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[ it's all decided for us - writing dump ]
« on: November 24, 2018, 08:03:31 PM »
just a home for my little drabbles here and there.
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« Reply #1 on: November 24, 2018, 09:07:01 PM »
foxwell made this bitch
"twisted nerve" | luka fox | murder inspo
there were lots of things that luka didn’t understand about other people. he didn’t understand why they went to bars and would drink their weight in alcohol until they couldn’t walk straight anymore. there didn’t seem to be anything fun to him about drunkenness; why would anyone want to dull their senses and delay their thinking in such a way? that didn't sound like fun. that also wasn’t the only thing that puzzled him, though. their sudden willingness to go home with a complete and utter stranger always baffled him. all it took was a pretty face and a few sweet words, and then suddenly they’d naively, ingeniously follow that pretty face out of the bar, away from others, and into the privacy of this stranger’s home.

he also didn’t understand why they liked trying to shove their tongues down someone's throat.

the taste of alcohol was excruciatingly overwhelming, to the point that luka even wondered if this was worth the end result. the minute he’d opened this door, the guy had basically thrown himself at the blonde, crashed their lips together, and immediately tried to take control of the situation. good god, some people had no restraint. the blonde was resisting the urge to shove this man off of him. this guy seemed to think he had the upper hand as he slammed the blonde’s back against a nearby wall. that was cute.

suddenly, the man moved away, clamped his hand over his mouth, and anxiously asked, “where’s your bathroom?” leaning back, the blond pointed before the stranger then made a mad sprint in that direction. the sound of someone puking their guts out might have disgusted any regular person, but luka was unfazed. suddenly, not so cute. after a moment of simply staring up at the wall, he dug in his pocket to take out a pack of cigarettes. lighting one up for himself, he then sauntered into the living room and collapsed on the couch. personally, luka despised cigarettes-- but he’d seen this man smoking before entering the bar, could smell the cigarette smoke. might as well relate to the guy to make himself more likable, he supposed.

minutes passed before the man came out of the bathroom, a low grunt passing his lips as he collapsed on the couch beside luka. “shit, i’m sorry.” silently, luka held out a cigarette for the man to take, lighting it after he’d grasped it. “i’ve never- gotten this drunk before.” the blond almost wanted to roll his eyes. he’d seen the man go into this bar many times before. he’d seen him pick up a random stranger every night and leave drunk off his ass. this guy wasn’t talking to an idiot. this habit made him an easy victim; if he picked up a random stranger every night, who could know for sure who he went home with?

“it’s fine.”
his head wandered around to look at the furniture, all covered by a white cloth. “y’just move in here?” a curt nod seemed to be the only answer he needed.
the man seemed unfazed by the quiet, and instead continued his smoke. after a final drag, luka released the smoke as he burnt the cigarette out on his coffee table. with a smirk, the stranger beside him followed suit, seeming to find amusement in the slight destruction of the coffee table. on his way back, his hand settled on luka’s thigh. “alright. where were we, cupcake?” the blonde tried not to cringe as the words were followed by a hand sliding further up his thigh and--

luka stood up abruptly.

“do you like music?” the question caught the man off guard, who merely nodded wordlessly. luka stood there for a moment before nodding his head back, and heading towards the stereo on the other side of the room. taking out a disc, he inserted it. moments later the room was filled with a very familiar tune; september. blue eyes looked at the figure on the couch, and something had ignited in those blue hues. a change in demeanor with a flick of a switch. “earth, wind, & fire. classic, right?” as he started to walk away from the stereo, hips swaying slightly to the tune, the man seemed ready for luka to climb right into his lap-- only to be taken completely by surprise as the blond sauntered past, a sultry hand trailing along the man’s shoulder the only touch given.

stepping into the kitchen, he began to open cabinet drawers nonchalantly, seemingly looking for something. the drunken man simply slouching in his seat, smirking. “you like to play hard to get, huh?” chuckling, he stared up at the ceiling, “sexy fox.” a fake, soft laugh passed luka’s lips, light and flirty, as he then rolled his eyes moments later.

“the twenty-first night of september…” luka hummed, sliding the drawer closed. “why not the twenty-second? ever wonder that?” eyes lighting up from a brilliant idea, he spun and headed towards a cabinet. “i know why.” the cabinet opened to reveal an artillery of weapons. pursing his lips in thought, he settled for dragging out the first thing that caught his eye.
“really? what's the reason, kitten?”

sauntering over towards the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, a laugh escaped him- crazed, and insanely amused. “there is no reason! they just thought it was catchy.” laughing again, he held up his weapon of choice, a chainsaw, and investigated it nonchalantly. “isn’t that just hilarious? people spending their whole lives wondering over some insignificant detail about a song, and it means nothing?”

now was when the man decided to be nervous. “hey, y’know, kitten, i think that i should get going, i-” the moment he turned around to face the blonde, the chainsaw roared to life. the man only had time to scream before the machine went slicing through his head, silencing any sound that was meant to escape.
“don’t be so quick to leave, kitten.” he erupted with laughter, the noise drowned out by the blaring music as he continued to slash his victim. blood poured out onto the furniture covering, sprayed over luka’s face and clothes. all he could do was laugh as he continued to distort the body until it was unrecognizable.

ba de ya, never was a cloudy day…

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« Reply #2 on: November 25, 2018, 05:32:17 PM »
foxwell made this bitch
"sweetheart" | roylie | cuddling inspo
rory could get used to moments like this. careful fingers skimmed along the expanse of pale, beautiful skin, green eyes watching as charlie's chest peacefully rose and fell. his other hand was tangled in soft dark locks while the former settled in the dip of charlie's side with practiced ease. there wasn’t any other way he’d rather spend his time. with tangled legs, holding each other so close the redhead didn't know where one ended and where the other began. he preferred it that way. tilting his head just enough to press his lips to charlie’s own, albeit only briefly, he felt a smile make its way to his lips. he relaxed with ease into the moment, eyes closing as he slowly began to drift to sleep-

until he felt the shifting of sheets, and the shuffle of charlie slowly moving away from him. “not gonna happen, sweetheart,” the words spilled out nonchalantly as arms were quick to pull charlie back close to him again. he could hear the soft, airy laughter from sweetheart, from charlie, as he once again tried to retaliate. “charlie!” laughing, he rolled on top of the other, sandwiching him between the mattress and the redhead. “can’t you just stay still for me, for once?”
“i swear if i stay here any longer i’m never gonna leave this bed. will you just move?”

the answer honestly didn’t surprise rory at this point. all it caused was a fond roll of his eyes and a shake of his head. for a moment, he pursed his lips in thought, as if considering charlie’s request. however, weighing the pros and cons, it didn’t take him too long to decide. “sorry, no can do.” the remark was met with a scoff, the smaller relaxing underneath rory.

amused emerald met amused ocean-blues, and rory felt like his heart was melting all over again. damn, did charlie even know what he did to him? did charlie ever realize that he was the center of rory’s life, the only person that rory could ever pour everything out to? rory had lost so much throughout the recent years; however, charlie had quickly became his rock, there for him more than anyone else he’d ever had in his life. and rory was forever grateful. “are you going to take care of me when i’m forever stuck in this bed, then?”

the soft, amused words brought him out of his daydream. after the humor lit a spark in his eyes, he felt himself sober up enough to look charlie in the eyes, pressing a kiss to his lips before uttering, "i'll always take care of you." for once, the sappy remark didn’t earn a scoff or laugh, or a roll of the eyes. instead it was merely the beautiful spark in those ocean eyes and a soft smile almost out of disbelief, not believing that someone would care so much. after all charlie had been through, who could blame him for not being able to wrap his mind around someone so ever-present? rory was someone who was here for the long-haul.

