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Hi!

For those not familiar with me or my writing, my name is Chrissy! I am Thai, Irish, Canadian, and Black! I’m from Texas, and live in Colorado. I’m a senior in High School and will graduate in May with and Associates of Arts (designation: Psychology). I have multiple chronic issues and sometimes I am just can’t do it. 

For those who have read my work, I decided to put an introduction to myself in, mostly because I couldn’t get AO3 to delete a chapter I didn’t need.

i do take requests!

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Hi!

For those not familiar with me or my writing, my name is Chrissy! I am Thai, Irish, Canadian, and Black! I’m from Texas, and live in Colorado. I’m a senior in High School and will graduate in May with and Associates of Arts (designation: Psychology). I have multiple chronic issues and sometimes I am just can’t do it. 

For those who have read my work, I decided to put an introduction to myself in, mostly because I couldn’t get AO3 to delete a chapter I didn’t need.

i do take requests!

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When Finney woke up, it was about 6:30 AM. He went downstairs and started making Gwen’s breakfast. He didn’t feel all that hungry, so he decided to skip. If he got hungry, he could grab something before the game. He went upstairs to call Gwen down. “Hej, Gwen. Zrobiłem ci śniadanie, ale wkrótce musimy dostać się do szkoły.” ( A/N: I love the ideas of Polish and French Blake siblings ) Gwen nodded. After she ate, they headed out to school. It was the first day back, so they had to get there early. 

Dolls with balls: 

Monday 6:57 AM

TheSluttyWardrobe: Where are you whores

TheLiar: we’re on the way gwen and Amy wanted to meet up

TheBitch: yeah that was a given with the fucking massive crush my darling gwenny has on your sister

TheSluttyWardrobe: WAIT WHAT!?! I thought that Gwen was straight and homophobia?

TheBitch: HoMoPhObIa 

TheSluttyWardrobe: kys

TheBitch: name a time and a place

TheLiar: 1) Bad Finn no trying to kys again 2) your telling me that Gwen actually likes Amy back?!? We gotta set them up

TheBitch: 1) AMY LIKES GWEN?!? LETS FUCKING GOOO, 2) brucellosis baby loml sweetiepie honey bunch, do you remember the last time you tried to set two people up

TheSluttyWardrobe: unfortunately I do Jules was a fucking traumatic experience 

TheLiar: point taken let’s just get into school

TheBitch: Nerd!

TheLiar: Says the smartest kid in the school

TheBitch: im just better

TheSluttyWardrobe: I’m sorry but who played Danny in last year’s performance of Grease???

TheLiar: you’re the only one who cares about that

     As they walked into the school, Bruce knew that it was gonna be a good year. The last time he felt that way was the year before Finney got kidnapped. Sophomore year would be their year.

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The PowerPuff girls:

Monday 8:15 AM

Buttercup: send me a pic of you schedules

Blossom: stfu you stupid chihuahua looking asshole. You dumb bitch, say hello to Beelzebub you when you fly first class to hell, you black hearted, babygirl bastard.

Buttercup: bro I just asked for your schedule 

Blossom: where is Robin he usually answers by now @Bubbles

Bubbles: This is the happiest day of my life, any potential future wedding, birth of my children, graduation, or retirement pales in comparison to the joy i feel at this moment.

Blossom: what’s got the wall jumper in a good mood

Buttercup: can’t we just be happy not all of us are shitheads like you

Blossom: but why is he this happy

Bubbles: so I came into my 1 class well the teacher is kinda a bitch so she paired us up for the rest of the school year. GUESS WHO MY PARTNER FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR IS?!?

Blossom: Finney Blake

Bubbles: YES! And we exchanged schedules, we share all but Chemistry!

Buttercup: great now your gonna be insufferable it’s bad enough you already have me stalk the boy

Bubbles: you say that like you didn’t go and stalk one golden boy

Blossom: y’all both need help

Buttercup: two words: Billy Showalter

Blossom: screenshots from July 1 2:03 pm

Buttercup: My fault

The PowerPuff Girls:

Monday 8:45

Buttercup: you think Robin is dead 

Blossom: probably good riddance though

Bubbles: this boy smells so fucking good

Buttercup: your… smelling him???

Bubbles: well not on purpose 

Blossom: your fucking crazy

Bubbles: ok Mr. Imma start a fire in the school bathroom to get outta doing my project 

Blossom: it worked didn’t it

Buttercup: that’s cause you almost burned down the entire building

Bubbles: hey we all have English together

Bubbles: imma ask Finn if Showalter and Yamada share English with us. Cause then you could actually talk to them

Blossom: DONT YOU FUCKING DARE

Buttercup: I WILL REMOVE YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR BODY ARELLANO ISTG

Bubbles: bet

Dolls with Balls:

Monday 8:15 AM

TheBitch: OMG!!! I don’t wanna kms rn

TheLiar: wait what This is a rare moment

TheSluttyWardrobe: damn Bruce you didn’t have to do my mans like that

TheBitch: brucey poo I thought we was friends

TheLiar: sorry baby 🥺 why are you happy

TheBitch: so y’all know how I had math first period

TheSluttyWardrobe: yeah

TheBitch: well the teacher tried to pair us up in pairs of one better one worse right?

TheLiar: Oml I hate when they do that

TheBitch: I typically do too but this time it worked. My partner for the rest of the year is none other than ROBIN FUCKING ARELLANO

TheLiar: wait are you fr

TheSluttyWardrobe: bffr rn

TheBitch: and on top of that we share almost all of our classes

TheLiar: your life is finally not depressing!

TheBitch: imma swing on you after the game tn

TheSluttyWardrobe: OMG you should invite Robin to your game 

TheBitch: fuck no! Do you want me to kms

TheLiar: don’t be over dramatic 

TheBitch: also I finished my two songs how are yours coming along

TheSluttyWardrobe: Jesus Christ Finn, how did you already write two songs

TheBitch: I knew exactly what I wanted to write abt

TheLiar: kinda good ngl I just need permission from the person it’s about

TheSluttyWardrobe: Imma be real wit you I haven’t even started 

TheBitch: yeah because you’re too busy playing stalker to the psycho

TheSluttyWardrobe: fuck off Finnegan  Terrence Blake

TheLiar: Damn not the full name

TheBitch: y’all we all have English together next period

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    As Robin heard the bell ring, he took his chance. “Hey Finn?” Finney looked up from his phone. Robin could feel his hands shaking, he wanted to puke but he knew that he’d regret this if he didn’t. “Can I get your number? I’m kinda shit at math, and need a bit of tutoring if you’re free.” For some reason, Finney turned bright red. Robin hoped he wasn’t getting sick. “Y-yeah, sure” Finney put his number in, then said “I think we share our next class, do you want to walk with me?” Finney looked like he was a chihuahua with how much he was shaking. 

     Robin wanted to hug the poor boy, he must have been coming down with something ( A/N: no dumbass, he’s in love with you. This level of obliviousness physically hurts to write ngl) . “Yeah, sure, let me text my friends.  They're both in English with us. Do you wanna sit at my table?” Finney nodded “Actually, that’s a good idea, my friends are too and will think I’ve been kidnapped again if I don’t text them” he said, chuckling . Robin caught the word “again” but didn’t want to pry or bring up bad memories. As they walked, Robin texted his friends.

The PowerPuff Girls:

Monday 9:00 AM

Bubbles: putas y’all will never guess what I’ve learned

Buttercup: slut, what’s wrong with you and what did you learn

Bubbles: well ive learned four important things

Blossom: well Salope we aren’t gonna beg what is it

Buttercup: rude ass bitch he was gonna tell us before you interrupted 

Bubbles: thanks babe

Buttercup: eww no homo ❌🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Blossom: anyway what’s up whore

Bubbles: wow the animosity! Well 1) I learned that this boy is so fucking adorable! Like, his hair is so curly and gold! And don’t get me started on his eyes!

Buttercup: yeah you’ve told us this hair before. No matter how many times we begged you to stop

Blossom: like your not just as bad with golden boy

Buttercup: istg imma swing

Bubbles: @Buttercup: yeah you’ve told us this hair before. No matter how many times we begged you to stop. Yeah but it’s so much better in person. Anyway moving on 2) I got his number AND he offered to tutor me. 3) Yamada and Showalter are in English with us

Blossom: wait really

Buttercup: why didn’t you tell us earlier now I gotta go make sure I don’t look like a retard 

Blossom: but good job on the number what’s the fourth thing

Bubbles: well here’s the concerning one he said smt like “so my friends dont think ive been kidnapped again” and now im worried bc wtf does he mean again

Blossom: shit you dont know

Buttercup: wait oml i forgot you moved last year

Bubbles: know what

Blossom: so basically back in like 6th there was a kidnapper named the Grabber going around. Well homeboy kidnapped 6 kids all of whom were middle school age boys

Bubbles: oh shit dont tell me 

Buttercup: yeah unfortunately Finney Blake was lucky number 6

Bubbles: what tf happened

Blossom: small frail bullied Finney Blake snapped the creepy ass bitchs neck

Bubbles: damn

Buttercup: thats all you have to say? You just found out that your crush who you stalk on the daily is a fucking murderer and all you say is “damn” 

Bubbles: is it weird that I like him more now

Blossom: yea you freak

Buttercup: shut up psycho bitch

Bubbles: I mean that does explain why everyone gives him a space while he walks

Buttercup: wait are you walking with him 

Bubbles: yeah mind if he sits at our table? This boy is too perfect to pass up

Blossom: not at all 😈

Bubbles: now I’m worried 

Meanwhile

Dolls With Balls:

Monday 9:00 AM

TheBitch: omfg im gonna explode with joy. Robin asked for my number, asked me to tutor him, then asked us to sit with his friends in English. 

TheLiar: OML babe that’s so good! I’m so proud, but which friends

TheBitch: y’all are gonna hate me, Vance and Griffin

TheSluttyWardrobe: WAIT WHAT! Finn next time I need at least a hour to fix my hair and what about my outfit OMG do I have a pimple?!?

TheLiar: dumbass youre fine. No you don’t have a pimple, and yes your hair looks great. But what abt me?! My fit today was built so that I didnt have to turn any more girls down. Not so that I could pull a guy

TheBitch: y’all are just over reacting 

TheSluttyWardrobe: bold of you to say Mr. King of anxiety and overthinking 

Billy braced himself as he walked into the English classroom. This was gonna be torture.

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     As Billy walked into English, he sat between Finney and Bruce. He was scared shitless. There were two open chairs in front of him and Bruce, and both Griffin and Vance had yet to show. He did not want it to be awkward, but at the same time this was the boy he had been crushing on since 7th grade. He wanted to be noticed, to be liked back. He was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear the person in front of him. He wanted to scream. It was in fact Griffin Stagg, with Vance Hopper just behind him. Griffin dropped his bag next to his seat, startling Billy. “Oh sorry,” Griffin said. “Nah, it’s on me.” Internally Billy was screaming. He had to text the group chat.

Dolls With Balls:

Monday 9:05

TheSluttyWardrobe: OMFG he spoke to me!!!

TheLiar: we know we are literally sitting beside you

TheSluttyWardrobe: yeah but were y’all paying attention? @TheBitch is literally making heart eyes at Robin and Vance just showed up so I had to make sure

TheBitch: fuck off whore I will snap your neck too

TheLiar: damn you know he is fucking serious when he brings back the ‘too’

TheSluttyWardrobe: my fault bro

ThLiar: yeah it fucking was 

     “Mr. Yamada, Mr. Showalter, please do not text during my class.” The teacher said, ignoring Finney. Most teachers no longer reprimand him, which Billy found equal parts unfair and hilarious. The teacher continued her lecture. “Alright, I am going to assign a group project. You will be working in teams of 6. This is a semester-long project, a PBL (project based learning) if you will. Your project needs to pick a time era. You will then write a paper, create a trifold, and a diorama. The paper must be 30 pages long, in MLA format. At the end of the semester, we will have a big presentation day. I expect all of you to come dressed from your time period, and to have one interactive piece.” By the end of her speech, everyone besides Finney and Griffin looked overwhelmed. Griffin looked determined, and Finney just looked bored.

     “Ok, let’s see. We will do Donna, Noah, William, McKenzie, Lucas, and Harry for group one. Nick, Brian, Kaylee, Savannah, David, and Duke for group two. Diego, Charlie, Xavier, Allison, Luke, and Nathan for group three. Which leaves Robin, Finney, Vance, Billy, Griffin, and Bruce for group four. You all may begin working.” 

     The group quickly divided into teams for each major part. Finney and Vance (aka just Finney) would work on the paper , Billy and Robin would work on the diorama, which left Bruce and Griffin to do the trifold ( A/N: this would make a great reality show, “We Traded Boyfriends” lol ). “Alright, what time period do y’all wanna do?” Finney asked. Truth be told, he did not give a fuck. He did not want to do this project, and could knock out his section in a day. 

     But being in a group with Robin gave him the opportunity to get closer, and seeing Bruce and Billy gay panic was always fun. “How about the Renaissance era?” Everyone was shocked to hear Vance speak up, as he was not typically involved in group projects. “I love that idea. Finn, do you think you two will be able to find enough to write a 30 page paper?” Bruce said. 

     “Yeah, Pookie. I should be able to if I use books and art related shit.” For some reason Bruce could not comprehend, Robin was glaring at him. Not just normal glaring either, trying-to-burn-a-hole-through-his-skull glaring. It was kinda freaking Bruce out.

     By the time the bell rang, they had most of their project laid out. “Do you wanna give me your numbers, so I can get a group chat set up?” Griffin said. Everyone agreed, then gave him their numbers. After that they all went off to their next classes.

Dolls With Balls:

Monday 10:10

TheBitch: guys I have a problem

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Dolls With Balls:

Monday 10:10

TheLiar: what’s wrong

TheSluttyWardrobe: did you drop your inhaler in the toilet again ( A/N: based on an actual incident with my boyfriend )

TheBitch: first fuck you billy that was one time

TheBitch: but no this is Gwen related 

TheLiar: wassup

TheBitch: she wants to tell Amy that she likes her but doesn’t want to fuck up their friendship 

TheSluttyWardrobe: ok I have a 23 step plan. I need 3 gallons of glitter 2 of glue and 3 pounds of sequins. She will need to buy three dogs two cats and a pig

TheBitch: yeah no

TheLiar: we aren’t doing that idc what the plan is we ain’t doing it

TheSluttyWardrobe: why are y’all so anti me

TheBitch: because you dress like a flamingo that was puked on by a rainbow

TheLiar: with glitter clumps thrown in

TheSluttyWardrobe: damn imma kms

TheBitch: do it you won’t whore

TheSluttyWardrobe: because you told me to I will not

TheBitch: coward

TheLiar: back on topic what’s the plan

TheBitch: all I need to know is what’s Amy’s favorite candy flowers and chocolate 

TheLiar: candy: watermelon sour patch kids flowers: pink lilies chocolate: heath bars

TheBitch: ok and will she be at the game tn

TheLiar: yes but my parents won’t

TheBitch: perfect

TheSluttyWardrobe: but where does the glitter come in

TheLiar: there is no fucking glitter

TheBitch: no where

TheSluttyWardrobe: whatever

TheSluttyWardrobe: btw I finished my song

TheLiar: me too, just need permission 

TheLiar: actually @TheBitch the songs abt you I’ll send you the lyrics,  

DMs:

Suicidal- Finney

Vance’s bitch - bruce

Vance’s bitch: here ( A/N: I don’t wanna reveal any of their songs yet. But I’m not a songwriter so imma use already written songs )

Suicidal: damn, that’s deep but yeah it’s fine

Suicidal: doesn’t actually call me out by name

Vance’s bitch: ok if your sure

Suicidal: I am it sounds like a great song

Dolls With Balls:

Monday 10:30

TheBitch: btw how do y’all feel abt the whole project for English thing

TheSluttyWardrobe: I’m fucking freaking out. I mean i basically got Griffins number, just indirectly 

TheBitch: bro imagine not being asked

TheSluttyWardrobe: boy stfu

TheLiar: im stressed out it seems like a lot

TheBitch: im pretty far into my research for the paper already

TheLiar: aren’t you in class

TheBitch: yeah but it’s just chem

TheLiar: seems like you should be paying attention 

TheBitch: nah it’s fine

TheLiar: has Vance helped in any way 

TheBitch: nah I told him that it’s fine and that he could proofread

TheBitch: he said he was gonna help Billy

TheSluttyWardrobe: AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO FUCKING TWLL MR THIS

TheBitch: *tell me

TheBitch: did not think it was all too important 

TheSluttyWardrobe: imma beat you

TheLiar: please wait till tomorrow idt we could find a pitcher quick enough for the game tn

TheBitch: I’ll kick your ass hoe don’t try me

Renaissance Project:

Monday 3:00 PM

*Unknown number added 5 numbers*

*Unknown number changed 3 names*

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Renaissance Project:

Monday 3:00 PM

*Unknown number added 5 numbers*

*Unknown number changed 3 names*

PrissyLittlePrincess: Griffin, istg I will hunt you down and remove your spine from your back. I know where you sleep

BillyShowalter: like in Predator?

BruceYamada: oml not everything is a pop references 

KingBitches: @PrissyLittlePrincess: Griffin, istg I will hunt you down and remove your spine from your back. I know where you sleep. Yeah dumbass we share a room ypu ain’t special 

*FinneyBlake changed 3 numbers*

CourtJester: ok that’s just mean

PrinceConsort: Finn. a word?

DMs

VancesBitch: boy wtf

Suicidal: what

VancesBitch: don’t you fucking “what” me! You and I both know what Prince Consort means

Suicidal: ohhhh that

Suicidal: your fine dont worry

Suicidal: ok gtg

VancesBitch: hoe dont you leave

Renaissance Project:

Monday 3:12 PM

DamselinDistress: ok how tf am I “in Distress”

KingBitches: idk you just give off an air of cluelessness 

PrissyLittlePrincess: ok that’s fair

KnightofTheWhores: y’all need help

CourtJester: yAlL

KnightofTheWhores: shut it Whore or I’ll tell ******* you like them

CourtJester: 😑 betrayal 

Later:

     Gwen was really nervous. She and Finney had gone through the speech, and had practiced it but she still felt like she was gonna puke. They decided to do it before the game so that the flowers wouldn’t be awkward to hold. As they walked, Finney was doing his job properly. Before they left, she had asked him to keep her distracted from her nerves. “Yeah, so we have this project with all of our crushes and on top of that, they don’t know about our band so we have to keep sneaking off to talk about that shit.” Gwen was nodding along, trying not to bitch out on the plan. She knew Amy wouldn’t react poorly, but she really wanted her to reciprocate her affections. 

     They got on the team bus, no one even batting an eye. By this time they knew that she was going to ride to the game with her brother, and that there was nothing they could do to stop her. She smirked, walking towards the very back seats. She and Finn sat down with her on the inside, making sure that Amy wouldn’t see her right away. “Hey, do you have an ETA from Bruce?” 

     “Hold up let me text him.” She watched as Finney texted Bruce, thinking back to the plan. “Yeah, he said they just got to the school, so they’ll be on the bus in like 2 minutes.” Gwen quickly dusted off her outfit. She had Finney help her pick it out, and she thought that they did pretty good. She was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, one of Finn’s Conan Gray shirts, and a pair of Goth Stompers. They had done her eyeliner and even painted her nails. She felt comfortable and confident.

     That was, until Bruce and Amy Yamada walked into the bus.

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     Amy was fucking concerned. Ever since she had admitted to liking her best friend, Bruce had been acting weird. And not just normal Bruce weird, no, hiding something weird. The last time she had seen him act so squirrelly was when he had a crush on Finney and was hiding it from him. She shuddered, thinking back to that time. It was kinda rough, with Bruce turning bright pink anytime Finney came over. She didn’t want a repeat of that and was worried about what he was hiding, but did not bring it up. She knew that the game tonight was against the school's biggest rivals, that it always turned dirty, and on top of that their parents wanted Sad Summer, Bruce’s band, to perform live for the first time. So, Finney and Bruce were both really anxious. She had been texting Gwen about the game but that just made her nervous. All Gwen’s answers came back clipped, but Amy just figured that Mr. Blake was starting shit again. One of these days, imma take one of Bruce’s bats to his face. 

     Both the Blake siblings deserved better parents. If it was too late for their mother to fix herself, then their dad HAD to step it up. She remembered holding a devastated, sobbing Gwen while the police frantically searched for a recently kidnapped Finney. Remembered Bruce waking her up at 5 in the morning, tears rolling down his face as he yelled that they had found him. Remembered rushing to the scene and finding Mr. Blake holding both his kids, promising to do better. Remembered the first time after that when Gwen showed up at 3 am, supporting most of Finney’s weight cause Mr. Blake broke his ankle. She felt protective over Gwen, but there was nothing she could do. It wasn’t like they were dating. She did not have a claim over her besides “Best Friend”. “Hey, Amy? Wear a cute outfit to the game tonight.” Amy was startled out of her thoughts by Bruce. 

     “Wait, why?” She was hella confused. Why did she have to wear something nicer? It's not like I’m gonna be asked out, she thought resentfully. Sue her, but the only person she really liked was straight. And not just not-gay-straight, Catholic straight. She didn’t have many prospects, so why did she need to look good? “Just do it, please? Billy said it was for good luck.” For some reason, the last sentence out of her brother’s mouth sounded like a question. However, she knew that Showalter was incredibly superstitious. He made them all bring the same color of Roses to his musical for “unity and togetherness,”  so it was highly likely he wanted them all to dress a certain way. “Ok, whatever.”

     Amy walked over to her closet, intent on picking out a good outfit. She decided on one of her go to fits. A knee length, light pinkish purple dress with inlaid flowers all over. In for a penny, in for a pound. She quickly did her makeup, not wanting to overdo it. She put a bit of light pink eyeshadow on, followed by a purplish pink lipgloss. For the final piece, she tied a pink ribbon through her hair. All in all, she felt like she looked really nice. At the very least, Billy couldn’t yell at her for not dressing the right way. “Alrighty let’s go before you miss the bus, again .” Bruce looked offended. 

     “Bitch, last time I missed the bus was on you. You’re the one who pushed me down the stairs.” Amy rolled her eyes, they had had this debate a million times. For the rest of the walk, they stayed in a comfortable silence. That was what was so great about Bruce. You could never be uncomfortable in his presence. He just gave off a carefree, happy, comfortable energy. Not that she would ever tell him that, the doofus had a big enough head as it was. 

