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oreo-bixch · 3 years

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I need to air out my brain so have some of my

Timkon headcanons

Kon developed a crush first. He really tried not to, but just couldn't stop himself. It was out of his control, completely smitten before he could register it

Tim just thought of them as close friends. Ironic how he's so smart and yet so oblivious to his own feelings. It wasn't until Kon came out as bi that he took a step back and realized that it was strange just how happy he was to know Kon wasn't straight.

If it were Bart coming out he'd be like "hey, nice bro" but when Kon did it he found himself thinking "omg omg omg he likes guys?? He likes guys??? Omg I'm a guy, that means he could like me. Omg wow that's so wild wow...now wait a damn minute-"

It was about 3 months of mutual pining until they finally confessed

Altho they definitely told Cassie

Poor Cassie was itching to just tell them already but she swore she wouldn't, and she's a very reliable person, would literally take a secret to the grave. She spent 3 months sitting back watching Tim and Kon pine after each other while knowing how they felt. It was torture

Meanwhile Bart was oblivious lmao

Bart's a great friend but he's not so good with secrets. He's got a little problem where he speaks before he thinks

Finally Kon made the first move...well kinda

He was sooo ready to just tell Tim in person, and then he settled on maybe a phone call, actually no, a text might work better...or maybe he'll just wait another week

And so he decided to have Cassie do it for him, what can I say, our boy Kon is afraid of rejection

It's bad enough Clark didn't wanna be his dad, what if Tim didn't wanna be his bf? That'd be harsh

And so Cassie called Tim up one evening and spilled the beans, which was a huge relief for her, and Tim was pleasantly surprised

He was also freaking out

He didn't know what to do, he wanted to call Kon immediately and tell him that he felt the same way, that he wanted to be more than friends, to be boyfriends. But then he collected himself, decided he wanted to tell him in person. Someone's gotta put on the brave face

So he texted Kon, asked if he was free to hang out at the Manor, talk abt a little something that Cassie brought up.

Kon was so nervous but he agreed and the next day he went over to the Manor.

Usually Conner was really chill with the Batfam, the Manor was practically a second home, but this time he was hella awkward. Mans was nervous

But they sat down in Tim's bed and talked. They talked abt everything, how long they've felt that way, how much they've been wanting to tell each other, when they first knew, I mean everything.

Kon asked what this meant, what this made them? And Tim said whatever he wanted

Kon had come out just 3 months prior to this and in a way, this was Tim's coming out. It was all so new for them, and it was nerve-wracking and exciting and crazy. But they were ready, and so they decided they would be boyfriends

Idk I guess that's how it works but anyway

Cassie was sooo happy for them and could finally spill all the beans

"omg FINALLY!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS TO KEEP QUIET ABT IT ALL"

And then Bart's just there like

"wait, Cassie knew? You told Cassie but not me??" >:/

Either way their friends were super happy for them

Tim told the Batfam abt a week later and everyone was super supportive and sweet about it. The Batfam actually likes Conner so they were excited for them

Alfred saw it coming a mile away, but he's happy for Tim since Conner's a good kid. A little obnoxious but they're a good fit

Dick was so happy for them, he likes all of Tim's friends and he knew for a while that they were a little closer than most. He accepted Conner into the family with open arms bc he's the best, like what do you expect

Jason was like "damn, didn't know u were bi. Cool tho, have fun dating ur annoying ass friend"

That's the extent of Jason's brotherly love

Damian was similar in that sense, he blatantly told Tim to his face that "Kent could do better but I suppose that's great news for you"

Bruce was happy asf for his son, being bi himself he was really supportive and proud of him. Plus Conner wasn't all that bad, yea he knocked over that expensive vase that one time and he's always yelling during sleepovers and he nearly ran over their cat that other time but hey, he's a good kid.

Babs and Cass and Duke were all happy for Tim too, Steph found out a few months later just bc her and Tim are exes. Not that there's bad blood between them, things just get a little awkward sometimes.

Kon didn't tell his family until about 2 months into their relationship. Except for Jon, he found out the same week but was sworn to secrecy.

Kon was really nervous to come out and tell his family bc he didn't know how Clark or Lex would react. He wasn't too worried abt Lois, he knew she would be supportive. But Clark and him were constantly at each other's throats and Lex wasn't all that good at listening or connecting to Kon.

Despite his daddy issues tho, both dads were really accepting of Kon and we're happy for him and Tim. Clark gave Kon the biggest hug and assured him that no matter how much they fought, he'd always be there for him. Lex also, surprisingly, hugged Conner and told him that who he loved didn't matter to him.

Kon and Tim's favorite date spot is this humble little coffee shop on a corner in Metropolis. Tim can feed his caffeine addiction and Kon can stuff his face on their freshly baked pastries

Altho Lex really wanted some of those WayneTech secrets

And yea those are my hcs on how it all started :)

I'll make another post for my other hcs since this one is long enough

#mine #my hcs #hc #headcanon #dc #dcu #dc hc #young justice #young justice 2019 #timkon #tim drake #conner kent #kon el kent #kon el #ship headcanons #timkon hc #superboy #red robin

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unbridgeabledistances · 3 years

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a ✨drunk and clingy ian✨ one-shot

okay so we all know that saint patrick’s day is a very arbitrary and somewhat meaningless holiday (at least in the u.s. lol)- but we also know that the gallaghers are incredibly fucking irish, so i am using this as an excuse to write some drunk and clingy gallavich fluff (bc i think we all need it!! or at least i do!!!!)

hope y’all enjoy<3

Mickey and Ian came in the door from their final weed security run of a way-too-chilly and grey March afternoon, kicking the slush off of their lace-up boots in a tired but comfortable silence. Mickey had been fantasizing for a good part of the afternoon about his usual afternoon ritual of collapsing onto the couch with a cold beer in his hand, and taking a long lazy nap while shitty game shows played on the TV in the background— but unfortunately, Debbie had other plans. Or so he realized when he turned the corner and his eyes were met with a forest of green and white streamers blanketing the living room, with Debbie determinedly balancing on a kitchen chair to hang them in the doorway.