“always,” rory whispered, eyes searching charlie’s before closing the distance between them, lips and bodies falling perfectly together, and rory falling deeper and deeper into the all-encompassing love that he could only find in charlie.

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« Reply #3 on: April 14, 2019, 11:59:14 AM »
foxwell made this bitch
"against the tides" | harrison rose
when the leader of a notorious gang asks to talk with you, you generally did exactly what they said. when they told you to tell absolutely no one about the circumstance, you also kept your lips sealed. it hadn’t been too hard to duck out of the apartment without any questions asked- and even if someone had questioned, he would’ve had an excuse ready. harrison hadn’t been in the gang for that long, barely even a month, but he felt like a month was long enough to know that the leader was someone to be feared and respected. the leader was also someone that harris had learned to stay away from unless it was absolutely necessary. walking along the empty alleyway, the sun almost vanishing as it set in the horizon, the dirty blonde shoved his hands in his pockets and hastened his brisk walk.

he always felt uncomfortable walking on his own. usually he’d have mickey escort him, or ellie. the carbines, although they offered the rose siblings and mickey refuge and safety - everything they wanted - harrison was quick to figure out that came with a price. not everything was sunshine and rainbows here. when mickey had brought him and ellie to the carbines, he’d been quick to accept any kind of safety from the clearwaters. he never quite felt like he fit in, though. there were people who were at each other’s throats, fighting each other in the streets as others cheered them on. fighting. harris knew he hadn’t fit in with those people, but he’d been quick to befriend some of the mothers and would frequently babysit their children. he belonged there, with the mothers and their sweet innocent kids.

he did not belong at the gang leader’s doorstep, knocking hesitantly before waiting. the door had opened almost before he’d finished knocking, by two men- ah. mickey’s friends. he couldn’t help but feel his shoulders relax, a look of relief washing over his features. "hi, tom. john." although harrison had felt a bit more at ease, now, a small smile on his features, it felt like tom and john were on strictly business. they gave a solemn nod of their heads in acknowledgement before tom held the door open for harrison to come in. the smile that had briefly been there vanished. smiles never got to last very long, anymore.

stepping in, he then followed slowly behind the two men as they led him further into the house. and, sure enough, there he was, seated at a table in what would’ve been a dining room of sorts. caine. upon seeing harrison, the man straightened, a small easy smirk on his features. "harrison," gesturing towards the seat directly in front of him, he said, "sit down. we have so much to talk about." when the dirty blonde hesitated, caine let out a bit of laughter - far from kind. cold and demeaning. "c’mon, sit. i won’t hurt you. yet." while the threat hung ominously in the air, tom and john laughed along with caine who found more amusement in the remark than anything. harrison decided he didn’t really have a choice but to sit down.

"want a smoke?"
"no, thank you."
"no. but thanks."

the leader stared at him for a moment as he took a cigarette out of his coat pocket, eyeing him as he placed it between his mouth and lit it. harrison turned his gaze down towards the table, anxiously wringing his hands in his lap. caine took a brief drag of the cigarette before he let the smoke out, blowing it across the table at harrison. the stale smell of cigarettes made him feel like he was going to be sick. "let’s cut to the chase, then." he pointed his cigarette at harrison, settling in silence for a moment before saying, "i like you, harrison. you’ve got a lot of potential. like that about you." the relief was evident in harrison’s features, the man taking a deep breath as he straightened just slightly in his seat. thank god. he thought he was going to be berated about what he’d been doing at the gang; instead, he was getting praised. being praised by a man with such power... it made him feel almost a little sheepish.
he uttered a quiet, "thank you. it means-"

"ah-ah-ah," caine suddenly caught him off, lifting a finger up as he interjected. "i wasn’t done." harrison couldn’t help but slouch a bit more in his seat, feeling like if he slouched enough he’d almost be invisible. "you’re doing great things. mickey is doing great things. but ellie- do you think ellie is doing as well as you and mickey?"

for a moment, harrison could only stare at him, eyes widened slightly in shock. snapping out of it, he quickly chimed in, "i mean- she’s doing what she can. and then some. i think she has more potential than i--"

"kill her."

it felt like caine had single handedly knocked the wind out of him with that statement. kill- ellie? his sister? he had to have misheard him. in disbelief, he finally met caine’s gaze as he tried to process what had just been said. "what?"

"we want you to kill ellie. frankly, she’s not going to amount to anything with the carbines. it’d be a shame if we wasted our rations on someone like her, don’t you think?" when harrison didn’t respond, merely gawked at him, caine nonchalantly breathed in another huff of smoke as he carried on, "make it look like an accident. nobody would be any the wiser. if you don’t do it-" his gaze suddenly grew cold as he locked eyes with him. "well. you know what i'd have to do to you."

"no." the sudden remark was followed by a silence that rang loudly in harrison’s ears. swallowing hard, he kept his gaze locked onto caine’s. "i can’t kill ellie. she’s my sister; she’s the only family i’ve got." lowering his gaze down to the table’s surface, he uttered, "i can’t do it."

the room settled into complete silence, then. harrison could feel caine’s gaze on him, burning into him. the carbines offered safety for the rose siblings- and harrison loved ellie. so much. he couldn’t hurt her, no matter what that meant for him. "very well, then. tom, john." caine stood up and, as he stood, tom and john were suddenly on harrison like vultures. as much as he struggled against their grip, they had him pinned on the table in no time, gagging him, tying his arms behind his back and tying his legs together.

