starting to get deafening in Cas’s professional opinion. He was about to open his mouth and change the subject when Dean did just that. “Did this guy... what’s his name?”

“Patrick.”

“Did Patrick ever kiss you?” This question caused Cas to pause. It was an innocent enough question, but the way Dean asked—anxious eyes, and twitchy fingers—like he didn’t really want to ask but was dying to know.

Cas had to tread carefully here, as to not pull too quickly. He might be unsure with guys he met online, but it there was one man he’d climb like a tree with no second thoughts or regrets, it was the one standing in front of him, distractedly shredding the artisanal label off his beer bottle.

“Oh I’d never let him get the chance. Too weird.” He silently dared Dean to call his bluff.

Dean sighed and looked up at Cas, expression guarded. He set his beer down on the table behind him and took a step towards Cas. The tingle in his palms kicked up, spreading up his arms and across his chest, flooding up his neck and to his ears.

“And you know, right away? Who you’d like to kiss?” Dean asked like there was any possible way Cas would turn him down.

“I—definitely. I know within the first half hour of meeting someone if I’d like to—like to kiss them.” Even Cas was stumbling now. He didn’t dare move and shatter this strange, wonderful moment.

Dean was close now. Close enough to see the apprehension in his eyes and catch the subtle tremble in his fingers, hanging loose by his sides.

“Does that feeling ever change?”

“No, once it’s there, it’s all I can think about.” Cas’s gaze tripped between Dean’s mouth and his eyes. Everything was buzzing now. He still wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he knew things weren’t like this with Patrick. Or Nate. Or anyone else he had been on a date with.

It was special for Dean.

Their chests were nearly touching now. Dean was so close. The heat coming off him was incredible, and Cas wanted nothing more than to get closer.

“Me too,” Dean murmured. “Once I want to kiss someone, it’s all I can think about, too.”

Cas often though about how green Dean’s eyes were, sometimes annoyingly and distractedly often, but now that they were boring into his, it was hard to think about anything else.

Except maybe his mouth. Or his hands, slowly coming up. Shit, this was going exactly where he thought it was. Right here in their shared kitchen.

“I’m gonna kiss you, Cas,” Dean said, drawing in a breath. “And if it’s not what you want, we can pretend it never happened. I won’t make it weird, I promise. I just have to—“

Cas pushed up to press his mouth against Dean’s, hands coming up to fit along his jaw. He watched Dean’s eyes flutter shut before closing his own. Dean gripped his t-shirt before sliding his hands around and up his back. Their lips moved together, pulling and giving back, wet heat between them. He pulled back after a second, an audible smack when they parted.

“I don’t want to push too far—“

“Dean Winchester, kiss me again. Please. It’s good.”

Dean grinned and yanked him back in by his collar, pressing him back into the counter. Cas felt the frenzy build, and he pushed his tongue into Dean’s mouth. Dean sucked on the tip of it, before reaching up to press thumbs to the bolt of Cas’s jaw, opening it further. Cas reached down and slipped his fingers back down into Dean’s back pockets, hauling him closer.

When they finally had to surface for air, they were both grinning.

“That wasn’t weird, right?” Dean had the audacity to ask, breathlessly.

“Definitely weird.” Cas answered, cheekily.

“You’re not gonna ask to be just friends later, right?” Dean sounded like he was mostly kidding but with a touch of real anxiety behind it.

“No, but suddenly it makes sense why everyone else didn’t compare.” Cas said, pressing a smooch to the side of Dean’s jaw. “You’re not just doing this because you feel bad for me?”

Dean rolled his eyes and smacked Cas on the ass. “Been wanting to do that since I met you, dummy. I’m glad we had this chance to finally straighten out that I’m the only one for you.”

“Yeah, probably.” Cas whispered. “Wanna go make out on the couch?”

Dean smiled.

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Neighbors (Colby Brock Imagine)

Hey everybody! I hope you all have been having wonderful days. I feel so “eck” right now. Anyway, I’m super excited to get working on my series, but I have no clue what the title is yet. I wish I knew what the title would be, so I could stop calling it “my series,” but that isn’t happening yet. Please send in little scenarios because I need a distraction. My requests are open, but I won’t be working on anything besides blurb until I finish writing the series. I want to have it all written out before I start posting anything, so it might be a little while, but that’s okay. Enjoy!

Request: Can I request one where the reader grew up as next door neighbors with Colby and they were best friends, and the reader had a huge crush on him but was too scared to tell him, but the reader had to move away in 10th grade before she ever told him and they lost touch, but she decides one day to message him and they meet up again finally confesses her feelings. (happy ending!)

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You sat, staring at your phone screen, wondering if you should go through with it. Staring at Colby’s contact, you sat and relived a few memories.

Back in middle school, you used to live in Kansas. You were best friends with your next door neighbor, and you even went to the same middle school together. Who knew that your neighbor would grow up and be a big YouTube star? Anyway, you and Colby would walk together to school every day and would hang out afterwards. It was just normal for you guys.

Then, high school came around, and you started to develop feelings for him. You weren’t entirely sure, and you weren’t willing to take the gamble, but you thought that maybe he was starting to feel it, too. You guys were getting closer to each other, always hanging out, almost inseparable. You loved going on adventures with Sam and Colby on the days you didn’t have homework, and the days you did, you just blew it off anyway.

That first year of high school was great. And then your second year hit.

In the middle of tenth grade, your parents told you that you had to move at the end of the summer. One of your parents got a new job, and it was going to make you leave Kansas.

The rest of that year was so sad for you, and Sam and Colby tried to make you feel better by packing in a lot more fun stuff to do. They didn’t want you to have to move away either, but there wasn’t anything they could do. So you guys went exploring everywhere. Your weekends were never dull, and you loved thinking about some of the things that you did.

That first weekend of summer was when you had to move, and that Saturday was full of tearful goodbyes. You promised to stay in touch, but everyone knows how that works out. So you left Kansas, heading to the great city of Los Angeles.

You did try and talk to Sam and Colby whenever you could. That went from every day, to ever week, to every other week, to every month, and eventually it just died out.

You still had feelings for Colby after you moved, and you didn’t stop thinking about it.

That was, until you met David.

David was so sweet, kind, and loving, that he blocked out your feelings for Colby. You were pretty sure that you loved David. You started dating during your senior year, and you guys had lasted for a couple years, until the end.

David has fallen in love with somebody new. So he took you out to a nice meal, and then told you that it was over. You made it home before you really started to cry, hearing his explanation over and over in your head, wondering what you could’ve possibly done to keep him around. The truth was, it was nothing that you did or didn’t do. It was just hard to convince yourself of that fact.

So you were here now, sitting on the couch in your apartment, trying to think about everything. Then you remembered just how happy you felt when you were around Colby, and all those dormant feelings slowly started to come back. Now your thumbs were hovering over your keyboard, wondering if you should text him. You weren’t even sure if this was still his number or not.

Before your brain could tell you no, you started typing.

“Hey, It’s me, (Y/N). From Kansas. Remember me?”

You sent the message and then you started to panic. What if he didn’t remember you? What if this was the wrong number? Did you sound weird? Everything started rushing through your head. Your phone buzzed and you looked in your hands.

“Of course I remember you! How are you?”

And just like that, you fell back into the same habits. You were texting non-stop, and things were just like they had always been.

“Are you still in Kansas?” you asked, still catching up with him.

“No. You’ll never guess where I’m at now,” he answered.

“Where?”

“The great city of L.A.” he sent back. You smiled so wide while you were sitting on your couch and you texted him about how cool and exciting that was. You guys talked for a little longer before he pitched out a suggestion.

“Are you doing anything right now?”

“No,” you answered.

“Wanna meet up?” he asked. You checked your clock and you saw it was starting to get late, but you could still go for some coffee.

“Sure!” You suggested your favorite coffee place and he agreed, so you got ready to go there.

You showed up about thirty minutes later, going to sit down at one of your favorite booths in the café. A few minutes later, you saw Colby walk in and you waved him over. He walked over and hugged you before he sat down.

“It’s been awhile,” he said after you said your hellos.

“It really has been,” you replied with a smile. You guys spent a few more minutes catching up, before you started reliving some old memories.

“Those days were the best, weren’t they?” he asked after some time.

“They really were. Do you remember how close we were back then?” you brought up. Thinking about it made your heart flutter a little bit in your chest.

“Yeah, I remember,” he said, his cheeks turning a little red. You took a deep breath, your heart fighting with your brain about saying what you were thinking.

“I wonder what would’ve happened if I didn’t have to move,” you thought aloud, looking down at your hands.

“I think I know what would’ve happened,” he whispered. You glanced up at him and he sighed before continuing. “I don’t know if you knew this, but I sort of had a crush on you back then,” he admitted. “I probably would have told you how I felt, at sometime, and maybe we would’ve dated,” he finished.

“Really?” you questioned. He glanced up at you, his cheeks almost flaming red, and he nodded. “I sort of had a crush on you, too,” you confessed. His eyes lit up for just a moment and he smiled at you. “If only I hadn’t have moved,” you sighed. There was a moment of silence, before Colby looked you in the eyes.

“What’s stopping us now?” he asked. You looked back at him, a little stunned, before he kept going. “We’re both in the same city now, I know that I don’t have a girlfriend, and it just feels like we’ve been given a second chance at this.”

“Do you really still feel that way about me?” you asked, quietly. He reached across the table and grabbed your hand, bringing your attention back to him.

“I haven’t stopped,” he whispered back. He gave you a heart-stopping smile and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Then let’s give it a shot.”

You guys spent a long time with him, just talking and being excited. Finally, you could be with someone who you knew would make you happy.

Eventually, the night had to come to an end. Colby grabbed your hand and walked with you to your car. When you got to your spot, you turned so you could face him.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Colbs,” you grinned at him.

“Yeah, me, too. I can’t wait to do it again,” he added. You went to turn around, but he stopped you. Gently, he leaned in and kissed you, softly and sweetly, and then he pulled away.

“Goodnight,” he whispered.

“Goodnight,” you said back. He waited until you got in your car before he walked over to his. You were smiling the whole way home, totally excited to see where this new relationship would take you.

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Vigilantes Chapters 59 - 65: Emergency Catch-Up Blog

before I start, please be advised that the following post will contain a potential MAJOR SPOILER FOR CHAPTER 253, which has not yet been released! please don’t be an idiot like me and spoil yourselves, guys. stay safe.

but anyways yes, this is my recap post for Those Chapters of Vigilantes. at long last. hooray! by the way this is barely edited at all, on account of it being a rush job (see re: the “Emergency” bit in the header). just some raw, unfiltered, [CENSORED SPOILER THING] thoughts and feelings! hopefully it’s readable; when I have more time I’ll try and clean it up a bit more.

so now, first off, credit where credit is due because omg

bless you anon, you saved my life

but let me backtrack! looool so guys, I did a dumb thing and peeked at a spoiler, and read the name “Shirakumo”, and was like FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK and noped out, but it was too late lol. so then I was like “HOW DO I CATCH UP ON THE ENTIRETY OF VIGILANTES IN LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, fully aware that I probably wasn’t going to do shit and would most likely just spend tomorrow apologizing and shrugging my way through the new chapter. and by the way guys, I’ll go ahead and throw in one of those apologies now, because I’ve had at least a dozen anons implore me to pick up Vigilantes, and I’m fully aware that Aizawa’s past has been covered (including one (1) cloudy boi), and that it’s really good. I just haven’t had the energy to do it! because reading and liveblogging are two very different things, and the latter just takes so much more time and energy honestly. so I kept putting it off and off and off, and now here I am

but then this ask came along telling me exactly which chapters to read in order to get the context I need! so seriously anon, you are the MVP of my week, and I appreciate this so, so much. I am now off to read those chapters, and I apologize to everyone again, but while I will liveblog them, it’ll probably be kind of a rush job due to the circumstances. like I won’t get into every single detail here, because it’s six whole chapters. but I’ll do my best

hmm I don’t know what constitutes the second half of chapter 59 lol so here I am reading the whole damn thing

AIZAWA BEING FRIENDS WITH MIDNIGHT, AND MIDNIGHT HAS A CAT OH GOSH

looool

personally, Aizawa hated school. he would never ever dream of becoming a teacher. how ridiculous. irrational af

“we’ll have you teaching at U.A. soon enough” psssh. not this man, sister

he’s hanging up on her now. honestly I am glad I did not skip the first part of this chapter lol

some wolfman is chasing the protag of this series whose name I forgot, as well as a little girl and ANOTHER CAT. this series has so many cats?! apparently!?

Aizawa is saving the cat. the hero we deserve

the protag whose name I am about to look up wants to adopt the cat, which prompts Aizawa to launch into a 2500-word essay on why he should not adopt the cat

okay the kid’s name is Koichi. he’s apparently 19 in the series, but I don’t know how old he is in this particular scene though because I have the vague impression that the series at large takes place in present-day BnHA time, which would mean this is definitely a flashback. so. ??

OHO, NOW IT’S A FLASHBACK WITHIN A FLASHBACK!!? so this is the Aizawa past thing everyone’s been all “!!!!” about. well here you go guys

young Shouta is staring at an abandoned kitty in a box in the rain

he left the cat, but also left his umbrella over it, awww

and he arrived at class all wet. and his teacher says he can go change his clothes, but he’s all “NAH I’M EMO SO I’LL JUST STAY LIKE THIS”, wow

“I’m powerless” jesus christ Shou get a grip

here comes Present Mic to forcibly lift his best bud’s spirits. they’re in second year apparently

Present Mic, and I mean this in the most loving and affectionate way possible, is the most annoying man on the planet

how was he not just constantly punched in the face at all times. like constantly walking around being punched by people

well well well

something horrible is sure going to happen to you, isn’t it? here I thought you were probably dead, but I’m kinda getting the inkling [SPOILERS, FOLKS, I’M SERIOUS] you’re gonna maybe show up in the latest chapter of the main series, so I guess not! congratulations I guess?? OR MAYBE NOT

“dammit Shirakumo” oh so it’s like that

their teacher deserves a raise. never thought we’d see another U.A. faculty member more done with life than Aizawa himself

hey Shirakumo is giving Shouta his umbrella back, but what about the cat?! SHIRAKUMO ARE YOU REALLY A NICE GUY, I’M NOT SURE YET

meanwhile he’s stripping naked in the middle of class. oh yes. I forgot Vigilantes was like this

he’s using his cloud quirk to censor himself where it counts

“and inside this cloud... is this charming little creature” lol we think he’s talking about his penis but then he pulls out the cat! WELL NEVER MIND THEN SHIRAKUMO

so Shouta is sitting around thinking emo thoughts that are gradually giving way to some decidedly un-hetero thoughts about Shirakumo, who’s doing that shounen thing where he smiles with his eyes closed while being silhouetted against the bright sun. maaaaan. Aizawa you are hella gay my dude

okay next chapter and they’re being assigned internships

Shirakumo’s hero costume is... well let’s just say it’s a good thing he’s got such a badass quirk

he’s riding around on that cloud like Goku. like a fucking Lakitu from Super Mario

now the teachers are talking about the three boys and whether they’ll be able to land internships

“Yamada shouldn’t have a problem. his voice quirk has applications in battle, rescue, and entertainment. but the boy’s a bit distractible.” okay first of all how the hell would Mic ever rescue a person with his quirk. fucking scream them to safety or what. and second, by distractible you mean punchable right. again, all the love

oh my god he’s so cute

lmao this is seriously my favorite picture of Aizawa ever. GO GETTEM SLUGGER

so Shouta is getting bullied by some guy with a decidedly Katsuki-ish quirk, except he shoots jets of fire out of his hands. but anyway he says that fighting Shouta is boring. SHUT UP, YOU. YOU’RE BORING

Shouta is so emo. but he really does want to be a good hero, he just doesn’t know how. he seems very frustrated

he’s lecturing Kumo on not giving people-food to the cat. and now he has picked up the cat and is cradling and bottle-feeding it like an infant. bless

this manga really has a gag panel of the cat pissing on Shirakumo afterwards, like. see this is another reason why I haven’t exactly been in a rush to read it sob. my sense of humor doesn’t really seem to align with Furuhashi’s

oH MY GOD

high school Midnight is the coolest person I have ever seen and I want to be just like her when I grow up

aaaaand she is literally not wearing any clothes except that belt and those boob-holsters. which, I mean, it’s not like she really dresses any differently in the main series, but this being Vigilantes, I’m sure we’ll get another half a dozen pages showing extreme close-ups of her costume from various angles. again, another area where this series and I don’t quite see eye to eye, but it’s all right since we’re just passing through here

and one year later they wrote a literal law limiting how much exposed skin a hero costume can show. oh Midnight. meanwhile I forgot how much this series makes me appreciate Horikoshi, flaws and all. I’ll take a thousand Minetas over this shit honestly. at least Mineta always gets his comeuppance. but anyway

they have named the cat “Sushi”

Midnight is straight up taking the cat lmao

Yamada got an internship. one down, two to go

Midnight’s back and showing them a video of the cat pooping. one joke about the cat’s bathroom habits in a single chapter was not enough, we’re going for two. not like we have anything more important to cover, like Aizawa getting an internship and something terrible and tragic happening to his boyfriend. let’s just keep talking about cat poop

okay here we go, Midnight says her boss will take them as interns

“Loud Cloud” lmao. home run hero name. GOAT

so Shouta’s chasing a villain and nearly got crushed by a safe that he threw at him, but he’s being saved by some guy who I’m guessing is his boss

oh my

this is the kind of weirdness that only a manga can get away with. I wonder how this idea came into being and whose idea it was, Horikoshi’s or Furuhashi’s. maybe the two of them hitting each other up back and forth in a text chain. “so I’m doing Aizawa’s flashback now, who do you want to have him to intern under?” “hmm I don’t know but I was thinking literally Prince”

Prince is chewing Shouta out something fierce

I thought I was prepared for these Aizawa flashbacks, but some things you can never be prepared for

lol he asked Shouta how he fucked up, and Shouta started listing all of his tactical errors, and Prince interrupted him and is all “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT THAT GLOOMY FACE” listen son just who do you think your intern is. THAT’S JUST HIS FACE LEAVE HIM ALONE

he says Aizawa wears his stress all over his sleeve and bums people out

he’s telling him to smile! now where have we heard that philosophy before

hello

I’m just reblogging this panel because of reasons

so Shouta is sulking in the locker room, and Shirakumo is showering off and says his MO is to keep smiling even when he screws up

now Midnight is texting Shouta 500 cat pictures

lmao we can’t see Shouta’s face, but Kumo is streaking in and is all “THERE’S THAT SMILE, SUNSHINE!!!!”

