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brian-bloody-may · 3 years

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hi, love!! may i please request something with bri? enemies to lovers would be spectacular, but anything fluffy on your mind will do!! thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺

Hi! You’re my first ask :D I absolutely adore the enemies to lovers trope, though I’ve never actually written a fic using it! It's a little different however than the usual trope so keep that in mind. I accidentally ended up writing more than 4,000 words for this one (I was aiming at making it less than 2000 words jfsljgalk) and I think maybe some parts are stupid or don’t make sense, but I think it’s cute at least and it’s fluff and angst so what more can you ask for? Enjoy! Thanks for the prompt!!! I think I’ll call this “A Hard Day’s Night” lol

Slight tw for cursing

You didn’t mean for it to be this way, it just sort of….happened. You liked to think you didn’t have any enemies, I mean, you didn’t talk a lot, you didn’t have a lot of friends and you kept a low profile. You minded your own business, plain and simple. So how you ended up despising your neighbor across the hall from you was truly a shock to yourself.

It’s not like you didn’t have a reason though. Looking back, perhaps you had overreacted but....no, you had a perfectly valid reason. You sigh, you didn’t want to think about it anymore. You shut your eyes and laid back in your bed, and still you couldn’t stop replaying the day’s events over and over in your head.

It was, perhaps, one of the worst days you had had in the past few months. School was piling up, you were behind on no less than 3 assignments, you had an approaching test and you most certainly weren’t prepared. You had bills to pay, groceries to buy unless you wanted to starve. And now, the cherry on top, your mother had called to tell you that your father had been in a bad car accident, and that he was in the hospital with multiple broken bones. The pressure was piling and piling and piling.

So, after the worst week you’ve had in a very long time, all you wanted to do was go back to your shitty apartment and cry. Fate, apparently, had other plans. You entered your building and began walking up the steps. Truthfully, you hadn’t fully noticed the loud voices coming from somewhere farther up in the building, but as you got closer to your floor you realized it was coming from the hallway in front of your room. As you stepped into the hall, you noticed 4 men, 3 of them laughing and joking around, while the other man locked the door behind them preparing to go who knows where. You recognized him as your next door neighbor whom you had never actually spoken to.

The sight of them had only caught you off guard for a second before realizing that, actually, you couldn’t care less who they were or what they were doing, as you only wanted to be in bed. As you walked towards them, all 4 noticed you, you kept your head low. You noticed out of the side of your eye that a blonde one had elbowed another one of the men, before walking towards you slightly with a confident and arrogant attitude that had already begun to piss you off. Then he spoke.

“Hello, gorgeous.” he said.

You heard one of them groan in annoyance, and another, which you realized after was your neighbor, chastise him.

“Roger, please.” he said

“What? I was only being nice”

Through all of this, you kept your head down and you didn’t stop to give him the satisfaction. You would have to walk past them to get to your apartment, so you kept going. Then you heard your neighbor speak once again.

“Oh, hey, I think I left something inside, let me get it.” and he quickly unlocked the door and went in, leaving the other 3 in the hallway. Right before you were about to pass them, the blonde, Roger, once again made a move, moving right in front of your path and leaning against the wall on his elbow in a stupid attempt of looking appealing. His other 2 friends, one with black hair and one with brown hair, both rolled their eyes.

“I’m Roger,” he said with a sly smile, sticking out his hand for you to shake.

“Piss off,” you replied.

The two other men, though they seemed annoyed with his antics, didn’t think to move out of the way to let you through the cramped hallway, so you opted for pushing yourself through forcefully, slightly knocking Roger off his balance.

“Hey!” he yelled, offended. As you went past he put his hand on your shoulder, and in one quick moment of rage, you snapped and turned around.

“Listen to me, asshole. If you ever fucking touch me ever again, you will be so sorry. I’ve dealt with men who love to harass women, I’ve seen it all, and you’re just as bad as them. You do not have the right. So next time you even think about laying a hand on me or any other woman you’ve ever bothered, take a moment to think about what a piece of shit you are.”

In the moment you hadn’t noticed it, but your neighbor had found whatever he had been looking for and was now back outside in the hallway, locking up his apartment again as you went off on his friend. As you finished, you saw the look of shock on all 4 of the men’s faces. Whatever they had been expecting, it wasn’t that. Roger put his arms up in defense.

“Woah, I’m sorry.” he said half apologetically.

You turned on your heels and walked away, not suffering one more second of interaction. You heard your neighbor behind you saying something to them. It registered for a moment that he sounded angry.

You were already looking for your keys in your bag as you approached your door after what seemed like a 5 minute ordeal. In reality, the events from the moment you got to the top of the steps to the moment you reached your door couldn’t have been longer than a minute, but doesn’t anger always make you perceive things differently? You were already fiddling with your keys and were about to unlock your door when you noticed that your neighbor had run up next to you before you got into your room.

“Look, I am so, so sorry for my friend’s behavior. Roger can be....a pain” he said as he rubbed his neck awkwardly.

You merely looked at him, anger still blurring your head.

“Um, if there’s anything I can do, you know, to make up for it, please let me kn-”

And before he could finish, you were walking into your apartment and slamming the door shut in his face. You had no room for niceties, no room for forgiveness at the moment. You turned around and slammed the keys on the kitchen counter. You thought that he might try to knock, or to say something on the other side of the door, but you heard nothing more and forgot about it. Your only mission was to cry like you had never cried before, so you walked to your bedroom, shut the door, and fell face first onto your bed. And then came the tears.

For the next few hours you had gone through a sad and vicious cycle. Cry, wipe your tears away, compose yourself, pick up the book next to your bed to try to move your mind away from your problems, remember your problems, and cry some more. Honestly, it was therapeutic. At some point you knew you wouldn’t be able to bottle your feelings up anymore, and maybe, you thought, this would be a turning point of sorts. Maybe you would be able to get your shit together after the climax of the day. Well, you thought that, and then you began to cry some more.

And so there you sat, crying rather loudly in your apartment, wallowing in self pity. So much so that you almost didn’t hear the knock at your door.

At first you wondered what would happen if you just didn’t answer the door. Whoever was on the other side of it surely couldn’t have been more important than what you had going on at the moment. But, in a quick moment of judgement, you decided to make yourself get up and answer it. You walked to the door, wiping tears and mascara trails alike off of your face, trying to maintain any dignity you had left.

You didn’t bother looking through the peephole before opening the door. There stood your neighbor in front of you. It occurred to you that perhaps you didn’t have a right to be angry at him; after all, it was his friend who had set you off, not him. He had only been in the firing range. But either way, at that moment his was not the face you wanted to see. A new spark of rage began boiling in you, but he began talking before you got the chance to act on it.

“Hello, I-” he began before pausing, taking a look at your face and tilting his head. He undoubtedly noticed your tear stained face, you realized. “Uh, sorry, are you alright, love?” he asked gently.

Perhaps, if you and he had been friends, this question would have sparked a different response in you, but after the day you had had, you didn’t quite feel like unloading all of your angst on to a stranger. Instinctively, you wiped your face with the back of your hand, trying to further wipe away your stained face.

“Yes,” you said swiftly and angrily, “what are you doing here?”

“Uh, well, I just wanted to apologize again for my friend, you see. I just,” he paused and looked down, before looking back up to you again. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

You wanted to be mad. You wanted to be furious at him. He, a complete stranger to you, had no right to check on you. He had no right to ask if you were alright, to invade your privacy. Briefly, however, it crossed your mind that maybe you were being rash and ridiculous. You stood there for a moment, deciding on some sort of response to his question. Then, it hit you like a pound of bricks, and, oh god, you were crying again. In front of your neighbor who you’ve talked to a collective 2 minutes total.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t put this all on you, I’m sorry,” you said, tossing the rest of your dignity out of the window. You rested your head in your hands and tried to stop the flow of tears.

“No, it’s alright, it’s ok love, I-” he stopped, not knowing exactly what to say. He hesitantly put his hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him, dodging your eyes away every few seconds in a sad attempt of escaping eye contact.

“Listen, and it’s alright if you don’t want to or if it would make you uncomfortable, but uh, well. Would you like to come over to my apartment? I totally get it if that’s not alright, I know we don’t exactly know each other like that, but...you seem like you could use a friend right now.”

You looked around restlessly, your tears slowly coming to a stop as you wiped underneath your eyes once more and exhaling out. You thought about his offer, thought about how on another day, under different circumstances, you might have declined it. But he was right, you could use a friend.

“Okay.” you said. “Let me grab my keys.”

“Al..alright” he replied. He seemed as if he expected you to say no.

You turned back around, grabbed your keyring off the counter, and followed him out of the apartment and towards his own. He let you go in first, and you took a quick look around. It was nice; a little messy perhaps, but it was charming. The walls were littered with various posters and illustrations. One of the posters, you noticed, had 4 people on it whom you recognized. You looked closer and realized it was your neighbor and the 3 others you had met earlier today. Well, ‘met’ was an over exaggeration. Underneath the photos, written in extravagant text, wrote “Queen.” It was a band poster.

You felt him walk up beside you after closing the door.

“Are you guys a band?” you asked, beginning to finally settle down but still sniffling occasionally.

“Uh, yeah we are, actually.” he said, once again rubbing the back of his neck as he had done earlier. You looked at the poster again, seemingly lost in thought, before he pulled you out of it.

“Right, well. I don’t suppose I’ve officially introduced myself. I’m Brian” he said, extending his palm.

“I’m y/n” you replied. And for the first time that day, you smiled, even though it was only slight.

“Hello, y/n” he repeated, faintly echoing your smile. You realized that you didn’t exactly know how to progress the conversation. You had just cried in front of your neighbor, and now you were in his apartment. Needless to say that this was a new situation for you, and it seemed it was for Brian too. There was a short moment of silence over the room before you spoke up, breaking it awkwardly.

“I’m really sorry about everything,” you began before getting cut off.

“No, if anyone should apologize it needs to be me,” he started apologetically. “I’m so sorry about my friend earlier, Roger is a real pain in the ass and doesn’t know how to talk to people appropriately, as you can tell. I should have stopped him, I didn’t realize what he was going to try, I should have known though. I could have handled that better.”

This took you aback. You hadn’t anticipated such a sincere apology and now you were beginning to feel guilty.

“Really, I shouldn’t have lashed out at you that way earlier, I shut the door in your face, that was rude, i-” you paused to take a breath and ran your hand through your hair in the process. “It’s just been a really long day. So much has been happening lately and it’s become overwhelming. I usually don’t get so angry and impulsive, I just-”

“No, it’s alright, I understand completely. I’m the same way sometimes. It’s easy to let your problems, I don’t know, spiral sometimes. Snowball effect, until they’re so big they’re tough to handle. I get it.”

You weren’t used to someone being so kind to you. It almost made you start crying again, this time out of relief instead of frustration. You tried to hold back, but tears pricked the back of your eyes anyways. One escaped and you quickly wiped it away.

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping.” he said, noticing it.

“No, no, you’re ok. I’m just not used to...this.” you quickly reassured, vaguely gesturing your hand in the air. You weren’t exactly sure what ‘this’ was.

“Would you like to sit down? Can I get you something to drink? A glass of water?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” And with that he turned away into the kitchen, leaving you in the small living room to sit down on his couch.

Looking around some more, you noticed a few things. On the walls, among his own band poster and others, you noticed a few illustrations and images. You realized that they were of constellations, planets, stars; anything related to space, it seemed, he had pasted on his walls. You then noticed a telescope in the corner of the room next to the window. It was silly, you pondered for a second, because right outside of his window was the wall of another building next to it. Surely he wasn’t able to see many stars through it, you thought, but your attention was once again drawn away by the sight of another thing. Near the telescope was a shiny red guitar propped up on a stand. He was a guitarist, then.

Brian walked back into the room a moment later with a glass of water in his hand. He gave it to you and you took it gratefully before taking a small sip. Perhaps you hadn’t realized how dehydrated you had actually been. He took a seat on one of the chairs next to the sofa, as to not overstep his boundaries and sit too close.

There was another moment of painfully awkward silence. You were beginning to wonder if this was a mistake. You had no business being here, did you? You thought that maybe you’d say something like, ‘well, perhaps I should be going’ or maybe even ‘sorry for wasting your time, i shouldn’t be here’ but you realized that it would only be combated by Brian’s reassurance, so it wasn’t worth the effort. Instead, you settled on something else.

“So,” you began. “I’m sure you’re probably wondering why I’ve been crying all afternoon and have been on the brink of tears since you invited me to your apartment.” You tried to work in some type of humor to deflect or lighten the mood but Brian didn’t laugh, he only stared empathetically in your direction, listening to you intently, not interrupting. His kindness was so astounding it scared you just a little, but you decided that you wouldn’t stop, and so you began to unload everything you had been carrying that day, that week, that month. It all came unraveling like a tightly coiled ball of yarn. You told him about school, about how you were in debt and were struggling to stay afloat, how your dad had been in an accident and now on top of everything else you were worried sick about him.

“I think the...situation..in the hallway earlier was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m sorry you had to be there for that. All the stress was just too much to handle, and as soon as I got to my apartment I just...shattered.” you finished, with one last sigh. As you recalled everything, you were afraid that it was becoming far too overwhelming far too fast. You felt it heavy on your chest, you felt your voice become hoarse, your eyes become glassy, your lungs taking shallow breaths. All of the sudden you weren’t in Brian’s apartment anymore, you were inside your own head and nothing around you made sense.

And like that, for the thousandth time that day, you burst into tears. You couldn’t say you were surprised. You placed your head in your hands and tried to even your breathing but it wasn’t working. And then, out of nowhere, you felt the couch dip beside you, and you felt 2 arms wrap around your shoulders.

“It’s alright love, you’re ok, I’ve got you, no need to worry.” He said in a soothing voice, and you believed him. You didn’t think about the way that you had only known him for a little while and he had already seen you cry twice. You didn’t think about how one might find it strange that you had only just met and he was hugging you and helping you calm down from another fit of tears. You only thought about how at that moment, for the first time in a long while, you felt safe and cared for and no longer alone.

This time you didn’t try to stop crying, you just let it happen, and Brian didn’t seem opposed. He let you cry in his arms, occasionally running his hand over your hair and reminding you to breathe in and out. After what you guessed was 6 or 7 minutes, your tears slowed, but Brian still held you. You were grateful. You finally took a long, shuttery breath and began to find some semblance of composure.

“Thank you,” you said simply.

“It’s no problem, darling. None at all.” he replied, slowly untangling his arms from around you, and you almost missed the contact once they were gone.

In the moments after you both stayed silent. Brian let you process, and you took a few more sips from your water glass. Your attention was drawn back to the guitar in the corner.

“You play guitar?” you asked to draw the conversation away from sadness and stress and everything else that had just passed over you in a wave of emotion.

“Yes, I do. I built that guitar with my father. I’ve been using it ever since,” he said.

You thought that maybe you shouldn’t bother him, you had already put him through enough, he didn’t owe you any favors. But, you had to ask, didn’t you?

“Would you mind...playing something for me?”

“Yeah...anything you’d like” he said and stood up from beside you to grab it. You thought that maybe when he sat down he’d sit back in the armchair next to the couch, but instead he resumed his position next to you, only sitting a little farther away to make room for the guitar. He looked down in concentration before beginning to pluck a tune that was simplistic but beautiful. Then he began to sing, and you were entranced.

“Yesterday my life was in ruin. Now today I know what I'm doing. Gotta feeling I should be doing all right” he sang peacefully

“Doing all right. Where will I be this time tomorrow, jump in joy or sinking in sorrow anyway I should be doing all right. Doing all right”

You wanted him to sing forever. You would be perfectly content if, for the rest of eternity, you sat on his couch while he lulled you with a gentle melody. With each lyric, you fell deeper into the trance. Your eyes traced the features of his face. He was facing forward on the couch, his profile in full view and illuminated by the lamp a few feet behind him, making everything about him feel angelic and ethereal. It didn’t occur to you how intensely you had been staring at him while he sang. It was only when he stopped that you noticed he seemed a little nervous under your watch.

“It’s just one of our songs, my band’s I mean, It’s nothing much really,” he said, looking away awkwardly.

“It was perfect,” you assured. “You’re incredibly talented”

“Thank you,” he smiled, seeming genuinely appreciative of the comment.

For a moment you thought that the awkward silence had returned, but actually, you realized, there wasn’t anything awkward about it. You both sat still for a moment, and it felt as if you two had been friends for years, like you were more than strangers who happened to live in the same hallway. You didn’t feel strange or uncomfortable. The sadness you had felt only an hour, hell, only a minute or so before this moment had seemed all consuming, but now you could hardly remember why a lingering tear still ghosted your cheek. Your anxiety and stress was a distant memory now as you looked a few feet in front of you into his eyes.

He was looking back at you.

You noticed faintly how his eyes flicked down to your lips for a swift moment. You noticed, faintly, how yours did the same. For a second, you almost thought that the air had changed, that the energy had shifted in some way, you didn’t pay it much mind.

“y/n?” Brian said gently, lowering his voice nearly to a whisper. You realized he had inched slightly closer to you. You hadn’t realized just how close you had been sitting to each other before then. You skipped a beat before responding.

“Yes?” you asked.

He seemed unsure of himself, unsure of what he really wanted to say, and if he really wanted to say it.

“Can I…” he trailed off, not bothering to finish the question before leaning in ever so slightly to seal the gap between both of you with a kiss. A gentle one, one that perhaps matched the way he had been towards you that evening; soft, understanding, careful. Sweet.

It couldn’t have lasted more than 6, 7 seconds. You didn’t want it to end, but you certainly wouldn’t dare miss the expression playing on his face once you had parted. He smiled like you hadn’t seen him smile yet. He seemed happy, which was a beam of light upon the darkness in which the interaction you’d had together had started. He was considerably taller than you were, but he rested his forehead against yours gently, and he laughed.

“Was that terribly inappropriate?” he asked, looking down between the two of you.

You considered for a second what you wanted to say. You laughed back.

“It would only be appropriate, I think, if we didn’t do it again” You saw him smile again as he moved his head away slightly to look at you.

“Well, I suppose we have no other choice.”

He moved his hand up to your face, cupping your jaw, and again you closed the gap.

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 3 years

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Summer Nights: Part 1

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Overweight/Plus size Female identifying Reader

Series: Summer Nights

Warning: Fred’s death, the series will mention issues such as guilt, grief, etc.

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff (formerly imaginesofeveryfandom) aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Summary/Request: You’d always had brief glimpses of Charlie Weasley throughout your life, but despite your closeness with the rest of the Weasley family and your friendship with the Weasley Twins, you had never officially met. Until Charlie Weasley decided to take the summer off from his work as a Dragon Keeper at the Romanian Reserve and come back home, to the Burrow, that is.

Notes: Gif is my own, using my art of Charlie Weasley which you can find on my art blog @artisticwarnug here. If you use please make sure you credit me and my art blog properly, that the ownership is clear as it is my own art and I would hate for it to be unclear that I made it <3 x

Reader was a Hufflepuff in school but it probably won’t be mentioned that much!

Prologue

After the war you’d found it harder and harder to spend long periods of time with your family. Not only were you working and living within a magical world that they were not a part of, but they didn’t know of the war or understand the true trauma of the experience for you and most of the wizarding community. You’d lost one of your best friends...Fred wasn’t coming back and your family had no idea that any of it even occurred. You’d seen your own friend alive one minute, and dead the next. Nothing could quite compare to the feeling, like choking on your own breath. Like drowning.

As a result you not only lived with the Weasley’s, Molly protesting whenever you tried to pay her money (you had Bill help you put some into their vault anyway, feeling the need to give them something for their kindness), but spent most of your holidays there as well, rarely returning home for Christmas, Easter, or the summer time. As much as you loved your family you struggled to be around them and they didn’t understand you either.

In your grief you’d found that helping others made it easier, or at least helped you forget the feelings of guilt and grief that sat so heavy in your stomach. Helping George get back on his feet, helping Lee get his enthusiasm back, helping Mrs Weasley with dinner and around the house, helping everyone just seemed to make it easier to handle. That and working relatively long hours as a healer at St. Mungo’s often took your mind off of the war and what had been lost. You often chose to hide your feelings from the war behind Hufflepuff cheer. But, sometimes you wished someone would notice. You didn’t blame them for not, everyone had their own problems, your remaining best friends most of all. Grief and running a business took much attention.

You woke up that Saturday morning fully aware that you should get out of bed, but that you didn’t want to. It wasn’t a particularly important Saturday, no plans had been made, no work to be done, no visitors expected. Yet, it would turn out to be a Saturday that completely changed your whole life.

Since moving into the Burrow, 2 years prior, you had been staying in Fred and George’s old room, seeing as George lived above the Flat. You had spent the first few weeks simply making sure the room was safe, the twins had left many pranks around their room, but also all sorts of potion ingredients. You’d packed everything up and taken it to the Flat...It had been hard, going through all their childhood things with George. Hard for you, but harder for George. Years on and George was doing better, but you knew he still didn’t feel complete, like something was missing. But he slept better, stopped having nightmares, and generally seemed to have some of his old cheer back. It helped that Angelina was there for him as well. He was moving on and growing happier each day.

The few things that you had been given by the Weasley family included clothes. At first it had been odd, being given some of Bill or Charlie or George’s old clothes to wear to bed or around the house. But, that had gone away quite quickly considering the oversized quidditch jerseys, jumpers, and shirts, were incredibly comfortable. Bill’s fit most snug, being a plump woman, with wide hips and a stomach, and Bill being one of the lankier of the Weasley’s. George and Charlie’s clothes fit much larger on you, however, seeing as they were some of the broader, stockier Weasley’s. It still surprised you that Charlie had been a seeker and not a beater.

The night previous you’d gone to bed in Charlie’s old quidditch jersey and a pair of pajama trousers with little snitches on, that had previously belonged to George. The trousers were much too long on you, covering your feet, and the Jersey while it clung to your hips was loose in every other aspect. It was a pairing that you enjoyed simply for its comfort. It was not something the Weasley’s even blinked at or questioned, after all you’d been gifted the clothes and had been wearing them for the last few years. So you hadn’t really thought twice, as you stumbled out of bed, feet hitting the powder stained floor, about going to breakfast as you were.

You yawned loudly, covering your mouth with your hand, as you walked into the kitchen, not really taking in which Weasley’s were at the table, being much too tired to do so.

“Morning” You sighed out as you grabbed a plate and collected your breakfast, Mrs Weasley having already placed dishes of eggs, toast, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, and sausages out on the dining table.

“Good morning, dear!” Mrs Weasley called back, followed by a variety of familiar Weasley voices, and one that you did not recognise, that gave you pause.

You wouldn’t say you were mortified to look up from your breakfast and realise that Charlie Weasley, the very attractive Charlie Weasley, was sitting in front of you, with an amused half smile and a raised eyebrow. But, you certainly were mildly embarrassed, simply because you were not exactly dressed for introductions and you were almost certain that you had a million knots in your hair.

“Uh, hello...” You wave awkwardly, a little stinted, with an embarrassed smile.

“Hello, love. I see mum finally gave away my jersey” You’re certain that Charlie is trying not to laugh, although you don’t feel hurt by this fact. Much like the rest of the Weasley’s Charlie comes across as laughing with you rather than at you.

“I can...you can have it back, I...”

“It’s alright, looks better on you than it does on me. Might be a tad small for me now actually.” You relax at his easy going manner about it. You were sure it would be a little weird for the second oldest Weasley to finally meet someone while said someone was wearing his clothes. But, apparently not.

“Y/N, right? I don’t think we’ve properly met?”

It had been two years since you’d last seen Charlie Weasley, that had been at Fred’s funeral and you’d not really taken much notice of him at the time. You had been, naturally, more concerned with and consumed by your own grief and the proceedings before you.

You’d forgotten how handsome Charlie was. With broad shoulders and deep red hair, pulled back into a ponytail. Charlie was by far the most freckled of the Weasley’s with dense freckles across his face and sharp jaw, down his neck, and over his arms. The last time you’d seen Charlie he’d been dressed in a full suit, covered head to toe, the time before that he’d been a teenager, now you realised that he had a tattoo that you had never previously seen. It was a beautiful tattoo, a welsh green on his neck that twisted its head and puffed smoke from its nostrils.

“We haven’t, just crossed paths, here and there. Surprising, really.”

“Considering you are not only friends with my brothers...” he pauses just a moment, before correcting himself, “brother, and have been living here, yeah, just a little surprising. Hufflepuff, right?”

“Yeah, managed to make Head Girl in the end, much to...much to Fred and George’s delight.” It was still odd wanting to mention them both, but realising that one of them wasn’t around anymore. But, it was true, Fred and George had teased you for weeks, over the fact that you, best friend to the biggest pranksters at Hogwarts, managed to make Head Girl. “Are you still working at the reserve in Romania?”

“Yeah, thought I'd be head keeper by now...but...”

“Bad boss?”

“He’s not bad, but we don’t see eye to eye when it comes to the dragons.” You raise an eyebrow, curious for him to continue. You’d never really been especially good at Care of Magical Creatures but that didn’t mean it wasn’t fascinating to you. “He wants to commercialise the reserve, make it a place people can come visit rather than a place for us to keep the dragons from the Muggles. Daft really, dragons’ll sooner eat a bunch of tourists than sit pretty for them.”

“The reserves aren’t supposed to be tourist attractions though...why would...surely that’s dangerous and also not exactly fair on the dragons?”

“Oh, it’s definitely dangerous, it takes multiple keepers to restrain a dragon and the dragons aren’t exactly in cages on the reserve like a muggle zoo. Luckily he hasn’t gone through with the idea...yet.” He frowns in a way that tells you he suspects it’ll happen anyway and his tone suggests irritation with the situation. You’re sure for someone who loves dragons so much and wants them to be kept away from muggles and left to their own devices, it must be terribly frustrating.

There’s a beat of silence as you continue eating. You feel a little awkward, although that certainly isn’t Charlie’s fault. It’s made worse by the sensation of Mrs Weasley’s eyes on the two of you. You were more than aware that Mrs Weasley’s one goal in life since the war had been to marry off each of her children, you included in that. Ginny had since been dating Harry, Ron was with Hermione, George was with Angelina, Bill was already married and Percy...you weren’t sure about Percy. But, that left Charlie as the oldest single Weasley child, and yourself...still not dating much to Molly’s dismay. She was constantly asking you if you’d met anyone lately.

“You’re a healer right?”

“At St. Mungo’s, on the Dai Llewellyn Ward for Serious Bites, although I'm often dragged away if someone's had a few too many hexes that have interacted poorly.”

“Ever had any dragon bites?”

“Once, a Peruvian Vipertooth, lady was in a right state for a while. Came out the other end though.”

“Nasty bites, aggressive little buggers. You’d probably have a field day on the reserve the amount of bites and burns we have each day.” At that Charlie lifted his own arms to show an array of burn scars and old bite marks. Some had healed well, others less so.

You pointed at one, “Looks like you avoided seeing the healer.” You raise an eyebrow and make the face you learnt from Madam Pomphrey, the one that explicitly says you disapprove of avoiding proper medical care. You’d spent a great deal of time with Poppy not just because of the twins but also because she’d helped you prepare for your healer training.

He lets out a slightly nervous laugh and looks away from you, red rushing up his neck in traditional Weasley fashion at being caught, “Didn’t want to bother anyone, it wasn’t serious. No need to worry, love.” You grab his arm and pull it closer to get a closer look. Trying to ignore the fact he had very strong forearms and incredibly warm skin.

Working on the Serious Bites Ward meant that you had a good eye for bite marks and what might have made them. Some dragons had very distinct bite marks. A Peruvian Viper Tooth had a different set of teeth to a Hungarian Horntail for instance.

“Ukranian Ironbelly, right? Young one, by the looks of it.”

“Just a baby really, got a bit over excited is all. Hurt like a bludger to the head though.”

“You should always see the reserve healer, you know? You could get a serious infection from a bite like this.” You let go of his arm and lean back in your chair, arms crossed, fixing him with the same look again.

“I would if our healer was as nice as you. He’s got the personality of a fire crab who’s had its tail yanked.” You try not to take the compliment as more than it is.

“Grumpy and explosive?” You knew a few healers like that. They didn’t exactly have the best bedside manner and it made many a witch or wizard reluctant to seek treatment.

“Exactly. Augustus Pye still working on the ward? He tried to give dad stitches that time...”

“Yes...” You sigh, it wasn’t that Augustus was a horrible person to work with so to speak, but you’d had a few awkward encounters with him when you’d first started working on the ward.

“You don’t sound happy about that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the man...he just...it's a very small ward you see and he may have...there were a few times where...”

“He asked her out on a date and she said no and embarrassed the poor bastard.” George’s voice comes from behind you with a laugh, before he takes the seat besides you. You’d been flattered, really you had, but, Augustus wasn’t someone you were particularly attracted to. Not physically, nor intellectually nor in regard to his personality. He was nice...but that was just it. You hadn’t expected to go into work and be asked on a date, either, it had been all a bit of a shock really...you hadn’t gotten a great deal of romantic attention in school. Being a big girl meant that boys were more inclined to tease you than date you. Not that you were upset about that, teenage boys were the worst.

“Thank you, George. I obviously couldn’t disclose that myself.” You roll your eyes

“I still don’t know how you did it, you’re far too nice to say no to anyone.”

“I...” You look at all the curious eyes watching you, feeling a wave of genuine embarrassment as you realise you’re going to have to tell them the truth...that you’d really struggled to say no and had instead, “told him I was already seeing someone, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings!” You protest as George lets out a loud laugh next to you.

“It’s not funny, George! I was very flattered but...I didn’t want to tell him he was just...meh! How do you let someone down nicely? At least this way he thinks it's because i’m already taken not because I find him lacklustre!”

“Just say it. You don’t find him attractive, you don’t want him to ravage you in the store room, it’s not that hard. You do know you’re an adult and not thirteen, right?”

You let out an unhappy moan as you let your face fall into your hands at George’s teasing.

“George Weasley!” You hear Molly scold him about talking about private matters such as ‘ravaging’ and teasing you so much, before turning her attention to you. “It’s okay not to like someone, dear, you don’t have to lie to save someone else’s feelings. Although, it would have been lovely for you to go on a date...it’s been a while, dear.”

“Mum.” Charlie gave his mother a look which you knew too well, many of the Weasley children had given their mother that exact same look whenever she tried to encourage them to find a date. It was a relief to have someone else tell her to leave well enough alone. You loved Mrs Weasley dearly, but you’d rather date someone you wanted to rather than date someone simply to please her.

“Oh, alright. Charlie, I need you and Ron to degnome the garden, you too George since you’re here. Y/N, dear, could you water the vegetables in the garden today?”

“Of course, Molly.” You’d long since learnt not to call her Mrs Weasley to her face. Molly hated any of her ‘adopted children’ calling her Mrs Weasley, Harry and Hermione still hadn’t quite gotten out of the habit yet though. Much to Molly’s dismay.

