bakerstreet | Realizations can hit at the strangest of times

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Realizations can hit at the strangest of times

the sudden realization of ~~attraction~~ ~~emotions~~ LOVE meme

In retrospect, you've probably had these feelings for this person for forever, you've just never noticed them right in front of your eyes. After all, emotions like this don't pop out of nowhere. But it seems like it, because you've just noticed you like - maybe even l.o.v.e. - this person...or at least be attracted to them in a BIG BIG way. Of course, it may have to do with the outside pushes and shoves that had led you to this conclusion; surely, though, there had been hints before. Oh, there were? You never thought about it? You repressed it? You refused to believe?

Well. Reality is here to smack you right in this face, probably at the least opportune moments. That's how these realizations tend to work. Who this person is to you - classmate, ally, brother in arms, worst enemy, best friend - varies, and so can your reaction. You can be embarrassed, confess from the highest mountain, continue to ignore those feelings because that's completely healthy, or let your instinct run wild and kiss them right on the mouth. It's all up to you.

Don't say you didn't realize.

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Prompts

1. You two were having fun, until...boom. Right in the fondness. Things got real.
2. Just like in kindergarden, they were mean to you.
3. They were caring for you or comforting you, showing affection or healing.
4. They were teasing you.
5. You were arguing. I hate you! I LOVE you! Oops.
6. Clumsiness can lead to embarrassment or accidental kissing.
7. They got the Hollywood makeover, and oh, no, they're hot!
8. You were staring too long and your heart started beating faster.
9. They were like a brother or sister to you until now, and you never saw them that way before.
10. Someone said that you two make/would make a great couple, and now you can't stop thinking about it.
11. You've been pretending to be together...and now the feelings are real.
12. They have to leave - forever!
13. You are heading off to battle together, and one or both of you may die.
14. You are heading off to battle them!
15. Just like the middle ages - or maybe it is the middle ages - you've learned that they're promised to someone else.
16. You've learned they're with someone else of their own will.
17. Jealousy is an ugly trait, but even though they're not with that other person, you can't help but jump to conclusions. Why do you care so much?
18. Now that you've realized your feelings for them, they will be yours. They will be.
19. They call you out on your feelings, or ask you why you are the way you are.
20. The attraction's one-sided...right? It has to be.
20. You're in denial, your life's a trial. Surely you can't be thinking this about them!
21. You're playing it off, even if you look weird in front of them.
22. RUN AWAY, you can't deal with this. Yes, literally run away.
23. You recognize your feelings, but sadly put them aside for the greater good
24. This was supposed to be just sex, yet as you're coming, you're realizing how deep this is, actually...
25. SUDDEN CONFESSION
26. SUDDEN SHOW OF AFFECTION - ie hugs
27. SUDDEN KISSES
28. SUDDEN MAKEOUTS
29. SUDDEN SEX because completing a trifecta here.
30. W I L D C A R D

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[Any interest in a Foggy?]

[Always! <3]

[Any prompt prefs? Or shall I roll an RNG?]

[RNG works or feel free to pick something that catches your eye.]

[OOC: Rolled 13. I bent the prompt to Matt is going to head off to battle and Foggy is going to go somewhere safer and try to be a calm helpful citizen. I figure bigger scale Marvel style trouble if there is a high risk either one of them might die. If you would like anything changed let me know.]

[Foggy isn't surprised by Matt's decision to go out and fight with the others. He knew that would be his choice the moment the people of the city turned their attention toward the sky and Foggy himself uttered under his breath, "Shit not again." So when Matt entered the office with that worried look on his face Foggy's heart didn't miss a beat when he told him he had to go.

That was three hours ago. Thankfully the people of Earth had learned since the last dramatic It Came From Outer Space and some very powerful people with very powerful abilities had bought everyone some time before any UFOs or alien soldiers hit the ground. Some sort of wild tech and magic barrier a client- Strange- had put together with several of genius scientists. Whatever it was it would be up for another few hours for the soldiers and hero types on the ground to assemble and the civilians to retreat to the underground shelters connected to the subway that the city had spent billions on after the last incident.

