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#sorry this is so random i just needed somewhere to dump this thought out bc i could never to do it anywhere else in my actual life lmao

munsons-maiden · 2 years

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hi, i really need to vent rn and you are literally a safe space for anything eddie/joseph related and i just feel like i have to talk about it.

my heart is broken and ive cried my eyes out for a while now because joe wont be at the german comic con due to issues with his passport. ive spent so much money on tickets and the whole trip to see him. like, all i wanted was one of those hugs he gives everyone and i wrote him a letter and now its all for nothing.

i am so sad and frustrated now because i wont get my money back and i had to fight the entire week to get tickets for him. i almost got scammed two times and now this. no hug, no smile, no nothing :(

im still going and i at least got a ticket for grace, so as long as she wont cancel too, its at least something. but its still so disappointing and i feel so devastated. knowing that id meet him gave me so much motivation to do something and now its all gone again.

im still thinking if its a dck move to ask grace if she will take my letter and maybe gets it to joe somehow. the letter really means so much to me and idk if ill ever get the chance to give it to him now. but im scared that grace might think im only using her, if she even agrees. and if she did agree, maybe the letter would get lost somewhere and any chance of getting it to him is gone...

i really dont know what to do now and im trying to see the positive aspects but its so hard, considering everything i invested and all the hopes i had :(

sorry to dump this on you, i just needed to tell someone

same anon with the german comic con topic here... again i just feel like my last whining session sounded like im mostly frustrated that i spent so much money. and while that is true, i spent it gladly to meet joseph. just wanted to clarify.

the money issue isnt my biggest problem, its just the only thing i can actually be mad about rn, bcs joe has a valid reason to cancel. even if the passport thing is not the whole truth and maybe he ditched because the london cc wasnt going too great (some ppl speculate that he didn't wanna do another comic con so soon after) its his right to do so and i cant be mad at him.

its just so disappointing because i wanted to talk to him and see him interact with fans and ask him stuff. and now the opportunity is gone and it was pure luck that i even had this one chance. its just... i miss him, without ever meeting him? does that make sense?

i feel like his presence must be so nice to be around and i was so ecstatic when i finally got the tickets. and now i think i ruined it for myself because every time i overthink something, i make up 567 scenarios in my head, what could happen, what i could say and so on... and whenever i do this, i jinx it. and the little ppl controling my life, reading my thoughts, built me a path i didnt calculate.

its the same thing that happened this time, its the same thing that happens all the time with whatever situation i am confronted with.

to end this second rant on a note that is actually related to you and not just a random anon escalating in your asks... i could really use some new eddie content right now and i am over the moon, that worlds apart chapter 7 will be out soon and i can drown myself in my sorrow and the new chap ):)

Hi sweetheart! First of all, no worries, my inbox is always open🖤

I'm very sorry this happened, and I totally understand the sadness and frustration about the situation, it's absolutely valid. There's sadly not much of a positive aspect to this except for the fact that they're already talking to Joe about coming to another Comic Con in Germany in October - maybe it's worth a shot to try and get tickets for this one?

As for the letter; it depends entirely on what feels safe/comfortable for you. If you plan to get tickets for the October Con, you could keep the letter to give it to him yourself, since it seems very personal? In the end, you're the only person who can make a decision about that; you could take the letter with you and decide while you're there?

I hope you'll feel better soon, and should you decide to try for tickets for October, my fingers are crossed! 🖤

(And I hope Worlds Apart can contribute a little to comfort you🖤)

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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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hi i saw that your requests are open for the night for that list and i feel like 15&35 with spencer might be all i need to survive

anyways i’m on anon bc i’m scared you’ll hate this request but just know your writing is my favorite i would read your grocery lists at this point

excuse me i love this request please do not disparage yourself ever again <3 that’s the loveliest thing anybody has ever said to me and i will now think of you and this compliment whenever i write a grocery list

Ship: GN! (wears a bra, no mention of gender other than this) Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical case things, pining, mild thievery.

Word count: 2.4k

Prompts: #15 - "You’ve just won one free pass to my bedroom.”

#35 - “Well fuck, didn’t expect to be announcing my undying love for you this early in the morning.”

A/N: This got so ungodly long I’m so sorry I don’t even know if I can call this a blurb at this point it’s a full fic but I loved this idea so much and it ran away from me.

PLEASE let me know what you think because I bashed this out in the span of an hour and I’m not sure if I love or hate it.

Rossi’s spitballing theories behind you. Your head lolls on the desk, feeling far too heavy to attempt lifting up at this time of night. The case was hard, you were sleeping in shifts, and somehow you, Rossi, and Reid had drawn the short straw. Your eyes are blearing a little too much to make out the exact time on the clock, it’s on the opposite side of the room and your eyes burn when you squint to look at the time; you’re fairly certain you’re somewhere on the wrong side of 3am.

23 hours awake.

Sighing, you push yourself up, looking around and only now noting that Spencer isn’t in the room. He must have made his exit while you were flicking through the files making notes, it was often easier to do that with your headphones in.

Thankfully, you'd set up shop in a conference room at the hotel, given the local PD was tiny and barely equipped to handle its own officers.

“What about the meat packing district?” Rossi muses.

It’s a rhetorical question but one you actually have an answer to, “I don’t think so. The busiest part of the city is between the meat packing district and where he’s dumping the bodies. Cops do random stop-and-searches sometimes, I don’t know if he’d risk it.”

“He could drive around.”

You frown, thinking, “He’d be crossing state lines. Hey, wait,” You stand up from your chair, walking to the board and starting drawing circles that illustrate your point, “Spencer thought there must be a pattern, right? But it died off here and we didn’t know about any more victims. If we expanded the search to outside of state lines it might connect here, here, and here,” You circle each here with a point, tapping the pen against the board triumphantly.

Rossi smiles, “Good thinking kid. I’ll call Garcia.”

Exhausted from your breakthrough, you flop back down into the chair. The clothes you’ve been wearing are icky, uncomfortable with sweat and flying and you’re strongly regretting your choice in underwear now too.

You hear the door swing open, looking up to see Spencer entering the room. Holding your go-bag. The one you’d left on the jet this morning. The jet that was a two hour drive from your current location.

“Where did you? When did you?” Your incoherency is related to both your tiredness, and his thoughtfulness.

He smiles, “It took some calling around but I found a cab driver willing to go and pick it up. It just got here.”

“Spencer I-,” You start, scrambling to your feet to accept the bag he’s offering to you, “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you. How much was the cab?”

“Don’t worry about it,” He says, handing it to you and heading over to the board, “What are these?”

Rossi - who was watching the exchange with some amusement - starts explaining the eureka moment you’d had. Spencer nods along, turning to smile at you when Rossi credits the thought to you. It’s something he does a lot, Rossi’s noticed. Not in a condescending way, Spencer knows more than anyone just how capable you are at your job. It’s as if he needs to channel his love for you somewhere, and chooses pride. It’s the easiest one to explain, after all, because who isn’t happy for their colleague making breakthroughs?

That’s how Spencer justifies it anyhow.

You leave the room, heading to the bathroom to change. You’re incredibly grateful to slip out of your dirty clothes and the bra that’s cutting into you, so much so that you decide to pop on a t-shirt under your blazer. The sports bra and t-shirt combo revitalises you more than you thought possible for this hour.

Digging through, you find an item that you didn’t pack. A pair of brown fluffy slippers. Attached to them, a note, ‘I thought the heels on your boots looked uncomfortable, and I didn’t want your feet to hurt. - Spencer.

He signed the note. Something about that, alongside the gift itself, sends a flush of warmth through you.

He gave you his slippers

So?

Is that something friends do?

Wracking your brain, you try to think up if he’d do this for anyone else. Hotch? The thought makes you laugh. Emily? Maybe, actually. If she didn’t make it so hard for others to take care of her. Penelope? Almost definitely.

Your heart sinks a little, and you distract yourself by fumbling to get your work boots off and the slippers on.

It doesn’t matter it isn’t romantic, it matters that he did it.

It matters to every other person you date

He sets an impossibly high bar

Thankfully, the late hour means that there aren’t many local PD still hanging around to see your interesting choice of shoe. You slip through to the conference room, where Spencer and Rossi are huddled over the phone talking to Garcia.

Spencer does a double-take. He knew the gift he’d given you, but he hadn’t expected to see you...wearing them? You look beautiful: hair mussed from fiddling with it, an old college t-shirt under your blazer, brown fluffy slippers on your feet. The mix of professional and homely attire does something to him that he can’t quite explain, and he has to clear his throat before making his next point to Garcia.

Did he just blush?

You try not to stare at him, try not to see if that’s a tinge of red creeping up under his turtleneck.

It is.

“Thanks Garcia,” Rossi clips, hanging up the phone, “I’m going to go and find some coffee. You two,” He points, looking knowingly between you, “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

No sooner has Rossi left the room, you both try speaking at once.

“You look-” He starts.

“Thank you so-” You start.

You both tinge with warmth.

“You go first,” He says, gnawing at his plump lower lip, finger turning oer the pen in his hand.

You laugh, a little breathless, “Well fuck, I wasn’t expecting to be announcing my undying love for you this early in the morning.”

His eyebrows quirk, is that...hope?

No. Wishful thinking

It’s probably confusion, and you’re a little embarassed, so you quickly clarify, “I mean Spencer Reid this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I’m endebted to you forever, really.”

A look washes over him: disappointment? You can’t trust your eyes to see the clock, so you feel you can’t entrust them to analyse his micro-expressions right now either. Especially when you’re biased by personal desire.

“It’s no problem,” He says, voice cracking a little, “You look...” He trails off.

“Unprofessional?” You suggest, teasing.

He shakes his head, swallowing, “You look really nice.”

It’s your turn to swallow. You drop your gaze to the pen, feeling too flustered to continue looking your colleague in the eyes at this moment in time, “Thank you. Where did you get slippers at this time of night?”

He shifts, one hand settling over the wrist of the other and fingers nervously rubbing over the back of his hand, “They were uhm. They were mine.”

“Yours?”

“Yeah,” It comes out pitchy, a squeak, “I’m sorry, that’s probably weird I just thought-”

“No, Spence,” You say, looking up at him and giving him a genuine smile, “No, it’s really sweet. I’m really lucky to have you.”

He gives his signature tiny tight-lipped smile, the one he gives when he’s feeling awkward or suppressing something he wants to say but can’t.

Please let it be the latter.

You relinquish him of the obligation of responding, instead standing to join him at the board, “You think you’ve got enough to make a geographical profile out of this?”

He nods, tapping the board with his pen, “Your idea about crossing interstate lines was really smart.”

“I have my moments.”

He wants to tell you that everything you have is a moment. You want to step closer, to cup his face in your hands, to press a kiss to the lips that you swear are pouting, begging to be kissed. You don’t.

Namely, because Rossi chooses this moment to re-enter the room, clutching three cups of coffee, “A little help here?”

From the way you spring apart, despite not even being that close, he wishes he’d taken a little longer. Damn kids and their inability to express their feelings for one another.

***

It’s 4:30am when the alarm on your phone goes off. With the work of the four of you - Garcia sporadically included when she had genius updates - you’ve managed to uncover a pattern that arches across states. You’d called Hotch, who’d commended the good work and advised that you should head to bed at 4:30. The others would get up then, and start to head out to the different potential crime scenes. Local PD was already on it.

You’d been told under no uncertain terms that you were to rest until at least 10am. Unless there was a call from Hotch. You prayed there wouldn’t be.

Rossi’s off the minute the alarm rings, bustling out the door with a “See you later kids.”

You wait behind while Spencer packs his things into his satchel. Or rather, unpacks his things from his satchel, frantically tearing it apart.

“What are you looking for?” You ask.

“My key card,” He murmurs, “I swear it was in my wallet.”

“You were rooming with Morgan, right? Want me to call him?”

“Yes please,” He says, continuing to unearth the contents of his bag onto the desk, with an increasing degree of agitation every second that goes by.

You dial Morgan’s number, and he answers after two rings, “Hey kid.”

You put the phone on loudspeaker.

“Hey. I’m with Spencer, we’re about to head up to our rooms for the night, are you still here? He can’t find his keycard.”

He lets out a breath of air through his teeth, “Sorry, I’m already on my way to one of the crime scenes. Local PD found a body over the state line. Nobody’s at the hotel but you guys and Rossi.”

Spencer outwardly sighs.

“No problem, we’ll figure something out.”

“Alright, good work kid, get some rest.”

The phone line clicks. Spencer’s brow is pinched with frustration, and your heart breaks for him. You’ve all been awake well over 24 hours, and he looks exhausted. He’s more eyebag than man at this point.

“Do you want me to go to the front desk?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “Reception doesn’t open until 6am. I’ll just wait here until then.”

He starts packing the belongings back into his bag, a resigned look on his face. And you have an idea.

“Actually,” You say, pulling the keycard out of your pocket and sliding it across the table to him, “You’ve just won one free pass to my bedroom.”

He picks the card up, squinting in confusion.

“Me and Rossi both got put in single rooms. I mean, it might not be the most comfortable thing in the world, both of us in a single bed, but it’s better than nothing right?”

He opens his mouth to object, and you shake your head.

“Spence you look like you’re about to drop unconscious on the floor and I don’t want to be responsible for yet another injureid.”

You’re so tired that the pun seems hilarious to you, and it does elicit a small laugh from him.

“Come on, it’s either share a bed with me, share a bed with Rossi, or try to sleep in one of these chairs. And I’ll be honest, I’d be kind of offended if you’d rather either of the other two options.”

“I can sleep on the floor,” He says, obviously warming up to the offer but not wanting to push his luck. You can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

“You can. But you won’t,” You tell him, settling your go-bag on your shoulder, “And might I remind you that all this time you’re spending objecting are minutes we could be spending sleeping.”

That seems to win him over. He tucks everything back into his bag, zipping it up, “After you.”

“You have the keycard,” You smile, “After you.”

***

The bed is a single bed. It prompts another round of ‘No really, I can sleep on the floor’ from Spencer, your enquiries about if it’s too much for his germaphobia or issues with touching, and his blushy embarassed reassurance that he doesn’t mind if it’s you.

He doesn’t mind if it’s you.

Not as if you’ll spend the next year mulling over those words or anything.

When you get out of the bathroom from changing, Spencer is tucked up in bed. Well, you say tucked up, but he’s practically lay right on the edge. How he’s actually physically still being supported by the mattress at this point must be his physics magic.

“I thought I said I didn’t want you getting injured,” You say, crossing the room to him.

He opens his eyes, “I didn’t want to-”

“It’s okay Spence,” You tell him, huddling down into bed.

There’s about enough room for you both to fit in, with an inch between you, so you pull gently at his arms, urging him closer.

“There’s enough room for us both without you going flying in the night,” You tell him.

He nods, obviously still a little nervous. It’s odd, lying face to face with him, illuminated only by lamplight. He looks soft. He always does, but there’s something intimate about this. You can feel his breath fan across your cheek, can feel how heat radiates off his arms.

“Do you want me to turn the lamp off?” He asks.

It’s not your staring that implores him to ask, because he’s been staring at you too. The both of you, trapped in a perfect bubble of a moment. Lamplight a spotlight, highlighting all the features of the person you love most.

“Sure,” You whisper, breath catching in your throat.

He flicks it off, settling back down.

His breath brushes against your face when he asks, “Do you want me to turn around?”

“Do you want to?”

He hesitates for a moment, voice even softer when he answers, “No.”

It’s dark. You can hardly make out his outline. Yet somehow, you both just know. Shifting, infitismally closer. Breaching the tiniest gap between you somehow feels like crossing the Grand Canyon. Your heart thumps in your chest, and you can feel it in your fingers, the fingers that trace cautiously along his jaw.

His mouth finally, finally, slotting against yours in the most gentle of kisses. A blink and you’d miss it.

And yet, in the same blink, your life changes forever.

When Rossi makes a speech at your wedding, he admits to being the thief of the missing keycard, and intentional orchestrator of the greatest love story he’s ever known. His words.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being a Party Member

Stranger Kids x reader

warnings:

a/n: 💖💖 these ones were kind bad but i hope you like!

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Can you make a headcannon for Stranger Things of just being in the party? Sorry if its too vague. Thank you so much for giving us so much free content!!”

you’ve known the boys for a long, long time

your mom was friends with joyce in high school, so you knew will your whole life

he introduced you to mike and soon lucas and dustin had joined the mix

let’s face it, you guys weren’t the most popular, but as long as you had each other it was fine

“at recess do you want to play castle?”

“yes! but we need to make up our characters”

will the wise was born that day, it just stuck

you guys were obsessed with star wars when it came out

“i’d totally be a jedi” -mike

“mike, you’d cry at the sight of any alien creature”

“not true!”

“i think lucas would be a kickass pilot, though”

“i’d get the princess, too” -lucas

dustin ended up playing lightsabers with you, though

you’ve accidentally knocked down tons of stuff in mike’s basement

“cut it out, you guys!”

“soooorryyyyy”

“you are not!”

AV club was just the 5 of you acting afool under adult supervision

mr. clark was still proud of your young minds, though

D&D campaigns, you were the rogue

you were also easily distracted during the game

“anyone want chips, im gonna get some chips”

“no! you can’t leave now!”

“watch me”

playing with mike’s toys while he’s not looking

battling them with lucas, dustin, and will

until mike started protesting

bike rides around town until sunset

SLEEPOVERS

“who the hell is snoring?”

“i think it’s dustin”

“PILLOW FIGHT!!!”

“kids, time to sleep!” -any parent

“let’s watch a scary movie”

“no! i mean—i’m tired” -mike

depending on which house you were staying in, you’d have a great time

will’s brother, jonathan, was always nice to you

nancy...not so much

“hi na—” *door slams* “oh...”

erica always intruded on your sleepovers at lucas’s

“i wanna play! can i play?”

“no, erica, go play somewhere else”

“you’re so mean, lucas”

“bye!”

dustin didn’t have any siblings, but he did have a cat who was pretty nice

“hi mews!”

the night will disappeared was a night you’ll never forget

you were so determined to find him, he had to be around somewhere

you ended up getting in deeper water than you’d originally thought when you met eleven, who apparently had superpowers

“mike!!! you’re mom is gonna kill you for bringing a random girl in the house”

“i know! shhhhh”

she was weird to say the least

and it was pretty scary sneaking around with her

“dude...she has the force”

“shut up!”

after a long week of fighting with your friends and encountering inter dimensional monsters and the government, you realized your life would never be the same

your mom was pretty protective over you for a while

the party had to come to your house instead for the next few months

“sorry guys, she’s just...really upset about the whole thing”

“it’s okay, y/n. we don’t mind”

being each other’s support system

especially when it came to will, he really worried you guys

“today is will’s doctor visit, hope it goes okay...”

spending HOURS in the arcade, struggling to beat other people’s high scores

“i’m gonna do it! i’m gonna get the top score!”