     As they boarded the bus, she scanned for Gwen. The only reason the two of them were allowed to sit on the Player’s Bus was that Gwen had thrown such a big Bitchfit that they just let them be. Unfortunately, Amy was not that confident. She didn’t have the courage to yell at a bunch of high school guys that they were “cocksucking cowards who will go nowhere in life if they don’t stop eating their own asses for one minute,” a direct quote by Gwen. So this meant she had to sit with the Blake’s if she was on the bus. Fortunately, that was not really a hardship. As she walked towards Finney, she finally saw Gwen. Gwen was holding… wait Are those pink lilies? It was the weirdest thing, but she was just gonna ignore it. That was, until Gwen got up and walked up to right in front of her. 

     “Amy Sakura Yamada, I know that you probably have something to say, but I need to finish before you talk. Ok, I really fucking like you. And not just in a I-want-to-hold-your-hand-on-the-playground kinda way, no, in a I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-dedicated-to-making-you-laugh way. I’ve known ever since that first night after the kidnapping, when you stayed up all night stroking my hair. You’re so fucking gorgeous, sweet, and kind. I really hope I didn’t just fuck up our friendship, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take. I know it's stupid, but I want us to try and be together. ” The entire thing came out rushed, and by the end of it Gwen’s face was bright red. But Amy was over the roof. The straight-catholic girl she like actually liked her back. And had gone through all the trouble to get her favorite things. As if she wouldn’t say yes regardless.

     “Gwendolyn Marie Blake, did you really just say that trying to be in a relationship is stupid? You couldn’t be further from the truth. I really like you too. You’re badass, brave, and always open to speaking your mind. I’ve liked you for fucking years, ever since you hit that boy in the head with a rock for calling me a slur. You’re so great, and I want to spend my life making you happy.” By the end of her speech, Amy was out of breath. But she needed Gwen to know.  

     Gwen quickly handed Finney the flowers, and rushed forward to kiss Amy. The two of them stood there, smiling in each other’s embrace.

Dolls With Balls:

Monday 4:45 PM

TheBitch: it worked glitter free might I add 

TheLiar: woooooh 🎊🎉🥳🎊🎉🥳

TheSluttyWardrobe: glad to hear it 🎊🎊🎊 still shoulda used glitter though

TheBitch: now we gotta get Billy together with psycho boy

TheSluttyWardrobe: don’t you fucking dare

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     Waking up the next day, Bruce wanted to die. The game had gone to 15 innings, and had been a really physical game. Bruce felt horrible for Finney who had pitched 12 of the 15 innings, never even giving up a hit. Finally, after Bruce had managed to hit a double home run, Finney struck out the last three batters. Bruce knew that if his arms were sore from batting, Finney would barely be able to move his left arm. As he got up, he could hear Amy downstairs. Huh, Bruce thought, she’s not typically up before me. As he walked downstairs he heard humming.

     “Hey…. Everything alright, Amy?” She looked at him, seemingly in a great mood. 

     “Why dear brother, everything is perfect!” She skipped over to him, kissed him on the cheek, and handed him a plate of food. She then walked upstairs, still humming. Well that’s fucking weird Bruce thought. As he ate, he pulled his phone out to text Finney and Billy.

Dolls With Balls:

Tuesday 6:37 AM

TheLiar: I fee l like i just got hit by a Mac Truck 

TheSluttyWardrobe: I want you to park that Big Mac Truck right in this little garage 

TheLiar: @TheSluttyWardrobe: I want you to park that Big Mac Truck right in this little garage : oh god no you whore

TheLiar: @TheBitch: how do you feel?

TheBitch: like my arm is gonna fall off

TheLiar: ok ok fair

TheBitch: also was Amy in a really good mood this morning

TheLiar: yeah like a shockingly good one she gave me a kiss on my cheek and made me breakfast

TheBitch: ok then so its not just Gwen

TheLiar: what did she do that made you ask

TheBitch: well she got me Tylenol and helped me get dressed and then she was singing (quite horribly ngl) 

TheSluttyWardrobe: their both probably just giddy abt getting together 

TheSluttyWadrobe:  member how you were when you got in your first relationships

TheBitch: i think i was actually cool abt it

TheSluttyWardrobe: abt Daniel??? No the fuck you werent 

TheBitch: well he wasn’t my first sooooooo

TheLiar: yeah billy 

TheSluttyWardrobe: ok to be fair you were cool with Donna

TheBitch: I had that “just killed a man” rizz

TheLiar: fr fr

TheSluttyWardrobe: but remember me with Jules? Or Bruce with William?

TheBitch: ok thats true 

TheLiar: y’all ready for English

TheBitch: yeah I finished the paper

TheSluttyWardrobe: Jesus Christ Finn how did you write a 30 page essay in one night

TheLiar: bitch did you even go to sleep

TheBitch: no 😇😇😇

TheLiar: whore you literally said you were going to sleep 

TheBitch: then I started the paper and then I just couldn’t stop it

TheSluttyWardrobe: istg I’m gonna drug you

TheLiar: skip school, go to sleep dumbass

TheBitch: do you want my dad to break my fucking skull open again?

TheLiar: fine just try and get some sleep rn ok?

TheBitch: totally😁

TheSluttyWardrobe: I don’t think we should tust him

TheBitch: yeah you shouldn’t “tust” me

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The PowerPuff Girls:

Tuesday 7:30 am

Blossom: so we ain’t even gonna mention how creepy you two are

Bubbles: wtf do you mean you psycho bitch

Blossom: the fact that you and @Buttercup were literally stalking Blake and Yamada at their baseball game yesterday??? Ring a bell Mexican Whore

Buttercup: what are you talking abt we literally were hanging out at the park

Bubbles: yeah griff 

Blossom: y’all can stop with the bullshitting the photo you sent has the stadium in the background 

Buttercup: ARELLANO I TOLD YOU TO MAKE SURE IT DIDNT SHOW

Bubbles: WELL BLONDE HAIRED LITTLE BITCH IT WAS YOUR IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE

Blossom: y’all be weird frfr

Buttercup: hoe you literally have a shrine worshiping Satan + you stalk Theater boy all the fucking time

Blossom: factually inaccurate 

Blossom: worshiping Satan is too little reward for all the work put into it

Blossom: my shrine is worshiping Azazel

Buttercup: failed abortion

Blossom: Daddy’s least favorite 

Buttercup: ginger bitch

Blossom: high school reject

Buttercup: Mr. my most streamed song is invisible by 5 Seconds Of Summer

Blossom: Mr. my most streamed song is Anti Hero by Taylor swift 

Bubbles: akrhakrheoneeokebqiwjejejwjej

Buttercup: *sighhhhhh* imma regret asking but what’s wrong

Bubbles: so im in math and Finney comes walking in right

Bubbles: well I always sit in the left side bc he’s left handed and I’m right handed so if I play my cards right out hands will brush

Blossom: bro get some help pls

Buttercup: I agree

Bubbles: stfu anywayyyyyyyy well I’m sitting there and he drops his pincal

Blossom: bitch do you mean his pencil

Bubbles: same difference anywho he drops it and then leans down to pick it up well he tries like three times but I think his arm was hella sore cause he couldn’t get get which would make sense given the fact that he pitche like a feral animal yesterday 

Bubbles: like that’s my future husband right there

Bubbles: but I’m getting off topic

Bubbles: so I got to swoop in like a knight in shining armor AND PICK IT UP FOR HIM

Blossom: I have never wanted a school shooting to happen more than at this moment 

Buttercup: DAMN

Meanwhile:

Dolls With Balls:

Tuesday 8:10 am

TheBitch: and then he picked up the pencil for me

TheLiar: eeeeeeeeeeh y’all are adorable 

TheBitch: what about y’all? Have you reached out to them

TheSluttyWardrobe: occasionally at buttfuck dawn he’ll send me a demented meme

TheLiar: no

TheLiar: not in the fucking slightest

TheBitch: how about we make a bet, the first one to either date or get rejected by them wins?

TheLiar: what do they win

TheBitch: losers have to let Gwen and Amy do their make up and they have to wear it

TheSluttyWardrobe: nah that’s foullllll

TheSluttyWardrobe: Alr I’m in

TheLiar: btw when do y’all wanna record the songs

TheBitch: im free whenever 

TheLiar: same

TheSluttyWardrobe: yeah y’all can decide 

TheBitch: I hate y’all 

TheBitch: tonight?

TheLiar: works for me

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     Vance felt his hands shaking, and they were clammy. He wasn’t like this before. He used to be so smooth, he could flirt with just about anyone. But stupid Golden Boy Bruce Yamada waltzed his way into his heart and Vance had never recovered. If the stupid golden boy was one of those classic popular assholes who never helped on projects and bullied people, Vance could just hate him. But Bruce wasn’t like that. No, Bruce was amazing. Bruce who was pouring his heart and soul into the project, the only person putting in more work was Blake, Bruce who laughed at the weirdest moments and always at the wrong things. Bruce who loves his sister more than anything in the world. Bruce who Vance remembers vividly being such a wreck after Blake was kidnapped, and Bruce who held Blake through every panic attack (not that Vance was stalking him, no he just seemed to see) after he got back. How could anyone hate Bruce Yamada?

      “Vance? What do you think?” As he snapped back to reality, he realized Bruce was talking to him. He felt his face flush, then out of the corner of his eye he saw Griffin smirk. Dickhead. “Sorry, zoned out for a second, what’s up?” 

     Bruce looked concerned for a second, but then shook it off. He probably just assumed it was all the brain damage from the fighting, or maybe he thought it was the ADHD, Vance did not know. “I asked if writing a 30 page essay in one night is normal or healthy.” 

     Vance didn’t even have to think before he responded “Of course not, what the actual fuck?! Only a psycho would do that.” For some reason, Yamada giggled. Who the fuck giggles. Vance did not think it was adorable. Not one bit (he totally did).

     “Thank you! For some dumb reason, pookie here thinks that was completely normal.” At the nickname, Vance could see Robin start to glare at Bruce. The boy needed to get his shit together. 

     “Wait, you’ve finished the paper?” Vance forgot Griffin was even there, so when he spoke he jumped. He could see Showalter lean over and whisper something to Bruce, and then Bruce smacked him. “Yeah, it was pretty easy once I got all my research down. Only took 6 hours and 9 Bangs (energy drinks).”  Bruce looked homicidal. 

     “Finnigan Terrence Blake, I know in my heart of hearts you didn’t drink 9 Bangs in one night. Especially since we learned how those impact your anxiety.” As the other three started going at it, Vance felt his phone buzz and saw Robin staring at him pointedly. 

The PowerPuff Girls:

Bubbles: Vance istg if your man doesn’t stop flirting with Finn, I am gonna break his fucking face

Blossom: bro he’s not even flirting 

Bubbles: bitch he called him pookie

Bubbles: and he knew his full name

Buttercup: did you ever consider that he knew it cause THEY ARE FUCKING FRIENDS

Bubbles: bitch you can’t talk you wanted to swing on Showalter just for hugging Bruce

Blossom: now I’d pay to watch that

Bubbles: point is, get your shit together so he stops trying to hit up my man

Buttercup: or you could get your shit together

Blossom: how about a little bet

Bubbles: what you got in mind

Blossom: the last one to get with/get rejected by them has to dye his hair 

Buttercup: what color

Blossom: ginger 😈

Buttercup: no fucking way 

Buttercup: I ain’t doing that

Bubbles: it’s ok Vance we know you’re a pussy

Buttercup: fine I’m in

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     Once he got home from school, Griffin wanted to scream. When you’re the brother of the strongest kid in school, it becomes obvious just how different you look. Where Vance stood at 6”2 ( A/N: Ik Brady is not actually that tall, but work with me here ), Griffin was only 5”5. And while Robin was not much taller, standing at 5”6, he at least had some bulk to even it out. Griffin wished he looked more athletic. It wasn’t that he couldn’t hold his own in a fight. Between his sharp teeth, boney elbows, and ridiculously slippery skin he was amazing in a fight.  But no matter how many push-ups he did, no matter how many times he made himself pass out from pushing too hard at the gym he never looked stronger. His piece of shit father truly was right. The amount of times he’d heard people say something like “you’re related to VANCE HOPPER??? But you look so different,” was infuriating. That’s why he always tried to hide in the shadows. 

     “Hey, Griff, I found this old pair of jeans from a few years back. You want them? Looks like they’ll fit.” Griffin really didn’t want Vance’s old jeans. They never fit. But he had been working out a lot so maybe? Griffin nodded, “yeah I’ll take them.” As he tried them on, he wanted to cry. While they fit lengthwise, they were so fucking baggy. He could feel himself start to breathe quicker, and he knew that soon he’d lose the battle against his tears. He picked up his phone and dialed the first number he saw. “Hey, Griffin, what’s up?” He soon realized he just called Billy fucking Showalter. Aka the dude he was in love with. 

     “My fucking jeans don’t fit, I’m not fucking pretty, I just want to be loved.” Griffin could feel that he was having a panic attack. He didn’t want to bother Billy, but he has passed out before from this sort of thing. As Billy talked to him, he felt calmed. As he said goodbye, he decided to take a nap. 

Meanwhile:

     As he got to Bruce’s house, Finney was anxious. He didn’t know if it was the 9 energy drinks, the all-nighter, or the fear of scorn. Realistically he knew Bruce and Billy would never judge him for his songs but these two were heavy, even for him. He just didn’t want them to turn out wrong. As he was walking he felt his phone buzz. 

Dolls With Balls: 

TheSluttyWardrobe: yalllllllll I have the tea to spilllllll

TheSluttyWardrob: Ik we need to record, but can we talk before

TheLiar: sure

TheBitch: yeah that’s cool

TheSluttyWardrob: ok and I also need to rewrite my song

TheSluttyWardrob: I just thought of something so much better

TheBitch: for Gods sake billy

TheSluttyWardrob: no no no you will love my new one

TheBitch: I gonna hold you to that

TheLiar: actually it’s good cause I need to update you abt something 

TheBitch: now I’m scared

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     Billy was on cloud 9. To not only be called by his crush’s, but to have a full fledged conversation. He wanted to cry with joy. Well, maybe cloud 8. It wasn’t fun to hear the one person who never seems to crack to be having a panic attack. But his mama always said to never look a gift horse in the mouth. Plus, if it weren’t for that phone call he never would’ve come up with the song he did. So, all in all a good win. Unfortunately, his high was brought down when Bruce mentioned that they needed to talk. He was kinda anxious about it, but he knew that if he showed it Finney would get more worked up. After he passed out once they tried to prevent and help his anxiety. 

     As he got to the Yamada residence, he saw that the other two were already there. He rushed inside and dramatically flung himself onto the couch. Unfortunately for Finney, that meant he landed in his lap. They went rolling off the couch, with Finn’s elbow landing right at Billy’s mid sternum. “Owwwww, bitch what the fuck???” As they got up Billy could see an incredulous look on Finney’s face. “Hoe, you literally just threw yourself on top of me and now you’re asking me what the fuck?” 

     Bruce came into the room quickly “now children, let’s not fight.” Billy wanted to laugh his ass off. Despite only being 2 months older than Finn, and 1 month older than Billy, Bruce was such a mom friend. They couldn’t so much as scrap a knee without having Bruce fuss over them, and heaven forbid Bruce ever found out that Finn skipped meals. But that’s why they all worked so well together. Bruce was the heart; he always worried, and he always cared so much. Finney was the visionary; he was the brains behind everything they did, and he was always there to help with academics. And Billy was the attention getter; whether they were pulling a prank or trying to get something done he was the one who drew the eyes to, or away from, the group. Everything was perfectly balanced between the two of them. “Billy, what were you dying to tell us?” At that, Billy launched into the story about Griffin. Once he finished Finney and Bruce were squealing. “Awe you’re fucking adorable.” Finney cooed. Billy blushed “shut up bitch. Also, I finished the song I wanted to write so we can get to recording once dumbass tells us what he needed to.” Billy said, pointing at Bruce. 

      “Oh shit, right. So you guys know how Mom and Dad want us to perform live?” The other two nodded. “Well, they got us a slot at the Fall Festival!” Finney screamed, then it hit Billy. “Wait, do you mean the one in 2 weeks?” Bruce nodded. To be honest that kinda freaked Billy out. They had only done stuff for Sad Summer anonymously, so they’d never actually gotten personal hate. If people hated something, it had to do with the band. After the live performance, they would be able to hate them  as people too. But at the same time, Billy wanted to flip out in a good way. The idea that they would get to experience the rush of euphoria that everyone says is the best part of live performing was fucking dope. “Alright, I think that’s a great idea. And Finn can invite Robby-Poo.” At that Finney went up and punched Billy square in the face. “Motherfucker, that hurt.”

     “I know, it wasn’t meant to tickle.”  The rest of the evening went smoothly (that’s horseshit: those three together were always such menaces, but they at least got the songs recorded). As the boys went their separate ways for the night, Billy was certain everything was gonna be ok.

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DMs:

Suicidal: Brucellosis sweetie loml darling pookie I can pretty much guarantee that the Robin fucking Allerono second toughest kid in school badass extraordinar doesn’t like me back

Vance’sBitch: Finn as much as I wanna win the stupid bet I want to see you happy more

Vance’sBitch: how about I investigate promise I won’t tell him anything about yylerh crush

Suicidal: “yylerh”???

Vance’sBitch: how tf did I get that from your 💀

Suicidal: Bruce I’ve learned not to ask when it comes to you

DMs:

The.Real.Robin - Robin

Bruce.Y - Bruce

Bruce.Y: hey, so I know we don’t know each other all that well but I needed an outside opinion and since we’re on that project together I wanted to ask you about it

The.Real.Robin: yeah sure anytime what’s up

Bruce.Y: what’s your opinion on these two photos? My friend doesn’t really like them, but I think he looks great in them

Bruce.Y: https://pin.it/3uQ9YAG (A/N: Ik it’s not actually Mason, but cut me some slack lol. also I can’t get the image to actually upload so if any of y’all know how to do that hmu)

Bruce.Y: and  https://images.app.goo.gl/xMCktpXDxvMSGWeu8

The.Real.Robin: uhhhhh one moment

Meanwhile: 

ThePowerPuff Girls:

Blossom: im just saying: desecration of a corpse is worse morally speaking than murder is

Buttercup: No the fuck it ain’t I would much rather have my body fucked with post death than be fucking murdered

Bubbles: riaosieoheiakdnelsmf

Blossom: what’s wrong 🙄

Buttercup: what’s up now stalkerboy

Bubbles: Bruce dm-Ed me with actually I’ll just send a screenshot 

Bubbles: mans is sooooo fine

Blossom: ok so you’ve lost it

Buttercup: wait did you text him back

Buttercup: you can’t leave him like that

Blossom: awwww are you getting worried about brucey poo

Buttercup: hoe I’ll beat you to death

Blossom: bitch I’m in my room

Blossom: I got this place booby trapped more than fucking Fort Knox

Bubbles:  @ Buttercup: wait did you text him back: no let me do that real quick

DMs:

The.Real.Robin: uhhhhh one moment

The.Real.Robin: he looks really good tell him he has no need to be insecure 

Bruce.Y: ok thank you so much

DMs. 

Vance’sBitch: screenshots of his and Robins conversation

Vance’sBitch: hoe I told you

Vance’sBitch: Finn I lkk on be you and I kusy want you to be happy so please take that leap of faith and ask him out

Suicidal: my leap of faith with be signing you up for spelling classes

Vance’sBitch: 😐🤨😑

Suicidal: alr alr fine

Suicidal: meet in the large gc with dipfuck

Suicidal: I need a plan

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     Turns out when it comes to plans or telling people how they feel, Billy, Bruce, and Finney were all shit. When it was for someone, like Gwen and Amy, they could come up with the best, most foolproof plans, but the second it involved them they froze. So after a full night of brainstorming, and subsequently getting nowhere with it, they just decided to wait. Fortunately this was the day that they were all going to sit together at lunch and work on the English project. 

     As Finney rolled out of bed, he wanted to die. Bruce always yelled at him for how little sleep he got, but he couldn’t help it. His body wouldn’t let him go to bed before 0200 or sleep past 0600. Plus, he had shit he needed to get done. Gwen didn’t like making herself breakfast or lunch in the mornings so Finney had to do it for her (never mind the fact that he never had breakfast or lunch himself, Gwen was just more important to him), if it was a day they had baseball he had to get all his gear ready, and on top of all of that he had a ton of homework he had to get done. So sue him if he didn’t get even close to the right amount of sleep. As he rolled out of bed (unfortunately at 0600 on the fucking dot), he quickly walked downstairs to make Gwen’s breakfast. As he looked around, he saw his father passed out on the couch, surrounded by beer bottles. Finney rolled his eyes, but made sure to quiet down. Heaven knows he didn’t want to a repeat of two nights ago, his back was still sore as fuck. He crept up the stairs, peeking into Gwen’s room. Where she would normally be passed out drooling, she sat with red rimmed eyes. Finney felt his heart break, seeing Gwen upset always hurt him. If he could, he would shelter her from all the hurt she will ever face. Unfortunately though the world is too unfair for that. He rushed over to the bed, sat down, and pulled her into a hug. “Kochanie, co się stało?” ( Translated: Baby, what’s wrong? ), Finney said. It was a calculated gamble, speaking in Polish. On one hand, it always made them both feel safer knowing that their father had no clue what they were saying. But on the other hand, Polish always reminded them of their mother and that could send Gwen into a spiral. Fortunately, it seemed to work. Gwen relaxed slightly, and started talking “Do you remember that one kid, David?” Finney was shocked for two reasons. One, she was talking in English. Gwen hated their father being able to hear what she was saying, liked being able to talk freely without risking getting beat. Two, she acted like he could forget David, Gwen’s first romantic relationship. That creep was fucking weird. He would follow Gwen home, stand outside the door, and even try to break in. They broke up shortly after Finney was kidnapped, and his only regret was not beating him ass. But he had to calm himself down. If he got worked up, Gwen would too and he couldn’t have that. So he took a deep breath in, and said “yes, of course I do honey.” Normally he wouldn’t try so much with the pet names. Gwen didn’t typically tolerate them, but when she was sad she found comfort in them.

     “Well he keeps calling me, I have no clue how he got my new number. On top of that he won’t listen to me when I say that I’m in a new relationship, plus I can’t say with who because his family is homophobic and has Dad’s number. I don’t know what to fucking do, and he’s scaring me. He called 14 times last night alone. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t want you to panic.” By the end of her story, Gwen sounded close to tears. Gwen rarely cried. Before the kidnapping, the last time she cried in front of Finney was their mother’s funeral. Finney wanted to take a sledgehammer to David’s kneecaps. He wanted to tie cinderblocks to his ankles and shove him into deep water. He, however, did none of that. Gwen was his first priority. “Gwenny, it’s ok. While I do wish you had told me earlier, I get it. Next time he calls, answer the phone then come find me. Even if it’s at school, find me. I’ll deal with it. Ok?” Gwen nodded, “Alrighty, then. I’ve got your breakfast and your lunch ready. So let’s go.” 

