#the losers fan fic

[kkbardd]

Reverse Nerd!AU in which Asuka is a fictional character and Rei is a diehard weeb who makes her their entire personality

[alabasterpickles]

Have a little doodle I did about two weeks ago 🫣

I struggle posting thing individually, but I am working on fixing it

[astermath]

 “So? Whatever.” pt.3

pairing: dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader

summary: you and dave grow closer and you both share stories and secrets. one faithful night, when he’s got nowhere else to go, he reveals his biggest one.

word count: 1.7K

warnings: mentions of blood and injuries

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notes: this is probably the final one in this series, but I’ll definitely be writing some blurbs and whatnot using the popular!reader. any requests or things you want to see between these two, or just dave, are welcome in my asks!! thank you for the sweet comments and reblogs, they mean the world to me, hope you enjoy!! <3

Meeting Dave at your house had now become a weekly occurrence.

Every Saturday he’d stop by for a “tutoring session”, backpack filled with new comics and sometimes collectibles, usually bought with the money you gave him for his time. You’d started enjoying your time together so much that you started bailing on party plans or shopping trips, raising some suspicions from your friends as to what you were up to. You simply said you were focusing more on school to finish the year off properly. Which would be a decent excuse if your grades were actually improving, which they weren’t exactly. 

Your Saturdays were usually spent on the carpeted floor of your room, pages spread as excited voices filled the space, talking about your favorite arcs and discussing who the best supervillain really was. 

You had easily become one of Dave’s favorite people to spend time with outside of his vigilante duties, and the feeling was mutual. A crush had started brewing between you two, but neither of you wanted to admit to it. Not just because your worlds outside the safe space of your bedroom were so vastly different, but because you didn’t want to ruin this perfectly good thing you had going on with each other. Even if it meant suppressing the urge to ask him to stay the night, or him pushing away thoughts of kissing you before he’d leave, it was for the best.

Dave had grown so fond of you, you’d shared so much about yourself. You’d opened up about your insecurities, about how competitive cheerleading had affected your mental health, how you hated how your father was away so much for work, how you felt trapped by your reputation... All these things you could never talk about before, they were safe with him.

That’s why Dave felt so ridden with guilt any time you would share things like that with him. Because he was essentially just... Lying to you. You had no idea he was Kickass, at least that’s what he hoped, and the thought of you resenting him for it was eating away at him. If you knew what he was doing when you weren’t there, if you found out about this entire other persona, there was no way you’d still want to spend time with him. At best, you’d turn him in to the police, and he’d never see you again.

But something inside his head, something really stupid and naïve was telling him you’d accept him.

That really stupid part was also in love with you.

Dave’s text messages had been less frequent lately, further adding to your worries about what he’d been up to. He’d cancelled multiple times in the past few weeks, something he’d never done before, and when you asked what he was doing he got so nervous. He’d usually just give some strange excuse or said his dad needed him to be home with all the crime that’s been going on. But that wouldn’t explain the bruises you’d notice on his arms when he took his jacket off, which he’d quickly try to cover by pulling down his sleeves. You’d asked your brother if him or any of his friends had been messing with him, threatening to light his jerseys on fire if he lied about it.

“The fuck would I know about what your boyfriend’s been up to?” He spat, upset that you were bothering him with this at all.

“He’s not my boyfriend, shithead!” You yelled, throwing a pillow at his head.

But damn, did you wish he was.

You sat in your room, flipping through the pages of the collector’s edition Spider-man comic Dave had gifted you months ago. Your fingers traced across the lines of the damaged paper, wondering if he really bought it like this or some asshole at school did this to it. For someone so secretly strong he sure let a lot of people fuck with him.

You thought back at all your years in high school where you deliberately ignored him or even allowed your friends to make fun of him. You wished you could turn back time and give him a chance earlier on, maybe be able to spend more time with him now that he seemed too busy for you now. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock against your window. You didn’t respond at first, thinking you imagined it, but when the sound returned a bit louder you got up. You squinted, finding it a bit hard to see who or what was outside your window when it was so dark outside. You approached and realized it was Dave, looking a bit panicked. You didn’t even think much about it, sliding your window up so you could talk to him. “Dave! Where the fuck have you--” 

“Can I please come in?” He interrupted, his breath ragged, looking like a mess. It was only now you noticed the bruises and the cut across his cheek. You nodded, moving aside so he could come in. He struggled, limping a little, and you turned back around to close the window, hearing him take off his jacket and drop his bag.

“What the hell were you even--” Your own sentence was cut short when you were met with a sight you had not expected. Your eyes widened and your expression changed into one of shock and worry.

There he was, full Kickass attire, no mask. 

And everything clicked.

The random bruises, the comic book obsession, his secret strength, his sudden disappearances...

A heavy silence filled the room, the only sounds present his rough breathing as he put a hand against your bedpost to keep standing. 

“Is... Is this why you’ve been so busy?” Your voice sounded hurt, betrayed even. “You’ve been fighting people?”

Dave struggled to get any words out. He’d hoped he’d never have to do this, but he had nowhere else to go, and you deserved to know the truth. He looked to the side in shame, sighing. “I’ve... Been meaning to tell you. For a while now, I promise, I just... It all escalated so much, I never meant for it to become such a big lie.”

You looked at each other, and Dave’s heart literally ached at the sight of your teary eyes. Or maybe it was the cracked rib that was doing that, who knows honestly.

“Sit down.” You said, pointing at your bed.

“W-What? I don’t--”

“Sit. Down.” Your voice demanded, eyes meeting his with a look he’d never experienced from anyone before, not even when he was getting his life threatened by criminals.

He gently sat down on your bed, groaning slightly at the movement straining his injuries. You silently walked to your bathroom and took out the first aid kit from below the sink. You sat down next to him on the bed as Dave kept his head down in shame. He was certain he’d cry if he saw the expression on your face right now. 

“Take it off. The top part.”

He didn’t say anything, reaching behind him and unzipping the back, peeling the layer of clothing off his body and revealing a wide array of injuries. Normally you’d be excited to see him shirtless, his toned body surprising you, but right now all you felt was hurt. You put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad and gently patted the cut on his shoulder. Despite your anger, your grip on his arm was soft. 

