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sunnysunoo · 3 years

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Love Letters ; Sim Jake

Pairing: Jake X Reader

warnings: explicit language and cursing

word count: 3k words

genre: friends to lovers au! fluff with tiny pieces of crack lmao

Jake was always known for being this perfect guy in school. I mean, they're not wrong. They always described him as if he's this walking piece of art in the hallways. People would stop to just stare at him. You'd stare at him all day too, but you set priorities first: writing him love letters.

You're no Lara Jean, but I guess you can say that she's what inspired you to write Jake letters. Who needs Peter Kavinsky when Jake Shim exists anyways?

note: Not me completely disappearing off of tumblr for like months and then showing up again suddenly lol. I got really busy the past few months since I was completing requirements for school, and I really didn't have the motivation to do anything at the time so I took so time off to take care of myself first so I hope you understand :) But now since it's summer break, I am given at least 2 more months until I go back to school in August :)) Here's the long-awaited Jake imagine that I completely forgot about lmao hope you enjoy <3

P.S I finished writing this at 1:26 am so please excuse the really shitty plot and grammar ill rewrite it once i wake up

tag list: @cha-raena ( sorry for the rlly late post bestie )

Dear Jake, First of all, I will never call you Jaeyun because calling you by your English name makes me feel like I'm your friend. Calling you by your Korean name makes us feel like we're cold strangers to one another and I don't want that. I want us to be something more than that, but it's hard when you don't even know who I am. I'm surprised how you don't grow tired of me just dropping letters right into your locker every time you open it, and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't just throw away people's efforts and you treasure them with care. It makes my heart beat so fast as if I ran miles away from here.

We're already one year left until we graduate high school, and I don't want to end my high school years without you realizing my feelings for you. I know for sure that you would never reciprocate the feelings that I have towards you, so I want to treat this as closure in case we do forget about each other in the future. Yours truly,

Moon

"How is this person not over you? That's like the tenth one this month," Jay said, looking over Jake as he reads the letter from his secret admirer. Jake has always been receiving these letters from the same person everyday for the past four months. He's thankful for the letters because they definitely make his day better, knowing that there's someone out there who loves him as who he is regardless of looks. He's not gonna lie that these little notes and letters make his heart race too. "Do you have any plans with finding the person behind the letters?" Jay asked as he watches his best friend trying to hide the small smile that's been growing. No one really knows who this mysterious person is and why they decided to name themselves the moon, but we don't judge anyone in here. If they want to be the moon in their next life, then so be it. "I really want to find the person who's making these letters," Jake shoved the letter in his backpack, trying to not wrinkle it. "But I don't know where to start." "Who's finding who?" A voice popped suddenly beside the presence of the two boys. You leaned beside the locker beside Jake's, watching him as he grabs his books from his locker. "Did Moon drop your daily letter today again?" "They did as usual," Jake wasn't even surprised. He would expect the letters every time he enters the school in the morning. He would open his locker to see the usual small letter placed inside his locker. He usually arrives at seven or earlier, but he's surprised that he could never even catch a glance of this anonymous sender around the campus. "Should I go to school at five in the morning?" "Five in the morning? Isn't that a bit too early?" You questioned, followed by a shaky breath. "The school doesn't even open until six." "I could just walk to that nearby convenience store I always pass by to grab a coffee." He argues, closing his locker shut before walking towards his classroom.

You and Jay followed beside him, and you sneered under your breath, "You don't even wake up to your alarm clock."

"Why don't you even want me to go early anyway?" He glances as you try to give him an answer. But before you could say something, Jay replies first.

"You’re probably hiding something." He said. You rolled your eyes and narrowed your eyes at him. "You are so weird." You grunted, before walking ahead of them. You feel panicked because you were scared that you made yourself obvious to them.

You were inside your classroom sitting on your desk. There were only fifteen minutes left before lunch, but you had eaten your packed meal before instead of going to your school cafeteria. You were fidgeting in your place, conflicted about Jake finding his secret admirer, not knowing that it was you who's been sending him letters the past few months. You're not scared of him finding out that the letters were from you; that was the entire reason why you wrote him letters in the first place. You're scared of how he was gonna confront you about it. Would he like you back? Would he hate you? Would he avoid you?

Your mind was full of scenarios but you were suddenly brought back to reality when a hand planted itself on your desk. You look up and saw Jay standing in front of you, eating sushi with his other hand. His face kinda looks like he knows something, and it's freaking you out a bit.

"What?" You asked, suddenly flustered over how his eyes stared right into you. He took the seat in front of your desk and flipped it so it was facing you. He sat down and blurted the phrase that you were dreading to hear from anyone.

"So, you like Jake?"

You suddenly feel like punching him in the face with his sushi.

"What??" Your body felt like, and you were left a nervous mess. Your heart like it was going to pump right out of your chest any minute, and your hands started to sweat.

Jay's mouth formed into a smirk. He caught you. "Jake may be a bit oblivious, but I can totally see right through you."

“Haha...no you don’t,” You tried to deny, but it was all useless when his expression looked unconvinced.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you all red? You look like a bursting tomato.”

“You don’t know that," You leaned further into your seat, playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not even trying. Just give up and admit it,” Jay was trying to help you confess your feelings for Jake. Frankly, he knew it was you sending him letters this whole time—how can Jake not see it?

With a heavy sigh, you slumped and laid your head on your desk, embarrassed. “Fine. I like him, okay? Are you happy now?”

The smirk on his face grew wider, feeling proud of himself. You are not dealing with his annoying crap this early in the morning. He grinned and munched on his half-eaten sushi. “I knew it.”

“Congratulations,” It was muffled because you hid your red face away from him. All that was on your mind now was how you could book yourself a flight all the way across the world.

“But seriously, since when did you have a crush on him?” You raised your head to face him, giving him a look that could kill, except Jay finds it entertaining rather than intimidating.

“I started having a crush on him when we were in fifth grade. It was at a friend's birthday party, and he saw me being all quiet and lonely. Honestly, I forgot who’s birthday that was.” You told him the very first time you had discovered feelings.

“He saw how sad I looked so he accompanied me the whole time. He was even trying to feel more included in the games and stuff.” You felt a smile ghosting on your lips as you can still vividly remember how you felt your heart tug the first time. “It was kinda like I fell in love at first sight.”

Jay faked a gag, so you lightly punched him in the shoulder. He may be a bit of an asshole, but he’s one the most caring and kind people you’ve ever met. It honestly felt good spilling out your feelings about Jake to him.

Speaking of, Jake was watching you two play around and laugh at Jay's little jokes from outside, and he felt something burning from inside him. Was it that he felt jealous of you and Jay?

No, he can’t be...right?

Maybe it was because of how he felt separated from you and Jay because of him being a separate class.

Yeah, maybe it's because of that.

Dear Jake,

I just had the most bizarre day today, and I felt like telling you about it.

It was chemistry period, and we had to be partnered with someone for a lab project. I ended up getting paired with Yeojin. We kinda created this unexpected friendship, which I love. We would crack jokes at each other, tell funny stories, it was so fun to be with her that we had completely forgotten about our project. So now, we both got a detention slip for making an accidental explosion.

How about you? How was your day? I hope it was just as fun as mine. If you feel like the day just wasn't as happy or you're feeling down, just now that it's okay to feel that way because days like these just lasts for 24 hours. It will be all over before you know it and you'll be greeted by another day. Maybe it will be different, and you would be all happy again just like how my day went. Maybe being with you would be my happiest day yet, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. See you soon :)

Love,

Moon

"Yeojin!" Jake called, seeing her walk down the opposite way. "Hey, mind if I ask you something?"

"Hey Jake," She greeted him with a smile. "Sure, go ahead."

"Could you perhaps give me any information about your partner in Chemistry?" He had hopes of getting any kind of description about his mysterious sender, but he was instead given a sad frown on Yeojin's face.

"Sorry Jake, but that person told me not to tell you about their information." She gave an apologetic smile. "I wish you all the best in finding them!"

Jake muttered a small "okay," and sighed before walking away, feeling defeated.

Yeojin knew that he was gonna ask about Moon the moment he called her from across the hall. She couldn't wait to tell you about this.

"Hey Y/N," A voice said from behind. You turned around to see Jake with his backup hung on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and raked his hair, and you felt your face grow red. Jake is like a gift from the gods. How can someone look so ethereal even if they're just standing there? You could stare at him all day. You couldn't even understand a thing he said until he started waving his hands in front of you.

"Hello?" You blinked multiple times as you were brought back out to reality. You saw Jake's face grow into concern. "Are you okay? spaced out."

"O-oh..No, I'm completely fine." You reassured him, feeling embarrassed. "What were you saying again?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to go to school with me early tomorrow."

Well, shit.

Your eyes started to go wide, and your hands started to go clammy.

"Tomorrow?" You repeated, voice trembling.

'Well, yeah." He pouted his lips, and you felt like melting into a small puddle in your place. Your heart started to pound heavily.

Oh my fucking god, he is so adorable.

"Okay, sure I can go with you tomorrow," You weakly smiled at him, slightly tense.

How we're you going to give him the letter now?

"Good Morning," Jake said as he watches you close the gates of your house. It was past five in the morning, and you were a mess.

"Morning," You replied back before running your fingers through your hair, getting rid of any flyaways.

As you started walking your way to the bus stop, Jake kept on glancing towards you from time to time. He knew you were pretty, but since when did you become really beautiful in his eyes?

The walk was pretty quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. For him, mostly.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop freaking out. You had written a letter the night before, but you don't know how you were going to slip it into his locker without him taking notice. If he saw you, he would know.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been like this since yesterday," Jake blurted. You looked at him before heaving a sigh.

"It's nothing," You mouthed, suddenly feeling anxious and gloomy.

"Something on your mind?"

"Something like that." It was hopeless. I guess he would have to miss this letter today. It was the first time you skipped a day, and you're feeling guilty that you would have to see Jake's face sadden that he wouldn't receive it today.

As you two stop at the bus stop, Jake looked slightly panicked as he was rummaging through the pockets of his blazer before looking through his bag. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? I left mine at home and I have a quiz today."

You snickered, "Out of all the days, Sim Jake. The same day you have a quiz is the same day you forget your pen."

"Very funny." He scoffed.

As you unzipped your bag to grab your pencil case, a folded piece of paper fell out without you realizing it. When Jake went to pick it up, he notices that it was folded the same way as the letters in his locker. It looked so identical.

Once you already got your pencil case out, you were about to hand it to him when you saw what he was holding that made your body freeze with your hand holding the case in the air.

"Why were one of my letters inside your bag?" He glanced at you, waiting for you to reply.

If you were freaking out before, this is a whole other thing. The thing that you were fearing the most is happening right before you.

"Maybe it fell into my bag yesterday..." You stammered, making up an excuse to look like it was an accident. You were tightly holding onto your pencil case, chanting many curse words in your head as you watch Jake unfold the letter.

"I don't think I've received this one yet," He said before he opened the letter and read it.

You watch as his expression formed into confusion as he reads through the paper. It only took a few moments before something in him clicked that it was you sending him the letters.

"Y/N," He began, and you started quivering in fear.

You should've known this would happen, but you didn't expect it to happen this sooner. In fact, you believed that this wouldn't happen at all. But it did.

"Let me explain," You eventually gave up and accepted fate and watch as your identity as "Moon" be revealed to your crush. You're now exposed so you didn't have any other choice but to explain everything. "Yes, I am Moon. I was the one writing you the letters that you've been getting in your locker."

Jake's face was unreadable. He looked bewildered and puzzled. He was trying to comprehend what was happening right now. All this time, it was you?

"I started crushing on you when we attended that birthday party before. I didn't want to confess my feelings for you because I was scared that you were going to harshly reject me, so I started writing down letters as a way to tell you how I feel about you without making you feel awkward around me." You continued, eyes suddenly taking an interest in your shoes. They were brand new too.

Jake was silent, and you felt your heart crack into pieces. You were mad at yourself for being so careless about it that he ended up finding out about you as his secret admirer. You wanted nothing else but to run back home, lock yourself in your room and cry with your sad playlist on loop.

You were expecting a harsh rejection coming from him, but what surprised was how he took dangerous steps towards you, minimizing the gap between you two. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I don't plan on rejecting you Y/N," You stare into his eyes as it reflects the sunlight of the early morning. "I'm actually happy that it was you."

You look at him, puzzled. He lowly chuckles under his breath before leaning over to place his lips against yours. It was a light, quick kiss, but it brought you feeling ecstatic. You've dreamed of this moment before, and now that it happened, you thanked your clumsiness.

As he pulled away, you were sure your face was a red mess.

"Thank you," His smile was as bright as the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "Thank you for making me like I'm special to someone."

You felt flustered over his words. You were scared that he could hear the sound of your heart pounding loudly. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild, and you felt like this was all a dream.

"So, what am I to you now?" You broke into a smile as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake acted as if he was thinking, "Hm..maybe my best friend still?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles as he sees your smile slowly disappear, replacing it with a look of disbelief. You removed your hand from his and walked at a faster pace away from him.

He ran to match your pace beside you before holding your hand again, "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again. Is my girl mad at me?"

"Oh my god, it's only five-fifty, Jake." You too broke into laughter over his cheesiness, but your heart fluttered over the thought of Jake calling you his.

HERE’S A LITTLE BONUS! since I've made you guys wait for 4 months :(

"What the fuck?" Was the first thing You heard from Jay as you and Jake entered the classroom. All of your classmates were staring at your and his hands intertwined together.

Jay stood in front of you two, crossing his arms together. "Can one of you explain when this happened?" he motioned towards your linking hands. You and Jake smiled at each other before walking away, leaving Jay in a fit of joy, and confusion.

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naitiaclo960writings · 4 years

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Day 1 - On the Road Again

Dean was 16 when he first fell in love. It wasn’t just one of those passing things, the one that was poisoning you with adrenaline until the effect faded and pushed you to get your next dose somewhere else. No, he had fallen in love for real this time, he knew it in the way his body rebelled against his mind every time he repeated to himself, "don’t get attached". His only romantic experience up to that point had been a few months before, when he dated Robin at Sonny’s house for delinquent boys, but nothing really comparable to what he now had with Joshua.

Josh was a teenager lost in the Illinois countryside, just like Dean and his younger brother for almost five months now. Between an absent father and a mother working 50 hours a week, Josh was a brilliant student in class, but discreet everywhere else. Somewhere, in their respective torments, they had found themselves walking to high school together before building more.

Dean’s pretext of asking for help with his economics homework had lasted awhile before Joshua claimed that he needed assistance with the air conditioning in his bathroom and, quickly, they ended up behind that old junkyard at the edge of the forest every evening after school to kiss for hours. Dean then could have claimed that it was a rewarding experience, a face like any other in the middle of his life constantly on the road. However, the more months passed, the less the desire to eat up the miles on the passenger seat of the Impala seemed exciting to him.

Joshua, meanwhile, found himself relishing greedily the breath of fresh air that Dean Winchester was in his monotonous life. His friend, however, had never lied. Since their first meeting Dean had told him that he was not destined to stay long in the area. But the days had turned into weeks, then months with no further news of Winchester senior other than an envelope full of bills every three weeks and Josh could not control his growing love for all the facets of Dean that he got a wicked pleasure to gradually expose in broad daylight. He then knew that he had lost the battle against his heart when he offered him a romantic evening for their three months together, to which Dean had rolled his eyes with a barely hidden smile.

Despite this, as the Fall slowly showed the tip of his yellowing leaves in Illinois, Dean suddenly showed up one Monday morning with a knot so big in his throat that Josh was sure he could feel it under his fingers. Dean’s bothered and restrained face had then not left him all week, Joshua feeling his muscles tense every time he took his hand or kissed him.

One night among so many, while they were kissing like the clandestine lovers they were, Joshua simply could not refrain from asking the question. After a long, embarrassed silence, Dean answered without daring to raise his eyes in Josh’s brown iris.

"My father called us last weekend…".

Joshua allowed him a second equally tense silence, feeling his own throat struggling to swallow the hundreds of questions that threatened to escape from his mouth. Dean resumed, finally releasing his lower lip from between his teeth.

"He’s picking us up tomorrow… He’s found another job in Utah."

Joshua felt his heart contorting in his chest and he was almost certain that Dean’s was doing the same in view of the painful expression of his boyfriend. It was as if time had suspended itself after these words, none of the teenagers moving, yet so close to each other that they were now breathing the same air. Dean still couldn’t meet his eyes while Josh kept watching him in hopes of something, anything. Eventually, Josh swallowed the heart that was beating in his trachea and tightened his grip on Dean’s arm. They both knew what it meant, but neither had the courage to say it out loud.

"I heard that winter is terrible in Utah. Do you know how to ski at least?" Asked Josh in a laughter that didn’t fool anyone.

It had at least the merit of snatching a fine smile from Dean who lifted up his shaken gaze towards him. To fill the next silence, their lips found themselves almost by automatism, but the whole action had a taste of farewell that neither could overstep. When they parted again, Josh uttered a resolute exclamation before going into his bag a little further. Dean glared at him in disbelief, but waited calmly until his boyfriend came back with a torn piece of paper. On it was scribbled 10 digits in a hurry. Josh handed him his number with a sweet and resolute smile.

"Here, so we can keep calling each other and, when you come back around, then I’ll know where to meet you."

His gesture remained in mid-air when Dean merely looked at the piece of paper with overwhelming sadness. After long seconds, Josh dropped his arm against his body, his smile gone. Dean licked his lips, embarrassed and a knot in his belly.

- "I’m sorry Josh…" He whispered in the surrounding silence, as if he was unable to answer him louder for fear of breaking something.

And somehow, these insipid words were worse than a long explanation punctuated with tears. Josh merely nodded and stood there, his gaze detailing the fallen leaves around them, unable to say more. When Dean spoke again, Josh almost jumped.

"I...I know that’s not what you want to hear, but my life is catching up on me and…" Dean made a clucking noise in his tongue, visibly annoyed by his own words. He was probably tired of sounding like an insensitive asshole this time. "Listen…" Dean took Josh’s free hand and finally looked at him." I know… And I’m so sorry. But… my dad and Sam, it’s… you know? I can’t tell them I’m staying, even if I want to…”

Josh did not react, even if he perceived the obvious distress in Dean’s gestures and voice. He pinched his lips, his face desperately neutral. Dean swallowed.

"This is certainly the first time I’ve felt the need to stay somewhere… to go to school and eat local burgers every Friday night even though their pies taste like butt." He smiled hesitantly before becoming serious again, seeing Josh’s face still so close despite his attempts to defuse the situation. "But if I don’t go with them… Even though I know they can manage without me, I’m too afraid to let them. Tell me you understand, please…"

Josh tightened his fingers around Dean’s fingers, his eyes begging, but his face still so impassive as not to reveal the withering pieces of his heart.

"The phone number."

This was all he was able to say without his voice breaking. Dean nodded with a certain rigidity, painfully biting his lip again, so that it was now red and swollen. Dean sighed before watching their two hands tied, sounding defeated.

"Maybe… I lied to myself thinking everything would be okay this time." And for God’s sake, he couldn’t tell him that he was once again choosing his family. That, once again, he would rather break his heart than face his father’s gaze or that devouring guilt by imagining leaving Sam behind. He clenched his fist. "I know I’m unfair… but maybe it’s better if you stop being emotionally invested with me right now."

These words burned his tongue and fed the growing fire inside Josh. Wasn’t it a little late for this? Josh was not a toy that he could break and change the batteries as he wished. Only, Josh was also a sweet boy, had always been, and although some criticized him for letting people walk all over him too often, the teenager could not bring himself to overwhelm Dean today. Tomorrow, maybe, in three weeks, certainly.... But not now. Josh nodded an umpteenth time as if it didn’t tear his heart to do so and offered him a painful smile that Dean knew only too well from years spent practicing it.

"I understand…" Even if he didn’t want to." "It’s not your fault." Even if he would have preferred.

When Josh saw the guilt in every line of Dean’s face, he briefly felt sorry himself too, but he knew he couldn’t do better than that. So, slowly, he let go of Dean’s hand to untie the braided leather bracelet he had worn on his wrist since his 12th birthday. The clip was almost hard to open as he never removed it and when the leather rolled out of his skin, he felt naked. He placed the bracelet in the palm of his hand and pressed it into Dean’s, closing his boyfriend’s fingers on it. Josh felt his lips stretch into another tender smile.

"It’s not a phone number." He said. "But maybe, someday, it will bring you back to me?"

Dean was unable to answer because his throat was so tight. He took the bracelet and passed it around his own wrist, just below his watch, before covering it with the sleeve of his plaid. There was nothing else to say in the face of the overwhelming reality that came to crush their mad love; irrational hope at the edge of a dying forest.

That night, Dean and Josh kissed longer before leaving each other, as if to engrave this sensation in their bodies and minds. Dean could not help but walk away like a death-row inmate and Joshua watched him do it with this unbearable sensation of rupture deep inside him.

The next morning, Dean did not attend school. He also did not come behind the junkyard in the evening, stumbling on a broad branch of a tree as he used to do before throwing a bunch of curses at it. The next day, Josh was alone to listen to the rumble of the Impala moving away from Illinois while his leather bracelet went on the road again, away from him and his mistreated heart. * * * @winchester-reload

This is this time of the year again, FINALLY! I’ll do my best to post ficlets throughout the whole month, I hope you guys will like it :). Thank you again Jackie for this year’s Suptober, so excited about it!

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bittywitches · 4 years

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3. “It’s three in the morning.”

38: “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

42: “I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

44: “I still remember the way you taste.”

Thank you to @reidscriminal and the lovely anon for requesting this :) (It got a bit long (~3.5k) so I thought I’d make a separate post lol)

WARNINGS: Alcohol addiction, Murder mention (sorry this got intense)

“Please, I really dont wanna be alone right now.”

“Y/N, it’s three in the morning. Go the fuck to bed.”

Grayson’s groggy, scratchy voice was the only sound that could be heard in his pitch black bedroom, the only source of light being the luminescent beams coming from the cellphone that he held pressed to his ear. Half of his face was still smushed into the cold surface of his pillow, no doubt a pool of drool probably printed onto it. His phone dangled loosely in his hand’s grip, it basically balancing on his left ear. Grayson had yet to gain full consciousness, only aware that he was currently speaking to his best friend, and for some reason she wasn’t asleep.

“Cmon, I can’t trust myself to be alone right now. Plus, when’s the last time we hung out together, hm? Don’t you miss me?” Her purr over the line was enough to finally wake him up, getting him to sit up and lean back against his headboard before stretching an arm over his head.

“‘Course I miss you. Doesn’t mean I wanna hear your dumb voice in the middle of the night.”

“Hurt. I’m hurt.” She moaned, and Grayson rolled his eyes. “Come oooon, Gray. We’ll have fun, I promise.”

It was the suggestiveness in her voice that finally tipped him off to what was going on. “are you drunk?”

“Hah!” She snorted, then guffawed, which then diminished to a few chortles and chuckles. “Okay maybe a little. But I have a valid reason!”

“And is it better than ‘we happened to have some left over bottles’?”

“Yes!! It is. And I’ll only tell you what it is once you come overrrr.” She almost whined like a little girl.

Grayson groaned. “Y/N, you know that I-“

“Hate it when I drink, I know.” Her voice actually sounded a bit pained, and Grayson almost felt bad for bringing it up. “I’m sorry, Okay? I wasn’t thinking straight, like usual. Now please come over?”

Grayson hesitated, letting the silence of his room fill his head while he sat in thought.

“Pretty please?”

Her small voice echoed through his phone, and never in a million years would he ever admit how much it made his heart ache.

He groaned. “God, fine. I’ll be over in a half hour.”

“Fifteen minutes.”

“I thought I was doing you the favour.”

“You are, but you love me. Shit, bring your wacko vegan pasta. We’ll have a slumber party.”

“Fucking Christ you are the worst-“ but then she hung up on him.

Despite his frustration, Grayson still made it to her door 15 minutes later, tired, confused, and a little out of breath. As soon as it opened to reveal Y/N’s face, however, all remaining signs of those feelings disappeared; because the only thing he could think of now was how terrible his best friend looked.

Typically speaking, she didn’t look that bad, considering how late it was and how drunk she probably was. But it wasn’t her messed up hair or her glazed over eyes, the stains on her old pyjama shirt or the mess of blankets and turned over bottles laid sporadically over the coffee table. No, it was just her. The feeling he got from her. The look in her eye that wasn’t filled with their usual temperamental spark; it seemed hollow, missing, a dark crevice missing it’s light. It worried him.

“You know, this is technically a booty call.” She grinned, her usual tenacity seeming to resurface as she grabbed the bag that was in Grayson’s arms. “Yknow, without the boning down.” She raised her eyebrow. “Although that could be arranged-”

“God just stop talking would you.” Grayson’s face burned as he walked past her, her laughs filling the room as he threw his shoes in the general area of the shoe rack.

“What’s going on?” Grayson finally asked as she closed the door behind him.

“Nothin’. Slumber party, remember?” Her hunched over shoulders turned back toward him, and the way her face seemed so sunken and desperate while her eyes tried to tell a different story- It scared the shit out of him.

“‘Mgonna make pasta.” Y/N announced to what seemed to be herself, dumping the bag’s contents out onto the kitchen counter before grabbing the pasta box.

“Alright…” Grayson was used to these types of nights. They tended to happen once or twice every few months, usually after a night of partying where Y/N got just a little too intense, or during a rather stressful week where she just wasn’t able to pace herself. Yes, it was obvious that Y/N wasn’t the greatest when it came to coping. She didn’t like to feel, or think either to be quiet honest. She liked that dull haze, that numbness she felt where she could just go about everything without feeling everything.

And yes, Grayson hated it when she did this. He despised it, really. But he’d known her for so long, and she’d been like this for longer. He didn’t know what to do other than just be there when she asked for him. And usually it was fine, although she could be handful. Y/N seemed to double on her energy whenever she drank, so it would take him some time to wear her out. But once he did, it was smooth-sailing. This time however, it was so different. She wasn’t being her usual hectic self. She looked tired, but that itself wasn’t enough to describe it. For some reason the word that kept coming back to him was expired. She looked like she was about to expire. She’d found her limit, her pushing point, her finish line. She was done, she was finished.

Grayson was scared to see what would happen when she was finished.

The pot fell out Y/N’s hands and fell into the sink, getting a “shit” out of her and a jolt from Grayson.

“Jesus, give it here.” He finally trudged towards her, pushing her away from the sink, then reached into it to grab the pot and fill it with water.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

She sighed, leaning her back against the counter and watching as the water rose in the cool metal. “Joanna broke up with me.”

Grayson’s head whipped over his shoulder to look at her, his eyes widening at the words. “Oh.”

She smiled, though her eyes didn’t leave the tap. “Yeah. she actually broke up with me yesterday, at lunch.”

“Wha- Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d wanna jump on this as soon as you found out.”

“Christ Y/N, I-”

She waved away at him, shaking her head. “No I understand, I am a hot piece of ass. But you need to control yourself, I need a cool down period-”

“Y/N!”

She sighed, then shrugged. “Because I knew you’d say I told you so.”

Grayson scoffed. “Y/N-”

“Come on, I know how much you hate her! You kept saying that she was going to.”

“Well I mean come on with how on-and-off you guys were- and besides this is probably just another one of your ‘breaks’. She’ll be calling you again any day now-”

“No.” Her voice was dark now, dropping all the flirty undertones in her voice, and Grayson had to look away from the now boiling pot of pasta at her face when she said it. “No. it was real this time.”

“How do you know?”

She reached into her pyjama pant pocket and brought her phone out, turning it on and unlocking it to show the screen that she’d obviously been looking at before since it was still open. She turned her phone to show him.

It was Joanna’s instagram story, and it was a picture of her at a party, making out with some red-headed girl.

Grayson only knew one read-head.

“Wait, is that-”

“That bitch I accused her of cheating on me with?” The sudden power in her voice startled him. “Yep. Turns out I was right all along, and wasn’t just being paranoid.”

He was at a loss for words. “Y/N… I’m so sorry.”

“Like hell you are.”

“I am.”

“Shut up.” She sighed, jumping up to sit on the counter. “I know for a fact you feel like gloating right now. And I don’t blame you.”

In reality, Grayson really didn’t. Sure, he was glad that Joanna was gone. He knew she was never good for Y/N. But he hated how she’d left her. This broken shell that was supposed to hold the girl he loved with all his heart but for some reason appeared to just be some sort of apparition instead.

She put her head in her hands. “Yea, I really don’t blame you. God, that BITCH!” She yelled that last part, and threw a spoon she had at some point grabbed into the sink, it hitting the faucet and causing a huge clang sound that continued to ring seconds afterwards.

“Jesus Christ Y/N calm down.” Grayson went to her, grabbing her arms firmly into his fists to steady her, because he could see her nostrils flaring.

