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I didn’t realize how much I needed to reread this after losing my dad unexpectedly a few weeks ago. It’s an awful spot to be in, and I wish I had a real life Jaybabe here to help through it all, but for now this will have to be as close as I get. This blog has in the past helped me cope through some really hard times, and maybe this will make me more active here again, but please bear with me while I figure that out. My dad was a really great dad, and I really wish he were still here
Okay to Not Be Okay
For @avengerdragoness
Jules, I am so sorry for your loss. I know this fic can’t fix everything for you, but if for just a moment it helps, that’s all I can hope for. Take all of the time you need, and remember that grieving and coping is going to happen on your own timetable, no one else’s. You may feel lost, but you’ve got friends here happy to guide and support you through everything. Much love and all my condolences, Rynne
Word Count: 545
You were numb. You wished you could be angry or heartbroken or just about anything. Anything would be better than being frozen in this moment for an eternity. It was as though you were stuck in this singular moment that decided to drag on forever.
“Just give me two more minutes and I’ll be ready to head ou-” Jason called out as he rounded out the hallway on his way to bring his coffee mug back to the kitchen. When he saw the slack look on your face, he knew it wasn’t good.
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even acknowledge he was in the room with you. You didn’t need to; Jason could always read you and he could tell you just received the worst news of your life. Jason had his arms around you in an instant, reminding your brain to feel. The numbness was gone, but overwhelming sadness took its place.
“I….I thought I had more time,” you stammered as the tears began to fall.
“We always do, especially with our parents,” Jason whispered as he began to rub circles on your back, “but fate is fickle like that.”
Jason guided you down to the couch, never letting you out of his embrace. The rain had just begun to fall outside, and he mused how even the weather was here to commiserate with you.
“But we were going to go see him,” you sobbed.
“I know.”
“I should have gone to the hospital yesterday.”
“Don’t do this to yourself,” Jason chided. He held you out to look you square in the face. “You can’t let this be a ‘should’ve, could’ve, would’ve’ situation for you. Nothing you could have done yesterday would change the hurt you’re feeling right now.”
You crumbled into his chest. He was right, but knowing that wasn’t going to make you feel any better. The next wave of sobs came full force and you could feel Jason kiss the top of your head before resting his cheek on your head.
Jason let you cry into him until your body couldn’t cry anymore. You were already beyond exhausted and you hadn’t made it out of the apartment yet. You went through the motions of finishing getting yourself ready and out the door even if you didn’t know what to do with yourself now. You looked lost as you walked over to the entryway of the apartment when Jason came to your rescue once again.
“C’mon, let’s stay here and regroup today,” Jason offered. “I know you’re not okay, and it’s okay to not be okay. I’m going to be right here with you and taking care of you until you are, just like you always are for me.”
Jason almost thought he saw a shadow of a smile come back to your face as you came and collapsed against him on the couch. You could feel the warmth of his love and support guiding you through the sadness, and the relief washed over you that you weren’t numb anymore.
“I love you,” you sighed as you succumbed to the exhaustion.
“I love you too and I’m going to be right here always,” Jason assured you, making sure that was the last thing you heard as you began to doze off.
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Masterlist
Updated ½/2020
As always, if any of the links aren’t working, please let me know and I’ll go in and fix it.
Bruce:
It’s Too Damn Hot
Just A Glance
For Better or Worse
Enough
A Brand New Birthday
Dear Mr. Pennyworth
Hard Work Pays Off
Two and a Half Years
Toxic Dreams
Bridging the Gap
Died With Them
Thousands of Years
Hay Fever
Hush Little Baby
Make It Home
So You Call Those Pajamas?
Act Your Age
Life Can Be Funny
Not Another Secret
For Your Art
Under the Radar
Travel Buddies
Last One In, First One Out
Thawed Out
Home Shopping
Fit Right In
The Grave Misunderstanding
That Kind of Meta
That Apple
Super Secret
Sympathy Moodiness
Changes
BatNurse
Rain, Rain Go Away
A Prior Engagement
Damian:
No More Livestock
Protector to the Heir
Protected by the Heir
Blood Strangers
Ridiculous
Break the Hold
Happy Never Lasts
Toys
Bickering
What Makes You Mine
Just Pretend
Interrupted
The Day Our World Changed, Again
Put in the Effort
Oopsie!
Selfish or Not
A Fate of Your Own
The Family Business
Peaceful Lullaby
Super Switch
Love Isn’t Earned
It’s Okay
A Sympathetic Ear
To Ask Forgiveness
Dick:
Crazy Cat Lady
Mr. Goodbutt
This Means War
Circus Kids
A New Act
Everything to Him
Best Team Around
Not Wrong
Time of the Month
Chaos
Call it a Hunch
The Move
Migraines
Blue Hair
The Fitted Sheet
A Father’s Fear
She’s Still Here
On the Road Again
Short Stack
History Repeats
Let Me Teach You
The Only Constant Is Change
Growing Pains
Not Always Exciting
Jason:
Candle Hog
Get Your Days Straight
Stakeout
We Had A Plan
Even When Things Change, They Really Don’t
As Long As I’m Still Your Idiot
Date Night to Remember
Goodnight Sweetheart
The Wood Anniversary
Rough Day
Not A Trophy
Ingenuity
You Sleep Like a Dead Person
Tinderella
My Kind of Day
Her Scout
My Perfect Recipe
Ass Face
Bad Guys and You
If We Do
Can’t Lose You Too
Pretty Damn Special
A Damn Special Day
A Damn Special Life
Stubborn Sniffles
Extra Work
Catcalled
A Guardian Angel
A Little Bit Safer
Arkham Knight and the Princess
Homecoming Intimidation
Two of a Kind
Roll with the Punches
Woman, Amen
And You Are?
Not the Only One
Not Alone
Get a Rise
See the Best
Secret Life
Never Leave Again
Secrets Shared
Relapse
Thawed Heart
23 & Me
To Be Loved
23 & Us
Okay to Not Be Okay
Old Time Rock & Roll
Masks
Meet Cute?
Let Go
Need a Finger
General Batfamily:
I Told You So
I Told You So, Too
The Ones Who Have Your Back
Just Like Us
The Life You Got Back
A Different Kind of Attack
Flesh and Bone
300 Follower Sentence Starters
Christmas Spirit
#TeamJustFriends
All the Bat’s Men
Swim Lessons
You Have a Whole Manor!!