Now Foggy is at Matt's apartment with a backpack on his back and his metal bat on hand "just in case." He insisted on helping Matt pack some supplies before taking off for the shelters and mentioned how the lines to get underground or across the bridges and out of the city are insane. Both of them know he's really just trying to delay what could be a final goodbye.]

Daredevil with a rucksack. This is something I'm going to have to photograph before taking off. Maybe you should wear a hat with it. Go into this alien war with a brand new look!

I know you prefer eating organic 'cause it "tastes more like nature" but I didn't have time to go running to the fancy grocer's to get ingredients while deciding which life memento to stuff in my bag so you're just going to have to deal with regular people ingredients in your sandwiches. And yes I said sandwiches because I made several for the squad to share. Like Danny or Jessica are going to remember to pack lunch. You're going to need this.

{ooc; caught up to S5.}

[ ooc: m/m for shipping and smut. ota for anything else. ]

(( season 5 compliant, let me know if you'd like to avoid spoilers ))

Edited 2018-03-04 06:41 (UTC)

It was supposed to be okay. It was all in their initial agreement when they'd started this. As long as they were open and honest, everything was kosher and Erik had never lied to him, had never even given him a reason to thing that he wouldn't come back afterwards.

So why didn't if feel okay?

Pietro was sitting on the bed watching as Erik got dressed to go out. His legs were crossed and his hands twitched in his lap from all the pent up energy he felt.

"Erik?"

It was always weird when Pietro decided to slow himself down for something; even weirder, for Erik, when he was that something. He didn't ignore it, exactly; there were a few glances at those twitching hands and if he didn't already have plans he'd have them now.

But he did have plans, nice hourglass shaped ones, and so he let his attention slide from Pietro's fidgeting to his own grooming. "Yeah?"

Pietro doesn't know how to tell Erik he doesn't want him to go out because that's not a part of this and he has no reason to, no right to tell him he can't because he'd agreed to this.

Except there's a sinking feeling in his stomach and the twitch under his skin that has nothing to do with his abilities and everything to do with things he doesn't want to look to closely at.

He can feel a niggling feeling in the back of his head that he knows is Wanda and he knows what she wants him to do.

"Will you stay?"

"Will I stay out?" Erik shrugs into his jacket and then actually shrugs. There's the definite sensation that he is missing something, here. "Dunno. Why?"

With a sigh, Pietro shakes his head and hops up off the bed so he can stand in front of him, face set with determination.

"That is not what I meant."

"Normally you talk a mile a minute, now you've got something to say but you won't just say it, so instead you're...what?" Erik puts his arms out, huffs in annoyance. "Asking if I'm gonna magically change my fucking mind about goin' out?"

There's a brief moment where Pietro regrets saying anything at all but it's quickly replaced by frustration when Erik's annoyance registers in his mind.

"I am not asking if you will change your mind. I am asking you not to go."

"Why." It's less a question and more of a demand. "You're twitchy about it all of a sudden, and I wanna know why."

There's another niggle, as if Wanda is offering him strength and then it disappears completely and he's alone in his head.

"Because I am not as okay with this as I thought I was. I am not okay with the openness of our relationship."

Erik's eyebrows raise and he tilts his head to the side, staring at Pietro silently for a moment.

Then his phone rings.

He cancels the call, sends a text message (something came up), silences his phone and tosses it on the bed behind Pietro. His jaw works, muscles tightening before he forces himself to relax them. Grinding his teeth to dust isn't going to help this conversation, whatever it is that's going on.

"So you want to renegotiate our terms. Right now." Nostrils flare a little. "Fine."

Pietro frowns, crossing his arms over his chest defensively in the face of Erik's anger. There's no fear -he's never been afraid of Erik before and he isn't going to start now- but he knew it wasn't going to go well the moment he opened his mouth.