“What is there to be calm about? God I fucking hate her! I just wanna- I don’t know, smash her head against-” She stopped, her eyes widening before she let out an almost maniacal laugh. “Oh my god. I want to smash her head against that stupid lamp that asshole red-head Quinn got her for her birthday. That fucking lamp she keeps on her bedside table right next to the photo of the two of us- oh my GOD that fucking BITCH-”

“Y/N?” Grayson’s voice was small. “Maybe you should-”

“I’m going to kill her. I’m literally going to kill her. I’m going go down to her apartment, that dumbass forget to ask for her key, and I’m gonna take that damn lamp’s chord and strangle her in her SLEEP-”

“Y/N!” Grayson’s hands came up to grip her face; his eyes frantic as they flickered between her seething ones. “You’ve got to breathe. You’re raving like a maniac! You're talking like you’ve actually thought about how you’re gonna-” He looked at her eyes once more, and his arms fell limp next to her on the counter.

“Oh dear god, you’ve thought about this, haven't you?” When she didn’t reply, his hand came up to rub his face. “Y/N tell me you haven’t thought about how you’re going to kill Joanna.”

“Hey, come on!” She threw her hands in the air. “It’s my right as the crazy bitch ex-girlfriend.” She began to laugh.

“Oh my god-” He spun around, rubbing his hair up his scalp and resting his hands on the back of his neck.

“Oh come on I’m not gonna do anything. You just have to let me be crazy for a little bit.”

“Who the fuck is being this loud this early?” The both of them looked over to see Y/N’s roommate walking into the living room.

“Sorry Tam.” Y/N mumbled, and her eyes widened when she saw her roommate’s eyes go to the coffee table.

“Oh Y/N not again-”

“I’ll clean it up I promise please don’t get mad.” She rushed, jumping off the counter and rushing to the sofa, starting to messily pick up glasses and snack bags.

Tam sighed. “Babe you know I don’t care about the mess, I care about you-” She paused when she saw Grayson awkwardly standing in the kitchen, and she groaned. “And what is Spartacus doing here?”

“Don’t mind me, I’m only here to establish an alibi. You know, in case Joanna’s found dead in her bathtub tomorrow morning.”

“Ah. so she told you.”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, and she is doing just fine so you can go back to sleep, so sorry for waking you-” Y/N shuffled passed her, chucking a whole armful of trash into the garbage bin and some dirty dishes into the sink, a loud clang following.

Tam winced. “Hon your breath stinks-”

“Tam I know, okay?” Her voice cracked a bit there, that similar pain Grayson had heard on the phone returning to her voice. “I fucking know. It won’t happen again. You can go sleep.”

Tam raised her eyebrows, then looked at Grayson, and he just nodded at her, letting her know that he’d take care of her.

“Alright. Goodnight.”

“Gnight.”

“Gnight Gray.”

He smiled at her, and she disappeared into her room, her door shutting closed behind her.

As soon as Y/N heard that click, her hot tears began to stream down her cheeks, a stifled sob coming out.

Grayson’s head shot towards her. “Y/N-”

He immediately went and wrapped his arms around her, her sobs getting muffled in his shirt. He stroked her back and she gripped his shoulders, trying to calm herself.

“God I hate her. I hate her so fucking much.”

“Hey, hey, It’s okay.” He pushed her back a bit to look at her, and it pained him so much to see her look the way she did. “Okay, how about you go sit on the couch and watch something on the TV while I finish this pasta, hm?”

She sniffled. “‘Kay.”

“Okay.” She shuffled back towards the couch, plopping herself down and draping the covers over her before turning the TV on and putting on an episode of Friends.

Grayson sighed, turning back to the stove. He worked mindlessly, listening to the fake laugh track coming from the TV as he did, but really thinking about Y/N. He kept glancing over at her, and it really astonished him just how shit she looked. She looked awful. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was in knots and tangles and she now had Tostito crumbs peppered all across her blanket and chest. God she was doing so bad Grayson felt bad that Tam had to deal with her. And how angry he was at her for dealing with everything like this; he knew she was going through a rough time, but it killed him, maddened him every time he had to see her with those hazy eyes.

In a messed up way, right now, looking at her, Grayson was fairly sure that he hated her. He hated her so much that it pained him because she wouldn’t listen. For some reason Y/N wanted this terrible girl that was nothing but bad news for her. For some reason she kept going back to her despite all the shit she put her through. Y/N was stubborn and she was stupid and she was selfish and yet here he was, standing in her kitchen, making her his stupid vegan pasta.

Why?

He sighed. Because for some reason only god knows, I still love her.

And that was when it clicked.

He turned around to look at her again, and his eyes finally softened for the first time that night.

They were one and the same, weren’t they?

***

Grayson sat next to Y/N, her feet thrown over his lap, her empty bowl of pasta sat atop the coffee table dangerously close to the edge. She had been lying there silently for a bit, her eyes closed and her arms folded on top of her chest.

Grayson had been sitting their, stewing in his thoughts for a bit while he absentmindedly rubbed Y/N’s leg. He’d been thinking about her, about him, about him and her together and all of the fucked up feelings that were stuck in between.

But he was mainly thinking about a certain night from a few months ago. A night similar to this one, yet had ended much differently, and had possible changed the way he would think about Y/N for the rest of forever. And there was just one question that kept arising in his head, in his chest, but mainly in his heart, that he just needed to know the answer to.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Mm?” He was surprised. She wasn’t asleep.

“You know that I have feelings for you, right?”

The abruptness of the question startled Y/N, making her look up at him with her eyes wide. “What?”

But he continued on as if what he’d said wasn’t any weirder than asking what she’d eaten that afternoon. “I’m only asking because it’s not like I ever try and hide it. And yknow, you’re always teasing me with your flirting.”

To him it looked like there was a buffer in Y/N’s brain, because it took her a second before she could say anything. “Yea. Yea, I do know.”

“Right.” He inhaled. “Do you remember what happened June 27th?”

Her eyebrow quirked up now. “Uh…”

“That time you and Joanna went on a break because she got sick of the smell of your shampoo. And you got drunk. And I came over.”

Her eyes widened. She did remember. She remembered so well. “Why?”

“Do you remember how you were flirting with me that day?”

A lump was forming in Y/N’s throat. Yes she remembered. She just decided she wasn’t going to care about it. “Yes. I do. But-”

“Yeah I know you do that all the time but-”

“Grayson I remember. I kissed you that night.”

His eyes widened now, his head turning to hers. “You- you remember that?”

“Grayson, I still remember the way you taste.”

His face flushed. “Why the fuck are you like this.”

“Wha-” She furrowed her eyebrows. “No, I’m not- I’m not trying to joke around this time. I’m trying to say yes I remember that night. Incredibly vividly.”

He blinked at her. “Then why did you do it?”

“I-” She caught herself, and she laid back, hands on her forehead. “I don’t know, Gray.”

“What do you mean? I mean, do you like me? Is it like-”

“Of course I like you Grayson-”

“No like do- do you have feelings for me?”

“I-” She sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest, and looking at him intently. “Gray, I love you. You know that. And you just-” She exhaled. “You feel good. You feel safe. You feel like- You feel like home.”

He tilted his head at her. He didn’t understand.

She sighed. “Look, I know I’m not the most, I guess you could say ‘stable’ person. I’m reckless and I’m stupid and- if you hadn’t stopped me that day I probably would’ve ended up fucking you.” Gray’s face flushed again. “But that doesn’t mean that I- God, I was just emotional, and drunk, and, quite frankly I was feeling like I am right now. I feel lost and scared and stupid and you’re like, my anchor. You hold me in place. Things turn to shit and I fuck myself over but you’re still always here, and I don’t fucking know why.” There was a sob beginning to prickle within her throat. “I don’t know why you put up with me and my shit because all I do is hurt you and honestly if I was actually a good friend I’d tell you to drop me. Leave me and let me be self-destructive on my own. I don’t need to drag you down with me. But- but-” Her voice hitched. “But you stay, and you help me, and you rebuild me, and it makes me love you more and more but then I just go and fuck it all up again and I-”

“You stupid emotional drunk.” Grayson mumbled, wrapping his arms her. She trembled, but she wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t let herself. She felt like she owed him that much.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s…” He paused. “It’s okay.”

He sighed, and she breathed out into his shoulder. “I’m not gonna drop you.” He finally said. “You just scare me sometimes.”

She nodded. “I know.”

She leaned back so she could look at him again. “I do love you. I love you so much.”

Grayson smiled. “I know.”

“I think I just love you in a way I’ve never loved anybody else before. And my brain just doesn’t know what to do with that.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me.”

“But you’re not getting it I-”

“Y/N.”

“Wouldn’t your life just be better without me fucking it up?”

“You don’t fuck it up.”

“That’s the biggest lie of the century.”

“You fuck yourself up, and I hate that you do that.”

The pained expression. “I know.”

“But I stick around because I believe that you’ll stop.” He looked at her, and he realized that, maybe his love for her was something his brain couldn’t understand too. “I believe you’ll get better.”

She nodded. “I will.” She took his hand. “I mean it this time.”

He squeezed hers. “I know.”

“How?”

He looked at how her eyes glistened now, how they seemed to shine differently, more meaningfully. Like they were determined. Hopeful. Cleansed and new.

He smiled. “I just do.”

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AUgust 7: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS 12 YEAR OLD

PROMPT THE SEVENTH: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS wait how can you childhood friends au killugon, I asked myself, forgetting that I had a whole-ass idea in my drafts already. this one’s a proper fic, too (minus editing cuz l o l it’s an AU writing challenge, not editing challenge). T, aged-up killugon, modern day au. ft ambiguous descriptions of social media, alluka, kalluto, and leorio in killua’s corner, and zushi and spinner in gon’s, brief discussion of getting plastered and dealing with a hangover. 5000 words.

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The first sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when Killua wakes up with a hangover.

This does not happen. Killua can count on one hand the number of times he’s gotten so drunk he’s had a hangover, and most of them are the fault of his little siblings. Little siblings who are now living together, whose couch he is currently painfully existing upon, half too hot and his toes way too cold. And the couch is too soft, an old secondhand thing he’d helped Alluka grapple up the stairs months ago after they found it outside an old dorm. He makes a notch in his very sore brain to blame the current situation on them. Kalluto might be kind enough to let a drunk big brother crash with them, but Alluka has a devious streak a mile wide.

Yeah. This is definitely their fault.

One eye slowly creaks open, surveying his surroundings through blurry vision. Nothing out of the ordinary here. He’s in the pajamas he’s left with Alluka forever ago, curled up under an old blanket he gave her for Nanika’s birthday. It’s covered in the Matrix code, all green letters on black wool. It barely covers him from chest to knees, which explains the cold toes.

Sunlight flickers through the curtains, cheerful and bright, and Killua pulls the blanket over his face. He’ll take cold toes over being blinded by his headache.

The second sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when a noise like a chainsaw burrowing through a marshmallow erupts from his phone buzzing on the coffee table, just barely out of reach.

Killua attempts to bury himself under the blanket. He’s not dealing with work today.

And then he remembers: He doesn’t have work. Work can’t bother him today. Not just because it’s a weekend—work never respected the sanctity of weekends, no matter that he was at least partially in charge and used to have a fancy degree hanging on his wall. He doesn’t have work anymore. Killua quit.

Which, well. That explains the hangover.

He’s still blaming his siblings.

His phone buzzes loud enough to break the sound barrier, and Killua decides, fuck it. He doesn’t have anything to lose. If it’s the-place-formerly-known-as-work, he can delete everything. If it’s Mom or Father, he can definitely delete everything. And maybe it’s a friendly person, congratulating him on giving up a job that for anyone else would have been an absolute money-making dream. He’ll delete those too.

It takes a few tries to unlock his phone, and it unfortunately involves opening his eyes, squinting against the glaring light of the screen. But once he does, he frowns. Maybe he’s seeing double. Or a hundredfold. Because he should not have this many notifications.

awwww cute, i hope u 2 find each other! the top one says. It has several hundred likes. Why is it in his notifications?

Scrolling down reveals that it’s not an anomaly.

wtf man how can you find a TWELVE YEAR OLD from FIFTEEN YEARS AGO.

Me and my mom went on a cruise around there once, it was really pretty!

this is so sweet T__T maybe this is him?

And then another hundred photos of brown-skinned men with varying degrees of shirt-wearing, all black haired and most of them buff in very appealing ways and all of them beaming at Killua.

“What the fuck,” Killua croaks as he scrolls through all of the images and messages. Maybe this is a dream. A really weird, hangover-induced dream about how little of a social life he has, that his phone is possessed by someone else’s. A warning of sorts, that he should never have installed any social media on his phone ever, not even for hookups.

The reason for all the notifications lies at the top of his own page. Just a few sentences, all-caps, with an image of an old crinkled photo of two boys on a tropical beach, grinning at the camera. Killua sees himself, white curly hair flying in all directions and pale skin sunburned and ruddy with the briny wind, happier than Killua can ever remember being. Next to him, one arm slung around his shoulders and the other holding a bucket full of seashells, is a brown-skinned boy with freckles dancing across his nose and the tops of his shoulders, brown eyes wide and laughing and black hair thick and spiked from some mix of wind and seawater and natural gravity defiance.

He didn’t know he still had this photo. It had followed him from childhood all the way through grad school, a carefully guarded keepsake hidden away from the watchful eyes of his parents and Illumi, before ending up in a box or a bag at some point in the last few years. Part of Killua thought he’d lost it in the move. He barely remembers much about being twelve, about the cruise he’d been forcibly dragged on. But he remembers…

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? yells the caption. WE WERE BEST FRIENDS FOR A WEEK WHEN I GOT DRAGGED ON A CRUISE BY MY ASSHOLE PARENTS. HE WAS 12 ON WHALE ISLAND 15 YEARS AGO. IF FOUND, DM IMMEDIATELY.

“Gon,” Killua breathes.

He gathers himself, wrapping the blanket around his head in a feeble protection against the morning, and lurches over to Alluka’s room.

He gets to bang on her door three times, confused spite winning out over his own pounding headache, before Kalluto appears out of their room, blinking blearily at Killua. “Shut up.”

Killua kicks Alluka’s door for good measure, and brandishes his phone in front of him like a weapon. “Not until you explain what the hell this is doing on the internet.”

Kalluto pales, then flushes, then pales again. “Oh. Um.”

At that, Alluka creaks her door open, guilty blue eyes far too awake for how close to noon it is. Killua kind of wants to kill her on principle alone. If he has to be hungover, so does everyone else.

“Explain,” he grinds out through his teeth.

The third and final sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when Alluka puts on her most winning smile, the kind she uses to ward off angry customers and idiotic faux-academics on the internet. “Congratulations, Brother! I might have made you go viral.”

Killua throws his phone at her.

—————

Today’s going to be a good day, Gon decides. He’s been in the forests of East Gorteau for the better part of a month, which normally isn’t so bad. But this group has been…They’re nice enough, when Gon’s not spending half of his time explaining that, no, that species of plant does not make a good stew, and no, that species is endangered please don’t hunt them, and yes Gon is sure he doesn’t date his clients even after the hike, and no the reason the tent fell over again is because it wasn’t properly set up in the first place—

All of Aunt Mito’s complaints about tourists on Whale Island make so much more sense, now that Gon’s leading backwoods hikes.

But last night had been fun! Spinner had met the group at a pre-set campsite not far from their pickup so Gon hadn’t had to work the whole night, and he could relax with his friend over good food, more alcohol than he probably should have drunk, and not having to explain to Mrs. Yuldvin the difference between marijuana, buckeye, and poison oak again. Spinner had even taken care of the fire, although she had left him to rescue the Podomos siblings from the ruins of their tent with nothing more than a smirk and a wave. Nevertheless, Gon smiled through his headache all morning, because soon he’ll be home, and he can sleep.

Zushi is waiting in the parking lot once Gon’s done packing up the last of the gear and saying goodbye to Spinner, jeep idling while he flicks through his phone, thick eyebrows drawn together in increasing concern. He doesn’t even look up until Gon drops his pack onto the hood of the car, and he jolts so badly in surprise that he tosses his phone in the air.

“Are you okay?” Gon asks, and tries to peek at the screen.

Zushi pulls it up and away, a frantic look in his eyes. It won’t really keep Gon from seeing what’s happening, not if he wants to, but Zushi’s height is enough of a deterrent to make it hard. “You were gone way too long,” he says.

Gon leans against the hot metal of Zushi’s car. It wasn’t an unusual length for a trip, not really—this backcountry needs the length to be able to see and understand the region. Not to mention the Small Billed Swan preservation society keeping the whole place locked down except to authorized guides and trekkers. Zushi knows this. They’ve been roommates long enough that this isn’t even the longest time Gon’s been gone.

“You knew I’d be gone til today,” Gon says.

“Yeah, but…” Zushi’s eyebrows descend even further, scrunching his whole face up in worry. “You haven’t checked your phone, right?”

“No?” Even if he did have cell service, Gon never brings his own phone. He borrows Kite’s satellite phone, because it is more reliable and doesn’t need to be charged constantly.

“Okay. Well.” Zushi takes a deep breath, then another, one of Wing’s old meditation techniques. Despite his exhaustion and single-minded determination to sink into a real bed and sleep for a week, Gon feels a minor pang of worry. On breath three, he unlocks his phone and turns it towards Gon. “You’re a meme.”

On Zushi’s screen is a photo Gon can’t ever forget about. Backed by Whale Island’s sunbleached white beaches and the humid brilliant colors of summer, Gon sees himself—twelve, smiling from ear to ear, hair a mess from swimming and his shirt practically covered in sand from digging up all the seashells in his bucket. He’s got an arm around another boy, who’s caught mid-laugh so his blue eyes burn the same color as the sky, white curls even messier than Gon’s hair. They look like they’ve known each other their whole lives, like they’d still be best friends even if they haven’t seen or spoken to each other since the photo was taken.

Gon hopes Killua thinks so, too.

He cradles the phone in his hand, carefully zooming in on their faces and the errant crinkles visible through the photo. His own faded copy is in a drawer, having survived a whole trip around the world and countless apartment jumps. This one looks just as well cared for, in its own way.

“That…is you, right?” Zushi asks carefully. “Because Wing was asking, and half of Kite’s guide company is yelling about it on your social media page that you don’t even use, and now people are messaging me, and they’re saying the weirdest things, and the post is from last week, so—”

“It’s Killua,” Gon says. A smile spreads across his face, a mirror to the one he’d had when he was twelve. “That’s Killua!”

“Who?” the others ask, but Gon isn’t listening.

He spins, frantically searching his pockets for his phone. “Spinner, can you do me a favor?”

She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

Gon knew today was going to be a good day.

—————

It’s been a week, and Killua has quit all social media forever.

The steady buzz of his phone informing the apartment of his notifications is not his problem. Alluka’s the one who decided to hack into his phone and post something to his old public account, the one he mostly uses for photos of cats and complaining about terrible business precedents. He hasn’t posted much since school, and if anything, it should have simply vanished into the void of the internet.

He finds the culprit fairly quickly, and for once it’s not his sister’s moderate but dedicated video following.

“Old man, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Leorio lounges in Alluka and Kalluto’s living room, freshly out of his scrubs and looking pleased as all hell. “I just reblogged a fun post from my friend,” he says somewhat defensively. “You were a cute kid, Killua. What happened?”

Killua feels a growl creep up his throat. “You can’t just do that,” he snaps.

“It’s not my fault the people like my well-coiffed but rugged appearance and dedication to social justice in medicine.”

“You have 500,000 followers because you made a joke post two years ago, and some authorized user reblogged it five times. It has nothing to do with your ugly mug.” If Killua squints and plugs his ears, he can even see why people think Leorio’s attractive or whatever: tan skin, lean but strong as hell, actually takes care of his hair, not to mention a damn good doctor with one of the most prestigious institutions in Yorknew who spends most of his free time running health clinics in impoverished neighborhoods. That’s all swell. But then he starts talking, and Killua has no idea where the off button is.

Leorio spreads a hand out, gesturing vaguely with the glass of iced tea that he’d helped himself to out of Alluka’s stash. “It has everything to do with my ‘ugly mug,’” he says. “Which is why I used my powers for good and spread your post. Don’t you want to find him?”

“Not like this!”

“You were not going to find him at all,” Kalluto’s quiet voice pipes up from the kitchen. They have night classes tonight, but Killua has a feeling that even if they were supposed to be attending their Yorknew Uni lectures, they would still be here making Killua’s life worse. “You’ve had that picture for years, and you did not even try to look.”

Leorio gives him a judgmental look over the tops of his stupid tiny glasses. “You haven’t?”

It would be a losing game to bury his burning face in one of the throw pillows, so Killua does his best to cross his arms over his chest and glower instead. “I…tried.”

“And?”

“I don’t even know his last name!” Killua splutters. “I didn’t have his number or where he was from, other than his mom worked on the ship. And that cruiseline went bankrupt and liquidated everything before I could get out of the house, so I couldn’t even look that up.”

Kalluto crosses over from the kitchen and perches like a sweatshirt-wearing crow on the coffee table, their blue eyes carefully neutral under straight black bangs. “Alluka and Nanika would have helped. Or even Milluki, if you had explained the situation.”

“I was eighteen, okay? I just left home, and our parents were still being…shit, themselves, I guess.” He hadn’t even considered asking for help. Then again, he’d tried the moment he could, that first summer of undergrad where he didn’t have to come home and Illumi couldn’t spend half his time breathing down the back of Killua’s neck. He had a general idea of where they’d gone, maps of islands scurried away in the closet with the old photo and a bag full of seashells Gon had given him as a going-away present.

They’d been friends for a week, in the whirlwind way that only kids can be. The cruise ship was massive, and Killua’s parents were in meetings half the time and playing nice with the other rich people on board the other half. Killua had been bored witless, and Gon was everything he couldn’t have possibly imagined: encouraging Killua to go exploring, to stealing food from the kitchens, making him help clean up the decks, playing cards with the deckhands. Sneaking off the boat to visit an island without Killua’s parents while the ship was docked, scrambling over the burning hot sands and dashing through the jungle, diving into the waves fully clothed and competing to see who could find the biggest prettiest shells. Gon’d been Killua’s first friend, his first crush, his first…a lot of firsts.

Then the cruise had ended, and Killua forgot to give Gon his phone number. His address. Anything. They’d been so swept up in being friends, being best friends, it had seemed impossible that they would never see each other again.

Does Gon even remember? Why should he, when Killua hasn’t contacted him? Would they even be friends anymore?

Maybe he hadn’t searched hard enough. But part of Killua thinks he shouldn’t have tried at all.

The phone buzzes loudly, and Killua tries not to flinch.

“Hey, Killua. It’s okay.” Leorio leans forward, hands clasped over his too-long limbs and expression gentle. “If you want me to delete it, I will. Not sure I can help with the viral part of things, except maybe go through your messages and delete the gross ones, or at least find the weirdest ones for you to laugh at later.”

“Alluka and I have been doing this already,” Kalluto says, their posture a little too protective for Killua’s raw nerves at this point. “But perhaps you have some suggestions for what to do next, Dr. Paladiknight?”

Leorio smiles sympathetically. “Don’t read the comments? That said, most of your comments have been much more positive than anything I usually post. The masses seem to be genuinely rooting for you, kid.”

“I have only had to delete a dozen lewd messages for you this morning,” Kalluto adds, not mentioning the hundred or so that Alluka took care of yesterday.

Killua’s traitorous phone buzzes again, and that’s it. Time to bury himself in a pillow. Killua flops onto the couch, narrowly missing Leorio, and does his best to burrow into the cushions. “That’s just great,” he says into the fabric.

A comforting hand rubs against his hair, messing up the curls for a moment, and Killua refuses to admit that it’s nice, that he has friends like Leorio who even bother to care. “It could be worse. You could be dealing with this while still working a soul-sucking job making more money than most of us will see in our lifetimes, in exchange for giving up all of your morals.”

Killua groans loudly. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“You’re gonna need to do something, Killua! And hey, I might be able to set something up with my—”

“I already told you, no.”

“But it’s what you’re good at. And you wouldn’t be fucking people over to do it.”

“No.”

“Just listen for one—”

Killua lifts his head enough to glare as murderously as he can at Leorio. It must work at least a little, because the doctor shuts up.

Meanwhile, Kalluto is scrolling through Killua’s phone, poking at the screen occasionally. In the awkward silence, their sharp gasp is loud enough to shatter a window, and they hurriedly shove the phone in the pocket of their oversized sweatshirt.

Leorio raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

Kalluto squeezes their eyes shut for a moment, then carefully places the phone on the coffee table, screen pointed innocently at the ceiling. “You will want to look at this one, Brother.”

“This isn’t another erotic sandcastle is it?” he says.

Kalluto shakes their head, and Killua’s stomach lurches up his throat. Alluka has been the one excited about this whole thing. But Kalluto, as reserved as they are, is a massive romantic. The whole thing might be Alluka’s fault, but Killua knows it’s Kalluto who almost lets themselves believe it’ll work. Despite all of the false positives, the people who send messages that don’t sound right or photos that have the wrong smile.

Killua doesn’t want to hope. It can’t possibly be Gon. But his hands shake nonetheless as he unlocks his phone and finds a new message in his DMs.

It’s not from Gon.

Instead, someone with the icon of a small-billed white swan in a soft small-billed hat and a handle of @flymypretties has sent a photo of a brown-skinned man with spiky black hair absolutely covered in dirt and grime. He’s waving at the camera, a backpacking bag propped against his shoulder and the widest smile Killua has ever seen beaming straight through the screen and into his chest. Next to him and half out of frame, a tall tanned man with massive black eyebrows and a tank top showing off an impressive amount of muscle has his head in his hands. Killua feels a sharp stab of sympathy, somewhere buried beneath the racing of his heart.

look im sorry about this but this idiot can’t find his phone and we r kind of in the middle of nowhere so reception’s shit. he wants to know if you admit he found the biggest seashell on the beach, whatever that means.

For a long, long moment—seconds? minutes maybe?—Killua can do nothing but stare at the screen of his phone. Leorio and Kalluto both look at him with a mix of curiosity and worry, Kalluto starting to slowly reach for the phone.

In a completely childish protective moment, Killua grabs it against his chest, like the image will vanish if he doesn’t keep it close.

“Is it…?” Leorio asks.

Killua swallows heavily, trying to think around the roaring of the ocean in his ears. “I think so,” he says faintly.

Kalluto’s eyes widen, and they spin on their heels towards their room. “I’m calling Alluka!”

—————

“Has he responded?”

“No!”

“…what about now?”

Spinner throws her hands in the air so violently that her hat falls off. “For god’s sake, Gon, it’s been an hour, you don’t even have your phone, and you still need to go home.”

Gon huffs and pouts. They’re still in the parking lot over an hour after the rest of the trekking group has left, and all the exhaustion that had settled into Gon’s body from the tour has been turned into a jittery energy that keeps trying to leak out from under his skin. He wants to go home immediately and dig out his copy of the photo, rub out the old fingerprints he and Aunt Mito have left on it over the years. He wants to find his phone and message Killua directly. He wants to wait right here until Killua responds, no matter how long it takes.

He knows it’s childish, to be this selfish. Spinner has work to do, work that she already put on hold to help with the last day of the tour. Kite probably will want to know what’s happening, or at least why his lead guide and his chief guide organizer have been stuck in a parking lot. And Gon can practically feel Zushi’s obsessive scrolling through social media, frantically trying to navigate Gon’s feeds without actually having access.

Gon needs to find his phone.

“Spinner, what if—”

It’s not that Spinner’s a large woman. Out of the three people standing in the parking lot, Zushi’s far and away the strongest, even if he is about as threatening as a large, muscular teddy bear. And Gon has only packed on weight and muscle over his years of backpacking around the wilderness, no matter that he’s not super tall. But Spinner goes for longer, harder treks on her own than anyone but Kite, and she packs in her own climbing gear on top of that, so when she tosses Gon into the back of Zushi’s jeep, he flies.

“Zushi,” she says in a low exhausted snarl, and he jumps right off the hood of his car. Gon probably would have felt bad for him, if everything wasn’t spinning. “If you do not take your roommate home, I am not responsible for the consequences.”

“What if you hear back?” Gon groans around the aches in his side.

Spinner rolls her eyes, and Gon knows she’s just tired. “I’ll let you know.”

“But what if my phone’s gone? What will I do if someone stole it, or if I can’t—”

“I’ll call you go home already,” she says, and slams the door shut on his face.

For a long moment, the only sound is Spinner storming away, boots thudding heavily in the dirt until her car door slams.

The jeep shifts slightly as Zushi quietly lowers himself into the driver’s seat and puts the key into the ignition. Gon wants to tell him to follow Spinner, so she can yell out the window as soon as Killua gets back to her. But Zushi looks about ready to bolt. So Gon slumps back in the seat, the rumble of tires crunching through gravel making his already jittery nerves shake.

A small voice that sounds a lot like Kite tells Gon that it’s better to wait, that it will be easier to have a conversation and determine if this really is Killua after a rest and a shower.

Gon doesn’t want that, though. He wants…

It’s been a long time since he was on Whale Island. Longer still since he saw Killua. That doesn’t mean he stopped thinking about either of them, during the quiet moments out under the stars. They’re part of him, like his lungs are part of him—essential and irreplaceable, buried so far inside that removing them would change him irrevocably.

What is Killua like now? Is Gon just as important to him as he is to Gon? He has to be. Right?

They make it home without saying anything else. Gon floats in and out between bone-deep weariness and electric sparks of nervous joy, and Zushi flinches every time Gon jolts himself from one to the other.

