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April Fools
Iâve always wondered if April Fools existed in the wizarding world. Iâve come to the conclusion for this fic that it doesnt so the reader can introduce the Weasley twins to it. Chaos ensues. This takes place in harrys 3rd year and the twins 5th year. Technically you would be in 5th year as well, but your gender nor house are specified.
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You were writing your potions essay in the quidditch stands when an identical set of loud voices brought you out of your trance.
âHey, short stack.â Fred and George flew up to your section.
âOh look, itâs the demonic duo.â
George smirked, âBecause weâre so devilishly handsome?â
âNo, because your both so ugly that even Jesus couldnt save your face so satan had to take you.â You heard two squawks of indignation but continued on.
âAlso, Iâm not that short. Y/H is average.â
âAh,â Fred sat down to your right, âbut your shorter than us, so your short.â
âEveryoneâs shorter than you two beanstalks.â
âYouâre still short.â You stuck your tongue out at George and he mirrored you.
âWhat do you two want?â
âIâm hurt... always assuming we want something..â Fred trailed off.
âYeah, we canât have a conversation with our best friend?â
âI feel betrayed.â
âDepressed.â
âCheated!â
âIs our friendship a lie?â
âEnough!â You giggled out.
âYou donât have to need something, but you stopped in the middle of practice for a reason.â
âWell... Gryffindor team likes to listen to music when we practice right?â Fred leaned in and put his chin on your shoulder.
âOk and?â
âWell, all we have is Celestina Warbeck music and your muggle music just is much better than âa cauldron full of strong, hot loveââ, George sung that last bit.
âSo we wanna know if we can borrow your CDs and player?â
âFlawless impression. Yes you can use them, Iâll bring them out next practice. Though honestly, I really ought to get you one of your own so you donât have to keep asking every time u want to listen to music.â
George hummed in agreement next to you.
âMaybe thatâll be your birthday gift. When is it anyways... Iâve known you two for almost a year and you never told me.â
âItâs in about a month. April 1st.â George confirmed.
You let out a bark of laughter. âYeah, that checks out.â
You got a rare pause of silence.
âWhat do you mean âthat checks outâ?â Fred looked honestly confused, and so did George.
âAre you both messing with me? You have to know what holiday is on April 1st right?â They shook their heads no.
âReally? Hold on a second let me ask Hermione if she knows anything. âMione!â You got her attention from a few stands over and she jogged over to the three of you.
âYeah, whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, can you answer a question?â She nodded and you continued, â without saying it out loud, you know what holiday is on April 1st, right?â She nodded again.
âYea, why is that relevant?â
âBecause they donât!â You motioned frantically to the twins behind you and Hermione shook her head.
âDo not tell them they donât need another reason to go around causing more chaos.â
âOooh,â Fred lifted up his head in interest, âthis sounds interesting. What holiday is on April 1st that we donât know about?â
Hermione shook her head as Harry flew over and dismounted. âWhatâs going on, practice is over, why arenât you lot leaving?â
You turned to him quickly, âHarry, without saying it, you know what holiday is on, April 1st, right?â He nodded before realizing what was going on and started laughing.
âDonât encourage them Harry!â Hermione pushed him slightly.
âWhy not? It would be funny to see what they do with that.â
Fred and George were getting frustrated, âWith what?â
âDonât tell them, Y/N!â
âTell them, Y/N!â âTell us, Y/N!â
âOk ok Iâll tell you!â You conceded and Hermione threw her hands up in exasperationďżź and left to collect her bag.
âOn two conditions!â
Fred and George whispered to each other for a second before turnin to you and nodding.
âOf course.â Said George with a sly grin.
âWhat are these conditions?â Fred finished for him.
âNumber 1. When I tell you the holiday, I get full immunity from the days effects.â
âBut of course.â They spoke in unison
âNumber 2. Anyone asks, I had nothing to do with this.â
Fred shrugged, âThatâs fair. So, what holiday is on April 1st?â
You grinned before replying, âApril Foolâs!â
âWhat is April Foolâs?â Georgeâs eyes went wide.
âA holiday dedicated to playing pranks on people. Muggles prank their friends, family, teachers, principal. In my primary school one of my friends put a bunch of live chickens in a teachers car.â
They looked at you with pure glee.
âThankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!â Fred and George each planted a kiss on you cheek and ran off.
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Fred and George dropped into the library chairs in front of you two weeks later.
âSo we were thinking.â Fred grinned from the chair closest to you.
âAnd since you were the one to tell us about this glorious holiday, you should be part of the celebration.â
âNo.â
âWhy nooooot?â George whined, setting his chin on the table and looking at you with his best puppy eyes.
âIâm not going to get in trouble for a holiday and besides, its your holiday. You donât need me interfering.â
âBut we want you there so you should do it, right? And you wouldnât be interfering. Please?â Fred joined his brother in puppy eyeing you.
You sighed and nodded in agreement.
âYay! So we were thinking that maybe we could pull something minor on each of the teachers and then something major on the whole school. What do you think?â
âIt could work, but you would have to tailor it to each teacher. Snape canât stand background noise and high pitches, McGonagall hates being even remotely interrupted, Flitwick canât stand his bookstack being messed with, and Lupin, for whatever reason, doesnât like fish.â
âFish?â George tilted his head like a confused puppy.
âYeah, he thinks theyâre gross or something.â
They both nodded before Fred spoke up, âOk, so what are you suggesting?â
You thought for a moment before responding, âFor snape, I have this little old transportable music player. We could charm it to follow him around and play a bunch of kazoo noises in the background. The more he tries to get rid of it the higher pitch and louder it gets.â
âOoh, I like that. What else?â George nodded for you to continue.
âWe could find a spell where every time McGonagall tries to speak, she gets interrupted by, I donât know, a horn or something? Flitwick I donât really have anything.â
âI like the way you think.â Fred grinned and added in, â . We could turn Lupinâs class into a tiny lake and fill it with fish while heâs up in his office?â
George nodded, âAnd we could make Flitwick's stack fly around the room while heâs on it?â
âYouâre both evil. Itâs fantastic.â You high fived them and the three of you left to enact your plans.
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The next two weeks were a never-ending whirlwind of prank planning and late night kitchen runs, but finally the three of you were done. The plans were set up and now all there was to do was wait.
First class of the day was McGonagallâs and the three of you walked in trying to wipe the grins off your face.
âGood morning class, please turn to-â *HONK* Your professor whipped her head around to see where the sound was coming from to no avail. She shook her head and continued on.
âAs I was-â *HONK HONK* âWhere is that noise coming from?â
The class stifled laughter as she ran around looking for the origin of the honking.
For twenty minutes.
âI swear toâ *HONK*
âOh for the love ofâ *HOOOOONK*
Eventually McGonagall grew tired and dismissed the class half an hour early.