After much more teasing from George and a shy goodbye to Charlie, you rushed up the stairs to get ready for the day. A day that might very well end with Charlie Weasley being the death of you, death by embarrassment that is.

#summer nights #reader insert #readerinsert #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasleyxreader #charlie weasley/reader #charlie weasley / reader #harry potter #harry potter reader insert #plus size reader #overweight reader #female reader

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ginnympotter · 4 years

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uhm this is kind of a vague prompt but harry and ginny going on a date in the muggle world doing the things he always wanted to do as a kid but wasn't allowed? x

LOVE ITTT. OK anyone who actually lives in London reading this, I apologize. I know nothing and admit to this. Also this ended up much longer than intended I’m sorry lol. Hope you like it!

“Ginny, I already told you-”

She groaned, closing the front door of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place behind them. “And I’ve already told you that I don’t give a damn.” She took the invisibility cloak from the crook of his arm and threw it over them. “Now, I’m going to need you to apparate us so please concentrate and stop being a humble git.”

Harry sighed, recognizing defeat. “Where to, then?”

“Westminster Bridge Road,” she informed him.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Muggle London? What for?”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed on to his hand. “If you would exert some patience, please, you will find out shortly.”

He conceded, securing her hand in his. “Hold tight.”

He spun on the spot, and Ginny felt herself being squeezed into nothing, suffocating, and then suddenly her feet landed firmly on pavement, the rush of traffic ringing in her ears. Her hand still firmly locked in Harry’s, she dragged them into an ally and took off the cloak, handing it back to its owner. “Put it in your pocket.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, doing just so. They both put their wands in their pockets as well, and then Ginny dragged them back to the sidewalk.

People walked around them in haste, and Ginny looked at the street signs on both sides of them. “This way,” she determined, tugging Harry’s hand and navigating them to the right. Ginny strode down the street excitedly, Harry by her side, chuckling.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing now?”

She chanced a glance at him, and his face held both suspicion and amusement. “Listen,” she began. “I know you don’t care much about making a deal of your birthday, but you should. I mean, need I remind you, it was only about 3 months ago that you almost died.”

“I remember,” he mumbled.

“And so the fact that you made it to 18 is something to be celebrated! And I wanted to do something special, since all I gave you last year for your birthday was an interrupted snog and an overbearing brother,” she smiled.

He laughed at that, squeezing her hand. “Fair enough.”

“But I knew going out in any Wizarding areas would be too stressful. We don’t need anyone hounding you, and I suppose we could’ve taken Polyjuice Potion but I’d prefer to see your handsome face.”

“Not sick of it yet?”

“Never.” She stopped abruptly, pulled him to her, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Then remembered herself and kept them moving as to not cause any further pedestrian traffic. Harry had a lopsided smirk on his face as she resumed to steer them towards their destination. “Anyway,” she continued, “we should be pretty safe here. It’s crowded and not many wizards come roaming about Muggle London, except my dad, maybe.”

“I hope you’re right, but I wouldn’t underestimate Rita Skeeter’s determination.”

“Good thing I’m not afraid of beetles,” she quipped back, shooting him a smile. “So now that you’re of age in both the Wizarding and Muggle world, I thought we’d exercise those freedoms in the most optimal way possible- aha!” She spotted the place and made a sharp turn down the block, Harry still holding her hand but tailing her, and stopped short at the entrance. “Ta-da!”

Harry took a moment to catch his breath, then looked up at the sign above the door. Namco Funscape.

“No...way...” Harry gaped breathlessly. “No way.”

Ginny felt triumph beating in her chest. “Last month, you told me about all the things your aunt and uncle would take Dudley to do, or allow him to do at the house, all of which you were deprived...and I wanted to make that up to you and take you myself. But as an adult, it’s all up to you what we do. And you can even have a Muggle drink now that you got an ID last week.”

Harry continued to stare at the building front, then turned his shocked expression to Ginny, which quickly melted into the kind of warm smile that left Ginny immobile, like the one he had given her when they first exchanged ‘I love you’s, or when they played one-on-one Quidditch two weeks ago and she caught the Snitch right under his nose. He let go of her hand and closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her, fitting her snugly into his chest. She closed her eyes, content to just stay like that for the rest of the day if he wanted. But she was a good gift-giver, and she knew how eager he was to go in. “I will always be grateful for gifted snogs, interrupted or otherwise, but this is...really...” He released her from his grip and kissed her once hard, the second time more softly. “You’re the best. The best.”

“I am pretty amazing, aren’t I,” she joked, the look on his face making her heart flutter even more rapidly.

“You are,” he confirmed, his smile widening. “Now c’mon, let me introduce you to all the fun Muggle activities I wish I could do as a kid that you will surely kick my arse in.”

She could hardly contain her own excitement seeing Harry display his own so openly, swinging the door open and striding through into the massive arcade and entertainment center. Harry explained to her the concept of tokens, and before he could pay for them to have any Ginny took out the stash of Muggle money she brought. She handed the clerk the bills before Harry could get a full objection out. “Ginny, let me-”

“It’s your birthday,” she stated simply. “Stop. Let me take care of it. You can waste all the money you’d like to pamper me in eleven days.”

“Fine,” he replied resentfully but seemed to get over it quick enough as the clerk handed him the cup of tokens. He took her through the rows of video games, and it was some of the most fun she ever had, having Harry teach her how to play and, as predicted, quickly dominating him in almost every game he taught her. The only one Harry continued to beat her in (though only marginally) was Pacman, but she demolished him in Skee-Ball on the first round, and the four others that followed. “Should’ve seen that one coming,” he snorted, trying and failing to hide the gleam in his eye he’d get when turned on by Ginny’s unexpected prowess as she successfully sunk her final ball into the top goal. “Bloody Chasers.”

“How could you forget, when my Quidditch Captain badge arrived just yesterday?” she beamed at him, bending down to collect her plethora of tickets.

“You’re a usurper, is what you are,” Harry shook his head.

Ginny gasped dramatically as she pulled the last of her tickets up and shoved them into Harry’s hand. “Not usurper, rightful successor!” Harry laughed as he took the tickets and put them in their bucket. “You know, jealousy doesn’t look so good on you.”

Harry pulled her toward him and put both hands on her cheeks. “I’m only jealous of everyone who’s going to be there to watch you shine.”

Ginny felt her heart sink slightly. She knew it was a difficult decision for Harry to forgo the rest of his education, to not return to the Quidditch team for one final season, and most of all, to spend the better part of ten months apart from her after finally getting back together. But they both knew it was what made the most sense, and that they would be okay. He offered her a small smile before leaning in to kiss her.

She sighed, his lips gone too quick. He chuckled, throwing an arm around her and leading them to another area of the arcade. They tried the jackpot machine game multiple times, and on the sixth attempt, Ginny hit the jackpot, which was 550 tickets. Harry and Ginny decided they had enough accumulated to go claim a prize, and Harry convinced Ginny to get something called a skateboard, which she was able to pick up rather quickly before they were reprimanded for riding it inside. Then Harry taught her ping-pong, which took her a bit longer to pick up, but by the end of it won two matches. All the playing left them famished, and so they went to the bar and got pizza, and Ginny convinced him to try Muggle beer. He eyed it skeptically, took a sip, swallowed, and made a face of disgust.

Ginny laughed heartily. “That bad?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, pushing it away. “I can’t believe anyone would drink this when butterbeer tastes so much better.”

She tugged at his collar and pulled his face close to hers. “Let me have a taste.”

“You’re not of age,” he said, looking at her curiously.

“Not that way,” she informed him, the suggestive grin forming on his lips stunted by Ginny’s crushing against them, prodding his mouth open, sweeping her tongue over his. She pulled away briefly, told him, “I can bear it,” then continued to kiss him.

She only got to have her fun for about thirty seconds, however, as they were interrupted by a loud and recognizable “Oi! You’re in public!”

They broke apart, and Ginny could see the blush spreading across Harry’s cheeks. “I thought interrupted snogs and overbearing brothers were gifts of the past,” he whispered quickly.

“I thought you were grateful for them, anyway?”

“The snog bit, yeah-”

Hermione’s voice cut in. “Sorry,” she winced, then glared at Ron. “Somebody still needs to learn manners.”

“Yeah, them!” he retorted, gesturing towards his sister and best friend.

Hermione rolled her eyes, then walked forward to hug Harry. “Happy birthday, Harry! We didn’t mean to interrupt-”

“It’s okay, Hermione,” Harry told her as she let go. “I didn’t know you two were coming!”

“I meant to mention it,” said Ginny. “But I lost track of time. I wanted to try that bowling thing, and I thought it’d be fun to have them join us for a bit before we head back home for dinner with everyone.”

“We’re bowling?” Harry shouted in excitement. “Oh, man is this going to be fun. I’ve always wanted to bowl. I got to watch Dudley once but wasn’t allowed to play.”

Ron threw his arm around Hermione, pulling her to his side. “Alright, Hermione, we’re ready to learn.”

After three matches, the first as individuals (Harry just winning, all scores rather close), the second as boys versus girls (girls demolishing), and the third as a couple match-up (Harry and Ginny victorious), their arms were sore and they were ready to apparate back to Ottery St. Catchpole for Harry’s birthday.

Ginny’s mother made an elaborate dinner and cake that, seeing Fred’s empty seat, Ginny could tell he did not quite feel he deserved but expressed his gratitude all the same. Most everyone he loved was there, including little Teddy, whose hair and eyes matched Harry’s throughout most of the meal, which made Ginny’s heart swell. As her mother insisted Harry stay the night, she helped him bring up all his presents to Ron’s room before turning in for the night herself, although not before making sure Ginny was in her own room with Hermione. And although Ron still could not hold back his disgust, he knew there was something to be gained for himself in having Harry and Hermione swap places once they were sure it was safe. Hermione quietly left, and a minute later, there was a light rap of knuckles against her door.

She flicked her wand and the door opened. Harry, his face lit in his own wand light, wearing his pajamas, stepped in quietly and closed the door behind him, clicking the lock. He walked over to Ginny’s bed, whispered ‘Nox,’ put his wand and glasses on her bedside table, and crawled into her small bed.

“Hello,” he whispered, and she could see his smile in the dark as she pulled him closer to her.

“Mm,” she sighed happily, intertwining her legs with his, firmly planting her face in the crook of his neck. “Good birthday?”

He wrapped his arms around her. “The best, I think. Today was...” he paused, and Ginny knew he struggled to verbalize his feelings sometimes, so when he uttered out a loving, “thank you,” and kissed the top of her head, she knew he was happy, and so her goal was achieved.

“So it surpasses last year’s gift, then?” she asked playfully.

“Well, I did receive the same gift this year too, earlier before bowling, didn’t I?”

“I suppose.”

Harry readjusted them and put a hand on her face, causing her to look up at him. “And as incredible as today was, I was hoping for that present in an uninterrupted format if you’d be so willing.”

Ginny laughed, melting at his touch, feeling pierced by the sparkle in his eyes, made brighter by the contrast of the dark. “How could I deny you such a gift?”

Harry grinned widely as Ginny drew her face closer to his. Their lips impossibly close, she whispered against his, “Happy birthday, Harry.”

#i'll proof-read this tomorrow i apologize rdbfuensdm #this took way too long #also should i put a read more on this? it's so long lmao #harry potter #ginny weasley #hermione granger #ron weasly imagine #harry potter x ginny weasley #hinny #harry x ginny #im too tired and sweaty idk what else to tag this #post-war #hp fanfic

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sugarbutterbroadway · 4 years

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Davey Mine

A/n This is the sequel to Paint The Sky and I hope you guys enjoy it! if you do, a reblog or a comment can go a long way :)

October 12th. October 12th, 2025. October 12th 2025 at 4pm. October 12th, 4pm at Oheka Castle on Long island. Jack could hardly breathe. He was getting married today. He was getting married today at 4pm. He was getting married today at a castle! A real life castle,where he was getting married. To Davey. His Davey. His Davey, who smiled too wide and kissed too rough and was currently kicking ass as a High School History teacher. His Davey who reserved those gentle eyes for him,Les and their puppy Luna. His Davey who still functioned entirely on coffee and got excited when they passed the home goods section in TJ Maxx. His Davey who had gotten down on one knee two years prior, and asked him to marry him.

His Davey who he said no to at first because he thought it was a joke, he still cringed at the memory. His Davey who he wasn’t allowed to see until the ceremony and it was driving him crazy. He had tried to run out of his room multiple times but was tackled to the ground each time by Spot,Race and even Katherine.

Then he was put on house arrest. He wasn’t allowed to leave this room until it was time to walk down the aisle.

And he was bored! He was bored and lonely because everyone was too busy to entertain him. Medda was checking the guest books,Race was probably off doing god knows what with Spot,Charlie was working on the floral arrangements,Katherine was making sure the catering was taken care of and Sarah was with Davey. Elmer,Finch,Albert and Romeo were driving up from the city while JoJo and Specs were flying from California. Buttons,Henry and Mush had flown in from Europe the night prior. Skittery only lived a town or two over so he’d be arriving with the other guests. So he wondered how he had a small army on the way and he still felt so lonely. Realistically he knew why, he only wanted to see his fiance and all that mushy shit, but it was getting ridiculous. He had a few hours to waste before he could see Davey, see him and kiss him and get to be Mr. Jack Kelly-Jacobs. He smiled, he couldn’t wait to call himself that. He could at least try to appreciate the place he was staying in, it was gorgeous.

Davey had really gone the extra mile--even though Jack had assured him he would be fine getting married in a horse stable as long as it meant marrying him--but Davey had just kissed his cheek and promised that it would be a dream come true. And it was, the bed in his room was absolutely gigantic, and he--though he was told several times not to--still had the urge to do somersaults on it.

The windows were huge and the curtains felt more expensive than anything he could afford, it still made his stomach turn to think about how much money went into this. It was expensive, but weddings only happened once so it was fine, it would be fine, he just needed to stop thinking about it. His favorite part had to be the crowns, Davey had got them matching crowns in gold and silver, and they were to die for. Jack never really had expensive taste, that was all Race, but if Davey kept spoiling him like this he just might turn. His suit hung near the window, a crimson red color embroidered with gold. This thankfully didn’t cost him a dime, Medda was more than happy to make it for him. He offered to pay multiple times but she said seeing him happy was more than enough. It was a beautiful suit, it looked professional. Sure back in her college days she worked on costumes in the theatre but this, she had truly outdone herself. It fit him like a glove and made him feel like a million bucks.

And the locket, how could he forget about the locket? It was a gold painted locket made by Sarah and he’d been wearing it for weeks. On both sides were pictures of them. One in first grade and the other at their engagement party. He fell in love with the locket immediately and made a secret promise to never keep it out of his sight. It made him a little teary eyed to think of how excited six year old Jack would have been to see all of this. How timid he would’ve been to touch anything lest he break it and get his hide torn up by one of the orphanage workers. Jack grimaced and out of spite ran his hands along everything in the room, he was done being afraid. After he had touched every little trinket in the room he flopped back on the bed with a groan. Someone needed to come entertain him soon before his mind started wandering and he had a breakdown.

He was left to his own devices for a little more than an hour before someone came--well multiple someone’s came, and they came in a pack. There was a knock and Jack had barely said ‘come in’ before the boys barged in.

“Hey!-”

“Congratulations, Jack!”the chorus rang, and soon enough he was being pulled on by a different set of arms trying to hug him. He didn’t want to be dramatic, but he was an affectionate man and it felt amazing to hug some of the friends he hadn’t seen in years. They all looked damn good too, wearing the matching robes that Katherine had insisted on. JoJo with always the widest grin pulled Jack into another hug.

“I always knew it would be Davey,”JoJo whispered, before pulling away. Next he was passed onto Buttons, and boy did Jack have a lot to say.

“Benjamin Buttons”He teased and was met with a shove to his shoulders. He laughed and against Button’s will pulled him in for a bear hug.

“Yeah yeah it’s good to see you too”Buttons said, muffled by Jack’s shirt.

“Oh stop gripin”He scoffed, “I ain’t seen you since we graduated”

“That ain’t my fault”Buttons said, ��I see a scholarship, I take it”

Jack rolled his eyes, “Yeah, all the way in Scotland. So tell me, any pretty girls caught your eye?”

“Jack, I'm crushed,”Buttons said, but his eyes twinkled with mischief. “You know the only girl I got eyes for is JoJo”

“Hey, listen here you litt-”

The group quickly dissolved into high school level chaos and Jack felt at home. It reminded him of day’s in the living room at Medda’s taken for granted. Sure he was happy to be out of high school, but he couldn’t help but miss it. It’s like someone yelled ‘scatter!’ the second they graduated and they all split up across the globe. He knew it would happen--he was there for every single acceptance letter, but it hadn’t sunk in until it was only him,Davey,Spot and Race left right where they started.

JoJo had moved out to California to pursue acting,Specs had moved out there for UCLA. Elmer had gone to culinary school,Finch had moved for college,Albert was his roommate so he went too and Romeo got a job at one of Medda’s theaters. Buttons had moved to Scotland for school, while Henry and Mush had moved to London just for the adventure. And Skittery, he was moving up to Massachusetts for college too the following year. Jack was proud, it made his heart burst to think of how far some of them came--how far he had come himself. But he would always find himself thinking about when times were easier, when they were younger and vibrating with untapped potential. He had a hard time living in the moment, he was just always thinking. But he was trying, and he would try his hardest today because he didn’t want to look back and remember his wedding being a blur.

“Any of you smell smoke?”Race teased, and Jack blinked. Once, then twice, because when did Race get in here? And where has he been all morning?

“huh?”Jack asked.

“You were just thinkin so hard that...ah forget it, you missed the joke”Race waved dismissively. “The boys called me in cause you were lookin pale, you got cold feet? Cause I can sneak you out the wind-”

“No”He said, scrunching up his face. That was the last thing he wanted to do, he just wanted to see Davey.

“Then what is it?”Race asked, “You look really serious, it’s kind of concerning”

“I just...I was just thinking about how much I love all of you--not you,Race--but just all of you guys” He said, gesturing to the guests. He ignored Race’s squawk of indignation and continued. “Some of you I met freshman year,some of you I’ve known since the refuge and some of you I met in Juvie” Mush,Finch and Albert ducked their heads, but they were snickering. “I don’t know how to explain this but...we had adults tellin us we weren’t gonna do shit with our lives, and just look at us. We all got jobs,we’re all payin the bills and most of all we’re happy. I guess that’s just somethin to think about”

“Jack Kelly the sap”Mush said, though he was grinning.

“We love you too, Jack”Specs said, giving Mush the side eye. “Some of us are better at expressing that than others”

“We’re all really happy for you”Finch said, “I mean you and Davey were meant to be”

“Like some queer Disney movie”

“Yeah yeah! Exactly like some queer Disney movie!”

“Except more drama”

“Way more drama-”

“-and less magic-”

“-I mean depends on what we consider magic-”

“Alright”Jack groaned, rubbing his temples. “You guys couldn’t focus on one topic if you had a gun to your head”

“It’s really hard,”Albert said, nodding slowly. “I would know”

Jack blinked.“I...you worry me, Al”He said, “Race, collect your best friend before he gives me a heart attack”

“Why don’t you go ask your other brother?”Race scoffed, “The one who you obviously love”

Jack rolled his eyes. “First of all, you know I love you. Second of all, you’re my best man, so do what I say”

“Alright bridezilla”Race muttered, “C’mon, Albie. Let’s go”

“Goodbye!”Albert said, waving to everyone on the way out. Once he was gone Jack buried his head in his hands.

“God I love that kid, but how does he have a bio-engineering degree?”

“I don’t know”

“Beats me”

“I ask myself that everyday”

Jack had made a grave mistake. He started this day off begging for it to move faster but now that the anxiety set in, he just wanted everything to slow down. He spent about a little over an hour just chilling with the boys, before Katherine,Charlie,Medda and Sarah burst into the room saying it was time to get ready. Maybe time did fly when you were having fun because the clock that once read 1:15pm now read 2:45pm. He would be seeing Davey in less than two hours. His eyes widened. He would be seeing Davey in less than two hours. Oh god what if this was a mistake? What if the red suit was too much? He didn’t even know what color Davey was wearing. What if he stood out too much? Would Davey’s family like it? Would Davey like it? He squeezed Katherine’s hand as Medda combed and trimmed his hair. It was comforting to have his mom do this for him, but he was still absolutely shaking.

“Take deep breaths with me”Katherine said. He nodded and he tried but his diaphragm was spasming and he felt like he was going to have an anxiety attack. He’d been waiting two years for this day, what if it wasn’t perfect? What if he let Davey down somehow? Oh god. What if they got to the arbor and Davey realized it was a mistake? What if somebody objected? What if-

“Jack,”Katherine said calmly. “You’re not breathing.”

“I’m sorry”He whimpered. He wanted to cry, just a little bit to get it out of his system. But he had foundation on and he’d be damned if he had to sit there and get it applied again.

“Everything is going to plan”She said, rubbing his hand. “The cake is here,the flowers look great,seating charts are at the venue,everyone in both parties are accounted for and catering is on schedule.”

“How is Davey?”he asked, his voice was wobbly. Oh no, he was going to cry.

“Davey is doing just fine”She said, he let out a sigh of relief. “Sarah runs a tight ship”

“Wouldn’t you know, Mrs.Jacobs-Plumber?”He teased.

“Ah, shut up”She said with a smile. “It’s your turn to become a Jacobs now”

“Isn’t that crazy?”He said, “We both dated, and now we both married into the same family”

“I try not to think about it”She said, “And you shouldn’t either, keep your eyes on your Husband”

His husband. Today he got to officially call Davey his husband. God he missed Davey.

“Katherine”he said, sweetly. A little too sweetly.

“Yes?”She asked, with narrowed eyes.

“Can I please call Davey-”

“Nope”She said, shaking her head.

“Why!”He whined.

“Because it’s bad luck!”She exclaimed, Medda and Charlie hummed in agreement. Jack scoffed, what would Charlie know? He was only twenty-one, and single.

“It’s bad luck if I see him,”He stressed. “I just wanna talk to him”

“No”

“Please”

“No”

“Please”

“No”

“Ple-”

“No!”She snapped. “There is no talking to Davey until your ass is under that arch.”

“Mommy!”He whined, tilting his head to look up at Medda. She simply shrugged.

“I don’t know what to tell you, baby”Medda said, “You put Katherine in charge, not me”

“Grave mistake, Kelly”Charlie smirked, from the couch he was lounging on.

“You’re a little shit”He said. Medda thumped the back of his head and he winced.

“Don’t talk about my Charlie like that,”Medda warned.

“I’m mama’s favorite”Charlie taunted. She gave him a look and he immediately sunk back into the couch.

“I don’t have a favorite”She said, “I adopted you all for a reason. Jack, you’re done baby. Charlie, you’re up next”

Charlie shifted off the couch and limped over, not before receiving a smack to the back of his head from Jack. he went to strike back but Jack jumped out of the way.

“It’s my wedding day”He said, “you bruise me, it’s game over”

Charlie grumbled to himself and sat down in the styling chair. Jack discreetly tucked his phone into his pocket and announced he was going to the bathroom. Once he was safely inside he locked the door and sat in front of it for good measure before tapping Davey’s contact. With the phone pressed against his ear he waited. It rang for what felt like eternity before it went through.

“Hey, sweetheart”

Jack’s eyes fluttered closed and he let out a happy sigh. “Davey”

There was a laugh from the other end. “That bad, huh?”

“They’ve been treatin me like an animal”He whined. “I’ve been locked in this room since yesterday and i’m not allowed out until the ceremony”

“Aww my poor Jackie”Davey cooed, “I heard you tried to run, rookie mistake”

“Sarah is faster than she looks”He grumbled, “So is Charlie”

“Like that leg would stop him”Davey laughed, “He’s been dead weight since the day I met him”

“God, I remember he used to love when you came over”He grinned, leaning his head against the door. “Always wanted to know when Davey was coming to play”

“That seems just like yesterday”Davey said, “I remember those matching overalls Medda used to make you guys wear-”

“Don’t remind me”He groaned, “We’ll call that a lapse in judgement and a product of the early 2000’s.”

“Call it whatever you want, it was adorable.”Davey teased.

“Yeah yeah we was perfect cherubs”He said, “But listen, I don’t have much time. They think i’m just using the bathroom. I was feelin a little anxious and I just wanted to hear your voice, ya know? You ground me”

“And you ground me”Davey said, Jack could just tell he was grinning. “I gotta get back soon anyways, I'm in the garden. But I love you, Jackie and I can’t wait to marry you”

His breath hitched. “S-say it again, Davey”

“I love you”Davey said in a sing-song way, “I love you I love you I love you”

“I love you too, Davey mine”he whispered, a tear slid down his face. “And I-I can’t wait to be your husband”

“Don’t cry, Jackie”Davey said, “You’ll make me cry and then we’ll both be inconsolable messes”

He laughed just a little watery and nodded, “Yeah, we should cut this short before I burst into flames. I love you”

“I love you, see you soon”

With that the line went dead and Jack took a deep breath. How Davey managed to make him a blubbering mess anytime they talked was still unknown to this day. Being in Davey’s presence just made you want to bare your soul for him because he would see right through you anyways. His eyes were intense and his voice was more calming than any lullaby Jack had ever heard and the words he spoke felt like worship. Jack sighed and dapped at his face with a tissue. He was already a wreck and he hadn’t even stepped foot down the aisle.

In the far wing of the castle things were running smoothly, Davey and Sarah made certain of it. Call it twin telepathy or just amazing organization skills, but not a thing was out of place. They were running right on schedule. Sarah desperately wanted Davey to sit down and at least take a bit of a break but he was always a control freak, and it seemed that was never going to change. He wanted to know everything that was happening. Who was doing what,who was being seated at each table,what the playlist looked like,what alcohol would be served, it was the only thing keeping him from having a nervous breakdown.

And Sarah caved, promising to give him hourly updates on how things were going. Those things included Jack. He was more than annoyed that they left Jack all alone for so long, it didn’t sit well with him. He would have marched right over there himself if Sarah hadn’t been watching him like a hawk. She’d cave for everything else, but no seeing Jack before the wedding. Davey did the same thing for her wedding, so it felt like it was coming more from a place of revenge than a place of love.

Besides the minor slip, he was excited. He’d been waiting to say ‘I do’ from the minute Jack said yes. He loved Jack, he loved him more than he could ever imagine. That was his best friend,his soulmate, and he had been there for everything. He was there when Davey learned how to ride a bike, he was there for Davey’s piano recitals,his soccer matches,his debate meets, everything. He was the first one Davey had come out, not even Sarah had known at that point. He was there and he held Davey while he cried and they brainstormed a way to tell his family. He couldn’t remember a time in his life before that beautiful whirlwind known as Jack Kelly, he didn’t want to know a time after it.

He was good with his words so sometimes they come cheap but when he looked into Jack’s eyes and promised forever, he meant it. And he’ll mean it today and tomorrow and everyday to come, because he loved Jack. He could tell him all day long--he wanted to tell him all day long. He wanted to run right out of this room and tackle him to the floor in a flurry of kisses. He wanted to be at home,on their couch with Luna on his lap listening to Jack read to him. But he promised Jack fairytale and Jack was going to get fairytale if it killed him.

“You’re thinking hard, Davey”Sarah said softly, “What’s going on up there?”

“I…”He started, then chuckled despite himself. “I’m just thinking about how much I love him. When I think about him, it all sounds so good in my head and on paper, but then I look at him and I melt”

“That’s love if I've ever seen it”She said, fiddling with her hair in the mirror. “The kind that Mom and Dad have”

“That’s sweet, Saz”He smiled, “I don't know he...he just makes me speechless”

“Save it for your vows”She said playfully, “I’m not the one you have to pour your heart out to, he is”

“I get it, I talk a lot”He said rolling his eyes, “Sue me”

“Hey”She said, pointing a finger at him in the mirror. “Don’t push it, my wife’s a lawyer”

“I know I know”he said, “You only take every possible opportunity to remind me of it”

“It’s what I'm best at,”She said with a wink, “You need to start getting ready, like now. It’s already 3:30pm and guests are arriving at 4pm”

“Oh shit”He cursed, jumping up from his seat. “Out out out!”

“Alright!”She exclaimed, grabbing her brush off the vanity. “Come get me when you’re dressed, you’re not going out with your hair looking like that-”

“Yes, I know”He stressed, pushing her out the door. “But I gotta get dressed, immediately. Love you, bye!”

Davey shut the door behind him and ran a hand over his face. It would be fine, he had thirty minutes and getting dressed would take him no longer than ten. He reached for his suit folded over the vanity chair and sighed. He could do this, he’d be seeing Jack in an hour, then they’d get to go home and sleep in peace. He couldn’t wait to lock himself in the suite, and consummate the marriage til the cows came home.

He smirked a bit, if it meant that then he could definitely do this.

Jack leaned in to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. He wanted to get dressed in private, and Katherine granted him that luxury. He felt, he felt handsome. No, not just handsome. He felt beautiful, he’s not sure what he was worried about. The suit looked just as good as the day he tried it on and the gold shimmered in the bathroom lights, he paused, this was a really nice bathroom. He turned around inspecting the trousers and smirked, his ass looked fantastic if he did say so himself. He wiggled his hips a bit and shot himself a cheesy grin, he was starting to feel more like himself. He felt confident. He grabbed the crown that was sitting on the counter and gently placed it on his head. It had felt silly the first few times he tried it on, but now, it just felt right. He gently tucked his gold locket inside of his shirt, that was only for him to see and he wanted it as close to his heart as possible. He took one last look at himself before exiting the bathroom.

“The future prince has arrived”He announced as he stepped out onto the marble floor. All eyes were on him.. He walked out a bit further waiting for a reaction, but none came. His heart stuttered a bit, he knew it. He knew that they would hate it.

“Do...do you guys like it?”He asked quietly. In place of an answer Medda came forward and wrapped her arms around him. He was pulled flush against her chest and she just hugged him tight.

“You look stunning, Jack”She whispered, “Absolutely stunning”

“Thank you, mama”He said, with a shaky exhale. He felt a bit better, Medda didn’t lie. His knees weakened a bit and she held him tighter. The comments soon flooded after Medda’s approval.

“You look amazing, Jack!”Katherine squealed, “you look expensive!”

“I feel expensive,”He chuckled. He walked over to Charlie who had a dopey grin on his face,

“You clean up well, kid”He said, tousling the dirty blonde hair. Charlie groaned and pulled Jack down for a hug.

“You look good, Jack”Charlie grinned, patting his back.

“So do you”He said, “Try and let me have the spotlight for once”

“In your dreams, Kelly”Charlie said, thumping his temple. He laughed and pulled Katherine into a quick hug, kissing her cheek.

