Some of the best things I’ve heard in Heathers rehearsal so far:
“Oh no! My shirt, where’d it go?” followed by really slow and awkward finger guns
“Free pizza, and we don’t even have to buy it a pussy!”
“Those stupid tree thumpers”
*dramatically pirouettes and leaps in* “BIG SWORDFIGHT IN HER MOUTHHH”
“Aww that seems like a relationship that would last.” “Yeah until one of them blows up” “I guess you could say their love is….. explosive”
*Our choreographer screaming like one of those sheep used in parodies back in vintage youtube days whenever she gets frustrated or needs to get people’s attention.*
“So you’re going to do a Jesus lift” “A WHAT” “Just put your arms out and they’ll lift you like you’re Jesus resurrecting from the cross”
“Welcome to Newsies on steroids.”
“Be the closeted gay we all need.”
“The first step to any good plan is murder.”
“How much bitch is enough bitch though?”
“Imagine having to explain to someone like ““oh how’d you break your tailbone?” ““Oh I booty-popped too hard.””
“When we go off to makeover Veronica, can she still have the monocle, but, hear me out, it’s now bedazzled.”
“I have to check the historical accuracy of bedazzling in the ‘80s.”
“Okay, but what if we made it gay?”
“COSTUME NOTE: SOMEONE MAKE RAM PARTY SLIPPERS!” “What if they’re like bunny slippers, but with tiny party hats?!”
“This is Ram, he’s not very nice, but somehow my best friend still wants to fuck him.”
“Your whole bio better be about how much you love and respect women or else I can’t help you when your ass is being kicked.”
“I paired you guys together because you say he’s your sort of boyfriend later.” *Kurt proceeds to emark in various sexual dance endeavors with multiple other women* “That’s where the sort of comes into play….”
“SHUT UP HEATHER” *bursts out crying*
Our original Chandler dropped out so our original Duke got promoted to her role and just looks at me and says “Oh my god this is the most Heather Duke thing that has ever happened to me”
“That’s a school cheer?!?!”
“Real question: WHO HAS A FUCKING LOCK ON THEIR CLOSET?”
“What if when she makes you spit up the pills, your wig flies off?” “Oh no you’ve discovered the real reason behind my crisis, I AM NOT A NATURAL BLONDE”
“Maybe he should take up knitting or something as a hobby rather than therapedic murder.”
“My character description is just internal screaming.”
“Who needs a dance partner when you have weed?”
“I feel bad having to ask but was that supposed to be a dick joke?”
“Do I get extra points if one of the pills hits someone in the face?”
“I can’t remember the lyrics but I’m pretty sure I’m still gay”
“Why didn’t they just throw the bomb and run or something, like why are they so determined to die?”
*recites Blue Reprise as demonic slam poetry because we didn’t have rehearsal tracks yet*
“Veronica, it’s not a phase. I’m just naturally a slightly psychotic bag of angst with great hair.”
*music director teaching us Blue* ”They’ll curl up on your face. And purr like-” *slowly looks up from music and proceeds to put his head in his hands* “There’s moments that I evaluate my life and this is definitely one of them.”
I get a Kurt one where he’s still pretty new and people stare at him bc he’s
blue so you find a bunch of like blue hair dye and dye your hair blue but
decide that’s not enough so you dye your skin blue and then see him an say
“I’m blue too!”
Took a little bit of creative liberty here, hope you don’t mind! J
I haven’t written for my smol beeb in sooooooo loooooong omggggggg. I didn’t
realize how much I missed him. That said, I’m a bit rusty, so please forgive me
while I get back into the swing of things.
Kurt had not yet adjusted to all of the
pairs of eyes that watched him at the Mansion. Performing in the circus was one
thing. People watched him because he wanted them to. Now he as here, and the
other kids couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off of him. Though he didn’t really
talk about it, Jean knew it bugged him, and she in turn had told you.