Snape was next on the hit list.
Your professor strode into the classroom, looking obviously annoyed. A tiny radio followed after him playing a nonsense tune with kazoos. The class  burst into laughter but was promptly shut up by a particularly harsh glare.
The next hour was trademarked by Snape repeatedly trying to destroy the radio physically or through magic while he had the class make a healing potion. The noise just got louder and louder and when the bell rang for the last class before lunch Snape barked at everyone to âGET OUT NOWâ.
At lunch, you, Fred, and George each grabbed a sandwich and an apple and were about to rush out to have time to set up Lupinâs prank when Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped you.
âThe radio in Snapeâs class, whoâs bloody idea was that?â Fred and George pointed to you and Ron responded with a high five.
As you three left you could hear Hermione reprimanding Ron for encouraging you.
Lupinâs class took time to set up, but he always took lunch in his office and rarely opened the door.
The three of you placed a tiny device in the center of the floor, rushed out of the classroom, and waited.
You heard a loud BANG and then a stream of curses before running off to hide.
By the time you three returned for class, a student had opened the door to find Lupin taking refuge at the staircase and yelling that class was cancelled for the day and to read Chapter 17!
This brings us to Flitwickâs class.
The plan for his had already been enacted. Since when the three of you stepped into his class, he was clutching onto  Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and yelling out instructions while also asking that someone help him down.
You three took pity halfway through class and found a ladder for him to use.
The four pranks had gone off without a hitch, now you just needed to pull of dinner and everything would be perfect.
Fred and George snuck into the kitchens and as food was being prepared to go out, they placed a few drops of a specialized potion on about half of the platters.
So they reconvened with you at dinner.
You each sat there, and then you waited as people dug into their food.
After about thirty seconds the chaos you had been waiting for occurred. Half the Great Hall turned into various zoo creatures, all frantically running around the tables and crashing into people. The human half of the hall was torn between laughing and running.
They ultimately settled on running.
As everyone cleared out of the hall, the students were ushered back to their respective dorms, and the three of you escaped to the kitchens.
As soon as the portrait entrance was closed, the three of you looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
âAHAHAHAHA- OH that was BRILLIANT!â You half screamed.
âDid you see the look on Sprouts face when Snape turned into a peacock? A PEACOCK!â Fred screeched, nearly on the floor.
âI donât know if we could ever outdo that!â George replied, who was on the floor.
Eventually the three of you calmed down and you caught your breath to reply.
âKnowing you two, you could. Before we leave, come on. I got you something.â
You brought them over to a table in the middle of the kitchens where two cupcakes and a CD player was set up, along with around 10 CDs next to it.
âI completely forgot about that!â Fred exclaimed.
âThank you so much!â George and Fred leaned down a little to hug you at the same time.
âUh, guys, getting a little crushed here.â
âRight, sorry.â George detangled himself from the hug.
âIâm not, gonna keep crushing you.â Fred squeezed tighter.
You laughed and hugged him back.
âHappy Birthday.â
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I was scared to come out and ask you out because I didnât know our entire friend group was gay but I definitely know now???
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We broke up but I found the letters you wrote me before that and I still love you so wanna get back together? (did I copy this from one specific fic I read? Possibly.)
Ok! Buckle in your seatbelts, yâall! This is gonna be a MASSIVELY LONG THING! Also @61-flaming-sour-cherry-scones I love your url. Just getting that out there. Modern AU, btw. Also does this end in December, 2019, conveniently avoiding COVID? Possibly! :)
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Jack didnât mean to find that box, but in his defense, it was not hidden well. Just in the back of his closet, which he hadnât cleaned out since... damn. Since the breakup.
And Jack was fine with said breakup, by the way. Him and Davey werenât right together anymore.
And Jack didnât smile less, or work himself harder as a distraction, or whatever bullshit his brothers, mom, and all his friends said.
If Davey never texted first anymore, or barely even talked when friends asked him to hang out or whatever, that was none of Jackâs business.
Jack had texted Davey exactly once since the breakup, because Elmer had told him that he had an anxiety attack in a bar, which he was only there in the first place because he was designated driver.
Davey had said he was fine, and that meant he was, right?
Davey had not mentioned anything about leaving a shoebox in Jackâs closet. As a matter of fact, he hadnât mentioned it, ever.
Did it sting that Jackâs ex had kept a secret box of... something? from him? Maybe. Whatever the case, Jack was curious by nature, and he was definitely opening the box.
It was... letters? Sealed letters in envelopes, the earliest one on the very top, in one corner of the box. The only thing written on it was a date; September 7th, 2011.
That would be... 8th grade? Probably the first day of school? Jack was super confused. Still, he opened the letter.
Dear Jack Kelly,
I know this is terrible and corny and Iâm probably going to shred this letter with the pocket knife Sarah got for our last birthday, but I had to write it down somewhere.
I think Iâm gay. Specifically, gay for you. And I know thatâs weird, I canât stop thinking about you. Youâre like the living personification of the moon. (Not the sun. Iâve never understood why people compare their crush to the sun. Nobody likes looking directly at that.) You saw me sitting alone before school and you took me in. I mean it. You brought me over to your friend group and said I was a new kid who was going to be your friend now, and the whole group just adopted me without questioning it. All of you are so nice. At first I thought it was a trick, but then I saw you comforting Blink when he had a panic attack. (Also, Iâm still getting used to the nickname thing. Thatâs still weird and Iâm not sure how I feel about the one you gave me.) You were so gentle with him, Jack. You knew exactly how to calm him down and you were so patient with him while you helped Mush drive the fear away. I didnât think boys our age knew how to be like that. I do now, because of you. Well, and because of Race being, well, Race. I donât think anyone could mistake him for a bully. Or Crutchie. Or Romeo. Heck, most of your group is just so nice I can barely believe it. I think Iâll bring Saz to meet you tomorrow. She already made a friend, but she said that this girl, Katherine, said she already knows you. Maybe we can all be friends.
I really wish we could be more, but I know that would never work. I canât tell anyone Iâm gay. Youâd think Iâm a freak. But since youâll never read this, I can admit it here: I have a massive crush on you, Jack Kelly.
Sincerely, David Davey
Jack was not going to let himself cry about a letter written in 8th fucking grade. He was, however, very confused about why it was in his closet.
A letter from before Davey was out of the closet found in the closet. If Jack wasnât so goddamn depressed, he would appreciate the irony.
The next letter was dated: September 24th, 2011.