“If you told me this was the same Jack Kelly who took me on a date to Wendy’s in eighth grade I wouldn’t believe you!”She teased, squeezing him extra tight. “Just look at you! God, Medda did amazing work because this fits you perfectly”

“Thank you, Kathy,”He said, swaying them side to side. The last one for a hug was Race. He looked at Jack expectantly with open arms and tears brimming at the corner of his eyes. Once Jack was within arms length he pulled him in and the tears began to fall.

“Fuck”Race choked out, “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry but, this...this is real Jack. This is happening, you’re getting married”

“Aww, Racer”He soothed, rubbing his back. “I’m getting married but I ain’t goin nowhere, promise”

“Y-you promise you’re always going to be my big brother?”Race croaked.

“I promise”He said, “We’ve been brothers since the beginning, I ain’t goin nowhere”

“Good”Race sniffled, attempting to compose himself. “Oh fucking hell-”

“Language,”Medda said, pointing a finger. “You may be grown but i’m still your mother”

He had the nerve to look a bit bashful. “Sorry, ma. It’s just...it’s hard to think of you as someone other than my big brother, ya know? It’s weird that you have a life”

“Thanks”He said flatly.

“That’s not what I meant!”Race whined. “Just...you look spectacular,Davey’s gonna love it and i’m so happy for you”

“It means a lot, Racer”He said, “Honest.”

“Just you wait”Race said, wiping his eyes. “I got a whole best man speech prepared for the reception, it’s gonna be great”

“I have no doubts”He said, “But, we all gotta get a move on it. Guests are starting to arrive and Charlie and Ma are the only one’s dressed.”

Katherine sighed and grabbed her purse off his bed. “You better not try to escape, Kelly. We will find you”

“Yeah yeah, get out!”He said, ushering her and Racetrack out the door. The sooner they got dressed,the sooner they could get this party started. He turned to face Medda and let out a giddy laugh.

“We were so focused on me, but look at you!”He said, “You look beautiful Ma”

“Aw you don’t gotta butter me up Jack”She waved off, “I already adopted you.”

“I mean it!”He exclaimed with wide eyes, “Charlie, doesn’t Ma look beautiful?”

“Absolutely gorgeous!”Charlie said from the couch he was lounging on.

“See?”He said, cocking his hip. “Two against one”

She smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you, baby. I need to be on my way now too, your aunts are here”

“Auntie Esther and Estelle?”Charlie said. Medda nodded.

“I’m coming with you! They always have candy”

“Well come on!”She said, “you know they don’t like being kept waiting”

He pushed himself off the couch and Medda grabbed his crutch off the table handing it to him. He wasn’t too pleased about it, but he would be on his feet for the majority of the day.

“I just want them to hack this fucker off”Charlie grumbled, shoving the crutch under his armpit. Jack frowned a bit, and put an arm on Charlie’s shoulder. Medda took that as a sign to leave with a promise that she would be waiting outside the door.

“It’s only for the ceremony, we just want you to be comfortable”He said softly. “And one of these days it’ll happen, I know it will”

Charlie shot him a crooked smile and shook his head. “Optimism isn’t your venue, Jack. I’ll rant to Elmer later”

“Hey, it’s my job as big brother to at least try and sugarcoat the bullshit”He chuckled, “But seriously Charlie, tell me if you’re uncomfortable. You can sit-”

“No”Charlie said, “No, I wanna stand. It’s the least I can do for you, ya know. Since the minute I step out there everyone’s eyes will all be on me, gotta make it up somehow”

“Yeah, you’re a real peach”He said, rolling his eyes.

“A georgia one!”Charlie called over his shoulder as he left the room. Jack took this time to try and get the butterflies in his stomach under control. He was excited, so excited he might puke. He paused. Or did that mean he was nervous? He had no idea, he just knew that the minute Katherine entered this room, it would be time. That time came sooner than he thought because less than fifteen minutes later Katherine came bursting into the room wearing a champagne colored bridesmaid gown.

“It’s time, Jack!”She squealed. He nodded. It was time. His eyes widened.

Holy shit.

It was time.

“Are you ready to see your groom?”She asked, offering him her arm. With a shaky breath he nodded and looped his in hers.

“I’m ready”

The venue was perfect, picture perfect even. It was unseasonably warm for October. The sun was shining through the autumn leaves and the air was still and dry. Not a drop of rain in sight from the clear blue skies above. Jack could hardly believe their luck, it had been storming the week prior and he had been so nervous. He also felt a bit ridiculous, him and Medda were hidden behind a bush because she wanted his big reveal to be a surprise to everyone. He didn’t care about that, he wanted to see what was going on! And most of all he wanted to see Davey, their little phone call was only holding him over for so long. He grumbled quietly with only a stern look as warning to be patient. He was shocked out of his stupor when the music started.

It was almost time.

He peeked over the side as their many groomsman paired off together, sure he remembered from the many dress rehearsals--a theatre mom wants perfection--but seeing his friends dressed so smart made him want to laugh and cry all at once. They had all come here for him today, in the middle of October, just to see him getting married. He pouted a bit and placed a hand over his heart, it was touching. His smile only widened as he saw JoJo and Buttons walking hand in hand instead of arm and arm. Maybe Jack could do a little matchmaking of his own and get them to spill the truth. It took awhile for everyone to get down there, with over ten groomsmen of his own and not even counting some of Davey’s friends, it was a process. His heart stopped when he saw Katherine walking down the aisle with...was that Luna? He turned to Medda with wide eyes about to scream but she just laughed to herself and hushed him.

“Surprise”She whispered. He grinned, of course Davey couldn’t leave their baby out of this.

The wedding march soon drifted into the lantern song instrumental and Jack knew it was time. Without a word he gripped Medda’s arm and stepped out into the open. The applause were deafening but all he could focus on was Davey. There he was dressed in a purely white suit,silver crown on his head and his own silver locket hanging proudly on display. He looked regal, he looked like a prince. But his head was down, without thinking Jack whistled at him and snapped his finger, because hello, he was here now. Davey’s head snapped up and the minute his eyes caught Jacks, the dam exploded. His knees grew weak and he squatted down with tears blurring his eyes.

“O-oh my god”he stuttered, covering his mouth. Jack looked angelic, covered in red and gold from head to toe. This was the man he was about to marry, this was him. Sarah placed a hand under his arm and hoisted him up, letting him lean on her for comfort. How was expected to stand tall when Jack Kelly could bring anyone to their knees? He was blubbering like an absolute idiot but he didn’t care because now Jack was right in front of him. He quickly wiped his eyes and mumbled a quick apology because that was definitely not supposed to happen.

“I-you look-hi”He said.

“You look pretty hi yourself”Jack smirked. He blushed and shot their officiator--Jack’s friend Blink--a withering look. He seemed to snicker before lifting his hands to silence the guests chatter.

“Friends and Family”He started, then stopped when Jack outright laughed.

“Problem?”He said, raising a brow.

“ ‘m sorry, i’ve just never heard you sound so serious”Jack said, “i’m okay now though, please continue”

Blink rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded akin to cursing, He cleared his throat and started again. “Friends and family, we are gathered here today to celebrate the once in a lifetime bond known as Jack and David. And if you couldn’t tell, this will be anything but serious so if that’s what you were expecting, I’m sorry”

A few of the guests laughed and Davey felt much better. Sure he liked serious but he didn’t like stuffy.

“Now, Jack told me that he wanted me to talk as little as possible so I will try to do that”He continued, “But this man right here is like a brother to me, so I make no promises. Marriage is a beautiful thing, but only if both parties are willing. So Davey, please let me know that Jack didn’t bring you here against your will”

Davey let out a startled laugh and shook his head, “I’m the one who proposed, so no”

“I just needed to make sure, we all know he can be a bit pushy”he smirked, “But in all seriousness, marriage is beautiful, a everlasting blond between two people pledging themselves to each other for life.”He paused, “I can admit it is a little culty sounding but beautiful. And as beautiful as it is, it is a commitment. That means sticking by each other's side through the highs and lows and everything that comes in between. Understood?”

“Crystal clear”Davey said.

“Absolutely”Jack said, giving Davey the once over, eyes twinkling.

“This is usually the point where I would ask if anyone has any objections but I think I'll get speared like a shish kebob if I do, so we’ll be skipping that part.”He said, Jack hummed in agreement and reached down to grab Davey’s hand. He was practically vibrating in his skin with mirth, it was a moment Davey wanted to keep forever. “Now I heard from a little birdy, that Davey had a pretty lengthy speech written, so I think it’s best we get straight into the vows”

Right, his vows, that was something that he had to say at some point. He didn’t necessarily have stage fright, but something about all of his loved ones staring,waiting for him to pour out his heart made him feel jittery. He grabbed Jack’s other hand and squeezed it, he didn’t have to look at them. He could just look at Jack and pretend it was only them. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to relax. He could do this.

“I just wanna start this off by saying, I love you. I can never say this enough and I will never get tired of saying it, so. I love you.”He said, running his thumb over Jack’s hand. “You snuck up on me, Jack Kelly. I never saw it coming, but now I can’t imagine my life without you. You always talk about how much i’ve been there for you, but now it’s time for me to talk about how much you’ve been there for me. You may not know this but, you were my rock. You were the one that kept me together, when classes and clubs became too much and I had to work and then go home and take care of Les. I constantly felt like I was falling apart, but just knowing I got to spend time with you made me smile.I was in a dark place for a while, I felt like I was failing everyone around me, like I wasn’t smart enough, like I wasn't good enough. And I hid it, because I was embarrassed that my own brain was even failing me.”

His eyes met his parents in the crowd and he faltered. He’d never told them that and now he couldn’t wait to have their distressed faces playing on a loop in his head for the rest of eternity.

“I um, I remember even before we were dating I was just so drained that I didn’t come into school, I just laid in bed staring at nothing. You didn’t call or shoot me a text, you showed up outside of my house and scaled the side of it when I didn’t answer the door. You tumbled in through the window,climbed into bed with me and just started listing every reason why you were proud of me, and I sobbed, ugly sobbed. That was the first time I wanted to say I love you”

He shuddered and tried to compose himself, he could do this. He promised himself he wouldn’t completely break down today.

“And I’ve never wanted to stop saying it since, it ran rampant through my mind until that day at the park where I just blurted it out. Lucky for us, Sarah got that moment on camera”

He gave a subtle nod to blink who pointed a remote at the projector in front of them. On a white screen behind them there they were younger but still so in love, August 14th of 2019. He pressed another button and the video started to play. Jack gasped and leaned in closer as the memory came to life.

“I love you”Jack whispered, bringing a hand up to cup Davey’s cheek. “I love you, Davey. I...this is hard for me, really fucking hard. Kids like me don’t get fairytale”

“No, they don’t”Davey chuckled, blinking away a tear. “But they deserve it, and you deserve it”

“You really are my prince”Jack grinned, “My prince Davey”

Davey brought his own hand up and tapped Jack’s ring finger. “And one day i’ll make you a Prince too. I’m in this for as long as you want me”

“What if I want you forever?”

“Then i’ll stay forever”

“Can you please, kiss already!’Katherine exclaimed, breaking through the veil of privacy. “I mean honestly, we’re all waiting for it!”

The video ended abruptly with an unflattering shot of Race and Spot crying in the canopy and Jack was in hysterics. The guests were practically shaking the ground from how loud they were stomping and clapping. But no one was laughing louder than Race himself.

“That’s what I used to look like!”Race cried out.

“You still look like that,”Jack snorted. Davey shook his head and continued.

“I know this is long already but I'm surprisingly not done”He said, ignoring the groan from practically everyone. “I’m hoping I made good on my promise”He grins, “Because you deserve all of this Jack, and you deserve the best version of myself I can be. I promise to stay by your side through calm seas or choppy waters, I promise to be as patient as I can when things get hard, and I promise to love you entirely for as long as I live. I know things are going to get rough and we are definitely going to fight, but looking at the amazing support we have from both sides. I’m not worried. In sickness and in health, til death do us part Jackie”

“Oh fuck you”Jack gasped, then quickly covered his mouth. “That was...I’m expected to compete with that?”

“Yes, now speak”Blink smirked. Jack resisted the urge to give him the finger and instead faced the guests.

“Don’t expect that same thing from me”He said looking towards the guests, “He minored in English.”He got a few laughs out of them and continued. “I guess this is less of a vow and more of a thank you. Thank you Davey, for seeing the best in me, when nobody else would. Now everyone who knows me knows I love my theatrics, blame my mother, she works for a theatre!”he said in a sing-song voice. “So, I have a little story. I was your typical class clown in school, I was always in the office,always gettin in trouble and always fighting. Those staff members didn’t care, they just wrote me off as some delinquent, and gave up on me. No one took the time of day to see what was actually going on, but Davey tried. And I wouldn’t let him in, I was so scared he would look at me differently, so I just kept it all in here”He said pointing to his chest.

“The final straw was when I went to juvie--oh don’t act surprised! Some of you were there with me!”he scolded. Albert and Mush put their heads down once again. “I was gone for two months, and he had no idea where I was, no one would tell him. The day I got out we got into the biggest fight in our lives. I’m talkin movie type fight, we was both screamin and throwing things. And I was just running my mouth, saying that he would never understand and I remember him just shouting--imagine Davey shouting--he shouted ‘I can’t understand if you don’t tell me you idiot!”

“Oh my god”Davey chuckled, running a hand over his face. Jack giggled and laced their hands together.

“That was like a lightbulb moment for me. We sat on the roof of my house and I told him everything there was to know about me, from beginning to end. And that made our bond even stronger.” He said. “I love him because he looked at me when I was at my worst and meanest and decided I was still worthy of being treated like a person. I love him because even when we fight it’s just because he wants what’s best for me, even when I'm being stubborn. Being loved by Davey has made me swallow a lot of humble pie in my life and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He turned to face Davey, and wiped a stray tear off his cheek.

“Davey mine”He started, “I promise to take Luna on walks in the morning because you like to sleep in. I promise to be there for you however I can be and I promise to love you unconditionally because you do the same for me. Til death do us part, baby”

“Til death do us part”Davey repeated, starry eyed.

“Hey hey hey!”Blink scolded, waving his hands. “You’re doing my job for me, at least let me try to look professional!”

“Go on then”Jack said, waving him off.

“Do you, David Jacobs, take Jack Kelly to be your lawfully wedded husband?”Blink said.

“I do”Davey said.

“Do you, Jack Kelly, take David Jacobs to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Hell yes”Jack said, staring at Davey’s lips. He was ready to go in for the kill.

“Then by the power invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husbands, you may kis--hey!”

Davey had beat him to it. He surged forward with so much force they both went tumbling to the ground. Race squeaked and jumped out of the way ranting about how unbelievable they were, but Jack couldn’t care. Davey’s lips were warm and his body was warm and his hand was cupping his cheek and-

“Alright you two”Blink said, “you are so lucky there aren’t any children here, stand up and have some sort of decency”

“Nah, give me a minute”Jack mumbled, and went right back to kissing Davey. His husband. Oh he could get used to saying that. He only had a few more seconds before Davey was forcefully pulled off of him and pulled over to stand by Sarah. The best part was he was smirking the whole time, he never thought shameless would look so good on Davey, but it was a color he wore well.

“Since these two have no self control”Blink sighed, “I’m going to wrap this up. I now present to you Mr.Jack Kelly-Jacobs and Mr.David Jacobs-Kelly! Now get outta here you two!”

Without a second glance, Jack had surged forward, grabbed Davey and took off running. The hazel eyed man laughed and stumbled behind him but did his best to keep up. They’d be getting an earful from Katherin and Sarah for pulling a stunt like this, but Davey was still learning and spontaneity was his favorite lesson. They kept going until they were well into the gardens and stopped when the roar of the guests could no longer be heard. Jack panted and kneeled bringing Davey down with him.

“Hey Davey”

“Hey Jackie”Davey giggled.

“We’re fuckin married”

“I know!”Davey exclaimed, he quickly lost his balance and fell on his butt. Before he could get up he had a lap full of Jack Kelly-Jacobs.

“Hey Davey”He pressed his forehead to Davey’s and grinned.

“Yeah?”Davey whispered.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything, baby”

“We forgot the rings”

The ballroom used for the reception was beautiful. A shiny chandelier hanging from the ceiling,a sea of guest tables and a dance floor perfect for Jack to get drunk and absolutely obliterate. He couldn’t wait. But, it was his wedding and he needed to stay sober for the speeches at least. He was honestly starting to get a little tired, it had been a long day. Leaning his head on Davey’s shoulders he hoped to maybe catch ten minutes while the guests mingled. Davey pouted and brought a hand up to scratch at Jack’s scalp, just the way he liked. He was stupidly in love with this man.

“He’s asleep?”Katherine whispered as she passed by. Davey shook his head and awed internally as Jack groaned and buried his face in his shoulder.

“He just wanted to rest his eyes a bit, I'll keep him awake”He promised. She bit her lip and pointed to the guests who were now finding their seats.

“That would have have to be now”She winced, “We’re about to have the toast and then the speeches”

“I’ll get him up”He said, frowning a bit at Jack’s parted lips. He’d only been out for a few minutes, he must be exhausted.

“You’re a gem, Davey. I need to make sure nobody is doing anything stupid!”with that she clicked away in her heels,disappearing in the crowd. This was quite the turnout for sure, the room was packed wall to wall. With Davey’s extended family,Jack’s as well along with all of his friends and Spot's gigantic family, they could fill up a stadium. All these people here to see them and Jack was two seconds from slipping into a coma.

“Jack”He whispered, rubbing his cheek. “Jackie, wake up”

“Mmm?”Jack grumbled.

“It’s time for the speeches, ya know? People telling us just how awesome we are”He teased, running that same hand down his neck. Jack squirmed and begrudgingly lifted his head.

“There you are”He said, “And my my my aren’t you beautiful?”

“Go to hell”Jack said, stretching his arms above his hand.

“I’m already there”He sighed looking around again. Jack’s brows furrowed and he leaned in closer.

“Are you having fun here?”

Davey blinked, that’s not a question he was expecting. But it was sweet. He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Jack’s lips.

“This is the moment of a lifetime, it’s just a lot to process”He explained. Jack nodded and mumbled a ‘same here’ before leaning back in his chair. Katherine stood at the front of a hall on a stage, with a glass in one hand and a knife in the other. She tapped the side repeatedly until everyone had muted their small talk and looked forward.

“Hello everyone!”she exclaimed, “I hope everyone is having a good time so far! Dinner will be served shortly but first we have some speeches prepared from the families of the grooms. Be prepared to laugh,cry and you’ll want to have your camera out because someone will definitely do something embarrassing! Firstly we have Racetrack Higgins, brother to Jack and his best man!”

The guests cheered and Race stood up from his seat and walked towards the stage, Spot in tow. He shot Jack a smile and grabbed the microphone that was left for him.

“I want to start this off by thanking everyone who showed up. This packed ass room is just a testimony to how loved these two really are.”He said, Jack grinned and leaned in closer. This had to be good.

“ Now i’ll spare you most of the sob story. The way I met Jack Kelly was a little place called the refuge. I got there when I was two, and I don’t remember this but i’m told that I would scream for hours at night unless I was sharing a bed with him. I don’t know, call it fate but he was the person I decided to cling to.”he said and chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

“I was so angry all the time that no one else wanted to be bothered with me but he...he dealt with me I guess. Soon enough I would never leave his side, I don’t have a memory there without him with me. Then Charlie came along”He shot a playful glare at Charlie, “and I was no longer the cute and small one, but it was fine because Jack always looked out for both of us. I’ll always say that Jack was my first parent and Medda was my second. It shouldn’t have been that way but..I-I...I’m sorry”he croaked.He turned his back to the guests and buried his face in the crook of Spots neck.

Jack’s heart dropped.

“Holy shit”Jack said with a shaky sigh, sure he knew he did a lot but he didn’t think it meant this much to him. Davey squeezed his hand and gave a tight smile, tears pooling in his eyes.

“Holy shit is right”

Race took a few minutes to collect himself and turned back around, tears still streaming down his face.

“I-I can’t think right now and it’s really annoying cause I practiced this for weeks but I just wanted to say that Jack is my brother and my best friend and i’m just so happy that he has Davey, because Davey you make him so fucking happy. Kids like us aren’t expected to go anywhere in life, but he has Medda, he has us and now he has you. I wish you guys the best and please make me an uncle soon okay bye thank you” with that he quickly left the stage and leapt into Jack’s arms sending them both flying backwards.

“Ow, Racer. What the he-”

“I’m so proud of you, Jack”He said quickly, “I-I know I haven’t been the best brother or the nicest to you but I need you to know that I love you”

“Okay okay!”Jack said, clutching his hip. “I love you too, punk. We can talk more about this later, but get off of me!”

“C’mon, Tony,”Spot sighed, picking up the mess of limbs. Once Race was on his feet, he bent over and helped Jack up. “Congratulations Jack, you’ve been a pain in my ass as long as i’ve known this kid, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Davey, you keep him out of prison”

“On my honor,”Davey said.

“Yeah, you too Conlon”Jack said, “Who knows, you might be next”

“Oh, Spotty! We should get married!”he gasped. Spot groaned and shook his head.

“You play dirty Kelly,”Spot said.

“It’s the only way to play”Jack smirked, “Go take him for some fresh air, I don’t want him to get antsy”

“Aye aye”Spot said, practically dragging Race out of the room by his suspenders.

Katherine emerged back to the stage and clapped raising her glass. “That is Jack Kelly down for the sixth time today and yes we’ve been keeping score! Next to the stage we have my lovely,intelligent,incredibly charasm-”

“This ain’t about you!”Jack exclaimed. Katherin gave him the finger and continued. “You know her,you love her, my wife Sarah Jacobs, brother to the groom Davey and his best woman! Come on up here, pumpkin!”

Sarah made her way to the stage, and placed a kiss to Katherine’s cheek. “Hello!”Sarah called out to the audience.

“Unlike the rest of these saps I'm going to try not to cry”She said, “For those who don’t know, Davey here is my twin, and honestly my built in best friend. We’ve been joined at the hip since we could walk,and I know him like the back of my hand. I couldn’t imagine a better fit for him than Jack. Davey was a shy kid, really serious too. Not many kids got along with him because he didn’t like running around or hand games or kickball, he liked sitting off to the side and reading. So he wasn’t really given a chance to show how amazing he was the first few years of school. That was until a little boy who called himself cowboy Jack basically bulldozed his walls and threw himself into Davey’s life.”

Jack laughed and threw his arm around Davey’s shoulder, “That’s true!”

Sarah laughed as well, and continued. “And let me tell you, Davey was pissed at first. He couldn’t understand why this boy wouldn’t leave him the hell alone because oh my god was Jack persistent! It was ridiculous! But little did he know that annoying little boy would become his best friend and later his husband.”

Davey smiled and pressed a hand over his heart.

“My brother is a little hard to read at times, he doesn’t like giving all his tells to just anybody. But what a lot of you don’t know is that he’s caring and kind and cried for hours when he ran over a rabbit--yes that is true. He wears his feelings right on his face, you just need to know how to read him. And Jack could read him just as well as I could which terrified him. He wasn’t used to anybody but me,our parents and eventually Les. He was terrified of getting hurt, he didn’t want to know what heartbreak felt like so he never even tried.”She said.

“But Jack brought out a different side of him, a side no one had ever seen. He became spontaneous, and more outgoing and actually alive! It freaked us all out at first because we didn’t know why he was changing, but little did we know this was just the beginning of a new Davey. It’s just weird to have known that shy little bookworm and see him become such a social butterfly. I can see people snoring so I’ll get off now, congrats you guys. I love you Davey”

The guests cheered and Sarah made her way off the stage. Jack was looking at him like he had three heads.

“What?”

“You Jacobs ain’t got any emotions or somethin?”He exclaimed, wiping his eyes. “None of your family is cryin, that was beautiful!”

“We cry on the inside, baby”Davey soothed, pulling Jack’s chair closer to his.

“That’s...that’s not good-”

“Alright, everyone!”Katherine said, “This is the last speech we have on schedule for today, so don’t panic. Next up to the stage we have Charlie Morris, baby brother to the groom Jack and one of his groomsmen!”

With a bit of help from Medda, Charlie made his way to the stage. He shot a thankful look at Katherine who brought up a chair, it had indeed been a long day. He grabbed the microphone and plopped down in the seat.

“Thank god”He sighed, a grin when the guests laughed. “Now, I’m going to try and keep this short for Jack’s sake, he looks like he’s about dead on his feet” Jack sighed, he knew this boy was a natural comedian, but if this speech was more than five minutes he would smother him in his sleep.

“Skip the commentary!”Jack called out, then winced when Davey flicked his neck.

“Would you let me say my speech? You’re lucky I wrote one”He said, “Now, just like Racer said, I can’t remember a time in my life without Jack being there. We fight a lot because I’ve still got that younger brother charm and he just can’t get over it--alright alright! I’ll be serious.”He chuckled after a wad of tissue was thrown at him.

“Davey was introduced into my life from a young age, once he finally accepted his doom, he began to come over a lot. And I loved playing with Davey, he would teach me how to make paper airplanes,origami and he would read to me, that was luxury treatment in this household, okay. But he would only come over a few times a week, which I understood because he did have a family and all that jazz.”He said, gesturing in the direction of the Jacobs family. Mayer stood up from his seat and waved.

“But as those two got older, he was there every single day. And then I started wondering, why is Davey always here? Until I got up one night to get coco puffs and saw them kissing on the couch-”He smirked as the hall erupted in ooo’s “-and my pea sized thirteen year old brain went ohhhhh and I screamed ‘ewww they’re kissing!’”

Davey groaned and buried his face in Jack’s shoulder, he wanted to forget that day ever happened.

“Which of course woke up the whole house, Jack did get in trouble and yes, I'm still paying him back for that to this day. This speech is not for Jack, no. I want to say thank you to Davey for taking the time to be so nice to me, unlike this man-”

“Get off the stage, Charlie!”Jack booed, putting his thumb down. Charlie blew a raspberry.

“In all seriousness, I'm really happy for you two. I’m not good with affection and stuff but Jack, you know I love you. And of course I'll thank you until the day I die for taking care of me. You’re one of the best big brothers I can ask for, i’m happy you’re getting married and please hold off on making me an uncle”

The applause were deafening, maybe it was Charlie’s humor or maybe they were excited for dinner, the world may never know. Jack was clapping the loudest, he was excited for dinner. Medda helped Charlie off the stage and gladly he went back to his seat. Jack let out of a sigh of relief, he was not ready to make that score seven, his back was killing him.

“Those were really sweet,”Davey commented. Jack rolled his eyes.

“Sweet but long, ‘m tired Davey”He whined.

“I know, sweetheart,”Davey said. “I know, but it’ll all be over soon”

“Promise me we don’t gotta get up tomorrow”He said.

“We can lay around all day,”Davey promised. “We can eat breakfast in bed and cuddle with Luna and sleep the day away”

“Oh my god, Luna”He perked up, “Where is my baby girl?”

“Our baby girl”Davey corrected, “She’s with Les upstairs”

“It got too loud for them, huh”

“Yeah, he texted me like an hour ago that he needed a break”Davey said.

“I sure as hell would like a break too”He grumbled.

“I know”Davey sighed, “are you still having fun?”

“I am”He said, “I am and I know how much work you put into today, I...i’m just reachin a limit, ya know?”

“I know”Davey nodded, “If it gets unbearable, let me know. I’ll tell Katherine to entertain everyone and we can take a break.”

Jack leaned in and pressed his forehead against Davey’s. “You’re so sweet with me”

“I’ll do anything for you,”Davey promised.

“Alright, let’s break up the romance!”Katherine said, taking a seat at their table.

“Where do you keep comin from?”Jack groaned.

“Hell”She said easily, “Dinner is on it’s way out and I haven’t seen you eat anything but a bagel today”

“He did what?”Davey said.

“It’s not important”She said quickly, “Look, I know he’s exhausted. Just get him through dinner and i’ll cover until it’s time for the dances which aren’t until-”She pulled out her phone and scrolled, “-10pm, it’s 8 now, just make sure he eats and then get him out of here”

“You’re a saint”

“I take my maid of honor duty very serious”She said with a wink, “My phone is on all night so just shoot me a text if anything happens”

“Noted”Davey said, “Now how about you take a little break, you’ve been on your feet all day”

“I would, but I gotta keep things running smoothly”She said.

“Everyone is fine”Davey said, “Have dinner with us, bring Sarah too. It’ll be just like high school”

“Yeah with fancy gowns and fancy food”

“It’ll be like high school cause it’s us”Davey said, rolling his eyes. “now go get her”

“You promise we won’t be intruding?”she asked, “You’ve barely been alone all day”

“I got the rest of my life to be alone with him”Jack said, “today’s about friends and family”

“You have our word, Kath”Davey said, “now go”

After a well earned nap, Jack soon became the life of the party. He slid his way to the dance floor,drink in hand and ready to get this party started. Davey for one couldn’t believe he had married a toddler. Naps did nothing for him, he always woke up feeling disoriented and gross. But almost any of Jack’s problems could be solved by a nap, it was scary sometimes. But he was relieved that Jack felt better, they were going to be here for a while. Guests were supposed to be leaving around 11:30pm, and they had to be out of the castle by 1:00am because another wedding was happening that day and the staff needed to clean up. Then they had the drive from here to home which was four hours so they wouldn’t be home until 5am. Davey sighed, he didn’t drink for personal reasons but he’d never been so tempted to take a shot in his life.

“What’s wrong?”Katherine asked, and dear god she did seem to just pop up everywhere.

“Hmm?”he hummed.

“You’ve got that vacant look in your eyes, it’s the same one Sarah gets when she’s stressed”She said.

“Oh boy am I stressed”He sighed, “Just thinking about how long it’s gonna be until we get home”

“Well”She grinned, “This was supposed to be a surprise but you look like you could use some cheering up”

“Please”He said, clinging to her shoulder.

“We hired a clean up crew!”she said, doing jazz hands.

“Oh my god I love you”He all but melted against her.

“Yup!”she smirked, “Which means all we have to do is pack our bags and high tail it home, shouldn’t take any longer than twenty minutes”

“Thank you so much, Kath”He said, “home is still...it’s just so far”

“I’ll drive you guys home”She said, “Sarah and I already talked about this. It’s been such a long day and I know you’re both exhausted, plus Jack is drinking like a monster”

“That’s...I don’t know what to say,”he said.

“You don’t have to say anything, Davey”She said, “We’re family, you two were such a big help at our wedding that it’s the least we could do”

“I like helping,”He said earnestly. “I’d do it again”

“Noted,”She said, eyes scanning over his shoulder. “If you wanna help, go get your husband. You know how he gets when he’s drunk and-”She paused, listening to the music “-Shakira is playing”

“Oh god”Davey groaned, “I-you know where to find me!”