OH SHIT NOW IT’S A FEW DAYS LATER AND THE VILLAIN IS BACK BUT THIS TIME SHOUTA DONE GOT HIM SOME GOGGLES!! the path from adorable to sexy begins. the Longbottoming

oh shit the goggles belong to Shirakumo. the gayening. and they were roommates

Shouta’s using his quirk!

and the bad guy is all “I don’t need my quirk to crush you” and straight up demolishing the fucking pavement yikes

and Kumo is leaping at him from above and whomping him on the head

yay they caught him. and Shouta is...

he’s trying. they’ll coax a real smile out of him yet! just show him a Youtube compilation of Logical Ruses

now he and Shirakumo have matching pairs of goggles. I’m just gonna assume this means they are married

the fire hands bully guy from earlier is coming over to start some shit again

he says he also realized the importance of eye protection through his internship. and Mic says he stole the idea from him

now the class is partnering off for two-on-two battle training, and Kumo is partnering with Shouta

they’re going up against Mic and Fire Hands, and for some reason they’re making a wager of it. whoever loses has to stop wearing glasses. this is easily the stupidest thing I have seen in this series yet, not to mention the most accurate

Kumo’s grinning at Shouta and saying the goggles symbolize their friendship and they have to defend them. you know, lovable scamp stuff

now Shirakumo and Shouta are double teaming the Fire Hands guy and taking him out in seconds because OF COURSE THEY DID. lol he never fucking stood a chance

but Shouta’s handing the glasses back and says that two-on-one isn’t fair so he’s calling the wager off

aaaand Fire Hands is snatching them back and stomping on them. and says he doesn’t need them

listen you dingus, yes you do fucking need them. and also he says he didn’t lose! wow this guy really has his head up his ass. I’d say he reminds me of a CERTAIN SOMEONE, but you know what, I’ll give Mr. Certain Someone his fair credit though, because he managed to get his shit together long before his second year. Fire Hands still needs to grow up

the teacher is telling him he missed the point of the exercise, and FH is literally ignoring him and running off wow

apparently Mic also gave up his sunglasses and got himself a pair of goggles. well we know that’s not gonna last. and for that matter, Shouta’s gonna change out his goggles for a different model as well. ohhhhh some tragedy is on the horizon I just know it, this is gonna hurt

Shirakumo says the three of them should start their own agency. ahhh. buddy I’m here reading this from the future, and I gotta tell you, son... shit’s awkward as fuck

and he’s pointing out all the different ways they complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses

Shouta says he can’t do anything on his own, but Kumo says that just means he’s suited to teamwork

Kumo’s inviting Midnight to join them, but she’s declining lol

Shouta’s looking at the sky all dramatically. oh baby this is it isn’t it. things are about to get rough

“one week later”

NOO THEY HURT MY PRECIOUS PRINCE

SOMEONE IS CALLING FOR BACKUP AND THE CAMERA IS ZOOMING IN ON A BUSTED UP PAIR OF GOGGLES, FUCK EVERYTHING

now we’re cutting to Mic and Fire Hands and FH replaced his sunglasses with a pair of goggles. goggles are just the in thing now

Fire Hands talks about Aizawa so much I’m starting to ship the two of them now as well. damn Shouta how many high school boyfriends did you have??

so they’re fighting off some toad monster and it’s absorbing all their attacks

meanwhile Shouta and Kumo are literally helping kindergartners to cross the street

look at this

it’s beyond my comprehension how anyone could possibly mistake this man for anything but a future teacher

even Kumo is commenting on how natural he is at working with kids

oH MY GOD the kids waved goodbye and said “bye Eraserhead” and it prompted a little smile

Kumo says Shouta psychs himself out and convinces himself he can’t do stuff, but really he can do just about anything if he puts his mind to it. aww. and he’s right!!

oh shit here comes the toad

so this toad’s name is Garvey, and he’s literally wanted for murder oh shit. and he has a Fatgum-like quirk that can absorb attacks and store them up to release them

and some idiots hit him with a combined attack that ended up powering him the fuck up. well shit

so Prince is placing a rose in between his teeth and getting ready to fight this toad off. do it I believe in you

now a lot is happening all at once, jesus. Shouta and Kumo were trying to evacuate the kids but then the toad just appeared right there like wtf, and then Prince also showed up out of nowhere and went to hit the thing with a flying jump kick

aaaand he’s getting blasted into a building

oof. and getting even further blasted now. welp

Kumo’s protecting the kiddos with his Nimbus quirk!

OH FUCKING SHIT AND THEN HE GOT CRACKED IN THE HEAD BY A GIANT FALLING ROCK

is this bitch fucking dead now. I can’t believe they fucking Obitoed my bro Shirakumo

so now the toad is looming over them, and Shouta realizes he’s the only one left standing, and all his doubts are filtering into his mind as he desperately tries to think of how to stop him

and Shirakumo’s... gourd... thing... is klunking in out of nowhere, and it has a little speaker on it, and it’s all “YOU GOT THIS AIZAWA” and wtf. this is like something out of a weird fever dream

OH SHIT BOYS AIZAWA SHOUTA DONE GOT HIS GAME FACE ON NOW

THE LONGBOTTOMING CONTINUES

so now he’s leaping fifty feet into the air, somehow, and thinking that his Erasure quirk will at least level the playing field. well all right then! you go boy

now it’s raining and of course bolts of lightning are dramatically hitting the ground all around them

Shouta’s kicking off the lil power toad lumps one by one lol

literally just jumping all around and kickin’ stuff

oof he took a bad hit. but he’s sitting back up!

Kumo’s disembodied gourd voice keeps shouting encouragement at him though, idk. so there’s that

he says Shouta’s strong and he won’t lose, and Shouta is all “RAHHHHHHH.” you guys, if 1-A ever found out about this flashback they would never let the man live it down. hell I’m not gonna let him live it down. okay then. Mr. RAHHHHHH

he’s doing some weird stuff with his capture weapon now. I think maybe he grabbed a rock with it and chucked it at the guy

and now the guy is shooting all his toad lumps at Shouta all at once! WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

yooooo Shouta literally grabbed them all with the capture weapon and he’s CHUCKIN’ EM ALL INTO THE DUDE’S MOUTH Y’ALL THIS IS SOME REAL FUCKING SHIT LMAO GET WRECKED

so the guy is blowing up from the inside out. yeah that’s what you get for murdering Shouta’s childhood friend you piece of shit

and Shouta’s collapsing in exhaustion but happily shouting “SHIRAKUMO I DID IT” before he passes out. oh my god don’t tell me Kumo is already dead and Shouta just hallucinated his voice or some shit. THEN WHO WAS GOURD omg

oooooof here we go

[places both hands on Shouta’s shoulders and looks him dead in the eye] son I don’t know how to tell you this, but Shirakumo has been dead for twenty years

wow can someone just fucking tell Shouta already so he stops depressing everyone and making an idiot out of himself. geez how long are you all gonna stand around despondently shooting knowing looks at each other in the rain

so they’re picking up the gourd speaker thing and OF COURSE it’s visibly broken and there’s no possible way Kumo’s voice could have been coming out of it. especially since he has been dead for twenty years. here’s a picture of his grave. oh shit what’s that little grave right next to his?? OH MY GOD IT’S THE CAT. OH MY GOD

oh fuck me

Y’ALL REALLY DID THESE BABIES LIKE THAT. HORIKOSHI!! FURUHASHI!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW I WANT A WORD!!

so now Fire Hands, who is trying his best to be comforting but is just SO BAD AT IT, is all “Aizawa you went toe to toe with this thing and beat it YOURSELF!! ALL ALONE!!!” jesus christ I need a minute

OH DAMN A CALLBACK TO THE RAIN “THIS KINDA FITS OUR VIBE RIGHT NOW” LINE but now it’s saaaaaaaad oh no

I mean. I knew going in that this was going to be Aizawa’s sad childhood flashback about his friend Shirakumo whom something very terrible happened to. it’s not like I’m even surprised. I knew what I was getting myself into here. but damn that still hurts

do you guys think that having a permanent image of his best friend forever immortalized as a cheerful seventeen-year-old, and being forever haunted by the memory of that seventeen-year-old being cut down in the prime of his life, might have given Aizawa Shouta lasting trauma which carried over into his adulthood and makes him do desperately reckless things when children are at risk, such as leaping into battle against an army of villains all alone. dammit now I want to grab every single problem child of 1-A and shake them roughly and scream at them for all the sleepless nights they have doubtless caused this man

so now here he and Mic are both being sad

aww Mic. I’m sorry I keep wanting to punch you in the face. it’s just reflex

and now it’s one year later and the class is gearing up for the sports festival

well look who is almost fully done with his metamorphosis

you will soon be a beautiful butterfly

he is literally going to sleep in the middle of class. well depression makes people tired. sigh

he’s got his familiar goggles now! and he’s kicking FH’s ass and lecturing him on how to fight better. damn his character development is complete

and he’s helping FH to his feet aww. definitely boyfriends. this man gets around

his teachers now say that Shouta has gotten too complacent, if anything, and phones everything in once he knows he’s got a passing grade, and only gets passionate when it comes to practical exercises

and now we’re cutting to the gym and Shouta is indeed training passionately while Mic sits in the corner looking bummed. all these kids have been through far too much in their young lives

Shouta’s handing in his career aspiration form, and he wrote that he wants to start his own agency and focus on “fighting, and nothing else”

his scruffy facial hair is already starting to come in now. it’s true what they say, having a tragic past does indeed make you hotter

anyways but can we get this boy a hug!? anybody?? hello??!?

now they’re graduating and Shouta is disappearing in a poof of smoke and now there’s this big panel with flashbacks to his career up to the current point in Vigilantes!

and we’re back in the ~present~ and he’s telling Koichi to take good care of that cat. aaaand, I guess that’s that. geez. that was a lot

so there you go! the Aizawa flashbacks! they were very sad! all in all I really enjoyed them! so now, if Shirakumo isn’t actually dead (seeing as it’s a shounen manga that pays homage to comic books, so safe to say that People Not Actually Being Dead is a Certified Phenomenon, like it’s definitely a THING THAT CAN SOMETIMES HAPPEN), well then. tomorrow’s chapter is sure going to be interesting to say the least. lulz but maybe I’ve got it all wrong though. guess I’ll find out!

#bnha 253 #bnha vigilantes #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shirakumo oboro #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha vigilantes spoilers #makeste reads bnha #makeste reads vigilantes #the real question is what the hell ever happened to this prince guy #I refuse to believe he just disappeared off the face of the earth #how is he not a top ten hero #probably because he got knocked out by the toad villain in like two seconds #and his sixteen-year-old intern had to save his fabulous behind #well hats off to a legend #wherever he is now

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"Screw ups" - Damian Wayne x female!reader

Summary: The reader hates everything associated with love. No romance novels or movies would every cross and survive her path. She hates seeing couples kissing in public, hates seeing how her friends find their loving partners and only talk about that from then on but nevertheless she still tries to support them. But then she falls, she falls hard. And from all the people in the world it had to be Damian Wayne, her best friend. Someone she had sympathized with because he felt the same way about all this stuff. But now she wasn't sure anymore if she really hated all this stuff.

Warnings: swearing (reader swears A LOT in this)

Category: fluffy angst (?)

Words: about 11.000

Note: Reader and Damian are in their late teens/early adult years. They go to school/university together or something idk Note 2: I really tried to make Damian´s character authentic (even though it´s an AU … sort of) but I still think it´s kinda iffy ... but I guess it´s better now then before I rewrote some of it thanks to @quillsareswords advice of using thesaurus.com and rewatching the movies he was in. Nervertheless I hope whoever is reading this enjoys it since it was a lot of fun to write.

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"Screw ups” - Damian Wayne x fem!reader

"No way" you huffed and crossed your arms before your chest. One eyebrow was raise as you looked at your friends, one of them holding a DVD case out to you. Big white letters spelled out the title: Titanic. "You all know I hate these kinds of movies. I thought we had agreed to watch anything else during our movie nights?" You and your closest friend group decided a long time ago to meet at least once every two weeks to watch one movie together. Where you would meet cycled through the group at first but now you would just meet by the person who picked the movie that time. And one condition you established was: Every movie was allowed as long as it wasn't primarily a romance movie. You had to settle on 'primarily' because otherwise all your friends wouldn't have agreed. But Titanic definitely didn't fall into that. Under no circumstances would you ever watch it. Your friends looked at themselves and snickered before turning back to you. "You really thought we didn't notice?" Confused you narrowed your eyes. Something was up. "Notice what?" "Oh my god, you really think we are blind, don't you?" one of them said with a shocked face. You couldn't tell if it was staged or not. But what you knew was that you probably wouldn't like the path this conversation was heading. "What the hell are you talking about?" You slowly grew annoyed, especially when your friends began to giggle again. "We saw you listening to 'All of Me' from John Legend." In an instant your eyes widen and you could feel your cheeks getting hot. Fuck. "No, you didn't! You couldn't... because I don't listen to that crap" you stumbled over your own words as you tried to deny it. But you had already lost the debate because it was true and they knew it already. "Don't try to deny it, (Y/N)" one said. "Yeah, we all saw the way you look at him." It felt like your heart stopped beating for a second. Your hands and feet suddenly felt so cold while you could feel the heat rising inside your chest towards your cheeks again. Fucking dammit, why were you blushing so goddamn much? "Who?" was the only thing you could say even though you already knew the answer. And they knew it too. "Who? You really think we are blind and dumb!" one of your friends said with pouty lips. "Who, you ask? Gotham's one and only billionaire's son Dam-" before they could finish their sentence you put your hands over their mouth, shushing them. "Don't you dare say it out loud! I'm not looking at anyone!" "Ow, it's so cute how you still try to deny it." You growled, the awkward heat from before was replaced with hot rage. "I'm not fucking cute! And everything you say and think is not true!" Good, why were you still trying to deny it? It had no use anyway. They would never let it go. They would never let you go. "It's so heartwarming!" "You definitely have to join us on a double date!" "I can't believe I'm living to this day! Witnessing (Y/N) having a crush." "But why did it have to be Damian? He's so cold." "No, they match perfectly! Two stones that will warm each other’s heart." "Stop it!" you yelled. "It's not cute or heartwarming it's fucking humiliating. I don't like it one bit and would gladly change my feelings back." It was silent for a few seconds before all your friends faces stretched into huge smiles. "She admitted it! She said she has feelings!" You only groaned and let yourself fall onto the coach before the TV, no longer listening to all their chit-chat. You knew you shouldn't have listened to that sappy song in public. Even with your headphones on it was stupid of you. Now they would never let it go. Oh god, they will make you watch all their favorite romance movies! And talk about their relationships endlessly. About dates they went on or poems they found and liked. Yikes. No, only because your body made you feel this way whenever you saw him didn't mean you suddenly liked all this shit. It was still fucking annoying and dumb. It was still something you didn't want for yourself. Of course you loved your friends but that was something completely different. For them you would do almost everything. You listened to them when they told you about their partners or dates and you always tried to be supportive. And you did the same for Damian. He was your best friend even though your body, your feelings demanded more. But you still didn't like it. You hated it. You would never watch a romantic movie or read a romance novel. You would never get roses and put them into a vase to see them slowly die over a few days. You would never run through the world tinted in pink. But you couldn't help it sometimes. You had found that song on accident. And you wanted to click it away but then you heard the first few words and it lulled you in. It made you feel like a prisoner. But it felt so good too. God, you were disgusting. "Guys, guys! We have a problem." Your eyes darted back to your friends who still stood in a circle and talked excited about you. "What?" You bend forward a little and worried what they were plotting again. "(Y/N) will never ever act on her feelings! She will never confess!" Oh no. You stood up before anyone else could speak up. All the attention was back on you. "No way, don't you dare tell him anything about this." "Oh, you admitted it to be him!" They started giggling … again. You huffed. "Okay, yeah I have a crush on Damian. So what? It's not like he will return it. So you better not tell him anything or I will make you pay. I don't want to lose the only friend that shares the same view about all this crap. All this feelings bullshit is only complicating everything and I'm just waiting for it to pass." All your friends that looked so excited only a few seconds ago now looked sad. They pitied you. One stretched their arm put towards you but you backed away. "God, I can't deal with this shit today. Go watch your movie without me. I'm leaving." You stormed to the door, grabbed your jacket while running and threw it on you before shutting the door behind you. Today was definitely not your day and you couldn't wait for it to end.