He winced slightly at the burning feeling, looking at you and seeing a few tears roll down your cheeks. “Hey, I’m... I’m really sorry.” He spoke softly as you prepared a bandage. He said your name so gently, so sweetly, that you almost wanted to kiss him, if you weren’t so upset. “Everything got so real, and I met other vigilantes, other people like me... It started taking up so much time, I felt bad, and I couldn’t just abandon it, so...”

“So you abandoned me instead?” You finally looked up to face him. You were still holding his arm, and even like this, crying and upset, he thought you looked so beautiful.

“I...” He felt his own eyes start watering. “I would never abandon you...” His hand reached out to rest over your back. “No matter what, I swear, I would never give up what we have...” He gently pulled you in, hugging you so softly, a bit hesitant.

You leaned in closer, head against his bare chest as you started calming down. He didn’t hate you, he didn’t leave, he was there, right there. You closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat as he reached down to rest his face against the top of your head, the gentle scent of your shampoo calming him as well. You stayed just like that for a few minutes, holding each other. Nothing else in the world mattered, everything you wanted was right there in the room with you.

You gently pulled back, and Dave was certain he’d be met with either a slap or a finger pointing to the window to get out.

Both of those guesses were wrong.

You leaned in, lips meeting his in the softest, gentlest most loving kiss either of you had ever experienced. No lust, no intentions other than to just feel closer to him. Your mouth opened slightly and Dave leaned in more, a hand reaching out to rest on your cheek as yours sneaked into his brown curls. A warmth had spread through your body, mind running blank, until you gently pulled away.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” You whispered against his lips.

“Yeah...” He whispered back. “Me too...” The both of you leaned back in, passion growing as your breathing became heavier and the kiss became more intense. His arms snaked around your waist and you moved onto his lap, straddling him. He didn’t care if it hurt, all he wanted was to be even closer to you, to never let you go. 

You pulled away and looked into his eyes, before a soft smile appeared on your face. “You know I’d never hate you, Dave...” You reach out to gently touch his cheek, and he melts into your hand, tilting his head slightly to lean into it.

“I really thought you would...” He smiled. That adorable, nerdy, slightly nervous smile that you’d grown to love.

“Of course not...” You grin. “In fact...” You leaned in closer to his ear. “I always thought Kickass was kinda hot...”

Heat rises to his face, and his grip on your waist strengthens just a bit at your lustful tone. 

He gained another ally that night. His most valuable one, for sure.

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[inpursuitofnunchi]

Lovely runner makers saw the audience appreciating the loser behaviour and said, "Here, have two." 😩😩😩😩😩

[brionysea]

tagged by @zannolin in a get to know me game!

last song: eat your young by hozier

favourite colour: rainbows (this means nothing) (<- lying)

last book: technically I'm reading 3 different books at all times but percy jackson & the sea of monsters is the most recent

last movie: elf

last show: arcane s1 as well

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet? my first thought was tangy like sour sweets (candy, for the confused americans) (sour patch kids to be precise) for some reason

relationship status: no thank you :)

last thing i googled: an up and coming video game studio's website called republicgames. it's founded by the co-writer on detroit: become human who WASN'T david cage and all the people who actually made that game good are jumping ship which is very funny to me

current obsession: the small arcane s2 fix-it fic I'm writing where jinx actually acts jinxy. I love her so much she's like 'wow sevika this whole revolution thing of yours is so lame they never do anything. I was doing more when I was seven. believe in yourself losers <3' and everyone's like 'wow... the scary girl says to believe in ourselves... we should set something on fire' her power is unmatched. on second thought my answer might just be 'jinx' but this is more fun

looking forward to: ummmmm ? ???? ?? continuing my arcane s1 rewatch I guess? OH and finishing my s1 jinx photoset, it's like 99% done and I'm just messing around with the text positioning at this point but ugh it's so good. I love it. I love jinx and being creative about jinx it's what she deserves

tagging: @evergreen-lyricist @blueskiesandstarrynights @crashed-wing @agrebel18

[bayetea]

weird things I drew while intoxicated pt. 1

♡ my daily pjo art tag ♡

[necrotic-nephilim]

this is an invitation to ramble about slade/batboy ships: sladick, sladejay, sladetim, sladedami, and other batfam member/villain ships, especially jayroman and ra'stim :)

AAAAAA this is so delightful oh my god thank you. adding a read more just because this one is going to get Long to cover all the ships and all my opinions. because my god do i love Slade.

firstly, the original Robin/villain ship, SlaDick. Slade Wilson, literally created to be a Teen Titans villains, with the original Robin he cannot be normal about ever. i'm so sad there's not much interest in Slade aside from making him a generic Evil Guy who canonically likes teenagers because i think to just boil down his complex with Dick to 'weird attraction' robs them of SUCH nuance. Slade *trusts* Dick, he trusts Dick enough to ask Dick to train his own daughter Rose. and initially Slade's complex over Dick isn't sexual, it's seeing Dick as a replacement for his dead son, Grant. that's messy as hell and i love them for it. i don't think there's a single villain that has the respect for Dick that Slade has. i'm always of the opinion Dick's attraction to Slade is rooted in daddy issues and Slade's attraction to Dick is rooted in dead son issues. do i think they could end up as an old married couple? yes but only in a world where Dick is completely broken and feels alone. my favorite SlaDick flavor is post-Jason's death. Dick and Bruce are arguably at their worst during that era to begin with so Dick is pretty isolated and emotionally unstable. and Slade would take such advantage of that, swooping in to offer Dick emotional stability and fucked up sex to get out pent up emotions. (i'm big a big fan of Dick fucking out his feelings tbh) and Slade is just. this sort of bad habit Dick will kick for a year or two then come crawling back to. you can directly track how well Bruce and Dick are getting along based on how many times Dick has slept with Slade recently. and that's the prize, for Slade. knowing Dick will come back to him, eventually. it's all about patience. and if something really extreme happened to Dick (like Bruce's fake death) i think they'd even date briefly. it's not entirely impossible for Dick to date someone he disagrees with morally (see: his flings with Helena) and i think Dick would keep trying to 'save' Slade, using the upper hand he has of filling in this role of Slade's dead son to try to domesticate him. would it work? who knows but if anyone is going to try over and over, it's going to be Dick. it's practically self-harm for Dick yet the only thing keeping him sane. i love them.