"Yeah. That is what I want."

"Alright, well, I'm not gonna pull each thing you want out of you like a rotten tooth so you need to fucking speak up already. You don't want me to go out? Because you suddenly aren't comfortable with it?" He really doesn't need this shit, he should just go anyway...but he knows, if he does, he's opening the door to come back and Pietro will be gone.

That's what has him heading towards the kitchen, instead of the front door. He's gonna pour himself a shot or three, thanks. Because this is already stupid.

Pietro's in the kitchen before Erik gets there, but he makes no move to stop him from getting the drink he desires. Instead, he leans against the bench, tapping his fingers on the bench next to him because he can't stand still while he's this on edge.

"It is not sudden. I just had no reason to bring it up." Because Erik had only exercised the right once and at the time, Pietro hadn't been able to say anything for fear of ruining what they had.

Erik pours himself a shot of Swift single malt and, after a brief moment's consideration, sets the rest of the bottle in front of Pietro. That would put them...roughly in the same state of inebriation, which is to say negligible, but. He's developing a headache, a sort of empty pain in his chest he'd rather ignore thank you very much.

Pietro won't let him. Because Erik asked for honesty and now he's getting it. "You had no..." Erik pulls a face, balls his fist, releases it. "How long have you not been okay with it?"

Declining the offered drink, Pietro just watches Erik for a moment, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way his fist clenches and unclenches. For a brief moment, the speedster wonders if he's completely put his foot in it when Erik asks how long but the other man is still here and this conversation is still happening, so he goes with the truth.

Most of it.

"A while." Since the first time, he realizes. Even the time he'd found someone else, it hadn't felt right and Pietro had stopped it before anything happened and had come home. He'd come home to Erik because he didn't want anyone else. "The first time. If I really think about it, it was the first time."

There's a slow inhale and Erik ponders taking another shot, but...no, that probably wouldn't help. It wouldn't get him drunk anyway, and he's uncertain he actually wants to put his time and energy into becoming inebriated right now.

"You went out." He puts up a hand and stops Pietro from interrupting. "You tried to go out, and you came back here instead. Right?"

"Yes." Pietro doesn't argue because there isn't any point, not when Erik speaks the truth. He had gone out and he had been interested. Until he realized that he wasn't. And he'd said no, apologized and left. "I did. And then I came home. I came home to you. Because it did not feel right to be with someone else. To be with someone that is not you."

He lets out a sigh, crossing his arms again and glancing at Erik's feet before looking back up to meet his eyes. "I tried to be okay with it, with the openness. But you told me to be honest. And if I am being honest with you then you need to know that I am not."

He feels some kinda way about Pietro calling this small space home, about Pietro coming home to him. The problem is that he never meant to feel any kinda way. This was supposed to be drama free fucking, that's it.

This? Feeling shit? Feeling are how you get caught up and fucked up.

"A'ight." Is it? "Any other things you're having trouble with?"

"Is it?" Pietro arches his brow, finally reaching out for the bottle and taking a mouthful. "Is it alright?"

There's something about the lack of reaction that frustrates him and Pietro shoves his hand through his hair with a huff, sending the white and brown strands into disarray. "Why are you so..." He can't find the word he's looking for and he frowns. "Calm? No. I do not know what the word is."

"I should've fucking seen it coming." He is not calm. He is far from calm. He's angry and frustrated and dislikes this entire conversation, but he left himself open for this shit. "Now I've canceled plans over your shit, and you're worried because...what? I'm not fucking calm." But Pietro hasn't done anything wrong. That's the real problem.

"Now I gotta rearrange my whole fucking shit over your hangups."

"You asked for honesty! That is what I am giving you!" Pietro's own anger raises with Erik's and he pushes off the counter with a huff, hands clenching at his sides before he forces them to relax.