“in your dreams, y/n”

hAlLoWeEn

you knew you weren’t supposed to dress up at school but no one was paying attention to you when you told them

unfortunate.

there was a new girl who mike hated right off the bat

but lucas and dustin wouldn’t stop fighting over

“you two are the worst, you know that?”

trick or treating and dumping your candy later on to trade, the most effective way to get the best halloween

“nougat, disgusting. anybody want it? i’ll give it to you for free”

*dustin and you simultaneously* “ME!”

dustin’s “pet lizard” scaring the hell out of you

“dart makes me...uncomfortable”

max pulling you aside to ask why mike hates her

“uh...he’s a dick? i don’t know”

you and max ended up getting along pretty okay, though

she did complain about mike a LOT though

and when lucas filled her in on the demogorgon/upside-down/eleven situation, EVERYONE was pissed

you guys realized that the upside down stuff was not over and there was an epic teamup with all of you yaaaay

steve harrington adopted you it’s true

eleven came back

that was cool

you gave her a hug bc like duh??? you missed her

steve babysitting you guys and then getting beat up by max’s stepbrother, billy

“can i hit him? i wanna hit him”

“do it!”

doing dumbass shit in the tunnels that ended up working out anyways! yay!

“we’re all gonna die we’re all gonna die oh my god i’m too young to die”

“Y/N STOP”

in the end everything was (mostly) okay but like, that was scarring

summer rolled around and el and mike were dating, max and lucas were dating, and dusting came back from camp and claimed to be dating some girl from faaaar away

“liar”

“i’m not lying!”

steve sneaking you into movies

he also gave you (and only you) free ice cream but only bc he knew you wouldn’t tell anyone else

robin and you talking while you hid in the break room to eat your ice cream

“so...what do you do for fun”

“kill monsters”

“oh...okay”

kinda sick of the party’s shit for a while, so dustin and you were off scheming with the scoops employees

bad ideaaaa!! the russians!! you were almost killed!!

rescue mission for steve and robin

“they’re high as shit”

“nO YOu aRe”

“wonderful, we’re screwed”

losing them fhdhdhsh

“y/n?!”

“what? i’m not a babysitter!”

being chased by russians but also the rest of the party showing up and updating you but also adults finally making an appearance and you wanting to cry because like what the fuck is happening

being chased by the mind flayer

“GUYS IF WE DONT MAKE IT I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW I LOVE YOU”

“Y/N. STOP SAYING THINGS THAT MAKE US THINK WE’RE GOING TO DIE”

eek that night sucked

you also almost fell down the hill that cerebro was placed on

and then uhhh hopper died so that was really bad and will ended up moving away with el and everyone was very sad

your mom cried when joyce left :(

you cried way too much

might i add going over to lucas’s to hang out with erica bc now you guys are friends lmaooo

“why are you here, y/n?”

“erica wanted me to come over”

“you two are impossible”

and to end this on a high note, the remaining party members in town were finally working through their differences as you all grew up and knew that it’d be impossible to separate for good

also pizza nights every week (sometimes accompanied by an older teen bc why not)

“if you guys eat all the damn pizza we’re gonna have a problem”

“we can’t help it! we’re growing!”

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irrelevantdev · 4 years

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Water Bottles

Third Gym Squad x Reader

Request: Anon- “hey bae its mee! so im just gon drop my req from discord here, the bois comforting reader after a bad breakup, a lil angst maybe? liike she feels super self conscious after the breakup nd the bois just telling her she's amazing!! if u do teamwise, seijoh, fukurodani or karasuno! otherwise, bokuto's sister ft a random squad u decide! or the third gym whatever u like im craving sumn good cronchy comfort rn. 🥺🥺 i'll go anon bc im shy uwu ily muah - 🐨”

Genre: a little bit of angst and a little bit of crack

Warnings: cursing

a/n: AHHH I’m so sorry I took forever to write this!! I’ve been working on it ever since you suggested it in the discord. I hope you enjoy it bb!! <33

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You were on your way to the water fountain to refill the water bottles for the boys practicing in the third gym. You were Fukurōdani’s manager after all, it was part of your job. Sadly, the nearest water fountain was outside the gym, attached to the wall. You made it to the fountain and started to fill up each water bottle, one by one. When you were finished with two bottles, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You decided to take an intermission from the bottle filling and see who texted you.

When you pulled out your phone, you unlocked it to see a few short heartbreaking messages sent from your boyfriend. Or, maybe you should say your ex-boyfriend. You got three very short sentences saying:

In a state of shock, you couldn’t even believe that it was true. You texted, “This a joke… right?”

He replied with, “I’m sorry, but I’m serious. I’m blocking you.”

You texted back, but got no reply. He really did block you and he really did break up with you. You leave him alone for one week to attend training camp and this happens? You dropped the bottles you were holding on the floor. The cluck they made when the dropped echoed throughout the night. You too, dropped to the floor, sitting on the cold cement with your back against the wall. All you did was stare at your phone and the same two messages: “I’m sorry but I’ve been falling for someone else.” “I’m breaking up with you.”

Tears formed in the wells of your eyes. You tried with all your might to hold them back, but the tears flowed down your cheeks. You started to sobbing, bringing your knees to your chest. You dropped your phone on the floor, cupped your face, and buried your face and hands in your knees. You stayed like that, weeping into your hands, heart shattered into pieces that couldn’t fit back together.

Minute by minute time passed by. You stayed seated in the same place, not knowing how long you were there. Time seemed to be irrelevant. You were still sobbing when you heard a familiar voice call out for you.

“Y/n? Are you here?” Akaashi called out, searching for you.

“Leave.” You muffled out between sniffles. It was dark out, so Akaashi used your voice to help guide himself to you.

“Y/n? Why are you on the floor?” he asked, puzzled.

“Why, do you think?” You looked up to him, meeting each other’s gaze. He saw the puffiness in your eyes and the red that took over the white part of your eyes.

“I’ll be right back.” he said, leaving.

“You're leaving me too? What the hell?” you shouted after him. A storm of guilt spiraled in your core, but you couldn’t help your actions. You were in a vulnerable state and spat out whatever your heart felt, without taking into consideration the things you were saying.

Around five minutes after Akaashi left you, he returned with others by his side.

“Hi Y/n!” Bokuto yelled, running towards you. Akaashi told me I had to help cheer you up!” You buried your face in your knees once again, not wanting anyone to see you in your current state. Tsukishima was the second one to approach you. He took one of the filled water bottles you had laying next to you, unscrewed the top, and threw the water at you.

“Bitch!” you screamed, raising your head off your lap.

“You're an ugly crier.” Tsukishima scoffed.

“Be nice to her!” Kuroo reprimanded Tsuki.

“Y/n, why are you sad?” Bokuto had a frown plastered across his face. “You’re making me sad.” he said, running to hide behind Akaashi.

“No, Bokuto, don’t be sad. You're making me feel worse.” you weeped.

“Ugh, all you guys are assholes.” Kuroo scoffed. “What’s wrong Y/n?” Kuroo asked, kneeling down to meet your eye level.

“Well, I got his text from-” You were suddenly cut off.

“Hey guys, “ Lev greeted, walking up to you guys.

“LEV YOU INTERRUPTED SOMETHING IMPORTANT.” Kuroo scolded.

“Oh sorry what’s going on.” He was standing with the group of boys surrounding you. He looked down and saw your red, puffy face. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Like I was saying before I got interrupted-”

“I heard screaming and yelling. What’s going on?” Hinata asked, approaching the group. He looked down, seeing you crying and sitting on the floor. “Y/n are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

“Like I’ve been trying to say, I got a text from my boyfriend, or I guess I should call him my ex-boyfriend now. Pretty much he dumped me over text.” You managed to mumble out between sobs. After you said that, your crying intensified.

“Do you need me to step on him?” Lev questioned. After he said that, you let out a slight giggle. Hinata came down and sat next to you. He wrapped you in a large, comforting hug. You didn’t return the gesture, you couldn’t. All you did was cry in his shoulder.

“He’s not worth your time Y/n.” Akashi said, trying to comfort you. After Akaashi said that, Bokuto walked up to you and slapped your face.

“What the hell?” you screamed, taking a momentary pause from crying.

“See, you stopped crying.” “Bro, that was so smart.” Kuroo complimented Bokuto. You grabbed two of the water bottles laying next to you and you threw them at Bokuto and Kuroo.

“Ugh I hate all of you.”

“But I didn’t do anything.” Akaashi said.

“Fine. I hate all of you except Akaashi.”

“What about me?” Hinata pouted.

“Of course I didn’t mean you.” You lifted your head from the ginger’s shoulder and hugged him back.

“If I’m not appreciated, then I’m leaving.” Tsuki said, turning around, about to leave.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kuroo grabbed the back of Tsuki’s collar, preventing him from going anywhere.

“Kuroo, stop being so kinky.” Lev mocked.

“He’s like a horny tornado!” Hinata mumbled while his head was resting on your shoulder.

“You know what that means?” you asked, shocked.

“Yeah, I’m not dumb.” Hinata replied.

“But you’re baby.” you sighed.

“I thought I was baby?” Lev asked.

“You’re too tall to be baby.” you answered.

“I hate it here.” Lev sighed.

“So do I,” Tsuki remarked. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm present in his voice.

“Lev! Stop running away from your receiving drills!” Yaku yelled, catching up to the mob of boys surrounding you. He proceeded to kick Lev’s ass, literally. He was telling Lev off, when all of a sudden, he turned and saw you. He was quick to comfort you and asked, “Y/n? What’s wrong.”

“Stop being such a two faced bitch.” Lev scoffed.

“What did you call me?” Yaku screamed.

“Both of you need to shut the fuck up, Y/n’s still crying.” Kuroo rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need that boy.” Hinata said as you were playing with his hair. He didn’t mind whenever you played with his ginger hair, so you normally did it when you teased him. This time, it was more comforting than playful.

“Fuck all of you, Hinata is the only nice one.”

“Hey, I’ve kinda helped right?” Kuroo queried.

You stopped playing with Hinata’s hair. “Come on, let's go somewhere where I can cry in peace.” you told Hinata. You both got up and started walking away. Before you went too far you turned over and said “Akaashi, you can come too.” You and Hinata waited for him to catch up to you guys. They popped a few jokes, helping you laugh and you three walked off in the distance.

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obscureoperations · 3 years

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Alright idk why I thought of this but here are some Lena and Martin and friends as Barbie movie quotes bc they're weirdly fitting and it's my current special interest so yeah xd

Pls dont judge me I swear this is way funnier than i usually am xd

Lena on the phone with Christina: She doesn't deserve to be with Martin! Who cares if she's exciting, fresh and fun!

Christina: Please, she sounds like a deodorant

Yeah Christina and Lena would totally be friends im certain of that

Martin: You're like the totally awesome, level-headed, kind-hearted glue that holds us all together!

*Phone rings*

Lena picking it up: Glue speaking-

Lena entering a place full of Americans™: Just to set the record straight, I do wash my clothes

Lena, angry at Cuda but needing to stay family friendly for Rose: Argh, he's such a mULe!

Abbie: Ms. Lena, my good friend!

Lena: I don't remember us being friends.

Abbie: Are you still mad at me?

Lena: Are you still taking things that aren't yours?

Lena in Braddock: Martin is somewhere in that house, I can feel it!

Rose: ... And can you feel how we get in there?

Martin: You just need to take a bath in vinegar and tomato juice...

Rose, reeking of whatever shit she got herself into: What am I, a salad?!

Rose: And we thank you Mr. Martin from the hearts of our bottoms-

Lena: Rosie- From the bottom of our hearts.

Rose: Oh, tak!

(This next one is more for the funsies bc I love that scene xd)

Lena: I'm so sorry Abbie dumped you- uh, you parted ways.

*accidentally drops book on Martin's head*

Martin: Ow!

Lena: Oh! Gotta get your nose out of those books and live a little, ahahahaha... no, why did I just say that...

Rose: But I didn't waste my morning Mr. Martin! I spent the whole day practicing this *random tapping*

Cuda: You know that flapping thing you were doing with your mouth just then?

Christina: You mean... expressing my opinion?

Cuda: Yes, that. No more of that.

Lena: *angry*

Martin: ... You okay Lena?

Lena: *calms down* I'm good, thanks. You? :)

Martin: Good, I'm good. Y'all good?

Christina: Yeah, yeah, sure, yeah!

Rose: Good, yeah, good. You good Mama?

Lena: STOP IT!

Cuda @ Martin: YOU DO NOT EXIST!

Martin, stepping on Rose's foot while dancing: I'm sorry!

Rose: You stepped on eight of my toes! I only have four left!

Martin: Two. You have two left.

Rose: ... Then that's even worse. >:[

Lena: You know what really bugs me, Rosie?

Rose: Yodeling hand puppets? :D

(yes thats an actual quote from a movie no joke)

Lena: Mr. Martin is like this cake. *takes Rose's cake while she isn't looking* It's only so much to go around. If that... czarownica has him... *takes bite* How much of his love will be left for us?

Rose: You stole my cake!

Lena: Not me, Ms. Santini.

Rose: ... How dare she... I wanted that cake... >:[

Lena: Come on... who was that weird to rhyme "scary" with "library"? *chuckles*

Martin: ... You think I'm weird? O_O

Martin: But if I'll tell her she'll get all weird and we won't be friends anymore, and everything will be majorly-

The radio host: Or you could end up a couple and live happily ever after! Ew. I just grossed myself out.

That's it for now, thanks for listening to me xd also this took me way more time to type than it should've xd

I am so sorry for filling up your blog with the randomest shit xd

These are lowkey hilarious 😂 oml!

The cake reference tho lmaooo I could think of another way I could compare him to cake but Rosie doesn’t need to hear all that👀😏

The bit where he steps on her foot... lmaooo ““that’s even worse!!” Omg😂 Rosie’s so cute I stg! Don’t be sorry... these are awesome!

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💘 ellis and cat, sav and rocco, and your pick from our billions of pairings.

I didn’t do a third because I didn’t realise how long this was jfdjsjds sorry

Ellis and Cat

where they first met and how I don’t remember if it was middle or high school, but they met at school when Ellis sat next to Cat in home ec and she got him booted every lesson <3

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved I don’t think they even really had one? Maybe the time they moved in up until the new years kiss kind of counts but tbh I think they just stumbled into having feelings for one another without realising.

who fell for who first Ellis for Cat I think? It was mutual deep down but it wasn’t until he kicked things off that she started actually realising she had those feelings.

where their first date was and what it was like I feel like most of their dates are more low key, funnily enough. Coffee and watching movies and going for walks rather than anything fancy, and it’s a miracle that Cat is okay with that, but with Ellis there’s a sense of relaxation she doesn’t get with other people and their dates reflect that.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) Ellis asked Cat out initially when he was in his boxers bc he was taking a shower after she’d dumped vodka on him. They’d just had a heart to heart after an argument, which is usually the way it goes with them.

who proposes first Ellis does.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away I don’t think they really have a reason to keep it secret? Cat has nobody to tell in the first place and maybe Ellis would have wanted to wait a little after getting back together to tell people about it but I don’t see that lasting long.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ) I think you said he proposes in a puddle in Little Italy ksdkfdkk

if they adopt any pets together All of the dogs

who’s more dominant I think it’s fairly equal in different ways? Cat is more forceful but Ellis is definitely the driving force of their relationship.

where their first kiss was and what it was like On the couch on new years and very confusing.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) I don’t think so, their tastes are too different jsjjasjds.

how into pda they are Cat’s fairly into it I think? Not like dry humping in the supermarket or anything but hand holding and little touches and public kissing is all fine with her.

who holds the umbrella when it rains Ellis does.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ) Probably the dog park if anywhere.

who’s more protective Catalina

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ) I feel like they shared a bed fairly early but as we know they didn’t have sex for like a year.

if they argue about anything They argue about everything.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) Ellis probably?

who steals whose clothes and how often I don’t think either steal one another clothes.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ) I always picture them side by side with her head on his shoulder tbh.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is I think for Cat it’s just watching movies and hanging with the dogs together.

how long they stay mad at each other Ten seconds and ten years at the same time.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are Cat’s is either black coffee or herbal teas, Ellis I feel like has something super sweet and super foamy.

if they ever have any children together Posie and Leo <3

if they have any special pet names for each other Just babe I think.

if they ever split up and / or get back together I don’t think they will break up again, butt they obviously have before.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ) If Cat has anything to say about it, it’ll be quite classy and neat, with little random touches of Ellis here and there that she hasn’t noticed yet.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like lots of fluff and love and time with the Halls <3

what their names are in each other’s phones She just has him as Ellis with a love heart but he probably gave her a name like KitKat or something she’d hate.

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ) I don’t think they do actually?

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first Ellis falls asleep first and Cat wakes up first.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon Ellis is the big spoon.

who hogs the bathroom Cat does.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside Cat I think loool.