Where the Tide Takes You
Nook
Like Father, Like Daughter
Quake
Daycare
Wayne Kid Game Night
Grocery Dates
General DC:
The Judgement of Friends
More than Blood
One Thing In Common
Meet the Team
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Are requests open
Honestly, your guess is as good as mine at this point. You’re welcome to drop something in the ask box, but I haven’t been writing like I used to (and want to) so I have zero time frame on when anything may be fulfilled. Sorry it’s kind of a wishy-washy answer.
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She’s gotten so big since that first photo dump. I can’t stand it! I’m still so in love with this little cutie 🥰🥰
As proof that I’m not dead here is some thing I’ve been up to. As of yesterday I am a cat mom to this cutie. Introducing little miss Pignoli!
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As proof that I’m not dead here is some thing I’ve been up to. As of yesterday I am a cat mom to this cutie. Introducing little miss Pignoli!
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Christmas Spirit
Request: Can I request a holiday fic where Bruce yells at batsis(age 10-12) for being to childish because she wants to celebrate Christmas? So her brothers celebrate Christmas with her?
Requested by: Anon
Word Count: 708
Requests are Open HERE.
Even though you’d never had a big Christmas with a lot of presents, it was still your favorite holiday. Usually your mom would get a few extra days off, and you’d spend the holiday decorating and going around to see all of the festive decorations around Gotham.
You were trying to make it look like Christmas in the manor, just like your mom would make it look like Christmas in your apartment. You had started with your bedroom, adding some lights and tinsel to your curtains.
Next, you’d honed in on making the study warm and festive. You figured even while your father was working in there, he wouldn’t mind if you quietly put up some lights and garland. At first, he didn’t seem to notice that you’d even come into the study, but when you accidentally knocked a couple of things off the mantle, he snapped and yelled at you for making such a mess.
Dick had been walking down the hall when you came out of the study trying not to cry. As soon as he put his arms around you, you began sobbing. Instead of starting an argument with your dad about what had happened, he helped you decorate everybody else’s bedrooms. Everyday through Christmas morning, Dick did every Christmas activity with you, just trying to keep your spirit going.
After doing presents with your brothers and Alfred, you watched silently from the stairs leading down to the batcave as Alfred completed your request and delivered your Christmas present to your father. The wound was still fresh from when he had snapped at you, but you sincerely hoped that he would like what you put together for him.
“Master Bruce, Miss Y/N asked that I bring this down to you,” Alfred said coldly as he handed off your neatly wrapped present.
It took a moment for your father to realize what was happening and to open the present. As he read the note you’d placed in the box with the scarf you’d crocheted, he only seemed to get more confused.
“Why didn’t she bring it down herself?” he asked. It was so unlike you to have Alfred act as your go between. He knew he’d been focused on this case, but since you’d figured out about Batman, you would come down to the cave to see him yourself.
“Perhaps she is trying to avoid being snapped at for trying to bring some Christmas spirit into the manor. In case you don’t recall, this past year has been tough on your daughter and she shouldn’t have to suffer such an emotional blow for trying to make the best of all the changes that have been thrown her way,” Alfred scolded him
You’d heard enough, and not wanting to feel anymore guilt for trying to celebrate or for eavesdropping, you made your way back upstairs. This morning, Jason and Dick had helped you bake some reindeer cookies in an effort to make your first Christmas at the manor a little happier.
Finally dragging himself out of the cave, your father had finally decided his plan for apologizing to you. It had been so long since anyone in the manor was truly a child, he’d just about forgotten what it was like to have that wonder and excitement around. It didn’t make how he made you feel right, but he still hoped you’d forgive him. Following the sound of a movie, he found you in the media room, asleep in between your brothers with a plate of half eaten reindeer cookies settled on your lap.
As he gently lifted the plate from your lap, your little eyes began to flutter open. Seeing you were awake, he settled the plate beside him on the floor. He leaned in and whispered, “Merry Christmas, Y/N. You are the greatest Christmas present I have ever gotten. I’m sorry I hurt you and I’d like to make it up to you.”
Leaving your brothers behind, you launched yourself into dad’s arms. You cuddled close into him, letting him carry you up to bed. This may not have been like the Christmases you had with your mom, but in the end it still worked out to be a happy holiday for you.
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Need a Finger
Summary: Jason decides to joke around a bit as you need some help from him to finish wrapping all of this year’s Christmas presents.
Word Count: 458
Requests are Open
The end was finally in sight. The pile of unwrapped gifts was finally smaller than the pile of gifts ready to be placed under the tree. It had just taken two vacation days off of work to get everything done, but you were almost there.
“I grabbed a couple more gifts, if you don’t mind,” Jason informed you as he put more gifts in the unwrapped pile for you to wrap.
Looking over the newest additions, you quirked an eyebrow. “Really, Jason?” you shot back. “If this is what you call a ‘couple more,’ I’m getting a little concerned with how you quantify things. If this is just a couple of gifts, is this what you really mean when you say you had a couple of thugs shooting at you on patrol?”
Jason realized too late that he’d given away his little white lie to placate you and your concern for him out on patrol at night. You didn’t want to tell him that his nervous chuckle really gave him away to you.
“You know what, don’t answer that,” you cut him off as he opened his mouth to answer. “I already can’t really sleep with worry, and I don’t need it to be any worse.”
Jason gave you a soft and appreciative smile as he rubbed your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. He moved to go to the kitchen, but stopped when you called him.
“Jay, I need your finger,” you said as you were trying to get the ribbon on the gift box to sit just right.
“Sure thing,” Jason said with a smirk. “I’ll even give you two.”
When you looked up, Jason had two middle fingers up held up in front of you. He waved them around as you rolled your eyes in response.
“On your brother’s present,” you reminded him. “I need to tie the bow and it’s just not sitting right for me. That is, unless you’d like to wrap these yourself.”
Jason sat next to you and obliged your request. As you finished tying the bow, Jason slipped his hand away from the gift. “Babe, I need to borrow your finger now,” he said gently.
He took your hand in his and when you looked down, he had slipped an engagement ring on your finger. You gazed at the ring in speechless awe.
“So, will you…you know, marry me?” he asked shyly.
“Of course, Jason!” you exclaimed as you turned from your spot on the floor to kiss him. Jason took a moment to respond, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
This would be the best Christmas you’d had, and it didn’t matter that you still had a pile far too large of presents left to wrap.
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Are you okay? I haven’t seen you post in a while and I miss you and hope you’re doing okay!
I'm doing okay, and I miss all of you too! I know I've been terribly MIA between work and focusing creative efforts on the blanket I'm making for my sister. I've got so many things half-written that I have to focus on and finish.
