#pulled the dorkiest dude on earth

[anonymoosen]

ZIMPAI SHIZPOST STORY PART 5: REALISATION 🤯⁉️

(WE’RE GETTING REAAAL CLOSE TO THE LAST PART GUYS-)

(THE LAST PART WILL BE RLLY SHORT CUZ THIS ONE IS PRETTY LONG KSSKDK)

Our lovely majestic tsundere green lizard boi ELEEEGANTLY pranced over to Dib-chans house with the cherry blossom petals blowing as intensely as ever.

“DEEEB-STINKKK BAH-KAAAHH!! I HAVE RETURNED AND- BLEHHH WHY DO THESE PINK FLOWER THINGIES KEEP HITTING MY FACE!?!”

Dib-chan immediately crashed through his own window from his room and landed on top of Zimpai, “accidentally” pinning him to the ground like that romantic move a lot of people use in movies.

The big headed boy giggled cutely with the usual sparkles in his eyes, “Ooooh woopsiess!! I totaaally didn’t know this cliche romantic trope would happen!!”

The alien rolled his and blushed deeply from the close proxZIMity and the way his crush’s voice sounded like the most adorable thing in the whole world— even cuter than their old class pet hamster, Peepi! (hehehehe peepeepoopoo)

Wait- NO! This is a disease! A CURSE!! The Dib-thing wanted me to fall prey into his hands this whole time!! Zim immediately shook his head and pushed Dib away. Dib-chan looked to the ground and wondered worriedly if he had gone too far in invading the invader’s personal space.

(HELP I JUST DOODLED THIS ON MAH PHONE SO BADLY 5 MIN AGO-)

Zim-kun tried not to feel bad about Dib looking a bit saddened and growled, “GRRR YOU’LL NEVER CURSE ME WITH THAT STYOOPID FEELING!”

Dib sighed and tried to hold back his once again returning sparkling anime tears. Of course it was one sided. Of course he got rejected by even the most annoying alien in the world. Who would even want some creepy weirdo like Dib?

Meanwhile, Gaz was eating popcorn while the whole cheesy but slightly angsty in a way Fanfiction scene played out. “Why are they acting even stupider than usual?” The whatever-colour-her-hair-is girl asked out loud. The question was then answered by a familiar British voice. “Innit!” Gaz blinked.

“Uh- what?”

“WAIT WHERE DID THAT BRITISH STEREOTYPE OF A WORD COME FROM- I MEAN-” The dark purple / indigo / dark blue (HELP IM BAD AT COLORS) alien girl continued, “Ahem, I meant that this whole anime stupidity Fanfiction scene was all part of my revenge plan! MuahahahAAHAHAAHHA!!”

Gaz face palmed. Was the hideous not-so-new girl, Tak, the one who she once viewed as the biggest threat to earth, THIS pathetic??

“Dude- you’re STILL plotting your revenge on these idiots? And you’re doing it by zapping them with some in-real-life-anime gun thingy??” Gaz asked, trying not to sound slightly intrigued by this. Tak saw the undeniable interest in Gaz’s eyes and smugly nodded. The shorter of the two gave up and shrugged. At least she had some show to watch! (even though it was too cheesy and stupid for her liking sometimes)

Back to the main drama going on, Zim noticed Dib trying to hold his tears and gulped. Why the heck did he even feel bad about his ENEMY?? He’s supposed to HATE that big headed dork! The dorkiest dork ever! The cutest- WAIT-

The alien tried to look away. However, it couldn’t be helped. The so-called ‘curse’ was too strong, like the big-headed boy was a magnet pulling Zim’s eyes to look at his adorable face.

Could it beeeee… that the feeling Zimpai was feeling…

WASN’T a curse?!11!1?! hOW ShoCKiNG-

NO!! (Z)IMPOSSIBLEEE!! Invaders needed NO ONEEEE!

…But no one is perfect, and Dib can be his no one-

“LIEEESSS!” The alien desperately screeched out loud on the top of his lungs (or whatever aliens had). Dib raised an eyebrow in confusion, distracting him from the overwhelming sadness he was trying to hide. “I…uhhh- didn’t say anything…?”

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WELP ZIM IS SLOWLY (SO FRIGGIN SLOWLY) REALISING HIS FEELINGS FOR DOBBLE DIBBY BOO BOO BEAR MIGHT BE REAAL!1!1!1 HOW UNEXPECTEDDD!1!1!

(HELP ME IM RUNNING OUTTA IDEAS SO IM MAKING THIS A VERY VERY SLOW PROGRESS FOR THEM FIRKFK)

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[thegayagenda-forkids]

T.J. Goodman and Cyrus Kippen

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“I have no idea if this is the cutest or the dorkiest couple outfit you two could have come up with,” Buffy said, adjusting her red and gold tie.

“Says Hermione Granger,” Cyrus retorted, gelling up his hair, frowning as he tried to get it to look *just* right. “You got the flashcards, right?”

“I did,” Buffy said cautiously. “And I think T.J. is going to flip when he sees all of this effort you put in.”

“Of course he put in all this effort,” Andi said, straightening out her bow tie. “Besides, I think I win at the nerdiest outfit.”

Both of her friends groaned. “It doesn’t count if you’re going as an actual nerd!” Cyrus said. “And I still can’t believe I lent you my old glasses for this.”

“You don’t even use them anymore because the prescription is out of date,” she argued back. “Besides, look who’s talking about borrowing clothing items.”

“This is different,” he said as a matter of fact.

“Why is it different?”

“Because...this is the only way to sell it...Besides, my outfit belongs to Buffy.”

“And you can keep it. That is from two basketball teams ago,” she said. Finally Cyrus smiled when he got the hair right and pulled on a zip-up hoodie, leaving it open so that the Jefferson Middle School Basketball jersey underneath was visible.