Despite the fact that the elf hadn’t been
there long, you still had a soft spot for him, and you wanted him to feel
welcome. That was when you found the blue hair dye at the mall. And a beautiful
idea had struck you.
One very, very blue night later, you were
ready to show Kurt.
It was a beautiful day out. The sun was
shining, and because classes for the day had ended, the courtyard was full of
mutant children playing with Frisbees and flying kites and messing with their
powers. The usual squad was assembled under the tree. Of the group, only a few
knew about your new development. Even now, your hair was up in a bun and hidden
in a hood.
Kurt was sitting cross-legged between
Scott, Peter, and Warren as you, Jean, Ororo, and Jubilee came to sit with
“Hey guys.” Jean greeted casually, as
though nothing had happened. You pulled the hood off as you took your seat
“Guten tag,” he smiled a sharp-toothed
grin, his adorable blue dimples making themselves known as his tail waved
behind him contently. God, he was cute. It made your heart race as you took the
newly blue hairs out of the bun that sat atop your head. The wavy locks fell to
rest on your shoulders. The boys all looked at you in shock, none of them
exactly sure what to say.
Your hair was blue. Nightcrawler blue.
“Woah, what happened?” Peter asked.
“Well, I thought Kurt might be sick of
everyone staring, so now they have something else to look at.”
“It’s blue….I am
blue.” Kurt couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face or the finger
that wandered to your loose blue curls.
“Well, now I’m blue too.”
“I ship it.” Jubilee stated.
“Ditto.” Warren lazily raised a hand. “When
are we placing bets?”
“Shut up.” You threw a handful of grass at
him. He chuckled. And though you knew they were teasing, you knew it would be
sooner than later that you and Mr. Wagner would wind up together. Or at least,
you hoped so.
Lance isn’t missing, he’s right there. It was an accident, how he’d
ended up ‘missing’, but Blue said that there should be some cure for
this. He wished he was human again, so he could comfort his team with
the knowledge that he wasn’t dead. But no, he’s a cat, and the only way
to make sure they smile is to knock all the pens to the ground, chase
some string, and occasionally wake up his crush and idol up from a
nightmare and almost get smacked across the room by accident. Well,
okay, that last one had to be mended since he was apparently a good
stress reliever if you ran your hands down his back… too bad it
wouldn’t happen if he was a human. So, for now, he’ll deal with being a
brown and darker brown swirled tabby kitten for just a little bit
A Cat Au, where Lance becomes a cat and hell ensues.
the loud gurgling coming from below caused alec to look at the tiny, blue baby warlock bouncing excitedly in the baby carrier that alec had strapped to his chest earlier. his tiny feet covered by the blue and white striped onesie he was currently wearing were moving excitedly as the baby kicked, squealing and cooing as alec walked around the institute, a report in his hand.
alec took baby max’s hand in his and smiled fondly when his blue fingers curled around his pinky, shaking it around in his tiny fist, alec’s wedding ring glinting in the light.
“are you excited to see papa?” alec asked and max looked up at him, blinking with those huge eyes of his and gave alec a toothless, adorable smile. “yeah, me too.” alec grinned and kissed max on the top of his head. “just one more order to give out, blueberry, and then we can go home and you can drink a nice warm bottle of milk.”
alec rounded the corner with a giggling max and entered the training room with ease and with an air of friendship marched up to aline, gloves on and jabbing fiercely at the punching bag in front of her. music loudly blasted from her ears so it took her a second to realize he was there. a smile as sweet as cherries spread across aline’s face at the sight of her friend, her face flushed from training.
“hey, boss,” she said and alec chuckled at the title aline had teasingly bestowed on him when she first arrived at the institute a couple of years ago. “i’m guessing you have the weekly report on the new recruits?”
“that i do,” alec presented it dramatically and aline took it with a flourish, adding a little bow which was accompanied by a giggle. “i looked them over but i wanted you to keep them, since you are the one in charge of that department.”