_________________________________ Oh, but the next day wasn't better in the slightest. All of your friends spammed your group chat with all kind of 'lovely' pictures they had found on the internet together with 'subtle' messages about love and feelings. You knew what they were trying to do. They wanted you to confess. But that would never happen. You would never let that happen. You silenced the chat and distracted you with anything else. There were a few clothing pieces that maybe needed to be cleaned? You did the laundry. You found dust on your dresser? You cleaned the whole apartment. Your favorite show was on TV? You dropped everything else and escaped into it. Well, your distraction held as long as your phone was silent because after maybe four or five episodes it dinged. You grabbed it, a little confused since you had silenced the group chat for 8 hours, but the message that now held your focus wasn't from your friends´ chat it was from your chat with Damian. Without knowing what it was about your heart began to beat faster and you could feel a small smile form on your lips. Shaking your head you tried to suppress it. 'Stop it, no. Don't be stupid.' But your body didn't obey you. You opened his chat:

"Are you ready?" A confused frown adorned your face. "Ready for what?" you texted back. It only took a few seconds for him to respond. "The art museum." Oh shit. Your eyes grew wide. In your struggle to forget all that feelings bullshit and Damian you actually forget the agreed meeting with Damian today. You looked at the clock: it's almost quarter past two and you were supposed to meet at two o'clock sharp. "Fuck." "I knew you would forget it." That somehow hurt even though you knew Damian was always rather blunt so he often said something hurtful he didn´t intend to be. Though, you also knew yourself to be pretty forgetful. But it wasn't often that you completely forgot a planned meeting. Most of the time you just forgot how long you had to walk or drive to arrive to the agreed place so you would almost always arrive there late. But you would arrive. "I'm sorry. Tell me where you are and I'll be there in a minute!" He didn't respond but you still saw that he was online. Impatiently you waited for any kind of reaction that didn't come. Then suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised you jumped a little and then slowly made your way towards the door. Opening it you had to look up to greet the person standing behind it. "Hello, (Y/N)" Damian said with a smirk. "Hey" you were only able to say and stepped aside to let him in. Closing the door afterwards you stood still for a second, pressed your eyes close and tried to calm your breathing before turning around to face him. "I'm so sorry, I was doing so much stuff today I completely lost track of the time." He waved you off. "It´s alright. I intended to pick you up anyway since Alfred isn´t driving us today. Your absentmindedness fitted very well into it." You huffed, crossed your arms before your chest and raised one eyebrow. "I'm not that forgetful" you stated annoyed and a little hurt. But you tried to remind yourself that he didn´t mean it that way. ´Pull yourself together and start thinking again!´ "Not normally at least" you added, dropped your arms to your sides and walked past him to your room. "Let me change and we can be on our way." You looked at yourself through the mirror on your bedroom wall: baggy shirt and sweatpants. Nothing unusual, nothing Damian hadn't seen you in before but you felt a little embarrassed anyway. 'Stupid, mushy feelings.' Opening your dresser you grabbed anything else to wear. "How was movie night yesterday?" Damian's voice rang through the living room to your ears. "I left early" you stated in a matter-of-fact manner and tossed the baggy shirt on your bed. "Why is that?" You groaned before putting on the new top. Stripping yourself of your sweatpants you also tossed them away before opening your wardrobe and grabbing clean looking jeans. You also put them on and then left your room after one final check in the mirror. Damian had took a seat on your couch and turned around to look at you. "They tried to make me watch titanic" you finally answered him. You made a gaging sound which made Damian snicker. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your phone and keys. "Now come on let's go, I kept you waiting long enough." _________________________________ The museum was more entertaining than you thought when you agreed to go. Well, you couldn't really decline since you had chosen last time and Damian definitely didn't like what you made him do. You had dragged him to Gotham's fair. And even though you sometimes forgot he was the son of Bruce Wayne the general public definitely didn't. Most of the time he just tried to escape the paparazzi while he left you to yourself. He said he didn't want you to be involved with all this stuff and you gladly agreed. You didn't have to end up on the front page of every tabloid of Gotham. "Who is Damian Wayne's new girlfriend?" "Gold digger alert! Someone is throwing themselves at the billionaire's youngest son." God, you wouldn't be able to take a breath without them writing about it. At first you just grew more annoyed by them by the second but at the end of the day you were mostly sad that you couldn't really enjoy the time together. That's why he wore slightly more casual clothes than he would usual wear right now. He didn't want the day to end like the last time the two of you tried to have fun. And lucky for both of you nobody seemed to notice or care, at least for now. But what was undoubtedly boring was looking at all of the drawings. Damian wouldn't leave out even one! And when you questioned him about it and if it was fun to him he only responded with one of his typical sayings: "I wasn't raised to have fun." In the past you were a little surprised and worried whenever he would say something like that especially because he never would provide any specific reasoning or any kind of explanation even if you asked him directly. But now you only raised one eyebrow at him before deciding to change his grouchy mindset. So that´s why you decided to make it a little more entertaining for yourself and him. While Damian still mostly tried to figure out the deeper meaning of the pictures you just blurted out the first thing you thought about when looking at them with the goal of making him laugh and have fun even if it´s only for a little while. Currently the two of you were looking at Jean-Honoré Fragonard's 'The Swing' and once again you just couldn't stop yourself. "It should have been called 'The S-Wingman'." Damian turned around to look at you rather irritated. "Don't look at me like that. Look!" you pointed to a man on the right side of the picture almost engulfed into the shadows. He was holding some strings that were attached to the swing the lady was sitting on. "They definitely planed it so the other one could look up her skirt." Even though he really didn't want to Damian couldn't suppress his laughter completely. Low grunts left his lips before he groaned in annoyance. "You are insufferable. Why am I tormenting myself with you?" You punched him in the rips playfully and staged a wounded look. "How dare you insult me, you arrogant prick" you said with a vain sounding voice. "You just don't get the higher understanding of art, fucking loser" you joked. Damian huffed under his breath: "Watch your tone." You knew he didn't like it whenever he heard you cussing but well, he just had to get over it. Besides, you already were swearing a lot less when you were around him then when you were with anyone else. "Deal with it, Wayne."

You two kept joking around when you suddenly saw something reflecting in the corner of your eye. You turned towards it only slightly before realizing what or better who it was. A man with a far too obvious disguise and a big camera -far too professional to be a tourist's camera- was looking at the two of you. With worry in your eyes you tugged at Damian's sleeve to get his attention and then mouthed 'paparazzo' as soon as he looked at you. He noticed them only a second later. Grabbing your arm he walked into the crowd, trying to lose the man following you. Damian fell into a sprint as soon as you both left the room the paparazzo was still in. He directed you to an almost empty room in which a new, only temporary artwork was standing in: a weird constellation of mirrors. It looked like a mirror cabinet. But what you also noticed was that this room didn't have another exit. Before you could ask Damian what his plan was he dragged you along with him again. It was this moment you realized that it didn't just look like a mirror cabinet, it was a mirror cabinet. And you would be hiding in it. Well, at least that seemed to have been Damian's plan. The only problem: it wasn't constructed to be a functioning mirror cabinet. There was only one way leading right through it with only one small corner in which you would be out of view. This meant that the two of you were now tightly pressed against each other, trying to fit into the small space. With Damian's rather big frame? Almost impossible. You never were so glad you were smaller than someone else because if you would have met his height you would have had to press your face against his. And with your current feelings bullshit? God that would have been a living hell. But maybe that would have been better than being almost squeezed to death by his chest. You were never so close to him before. You could feel every muscle under his shirt move, his heart beating and his breath on your head. You tried to breathe in deep to calm yourself down but that only made it more awkward since you now knew exactly what he smelled like. 'God, please somebody end me right here and now!' An annoyed almost helpless sounding grunt left your lips which only made Damian press further into the corner. "Be quiet! If he finds us now the headlines will never end" he hissed. You tried to look up at him, squeezed your head past his chest and caught his eyes. "It was your fucking idea to hide here in this awkward position!" you whisper-yelled and glared at him. God, you could feel the heat rising up in you again. 'Not cool, body' you thought. You were definitely blushing right now. Then your eyes widen in realization. "When do we know that he left?" Well, you didn't. You stayed in that position for too many minutes. After you almost had a heart attack Damian finally moved and let you breathe out deeply in relief. "Anyone out there?" you asked but didn't move. Somehow you couldn't, you were frozen in fear of stumbling. Damian shook his head and turned towards you again. He laughed a little. "God, if someone would have found us..." "We would have seemed like the most disgusting couple ever!" you finished his sentence out of reflex and laughed as well. You were such a mess right now. Your emotions were on a roller-coaster and your knees weak. 'Pathetic.' "TT, ironic." You giggled. Yes, giggled. You never giggled. You laughed, you grunted, you grinned, you smirked but never ever in your life before had you ever been giggling. You had to leave this place right now. "Let's get out of here" you said. Still snickering -you somehow didn't seem to be able to stop- you grabbed his wrist and dragged him along. Maybe some fresh air would calm you down. _________________________________ After leaving the museum -you promised Damian to go there with him some other time since he couldn't finish his walk through- you found your way to the nearest park. Unfortunately so did many couples too. Since it was the one nice day in Gotham many decided to go picnicking. Your thoughts were literally split in half. On the one hand you bickered with Damian about how insufferable they all were and how you hated all this sappy nonsense -and you really did hate it- but on the other hand you wished it to be the two of you sitting on a blanket, looking deeply into each other's eyes, kissing. Shaking your head you forced yourself to stop. You whished all this feelings would just stop. It would only end up ruining everything. You didn't want to lose your best friend just because of some chemicals in your body that made you feel and act like a complete idiot. You needed something to distract yourself. Don't think about the people around you. Don't think about what they do and how much you would like to do that too currently. Don't think about Damian in this way! Stop! "Are you alright, (Y/N)?" You flinched, caught off guard and looked up. You had stopped moving so Damian was a few feet in front of you. He examined you with one eyebrow raised and waited for a response. The green of his eyes looked so vivid in this moment it completely sucked you in. You were definitely starring. "Ye-yeah, everything's fine." You cursed yourself silently for stuttering. 'Get your shit together!' "Just lost in thought." Your eyes wandered behind Damian and you stopped talking. Today was not your day. Before you could speak up, grab Damian and leave or do literally anything it was already too late. "(Y/N)!" one of your friends yelled. They were running towards you now, with huge smiles on their faced that read ´Got'cha´. Damian looked confused but also vaguely pissed off before he turned around. You walked up to him, standing next to him now before your friends could reached the two of you. Damian greeted them briefly but you just glared at them with a death stare. 'Don't you dare!' 'Oh, we dare.' "Hey Damian!" your friends greeted back. "What a coincidence meeting you here!" "Why are you all here?" you asked sternly. Some began to snicker. Oh, something was up. They had something planned. "After our movie night yesterday we decided to make it a surprise sleepover. And because of the nice weather we then decided to go walk around town together" one explained. "We would have asked you to join but we knew you were busy." You nodded. For only a split second all your friends looked at themselves before shifting their attention back to you and Damian. They had agreed on something silently you just knew it. "That reminds me" one started and stared at Damian while continuing to talk. "How was your da-" "Great" you interrupted immediately before they could finish their sentence. Oh. My. God. They really dared to do it. They wanted to make you confess or they would do it for you. You could feel your cheeks heat up again. Fuck. You hoped Damian didn´t notice anything but knowing him now for quite some time he probably already suspected something was up. One quick glance from the corner of your eye confirmed it. His eyebrows were knitted while his eyes darted between your friends. He was already trying to put the pieces together. "Great" you repeated. "Except for one paparazzo following us." "Oh, how unfortunate." You could have smelled the sarcasm from across the street. You knew what they meant. You had told them about the last meeting with Damian. And they knew what a picture would have caused and thought that that maybe would make you confess. Oh, but you won't break. You just couldn't. "Hey, how about you two join us?" one suggested. "Yeah! We are on the search for some ice-cream right now. Come with us." You wanted to decline immediately but that would have made Damian even more suspicious. So you pressed your lips together and looked up at him. You asked him silently with one raised eyebrow if he would like to join your friends. He knew how they were. He knew their tendency to talk about all the stuff you two disliked. So you hoped he would decline for you but he didn't. He shrugged his shoulders and said: "Whatever." Which basically meant he just gave his approval. 'Goddammit, Damian you will be the death of me!' You sighted and nodded. "Okay."

