Title: You and I
Rating: safe
Summary: If you found your toothpaste empty, I would squeeze out just little more. If you had the sweetest victory I’d high five ya ‘til our hands were sore.
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The clock is tickticktickticking by the minutes and Scott is pretty positive that he’s going to be late. He does the three-pat check. Left hand front pocket holds his bike keys. Right hand back pocket holds his phone. Left hand back pocket holds his wallet. His mom has told him dozens of times not to put his wallet in his back pocket because she’s found it on the floor dozens of times. Scott never listens. Or maybe he does but he just forgets. Both are plausible.
“What is this, a date?” his mom asks. Scott says nothing and just gives his mom a look that says: Mom please don’t do this to me oh my god please. She tosses her hands up and shakes her head, saying something he can hear but won’t bother remembering. “I got the graveyard shift at the hospital so—- No bringing your date back here some—-“
And he knows exactly what she was going to say. Some little werewolf joke. He can tell by the way the smile strains to yank the corners of her mouth up, can see the way she straightens them out and shakes her head. He wants to tell her it’s okay if she does, he won’t be offended, but his mom just turns and goes into the bathroom to take a shower.
“Just no coming back here!”
“Okay, mom.”
And that’s the end of that. He hopes. Because he swears to god if she ends up reminding him to wear protection or not to bring her— him— back home for whatever. But she doesn’t which is good. Great. Fantastic, even. But then Scott realizes that he could be way too early and then how awkward is that— Not awkward at all. Not awkward one bit. Okay. You can do this, Scott. You got this. This is not a date.
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Isaac is nowhere near as worked up as Scott. He’s sprawled out in the grass with one arm behind his head and looking up at the night sky wondering when the fuck Scott will get here already so that he doesn’t have to kill the battery on his iPod. But, of course, Scott does not show up for the next twenty minutes. And so Isaac is left humming along to a song about a girl or something. Too much guitar to really hear what the guy’s saying. But even the loud screaming about how love sucks doesn’t muffle the sound of footfalls on grass or the slow, loud thumpthathumpthump of Scott’s heart.
Isaac is too slow to turn his head and therefore misses that Scott plops down on the grass beside him with a box of food in his lap. It took driving 7 miles an hour and praying to god to get it here this safely and he’s rather proud of himself. So when Isaac props himself up on his elbows and looks at the food, Scott is disappointed to see that Isaac does not look impressed.
“I got hungry.” Scott explains.
“And you didn’t bring me anything.” Isaac says.
“Wh—- There’s like three pounds of food here! Most of it’s in fries cause this place has like giant bags o—”
“Then you won’t mind me stealing some.” Isaac says, perky and light as he reaches over and yanks a fry from the little white bag and shoves it into his mouth. Scott jumps to grab it but it’s already gone, leaving Isaac sitting up and covering his mouth in its wake.
“They’re super hot still!” Scott says and Isaac turns to look at him as if to say no shit, Sherlock.
It’s quiet after that. Not awkward quiet. Good quiet. The kind of quiet that’s filled with actions and gestures; Scott carefully unwrapping a chiliburger and biting into it, Isaac shifting through the seasoned fries for the soggy, half burnt ones. Isaac glances up through long lashes that cast spidery shadows on his cheeks to look at Scott. He wonders if he should say something but he doesn’t. Scott wonders if he should say something but he doesn’t either. Blissful silence that’s riddled with so much tension that it’s starting to make them restless.
“So is this a—-“
“I was—-“
“You go first.” Both of them, that time. Isaac jumps at the chance and clears his throat, fiddling with the wire of his earphones that are coiled in the grass like a shadow of a snake.
“I was talking to Derek the other d—”
“Can we not talk about Derek?” Scott interjects. “Not that I don’t care but tonight’s, like, the first night in I dunno how long that there’s no….No werewolf stuff. No bodies. Nothing I should be—- It’s just calm. You know?”
“Yeah.” Isaac says. There’s an awkward silence after that and Scott offers his burger. Isaac declines. “Is this a what?”
“Huh?” Scott says through a mouthful of burger.
“You were gonna ask something. ‘So is this a’ but you got cut off. Is this a what?” Scott blinks, chews slower, shrugs his shoulders, and shakes his head.
“Nuthi’g.”
+ ohsuperboy + scisaac + other peoples + fic + i will flail at you for this later + omg + ilu + submission
“Oh great”
THE SASS, NEVER LET IT STOP
What’s your favourite pairing? (+)
+ [amused]
I saw “This Is The End” today, and I’ve decided that Jay Baruchel is absolutely adorable. Okay?
Title: Royals
Album: The Love Club - EP
Plays: 1,039
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“So. Come here often?”
Tim Drake is and always will be my favorite Robin ever ffffffff
I feel like Timmy here spent a lot of the time hanging out with cats in his solo-series. Do all Bats just have a soft spot for felines?
MAN OF STEEL
I saw man of Steel at an advanced screening. I am sending out a warning. If you love Superman, be wary of this film. I left sickened and betrayed.
+ spoilers + man of steel