     As they got started for the day, Gwen was excited. She may have gotten off to a rough and painful start, but she knew she was going to be ok now. With Finney by her side, nothing could hurt her.

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Robin wanted to scream. This semester had been the best few months in his life. Between getting to hang out with all of us friends, his mom finding love and being happy, and Finney talking to him daily, Robin felt like he was on top of the world. Although, he was getting worried about the bet. While Griffin wasn’t giving any updates with the Showalter situation, Robin and Vance could both see something had changed. Whenever the two ran into each other, it wasn’t tense. Neither looked like they were worried about saying the wrong thing, or doing something to scare the other off.  It made him concerned. That being said, he also felt like he was getting close to Finney. He knew from the beginning of the semester that he would have to be cautious with Finn. No matter how much he joked about it, his kidnapping had to have left scars. If not physically, mentally. So he tried to be careful. He would always make enough noise to ensure Finney knew he was there, he didn’t make any sudden movements, and most of all he tried to control how loud his voice was. He didn’t know if it was working, but he was trying. His mama always told him that kindness will make anyone like him, and he hoped she was right. As he walked to the school, he felt his phone buzz.

The Renaissance Project: 

PrinceConsort: I swear on y’all’s abusive dads if moose doesn’t stop bothering me imma pull a Finney and snap his bitchass neck 

KnightofTheWhores: Bruce, buddy

CourtJester: wrong group chat

PrissyLittlePrincess: damn aren’t you supposed to be the golden boy calm one

KnightofTheWhores: that’s laughable he threatens violence the most

CourtJester: that’s bullshit

PrinceConsort: bitch please 

DamselInDistress: @CourtJester: that’s bullshit: why is it bullshit

CourtJester: cause Finn is the most violent person I’ve ever known

PrinceConsort: we have to hold him back from getting into fights all the time 

KingBitches: huh that sounds familiar 

PrissyLittlePrincess: zip it hoe

KingBitches: we still on for lunch

PrinceConsort: yeah sure

KnightofTheWhores: whatchu bet I can get us out of English and just have an earlier lunch

DamselinDistress: :0000 pleaseeeeee try

KnightofTheWhores: I mean I’ve finished the bulk of the work we had to do so imma try

Griffin was shocked. Finney had actually gotten him out of class. Griffin guessed that that was the good kid privilege. He knew he could never pull something like that, having sat next to Robin and Vance since freshman year. But because of Finney they were free. The teacher was smart, telling them they had to leave campus so they didn’t distract the other students, but unleashing 6 devil spawn upon the world wasn’t optimal. Eventually though, Billy got tired so they headed back to the school. As they sat and talked, two girls Griffin had never seen came running up to them. The one in the front had tears running down her face, mascara and eyeliner everywhere. She ran past Robin, straight towards Finney.  She threw herself down next to him, handed him her phone, and burrowed her face into his neck. At this point, Robin looked murderous, but Billy and Bruce just looked concerned. The second girl sat next to Bruce and rested her head against his shoulder. Griffin looked back at Finney, who had a terrifying look on his face. He took the phone from the girl, put it on speaker, and started talking. 

“Listen David, this is Finney, Gwen’s older brother.” At that, Robin’s face transformed from jealous to sheepish. Vance flicked him in the ear, to which Robin punched him.“If you ever, and I do want to stress ever, call this number again, I will make what I did to the Grabber look like Child’s Play. I will break all 206 bones in your body and skin you alive, while giving you adrenaline so that you can’t pass out. I will make you watch as I murder your family one by one, and make you choose the next victim. Fucking leave Gwen alone or else. Chciałbym cię za to zabić, ale upokorzenie będzie musiało wystarczyć (translated: I would like to kill you for this, but humiliation will have to be enough).” 

Griffin could see Robin’s pupils practically turn into hearts. It was sickening, and apparently Vance thought so too cause he tackled Robin. As those two fought, Griffin turned back towards Finney. He saw him wipe the girl’s, Gwen’s, tears off her cheeks and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. They talked for a second, Finney kissed her forehead, then she and the other girl ran off. Griffin felt his phone going off, and could feel Robin staring at him.

The PowerPuff Girls:

Buttercup: remind me to never piss off Blake

Bubbles: rjakjejdkdjsiqheocihwjn I’m fucking swooning

Buttercup: of course you are

Bubbles: @Blossom answer us you Whore

Blossom: your boy is a fucking psycho

Bubbles: but a hot psycho 

Bubbles: plus don’t act like you ain’t bitch

Blossom: yeah but your not attracted to me

Blossom: you need therapy 

Buttercup: but are we gonna blow past Robin being jealous and it turned out to be his fucking sister

Bubbles: ah ah ah we don’t talk bout it

Blossom: I think we do

Bubbles: no

Blossom: @Buttercup: your man is staring at us

As Vance looked up, he saw that Griffin was right. While the other two were wrapped into a conversation, Bruce was staring into his soul. It looked like he was zoned out, but either way it was weird. Had it been anyone else, Vance would have found it creepy as hell, but since it was Bruce Vance just found it adorable.

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The PowerPuff Girls:

Bubbles: ok y’all I know we have a bet goin but I eannt y’all’s help

Bubbles: im gonna man up and ask Finn our

Buttercup: oh finally I was worried we would have to deal with y’all’s bullshit for the rest of the semester 

Blossom: plus why would we not help you that just means I have to do it before Vance

Buttercup: bold of you to think it’s gonna happen scheiße

Blossom: oh it’s happening whore

Blossom: but that’s besides the point

Blossom: @Bubbles: how do you wanna do it

Bubbles: I DONT FUCKING KNOW!!! That’s way I asked y’all

Buttercup: hoe you think I know what to do

Buttercup: I got too much of the tism to do this rn 

Bubbles: get rekt boy

Bubbles: but more importantly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 help me pleaseeeeeeee

Buttercup: chill out we will

Bubbles: @Blossom you got any ideas

Blossom: yeah just give me a min

DMs:

Badass.Paperbitch: all I’m saying is if you don’t want me to ask if you’re a homosexual, don’t look gay

Badass.Paperbitch: Matt shouldn’t have that fruity ass haircut and side eye Bruce and Finn’s asses all the time if he didn’t want me to ask him if he sucks cock

Griffy.Griff: first off, What. The. Actual. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You? Were you dropped on your head as an infant? Did your mother do hard drugs while pregnant with you, cause it shows

Badass.Paperbitch: awwwww you know how to make a boy feel special 😚😚😚

Griffy.Griff: second what type of things does Finn like

Griffy.Griff: I wanna know for his b day

Badass.Paperbitch: Ooh he likes a lot of things

Badass.Paperbitch: rockets, astrology, baseball, music, botany, photography, cooking, baking, writing, painting, boxing 🥊 

Badass.Paperbitch: really he has soooooo fucking many hobbies

Griffy.Griff: thanks bill 

Badass.Paperbitch: but wait his b day is in July????

Badass.Paperbitch: hello

Badass.Paperbitch: griff???

The PowerPuff Girls:

Bubbles: 🎶 I wanna know what love is 🎶

Buttercup: pls stop

Bubbles: 🎶 I want you to show me 🎶

Buttercup: oml @Blossom get back here soon PLEASE

Bubbles: 🎶 I wanna feel what love is 🎶

Buttercup: 🖕🏻😃🔫

Bubbles: 🎶 I know you can show me 🎶

Blossom: ok I’m back

Bubbles: where’d you go 😐🥺

Buttercup: you just HAD to leave me with this moron 😐

Blossom: @Bubbles: where’d you go 😐🥺: I asked bill some things Finn likes

Buttercup: wait wait wait, “bill”???

Buttercup: y’all are at nickname level?????????

Buttercup: how’d you pull that off

Buttercup: no one likes you 

Blossom: 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

Blossom: but yes we are at nickname level

Bubbles: @Blossom: I asked bill for some things Finn likes: what’d he sayyyyyyyyy 

Blossom:  rockets, astrology, baseball, music, botany, photography, cooking, baking, writing, painting, boxing

Bubbles: damnnnnnn my boy got a long list of hobbies

Bubbles: he’s soooooooooooooo talented 

Bubbles: im in 🎶 love 🎶

Blossom: so whatchu wanna do

Buttercup: oooooh do you remember plan Mick Jagger

Blossom: what does bombing the UN have to do with telling a boy he likes him

Bubbles: bombing the UN!?!?!! Wtf griff

Blossom: shit wait that’s MY plan Rolling Stone

Buttercup: why tf do you have a plan to bomb the fucking UN

Blossom: you never know what’ll happen 

Bubbles: moving on because I don’t wanna go to jail

Bubbles: yeah I remember Mick Jagger

Buttercup: wanna do that

Bubbles: that could be work

Blossom: I’ll get the things of y’all work out the script

Bubbles: ok let’s do it 

Meanwhile: 

Dolls With Balls:

TheLiar: yallllllll I got so many fucking nerves for this stupid ass festival 

TheSluttyWardrobe: frfr 

TheBitch: ahhhahhshshsjw we literally have 8 days until it

TheLiar: wtfffffffff

TheBitch: when are the songs gonna drop

TheLiar: oh shit that’s tonight

TheSluttyWardrobe: bitchhhhh you need to tell us these things 

TheLiar: im sorry 😭 after baseball and all it just slipped my mind 

TheBitch: you’re fine Bruce Billy’s just a bitch 😇

TheSluttyWardrobe: 🖕🏻🖕🏻 fuck you finn 

TheBitch: no thanks you’re too ugly

TheSluttyWardrobe: 😢

TheLiar: ooooohhhhh you want so Aloe Vera? Cause that was a sick burn 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

TheSluttyWardrobe: kys Finnegan Blake

TheBitch: name a time and place

TheBitch: mother-son Reunion bitchessss

TheLiar: no don’t kys or I will kill you stupid slut

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 As Billy rolled out of bed, he wanted to die. It was too fucking early in the morning for this, but fucking Harper ( A/N: his dog, idk if it has a canon name or gender so I went with a female dog named Harper. If it does, feel free to correct me ) needed out. Ok, maybe Billy was being overdramatic. It was 6:45, but he’s still a growing child, he needs his beauty sleep (no it’s not cause he’s naturally ugly, fuck you bruce). As he walked his pathetic excuse for a dog (not really he loved her but damn did she get on his nerves) he decided to check his phone. He smiled as he saw he had some messages from Griff. Whoa when’d I start calling him Griff, Billy pondered. It really didn’t matter, but it was a sudden change. 

DMs: 

Griffy.Griff: hey bill I need a bit of help with something today

Griffy.Griff: oh shit wait you’re not up 

Griffy.Griff: im sorry

Griffy.Griff: wait why tf am I apologizing you won’t be woken up

Griffy.Griff: I need sleep

Badass.Paperbitch: what’s up my darling

 Billy knew he was being very bold, but he was sick of being on a seesaw of too much and too little. 

Meanwhile:

“VANCE WAKE THE FUCK UP.” “I’m already awake, why are you yelling so early in the morning.” Griffin began explaining how he texted Billy about Plan Mick Jagger, how Billy had called him darling. Not only that, Billy called him “my darling!”

“Djzjsjjsjsb” ( the infamous verbal keysmash ) “I’m so fucking in love Vance.” It wasn’t often that Griffin was open and verbal with his emotions, so Vance knew he must be extremely happy. 

Vance was happy for Griffin, and maybe a little jealous. “Text him back dummy.” 

DMs:

Badass.Paperbitch: what’s up my darling

Griffy.Griff: no questions asked

Badass.Paperbitch: alright, anything for you

Griffy.Griff: ok so I need a pound of biodegradable green glitter

Badass.Paperbitch: say jk right now

Badass.Paperbitch: I have been waiting for this day to come for years

Badass.Paperbitch: Dnkskdfkneksnrbwosneka

Griffy.Griff: im gonna regret this decision aren’t i

Badass.Paperbitch: probably 😈

Robin felt nervous as fuck. They had decided to wait till the end of day, that way if Finney rejected him he could go home and cry. All throughout English, they worked on the stupid project. Since Finney had finished his bit, he and Robin just sat and talked. Towards the end of the period, Griffin piped up. “Hey, on Insta I saw there’s a Fall Festival on Friday. Seems fun. Y’all wanna go?”

 For some reason, Finn, Bruce, and Billy all blanched. They glanced at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation. Before Robin could ask what’s wrong, Finney spoke up. “Yeah Griff, that sounds fun. Y’all wanna meet at the festival grounds? I got something right before.” Robin was over the moon. If everything went according to plan, he would get to take his boyfriend (BOYFRIEND!!!) out to a festival. They could share food, go on rides, hold hands, the possibilities were endless. “Yeah that’s cool, I got ballet practice right before anyway.” Right after he finished talking, all three of them knew Vance had fucked up.

“Wait, you do ballet?!” Robin could see the incredulous look on Billy’s face, and Bruce looked utterly shocked, but Finn didn’t look all that surprised. Vance turned fuchsia pink, looking embarrassed to hell. 

He pulled a strand to his bleach-blonde hair in front of his eyes. “If you ever bring this up again, I will boil your teeth.” Robin could tell that Vance was flustered, because that threat was shit.

“Awwwww, that’s adorable. I love ballet” Bruce cooed. Robin could actually see the dumbass’s pupils turn into hearts. He wanted to hurl, but kept it in. On the bright side, he got to see Vance turn bright red, muttering shut up under his breath. 

Finney was worried. All day Robin had been acting off. Bruce and Billy were too in their own worlds to notice, but he was being weird. All throughout his last period (Chem) Finn couldn’t focus. Sue him, but he’s been through some shit. He didn’t want something bad to happen. As the bell rang he could hear a kid screaming. He scooted closer to the door, and heard “VANCE HOPPER AND GRIFFIN STAGG ARE FIGHTING MATTY AND MOOSE OUT BACK!!!” 

Finney was decidedly not interested in watching those four go at it, so he walked the opposite direction as everyone else. He knew that somewhere in the large crowd running to the back was Billy and Bruce. That they would definitely want to watch dumb and dumber fight. He also knew that if it was Robin with them, he would be running to the back. But, alas, Robin wasn’t there. He was planning on waiting for Gwenny, but then got a text asking if she, Susie, and Amy could do a sleepover at Susie’s house. Knowing that keeping Gwen out of the house is the best way to keep her safe from their father, he agreed.

As he started on his way home, he noticed a train of … oddly enough green glitter (like his exact favorite color green too) along the sidewalk. He knew he probably shouldn’t follow it, but it looked like it led to the very public park. Chances were that he wouldn’t get kidnapped (again). Still, he took out his pocket knife (bitch learned from last time, fuck the pen rocket he got a full ass knife now), and his pepper spray and started following the glitter trail. As he reached an open but secluded area at the end of the trail he could see Robin, who was wearing various shades of green (none of which he’d been wearing during school). Finney stopped about 20 feet from him. “Robin?” Before he could say anything else, Robin pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked a button. 

From a little speaker beside Robin, music started blaring. Finney vaguely recognized the song, Billy used to love the movie it was in ( A/N: the song is “Did I Mention” from Descendants, I didn’t write any of the upcoming lyrics and take no credit for them ).

Robin started singing. “ Did I mention that I'm in love with you, and did I mention there's nothing I can do, and did I happen to say? I dream of you everyday, but let me shout it out loud, if that's okay. If that's okay I met this boy that rocked my world like it's never been rocked, and now I'm living just for him and I won't ever stop. I never thought that it could happen to a guy like me, but now look at what you've done, you got me down on my knees.” Robin had a decent voice, but his dance moves took all of Finn’s attention. For someone with such great rhythm, the boy couldn’t dance for shit.

“Because my love for you is ridiculous, I never knew that it could be like this. My love for you is ridiculous, my love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S! It's Ridiculous! Just Ridiculous! And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss c'mon now!”

 Finney was over the moon. He ran towards Robin, grabbed his sweaty face, and kissed him right there. Robin kissed him back, pulling Finn by the hips closer. They kissed for a bit, before Finney pulled away, resting his forehead against Robin. There would be time for filling in Billy, Bruce, and Gwen later. Time for conversations between them. Time to talk out their emotions, but for now he just wanted to enjoy Robin’s embrace.

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The Renaissance:

DamselinDistress: bitchessssssssss

DamselinDistress: guess who ain’t single no more

PrissyLittlePrincess: nah cause that dumbass plan actually worked???

PrissyLittlePrincess: like Blake honestly saw you dancing like an idiot and said “yeah I want this one”

DamselinDistress: get rekt bitch

PrinceConsort: what are y’all even talking abt

KingBitches: 😈😈😈

CourtJester: @DamselInDistress: guess who ain’t single no more: wym

PrinceConsort: @PrissyLittlePrincess: like Blake honestly saw you dancing like an idiot and said “yeah I want this one”: wait Blake like my Blake

PrinceConsort: like finney Blake 

PrinceConsort: like my pookie???

DamselinDistress: he ain’t yours anymore pendejo

 PrissyLittlePrincess: someone’s jelly 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

DamselinDistress: 🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽

PrinceConsort: wait if y’all got together why hasn’t he texted me 😡

DamselinDistress: cus he don’t give a fuck bout yo hoe ass bitch face

DamselinDistress: nah but in all seriousness cause we talked then went to my house and talked more and now he’s asleep on my shoulder (which awwwwwww he’s so fucking adorable I wanna dieeeeeeeeeee) 

CourtJester: whatever you do DO. NOT. WAKE. HIM.

PrinceConsort: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^

PrinceConsort: that bitch don’t sleep neaerly enough

DamselinDistress: trust me wasn’t planning it

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Billy wanted to puke. Today was the day, by this time tomorrow everyone would know. They didn’t have school today, so he really needed to find a distraction. He knew that Finney and Bruce were just as bad off. He also knew that Finney wasn’t planning on telling Robin (bad idea if you asked Billy, always tell your boyfriend those big things) until the actual performance. He was at least happy that he and Griffin had gotten into a weird, but flirty friendship. He sat on his bed, getting ready to go to the Yamada residence. As he was getting dressed, he felt his phone buzzing.

The Renaissance: 

DamselinDistress: @all can one of y’all tell Finnegan Terrence mother fucking Blake to GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP FOR ONCE?????

CourtJester: damn not the full name

PrinceConsort: bro I’ve been trying since 6th grade 

PrinceConsort: do you really think he’d listen

KnightofTheWhores: sleep is for the weak 💪🏻

KingBitches: I agree with Finn

KingBitches: no sleep gang for the win 🥇🥇🥇

KnightofTheWhores: 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻 🦅🦅🦅

PrissyLittlePrincess: both of y’all gts plssss 😭😭😭

CourtJester: @KingBitches: no sleep gang for the win 🥇🥇🥇: baby no

CourtJester: srsly gts

CourtJester: I beg of you

DamselinDistress: it don’t mean youre weak to actually take care of yourself 

KnightofTheWhores: im sorry 🎶 MAMA. RAISED. A. SOLDIER🎶

KingBitches: 🎶NOT A BITCH🎶

KnightofTheWhores: 🎶NOT A BITCH🎶

 PrinceConsort: @KnightofTheWhores: im sorry 🎶 MAMA. RAISED. A. SOLDIER🎶: hoe your mom didn’t even raise yo whoreass she khs when you were like 7

KnightofTheWhores: first of all I was 9 get your facts straight you gayass hoe dickbag dog eating shitfaced faggot

KnightofTheWhores: stop simping and publicly riding dick for one minute so you can actually get shit down right

CourtJester: SHOTS FIRED SHOTS FIRED 🔥🔥🔥

KnightofTheWhores: second so what 

KnightofTheWhores: she still didn’t raise a trick ass punk bitch

CourtJester: why you so aggressive 

DamselinDistress: ngl that’s kinda hot 😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥

PrissyLittlePrincess: hard to believe I once thought you were the nice one

KnightofTheWhores: dilligaf 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

KnightofTheWhores: @DamselinDistress: ngl that’s kinda hot  😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥: 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

PrissyLittlePrincess: @KingBitches: 🎶NOT A BITCH🎶: wait yo mama didn’t raise you either

KingBitches: she didn’t raise a bitch though

As he read along, Bruce laughed his ass off. That was what was so great about him, Billy, and Finney’s relationship. They could say shit to each other, and they all knew none of them meant it. He knew Finn wasn’t really mad at him. It was amazing, fun, and a weight off his shoulders to be able to read his friends that easily.

As he sat at home he didn’t know what to do. Billy and Finney would be coming over soon, but he still was bored out of his mind. He flirted with the idea of going and bothering Amy, but he knew she was getting ready for her date with Gwen. The two were going to make the entire day a date, going to mini golf, laser tag, lunch, clothing shopping, before finally ending the day at the Festival to watch them perform. The only reason Bruce knew exactly what they were planning was because Finney was stressing about how many paintings he would have to sell to afford to let Gwen go do all of it. Bruce wanted to tell him not to worry. That Amy and him could cover the entire thing, but he knew Finney would never let them. He believed in never taking handouts, and no matter how much Bruce told him it’s not a handout Finn would not listen. 

It made Bruce feel equal parts fond and shitty. He admired the dedication and determination Finney had to keep the Blakes afloat. He worked so hard, and so much. Bruce loved his work ethic. But on the other hand, it made him feel hopeless. His family had so much money, much more than the 4 of them needed. If he couldn’t spread his wealth around to help a friend out, what good was it? As he sat and sulked, his phone dinged. He picked it up, his heart skipping a beat once he saw Vance had DMed him.

DMs:

Vance🩰: hey I had a quick question

Chapter Text

DMs

Vance🩰: hey I have a quick question 

Bruce⚾️: what’s up my violent friend 

Vance🩰: where should we meet up

Vance knew he was ridiculous. He could have just texted to group chat, that it would probably be better to have everyone’s input, but he didn’t. He didn’t cause he was hopelessly pining. While it was embarrassing as hell, he wanted Bruce to want him. He actively was trying to manipulate Bruce into thinking about him more, a trick he learned from Griffin (though Griffin was a medically diagnosed psychopath so maybe not the best idea).

DMs:

Vance🩰: where should we meet up? 

Bruce⚾️: how about meet up by the Ferris wheel

Vance🩰: okie dokie cabrón

Bruce⚾️: cause of Finn’s thing we won’t be able to be there till 7:10

Bruce knew that they would perform from 6 to 7, so he hoped that the others would just not go until they could meet up. But, of course, when did Bruce ever get what he wants?