"no, no, no- please. please." he struggled to talk through the cloth in his mouth, feeling tears spill down his cheeks. no begging seemed to do anything, though, as they began to carry him off. he thrashed about, fought tooth and nail to try and get out of their grip as they dragged him through the dark alleyways. by the time they had left the city in the pale moonlight, harrison had given up on trying to fight his demise. this was it.

they slowed to a stop, and out of the corner of his eyes, harrison could see water’s edge. the lake. a sob passed his lips. "nice knowing you, harrison." the remark was incredibly cold, and he just barely got to look both of them in the eyes before he was thrown into the water, the cold waves swallowing him. now was the time he struggled, thrashing helplessly to try and stay afloat, but each attempt didn’t help as he sunk further and further into the water’s depths, the light of the moon becoming further and further away. his lungs burned, aching for oxygen. his head was pounding as he thrashed about, squirming helplessly and then-- then he got lucky.

a small bank. just barely could he see the start of a shoreline. and the water had carried him closer towards it, just so he could manage to climb his way up the slope. he wormed his way up the slope and - he gasped for breath as he reached the surface. he still breathed in a bit of water, coughing pathetically as he army-crawled further and further out of the water. although he was still tied, the moment he’d gotten most of his body out of the water, he collapsed on his stomach, gasping for breath. once he was able to breathe, he managed to worm out of his ties, loosened from all of his thrashing. his wrists were rubbed raw, cuts marring the delicate skin where the rope had once been. standing up unsteadily, he walked on shaky legs further away from the lake and to the shade of the nearby trees and forestry.

the moment he got to sit down and process what had happened was the moment his eyes watered yet again, wiping feebly at the tears. he had to save ellie, he had to-- but he knew he couldn’t go back. he’d be dead before he even got to see her. all he could do was wait at the lake, near the carbines’ territory, and pray that ellie would come in search for him.


thing is, ellie and mick never came. for two weeks he waited outside of carbine territory. two weeks he hoped to see his sister and her boyfriend leaving the territory in search for him. but they never showed up. did they ever even look? harrison knew he shouldn’t have been getting bitter over it, but he’d stayed for as long as he possibly could. he’d have to get going if he wanted to find more food and to get out of harm’s way. and it seemed like mickey and ellie weren't going to be looking for him any time soon... with a frown on his features, he glanced at carbine territory one last time before he turned and left, and along with it, left all hopes of ever seeing his sister again.
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« Reply #4 on: July 21, 2019, 01:25:18 PM »
foxwell made this bitch
"cutting ties" | addy | angst inspo
(trigger warnings all around; drug use, death, violence, drug-related death)

loud laughter cut through the paper-thin walls, waking the young teen up. good god, they’d already managed to keep him awake for half of the night; couldn’t they at least keep it down this early in the morning? he looked over at his alarm clock, contemplated staying in his room. if he ignored the two of them, they’d more than likely ignore him. another belt of laughter echoing through the walls, though, had him thinking he couldn’t stay in there for long without going crazy. if his mom was going to be bringing random fucking strangers over every night, she might as well give him a damn warning. or maybe it was his fault for expecting anything from her.

throwing on clothes - a wrinkled t-shirt laying on the ground, jeans that didn’t seem dirty - addy took a deep breath before he stepped out the door. the plan had been to avoid eye contact, not even look at them as they did fuck-knows in the small kitchen area. with a straight face he made a beeline for the door, but he had come so close yet so far because --

“addy! c’mere.”

he slowed to a step, staring at the door - his exit - almost longingly before turning his gaze over towards his mom’s voice. and there she was, some stranger’s arms around her. an easy, lazy smile plastered on her lips. “why are you in such a hurry? got somewhere to go?”
“yeah. out of here.” the guy she was with looked completely unamused. ronnie, on the other hand, seemed relatively unfazed by the remark, simply laughing softly before turning and uttering something to the stranger. something audible enough to know she was making some comment off about his behavior, but also not loud enough for him to know exactly what she had said to the guy. he tried not to sneer at the words that came to mind.

“this is- jim--”

he cringed at the all-too familiar name, trying not to appear as fazed by it as he was as the man corrected with a quick “steve.” shaking her head, his mom - was she high? or was she just that fucking dumb? - straightened before saying softly, “and you’ll be seeing a lot more of steve around here.” and most days, addy could keep his mouth shut. sometimes he contemplated just believing in her false beliefs and her fucking bullshit lies. most days he would simply give a huff of disbelief and be out the door. today, though, wasn’t the day where he had what it took to give ronnie that much.

“that’s what you say about every guy you bring here. seriously, what the fuck, mom?”

he’d been taking a few more steps closer to her, but the other man had been quick to step closer before he’d even had the chance. “shut up, kid.” did every guy who stepped in here think they had some fucking authority just because they could shoot smack and get between some stupid drug addict’s legs? the guy was too close though, way too close for comfort. it set red flags off in the back of addy’s head - but he ignored them. fueled by anger, he stood closer to the guy, in his face.

“make me.”

this stranger must’ve had a shorter fuse than addy, because he had taken the teen’s bait within a moment. it.. hadn’t been what he’d expected. and when a fist collided with his face, stepping back out of both pain and faint surprise, he contemplated if jumping this motherfucker would be worth it. instead he opted for bringing a hand up to his nose, where it hurt the most, and looking at his hand long enough to see blood on his fingers. motherfucker. “get out! get out! nobody, and i mean nobody can--” his mom was pushing the man out, berating him the whole while. he continued to hold a hand over his nose, eyes watering slightly from the pain.

her arm was around his shoulders. “are you okay? here, let me see-” he made eye contact with her for just a moment before turning his gaze away. even as she wordlessly handed him an ice pack, wrapped her arms back around his shoulders as a silent apology, he couldn’t look. he couldn’t look into those bloodshot eyes.

he hadn’t asked for this.


“do you actually think about quitting?” it had been asked one quiet night, sitting on the couch, staring out at the shitty view the apartment offered them. she was sitting on the opposite end of the sofa, arms wrapped around her legs, watching the television. once again seeming unfazed by the topic. this wasn’t the first time he had said it; it had lost its shock factor over the years. “you always say you will, but you never do. that shit kills you, you know-”

“i try to. you know i’ve tried-”

“is it that fucking hard?” he looked at her. long and hard. silence. he had no idea. he looked away with a huff, resting the side of his head in the palm of his hand. “you don’t even need to get a job, you know. i’ve got a good job, enough money-” money that she would steal to go and get her own fix, but.. “once you get on your feet, we could-- move somewhere else, too. somewhere with a yard, and a view and not fuckin’- whatever the hell this view is.” a gesture to the window. she laughed a soft, breathy laugh. addy wasn’t finding it as amusing.

“i’ll hold you to that.” 
he hated that the corner of his lips twitched the slightest bit at that. he hated that he’d already done so much for her, more than he should have. he hated that, as she shifted closer, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, rested the side of her head against his own, and murmured a soft, “i’ll quit soon. promise. just give mama time, hun.”... he hated that he believed her again. he didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. being stuck in this cycle that he couldn’t get her out of. he hated what they had become. he had dropped out of high school, lost all of his friends, was stuck working at a job he hated-- and all for his mom, who had done nothing in return but shoot heroin in her veins and beg for his love..

he hadn’t asked for this.


god damn it, she had promised. she’d promised that she would stop doing this. last thing he had wanted was to come home to his mom losing her fucking mind, music blaring, talking about dancing on the fucking walls. repainting the fucking walls. he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. not only in her, but in himself for believing that she could actually do it. she’d gone a few days without it. days. i mean, seriously, was it that fucking hard?

he’d holed himself away, unable to understand why she always let him down like that. he’d been laying in his bed, blankets wrapped around him, when the door had slowly opened. his mom shuffled in, arms crossed anxiously across her shoulders. “is today one of your-”

no,” he cut her off abruptly, shooting a glare her way for even thinking about blaming his behavior on his fucking bipolar disorder. a look at her, standing there, looking miserable, made the glare fade, eyes wandering away towards a random spot on the wall. “it’s not that.” a few moments of silence. it looked like they both knew why he was upset, and he thought that he had every reason to be upset. he had tried so hard to help her. he had tried. but a young boy didn’t know how to take care of his mom, let alone when his mom was fighting a battle he couldn’t begin to understand.

