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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 3 years

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I and Love and You

The fifth in Rafael Barba/Reader/Frederick Chilton threesome verse written in collaboration with @pascalispretty . Mood board also by the lovely and talented @pascalispretty !! Yep. We did this. Was it necessary? No. Did we enjoy it? Sometimes. Are you going to read it? I sure hope you do and that you like it! Cross posted on ao3!

Part Five of the series So Much Easier than You Realize

Warnings: Total and complete tooth rotting fluff. Schedule an appointment with your dentists, ladies and germs. Rafael is, as always, a bit of a jackass. You will probably have an incurable craving for breakfast food. And the teeniest tiniest mention of daddy kink. Rating: E for everyone because there is nothing objectionable in this at all, I did not think we could actually write something this sweet lol. Word Count: 3725 Summary: Mornings are for cookies and contemplation.

When Rafa wakes up, he spares a moment to sympathize with his growling stomach. More than one moment, if he’s being honest with himself. He isn’t normally an early riser but his stomach wouldn’t be so empty if he’d been allowed to have his bedtime snack and not rudely distracted by his two partners and an ingenious application of his second favorite blue tie. The result is pleasantly sore abdominal muscles and the rare opportunity to wake up in time to see the both of them still peacefully asleep in bed next to him.

Fred’s back is pressed close to his chest and his legs brush against Rafa’s as he levers himself up onto his elbow to look at her on Fred’s other side. Her face is tucked against Fred’s neck and the doctor’s arms are wrapped tightly around her, and Rafa smiles at them both, still asleep in the soft grey early morning light.

Fred shifts, and an irritable frown passes over his face the longer Rafa uses him to balance himself to stare at the two of them, so Rafa quickly presses a kiss to his temple before settling back down with a sigh.

It’s too early to be up, really, but he’s starving and is not getting back to sleep without eating something. He grunts and sits up before pressing another kiss to Fred’s shoulder. He swings his legs out of bed and grabs a pair of grey sweatpants.

Rafa trudges down the hall to the kitchen. There were still Bugles hidden in the back of Fred’s Tupperware cabinet. Oh shit, had he eaten them all? He flicks on the light to the kitchen and huffs a quiet laugh when he finds a sticky note on the door of said cabinet in Fred’s small, precise handwriting.

Sorry, I ate the last of your chips two days ago. In my defense, counselor, you left them in my house and I was having a very stressful day. I made you cookies instead, they’re on top of the microwave. I figured you’d be up before the both of us this morning since you didn’t get your snack. --An Apologetic Psychiatrist who feels like he shouldn’t be apologizing for eating food in his own cupboards.

Rafa runs his fingers over the note a few times, smiling like an idiot, his heart feeling full and warm and about seven sizes larger than it was when he woke up. He turns his head and sees a plastic container (with a green lid because the green Tupperware was for storage of baked goods as Fred was constantly reminding him) right where Fred said it would be, and when he steps over to investigate it further he finds a batch of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. Another note is stuck to the lid.

I know these aren’t your favorite. I know that you don’t really enjoy white chocolate. Consider this my attempt to make sure you don’t eat all of these in one sitting. Please limit yourself to two; you aren’t in your 20’s anymore, Rafael, and it’s not even a normal time for breakfast yet, much less cookies. --A Not Apologetic Psychiatrist who doesn’t want your first heart attack to be in his apartment, thank you very much.

Rafa rolls his eyes and peels the lid off, smirking as he deliberately takes three out of the box. He doesn’t hate white chocolate, after all, and he does love macadamia nuts. And he has always had a problem following instructions.

Standing at the kitchen counter, Rafa eats his cookies with a pleased groan, once again thanking whatever saints or angels his mami appeals to for sending him a partner that bakes. Not that he thinks his mother would have prayed for someone at all like Fred. Fussy, officious, arrogant, snobby, and, well, a man. His mother would have had someone like their younger lover in mind however. Smart, pretty, and willing to stand up to his attitude. Most of the time anyways. Well, what did Lucia Barba always say? You can make as many requests of God as you want to but remember that He has a sense of humor too? She got him a little extra than what her original request probably specified.

Rafa snorts at the thought and brushes crumbs off his bare chest, leaning back against the counter and surveying the kitchen in the growing light. He’s still hungry but he knows he’ll hear about it if Fred wakes up and all of those cookies are gone. And today is supposed to be the one day this whole month the three of them can spend just being quiet together with no plans, no work, and no prior obligations. He’d rather not spend it all dodging Fred’s passive aggressive jabs and her pouting looks and quiet pleas to please just be the bigger man and apologize.

He stretches his arms out on the counter behind him and tips his head back, staring absently at Fred’s kitchen ceiling as he contemplates making his way back to bed and napping until Fred wakes up and decides to order in breakfast. He’s nearly settled on that plan when he catches sight out of the corner of his eye of the bright blue note on the cupboard. He doesn’t remember Fred spending any time in the kitchen before the two of them dragged Rafa into the bedroom to put his ties to a much more interesting use. He must have gotten out of bed after Rafa fell asleep to put this together, and Rafa can’t help the smile that spreads over his entire face.

Rafa slaps his palms on the counter and shoves himself off, making his way over to the fridge to see what Fred has in the way of actual food. He’s already awake; the least he can do is make breakfast.

He finds the ingredients for pancakes easily enough--Fred is a stickler for organization. Rafa tries not to make a mess as he moves around the perfectly arranged and spotless kitchen. He stirs the batter by hand rather than risk the noise of the KitchenAid but pauses over whether or not to put chocolate chips in.

She would be pleased, her sweet tooth nearly rivals his own, but Fred would almost definitely be annoyed. Especially because Rafa has already had chocolate earlier in the morning. With a fond sigh, Rafa puts the glass jar back in the cupboard, though not before tipping a few of the chocolate chips out into his hand.

It reminds him of cooking in Fred’s beautiful house in Baltimore, his sweet girl laughing and dancing around the kitchen in one of Fred’s shirts, barely being any help at all. All three of them adore the big, beautiful house that Fred had shyly shown them--as if they could have done anything else other than fall in love with it.

Fred relaxed slightly when it became clear that his guests found the house as beautiful as he did. Rafa tried to help her in slowing Fred down as he showed it to them, asking questions about particular objects or features and pointing out the things they especially admired. Every sincere compliment kept a gratified little smile plastered on Fred’s face--and there was plenty to compliment him on.

It’s clear that it holds a special place in Fred’s heart. It’s so him, every inch of it reflecting back the man who poured so much time and effort and money into making it a home. From the collection of antique medical texts carefully displayed on the shelves to the exact shade of teal velvet upholstery on some of the armchairs, Fred had lavished attention on the house to surround himself with things he loved and found beautiful. It amused Rafa to wonder if he’d taken that into account when he’d invited his partners over; whether they’d laud the elegant aesthetic he’d established in his home.

