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DCember: Day 1, Fluff Prompt: First Kiss

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As the mission came to an end Dick found himself grinning, it all went well. Jason was a bit worse for wear, but seeing as it was just some cuts and bruises he wouldn’t let anyone patch anything. ‘I could deal with it at home’ was the phrase used, something Dick very vividly remembers hearing Bruce say a lot throughout his childhood. Dick keeps that to himself.

Another bonus was how early they’d sorted Scarecrow out, dealing with his near-predictable behaviour in a routine way, Cass and Tim for intel collection, Damian and Jason with the goons, Bruce, Steph and Dick dealing with Scarecrow. 

Now, Dick got to go home to the speedster that should be waiting in his room. Wally had said he’d give Dick a ride back to Blud, a much quicker way of transport than the hours on the road he would’ve had to take immediately. Whoever invented 7am meetings needs jail time.

Another bonus was getting to hang out with his best friend, although lately the term ‘friend’ hasn’t been fitting too well when describing Dick and Wally.

-

Wally had been pacing Dick’s room for an hour. He probably shouldn’t have gotten here so early, practically jumping off the walls of his own room earlier. It wasn’t that he was worried about Dick, no, Wally knows better. Dick is incredible, and even if he couldn’t kick Batman’s ass, he has Batman to protect him. And the whole cult of younger siblings Dick has would do the same in a heartbeat.

Wally was more worried about himself. He came in normally, seeing as no one was home, making sure he was tripping no alarms, coming in just how Dick was. He knows he was still caught on camera, but it wasn’t like he was doing anything illegal. He thinks. Maybe Batman would think existing around Dick was illegal. Wally wouldn’t put it past him.

Even then, his main worry wasn’t Batman finding him. No, it was Dick finding him out. Wally had come to the revelation that when in a platonic relationship, you don’t usually want to kiss the other person. He’d have to remember to thank Roy for sharing that lovely piece of information, last time he tried the man laughed so hard he fell off the roof they were on.

He was fine, Wally’s ego was not.

Neither were his instincts apparently, because when the bedroom door opened Wally jumped about 5 feet in the air, just barely stopping himself from screeching as he turned around. Standing in the door frame was one very amused and very hot Dick Grayson. Oh Wally was doomed.

“Christ, are you okay?” Dick asked, eyebrows raised and obvious amusement in his tone as he left the door open behind him, putting his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms. The motion made his arms flex a bit in the short sleeves. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, all good, fine, excellent,” the red-head rambled, a bright grin on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, the hairs on his arms standing up a little bit. He hoped it wasn’t obvious that he’d practically been doing laps around the room.

“Okay,” he conceded, dragging out the word as he walked up to Wally, pulling him in for a quick hug. “Are you good to go?”

Wally nodded, remembering what he was doing at the manor in the first place as he went to pick the taller man up. Dick let him, contorting his overly flexible and muscular body to make it easier for Wally. He bit back a blush at Dick’s hand on his arm. He was in his late twenties for fucks sake, why did he feel like a teenager again?

-

Dick stretched a bit when he hopped out of Wally’s arms, willing away the nausea as he felt his back crack. They’d made it to Blud in record time, something Dick could hear Wally muttering about now, and Dick could already feel the lack of sleep catching up to him now that he was in his own apartment. 

“D’you want something to drink?” Dick asked, making his way to the kitchen for some water. On the way he shut off the alarm system that’d gone haywire when Wally came in. Dick had long since made sure he would always be aware when a speedster was in his apartment.

“Uh, yeah, just water’s good dude,” Wally answered, flopping down onto his couch like he belonged there, relaxing into the fabric as Dick got the glasses out. It felt weirdly domestic to Dick, funny seeing as the two of them literally just went from Gotham to Bludhaven in what felt like 2 seconds, right after Dick took down a slowly forming drug ring. 

Dick sat down on the couch, passing him the drink as he settled alongside Wally. The two of them sat in silence for a while, calmly finishing off their drinks and letting themselves relax a bit, simply enjoying each other's company.

“Okie dokie, I’ll get out of your hair, you look like you haven’t slept since May.” Wally stood up, snatching Dick’s glass from him as the other man chuckled, presumably placing the glasses in the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t mind company, we could watch a movie or something,” he offered, tilting his head back to look at the man now leaning on the back of the couch. The two held eye contact for a while, neither sure why, neither willing to break it until a loud car horn from outside made both of them jump a bit.