Mickey did a double-take, shooting a glance at Ian and then back at the festive room again. What the fuck? He quickly racked his brain— there was no way he’d could’ve forgotten Franny’s birthday, that was in the summer—and he was pretty sure that Liam’s birthday was in the winter sometime; so whose the fuck was it? Too many goddamn Gallaghers to keep track of. Finally, Mickey admitted his own defeat.

“Is it someone’s fuckin’ birthday or something?”

Mickey flashed another gaze to Ian in confusion as he said it, hoping that Ian would silently mouth whatever the occasion was to him, or at the very least raise his eyebrows and goad Mickey enough to jog his memory to remember whatever the fuck today was— but Ian just gave an easygoing grin as he took in the room’s decor and let out a laugh.

“Debbie, isn’t this kind of going overboard?”

Debbie looked over her shoulder from where she was now taping a crudely scribbled picture of a shamrock, most likely drawn by Franny, up onto the wall.

“What? If it’s our last Saint Patrick’s Day in the house, the least we can do is go out with a bang,” she answered nonchalantly, and continued fixating on hanging up Franny’s drawing.

Mickey inadvertently let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. Fucking Gallaghers.

“I’m sorry, fucking Saint Patrick’s Day?”

Ian’s lips formed a playful smile and he elbowed Mickey between the ribs. “Yeah, Mick, Saint Patrick’s Day— also known as the unironically most important day of the Gallagher family calendar year. I can’t believe I forgot it was today, with all the work stuff we had going on.”

At first Mickey couldn’t tell if Ian was actually being serious— but in the same second he decided that it didn’t really matter, since Ian’s eyes were bright and shining and there was this weird giddy grin he was sporting from ear to ear, like he was absolutely fucking delighted that it was Saint Patrick’s Day, instead of just a normal goddamn Wednesday. Fucking softie.

And as endearing as that was, Mickey still couldn’t let him off that easily. “There’s no way I’m celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s a fake holiday for yuppie rich kids to go bar hopping—I’m not getting involved in any of your Gallagher bullshit.”

Ian’s grin just grew, like he knew exactly what Mickey was doing. “Hey, you married into this family. If anything, this is your own fault.”

Mickey just rolled his eyes, then continued to unlace his boots and throw them by the doorway.

“The fuck do you do anyways, aside from getting trashed?”

Ian put a hand on Mickey’s upper back to steady himself as he pulled his own shoes off. “I think getting trashed pretty much sums up the festivities. Today’s practically a holy day of observance for Frank, and I’m assuming Debbie’s also just gonna use today as an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday.”

“Hell yeah I am!” Debbie called from where she was putting the chair back in the kitchen.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “I knew Gallaghers were white trash, but I had no idea you were this bad.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t have any Ukranian white trash holidays or whatever?”

Mickey held back a bitter laugh. Yeah, they had “holidays,” in the form of days when Terry was celebratorily drunk enough to leave them the fuck alone for 24 hours, rare occasions when his looming shadow was out of the house and a festive lightness bled in in its place. They sort of celebrated Christmas, which was mostly just associated with too many painful memories of Terry ripping open the presents before he or his brothers had the chance, and too many painful stings associated with him having one too many drinks as they sat quietly inside the sagging house and pretended to be a big happy family for one night a year.

But never anything as gaudy and deliberate and ridiculous as observing a C-list, Irish-American holiday just for the hell of it, just for fun—which yes, was probably fueled by Frank’s alcoholism more than anything else, but also made something swell in Mickey’s insides that he didn’t quite know how to place.

And Mickey didn’t know how to let out that entire internal monologue to Ian while Debbie was standing within earshot. “Nah, man. Milkoviches don’t really do… holidays.”

Ian snaked a hand around Mickey’s back, giving his shoulder a squeeze, a grounding touch. He gets it.

“Well, get ready to have your mind blown, Mr. Gallavich, because we’re about to celebrate this hallowed occasion Gallagher style.”

Mickey rolled his eyes again, but let himself lean into Ian’s touch, lean his weight ever-so-slightly against Ian’s chest that was pressed behind him by the doorway. And, okay— as stupid as this was, maybe there was something sort of warm and solid about tradition, about hand-scribbled shamrocks and streamers on the wall, about having days to celebrate just because you wanted to, just because you could…

Just then Franny came hurdling into the room, wearing a baggy green t-shirt and a face-painted shamrock adorning her cheek.

Ian’s face lit up when she stopped in front of them. “Hey Franny! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!”

Franny held out two bottles of beer to Ian and Mickey from where she had been hiding them behind her back.

“Mommy said I should give these to you when you came home!”

Mickey smirked, carefully taking the bottles from Franny’s outstretched hands. “Thanks, kiddo.”

And if all celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day took was knocking down a few beers on a weekday afternoon—well, Mickey wasn’t going to complain about that.