You never felt so exhausted while being with your friends. You were always on the watch, listening to what they said ready to intervene if necessary. But they only teased you, you knew it. They used weird words that had never left their mouths before -code words- which only made you even more paranoid. You were considering killing them. Well, not really. But you wanted to get back at them so bad for making this so hard for you. You had thought they noticed how much you hated your current situation but it seemed like they didn't care. You felt yourself drifting away in your thoughts so you shook your head. 'Come on, focus!' You couldn’t let them tell him. Then suddenly one of your friends squealed in excitement which made you jump in surprise. "Look! So sweet." You followed their sight to see a man proposing to his girlfriend. Of course, all your friends would like that. They began to swoon over it and talking about how they wished this for themselves too. "Uh, yikes" you said under your breath and crossed your arms. Someone pricked you in the side which made you turn around. But only Damian was standing to your right and his arms were tightly pressed against his sides. He felt your gaze and turned towards you. Immediately you could feel your cheeks getting hot. You looked away, now staring at the ground. Digging your nails into the flesh of your arms you focused only on your breathing. Or at least you tried to. Your thoughts were torturing you. You could only think about Damian. About his eyes, how they shined in the summer sun like all the hues of nature. Like the kind of sparking green of the grass that fought its way to the surface after a cruel, unforgiving winter. About his inky hair which reminded you of the pelt of a black wolf. Groomed but somehow still a little intentional messy in the most mystical, dangerous way. About his smell that hadn't left your nose since the museum. Fresh and woody like nature but with hints of his oil paints you knew he always used. But there had been something else, something more, something tougher. Wouldn't you know it better you would almost say he smelled a little bit like steel too. You thought about how his body felt pressed against your own, his heat slowly passing over to you, the beating of his heart. "Earth to (Y/N). Hello?" You blinked rapidly and looked up. You were surrounded by your friends who looked at you with staged concern. They tried to suppress their wicked grins. How did they know what you were thinking about? What the hell was going on? "Your face is so red, are you alright?" "Do you need something to drink? Sit down?" "We don't want you to have a heatstroke." You shushed them by shaking your head, your arms dropped to your sides. "No, don't worry. I'm not having a heatstroke" you said. But your friends wouldn't let you be. Of course not. They had a mission to fulfill. "Well, what else could it be?" One touched your forehead and cheeks. "You feel really hot." "If it's not a heatstroke what else?" "Are you upset?" "Were you thinking about something?" "Or someone?" You froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Now your friends didn't even try to suppress their grins. They had you cornered. "What are you talking about?" you said in a dismissive manner. Your hands began to get sweaty and your heart beat faster than ever before. You felt dizzy and angry and anxious. Damian's presence didn't make it easier for you since you could feel him beside you, his gaze burning on your skin. How could you escape this situation? God, what to say? What to do? "Well, if it's not a heatstroke maybe you are just blushing." Your eyes grew wide. Oh fuck. "N-no" you wanted to add more, say more but your throat felt so tight, you couldn't speak up. Out of instinct you tried to back away only to pump into someone. You didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Damian, the grins of your friends already told you so. You flinched away from him, afraid of his touch. No, you couldn't let it happen. You held your hands up defensively trying to get some distance between you and him. "Are you feeling alright?" Wouldn't you know it any better you would have thought that Damian was hurt about your reaction. But your mind probably just played you tricks. "Oh, (Y/N)'s peachy" one of your friends said and hung an arm over your shoulder. "Hasn't she told you?" another added. Damian looked at you confused but you couldn't meet his gaze. You felt so helpless and idiotic. Why did you tell your friends? Why didn't you just deny it? Why were you stuttering? "No" Damian said a little wary. He also seemed pretty helpless but you were on a completely different level. You were absolutely with no doubt on the highest anxiousness and nervousness level with no clue what to do to prevent what was coming. "Well" another friend began and also put their arm around you. "Our little Miss 'Love is bullshit' has a-" "Stop!" you bellowed while breaking free from your friends grasps. Hot rage bubbled inside of you. "What the hell is wrong with you? You are supposed to be my friends! " Your breathing was livid. "I can't believe I'm dealing with you all!" You tugged at your hair, trying to not break out in tears right then and there. That would only be embarrassing. Not that all this wasn't deeply embarrassing anyway. "God, I-why... Aah!" you yelled not knowing what else to do, turned around, turned away from your friends and stormed of. Or at least you tried to. You only got away a few feet before someone stopped you. Damian had run after you and now stood in your way. Looking up at him you prayed you wouldn't start crying. "What's your problem?" he asked still pretty confused but now also annoyed. The day hadn't gone as he planned or imagined it to go. "Nothing" you tried to sound dismissing but your voice broke at the end. "I see something is bothering you so don´t try lying." "It's nothing!" you said anyway, clenched your teeth and walked around him. You had to get out of here. You had let it went too far even though you knew all this feelings stuff would destroy everything you had. You doubled your fists, biting your tongue. "Stop avoiding it, stop avoiding me and tell me!" Damian yelled behind you. You could hear his footsteps following you. "Let me be!" But he didn't. He leaped forward and grabbed your shoulders, turning you around in the progress. His gaze was intense, sucked you in again. No! You shook your head. You couldn't. "Cut it and talk to me" he began. "What's your problem?" "You." The word had left your mouth without thinking. "What-" he started but was interrupted by you. "You are my fucking problem!" you screamed and regretted it immediately. Your eyes went wide and you covered your mouth with your hands. You could hear your friends gasp. Their plan hadn't gone like they imagined either. God, you were an idiot. What the hell were you doing! Your changes were now definitely ruined, not that you had any to begin with. "What did I do that makes me so repulsive to you? Everything seemed fine before" Damian said and let you go. Now you were pretty sure he felt hurt even though he didn´t show it directly. The way his eyes hardened to shut you out told you everything. You stepped back a little, shocked about what and how you said it. "Dami- God, that's not-" you stuttered and stumbled over your own words again. Tugging at your hair you groaned helplessly. ´What the hell, it´s too late now anyway. Might just give him the truth now.´ "You make me act like such a loser and I hate it and I love it at the same time" You just said not really knowing you were the one speaking. And when you noticed what you said it was already too late because you no longer could stop the flow of words leaving your mouth. "I have a crush on you." Nobody said anything for a few seconds before you spoke up again. "And I hate it!" you didn't look up, too afraid of meeting his gaze. "I fucking hate the way you make me feel. I hate to feel the heat bubbling inside of me. I hate that it had to be you because I don't want to lose the thing we had before I fucked it up. I don't want to become one of those couples I despised whenever I see them making out in public. And at the same time I do! I want to touch you, be around you, look at you, kiss and kill you simultaneously for making my feel this way. I-" you couldn’t think about anything else you could or should add. You looked up, looked at his green eyes and just waited for any kind of reaction that didn't come. He seemed frozen, maybe even shocked. You had never seen Damian caught off guard, startled like a deer in headlights, unable to form any responds. Not even a disgusted "pathetic" left his lips, something you were sure he would say after your confession because you knew how he felt about all this. You knew him more than he maybe realized. And maybe that was what had brought your downfall. You let him get to close to you. You were at fault. You were the one ruining everything because of your stupid feelings. "I should go" you said, turned away from him and walked away. You ran so fast you didn't even hear your friends yell after you. You didn't even see them while turning away because hot tears clouded your vision. The only thought on your mind during your run home was that you fucked it up. You fucked up badly. _________________________________ "Just let this day end already" you begged while tossing and turning in bed. It was late, something after midnight but your mind wouldn't shut up, wouldn't let you drift off into a peaceful sleep. You were far to rattled. Why had you told him? Why hadn't you just sucked it up and continued to pretend everything was alright? ´Because you had wanted him to pull you towards him. You wanted him to hug you, hold you and do all those stupid things you never thought you would like.´ Groaning you threw away your blanket and stood up. Grabbing your hoodie that was laying on the floor you put it and your shoes on. You took your phone from the nightstand and walked to the window. The cold night air that hit you after opening it made you shiver slightly. You buried yourself deeper into the comforting warmth of the hoodie and climbed through the window and to the fire escape. A small sight escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the fresh night air on your skin. It wasn't often that Gotham felt so peaceful. You turned your head and looked up. Only three stories higher and you would be in the roof, your safe zone. Climbing up the metal ladder was easy, cold but easy. Your hands shivered after you reached the roof but it was definitely worth it. You loved to look over the city from your point. The building you were living in was definitely not the highest, so you couldn't see everything from above but you liked it anyway. You could sit on the edge all night, watching the streetlights flicker and listening to your music. It made you forget where you were, where you lived and how bad it got sometimes. But now the city was uncharacteristically quiet. Only one police siren was audible from your location. It was so far away you couldn't even see the red and blue lights flicker through the streets. You sat down on the edge and unlocked your phone. Opening the music app you pressed the random button. You had gone up to the roof to forget this day, to try to get your mind at ease but of course one of those sappy songs you were listening to currently was the one that was selected. A song you would have hated a few weeks prior but now you only rolled your eyes, locked your phone and listened to it. The soft tones danced through the night air and slowly but surely made you relax. You still couldn't stop thinking about today but it didn't feel so suffocating anymore. Sighting you let yourself fall backwards, now lying flat on the roof so you could look up at the sky. The beauty of today's day was still holding on which meant that not that many clouds were covering the sky so you could look at the stars. Everything was peaceful up there and you probably would have fallen asleep if someone hadn't interrupted your peace of mind. "What are you doing?" You flinched and jumped up in surprise. Turning around you met the white lenses of non-other than Batman's sidekick: Robin. "God fucking dammit, you almost gave me a heart attack" you cussed and turned back towards the edge, looking at the city again. "Not very heroic of you." The vigilante only huffed. "I asked you something." "Why do you care? It doesn't concern you anyway but if I'm planning something evil I will let you know, don't worry" you spat, not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Why was he here anyway? Didn't he have better things to do? "Shouldn't you run around town, I don't know, safe some people and stuff." You could hear faint steps coming closer to you. Peeking from the corners of your eyes you looked at him. He stood beside you, his arms crossed and jaw clenched. You had never been this close to any of Gotham's heroes before which was a good thing because normally that would mean you were in serious trouble and needed saving. But nothing was going on here so you didn't really know why he was with you right now. "Gotham is quiet today" was the only thing he responded to your question. You huffed, placed your arms on your knees and laid your head in your hands. Dangling your legs you let your eyes wander over Gotham but the vigilante beside you seemed to be on high alert since he looked around profusely. "Sit down and hold still you are making me twitchy" you said while darting your eyes back forward. It took a few seconds then he finally let himself relax a bit. He sat down with a few feet of distance and took his hood of. Immediately his dark hair got caught by the gentle wind and framed his sharp face. "You still haven't answered my question" he said after a while. "I have to disagree, I gave you an answer but it just wasn't the one you were looking for" you stated matter of factly. Robin groaned in response. You tried to concentrate on anything else, on your music that was still playing, on the cold air tingling the back of your neck, on the hard ground you were sitting on. Anything that would make you forget and relax again. "What are you listening to?" Robin asked and broke the comforting silence again. You darted him an irritated look. Why wouldn't he leave you alone? "I don't know, I pressed the random button." You answered in hope he would shut up then. But he didn't. "What's your name?" "Why should I tell you?" Robin turned towards you now as well. "Because I asked" he said likewise annoyed. "You wouldn't tell me yours if I asked so..." you responded half-heartedly and turned away. You could hear police sirens echoing through the streets again somewhere in the distance. "Why are you up here?" "Why do you care?" "Why are you so dismissive?" You looked at him. Your annoyance slowly turned into anger. "I don't know you and frankly I don't really want to talk to you or anyone right now. So maybe just do me a favor and fuck off." Robin didn't say anything but he also didn't move. An annoyed grunt left your lips. "Something is on your mind" he said without looking at you. "What's your fucking problem?" you hissed which made him knit his eyebrows, or at least you interpreted it in that way since his brows were covered by his mask. His jaw was clenched tightly again as if he had to suppress something he wanted to say. "What is my problem? You are the one being uncommunicative" he snarled back at you, his white lenses narrowed. You straightened your back and glared at him. "I didn't ask for your time. And maybe all those vigilante activities made you deaf or something but I don't want to talk to you" you said dwelling the last words very clearly annoyed. "I had a bad day- no I had a bad weekend and I just want to be alone right now." Robin's face softened a bit. He still seemed pretty annoyed but his jaw wasn't clenched anymore and his eyebrows relaxed slightly. "But maybe talking about it would help" he said quietly without pressuring you to answer him for once. You groaned and let yourself fall backwards again. One arm draped over your eyes. "I fucked up badly" you said no longer able to hold it in you. "I confessed something to my best friend and probably ruined our friendship." "Why do you think that?" You lifted your arm up to look at the vigilante again. "If I'm answering your questions you have to answer mine as well" you demanded. Robin hesitated. "Don't worry I won't ask you anything about your real self. Besides you don't have to tell me anyway if you don't want to answer a question." He still didn't say anything for a while before sighting: "Deal." You grinned in victory before letting your face fall blank again. "Why are you here? And don't come at me with 'Gotham is quiet'. You could relax at home or something but you are here. Why?" you asked but no answer was heard. Robin wasn't looking at you anymore, his eyes were wandering over the rooftops of Gotham's buildings. "I had a rough day, too. I think someone is angry with me" he responded finally. "Someone told me something important today and I think I didn't react properly and hurt their feelings in the process." You huffed. "You probably should have explained it better to them then." You could hear an almost inaudible, irritated sight coming from Robin. "They weren't listening." "Well, maybe they should have heard you out then." "They couldn't. They ran away before I was able to speak up." A weird feeling crept over you, something strangely familiar. You searched for his gaze but he was still looking straight forward. "Well, maybe they just couldn't stand what they imagined the answer would have been." The two of you were silent after that, nobody dared or wanted to speak anymore. After a while you grabbed your phone and looked at the time: almost two in the morning and you had to go to school tomorrow. Sighting you stood up. "I'm going to sleep, I have school tomorrow" you said and walked to the fire escape but turned towards the vigilante one last time. "Maybe you should too. Whoever you really are you probably still have a normal life." He nodded in response and also stood up. Walking to the other side of the building he grabbed his grappling hook. "Good night" he said before shooting it to a higher building. He was gone before you were able to respond. _________________________________ Waking up the next day -or rather four hours later- you felt awful. You just wanted to go back to sleep but you couldn't miss school today even though you really didn't want to walk into Damian today. Or every again for that matter. So that's why you avoided him all day. You walked to class not waiting for him -what you would have done normally- and ran out of the room before he could approach you. You felt so silly doing that but you just didn't have any other options. Your friends tried to talk to you but you avoided them too. Still too pissed at them for what they did. Or for what they made you do. Today was a living hell but after the last two days you could almost say you accustomed to it. You were only able to relax the moment you shut your apartment door closed behind you. Breathing in deeply you let yourself fall onto the bed and fell asleep immediately. You woke up hours later, the sun was already beginning to set when you realized you had still a lot of stuff to do. Groaning you stood up and dealt with everything. You even had enough energy to cook something. After you cleaned everything up you looked at the clock. It already was pretty late and completely dark outside but because of your nap you didn't feel tired. Sighting you decided to go up to the roof again. To your surprise somebody else already was on it when you arrived there. "What are you doing here again?" you asked while hoisting yourself up over the edge and sat down beside him. "Enjoying the view" Robin answered but you could swear you heard uncertainty in his voice. You arched one eyebrow at him. "For real?" you couldn’t help but ask in a sarcastic manner. "Pretty sure." "Why here? I've seen your grappling hook yesterday" you started and looked forward to the city. "You could swing up to Wayne Tower and not sit on this pathetic copy of a roof." A low sight left his lips. "What would be the difference?" "A magnificent view over all of Gotham?" you shot back. He only muttered something under his breath that sounded an awfully lot like ´Whatever´. You however would love to see this entire city from above. "I bet you would be so high up that you'd be able to breathe clean, fresh air" you sighted now fully engulfed within your imagination. "Seeing all of Gotham's lights flicker, being close to the stars. You probably would even be able to see the ocean." "Do you want to go there?" Your eyes snapped to Robin who was also looking at you. "What?" you asked and blinked confused. "Do you want to go to the roof of Wayne Tower?" he repeated. You still were a little shocked with his proposition. "Well, yeah. It would be cool but I don't think-" "I can bring you there" he uttered directly. Your eyes shone in excitement. You didn't even care that he had interrupted you. "Hell yeah!" He stood up with a smirk and held his hand out to you. You were only hesitant for a second before accepting it. "Hold on tight" he said and pulled you towards him. A little awkward you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were one hundred percent certain he would twine one arm around your waist but luckily for him he didn't dare to do it. But would you even be able to hold your weight all alone? Before you could speak up to tell him your concern he already shot the hook to the next building. You felt your body being pulled forward so you hold on as tight as possible. You just had to be able to do it on your own. "That was awesome!" you declared a little out of breath. It had been absolutely amazing swinging through Gotham but at the same time it had been a little terrifying too. Now the two of you were standing on the very top of Wayne Enterprises. Your legs were a little shaky but that didn't stop you from slowly creeping to the edge. Sitting down you let your eyes wander over the whole of Gotham, enjoyed the fresh air and wind blowing through your hair. "Damn" you were only able to say. Gotham was a shithole through and through but at night with the flickering street lights and so high up you couldn't hear the police sirens it felt really peaceful. You stared into the distance when your eyes widen. "You really can see the ocean from here" you whispered. You were so stunned you didn't even notice Robin taking place next to you with almost no distance between you two. Well, after your swinging adventure it really wasn't necessary anymore. But because he was so close now and before you were able to smell the leather of his uniform, the steel of his katana that was attached to his hip and a faint scent of wood and nature that hung on him like a shadow. The strange feeling from yesterday slowly fought its way to the surface again. "You didn't have to bring me here, I wasn't exactly nice to you yesterday but thank you" you finally broke the silence. He only grunted in response. You guessed that he wasn't angry at you and if he was he could have just dropped you earlier. "How are things?" you started again. "With them, I mean." Robin shrugged his shoulders. "I think they're still upset with me" he said still not looking at you. "They avoided me all day." "I'm sorry but maybe they just aren't ready to talk about it?" you suggested. "Why do you think that?" You scratched your neck uncomfortably. "Well, I kind of did the same thing" you muttered. "What happened between you and your best friend?" Robin asked and you remembered that you didn't really tell him. "I-Ehm" you spoke up but stopped. "God, it's so embarrassing and fucking stupid." You buried your head in your hands. "Watch your tone" Robin muttered under his breath and bit his lips immediately afterwards. You just ignored it and rolled your eyes. "I confessed to him that I have a crush on him" you finally said. Why were you even telling him that? Well, he didn't know you so he hopefully wouldn't judge you. "And I hate it so much" you continued. "Why is that?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. "Because I hate this mushy feelings nonsense. All my other friends are very romantic and bubbly about this topic and I just can't stand it. Or I used to at least. God, I don't know anymore. But he was the only one that got me. We could walk around Gotham and bicker about all those couples, make jokes about how disgusting it was, how neither of us liked or wanted that for ourselves. But then of course I had to catch feelings and it had to be him. And my friends found out and teased me and hinted on hit while he was there and..." you had to stop yourself to take a breath. You were definitely rambling. "And I ended up confessing and messed our friendship up." You lifted your head up but didn't look at Robin. Somehow you didn't dare to. For a few moments you only tried to calm yourself down again, breathing in deeply and staring at the lights of the city. "And I don't have the courage to face him" you finished your ramble. Robin reached one hand out to you but stopped before he touched you. Instead he pressed one finger against his earpiece and furrowed his brows. You stared at him from the corner of your eye. "Yes, I will be there shortly" he said to whoever was on the other end of the line before turning his attention back to you. "I'm sorry but I have to go" he said and stood up, holding his hand out to you again. You took it without hesitating this time and wrapped your arms around his neck again. No time to waste since he was needed somewhere and you didn´t want to be the one to keep him away when he was needed. You landed on your roof only a few minutes later, no shaking legs this time. You let go of Robin who opened his mouth but didn't speak up. Probably because he was listening to the message through his ear piece again so you just waited. "Yeah, I'm only a few streets away" he answered the person and then looked back at you. "Go inside, something is up only a few blocks from here" he ordered. You only huffed. "I can handle it if something should happen here" you responded and crossed your arms over your chest. Robin´s lenses narrowed. "I didn't ask." For a few seconds the two of you just stared at each other passive aggressively before you rolled your eyes and nodded, giving your okay. You could hear police sirens coming closer. Something big really must be happening only around the corner. Robin had turned towards the sound and grabbed his hook. But before shooting it he turned towards you one last time with some of his dark hair fallen into his face. "Good night and stay safe, (Y/N)" he said and disappeared in a hurry. "I-" you started and frowned but he was already gone. "I never told him my name." You sat on your roof quietly for a few more minutes even though you agreed you would go inside, his smell still in your nose and the picture of his black, messed up hair in your mind. The smell. A tough smell of leather and steel mixed with the softness of nature and freshly cut wood. And if you weren't imagining things he also smelled a little like oil too. "Oil?" you wondered. Then your eyes widen in realization. "Oh, fuck." _________________________________ How did you not realize it sooner? The voice. The way he spoke. How he didn't leave you alone on the first day of your meeting. His height and appearance. How he reminded you of your foul mouth. Finally his smell and him knowing your name. To say you were livid would have been an understatement but you somehow also felt really numb since you connected the dots. You stayed at home today. You didn't dare to go to school today. But now you were sitting on the roof again, hoping he would show up. But the time went on and everything kept quiet. 'Maybe something happened he had to deal with today' you thought while dangling your legs over the edge. It was already a few hours after midnight and even though you were rather tired and yawning profusely you would stay on the roof all night if you had to. The soft tunes of some random song were lulling you in again, so much that you didn't hear him landing behind you. "You´re still up" he said in a stunned voice but not questioningly. It was more of an objective statement. Nevertheless it made you turn around in shock. "Can you like not do that every time you come here?" you asked and pressed one hand against your wildly beating heart. Even though you didn't really know what the real reason was. His arrival or simply his presence? "Sit down, I have to talk to you about something" you commanded and turned away from him. He followed your request and sat down beside you. "What is it?" he asked with concern in his voice he desperately tried to cover up with irritation but you noticed it anyway. Now that you knew you suddenly were able to read him. "You want to tell me something?" you answered with a counter question. He only raised one eyebrow in confusion. The silence wasn't comfortable it was tense. You collected your thoughts before turning towards him. "I know" you only said but he seemed to understand it immediately because now both of his eyebrows were arched in shock. You kneeled down in front of him, your face only inches away from his nose. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you play me like that? Did you enjoy how I made a fool out of myself in front of you again?" you couldn’t help but yell at him. You felt hurt and betrayed. "I can't believe you did that to me!" "Stop. Listen to me before you draw one of your conclusions again" he growled, now also kneeling in front of you. You crossed your arms before your chest and huffed. "One of my conclusions? Again!" you howled but stopped yourself and shrugged your shoulders in a downgrading manner. "Okay, sure. Explain yourself then" you snarled. "What else was I supposed to do? You avoided me, didn't even let me respond to your confession" he spit back with clenched teeth. "It was the only way to talk to you." "Maybe I didn't want to talk to you about it yet, Damian!" you threw back at him. "I despise the way I feel. I wanted to let it pass, never tell you about it but then all this crap happened. And it messed everything up." You no longer could meet his gaze so you stared at ground, slow backing away. "I fucked it up. And I just can't..." Robin, or rather Damian stayed silent also looking away. Hugging your knees you placed your head on them and watched over the city again. You had to calm down first before doing anything else you might regret again. "Were you telling the truth that day?" he suddenly asked which made you look at him again. You wanted to respond immediately but he interrupted you. "Except hating all that feelings stuff" he added. You closed your mouth again, too ashamed to answer him. "I don't know. I'm not sure" you finally answered. "I know that I still don't like seeing couples being completely over each other, or cheesy rom coms or stuff like that but... I think I wouldn't mind it if I would do this things with you" you stopped and looked at him but you couldn't meet his green eyes only his white lenses. "God, that sounds so disgustingly sweet." That last part made him chuckle which made you laugh a little as well even though it was more of a nervous laughter. "You said that I didn't let you speak that day so... you can do that now" you said. Did you even want to hear it? His response? Suddenly you felt very vulnerable. You had opened up to him, confessed your feelings and he could break you down with one single word. "Well, I would have told you that-" he began, not stuttering even once. You felt jealous. Perfect Damian Wayne didn't even stumble over his own words now. He edged forward, towards you so he would be as close to you as you were to him before. He spoke up again: "That I'm relieved you feel so for me because I would have not been able to pretend any longer." Your brows narrowed in confusion before your eyes finally widen in realization. "Wait, hold on. Wh-what?" you stammered and blinked furiously. "Did you just-" "Return your confession? Yes." You backed away out of instinct but only a few inches. Your mouth opened and closed many times without sound coming out of it. Far too rattled, caught off guard to form any words or sentences. "Hang on" you managed to choke out. Pressing your forehead against your hand you needed a few seconds to process what he had just said to you. "You want to tell me that you -you! The only other person I know who hates all this feelings nonsense- is returning my feelings?" you said questioningly and faced him again. Confused, arched eyebrows adorned your face. "Pretty much, yes. But I could throw that statement right back at you" he responded and leaned back with a smug grin on his face. And of course, he was right. "Since when?" Damian shrugged his shoulders and scratched his neck. "I don't really know. I noticed it a few weeks back but it was getting really hard to pretend a couple of days ago." You nodded in agreement. "I can't believe it" you muttered. All this drama for nothing, all this time he felt the same way. And you didn't notice. "Can I kiss you?" You were definitely blushing again, or maybe your blush never left. Your eyes darted back and forth between his white lenses, not really knowing where to focus your glance. Unable to form any words you just nodded and Damian crept closer. Intuitively you wrapped your arms around his neck again, like you did yesterday but now to close the distance between you two. For one split second he stopped moving, looked at you, at your eyes before placing his lips on yours. It felt like an electric shock ran through you and you tensed up but only for a moment. Then you melted into it and responded the kiss. It was sweet, no heat, nothing hidden beneath. Just an innocent first kiss that made your heart beat higher. Your fingers slowly stroked the hair on the back of his head while Damian's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were certain he could feel your heart beating like you could feel his against your chest. Then his lips left yours, they left you breathless. You opened your eyes after a few seconds of trying to calm down. You couldn't even remember closing them in the first place. When you looked up you meet Robin's mask, Damian had only backtracked a couple inches. "Can I?" you asked and placed your hands on the edges of his mask. You wanted to see his eyes, you needed to. He nodded after looking around to make sure no one was watching or could accidently see him. Slowly you peeled it off and underneath were sparkling green eyes. Eyes so green you couldn't find anything right now to compare them to that would do them justice. You placed the mask beside you and let your fingers wander over his skin. Then you placed them on both sides of his head and pulled him towards you again, you kissed him again. His lips moved against your own, his hands wrapped around your middle and pulled you flush against him. This kiss was more heated, still rather innocent but not that cautious anymore. You never wanted to pull away from him but after a while you had to catch your breath. Breathing heavily you stared at his eyes. "But we- all this... that doesn't mean we have to go on double dates with my friends now or watch sappy romance movies, right?" you asked anxiously while his face was still only inches away from yours. "Of course not" Damian chuckled. "I still hate that." You breathed out in relief: "Good." Then you kissed him again. You just couldn't help yourself, he felt so intoxicating. He was like a drug, he lulled you in and you couldn't resist. But Damian didn't seem to mind since he responded eagerly. When you eased back out of the third kiss you wrapped your arms around his middle and hid your face in his chest. Breathing in you could smell the leather and steel again but being so close you also notice the faint smell of wood, nature and oil paints. Damian buried his face in your hair and huddled you against him. The two of you stayed that way and enjoyed the silence. This conversation definitely didn't go like you imagined but the outcome was surprisingly better. Sighting you turned your head slightly so you could watch over Gotham again. This night was undeniably not as peaceful as the ones before but somehow you didn't register the loud sirens echoing through the streets. And the red and blue lights didn't seem as aggressive as they normally did. For you everything was perfect, everything was at ease. The air was cold and danced around you, blew through your hair and tickled your nose. You could hear Damian's relaxed breathing which slowly lulled you in. You had never heard such a hypnotizing tune before. It even made you forget that your phone was still playing your music. "You're Robin" you said after a while. It wasn't a question; you just had to repeat the fact after everything that happened tonight. Damian nodded anyway; you could feel his head move. "Does that mean Batman is ... your Dad?" "Yes" he hesitantly answered since there was no use in lying. His body tensed up underneath you anyway. "Okay, cool" you said your face and voice blank. "Are you alright?" he questioned and shifted a bit to get into a more comfortable sitting position. You sighted, not letting go of him and snuggled closer. "Yeah, yeah. Just let me... process all this. Today had a lot of surprises" you retorted. "Didn't think my crush would return my feelings and reveal himself to be Robin and then confirm that his Dad, Bruce Wayne, is Batman which explains a lot by the way." You could feel how Damian's chest moved when he chuckled at your words. "To be fair, you were the one who revealed me, you found out I was Robin" he stated. You tried to free yourself from his grip to look at him again but Damian only loosened it a bit. He still had his arms wrapped around you but you know were at least able to see his eyes. "Maybe you should try to keep your secret identity a, well, secret" you told him with a huge grin on your face. He nudged you in the side which made you squeal. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment again. God, you were making sounds you never imagined would ever leave your mouth. "Hey, it's not my fault Mister Perfect made the mistake to call me by my name when I didn't tell Robin" you explained. "It's not my fault when you make me act like an idiot" he stated defensively. "Is your world tinted in pink?" you teased and stuck your tongue out. "Isn't yours too?" he threw back at you. "Well, currently it's green" you whispered while staring into his eyes and creeping so close your noses almost touched. Maybe your mind played tricks on you since it was pretty dark but you could have sworn you saw a red hue cover Damian's face. "God, we sound disgusting" you said to end his suffering but didn't move an inch. He played you the last couple of days so now it was your turn to have some fun. "I don't mind, with you at least." "Fuck, was that something like a compliment leaving your lips?" you asked and staged a shocked face. "Shut your foul mouth" Damian growled and pulled you even closer. "Make me" you grinned. "With pleasure."

