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So I just finished watching Daybreak and I kinda love it. But since it is new obviously it doesn’t have any fanfiction for it yet so I just wanted to put it out there if anyone has any requests to send them my way. I mean Turbo/Wes are OTP but I’m more than happy to try my hand at others as well as general friendship/family of choice stories because I love those very much. I’m also more than willing to pretend Eli is still alive. I’m good at denial.
While I’m at it on a side note I’ve also been in the mood to write some IT Chapter Two stuff or some AU stuff for that if anyone has any good prompts.
Note: It is done! Thank you all for your kind words and sticking with it.
Summary:
Jason said, pulling his arms behind his back. “Pick a hand.”
Roy eyed him suspiciously, “You’re not going to punch me are you?”
“Oh my god” Jason exclaimed exasperated, “why would I punch you?” His eyes narrowed. “Should I punch you?”
“Where the fuck is he?” Jason said, bursting through the double doors, turning the heads of a few others in the waiting room. In any other situation Dick would have been amused by Jason’s dramatics. But in this case, as the person on the other side of his rage, Dick felt it was the best idea to put his hands up in defence as Jason stormed across the room, leaving muddy footprints across the sterile white floors of the hospital. It was best in these situations to try not to have security called, mostly because judging by how red Jason’s face was and how white his knuckles were there would be blood and while the hospital is an ideal place to get hurt it wasn’t somewhere you wanted to get thrown out of.
“Breathe,” Dick said as calming as he could. Wishing this was Tim or Damian that could pull into a great big hug to help. Again, that might lead to getting stabbed which was not on Dick’s list of things to do that day. “The doctors all said he is going to be fine. He has a mild concussion, a few broken ribs and a broken wrist.”
“You were going for lunch. How did he get into an explosion at lunch?” Jason said, frustrated, but Dick knew it was more at the situation. Plus this was the world they lived in, one of the reasons they went out at night to try to make the cities safer.
Dick shrugged. “It seems like a former employee didn’t like the management.”
“I need to strangle Roy for always pulling this bullshit. Where is he?” Jason asked and Dick tried not to smile, mostly because he was pretty sure Jason would start going after him next.
“I don’t actually know, they said they were getting him a room. I thought it was best to wait for you.” Dick explained.
Jason groaned, pushing Dick out of his way as he made his way over to the reception desk. “Do you know how many stupid things Roy can do in that time unsupervised?” He asked before turning to the nurse at the desk. “Can you tell me which room Roy Harper is in? Please.” He added for good measure.
The nurse looked him up and down, lowering her glasses as if sizing him up, clearly having seen the scene he made along with the dirt he dragged across her waiting room. “And you are?”
“His fiance.” Jason blurted out without a second thought. She paused but that seemed to be the right thing to say because she gave him the number and pointed down the hall. To which Jason took off down without missing a beat, leaving Dick standing in the waiting room speechless.
Roy’s room was small, there was an empty bed in the corner of the room. Jason always hated hospital rooms, he couldn’t really imagine anyone that would actually like them. But they were a necessary evil, especially in their line of work. Or in the case of now, Roy being a trouble magnet of the worst kind because apparently the only case he needed was lunch in order to wind up getting hurt. If Jason didn’t know better he would think Roy did things like this on purpose just to wind him up, but Jason did know Roy better and knew that even Roy had limits to just how much he would do to wind Jason up.
Rubbing his hand over his face, Jason took a seat in the chair pulled up next to the bed. Taking Roy’s good hand into his he ran his thumb over the back of his hand feeling all the old scars and calluses on his hand from years of wear and work with his bow.
“Jay?” Roy’s eyes stayed closed as he mumbled the sleep heavy words. It reminded Jason so much of the few mornings when their alarm would actually go off before they got up and Roy would mutter something while trying to throw his body over Jason’s to keep them in bed just a little bit longer.
Jason squeezed his hand to anchor him. “Right here. Go back to sleep you’re going to need your energy for when I murder you when you get home in a few days.”
“K,” Roy mumbled before Jason felt his hand go slack again.
It ended up being one day later until Roy got home, which was not a moment too soon because once Roy woke up he was hard to keep entertained and in bed. So as soon as he was cleared of problems Jason was charged with taking Roy home, which Jason was more than happy to do. After all, he too was already ready to be done with the hospital after the first hour of sitting in the small chair watching reruns of soap operas while Roy slept on and off. It was much easier when they could both sit on the bed together.
Roy had been suspiciously quiet since returning home from the hospital, to the point where Jason was starting to wonder if he needed to take Roy back to the hospital. The breaking point had been when he looked up from the book he was reading to notice Roy was mindlessly flipping through one of the old wedding magazines's Dick had been so unhelpful in donating to Roy. While it wasn’t odd that Roy was flipping through the magazine, he had been doing it often lately and they did have a lot of pictures which was helpful while he recovered. What was odd was that fact that Roy was usually loved to share all the stupid and cheesey pictures with Jason trying to get a rise out of him, which he was very good at to a level unmatched by anyone else. But judging by the point he was in the pages, he hadn’t just started and he had been quiet which was another sign.
“Do you need to go back to the hospital?” Jason asked bluntly, already trying to think where he left his keys.
Roy looked up and tilted his head slightly. “No.” He paused thinking for a moment. “No. Why?”
Jason pointed at the magazine. “That.”
“Are you threatening me?” Roy asked slowly. It wasn’t uncommon for Jason to threaten him, he just usually did it in more creative ways.
“What? No.” Jason exclaimed with a sigh, getting nowhere. “It’s just usually you’re always trying to drive me nuts when you read those and wave your ring around like an idiot.”
“Well that’s because I can’t.” Roy said trying to make it sound like a laugh, but Jason could hear the pull at his words. But he watched as Roy held up his broken hand, it was then Jason realized that there was no ring on the finger. “I guess it broke off when I broke my wrist.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “That’s why people don’t propose with cereal box prizes.”
Roy looked down at his ringless finger. “Yeah I guess so. It was fun while it lasted but I guess this means you’re off the hook for the proposal.”
“Finally.” Jason exclaimed, wishing he could be a bit more excited. It would have been a lot more victorious if Roy wasn’t trying so hard to keep the smile on his face. It was moments like this Jason really wished he couldn’t read Roy as well as he could. “I’m thinking this calls for Victory Burgers, I’ll even buy. The usually?”
The smile on Roy’s face grew a little less sad. “Yeah, with extra fries.”
Jason laughed, “I know to get you extra fries, otherwise you eat half of mine.”
“Yours always taste better.” Roy said as Jason rolled off the bed.
“Yeah well you’re an idiot.” Jason said, too preoccupied with finding his shoes to think of a good retort.
The burger shop should have only taken a half an hour, but the side detour to the grocery store on the way extended it by a half an hour. When Jason got home an hour later, Roy had managed to move himself from their bedroom to the couch with the same magazine spread out on his lap. Jason dropped the burgers on the coffee table, handing Roy’s to him so he wouldn’t have to jostle his ribs too much. The burger, fries and milkshake seemed to put Roy into a better mood, not that he was too surprised knowing full well a milkshake and waffle cut fries were the way to Roy’s heart.
After dinner, Jason took the wrappers to the kitchen and dumped them into the trash but also grabbed the two boxes out of his bag. Putting on in each of his back pocket he walked back to the living room where Roy was sitting. “So since you have been not an asshole for a whole day I picked you up something while I was out.”
