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shit that would definitely be on this hell site if BA was a real show with a fandom: 4/?
aka J and I’s lovechild (credit to J for anything smart you see bc i can’t do analysis for shit)
shit that would definitely be on this hell site if BA was a real show with a fandom: 2/?
aka J and I’s lovechild (credit to J for anything smart you see bc i can’t do analysis for shit)
Hello, Nurse
@jamesonward gets a plotted starter!
Nico flopped down into the chair outside the nurse’s office, his whole body simultaneously boneless and electrified. It was always like that after a fight, even one he’d lost. The world seemed sharper and more real. It made the bloody nose he was currently suffering worth it, even if he could taste metal and probably wouldn’t breathe right for a few days. He was far more worried about the pounding in his head, anyway.
He was still holding up a wadded tissue (now a shade of red instead of white) to his nose when he noticed the other boy. He gave him a macabre smile, blood running down his chin. “This is nothin’. You should see the other guy,” he said, not bothering to clarify that it was a joke. Nico lost more fights than he won. He wasn’t in it to win. He was in it to get his brain to shut up.
“What about you?” Nico said, gesturing to the boy’s own injuries. He didn’t recognize him, so not someone from Bart. Aloysius wing, then. He tried to look friendly, giving him a small wave. If they both had to wait, they could at least talk or something, even if Nico did sound like he had a stuffed nose and was breathing heavily through his mouth.
inspired by this reply of kellie’s that had me laffin // @jaysster
shit that would definitely be on this hell site if BA was a real show with a fandom: 1/?
aka J and I’s lovechild (credit to J for anything smart you see bc i can’t do analysis for shit)
shit that would definitely be on this hell site if BA was a real show with a fandom: 5/?
aka J and I’s lovechild (credit to J for anything smart you see bc i can’t do analysis for shit)
— @jamesonward;
Damian is no stranger to being the last to leave the pool. In fact, he makes a point of it. As the captain and a star athlete, he feels he has a duty to show he works tirelessly to get to his skill level. To show how much he cares for his team and its success that he’s willing to sacrifice his time and energy to make ensure they’re being led by a competent individual. And maybe part of him has grown threatened by JJ joining the ranks. Say what you will about the newcomer, but he’s a natural in the water, and Damian has to work twice as hard to sustain his dominance over the team. To make sure he’s not falling behind when faced with that inherent talent.
Hands over the edge of the pool, Damian pushes himself up and out of the water in one swift movement, head bowed as he heads on over to the bench to retrieve his towel and set down his swim cap and goggles. It’s only after he’s unfurled the towel that he finally notices the figure standing some feet away from him.
“Holy fresh cut grass--” Damian lets out a shudder, eyes falling shut for a moment as he squeezes the fluffy material in his hands, willing his heart rate to slow down. After a forced but steady exhale, he opens his eyes again and adjusts to the sight of Jamie in all of his phantom glory. “Do you think you can limit your haunting of me to areas outside of the pool? I could slip and hit my head in shock when you just... appear suddenly like that.” Rich of Damian to be requesting things from the boy he killed.
*talks about demons loudly in local diner*