Dear Jack,
Weâre all friends now. Gotta say, I already canât imagine my life without you and the other guys. And maybe I didnât meet Kath that first day, but sheâs probably my best friend, besides you, of course. Sheâs the only other one with brain cells, besides maybe Specs. Us three had to talk you and the others out of riding a shopping cart Albert stole from Walmart down a hill yesterday. Honestly, would it kill you to be a little smarter? I know for a fact you can be, Jack Kelly. You and the others actually have a fair amount of brain cells each when apart. Itâs only when the only group gets together that you all do stupid stuff.
I didnât shred the first letter. I think maybe Iâll keep these and we can look back someday and laugh about me having a crush on you in middle school. Donât worry. Iâll find a way to get over it before it ruins our friendship.
I honestly donât see how Iâd survive losing you, Jack. So, please, do me a favor and keep being oblivious to how I really feel about you until I digest those butterflies you give me.
Sincerely, Davey
Damn. Reading that was like a punch to the chest and Jack had to take a deep breath before moving on to the next letter.
The next few were just mundane stuff. Little notes on how Jack laughed or interacted with certain friends or whatever. The way he painted each friend something little for the holidays and how they all had a picnic potluck for Thanksgiving.
Then he got to one that was different: January 22nd, 2012. It was written in a panicked, hurried script.
Oh, damn. Jack remembered what this was about. What happened January of 8th grade.
Dear Jack,
Somethingâs wrong. Youâre on my couch right now, crying. I donât know whatâs going on, but youâre trying to put on a brave face for Les and failing miserably. Medda didnât have time to say much when she dropped you, Crutchie, Race, and Romeo off, so all I really know is that Blink is in the hospital and sheâs gonna pick up Mush before going to see him. Crutchie is trying to comfort you, by the way, but heâs crying nearly as much as you are. Race and Ro are in shock, I think. They havenât said much. Sarahâs making them hot cocoa. Iâm in my room, writing this really quick because I donât know what I can do. Youâre so good at comforting people, but I donât know how. I wish I knew how you did it. I think Iâll go try one of the things Iâve seen you do with panic attacks. Itâs got to be better than nothing.
The rest was calmer, clearly written later.
It turns out Blink is in the hospital because his dad put him there. And he wouldnât be alive at all if he didnât call Mush in a panic right when he heard him get home. Mush called the cops and they barely got there in time. Blink was already half-dead when they did, but they managed to keep him alive long enough to get an ambulance. God, I donât want to think about what wouldâve happened if theyâd been just a little bit slower.
Medda called you a couple hours ago to let us all know that Blink is in bad shape, but heâs gonna be okay. Sheâs gonna try to file for custody of him, but Mushâs mom is gonna try, too, just to give him twice as much chance of staying with us. His dad is in jail, but you and me agree that he deserves to die for what he did. In the selfie Blink made Mush send the group chat, there was more bandage visible on his face than skin. It made me so damn angry, but I didnât show it because you were so angry you almost punched a hole in my wall.
Iâve made a decision, Jack. I canât be separate from the group anymore. I always hang with Kath off to the side where we can intervene as the voices of reason if needed, but Iâm not going to do that anymore, because I. can. not. do this again. I want our friends to trust me like they trust you so maybe if one of them is in a house with a dad that would beat them within an inch of their life, theyâll tell me and I can get them out.
I guess that means Iâll have to get better at lying. Iâve been staying separate mostly to hide my crush. And I think Iâm pretty good at that, but being right at the center of things, with you? Iâll have to be careful to make sure no one notices. Especially not you. I hope I can pull it off.
You definitely arenât making it easy on me, are you? Youâre passed out in my bed, for heavenâs sake. But itâs fine. This is fine. Iâm fine.
Sincerely, Davey
Jack remembered that night as one of the worst of his life. Heâd thought Blink was dead by how Mush sounded when he called. And even though it turned out he wasnât, he was going to be okay even if he lost an eye, after Jackâs childhood, heâd always hated when he couldnât protect the people he loved.
Davey had been the one to reach him in that bad place he fell back to, the one where people he loved, kids he considered his little brothers, were getting hurt. Davey had pulled him out of there, and though it would take Jack months to realize it, that was the day he started to fall in love with him.
The next Monday, though, Jack had tried to give him space. Knowing how intimidating it all had to seem, he wasnât sure if Davey would bail on them.
But he didnât. Jack had never stopped appreciating how Davey had seen the darkness under the innocent, normal friendship and stayed anyway.
The next few letters were mostly a lot of pining on Daveyâs side as he struggled to integrate himself more deeply into the group.
Jack still remembered that shift, how once Davey earned the othersâ trust, Jack had gone from being the only one everyone was relying on to half of a pair that a lot of their friends had jokingly called âmom and dad.â
It was kind of sad, knowing that for most of them, Jack and Davey gave them more love and attention than their actual parents did, but the two of them would have to doâand they had. For a long time, the two of them were an unstoppable duo of hugs and snacks and homework help.
The letter from June 15th, 2012, had weird spots on it, almost like... almost like tear-marks. It was shorter than the previous ones.
Dear Jack,
Saz just came bouncing into my room to announce that sheâs going with you to the Eighth Grade Dance.
I donât know why Iâm sad about it. I knew you and me would never be a thing.
But it still hurts, Jackie. It hurts so much.
Iâm going with the rest of the group, just as friends. No one has dates except you, and I think maybe Romeo.
Jack knew for a fact that Blink and Mush had gone together because he remembered accidentally walking in on their first kiss, but apparently, Davey hadnât known that.
Les is knocking on my door, so Iâm gonna have to drop my math textbook on the floor really loudly so I can tell him Iâm crying because I fell.
Sincerely, Davey
There wasnât another letter until 4 months later, Octobe 16th, 2012.
Dear Jack,
So. Something weird just happened. Saz just came into my room and said sheâs not going with you to Homecoming because youâre going with Kath. I tried to comfort her, but she didnât seem sad about it?
She asked me if I wanted to go with anyone and seemed surprised I said I didnât. (Not like Iâm telling her a part of me wishes I could go with you.) Then she mentioned that Blink and Mush are going together, and I donât see why she cares because if you donât have a date why not go with a friend, right? Why do girls have to be so confusing?
Sincerely, Davey
Oh. Oh, God.
By the beginning of freshman year, Blink and Mush hadnât been the only gay couple in their friend group.
Albert and Finch had gotten together over the summer, and so had Smalls and Sniper.
Romeo and Specs were in the âflirting terriblyâ phase, and though Jack didnât know it at the time, Race was already sneaking around with Spot by that point.
Ike had asked Hotshot to that Homecoming, though they wouldnât officially become boyfriends until almost a year later, Buttons and Elmer became official at that dance, and Jojo and Mike had that falling out because of misread signals towards the end of it.
Hell, Jack only went to that dance with Kath because she couldnât let her parents know she was actually going with Saz.
Homecoming freshman year was... eventful, to say the least.
And Davey had known exactly none of this. That... explained a lot.
