HELLO 🙌🏽 pls can we have a jordam kith with celebration + in a bar
THANK YOU BECKY!! sorry this took me so bloody long to get to, but i’m killing 2 birds with one stone this month and answering some of my waiting asks for some prompts, i hope this is ok!!
kissing prompt list (always accepting)
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Luck Of The Unit - Day 5 prompt from @wayhavenmonthly: Bar
Rating: teen & up
Pairing: adam du mortain/f!detective (jordan mills)
Word Count: 1147
Warnings: alcohol consumption
A/N: i’m so late omfg. but i’m getting started on catching up, so i might spam ppl over the next couple of days until i’m back on track. i have no excuse, just haven’t been motivated, sorry!
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Jordan can't pretend that she doesn't care that Adam won't be here to celebrate her birthday. Of course she wants him here, of course she's upset that she's not going to get to see him until she goes into the warehouse tomorrow. But at the same time, she knew with certainty what she was getting into when she started a relationship with him, so she probably doesn't have a reason to dwell on it too much.
"Jordie!"
She can't help but push the thoughts of Adam out of her head when she hears Felix's cheery voice booming out over the noise of the crowd, and she turns just in time for the young vampire to barrel into her, the tight bear hug he wraps her up in the only thing that keeps her from falling over.
She returns the hug, grinning over his shoulder at Nate who is watching the exchange with a smile. At least some of Unit Bravo bothered.
She can't stop herself from casting a quick glance around the room though, just in case Adam changed his mind. Evidently not, though. Felix follows her gaze around the room, then gives her a shrug and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
"His loss, babe," he reassures her, and she waves his concern away dismissively, despite the fact that she knows he's not buying her nonchalance.
She manages to have a decent night, despite Adam and Mason not making an appearance, largely thanks to the amount of alcohol Tina keeps practically pouring down her throat.
Her eyes are somewhat blurry as she stands at the bar, waiting for the rowdy group of guys at the other end to finish ordering drinks for their table, so she sits up on one of the stools to wait, one elbow on the bar and her chin in her hand.
"You bummed that Adam didn't show?" Tina appears beside her, a look of sympathy on her face. If Jordan wasn't already tipsy she might make fun of the way her words are slurring together. But as it is, she barely notices.
"A little," she answers slowly, letting her head fall down onto the bar and pretending not to notice the sticky something that she feels on her cheek. "I'm happy that everyone else is here though."
Tina's barely paying attention, her eyes fixed on something behind Jordan for a moment before leaning over to kiss her cheek and give her a light pat on the back.
"Spoke too soon," she says with a grin before moving away. Jordan rolls her eyes at the weirdness, turning back towards the bar and resting her chin on her hand again, her hand now laid out flat on the surface of the bar.
She startles when a familiar hand rests on the bar beside her, and she eyes it for a moment as she tries to muster the strength to turn and look at who's behind her. Before she can, another hand slides lightly up her back and while she's still trying to decide how to react, she feels Adam's breath on her ear.
"Happy birthday, Jordan."
She grins, but fights the expression away before spinning around atop her bar stool to face him.
"I think I'm annoyed with you," she states, trying to narrow her eyes at him but the amused expression with which he's fixed her is making it difficult to remember why she's annoyed.
"Why is that?"
She thinks for a moment, then lifts a hand to poke him in the chest as his other rests on the bar, boxing her between it and the bench.
"Because you weren't here."
"I am here now. And you are intoxicated."
"Maybe I wouldn't be if you'd been here earlier."
He raises an eyebrow disbelievingly, "wouldn't you?"
They both know it's an outright lie and while she feels significantly less drunk now that he's standing in front of her, she still can't be bothered maintaining the ruse.
"Why are you here, anyway?" she asks instead, and he glances at the crowd around them before leaning in to speak in her ear.
"It was pointed out to me that if I am to be your… partner, I should make more of an effort to be with you on occasions such as this one. Even if the setting is less than ideal."
He is still yet to call her his girlfriend, and she doubts that he ever will. But "partner" is something that he's only recently started, so she's running with it. It probably describes them better anyway. Partners are equal, partners make a choice every day to remain in a partnership, it's not done out of perceived obligation.
"Pointed out to you by who?" She asks, genuinely confused. Felix and Nate have been here for hours already.
"Mason," he answers shortly, and her eyes widen a fraction in surprise before she scans the bar behind Adam.
"So where is he?"