“just-- can you believe that for a moment, i actually-” weak huff of air, shake of his head. “for a moment i actually thought you were going to fucking do it.” but she didn’t. and because of that, she really disappointed him. he could hear her sniffling, and he wanted to feel bad. but she had always been so bad to him, so terrible to him. wasn’t now the time that he got to return the favor? “you let me down, mom.”

“i know.” her voice was wobbling, wavering through the tears. she sat down on the edge of the bed, holding a loosely-closed fist up to her mouth as if that would stop the crying.

“i can’t help you anymore. i can’t.”

“i know. i’m sorry.”


it had been a long night at the club. aside from having to put up with horny, old men’s bullshit, the night had simply dragged on. longest shift of his fucking life, he decided bitterly, as he wandered down the streets, cigarette between his lips. he took the long way home that night, because he couldn’t fucking stand the idea of being home. it had been getting worse lately. the drinking, the drugs, the strange men, all of it. he had to work extra shifts because she had taken his goddamn savings he’d kept hidden under his mattress. sold it all for drugs that were of no use to addy- and drugs that didn’t fucking pay the rent.

he climbed up the stairway to their apartment number, standing outside to finish his smoke. looking up at the night sky, he took a deep sigh before tossing the cigarette carelessly over the railing. fumbled with his keys, and then pushed the door open. a peek at the living room, and he could just barely see her feet sprawled out on the floor. the rest of her body obstructed from view by the small island between the kitchen and living room. and for once in his life, coming home to a peacefully quiet apartment.. it was enough for him to feel the smallest bit of hope.

“home alone tonight? doesn’t seem like you.” maybe it was for the better. maybe this was one small step towards recovery.

no response.

he opened the fridge, settling for grabbing the carton of orange juice and a glass from the cupboard before heading over to the bar. “at work-” he was pouring the orange juice when his gaze had wandered up to his mom. shit.” it was only moments later that in a moment of shock and panic, the carton had been dropped, spilling over the countertop. the glass falling on its side, rolling off the counter and breaking on the floor, as the young redhead abandoned it to rush into the living room.

now he’d known that this day would come some day. but nothing could prepare a young boy for seeing his mom on the living room floor in this sort of state. falling to his knees, he held her face in his hands- cold. unmoving. vomit around her, on her mouth. death all around her. “no,” he said aloud, to no one in particular. “no, no, no-” chest compressions. chest compressions. he tried it for a while, but the more he looked at her body, looked at her face-- he knew he’d already lost her.

he’d pulled out his phone and called the police. “911- my mom’s not breathing. she’s- she fucking od’ed. help. please, please, i live at--” and he’d been told to stay on the line, but after giving her more information, he’d hung up on the line, cupping his mom’s face.

“don’t do this.” not now. not now. he’d been getting enough money. they could’ve moved out. away from the drugs, away from the slums of this city. instead, though, it was like he was a kid all over again, wanting his mom to wrap her arms around his shoulder and tell him everything would be better.

he hated that she could be so careless. he hated that she could be so cruel and uncaring towards him when she was high. hated that he was crying over someone who had done this to themselves. why did she get to treat him like shit and then leave this world, and still make him love her so goddamn much?

and, as he laid down beside her, rested the side of his head on her chest and hugged himself, most of all…

he hated that he felt relief.

he hadn't asked for this.
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« Reply #5 on: August 03, 2019, 11:55:04 PM »
foxwell made this bitch
look after you | ronie | 3,276 words
the street was alive. caused the buzz of crowds of people pushing and brushing past each other to get to their own destinations. it was the perfect day for work. work, as roman’s family so beautifully put it. he turned the corner for probably the thousandth time that day, blending in with a crowd of strangers going the same direction. he couldn’t wait for the day where his work would become more fun, like the work that his parents got to do. sometimes they let his older brother and sister go along for some of the intricate cons- and it always left roman wondering when it would be his turn. he was tired of only being the pickpocket. with a sigh he glanced at a nearby stranger’s pocket, and that single glance was all he needed to sneakily reach in and pull a wallet out of said pocket- and casually place it in his own.
when it was obvious that nobody had seen him take the wallet, he glanced around before turning off into an empty alleyway to make the perfect getaway. he pulled out the wallet, carding through it as he walked. fifty bucks, some coupons, a credit card... he pulled out the useless stuff and discarded it as he walked, tossing a driver’s license. he mentally patted himself on the back. yet another perfect getaway--

"how did you do that?"

almost perfect. he could feel a slight unease pricking at him at the thought of getting caught. he didn’t even glance over his shoulders to pay the voice any mind. instead, he pocketed the wallet, shoved his hands back into his pockets, and casually asked, "do what?"
"i don’t know what you’re talking about."
"but i-"
"you didn’t see anything, okay?" with that, rome turned around to see who was pestering him about this. he’d been caught; not like he could run away from it at this point. play the defensive. however, when he’d seen who was following him, and saw it was just some kid - kid, he added, who was his age - his features - defensively-furrowed brows and slight sneer - faded just the slightest bit. the stranger slowed to a stop, too. and they settled into silence before the kid asked, again;

"how’d you do it?"

rome squinted his eyes. scrawny kid. rings under his eyes. looked a little rough around the edges. the worst thing this boy could do was, what? run away faster than him? he paused, nodding his head quietly to himself before he took a deep breath, and with that breath he relaxed the slightest bit. "it’s easy." he walked closer to the teen. "just reach into their pocket and don’t get caught." with that, he reached gracefully into one of the kid’s pants pockets, a demonstration - just to frown as he snaked his hand back out. "it’d help if you had something in your pocket." he glanced over the kid’s shoulder.

"bet he does." the teen turned to look at who roman was talking about. a man a couple years older than both of them, leaning against a building at the corner of the alleyway, smoking. ro straightened, intrigued, keeping his gaze on the smoking man. "okay kid, what’s your name?"
"vernon... green."
the pause was enough for him to roll his eyes, huff a slight breath. "vernon... green. which one is it?" it took the teen even longer to respond at that, pausing before, with confidence and brows furrowed with certainty, he replied, "green."
it was enough for him to smile the slightest bit, chuckling softly before he said, "alright, green-" he shoved him in the direction of the man. "-go. show me what you’ve got."

green turned his head to look at him, almost surprised. rome raised a brow. "what are you? chicken?" green’s brows furrowing, determined, was enough to boost roman’s confidence. he knew that would work and he’d only known the other teen for minutes. too easy.

he watched him walk closer and closer towards the target, who seemed not to notice anything that was going on. green glanced back at rome. he nodded his head, a silent "go on." green looked like he genuinely didn’t want to do this- purely only fueled by the need to not look like a fool. he turned his head back and, reaching into the stranger’s pocket-

and his wrist was snatched in the blink of an eye. "what are you doing?" voice gruff, dangerous. the teen looked horrified, mouth agape as he tried to come up with an answer, fumbling with words- and then laughter. it filled the alleyway. the stranger turned his head over to see roman, laughing heartily and-
"god damn it, rome. did you tell him to do that?" he pushed green’s wrist away and out of his grasp, glaring over roman’s way.