“It better not be more food.” Roy groaned rubbing his stomach. “Even I have my limits on food.”
“Its not.” Jason said, pulling his arms behind his back. “Pick a hand.”
Roy eyed him suspiciously, “You’re not going to punch me are you?”
“Oh my god” Jason exclaimed exasperated, “why would I punch you?” His eyes narrowed. “Should I punch you?”
“No.” Roy said quickly. “You just usually don’t do surprises.”
“Just pick a hand before I change my mind and punch you.”
Roy thought for a moment before pointing at his right hand. That seemed to amuse Jason who let out a laughed and brought his hand forward and turned his hand palm up. Sitting in his hand was a small plastic mood ring that he had to go through three cereal boxes in the car to find. It was worth it to watch as realization of what was in front of Roy as his face went from cautious to excited to soft to something Jason couldn’t put his finger on as Roy slowly reached out and went and grabbed the ring, placing it on his good hand.
Looking from the ring to Jason, Roy grinned wider than Jason could recall. “I can’t believe you got me another ring.”
“Yeah well…” Jason said, unsure what to say next. “You seemed to miss it.”
“Yeah. I did.” Roy agreed, looking down at his ring before looking up at Jason. “What would I have got if I picked other hand?”
Jason took a deep breath before holding out a small wooden box, holding it out for Roy. Roy stared at the box, unsure of what to make for it. Instead he took it into his hands turning the smooth wood in his hand before noticing the hinges. As soon as he cracked open the box Roy let out a gasp as he dropped the box quickly as if he had been burned. Luckily Jason had been there to catch the box and keep it upright so the titanium ring stayed nestled between the red velvet in the box. The ring wasn’t overly flashy, but it had two small red rubys at the top between an engraved arrow, which Jason couldn’t fully decide if that was cheesy or not. Judging by the look Roy’s face it wasn’t cheesy at all.
In fact, Roy looked like he was having trouble breathing, and not just because of his broken ribs. Instead his eyes kept moving from the box to Jason who looked like he was waiting for his report card. “What? I...is that?” Roy asked, trying to find the words for what he was looking at.
“Marry me?” Jason said, followed shortly by, “fuck I was supposed to do that on one knee.”
Roy grabbed him before he could finish kneeling, and pulled him towards him in a long kiss. “Fuck yes.” He muttered against Jason’s lips.
“Thank god.” Jason said, reaching out and taking the mood ring off Roy’s hand and replaced it with his new ring.
Roy held his hand up, watching the way the ring glistened in the light. “When the hell did you get this done?” Trying to think of a time recently that Jason could have had time to go out and get a ring designed.
“About three weeks before I gave you the mood ring.” Jason said, rubbing his neck trying not to look at Roy who burst out laughing. “Well I mean I wasn’t sure if you were going to say yes. I thought it would be a safe way to test if you were interested in a non joking way.”
“You’re an idiot,” Roy laughed, dragging him in for another kiss. “But you know this means we actually have to plan a real wedding now.”
Jason groaned. “Yeah...we don’t have to invite our families right?”
“Of course not.” Roy placated, knowing there was no way either of their families would let that happen. “Though we should take a selfie to send to Dick.”
“Do we have to?” Jason asked.
Roy shrugged. “I mean it might blow his mind.” Then he added. “If you do it, we can go make out like horny teenagers.”
Jason grabbed his phone. “You’re the worst.”
“But I’m yours.” Roy said, placing a kiss on Jason’s cheek as he snapped the picture with his hand held up against his own cheek.
“Yeah yeah...you’re mine.” Jason said as he sent out the photo to all his contacts with the caption ‘my idiot fiance’ before clicking the phone off knowing that when he turned it on he would have hundreds of messages from just about everyone they knew. But Roy was smiling at him as he played with the ring on his finger. Things were never easy with Roy, but even the complicated bullshit and arguing parts were worth it with Roy. And yeah, there was going to be a huge world wind of their familes, and planning a stupid wedding, and trying to live happily ever that it was going to be a nightmare, but if it meant Jason got to do it with Roy it would at least be slightly less terrible. There was nobody else Jason would rather spend his life with and has he leaned forward and pressed his lips into Roy’s he hoped his kiss said all of that.
Note: One more chapter to go...I have most of it writen out already.
Summary:
“I don’t know what you mean by torturing him.” Roy said, munching on the last of his fries.
Dick rolled his eyes. “He’s going to murder you in your sleep one night, you know that right.”
“So how long do you think you can keep torturing Jason?” Dick asked slurping down his milkshake. The two had plans to talk about a case Dick was working, though that conversation lasted a whole five minutes before they got distracted by the latest gossip. It was probably for the best that Jason suddenly disappeared when Roy asked if Jason wanted to join them for lunch. Not that Roy had planned for Jason to accept the invite, but it was always amusing to see how he tried to get out of the meal. So far Jason’s best attempt involved fire, a replica popemobile, and the Spice Girls.
“I don’t know what you mean by torturing him.” Roy said, munching on the last of his fries.
Dick rolled his eyes. “He’s going to murder you in your sleep one night, you know that right.” He said very seriously, or at least as serious as Dick could be with milkshake on his chin.
“Oh I think you underestimate his love for me.” Roy teased. And to be fair, he did have a point. Jason had a very low tolerance for people at the best of times but somehow Roy and all his schemes were tolerated to the point of begrudging amusement.
“I think you underestimate his love of shooting things.” Dick pointed out.
“If he was going to shoot me it would have been after I brought him some wedding dresses to try on.”
Dick’s jaw dropped and Roy took that opportunity to steal one of Dick’s fries. “Please tell me you didn’t. Actually, no. Please tell me you got pictures. Lots of pictures that you would be willing to share.” There was a gleeful look in Dick’s eye.
“You think I was actually able to get him in the dresses?” Roy asked raising his eyebrow. “Nah, though he did convince me to try them on.” He said, dipping the pilfered fry in the ketchup. “Though he told me there was no way either of us would wear white.”
“Well he has a point.” Dick hummed in agreement. “You know, now that I think of it, maybe he will go through with this whole wedding thing.”
“Nah,” Roy said softly, fidgeting with the ring on his finger. “I mean let’s face I don’t think we were even dating. Or are dating.”
“Hey,” Dick said getting serious. “Did you two ever...you know...talk about this sorta thing?”
Roy just shrugged, “Talking may work in your relationships but Jason and I aren’t really talkers. Talking usually either ends up with someone in handcuffs.”
“Part of me wants to ask if you mean jail wise or kinky wise.” Dick mused slowly. “But I’m thinking either way I really don’t want to know.”
“I don’t know, some of those stories are pretty epic.” Roy teased.
“Your my best friend, and he’s my brother...I am sure I don’t want to know.” Dick exclaimed, covering his eyes as if it would block out the mental image that his brain was creating. Though Roy was pretty sure whatever his brain was thinking wouldn’t even scratch the surface of some of their stories.
Roy laughed, “Well if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Or Jason, I’m sure he’d love to tell you about the time-”
Dick stuck his fingers in his ears, “La La La I can’t hear you.” A few patrons of the diner turned to look at the pair.
Roy held up his hands in defence, “Fine, I’ll let you win this one. But only because you’re my future in-law and I think I’m supposed to kiss up to you or something like that.” He said pointing to the ring with was a bright green at the moment.
