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“Bruce, You’ve got to be more careful.” I say sternly, a hint of care hidden behind it.

A grunt comes from his dry lips, not the answer I was hoping for exactly.

“I’m serious… You can’t keep doing this. Just take a break.” Now, vexation started to boil in the pits of my stomach as I reach for another wet wipe.

“You know why I do this. I need to build strength.” His dark eyes catch my gaze. His lips were parted, his eyebrows curving up his forehead.

“Yeah, but, You don’t need to push yourself so hard. You don’t need to be jumping from high places… And punching rough objects…” I peel away the foil of the wipe, retrieving the small sheet.

“Yes I do.  I have to become to the best detective. For my parents.” Bruce mumbles lightly, his head drooping down his shoulders.

Oh no. I didn’t mean to bring down the mood. I take a minute to look at the boy who sits in front of me.

“Please, take a minute to be a kid. You don’t spend time with me anymore.” I gently grab his right hand, gazing over his bloody knuckles.

“I feel like I can’t. I can’t” I felt his eye watch my hands.

Hesitantly, I press the wipe on his small cuts amongst his knuckles.

“You can. I know you can. Just take one day to spend time with me. I miss having you around.” I felt the heat on my cheeks immediately rise. I had a big crush on this child.

No response.

Worst response. I regret what I said.

My now shaky hand, rubs the wipe across his bloodied index finger, my free hand aiding to lift his injured one.

“I… I miss you too. And I like you. A lot. I like, like you.

And there goes my solemn heart beat. I can feel the blood pumping through my veins 10x faster. He really likes me?

“Y-you do?”

“Yeah, I really d- Ouch!” Bruce flinches away from my touch, holding his hands. I hadn’t even realized that I was rubbing his cuts harder, making it more painful.

“Sorry! Sorry!”

“It’s okay.” He lets out an airy chuckle, sliding off the table he sat atop of.

“D-do you like me back?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets, hidding his hands.

“Y-yeah, I do.” I look down at my hands, suddenly becoming interetsed in them. ‘Suddenly.’

“Go out with me.” He nearly deadpans, but that affection in his words is there. His face was straight. Only his brows furrow, wondering about my answer.

I felt like putty. Simple as that. I felt like a spaghetti noodle. My childhood best friend and childish crush, asked me out.

“Okay.” That’s all I  could sputter.

He pulls his hands from his pockets, wrapping his  arms around my shoulders and pulling me close, gently rubbing my shoulder blades. Despite the heaviness in my  stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of my body pressed against his. I sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made the room warmer and my head spin.


A/N: Hey! That was fun! I always say that but It’s true! If you have a request or question, send it friendo!

Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me

Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me


Summary: or the five times Phil tries to get Dan to go out with him, and the one time he gets it right.

A/N: waaaaayyyy late valentines day fic but shshhshshshhh and enjoy some way sappy dorks being in love (it’s also teen!phan bc there just isn’t enough in the world tbh)

Word Count: 3333 

Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one; this is all fiction.

TW: none i think

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“Daniel!” Phil practically sings the boy’s name and plops himself in the seat next to him, smiling so wide, his eyes are nearly closed behind his thick framed glasses.

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