SladeJay is... an interesting one for me. because i like the *potential*. but they have no significant interactions pre-Flashpoint. and while usually i can forgive New-52 and Rebirth for their grievances if it has ship fodder i just... can't do that for Jason. Judd Winick's Jason is the only Jason that exists to me so even Slade and Jason's canon interactions matter little to me because it's not the version of Jason i care for. the upside of that though, is it's more of a sandbox to explore what they could be and there are no limitations. i can just run wild. which is fun bc. you're telling me Slade wouldn't be so drawn in by the idea of a dead Robin who's come back and is now the antithesis of Bruce's morality? i think at some point Slade would want to poke the bear, really see what Red Hood is made of. do i see them working long-term? no but i do think Jason would have zero qualms working with Slade if he got something out of it. and if he could fuck with Bruce or Dick by having a short, fucked up relationship with Slade? that's even better. i don't think Slade could ever truly respect Jason, at the end of the day the Dick Grayson standard is too high and Slade would sneer at the idea of a legacy who fucked it up so bad he got blown up. but, he'd see that as Bruce's failure more than Jason's. and for Jason to have someone look him in the eye and say that Bruce *failed* him? i think that'd just *do* something to Jason. and Slade has lost a son, he knows what that loss feels like, how you feel you failed as a father. would he have interest in being fatherly to Jason? no but i think he'd have fun momentarily manipulating Jason and seeing what reactions he gets out of what jeers. Jason's been calling himself a failure this whole time, so to have someone else say it is no real big deal, but to have someone else say it's Bruce's fault and voice Jason's feelings? they'd have the most fucked up sex with the most unhealthy dirty talk that's both gentle and degrading. i don't think Jason would ever let himself get too close, he's far too emotionally guarded. but for a second, i think he'd fantasize about having even *half* the amount of attention that Slade gives Dick. bc what has Jason always been, but in Dick's shadow.

SladeTim. my two blorbos. in one place. somewhere in my drafts i have a half-started longfic about SladeTim that's one half really fucked up porn and one half slowburn feelings. arguably Tim and Slade don't have many canon interactions, but it's fun to me that when they do, Slade always seems sort of startled by how well Tim fights back and Tim's willingness to fight dirty in a way even Dick doesn't. and to me, that's the crux of this ship. as far as Robins go, Tim should sort of slip under the radar for Slade. he's not the dead one turned villain, he's not the grandson of Ra's al Ghul, hell he's not even the child of a second-rate villain like Steph, he's not *the* Dick Grayson, he's just... the other one. grew up pretty rich and normal and fell for all of Bruce's wax poetic nonsense. so when Tim puts himself on the map as a hero, makes himself a worthy opponent against Slade that's interesting. even to Tim, Slade isn't a particularly remarkable villain since Slade cares to stay more on Dick's radar. so when they cross paths there's a lot of unexpected. neither of them have thought about the other too hard. so there's this interest and intrigue about it i love. i'm a big fan of the idea Tim is a massive masochist, both physically and emotionally and Slade is The Sadist Ever so. i like them falling into bed together and having the most fucked up sex. like Tim just being a Weird Little Freak so fucked up even Slade raises an eyebrow. because this isn't what you *expect* of a kid like Tim, who's had a pretty easy life before tangling with vigilantes. he should be like a fish out of water, but instead he's matching Slade's energy in ways even Dick doesn't. and of course, how smart he is, that's an asset. it takes a special kind of kid to have the audacity to poison Lady Shiva with hotel chocolates and pull it *off* no less. it earns a begrudging respect, and it's rare to get Slade to respect someone. i really like the idea of Tim seeking Slade out only for fucked up sex and somehow Slade falls for this weird little freak who's cold and clinical outside of sex and keeps him guessing.

i'll be honest i've only considered SladeDami in the context of seeing antis say 'omg Slade has been predatory toward Damian ewww' and going 'no the fuck he hasn't but if you want that so bad i'll ship it just to spite you all' but their canon interactions do fascinate me. a lot of how they interact is predicated on Slade as a father, even more so than SlaDick. like Slade will fight Damian and then be like 'hey be good to your old man fathers need their sons' and fucking dip. and then with the whole Respawn thing and Shadow War? that was extra crunchy. for a brief moment Slade had a son who was a brother to Damian and then he goes and *dies*? talk about the complex that would give him with Damian, the spitting image of Respawn. Make Slade Weird About Batkids That Remind Him of His Son 2024. Damian holds an utter contempt for Slade that is simply unmatched. so Slade not leaving that kid alone because of his weird issues, making sure that Bruce doesn't screw up with Damian the way he screwed up with Respawn is very fun. and Damian slowly building up a tolerance to Slade's annoying antics could be fun. Damian is, at his core, still just a kid who needs the approval of something father-shaped and he will Take What He Can Get. are they ever healthy or long lasting? no but i do think Damian would cling to Slade during his teen years for something incredibly fucked up and codependent until either Slade dumped him or he forced himself to get over it.

JayRoman. i will not lie love these two but i don't think i've read many Black Mask comics when he's not interacting with Jason. which is funny because my entire conception of Roman is him just getting humiliated by Jason and really what more is there to know about the man. Jason is so unserious in how he handles Roman and the best part is you can tell it's truly because he doesn't see Roman as a threat. Roman's just a pawn in the game of getting Bruce's attention and sure, Jason is aiming to kill Roman by the end of it, but he'll always have bigger fish to fry. and that's so *infuriating* for Roman. this new guy who's *clearly* a fucking teenager shows up, owns you so badly it shatters your empire, and then you only live bc he seems to have gotten bored of you. JayRoman is my particular favorite ship for the flavor of 'the sub in bed is in control of every other aspect of their relationship and their submission is a gift that can be revoked at any time' which we don't get enough. fucked up power dynamics always have the sub being the one lacking control. and whilst i enjoy when Roman is able to absolutely control and manipulate Jason through various means, i think in canon, it makes far more sense he's pathetic and begging Jason for even a *chance*. and Jason very specifically picking who he subs for based on someone who he could kill or destroy at the drop of the hat if he needed to is a very Jason thing to do. there will never be trust between these two. they will fuck nasty and Roman will be in love with Jason. but they are both carrying a gun during sex. the gun is probably involved during the sex.

