Ok so I’ve been working on a collection of different Quintis fics to deal with the hiatus, and I just finished this one, and I kinda like it. I didn’t know if I should post it or not b/c I wasn’t really sure about it because this is my first fanfic thing and I’ve read tons of fics that are soooo much better, but I wanted the rest of the Cyclone to see it so here it is. Please, any and all feedback to help me with my writing ok thanks. (I don’t own any of the characters in this so)
This is based of a post that I saw a while ago but can’t find now sorry :(
“Bullshit!” Happy looked up from the piece of metal she was working on at the sound of Toby’s outburst. She had heard him enter her apartment almost a half an hour ago, and except for the sink running as filled a glass of water, she had not heard him since. It was not uncommon for him to randomly show up at her apartment, as she had given him a key a few weeks ago, but usually the first thing he did was find her and present her with some gooey confession of love, which usually annoyed her, but she liked it too. She glanced at her clock, and blinked in surprise when she realized i was nearly two in the morning. Why was Toby at her apartment at this time of night, and why was he shouting about seemingly nothing. Slowly, she peered out from her converted workroom and made her way to her little living area.
There, she found Toby pacing in front of the couch, hands over his face like when he was stressed or upset to the point of breaking, a documentary paused on the tv behind him. A bottle of vodka was on the table next to him, and it looked like he had only taken maybe one shot. So he wasn’t drunk, maybe, not yet.
“Hey, Doc, what’s up?” She asked, startling him out of his stupor. He looked at her, his expression so broken, so full of panic and desperation, that she started to worry. She didn’t need to be a world class shrink to know something was up. “Toby? Is there something wrong?” The expression on his face caused her to go into a bit of panic mode as well. She crossed the room and went to him, worried by his uncharacteristic silence. Even on his worse days he would have at least noted her choice in clothing, a tight, almost see through white tank top and black jean shorts, and cracked a joke followed with an ‘I love you Happy Quinn,’ but not tonight.
Once she reached him, she had barely opened her mouth to ask again what wrong before he had wrapped her tightly in his arms and his lips crashed down onto hers. It was a surprise, although not an unwelcomed one, so after a moment of hesitation she wrapped her arms around his waist and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him better. At this, he picked her up and spun her around in the way she secretly loved, and moved his lips down her neck. She groaned softly into his ear, but then paused. “Toby…” Abruptly, he stopped, blinking down at her in confusion and, she thought, a little bit of hurt.
“What is it?” He asked, his voice completely and utterly broken. “What did I do?”
Happy blinked at him, thinking about how his lips had tasted of vodka, and of something stronger. He had been out, apparently.
“Nothing, Toby, it’s just…”
“Then what, Happy?” He blurted. Happy looked at him in surprise. He seemed fully sober, but he was acting completely out of the ordinary.
“Toby, what’s gotten into you? Why were you yelling at the tv?” Happy asked, glaring at her ridiculous boyfriend with a mixture of concern and exasperation. He could be so thick sometimes.
“Happy, I…” he recognised her aggravated, defensive stance and closed the distance between them and pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you, Happy,” he murmured into her ear. “I love you so fucking much.” He was shaking and close to tears, something she rarely saw in him, and it scared her a little.
Before she could say anything, she felt his lips brush her forehead and he continued. “The documentary said you can’t love someone without loving yourself first. That’s bullshit.” He took a shaky breath. “That’s bullshit. I have… I have never loved myself. But you, oh god I love you so much, I forget what hating myself feels like. I just—” She broke him off by pulling him down and kissing him so fiercely that he gasped against her mouth before responding with more passion than she had ever felt, picking her up and pushing her roughly against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and circled her arms around his neck, curling her finger is his hair as she kissed him, refusing to let go.
He kissed her with all his pent up pain and desperation, loving the feel of her under his lips. He groaned as she wrapped her legs around him, kissing him back just as fiercely as he supported her against the wall. He moved his lips down her jaw to her neck, causing her to moan his name softly. After a minute, he wrapped his arms around her and swung her around, causing her to gasp in surprise, before gently laying her on the couch, his lips never leaving her. After she was on the couch, he laughed against her lips as she pulled him down on top of her, and, not wanting to crush her tiny frame, he straddled her hips and braced his arms so he wasn’t completely on top of her. she slid her hands up under his shirt, and he felt her delicate touch graze over every inch of his stomach and chest, wrapping around to his back, pushing his shirt up. Without even a moment’s hesitation he slid the shirt over his head, tossing it off to the side, and Happy did the same with her tank top, which, he thought, she looked hot as all hell in. Although, to be fair, he thought she looked fucking amazing in anything, especially the black bra and blacker cutoff shorts she was in now. He sighed against her neck as she traced his body with her fingers. They stayed like that for a long time, him nuzzling her neck and cupping her hips, her tracing patterns on his back, in perfect silence. He kissed her deeply one last time, his hands lingering on her hips, before rolling over so they were spooned together.
She snuggled into him, and he sighed and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her secured against his chest. “Movie?” He asked, knowing she’d be asleep within the next few minutes anyway. She nodded her head and handed him the remote, and he clicked through the channels until Iron Man came on.
“So many mechanical inaccuracies,” she muttered. “But a good movie.” He laughed at her comment. and they watched in comfortable silence for a while.
“Toby?” Toby startled from his thoughts at the sound of his name from Happy’s mouth.
“I love you,” she whispered quietly, on the verge of sleep. “I love more than anything.”
“Happy,” He murmured into her hair. “Oh, Hap, you know I love you too.”
“Good,” she sighed, and drifted into dreams. He pressed his lips to her head, tightening his grip on her so they wouldn’t fall.
He stared at the TV as the end credits of the movie finished scrolling, then clicked it off, shifting so he could stand. Once his legs woke up a little, he carefully lifted his sleeping girlfriend into his arms. She looked so peaceful as she slept, completely at peace, the ice she kept up to push people away completely gone. His beautiful, badass mechanic. He carried her to her bedroom, pushing the door closed behind him with his foot. He made his way to her messy, unmade bed, and collapsed with her on top of the covers, wrapping her in his arms as she shivered.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered against her before drifting off into a comfortable sleep.
Ok so I’m hoping to make this a multi-chapter thing so they can maybe talk it out, so if you like it or have suggestions, please let me know