He chuckles and shifts closer to her, coming to stand between her legs, and if she wasn't still feeling a little buzzed she might be surprised by the proximity in such a public place. "Being that he is not your partner he didn't see it as necessary to show the same level of support."
She shrugs dismissively, forgetting about Mason just as quickly as she'd thought of him now that she has Adam here.
"Well thank you for coming."
He doesn't answer, just ducks his head down to press his lips lightly to hers. This time she is surprised by the public display of affection. So surprised that she almost forgets to kiss him back until one of his hands moves from the bar to the back of her neck.
She's vaguely aware of hearing the bartender finally reaching her side of the bar behind her but she doesn't acknowledge her, far less interested in drinking than taking in the fact that Adam is tonight disregarding his own rules around being around a mass of humans socially and publicly being with her, seemingly just to make her happy.
She grabs the lapels of his jacket and uses them to pull herself up closer to him as she deepens the kiss, groaning softly when his tongue slips into her mouth.
"You taste of vodka and… flavoured sugar," he points out, and she shrugs and raises an eyebrow at him.
"Maybe you should have gotten here earlier, then."
He chuckles, not bothering to answer her and instead just kissing her once more, light and quick before straightening back up away from her. She turns to begin her wait for service again, his hands coming to rest on her waist as he remains behind her.
"Happy birthday," he repeats in a murmur against her neck, and she brings a hand up to rest on the side of his face before turning to kiss his cheek.
"Thank you, Adam."
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Luck Of The Unit - Day 4 prompt from @wayhavenmonthly: Sleep
Rating: general
Pairing: felix hauville/f!detective (maya puri)
Word Count: 894
Warnings: none
A/N: i’m not crazy abt this one and it’s short but. i’m tired of looking at it and i just wanna be done with it.
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It's not that Maya doesn't like spending the night with Felix at the warehouse. It's just that she can never, ever sleep when she does. The unfamiliarity, the lingering nervousness towards Felix, the hesitation to let her guard down enough to actually sleep beside him. It's all just a little too overwhelming and she hasn't yet managed to get past it.
"You'll get used to it, and to him eventually," Nate reassures her. She'd taken to mindlessly wandering the halls after Felix had fallen asleep and had run into Nate, who’d heard her shuffling footsteps and come out to investigate. It’s not the first time he’s found her restless in the dead of night, and both of them know that it’s not likely to be the last.
He'd ushered her into the kitchen and set to work making her a hot chocolate. He made the best hot chocolate; properly, on the stove. Because be damned if he could work out the right setting for the microwave.
"Maya?" His prompting breaks her out of deliberately distracting herself from her issues by thinking about hot chocolate and she looks up at him with a light sigh.
"I know," she replies quietly, gripping the warm cup in both hands and pausing to take a sip, "I just worry that it's going to take too long."
"He'd wait forever for you, you know that," he leans down, resting his elbows on the counter across from her and studying her face carefully.
"He shouldn't have to."
"You're right. He shouldn't, and he doesn't. He's choosing to."
She doesn’t answer, just gives a small, disheartened nod and finishes her hot chocolate.
“Thanks for dealing with me tonight, Nate,” she says with a sigh as she gets to her feet, and he chuckles and moves around the bench to pull her into a hug.
“You’re a pleasure to deal with, my dear. You know where to find me if you still can’t get to sleep.”
He releases her and she gives him a small smile before turning and padding back through the halls to her room. Felix is still fast asleep in her bed, sprawled on his back with his arm flung out to the side like it had been earlier when she’d had her head on his shoulder.
She quietly slips back between the covers, snuggling into his side and glancing up at him to see his eyes are now open. Not asleep, then. Not for a while, by the looks of him. He’d probably woken up as soon as he’d felt her get up but had decided to give her the space that he knows she usually needs when things get a little too real between the two of them.
“Where’d you get to?” He murmurs, rolling onto his side so as to wrap both of his arms around her and pull her tighter against him.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she answers quietly as his fingers start lightly rubbing at her shoulder.
“I can go to my room if you want,” he suggests after a while and she pushes away a little to be able to look at him properly.
She doesn’t know what she was expecting; probably for him to be annoyed, or hurt, or disappointed. But he doesn’t seem to be any of those things. Maybe a little concerned, but mostly he looks just as happy to be in her presence as he always is, and as though he’s going to be happy to do whatever it is she wants him to do.