“children are a joy, aren’t they?” aline sighed, shaking her head with a grin. “you certainly are, aren’t you?” she crooned suddenly, looking at max and taking his little feet in her hands and waving them up and down. max always got that bright, happy look in his eyes whenever he saw aline and it warmed alec’s heart when his son laughed at one particular funny face aline was making at him.
“oh, you are just too cute!” aline squealed, kissing max on both cheeks. his chubby hands made contact with her face and he smiled as he ran his fingers over her cheeks curiously. “he totally has magnus’ charm.” she looked back up at alec, who was chuckling fondly at the scene before him.
“how do you know he got that all from magnus?” alec huffed, pretending to mad, even though he knew it was true.
“have you met your husband? one look and he’ll sweep you off your feet. this little guy is going to make the world spin with his smile or laugh alone.” aline said as max was still running his hands along her face, occasionally pressing their foreheads together and causing aline to giggle.
“well, that’s true. he did sweep me off my feet.” alec felt butterflies erupt in his stomach at the thought of magnus, his husband, his absolute one and only love and how nothing had changed since the first day they had met, a dopey smile on his face and his cheeks flushed and his heart sighing dreamily. aline was right: all it took was one look and alec was gone forever.
“aw, you’re getting that look in your eyes, you sap.” aline teased coming up from playing with max to poke alec in the arm.
alec rolled his eyes. “look who’s talking,” he gestured towards aline’s ring finger, a gorgeous engagement ring winking at the both of them. “every time helen walks bye, you have to stop and watch her leave. every time she kisses you, you sigh that sigh. you know the one: the cheesy, romantic, be still my beating heart sigh. don’t point fingers at me, aline.” aline made a face at him but she beamed at him afterwards.
“it’s true. i’m in love and whipped. and here’s the proof.” she wiggled her engagement ring in alec’s face. “you better get us lots of presents.”
“being your best man isn’t enough?” alec chortled and aline stuck her tongue out at him.
“alright, go, be with your prince charming. i have to get back to my princess anyway.” aline pulled alec into a quick hug that wouldn’t smush the baby, placing a quick kiss on max’s forehead. “bye, max!”
“say bye, max!” alec encouraged the baby, who merely looked at him, confusion on his face.
“don’t worry, i know he loves me.” aline laughed and she waved cheerfully at the father and son, turning and practically sprinting down the hallway to go see her future wife. alec watched her go, happiness for his friend taking over his entire soul.
the sound of crying caused alec to look down at max, who was fidgeting and squirming, his face screwed up and his lips puckered.
“aw, i know honey, i know,” alec soothed, carefully taking max out of the baby carrier and holding him to his chest. “we’re going home right now to see papa.”
“no need, i’m right here.” alec turned around surprised to see his husband, his gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, kind, wonderful, smart, strong husband walking toward him, glitter dusting his cheekbones like freckles and eyelids. his hair had blue streaks in it and he look glorious in the glittery black jacket he was adorning, a jacket that alec had grown fond over the years. seeing him walking towards him and their child was like alec seeing magnus walk down the aisle and he felt his stomach drop as pure bliss overtook his emotions.
“hi, love” magnus reached up, a hand on alec’s neck, to softly kiss him hello. alec let his eyes droop close, the feeling of magnus’ lips on his soft and sweet like toffee and he relished in the feeling of his warm fingertips against his skin.
“hi, babe.” alec hummed and magnus smiled, their noses brushing as he leaned in to kiss him again.
“good day today? how was your client?”
“positively dreadful, darling, but seeing your face at the end of the day makes it worth it,” alec felt his face heat up and magnus smiled and brushed a strand of hair off of his forehead. “how was your day?”
“same, boring, couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you and holding you in my arms. but what else is new?”
magnus tittered at this. “cheeky, mr. lightwood-bane.” he quipped, kissing alec’s nose and turning his attention to the wiggling bundle of joy leaning against alec’s chest.