DMs:

Vance🩰: ok cool cool

Vance🩰: griff and I always watch the bands perform 

Vance🩰: it’s like our one sibling tradition 

Vance🩰: and Robin likes to tag along so we will all be there already

Fuck, fuck, fuck Bruce thought. That was gonna be a problem. All three of the songs Billy would be leading were about Griffin. Additionally, none of them could sing his or Finney's songs without crying, and on top of that entire shitshow he and Finney both had a love song in their line ups. All in all, this was gonna be fucking horrible.

Finney wanted to die. He needed to find an outfit to perform in. While he did always have extremely bad anxiety, the last time he remembered it being this bad was the day he went back to school from the kidnapping. Honestly, in retrospect, this is more terrifying than that ever was. They would all be performing 3 songs, and he would be performing a fourth. He knew he should have told Robin, but he didn’t know how to break that. As it was, Gwen still hadn’t met him. But he was getting off topic. 

“Gwen” Finney called, “can you help me pick an outfit?” Gwen came in, took one look at the two outfits he had already pulled out, and smacked him across the face. 

“Are you insane!? You need to pick something that you never wear.” Eventually, with much yelling and arguing, the two picked a suitable outfit. It was Finn’s purple collared shirt (1), his two layered black denim jacket (2), his skull and star pants (3), a few jean chains, a shit ton of random bracelets (4,5), the trios astrology friendship necklaces (he had the moon) (6), some of his silver rings (7), and his favorite black goth stompers (8). Gwen was right, he never got to wear those clothes on the day to day, often preferring a more pastel look. But it was their first performance. To be completely honest, he and Bruce were just planning on wearing their basic, everyday clothes (Billy, of course, was not because when was that boy ever basic). But Gwen and Amy both wanted them to remember this. Which is why Finn found himself packing some nail polish the same color purple as his shirt, and a badass eye look (9). He knew he wouldn’t be able to do it at home, because if his dad came back to him having painted nails and wearing makeup he wouldn’t be able to walk or talk for a week. So he put it into a bag to do at the Yamada house. The purple highlights would really tie the outfit together. For the final piece, Gwen found some hairspray that would give his naturally golden hair a bright purple undercut (10 (A/N: imagine this but purple and blonde)). It was gonna look fucking dope. He quickly gave Gwen a hug and a forehead kiss, before she ran out the door to go meet up with Amy. 

Bruce didn’t quite know what the vibe was. He wanted to wear his favorite skirt, but he didn’t want to not fit whatever vibe Finney and Billy were going for. In the end though, he said fuck it. He pulled out a few of his favorite pieces of clothing. He got his zodiac sign blue button up shirt (1), his blue star skirt (2), and his black and gold moon boots (3). It was a very astrologically themed outfit, but it looked really good. He made the decision to continue the theme, painting his nails blackish blue, planning a star themed eyeshadow look (4), and even getting star hair clips to hold parts of his wolfcut back (5). He pulled out the friendship necklace that Billy had gotten them (he was the Sun) and put it on. Finally he decided that he wanted to add some jewelry. He put on his blue and white bracelet (6), and a few of his gold rings (7). He has an amazing feeling about today.

Billy was excited. He loved doing musical theater and singing. Getting to perform with his best friend? That was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Since the majority of his songs were about Griffin, he decided to go for a “loverboy” aesthetic. He pulled out his blue butterfly jeans (1), his neon butterfly and beetle shirt (2), his blue butterfly denim jacket (3), and his blue butterfly converse (4). Honestly, it probably was a bit cliche, but he did always feel butterflies when he was around Griffin. He also grabbed his favorite bracelet (5), his bff necklace (he got the star), some nail varnish, some butterfly hair clips (6), and some stuff to do an eye look (7). This was gonna be amazing.

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As they pulled up to the venue, Sakura Yamada knew she was going to cry. Her baby was doing what he always dreamed, and tonight was his big night. Unfortunately, she and her husband Haruki would not be able to attend. They had a last minute business trip, having to go all the way back to Japan. As it was, Haruki wasn’t even there to see Bruce off, having to stay back to pack for them. It made her heart ache, but at least Amy and Gwendolyn Blake would be there for him. The Blakes had truly become like family, and Sakura was glad that Bruce would have both of them nearby. As she walked the boys up to the dressing room, Sakura felt the tears springing forward. Once the boys got their stuff all set down, she pulled Bruce into a hug. “Oh baby, your dad and I are so proud of you.” (A/N: to my fellow Asians: yes I am projecting, and yes I’m aware this is very unrealistic 💀) She said “I’m sick to my stomach that we will not be there tonight, but I know you will be amazing.” As she pulled back, she could see Bruce had tears in his eyes too. That was her baby, always so amazingly sympathetic. 

Once she pulled fully away from him, she walked up to Finney and pulled him into a hug as well, much to his shock. He stood like a piece of plywood for a minute, before completely melting into her hug. She knew Finney's father would not be attending, she doubted he even knew that the boys had a band in the first place. If it weren’t for the fact that Finney was concerned about him and Gwen being separated in Foster Care, she would have already called CPS. But she couldn’t break his trust. So what she could do was offer him some comfort and love. “I am also incredibly proud of you. I’m grateful my son has found such an amazing person to walk through life with.” She could see the effect the words had, no matter how hard Finney tried to prevent it from showing. She kissed his forehead before moving on.

Not wanting him to feel left out, she walked up to Bill and hugged him too. He gave a slight chuckle, before hugging her back. She knew that his family would most likely be coming, which made her feel a little better. She was glad that one of them would be able to look out and see family. That truly was a blessing. “You are also a great person, Billy. All three of you are going to go far. I love you all.” With that, Sakura Yamada walked out of the room. And while she may have had tears trailing down her face, there was also a huge smile.

Finney was ready. He stood behind his curtain, and quickly got dressed. Once he was dressed and had painted his nails, he stepped out. As usual, he was the first one dressed (figures with the other two being the definitions of “Pretty Boy”) so he pulled out his phone. He smiled when he saw he had a message from Robin. 

DMs: 

Robbie🫶🏻: hey baby I just wanted to let you know that griff Vance and I are headed to the festival 

Robbie🫶🏻: I hope that your thing goes amazing and that you will be able to come here quickly 🥰🥰

Robbie🫶🏻: no but seriously please don’t leave me with these psychos

Finn🥰: sorry babe

Finn🥰: I will see you really soon 

Robbie🫶🏻: can’t wait mi amor

Billy could hear Finney chuckling to himself, so he snuck out of his curtained off area. He saw Finney sitting in an outfit that looked like it had just stepped straight out of the 2000s. Though, to be honest, he kinda digged it. He cleared his throat. Finney, finally noticing he was there, looked up. “Damnnnnnn, Showalter. You look hot.” Billy blushed, which was stupid since he knew Finn meant that in the most platonic way. For all he joked, Finney really was the best hype man. 

“Don’t even.” He said, rolling his eyes. “Can you help me with my makeup? Here is what I’m trying to do.” Finn got up, looked at his phone, had him sit down, and began. After about 10 minutes, Fin  no ney had finished. Billy looked at it and it looked perfect. He knew Finney used to do face painting for money, but this was next level. Billy hugged Finney, who then quickly did his own makeup, all the while Billy talked, continuing their text conversation. “Yeah so like, we are constantly flirting, and I call him ‘darling,’ ‘shortcake,’ ‘butterfly,’ ‘baby,’ and ‘babe’ and like, he hasn’t yell at me. But at the same time he hasn’t said anything??? It’s just hella confusing.” Finn set down the sharp angle brush he was using, and turned to Billy. 

“B, does he make you happy?” Billy nodded. “Then I say go for it. As Bruce told me, take that leap of faith. What’s holding you back?” 

“The constant fear of rejection?” At that Bruce started talking from behind his curtain.

“Hey dick-for-brains! If he hasn’t mentioned the fact that you literally call him the sappiest, gayest pet names I’ve ever heard, he’s not gonna reject you. Honestly, who would allow a platonic friend to call them ‘shortcake’ or ‘butterfly.’ That’s just not a friend thing.” Deep down, Billy knew he was right. But he really liked Griff, he didn’t want to hurt him or have his heart broken.

“I know, but it’s like ahhhhhhhhh. But we shall see.”

At that, Bruce stepped out. Finney, upon seeing Bruce, immediately fell to his knees dramatically. Billy thought it was a little much, but Bruce did look really good. Finn pulled off one of his rings, saying “Love, wanna elope?” Bruce turned dark pink, smacking Finney in the head. 

“Get up dumbass.” Bruce said

“But, babyyyyyy. You’re hotttttt.” Finney drawled.

“He’s got a point, pooka.” Billy agreed.

Bruce just buried his face in his hands, before throwing his shoes at the two of them. The trio quickly got the rest of their outfits on before heading out to the stage. It was pitch black, bathing them in darkness. They all got their instruments. Billy was pale and wanted to punch a wall, but he was ready.

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Griffin, Robin, and Vance were all ready for the band to start. According to Vance, it was this band’s first concert, but they were extremely popular. Their last single had like 900,000 streams on Spotify. Another thing that made the band (Sad Summer according to the tickets) so interesting is no one knew what they looked like or their names. According to the Bio on Spotify it was three best friends, and there weren't any female voices in any song so it could be assumed they were all men. Robin was so excited. Every year the three of them watch these bands, and he has yet to be disappointed. He hoped this year was just as good. He was a little sad that Finney couldn’t make it to watch them, but at the same time at least he would make it later. A few rows towards the front Robin could see Gwen Blake. Since he started dating Finney he had learned so many wonderful things about him, but one of Robin’s favorite things was his protective nature. In Robin’s opinion, the way Finn talked about his sister was more parental than anything. He talked about her the same way Robin’s mother talked about her children. But anyway, Robin was getting way off track. Damn that ADHD. 

The band came out, but it was too dark to see. Robin could feel his heart pumping, adrenaline spiking, blood rushing. These shows always pumped him up ridiculously fast. The night before he goes through and binge listens to any song that the band has released. This band in particular had released about 45 songs over the course of 5 years. In the early songs, you could tell they were very young. The voices of the band were very undeveloped (and yes, Robin googled that word). But, again, Robin was getting off topic. 

A drumroll started, rising in speed and loudness before finally reaching the peak. As it dropped, the lights flicked on. Robin's eyes took a second to adjust. He stood on his tiptoes (hey, being 5”6 is hard ok?). 

Wait is that FINNEY???’

Finney wanted to puke. The lights just cam on, and it was so much worse than he thought. The venue was so packed. According to Mrs. Yamada, there were 10,000 people there. But hearing 10,000 and seeing 10,000 are two different things. As he looked out, he could see Gwen. She and Amy were waving frantically. He gave a one handed wave, and kept looking. After about 30 seconds, he found who he was looking for. Robin and Vance’s jaws were on the floor. Shockingly, Griffin didn’t look all that surprised. Finn glanced back towards the other two, braced himself and started talking.

Vance had to be dreaming. There was no way Finney Blake, Bruce Yamada, and Billy Showalter were about to perform a concert. But sure as shit they were up there. A quick glance at Robin showed he was just as astonished. Finney was dressed in some throwback emo-early 2000s clothing. It worked shockingly well with his makeup and his purple hair (whatever that’s about). Behind him, Vance could see that Billy was in a very flamboyant outfit. It was mainly blue, with butterfly accents everywhere. And Bruce, holy fuck. Bruce was wearing an astrology based outfit, with a fucking skirt. Vance could feel the drool coming out of his mouth. It looked so damn good. Even his fucking jewelry was gorgeous on him. Just as Vance was going to say something to the others, Finney started talking. 

“So um, hi. My name is Finney Blake, you may know me as the boy who was kidnapped. For the past 5 years me and my best friends Bruce Yamada and Billy Showalter have been making music, and now we are so proud to share that with you all. While you may know us as Golden Boy, Theater Kid, and Kidnapped Boy, we are so excited to share another part of us with y’all. So without further ado here is our first song, Just The Way You Are. Billy, take it away.”

Billy held his bass close, playing the notes he knew by heart. He glanced at Finn and Bruce, making sure they were prepped to sing backup. He was singing lead on this one, so he was getting a bit antsy. He thought of Griffin, made eye contact, said “fuck it,” and decided to sing directly to him.  “Alright, this one is dedicated to a boy who holds a very special place in my heart. This one's for you, Shortcake.” He opened his mouth and let the words flow out. 

(Just the way you are - Bruno Mars)

Oh, his eyes, his eyes

Make the stars look like they're not shinin'

His hair, his hair

Falls perfectly without him tryin'

He's so beautiful and I tell him everyday

Yeah, I know, I know

When I compliment him, he won't believe me

And it's so, it's so

Sad to think that he don't see what I see

But every time he asks me, "Do I look okay?"

I say

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause oh, you're amazing

Just the way you are

Yeah

His lips, his lips

I could kiss them all day if he'd let me

His laugh, his laugh

He hates, but I think it's so sexy

He's so beautiful and I tell him everyday

Oh, you know, you know

You know I'd never ask you to change

If perfect's what you're searchin' for, then just stay the same

So don't even bother askin' if you look okay

You know I'll say

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause oh, you're amazing

Just the way you are

The way you are

The way you are

Oh, you're amazing

Just the way you are

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause oh, you're amazing

Just the way you are

Yeah

Griffin could feel a teardrop slide out. After multiple late night phone calls, and multiple panic attacks Billy knew all about his insecurities. He was such a fucking angel, and Griffin just wanted to kiss him senseless. It cemented his resolve. Once the song was over, Billy blew Griffin a kiss before going behind the drums. He quickly said into the mic “alright so I do believe that you, Finn, are up next. Go for it”

“Alrighty so I wrote this one about 7 years ago when I was 8. At the time, my mother had just unfortunately passed away. It was a very difficult time in, not just my life, but in my entire family’s. This is Two of Us.”

(Two of us - Louis Tomlinson)

It's been a minute since I called you

Just to hear the answer phone

Yeah, I know that you won't get this

But I'll leave a message so I'm not alone

This morning I woke up still dreaming

With memories playing through my head

You'll never know how much I miss you

The day that they took you

I wish it was me instead

But you once told me "Don't give up

You can do it day by day"

And diamonds, they don't turn to dust or fade away

So I will keep you, day and night

Here until the day I die

I'll be living one life for the two of us

I will be the best of me

Always keep you next to me

I'll be living one life for the two of us

Even when I'm on my own

I know I won't be alone

Tattooed on my heart are the words of your favorite song

I know you'll be looking down

Swear I'm gonna make you proud

I'll be living one life for the two of us

I could feel your blood run through me

You're written in my DNA

Looking back in every mirror

I know you'll be waiting

I'll see you again

But you once told me "Don't give up

You can do it day by day"

And diamonds, they don't turn to dust or fade away (Fade away)

So I will keep you, day and night

Here until the day I die

I'll be living one life for the two of us

I will be the best of me

Always keep you next to me

I'll be living one life for the two of us

Even when I'm on my own

I know I won't be alone

Tattooed on my heart are the words of your favorite song

I know you'll be looking down

Swear I'm gonna make you proud

I'll be living one life for the two of us

I promised you I'd do this

So all of this is all for you

Oh, I swear to God, you're living

Through everything I'll ever do

So I will keep you, day and night

Here until the day I die

I'll be living one life for the two of us

I will be the best of me

Always keep you next to me

I'll be living one life for the two of us

Even when I'm on my own

I know I won't be alone

Tattooed on my heart are the words of your favorite song

I know you'll be looking down

Swear I'm gonna make you proud

I'll be living one life for the two of us

One life for the two of us

(Ohh, Ohh, Ohh)

I'll be living one life for the two of us

We'll end just like we started

Just you and me and no one else

I will hold you where my heart is

One life for the two of us

Robin could feel his heart breaking. For all Finney joked, he had been through some shit. It made Robin want to wrap his boyfriend (AAAAAAAH BOYFRIEND) up in a fluffy blanket and hide him from the world. However, unfortunately, that’s not how life worked. But seeing the tears at the edge of Finney’s eyes, just barely held back from spilling over and ruining his eyeliner, made Robin ache. He could see a few rows down, Gwen was sobbing. The other girl she is always with ( Amy, I think Finn said ) was holding her, consoling her and stroking her hair. 

“Alrighty Yamada, you’re up.”

“Thank you Finnigan. So this song is very emotional. Have you ever felt like your family doesn’t want you? This song is for y’all. This is Matilda.”

(Matilda - Harry Styles)

You were riding your bike to the sound of It's No Big Deal

And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels

Nothing 'bout the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming till now

So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

And not invite your family

'Cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

It's none of my business but it's just been on my mind

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

And not invite your family

'Cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

You can see the world

Following the seasons

Anywhere you go

You don't need a reason

'Cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

You're just in time, make your tea and your toast

You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes

You don't have to go

You don't have to go home

Oh, there's a long way to go

I don't believe that time will change your mind

In other words

I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

You can start a family who will always show you love

You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

You can start a family who will always show you love

You don't have to be sorry, no

Vance was in tears. It felt like Bruce was talking directly to him. That song described his and Griffin’s lives to the tee. While he tried his hardest to hide it, Vance knew that Griff had an inferiority complex. And Vance himself had too many issues to name. Anger issues, mommy and daddy issues, inability to express his emotions, lack of proper communication, lack of healthy coping mechanisms. Really the list goes on and on. Vance blamed that on the fact that none of the adults in their lives gave a rat's ass about either of them. Griff’s mother left him on their doorstep, giving them no choice but to take him in. Then their father left one day, afraid the cops would arrest him for child abuse. Even their mother (well Griffin’s step mother but semantics) was so busy, between her work and her fucking drugs, she had no time for her kids. That damn song dug right into Vance’s heart,

“Alrighty hope you are now as depressed as I am. Finn, you’re up again.”

“Thanks Pooks. Anywho, this next song is equally as painful. Have y’all ever wanted to turn back the clock? To just say fuck it and go back to when your life wasn’t shit? Welp sameeee. So this is Stressed Out.”

(Stressed out - 21 pilots)

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink

But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out (oh)

Wish we could turn back time (oh)

To the good old days (oh)

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out

We're stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young

How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?

I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it

Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one

It'd be to my sister, 'cause we have the same nose

Same clothes, homegrown, a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam

But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered

Out of student loans and tree house homes, we all would take the latter

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out (oh)

Wish we could turn back time (oh)

To the good old days (oh)

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out

Used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face saying

"Wake up, you need to make money", yeah

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face saying

"Wake up, you need to make money", yeah

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out (oh)

Wish we could turn back time (oh)

To the good old days (oh)

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out

We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face saying

"Wake up, you need to make money", yeah

“Bills, you’re up” 

“Ok this is one that I wrote a few years ago when I was really down on myself. This is Fucking Perfect”

(Fucking Perfect - P!nk)
Made a wrong turn, once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and fire

Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down

Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated

Look, I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than fuckin' perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

You're fuckin' perfect to me

You're so mean (you're so mean)

When you talk (when you talk)

About yourself, you were wrong

Change the voices (change the voices)

In your head (in your head)

Make them like you instead

So complicated, look happy, you'll make it

Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game

It's enough, I've done all I can think of

Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same, oh

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than fuckin' perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

You're fuckin' perfect to me

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool in line, and we try, try, try

But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics 'cause they're everywhere

They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair

Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that, why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

Yeah, oh, oh pretty, pretty please

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than fuckin' perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

You're fuckin' perfect to me, yeah

You're perfect, you're perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

You're fuckin' perfect to me

For some reason Robin could not explain, Griffin had tears running down his face. He looked so heartbroken, Robin just wanted to give him a hug. However, he knew if he did that he would lose a hand. But the smaller boy tugged on his heartstrings. What can he say, he’s a mama’s boy. And unfortunately that also resulted in him being a Mom friend. Yes he knew it was a funny picture. The badass fighter fretting over a friend's scraped knees. But that’s just who he was. 

“Bruce, you’re up.”

“Alright so I just wrote this one about a month ago. It’s about a very close friend of mine who hasn’t had the life they deserve. For the longest time I didn’t know what to call it, but then it hit me. So everyone, this is Summer Child.”

(Summer Child - Conan Gray)

You see all the flowers in the weeds

You're scared of the dark when you sleep

You cover up your arms with your sleeves

Even in hundred-degree heat

Your father was awfully mean

Your favorite color is green

It reminds you of the summer you turned three

Runnin' through sprinklers on your street

And you laugh and you dance in the wind

And you sway and you hug and you kiss

But there's darkness behind those eyes

Even when you smile

Oh, summer child

You don't have to act like all you feel is mild

You don't really love the sun, it drives you wild

You're lyin', summer child

Aren't you way too busy

Taking care of everybody

To take care of yourself?

When the sun goes missing

Aren't the flowers just as pretty?

Aren't the oceans just as deep?

The trees as green?

And as for me

I'll watch you weep

Oh, summer child

You don't have to act like all you feel is mild

You don't really love the sun, it drives you wild

You're lyin', summer child

Griffin could see that one hit Finney hard. He didn’t know if it was about Finn, but it was clear that he related to it on some level. Robin had his eyes locked on Finney, not even tracking anyone else. It was equal parts adorable and sickening.

“Okie Dokie, Finn you’re up again.”

“Ok so this next one is actually based on three stories I’ve seen/experienced. I work at a cafe, and I got to see two of these first hand there. This is "If We Got Each Other”.”

(If we have each other - Alec Benjamin)

She was 19 with a baby on the way

On the East-side of the city, she was working every day

Cleaning dishes in the evening, she could barely stay awake

She was clinging to the feeling that her luck was gonna change

And, 'cross town she would take the bus at night

To a one-bedroom apartment, and when she'd turn on the light

She would sit down at the table, tell herself that it's alright

She was waiting on the day she hoped her baby would arrive

She'd never be alone

Have someone to hold

And when nights were cold

She'd say

The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad

If we got each other, and that's all we have

I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you

When the world's not perfect

When the world's not kind

If we have each other, then we'll both be fine

I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you

They were 90 and were living out their days

On the West-side of the city next to where they got engaged

They had pictures on the walls of all the memories that they'd made

And though life was never easy, they were thankful that they stayed

With each other, and though some times were hard

Even when she made him angry he would never break her heart

No, they didn't have the money to afford a fancy car

But they never had to travel 'cause they'd never be apart

Even at the end

Their love was stronger than

The day that they first met

They'd say

The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad

If we got each other, and that's all we have

I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you

When the world's not perfect

When the world's not kind

If we have each other, then we'll both be fine

I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you

You should know I'll be there for you

I'm 15, and my folks are getting old

I know they don't have forever and I'm scared to be alone

So I'm thankful for my sister, even though sometimes we fight

When high school isn’t easy, she's the reason I survived

I know she'd never leave me and I hate to see her cry

So I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side

I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side

I wrote this verse to tell her that

The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad

If we got each other, and that's all we have

I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you

When the world's not perfect

When the world's not kind

If we have each other, then we'll both be fine

I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you

You should know I'll be there for you

Gwen was ready to get on stage and either strangle or hug Finney. He had already made her cry twice, and now it was about to be a third time. She just wanted to break his fucking nose. But she also wanted to hug him and hold him for once. He was her rock, her protector, her confidante, and truly her #1 fan. But that meant he felt the need to be strong 100% of the time. The only two times she could remember him crying were the drive back from their mother’s funeral, and while they were waiting in the fire truck after he was kidnapped. She just wanted him to lean on her the way she leaned on him (Amy said it was her Savior Complex but if you ask Gwen, Amy was full of bullcrap).