“I don’t want you to go to your room,” she pauses, her eyes darting down and away from his. “I want to be able to sleep with you here.”
He sighs, not a frustrated huff but a sigh of understanding and rolls onto his back again, dragging her with him until she’s half laying on top of him.
“Want me to sing for you?”
“Depends what you’d sing.”
He pauses for a moment with a quiet “hmm” as he thinks over his options, and she can hear the smile in his voice when he finally answers, “Call Me Maybe.”
She bursts out laughing, knowing in the back of her mind that he’s deliberately joking with her to try to lighten her mood. “Thanks, but please don’t.”
He laughs and lifts his hand to her hair, running his fingers through it a few times before starting to twirl a few strands around his finger.
She knows that at times Felix has difficulty sitting still for too long, or dealing with silence for too long, but with her he always seems to be able to stay still and silent for as long as she needs him to. In this case, until she starts to drift off to sleep without even realising it, the sound of his heart beating against his chest below her ear and his fingers gently working through her hair lulling her off.
“One of these days I’m gonna get brave enough to tell you why I’m like this,” she murmurs, one final expression of how guilty she feels for being so closed off towards him before she falls asleep.
“Yeah, one day. Whenever you’re ready,” he answers just as quietly, and it’s the last thing she hears before she nods off, for once comfortable enough with their feelings for each other to let herself relax.
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Luck Of The Unit - Day 1 prompt from @wayhavenmonthly: Compliment
Rating: teen & up
Pairing: farah&m!oc (tanner drake)
Word Count: 957
Warnings: some swearing
A/N: yeah, yeah it’s not march yet for most of you. but you know what it’s the 1st here so bugger it, here we go! this one’s for @mrshauville who requested some farah love for day 1. also i have no idea what to do with tags for farah&tanner stuff so i’ve just used the general tag list - let me know if you’re not on it but you’d like to be for these 2!
i have some (not all) of the prompts mostly worked out, but if you have any that you’d like to see written specifically for any of my oc’s and their li’s or bff’s, let me know and i’ll see what i can do!
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“Knock knock, gorgeous.”
Farah glances up from where she’s playing a game on her phone to see Tanner leaning in her doorway.
“How long have you been here?” she asks, locking her phone and setting it down on her bed beside her.
“About an hour, I’m heading out now,” he answers, and she rolls her eyes and tuts at him.
“And you didn’t tell me because…?”
“Because Blondey’s had me in the training room the whole time.”
She casts her eyes over him, only just noticing that his hair’s a little messier than usual and there’s a light sheen of sweat covering his face.
“Have fun?”
He smirks and gives a small shrug, “I got to kick his ass so, yeah.”
“You could stick around for a while, you know? You don’t have to leave as soon as he’s done with you every time.”
“Not ready to see the end of me yet, huh?”
“You’re just about the only fun person who comes here, so not quite,” she answers with a heavy sigh, glancing back up at him with a slight pout on her face.
He nods and steps into her room, making his way over to sit down beside her on her bed.
“I feel you, you might be the best person I’ve met since being in this town.”
Her face brightens and she elbows him lightly in the ribs. “Tanner Drake, did you just give me a compliment?”
“Don’t get used to it,” he grins at her.
“What about Morgan? From what I hear you’ve been having quite a lot of fun with her.”
“From what you hear?”
Farah lifts both hands to tap her ears and winks at him, “I’ve heard a lot. Some of it’s quite frankly disturbing.”
His grin widens and he shrugs, completely unashamed. Somewhat proud of himself instead, it would seem.
“That’s not fun,” he points out, and she frowns at him.
“So what is it?”
“Fucking.” He answers pointedly, and she wrinkles her nose at him. “She’s a bitch when she’s got her clothes on, though.”
She narrows her eyes and points a finger at him, “you watch what you say about her, mister.”
“She’s a bitch to me when she’s got her clothes on,” he clarifies.
“You’re a prick to her when you’ve got your clothes on.”
Tanner pauses for a minute before shrugging again, “touché. It’s beside the point though, I like you better.”
She grins and leans over to nudge him with her shoulder. “And I didn’t even have to get naked.”
She knows that this, whatever it is, between Tanner and Morgan is more than what either of them are willing to admit that it is, but who is she to meddle?
Who is she kidding, of course she’s going to meddle. But there’s a time and a place, and when he’s in a relatively good mood after an hour long training session with Adam is not the time.
