Jul 11
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I said I’d write something for Better Men Than The One Before Us and post it on tumblr tonight and I am here to deliver 😄
This is what was going on with Wolffe while him and Fox waited for Cody to get home, something @girloffourhouses mentioned wanting to see after chapter 2 of Older. It’s a little look into what happened, not everything, but boy oh boy. I simply couldn’t resist writing something for it. Also tagging @captaineyayah bc you liked the post earlier asking about this 😊
Prepare for the angst 🩶
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All Wolffe could do was pace, phone pressed to his ear as it rang. Soon he'd burn a hole in the living room floor. All of his brothers were supposed to be home when he got in. Safe inside the house, having dinner, getting ready for bed. Instead Cody was out 'studying'. If he was really doing that then why wasn't he answering his phone?
It went to voicemail again. Wolffe sighed, pausing as it beeped to let him leave a message.
“Kid, I need you to pick up. You haven’t answered in hours, it’s not… Just call me back.”
Wolffe hung up. This was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. Stand in the living room and hope that any minute Cody would call. Or, better yet, come home.
A car passed by the front of the house but, as much as Wolffe wanted it to be Cody the car just drove by. Sighing, Wolffe ran a hand down his face. Motor oil covered his hands, smudging over his cheeks. Changing his clothes was last on his priorities list. Not until he knew where his brother was.
Soft footfalls on the landing announced Fox's arrival. A deep frown pulled at his lips, bags deep and dark under his eyes. Rex kept fussing. Going to bed without Cody in the room was proving to be nearly impossible. His patience had worn too thin to handle it so Fox had been upstairs for the past half hour, trying to win a fight he simply wasn't. They all had the same stubbornness, hard headed down to their bones. It hadn't skipped their youngest brother, even if sometimes they wish it had.
He was staring at his phone, biting his thumbnail, body rocking from one foot to the other. Restless. Something was up. He knew that when he got home. Fox was never very good at keeping things from him. He told Wolffe everything from the moment he could speak. Even if it was embarrassing or upsetting or uncomfortable. No matter what it was, Fox told him. So there was something he didn't feel good about. What that was exactly was still a mystery.
It grew closer to 9:30 and still no Cody. Not even a text to tell them he was alive. Fell asleep watching a movie with Lii or was 'too excited about statistics' and couldn’t step away. Nerd. The longer this went on the more nervous Fox got. He'd been nervous the whole time, actually. Making excuses to be in another room. Offering to put Rex to bed. He hadn't once looked away from his phone. It was unlike him. Wolffe was starting to suspect that Fox knew more than he was letting on.
He waited for Fox to notice him staring, eyes flicking up from the screen to meet Wolffe's own. Guilt flashed in those dark brown eyes, giving him away in a second. If there was one thing he could count on it was their eyes always giving them away.
"Tell me the truth. Now." Wolffe demanded. He was done asking questions. Someone was going to actually answer him and tell him what the fuck was going on or he was going to implode.
Fox deflated, biting his lip in a way that looked painful. He looked at the phone screen again but let it go dark so it wasn't staring him right in the face. "I don't know where he is." Fox took a breath that shook. Fuck. Trying to compose himself was like pulling teeth. Wolffe ran his fingers through his hair, gripping the strands in frustration. Those sneaky bastards. For what it was worth Fox's voice fell into an apologetic tone as quickly as he could manage. "He swore he'd be back before eight."
Like that makes it better- Wolffe bit his tongue and counted to ten. The silence was deafening. Regardless, he let himself calm down before he spoke next.
"What was the plan? He gets back before I get home and you both just pretend he was here the whole time." The low tone, slow and disappointed, was enough to make a grimace form on Fox's face. Wolffe folded his arms over his chest. "Have you completely lost your mind?"
This was new. he'd always been the one to help his brother get away with shit. Hide it from their father. Their father was the one they needed to hide shit from. Not him! How could they do this? Why were they doing this? Had he really fallen that far out of favor with Cody that he had to do something as stupid and reckless as this?
