► Summary: Jughead has been the reader’s best friend for three years. One day, during a biology study session, the true bond between them both will see the light (I know I’m terrible at doing summarys)
“Do you trust me?” the question left your lips as a
sweet and soft whisper. Jughead remained silent but he nodded with his head.
After a hard, boring and usual day at the Riverdale
high school you and your friend Jughead walked to your home for a study session.
Of course Pop’s was the first option but the football
team was there celebrating last night’s victory and you both didn’t want to
hear and stand them more than you had to at school.
It really started as a study session because of the
enormous tone of pages you have to study for that exam the biology teacher
decided to put from one day to another, but the books and pens were left aside
when suddenly Jug asked about you and your aunt’s relationship and how it was
He had wanted to die on Starkiller, wanted to be absorbed into the scarlet infinite of the universe, to be consumed by the astral expulsion of matter, the ultimate ascension into perpetuity, to be forever sublimated as energy from the galaxy’s greatest weapon, the fearsome child of his own making swallowing him back up into the great, gaping, maw of its event horizon.
He had tasted the metal of the blaster against the flat of his tongue: sour and bright. He had closed his eyes and tried to think of a crimson wave of light. Instead, he had seen a field of snow.
His wet-eyed, shaking, paralytic silence is his refusal. Ren is correct: he is a disgrace. He blinks, drops his gaze.
“Coward,” says Ren.
“Get fucked,” he says. (His voice breaks. It sounds so weak.)
Requested by Anon - a story where the reader and Damian like each other but won’t admit it cuz they’re too stubborn so the batfam try to get them together.
Happy Birthday Anon’s friend!!
Damian watched you from across the cave as Alfred wrapped the cut on his arm. You were working on updating files on the batcomputer. The glow from the computer highlighted your face in a way that fascinated him. His fingers twitched with the need to draw to you.
“Master Damian, you may go change now,” Alfred stated, finishing the bandage on Damian’s cut. When Damian didn’t move, Alfred raised an eyebrow, noticing how intently Damian studied you. “Master Damian,” Alfred said again sharply. Damian finally dragged his gaze away from you to look at Alfred. “I’m done with the bandage. You may go change now.”
“TT,” Damian huffed, sliding off the table to stalk over to the changing area. When he passed you, you spun around in the chair to face him causing him to slowly stop, catching your eye.
“Are you okay, Damian?” you asked, glancing at the bandage on his arm. He touched the bandage, shrugging his shoulders.
“It is nothing,” Damian replied softly. The two of you fell silent, caught up in each other’s eyes. A solid minute passed without either of you making a sound. You both would have been there forever if Dick hadn’t appeared, clapping his hand on Damian’s shoulder to snap the two of you out of it.