"easy, cas. he said he wanted to learn how to pickpocket, so i was teaching him." the stranger, cas, shook his head, but his lips curled the slightest bit. said something along the lines of, "such an idiot" before walking down the alley, past roman. he ruffled his hair and said, "yeah, be home soon" as he walked past.

amusement still shining in his eyes, he walked back to green. "what was that all about?"
the smug look on rome’s face said it all. "that was my brother."

he let that sink in a moment, green looking confused and slighted at the revelation. "you-"
"c’mon, green," he cut green off, grabbing his wrist to tug him out of the alleyway and back onto the busy street.
"what’re we doing? i don’t even know who you are."
ro looked over his shoulder as he pulled him along, eyes shining with excitement.

"i’m roman. and today, you, are my new partner in crime."


hours had flown by as roman passed the time with his new friend. work usually was fun, but he never realized how fun it was when he had a friend with. friend. he’d never had one of those before.. they wandered absently around the city as the sun was setting on the horizon, roman absently flipping through the cash he’d made while green walked at his side. "man, we kicked ass today." there was a certain amount of pride in green’s eyes that roman managed to catch as he glanced over at him.

then, a stomach growled. he turned his gaze over towards his friend again, glancing him over as he subtly placed a hand against his stomach, trying not to draw attention to the action. "was that you?"
"you better head home, then."
"i don’t have one."
his mouth opened the slightest bit, partly in not knowing how to react and partly not knowing what there was to even say. the boy had said it so casually. always trying to draw as little attention to whatever he had that could possibly draw pity from others. his mouth closed, blue eyes staring at him for a moment.

"i have a home." it seemed like green hadn’t picked up on what roman was meaning by that, simply absently nodding his head - either because he hadn’t understood what he hinted or simply because he was so used to not expecting something like that to be hinted at. "want to come with me?" there was a look in green’s eyes that roman would never be able to explain. so many emotions all melting together, such tired eyes sparkling just the slightest bit, and a quiet acceptance of his offer. he nudged the other gently before picking up the pace. "c’mon."

it hadn’t taken too long to get to the home. the moment they opened it they were met by everything that could tingle the senses. the smell of a warm home-cooked meal. the sound of gus playing with his toys on the living room floor. the sight of big, bright eyes lifting up to see the pair as they walked further into the place.
"oh my god. who is this?" it was asked excitedly as the duo was rushed by a tall, skinny, dark-haired woman, dark eyes set on green.
"this is my friend, green."
"oh you’re too cute." a pale hand reached out to pinch at his cheeks. only a quiet, "livvy, you’re embarrassing him," was enough to make her stop. she straightened up, then, hands on her hips. "you’re also too skinny. let’s fatten you up, yeah? supper’s ready."

"better hurry up. it’s going fast." cas’s warning was enough for roman to roll his eyes as he began to move. rome walked towards the table, glancing back at green who still stood at the doorway. he looked apprehensive, almost disbelieving of how quick he’d just been.. accepted there. roman nodded his head over towards the table, another silent urging of "come on." with that, green hesitated before joining them at the table.

and it almost felt like green had belonged at the table with that family. as they ate to their heart’s content, talking away about crazy stories and their life, it was like a missing piece of the family had finally been returned. even after dinner, as the new addition sat on the living room floor and played with gus and all of his toys, livvy affectionately watching from the sofa, arm slung around her younger brother... mom and dad watching and laughing occasionally from the dinner table. with cas seated by the sofa, trying not to make it obvious that he was watching the scrawny newcomer with a soft look in his eyes...  it all felt so right. like a darrow had finally found their way back home.

by the time they had begged for green to stay the night - not even just rome, but all of the siblings as a whole - and rolled a sleeping bag out onto the floor of rome’s bedroom for green to sleep in, roman wished that the day wouldn’t come to an end.

he laid his head down and stared up at the ceiling. gaze wandered over to the sleeping bag on the floor, to green laying there. looking so peaceful. "hey." no answer. "hey. are you awake?"
a huff. he reached down from his bed to smack at green’s shoulder. green’s eyes still stayed closed, but there was the slightest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "what?"
roman went quiet, then, enough for green to crack an eye open to look his way. roman had never been the sentimental type, not the kind to sit and pour out his whole life story to just anyone. still, in his eyes, was all the gratitude that he needed to let green see. "goodnight."
a million things said in that one short word. green closed his previously-opened eye again, shifting around in his sleeping bag as he got comfortable. "goodnight."

roman stared a moment longer, then turned his head, and closed his eyes.


"green!" he ran down the street his friend usually occupied, pockets full and pure enthusiasm shining in his blue eyes. the sleepovers were slowly becoming less frequent, but that didn’t stop roman from going to see his best friend just about every day. he slowed as he glanced around, seeing his friend appear from where he’d set up to sleep for the night before. it was hard because, while the teen didn’t seem to belong in the darrow family’s house anymore, he also didn’t seem suited to spend each night on the streets. "here. got you these." he emptied his pockets, then, as he handed green a few pieces of food. he never got them because green had asked; merely got them because he was looking out for his friend, regardless.

"no problem. wanna head to main street?" their usual spot to go and pickpocket.
"actually, i was thinking about doing something else."
"really?" he gave green a dubious once-over before, with a nod, he said, "sure. what is?"
a look. "you’ll see."

green began to stroll away, and roman waited a moment before striding after to catch up. whatever green had in mind, it must be fun. maybe they were going to do one of their own cons like mom and dad? steal from a shop? so many things came to mind.

"this- isn’t what i had in mind." he said about half an hour later. the pair stood on the top of a tall building, peering over the ledge. it had started off with throwing pebbles over the edge of the building, watching it go hurtling towards the ground. maybe even seeing if it would break into smaller pieces.

and then green had spit over the ledge. "what’re you doing?" roman asked, surprised, as he went to look down at the people walking along the street. a moment’s pause. then, one of the people on the street slowed to a stop, running their fingers through their hair before making the most disgusted face. he turned his head up towards the top of the building -- "quick, quick!" green pulled the pair away from the ledge, out of the man’s sight.

green started laughing, and that laughter was so contagious because only seconds later roman was laughing as well. "green what the hell is wrong with you? what’s the point in that?"
he got a shrug in response. "i don’t know. there isn’t really a point, i don’t think."
he wiped at his eyes, eyes watering from such a hard fit of laughter. "you’re goddamn crazy." a pause. then him fighting a smile, a mischievous look in his eyes as he clambered back over to the edge. "bet i’ll get an even better reaction."

they hadn’t needed to take money out of someone’s pocket. they hadn’t needed to roam the streets in search of someone that’d be worth heckling for a few dollar bills. they’d instead just sat at the top of that building, spitting onto the tops of random passerby’s heads. green was right; there really wasn’t a point about it. nothing to gain, and nothing to lose. just pure, unfiltered fun-- fun that roman had never truly experienced before. fun without any underlying motive.