“Well? Ladies?”

“Whoa…you’re selling it,” Andi said.

“Yup. You look like him.”

Cyrus looked in the mirror and smirked. “I’m no longer Cyrus Goodman. Until Midnight tonight, call me T.J. Kippen.”

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Soon there were knocks at the Goodman’s front door. It was the GHC’s dates for the night, and Jonah, all in costume ready to see their other halves. Jonah wore a Shazam costume since everyone said that the actor who played Billy Batson looked like him. He wasn’t really into costumes all that much but they all begged him to the point he felt like a total jerk if he didn’t wear it.

Marty was dressed up like Ron Weasley, so even though he also wore a Gryffindor robe and tie, he swapped out the usual sweater for a burgundy one with a big gold “R” on the font and even found a twig, snapped it, then wrapped an ungodly amount of tape around it. He knew Buffy would commit and stole some of her dad’s old law books to carry around.

Amber wore her cheerleading uniform, but kept her hair down and curled, only putting up a small section into her giant hair bow. Her sneakers were shining white. Her couple outfit with Andi would be the nerd and the cheerleader, but with a gay twist. Instead of fighting for some boy like Taylor Swift’s “You belong with me” video, they were dating each other.

But T.J.’s won out of those guys, and he was excited to see Cyrus’s interpretation. He was dressed up in a patterned button down, had a messenger bag, and even slicked his hair down some. Just in case, he had the old Bar Mitzvah sweatshirt tucked in the bag just in case people didn’t realize what he was doing.

Cyrus’s mom opened the door and T.J. immediately put on his cheesiest smile and went “Hello, hello, hello!”

Mrs. Goodman couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh my god, I’m not sure if this means you two hang out too much or you two are perfect for each other.”

“Both.” Marty and Amber said together.

“Hey, don’t hate,” he said back to them. “So...where is the wonderful, amazing, puppy-dog of a human being T.J. Kippen?” He joked.

“All three of them are upstairs,” she said. “And I want pictures of you all before you leave for the party!”

They were all headed upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door. Cyrus, dressed as T.J. was the one who opened the door and both boys almost lost composure immediately. They tried not to let it show, but they quickly took a breath and looked looked at each other. “Cyrus, My man,” Cyrus deepened his voice as much as he physically could. “You look Niceberg.”

T.J. had to bite his tongue for a second so that he didn’t laugh and he started talking, getting more and more excited and speaking faster as he did. “Wow Teej, you look absolutely amazing because you are amazing because this is going to be the best Halloween ever and you’re wearing a hoodie that matches your eyes and your jersey which you always look super hot in…”

“Oh my god, what did we sign up for,” Amber groaned and moved past them to go kiss her Nerdy Andi.

“I’m just gonna hang with my totally fly Cy guy,” Cyrus said, pulling a step stool from behind the door and standing on it so he could simulate the reverse of the height difference between the two. Jonah actually broke down laughing at that.

“And I get to be with my super cool, absolutely amazing boyfriend,” T.J. said, looking up at Cyrus. So that’s how it felt for him. T.J. was suddenly very aware of his own height.

“Good god, and I thought we were bad with out-extra-ing each other,” Marty said, putting his arm around Buffy’s shoulders. “Let's get to the party before this they somehow derail everything.”

“How would they even derail it?” Andi asked.

“Sure, act like we aren’t standing in front of you,” T.J. said.

“Do not underestimate my brother’s narcissism,” Amber said. “The sooner we’re out in public, the more guaranteed we are for having the two stay within a PG rating.”

“Hey, just because I can shoot three pointers with ease, or cross the court in seconds flat, doesn’t mean I am so self-absorbed,” Cyrus said, and everyone but Buffy and Andi looked at him in awe.

“What did you say?” Marty asked.

“What? Just tossing out some b-ball lingo. I’m just saying that it doesn’t matter that I truly rock because I can shoot nothing but net from half court, I’m just that amazing of a point guard,” he said. “But I’m an even more amazing boyfriend to my muffin of a man.”

T.J. was staring at him open-mouthed. “H..how?”

Buffy sighed and pulled a twenty dollar bill from her robe pocket. “I regret this so much...you all honestly could not begin to imagine.”

“Now I understand completely,” Marty said. “Come on, we have a party to get to.”

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Everyone piled into the Kippen minivan that Mrs. Kippen allowed them to borrow, with T.J. driving and Cyrus in the passenger seat. “Are you sure you should drive, Underdog?” Cyrus said, back in T.J. mode. “I mean, you did almost fail your driver’s test.”

“I aced the written part and technically passed the driving part by like...a point,” T.J. replied. “I’m sure I’m fine for one night. Besides, your mom thinks I’m a good influence on you.”

“You totally are, you got me to start getting help for math. It was totally Niceburg.”

T.J. hissed under his breath, “I said it that word one time….”

Cyrus smirked at him from the passenger seat.

Marty opened his mouth and Buffy cut him off. “If you say blimey or bloody hell, I’m throwing you out of this car.”

Marty closed his mouth.

“I’m feeling very single right about now,” Jonah said.

“Ironic considering just about everyone attracted to men has had a crush on you,” Buffy said. “Except for me. You were too...swoopy for my type.”

“Swoopy?”

“You know...like Justin Bieber back in the olden days? Swoopy.”

“And now I’m…?”

“Still a little swoopy, but much more human.” Everyone let out noises of agreement.

“Human?” He raised an eyebrow. “Ironic considering I’m dressed like...well…” he swished his Shazam cape.

“Dude, you were above the whole world back in the day,” Cyrus said. “Like some unattainable god! I couldn’t even just say Jonah when I talked to you. I had to say your full name.”