“If that is true please come over for dinner one night. I’d love to see you tell Bruce about these stories.” Dick joked slightly.
“Hey I’m trying to be nice, not suicidal. If that happened we’d never get to the wedding.” Roy said, knowing fully well if that happened Jason might just tell a few of those stories just to spite Bruce. And if that happened there was no way Roy would want to be in the same state as him let alone the same room.
“So you want there to be a wedding?” Dick pestered.
Roy grabbed the last of Dick’s fries and chucked one at him. “You do realize weddings require two people right?”
Dick opened his mouth but before he could say anything else his phone beeped. “Shit, that’s work.”
“Go, it's my turn to buy anyway.” Roy said, waving his hand dismissively. “The world needs you do go catch all the mall flashers.”
Dick laughed as he stood and put his phone in his pocket. “You know usually when I hear there is a flasher I always feel like it's going to be you.” He said leaning down and giving Roy a peck on the cheek.
“You wish you were that lucky.” Roy teased.
Dick turned to leave, only stop at the edge of the booth to look back and add. “Stop fucking with my brother.”
“I like fucking your brother.” Roy yelled back before realizing he might have said that loud enough for the whole diner to hear. Dick must have planned that because he laughed the whole way to the door. Roy now felt less bad about Jason tricking him into watching Human Centipede with them.
Leaning over, Roy waved down the waitress for the check. As much as he hated to admit it, Dick was right. He really needed to stop torturing Jason over this. Last thing he needed to do was over play the joke to the point of losing his best friend over it. Maybe he would do one last gag, like a bachelor party or cake tasting before he let Jason off the hook. Either one of those options could be a lot of fun. Strippers or cake, that was the best kind of decision to make. Roy was sure if he thought long enough he would be able to fit those two into one. Maybe strippers popping out of a cake. Yeah that could be a great-
Pairing: Jared Kleinman/Connor Murphy, Evan Hansen & Jared Kleinman Friendship
Summary: Jared finds out about Evan trying to read Connor's favorite books. Once Jared finds out about the books that were listed he has a strong opinion on the validity of the list. Turns out there is a reason Jared might have a strong opinion on the list of books.
“Psh do you know how much a person’s taste could change in four years? There is no Stephen King, no Unwind series, no Fun Home. Do you know how excited he was when I gave him Fun Home?”
“I get that...I mean…” Evan paused tilting his head slightly. “What do you mean you?”
It was Saturday night and Jared had found himself at Evan for a sleepover under the pretense that his parents were going to allow him to go away for spring break if he did. Of course at this point Evan had figured that Jared was all talk and no bite but if that is what he needed to say to make himself feel better it was only Evan’s feelings getting hurt and not any of the walls Jared built up for his castle. Plus Evan’s mom was always gone so they were mostly able to do whatever they wanted which was usually watching horror movies, because Jared loved making Evan jump, which was much better than Jared’s house which was filled with far too many siblings and parents.
The two had gone up to Evan’s room to grab a few things before starting the movie when Jared noticed a book sitting split down the middle on Evan’s bookshelf. “Why the fuck are you reading Ready Player One?” Jared asked, dropping onto Evan’s bed, flipping through the pages aimlessly. “That’s not your kind book. Trying to get into a girls pants?”
Evan let out a squeak out as he reached for the book. “Hey, um, no, just give it back.”
Jared turned his back to Evan laughing. “Oh come on. Just tell me. What is she ugly or something.”
“No! I mean no. I mean there isn’t a girl.” Evan tried to explain as he tried to reach around and grab the book from Jared who seemed determined to keep it out of reach.
“Oooh a boy? I knew it!” Jared cackled as he turn as he read from the pages. “‘I was in love with her. I could feel it, deep in the soft, chewy caramel center of my being.’ Dude what kind of nerd are you trying to hook up with?”
“I’m not trying trying to hook up with anyone!” Evan shrieked, his face turning bright red.
“Well why else would you read this book?” Jared asked, tipping his glasses forward. “Don’t you usually stick with those happy romance movies?”
“Okay fine. You want to know why I’m reading this book-”
“-I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
“I found a list of Connor Murphy’s favorite books from the eighth grade and I though, maybe if I read them…” Evan trailed off when he noticed at Jared was staring at him with the most unreadable expression on his face. It was unsettling to say the least, Jared Kleinman was known for being very open with his expressions, something Evan was usually grateful for since it made him easy enough to read. “Can you say something...please?”
Instead Jared just started laughing. It started as a light chuckle that worked its way up to a full body laugh. “That’s the lamest thing I’ve heard in awhile.”
“It’s not lame.” Evan said quietly, pushing his hands into his pockets, “It’s just...after everything...I don't know I thought it was a way to get to know him.”
“Seriously? You thought you could get to know the school freak through a book list from the eighth grade.” Jared laughed, though they were slowly dying down. “Can I see the list?”
“You’re just going to laugh at me.” Evan said, though he made his way over to the desk where he had keep the journal he had found the list in.
“Oh I don’t need this list to do it.” Jared said sitting up on the bed and snatching the list from him. Evan took this opportunity to grab the book Jared had discarded and place it on the shelf opposite the bed before turning back to Jared who seemed to actually be studying the list intently.
When Jared hadn’t said anything for a few minutes, Evan asked. “So...what do you think?”
“Same as before. It’s bullshit.” Jared laughed leaning back. “Come on, half of these aren’t favorite type books but books you just put them on a favorites list because you read them recently. I mean John Grisham is on the list. John Grisham!”
“I don’t know? He could have liked John Grisham. I don’t know what he would have liked. Nobody does, that’s why I’m trying.” Evan tried to explain. “After everything we did, I kind feel like I owe it to him.”
“We?!” Jared said jumping off the bed.
“I...everything I did.” Evan tried to cover himself. “It’s not much, but it’s the best thing I can think of.”
“Psh do you know how much a person’s taste could change in four years? There is no Stephen King, no Unwind series, no Fun Home. Do you know how excited he was when I gave him Fun Home?”
“I get that...I mean…” Evan paused tilting his head slightly. “What do you mean you?”
“It was the royal you stupid. Like I’d have anything to do with Hot Topic.” Jared said quickly. “Did you start your English homework?”
“No, you said you gave him Fun House?” Evan said slowly as if each word was a mystery. “And how would you know what books he read?”
Jared stared for a moment, his hands curling around the journal in his hand, the pages curling up in his hands. “Look you need to clean out your ears, you got dirt in there or something. Now did you start the English homework or not because-”
“Jared!” Evan cried, reaching out but hesitating before grabbing Jared’s wrists. “I just -I mean I don’t -I mean -did you ever talk to Connor?”
“No. I mean, fuck you, why would I hang out with the lost Fall Out Boy?” Jared said, his words started strong but turned to a whisper with each word.
“Jared-” Evan started.
“-I mean it's not like we did a lot of talking.” He cut in, his eyes focused just behind Evan. Not wanting to look down, but not willing to meet his eye.
Evan sucked in a breath, staring at Jared with wide eyes. “W-what do you mean by-”
“I used to spend a lot of time with his tongue in my mouth.” Jared said, tossing his hands in the air frantically and looking at Evan for the first time in awhile. “Happy?”
Evan felt his knees start to shake as he sat himself on the chair next to his desk. “Jared, that’s not a funny joke. I mean-”
“Yeah…” Jared cut him off and Jared turned to look at Evan. “Right I was just making a funny joke. That’s what I’m good for…”
“Jared-” Evan tried to cut in but he couldn’t find the right words to finish the sentence.
