Original: "Who're We Fooling" Slash.
Title: Who're We Fooling
Genre: slash
Notes:
1) This is the writing journal for zeffy_amethyst.
2) This fic is a continuation of this one
3) Daniel and Evan are now part of the superhero world. ^_^
Summary: The texts Evan didn't send. And the ones he did.
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 02/05/20xx 03:00pm
Sorry about tonight. I’ve just got all these assignments and|
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 12/05/20xx 11:33pm
I’m not avoiding you. I’m bus|
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 15/05/20xx 09:54pm
I don’t think this is gonna work. You’re |
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 16/05/20xx 12:19am
Uh, so, what'd I say last night? I was pretty drun|
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 20/05/20xx 03:00pm
Sorry.
~ * ~ * ~
Not to boast or anything, but Evan’s the King of One Night Stands. He’s got the whole thing down to an art, from pick-ups to morning afters, and he doesn’t do repeats.
So it’s kind of blowing his mind that not only has he slept with Daniel more than once - nineteen times and three quarters - but he’s not planning on stopping any time soon. Someone, somewhere, had fucked with reality as Evan knew it, and when he finds out which supervillain is responsible, he’s gonna be really, you know, pissed off.
He’s trying not to freak out about it or anything, but six years of being a gigantic slut and then not is giving him whiplash.
But. Daniel.
He’s pretty much perfect.
Not as in no flaw because he’s definitely got some issues to work through and these annoying habits that drive Evan up the wall sometimes. But he’s perfect for Evan. Daniel’s snarky in that deadpan way that Evan likes, and he rolls with the punches even when the punch is Evan in exam mode. And he doesn’t take Evan’s crap or any kind of crap at all, from anyone. He even listens to Evan whine, and then he’ll say something that makes Evan laugh and it’s not such a disaster anymore.
But best of all? He’s normal. Not powered. Not crazy smart. Not destined to save this world or that. He's plain old Daniel, and he makes Evan smile.
And Evan’s got an awesome superhero power that could plausibly have made Daniel so perfect, but something like shame and disappointment twists his stomach when he thinks too hard about it, so Evan doesn’t.
Anyway, back to the boy that was perfect for Evan and was therefore, very likely, to get stuffed in a fridge. Or turn evil. It's how these things go, okay?
Which really has nothing to do with why Evan’s sitting in the uni coffee shop, staring at his phone, at the picture of Daniel asleep and drooling over his textbook, like some stalker. It's a nice picture though. Daniel’s got these stupidly long lashes that Evan’s sister would kill a clown for and his mouth is half-open, like he’s -
“Broody Asian!”
“Racist barista,” Evan greeted.
Matt grins and sprawls all over the seat, a towel draped over one shoulder and his faded black shirt threatening to rip under the pressure of Matt’s bulging biceps. He would’ve been Evan’s type, except for the part where he had too much self-esteem to sleep with Evan. “Inappropriate barista, thank you. So, who’s the guy?”
“What guy?” Evan says, and tucks away his phone discretely.
“The guy who’s got you moping like a purple prose damsel. C’mon, I’ve only got ten minutes, and your dramas always take longer than that.”
Evan rolls his eyes and folds his arms and says, “who says there’s a guy?”
Matt’s grin widens.
“Urgh, fine, so there’s a guy.”
“Aha! What’d you do? What’d he do?”
Evan eyes Matt. “Your avid interest in my affairs? Little disturbing.”
Matt eyes him right back. “Dude, what’s disturbing is that you haven’t hit on me for six months now. It’s even creeping Nick out.”
“Nick?”
“Tall guy. Curly hair. Green eyes.” Matt looks at Evan expectantly. “Any of that ringing a bell?”
Evan slowly shakes his head.
“Wow,” Matt says, “uh, okay, you two fucked. Last semester. Library stacks?”
A lightbulb went off in Evan’s head. “Oh! Shakespeare guy. He works here?”
A beat. “Yeah. And his name’s Nick, and he throws a fit every time you come in. He also likes to hide behind the machine because....eh, who knows. But dude, you really don’t remember his name?” asks Matt, and Evan hears incredulity in his voice.