Shifting the spoon briefly to give his right hand a break from mixing, he smiles at the memory. He’s never actually admitted to Fred how much he likes playing house with his two partners there. Rafa is fairly certain that the kitchen in the Baltimore house is larger than the apartment that he grew up in and he knows that a wine cellar is an absurd luxury. But it’s a place where the three of them are free to be themselves, without worrying about nosy neighbors and doormen.

Rafa snorts quietly, folding the batter briskly to get out all the little flour bubbles. That pretty well explains how he feels about Fred too. Fred is too high maintenance, too abrasive in all the ways Rafa normally hates, too… prep school, but Rafa can’t help but smile indulgently every time he turns his nose up at a meal that costs less than fifty dollars, or every time he gets that prissy stubborn look on his face, or juts his chin out and point blank refuses to admit that he’s wrong (even though Rafa can tell that he knows that he is).

He never apologizes either. Ever. He’ll be proven wrong, he’ll hurt both their feelings, and the closest to any sort of acknowledgment of wrongdoing that the both of them will get will be a cup of coffee in bed the next morning, one of Fred’s most handsome smiles, and the complete and sudden cessation of all hostilities like the fight never happened. Rafa knows that with anyone else that kind of behavior would be a relationship killer.

Rafa looks over the batter and nods to himself, satisfied with the consistency, and balances the spoon against the side of the bowl. He stares at the oven and frowns. Just pancakes hardly make breakfast. Going over to the fridge, he grabs bacon out of its particular place, rolling his eyes as he does so, and tosses it on the counter next to the pancake batter, reaching under the silverware drawer for a frying pan.

Maybe it’s the way Fred ‘apologizes’ with the perfect cup of coffee instead of actual words. Maybe it’s that same perfect cup of coffee that somehow manages to find its way onto his desk at work when he’s too swamped to go out and get one--just because Fred knows he needs it. Or a sandwich from his favorite deli and a quick flash of that handsome smile on Fred’s lunch break.

Rafa gets started on actually cooking said breakfast, hissing and swearing quietly when he gets a first-hand demonstration of why you shouldn’t fry things without a shirt on. Fred would have more than a few words to say to him about the relative intelligence of what he’s doing right now. He grins. Maybe that’s it--the way he cares while trying desperately to make it seem like every time it’s an inconvenience of the highest order.

Maybe Rafa loves Fred because every once in a while, when he’s very drunk, very tired, or the perfect combination of both, Fred slips a little and calls the both of them by those cute, ridiculous southern pet names that before now Rafa would have put money on being more myth than fact. And how embarrassed he is when it is pointed out to him that he just called a forty-something year old man ‘pickle’.

Fred is arrogant, prickly, particular, and both overindulgent and overly judgmental of vices depending on if he himself shares in them. He is a pain to get along with most of the time and sometimes treats the two of them like they’re made of spun gold--things to be cherished and well looked after and shown off to the best of his ability. He’s a contradictory monster and Rafa loves him.

He has a feeling that the smile on his face is sappy and ridiculous, but as he turns the bacon and settles to wait a few more minutes, he shrugs. There isn’t anyone else around this early to see him; his reputation as a son of a bitch and a jackass won’t be ruined. He loves Fred. He loves her. He loves both of them--sometimes so much it’s hard for him to keep it to himself and wait for them to come to the same conclusion. Their individual faults, foibles, and perfections and the way they mesh with each other and fit so surprisingly well in his own life.

Like getting new book recommendations from her--whenever he has the time to actually read something for fun. She leaves them on his home desk with a brief explanation why she thinks he’ll like them. That almost always makes up for the numerous occasions he has gone looking for one of his own books and found it had mysteriously jumped off its shelf and walked itself three rooms over, or managed to find itself completely out of order.

He drains the bacon onto a paper towel covered plate and gives the pan a quick rinse. He loves finding packets of M&M’s in his briefcase or in his suit coat pockets, loves knowing they’re from her and that she braved Fred’s ire to indulge his habit of constant snacking. A habit Fred particularly despises. He loves--most of the time--being a couple minutes late to work some mornings because she got into a nearly incoherent argument with him about what color tie he should wear. He loves that she loves his wardrobe as much as he does.

Rafa loves ganging up with her to tease Fred and loves that she can take some teasing herself. He loves that she just rolls her eyes and plays along when his puckish side emerges and he can’t help but be an asshole even though he can tell she would rather he didn’t.

Rafa starts pouring pancake batter, chuckling to himself when he recalls the mood she’d gotten into the last time his sense of humor had gotten the better of him. While waiting for a table in a restaurant, a strange woman had made a snide comment about ‘men dating women young enough to be their daughters’ and Rafa had been unable to resist feigning outrage and asking what was so terrible about a man taking his daughter out for a nice birthday dinner.

The woman had been mortified, and Rafa had enjoyed the look on her face so much that he’d only hammered the point home further, telling her it was hardly his fault he was a widower and a single parent. He hoped it had taught her a valuable lesson in boundaries. His sweet girl had been so embarrassed but it had been so worth it.

Flipping the first pancake, he thinks about the flaws that come with her youth. She’s always the first one to joke about having daddy issues and Rafa can hardly deny how much he enjoys hearing her call him papi--and Fred daddy--in bed. He just has to try not to think too deeply about it. Not that Rafa really has a leg to stand on where difficult paternal relationships are concerned. But her jokes mask an insecurity and a clinginess that Fred has a habit of overindulging. More than once when he’s been trying to work she’s tried to distract him or cuddle up to him and then gotten sulky when he had to gently but firmly rebuff her.

When he finally finishes work on those evenings, he usually finds her wrapped around Fred instead, giving him a wounded look when he finally emerges from behind his case files. Those looks are wordless guilt trips every time he’s on the receiving end of one--no matter how right he feels in his decision to work instead of play.

And yet somehow she’s worked the same magic on him that Fred has. A flaw that in anyone else would have stopped any idea of a relationship in its tracks is something that he’s come to love about her. Her clinginess comes from a place of emotional fragility and it must be hard to let her partners see that. The fact that she trusts them enough to be so vulnerable around them makes Rafa’s heart swell. He can’t help but love her, even when he’s dealing with her pouting and huffing.

Fred talks about it like Rafa is somehow being ungrateful, that he should drop everything to spend time with his beautiful, smart, young lover, and it drives Rafa crazy. He knows that Fred generally means well when he tries to appeal against his more workaholic tendencies, but he also knows that Fred could retire now and live off his trust fund if he wanted. It rubs him the wrong way when Fred tries to discourage him from working hard because he’s never needed to understand why Rafa works as hard as he does.