“No I mean I was just pulling your leg, you’re so easy to mess with.” Jared laughed, but it wasn’t his usual laugh it was much tighter and his eyes stayed in the constant alert position.
Evan hovered awkwardly. He had a choice, he could either go with it or he could press on. “Yeah, yeah I’m easy to mess with.” Evan conceded. “I mean I’m sure you would have said something when it happened. Everyone else was taking advantage of his death, nobody would have questioned it.”
That seemed to be the right thing to say because Jared dropped the journal and slid back onto the bed. “Yeah, Of course. Unless you actually killed the dude.”
There was a moment of silence, Jared staring at Evan and Evan opening and closing his mouth, unsure what to say except. “Well it was a suicide? He killed himself?”
“Yeah...yeah he did.” Jared said slowly flopping back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. There room fell to silence and Evan was almost sure Jared had fallen asleep. “But I was the asshole who broke him.”
Evan felt shivers run up and down his spine at the cold tone of Jared’s voice. “I don’t think calling him school shooter-”
“I broke up with him.” Jared said coldly, sitting up to look Evan dead in the eye. He didn’t have the mischievous look on his face that he usually had when he messed with Evan, which was most of the time. No, this was cold and hard, he looked at Evan as if daring him to push his buttons.
“You, um, you, dated?” Evan said, trying to piece together what he was hearing. “I mean you -you dated -you dated Connor?!” Each phrase grew more and more frantic until he was shrieking. Suddenly he was very glad his mom picked up another shift.
“No.” Jared said quickly, his cold look fading. “Yes. I mean no we weren’t really dating. Defining that sort of thing is totally uncool.” He explained quickly before falling silent. “But I think he wanted to.” Evan wasn’t good with words but even he could hear the unspoken ‘I wanted to too’.
“Are you messing with me?” Evan asked, looking around to see if this was some kind of weird prank video Jared was trying to make for his amusement. When Jared didn’t answer he got up and sat next to him. It was only then he noticed the small track of tears behind Jared’s glasses, causing Evan to take a deep inhale of breath.
“We fought right before I went to camp and he went to rehab. I was so mad at him because I didn’t get what he actually wanted. I went a fucked some kid at camp because I was pissed.” Jared said trailing off. “It was stupid. And then I got stupider and told him when I got back. Less than a week later he was dead.”
“Jared-”
“Don’t,” Jared cut in, wiping his eyes sharply. “Now you know. You can go around telling everyone.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone.” Evan said, scooting closer to Jared while not quite touching him. “Though I mean I’m sure the Murphy’s would love to hear about this. I mean, it’s up to you, obviously.”
“‘Hey guys, I’m the reason your son killed himself wanna invite me in?’, yeah no thanks.” Jared mimicked, Evan winced. There was a silence as Jared flopped back on the bed, closing his eyes. “He did love me….I think.”
“Yeah.” Evan said unsurely but falling back on the bed next to Jared.
“I think...I think I love him too.” Jared confessed, his voice catching at the end. Evan didn’t know what to say, instead he just lay there next to Jared not moving. After a few moments Jared scooted closer, not overly close but just enough so their arms were touching. The two lay in silence until Jared’s breathing slowly steadied out followed by Evan. In the morning Evan would pointedly made a choice not to say anything about what was said. Though Evan made a point of adding the books Jared mentioned to his Amazon cart, knowing he may never know the real Connor, but at least someone might have.
Pairing: Rich & Jeremy Friendship, Jeremy/Michael, Rich/Jack
Summary: Jeremy can’t sleep so instead he and Rich talk.
“You make it sound like I was awful before.” Rich’s spat out, his lisp catching on the s sound.
“N-no I didn’t mean like that.” Jeremy said quickly. “I mean, y-you were pretty bad with the Squip but I mean I was j-just curious which parts were real.”
“A-are you scared?” Jeremy's voice crept out of the darkness, not even sure if Rich was awake. The room had been quiet for the past half hour except for the whirl of some of the machines occasionally, mostly from Rich’s side of the room. The lights had been turned off for at least an hour and with all the sleeping he had done lately Jeremy thought for sure the trend would continue for at least a few more days, or at least he had hoped that would be the case. It turns out his insomnia didn’t really care too much about exhaustion or sleep, at least anymore than it ever did before he had a Squip to be his own mental valium. The only downside was the Squip caused even more exhaustion than his insomnia ever did which was saying something due to all the tears he had cried trying to get himself to fall asleep when his head was being too loud in the emptiness of his room.
“Are you talking about of the dark.” Rich’s voice called back, and Jeremy if his heart racing was happiness that Rich was awake to talk with or lingering nerves reminding him this was the guy who tormented him for over a year. “I mean you can turn on a light if you want”
Jeremy was grateful for the cover of darkness to cover up what was probably a bright red face. “No I-I mean like of life without the Squip.” In his hands his fingers messed with the frayed edges of the hospital blanket hoping to distract himself from the current conversation.
“Nah...no…I mean I guess a little” Rich said, taking long pauses between each word, clearly trying to think of the most honest answer. In the past year of being tortured by Rich, Jeremy can’t remember him ever sounded as pensive as he did at this moment. “But like there’s a lot of me I missed.”
“Like what?” Jeremy asked,
“You make it sound like I was awful before.” Rich’s spat out, his lisp catching on the s sound.
“N-no I didn’t mean like that.” Jeremy said quickly. “I mean, y-you were pretty bad with the Squip but I mean I was j-just curious which parts were real.”
There was a long pause and Jeremy was starting to think Rich may have fallen back to sleep until he heard, “I like video games and doodling...I always used to doodle on my homework.” Rich said slowly, as if he was trying to think carefully. “And I had a dozen D and D books, but I mean I never played before because that required friends.” His voice trailed off as if remembering a story he didn’t want to think about
“I’ve never played before either.” Jeremy volunteered. “Maybe you could teach me.”
“Really?” Rich asked eagerly.
“Yeah could be fun.” And to his surprise, it did sound kind of fun. He had never really had any desire to play but people talked highly of it. Plus, it seemed to make Rich happy which Jeremy was surprised to find also made Jeremy a little happy. It wasn’t happy in the way pleasing people made him feel with the Squip, like he was was just adding a notch in his belt. No, this was more like the way he felt when he made Michael smile, like he was back in first grade getting a star for being something.
“Think Headphones would be willing to join us?” Jeremy rolled his eyes at the nickname on impulse.
“Maybe? You can ask him if you want?”
There was a snort on the other side of the room. “Aren’t you two pretty much married enough to speak for the other?”
“Pretty sure I fucked that up incredibly with this whole mess.” He sighed, gesturing to the room, even though Rich couldn’t see. “I can’t believe he can even look at me anymore.” Hell, Jeremy could barely look at himself anymore. Not that it was a new feeling for him, he had spent the past few years looking in the mirror and seeing every flaw that the Squip saw. Not strong enough, not funny enough, not brave enough, not enough...
“Dude I wish I had someone to look at me the way he looks at you.” Rich said firmly, bringing Jeremy out of his thoughts.
“I left him alone. I called him a loser.” Jeremy spat each word sounding more pained than the last. Even with Michael here, he could barely look at him without thinking those words. “I’m sure once he knows I’ll be okay he’ll be gone...I can’t even blame him.” He had one friend before the Squip, gained some friends, and now he was going to end it all alone. Not that he didn’t deserve to be alone.