Evan squirms in his seat and fiddles with the curled up corner of the menu. “Let’s move beyond my douchiness, it’ll do no one any good right now, and you’ve only got seven minutes.”
Matt lets out this soft disbelieving laugh, like he doesn’t know what to make of Evan. “Man, you're one of a kind. I’ll give you that. Okay, go on.”
“Please recognise that the only reason I’m telling you this is because you caught me at a vulnerable moment,” Evan says, in case Matt gets any ideas - Evan’s got enough interfering busybody friends already, thanks - “So there’s a guy, I picked him up - actually, he picked me up and turns out we sort of already knew each other and, long story short, there was pretty epic sex. There was more sex a couple of days after, equally epic, and I have no idea how it happened but its six months later and we’re still having epic sex.” Well, technically five. Because Evan was a non-confrontational wuss, but Matt doesn’t need to know that little detail.
Silence for a very long moment as Matt’s face goes from amused to confused and back to amused again. “Lemme get this straight, regular epic sex has you looking like someone killed your puppy? Jeez, I’d hate to see what normal sex does to you.”
“No!” Evan says, throwing up his hands, “It’s not that!” He wishes. Life would be a whole lot sweeter if the only problem he had was too much sex.
“Oh, thank god,” Matt remarks, “killing you on behalf of all those stuck in a dry spell would suck a bitch.”
Ah, so this is why Evan’s never really had a long conversation with Matt before; because he’s a dick. “Yeah, shut up. Look, you know I don’t do the regular sex with only one person thing. I was born to be shared. But he’s...he’s weirdly immune to my brush off. I mean, it’s like I think about telling him, ‘hey, it’s been fun, but all good things come to an end,’ but the words never make it to my mouth.”
“Is that because he’s got his dick in it?” Matt asks, eyes wide and lips twisted into a smirk.
Evan scowls. “Ha, ha. No. Any more helpful insight, you smarmy prick?”
“Actually yeah, and if you call me a girl after this I’m telling Nick you don’t remember him. Do you like him?”
“Nick?”
Matt’s stare is decidedly unfriendly. “Stop being a dick in denial for one minute.”
This is exactly what Evan was hoping to avoid by staring at that picture of Daniel. Although, the fact that he was staring at a picture of some dude sleeping is probably an answer in and of itself. “He’s fun to hang out with and he’s funny wit - what?” he demands of Matt’s unimpressed roll of the eyes, “I’m emotionally constipated, okay? This is all the answer you’re gonna get.”
Matt’s groan is muffled by his palms and Evan tries his best not to get all defensive, which is hard because it’s what he does best. Besides having awesome one night stands. “Okay,” Matt says, determinedly, like he’s gonna get through this even if it kills him, “okay, all this epic sex? While you’ve been having them, have you been getting off with anyone else?” And he sounds...intense, but Evan chalks that up to Matt being weirdly invested in Evan’s love life.
“It’s nice that you think so highly of my recovery time, but when I say epic, I mean...epic. Epically a lot. I don’t make the little guys that fast.”
“Your sleaziness and TMI always manages to surprise me,” Matt says with a tight smile. “And do you guys do things other than fuck?”
Evan tries not to squirm under the weight of that question. But his fingers are twitching and his converse shoes taps out a nervous rhythm on the wooden parquetry. “We - I mean, sometimes, we just hang out. We both like the same shows, and read the same kind of books, and we like the same kind of food, so yeah, when it's convenient we get dinner or whatever together and watch the telly. Sometimes.”
Matt nods sagely, and leans forward, pinning Evan to the chair with his looming presence and his flinty green stare. Something about that unwavering, flat gaze sends a chill down Evan’s body, skin prickling with premonition. This...is not good. “You’re going to listen to me very carefully, Evan Phillips. You’re going to finish that coffee. Then you’re going to get up off your arse. You’re going to walk out that door. Call Danny. And stop making him fucking miserable with your stupid, pointless angsting. Or I’m going to make you regret ever messing with my best friend. Okay?” And Matt smiles.
It’s entirely possible that Evan’s brain short-circuits because following that abrupt and entirely terrifying speech, the only thing he can think to say is, “holy shit, you’re the best friend with the castrating fetish.”