“there’s my baby!” magnus took max out of alec’s arms and held him up, kissing his cheek repeatedly as max laughed and clapped his hands. “did you miss me? i missed you so much, lovebug!” he blew a raspberry against max’s stomach, causing the baby to roar with contagious laughter.
“he really wanted to see you today. we both did.” alec put a hand on magnus’ lower back as they watched max run his hands through magnus’ hair, babbling. “also, he’s hungry.”
“luckily, you’re married to a warlock, sweetheart.” magnus snapped his fingers and a bottle appeared in his hand.
“luckily, i’m married to you.” alec pressed a kiss against magnus’ temple and magnus smiled at him, scrunching his nose in the way that alec loved, before holding the bottle to max’s mouth.
“he’s so beautiful,” magnus said as they watched max drink out of the bottle, his eyelashes fluttering as he started to get sleepy. “ he’s growing so fast. soon he’ll be able to walk and talk, even hold this very bottle up by himself. i can’t believe we’re actually parents. and married.”
“what a wonderful way to spend the rest of our lives.” alec replied thoughtfully as magnus made a noise in agreement, leaning back against alec.
“they say a home can be a house and that a home can be a place and that a home can be a person, but they were wrong. a home can be people. my home is two people: my exquisite husband and our exquisite child.”
magnus clicked his fingers and the bottle disappeared and both him and alec, grinning and exchanging soft kisses, watched their son sleeping in magnus’ arms, the three of them surrounded in the feelings of simple but sweet contentment.
i have a pynch prompt!!!! the first time they act all coupley in front of the gangsey and everyone’s reactions :)
Okay this is a short one because I have to go to work in an hour, but I hope you like it anyways :) ♥
prompt me, guys! it’s the weekend!
Ronan and Adam aren’t the kind of couple who hold hands or are into PDA. The most they do is call each other nicknames which are borderline insults. They even still call each other by their last names more often than not, a fact that makes Gansey shake his heads and roll his eyes.
“Everyone calls you by your last name as well.”, Blue will say, and Gansey will huff and reply that that’s an entirely different matter.
Ronan and Adam aren’t the most cutesy and lovey-dovey couple. So, when the following happens, Gansey, Blue and Henry freeze in their spots.
It’s a morning at Monmouth, after a movie/party/drinking night, and everyone is a little rumpled. Adam, back home from college for the weekend, sits on the couch, feet curled under, thousand yard stare in his eyes and mug of coffee in his hands. Blue is curled into a ball on the other end of the couch, Henry is lounging in Gansey’s bed still, legs sticking out from under the covers (for some reason he only wears one sock), Gansey is in the kitchen-bathroom, retrieving his third cup of coffee in hopes that it will help with his hangover while Ronan is in his old room, apparently changing into a fresh set of clothes because he spilled beer on his muscle shirt last night.
When he comes out, he slams the door just a little bit, very atypical for Ronan “slams everything” Lynch. Even his headache must be bad enough. Which is no miracle since he may have drunken a whole bottle of schnaps by himself last night.
“Morning.”, Gansey greets from the doorway of the kitchen, trying his best to smile at Ronan. His temple stings when he does.
Ronan just grunts, walks over to the couch, and then throws himself at Adam. Adam does not seem surprised at all about this, uncurling his legs, opening his arms so Ronan can snuggle against him.
There’s a long moment of silence in which Henry, Blue and Gansey just stare, eyes wide in surprise.
Then Blue murmurs: “Holy shit.”, Gansey’s smile makes a reappearance, this time more beaming (stinging pain be damned- this sight is worth it) and Henry just whispers “Be still, my beating heart.”
“Fuck the shut up.”, Ronan growls. Adam snorts.
“That was intentional.”, Ronan grumbles, even though it clearly was not.
Gansey exchanges a long glance with Blue, and then with Henry, before he beams at Adam who meets his eyes and gives him the smallest lopsided grin.