I do try to check my notifications semi regularly though if anyone wants to drop in and say hi!
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Do you know who else is tired of Dick Grayson being overly sexualized? Bruce.
Bruce always breaks his persona when people start making inappropriate comments about Dick
He’s always quick to send out a tweet to shame a magazine if they sexualize Dick (which is often) and he’s made many paragraphs about it
Dick can’t wear sweatpants without comments being made, Dick tried his best to hide from paps when he’s at the beach or swimming somewhere
And Bruce is quick to shutdown anything on Nightwing as well if it’s spoken in his presence, “Nightwing isn’t looking for attention. He’s trying to keep people safe”
“Yea, that costume doesn’t scream attention”
Bruce: “Nightwing is obviously some sort of gymnast if you seen any of the videos online- which I’m sure you have if you can remember so clearly how his costume looks, and that outfit helps him move freely”
And after what Dick went through with Tarantula, Bruce is quick to snap something out. He will not let his son endure that kind of abuse from the media and strangers, not if he’s around
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I was tagged by the ever so lovely @uncpanda thank you so much!!
Three ships: is it bad if I totally take your approach and go with I really have gotten out of the ship game since I started participating in reader inserts? My old tried-and-true go-tos though have always been Luke and Lorelai, and Rory and the man Jess grew into after all of that character development
Last Song: Die a Happy Man by Thomas Rhett
Last Movie: are we counting movies that I put on for the sole purpose of falling asleep to because in that case it is Thor: Ragnarok but if not and it’s movies that I actually stayed awake and watched to completion, it is Vacation Friends
Currently Reading: mostly crochet patterns, but when I have the time and energy my current book is Star Wars: X-Wing: Bacta War
Currently craving: probably my favorite potato chips. I love Utz Red Hots (and most things spicy)
I have no idea who to tag, so I guess, anybody who wants to do this and tag me so I can see it ☺️
Tag Game!!!
I was tagged by:
@ssahotchnerxx 😍 & @g-l-pierce 😍
Tag some people you want to get to know better!
Three ships: ehhhhhhhh…. Not so much. However, there are some really good fics out there that are ships, and I’ve read them and was not disappointed. I just pretend it’s me 😂😂😂
Last song: Happiest Girl (Jack Mix) by Depeche Mode. It’s kinda my theme song.
Last movie: Might have been Snatch. I can’t remember.
Currently reading: Mary Magdalene Revealed by Meghan Watterson, The Book of Celtic Magic by Kristoffer Hughes, tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom, Avalon Within by Jhenah Telyndru, Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer. And many more including several craniosacral therapy and other anatomy reference books.
Currently craving: a forest bath, an orgasm or three, and Aaron Hotchner.
No pressure tags: @alvfr @ssamorganhotchner @scuttling @g-l-pierce @ssahotchnerxx @hotforhotchner11 @villainswithbenefits @whoreforhotchner @arsonhotchner @uncpanda
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omg omg omg!!!!! i love love loved pizza and beer! like you don't even know how much i love it and needed it in my life. keep doing what you're doing bc you're amazing!!
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the enthusiasm 🥰 you have no idea how long I worked that idea before I got that final result. I think it was like 2 years on and off, but I’m very happy with how it came out.
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Pizza and Beer
Summary: When friends move, you help out in exchange for pizza and beer. Those are the rules, even when you don’t like beer and you like your friend way more than just a friend.
Word Count: 1353
The offer had been simple enough. Jason offered you pizza and beer if you helped him move. You weren’t sure how much help you could actually be, but you weren’t about to pass up the chance to spend the day with your friend. Deep down, though, you wished this was a moving in together kind of move instead, but for as well as Jason knew you, he was no mind reader, especially when it came to your feelings for him.
You were surprised when you got out of the moving truck he’d rented to find all of the big furniture had already been moved in. You assumed that meant he’d already moved his gear to avoid any wandering eyes as well. Together, you spent all morning moving all of the smaller boxes in tandem. The time flew by as you both joked around with each pass in the hallway and stairwell.
Before you knew it, every last box was upstairs and you were busying yourself unpacking them while Jason took care of grabbing the pizza he’d promised you. This may not be your home, but you tried to add your personal touch to the apartment.
“Helping reward’s here,” he announced as he set the pizza box and a couple of beers on the empty coffee table. You made a mental note to grab some large decorative books for him to put there. With a smile, you got up from your spot in front of the bookcase and joined him on the couch for a well deserved break.
The two of you had finished most of the pizza, and were quite satisfied you’d found the best pizza spot in the neighborhood, before Jason noticed he was the only one with an empty bottle. When he looked a little closer he realized you hadn’t even touched the beer he’d grabbed for you.
“You good over there?” he asked. You almost thought he might still be joking around and about to make some crack about some pizza spilled on your shirt. When you looked down and confirmed nothing had fallen onto your shirt, you couldn’t hide the confusion that painted your face and furrowed your brows together.
“Yeah,” you confirmed cautiously. “Why?”
“I mean you’ve busted your ass all day and now you won’t touch your beer,” he explained. “You usually go drink for drink with me and now you’re not so it seems like something’s wrong.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I just don’t like beer,” you explained. His puzzled look begged you to continue. “When we’re at the bar I always get mixed drinks or wine. Now if you’d made a pitcher of margaritas, you never would have had a chance to even try them. But a blender really isn’t the top of the list to unpack.”
You may have answered his question, but you left him with so many more. He brought his own drink to his mouth in an attempt to hide his visible confusion. It almost worked, but you caught the way his brows furrowed from above the bottle.
“It’s probably safer this way anyway,” you remarked, trying to inject a bit of humor. “You know me and tequila are a dangerous combination. Just like the song, sometimes it just means clothes start falling off.”
Jason hummed in absent agreement, but you could tell you’d already lost him. He’d jumped down the rabbit hole of questions, and he wasn’t going to be really listening, or at least processing what was said, until he reemerged.
“So why’d you come today?” he asked. “When I asked you, I told you I’d get pizza and beer, so you knew I didn’t have anything else to offer, but you still accepted.”
It felt like a now or never kind of moment. One of the ones where you could be bold or you could be practical. You mulled over your options for what felt like an eternity, and while you wanted to be bold, you didn’t want to lose what you had. Instead of answering, you grabbed another piece of pizza to buy a little time. The eye roll you got in return told you Jason knew exactly what you were doing.
“I thought I could be helpful,” you finally answered as you finished your slice.
“That doesn’t feel like the whole answer,” Jason scoffed.