"i’ve never done something like that before." he’d said as they watched the sun slowly begin setting, signaling the end of their day.
"like what? spitting on somebody?"
"no, idiot," he huffed, lightly pushing green who sat beside him. he paused, the smile fading the slightest bit. "i don’t know. have fun like this.." he shrugged, "usually we move before i get to even think about fun."

they settled into peaceful silence.

" often do you move?"
"every couple of months." something flashed in green’s eyes. a disappointment. maybe sadness. rome stared a moment longer before turning his gaze back over towards the sunset.

"it’s different this time, though."
a nod. and then they watched the sunset together.


slowed footsteps. figure slumped, hands shoved in his pockets. as he made eye contact with green, who stood up eagerly from the streetside to greet him, he could see the excited look start to fade. it wasn’t the usual running figure he’d see coming his way over the course of the last couple months.

"what’s up?"

roman slowed to a stop a few feet away from green, the pair staring at each other for a moment. roman turned his gaze away, down towards the ground between them. it felt hard to say, hard to tell green. "we’re, uh-" he gestured, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. a pause. his hand fell back to his side.
"moving. next week sometime." he glanced at green, solemn as he quietly said, "i tried to get them to let you come with us." and after that, he couldn’t look green in the eyes. tried. a word so simple yet a word that carried so much weight.

"we can’t keep taking care of some stray, roman."

"don’t waste all of your time on this street rat. nobody should ever trust a street rat."

"you might think he’s your best friend, ro, but all he sees when he looks at you are dollar signs-"


it was hard to believe that’s all that green was as he turned his gaze to look over at him. neither of the teens were sentimental. not ones to spill out their feelings and say everything they meant to say. he sniffled, releasing a deep breath audibly as he reached into his pocket. "here." he held his hand out, taking green’s then to carefully place the item in it. the younger boy looked at it, glancing over at roman in confusion. dog tags. "darrow" on one and some small words engraved on another. family motto.

"that’s-" he gestured at it, then shoved his hands into his pockets. once again finding it hard to meet those tired eyes. "it’s for family."
silence settled between them again, gazes lifting to look each other in the eyes. so much meant to be said between them, but never truly making it to words. wordlessly, green put the dog tags on.

then, "see you around, i guess."
a sad smile. "yeah. see you." they both shared the same sad, sad smile, before they turned. and each went their own separate ways.

roman walked briskly, wiping at his eyes with the arm of his sleeve as he walked.


"looks like we’re all set to go."

"i call shotgun!"

"you always get shotgun-"

the older siblings bickered as they piled up inside the car, roman not even joining in on the fight as he filed in. it was the moment he had been dreading for the longest time. all good things had to come to an end, his family had insisted.. he could still see the sad look in livvy’s eyes, cas’s sympathetic gaze as rome holed himself up in his room the last couple of days. refused to leave it unless he absolutely had to. gently holding his dog tags, folding them over in his hand.

his dad started up the car, glancing at roman in the rear view mirror- and then began to drive away. the young teen stared solemnly out the window, only straightening as he saw a young, familiar face on the street. green. they locked eyes. roman lifted a hand up, offering a small wave. green smiled - a sad smile, he was sure of it - and raised his hand, waving back.

how perfectly the dog tags around green's neck caught the sunlight as they drove away...
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« Reply #6 on: October 12, 2019, 10:47:40 AM »
foxwell made this bitch
"bend 'til i break" | freddie and will stirling |
the bar was lively today. almost every seat was taken, the place alive with chatter and boisterous laughter. blue eyes glanced about curiously. there the blonde stood, leaning against the bar, drink in one hand. breathing in the atmosphere and the stale smell of cigarettes. “your turn, freddie.” the blonde turned his head to look at the pool table in front of him, surveying where exactly will had left off. it was then that a small smile made its way to the teen’s lips, placing the drink down.

“watch and learn,” he instructed as he sauntered over and picked up his pool cue, oozing with confidence. it didn’t take long before he was leaning forward a bit, setting the pool cue over the table as he lined up his shot. he caught his tongue between his teeth in concentration, then hitting the cue ball. with that it drove the last of the solids into the far pocket. a grin made its way to his lips as he turned his gaze towards will, as if expecting some sort of reaction. his brother only shook his head and looked away, opting to go up to the bar and get himself another drink.

freddie took that as a sign of defeat. he momentarily pursed his lips and raised his brows slightly before turning his gaze back towards the table. though, in the time it took to line up his shot and choose which pocket to sink the 8 ball in, there was a commotion by the bar- and something told freddie that will was involved. he lifted his gaze from the pool table’s surface to look ahead at the bar. he looked up just in time to see will being shoved by some guy, the two in some sort of argument. with a defeated sigh, he placed the pool cue away and made his way towards the group.

“fuck off.”

“no, you-”

they got in each other’s face-
“easy, now,” he butted in, wedging himself between the two. both of them were still glaring at each other, even as freddie tried to diffuse the situation. it didn’t work, though, as the man tried to reach past him to grab at will. “hey!” the blonde barked, pushing the man away, losing his footing as he stumbled back towards the bar. jaw clenched, he stared at the man for a moment. then, shaking his head, gestured towards the door. “c’mon, will. let’s go somewhere else.”

“bye, will, freddie.” a few friends acknowledged them leaving, offering a small smile- even when neither of the brothers returned it.

they walked out both equally looking frustrated. yet, once they were out the door, freddie’s clenched jaw dissolved into a childish grin. “you’re such an idiot,” he lightheartedly joked, shoving the teen on his last word. that was enough for will’s own annoyed expression to dissolve a bit, shoving fred back- though all that ended up with fred putting his arms around his shoulders and wrestling him over, laughter spilling from his lips as they walked further away from the bar.

the two teens had grown up in this world. they hadn’t had a choice about what their lives would be like. instead they were raised up in this cutthroat, cold war that wasn’t made for them, never truly knowing what it was like to be any different. before that day, though, frederick stirling had never realized just how dangerous this world of theirs was. it wasn’t until will had almost wrestled him into a headlock, the tipsy boy struggling under his grasp-

a loud boom and the sound of glass shattering caused them both to stop in their tracks, detangling from each other to slowly turn towards the bar.

and the place they had walked out of only moments before was sent crumbling to the ground. fred stood in shock; it was will who pulled him further away to protect the two from whatever debris might have come their way.

in that moment, fred finally understood just how dangerous the stirling’s world was.

