Fics like Me, Into Boys? No, Just Into My Best Friend

All the attention is on him again, and Damian has to resist the urge to shrink in his seat. He knows nothing bad is going to happen; his siblings, of all people, are the ones most likely to understand what he's going through, but he would've preferred they stay out of his business until he had time to organized his thoughts. In this family, no secret ever lasts long. It's like they say, rip the Band-Aid off. "Someone confessed to me during recess," he says flatly, bringing a slice of tomato to his mouth. The table falls into complete silence. The only sound is the clatter of silverware against the ceramic plates and someone choking, though Damian isn't entirely sure who, and he doesn't look up to find out. Three seconds pass, and it feels like no one is breathing, no one moving, no one saying a word. And then all hell breaks loose. Or: Damian comes to a conclusion after someone confesses to him at school and then makes the grave mistake of thinking he can keep it from his nosy family. It’s not all bad—but maybe consulting the internet would've been a better idea.

Fics like Me, Into Boys? No, Just Into My Best Friend

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