He starts stacking the cooked pancakes on a plate on the stove and furrows his brow in concentration. Fred gleefully indulges her in her clinginess, dropping everything to scoop her into his arms or take her to bed. They’ve even taken to napping together with his cock still tucked inside her, as if they can’t bear to be anything other than as close as physically possible. He’s stubbornly blind to the fact that Rafa can’t just drop what he’s doing. If Fred misses a deadline for submitting a journal article the worst that happens is it gets pushed back an issue. If Rafa misses something in his case files or submits something late or fails to prepare as fully as he should, it can ruin lives. Dangerous predators can be let out on the street to offend again. People don’t get the justice they deserve. And even in this day and age, a poor boy with a Spanish name is granted a lot less leeway with employers than a rich boy with a nice American name and family money.

They come from very different worlds, even if Rafa has carefully and thoroughly infiltrated Fred’s, and Rafa loves and hates it a little that Fred forgets that most of the time. Rafa has to always be ‘on’ and can’t afford the same kind of laxness that Fred can.

Sometimes he even has to be ‘on’ at home when he’d rather put his fist through a wall or wrap himself in every blanket in the apartment with a bottle of scotch and pass out. Like when he walks into whichever apartment they’re spending the night at to find Fred in a screaming match with her that he has to moderate. She likes to complain that he and Fred can really get into it like a pair of children, and he isn’t saying she’s wrong—they definitely can—but she and Fred are just as bad. Frankly, the three of them are cut from the same cloth when it comes to being pig headed and it makes for some rather loud and spirited fights.

Like the frequent battles she has with Fred over her occasional smoking habit. They always start out with Fred gently chiding and somehow end up with Fred snidely pulling out his “I went to medical school, therefore everyone else is a moron” voice and her reminding him that he couldn’t cut it as a real doctor and she’ll “smoke a goddamn fucking cigarette every once in a while if she fucking feels like it.” Rafa tries to interfere before it descends to “as much as you like to act like it sometimes, Frederick, you aren’t my father” and “maybe if you knew how to make better choices you wouldn’t be constantly seeking validation from older men,” but he doesn’t always get home in time and instead walks in to the both of them glaring icily at each other or shouting as many deliberately hurtful things as they can.

He likes to leave his courtroom face at work, but it’s generally the only thing that will defuse those battles, or at least calm them down into cold wars. Rafa doesn’t particularly enjoy playing mediator on the best of days, especially not when one wrong word from him will have one or both of them turning on him as another enemy combatant. He likes his occasional cigarette too, and he snacks constantly, and eats terribly; all things that Fred will use to drag him into a fight.

But while he hates trying to calm them down enough to at least stop yelling, he has to admit he loves having people around to yell in the first place. Yes, these fights mean he has to put on his lawyer face when he’d rather get drunk and pass out. But he has people in his life to break up fights between. He can come “home” to people who care about him. People who, when they aren’t screaming, see him come through the door and smile. People who would, and have on occasion, drop what they are doing to bring him something he left at home and needs now. People who drop a sandwich on his desk when he’s working and quietly--most of the time-- leave him to it.

People who care and appreciate him.

Rafa finishes setting plates and cutlery out on the island and starts the coffee maker. He loves having them a few rooms away. He loves knowing that they like him enough to put up with his “shoebox sized apartment”, with him being an incurable workaholic, with the fact that when he gets stressed or angry he lashes out at anyone around him. With the fact that when he does he can be more than a little cruel.

Rafa makes his way back into Fred’s bedroom, wincing as always at how bright it gets when the morning sun fully hits it. He smiles when he sees them still tucked against each other just like he had left them. He loves this view the most.

Rafa grins mischievously. They put up with his innate tendency to be a complete and utter jackass, and that is one more thing he loves about them.

“I just rearranged every single cupboard, bookshelf, and drawer in your entire apartment, Frederick!” Rafa informs the room in general. Loudly.

Fred’s eyes snap open and he sits up, dislodging his sleeping companion without a second glance. His gaze lands on Rafa, who is smirking next to him, and his eyes go comically wide in horror.

“Rafael Barba, you didn’t.”

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new2otomelol · 3 years

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What if... I follow the current (A KBTBB fanfic) The End

My recovery was slow; well, it didn't have to be. Soryu made sure Inui and Samejima monitored my every move around the house and forced me to bed rest as much as possible. I will admit, my homicidal tendencies almost made themselves apparent as I almost went crazy from boredom; however, Soryu's detective novels and visits from Rafa made a big difference.

A month passed since my "insisted" recovery. The last couple of weeks I was able to sneak out of my room to make myself my favorite snack, an omelette. Since then, Soryu would join me, at first to make sure I wouldn't hurt myself and to scold me, but then, it turned into a ritual. We got to know each other very well and spoke of our families, hardships, etc.

I never expected to get to know him on a deeper level, but it happened. He knows more about me than many have in a long time. If I didn't know any better, I would think I have feelings for the guy, but, then again, I have never had luck in that department.

Pouring my egg mixture into the pan I watch it sizzle and solidify. What should I do? Should I go with my heart and see how things go? Am I strong enough again?

I place the potatoes, bacon, cheese and spinach to complete the omelettes. What am I thinking about? I need to focus on the now, I can't start something with someone new. I have unresolved issues and...

"Smells delicious." Soryu's deep, sensual voice fills the kitchen. "Pretty much done, have a seat." I serve the omelettes as he prepares our drinks and takes a seat. I do so love this interaction between us. It feels natural, like its being going on for a very long time. But does he feel the same?

"So, tell me. Did Rafa find any other clues about your past?" Soryu asks. "He says that the hospital I was found in as a child, had received me from a stranger who ran off. Apparently, I was wearing a bracelet from another hospital and the stranger had snapped it off of me, in front of a nurse before taking off. It seems like it's another cold lead."

Soryu looks conflicted about something, but continues the conversation with me. "How is Rafa doing?" I finish eating my omelette as fast as I can, something's up with him and he doesn't know how to tell me. "He's fine, says he needs me back at work. Customers have been asking for me at the bar too." He lowers his utensils and places them down harshly on his now empty plate.

"Well, he'll have to wait because you are in no shape to be working there. You took a bullet..." I stand up frustrated that he won't just come out with whatever he has to say. I pick up my plate and his and place them in the sink. How dare he bring that up every single time! I'm okay now!

I open the faucet and let the dishes cover in water when suddenly I feel someone right behind me. Soryu's hand reaches for the faucet and shuts the water off. A bit heated by his proximity, but still irritated, I turn to face him, not realizing how close to me he is. "You are truly infuriating sometimes Sara! I am just trying to do what is best for you and... the hell with it!"

Next thing I know Soryu reaches for my face with both hands and steals my lips. His kiss is soft and wonderful at first, but as I reciprocate it intensifies with passion. I never knew he felt the same for me, but now I can see it. He has been taking care of me, always taking time to talk to me at night, caring about my past, all the signs were there. After what seems like the longest kiss of my life, we both separate to catch our breath.