Roccos and Savannah

where they first met and how On the streets of New York over a tub of ice cream

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved legit 2.4 seconds flat

who fell for who first I think probably Rocco but again only by split seconds.

where their first date was and what it was like I think it was probably like a super chill pizza date, probably followed by going around an arcade or something like that, just lots of fun.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) Rocco asked Savannah out at the end of their first date.

who proposes first Rocco for sure.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away They told everyone.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ) Initially I thought it would be a spur of the moment proposal but since they went to shit I think he’d think a bit harder about it and take it really seriously, probably asking her dad for permission. For some reason I’m 99% certain he proposes at the zoo but I have no idea why hdshahsa

if they adopt any pets together I think they definitely do later on, probably at least a dog and a cat.

who’s more dominant Rocco

where their first kiss was and what it was like Literally just on that sidewalk with the ice cream, something really sweet and fairly innocent.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) Oh absolutely. Rocco picks up everything he sees.

how into pda they are Rocco is super into it, he wants to have his arm around her constantly.

who holds the umbrella when it rains Savannah has to because Rocco gestures a lot and they end up soaked.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ) Somewhere quite active? Maybe Laser Tag.

who’s more protective Idk if either is but at a push, Savannah

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ) The day they met

if they argue about anything They argue when they misunderstand each other more than anything. I feel like when they know each other better, they’ll argue super rarely but for now they keep missing one another.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) I don’t think either are the type to excessively mark but probably Rocco

who steals whose clothes and how often Savannah steals Rocco’s

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ) Definitely spooning

what their favourite nonsexual activity is For Rocco I want to say it’s ordering takeout together tbh

how long they stay mad at each other Not long at all, I don’t think either really get that mad at one another they’re both just awkward.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are They feel like hot chocolate people to me.

if they ever have any children together I definitely think they do.

if they have any special pet names for each other Eventually I can definitely see this but I haven’t found it yet.

if they ever split up and / or get back together They dont officially split up bu they need to get back together.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ) Messy and chaotic and full of bright colours, it absolutely has the lived in look.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like When they eventually have one I feel like they’ll get up super later, eat leftover Pizza for breakfast, open gifts and then spend the day playing dumb games.

what their names are in each other’s phones Rocco has her saved as the ginger princess emoji with a purple love heart

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ) Again, they will eventually but it’s too early in their relationship to be established.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first I think Savannah to both is most likely

who’s the big spoon / little spoon Rocco is the big spoon who wishes he was a little spoon.

who hogs the bathroom Rocco

who kills the spiders / takes them outside Savannah

#ellis x catalina #rocco x savannah #taronegertcn

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That Wasn’t In A Plan, Was It?

When Dan and Phil are set to be partners in school project things start to happen. They slowly itch closer but will their past let them stay together? Written with the awesome @jocollins , enjoy!

A/N: yh so this slipped my mind entirely but thanks to jen for posting it and sorry for mistakes bc i haven’t had time to proof-read and it’s too long to do so now but i’ll post anyway :)

It was that time of the year again, the time when everyone was put in groups to do some projects. It was their school’s rule to have a one week long group project about random things they choose for pupils to do.

It was something like in Hogwarts, they were all sitting in the big hall, waiting to be called to see how they would be sorted.

There was 90% of them who loved this, loved to work with new people and work in groups.

But then there was the remaining 10% who couldn’t stand to be put in groups to work together with someone.

And guess what, Dan was in that 10%, he just couldn’t stand working in group projects.

Of course, Phil was also a part of that small 10%, he really didn’t see the point in group projects, especially when it was always a gamble to see whether or not you actually got along with the other students.

He was sat at the back, watching as everyone got put into pairs or trios or groups of four - their school loved to be awkward about every last detail - and keeping an eye out for people he knew.

This time around, his name was called near the end, and he hadn’t heard of his partner, someone called Daniel, so he didn’t really know where to go, awkwardly standing up and looking around.

Dan wasn’t paying attention to the sorting thing going on, he was slumped in the furthest away, darker corner, headphones in, listening to random music playing, scratching any remaining, this time sea blue, nail polish off his nails.

Phil didn’t even see him at first. It was only when someone right beside Dan loudly called his name to get his attention that Phil turned around, spotting the brunette in the corner, slowly making his way over.

Dan looked up only when Phil stopped in front of him, with his big, dark brown eyes that seemed so deep that you could get lost in them in a matter of seconds.

Phil ended up hesitating because of almost getting lost in Dan’s eyes but he managed to offer Dan a small wave. - Hi, I’m Phil… -

- Why? - Dan just asked, taking his earphones out.

Phil blanched slightly, confused. - Um, we’re partners for the project? -

- Oh, great, - Dan said sarcastically, looking back down at his nails.

Phil’s stomach sank a little, he’d hoped to be paired with someone who he could at least get along with. Just his luck.

- So I’m guessing you’re more interested in your nails than getting this done? - Phil muttered, forgetting about being polite.

- Oh, the sassy queen has arrived. What a pleasure! - Dan glared at Phil.

- I wish I was a queen, - Phil replied without thinking, - then I wouldn’t have to put up with this. -

- Then go and be one! - Dan snapped back, standing up.

Phil was used to being much taller than his friends so it was almost to see that Dan was a similar height to him, if not taller.

He shook his head, realising this was a bad way to start their week. - Okay, sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it, I know neither of us chose to do this, but can we at least try? - he asked, smiling again.

- I won’t go to your house, I won’t meet anyone in your family, or your friends. I will do my own stuff and you will do yours. Understand? - Dan asked in a strict tone, no joy in his voice.

Despite the smile fading from Phil’s face, he nodded, sighing. - Yeah, yeah, sounds good. How about we go and find out what our project is so we can get this over with? - he asked, already turning to walk to the teacher who had their task.

- I already know it, no need to waste our time. Let’s go and get over it. - Dan crossed his arms over his chest.

Phil turned back, surprised. - How do you already know? - he asked incredulously.

- Because. Are you coming or what? - Dan already turned around, walking out of the full hall of loud pupils.

He might usually have argued but Phil was more than happy to get out of there so he followed Dan wordlessly as they walked through the corridors.

Dan didn’t stop at the exit of school, simply continuing to walk to the forest behind their school.

- Uh, Dan? - Phil called, pausing, not really wanting to risk getting lost or something so soon.

- What? - Dan didn’t even turn around, simply continuing to walk, already almost inside the forest.

Phil sighed again, knowing Dan wasn’t going to stop now and just giving in, almost running to catch up, preferring to be with someone else if they really were going to do this.

- Never mind, - he muttered once he’d caught up.

- We won’t get lost, I walk here every day to get home faster. - Dan answered as if he had heard Phil’s thoughts.

- To get home? - Phil echoed, then blinked in shock, asking: - Are we going to your place? -

- Yes. - Dan put his hands in his jacket pockets.

- Oh, okay, - Phil replied, tightening his grip on his bag, already wondering what Dan’s room would look like.

- Well, you will see it. And why the hell are you wondering how my room look like? Are you some perv or something? - Dan stopped, turning around, causing Phil to bump into him and realize that he had said it aloud.

As most people would after such a realisation, Phil went bright red, looking down at the leaves under his shoes, shaking his head. - Sorry! I’m not a perv, I promise, I just- I think you can tell a lot about a person from their room so… - he mumbled.

- True. - Dan shrugged, turning around to keep walking.

The forest was almost over, soft sun starting to break through the branches but then, to Phil surprise, there was no road or simple meadow but an old cemetery and it seemed like that was casual for Dan because he went straight in.

Just like before, Phil paused, not wanting to go in, never having really liked cemeteries.

- Wait, Dan, where are you going? - he asked, hesitating at the gate, biting his lip as he waited for Dan to explain or something.

- Shortest way home. - Dan turned to look at Phil.

- Are you sure? - Phil asked, quieter this time.

- I walk here every day, so yes, I am sure. Now stop being a pussy and come on. - Dan sighed.

Phil gritted his teeth, frustrated. - Well, I’m sorry if we aren’t all used to choosing wayward routes home, - he muttered, but took a breath and just followed, walking quickly and looking at Dan’s shoes instead of their surroundings.

- Oh, so you would rather choose a four-hour walk home? - Dan snapped back but kept walking.

Phil didn’t look up but he raised his eyebrows anyway, waiting a moment before shrugging. - Maybe not… - he admitted.

Dan smirked, not saying anything more.

It took them a while to walk to the other end of the cemetery and, by the time they had, Phil never wanted to enter one again. He turned to Dan, finally looking at him again. - So, which way now? -

- Right ahead. Over the river. - Dan stretched his arms a bit, making his jacket scrunch up and reveal a beautiful sneak peek of abs.

Simply glad to be out of the cemetery, Phil walked a few steps before frowning, looking around. - Am I missing something? - he asked, - Is there meant to be a bridge somewhere? -

- No. - Dan snorted, walking to the tree that was laid over the river, simply walking over it without any problems.

Phil shook his head immediately. - I can’t do that, I’ll fall in… - he said, simply watching the waves under them.

- Oh, c’mon. I am tired and want to get home, so just man up and come. - Dan stretched his hand out for Phil.

But Phil was still reluctant, glancing between the river and Dan’s hand. - Maybe we can just work on this another time? - he mumbled.

- And you will walk back through the cemetery all alone now? Because I ain’t going back now. - Dan still held his hand out for Phil.

Phil groaned, hating the idea of that too. After a moment of awkwardly shifting, he just sighed, stepping forward slowly and taking Dan’s hand, gripping it tightly.

Dan just pulled him over, making Phil fall against Dan’s chest.

Phil yelped, not having expected the sudden movement, and forgot where he was, grabbing Dan reflexively, not letting go as he let his heart slow down.

Dan simply held him in his arms for a moment before steadying him and starting to walk again.

Right through a couple of trees was a casual looking house, Dan walked straight in just for them to be met with a man scowling.

- No fucking in my house! - he snapped at Dan.

- Oh, shut up! Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean that I’m gonna fuck everyone who comes into our house with a dick between their legs! - Dan snapped back, grabbing Phil’s arm and pulling him up the stairs, into a small dark room, shutting the door behind them.

Phil was still processing the fact that he hadn’t fallen into the river so he didn’t say anything at first, simply watching Dan dump his bag on the floor, then simply standing there, a little bewildered.

- Are you okay? - Phil asked eventually, then added: - Thank you for before. -

- So let’s just write each a separate part and then just talk out the review. - Dan simply said in a monotone voice, turning to his desk.

- That sounds good? - Phil frowned anyway, not sure if pushing Dan about anything was the best idea. - But, uh, what are we writing about? -

- Sexual assault’s impact on everyday lives. - Dan turned on his pc, taking off his jacket.

Phil nodded, then, looking around, simply sat on the floor, pulling out his phone so he could look anything up if he needed to.

- You can sit in the bed, I’m not sick. - Dan kicked off his shoes, turning on music and plopping down onto the bed.

- It’s fine, the floor’s okay, - Phil replied, shrugging his bag off and pulling out a notebook.

- Come here, so we can talk quietly. - Dan stretched out over the bed but left enough space for Phil next to him.

Phil hesitated but then just nodded quickly, perching on the bed, one of his legs hanging off. - Should we whisper? - he whispered.

- Something like that, my stepdad hates me and he can’t stand me staying alone in my room with anyone who has a dick after he found out that I’m into them. So he probably is standing behind the door and listening to see if we don’t start fucking any minute. - Dan murmured so casually as if he was talking about the weather.

Phil nodded again, going slightly red, fiddling with a pen, drawing random shapes. - Uh, I’m sorry about that, I’ll try not to get you into trouble, - he said sincerely.

Dan rolled over to his side, letting their legs brush together, looking up at Phil.

- I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. I could fuck you right now, against that door, just to annoy the shit out of him, - Dan murmured, slowly pushing himself up till there were only couple inches left between their faces, looking deep into Phil’s eyes.

Phil looked back into Dan’s eyes, lost in the way they looked like chocolate and honey and forests at the same time. - Um, I don’t think- - he trailed off, shaking his head. - I mean, what? We can’t…? -

Dan burst out laughing, falling back down onto the bed, joy actually sparkling in his eyes for a second.

Shocked yet again, Phil just shook his head, not sure if he was amused or just confused. He frowned slightly. - Well, I’m glad one of us got some joy out of that… - he said, but, this time, he meant it in a good way.

- Well, if you so want to, we can actually fuck. I don’t mind. You seem cool. - Dan shrugged.

Phil choked on air, finally looking away from Dan and taking a deep breath. - We just met though, - he mumbled.

- But you want it, don’t you? - Dan sat back up, leaning close to Phil, whispering in his ear, putting one of his hands on Phil’s knee.

There was a part of Phil that wanted to just say yes, to see where things would go because Dan was so unlike anyone else, but he shook his head, shuffling back a little, forgetting that he was sat on the edge of a bed and toppling onto the floor with a yelp.

And just somehow, probably because Dan was leaning against Phil so much, Dan ended up falling down, right on top of Phil, with a silent gasp, his eyes widening in surprise.

Having closed them when he’d fallen, Phil opened his eyes, gasping when he saw how close Dan was, but not moving in case they fell further, if that was possible. - Um, hi? - Phil smiled.

- Hi? - Dan mumbled back, still shocked.

Now Phil laughed. - You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re flustered… -

- Oh, you wish! - Dan growled, already getting up, accidentally pushing their hips together, cursing under his breath.

- I thought you said you preferred to do this by the door? - Phil smirked, finally getting his composure back.

- Sure. - Dan smirked, pulling Phil up and slamming him against the door, pressing their bodies together.

It took Phil a second to recover but he just raised an eyebrow, propping himself up with one foot so he didn’t fall. - Smooth, - he whispered, staring at Dan’s eyes again.

Dan opened his mouth to say something but no words came out, he was getting too lost in Phil’s eyes.

- See something you like? - Phil whispered, simply gazing back because he didn’t know what else to do, didn’t know what else he wanted to do.

- Yes… - Dan murmured, getting fully lost. - I am so not used to being with someone my age... - without even filtering, Dan breathed out, not realizing what he had just said out loud.

Phil tilted his head to one side, finally remembering to blink as well, then softly asked: - Who are you usually with, then? -

- Does it really matter? - Dan asked, sounding genuinely sad.

- Of course, - Phil replied warmly, - everything about you matters. -

- Why? You don’t even know me. - Dan sighed.

- Not yet, - Phil argued, - and I don’t think my opinion will change, to be honest. You’re Dan, who walks over fallen trees and has really warm eyes, and you already matter, so… -

- I have heard enough of warm lies, so why would I believe you? - Dan asked in full honesty.

- I don’t have any reason to lie to you, - Phil replied without missing a beat, meaning it.

- Okay… If you really want to know then they usually are someone a lot older, like our project teacher. - Dan looked away, taking a step back, sounding so heartbreakingly hurt and lost.

Phil stepped forward too, his frown softening to an expression of both sympathy and concern. - Oh, Dan… I’m sorry, - he said eventually, not really having the right words.

- Oh, shut up. It doesn’t matter. - Dan shook his head, stepping back again, all emotions gone.

Phil hummed. - Well, it does, but we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, - he settled with after a second, smiling.

- Talking about it won’t change anything! - Dan crawled back into his bed. - So, about what do you want to start? -

- It might if you talk to the right people, - Phil said, but joined Dan on the bed again, picking up the notebook from where it had fallen. - and I don’t mind, depends on which part you want to do. -

- Has it ever happened to you? - Dan turned to look at Phil.

Shrugging, Phil met Dan’s gaze and replied: - Not directly… but an old friend of mine… -

- Oh, then you have seen what it does to a person. - Dan took a deep breath.

- Yeah, - Phil sighed, waiting in case Dan wanted to say anything more.

- Are you still friends with them? - Dan asked, starting to scratch off his already half scratched nail polish.

- Well, I try to keep in touch but they moved away so… - Phil shrugged, not sure how else to explain it.

- Then you shouldn’t even try to be friends with me. - Dan was looking only at his nails, his face emotionless.

Phil watched Dan for a second but shook his head. - I’ll keep trying even if you move away too, - he announced firmly.

- You can’t say that, you don’t even know what actually happened to me or who I actually am. What if I’m some sex-hyped serial killer? - Dan looked up at Phil.

- Well, I’ve never met a sex-hyped serial killer who has muse posters in their room so I’ll take a bet and say you aren’t… - Phil smiled, only half joking.

- Do you know why he gave me this subject? - Dan slowly sat up.

Sitting up straighter himself, Phil shook his head for what must have been the tenth time already. - No… - he mumbled.

- Because I have gone through it. I know how it feels, I know how you feel after, how people start to look at you. - Dan looked straight into Phil’s eyes.

- I’m sorry, - Phil murmured, but didn’t look away from Dan, just offering him a soft smile. - But, unless you want me to, I don’t think I’ll look at you any differently… -

- Don’t you think that I’m disgusting? All used over and over again? - Dan moved a bit closer to Phil, not breaking eye contact, not even blinking.

- No, - Phil replied immediately, his eyebrows furrowing, leaning a little closer to Dan without thinking about it, - I think you’re kind and brave and very sarcastic, but nowhere near disgusting. -

- Do you really? - Dan was now hovering over Phil.

Phil nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact still. - Like I said, I don’t have any reason to lie to you. -

- Maybe you are just afraid that I’m gonna punch you. Or rape since I know how to do it correctly so others wouldn’t hear? - Dan hissed.

Phil flinched but didn’t move away, just raised an eyebrow. - Not really, unless you think I should be? - he asked.

- No one should. No one. - Dan breathed out, his voice strong but breaking at the same time.

Phil expression became serious again. - Can I hug you? - he asked suddenly, for some reason filled with the urge to try and help, to protect Dan.

- Why? - Dan looked like he was pushed off the track, for a moment looking all broken and vulnerable.

- I don’t know, you seem like you might need one… - Phil finally blinked, clearing his throat, - but it’s fine, I’m sorry if that was rude of me. -

Dan opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, swallowing roughly before letting himself drop down into Phil’s lap and slowly, as if unsure, leaned against Phil in a weird hug, simply holding his arms to his sides.

Phil froze for a moment but, now sure that was okay with the contact, gently put his arms around Dan, pulling him into a more comfortable position, just keeping ahold of him in case he wanted to let go.

Dan closed his eyes, sighing softly before breathing in Phil’s scent, nudging his face against his neck, slowly wrapping his arms around Phil’s waist.

At that, Phil tightened his grip slightly, pulling Dan a little closer, letting his own eyes close at the feeling of comfortable warmth radiating from Dan, wishing they could be able to just stay in a moment like this for days.

- You smell nice… - Dan murmured against Phil’s neck almost without a sound.

Phil went slightly pink but laughed a little. - Why, what do I smell like? - he asked, confused.

- Safety… - Dan mumbled, letting his whole body relax.

Phil didn’t say anything more, he wasn’t sure what to, he just held on to Dan as if this was what he’d been born to do.

Dan sat there without even moving, simply holding onto Phil.

It was only when Phil felt one of his legs go numb that he opened his eyes again, sighing. - Dan? - he mumbled softly. - You okay? -

Dan didn’t answer, his face still pressed against Phil.

- Or we can just stay here, - Phil continued, smiling slightly, - but I’ll definitely fall over if we ever get up, just be warned… -

Dan just softly pushed Phil, making him slide down on the bed, Dan still wrapped around him and on top of him, all so calm and soft.

It took Phil a second to shift into a more comfortable position but then he just tightened his grip once more, rarely having felt so content around another person. - Thank you, - he mumbled gratefully.