Ra'sTim. my everything. Red Robin (2009) you will always be famous to me. what *don't* they have. forced proximity. enemies to lovers. forced partnership. one-sided obsession. ridiculously large age gap. deep unforgivable betrayal. i will never evacuate these two from my brain dear god. Ra's is another one of those villains who gets painted with one broad stroke of being cartoonishly evil with no exploration of his interesting nuance. making him nothing but a villain is boring. where is the Ra's who loves so deeply and fully and has to lose his loved ones over and over and will not let that happen to Tim. he wants to consume Tim in a 'cannibalism as a metaphor for love but also probably literal cannibalism' way. the amount of trust put in Ra's in order for Tim to be able to betray him as spectacularly as he did? that's glorious. Tim had full unfiltered access to Ra's' computers even when he was advised against trusting Tim so much. and then Tim wins against Ra's and willingly lets Ra's kill him. (obviously Dick saves him, but I'm of the opinion Tim was just committed to dying in that moment and he was Okay With That) 'i will betray you if it's the last thing i do' as an act of love. Tim is to Ra's what Dick is to Slade. you will never convince me Tim and Ra's didn't hatefuck at least once during RR (2009) with a questionable level of consent. i'm so serious i will never shut up about them. the way Tim talks about working with Ra's as if he's making a deal with the devil and Ra's talks about Tim like he's the precious, once in a life time thing, one of the only people worthy to produce an heir for Ra's. how's that not gay. what other ship involved one of them literally trying to have the other's baby to raise as an heir. Ra's would probably carry the baby himself if he could. memes aside they're just so. they're so it. i love when Tim is forced into a Situation where he has to work with Ra's and confronts the darker aspects of himself that Ra's wants to bring out but Tim wants to squash. it is The corruption kink. whether Ra's succeeds or not in corrupting Tim doesn't even matter because the real crux of this ship is the chase. it's the way the heart pounds when they reach out for each other and you don't know if it's for a kiss or a killing blow. it's very Hannigram to me, in that i don't even need or want them to kiss to know they're in love. love to them is not true love's kiss, it's the thoughtful place they decide to stab the other in. be the sheath to my dagger type ship. hold all this bloody violence i know you're capable of inside of you. let me cut the violence out of you ship. what more can you ask for from a ship. Ra's would tie Tim down and torture him both as foreplay and as a love language and Tim would be too fucked up and self-sacrificial to stop him. always playing the dangerous game of how far will the other let them go until someone tries to die or kill. listen i think i lost the plot here but my point is they're unwell about each other. Tim will make Ra's regret the day he met Tim Drake not just for the betrayal but because Ra's can never go back to a time Before Tim. before knowing what the chase felt like. they're so. them.

[ferretonfire]

REDDIE SHIPPERS IF UR STILL OUT THERE I HAVE RECS FOR U!!!

i present to u: my favorite reddie fics that i've accumulated over the years

hey there demons (its me, ya boy) - dharmainitiative its a buzzfeed unsolved au and its so silly

any fic by dumpsterbeagle but specifically "im talking head first heavy baby, cellar dive" bcs its sooooo good it makes me twirl my hair and kick my legs

hello, stranger - trashmouthrobin as it was the first reddie fic i ever read and it holds a special place in my heart <3

richie tozier versus the flu - loserchildhotpants bcs sick fics r cute

we don't talk about it (we don't have the time) - theletter_a its quite possibly my all time favorite reddie fic (enemies to lovers waterpolo au??? so random but SO GOOD)

i was born a believer, i believe in the way you call me - stormysirens my other fav reddie fic its just so cute and so well written

literally ANY FIC by Car on ao3 every ove ive read so far slaps 🙏😭 two i read recently were Pants On Fire and Cooking Up Trouble but there are so many more

these r all the SFW ones but if u guys want NSFW recs i can do those too :P

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[dear-trash-diary]

You find an old dusty book at a second hand shop.

After realizing it’s someone’s diary, you decide to buy it, only $2, you hope for some juicy old gossip.

[spooky-something]

You dudes think you guys are cringe???? You dudes think your Frankenstein hyperfixation/Special interest is bad??? Embarrassing???? Cringy???? You feel like a loser for it???

WELL DON'T, BECAUSE WE GOT A FUCKING PHYSICAL COPY OF A FRANKENSTEIN FANFIC FOR CHRISTMAS....

I WISH THIS WAS A FUCKING JOKE, BECAUSE THIS GOES CRAZY... /Srs

[lithromantic-culture-is]

lithromantic culture is intrigued by the portrayal of two people in fictional works as they go from being unrelated to being friends, and from being friends to being lovers, but has little interest in the story of what happens after they become lovers.

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[jenn0wow]

Rook x Lucanis fic

Lucanis notices Rook (Asay) is touching him more until one drunk night in the Lighthouse leads them to Lucanis’ most intimate moment he’s had in his life.

Literally Lucanis and Rook get drunk with everyone and then they spoon in Rook’s bed and then Rook and Harding kiki about it afterwards!! Merry Christmas!!

Things to note before reading: my rook is a Qunari who is pretty tall, he and Harding are super close like siblings, I made the kitchen an actual room like a big kitchen, and I haven’t finished the game but I think this takes place after Weishaupt and after defeating the two blighted dragons.

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It started with Lucanis’s shoulder and a gentle yet strong squeeze. It happened in Rivan after taking down Antaam. A large grey hand patted his shoulder and then squeezed it like it was supposed to mean something. But, Lucanis couldn’t tell what.

Then it was his hair. It had been windy in Arlathan and it had caused Lucanis’s hair to get in his face. As he fussed with it, warm hands pulled it behind his ears, gathering it together to make a tight ponytail. Fingers grazing at the nape of his neck as it gathered loose strands. “I always have extra hair ties for this reason.”

Then it was his thigh. This time it was not a hand, but it was another thigh always pressed against his if they were seated next to each other. Even if Lucanis moved his leg, the other leg somehow found its way to always touch as if they were magnetically attached. It wasn't as forward as the hand, but it felt all the same to Lucanis. It was like he always needed to be touched, lingering closer and closer. Sometimes the thigh was accompanied by an arm behind him on the back of the chair, hanging behind him like a reminder.