“Wow...so wait...you had a crush on me?” Jonah asked.

“Ladies and gentleman, the most oblivious man on earth,” Marty announced holding his arm out and presenting Jonah. “Raise your hand if you’ve ever been attracted to Jonah Beck.”

Everyone in the car except for Buffy and Marty (and obviously Jonah himself) raised their hands.

“Wait...Andi and Amber I know because I’ve dated both of you on and off...Cyrus...well...yeah I can see that...but...T.J.?”

“Yeah T.J.,” T.J. said. “Why else do you think I was a total dick to you in little league...or just a dick overall?”

“Never doubt the powers of heterocompuslivity and internalized homophobia,” Cyrus said.

“That intense?” Jonah asked and literally everyone except Buffy in the car shouted “YES!”

“Yeah Jo, you and I are the only non-queers in here as far as I can tell.”

“As far as you can tell?”

“Well, I know I’m straight,” she said. “You haven’t said straight or otherwise.”

He paused. “I mean...I’m into girls…”

“Be free to be,” Marty said. “That’s all that matters.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “So Buffy is the only confirmed straight, and I just have a question mark dangling.”

“Hey, still unique even among the majority,” she teased.

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The party was being held in some warehouse downtown, and everyone was in costume, some as a couple, most as a standalone costume. Buffy and Marty were just playing around with each other, daring the other to the tabletop games and later, to who could stay in a kiss the longest. People told them to get a room, and those people got the finger.

Amber and Andi spent the whole night dancing and mingling with other people in costume, though sometimes a guy would try to hit on Amber and brought a friend with them to hit on Andi. They always seemed confused when she said that she was in a relationship, and then once or twice, got so annoyed that she pulled Andi in by the bow tie and kissed her deeply.

T.J. and Cyrus meanwhile, continued their shenanigans, pretending to be the other, complimenting both themselves and the other, being all sappy with each other. T.J. even sat down for most of the evening so that Cyrus could stand and keep the height difference.

People loved seeing how in sync the couple were, and even let them choose several songs over the course of the night so the two could dance together. They were even able to reunite almost everyone and do a reprise of “Born this Way,” except this time one of T.J.’s hands was occupied by Cyrus holding it tightly and kissing the back of it. They ended their night with the final chords of the song and kissed each other deeply on stage while everyone cheered. Buffy and Marty also kissed next to Andi and Amber who kissed as well. Jonah jokingly hugged himself tightly and jumped up and down.

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They were all pretty much exhausted by the time they were leaving and thankful that the Macks agreed to host the group sleepover, with the rule being that they all had to sleep in sleeping bags in the living room to police each other.

T.J. and Cyrus were the last ones awake and they were cuddling, leaning against the couch, using their sleeping bags as blankets as they watched some Disney movies on mute with subtitles on as to not wake up the others.

“Hey,” T.J. said softly, his arms around Cyrus, who was using him as a pillow. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” he said sleepily, smiling up at T.J. “I love you too.” They leaned in and kissed each other softly. “I love you Mr. Goodman,” Cyrus teased.

“And I love you Mr. Kippen,” T.J. teased back, his fingers dancing playfully over Cyrus’s palm. “You know...I actually kinda like the sound of that. Mr. Goodman…”

“I was about to say the opposite,” Cyrus said back, his eyes close to closing. “I prefer the sound of Mr. Kippen.”

“How about a compromise then,” T.J. said, starting to get tired as well, but wanting to stay awake for as long as Cyrus was. “Mr. Goodman-Kippen.”

“Mr. Goodman-Kippen,” Cyrus yawned that last part. “I really like that...I can’t wait…”

T.J. watched him fall asleep, breathing evenly against his chest and turned off the T.V., adjusting the two of them so that they were lying down and making sure that Cyrus didn’t wake up. T.J. thought about his plans of surprising the group with a trip to Disney World for their senior year graduation trip, and then presenting Cyrus with a very special small box with a special and important gift inside. He smiled at the thought and laced his fingers with Cyrus’s. “Yeah...can’t wait either…”

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#My fics #andi mack #tyrus #ambi #cyrus goodman #muffy #tj kippen #amber #buffy

[closetspngirl]

Love Heals the Soul (Part 7) - First Date

Summary: The date!

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: Mention of scars (?), some fluff, nothing else, unless I missed something

A/N: This one might be a little wordy for some. I tried to even it out with dialogue and spent so much time trying to make it perfect. Not sure how many times I’ve read over this chapter fixing it. Feedback is always welcome! Italicized are lyrics, POV thoughts or text conversations; you can tell by the context.

The two of you spent the next couple of hours eating, laughing and talking. Talking about anything and everything that you could. You really felt like you were able to open up to him, which was nice. Other than Briana and a couple of other people, you didn’t have anyone that you felt comfortable with letting in. But Jensen was different. He was kind, nice, funny, had one of the warmest smiles you had seen and he was genuine. It could have also been the two glasses of wine that you had that was helping you relax a little bit, a nice Tempranillo.

Looking down laughing at something Jensen had said, you looked up and caught his eyes on you, so intently. He was smiling so genuinely; those creases next to his eyes were showing. You loved seeing him smile like that, and secretly, you had loved it since you started watching the show. Those times when his smile was so real and pure, you could see them, despite whatever world-ending storyline they were in the middle of. And now here you were, eating lunch with the man. You could stare at those green eyes and smile all afternoon, and well into the night, if you didn’t have anywhere else to be.

You noticed that it had gotten warm outside, so you took your jacket off, not caring at this point about the scars that you had, the wine was letting you forget about your insecurities with them. You didn’t notice when Jensen glanced at your arms, seeing the scars, making him tense up a bit.