“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But it also begs the question why you asked me to come help today if you already had everything moved in up here but some boxes in a half empty moving truck, or why I’m the only person you asked to come help you?”
Taking a page out of your book, Jason snagged your untouched beer to avoid having to answer.
“You want a full answer? I’ll give you as full an answer as you’ll get for right now,” you began. Now it seemed you may have finally found the courage to be bold. “I wanted to spend time with you. You’re always off wrangling supervillains and drug lords, which don’t get me wrong is great and all. It has dropped the number of break-ins in my building to almost none. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, because I do. I always do. A lot.”
He started to choke on his drink, telling you you’d given a little more of an answer than you’d wanted to give. You couldn’t say you were a fan of this emotional vulnerability, but your chest did feel ever so slightly lighter. You tried to read his face for a moment for some sort of reciprocation, but feeling the heat rise in your own face forced you to turn back to your empty plate. Your eyes only darted back over to him once you heard the bottle connect with the table.
“Maybe I wanted to spend time with you too. Maybe I didn’t want all of the noise with my brothers and Roy around, especially when they manage to break something.” With each ‘maybe,’ his voice grew a little more pointed and defensive, and you thought you could see a vulnerability that mirrored your own in his eyes. “Maybe I wanted this place to have your touch and feel like you. Maybe -”
You cut him off, leaning across the couch and kissing him. It was too rare in life that you got a second chance on a now or never moment, and you didn’t want to squander it. You could only describe the feeling as a wave of excitement followed by a rush of relief when he raised his hand to your face and pulled you closer, returning the kiss.
“Maybe,” his voice was softer now, almost cracking, “Maybe I’ve wanted that to happen for a very long time.”
You felt breathless, but that didn’t stop the smile from growing across your face. This time when you looked in his eyes, they seemed to share your mixture of excitement and relief. You couldn’t help yourself as a small chuckle broke through.
“You like me, you really, really like me,” you teased in a sing-song voice, only pausing to make kissy noises in the air. “You like -”
Having had his own feelings confirmed, Jason cut off your teasing as he pulled you into another kiss. When you both finally let go, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, watching as your eyes shifted back into focus. He wore a self-assured grin as he said, “There’s no maybe about that.”
“No, I don’t think there is,” you agreed. You sat back a little, trying to sear this moment into your memory forever. “Who would’ve thought a stupid beer could make this happen?”
“I should have brought you some beer to not drink ages ago,” he joked, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You settled into your contentment in his arms, knowing now you may never have to leave this feeling again. “Next time I’ll have tequila, it sounded like those consequences are fun.”
You rolled your eyes in response as you wiggled a little closer into his side. Yeah, some post-margarita consequences now sounded a lot more appealing.
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Jason: @jason-todd-rh @princessowly1234 @manymanyenvelopes @drarrylov3r @axa-vega
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Pizza and Beer
Summary: When friends move, you help out in exchange for pizza and beer. Those are the rules, even when you don’t like beer and you like your friend way more than just a friend.
Word Count: 1353
The offer had been simple enough. Jason offered you pizza and beer if you helped him move. You weren’t sure how much help you could actually be, but you weren’t about to pass up the chance to spend the day with your friend. Deep down, though, you wished this was a moving in together kind of move instead, but for as well as Jason knew you, he was no mind reader, especially when it came to your feelings for him.
You were surprised when you got out of the moving truck he’d rented to find all of the big furniture had already been moved in. You assumed that meant he’d already moved his gear to avoid any wandering eyes as well. Together, you spent all morning moving all of the smaller boxes in tandem. The time flew by as you both joked around with each pass in the hallway and stairwell.
Before you knew it, every last box was upstairs and you were busying yourself unpacking them while Jason took care of grabbing the pizza he’d promised you. This may not be your home, but you tried to add your personal touch to the apartment.
“Helping reward’s here,” he announced as he set the pizza box and a couple of beers on the empty coffee table. You made a mental note to grab some large decorative books for him to put there. With a smile, you got up from your spot in front of the bookcase and joined him on the couch for a well deserved break.
The two of you had finished most of the pizza, and were quite satisfied you’d found the best pizza spot in the neighborhood, before Jason noticed he was the only one with an empty bottle. When he looked a little closer he realized you hadn’t even touched the beer he’d grabbed for you.
“You good over there?” he asked. You almost thought he might still be joking around and about to make some crack about some pizza spilled on your shirt. When you looked down and confirmed nothing had fallen onto your shirt, you couldn’t hide the confusion that painted your face and furrowed your brows together.
“Yeah,” you confirmed cautiously. “Why?”
“I mean you’ve busted your ass all day and now you won’t touch your beer,” he explained. “You usually go drink for drink with me and now you’re not so it seems like something’s wrong.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I just don’t like beer,” you explained. His puzzled look begged you to continue. “When we’re at the bar I always get mixed drinks or wine. Now if you’d made a pitcher of margaritas, you never would have had a chance to even try them. But a blender really isn’t the top of the list to unpack.”
You may have answered his question, but you left him with so many more. He brought his own drink to his mouth in an attempt to hide his visible confusion. It almost worked, but you caught the way his brows furrowed from above the bottle.
“It’s probably safer this way anyway,” you remarked, trying to inject a bit of humor. “You know me and tequila are a dangerous combination. Just like the song, sometimes it just means clothes start falling off.”
Jason hummed in absent agreement, but you could tell you’d already lost him. He’d jumped down the rabbit hole of questions, and he wasn’t going to be really listening, or at least processing what was said, until he reemerged.
“So why’d you come today?” he asked. “When I asked you, I told you I’d get pizza and beer, so you knew I didn’t have anything else to offer, but you still accepted.”
It felt like a now or never kind of moment. One of the ones where you could be bold or you could be practical. You mulled over your options for what felt like an eternity, and while you wanted to be bold, you didn’t want to lose what you had. Instead of answering, you grabbed another piece of pizza to buy a little time. The eye roll you got in return told you Jason knew exactly what you were doing.
“I thought I could be helpful,” you finally answered as you finished your slice.
“That doesn’t feel like the whole answer,” Jason scoffed.
“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But it also begs the question why you asked me to come help today if you already had everything moved in up here but some boxes in a half empty moving truck, or why I’m the only person you asked to come help you?”
Taking a page out of your book, Jason snagged your untouched beer to avoid having to answer.
“You want a full answer? I’ll give you as full an answer as you’ll get for right now,” you began. Now it seemed you may have finally found the courage to be bold. “I wanted to spend time with you. You’re always off wrangling supervillains and drug lords, which don’t get me wrong is great and all. It has dropped the number of break-ins in my building to almost none. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, because I do. I always do. A lot.”