The remainder of the reception went off without a hitch. The first dances were as sweet as expected, Jack did shed a few tears as he danced with Medda but mostly kept it together. The bouquet toss went well, Race caught the first one and Spot football tackled Skittery to catch the second. The cake was cut, and the guests were out at 11:30pm on the dot. Jack and Davey had practically sprinted up the stairs and packed up their belongings in record time. The day had been magical,they couldn’t wait to look back on the pictures, but it was time to go home. A little after midnight Davey found himself saying goodbye to Sarah and squeezing into the backseat of their car with Luna fast asleep. If you asked him what had happened in the last hour he honestly couldn’t tell you, he stopped processing it around 10pm. Jack wasn’t any better but for different reasons. A drunk Jack was a handsy Jack and maybe Davey should have taken the front seat.

“Let me love you!”Jack whined as he once again grabbed at Davey’s leg.

“You��re drunk”

“You’re hot”

“Thank you, baby”

“Keep it pg back there,”Katherine said, eyeing them in the rear view mirror.

“Tell that to him!”He said, placing Luna on Jack’s lap. “Here, take the puppy”

Jack squealed with delight and focused his attention on that. Katherine stifled a laugh and focused her eyes on the road. Davey sighed.

It was going to be a long four hours.

“Thank you, Kath”Davey yawned, stepping out of the car. “I really appreciate it”

“It’s no problem”She replied, stepping out to stretch. “Do you mind if I crash here?”

“Not at all”He said, “there’s a key under the mat, let yourself in. I need to get Jack and Lu”

“Got it,”She said.

Davey walked around to the opposite side of the car and opened the door.

“Be free”he said. Luna leapt out of Jack’s lap and happily trotted up the stairs. Jack was dead asleep, alcohol and exhaustion seemed to work better than any melatonin he’s ever taken. He leaned into the car and picked him up bridal style, closing the door with his hip. Katherine, ever the saint, had left the door open for them.

Once he was inside he quickly padded into the bedroom, dumping Jack on the bed. He knew he should probably be a good host and make sure Katherine was comfortable but he couldn’t stand being awake a minute longer. He closed the door and stripped down to his boxers. He was exactly one second away from jumping into bed before he realized that Jack was fully dressed.

Fuck.

He leaned over and shook Jack’s shoulders.

“Mm?”

“You gotta get naked”He said, then blinked. That’s not what he wanted to say but it got his point across.

“Do it for me”Jack mumbled and lifted his hips up.

Davey sighed and bent down to take off his shoes. “You’re so spoiled”

“Your fault”Jack mumbled. “You made me spoiled”

Next came the socks and pants. “Because I like spoiling you”

“Then stop complaining”

Davey snorted and pulled off his blazer. “I’m not complaining, i’m stating a fact”

“Gonna be so hungover”Jack groaned.

Davey started to unbutton his shirt. “Sounds like a you problem”

“You’re such an ass”

“Am not”Davey said, pulling his arms out. “No one told you to drink like the world was ending”

“I tol’ me to”

“Well you have terrible judgement” he pressed a kiss to Jack’s forehead, “You’re all done”

“Mmmthank you Davey”

Davey finally climbed into bed and relished in the mattress under his back. “No problem, now go to sleep”

Jack mumbled something in agreement and opened his arms, Davey tilted his head.

“ ‘m big spoon tonight, deal with it”He said and well Davey wasn’t going to argue, he was rarely ever the little spoon. He scooted back into Jack’s arms and god he was so warm. He felt a hand carding through his hair and he let out a low hum. This, this is what he had been waiting for all day. And it had been worth it. A full two years of planning,taking on extra projects,living on a tight budget and sheer hope had gotten him the day of a lifetime. And some funny twist of fate got him the man of a lifetime. He didn’t know who or what he had to thank for giving him Jack Kelly, but he found himself thanking the universe. It hadn’t been easy getting to this point, they had fought and argued and screamed and cried, but it was worth it. After all, every fairytale has to start somewhere, and it started the moment they said I do. And the end--well, that’s a long time away so let’s focus on the now. The present feels like a dream and the end is nowhere in sight, their fairytale was just beginning.

And Davey couldn’t wait to see where it took them.

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My Girl

Summary: Steve grows an obsession. You’re just a girl who likes to help and Steve can’t help the growing urge to keep you for himself.

Warnings: Smut 18+, non-con, dark!Steve, mentions of death? Sorta. Very very dark steve. NSFW, pure filthy smut, and again.. noncon.

Word Count: 6,741

Author’s Note: Hi! This is late, but I hope you all enjoy it! Sorry if it's shitty. I wrote this with 3 hours of sleep and multiple cups of coffee. Please enjoy! this was written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor challenge! I hope you like it and I'm not too late!

Waking up after years of being in the ice didn’t feel so long for him, he blinked and was suddenly in the 21st century.

It was hard for him to find someone these days, every girl was so corrupt, they all lacked the innocence he was looking for; craving better yet.

He searched and searched, mission after mission he found himself carelessly picking up girls and bringing them back to the compound. He’d escort them out, or at least to the elevator like a gentleman and was greeted by the snarky remarks of his coworkers.

He wasn’t specifically looking for you when he found you, he had been wondering the streets of New York when he stumbled across a girl, you, full of life and so tender, you were helping a man who looked achingly starved fit into what looked like, brand new shoes.

He felt a flutter in his chest as he watched you slip clean socks beside him, the man thanked you, praised you and blessed you as many times as he could.

You stepped into the coffee shop after helping the man, you found an old box filled with your brother's shoes, and you managed to convince yourself that hoarding stuff wasn’t gonna make the past change or any make it better. The least you could do was donate it, especially with the harsh winter coming people needed the extra layers.

“Two hot chocolates and 2 warmed croissants please.” You signaled up to fingers at the cashier.

“Is that all ma’am?”

“Yes.” You searched your wallet for cash, you tried to avoid using your card, it was strictly for bills only.

You slipped the card between your fingers and stood in front of the card reader “It’ll be-“

“I got it.” A deep voice rumbled from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine, you turned your head past your shoulder and snuck a peek at the golden locked man, his figure not going unnoticed as well as his familiar face plastered on every billboard.

“It’s ok, I can pay for it.” You insisted and held your card up. “Please, let me. It’s the least I could do for helping that man.” He gave you a quick grin, shining his pearly whites right at you.

Before you could protest again his card was already being approved, you watched as he took the receipt from the cashier, giving you an ear to ear grin again, which you found yourself mimicking like a mirror.

“Thank you. I thought someone could put them into use instead of having them collect dust.” You said with a sigh and tucked your card away. “So, it was really nothing.”

“You hardly ever see kindness like yours these days.” He walked toward the short line of costumers waiting around for their drinks, you followed after him. “I try to help as much as can, especially after-“

“Captain?” His eyebrows quirked up, he reached over and took both steaming hot chocolates and the paper bag with your warm bread.

“One of the perks of being a well-known superhero, I see.” He laughed as you took the drinks from him. “I guess it is.” Steve cringed a bit at your words as he pushed the door open for you, you gave him a soft thank you and turned the corner to give the waiting man the warm cup and desert. You stood from your crouched position and faced the brawny towering man leaning against the wall.

“I was wondering if those two were for you, but I wasn’t going to judge.” You scoffed sarcastically and faked an offended look.

His laugh erupted and you looked up at him, his eyes were a dark blue but you always remembered them brighter. You were overcome with this wave of realization that Captain America, THE Steve Rogers, the one covering the walls of the subway station, cardboard cutouts everywhere since his awakening, just bought you hot chocolate.

Holy shit, Y/N, how have you been keeping it together this whole time?

“Are you heading somewhere?” Your eyes darted back and forth, analyzing every curvature of his face, tracing the fine lines and prominent jaw structure with your gaze.

“Uh, y-yeah.” You muttered under your breath and dragged your eyes away. “I’m heading to work now actually. If I don’t start walking I might be late.” You glanced at the watch on your wrist.

“Mind if join you on the walk?” You looked around at the people passing by, watching the tall, bulky man hover over you. “Sure, but don’t you have hero things to do?” You started forward; slow steps as he kept by your side.

You massaged your temple and internally screamed at what you just said. “Every hero needs a break, right?” You wanted to punch yourself as he seemed a bit taken aback at your comment, you hadn’t realized how insolent you sounded until the words left your lips.

“Right.”

There was an awkward silence, the sound of your clicking shoes on the concrete, the stuck traffic, light honks, and angry drivers.

Why would he choose to walk with you of all the way more interesting people in the city?

You felt a weird pang in your stomach. Normally, if this was any other man, in this exact situation red flags would pop up and you’d be more than half a mile away. But this was a man who saved the whole world more than just once.

It was Captain America, America’s most adored hero. You were sure he just wanted to catch up with a common civilian.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you happen to have the men’s shoes? You mentioned you had them stored.”

You sipped your warm chocolate. “They were my brothers.” A chuckle left your throat as you watched him nod and his lips form an “O”.

“They looked new, did he not like them?” He looked concentrated, tasked to keep the conversation going almost.

“Not exactly,” You took another long sip of the warm beverage, sighing as you felt it scorch down your throat. “He passed away. So I was left with all of his belongings.”

“I’m sorry.” His shoulders slacked, posture changing almost as if he's affected by your own brothers passing.

“It’s ok.” You smiled and gripped the cup. “I’ve had time to heal.” There was another long pause as he struggled to pick the conversation back up.

“Would you mind if I asked how?” He looked almost like a puppy, his eyes seemed lighter, his complexion held the same golden tint he always had, almost surreal as you peered up at him.

“My family was going on a trip to California when the sky opened and one of those things came crashing against their airplane.” You tossed the empty cup in the trash and pushed your hair back, outlining the shape of the Chitari ship. “I was on the plane before them, already in sunny California when I got the call.”

He nodded slowly, taking in your words, you could tell he felt bad, he was there to witness the lives those things took, he fought them off as best as he could.

“If it weren’t for you guys though, many more would’ve gotten hurt. I’m genuinely thankful you guys were there to stop them.” You added, you didn't want to make him feel like he owed you an apology, it wasn’t his fault after all but you could sense his despair.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I really am doing good. I look at the lives that are lost from the wreckage and the havoc, and it-“

“Hey. If it weren’t for you guys, more lives would be lost, imagine how many more lives those creatures would’ve taken. You’re doing a great job, you were meant for this.” You gave him a small smile before stopping in front of two tall glass doors.

“This is where I work.” You look up at the sign above your head.

“Lawyer?”

“Intern.” You kick your leg a bit and looked at him. “Thank you for the hot chocolate.” You laughed at how childish you sounded, you felt like you were in high school, looking up at the tall clueless jock in-front of you.

“Of course. It was a pleasure to meet you...”

“Y/N.”

He grinned and stuck his hand out for you to take. “Y/N, it was a pleasure meeting you.” You shook his hand and bid your goodbye to the tall hunky man.

You walked in, in a near daze. You felt tipsy off of the encounter almost, you hadn’t fully processed what just all happened.

“Was that? Did I just see- Captain America shake your hand.” You coworker questioned, in just as much shock or even more. “Ok, you saw him too so I’m definitely not dreaming.”

The walk back home was the complete opposite of the morning walk, it was utterly terrifying and you dreaded walking home every night.

You hated your part of the city, the street lights were too dim and old, barely working and lighting the dark eerie night.

You walked away from the club and bar filled night; 20 minutes away to be exact.

The streets weren’t so filled with girls in short dress and men with half-buttoned shirts searching for clubs once you reached your neighborhood.

You always stayed late to help organize the files, though it earned you brownie points it always earned you “lonely girl walking alone at night” points too, which were no good.

You hadn’t realized how silent the night was until you heard soft shifting behind you, you tensed, every muscle in your body turning into knots, you walked faster, your knees trembling with every step; the noise kept behind you, soft scraping against the floor.

You turned around quickly only to be greeted by the dead leaves on the concrete, following the flow of the wind behind you. You chuckled at yourself, feeling silly almost, the thought of getting startled by leaves and confusing them with footsteps made you laugh. You stepped forward, dragging yourself up the steps to your apartment.

The apartment was fairly small but bigger than most, it was well maintained and manageable considering your only source of income was your paid internship, tutoring and in spare times babysitting jobs.

You kicked your heels off and hung your coat, closing the door behind you, a slow shiver crawled through your skin at the sudden brisk of cold air hitting you as you entered your room. Looking around you noticed the room window open, you must’ve left it open before you left for work.

You quickly shut it and locked it with a click, refusing to take any risk, living in this part of the city was dangerous, it wasn’t bad to be too cautious anyway.

You woke up the next morning shivering, processing the morning chirps and breeze, natures alarm was flowing in through your open window.

I thought I...

You must've been so tired you dreamt it. You pulled the sheets back and sluggishly walked toward your bathroom.

It was the least of your worries, so with a hurry, you got ready for work.

Steve saw you, he timed you, it wouldn't be bad to get a general idea of your timing he thought, it's only for right now.

He got his cup of energy as he waited, peeking out the large glass window in search of you, hoping you'd take the route by the coffeeshop. He stepped outside once he saw you a little less than a few feet away, you had stopped to wrap a scarf around a lady’s neck, you turned with a wave as she sent you off with a thank you.

“Oh-“ You crashed against his chest and stumbled back but he caught you, his hand firmly pressed up against the small of your back.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” He looked down at you and smiled, your eyes locked with his for a brief moment before you looked around at the awkward position. “It’s you.” He watched you shift away from his grip.

“What a coincidence.” You let out a throaty laugh and his chest tightened, your laugh was soothing, lighting up every cell in Steves body like a lightning bolt, it didn’t make his ears ache or his face cringe.

“Ooh.” He followed you with his eyes, watching you peak over through the glass door. “Looks kind of full.”

“Want me to go in? I’ve got hero priority..” A chuckle vibrated from Steve's throat and met your laughter.

“Ah, no-no. It’s ok.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind at all.”

“It’s ok. I should be getting to work anyway.”

“Mind if I join you on the walk, I have to get back to the Stark Tower.” Steve brought the hot beverage to his lips and gave you a look almost as if he wasn't asking.

“Uh, sure. Since we’re heading the same way.” He could sense your hesitation at first, but still, you gave him a bright smile.

You hadn’t seen Steve since you ran into him at the library where you offered to read for kids every Tuesday and Thursday, you were prepping and searching for the right book since you had promised the kids a mystery last week. You were in the back dusting off old short novels when he tapped your shoulder.

“Do you know where To Kill a Mockingbird is?” His eyes on a list.

“I don't work here- oh! Steve?”

- Or was it when you bumped into him at the bar, where you usually hung out every night.

Either way, it had been a little over two weeks.

You walked back almost every night after hitting the bar with the rest of interns, following the nightly ritual you all grew a habit of.

This night, you found yourself dreading the walk home, even more, something didn’t sit right in your stomach. You felt weird. Intuition almost.

“Hey, Em? How do you know if you have a ghost in your apartment? Or maybe a poltergeist.” You sighed and popped a chip in your mouth, you sat on the desk facing the glass doors while looking at your tall blonde coworker.

She laughed and shook her head at you. “What do you mean? Do you hear noises or wake up with all your kitchen cabinet doors open.”

You furrowed your brows and gave her a serious look. “No.” You plopped off the desk and started to fit papers into their corresponding folders. “Never mind.”

She smacked her lips and folded her arms. “I was just kidding!” She watched you shoving papers, deliberately ignoring her.

“Please tell me! Pretty please!” Emily was tugging on the sleeve of your blazer and you huffed, only to give in.

“Fine,” You crossed your arms across your chest and looked at her. “This is serious.”

Emily nodded, pulling herself up on the desk you were once sitting on.

“I’ve found my window open 3 times already, and sometimes it’s unlocked even if lock it.” You paused and looked at her, she seemed quite attentive. “Before work, I always remember to lock it. Sometimes it even feels like things are missing or are misplaced.” You shrug and bit the inside of your cheek. “It just feels so weird in there, like it’s not my home anymore.” She held a serious look, her forehead creasing.

“You think this is a ghost?”

“Well, what else could it be, Emily?”

“I don’t know, maybe one of those creepy old homeless men you always help snuck into your room and is watching you sleep.” She brings her hands up and caresses your hair in a mimicking manner.

You swat her hand away and turn around. “I seriously hate you.” \

You both jumped as you heard one of the doors shut, the main attorney walking up to you both looking rather displeased.

“Ladies, I think that’s it for this evening. You can head home.” He looked at his watch and took his bag from the side of the door.

Just as you stepped out, you watched to the attorney disappear from view and turned to the half-lit streets and the dimming sky. “Emily, I don’t think I’m gonna go to the bar tonight.”

“Oh come on! Y/N! You have to come!”

“I really don’t wanna take the last subway tonight and walk home alone.”

“I’ll give you a ride! Please! It’s weird without you, we’re the only girls!” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you faced the lowering sun.

“Fine. As long as you give me a ride home.” You groaned at your cheery friend.

The night ended with you bidding semi-drunken goodbyes to your coworkers, Emily drove you home as she promised, she had only allowed herself a few drinks before the drive.

You felt weird looking at the foggy lit streets, small parts of the pavement were pitched black and you could barely believe you walked that every night by yourself.

When she turned the corner you saw a street light blinking, the light nearly giving out.

“Jesus, I get why you get the heebie-jeebies when you walk home.” She pulled over on the side of your steps. You gave her look, almost begging her with your eyes to stay, you really didn’t wanna stay alone tonight.

“Oh don’t give me that look, Y/N! I can’t stay tonight!” She read your mind.

You pressed the seat belt off and leaned back into your seat. “I’m sure it’s nothing!”

“I hate my life.” You groaned and opened the door, looking at the flickering light.

“I’ll stay over this weekend, how about that?”

“Fine.”

You were met by the same cold breeze, your skin nearly fell off as goosebumps spread over every part of your body. You stepped into your room and looked around, the window was locked and everything seemed to be in place. You make your way into the bathroom, undressing and turning the warm water on, you slipped in, your feet touching the cold tile, you began scrubbing and washing as quickly as you could.

You couldn’t shrug off the fear and the feeling you were being watched. You placed both feet on the mat and dried yourself off, you thought about sleeping in just underwear tonight but you decided against it, considering sleeping half-naked wouldn't be such a good idea at a time like this. You pulled a long shirt over your head and pajama bottoms through each leg, plopping down and waiting for your deep sleep to kick in.

But you tossed and turned, twisted and pulled the sheets.

Nothing. You were too freaked to even sleep. You hid your head under your pillow, pulling it down to your ears to muffle the noise of the whisking wind.

With a loud groan, you pulled your head out and looked at the time. “3am?!” You squeaked and got up. You were lucky you worked in the afternoon today, or else you’d be doomed.

You dragged your feet through the living room and turned the tv on, you lied down on the couch and flipped through the channels until you found reruns of Friends.

It was times like these you really wish your mom or sister were alive, they'd stay up with you even over silly things like this.

Your eyes slowly fluttered as your body sensed the soft white noise of the tv on in the background.

You unexpectedly woke up, feeling a bit cramped from the uncomfortable position you were in, looking around, you saw yourself wrapped in the throw over.

You must’ve pulled it on at night when it was cold. You tossed it aside and looked at the time, it read “12pm” in big red bold number.

You contemplated getting ready for work now or later, standing with a slouch as now won rather later.

You hadn’t seen Steve this time either, maybe he just didn’t like the coffee shop. You didn’t bother getting coffee this time, you didn't have any time, you were running a bit late because of the subway.

You walked in and hung your bag before sitting at your desk, you saw Emily walk past you following after the big attorneys. She was helping in a big case.

“Ah, Y/N, before you leave this evening. Be sure to see me in my office I need help with a case and I need your brains on it.”

“I can go right now, boss?”

“No no, I need you to finish those papers I gave you a week ago by today.” With a nod, you went on with your day.

Before clocking out, you knocked on the mahogany door. “Mr. Davis?”

“Come in.”

“I’ll meet you at the bar,” Emily whispered as she packed up to leave for the night. You gave her a nod before walking into the room, you eyed your boss, he seemed fidgety.

“Here are those papers you wanted to be done.” You slipped them on his desk but he followed them with his eyes, and kept them fixed there, he intertwined his fingers and placed them on top of the desk.

“Ms. Y/L/N. After a lot of thought, I decided to let you go. It’s what’s best for the team.”

“What? Why? Is this a joke?” You nearly got the wind knocked out of you, the sudden hit was nearly enough to make you dizzy.

“No, I’m afraid not. Your work has been amazing, and I do appreciate the help but the firm has enough interns as it is.”

“But-“

“I’ll gladly write a reference letter if you’d like.” He pulled a pen out from his pen holder. “You’re also welcome to collect your things now or first thing in the morning.” He dropped a small box on his desk big enough for your personal things. You bit your tongue to keep from crying and grabbed the box, heading straight to your desk and gathering your things, tears splattering on the surface of your keyboard as you piled in as much as you could.

Just as you finished you closed the box, he led you toward the door, you both stepped out, giving him the keys you had for the firm. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wish I could do something but the whole firm decided it would be best.” He started to walk away but stopped. “I’ll email you my reference in the morning.”

You crouched down and began to sob, this job was your only main source of income, it was the root of everything, this job was supposed to help you pay for law school. You had even hoped if you stayed long enough you would become a permanent worker.

You hugged your box and began to walk toward the subway station, you couldn’t bother going to the bar or calling Emily, she probably knew you were gonna get hired, the rest of the interns there probably knew too, you didn’t wanna go to get laughed at.

You stepped in and sat by the edge of the door, keeping in your sobs as everyone else looked down at their phones.

Your phone began to vibrate in the box, you wouldn't have answered if the loud buzzing against the cardboard didn't earn you looks.

“Where are you? We’re all waiting for you here!“

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I got fired.” You said through half held weeps.

You could hear the change of ambiance from loud laughter and clinks to the low sound of cars passing by. “What? What do you mean? We all agreed Jerry would get voted out.”

“You couldn’t at least warn me? Tell me there was some kind of vote for someone to get fired?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d get fired so it didn’t seem so urgent for me to tell.”

You sniffed and cried, covering your face from the people around, even if they weren’t batting an eye at you. There was a brief silence as she let you weep.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m already on the subway.” You choked and tugged the box against you. “Thank you though, I just need time to myself.” And with that, you hung up and wept into your hands. When the subway came to an abrupt stop you bobbed back and got up, stepping out you nearly stumbled, nobody else stepping off but you.

If you weren't so upset and concerned about your financial stability, you would've been terrified.

You dragged your feet and cried your way home, your cries slowed as you got closer home, you would've kept at if you even had any more tears to cry.

You watched the street light rapidly flicker from across the street, it was the main lamp illuminating the rest of the pavement, you eyed your apartment stairs, mentally taking note of the distance, your steps quickened; almost running before the light completely gave out but right as you took a few more steps forward, it was suddenly pitched black.

The rest of the street lights were out and you fumbled around for your phone, with your shaking hands you dug your nails into the cardboard and flashed around the light, bolting straight toward your door and up the steps. You threw the box down after pulling out your keys, shakily searching for the right key to open the door, blinking for your eyes to adjust in the darkness,

“Come on, Please..” You whined with a shaky breath and stomped in an eager manner, looking past your shoulder to see if anyone was behind you.

You managed to open the door after second of feeling around for the doorknob.

Relief came over you as you swung the door open and kicked the box inside, closing the door behind you, you turned to hang your coat when suddenly you were pulled back out; a cloth covering your mouth.

You shot up from the bed panting, and frantic, you looked around waiting for your vision to clear.

“It was a bad dream.” You exhaled and looked toward the window, it seemed pretty dark out still. You looked down at your self, your body was covered by the usual bedtime attire you always wore. You must’ve been so upset when you got home you couldn't remember getting into bed.

With a deep sigh, you got up and made your way toward the bathroom, the box by your door suddenly catching your eye, you picked it up and saw the marks of your nails scratched into it, the box clearly scoffed up by your kicks.

You threw it on your bed as a reminder to look through it after you finish in the bathroom, you pushed the door open and hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your bottoms but you stopped dead in tracks and blinked a few times at the pale wall.

“What the fuck?” You ran your fingertips over what looked like a freshly painted wall. You pulled the door back to see the dents of the doorknob engraved into the wall, but it was good as new.

You ran toward your bed and looked at the wall behind the headboard, searching for the big crater you made when you first moved in.

Nothing, it was blank. The light crimson tone of your wall was fresh and shiny, a glossy finish to it.

You walked back and reached for the door behind you, jiggling the knob to open but it was locked, you banged your palm against it but it sounded like something was holding it closed. You paced toward the window but it was covered by a clean sheen of metal. You banged on it as much as you could but the sound only echoed inside. You ran back to the door and began to bang on it once again but this time kicking and ramming your fist against it.

“HELP ME PLEASE!” Your voice was croaky, that was when you realized how dry your throat was. It hit you that last night may have not been a dream, and a sudden wave of anxiety rushed over you.

You grabbed the metal side lamp on your nightstand and banged it against the door. “PLEASE LET ME OUT.” You saw a metal sliding toward the bottom, you dropped to your knees and slid the metal back, you duck your head down to look through and were met by another metal wall, except it seemed like doors.

You fell back against the carpet and began to bawl, you felt scared, trapped and helpless. You hugged your body and cradled yourself, trying to create some kind of comfort for yourself but suddenly there was a low beep behind the wooden door and the sound of metal doors sliding open vibrated against the walls. You heard a key wriggle in the lock and shot up, you wiped your eyes and backed up until your back met the wall, pressing yourself up against it, figuring it was no use hiding.

The door swung open and Steve stepped in slowly with his hands up. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” You stared, shocked, in complete utter and disbelief.

How could you have been so naive? Those run-ins weren't coincidences at all, this man was following you and you were too wrapped up and blinded by your naiveness.

You pulled your knees to your chest and cried into your arms. “Please don’t cry, I don’t wanna see you upset. I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.” He crouched down and leaned in to touch your arm but you jerked it away.

You cried at how you ignored the clear signs, the weird intuition, opened windows and the late-night walks you were never scared of until you met him.

He patted the top of your head softly, giving your hair soft strokes. “Take your time, doll.” Your headshot up, your tears burning streaks on your cheeks.

“How could you?”

He brought his hands up to your face, cupping your face as you flinched and tried to turn away. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, pulling your face forward he placed a soft peck atop your head.

Both hands fell to your side and slowly, you crept one hand toward the metal rode part of the lamp, you looked up at him, watching his eyes study your face. You brought your hand up quickly to swing it toward his head but he gripped your wrist and pinned it against the wall. “You want to hurt me?” A low weep left your lips.

You tried to pull his tightening hand off your wrist. “I’ve been nothing but nice.” His grip leaving your hand like jelly, you tugged at his hand harder.

A soft whine left your lips as your whole hand began to lose feeling. “You’re-“

“I built this whole room, so you could be comfortable. I spent hours perfecting it!” He yelled and threw your hand down, you hugged your arm against your chest and croaked out a few cries. You could sense his eye were still on you, letting you weep on the floor as he got up.

His clinking boots bringing your eyes up. “I’ll come back when you’re not acting out.”

You stood up, your arm still against your chest. “No no no! Please don’t leave me here-“ You ran toward the door but he was already locking it.

You slid the metal opening. “Please.” You begged through the small hole.

Steve held his palm flat against what looked like a scanner as it took his prints and shut the doors.

You punched the door but it was no use, he was gone. You crawled on the bed and screamed into the sheets, bunching them up in your hand.

You had to get out, there had to be a way. You sniffled and looked toward the door. Wiping away the blinding tears.

When he walked in the doors were left open, assuming they don’t automatically close, if you distracted him long enough you could run through and surely you’d find a way out, you were probably in a basement.

You laid back in bed and curled up. You were gonna pass some time and wait for him to come. He had to.

A few hours went by and you sat up, looking around.

Now all you had to do was play the part.

“I’m sorry. Please come back.” You looked up at the corners of the room. “I-I-I know you can hear me..” You approached a corner and looked around. “I was just really scared, please. I’ll be better.” You sat down at the corner and waited a few minutes. You got up once you heard shifting outside.

You slowly walked toward the bed but you were met by silence once again, you let out a loud huff and sat back against the headboard of the bed.

“I’m gonna get hungry... and you’re gonna have to see me.” You yelled and bit your tongue to keep from crying, your shaky voice nearly ready to give you in.

“Please Steve, I’ll be good this time. I’m not scared anymore.” You waited again. You were ready to give up when you heard the soft beep of the doors being open once again and stood up, you stood a good instance from the door but not far enough to make it long shot.

He opened the door and came through, his stocky build covering half of the door. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He approached you with a sympathetic look weighing on his face, he tugged you in a big embrace and you tried your best to hug him back.

“I’m so sorry, doll.” He sunk his head into the crook of your neck, his face shielded from seeing your eyes on the open door.

Your heart began to race and you could feel your palms begin to sweat.

“Do it now. Do it now.” Was all that was running your mind.

You knee’d him and bolted toward the door but right before you could reach past the door frame his broad arm wrapped around your waist and dragged you back.

“No, no no please.” You let out a loud wail again, your chest heaving.

You tried to grab on to the door, clawing at it as much as you could. “HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!” You screamed and managed to grip the doorknob but Steve tugged you back harder.

You wouldn’t let go so he reached over and unclamped your hand around it. He threw you on the bed and pinned your shoulders down as you cried, your chest lifting with every sob. “Help me..” was all you could say between sobs.

He threw your arms up and locked them up in place, he reached behind his belt and pulled out cuffs, he wrapped the metal ring around your left wrist and cuffed it on the board of the bed.

“I walked you home every night.” He said through gritted teeth and stood up to shut both doors. You couldn't form words, your chest wouldn’t let you and your tongue was suddenly too heavy. Cries were the only thing left in you.

He stalked back, his face was like stone, you couldn’t bother fighting him off.

“I made sure you were safe.” He gripped your shirt and ripped it open, exposing your bare chest, you began to move and wiggle your hips, trying to kick him off.

He held your free arm down and straddled you to keep your hips still. Steve watched your tits bounce back as you fought. You hiccuped and wriggled, even more, when you felt his bulge resting below your belly button.

“I provided for you.” He tore your bottoms in half, your muscles were growing tired from the man forcing you down, keeping you locked in place.

“You know that boss of yours?” He looked down at you. “That perv kept you around to look at your ass all day.”

“LIAR.” You spit and he bunched your laced panties in his hand as a response. “You’re lying.” You whimpered.

“Wanna know how I know?” He tore a hole in the lace, slowly ripping the lace apart. “He told me, drunk, at that bar across from where you and your friends always hang out.”

He got up from the bed, one knee resting on the edge as he unbuckled his belt, his briefs outlining his cock.

“I only kept the young one because of the fine ass she’s got.” He recited and tugged the waistband of his briefs down, letting his cock spring free and bounce back to hit abdomen. before you moved he held you down, his hand gripping your side.

He climbed back in bed and positioned himself between your legs, forcing them open as you tried to clamp them shut.

“I told him if he didn’t fire you.” Your cries turned softer, lower even as you struggled to turn away from him, tugging at the sheets beside you. “I’d sue the fuck out of him.” He slid his cock between your folds and rocked his hips.