“Hey, that’s nothing.” Rich said optimistically and Jeremy couldn’t tell if he was happy Rich was trying or sad that Rich had to try. “I burnt down my best friends house and caused him to break both his legs and holy shit!” The last part was shouted from the otherside of the room and caused Jeremy to jump.
Jeremy looked around, panicked. “W-what?” His mind was thinking every awful thing that could have happened.
There was a small moment of silence until he heard Rich squeak out, “Come over here and hug me.” In quick rambled words, his lisp standing out.
“What?” Jeremy asked, unsure of anything that Rich had just asked.
“Just do it.” Rich demanded, though he sounded shaky which had Jeremy climbing out of his bed. Reaching out, Jeremy steadied himself against the frame of the bed feeling his legs go weak under him. It wasn’t the first time today he’d cursed the Squip and most likely wouldn’t be the last, but it was at least nice to blame it for taking his energy rather than everything Jeremy loved. Still, Jeremy reached out and clung to the wall as a support as he shimmied along the wall until he was close enough to fall forward and land against Rich’s bed.
While he thought the biggest problem would be getting over to Rich’s bed without landing face front on the floor, now that he was here he realized this was the easy part. “How do I do this without hurting you?” He asked, eyeing Rich up and down at all the bandages wrapped around him.
Now that he was closer, he could see Rich crack a smile of that for some reason as he spread his arms to the side just slightly. “Just go right here.” He said nodding to the space on his chest.
“Okay.” Jeremy said as he carefully climbed onto the bed as slow as possible. Slowly he lowered himself onto Rich’s chest until the were flush against each other. When it didn’t seem like Rich was in pain, or going to find someone way to bring him into the bathroom and give him a swirly, Jeremy wrapped his arms around Rich as carefully as he could and rested his head on his shoulder. “So not that I don’t mind hugging you but why am I doing this?”
From under him, Jeremy could feel him take a deep breath. “You have to promise not to tell anyone. Except Headphones…you two seem married enough that you share anything.”
“Were not anything but yeah I promise.”
Rich let out an exaggerated groan. “I just realized I’m in love with Jake.”
“Wow.” Jeremy paused, “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“Is he-,” Jeremy hesitated, “you know.”
“Pan.”
“Well, then you have a chance.” Jeremy said encouraging wishing Michael was here. He was so much better at the whole comforting thing.
“I burnt down his house.” Rich said, each words more and more weighted down.
Yeah that’s not really a good start to a relationship.” Jeremy nuzzled down into Rich’s shoulder softly, letting his hair brush against Rich’s chin hoping that it was at least slightly comforting to know he was there.“
It seemed to work because he felt Rich rest his chin against Jeremy’s head. “Wanna sleep here tonight or would Headphones be jealous?”
Jeremy let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. If someone had told him back in August that he would be happy to share a bed, he would wonder what strain of pot Michael had got and if he could get some more. “People help my insomnia. And for the last time Michael and I are just friends.” Not to mention Michael was very familiar with his insomnia, having to deal quite often with a sleep deprived Jeremy.
“But you wish you were more than friends.” Jeremy felt himself tense up as he closed his eyes. “I mean come on I just told you I’m in love with Jake. I don’t even have anyone to tell.” Rich said with a kindness Jeremy didn’t think was possible from a guy who used to shove him into toilets.
“Michael is the best person I know.” Jeremy explained carefully, his eyes closed focusing on each word as he waited for Rich to start laughing. When he didn’t he added, “I realized a long time ago I could never be good enough for him.”
“That’s bullshit.” Rich exclaimed loudly causing Jeremy to wince.
“It’s true.” Jeremy said simply with a small shrug of his shoulder.. “I mean I accepted it long ago so it doesn’t really matter anymore.”
Jeremy could feel Rich attempt to move his arms to wrap around him just slightly despite all the bandages. “It matters to me.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my friend.” Rich explained as if it was the most obviously thing in the world.
“Really?” He couldn’t seem to keep the disbelief out of his voice.
“What you don’t want to be my friend?” Despite the confidence of the words, Jeremy could here the hurt in his voice. Jeremy was a master of knowing that crack in the words.
“N-no! No I mean it's just weird to be friends with someone who tortured you. Like I look at you and see the guy who shoved me into closets,” Jeremy explained quickly, fumbling over his words “B-but listening to you talk? It’s nice.”
That seemed to be the right thing to say because he felt Rich nuzzle the top of his head. “Yeah well if anyone tries to shove you in a closet now they’ll have to listen to me.”
“Thanks.” Jeremy said with a laugh, tightening his arms around Rich I’m glad I’m friends with you...the real you that is.”
“Stop being sentimental and go to sleep.” Rich laughed, nudging Jeremy with his chin but he could almost feel the smile on Rich’s face. Jeremy thought about moving away from Rich’s chest, but he figured if Rich didn’t tell him to move, it was fine with him. And if it wasn’t, closing his eyes for a few moments wouldn’t kill them.
——
“Where’s Jeremy?” Michael asked slightly alarmed at the empty bed that greeted him as he walked into the room holding a tray of brightly colored drinks
“Michael?” Jeremy said, his head poking out from under the pile of blankets on Rich’s bed. His hair seemed to curl in every single direction as he blinked owlishly at his best friend. “What are you doing here, aren’t you supposed to be at school?”
“And you’re supposed to be in your own bed.” Michael responded, his eyebrow raised. While Jeremy wasn’t sure, he was pretty sure that if Michael wasn’t holding a tray of drinks he would have his hands on his on his hip. Though there was another look in his eye, something dark that Jeremy couldn’t quite grasp, at least not this early in the morning and without loads of coffee with lots of sugar.
“Insomnia.” Jeremy said plainly with a slight shrug.
With that all of the judgement flooded from Michael’s face, after all the times he came to pick Jeremy up in the morning to find him crying in a closet about just wanting to sleep he knew how bad it could get. “Shit really? I thought the whole exhaustion thing would have covered it. You should have called a nurse.”
“Didn’t really feel like doing drugs.” Jeremy said grimly causing Michael to wince/
“Plus I’m a great cuddler.” Rich piped in happily, dropping his head on top of Jeremy’s who just snorted without looking up.
Michael paused a moment, staring right at the two of them with a small head tilt. “Right well I brought breakfast.” Michael explained, holding up the tray of brightly colored drinks. “Figured you’re picky and would end up not eating so I brought you a smoothie from that place you like. Got you one too Rich.”
“Man you’re amazing.” Rich said, “Like seriously. You know my penis isn’t burnt right?”
Jeremy turned bright red at that comment however Michael just blinked. “I did not. But I don’t think I needed to know that.” He turned to Jeremy, setting the drinks on the nightstand next to Rich’s bed and offering his arm out to Jeremy. “Now I think you should get back to your own bed.”
“Thanks Michael.” Jeremy said, allowing Michael to help grabbing his elbow and guiding him out of the bed. Jeremy moved, wrapping himself around Michael who slowly guided him across the room in a half hug. “You know you’re my favorite person.” Jeremy added sincerely as he sat back down on the bed.
“That’s really gay.” Rich pointed out.
“Keep it up Rich and you’re not going to get anymore treats.” Michael scolded as he walked back to grab the drinks, but still held one out to Rich before taking the other back to Jeremy.
