Cat Sebastian

This story is for the people of fanfic Twitter, Sirius Black, my mom, and James Buchanan Barnes.

He was afraid that if he spoke, all that would come out would be a confession, fifteen years’ worth of I miss you.

But Everett still had the same smattering of freckles on his nose, and that too made Tommy want to cry.

There it is, that smile that splits the difference between smug and bashful. Nick wants to kiss it off his face. Some of that must show in his expression because Andy looks away, that smile still in place.

one thing I do know is that I want to be with you.”

“I want you to be safe. I need you to be safe, Nick. I can’t function in a world that won’t let you be safe.”

But everything with Nick always feels right. From the beginning, all the things that usually are jagged and dangerous have been smoothed down, like rocks after centuries on a riverbed, like something he can hold safely in his hand. It’s never hard to ask Nick for help or to let him see the frightened and awkward parts that Andy usually keeps hidden away.

That’s the thing about walls. They don’t tend to appear for no good reason; they’re either closing something off or holding something up, and you can’t just wish them away.

That’s the thing about walls. They don’t tend to appear for no good reason; they’re either closing something off or holding something up, and you can’t just wish them away.

“I got these for you.” Andy makes himself tag on those last two words so Nick will know this wasn’t an errand; it’s a gesture. It’s someone bringing flowers to the person he loves. Simple as that.