Matt shrugs. “Yep. And you’re Danny’s white knight.”
“Uh, not really ‘cos - “ Evan pauses, “Danny? He lets you call him that?”
“It’s amazing what blackmail gets you.” Matt smiles again, but it’s not the balls-curdling, teeth-baring smile of before. He’s smiling for the sake of smiling, because he’s happy, and in its own way, it’s scarier. It’s the kind of smile that you wouldn’t want to disappoint. “But, seriously, whatever hang-ups you have about this thing with Danny? He’s worth it. You make him happy. And I don’t know if the opposite’s true but you’re actually bearable to be around these days, occasional moments of TMI aside. It’s your call, but don’t be dumbass. Also, I know where you live.”
Evan discretely shuffles to the edge of the seat. “Does Daniel know you go around threatening his potential boyfriends?”
“I think he finds it funny,” Matt says easily.
It’s official, Evan’s in like with a sadist. Definitely a supervillain in the making. “I’m still gonna tell him about how you tricked and bullied me into this,” Evan says.
Matt's hand does a lazy wave thing. “Yeah, you do that, Not-broody Asian.”
“Inappropriate barista,” Evan farewells.
Okay, so Evan’s probably going to have to give up that title of King of One Night Stands, but if he plays his cards right, and beg like crazypants, he might be able to wrangle the title of Daniel’s Boyfriend. And on the whole...
...On the whole, he thinks he prefers the latter.
~ * ~ * ~
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:32pm
Hey, it’s me. Think I can come over tonight?
I’ve got to say some things I probably should’ve said a while ago.
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:33pm
Good things!
From: Daniel
To: Evan
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:34pm
I think you should know, you will have to grovel.
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:36pm
You just like me on my knees.
From: Daniel
To: Evan
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:37pm
No, I just like you.
~ * ~ * ~
"I like you too."
"And how're those metaphorical ovaries treating you, Evan?"
"It's a good thing snark turns me on, you hypocrite. And open the door, it's freezing."
Genre: slash
Notes:
1) This is the writing journal for zeffy_amethyst.
2) This fic is a continuation of this one
3) Daniel and Evan are now part of the superhero world. ^_^
Summary: The texts Evan didn't send. And the ones he did.
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 02/05/20xx 03:00pm
Sorry about tonight. I’ve just got all these assignments and|
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 12/05/20xx 11:33pm
I’m not avoiding you. I’m bus|
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 15/05/20xx 09:54pm
I don’t think this is gonna work. You’re |
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 16/05/20xx 12:19am
Uh, so, what'd I say last night? I was pretty drun|
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Draft saved 20/05/20xx 03:00pm
Sorry.
~ * ~ * ~
Not to boast or anything, but Evan’s the King of One Night Stands. He’s got the whole thing down to an art, from pick-ups to morning afters, and he doesn’t do repeats.
So it’s kind of blowing his mind that not only has he slept with Daniel more than once - nineteen times and three quarters - but he’s not planning on stopping any time soon. Someone, somewhere, had fucked with reality as Evan knew it, and when he finds out which supervillain is responsible, he’s gonna be really, you know, pissed off.
He’s trying not to freak out about it or anything, but six years of being a gigantic slut and then not is giving him whiplash.
But. Daniel.
He’s pretty much perfect.
Not as in no flaw because he’s definitely got some issues to work through and these annoying habits that drive Evan up the wall sometimes. But he’s perfect for Evan. Daniel’s snarky in that deadpan way that Evan likes, and he rolls with the punches even when the punch is Evan in exam mode. And he doesn’t take Evan’s crap or any kind of crap at all, from anyone. He even listens to Evan whine, and then he’ll say something that makes Evan laugh and it’s not such a disaster anymore.
But best of all? He’s normal. Not powered. Not crazy smart. Not destined to save this world or that. He's plain old Daniel, and he makes Evan smile.
And Evan’s got an awesome superhero power that could plausibly have made Daniel so perfect, but something like shame and disappointment twists his stomach when he thinks too hard about it, so Evan doesn’t.