Dan just sighed softly, not really wanting to move but still slowly pushing himself back up, keeping his head down, not letting Phil see his red eyes, getting off Phil and walking to stare out of the window.

After a second, Phil stood up hesitantly, clasping his fingers together so he didn’t fiddle with them. - What happened? - he asked quietly, worry in his voice; they’d been pretty comfortable with no obvious reason to split apart.

- It was a mistake. You shouldn’t get close to me, - Dan spat back in an already coldly harsh tone.

- Is that really what you want? - Phil asked, keeping his tone neutral.

- For fuck's sake, Philip! It’s what’s better! - Dan snapped in sudden anger, clenching his hands into fists.

Phil shook his head, walking forward so he was beside Dan. - Better for who? - he asked, still quiet.

- You and everyone! - Dan growled.

Frowning, Phil replied: - I can decide what’s better for me, you just need to choose for yourself and then tell me. -

- I already fucking told you that it was a mistake and you or anyone else shouldn’t get close to me. End of conversation, - Dan growled, still not looking at Phil.

Phil sighed but nodded slightly. - Fine, if that’s what you want, we can just focus on the project. If you change your mind, well, I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon… -

- You are annoying. - Dan turned around, getting back into the bed.

- Thanks! - Phil grinned, then looked around. - Do you see my notebook anywhere? -

- No. Just sit down. - Dan shifted to the side to make more room for Phil to sit back down next to him.

With another unsuccessful glance around, Phil sat down, settling for a second before looking to Dan. - So, what’s the plan? -

- Just writing down the plan of what we will include in our work, then actually doing it, - Dan murmured, already calm, focusing on the pc in his lap.

- Wait, are we hand-writing this or typing it up? - Phil asked, wishing he’d asked someone this stuff before leaving.

- Hand-writing. - Dan slid down further into the pillows, looking already tired.

- You can rest, if you like, and I’ll get started for now, you can join me later? - Phil offered, not wanting Dan to push himself.

- I’m alright. - Dan cleared his throat. - So, let's get this started. -

Dan cracked his fingers before starting to brainstorm what they should and shouldn’t write. After a couple of hours, without even noticing, he was fully leaning against Phil, pointing to the screen, sounding a bit annoyed and sleepy but it just seemed that Dan’s body was seeking the warmth of Phil’s body, making Dan press himself even closer to Phil to get closer to the screen he was still pointing at.

And Phil didn’t mind giving him that warmth, simply shuffling closer without noticing, taking over the majority of the talking, letting Dan relax slightly. Only when they were both slipping down so far that they were almost lying down did Phil stop, putting the pc to one side. - I think we need to take a break, - he murmured.

- Nah… - Dan turned his head to the side, trailing off after noticing how close their faces actually were, feeling Phil’s breath on his lips.

Phil sent him a soft smile. - It’s fine, we got enough done anyway, - he said, his gaze running over the curls in Dan’s hair.

- When did we got so pushed together? - Dan asked, furrowing his eyebrows at Phil.

- When you refused to take a break earlier and carried on working hard, - Phil replied, shrugging.

- And why are you kissing me? - Dan leaned closer.

Phil blinked. - Good question… -

Dan just pulled Phil closer, smashing their lips together.

It wasn’t a particularly long kiss but it was long enough for Phil to confirm his decision of sticking with Dan and his peculiar softness.

Dan just let his head drop on Phil’s shoulder, too worn out from all the talking about the heavy subject they had and closing his eyes.

- Just 5 minutes and then we can continue working, - he murmured.

- Sure, - Phil whispered, already knowing he had no plans of waking Dan up until he woke up naturally.

Dan fell asleep right away, snuggling up closer to Phil, ending up napping for almost an hour, only waking up because of Phil’s phone starting to buzz.

Phil stumbled through several apologies without paying attention to what he was saying, eventually finding his phone after it had stopped buzzing, and glancing back to Dan. - Uh, probably should have made sure that didn’t happen, you can go back to sleep if you want? -

- What time is it? - Dan looked so damn confused, sitting up and looking around in little panic. - Uh, nearly half six, why? - Phil asked, steadying Dan so he didn’t topple over.

- Damn it, Phil, I told you 5 minutes, not almost an hour. - Dan growled, pulling his hair a bit.

Phil grabbed his hands without thinking. - Don’t do that! What’s wrong, have we missed something? -

Dan just looked down at Phil’s hand holding his, then looking back up with something weird glossing in his eyes.

- Sorry, - Phil mumbled, loosening his grip on Dan’s hands but not entirely letting go yet, trying to figure out what the look in Dan’s eyes was.

- I could have punched you, - Dan breathed out.

Phil looked back at Dan, shocked. - But you didn’t, - he said simply, smiling.

- But I could have. And why are you now smiling so big? - Dan furrowed his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side.

- Because, - Phil replied happily, - my face is very much un-punched. -

- Do you want me to change that? - Dan asked, leaning a bit closer to Phil, stretching out taller.

Frowning, Phil shook his head. - Not unless that will help you with something... ? - he still smiled afterwards anyway, not entirely sure why.

- Why are you still smiling so big? Aren’t you afraid that I will punch you or push you off the bed? - Dan scrunched his nose a bit.

Phil just smiled even more at that, committing the image of Dan scrunching his nose up to memory because of how cute it looked. - Nah, I already fell off earlier, can’t get much worse than that, - he said after a moment.

- True. - Dan sighed as if giving up and leaning back against pillows as if he had lost all interest in Phil.

Unfortunately, Phil had still been holding Dan’s hands so he ended up tilting forward, throwing his arms out on either side of Dan to avoid falling on him.

- That was unexpected, so now you want to fuck me or something? - Dan simply looked up at Phil, letting one of his arms be trapped next to his head under Phil’s hand.

Phil recoiled instantly, pushing himself back up and going slightly red. - No, - he said quietly, already feeling bad.

- Your weight feels different on top of me, - Dan mumbled.

- I don’t know what that means… - Phil admitted, shuffling so there was a slight gap between them.

- I mean when someone is on top of you, you can feel their weight and yours felt different. - Dan sat up and pushed Phil down, climbing on top of him, lowering himself so he would rest his whole body on his arms on each side of Phil’s head. - Like this… -

Phil held his breath, nodding without thinking, now hyper-aware of Dan’s warmth above him, fixing his gaze on Dan’s eyes. - Okay… Um, thank you? - he mumbled, finding it a bit difficult to think properly.

- I just explained in the way you would understand, - Dan mumbled so close to Phil’s lips that Phil could feel the words brushing against them.

- That was very kind of you, - Phil said, shivering slightly, then asked: - Is this comfortable for you? -

- Yes, isn’t it for you? - Dan shifted his body a bit, relaxing his legs more, which lead to their hips pushing together even more.

Phil took a second to compose himself before shrugging as best as he could. - Yeah, I guess it is, more comfortable than I’d have thought… -

- With the right person, it should feel like that. - Dan looked deep into Phil’s eyes.

- I guess you’re the right person, then. - Phil offered Dan another smile, a smaller, more genuine one.

- Not even close… Wait, - Dan shifted a bit. - Are you hard? -

Phil finally looked away from Dan, shaking his head. - No, maybe… I- Sorry… - he mumbled, stumbling over his words.

- Oh my, I thought that you were past the horny teenage phase, guess I was wrong. - Dan laughed, sitting up and getting off Phil, standing fully up, running a hand through his hair a bit too strong and roughly.

Phil sat up then, clearing his throat awkwardly. - Sorry, I’m not used to being so close to other people, - he explained, but then shrugged. - And I guess I’m just another typical teenager… -

- I guess. And you literally watched me sleeping for almost an hour. Have you thought that you are a perv? - Dan asked, turning to look at Phil, now a bit more relaxed again and joking lightly.

Phil made a face, putting his hands on his hips. - Excuse you, you’re the one that fell asleep on me! - he grinned, simply glad that Dan wasn’t too annoyed.

- Not my fault that you gave me so much emotional exhaustion that I fell asleep, - Dan snapped back with some shadow of a smile over his lips.

Not having a good reply to that, Phil just crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out, leaning back a bit, trying his best not to laugh.

Dan was first one to break out laughing, making Phil join him, filling the room with joy but soon they were disturbed by a loud, harsh knock on the door.

- Time for your fucktoy to go, dinner is ready. - Said some girl’s voice behind the door, not recognisable but really familiar to Phil for some unknown reason.

Dan didn’t answer anything, simply sighing, all joy lost.

Phil could almost see how Dan’s walls curled back up, his face going emotionless like the best poker player.

Knowing it was pointless to try anything else, Phil just jumped up and gathered his things, slinging his bag on one shoulder and then gently nudging Dan. - Hey, um, to be continued, right? - he asked, smiling almost sadly.

- Continue what exactly? Your horniness or our project? - Dan asked crossing his hands over his chest, distant smirk on his lips.

With some weird confidence, Phil winked. - Whichever one you like, - he whispered.

- You heard, no fucking in this house. Well, at least no gay fucking. But see you later, I guess. - Dan opened his bedroom door for Phil, leading him down to the front door, opening them too. - The bus stop is down the road but it will be more simple to just call a cab. -

- Thanks, - Phil said, - I’ll probably wait for a bus. - Then, before he could change his mind, he asked: - Can I hug you? As a goodbye? -

Dan looked a bit startled at first before shrugging a bit, stepping outside so Phil could hug him.

Slowly, Phil stepped closer and then just threw his arms around Dan, making sure not to crush him in any way but still pulling him close, hoping they’d meet again soon.

At first Dan just stood there a bit confused and tense but then slowly wrapped his arms around Phil.

Phil smiled, oddly happy from such a small thing. - Thank you, - he said softly, then, after a moment, pulled back. - So, uh, see you next time? -

- Yeah… Bye. - Dan stepped back a bit awkwardly, pushing his hands into his jeans pockets.

Phil waved at Dan, not caring that it might have seemed a bit childish, then laughed a bit. - Wait, which way was the bus stop? -

Dan laughed, shaking his head, closing the door behind his back and starting to lead Phil down the road to the bus stop.

- You didn’t have to come… - Phil said, but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

- Don’t want to be blamed for a murder. - Dan simply answered, sitting down at the bus stop to wait for the bus together with Phil.

Phil’s eyes widened. - What? - he asked, suddenly wondering where exactly he was that there was a risk of murder.

Dan started laughing by simply seeing Phil’s face.

- Oh, calm down, I’m joking. This is a safe neighbourhood. And here is the next bus. See you in school, I guess. - Dan still had a half smile on his lips.

Phil sighed with relief, then mock-glared at Dan. - Thanks for that panic… -

As the bus stopped next to them, Phil stood up and waved again. - See you in school! -

Dan just watched Phil get into the bus, after that offering a small smile to him before walking away.

The next day Dan didn’t show up in school.

Phil didn’t even know what to do, he didn’t have Dan’s number and he wasn’t sure if appearing at Dan’s house unannounced would actually do any good.

- What are you thinking about? - Lynsy, Phil’s kind of best friend, sat down next to Phil.

Phil blinked, staring at her in confusion before shaking his head. - Uh, nothing… -

- Yeah, whatever. So who is he? - She picked a fry from Phil’s plate.

- He? - Phil asked, not caring about the fry, double the amount of confusion in his head now.

- Well, you kinda said it yourself that you are interested in dicks, so I guess it is he. Am I wrong? - She looked up at Phil, batting her fake lashes.

For a moment, Phil just stared at her, then nodded very slightly. - I guess…. but that’s not what I’m thinking about, I’m just worried about him. -

- Why? - She kept stealing Phil’s food.

- Because. What else am I meant to do when he’s not in school even though he was okay yesterday? - Phil asked, finally paying attention to what she was doing. - And quit stealing my food! -

- Oi, oi. So you finally got a boyfriend then? - She leaned back in the chair, flipping her hair.

Phil shook his head, now having realised he was trying to figure out something about her voice, he just couldn’t place it. - I don’t think so? -

- But you were together last night. Did you two fuck? - She stole one fry from Phil’s plate again.

At that, Phil stiffened, suddenly thrown back to last night, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at her. - You were there? - he asked, shock in his voice.

- I was where? - She asked in confusion.

Phil opened his mouth to reply but changed his mind, taking a deep breath. - Does the name ‘Dan’ mean anything to you? - he asked slowly.

- No? Should it? - She stole another fry while Phil wasn’t looking.

But Phil frowned, almost sure about this. - Yeah, I think it should… I’m pretty sure it was you there yesterday, - he said, mostly to himself.

- What the hell are you talking about? I was where? - She now sounded a bit annoyed.

After taking the fry she’d just stolen out of her hand, Phil properly looked at her. - You were at Dan’s house, yesterday, when I went there, - he said firmly.

- Who is Dan? - She leaned back in her chair again, crossing her arms over her chest.

How was Phil meant to explain that? Surely she’d know Dan from him being around school, right? Conflicted, Phil just tilted his head. - He’s the one I’m working with for the project and you must be blind not to have seen him before. -

- Last name? - She sighed.

He had to think about it for a second. - Howell. -

- If you will tell this to anyone, I will slice your neck open with my freshly manicured nails. - She leaned closer to Phil. - He is kinda my step brother. -

- Whaa… ? - Phil trailed off, both a little scared and completely thrown off, eventually just sighing and letting his head fall on the table. - Are you serious? -

- Yes, I am serious. I wish I wasn’t but I am. - She sighed again.

Unsure of what else to do, Phil just laughed, looking back at Lynsy with a slight smirk as if he wasn’t completely shocked. - You threw me out of the house! - he raised an eyebrow jokingly.

- I didn’t know that it was you. We kinda don’t get along. He is like a slut, so yeah. - She flipped her hair once again.

Phil scowled at her. - No, he’s not! - he argued, - He’s amazing, and I don’t know why you’re insulting him. -

- I am living with him in one house. I have known him for longer than you. So, yes, he is a slut. Call him a fuckaboy if you like. - She tried to take another fry from Phil.

But this time, Phil took the plate away and stood up, still glaring at her. - That’s not fair on him at all and I’m not going to sit and listen to you insult him. -

- Hey, I’m your best friend! C’moon! Okay, I won’t say a thing about him. And by the way, he stayed home today, was out late last night and then got yelled at by my father. If you want you can go and do your project with him. But remember what I told you. I have seen things and I have heard convos he has had with his mother and my father. - Lynsy stood up too.

Phil was torn between forgiving her and ignoring her completely. Instead of either of those things, he just sighed, putting the plate down. - I’ll remember but I’m going to make my own judgements. Thanks for letting me know, I guess. I’ll see you later… - he ended the conversation by walking away, he wasn’t really sure where he was going, just away from Lynsy.

Not even a second later Phil got a text from her with a phone number in it.

- Dan’s. Just don’t say that I gave it to you. He hates to give his number to almost anymore at all. L. -

Phil sent a quick ‘thank you’ back, not sure he wanted to say anything that could result in a conversation, then added Dan’s number to his phone, debating whether or not to text him.

After some debating, he convinced himself that their work would come out better if they actually made it together. Without a second's hesitation, the phone was in his hand, ready to text Dan.

Just as he was about to text ‘hi’, someone crashed into him, making him stumble and press random keys because of the shock, ending up sending a jumble of letters to Dan.

- Who is this and what the fuck? - Dan answered within seconds.

- Sorry! - Phil texted, then realised that wasn't much better, adding: - This is Phil, I was just going to ask how you're doing? -

- How did you get this number? -

Phil frowned, not wanting to give Lynsy away but also not wanting to lie and ruin things.

- Well, I have my ways… -

- Fine. What do you want? -

- To ask if you're okay, and why you're not in school? -

- I’m okay. -

Phil paused, knowing that wasn't really an answer but also guessing Dan wouldn't tell him if he kept asking.

- Are you up for working on the project? -

- Sure. -

- Will you give me directions later, then? Don't think I remember the way - Phil stopped, realising he'd started walking without thinking.

- Later? Just come right away. Go to the bus stop left from school and take bus 21 -

- I can't, I have another lesson… will there be another bus in an hour? -

- Yeah. -

Phil sighed in relief, walking to his next lesson with a small smile on his face.

- See you in a bit! - He sent just before the teacher walked in.

Dan didn’t answer anymore, not disturbing Phil in his lesson. The lesson itself was kinda interesting so the 40 minutes flew away without notice.

As soon as it was over, Phil texted Dan again: - Guess who's on their way? -

- Pizza? - Dan yet again answered right away as if he had waited for Phil’s text.

Phil actually laughed out loud. - Did you want me to get pizza? -

- That was a joke but if you want then go on, can’t decline a good pizza. -

Making a quick decision, Phil went back into their school, knowing their canteen would still be open, and quickly got two mini pizzas for them, then heading backing to the bus stop.

- Consider it done! -

- Then get your ass here. I’m hungry. -

- I don't control the bus! -

Right then, the right bus stopped in front of Phil.

He stared at it in shock, then just shrugged and quickly got on, the driver saying nothing, sitting by the window.

- Which stop is it? -

- 10th -

- What am I meant to do for ten stops? So long.. -

- It will take only like 12 mins so calm down your tits, drama queen. -

It took all of Phil's resolve not to laugh, shaking his head instead.

- The pizza might be cold by then :( -

- Then keep it warm. I’m waiting. -

- How??? -

- By not missing the right bus stop. -

- Alright, genius! - Phil looked up as they hit a bump, waiting until they settled before returning to his phone, keeping the pizza close as if he could heat it up himself.

Right there came the right stop.

Shocked for the second time and half wondering if Dan had some kind of magic, Phil murmured a ‘thank you’ to the driver before getting off, then frowning as he looked around to see numerous trees and no paths.

- Do I have to walk into the forest or? -

- You really don’t remember how you got to the bus stop yesterday? Seriously? -

- It was either left or right to your place but I don't remember which… Are you really gonna make me stand out here or tell me where to go? -

Dan didn’t answer anything. But just a minute later Phil could see Dan coming down the street, dressed all in black with a hood on.

Phil beamed, pocketing his phone and running to meet Dan, stopping just in front of him. - Hi! Can I hug you? - he asked quickly.

- Not the best idea. - Dan murmured, sounding exhausted, looking up to reveal his split lip and a black eye.

Phil winced, nodding slowly. - I'm sorry. We can just go back so you can have the pizza? It's still warm… -

- But you can hug me if you want. - Dan let his arms drop by his sides.