“Hey, are you…I mean, maybe not okay, but.”

Gon lifts his chin up sharply at the sound of his roommate’s voice, and notices the familiar apartment complex in front of him. Oh, they’re home. “I’m good,” he says, and grins.

“Sure,” Zushi says like he doesn’t believe Gon.

A dubious silence stretches out between them as they gather the rest of the gear, dropping it in a heap on the sidewalk. “You were kids, though,” Zushi finally says.

Gon shrugs and slams the door shut hard enough to make the vehicle rattle. “I didn’t forget. So I don’t think Killua would, either.”

Zushi’s eyebrows wrinkle on each other, like they can’t decide whether to go up or down and settle on some combination of the two. “What if he did?”

“He didn’t,” Gon says, more sure of that than anything else in his life.

Zushi’s eyebrows dance again, but he doesn’t say anything else.

Between Gon’s camping gear and Zushi’s leftover practice pads, it takes longer than Gon’s excitement can take to get everything settled enough to look for his phone. Well, Gon would have liked to look for his phone, but Zushi makes a pointed look at the shower. There are only so many places the phone could be in the whole apartment, after all.

Gon’s just drying off when Zushi knocks on the door. “I found it, but it’s dead,” he says, voice muffled.

“Then charge it!” Gon shouts. After a moment, he adds, quieter and less snappishly, “Please?”

A faint laugh echoes through the apartment.

By the time Gon can make himself a very early dinner of whatever he could grab out of the cabinets without thinking, the phone is charged enough to turn on. Sure enough, there are a wide variety of messages, mostly from Kite’s groupchat asking about the viral post. A few are from former hikers, people who Gon liked enough to share contact info, offering to see if they can get in touch. There are even a few—okay, how did they get ahold of his old social media page? It’s practically defunct, since Gon’s never had a phone capable of more than the most basic apps. And those are…

It’s flattering in a way, but Gon’s not really into that. Or them.

Zushi catches sight of the grimace, and takes one look over Gon’s shoulder before turning beet red.

By the time he’s gone through and deleted the vast majority of what had been filling up his phone, there’s still no message from Spinner, and nothing at all from Killua. Gon sighs and lies his head down on the table with a heavy thunk.

The other chair scrapes heavily along the tiles as Zushi sits, a mug of coffee in his hands. “What will you do? When he messages you, I mean.”

When, not if, an unexpected certainty coming from Zushi. Gon has the best friends in the world. “Talk to him,” Gon says. “It’s only been fifteen years, right? We promised we’d be friends forever.”

“A lot changes in fifteen years,” Zushi says.

“Not that.”

“Then why didn’t you look for him?”

Gon frowns. It had taken a long, long time, but Aunt Mito managed to track down the cruise captain the last time they were in port, tracing through old charters until the right names came up. But when she’d called them up, she’d been met with stonewall after stonewall, pleasant-sounding voices insisting in no uncertain terms that she would never speak with a member of Killua’s family, let alone let her son speak to his friend. By the time Gon was old enough to look himself, he found nothing but a mansion full of people whose eyes matched Killua’s in everything except for his warmth, who refused to even acknowledge Gon’s presence except to throw him out.

That had been years ago. It’s not that Gon stopped looking. Not exactly.

“I did, but I—” Gon starts to say, but his phone buzzes violently against the table, and they both jump out of their chairs.

“Is it—?” Zushi asks, breath in his throat.

It’s a message from Spinner. you owe me big time, kid, she says, followed by a phone number.

Gon rips his phone off the cable, a wide smile spreading across his face. “It is,” he says, and dials Killua.

—————

bzz bzz—

bzz b—

“H-hello?”

“Killua! Hi!”

“…Gon? Is that—It’s really…?”

“Killua, it’s you, I thought I’d never—”

“I did find the biggest seashell, and you know it.”

A breath, sharp and astonished. “The blue and white one, with green lines.”

“I found it, and I gave it to you.”

“I still have it.”

A snort of amusement, slightly damp. “I know. You promised you’d keep it.”

“I did. And I promised—”

“That we’d be friends forever.”

A laugh, delighted and teary at the same time. “I knew you remembered.”

“I did promise you that I would.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

(AUgust prompts)

#AUgust2020 #hunter x hunter #hxh #killugon #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #alluka zoldyck #kalluto zoldyck #leorio paladiknight #zushi #spinner clow #gone viral au #fluff #and then killua visits gon and they get together and everything is lovely and killua finally takes leorio up on his offer the end #thanks tumblr for fucking up my tag for this whole challenge #my writing

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not-close-to-straight · 5 years

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Soft Core (Stony)

THERE’S MORE STONY ON MY MASTERLIST

(Also, this is fully inspired by those softcore porny pictures of C.Evans, I can’t find a proper link to them BUT YOU KNOW THE ONES!)

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It happened by accident, it really truly did, and despite the way most people say these things happen by accident when in fact they were searching whole heartedly for the exact thing they are "appalled" to find--

--This time, it really happened by accident.

And it wasn’t Tony’s fault.

It really, really wasn’t.

It was almost Steve's birthday-- or at least it was almost Captain America's birthday. The All American hero had to have an All American birthday and nothing was more All American than the fourth of July, right?-- and Tony had been looking forever for a half decent present for his teammate/friend/horribly unrequited and fairly embarrassing crush.

It was harder than he'd thought to find Steve a present.

A car seemed too outrageous and Steve was a literal hazard anytime he was behind the wheel of anything, and Tony didn't relish shelling out money for a car only to have it flung at some asshole on the street because Steve didn't have his shield and wanted to shut the guy up.

Sound ridiculous? Well that's what had happened to Sam's motorcycle two months previous and Sam was STILL bitching about it, as was the shop owner whose display was obliterated by an anti-hate-speech motorcycle shaped projectile.

Steve loudly and proudly maintained his position of "Talk Shit, Get Hit" and you know, no one was actually mad a Nazi got a motorcycle thrown at them, but Tony really didn’t want a beautifully classic car being chucked through the window of a high rise because Steve saw someone disrespecting their partner or-- God forbid-- yelling at a dog.

No. A car was a terrible idea.

A card was too impersonal, even though Tony knew Steve kept each and every card and bit of fan mail from everyone ever stuffed in a box beneath his bed. Cap was ridiculously sentimental and Tony loved him desperately for it, but he didn't want to be just another card in a box full of mementos.

Money was a complete no. Steve had been utterly scandalized the first time Tony had flicked money at him and told him to go buy something pretty, so Tony couldn’t just wad up some cash and shove it down the back pocket of those ridiculously well cut jeans.

So after much deliberation and quite a few discarded ideas, Tony decided to go the cheesy route. Get Steve some ridiculous Captain America paraphernalia. Star spangled pajama pants. A build a bear with a shield. A t-shirt. Something.

And that was how Tony had ended up stumbling upon-- and it was a completely accidental stumble, mind you, he couldn't stress that enough-- what amounted to soft core porn starring one very nearly nude Captain America.

Tony had been staring at the almost porn for at least three hundred years now, and he wasn't inclined to stop anytime soon.

It was... it was ridiculous. It was fantastic. It would be burned into Tony’s retinas from now until the end of time.

Steve wearing skinny jeans that hung way too far off his hips and had no business being unzipped to there.

A T shirt pulled half way up revealing beautifully cut abs and the hint of a nipple that was so sexy Tony actually had to wipe drool up from his keyboard.

Captain-Better-Endowed-Than-Tony-Had-Thought wearing nothing more than red silk brief stretched tight across America's ass as low lit blue lamps cast shadows over his skin.

Looking half asleep, hair rumpled and lips parted like he was gasping, eyes half lidded and sultry as hell and Tony whistled, "Fuckin’ Pillow Princess." before he caught himself and managed to feel at least a tiny bit ashamed.

Up on his knees with his head cocked up and hands buried in his hair, a pose right off the cover of about a thousand nudie mags Tony may or not have purchased as a teenager.

"Look at you and your soft core porn stage." Tony ran his fingers over the computer screen and only barely resisted the impulse to touch That Package that he’d never imagined could look so good framed in denim. "My god Cap, when were you so hard up for money you had to flash some nip-nops to pay for--"

Tony cocked his head and thought back for a minute. When Steve had first woken up, SHIELD took care of his room and board, and even after he moved off campus to an apartment, they had paid for that as well, so it wasn’t like he’d done The Thing they had all considered doing in college and flashed some skin to pay the electric bill.

And after New York, the entire team had moved into the Tower and now Tony paid the bills, so it wasn't as if Cap had any outstanding debt these days that would require him posing with his-- gulp-- hand down the back of his pants for some reason.

Which meant that Steve had had these pictures taken for a specific reason and most likely a private reason. Boudoir style photos for a girlfriend--boyfriend? Oh could Tony only hope his favorite Red White and Stupidly Hot swung his way-- or even perhaps for a private collector, a more than enthusiastic fan?

Either way, these pictures shouldn't have come up in a search for cheesy Captain America merchandise, that was for damn sure.

"Jarvis." Tony took one last, lingering look at a shot of Steve braced against the door and looking over his shoulder at the worlds luckiest camera. "Jarvis, trace the original uploader of these photos and tell me if its someone legit. A photography studio, anything like that."

"Sir?"

"These sort of photos aren't meant to be online for anybody to stare at, which means someone did it without Steve knowing, and Cap will be about fifty shades of embarrassed as hell if it gets out. Figure out who put them online and ruin their life. No one is going to distribute soft core porn of Steve without facing the consequences and I won't stand for--”

"The computer that uploaded the photos is registered inside the Tower, sir. Specifically in Captain Rogers apartment, specifically the computer you purchased for him last week."

"...uh...what?"

"Time stamp of the file shows it to have been uploaded fifty seven minutes ago from Captain Rogers room."

"I--I--" Tony blinked at the pictures a few more times. "Steve uploaded these?"

"Yes sir."

"Oh my god, I think I need to lie down for a minute."

***************

Tony hated himself for getting back online after his....nap... and trying to pull up the pictures again, but he hated it even more when he realized the pictures were gone.

"Jarvis?"

"Captain Rogers removed the photos a few moment ago, sir."

"...damn it."

It was literal torture to get through the rest of day as normal as possible. Steve was as easy going as ever, joking around with Clint and hauling Natasha back onto his lap when she fussed about having to sit on the floor when Sam sprawled over the couch. Pepper swooped in with dinner and a hug for everyone, and Steve gave her a perfectly innocent kiss on the cheek just like he always did.

Perfectly innocent as if Tony hadn't just seen those same lips wrapped rather provocatively around a Popsicle in a photo a few hours earlier.

Steve wore his khakis up around his waist where they belonged but Tony cocked his head and stared because once he'd seen Steve in those slutty skinny jeans with the button undone and zipper yanked down, he'd never be able to see him in anything else.

A blue t shirt that wasn't sexy in the least and Tony about drilled holes through it with his gaze trying to find a hint of All American Nipple underneath.

Maybe he'd throw out everything of Steve's that fit even remotely well and then fill his closet with crop tops and low rise jeans as a birthday present. That was a valid birthday present right? Maybe some cherry lip balm? Because Steve had to have been wearing lip balm in that one photo with his fingers and the--

"Hey, you've been quiet all evening." Steve dropped onto the couch next to Tony and put a friendly hand at his knee. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's--everything's fine." Good god, had Steve's thighs always been that big or was Tony just now noticing since he'd seen them with a hint of lace? "How are things on your end?"

"Well, I was thinking about my birthday--" Steve was drawing idle circles on Tony's leg with his thumb and Tony couldn't have put a sentence together if he'd wanted to. "--and you always ask me what I want and I never have any ideas?"

"Birthday." Tony didn't look away from Steve's fingers. "Want. Yep?"

"And I've been getting into some modeling lately--"

"Uh huh, modeling--" Wait what? "Uh sorry, did you say modeling?"

"And for the type of pictures I wanted, I'd be more comfortable if you were taking them." Steve finished casually, his hand somehow clear up Tony's thigh now. "Sam did a good job with the first ones, but you know. Seems a little odd for Sam to take those pictures when they aren't for him."

"Pictures." Tony's eyes went very wide. "You took-- Sam-- the ones online? You want me to-- but are they for--oh."

"Take a hint, Tony."

“But the--uploaded-- then gone-- I stared for like an hour-- I mean, not-- nope.” Tony shook his head and tried to reboot his thought process. “I was shopping for cheesy Captain America merchandise and stumbled on those. How--?”

“I had Jarvis drop them on your computer the moment you logged in and take them down when you went to take a--” Steve raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “Nap.”

“Fuck my life.” Tony muttered, scarlet to the roots of his hair at the thought of Steve knowing what he’d done. “So they weren’t actually on the internet? Just for me?”

“I’d throw myself back in the ocean if anyone else ever saw them.” Steve admitted with just enough shyness to make Tony about melt right through the floor. “Sam was weirdly cool about taking them for me but uh-- yeah those were just for you.”

“Wow.” Tony whistled, and then whistled again, eyes widening and a grin just past ecstatic splitting his face."Oh god, I'm going to enjoy this, aren't I?"

"Only if you're half as crazy about me as I am about you."

"Oh my god." Tony was nearly vibrating on his seat in excitement. "I get to do soft core porn with Captain America. This is the best day of my life. I mean also yay that you like me, because I'm about head over heels for you, babe. But seriously? Soft core porn? Its fucking wonderful."

"It’s supposed to be boudoir photography.” It was Steve’s turn to blush. “Please stop calling it soft core porn ”

"I absolutely will not."

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pandawritespoorly · 4 years

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With Time: Chapter 15 - Bullying

Author’s Note: Saturday, yay! I love updating. You guys were so sweet in the comments last chapter, thank you so much! I really love seeing what you guys have to say.

A slightly shorter chapter today, but that doesn't mean it's safe from a strong language warning! This chapter contains the words 'bitch' (twice), 'shit', 'asshole', 'bullshit', and 'shitty'. Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: Adrien goes to school, and Chloe doesn't hesitate to tell people the cold hard truth.

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Adrien really dreads going to school everyday. To think that just over a year ago it was his biggest wish. It’s not that school is never fun, but with Lila there it’s exhausting. Especially without Marinette.

He misses seeing her everyday.

He arrives before Lila as usual, so there’s that. Alya is sitting in her seat behind him, looking downtrodden. That’s odd. He’s fairly certain it’s her birthday today.

“Hey, Alya.” He greets her as usual, half-heartedly.

“Hey.” As usual, she doesn’t notice there’s nothing behind his greeting, but today it seems like she isn’t noticing much of anything.

“Happy birthday?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.”

Nino walks in mopey, “Hey.”

Was everyone upset today? Was there some news he missed? Maybe Lila had finally left.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear, Lila walks in, “Hi guys! Happy birthday Alya!”

Well, he could always dream.

Lila manages to get a half-hearted smile out of the journalist, “Hi Lila.”

Lila sits next to Adrien, as is the usual ever since his princess left, “Oh, Alya, is everything alright? You look so sad!”

Alya thinks for a moment then, “Lila, did I do something to upset Ladybug? I think she’s mad at me. What did I do?”

Lila hesitates for a moment, then pulls on a doleful mask, “I don’t know if I should tell you. I’d hate to upset, especially on your birthday…”

Alya and Nino fall for it, hook, line, and sinker. They turn to her and Alya speaks, ”No, no! Tell me! It’s not your fault anyways.”

Crocodile tears come to her eyes, “Oh but it is! I should have done something! I just thought Ladybug knew better…”

Adrien mentally prepares himself for one of those days. It would seem his closest friends - Marinette and Ladybug - were Lila’s favorite targets. Either to hurt or get attention. Ladybug seems to be on Lila’s bad side now.

He hates listening to this nonsense in silence, but there’s little he can do. If he makes any sort of scene at school, Father would pull him out immediately and give him even less freedom than before. He would take it as proof that Adrien had been wrong and the boy would be trapped in his awful room for forever again.

He tries to shut his mind down at school now. Numbness makes it go by faster, and no one has commented on his quietness.

“What? What happened?!”

“It’s… Ladybug and I aren’t friends anymore. She’s been talking with her and now she hates me!” The liar covers her face.

“Who! Who has she been talking to?!”

Oh no. Adrien pretty sure he knows who Lila is pinning this on. Please be wrong. Please don’t be-

“Marinette.”

Alya’s sadness turns to burning fury, “That bitch! She’s not even here anymore and she’s still ruining everything! I can’t believe she was ever my friend. It disgusts me!”

Nino shakes his head, “Yeah, she really took a turn last year. Kinda’ a shame, she used to be so nice…”

“It’s just, she’s been talking to Ladybug, and she’s convinced her that I’m horrible. She must have talked bad about you guys too! Oh, I should have done something!”

“It’s not your fault. Just tell us what happened.” Alya rests a hand comfortingly on Lila’s shoulder.

“Well, a while ago, Ladybug mentioned she made a new friend - I was so happy for her! But then, Ladybug started being more toxic and she started being mean to me. I found out she had been hanging out with Marinette. They’ve both been bullying me for a while now… Ladybug helped Marinette hurt me that day…”

Oh no. Marinette isn’t even here anymore and Lila still pins everything on her. What is even the point?!

“Ugh! I hate that girl! She ruins everything good! I guess it really was fitting to call her our ‘everyday Ladybug’!” Alya stews for a moment, then pulls out her phone, “You know what? Ladybug clearly sucks. Paris needs to know.”

Lila looks surprised. Adrien sees the moment when she realizes that such a statement could put her web of falsehoods on the line, “No, no! Please, I’m not comfortable telling all of Paris about my failure to help Ladybug!”

Alya softens, “Lila you didn’t fail, but I guess I won’t post something if it makes you uncomfortable. If that’s too much then maybe I’ll just delete the Ladyblog instead. It’s supposed to be a place for Ladybug fans, but no one should give a shit about that kind of person and the self-absorbed asshole that goes by ‘Marinette’.”

“Woah, Alya, are you actually deleting your blog?” Adrien did not see this coming. The anger he feels at everything she just said slips into his voice despite his efforts to keep it level.

Alya looks at him sympathetically, “Oh my precious sunshine boy. I know you were a huge a Ladybug fan. It must be such a shock. I know it is to me. I am deleting my blog. Ladybug deserves worse for the kind of stunt she’s pulled. Lila is such a sweetheart, and to think Ladybug left her for Marinette of all people.”

Adrien can feel Plagg shifting angrily in his pocket and it takes every ounce of self-control he has to just turn away and focus on the front of the classroom. He thought school was a nightmare before, he’d forgotten he’s bad luck - it can always get worse.

Marinette’s lucky charm hasn’t done him much good recently.

Maybe she was the good luck charm in his life.

---

It’s lunch period and by some miracle no one’s been akumatized yet. Alya’s phone dings and he sees her look at the notification in shock. She opens her phone and starts texting quickly and furiously, mumbling to herself.

He sighs, at least she found a way to distract herself from hating his favorite people.

“Come on Adrikins, let’s have lunch somewhere that people aren’t ridiculous!” Chloe hooks an arm through his, dragging him away. Sabrina walks beside them as well. They’re out of the school and on the street. They’ve been waiting for a minute or so for Chloe’s driver to arrive.

Adrien’s phone dings, it’s Claude.

Kid Mime: i know you know alya. If you’re near her you need to get her to stop texting mari. now.

Adrien’s heart drops. When Alya starting text a few minutes ago, had she really…? He didn’t stop to wonder how, he just turns and rushes back into the school. Chloe looks up in surprise and she and Sabrina follow in confusion.

He hurries into the cafeteria and sure enough, Alya is still furiously typing away at her phone.

He puts a hand on the table harshly, drawing her attention, “Alya, you need to stop.”

“Stop?! Do even know what I’m doing?! That bitch had the nerve to text me! I’m just giving her a piece of my mind!” “Adrien, are you really on Marinette’s side?” Lila makes her voice sound full of hurt shock.

“Bro…”

Adrien pauses. He wants to tear into them so bad. Marinette deserves better and so does Ladybug. Neither girl deserves all this hate, but he can’t cause a scene. Father would pull him out and he’d be isolated again.

Alone.

Unable to see either of them.

Chloe shoves past him, “Really Césaire? Cyber-bullying? Leave Dupain-Cheng alone and listen to more of Lie-la’s nonsense.”

“Excuse me? I’m not bullying anyone! Marinette is the bully here! Her and Ladybug! I finally understand why she chose you - birds of a feather flock together!”

Chloe glares down at her, “Are you blind or just plain stupid? Dupain-Cheng hasn’t texted you back at all from the looks of it. Are you even reading what you’re sending? That’s bullying Césaire.”

“Oh, you would know.”

“I would.” Chloe’s voice is hard, “But at least I know my faults. You’re just some self-absorbed wanna-be journalist who can’t see what’s right in front of her.” “Leave her alone Chloe.” Nino glares at the blonde.

“Shut it Lahiffe. You had a crush on Dupain-Cheng and knew her as long as I did. You should know better than to believe this faker’s bullshit. I do find it interesting that you finally grew a spine and decided you should speak up to me. Where was that back-bone all those years I went after Marinette?”

Nino just looks at her. Lila speaks up, “Oh Chloe, there’s no need to take your anger out on us. Just because Ladybug hasn’t called on Queen Bee for so long…”

“And she won’t be again. She told me so last night. I get it, it’s her decision and I’m just glad she ever considered me. That’s not what this is about.”

Alya slams her phone down on the table, standing to get in Chloe’s face, “Listen up Chloe, you don’t get to pretend you’re better than us-”

“I don’t have to pretend. It’s just the facts.” She flips her ponytail airily.

“Just because your dad’s the mayor doesn’t mean anything. I worked for what I got.”

“And then you threw it all away for some fake stories. Some journalist.”

“Lila would never lie to us!”

“And Dupain-Cheng would?”

“Yes! She’s a bully!”

“Since when have you been so protective of Marinette, Chloe?” Lila adds in.

“Because she’s a better person than everyone here. Haven’t you noticed how much her absence has messed the class up? Sheesh!”

“She’s one of the worst people alive! Her absence has only made things better!” Alya is shaking in fury.

Chloe wrinkles her nose, “Let me know when you wake-up and look around yourself. Adrikins, Sabrina and I have places to be.” The trio walks out. As soon as they’re out of earshot, Chloe turns to her friend, “Did you get it Sabrina?”

“Yup!” She holds up her own phone triumphantly.

“Get what?” Adrien didn’t see what Sabrina had been up to during the yelling match.

“I took screenshots of what she sent to Marinette. I sent them to myself then I deleted the pictures so Alya wouldn’t know. I also deleted Marinette’s contact from her phone.

Chloe nods approvingly, “Good thinking. Now she can’t text her, because I doubt she put in the effort to remember her number.”

“Why’d you take screenshots?” He doesn’t understand the point of documenting whatever horrible stuff Alya said to Marinette.

“To report her for bullying, duh! Of course nothing will probably happen until Lila’s gone, seeing as even the school’s administration has their heads in the ground!”

Sabrina nods seriously, “That’s true.” Adrien isn’t experienced in how schools are supposed to work, “Is the school really so bad?”

“Adrikins, why do you think I go here? This place’ll let anyone get away with anything. It’s ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” She thinks, “Maybe when I finally go to another school I should have Daddy do something about that.”

Adrien looks at her in surprise, “You’re transferring too?!”

“Not until the end of the year, obviously. Sabrina and I are out of here, this much of a stressful environment is bad for my hair.” At his look she says, “Oh don’t worry, we’ll get you out too. It won’t be too hard to convince your shitty father that a school with a more prestigious reputation would be better for his legacy. Maybe you can join your precious Marinette.”

He flushes slightly at that, then frowns thinking of the texts she must have seen. He really hopes she’s okay.

Chloe’s driver pulls up, and they all pile in. He sends Mari a quick text before turning back to those in the car with him. There’s nothing he can really do now

He trusts her new friends will take care of her, at least until he can be there too.

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Author’s Note: Don't worry, we're seeing Mari's perspective next week. By 'next week' I actually mean Thursday! I try to post bonus chapters for holidays, and Thanksgiving is already here!

I have the google doc that I write this on shared with one of my friends. We were sitting nearby when she opened it up to read this chapter. She read the title and strong language warnings and turned to me in a panic asking what I did to Marinette this time. I just smiled.

I usually try to prepare chapters to be posted the night before I post them, to make it quicker in the morning. If this one is a little late, it's probably because I slept in. I'm sick and it's finally the weekend, so apologies if that does happen. I doubt I'll sleep past my usual post time, but we'll see. On a similar note, I feel like I've forgotten something I typically put in the notes, but I'm not sure what. If you notice something, please let me know. It could be nothing, I've been feeling like that all day. I blame my cold.

Thanks for reading, and constructive criticism is welcomed in the comments below! Feel free to just tell me your thoughts too!

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Gurl if you got more ideas for them please dish! Lol that's my request, just more of that, whatever your ideas are for them lol

(A/N): Hello sweetie!

I know that I have already started a story about those two, but hey… I literally wrote this supernatural AU (although I don’t know if this could be properly called AU, since Roman is already a supernatural being) a few months ago and it was supposed to be about an OC insert (so if you see Heco, sorry it’s reader) and it was supposed to be actually MichaelxReaderXIvar… but I feel like Roman is just more fitting, so…

I really hope that you’ll enjoy it and if you like this verse please let me know because I literally finished the first chapter of the other fanfic I was working on so I will be working on the smutty continue of this…

Thank you, again for your support lovelY!

(Also I am tagging @walkxthexmoon, since she expressed her love for it, if you want to be tagged into something else… let me know!).

Also, since it is implied but not explained: Ivar is a werewolf, whereas Roman is a vampire (actually a “upir” but both Ivar and Reader tease him calling him “vampire” so I am here doing the same thing!).

WARNINGS: Bad Friends (I literally have to say that each time I am wirting about shitty friends I am like “No, my friends are not like this”, and then they make something… and I am like “this is karma for being assholes), Bitchy Reader, Heavy Flirting and Mentions of Sex and Threesomes.

She couldn’t help but feel a bit betrayed when her friends had sent her into that demonic village, as a birthday gift.

She was almost wondering if they hated her that much

(Was it the fact that she was more successful than them, or the fact that she was the only single one of the group, ruining with her mere presence the life of all its components…).

Because there was no way that journey was a vacation, it was absolutely a punishment of some kind, starting from the fact that her freaking car had stopped working an hour before arriving to the hotel, on a full bus, with her heavy luggage.

She was supposed to spend a weekend as a single lady with her newly broken-up best friend, except…

Except her ex-boyfriend appeared a few days ago, proposing to her and basically blowing off her plans.

If you could call “plans” something which had been thrown on your way.

She still regretted all the books she might have received, instead of being sent in this shithole.

She didn’t mean to judge a book from the cover, or better by the shitty phone reception, and the shitty appearance of the hotel where she was staying for two nights and three days and the shitty shops.

She hoped she might find some kind of bookshop… because that’s where she hoped to spend the days… although there were a lot of bar and liquor shops, maybe people liked to get drunk enough to forget about this shithole.

No, she wouldn’t be judging, not even as it started raining just when she stepped off the bus and reached hurryingly the hotel, almost slamming herself on the closed door, that thank God gave out under a little pressure, allowing her inside and in the warmth of the hall, for which she was thankful.

She spent a few minutes trying to recollect herself and thanking whatever make-up goddess, she hadn’t worn any, alongside collecting from her bag the vacation’s document and her wallet.

She approached the receptionist, a man, bigger than her of a few good inches, and turned around fixing some documents, till she coughed, more because of the cold she had been in than anything else, gaining his attention, or better a very pissed glare.

She almost though about fleeing the scene and checking the buses station, but the glare dissipated as soon as he took her in: she was sure she looked a mess enough to pray for his pity.

-Well… it is raining outside, isn’t it? – he mused almost shyly, immediately leaning on the table of the reception hall, almost as if to be closer to her, making her squeak lightly and in response her social anxiety kicked in, making her shove her folder with the payments and bookings in his face.

He smiled, with his shining blue eyes, taking (very gently for a man of his stature) the documents and setting down his eyes on them, and she almost whined to be robbed of those two spots of ocean, but she tried again just to readjust her appearance, wanting to seem calm and at ease, although she hated doing anything that remotely made her have contact with strangers.

-(Y/N) (L/N)? – he asked and she had to stop herself from saluting him as a freaking soldier, but the voice raspy and rough made him seem like someone who wanted everyone to stand at attention when he spoke to them, so she tried her best, although staring right into the ocean was a bit scary -… but I don’t see any Annie Howin, are you waiting for her? -.

Here came the hard part: explaining her friend had balled out of this “magical adventure” and if she could use a single room, instead of a double…

-… nope…- she almost wanted to slap herself for the childish expression, but the guy looked at her wolfish, clearly amused by the way she had rolled the word, which made her blush (wasn’t it too warm here? Or was she just burning from embarrassment?) -… you see… we were supposed to spend a weekend as singles…-

-You are,,, single?- he seemed almost surprised by the way she said it, but she tried not to mind the comment too much, spitting out the discourse she had rehearsed for two days.

