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WRITER'S ENDING LETTERS!

Hey, so, uhm, got inspired by many lovely people here and there, specifically a user here who got me into this Finn Wolfhard au thingy! I really hope I'll keep this motivation up, especially since I'm about to graduate Senior High School💖

Wish me luck! For now, you can listen to the playlist I made for this fanfic :33

dividers are from @/cursed-carmine and @/rmstitanics

"You have a boyfriend?!"

"What's his name?!"

"Do you have pictures?!"

And this is why you don't like sharing some parts of your life with your family. Everything turns into an interrogation and overwhelming.

You step back, putting some space between you and your cousins, "So, it's just a few months, but, yeah. It's still fairly new, which is why I didn't really say anything."

"What's his name?" Jayla, Jenesis' older sister, asks.

You didn't even really think about it and you blurt out the first name that comes to mind, "Joaquin."

"Your friend, Joaquin? You've posted pics of him a few times, right?"

You slowly nod, "Yeah. That Joaquin."

Jenesis squeals, "Ay! Cute naman! Friends to lovers trope! I can't wait to see him at the wedding! Congrats, ate! I'm so happy for you!" Your cousin wraps her arms around you in a tight hug, making you breathless....or maybe it was the anxiety that was filling your body...

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Joaquin sits with one of his Air Force buddies, Aaron, at the bar. The poor guy has been stressed about wedding planning, so Joaquin offered to take him out for a drink.

So here they sit, at a sports bar drinking beers and mindlessly watching the Dodgers play the Padres on the tv.

"I feel so helpless. Angela and her mom are working so hard and I've barely been able to help because I'm prepping for deployment. She's already been so accommodating and understanding about moving the wedding up. But...fuck man, I feel bad!"

Joaquin claps his friend on the shoulder, "Hey, at the end of the day, you two love each other, and that's what really matters. You're doing your best to still help her out even with everything else going on. That's good. You're doing the best you can."

Aaron nods and takes a swig of his beer, "What about you, man? You're bringing a plus one to the wedding, right?"

Shit. Joaquin totally forgot about that. He checked off a plus one when he was still dating someone, but they broke things off. But the thought of going to a wedding alone felt...pathetic.

"Yeah, um, I'm bringing this girl I've been seeing. It's still new though, so-"

Aaron shakes his head, "It's all good. I'm sure she's great. What's her name?"

"Um, Y/N."

"Got a picture?"

"Oh, yeah," Joaquin pulls out his phone and taps on the first picture he sees in his camera roll. It's when you two met up for dinner and went to a local ice cream shop after. You got ice cream all over your face and you were pouting.

Aaron chuckles, "She's cute, man. I'm happy for you. You should bring her to the barbecue at the end of the month. At least she'll get used to some of our nonsense before the wedding."

"Thanks and, um, I'll see if she's free and let you know."

"Cool," Aaron swings his attention back onto the TV on the wall, now focused when Shohei Ohtani comes up to bat.

Unbeknownst to him, Joaquin is internally freaking out about bringing this up to you. Would you even be willing to be his pretend girlfriend? You two are just friends after all, but he'd say you're pretty good friends. There's also been a few times where you and he have gotten mistaken for being a couple. And that was without even trying. So maybe it could work out. He just needs to see if you'd be okay with it first...

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You invited Joaquin out for lunch the next day after your "boyfriend reveal" to Jenesis and her bridesmaids. Joaquin said he'd be late since he was coming back from a meeting with Sam. You didn't mind. You sat at the cafe you and Joaquin frequent, sipping on your drink of choice and munching on a sandwich while scrolling through your phone.

Joaquin shows up thirty minutes after the original meet up time, looking frazzled, "I'm so sorry for being late!"

You chuckle, setting your phone down, "You know I don't mind, Quin. You and Sam are doing some good things out there. I can't be upset with you for that."

He gives you a sheepish grin, "Still. I hate the idea of you waiting for me like this."

You shrug, "It's fine. But anyway, I wanted to ask you something and it's one hundred percent okay if you say no."

Joaquin settles into his chair more, curiosity written all over his face, "...okay? What is it?"

You take a deep breath and go for it, "Will you be my pretend boyfriend for my cousin's wedding?"