Anyway, back to the boy that was perfect for Evan and was therefore, very likely, to get stuffed in a fridge. Or turn evil. It's how these things go, okay?
Which really has nothing to do with why Evan’s sitting in the uni coffee shop, staring at his phone, at the picture of Daniel asleep and drooling over his textbook, like some stalker. It's a nice picture though. Daniel’s got these stupidly long lashes that Evan’s sister would kill a clown for and his mouth is half-open, like he’s -
“Broody Asian!”
“Racist barista,” Evan greeted.
Matt grins and sprawls all over the seat, a towel draped over one shoulder and his faded black shirt threatening to rip under the pressure of Matt’s bulging biceps. He would’ve been Evan’s type, except for the part where he had too much self-esteem to sleep with Evan. “Inappropriate barista, thank you. So, who’s the guy?”
“What guy?” Evan says, and tucks away his phone discretely.
“The guy who’s got you moping like a purple prose damsel. C’mon, I’ve only got ten minutes, and your dramas always take longer than that.”
Evan rolls his eyes and folds his arms and says, “who says there’s a guy?”
Matt’s grin widens.
“Urgh, fine, so there’s a guy.”
“Aha! What’d you do? What’d he do?”
Evan eyes Matt. “Your avid interest in my affairs? Little disturbing.”
Matt eyes him right back. “Dude, what’s disturbing is that you haven’t hit on me for six months now. It’s even creeping Nick out.”
“Nick?”
“Tall guy. Curly hair. Green eyes.” Matt looks at Evan expectantly. “Any of that ringing a bell?”
Evan slowly shakes his head.
“Wow,” Matt says, “uh, okay, you two fucked. Last semester. Library stacks?”
A lightbulb went off in Evan’s head. “Oh! Shakespeare guy. He works here?”
A beat. “Yeah. And his name’s Nick, and he throws a fit every time you come in. He also likes to hide behind the machine because....eh, who knows. But dude, you really don’t remember his name?” asks Matt, and Evan hears incredulity in his voice.
Evan squirms in his seat and fiddles with the curled up corner of the menu. “Let’s move beyond my douchiness, it’ll do no one any good right now, and you’ve only got seven minutes.”
Matt lets out this soft disbelieving laugh, like he doesn’t know what to make of Evan. “Man, you're one of a kind. I’ll give you that. Okay, go on.”
“Please recognise that the only reason I’m telling you this is because you caught me at a vulnerable moment,” Evan says, in case Matt gets any ideas - Evan’s got enough interfering busybody friends already, thanks - “So there’s a guy, I picked him up - actually, he picked me up and turns out we sort of already knew each other and, long story short, there was pretty epic sex. There was more sex a couple of days after, equally epic, and I have no idea how it happened but its six months later and we’re still having epic sex.” Well, technically five. Because Evan was a non-confrontational wuss, but Matt doesn’t need to know that little detail.
Silence for a very long moment as Matt’s face goes from amused to confused and back to amused again. “Lemme get this straight, regular epic sex has you looking like someone killed your puppy? Jeez, I’d hate to see what normal sex does to you.”
“No!” Evan says, throwing up his hands, “It’s not that!” He wishes. Life would be a whole lot sweeter if the only problem he had was too much sex.
“Oh, thank god,” Matt remarks, “killing you on behalf of all those stuck in a dry spell would suck a bitch.”
Ah, so this is why Evan’s never really had a long conversation with Matt before; because he’s a dick. “Yeah, shut up. Look, you know I don’t do the regular sex with only one person thing. I was born to be shared. But he’s...he’s weirdly immune to my brush off. I mean, it’s like I think about telling him, ‘hey, it’s been fun, but all good things come to an end,’ but the words never make it to my mouth.”
“Is that because he’s got his dick in it?” Matt asks, eyes wide and lips twisted into a smirk.
Evan scowls. “Ha, ha. No. Any more helpful insight, you smarmy prick?”
“Actually yeah, and if you call me a girl after this I’m telling Nick you don’t remember him. Do you like him?”
“Nick?”
Matt’s stare is decidedly unfriendly. “Stop being a dick in denial for one minute.”