-… but her ex-boyfriend came back in town and… he proposed…-

-… and she accepted? – he commented as if they were in some kind of cheap telenovela, bringing a smile on her lips, while his own mimicked it in a smirk, a very sensual smirk (part of her thought it was the one lovers offered when they were teasing the other, as if humoring them but also trying to get them out of the shyness shell).

-Yep- again the childish expression and again the wolf-like smirk, which honesty made her wonder if his teeth were freaking sharp or it was just an impression -… and after he cheated on her… the dude kind of sucks…-

-Well, he must have other talents- the innuendos made her start out a laugh, mostly because of the absurdity of the situation: shy little (Y/N) gossiping with a gorgeous receptionist, who seemed into her.

(Key-word: “seemed”, she was pretty sure he was just flirty by nature, with those good looks and arms that could carry her everywhere, no she wasn’t totally imagining herself clinging at them, meanwhile he whispered naughty things, before dropping her to their shared bed…).

-I don’t know, I wasn’t the one he cheated her with…- and then she went back to the straight discourse, gaining a little laugh from the receptionist -… so she is not coming… and I am all by myself…-.

She didn’t meant to appear that pathetic, but it must have seemed that way to the guy, who rose his head, as if his ears could stand at attention as a well-trained dog, before giving her a sultry look and in that moment she remembered how stuck to her body her clothing was, nothing too transparent but… she was definitely vulnerable and that guy was checking her out as a piece of meat.

But not in the “sexual harassment” way, the “I really want you in my bed” way, and she was sure she was just mistaking the signs.

She was not ugly, but not a boy magnet: she just eased the “feminist who won’t put up with your shit” attitude, and it didn’t help to have social anxiety and shyness.

-So, you are all alone in a wedding suite… that’s honestly sad…- he mumbled but he didn’t seem sad for her, he was still leaning, and although his head was at the same level of her cleavage he was being a gentleman and still staring at her eyes.

-Yep, that’s why I would like to change it to a single: wedding suite is definitely too big for me…-.

-Sorry, lovely- she almost jumped at the nickname but he just smiled at her sweetly, letting the flirty persona behind -… we can’t change, but I am sure you will find the wedding suite to your liking, it is one of our best-.

Oh, just her luck.

She must have shown her disgust on her face (not a difficult thing, since she couldn’t hide anything) because he smiled apologetically to her:

-I swear it is a lot better than it looks, and we have warm water-

-But no wi-fi- she mumbled sadly at the sign on the window.

He scratched his head nervously, nodding.

-That sucks absolutely, but you can find an amazing wi-fi connection at “Shiny Moon”, it’s a bar near here, if you want, I can accompany you later-.

She seriously was flattered by the offer, but she didn’t know this guy and although he had been a gentleman (still sending her a few glance that made her feel hot and bothered, but maybe she was imagining them) she didn’t want trouble, mostly with hunks.

-Thank you, but I am sure I will find it, also I wouldn’t want to disrupt your work- she tried to push the “don’t want to bother you” excuse and he clearly didn’t believe it, but nodded as if he was used to that rejection and she thought for a moment to tell him, that maybe he…

But a beautiful blond-haired woman appeared catching the receptionist’s attention.

-Ivar! – she shouted, the name probably written on the little thing on the man’s tight t-shirt, which she couldn’t read because her glasses were a mess.

Ivar didn’t seem happy to be called and (Y/N) honestly didn’t get why: the woman looked like she came straight from a Swedish version of “Sports Illustrated”, definitely a model, who had unluckily chosen a shitty hotel.

-The water in my room isn’t working- she didn’t acknowledge (Y/N) as soon as she stepped near the receptionist table, locking eyes with Ivar, who turned his head down, avoiding categorically her gaze, but grunting a “ok” -… it needs to be fixated immediately, so come to my room-.

The last part of the quote seemed a clear invitation and it was what made Ivar snap, turning around abruptly and sending a glare at the woman, before recognizing her presence and softening his grim grin.

She didn’t know why, probably for empathy, but she smiled straight back at her, before coughing to make the rude model acknowledge her presence and whisper, trying to appear sultry.

-Ivar was minding my case, give him five minutes and he will solve your problem…- she wanted to add “your attitude problem” but she didn’t dare, already having said much more than the model expected, from her smiling face which sent her way a venomously sweet smile, nodding.

She didn’t answer to her, just turning to Ivar again and mumbling in a languid voice.

-Be swift, I don’t think it can wait much longer-.

Ivar just nodded, eyes fixed on the desk, and raising just when (Y/N) whispered a “she is gone”.

-She is a…- he tried to mumble, clearly numbing his rage to her benefit, meanwhile she shot him a compassionate look.

-Some people should just get a kick in their beautifully shaped butt- she mumbled and laughed honestly, as if releasing all the tension, something which was truly heartwarming for her, and made her smile to him as genuinely as she could do.

-I mean I would, but I am scared it would get just stuck there…- he made her laugh brightly and for a moment she thought about how embarrassing she must have sounded: nobody liked her voice or her laugh, too high-pitched, childish and definitely creepy but he looked at her as if she had just told him she was the freaking Virgin Mary, before turning around and catching a key.

-I am supposed to photocopy your document, but since you seem pretty cold and have dealt with an assholish receptionist, I’d say you can go to your room and warm up, it should be done by now- he put the key in her hands, reaching out for the physical contact.

He could have thrown them at her, made them dangle in front of her, but he straight up waited for her to offer her hands, gently putting the keys into them, covering them with his: that freaking contact was not accidental.

But she enjoyed the warmness of his hands, smiling thankfully at him, before trying to take everything in her hands.

And just when she was going for the elevator, she felt herself being called out.

-I know you might already know, because Fredys gave it out, but I am Ivar-.

She got into the elevator and she faced him smiling brightly before offering her hands as if she could grip his.

-I am (Y/N), but I think the documents gave it away-

-… unless they are fake, (Y/N) a pretty common name…- he made her laugh so easily she forgot to push the button, thankfully somebody else called the elevator and she made it in time just to smile at him and start her phrase.

-Strangest…-

-… parents- she mumbled meanwhile she reached her number, forty-eight, she low key liked it and the place looked much nicer inside, the old style that made everything seem “vintage” although it was a step from destroying itself, which might happen with her luck.

The key actually worked and she slipped swiftly inside the room, smiling at the clean smell and the warmth of it: a shower and a change of clothes would do her good, but firstly she moved around the room to check everything was alright and was surprised to find out how luxurious it actually looked, with even a bathtub, with hydromassage and a long plump bed where you could roll around in silk sheets.

The architecture was old and there was the much hated and anti-hygienic moquette, alongside with a horrible fantasy on it but everything looked in a classy way, much better than the motel she expected to find and much more than for what she had paid for her.

The place didn’t cost too much, according to her last research but it looked like it was worth every penny, if you ignored the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere with no wi-fi.

It was perfect if you looked for the perfect place for a “Shining” replica.

She tried to focus on positive thoughts, such as the fact that she shower water was immediately warm and she was happy to sing a little meanwhile relaxing her tights muscles from carrying her luggage every freaking where.

She then blow-dried her hair with the hair-drier that was there working perfectly, meanwhile slipping in a more comfortable attire: she had mostly short dresses, since she thought she would be out partying, a few sweater and her beloved high-waisted skinny jeans but she had managed to slip some ugly leggings and an old ruined university sweater.

It was barely three p.m. but she was tired for the long journey, which should have been a very short one, but the breaking of her car didn’t help (she had thought for a moment it was a sign that she should have just gone back home); she had had to deal with the police, coming to help her.

She had thought that maybe luck would be on her side, when she saw the bus coming on her way.

Unluckily the freaking bus journey sucked, so… she was tired AF and the cheap reality show she had chosen didn’t help and she ended up falling asleep on the plush bed, mumbling something about how bitchy bridesmaids could be…

She woke up because something on her head was vibrating and scared her into thinking about a possible earthquake, but it was just her phone.

It was Annie, from whom she had missed five calls and thousands of messages.

But she was so tired, that she actually thought about not answering her back and going back to Tom Hardy’s muscled arms.

(She had dreamt for a minute about the reception boy… Ivar… but it low key felt wrong; he wouldn’t definitely be involved into the situation she was dreaming, alongside the fact that it would be low key disgraceful to see him and blush after what she had seen in her dream).

-Hey Annie… I was sleeping- she even yawned, trying to tell her friend to make it quick.

They had never really been best-friends, forever competitors in everything and at the social level it seemed Annie was winning.

-Thank God you answered! I was getting worried…- she mumbled, clearly chewing her lips, she was also probably staring at her elegant diamond ring, part of (Y/N) wanted to tell her it was as small as her boyfriend’s dick, or so the rumors said, but she had stopped herself from doing anything, she had just “awed” stupidly alongside her other friends, when Annie had shown it to them (the ring, not her boyfriend’s dick)-… did you arrive? -.

-Yeah- and she watched her watch, apparently it was late enough that she might have missed her dinner, because of her little nap and outside it was pretty dark.

She put her friend on speaker, trying to put on a decent outfit, nothing too much to go to the “Shiny Moon”, which she highly hoped wasn’t some kind of exclusive club or a strip-club, because she had no intention to stick her tired body in a skirt, so she ended up in her comfortable jeans and an even more comfortable sweater.

-… so I am still sorry, but I felt like me and Gerry had to have our space and time, after the proposal… did I tell you he took me out to the “Sinatra”…- the most expensive place in their hometown, Heco remembered how it was something Annie always wished to do, and she was low key happy her friend could cross that off the list.

-Oh, it’s beautiful! – she commented, grabbing in her hand the sheer lace of her mini-black dress, the sexiest dress she owned and definitely the one she used to go out to clubs, but she immediately put outfit down, not feeling confident enough for that look -Hope you two had fun! -.

-I hope you will, too, (Y/N), is the room nice? -she asked, quitting the chipping about everything else.

-Oh, yeah, I have a jacuzzi- she heard her friend “owww” and mumble “maybe I should have come” -… and I am going out to get wi-fi, that’s why I haven’t been answering your messages because my 3G is not working so well…-.

-Yeah, I can’t hear you well…- mumbled Annie, but this didn’t discourage her from keeping up the conversation meanwhile (Y/N) adjusted her head in a high ponytail -… so I was thinking about the maid of honor: my sister or my cousin? -.

She low key didn’t expect to be the maid of honor, but not even being considered?

They hadn’t been best friends but (Y/N) had tried to play the part, remembering her friend’s birthday and gifting her lavish gifts, consoling her when asshole Gerry had left her and helping her build her confidence.

Annie had always left (Y/N) behind, after she was alright, and (Y/N) had been ok with that, she had stopped expecting people to do something for her, but still, it stung…

And to avoid confrontation, she started making horrible sounds and stumbling on her words as if she was seriously having a shitty phone reception, hearing Annie trying to scream and give up in the end, telling her to call her when the phone reception would get better.

She threw the phone on the bed, huffing and breathing heavily before adjusting elegantly her appearance and attempt to go out.

She stalked the reception hall and found a woman instead of Ivar: a beautiful blonde woman who seriously made her wonder if everyone there was a model.

She chatted a bit, asking for directions for the “Shiny Moon”, meanwhile the woman photocopied her ID, but clearly as disinterested as Ivar had been flirty.

She thanked the woman and adjusting her light coat she moved outside.

It was November and it was definitely cold but not as cold as in some other states: the sweater and the coat kept her warm for the ten-minutes-journey to the “Shiny Moon” a dark and grimy place.

Still from the window she saw that there were many people dressed just like her, just with their computers or chatting up.

She entered and although the main colors of the club were golden and black, in a very tacky assemble that mixed a sex-club with a diner, the atmosphere was peaceful, alongside almost empty.

She sat at the bar stool, immediately making eye contact with a pretty girl of her age.

-Hi, welcome to the “Shiny Moon”! What can I get you? – her voice was emotionless although she showed off a smart smirk.

-Whatever can get me the wi-fi password?- she asked, trying to get straight to the point and gaining a sincere smile from the girl, who took a little piece of paper and offered it to her, before asking if that was all.

-Can I get a menu if I am not too late for dinner? – she asked, feeling her stomach grumble miserably, since she had avoided lunch.

-You are lucky, the kitchen is open for another hour and in the meanwhile can I bring you some kind of drink? – she said, putting out a white notebook and offering a plastic menu.

-Oh…- she didn’t know what to say -… coca cola? -.

-With rum? – added the girl, smiling at her teasingly and making her blush.

-No, no alcohol- she liked alcohol, but only when she knew she would make a fool of himself between people who did know her, not a strange grimy place, where she knew nobody, although if they looked all like models she could make an exception -… I need to go back on my own, so…-.

-If you can wait till my turn is over, I can accompany you- offered the girl she had just met and this brightened (Y/N)’s heart, but also she didn’t understand why a stranger might offer her help, after a few minutes of knowing.

-Oh, no I don’t want to bother you- she mumbled, using again the excuse she loved, since she constantly felt like a bother for everyone, even strangers she just met in a bar.

-Oh no bother, sweetie- the girl cheered sweetly -Us girls must stick together-.

And she sent a wink her way, worsening her blush, but she was immediately distracted by a blonde ghost appearing beside her.

-What have I said about talking with clients, Destiny? We have a full night.. we have no time to…- and then she met the ghost bluish-green eyes -… well I think I can make a little time for you, doll-.

Ivar adjusted the hydraulic tools back again on their shelf, fixing his appearance.

He had managed to avoid Fredys’ advances this time, although he hadn’t minded the flirty attitude of the new guest.

It wasn’t a typically flirty, more like he was the one doing all the flirty parts and she was just batting her long eyelashes, smiling shyly and worst of all: her freaking hips…

They looked like a freaking goddess’ hips, large and he wanted to see them in his hands, meanwhile he pushed them down on the bed, reassuring her with kisses on them.

Shit, the little girlie had done just a few steps in his direction and he wanted to bed her already, something he couldn’t do, but still nothing made him avoid the pleasure of making her blush and maybe if he played his cards right he would get to feel those hips.

He had a serious problem, worse than Hvitserk and food.

Talking about Hvitserk, he was coming up the stairs just when Ivar was going down on them, swiftly.

-Oh, hello there! – saluted him cheerily his brother, meanwhile he stopped alongside Ivar -Going out? -.

-Yep, I am going out for a few shots at the “Shiny Mood”, want to come? – he proposed.

-Sadly not, me and Ubbe have clan thing to do, but maybe I can join you later…- he knew he had lost the faith of his brothers and it hurt every time they reminded him of that but he tried to rein in his anger.

-Ok, have fun at the clan meeting- he tried not to sound bitter, but he knew he had failed when Hvitserk failed to keep his own straight face.

-You know we would absolutely love for you to be here with us, but… the clan is still not trusting you…- and he patted on his younger brother’s back -… you’ll be back soon-.

-I hope- he mumbled closing the conversation, and moving down the stairs, meanwhile his brother stuck there, but got a last look from Ivar -Oh… and we have a new guest, room forty-eight, she is mine, don’t try anything funny-.

If with Ivar, the flirting was strangely comical and harmless, with the green-eyed bartender she felt dangerously exposed even in her turtleneck and her full fitting jeans.

-Just cola, so, beautiful? – she just nodded, avoiding the bartender’s gaze.

Men weren’t usually that blunt with her and not having the control made her feel definitely vulnerable.

-… Destiny you can go to deal with other clients, I got this one- he ordered to the gentle girl and (Y/N) shot her a glance as if to ask her not to leave her with the hot bartender.

But the girl just sent her a sorry glance, before moving off to the other clients.

-You are new in town- it wasn’t a question, but she still nodded again, just to feel a hand under her chin, gently raising it up so that her ink eyes could meet the bluish and greenish of the bartender, who sweetly stare into her making her feel as if she was showing him her soul.

And she was thankful he liked what he saw.

-Much better, doll, look at me in the face while we speak, you have pretty eyes and even a prettier mouth-.

-I have never been told that- she mumbled but kept her eyes up.

-Oh, what a shame- he replied, moving his hand, which was still resting on her chin, to her hair, caressing her as if she was some kind of dog, something which made her roll her eyes but also lean into the touch -… women like you need to be cherished each day-.

-Aren’t you the flatterer…- she mumbled and he laughed sensually, dropping his head and turning around, thing that made her almost drop a whine, being robbed of the beauty, but he came back immediately, with her drink, and exactly like Ivar, he handed it to her with extreme physical contact, thing that made her almost wink at him.

-Just the truth, lovely mystery lady- he replied, before dropping on his elbows so he could stare at her at the same height, making her blush and cough out her cola.

-You didn’t tell me anything about yourself also, mysterious bartender- she sassed him and it got a pretty smile and an hand offered to her.

-Roman- and she accepted it, offering her own name.

-(Y/N)-.

-Pretty strange name, (Y/N) look more like a tequila girl- he humored her making her cackle a laugh.

-I do like tequila, but I am in the middle of nowhere and I don’t want to be kicked out of my single night out-.

-Ohh… single night out…- Michael almost whistled, clearly focused more on the single part than the ladies night -We host a thousand of ladies night, but don’t they involve another friend? - .

-Didn’t I tell you I am nothing like ordinary? – she said, with a bitter smile, drinking her sorrows away in the sugary drink -My last single friend got engaged a few days before, so I am all out of single friends, that was why I was trying to talk Destiny to join my night out… you literally ruined my night-.

-Oh, did I? – and he did a thing with his tongue that made her almost faint.

-Yeah, you are obviously not a single lady- she mumbled, trying to regain the upper hand in the conversation.

-I am not a lady- he appointed -… but I am single, sweetheart-.

And the hand was back on her cheek, coaxing her nearer, till she felt somebody occupying the bar sit next to her…

-…well I am single too, so can I join the single train? -.

Shit, flirty! Ivar was back again.

Roman had had a tough night, a full night at the “Shiny Moo” and Roman had wandered off, meanwhile Destiny was chatting up clients, making others wait, and he had immediately moved to tell her to move her ass, till he saw the pretty girl she was talking to.

Clearly the type of girl who didn’t care to walk in a bar in simple clothes and she still managed to be the most stunning girl in there, and she was just wearing jeans, jeans that looked like they were painted on her perky butt, and a mickey mouse sweater, he honestly thought looked deviously innocent.

Part of her looked like she could have just come out of a fairy tale books, but the way she talked and once the shyness went away… she seemed to come out straight from an erotic novel, the well written kind.

She honestly made his night better.

Ivar, a little less.

The fact that they wanted to bring the same girl in their beds made it… interesting.

-Hello there, lovely, saw you found the “Shiny Moon”-.

The girl smiled more at ease, than with him; Ivar was a people-charmer, whereas Roman was more sensual and the girl looked like she was entirely scared by her sexuality.

So, Ivar clearly had the advantage, but Roman knew how to get everybody on their knees for him.

-… yeah, I mean I am not amazing with directions, but this place is basically in front of the hotel so…-.

-So, you are staying at the old “Kattegat”? – asked Roman, trying to get more info than Ivar, also because he was honestly mesmerized by the girl, utterly smitten and curious to know more.

-Yeah, just for the weekend- and then she moved her little chin to Ivar, smiling slightly and asking -Oh by the way the room is beautiful-.

Ivar looked like a puppy who got a treat after the compliment he had received, nodding immediately meanwhile he mumbled lowly a few words.

-… that place might seem a terrible on the outside, but believe me, it’s very much worse inside, alongside the fact that his owners are all assholes- replied Roman, wanting her eyes back on him and getting them, alongside a shocked expression and a grunt from Ivar, which was immediately suppressed by something that said “do you want war? I will bring it to you”.

-People only come here for the free wi-fi- replied swiftly the other man, sparking a little fight.

And immediately (Y/N) came between those two, touching Ivar’s chest.

-Woah woah… your places are equally broken on the outside, but they are prettier on the inside, and yeah the wi-fi bonus is amazing- she laughed lightly, but her intention was clear: she wanted no riot or brawl in there, cocking an eyebrow at Roman, in a little show of dominance.

He, instead, licked his lips, a little aroused by a girl that could handle two extremely territorial males, without and ounce of fear; Ivar was thinking the same, looking at the hand on his chest with wide eyes.

-You are definitely all over men’s bullshit- mumbled attentively Roman, making her drop her hand from Ivar, who looked a few minutes from crying for the loss.

-Oh, all over every person’s bullshit, but you men are just the absolute worst- she laughed timidly, before downing again her drink, as she tried to avoid thinking about the two men looking at her smugly and intensively.

“Well you are lucky, we are not men, sweetie” that’s what he wanted to tell her, but seeing through all the confidence she was faking, that she was pretty shy, it wasn’t the time to tell her they were supernatural beings.

Although she seemed smart to figure that out on her own.

-… men disappointed you, lovely? – Ivar asked, tried to sound compassionate, meanwhile he adjusted himself on the stool, probably because of his legs bothering him.

-It’s just…-.

-Are you a lesbian? – asked again Ivar and Roman sent him a death glare, knowing perfectly from the adorable blush she was wearing that they had just burned a chance to talk with her.

-No, I mean girls are beautiful, but not interested into them, although maybe I should, men are…-.

-… the worst- mumbled Roman, sending a straight up glare at Ivar, as if to let the sweetheart know that he was indeed “the worst”.

Ivar clearly looked embarrassed by the way she mumbled back, and moved near to get her attention, offering and half-hearted apology, helped by his sweet and dramatic blue eyes.

-Sorry, didn’t mean…-.

-Don’t worry- she mumbled leaning towards him -… a lot of people assumed it the same: no dates, no guys out of my house and I frighten every boy who comes my way-.

She tried to laugh it off but Roman could find how much it actually pained her: the loneliness and the sadness made her feel as if she was not enough.

But she was so so much more than enough and sweet, and she had already two men courting her.

-They were all boys to be frightened by such a pretty and powerful girl- replied Ivar, immediately gaining points by the pretty compliments, she leaned back into him, not enough to touch but… Ivar helped the contact by putting a hand over her shoulders, making her blush even more and sending Roman a winning smirk.

But he hadn’t lost.

-So, pretty girlie, do you have any plans for this weekend? – he asked, taking away the attention from Ivar and leaning forward, thing that was made by (Y/N) herself.

-Just to relax and do anything else-.

-Never thought about a threesome? – and the look of shock was enough to be a win for him.

Ivar seriously couldn’t be the prouder guy in the entire bar with the prettiest girl in town under his arm, smiling sweetly and with red shadows on her cheeks he wanted to kiss and maybe he would get to if he accompanied her back to the room.

Also, it was a little win over Roman, who instead of him, just needed to look at a girl to have her in her bed, and he also had had another little advantaged over him.

But he ruined anything as soon as Roman spit out the “threesome” proposition; it wasn’t rare for them to share a girl, mostly because of Ivar’s “little problem”, but this girl so sweet and pure… he felt like the sharing option was crazy.

She looked shell shocked in her expression of true shock, even worse than the one that she had on her face after his “embarrassing question”, but she almost laughed out, probably expecting it all to be a little joke.

Michael looked at her like a cat with a mouse, clearly trying to stay serious, although he laughed it off as if it was joke before going back to being serious.

-But seriously sweetie… if you want to do something more than just relax, we are more than willing to help you with a little fun-.

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Big (Trash) Mouth

Summary: Richie Tozier is an already overall awkward human being, the absolute last thing he needed was an untimely visit from Maury, his hormone monster.The Big Mouth x It (2017) crossover I apparently needed but couldn't find.

Word Count: 4164

Notes: Soooooo yeah, I posted something on tumblr a little while ago about how I needed this crossover and nobody took the bait so I took it myself. I've never written for It or for Big Mouth, so I'm sure this is all wildly out of character, but whatever, it sparked joy. It was... interesting attempting to write this and not say a lot of the things I knew Richie would say, but I didn't want to go there being in my mid 20's and writing 15 year olds. So yeah. Enjoy?

P.S. I totally headcanon Maggie and Went Tozier to be EXACTLY like Mr and Mrs Birch if you’ve seen Big Mouth, so I wrote them that way.

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~~~*~~~

Big Trash Mouth

“Late bloomer”. It’s something Richie had heard his whole life.

Late to start talking, walking, late to potty train, and now…

“Bill, when the hell did you decide to grow a mustache?”

Richie rolled his eyes as his friends fawned over how masculine it made him look. Their voices all deeper, bodies filling out the way they should be. He was fourteen and still gangly as ever, the only thing that had changed with Richie was his height. He now towered over his friends, but still had the awkward squeaky voice. His cheeks were still filled with baby fat, and he walked like a newborn giraffe.

All he wished for was to grow up, like his friends were. He talked the big talk, but in reality, Richie was a scared little boy. His heart thudded in his chest when he thought about what his first kiss would be like. Sure, Bill and Bev were really the only two losers who swapped spit on the regular, but Stan had kissed a girl from camp, and Mike had been actively pursuing one of the girls in their year at school after they’d kissed at a birthday party in a round of truth or dare. Eddie always blushed and told them to fuck off whenever he was asked, which left Richie and Ben as the last two losers.

Ben was a romantic, he wanted it to be special, which Richie always fake gagged at before running his mouth about the love of his life, Mrs. K. It was easier to make a joke about it than face up to what he was really thinking about…

It wasn’t that Richie couldn’t see himself settling down one day, or having a crazy whirlwind romance. He was just young, he wasn’t thinking about it. All he wanted was to be with Eddie.

He’d deny it to anyone who asked if he had a crush on Eddie (even to himself). It wasn’t a crush, Eddie was his best friend of all the losers. He knew what they had was special, and he wanted to grow old with him… and be like, best friends forever, ya know?

Nevertheless, Richie would shake off the feeling. He’d shaken it off at twelve, and he was still shaking it off at fifteen… for a little while at least.

It was hot that night, he’d been reading one of his dad’s old Batman comics, and he realized Batman and Robin were a little close for just friends.

“Ha, totally gay.” He’d muttered, trying to ignore the feeling of his heart beating wildly at the thought. Unlike most of his friends, he didn’t see the appeal to characters like Catwoman. She was sexy, sure, but he didn’t feel the attraction to her. But Batman…

A shiver ran through Richie, and suddenly, a rumble came from his closet. He jumped, terrified that the fucking clown might be back again.

“H-hello?” Richie whispered, praying there wouldn’t be an answer. After a moment of silence, he turned back to Batman. The story became lost on Richie, he stopped focusing on what was happening, and continued to zone in on Batman’s well-sculpted body; and then the rattling started again. “Fuck, hello? Eds, did you follow me home again?”

The closet door opened and a dark figure walked out; a big ugly monster, covered in hair revealed himself in the light. “Who the fuck is Eds?”

Richie shouted as the thing came closer. He slapped himself across the face, attempting to wake himself from whatever nightmare he was in, but he wasn’t waking up.

“What’re you doing kid? With the whole… slapping thing?”

“What the fuck are you?” Richie shouted again, adjusting his glasses and scrambling further up his bed.

“Oh, me? I’m Maury! I’m your hormone monster!”

“My what?”

“Your hormone monster! Congrats kid, you’re a man now.” Richie looked at him, confused and a little horrified of the physical monster that had manifested in front of him. “Look Rich, you’re reading a dirty magazine or some shit, your mind wandered for a bit, badda bing badda boom, here I am. So why don’t you… how did you put it… tickle your pickle and call it an evening?”

“What the fuck.”

“What, are you not looking at your dad’s Playboys?” Richie stared at the thing… Maury… in horror for a moment. “No, I’m reading a Batman comic.”

“Odd flex, but okay, I can work with that. Chicks dig a man in a spandex suit, I bet he gets so much pussy.”

~~~*~~~

Richie had barely slept that night. Maury kept him awake, flooding his mind with confusing thoughts and images.

“Wow Rich, you look horrible.”

“Thanks asshole, not looking too shabby yourself.” He snapped back at Stan as they reached the quarry together. He was not in the mood today.

Hanging out at the quarry today instead of the clubhouse turned out to be a blessing and a curse. The cold water woke him up instantly, and soon enough, Richie was back to being the trashmouth they all knew and loved. But shortly after jumping in, Eddie arrived.

Richie’s heart thudded, and a weak smile broke across his face as Eddie dropped his bike, waving to his friends. Then… his clothes started coming off.

“Ohhhh, shit man, I see how it is, that’s Eds.”

He jumped. “Fuck’s sake, you scared the shit outta me.” Maury had appeared out of nowhere, and it put Richie right back into his bad mood.

“Yeah man, who knew short, angry and hypochondriac would be the one to get your motor running. I thought for sure it’d be the tall, leggy redhead.”

“Shut up, Eds does not get my motor running. He’s my best friend.”

“Oh yeah? Tell that to your dick.”

“What? FUCK.” Sure enough, Richie felt the same unfamiliar stirring he’d started feeling the night before low in his belly. He sunk lower in the water, covering his shoulders, moving as far away from his friends as he could.

“Hey Richie!” Eddie yelled. “Get over here, I need a partner for chicken.”

“Oh yeah, chicken is a fave. Think about it Richie, Eddie sitting on your shoulders, it would be so easy to just turn him around and bury your face—”

“FUCK OFF MAURY. I GET IT.”

“Well you obviously don’t. That problem in your pants wasn’t a problem until he showed up.”

“Oh my god, OKAY. I’m attracted to dudes.” Richie hung his head low, his face burning.

“And…”

“And what? I said what I said.”

“Come on man, it goes deeper than that. You’ve had four other dudes in their tighty-whities feet away from you literally all afternoon and you waited till Spaghetti man showed up to pop a boner.”

Richie frowned. “Um, you’re the hormone monster, none of that was my decision apparently.”

“No, but the gay thoughts you’ve been having about Eddie were all yours.”

Before that day, Richie would have denied it until his face turned blue, but finally, he had to come clean with himself.

“Fine, fine. I’m attracted to Eddie; I have gay thoughts about my best friend. I… I l—I like Eddie.”

“Atta boy! Now go tackle him and pretend your hand slipped when you touch his butt.”