Joaquin takes a moment to stare at you, slowly processing what you just asked. After a minute of him thinking and you waiting in an anxious state, he snorts, "Yeah, I got you."

"Really?!" you look at him in surprise.

"Yeah, only if you do the same at my friend's wedding," he says with a nonchalant shrug.

It was your turn to snort, "Oh my God, seriously?!" you cackle, "Oh this is too good! How did this happen?"

Joaquin nods to you, "You first."

You sigh and lean back in your chair, "I'd put down a plus one on my invite because I wasn't sure if I'd be dating someone by the time the wedding came around. Obviously, I didn't, but my cousin kind of outed me, asking if I was still bringing a plus one. I said I'd be bringing my boyfriend, which I'm not even sure why I said that. I could've just said friend!"

You take a breath and continue, "But anyway, everyone started freaking out, asking questions. You were the first one that came to mind, so I said you and they got even more excited. They'd seen you in some of my posts and they were happy that our relationship is the 'friends to lovers trope'," you say with air quotes, "So that's basically it. The wedding is next week and it'd be really great if you'd come. However, if a mission comes up and you can't go anymore, I'm totally okay with that too. Perfectly fine, actually, since you won't be subjected to my family's chaos at the wedding."

You end your explanation with a breath and grab your drink to hydrate.

Joaquin is slowly nodding his head, "I mean, that's essentially the same boat I'm in. My friend, Aaron, asked if I was bringing a plus one, and, originally, I was, you know, when me and Gabby were still together. Obviously, we're not anymore, but going to a wedding alone seemed-"

"Sad? Pathetic? Loser-like?"

He scoffs, "Okay, don't need to be that extreme, but yeah. You were also the first person that came to mind. I showed Aaron a few pictures of us. He said he was happy for me. I just-I didn't wanna disappoint him."

You reach across the table and place your hand over Joaquin's, "We got this. We can do this. When's Aaron's wedding?"

"Next month, but in a few weeks there's going to be a barbecue that him and his fiancée, Michelle, are holding. He said I should invite you and I said I'd check if you're free."

You grab your phone and pull up the calendar app, checking if you had any plans, "The last weekend of the month?"

"Yep."

"I'm free."

"Great! Cool."

"Okay, so now, we need a game plan. Jenesis' wedding is next Thursday. Wednesday is the rehearsal dinner and I'm pretty sure they'll want me to bring you. So that means we don't have a lot of time to really plan out our story-"

"We can just stick to the whole friends to lovers thing though, right?" You stop talking and let Joaquin continue, "We met from when you were doing social media when Sam and I visited the children's hospital. You and I became friends because we shared the same humor and like the same things. The more we hung out and got to know one another, the more we realized we saw each other as more than just friends. Simple as that."

You nod along to his words, processing everything he laid out, "Yeah...yeah that's good. Honestly, it's better for things to be as close to the truth as possible so there won't be any slip ups. I also told my cousins that our relationship is still fairly new."

"I told Aaron the same."

"So if things are awkward at times, we can fall back on that. Cool. We got this."

Joaquin sticks his fist out, "I got your back."

"And I've got yours," you bump fists and both release the tension you were both holding.

it just so happens to be a mom-and-pop shop, full of far too many candy displays to pass fda approval, and complete with who could only be the disinterested daughter of said mom-and-pop working the register, jam hands knuckle deep in a full case of candy popped open right on her checkout counter.

rather than entertain a conversation with her, he lets his eyes scan the signage until he locks his gaze on ‘family planning.’

his head is still spinning. jam hands. jam hands. jam hands.

a warm laughter is the dramatic hook that yanks him off the stage of paranoia, and sakusa looks up from the box he’d been studying on his way to the registers, that was before he got lost in the jam, and there’s a kid a mere five inches away from his face, and hers is covered in jam.

sticky strawberry jam, smeared across tubby, rosy cheeks as she reaches sweet, pudgy hands up to reach for a candy tucked into a tree-like display beside them.

and sakusa can’t breathe, but not because of the jam hands.

the girl has thick, dark, curly hair. just like him. and her eyes are the same as yours, bright and warm like shining suns glowing over the oceans of all your emotions tucked away in a clever gleam.