“You’re so wet.” He hissed.

You pushed your palm against his chest, and turned away ashamed at the sudden arousal, at the juices your pussy was emitting.

You wanted to scream at yourself but you couldn't fight your body. You hated how aroused you were, even in this situation your body craved touch.

“Look at me.” He rocked his hips faster and traced his hands up your body only to grip your jaw. “I said look at me.” He pushed your arm out of the way and shook your jaw.

You looked up at him, your legs twitching as the head of his cock brushed against your small bud, his cock becoming slick with your juices.

Your lips quivered with cries as you fought off his eyes. “I did this, so you could be happy. So you didn’t have to suffer.”

He leaned down, engulfing your smell as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “As long as your mine, I promise to take care of you.” He reached down between you two, sliding in the tip of his cock into your stretching your walls.

You gasped and arched your back at the sudden pain, you threw your arm over him and dug your nails into his back, gripping for support as his arm wrapped around your waist and held your hips up.

“I’ll be gentle. It’ll pass soon.” He murmured against your neck, silent gasps forming as he inched deeper, filling you up to the brim, only to pull back and repeat the process, taking every inch all over again.

You felt a soft tug at the pit of your stomach as the pain subsided and a sudden ball of tension was resting on your belly. You could feel him stretching your walls every time he rolled his hips forward, your pussy clenching around him, savoring the girth of his cock, as he hit a sudden sweet spot.

The bundle of tension suddenly released a shock through your body. “So tight.”

A throaty groan escaped his lips, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He lifted his head up and picked up the speed once he heard your cries die down and turn into soft pants.

Tears streamed down; angry you couldn't control your body, but every time he bottomed out, you felt your body tighten and your vocal cords react before you could stop them.

He started rutting his hips faster, as watched you struggle against each moan. Steve kissed along your neck and massaged each sensitive bud between his fingers. He dragged his hand down, his thumb pushing past your folds, circling your clit and meeting your hips with heavier, sloppier thrusts.

You convulsed around him, your walls pulsing with your orgasm as you tightened your legs around his waist, your muscles tightening and body twitching.

He took a few more long plunges before pulling out and covering your stomach and thighs with his hot liquid. He hovered over you, your pussy pulsing as you began to cry again. You turned over on your side away from him, facing the wall.

Your arm up in the air tugged by the cuffs as you cried silently. You felt the bed bounce up as he got off and heard him shuffle to get his belt on.

“Why me?” You whimpered, your tears wetting a small blotch on the sheets.

It was silent for a minute before you heard him open the wooden door.

“You know when you see something so precious you need to break it?” The metal door clanked open, you heard him step through and lock the door.

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I Can Show You The World

TimKon, Fluff, Hugs, Dates Around The World, Kisses, Loveable idiots, 5+1 Things.

Summary: 5 times Tim and Kon went on a date somewhere in the world and the 1 time they stayed home.

A/N: This is done for @timdrakedeservestheworld for TimKon Secret Santa, Merry Christmas I hope you like the story!

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

Tim wasn’t impressed. Kon was late, he was cold, tired and irritated. He wanted his bed, a warm drink and the chance to watch his show he’s multiple episodes behind on.

But because he loves the stupid idiot, he’s standing outside in the freezing cold waiting for said idiot to turn up. Kon had told him to be outside the manner at 11 o’clock that night because he wanted to take him somewhere, to show him something.

It’s now 11:30. What makes matters worse is that Tim’s curiosity was keeping him outside waiting for Kon, when his boyfriend had given him the message to wait outside he also said to dress up in his warmest of clothes and to have his camera on hand. Tim had tried calling him but it kept on going to voice mail so he gave up after the fourth time. Whatever Kon had planned it better be good.

It’s another 10 minutes of waiting until he shows up. There’s a sheepish smile on his face as he lands before Tim, Tim simply glares back unimpressed. He’s dressed in his civvies, though the grey jumper makes Tim raise an eyebrow. Kon’s hair was all over the place, looking like it normally does after Kon’s been flying.

Tim crosses his arms over his chest, “Well?”

Kon rolls his eyes, “Sorry dude, I had to go and check on something and got a little distracted.” He steps forward and wraps Tim up in his arms. “I promise what I have planned is brilliant.”

“It better be,” Tim scoffs, “I’ve been freezing my ass off out here.”

Kon laughs and rubs his hands up and down Tim’s arms in a poor attempt at producing warmth.

Tim lets his annoyance slip away now that Kon was actually there and uncrosses his arms, he wraps them around Kon and presses a light kiss to his cheek. “So what’s the plan?”

Without words, Kon scoops him up into his arms in bridal style and holds him tight. Being used to that kind of treatment Tim takes it in stride and moves his arms around his neck and clings on tight.

“You’ll see, keep your face pressed to my neck and don’t look until I tell you to!”

Tim shoots him an odd look. “What are you up to?”

Kon grins down at him but doesn’t say any more as he takes off in the air.

To his credit, Tim doesn’t look. He keeps his face pressed against Kon and holds on tight. Of course he takes the opportunity to press a few kisses to the exposed skin of the Kryptonian’s neck while they’re in the air.

He feels Kon touch down what feels like an hour later. Kon puts him down on his feet saying, “Okay here we are you can look now.”

Looking around Tim has no idea where they are. There’s hardly any light anywhere except from behind him, it looks like they’re in the middle of nowhere and it’s bitterly cold, he shivers and pushes his coat up to cover his neck.

He looks around more and behind him finds where the light was coming from. There, randomly, was a tent set up and two large lamps were placed outside of it. A peek inside it Tim sees multiple blankets, a picnic basket, a portable heater and a duffle bag.

He shoots Kon a wide-eyed look, “Did you set this up? Where are we? Why?”

Kon laughs and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. “I wanted to bring you out here. Look up, and use your camera.”

Tim does, but not without feeing extremely confused as he does so. Once he’s taken a photograph of the sky he gasps in shock. Looking at Kon once again he exclaims, “You brought me to see the Northern lights!”

“Yeah, I remember you saying about it ages ago, so I did some research came and set this up. I thought we could make it into a date night of sorts. We’re in Tromso, Norway, at the moment this is the best place to see them.”

Tim takes another picture of the sky and studies the result. On his screen the lights were lit up in beautiful shades of neon green in a various of waves. It was stunning.

He looks away and smiles up at Kon. A mixture of joy, excitement and awe taking over him. He presses a long lingering kiss to Kon’s lips. They eventually pull apart and Tim continues to smile,

“Grab a blanket and sit with me, I hope that’s some of ma’s pies in thy basket you brought.”

Kon’s snorts heading into the tent, “Of course.”

Tim looks away as Kon disappears in the tent and looks back at the sky. He couldn’t believe it. He’s always wanted to see the lights but never had the chance or time to get around to it, he’s very grateful to Kon and promises do something nice for him back.

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“How the fuck did you manage this?” Kon asks completely bewildered. He stares out of the window and down at the busy city below them.

He had no idea how Tim had achieved this. They were sat on the second platform of the Eiffel Tower having a fancy ass meal that probably cost more than what Luthor spent to create him in the lab.

When Tim had messaged to meet him in Paris Kon had no idea what to expect, he was thinking something along the lines of a mission, maybe something under cover, not a first class meal in the one of the most famous monuments in France.

He wasn’t complaining, not at all. However he did feel slightly out of place.

Opposite him Tim laughs, he wipes his mouth with the napkin before answering, “Well, I guess money talks.”

“No shit,” Kon snorts, “Seriously dude, this is crazy.” He looks out to the city one again, taking in the magnificent sight that greets them.

Tim shrugs, “I just wanted to do something different with you.” Kon watches as Tim starts to look uneasy and a little guilty. “I know that this isn’t exactly your thing Kon, it’s not really mine either let’s be honest, I just thought it would make a change. I’m sorry if you haven’t enjoyed it.”

Kon feels guilty now too, he didn’t mean to come across like he wasn’t enjoying himself.

“Tim,” he reaches over and grasps his boyfriend’s hand in his own, “This has been absolutely wonderful. Okay yeah it’s a little -well actually way- out of my league but I’ve enjoyed it. The food was fucking fantastic.”

A small smile makes its way onto Tim’s face. Kon smiles back.

Tim squeezes his hand, “I hope you don’t mind but can we skip desert? There’s something else I want to show you.”

Kon takes a moment to think about it, suddenly caught off guard with the question. “Uh sure? Is that like even allowed?”

By this point they’ve had their starter and just had finished their main course. They have yet to order desert. Tim laughs, but doesn’t answer him and Kon watches as he waves down a waiter and ask for the bill.

There’s an exchange in words as Tim pays, the French easily flowing from his mouth like it was his first language. Of course Kon knew Tim was bilingual and could fluently speak many languages, but every time Kon sees Tim use his talent he’s always amazed by it.

They end their conversation and Tim was smiling as the waiter walks away. He turns to Kon with a raised eyebrow, “We ready to go – why are you looking at me like that?”

Right, Kon was still staring at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape, “You’re amazing, you know that.” He states firmly and Tim blushes at the compliment. “But yeah I’m ready. Where do you want to go now?”

Kon stands up and offers his hand to Tim who immediately takes it and lets Kon lead them out of the restaurant. It’s only when they’re at the elevator that Tim hints to him about his plan. He tugs Kon to the side just before they could get in.

“I want you to fly us to the top.”

“Huh?”

Tim looks at him like he’s stupid, “I want you to fly us to the top of the Tower. There’s an exit just to the west side which we could use.”

Kon looks at him and debates whether it’s worth questioning or not. In the end he decides against it and decides to trust his boyfriend. Tim leads him to the exit and together they float out of the tower and to the top platform.

Kon makes sure Tim’s steady enough before letting him go. His boyfriend is completely unfazed being this high up without any sort of safety equipment, or even his grapple gear and Kon’s heart stutters at the complete trust Tim has in him.

Kon takes a moment to observe the city around them, it seems even more breath-taking from this high up. The city was now being bathed in an orange glow as the sun starts to set on the horizon and what looks like a beautiful clear night begins to appear.

A hand grabbing his grabs his attention. He turns around to find Tim smiling and now holding a weaved basket in his hand. Kon eyes it up, noticing a sweet smell coming from it. “What’s that?”

Tim holds it up, letting go of his hand he opens it, “This is a variety of deserts from bakeries around the city. I had Cassie collect them and bring them up here while we were eating.”

Kon blinks in complete surprise. This is what Tim had planned. He looks inside the basket and find a lot of different little bags filled with all different kind of sweet treats inside. He grins up at Tim, “Once again, you’re amazing.”

Tim smiles and sits down, hanging his legs over the edge of iron bar they’re on and swings his legs in a childish fashion. He places the basket beside him and pats the empty space next to him, “Sit with me.”

Kon settles down next to him and wraps an arm over his shoulder and together they look out over the busy city. No words were spoken between them for a long time, both of them simply enjoying the silence and the comfort of the other’s presence.

In the end Kon presses a kiss to Tim’s temple and gives him a squeeze, “Now this is more my pace.” He says reaching for the desert filled basket. “This is brilliant, thank you Tim.”

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Tim openly stares at Kon while he’s at the bar. He’s not ashamed of doing it, after all there were several others doing the same and Tim doesn’t blame them. Kon looked stunning from where he was leaning against the bar talking to the bar tender with a smashing smile.

The sun was dancing off his bare skin giving it a golden glow, his muscles looking even more toned as they shift with the slightest movement he makes. His red swimming trucks, the only thing he was wearing, were hanging preciously low on his hips giving people just a tiny hint at what is being covered by the material.

Tim manages to tear his eyes away from Kon and looks around. They’re currently on a private beach in Hawaii where only a small hand full of people were. It was a pure golden sand beach, with a small bar at the edge of it and a small restaurant by it. On the other end there were a few beach huts which could be rented out, giving the people who do their privacy sans a couple others.

He had no idea how Kon set this arrangement up. All he got told was to pack a summer bag because they’re hitting the beach for week. No work was to be done or even thought about, no heroic acts to be carried out and no looming parents or siblings to annoy them. It was just them for a solid week in the warm sun and on a stunning beach.

Tim snaps his attention back to Kon when he notices him starting to walk back to where they had their sunbeds set up underneath an umbrella, or at least Tim’s was, Kon’s bed was out in the open for the sun for prey on it.

Kon walks over to him, and holds out a drink. It takes Tim a moment to notice that it was in a coconut. There was a straw coming out of one side, a couple bits of fruit on a cocktail stick inside of it and there was a small umbrella with it. It smelled sweet, but nice. Tim takes it in his hands.

“Here you go your majesty. Hawaii’s finest coconut cocktail, something that makes all the ladies swoon.” Kon says with a grin.

“Thanks.” He says with an eye roll but a fond smile stretches across his face. Tim takes a sip of the cocktail and immediately makes a face, it was sweet. Maybe too sweet. It wasn’t terrible though but it’s not something he would drink on a regular occurrence.

Seeing his face Kon laughs and Tim sends him a dirty look. He places the drink carefully down by his bed and settles back against the incline of the chair. A second later Kon was there pulling his legs apart, before Tim could question him his boyfriend was sliding in between them and settling down so his back was against Tim’s chest and so he was resting in Tim’s spread legs.

Tim makes another face at the feel of sweaty skin against his but he doesn’t complain just because of the comfortable weight Kon was against him. He settles into the position and starts stroking a hand through Kon’s hair. His boyfriend lets out a content sigh and relaxes against him even more.

They stay like that for a long time, just simply enjoying one another’s company and enjoying the warmth of the Hawaiian weather and their cocktails. They don’t do things like this very much anymore when it’s just the two of them and Tim enjoys it while he can. Being superheroes doesn’t leave much time for dates so any opportunity they can get Tim is grateful for.

He’s broken out of his thoughts when Kon grabs hold of one of his hands from where they were wrapped around him. His boyfriend presses light kisses over his palm and wrist. He then tilts his head up so he’s looking up at Tim, “Hey, I love you.”

The admission gets a smile out of Tim and he presses a kiss to Kon’s temple, “Love you too.” Tim rests his head against Kon’s and takes in the scenery once again, as he does so something pops into his mind, “Do you ever miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“This. Hawaii.”

Kon’s silent for a long time before he finally answers. “Yeah I do, or at least sometimes. I mean this is the first place I called home you know. I was accepted here, where I started becoming a person, where I started living. I know I was new to the world, young, hot headed and naïve but I learnt a lot. I met some amazing people, some not so great but it is what it is you know.”

Tim hugs Kon tighter as he talks. Tim could hear the longing in his boyfriend’s voice as he recalls his early days as Superboy, back when he was ‘The Kid’.

“Would you live here again if you had the chance?”

“I think I would yeah,” Kon answers pretty quickly, “I mean eventually anyway….

Tim raises an eyebrow at him, looking down as Kon looks up, his blue eyes sparkling, “Why’s that then?”

“Because I’m happy with you. I want to be where you are. It’s as simple as that.”

The admission makes Tim’s heart flutter. He feels himself grin goofily and buries his blushing face into Kon’s hair, giving his boyfriend a squeeze as he does so. Kon laughs quietly and pats his arms.

“I hate it when you say things like that.” Tim comments lightly into the soft black hair.

“Why? Because it makes you a blushing mess and speechless?”

Instead of answering that Tim just gives him another squeeze and they fall silent again. Tim finally moves his head away from Kon and presses a kiss to his temple, “I love you and I’d be happy to go where you go,” he says quietly.

Kon smiles softly and presses a kiss to Tim’s palm.

They stay sat together for another good 15 minutes, they finish off their cocktails and talk nonsense until Kon moves away. He climbs out from between Tim’s legs and stretches in the sunlight. Tim stares and doesn’t feel ashamed about it, Kon had a good body and it deserved to looked at and worshiped especially with the sun beaming down on him like a spotlight.

Kon stops stretching and turns his attention to him, raising an eyebrow in question. “So…”

Tim looks at him back, “So what?”

They stare at one another for a long moment, neither knowing what to say or do. It was when Kon suddenly grins like the Cheshire Cat that Tim starts tensing up. He knows that look and that look means nothing good. It’s usually Kon’s look of ‘I have an idea that’s about to cause some kind of trouble’.

His boyfriend takes a step towards him and Tim starts getting up from the bed feeling extremely weary of him. Kon’s up to no good. “Kon…”

As he gets closer Tim scrambles to his feet but before he could get away, arm were wrapping around his waist and hauling him up into the air. He kicks his feet out and twists in the hold, trying to get away, “Conner! Let me go.”

Kon simply chucks Tim over his shoulder, completely unfazed by his squirming and protests and heads towards the water. Tim squirms even more, unable to break free of the Kryptonian’s grip, once he realises Kon’s intentions.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare! Conner!”

Next thing he knows is that he’s being dumped into the water of the Pacific Ocean. He splutters water everywhere as he scrambles back up right, wiping away the water from his face. He glares at his laughing boyfriend who takes a moment to breath and giggle out, “I thought you could do with cooling off!”

Tim’s glare turns into a sly smile as he takes in Kon’s unguarded posture. “Cooling off huh? I’m not the only one who could do with cooling off!” With that he jumps at Conner and uses his weight and surprise attack to knock the meta into the water, both of them landing with a big splash.

They pop up seconds later and Kon glares at him, unamused, “Oh…” he says lowly, “It is on.”

And like that they were in battle with one another, seeing who could beat who by ducking them into the water the most amount of times. No thoughts of work, heroics, siblings and families, any responsibilities went through their minds as the wrestled one another in the warm sun of Hawaii.

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“Okay,” Kon says patiently, “You had me fly you for what feels like hours, while blind folded, listening to your directions with no knowledge of where we’re actually going or what we’re doing. Can you please take the blindfold off now!”

That morning Tim had messaged him that he had a surprise for Kon but it was Kon who would need to take them there. Kon agreed of course, thinking Tim would just tell him where to go, but of course it wasn’t that simple. Tim had made him wear a blindfold and fly blindly to who knows where for who knows what reason.

Kon trusts Tim of course, but even he would like to be in the loop with what was going on through that mysterious head of his boyfriend’s sometimes.

Right now he has landed but doesn’t know where and that stupid thing is still on his face. From where he hasn’t yet let go of Tim he feels his boyfriend turn in his arms and a moment later he feels hands running along his face, they eventually remove the blindfold allowing him to finally see where they were.

They were in between some old looking buildings, further out Kon spots what looks like a town that’s filled with people. He shoots Tim a raised eyebrow, “Where are we?”

All Tim does is smile, presses a kiss to his lips, before taking his hand and leads him out of the gap and into the town. Kon still has no idea where they are, but as he observes his soundings he starts picking up conversations from people and realises that it wasn’t English they were speaking but another language.

“Tim?” He prompts but his boyfriend pays him no attention as he causally strolls through the town like he owns the place.

It wasn’t until they were in front of what looked like a small café in the middle of a busy street that it finally clicks to Kon where they were. “Italian? We’re in Italy? Why on earth are we here?”

Tim rolls his eyes and places his hands on his hips. “Kon, what is Italy famous for?”

Kon looks at him like he’s crazy, “Uh… Romans?”

Tim looks unimpressed, “What else?”

“Um… Super Mario?” At Tim’s blunt look Kon winces and tries again. “Pompeii? Wheels? Julius Caesar? I don’t know dude!”

Kon huffs and looks away, annoyed. He looks around at their surroundings, looking for some inspiration. He studies the café in front of them and gets an idea, one that makes him feel incredibly stupid for not realising sooner. “Pizza.”

At Tim’s smile Kon lights up, now understanding why they’re in Italy. “You brought me to Italy to have pizza.”

“You can only have the best pizza from where it originally came from. And we’re in Naples by the way, rumoured to be the birth place of pizza, so like it’s really good here.”

After that Tim leads them into the café and they sit down. It was a pizza joint and Kon was being overwhelmed with how good it smelt. He loved pizza but never has actually had it from Italy before. It was nice of Tim to do this.

They sit across one another and make easy chat as they wait for the food. It was nice just the two of them and to be somewhere different.

Their food comes and Kon can finally die a happy man (well a second time, but he tries to not think about that fact) after he takes the first bite if his pizza. It was fantastic, super delicious, cheesy and full of flavour. Kon easily decides it’s way better than their crap in America. This was pure Italian and nothing could beat that.

The two of them chat and joke, even starting a game of footsie which got out of hand when Kon knocked the table with his knee and spilt over his drink causing it to go all over the table and floor. He and Tim laugh at it as he roughly cleans it up while he apologises to the workers.

Once they were done, Tim gets up to pay for their meal but Kon grabs his wrist before he could fully leave. He drags Tim close and pulls him down for a quick kiss. Tim hums and kisses back, when they break apart he looks at him questioningly.

Kon smiles, “Thanks for this, it was great.”

Tim smiles back, pressing a quick kiss back before straightening up, “It’s no problem. I’ve enjoyed it.”

“Thanks again.” Kon lets him go and Tim goes and pays for their meal. Afterwards they head and decide to browse the rest of Naples since they were there, they walk hand in hand through a variety of markets and streets, they pass by a wide range of street acts but while all the sights were great nothing beat the sight of Tim smiling and being relaxed.

Kon loved this side of Tim and was grateful that he even got to see it, he loved all of these moments they were able to steal together. He would be more than happy to travel anywhere blindfolded if it meant seeing Tim this happy and relaxed because it was totally worth it.

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“Dude, can you get any closer to that flower?”

Tim pulls away from the low hanging tree branch and shoots Kon an unimpressed look. “I want to get a close up of the flower Kon.”

He goes back to the flower and brings his camera up to it once again, he ignores Kon’s huff behind him as he gets a picture of the baby pink blossom. He takes a few photos on a variety of settings and decides to go through them later on.

Once satisfied he pulls away and joins Kon’s side once again. His boyfriend takes his hand in his own and at a leisurely pace they walk forward. It was a warm dry day with only a couple of clouds in the blue sky. There were a lot of people about but no one paid them any attention as they walk together hand in hand.

Coming to Japan and seeing the Cherry Blossom Trees was Kon’s idea, one that Tim had thought was a little odd but he didn’t protest against the idea. He didn’t think much of it but once they arrived in the country and started walking through the trees Tim then understood the appeal. The trees were beautiful, full of baby pink flowers, looking as fresh as ever. They contrast so nicely against the dark bark of the tree and the clear blue sky above them.

He couldn’t help but stare at the scenic views around them, taking in how many tourists from around the world there were, how the pink flowers were beautiful how nice the atmosphere was. It wasn’t a place he’s ever thought about going to but being here with Kon made him glad they came.

A bop on his nose gets his attention, “Earth to Timothy. Do you read me Tim? Come in Tim.”

It’s then he notices that they’ve stopped walking and he pokes Kon in retaliation, “Dork.”

Kon grins and they carry on walking, slightly swinging their linked arms between them. Tim takes a deep breath and lets it out, he smiles at Kon, “This is nice, peaceful even.”

Kon glances at him before looking away, “Yeah, I thought this would be something different to do for us. Cassie was talking about it the other day and I thought ‘why not?’ Plus we can get some sushi while we’re here, like proper good quality stuff.”

“Can you even use chop sticks?” Tim asks teasingly.

Kon jabs him in the hips which makes him squirm away, “Yes I can actually.”

Tim slaps his hands away and holds them, he laughs, “Uh huh, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Kon leans in close to him, their lips centimetres apart, “Oh I’ll prove it alright.” His voice becomes husky and low and it heats something up inside of Tim. He blushes and Kon smirks like he’s secretly won something.

His boyfriend places a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away, Kon then starts dragging Tim into walking once again.

As they walk Tim takes note of some of the flowers on the ground, clearly having fallen off the trees already. Seeing a full flower he picks it up and leans over to place it behind Kon’s ear. The meta jumps at the initial touch but allows Tim to place it in his hair. Tim steps back and laughs.

“It suits you.”

Kon reaches up and gently touches the flower. He raises an eyebrow at Tim in question but shrugs and doesn’t ask anything. Grabbing his camera Tim points it at Kon, “Say cheese!”

His boyfriend scowls instead and Tim laughs at the photo he takes. Kon rolls his eyes before looking around them. Tim watches curiously but tries to step away as Kon closes in on him with a flower in hand.

“Kon no.” He smacks his boyfriend’s hand away but the meta grabs them hold and keeps them still. He gives Tim a pointed look.

“If I have to wear one then so do you.”

They stare at one another for a moment before Tim resigns and looks away. Kon lets out a triumphant noise and proceeds to place the flower in Tim’s hair.

“There,” he says, “now we match.”

Tim gives him a look, “Joys.”

Kon wraps an arm around him and pulls him in close so they’re snug against one another. Instinctively Tim wraps an arm around his waist and looks up as Kon raises his phone out in front of them on the selfie mode of the camera. He smiles at the camera as Kon does and they take a picture of them with the trees in the background and the pink flowers in their hair, but before he pulls away Kon takes another picture of them, this time as he kisses Tim’s slightly blushed cheek.

Tim snorts and pushes him away. “Sap.”

Kon pockets his phone with a smirk and they finally continue walking, both of them enjoying the afternoon together. “Know any good sushi places around here?” Kon asks eventually.

They were still walking but now were heading towards the city, away from the beautiful blossom trees. Tim hums and thinks about it for a moment, trying to dig through his memories for the times he’s been Japan and had sushi with either Bruce or Dick. In the end something clicks and he squeezes Kon’s hand, “Yeah I know somewhere. Let’s go.”

Japan was an unexpected date but Tim wasn’t complaining. It was nice spending time with Kon somewhere different in the world.

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He was checking himself out in the mirror when his phone rang. Glancing away from his reflection he looks down at his device that’s on the edge of the bed to find Tim’s name on the screen. Grinning he answers it, puts it on speaker and turns back to the mirror.

“Hey man, just finishing up getting ready,” he smooths out his hair for the hundredth time, trying to get it in the correct place how he likes it and frowns when it doesn’t work.

“Kon…”

Kon instantly stops at what he’s doing and looks down at the phone in concern. Tim didn’t sound good, his voice was quiet and croaky and Kon’s pretty sure he just hear his boyfriend cough.

“Tim, dude, you okay? Sound a little rough there.”

Tim voice was quiet as he responds, “Hey Kon, I’m sorry but I have to - have to cancel our date tonight. I’m not – I’m not well.”

He could easily hear that Tim wasn’t well. His boyfriend sounded awful. He glances at himself in the mirror, feeling his mood deflate, he was really excited for their date that night. He’d even gone into a lot of effort in making sure he looked good for Tim.

“What’s wrong?”

After coughing Tim answers, “I’ve got a low fever, and a cough. I feel like shit. I’m so sorry Kon but I can’t, not tonight.”

Kon slumps down on the bed and picks up the phone, taking it off speaker he brings it to his ear, “Hey it’s no problem, don’t worry about it. You can’t help getting ill.”

A weak laugh comes across the speaker, “The perks of being human…. Rain check?”

“Of course.” Kon instantly agrees, “Just get some rest and listen to Alfred when he tells you something alright. The sooner you’re better the sooner we get to go out.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know by now what to do.”

Kon rolls his eyes despite Tim not being able to see him do it. “If you do, then do it! Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“Whatever. Sorry again Kon, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Dude, don’t worry about it. Take it easy, love you.”

“Love you too, bye.”

They hang up and Kon tosses his phone behind him in defeat. Well there goes his evening plans then. He glances himself in the mirror again and stands up, taking in his form and the smart clothes he was wearing. He was dressed to impress. It was just a shame he wouldn’t be doing any impressing after all, unless….

Tim clearly wanted to meet up, he wanted this date just as much as Kon did, but of course life was being cruel and Tim is unfortunately down in the dumps with no energy to spare because of his illness. Kon couldn’t get ill, he couldn’t get earth illnesses, therefore meaning he could always go and visit his sick boyfriend and bring their date to him.

Grabbing his phone he gets up off the bed and makes his way out of his room with a plan in mind. Perhaps he still could impress after all.

He rings the doorbell to the Manor and patiently waits. He rocks on his toes for a minute until the giant wooden door was opening to reveal an elderly man dressed to the nines as usual.

“Master Conner? I didn’t know we were expecting you. Master Tim is currently feeling a bit under the weather at the moment.”

Kon grins easily at Alfred, “I know, he called me earlier. I still wanted to come and see him, maybe cheer him up.”

Alfred moves to the side, a soft smile on his face, “Of course, he’s up in his room resting.”

“Thanks Alfred.” Kon heads inside and immediately takes for the stairs that would lead him to Tim’s room.

Once he gets there he quietly knocks on the door and walks inside, opening the door slowly to get a sight of the room. It was dark and the only light was coming from Tim’s laptop on top of the covers to his bed. Tim himself was curled up in a ball, with a miserable pout on his face as he watches something on the screen.

“Tim?”

Tim looks his way and blinks for a few moments, like his brain was catching up with what was happening. Then suddenly a look of shock and happiness crosses his face. “Kon? You really here?”

Kon smiles softly, taking in the sight of his ill boyfriend. “Hey Tim, I wanted to come by and keep you company while you’re ill.”

Tim looks away, “You didn’t have to, I look awful right now.” A coughing fit takes over him and Kon rushes forward to rub his back. He sits on the edge of the bed and picks up the glass that was on Tim’s bedside table and hands it to him.

Tim smiles his thanks and takes the glass and a few sips of the water. Even after he was done Kon keeps stroking him, wanting to keep the contact.

“Sorry, thanks for coming.” Tim pulls away and slumps against his mattress, “I feel awful.”

“You look it too.” Kon says with a grin.

Tim pouts at him and kicks his side, “Ass.”

Kon lets out a laugh and grabs his ankle, he teases the sole of Tim’s foot and enjoys the way he violently jerks to try and get away. “I hate you.” Tim states smiling once Kon let him go.

“You love me really.”

“Anyway, why you here Kon? Not that I mind seeing you but I'm not up for a date right now.”

Kon shrugs, “I wanted to see you, I figured since we can’t go out on our date we could just stay in and enjoy each other’s company. I thought it might cheer you up a bit.”

Tim goes quiet for moment before a little smile stretches across his lips. “Thanks. I have Netflix up if you want to watch something, though-” he’s cut off by another coughing fit. Kon hands him the water once again.

Once he’s settled he carries on, “Though I can’t promise I’ll stay awake, I think Alfred’s given me the good stuff which means I’ll be out in like half an hour, probably less.”

Kon shrugs off his jacket and climbs into the bed with Tim, he works on getting his boyfriend settled next to him and comfortable before speaking, “That’s fine, we’ll have a sleepy movie date at home.” Kon reaches for the laptop then and brings up a film he knows they both like, once it was playing he relaxes and holds Tim’s warm form against him, feeling content with Tim’s weight against him.

“You look good by the way. Handsome even.” Tim mumbles after a moment of silence.

Kon smiles and presses a kiss to his temple, “Yeah? I wanted to look good for you. Try to impress you.”

Tim lets out a sleepy hum, “Considered me impressed. Thanks Kon.”