“Well, come on. Since you’re being generous with the compliments today, let me have ‘em.”
“Are you fishing?”
“Absolutely. Tell me how amazing I am.”
He laughs and throws an arm around her shoulders, giving her a light squeeze as he answers, “you’re just as amazing as you think you are, Farah.”
She cannot for the life of her imagine why Adam and Nate seem to dislike Tanner so much. At least not until she remembers that he frequently goes out of his way to antagonise both of them as often as he can. Morgan too. She may be the only person that he doesn’t deliberately try to piss off, and she’s not exactly sure why but she’s definitely not going to question it. She’s heard the stories, she’s seen the uncertain looks Adam and Nate have given each other when Tanner starts to get angry. She has no desire to deliberately put herself on the wrong side of him for no good reason.
Maybe she would be a little more annoyed about the way he treats and talks about Morgan, if not for the fact that she says much worse about him and at times treats him appallingly herself. They’re as bad as each other, but for some reason it seems to work for them and even somehow seems to increase their attraction for each other, so Farah sees no reason to get into the middle of that either.
“Damn right I am, and I’ll throw hands at anyone who says otherwise,” she agrees with a determined nod, and he raises an eyebrow at her.
“Will you?”
“Well, no. But that’s what I have you for.”
He nods and holds a fist out for her to bump before getting to his feet, straightening down the front of his jacket.
“Anytime,” he agrees before heading to the door.
“You’re not so bad either, you know,” she calls after him, and he turns to face her.
“Not so bad?” he repeats incredulously. “A glowing endorsement.”
“What do you want from me? You’re a dick to everyone else, saying that you’re as amazing as me might be too much of a stretch.”
“Fuck you,” he flips her off playfully and she wrinkles her nose at him again.
“No, thank you.”
“I wasn’t offering.”
“Sure you weren’t. You wish you could get all this,” she gestures down to herself with both hands and he fake gags, holding one hand over his mouth and one to his stomach as though he’s suddenly fallen ill.
“Please,” is the only response she gets from him before he turns and leaves her alone again.
He really is a dick. But he might also be one of her favourite people, not that she’d ever tell him that. His ego’s big enough as it is.
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Luck Of The Unit - Day 12 prompt from @wayhavenmonthly: Feathers
Rating: teen & up
Pairing: farah&m!oc (tanner drake) - with a splash of morgan/tanner
Word Count: 1290
Warnings: heavy innuendo, but nothing explicit or at all detailed
A/N: finallly getting back to these. i’ve decided i’m not doing every day though, it’s just too much with the asks i still have and trying to get my wips updated. so i’m just doing the ones i had like immediate ideas for i guess? also i didn’t really do much of a proof read on this one coz i was kind of in a rush to get it up and get myself back up to date so if you find mistakes, no you didn’t ❤️
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Tanner's getting annoyed. Granted, it doesn't take much most of the time but it's unusual for Farah to get on his nerves this much. But she's been at him for a good half an hour now trying to get him to show her his wings.
"Why don't you want to show me?" she asks, pouting at him with wide eyes; pulling out all the tricks that usually get him to cave.
It's not that he has anything against them per se, but he'd had it drummed into him from a very early age that they're most definitely not normal, and not something to be shown off for no good reason. Besides that, they're not the most practical things to brandish indoors.
"Why do you want to see them so bad?" he counters and a slight frown of disbelief crosses her face.
"Are you serious? I've been dying to see them since I met you."
"So why are you just asking now?"
"Because I thought you were scary. But now I know it's just a façade and really you're a big ol' softy."
"And they're hot," Morgan interjects before Tanner can dwell on how offensive of a statement Farah has just made about him.
Farah narrows her eyes, giving Tanner a once over before pulling a face and faking a shudder, "gross."
“I don’t know if there’s enough room in here anyway,” he tells her, but she just scoffs and looks around the games room before gesturing to the space in front of the couch she’s seated on with him.
“Oh come on, how big are they?”
He rolls his eyes and gets to his feet, hooking his fingers around his tie to loosen it and then slipping it over his head. Obviously she’s not about to let up on this until he gives her what she wants, and he figures that it’s a relatively small price to pay to make her happy.
"I didn't realise this required nudity," Farah protests, covering her eyes with one hand and pulling a face.
"You wanted an eyeful, you're gonna get an eyeful," he tells her with a smirk, and Morgan sighs loudly in exasperation.
"It's only his shirt."