she can't be more than eight years old but she's almost up to his hip. he remembers that stage, tall enough to brag about it but not tall enough to count for anything. still she's lithe, floating across the tiles to try and reach her favor-- a blue sucker that's all the way at the top of the display.

why is blue your favorite? he'd once asked you after you'd plucked yourself a similar prize from a similar place.

blue raspberry is the best flavor of anything, omi-ko. it just is. was your perfect response.

around the corner comes another little one, a boy, with hair a mess across his face that reminds him of your tornado of tresses every morning. his laugh is boisterous and contagious, not unlike yours.

he's taller than who sakusa assumes to be his sister. plucking a red sucker from the display comes with ease, and there's that joyful melody once more.

cherry's always my go to. that had been his follow up. it's the same every time.

after all, cherry was and always would be cherry. that was something he could control. he could control his choice, bet safe. and there was never a cherry flavor sakusa disagreed with.

he attempts to soften the sigh he lets out, but the children hear him as if the breath was a hailstorm. four eyes blink up at him. even as he grabs the blue sucker from the tree, he watches the smudge of jam contort as the little girl phases through expressions from fear to surprise. the change is more beautiful than he thought. he passes it down to her wordlessly and sets the pregnancy test on the counter.

he readjusts his mask as he hands the cashier his card and soon his attention settles back on the girl. sakusa doesn't hesitate to open the wrapper when she lifts it his way, and he crouches to give it back to her.

now eye level with the dreaded jam schmear, he does a much better job concealing his sigh when he asks her, "if there were such a thing as. . . blue raspberry jam, would you pick it?"

"do you. . have bwlue jam?" that is her follow up.

he tells her he's sorry that he doesn't. that he hopes not one, not two, but four free blue raspberry suckers plucked from the tree will make up for it. and he rightfully earn's jam's forgiveness.

sakusa kiyoomi can only control what he can control, and because he couldn't control himself, here he drives the semi-familiar route home to your shared apartment from the mom-and-pop pharmacy.

so sakusa sets out to control what he can control. he carries the test box hand over hand with you. you sit up on the bathroom counter, a good six feet away from the test, with your eyes squeezed tightly shut. he sits on the ledge of the tub and softly traces his fingers down your legs to soothe their restlessness.

sakusa sees a future flash before his eyes, a future full of jam hands. jam hands today, tomorrow. and the hands, and the jam, they're not just on a girl or a boy in a pharmacy. they're hands from your hands, and from his. hands the two of you made.

and maybe he can't control jam hands but he could certainly teach them--

“you were worried about jam hands, weren’t you, kiyoomi?” you ask when you hop off the counter to retrieve the results you left on the toilet seat.

hearing his name is the dramatic hook that yanks him off the stage of paranoia. paranoia however, had now become a hopeful daydream: that maybe jam hands were okay, would be okay, if they were yours and his.

"jam yesterday, and jam tomorrow—” you start, reciting the quote almost perfectly in a shrill voice, using the comedy to try and hide the disappointment on your face, disappointment you didn’t anticipate feeling.

because the test is negative.

“today isn't a jam day, omi-ko."

sakusa kiyoomi can only control what he can control. he’s always hated that about himself.

he rises from the tub and bounds over to you in two steps. the test falls right into the bin as he reaches for your hands.

he kisses you. you taste like blue raspberry.

Apolaki wanted to rule the world on his own while Mayari wanted equal rule. They fought relentlessly until Apolaki delivered a severe blow that struck Mayari’s eye. Realizing what he had done, he agreed to rule together with him watching over Earth with his two bright eyes, basking the world with its warm glow, while Mayari watched over with her one eye, soothing the earth in its cool and dim light.

They were able to see everything, all the wonders and destruction on earth, but could not interfere with the affairs of humans. When outerforces began to wreak havoc on the world they loved, they decided to each choose a champion, an avatar, to wield their power and help them protect their world.

When you got older, you thought of them only as stories. Fantastical stories that made you believe that you were special, that your lineage was a part of something big. It was a nice thought to have when you were a little kid being picked on at school, and a little fantasy to entertain yourself as you grew older. As the world grew stranger, more dangerous, where any moment, your city and the people you love could be snapped away, you started to wonder about those stories.