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Addition: "Wait!" You pushed him away from you. "Did you know the mirror cabinet would only have that small space to hide in?" Damian smirked at you wickedly. "Maybe." "I can't believe you!" you howled indignantly and tried to wiggle out of Damian´s grip but without success. "Why did I have to catch feelings for you, you mean prick! That was total agony for me while you enjoyed it, didn't you?" you yelled while you could feel not only your cheeks but your complete head getting hot. You punched his arm which only made him laugh. "Maybe" he only said again while looking down on you with a mischievous grin still on his face. "God, I hate you." "I hate you too" he responded in the same sarcastic manner before giving you another quick kiss which you returned eagerly.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne image #damian wayne headcanon #x reader #dc characters #dc x reader

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Amira’s Vanished Hustle, Perceptions of Missed Opportunities, and What Everyone Should Consider About the Story So Far

[deep dive under the cut]

Some messages I got over the weekend were along the lines of: “No Damira again on Friday whew you must be heartbroken huh?” But, y’all, I wasn’t surprised. And to be completely honest, my reaction on Friday was very different from the ones I saw in the tag. Yeah, I was super happy for the adorable Amira and I was also side-eying the glaring absence of Carlos’s besties at his own housewarming -- but my main thought after the clip was: “LOL OH SHIT HERE WE GO.” Because in my mind Friday was an ENORMOUS RED FLAG that the only substantial thing left to do in Amira’s story arc is the cute Bon Voyage party to send her off on her dream trip. Even before this big POV shift happened, Druck hadn’t given us any reason to expect much more than that in her remaining plot, and I’ll elaborate on that here.

I don’t wanna jump to the conclusion that Druck can’t possibly stick the landing, because hey, they might! We have no clear idea what will happen between now and the final goodbye party, so maybe good things are coming that will subvert all of our worst imaginings! But I feel like this is a hinge point in the season to do a little reassessing of expectations... and to come clean about one big reason why I’ve mostly spoken superficially about this season up until now.

The very first red flag, for me, was when I realized Druck was planning to basically pretend Amira never had a job. That oversight might not seem like a big deal to most, and it’s not like her job was the first thing Druck ever made disappear unceremoniously (remember when Leonie and Sara had other close girl friends? lol) but to me it was a signal that my expectations for Amira’s story (based on her previous strong characterization) had maybe been too high. And I immediately felt a bit cheated.

Amira was already so fleshed out coming into her season. She was demanding, quick-witted, and nurturing. She was fiercely protective of her friends, and even more fiercely ambitious, with a willingness to work harder than anyone to get ahead in life. She was sunny but tough-shelled, with a well-established resistance to trusting any men. And, loving her as much as I do, I felt strongly that she deserved to have plenty of brand new story elements that reflected all those things. To have her own story shaped around her, rather than she herself being reshaped to fit Sana’s story.

But then it was finally her turn to shine, in a Summer season, when it would make perfect sense for her to be on a job grind to earn cash for her trip, and... she’s not working? Huh? She managed to work all through a tough school year, but not her free summer vacation? Why? Because of Druck’s low budget? Because they lacked cohesion in the writing process? Some combination of the two? Yikes. Who knows. But suddenly, nonsensically, they had flushed away the perfect framing to showcase her work ethic, her daily perseverance, and her varied interactions (good and bad) with lots of strange customers around Berlin.

It felt like a bad omen to me somehow. Which wasn’t a great mindset to start the season with. And that was the beginning of me trying very, very hard not to be confused and salty about every little thing I began to perceive as missed opportunities to give Amira a new kind of substance in her story.

For example: While David, Matteo, and Sam began having fun off-screen, working on an bold alien movie, Amira inexplicably had no involvement. She kinda scoffed at the idea when it came up on-screen, then immediately lost interest in the conversation because her man was texting. Fair enough, right? That scene was moving her story forward while generously giving a little shoutout to the meta insta storyline, right? The problem is: the off-screen story ended up seeming much more interesting than watching Amira chilling on her own texting a bunch, and we weren’t even given a reason for her to not be part of it after the whole crew was invited to join in. Imagine if we had followed her onto a shitty little makeshift movie set and seen her reacting to the chaos and strangeness of it. Imagine her finding a resourceful solution to a production hiccup or mediating a creative disagreement while trying to hide her own inner turmoil from her friends. And imagine her having an extremely important conversation with David (and/or Matteo and/or Sam) about the film’s deeper themes of alienation and otherness that they can both sadly relate to.

That’s just one weirdly specific scenario, but there are sooo many other ways I fantasized about Amira bonding with her friends (particularly the ones who aren’t cishet white kids or brand new characters). Talking with one or more of them about what it means to be dangerously marginalized, or to be afraid of letting someone get close to you, or to feel torn in two different directions in life. Maybe something like that could still happen before the season ends, but I’m not counting on it. And I think the time has passed for it to have the biggest impact. It could’ve been amazing (and really narratively useful!) if it happened before the resolution of Amira’s brief conflicts with Kiki, Erva, and Mohammed. We saw a lot of scenes with her looking angry and sad, but we weren’t really privy to much of her thought process during all that reflection, so it felt uncomfortably unearned when problems she once saw as insurmountable were shortly waved aside. I would’ve really appreciated even a short conversation with some good change-of-heart exposition.

And while other people were cheering about all the controversial Sana season conflicts being blessedly truncated or completely stripped away, the whole time I couldn’t stop thinking: “Okay, awesome, but what are they gonna replace that storyline with? Nothing?” And, for the most part, that seemed to be true.

But the problem clearly wasn’t limited to a shortage of well-integrated story threads with Amira at their center. It was arguably also a failure to capitalize on the stories they did use. Instead of getting to watch the emotional fight with her mother about punching someone, and witnessing Amira faced with the threat of losing Australia, we only heard about the drama afterward. Just like we only heard about her family’s religious holiday together. Just like we only got a few texts between Amira and Jonas about the refugee event. And just like how, as I sat typing this, Amira’s mother re-blessed the trip off-screen. On and on goes the list of examples of this unfortunate tell-don’t-show approach, and I’m sure a lot of it can be attributed to low budget and tricky cast scheduling, but the time limit excuse probably doesn’t apply if Amira’s main plot really has been efficiently pared down to 7 episodes.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to reserve final judgment on the season until the credits roll, and there are plenty of good things to say about it in the meantime. Yes, it’s been lovely to see so many gorgeous shots of Tua praying, and boxing, and expressing everything from attraction to anguish to helpless rage. Yes, she and Hassan both did some really strong work selling the magnetic pull between their characters, even in the face of (what I consider to be) an underdeveloped narrative that didn’t totally sell me on the relationship overall. Yes, it was wonderful to have some aesthetically pleasing scenes of the girl squad loving and supporting each other, even if they mostly talked about boys the way Amira hoped they wouldn’t. And obviously just having a story about a strong, kind, devoted hijabi girl is vitally important visibility. So I really haven’t wanted to say anything negative in the face of all that...

... but now I have to say: if you’re feeling cheated and mad about the POV shift, then take some time to consider what else specifically you think should’ve happened to Amira before we entered this resolution phase of her story. It seemed like most people were perfectly happy for her to not face any complex conflict, and not have any lingering hardship to dramatically and triumphantly overcome. Every obstacle getting a relatively swift and easy solution felt underbaked to me, but it was a big relief and source of praise for most people in the tags right up until Amira disappeared from clips. So: in hindsight, how would you have added not just length, but also more compelling drama and greater social impact to her story, so that the extra length felt well-used? It’s really worth thinking and talking about that, even if you’re hesitant to voice any criticism of Amira’s part of the story (even after the season ends, and even if it’s totally constructive) -- because thinking and talking about it is how we’ll get that kind of richer, fuller story in the future.

#druck #amira thalia mahmood #representation #storytelling #amira baby i love you and you deserve the world okay #that's been at the core of my issues all season

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jazy3 · 4 years

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Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 16X10

So, I watched the Grey’s Anatomy Station 19 Crossover Premiere over the weekend. I have to say overall I really liked it! The pacing of Station 19 was a bit slow for me but other than that it was great! The fast paced Grey’s Anatomy episodes are my favourite! So I really liked this one. My heart went out to Bailey in these episodes. All the Ben and Bailey moments and they’re excitement over the new baby made me cry. Poor Bailey. She loses her pregnancy, almost loses her husband, and then her residents’ lives are left hanging in the balance. In the aftermath of the crash, Helm needs surgery; Schmitt collapses; Simms needs major facial and neurosurgery, and Parker goes AWOL and needs treatment.

I really like Meredith’s monologue in this episode. Being the best really is a catch 22. The amazing thing is no one else can do what you do. The terrible thing is no one else can do what you do. I loved the moment between Bailey and Schmitt in the supply closet. In other news, Jo totally stole that baby! Her drunken panicking about the cops is hilarious. But then we find out it’s only Meredith. Crisis averted! And she’s got wine! She came to drink with Alex because quote “Cristina sent an obnoxious Irishman as a gift” and he stole Alex’s old job. I love her. Never change Mer. Never change.

I loved her line, “That’s what I said when I stole a baby,” about Zola and Link’s response, “Why are people stealing babies?” Mer gets it. Link is confused. To be honest Jo talking to the baby in a baby voice about how Meredith is a convicted felon is everything. Cut to the hospital where Amelia and Tom are bantering back and forth. I love their banter. Amelia is looking for Maggie because she just found out that Link might not be the father only to find out from Tom that Maggie quit. Yikes!

And as usual DeLuca mouths off to his superiors and defies orders before being put promptly in his place. How is he still Chief Resident and why does he still work here? In real life that would get you fired real fast. Parker’s storyline this episode got me hard. I really like him and watching him repeat the same thing over and over again while he suffered from PTSD and head trauma was heartbreaking. I’m glad they got him the help he needed in the end. Bailey’s line, “Wouldn’t be the first time,” about her residents really got me. RIP George O’Malley. I still miss his character.

We all deserve a partner as amazing as Ben Warren. My god that man is supportive. His wife just suffered a miscarriage, he’s suffering the loss of a child, and he’s not okay, but he puts all that aside for Bailey’s sake because as he says to Webber, “Miranda comes first,” That’s true love right there. Side note: I like that Amelia and Teddy are becoming friends. I’m over this whole women on women hating each other over a man thing. That always pissed me about Addison and Meredith. Meredith never intentionally did anything to her and Addison was the one that cheated yet she treated Meredith like crap.