This time the arm was drunk and maybe Lucanis was too. Lucanis felt fingers running through his hair lazily, twirling strands absentmindedly. Lucanis wasn’t sure if Asay was aware of what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to stop him.

“So you’re telling me you’ve killed three ogres all by yourself?” Asay was sliding off the couch a bit. “You’re kidding me!”

“Got the scars to prove it.” Davrin rolled his sleeve up and flexed his arm.

“Wow,” Neve said, “Subtle way of showing off the biceps, Mr. Hero.”

Davrin gave a cheeky smile. “Guilty as charged.” He took a swig of his drink. “Tevinter really does have the good stuff.”

Asay took another drink, trying to keep up with Davrin. Everyone, except for Emmerich who said he had work to do in the lab, had piled into the main room of the Lighthouse. Neve snagged a few bottles of liquor from Minrathous, and after the terrible day everyone was having, drinks were in order.

“Rook is positively plastered.” Neve laughed, pointing at his beet red face.

“I’m not really.” Rook fixed his posture in response, and his arm slid down onto the assassin’s shoulder as a consequence. He didn’t move it and Lucanis stiffened his back.

“He's a real lightweight.” Harding giggled. “I remember making him take his first shot two years ago and he fell asleep ten minutes later.”

“I didn’t fall asleep, my eyes were tired,” Asay laughed. “And trust me, I’m not falling asleep right now. Seeing Solas would really kill me right now…”

“Don’t let Lucanis fall asleep either,” Neve commented after taking a sip of her drink. “He’s way too quiet over there and I don’t think we can wrangle Spite like this.”

“Ah, I’m not—“ Lucanis tried to defend himself, but his words caught in his mouth as Asay’s arm dropped behind his back, down to his waist, and pulled Lucanis in close to him.

“Don’t worry, Spite is taking him nowhere.” Asay squeezed him, keeping a tight grip on him.

“I am not falling asleep,” Lucanis managed out. “You do not need to hold onto me.”

“Ah, Rook is also cuddler when he’s drunk,” Harding laughed. “Sorry, Lucanis!”

“I am not,” Rook’s head lazily placed itself on top of Lucanis’. “I’m keeping his body captive so it doesn’t run off from us.”

“I did not think this night would end with me being a prisoner again,” lucanis joked, trying to look like he wasn’t slightly enjoying himself.

Conversation started again amongst the group, but Rook did not budge. As his body relaxed into the larger man’s, Lucanis couldn’t help, but lean into the fantasy that this was normal for them. That they do this all the time. It almost felt natural.

“Lucanis,” Asay whined out, “I’m hungry...”

“Do you want me to make you something?” He replied back. “That would require you to let go.”

Asay groaned. “But you’re so warm…”

“Ugh, I’m so nauseous I can’t even think of eating right now,” Bellara said, “This is why I smoke elfroot instead of drink. Oh! I should grab some the next time I go to arlathan. That would be fun.”

Asay perked up. “Yes! Talk to Elios, he knows where to find good strains.”

Taash looked at both Bellara and Asay with shock. “I didn’t peg you two as smokers.”

“Only recreationally.” Bellara responded. “ Sometimes I just wanna shut my brain up for a little while.”

“There was one year I smoked like everyday,” Asay said, “I thought it would help me not have my episodes, but then if I didn’t smoke I got more anxious that it was the only thing keeping me from blowing up. It was bad, but now I’m good.”

“Elios…” Lucanis said after realizing what Asay had said earlier, “Is that the elf you dated?”

“You dated Elios?” Bellara’s eyes lit up. “The southern point expedition leader?”

“He only got that job because of me.” Asay scoffed. “And you date Irelin which is so crazy!”

Bellara laughed, “I can’t believe we never met before now. We were so close yet so far.” She reached her arm towards him.

Asay reached back, leaning over Lucanis and accidentally pressing his chest into the smaller man’s face.

“So far yet so close…” Asay said, unable to reach Bellara’s hand. He pulled away and then propped himself up on the couch, letting go of Lucanis for a moment. The assassin used this as a perfect time to escape.

“I’m going to grab us some snacks,” he said as he made his way to the kitchen.

Asay caught him by his arm. “Where are you going?”

“I just said the kitchen.” Lucanis replied. Asay looked at him with big glassy eyes. Puppy eyes. “I—I’ll come back.”

“I’ll come with you.” Asay said, heaving himself up from the couch.

“You don’t have to,” Lucanis said.

“Aren’t you still my prisoner?” Asay looked down at him.

Lucanis’ heart skipped a beat as the Qunari looked down a him. “…uh, um, lead the way...”

Asay grabbed his hand and pulled him out towards the dining hall.

“Bring me back some cheese or something, Dellamorte.” Neve yelled as they went out the door. “They aren’t coming back, are they?”

Harding laughed nervously. “They probably aren’t…”

Asay sat on the counter when he got into the kitchen, he laid back, let his head slightly hang off the edge so his horns wouldn’t get in the way. He stretched his back and moaned loudly. “This feels so good,” he had his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his face.

“You’re making my kitchen all dirty.” Lucanis said as he looked through the cupboards. He grabbed a block of chocolate, one he was going to use for baking, and then pulled a knife out to cut it.

Asay rolled on his side and propped his head up with his arm. “What are you going to do about it?”

Lucanis sauntered up to him, playing with the knife in his hand. He used it under Asay’s chin and lifted his chin up for their eyes to meet. The cold blade of the knife with Lucanis’ sharp eyes was enough to send a shiver through Asay’s body.

“Open up,” Lucanis said.

Asay obeyed and opened his mouth for him. His k-9s were sharper than Lucanis had realized. The assassin dropped a block of chocolate onto Asay’s tongue.

Asay kept his mouth open for a moment, making sure Lucanis saw his tongue toy with the chocolate. He then closed his mouth and cocked a brow. “Mint chocolate.”

“Do you like it?” Lucanis asked, cutting another cube. “I was planning on baking something with it eventually.”

He let it melt on his tongue until it dissolved. “More,” he opened his mouth. “I get very hungry when I’m drunk.”

Lucanis breathed out a laugh. “You get a lot of things while you’re drunk.” He placed another piece of chocolate into his mouth.

Asay laughed as he chewed. “You don’t seem drunk at all. Did you even drink anything?”