It was either luck or serendipity that brought you to meet Steven Grant at the National Art Gallery. Someone who knew more than he led on, chasing after you before you could leave. Well, technically, it was Marc Spector that chased after you. Still, it brought you a series of answers and new questions. 

Steven and Marc were part of a system, different personalities that shared the same body. There was a third one, Jake Lockley, that they’ve been trying to talk to, but he doesn’t always answer. They served under Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon, as his avatar, a vigilante that punished evildoers. They went back and forth, telling their story until they reached the main reason why they wanted to talk to you.

On one of Jake’s missions for Khonshu, he had caught wind of a collector looking for artifacts that served as symbols for the gods with the potential to not only summon the power of that god, but also summon the god themselves. Others who already have their own avatars or those who already distance themselves from the mortals had so far hesitated to take action. Ever since there had been a new wielder of the Necrosword, they had been laying low, even when the threat had seemingly vanished.

“What does this have to do with me?” you asked, leaning back in a rickety wooden chair next to one of Steven’s crowded desks.

“One of those items that the collector sought after are two Arnis bamboo sticks,” Steven explained, swinging a fist out for emphasis as if he was hitting something with a stick. “It’s Mayari’s and Apolaki’s symbol, you see.”

“But what makes it visibly distinguishable from the other hundreds of Arnis sticks out there?”

Steven blinked, frowning as he tried to rifle through his mental library of what he knew of the subject. His expertise was egyptology, so there wasn’t much he could think of. He pivoted around to face his wide fish tank, speaking under his breath while occasionally looking over his shoulder at you. Then, his back straightened, his head leveled, as he strode over to you.

“There should be some type of carvings on them. Steven says that it’s most likely made out of different material all together, what with how stories get passed down,” Marc said, “Do you remember what it looked like or have any pictures of it?”

You shook your head, raking through your memories if your mom or your grandma saved some old family photos. “It had gone missing about three or four generations ago. I can’t remember… I can’t remember if it was lost during their travels or if it was stolen or… I don’t know, but I don’t think I’ve seen it before,” you said, feeling useless.

Marc sighed, but nodded in understanding, laying a firm reassuring hand on yours. It grounded you, stopping you from freaking out from feeling way out of your depth. The stories you were told as a child were real and the man standing in front of you is living proof of that, albeit being an avatar of a god from a different pantheon than your ancestor was serving.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

“We can start by doing more research,” Steven added enthusiastically, “Look through your family history and see what we can find. We could potentially figure out where Apolaki’s symbol had gone while we’re at it.”

“Khonshu Is also a moon god, right? Can gods from other pantheons contact each other?” you asked.

Steven shrugged, turning to the tank again. After a beat of silence, he said, “We’ll see if that boney bird can try.” He noticed the worry in your brow and smiled. “What are the chances of us meeting each other? Both of us associated with a moon god at that. That’s bloody mental.”

You smiled back, his optimism oozing out of him and reassuring you. You haven’t spent much time with him and Marc, but after a few hours of speaking to them, it was clear who was fronting and not just because of the accent. It was noticeable from the moment you left Steven at the Gallery’s gift shop and when Marc chased after you. They were different, yet they complimented each other well. You had yet to meet Jake, but from their expressions when they spoke of him, he wasn’t as cooperative as they were with each other.

You looked over at the clock on his nightstand and sighed. “I should get going, then,” you said, gathering your things. “I’ll see what I can find from my family and where we can go from there.”

There was a drop in Steven’s mood, but he nodded along. “Oh, right, right. Can’t hold you here forever, can I? Silly me, I haven’t realized the time. Are you okay going home by yourself? I mean, do you need –”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, your hand instinctively reaching out to squeeze his arm. He smiled and nodded again. “I’ll call you when I find something or something comes up.”

“Okay. Take care,” he said, trailing after you to the door.

You waved awkwardly, not wanting to leave, but you knew it was getting late. One your way to the elevator, you kept looking over your shoulder, seeing Steven watching and giving you a small wave whenever you looked. You giggle to yourself, smiling even when the doors to the elevator closed.

“What was that?” Marc teased through the mirror.

“Oi, You’re one to talk. Don’t think I haven’t caught you holding their hand, mate,” Steven countered.