Being only freshmen, none of the couples were exactly casual in their relationships. They didnât kiss in front of people, and a few were too embarrassed to so much as sit next to each other at lunch. With the ones who werenât embarrassed, it still honestly wasnât much more than the affection they all already showed among friends.
God, if Jack had known how scared Davey was to come out, as he said in the next few letters, he would have... what? Told him he loved him right then and there? Probably not, but he would have done something differently.
The next really significant letter was dated December 11th 12th, 2012.
Dear Jack,
I have no idea what to think.
Iâm in the bathroom right now, and itâs just after midnight on 12/12/12. You and your brothers threw a party in case the world ended with the whole friend group. It was kind of like a New Yearâs party, but with a lot more cynical talk about the coming apocalypse and bet placing on what said apocalypse would be. Towards the end, we all got caught up in the drama and sleep-deprivation and started giving speeches about how much we loved each other. It was cringy, but in a good way? Iâm sure weâll laugh about it someday.
Or maybe we wonât. Because I have no idea what to think anymore.
Oh, shit. This was the part Jack was kind of dreading reading.
Iâve been terrified to come out because I thought Iâd get kicked out of the group if you guys knew I was gay.
Which was why it was such a shock when the countdown to midnight ended and half my friends kissed friends of the same gender.
Jack remembered yelling at them to break it up. Heâd been so busy being exasperated with his kids that he hadnât even noticed Davey had slipped away until Crutchie pointed it out.
It was quick, so I donât think I could name all the pairs if I tried, but I definitely saw Sarah kiss Kath, which, honestly, explains a lot.
I canât help but wonder... Why didnât anyone tell me? How long has this been going on? Has it been since the beginning and I was just too oblivious to see it?
Oh my God. Now that Iâm looking for it, I canât stop seeing it. The way Blink is defensive and angry all the time and heâs soft for Mush. The way Sarah hates spending time on her hair and sheâll sit for hours letting Kath try out styles on her. The way Buttons and Elmer just do little things for each other every day. None of them are subtle and I am an idiot.
Jack had to laugh at that.
Does this mean I should come out, too? I know now no one would judge me for it, but... I donât want to mess things up. I love our friends, and I donât want to lose them. If I lost them, now, it would be because I like you, specifically. Would you be disgusted with me if I told you?
âNo,â Jack whispered, before remembering that this was 14-year-old Davey, and he wasnât here.
I like to think you wouldnât be, but I canât risk it. If I lose you, I lose all of them. And if I have doubts about if I could live through losing you, I definitely canât survive losing everyone. I love them all so much. I love you.
Jack sucked in a breath. As far as he knew, this was the first time Davey had ever said anywhere that he loved Jack.
But I canât tell you that. So if I come out, it definitely wonât be by saying who I like.
Love, Davey
Jack totally wasnât crying as he reached for the next letter. It was just current events, random stuff. There were certainly a lot of letters, werenât there? Davey had documented everything, from Jack attempting to teach him to draw, to the time they both auditioned for the school play, to that time they had to talk Jojo off a ledge when he realized he loved Mike. That one was short but bad. (Honestly, Jack still hated Jojoâs super religious parents for that. Fuck Jojoâs parents.)
Davey did come out in a letter from almost six months later, but it wasnât until Homecoming sophomore year that things started getting really interesting.
Dear Jack,
I honestly might never talk to you again outside these letters. Sarahâs banging on my door telling me to, and Iâm quoting her here, âopen the fuck up, David Jacobs.â Momâs yelling back at her to watch her language. Theyâre now having a screamed bitching match in the hallway.
Long story short, we were at Homecoming and you asked me to dance. My brain kind of short-circuited, but I said yes right as a slow song came on. Shockingly, you didnât seem to mind, and you danced with me to Photograph by Ed Sheeran.
Oh, God, Jack remembered that song. It had been their song. He still couldnât listen to it anymore.
You were singing along to it and smiling at me. It was really sweet, and it was kind of my dream, to be honest, and I guess I lost all control of my body for a second because I kissed you during the last chorus and I didnât stop kissing you until the end of the song.
Jack remembered that like it was yesterday, because it was their first kiss. It was a million perfect colors exploding across Jackâs brain and feelings he could barely identify swirling into a moment more beautiful than any painting he could ever create.
Then a faster song came on and I donât know if anyone saw, but I really hope they didnât because if they did that means they saw what happened next. Which is: I ran away. I ran all the way to my car and drove home and locked myself in my room. Sarah came home not 5 minutes later, so I think she knows, but it doesnât matter. I donât know how I can face you after this. In hindsight I think you were kissing me back, and if you were that means I just ran out on you and it probably hurt when I did. If not, thatâs even worse because I kissed you and you probably just didnât pull away out of pity.
Holy shit, I think youâre here, now. I can hear you outside my door with Saz, and maybe Kath, too. Sheâs trying to calm her down, which, honestly, good luck, Kath. Wait. No. Shit. I guess being her girlfriend has its benefits. Itâs just you, now. Youâre talking really softly, but I canât understand you through the door. This is why we enunciate, Jackie.
Jack rolled his eyes on reflex.
Iâm still pretty scared, but I think Iâm gonna open the door. Scratch that, Iâm definitely gonna open it. If you yell at me, Iâll probably yell right back. Funny, isnât it? How I never would have done that before meeting you? If we have a huge fight, remember that youâre the one who taught me not to censor myself. David never would have even opened that door, but Davey is your monster. Good luck. Iâve out-argued you before, Jackie, so youâll need it.
I should stop stalling and open the damn door.
If you break my heart, Jack Kelly, Iâm going to kill you.
Love, Davey
Reading that last sentance, Jack froze.
If you break my heart, Jack Kelly, Iâm going to kill you.
Time was a bitch, because by all accounts, they were both broken-hearted, now.
Jack wiped away his tears and realized there was a little bit more writing.
P.S. I guess you get to live, Jackie, because we had a talk and you kissed me again and now weâre together. Like, boyfriends. I canât stop smiling. Itâs stupid. Iâm probably not going to sleep tonight and itâs all your fault because my stomach is full of butterflies and I canât stop thinking about how much I love you.
Jack didnât let himself process that, going for the next letter instead.
Oh, shit. November 1st, 2013. This was going to be a bad one. Still, Jack took a deep breath and started reading.
Dear Jack,
Well, today was emotionally draining. (Halloween was fun, but what came after definitely is not.) Itâs already past midnight, but itâs okay because Iâm sleeping over at your house tonight. After Saz and I explained the situation, Mom and Dad agreed we should. God, said situation it makes me so angry.
Katherineâs parents kicked her out. They found out about her and Sarah, made her pack a bag, and tossed her away like she was nothing.