Next to him Tim drifts off to sleep and Kon’s heart flutters at the sight of Tim asleep on him, he kisses his head yet again, whispering a soft, “Love you.” What they were currently doing wasn’t exactly a traditional sense of a date as they were at Tim’s home, but they were enjoying one another’s company and were together so that’s all that counts.

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( MILO VENTIMIGLIA. FORTY. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, KNOX EXPOSITO is more commonly known as COUNTRY. they’ve been living in stratford for TWENTY YEARS and currently work as a RANCH HAND. some say they are JADED & SARCASTIC but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re CLEVER & DEPENDABLE. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear MAMA TRIED by MERLE HAGGARD playing from their window. ( dirty cowboy boots, the sound of a hunting knife clicking open, the aftermath of a bar fight, and a devilish grin. )

I might have gotten excited about bringing my mans here back, so please forgive the lack of basic information.

The Exposito family was a military family by definition. His father had instilled that family value in all of them at a young age. The first born, Knox wanted nothing more than to make the man that raised him happy, even if it did mean leaving this town behind for a few of his better years. He did what most enlisted people do, he drank and fucked his way through basic training. When it was time to buckle down and get serious, though, he did that too.

Through his career, he was deployed twice. First he went to Afghanistan. This was a relatively normal tour, one that allowed him to get a little complacent, comfortable. He took mandatory trips into the small towns around the base, ran drills, and sat atop the towers with the native guards, mostly drinking their pineapple juice and shooting the shit. Looking back on it now, he may have stopped after the first tour, but that didn’t matter now. You couldn’t change the past.

The second tour was a few odd months in before they were attacked during drill. One minute, everyone was complaining about being in full gear in the heat, the next there were people in pieces around him. Blood was everywhere, screaming, and the smell. He can still remember that smell, it was the first time he knew was flesh smelled like when it burned. It was sickening, and he’d never forget it. Shortly after what was left of his unit was collected, he was honorably discharged. That’s when he learned the truth about the military, it could and would chew you up and spit you out. Every seven minutes there was a veterans suicide, he knew, because there were days where he wanted to be one of them.

He would eventually heal from both the physical and emotional wounds, but life didn’t see fit to give him a break. First, he’d experienced an episode of PTSD while sleeping next to his then, live in boyfriend. When he’d woken up with his hands around the mans neck, he knew that he couldn’t keep taking the risk. The ring he’d kept stashed in his go bag was ignored, and they broke it off a month later. It was his fault, he’d purposely distanced himself, took the brunt of the blame because he was scared. The man had fought entire wars, literally, and he was too much of a coward to do the work he needed to fix it, to fix them.

Six months later, his father was diagnosed with cancer. They had him for almost a year after that, a living success story. But, his death left Knox’s mother in pieces, and they all said she died shortly after of nothing more than a broken heart. This left the ranch in his hands, and the family. The new responsibilities fit his broad shoulders just fine, until Bragg, his brother, decided to steal the drugs he’d become addicted to while Knox was deployed, from one of the mc’s.

It was another unexpected blow, but the fiercely loyal parts of him that had been “raised that way” were willing to do anything he could to save him, including paying back the debt. So, he cashed out what remained of his savings, but it wasn’t enough. He refused to bankrupt their parents estate for this, so he compromised himself instead. He offered to clean up messes, to bury bodies, after all...all that land, it meant there were plenty of places, and plenty of privacy.

Sometimes, he sees this as a compromise of his values, but most days? It’s just a means to an end. It’s a means to an end that will be over soon, a few thousand left on the bill and he’s free. Or is he? Who knows.

WC;

The boyfriend mentioned above.

Siblings, all of his are named after Military bases. Knox, Bragg, running theme here. Mom and dad really loved Uncle Sam.

Former military connections, including friends or lovers that he would have known prior to enlisting that may have kept in contact (pen pals while he was gone is my soft spot), or anyone that might have joined with him.

The connection that cut the deal within the club with him, I’m not picky about which side. Also, the connections that have interacted with him through this.

One night stands, reoccurring friends with benefits, etc. Hes got some shit habits and a penchant for coping through straight tequila, so plenty of chances for multiple fuck ups.

I taught Lace everything she knows about angst, so you know...

#rideintro.#( 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔵 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔬 / muse. )

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sea-side-scribbles · 4 years

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Fanfiction: Sympathy For A Downer

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/54798793

Chapter 4 :

Arthur was deep in thoughts the next days. Thanks to the medal he could walk past the Wellies without hindrance, if he didn’t push his luck. He didn’t think about the medal itself too much, it was the way he got it that made him ponder. He couldn’t stop thinking about Nick Lightbearer.

Of course, he had been on a drug when they met and probably hadn’t been able to act like a normal Wellie because of that, but Arthur asked himself if that was in fact the only reason why he didn’t attack him. And then he even helped him without asking for something in return, what nobody did before. Maybe he simply forgot? Normally, Arthur would move on and leave everyone to their fate but he was thinking about Nick’s fate right now.

When he had sorted out some things and gathered food he went back into the hatch by nightfall. He didn’t want to walk around in the darkness after all, where he would ironically more likely be seen because of the curfew.

Following the tunnel to his shelter Arthur noticed a noise that didn’t belong there and hid in a corner, listening carefully. He hoped it wasn’t another breakout of the plague. It sounded rather like building work, what wasn’t so great either. So just now somebody wanted the tunnel to be repaired? Why would the town need the metro? They didn’t have a new order, didn’t they? Arthur thought about The Bad Thing, that kept circling around in his head for so many days now. The sound suddenly went quiet and Arthur curiously sneaked closer until he heard voices.

„Oh, there you are!“, an angry voice just shouted and made Arthur jump.

„Virgil…I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t have much time.“ That was Nick’s voice.

„What do you think you’re doing down here? Do you have any clue how much I’ll have to pay for this?“

„Come on, no one collects a rent down here. Also, I don’t feel safe in my house anymore, every safety measure has failed so far. They even built a bloody scaffolding to my window! The suite isn’t any better and these pompous asses make up new bills for everything every day.“

„I would’ve easily found another house. What the hell are you gonna down here?

„I like it. It’s the solitude, the many branched tunnels, like blood vessels pulsing though the streets. It’s inspiring, Virgil! I’m about to feel my energies again!“

„By living like a rat? Your songs have to be jolly, you have to make people happy and not give them nightmares! I don’t want another Georgie Joy Disaster, do you hear me?“

„I know what I’m doing! Don’t you trust me anymore? This is my new chance!“

Virgil’s sight was very loud.

„If this isn’t bringing any better results I’ll drag your ass back out of here. Are we clear?“

„Thank you Virgil, my friend, you won’t regret this!“

„I hope so…“, the man named Virgil said before Arthur heard footsteps coming closer. He hid again and waited until the coast was clear before he sneaked along the tunnel to find Nick.

„Hey, Nick,“ he whispered.

Nick was startled at first, but he relaxed when he saw Arthur and approached him.

„Hey, Arthur. Lovely day for it. Or…uh…rather not…? This is confusing…“

„Nick, what are you doing here?“, the other man interrupted his flood of words.

„I’ll be living in the underground for a while,“ Nick informed him and Arthurs face fell.

„Down here, in the dirty tunnels?“

„Come on, man, it’s probably cleaner than my own house“, he said laughing. „I need to live somewhere after all, after someone destroyed my alarm.“

So much for ‚nothing in return‘, Arthur thought to himself. All right, let’s see how he’ll manage without all conveniences.

Nick noticed how his mood had changed and slapped him on the back without warning.

„No worries, man, you’ll stay safe. I won’t say a word.“

„Why?“, Arthur blurted out.

„Sorry?“

„Why won’t you tell anyone?“, Arthur repeated and nervously scratched the back of his head.

Nick searched for an answer in his brain that made sense.

„Because…cause you’re a fan…“, he stuttered. „Right?“

„Right“, Arthur said, trying not to show his disappointment. Nick didn’t seem to notice.

„I’m pretty happy with my new…well, improvised suite. Wanna see?“

Arthur nodded, thinking that the celebrity was probably used to walk strangers through his home and didn’t mind. He followed him and in the next minutes he could barely close his mouth anymore from all the gaping. It seemed like Nick had brought everything that was precious to him, including his big comfortable bed, multiple padded chairs and other furniture, a selection of various guitars and even a bar in the centre of the place. Arthur couldn’t decide if he should marvel about this or simply shake his head.

„I you need something, we can share,“ Nick offered.

The other man eyed him with a bit of mistrust, asking himself what he would want in return. Thinking about the rotten and dirty mattress he had to sleep on every day he said: „That’s very generous of you, but I’m quite full of supplies at the moment.“

Nick gave him a doubtful look. „Not even coffee?“, he offered. „I don’t mean the brewed chicory, I mean the real one.“

Now Arthur’s mouth was watering. „Okay, actually coffee sounds great.“

A few minutes later they sat at the bar and enjoyed their freshly brewed, hot and tasty real coffee. Arthur had served a part of his food storage that sprang a surprise on Nick.

„I can’t even remember the last time I eat something!“

„Sounds like fun,“ Arthur couldn’t help saying and the other man’s smile froze.

„That’s not…usual behavior, that’s just me…“, he stuttered in defense.

Arthur thought he was somehow living a way better life, just because he was back to his senses.

„I’m sorry, I meant nothing by it“, he backtracked and offered him a barrel of biscuits. Nick grabbed one, looking completely happy again. In fact, the Wellies reminded Arthur of children. One second upset, the next second right as rain again. Only he would recall how good this coffee tasted and how good it felt to warm himself up after a day of running through a district full of toxic fog.

„So…how was your day, now really?“, Nick asked him again. Arthur noticed he was quite nosy for a Wellie. Shouldn’t he stun the truth? Or did he simply forget that there was something he wasn’t allowed to know about? Arthur remained cautious because his own safety was at stake all the time.

„You know…not that bad…I survived…“ he said vaguely and sounded as casually as possible.

„The medal…did it help?“

Arthur nodded. „I can’t fool the doctors of course - and the detectors but people let me pass again, and in one piece, and it’s easier to have a conversation.“

Nick dipped a biscuit into the coffee, full of thoughts.

„Wouldn’t it be much easier if you just took your Joy again?“, he asked as if Arthur had stopped breathing and tried photosynthesis instead. The other man shook his head at that.

„Look, it’s not that I don’t want to be happy, but I want to remember.“

„I also want to remember things, but not everything.“

„You can’t control what you forget and what not.“

„I can write it down,“ Nick replied and looked at him.

Arthur thought about the many confusing notes he had found in his house, rather a sign that it didn’t work.

„You’ll forget that you even have these notes,“ Arthur tried to reason with him.

„Okay, I might forget one or two but overall it’s helping a lot,“ Nick insisted. He was determined to make advances with this, James had given him the advise after all and he had assured him that it would work. Arthur instead had to accept this if he didn’t want to confess he read his notes.

„It’s your choice,“ he said.

„Happiness is a choice,“ Nick muttered more to himself and took another sip of his coffee.

„If you should change your mind, I could help you,“ Arthur suddenly offered and Nick gave him a surprised look. Immediately Arthur asked himself if he had gone too far but Nick stayed rather calm again.

„Thanks for the offering, but I rather stick to the Joy.“

When they had separated again Nick grabbed another piece of paper and wondered how he should register the latest events. He had acted rather spontaneous and had moved closer to Arthur after he had missed him already while writing his last note and feared that he might not see him again. Downers used to vanish eventually, getting caught by the bobbies or they fled into the Garden District, if that even existed. There were so many rumors about it just as much as about the ominous Foggy Jack who was said to strike terror there. The image gave Nick the chills. He shouldn’t be worried though, he told himself. No decent citizen had worries.

Still, he wondered how many worries the a downer might have.

Nick fished the small package out of his pocket and viewed it thoughtfully while Arthur’s offering didn’t leave his head. He still didn’t act like he thought a downer would, after various episodes of Uncle Jack making jokes about it. Everyone feared them so much that they immediately chased them away or did worse to them if they could. They were stated to turn you into one of them in no time and spread their kind like a plague over all holms if no one stopped them. Arthur didn’t seem so aggressive to him. In fact, it was Nick who had brought up the subject.

Still, he felt a bit different now, when he took one the black pills out of the package and turned it around in his hand, as if he could find something else on it he didn’t see before. It looked completely normal and spread it’s fruity smell, causing Nick’s mouth to water. Wasn’t that much better than anything he ever ate? What if the downer actually did something to him?

Nick tensed, fighting back the fear that started boiling over.

His name is Arthur, he corrected himself.

Nick also didn’t call him a downer in the note, just for safety reasons. For a while there was nothing to hear than the quiet scratching of the pen on paper, then he turned back to the Joy wich effect he appreciated so much. There was nothing better in town than the blackberry flavor. He expected some pleasant dreams for once when he laid down into his bed.

After an indeed relaxing night he woke up as fresh as a daisy the next morning. He even knew where he was without having to stumble around the place and running into furniture until his brain started working again. Instead he let the expensive coffee maker on the bar serve him some coffee. He pondered shortly before he filled a second cup and walked along the tunnel until he reached a door he knocked at.

„Arthur?“

He didn’t get an answer. Perhaps Arthur couldn’t hear him, so Nick tried again, louder this time. When there was still nothing to hear, he carefully opened the door himself and sneaked in, passing all the ominous machines and tools, wondering what Arthur used them for. It looked like the hideout of a secret agent. Indeed what was a downer doing all day? What he didn’t find though was Arthur himself. His bed was empty too.

Nick could only stare at it in disappointment and blame himself for thinking Arthur would stay here now. He was so used to everyone wanting to stay close to him that he didn’t consider that Arthur was different. By choice. Still, he placed the mug at his bed stand, in case he came back. Then he left, ready to spend the morning with his own thoughts. It had been a long time since he had been fully conscious, so that he didn’t really know what to do with himself now. Usually he was so high that days and nights blended into each other and he never had much time for anything. But now he felt rather empty. Plus, he remembered what everyone expected from him now. If he went back to his old habits though he could ruin it all, perhaps even forget the last events. He also didn’t want to disappoint James.

Then again, he remembered now why he kept drugging himself. All this pressure! Everyone he knew expected him to create the new smash hit, his great comeback. They had pestered him for years. Or else he would vanish forever. How tempting it was to forget it all. Wasn’t forgetting even a virtue? But he had come this far, he would risk it all. Then again, he could allow himself a day off. Just one.

Nick was undecided when he strolled over to his guitars and grabbed one. He vibed it, walking around the room taking the sound in. For a while he even managed to become lost in it, trying out some vague melodies but moments later he only ended up with his old songs until he put the guitar down in frustration. This didn’t work. He couldn’t write new songs when his old ones still dominated his mind. He had to clear his head.

#we happy few #whf #wehappyfew #nick lightbearer #whf arthur #fanfiction

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santamonicaroleplay · 5 years

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Secrets Masterlist

GROUP A

Marco

━ Marco suffers with OCD, but keeps it well hidden most of the time. He’s had periods where it’s been so bad that he’s washed his hands until they were red raw, though —- usually when something’s happened to upset his normally happy life. ━ When he was sixteen, he stole his best friend’s girlfriend. It was unintentional, but she was also a surfer and they spent every day together, things just “happened”. ━ Marco totalled his dad’s car when he was 18 and DUI. His dad still thinks it was the other driver’s fault.

Jason

━ He is a half sibling but is not aware of it yet, his mother had an affair. ━ Got in a car crash with a friend when both fell asleep and it resulted in the death of an old man. Luckily the mans family decided not to press charges. ━ Overdosed in his sophomore year of high school and nearly died but his family kept it under wraps.

Phobe

━ Use to be a drug dealer ━ Became a camgirl for a while to pay bills ━ She only thinks that she knows who the father of Dani is. Phobe is still completely uncertain even if she has a hunch of who it is

Beckett

━ sells drugs ━ made out with his 27 year old college professor when he was in his junior year of college ━ has always claimed he’s had sex but is actually a virgin

GROUP B

Amy

━ Amy sold weed in high school and college. ━ She accidentally killed her daughter’s fish and replaced it with an identical one. ━ She still has feelings for her ex-husband (Nathan)

Enrique

━ Enrique has hired a private investigator to locate his estranged mother. ━ Contrary to the ‘bad boy’ image that Enrique exuded throughout life, he is actually very intelligent. ━ Enrique watches a lot of cartoon reruns before he falls asleep at night.

Olivia

━ Once kissed her sister’s boyfriend when drunk at a party ━ Is quite the nerd when it comes to fantasy movies/television, though she'll pretend she's not ━ Suffers from intense nightmares sometimes

Gemma

━ She lost her virginity while drunk. ━ Feels like she’ll never measure up to her family. ━ Still has a stuffed animal her parents won for her at a fair that she sleeps with when she’s having a rough night.

Summer

━ summer tells everyone her movie genre of choice is romance (drama, comedy, all things romance-related). but truthfully, she has a soft spot for dark psych thrillers with a tinge of horror - a little known fact that hardly anyone but the people closest to her know. ━ summer has only ever been in one serious relationship her whole life. they dated for two years in high school and saw a future together past graduation and into adulthood. however, summer had a pregnancy scare at the end of their senior year, prompting her to end the relationship. since then, she’s avoided dating anyone steadily and has stuck to short-term flings. so far her older sister is the only person who knows about the pregnancy scare. ━ summer used to thrift-hunt for rare designer finds and vintage clothing at the local secondhand shops in monterey, freshening them up and selling them online for a profit. it was a hobby she took to when she was still a kid, but she’s refrained from telling anyone given her current status as a well-reputed stylist.

GROUP C

Wes

━ there have been a few songs written by him that have made it onto Reckless albums about the relationship between him and Sutton Barnes and the aftermath of their relationship ━ had to take depression medication which he has been off of for 3 years ━ attended therapy twice a month for two years after his mother’s death

Alondra

━ She is afraid of crows. ━ She is a cosplayer but does really extravagant cosplays that always cover or modify her face ━ She has an insane funko pop collection, she keeps them in her spare bedroom along with all of her other nerd things

Brooklyn

━ Dealt with breakdown after fiance left and before moving to L.A ━ Stole a CD back in high school ━ (Was wrote down in Diary) Holds resentment towards her brother Jason for leaving her.

GROUP D

Hannah

━ Got pulled over for ‘drunk driving’ when she wasn’t even drunk. Just a bad driver ━ Hasn’t had sex in over 5 years ━ Still in love with her ex-fiance Hanson

Ivy

━ she has embarrassing videos she made with her friends online when she was young and in Australia ━ she's not sure if she's really over her ex like she thought ━ she's planning on dropping out of her last year of vet school to use the loan money with the home and grandmother

Caroline

━ Got a secret tattoo in HS without parents knowing ━ Suffered miscarriage after husband passed away ━ Learned how to kiss through a female friend back in HS

Hunter

━ Hunter often lies about his relationship with his family. He and his father have always been at odds and they haven’t talked since Hunter left home to move to LA, though when asked about his relatives, he’s publicly stated that they get along well and are very close, not to cause a bad impression. ━ Hunter has grown to despise the show he stars in, (which I have terribly named) “Dead or Alive”. Another thing he constantly lies about, after all, it would be terrible publicity for both him and the show, but he can’t wait for either the series to be cancelled, or his contract to be terminated. ━ Hunter has struggled with depression, and still struggles with anxiety. It’s not something he particularly lies about, but definitely tries to hide. Hunter has never really recovered from any of his past traumas – from the loss of his mother, to his father’s abuse, he’s always tried to ignore his pain until he couldn’t, and now his mental health is at an extremely fragile state, in desperate need of constant medical assistance.

Christopher

━ Toph is dyslexic, and even though he’s invested hours and hours into tutors and therapies ━ Topher has Ehlers-Danlos syndrome so his joints are hypermobile and weakened from a lifetime of various sprains and dislocations. He originally took an interest in yoga in an attempt to quell fear that his body would start irreparably deteriorating from his progressive injuries, and while he’s found that it’s offered him some relief and reassurance, he’s still prone to stretched ligaments and dislocations. Though he wouldn’t deny it if asked, it’s not offered knowledge about the gardener. (Save for a handful of rec center yogis who once watched his shoulder pop right out of socket mid one-handed tree pose.) ━ Every now and then, he’ll pull the curtains and open up all of the windows in his loft apartment to let the sunlight and fresh air in, turn on a good song strip totally naked, and enjoy a very relaxed and unhindered yoga / meditation session to refresh and realign his chakras and reconnect with his body. He’s pretty sure his windows aren’t visible from the sidewalk several stories below anyway, but his cat has walked in on him in compromising positions once or twice.

GROUP E

Skyler

━ Searches for his birth family online when he's drunk ━ He can quote Pretty Woman word for word ━ Once cried for an hour straight at a Cher concert because he thought she was so wonderful

Mai

━ She has the biggest crush on her best friend Beckett and it terrifies her. ━ She suffers from nightmares, so she chooses to use night time for writing or going on walks to avoid sleeping. ━ Though she says she has, she still has yet to let go of her mother’s death after almost nine years of the event passing.

Zahra

━ When Zahra moved to New York, her parents thought she was enrolled in university, but she actually dropped out to become a singer. ━ The night before the day her brother went missing Zahra ignored several phone calls from him because she was auditioning for a gig. ━ Since her return to Santa Monica 2 months ago, Zahra and her parents have been seeing a therapist.

Ophelia

━ The summer before college, Ophelia had a fling with one of her father’s associates. ━ When she was 7, she accidentally melted the face off her sister’s favorite Barbie doll by trying to blow dry her hair. Her sister thinks the dog mangled her doll to this day. ━ When filming her first television show, Ophelia had a crush on her co-star.

GROUP F

Nathan

━ Before making it big, he had a very brief fling with his boss at the magazine he was working for, who had promised to help him with his career. They lied and he soon realised he needed to do it all himself ━ During his time on the football team in high school, he spent most of his time smoking weed under the bleachers than actually putting the time into practise. ━ Despite still being a major flirt from time to time, Nathan’s avoided dating and everything that goes with it since his divorce for fear of messing that up just like he did his marriage.

Adelaide

━ Has struggled with anorexia for years. ━ Cheated on an ex boyfriend with his best friend in high school ━ Was a bully/mean girl in high school

Alexandra

━ Former worked as a dominatrix Madame Mercy ━ During a weding reception she made out with the groom while everyone else was dancing. ━ Gave her panties to a random guy in order to get a cab, then had sex with said guy in order to get a free ride

Diana

━ Has never learned to drive ━ Will always take the stairs instead of the elevator as they suffer from claustrophobia ━ Walked out on her last boyfriend while he was unconscious in hospital

GROUP G

Iris

━ cried once in order to get out of getting a ticket ━ is obsessed with watching old 90’s cartoons and anime at odd hours of the night ━ had a miscarriage courtesy of her abusive ex-boyfriend

Noah

━ Was actually born in to the Aldridge family, but was kept from the truth his whole life. ━ Failed his drivers test multiple times ━ Used to be bankrupt when taking care of his siblings and had to take loans that took him years to pay off.

Ava

━ Lost her virginity to Alex’s boyfriend at the time ━ Still sleeps with a stuffed animal dog ━ Tells people she graduated from college even if she never attended

━ RJ is not over his last relationship because he still has feelings for his ex-girlfriend. ━ RJ once ran a popular twitter update account for Rihanna when he was in high school. ━ Before he struck fame with Reckless, RJ was a featured artist on a song, the collaboration was horrible; they also had an accompanying cringey music video produced; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sX6IhJ8wAKw

GROUP H

Jackson

━ Kissed Kourtney Kardashian ━ Almost got caught trying to shoplift but played it off as an accident ━ Lied on his resmue about knowing how to tap dance.

Bianca

━ plays pokemon go religiously ━ truly believes in the supernatural ━ is a published romance author under the pen name Veronica Vanburen

Kaden

━ Never disclosed the fact her parents are criminals and drug addicts to the police academy. ━ Had an affair with a married man ━ She constantly uses hot sauce on any food she can--pasta, sandwiches, burgers, etc.

Abigail

━ In the week before her wedding she had one too many and kissed a girl in a bar restroom. ━ Still rings home once a month and leaves a message despite her parents never returning her calls. ━ Once drove 36 hours to the house she’d once shared with her fiance only to lose her nerve and turn around once she saw he was home.

Jack

━ From age 5-12, Parker has swallowed every piece of gum he's ever chewed. ━ He hates needles and faints very easily at the sight of blood draws ━ He slept with a girl who had a boyfriend four times in one night and then fell in love with her although she decided to stay with her long-term boyfriend.

GROUP I

Emre

━ purposely let his academic progress go to waste while attending Dartmouth and was put on academic probation twice ━ had a relationship with a woman that was a close friends to his parents when he was 21 and she 42; the relationship wasn’t serious and they only saw each other for about three months ━ one of his first investments fell through with two million dollars on the line from his trust fund

Breeland

━ She is aware of the fact that her drinking has gotten out of control and has been talking to someone about it quietly. ━ Agreed to go on a date with a cop to get out of a speeding ticket. ━ Almost had a drunken hook up with the head of the label she works for even though he’s married

Spencer

━ She catfished a guy on Tinder after he broke one of her best friends’ hearts. ━ Spencer was arrested for assaulting a classmate in high school and had to do counseling and community service. ━ Spence was being stalked by an ex-boyfriend last year and had to get a restraining order against him.

Logan

━ Likes pineapple on pizza ━ Enjoys fruity alcoholic drinks. ━ When he goes out he loosen the salt shakers tops so it spills on whoever is after him/around him.

GROUP J

Richie

━ The first ever guitar Richard has, he stole. He didn’t want to ask his parents to keep buying him things when they disagreed with his chosen career path, so he went out and stole it so he could write music. ━ Richard cannot remember most of the women he’s been with, by not remembering their names; he came up with a system so that he tells them apart by numbers. ━ Although it may not appear so in every day life, Richie sometimes struggle with his self image while under the pressure of social media comments and expectations for what he should look like.

Mara

━ had a miscarriage when she was 22 ━ she knows that Noah Sinclair is their half brother ━ she used to write fanfictions

Freya

━ she is still a virgin but secretly wants to have sex. ━ she still suffers from partial memory loss of certain major events but tries to act like she knows what her family is talking about. ━ she’s having blackouts and sleepwalks to random places.

Kessa

━ Spent a week in a mental hospital after finding out about her biological family. ━ Constantly feels disconnected with her biological family/because of that disconnect she’s forced to do therapy twice a week by her moms. ━ Was a married couples third for over a year.

GROUP K

Faye

━ While back in the UK, she made the decision to track down the child she gave up at birth and was rather swiftly denied any contact. ━ Faye recently found out that her family is broke following her father’s scandal. She was the only one with any money, most of which she used for her education in Washington. ━ She returned to the US stressed and feeling out of control, so her friend took her on a vacation to Vegas where she could be out of control. The weekend ended up very messy and she ended up married to someone she’d only just met.

Sutton

━ Was aware her ex-fiance was cheating, but was too scared to be alone so she pretended to not know. ━ Skinny dips every third Sunday of the month before dawn. ━ Even though she should have gave the ring back, Sutton actually paid and kept her engagement right after her engagement ended, it is now in her jewelry box.

Thalia

━ When she was a tween, Thalia tried and failed at becoming a popular ‘youtuber’. At the time her channel featured vlogs, dancing, baking, and makeup tutorials. ━ Thalia cheated during monopoly at her family’s game night and still feels guilty. ━ Thalia uses popular hookup apps for the attention she gets, but she never actually meets up with anyone.

Leyla

━ Slept with one of her professors at Harvard ━ Still watches Disney films when she’s having a bad day ━ Once escaped a one night stand by climbing out of a top floor window

#santamevent2

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idioticimagination · 6 years

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The Only Prize That Matters | The 100 | Bellamy x Reader

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Pairing: Bellamy x Reader Rating: Fluffy? (There’s a few cuss words tho & like a small angsty part) Fandom: The 100 Word Count: 3,773 Requested By:@bellamyblakemorley Summary:

It’s the finals! Bell and his team are tied for first! As Bell plays, Y/N can’t help but reminisce on how far they’ve come as couple. Little does Y/N know, Bell has much more up his sleeve than skill.

(A/N: Sorry to any baseball fans who are reading this! I tried my best to understand how the game works, but I’m not much of a baseball fan myself. So please don’t get offended if something I wrote was wrong; I did my best, and I hope you enjoy!😊 )

I sat in my seat as I watched Bell and his team chat amongst themselves. Octavia had gone to get some food and drinks. Something about getting it while it was still fresh. I could see Bellamy’s curls bouncing around as he talked to Murphy. Lincoln stood beside them while Monty and Jasper messed around close by. Kane, one of their coaches, kept an eye on the rival team. As he surveyed the area he caught sight of me and waved. I let out a small giggle as I waved back. I sat close by to the field, so it was fairly easy for them to see me.

Bell saw me, no longer paying attention to the conversation at hand, and a smile crept onto his face as he nodded his head at me. I pursed my lips before I smiled at him. I could tell he wanted to say something. He seemed nervous. I couldn’t blame him. It was the finals.

“Hey,” O said as she sat down beside me, “Am I late? Did i miss anything” I shook my head as she handed me the drinks and huge foam finger. “Alright! I got my hotdog, the nachos, and your cotton candy!” She stole a piece from my cotton candy before handing it to me. “Woooh!” O kept screaming and cheering as the game began. Bellamy winked at me as he ran to his side of the field.

It’s been so long since Bell and I started dating. We’ve been together for about 5 years now. Well actually...six today. I can still remember when I first met him.

“Wait! Wait! Please!” I yelled as the elevator was about to shut. A hand stuck out stopping the door from closing. I rushed into the elevator with all my papers in hand. “Thank you,” I said to the man. He chuckled at me. I looked up at him as I sorted through my papers. I let out a shaky breath. “I’ve got a very important job interview, a-and, power went out in my apartment , I-just,” I kept fidgeting as I spoke to him. I hit the button to go to the top floor.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I understand. I was like that when the big bosses came to watch me play,” he said. I gave him a weird look, not understanding what he was talking about. The elevator started to rumble before the lights shut off. We came to a stop. The lights flickered back on as I bit my lip anxiously. The man tried pushing some of the buttons, but the elevator wouldn’t move. He tried pressing the button to make the doors open, but they wouldn’t budge. A voice came over us from the speaker explaining that there was a power outage, and it had caused the elevators to malfunction. It said maintenance was already working on the problem, and we should be out shortly.

I let out a frustrated huff as I went to sit in the corner. I placed my papers beside me before I rubbed at my temples. I moved all of my hair out of my face as the man came to sit next to me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to throw a fit. I just really needed this job.” I pouted as I leaned my head against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest.

He shook his head at me before offering his hand out to me. “I’m Bellamy,” he said. I shook his hand as I introduced myself to him. “I’m really sorry about that job, but I promise it’ll get better.” I let out a scoff.