When you turned around from hanging your jacket on the back of your chair, you saw a hint of something in Jensen’s eyes, like they had darkened; they looked…curious? The rest of your time together was relaxing however. You sat at the table for some time, passing on the dessert menu. “There’s this cute little gelato shop around the corner that I want to take you to, incredible flavors, all homemade. The family that owns the shop is really nice as well,” he told you. “Well, gelato is actually one of my weaknesses, I can’t wait to try it,” you smiled as you stood and put your jacket back on with Jensen guiding you away from the table.

Once there, you were impressed by all of the flavors that they had to offer. Limoncello, forest berries, pistachio, stracciatella and coffee. The list went on, and you wished you could try them all. I’m going to have to keep this place as a future go-to for us…assuming…

“Anything looking good to you?” Jensen asked, seeing your eyes roaming over the case, each of the flavors beautifully decorated with garnishes matching the flavors, his lips curling in a smile at the sight. “Oh my goodness, this place is heaven on Earth. Can I get one of everything?” You asked him with a small laugh. Touching your arm to get your attention he said, “Tell you what, how about we each get a different flavor, and then we can share?” You thought about it, pretending to really consider the fact of having to share, finally answering him, “I think I can handle sharing with you,” the smile on your lips matching the one on his.

There was a little park near by that you walked through while enjoying your gelato. “Oh wow, this tiramisu is amazing, flavorful but clean. Here, try it,” you said, already holding your spoon out with a small bite on it, not even thinking that he could have used his own spoon. “Sure” he said, as you held it up for him, he kept his gaze on you, not breaking contact, even for a second. To say your heart skipped a beat would be an understatement. It skipped a few.

“Mmm. That’s delicious. You can really get the mascarpone and the coffee, without one overpowering the other.” All you could do was look at him dumbfounded. He chuckled, “What? I can appreciate a good dessert. Your turn,” was all he said; not giving you the option of using your spoon as his was already near your mouth waiting. You took the bite of the frozen treat, closing your eyes, really taking in the flavor and savoring it. The pistachio was strong, but not aggressive, which you liked. The texture was nice and smooth, while at the same time being light and refreshing on this surprisingly warm afternoon. “Oh my, that is simply amazing,” you said as you opened your eyes, instantly settling on the green ones that never left you. “I know”, you heard him say, giving him a small smile.

“I’m going to have to remember some of those flavor combinations for the café and make some new desserts,” You said, taking a mental note of some of the flavors. “Wait, what? You’re the one that makes everything there? The cakes, cookies…everything?” he asked with an adorably surprised tone. You let out a hearty laugh, “Of course! What did you think I did there?” He stopped walking, visibly thinking about what you did, “Well, I don’t know, I guess I never thought about it. Briana never said anything either. Everything that I’ve had has been incredible. I’m definitely going to have to stop by more often now!” Jensen exclaimed as he started to walk again, while you gave him another laugh. “Oh yeah? The pastries are the only reason you’d stop by the café again?” You questioned, teasingly, giving him a little wink.

Discarding your cups in the receptacle on the way out of the park, you made your way back to the hotel. You noticed his hands in his pockets, wondering if he was just as nervous as you were. Doing something you wouldn’t normally do, albeit a simple gesture, you laced your arm through his, resting your hand on his forearm, looking up at him waiting for him to say no, but he didn’t. He just looked down at you with a smile.

Most of the walk back was silent, but it was comfortable. Just being together was nice, and almost natural feeling. He moved his hand to your back as he led you into the elevator and kept it around your waist until you got to your door. You pulled out your key card, but didn’t make any move to go inside, when you turned to him. “Thank you for lunch, and the conversation, it was really nice. I hope I’m not overstepping but this is the most comfortable I’ve felt around someone in a while. I’m not entirely sure why I’m telling you this, but I just felt like I had to. And here I am going on again,” Giving him a shy smile before looking down at the floor.

“The pleasure was all mine Y/N. I hope we can do it again soon.” He said, at which point he brought his hand up to your chin, gently tilting your head up to look in your eyes before his lips found yours, brushing lightly against them. They were so warm and inviting, and you could even still taste a hint of the pistachio. The kiss stayed simple and gentle, his hand moving softly from your chin along your jaw, until his hand rested on the side of your neck. You tensed up from the movement for the smallest fraction of a second, hopefully unnoticed, and willed yourself relax; you knew you didn’t need to worry about anything with Jensen. A moment later he carefully pulled away, almost like he didn’t want it to end, which you couldn’t blame him. You would have been perfectly content to stay there just a little longer.

After opening your eyes and focusing for a second, he came close to you again and whispered in your ear, “I’ll see you tonight Y/N”, then kissed your cheek. You knew you probably had the dorkiest smile on your face, but you didn’t care. You slid your key card into the reader and started opening the door. He turned and went to his room, looking back over his shoulder and giving you a wink. Once inside the room, you closed the door and stood with your back against it, eyes closed, still smiling, exhaling the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You figured that if you tried to move your legs would betray you and you would end up in a pile on the floor.

When you felt like you could move, after what could have only been fifteen or twenty seconds, you opened your eyes, only to be struck by shock and nerves again, when you realized Briana and Kim had been sitting on their beds watching you. Both of them had huge smiles on their faces, and you didn’t even have to tell them what happened, they could tell. With that, you took off your shoes and jacket, changed the dress for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, climbed into bed next to Briana and put your head on her shoulder. “You ok sweetie?” she asked you, knowing the answer.

“Absolutely perfect” you said with a smile, before you drifted off into sleep.

Jensen’s POV

Our lunch date had been absolutely perfect. I’m glad I settled on the little Spanish place, it was far enough out of the way that there weren’t too many people around. Y/N seemed relaxed, I really enjoyed seeing her like this, to be able to enjoy the moment and not have to worry about anything.