Sheâs 16. Sheâs a goddamn child like the rest of us. How could they do that to her? I guess itâs good sheâs out of that environment, where she has to hide who she is and walk on eggshells with every conversation, but sheâs on your couch right now, crying so hard she canât even drink the tea Medda made her. Sarah and you are trying to calm her down, but I hate seeing her like this. Kath always seems kind of unshakable, like nothing anyone says will get to her. Iâve never seen her this broken. Judging by the look youâre giving me from across the room, you havenât, either.
You think Iâm making a grocery list. Medda told me to, seeing as how sheâs busy helping clean out your guest room, Saz is on âshoulder to cry onâ duty, and Iâm the only boy who lives with a girl. Kath didnât get to pack much more than a couple of outfits and her toothbrush.
You know what? Fuck it. You and me are her parents, now. Youâre good with that, right? Weâre already stand-in Mom and Dad for several of our friendsâwhatâs one more? Ha ha, you and me have so much practice already that we are going to be great parents for real one day.
Jack sucked in a breath. Real parents? As in, the two of them staying together long enough to have kids?
Wow. That is wildly inappropriate to think about when weâre literally a couple of 15-year-olds. Also, it makes me think about how Kath is technically a few months older, but whatever. I guess I should actually make that grocery list, now, and stop daydreaming about a hypothetical future while one of our kids now is sobbing across the room from me.
Love, Davey
Davey had never even told Jack he wanted kids.
Sure, they were both a little young for that, but in the future..? Jack had always been scared that he wouldnât be a good dad, after never having a good dad, himself, but sophomore year Davey was right. He had gotten a fair amount of practice with his friends.
That night, when Kath showed up at the Larkin house, crying so hysterically the makeup from her Halloween costume was running and saying she didnât know where else to go, Davey was the first person Jack called. Him and Sarah had shown up not fifteen minutes later, probably having been lucky not to pick up a speeding ticket (or you know, gotten arrested for underage driving without an adult) on the way.
15-year-old Davey was right. That night was the most broken Jack had ever seen Katherine. Even if it had worked out okay in the end, with Kath staying with them and being their new sister in every way but on paper, Jack still kind of wanted to throat-punch her parents.
It was... oddly comforting, to know that Davey felt the same. He hadnât shown it back then, knowing Kath needed him calm, but... to be honest, Jack would have feared an angry Davey Jacobs more than an angry Jack Kelly. Youâd get punched by an angry Jack, but an angry Davey? He was smart enough to burn down your world. Jack smirked, thinking about how lucky the Pulitzers were that Davey possessed impulse control.
Most of the rest of the letters were just Davey talking about their relationship as it evolved or recounting whatever drama happened to be going on, (with one in the middle of junior year that was basically just âwtf Race is secretly dating Spot Conlon???â) because as the only group of out gays in the school, a few of whom happened to be in not-so-good homes, there was always drama.
Then came the stress of senior year, SATs, and college applications. Davey and Jack had a few fights, which were all well documented here. 17-year-old Jack and Davey hadnât known that those fights were the beginning of the end.
The letter dated June 5th, 2016 was the one that finally made Jack cry for real .
Dear Jack,
Weâre fighting again. We have before, but this time, itâs actually serious.
I get that youâre going to school in Santa Fe and Iâm staying in New York. Whatâdid you expect me to follow you all the way across the country? Iâm not asking you to stay, because that wouldnât be fair of me. Youâve got dreams and a scholarship to an art school and that is great. Iâm happy for you. But Iâm not going with you, because why would I? Iâve got dreams, too. Did you think I would put my life on hold for you?
We canât stay kids forever, Jackie. Growing up means things change. I thought you knew that. Our friends are spreading out across the country and most of the couples arenât going to be in the same state. Hell, Specs is going to Harvard in Massachusetts and Romeo is moving to Hollywood to go try his luck and theyâre not having problems. If your own brother can do the long-distance thing, why canât you?
Iâm scared, too. I donât want to lose you, either. I know doing a long-distance thing wonât be easy, but when was the last time either of us gave up just because it was hard? Jackie, if I wanted something easy, I would have bailed after we almost lost Blink. My love for you aside, I didnât because thatâs. not. me. I fight for what I love. And I know you do, too, so... so fight for me. I need to know you love me enough to fight for me, Jackie.
I know you. When you want somethingâreally want it, there is not a force in this world that can stop you from fighting for it. I love you, Jack Kelly. Iâm not going to stop fighting for you, so please donât stop fighting for me.
Love, Davey
Jack choked on a sob. Heâd failed. Davey had asked him to fight for him and he failed.
Sure, he hadnât known that Davey wanted him to fight for him, but... God, if he had...
Jack would have fought, would have walked through hell, would have done anything to keep Davey by his side.
He still loved Davey, no matter what heâd been telling himself since the breakup, and... And he needed to read the rest of these letters. Even if Davey started hating him when the fighting got really bad or wrote about what he was feeling during it.
Shit. There werenât that many more. The remaining letters were spread out somewhere between high school graduation and when Jack and Davey broke up; a year and a half ago, and... and those would probably be the hardest ones to read
Jack waited a bit until the tears had stopped before opening the one from November 20th, 2016.
Dear Jack,
I havenât wrote one of these in a while. College has been a bitch, but also...
You and me barely talk anymore. We text each other memes about once a week, (donât worry. you still know exactly how to make me laugh with those dumb little shitposts.) but we donât really talk. I canât remember the last time we FaceTimed. I miss you, but I donât know how to say it anymore.
Iâm thinking about this because itâs Thanksgiving break. Of course, itâs good to see everyone. Kath got home this morning. I didnât realize how much Iâd missed her. Elmer texted me a couple minutes ago that heâs an hour away. Of course that dumbass is driving all the way from Michigan. Iâm sure weâll both have more than enough words for him when you get back because youâre flying in tonight.
I donât know how I feel about that. I should be excited, but... I donât think Iâve been this nervous about anything involving you since I ran away after our first kiss. I think I preferred it last year, when we were fighting, because even when we were pissed at each other, at least we were communicating.
You remember when we were kids and you always knew exactly what to say exactly when someone needed to hear it? How you helped calm down Kath when she got kicked out, talked Jojo off a roof, and convinced Spot to tell Race he loved him? It was amazing. I never quite mastered that. I usually know what to do, just never how to voice it. But this time, I donât even know what to do. Weâre not on the same page anymore. I donât think weâre even in the same book.
Jack took a shaky breath. He and Davey hadnât been on the same page. And Jack definitely hadnât known what to say to him, either. They werenât the unstoppable duo theyâd been in high school.
But... damn. Those things Davey had mentioned him doing? He couldnât have done those alone. For all of those, he had needed Davey there, helping him. Maybe that was why it was so hard, being there for anyone since the breakup.