He started to choke on his drink, telling you you’d given a little more of an answer than you’d wanted to give. You couldn’t say you were a fan of this emotional vulnerability, but your chest did feel ever so slightly lighter. You tried to read his face for a moment for some sort of reciprocation, but feeling the heat rise in your own face forced you to turn back to your empty plate. Your eyes only darted back over to him once you heard the bottle connect with the table.
“Maybe I wanted to spend time with you too. Maybe I didn’t want all of the noise with my brothers and Roy around, especially when they manage to break something.” With each ‘maybe,’ his voice grew a little more pointed and defensive, and you thought you could see a vulnerability that mirrored your own in his eyes. “Maybe I wanted this place to have your touch and feel like you. Maybe -”
You cut him off, leaning across the couch and kissing him. It was too rare in life that you got a second chance on a now or never moment, and you didn’t want to squander it. You could only describe the feeling as a wave of excitement followed by a rush of relief when he raised his hand to your face and pulled you closer, returning the kiss.
“Maybe,” his voice was softer now, almost cracking, “Maybe I’ve wanted that to happen for a very long time.”
You felt breathless, but that didn’t stop the smile from growing across your face. This time when you looked in his eyes, they seemed to share your mixture of excitement and relief. You couldn’t help yourself as a small chuckle broke through.
“You like me, you really, really like me,” you teased in a sing-song voice, only pausing to make kissy noises in the air. “You like -”
Having had his own feelings confirmed, Jason cut off your teasing as he pulled you into another kiss. When you both finally let go, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, watching as your eyes shifted back into focus. He wore a self-assured grin as he said, “There’s no maybe about that.”
“No, I don’t think there is,” you agreed. You sat back a little, trying to sear this moment into your memory forever. “Who would’ve thought a stupid beer could make this happen?”
“I should have brought you some beer to not drink ages ago,” he joked, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You settled into your contentment in his arms, knowing now you may never have to leave this feeling again. “Next time I’ll have tequila, it sounded like those consequences are fun.”
You rolled your eyes in response as you wiggled a little closer into his side. Yeah, some post-margarita consequences now sounded a lot more appealing.
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Pizza and Beer
Summary: When friends move, you help out in exchange for pizza and beer. Those are the rules, even when you don’t like beer and you like your friend way more than just a friend.
Word Count: 1353
The offer had been simple enough. Jason offered you pizza and beer if you helped him move. You weren’t sure how much help you could actually be, but you weren’t about to pass up the chance to spend the day with your friend. Deep down, though, you wished this was a moving in together kind of move instead, but for as well as Jason knew you, he was no mind reader, especially when it came to your feelings for him.
You were surprised when you got out of the moving truck he’d rented to find all of the big furniture had already been moved in. You assumed that meant he’d already moved his gear to avoid any wandering eyes as well. Together, you spent all morning moving all of the smaller boxes in tandem. The time flew by as you both joked around with each pass in the hallway and stairwell.
Before you knew it, every last box was upstairs and you were busying yourself unpacking them while Jason took care of grabbing the pizza he’d promised you. This may not be your home, but you tried to add your personal touch to the apartment.
“Helping reward’s here,” he announced as he set the pizza box and a couple of beers on the empty coffee table. You made a mental note to grab some large decorative books for him to put there. With a smile, you got up from your spot in front of the bookcase and joined him on the couch for a well deserved break.
The two of you had finished most of the pizza, and were quite satisfied you’d found the best pizza spot in the neighborhood, before Jason noticed he was the only one with an empty bottle. When he looked a little closer he realized you hadn’t even touched the beer he’d grabbed for you.
“You good over there?” he asked. You almost thought he might still be joking around and about to make some crack about some pizza spilled on your shirt. When you looked down and confirmed nothing had fallen onto your shirt, you couldn’t hide the confusion that painted your face and furrowed your brows together.
“Yeah,” you confirmed cautiously. “Why?”
“I mean you’ve busted your ass all day and now you won’t touch your beer,” he explained. “You usually go drink for drink with me and now you’re not so it seems like something’s wrong.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I just don’t like beer,” you explained. His puzzled look begged you to continue. “When we’re at the bar I always get mixed drinks or wine. Now if you’d made a pitcher of margaritas, you never would have had a chance to even try them. But a blender really isn’t the top of the list to unpack.”
You may have answered his question, but you left him with so many more. He brought his own drink to his mouth in an attempt to hide his visible confusion. It almost worked, but you caught the way his brows furrowed from above the bottle.
“It’s probably safer this way anyway,” you remarked, trying to inject a bit of humor. “You know me and tequila are a dangerous combination. Just like the song, sometimes it just means clothes start falling off.”
Jason hummed in absent agreement, but you could tell you’d already lost him. He’d jumped down the rabbit hole of questions, and he wasn’t going to be really listening, or at least processing what was said, until he reemerged.
“So why’d you come today?” he asked. “When I asked you, I told you I’d get pizza and beer, so you knew I didn’t have anything else to offer, but you still accepted.”
It felt like a now or never kind of moment. One of the ones where you could be bold or you could be practical. You mulled over your options for what felt like an eternity, and while you wanted to be bold, you didn’t want to lose what you had. Instead of answering, you grabbed another piece of pizza to buy a little time. The eye roll you got in return told you Jason knew exactly what you were doing.
“I thought I could be helpful,” you finally answered as you finished your slice.
“That doesn’t feel like the whole answer,” Jason scoffed.
“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But it also begs the question why you asked me to come help today if you already had everything moved in up here but some boxes in a half empty moving truck, or why I’m the only person you asked to come help you?”
Taking a page out of your book, Jason snagged your untouched beer to avoid having to answer.
“You want a full answer? I’ll give you as full an answer as you’ll get for right now,” you began. Now it seemed you may have finally found the courage to be bold. “I wanted to spend time with you. You’re always off wrangling supervillains and drug lords, which don’t get me wrong is great and all. It has dropped the number of break-ins in my building to almost none. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, because I do. I always do. A lot.”
He started to choke on his drink, telling you you’d given a little more of an answer than you’d wanted to give. You couldn’t say you were a fan of this emotional vulnerability, but your chest did feel ever so slightly lighter. You tried to read his face for a moment for some sort of reciprocation, but feeling the heat rise in your own face forced you to turn back to your empty plate. Your eyes only darted back over to him once you heard the bottle connect with the table.