Phil smiled warmly, putting the pizza boxes on the ground and quickly wrapping his arms around Dan, pulling him close but being careful not to grip too tightly in case he was hurt anywhere else.

Dan winced anyway, taking in a sharp breath but still slowly wrapping his arms around Phil.

- I'm sorry, - Phil murmured, not fully letting go but loosening his grip.

- It’s okay. Let’s go inside, I’m getting cold and I would love to sit down, my ribs are hurting. - Dan breathed out.

Phil pulled back, grabbing the boxes and hesitantly taking Dan's hand, looking up at him as if silently asking if that was okay.

Dan looked down at their hands, with the same weird look in his eyes as yesterday when Phil unexpectedly took Dan’s arm.

Not really knowing what that meant, Phil let his hand slip out Dan's again, looking at the road. - Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to… - he just trailed off, waiting to see if Dan was going to say anything.

Dan just put his hands in his hoodie pockets and kept on walking without saying a word, letting Phil in the house.

- No one else is home so we have some alone time. - He added before shutting the door behind Phil.

Phil nodded, smiling warmly and placing his bag on the floor with a soft thud. - We can eat the pizza you made me get, then! -

- Sure. - Dan just kept walking up the stairs, holding an arm over his ribs.

Phil frowned at him, waiting until they were at the top before asking: - Hey, are you sure you’re okay? -

- No. - Dan groaned, slowly sitting down on his bed.

- Should I call someone? Do you need to get checked? - Phil asked worriedly, staying stood up in case he did have to get help.

- Calm down, drama queen. - Dan breathed out, now more evenly, keeping his eyes closed, well, the bruised eye was already half closed even when he tried to keep it open.

- What else do you expect me to do? - Phil asked, sitting beside him, now convinced Dan wouldn’t just collapse.

- Phillip, could you just please give me that damn pizza? - Dan slowly opened his eyes and half glared at Phil.

Rolling his eyes, Phil handed Dan the two boxes, not minding if Dan chose to eat both. - You’re quite demanding, you know? - he teased.

- Am I? - Dan asked, opening the boxes and looking over pizzas there, then choosing the left one and starting to eat it.

- Nah, not really, - Phil answered, sighing. He then realised he’d left his bag, with his notebook inside, downstairs. - I’ll be right back, - he said to Dan.

Dan just furrowed his brows but said nothing, continuing to eat.

It didn’t take Phil long to get back, dumping his bag by the bed, waiting until had eaten his pizza before clearing his throat. - Uh, so, what happened? I mean… how did you get hurt? -

- You could say that someone got pretty jealous of me spending last night’s evening with you alone in my room and kissing you. - Dan said, slowly lying down, one hand thrown over his chest.

Phil’s face fell, both horrified and guilty. - I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- Should I even be here then, if it’s only going to get you hurt? -

Dan looked at Phil and started laughing, soon scrunching up his nose in pain, stopping right away, coughing a couple of times.

- Are you serious right now? - He cleared his throat again.

Phil just nodded. - Of course. Why would I be joking about this? - he asked quietly.

- Yesterday you made me think that you actually wanted my company. Guess that I was just a fool. - Dan sat up, all light mood gone.

- What? - Phil frowned at him, but not angrily, just with confusion. - I do want your company, that won’t just change, but I don’t want you to… Well, look like you do now just because of me. -

- I don’t care about him! He can go fuck himself! - Dan stood up in sudden anger, his hands in fists.

- Careful! - Phil stood too, one hand near Dan’s shoulders since he didn’t seem fully steady. - Who is it that found out anyway? -

- Who, who! The one that gave us the fucking project! - Dan growled.

Phil didn’t really know what to say, slowly putting an arm around Dan. - I’m sorry, Dan, - he mumbled.

With one swift motion, Dan slammed Phil against the wall, one hand in a firm grip around his throat, eyes burning.

- Don’t you fucking touch me. - He hissed.

Phil blinked, gasping. - Sorry, - he croaked, his hands pushing Dan’s away to try and get a breath.

Dan blinked as if waking up, confusion and some unrecognisable emotions taking over his face, slowly letting his arms drop by his sides, murmuring a silent “sorry” before stepping fully away from Phil with head hung low.

- Hey, it’s okay, it was my fault… - Phil whispered, shuffling awkardly. - So I’m sorry. -

- It will be better for you, if you will go away and never see me again, - Dan said in a quiet voice, with his back turned to Phil, trying to push all his emotions down.

- I don’t want to, - Phil said, then coughed pointedly, - But I can if that’s what you want? -

- Just go fucking away. Leave like every else. Just go. - All of a sudden Dan sounded so damn tired like he hadn’t got any rest for years.

But Phil just sat down, crossing his legs, looking up at Dan. - I’d rather stay, to be honest. - he smiled softly.

- You are so damn weird… - Dan murmured more to himself than for Phil to hear but still turned around and sit down next to Phil, slowly sliding deeper into the pillows.

Phil grinned, nodding. - Yeah, I am. You look like you need a year of sleep or something, - he commented.

- Oh thank you, princess, - Dan snapped back, rolling his eyes, which ended up with him scrunching up his nose in pain.

Phil shrugged. - What? I’m not wrong. Why didn’t you sleep in the day? -

- Do you always ask so many questions? - Dan sighed, leaning even more into the pillows.

- Because your answers are always so mysterious, - Phil replied, trying not to laugh at how Dan looked like he was being swallowed by the pillows.

- You look like you want to take away my pillows. - Dan commented, looking deep into Phil’s eyes.

- Well, they look like they want to take you away so it’s only fair I look at them the same way, right? - Phil wasn’t even fully sure what he was saying, simply staring at Dan.

- Then come. - Dan simply murmured, not breaking the eye contact with Phil.

- Come where? - Phil asked, finally remembering how to blink.

- Taste the pillows… - Dan mumbled, reaching up and softly pulling Phil down on top of him, not caring about bruised ribs anymore.

Phil froze at first, panicking, but, when Dan didn’t seem to be in too much pain or push him away, he relaxed, shifting so his full weight wasn’t on Dan and sighing gratefully. - Thank you, - he mumbled.

Dan didn’t say anything, simply looking down at Phil, slowly wrapping his hand into Phil’s hair, starting to play with it.

Immediately, Phil was a little calmer, relaxing a bit more, focusing only on Dan’s hand, letting the silence wash over them for a while.

- What are you doing to me? - Dan breathed out almost with no sound at all.

- Am I meant to answer that? - Phil asked quietly, still not moving.

- Maybe… I’ve been wondering it for a while now… - Dan murmured, softly pulling Phil even a bit closer, letting his head rest against his neck, softly playing with his hair.

Phil’s eyes shut without him meaning them to, but he frowned a little. - What do you mean? - he asked, letting his gaze run over Dan’s hoodie sleeve since he didn’t want to move.

- With you I just can’t be the rough bad boy who don’t give a flying shit… It’s weird… And scary… - Dan breathed out a bit sharper.

Phil hummed, thinking for a second. - I don’t think you really are that kind of person, not really. - he commented, then shifted a bit. - Wait, are you okay? Am I hurting you? -

- I’m hurting myself… - Dan tightened his grip a bit around Phil, not really allowing him to get up. - Do you really think that I am not that slutty dark boy? -

Phil put his arm around Dan, hugging him as gently as he could. - Of course, I don’t think you’re that kind of person. You’re so much better than that, - he whispered sincerely.

- But I’m fucking our teacher. Doesn’t it make you sick? - Dan asked, sincerely confused and yet curious.

- It makes me wish you had better, and it makes me hate our teacher, but it’s not you that makes me sick… - Phil replied honestly.

- You know, I probably will get punished for holding you like this and being so open with you. He is jealous of you. - Dan let out in some unsaid emotions in his voice.

- What? How will he know? - Phil asked, immediately moving to try and sit back, hating the idea of Dan getting in trouble again, when he was still injured.

Dan growled in pain by Phil trying to sit up and accidently putting more weight on Dan’s bruised ribs.

- Let’s say that he keeps me in control. - Dan said throught gritted teeth.

Phil mumbled an apology without thinking, settling back next to Dan, now worried. - What? How? So you’re not safe here then? -

- Do you always act like such a drama queen? - Dan rolled his eyes.

- You seem to bring out that part of me, - Phil grumbled, but he wasn’t really grumpy, just unsure of how to explain it.

- Can’t you just kiss me and forget about it? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or something. - Dan groaned trying to shift into a more comfortable position.

- Foget about you? Impossible. - Phil glanced at Dan, concerned.

- Not me, him and all that shit. - Dan groaned, trying to lie down on his side but ending up with his scrunched up nose in pain and a small gasp for breath.

Phil sat them both up, then pushed one of the pillows behind Dan, frowning. - No, I can’t forget that, you can’t even lie down properly, that’s not easily forgotten… -

- He’s a fucking teacher, you can’t do anything about it. - Dan growled with slight anger.

- Maybe we could? - Phil argued, then sighed. - But first, do you have painkillers that you can take anywhere? -

- Yes, one right in front of me. - Dan snapped back, sounding a bit tired already.

Phil raised an eyebrow, a small smile on his face nonetheless. - Daaan, we both know I can’t help that much, if that’s what you meant. Do you have any? - he asked again.

- You could finally kiss me. - Dan avoided the question, rising one eyebrow at Phil.

- I wish, but I’d rather not get you any more injuries, - Phil sighed, slumping slightly.

- Grrrrr. Fine, whatever. - Dan pushed himself past Phil, getting up to get his computer and notepad, not being in the best mood.

Phil watched him, folding his arms, still no less worried. - Will you please just rest? Why are you making it worse for yourself? -

- Because I don’t care! - Dan snapped in sudden anger, slaming the notepad down with a loud thud.

- Well, I do! - Phil snapped back, a bit shocked from the sudden thud, taking a deep breath. - Just… just take care of yourself, for me if not yourself? -

- Why? Why should I? After this damn project you won’t even remember my fucking name! - Dan was fighting his anger mixing with something else.

Phil shook his head. - Are you sure about that? Because I’m pretty sure I can’t forget you, project or no project, - he said firmly, not looking away from Dan.

- Whatever, - Dan murmured, sitting down and simply starting to work.

- That’s it? You’re not going to let yourself recover? - Phil folded his arms again, trying to think of what to do to get Dan to take care of himself.

- So, which part of this you think we should discuss more, first or second one? - Dan asked, fully ignoring Phil, pointing to the screen with a pen in his hand.

- The third one where you give yourself a break, if you don’t mind, - Phil muttered, standing up beside Dan.

- Okay, let’s take a bit from both. You will be writing the first one and I will take second one. - Dan kept ignoring Phil.

Phil groaned. - Should I just start talking about carrots or something? Not like you’re going to acknowledge it even if I say, I don’t know, black is a stupid colour! -

- Stop being a drama queen, it’s getting annoying. - Dan groaned, shifting a bit.

- Well, I’m sorry for being concerned that the same person who can’t sit up properly is now ignoring basic self-care, - Phil muttered, this time more annoyed.

- And why the fuck should you care? You are just some emo-haired prick who is a bigger drama queen then all pussies put together in our school! - Dan snapped back, still with his back toward Phil.

Phil flinched, his mouth opening but no sound coming out as he stared at Dan, trying to figure out if he meant that or not. After a second, despite half wanting to just run, he exhaled slowly. - And what exactly is that meant to mean? - he asked, his voice more or less calm.

- Were you born such an idiot or did you take an extra course to be one? - Dan asked in a tired voice, letting one hand slide over his face.

Despite the urge to just cry, Phil shook his head. - I’d be an idiot if I believed you meant that, - he whispered, frowning, - so why are you saying it? -

- Why are you such a pussy? - Dan just snapped back, not moving.

Phil just moved round so he was in front of Dan. - I don’t know, just who I am. What’s the problem? -

- Can’t you just fuck off already? You have started to play on my nerves. - Dan groaned, not looking at Phil, looking down at his pc.

- If you can look me in the eyes and genuinely tell me you hate my presence, I’ll leave and see you at school, but otherwise I’m staying, - Phil said, a heavy knot in his stomach.

- You are already on the edge of crying, I hate crying, it’s for babies, - Dan said without any interest at all but still didn’t look up.

Phil scoffed. - Tell that to science. It’s really not for babies, - he argued, still staring at Dan, leaning on the wall slightly.

- And what? You will keep bothering me till I do what? Make you cry? Punch you? - Dan put his pc down on the table and went to sit down on the bed with his notepad resting in his lap.

- Until you admit that you’re worth caring about, - Phil replied, staying where he was just in case he annoyed Dan further.

- You know what? I’m done. - Dan slapped the notepad down next to him, his hands already in fists.

Phil frowned again, his face half-hurting from the action. - With what? -

- With you, for fucks sake! - Dan stood up so suddenly that when he pushed Phil fully against wall it made Phil’s breath hitch, Dan’s eyes glowing dark.

- Um, ow? - Phil’s brows furrowed as he looked into Dan’s eyes, waiting to see what Dan would do next.

Dan just held Phil pushed against the wall, his fists gripping Phil’s hoodie, eyes still glowing, his lips pushed in tight line.

- What? You can have the hoodie if that’s what you really want? - Phil offered Dan a small smile, breathing slowly.

- You are such an idiot. - Dan growled, hitting Phil against the wall once again, just not as hard as it would seem at first, more softly this time, leaning close to Phil, their noses almost touching, looking deep in Phil’s eyes as if trying to figure something out.

- Well, it got me here, so I’m not complaining, - Phil mumbled softly, smiling again despite his back aching slightly, then tilting his head in confusion. - What is it? -

- I could just punch you the face right now… - Dan breathed out, his breath hitting Phil’s lips with the scent and freshness of peppermint.

Phil shivered but shrugged lightly. - Or you could not do that… - he said softly.

- Why? - Dan just breathed out, not taking his eyes off Phil’s blue ones.

- I don’t know, morals and stuff? - Phil shrugged again, finally blinking, realising he hadn’t because he’d been too busy staring at Dan’s eyes.

- That would be better than what is creeping in my mind. - Dan sighed, kinda sounding disappointed.

- I’m open to better suggestions, - Phil all but drawled, his voice lower without him meaning it to be.

- You hate me already so that doesn’t matter. - Dan let out before pushing his lips a bit roughly against Phil’s warm ones.

Phil gasped but didn’t pull back, just letting it happen, letting the warmth and taste of mint wash over his lips.

Dan let go of Phil’s hoodie, sliding one hand to his scalp and the other around his waist, pulling Phil closer.

When they had to break apart for air, Phil muttered a soft - I don’t hate you, - before wasting no time and simply kissing Dan again, proving his point.

Dan softly pushed Phil to the bed, not breaking the kiss, falling on top of him.

Breathless, Phil eventually pulled back, staring up at Dan with a small but happy smile. - What happened to wanting me to leave? - he teased.

- Shut up, I can still throw you out. - Dan growled, leaning down and softly kissing and grazing his teeth against Phil’s neck.

Phil’s breathing hitched once more but he didn’t take his eyes off Dan. - Sure, if you say so, - he mumbled, his hands settling on Dan’s back to steady them.

At that point, Dan bit down a bit stronger, strong enough to bruise but soft enough not to break the skin there.

Regardless of his best efforts, a small moan escaped Phil, making him blush and finally look away from Dan. - Sorry… -

Dan just licked over the love bite there, moving a bit lower and continuing what he was doing before.

- Dan… - Phil wasn’t even sure if he was thanking or warning Dan at this point. - Are you sure this is okay? - he breathed.

Dan didn’t answer, just bit down again, making sure to leave yet another love bite, now moving his hands a bit tighter around Phil, one of them resting on Phil’s hip, gripping it softly.

Phil froze, not really sure what Dan’s plan was, biting his lip. - Dan? - he questioned quietly, but there was trust in his voice.

Dan didn’t answer, just continued his movements.

- Hey, - Phil mumbled after a moment, - what do you want? -

Dan finally looked up at Phil, looking completely lost and out of place, out of this planet and universe, his eyes so big and full with mixed emotions not really revealing what he was actually feeling that moment.

Phil’s gaze softened and he leaned up, pulling Dan closer, into a simple hug, being careful not to press too hard and hurt him further, not saying anything, just holding him reassuringly.

Dan stiffened a bit in confusion, not really moving.

Phil loosened his grip a little, so he could look at Dan properly again. - Are you okay? - he asked.

- Why did you hug me? - Dan asked in slight confusion.

- Because you looked a bit lost and I thought a hug might help, sorry. - Phil moved to the side a little, creating a small space between them.

It looked like it did confuse Dan even more.

- No one has ever said actually no to me in this… - Dan cocked his head to the side a bit, sitting up and letting his hands fall in his lap.

Phil frowned, taking one of Dan’s hands on instinct. - In what? -

- In what we just did before you pushed me away. - Dan rolled his eyes at how silly for him Phil’s question was.

- Oh. - Phil paused. - I just didn’t think it was the right time, you were ready to kick me out, apparently… - he smiled a little.

- Does fucking ever have the right time? - Dan stood up, pulling his hoodie back down, simply sitting down in front of his pc and starting to talk about their project once again as if nothing had happened just a moment earlier.

Phil sat up properly and simply waited until Dan paused before answering: - Yeah. Yeah, it does. It should mean something. -

- It never does, - Dan murmured before continuing to go on with their project.

Phil hummed his agreement with Dan’s points for a minute before going back to the other conversation and saying, - One day, it’ll mean a lot. -

- Why? - Dan turned to glare at Phil.

- Because everyone deserves to experience it when it means something good, - Phil replied, - and you deserve it too. -

- Yeah, right. - Dan snorted, turning back to pc.

- I am right, actually, - Phil said firmly, folding his arms even though Dan couldn’t see.

Dan just ignored Phil and went on with their project. After almost an hour, he stood up, stretching a bit before shutting his pc.

- Okay, so you do that part and I will do this one, then we will put it all together. - Dan looked exhausted like he could pass out at any moment.

- Right, sounds perfect. Can you sit down so you don’t fall down now? - Phil asked, genuine concern in his voice as he smiled warmly.

- I’m fine, - Dan said strictly.

Phil nodded. - Okay, well, humour me and sit down anyway? You don’t need to be stood up, really…. -

- You are going anyway so I will lead you. No need to sit down just to stand back up right away. - Dan groaned, stretching a bit once again.

For some reason, disappointment settled in Phil’s stomach but he just shrugged. - If I need to go, I can find the way, don’t worry, - he said.