“Only if you’re sure,” Wally said, but he was making his way around the couch again, snatching up the throw blanket on the armchair as he went. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stay for a movie, even less so for him to stay the night after, neither fact made them want to spend any less time with the other.

-

Wally’s pretty sure he’s never cared less about a movie in his life.

He’s pretty sure it’s an action movie, it was Dick’s choice. Whilst usually he’d be watching and making joking comments with the other man throughout the film, tonight he couldn’t seem to focus on much else other than the way Dick’s hair looked when he threw his head back laughing. Or the way lips quirked up when he mentioned something that would have made Tim and Damian argue. Or the way his eyes would go wide whenever a painfully obvious plot twist would be revealed, a plot twist Wally knew Dick saw coming.

The man next to him captivated all his attention, and Wally was reminded of how intensely doomed he was when Dick turned to look at him. He seemed suprised to find Wally already staring, but he offered a small smile anyway. Wally would typically turn away, a blush on his cheeks as he stumbled through a joke of Dick having broccoli in his teeth. Not tonight though.

No, not tonight. Tonight Wally kept looking, he wasn’t even sure he smiled back at the other man, just watching him. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but Dick licked his lips and Wally was still looking. Dick was looking too, he realised.

Dick was grinning a bit more, looking a lot more relaxed than Wally felt, although Wally could see the slight way his shoulders were tensed, the way his hands were fidgeting with the seam on his shirt. 

Neither of them moved, but both of them moved, and their lips were on another's, and Wally didn’t have it within himself to be nervous anymore. He pressed forward a bit, moving a hand to cup Dick’s face as the other mirrored him, moving his hands onto Wally’s waist.

They kissed for hours, minutes, seconds. Fuck if Wally knows. He feels like time slowed, and maybe it did, but Wally never wanted it to stop. 

Of course, due to the existence of their lungs and an excessive need for oxygen they broke apart, neither going far. Wally had wound up in Dick’s lap, both hands around the other man’s shoulders and one hand tangled in his hair. Dick had his hands placed on Wally’s hips, fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles as they processed what just happened.

“Okay, that was new,” Dick breathed, breaking the silence as a grin grew on his face. His hands tighten on Wally when the other smiles back.

“Good new?” Wally questioned, a little breathless himself as he pulled back a little more, despite his internal complaints. The whole talking into each other's mouths thing was nice until Wally remembered he had onion rings for lunch.

“Very good new.” He nodded, and Wally relaxed even more into his best friend. They both immediately tensed up when loud gunshots rang from the TV screen, both laughing it off easily as Wally fell off Dick’s lap, back onto the couch next to him.

They’d be okay.

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perfect plan

based on this tumblr post i saw, except it isn't finished bc i don't know if it's any good...

enjoy if you wish :)

When Sam woke up this morning he had a plan. He’d been formulating it for months, mentally calculating everything that could go wrong, and what needed to go right. Nothing could fail, nothing could be misplaced. It had to be perfect.

He found his way into the kitchen, by now used to the twists and turns that made up the bunker, and pulled out his pre-made strawberry & spinach smoothie. He calmly walked over to the cupboard on his left, and pulled out the bread and some raspberry jam. He made himself toast.

He sat at the table, glancing occasionally at the clock on the wall as it ticked by, enjoying the silence that fell over the room, a silence he knew he’d be missing in roughly three minutes. 

Dean’s alarm goes off every morning at eight, and he always hits ‘snooze’ twice and then grunts and grumbles all the way to the kitchen. On his way, he’ll walk past Castiel’s room, who’d be waiting to hear him and would exit his room immediately (real smooth).

2 minutes left.

As they’d walk Dean would make himself more awake in order to participate in conversation with Cas, who’s usually discussing his victories and losses in Candy Crush; the game he plays during the night due to his ability to survive without sleep.

1 minute.

As they’d enter the kitchen, Dean would have just made a comment about how ‘Even Angel’s should rest’ and Cas would have reminded him bluntly that, ‘no, we don’t’. 

“-don’t actually.” Cas finished, walking into the kitchen as predicted with Dean following behind. Dean made an annoyed face at the bluntness but withheld a sarcastic comment- It’d fly over Cas’ head anyway.