“Yeah right. I’m drowning in debt, I’m about $300 short on rent, which by the way is due two days from now. If I’m late on payment again I’ll be evicted. I already got my power cut off. And now,” I sighed before continuing, “Now my only shot at keeping my life together just got thrown out the window because this stupid elevator decided it wanted to take a nap.” Tears collected in my eyes, but of all things I needed right now it was not to cry in front of a complete, good looking stranger. I wiped at my face before facing Bellamy. “Thanks for trying to cheer me up though.” Bellamy’s lips formed into a tight line.

“So...what’s your interview for?” I sighed as I pushed my hair out of my face.

“Well....I‘ve just been doing a few small jobs here and there. You know, the usual. Waitress, cashier. If I could land this job, I’d actually be able to have a stable source of income instead of juggling four minimum-waged jobs a week, praying I’ll have enough to pay for a decent meal.” He stared at me as I explained my situation. “But...umm..enough about me! What are you here for?”

His eyes widened at the change of topic. He blinked a few times before he cleared his throat. “Oh..Um..I’m here for an advertisement thing,” my head tilted as I gave him a confused look. “Yeah y’know something about the workout gear, and stuff.” I nodded my head. He didn’t seem like much of a talker. “I’m sorry about the interview. If there’s anything I can do to help-” I didn’t mean to cut him off, but a small laugh escaped my lips. He paused to gaze at me as a small smile appeared on his face.

“Sorry,” I grinned at him, “That’s awfully kind of you, but really-it’s nothing. I’ll find something else if this doesn’t work out.” He gave me a sympathetic look. “Really! It’s nothing! I’ll be fine,” I insisted.

“But you said you might get evicted,” I opened my mouth to explain, but he beat me to it, “Where will you stay? Do you have anywhere to go?” I was about to answer only to realize...I didn’t. I shook my head as a shaky laugh left my lips.

“I’ll figure it out. It’s nothing. Just don’t worry about me,” I smiled. His lips formed into a tight line.

“If you need any help-” he took a deep breath as he thought about what he was going to do, “just call me.” He handed me a piece of paper with his number on it.

“That’s very kind of you, but-”

“And even if you don’t need my help...maybe we can go get some dinner some time.” My breath hitched in my throat. A blush tinted my cheeks as I felt them warm up at the suggestion. A grin was painted on my face. I bit my lip to hide my excitement as I nodded at him. The doors opened up revealing that we had gotten to the top floor.

“That’s my stop,” I said as I got up from the floor. I gathered my things before I faced Bell. “I enjoyed talking with you,” I paused, watching as he just stared at me, “I look forward to that dinner.” He grinned before winking at me as the doors closed behind me.

I walked up to the front desk. “You’re late,” the woman said.

I ended up getting the job regardless of my horrible timing. Over the years I had been promoted multiple times allowing me to stay financially stable. But a great job wasn’t the only great thing that came out of that day. I met the man that I’ve been in love with for the past few years.

Bellamy had slid against the dirt. The team was behind by a few points, but Bell was able to score some bringing them to a tie. The crowd cheered his name as Bell ran back to his coach. The flustered smile and tint of red on his cheeks reminded me of our first date together.

“You seem nervous,” I said with a small laugh. He let a small chuckle out as he took a sip of his wine. He reserved a private room in a fancy five-star restaurant for us to dine in. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything,” I said quite worried, “Are you sure you can afford all of this?” He had said that he wanted to pay for everything when he first picked me up. I tried to insist on halving the bill, or at least leaving the tip, but Bell was dead set on paying for everything. “I really don’t mind helping out with the-”

“Don’t worry about it! I promise that I can afford all of this,” he laughed. I was still a little unsure, but I just accepted the kind gesture. “So..I know I said this when you first called, but congrats on your new job.”

I grinned. “Thank you! I’m really excited! Hopefully I’ll have enough to move into a nicer place soon,” I said. Bell smiled as he stared at me. I blushed under his gaze.

“I’m sorry. I just-You look beautiful,” he said after clearing his throat. My blush darkened, and I giggled at how cute he was being. A red tint overcame his freckled cheeks as he looked down at his hands.

The rest of the night went amazing. It ended with our first kiss and was followed by a few more dates before he asked me to be his girlfriend. Maybe two years later, he asked me to move in with him.

“Help,” I complained as I struggled with one of the bigger boxes. Bell rushed over to me, lifting it from my arms with ease. I let out a huff as he laughed. He set the box down on the dining table of our new house. Our house. That sounded nice. “That was the last one,” I informed him.

Bell dropped himself onto the couch and held his arms out for me. I walked over to him, taking his hands into mine as he pulled me to him. I landed on his chest, his arms wrapping around me. “I’m tired,” he complained, “and hungry.” I laughed. We didn’t really have anything to eat. We were suppose to go grocery shopping this morning, but...umm...Bell had gotten a bit too happy at the sight of me in his shirt.

“I already ordered pizza. It should be here in about ten minutes.” Bell tilted his head to look at me. “I knew you’d get hungry,” I pointed out.

He laughed as his wrap around me got tighter. “I love you.” He kissed the top of my head, and we laid there until the pizza came.

The crowd was booing as the umpire called out a debatable point. Murphy had clearly slid into third base before the fielder had even thrown the ball back! Bell was obviously upset as he stood behind Kane as he argued with the umpire.

“Go Bell!” O and I screamed in unison. Bell looked up at us as a small smile came to his face. Kane put Bell on the field once again as the crowd cheered him on. Thank god he was smiling; I hated to see him upset.

“Bellamy!” I yelled down the hall as I chased after him. “Bell!” He slammed the door to our bedroom, but I quickly pushed it open only to slam it shut myself. “Talk to me!”

“Who was he?” I gave Bell a confused look.

“Who was who?” I screamed.

“The guy! The one you met up with! You know, it’s completely normal to fall out of love with someone, Y/N! But don’t just drag me along and use me for my money or fame or both! Don’t just lead me on, let me love you, and then go and cheat on me!” Was he being serious? He’s yelling his fucking lungs off because of this? A fictional story that the tabloids had published this morning! ‘THE END OF THE BASEBALL POWER COUPLE!” “EVERY BASEBALL FAN’S FAV POWER COUPLE COMING TO AN END?” “CHEATING ON BELLAMY BLAKE?” It was stupid! And fake! Bullshit! ‘The guy’ that Bell was talking about was my new assistant who I had lunch with yesterday.

“He’s nobody! He’s my assistant!” Bell refused to look at me. He grabbed one of his luggages and started packing. I rushed over to him and slammed the luggage shut, placing my hands on top of it to keep him from opening it. “Really? You’re leaving?” I was angry-furious! He wasn’t even willing to talk with me about this? He thought he could just walk in, ignore me, and pack his bags! He didn’t even want to at least hear my side of the story. He just kept folding his clothes as I watched him. He refused to make any eye contact with me. “Bellamy! Talk to me! Please!” I screamed. He just kept gathering his things. “OH! And he’s my cousin and gay!” Bell froze.

“What?”

“He’s my cousin! Fresh out of college, can barely afford to have food on his plate, and he needed a job! Just like I did when we first met! So his mom, my aunt, asked me to give him something! Anything to help him out! So i gave him a job as my assistant! Oh- and he likes dudes,” I screamed. Bell just stared at me with tears in his eyes. I was crying, heaving, and I finally took my hands off the luggage I had been pounding. “Leave.” Bell tried to walk towards me, reach out for me, but I only took a step back. “Fucking hell, Bell! You weren’t even going to talk to me! You were just going to leave me! You didn’t even try to hear my side of the story! You trusted complete strangers over me, your fucking girlfriend! You were just going to pack your bags and leave! What if I wasn’t here to stop you?!” The tears wouldn’t stop falling, and my throat was coarse and stung from all the shouting I had been doing.

I walked away from him, shutting the door behind me. I quickened my pace at the sound of the bedroom door re-opening followed by his rushed footsteps. I wiped at my face as I grabbed my purse, phone, and keys. “Babe wait-”

“Don’t,” I stated calmly. “Don’t you dare fucking call me that after what you did!” Bell was crying at this point, and I couldn’t stand to see him like that, but I had to face him. “You were just going to leave me. It didn’t matter that I was crying, begging, pleading for you to listen to me. You just kept packing,” I sobbed as I stood there, my knuckles whitening from my tight grip on my keys. “So if you want me out of your life so badly, since you were so eager to go and be on your own, then I’ll leave.” I shut the door behind me and ran to my car. The night seemed so silent compared to the chaos within the house. I slammed my car door and backed out of the driveway. I could hear Bell calling after me, but I ignored him, just like he did to me. As I drove off, I could see Bellamy in the mirror. He chased after me only to inevitably give up, and go back inside the house.

That was one of our biggest fights. I clasped my hands together as I watched the game, nervous. They were tied, and it was Bell’s turn to play. “Come on, Bell. You can do this,” Bell hit the ball straight on and quickly made it to first base. The crowd cheered as our team got ahead. Bell had a huge grin on his face as he looked up at the score board. The crowd cheered his name again. “Go Bell!” I screamed. He looked at me as he threw me a kiss. I let out a laugh as he made the shape of a heart with his hands. He looked so relieved. “I love you!” I yelled.

“I love you too!” He said.

It was around 5 a.m. I think. I assume it was 5 a.m. My phone died a while ago from the constant calls and texts from Bell. The lights were still on, so Bell was still awake. I turned my car off and slowly made my way to the door. I had been exhausted just a while ago, but the thought of having to face Bell after that fight kept me wide awake. I opened the door, at first trying to keep quiet until I saw Bell siting on the couch. His head was in his hands as he leaned forward. He turned to look at me, his eyes were red, and puffy. They were glossed over with his tears. He kept sniffling as he stood up to face me.

“I’m sorry,” I said through my own sniffles, “I know that it was just a stupid misunderstanding, and I completely understand why you were so upset, and I had no reason to just walk out on you like that, but i just-” I was cut off by Bell wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. He cried into my hair, and I sobbed into the crook of his neck. I could feel his hand playing with my hair as held on to me. “I’m so sorry,” I said. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” He rested his chin on top of my head as he held me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he took a deep breath before leaning down to kiss me. The kiss was warm and soft, and I could feel all his guilt within it. “You were right. I should have listened to you.” He led me to the couch. I snuggled up against him as we held onto each other. “I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’m so sorry,” He cried. I wrapped my arms around him tighter as he did the same. He traced patterns on my waist as he whispered sweet nothing into my ear. We eventually fell asleep in each others’ arms, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

It was the ninth inning. Bellamy was up to bat again. “Let’s go Bellamy!” O screamed beside me. Bell had gotten the team ahead. Hopefully once the scores are rallied up they’ll be revealed as the true winners, but right now all the pressure was on Bell. If he could get just a few extra points the team would have the win for sure. “Bel-la-my! Bel-la-my!” O got the crowd cheering his name as Bell got ready. He tightened his grip on the bat and adjusted his footing. I bit my lip, a nervous habit I had developed since childhood.

The pitcher threw the ball, and it seemed as if everything moved in slow motion. You could hear the bat crash against the ball as the ball flew through the air. Home run. It was a home run! The crowd stood to their feet as we cheered Bell on. Bell made his lap around the field as the fans screamed for him. O was jumping up and down as she yelled. Bell had a huge grin on his face. He was running across the field as his teammates chased him down. They tackled him to the ground as they celebrated the victory. O and I kept jumping up and down as we clapped like seals in celebration. We laughed before hugging each other.

O grabbed my hand and led me down from the bleachers and onto the field to see the team. They were all gathered in the center of the field for the entire audience to see. I hugged all the players, coaches, staff, and crew congratulating them all on their hard work. I finally made my way to Bell who was just watching me. He held something, but his hand was positioned in a way so that I couldn’t see it. It was probably just a ball or something. People congratulated him on the homerun and the win. He made his way to me and took my hands in his.

“I love you.” He said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He placed his hands on my waist as we swayed back and forth. “I love your smile, your laugh. I love that glint in your eyes whenever you come up with a new idea. Or how you look at the things and the people that you love. I love how warm I feel whenever I’m in your arms. I love the way your lips seem to fit perfectly against mine. As if we’re two pieces of a puzzle meant to be. I love how you talk, how your voice seems to ease my mind when I’m in my darkest times. You’re like a goddess to me.” He said as the red tint on his cheeks got darker and darker. “And I love that you love me, all of me. The good and the not so good. That no matter what, I know I can always return to you, and you’ll accept me for who I am and what I’ve become with endless love.” He let out a shaky nervous laugh. The game was over. He had won. What else could he be so nervous about?

“I have no idea what I would do without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pulled away from me as I gave him a confused look. He knelt down onto one knee, and he revealed the velvet box in his hand, opening it up to display a beautiful ring. “Will you marry me?” I had tears in my eyes as my hands cupped my mouth. I nodded as I repeatedly said yes. He stood up and I immediately wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me as his arms encased me in his warmth.

I could hear the team behind start cheering, yelling, and shouting as they jumped up and down. It seemed like we stood there wrapped in each others’ arms for hours, but in reality, moments later the team had surrounded us. They congratulated both Bell and I as I showed off my new, favorite ring. Bell kept me close to his side as he talked with his teammates while O and I gushed over the ring.

The trophy was handed to the team, who passed it over to Bell to hold. They all cheered as the crowd was screaming. “Congrats,” I laughed. “It’s a nice trophy.”

“Maybe,” Bell shrugged, “but you’re the only prize that matters to me.”

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DnD Kirkwall Crew

@dovabunny challenged me to do an AU of the entire kirkwall crew, so I chose Dnd! It’s a bit based off a prompt I wrote: “ Fenris, Anders, and the rest of the gang play DnD. Their characters get into a duel because they are dead set on killing each other off. Many missed rolls later, their characters end up married with kids.”

Varric:

Modern: A successful author, of course. I’m thinking he would be the type of person that wants to write 10 multiple endings and have it printed, and watch his fans go crazy while they argue which is the canon ending. He also writes his own fanfiction of his own series.

DnD Role: Who better than Varric to be the GM? Master story teller. He enjoys putting all his friends through harrowing experiences and keeping them on their toes on whether they will or won’t survive. But Varric is also tenderhearted. He actually can’t kill off any of his friends, so they always make it to the end. NPCs though, they always die.

Hawke:

Modern: A fitness trainer/body builder. Hawke is proud of her body and tries to show it off every chance she gets. She isn’t exactly a health nut, but she’s all on the latest trends on how to make herself buff in a safe manner. She’s cheerful and always cracking a joke. Most people peg her as an extrovert, but I’m thinking her being this way is compensation for something in the past? When she was younger, she was scrawny. Her family was poor. They lived off food stamp. Leandra had to get a job at a sweatshop in order to help with the family income. To battle with the helplessness Hawke felt as a child, she physically made her body stronger.

DnD Role: Gold Dragonborn Warrior. “ Born of dragons, as their name proclaims, the dragonborn walk proudly through a world that greets them with fearful incomprehension. Shaped by draconic gods or the dragons themselves, dragonborn originally hatched from dragon eggs as a unique race, combining the best attributes of dragons and humanoids. Some dragonborn are faithful servants to true dragons, others form the ranks of soldiers in great wars, and still others find themselves adrift, with no clear calling in life.” Hawke didn’t care about the trait or abilities, or anything else. She saw dragon, she took it.

Rest under the cut

Bethany

Modern: College student. Is studying education and child care. Beth wants to work with children. Carver often teases her, saying she lacks the temperament. He keeps bringing up the story when they were little and he got her so mad, that she pushed him out of the treehouse. He still has a scar on his head to prove it. He likes to call her Ms. Crunchem from Matilda. In response, Bethany goes to where Carver works, and chats up Merrill, telling her all the embarrassing stories of Carver’s childhood.

DnD Role: Like Carver, Bethany only plays on occasion. She actually can’t make it every Satuday, as she works at a volunteer group. When she does play, she plays the wandering Orc, a reoccurring boss the crew has to beat. “Orcs live a life that has no place for weakness, and every warrior must be strong enough to take what is needed by force.” Bethany may look sweet and humble, but she’s a beast at the game. She takes great joy almost killing off everyone with her awesome rolls. The gang has repeatedly ask Hawke to stop bringing her lol.

Carver:

Modern: Also college student. He has a part time job at an aromatherapy shop. He tries to use the money he earns to help with the family, but Hawke never allows him to pay for the bills, and instead tells him to use it for school. Carver can’t wait to be older, graduate, and find a well paying job so Hawke can stop shouldering all of the responsibility.

DnD Role: N/A. Carver refuses to play DnD. He thinks it’s a silly game, but somehow he always gets suckered into playing when Hawke manages to drag him over to game night. Since Carver’s appearance is rare, he tends to play the NPCs that Varric eventually kills off lol. The gang love ribbing on Carver.

In alphabetical order:

Anders

Modern: An ex-doctor. Used to work for the Red Cross. When he came back to Kirkwall, he worked at the hospital for a while, but when a surgery got botched due to the negligence of the head surgeon, they needed a fall guy. Anders unfairly got his license revoked. Now Anders works at a Big Cat sanctuary as a volunteer, and on his spare time, he goes to protests.

DnD Role: A priest Tabaxi. “Hailing from a strange and distant land, wandering tabaxi are catlike humanoids driven by curiosity to collect interesting artifacts, gather tales and stories, and lay eyes on all the world’s wonders.” Fenris and Anders met because of Hawke and Varric. Hawke sometimes works at the sanctuary and invited Anders and Justice to game night. Fenris is a friend she made after a murder case Fenris helped solve and cleared her name. At first, neither Anders or Fenris were really into the game, until Fenris made an off handed comment about mages. After that, Anders kept trying to sabotage and kill Fenris’ character off. Since then, every single DnD night, Varric has to do one game for the Hawke and co, and a separate game for Anders and Fenris, who’s busying dueling each other.

Aveline

Modern: Police officer. Slowly, she’s working her way up the ranks in order to become a detective. As much as she enjoys patrolling Kirkwall, she wants conduct investigations and solve criminal cases. Donnic has been asking her if she wouldn’t prefer working as a prosecutor instead.

DnD Role: Warrior Aasimar. “Aasimar are placed in the world to serve as guardians of law and good. Their patrons expect them to strike at evil, lead by example, and further the cause of justice.” Everyone was quite shocked when Aveline picked this role. Most of them assumed she would’ve picked human. But when Aveline read this role, she knew it was the perfect fit for her. Isabela rolled her eyes and said of course, manly hand chose the most justicey of justicey roles.

Fenris

Modern: Works as a translator and a museum curator. In his spare time, Fenris writes. It’s how he met Varric. Both of them work for the same publishing company. Hawke was involved in an odd case where a word written in old Tevene was scratch into the wooden floor of the victim. Varric dragged Fenris in so he could translate it. They broke a few rules, but anything for writing material! What’s the most interesting detail is that Fenris is the author of Anders’ most favorite series. It’s a children’s book about cats, and it actually isn’t selling to well. But hearing Anders gush about it, kind of makes Fenris feel warm inside. All the money he makes from the books, he donates to the Big Cat Sanctuary Anders and Justice runs.

DnD Role: Goliath. “Strong and reclusive, every day brings a new challenge to a goliath.” Anders makes fun of Fenris for choosing this role. He says it must be because Fenris is trying to compensate for something. To which Fenris replied, “Why don’t you come and find out?” and then proceeded to try and roll for an instant KO on Anders’ character. However, he rolled a 1. Instead of smacking Anders’ character with a club, Fenris’ character ends up seducing Anders’ lol.

Isabela

Modern: Sex therapist. It wasn’t her first choice of job. When Izzy got kicked out of her home at a young age, she worked as a thief, then later joined a gang. However, when a gang war broke out, and she almost died during a shooting, Izzy left that life behind. Her current job is because she was able to blackmail a former lover. He helped her forge some papers. The Ph.D hanging on her wall? Fake. However, her advice is always sound. Maybe it’s because of the hard life she had, but Izzy is always able to see the truth of the matter, and say what needs to be said. Her patients always values her blunt wisdom.

DND Role: Chaotic Good Human Rogue. “Humans are the most adaptable and ambitious people among the common races. Whatever drives them, humans are the innovators, the achievers, and the pioneers of the worlds.” It was a toss up between the human or Triton race ( Long-established guardians of the deep ocean floor, in recent years the noble tritons have become increasingly active in the world above), but the triton just seemed so stuffy, so she went with the regular ol’ human. Having Izzy play is always unpredictable. While she’s good the first 30 minutes and make smart decisions, after her 4th can of beer, she’s chaos unleashed. She is especially fond of teasing Aveline and Carver.

Justice

Modern: The founder of Big Cat Sanctuary. Was knighted by the Queen of Ferelden. Like, he’s a legit knight. No one knows his complete backstory, it’s as if he appeared out of thin air one day. All they know is that his background is heavily guarded by the government.

DND Role: Does not play. He keeps telling Anders he has no time to join their frivolous games. So since Justice won’t drive to Varric’s, sometimes Anders has the gang come to THEIR apartment for game night. Even though Justice refuses to play, he keeps coming in and out of his room to watch how the game progresses. He makes sure everyone has something to drink, and that there’s plenty of snacks going around. He’s a bit of a mother hen.

Merrill

Modern: The owner of an aromatherapy/herablist shop. Everything is organic and hand crafted by Merrill. Diffusers, essential oils, bath bombs, homeopathic medicine, vitamins, plants etc can be found here. Hawke walked by this shop everyday to and fro from work, and the shop always smelled so nice that she finally decided to visit. Who knew that the shop also provided tea and yummy biscuits? It became her favorite place to go during lunch break. It’s thanks to Hawke that Carver got introduced to the job. It’s a bit funny. The shop barely ever has any customers, but not only does it manage to stay afloat, but also pays Carver very well. Carver wants to ask where Merrill gets the money, but he’s also afraid of the answer. What if she already has a lover and Merrill is actually a sugar baby? Carver will be devastated! ((Merrill actually runs an underground business of buying and selling artifacts. She’s taking back what belongs to her people, things that Orlais and Tevinter wrongly stole. Her shop is actually just a front)).

DnD Role: Elf mage. Merrill cannot imagine being anything else. She’s proud of her heritage. She is a bit absent minded while playing the game though, and often forgets the rules. At first Varric and Isabela looked out for Merrill, and tried to help her get the hang of the game, but then one night they noticed when Merrill “rolled” the dice, she distracted everyone by accidentally kicking the table. By the time everyone righted everything, Merrill’s dice went from a 3 to an 18. Sneaky, sneaky.

Sebastian

Modern: A foreign prince currently studying abroad. He ran into Bethany and Hawke during one of their volunteer sessions. Both of the sisters can’t get enough of his accent, so invited him to hang out with them. Rumor at the school is that he’s an exiled prince that got banned from court because of his frivolous and wanton attitude. Other rumors is, is that he saw the “Kirkwall Girls Gone Wild” TV ad, and wanted a piece of that action. Some hopefuls hope that they can snag the prince and become princess. They’ll be said to find out, Sebastian’s true goal at coming to Kirkwall was to study to become a clergyman.

DnD Role: Human warrior. As a child, Sebastian never got a chance to play DnD, so when Hawke dragged him to play, he was quite overwhelmed by all the races, classes, and rules. So he chose the most simple and easiest one to understand. Seb is quite a newb though, and for some reason, Varric seems to dislike him. While the rest of the crew seem to always scrape by unscathed, Seb’s character is always down to 1 HP.

This took me 2 hours to write. I hope you’re happy @dovabunny LOL

#meme #au meme #reply post #kirkwall gang #au game

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no-dull-days · 3 years

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Nicaragua Turismo

Prior to Somoza, Central America was a republic consisting of El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Panama and Guatemala. The law of the land, was that all business owners had to get their businesses approved by a number of politicians located in present day Honduras and El Salvador. Because the locals in these regions knew business owners would pass through their neighborhoods with livestock and other valuables, business owners were regularly robbed. This is why El Salvador and Honduras are still particularly dangerous today and Nicaragua houses hard working business owners who provide millions of dollars of exports to a variety of countries. Nicaragua is by far the safest country in the region for this reason.

Nicaragua travel guide tips: You should be very protective of your belongings, carry small amounts of cash, and a few duplicate laminated copies of your passport. Familiarize yourself with Dengue and Chikungunya virus. Be careful who you speak to about Nicaragua’s president and tumultuous history. Photographing government buildings is illegal. Don’t draw attention to yourself.

Nicaragua Travel Guide

Vast jungles are evident from the air along with an aviation graveyard clearly from the civil war. I pass through a small airport with no major delays and locate a man holding a sign with my name on it. Two hours later, I arrive in a small surf community. Spread out over half an acre are ten dorms, huts, and casitas housing small groups and couples. Meals cost between three and five bucks. I was walking distance to the beach and rented surf boards for $5/day. I met almost everyone in the small community and rented an ATV to ride through the jungle. I zipped through cities and local attractions. I read books on the beach and thoroughly unwound. No need for a Nicaragua travel guide when basking in the beach sunshine.

Transportation in Nicaragua

If you take shuttle vans or hostel arranged transportation, you’re gonna pay about 300-500% over market value. If you’re traveling beyond the “too weak vacation” you’re gonna want to save cash wherever you can and taking buses will save you more than a few bucks. Even if you’re only here short term, taking buses are just more exciting. They add a lot to the adventure. Bus stations might be intimidating if you don’t speak Spanish, but I can assure you, they’re easy. There’s no announcements or indication when you arrive at your intended destination, but it’s fairly clear by the scenery and signs. Otherwise, simply point to your destination on the map and ask.

Lines form in front of the signs and fees are collected on board. Fair warning, buses get quite cozy. Transportation is roughly C$30-70 (about $2 US). If you take a taxi, be sure to ask the rate before you get inside.

Cash in Nicaragua

Nicaragua uses the Cordoba. Many businesses accept US dollars though. You can order international currency from your local bank if you request it in advance. It’s much easier to pay for everything in native currency because it’s exact. You may even pay more using US dollars because of a conversion rate. You can also get Cordobas from ATMs, but you’ll pay a percent of the transaction to your bank.

Nicaragua travel guide tip: To obtain cash, you can also get Cords via the black market. Men hold enormous stacks of money on street corners throughout the country. I don’t know who they work for or how they make a profit, but they’re very convenient. Know how much your US dollars are worth before approaching, and give them $5, $10 or $20 bills. They give you Cords. Though this is the black market, it’s safe. I’ve used them numerous times in multiple cities without problem. Do this transaction in public though.

Doctors make about $1,500 US dollars/ month and people who have nice jobs make about $3-400/ month, so the dollar will go a long way. In Leon, one of the more expensive cities, I paid about $15 US for a very nice meal in a fancy restaurant. To save more cash, get yourself a Sawyer Water Filter and fill up a water bottle throughout the day. Otherwise, you’ll pay about C$200 Cords/ day for water.

San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua

I could’ve stayed longer, but I knew it was time to move on. My next adventures took me to San Juan del Sur, a small beach community with a thriving nightlife filled with Aussies, Canadians, Israelis, Americans, and a few Europeans. They had dangerously wicked Sunday fun-days. What else would you expect from a city without a police department? This didn’t bother me since I’m not a big drinker, go to bed at a decent hour and wake up with the sun.

San Juan Del Sur and up the west coast of Nicaragua have a thriving surf culture with schools and villages to match their six foot swells and gorgeous beaches. It’s in these areas where people can take guided tours and ride ATV’s through the city, jungles and beaches. I paid $90 for three hours. Moreover, there’s horseback riding, zip lining, and volcanoes to explore. There's internet cafes for workaholics and techies, and colonial cities such as Leon and Granada with 17th century architecture. You’re bound to run into a number of expats here.

After leaving a bar one night though, a few very persistent girls tried to lure me off the main drag. If I followed them, I knew I'd be mugged. Nicaragua travel guide tip: If you’re bar hopping after dark, stay on the main street only. Do not under any circumstances venture down to the beach away from the crowd. Also, leave your phone and wad of cash at home. San Juan Del Sur is accessible by bus. However, it’s easier if you’re in a group to take a cab and split the fee. If you’re going to a surf village or hostel, some places will arrange a taxi for you and wait with your name on a card. I’d recommend San Juan Del Sur for surfing, nightlife, and tours.

MiraFlor, Nicaragua

MiraFlor is a great cloud forest about 15 miles northeast of Esteli. About 90 minutes away because of poor road conditions. There’s upper and lower MiraFlor which is basically dense forest and less dense. The upper region is far better and occupied by organic farmers. The food here is sensational. Everything I ate was organic. I paid $45 for one night in a casita with two queen beds. Three meals were included with coffee and water. $15 got me a guided horseback tour through the mountains plus a dip in a secret waterhole. There’s massive toads in MiraFlor, sloths, puma and other wildlife. Safety was no concern in MiraFlor. Nicaragua travel guide tip: You can book a tour through Cafe Luz.

Matagalpa, Nicaragua

Matagalpa is similar to Esteli, but a little nicer. It’s not a tourist or colonial city. Just a normal city with lots of people working and going to school. It’s in the mountains about two hours from Esteli. It’s nice to walk around for the day. Nicaragua travel guide tip: If you visit Matagalpa, stay on one side of the river. Same with Esteli. Rivers are like railroad tracks divided by the good and bad side of town. Matagalpa is also in the coffee region. You could certainly crash here for the night if you’re visiting a nearby coffee plantation. Safety was no concern. I’d recommend Matagalpa for stress free simple living.

Sebaco, Nicaragua

Sebaco and the small surrounding cities are filled with farmers. I’ve never seen more people without teeth. Most-likely from sugar cane. Sebaco is about an hour from Esteli and costs C$20. I took a bike taxi to a museum and explored the city. I met a few locals and had lunch with a family. I spoke with a variety of locals all of whom couldn’t have been nicer. Visiting Sebaco was like being in an Indiana Jones movie. Sebaco was educational, fascinating, and a massive culture shock. Safety was no concern.

Managua, Nicaragua

Managua is the nation's capital and is very dangerous. The only reason you’ll have to visit Managua is for the airport. You may also be in Managua to catch the TICA bus if you’re going elsewhere in Central America. The TICA bus is the same as a Greyhound. Managua is also where you’d catch flights and buses to Nicaragua’s east coast or Caribbean islands.

Nicaragua travel guide tip: Managua is not a sightseeing city. It’s a hub for business and transportation. Do not walk around alone. Do not flash valuables. Do not visit Managua after dark. Do not take random taxes in Managua. Crime and kidnapping are in abundance here.

A ticket to Panama on the TICA bus is $90 US and about $45 to Costa Rica. There’s information stations all over the country but all buses leave from Managua. Managua is accessible from just about anywhere in the country. Don’t take a cab to Managua because they’re expensive and it’s common for tourists to be overcharged. When going to Managua, know where you’re going and how to get there. My experience in Managua is during the day. Get in and out of town in the morning or early afternoon. Masaya is about 2.5 hours from Managua. Or you can take a cab for $25-30 US.