“Alright, last three songs”

“WOOOOHOOOOO”

“Bill, you’re up.”

“Ok this is my last song so make some noise! This one is also dedicated to the boy who has my heart. I’m gonna keep it short cause he hates sappiness, but this is for you Butterfly! This is Perfect Now. ”

(Perfect Now - Louis Tomlinson)

You say to me your jeans don't fit

You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss

I wish that you could see my point of view

As someone starin' back at you

On Friday night when we're all out

I turn to you and you're looking down

And you don't wanna dance

I know you love to dance

You never stop given half the chance

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up

Don't hide away, don't ever change

Keep your head up, love, keep your head up

Don't look away, don't look away

'Cause everybody's lookin' at you now, my, oh my

I guess some queens don't need a crown

And I know why

Even when your tears are fallin' down

Still, somehow, you're perfect now

You never do, but if you asked me to

I'll tell the truth lyin' next to you

'Cause you're the only one when it's said and done

You make me feel like being someone good to you

Even at your worst, you steal the scene and it's unrehearsed

Don't you wanna dance? Just a little dance

I'll never stop given half the chance

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up

Don't hide away, don't ever change

Keep your head up, love, keep your head up

Don't look away, don't look away

'Cause everybody's lookin' at you now, my, oh my

I guess some queens don't need a crown

And I know why

Even when your tears are fallin' down

Still, somehow, you're perfect now

Every insecurity, like a neon sign, as bright as day

If you knew what you were to me

You would never try to hide away

'Cause everybody's lookin' at you now, my, oh my

I guess some queens don't need a crown

And I know why

Even when your tears are fallin' down

Still, somehow, you're perfect now

Griffin felt his resolve solidified. He was the only person Billy called Butterfly, and even if he wasn’t the song was clearly about him. The only thing holding him back now was his cowardice, and if there was one word that could not describe Griffin Stagg-Hopper, it was coward. He debated doing something big, before just deciding on a plan. Now, he could only wait.

“Ok, Puka you’re upppp.”

“Ok so this is also my last song but I’ll spare you all the long intro. This one was, and still is, one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. This is Dandelions.”

(Dandelions - Ruth B.)
 

Maybe, it's the way you say my name

Maybe, it's the way you play your game

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you

But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

I think that you are the one for me

'Cause it gets so hard to breathe

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay, when I see you smile, smile

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

Dandelion, into the wind you go

Won't you let my darling know?

Dandelion, into the wind you go

Won't you let my darling know that?

I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine

Vance felt his cheeks were bright red. They felt hot, like there was a fire inside. He felt Robin and Griffin both nudging him, but ignored them. As much as he wished it was about him, he knew it probably wasn’t (A/N: sighhhhhh 🤦🏽‍♀️). There was no way Golden Boy Bruce Yamada who was known for being nice to literally everyone would like HIM. He was not that at all. He was rough, aggressive, cruel, and volatile. Sure, opposites attract and all that bullshit, and maybe that worked for Robin and Blake. But that would never work for him. The sooner he got that in his head, the less heartbroken he would be.

“Ok last song!!! This one I wrote a few weeks ago, before I had a major event in my life. So I wrote this about my then crush, but now boyfriend. Rob, this is for you. This is Golden Hour.”

(Golden Hour - JVKE)

It was just two lovers 

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde

Fallin' for each other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish

No Donald Glover

Missed call from my sister

Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

I was all alone with the love of my life

He’s got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

We were just two lovers

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast

Burnin' through the summer

Radio on blast, make the moment last

He got solar power

Minutes feel like hours

He knew he was the baddest, can you even imagine

Fallin' like I did?

For the love of my life

He’s got glow on his face

A glorious look in his eyes

My angel of light

I was all alone with the love of my life

He’s got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

Robin wanted to melt. Vance was poking him in the neck (pendejo), and he could feel that his skin looked sunkissed.  He found Finney so fucking adorable it wasn’t even funny. To hear that song, it removed all the rage he had felt regarding them not telling them they had a band. Now, he just wanted to kiss and cuddle his boyfriend to death. Though tomorrow? All three of them would be getting an earful.

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Finney was nervous. Robin looked pissed off, and the other two did not look any happier. Robin fucking terrified him. It wasn’t even the badass fighter side that was scary. No, Finn could handle that. He had faced bully after bully, and even a fucking kidnapper. The part about Robin that was so scary was his Hispanic mother hen side. Finn had seen him smack Vance with a shoe more than once. It petrified him. Bruce was scary enough, he did not want to add Robin onto that. But that was a bridge to burn when they came to it. He and the others headed back into their dressing room, awaiting their fate. They made it to the room, all sat down, and made eye contact. Billy broke first, bursting out laughing. The other two soon followed, and soon all three were rolling on the floor in tears. 

“Did you see Vance’s face?!?” Bruce howled, laughing his ass off.

“Oh my lord, Finn you gonna die” Finn wanted to smack Billy in the face, so he did.

“Ow faggot that hurt”

“Oh shit, y’all need to pick up your phones”

The Renaissance:

PrissyLittlePrincess: ok what the actual fuck

DamselinDistress: I am literally going to murder every single one of y’all

PrinceConsort: IM SORRY 😭😭😭

PrinceConsort: we literally didn’t know how to tell y’all

PrinceConsort: tell them you guys

CourtJester: Finn and I wanted to tell y’all but Bruce threatened us with severe bodily harm 

PrinceConsort: you lying fucker

PrinceConsort: forget them I’m about to beat your ass

KnightofTheWhores: children children settle down

DMs:

Griff.Griff: hey I need to talk to you bout something

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all right so I’ve recently gone through many life changes and I think I’m in a place where I’m stable and confident enough to finish the story. Would y’all still be interested in reading it?

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Billy was worried. He knew that the others were pissed. Finney looked terrified as he kept checking his phone, and honestly Billy did not blame him. The fact that Griffin needed to talk to him didn’t help his nerves. He wasn’t exactly subtle with his songs, and he could tell that the recognition went through Griff’s head when he said Shortcake and Butterfly. Realistically, he knew it would probably be fine. He had been calling him pet names and flirting with him for too long for anything bad to happen. But on the other hand, this was the boy he had been in love with since 6th grade. If it did not turn out good for him, he’d be completely heartbroken. But he also knew he had to try.

DMs:

Griffy.Griff: hey I need to talk to you bout something

Badass.Paperbitch: ok whats up

Griffy.Griff: no not over text I kinda need to see you

Griffy.Griff: Ik that Robin wanted to take finn on a few rides to be all gushy and yell at him (which is reasonable cause im still pissed at you) 

Griffy.Griff: would you mind if we also kinda went for a walk alone 

Badass.Paperbitch: first i really am sorry about not telling you guys we just couldnt figure out a good time

Badass.Paperbitch: not to mention weve kept this a secret for 5 years now no one besides my parents and bruces family knew

Griffy.Griff: not even finneys?

Badass.Paperbitch: well finns sister knew but no his dad doesnt know he isnt exactly

Badass.Paperbitch: a dad to them ig?

Badass.Paperbitch: idk how to explain it thats besides the point

Badass.Paperbitch: second absolutely I would love to go for a walk with you i always love getting to spend time with you

Griffin was shaking. Vance had no clue what was wrong but it was borderline concerning. “Griff, what’s wrong?” Robin asked. Leave it to the resident Mom Friend to freak out. Griffin took a deep breath before handing them his phone. As Vance read along, he could feel himself giggling. How Griffin couldn’t see that this boy was head over heels in love was baffling. If he was Griffin, there’s no way he would be that oblivious ( A/N: don't even mention it, I'm aware of the irony) . Beside him, Robin kept poking Griffin in the neck, eventually getting bitten. But Vance wasn’t focused on that. He could see the exact moment Robin read what he was focused on. His face dropped, and suddenly he looked pissed. 

“What does he mean when he says ‘well Finn's sister knew but no his dad doesn’t know, he isn't exactly a dad to them I guess’?” Vance asked, sounding really concerned. He, more than anyone, knew what it was like to have a shitty dad that didn’t really raise you. Only difference was that Vance’s mom was still around. Finney didn’t have that luxury. Griffin’s face went pitch white, and he shrugged. “I don’t think that’s our place to ask.” He said.

“I’ll ask him later. More importantly though, Griffy’s got a daaatttteeeee” Robin crooned. Griffin turned bright red, before kicking Robin’s knee out from under him. “You deserved that, my friend,” Vance said as Robin tried to get back up. Robin looked askance for a second, before grimacing and nodded. “Yeah, I did.”

“WAIT” Vance screamed “crapcrapcrap I just realized two things.” Griffin and Robin both looked worried but nudged him along. “One, I lost that damn bet.” At that realization, Robin and Griffin bursted out laughing. “OHHHHH!!! Vance you gotta go gingerrrrrr” Robin said in an annoyingly smug singy-songy voice. Vance was ready to actually swing. 

“But, wait. What's the second thing?” Griffin asked, confused. Vance replied “If you’re gonna go ask Showalter out, and Robin is gonna go take Blake on a date, that leaves me and Bruce with nothing to do.”

“Oh!!! Maybe you guys could, I don’t know, actually have a conversation for once??” Griffin said, looking overly proud of himself. 

Meanwhile:

Billy was over the moon. “GUYS!” He said. Finney and Bruce stopped what they were doing and turned to him. “What’s up?” Billy handed them his phone, letting them read through the texts. Soon they were all squealing, and giggling. Billy felt on top of the world.

“Oh but you guys both lost our little bet!!” Finney said joyously. Billy and Bruce groaned in unison. “Damnnit, Blake. Let me be happy for once.” Billy said. 

The Renaissance:

DamselInDistress: when are yall gonna get out of wherever tf you are

KnightOfTheWhores: just give us a minute honey we’ll be right there sorry

DamselInDistress: oh no worries baby I just wanna see you 🥰❤️😘🫶🏽

PrinceConsort: awwwwwwwww dont worry robs we wanna see you too ❤️❤️

DamselInDistress: not you you dog eating whorebag

KingBitches: wow just wow

CourtJester: damn didnt have to do him like that

DamselInDistress: yes i fucking did

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Bruce wanted to cackle. Walking up to the others was the funniest shit he has seen in a long time. Finney was terrified, Billy looked ashen and like he was gonna pass out, Vance and Robin both looked pissed, and Griffin. Griffin looked like he was about to go off to die in combat and he was saying goodbye to his loved ones. “Uhhh, hi?” Billy chanced.

“Puta!!” Robin screamed, jumping to fight him. “Finn, get yo fucking dog” Billy yelled back, running in circles to try and escape the Mexican boy. “Mmmmm, no.” Finn said, clearly enjoying watching those two go at it and not being the center of attention.

Bruce walked up towards where Griffin and Vance were standing, scooching really close to Vance. “Hi Vance” he said, just trying to strike up a conversation.

“Yamada. I really, really loved y’all’s performance today. A lot of Blake and your songs particularly made an impact. I didn’t know y’all could sing. I don’t think there was anyone in that crowd who didn’t shed a tear at atleast one song.”

“Oh, wow. That really, really means a lot from you, Vance.” Bruce said. He was glad he was already sweaty and wearing blush because he knew his cheeks were warm and red as hell. “If we do another festival I’ll make sure to invite y’all. This was our first live thing, cause between Finn and I’s baseball, all of Finn’s jobs, and Billy’s plays we’ve never had time and opportunity before. This was so surreal though. I’m so glad you were here for it.”

“Anytime, Yamada. You all have some talent. I think you’re going places. But anyways. Griffin!!” Vance said, giving a little shove to his baby brother. Sighing, Griffin walked off and said something to Robin. Robin then stopped running after Billy, instead smiling ominously at Griffin. Griffin rolled his eyes and then walked up to Billy and gestured for him to follow him. Billy did so, sweating his ass off and bright red. Good for them Bruce thought. He was glad those two were finally getting their shit together. Once they had walked away, Robin grabbed Finney’s hand and drug him off towards the food area. “USE PROTECTION” Bruce screamed after all four boys, getting back 3 blushing faces and 4 middle fingers. 

“Well,” Vance said awkwardly, glancing between the two soon to be couples, “since we have been abandoned by our horny ass friends, do you wanna spend the evening with me? I mean, I’m sure you have better things to do but uh-” Bruce quickly cut him off. This boy was really perfect. “There’s no one I would rather be with, Vance.” 

“Soooooo” Billy trailed. Griffin wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. He did not intend for this to be so awkward. Honestly, he had no clue how this would go. 

“Ok I have a lot to say so you’re just gonna have to let me shoot off at the mouth, okay?” Griffin asked. Billy nodded, agreeing. “Ok. So you know how my entire life I’ve kinda stayed in the shadow? Well, there’s a reason for that. I have a crap ton of insecurities, an inferiority complex, and overall I just have never really liked who I was as a person. So, staying hidden became my coping mechanism. No one can bully you or bring up things you dislike if they don’t know who you are. But that has also made me feel like no one cares about me. Like I’m invisible, like I was just a shitty and insignificant speck of good-for-nothing dirt.” At that, Billy opened his mouth, tears in his eyes. “Ah, please let me finish. If I don’t get it all out, I’m never gonna say it. Anyways, but over the past semester that’s shifted. And that’s because of you. So many people, Vance, Robin, my mom, even my damn teachers have commented on how my confidence has really increased over the past few weeks. And I have you to thank for that. You make me happy, you make me like who I am, you make me feel like I actually matter in the grand scheme of things. I guess what I’m trying to say is: I am madly in love with you, Billy Showalter. Whenever you call me Shortcake, or Darling, or Baby, or Butterfly, or any of the other ridiculously cheesy stupid names you use, I feel like my heart is gonna implode. No matter how much I act like I hate it, or like I’m gonna smack you for it, those cheesy stupid names make my day. Seeing you makes my day. Walking into English and seeing your stupid face grinning at me makes my damn day. Waking up to your early texts, or stupid jokes makes me wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Billy. Ok, I’m done. You can talk now.”

Billy took a deep breath, before rushing forward and pulling Griffin into the tightest hug he could. “Holy fuck, Lemondrop. You know how to make a guy feel good about himself. God. I love you too, if that wasn’t clear. But you gotta understand. You aren’t just a speck of dirt to me. You are my world. You are the sweetest, smartest, most devious man I have ever met. I want to dedicate the rest of my life to making you see how amazing you are. I meant what I said in all of those songs.” With that, Griffin’s face went from tomato to fuchsia. It was one thing to know those were all written about him. It was a complete other thing to hear it so plainly. “You are perfect to me. I love you so much. I’ve loved you since I knew what love was.” Griffin could feel tears make their way down his cheeks, but for once he let them roll. 

“Ok. Could I come over tonight so we can talk more?” Griffin asked nervously. He didn’t want to seem needy, but at the same time he wanted to cuddle and relax with the boy who had apparently been in love with him for years.

“Oh, 100%. That was a given. I wanna cuddle. Now, how about we go meet back up with Vance and Bruce, and then go find Finn and Rob to harass and throw shit at?” Billy suggested

“You DEFINITELY know the way to my heart, Showalter.”

“Now I know I do, Butterfly.”

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 The Renaissance:

KnightoftheWhores: yall I think somebody threw a brick at Robin’s head

KingBitches: whaaaaaaaaaaaat who would do such a thing?????!

DamselinDistress: ypu motherfucking hijo de puta 

PrinceConsort: where the fuck are alla y’all Vance is fucking trying to fight some old ass gramma

PrissyLittlePrincess: nah don’t make me into the crazy one this blonde ass lil white trick ass bitch is of the literal devil

PrissyLittlePrincess: and this Asian whore next to me is giggling his little ass off this ain’t fucking funny

KnightoftheWhores: dude wtf did this grandma even do???????

CourtJester: don’t call my lil boo thang an “Asian whore”

PrissyLittlePrincess: right after getting into a relationship shitwalter really forshameeee

PrissyLittlePrincess: well I meant Showalter but my phone really knows you a Cunt

PrissyLittlePrincess: @KnightoftheWhores: dude wtf did this grandma even do???????: OK so we’re sitting next to this white ass Whore on the Ferris wheel right

CourtJester: ok yeah following

PrissyLittlePrincess: well i decided to let this Asian whore motherfucker face Bruce fucking Yamada pick the cartridge We are sitting in

PrissyLittlePrincess: the motherfucking Bitch himself chooses the only fucking one that sways side to side and front and back

PrinceConsort: IM SORRY OK MY BAD

PrissyLittlePrincess: not forgiven

PrissyLittlePrincess: anyways so I’m terrified were gonna die cause this piece of shit totally ain’t up to code so I’m hanging on for deer life and this white motherfucking bitch whore face looks over and goes “son would you mind not white knuckle gripping the handle bar? frankly it’s embarrassing and distracting me from this gorgeous view”

CourtJester: LMFAO she cookin frfr

DamselinDistress: we were on that like five minutes ago and there were literal children doing just fine

PrissyLittlePrincess: THEY DONT SEE ALL THE POSSIBILITIES 

PrissyLittlePrincess: I see EVERYTHINGGGGGGGG

PrinceConsort: Dude I think you need to cut back on the red Bull

PrissyLittlePrincess: I think you need to shut your cute little ass up bitch

PrissyLittlePrincess: just because you’re adorable in that little skirt doesn’t mean I won’t fight you on site hoe

KnightoftheWhores: Excuse me 🤨🤨🤨📸📸?!??!

Dolls With Balls

TheLiar: HE CALLED ME CUTEEEEE 

TheLiar: AAAAAAAAAAAA

TheBitch: 💀💀

TheBitch: babe calm downnnnn it’s okkkkkkk

TheLiar: HE, VANCE FUCKING HOPPER, CALLED ME, BRUCE HARUTO YAMADA, CUTEEEEEE

TheSluttyWardrobe: ptttf it’s not that deep

TheLiar: YESSSSSSS IT ISSSSSSSS

TheLiar: HE LIKES THE SKIRTTTTTTTTTT

TheBitch: Bruce babe 😂😂

TheLiar: I can die happy know

TheLiar: ✌🏼✌🏼 peace out world

Meanwhile:

The PowerPuff Girls:

Blossom: Vance. wtf

Buttercup: hoe you were just reading along??

Buttercup: why the fuck didn’t you say Jack shit 

Blossom: don’t I always

Blossom: more importantly though, you sir, are a large gay trainwreck

Bubbles: Vance honey….

Buttercup: IM SORRY IT JUST SLIPPED OUT

Bubbles: dude. Mi amigo. Mi gringo hermano. 

Bubbles: just slipped out is something like “ you have kale in your teeth” or “your makeup is really pretty today”

Bubbles: not “your cute little ass, looking adorable in a skirt”

Blossom: you’re fucked darling brother 😭😂🤣

Buttercup: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk I’m screweddddd

Buttercup: OK wait I got the game plan

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Finney was so fucking happy. The show had gone great, Robin was in the crowd cheering him on, Gwen seemed like she was having a great time, he felt like he was on top of the fucking world. Watching Billy and Griffin walk off, he hoped it worked out. Billy was so down for Griffin, and it would just make everything easier. He did feel a bit bad for leaving Bruce with Vance alone, but honestly, maybe they would finally get their shit together. But he knew his high wouldn’t last. He owed Robin the full story, and unfortunately that story was a very large mood killer. The two of them mounted the Ferris wheel, and Finney braced himself. 

“So” Robin started “ you sing” 

“Yeah. I guess I kinda owe you an explanation, huh?” At that Robin nodded. “Well back in the summer before 7th grade, I was working my ass off 24/7. I had to catch up on all the studying I had missed during my kidnapping, and on top of that I was working legitimately five summer jobs, because Gwen had recently gone to a dentist appointment, and they said she needed braces. And before you start saying that that shouldn’t be my responsibility, that I’m not her parent, that my dad should’ve taken care of it, I knew that if I didn’t, no one would. Well, unfortunately, coupled with my already apparent mental health issues, my dad, the kidnapping (they haven’t really talked about it yet, but Finney knows Robin knows), and all the other bullshit that I was going through, working so much all the damn time really gave me severe burnout.”

 Finney could see Robin was comprehending, but he knew this next bit is what really would hurt. For some moral support, he took his hand. “ It got to the point where I was so low and I didn’t see a way out, so I made one. Bruce and Billy found me dangling off a roof downtown, trying to psych myself into jumping.” When Finney had looked up from his hands, he could see Robin’s eyes were filled with unshed tears.

 He had to keep going, though, if he stopped, he would break down entirely. “ They both knew that my dad would not give me help, that he would brush it off or be aggressive towards me about it. So they made me quit three of the jobs. I wouldn’t let Gwen see me so low, so Billy and Bruce helped me hide my attempt from her. To prevent it from getting that bad again they helped me write a budget, and to move my dad’s money around so he could only spend about 10% of it on alcohol and I could use the rest for bills or whatever medical stuff we needed. 

“And then they made me form Sad Summer with them. At first it was just a Garage band thing we did after Baseball to keep me distracted, but then Bruce’s dad heard us play. After that he wanted us to try releasing one single, and if we hated it, or it didn’t do well, he would drop it. Well, spoiler alert: it did really well and we loved it. so Bruce’s parents pulled some nepotism strings, and signed us to a smaller record label. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I had no clue how to bring it up.” 

Robin was going to smack someone. That was by far one of the saddest things he had ever heard. He didn’t get why a boy so amazing as Finney had to suffer so much. And in Robin’s very unbiased opinion, Finn was the nicest, sweetest, and smartest person he knew. “Mi Corazón, you’re so strong. You’ve been through way too much shit in your life, and somehow you still came out of it the best person I know. I’m so lucky you picked me. You’re so precious. Your songs were so sweet, and most of them made me sad but that just means you’re a good songwriter. I love you so much.” Robin held his breath. He had been willing to say it for a while (sue him if he moved a little fast, but this was his dream boy), but that was the first time he had ever said it.