Tanner laughs as Farah slowly uncovers her eyes, hesitantly peeking out at him while he unbuttons his shirt, then shoots a glance in Morgan's direction. She's trying to appear disinterested, but the way she's moved from her spot in the corner closer to them gives her away.
She looks away with a scowl when he winks at her and shrugs his shirt off, his shoulders giving a slight roll before two large, dark grey wings spread from his back, and he raises an eyebrow at her as a wordless told you so when one of them knocks a lamp off of a side table to the side of him, landing on the plush carpet with a soft thud.
Farah just about squeals, launching up from her spot on the couch and flying over to him. "Holy crap Tanner, they're huge."
"That's what she said," he replies, giving a nod in Morgan's direction.
"I've seen bigger," Morgan retorts with a smirk, making Tanner laugh and Farah pull another face.
“It’s not the size, it’s what you do-”
“Okay I’m all for you two getting together but details are gonna gross me out.” Farah cuts him off, looking between the two of them with one eyebrow raised before turning back towards Tanner and hesitantly holding a hand out towards him. “Can I touch one?”
He shrugs, “knock yourself out.”
That catches Morgan’s interest, as much as she tries to make it look as though it doesn’t. She’s seen them before, but never touched them and he almost laughs at her attempt to appear nonchalant.
His attention snaps back to Farah as she lays a hand on the edge of one of his wings and lightly strokes one of the feathers. “Are you seriously petting me?”
“Maybe,” she grins up at him and does it again. “Who’s a good boy?”
He scowls at her and abruptly shifts the wing out of her reach. “I swear to God, kid…”
“Oh calm down, I wasn’t petting. I was stroking.” He doesn’t answer right away, just waits for her to realise what she’s said and laughs when she looks back up at him wide eyed and shakes her head, “no, no that was the wrong word.”
“You sure? I don’t mind a good stroking.”
“I bet you don’t but never will one of my hands stroke any part of you that I can’t see when you’re fully dressed,” she tells him, pointing a finger at him sternly before stepping away.
He glances over at Morgan and raises an eyebrow. “You wanna get in on this or what?”
“No,” she replies flatly, and he shrugs again before rolling his shoulders once more and retracting the wings.
He can see her watching him closely as he pulls his shirt back on, and if he didn’t know any better he could swear that she looks slightly interested, maybe even a little disappointed as he finishes redressing himself. Whether it’s disappointment that he’s getting dressed or that he’d not given her a second shot to touch him he doesn’t know, but either way it surprises him that she’s outwardly showing anything close to interest at all.
“You should’ve touched, Morgan. They’re really soft,” Farah tells her as he fixes his tie back into place, and Morgan smirks over at him.
“There’s only one thing of his I want to touch, and I’m definitely not interested in it being soft.”
“Oh just admit you guys care about each other and move on already, this pretending you don’t like each other nonsense is getting boring.” Farah sighs, shaking her head and then grinning at the horrified look Morgan gives her. “What? Like it’s not true?”
Morgan’s eyes shift between Farah and Tanner for a moment, only replying with a grunt before turning on her heel and stalking out of the room.
“That grunt before she runs away? That’s how you know she likes you,” Farah tells him casually, watching her go and then turning back to face him, finally noticing the frown on his face. “What?”
He shakes his head, forcing himself back to a neutral expression before replying, “I don’t really care.”
She doesn’t believe him, he can tell as soon as the words are out of his mouth, but at least she doesn’t press the subject any further.
He’d hoped Morgan would get over it pretty quickly, that his appalling behaviour and attitude towards her most of the time would turn her off of him and she’d have moved on to someone better by now. But for some reason it hasn’t worked, and she seems even more interested in him.
Tanner’s not stupid, he knows how to tell the difference between someone just wanting to screw him and someone having actual feelings for him, but usually he can put a stop to the latter fairly quickly. Maybe that’s because usually the feelings aren’t reciprocated in the slightest, because this time all of his usual tactics are falling flat and proving useless.
The worst part, he thinks, is that the more he considers his own feelings for her and the more time they spend together, the more selfish he gets. He’s starting to wonder whether letting her like him might not be such a bad thing after all. He even finds himself starting to think that maybe things would be different with her, that somehow he wouldn’t be a massive let down. That he isn’t sure to one day break her. And he knows that thoughts like that are dangerous. Not for him, but for her.