“Maybe I wanted to spend time with you too. Maybe I didn’t want all of the noise with my brothers and Roy around, especially when they manage to break something.” With each ‘maybe,’ his voice grew a little more pointed and defensive, and you thought you could see a vulnerability that mirrored your own in his eyes. “Maybe I wanted this place to have your touch and feel like you. Maybe -”
You cut him off, leaning across the couch and kissing him. It was too rare in life that you got a second chance on a now or never moment, and you didn’t want to squander it. You could only describe the feeling as a wave of excitement followed by a rush of relief when he raised his hand to your face and pulled you closer, returning the kiss.
“Maybe,” his voice was softer now, almost cracking, “Maybe I’ve wanted that to happen for a very long time.”
You felt breathless, but that didn’t stop the smile from growing across your face. This time when you looked in his eyes, they seemed to share your mixture of excitement and relief. You couldn’t help yourself as a small chuckle broke through.
“You like me, you really, really like me,” you teased in a sing-song voice, only pausing to make kissy noises in the air. “You like -”
Having had his own feelings confirmed, Jason cut off your teasing as he pulled you into another kiss. When you both finally let go, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, watching as your eyes shifted back into focus. He wore a self-assured grin as he said, “There’s no maybe about that.”
“No, I don’t think there is,” you agreed. You sat back a little, trying to sear this moment into your memory forever. “Who would’ve thought a stupid beer could make this happen?”
“I should have brought you some beer to not drink ages ago,” he joked, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You settled into your contentment in his arms, knowing now you may never have to leave this feeling again. “Next time I’ll have tequila, it sounded like those consequences are fun.”
You rolled your eyes in response as you wiggled a little closer into his side. Yeah, some post-margarita consequences now sounded a lot more appealing.
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Pizza and Beer
Summary: When friends move, you help out in exchange for pizza and beer. Those are the rules, even when you don’t like beer and you like your friend way more than just a friend.
Word Count: 1353
The offer had been simple enough. Jason offered you pizza and beer if you helped him move. You weren’t sure how much help you could actually be, but you weren’t about to pass up the chance to spend the day with your friend. Deep down, though, you wished this was a moving in together kind of move instead, but for as well as Jason knew you, he was no mind reader, especially when it came to your feelings for him.
You were surprised when you got out of the moving truck he’d rented to find all of the big furniture had already been moved in. You assumed that meant he’d already moved his gear to avoid any wandering eyes as well. Together, you spent all morning moving all of the smaller boxes in tandem. The time flew by as you both joked around with each pass in the hallway and stairwell.
Before you knew it, every last box was upstairs and you were busying yourself unpacking them while Jason took care of grabbing the pizza he’d promised you. This may not be your home, but you tried to add your personal touch to the apartment.
“Helping reward’s here,” he announced as he set the pizza box and a couple of beers on the empty coffee table. You made a mental note to grab some large decorative books for him to put there. With a smile, you got up from your spot in front of the bookcase and joined him on the couch for a well deserved break.
The two of you had finished most of the pizza, and were quite satisfied you’d found the best pizza spot in the neighborhood, before Jason noticed he was the only one with an empty bottle. When he looked a little closer he realized you hadn’t even touched the beer he’d grabbed for you.
“You good over there?” he asked. You almost thought he might still be joking around and about to make some crack about some pizza spilled on your shirt. When you looked down and confirmed nothing had fallen onto your shirt, you couldn’t hide the confusion that painted your face and furrowed your brows together.
“Yeah,” you confirmed cautiously. “Why?”
“I mean you’ve busted your ass all day and now you won’t touch your beer,” he explained. “You usually go drink for drink with me and now you’re not so it seems like something’s wrong.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I just don’t like beer,” you explained. His puzzled look begged you to continue. “When we’re at the bar I always get mixed drinks or wine. Now if you’d made a pitcher of margaritas, you never would have had a chance to even try them. But a blender really isn’t the top of the list to unpack.”
You may have answered his question, but you left him with so many more. He brought his own drink to his mouth in an attempt to hide his visible confusion. It almost worked, but you caught the way his brows furrowed from above the bottle.
“It’s probably safer this way anyway,” you remarked, trying to inject a bit of humor. “You know me and tequila are a dangerous combination. Just like the song, sometimes it just means clothes start falling off.”
Jason hummed in absent agreement, but you could tell you’d already lost him. He’d jumped down the rabbit hole of questions, and he wasn’t going to be really listening, or at least processing what was said, until he reemerged.
“So why’d you come today?” he asked. “When I asked you, I told you I’d get pizza and beer, so you knew I didn’t have anything else to offer, but you still accepted.”
It felt like a now or never kind of moment. One of the ones where you could be bold or you could be practical. You mulled over your options for what felt like an eternity, and while you wanted to be bold, you didn’t want to lose what you had. Instead of answering, you grabbed another piece of pizza to buy a little time. The eye roll you got in return told you Jason knew exactly what you were doing.
“I thought I could be helpful,” you finally answered as you finished your slice.
“That doesn’t feel like the whole answer,” Jason scoffed.
“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But it also begs the question why you asked me to come help today if you already had everything moved in up here but some boxes in a half empty moving truck, or why I’m the only person you asked to come help you?”
Taking a page out of your book, Jason snagged your untouched beer to avoid having to answer.
“You want a full answer? I’ll give you as full an answer as you’ll get for right now,” you began. Now it seemed you may have finally found the courage to be bold. “I wanted to spend time with you. You’re always off wrangling supervillains and drug lords, which don’t get me wrong is great and all. It has dropped the number of break-ins in my building to almost none. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, because I do. I always do. A lot.”
He started to choke on his drink, telling you you’d given a little more of an answer than you’d wanted to give. You couldn’t say you were a fan of this emotional vulnerability, but your chest did feel ever so slightly lighter. You tried to read his face for a moment for some sort of reciprocation, but feeling the heat rise in your own face forced you to turn back to your empty plate. Your eyes only darted back over to him once you heard the bottle connect with the table.
“Maybe I wanted to spend time with you too. Maybe I didn’t want all of the noise with my brothers and Roy around, especially when they manage to break something.” With each ‘maybe,’ his voice grew a little more pointed and defensive, and you thought you could see a vulnerability that mirrored your own in his eyes. “Maybe I wanted this place to have your touch and feel like you. Maybe -”
You cut him off, leaning across the couch and kissing him. It was too rare in life that you got a second chance on a now or never moment, and you didn’t want to squander it. You could only describe the feeling as a wave of excitement followed by a rush of relief when he raised his hand to your face and pulled you closer, returning the kiss.