I hate how five years of being an unstoppable duo can be undone in only four months, and it wasnât even by fighting. If it was a fight, we could solve it, you and me vs. the problem. But thereâs no fight, no problem. Itâs just you and me and the growing chasm between us.
You know what? Itâs probably just the distance messing with us. Weâll be fine. We just need some time together. Thanksgiving will be good for us. And Iâm flying out to Santa Fe for the winter holidays to spend it with you, so thatâll be good, too.
Iâm gonna text you right now. Your flight probably wonât be leaving for another hour or so, so we can talk. Get back in rhythm.
I still donât know what to say. I guess Iâll just ask about how hot Santa Fe is in winter and we can go from there. Hereâs hoping this makes things get less awkward.
Love, Davey
Jack remembered that text conversation with Davey in the airport. He remembered how much hope it had given him, and how after Jack went back to Santa Fe when the holiday was over, how much better Davey and him had been. That Christmas/Hanukkah had been great, especially considering most of Jackâs classmates were at home and theyâd had the dorm to themselves.
Of course their friends and families had known that was why Jack didnât come home that year, and he distinctly remembered getting texts from all three of his brothers on Christmas morning asking if Davey was good in bed, but that was besides the point.
The next several letters were from their second wind, the rest of the school year. And yeah, they were hard to read, but they brought back happy memories. Even only seeing each other over breaks and computer screens, it seemed that Davey was happy, too. For a while, it had seemed that Jack could have his dreams of art school in Santa Fe and the love of his life.
Then, of course, during that summer of staying together at whichever house more often than not, they started fighting again. Over nothing. Over stupid things. Over who loaded the dishwasher wrong and who said he was going to pick Les up from his friendâs house.
Then they started fighting over big things. Over harsh words Jack never meant and judging by these letters, Davey didnât meant, either.
August 2nd, 2017:
Dear Jack,
I fucked up. We just had a big fight, I said a bunch of things I didnât mean, and like an idiot, I let you leave for the airport without apologizing. Now, youâre acting like your phone is already on airplane mode even though I know for a fact your flight doesnât leave for another hour. Also, I can see that youâve read all of my texts, you moron, so I know youâre just ignoring me.
Aw, hell, I donât even blame you. I said some really bad things. I said you love your art more than me, and I know thatâs not true. I know youâd never prioritize material things over the people you love, because Jackie, you prioritize those people who have earned your loyalty over everything, including your own mental and physical health. I know because it annoys the hell out of me, how you never give yourself a break. Theyâre all adults now, Jackie. They donât need us as much anymore and you never stop acting like they do.
I shouldnât be angry with you for that. I know with your childhood, trying to protect Crutchie, Race, and Romeo and sometimes failing, you still feel like you have to save everyone. Itâs how youâre wired and I love that about you. I wouldnât change it if I could. I just wish youâd stop running yourself into the ground to do it.
Is this it? I already feel like weâre on borrowed time, here. Sarah says she thought we were going to break up last year. Kath says sheâs sure itâs not that bad. (theyâre talking about it very loudly in the hallway. or maybe theyâre arguing. who knows?) Les just said that my mom said nobody marries their high school sweetheart. (thanks, Mom.)
I think even if we never said it, thatâs what we were both hoping for. I know you, Jackie. Iâve watched your favorite romcoms and Disney movies. I know you want the perfect fairytale relationship with the whole package of âand they get married and have kids and live happily ever after.â And I want that, too. I really wanted it with you. Ugh! I still want it with you! I canât imagine any alternate universe where I donât want that with you!
Itâs probably inappropriate to think about all that. Weâre nineteen. Weâre not even old enough to drink yet and weâre definitely too young for me to be thinking about marrying you.
Jack inhaled sharply. Oh, God. He was going to cry again.
But for the record... I do want to. I want everything with you and I cannot imagine any circumstance, any extreme, any bad breakup where I stop wanting that.
Just to be safe, though, in case something I canât foresee happens and I never say it again...
I love you, Jack Kelly. I have loved you from the first day I met you and I canât see anything happening in any version of reality that makes me stop loving you. Youâre still like the living personification of the moon to me and no matter how much you piss me off, Jackie, your glow doesnât fade. You shined a light on the parts of me afraid of judgement and taught me to shine, too, despite them.
Iâve never loved anyone the way I love you and I probably never will. I just need you to know that.
Love, Davey
Jack was already crying, but he panicked as he realized there was only two more letters.
A part of him wanted to wait. These were words Davey hadnât spoken to him. These were the last pieces of Davey that were still Jackâs.
But he needed to know. Were these letters from before they actually broke up? After? Had Davey been wrong in the previous letter and heâd stoped loving Jack?
There were no dates on the envelopes. Still, Jack had to know. He took a deep breath and opened the second-to-last one, the paper covered in old, dried tear marks.
Dear Jack,
We had another stupid fight and we tried to fix it but that just ended in more yelling. Thatâs happened a few times before, now, but this time, it was different.
Oh, no. This must be from the big one Spring Break of their sophomore year of college.
Jack had come home for the break, it had been great to see his friends, but then he and Davey had started fighting. Like, really fighting. Worse than they ever had before.
And then there was the big one. It was two days before Jack flew back to Santa Fe. It was the one where they actually broke up.
This time, you told me to leave. And I kind of yelled at you to just go back to Santa Fe as you shoved me out the door. Then you yelled that if I wanted you to fly away so badly, I shouldnât bother visiting again and you slammed the door in my face.
I think we just broke up. Iâd be angry about it if I wasnât so damn sad.
God, this is messed up. I know youâre alone on your bed with those stupid Star Wars sheets youâve had since you were twelve and you locked the door because you donât want anyone to see you cry. Thinking about that makes me want to run right back there and say Iâm sorry.
I wanted to do that the second I got back to my parentsâ house, but they convinced me not to. Sarah yelled at them for it. She said I had to make my own decision. They said Iâm too emotional to think clearly. Theyâre right, of course, which is why Iâm here writing this and not on my way back to your momâs house already.
Now, Les is the only one outside my door. Are Crutchie, Race, Romeo, or Kath outside yours? Les is trying to guilt me into opening the door by telling me he cancelled a date for me. Iâm not weirded out at all by the fact that my baby brother has way more game than I did when I was fourteen.
Are we really done, Jackie? For good? I keep waiting to hear you out in the hallway. And probably Kath, because sheâs a better driver than you. I canât keep thinking about this. Iâm just gonna to go to sleep.
Davey
Jack wiped his eyes furiously. There was one more letter and he needed to read it, consequences be damned.
This last letter was probably from when Davey cooled down. Maybe the next morning or something. If he didnât hate Jack while he was emotional and raw from the initial breakup, he might in this letter. But Jack opened it, anyway.