- My stepfather will be home in a couple of mins, I don’t want him to insult you just because you spend time with me and plus I kinda can’t bring anyone over because he thinks that all I do in this room is fuck whoever comes in it and don’t live in this house. - Dan for some weird reason started to explain himself, looking kind of hurt by seeing Phil’s disappointment.

Phil stood up at this point, his own hurt melting into sympathy and understanding as he smiled gratefully. - It’s okay, thanks for explaining though, I guess we can spend time in school when you get back then? - he asked hopefully.

- Well… I won’t be in school for the next 2 days, - Dan murmured, opening his room door for Phil.

Phil tried his best not to look disappointed again, nodding quickly. - Okay, well, um, will you have time after school? To, uh, work on the project? -

- I won’t be in town. He’s taking me somewhere. - Dan slowly started to walk down the stairs, holding one arm over his bruised ribs.

Phil froze at the top of the stairs, taking a deep breath. - What? Where? - he asked, then shook his head. - Sorry, drama queen alert, I’m just worried… -

- Worried for what? That he will fuck me? Probably. That he will hit me? Probably. That he will kill me? Well, who knows. - Dan rolled his eyes, continuing to slowly walk.

- And you have to go? - Phil asked slowly, his heart dropping at the thought of Dan getting hurt again.

- Why not? I use every chance to get away from this house. - Dan stood at the bottom of the stairs, trying to breathe normally, glancing back at Phil. - Will you just stand there or actually come down the stairs? Or do you want me to carry you down them? -

Phil blinked himself back to reality, frowning, then shook his head. - No, no, don’t carry me… - he mumbled, quickly skipping down the steps and standing beside Dan. - Hey, are you okay? You look a bit ill… -

- I’m fine! - Dan snapped, turning his back to Phil.

- Alright, fine, don’t blame me when you collapse somewhere! - Phil grumbled back, sighing.

- As if you care, - Dan murmured quietly, walking to the door and opening it for Phil.

Phil walked through before looking straight at Dan. - I always care about you, whether or not you want to see it. -

- Yeah, yeah, right. You’ve known me just for 2 days. - Dan crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame.

- And? Why does that affect whether or not I care? - Phil asked incredulously.

- Because you don’t know me. - Dan said without any care, slowly sliding his eyes over Phil.

Phil nodded. - Right. But that’s only because you won’t let me. -

- You pushed me away, so it’s not me who is not letting you. - Dan mumbled straightening his back, putting a hand on the door knob.

Phil blinked at him. - What? You’re the one that literally tried to get me to leave, I don’t think you can say I was the only one pushing, and I didn’t even mean to, I was trying the opposite, actually… -

- Yeah, right. Bye. Oh, wait! How did you get my number? - Dan furrowed his eyebrows.

- You don’t seem to believe what I say so I guess there’s no point telling you, - Phil mumbled, then smiled and added: - I guess It’ll remain a mystery! -

- No. You will tell me, - Dan said in a strict tone.

Phil frowned. - Why? You were pretty eager for me to just leave a second ago! -

- I don’t like for people to have my number. Literally only three people have it. Well, four now if we count you. So tell me who gave you the number. And tell me now. You have exactly one minute before my stepfather drives down this street. Time is ticking. - Dan crossed his arms once again.

Phil glanced at the road in concern but still shook his head. - I can’t, I promised I wouldn’t tell, - he replied quickly, stepping back automatically.

- Was that that bitch? Did she give you my number? I will fucking kill her! - Dan growled in sudden anger, curling his hands into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white.

- Please don’t kill anyone! - Phil said urgently, his eyes wide. - I can delete your number if you want but please don’t do anything like that… -

- She had no right! I had enough already of my mum giving it to her in the first place! Fuck! - Dan punched the wall next to him, sure to leave his knuckles bleeding.

- Don’t do that! - Phil almost shouted, almost glaring at Dan, his expression then softening as he glanced over Dan’s hand. - What good did that do? - he asked softly.

- Ah for fucks sake! - Dan rolled his eyes, slamming the door shut behind him and walking toward Phil, his eyes still dark from anger and skinny lines of blood dripping over his fingers already.

Phil swallowed, his eyes travelling between Dan’s eyes and his knuckles, thrown off guard once again. - Dan? - he asked slightly nervously.

Dan didn’t answer, grabbing Phil’s wrist in his other, not bloody, not bloody hand and starting to lead him to the opposite side of where he said that his step father will come, toward the bus stop.

- What are you doing? - Phil asked, speeding up to match Dan’s pace, not even trying to get his wrist free and simply staring at him in shock as they walked.

- Walking you to a bus stop. - Dan breathed out, his grip on Phil’s wrist firm but soft.

- Why? You need rest, not the task of dragging me around! - Phil sighed, knowing it’d be hard to convince Dan otherwise anyway.

- Because we didn’t finish our talk and I have no need of you getting lost. - Dan took a deeper breath.

Phil shrugged, but didn’t stop frowning at Dan. - Alright, at least slow down so you don’t tire yourself out? -

Dan didn’t answer but started to walk slower, sitting down at the bus stop, letting go of Phil’s wrist, resting his bloody hand over his knee.

- I might have tissues somewhere… - Phil muttered, unzipping his bag to look before Dan could reply.

Dan just waited, looking at Phil, looking exhausted once again, anger gone.

An awkward moment of silence later, Phil produced a squashed packet of tissues from his bag, then sliding onto the seat beside Dan and taking his hand. - No arguing, by the way, - Phil stated firmly.

Dan just let Phil take his hand and wipe away the blood, keeping his mouth shut.

Only once Dan’s hand was almost completely devoid of blood did Phil finally look up again. - There, that’s a little better. What did you want to say? -

- Why did she give you my number? And how did you find out that she is my step sister? - Dan asked, sounding really worn out.

Phil sighed, deciding to just say it rather than tire Dan out further. - She kind of guessed I was, uh, missing you, so she tried to help. It wasn’t anything bad, I promise. I think she felt bad for us. And, as for finding out she’s your step-sister: I recognised her voice. -

- So just like that, you recognise her voice and went straight up at her in school and asked for my number? And felt bad? Yeah, right. - Dan rolled his eyes.

- Oh! - Phil shook his head, forgetting that Dan didn’t know everything he did. - Right, sorry, yeah, she’s sort of my best friend so that made things easier… -

- She is your what?! - Dan sat up straighter, looking over at Phil.

Phil paused, shrugging sheepishly. - I didn’t know you guys were related! -

- We’re not! And there is no “we” between me and her! - Dan snapped.

- Okay, okay, I get it, sorry. - Phil held his hands up in mock-surrender, offering a small smile.

- Kiss me and I’ll forgive you. - Dan mumbled in a much softer voice, looking deep in Phil’s eyes.

It took Phil a moment to absorb that but then he nodded slowly. - Only if you promise not to push me away? -

- I didn’t push you away. You pushed me away. - Dan cocked his head to one side.

Phil was all sorts of confused again. - I really didn’t mean to, I don’t know why you think that… -

- Will you kiss me or not? The bus will be here any minute. - Dan groaned.

Phil thought for a second before simply nodding, shuffling closer so he could reach Dan but waiting just before their lips met, looking straight at Dan. - You sure this is okay? -

- Kiss me already, - Dan growled.

Phil chuckled and pushed their lips together, accidentally forgetting to try and keep his eyes open because of how surprisingly warm Dan was.

Dan answered to the kiss, placing his right hand over Phil’s cheek, deepening the kiss for a bit before breaking apart and standing up just when the bus stopped right in front of them.

Phil blinked, smiling up at Dan both gratefully and sadly. - Thank you, - he mumbled as he grabbed his bag and slung it over one shoulder.

- You can text me if you like. I don’t mind. - Dan called before Phil hopped into the bus, turning around and starting to walk back home.

Phil didn’t have time to reply but, as soon as he had a ticket, he found his phone and texted a simple: - You might regret that choice when I spam you! -

- See you in two days. Don’t forget to work on your part of project. -

- Don’t forget to stay alive x - Phil replied.

The next two days Dan wasn’t at school and there were no messages from him either but then, on Friday around lunch time Phil got a call from what sounded like a very excited and cheerful Dan.

- Dan? - Phil asked hesitantly, not having expected someone who’d been so injured to suddenly sound so cheerful.

- Philly! What a great time to hear your lovely voice, - Dan said in such a cheerful and lovely tone, making Phil completely forget his lunch and get all funny inside.

He stood up immediately, walking to an empty corridor so he could hear better. - What? I mean, thanks, but what? Are you okay? -

- I’m in front of the school in the parking lot. Waiting for you. So, don’t leave me waiting for long. - Dan now said in a serious tone and hung up.

Phil’s jaw fell open but he just pocketed his phone and ran. Ran faster than before because he wasn’t sure what he expected to see and, when he reached the parking lot, he frowned, unable to spot Dan for some reason.

- Phil! - Dan called from the side, all in black of course, leaning against shiny, new Porsche 918, his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at Phil, looking pleased for seeing how distracted Phil looked.

Phil walked over to him slowly, frowning. - How? - he asked simply, his gaze flicking between Dan, who looked a little bit healed, and the car.

- Get in. We’re going for a ride. - Dan opened the car door for Phil, not giving an option for a “no”.

Sighing in defeat, Phil climbed into the seat, admiring the car despite his confusion, and waited for Dan to get in or explain or, preferably, both.

Dan got in and start driving, speeding up so fast that it made them being pushed back into their seats by the force of it, big smirk like smile spreading over Dan’s lips.

Phil gasped, clutching the seat, adrenaline flooding into his blood. - What are you doing? - he murmured breathlessly.

- Showing you my new car, - Dan said joyfully, slowing down a bit to actually not break any rules.

- Where did you get a car? Especially one like this? - Phil asked incredulously, turning to look at Dan in shock.

- So, you know I went on a little trip, right? - Dan glanced over Phil for a millisecond. - So, he is all jealous about you and stuff, so he is kinda, hm, I could say treating me extra? -

An uneasy feeling crept over Phil. - He gave it to you, just like that? -

- Yup, we went to a car salon and he bought it for me. All papers on me so this is 100% mine! - Dan said with such a big smile over his lips, sounding so excited.

Phil smiled, unable to help returning Dan’s enthusiasm. - That’s awesome! -

After a second, though, his smile faded a little. - And what happens if you don’t go back to him after this? -

- Who cares? And this isn’t the only thing he did. As I said, he treated me extra these two days. It actually felt so good. Now I can kinda understand why people get sugar daddies but I don't know. - Dan laughed, stopping into what happened to be Phil’s favourite café.

- Sugar daddies don’t give you bruises, - Phil mumbled, but then just tilted his head and gestured to the café. - What’s your plan? -

- We get lunch. - Dan smiled, turning to Phil. - And I’m happy to see you. -

Dan’s eyes were full of softness as he slid a hand over Phil’s cheek before pulling him into a soft kiss.

Phil smiled into their kiss, taking Dan’s hand as he pulled back. - Did you know this was my favourite café? - he asked.

- No, this is my favourite place. - Dan let out a small giggle, starting to play with Phil’s fingers. - Did you already eat your lunch? -

Phil laughed suddenly. - No, it’s just gonna be on the table where I left it, unless someone ate it by now… -

- Well, good, because I’m buying you lunch. Let it count as a lunch date or something. I don't know how they call them. - Dan, to avoid the answer and look away from Phil, got out of the car right after saying it.

Taking a deep breath, Phil opened his door and climbed out too, almost shocked at how bright it was outside compared to inside the car, looking for Dan immediately.

Dan just flashed a fast smile at Phil, locking the car and walking into the cafe, letting Phil choose their seats.

He chose the ones near the window so they weren’t surrounded by too many people, but glanced at Dan before sitting down. - Is here okay? -

- I always sit here. - Dan sat down, looking over his nails as if wanting to scratch the nail polish off but there was none left, making him sigh.

Phil smiled a little. - That’s one problem that can actually be easily fixed, you know, - he commented, nodding to Dan’s plain nails.

- Yeah, I know. He made me clean them off. And when we got back I was kinda too excited to steal you from school to paint my nails. - Dan put his hands back down when the waiter came with the menu, Dan letting Phil fully choose food for them both.

Phil just ordered pizza-toasts for them both, hoping that was a safe option to go for and wanting Dan to try them if he hadn’t already.

- So tell me, how have you been these two days? Apart from the cute messages you kept sending me, - Dan asked with a full mouth, for sure looking hungry.

- I finished my part of the project that we’d decided on, starting adding some more information that you can check over…. other than that… uh, someone broke a window at school? - Phil offered, not sure what Dan wanted to know.

- If that wasn’t you then I don’t care. - Dan took a sip from his coke, already finishing his plate, licking his fingers.

Phil raised an eyebrow. - What, you don’t think I could break a window? -

- Nah, you are a drama queen but not the one who would actually break something. Not like that. - Dan looked over the waiter, showing three fingers up, and got a nod from her; after a moment the waiter brought a dessert over and Dan started to eat it like he really hadn’t eaten in the previous two days. - Want some? -

Phil shook his head. - No, it’s fine, you can have it, you seem like you need it more anyway, - he said, sitting back a bit.

- Wha? - Dan looked up. - C’mon, here is enough for both of us. -

Again, Phil declined. - Nah, it’s fine. I’m full anyway. -

- Philly, c’mon. Just one bite. For me. - Dan looked at Phil with puppy eyes, a big smile soon spreading over his lips.

Sighing in defeat, Phil only managed to stay firm for a few seconds before just giving in. - Fine, fine, enough of that look! -

- You love that look. - Dan chuckled, pecking Phil’s lips before giving him a bite of the dessert.

- I also love this, thanks, - Phil mumbled, even though his mouth was slightly full and his words came out muffled.

Dan smiled even bigger, starting to feed Phil his dessert while eating it himself too.

Once they were done, Phil looked at the empty plate, almost confused. - I can’t believe this is my favourite place and I’ve never had that before! -

- Well, it could be because you can’t order it. - Dan grinned, leaning back in his chair.

- What does that mean? - Phil asked, frowning slightly.

- It’s not on the menu. It is specially made for me and just for me. So, feel special. - Dan smiled softly.

- Oh, - Phil muttered quietly, - Well, thank you for sharing it then. -

- I would love to share not only that with you. - Dan mumbled quickly before standing up and going to pay for their order.

Phil followed him almost immediately, as soon as he’d processed what Dan had said. - Hey, what else do you want to share? - he asked, not caring if he sounded dumb.

Dan smirked, looking Phil up and down before mumbling a silent “everything” and simply turning around and finishing paying for their meal, giving the girl standing as a cashier a smile, then walking out of the cafe, sure that Phil is following him.

Of course, Phil did follow him until they were stood by Dan’s new car again, at which point Phil finally regained the ability to speak. - And how would you do that if you can’t spend a day with me without having to suffer consequences for it? - he asked slowly.

- Simply by spending time with you. - Dan smiled, leaned against the shiny car, pulling Phil closer by his hips and in between Dan’s legs, leaving his hands resting on Phil’s hips.

Phil let out a small gasp, then stared at Dan, tilting his head to one side. - And you’re sure that’d be safe? -

- Do you think that I give a fuck about it being safe or not? - Dan asked smirking, lowkey loving Phil’s warmth seeping through his clothes, warming him up.

Having expected that kind of answer, Phil gave Dan a pointed look. - You might not but you know I do… -

- Don’t worry, he literally won’t dare to hit me. - Dan groaned, rolling his eyes.

- What, and you gave yourself those bruises last time? - Phil retorted, raising an eyebrow.

- No, I mean that now, he can’t do that anymore. - Dan sighed, letting go of Phil. - Get in the car and I will tell you the whole story behind why I’m so sure about that. -

As ridiculous as he found it, Phil immediately missed the warmth of Dan standing so close to him, climbing into the car with a small shrug and waiting to see what Dan would say, hope blooming inside him.

- So, when we went away for these two days, on the first day there was a big fight and he wanted to hit me again because I said that I liked kissing you but then I simply said that if he laid that fist against me I would simply walk out of that door and never ever allow him to come near me. So he just stopped and later, when he aggressively pulled my hair and kinda bit down on my shoulder, I made something like a scene about him always being so damn rude and so on, so after some arguing, he just broke down, started apologizing and said that he cares for me and shit like that. Then he promised that he won’t hit me ever again. Well, after all the tears were dried and we’d gotten some sleep, he started being all polite, taking me shopping and treating me extra. And I think you helped too with your cute texts that kept me smiling softly down at my phone. - Dan finished with some sort of soft smile over his lips, looking over at his phone that was lying next to the steering wheel.

Phil had simply been watching Dan while he was explaining with a slight frown on his face but, once Dan looked at his phone, he smiled. - Well, that’s not perfect but it sounds good for now. So, what’s next? - Phil asked.

- I will let him treat me better. - Dan shrugged.

As much as Phil wanted to believe that was a good solution, he couldn’t help feeling worried and being, as Dan kept saying, a drama queen. - That’s it? - he mumbled.

- Well, and spending time with you. - Dan looked up at Phil, leaning closer to him with a naughty smile on his lips.

Phil rolled his eyes but he blushed anyway. - Fine, but only if it’s somewhere there’s no chance of him seeing us, - he replied.

- I don’t care, I could fuck you in front of him and still wouldn’t care. All I care about is you. Not him, - Dan breathed out against Phil’s lips.

A shiver running down Phil’s spine from the feeling of Dan’s breath on his lips, he just smiled again, but managed to pull back. - Still, - he muttered, not able to manage much more but hoping that got his point across.

- Come back, - Dan growled, pulling Phil back, - Kiss me. -

Phil leaned in close but stopped just as his lips brushed Dan’s, smirking. - Hurry up and drive us somewhere else, then, - he murmured.

Dan cursed loudly, starting the car and speeding off. Not really caring about speed limits or other cars, manoeuvring through them till they stopped in front of the house Dan lived in.

- Really? - Phil asked, but didn’t say anything else, wanting Dan to confirm if this was the final destination before kissing him.

- What? My room is not good enough? - Dan asked while taking the car keys out, ready to get out of the car.

Phil only shrugged in response, letting them both climb out of the car before saying: - If it’s away from prying eyes, anywhere’s good enough for me. -

Dan just lead Phil to his room and as soon as the door closed behind them, Dan pushed Phil down on the bed, climbing over him, smashing their lips together in a somehow hungry but pleading kiss.