“Maybe,” his voice was softer now, almost cracking, “Maybe I’ve wanted that to happen for a very long time.”
You felt breathless, but that didn’t stop the smile from growing across your face. This time when you looked in his eyes, they seemed to share your mixture of excitement and relief. You couldn’t help yourself as a small chuckle broke through.
“You like me, you really, really like me,” you teased in a sing-song voice, only pausing to make kissy noises in the air. “You like -”
Having had his own feelings confirmed, Jason cut off your teasing as he pulled you into another kiss. When you both finally let go, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, watching as your eyes shifted back into focus. He wore a self-assured grin as he said, “There’s no maybe about that.”
“No, I don’t think there is,” you agreed. You sat back a little, trying to sear this moment into your memory forever. “Who would’ve thought a stupid beer could make this happen?”
“I should have brought you some beer to not drink ages ago,” he joked, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You settled into your contentment in his arms, knowing now you may never have to leave this feeling again. “Next time I’ll have tequila, it sounded like those consequences are fun.”
You rolled your eyes in response as you wiggled a little closer into his side. Yeah, some post-margarita consequences now sounded a lot more appealing.
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Pizza and Beer
Summary: When friends move, you help out in exchange for pizza and beer. Those are the rules, even when you don’t like beer and you like your friend way more than just a friend.
Word Count: 1353
The offer had been simple enough. Jason offered you pizza and beer if you helped him move. You weren’t sure how much help you could actually be, but you weren’t about to pass up the chance to spend the day with your friend. Deep down, though, you wished this was a moving in together kind of move instead, but for as well as Jason knew you, he was no mind reader, especially when it came to your feelings for him.
You were surprised when you got out of the moving truck he’d rented to find all of the big furniture had already been moved in. You assumed that meant he’d already moved his gear to avoid any wandering eyes as well. Together, you spent all morning moving all of the smaller boxes in tandem. The time flew by as you both joked around with each pass in the hallway and stairwell.
Before you knew it, every last box was upstairs and you were busying yourself unpacking them while Jason took care of grabbing the pizza he’d promised you. This may not be your home, but you tried to add your personal touch to the apartment.
“Helping reward’s here,” he announced as he set the pizza box and a couple of beers on the empty coffee table. You made a mental note to grab some large decorative books for him to put there. With a smile, you got up from your spot in front of the bookcase and joined him on the couch for a well deserved break.
The two of you had finished most of the pizza, and were quite satisfied you’d found the best pizza spot in the neighborhood, before Jason noticed he was the only one with an empty bottle. When he looked a little closer he realized you hadn’t even touched the beer he’d grabbed for you.
“You good over there?” he asked. You almost thought he might still be joking around and about to make some crack about some pizza spilled on your shirt. When you looked down and confirmed nothing had fallen onto your shirt, you couldn’t hide the confusion that painted your face and furrowed your brows together.
“Yeah,” you confirmed cautiously. “Why?”
“I mean you’ve busted your ass all day and now you won’t touch your beer,” he explained. “You usually go drink for drink with me and now you’re not so it seems like something’s wrong.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I just don’t like beer,” you explained. His puzzled look begged you to continue. “When we’re at the bar I always get mixed drinks or wine. Now if you’d made a pitcher of margaritas, you never would have had a chance to even try them. But a blender really isn’t the top of the list to unpack.”
You may have answered his question, but you left him with so many more. He brought his own drink to his mouth in an attempt to hide his visible confusion. It almost worked, but you caught the way his brows furrowed from above the bottle.
“It’s probably safer this way anyway,” you remarked, trying to inject a bit of humor. “You know me and tequila are a dangerous combination. Just like the song, sometimes it just means clothes start falling off.”
Jason hummed in absent agreement, but you could tell you’d already lost him. He’d jumped down the rabbit hole of questions, and he wasn’t going to be really listening, or at least processing what was said, until he reemerged.
“So why’d you come today?” he asked. “When I asked you, I told you I’d get pizza and beer, so you knew I didn’t have anything else to offer, but you still accepted.”
It felt like a now or never kind of moment. One of the ones where you could be bold or you could be practical. You mulled over your options for what felt like an eternity, and while you wanted to be bold, you didn’t want to lose what you had. Instead of answering, you grabbed another piece of pizza to buy a little time. The eye roll you got in return told you Jason knew exactly what you were doing.
“I thought I could be helpful,” you finally answered as you finished your slice.
“That doesn’t feel like the whole answer,” Jason scoffed.
“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But it also begs the question why you asked me to come help today if you already had everything moved in up here but some boxes in a half empty moving truck, or why I’m the only person you asked to come help you?”
Taking a page out of your book, Jason snagged your untouched beer to avoid having to answer.
“You want a full answer? I’ll give you as full an answer as you’ll get for right now,” you began. Now it seemed you may have finally found the courage to be bold. “I wanted to spend time with you. You’re always off wrangling supervillains and drug lords, which don’t get me wrong is great and all. It has dropped the number of break-ins in my building to almost none. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, because I do. I always do. A lot.”
He started to choke on his drink, telling you you’d given a little more of an answer than you’d wanted to give. You couldn’t say you were a fan of this emotional vulnerability, but your chest did feel ever so slightly lighter. You tried to read his face for a moment for some sort of reciprocation, but feeling the heat rise in your own face forced you to turn back to your empty plate. Your eyes only darted back over to him once you heard the bottle connect with the table.
“Maybe I wanted to spend time with you too. Maybe I didn’t want all of the noise with my brothers and Roy around, especially when they manage to break something.” With each ‘maybe,’ his voice grew a little more pointed and defensive, and you thought you could see a vulnerability that mirrored your own in his eyes. “Maybe I wanted this place to have your touch and feel like you. Maybe -”
You cut him off, leaning across the couch and kissing him. It was too rare in life that you got a second chance on a now or never moment, and you didn’t want to squander it. You could only describe the feeling as a wave of excitement followed by a rush of relief when he raised his hand to your face and pulled you closer, returning the kiss.
“Maybe,” his voice was softer now, almost cracking, “Maybe I’ve wanted that to happen for a very long time.”
You felt breathless, but that didn’t stop the smile from growing across your face. This time when you looked in his eyes, they seemed to share your mixture of excitement and relief. You couldn’t help yourself as a small chuckle broke through.
“You like me, you really, really like me,” you teased in a sing-song voice, only pausing to make kissy noises in the air. “You like -”
Having had his own feelings confirmed, Jason cut off your teasing as he pulled you into another kiss. When you both finally let go, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, watching as your eyes shifted back into focus. He wore a self-assured grin as he said, “There’s no maybe about that.”