"I didn't think it would be a big deal." Fox rubbed the back of his neck, eyes wide and glossy.
"No! You didn't think I'd ever find out." He accused.
"Wolffe, I-"
"It is bad enough that he's sneaking out, lying to me, but you… I never expected you to lie to me." Hurt carried in his voice. That feeling surprised him more than anything, eyes burning for no good reason. It hurt Fox's feelings too by the look on his face.
Crying from upstairs forced both of them to quiet. Irritation swelled under Wolffe's skin and he had to press his fists into his eyes to keep from outwardly groaning. Instead of going straight up like he usually would he turned away and walked towards the kitchen. He'd been following everyone around and trying to keep them all on the right path since he started taking care of them. Healthy, happy, safe. None of them were making it easy on him.
He didn't have it in him tonight to worry about two kids. One missing fifteen year old was enough.
He didn't have to. Fox climbed the stairs without even asking or looking back. He was good like that. Even when he fucked up.
Wolffe sat down at the kitchen table with a huff. When he first became an older brother he never pictured it like this. Up after a grueling day of work worrying that one of his brothers was off who knows where with god knows who. Hurt or in trouble. And he wasn't there. He wasn't there to protect him or fix it. Just stuck waiting. Hoping he came home soon.
He let his head fall into his hands.
For so long being an older brother was easy. They had good days and normal fights and he protected them like he was always told he was supposed to. Becoming their guardian changed things. While he didn't regret it, he did wish someone had warned him beforehand. Maybe he'd be more prepared for this.
The burning in his eyes didn't go away. It only grew worse. He refused to cry, though. If any of his brothers saw him cry they'd think the world was ending and they'd need him to reassure them and he just couldn't handle it. Not tonight.
Not while imagining all the horrible things that could happen to his tough, precocious, hard headed little brother. In so many ways he was growing up too fast. So fast Wolffe hadn't even had time to realize it before he was already fifteen and worried about school dances and what college he wanted to go to and dating.
And yet all Wolffe could see when he looked at Cody was his kid brother. Small and excitable and fearless in ways that hadn't quite scared him yet. What happened to the kid that could sit on his shoulders at carnivals? The kid that was too short to ride the same ones him and Fox could go on. When had he gotten so much older?
One last time Wolffe pulled out his phone. His thumb dialed Cody’s number again, pressing the phone to his ear to hear the dull, annoying ringing. Please pick up. Pick up the phone. Just like earlier the call went to voicemail, automated voice telling him to leave a message at the sound of the beep.
The tone rang in his ear and Wolffe cleared his throat.
“Cody, I… I’m giving it twenty more minutes then I’m looking for you.” His hand gripped the phone as tight as he could manage. “I just want to know that you’re safe. That’s all.”
His throat constricted too much to keep going so he hung up and let the phone sit face up on the table.
The feeling in his chest grew from hurt to agony. Cody was alright. He had to be alright. There was still time. He knew he was supposed to be home soon, he was just running late. That’s all. He’d walk through that door right before curfew and be fine and all in one piece. It was fine. He spent all night worrying for nothing. Nothing at all.
Wolffe's watch beeped. It was 10pm.
Top 5 au tropes? :>
Okay! These aren’t in order lol
1. Mutual pining
2. childhood friends to lovers
3. coffeeshop aus
4. royalty aus
5. magic/supernatural elements
UHHHHHMM ¿¿¡¡HElLOOOOOOO??!!!!?!
Funky Fresh Father Jay I have been NAUGHTIII So earlier in sUpEr private confession, I lied. I used a gray Crayola marker and idk how it's still in one piece. *cue the why you always lying Vine.* (how are you going to rate this without giving context and for my sake don't give context) Also, last week I was horny, which is weird because I'm asexual and I was like wtf is this feeling I don't want a person I just want a serotonin rush and my body doesn't know how to handle hormones when I'm sad
Hmmmmmmmmmmm 7/10. I know who this is, I'm frankly concerned abt the marker situation, that cant be healthy, but overall not super unexpected. (Also why grey? Why not something more fun?)