“Seriously though, you’re way too good for me.” Jeremy said, taking a long sip from his smoothie. He hadn’t realized how long it had been that he had something that wasn’t a stupid protein shake the Squip insisted he drink or the awful hospital replacement food.
“I know.” Michael said, pleased. “I also know you’d die without me.”
“That’s true.” Jeremy agreed with a smile, which made Michael laugh. A warmth spread through his chest.
Michael looked at his phone and gave a quick swear. “I have to get to class, I already missed first period. But text me if you need me. For whatever reason. Oh wait you don’t have a phone. Call your dad to text me. Or just call me, I’ll put my phone on vibrate, detention be damned. I got sneak level 100, I can get out of that.” He struck a video game style pose which name Jeremy laugh.
“Okay. You’re the best” Jeremy agreed knowing full well Michael probably would drop everything if Michael asked, which is why he wouldn’t do that.
“You know it.” Michael said, leaning in and giving Jeremy a quick kiss on the forehead.
“Give Jake a smack on the ass for me.” Rich requested.
Michael paused in the doorway. “I will not be doing that.” He said with a laugh giving Jeremy one last smile before retreating down the hall.
Note: Oh wow it took me less than a year to post this...I’m getting better at this. Also note I even have the rest figure out. Though there may or may not be a follow up.
Summary: Jason just wanted to eat some cereal not explain to a grown man that a mood ring is not an engagement ring.
“You know,” Roy said, his head rolling over to look at Jason. “I’m kinda thinking maybe we should get a wedding singer for our wedding. Do you think we can get one that looks like Adam Sandler?”
It was Friday night, and for some odd reason that had become movie night for Roy and Jason. Jason wasn’t even sure when they started the tradition or when he started to actually look forward to their quiet Friday night tradition. It wasn’t even a causal enjoyment but rather something that he looked forward to all week. Usually if he was in charge of picking the movies he would spend all week thinking of what horror, and he did mean horror, he was going to put Roy through that week. If he was in charge of picking out the food he would go back and forth about where to get take out from and always planned on getting some sweet treat that he would pretend he just casually saw on the way home and absolutely did not order in advance.
This Friday it as Jason’s turn to bring the takeout, in this case tacos with tres leche cake from the new bakery on the corner that Roy keep talking about trying. They had spread a large blanket across the floor of the living room and stacked pillows against the couch as almost a makeshift picnic. In the middle of the blanket was Jason’s seriously outdated laptop that Tim begged him to let him upgrade every single time he stopped by. But they had Roy’s larger desktop that they used for actual work, the laptop was more for watching stupid animal videos on nights where both of them were too caffeinated to actually sleep.
“Remind me again why we are having movie night on the floor with a laptop instead of on the couch with the TV?” Jason asked as he poured some more salsa on his taco.
“Don’t you remember last Sunday you knocked it over and snapped the cord?” Roy remind him, entering the room with a rather large stack of movies.
“I thought you were going to fix it?” Jason said as Roy sat down spreading out his collection of movies next to him.
Roy laughed. “I’m so glad you have total faith in my handy man abilities, I know that’s why you’re marrying me.” Jason gave him a pointed look, which just made Roy laugh harder. It wasn’t worth his breath to remind him they were engaged every time he brought it up. “But no, I was busy picking out the movies for this week. So we will have to do this the old fashioned way.”
“I’m pretty sure the TV is the old fashioned way,” Jason reminded him. “So if it took you all week does that mean you came up with something that would top my night of The Room and The Disaster Artist?” That was a night Jason was quite proud of, awful movies that Roy and him spent the whole time mocking ruthlessly.
Giving a small bow of his head, “I will never be able to beat your mastery” Roy conceded. “But I offer you a choice of five movies.”
“I get a choice?” Jason asked, narrowing his eyes, “Why? What’s the catch?”
“You brought me cake?” Roy responded with more of a question. “I thought it would be fun? I love you? Take your pick.”
Jason rolled his eyes at Roy, “What are my options?”
“Okay so here we go.” He said gleefully spreading out five boxes before him. “We got Wedding Crashers, Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates, Four Weddings and a Funeral, The Wedding Singer, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding.”
Jason let out a groan. He should have known there would be a catch. “Do you have anything without the word ‘wedding’ in it.” Spitting out wedding like it was a curse word, and not one of the fun ones like fuck or shit.
“Nope.” Roy said far too cheerfully for someone who ruined Jason’s favorite night of the week.
It was a toss up between trying to out stubborn Roy by being silent or picking a movie and getting it over with. It was times like these Jason really hated that Roy was almost as much of a stubborn bastard as him. “Fine.” Jason said drawing it out. “I guess The Wedding Singer.”
It was also times like these Jason really wanted to hit the smug grin off his face as he put in the movie. “You know I didn’t expect you to go for the down right romantic comedy. I like seeing this side of you.”
“Next week I’m renting the Human Centipede and I’m going to lock my door that night so you can suffer.” Jason swore but there was very little heat behind the words. Roy could easily take off his door in the dark, or at least that's the excuse Jason would give when he didn’t lock his door because the Human Centipede thing was definitely happening.
“Whatever you say Jaybird.” Roy said, as he put the movie in and leaned over Jason to grab a taco. “For now we have a night of lovely wedding movies to watch.”
Four tacos later and an hour later, the two had moved onto the cake. Not bothering to actually cut it, the two each just casually dipped their fork into the giant cake between the two of them. It saved time on dishes, or at least that was Roy’s suggestion and after all the tacos it didn’t sound bad.
“You know,” Roy said, his head rolling over to look at Jason. “I’m kinda thinking maybe we should get a wedding singer for our wedding. Do you think we can get one that looks like Adam Sandler?”
“No,” Jason said plainly before turning back to the movie.
“I guess they don’t have to look like Adam Sandler.” Roy mused.
“We are not hiring a wedding singer because we’re not getting married.” Jason said not taking his eyes off the movie. “Maybe if you’re nice and stop mentioning this wedding stuff I’ll get you one for your birthday.”
“Absolutely not.” Roy said, putting his hand to his chest. “I mean I think a wedding singer would be funny but if you want a DJ I’m okay with that too. After all, it is your wedding too.”
“No its not.” Jason said firmly.
“Sure it is.” Roy said leaning into Jason, resting his head on his shoulder and looking up with a shit eating grin. “After all, all I care about is marrying you. I’d be find doing it in a dump with seagulls as our witnesses.”
“Keep holding your breath.” Jason muttered, trying to shrug Roy off his shoulder only to have it come back like a boomerang. After a second attempt he figured it wasn’t worth the effort.
As the movie got near the end Jason felt like adding. “Shit like this is why you’re better off with a DJ.”
“Then we will get a DJ.” Roy hummed, his eyes closed as he leaned against Jason’s arm.
“We’re not getting married.” Jason reminded him.
“Tell that to the DJ I’m hiring.” Roy teased followed by a groan. Roy was definitely going to be subjected to Human Centipede need week. Maybe he could convince Roy to invite Dick to join them, it would look less suspicious if Roy did the inviting.
Note: Sorry this took so long....I was had to keep changing things so my ideas didn’t overlap with my Mood Ring series. I wasn’t sure what you were hoping for this but I hope I got something you like (also I’ll probably edit this more later when its not 4am)
“We don’t have to do this.” Jason said, his arms crossed across his chest. “We can just go back to bed and tell them you weren’t ready.”