My Dearest Jack,
We really are broken up. You havenât called me, but I got a very angry text-rant from Crutchie (for which he apologized 10 minutes later) which basically boiled down to him saying I broke your heart. Romeo called me, said âdude, not cool,â then hung up. Race and Medda seem to be trying to see both sides, and though Kath did tell me that the last few months have been like âlistening to mom and dad fight downstairs,â sheâs not offering any advice. I think she and Sarah are waiting for me to come to them.
Iâm so sorry, Jackie. I know this is mostly my fault. Still, I canât make the first move. Donât forget: I know you. Youâre more concerned with other peopleâs feelings than yours, so if I ask you to take me back and you do it, I canât be sure you didnât just do it for me. If we ever get back together, it has to be because you want it, too. However, I know you wonât even consider we could get back together unless I give you a sign, which is why Iâm leaving you my letters.
You went back to Santa Fe two weeks ago and Iâm finally stable enough to come get my stuff from your house and drop off what little you left in my room. While Iâm there, Iâm gonna hide this somewhere. I guess weâll both have to pray no one else in your family finds it. That would be awkward.
When you find this, I want you to think long and hard about what you want, Jackie. I want you to make a decision for you. Goddammit, think about yourself first for once.
If you fight for me, I want you to do it because itâs what you really want. That fairytale romcom ending with me is still yours if you play your cards right. (Donât think I forgot all the hurtful things you said to me, even if Iâm 70% sure you didnât mean them.) It might take... I dunno, therapy or something, but I still think we can fix this. It wonât be easy, but neither is love. Neither is our entire messed-up, broken group of friends.
I used to think Iâd lose all of them if I lost you. Maybe I would have, if Iâd messed up like this in 8th grade. But now, I know I wonât, because theyâre all blowing up my phone as much as Iâm sure theyâre blowing up yours, asking if Iâm okay. I see now that they need me as much as I need them. And they still need you, too, even if you do need to accept a little more that weâre all grown-ups now.
Where was I going with this? I had a point.
I guess all thereâs left to say is that if you still want that perfect ending with meâgetting married and having kids and having them call all our friends âauntieâ and âuncleââfight for it. Loving someone the way Iâm in love with you doesnât happen twice, so Iâm not going anywhere. You know where to find me.
You probably wonât find this for a while. Hell, youâre not even coming home again until summer break. But thatâs probably a good thing. It gives us both some time to cool off and think.
So think, Jackie. Think long and hard and make a choice. Fight for me or donât. In case I never get a chance to say it in person again...
I love you, Jack Kelly.
Love, Davey
Oh shit.
Davey left this in Jackâs closet a year and a half ago. Heâd probably expected Jack to find it that summer. In fact, he probably thought Jack had found it and just decided not to fight for him.
Jack still wanted to fight for him. He had no doubts about that.
But did his have to discover this box now? When he was leaving for Santa Fe to finish his senior year tomorrow?
Fuck it. Even if it had been almost two years, even if there was a high chance Davey wasnât waiting for him anymore, he still had to do this
Driving to the Jacobs house right then and there was probably the stupidest thing Jack had ever done, and that was including riding that Walmart shopping cart Albert stole down a hill in 8th grade with Race, Romeo, and Albert when Davey, Kath, and Specs werenât there to stop them.
Sarah was the one who opened the door, and she... Jack hadnât talked to Saz since the breakup, since sheâd been staying mad at him out of solidarity. Honestly, he was now realizing that heâd missed her nearly as much as heâd missed Davey. Theyâd been good friends, once upon a time.
Now, she glared at him, âThe fuck are you doing here, Kelly?â
âI...â Jack honestly couldnât think of a good way to explain this, âIs he home?â
Sarah snorted, âWhat? After a year and a half, youâve finally come to your senses and realized youâll never find another one like my brother?â
âI never planned on anyone like him in the first place,â Jack snapped, âDavey was always... even back in middle school... You think Iâd ever believe I could find someone else like that? Iâm dumb, Saz, but I ainât stupid. I always knew I was givinâ up on forever when I didnât try to get him back, but... but I thought he didnât want me anymore.â
Sarah froze, then leaned against the doorframe, laughing kind of hopelessly, âYou are stupid, Jack Kelly, if you think my brother wasnât totally gone for you and totally broken-hearted when you didnât try to fight for him.â
Jack definitely had an oh shit moment, âWait, do you know? About the..?â
âThe box of letters he left you? Yeah. He told me last year, after you left for junior year without coming for him.â
Jack took the last letter out of his pocket, âI just found it.â
Saz took a second to process that before motioning for Jack to come in, shouting up the stairs, âDavey! Get your butt down here!â
Les, sitting at the kitchen table, looked up from his sandwich, âHoly shit. Jack?â
âHi, kid,â Jack said, trying not to be weirded out by how the now-16-year-old was taller than him.
âDavey?â Sarah yelled again, clearly impatient.
âAlright, alright! God, Saz, what couldnât wait 10 seââ That was when Davey looked up, seeing Jack in his kitchen.
âThat couldnât wait,â Sarah said pointedly, âLes, letâs go... not be here.â
âIf I eat in my room, Momâll kill me,â Les said, picking up his sandwich, anyway.
âEat in my room, then.â
Jack and Davey were silent until the other two Jacobs siblings were upstairs.
âWhy are you here, Jack?â
Jack had to take a deep breath before he responded, âWhen was the last time you went somewhere besides school if somebody didnât drag you out of the house?â
âWhat?â
âDo the people who love you say youâve changed? Do they keep saying they need a designated driver only to try to get you drinking and dancing like itâll make you smile?â
âWhat are youââ
âAre there songs you canât listen to? Movies you canât watch? Have you so much as called someone back when they gave you their number?â
âJack,â Davey looked at the ceiling, âWhatâs this about?â
âYou once said you wouldnât put your life on hold for me,â Jack said, âAnd you were right not to. I can be overprotective, sometimes. No one should put their dreams on hold because of a lover, but... my dreams are the only thing I havenât put on hold, Dave. I ainât been living since I lost you. Not really. And when our friends all said I was smilinâ less, I never let myself think about it, because if I did, Iâd have to think about how much I was still hurtinâ over you.â
Davey laughed sady, âJack, if you really wanted me, you would have fought for me a long time ago, soââ
âYouâre talkinâ about the letters?â Jack asked, holding up the one he had on him, âDavey... I just found them. Today.â
Davey was silent, his face completely unreadable. Jack was holding his breath.
âJack Kelly,â he finally smiled, âI should have known you would take this long to clean out your damn closet.â
âI think you spent enough time in the closet for the both of us.â Jack joked.