Gansey sighs into his coffee, still smiling. The morning is a little better now.
i was listening to this song and a idea came to mind. ‘’you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights, and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight. not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill.’’ -dazzle, oh wonder. 2.7K+ words.
Damian’s fascinated, utterly hypnotized.
And it’s all the fault of one special Kryptonian.
He doesn’t do love, what’s the point? It makes you weak. Gives people a way to get right through your armor and shatter you in a way that nothing else does. His mother explained that to him many a time. He had listened to her stories as a child.
There was someone once, someone that she had truly loved. Ra had found out. He killed them right in front of her. She vowed never to love again. It was foolishness.
Damian learned from her mistake just like she wanted him to.
‘‘You will never let yourself sink as low as petty humans. You, my son, deserve a god for you will be one someday with this mighty empire of ours.’’ She spoke, it was a miracle she was giving him the slightest of affection, running her nimble fingers through his hair. For a moment, he believed that he saw love in her eyes. Then she steeled, abruptly standing up from her seat beside him. ‘’We need to cut your hair at once.’’
And that was that.
He never loved, scoffed at admirers, pretended to retch at the romantic scenes in the movies Dick was so fond of watching. Poked fun at the silly novels he occasionally caught Jon reading.
Then puberty happened.
Hormones, hormones, hormones.
He was laying back on his bed. Titans Tower was completely deserted. Everyone hadn’t yet come back from the holiday break. Not that he blamed them. The ones who didn’t have family simply stayed with another of the teens.
Damian had come back as soon as the clock struck midnight, announcing the presence of the new year.
He stared at the ceiling, trying to count exactly how many bumps were on the roof of his room. The Titans had repainted his room, which had been a chipped, bloody mess. He was grateful, but none of them had any futures in designing rooms or anything of the sort. Some paint was layered, to cover the dark crimson stains, and you could tell the difference right away.
He said nothing.
He was restless. He couldn’t get to sleep, no matter which way he turned, or punched his pillow. He tried sleeping on his stomach, but that was just uncomfortable in so many ways. Plus, he didn’t feel like getting accidentally turned on which was happening quite frequently nowadays.
‘‘It’s perfectly normal-’‘ Dick crooned. ‘‘Another word and I will smother you in your sleep.’‘ Damian interrupted.
Robin sighed. It was so quiet without any members of his team. Usually there was at least one insomniac hanging out in the living room, watching some sort of program on the TV, which Damian could hear from his bedroom.
A ear-piercing sound rang in the air.
He shot up in bed, blindly going for his suit, pulling it on in record breaking time.
Adjusting the mask as he went, he ran out to the living room.
‘INTRUDER ALERT’ flashed across the screen and the wail continued.
What, the Tower was impossible to break into. He had been making sure of it. Great, now he had to say that the Tower was nearly impossible to break into.
He started pressing buttons to at least stop the sound so he could figure out where the hell this intruder was, so he could beat the living hell out of them. He was a bit antsy.
Then, the alarm stopped.
He glanced down at the electronic keyboard and found that he hadn’t pressed enter yet.
‘‘Sorry ‘bout that, I slipped up on the last number in the code.’‘ A voice came from behind him. A laugh as well, a low one that managed to make his heart beat the slightest bit faster. Not that he would ever acknowledge it.
Damian tucked away the batarang that had been taken out in the blink of an eye.
He turned around, seeing Superboy vault over the couch.
Jon placed his feet over the top of the couch as his head hung off the couch, strands of hair coming loose with gravity and framing his oh so perfect blue eyes and delicate, dull pink lips. Ones that were forming a word.
–you’ve got diamonds in your eyes tonight–
‘‘-me.’‘ Jon was smiling at him, it sent an unfamiliar warmth through him and he had to fight back a shiver.
‘‘Huh?’‘ Had he really been so distracted by the boy hanging upside down?