"Sor... I, uh..." He smiles gently at me then kisses me briefly one more time. "I know you feel the same as I. I've never felt this way about anyone and I am not about to let you go." I stare deep into his eyes and see my reflection. My tears blur my vision and I launch myself at him; placing my arms around his neck I whisper into his ear. "I love you too you big lug!" I feel his arms tighten around my waist and suddenly stop, he then gently grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me back.

"Before we can go any further, we need your brother's blessing." My what?! What does he mean. Confusion sets in generating a million questions in my mind. "Sara, I had a suspicion about you ever since you were at the hospital. I saw your scar on your chest as a nurse had re-adjusted your electrodes, plus, you vaguely resemble the asshole. Just to verify it, I had a friend of mine do a DNA test and it came back a match." The news hits me like a ton of bricks, but who is he talking about? I have family?

"Your real name is Yukari and your brother is Eiuske." Suddenly I feel as if the room is spinning and the air has been taken out of me; my knees weaken and I lose control. Soryu quickly sweeps me off my feet and moves us to the living room, placing me on a couch. "Breathe sweetheart, breathe. I am sorry to break it to you this way, but I just found out about the DNA results about an hour ago." "You mean Eisuke is... but... we are nothing alike! He's a stubborn, pigheaded jerk! And how? What?" Soryu laughs. "He is stubborn alright, intelligent and caring in his own way, just like you. Now, let's go and talk to him, he's been searching for you his entire life. You are the reason he hosts the auctions. Now, let me help you up, I'll explain everything in the car."

AT THE TRES SPADES During the car drive Soryu fills me in on the night of the fire, how my real family was betrayed by a close friend and how Eisuke and I were found, but I had disappeared from the hospital. It all makes sense, it's still just a lot of information to take in.

While we take the elevator to the penthouse floor, Soryu takes my hand kisses my forehead. "Stop being nervous, everything will turn out alright." I laugh nervously. "Easy for you to say. He can be so cold; I just don't think he'll like the idea of me being related to him."

He let's go of my hand and reels me in for a hug instead. "It's not like that, you'll see. I'll be right beside you the entire time." I hug him tight and take in his scent. It's crazy how life changes in an instant, it's been happening to me a lot since meeting these men.

The elevator dings and the doors open, Soryu and I quickly separate but he takes my hand and leads me to the lobby. "Oh my! Pretty lady, you're here!" I hear Baba shout excitedly as he rushes over to us, but quickly stops as Soryu gives him the coldest look I have ever seen. "Fine, fine, I get it! She's with you, calm down Sor! Eisuke is upstairs waiting for you." Soryu grunts and leads me to Eisuke's office.

Once there, he taps lightly on the door. Eisuke's voice can be heard clearly enough "come in!" I take a deep breath and we both step in. "I see you got yourself a woman now." He states as he looks at Soryu.

"Her name is... before I can tell you any further you're going to have to sit down." Eisuke frowns and takes a seat on his desk. Soryu and I take a seat across from him in his guest chairs. "Eisuke, this is Yukari, your sister." Suddenly he stands up in shock and looks at me, then at Soryu. "How can you be sure?" He almost yells out his question, but seems to be more concerned and excited. Two emotions I prefer over anger.

"I had a blood test done, Luke confirmed it for me. She has a scar where you remember your sister having been injured, plus the timelines and life events she went trhough correlate with yours. She is your sister." Eisuke looks down to the ground as he processes the information he has been presented with.

I stand up, feeling compelled to help him. I walk slowly towards him and place a hand on his shoulder. "I know it's hard to believe, I didn't at first, just ask Soryu. But looking at you now, I remember a little boy that I see often in my dreams. I use to call out to you 'Sukiiii' all the time. Sadly, that is all I remember, besides the fire."

Eisuke suddenly raises his head to look at me and I can see the formation of tears that threaten to spill in his eyes, but remain firm. He shakes my hand from his shoulder and quickly hugs me. I wasn't expecting it, but I lose myself in the moment and hug him back. "I lost all hope in finding you. Forgive me, for leaving you behind, for the auction, for everything." I hug him tighter for a few seconds then release my hold. I take a step back and look him in the eyes. "No need to, you didn't do anything wrong as a child, you tried to protect me. As far as the auctions go, I could go on for days about that with you, but in the end, you found me." He smiles for the first time and holds my hands.

"Eisuke, please know that I will take care of her with all my might." Suddenly Eisuke's eyes widen and as if suddenly remembering that Soryu and I had walked in together holding hands.

"Before you blow your top off, just now that we do care for each other and that this is what I want. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other and..."

"I WILL allow it, after all, Soryu is like a brother to me; however, you WILL be staying with me at least a couple of days per week so that we can get to know each other, I won't take no for an answer!" Soryu grunts in disapproval and I yelp in excitement, hugging Eisuke once again. "I promise!"

As I said before, life has a tendency to change without much caution. No matter how good or bad things can be, I always go with the flow and right now, this feels like a current, but a good one. Let's see how things turn out!

Thank you all for reading, sorry for the long delay in writing it! Being a teacher during these times is tough, but making it through! Take care and have wonderful holidays! Feel free to request if you like my writing :-)

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starrynite7114 · 5 years

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snapshots: the ex-factor

A/N: I finally have an update for you all! Sorry this took so long, but I’m glad to finally post it! Hope you guys enjoy!

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You looked over at Angel, enjoying your time together. Currently, you two were lounging in his apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Your feet were resting on his lap as he watched Bird Box and you were reading a book EZ recommended.

After your argument a month ago, it’s been good between you and Angel. He’s made it a point to always communicate with you. Honestly, you felt like an idiot for not being able to communicate with him, he was your best friend before any of this started. You were always able to talk to him. The only thing that’s changed between now and then was that you two were together now.

You truly cherished moments like this with Angel. You two had no worries in the world and just enjoyed one another’s company. It was the best thing in the world.

“You want to do something tonight?” Angel asked once the movie was done.

“Sure, what do you want to do?” You placed the book on your lap, keeping your finger in between the pages to keep your place.

“It’s valentine’s weekend.” He reminded you.

You nodded your head, a smile appearing on your face. “I’m well aware of that Reyes, but you know, it’s gonna be too crowded.”

“Well, I got something planned.” He began to massage your feet and you laughed.

“Angel, don’t, you know I’m ticklish,” you let out as you laughed and he continued his massaging.

“Are you now? Never noticed,” he smirked, but he stopped messing with your feet. “No plans with your other boyfriend?”

“If you mean Rafa? No. My other ones, I told them no plans because I figured my number one wanted to spend time with me.”

Angel rolled his eyes. “Hahaha, aren’t you a fucking comedian,” he shook his head. “Rafa is gonna pick you up, go and have a spa day and I’ll stay home and cook.”

“Cook? You?” You laughed. “Babe, buying takeout and preparing it doesn’t count.”

“For your information, EZ is cooking, I’ll supervise.”

You laughed once again. “You’re such a dork, but you know pizza won’t be so bad either.”

