Another Day in Paradise

Another Day in Paradise

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*Preview* "Hey, Dakoda?" Marc stopped me. I turned back to him. "Yea?" "Promise me something." His words paused any thoughts of wanting to just heading home now so I didn't get into more trouble, causing my heart to skip. He wanted me to promise him something? "Depends." Marc's head tilted, his eyes were frowning again, something he seemed to do often. He didn't seem to like my response. Maybe he was hoping for an 'abso-friggen-lutely!' He wasn't going to get it from me. "Promise me, that the next time someone hurts you, you'll tell me." I felt my lips twist into a rueful scowl and I shook my head. "Well, that's something I can't promise." I whispered, taking a step down the driveway. Marc's eyes glinted in irritation. "Why not?" He growled. I took a deep breath, set down my skateboard back on the ground, and was poised to kick off. "I don't like to lie to people I don't want to hurt."
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Uploading all my ao3 works here at a snail pace hehe - This story is being translated to Hungarian by the lovely @mdeveraux here on wattpad! This story is a one shot, but also has a second part (3 chapters long) that I'll upload after this. I cannot deal with tags here, so here's a peak: He looks at Mark with so much yearning, the question that slips out of him feels like a declaration of love. 'Mark...will you let me hold you, just once?' Jack asks, and he looks so, so weak as he mumbles his request, voice small and scared and desperate in between his quivering breaths. 'I know you're not him, I just...I-I never thought I'd get to see...feel him again' he explains, stuttering over his words, eyes pleading. '...please?' He whispers brokenly, eyes wet. OR: Jack meets Mark. Mark meets Jack. An encounter neither of them know how to handle. They do the best they can. TW: There are mentions of thoughts of suicide, but nothing major than that. Jack is mourning, and finds solace in Mark. Enjoy ♥️

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