Devon walks back into the shared room.
He finally feels clean because being in that creepy forest and having to touch Andy's unwashed- for-over-a-year body was not part of his plan so he felt disgusting.
Devon had hoped showering will get rid of the icky mental and emotional he got from watching the Colonel eat Andy's flesh...
"Hey," Jake says softly.
He pauses and looks at his boyfriend, "hey yourself." he gives with a slight smile.
It's awkward.
"Dev, I was really worried about you and it was honestly kind of fucking stupid to go out there with no backup, just you and Lexy." The older boy lectures.
Devon stops fidgeting with his cosmetic bag and looks to the ceiling as though asking for strength.
Sighing, "Jake, I did what I had to do. You were baptising Chucky, I did what I needed to do to figure out how we're gonna stop this madness...and look at that! My stupid act ended up leading us to Andy, we saved his life too!" The younger of the two pleads.
The taller walks across the room and sits on his boyfriend's bed; "I get that Dev, and ..." he trails off, "...I am sorry. For how I've been treating you. I am sorry that I forgot you have your own shit and I'm really sorry for ignoring your concerns about Good Chucky." He finishes as he turns to look at said Good Guy Doll; he's colouring in the corner.
Devon sits down next to his boyfriend,
"I get it, Jake. You feel you need this win. You need Chucky to be good. Because if he can be good then there's a soul to forgive and if you can forgive him then you believe you can be forgiven -for things that were out of your control but you feel are your crosses to bear -oh my god I'm now using fucking religious metaphors.
What I mean is, if you need Chucky to be reformed in order for you to somewhat be able to live with yourself; I'm gonna have to deal with that."
Jake throws an arm around his boyfriend and lays his head on top of the brown-eyed boys. "Thank you...I know I haven't been fair, by asking you to act as if nothing happened, I know it's not fair of me to expect you to be okay with that....but thank you still." He has moved his head during his speech and is now looking into Devon's eyes
Devon is looking back, eyes impossibly soft; "You're welcome, Jay."
They sit in silence.
It's comfortable but slightly laced with something...
"Hey, Dev?" Jake says, breaking the silence
"Yeah?"
"You know I didn't wanna break all those promises. Those dates we had? I wanted to keep but Pam and Larry didn't get me being gay. They wouldn't babysit Gary when I was supposed to come to see you. Then...they started threatening with that they would send both Gary and me back...I couldn't do that to him.
I'm sorry I didn't explain this to you. But I love you, okay? I.." Jake pulls his arm back from Devon's shoulder and starts fidgeting with his hands. "...I just fucking love you. And I owe you a lot more and I know I have to show you and prove it to you but I'm here now and I'm willing to listen. I am going to listen and be present but I did not want to break those dates there-" he takes a breath. "There was just a lot going on...but I want you to never doubt," he gets off the bed and gets on his knees facing Devon and taking Devon's hands into his own.
Jake squeezes them, "I need you to understand that you are what drives me. And I know 'oh its crazy Jake." He gives a self-deprecating chuckle "'it's crazy you shouldn't say that you're only 16' but you do, Dev. You make me wanna be a better person. You make me open up, you LISTEN to me! Something I've never had...how could I not fall in love with you after that?" Jake finishes his rant with a soft smile.
He's been unconsciously rubbing the backs of Devon's hands with his thumbs.
Devon gives his own smile, his eyes welling up:
"I love you too, and even though I'm angry I'm so glad I get to love you. I'm glad you love me even when I'm angry because you do bring out the best in me too. You challenge me. You try and get me to slow down.
You try and calm my fucking raging waves. You make me laugh.
I just love you." Devon breathlessly says looking at his boyfriend adoringly. "If anything happens to me-" he starts
"-no." Jake firmly interrupts,
"Nothing is going to happen to you. I will not LET anything happen to you...that's a promise."
Devon pauses, stares at his boyfriend, sees the sincerity just pouring out of those big hazel eyes and quietly simply says:
"Okay. Neither of us will let anything happen to the other," he finishes with a weak smile.
"Now, while he is doing" Devon nudges his head towards 'Good' Chucky, "-whatever supernaturally possessed dolls that are brought to life by the soul of a serial murderer from our childhood town that are now HOPEFULLY reprogrammed, which looks like colouring, ya wanna get up here? Wanna cuddle?" He asks bashfully.
Jake staggers to his feet.
"YES! PLEASE YES." He says loudly...and then embarrassed at how loudly and quickly he said that.
Devon gives a small laugh.
He lays down, "c'mon then."
Jake joins him, being the big spoon to Devon's little spoon.
They stare at each other, Jake leans down while Devon leans up and they kiss.
it feels like adrenaline and fear and hope.
It feels like a promise.
And while everything that's going on outside is going on outside that door, Devon Evans and Jake Wheeler only see and feel each other. They are all that matter to one another right now.
Devon is all that matters to Jake and Jake is what keeps Devon fighting.
Eventually, after trading a few kisses, Devon begins to drift off, tired from last night's excursion.
The curly-haired boy tightens his hold on Devon, manoeuvring them so the former podcaster can sleep on Jake's chest and that his ear is directly over Jake's heart.
"Do you hear how it's thundering?" He whispers to the sleeping boy.
"My heart is beating out of my fucking chest because of how much I love you. YOU do this to me and I'm so glad you do.
I can just imagine, me and you in this position, 10 years from now out of college with our own careers: me creating art, you an investigative journalist. And us just coming back to the home that we've built together, with our dog and cat that barely like each other. And I can just see us living happily.
I can see us talking about adopting kids with Lexy and Nadine as their aunts. I can see us getting married....god damn it Dev! I look at you and I just see us and what we can be and what I want us to be. So just give me a few years and I will be someone deserving of having that with you."
Devon shifts around trying to find a comfortable position.
"I promise you, I'm gonna stop this horror show and get us out alive and we'll have the rest of our lives to fight over kids, to fight over dumb things that aren't a threat to our relationship, to disagree over shit that wouldn't kill us," Jake smiles at him...smiles at his beautiful, peaceful, hurting, loving boyfriend.
Jake places a kiss atop Devon's head before manoeuvring himself to sleep behind Devon as the big spoon while cuddling him.
And as Good Chucky continues to draw and colour on the table,
Jake simply hopes for sweet dreams of him and Devon and their future hopefully together.
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Romanceall that shit about family and none of them noticed he's drowning. he's now reclusive and closed off and no one has said ANYTHING but sure, we're a 'family', devon snorted. Canon divergent and missing scenes from Chucky about Devon and Jevon