"My hangups?" Cursing in Sokovian, Pietro's glare hardens. The words slip, his voice raised and he doesn't even think about them before he says them, falling from his mouth in his native tongue and he freezes, eyes going wide in shock at the fact that he just said I love you. The only saving grace is that he's never taught Erik Sokovian so it's highly likely he doesn't know what Pietro has just said. "Is that what it is to you? My hangups?"

Is it a saving grace though? He's heard those words before, in softer tones, teasing tones, fond and exasperated tones. He's heard those words directed at Wanda at the end of every conversation, every Skype session. Erik stops like he's been slapped, eyes wide then narrowed and then...

He lets out a heavy breath and rubs at his eyes because this is dumb. It's dangerous. He can't say anything in response to that, and as a result, the question that Pietro actually asked gets lost in his mind. It takes him a moment to remember what the fuck he wanted to say in response, and in that silence?

Some of his anger ebbs out. "You're gonna get caught up."

While Erik is silent, Pietro is trying to sort through the panic that's filled him. He realises the words are true, he means them, but that doesn't mean he meant to say them, put them out in the open like that. And Erik isn't saying anything and that makes it so much worse. He's backed himself up against the counter again, arms crossed over his chest defensively and he feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin, dread and panic rising the longer Erik is quiet.

And then he speaks and Pietro frowns because, "what?"

"Some Nazi wanna be HYDRA fucks managed to get their hands on me and you killed people for me." He pours himself another shot. Fuck not getting drunk now. "My cousin knows you're here, which means her brother knows you're here." He looks at the alcohol in the glass before slamming it back. "Not that I really give a fuck about that part, but you know."

He doesn't sound half as pissed about that as he would've thirty minutes ago.

"Just don't tell people I'm your fucking boyfriend, because I ain't."

The anger is gone, replace by a whole mess of feelings Pietro doesn't want to look into. He sighs, rolling his eyes at Erik's last words, because he hasn't told anyone anything of what they were and, other than Wanda, he doesn't have anyone to tell; his social life is limited to the two of them and the occasional message to Clint, usually about Nathaniel.

"Where do you think I would be, if I were not here? What drama do you think I would be dealing with? I would be with the Avengers, with my sister, fighting HYDRA and other bullshit. I would be dealing with their issues and not just the ones you have with your cousin's." He huffs. "And, for the record, I killed them before they could kill you. And I would do it again."

His voice soften and he sighs, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "You asked for honesty, Erik. That is what I am giving you."

"Yeah I fucking hear you." He huffs, annoyed now, before he crosses the space between them and puts his hands on either side of Pietro's face.

He's afraid, he recognizes that. Afraid of the weight of Pietro's words, words neither of them will admit have entered the picture, and afraid of the fact that it hasn't sent him running. "Guess that means you're all mine."

Not that it was ever really a question, he knows that.

Pietro's hands come up to close loosely around each of Erik's wrists, thumbs tracing over the raised scars beneath them as he meets the other man's eyes head on, the words he'd said hanging between them unacknowledged but painfully existent. They're true and so Pietro wouldn't take them back even if he wasn't afraid to bring them up.

He'll definitely have to tell Wanda, just for the comfort of her wisdom and mock scolding.

"That has never been a question. Not since the day I chose to stay here instead of going back to the Avengers with my sister." No one was more shocked than he had been but Wanda had supported it, so long as he was happy.

Erik smirks a little, a flash of gold in his mocking smile, before leaning in and licking Pietro's lips before biting down on the bottom one. He's tired of talking, now, would rather get Pietro naked and loud to push out the roaring in Erik's mind.

Pietro loves him. Pietro has killed because of him. Pietro lets Erik hold him down and mark him up and all he wants is for Erik to keep it in his pants unless Pietro is the focus, and, well.

He's done harder things.

Pietro moans, immediately melting into the kiss. Both hands come up and curl into his dreads, tugging gently. It doesn't take a lot of effort to pull himself up, wrapping his legs around Erik's waist.

"Take me to bed."

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.]

((no sex prompts please))

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