‘‘Nothing,’‘ Jon laughed. ‘‘What’s up?’‘
The question snapped the youngest Wayne out of his daze and back to his senses.
‘‘What’s up?’’ Damian mocked. ‘’How the heck did you manage to get into my secure building? Why are you here? What is the meaning of this?’’
‘‘Pretty sure that it doesn’t belong to you and one question at a time, please.’‘ A lopsided grin.
He hid his reaction to it, waving his hand so the keyboard disappeared, leaving the coffee table just that. A plain table.
‘‘Okay, then answer them.’‘
‘‘Someone’s grouchy. Ooh, an apple.’‘ Jon sat up, grabbing the fruit from the bowl placed there. He made a face after biting into it. ‘‘Ours are better.’‘ He gingerly set it down on the table.
Damian rolled his eyes. ‘’I’m waiting, Kent.’’
Nope. He noped everything. This was karma, had to be.
He watched in silence as Jon lent forward, placing his somehow soft fingers on the side of his face, it was unusual and it took him off guard. His own hands were rough from years of handling his equipment. Little cuts littered them. Permanent.
Breath hitched in his throat.
Why was he reacting like this?
Then, Jon’s fingers brushed higher up and they pulled at his mask, successfully removing it. He pulled back, casually dropping the thing in his lap.
‘‘There, so much better.’‘ The shaggy haired teen smoothed out the creases in the mask.
Damian let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
‘‘So, now to answer your many questions.’‘ Jon waved his hands around in a flourish and Damian found himself staring at their every twitch.
Huh, he has really pretty hands.
He found himself wanting to get into contact with them once again.
‘‘Kon gave me the code by the way, so don’t worry. Your security is still perfectly intact.’‘
‘‘Of course it is, I built it.’‘ The vigilante responded with a huff.
Jon tilted his head back in a laugh, and Damian should have found that offensive but he was trapped.
Enthralled by the way Jon’s eyes shut when he did so, a sense of disappointment stirring in Damian when he could no longer view the wonderful shade of blue, lips curling upwards, collarbones just about showing from the top of his hoodie that wasn’t zipped all the way to the top, and it being yanked up a bit when he brought up a hand to muffle a laugh, exposing some of the beautiful pale skin right underneath his navel.
–dazzle me, dazzle me–
Whatever deity existed, they were torturing him.
The one across from him took a moment to calm, taking a deep breath in and then out.
‘‘I’m-,’‘ Superman’s son snickered again, ‘‘fine.’‘ He waved his hand in dismissal of the laugh that had just occurred. ‘‘Listen, I was in the area, and Kon told me you were hanging around here alone. Thought I would keep you company.’‘ There was a pause.
Damian didn’t know why but his heart pounded with fear, drowning out any other noise.
‘‘…And maybe we could talk about what happened at my party?’‘
And there it was.
‘‘Damian, c’mon,’‘ Jon whined, bringing a smile to Damian’s lips. ‘‘It’s my fifteenth, we’re here to have fun. Not lurk in a corner and be depressing.’‘
‘‘It’s what I do best.’‘ He replied, and full lips formed into a adorable pout.
He didn’t like parties, and Clark and Bruce, God knows how those two conspired to do this, had thrown the biggest one ever. They had left once it started, trusting the boys to not let anything get too out of hand.
‘‘Well, we’re dancing.’‘ Jon spoke, a certainty in his voice.
–give me neon lights–
‘‘No way.’‘ He scoffed, settling in on the couch.
‘‘It’s my birthday, I get exactly what I want.’‘
Damian didn’t understand why that sentence affected him so much.
He let Jon pull him up, dragging him into the fray.
Swarms of warm, teen bodies. They didn’t know half these people but it didn’t matter right now. The smell of sweat, and excitement buzzing in the air like electricity, his veins absorbing it.