I had noticed the scars on her arms when she took her jacket off, some of them older looking, maybe years old, faded, just a shade or two different than the rest of her skin. There were identical ones running down each wrist, a couple inches long each; also faded, but it was almost as if they had been reinjured sometime within the last year. She had others, going all the way up to her shoulders, and even a couple smaller ones around her neck and collarbone. Those had to have been from the same time frame, healed, but not long enough to have faded like the others. None of them were red or angry looking, but they were noticeable. My heart began to ache, my body started becoming tense, I wanted to know what did this to her. Or who…? Jumping to worse case scenario there, dude. Relax. I was quickly realizing why she always wore long sleeves.

After lunch I took her to the gelateria that I frequent on the weekends, but this weekend it seemed to taste better than normal. Y/N and I shared the flavors that we each got, the look of pure bliss and appreciation on her face when I gave her a bite of my pistachio, I had never seen anyone enjoy a bite of food that much, savoring the flavors.

It was the conversation following that, that I found out she was the pastry chef for the café. I honestly couldn’t believe it. Everything that I had tried from there had tasted so amazing, and it all looked picture perfect. Her attention to flavor and detail was impeccable. Once that had sunk in, we walked back to the hotel, in a comfortable silence, not wanting to go our separate ways after getting back to her door.

She got nervous, going on about how comfortable she was with me, which made me want to know more about her. But I had to wait; I knew she would tell me when she was ready. I couldn’t wait any longer to kiss her though. It wasn’t a need-you-now, giving into the throes of passion, kind of kiss. It was the sweetest, most gentle kiss, almost as if I was telling her that she never had anything to worry about with me, and she never will, that I will always be here for her no matter what.

It was when I moved my hand that I felt her tense, her reaction time between tensing and relaxing so quick that I was wondering if I had imagined things. I didn’t let her know about what I thought I felt. I eventually had to pull myself away, despite everything in my being wanting me to stay. I knew I would see her in a couple of hours, but I still didn’t want to leave. She had the most adorable grin on her face when I pulled away, it made me smile, one of those whole face smiles, where I’m genuinely happy with what is going on. And I was; so, so incredibly happy.

Tags: @maralisa124

#love heals the soul #jensen x reader #spn

[angel-gidget]

Stars Unearth Your Fires (ch4/?)

Title:  Stars Unearth Your Fires (Ch 4/?)

Fandom: DCU, Teen Titans, Red Robin (preboot)

    Rating:  PG  | Words: 2800  | a03 link 

    Summary: Tim Drake never thought of himself as a troublemaker as far as Robins go. But a passing accusation quickly escalates into a case of stolen memories, technologically backwards clues from his past self, interdimensional hijinks, reflections on the good old days, and possibly the rekindling of a foregone romance. Eventually Tim/??? Mystery ship!

Ch 4: Tim has to look up an old friend or two before he can dig up his (hopefully existent) clue.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. It’s ended up becoming my longest one yet. Thank you so much for the amazing reviews! While there is sadly no Core Four in this chapter (Bart tried to elbow his way in, he really did), they will make more appearances soon. It’s time for Tim to reconnect with a few non-caped companions. My lovely beta Kiragecko took a much-deserved break this week, so all mistakes are 100% me. Sorry if I missed anything!

He and Ives were still friends. He was pretty sure. Mostly. At least, the guy hadn’t taken it too personally the last time Tim had visited out of the blue without speaking to him for over a year.

If anything, Ives had been shocked that Tim wanted to hang with him when he was in the middle of cancer treatment, as so many other friends had flaked out when things got too intense. Tim had just been grateful to have warning, for once, that one of his friends might die. He wasn’t usually so lucky, though he didn’t know how to tell Ives that without telling him way too much.

Two rings. Three. And then—

“Does my caller ID deceive me, or is this richest and dorkiest of my foul weather friends?”

“Don’t you mean fair-weather friends, Ives?”

“No, no, I don’t. You should brush up on your Shakespeare. And cheap surfer-stoner productions in the park don’t count, by the way,”

There were voices in the background, and music too. If anything, Tim would have sworn Ives was in the middle of a… club?

Ives continued, “I do mean foul-weather. That’s what you call people who stick with you when life is sucking but unexpectedly ditch you when it’s time to party. Case in point: I’m throwing a party and you’re not here. Because you never pick up your damn phone, you ass.”

Oh. OH! “Congratulations on your remission, man.”

He could hear the smile through the phone. It wasn’t the same as being totally forgiven, but Ives wasn’t the sort of person who could be happy and hold a grudge at the same time.

“Thanks. It’s my one-month anniversary of the big NED. Looks like for the time being, I’ve rolled a twenty on breathing. It’s worth celebrating.”

Smooth opening. Here we go.

“Feel like doing a more personal celebration too? Maybe something nostalgic? Like digging up our time capsule from the 8th grade? I’ll buy the pizza.”

“Oh, man. Yes. You better, Prince Midas. Hold up.”

He was distracted, clearly talking to somebody else at the party. Tim took a moment. It was just as well that he’d caught Ives when he was distracted. The guy didn’t do parties much. Introvert that he was, they took a lot out of him, including his tendency to say no to things. Even before he’d been sick. Tim didn’t have many childhood friends, but they were bookish gamer geeks, the lot of them.

Ives voice came back on the line.

“I got a friend who wants to come with. The dude’s curious about everything, a real Nancy Drew. Wants to know about my nerdy little 8th grade self. I told him the biggest difference was that I was little and in the 8th grade, but he’s bored and I promised to include him in more stuff.”