This is exactly what Evan was hoping to avoid by staring at that picture of Daniel. Although, the fact that he was staring at a picture of some dude sleeping is probably an answer in and of itself. “He’s fun to hang out with and he’s funny wit - what?” he demands of Matt’s unimpressed roll of the eyes, “I’m emotionally constipated, okay? This is all the answer you’re gonna get.”
Matt’s groan is muffled by his palms and Evan tries his best not to get all defensive, which is hard because it’s what he does best. Besides having awesome one night stands. “Okay,” Matt says, determinedly, like he’s gonna get through this even if it kills him, “okay, all this epic sex? While you’ve been having them, have you been getting off with anyone else?” And he sounds...intense, but Evan chalks that up to Matt being weirdly invested in Evan’s love life.
“It’s nice that you think so highly of my recovery time, but when I say epic, I mean...epic. Epically a lot. I don’t make the little guys that fast.”
“Your sleaziness and TMI always manages to surprise me,” Matt says with a tight smile. “And do you guys do things other than fuck?”
Evan tries not to squirm under the weight of that question. But his fingers are twitching and his converse shoes taps out a nervous rhythm on the wooden parquetry. “We - I mean, sometimes, we just hang out. We both like the same shows, and read the same kind of books, and we like the same kind of food, so yeah, when it's convenient we get dinner or whatever together and watch the telly. Sometimes.”
Matt nods sagely, and leans forward, pinning Evan to the chair with his looming presence and his flinty green stare. Something about that unwavering, flat gaze sends a chill down Evan’s body, skin prickling with premonition. This...is not good. “You’re going to listen to me very carefully, Evan Phillips. You’re going to finish that coffee. Then you’re going to get up off your arse. You’re going to walk out that door. Call Danny. And stop making him fucking miserable with your stupid, pointless angsting. Or I’m going to make you regret ever messing with my best friend. Okay?” And Matt smiles.
It’s entirely possible that Evan’s brain short-circuits because following that abrupt and entirely terrifying speech, the only thing he can think to say is, “holy shit, you’re the best friend with the castrating fetish.”
Matt shrugs. “Yep. And you’re Danny’s white knight.”
“Uh, not really ‘cos - “ Evan pauses, “Danny? He lets you call him that?”
“It’s amazing what blackmail gets you.” Matt smiles again, but it’s not the balls-curdling, teeth-baring smile of before. He’s smiling for the sake of smiling, because he’s happy, and in its own way, it’s scarier. It’s the kind of smile that you wouldn’t want to disappoint. “But, seriously, whatever hang-ups you have about this thing with Danny? He’s worth it. You make him happy. And I don’t know if the opposite’s true but you’re actually bearable to be around these days, occasional moments of TMI aside. It’s your call, but don’t be dumbass. Also, I know where you live.”
Evan discretely shuffles to the edge of the seat. “Does Daniel know you go around threatening his potential boyfriends?”
“I think he finds it funny,” Matt says easily.
It’s official, Evan’s in like with a sadist. Definitely a supervillain in the making. “I’m still gonna tell him about how you tricked and bullied me into this,” Evan says.
Matt's hand does a lazy wave thing. “Yeah, you do that, Not-broody Asian.”
“Inappropriate barista,” Evan farewells.
Okay, so Evan’s probably going to have to give up that title of King of One Night Stands, but if he plays his cards right, and beg like crazypants, he might be able to wrangle the title of Daniel’s Boyfriend. And on the whole...
...On the whole, he thinks he prefers the latter.
~ * ~ * ~
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:32pm
Hey, it’s me. Think I can come over tonight?
I’ve got to say some things I probably should’ve said a while ago.
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:33pm
Good things!
From: Daniel
To: Evan
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:34pm
I think you should know, you will have to grovel.
From: Evan
To: Daniel
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:36pm
You just like me on my knees.
From: Daniel
To: Evan
Sent 21/05/20xx 05:37pm
No, I just like you.
~ * ~ * ~
"I like you too."
"And how're those metaphorical ovaries treating you, Evan?"
"It's a good thing snark turns me on, you hypocrite. And open the door, it's freezing."