Of course, hours later Mickey realized how severely he’d underestimated Debbie’s enthusiasm— after lounging around the house waiting for the stream of Gallaghers to trickle in from their various daily activities, Debbie had rounded everyone up and they migrated to the Alibi as the sun was setting, where they’d met up with Kev and V and Lip and Tami, who (thank fucking god) looked as vaguely confused and fully apathetic about this whole “Saint Patrick’s Day” situation as Mickey did.

Now it was late, and Mickey was leaning against the bartop of the Alibi sipping a thick, foamy glass of Guinness, which was as close to embracing whatever-the-fuck Irish heritage his husband had as he was possibly going to get.

All of the Gallaghers were here, swirling around the room—Debbie had put on some sort of peppy music as Kev poured everyone drinks, and a couple of other Southside neighbors had heard the bass thrumming and joined the ruckus. The room wasn’t too crowded, but it was pleasantly full of bodies and chatter— Kev had bought bunches of shiny, tacky green mardi gras beads for everyone to wear, and the air in the room was festive and bordering on sloppy in a way that felt very different from how Mickey had envisioned this evening would go.

Mickey was pacing himself, because it was a Wednesday for fuck’s sake— but his husband was an entirely different story. Between the beers at home and the various drinks Debbie had been siphoning into his hands all night, Ian was teetering on the drunkest Mickey had seen him in years—which partially made the tiniest spark of trepidation start to creep into Mickey’s bloodstream, a spark that he immediately extinguished. It was one night, the first in a long time— Ian deserved to have some fun.

And he definitely, definitely was having fun— casually dancing with Debbie and Sandy and whoever else would humor him, grinning with red-hot cheeks and bright eyes— from across the room Mickey could tell how warm his skin would be if he pressed a hand against it, how flushed. Mickey wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, or whatever the fuck stumbling around and chatting and making friends Drunk Ian was up to for the evening, and he was perfectly content to nurse his drink at the bar— which is why it surprised him when Ian pulled himself out of the crowd, slightly stumbling over his own feet, and made the way across the room to where Mickey was leaning at the bar, immediately boxing him in and putting his hands square on Mickey’s waist. Mickey almost imperceptibly let in a sharp breath.

Ian looked down at him, all smiles and shiny eyes— when he spoke the scent of sweet, hot liquor danced on Mickey’s face and all he wanted was to be closer, to breathe it in.

“Are you having fun?” Ian’s right hand traced up Mickey’s side, then back down to its hold on his hipbone.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “You and your leprechaun family don’t mess around, Gallagher.”

Ian smiled a lazy, tipsy smile, and pecked Mickey’s cheek before Mickey could be embarrassed about it.

“D’you wanna dance with me?”

Ian’s hands slid off of his hips and entangled with Mickey’s hands that had been hanging limply at his sides, walking backwards so their fingers were laced together an arm’s distance apart.

Mickey shrugged noncommittally. “I’ll leave showing the Irish pride to you and the rest of the drunken Gallaghers.”

Ian registered Mickey’s words and opened his mouth to reply, just as Debbie pulled Ian over by the arm.

“Stop sulking with Mickey and do more shots with me!”

Jesus Christ. Ian was going to be wrecked when their alarm went off for work in the morning, and Mickey was starting to debate if he was going to need to have a talking-to with Debbie about the appropriate amount of “Saint Patrick’s Day fun” they were allowed to partake in next year— but for now Ian was happy, and he could stomach one night of hardcore festivities.

Mickey stood at the bar for a while, watching Ian and Debbie get progressively more flushed as they bobbed through the crowd— and then, when Debbie had found some other victim in their mid-twenties to get even more shitfaced with, Ian made his way across the room to Mickey again, plopping onto the barstool beside him and heaving his bodyweight onto Mickey’s left side, burying his face in the crook of Mickey’s neck. Mickey wrapped a tentative arm around Ian’s waist, trying to hold him up from slouching off of the barstool.

“M’tired.” Mickey could feel Ian’s hot breath dancing on his collarbone as he slurred out the words, and felt Ian’s eyelids flutter shut against the side of his neck.

Ian was always giving Mickey measured casual touches, wherever they were—but it was so exceedingly rare that Ian fully let himself go like this, let himself be drunk and happy and just crumple into Mickey, without worrying about holding anyone else up. It felt new, but it felt good— Mickey let the solid weight of his husband’s body leaning against his press him down, rooting him into the Alibi’s sticky floors, feeling the clammy skin of Ian’s forehead that was solidly lodged into the side of Mickey’s neck.

He hated to admit it, but in that moment, something in Mickey was also frozen solid— as much as Mickey had grown in the past few years, something about these situations, about PDA or whatever, still made Mickey feel like he was treading water—like he was fighting to stay afloat while everyone’s eyes were on him, and the strong current was only lifted when he and Ian were in the dark safety of their bedroom. If Mickey was drunk at a bar and sloppily leaning onto Ian, there was no doubt in Mickey’s mind that Ian would hold him, would gingerly touch him and caress him and do more to him than just prop him up— but something in Mickey still hesitated and flashed with warning signs in a crowded room full of people.

But Ian was still breathing hot on Mickey’s neck— so Mickey thought about what Ian would do, if it was Mickey who was tipsy and slumped on his shoulder. He tentatively raised his arm from where it was lying limply by his side, and started to run soothing circles onto Ian’s t-shirt, just above his hipbone where Mickey’s hand was holding Ian up by his waist.