~~~*~~~

“Hey Richie, why were you being so weird earlier today?”

Richie spluttered. Bev had always been forward, calling him out on his bullshit, but he didn’t expect that she’d call him out on it today. The two of them had become close. Richie’s mom adored Bev, she was always welcome at the Tozier house for dinner, a sleepover, whatever she needed. He never questioned why his mom let him have a girl sleep over all the time, but now he supposed she had an inkling that he might not think about girls that way.

He leaned back against his headboard and looked straight ahead.

“I… um…”

“I thought it might be the boner you popped when you saw Eddie strip down, but you were quiet all afternoon.”

Richie felt his face pale. “You… what?”

She laughed. “Stan pointed it out, Mike begged us not to say anything after the sleepover incident.”

“Fuck, well that’s embarrassing. I feel like I’ve lost control, my hormones are like a fucking monster, always there, just waiting to attack.” Richie sounds crazy in his own ears.

“Is it weird that I understand?” Richie looks at her curiously. “Sometimes I just… I just feel so angry, I want to scream and cry, but then…” she shakes her head, “Bill comes in and just… he makes it all better. But then it’s hard to control myself there too.”

“Oooh, Bevvie, you gonna spill all the dirty deets about Big Bill?”

She giggles. “Shut up, asshole. You gonna spill the beans on why you popped a boner at the quarry?”

“I think I have a crush on Eddie.” Richie’s surprised to hear it come out of his own mouth, let alone with another person in the room.

“Yeah dipshit, tell me something I don’t know.”

“Wait, what?” Maury popped up in the corner of Richie’s eye as they spoke it together. “Dude, what the fuck, how’d she find out before you did?”

“You two aren’t exactly subtle you know. We’ve been placing bets on when it would finally come out forever.”

“But… but Bev, neither of us… I didn’t even tell you I was gay. I didn’t even really admit it until very recently.” He paused. “Oh yeah, I’m gay by the way, you’re… you’re the first of the losers to know.”

She looks down at her feet, embarrassed by her own outburst. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… thank you for telling me Rich, I’m proud of you for coming out.”

“Thanks Bevvie.” He opened up as she leaned into him.

“It’s just… you and Eddie have something different, something special between you two.”

“Yeah, but… just because he likes guys too, doesn’t mean he’s into me.” Richie pouted.

Bev turns to look at him. “Richard.” She deadpans.

“What?”

“Eddie’s been flirting with you since we were fucking thirteen.”

“Um, he’s been bitching at me since we were fucking thirteen is I think what you meant to say.”

“No, flirting. He’s been pulling your metaphorical pigtails. And the shorts, he literally only wears them when you’re around because you always comment on them.”

“What? Richard, you never told me there were shorts involved.” Maury popped up. “I demand to see the shorts, take me to the shorts!”

Richie rolled his eyes, his heart thudding in his chest. Could Eddie like him back? “That still doesn’t mean anything, Bev.”

“That means everything, Rich.”

“Yeah Rich, that means everything! I think Eddie likes you man. Maybe try sticking your tongue down his throat, it’ll be like a fun little experiment to see for sure.”

He ignored Maury, still turning red at the thought.

Beverly smirked. “You’re imagining sticking your tongue down his throat, aren’t you?”

Maury raised his eyebrows. “Wow, she’s good.”

He shoved her, a smile cracking on his face. “Shut up.”

“Never.” Bev composed herself and leaned back into Richie. “I think you should tell him.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Richie shook his head. “I-I can’t. He’d never—”

“I literally just told you he’s been flirting with you for years. Spit it out Richie, it’ll feel good once you do. Plus, boyfriend.”

“No, but he’s my best friend. What if I fuck it all up and he never wants to see me again? Or worse, what if we do end up dating, and I hurt him? I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt him. I just want him to be happy.”

“He’d be a lot happier if he were with you Richie.” Beverly reached up and stroked the hair away from his forehead.

“Okay, maybe so. But maybe I’m just not ready to come all the way out yet.”

She smiled. “That’s okay too.”

~~~*~~~

Months went by, and Maury continued to torture Richie to no end. He somehow sprouted up even taller, his voice got even lower, and suddenly he was just… hairy.

Richie had grown up a lot, but not just physically.

He was still Richie Trashmouth Tozier, but in much smaller doses than he had been before. He almost stopped relying on dirty jokes and made genuinely funny remarks, he stopped trying to take the spotlight, and opened up to, and listened to his friends in return. Richie had become almost civilized.

He’d come out to his parents; they were every bit as loving and supportive as they’d always been, sometimes overly supportive.

“You know sweetheart, my friend from work has a nephew in the next town over who’s gay, maybe we should set you two up.” His mom would say.

“Richie, you should really think about cleaning up the hair on your face, at least until you can grow a proper beard. Your mother has told me scratchy kisses are unpleasant, and you don’t want some nice boy to think you give scratchy kisses.” His dad would lament.

Richie’s parents were a lot, but he was grateful that they cared.

“For god’s sake man, why did your dad cry teaching you how to shave your face?” Maury said, rolling his eyes.

“Because he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that I’m growing up and I won’t be his baby anymore.”

“Geez, that’s bleak.”

Richie and Maury’s attention was drawn to the window as he heard a gentle clink. They approached carefully, only to find Eddie at the base of his house looking up.

“Well well well, would you look at that. Just saw him this afternoon, but little Eds came back for some of that sweet Trashmouth lovin I see.” Maury waggled his eyebrows. “OH! And he wore the shorts. The SHORTS Richie!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Richie opened his window. “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” He called down to Eddie.

“Really not in the fucking mood right now, Trashmouth.” He sounded broken, small. There was anger and hurt layered under his displeasure to Richie’s usual antics. “I—I don’t think I’ll be able to climb up. But…”

“Say no more Spaghetti. Come around to the front, my parents are in the kitchen, I’ll sneak you in.”

Richie raced to the front door as quickly and quietly as he could. When he saw Eddie’s broken expression, he immediately brought him in for a hug.

“I’m okay.” Eddie repeated, but he didn’t look okay.

“Come upstairs, we just have to get past Maggie and Went.”

They tiptoed into the house, but Maggie Tozier was like a bloodhound. “Richie, is that Bev with you? Oh, hi Eddie, what a nice surprise.” She smiled as she turned the corner and spotted the two boys.

Eddie smiled. “Hi Mrs. Tozier. Sorry to interrupt your evening, I won’t stay long.”

“Nonsense, stay as long as you’d like. Can I get you boys anything, a snack? Something to drink?” Maggie smiled, sensing something was wrong. “Eddie, is everything okay?”

Eddie smiled but shook his head. “It’s complicated.” He shrugged, but Maggie’s eyes were kind, encouraging him to share. “I… it’s my mom… she’s been even more overbearing since I came out to her and we got in a fight. I just needed some air. I think I should have just kept it to myself and not told her I’m gay.”

Maggie rushed over, and Went popped his head into view. “Oh honey thank you for telling me. Never feel ashamed to be who you are.” She pulled him into a hug, Went rushing over to join them. “Well if you ever need some extended time away, there’s more than enough room for you here.”

“Thanks Mrs. T.”

“Wow man, this is all pretty gay.” Maury snuck in. “Ha, get it, gay? Cause we’re like totally gay and sharing feelings ‘n shit? Yeah, that’s some good shit.”

Richie rolled his eyes at the hormone monster, and touched Eddie’s shoulder lightly. “Love the whole Full House heart to heart thing that’s going on, but I think Eddie came over to take his mind off it all. Wanna go upstairs and play on the Super Nintendo?”

Eddie smiled and nodded, following the other boy into his room.

“Went, did you know Eddie was gay?” Maggie asked her husband quietly.

“I had an inkling. I think something very beautiful is happening with our son and his best friend right under our noses.”

Maggie frowned. “Just because they’re both gay—”

He shook his head. “No, no. They’ve had something special from the beginning, my sweet. I think it’s just the natural progression of their relationship.” Went kissed his wife’s cheek, and went back to their cleaning.

~~~*~~~

In the hours that had passed, Richie successfully took Eddie’s mind off his mother. The two teens laughed as they played Street Fighter, shoveling popcorn that Maggie had brought up into their smiling mouths.

It was Friday, so Eddie didn’t feel bad about drifting off in Richie’s bed shortly after they’d both collapsed in it, comic books sprawled at their feet.

Richie looked on as Eddie peacefully slept beside him. His features were soft, boyish still, but a hint of developing masculinity lay beneath the baby fat that remained. He removed his glasses and flipped off his lamp, settling into his normal sleeping position when Eddie snuggled in against his side.

Fuck.

“Oh shit, Richie, I don’t think Eddie’s asleep.” Maury once again made an appearance.

“What the fuck are you talking about, he’s totally asleep. Maury, what do I do?”

“Um… um… do you think he’d mind if you—”

“YES. Yes he would absolutely mind if I just whipped my dick out in the middle of our sleepover Maury.”

“Richie…” His head turned to the boy in his arms who was obviously very much not asleep. “I can hear you thinking. Shut the fuck up and hold me.”

“You heard the man Richard, he wants to be held, hold him!”

Richie moved hesitantly, gaining confidence as Eddie snuggled in closer to him. He could feel his friend’s breath lightly hitting his neck, getting closer and closer as he searched for that perfectly comfortable sweet spot in Richie’s arms. Eddie’s lips lightly grazed his neck, and suddenly Richie bolted upright, feeling the familiar tension stir in his gut.

“Richie?” Eddie sat up sleepily, eyes boring into the side of Richie’s face.

“Why the fuck would you move! If you would have waited a few more minutes, sweet, sweet magic could have happened!” Maury whined, dragging a hairy hand down his face.

“I—I’m sorry Eddie, I just… gotta save some lovin for your mom, am I right?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I-is it weird, being like this together now, because I’m gay?” They had indeed had sleepovers before where Richie had woken up with Eddie curled around him, but it had never bothered him until Maury showed up.

“N-no, no, that’s not it. I’m gay too, asshole.”

Eddie got up, walking towards Richie hesitantly. “Then why…” and then in the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of why. “Oh my god, classic Trashmouth. It’s like the quarry all over again. You really can’t control that thing can you?” He joked.

Richie had no witty response for him. He was silent for a moment, letting his own embarrassment wash over him. “I’m sorry Eddie.”

Eddie frowned. “For what? We’re teenage boys, that shit happens like all the time in our sleep.”

“Eddie, I… I wasn’t sleeping.”

Maury’s eyes shot open. “Richie why the fuck would you do that, he’s gonna think you’re some sort of pervert! Not that I wouldn’t love you any less if you were some sort of pervert, believe me, I could tell you stories about some of the other kids I’ve been assigned to.”

“Maury, just… just shut up, please.”

“What do you mean you weren’t sleeping? Richie, we’ve been asleep for—”

Richie shook his head. “You’ve been asleep for hours, I… I couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts of Mrs. K running through—”

“Richie please, you literally just said you were gay.” The two were silent for a moment. Eddie looked at him hesitantly and nodded. “Okay. Does this happen with—”

“No.” Richie closed his eyes and collapsed back on his bed, willing the horribly timed problem to go away. “No, Eddie, just you.” He let out a groan of frustration.

Maury stood behind Eddie, unable to read his expression. “Shit man, I think you have to tell him how you feel now.”

“I’m sorry Eds, I never meant for you to find out like this… I never meant for you to find out at all.”

“What the fuck are you going on about Richie?”

Richie sat up and looked Eddie in the eye. “Eds… Eds you don’t get it?”

Eddie spluttered. “N-not really! I have no fucking clue what you’re trying to say right now. All I can tell from this conversation is that you’re gay and still apparently fucking my mother, and you popped a boner from lying beside me. I’m not a fucking mind-reader man, I’ve got no idea what—”

Richie’s lips gently touching Eddie’s cut off his rant. The kiss only lasted a second, but it left the two teens breathless.

“O-oh.” Eddie’s eyebrows were in his hairline, and Richie couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

“Holy fucking shit kid, you fucking did it.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Neither boy wanted to speak first, neither wanted to look into the other’s eyes. Richie was beyond embarrassed, and he couldn’t help but feel like he’d maybe lost a friend.

“Fucking hell Eddie, even your mother is more talkative in bed.” He laughed nervously, adjusting his glasses.

“Shit man, he’s not saying anything. Whip it out, whip your dick out! Stun the motherfucker into saying something!” Maury yelled and jumped about.

“Richie… we were having a moment, why the fuck would you bring my mother into this again?”

Richie’s eyes went wide. “We… we were? I kinda thought you were going to jump out my window to be honest.”

“No, no! That… that was… good! I mean, I liked it.”

“You did?”

Eddie shoved Richie lightly. “Yes, dumbass, I did. I just don’t really know how to do this whole…” He pointed between the two of them.

“This whole what?”

“You know… um… crush… thing.”

“Crush!” Maury looked between the two boys and collapsed.

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” Richie pushed his hand through his hair.

“Yes asshole, why do you think I always try to partner with you in chicken? And sit beside you whenever we’re with the rest of the losers? I’ve had a crush on you for like… I dunno… like a really long time. And I kind of thought you did too. But now I’m wondering if maybe you just wanted another gay boy to I dunno, experiment with. Fuck, I’m an idiot.”

“No! No, Eds, me too, I feel that way too. The crush I mean.” Richie smiled and took the smaller boy’s hand in his. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole, and I’m sorry about…” he waved his free hand over his crotch. “I just… it’s like… uncontrollable. And like… your butt just looks really good in those shorts.”

“Beep beep trashmouth.” Eddie giggled. “I get it. I mean, I don’t, my dick isn’t trying to sabotage me, but it did at one point, and that sucked.”

Richie looked over to Maury accusingly. “Yeah, it does suck.” He shook his head and looked at Eddie. “So what do we do now?”

“Well I like you, and you like me, we could always… um I mean… you could be my boyfriend?”

Richie fake gasped. “Mamma dear!” He said in a southern belle accent. “This here boy wants to be my boyfriend!”

Maury shook his head. “Yeah man, maybe don’t do that.” But Eddie was giggling like a schoolgirl, eating Richie’s performance up. “Okay, wait, maybe you’re onto something. He likes it, keep doing it.”

Eddie shoved Richie again, knocking him down onto the bed, but tumbling after him. “Shut up asshole.”

“That’s asshole boyfriend to you, boyfriend.”

He blushed adorably. “Okay, asshole boyfriend.” Richie noticed Eddie’s gaze travelling between his eyes and his lips. Before he could stop himself, he leaned forwards, and kissed him again, this time longer, with more pressure.

Eddie’s breath hitched; it was perfect. Perfect until…

“Boys? Shouldn’t you be—oh!”

Richie pulled away from Eddie, and jolted back up again. “Mom!” He shouted. “This is why you need to knock!”

“Sorry sweetie, I’ll just… I’m gonna leave the door open a bit for you. We’re talking about this tomorrow. Goodnight boys, sleep tight! Make good choices!”

Maggie wandered back into her room, giggling as she crawled back into bed beside her husband.

“You may have been onto something with those two Wentworth.”

“See Mags, I told you. Something beautiful is happening.”

#reddie #reddie fic #richie x eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #maury the hormone monster #It big mouth au #my writing

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emancipationofa · 4 years

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It’s been a while...

My blog seems abandoned. I haven’t written anything in a few months so let's go down memory lane. I'm gonna look through my Snapchat memories to give a more accurate description. Let's start in January. I got off of winter break and gladly went back to school. My first weekend back, I went to a party with Kyler and Abby. We went to this guy Iman’s apartment and got drunk. I met his roommates Jenny, Reece, and Hannah. That night I asked Iman to fuck but luckily he was too drunk and he said no. I also asked Kyler and this guy named Julius if they wanted to fuck. And this was after I gave them all lap dances. I gave him my Snapchat as I was leaving and told him he better text me. That night I went home and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. For the rest of that week, I waited anxiously for him to text me. He did... a week later. He said hey and he apologized for not texting me sooner. Eventually, we started texting all day every day. He was the first person I talked too when I woke up and the last person I talked to before I went to sleep. He was always on my mind. I didn’t see him again for 2 weeks. The night of my school's homecoming dance he made a comment about going I said he should. I had no idea if he was really gonna show up. But he did. When he walked through that door, my heart dropped to my asshole. I looked good but he looked even better, even though his outfit was so simple. At the end of the night, he invited me back to his place and I obviously said yeah. I went back to my apartment, changed, and then walked over to his. I don’t really remember the night from what I do remember, it was fun. The next night, I came over again but I brought my roommate because one of his guy friends liked her. It was another fun night. We all drank and went to Meijer. We all walked around drunk as fuck and he picked out a bag of avocados for me because I couldn’t choose. We went back to his place and decorated cookies. I drunkenly tried to make an I out of sprinkles and it looked horrible. As soon as I handed him the cookie, he licked it and ruined the I. I wasn’t even upset in the slightest. For some reason it made my heart soar. Another week passed and we hung out again. he came over with his friends and we had a movie night. We watched a semi-scary movie which was hilarious because we talked about movies the night before and he told me how he didn’t like scary movies. Then he came over again the next night and we burned some love notes that my ex-girlfriend gave me. (Sidenote: He and my ex-girlfriend were roommates at one point and they messed around for a while.) It was therapeutic and I was so happy that I did it with him. That same night, we laid in bed talking and watching Tik Tok’. I read his tarot cards and they came back shockingly accurate. When he left, I cried because I missed him. I think it was because I was on my period but who knows. After that, I started to cry every time he left because I would miss him. a few days later he came over and we drank together and I told him that, so he started to call me every time he left so I wouldn’t be sad. After that, we started to hang out constantly. I mean like at least twice a week, sometimes every day. I started to let him in. I started to fall for him. Then tragedy struck. It was his birthday. The day started out amazing. My roommate and I made him breakfast and then we surprised him with a cake. It was a simple cake but it made him cry. and then I gave him the rest of his presents from me. After that, we sat around for hours until it was time to go to his place. Everything was great until I got a text from him. all it said was “Landin is coming”. Landin is the aforementioned ex-girlfriend. We aren’t on the best of terms so to know that she was coming wasn’t the best news. But it was his birthdays. Fast forward a few hours and shes there. The party going on and it's great. Then Landin asked if we could talk. I stupidly said yes and we went into a room. The conversation started off calmy but then we started screaming at each other and all I remember saying is “stop telling me you love me. Just let me move on and be happy”. I left the room crying and after I calmed down, I went and laid down in Iman's bed. After that things got weird. I apologized to him for that happening at his party and he said it was fine. Then later he told me that his roommate told him some things that I said during the argument because she was in there. Apparently, I told my ex to leave Iman alone and that I wanted him all to myself. That doesn't even sound like me so I highly doubt that I said that. But he didn’t know if it was true or not and that why he came to me. He told me that he didn’t like me like that and that he wasn’t looking for a relationship. It hurt my heart but I knew that he didn’t like me. I guess hearing it just solidified that for me. Weeks later we were still hanging out consistently. Every other day or so we were together. I tried making my feelings go away but they won't. My mom forced me to move back to my hometown because she thinks if I’m home I can’t catch the coronavirus. The day I left was heartbreaking. He came over and spent hours with me. I teared up a few times but I didn’t really cry. He gave me one last hug and as soon as he went to step out the door I broke down. I felt my heart break. He turned back around gave me another hug which made me cry even harder. And then he left but not before screaming I love you to me at the top of his lungs. My roommate hugged me as I cried and helped me take my stuff to the car. So yeah. That been my life for the last few months. Crazy, confusing, and heartbreaking but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I won't disappear again blog, I promise.

#blogger #blog post #daily blog #teen blog #teen #college #confused #heartbreak #daily post #anonymous

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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SHOT A GUN??!? LEE OMG, now you have to tell the story cause i'm curious (same goes to ruined a surprise)

From this post, for reference for anyone seeing this who hasn’t scrolled my blog today lol

The ruined a surprise one was pretty tame, and actually has happened more than once. As a kid, I would be told not to tell my mum or another family member about a surprise being done for them for their birthday. But I always wanted to make folks happy, and that was such good news to give them, my tiny brain would tell me. So inevitably I would roll up to the Birthday Person like a week before their party and be like “wouldn’t it be cool if you had [surprise thing X] at your party? Wouldn’t that be the best?” And they would go “Is that thing going to be at my party?” and I would immediately start giggling and give away the surprise lmao. My family still doesn’t tell me surprise stuff in advance now, and tbh, that’s fair. Though I will say, I have halted my ruining of surprises lol.

Put the gun story under a cut for safety’s sake. TW for mentions of abuse mentions of rape, mentions of death, hunting (idk if it’s a trigger for anyone else, but it is for me, so I’m adding it here), and racism.

The gun story is...more lol. My ex-stepdad was a proper Midwestern racist, sexist, homophobic, redneck asshole who loved guns and the flag more than anything else (aside from himself, naturally) and as a part of trying to “bond” with me before he ended up proposing to my mum (after barely six months of dating! And she said yes! But that’s another tale) he tried to teach me and get me to use all the weapons he loved so much.

Now, the bow and arrow I legit did and do still love. I never get to use it now, but I have a bow and my arrows with their hunting tips, and refuse to get rid of them in case I ever get a chance to go to a range again and shoot some of those foam cubes (my fave targets to use.) However, he was not content for me to just use that, and he really wanted to take me hunting.

Few issues with that:

-At the time, I was a middle schooler campaigning against the wars in the Middle East, using what little platform I had as a kid to protest; namely wearing an actual peace sign necklace to school and challenging other kids to debates about the wars. My government and history teachers did enjoy me for that, though I will never forget the government class where they let me go up against the entire class in debate. In one corner, seventh grade me, against the wars and war in general while still respecting that at least some soldiers are people who want to do good and think they can do it by being recruited but also acknowledging that the military targets minorities of all kinds knowing they can be more vulnerable to wanting to help others, and the military can prey on that to recruit people. In the other corner, the literal rest of my class, who were all too happy to pile on me about things not even related to the debate, even the ones who admitted they were on my side of the debate, but chose to instead use this opportunity to yell at me.

-As a result of the above point and other things, I Did Not and Do Not like guns. Not comfortable around them for many reasons, and since that age have believed in gun control.

-Also a result of the above point, was for peace in general and was not a fan of hunting. As I grew, I learned that there are some cases where hunting is actually needed to cull populations so they don’t overrun areas, but seventh grade me didn’t know that, and just wanted all animals to be allowed to live without people like my then-stepdad hunting them. Tbh, they still should be able to live without my ex-stepdad hunting them, because he should not be allowed weapons of any kind.

So needless to say, I didn’t want to even hold any of his guns, let alone shoot one. I managed to actually avoid that bit until after they got married.

Then, he turned into someone completely different from who he had been when they were dating. The full story of how he was abusive and what we went through for five years isn’t something I’ll put here because this is already long, but all of that does play into why I did not want to go hunting with him (in a field, in the middle of NoDak, just me and him, no one else around for miles and no cellphones? Not cool, putting it mildly) and why I did not want to handle his guns.

Unfortunately for me, my mum insisted I wasn’t trying hard enough to help him adjust to having a child, since he had been a single dude, married only once before for about six months, with no kids. He had nieces and a nephew, but otherwise he wasn’t used to kids. Part of my making ‘a better try’ with him was to go hunting, and let him teach me to shoot.

So, we went out hunting a few times. Pheasant, and deer, and that was alright. I wasn’t thrilled to be out there, and I can still smell how his truck was just saturated in the scent of dead animal and I hated and still hate that scent burned into my memory, but I got through it.

It was in the backyard of our house with his makeshift (read: not all right for guns or bows, really shitty) range that it came to a head, and I got to fire a gun for the first time.

I still question why he gave me a pistol. You don’t really use a pistol to hunt deer, you know? And he could never tell us why he had so many extra pistols, since he did have his one for work as an officer at the Penitentiary, and it seems like that one should be enough. By the time we left him, he had two huge gun safes full of pistols and other guns, including weapons that by law no one should be able to purchase, but no one checks in on the two assholes meeting in the Wal-Mart parking lot who have trunks full of weapons they want to sell without getting in legal trouble.

But I digress. He showed me how to hold it, to make sure I’m always pointing down-range, to only point at something I intend to shoot. To always treat the gun as if it was loaded, even if I was 99% sure it wasn’t. I give him that, because that is decent gun safety, and he could have been really terrible and not taught me that.

Once he had me set up in front of a target, he told me to go for it, to expect the recoil (I was chubby, always have been, but I hadn’t started seriously lifting weights at that time, so my arms were really reedy and physically even that pistol’s recoil flung me back some.)

I shot, and I wanted to drop it and run inside. It was loud, and the smell of gun smoke and ammunition is unpleasant. I felt like I’d betrayed something inside myself in that moment. This was what the troops learned how to do, what people who hurt others knew how to do.

But my mum had been really mad at me for not being better to him (in retrospect and after therapy, I was fine, just being a kid in early puberty. My therapist says my mother should have stood up for me. I’m not in a place to assign blame like that yet, and maybe I won’t ever be.) So, I stayed put, and I shot a few more times.

He noticed I had tears in my eyes, and started to complain about “the peaceful pussy shit getting in the way of me being taught something important” and he told me I needed to stop crying right away. I’ve never been able to do that, and I cry all the damn time; if I’m really angry or sad or happy, my body responds with tears that give me migraines that are hard to turn off once started.

He got more angry, and told me I needed to learn how to do this because if I didn’t, what would I do if someone broke in? Would I let them hurt my mother? Rape her? Kill her? If he wasn’t there (and he often wasn’t, due to his job and his hunting trips) it would be up to me to save her, didn’t I care about knowing how to save her?

I argued that I didn’t think a gun was the answer to that situation, that self defense and what weapons are used during it was too much for me to discuss with him.

He started talking about the black family that had moved in down the street, about the friend I had at school who was Muslim, about how diverse (read: not that diverse, this is the mid-fuckin-west that has a long way to go re: diversity) our state was becoming. About all the things he was ‘so sure’ they and their families would do to us, to me, if given the chance. All incorrect and horribly racist things, but he didn’t care, because he was always right, in his mind. And I wasn’t allowed to call him out and say he was wrong, or at least that was what my mother would tell me.

“You like peace, so learn to help me keep it.”

Instead I told him that it wasn’t right to say those things, that no one was going to try and hurt us like that, and that the notion was ridiculous. Shouting, I told him I was more scared of him and what he might do with his guns than what anyone else would do to me.

He went very quiet, took the pistol from me (that I was still pointing at the ground, like he showed me) and told me to go to my room.

He stayed out the rest of the night shooting his various guns, only coming in to switch weapons or get more ammo, refusing to come in for dinner until I had finished mine and was away from the table. He didn’t speak to me for the next week, and as scared as I was of him, it was some small relief that he at least wasn’t yelling at me or asking me things that made me uncomfortable.

In a weird way, I’m glad I’ve shot one before. When I’m debating with people in my area about gun control and other issues, they instantly respect you more if you can say you’ve shot before. Otherwise, they talk over you and don’t want to listen to anything, no matter how nice or calm you say it.

At the same time, I recoil any time I hear anything like gunshots, and I can’t ever imagine using a gun again. Even if I was told I must, I don’t think I could. I’ll hold my bow and arrow, keep the bat I keep in my room at all times to ease my paranoia, but I can’t ever imagine holding a gun again.

#text post #ask box things #my bad that the second story is so long #but I haven't told anyone the whole story aside from my therapist #and this was cathartic #and probably explains some of my paranoia and PTSD to y'all as well lmao #bens-jawline

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romeoryu · 4 years

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me waiting until the last minute to write my intro post, forcing myself to rush through it all as quickly as possible despite having had days and days to write something detailed and thoughtful? it is more likely than you think. but anyways helo it me!!!! ur local admin aka kayla aka romeo’s mother and somehow also his worst enemy. heh. like i said, i’m gonna rush through this & try to make it cohesive as possible but forgive me if nothing makes sense adshjfdfh. like this to plot, or just hmu on my discord which is currently JAELENTINE’S DAY#8258 ( hbd yoonoh ilu )

— ( 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 & 𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞. ) oh my god look, it’s romeo ryu! he is a 23 year old actor from newark, new jersey. they were first associated with the met cartel 2 years ago, and the tabloids are always saying he is so audacious & evasive, but their stans on twitter say that he is actually really rougish & debonair.

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧.