 “I-I love you too Robin” Finney replied, a lump sitting in his throat. “I have for a long-”

Before Finney could finish that sentence, Robin screamed “Ow what the fuck??? Is that a brick?”

(Fast forward into the future: at the end of last chapter)

The Renaissance

KnightoftheWhores: ANYWAYSSSS

KnightoftheWhores: @PrissyLittlePrincess: right after getting into a relationship shitwalter really forshameeee: YALL GOT TOGETHER!?!? @KingBitches @CourtJester

CourtJester: yesssss finnnnnnnnnn

CourtJester: I NEED GLITTERRRRRR

CourtJester: I WANNA CELEBRATE 

CourtJester: I WANNA BE FLAMBOYANT 

KingBitches: I’m starting to regret my life choices

CourtJester: you’re stuck with me now my sweet little strawberry shortcake 

PrissyLittlePrincess: ah ah ah new rule

PrissyLittlePrincess: no flirting with my baby brother in the main gc

CourtJester: that ain’t fair????

CourtJester: Finn and rob flirt all the fucking time

PrissyLittlePrincess: mmmk and

PrissyLittlePrincess: neither of them  are my BABY BROTHER

CourtJester: wellllll your “BABY BROTHER” is my baby now

PrinceConsort: Billy I just saw Vance snap a huge branch off a tree and run off

PrinceConsort: looks pretty sharp too

CourtJester: fuckballs 

PrinceConsort; anyways before Billy is violently murdered and Vance goes to jail

PrinceConsort:  want to come over? we got an empty house

DamselInDistress: we would love to

KnightoftheWhores: I’ll ask Gwen

KnightoftheWhores: Robin you can finally meet my sister

DamselInDistress: oh 😃

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Griffin learned 2 very important lessons. One: NEVER let Billy and Vance interact. Vance had taken that branch, and hit Billy over the head with it before chasing him 3 blocks. Griffin was honestly impressed, truth be told. But number two was more important. Never take directions from Billy Showalter. They had taken a record 12 wrong turns before Vance bit the bullet and called Finney for directions. In Griffin’s personal opinion, he should’ve called Bruce. It was his house after all. But Vance is a pussy who refuses to talk to his crush so Griffin knew that wasn’t gonna happen. But seriously, it was very embarrassing. Billy was so bad at directions, they were 20 miles from Bruce’s house.  

The Renaissance

KnightoftheWhores: did y’all get kidnapped 

KnightoftheWhores which honestly ain’t the worst experience 

KnightoftheWhores: causes a lot of growth and character development 😜😁

KnightoftheWhores: plus makes you VERY VERY interesting 

PrinceConsort: pookie please stop trauma dumping

PrinceConsort: but he’s right how did y’all get lost so bad

DamselinDistress: CAUSE OF GRIFFIN’S STUPID WHORE OF A BOYFRIEND

CourtJester: wowwwww no need for name calling

DamselinDistress: we took like 20 wrong turns

CourtJester: first it was 12 don’t be a dramatic slut

CourtJester: plus that’s not my fault???

DamselinDistres: bitch how’s that not you fault

CourtJester: I can’t be expected to know where I am 24/7

KnightoftheWhores: bitch what??

PrinceConsort: help you’ve been to my house like a million times

CourtJester: yeah but I’m always passenger princess

CourtJester: you can’t ask me to lead someone

CourtJester: especially not after I was smacked in the head repeatedly and had to god forbid run

DamselinDistress: YOU OFFERED TO LEAD

CourtJester: yeah cause I wanted to hang with griff

PrinceConsort: sounds like your just a dumb horny bitch

CourtJester: @KingBitches defend my honor here baby

KingBitches: even I can’t defend this honey

CourtJester: absolute betrayal 

Robin was very, very nervous. He was almost glad. Billy was so stupid and didn’t know where they were going. From all the stores had heard from Finney, his little sister Gwen was the nicest, sweetest, most amazing person ever. To Finn, she was all his good traits amplified and none of his bad ones. Which was very hard to believe since Finney was the best person Robin knew.

But from any other person’s perspective, Gwen was an absolute bitch. She was rude, and crass. She was a fighter, verbally and physically. And most of all, she was very overprotective of her older brother. According to Bruce, she wouldn’t even let him walk to his classrooms alone for 4 months after he went missing. According to Billy, she hit a kid who was bullying Finn in the head with a rock so hard he went to the hospital with a fractured skull. But he desperately wanted her to like him. Gwen was so important to Finn, that much was clear whenever he talked about her. His eyes would light up, and he would speak with a passion. Robin would only see him look like that when he was talking about music, space, baseball, or Gwen.

 And Robin also knew that Finney was incredibly protective over Gwen too. He still remembers that day that Gwen’s ex (he thinks at least) called her. The look on Finney’s face showed him how the otherwise sweet, soft boy could kill someone. It might’ve been attractive to witness, but Robin doubted it would be as amazingly hot directed at him. So, he would bite the bullet (and his tongue) and try to make the younger Blake like him.

As they pulled up to the Yamada residence, Robin was floored. Logically, he knew Bruce came from a Wealthy family. Finney said they had connections in the music industry, and that’s how their band got signed onto a label. But that didn’t prepare him for the house. It had to be at least 12 bedrooms and 10 bathrooms. There was an huge backyard, a giant gate with a big shiny Y on it, and a fucking fountain in the front (Robin guessed that’s how you say “I’m rich suck it”). The house was probably five or six times larger than the one he lived in back in Mexico (and that house had 4 generations and about 20 people). Looking over, he saw Vance and Griffin in the same state as him. Billy, on the other hand, had Griffin’s hand in one hand, and was scrolling on his phone with the other. 

As they pulled up to the driveway (which was also huge, fucking rich people), Robin could see Finney’s shitbox of a car parked by the door. That sight was a bit funny with how out of place it was with the rest of the estate. Billy was the first to get out, dragging Griffin (who still looked in shock) with him. Robin and Vance quickly followed suit, not wanting to be accused of trespassing. Plus Billy seemed to know where he was going. Instead of walking towards the front door, he drug Griffin towards a side door.

He knocked on the door, and a girl opened it. She looked to be around 12 or 13, with long black hair, and Asian facial features. She was wearing a purple sweater, and a pair of black jeans. Her makeup was minimal, but matched the outfit. Her hair was pulled back into butterfly clips, accentuating her face. Robin assumed she was Bruce’s sister, but he couldn’t remember her name for the life of him. The girl, however, threw her arms around Billy. “Showalter! It’s been a while!” 

“Babes! (A/N: Billy so calls EVERYONE babe/babes) Yeah, it really has been too long! You look good though, purple is definitely your color, and those butterfly clips are downright adorable.” Robin could see the girl blush, before replying “Thank you! I just bought them today while I was out with Gwen, I thought they were really pretty too!” As they talked, the girl (Robin really had to ask Finn for her name, he felt bad just referring to her as “the girl”) pulled Billy, and subsequently Griffin as Billy refused to let go of his hand, inside. 

“Well Finn, Bruce, and Gwenny are in the living room. I’ll be there in a few, I gotta get some stuff ready in my room.”

At that, the girl walked off. Robin and Vance followed Billy, who was still dragging Griffin along with him. They walked into a large open area, which Robin guessed was the living room. Finn was sitting on the couch, looking adorable in Robin’s honest opinion, while Bruce was standing in the middle, looking like he was in the middle of a heated argument with Gwen, who was sitting in a lounge chair off to the side. It was actually a really funny scene. Bruce was waving his hands around, screaming. Gwen on the other hand was sitting relaxed, looking entertained but also kind of bored. “Gwen, I’m not above fighting a child. You are just plain fucking wrong. How can you spout such utter bullshit with no issues!” 

Robin looked at Vance, who looked like he had heart eyes. In Robin’s mind he was such a fucking dumb shit. It was clear Bruce liked him. Robin would never have been that oblivious. But back to the argument at hand. “All I’m saying Bruce, is that even you have to admit Taylor Swift is just a tiny bit overrated.”

“NO! No, Gwen she is fucking not. Just because you only listen to Indie artists, emo music, and one direction/their members doesn’t mean she’s overrated. It just means you’re an incredibly uncultured swine!”

At this point, Billy stepped in. “ OK, thanks to my amazing navigational skills, we’re here.” Robin could see Vance frothing at the statement. “You motherfucking, lying ass whore. More like thanks to Blake saving our asses cause YOU got us so lost even our GPS wouldn’t work.”

“Regardless of who got us here, your favorite has arrived.”  Billy said. 

“Bitch, you’re no one’s favorite.” Bruce snapped back. As those two started arguing, Finney got up and hugged Robin. 

“Robs, this is my baby sister Gwenny. Gwen, this is my boyfriend Robin. You already know dumb and dumber, and that’s Vance Hopper and Griffin Stagg-Hopper.” 

“Yes, tragically I know Bruce and Griffin.” Gwen replied. “I’m gonna be honest though.  You’re a lot shorter than I expected, Robin” she said to Robin. He felt distinctly uncomfortable. 

Finn and Gwen had the exact same brown eyes, but right now Gwen’s were staring straight into his soul. He wanted to hide, but couldn’t break eye contact. Instead he just stared back. He knew he should probably answer, but he was too unnerved. Robin had never felt more relieved than when Finney took her away to introduce her to Vance and Griffin. Deciding to distract himself for a bit, he pulled out his phone and started a quick game. 

About 5 minutes had passed when, Bruce’s sister (Amanda, maybe?) walked down the stairs.  “Gwen, I got everything ready if you wanna come upstairs.” She said, which made Robin wonder if there was something going on between them. They were always together, and they looked at each other like they hung the moon. But he’d ask Finney later. 

“Yeah Sweetheart, I’ll come up. Just give me like 3 minutes. I gotta have a chat with someone.” Well, that answered one question. Bracing himself, Robin watched as Gwen leaned over to Finney, said a few words, and then stalked over towards him. Robin could feel his hands get sweaty, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Robin. May I have a word with you?” Robin knew that, despite the wording, this was not a question.  So he let Gwen take his arm and drag him away to a secluded area. As he looked back, he saw Finney giving him a thumbs up. But it didn’t reassure him how ashen Bruce and Billy had turned. Regardless, he followed Gwen out to a hallway.

“So” Robin started. He had no clue what to say, but it was too awkward to be quiet. 

“Ah ah ah” Gwen cut him off. “This is a time for me to talk and you to listen. Clear?” Robin nodded. He was about 6 inches taller than her, but she still scared him shitless. Something about her demeanor gave scary dog energy. 

“You’re dating my brother. You make him happy. So I’m not gonna break y’all up or be a dick to you. But you need to listen to me here and now. Finney is the best person you’ll ever meet. You will never be good enough for him in my mind. He practically raised me all by himself. After Mom died, he was only 7 and I was 5. But he still stepped up. Dad became abusive. Started pouring all his money into alcohol. He’s always been the strong one. Always the shoulder to cry on, never to let me see him hurt. Even when they found him a-after.”

At that Gwen’s voice broke. Robin wanted to hug her, but he knew it wouldn’t be welcomed. Damn these Blakes. They’re just so protectable. “After his kidnapping, he spent the time comforting me, and asking me how I was doing and if Dad beat me. AFTER HE HAD FUCKING KILLED A MAN. He’s my hero, my dad, my mom, all of it. He’s everything to me. Any daddy-daughter dance, any family project, and bring your family to school day, he was the one there for me. Toward the end of the month when Dad had used all his money on Alcohol and the auto draft bills, Finn would scavenge, steal, and go without food to make sure I ate. Anytime Dad went on a bender, Finn took the brunt. One time I closed a cabinet too loud, and Dad got really mad. So Finn picked up a plate, made Dad look at him, and then spiked it to the ground as hard as he could.”

Robin felt the tears gather in his eyes for the millionth time that night. Finney had a way (directly or indirectly) of pulling on his heart strings like that. “So my point is: Finney is my world. I would die for him, or kill for him in a heartbeat. So please don’t do anything to hurt him. You seem like a really sweet guy. You make my brother happy. He deserves to be happy after everything he’s been through. So stay sweet and nice. I would hate for an “accident” to have to happen.” She smiled at him for about 10 seconds, grabbed her bag, and walked up the stairs, leaving Robin to wonder what the fuck just happened.

Damn these Blakes. With a smile on his face, he walked back into the living room, sat next to Finn, and thought I could spent the rest of my life with this family.

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(The Trauma of Finney Blake (Née Will Byers) is here)

*time skip cause I’m lazy*

From where Vance was sitting on a chair (that was probably worth more than he makes in a month) he could see all the others. Robin was sitting on the loveseat, with Finney mostly on his lap, which made a funny picture with how short Robin is. The fucking simp was just staring at Finn as he talked, Vance was sure that they would give him a cavity with how ridiculously sweet they were. But the other couple in the room wasn’t much better.

 Vance knew his brother wasn’t a PDA person. Even a side hug made him get this queasy look on his face. But even with that typical aversion, he was laying sideways half on Billy, his head tucked into Billy’s  shoulder while scrolling on his phone. Billy's arm was around his shoulder, and he had his eyes closed, looking like he was half asleep.  And Bruce. Bruce fucking Yamada. He was ruining Vance’s life. He was all Vance could think about. He had already slipped up once, with the “cute little skirt” comment. But it wasn’t Vance’s fault!  Yamada was the one walking around with his entire ass cheeks hanging out. But Vance digresses. Bruce was sitting on the couch next to Billy and Griffin, talking to Finney. In Vance’s opinion he was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. However, the bitches looked too peaceful, so naturally Vance stirred up some shit.

 “Hey y’all,  do you remember we have that stupid ass project coming due soon?” He said. As soon as he said it, he saw five heads snap up and look at him. 

Showalter gasped. “Shit, shit, shit. No, fuck I forgot that. We must still have so fucking much. Crap. Ok we need to get working NOW!” Billy moved to sit up, but forgot his arm was under Griffin. He leaned back and started talking again. “Shit. I haven’t even started on the poster board, or the verbal thing, or the interactive shit! Fuck me, I nee-” 

In the middle of Billy’s rant, Finney burst out laughing. Vance wondered if the boy  was finally having a psychotic breakdown. But he just kept chuckling to himself. “Billy, honey. Pookie bear. You’re so adorable. After I finished the paper, I got started straight onto the posterboard. I’m done with it already. I’m still writing our oral presentation, but that’s easy enough. What I really need from you is to pick out outfit inspiration for us. But we don’t need to get up and start working right away.” He looked like he was near tears from how hard he was laughing. 

“Why you little shit Finney. You let me freak out for nothing?!? You’re so stupid. Fuck you, Finnegan Terrance Blake.” Billy said. He looked around at everyone laughing, and Vance could see he wasn’t really mad, it was more performative. 

“No, thanks William. I have a boyfriend, as do you. I ain’t a side hoe or a cheating slut. You’ve confused me with my daddy.”  

“FINNEY, STOP TRAUMA DUMPING! But wait? I get to do outfit plans? You mean for the final presentation? YAY! Ok we need green glitter, purple sequins, and a bucket of vaseline.” As Billy was talking, Griffin reached up from where he was laying and smacked him across the face. 

“Nope. Not today Satan. Nuh huh. My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ did not die for this. ” He said.

“Griffin, you’re not even religious??? You have a literal shrine worshiping the devil???” Robin said. 

“God you simple minded idiots. It’s not worshiping the devil. It’s worshiping Azazel. Satan is too much work for how little reward it is. I know I’ve explained it to you like a million times. Morons. You gotta fight smarter, not harder.”

“Ok, crazy.”

The next morning as Finn and Gwen returned to their home, Finn got concerned. The front door was unlocked, and so was the screen door. Ever since the Grabber, Finney and the rest of the family had set a rule that the door remained locked 24/7 and they all had keys if they needed to get in. He used his right arm to sweep Gwen behind him, a move that he knew would piss her off but he didn’t care. He needed her safe. He then pulled out his pocket knife with his left hand. He tiptoed into the house, and made sure to sweep the halls with his eyes. Still holding Gwen’s hand, he pulled her into the living room with him. 

Looking around, Finney didn’t see anything amiss. There were a lot of beer bottles by the couch, and a large lump wrapped in a coat he assumed was his father. Finney could scream in frustration. There were at least 7 or 8 beer bottles that weren’t there when he had left at 1600 the previous day. 

“Hey, Gwen, can you take my bag upstairs to my room while I clean up after dear old dad here?” Gwen nodded and ran off. Finney knew she didn’t like being around their dad. But that’s what she had him for. He wouldn’t let her get hurt anymore. 

As he started picking up the beer bottles, he noticed his dad begin to stir. He moved back, knowing better than being within swinging distance. “Finnegan?” His dad asked gruffly. 

“Yes sir. Gwen and I just got back from the Johnson’s.” Finn knew better than to bring up Bruce and Amy. Terrence always had some choice words to say about Asian people, and the fact that the Yamada siblings were both very blatantly queer did not help. So when going over to their house, Finn and Gwen always just said they were staying with the Johnsons, who were a brother/sister duo they used to be friends with back when they were still in church. 

“Ok boy. Well there’s no food in the cabinet or the freezer! I’ve been starving.” Finney repressed the urge to roll his eyes. There was plenty of food in the cabinet, Finney knew his dad was just too lazy to get off his ass and make something.

“Well, dad, there’s actually a lot of food in the cabinet. Would you like me to make you something?”

“You ungrateful little shit. Are you calling me a liar? There’s nothing to eat. You and your fat ass probably ate everything in there.” Never mind the fact that Finney would often go without food towards the end of the month to make sure his dad and Gwen had enough. Or that at the end of every month he loses about 10 pounds just trying to make ends meet. Not that Finn would bring this up with Terrence. That was a great way to get beat. When Finney tuned back into the conversation, his dad was still going on. “I pay for you children, I keep you off the street, even after your spaz mom killed herself!” Finney winced at that. So that’s what all the drinking was about. Terrence would only bring up their mom if he was drunk. Otherwise her name was just a ghost story.

Finney’s eyes widened as he watched his dad pick up one of the bottles and swing it at his head. He knew better than to dodge, it would just make him more mad, and with Gwen home he couldn’t risk that. He braced as the bottle hit him full force in the temple and shattered. 

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Bruce was having a fucking great day before. All his friends were safe and under his roof, and he was still riding the high of their concert. But nothing good ever stayed good for Bruce Yamada or anyone he loved. 

Finn and Gwen had left around 6:15. Finn had always been an early riser, plus he mentioned wanting to check on his dad. Bruce thought it was a load of bullshit he had to go home early just to babysit his dad. That was a grown ass man, he would survive. But Finn still felt some obligation. But even then, he was happy. He made fun of Finn for kissing Robin as he left, the Hispanic boy still being passed out. He saw Amy out on her Girl Scouts trip, and then he just relaxed till the others woke up. He was good even as he was making breakfast, listening to Billy and Griffin argue about Star Trek or Star Wars. Personally, Bruce thought Star Wars, but Finney said that’s just because he found Hayden Christensen, Harrison Ford, and Mark Hamil hot. But Finn could take his opinions and shove them (Robin sat beside Griffin, looking like he didn’t wanna be awake yet, Bruce related to that deeply). Bruce was even fine when Vance walked downstairs, still sleep ruffled and messy haired. He was rather proud of himself for keeping his cool, not freaking out over how fucking hot he looked. 

But, once again, Bruce couldn’t stay happy. He was in the middle of trying (and failing) to make pancakes when the door rang. Bruce immediately got worried. It was the front door that no one he knew would go to. Every one of his friends and Amy knew to just walk through the side door, and his parents were still out till the next weekend. Not wanting to worry his friends, he went to the front door without letting his confusion read on his face. Unbeknownst to him, they still followed him, wondering what was going on. 

As he flung up in the door, prepped to fight off whoever came in, he was shocked to see none other than his Finney. He had looked like he had seen better days. He had blood dripping from a gash on his left temple, he was holding his right leg awkwardly off the ground, and his left arm was wrapped around his ribs protectively. Still, he mustered up a smile to greet them. “Hey.”

Bruce pulled him inside by his arm. Robin shoved Bruce out of the way, and got close to Finney’s face. Turning his head to the side, Robin forced Finn to show off the damage. Bruce could tell Robin was close to having a meltdown. “Mi Vida!! What happened??” He grab

“Robs, babe, I’m ok.” At that, Robin looked dubious. “No, really. I made a mistake but I’m ok.”

“Mistake???? You look like you tried to fight a bobcat and lost!” Vance said, looking askance. Bruce could see Finney mouth “not helpful” over Robin’s shoulder, but he agreed with the sentiment. 

Finn pulled away from Robin’s tight embrace, just for the shorter boy to pull him right back in. “First, I need to dig the glass out of my head. Then I’ll tell y’all what happened. Bruce, can I borrow y’all’s first aid kit?” 

“Yeah, but I’m not letting you fix it yourself.” Bruce said. He’d seen this show one too many times. Finn would do whatever himself, but he wouldn’t do it thoroughly so he’d get an infection or something. Not on Bruce’s watch though. 

“Well, then who will??? You and Billy both get nauseous at the sight of blood, dumbass.”  Finn said, around the face full of Robin’s hair. 

“I’ll do it. It’ll be fine.” Griffin said. “Vance and Robin are the same with blood so I handle all injuries typically.”

“Alright.” Finney said. He walked into Bruce’s attached bathroom, which was the size of most people’s bedrooms. Sitting down on the chair next to the door, Bruce reached under the sink and pulled out his First Aid Kit. He handed it to Griffin while Finney hopped onto the bathroom counter. As Griffin got to work pulling glass shards out of Finney’s temple, Bruce slowly realized what happened. The shards looked like beer bottle glass. But he prayed it wasn’t what he thought it was. Terrence had seemed better since the beginning of the school year. He didn’t want that progress to change. 

After Griffin finished pulling the glass out of his temple, Finney pulled his shirt off to wrap his ribs. Bruce heard someone, probably Robin, gasp behind him. He mirrored the sentiment. Finney’s torso was primarily green, purple, and black with tiny sections of golden skin interspersed between the bruises. 

“Hey, I think you’re wrapping that too tight.” Billy said. Did he know much about medical stuff? No. But he knew Finney wincing in pain from how tight the wrappings were couldn’t be good. 

Finney scoffed. “If you’re not in pain, you haven’t wrapped it tight enough. Not to mention I’ve broken so many bones, I’m practically an expert at this point.” Sitting on the toilet, he wrapped his ankle. From his vantage point, Bruce could see that it was bright red and swollen. His heart ached with the thought of how much pain his friend must’ve been in. But Finney still held a brave face, not even grimacing in pain. He saw him rummage in his bag, before pulling out a bottle of Tylenol and dry swallowing four pills.