“That’s cool. Saturday, noon?”

“That’s high noon to you, buckaroo. And yes.”

——-

He’d outgrown his best nerd shirts.

Tim didn’t even know when it had happened. It wasn’t that they didn’t fit him through the arms and chest—he was wiry enough that they did—but he’d gotten so long in the torso, that the edges of his shirts rose up obnoxiously from the waist of his jeans, constantly baring strips of skin.

When this had happened to Cassie, she’d embraced it and pulled off the sexy belly-shirt like a pro. Tim… couldn’t do that. Or rather, he couldn’t do that without pulling out a persona.

Ives had an meet-up with Tim Drake, not Mr. Sarcastic. So belly nerd shirts were a no-go.

He’d yanked out what appeared to be his least-expensive hoodie and Alfred-purchased designer jeans, and hoped for the best. This was supposed to be about nostalgia for Ives, though Tim had mixed hopes.

What would be worse? Finding nothing but exactly what they had buried years ago, and pretending to laugh with his friend while secretly pulling out his hair over a dead end of evidence? Or finding the evidence he needed in its place, but then having to somehow cover for the oddness of whatever they found by lying to Ives again?

It had been a while since he’d had to lie to someone he loved, and Tim wanted to keep it that way. (And lies of omission didn’t count. Especially to Bruce. And to Dick. And to whomever else he’d been lying to by means of omission lately.)

“Best not to overthink it,” Tim muttered to himself. He had been ten minutes early to the discolored tree that had been the site of his and Ives’ 8th grade paint-ball fight. Also, the site of their only paintball fight, because apparently nobody had told Ives that there tended to be bruises from such a thing.

If Ives was anything like his old self, he’d be five minutes early, and… yup.

Tim smiled and waved as Ives’ old Chevy pulled into the park’s lot. He was about to say hello, when a second person slid out from the car, following after Ives with a growing Cheshire grin on his face.

Tim gasped, “F@*#$ing hell.”

Bernard Dowd.

Ives new Nancy Drew pal was Bernard. Fragging. Dowd. The nosey-est (and therefore worst possible) person to have on a dig that might or might not yield incriminating signs of inter-dimensional antics.

“Why Timbo! With a greeting like that, one would almost think you weren’t pleased to see me.” Bernard bumped the car door closed with his hip as he balanced a brand new shovel on one shoulder.

Ives blinked, “You two know each other?”

Tim scratched his head, “You two know each other?”

“As I’ve told you both,” Bernard set the shovel down by the largest tree root, “I know everyone who’s anyone.”

As if to prove the solidity of his nonchalance, Bernard took his best guess as to which patch of dirt housed the capsule, and made a sweeping ‘you first’ motion with his arm at Tim and Ives.

Tim pulled out Alfred’s trusty gardening hoe, and braced himself as Bernard began to snicker. Because he’d brought a hoe. Because, for all his eloquence, Bernard was emotionally twelve. Ives stared at them both like they had doubled their number of arms and limbs and turned green.

Tim felt his eyes narrow in suspicion in Bernard’s direction, “You knew I’d be here.”

Bernard pulled back his laughter into a finely-controlled smirk, “When dear ol’ Sebastian told me he had an eccentrically neglectful, ridiculously rich childhood compadre named Tim… well, I did the math. But I waited for a face-to-face to be sure,” He winked, “It’s more fun that way.”

Tim purposefully and carefully ignored that entire description of himself as he stared incredulously at Ives.

“You actually let him call you Sebastian? Him?”

“It was the only way to get him to stop calling me ‘St. Ives’ along with several other unholy variations of my surname,” Ives took a deep breath and pitched his own shovel into the dirt, “Now lets get this show on the road.”

Once the digging began, it was a simple matter to let Bernard dominate the conversation, explaining to Ives that he and Tim had gone to the aptly-named Grieve High for a semester together. Until the Aquista gang war had come to their front door step.

Tim’s mind remained vaguely on Bernard’s story, but mostly on the ground they were unearthing. There was a reason Bernard had been able to see the digging spot. It was especially uneven compared to its surroundings, overgrown with grass that was clearly seeded, a slightly different color than what was surrounding it.

Which was suspicious, considering Tim and Ives hadn’t laid down any grass seed when they were kids. Not that someone responsible for the park couldn’t have laid something down, but it didn’t look quite right. It had been what? Six? Seven years since he and Ives had buried the thing? It should have blended with the rest of the milieu perfectly. But it didn’t. Not quite. As though it had been dug up again at least once in the interim.

“Earth to Timinator,” Ives poked him in the forehead, “Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

Ives looked like he wanted to smack Tim with his shovel and Bernard looked… oddly serious.

“Did Bernard’s dream girl turn into a super villain and try to kidnap you?”

And this was why he didn’t want Bernard here. There was the guy’s ongoing conspiracy theory habit, and then there was the fact that he had actually seen way too much.

“No,” Tim heard Bernard begin to protest, but he continued, “Darla didn’t try to kidnap me. She tried to make me into her personal moral compass and I told her where to get off.”

Bernard stared, “You what??? But she—you—she dismantled my car! She had these… these…”

Ives jumped in, “Phenomenal cosmic powers?”

“Yes,” Bernard continued, “And you just told her to go jump off a cliff? And got away with it? What the hell, Timothy!”

Tim blinked. He had forgotten about that. When Darla Aquista had died and returned from the dead with dark magic powers via one of Robin’s enemies, she had sought out her friend Tim Drake out for “advice.” Tim had forgotten that she had gone to Bernard first. He had never bothered to call Bernard and let the guy know he was okay. For all Bernard had known, he’d sent Tim’s untimely demise to his door when he told Darla where to find their former classmate.

Tim put the shovel down for a moment.