“I did, but I was trained to sort of ignore any of the effects of alcohol.” Lucanis said, putting the chocolate away and looking for something new to feed him.

“No, you do. I can tell you’re drunk.” Asay said, “You’re warm. Usually you’re cold.”

Lucanis pulled a box of biscuits from the cupboard and bit his lip to keep away any sort of dorky smile that wanted to spread across his face. “Vanilla Lavender cookies? I forgot I bought them in the market a few weeks ago.” Asay was now laying back on his back, eyes closed. “Don’t fall asleep. I can’t have you falling asleep on the counter.”

“It’s so comfortable though,” Asay said, not opening his eyes. “You said there were cookies?”

“Eat one and then you’re getting up,” Lucanis said, handing him a cookie.

“Hm, two cookies?” Asay said, propping himself up to eat the cookie. “Two cookies for me is like one cookie for you.”

Lucanis rolled his eyes and handed him a second cookie. He then bit into his own. Asay stared at him as he ate.

“Is it bad to be so happy when the world is falling apart?” Asay bit into the second cookie.

“You can’t help your emotions.” Lucanis shrugged. “Just because you are happy doesn’t mean you don’t care about what’s happening.”

Asay smiled and fell on his back on the counter again. “You make me happy.” He muttered, but Lucanis still caught it. The mage then pulled himself back up instantly. “Sorry, no sleeping on the counter.”

Lucanis put the box of cookies away and walked over to Asay. “You make me happy too…” Lucanis said, “I consider you…a good friend…”

“Hm,” Asay slid off the counter. “Friend…Friends don’t feed other friends food from their hands.”

Lucanis’ face went bright red. “No…they do not…” Was this going to be their moment? Was Asay going to confess his feelings? He felt his heart racing in his chest.

Asay’s heavy eyes studied Lucanis’ flustered face. “Hm,”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Asay sighed, his breath smelled of chocolate and lavender cookies. “Take me to my bed, I might fall off the edge and die or something.”

Asay was purposely toying with him and Lucanis felt defenseless to all the flirting, the touching, the compliments. Lucanis knew the man was drunk, but he was just doing what he was already doing sober, just on an exaggerated scale. The assassin didn’t know how to fight it, maybe because he didn’t want to. It would just be nice to know his intention outright instead of all the subtext and playful touching.

They walked back inside the lighthouse to find it eerily silent and empty. Everyone had gone to bed. Lucanis forgot the cheese. He had just remembered.

Rook flop onto his bed face first. He let out a muffled noise into his comforter that Lucanis couldn’t make out.

“The counter was weirdly more comfortable.” He said, turning onto his back.

“Well, you made it back to your room alive and well.” Lucanis said, “I will, uh, see you in the morning.”

“Wait, where are you going?” He called out.

“Asay…” Lucanis groaned out.

“What are you going to do after this?” He asked. “What if you fall asleep and there’s no one to stop Spite from taking you halfway across Thedas and then I never see you again?”

“I won’t fall asleep.” Lucanis said as he tried backing out of the room. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Hm,” Asay said, stretching his arms out on the mattress. “But you’re my prisoner, aren’t you?”

“I am not playing a game with you,” Lucanis rolled his eyes.

“What if I said this was a part of our contract?” Asay smirked. “You have to stay with me tonight.”

“Ah, yes, I’m sure Catarina would put that in a contract,” Lucanis sarcastically replied. “Asay, you’re being impossible.”

Yet, he still found himself walking towards Asay’s bed, pulled in by his charm.

“What if we just pretend we’re both super drunk and decide how we feel about it in the morning?” Asay looked up at him. “I’m not proposing anything more than me holding onto you. I’ll deal with Spite if you fall asleep. I think he likes me or something.”

Asay still had a rosy hue to his cheeks. Lucanis never felt this way looking down at someone. The only time he’s seen someone sprawled out before him was when his daggers were heavy and dripping in blood. Asay looked beautiful like this.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Asay asked. “You look like you’re going to cry.”

“I…you’ve been so kind to me.” Lucanis hung his head, batting away whatever tears were forming. “No one has ever asked to…hold me before.”

“People say I’m pretty good at it.” Asay scooted his body to the other side of the bed and then patted the mattress.

Lucanis stood there, a bit nervous. Should he accept? What did being held even mean? Would this make things weirder between Asay and Lucanis? He found himself fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve..

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Asay laughed. “I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I? Maybe I can just lock the door or hold your hand really tight instead?”

Lucanis didn’t respond and instead sat on the bed and took his shoes off. He slid back slowly towards the pillow, and laid down. It felt like the first time he’s ever laid in a bed before. His back was stiff, he didn’t know what to do with his legs nor his arms. He looked over at Asay, looking for guidance.

“Turn on your side,” Asay said in a hushed tone. “Away from me…”

The assassin did as he said and turned onto his side. A large grey hand grabbed onto his waist and pulled him in close. Asay’s body was warm, but it was a different warm than it was when they were sitting together on the couch. Asay’s large arm wrapped around his body, holding a light weight acrossed Lucanis. He felt small, vulnerable, unguarded. He was sensitive and so aware of every touch, jostle, grazing of their skin. His body shivered under the intimacy. It was all terrifying, but almost thrilling.

The mage adjusted until his head nestled into Lucanis’ shoulder. “Is this okay?” He whispered in his ear. “If you want me to move something or…”

“No, this is good.” Lucanis said. This was nice like one of those weighted blankets full of beans Catarina had laying around her villa, but warmer. There was something nice about feeling Rook’s chest rise up and down with each breath.

“Your heart is racing…” Asay’s breath was hot on his neck.

“Sorry, this is…very new to me.” Lucanis said, “Your’s is racing too.”

“Hm,” Asay brushed his nose against his ear. He wanted to kiss him, but it didn't feel like the right moment to.“I didn’t think you’d actually accept.”

“I—I didn’t think so either…” Lucanis said, looking down at Asay’s hand as his thumb stroked the edge of his belt. He took a breath and released it, trying to settle into Asay’s embrace.

“Do you want to talk or just keep it silent?” Asay asked.

“We can talk.”

Asay nuzzled into his raven hair, smelling him gently. “You smell like…espresso, blackberries, and…burnt wood like the stove.”

“Is that good?” Lucanis asked.