“All right baby. You got to tell us what happened. I’m worried about you.” Robin said, sounding close to tears.

“Can we move out of the bathroom for this?” Vance said awkwardly. 

After they headed downstairs, Robin helping Finney limp his way, they settled onto the couch and Finney started talking. “ OK. I'm an early riser so I left this house at 6:15 this morning. When we arrived back home, the front door was unlocked. After the kidnapping, my family has this rule that we have to lock the front door. So I freaked out. But when I walked inside, it was just my dad drunk on the couch. I sent Gwen upstairs, and then started to clean up the beer bottles my dad had around the couch.” Bruce absolutely did not like where this was going. “Well, my dad freaked out when he woke up, and started screaming about how ungrateful we are. Started telling me there was no food in the cabinets. I do all the shopping and all the cooking, so I knew there was still food in the cabinet. I made the mistake of talking back, and he hit me in the head with one of his bottles.” 

Bruce could tell that Robin was angry enough to kill. The boy was practically shaking like a Chihuahua. He had his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands to stop himself from lashing out. “Ok but what happened to your ribs and ankle?” Vance asked, confused. 

“Oh it gets worse. After he hit me, I fell down, but as I was standing up, I remembered Gwen had a Girl Scout trip she needed to go on today. So I wiped off  my head so she wouldn’t see the blood, ran upstairs, grabbed the bag we had packed for her, and ran her out the door to meet up with her troop at our neighbors house. But of course, all my shit was still at the house. So I went back, and I think you can guess from there.” 

Robin flung himself up off the couch. “I’ll kill him for you, I swear to God. That hijo de puta does not know who he’s fucking with. Stupid ass pendejo. I swear I’ll kill him, just say the word.” 

Vance and Griffin looked like they agreed, but Bruce and Billy both knew he would never go for it. He couldn’t risk him and Gwen being separated. His sister was his life. They had offered so many times, but Finn did not want to chance it. 

This time, he just looked at Robin with a sad smile on his face. “Babe, it’s alright. It’s just my life. I’m used to him.” At that, Vance looked even sadder. But Finn kept talking. “ Now we’re gonna lay down in their little sunroom and try to heal up.” He pulled Robin up with him and hobbled off, leaving the rest of them to wonder what the fuck they should do. Bruce had never felt so lost in his own house before

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Finney was gonna lose his shit. After taking a few hour long nap, he and Robin had finally joined the land of the living (Robin helping him limp out, supporting most of his weight). What he found disgusted him. Billy and Griffin were a basic pair of disgusting homos (affectionate). Griffin had his legs strung across Billy’s lap, who had an iPad out, looking for outfit inspiration for their presentation. One of Billy’s hands was scrolling on his iPad, while the other was running through Griffin’s hair absentmindedly. Griffin seems like he was a few seconds from falling asleep, a sentiment Finn had mirrored many many times. 

But it wasn’t the two of them that disgusted Finney. No, it was the other two disasters in the room. Vance and Bruce were sitting at the bar, both of them acting like they didn’t care what the other was doing. Bruce was reading a book, “The 7 Husbands of Evelyn Hugo”, which Finney knew he had practically memorized at this point. Every few pages, he would quickly glance up at Vance before “focusing” back onto his book. But Vance wasn’t much better. He was scrolling on his phone, “watching” videos. Finney knew he wasn’t really paying attention though. He was practically drooling. 

He wished Bruce would take the same advice he gave people. He was an eternal people pleaser, and would give the shirt off his back if he had to.  But a lot of times that meant he neglected his own wants and needs. Finney knew Bruce sometimes felt guilty that he had “everything”. He was financially well off, he had two loving parents, he was the “ golden boy,” and overall, he just didn’t go through as many struggles as the rest of them. But that was not a bad thing. Finney would never want to trade places. He would never want Bruce to know what it was like to bury a parent. To have your only remaining parent beat the shit out of you for just existing in the same place  as him. To have to get three jobs just to be able to afford to keep his sister from going hungry (sometimes if that meant going hungry himself), or to always be worried about protecting her at all costs. Finney would never want Bruce to deal with that. 

Sweet, amazing, golden Bruce. He was too kind for the world. Finney knew that around school he got a lot of shit. People saw him as an airhead, a jackass, a rich boy who’s never had to work for anything in his life. But Bruce did work for everything he had. He put twice as much effort into anything he did just to prove that he was more than daddy’s money. He was such a mom friend because he felt like he had to give his friends something or they would leave. He hated only being used for his money, but refused to let his friends pay for anything if they were out together. He hated strawberry scented things, but he would buy anything if it had lemon in the name. Finney and Billy both knew him better than he knew himself. It was weird to Finney that they all knew each other inside and out. They had all seen each other at their darkest moments, and they came out the other side, even stronger. It was such a close bond. Finney and Billy just wanted Bruce to be happy. He pulled out his phone and got to work. 

*Finney.Blake named the group “help the homo” and added 3 numbers*

Finney.B: YALL

Finney.B: I CANT TAKE IT

Robin.A: baby you need to be rest rn

Griffin.S: what’s the disaster queer going on about

Finney.B: you’re literally laying on your boyfriend who looks like if they/them pronouns met dick sucking and had a baby

Billy.S: ykw 

Billy.S: fair but fuck you youdumb little whorebag

Robin,A: DONT TALK BOYT MY MAN LIKE THAT

Billy.S: ‘YOUR MAN’ STARTED IT

Billy.S: plus he was mine and Bruce’s bitch firstttttttt

Robin.A: I’ll fight you wrinkly little hijo de puta

Robin.A: I’m not above fighting a child Billy

Griffin.S: before this gets out of control 

Griffin.S: what can’t you take anymore @Finney.B

Finney.B: BRUCE AND VANCES DISASTER PINNING

Griffin.S: YES

Griffin.S: we need to fix it

Billy.S: wait 

Billy.S: Vance likes him back?? Shit we gotta so ittttt hehe

Finney.B: Showalter anyone with eyes could see Vance likes Bruce too

Finney.B: look at the dumbass right now

Finney watched Billy’s head pop up from where it was buried behind Griffin and stare at Vance, before turning back and texting again. It was almost comical, how much of him was hidden by Griffin.The shorter boy was fully in his lap, lying sideways against him. From Finney’s angle, you couldn’t see Billy at all. He wondered if he and Robin were like that when they first got together, but decided they probably weren’t (they totally were).He would notice that, after all.

Billy.S: ok I see your point 

Billy.S: so what do we do

Griffin.S: Bruce is gonna have to ask

Griffin.S: Vance would never believe us and even if he did, he wouldn’t get the ball to ask

Robin.A: yeahhhh he’s right 

Finney.B: alright I think I have a plan

Billy.S: does it happen to involve

Billy.S: glitter?

Finney.B: FUCK OFF SHOWALTER

By that afternoon, the boys had developed their plan. They needed Bruce alone, so Griffin made the sacrifice move. He and Billy got up, and went to the hallway near the bathroom. The others all waited for the queue, getting a text when he was in place. Finney got into his position, ready to grab Bruce before he went to check on Griffin. Once Robin had given the go ahead, Griffin screamed loudly before “tripping” to the ground. If the scream didn’t get Vance’s attention, the very loud thud definitely would. As an older sibling himself, Finney felt a tiny bit bad using Vance’s love for his brother against him. But he also knew if it worked out the way he wanted it to, Vance would be over the moon. He just wanted his friends happy. As expected, Vance and Bruce both shot up to go check on him. Once Vance was firmly in front of him, Finney grabbed Bruce by the shoulders and drugged him backward into a different hallway. 

Bruce fought against his grip, but once he looked back and saw who it was, he calmed down. “Finn, what the fuck?? I gotta go check on Griffin.” Seeing the smirk on Finney’s face, Bruce reevaluated. “What did you do?”

“I need a second alone with you. We need to talk.” 

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After hearing their evil plan, Bruce regretted not being closer to monitor them. “God, Finney. Remind me to never put you and Griffin in the same room alone again. Y’all need someone sane with you and Billy and Robin certainly ain’t cutting it.” Bruce said, after Finn explained why they needed to talk.

“ Bruce, a wise man once told me ‘ sometimes you just gotta take a leap of faith, not knowing where you land.” Bruce rolled his eyes, how typical for them to use his own words against him. “We just want you to be happy. And if that means forcing you to take your leap of faith, what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t? He likes you. And he doesn’t even like Goldenboy Yamada. He likes you for Bruce. The giant ass bitch you are. Just give it a shot.”

Bruce flopped down on the lounge chair. “But what if it’s a strike, Finn? What if I put my heart on the line, and I strike out? I don’t think you understand how hopelessly devoted to this boy I am. If he rejected me, I don’t know what I would do. I think I would just break because he’s so amazing. Vance Hopper. Known throughout the school as this badass who you should never fuck with. He’s hot, and scary, and funny, and protective, and all of it. I’m just Bruce. I’m boring Bruce Yamada. I have two loving parents. I’m very well off, and I’m in such a good place in life it makes me feel bad. You  have all had to fight. I mean, Robin’s a fucking immigrant who didn’t speak a lick of English when he got here. You practically became a father and mother at the ripe age of four, you had to bury one parent and you get the shit constantly kicked out of you by the other. Billy had to bury his dad, and even if his mom’s not abusive that’s not something someone should have to go through. And fucking Griffin and Vance. Those two have had so much. Between their mom’s drug abuse, neither of their dad’s being worth anything, no one sees them as more than a sack of shit. AND YOU AGAIN. You got kidnapped and had to literally snap someone’s neck!! So sit there and tell me that me, Bruce Yamada, the one with literally everything, two loving parents, financial security, a loving but annoying sister, tell me I’m the one who deserves all the attention and love. No. If anyone deserves the love, it’s y’all.”

Finney scoffed at Bruce. It was very typical of him to just completely dismiss his own wants or needs, just because he thought he had no right to complain with how his life was. “ Bruce. First off, none of that is true. Just because we’ve had to fight harder, doesn’t mean you haven’t had a struggle. Even if everything in your life is perfect, I would never want you to have to live the same life I have. If I could make a deal with God and take all your suffering, I would. I never want you to be like me. No one should have to live like I have.”

“But. Back to the main point, even if you can’t do this for yourself, do it for Vance. He’s so obviously wants you and loves you. it’s making him miserable to act completely platonic with you. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for him. I can pull up the texts if need be. Come on, would I ever tell you to do something like this if I was not 100% sure?” Bruce begrudgingly shook his head. “Exactly. Actually, I’m gonna call in the reinforcements.” He pulled out his phone and texted Billy, who quickly came into the hallway. Bruce groaned, this was gonna be a long afternoon. 

MEANWHILE:

Why couldn’t Vince Hopper ever be happy? Was there like a rule in heaven? He thought he was content enough to watch Bruce and admire him from a distance. He was happy. They didn’t ever interact, and since they had no overlap, he could find peace. But now with Robin and Blake, and his brother and Showalter, they were kind of stuck together. Which brought him to now. He was sitting in Bruce fucking Yamada’s bougie ass house, where he had stayed the night before. One room in that house was probably worth more than his entire existence combined.

But back to the main point. He was sitting, scrolling on his phone (A/N: barbecue sauce on his titties 😭😭 Please tell me when you get the reference and I’m not just crazy) sitting across from Bruce (NO NOT STARING AT HIM ARELLANO) when he saw Griffin get up. Normally, he wouldn’t care. Just because that’s his younger brother doesn’t mean he needs to track every move. He went to go back to his phone, but then he heard it. First, there was a loud thump, which was concerning enough on its own, but then he heard a scream. Immediately shooting up, he sprinted toward the noise (A/N: babe would not survive in a horror movie). He saw Griffin laying on the ground in the hallway, a chair tipped over. “Oh my God. Griff, are you OK? Who the fuck puts a chair in the middle of the hallway?!? Hey, don’t try to get up. I’ve got you.” If Vance was paying more attention, he would notice the smirk Griffin gave while his back was turned. 

“ I think I slammed my wrist, Vance. It really hurts.” Again, if Vance was paying attention, he would have noticed Robin rolling his eyes at Griffin crocodile tears. If there was one thing Robin learned over the past semester, it was don’t let Finn and plot together. But anything to get their two dumbass friends to get their heads out of their asses and get together. He’s just glad him and Finn were not like this. If he was this, oblivious, he’d probably kill himself. 

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 Help the homo

Finney.B added Bruce.Y

Finney.B: OK I think our plan is together

Finney.B: Bruce? You know everything?

Bruce.Y: this is the name of your fucking group chat?????

Robin.A: quiet homo do you know what your doing 

Griffin.S: that’s the possessive version of your

Griffin.S: you would use it, for example, if you were saying something like “your house is so pretty”

Griffin.S: but for the context you were using it needs to be a conjunction

Griffin.S: as in you are (spelled you’re)

Griffin.S: so instead it should be “quiet homo do you know what you’re doing”

Robin.A: well YOU'RE a queer

Griffin.S: That’s proper grammar

Griffin.S: Well, no it’s not. But that’s a lesson for next week. 

Finney.B: more importantly

Finney.B: do you know what you’re doing, Bruce?

Bruce.Y: unfortunately 

Billy.S: hey Bruce think about it like this

Billy.S: if he doesn’t like you back, Finn and I will take a frying pan to his head and hell forget all about him and you

Griffin.S: honey I don’t think that’s very reassuring

Finney.B: No, that's very reassuring. I was planning on telling Robin if he hadn’t told me, and the game plan was to whack him over the head

Robin.A: WHAT???

Finney.B: shhhh babe it’s nothinggg

Robin.A: oh ok baby ❤️🫶🏽🫶🏽

Griffin.S: he’s a little stupid sometimes, but unfortunately, he’s ours

Robin.A: don’t talk about my boyfriend that way!!!

Griffin.S: yeah I wasn’t talking about about Finn

Standing there, Bruce wanted to kill himself. He knew that the other boys were right, he needed to get it off his chest. No matter what the answer, he needed closure. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t absolutely terrifying. It just sucked. But here he was, planning on putting his life on the line (not really, but Bruce was nothing if not an over dramatic whore). Griffin said Vance liked very big gestures. That, when they were younger, they would sneak up to their roof with an old Kindle. They would stay up all night, watch cheesy romcoms, and talk about their plans for the future. While Griffin was always pessimistic, Vance always talked about finding his true love and being swept off his feet. He wanted big, he wanted to know someone liked him. He wanted someone who would move heaven and hell for him. Bruce could do extravagance, he could do big things, but if this came back and blew up in his face, it would literally kill him. But, he couldn’t be a hypocrite. He told Finney that he needed to take a leap of faith, and he did. Although he didn’t know how it would turn out, if his friends could do it, so could Bruce. That is why he had his friends cover for him, having them (Billy, Robin, Griffin, and Vance) go out to a park while he “ran some errands” and Finn “ ran home to grab some more clothes”. The fact that Finn (and Gwenny when she got back) would be staying at the Yamada’s  till Finn’s ankle healed Definitely helped perpetuate their cover. What the other three did not know, was that Finn and Gwen already had a dedicated wardrobe in Bruce’s, and Amy’s rooms, respectively

Standing outside of the Hopper-Stagg house, Bruce hoped everything went off according to plan. If even one step misfired, nothing else would make sense, and it would crush everyone’s soul. But he also trusted Finn’s engineering. The boy had yet to lead him wrong, and was easily the smartest person he knew. He just hoped this wasn’t all for nothing. He saw Vance walking down the sidewalk, and gave Finn the queue to hide. Now he just had to pray.

Vance did not want to be alive. After his brother jammed his wrist really bad, he sat on the couch with him, trying to make sure he was OK. Soon thereafter, Robin decided he wanted to go to the park. Vance did not really want to go to the park, but as soon as it was mentioned, Billy (and now by extension, Griffin) perked up. To Vance, they looked like overexcited dogs. So he figured he would suffer through it and go to the park with the five of them. But of course that could never work for Vance. Blake announced that he needed to run home and grab him and his sister some clothing, as they would be staying with Bruce and his sister till his leg healed. That did make sense to Vance, but he knew Robin would be insufferable now that he was away from his boyfriend. And then, to add to the pain, Bruce got a call from his parents and then sadly announced he had some errands he needed to run for them. Now Vance really did not want to go. But the sparkle in his brother’s eye (plus Robin’s pouty dog face, but never tell him that) made him suffer through. While they were at the park, Vance tried to just sit and scroll on his phone. But the others wouldn’t have that. He somehow got roped into a game of groundies (A/N: if you don’t know what that is, just comment and I’ll explain). He must admit, though, pushing Showalter off the playground was very satisfying and worth the entire trip.

That was not to say he was upset when they went home though. Since it would’ve been longer to walk back to Bruce’s house, they decided just to walk home and have Blake drive them to Bruce’s house later to pick up Vance’s car. But on his way home, the others started acting really weird. Despite living in opposite directions, Robin and Billy followed him home. He figured Billy was just too wrapped up in his conversation with Griffin, and Robin was just being Robin. Turning the corner and seeing his house, Vance felt a feeling. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something didn’t feel right. However, he thought he was just being paranoid. But walking up to the house, he quickly realized he wasn’t. Bruce was standing in front of his house, looking distinctly queasy. He could hear the others giggling like clowns behind him. He wondered what the fuck was going on.  

Before he could even open his mouth to ask a question, a white sheet was lowered from his/Griffin’s window, and his mom’s window. He braced, expecting the worst. However, a video started playing on it.

The video showed Bruce, holding a guitar sitting on his couch. In the video, Billy says “ Bruce, tell us what date it is.”

“Well Billy, of course it’s the day before our first gig!!” Finn laughs from the kitchen at Bruce’s exuberance. “ well then Mr. Yamada. Are you gonna play us one of our songs that we’re playing tomorrow?”

“No. I’m actually not gonna. I’m gonna play you one I don’t have the balls to release yet. I call it ‘14’”  Bruce went to start strumming on his guitar, but before he could Billy interjected. “Oooh who is it about?” 

“Shut up Showalter. You know it’s about fucking Vance. Why don’t you focus on your own nonexistent relationship with psycho boy?” 

“Ooh touché. But my darling butterfly and I will get it together eventually." In the background, you could hear Finn fake puking and subsequently getting four middle fingers.

“ OK. Here’s my song.” Bruce said, drawing out the G.

(18 - One Direction)

“ I got a heart and I got a soul 

Believe me I wanna use them both

We made a start be it a false one I know

Baby I don't want to feel alone

So kiss me where I lay down

My hands pressed to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

I have loved you since we were 14

Long before we both thought the same thing

To be loved and to be in love

And all I could do is say that these arms were made for holding you oh oh oh whoa

I wanna love like you made me feel

When we were 14

We took a chance

God knows we tried 

Yet all along I knew we'd be fine

So pour me a drink oh love

Let’s split the night wide open

And we'll see everything we can living love in slow motion motion motion

So kiss me where I lay down 

My hands pressed to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

I have loved you since we were 14

Long before we both thought the same thing

To be loved and to be in love

And all I could do is say that these arms were made for holding you oh oh oh no

And I wanna love like you made me feel when we were 14

When we were 14

When we were 14

Kiss me where I lay down 

My hands pressed to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

I have loved you since we were 14

Long before we both thought the same thing

To be loved and to be in love

And all I could do is say that these arms were made for holding you oh oh oh

And I wanna love like you made me feel when we were 14

And I wanna love like you made me feel when we were 14

And I wanna love like you made me feel when we were 14”

“OK, two things. One: if I ever show this to you, Vance, I love you. But I’m never gonna show you this if you don’t love me back. And, yes, it’s really been that long. So I hope you liked it. God, what am I thinking? He doesn’t like me back.” The video cut out there.

Once the video stopped, Vance quickly looked back at Bruce, before a heart of white fireworks surrounded him. Somehow, he had time to pick up roses from someplace Vance had not seen. Vance was speechless, and he knew there was no blood left in his face. The longer he took to reply though, the more nervous Bruce seemed to get.

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 The longer Bruce stood there, holding those white and red roses, the dumber he felt. Vance now knew everything. It had been 2, almost 3 years of hiding this secret, and now it was out. If Vance would move, if his face would pinch, if anything would happen, Bruce would feel infinitely better. But Vance just standing there, staring at him like he’d grown a blonde mullet all of a sudden, was unnerving. For all people said that him and Griffin did not look alike, they had the exact same eyes. They both were a cold shade of blue, designed to see things other people miss, and use those secrets to their advantage. He sat there, staring into those beautiful blue eyes. It had probably been upwards of 20 seconds before Vance moved. He went suddenly from no movement, to rushing forward at breakneck speed. Before Bruce could even react, his arms were full of a curly haired blonde boy, the roses discarded onto the ground beside them. Vance buried his face into his neck, and Bruce could swear he felt moisture on his neck. 

He saw the other four boys walk inside, Robin giving him a thumbs up as he passed. He almost wished they would’ve stayed, made sure things weren’t awkward. but on the other hand, he really liked the privacy. He needed to talk to Vance, and have Vance talk to him completely freely. He just held Vance until he pulled away. If his mom had ever taught him one thing, it was never to pull away first from a hug. Finn and Billy always said he gave the best hugs, but he disagreed. It was his mama, no questions asked. But Bruce was getting off topic.

After a good solid couple of minutes, Vance finally pulled away. Bruce kept his hand on his shoulder, trying to give him some sort of comfort. Vance looked him dead in the eye, before starting to speak. “ Bruce. You big fucking oof.” Bruce winced, concerned Vance was talking about, but Vance must’ve interpreted that facial expression. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t start overthinking. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. You are my waking dream. It’s always been you, dumbass. Since probably sixth grade. I just never thought you’d actually. I never thought you’d. Truth be told, I never thought you would like a junkie’s kid like me. I know what people say. That I’m trash. That I'm gonna end up just like my dad, in jail and addicted to drugs. And here. You’re Bruce fucking Yamada. You're popular, cool, and kind and so amazing. I’m just not.”

Bruce could feel his heart shattering. Vance had it all backward. Bruce wasn’t anything special, he wouldn’t get anywhere if it wasn’t for his daddy’s money. But Vance. Vance was a protector, he was someone people saw and knew not to mess with, he was someone who commanded respect. Bruce was someone who let people walk all over him. Before the semester started, he only had two real friends. Don’t get him wrong. He was one of the most “popular” kids at the school, but all of those friends just wanted to use him for something. Finn and Billy were his only real friends. He wished Vance could see himself in the light he saw him. He told him as much, explaining his current process. Vance looked physically pained by it. He opened his mouth to refute, but Bruce held up a finger. They had a lot of talking to do. But first, they had more hugging. He grabbed Vance, and yanked him back against him. Vance gratefully melted against him, and happily supported his weight.