— 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅.

tw: drug abuse, death/overdose

— part i.

from the very beginning of his life, romeo ryu has struggled with trying to figure out where his place in the world is. he doesn’t remember much of his earliest years, time spent in a home with parents he can only remember in far away, hazy dreams.

his parents were young, and in lust. he was never planned, or, in the end, wanted & ended up in the foster care system by the time he was two. for most of his life he bounced around from foster home to foster home, some good and some terrible, but none of them great. he held on to and undying hope that one day he’d stumble upon the family that wanted him, the parents that loved him and the childhood he dreamed of. but year in and year out it never came, and that hope began to burn out around his 13th birthday.

stuck in the system, he had to grow a thick skin. there was no one at his back or there to defend him, and most of his foster families only cared about the monthly check they received in return for letting him sleep under their roofs. and in the end, that’s all it really was. a place to sleep and a couple free meals. aside from that he was on his own.

college was never an option – there was no way in hell he could afford it, and by the time he was 16, he was sick of sleeping under strangers’ roofs. he dropped out of high school in order to pick up a handful of odd jobs and by the time he aged out of the system he’d saved up enough money to leave jersey and shove the little bit of shit he owned into a one bedroom apartment in the bronx with two other guys he’d found on craigslist. it was never ideal, but it was the only place he’d ever felt he could call his own.

from bussing in shabby live music bars to over night shifts at the bodega and early morning opening hours at the public library, romeo kept himself busy. but no matter how many hours he worked or how tired he got, it didn’t keep him from falling into the wrong crowd. it started out as just a bit of fun, just a way to get out of his own head in the few hours of free time he managed to carve out in a week, the alcohol and the drugs were just a way to pass the time, a way to make his shitty, boring life a little less shitty.

but then it got worse. then instead of saving money he was spending it all on whatever he could afford. instead of looking to move out he was struggling to keep up with rent. his days between 19 and 20 passed in a blur, until he was hit with a reality check one night in a friend’s basement unit, so high he still doesn’t really remember what happened. but he remembers the shaking body on the floor and the cold fear in his belly and the hand on his arm pulling him away and telling him they have to go. they don’t tell anyone, and they don’t talk about. still, romeo doesn’t know who found the body or how long it took for it all to be over.

it’s not enough of a reality check to pull him out of the dark though, and his head really only surfaces enough to get his act together long enough to get the fuck out of his shoebox apartment and away from his annoying ass roommates. he packs up, fits all his things in a backpack and duffle bag and leaves the rest, and gets on a plane across the country.

— part ii.

he wasn’t expecting much from LA, just a change of pace and better weather mostly, but he manages to strike gold when a stranger approaches him while he’s bartending and asks him if he’s a model. romeo tells him no and then the guys asks him if he’s an actor. and when romeo says no to that he asks what the hell he’s doing in LA, and if he wants to give any of it a try. romeo isn’t exactly keen, but he asks the guy how much he’s paying, and that’s the only convincing he needs.

acting comes easy. it’s natural to him, finally letting out all those emotions he’s been choking on for years. and his face doesn’t hurt either. he shoots his first indie film when he’s 21, and walks his first red carpet ten months later. to say he catapulted into fame would be an understatement. he blinked and he had management agencies practically kicking his door down, had gained hundreds of thousands of followers in mere weeks, and was signed onto his first major hollywood film before he’d even bought a couch for his apartment.

it was like whiplash, the way he tossed into the grasp of hollywood. but fuck, was it fun. and confusing, suddenly having fans and people that loved him and supported him. he had the face and the talent, but he didn’t have a celebrity personality. he stayed away from interviews and side projects and award shows (as much as he could at least), but he found it hard to stay away from the after parties and the one night stands and drugs. god, the drugs were good.

fast forward to 22 and he’s made his first handful of friends, and has officially been associated with the met cartel. which brings us to today, or a few months ago. when he was fired off the set of his most recent film and his largest project to date for drug related issues. it’s his first huge scandal, and his second wake up call. this time though, he’s got a management team to clean it up & they shove him into rehab in an attempt to clean up both his image and his act.

as of today, he is 0 days clean, but that’s no ones business but his own. he was released from his rehab program three weeks ago, and has since been trying to get find his footing again to no avail. he doesn’t really know what else there is for him to do outside of partying and sleeping with anything that has a pulse, especially now that he isn’t working 70 hours a week. but he’s figuring it out. kind of. not really. but again, that’s no one’s business but his own.

— part iii.

personality wise, he’s a bit of an asshole. but it’s all just surface, typical defensive behavior. he doesn’t know how to be close to people or how have real feelings in a place that isn’t a movie set. which is why the drugs are his choice of hobby. he doesn’t know he’s supposed to be when he’s sober or how he’s supposed to move throughout the world.

but beneath all that, if you manage to get past the exterior, romeo is a sensitive being. real Sad Boy hours. he takes a lot of things to heart (though he’ll never admit it) and he’s terrified of being alone or abandoned, which gets complicated. he likes to spend most of his time with people to avoid being lonely, but he doesn’t like to get very close to them in order to avoid being abandoned. so, that causes issues.

outside of acting he’s into music and art. he spent a lot of time working in live music bars and went through a big emo phase when was a teen so he’s really into rock / screamo / punk / etc. and working in a library he read a lot and has an interest in history, particularly art history, and poetry. very artsy, very into the idea of artistic expression as a therapeutic practice mostly bc that’s what acting is for him. it’s the only way he can allow himself to feel entirely and unapologetically, which is why he’s so damn good at it.

and uhhh this is sooo long so i’ll stop here but alsjkdfh yeah give me all the plots okay like co-stars, EXES, hook ups, bad influences!!, good influences, flirtationships, enemies, all of it. i’ll probably make an in depth list soon buuut this is hm for now!!! if you read this whole thing you are the mvp mwah.

#met:intro #╰ ⊰ 𝒔 𝒊 𝒙 . ⊶ ooc. ⊱#i did NOT mean to write a novel oops #also i didn't proof read i am so sorry kdsjhfakjdhf #i know it's a mess

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Chapter Thirty-Eight:

The One With the Worst Thirteenth Birthday

Violet paced frantically around the deluxe cell as Klaus sat down miserably on the small wooden bench crying silently to himself.

“Klaus…?” she asked softly.

“It’s over,” he replied in a state of panic. “He won,”

Violet didn’t reply. She simply sighed.

“Vi?”

“Yeah, Klaus.”

“Do you think burning to death will be quick?” he asked morbidly.

Violet gulped not truly wanting to know the answer to that seeing that her father and birth mother had died in fires. “Why would you ask a silly thing like that...you’re not going to burn to death.” she tried to reassure him.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re probably right. He’ll kill me in a different way… do you think he’ll be quick?” he asked. Violet placed her hands on her hips to indicate she wasn’t going to answer that. “I think I can deal with it if its quick. Hell if he lets me say goodbye to you, the Quagmires, and sunny. I can deal with a slow death.”

“Klaus…”

Violet could see her brother was starting to cry again. “I’m sorry,” he said finally after staring at her for a rather long time. Slightly opening his mouth to say something before deciding that it wasn’t worth it to even bother. He did this three times before he was finally able to say it. “You’re in this situation because of me…”

“Klaus...stop,” Violet replied. “You can’t blame yourself.”

“Well, you’re in this situation because of Sunny and myself. But I don't feel like it’s really fair to blame Sunny seeing that she’s a toddler.” He explained meekly.

“Well it’s not right to blame you when it's Olaf’s fault,” Violet argued. “He killed my father not you,”

“Your father was murdered because he was the only adult who cared about Sunny and me,”

“That’s because he was a good man,” Violet replied.

“I know,”

Violet looked to her younger brother confused. “What do you…”

“He’s raised a truly fantastic daughter,” Klaus explained. “You’re just like him...and our mother. You’re the only person who cares about Sunny and I and Olaf’s punishing you for that,”

“This is bigger than just you and Sunny. My father, your father, our mother,” Violet said pulling out her father’s wallet that she was happy that she didn’t put back into her backpack. She pulled out the picture that had her confused, she handed it to Klaus. “They were all a part of something big...so was Olaf and Esme,” she pointed to them in the picture. “It’s connected to my uncle Jacques and even the Quagmires. Whatever VFD truly is...it’s bigger than us,”

Klaus stared at the picture with utter confusion. He pulled out the pictures that he held in his pocket that he had recovered at Aunt Josephine’s. “Do you think VFD can help us?”

“Doubtful,” Violet replied. “I bet they’re responsible for Olaf and Esme becoming the vicious assholes they are today,”

“But our parents weren’t like that. I doubt your uncle was either,”

Violet shrugged her shoulders. “We have to figure out the actual mystery revolving around the real VFD and our parents and maybe put a stop to them,”

“Or join them?” Klaus suggested meekly.

“You will not join them,” violet explained.

“Why not? Our parents were with them…”

“You will not join VFD,” Violet reiterated. “Neither will Sunny,”

Klaus glanced over to Violet noticing a shift in her tone. He noticed that she was looking at the wall lost in thought.

“Violet?”

“Hmmm?”

“You’re thinking something?”

“Perhaps,” Violet replied shrugging her shoulders.

“Care to share?”

She sighed. Raising her hand to rub the back of her head nervously. “I don’t think you’re going to like what I have to say,” she admitted.

Klaus looked at her suspiciously. “What does that mean?”

She turned away from him walking towards the front of the small jail cell. Placing her hands on one of the steel bars that took away her freedom. She refused to look at him as tears were slowly falling from her eyes as she debated her next move.

“Violet?” he called out when she didn’t respond to him. She sighed.

She kept her gaze away from him. “You remember when I said...no when I promised you I would keep you and Sunny safe?” she asked, her voice low and full of tears.

Klaus cocked his head to the side not entirely understanding what she was going with this conversation. “Y-yeah?” he replied nervously when he realized she wasn’t turning to face him. “W-why?”

Violet sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping with her movement. “...I intend on keeping that promise,” she muttered before she gripped the bars of her jail cell tightly. “ Olaf!” she yelled loudly shaking at the bars. “ Olaf!” she yelled again only giving the man five seconds to respond.

Klaus looked at her alarmed. “What are you doing?” Klaus asked worriedly.

Violet continued crying, not turning to look at him. “I’m keeping my promise,” she muttered. “ Detective Dupin!” she called out desperately, her tone practically begging.

Klaus’ eyes went wide when he finally put two and two together. “Violet! No, you will not! ” he yelled rushing to her trying to put his hand over her mouth. “Please...stop...we can figure this out together. ”

She pushed him away as harshly as she could but he continued to fight her. “I’ve already figured this out,” she explained in a normal tone. “ Olaf!” she called out again. Klaus tried to muffle her yells with his hand but she fought hard. He may have been taller than Violet but she definitely had more fight in her.

Olaf soon appeared looking a mixture of annoyed but excited. He smirked towards Violet. “It was so lovely to hear you beg,” he commented slyly causing Violet to shudder. Klaus glared at the villain as he walked closer to the jail cell. Violet continued staring at the ground. He reached the jail cell, reached in and gripped the young girl’s chin. Klaus tried to swat the man’s hand away from Violet but Olaf used his free hand to keep Klaus at bay. He pushed Violet’s chin upward so that she was looking up at him with her tear-stained eyes. “You called for me, Miss Snicket?”

“No, she didn’t!” Klaus argued as Violet closed her eyes, not shifting her gaze. She slowly nodded her head.

“Well out with it then,” he replied. “What do you want?”

‘To make a deal,” she choked. Trying her best not to shudder at her own words.

“A deal?” Olaf repeated looking utterly confused.

“ No!” Klaus yelled. “ No deals with the likes of him!”

“Now, now,” Olaf replied to the young boy. “Let the young lady speak for herself,”

“She’s obviously not in the right state of mind…” Klaus began.

“Silence!” Olaf shouted at him. “I wanna hear what Miss Snicket has to say,” He pushed Klaus back as hard as he could causing the boy to lose his balance and fall back on his ass. Violet tried to turn her head to make sure Klaus was okay but Olaf held her in place. She took a deep breath as she gazed up at him. “Well…? Didn’t that word-loving father of yours teach you how to talk?”

Violet’s face shifted slightly at the mention of her father. “Don’t talk about him,” she warned.

He sighed. “I really don’t have time to listen to pointless threats. I have a burning to organize,”

“About that…” Violet replied nervously. “What if you didn’t have to burn anyone?”

“But I want to burn some of you brats,”

“But you don’t have to,” Violet argued meekly. “Think about it…” she took a deep breath. “Y-you...you ha-h-ha-have me,” she stuttered, shuddering at the mere thought. “You don’t need Klaus or Sunny...you can let them go. And who cares about those sapphires. You didn’t even know about the sapphires until a little while ago. You wanted the fortune...I can give you that two whole years before Klaus could.” she reasoned. “You can let Duncan, Isadora, Klaus, and Sunny go...take me. I’ll surrender.”

Olaf’s eyes brightened as he smiled keeping his grip on her chin. “You’ll surrender?” he repeated.

“No!” Klaus yelled angrily.

She slowly nodded. “I will trade myself for all four of them. That’s the deal.”

“You...for four?” Olaf smirked. “I will admit that you are worth two prisoners...but, you see, three is pushing it. You think you’re worth all four?”

She nodded her head. “I don’t know why you hate my father but you do. I’m Lemony Snicket’s only daughter.”

He nodded his head slowly. “You do make a point,” he replied in agreement.

“If you promise to leave Klaus, the Quagmires, and Sunny alone. I will willingly go with you...right now. In four years, I will inherit my money….”

His shiny eyes stared down at her causing her to slightly shake. He seemed to be liking what she was saying. “Honestly, Miss snicket…” Olaf replied after a long, awkward moment of staring at her in silence. “You do drive a hard bargain,”

Violet gave a small smile hoping that she had successfully saved her siblings and friends in exchange for her own freedom. “So we have a deal?” she asked, her heart heavy in her chest.

“Almost...not quite. I just have one point to bring up,” he snarled.

“And that would be?” Violet asked nervously.

His smirk turned into a grin as he began to laugh cruelly in Violet’s face. “It’s a bit too late for striking any deals, my darling,” he replied cruelly causing violet’s face to drop. “I’ve already won.

“ You don’t need to harm them, though!” she pleaded.

He gripped her chin tightly pulling her as close as he can to the metal bars of the jail cell. “What kind of fool do you take me for, Snicket? Why would I lessen my victory by letting the Baudelaires and Quagmires go?”

“ You don’t need them,” she cried.

“Exactly why Klaus will be burning,”

“But if you burn us both at the stake,” Violet explains quickly. “You won’t get shit dumbass,”

“Vi, it’s detective dumbass, remember?” he joked as he sat miserably on the bench. He was happy that Olaf wasn’t going to agree to Violet’s insane deal.

Olaf growled and then sighed as he watched Violet laugh. “Laugh it up, orphans,” Olaf replied gripping Violet’s chin tighter. “Soon the little Baudelaire will be burning at the stake and little Miss Snicket will be in my clutches just like the precious Quaggies and Sunny.”

Violet and Klaus glared towards him. “The village would notice if I’m the only one burning, Detective Dipshit,”

“Well then I’ll just have to take a page from your book and have one of the twins stand in for Violet,” Olaf explained. “Seeing as I only need one of them,”

“They’re triplets!” Violet yelled pulling away from the man’s grip.

“No. I am pretty sure there are only two of them. The pretty one who writes poetry and the annoying one who acts tough but cries all the time,”

The two older half-siblings merely glared at the man.

“Don’t worry your little head Violet,” Olaf began. “You’ll be in my clutches very soon, you bratty orphans are too stupid to realize it, but I am one step ahead of you this time.” He smiled at the two children. “You see, if I didn’t need Violet for the Snicket fortune, I’d give you two the opportunity to choose which of you would be stuck with me for the rest of their puny, short lives. But I don’t want to miss the opportunity to be cruel,” he said smiling to indicated that he really wanted to be as cruel as possible. “So, I’ll let you two decide which Quagmire will burn at the stake alongside Klaus.”

The two children listened to the wheezy giggle of their enemy as he walked back down the hallway in his plastic shoes. They felt a sinking feeling in their stomachs. The two children huddled together in the dim light and listened to the laughter echo against the walls of the uptown jail and wondered what in the world they were going to do to escape.

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Jacquelyn paced back and forth as she listened to her boss’ inane ramblings. “Yes. Yes. yes.” she hangs up the phone just as Larry entered the banker’s office.

“Do you smell smoke?” Jacquelyn asked curiously. “Snicket hasn’t called me,”

“There’s hickory in the dumplings,” Larry explained gesturing to the bag of food that he brought with him.

“Not literally,” Jacquelyn replied rolling her eyes. “Figuratively,”

“I always smell smoke figuratively,”

“I heard from Mr. Poe,”

“Sorry, but you do work for him,”

“That’s what’s strange. Poe left to see if rumors of Olaf’s capture were real,” Jacquelyn explained. “He just called saying he was going to be in the village later than anticipated. But Snicket hasn’t called at all,”

“I don’t follow,”

“If Olaf had been captured. It would have been Jacques who captured him. Wouldn’t he call and let us know?”

“Maybe he hasn’t had the chance,” Larry reasoned. “He could be searching for the kidnapped children or his niece,”

“My gut is telling me something’s wrong,”

“Well, there’s nothing about it in any of the papers. Not even the Daily Punctilio,” Larry commented but just as he said it. The paperboy threw a newspaper towards the two volunteers. It landed at their feet. Both stared at the headline in utter disbelief.

“Count Olaf is dead!” Larry read aloud smiling gleefully. Jacquelyn stared at the paper unable to speak.

“Our troubles are over!” she cheered. This made her plans to leave VFD a bit easier. As she stood back up, she flipped the paper around.

“Count Olaf isn’t dead….” she said as she felt her heart shattered when she realized that Olaf had defeated yet another Snicket. “Jacques Snicket is…”

Larry gulped as he glanced at Jacquelyn. Who looked about ready to murder. “Our troubles have only just begun,” he said as Jacquelyn finished skimming through the paper.

“I’ll get the motorcycle,” she said as she walked out of the office hurriedly.

��I’ll get the sidecar,” Larry said as he followed her.

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Mr. Poe read aloud the front page story about the two children and their murder of count Olaf. Klaus and Violet merely glared at the incompetent banker as he coughed and read.

He handed the children the paper once he was done reading it. “Oh, Klaus, I’m so sorry. I should have seen this coming. Children with your troubled background often wind up in jail.” Mr.Poe stated. “I blame myself,”

“Mr. Poe, we're innocent.” Klaus reasoned. “They’re going to burn us for a murder Olaf committed.”

“Oh, Klaus, listen to yourself,” Mr. Poe argued. “You blame positively everything on this Count Olaf, and now you claim he’s responsible for his own murder. I find that somewhat difficult to swallow.”

“We’re innocent,” Violet pleaded. “Why don’t you believe us?”

The banker looked at Violet crossly. “Well, for starters I have been doing my research on who you claim your father to be and if I’m being quite frank. From what I’ve learned about your father,” he glanced around the jail cell as he interrupted himself with a fit of coughing. “You are following in his footsteps. But what do you expect from a kid who is raised by a lawless man.”

“My father…” Violet cried. “Was a good man,”

“That’s not what The Daily Punctilio said about him,” Mr. Poe argued. “They said…”

Klaus rushed up to the bars of the jail cell with a look of murder in his eyes. “Violet’s father was more than a good man!” He yelled. “He was there for me and Sunny when we need someone most after the tragic death of our beloved parents!” He yelled at Poe, stopping to look at a crying Violet. “He was like an honorary second father to Sunny and me and you can tell he was a good man because he raised Violet so well, on his own despite being on the run from the law.” he turns his attention back to Poe, glaring at the man. “So you’re right when you said Violet is following in her father’s footsteps because not only is she an amazing human being.” he turns to her. “She’s the best big sister any kid can ask for. She’s a hero and every day she’s making both of her parents proud.”

Violet gave a small smile as Poe stared blankly back at Klaus. “Honestly, I can see that you finally snapped. You always did have anger issues,” Poe said to Klaus ignoring the boy’s defense of his older sister.

Klaus growled. “Can’t I use my parents’ fortune to bail us out of jail?” he asked desperately.

“Or use my inheritance to hire a lawyer?” Violet asked.

“Oh, no, no,” Mr. Poe replied quickly. “The Baudelaire and Snicket fortunes are off-limits until you two come of age, which seems rather unlikely now.” Mr. Poe explained. “It certainly can’t be used for criminal matters. No. No. No. You two will have to take responsibility for your own actions.” He shook his head disappointedly at Violet and Klaus. “Especially you, Klaus.”

“So, you’re not going to help us?”

“Why the fuck are you even here?” Klaus asked angrily.

“Oh,” Mr. Poe replied, giving the kids a small chuckle. “I’m here to say goodbye,”

Violet and Klaus turned to one another in disbelief. Violet scoffed as Klaus rolled his eyes.

“Goodbye,” he said not even offering the two innocent children a smile. Klaus started crying again as Violet began to pace around the jail cell again.

Mr. Poe climbed the stairs to the office where Olaf sat. Poe coughed for several moments causing Olaf to growl under his breath at the mere annoyance that Poe was causing him. “I appreciate you allowing me a moment with my clients,”

Detective Dupin simply nodded barely paying the banker any attention. “It’s simply dreadful. Olaf was terrible, but it is hard to believe he’s dead.”

Dupin smirked. “Well believe it, Daddy Poe. He’s as cold as a snowman that’s laughing about being impaled,

“There you are, darling,” Esme called out until she saw Poe standing in the same room as Olaf. “I mean, Police Chief?”

Olaf rolled his eyes. “ You’re the police chief,” he replied back through gritted teeth.

“Deputy?” she guessed.

“Detective,” he corrected annoyed.

“Sure. That works. Anyway, I found this reporter loitering outside. She says she wants to do an interview.”

Before Esme could finish explaining what was going on, Mrs. Poe pushed passed her. “Eleanora Poe, editor in chief for The Daily Punctilio,”

“What are you doing here?” Mr. Poe asked his wife.

“I’m here on business,”

“I wish I would’ve known. We could have carpooled,”

“It’s a tragically long drive,”

“And a tragic occasion,”

“It’s the story of the century!” she squealed. “Innocent orphans Now Vicious Murderers. This story has everything. Adventure. Crime. Moral quandary. Will the world rejoice that vicious criminals have been caught or breathe a sigh of relief that a repugnant villain is dead at last!?”

“Wait...repugnant?” Olaf asked insulted.

“It means horrendous and disgusting,” Mrs. Poe explained to the Detective.

Olaf grumbled in response. “Man, I heard that cat was out-of-sight handsome,”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say handsome. He had an extraordinarily ungroomed eyebrow,” Poe began.

“No. No! Zonk it on the record, scribbler dame. He was pretty as a shined-up platter of silver nickels in the mouth of a golden calf.”

“You have quite a way with words, Detective.” Mrs. Poe remarked.

“Oh, you should hear him scat,” Esme said smirking towards Olaf.

“Let Me just deliver these digestibles to the troublemaking troublemakers, then I will zip up here and scoop you up a lengthy menu,” he said as he lifted up a tray with bread and water. “Can you dig it?” he asked as he walked by the Poes.

“I’m not quite following,” Mrs. Poe explained.

“He give you interview after he give the murderers bread and water.” Esme explained.

“Oh,” the Poes exclaimed together.

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Entertaining a notion, like entertaining a baby cousin or entertaining a pack of hyenas, is a dangerous thing to refuse to do. If you refuse to entertain a baby cousin, the baby cousin may get bored and entertain itself by wandering off and falling into a well, getting hit by a car, or getting kidnapped into a secret organization. If you refuse to entertain a pack of hyenas by doing the hula, for example, they may become restless and entertain themselves by devouring you anyway. But if you refuse to entertain a notion, which is just a fancy way of saying you refuse to think about a certain idea, you have to be much braver than someone who is merely facing some bloodthirsty animals, or some parents who are upset to find their little darling gone forever, because nobody knows what an idea will do when it goes off to entertain itself, particularly if the idea comes from a sinister villain.

“I don’t care what that horrible fucker says,” Violet said shuddering. “We’re not going to choose which Quagmire is going to burn and which one is going to be stuck in his clutches. I absolutely refuse to entertain the notion,”

“What are we going to do?” Klaus asked. “No one is going to help us,”

“We’re going to escape,”

“How? We’re in jail,”

“I know it’s a jail cell, but there must be some way out.” Violet pulled out her ribbon from her pocket and tied up her hair, her fingers shaking as she did so. The eldest orphan had spoken confidently, but she did not feel as confident as she was trying to sound. A cell is built for the specific purpose of keeping people inside, and she was not sure she could make an invention that could get her and Klaus out of the uptown jail. But once her hair was out of her eyes, her inventing brain began to work at full force, and Violet took a good look around the cell for ideas. First, she looked at the door of the cell, examining every inch of it.

“Do you think you can make a lockpick?” Klaus asked desperately.

“Doubtful. I’ve made lockpicks before but this door’s locks are on the outside, so a lockpick would be of no use since I am on the inside,” she explained as she closed her eyes for a moment in thought and then looked up at the tiny barred window. Klaus followed her gaze hoping that Violet had figured something out.

“Maybe you can sit on my shoulders and call out for help,” Klaus suggested.

“Thanks to Detective Dumbass, every citizen of VFD thinks that we’re murderers. No one is going to rescue two accused murderers,” Violet reminded Klaus. She sighed and closed her eyes and thought again, and then knelt down to get a closer look at the wooden bench.

“Rats,” Violet muttered.

Klaus screamed like a little girl and jumped on to the wooden bench. “Where?!” he cried.

Violet couldn’t help but snicker at her brother’s reaction. “No, I don’t mean there are rats in the cell,” she explained, glancing around hoping that she was speaking the truth. “I was seeing if this bench would be made of wooden boards held together with screws or nails. Screws and nails are always handy for inventions. And it is...but then I remembered the fucker took my backpack which had my tools,”

Violet sat down on the bench and sighed. “I don’t know what I can do,” she admitted.

Klaus at Violet nervously. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,”

“Maybe you’ll think of something,” Violet replied angrily, looking at her brother. “There must be something you’ve read that can help us. Why do I have to do everything?”

Klaus sighed and closed his eyes in thought. “If you tilted the bench,” he said after a pause. “It would become a ramp. The ancient Egyptians used ramps to build pyramids.”

“But we’re not building a fucking pyramid!” Violet yelled in exasperation. “We’re trying to escape from jail!”

“I’m just trying to be helpful!” Klaus cried defensively. “If it weren’t for you and your stupid fucking hair ribbons, we wouldn't’ have been arrested in the first place!”

“You aren’t helpful at all! Get that through your thick skull!” She snapped in reply. “If it weren’t for you and your inability to fight back, we wouldn’t be in this jail!”

“That’s not fair!” Klaus cried.

“Nothing is!” Violet screamed back. “My father died because of….” she began but when she saw Klaus’ face she stopped. She sighed. “Olaf…he died because of Olaf,” she said calmly.

“That’s not what you were going to say,” Klaus whined. “Just say it, vi,”

“No,”

“He’s dead because of Sunny and me,”

“No, no he’s not,”

“Yes, he is,” Klaus argued.

“Klaus, forget what I said about you not fighting back…and my father’s death,” Violet replied. “I have no right to blame you,”

“Forget what I said about your hair ribbons,” Klaus replied. “This...this isn’t your fault,”

Violet sighed and moved over on the bench to make room for her younger brother. “Come and sit down,” she said gloomily. ‘I’m sorry I yelled at you, Klaus. Of course, it’s not your fault that we’re here,”

“It’s not yours, either,” Klaus said. “I’m just frustrated. Only a few hours ago we thought we’d be able to find the Quagmires and save Jacques.”

“But we were too late to save Uncle Jacques,” Violet whine, shuddering. “I failed my father,”

“No, you haven’t,” Klaus reiterated.

“ There’s joy in my eyes, orphans! ” Olaf cheered as he walked to them carrying the tray of water and bread. The two siblings jumped in surprise. “ Can you see it?”

“You’re wearing sunglasses, dumbass,” Klaus replied bitterly.

“ Detective dumbass,” Violet corrected.

“You right,” Klaus replied.

Olaf rolled his eyes as he took off his sunglasses. “How about now? Do I look like a man who’s about to become very rich?”

“You won’t become rich,” Klaus argued. “Your scheme will fail like they always fail.”

“ Not this time,” Olaf hissed. He fixated his glare on Violet. “Cause you see, a scheme is like a fire. Everything must be in order for it to work. You need matches, torches, an angry mob that won’t listen to reason, and the right sort of kindling, Orphans, for instance. Little bookworm-ish orphans to be more specific, tied to the wooden stake.”

Violet glared daggers at the man as he smiled. “Now, Violet. I’ve been thinking about your little proposal. And I bet deep down you know that it wouldn’t really be all that terrible to live with me for the rest of your life? You’re such a...lovely little girl….I wouldn’t dispose of you like the Quagmire twin and the bucktooth baby once you’re eighteen,”

She shuddered. “I’d rather die,” she hisses. “If they don’t get to go free, I will not go voluntarily. I will put up every ounce of a fight I can muster.”

“Suit yourself,” Olaf replied shrugging his shoulders. “But alas, you will not be dying today, my sweet. Klaus will.” he gave the young boy a wicked smile. “Now for Klaus, your last meal,” he said tauntingly. “The chef has prepared some very stale bread and a cup of water served with what my Aunt Evelyn liked to call ‘ a handful of dust’.” he tried to slide the tray through the small hole in the jailhouse door.