“Babe, just get ready, Rafael is gonna be here in 30 minutes, we know how he gets when your cute ass ain’t ready.” He tapped your shin, pushing your legs off his lap. “Let’s go mi dulce,”

“Okay, okay,” you stood up, placing the book on the coffee table. “Ares, come with mommy,” Ares was currently situated between the coffee table and the television stand. Upon hearing your request, he stood up.

“No, Ares, stay here, you distract her too much.” Angel gestured for Ares to come to him.

Ares looked at Angel, made some sort of scoffing noise and made his way towards the bedroom.

“I fucking told you he hates me.” Angel pointed out to you.

“He does not!” You brushed him off. “He just likes me better.”

Angel chuckled. It’s not like he could blame the dog, but where was the loyalty? Though, Angel figured he should be thankful that Ares was as protective of you as he was. Angel and Ares got along fine when it was just them, but when you were added in, forget about it.

He didn’t really have an elaborate plan, but he just wanted to have a great valentine’s day since it’s the first one you two were celebrating together as a couple. Initially, he didn’t plan on doing anything, but after having a lengthy conversation with Rafael, he decided to do it.

Rafael and Angel’s relationship has been much better, though you’re almost certain it was due to the fact that Rafael was gay and was not a threat to him. Angel played nice with most of your male friends as long as they knew that he didn’t tolerate any passes they would try to make.

“Babe, which spa are we going to?” He heard you ask.

“It’s a surprise!” Angel replied.

You walked out of the room and leaned on the back of the couch right beside Angel. “I didn’t get you anything for valentine’s.”

“I’m sure you can make it up to me later,” he smirked placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Oh yeah?” You raised an eyebrow, a smirk on your lips. Turning Angel’s face towards you, you placed a kiss on his lips, pulling away once air became scarce. “I look forward to that.”

“Mmhmm, I bet you are,” you chuckled. Standing up again, you took your phone out of your pocket to see if Rafael has called and he did. “Alright, I gotta go, love you.” You gave him one quick kiss and Ares a quick hug before running out of the door with your stuff in hand.

Angel chuckled as he watched you run out of the door, Ares following after you. The door closed before Ares could reach you. He sat by the door, turning to Angel every once in a while. Angel watched Ares, amuses by his behavior. That would technically be him too, but he tried not to be clingy with you.

“Yeah, me too bud,”Angel chuckled. “Ares, come here,” he was still learning new commands, but once Ange repeated his words and gestures for him to come over, Ares padded along towards him. Ange picked him up and placed him on his chest as he laid down. He began to pet the dog, both of their eyes slowly closing as a film played in the background.

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You and Rafael walked out of the spa, feeling absolutely refreshed. You couldn’t wait to get home to Angel and tell him all about your spa day.

“You should have confessed to Angel years ago, you would have been pampered.” Rafael teased. “Or you should have stayed with Jake.”

“Hey, we don’t talk about Jake.” You scolded him.

Rafael chuckled. “He was a good guy! You just got rid of him because he didn’t get on with Angel.” He shook his head. “Which in hindsight, makes absolute sense.”

“Jake was a good guy, I still feel terrible how everything ended.” You really liked Jake, and you two made it to a year before your relationship fell apart. At times, you regretted letting Angel have so much control over your relationship, but it was Angel.

“How you basically forgot about your anniversary dinner? Complete dick move.” Rafael wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “But you know, he took it well.”

“Yeah, he did,” you bit your lower lip. “I wonder how he is?”

“Well you can ask him,” Rafael maneuvered you so that you saw Jake walking over to you two.

“Jake,” you breathed out. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he greeted you with a smile. “How are you?” He wrapped his arms around you, surprising you.

“I’m good, how are you?” You returned his hug, pulling away and stepping back to stand next to Rafael.

“Rafael, nice to see you as well,” Jake greeted Rafael.

“Likewise, I thought you moved to New York?” Rafael remained social media friends with Jake seeing as how he thought the guy was a pretty cool guy.

“I did, I’m visiting my mother for Valentine’s day.” Jake shifted his attention back to you. “So, are you two heading out for a valentine’s date? As friends I mean.” You realized then that Rafael had come out to Jake while you two were dating. Jake was always accepting of your friendship with Rafael, he never once was intimidated or worried about your closeness. But Rafael wanted to tell him since Jake was such a stand up guy.

“No, actually we just had a spa day and I’m taking her back to her boyfriend so he can pamper her further.” You wanted to elbow Rafael since the last thing you wanted was to tell your ex-boyfriend that you were dating the man he credited for your breakup.

“Angel?” Jake smirked, it wasn’t malicious but he figured Angel was bound to make his move. Either that or he felt bad for the guy you were dating cause it would never last long.

“How’d you know?” You asked.

“Well, it was only a matter of time,” Jake shrugged. “I figured Rafael would push him enough.”

Rafael laughed at that. “Jake, I did no such thing.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jake chuckled. “I thought I would be the breaking point.” Angel made it very apparent to Jake that he didn’t like him. Jake didn’t want to assume that Angel had feelings for you, but it was difficult to not come to that conclusion. Angel never acknowledged Jake and he was almost certain it frustrated the biker that he didn’t intimidate easily. But he really liked you and he didn’t care what Angel did. “Glad he finally had the guts to tell you how he felt.”

“Did everyone know?” You looked at Rafael and Jake who just had stupid smiles on their faces.

“No, not exactly, but if you’re the guy taking the attention away from Angel then you’re bound to find out.” Rafael shrugged.

“Enough about me, how are you? How’s New York?” You questioned. “We were there around the holidays.”

“Good, the weather takes some adjusting to, but I like it so far. Yeah, Rafael told me, but I was in San Diego.” Jake softly placed a hand on your arm, moving you away from an oncoming car. The three of you moved towards your car that happened to be parked right besides Jake. “How’s life treating you?” Jake wanted a clean break from you so he removed you from all of his social media accounts. While he bowed out on his own accord, it would be difficult for him if he chose to remain in contact.

“Good, just busy with work and Angel,”

“So nothing’s changed.”

All three of you laughed at that reply. There was no bitterness behind his tone, just simply stating facts.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you finally took the plunge with Angel. It was bound to happen,” Jake offered you a smile. “Besides, I would be pissed if you two didn’t get together after I sacrificed myself.”

You laughed once again. “Very kind of you to sacrifice yourself, I just want to apologize,” Jake’s brows furrowed, unsure of what you’re apologizing for. “I shouldn’t have stood you up and you had every right to break up with me.”

“I think I was more angry that I let myself believe you would pick me over Angel,” he held up a hand as you opened your mouth to defend yourself. “Again, I’m not upset anymore, I guess I just wished you really gave us a shot. But I couldn’t compete with Angel.” Jake chuckled. “We were perfect together on paper, but in reality, someone else already held your heart.”