“Hey Sammy, still drinking your health juice I see,” was Dean’s choice of words, as unoriginal and repetitive as they’d always been. Sam rolled his eyes and stopped himself from sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“Hey Dean, still falling asleep with your shirt inside out I see,” he replied snarkily, enjoying Dean's confused looks at his normal shirt, oddly twisting himself to try and find the tag. He continued this for 30 seconds until he saw Sam grinning.

“Okay, fuck you.” Sam then got whacked on the back of the head with a random newspaper that he’d placed there last night. The plan was in action.

“What is that?” Cas asked, chiming into the conversation as he pulled the newspaper out of Dean's hands. On the front page was Gabriel, the archangel, getting arrested for murder in Ruston, Louisiana. Thank you Gabe for assisting.

“Is that Gabriel?” Dean said, both shocked and confused as he skimmed over the words on the paper. Of course Sam knew everything in it was fake- hell he wrote it himself- but he played into it.

“What?” he’d pulled the paper down slightly, looking at it alongside the others as they tried to grasp on what the fuck was going on. Cas seemed suspicious, not of Sam but of Gabriel surprisingly. Dean was mainly confused, Sam was already grabbing the car keys from the table.

“So we’re going, right?” Sam asked, standing up with the keys in one hand and his empty plate in the other, placing it in the sink as the others nod. 

“Let me grab my phone,”

—

“Sam you are not driving Baby, No fucking chance!” Dean denied, moving his hand back from where Sam held out his, going to grab the Keys. Cas stood awkwardly at the door.

“Dean, c’mon, literally just this once,” Sam asked, frustration lingering in his tone and a tired look in his eyes. All practised. Dean- still as clueless as always- is still shaking his head hard enough for it to fall off if it weren’t screwed on.

“Nope. Not happening,” he continued, completely against the mere idea that someone else is gonna drive his Baby. Sam sighed and glanced at Cas, a pleading look for him to intervene. This was going so perfectly.

“Dean, surely Sam isn't this bad of a driver?” Cas asked, looking at Dean in confusion, not yet grasping the pure insanity that is Dean's love for his car. Ironic, seeing as he can understand everything else about Dean- other than his crippling internalised homophobia (also ironic, seeing as he has plenty of it himself).

“No- Cas it’s not that he’s a bad driver, it’s my car.” Dean protests, his tone softening slightly in a way it never does for Sam, or anyone, and eyes now desperately glancing between the other two.

“If you aren’t driving we can talk though?” the angel continued, and Sam actually watched, in real time, his brother turn a shade of red that hasn't happened since Dean was in high school. Just kidding, it happened last week when Cas was helping Dean with enochian. Sam still remembers the muttering Dean was doing as he left the room, Sam is still traumatised.

Dean had paused, the blush he was attempting to shove down not listening very well as he scrambled to find an excuse to not let Sam drive his car. He couldn’t.

“If I see one scratch when we're out of this car I’m running you over with her.” Was Dean's response instead, finally chucking the keys over to Sam as he grumbled his way to the passenger side of the car. Sam bit back a grin.

“Duly Noted.” he affirmed, swapping places with Dean and opening the door. 

This was going well.

—

“Where are you going, you just missed the exit?!” Dean said, a slight shout as he glanced back, pausing his conversation with Cas to look at Sam in confusion. 

“There’s a roadblock, they’d check our IDs, I’m not bothered.” Sam offered simply, telling a partial truth, he hated roadblocks. There wasn’t one, but still. That wasn’t enough of an answer for Dean of course.

“Right,” Dean scoffed, still looking at Sam as if he had three heads. “There’s a road block, in the middle of fuck off no where, and you already knew of it?”

“Seriously, there was,” Sam lied simply, leaving his tone neutral as he merged lanes. This plan was too far along to fail now, and Sam had practised every aspect. Nothing was going to go wrong. “And unlike you I do actually check the traffic reports before driving somewhere.”

“Whatever, just don’t drive us into the middle of nowhere.” Dean muttered, huffing a bit before turning back to Cas. Their conversation about whether or not there was inhumanity in killing flies was re-started.

—

“What’s that in front of the car?” Cas asked, breaking the silence that’d been in the car for a rough 20 minutes. Sam grinned. Thank you Crowley.

“Whaddya mean Cas?” he asked, obviously not seeing what they’re seeing due to not being the person the spell was directed at.