“How does that?” he began.

“If you take them off the tray…” Klaus tried to explain.

“What?”

“If you take the bread and water off the try…” Klaus tried.

“You can slide them,” Violet tried to explain.

“Like this?” Olaf said trying to push the tray through the small hole.

“No, you’re not listening,” Klaus replied rolling his eyes. “It’s not,”

“How about this?” Olaf asked as he tossed the bread in at them. The bread fell to the ground with a loud thud! And he slammed the cup of water down.

He leaned in closely to the cell. “I’m going to enjoy watching you burn, bookworm. Enjoy your final hours, soon, you are going to know exactly how your parents felt when they died. I hear burning alive is not a pleasant feeling,” he laughed as he gestured to the bread and water. “Your last meal, Klaus, all alone in the deluxe cell of a jail. There’s nobody to save you. There’s nobody to comfort you. No one will even stop by,”

“Is it visiting hours?” Hector asked interrupting Olaf.

“Who are you?” Olaf asked in his regular voice. “Oh, you’re that guy that faints all the time.”

“It’s not something I can control,” Hector explained. “I’ve tried all kinds of herbs. The police chief said I can come in and visit the children,”

“If you faint at the sight of a birdie hat, I’m not sure I should leave you with two murderers,”

“You could stay with me if you want. Should I tell the reporter you’re unavailable?”

“No, no I’ll be right back,” Olaf explained.

“You sound different,” Hector pointed out.

Olaf began to scat irritably. “Are you happy now?” he asked as he walked away from the kids and Hector.

Violet and Klaus didn’t know how to feel when they saw Hector. Both children softly glared at him.

“I had to see you on my way out of town,”

“You’re leaving?” Violet asked angrily.

“The hot air mobile home is almost packed and the best time to launch is cocktail hour,” Hector explained. “If you escape by then, you could float away with me,”

“That would take deus ex machina,” Klaus argued.

“What’s that?” Hector asked.

“It’s a Latin term meaning god from the machine. Like something helpful happening when you least expect.” Klaus info dumped happily.

“That’s not going to happen,” Violet explained to him harshly. She turned to Hector. “I can’t believe you! I fixed your fucking machine just for you to abandon my siblings and friends,”

“If you two escape and find the others by cocktail hour, you are more than welcome to join me,’

“We’re in a deluxe cell with bread and water, about to be burned at the stake for a crime we didn’t commit.”

“I know you both are innocent,”

“Then why don’t you go to the fucking Council of Elders and prove our innocence,”

“I already tried to help you the best I could,”

“Bullshit,” Violet countered.

“The Council of Elders overpowered us, just as they overpowered my poor old ma.”

“You never told us what happened to her,” Klaus mentioned.

Hector sighed. “She wore white after Yom Kippur. The council caught and punished her.”

“Oh my. Did they burn her at the stake?” Violet asked.

“No, she was forced to pay a hefty fine,”

“A fine?” Klaus repeated annoyed.

“Yes. Then she moved to the city and opened up a successful art gallery. Now it is time to do something difficult,”

“Break out of this jail, I hope,” Violet suggested.

“No,” Hector replied. “Say goodbye.”

Violet and Klaus looked to the handyman in disbelief.

“Goodbye?”

“You’ve been dear friends, and I’ve enjoyed our time together, even if that time was spent mostly doing other people’s chores. Which reminds me, I found this when I was sweeping the feathers under Nevermore Tree the morning,’ he said handing Violet the third couplet. “And this one near Fowl Fountain after you were accused,” he said handing Klaus the fourth couplet. “I hope to see you soon, children. Goodbye,”

And with that, the handyman turned his back on the two children and walked out of the jailhouse.

“ The first thing you read contains a clue. An initial way to speak to you,” Violet recited.

“ Inside these letters, the eye will see. Nearby are your friends, baby sister, and the VFD.” Klaus recited.

“It’s two more couplets from Isadora,” Violet explained as Klaus grabbed the one that Violet held. “A crow must have dropped it by the Nevermore Tree.”

“ This is all wrong! ” Klaus shouted as he kicked the overly stale bread. “We were supposed to free Jacques and find Sunny and the Quagmires. Now, we’re in jail. Jacques is dead. And we’ll never save our friends or baby sister.”

“We can if we break out,” Violet countered. “There must be something I can use for an invention. Think of something useful you’ve read,”

Klaus shook his head. “It’s like I told Hector,” he argued. “We need a deus ex machina,”

Violet sighed. “But how?”

“I don’t know how?” Klaus replied staring at the stale bread. “All I know is we need to rescue two triplets and our baby sister from the clutches of an unhinged madman and solve the sinister mystery surrounding us. But we’re also trapped within the badman’s clutches and in a few hours I am going to be burned at the stake for a murder I didn’t commit while who knows what will be happening to you. So honestly, it would be a wonderful time for something helpful to arrive unexpectedly. Klaus continued to focus his gaze on the bread.

Violet followed his gaze. “Do you think the bread is edible?” she asked. “Our brains need food and water to work properly.”

Klaus shook his head slightly. Violet walked over to pick up the stale bread but as she faced Klaus, she could see his eyes were filling up with tears.

“What’s wrong?” Violet asked as her brother’s eyes followed the bread. But even if he continued to stare at the bread, he noticed Mr. Poe’s copy of The Daily Punctilio scanning the newspaper for the date. Once his eyes had found what he was looking for, he dropped the newspaper ever so slowly. His eyes filling more and more with hot tears.

“I just remembered,” he said, in his quietest, saddest voice. “It’s my birthday. I’m thirteen today,” he whimpered to his older sister as he fell to the ground and began to sob once more.

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5 Years

I don’t own any of the character or any aspects of the show “the 100″

Disclaimers: Discusses adult themes, adult language, mentions death

Murphy x Reader

120098 words (Slow burn?)

I’m really new to writing and posting my work so feel free to correct me on things!

Taking off in the middle of the night was the last thing you had planned. Leaving behind your family, friends, best friend and her brother. In hindsight you should have seen it coming, things are tense with your parents, but when have they ever not been. They want you to go to medical school or law school or some other prestigious school, but that was never your plan. Of course, this started tons of fights with your parents leading up to your senior year. Senior year was a living hell, constant fights, you and your parents resented each other by the time you turned 18 in August. In the months leading up to your birthday you didn’t really have a plan, you just knew one way or another you would get out of going to their choice of school. To relieve some stress, you applied to their choice of schools, even accepted a few offers to keep them happy but that was short lived. They started to pressure you to do better in school, lowering your curfew from midnight to 10PM on school nights, and they even stopped you from hanging out at your best friends’ house most of the time, claiming you needed to study. Finally, the day after your 18th birthday, one week before you were supposed to leave for Arkadia Law, you packed all your stuff into your car in the middle of the night, wrote a letter to Harper, your best friend, stopped at a bank to clear out your account before leaving the city and took off.

You stopped at Harper’s house hoping nobody, ahem Murphy, her older brother, wasn’t awake to catch you. Unfortunately, Murphy was very much awake and sitting outside smoking a cigarette when you pulled up. You pulled in front of the tree in their front yard to try to hide your car, that way Murphy wouldn’t question why you were leaving with all your stuff in the middle of the night. The last thing you wanted right now was the guy you’ve had a crush on for the last 8 years to try to talk you out of leaving, because he could probably do it and then you’d never get out of this hell hole of a city. You didn’t think he would ask you to stay, at least not for him, probably for Harper but you knew he had no interest in you what so ever. He teased you and flirted with you all the time but nothing serious, he was just trying to get under your skin, which he was really good at.

You put your car in park and sat for a minute trying to come up with a lie to tell him so he wouldn’t ask questions, not that you were assuming he would. He probably doesn’t care about you either way, but you had to cover all bases just in case. But you didn’t have much time to think before you seen Murphy get up and start walking towards your car. No, no, no you thought. He can’t see my care full of stuff. Your heart started to race as you quickly got out of the car and started to speed walk up the drive way. “Long time no see princess,” Murphy smirked. “Uh, yea,” you let out a breathy laugh. “What brings you out here at this time of time,” Murphy continued to smirk as he came closer, “Came to visit me in the middle of the night, huh? Be careful or I might get the wrong idea.” Your heart raced as your thoughts were all over the place still trying to come up with a lie. As if on reflex, you shoved the envelope with “Harper” written on the front of it out to him. He raised an eyebrow but took it reading the name out loud. “Sorry, you got the wrong sibling.” Finally, regaining your composure, you rolled your eyes, “Can you give this to Harper.” He pursed his lips, “Why don’t you just give it to her tomorrow?” You paused, “Uh, my parents have me on house arrest basically until I leave.” He stared at you as if trying to detect a lie. “Sure,” was all he said before turning back to his house. You let out a sigh of relief seeing as he seemed to have bought it. “See ya, John,” his name felt like acid on your tongue, knowing it was the last time you’d see him probably ever. After you got in your car you pulled away from the curb and started sobbing. You knew it would be hard to leave Harper and Murphy, but you didn’t expect to actually feel your heart break as you left the city.

You knew you should have told Harper in person, gave her a proper goodbye but you knew she wouldn’t understand. She never understood why you didn’t want to go into the medical field or be a lawyer or any other hotshot. She always reluctantly supported your decision but never really got it. Surprisingly Murphy was the one that understood, after a few too many late drunk nights you and Murphy actually knew quite a bit about each other. He supported your decision to tell your parents to piss off and do what makes you happy. He knew how bad it could get at your house and always let you in even if Harper wasn’t home. He would sit in silence while you sobbed, eating ice cream or watching horror movies on Netflix. You were the one that helped put Murphy back together after their dad died in a car accident while on his way to pick Murphy up from a birthday he didn’t want to be at when he was 10. His mother blamed him, saying things like, “If you had just stayed at that party your father would still be alive.” You held him on the anniversary every year after he had too much to drink and sobbed into your chest until he fell asleep. Neither of you talked about these moments when they were over though, it was a mutual understanding that those moments stay there. Of course, eventually you had started to fall for him, you seen parts of Murphy that even Harper hadn’t seen. Plus, it always made you a little giddy that you were the only person allowed to call him by his first name. He always smiled just a little when you called him John, but your sure its nothing. He just appreciates that your there but that doesn’t mean he likes you. You are and will always be his little sisters annoying best friend. That thought made it easier to leave the city and not look back.

Murphy’s POV

I sat outside having a cigarette when a familiar car pulled up. My heart sped up a little when the engine was cut, totally normal though. I took my phone out of my pocket to check the time, just past 2am, I wondered why she is here so late. Y/N didn’t get out of the car right away which was strange, finally I put my cigarette out and stood up walking towards the car. Y/N’s door opened quickly, and she stepped out and quickly made her way up the driveway. “Long time no see princess,” I could feel myself smirking. I knew I sounded like a dick but its true, Y/N hasn’t been around much since her parents have been on her case about school. “Uh, yea,” she let out a breathy laugh. I was surprised she didn’t have a usual quick response to me, that’s when I noticed she seemed nervous. I started to get a little worried but didn’t show it at all. Instead I went for my usual sarcasm, “Came to visit me in the middle of the night, huh? Be careful or I might get the wrong idea.” Usually me saying something like this would elicit a fiery response but instead she seemed to get more nervous. Finally, she shoved an envelope in my hands, it had my sisters name written on it. I raised an eyebrow as if asking a question, when she didn’t provide an answer, “Sorry, you got the wrong sibling.” Seeing her roll her eyes made my heart feel a little lighter, like maybe I was just delusional thinking something was wrong. “Can you give this to Harper,” it was said like more of a statement than a question. “Why don’t you just give it to her tomorrow?” she looked taken back like she hadn’t expect me to ask that, “Uh, my parents have me on house arrest basically until I leave.” I searched her face looking for any sign of a lie, when I couldn’t find one, I said sure and turned to walk back into my house. I heard her sign in what sounded like relief, and then say, “See ya, John.” In that moment I knew something was up, even though she didn’t show it on her face I knew she was lying about something. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed she couldn’t tell me whatever it was. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, but it wasn’t my place to push her. I’m not her boyfriend, not that I’d ever admit that I totally want that, I’m not her best friend, that spot was taken by Harper, and I don’t even think were friends. She’s just my sisters’ best friend who I trust with my life and my darkest secrets and I think is totally hot, oh and I would definitely worship the earth she walks on. But she would never know that because I’m just the asshole big brother and she could never like scum like me. I eventually fell asleep with the curiosity of what was in that letter lingering in my thoughts and a sinking feeling in my gut that something was wrong.

I woke up feeling like hell, I took a hot shower and then headed downstairs to make myself coffee. When I was half way down the stairs I remembered the letter in my jacket pocket and raced back upstairs to shove it in my pants pocket. I went back downstairs to make a pot of coffee. After pouring myself a cup I sat on one of the stools at our counter, my mind wondered to the conversation I had with Y/N last night for a while before Harper came into the kitchen mumbling something incomprehensible. She dragged me out of my thoughts by sitting beside me and stealing my coffee. I turned to look at her, “Y/N stopped by last night, she dropped this off.” Harper looked at the envelope frowning, “Why did she give it to you?” she asked. I shrugged, “She was here at like 2 in the morning.” Harper frowned harder before grabbing the envelope. “Well open it,” I said with a hint of irritation, I had fantasised about what might be in the letter all morning. Harper ripped it open and started reading, I watched as various emotions passed over her features. Finally, she looked at me with tears in her eyes, “She’s gone, she left.” Panic immediately set in, my lungs were working harder than they should as I snatched the letter from her and started reading.

Harper,

I’m sorry I couldn’t do this in person, but I knew you’d try to make me stay and I can’t. I had to get away from my mom and dad. I can’t live the life my parents want me to. I knew I could only do that by leaving, not telling anyone where I’m going. To be honest, I don’t know where I’m going, I guess I’m going wherever the highway takes me. I’ll come back one day; I don’t know when but one day. I understand if your mad, if the roles were reversed, I’d be pissed. Please understand that I had to though.

I’m going to miss you so much, please keep living your life as if I was right there with you. I want to hear about everything you do and everyone you meet when I come back. I want to hear all about John’s shenanigans too. Believe it or not, I’ll miss him too. I promise I’ll be safe, and I’ll come back. I miss and love you Harps. See you one day soon.

Love, Y/N.

P.s. I left my phone at home so my parents couldn’t track it.

As I finished reading the letter, I could hear Harper sobbing beside me, “How could she? How could she just up and leave?” Harper sobbed harder. I was angry, I knew something was wrong and I didn’t say anything. If I’d known last night would be the last time I’d see her for a long time it would have been so much different. I would have begged her to stay, I would have gotten on my knees and begged her to stay. I would have helped her through whatever it was she was facing. I wasn’t angry at her though, I was angry at me. I should have known something was off, I knew she was hiding something, and I didn’t push her when I should have. I could have stopped this and instead I let her go and I didn’t even say goodbye. I wanted to call her and yell at her to come home but I couldn’t, I couldn’t do a damn thing. Harper went up to her room still crying as I grabbed my keys and got in my car, I had to get out of here.

5 YEARS LATER

Your POV

Driving back to your home town felt surreal. It felt like a new world, it felt both like discovering a new place and being dragged into the past. Seeing the “Welcome to Arkadia” sign made your heart race and your breathing catch. Are you really ready to face your parents? Are you ready to face Harper again? Are you ready to face Murphy again? A lot had changed since then, you’re in school for art, drawing and painting specifically. You got a new phone and car, since you left your old phone and ditched your car after 3 days to hop on a bus. The first year you spent just travelling, hitch hiking, yea you know you promised Harper you’d be safe but that didn’t last long. You took buses and trains wherever they would take me, you’d been coast to coast, and loved every minute of it. About 6 months into your travels you’d even met someone, someone that made your feelings for Murphy fade. Instead of being the boy you were convinced you loved, he was just your best friends’ older brother now. His name was Wells, you met him in Vancouver at a hole in the wall bookstore. As cliché as it is, he ran into you and knocked your books on the floor. He apologized profusely and then asked you out for coffee. After that you kept in contact once you were moving on, another 6 months went by of frequent texting and that’s when you decided to settle in Vancouver. You and Wells had started seeing each other more seriously. He didn’t make your heart race like Murphy did, and he wasn’t snappy at all like Murphy. He was kind and gentle, and he gave you butterflies whenever you were together, plus you knew your parents would adore him, so eventually you stopped comparing him to Murphy. 3 years later, Wells took you on a date to the bookstore where you met, and of course, that’s where he proposed. After saying yes and realizing you were about to start an entire new life you decided it was time to head home and face the people you left behind, and of course invite them to the wedding. It took about a year for you to get the courage to go home but eventually you found the courage. Wells wanted to come but you told him you needed to face the first few days alone, and then he can come to meet everyone.

So that’s how you ended up in a hotel room in Arkadia. You decided to see Harper first, knowing she deserved the most answers. You still had her number, hoping she still had the same number you quickly dialed it before you could chicken out. After 2 rings she picked up, “Hello?” she asked. You sucked in a breath, “It’s so good to hear your voice Harps.” You could hear her stop breathing, “Y/N?” she asked shakily. “Yea, Harps, its me. I’m back in Arkadia if you want to see me,” you said hopefully. There was a pause on the line, “Do you know how fucking mad I am right now? 5 fucking years Y/N! It’s been 5 fucking years!” she yelled. You let her yell knowing this was coming sooner or later. “I can’t believe you think you can just call me after 5 years and ask to hangout, like you didn’t take off in the middle of the fucking night 5 years ago without a trace. Do you know how long John and I tried to find you? 3 years straight, every time we thought we had something it was gone. Do you know what it was like? Because it fucking sucked and I needed my best friend to help me get over my best friend leaving. I cried for months hoping you would walk back in, but you never fucking did!” she sobbed into the phone. “Harper, I know I fucked up. There hasn’t been a day in the last 5 years I didn’t think about you. Not a day went by. I will never have a good enough reason for disappearing like that, but I hope you can forgive me one day. I knew I couldn’t just walk in and everything be back to normal, but I hope you can forgive me one day,” you said, trying not to cry. The line was quiet for a while, your only indication that she hadn’t hung up being the dial tone hadn’t started. “I want you to come over,” she whispered. “Okay,” you whispered back. “I’ll text you my address,” and then the line went dead. You smiled to yourself and then let the tears flow. After a minute a text came through

Unknown number: 300-217 Luna Avenue

Y/N: Be there in 10

Harper: Bring wine

Y/N: Be there in 20

Harper: 😊

Y/N: 😊

You packed a bag assuming you’d be staying the night. After stopping at the liquor store and grabbed a cheap bottle of wine, you made your way to Harpers. Once you reached her apartment you walked up to the buzzer, looking for “Murphy”. When you couldn’t find it you texted Harper.

Y/N: Which apartment is yours? I don’t see Murphy on it

Harper: Buzz Green.

You frowned at the buzzer but buzzed “Green” anyways. The door unlocked and you walked up to the second floor. You walked down the hall until you reached 217. You sucked in a breath before knocking. Harper immediately opened the door an enveloped you into a bear hug. You hugged back with the same amount of enthusiasm. When she pulled away, you looked around and then back at her, “Who’s Green?” Harper’s eyes widened and then she blushed. “Oh, uh. Monty Green. My boyfriend, we live together.” She was beaming as she talked about Monty. You remembered Monty Green now, Harper had a huge crush on him through most of high school but would never talk to him. “Really?” you grinned, giddily. “Yea,” she blushed harder. After a few more minutes of talking about Monty she asked the question I was barely prepared for. “Where the hell have you been?” I sighed, “Do you want the long version or the short version,” she looked at you skeptically. “I didn’t ask you to bring wine so you could avoid questions, I want details.” You nodded before handing her the bottle. You followed her to the kitchen while you started explaining. “The night I left I just drove and drove and drove until I had to pull over to sleep. After a few days I sold my car to some sketchy car dealership and bought a small crap-mobile that would get me places. After I reached Polis I sold that car and hopped on a train with my suitcase and backpack. I traveled from coast to coast, only ever spending a few days at a time.” She interrupted with, “Did you meet anyone of interest?” she wiggled her brows. You enjoyed that, it almost felt like you guys were back in high school gossiping. At her question you raised your left hand to show her your ring. A beautiful rose gold band with diamonds all around it. Her jaw dropped and then she squealed, grabbing your hand to examine it closer. “Tell me all about him,” she nearly yelled. “How did you meet? How did he propose? Where did he propose?” You laughed at Harper not being able to contain her excitement. “Okay, okay,” you took a long sip of wine. “We met after I’d been travelling for 6 months in a little bookstore in Vancouver. He accidentally knocked the books I was holding on the floor and then asked me out for coffee. His name is Wells, he’s a politician’s son. He’s kind, funny, gentle and sweet. He treats me like a queen.” Harper gaped at you, “Okay, no offense, I haven’t met him but unless you’ve changed a lot in the past 5 years he doesn’t seem like your type.” You smiled a little, “I know, I was surprised too.” She grinned suddenly, “Okay what’s the sex like though,” you barked a laugh, “really?” She laughed too, “Yes, really.” After you composed yourself a little, “It’s good,” she sat silently, “That’s it? It’s good? If you can only say its good he’s definitely not fucking you right,” you gaped at her, “Harper!” she laughed, “You know I’m right,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “Look it has room for improvement, but he’s good at it,” it was Harper’s turn to role her eyes, “He’s gentle, kind and sweet,” she put quotations around the descriptive words. “He should be mind blowing, sweet is fine sometimes but if he doesn’t have you screaming once in a while he’s not the one,” you smirked, “So, is Monty the one?” She immediately closed her mouth and blushed a brilliant scarlet. “I’ll take that as a yes,” and then you chugged your glass of wine.

You spent the rest of the night talking about your time away and what happened to Harper while you were gone. You learned her mom passed away 2 years ago, she had made friends with some of Monty’s friends, Jasper and Raven. Her and Monty had been together for 4 years and living together for 2 of them. After the bottle was almost gone, you finally had the courage to ask her about the one person you’d both been avoiding. “How’s John?” Harper stopped her glass half way to her lips and put it down, “He has a girlfriend. Emori. She’s nice and really good for him. They’ve been together for 2 years now.” She smiled fondly; you were happy he was happy but it also kind of hurt that he was with someone else. You shouldn’t be upset though, you’re also with someone else, not just with him but engaged to him, so you repressed your feelings and let yourself feel happy. There was a small pause as Harper was thinking, “You know, I think you leaving destroyed John more than it did me for a while. I cried for months but John, god, John was miserable. He was so mad all the time, he drank constantly, he would go out looking for you as if forgetting you left the city. He would stay out all night and come home drunk and yelling, I’m not sure if he was yelling for you or at you. His eyes were constantly red as if he was crying all the time. He was a complete mess. I don’t think I was mad at you for leaving, I was mad you left me to deal with him and that you destroyed him,” she looked sad, hurt even. You were shocked from your friend’s revelation. “Murphy didn’t even like me, he told me on several occasions. I was just his sisters annoying best friend, nothing more, nothing less.” Harper looked at you skeptically, “Please don’t tell me you’ve convinced yourself of that, I can’t be sure but I’m pretty sure Murphy was in love with you.” Your breath picked up and your heart started to race, that’s impossible. You searched your memory trying to recall all of your memories of Murphy, suddenly it all came back, the nights spent on the couch while one of you cried and the other held on tight. Eating ice cream and horror movies. Getting way too drunk and spilling your fears and your secrets. The inside jokes and constant flirting and banter. Could Harper be right? Had Murphy loved you all that time? You shook your head you couldn’t think like that, you had Wells, a wedding to plan, a future to plan. “No that’s not possible, I’m certain he didn’t like me,” you finally said. “Yea maybe,” Harper said not sounding convinced. You continued to learn all about Harpers friends and agreed to have a girl’s night with Harper and Raven on Friday.

You left fairly early the next morning, craving some greasy food and a hot shower. After your shower you decided to call Wells, knowing he would want to know how it went with Harper. He knows about your family and Harper and Murphy. You might have left out the part where you might have been in love with Murphy but that’s just a minor detail now.

You laid back in bed as it rang, after the 3rd ring he picked up. “Hello, beautiful,” you grinned at the sweet greeting, “Morning handsome.” You could hear him smiling back, “Hearing that your still alive, I’m guessing all went well last night?” you sighed, “There was some yelling and some tears but yea it went really good after that.” “I’m really glad to hear that, how did she take the engagement news?” You laughed, “Louder than expected, but really good and she expects an invitation with a plus one.” He laughed, “A plus one?” “Do you remember when I told you Harper had a huge crush on a guy named Monty?” He paused, “Yea I think I remember that.” “They’re together now, living together and all.” You could hear him smile, “That’s great,” you could hear a lot of background noise on his end, “Are you at work?” He sighed, “Yea unfortunately,” he paused, “Can I call you back later?” You smiled a little, “Yea of course.” “I love you,” “I love you too,” and then you heard the dial tone. You decided to take a nap for a bit. When you woke up it was starting to get dark out, you decided to go for a small dinner by yourself. After dinner you headed back to your hotel room to watch a movie and go to sleep early. Friday was pretty uneventful, you did some shopping, picked up some snacks for your girls’ night with Raven and Harper. Around 5PM you texted Harper.

Y/N: Hey, what time should I come over?

Harper: It’s Raven, Harper is in the shower, come over whenever and I can let you in

Y/N: Be there in 10

10 minutes later you arrived outside Harper’s apartment again. You buzz “Green” and the door immediately unlocks. A gorgeous tan, brunette opens the door grinning, “You must be Y/N.” You smiled back, “And you must be the famous Raven I’ve heard so much about.” “I would say I hope only good things but knowing Harper that’s definitely not all you’ve heard.” You laughed already taking a liking to the spunky brunette. A few minutes later Harper comes into the room and settles on the couch, motioning for us to do the same. After a minute Harper looks at Raven, “If the guy your engaged do doesn’t make you scream during mind blowing sex should you marry him?” I spit out my drink and started coughing, Raven looked offended by the question, “What? Of course not. Is Monty not delivering? Do I need to give that boy pointers on how to please a woman?” Harper laughed, “No, not Monty. Wells, the guy Y/N is engaged to. I asked her about sex and all she had to say was that he was good.” Raven looked at you with wide eyes, “I know we just met but please don’t marry him.” You laughed loud and sarcastically, “I’m still going to marry him, there is always room for improvement.” Harper and Raven shared a look, “Okay, what’s the situation?” Raven asked. Harper answered for you, “He’s gentle and sweet and kind,” she said in a mock voice. “Oh, honey, I have known for all of 20 minutes and I know that’s not what you’re into,” you laughed, “What do you know about what I’m into?” Raven smirked, “I’m good at reading people, and I may know of a little thing between you and Murphy,” she winked. I rolled my eyes, “There is and never was anything between me and Murphy.” “Liar,” Harper whispered. Raven’s smirk deepened, “If that’s the case than let’s go meet the guys at the bar.” Your eyes widened, “What?” you squeaked. Harper grinned, “That’s a great idea, Murphy and Emori will be there, Jasper and Monty too. Maybe even Murphy’s friends Clarke and Bellamy. It’ll be fun.” You looked at Harper’s challenging stare and knew it was either go or admit you were terrified to see Murphy again.

That’s how you ended up in an Uber wearing one of Harper’s black body con strapless dresses with black wedges. The uber pulled out at the bar and you all walked inside. Monty was the first one to spot them immediately pulling Harper into a hug and then walking over to greet me and Raven. “I’m glad to see you decided to join us,” Monty said with a genuine smile. You smiled back even though you’re more nervous than you’ve ever been, “Wouldn’t miss it.” Harper, Monty and Raven started towards a table at the back, you guessed their regular table. “Big brother,” you heard Harper yell. Your palms were sweating, it felt like your whole body was heating up, your breath was shallow, and you sort of felt like you were going to pass out. Your heart was racing faster than you thought possible. “I brought an old friend,” Murphy looked up right as you walked up beside Harper. His mouth dropped open and his arm dropped from around the girl he was holding close to him a moment ago, Emori you assumed. As fast as his face dropped, he schooled it into a scowl, “Long time no see princess.” You were taken back by that statement, it’s the same thing he said to you the night you left. “Yea, 5 years but I’m home for a visit.” After an awkward pause a short blonde came forward and stuck her hand out, “I’m Clarke,” she pointed to a tall broad shouldered guy behind her, “and that’s Bellamy.” He stuck his hand out to shake yours, and then Jasper tumbled in, “And I’m Jasper.” He grinned. You grinned back, “I didn’t catch you name,” said Clarke. “Oh, uh, it’s Y/N.” The three of them looked at you shocked, “Oh,” was all that came out of Clarke’s mouth. You could see Emori raising an eyebrow at Murphy, who was starring daggers at you. Obviously someone had mentioned mine and Murphy’s history to her. “We’ve heard a lot about you, it’s nice to put a name to a face,” said Bellamy still friendly enough. “I’m kind of scared to know what you guys have heard,” you gave a shaky laugh. “Guys, we’re trying to start over, I know this is weird, but I still consider her one of my best friends,” piped up Harper. You smiled gratefully at Harper, “That’s good enough for me, cheers bitches,” replied Jasper. Handing everyone a shot and breaking the tension.