Eventually Jo does in fact take the baby she stole to the hospital’s nursery and in walks not her husband, but Dr. Cormac Hayes! Cristina’s Yang’s present, the new Chief of Peds, and Meredith’s new love interest. Swoon! Oh course, Jo is a weird hot mess because she’s drunk haha. Watching Hayes check the baby out using technical terms while using a baby voice so as not to scare him warms my heart. I loved Jo’s line, “Oh you’re him!” when she figured out who Hayes was and then tried to hide it so as not to scare him off. I feel like that’s going to be an ongoing plot point and I’ll be interested to see how he finds out that and how he reacts to being brought to Grey Sloan on false pretenses and the fact that all of Meredith’s friends went along with it.

The scenes with Jo and Cormac in the nursery are very revealing. He’s comments imply that he might have worked for Cristina previously which is interesting and thickens the plot considerably. I really like Hayes as a character so far. He checks all the right boxes and in his interactions with Jo this week we got some more insight into his character. Hayes is shown to be competent at his job and as someone who is willing to roll with the punches. He feels compassionate towards others in difficult situations, which includes both scared birth mothers and safe haven volunteers, and doesn’t judge them or their choices.

What Jo initially thinks is a bad idea turns out to be rather genius. Hayes advocates for the baby hatch/box/chute because it gives birth mothers who are scared and frighten a safe way to help the child they’ve given birth to have a better life and know that they will be taken care of. They help hospital staff help those babies the best way they can. Hayes recognizes that that’s what Jo is trying to do to for this particular baby and is sympathetic. Already that puts him leagues above most of the other men on Grey’s especially with Alex MIA.

I’m also excited by the prospect of finally seeing Meredith date somehow her friends and family like and who has the potential to be a real partner to her and a real stepfather to her children. They’ve established that Cormac has teenage sons of his own which means there’s the potential there for their kids to interact and to see Meredith and Hayes re-build their lives together and merge their families. That’s way more interesting to me than the whole ‘love interest of the week’ thing they’ve been trotting out for the last little while.

It’s true that Hayes is obnoxious and arrogant at time, but the show has also established that he’s got the skills to match and can admit when he’s wrong. Before the break we saw how he was impressed by Meredith’s skills, but not intimidated or jealous of her and that is exactly what Meredith needs. Someone whose on her level and who gets it, but who understands that he can’t possibly compete with her because she’s just that good.

I was really worried when Schmitt collapsed in the OR. I’m glad he made it. I loved Mer and Schmitt’s banter afterwards. She’s got all the jokes. I’m not an Owen fan and these days I’m not much of a Jackson fan, but his line to Owen was EPIC! “I figured ‘cause you have two kids together, you live together, you marry everyone, but I guess you have been busy haven’t you?” Jackson spilling the tea!

In other news, I still hate DeLuca with the passion three thousand burning suns. He’s assigned to help Elliot, the patient whose heart hasn’t restarted whose wife just had a premature baby and he spends the whole time acting like all of it is beneath him. God what an ass. He breaks up with Mer over his own insecurities and then instead of apologizing like Link told him to he mopes around the hospital and stares at her creepily and then texts her the next day wanting to talk. Ugh. Also, I hate that he calls her Mer.

That’s what her friends and family call her. DeLuca barely knows her. From the minute he took an interest in her and she indicated that she might like him back he started acting like they were madly in love and acting like they’d known each other and been together for years when they’d barely been dating a few weeks and she was adamant he wasn’t her boyfriend. God I hate this guy so much. He’s such a loser. Can they just write him off already so Mer can live her life in peace? In happier news, I was ecstatic when Elliott’s heart started beating again! His poor wife. And then we’re back to Jo and Hayes. The baby’s good to go but he sees how attached she is so he suggests they wait a while longer before calling social services.

We also learn some important information about Hayes in this scene. We learn he’s a father to two teenage boys and was in residency when his boys were infants. We also learn that Hayes is a member of the ‘it’s okay to steal cute babies’ club! He’ll fit right in with Mer and Jo! Although maybe not with Link. I really love Link and Jo’s friendship and the scene at the end with them was super cute. I loved how Richard was there for Bailey in the OR when she needed him. I’m happy that they’re friends again. Poor Bailey the scene with her and Richard in the OR made me cry. She’s not fine. “She just was. And now she isn’t.”

Admittedly, I don’t like Owen as a character but that was a good save with Simms! If he hadn’t caught that Simms would be dead. After the surgery is complete Jackson and Owen talk to Simms’ Grandmother where they learn that when Koracick moved to Seattle and wanted Simms with him he paid for his grandmother to move there too. I loved their exchange. “You know how emotional he is.” “Koracick? Of course, yeah super emotional guy.” LOL. But seriously though that was really sweet of him. He’s an ass, but he’s an ass that cares when it counts.

I like that Koracick thanked Owen and shook his hand. That was good of him. If the situation was reversed I don’t know if Owen would do the same. The Schmico scene at the end was cute! I think there’s an interesting parallel here between the Schmico scene and that Calzona scene from several seasons back. And just then, Hayes is standing at a nurses station, when Meredith comes around the corner! Squee!

Straight up, Meredith and Hayes were in a scene together for all of 5 seconds this episode and they had flat out more chemistry than her and DeLuca have ever had! Or most of her other recent love interests more that matter. I said what I said. They talk for a few minutes and then Hayes walks off to go do something. At which point Jo walks up to Mer and says, “I have to say I kinda see it.” Jo Karev: A woman after my own heart! Sing it sister! Grayes all the way!

Meredith is displeased as she finds him obnoxious to which Jo replies, “Don’t be mad at me. He’s Yang’s gift.” Haha I love it! I want my best friend to send me a man. Anyone else? In other news, Owen finally proposes to Teddy! I’m not a towen shipper, but I have to say this proposal was really sweet. Amelia decides to learn from her mistakes and tell Link the truth only to have Owen and Teddy announce their engagement right in front of them! Yikes!

And Koracick sees the whole thing from a far. Oh boy. RIP Tomaltman? Korackman? Whatever we were calling it it’s dead now. Amelia can’t bring herself to come clean after that and who can blame her? I wouldn’t be able to either. So instead she tells Link they’re having a boy Oh boy. Here we go again. We then cut away from the hospital to find Maggie drunk and passed out on the couch. Oh dear.

Someone won’t stop knocking at the door so she gets up to answer it. And look who it is. It’s none other than her ex DeLuca. Man this guy is the gift that keeps on giving! He tells her that Elliot’s heart restarted which is nice of him. He should have stopped there and left. Instead he asks if they can talk and Maggie being grateful let’s him in. He then proceeds to complain to his ex-girlfriend whose obviously hurting about how he blew it with her older sister.

God this guy is such an ass! He breaks up with Mer over his own insecurities and then has the audacity to go to his ex whose her sister and ask for advice to win her back while Maggie herself is hurting. Screw this guy! Then he tries to act like he didn’t break up with Meredith while also admitting that he meant what he said. Wow. He’s both a gaslighter and a complete idiot. As Maggie says he, “Hurt someone whose had more than enough hurt for a lifetime.” Maggie gets it and DeLuca needs to get the hell out.

He keeps talking about how he wants to undo the hurt he’s caused as if they got into a minor fight. Buddy. You don’t undo it you idiot you just move on and let Meredith and her sisters live their lives and leave them alone you jackass! And as if DeLuca’s idiocy isn’t bad enough, we then find out that Maggie’s being sued for wrongful death for what happened with Sabrina.

Also how does DeLuca not comprehend that someone with the last name Webber is related to Richard and Maggie? Man, this guy is dumb. We then cut back to the hospital to find Bailey alone in her office, but not for long. Richard and Meredith come to her office to comfort her. Mer brings her tissues and donuts and holds her hand while she tells her that, “I had a miscarriage once. I never felt so lonely.” God Grey’s just break my heart why don’t you? And then everyone laughs about the donuts Meredith brought. My heart.

Well that was intense! Now onto next week’s promo! Oooooh and it looks like things are heating up between Mer and Hayes! In the bad news column, it looks like DeLuca continues to try and gaslight Mer with the whole ‘I didn’t dump you, you just interpreted it that way’ thing and it looks like Mer is having none of it thank god! In other news it looks like Teddy somehow lost her engagement ring and Amelia finally comes clean with Link! Can’t wait!

Until next time!

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years

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“I was drunk, vulnerable, and good-looking. You took advantage.”

“I was the one that was drunk. And you aren’t that good-looking.”

Riza walked calmly into the staff room she shared with her fellow colleagues. Havoc and Rebecca were making eyes at each other, giggling and whispering up against the lockers. Their heads were bowed, bodies turned so Riza couldn't see what Havoc handed Riza's friend, however Rebecca gasped quietly so it must have been something good. No doubt Riza would hear all about it tonight.

She thought she'd be safe coming in here, but obviously not.

"Riza," Roy called, trying to inject some authority into his tone, which made Riza raise her eyebrows. He was playing that card, was he?

Havoc and Rebecca glanced up, the latter shooting Riza a knowing look, before grabbing Havoc's bicep and dragging him out of the room.

Riza, in response, glossed over Roy's authoritative call, and continued readying herself to leave for the day.

"Yes?" she asked, pulling one shoe off and changing it over, placing the old one into her locker. Her tone was perfectly professional. They were at work after all.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He'd been asking that all day in stolen quiet moments. She'd turned up for work as usual, but didn't expect to see the man she'd woken up next to this morning after a drunken night out, standing in the staff room, being introduced to everyone as their new manager.

Yikes.

Not that she knew that at the time, of course. He'd never said a word. Riza had only been interested in a good time - Rebecca had insisted they'd go out and get black out drunk - and Riza was determined to have a good time with her friend…

Except she'd declined the "black out drunk" offer because they both had to work the next day. Apparently, things had gotten a little out of hand, and Riza had become drunker than she'd wanted to be, resulting in doing something that was very uncharacteristically her - sleeping with a stranger.

It had been good though. She wasn't so drunk that she'd forgotten how good a night it was.

And now the man was her new boss. Talk about awkward.

"What about?" Riza enquired, shrugging on her jacket. She'd pulled her hair from her ponytail, noticing in relief that it lessened the pain in her head. Damn tension headaches. Working with Roy all day and tiptoeing around what had happened hadn't helped her sore head either. Pulling her trapped hair from out underneath her jacket, Riza turned to face him expectantly.

"You know what," he huffed irritably. Apparently, her playing dumb all day had grated on his nerves a little.

Well, what was she supposed to do? She'd never been good with confrontation, never mind something like this. She'd fucked her boss. That certainly wasn't like her and Riza had worried all day about what would happen if it all came out. Would she be fired?

"There's not much else to discuss," she shrugged, pulling her bag out of her locker. "We said it all last night. It was a one night thing," she stressed, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets to hide the nervous shaking. She was desperate to keep her voice from quivering. Why did he have to do this now?

"What if I didn't want it to be?"

"... What?"

"You heard me," he nodded, expression determined and confident.

That's why you'd fallen for him in the first place. That damn charm and stupid confident smirk.

"I think you're delusional." Riza shoved her locker door closed harshly, moving to leave the room.

God this was such a mess. She just wanted to go home, have a nice long bath, and forget all about this horrible situation.

Not giving up without a fight, Roy followed her out of the room, one step behind. The worst part was, others noticed them. That would only make things worse. Riza groaned internally, already hearing the gossip people had made up about them ringing loudly in her head.

"I want to talk about this."

"Why?"

"Well, first of all, I'd like to know if it'll be a possibility."

Riza snorted. She couldn't help herself. "You're my boss, what do you think?"

"Not your boss. A colleague."

"You're my boss," she confirmed. Technically, in a weird, roundabout way, he wasn't but in a conventional business view, he was.

"It doesn't matter. There's no rule against it."

"You're in a position of power over me. And you're very persistent about this. It's getting on my nerves." Riza shoved open the staff entrance at the back of building with more force than was necessary. It never closed, but she heard him catch it in his hands.

"You're right." Riza turned in surprise, not expecting him to agree with her. Most guys wouldn't. "I'm sorry. I just…" He raised a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously. "I don't want it to be awkward for you after what happened." The hand dropped. "I was just as active participant as you were, but I'm genuinely curious if it could be a possibility." His eyes seemed to burn into hers, igniting her insides. Just like last night. "I… I really enjoyed last night. Not just that," he stressed with a smirk after Riza raised an eyebrow. "But in the bar too. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much."

"I did have a good time," Riza grumbled her admittance.

"I remember it well," he grinned widely at her light blush. "And it wasn't entirely one sided," he added, waggling his eyebrows. “I was drunk, vulnerable, and good-looking. You took advantage.” The look of mock hurt on his face made her irritation build back up, but then Riza vaguely recalled her drunk self being all over him, and Roy just smiling, enjoying the attention.

“I was the one that was drunk. And you aren’t that good-looking.”

Roy chuckled. "Controversial statement. I particularly remember you stating you thought, and I quote, I was "hot as fuck"."

"That was Rebecca who said that, not me!" she exclaimed, mortified.

"No, you said it in bed afterwards too," he grinned again, laughing at her now beetroot face.

"Shut up," she muttered, climbing into her car to escape from his amused laughter. Roy approached and tapped on the window for her to lower it.

"Sorry for all the teasing. Will I see you again tomorrow?"

"It's my day off." His face fell slightly. "I'll drop you a text."

His grin returned and Riza's stomach fluttered. "I look forward to it."

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #thank you mica 💕#i had so much fun with this #and it hasnt helped with my desire to watch greys again dkdkfm it made it worse #inspired by greys uwu #emma writes #ask #caesurables #writing prompts #greys au

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with great power (elu spiderman au)

eliott has been saved by spiderman quite a few times for absolutely no reason. hopeless romantic that he is, eliott accidentally starts falling for spiderman somewhere along the way and doesn’t know what to do about it. obviously, there’s only one solution. he and his good friend lucas should pretend to date to make spiderman jealous. there’s no ulterior motives here, of course, just lucas helping a bro out.

aka eliott’s falling in love with spiderman, lucas is in love with eliott, and lucas is spiderman.

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ao3

no. 10 “Who are you?”

**tw: non graphic violence, mentions of blood and guns**

Eliott hadn’t responded to Lucas in over a day and, while Lucas knew that he needed time, he was still scared that time would turn into forever. He barely resisted the urge to go running to Eliott’s apartment and demand to be listened to, instead wallowing in his own stupidity.

Yann and Imane had been right, had been telling him all this time that it would all blow up in his face, but he’d been too stubborn to listen. He could already hear Imane saying ‘I told you so’ and Yann sighing that magnificent disappointed sigh of his.

At least they went to the same school, so Eliott couldn’t hide from him forever, and by the time Lucas’ alarm woke him up on Monday morning he was more than ready to start his day, hoping Eliott wouldn’t avoid him the entire time.

He wasn’t waiting by Lucas’ locker like he usually did, which was to be expected, Lucas supposed, so he went about his day to the best of his ability until he could find Eliott at lunch and hopefully talk things through.

He was aware of how horribly he’d fucked up, and he knew that Eliott didn’t want to talk about it, but he’d said that he still loved Lucas, so Lucas had held onto that hope with every fiber of his being. Manon, Lisa, and Mika were probably sick of him, he’d been so on edge all weekend that he’d hardly sat down for more than a minute, texting Eliott a million and a half times and pacing around the living room.

Eliott’s class got out just as Lucas reached the door, bouncing anxiously on his toes. If people didn’t know better, they’d probably think he was just excited to see his boyfriend. He waited patiently as Eliott’s classmates exited the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of that golden brown tousled mess of hair he loved so much, but when Alex exited the classroom last, he realized Eliott wasn’t there.

“Hey!” he called out to Alex, running to catch up with him after peeking his head into the classroom.

Alex slowed and turned to Lucas with his eyebrows raised. “What’s up?”

“Where’s Eliott?” he asked.

Alex looked him up and down, considering his likely confused expression. “Shouldn’t you know that?” Alex teased, and Lucas really wasn’t in the mood for teasing.

“Alex, come on.”

Alex sighed. “I don’t know dude, he misses class a lot. You’d know that better than anyone. I’m sure he’s fine, maybe it’s just one of those days, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucas said noncommittally, watching Alex walk away with a light wave over his shoulder.

He’d been trying not to blame himself too much for Eliott not reaching out, but at this point it was hard not to. As long as they’d known each other, Eliott had been nothing but sincere and honest, even more so since they’d gotten together for real, and Lucas had done nothing but lie and hide. Sure, he’d only been Spiderman for a fairly short amount of time, but he didn’t know why he hadn’t just told Eliott about it in the first place. He’d told Yann and Imane, and he’d definitely considered telling Arthur at least, or Manon, because he knew they’d keep the secret. Eliott would have kept the secret too, but Lucas could never bring himself to tell it to him in the first place.

And now it was probably too late.

Eliott still loved him, sure, but love could fade, especially if the other person had done something so fucking stupid like Lucas had. He’d kissed Eliott as Spiderman for fuck’s sake. Ugh, if he’d ever had any question about where he’d end up in the afterlife, it seemed pretty certain now that he was destined for hell.

He fired off another quick text to Eliott because he couldn’t help himself, he’d waited long enough to continue their communication.

Lucas: Hey, El, I know you’re mad at me, rightfully so, but can we please talk?

He wasn’t expecting an immediate response, but he had to hope that Eliott would respond sometime soon.