“No, I don’t think there is,” you agreed. You sat back a little, trying to sear this moment into your memory forever. “Who would’ve thought a stupid beer could make this happen?”
“I should have brought you some beer to not drink ages ago,” he joked, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You settled into your contentment in his arms, knowing now you may never have to leave this feeling again. “Next time I’ll have tequila, it sounded like those consequences are fun.”
You rolled your eyes in response as you wiggled a little closer into his side. Yeah, some post-margarita consequences now sounded a lot more appealing.
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Pizza and Beer
Summary: When friends move, you help out in exchange for pizza and beer. Those are the rules, even when you don’t like beer and you like your friend way more than just a friend.
Word Count: 1353
The offer had been simple enough. Jason offered you pizza and beer if you helped him move. You weren’t sure how much help you could actually be, but you weren’t about to pass up the chance to spend the day with your friend. Deep down, though, you wished this was a moving in together kind of move instead, but for as well as Jason knew you, he was no mind reader, especially when it came to your feelings for him.
You were surprised when you got out of the moving truck he’d rented to find all of the big furniture had already been moved in. You assumed that meant he’d already moved his gear to avoid any wandering eyes as well. Together, you spent all morning moving all of the smaller boxes in tandem. The time flew by as you both joked around with each pass in the hallway and stairwell.
Before you knew it, every last box was upstairs and you were busying yourself unpacking them while Jason took care of grabbing the pizza he’d promised you. This may not be your home, but you tried to add your personal touch to the apartment.
“Helping reward’s here,” he announced as he set the pizza box and a couple of beers on the empty coffee table. You made a mental note to grab some large decorative books for him to put there. With a smile, you got up from your spot in front of the bookcase and joined him on the couch for a well deserved break.
The two of you had finished most of the pizza, and were quite satisfied you’d found the best pizza spot in the neighborhood, before Jason noticed he was the only one with an empty bottle. When he looked a little closer he realized you hadn’t even touched the beer he’d grabbed for you.
“You good over there?” he asked. You almost thought he might still be joking around and about to make some crack about some pizza spilled on your shirt. When you looked down and confirmed nothing had fallen onto your shirt, you couldn’t hide the confusion that painted your face and furrowed your brows together.
“Yeah,” you confirmed cautiously. “Why?”
“I mean you’ve busted your ass all day and now you won’t touch your beer,” he explained. “You usually go drink for drink with me and now you’re not so it seems like something’s wrong.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I just don’t like beer,” you explained. His puzzled look begged you to continue. “When we’re at the bar I always get mixed drinks or wine. Now if you’d made a pitcher of margaritas, you never would have had a chance to even try them. But a blender really isn’t the top of the list to unpack.”
You may have answered his question, but you left him with so many more. He brought his own drink to his mouth in an attempt to hide his visible confusion. It almost worked, but you caught the way his brows furrowed from above the bottle.
“It’s probably safer this way anyway,” you remarked, trying to inject a bit of humor. “You know me and tequila are a dangerous combination. Just like the song, sometimes it just means clothes start falling off.”
Jason hummed in absent agreement, but you could tell you’d already lost him. He’d jumped down the rabbit hole of questions, and he wasn’t going to be really listening, or at least processing what was said, until he reemerged.
“So why’d you come today?” he asked. “When I asked you, I told you I’d get pizza and beer, so you knew I didn’t have anything else to offer, but you still accepted.”
It felt like a now or never kind of moment. One of the ones where you could be bold or you could be practical. You mulled over your options for what felt like an eternity, and while you wanted to be bold, you didn’t want to lose what you had. Instead of answering, you grabbed another piece of pizza to buy a little time. The eye roll you got in return told you Jason knew exactly what you were doing.
“I thought I could be helpful,” you finally answered as you finished your slice.
“That doesn’t feel like the whole answer,” Jason scoffed.
“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But it also begs the question why you asked me to come help today if you already had everything moved in up here but some boxes in a half empty moving truck, or why I’m the only person you asked to come help you?”
Taking a page out of your book, Jason snagged your untouched beer to avoid having to answer.
“You want a full answer? I’ll give you as full an answer as you’ll get for right now,” you began. Now it seemed you may have finally found the courage to be bold. “I wanted to spend time with you. You’re always off wrangling supervillains and drug lords, which don’t get me wrong is great and all. It has dropped the number of break-ins in my building to almost none. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, because I do. I always do. A lot.”
He started to choke on his drink, telling you you’d given a little more of an answer than you’d wanted to give. You couldn’t say you were a fan of this emotional vulnerability, but your chest did feel ever so slightly lighter. You tried to read his face for a moment for some sort of reciprocation, but feeling the heat rise in your own face forced you to turn back to your empty plate. Your eyes only darted back over to him once you heard the bottle connect with the table.
“Maybe I wanted to spend time with you too. Maybe I didn’t want all of the noise with my brothers and Roy around, especially when they manage to break something.” With each ‘maybe,’ his voice grew a little more pointed and defensive, and you thought you could see a vulnerability that mirrored your own in his eyes. “Maybe I wanted this place to have your touch and feel like you. Maybe -”
You cut him off, leaning across the couch and kissing him. It was too rare in life that you got a second chance on a now or never moment, and you didn’t want to squander it. You could only describe the feeling as a wave of excitement followed by a rush of relief when he raised his hand to your face and pulled you closer, returning the kiss.
“Maybe,” his voice was softer now, almost cracking, “Maybe I’ve wanted that to happen for a very long time.”
You felt breathless, but that didn’t stop the smile from growing across your face. This time when you looked in his eyes, they seemed to share your mixture of excitement and relief. You couldn’t help yourself as a small chuckle broke through.
“You like me, you really, really like me,” you teased in a sing-song voice, only pausing to make kissy noises in the air. “You like -”
Having had his own feelings confirmed, Jason cut off your teasing as he pulled you into another kiss. When you both finally let go, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, watching as your eyes shifted back into focus. He wore a self-assured grin as he said, “There’s no maybe about that.”
“No, I don’t think there is,” you agreed. You sat back a little, trying to sear this moment into your memory forever. “Who would’ve thought a stupid beer could make this happen?”
“I should have brought you some beer to not drink ages ago,” he joked, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You settled into your contentment in his arms, knowing now you may never have to leave this feeling again. “Next time I’ll have tequila, it sounded like those consequences are fun.”
You rolled your eyes in response as you wiggled a little closer into his side. Yeah, some post-margarita consequences now sounded a lot more appealing.
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