“I’m sorry I scared you, Bernard. I meant—I meant that if Darla wanted to be a hero, and she did, she couldn’t rely on me to tell her right from wrong and hold her to it. Heroes take responsibility for their actions. She gets that now. She went off with a superhero team called Shadowpact. She was okay.”

“And you?” Bernard exhaled.

Tim grinned.

“I’m always okay.”

Neither of his friends looked like they believed him.

Ives returned to digging, “See this is why you should call me more often,” He grunted as his shovel finally struck metal, “Your life gets really, really weird without me. Dating undead superheroes, Tim? Really? Oy vey.”

“We didn’t… never mind.”

He could have pulled the chest from the remainder of the hole without grunting, but watching Ives and Bernard wheeze and strain from the physical activity set a good bar for Timothy Drake Wayne’s level of sluggishness. So he panted along with them.

“Makes..nnghhh… a lot of sense in hind sight, though.” Ives breathed.

“What does?”

“Cancer probably doesn’t look like so bad of a boss battle after you’ve seen the fire and brimstone.”

“I…” He could be honest about this much. He could. “It made me glad for the people who are alive. However long they’re alive. Y’know?”

Ives gave him the most earnest smile Tim had seen all day.

“Okay, geeks! And Tim, for all your previous disguise, I see now that you are—in fact—a geek. It’s time to unbox this baby.” Bernard crowed.

Their “time capsule” was less a futuristic tube and more pirate-chest themed lockable luggage from the nearest department store. It had space for stuff, and it looked cool. Even as an adult, Tim felt he could stand by that choice.

Three seconds to blow off the dust. Forty-two to smash the lock. (He and Ives could both remember Tim swearing when they were kids that he would remember the combination, but well, he hadn’t.)

“A moment of silence for the defunct game boy who’s grave we have disturbed.” Ives mock-solemnly intoned, as he pulled out the old system preserved in plastic.

Tim blinked, “You buried your game boy? You loved that thing.”

“Exactly,” Ives poked him in the chest, “I was committed to this project. Unlike you.”

Tim frowned.

“I was too committed. Behold,” he lifted a green mud-crusted travesty that had not aged well, “Rusty the water pistol. Never got in a water gun fight without him. And look! My pog collection.”

“You mean my pog collection.”

Tim shrugged, “Our pog collection.”

“You are both the nerdiest nerds who ever nerded in the eighth grade. I don’t know why I expected differently.” Bernard sighed.

“I did warn you, buddy.” Ives laughed.

Bernard muttered something unintelligible, but it set Ives off on a lecture about the impact of popular culture. Tim took it as a much-needed distraction.

It wouldn’t have done Tim any good to have remembered the lock combination anyway. The lock wasn’t as old as it should have been. And while the capsule was filled with mementos from younger years, there were two small evidence bags at the bottom that were Batman standard issue.

They were hair samples.

Easily researched. Easily pocketed.

Tim breathed a sigh of relief as he quietly slipped them into the back of his jeans.

That had… not gone nearly as badly as he anticipated. He reminded himself that it wasn’t quite over yet. After all, he owed Ives pizza.

Ives and Bernard were still arguing amicably.

One of the reasons Ives never had too many friends as a kid was because most people couldn’t understand that the guy’s favorite form of conversation was a heated debate. When he felt like conversing at all outside of Wizards and Warlocks.

Bernard… well, Bernard just decided when someone was his friend and treated any attempts to escape his friendship as an amusing joke. It worked for him. But he also had a tendency to look down his nose at people who fit too neatly into a category, and Ives tended to wear his categories loud and proud. So it was… curious.

“So, how did you guys meet?”

Ives and Bernard paused and then grinned in unison.

“Elizabeth Spillgrave.”

Who? It took Tim a moment. Right.

Elizabeth Spillgrave. Real name: Jodie Weise. Internationally recognized alien conspiracy theorist, and one of Ives favorite authors. Or least favorite, depending how one looked at it. He always holed up in his room on the day one of her books released, reading voraciously. He would spend the next two weeks debunking her entire book paragraph by paragraph. Sometimes with charts if he was feeling particularly zealous and homework wasn’t challenging him enough.

Tim blinked, “And you became friends over this?”

It didn’t seem possible. Because while Ives was the sort to spend two weeks disproving the sort of theories that were the woman’s bread and butter, Bernard was just the sort to spend the same amount of time proving it. Or perhaps editing how such events would be possible, turning each paragraph into a spring board for his own theories. He would stop short of making charts, though. Bernard thought excessive chart-making was for nerds.

Ives shrugged, “We were both late to her book signing last year, and had to team up on scalping tickets to get into the VIP meet and greet.”

“We shared mutual disappointment that she could but spare us two minutes each, even after all that hassle.” Bernard sighed.

Ives rolled his eyes, “And then he started going on about his idea that the UFO’s mentioned in her last book might be Kryptonian. From a hundred years ago.”

“Magic is a thing, Sebastian.”

“They’re aliens, Bernard. Superman is vulnerable to magic. He’s not going to carry around something that could kill him.”

“Humans do it all the time.”

They continued on as they packed up their tools and piled into Ives’ car. Tim didn’t get a word in edge-wise to ask where they were going, but he quickly recognized the route Ives was taking. Pizza Planet, appropriately enough.

He pulled the clear evidence bags from his pocket to glance at them once more.

One contained extremely short snips of dirty blond hair. The other contained a single jet-black lock that looked like it had been curled around someone’s finger before getting cut.

Both sets were sufficient for a DNA database search.

Tim sat back in his seat.

First pizza, then catching up with the two civilian friends who were still speaking to him, maybe some nostalgic passing around of ye olde Game Boy, and then…

Answers.