horrified, the blonde turned to look at his brother, whose expression only mirrored the same horror and dread that he felt. without thinking, feet carried fred closer to the rubble that was once the bar. digging through the rubble, try and find survivors- “god damn it,” he could hear will’s frustration, how upset he was by the tragedy. fred kept trying to dig, even when pieces of glass had cut his hands, even when he kept finding nothing. the only thing that stopped the both of them was when other members of the stirling family ended up dragging them away from the scene, insisting to them there was nothing they could do for those that had been inside.

all they could do was stand a distance away, watching as the rest of the stirling family gathered around in front of the bar and talked about such a tragedy.

it was the first time fred’s eyes had ever watered over, glazed with potential tears.

he used to think that he was untouchable. in a world where they seemed to get away with whatever they did, where there was no true sense of right or wrong in their books… fred had once thought that it would always be that way. from a kid running around the dangerous streets unflinching, all the way to being an adult who never had to fear death - who controlled death, almost… sitting there on the dock, watching the sunset on the horizon.. he couldn’t remember ever feeling so small.

will had sat beside him, both in silence. not because fred wanted to sit in the silence, but because fred didn’t have it in him to speak his true thoughts. he felt like he almost didn’t know how to break it. words always seemed to fail him, stay trapped in his head while his heart burned to breathe the words to life. he swallowed hard, gripping onto the edge of the dock as he peered down at the water’s reflection. after all, what if will didn’t feel this same way? what if it was just him who got this shocking jolt of reality put into him?

was it only him that felt like he would never be the same?

he drew a shaky breath, feeling like he was barely holding onto his composure. he was pulling at threads at that point, fearing one tiny slip-up and he’d lose his grip. he hung his head a moment longer before turning his gaze back up.

will stood up. the blonde turned his gaze towards him, eyes wide, begging him not to leave. will breathed a deep sigh, staring out across the port one moment longer before turning to leave.

“will-” the aching in his heart made the man’s name spill from his lips, staring over his shoulder at his older brother. they locked eyes in that moment, looking into each other’s shock-filled, wide eyes… words failed once again. all fred could do was stare, lips slightly parted. all the thoughts on his mind never truly being able to be spoken. this world is dangerous. there are so many things i have never feared, until now… was i the only one who wandered around, oblivious and unafraid?

 will we never be the same again?

he closed his mouth, throat feeling tight. only able to shake his head, silently hoping his brother would get the message.

and, like always, will understood. after a moment of silence, he wandered back over towards fred’s side and sat down beside him, shoulders barely brushing each other’s.

and in the silence, they spoke.

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« Reply #7 on: December 09, 2019, 12:22:48 PM »
things i'll probably never finish writing: a series. part 1

the boy sat underneath the big oak tree in their backyard, book in hand. he read across the page with attentive eyes. though, there was a sight on the other side of the fence that he could vaguely pay attention to from the corner of his eyes. the sound of footsteps- then slowing to an abrupt stop. the boy took a long moment before flicking his gaze up from the pages. and there stood another boy, roughly his own age, on the other side of the fence. the stranger gazed at him with curious, almost slightly amused eyes. like he had much reason to laugh at him. after all, the other kid looked a bit worse for wear; tattered, dirty clothing that even the dark, muted colors couldn’t hide. the blonde looked down at the book. he ought to ignore him.

he turned his gaze up again to see that kid still standing there. the dark-haired boy on the other fence lifted his hand and waved. he puffed his cheeks slightly. the nerve of some people. the kid beneath the oak tree inhaled a short breath. then, looking mildly irritated, he stood up, brushed himself off, and wandered over towards the fence. he left his book behind and made sure to keep a good distance from the metal posts. “are you lost?”

he eyed the boy on the other side of the fence as he pursed his lips. then, the stranger gently knocked on the metal fence, the action causing a dulled clang from the fence. “is this fence to keep you in or to keep me out?”
the words almost shocked him. the audacity. the nerve. for a moment he stood there, looking at the kid who continued to watch him with those curious, amused eyes. he straightened up and puffed out his chest. “what reason would i have to stay cooped up in here?”
“so it is me, then.”
“wh- no.” the words didn’t sound at all convincing. he held his breath then and puffed out his cheeks slightly. “yeah? so what if it is?”

the dark-haired boy laughed softly, amused. "you have so much to learn."
"why do you say that?"
a shrug. "i dunno. my parents say it all the time."
the blonde looked at him for a moment longer before he turned his gaze away. “i think your parents are right about you. i don’t think i need to learn much else, though.” the other boy didn’t look too convinced. he shuffled slightly. “i’m fine, thanks.” silence settled between them. he hesitantly turned his head to gaze back at the dark-haired boy. why did he have to stare like that?

“bet you i can get on the other side of this fence.” the kid barely waited for the rich boy to respond before he started to walk away. shocked, the other boy stood, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. then, he sprung into action.
“what? no. you can’t.”
“why not?”
many answers came to mind. the first would be that his parents would kill him. the second would be that he didn’t want this nuisance in yard. the last thing he wanted was for the kid to stick around any longer. “you just can’t. it’s impossible.”
“watch me!”
hey- wait!”
the other boy disappeared from around the corner. the blonde slowed to a stop and stared with terrified eyes. fine. the boy could probably never get over this fence anyway; he hardly ever saw anyone get in here unless they were with mom or dad. that didn’t stop the blonde from walking over in the direction the dark-haired stranger went. he peered over the corner to see that the boy was gone without a trace. his eyes narrowed suspiciously. he turned to head back towards the large oak tree.

he still glanced over his shoulder one last time before he leaned back against the oak tree, slowly sinking down to the ground. leaning his head back against the tree, he took a deep breath and mentally gathered himself. his gaze wandered towards his book, taking it then and slowly opening back up to where he left off. he’d managed to read a page or two before--

“you really do have so much to learn.”
shocked, he lifted his gaze upward. the boy wasn’t on the other side of the fence. he wasn’t anywhere in sight. laughter rang out through the quiet air. “up here.”
his gaze lifted upwards and, sure enough, there the boy was. settled in on one of the stronger branches of the oak tree. “get down from there! you’re not allowed to climb this tree!”
“why not?”
“my parents said so!”
“come get me, then.” the words seemed taunting, a bit of mischief shining in his eyes as he stared down at the blonde. “go on.” for a moment a certain stillness hung in the air. then, the blonde grabbed onto one of the lower hanging branches and began trying to climb up. the dark-haired boy gasped in surprise before he climbed a bit further up. “i didn’t think you had it in you!”
the blonde grunted with effort as he scaled the first branch. then, determined, he began to climb up and after the stranger. a delighted shriek emitted from the other boy as he climbed up further. the blonde climbed up after him, higher and higher. he was so close. he reached a hand out to try and grab the other boy. his fingers barely grasped the fabric of the boy’s worn shirt before he slipped and lost his footing. with a terrified shriek, he then fell, tumbling through branches until he collided with the ground.

the air was knocked out of him. he could barely breathe. eyes opened to stare up at the tree branches, gasping for air. “are you alright?” he turned his head to see the other boy appear from the other side of the oak tree, hesitantly getting closer. the blonde shook his head.
“hurts.” the dark-haired boy nodded his head, then, wringing his hands together anxiously. he stepped a bit closer before crouching by the blonde. eventually, once his breath was caught, the blonde sat up. his body still ached, but he knew he’d get better eventually.
“i’m sorry.”
 the apology was sudden. the blonde looked over towards the boy, breathed a deep sigh. “it’s okay.” they glanced at each other before they both looked away.
“i’m daxton.”
“yeah, but you can call me dax.”
the blonde huffed a short breath. “owen.”