Ian hummed in acknowledgement of the touch— and then he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of Mickey’s neck, where his face was buried. Fuck. Mickey just pulled him in closer, gently tugging Ian’s torso in by his belt loop to hold him steady.

Ian hummed again, then started to press kisses up and down Mickey’s neck. “You smell good.”

Mickey’s heart started to beat a little quicker, his blood running hotter than usual—and Ian couldn’t fucking do this now, while the rest of his family was milling around and dancing and wearing fucking mardi gras beads while flaunting their Gallagher pride.

Ian lifted his forehead off of Mickey’s shoulder, and gently bit at the underside of Mickey’s jaw—and Mickey thought he was going to combust right there, on the spot, in a room full of Gallaghers pressed against the bartop at the Alibi by his very drunk husband.

And in an act of excruciatingly inconvenient timing, Lip sidled up to the bar and sat on the barstool on Mickey’s other side, nursing what Mickey assumed (and hoped) was a diet Coke in a beer glass.

“Hey there, Mick. And, uh, Ian.”

Ian looked up from where he was very engrossed in continuing to nuzzle the opposite side of Mickey’s neck, and glared at Lip from across Mickey’s chest.

“Go away, Lip.” Ian collapsed his head back onto Mickey’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s neck like a fucking boa constrictor. Mickey snaked an arm up around Ian’s back, holding him steady on the wobbly barstool.

Lip held back a laugh as he sipped his drink, then took a drag of the cigarette he was holding. “Seems like Ian’s done enough drinking to make our ancestors proud.”

Mickey took a sip of his own beer with his free hand. “Debbie made sure of that.”

Lip raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Guess we’d better keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t also have the Frank gene.”

Mickey grunted in acknowledgement, then took another sip of his beer, mostly because he didn’t know what else to say. Ian’s head shifted slightly on his shoulder— and Mickey realized he probably needed to haul Ian home ASAP, before he was even more sleepy and incoherent and unable to lug down the street.

Lip noticed Ian’s movement on Mickey’s shoulder and smirked. “I’ve gotta say, I’ve never seen Ian being this clingy before. Even with other guys—no offense, Mick— he usually stayed pretty contained. And you guys aren’t usually too into the PDA department.”

Mickey shrugged, trying not to jostle the heavy weight of where Ian’s head was hanging. Lip was right—he and Ian never really were all over each other, especially not like this, outside of the context of their room, when they were very much always all over each other.

Lip kept studying them, and the corner of his mouth eventually ticked upward. “It’s good. He’s definitely not this… comfortable with anyone else. Including me, which is definitely saying something.”

It felt weird, to get something like what felt like Lip’s full blessing at a raunchy Gallagher party months after he and Ian had gotten married—but that was also exactly what it felt like was happening.

Lip’s eyes suddenly darted across the room, to where Tami was holding up his coat and gesturing to the door. Lip rose from the barstool, stubbed out his cigarette, and put out a hand to clap Mickey on the shoulder as a goodbye.

“Catch up with you later, Mick.” Lip reached out and jokingly tousled Ian’s hair. “Make sure this one doesn’t hate himself too much tomorrow morning.”

Mickey smirked. Ian was practically asleep and drooling on his shoulder, his breathing turned steady—Mickey reached a hand up to card through his hair, then gently shrugged his shoulder to get Ian’s head to rise from where it was jammed on his neck.

Ian raised his head, his eyes bleary and confused at first, then softening around the edges when he met Mickey’s gaze.

“Alright, let’s get you home, carrottop.”

#did i read this before posting it???? nope #this is so silly but was also living RENT FREE in my brain #also this is temporally separated from the last ep lol bc i do not have it in me to write anything heavy this week #drunk happy husbands only !!!!#🙅🏻‍♂️‼️#gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #ixm #gallavich fanfiction

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jpegjade · 4 years

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A Magic Kingdom - Spencer

OKAY DISNEY WORLD!SPENCER. I JUST MADE THIS ESPECIALLY FLUFFY BC I HAVE BEEN WRITING SO MUCH ANGST. i just wanted to make someone smile. so if one person smiles, writing this was worth it.

warnings: none. it’s just cute and happy and i really love disney.

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“Spence, we’re doing it!” You said, stepping through the final gates of the entry to Magic Kingdom. Before you were crowds of people that made you nervous but there was also Cinderella’s castle.

Spencer grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers in his. You excitedly pulled him along as his strides kept up with you skipping. You slowed down when you saw that the first store to your left had mickey ears for sale. You pulled spencer, even more, causing him to stumble a little bit but he kept up with you nevertheless. You loved your boyfriend but he could be such a slow walker sometimes.

“Okay, baby. We have to pick something that matches our experience here because who knows when we’ll be coming back.” You stared excitedly at the wall of various mickey ear designs, trying to decide what screamed your name.

You immediately gravitated to the wedding ears because they were so cute. Spencer grabbed the matching groom’s set of ears but he also grabbed a set of sparkly purple ears.

“You always said I look good in purple.” Spencer put them on top of his head, behind the groom's ears, and the two of you walked to the front to pay for them.

You and Spencer had numerous discussions about starting a family together one day but for right now, dating was enough. You loved each other but he was gone so much that you never really got around to talking about possibly getting married for real.

“When’s the wedding?” Anna, the cashier, asked after the two of you put your ears on the counter.

“Oh, we’re not engaged. We just thought they were cute.” You said, stumbling over your words a little bit.

