#ianfm

[shrieks]

closed for @ianfm​ featuring kit and ian at the darling apartment complex.

               ian is a nice kind of friend to have. the two of them don’t see each other as often as they might see their other friends - not that kit has an abundance of those - but that only makes it all the more nice when they finally do get together once again. kit is somewhat embarrassed to admit just how long it has been since the two have caught up; his parents raised him better than to be so impolite, though as he frets over the fact he’s also soothed by knowing that it’s the fault of no one’s. both ian and himself have been busy with their lives, busy developing, changing and growing. kit doesn’t know just how much ian’s life has changed since they saw each other as of late, but he has a feeling that things must be looking up for his ex-coworkers as dolly’s face read utter excitement when he told her that ian would be coming around.

               the knock on the door has come sooner than he’s expecting it, though he still answers it with a smile. “hi ian.” he greets him. he steps aside so that the other man can make his way inside promptly; the hallways through the darling complex are nice and all, but they’re not somewhere kit cares to linger. “come in, come in.” he ushers him gently, closing the door behind them both. “sorry for the mess, i thought i’d have time to get it all done before you were here.” he admits, making sure to blame himself over the innocent ian - though kit is quite innocent, too, as the ‘mess’ he speaks of is a few piles of his and valentine’s clean yet unfolded laundry in a basket next to the couch and his selection of video tapes messily around the television rather than stacked neatly. “would you like a drink? oh, or some cake? dolly dropped one off this morning, i told her you’d be by. she’s at hers with topher right now.”

[shrieks]

closed for @highfears, @ianfm and @urdamage​ featuring donnie, finn, ian and bo at donnie and finn’s apartment.

               donnie can’t remember the last time he had such a nice night, though sadly he’s able to be confident in knowing that it’s now nearing the one year mark since the last time he was able to enjoy himself as much as he has tonight. everything has been so different since that very first attack that took place here in shrike heights, and donnie has been one of the unlucky residents who have been very closely and personally affected since the start, with his friend and coworker otis being killed in the first attack, and then his best man bo almost meeting the same fate in the next that took place so soon after. every resident of the small town has been negatively impacted by the attacks, but for donnie it’s always felt scarily close and extremely intense. since then, things have only gotten harder, more painful, much scarier and overall worse in every way imaginable. but not tonight, no, tonight has been good. 

               he sits on one of the two couches in his living room and he laughs at something finn is joking about from his seated position so close next to him that he’s practically in his lap already. he looks to the couch opposite him and his partner and his eyes that sparkle with amusement scan over both ian’s and bo’s figures. he’s so lucky to have them both here, so lucky that they’ve both survived the nasty ordeals they’ve been forced to suffer through, and though he doesn’t try at all to kill the happy buzz that they’ve been sitting in all night by speaking up and voicing these thoughts, he feels so lucky that he’s been able to be present for a night with bo and ian - and finn too of course - that’s just nice, and so like old times. it’s no secret amongst the group that donnie has a side of him that’s quieter, broodier, more troubled and fond of overthinking; but this night it too special for him to ruin by taking away from the likeness of old times by thinking exclusively of the hard times that have surrounded tonight.

               he squeezes finn’s waist and he takes a sip of his beer before he decides on the first thing that comes to mind to speak of as a rare lull in conversation occurs. “do you guys remember when we moved into this place? and we invited you guys over for dinner and you two -” he gestures to finn next to him and then bo across from him - “got up on the brand new coffee table and you ended up breaking it.” he recalls the memory fondly - though the two of them falling to the ground hadn’t been so funny at the time -, a smile on his face as he thinks back to the night that had started out much like tonight. “did we ever tell you how i had to pull splinters out of finn’s ass after you guys went to bed? i kept trying to get finn to be quiet so we wouldn’t disturb you if you were trying to sleep, but really i was just trying to listen out to see if you were doing the same for bo down the hall.” he laughs, addressing ian there in the end. he doesn’t imagine their night will be as rowdy as it had been then, but donnie doesn’t need the rowdiness to enjoy the time they were spending as friends, friends who were acting as if nothing bad in the world had ever happened to them outside the safety of this apartment.