“what’re you reading this time?”
he jumped slightly from his spot beneath the oak tree, looking up from his book to confront none other than daxton. the boy hung upside down from one of the branches of the tree, so close to hitting his head against owen’s own. his eyes sparkled fondly as he looked down at the pages. “just another one of the classics.”
“of course.”
the teen waited momentarily before he got down from the tree, placing his hands on his hips. “what do you wanna do today?”

the pair had become unlikely friends. dax and owen couldn’t be any more dissimilar. they came from two completely different worlds; yet, perhaps they were more similar than they gave themselves credit for.

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« Reply #8 on: December 24, 2019, 01:31:19 PM »
lubert christmas drabble
notes: it's not my best but it's not my worst. merry lubert christmas y'all

christmas was a holiday that, as it rolled around every year, addy tried to pretend it didn’t happen. he found the holiday obnoxious. everyone was so painfully nice and working to spread that “holiday cheer” wherever they went. did they not fucking get it? this season called for colder nights and, where he grew up, fucking snow that soaked shoes and got socks wet. that didn’t call for christmas cheer; that called for staying the fuck inside and leaving him the hell alone.

“i’m not getting you anything.”

he stared at lucerne on the opposite end of the couch. the other man blinked, unsure what spurred on the random, blurted words. addy felt the need to repeat himself. “i’m not getting you anything, so don’t get your fucking hopes up.” the redhead then turned his gaze back up towards the ceiling, resting his neck on the back of the couch. he put his feet up on the coffee table and sighed through his nose. “i wasn’t keeping my hopes up to begin with.”

lucerne was a smart man. he couldn’t be stupid enough to get lulled into this christmas cheer. there couldn’t be any way lucerne would have any interest in setting a christmas tree up in their home, decorating everything in red and green and waiting for santa to come in. did that guy even believe in santa when he was little? the man was so intelligent, so practical; he couldn’t see him believing in some big fat man for one second.

there was a point when addy did, until his mom didn’t have enough money to buy “santa’s” gift each year. or any presents in the first place. christmas was a rich person’s holiday, anyway; so maybe lucerne did believe in him when he was younger. whatever. everyone had to learn the fat breaking-and-entering santa wasn’t real at some point.

he leaned forward enough to put the almost-empty beer can on the coffee table before returning to his previous position. they settled into silence. he then mumbled, “i wouldn’t know what the fuck to get you, anyway. i mean, seriously, is there anything you do besides smoke all day? you wouldn’t like anything i got you even if i did.”
“that’s not true.”
“yeah?” the conversation definitely appeared a bit more one-sided. lucerne was his usual, quiet self- addy meanwhile rambling as he forced lucerne to sit through it all he raised his hand from the arm of the couch, beer in hand, and took a sip. “hell. faline is easier to shop for.” comparing shopping for presents for lucerne to buying presents for his dog… wasn’t quite fair. but nobody could tell addy otherwise.

“why don’t you get faline something, then?” snarky. addy turned his gaze briefly towards lucerne, furrowing his brows. “i’m not getting anything for anyone.”

comfortable silence. eyes stared up at the ceiling. “do you know any christmas songs on that violin of yours…?” he swallowed for a moment, then gestured absently. “go get it and play something.” there was a few quieter moments. gentle shuffling around on lucerne’s end. a few moments the man came back, case in hand. ad peered over at him, his lips twitched slightly. lucerne always looked so excited to play that damn violin. the redhead closed his eyes. then, the gentle sound of the violin filled the air. addy would never admit it, but he played beautifully. he liked to think lucerne already knew he was fond of the man’s playing.

he drifted off then, lulled to sleep by lucerne and the sound of violin.

”we wish you a merry christmas! we wish you a merry christmas!”

addy regretted opening the door. he couldn’t help but sneer slightly. carolers. even as he slammed the door shut and walked further into the house, he could still hear them continuing to sing. what kind of shit did these people shove up their asses to have such - holiday spirit? addy didn’t buy into it.

he wandered into the kitchen, digging around through the cupboards for something to eat. if anything, he wanted something to take his mind off of the carolers outside. “this is exactly why i hate christmas, lucerne,” he muttered resentfully, turning his gaze over towards the man as he walked through the living room.

“what’s this?”

his eyes wandered back towards the living room. paused a moment. and then he walked into the room, plucking an apple from the fruit bowl as he walked by. “oh.” his gaze landed on what lucerne was talking about. on the coffee table sat a small, plastic christmas tree. he stared at it a moment before he shrugged. “it was a gift from someone. they wouldn’t let me say no to it. shit’s fucking ugly.”

lucerne seemed to believe him. lips parted slightly, he nodded to himself. addy took that moment to walk past to head to his room, taking a bite out of the apple. “you’re still not getting anything.” a quick quip, at this point practically begging for lucerne to say something along the lines of “i know, already.” but if lucerne said anything, addy didn’t stick around long enough to hear it. he simply left lucerne to his own devices, staring at the christmas tree that addy had bought at the market earlier that day. hopefully lucerne liked it.

it was late at night. christmas had come and was almost gone. addy would be lying if he said he didn’t at least somewhat enjoy himself- mainly because it was a day of him and lucerne being practically shut-ins the whole day. it was nice. he missed those simpler moments where it was just him and lucerne against the world, it felt. he sat on the couch facing lucerne, arms draped around his legs. they had chatted together for a while, had a few sips of wine… an easy, small smile was on his lips. the only thing that caught his attention was lucerne standing up from his spot.

“you’re going to your room?”


he hummed shortly. “alright.” lucerne wandered out of the room and towards his bedroom. “goodnight.” his gaze lingered on lucerne’s back, watching as the man disappeared into his room, the door closing behind him. his gaze fell on the floor. then, he stood up from his spot, went into his room-- and came back out a few moments later. he headed towards lucerne’s room, knocking momentarily before inviting himself in.



he stepped further into the room, a wrapped box in hand. a present. he held it out for lucerne to take. lucerne looked surprised. “here.” lucerne held the box in his hands, looking over it almost impassively then. “what is this?”

addy took that moment to step closer. then, he pressed his lips against lucerne’s cheek. “merry christmas.” he didn’t even wait for lucerne to open the gift. his cheeks felt hot as he left the room, swiftly retreating to his own bedroom before lucerne could react. there, he closed the door behind him. took a deep breath, and then exhaled it in one deep sigh as he leaned back against the door. his heart hammered away in his chest, his cheeks still burning… and, then, a smile settled on his lips. maybe he was starting to get why people liked christmas, after all. 

if only he could’ve seen the way lucerne’s eyes lit up as he opened the present and marveled at the polaroid camera inside.