“We’re not engaged... Yet,” Spencer said, correcting you.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and lightly squeezed you into him. Anna smiled so brightly at the two of you as she handed you your ears and receipt.

“Okay,” You started, adjusting your ears on your head. “Next up is Cinderella’s Castle!”

The two of you walked down Main Street to see the infamous Disney castle right in front of you. There was a stage in front where there was a performance about to happen and Spencer already knew you were going to pull him to the front of the stage area with all the little kids so he just let it happen.

The musical number was going on when suddenly, Cinderella walked out from behind the stage, pulling you and Spencer up the stairs to dance with the cast. You were having such a blast and then the music dimmed and you whirred around to see what Spencer was doing. At first, you didn’t see him, only finding the faces of disney characters until you noticed they were pointing at something. You looked down, not processing what was going on.

You looked down to see Spencer on one knee, holding out the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen. Spencer had his sunglasses tucked into his shirt and was staring at you with the most hopeful puppy eyes you had ever seen. You wanted to start crying.

“Will you make me the happiest prince alive?” He asked.

You heard the crowd “aww”ing in the background but it still didn’t register. Your boyfriend, who had just talked about how he wished he had more time to spend with you the day before, was asking you to spend the rest of your life with him in front of a crowd of random people, oversized cartoon characters, and a gorgeous castle. It was like a dream you never imagined.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You said, grabbing him to pull him off his bad knee. You didn’t know why the dummy chose that knee to kneel on but he did.

He slipped the ring out of the box, sliding it onto your finger and just beamed at you. You grabbed his shirt, pulling him into the most magical kiss you had ever experienced.

As the show ended, the two of you were led down the stairs by Cinderella and Prince Charming. They congratulated you before they disappeared into the unknown or Disney cast members backstage.

“Grand gesture?” You asked Spencer as the two of you walked under the castle. You couldn’t stop looking at the ring and looking up at Spencer.

He squeezed your hand and smiled, putting his sunglasses back on with his other hand.

“It wasn’t my idea.” He said, pulling you towards It’s A Small World. You had been talking about wanting to go on that ride and it was tame enough for Spencer to sit there and hold you without too much action happening. It was also hot and he wanted to spend time with you sitting down. It’s a perfect reason to go on a little boat ride with you.

“It’s a very Penelope thing to do.” You moved your hand around, watching the sunlight catch in it, making it sparkle.

“She convinced me that you deserved something special since we were here. I was going to wait until dinner. I was going to call it off this morning but we got here and you picked out the wedding headband and I didn’t have the heart. You deserved something magical.” He said, moving forward in line.

The rest of the ride was filled with short conversations regarding the proposal and by the time that ran out, the ride was over.

The Haunted Mansion wasn’t too far away so the two of you wanted to ride that since it was another short and slow ride.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” You asked Spencer, bumping shoulders with him. The ghosts and ghouls around you were bumping around and you were waiting for your turn to go on the ride.

“I do.” Spencer tentatively nodded his head. “I believe that there is a world beyond science and the explicit fact that we exist in. Something like an afterlife but I’m not sure what kind. I think that there’s something more beyond this world.”

You were pleasantly surprised. You didn’t think Spencer, of all people, would believe in ghosts of all things. Sitting next to the dashing young man, you leaned your head on his shoulder. The two of you only separated at the end of the ride when there was supposed to be a ghost in the mirror sitting between you. You looked over at Spencer and saw him smiling. It just made your heart so warm to see him actually having fun.

After some more walking around and a few more rides, you saw the line for Splash Mountain was finally going down with the sun. Pulling Spencer to the ride, he started talking about the history of the entire ride.

“Splash Mountain has been around since Magic Kingdom.” He said, slowly moving through the line. “The theme is deep south but with its roots, there’s talk about changing it to something else.” Spencer looked around at everything and smiled like a giddy child.

“You look happy and excited.” You said as he went through the line singing along to the music playing overhead.

“Did you know that the drop is a 45-degree angle going at 40 miles per hour at its maximum speed?” Spencer bounced up and down a little bit.

“I did not. All I knew was it was really fast and really high.” You said, climbing into the log.

Taking another slow ride around the top level, you finally saw the light to the rest of the world. With that momentary hang, you looked at Spencer and saw a childish glint in his eye as he threw his arms up for the 40 miles per hour drop.

As soon as the ride started, it felt like it was over. You got soaking wet with Spencer and the rest of the log but you didn’t mind.

You were excited to get to the front of Magic kingdom again to get a good spot in the park for the firework show over Cinderella’s castle. Walking to the front, hands swinging between you, he surprised you with two matching balloons. He tied it around your wrist and kissed your hand before holding your hand again.

“I’ve had the most magical day.” You leaned forward on the guardrail while Spencer stood right behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’m glad.” He said in your ear.

“And it’s all because of you.” You turned your head awkwardly to kiss him and he wasn’t paying attention so you ended up kissing his cheek, making him smile.

“Every day I’m awake is magical with you.” He said, actually paying enough attention to kiss you.

The fireworks were amazing but what really warmed your heart was the moment a little girl accidentally let her balloon fly away. She was crying so loudly that Spencer immediately took his balloon off his wrist and bent down to give it to her. Her parents were so appreciative and Spencer was so happy to end the day with another smile.

“That’s gonna be us one day.” You said, sitting at the bus stop bench.