Yann was waiting for him at his locker, just as he’d been waiting for Eliott at his classroom, and the small gesture was almost enough to make Lucas burst into tears. Yann likely noticed this, and his eyes went wide as he placed a hand on either one of Lucas’ shoulders.

“Lu? What’s up?” he asked, voice laced with concern. Lucas shrugged halfheartedly, shaking his head. Yann levelled him with a knowing stare. “Lu.”

Lucas sighed. “Can we blow off the rest of the day?” he asked, eyes wide and pleading. He knew that Yann liked to miss class even less than he did, but he needed to talk to someone, and Yann was the only one who would possibly be able to provide advice in any form.

“Yeah,” Yann agreed, much more easily than Lucas had been expecting. Though, he likely looked like shit, so that probably helped his case a bit.

Yann didn’t ask any questions on his way back to Lucas’ flat, and Lucas was more than happy to let the two of them ride the bus in silence, gearing up to explain all the ways he’d fucked up even if Yann knew most of them already.

The minute they walked into Lucas’ bedroom, shutting the door behind them, Yann spoke. “So what happened?”

“He knows,” Lucas said miserably, running his hands through his hair with clenched fists. Thankfully, Yann knew exactly what that meant, and his face looked appropriately shocked.

“You told him?”

Lucas really couldn’t blame Yann for sounding so surprised, the last conversation the two of them had about the whole Eliott-Spiderman thing was Yann chastising him for not being honest, and Lucas being too stubborn to listen. “Not… exactly.”

Yann rubbed his temples. “Why am I afraid to let you finish your train of thought?”

Lucas sighed, flopping himself down on his bed and gesturing vaguely to his closet. Yann’s eyes widened. “He saw the suit? Lu, why weren’t you hiding it better?”

“No, no, he saw his jacket,” Lucas corrected, crossing his arms over his eyes.

“I… don’t follow.”

“He gave me his jacket as Spiderman and I hadn’t given it back yet, and it was in my closet, and he saw it,” Lucas grumbled, voice somewhat muffled by his arms.

Yann was silent. Then— “Yikes.”

Lucas continued, “He saw it right in the middle of giving me some sort of speech about how much he loves me and that he’d love me even if I was leading a secret double life as a government spy or something.”

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it?” Yann asked. “You kind of were leading a secret double life.”

Lucas shook his head, dropping his arms. “You didn’t see his face. And he just… walked out, didn’t look back once.”

“Isn’t that a bit hypocritical of him?” Yann shrugged, crossing his arms. “Just saying.”

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Yann, come on. I’m not mad at him at all, he has every right to be mad at me. I’ve been lying to him for so long… I led him on as two different people, and I got jealous when he wanted to spend time with me instead of me… I’ve fucked up so badly and I don’t know how to make it right.”

Yann sat down on the bed beside him, studying him. This was a situation neither one of them had been in before, obviously, but he was really hoping Yann would have some helpful advice, because god knew Lucas would just mess up again if left to his own devices.

“I could say ‘I told you so’,” Yann said, and Lucas glared at him.

“Very, very, unhelpful.”

Yann reached over and put a hand on one of Lucas’ shoulders. “Listen. I’m not going to say you didn’t fuck up, because you did, but if Eliott wants to make a grand speech about loving you no matter what and then fuck off the minute ‘no matter what’ becomes a bit tricky, that’s on him.”

“No,” Lucas groaned again, putting his hands over his face. “He didn’t fuck off.”

He peeked between his fingers to see Yann, blinking slowly like he was asking some divine entity for some patience. Lucas didn’t blame him. “Lucas, either explain the whole story or don’t ask for my advice.”

“He texted me afterwards,” Lucas said in a small voice, “Saying he still loved me, that he just needed time.”

“Why didn’t you lead with that?” Yann asked exasperatedly, throwing his arms wide.

Lucas sat up, voice shaking. “Because. It doesn’t matter. He’s only saying that to soften the blow when he leaves me for real. I’ve had enough experience with that to know it’s only a matter of time.”

“Lucas,” Yann said seriously, facing him head on. “There are people who will leave, and people who will stay, and Eliott is one of the ones that will stay. He loves you so much, you know. Like, so much that it’s all I see when I look at him. And you deserve that love, every bit of it. Ok?”

“Yann—”

“Ok?”

Lucas didn’t answer, didn’t trust himself to, but it turned out he didn’t have a chance to anyway, as a knock sounded from the other room. Yann turned to Lucas with furrowed brows. “Were you expecting someone?”

“Why would I be expecting someone? I’m supposed to be at school,” Lucas said as he left the bedroom, making his way to the door curiously. To his shock, when he opened the door, there was Eliott.

“I’m gonna go,” Yann said, skirting around Lucas. Lucas hadn’t even noticed that he’d followed from the bedroom, too dumbfounded that Eliott was standing at the door.

Once they were alone, Eliott nodded to the inside of the flat. “Can I come in?”

Lucas nodded in a daze, eyes never leaving Eliott’s figure. He was so beautiful it hurt, especially wearing that brown jacket of his. Eliott didn’t say anything more, so Lucas swallowed and took a deep breath. “Look, I’m really sorry—”

“Listen, man, it’s fine,” Eliott said, and Lucas furrowed his eyebrows.

“It’s… fine?”

Eliott shrugged. “Life’s too short to be mad about meaningless things, I guess.”

“Meaningless?” Lucas appraised Eliott with his eyes, speaking slowly, “I told you that I was Spiderman, not that you’re a shitty cook. Which you are.”

Eliott’s eyes widened minutely, so small in fact that the untrained eye might not have noticed it. But Lucas had always noticed everything about Eliott, even when it had been painful to do so. “I’m just glad it’s out there now, I guess,” Eliott said, entirely unfazed by the dig at his cooking skills, devoid of any humor or levity.

“Right,” Lucas agreed, leaning against the wall. “Um, why are you here, then?”

“Your text,” Eliott said.

Lucas pressed his lips together in a tight line. “Well, I suppose that’s all I needed to talk about.”

“Yeah,” Eliott said, then looked at the ground. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh?”

Eliott cleared his throat, biting his bottom lip. “I have a surprise for you.”

Lucas smiled, tilting his head to one side. “That’s not a question.”

“My question is, will you be there?” Eliott asked, a fierce sort of desperation in his eyes.

“Be where?” Lucas asked.

The corner of Eliott’s lips twitched. “I’ll text you. Surprise, remember?”

“Right, of course,” Lucas chided himself, laughing lightly.

Eliott grinned, ducking his head. “Cool. Tomorrow, ok?”

“Tomorrow,” Lucas confirmed with a nod. Eliott brushed past him, and Lucas caught the tips of his fingers as he went. Eliott turned around, looking slightly alarmed. Lucas clasped his hand tighter in response.

“I’m glad you forgive me,” he said.

Eliott shrugged gently. “You’re one of the most important people to me.”

“That I am,” Lucas said with a smile, heart racing. He squeezed Eliott’s hand once before dropping it. “See you tomorrow.”

Eliott grinned, looking Lucas up and down. “Yes, you will.”

And then he was gone, and Lucas slumped against the wall. He had some preparing to do.

E🕷L🕷I🕷O🕷T🕷T

Eliott didn’t know what time of day it was, or what day of the week it was, but it was still dark, so dark. He faded in and out of consistent anxiety over the man with no face— the man with his face— and Lucas. Something was brewing, surely, and Eliott was terrified that Lucas would get hurt.

The eerie silence that seemed to fill the space when Eliott was there alone subsided a bit, and Eliott knew that meant the man was back. The air seemed to stand on end when he was around. Eliott wondered if he was the one running the show, or if he was a mere lackey to something bigger. He still hadn’t forgotten the familiar looking man from the abandoned building, and didn’t know if he had a place in this as well.

“Well, well, well, you didn’t tell me that your little friend is Spiderman, did you?” He heard the man before he saw him, strolling along wearing clothes and a face and a body that didn’t belong to him.

Eliott’s voice caught in his throat. He knew, he knew that Lucas was Spiderman. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lucas…” the man trailed off, “Quite a boring name for someone so extraordinary.”

“Don’t hurt him, please, all he’s doing is helping people, what’s so bad about that?” Eliott pleaded, hearing how desperate he sounded and not caring one bit.

The man clicked his tongue, disapproval evident in his voice and manner. “How naive you are, thinking there’s a place in this world for superheroes, as if they aren’t the problem themselves.”

“It’s not naive to have hope,” Eliott said, sounding more defiant than he was sure he looked at the moment, locked away like an animal. “To believe in the good in people.”

The man shrugged. “I suppose you’re right. I could have said idiotic, but I was trying to be nice.”

Eliott hated hearing his own voice, seeing his own face, and not being able to control the words that came out or the things that he did. The man either didn’t care for Eliott’s discomfort, or he noticed it and it delighted him.

“It makes things so much easier, really,” the man continued, “That your Lucas is Spiderman. I’d hoped he’d know where to find him, not that he’d just give himself up as your beloved hero within minutes of conversation.”

This man had spoken to Lucas. As him. All Eliott could think was that Lucas was probably so relieved that Eliott was talking to him that he’d spilled any and every other secrets he harbored. Eliott knew that he hadn’t asked for this, that he couldn’t have done anything to stop it, but he’d never felt so helpless in his life. Whatever was being planned, it was all his fault. How had the man known to talk to Lucas anyway?

The man smirked, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “I can see that you have so many questions, you’re the kind who questions everything, I presume. You wouldn’t have found us in that building otherwise.” He paused, sitting on the floor in front of where Eliott was being kept. “I suppose I can share some answers, it’s not like you’ll live long enough to share them anyway.”

Part of Eliott had known that this is what it would come to, but he hadn’t wanted to believe it. Maybe he was naive.

“How?” he asked in a hoarse voice, because that was the only answer he really needed. How had they found him? How had they known he was the key to Spiderman’s demise? How was he the key to Spiderman’s demise?

“Do you like my jacket?” the man asked, ignoring Eliott. Of course Eliott liked the jacket, it was his favorite one. Well, it had been. He wasn’t so sure anymore.

The man continued, “Spiderman liked it too.”

And fuck, things started to come together in Eliott’s head. He’d given Spiderman his jacket, and whoever this man was had seen Spiderman in the jacket. That didn’t exactly explain why Eliott was there, though, or how they’d known it was his jacket before kidnapping him.

“It was completely accidental, actually, that we found you. Well, not completely. We just so happened to see you with that jacket, and we followed you.” He wasn’t working alone then. Good to know. “We recognized you from before, and it doesn’t take a genius to deduce that someone who shares a jacket with Spiderman and has been saved by Spiderman is likely someone of importance, so here you are.”

“Here I am,” Eliott said softly, to himself. If Lucas got hurt because of him, he’d never forgive himself, even if he was dead.

It was then that he realized he wasn’t mad at Lucas anymore, because how could he be? Sure, he’d kept a secret, a major one, but maybe he’d kept it because he’d been afraid of something like this happening. How could he blame Lucas for trying to protect him? He would have done the same, still would now if there was any way that he could.

More than anything, he knew that he loved Lucas more than ever. Neither of them deserved what was coming for them, but at least Lucas had a chance at escaping with his life.

“Who are you?” Eliott asked, because he felt like, if he was to die, he at least deserved to know who’d done it.

The man looked at him, a slow grin spreading. “Wouldn’t we both like to know. As far as names go, you may call me Chameleon.”

Chameleon. Eliott couldn’t say he was surprised, it seemed fitting. “What do you need me here for, Chameleon?” Eliott asked, because he still wasn’t entirely certain. Sure, they didn’t want him out there to warn Lucas about their plans to defeat him, but they didn’t really need him alive, did they, now that Chameleon wore his face?

“He’s coming here to meet you,” Chameleon said, “And you, he will meet.”

Eliott stared at him blankly. “Please excuse me if I don’t understand.”

“Do you expect me to sit here and wait for your friend, when I have plans of my own to attend to?” Chameleon scoffed, and Eliott noted the words he used. Friends. Was it possible he didn’t know that Eliott and Lucas were dating? He didn’t know if it would make any difference to the plans being put into place, but Eliott wasn’t going to correct him.

“What makes you think I’m going to cooperate?” Eliott sneered, knowing that antagonizing the person with his life in his hands wasn’t necessarily the best idea. He was past caring at this point.

“Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

Eliott shrugged. “You’ll kill me anyway.”

“True,” Chameleon said with a small grin, like he was enjoying this, “But if you don’t cooperate, I’ll make him watch. And then I’ll make him watch as I kill anyone else in this world he may care for, or who may care for him.”

Eliott could face death head on if he had to, he’d faced the prospect many times in the confines of his own head, but he couldn’t face the idea of Lucas having to watch all the people he loved leave him, even if it wasn’t by choice. It would be worse that it wasn’t by choice, because Lucas had been coming to terms with people choosing to leave for a long time, so much so that he expected it of everyone. But these people, the ones that Lucas was surrounded by now, these people were the ones he’d grown to realize would never leave him, no matter what. To have that kind of unconditional love ripped away in front of his eyes until there was no one left to love him at all… it was a fate worse than death for him.

“Fine,” Eliott said, because maybe he was weak and naive, but he couldn’t let Lucas’ worst nightmares come true. He’d find some other way to warn him, some other way he could avoid Lucas getting hurt or seeing him get hurt.

Chameleon smiled, and Eliott prayed that wasn’t what he looked like when he smiled. It wasn’t bright, or warm, but filled with malice and dripping with poison. “That’s what I thought.”

He came right up close to the bars Eliott was encased inside, tilting his head, a feral sort of look in his eyes. “Let’s get started, then, no time to lose.”

Eliott looked up at the ceiling, where he knew the sky was somewhere just out of sight, and took a breath. He could do this. The promise of seeing Lucas one last time, telling him that he wasn’t mad, that he loved him still, and that even death couldn’t stop his love was what kept him going as Chameleon talked, detailing plans that would attempt to break Lucas down to nothing at all.

He couldn’t let it happen.

But he had no choice.

The only hope he had was that Lucas was smarter than him, and that he’d be able to save himself if Eliott wasn’t able to.

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Lucas would be coming any minute. Such was the plan laid out through careful texts throughout the previous night. They weren’t anywhere that weird, a place that would raise much alarm, so Lucas would never know what was coming.

Chameleon was Chameleon again, forsaking Eliott’s face for his own blank canvas, waiting to be molded to whatever fit his agenda. Eliott briefly and fearfully wondered if Chameleon would take Lucas’ face and turn Spiderman into a villain.

Eliott had tried to glean as much information as he could from the man, but most of his questions remained unanswered. Still, he was able to deduce a few things. Chameleon wasn’t in charge, someone else was, but he was never referred to by name. He was the one that had made Chameleon into what he was, and he was the mastermind determined to bring his opposition to his knees. Apparently this boss knew nothing of who Spiderman actually was, he didn’t really care much for the boy behind the mask so long as he was out of the way. He didn’t know or care that he was just a sixteen year old boy shouldering a burden he hadn’t asked for.

The man from the eiffel tower worked for this boss as well, they called him Vulture, what with his mechanical wings. He’d gone to prison after his attempted attack, and Eliott suspected there was some plan in the works to break him out. There were a lot more people in on this than Eliott had expected, not that he’d actually seen any of them other than Chameleon, probably because no one would believe a story about a man with no face should he escape and send people their way. Still, Chameleon spoke of others as if they were a group of many, and that worried Eliott for Lucas’ sake more than anything.

Chameleon was somewhere out of sight, but within earshot. Unfortunately, Eliott was unable to pin down his location as he’d been blindfolded until Chameleon was a safe distance away. He had thin, nearly invisible cuffs linking his hands and his legs together, both so that he wouldn’t be able to run and so that Lucas wouldn’t notice them. He tried to school his expression into one of indifference, deciding how to best go about warning Lucas of the plot against him without saying anything at all.

The massive door opened and there was Lucas, scarf wrapped up tightly around him, beaming smile on his face once he located Eliott.

“This is a weird place,” Lucas said jokingly, “But you artists are nothing if not weird.”

The plan had been to tell Lucas to come here so he could take photos of him for an art assignment, and Lucas hadn’t questioned it one bit.

“It is weird,” Eliott said, trying to inform Lucas with his eyes just how weird it was. Lucas looked away, surveying the space with the hint of a smile on his face.

“So… what kind of photos are you taking, man?” Lucas asked, and Eliott scrunched up his face, forgetting for a minute that they were in the middle of an attempt to neutralize Lucas once and for all. Eliott was supposed to answer with a location for Lucas to stand, and then Chameleon would strike.

Instead, he was so caught off guard by Lucas’ words that he said, “Did you just call me man?”

“Yeah,” Lucas laughed, “Like you did the other day.”

Eliott couldn’t remember ever calling Lucas man, but maybe this was a new thing they were doing now? “Oh. Yeah?”

It came out as a question, and Eliott saw a slight shift in Lucas expression, from apprehension to relief. He didn’t know what it meant, but before he could say anything more, Lucas whispered so quietly that to anyone else it might have appeared he merely took a deep breath, “I love you. Stay cool, and trust me.”

Eliott barely had time to process the request before Lucas shot his arm out, web shooting from his wrist across the room. Eliott’s eyes widened as a shot rang out, skimming just past his own head, and Lucas tugged on the web, pulling Chameleon into their space.

Eliott tried to back away from the scene, forgetting he was somewhat locked into place, and ended up falling off the chair he was sitting on onto his side. Just in time, in fact, because Chameleon aimed another shot at him just as he fell.