This time, Phil got over his shock quickly, accepting and answering back to Dan’s advances, one of his hands finding a place in Dan’s curls and the other settling on Dan’s back as they shifted a little to make sure they wouldn’t hurt themselves as they kissed.

Dan kept kissing Phil until they were fully out of breath but still stayed on top of him, having one hand in Phil’s hair and other under his shirt gripping Phil’s hip, a hungry-like look in his eyes.

- Hi, - Phil mumbled pointlessly, breathing heavier than normal as he stared up at Dan, focusing on the warmth of someone else above him and the way his lips were still tingling.

- Be my boyfriend, - Dan breathed out, looking deep into Phil’s eyes.

Phil blinked, somehow yet again shocked by Dan, even though he should probably be used to that by now. - You already have one, - he whispered sadly.

- So, that’s a yes? - Dan asked, pathetically hopeful.

But Phil shook his head ever so slightly. - I wish it could be, but you can’t juggle both me and him without hurting yourself along the way. -

- I don’t care about him. All I care about is you and only you. I don’t care if it will hurt. I don’t care if I end up dead. I will be thankful for every second spent with you no matter what the payment of it will be. Even a simple kiss or touch is enough for me. You are my everything and I’d rather be dead than without you because there is no me without you. - Dan breathed out.

Living up to his ‘drama queen’ title, Phil could feel tears in his eyes from the sheer honesty in Dan’s words. He had to take a deep breath in order to compose himself enough to lean up and plant a small, soft kiss on Dan’s cheek. - For someone who didn’t even want to do this project to start with, that was an incredibly sweet speech. Thank you, - Phil whispered, then added: - But I care if you end up dead so I can’t let you put yourself in that situation. -

- So it’s a no then. - Dan slowly got up, his walls rising up at the same time, fully hiding the Dan he just was and showing only the cold fuckaboy who doesn’t give a fuck about anything that Phil met a week ago.

Phil frowned and grabbed Dan’s wrist, stopping him from going too far, continuing to stare into Dan’s eyes even though he was now met with a glare. - It’s not a no, it’s a yes with a condition, - he said firmly.

- No. It’s yes or no. And since you can’t give me a full-on yes, then it’s a no. Now get out of my house. - Dan’s tone was colder than ice and sharper than any razors possible.

And yet, Phil wasn’t having it. He simply folded his arms and glared at Dan. - You’re not doing that again. Be honest, if I was with someone else that kept hurting me, would you say yes if I asked you? -

- That doesn’t matter anymore. Now get the fuck out! - Dan almost dragged Phil out of the house in such coldness and anger, slamming the door right in his face.

Later, he got a message from Dan that simply said: “email me your half of the project.”

After that Phil didn’t see Dan in school and his phone number had been changed. It was like Dan had never existed at all and Phil had only imagined everything.

After a week, Phil finally asked Lynsy where Dan was but oh, how he wished that he hadn’t asked.

- He moved out with his boyfriend last Sunday, - she said without any emotions, looking up at Phil and sighing. - I warned you that he is a fuckaboy and slut. You should have listened to me. -

- No, - Phil breathed, shaking his head, - he wouldn’t do that, he wouldn’t… -

Then, despite Lynsy’s attempt at arguing, Phil got up and ran, he ran all the way through the cemetery and across the bridge, through the trees and up the road to Dan’s place, simply pushing the unlocked door open and skipping up the steps to Dan’s room.

But it really was empty, a simple room without any personality left.

Phil walked around, frowning at the desk, now bare and slightly scratched as if something had been ripped off it, and looking over the empty walls in case he’d missed something.

- Phil, he’s gone. - Lynsy’s voice brought Phil back from his thoughts, she was standing at the door, looking at Phil with a sad expression.

- Where did they go? He must have mentioned something? - Phil asked, sort of desperately, refusing to believe he’d found and lost Dan within a week.

- He didn’t. He just came down the stairs when we had breakfast announcing that he is leaving with his boyfriend and won’t be coming back. Then murmured as if we cared anyway and walked out the door, got into his car and left. I’m sorry, Phil. - She reached a hand out for Phil.

Phil just brushed it away, knowing she wouldn’t be offended. - But he was ready to stay… Why would he just leave? Especially with him? - he wasn’t even asking her at this point, just thinking aloud.

- Do you know who he left with? Because we never knew that he had a long lasting person… - She sighed.

- That’s because you didn’t bother to ask, - Phil muttered, then nodded slowly. - Yeah, I know who it is. And so do you, if you’ve done your project right… -

- What? I don’t understand… Is it someone from school? - She really sounded confused.

Phil tilted his head to one side. - You really don’t know? - he asked, shocked.

- No, I have no idea. He was really private, he didn’t like me or my dad, so he never talked to us. So I really don’t know. I don’t even know why he didn’t like us so much. - She pulled Phil to her room and sat down, sitting Phil down next to her.

Looking around for a moment, he whistled. - Wow, you guys are completely different, - he commented, then, after a second, returned to their previous conversation. - Well, he said he was with the project teacher so… -

- He was what? - She asked in full shock.

- Exactly. - Phil sighed, standing up again, pinching the bridge of his nose. - I don’t get it, where can Dan go if the teacher was still in school? -

- Em… I haven’t actually seen that teacher the whole week… - She sounded genuinely worried.

Phil went still, staring at her. - Didn’t you? I thought I did… Oh, perfect, - he mumbled, flopping down onto the floor, unsure of what to do next.

- Maybe I can go and sneak his new phone number from his mum for you? I think that he did send her one but I’m not sure… But for you, I can try? - She kneeled down in front of Phil.

Phil looked up at her with hope and appreciation in his eyes. - Would you, really? Even though I was a bit cold to you? - he asked, biting his lip with guilt.

- You are my best friend. And I see that you care deeply about him. - She stood up with a smile. - Be right back. -

After several minutes she finally came back with a phone number in her hand, giving it to Phil but when Phil tried calling it, it said that number doesn’t exist.

After weeks of trying to get Dan’s new number, it started to get even more and more surreal that Dan had even because there was literally nothing that would prove Phil that he wasn’t just imagining it all.

One day at school someone sits down next to him, making him look up and meet forest green eyes staring down at him, making his heart jump a bit.

- Hi, I’m Ostin. - The boy said in a smooth voice, making Phil forget the aching piece in his mind that had been Dan. More or less.

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Super!Woozi

A/N: Did someone say Super!Woozi?? Because I’m here to deliver ;) omg Nat stop. I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG T^T Here’s something an anon requested and the AU update @mansaeboysbe asked for bazillion years ago. This one is suuuuper long to make up for it so I hope you all enjoy! This story is such a hot mess tbh. Also this gif of Jihoon is exactly what this fic is all about.

You thought Jihoon would be a hero?? lmao think again

Bc I think he’d be the perfect villain

Ok not really but hear me out

Jihoon would be some kind of a genius mastermind ok?

If you think that’s not a superpower, you’re wrong

You can say he’s some kind of a technopath bc this guy can literally build anything tech-y out of everything

For example, he made his first weapon at the age of five. fIVE.

Like what was i even doing at the age of five?? my only accomplishment by then was being the champion in a cracker-eating competition during independence day celebration smh

I’m so proud of it tho so y’all can fight me if you disagree

He can also manipulate most forms of technology

He can turn off lights without having to switch it off, manipulate computer data, he can hack into cyber systems, restore information and break computer codes

He could’ve done much worse but since he never had any form of training since he first discovered his power, his power is pretty underdeveloped

Nonetheless, technopath!Woozi is still super powerful, even with his limitations

Supervillain!Jihoon would wear some kind of a black suit with some cool-ass tool belt strapped on his hips for his tinkering needs

Definitely no spandex and absolutely no capes

We hear ya, Edna

He’d wear the typical black mask and his red hair would be a stark contrast against his dark ensemble

I live for red-haired Woozi

He also got these cool gauntlets on his wrist and he can shoot out sedatives, tear gas pellets, tasers, grappling hooks, a radio transmitter and explosives

Woozi also got his own personal A.I. assistant

Think of it like J.A.R.V.I.S. and it works exactly like it

It oversees Jihoon’s overall health, help him construct weapons and sometimes poppin’ some popcorns for Jihoon during Friday movie nights

Jihoon would also be super agile! He’s really quick on his feet and can do some cool acrobatic s***

Because Jihoon might sit around and construct weapons all day so you’d expect him to be out of shape lol

But Jihoon figured that while he wasn’t tinkering, he’d be running away from the cops or smth so why not start training his cardio right?

So yeah he did a lot of gymnastics and acrobatics

Besides running from the cops, he wants to make memorable entrance and exits in the future, too, lmao

It’s pretty funny bc one second he’d be like Bob the builder and the next he’s tumbling like a f***in ninja

It’s incredible

Anyways

So Jihoon has been plotting his big debut as a super villain for a long time now

He’s so tired of everybody underestimating his power despite him probably being able to ensemble a makeshift grenade in record time to blow your ass off

And he’s also tired of the times people called him cute

He’s not cute, alright?!

It’s been his lifelong dream to be able to look into people’s eyes and see fear in their eyes as he whispers,

“Am I cute now, you little s***?”

And he also decided that his super villain name would be Woozi

O yeah, bc something that means Our Jihoon is so evil. Oooh, I’m shaking in my boots

I’m getting off topic

About his super secret world domination plan..

Woozi had built a robot army to take over the city

I mean, he could’ve done it all by himself but

It’s his big debut, man

Give him a break

In no time, the city was completely taken over by his army of evil robots

He didn’t do anything serious

Just letting his robots do their evil stuff

Pulling out dead 2010 memes on people

Stealing candies from children

The usual

Also, people were already pretty terrified at the thought of a robot uprising so it wasn’t like he needed to work very hard to make people s*** in their pants

At this point, people are screaming, babies are crying; it’s music to Woozi’s ears

And everything’s going to plan until

OK, WHAT THE F*** IS THAT?

Ok quick backstory: the local factory had been dumping all its illegal waste into the local reservoir, the chemicals contained in the waste genetically transformed some of the wildlife around the reservoir into mutants

Wow did this just become an environmental propaganda?

Nevertheless, don’t litter, kids

Woozi looked ahead at the sight ahead of him and the city was suddenly swarmed by dozens of mutant creatures, animals and plants alike

It’s like Jumanji on steroids

F***in mutts tryna derail his plan of world domination?

Woozi is not having it

So Woozi whipped up random stuff from his tool belt and started to construct a make-shift weapon

And so you got Woozi who’s combating evil wildlife with his Object Animator

Which is like, a gun but instead of firing bullets it would “scan” objects and turn them into data in which he stored in the memory card in the weapon

HE’S LIKE A POKEMON MASTER

And there are few other heroes from different parts of the city who came, too, bc they heard some crazy guy tried to take over the city

But now instead of seeing some maniac cackling as they watch the robots take over the city, they see animal mutants everywhere like Madagascar: Evil Edition

The hero from a neighbouring city, S.Coups, was throwing mutant elephants here and there like nobody’s business

Honestly, at this point, the city was a hot mess with robots, evil mutant wildlife and heroes all compiled in one city

Anyways

So you’re one of the city’s local journalist so cliché

You were reporting from the roof of a carpark building

“I s*** you not, viewers, we just saw a flock of two-headed swans chasing down the police forces. You may laugh but have you ever had a swan hot on your trail? It’s the scariest s*** ever. Now imagine it with two heads and multiply it by tEN. Ok wait, let me put down the mic bc I’m gonna pray for the police bc only God can save them now.”

“WHoA, Ben’s Taco is on fIRe, everyone! Lmfao bc f*** Ben, he always charges extra for guacamole so he finally got what’s coming for him. Moving on..”

I’m so sorry if your name is Ben and bc Ben is the least Mexican name ever

You’re pretty controversial bc you speak without any filter but that’s also the reason people love you lol

Anyways, you’re up there reporting, ready to deliver the biggest drag of the century on national TV when a group of winged monkeys decided to go ape s*** lmao get it? ape s***? on you crew

You’re like “Elphaba’s not here. Wrong show !!!”

But of course, did they listen? No.

And somehow you got cornered to the ledge and by the time you realized what’s going on, you’re free falling

Free falling.. falling...

Bonus points to the person who gets this reference

Coincidentally, at that very moment, Woozi was right at the bottom of the building, completely unaware of what had been going on a few meters above

He was shouting at one of his robots for not doing its work properly

“You dips***! Why do you have a cat in your arms! How did you even find it?! I designed you to be evil! EvIL!

“But boss, villains always have a cat in their arms!”

Ok Woozi couldn’t argue with that but

“Priorities!! We’re supposed to tear those mutts apart!! They’re in the way of my plans!!!”

“But I know my priorities!!”

“Oml I should’ve done all of this myself! Now if there’s an answer to all of this f***in mess-”

Woozi had his arms out in exasperation at this point and BAM

He wasn’t ready when you suddenly fell into his arms lmao

You were lucky you both didn’t fall into a messy heap on the pavement bc Woozi regained his footing pretty quickly

You were definitely ready for sweet, sweet death but you felt like you weren’t falling anymore and

You opened your eyes to see the most beautiful confused face you’ve ever seen???

Your heart did a little backflip in your chest and you’re like

“My hero~” *heart eyes*

Woozi almost dropped you bc he’s anything but

“Who the f*** are you??” he said

“Y/N. And you are?” you asked breathlessly

Now your name sounds familiar to him and he remembered you’re that notorious journalist everyone seem to have a love-hate relationship with

You’re just..blunt and cute

This was like his chance of publicity lol so he was like “Woozi.”

You would have loved to stay and have a little chat with the hero with the clearest eyes you’ve ever seen but he got to go

So that’s how your first encounter went

With you falling into his arms lel

It did take them some time but they eventually managed to save the city

Mostly with the help of Woozi and his robot army

‘well, at least what remained of it’ Woozi thought as he looked at his robots, most only with one of its limbs left attached and barely able to stand

same tbh

People knew this but they were also confused??

Bc wasn’t he the guy to tried to take over the city earlier?? Is he the good guy or the bad guy??

They were pretty baffled but grateful nonetheless

So everyone’s cheering for Woozi and chanting his name and Woozi’s like??? why

Tbh he’s just as confused as you are

“Ok this is not going according to plan.”

And somewhere down on the streets you’re like “YeAH! WOOZI! MA BOI.”

The first person he’s gonna kill after this mess is you for calling him your “boi”

He’s not your “boi”

Anyways, the crowds are chanting and Woozi’s confused

And emerging from the crowd was S.Coups who approached him and was like

“Dude, you’re pretty cool. Come to the Heroes Conference tomorrow. It’ll be great having you on the team!”

And Jihoon’s never been one to be approached, let alone being invited to something

But despite him not even liking superheroes he couldn’t help the meek “O-Okay” that escaped him

dang it.

HE’S NEW TO THIS SUPERHERO-VILLAIN ORDEAL ALRIGHT? LET HIM LIVE.

And that’s how he finds himself at the Heroes Conference the next morning

So the Heroes Conference is a conference held regularly by the Heroes Association after any sort of event when a super managed to defeat a villain

It’s a way for the Heroes Association and the people appreciate having their city saved

Here, the supposed-hero would receive a token of appreciation, a medal of some sort

And most of the times, new heroes are recruited during these conferences

To say Woozi felt like he’s out of element is an understatement

He couldn’t help but feel like he’s a black sheep there

A supposed-villain surrounded by heroes

Why is he here again?

Well he came bc he thought it’d be weird if someone who everybody thought saved the city doesn't come when a big superhero like S.Coups invited him to get initiated into a team

Unwittingly, he said yes

Yeah, it’s not like he was starstruck or anything

And it’s not like he’s curious, pffffttt what’re you talking about

But he’s been seething inside bc what’s supposed to be his big debut as a super villain was completely ruined by those stupid mutant motherfrickers

His evil daydreams are ruined now

He was brooding when he heard a familiar voice

“Hey! Woozi!!”

And there you were, approaching him with a sun of a smile and he couldn’t help but feel his breath hitch roll his eyes

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah! It’s me!”

“What do you want?”

You dismissed his tone and was like “Please let me do an interview??”

And he’s like, “Me?? An interview??”

say whaaaaa

Woozi was already in a bad enough mood from being where he doesn’t even want to be

Adding to that fact was you asking him to do an interview was stretching it a little too far

Woozi was so ready to say no

But you’re looking at him with so much admiration?? Nobody has ever looked at him like that?

He couldn’t help but feel his heart melt a little

BUT WAIT HE ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE FEELING LIKE THIS!

HE’S EVIL.

E-VIL.

Woozi wouldn’t admit to himself that he’s weak for you and it’s not even day one lmao

“Fine. Make it quick.”

Seeing the smile that bloomed on your face almost made it worth it

Almost

So that’s how he found himself sitting face to face with you

Honestly, the interview was pretty colorful and entertaining, even to him, with you hosting it

You: “~And BAM your robots just sent that freakin rhino into the gas station and BOOM it exploded!!! And then the monkeys went SWOOSH and then I’m falling!! Right into y o u !!!!”

Honestly he didn't see the point of this interview since you just chronologically explained the whole story but oh well

Woozi had never gotten himself interviewed before but?? wOw aren’t you a handful but he likes it

He didn’t mind, though?? bc all he was thinking throughout the whole interview was you

When the interview finally ended, he almost regretted when he said to make it quick

He couldn’t stop thinking about you that day and they day after that, and the day after that

So now Woozi has two issues; aside from having a huge f***ing crush on you, now Woozi’s kinda stuck doing the Good Guy stuff

Like, he still doesn’t understand???

How do you do the superhero thing?????

Woozi literally doesn’t know how to superhero

Some days he’ll be on a mission and his teammate suddenly go

“Woozi! The what are you doing?!”

“I’m beating up the bad guys, like you said.”

“...wOOZI THAT’S OUR GUY.”

Whoops

He’s been trying to ask you out for weeks but all of his free time is now spent doing boring good hero stuff

He couldn’t even use his explosives anymore

Trust him when he said he asked

Why did he agree to this again??

But what he didn’t expect was how much he’s been seeing you?

Like, for reals, this town is super heh problematic istg

So Woozi gets to see you a lot irl bc well, you’re a journalist

But you seem to be always at the right place at the wrong time whenever whatever happens and he saved your ass more than he could count

Like, there was the time a super-robbery happened

Yes, super-robbery, bc regular robbery is boring and apparently, aside from being problematic, this town is also very extra when it comes to crimes

And you somehow found yourself as a hostage? Like hOW?