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Luck Of The Unit - Day 6 prompt from @wayhavenmonthly: Cookie
Rating: teen & up
Pairing: morgan/m!oc (tanner drake)
Word Count: 897
Warnings: swearing, smoking
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It's not uncommon for Morgan to forget when Tanner's chosen to spend the night at the warehouse, especially lately, since their "arrangement" has come to an end. She doesn't see that she has a need to see him anymore unless Adam requests that she accompanies him for work. And for some reason it causes an uncomfortable sensation in her chest and almost makes her stomach churn when she does see him, so she avoids it as often as she can.
But she legitimately had no idea that he was here tonight, until she walked past the kitchen on her way up to the roof and spotted the fridge open, the door hiding everything other than a pair of sweat pant clad legs.
"Did you and Nate work up an appetite tonight?" She asks with a smirk, assuming it's Lucas rummaging through the human food.
The door slams closed and Tanner arches an eyebrow at her, a combination of disgust and confusion on his face.
"Excuse me?"
She stares at him for a moment, shocked into a brief silence by both his unexpected presence and the sight of him in sweats and nothing else. She's not sure she's ever seen him in sweatpants before.
"I thought you were Lucas," she explains, and he pulls an even more disgusted face.
"I don't think I've ever been so insulted."
He shakes his head and leaves the fridge, moving around the kitchen and opening cupboards.
"What are you doing?" she asks despite herself. She doesn't want to talk to him, she doesn't care what he's doing, she doesn't want to be anywhere near him, but somehow her body seems to disagree and keeps her fixed firmly in place and watching him.
"You guys have no decent food," he complains.
"We don't eat."
"What about for guests?"
"What guests?" she asks with a slight scoff, and he turns to face her, silently gesturing to himself with both hands.
"Nate and Lucas made cookies today," she points to a cupboard at the end of the bench and he grins and goes over to it, pulling out the plastic container with a flourish.
"What are you doing?" he asks, taking two cookies from the container before placing it back in the cupboard.
She holds her cigarette packet up in reply, and he looks almost uncomfortable for a split second before asking her, "you want some company?"
"Not really," she replies, and he studies her for a moment before shrugging and following her out of the kitchen and up to the roof anyway.
He's finished one cookie by the time they get up there, and he turns the other over and over in his hands as he sits down on the edge of the roof beside her, staring blankly at it.
"We've been avoiding each other," he says after a moment, watching her light up a cigarette and then snatching her packet and lighter up from beside her and stealing one for himself.
She barely even notices, having become so used to him doing it when they were a "thing" that it doesn't register as strange behaviour anymore, even now.
"Speak for yourself, why would I avoid you?"
He opens his mouth to answer, but closes it again quickly, his eyes darting between hers for a moment before he looks away, "I can think of a few reasons."
She rolls her eyes and looks away from him; he gets on her nerves when he's like this. Like he's somehow in on a secret of hers that she doesn't even know. Like he knows her. He doesn't know her.
"You still mad at me?" he asks before she can object.
"Yeah."
"How long you gonna be mad for?"
"Always," she glares over at him, "Adam and Nate were right about you."
He nods with a resigned sigh and falls silent again, eventually finishing off his cigarette and pinching it out between his fingers. She thinks he's heading back inside when he shifts beside her, but instead he kneels on one knee and leans over her, threading his fingers gently through her hair and kissing her lightly. Weirdly lightly.
But mad as she is, and as much as she doesn't want to be around him, she still tries to deepen the kiss. Like it's an automatic response to him, like she's some kind of stupid, love sick puppy, and she hates her own reaction to him even as it happens. But he pulls back before she can anyway, his eyes studying hers carefully again before what looks almost like relief crosses his face and he lets go of her and stands up.
"I'll wait," he says quietly, confusing her even further when he walks away before explaining.
She stares moodily at the cookie he's left behind on the edge of the roof, trying to work out what the fuck is going on in his head, why the fuck he would think she's avoiding him for any reason other than the fact that he's a terrible person she'd rather not associate with, and what the hell that kiss was about. Eventually she gives up, snatching the cookie and throwing it off the room, the tiny sound of it hitting the leaves on the ground giving her a strange sense of satisfaction.
Fuck him, and fuck whatever he thinks he knows about her. Who cares what's going on in his head?
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A really rough doodle for Day 1 of @wayhavenmonthly ‘s March prompt list. Mason doesn’t pay compliments often but the Detective thrives on praise, God help them...