“Mm hm.”

“Your breath smells like chocolate and mint.” Lucanis said back.

“And who’s fault is that?”

He felt Asay shift again, moving his hips away and placing a bit of his leg to separate them a bit. His chest was still against Lucanis’ back.

“Sorry…” Asay whispered.

“For what?” Lucanis asked.

“Um, nothing…” Asay responded. “Your sweater is really soft.”

“I can make you one.”

“Of course you would,” Asay softly chuckled. “I’d love a sweater.”

Lucanis felt his eyes get heavy as he melted further into Asay. He didn’t want to bother Asay with Spite, but he couldn’t help the tired feeling in his eyes. The tiredness didn’t hinder the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was it fear? Was it guilt? Was it just nerves? It didn’t feel bad.

“Are you still okay?” Asay said, “if you need me to move…”

“No, this is perfect.” Asay could tell he was tired from how quiet his voice was.

“You can fall asleep if you want.”

“But, Spite…”

Asay shushed him and pulled his hand into his own. Lucanis felt tears fall from his eyes onto the pillow. What did he do to deserve Asay’s kindness?

The room was quiet and Asay could feel himself drifting asleep as he listened to the assassin’s slowed breaths. It was nice to see Lucanis so relaxed, but the moment quickly shifted. Asay could feel his body stiffen and his breathing change.

“Need to leave…need to get out…” Lucanis’ body wriggled under Asay’s heavy arm.

“Hi, Spite…”

“Rook…” Spite hissed out.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” the mage tightened his arm around him. “I promised Lucanis.”

“He promised me!” He said, trying to claw at Asay’s arm. “He promised me first.”

Asay wrapped his other arm around him, holding a tight pressure until Spite stopped wriggling. “Can you let him just sleep? Let me hold him…um, hold you.”

“Hold me?” Spite said, pausing for a moment to think. “Rook is very warm…”

“Mmhm,” Asay hummed into his neck. “Do you like it?”

“Yes…” the spirit grumbled. “Lucanis likes it a lot too.”

“I know…” Asay closed his eyes and settled into the nape of Lucanis’ neck.

“He thinks. A lot. About you.”

“Mhm,” Asay said, “I think about him a lot too.”

“We think. You are kind. Too kind.” There was something sweet about Spite. “He never. Let us. Talk.”

“If you like this, we can do this more often.” Asay hugged his chest. “Just you and me.”

“Spite and Rook…” Asay felt Lucanis’ body relax underneath him.

Asay felt a bit smug as he settled further into his bed. It was his first time charming a spirit and somehow he charmed him. Taming demons was easy. Just as easy as it was to tame an assassin…

The mage didn’t realize when he fell asleep. When he woke up, he realized he had a whole dream sequence involving Solas and Felassan arguing over food rations or something silly. Not the worst memory he’s had to witness. He stretched his arms out and groaned. As he stretched, he realized the weight of Lucanis’ body wasn’t next to him.

At first he didn’t panic, but then he remembered Spite. “Oh shit…” He rolled out of bed, trying not to assume the worst.

Asay walked out of his room and into the main room, Emmerich was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea.

“Rook, nice to see you finally awake,” Emmerich commented. “Sounded like you kids had fun last night.”

“Wait, what time is it?” Rook said, realizing how groggy he felt.

“There is no time in the fade, boy.” Emmerich laughed. “But according to your internal clock, probably around noon.”

Asay groaned. “Did you see Spite or, um, Lucanis around?”

“Hm, no, I haven’t.” The older mage said. “Why?”

“Um, uh, no reason.”

“You look panicked.” Emmerich leaned forward in his seat.

“No, nope, I’m good.” Rook hurried out the door. Maybe the caretaker knows something.

“I cannot track the eluvian usage,” the caretaker breathed out. “Do you need any enchantment?”

“No, I’m fine with the enchantment.” Rook put his hands on his hips in frustration.

“Looking for a certain demon of vyrantium?” Neve walked up behind Rook. “He went to Treviso for some business. Told me to tell you. Oh, and there’s breakfast in the ice box.”

Asay sighed, relieved to know where he was, but a bit disappointed he wouldn’t see him until later. “I worried about Spite and um…”

“He seemed fine this morning, no glowing eyes and weird hissing.” Neve said and then a small smile grew on her face. “He actually seemed…happy? Maybe we should get drunk more often…”

She patted his arm, winked at him, and walked towards the lighthouse.

The hangover was catching up with Asay as he processed everything. He grabbed his head as it started to slowly pound. He made his way towards Harding’s room.

“Rook, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” She had made herself tea earlier for her own hangover and handed him a cup.

Asay warmed the tea with his hands, and sat down on some blankets. A headache was settling in his head and the brightness that seeped through Harding’s windows wasn’t helping.

“Would you take at face value that I’m just being very kind and very nice to a man who has had a very bad year?” Asay gave a toothy smile, trying to feign innocence.

Harding was pacing in front of him. This is what she did when she was frustrated.

“Uh huh, uh huh, totally,” she sarcastically said. “If you weren’t totally all over him all night and flirting like crazy! Everyone saw it!”

“I—I was very drunk.” Asay shrugged and took a sip of the tea. “This is really good tea. What’s in it again?”

“Neve and Bellara snuck into the dining hall last night just to check on you, you know.” Harding said. She stood over Rook with her hands on her hips. “I heard you were lying sprawled out on the counter and he was feeding you…chocolates!”

“No! I—wait,” He was remembering. “Okay, well the counter just felt nice on my back. The feeding thing was his idea. I was too drunk to stop him.”

“Asay!” Harding exclaimed in frustration.

“Harding!!” Asay yelled back, “What do you want me to say? Sorry?”

“I’m not trying to shame your choices, Rook,” Harding sighed. “But, Lucanis? He’s like a paid and trained killer and has a demon inside of him and is like thirty five!”

“Okay, but—“ Asay tried to search his brain for a rebuttal. “But, he’s very sweet…” And very handsome…but he knew Harding wasn’t going to sympathize with that. Also Lucanis wasn’t that old. He was only six years older than Asay. Asay could work with that.

“Asay!!” Harding groaned. “We need our heads in the game. We have two gods to take down and eventually a third one. And you’re messing around with a possessed Antivan Crow.”