And another time when you got kidnapped for ransom? You were pretty calm about it tho but Woozi’s the one getting grey hair bc of you

But you could say it was also the right time bc Woozi got to swoop in to save your ass multiple times, too

And from all the times he did save you, you just...fell for a little more??

Bc by the end of it, while he nags at you for being so useless and careless and everything in between, you know he cares

What a tsundere

Ok but this is where it gets fun

So Jihoon had a rough night, so he decided to maybe get some fresh air, right?

So he was walking around with his earphones on when wait.. is that?

You were cornered by a group of what seems like drunken men and Jihoon’s like here we go

How do you find yourself in this kind of situation all the time?

“Get away from her, you dick!”

You were a little bit surprised when you heard someone shouting

You weren’re really expecting someone to notice so you were shocked when this guy showed up with the scariest pissed-off look you’ve ever seen

And the drunk guys just sneered bc who is this squirt?

Oh but Jihoon’s familiar with the condescending looks in their eyes

Jihoon had experienced his fair share throughout his high school days alright

So he used everything he’s ever learned from always getting made fun of for his height

He kicked one of the f***ers in the kneecaps, grabbed your hand and ran

You finally stopped when you’re sure you’re safe enough and you couldn’t help but admire this stranger who just saved you

“My hero~”

Do you say that to every single one of your savior? bc Jihoon is getting major flashbacks now

Of course, you felt very very grateful for getting saved so you wanted to treat this cute stranger

“Here, let me treat you to some coffee. I insist.”

And that’s how he found himself sitting across from you in a quaint coffee shop

“Thank you so much for saving me!”

And Jihoon swore under his breath bc there it is again

That smile

“No problem.”

You couldn’t help but think that the guy looked kinda familiar??

“So tell me about yourself!” you said

‘Well, you actually know me but not the real me but I’ve been pinning on you from day one but this is not how I imagined our first date would be like.’ Jihoon wanted to say but he figured he’ll just sound like a creep lol

Wait is this a date? F***

“Uh, I play the guitar???”

Nice, Jihoon, smooth.

Hey, a supervillain can have a hobby, alright?

And Jihoon didn’t know how it happened but you seemed interested in what he has to say and he ended up having a lot of fun talking to you??

The conversation went for a long time that he didn’t realize it’s been hours since he left headquarters and he’s still got things to do and he’s like crap gtg

And you’re like “Oh! You need to go?? I really enjoyed talking to you.. Maybe we can..meet again??”

Bruh, you may look super cool and suave outside but you’re literally freaking out inside bc !!! You’re actually asking this cute stranger guy out !!!

And that’s how Lee Jihoon ended up back in the headquarter, everything’s the same except for the number written on the entire length of his right arm in black ink

But then the next morning people were shookth from the obvious series of numbers written on his arm lmaoo

The other peeps on the team was like, “OoOoO are you dAting someone???”

“S.Coups, I know you can’t fly and I will not hesitate to push you off this ledge and make it seem like an accident if you don’t step away this instant.”

*S.Coups backing away slowly*

One of the team members almost prank called you claiming to be Woozi but then he got strangled by Jihoon lmao

You and Jihoon started to hang out more often

One time you guys (you guys as in you and Jihoon, you’re still unaware of his alter ego apparently smh) were talking about your favorite supers and Woozi came up in the conversation

“I don’t know, I just really like him.”

That caught his interest

“Uh, why?”

“Because! He’s so cool, don’t you think??? Saved me couple times, too. What a man.”

Lmao, more like hundreds of times

Woozi couldn’t count how many times he had to save your ass now

“But why do you even like him? He’s not like S.Coups or anything. He’s not..nice.”

You looked at him a little offended bc

Did he really just say that? In front of your f***ing salad?

“Uhm, excuse me but he cares about other people, Jihoon! Just because someone’s nice doesn’t mean he’s good!”

Jihoon never thought he’d hear someone say something so nice about him?? For once, someone actually cared about him

And it feels...nice

And if he had a huge crush on you then, by now he’s f***ing flipped

“Plus, I’d totally date him.”

Choke

So you guys obviously starting to like each other more and more; him bc of your, uh, refreshing personality and him bc of his blunt nature

What a charming couple, honestly

But he couldn’t work up the nerve to ask you out when he’s not wearing his super-villain, er, hero costume

But he can’t help it now!!!

He needs to do something about this stupid crush!!!

It’s taking over his brain

It’s taking over his life

HE ALMOST DIED ON A MISSION THINKING ABOUT YOU

They really weren’t kidding when they said that love is a disease bc he feels like he gets heart attacks whenever you smile and him and it makes him want to write stupid love songs about you and it’s just ugh

He’s a swimming lovesick fool around you

But Woozi isn’t keen on grand gestures

So one day, he finally swallowed his nerves and went up to you after work in his super suit

And you were like,”Woozi!! It’s you!!”

But then he took of his mask in front of you

And “Wait, what? W ho? Jihoon????”

Again, how you’ve ever put the pieces together baffles me smh

“Yeah. It’s me.” He looked like he’s ready to s*** his pants tbh

“Look, I hate your stupid face. I hate that you made me think about you everyday. I can’t even look at a monkey the same way without ending up thinking about you now. I hate that your smile always gives me heart attacks. So let’s just get this over with. Y/N, do you want to go out with me?”

Lmao w hat

Is he...asking you out???

So all this time, Woozi is Jihoon and Jihoon is Woozi?

IT MAKES SENSE NOW

Sigh

So you stood there gaping like a fish

Which kinda reminded him of when his robot short-circuited, cute.

And Woozi’s ready to flee the scene and go home and spend his night eating a tub of ice cream while writing a two-page essay on how you will never ever be together and hide under his covers and–

“Alright, let’s go on a date.”

Well, he be da**ed.

Did you just agree to go out with him??

He feels like he can take over the world now

But maybe later bc now, he has a date to attend to ;)

(But honestly, if he had asked you without the suit and all, you’d still pick him.)

(Because in the end, you fell for Jihoon, not Woozi.)

(But also you’re feeling lucky bc you happen to like both so what a steal.)

#wow this was a hot mess towards the end #but i hope you guys enjoyed reading it AAAA #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #seventeen imagines #super seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fics #seventeen fic #seventeen au #superhero au #woozi #jihoon #seventeen #woozi imagines #super!au

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percyinpanties · 7 years

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just posted some jercy to patreon and since I’ve been so inactive in may I decided to post it here right away too.

When something small and sharp hits his cheek, Jason only blinks slowly.

For a few seconds, he isn't sure where he is, what he's doing, or what could have possibly hit his cheek in the first place. Maybe he has imagined it?

His thoughts are sluggish and it takes several times opening and closing his eyes before his bleary vision clears up and the room around him comes into focus.

The library.

Right. Finals.

Jason has come here right after school to grab some books on topics he wasn't all that sure on and hide away in one of the study corners to force the info into his brain.

It hasn’t helped that Jason didn’t get much sleep last since he clearly is paying the price for that now. There is only so much his brain can do under the circumstances.

Even now, shaken out of his daze by whatever has hit him, Jason's mind is slow to process what is happening.

How long has he been sitting here? Was he asleep? Did he even read anything before his mind went to a place far far away from where it should be this afternoon?

Jason looks around.

On the table, between unreadable notes and two open books, sits a small paper airplane. Jason doesn't have to see the culprit to know who sent this thing flying into his cheek: The airplane is made of vibrant blue paper and there is only one person at this school who’d even carry those kind of supplies around to begin with.

“Did I wake you?” The whisper, teasing in tone, comes as if on cue somewhere to Jason's right.

Jason aims for a glare when he looks up, but instead ends up meeting Percy's gaze with a weak smile. Unfair plane attack or not, Jason hadn't really been doing anything anymore. It is probably for the best if Percy's here to distract him.

“What are you doin’ here?” Jason mumbles as Percy pulls out the chair next to him and sits down. It's only then that Jason realises how empty the library is now. Jason could swear that just five minutes ago, it was brimming with other students and staff, so busy that he hardly found a space to occupy with his own study notes.

“You didn't answer any if my texts.” Percy says casually and Jason thinks he imagines there's some concern in Percy’s tone too. “And Thalia said you hadn't even come home yet. So I thought to myself: Where does one find a nerd two weeks before his finals?”

Jason huffs and playfully punches Percy's arm. There's no heat behind it and judging by the little laugh that escapes Percy, the other boy knows it too.

“How late is it, exactly?” Jason asks, quieter now, and closes his eyes.

Most likely, he wasted the entire day sitting and doing nothing without even realising. He can’t afford losing time like this. His marks have been good throughout the year, and he wants to keep it that way. His parents, especially his father, have expectations that he needs to meet if he doesn’t want to disappoint them.

Anxiety creeps up in Jason’s chest. Two weeks is nothing, especially not considering how many topics he still wants to cover again. He knew the content when they were tested on it before, but some of that is months back now and frankly, Jason doesn’t trust his long-time memory all that well.

A hand gently covers one of Jason's lying on the table and stops his thoughts in their tracks. They had been spiraling out of control again, and maybe some of that has shown on his face too.

Jason's heart stutters for a few beats, then resumes its rhythm faster than before. Part of Jason wonders what this means, beyond being a calming gesture, but the larger part of him is too scared to question it.

When Percy speaks, his voice betrays nothing.

“Half past six.”

Jason groans. Of course, he wasted the entire day. He’ll have to stay up again tonight if he wants to make up for it, which means he’ll be tired tomorrow and…

“Which is exactly why I'm here. You need a break, my dude. Let's get some food somewhere?” Percy sounds half joking, but this time Jason realises it's only to hide the concern. When Jason looks at him, Percy is watching closely, brow furrowed.

Food sounds tempting. Jason was supposed to be home for dinner half an hour ago and while his mother will hardly have noticed, but Jason knows his father won’t be pleased about him coming late. Now that Jason thinks about it, he realises he hasn’t eaten all day…

Jason doesn't know how to answer, mainly because Percy's right. Jason hadn't done himself any favours by not taking any breaks, especially with the lack of sleep. He hadn't gotten anything done that he meant to go over today, however… Spending time with Percy now will be time he’ll be missing later.

Slowly, Jason turns his hand over under Percy's palm. Percy doesn't hesitate lacing their fingers together, but he doesn't say anything. Jason doesn’t really want to face his parents yet, especially when he can’t even tell them he came back late because he lost track of time working...

It's very quiet for a moment, then Jason sighs.

“Fine.” He says, defeated. Percy squeezes his hand. “I’m starving anyway.”

Percy smiles. Jason finds himself smiling back.

Fifteen minutes later, they're walking down the halls of the school toward the car park. Percy is carrying the books Jason has checked out of the library, and even though Jason insisted earlier that he was fine carrying them himself, he's glad now for the weight lifted from his arms.

His thoughts are still running wild, but he’d be lying if he claimed that Percy’s presence didn’t make it easier already.

“You're a smart cookie.” Percy says and nudges his shoulder against Jason's lightly. Neither of them have spoken in a while, so Jason it takes Jason a moment to process that Percy is speaking. “You'll be fine, you're stressing way too much.”

Jason knows that, objectively, Percy is right.

That does nothing to lighten the anxiety that comes over him every time someone so much as mentions exams though. Most of the pressure originates in his own perfectionism, Jason knows that, but even so he can't bring himself to care even a little less. Failing is not an option for him.

When Jason doesn't answer, Percy keeps talking.

He is speaking quieter and slower than he usually does, which Jason and his tired brain are grateful for. Little by little, Jason finds himself relaxing. Percy’s voice is soothing, there’s no edge to it, no hidden jab or teasing. Jason wonders if Percy knows how much he appreciates this right now.

The walk to the car park isn’t far. Percy has parked his crappy old car close to the entrance and Jason jogs a few steps ahead to open the trunk for Percy to dump the books in.

“Perfect. Now, Chinese?” Percy asks and Jason frowns. He still has a hand on the back door of the car, halfway pulled down to close it again. It takes him entirely too long to realise Percy is asking about food.

He should probably text Thalia and his parents and apology for missing dinner, Jason realises. And tell them he’ll be back even later...

“Or…” Percy adds with a drawl, grin growing on his face. “We could get milkshakes.”

Jason perks up at that. He knows Percy is thinking of the a fast food joint not far from here, and Percy must know it’s Jason’s favourite.

“I want a milkshake.” Jason mumbles before he can stop himself. He looks at Percy with his best attempt at puppy eyes, and given his current state he probably looks more convincing than on an average day.

Percy smiles at him, reaches over and gives Jason’s arm a little squeeze before he’s pulling away.

“Milkshakes it is then.” Percy declares and turns away from to get into the car. It does nothing to hide the pleased grin on his face, which infects Jason with a smile of his own as he closes the trunk and walks past the side to get into the passenger seat.

Seconds later, the car starts with a sputter.

Jason makes a small humming sound at the back of his throat and rests his head against the backrest. The rumbling of the motor washes over him, calms him. As they drive, he isn't quite asleep, but not a really awake either.

Percy doesn't seem to mind.

He doesn’t speak this time, but turns the radio to some random station on a low volume and starts humming along under his breath as soon as he recognises the song. It makes Jason’s lips twitch with a smile, and when he turns his head to the side he can see Percy dancing along to the song as well.

Percy catches Jason looking, looks back and winks at Jason quickly before his eyes are back on the road. Jason feels his cheeks warm, but even so Jason’s gaze lingers a little longer, taking in Percy's profile with his plush lips and long lashes. He’s pretty, Jason thinks, then bites his lip. He shakes his head lightly as if that would help stray his thoughts away from the dangerous path they’ve threatened to go down on just now.

sorry for funny formatting, i have to use gdocs instead of word atm bc f my laptop. also sorry about the ending, this was supposed to be a mini fic so i had to it cut off before it got more out of hand lol

#mine #jercy #jason grace #percy jackson #pjato #my stuff #my fic

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id-rather-be-an-outsider · 3 years

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Hacking Into the Fog

Feng Min x Sombra (OW)

word count: 854

summary: Sombra was tasked with gathering intel for blackmail on the Shining Lion. to do that, she had to search.

a/n: originally posted on the DBD Amino for my 1k follower celebration! probably my first cross-fandom fic but I do genuinely ship them as well just bc I like the hacker x gamer dynamic, plus it was pride month and I love women loving women so it’s kinda perfect to repost on here. hope you like and happy pride!

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I’d been trying to hack into Feng Min’s PC for weeks. Well, getting in was easy. Getting information? That has a different and much less satisfactory answer. The Shining Lion, as the world knew her, yet the one bit of private information I had, her real name, lead to nowhere.

I was tasked with trying to figure out her secret, why she was so good, and blackmailing her for a massive payout to Talon, but it was impossible! Crazy, right? The best hacker in the world couldn’t dig up any dirt on the best gamer in the world. It’s only a little suspicious.

Then I caught news in the online world that the gamer had virtually disappeared - silence on all social media platforms, missing from her esports dorm and her parents’ home, just vanished into thin air. I just KNEW this would lead me somewhere. I definitely wasn’t at all excited that I would finally be seeing face-to-face the person who I’d spent so much time investigating to point of near-obsession for so long, the bubbly feeling in my stomach was just me being glad that my assignment was almost over. For sure.

I took to hacking into the technology of everyone around where she lived, and discovered that the famous gamer was also gaining a reputation for drinking at bars - she thought she was unrecognizable, but she thought wrong, because private videos taken by stans at the bars and sent between their friends showed her falling asleep in random places while in a drunken stupor.

Then one video showed Feng shuffling around a corner of an alleyway - drunk, of course, and kind of cute, not gonna lie - but when the camera holder tried to follow her, it was like she vanished. After that, there were no more videos, and that’s when the posts asking about where the Shining Lion went started popping up. I knew that was my best lead.

As I trudged through the dim and dreary streets, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Feng - she spent her last days visiting a dump. Litter strewn everywhere, broken bottles, men catcalling on every corner, it was enough to sink anyone into a depression if they stayed there forever, I thought.

I turned the corner to walk down the same alley she disappeared on, and investigated the area for clues, but... nothing. Shoulders slumped in disappointment, I turned to leave the alleyway, but then-

“Help!” I whirled around. I saw a girl hobble across the end of the alleyway, holding her arm, and a freakishly tall man chasing after her. I don’t know what it was that told me to chase after them - maybe it was my conscience telling me to at least do one good act in my lifetime to make up for all the bad - but I did. I ran. And ran, and ran, and ran, until I got to the end of the alleyway and came across a huge pole with a giant hook attached to it, blood dripping from the razor sharp tip. I stumbled back in horror. I may not be a hero, but even I’m not so sick and twisted as to think that’s okay.

Deciding that I wanted no part of this, I turned around to leave, only to be greeted by fog and forest. My heart palpitated, and I tried to call up Doomfist, but whatever place I just entered wasn’t letting a signal through. In fact, all of my systems were down.

Rushing footsteps caused my head to jerk in one direction - looking towards Feng Min. She stopped right in front of me.

“YOU’RE the one who’s been trying to hack into my computer!” She pointed a finger at me.

“Not like it was hard, just absent of information,” I muttered, “And YOU’RE the one who went missing! Do you have any idea how worried the world has been, Feng?”

She smirked. “Oh, so we’re on a first name basis now, are we? Are you sure it isn’t YOU that was worried?”

“You don’t even know me.” I snapped.

“But you know me.”

The silence that rose was filled with electricity. I didn’t have time to ponder whether or not I fell in love with my target, all I knew was that I needed to leave the place, WITH said target. “How do we get out of here?” I asked her. “Call me Sombra, by the way.”

She did a quick look around. “Hate to break it to you, Sombra, but you can’t hack your way out of this one. You have to play the game by the RULES here.”

“What do you mean?” I raised a brow in confusion.

Her eyes widened suddenly. She grabbed my wrist. “We have to run. Do you trust me?”

Looking her in the eye, I nodded. I couldn’t afford NOT to trust her. She took off running, dragging me along with her as I heard a chainsaw in the distance. Crows cawed nearby, startled at our speed.

As we ran, I asked, “Feng, where are we?”

Between breaths, she said, “You- just hacked- yourself- into The Fog.”

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#outsider writes #dbd #dead by daylight #ow #overwatch #feng min #sombra #feng min x sombra (ow)#sombra x feng min (dbd)#pirde month #pride month #lesbian pride #dbd moodboard #ow moodboard

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