“It could be us starting tonight.” He winked at you. You bumped him with your shoulder and smiled.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff

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remywrites5 · 4 years

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Regulus is not on speaking terms with James bc of Sirius. But he has prefect rounds with both lily and James and they discover his "soft" side. And by soft I mean angsty kid with family problems who need a friend. Or 2. Or maybe lovers...

Regulus could feel his feet aching when he finally finished his patrol for the evening. All he wanted was to soak in a hot bath in the Prefect’s bathroom and then sleep. Ever since Sirius had left home the previous summer, Regulus had been running himself ragged trying to be the dutiful son. He couldn’t let his grades slip even a little. Between that, Quidditch practice and his Prefect duties, Regulus felt burnt out and it was only October. It didn’t help that his mum was sending owls three times a week expecting updates.

He let out a loud yawn before giving the password into the bathroom. Padding inside, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard giggling. James Potter and Lily Evans were in the tub together, Lily sitting on James lap and kissing each other between laughing. They appeared to be putting bubbles on each others heads and trying to make funny shapes.

Regulus felt uncomfortable interrupting such a private moment. He glanced back at the door and wondered if he could get through it without being seen. Considering they hadn’t even heard him come in, he doubted they would notice his retreat.

Still, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off them and just go back the way he’d come. They looked good together, both rosy from the warm water, faces broken out into wide smiles. Regulus had always been a bit envious of James Potter, being the brother that Sirius chose. Regulus had often wished someone would save him the way James had seemed to save Sirius from the life he was destined for. He knew nothing for Sirius had been easy, especially since getting burned off the family tapestry, but Reg wouldn’t call his life easy either. And Reg had lost a brother while Sirius had gained a new one. It felt just a little unfair.

“Oh hi!” Lily Evans said, seeming to have finally noticed they weren’t alone, pressing in closer to James for modesty’s sake. Her arms came up and crossed over her chest. “So sorry.”

“Hi Reg!” James said pleasantly. It didn’t matter how nasty Regulus was to James Potter, James was always nice in return. No matter how Reg hated him he couldn’t help seeking that small amount of kindness. It was few and far between these days.

“Did you want to join us?” Lily asked when Regulus didn’t speak. “I promise we won’t do anything inappropriate in front of you. We’ll just bathe quietly.”

Regulus clutched his towel tightly, unsure what to do. On one hand, he didn’t want to be there in that moment. On the other, he really wanted to soak his aching feet. Besides, the last thing he needed was to be naked in front of Perfect James Potter. James had been a lanky and gangly kid but he’d grown into his height and had toned his body from playing sport.

And Lily Evans, well she had always been a knockout. Regulus had often heard Snape talking about her and he could see the appeal. She was beautiful but still approachable. She was the kind of person you wanted to have secrets with and that you could trust to keep them. Her pale skin was dusted with soft freckles and more than just Snape and James had fallen for her in her seven years at Hogwarts.

Regulus sat down on the edge of the tub and put his feet in. He would just have to take a shower back at the dungeons but he hadn’t come all this way to miss out on soaking his aching feet. When he risked a glance over at them, Lily and James were nodding at him encouragingly.

Lily extracted herself from James’ lap and swam over to Reg, resting her elbows out of the tub as she smiled up at him. Reg couldn’t help thinking she put the mermaid on the wall to shame. Everything she did looked effortless, quietly self-assured not like James’ brash confidence. “You don’t have to be modest on our account,” Lily told him, resting her head on her arms.

Reg kicked his feet a little, unsure of what to say. “I’m fine like this, thanks.”

James made his way over and pulled himself up out of the water, sitting at Reg’s side. “Come on, mate, don’t make me push you in.”

Regulus averted his eyes, staring into the swirling pool of bubbles, and not at James’ complete lack of propriety. “You do that and you’ll regret it, Potter,” Regulus snarled at him. He didn’t think it came off as threatening as he’d intended considering he couldn’t even look James in the eye.

James laughed and threw his arm around Reg. “Is that any way to speak to your future husband?”

Regulus furrowed his brow and wondered if James had gone mental. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t remember?” James asked, giving Reg a squeeze. “Back in first year I came over to visit Sirius during Christmas hols. It was before your mum decided she didn’t like me. We had a snowball fight and I teamed up with you against Sirius. When we defeated him you told me you were going to marry me one day. Don’t tell me you’re backing out of your promise?”

Regulus felt himself turn bright red. He must have been around ten at the time. He remembered James coming to their house around boxing day to visit and Regulus following after them the whole time. He even remembered the snowball fight but not the declaration of marriage. How incredibly mortifying.

“Oh? And if you two get married what am I supposed to do?” Lily asked with a grin.

James reached out and grabbed her, tugging her through the water until she was closer to him. He leaned down and she surged up as they began kissing. Regulus took the opportunity of their distraction to flee, his wet feet cold against the stone steps as he went to hide away in the safety of his own house.

***

Regulus was doing his prefect rounds when he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around to scold whoever was out of bed after hours but stopped when he saw James and Lily. He could feel heat immediately rising to his cheeks as he recalled their little bathtub moment. He hadn’t been back to the Prefect’s bathroom since.

“Wotcher Reg!” James said, waving at him. “Wanna do your rounds with us tonight? Peeves is on the warpath.”

Before he could respond yes or no, Lily was linking her arm through his. “Safety in numbers, right?”

“I really don’t need your help,” Regulus grumbled as he let Lily lead him away with James trailing after them.