Rafael slowly backed away from the scene, knowing you and Jake would want some privacy. He didn’t really expect for this to happen. Even though he knew Jake was in town, he figured it would be incredibly lucky if you two would even run into one another, but he may have manifested this into fruition. He always believed that you and Jake needed to close the chapter since in some ways, it was open ended.

“You’ll find someone, I know you will. Not everyone is like me.”

“I’m sure, but for now, my main focus is work and my mother.”

You smiled. “Good, how is your mom?”

“She’s good, just been a hard year for her after she lost my dad.”

You were there during Jake’s father’s battle with cancer. You couldn’t even imagine how his mom felt. It was her first Valentine’s Day without her husband.

“Your mom is incredibly lucky to have you, I’m glad you flew home to see her.”

“Definitely,” Jake looked over at Rafael who was at the driver’s side of his vehicle. “It was nice seeing you, y/n. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Jake knew he shouldn’t but he figured Angel wasn’t around, so why not? He gave you a peck on the cheek before giving you one last hug. He waved goodbye to Rafael before making his way to the flower shop he was making his way to before he had spotted you.

You and Rafael watched as Jake walked away. Turning to Rafael he smirked and you pointed at him. “Don’t tell Angel.”

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Rafael dropped you off, giving you a quick hug before he made his way down the stairs of Angel’s apartment building. You opened the door and found Angel asleep on the couch. Ares was by the door, lifting his head up when you stepped in. He happily greeted you, your hand immediately finding the back of his ear for his favorite rub

“Hey baby,” you gave him a kiss on the forehead.

You looked at Angel, smiling as he slept peacefully. After seeing Jake, you would think it would rattle you a bit. You truly did like Jake, you couldn’t say you loved him, but you did think the world of him at one point and time. It was then your delusions were truly playing with you since Angel has never been more vocal about an ex of yours before. Whenever you introduced an a boyfriend to Angel, he gave them a chance, but eventually, he would sniff them out and it was a done deal. But that never happened with Jake. It was an immediate dislike and you never really bothered to ask Angel why.

After you locked the door, you walked over to Angel, placing your purse on the coffee table. Slowly, you lower yourself so that you were on top of Angel, your head laying on his chest after you moved his arms out of the way. Without even a hesitation, Angel wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Hola mi amor,” he greeted you as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. You felt his breathing even out once again. You smiled against his chest, your eyes closing with him. Ares tugged on your jeans, wanting to join in as well.

“No Ares, later,” you told your puppy as he made his way over to the top of the couch.

Ares sat down, tilting his head. It was the last thing you saw before your eyes closed, relaxing against Angel.

You woke up an hour and a half later with your head on the pillow instead of Angel. You sat up, rubbing your eyes as you heard the Reyes brothers in the kitchen, trying to keep their voices down.

“Just let me fucking cook Angel,” you heard EZ hiss out at his brother.

“Why can’t you just teach me so I don’t have to owe you anything next year?”

You laughed at that. You loved it when the two brothers were together. It seemed that their relationship was slowly healing and you were thankful. As much as they didn’t want to admit it, they relied on one another.

“I’ll teach you another day, just go be with your girl.” EZ shooed him away from the kitchen.

Angel chuckled and he found you sitting on the couch with Ares on your lap.

“Hey baby,” he smiled, joining you on the couch. “You look relaxed.”

“It was amazing babe, thank you,” you gave him a kiss before laying your head on his shoulder. “You truly are the best.”

“I try,” Angel shrugged. “Waking up to you in my arms was definitely the highlight of my day, but you know, you can definitely try and trump it later.”

You laughed, playfully smacking him on the stomach.

“Ouch, babe,” Angel feigned hurt. “Rafael didn’t take you shopping?”

“Was he supposed to?”

“I told him to keep you occupied for a few hours.”

“We saw Jake.”

You felt Angel slightly freeze up before he slightly relaxed.

“Yeah? Where at?” Rafael had informed Angel that Jake had moved to New York. Angel was so relieved that pretty boy McGee left. If you were concerned about Adelita, Jake was basically your Adelita for Angel. He couldn’t place it, but when you started talking about Jake, the awe in your voice, the smile you had, it fucking killed him. The day he feared came, there was someone in your life that could possibly take you away from him. He couldn’t really put his finger on it, but it was different with Jake, it was a gut feeling.

As soon as you first mentioned Jake to Angel, he was on his shit list. And it pissed him off that Jake would not get intimidated by him. Angel revel at the fact that he knew how feared he was as a part of the MC. But it didn’t phase Jake. He continued to have that smug look on his face and it irritated Angel to no end. To top it off, Jake was able to make you his girlfriend. Angel schemed with Coco and Gilly to try and break you two up, but you two lasted a year.

It was a difficult year for Angel and he knew then that he had to make you his. He wouldn’t be able to recover if Jake was actually able to fully take you away from him.

“Outside of the spa,” you pulled away from him, maneuvering your body so you were not facing him. “He’s visiting his mother.”

Angel nodded his head. “First Valentine’s Day without her husband.” As much as he made you think that he wasn’t paying attention whenever you spoke about Jake, he did. Every little fucking detail Angel could recite to you. That’s how much Jake had bothered him.

“How’d you know that?”

“Querida, whatever you said about pretty boy McGee, I remember. Even though it seemed like I wasn’t paying attention, I was.” Angel smirked. He cupped your cheek with his hand, he softly rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I hated the guy, but whatever you said mattered to me because I wanted to know how much I was losing you.”

“What?” You were confused by his admission. Whenever you spoke about Jake, Angel always had such nonchalant replies. At one point, you would stop talking about it, but Angel would encourage you.

“I wanted to know just how involved you were becoming in his life. Every time you spoke about him, I felt you slipping away.” Angel sighed, putting his hand down and intertwining your hands on a sleeping Ares. “Everything was happening with the club, the rebels, EZ, and then you. I felt you slipping away from me and it was like all I can fucking do was watch. I couldn’t let you get involved in whatever bullshit I decided to get myself into.” Angel rubbed circles on the back of your hand. “But I’m a selfish fucking bastard and once I got my footing, I couldn’t possibly lose you to him.”

“You never would have, we would still have been best friends.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you know I didn’t want to just remain friends. I would have never settled for second best. I’ve never been second best to you, that was never going to change.” Angel knew he sounded like a dick, but it was the truth. He was never second best when it came to you, not even EZ could top him in your eyes. But when you slowly started slipping away, he could feel it and it fucking sucked. “I remember that it was my birthday and we were supposed to have dinner, then you canceled on me because pretty boy was sick.”

“You were pretty upset.”

“Of course I was,” Angel scoffed. “You’re my girl, this asshole came out of nowhere and all of a sudden, he came before me.”

“That’s why you hated him,” it all clicked for you then. You made it a point before to let Jake and Angel spend time together since they were both very important to you. But it was always so tense and awkward that you stopped trying. You always thought you were imaging things, thinking Angel was jealous, but apparent you weren’t.