“Are you trying to get me back to bed because you don’t want to go or because you want to have your wicked way with me?” Roy asked, buttoning up his shirt as Jason glared at each button.
“Yes.” Jason answered, not bothering to note which he was replying to. “Oliver didn’t invite me to your funeral. And you don’t even like Bruce.”
“Are you seriously going with that?” Roy asked, raising his eyebrow and smirking knowing full well his husband had better retorts than that. “And I like your brothers, and Dinah.”
Jason grumbled as he stalked over and gave Roy a kiss. “You need to stop liking things. It’s annoying.”
Roy laughed, “I liked you.”
“And look where we are now. About to have an awkward dinner with both our families.” This caused Roy to laugh harder. “I don’t know what you find so funny.”
“How about you stop thinking of this as an interrogation and more of a chance to rub our awesome marriage in everyone’s face?” Roy suggested, leaning in for a slow kiss. “Because not even death could keep us apart.”
“Yeah, I’m going to have to hire a better hitman next time.” Jason said, with no real heat. “But if I’m putting up with this we’re getting ice cream on the way home.”
“Really? I didn’t know that all I had to do was stop off for some ice cream sundaes to get you to play nice.”
“I never said anything about sundaes, I was thinking to take home for later.” Jason said, looping his fingers through Roy’s belt loops and pulling him closer.
“You keep doing that and we’re going to be late.” Roy warned.
And so they were late to dinner, but Jason happily filled everyone in on why much to Dinah and Dick’s amusement and the horror of everyone else especially Bruce and Oliver who seemed to pale much to Jason’s glee. Roy seemed equally amused as he dragged Jason by the hand to the table, sitting down next to Dick who gave them both a big grin. Jason wanted to wipe that smile off his face and leaned over to give Roy a long kiss that was only slightly more mature than sticking his tongue out at Dick. Of course rather than annoy Dick it seemed to only make his smile wider. Jason would have been more annoyed but it wasn’t like there was a bad reason to kiss his husband, especially after all those months of not having husband.
Dinner itself was some of the most uncomfortable small talk Jason had to ever endure to the point where he was thankful Dick was there to mediate between Oliver and Bruce who seemed to both want to talk about their recent successes. Normally Jason would gladly tune out the conversation but every time he tried Roy would nudge him with a look that said ‘if I have to listen to this you do too’, which really wasn’t too fair since actually going through with this dinner was Roy’s idea. And more importantly it wasn’t Jason’s fault Dick kept trying to drag Roy into the conversation, clearly missing talking with one of his friends.
As the plates were being cleared Bruce cleared his throat, “You two seem...happy together.” Bruce said as it each word pulled a tooth from his mouth. “Therefore, I’d like to pay for your wedding.”
“Wait what wedding?” Jason said, turning to Roy, automatically assuming this was one of his crazy ideas only to find him equally confused.
“Absolutely not!” Oliver said just below a shout. “We will pay for the wedding. Star City has some beautiful venues. Dinah and I have already started looking.” Oliver added looking at Dinah for backup just to have her shrug and give Roy and sympathetic smile.
“Why pay for a venue when the manor is plenty large for a wedding? Unless that’s what the boys want.” Bruce said, all eyes turned to the boys in question.
Roy cocked his head to the side. “Sorry, but what the fuck is going on? Did someone slip something into my food?”
“No dumbass.” Jason said fondly. “I told you we should have just stayed in bed though.”
“After all you two have been through you both deserve a nice wedding.” Oliver tired.
“Uh.” Roy said looking at Jason for backup only to have him just raise an eyebrow with a smirk. He was clearly enjoying his I told you so moment. “Ollie...you do realize I’m already married right? Like that happened before I died, which I mean is the only reason you have not to have invited my husband to my funeral. So if you did know you might not want to mention it.” He said and Jason gave a snort.
“Yes, Damian gladly filled us in on the fact that you two had a ceremony.” Bruce said begrudgingly. “That being said, it was not an official wedding.”
“We’re both dead at this point I don’t think official really matters.” Jason pointed out, grabbing Roy’s hand under the table.
“I could hack in and make it legitimate.” Tim said, adding his two cents to the conversation.
“What does that matter?” Roy ask, looking around the table. “We had a great wedding, said we would love each other to death and beyond, went home, and had take out.”
“Is that a euphemism?” Dick asked.
“Please don’t answer that. I’m too young to drink and I’m already done with this whole evening.” Damian pleaded, glaring at Dick for even asking. Dick just shrugged sheepishly, at least he seemed to care about not corrupting Damian enough not to push it though he was expecting a number of phone calls and text about it later.
“But-” Oliver started.
“No. We’re married. We’re happy. We’re going to go get ice-cream.” Roy said standing up, pulling Jason up with him.
Jason just beamed proudly before kissing his husband and dragging him out of the room, subtlety giving the middle finger behind him.
Later, after the ice-cream and the activities that followed the two laid in bed, Roiy curled around Jason like a cat while Jason ran his fingers through Roy’s hair. “You know,” Roy said, “It wouldn't be the worst idea to have Tim hack in and make our wedding official…”
“I know.” Jason sighed. “I’ll text him tomorrow, see if he’ll do it. He’ll probably make us go on a double date in return.”
“Hmmm, might be worth it.” Roy mused sleepily.
“Yeah…then I’ll have proof your ass is mine.” Jason teased. “That sounded dirtier than I intended.”
“Eh still works.” Roy said, turning over and placing a gentle kiss on Jason chin. “I love you Mr. Roy Harper.”
“And I love you Mr. Jason Todd.” Jason laughed, turning off the light and wrapping his arms around his husband before slipping off to sleep.
Okay so I’ll admit I just joined on this hype train like 3 years late so I have no idea if this already exists but here we go!
So like after in the post SQUIP world the Squip Squad becomes the best squad ever because they all know what its like to have a Squip in their head...except Micheal. So Micheal is super chill already, but sometimes the rest of the squad has these moments where they all bond over the incident and its kinda reminds him of what its was like when Jeremy left him. Eventually the squad realizes their Micheal is having these sad moments and decide that they are just going to have to show him how much they love him.
This may or may not stem from the idea that Brooke and Micheal would be adorkable friends. I feel like she would totally be down to get stoned with him in his basement (which makes Chloe and Jeremy kinda weirded out because...wth that’s random). Of course that could always turn into a cute Pinkberry and Boyf riends fanfic.
Note: Just testing this out here. I don’t know why I’m writing a superpower Letterkenny soulmate fanfic but here we are. Plus I needed to do something for Valentine’s day. I will say the next chapter will be Reilly and Jonesy.
Summary: Gifted people aren’t that weird in Letterkenny, and Katy is certainly gifted. If only people could get their heads out of their asses and just do as she says everyone would be a lot happier
Sometimes, when she was younger she tried to touch the ends of her brother’s puffy clouds only to have her fingers slip right through them. That was when she learned that what she saw wasn’t physical, it had to be a gift.
Katy didn’t know when she first developed her power, she reckoned she had it her whole life. People in Letterkenny acknowledged that there were gifted people that walked among them, but it wasn’t good business to go poking their nose in other people’s business so everyone had a strict don’t ask don’t tell policy. While he never said anything, she knew Wayne had some strength power and she was fairly sure Darry had a power associated with speed, and if asked, Katy would have no qualms telling Wayne about her gift even though she was pretty sure he’d hate it. But Wayne was too polite to ask and Katy was glad because she could never lie to Wayne but her power wasn’t as easy to explain as super strength.