“Nonsense,” James said, leaning down so his breath was tickling the back of Reg’s neck. It made Reg shiver in response. “No need to be out on your own.”

That felt rich coming from the guy who had stolen the only ally Regulus had had at home. He knew it wasn’t really Potter’s fault, that Walburga had driven Sirius away and that Sirius didn’t subscribe to the old ways of thinking. Not that Reg did much either, but he knew enough to keep his mouth shut, unless he wanted to get blasted off the tapestry as well.

“I’m so glad we caught up with you!” Lily said, sliding her hand down Reg’s forearm until their hands were entwined. “James and I had been worried we offended you the other night. I hope you know James says a lot of obnoxious things but you can just ignore him.”

“Oh, er, no I wasn’t offended,” Regulus said, glancing back at James. “I just felt like I was intruding.”

“We didn’t feel that way, did we Lil?”

“Nope!” Lily said, giving Reg’s hand a squeeze.

Regulus really didn’t know what to make of that so he kept quiet, enjoying the softness of Lily’s hand in his own. He wasn’t one for physical affection because he wasn’t used to it. But he had to admit it was nice and Lily had a way of putting him at ease. He still didn’t know what to make of James.

During their rounds James and Lily talked and teased each other while Regulus mostly stayed silent. It was amusing hearing their back and forth although he still didn’t feel like a part of it.

They had apparently decided they were going to escort Regulus back to the dungeons even though Reg had told them over and over he didn’t need them to. They were nearly there when the door to the Slytherin common room opened up and Snape came through. He stopped when he noticed the three of them, his eyes zeroing in on Lily and Reg holding hands.

“You – “ Snape hissed.

“What are you doing out of bed after curfew, Snape?” Regulus asked with a resigned sigh.

Snape’s lips curled into a smirk. “I needed something from Professor Slughorn’s office. Don’t you three look cozy?”

“That’s not really any of your concern, Severus,” Lily responded calmly. Regulus tried to drop her hand but she resolutely held on to it.

James pulled his wand out and pointed it at Snape. “If you make trouble for Regulus you’ll answer to me.”

Regulus was surprised by the two of them sticking up for him, as unfounded as it was. He put his hand on James’ wand and lowered it. “Snape knows better than to try and make trouble, isn’t that right?” Regulus stared at Snape, the threat looming between them as if he’d cast his own spell. They both knew that Snape had no real pull amongst the Slytherins and that they were much more inclined to listen to Regulus. The most Ancient and Noble House of Black was not easily ignored.

Snape broke his gaze first. “Whatever you say, Black,” he sneered before slinking off towards Slughorn’s office to fetch whatever it was he’d been after.

“Slimy git,” James mumbled under his breath, pocketing his wand. “Shit Reg, you can be downright terrifying when you want to be.”

Regulus shrugged. “You don’t get to be the son of Walburga Black without learning how to give a threat and mean it.”

Regulus barely registered what was happening before he was being pulled into a hug by James. “I’m sorry,” James whispered quietly. Reg blinked a few times and glanced over James’ shoulder at Lily. Lily just shook her head and smiled in response.

***

Regulus wasn’t sure but he thought that James and Lily were starting to become his friends. They always patrolled together at night and Regulus had actually started joining in the conversations. He and James gently ribbed each other about Quidditch and who was going to win that year. He knew it was James’ final year at Hogwarts and as Quiddtich captain so he really wanted to win the cup.

Lily on the other hand was just easy to talk to. She could fall in easily to pretty much every topic of conversation except Quidditch, which she clearly cared very little about, much to James’ chagrin.

Reg also got used to the fact that Lily was very physical with him. She was with James as well but James was her boyfriend so it made sense. It took him a while to notice that James was also physically affectionate with him because James always made it seem so natural. A hug here, a shoulder squeeze there. It felt like breathing. Soon touching them back became commonplace and every time he did he was rewarded with a smile. The two of them together were addictive and Regulus found himself spending more and more time with them.

They were all lounging by the lake on one of the last nice days before winter. James and Regulus were sitting side by side with James’ arm resting comfortably around Reg’s shoulders. Reg had his legs crossed at the ankles and Lily’s head in his lap with her long hair falling over his and James’ legs. She was wearing a pair of chic sunglasses she’d got in muggle London and her face tipped up towards the sunshine.

Regulus was gently massaging her scalp while James talked about Hogsmeade that weekend, making a plan for the three of them. Regulus was barely listening, distracted by the small hums of pleasure Lily was making from the head massage. He didn’t notice James had stopped speaking until James’ hand came up and turned Reg to face him. Regulus gasped as James leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

“No fair!” Lily said, pulling off her sunglasses and sitting up. “We agreed I would kiss him first!”

“Yeah well you were taking forever!” James huffed at her.

“You didn’t even ask his consent, you toerag!” Lily chastised him. “Typical James Potter, just blunders in without thinking!”

“What’s going on?” Regulus asked, feeling very lost ever since the moment James kissed him.

“We’re both in love with you,” Lily grumbled, sending a glare to James. “And we were going to tell you with a little more finesse before James ruined it all.”

“I didn’t ruin it!” James said defensively. “I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

Regulus listened to them bicker for a moment, his face slowly breaking out into a wide smile. He gently cupped the back of Lily’s neck and pulled her into a kiss. She let out a surprised noise and then kissed him back. After a few moments he broke the kiss only to have his lips captured again by James.

“Does that mean you’re going to be ours, Reg?” Lily asked, twirling her sunglasses between her fingers nervously.