“Oh hate is a light word,” Angel chuckled. “But it doesn’t matter now, I have you now.”

You smiled at that. “Yes you do.”

“Is he dating anyone?”

“Not sure, didn’t really talk to him for very long.”

Angel nodded his head. “Why did you two breakup?” As close as you two were, you never disclosed to Angel as to why you and Jake broke up. If you did, you would have to touch upon your feelings for him and you weren’t ready for that.

“Because of you, when I rushed to your side with the whole DEA thing with EZ, I missed our anniversary.” You saw the smile appearing on Angel’s lips and you squeezed his hand. “Not nice.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Angel kissed the back of your hand. “You two broke up, it was the most important thing to me.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“But I’m your dick.”

You two laughed at that. You placed Ares on the floor, letting him run around since you had felt him moving against you and Angel’s hand.

“I know this isn’t much, but I know how much you like intimate things compared to big gestures.” Angel lowered down his voice, not wanting his brother to hear any further.

“I don’t care what we do, as long as I’m with you.”

You two kissed once again. Angel pulled you closer to him and you sighed as your body met his.

“No fucking while I’m here!” You two here EZ yell out.

You two broke apart and laughed. Angel placed another kiss on your lips, squeezing your ass. “Can’t fucking wait till EZ leaves,” he whispered against your ear.

“That’s right, I owe you,” you giggled before kissing him again.

Angel chuckled. ”Damn right.” He pulled you up along with him. “Come on, lets see what masterchef is doing.”

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[last goodbye]

hello and welcome to the Most Extra Request Ever™. welcome. pls strap in! this request is for a cohort of people that (mostly) graduated from magnolia high in the class of 2011, and who are all interconnected through recently-deceased sam friar. as it often goes in small towns, kids who spent their whole lives being around each other tend to part ways at graduation and never see each other again. in this group’s case, they have no choice but to come back together for better or worse, and it’s done a great job at pointing out any cracks that still remain from years ago.

if you want to look at the chart above, pink = romantic / green = friendly / red = antagonistic / purple = familial. each character has a p...retty extensive blurb with lots of connections so we can try and ensure connections and interaction, but i think it’s rly important that everyone knows that these were relationships in high school (for the most part) and definitely don’t have to represent current relationships unless specified (like people who dated in high school don’t have to be dating now, people could have gone away even if it doesn’t specify, etc etc). also!! there will obviously be more connections made, i just could only put so much into graphic and writing before it got to be Too Much!

if you’re interested in a spot pls reply to this or message me or send me a lil msg on discord (morg#3278). xoxo bless

G1 - loren friar, 23, kat mcnamara (played by morgan)

G2 - graziella zavala, rafa constentino (played by betty)

G3 - heidi hope, 24, danielle campbell (played by maddie)

G4 - teddy townsend, 24, zoey deutch (played by suki)

B1 - noah foster, 24, quenten a (played by nicole)

B2 - first last, age, charlie rowe (played by liv)

B3 - micah friar, 24, carter jenkins (played by nick)

B4 - first last, age, face (played by emily)

samson friar (deceased): brilliant but lazy

sam grew up as the kid who acted out, who threw fits in class and got into fights on the playground. not many people really knew how hard sam had it, with strict evangelical parents who took all their frustrations out on him. at the end of the day, after using most of his time and energy being the protective big brother for twin boy 3 and little sister girl 1, he didn’t have much left for school. even though he’d always been smart, brimming with potential, he fought forces both external and internal - including only later-diagnosed borderline personality disorder - on his short-lived path to success. as he got older, the bad boy persona he’d acquired by acting out stuck hard and he rolled with it. he had his siblings and best friends since childhood, boy 4 and girl 3, to fall back on. their ragtag bunch got a pretty gnarly name for themselves, skipping class to smoke and throwing parties in abandoned houses. no one ever expected sam to start dating girl 4, universally known to be an uptight prude bitch. something clicked between them, and even though girl 3’s longstanding crush stood in the way of their relationship, it flourished regardless. for a while, she influenced him for the better. he shaped up, got his grades up, even made plans for college. that phase of their relationship was clearly a manic one, since those dreams died quickly. the romance was intensely passionate but also toxic, and despite the animosity she held for him for convincing her to stay local for school to be together and the personal struggles he faced, they refused to break up. in fact, they even decided to get married. about six months before his death, on the heels of the discovery that girl 4 had fallen pregnant, they got engaged. despite the romantic gesture, it couldn’t save their relationship or stop fate from intervening. when girl 4 miscarried, sam went off the rails. a minor drug habit that was once recreational became much more, and not long ago he ended up overdosing, leaving the carnage of family, friends, and lovers behind.

girl 1 (22-24): baby bookworm

sam and boy 3’s little sister, girl 1 was always tagging along with them. she never really fit in with people her age, never really fit in with people her brothers’ ages, so she was often left feeling isolated from everyone. this meant she often retreated into herself, not pursuing academics because of passion but instead because it was all she really had, one constant she could point to that would always be there. she hadn’t realized that perhaps some of the turmoil she felt came from her repressed sexuality until one night, after a party her brothers had begrudgingly let her go to, girl 2 kissed her. she’d never felt a crush like that before and never thought it would be with another girl. when boy 1 moved to magnolia, the two outcasts got along very quickly, becoming best friends and hanging out every single day. understandably, girl 1 was crushed when she found out that girl 2 had taken a liking to him and, apparently, the feelings were reciprocated. caught between her friendship and the protection of an almost-relationship she couldn’t even admit to, she decided to cut off the friendship with boy 1. just before her brother’s death, she finally gave in to boy 4, her brother’s best friend’s long-standing crush, and it’s not that she doesn’t like him, or that she doesn’t like boys, but that she still sees girl 2 at the grocery store and wonders whether it meant as much to girl 2 as it did to her. there’s also the strange fact that, when she looks at boy 4, she gets subtle reminders of her brother that make his loss easier, and isn’t it close enough to love that they’ve gotten each other through this?

girl 2 (24-25): prom queen

never the smartest in the bunch, girl 2 had to rely on street smarts, common sense and good looks to get along. clever in her own way, she was always particularly attuned to people - how to make them tick, how to get what she wanted, how to make connections like no other. maybe that’s why she was always flitting from guy to guy - though girl 1 would certainly say otherwise. she went from one bad relationship to another in high school, trying to find something in a guy that she couldn’t find on her own. after an ugly breakup with her long-term boyfriend, boy 2, that ended in absolute chaos, she was surprised to find herself interested in the unassuming new boy, boy 1. her friends, including part-time friend and part-time enemy girl 4, were surprised that she’d go for a nice guy - but she knew she needed a change of pace. getting girl 1 to leave her alone in the process was just an added perk - i mean, she was never gay or anything, just curious, and was that so wrong?