–see the plastic life through my bloodshot eyes–
They fumbled, awkwardly stepping, not really knowing what to do but that made it better.
–you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights–
Jon kept getting closer and closer.
He didn’t notice.
–and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight–
They stepped on each other’s toes a couple of times.
Jon was swaying, and was humming along to the beat with his eyes shut.
‘‘Having fun there?’‘
Red colored the boy’s cheeks, as if he’d been caught.
A blush (?)
He stuck out his tongue at Damian, childish.
They broke out laughing.
‘‘You’re looking at me like that again.’‘ Blue eyes, narrowed. Calculating.
‘‘Like what?’‘ The Arabian male said, confused.
‘‘I dunno, It’s just-’‘ Jon shook his head. ‘‘I should shut up.’‘
‘‘No, really. Like what?’‘
Raven hair fell into his eyes as Jon stared down at his worn out sneakers.
He mumbled something, but Damian didn’t catch it with how loud the conversations around them were.
A fist gripped his shirt, balling it up. Damian thought that Jon was going to punch him for a second and he went to remove the hand.
Jon was faster.
A rough tug to the front of his shirt, and lukewarm lips crashed against his slightly chapped ones.
–not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill–
A weird sounding noise escaped his mouth, and the grip on his shirt loosened but the hand remained there, pressing against his chest.
The other was brought up, skimming the back of his neck.
–living in the moment, paying for the kill–
His eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing in way he didn’t know was possible.
Damian had no idea how to respond so he just did. No thinking.
Hands on Jon’s waist, fingers curling into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging.
More, more, more.
Him, him, him.
Invading his thoughts, poisoning his mind until there was nothing else.
–i am wild alive, i am wild alive–
His head started to feel dizzy, and with irony he remembered, ‘I need air,’ and pulled back, although Jon was hesitant to let him go, and gave a whimper.
They stared at each other, eyes going wide as if only now realizing what they had just done.
‘‘Oh my God, I’m-’‘ Jon began but Damian’s mouth was already back on his, muting any further words.
–golden grill of sadness, mid-life wasted youth–
The rest of the night was a blur.
They broke apart, snuck away from the crowd.
They made their way onto the roof, and talked. Nothing about what had just happened. Just…life.
–there’s a human in your heart of hearts–
There was a new feeling in the air between them, however.
Damian liked it.
–hiding true colors made you fall apart–
The party ended, and Jon went home while Damian helped clean up the mess left behind by everyone.
‘‘What about it?’‘ Damian’s voice sounded choked, even to him. Scared, even. He talked fast. ‘‘There’s nothing to talk about. Absolutely nothing.’‘
‘‘It’s been three months, we ought to talk about it sometime.’‘ Jon’s voice was soft, as if trying to lure a frightened animal from their hiding place.
–throwing fire, trying to make it right–
‘‘No, we don’t.’’ Damian continued stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, purposely avoiding his friend’s eyes which were probably giving him the signature Jon Kent look.
If you thought puppy dog eyes were bad, Jon’s version of them were the absolute worst and could get anyone to do anything.
Hence, why Damian refused to look Jon in the eye. He’d give in.
Jon threw up his hands in frustration, giving a long, annoyed exhale.
–always ends up like this, always gonna lose–
‘‘Fine! How about I talk, and you listen?’‘
Damian didn’t respond.
‘‘What, was I that bad a kisser or something? Is that why you’ve refused to partner up with me on anything unless told to, huh? Do you just not like me? A fluke, a mistake. You could have just told me instead of being a, a, thing about it! If I remember correctly, you kissed me back! That’s gotta mean something. Doesn’t it?” His voice got progressively quieter, more shaky as he went on, as if he were scared to have a answer to his many questions.
It almost hurt to hear him ramble.
Jon stopped, anger still visible in his eyes, and the way his hands were clenched at his sides.
Damian groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head into his hands.
‘‘Explain it to me then.’‘ A unspoken plead was in his eyes and that did it for Damian.