[shrieks]

closed for @ianfm​ featuring lou and ian at lou’s place.

               once a bustling home that was mostly occupied by everyone other than it’s owner, lou’s aunt’s home hasn’t seen entertainment in quite some time. it’s not shocking to lou, that their friends have wanted to stick to the comfort of their own homes, especially those who have been injured, those who have faced death but miraculously come out alive. they’re sure if they were in the position of someone like that guy jupiter who charlie works with, or more scarily and intensely like one of their own good friends ian, they wouldn’t be in any rush to head out and make an appearance at all of the - few - social gatherings happening in shrike heights right now. they’re lucky to be able to say that they haven’t been attacked when so many of their friends have had run ins with the killers, and even while that has them more confident to walk around and more comfortable even in the mall than most others, it hasn’t made them act inappropriately by trying to hold social gatherings and get together. so to put it plainly, the house has been quiet indeed. 

               they’re missing the way things used to be, but luck strikes again when they suddenly hear the sound of the doorbell singing its tune throughout the large home. “i’ll-” they go to speak to their brother to tell him that they’ll get the door before they remember that he’s not even home. lou laughs. “fucking idiot.” they murmur to themself affectionately as they skip every second step going down the stairs. they throw the copy of gravity’s rainbow that they had been reading down on the table their aunt has pointlessly decorated the side wall of the entrance with before they twist the door handle and finally expose their visitor. “vogt!” they’re enthusiastic - quite honestly shocked and very happy to see him out and about - but their voice doesn’t reach the loud levels it normally would have if ian had arrived at their doorstep before these crimes had changed everything. “what’s going on homeboy?” they mimic a greeting they heard at the mall earlier in the day, but the second the name leaves their lips they scrunch their face up in disapproval. “maybe the term homeboy works best said to a teenage boy by another teenage boy.” they laugh. “but for real, what’s going on man? come in, come in.” 

[shrieks]

📞😟 - (Kit)

kit can’t handle doing much outside of spending time in his apartment with a couple of choice friends, but there are a few select activities that he does muster up all of his energy to go and do. visiting ian has been one of those activities, no matter how difficult it is, but today’s trip hasn’t gone quite to plan. having not spoken to anyone about his plans to visit his friend and co-worker, kit arrives at the hospital to find ian has been brought home. with worry and slight panic in his tone, kit calls his home number immediately from one of the hospital payphones.

“ian! hey, it’s kit! i was going to come and visit you here - at the hospital - but they’ve just told me you’ve gone home. i uhh, i hope everything went alright there, i hope you’re okay, i hope… hope the trip was easy and that you’re settling in. i know i… i know i probably should have waited and given you a bit of space maybe… sorry… i just- i worry, i’m worrying a little not seeing you like i expected to- which is obviously no fault of yours and i’m extremely glad to here you can return to your space once again… maybe get bo to call me at home a bit later if you’re not feeling up to it, yeah? just so… just so i know you’re doing alright. thanks ian, hopefully see you soon.”

[shrieks]

📞😔- (Joshua)

joshua knows that if he doesn’t initiate conversation with ian then the pair won’t speak for what could be a very long time considering ian’s condition. the two are introverted enough to struggle with communication even outside of when injured, but those injuries of ian’s are exactly why joshua braves a phone call. his sorrow is clear in the tone of voice heard in the message.

“ian, hey, josh here… no pressure or anything to get back to me, i just wanted to call… let you know that i’m thinking of you… if you need anything, or if bo needs a hand in getting anything for you… let me know. but yeah… really just wanted to take the time to let you know that i’m thinking of you and sending support. alright, talk another time man, see you.”

[screamy-tracks]

--closed starter @ianfm​ {for ian vogt}

Jesse wasn’t exactly a frequent face in late risers like some people he knew. In fact, he was pretty sure he knew too many people that spent more of their paycheck there than they probably should. Still, he wasn’t exactly going to deny himself some good fucking food that wasn’t McDonald’s whenever he was really feeling up to it.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t a last minute decision though. He let out a little huff as he settled down at an open seat at the counter and shrugged his coat off. He tried and failed to fight off a yawn as he raised a hand to greet Ian. “Please tell me 8pm isn’t too late for breakfast. I mean I know this place is 24 hours and all but that doesn’t make me a total heathen right?” Like eating breakfast at an unacceptable time would push him over the edge from nuisance into a total  delinquent. “Because my stomach is in desperate need of some of that breakfast hash, dude.”