suggested faces: nicola peltz, cierra ramirez, camila mendes, madelaine petsch, taylor hill, halston sage, sofia carson, natalie alen lind, virginia gardner

girl 3 (24-25): bad genes

girl 3 was hardly given a fighting chance by the Powers That Be. her drug-addicted parents abandoned her early, leaving her with her not-much-better relatives, a revolving door of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and the like. it was no wonder she started hanging out with fellow garbage kids, boy 4 and sam. it was a surprise to her, though, that she found herself head over heels in love with sam. the feeling was never returned, really, outside of a few awkward kisses or fondling when he was off with girl 4. everyone was always asking why she didn’t just date boy 3, but the girl was perpetually oblivious to his advances because she was always focused intently on sam. at least she thought she was - but his death proved otherwise. she had actually thought things were looking up, and had been given renewed hope for her repressed love after they slept together one night. when he overdosed despite everything she’d done and everything she felt, girl 3 blamed herself more than anyone. the only thing keeping her from going off the rails (just like her one-time true love) is boy 3, and she’s starting to see what everyone was always talking about when they insisted she choose him instead.

girl 4 (24-25): academic alpha bitch

how do you not crack under the pressure when the weight of the world is on your shoulders? girl 4 was always so good at that, not without the help of anti-anxiety meds and meticulous journaling, always keeping up appearances to be the good, smart, promising girl everyone expected her to be. sam was her break from that, something that shocked absolutely everyone. she was too good, too smart, and had too much potential to be with someone like that. really, though, he was the only thing that made her feel anything but anxiety or anger. she made enemies everywhere she went, seeing everyone as a competitor, from her so-called best friend girl 2 to sam’s best friend girl 3 to her class president opponent, boy 2. sam was always her ally, no matter what, even if they fought. everyone blamed it on him, but she made mistakes too - namely, sleeping with boy 2 after a particularly bad fight. in truth, she wasn’t even sure whose baby it was, but either way she was relieved in a way when she miscarried. sam… not so much. she watched his downward spiral but didn’t have the tools to stop it as he froze her out and distanced himself further and further away from her - and, as she saw it, toward girl 3. girl 4 was the one to find him, and it’s a memory she could never forget, something that makes her regret the relief she felt not to be inextricably linked to him. grief-stricken as she is, how can she not see this as a fresh start?

suggested faces: willa fitzgerald, haley lu richardson, naomi scott, jessica sula, saoirse ronan, olivia cooke, zoey deutch, alycia debnam carey, camila mendes, halston sage, daisy ridley, logan browning

boy 1 (23-24): foreign exchange student

texas was nothing like where boy 1 came from. when he transferred to magnolia high, he didn’t know up from down or this from that. he was helpless - and girl 1 helped him. he developed a crush on her quickly, warming to her southern drawl and the way she talked when she got excited about something she was telling him about. at the same time, he started getting closer and closer to his mentor, the girl who was assigned to help him get acclimated to his new home and his new school: girl 2. it was strange to him that, when he became friends with girl 2, girl 1 stopped sitting next to him in economics, stopped eating with him at lunch, stopped answering his texts or calls. he didn’t see the correlation until later, when girl 2 made tasteless a joke about girl 1 being a lesbian. he had to adapt, either sink or swim in the high school environment he found himself in, and being with girl 2 meant swimming - and anyway, girl 1 clearly wasn’t interested anyway.

suggested faces: timothee chalamet, tom holland, john boyega, noah centineo, xavier serrano, avan jogia, keiynan lonsdale, nick robinson, tye sheridan

boy 2 (24-25): big man on campus

boy 2 had everything he needed to succeed in life. his family had money in oil, he was exceedingly smart, he was good at sports and great with the ladies. he had everything going for him - well, almost everything. the only thing standing between him and success was a little temper that found him getting into fights on the football field or getting into screaming matches with his ex-girlfriend girl 2 in the middle of the hallway at school. he just needed something to channel all that energy into, so he signed up to run for class president, a good old fashioned competition that he could put some positive energy into. he never expected it to be such a tough battle, and much less expected to get into it with girl 4. perpetual rivals in school, their rivalry came to a head during the presidential election. she won, but he developed a fascination with her and a hatred for her garbage boyfriend, sam. he went off for college, but she never really left his mind. he came back recently after losing his job (he says he resigned, but that’s twisted the whole truth a little) and met girl 4 in a bar, and he thought their getting together would be a good thing for them - he could give her everything sam couldn’t, everything she needed and deserved. turns out he was just a distraction, and he told himself he’d draw a line. the line has been drawn even further since sam’s death, since boy 2 definitely doesn’t want to get involved with a dead guy’s fiancee. still, he can’t help but wish she’d reach out…

suggested faces: keith powers, dacre montgomery, ansel elgort, jacob elordi, matt noszka, carter jenkins, thomas doherty, gregg sulkin, logan shroyer

boy 3 (24-25): the unassuming one

boy 3 always felt positively boring, not good or bad but somewhere plainly in the middle. his twin brother sam was always getting the attention - mostly negative, but boy 3 quickly became a firm believer in life that all attention is good attention. he was always grateful for the protection he got, for himself and for little sister girl 1, but at the same time was resentful of his brother for his notoriety. they shared everything, like best friend boy 4, and everything else went automatically to sam. sam never respected what he wanted to do or who he wanted to see, including girl 3. sam always knew that he liked her, and yet sam used her crush on him to his advantage at any possible time. as close as they always had been, the resentment was too much for boy 3 to handle and, when he got the chance, he decided to go off and backpack across europe to find himself before going to college across the country. he’s back now for the funeral, and while he know better who he is now, he can’t help but hate himself a little for driving a wedge between himself and his other half. he’s falling into old habits now, trying to reconnect with the person he used to be in any way he can - like how he’s fallen back in with girl 3. now, he can’t tell whether this is growth, or if he’s just regressing back to his lesser self.

suggested faces: logan lerman, joe keery, nat wolff, cole sprouse, carter jenkins

boy 4 (24-25): class clown

no one ever took boy 4 seriously. he was always sort of dumb, this caricature of a class clown that had nothing else to offer. after a while, he sort of saw himself as that, too. he moved in a pack with boy 3 and sam, cracking jokes whenever he could and coasting along until high school would finally end. he spent so much of his young life hanging out with the twins that he became well acquainted with girl 1, their little sister. the boys had their own things, girlfriends and schoolwork and everything, and as they got older and boy 4 found himself devoid of any real passion, he spent a lot of idle time with her, learning from her and maybe, secretly, falling in love with her. he always knew how protective sam was of her, though, and as fiercely loyal as he was, he would never sacrifice their friendship for anyone - not even someone as amazing as her. sam dying was the worst pain he’s ever felt in his life, and if being around girl 1 is mutually beneficial, wouldn’t sam be okay with that? he has to tell himself yes, otherwise the guilt would overtake him and he can’t deal with that on top of everything.

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