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[avengerdragoness]

What’s the Kiss Cam? [Mon-El x Reader]

A/N: My first Supergirl story! I hope this is enjoyed! Thanks for reading

Mon-El is constantly asking you to explain Earth’s sports. So when he wins a set of baseball tickets he asks you to come to help explain what’s happening, but a certain question leads to something you weren’t expecting.

[F/n] - First Name [L/n] - Last Name

_____

You were currently sitting in the DEO headquarters with Winn. Looking through some reports while Winn was looking up names as you listed them. 


“Guys! Guys!” Mon-El yelled, excitedly walking over to the both of you.

“What’s up?” You looked away from the report. “I won tickets to a baseball game!” he cheered excitedly.

You and Winn looked at each other with confused expression. “Dude, you don’t even know what baseball is” Winn laughed looking back at him. “I know! That’s why I came! [F/N] will you go with me?” he was literally bouncing with excitement.

“I, uh” you stuttered. Of course you wanted to go, you’ve liked Mon-El since Kara first brought him from that pod. You were one of the main people helping with his care.

“Please!!” He begged, Winn was over your shoulder mouthing ‘do the thing I taught you!’ He then went on to jutting out his bottom lip and giving puppy dog eyes.

Sighing you crumpled under his gaze “Fine, when is it?”. He pumped two fists in the air, “YES! Tomorrow twelve o’clock sharp! I’ll pick you up!” he raved, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“You don’t even know where I live” you laughed, causing Winn to shake his head and Mon-El to stop jumping. He sheepishly smiled before asking for the address.

Laughing and answering, “It’s the same building as Kara’s just on the 5th floor, apartment 506”

“Got it!” he smiled as he made a note of it.

Phone buzzing, you looked down at it and seeing a message from Kara and Alex asking for help at a crime scene. Being a specialist in both human and alien behavior and profiling, they probably needed you to build a profile.

“I gotta go give Kara and Alex a hand, I’ll see you guys later” informing the two before grabbing your jacket hand heading to the elevator.

Once out of earshot, Mon-El looked back at Winn a giant grin gracing his face. Smirking at him, “You like her~” he teased as Mon-El snapped his attention to him.

“No I don’t” He defended but Winn gave him a knowing look. “Fine I may have a small, what do you call it here, crunch on her”

“You mean crush?” Winn corrected.

“Yeah, that!” Mon-El pointed at him. “Are you nervous?” Winn inquired, cocking an eyebrow. He was answered only with a nod.

“You’ll be fine man, [F/n] already likes you” Winn revealed, his expression changed as he mumbled “and I was not supposed to tell you that”

“Wait, she likes me?” Mon-El clarified his grin reforming on his face. “Yes, but I didn’t tell you that” Winn commanded, Mon-El just nodded while raising his hands in defense.

The next morning you got up throwing on a National City baseball jersey and hat, along with a pair of denim shorts. Something very different to your usual work attire.

Knock Knock Knock

Upon hearing that you ran over to the door. Pulling it only enough the chain lock allowed, you peeked out of the small crack. Mon-El waved given you the dorkiest smile.

Rolling your eyes before closing the door and chuckling while undoing the lock. “Come in, I just have to grab some shoes.”

“Thanks” he came in, now seeing you completely. Thinking ‘Whoa’ upon seeing you, he had never seen you out of your work attire.

Returning after going into your bedroom and grabbing a pair of tennis shoes. “Ready?” you asked standing up. “Uh, yeah let’s go” he smiled offering you an arm. Blushing slightly you looped yours with his.

Your apartment was near to the stadium so you both decided to just walk there. The walk was filled with questions and answers about the sport, and laughing… Lots of laughing.

“Okay our seats are right over here” you instructed pointing to a pair of empty stadium chairs.

After sitting the game soon started. Mon-El or now in public, Mike, was asking many questions about the sport.

“Okay but there isn’t a halftime like in other sports?” he laughed watching game. “Right, in baseball there’s innings. When either side gets three outs they switch. Once both sides have batted and pitched it starts a new inning.” you explained while pointing to the innings on the big screen.

“And how do you get outs again?” he had his brows furrowed and his face was scrunched in confusion. Smiling you answered “By getting three strikes or if the ball is caught without hitting the ground are the main ways.”

“This is fun, I’m happy you came with me” he beamed while fiddling with the cotton candy in his hands. “Yeah I’m happy you asked me to come, how’s your first cotton candy?” nudging him with your elbow. The man hadn’t had cotton candy yet, Kara priorities.

He laughed, when your phone buzzed again. Looking down at it you saw a message from Kara, she was teasingly asking how the ‘date’ was going. Rolling your eyes and answering the message you were unaware of the current event on the screen.

“Hey [F/n]?” Mon-El tried to catch your attention. “Hmm?” humming in acknowledgment without looking from your phone. “What’s the kiss cam?” he was looking at you now.

“It’s when the cameras pan to couples in the crowd between innings. If the camera lands on a couple they usually have to kiss.” explaining while finishing the text to Kara. “Why?” you looked up at him.

“Oh, because they have it up” he pointed to the screen. You took a quick glance before your phone buzzed again. Diverting attention back to that you missed that the camera had panned to.. you!

With a devious smirk Mon-El leaned so his face was right next to yours. He whispered “[F/n]” causing you to look up at him. And that’s when it happened.

Out of the blue he planted one on you. Laughs and cheers went through the stadium as you comprehended what was happening. When it registered you closed your eyes and cupped his jaw, eliciting more cheering.

When he pulled away smirking he teased “I like the kiss cam, can we do it again?”

Laughing and rolling your eyes you pulled his lips to yours again mumbling a “dork.”

Yeah, you now liked the kiss cam as well.

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