♠, ♣, ☢, ✘
send ♠ for a drunk text
[text] so i like a few montagues ooh i'm ra big bad trdaitor[text] but wanting to kill one fo your own soldiers isn't also traitory?[text] i smell a hypocrite i smell sa rotten heart i smell oa bitch
send ♣ for a text not meant for you
[text] I like to think that you will wake up to these texts and feel like you were awake for all of this time, but I’m only just now realizing that you might wake up to a world where I am still hated by everyone in Verona and I don’t make you proud anymore. Or you are ashamed of me. Or I drag you through the mud simply because you are my father, as if you are to blame for who I am.[text] But I did this to myself, Papa. It isn’t your fault. It’s mine. Don’t let them make you forget that I might be foolish, but I was always my own person. My heart was always my own.[text] And I love you. I always love you, I love you first and most.
send ☢ for a desperate text
[text] Have I not done enough?[text] I have talked to you every day. I have told you all I can. I have listened and followed orders. I fought Pandora when she would not leave me alone. I have stayed away from the other Capulets, even, because I was afraid to bring them down with me. [text] When will it be enough? When I am dead? When my father wakes up? When will you set him free?[text] Please. How can I be loyal to the people who threaten the life of my only family with every move I make?
send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent
[text] I had dinner with your son tonight.[text] He’s charming. Polite. Beautiful, even. You must be proud.
"I don't think we belong together." (he 100% doesn't mean it omg why did i send this i haven't even hit 'ask' yet and im already regretting this)
@basiicphysics
one time, when harper was a little girl, she was playing where she shouldn’thave been on the ark. she had managed to climb onto a bookcase (she andmurphy were playing PIRATES, their favorite game. she was defending theship even though she knew he would always win) when she lost her footingand fell to the ground.
it wasn’t the fall that hurt. it was the wind leaving her lungs, leaving herINCAPABLE of breathing for what felt like an eternity afterwards. shestruggled to find air, hands clasping around her own throat as if shecould somehow dislodge the invisible hand that seemed to be chokingher.
she was doing that now.
fingers absentmindedly smoothed along her neck, that childhood instinctflooding back to her the moment those words reached her ears. harperimagined monty saying a lot of things to her. that sentence was not one ofthem. but what could she have expected? it’s been FIVE YEARS since theysaw each other last. five years changed everyone, especially her. but thatdidn’t make this hurt less. that didn’t make it easier for her to breathe.
“is it because of jasper?” the blonde finally asked once her brain decided torestart herself. she wasn’t looking at him anymore, eyes fixated on the floorbecause she knew that tears were already in her eyes. and if he was goingto leave her, WILLINGLY this time, like hell she would let him see her cry. “iunderstand. i get it.” she could feel herself emotionally shutting down. harper’sgotten good at that over the years.
“that’s fine. i lived without you. took care of himwithout you. if you want to go, you can go.”
i don’t mean it. please. stay. stop. think about this.
“i mean -- i guess it’s a good thing we didn’t tell himyet. or that would’ve really messed him up. thanks forletting me know before we got that far.”
don’t do this. please, this HURTS. don’t leave me again.
“well, my shift is starting soon. mindclosing the door on your way out?”
take it back. take me back. i love you. i still love you.
moira-the-piemaker replied to your post: today was my last day as a highschoole...
Speaking as someone who just finished their first year of college: It is HELLZ better than high school. Like, it’s still stressful, but it’s waaaaaay better. No one gives a shit about what you do or how you act. Also, CONGRATULATIONS!!
the stress is whats bothering me and i literally procrastinate on everything
but if its hella better theN COUNT ME IN