“Please?” James added.

Regulus looked between the two of them, their faces wide and hopeful. He didn’t think he’d ever have the heart to say no to either of them, never mind when they worked together against him. They made quite the team, Reg thought, and realized he was being asked to join it. “Yeah,” Regulus said with a nod. “I’m yours.”

#jegulily #I write things #hogwarts #fluff #Polyamorous relationship #long post #anon prompt

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Learning the ropes AKA: I can’t believe I had to come to Latvia to drink beer out of a paper bag like a frikin’ American

This right here is a very important photo. In Riga, there’s a lots of cats. And I mean LOTS. Just around our dorms there’s maybe 20 of them living. Next to our dorms is a panel house where lots of old ppl live and the ladies feed these stray babes and they chill with them on the benches. The ladies always look like they wanna curse me like how dare I feed their stray cats?

First contact with the university. We had an introduction meeting on 1st of September. How ironic. They told us that one course actually has the first lecture that same day. They weren’t joking. One of the speakers calls out the countries from which we came. When they say ‘Germany’ more than half the auditorium stands up. Yes, there’s lots of them. We took a picture and the university photographer almost got run over by a trolleybus. Getting actually registered at the Uni after the meeting takes ages. I can feel myself getting older. We stand in one line for almost an hour and then learn that we were supposed to go somewhere else entirely. In the room where we fill out the forms there’s a guy from Japan. He looks lost and anxiously translates everything on his phone. I haven’t spoken Japanese for two months and so I let him suffer. (note: he’s still alive and well)

After desperately walking around a few streets we decided, that McDonalds might be a global evil, but at least it’s basically the same all over the world and so we lower our standards and get lunch there. The sauce has a sticker with Latvian, Lithuanian and Estonian. Beneath that is hidden the meme of that week. We buy beer at Narvessen, which is a blessed chain of shops that has everything from tacky postcards to beer. They asked for our IDs, which is a first cultural shock, bcs apparently you have to show your ID everywhere - shops, bars, etc. You also cannot drink alcohol out in the public: Like. You CANNOT. Since it’s the 1st of September, there’s shitton of cops everywhere and we don’t feel like ending up in jail the first week of Erasmus, so we improvise. I feel like a character in american movie.

And this is a picture I took in Rimi, which is basically Latvian Tesco. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I came to the beer aisle.

BUT WHY IS THERE NO RADEGAST???

I finally met my Erasmus buddy. She gives me and a guy from Valencia an Old Riga 101 tour. We end up in a bar, of course, and since in Riga there’s an unspoken rule that your friends will appear at the bar where you are, I make some Latvian friends. After more beer, I finally start to feel somewhat normal and recovered from my journey. Tip: If you ever find yourself in a moment of awkward silence with a Latvian person, start talking about beer. They love beer almost as much as Czechs.

I found my superpower - stumbling upon Czech and Slovak ppl everywhere. My roommate’s is that she keeps meeting ticket inspectors on public transport almost every day.

The next day I found Tiger. It’s not IKEA, but it’s still a big victory. In the food area of the mall I admitted defeat and got a tofu burrito. Because burrito and tofu are the same in latvian. Note: sometimes the words that sound familiar or the same aren’t actually what you think. But at least, you try out new things.

Latvians have a thing for their flag. I’m starting to think that paper bags for beer is not the only thing they have in common. The building behind the flag pole is really really close to it and it’s actually pretty tall. This flag is the biggest I’ve ever seen ok.

The grand finale of my first weekend was very grand indeed. First me, my roommate and another girl from Czech went to Old Riga to explore some more. I fed some stray cats. This is my life now, I carry cat food with me everywhere in Latvia. The chances of making new cat friends are always very high.

So Latvijas Universitāte has this thing called Aristotelis. Welcoming of the frist years and a party at the Uni. Sounds harmless. Bzzzt, wrong. We sip a beer hidden in a plastic bag and wait for whatever is coming at one of the many squares in Old Riga. First comes the distant screaming and slowly it gets closer. Group of people dressed in the same way, waving flags and signs, screaming on top of their lungs something in Latvian arrives and takes position behind a lady holding sign with the name of their faculty. This happens in various versions for the next hour or so. One faculty carries a raft with a girl. Another group has flower crowns and torches. I smell cult. After all the faculties arrived, their flag-bearers start running around the space in the in front of the stage. Everyone’s hyped and chanting their mottos. The mood is contagious, and the space reserved for exchange students is the only silent part of the square. I start singing national anthem.

Speeches start and we are pleasantly surprised that they show English translation on a huge screen next to the stage. On top of all this, there’s a moment when a guy in actual Aristoteles’ costumes comes in a veteran car and reads his speech from a piece of parchment.

When we thought it’s over, it wasn’t. No. They know how to make first years welcome at the University. We march through the city and scream the faculties mottos. Exchange students try as well, but we’re mostly just staring in disbelief.

Sorry for the shitty photo, this is not a protest, this is a first year pride march. What do protests look like in Latvia, I probably don’t wanna know.

For some reason parties in Latvia start after 10pm, usually midnight and they’re wild till the morning. The one at the Uni was ending sometimes before 6am. No, I wasn’t there. We happily spent the 7 euros for the entrance on beer from Rimi and had a tired party at the dorms. But how they managed to clean it up before the lectures, I have no idea. Latvian magic.

Bonus: meme of the week

#meff in latvia #p2 #travelling #erasmus #student life #baltics #riga

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