For Katy, every person she met had a glow outside of themselves that varied from person to person. When she was younger, she had believed that this represented each person's personality, her mother a strong dark blue, the color of the deepest part of a lake with strong ripples echoing out, her father a murky green like the moss that had grown under a rock with the same curvy wisps, and her big brother a grayish blue, like the color of the sky before a storm but soft around the edges spread out soft like clouds. Sometimes, when she was younger she tried to touch the ends of her brother’s puffy clouds only to have her fingers slip right through them. That was when she learned that what she saw wasn’t physical, it had to be a gift.
Up until the first grade she never thought too much about the colors that she saw a stormy grey blue but on another boy bouncing a bright rubber boy against the wall. The boy had curly blonde hair and was definitely not her brother, which puzzled Katy. Wandering over, she eyed the boy up and down before smacking the ball back against the wall without a word. The boy looked phased for just a moment before having to decide between asking a question and getting hit in the face with the ball or hitting it back. He chose to hit the ball and Katy decided right then he was worth her time. For the rest of the lunch break they spent hitting the ball back and forth in silence.
“What’s your name?” Katy asked, handing the ball back to the kid
“Darry.” The boy said, sticking the ball under his arm.
“You should come home with me tomorrow.” Katy declared as they walked back towards the classrooms.
“Alright.” Darry agreed, Katy always liked people who agreed with her.
True to his word, Katy found Darry waiting outside her class after school, Pokemon backpack thrown over his shoulder. Katy wasn’t sure what her goal was with this until the two of them met Wayne waiting by the fence. “Hi.” Was all Wayne had to say and Katy watched as the soft clouds that surrounded the two boys spread, enveloping the two with a brightness that neither of them had before. It was in that moment Katy understood, it was never auras or personalities, it was love like all the super cheesy princess movies that most her female classmates were into with their backpacks and Velcro shoes.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Wayne asked, raising his eyebrow at her, something he had just picked up doing.
Katy just smiled. “No reason. Lets go feed the dogs.” Which was always their code for handing out in the barn. Without waiting for an answer she trotted off towards the barn leaving the two no choice but to follow after her.
As he was leaving that night Katy heard Wayne ask. “You coming back tomorrow?
“Alright.”
And Katy grinned, because the power to make her brother happy was the best power she could have been gifted, with the exception of flight because who wouldn’t want to fly.
Note: Oh look its been three years since I’ve updated but here I am...back in JayRoy hell. I lost all my notes but I’m giving it another go
Summary: Jason just wanted to eat some cereal not explain to a grown man that a mood ring is not an engagement ring.
Jason had no idea how he ended up here, in a room full of people he didn’t know, wearing a suit and tie like some ‘proper kid’
Jason had no idea how he ended up here, in a room full of people he didn’t know, wearing a suit and tie like some ‘proper kid’. Actually that wasn’t true, he knew how he ended up here, Dick fucking Grayson. Like most mistakes in his life, this one could be traced back to Dick, though to be fair some of those mistakes were just him finding a way to blame Dick. Of course this actually was Dick’s fault, he had just stopped by to ask for the contact information for a client he and Roy were working with and somehow that had lead to Dick withholding the information unless he promised to come to some Wayne benefit. While this seemed like the easier way at the time, he was beginning to have second thoughts.
Really, he could have blamed Roy, who was also the one who said it would be easier plus then he could “bond with his brothers”. That should have been a clue that dying again might be preferable to this evening. So far he had spend most of the evening hiding in the back of the room with a glass of wine and a plate of hors d'oeuvre that he had swiped with Tim. Unfortunately for Tim he had been caught up by someone recognized one of the Wayne children and had dragged him off to dance with their daughter, and Jason didn’t dare intervene especially since it was so much more fun to watch Tim twirling some pretty blond girl as if he didn’t have a boyfriend waiting for him at home.
“Having fun?” Jason turned to see Dick standing next to him. Honestly he was surprised he was able to pull away, he was usually the star of these things. Good looks and a charming personality and enough money to make the world go round, that’s what they people thrived on.
“Tim looks pretty miserable and I got a tray of food so I guess this could be worse.” Jason said with a shrug. Okay it wasn’t the worst way to spend the evening, in fact he’s pretty sure it would almost be fun if he had dragged Roy like he originally planned so they could make fun of all the insufferable rich people.
Dick laughed, “High praise coming from you. I’m surprised you didn’t try to drag Roy with you.”
“I don’t hate Roy enough to do that too him.” Jason said lightly, though that was exactly why he didn’t bring Roy. Roy may be able to rock a suit a little more than Jason would care to admit, but Roy wasn’t really a suit kind of guy which worked really well for Jason who would have loved to trade his slacks for jeans any day.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize Dick was staring at him with a huge grin on his face. “What?” He asked roughly. Dick happy never lead to good things, at least from Jason’s point of view.
Dick just threw his hands up in the air, “Nothing. Nothing at all.” There was a moment of silence between the two before Dick started again. “You look nice in that suit by the way.”
“That’s a very creepy thing to say.” Jason said popping one of the cheese hors d'oeuvre into his mouth.
“No it’s not, I’m just saying it’s nice to see you in something not your uniform.” Dick said. “So are you going to wear that to the wedding?” The cheese had been a bad idea because as soon as the word wedding was uttered, Jason started to choke. Dick slammed on his back until he was able to cough up the cheese of betrayal.
Jason coughed for a few more moments, taking a sip of the drink Dick offered, which both helped and hurt as it was more alcohol than anything else. Once he was able to recover he turned to look at Dick. “What wedding?”
“Yours and Roy’s? I don’t think choking and mess with your memory.” He teased.
“We are not getting married.” Jason said very slowly, hoping each word would drill it into Dick’s mind. He would also have to repeat this to Roy when he got home.
“Sure you are, Roy showed me his ring. Really thought you’d get him something classier than a mood ring.” Dick said with a shrug.
Jason growled. “Of course I’d get him something nice, if I actually proposed. But I didn’t. I just gave him a stupid cereal prize. I wasn’t even a good cereal prize.”
“Then why did he he get excited when I gave him those wedding magazines?”
“You gave him those.” Jason screeched, a few people turning to look at them, including Bruce who gave a stern look to which Jason really wanted to act out more.
Dick smiled and Jason was really ready to punch that smile off of his face. “Of course! I figured the sooner I get in on this wedding the better chance I have at being best man.”
“I hate you.” Jason said plainly. “And we’re not getting married. I’m out of here.” He said grabbing his jacket. No contact information was worth sitting around talking to Dick about wedding plans. There were limits to his sanity.
“Okay, I’ll message you the phone number.” Dick called after him. “And tell Roy country weddings are really in style right now.”
Jason couldn’t help but turning back just for one second. “We are not having a country wedding.”
“So you are having a wedding?” Dick said raising his eyebrow.
Either Jason was going to punch Dick or he needed to leave. While he knew it would be very satisfying to hit Dick, he knew that Roy would be less than pleased about it. So instead he turned and stormed out of the ballroom. It wasn’t until he got downstairs that he noticed that Dick had sent him the contact information he wanted, along with the number of a highly recommended wedding planner. He didn’t know what he was more mad about the fact that he had been sent a wedding planner for a wedding that wasn’t happening or the fact that Dick didn’t think he and Roy could plan their own wedding.
