I'll let you win (a falsettos x marvel au)

Chapter 23: what the fuck is going on?

welp, relatable title. 

you know what I'm looking forward to? HAVING TO GO TO COLLEGE BUT NOT SWIMMING BUT APPARENTLY IT'S STILL CLASSED AS A LOCKDOWN. that ain't it luv, sozzer Bojo you clown. 

Also, I reckon he has a bit of a drinking problem.

Anyway, this has a bit of smut at the end, it isn't particularly graphic but it's so awkward to write. 

when writing smut:😳

when reading smut:😐

"huh." Philip said, nose close to the counter. He stood back up to his usual height, looking at Jason, "I have no clue what this is."

Jason rolled his eyes, slouching slightly as all hope was lost, 'I thought you had something'

"bruh, what would make you think that me, a non-genius normal human being, would know what this is." He gestured to the sphere on the counter, "it's so small, I wanna eat it."

'please don't' Jason signed, rubbing his eyes hard, 'but just look at this!' He exclaimed, getting up and quickly grabbing two forks from the drawer that slid open slowly. He perched back onto the stall that sat beneath the kitchen island, gently, he poked at the small sphere with one of the forks, holding it in place with the other. Tiny blades burst from the sphere as it suddenly began to escape the forks grip.

"where did you find this?" Philip asked. "ummm... maybe your dad knows something."

'well- '

As if on cue, Marvin, holding a tablet and stacks of Paper on top of his open laptop, entered from the room along the hall, kicking the office door closed behind him. "I really need to figure out how to make better Wi-Fi." He grumbled, dropping it all down on the counter, "hi Philip, what are you- "

His face suddenly went pale as he saw the sphere.

"Jason, where did you find this?" He asked, tone urgent and cold. He already had the phone pressed to his ear, fingers moving at rapid speed.

'nowhere.' Jason signed, 'unless you get me something.'

"Jesus Christ kid, you are not fucking extorting me right now." He grumbled, his phone continuing to ring as he kept declining the calls.

'one thing.' Jason teased, eyes wide and innocent.

Marvin sighed, "name your price."

'half a mil to a charity of my choosing.'

"m'kay, how about one mil split between two different charities if you tell me everything." Marvin made a large gesture with his arms "this ain't my first rodeo kid."

'fine' Jason said, folding his arms over his chest, 'I dug it out of my stomach.'

"oh my god- "Philip interrupted "-that's fucking gross man."

"Jason!" Marvin exclaimed "why would you choose to hurt yourself; do you need to talk to anyone, a psychiatrist?"

Jason rolled his eyes but was slightly happy that his Father was beginning to care about him, 'I'm fine. The bullet wound just wasn't healing, they always heal, watch this!'

He grabbed a steak knife from the side, wincing as he cut his pinkie, showing Marvin and Philip as it quickly closed up.

"wow." Philip muttered under his breath quietly, lightly stroking the small scar that now was there on Jason's finger. Suddenly, their eyes met as the electricity pulsed between them, Jason's eyes widening as he felt the fluttering breath of Philip on his cheek.