“I’m not messing around with anyone,” he said. “We’re friends, we were drunk, we got a little flirty in the kitchen. I don’t think that’s going to ruin our plans to save the world.”

“Jeez, Asay…” Harding sat down next to him.

“But…”

“Don’t say But,” Harding shot a look of fear at him. “I’m scared. You’re going to say something so stupid, aren’t you?”

“Okay so we did go back to my room, but—“

“Asay!!” She threw a pillow at him and it hit him on the arm.

“But!! Nothing happened, literally.” Asay said quickly. “I just…held him.” He winced as he waited for Harding to explode.

“Held him?” Harding stared at him like he was stupid. He definitely felt stupid.

“Like spooning? I spooned him.” Asay shrugged, drinking another sip of tea.

“Spooned him?” Harding’s eye was twitching.

“Okay, well I worried about Spite getting out and no one stopping him so if I held him then he couldn’t get away.” Asay realized how crazy that sounded. “I was drunk and didn’t think he’d accept. It seemed like a great plan in the moment.”

“Wow,” Harding couldn’t help but laugh. “And Spite just stayed?”

“I'm very good at spooning.”

“Maybe you can spoon Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain to death…can you spoon a blight out of existence, Asay? Can you spoon Solas to not be evil?” Harding scoffed. “You say what happened was nothing, but I know you…you’re pathetically gay.”

“Okay, says the big fat lesbian sitting next to me,” Asay shoved her and she shoved him back.

“He’s so different from you, though.” Harding said, “I never thought you’d be into him of all people.”

“You don't know him like I do,” Asay flopped back onto her pillows.

“You freaking spooned him.” Harding repeated, still in disbelief. “You’re literally insane.”

“I haven’t talked to him since,” He sighed. “He’s in Treviso probably so weirded out by last night he’s figuring out ways to get out of his contract.”

“I’m never getting you drunk ever again…” Harding laid back next to him. Both of them stared up at the ceiling in silence for a moment until Harding broke it. “Really you spooned him…and you let him feed you?”

“He feeds me all the time.” Asay shrugged.

“And there’s nothing going on between you two?”

“I’ve been trying to send signals, but I’m waiting for him to make that decision.” Asay responded. “He’s never been in a relationship so I’m not going to push him if he isn’t ready.”

Harding scoffed. “You cuddled him in your bed,” she said. “I hope he'd be ready after that.”

Asay sighed and placed his hands on his chest. “I can wait…” And he meant it. Asay wasn’t looking to be in a relationship especially now of all times so if it took a while for Lucanis to figure out what he wants this relationship to be then he’ll wait for him to figure it out. He just hoped the man figured it out before the possible end of the world.

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how is oao going? any thoughts on when a new chapter will be uploaded? okay also—have people been secretly bookbinding ur fics for profit? ive seen like thirty tiktoks about ao3 maybe being taken down bc people are exploiting writers and selling their work which is so evil and scary!!!

re: oao not long now ... chap needs a heavy edit but is otherwise pretty much complete :o) this chapter has been a lot of fun to write mildly scared 4 the next one tho ! 😇😇😇

and re: the bookbinding, not that i'm aware of. i feel terrible for the affected writers though .. i genuinely don't even have words. it's insane. unsure what exactly is in the air rn but it's hugely disheartening to see and i don't blame a single person for stepping back and/or removing their works. the recent trends towards commodifying fandom are worrying, especially because i'm not sure i see it changing any time soon. these little bitches have shown time n time again that they have no regard for the literal fucking law, let alone other people's boundaries. i'd like to believe it’ll change but i just don't trust that it will. idk i feel v jaded and i've been keeping fandom at arm's length for a while now; i have my treasured circle of mutuals and i very rarely step outside of that these days. it's sad bc i've always enjoyed exploring diff pockets of fandom but alas . it's scary and i'm tired ! 🤒🤒 these people did not live through anne rice's reign of terror and it shows

[jdorian]

Wip Wednesday ☔️

Tagged and tagging @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @honestlydarkprincess @wikiangela @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @watchyourbuck and my darlings @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns mwuahhh 💛✨

Woop woop, here is another snippet from — you guessed it — the mudslide fic. Because I need to keep my head in the game and focus. We are so close people, so close. 🥹

(edit: my focus has been blown to smithereens thanks to seeing Oliver's pretty tits face again and now I'll be a stuttering mess for the rest of the night cuz hoo boy. 😮‍💨 Also, getting to see Kenny twice a day?? Two days in a row?? And giving us Peter content too?? Bless his heart, I'm so glad he's back on social media for real. 🫶)

“You know you don’t have to do that, right?” Eddie walked into the kitchen, shaking his head fondly — if it was for Buck’s benefit or because he just checked on Christopher, he couldn’t tell.

“Mmm?” Buck only turned away from the chopping board long enough to take Eddie in, before continuing to dice the spring onions he had lined up on the counter.

“This. The whole,” Eddie waved an arm around vaguely as he made his way over to the fridge, “cleaning, cooking and homework duty. You don’t have to do any of it. You’re always welcome here, you don’t have to… I don’t know, earn your keep or whatever.”

“I know.” Buck shrugged absentmindedly, his brain already stuck on the ‘always welcome’ part. “I want to.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed as he opened the fridge and pulled out two beers, lifting them questioningly towards Buck and only closing the fridge door after he got a nod of affirmation.

“Besides, I don’t have to earn my keep, I don’t actually live here.” Buck pointed at Eddie with an onion green cockily, before putting it onto the board beside the rest.

“No? Coulda’ fooled me.” Eddie shook his head, his face slightly angled away from Buck, but he caught the tail end of Eddie’s smile anyway. “By the way, after dinner we’re watching the movie with the dragons. Again.”

Buck snorted at the disdain in Eddie’s voice, as he swept all the chopped up veggies into a mixing bowl, while Eddie opened both beers and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve watched it in like... two weeks. Besides,” Buck shrugged with a smile, “it’s kinda cute.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie sighed with the kind of exasperation that only a dad who’s seen the same cartoon for a gazillion times with the running commentary provided by a pre-teen could feel, but Buck knew better.

Eddie would watch one movie for the rest of his life over and over again if it’d make Christopher happy — he knew, because he felt the exact same way.

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oh my freak