the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

too good to be true

i'm lame and uncreative so we're just using actual superheroes and the villain's name from the book i have with my lovely girlfriend alyssamwarren, superboy

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It was Mitch's fault. All of it. He shoud've remembered that his costume was in his backpack upstairs. He should've known that Scott would get curious and look inside of it.

They were cuddling on the couch in Mitch's apartment. Mitch was on top of Scott, his head on the taller man's chest, and Scott's arms were wrapped loosely around Mitch's waist. Their eyes were on the TV, as it was playing the 2017 version of Disney's Beauty and the Beast. "Scotty?" Mitch murmured about a quarter of the way through the movie, peeking up at him. Scott hummed in acknowledgement, tearing his gaze away from Emma Watson for only a second to glance down at his boyfriend. Mitch put on his sweetest smile, and he leaned up to kiss Scott's jaw. "Will you pretty please go upstairs and get my comforter off my bed? I'm cold." Scott frowned down at him, but Mitch fluttered his eyelashes and put on a pout, and he was caving in an instant. "You're lucky I love you," he mumbled, bending down to peck Mitch's lips briefly before he disappeared upstairs. Mitch giggled to himself and sat up to wait for his return.

Scott grabbed the comforter off Mitch's bed like he was told, but the open closet door caught his eye. He set the blanket down for a moment and went to close it, knowing Mitch hated having it open when things were getting steamy and they most likely would later that night. However, he furrowed his brows when he saw a small backpack in the corner of the closet. Scott hesitated briefly, sending a quick glance towards the door to make sure Mitch hadn't come up to check on him, before he opened it. His eyes widened at the sight of the costume of his nemesis, Mist. Why would Mitch have this?

"Mitch?" Mitch looked up at the sound of his name, a smile on his lips, but it faded when he saw the look on his boyfriend's face. "Yeah? Is something wrong?" he asked nervously, not liking how Scott was looking at him. Scott wordlessly held out the costume, and Mitch's eyes widened, his heart picking up several notches. "H-How did you find that?"

"It's not important. What is important, however, is why it was in your closet."

"I- I-..." Mitch whimpered, shaking his head quickly. "I was him for H-Halloween."

Scott shook his head, his eyes darkening a bit. "Do not lie to me, Mitchell. Answer me. Are you him? Are you my arch nemesis?"

Mitch whimpered again, shrinking into himself. He was trying in vain to blink away the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, and his nails were digging into his thighs to hide how his hands were shaking. "Y-Yes, but—"

"I can't believe you, Mitch." Mitch flinched at how cold Scott's voice was, and he could only watch as the love of his life practically threw both the blanket and his costume at him. "I can't believe I actually thought you loved me. This was all just a ploy to defeat me, wasn't it? Well, guess what? It's not going to work. I won't let you maniuplate me anymore. We're done," Scott snapped, grabbing his phone off the coffee table. Mitch sobbed and shook his head, scrambling to get up. "S-Scott, wait. P-Please, don't do this." Scott shook his head and left without another word, slamming the door behind himself.

Mitch stared at the door for a long time, and soft, restrained sobs began to shake his body. His hands gripped the comforter tightly, his entire body trembling as the sobs got louder and louder until he was crying into it on the floor. "H-How could I have been so st-stupid?" he sobbed, pulling at his hair. "I sh-should've known it was t-too good to be t-true. H-He was t-too good t-to be tr-ue."