After some more drinking and dancing everyone decided to go back to Harper and Monty’s. Everyone piled into the living room, Emori and John sitting on the love seat, Bellamy, Clarke and Jasper on the long couch, Monty, Harper and Raven on the floor, and you sat on the single recliner. Your head snapped to the love seat when you heard Emori say, “John, could you make me a drink while you up?” Murphy smiled at the black-haired girl sat on the couch, “Of course.” You looked at Harper who just shrugged. 5 years ago, Murphy would have punched anyone that called him John that wasn’t you or Harper. Clearly that has changed. After some random chatter Clarke started asking you questions, “We’ve heard about you from before you left, but who are you now?” Murphy was back now and looking at you with what you assumed to be curiosity. “Well, I’m studying art in Vancouver, where I live with my fiancé. So, uh, yea I’m engaged, have been for a year now,” you could see Murphy gaping at you and then it turned to fury, but he stayed quiet, “We met at a bookstore, I love books and reading and writing, but art is what I live by. Wells, my fiancé, will actually be coming in a few days, only staying for a few days but we’ll be driving back to Vancouver together. I love ice cream and horror movies,” you stole a glance at Murphy when you said that last statement, he was clenching his jaw and looking at the ground. It made your heart clench, I couldn’t be thinking like this, I’m and engaged woman. “There isn’t much else honestly, I spent a lot of time travelling and since then I’ve spent most of my time with school or with Wells,” you smiled. “What’s Wells like?” Monty asked politely. “He’s kind, smart, funny, and he treats me like a princess,” at that Murphy snapped, “Sounds like he should grow some balls.” You gaped at him, “What the hell is that supposed to mean,” you stated sounding angry. “Does he challenge you at all? Does he get under your skin ever? Or does he bow down on the ground you walk on all the time? He sounds like the type of guy who gets walked on by anything and everyone. He always does what’s right, he can do no wrong. Am I right? What I’m saying princess,” he spat the name with venom, “Is I think your fiancé is a pussy by the sounds of it.” Suddenly Bellamy got up and stood in front of Murphy, “Murphy, cut the shit,” he said in a warning tone. Murphy looked at Bellamy as if to challenge him then just looked at you, “Hope prince charming knows how to make you scream.” You got up and stormed out of the apartment, walking back to the hotel. “You’re such a dick Murphy,” you could hear Raven yell. When got to the bottom of the stairs Raven came bounding down, “I’m going with you.” You paused, “You really don’t need to do that Raven.” She shrugged, “Murphy is being a bigger dick than usual, I don’t know your whole history with Murphy but I’m pretty sure there’s some unresolved feelings there.” You nodded but stayed quiet for the whole walk to the hotel. You guys watched some movies and then fell asleep. In the morning Raven was gone but had left a note with her number on it and a proposal for dinner one night. After I input the number into my phone, I took a shower. When I got out I had a voicemail from an unknown number. You decided to listen to it.

Hey Y/N, uh, in case you couldn’t tell, its Murphy, uh, well you always called me John, so I guess its John. Anyways I want to apologize for last night, I was a huge fucking dick. Uh, I don’t know if you purposely ignored the call or if your busy, but I’d like to meet up and uh, I don’t know, catch up I guess. And apologize in person. Harper was, well is, pretty fucking pissed at me. Anyways you have my number now, so I guess text me or not, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. Uh, I’m rambling now so I guess I might see you later, or maybe not, uh, bye.

And then there was a beep. You decided to save his number and decide later if you wanted to meet up with him. Instead you called Wells. He picks up on the 2nd ring, “Hey,” you could tell he was smiling. “Hey,” you smiled back. “How are you?” you sighed, “Uh, oh. That doesn’t sound good.” You sighed again, “last night was awful,” Wells didn’t say anything waiting for you to continue, “I seen Murphy and he kind of exploded.” Wells sighed, “From what you’ve told me I didn’t really expect anything else to be honest.” You stayed silent, deciding if you should tell him about Murphy’s proposal to meet up. “Murphy left me a voicemail this morning, he wants to meet up and apologize for last night.” Wells stayed silent for a few second, “What did you say?” he asked. “I haven’t decided,” you waited, “I can’t say I’m excited about the prospect of you seeing him alone,” Wells finally revealed. “Why? There was nothing ever between John and me?” Wells paused, “John?” Shit, you hadn’t even realized you let that slip. “Uh, yea. Me and Harper were the only ones ever allowed to call him by his first name.” Wells sighed, “The key word being ‘were’, its not the same anymore. You’re both different people now, I don’t think your in his close knit group of people that are allowed to call him John anymore.” You could feel yourself getting angry, “Wells, if you have something to say, just say it.” He paused and then sighed, “Alright, I don’t like the idea of you and John being alone together because I don’t believe whatever you two had when you were younger was platonic, nobody talks about how much they despise but appreciate someone unless there is something deeper.” You were stunned silent for a moment, “I’m going to see Murphy.” You hung up and texted Murphy.

Y/N: I’d like to meet with you

Dickhead: Really?

Y/N: Yes, where? Before I change my mind

Dickhead: The Dropship, in an hour

Y/N: See you than

Dickhead: 😊

The next hour went by pretty quickly, before you knew you were a pile of nerves walking through the Dropship doors. You immediately spotted the mess of brown hair and tattered leather jacket in a booth. He was staring at the table and playing with his hands, definitely a nervous habit. You slide into the seat in front of him, he looked up and gave you a nervous smile. You gave a small smile back, “Shouldn’t you be begging for my forgiveness or something,” you quipped. His smile grew, “I’m a fucking dickhead, I was just mad and kind of let everything out at once which wasn’t cool.” He paused looking for a reaction, “You were never good at being cool,” his grin grew. “Also, you still haven’t apologized.” His eyes widened a fraction, “I’m sorry,” he quickly added. “I am too,” he gave you a puzzled look, “I’m sorry, for running off and dropping off the face of the earth.” He looked at the table with a little crease in his eye brows. “Harper told you how bad it was, didn’t she,” he said more as a statement than a question. “You looked at the table too, she didn’t go into great detail, but she gave me the gist of it.” He nodded, “I just missed you so much and I know it sounds weird because we were always at each others throats but I think I just missed having someone around that would listen and we had that weird support system that we didn’t talk about,” he finally looked at you, “I blamed myself for so long.” You frowned at him, “Why would you blame yourself?” he looked at you like you were crazy. “The night you left I knew something was wrong, I don’t know how I just knew. When Harper read the letter the next day, I felt responsible. I was the last person you talked to before leaving the city and possibly never coming back. I had this gut feeling when I was talking to you and I didn’t follow and then you were gone.” By the end of it, he had tears in his eyes. “Murphy,” “Its John,” he interrupted you, “To you its always been John.” You nodded, “John, you couldn’t have convinced me to stay even if you did follow your gut, I had made up my mind. I was leaving that night no matter what.” He nodded but didn’t look convinced. For the next few hours you two just sat in this booth, talking and laughing, it was as if nothing had changed in 5 years and that was dangerous. You could feel buried feelings trying to sneak through but continued to repress them.

As you were getting ready to leave, John suddenly asked, “Have you been to see your parents yet?” You looked away a little guiltily, “Uh, no. I’m waiting until Wells gets here.” John visibly tensed but kept his cool this time. “So, he’s the meet the parents’ type,” you nodded, “What about you and Emori?” He smiled a little at the mention of her name and you think you saw him blush a little. You’d never tell him but that hurt a bit, to know another girl made him that happy. “Uh, yea. She’s never met mine, obviously. And I’ve never met hers, she was a foster kid all her life. She’s great though, she gets me, y’know? She cares about me, in a way I forgot people could care about each other.” He’s got a huge dopey grin on his face now. You’re trying to be happy for him, you really are but its still hard. Maybe this catch up thing was a bad idea. Your phone buzzed in your purse for what felt like the thousandth time. “Someone is really trying to get a hold of you,” Murphy said, you hadn’t even realized he had been watching you glare at your phone for at least a minute. “Oh, yea. Me and Wells kid of got into a fight earlier. He’s probably just trying to get me to talk to him.” Murphy gave you a small smile, “Always so stubborn, I’m surprised you even came to see me today.” You smiled, “I am too but I guess people can change.” Murphy’s smile turned into a smirk, “Please, I’m might not pay a lot of attention but I’m not stupid. I’m guessing your fight was about me, you told him what happened last night, he didn’t want you seeing me and because you don’t like being told what to do you came to see me instead of listening to him. Because you hate being told what to do, and I think I was right when I said he never gets under your skin, he never argues with you and now that it has been pointed out you’re itching for a fight,” you gaped at him, “You’re still such a dick John.” He laughed, “If I’m wrong than answer the phone and put it on speaker so I can hear what he has to say.” You glared at him but reluctantly answered and put it on speaker, “What do you want?” you snapped when you answered. “Where the hell have you been? Why haven’t you been answering your phone? Were you with Murphy?” You were getting increasingly irritated, especially looking at Murphy’s smug face. “Shut up for a minute Wells,” you knew it wasn’t right to snap at Wells especially because his concerns were becoming reasonable. “I went to a café called the Dropship to meet Murphy and was actively ignoring your calls after your accusations this morning, and by the way I’m still with Murphy,” you put the phone closer to Murphy, “Hey man, nice to finally hear the guys voice that swiped Y/N off her feet,” Murphy mocked. “Uh, yea, hi. Listen Y/N I just wanted to make sure were alright, I’m still flying in to Arkadia airport tomorrow right?” He sounded genuinely curious as to if you would say yes. “Yes,” you said through gritted teeth. “Okay,” he sounded relieved. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love you.” You paused still glaring at Murphy, “Love you too,” then you hung up. “What accusations is he referring to?” Murphy said clearly throwing gasoline on the fire. “Well if you must know Murphy, my fiancé thinks your in love with me and he afraid it might be mutual,” Murphy’s eyes widened, “its not, is it?” he asked sounding shocked. “I wouldn’t be engaged to Wells if I was in love with you Murphy.” Just for a second you thought you saw pain flash across his features, but he schooled his features before you could examine any closer. “Good, because that would be pretty pathetic. To love someone and then walking away from them and 5 years later coming back expecting them to love you,” he was challenging you, you could tell, “Good thing I’m not pathetic than. Murphy, you somehow turned what was a great day into hell. Thank you for that, you’re still an asshole.” You stomped to your car before driving out of the parking lot. You took one last glance in the mirror, seeing Murphy staring after you looking sad. You drove away and didn’t look in the mirror again.

As soon as you got back to your hotel you crawled into bed and cried yourself to sleep. They weren’t sad tears, just angry ones. Angry at Wells for pointing out what could be true, angry at Murphy for making you feel things for him, angry at Murphy for being Murphy and being a dick. For the first time ever, you regretted leaving 5 years ago, maybe things would be different. You finally fell asleep and before you knew it your alarm was going off, you had to be at the airport in three hours to get Wells. You dragged yourself into the shower to wash away the day before, then pulled on a long sundress, you grabbed some breakfast on your way to the airport. You decided in the shower this morning that you would talk to Wells about yesterday. You had to prove Murphy wrong, that you didn’t want to start a fight with Wells. When you seen him come from baggage claim you walked up to him and hugged him, he seemed surprised but hugged back after a minute. “I figured you’d still be pissed,” you gave him a peck on the lips, “We have lots to talk about, but I don’t want to be angry when talking about it,” you responded. He smiled and gave you a small nod. As Wells is putting his bags in your car you get a text from Harper.

Harper: Murphy told me he was a dick again

I’d like to apologize on behalf of my stupid brother and invite you and Wells out with us all tonight

“Wells,” he peaked around your truck to let you know he was paying attention, “Do you want to go out with Harper and our friends tonight? They want to meet you.” He smiled, “Of course.”

Y/N: When? Where?

Harper: 8PM My place, we’ll decide where to go from there

Y/N: Awesome

You figured you and Wells should probably figure your shit out before tonight, “Hey, Wells,” he looks at you, “You want to talk now,” he replied. “Yea, we should probably get it out of the way before tonight.” He nodded, “Okay, you first.” You took a deep breath, “Okay, I know you are worried about me and Murphy,” you could see him nodding in your peripheral vision, “there is nothing going on between us, even though yes, I do talk about how much I despise but appreciate him, its not like that. He was a big part of my life before I left, and I will admit I might have had a crush on him at one point, I don’t anymore. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you if I didn’t think you were it.” You took a quick peek to see him already looking over at you with a small smile. “Okay, I trust you, I trust that you know what your doing,” he paused, “ For the record, I’m so glad you agreed to marry me.” He was beaming at you now, which made you feel worse for some reason. If almost felt like you were lying, what if you were? To everyone including yourself. You smiled back anyways and continued the drive to the hotel.

Harper: John and Emori will be there tonight, don’t worry I told John to be on his best behaviour

Y/N: Thanks, but I can handle John

Harper: I��m sure you can

You chose to ignore Harpers latest text since you had just made up with Wells. You had a few hours to kill before you had to meet everyone, so you decided to take Wells sightseeing and out to dinner. By the time you got back to the hotel it was time to start getting ready. You slipped on a long-sleeved black dress that hugged you in all the right places and sat at your mid thigh, then some black heels. When you walked out of the bathroom Wells whistled, “Isn’t that a bit much?” he questioned with a raised brow. You looked at yourself in the mirror, “I don’t see anything wrong with it.” Wells looked skeptical, “Alright, as long as I’m the only guy getting close to you,” you knew what he was implying but kept your comments to yourself. Wells was dressed in a gray casual dress shirt, tucked into casual slacks. Looking at him you realized he kind of always looked like he was ready for a meeting, always in dressy casual clothes. It weirded you out the more you thought about it. You wondered how he would look in ripped jeans, a plain t-shirt and leather jacket. You shook that though from your head realizing the person you were visualizing was getting to close to someone you know. Soon it was time to leave.

As soon as Harper opened the door a sinking feeling came over you, these weren’t Wells people, these were your people. Raven was sporting a tight red dress than accentuated every curve with fire engine red heels. Clarke was in a dark blue skater dress with black heels and Harper was in a tight white dress with a cut out in the front with tan heels. Even Emori looked like she fit in more than Wells, wearing a gray halter dress with gray heels. Bellamy wore blue jeans with a black shirt, Monty had blue jeans with a red flannel done up, Jasper was in jeans with a black shirt and his signature goggles. Finally, your eyes landed on Murphy, he was already watching you, he was wearing black jeans with rips in the knees, a pair of boots, a black shirt and his leather jacket. His eyes shifted to Wells and visibly darkened and not in a good way. “Hey everyone, this is my fiancé, Wells,” everyone gave a quick greeting. You started introducing him to people individually, when you got to Murphy you could feel the tension, not just between the boys but between you and Murphy too. The boys were definitely sizing each other up, which was ridiculous. After a tense few seconds they shook hands and went their separate ways. As the night went on and more alcohol was consumed, the tension loosened. Eventually you went to the kitchen to make a drink leaving Wells with Bellamy, Jasper and Monty. You heard someone come up behind you, assuming it was one of the girl you asked if they wanted a drink. “Nope, I just opened another beer,” said Murphy casually behind you. “What do you want Murphy, I’m having a good night, I’d really rather it not be fucked by you.” When you turned around he had his hands in the air, “I come in peace, I want to apologize for yesterday. I was a dick,” he paused, “Again.” He looked at you waiting for an answer but you stayed quiet, “Look he’s not that bad okay, I mean he still seems like a prince charming type but if he makes you happy than I’ll quit being a dick,” you sighed, “I don’t think that’s possible for you.” He smiled at you sadly, “What are you doing in here anyways, shouldn’t you be with Emori?” you asked curiously. He had barely been by her side since you got here, “She’s mad at me.” You raised an eyebrow, “What did you do?” you said sarcastically, “It’s actually what I didn’t do.” Now you were really confused. “She, uh, she asked if I liked you or had liked you, you know, before you left. I didn’t deny it so, uh, yea she’s pissed you’re here.” You slumped against the counter, “Great, but wait, why didn’t you deny it? You didn’t like me; you could barely stand me.” Murphy looked at you with slight astonishment, “I thought you said Harper told you what I was like after you left,” you thought about it for a minute, “Wait all of it was true? You drank for weeks? You came looking for me? You,” you paused, neither of you had ever brought up the crying you did together, it stayed in those moment, never to be talked about again, “I cried for weeks, and not a little here and there, I sobbed for weeks, I drank, I broke shit, I was a wreck, because the one person that understood me, that let me be vulnerable left. My rock left, my best friend left, and I thought it was my fault. I blamed myself and I did everything I could to find you.” Murphy was standing right in front of you then, you had tears in your eyes, and he reached for your hands. “Look Emori isn’t just mad at me, she dumped me, because since you got here almost a week ago you’re all I’ve talked about, when you were both in a room my eyes never left you and when you weren’t in the room I sulked. I just want to be in a room with you even if we are arguing because at least you’re here with me. You’re within arms reach.” He reached out for you, but you moved away, “Stop, you can’t just say all this, it’s been 5 years, whatever weird relationship we had is over. I’m engaged, and I love Wells.” You made the mistake of looking at Murphy, he looked so sad, so beaten down. “You might love him, but you love me more,” he whispered before turning around. “Will you stop playing mind games with me? One minute you act like I put the stars in the sky and the next you hate me.” He turned around, “I never hated you, I could never hate you,” and then he was gone. You slumped against the counter trying to catch your breath before returning to everyone else, you could feel tears in your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down. You took some deep breaths before downing another shot, and then going to find Wells. You spent the rest of the night right by Wells side.

Around 2:30 you and Wells decided it was time to head back to your hotel room. Once you were comfortably in your pj’s and sobered up quite a bit you decided, “Wells,” he hummed in response letting you know he was listening, “I want to set a wedding date.” He sat up to look you in the face, searching for any sign of uncertainty, “Don’t you want to see your parents first?” You shook your head. “They haven’t been a part of my life in a long time, I want to make this choice without their opinions barging in. Wells nodded, “Okay, do you have a date in mind?” You paused for a minute, “May 15th.” He smiled, “Sounds like a perfect day.” You fell asleep that night not with the joy you thought you would but with a sinking feeling in your stomach. Was this the right choice?

Harper: Hey, do you and Wells want to come with everyone for brunch?

“Hey, Wells,” you called, he peaked his head out of the bathroom, “Yea?” “Do you want to go for brunch with everyone?” He smiled, “Yea, definitely. I’d love to talk to Bellamy, Jasper and Monty some more.” You knew he deliberately left Murphy out but chose to ignore it.

Y/N: Absolutely, where?

Harper: The Ark Grill

You wore a yellow sundress and some black flats. Wells was in his usual dressy casual attire, in a light blue shirt with gray pants. “Are you planning on telling everyone we set a date?” he asked on your way to the car. “Of course, and if its alright with you I’d like to invite them all,” he beamed at you, “Absolutely.”

When you got there everyone was already seated, the only seats available were beside Murphy and beside Bellamy. Which were across from each other. You sat beside Murphy, causing Wells to raise an eyebrow as he sat next to Bellamy. You shut him down with a stern look and he gave you a small nod, letting you know he got the message. After a few minutes of chatter, you stood up walking over to Wells, he beamed while saying, “We have announcement to make.” He looked at you, you smiled while saying, “We have set a wedding date.” Everyone looked surprised and happy, except Murphy, the blood had drained from his face and his jaw tensed. You noticed Harper didn’t look nearly as thrilled as you thought she would be, instead she was sending pitying looks towards her brother. When she noticed you looking she started smiling, you could see right through it. You took your seat back at the table while people asked you questions about the wedding arrangements. Eventually everyone settled back down, you turned to talk to Raven, who was on your left, when you felt a hand grab yours under the table. You jumped a little before settling back into your seat, turning to glare at Murphy, who was too busy trying to burn holes in his toast. But he didn’t let go, instead he laced his fingers into yours, you couldn’t get him to let go so you let him have this. After a few minutes of talking to Raven you realized you were stroking Murphy’s hand, a comforting gesture you used to do when he needed to be comforted, but you didn’t stop. You also kept sneaking glances at him every few minutes just to see him already looking at you. After almost everyone has excused themselves, leaving just you, Murphy and Wells at the table. Wells had to leave to take a work call leaving just you and Murphy. “You were doing the thing, the thing you used to do when you were trying to calm me down,” he whispered. “Don’t look to much into it, you wouldn’t have let my hand go if I tried anyways.” He nodded, “So, you’re really going to marry prince charming, huh?” you rolled your eyes, “Yes, Murphy I’m going to marry Wells.” He flinched at the use of his last name. “Okay.” Just then Wells came back.

That night Harper had asked you to come over. When you got there, Clarke, and Raven were also there. “Is this a girl’s night I didn’t know about?” you asked when you closed the door. “Are you really going to marry Wells?” Harper asks. “Uh, yea. That’s why I said yes.” Raven gave you a deadpanned look, “Look, Wells seems like a decent guy, but do you remember the first time I met you and I said he didn’t seem like your type?” you nodded, remembering the first time you met the feisty brunette. “Awesome, I’ve met him now and I stand with my opinion.” You sighed, “Did you really call me over here to have an intervention so I don’t marry Wells.” They all nodded. “I haven’t known you long but even I think you’re totally wrong for each other,” Clarke said, Raven nodded her head in Clarke’s direction, “If even Clarke, the queen of logic, thinks its wrong than it has to be.” You rolled your eyes, “I seen you holding hands with John under the table at brunch today,” Harper blurted, “Right after your wedding announcement.” You gaped at Harper, “Your brother grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let go.” She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Murphy’s in love with you.” You stopped breathing in that moment, your heart plummeted into your stomach, tears sprung to your eyes. “No, he’s not,” you said sternly, “Murphy is just playing mind games with me, like he always does,” you said through tears because even though you hate yourself for it, you want it to be true. You want Murphy to love you the way you love him. The way you’ve always loved him. “No Y/N I don’t think you understand, Emori didn’t just dump John because you showed up, she dumped him because he’s been in love with another girl the entire time they were together. Don’t get me wrong, I think he really did love Emori, but it’s like you love Wells. A love that is awesome for a while and then goes away when you’re with the person your supposed to be with. You’re supposed to be with my brother, you always have been. 5 years ago, you weren’t ready to be his but now, now you are.” Everyone stayed silent for a minute, “Why hasn’t he told me than?” You looked at Harper, “He has had tons of chances to just say he loves me, and he never has.” She nodded, “If he tells you to your face, will you reconsider marrying Wells?” You took a deep breath, “No, I’m marrying Wells.” You walked out of the apartment, back to the hotel. When you got there Wells was already asleep, so you just crawled in beside him and curled up against his back. You let a few tears slide down your face, it didn’t feel right, not anymore. You loved Wells, but not the same way you love Murphy.

Around 5AM your phone went off with a text.

Dickhead: Come outside? I need to talk to you

Y/N: It’s 5 AM can’t it wait

John: No, please

Y/N: Alright, I’m coming

You grabbed a sweater to pull on over your pj’s. You opened your door as quietly as you could to find Murphy standing there. You shooed him away from the door, down the walk way a bit. “What could you possibly want at 5AM?” you scowled at him. “I know you’ve heard most of it from Harper, but I want to tell my side of the story.” You nodded to tell him to go on. “Okay. Here goes nothing. Do you remember the first time you found me a sniffling mess after my dad died?” You nodded. “You were 10, I was 9. It wasn’t long after the accident.” He nodded, “You found me outside, freezing and brought me a blanket and some hot chocolate. You held me as I cried and told you how I killed him. I thought for sure you’d leave and never talk to me again, but the next morning you threw a pancake at my head and called me a stupid head. Acting as if the night before never happened. That was the first time I realized maybe there was more to you than being my annoying little sisters’ best friend. After that I tried to hide better but you always found me, always knew.” He smiled at you, you smiled back. “How about the time when I was 12 and took off in the middle of the night because mom wouldn’t stop yelling at me. You made sure Harper was okay and then you came after me. Once again you held me while I cried, again blaming myself for his death. Then there was the time when I was 14. I had just started high school and it was rough, kids were dickheads to me all the time. But I came home to you and Harper, and you guys just knew how to make me feel better without even trying. I’ll never forget your first day of high school, you were 14, I was 15 and I seen you across the parking lot with Harper. Some guy in my grade, Dax, was bullying Harper and when I was on my way over to kick the shit out of him, you decked him. Black eye and a cut cheek from hitting the ground. Thinking back on it now, I think that’s when I started to fall in love with you.” You looked at him wide eyed, this is the first time Murphy had ever been this open with you. He smiled at you, “I remember going to a party when I was 16, had just had a pretty brutal fight with mom. I could feel a breakdown coming, so I called you and you came. You brought me water and sat with me at the side of this strangers’ house while I puked and cried, and you held me until I could walk and then you walked me home. This is probably around the time I started teasing you about getting a womanly body, thinking about it now I definitely said some pervy shit, but I didn’t know how to go about letting my little sisters best friend know I was into her.” He breathily laughed, “I’m a fucking idiot. Anyways when I was 17 you found me in a dark place, mom was getting to me. I believed I should have died in that accident, not dad, I should have been the one buried. You weren’t having any of it though, you helped me see the good qualities in me. Even if they were few and far between, you made sure I knew I was worth something and that accidents happen and that it was not my fault he died. I still have days of self-loathing, but they get less the older I get. Well they did until you left but that’s not your fault. When I turned 18, you drew me, I wasn’t doing anything but sitting on our porch. I remember how nervous you were to give it to me, and I fell a little more in love with you that day. That was the best gift I’ve ever received to this day and it still in my room. I turned 19 and because I wasn’t having as many breakdown anymore we spent time together, and in my desperate need to be close to you I started fights and teased you and flirted with you because I cherished those moments. I didn’t know how to go about just asking you out because I’m a huge fucking idiot and 5 years later I’m still a huge fucking idiot. So yes, Emori dumped me because I’m in love with someone I’ve known my entire life, someone she knew she couldn’t compete with.” He looked at you than, “If you want to marry Wells I won’t stop you, because your happiness means more to me than mine ever will. I will always do everything in my power to make you happy because I’m so in love with you that I think seeing you unhappy with kill me. And if your unhappy because of me, god, I don’t even want to think about it. So, if you want to marry Wells, please do, I will go to your wedding and I will watch you walk down the isle because even if I can’t have you I can’t lose you.” By the end of Murphy’s speech, the sun was coming up, and you realized you had started crying at some point, you felt tears sliding down your cheeks. You realized at that point that Murphy had been crying too. He looked at you, waiting for a reply. “How am I supposed to marry someone when I’m in love with someone else.” He looked at you a confused for a minute before the realization dawned on him. “Y-your, in love with me,” he asked hesitantly. “John I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love you.” He smiled at that, a real genuine smile. “Before we get ahead of ourselves, I need to break things off with Wells,” Murphy let out a sigh, “Please do it soon, I really want to kiss you.” You smiled at that, “I’ll let you know when its done.” Murphy leaned down to kiss your cheek, “I’m looking forward to it.” Then he was gone. You walked back to your room. Wells was sitting up on the bed when you walked in, “Morning,” he looked at you and gave you a sad smile, “You’re in love with him aren’t you?” You gave him a sad smile, “I don’t think I even remember a time when I didn’t.” He nods his head, “I guess this means the engagement is off, huh?” he gave a little laugh. “Yea. It does.” He looked at you, “I’m happy your happy, as hard as it might be to believe. I’m really glad your happy.” You smiled at him, “Thank you.” You slide the ring off your finger and walked to the bed to sit beside him. You handed him the ring back, “Thank you for all the time you gave me, I really do hope you find a girl that makes you happy.” He nodded, “I hope I find the person that makes me feel the way John makes you feel.” You nodded your head.

After dropping Wells at the airport, you got John’s address from Harper. She questioned it so you gave her the shortened version and your pretty sure she burst your eardrum. She gave you his address and wished you luck. You pulled in front of the apartment building, sliding in as someone was coming out. You found apartment 310 and knocked. After a minute a very disgruntled Murphy opened the door, he must have gone back to sleep when he got home. You walked into his arms and they immediately closed around you, “That was fast.” You laughed, “He must have seen us when we were outside because he knew the second I walked in the room.” Murphy grinned, “I’ve never been more thankful for windows than I am right now.” You laughed and pulled back just enough to look at Murphy. He leaned down as you leaned up, his lips brushed yours, almost asking permission. “John I’ve waited for over 10 years for this, kiss me already.” He grinned and pushed he lips onto yours, his lips moved in perfect rhythm with yours, it was like you’d done this a million times already. His lips were the perfect mixture of soft and chapped. They felt heavenly against yours, this felt righter than any kiss you’d ever experienced. Kissing John Murphy might be one of the best things you’ve ever done. When you broke away for air, he grinned, “Out of curiosity, did he ever make you scream?” you rolled your eyes, “No John, he never made me scream.” He grinned wider, “I know this is all new and everything but, can I change that?” You laughed before pushing him inside his apartment and closing the door. He certainly did make you scream that night and for several others after.

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