The City of Masaya

Aside from traveling in Haiti and Jamaica, Masaya has a massive Rastafarian presence. I walked the streets looking for a room to rent and stumbled upon a restaurant. I feasted, eating an entire chicken, salad, gallo pinto, vigorón and sopa de mondongo. I chased it down with four beers while watching a soccer game as two ceiling fans kept me cool as a cucumber. I paid $2.30, said goodbye to my new friends and waddled out. I smoked a cigarette with the door man who carried a full size axe over his shoulder. We watched a man with scrotal lymph edema waddle with great difficulty.

The city has a large Christian presence. Michael Jackson, Phil Collins, and Bryan Adams along with other 80’s music was quite common. Nicaragua travel guide tip: You must possess a sense of adventure to enjoy yourself here and shopping is a must! Wallets, clothing, souvenirs, machetes, bracelets, kitchenware, clothing, and gorgeous artwork are in central downtown.

Masaya Volcano Park

About 15 miles outside of the the city of Masaya is a Volcano Park. There’s a C$100 entrance fee and it’s C$100/person for the 5.5 mile cab ride to the top. There’s a number of hiking trails and great views of a smoking volcano. It was C$25 to get from the volcano park to Granada via bus. I was so disconnected from everything I’d ever known. I took a bus from Masaya and set my feet down on an empty highway submerged in dense jungle. It looked like the big man upstairs cut a straight line through the jungle with a disposable razor. Across the way, was the entrance to Masaya Volcano.

I walked straight up to the edge and inhaled the noxious volcanic fumes. It reminded me of that favorable scent of gasoline. I also thought of the evil dictator Somoza and how he threw his opponents into this very volcano. I went to the top of almost every peak. I even ran up the slopes where the scent of sulfur was powerful.

Granada, Nicaragua

It was the first time I was rooming with other people. Three nights in, I went to dinner with a girl from my room. Five minutes away, I knew something was wrong but we kept walking. Upon return about an hour later, I shook hands with the guy who stole my credit card and rang up a $1,400 tab in Managua. Everyone in our room was robbed. I experienced organized crime, first hand.

Granada attracts the most tourists because of it’s nice hotels and expensive restaurants. It also attracts an onslaught of criminal rings from Costa Rica. In this case, it was a four man team. Each had their own role. Two of them got beds in separate rooms and locked an empty locker. They stuffed their beds and staked out the room. Two other men were brought in to strike up conversation. They kept the managers and other travelers occupied while their friends robbed nine lockers in two rooms.

When I was here in the high season (November to May), I was on a private tour that took me boating through the Granada Isletas where monkeys climbed on the boat and ran across my lap. The Granada Islets are over 200 islands with an abundance of wildlife. Islands are owned by locals, aristocrats, and foreigners, while others can be rented for private events. You can arrange a tour from a guide in the plaza.

Granada doesn’t resemble any of the other cities, nor does it resemble Nicaragua. Though Granada is the nicest city in the country, it’s a hot spot for crime. I think we all know, getting robbed isn’t so much about the money. It’s the feelings of violation and loss of trust. Maybe this was a good thing, because you shouldn’t be trusting anyone while traveling alone.

Nicaragua travel guide tip: I was robbed. I know others who were robbed. I was conned by locals and a lawyer. If you're robbed filing a police report at the police station for insurance wasn't too bad. After eight days here, I experienced more scams and deception than any other city. Isletas below.

I’d recommend a short afternoon in Granada to see the Isletas then spending the night at the Apoyo Lagoon, about 20 minutes from Granada. If you do stay in Granada, look for a hotel or hostel that does not allow people from Central America.

Mombacho Volcano

Mombacho volcano can be seen from Granada. It’s a huge volcano with hiking trails and spectacular views from within jungle terrain. In the off season, it’s a cloud forest which is definitely fun to hike through and explore the mysterious land with lush greenery during tropical rains. In the high season, the visibility is far better. The only way to visit is on a tour, during which you’ll learn about flora, fauna, and the hundreds of highly poisonous reptiles living in the habitat.

Since Mombacho is adjacent to Granada and I wouldn’t recommend visiting Granada, I’d recommend another rain forest and or volcano such as Masaya, MiraFlor, Cerro Negro, Ometepe, or Indio Maiz. You can certainly see Mombacho in the morning, tour the Islets in the afternoon, then take a cab to Apoyo Lagoon.

Apoyo Lagoon

Anxious to leave Granada, I shopped around and found a taxi for $15 US. About 20 minutes away from Granada is a small slice of paradise. It’s a gorgeous lagoon. I paid $12 for a bed in an empty dormitory. There’s private rooms for $29, but there’s no point when it’s so quiet. I was the only one in a room with six beds, four fans, and steel lockers. I found about a dozen hotels, hostels, and resorts on the lagoon. There’s convenience stores scattered throughout the area. Wherever you decide to stay there’ll be restaurants. $12 includes access to kayaks, inner tubes, and a floating dock to hang out on. Meals cost between $3-$5. Nicaragua travel guide tip: Don't miss out on Apoyo Lagoon!

Maderas Beach

Maderas Beach has a series of surf schools and nice resorts. It’s located about 30 minutes south of San Juan Del Sur and only accessible in an off road vehicle. It’s located just beyond the dense jungle. Howler monkeys are common in these parts. They’re monkeys that make creepy howling noises and throw poop if you get too close. Some of these beaches are private, but most are open to the public. There’s excellent surf, fresh food, and passion fruit smoothies. Mid summer, there was an international surf competition in this region with over 300 competitors from 70 countries. Nicaragua travel guide tip: There's quite a few 3-5 star resorts scattered throughout this region.

Beaches in this area have some amazing homes overlooking the water from massive cliffs. Property values have risen from $8,000 to over $150,000 in the last 5-7 years. Imagine seeing this every morning when you wake up. I’d recommend this region purely for surfing.

With a wide array of activities to choose from and epic smoothies, Nicaragua is a true adventure. Healthy food is plentiful and there’s an endless supply of photo opportunities. Avoid unpaved streets after dark and sectors of town on the other side of rivers. If you've enjoyed this Nicaragua travel guide, please share. Thanks for reading.

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Umm so now that anon brought up older sweetpea, ur gonna need to pop out some hella good headcanons about him :-)

bruh I have so many okay hold the fuck up we’re actually going to recieved a headcanon request and DO IT ON THE SPOT FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.

YEAH ITS GONNA BE ABOUT CAL AND SP BC THAT’S WHO I WAS TALKING ABOUT IT IN MY IM’S WITH MY HOMIES, LETS GO SISTERS.

so after high school, sweet pea and cal had to part ways due to circumstance. sweet pea, being the devoted young man he was, was unable to bring himself to apply anywhere out of state, whereas calliope still had a tight hold on York and was desperate to venture on from Riverdale. it was a heartbreaking decision, being in another country completely without any friends she had made, and alone once again. and she hated it. and she wanted to call him every day but couldn’t. she dated once - he was second year, but decided to change his major and needed the psych course for his co-op down the line. he had pretty blue eyes and a warm smile. they had coffee twice, and he kissed her before she left the car. it was very sweet, and soft, and while cal enjoyed it, it wasn’t what she was looking for. not the same passion, or aggression, or need. she used pea as an excuse for a few different boys that approached, and after the second week, she decided that pea wasn’t going to stop some of them, so she had resorted to bringing her RBF out and put headphones in. to avoid falling into old habits with her very 420 friendly roommate, she spent most of her nights in the library or at the gym.

sweet pea took over cal’s position when she left; he started busting his ass being their newest bartender to haul in more women. and he did - of all ages, women would flock to his bar and lean forward, pressing whatever assets they had against the counter top with smirks and lusting eyes. he was uncomfortable at first; sure, women had always been a fan of him, that was no surprise. but it made him feel guilty. but when pea could afford an entire new wardrobe, pay his bills, keep the heat on in the trailer and keep gas in his bike for up to a whole week. so he started to wear his cropped sleeves, and went with fangs to their campus gym for runs and ass crack of dawn weight training. the glute pumps certainly benefited his tip jar - the routine stuck. he decided to major in business, mainly because cal had mentioned (all of one damn time, mind you) that he could probably run a business better than anyone else in the southside. fucking bet.

cal’s just graduated with a major in psych, with an econ minor and a degree in social services. her dream is to become a youth outreach worker; she wants to help work to prevent the increase in youth criminal activity by helping at risk youth. being with sweet pea had given her more than enough passion to want to help - hell, she had been an orphan herself. in and out of the foster system, group home to group home, etc. despite struggling to make just the bare necessities for himself, he had happily taken her in multiple times when she needed a place to go. fp had been that hand to steer him in the right direction - she wanted to do that, but with more kids. as many as she could, give them the drive and the hope to do better for themselves. give them the resources and guidance and offer them what they need. most of that in the area involved volunteer work at a local community center in the village, while working full time in an office as a receptionist. there’s a hot student support worker from a local foundation in the area that comes in three times a week, and he’s always chatty. his name is chris and he has a mischievous glimmer in his eyes when he leans forward and says she looked stunning; so she agrees to dinner (for the first time in four years) and goes on a date. she wears a tight red dress, modest, but the way it hugged her perfectly sculpted hips and ass was sinful. they hadn’t even made it through her door before he had her zipper undone and she moaning into his mouth; that was the first time she had gotten any since the day she left riverdale.

your boy sweet pea? he started putting savings away when he was sixteen, and got his degree in business management and psych. he took out a loan with the serpents, bought out the wyrm and is in the progress of revamping for the younger gen. tall boy and FP were seriously impressed with the mans hustle, and so when FP finally retired, the gang was left to Sweet Pea and Jughead. Now, Jughead didn’t want to be the leader, or poster boy for the serpents, or even the main influence. But he was still very passionate about advocating on behalf of them, and in a way worked as a more giving, far more kind version of penny peabody. offering mediation and ensuring that everyone stays out of trouble in the background, while sweet pea became the voice, being as respected as he was. sweet pea stands at six foot five, and over 200 pounds of gloriously lean muscles. teddy and fangs are his main event planners and bar keeps, while he ensures the books stay balanced, the bar keeps to health code standards, and offers a safe haven to southside kids with no place to go (his heartstrings pulled when he saw a fifteen year old sleeping on a park bench and he thought of toni, maybe even cal.) sweet pea turned the upstairs area into individual rooms with two beds in each for those that couldn’t get home in their drunken states or didn’t have a place to go for the time being. he has an apartment in the southside in a relatively newer building (it’s pretty big compared to the trailer lbr). a new girl came to town, and happens to stumble upon the wyrm thinking it was just another bar - sweet pea liked her fiery spirit. she stayed for a few drinks, played him in a game of pool, and he later invited her up to his office. it’s been just over a year now; she stays at his place four nights a week, because she works as a nurse and tries to get overnights on weekends.

fangs and sabine are getting married in a week and cal’s super excited for her best friend, but is also nervous. sweet pea would be there. they hadn’t spoken in years. not a single text, not a single call. and she was scared at the person she had returned to would remind him of why it was better that they had parted ways. he didn’t need to know she still thought about him every day, and still has every photograph saved on her laptop. but then her body warms at the thought of seeing him. to see if he had kept his curl, or if he had cut his hair. did he still wears so many god damn rings? so the day she lands and makes it to the boys house, she changes into a pair of ripped jeans and heels and walks her ass straight to her favourite bar

he caught sight of the blonde hair from his office upstairs; curious, he stepped outside and looked down at her while she talked eagerly with teddy. after five minutes of wondering, he joined them on the main level; sensing his arrival in the quiet bar that tuesday afternoon, she caught his eyes and then paused, turning to face him fully. her hair was just as long as always, and maybe a little tamer, not as wild, but her eyes - those fucking blue eyes still wrenched his gut and gave him butterflies. her features had sharpened, complimenting the equally pointed RBF she had perfected over the years he was sure, and her body - well, sweet pea vividly remembered what he happened to favour the most about her body. his cock twitched in his pants, but pea remained collected.

his hair was also still long, but it was pulled back now, held into a bun in the same way Teddy’s was. he had covered most of his right arm in tattoos, and she imagined they covered most of his shoulders and chest, too. his body had filled out, stretching his shirt snugly around his arms and chest. the way he says her name still makes her heart skip a beat and makes her want to destroy all her walls again. they shared a beer, he offered to take her out for lunch at pops - she agreed. they spent the day revisiting all the places they used to hangout. apart from pops, there was the quarry, sunnyside, the ruins were southside used to stand, and finally back to the wyrm. they split a couple of drinks, play some pool, and she joins him upstairs to hear more about how he had been.

the pair had been actively avoiding getting too close throughout the day. hands were shoved into pockets, shoulders ever so lightly brushed against each other as they walked every once and a while, and they were able to return back to the kids they used to be. after a few hours, it were as though no time had passed at all.

so you can imagine cal’s surprise when another blonde enters his office and calls him baby.

Calliope Hobbs was one of those women that always got what they wanted, and worked hard to have it all. Sweet Pea would be no exception.

#Anonymous #inspo: BO #answered: BO #bad omen #older!sp #older!ch #older!BO

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theepitomeofamess · 6 years

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pt 3

Another lengthy and slow-moving (I think) installment with some heavy Roman backstory

Word count: 3826

warnings: more mentions of addiction/alcoholism, mentions of being disowned, me not knowing what I’m doing

ships: hinted Sleepxiety, hinted Patton/Picani, probably gonna be Logince

Roman proved true to his word. Logan wasn't sure at first whether or not he was going to stay true, but the very next morning and every day for a full week, there he was with Virgil trailing behind. The first few days, he’d just sit next to Logan’s bed and talk to him, trying to keep his voice as stable as possible so it didn’t get on Logan’s nerves as badly. He failed a lot of the time, slipping in and out of excited squealing, but he was trying. Virgil mainly kept to himself, sitting by the window with headphones on and a gorgeous leatherbound journal in his lap, sketching away. He might not have been quite as clearly present as Roman, but it was nice to have a quiet presence there nonetheless.

Once Logan’s withdrawal symptoms started subsiding, Roman started bringing stuff in for entertainment. Coloring books, Mad Gab, and Boggle for when they felt up for something a bit more interactive, and novels from his collection for Logan and his lines for memorization and practice when they wanted a bit more quiet. Roman would mouth his lines for practice, leaning over every now and again to show Logan a word that he wasn't sure he was pronouncing correctly and ask for confirmation or correction. It was kind of like watching a silent movie without subtitles when Logan glanced over at him from his book, watching him staring at nothing and mouthing almost too precisely and gesturing grandly despite his silence.

Logan would never admit that he found it endearing.

“Okay, boys,” Roman stood from his chair. They'd just finished their fifth round of Mad Gab. Virgil was still giggling at the nonsense Logan had kept repeating when he couldn’t hear what he was supposed to be saying. Roman ruffled Virgil’s hair as he passed. “I’ll be right back. Virgil, make sure Logan doesn’t go anywhere.”

“He can do what he wants,” Virgil retorted, fixing his hair. “I’m not your guard dog, Princey.” Roman stuck his tongue out at Virgil’s comment as he left. Logan attempted a chuckle at the gesture, but it must have come out wrong. “Sorry about him,” Virgil offered, “he has some, um, abandonment issues. Once his heart is set on having someone in his life, that person is essentially absorbed.”

“No need to apologize,” Logan tried to seem nonchalant about it. “If I could ask, though, why do you think that is?” Virgil eyed the door, obviously worried as the shadows around his face seemed to grow darker.

“It’s not my story to tell, and don’t ever bring it up to him,” Virgil whispered, leaning in closer, “but his parents disowned him when he came out to them. That’s when he got on the bottle. Patton kind of adopted him when he showed up at the hospital completely wasted sobbing about wanting a family and not wanting to go to hell. When he came to, I don’t even know how, but he just kind of integrated himself into our life. He lives with us, pays his share of rent and food, essentially became our fourth brother. I think he’s trying to do the same for you.” Logan nodded along with what Virgil was saying, staring at the floor behind him so he didn’t have to meet his eyes. There was something unbelievable about what Virgil was saying. Logan had only known Roman for around a week, and he already couldn’t imagine anybody not wanting him. He somehow couldn’t see him drunk, or crying, or anything other than the happy-go-lucky “everybody’s my friend” guy he’d come to know and tolerate.

“I can’t imagine…” Logan trailed off. What couldn’t he imagine, exactly? The pain? He could understand the pain of losing family, but he had to think that having them abandon and disown you was far different than… “So he’s like your brother? I was wondering what that whole thing was between you two. Does he know it’s platonic?”

“Oh, yeah. I was in a relationship way before he showed up. It probably wouldn’t have worked, anyway, but we’ll never know.”

“Look who I found,” Roman burst through the door extravagantly with Patton on his arm. Patton giggled at Roman’s announcement. “We come bearing good news!” Logan looked to Virgil, the two raising an eyebrow at each other before looking back at Roman and Patton with a shared smirk.

“And what might that be, Sir Sing-a-Lot,” Virgil asked when Roman didn’t continue. Roman gestured to Patton, who smiled and looked to Logan.

“Emile - that is - Dr. Picani says that you’re ready for discharge. Says he still wants to see you in group therapy once a week, and hopefully once a month for individual work, but you’re good to go. Here’s your stuff,” Logan hadn’t noticed the grocery bag in Patton’s hand until he held it out to him. Logan almost couldn’t believe it when he took the bag, looking in it to find the clothes he’d been in before he woke up in the hospital, his phone and keys protruding from pockets in his jeans.

“Gotta be honest,” Logan chuckled, “didn’t expect it to be this soon. Are they gonna send a bill to my apartment, or-”

“I took care of it,” Patton replied. “Don’t thank me, don’t try to offer to repay me, it’s my pleasure.”

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking that without paying you back somehow.”

“Pay me back by coming and living with us.” Logan’s brow furrowed at the request. “We talked about it, and we wouldn’t feel comfortable with you going and being alone wherever it is that you live. As far as we know, we’re your only support system. We’re not gonna let you fall out again.” Logan raised an eyebrow to Patton, looking from him to Roman, who was nodding in agreement, to Virgil, who gave him a stern look that said “he’s right.” Finally, Logan nodded.

“Okay. I guess I’m moving down here, then.” Roman and Patton started bouncing in excitement, and Virgil smiled.

Logan couldn't help but wonder how the hell these practical strangers cared so much about him that they’d pay his hospital bill and invite him to live with them. He’d read about people like that, people that made up for all of the awful things that humanity has a tendency to do, but he couldn’t remember any time in his life that he experienced true altruism.

“Okay, let’s let Logan get changed, and when he’s ready to go, Roman, could you drive him down to his apartment and help him bring his stuff down.” Roman nodded in agreement. Virgil got up off the bed to follow the others out.

“I’ll be waiting outside for when you're ready.” Roman winked at Logan, smirking when Logan rolled his eyes.

Once the others were gone and the door was closed, Logan started changing into his own clothes. Somebody - probably Patton - had washed them. They didn't have the smell of rain and dirt and sweat and multiple weeks of wear without wash anymore. Slipping on his dark blue hoodie, he couldn’t remember the last time it had been so soft. It was still a bit too big for him, not like it had been when he first got it as a gift. His jeans had shrunk in the wash, tightening back to their original state, but they were still a bit too big on him. He avoided looking in the mirror because of how much he’d shrunk down, not enjoying the way his face had turned gaunt, cheekbones sticking out sharply and eyes sunken into their sockets.

Checking his phone - one of them must have kept it on their charger when they weren't using it - he found it full of unread messages and missed calls from his mother. How had he not thought about that before?

So sorry, he answered her. Charger died, took a while to get a new one. I’m okay, I promise. He knew that his mother wouldn't be too worried. She knew what his schedule used to be like, she thought it was still like that, and she didn't tend to worry when he didn't pick up his phone because of that. As long as he gave a halfway plausible answer when he finally answered her, she was fine with it.

Sometimes he wished his parents weren't so nonchalant.

Looking into the bag to make sure he hadn't missed anything, he found what looked like a blue snake in the bottom of the bag. His tie.

It had been washed, too. He could feel it in the fabric. The stains weren't gone and the colors were still faded, but it wasn't stiff with crusted blood and mud anymore. Holding the striped strip in his hands, he couldn't help but smile sadly at it.

“You're a serious person, Lo,” she’d told him when he opened the box containing his going away present. “Serious people wear neckties.” He’d chuckled at the comment when she’d said it. He chuckled quietly now, feeling the burn of restrained tears in his throat. How did less than two years ago feel like an eternity?

“You ready, Lo?” Roman cracked the door open, peeking his head through with a chipper grin. Logan looked up, rolling up the tie to shove it in his pocket. He hadn't realized until then how much Roman reminded him of her. Chipper, loud, dramatic, even down to calling him Lo.

“Yeah,” Logan stood up, starting for the door. “Let’s go.”

“You okay?” Roman’s sudden concern worried Logan. He’d have to relearn how to paint over his emotions better.

“Fine,” he answered too quickly, too quietly. “C’mon, we should go.” Roman’s concern still hovered over them, but he didn't dig into it. He was too in tune with people’s emotions to dig into something that was obviously upsetting Logan. If he wanted to forget about it, then by all means.

Logan followed Roman down to the parking garage, sliding into the passenger seat of a sleek silver Toyota. Not surprisingly, the stereo came to life, blasting show tunes without hesitation or warning as soon as Roman turned the key.

“Sorry, sorry!” Roman scrambled to turn down the volume on the stereo.

“You're fine, it's okay,” Logan assured. “It’s your car, do what you want.” Roman didn't listen, keeping the radio at the low volume he’d brought it to so he could hear Logan’s phone give him directions.

They didn't talk much after the stereo interaction. Roman sang along with the show tunes, Logan asked at one point if he could roll the window down, and that was about all they heard of each other until they reached Logan’s apartment building.

Roman did keep looking over at Logan, though, glancing between the boy to his right and the road. Logan’s arm rested on the window, feeling the wind as they sped down the highway. His posture was slouched, a position that for some reason didn’t look right on him. Watching the world fly at and around him through the windshield, Roman noticed that his eyes were far off, watching something other than what was right in front of him. Thinking again. Always thinking. At some point, Roman told himself, he’d have to ask what he was always thinking about.

For now, though, he didn’t want to pry.

“So this is your place,” Roman commented gently when Logan unlocked the door to enter the apartment. It was a small place, one room with a sofa, a coffee table, and a few pillows and blankets. The ceiling hung low, and the window was much smaller than average, only allowing for a small square of light at the right time of day. There was a bathroom that was only big enough for the toilet, essentially a glorified cubicle, and a kitchen counter with a sink and microwave. The entire place was falling apart, held together by duct tape in come places where it needed spackle. The only sign of life was the mountain of books between the ratty couch and chipped wood coffee table.

“Yeah, it's not much, but it was cheap.” Logan went to the coffee table, picking up what looked to be a wallet and sighing in relief. He slipped the leather square into his pocket as the turned to the sofa, reaching behind it to pull out a collapsed cardboard box. Folding it open and connecting the parts where they fit, Logan set the box on the coffee table. “There are more back there if you wanna fold them open.” Roman nodded, moving slowly across the floor. The carpet was filthy, unidentifiable stains making Roman a bit sick to his stomach. He tried to ignore the unknown smell coming from the carpeting as he pulled more collapsed boxes out from behind the couch.

As he started putting one together, he looked over to find Logan shoving what looked to be all of his clothes from a drawer under to bookshelf into the box. Shoving the clothes down, he started stacking books on top of them. Flipping through the pages of each one, his eyes searched the pages for something. That something finally appeared when he shook a book by the spine and a twenty fell out. Roman almost laughed at the method of keeping cash close and hidden. Shoving the twenty in his pocket, Logan kept moving.

“You got anything here that's yours other than the books?”

“I’ve got some ramen in one of the cabinets, but I don't know if we want to take that.”

“We could probably give that to Virgil and Remy. They like that kind of thing, it's easy.”

“Okay. I think it's right above the microwave. You can get it if you want.” Logan didn't even try to look up as he explained. Her just kept shaking books, finding money. Roman couldn't quite understand why he was doing that.

Just as he was thinking of asking, he got his answer.

This time, a little baggie of crushed white powder fell out from the pages of one of the books. Logan held it up, staring at it intently. Roman recognized the way Logan’s chest started heaving. He could almost hear the argument in Logan’s head, the same one he’d heard in his own head when he was presented with a bottle of beer.

Just one more.

No, you're doing so well.

Just one more time, just one more rush.

Don’t go back to that place.

Just one more instant without pain.

Roman couldn't find it in him to wait for Logan to make a decision. Before he knew it, he was speeding across the room, grabbing the baggie from Logan, opening the window, and chucking the baggie out.

Logan didn't even have time to process what had just happened.

“I was trying to think of how to safely dispose of it, but okay that works, too.” Roman watched Logan’s face as he spoke, trying to decipher whether or not he was lying. Either Logan was a good liar, or he was telling the truth.

He didn't see the relieved release of tension and bated breath when he turned away, choosing to accept Logan’s explanation.

The rest of the packing took less than an hour. The time was backed with Roman humming Disney songs to himself while he worked. Logan found himself gritting his teeth, a tension headache blossoming like a rubber band squeezing around his head. He made the mistake of squeezing the bridge of his nose under his glasses and groaning at the pain, a gesture that led Roman to think that he was actually sick. Because of this, Roman insisted on carrying both of the two heavier boxes while Logan carried the one with the ramen and a few other things, the one that felt like it had nothing in it but air. Keeping the box against his body with one arm, Logan watched Roman carefully, ready to either catch him break his fall if he lost his balance. Despite his habitual worrying, Roman didn't seem to be struggling.

“You actually use your gym membership, or something,” Logan asked as Roman set the boxes easily in the back of his car.

“No,” Roman chuckled. “I’m just naturally that wonderful!” Striking a pose meant to accent his biceps, Logan only blinked at Roman’s ever widening grin. Releasing his pose, Roman laughed again. “No, but seriously, I help the techies at the theater with moving heavy stuff and building set pieces. Not that they couldn’t do it on their own, I just like helping when I can. Oh, speaking of…” Roman trailed off, digging into his pocket to produce a slip of paper for Logan.

“What’s this,” Logan asked, hesitantly taking the offering.

“Ticket for opening night. I usually get ‘em for Pat, Virge, and Remy. Figured I’d at least give you the option of going without paying.” Logan could only look at the ticket, reading the words The Tempest over and over again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been invited to a live performance. To his knowledge, the last one he’d seen was one she’d been in. How long ago was that? “You don’t have to if-”

“No, I’m definitely going to be there,” Logan interjected, meeting Roman’s eyes for an instant before looking back down at the ticket. “I just… You keep bringing up Remy. Is that Virgil’s boyfriend?” Roman felt like he’d gotten whiplash from how quickly Logan changed the subject. Shutting the back of his car, they made their way back to their respective seats as Roman talked.

“Yeah. Those two have been together for a while. Been friends since childhood, if I’m remembering right.” Logan nodded, listening carefully to take in as much information as he could. “Not the kind of guy I’d pin as Virgil’s type at first, but hey, they make each other happy, so I’m happy for them. I mean, as long as we’re being honest, I kinda had a thing for Virgil when I first met him, so that might’ve contributed to that thought process of Remy not being his type, but again, they’re happy and Remy’s a great guy, so.”

“I’ll admit, I thought you and Virgil were something before I heard about Remy.” Roman chuckled at the comment. “So, he has someone. What about you?”

“Nah, not right now. For the past few years, I’ve been on a solo mission to save myself. It’s actually been really good, especially with Pat and Virge. What about you? What’s your love life been like?”

“Nonexistent,” Logan laughed. He couldn’t quite tell why he found that fact funny. Sighing, he noticed that the sky was turning orange. “Are you okay with driving at night? We can stop at a motel for the night if you’re not.”

“No, I’m fine. Just so long as there are no drunk morons on the road. And don’t change the subject. I wanna know more about you. Pretty much all I know so far is you’re a bookworm that almost died chasing an impossible high. I’d like if I could have a little context to help fill in the blanks.”

“I won’t tell Picani, a licensed psychiatrist, about my past. What makes you think I’d tell you?” Logan turned his head against the headrest, looking to see Roman’s amber eyes glowing gold in the saturated orange light. A slight smirk curled on Roman’s lips.

“Because we’re friends.” Roman’s voice lowered back to that quiet place that came with his sincerity. “Therapists are all well and good, but they can only help so much when you only see them so often. Also, disclaimer, Emile and Patton are kind of a thing - entirely romantic, they’re both ace, but yeah you’ll be seeing him around the house every now and then. Same with Remy.”

“So the house is just a hot spot for visitors? Well, that's great.”

“No, it's a hot spot for family. Everybody I’ve mentioned so far is a member of the family. You're a new addition. And quit changing the subject.”

“I’m not, though, you are.” Roman sighed, his grin fading.

“I know Virgil told you about my parents. What they did when I came out. I don't tend to tell people about that, it doesn't come up in normal conversation, but you know. I’d like it if maybe you'd return the favor and give me a little insight into your backstory.” Logan thought on the request. It seemed reasonable. They were, in many ways, kindred spirits. It seemed fair that he would want to know about Logan’s past, how they ended up there together.

“I’m not as much of an open book as you.”

“Granted,” Roman agreed, “but I’d like to know a little more. It'll make it easier for me to help you through recovery. You don't need to give too many details, just a general summary.” Logan looked back at Roman, who was now dead serious. It was an odd combination of weird and comforting to see him so concerned.

“I, um,” Logan tried to force the words past teeth, knowing they wouldn't let themselves be heard willingly. “I was at Princeton for around a year in their cosmology program. I was on the track to being an astronomer, had a scholarship and everything. I was gonna go to NASA and take humanity to the stars in a way nobody has before. And then…” The words threatened to strangle Logan. He hadn't allowed himself to think of then for so long. He’d spent a full year - maybe more - forcing the memories and feelings so far down, forcing himself to forget. “And then I dropped out and spent a year or so getting high. Then you found me and here we are.”

“What made you drop out? If you don't mind my asking. It's just, it sounds like you were living your dream, the way you were talking there for a minute.”

“I was.” Logan sighed, watching the windshield. The specks of dust and dirt against the darkening sky almost looked like the stars he’d once adored. “Circumstances change. We change with them, and sometimes it's not for the better.” There was a moment of silence where Roman wasn't sure what to say. He’d never heard a more true statement.

“You're a lot more of a dreamer than I thought.” Logan scoffed at the thought. “Oh, so you're one of those.”

“One of what?”

“A dreamer too firmly stuck in reality. It’s like being a tree with the heart of a bird. Your heart wants to fly away and experience everything, but you’re too firmly rooted down.” Logan’s brow furrowed, confused at the metaphor. It made perfect sense, he just couldn’t understand how it related to him. “Don't worry. Once you find your wings it'll make sense.” This only made Logan’s face scrunch up more. When Roman glanced over to see it, he couldn't help but chuckle.

So smart, and yet so clueless.

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