POV Switch cause I’m running out of time and lazy 🫶🏽✌🏽✌🏽:

“They’re taking forever” Robin whined. His boyfriend patted him on the shoulder, consoling him. “Babe. Do you remember how long it took us to get our shit together? Leave them be. It’s gonna be OK.”

Robin sighed. “ I know Mi Vida. I just want them to be happy. Like us. I don’t know what I would do without you, baby. I couldn’t imagine a world where you said no to me. I guess I just want everyone to know what it’s like to have love like we do.” He said. Billy saw Finn’s face turned bright red (it was actually kind of impressive how harshly he always flushed. Every time, it legitimately looked like someone took a can of apple red spray paint and just went to town on his face), and debated if he should call him a slur. But he chose the moral high ground, not for any benefit of Finn, though. He was worried about his own boyfriend. Griffin was sitting, silently staring at his hands. While it was not unusual for the boy to be silent, he was usually doing something with his hands. Billy thought he had unchecked ADHD, it was very rare to see him motionless. But now was one of those times. As Finn and Robin kept being sappy, he reached over and nudged Griffin. 

“Babe. Are you OK?” he mouthed, trying to be subtle. Griffin looked up, smiling at him. 

“Oh yeah, babe, I’m absolutely fine. I’m plotting. I can’t wait to give Bruce The Shovel Talk. I think I might actually pull out my axe. First time the charm, right? It’s gonna be so much fun. I have an entire plan.”

While most people saw Vance as the “scary” of the two brothers, anybody who knew them would say the same thing. Griffin was a fucking psycho. While Vance had a flashy form of intimidation, Griffin would watch from the shadows, slowly piecing together a plan. by the time you were aware he was a threat, he would already have dismantled you. He felt bad for Bruce, thinking about asking Griffin to go easy on him. But if he asked Griffin to go easier, Griffin would do the opposite. That was his Shortcake, stubborn to a tee. He prayed for Bruce Yamada.

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The Renaissance 

PrissyLittlePrincess: so none of y’all bitches were gonna tell me

KingBitches: tbf 

KingBitches: nope got nothing

KingBitches: babe anything?

CourtJester:  nopeeee

CourtJester: tough break?

PrinceConsort: wait where are the disaster queers

KingBitches: “nowhere doin nothin with no one” - birdy 

CourtJester: makingbout in one of the beds in here

PrissyLittlePrincess: WAIT THISR SLUTS AEE FUCKINH UN MY BED

CourtJester: no?

PrissyLittlePrincess: oh ok that’s a relief

CourtJester: they were making out when we left the room

CourtJester: though robins hand was suspiciously close to finns dick

PrissyLittlePrincess: I’m gonna fucking kill the whores

After finding Finney and Robin were indeed making out on Vance’s bed, he started on a big rant. Bruce knew that Vance could go on for a while, especially when it’s about Robin. So he grabbed Finn by the arm, made a gesture for Billy and Griffin to walk out, and then kissed Vance on the cheek. Vance paused his sentence, bright red. “I got to head out and talk to Amy, but I will make sure to text you and we can talk things out. OK?” Vance seemed like he wasn’t processing anything, to which Finn smirked. 

“O-ok.” he stuttered out. Bruce thought it was endearing how he could go from being so bad ass to a blushing mess so quickly made him want to melt. Vance tried to get back his bearings, going back to yelling at Robin, but everyone could tell it wasn’t the same, so much so that Griffin started cackling while dragging Billy out of the room.

After getting home, he sent Finn off the shower. While he was waiting, he texted Amy and Gwen. He could not fucking believe it. He finally had his boy. it was all he ever wanted more. He couldn’t wait to go on dates, hold hands, and even just be domestic together. He wanted to teach him how to cook his favorite Japanese dishes, and show him his photo book, and hear all of his aspirations and dreams for the future. He just wanted to be loved and loved Vance Hopper.

YamaBlakes:

BrutyPebbles: YALL

BrutyPebbles: GWEN AMS GUYS

BrutyPebbles: I DID IT

BrutyPebbles: ANDWER ME WOMEN PLEASE

Gwendy: dude why’re you tweaking out

Gwendy: don’t tell me you finally killed my dopey brother

finneythepooh: No????

finneythepooh: although fysa we are gonna be staying here until at least next week

Gwendy: Finn what the fuck what the actual fuck

Gwendy: what did dad do now

finneythepooh: unimportant (I have so so many broken bones)

AMethYst: FINNIGAN

AMethYst: you fucking stupid bitch

finneythepooh: ey he was drunk off his rocker

finneythepooh: didn’t wanna hurt the poor guy

AMethYst: hurt??? Hurt him??? Istg you’re lucky I’m two hours away or I swear to God

finneythepooh: first of all you’re hanging out with Gwen way too much I need my sweet Amy

finneythepooh: second @BrutyPebbles was tryna tell y’all something

Gwendy: this conversation is not over

Gwendy: that being said what’s up Bruce

BrutyPebbles: I FINALLY ASKED CANCE OUT

AMethYst: WAIT WAIT WAIT

AMethYst: DETALKS

BrutyPebbles: well so after Finn, basically kidnapped me, they managed to get vance away from me long enough to convince me to ask him out

BrutyPebbles: then while Griffin and company distracted Vance, Finn and I picked up a white sheet, dad’s projector, the fireworks I guess Gwen has in her stock, and some roses

finneythepooh: BTW, I will replace those we just needed them quickly

Gwendy: no no no you better but fine keep going Bruce

BrutyPebbles: yes abyways so after we got all that, we set it up at his house and we started playing one of the songs I wrote him on the projector, and then Finn set off the fireworks which lit in a heart around me and then Finn and Company went  inside 

BrutyPebbles: basically he told me he had liked me since before Finn have been kidnapped, but he never knew how to tell me

AMethYst: ASAHAHAHSHHSHSHD

Gwendy: LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO RAHHHHHHHHH THATS MY BROTHER IN LAWWWWWWW

finneythepooh: I nearly cried I was so fucking proud

AMethYst: wait did he say what y’all were like did you guys DTR

BrutyPebbles: well, not exactly

BrutyPebbles: we started talking about it, but then he texted the group chat, and apparently Finn and Robin were being whores in his bed and he squirrel brained

Gwendy: wait wait wait now I need this story

finneythepooh: NO

finneythepooh: THAT IS NTO SOMETHING I NEED MY LITTLW SISTER HEARING 

finneythepooh: god that would be so embarrassing as fuck I’d kill myself

Gwendy: ewwww imma have to bitchslap Robin when I get back

finneythepooh: no I love himmmmmmmmmmm

AMethYst: wait wit if alla y’all are with your stupid people 

BrutyPebbles: rude

AMethYst: that means you could make “Winter Extravaganza Festival” mom and dad are booking y’all into a love song show

Gwendy: OH MY GOD YES NO MORE WOF THE DEPRESSING ASS SHIT YOU DID LAST TIME

BrutyPebbles: we coyldddddddd hehehe

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The Renaissance

PrissyLittlePrincess: yallllll we have our presentation in like a week 😭😭😭😭😭

CourtJester: oh fuck shit fuck we do

KingBitches: oh yeahhhhhh

KingBitches: well did y’all read the email blake and i sent you?

DamselInDistress: idk why you bother asking cause you know it’s no

CourtJester: baby

KingBitches: no no no you don’t get to just “baby” me

KingBitches: I very clearly remember telling you to read that email

CourtJester: I’m just a silly little guy what can I say

PrinceConsort: not that I don’t enjoy seeing Billy get yelled at

PrinceConsort: but

PrinceConsort: @DamselinDistress: can you get your bitch?

DamselInDistress: help??? No??? What’s up?

PrinceConsort: wanna explain Finn

KnightoftheWhores: no

PrinceConsort: yeah well you’re gonna

KnightoftheWhores: you hate me

PrinceConsort: no? You’re just literally sobbing in my bathtub with a tub of ice cream screaming at me that I don’t understand love

PrinceConsort: this shit is too funny not to share

DamselInDistress: wait wait wait mi amor you’re crying what the fuck did Bruce do

PrinceConsort: I DIDNT SO ANYTHIFN WHAT THE FUCK????

CourtJester: I call Bull on that

KingBitches: well you broke my brother that’s for one

KingBitches: he hasn’t stopped, giggling, or blushing all day and the Bitch is literally bright red. I’m five seconds from dipping his face into an ice bath.

PrissyLittlePrincess: GRIFF

KingBitches: ITS TRUE BITCH IM WORRIED FUCK OFF

DamselInDistress: back to the main point

DamselInDistress: my baby what’s wrong 

PrinceConsort: yeah Finn tell them what’s wrong

KnightoftheWhores: mmmmm you’re so fucking mean Bruce

KnightoftheWhores: OK so basically I started reading this book this morning and I just finished it. It’s called “You’ve Reached Sam” (Dustin Thao is the author). Long story short, the book’s about this girl whose boyfriend died in a car crash. She misses him and everybody blames her, so she decides one day just to call his number to hear his voice on his voicemail one last time. Long story short she can basically communicate with him through paranormal shit. Well, at the very end of the book they go through this whole thing. But then he calls her and he’s like “ I need you to do one last thing for me OK?” And of course she’s like so in love with this guy she’d do anything for him so she’s like “what is it?”. 

KnightoftheWhores: AND THEN THIS DICK GOES “ after we hang up. I’m gonna call you again, and I need you to not pick up this time. Can you promise me that?” AND SHE FOES “‘I can…’ I whisper, even though it kills me inside” CAUSE HER NOT PICKING UP FOR HIM LETS HIM MOVE ON

PrinceConsort: do y’all see my issue

PrinceConsort: mind you I sent him into the bathroom to shower and after like 10 minutes I start hearing literal, sobbing heart wrenching I’m about to die noises

PrinceConsort: so I ran into the bathroom, terrified I’m gonna find him murders or something

PrinceConsort: only to find he never hopped in the shower and wanted to finish reading and was laying in my tub like he was dying

PrinceConsort: eventually had to give him ice cream because it was the only thing I could actually get him to calm down

KnightoftheWhores: I TOLD YOU JUST TO LEAVE ME

KnightoftheWhores: YOU CHOSE NOT TO

DamselInDistress: Mi Amor… please go back to therapy

KnightoftheWhores: can’t afford itttttttttttt hehhehehe

PrissyLittlePrincess: hahahaha that’s uhhhhhhhh relatableeeeeeeee

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Going back to school the next day, Billy wanted to kill himself. he was not a stranger to performing. He had done multiple plays, musicals, and anything in between with the school before. But this was different. This was singular. It was him and Bruce and Finn alone. 

They were getting stairs and looks, and for Finn/Bruce it was normal (for different reasons). Between the kidnapping, Bruce just being popular, and them being a combined powerhouse on the baseball team they were both well-known. But Billy did not have that notoriety. By third period, he was done. It didn't help that when he got home, he needed to design outfits for all of them to fit the Renaissance time. Only Finn and Griffin had talking roles (mainly because they were the only ones that knew what they were doing), but they all had to participate and dress up. 

During his third period class (civics so nothing too important), his phone started blowing up.

DMs

Griff: babeeeeeeee

Griff: babe

Griff: text meeeee

Griff: oh wait fuck you’re in civics 

Bills: shortcake you’re fine this teacher is like 90 and has shitty eyesight

Bills: wait how do you know what class I’m in? I never gave you my schedule I mean like you can have it if you want, but like I never gave it to you

Griff: I think you should know by now that I’m not a normal guy like of course I know your entire schedule without you even telling me I’m obsessive

Bills: and I love you all the more for it butterfly

Griff: oh-

Griff: I love you too

Bills: good 😁😁 anyways what did you need, my darling?

Griff: oh yeah can I come over after school

Griff: it’s ok if not

Bills: yeah! Absolutely! You know you’re welcome over anytime 

Griff: thank you I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t something very pressing

Bills: no I’m honored that you asked me like I like that you’re comfortable enough to ask me that’s all I’ve ever wanted

Griff: God, I must’ve been a saint in my past life to even deserve you

Griff: even then I’m not sure if I deserve you

Bills: baby trust me it’s me that doesn’t deserve you

Griff: god Billy I-

Griff: FUCK WHAT DO THESE DIPSHITS WABT

The Renaissance

PrissyLittlePrincess: blake what the fuck

PrinceConsort: FINNIGAN TERRENCE BLAKE ISTG

DamselInDistress: BEAT THAT PUTO’S ASS BABY

CourtJester: dude what’s going on

PrinceConsort: Finn just straight up jumped the fucking weird ass ginger kid

PrinceConsort: the one who used to bully y’all 

CourtJester: WAIT BUZZ??? THE ONE HE WAS TERRIFIED OF

PrinceConsort: YEAH HE SAID SOMETHING AND THEM FINN JUST WENT BALLISTIC 

KingBitches: yall do realize he can’t see your texts right??

DamselInDistress: we’re gonna have to ask him wtf that ratty whore said Finn wouldn’t attack him for no reason 

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The hallways were alive with the usual chaos of a school day, laughter echoing off the walls as students hurried to their next classes. Finn was just trying to get to his locker when he caught a snippet of a conversation that made his blood boil.

“Look at them,” Buzz sneered, his friends snickering beside him. “What a fucking  joke. Little Traumatizrd Finney Blake and his faggot Hispanic boyfriend? Bet he’s just with him for the pity. $10 says Robin is illegal”

His stomach dropped, but apparently it wasn’t just Robin that Buzz was targeting. “And what about his bitch ass sister? I think the little twerp’s name is Gwen?” he continued, his voice dripping with disdain. “She thinks she’s some kind of tough girl, but she’s just a fucking wannabe. Look at her—what a loser. Not gonna lie though, I’d tap that ass. Bet she’d be easy to hold down and just take, what a little dicksucker.”

Every word out of Buzz’s mouth ignited a fire in Finn. It wasn’t just about Robin; it was about his sister too. The protective instincts surged within him, a fierce need to defend the people he loved. In that moment, all the anger he had bottled up since he found his mom, wrists freshly slit in her bathroom, came rushing back.

Without thinking, Finney moved. He didn’t wait for Buzz to finish. He swung in, fists clenched, his heart racing. Buzz didn’t even see him coming.

“Hey!” Finney shouted, adrenaline surging as he lunged at Buzz, landing a punch squarely in his jaw. The impact sent Buzz stumbling back, shock registering on his face before he regained his balance.

“What the hell, Blake?!” Buzz spat, rubbing his jaw. “You think you can just fucking jump me?”

Finney didn’t respond with words. He didn’t need to. Instead, he swung again, landing another punch that made Buzz stagger.

The hallway erupted into chaos as students stopped to watch the fight. Finney’s friends were nowhere to be seen. But Finney didn’t care. He was focused solely on shutting Buzz up.

“You don’t get to talk about them,” Finn growled, throwing another punch. “You don’t get to say anything about my boyfriend or my sister. You’re nothing.”

Buzz attempted to fight back, throwing weak punches that barely landed. Finn dodged them easily, fueled by his anger and the memory of every time someone had belittled Robin or Gwen.

Finally, with one last hit that sent Buzz crashing to the ground, Finn stood over him, breathing heavily. The crowd around them was silent, shock on their faces. Finn could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the adrenaline still pumping through him.

He turned and walked away, ignoring the stunned looks of his classmates, but as he made his way to the bathroom, anxiety began to creep in. The hallway felt more oppressive now, the silence echoing in his ears. The adrenaline rush was fading, replaced by a knot in his stomach.

He pushed through the bathroom door, the noise of the hallway fading behind him. He moved to the sink and turned on the water, splashing some on his face. But as he looked at himself in the mirror, the reality of what had just happened hit him.

His hands shook as he scrubbed away the blood, adrenaline still coursing through him. He was proud of standing up for Robin and Gwen, but all the attention from the fight was overwhelming. He felt like the eyes of the whole school were on him, waiting for him to mess up, to be that kid who got into fights for no reason. The kid who took his aggression about his shitty life out on others unfairly.

“Hey!” A voice broke through his focus. He glanced up to see Robin standing in the doorway, a mix of concern and pride on his face. “I saw the whole thing, baby.”

“Yeah, sorry you had to see that,” Finn said, his voice slightly muffled by the sound of running water. He forced a smile, trying to shake off the anxiety creeping up his spine.

Robin stepped closer, a proud smile creeping onto his face. “You didn’t have to do that for me, but damn, honey… you really took it to him.”

Finney shrugged, the anxiety still clawing at him. “I just reacted. He was saying some messed-up stuff about you and Gwen, and I wasn’t going to let that slide.”

Robin’s expression softened, pride shining through. “And you didn’t hold back. That was badass.”

Finney smirked, but it felt forced. “What can I say? I don’t take kindly to people disrespecting the ones I care about.”

As he went back to washing his hands, he scrubbed harder, the remnants of the fight still clinging to him. But Robin’s concern crept back in, and he moved forward, grabbing Finney’s wrists to stop him. “You’re going to damage your skin if you keep scrubbing like that!”

Finney looked down, realizing he was making his hands raw. “I didn’t want him thinking he could say whatever he wanted.”

“You showed him, though,” Robin replied, releasing him but still holding his gaze. “You stood up for what’s right, and I’m really proud of you for that.”

Before Finney could respond, the bathroom door swung open, and in walked Bruce, Billy, Vance, Griffin, Gwen, and Amy, all looking concerned.

“Finn! Are you okay?” Bruce asked, stepping closer, his protective nature shining through.

Billy scanned Finney from head to toe, a glint of respect in his eyes. “What happened out there? We heard yelling and these dumbasses texted me and drug me out of class.”

Gwen stood beside Amy, her brow furrowed with worry. “Yeah, we saw people gathering and whispers that I could only pick you up your name. What’s going on?”

Finney leaned back against the sink, casual and unfazed on the outside. But inside, he felt like he was shrinking under their gaze, anxious and uncomfortable. “Just had a little run-in with Buzz. You know how it goes.”

Vance raised an eyebrow, trying to read him. “You? Not holding back?”

“Not even a little,” Finney replied, forcing a grin that felt more like a grimace. “I heard him talking trash about Robin and Gwen, and I couldn’t let that slide.”

“Damn, bro,” Griffin said, impressed. “ I saw him on my way in. You fucked him up good. Good job.”

“Thanks,” Finney said, his heart racing with both pride and anxiety. “After all these years, that little cocksucker had it coming. ”

Bruce stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting into deeper trouble because of this.” 

Finney shrugged, the thrill of the fight still sparking in his veins, but the anxiety gnawed at him. “I can handle it, Bruce. I’ve dealt with worse.”

Amy, standing beside Gwen, crossed her arms, her protective instincts kicking in. In that moment to Finney, she looked just like her older brother. The sibling resemblance was uncanny. “Just be careful, Finn. I don’t want you getting hurt over that idiot.”

“Yeah, you’re my brother. I’ve got your back, but he’s not worth it” Gwen chimed in, giving Finney a reassuring smile. But Finn could see something was wrong. Her face looked pinched, a lot like his when he stressed out too much. 

Robin squeezed Finney’s hand, grounding him. “And you’ve got all of us behind you. I’m proud of you for standing up for us.”

As the group stood in the small bathroom, the earlier chaos felt like a distant memory. 

But standing there, under the weight of their attention, he could feel the anxiety creeping back in, a familiar tightening in his chest. He didn’t want to be the center of it all.

“Let’s get back out there,” Finney said, trying to shake off the feeling.

But just as they were about to leave, their phones buzzed. Bruce pulled out his phone, brows furrowing as he scrolled through his notifications. “Uh, guys…”

“What is it?” Gwen asked, her tone shifting to worry.

Bruce’s expression turned serious. “There’s nothing on social media about the fight. Like no videos of it. But everyone’s talking about it.”

“Talking about what?” Vance asked, his brow knitting together.

“About how Finney quote ‘royally fucked up Buzz’. They’re saying after you walked away Buzz started crying.” Bruce replied, his tone filled with disbelief. After all the years of watching Buzz pick on Billy and Finn (the only reason he wasn’t picked was he was rich), he couldn’t believe Finn had finally snapped.

“Seriously?” Finney chuckled, but it felt nervous, pride swelling in his chest despite the anxiety. “Guess I made an impression.”

Robin smiled, shaking his head. “You always do Mi Vida.”

“Let’s just make sure it doesn’t get out of hand,” Billy added, looking around at the group. “We don’t need more drama. Have they tagged Sad Summer yet?”

Bruce scrolled for a second, before replying. “Yeah they did. But it looks like it’s gonna be good free publicity.  People are saying they’re gonna start listening to us because of ‘the badass lead singer.’ Kind of want to tell them he’s a fucking dork.”

“Yeah, well, Brucey Poo, it’s not my fault. I am just so totally amazing and astounding and jaw-dropping.” Finney said confidently, though his stomach was churning.

His friends slowly disbursed, but Gwen didn’t leave. She whispered something to Amy and Amy walked out. Finn figured she wanted it to be a private conversation so he turned to Robin and asked him to leave for a second, telling him he'd be following him shortly. After they were finally alone, he asked. “ Hey, what’s up?” 

“ I think you should go back to therapy.” she said, looking around, like she didn’t wanna hurt his feelings.

“What? Why would you say that? Do you think I have issues or something?” he said, chuckling.

“Bro, cut the crap. You and I both know what I mean. You can lie to everyone else, Robin, Vance, Griffin, maybe even Bruce and Billy. But you can’t lie to me. Your cuticles are picked open, bleeding again, you’re biting your fingernails. Your hair looks incredibly fluffy like it always does when you run your fingers through it repeatedly. And you just jumped a guy for shit talking Robin and me. I think it’s back. And I know you don’t want it to be and I know you want to believe you’re OK. But I love you and you are my brother and my protector and I need you to be in tiptop shape.”

Finn pulled her into a hug, sensing she was near tears. “ I’m OK. I just. I lost my temper for a second and I’m sorry you had to see that. I have to run to my next class, and you should get going too, but we can talk tomorrow when I get home tonight.” She nodded, knowing that if her brother said they would talk later, they would talk later. No matter what he always kept his promises to her. He always answered when she needed him. 

Once Gwen walked out of the room, and Finn was sure the door closed, he breathed a sigh out. It wasn't in relief, but it also wasn’t in pain. He was tired, it had been a long life. He splashed water on his face, and grabbed his stuff to get to his next class. 

As he walked into the crowded hallway, the eyes of the school seemed to zero in on him, and the anxiety flared back up. Just breathe, Finn he thought to himself, forcing his shoulders back. You’ve got this.

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Y’all want another chapter? I had no real engagement on the last few chapters, but if Yallre still reading, I’ll still write