Davey rolled his eyes, âVery funny, Jackie. Anyway... I donât think itâs any secret that we canât just pick up where we left off.â
âOf course not.â
âSo... coffee? If weâre trying again, Iâd prefer to take things slow.â
Jack nodded, âProbably a good thing Iâm going back to Santa Fe after tomorrow. That ainât enough time for us to do something weâll regret.â
âYeah, I guess mostly just texting is one way to take it slow... speaking of which, one of us should probably text the group chat.â
âOh yeah,â Jack grinned, âTheyâre gonna freak.â
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5. Share one of your strengths.I think Iâm good at getting feelings across to the audience? How a character feels, or reacts to things. Making characters Relatable â˘
13. Whatâs the best writing advice youâve ever come across?Thereâs probably so many I donât think of because Iâve taken them to heart, but the best one I can think of right now is âsaid isnât deadâ. Using too many action-y based words during dialogue can upset the flow, and itâs ok to use âsaidâ because its accurate, and not at all distracted. Iâm glad I was taught this after middle school tried to convince me otherwise.
37. Talk about your current wips. Oh boyâŚUhm! Lemme scroll through my googledoc and see what I even have started hah!Ok so there are a lot more than I realized, and some I havenât worked on in ages, but Iâll put âem here anyways! Iâll organize them by how much I have written for them. (itâll be âtitle (as they are in google docs. probs wont be actual title for most)â. fandom. description.)Just a rough idea (no words, only outline)(most ones here were thought up as me and @pundeservingâ texted):1. âDisneyâ. Mp100. Where Teru just really loves Disney movies and gets Mob to watch Bambi with him but its Sad so Teru has to help Mob not reach 100% sadness. It would be real cute n kinda gay2. âEmojisâ Mp100. A short hc based piece about how Teru would use So Many Emojis and Mob would only really use ascii emotes (teru: đđđ mob: :) :0 ). He basically uses them as punctuation at this point. After his Gay Awakening he gets worried that it seems too extra or flirty so he tries to cut back on using them but Mob picks up on that and gets worried like âwhy isnât hanazawa-kun using as many smilies? is he sick? is he mad at me?â He mentions it to teru and teru is like crying internally cause holy fuck?? he noticed smth so small like that???3. âritsu is an ok mom friendâ Mp100. Spawned from that âwhen a group of friends is formed, the mom friend emergesâ post. It was decided that Ritsu would try to be the most responsible of them all and thus the mom friend. (Teru does his own thing, Mob wouldnât wanna ruin the othersâ fun, and ShouâŚis Shou). Also spawned from a hc that, in short, is Teru and Shou would be Those Friends who would be real competitive and egg each other on and, if unsupervised, would be Bringers of Destruction). He has confiscated many âBad Idea Materials â.The story would just be Ritsu tryin to keep his friends safe heh. Direct quote from outline ââritsus always like! how the fuck! my guy! just stop this itâs like ur trying to get urself killed!!teru and shou just âwe areâ simultaneously and ritsu rly cant tell if its a joke but hes mildly concerned for a week afterââ. I think the part I really wanted to write is Shou sayin he had a Good Idea (read: bad idea) and then stops texting and Ritsus like âholy fuck did he dieâ and panics and Mob helps him calm down and they go check on him together and it turns out Shou just passed tf out because he is bad at sleeping like a normal human at normal human hours.4. WoY. I donât speak of it to anyone and therefore it doesnât exist. What fic? ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ 5. One that i have only written in my head, not even in googledocs yet. Mp100. Ritsu trying to be there for his bro throughout the arcs. After the teru fight, the mogami incident, etc.6. I also have a few in-my-head Mp100 ones based on the sexuality headcanons of mine I posted about the the other day. Really wanna write those tooPartially written ones:1. Su. It was gonna be one where Steven went to Centi and ranted to her about all the Shit that has gone down. That was a few steven bombs ago tho I could make him rant about Even More.2. âpossible sewuel to long ficâ. UT. A sequel to âThere Are Worse Things Than Being Alone, Like Being A Little Too Lateâ. It is a whopping 3 paragraphs, compared to its prequelâs 30 pages (20,000 words). I lost motivation, although I still do have scenes of it written in my brain.3. âpidge post seasonâ. VLD. My idea of where Pidge may have ended up after S1. Completely pointless now, although Iâm still wondering if it would be something interesting to post as a âwhat ifâ. Iâd have to finish it though and I am not particularly motivated since S2 came out. I just kinda wanted to make a cool fic about Pidge being lost on a water-based planet and trying to get their lion functional again with whatever was around so they could meet back up with the rest of voltron (also I wanted to make another nonbinary pidge fic for the tag cause those fics Give Me Life)4. âshou u little fucker open upâ. Mp100. A loose sequel to âMy Parents Should Have Taken Me Back for Repairs Before the Warranty Ran Outâ. Snippets of Shou bein relatable and Depressed and Ritsu helpin him out as he can. Written so far: depression meals aka being too down to go to the kitchen for food let alone going to the petstore to get your hamster more food so you text your best bro to get hamster food for you and tell him to feed ur pet for you and bein discrete enough that he thinks youre out of the house otherwise he might not do it cause theres no way in hell youre telling him you didnt do it yourself cause you didnt have the energy to get off the couch for like 20 hours5. âAwakeningâ. Mp100. I realllly wanna finish and post this one. Its based on those lines those claw guys said. âHQ sent an awakened bratâ âWhat? A kid went though that?â. Shou doesnât know how bad his dad is, he is young and loves his parents. He admired his dads powers. He wants to be like his dad. He doesnât know what it costs. (He is weak in power, and his dad wants him to be strong, an heir, so he takes him to a branch and has him tortirued to awaken his powers fully).Fully written (but in need of revision/Iâm uncertain of whether or not to actually post it):1. âRitsu worries for Shigeo, Shigeo worries for the catsâ. Mp100. A post Mogami arc fic. Ritsu knows nothing of what his bro went through, but Mob has a new habit of feeding any and all cats on their way to school. One day two of the cats are fighting and mob stops responding and goes to break up the fight but heâs already losing himself to his powers so Ritsu has to help him back down. He is more confused than ever.2.âInstinct, and the Training ofâ. Mp100. A fic about ???%, or about Mobâs powers, personified. Whichever the viewer themself wants to read it as, I left it ambiguous on purpose. Personally I like to think of it as ???% but I wonât make others read it as that. Every time ???% happens, or nearly happens, or is implied to have happened, from the pov of itself. Written in such a weird style, I just need to reread it and see if it sounds ok and other last review things before publishing. Iâve been too lazy to reread it and post it though.aaand thats it! hooo, that was a lot sorry hah! Thank you for the ask!
#thinkanamelater#mac yaks#mp100#mob psycho 100#su#voltron#ut#not fully taggin the older fanfic's fandoms cause theres fewer for them and i dont care enough#woy
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