The first time Jason leaves a sappy literary quote on his skin it’s an accident, but it becomes a challenge after that. Tim doesn’t find it amusing. Set in the same ‘verse as Colorful Words.
*The numbers in parenthesis are for a reference I’m leaving at the end. The reference will have the full quote, the book title, and the author. Got to give proper credit!
The first time it happens, Tim is in the middle of presenting a group project and only finds out about it because a couple of girls start giggling. When his professor goes to shush them, his eyes squint at Tim and he hides a chuckle behind a very fake cough. Instinctively, Tim reaches his hand up to the spot on his neck that everyone is staring at, but he doesn’t feel anything odd. His group members all turn to look at him, then Kon lets out a choked off laugh.
“You’ve got some interesting words there.”
Tim quickly clamps his hand over his neck. “What did Jason say this time?”
“As in Jason Todd?” His professor has a knowing look that makes Tim want to cover his face with his hands, but he simply nods and hopes his face doesn’t turn bright red. “Ah, that explains things.”
Okay be warned. I’m going to post the damn Valentines Day story because for the past three years I’ve posted a Valentines Day story. Tradition I suppose. But this one is rough (see previous post). I may continue editing and working on it so I’m posting it on AO3 so I can maintain control of it.
Summary: In a world where the last words your soulmate will say to you are written on your wrist, fearful and introverted Phil works in a bookstore. His greatest fear? The words counting down the seconds until he meet his soulmate, someone called ‘Dan.’ But it isn’t until he befriends a university student that he nicknames ‘Bear’ that Phil realizes that surviving through fear isn’t the same as living.
A/N: And here comes the storm.
Fun fact I actually met a man named Bear the other day.
Somehow, Bear had managed to become an constant presence during Phil’s time at Ink and Quill. By this point it had become habit for him to look up at any given moment and spy the university student duck through the door with a thoughtful expression and a cryptic statement ready to spill from his lips with the right question. Not that Phil minded, exactly. Sometimes he felt he lived for the stolen hour or two with Bear, whether it was at the shop or the chance meeting at Starbucks. Phil wasn’t sure when he first noticed that Bear had stopped visiting. It had been less of a conscious realization and more of a subconscious observation along with an intuitive feeling that something was wrong. It was strange, he reflected, how much of a difference the absence of one unnamed customer could make when it came to determining how good of a day he was having. While Phil knew it was stupid, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He was hardly one to inflate his own self-importance, but after spending the past couple of months religiously visiting both Phil and Ink and Quill it seemed uncharacteristic of Bear to simply get up and leave without an explanation. And though Phil supposed that beyond what little Bear volunteered he didn’t really know who Bear was at all, if Bear was anything like he acted like he was the move was strange even for someone as unpredictable as he was. But as Phil didn’t even have a name to work with, he tried to push it to the back of his mind. It wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it anyway.