‘‘I-I got scared, alright? It’s not just everyday that your best friend for five years kisses you! I didn’t want to, didn’t want to ruin it, okay? I’ve freaking done things but what if me, me being me is the thing that makes that disappear? That’s a heck of a lot worse. So,I distanced, maybe you’d forget all about it.’‘ Damian’s voice rose and lowered throughout his rant, shouting and then dropping into a barely audible whisper that would have gone unheard if not for Jon’s super hearing.
Jon looked at him and gave a bitter laugh. Nothing like the one that made warmth flush to his cheeks and his heart thump that much faster.
‘‘I was the one who kissed you, don’t you think that means anything? I know you. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.’‘
‘‘Don’t you mean, was?’’ Damian said.
Jon looked at him, a determined expression on his face.
And then he kissed him, again.
This time was much different. It wasn’t sped up, this was drawn out.
The other was pent up feelings being let out, this one was expression.
Damian found himself returning it, before he even realized what he was doing.
A hand cupped his cheek and Damian gave a content sigh against Jon’s mouth. He tangled his hands in the shaggy mess that was Jon’s hair, gently pulling on the strands.
Hands were on his chest now, moving.
Blunt nails dug into his back, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt the pressure.
Jon pulled away this time, red plastered on his cheeks, lips slightly swollen.
Their foreheads resting together as they caught their breaths, panting.
‘‘That was something.’‘ Jon deadpanned.
‘‘Agreed.’‘ Damian nodded.
They laughed in unison, clutching each other’s shirts while they howled with laughter.
They calmed, but didn’t move from where they were.
Jon wrapped his finger around a small silver chain that had a tiny cat pendant, he had gifted him it the Christmas before, saying that it had reminded him of Alfred, Damian’s cat that is.
‘‘You kept it.’‘
‘’Why wouldn’t I?’‘
‘‘It seemed that you didn’t like it.’‘
‘‘Oh, well I do. I like it, since it came from you, and I like you.’‘ The words were just slipping out of his mouth by now, and holy- Jon looked so pretty like this, all flushed and out of breath and wow. He really needed to make him look like this more often. ‘’You’re even more pretty up close.’’
Jon couldn’t possibly have gotten more red, but he did, ducking his head.
‘‘Yeah, same goes for me.’‘ He murmured.
‘‘What was that?’‘ Damian teased.
‘‘I like you too. There, happy.’‘ He looked up, meeting Damian’s lovesick gaze.
And when I fell myself slipping too far , I held on to the one thing I’m always sure of – Blue eyes . Bronze curls . The fact that Simon Snow it’s the most powerful magician alive . That nothing can’t hurt him , not even me . That Simon Snow is alive . And I’m hopelessly in love with him .
alec always liked post battle showers, taking their time washing the grime and blood off of each other until exhausted limbs were ready for sleep. despite stepping in looking like they had both been through hell and stumbled out the other side, they’d step out of the shower with steam warmed skin, half lost in kisses and ready to sink into the sheets.
but what he liked far more than that, what they both liked more than nearly anything, were baths shared after a day so long neither of them felt like they’d see the end of it. days filled with clave related nonsense, both of them dealing with bureaucracy until alec’s teeth hurt and magnus was rubbing his own shoulders, growling at everything. it was nearly unspoken as they stepped through the portal, magnus tugging alec closer, their torsos pressed together his warm face tucked down against alec’s neck. it made alec shiver but he held onto him, dragging his fingers over the tight muscles of magnus’s back.
“i’ll get the bath ready.” alec’s whisper was caught in the warm air between them, magnus’s breath released in a sigh against alec’s deflect rune. but with it came a nod, though he didn’t release alec just yet, pressing a soft line of kisses down that rune before he did. it sent a shiver through alec but a distant, tired one. and then they parted in the breezy hallway, magnus already pulling his military jacket off, his shoulders slightly slumped.