“The light?” Cas answered, still questioning as he squinted slightly. Dean was covering his eyes too, so he was aware he wasn’t losing sanity, however Sam’s indifference confused him.

“Why the fuck is it so bright?,” Dean asked angrily, covering his eyes as he flipped off the air in front of him. Sam let himself laugh a bit at that. He wondered how bright the light they were seeing was.

“Did you guys both whack your heads together this morning? It’s called the Sun,” Sam excused easily, telling the partial truth once more. For him it was the Sun- he has no clue what they’re seeing.

—

“The light is still there,” Cas said, probably only 10 minutes later, Sam gave a half-sigh half-laugh. Dean had been rummaging around the glove box and centre console the whole time. 

“Where are my sunnies?” he asked, finally stopping his rummaging to look up at Sam, he only opened the overhead compartment for him.

“Guys, relax, it’s the morning, the sun is obviously gonna be there,” Sam assured, glancing at Cas in the rearview mirror. His eyes were drooping. 

—

“Sam?” Cas asked, once more breaking the silence. He’d been trying to play candy crush and couldn’t even finish the level he was on from last night. 

“Yeah Cas?” he responded, looking at the angel in the back looking roughly 10 seconds away from sleep. The plan was almost complete.

“Dean’s asleep.” he commented, causing Sam to glance down at his brother, who’d fallen asleep mere minutes after he put his sunnies on. Sam made sure he still had the plastic spoon in his pocket quickly before responding to Cas.

“I know,” was all he replied with, waiting for Cas to continue. 

“Why do I want to sleep?” the angel mumbled, his eyes drooping even further as he laid his head on the seat. He wants to sleep because of a spell Sam asked Crowley to cast on them so they would be unconscious when Sam very obviously drove past Louisiana and to Singer Salvage Yard.

“I dunno Cas, maybe you should though, it’s a long drive,”

“Okay.”

Should I write more perhaps?

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Bruce Wayne purchases tumblr. Discuss

He bans everyone and tells us all to go outside

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Portgas D. Ace: Why doesn't anyone ever believe me when I talk about the giant tigers and gators that I'd hunt on my home island back in the Weakest Sea East Blue?

Meanwhile, Monkey D. Garp: Hmm... Looks like the boys are running low on crocodiles... I'll have to drop off some more the next time I visit.

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Jesper: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Kaz and Inej’s conversation?

Matthias: I’m in the laundry basket.

Nina: I’m in the washing machine.

Wylan: I’m in the closet.

Nina: We accept you Wylan <3

Wylan: No, I’m literally in the closet.

Jesper: Love is love <3

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Raven- im cold

Murphy- *sets something on fire*

Raven- aw thanks

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Recently I've been feeling a lot of Kutner love

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Hobie: *pulls out a switchblade*

Hobie: "Alright, gang, let's do this!"

Miles: "Woah, since when do you carry a switchblade?!?"

Hobie: "It's a long story, Miles."

[earlier that week]

Hobie: *sees a switchblade in a store window*

Hobie: "Neat."

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Murphy- this is not very "whatever the hell we want" of you, Bell

Bellamy- i will knock your ass out

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Derek: I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.

Derek: I do, however, have a Stiles, and he is 87 of them on a good day.

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Stiles and Jackson: *arguing at a pack meeting*

Boyd: Aren't you gonna break it up?

Derek: No, I want to see Stiles make Jackson cry.

Isaac: Erica's making popcorn.

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James: *kinda sorta panicking* Have you seen my hoodie? The dark red one with the black starts and the zipper?

Sirius: Nah I haven’t seen it, sorry mate.

Remus: Me neither.

James: It’s my favorite one.

Regulus: *walks in* What are you looking for?

James: My fa- *notices Regulus with his hoodie on*

James *short circuiting* : Nothing- nothing at all. N-nice hoodie.

Regulus *smirking*: I know.

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Bellamy: *gawking at Clarke*

Lexa: you disgust me. stop that

Bellamy: you first!

Lexa: ..... no.

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bellamy : slay your demons, kid :)

charlotte : *slays her demon*

bellamy : No not like that —

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Bellamy- I swear i'll fight the next person that talks shit about Murphy, im not fucking playing

Murphy- Bell, don't bother, im worthless. The only thing im good at is not dying

Bellamy- oKAY MOTHERFUCKER ON GUARD—

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spot the difference

YOU CAN’T

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This is so???? They are so???