So this maybe got sort of wildly away from me. This is entirely the result of watching back-to-back-to-back episodes of Property Brothers in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep.
It was really only meant to be the first paragraph, which was the au idea, but then thoughts and feelings exploded everywhere and I ended up with nearly 2k words of 2am ramblings? And, well, I figured they were written, so I might as well share them as is, because the chances of them being polished into proper fic is pretty remote.
but where is the AU where, after Jack and Kent are back on good terms and
Bitty’s gotten over his grudge, Kent Parson buys a house next to the Property
Brothers house and Bitty finds out and DMs him and is like “!!!! I’m camping
out in your upstairs living room for reasons.”
upstairs living, of course, looks right over the neighbors’ pool.
If Steve had proposed to Tony before Civil War, there would have been this scene where Tony takes off the ring and throws it in front of Steve, eyes filled with so much emotion before he storms out of the room.
Then Steve forms a necklace out of it and keeps it close to his heart, wears it underneath this uniform because that’s a little piece of Tony that he has left.
It’s not fair that you’re still the only person that can make me smile even when I’m so incredibly down. It’s not fair that your voice is the only thing that seems to calm me down when I’m thinking about getting out of town and never seeing this place again. It’s not fair that your eyes locked on mine makes me feel more cared for than my own family does. It’s not fair that you left and found new places to leave pieces of your heart after I let you into my head. It’s not fair that I’m still upset and you seem just fine. It may not be fair but I wouldn’t have it any other way because when I think about you with your eyes still so bright… It makes me happy again. It’s not fair but I hope you’re so unbelievably happy. That’s the only thing that makes this unfairness bearable.
It’s not fair that you don’t think about me anymore, but it’s still okay.