Eliott had a limited view as Lucas kicked the gun from Chameleon’s hands, tying him up with webs that came from god knew where until he was entirely immobilized. Once Lucas looked satisfied with his handiwork, he raced over to where Eliott was on the ground, hair flopping into his eyes.

“Are you ok?” he asked, scrutinizing Eliott’s every inch.

“I—” Eliott began, subtly gesturing to his cuffed hands and legs. Lucas caught on, locating and ripping apart the restraints with ease.

Eliott’s breathing was ragged as he sat up, stretching out his limbs. “How did you—?”

“I once told you I’d recognize you anywhere,” Lucas said, blowing his hair from his eyes, “That also applies to recognizing when you aren’t you.”

“You knew it was a trick all along?” Eliott asked in disbelief.

Lucas laughed, and Eliott was amazed that he had the ability to do so after knowing that coming here might have been the last thing he’d ever done. “Not all along, don’t give me that much credit, but I pretty much deduced that you weren’t you when you came to see me. I had to be prepared for anything, and when you didn’t remember calling me ‘man’ the other day, that was all the confirmation I needed. Well, that and my spidey senses warning me someone was about to try to end your life.”

“Spidey senses?”

Lucas shook his head. “Don’t ask.”

Eliott and Lucas gazed at each other at the same time, realizing they’d both addressed the elephant in the room without noticing that they had. Lucas’ eyes softened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by alarms blaring all around them.

“Shit!” he hissed, unraveling his scarf and taking off his sweatshirt. In the blink of an eye, he was Spiderman, not Lucas, throwing his mask on and revealing the suit underneath his clothes. He tossed his discarded clothes to Eliott, who caught them just in time for Lucas to throw him over his shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes.

“Working out, huh?” Eliott teased aloud, even though the situation they were in probably didn’t require humor.

“Shut up,” Lucas said, but it was without malice. He set Eliott down in a hidden corner of the building where no one was sure to find him anytime soon. “Stay here,” he said, more seriously, shooting out a web and retracting it, Chameleon’s gun stuck to the end. He handed it to Eliott. “Only use this if you absolutely have to. If I do my job right, you shouldn’t.”

Then he was gone, swinging out of sight. Eliott knew that he should just let Lucas do his thing, that he was more skilled than ten versions of Eliott, but he couldn’t sit still knowing Lucas might be in danger.

He got up from the spot Lucas had hidden him in, dropping Lucas’ clothes and clicking the safety off his stolen gun. He had no idea how to use one, really, but pointing and shooting couldn’t be too hard. There were lots of loud noises and yelling, so Eliott followed the sounds, making sure the yelling was never coming from the voice he knew to be Lucas disguised as Spiderman. The alarms were still blaring, throwing Eliott off his rhythm because the noise was so piercing, but he pushed on, further and further into the belly of the beast.

Once he reached the action, however, he regretted not following Lucas’ instructions. He had no idea how Lucas was fending them all off, there were too many. Somehow, though, even more were spiderwebbed to the walls and floors in various places. Eliott realized that Lucas wasn’t killing anyone, and it’s not that he expected or wanted him to, but all of a sudden the gun he was holding felt heavy in his hands.

He’d aim for the legs, he decided, if he had to shoot.

A hand grabbed him from behind and before he knew it, he was on the floor, gun nearly slipping from his hands. The person who’d grabbed him was wearing a mask not wholly dissimilar to the one Lucas wore, but Eliott could see his eyes, and murderous quality they carried. He raised his weapon, something that looked a bit like a gun, but wasn’t that exactly. Eliott briefly wondered if it had something to do with the laboratory he’d stumbled upon weeks ago.

“And who are you?” the man snarled, standing above him. “Spiderman’s bodyguard? No, wait— you’re the boyfriend, aren’t you? Should have known he was a f—”

Eliott went blind with rage, regaining control of his body and swiping his leg under the man’s feet. The man still had his weapon in his hand, and Eliott was afraid to touch it, but he wrestled it from the man’s grip while he was still stunned from falling.

Standing over a villain with a weapon in either hand trying to fight for his and his superhero boyfriend’s lives put Eliott so far out of his element that he wondered if he’d accidentally stumbled into a parallel universe, but then the man moved beneath him and Eliott fired one of the weapons instinctively.

It was the one he didn’t know how to use, the gun that wasn’t a gun. The man’s eyes widened as a dart shot out, sticking him in the neck. Within seconds he was completely immobilized and Eliott freaked out, dropping both weapons. The man looked dead, eyes wide open but looking at nothing.

Eliott dropped, pressing his head to the man’s chest in search of a heartbeat, and nearly cried in relief. Sure, this was a bad guy, but he never wanted to kill someone, especially by accident. The heartbeat was there, but everything else was frozen. Eliott grabbed the dart from his neck, turning it over in his hands. There was a little canister with remnants of something brightly colored on the inside and Eliott dropped it before he could accidentally be paralyzed as well. Hopefully it would wear off eventually…

There was a loud clang across the room and a startled, “Fuck!” from a voice he knew too well and he picked up the paralyzing gun, leaving the other one before taking off towards the sound of Lucas’ voice. He looked out over the metal railing just in time to see Lucas jump from a few levels above. He cried out, but his voice was drowned out by all the other noises blaring from every direction.

Just before he reached the ground, Lucas shot a web to the ceiling and swung himself back up to the other side of the room, the side Eliott was on, jumping over the railing. Eliott’s heart was beating so rapidly that he could hardly stand it, but he didn’t want to be a coward in the face of danger, so he pushed on, running up the stairs and ducking out of the way before anyone could see him, trying to find his way up to Lucas’ level.

When he finally got up there, he was momentarily stunned to see Lucas fighting four people at once. Somehow, he looked completely in control, and Eliott found it kind of hot. Lucas turned, attaching a web to one of the guy’s heads and slamming it into the railing just as his eyes locked on Eliott’s.

He froze, and in that split second one of the men grabbed him by the top of his mask and pulled it off, pushing him over the side of the railing.

“No!” Eliott yelled, accidentally calling attention to himself. The three remaining men turned to him, and Eliott shot three darts in their direction, closing his eyes as he did so. He heard the sound of three bodies falling and cracked one eye open, breathing a sigh of relief.

He hadn’t heard Lucas hit the ground, but he couldn’t just assume everything was all right so he grabbed the mask from one of the villain’s hands and peered over the ledge.

Lucas was on the ground, but he was standing, legs spread into a fighting stance, eyes wandering about the cavernous room. His hair was more of a mess than it usually was and Eliott knew him well enough to know that he looked scared.

Eliott suddenly realized that everything was quiet now, the alarms had stopped. It was so quiet that he could have sworn he heard Lucas’ ragged breathing from five floors below.

Lucas looked up at him, and he sighed, hint of a relieved smile hitting his face as Eliott smiled at him in return. Maybe this was all over, maybe they were finally safe.

Eliott felt the cool barrel of a gun press against the side of his head at the same moment he noticed that Chameleon was no longer trapped under a sea of webs on the floor. A had enclosed his body in a vice like grip and Eliott knew that this was the end. Panic shot through Lucas’ eyes, and Eliott tried to keep his own expression calm, breathing steady. He was scared, he knew there was no use for him now, but he couldn’t die letting Lucas know how scared he was.

He heard the safety click off of the gun as he noticed something light and shiny extending from his chest. The gun pressed closer to his skull, and Lucas twitched his hand, pulling both of them over the side of the railing.

Chameleon’s grip slipped and Eliott was able to free himself from his hold, trying not to think about how he might break every bone in his body falling from such a height. But then arms wrapped him up tightly, arms that he had no problem sinking into because he knew that they belonged to the boy he loved.

“Fuck I’m so sorry about that,” Lucas whispered as he put Eliott down, carefully removing the web string from the front of Eliott’s shirt.

Eliott was vaguely aware that he was shaking slightly, whether from fear, adrenaline, or a mix of the two, he wasn’t sure. “It’s ok.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Lucas said, hands on Eliott’s shoulders. Eliott still had Lucas’ mask clenched tightly in one of his hands. He nodded, glancing over Lucas’ shoulder to the door and tensing up at what he saw.

Chameleon, because apparently they couldn’t have nice things, gun raised and pointed right at Lucas’ back.

“Lucas…” Eliott began, and a shot rang out. Eliott squeezed his eyes shut, expecting to feel Lucas crumple into his arms, but he didn’t. He opened his eyes slowly, wondering what he would see. Lucas was still there, and his hands were still on Eliott’s shoulders, but he was barely holding onto him anymore, head turned up to one of the upper levels in the building. Eliott followed his gaze, noticing that Lucas looked paler than usual, just in time to see the familiar looking man from the abandoned building tuck a gun into his waistband and walk away.

Eliott furrowed his eyebrows, gaze landing on where Chameleon way laying in a pool of blood on the floor, shot clean through his head. It was enough to make Eliott want to gag, and the small noise he made must have been enough to knock Lucas would of his daze.

“We’re leaving,” Lucas said, wasting no time and pulling Eliott by his hand.

“What about your clothes?” Eliott asked dumbly, but Lucas just shook his head.

“They don’t matter. Can I have my mask, please?”

Eliott handed it over and Lucas slipped it on with one hand, keeping the other locked in Eliott’s grip. “Why did that guy—”

“Not now, Eliott, please,” Lucas’ masked voice was somehow still familiar, especially now that Eliott knew who it was underneath. He felt like an idiot for not catching on to the inflections and mannerisms before. “Let’s get somewhere safe first.”

They were much further outside the city than Eliott had thought, though he wasn’t really sure where he’d assumed they were to begin with. They kept to side streets and back alleys, trying to stay out of sight of the general public, especially seeing as Lucas was in full Spiderman gear (or uniform? costume?).

They went back to Eliott’s, now that the other side knew where Lucas lived, and Lucas sent quick texts to Manon, Mika, and Lisa, telling them to stay somewhere else for the night and he’d explain everything in the morning. Eliott could tell he felt terrible for being the reason why their home was no longer safe, and it helped Eliott understand even better why he’d kept the secret for so long.

Eliott stayed silent long enough for both he and Lucas to take a shower and change, times spent in the shower a bit longer than necessary, even as the water went cold.

Lucas was tucked low under a pile of blankets by the time Eliott finished, and Eliott joined him, keeping enough distance between them to force them to talk instead of avoiding all that had happened and falling back into each other.

“So,” Eliott said, and Lucas barely responded to the sound of his voice. He wanted to reach out, but didn’t know if he should. “Are you ok?”

Lucas’ eyes shifted to his for a brief second. “I just wanted to help people,” he said, voice, soft, ragged, monotone, and filled to the brim with emotion all at once.

“I just wanted to help people,” he repeated, more adamantly, “And now everyone I love is in danger and you could have died and nothing will ever be the same and you might still hate me for it and I don’t even know what I’m doing ninety percent of the time and I feel everything too fucking much all the time and I—”

“Hey, L, hey, breathe with me,” Eliott said as Lucas’ words cut off into breathless sobs. He placed a hand on either side of Lucas’ face, and Lucas broke down, shaking his head as tears poured from his eyes.

“No one was supposed to be hurt other than me,” Lucas said.

Eliott leaned his forehead into Lucas’. “Lucas, don’t say that. Don’t ever say that.”

“But it’s true. The superhero is supposed to risk their life to save people, not sit there like a pathetic teenager while the person they love most in the world is kidnapped by the people that would have no qualms about killing everyone I’ve ever cared about.”

“But you are a teenager,” Eliott said softly, voice gentle enough to feel like a warm hug. “You didn’t ask for any of this, the power, the responsibility, but you shoulder it nonetheless. Quite well might I add.”

“You’re not— you’re not mad at me?” Lucas asked, wide blue eyes staring into the depths of Eliott’s soul.

Eliott could have stayed stubborn, could have acted as shocked or betrayed as he’d been when he first found out, but they were both alive, they were both together, and that’s all that really mattered. Lucas still looked apprehensive, but Eliott engulfed him in a hug that he secretly hoped would never end. He’d have more time to think about everything later, but right now he just wanted to hold Lucas in his arms and think that maybe things would turn out all right.

“You saved my life,” he whispered, mouth pressed up against Lucas’ shoulder, “How could I ever be mad at you?”

Lucas shook his head but held him tighter. “It’s ok if you were mad, though. Just because I saved you, and because I love you, doesn’t mean you don’t have a right to be mad at me for not telling you.”

“I know,” Eliott said, “It just seems so pointless, given everything that’s happened in the past however many days. You’re here in front of me, alive, and telling me that you love me, and that’s all I care about. Of course I’m going to worry a bit about you now, not because I don’t think you can handle being a superhero, but just because I never want to see you in danger. It’ll take some adjustment, but I’ll learn to manage it and support you in any way I can.”

Eliott felt Lucas squeeze his eyes shut against his shoulder just before he pulled back. “Sometimes I wish none of this ever happened, you know. I’d give up any superpowers any day if it meant the people I love were safe.”

“But then you wouldn’t be you,” Eliott said, brushing back a bit of hair from Lucas’ face.

“I’m not sure if I am me anymore.” Lucas looked so troubled, so deeply lost in thought, and all Eliott wanted to do was to dissuade any of his worries, but he knew it wasn’t really his place to do so. He had no idea what Lucas was going through, only that he wouldn’t be handling it all nearly as well if he’d been put in that situation.

“You are,” he said, nevertheless deciding the best course of action was reassurance. “You’re the same little shit I’ve been in love with longer than I realized, even if you’re all buff now.”

Lucas cracked a hint of a smile. “I haven’t actually been going to the gym,” he admitted.

Eliott laughed, wrapping his arms around Lucas’ neck. “Yeah, I kinda figured that one out.” He giggled eliciting a look of light amusement from Lucas. “Remember when you accidentally threw me off the bed?”

Lucas groaned, but he was smiling, and Eliott took a mental picture to remind himself of that look on the days he felt at his lowest. “Oh, god, I thought we were never speaking of that again?”

“It’s more embarrassing for me than for you,” Eliott said as he ran a finger down Lucas’ cheekbone. “But it can stay our little secret if you want.”

Lucas’ smile faltered and he pulled back. “Speaking of secrets… I’m sorry for keeping so many. I know you said you’re not mad or anything but… I’m sorry.”

He was looking at Eliott in a way that Eliott knew too well. It was the face of someone who simply needed to be forgiven, not to be told that he didn’t have to apologize. He’d worn that face many times, and Lucas always knew just what to say.

“I forgive you,” he said, and Lucas melted, looking like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He wrapped Lucas’ hands in his and searched his eyes. “No more secrets between the two of us, ok?”

Lucas nodded, single tear falling down his cheek. “Ok.”

Eliott pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and slow, before engulfing him in the same kind of all consuming bear hug he’d wanted to stay in forever just moments before. Lucas clutched him back, and Eliott could feel all the love they shared flowing between the two of them.

Lucas didn’t pull back as he started speaking, almost like he was scared to look Eliott in the eye. “I have one more secret.”

Eliott’s heart clenched in anticipation, but he answered with a simple, “Ok?”

“The man, the one who killed the guy without a face?” Lucas paused, breathing shakily. “I think he’s the boss of whatever those people are doing.”

“Ok?” Eliott said again, because that didn’t seem like too much of a secret. They’d both been there to witness it. Eliott had also assumed that must have been the man Chameleon had referred to as the boss.

“He…” Lucas trailed off, arms clutching Eliott tighter than ever. He was silent long enough that Eliott wondered if maybe he’d forgotten what he was going to say.

Eliott pulled back from their hug to see that Lucas’ eyes were shut so tightly like he was actively trying to convince himself whether he should or shouldn’t speak. He opened his eyes, then, looking more serious than ever. “He’s my father.”

Eliott froze, then blinked, sure he’d misheard. “I’m sorry?”

“That man, he’s my father,” Lucas repeated, like that made it make any more sense. “I don’t know what he wants, but I don’t think he knew it was me, not until he saw me there today.”

Lucas had always been a bit tight lipped about his father, and Eliott never pressed beyond the details Lucas had been willing to share over time, but it did make sense that the man would have looked familiar, certain traits aligning with the scared looking boy in front of Eliott right now.

“So… what does that mean,” Eliott asked, voice laced with concern.

“I don’t know,” Lucas admitted, “But I don’t think I’ll get so lucky next time.”

Eliott furrowed his brows. “What do you mean? He saved you from Chameleon.”

Lucas looked away from him, biting his top lip. “I don’t think he meant to save me. I think he wanted to reserve the kill shot for himself.”

“Lucas—” Eliott began, because surely that couldn’t be true. He knew that there was a rough history between the two of them, but he had to believe that Lucas’ father wasn’t rotten to the very core of his being.

“Eliott don’t try to reassure me, please,” Lucas said, “I only told you because I trust you, and I really don’t want any more secrets between the two of us either, but please don’t try to make me feel better about any of this, not right now.”

Eliott’s heart fissured in a few small places as he looked at Lucas, asking him the impossible. “I’ll help you through it all, then, in any way I can,” he promised, “Ok?”

Lucas nodded, pressing his head into Eliott’s chest. “I’m really glad we’re not dead.”

“I am too,” Eliott agreed, holding him steadily.

“I love you, El.”

“And I love you, L.”

Eliott couldn’t sleep, but he felt Lucas’ breathing steady over time, little puffs of air exhaling from his nose every now and again. It made him smile to think that Lucas could find safety in his arms after all they’d been through over the course of a few days. Logically, Eliott knew that with Lucas’ revelation there would be more to come, and it would make moments like these feel like a mere fantasy, but if the worst was yet to come, but at least they’d be facing it together this time.

Eliott clung onto that thought like a lifeline, and finally let himself fall into Lucas and into a dreamless sleep.

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