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.

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

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

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!

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 🥰🥰

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.

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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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

You also know he went to Babs, without Dick knowing, and always has her sweep for any photos or have thirst tweets mysteriously disappear. Clark also warns him of any early press about to possibly hit and Bruce gives Babs the heads up. If he can't warn him, sometimes Clark will make a spectacle or have another JLA member do something to cause more buzz than whatever Dick Grayson/Nightwing thing is about to hit. It is a whole conspiracy that Dick knows nothing about, but if there is one person every hero is going to stick their neck out for, it is Dick Grayson💙

Clark: [is unable to warn Bruce of the press] “this is for you Dick”

Lois: [reporting] “it is said that Superman has an important message that cannot wait”

Clark: “I, Kal-El of Krypton am here to give an important message. Very important, so important in fact that you may not be ready for what you’re about to hear. I ask of you to brace yourselves and keep your minds open as I explain my reasoning for what I’m about to say. This may change everything you think about me… that is a risk I am willing to take for the— oh look at that, I have to go. Penguin needs help” [flies off]

Clark just knew that everyone truly wasn't ready 🙏

Dick sees this and makes a mental note to check in with Lois later. He immediately texts Bruce to see if he saw how awkward Clark was because he knows Bruce loves to be smug about that kind of thing

Tag Game!!!

I was tagged by:

@ssahotchnerxx 😍 & @g-l-pierce 😍

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

I was tagged by @unicornprancing and @mrsh0tchner thank you my loves!!!!

Three ships: i don’t tend to ship characters these days unless it’s with me! So my fave characters are Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Steve Rogers, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson.

Last Song: Lady by Brett Young as I wrote the latest chapter of a story. Not saying which 👀

Last Movie: Free Guy but I am dying to see the new Snake Eyes movie as well as Shang-Chi!!

Currently Reading: nothing SFW. But if you want some paranormal romance recs message me. 😜

Currently craving: my mom’s chicken and dumplings or cheesy chicken and rice. Bug I haven’t eaten since 10:30 this morning which might explain the extreme cravings!

I’m tagging: @ssa-ki99 @ssamorganhotchner @ssahotchswife @hotchinkevlar @rynne311 @shmaptainhotchner @idk-maybe-snape-did-it @g-l-pierce @ladyofsnark @the-shadow-of-atlantis @orahnay @lostinwonderland314

And @hotforhotchner11 and @originalsoulduck already did it!

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 ☺️

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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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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