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Love In Broken Shards

Chapter 2,

*Also on Ao3 and Wattpad*

(Y/N) arrives home in Derry after 4 long years away, and her bleach blond neighbour comes to say hey to the new girl who moved into the old (Y/L/N) house, only he never saw a for sale sign?

Collapsing onto the sofa in her lounge (Y/N) let out a huge sigh and contemplated just going to sleep right there and then, but she still needed to redecorate her room since it was still the same kiddy aesthetic from before her move. This is because her mom and dad never sold their home in Derry, instead it just sat there empty with a cleaner coming around every once in a while to make sure the house didn’t end up like that run-down one on Neibolt Street. God, that house always gave (Y/N) the shivers whenever she and the boys passed it on their bikes - her boys…

She wondered if they were any different than how she left them four years ago, obviously they would be different, she thought to herself looking in the hallway mirror as she made her way upstairs. (Y/N) had changed for the better, she had had her braces taken off and she changed out her glasses for contacts and now knew how to put on foundation, concealer, blush, bronzer- well the list could go on. The most noticeable changes to (Y/N) would have to be her body and style though, when she left Derry (Y/N) had only just started going through puberty so now as she stood inspecting herself in the mirror she smirked at how hot she had turned out. She brushed her hands over her round hips and thin waist looking at her tits in her hot pink top and giggled to herself remembering what one of her old friends Amy had told her…

“(Y/N), the most important rule of girlhood is this…” The girls giggled at (Y/N)’s wide curious eyes, the four older girls who took (Y/N) under their wing reminded her of her old friends in Derry a bit, she still spoke to them every so often over the phone but even then the calls were getting fewer and fewer. “The bigger your tits are, the more stuff you can get boys to do for you!” Amy whispered in (Y/N)’s direction, though she didn’t really need to as it was just Amy, Dotty, Tiffany, Mary and (Y/N) sat on Tiffany’s bedroom floor. Furrowing her eyebrows slightly (Y/N)’s gaze flickered over all the girls eyes pretending not to be confused but it didn’t take a rocket-scientist to tell the girls (Y/N) didn’t know what tits were, sure the boys used to talk about how Greta Bowie was the first girl in their grade to get tits but even then she just nodded along. Sighing Dotty grabbed her boobs in each hand and gave them a squeeze and a jiggle and laughed when (Y/N)’s cheeks burned red.

“Ohh… those. But why- how do I make them do stuff for me?” The younger girl asked.

Getting up and kneeling in front of her bag Mary unzipped it and pulled out a piece of pink fabric, and threw it over to (Y/N) smiling, holding it up in front of her, her face grew even more red. The hot pink fabric was a t-shirt - barely - with white spaghetti thin straps that crossed at the back, the bottom of the shirt was short at the back and wrapped around to the front where it became longer and pointed. It was the sluttiest thing (Y/N) had ever seen before (having lived in the very conservative Derry, Maine her whole life), and she loved it. Looking up at the girls smiling at her with those motherly sweet smiles Mary spoke up at last.

“Keep it, pretty sure my tits have outgrown it anyway!” And she did.

Adjusting the cute top on her body, pulling it tightly around her chest and straightening out the denim skirt that had been rumpled from the drive over from the airport. (Y/N) smiled sadly, just because she was excited to see her old friends again, didn’t mean she didn’t miss the girls who helped her throughout the four most lonely years of (Y/N)’s life. Shaking the thoughts from her head she made her way upstairs to her bedroom, seeing the dark grungey vibe she had chosen for her room before she went away. With old band posters and stolen movie posters plastered on every available surface, bed covers shittily dyed black after she and Reggie had snuck the crisp white sheets into her parents dark wash, the old black and red rug with the skull face on it stared at her as if to say ‘Where have you been for so long?’. So with a heavy feeling in her chest, (Y/N) set out to redecorate her room exactly how it had been in LA at her Aunt Jenny’s place; the movers had been there a few days before (Y/N) and her Aunt to makes sure they had all of (Y/N)’s stuff and whatever else she would been for the time being. Her parents had called recently (for the first time in months might I add) and told Jenny that they wouldn’t be back when they promised they would and that they needed to stay an extra couple months in whatever country they were in now, this did not go down well with Jenny. (Y/N) knew Jenny loved her, probably more than her own mother did, so when she told (Y/N) she had fought long and hard with her sister over the phone for (Y/N) to move back to Derry on her own until her parents returned she knew it wasn’t because Jenny wanted her gone; but because she could see (Y/N) was getting more and more miserable after her four girlfriends had left for college last semester. Well it’s safe to say (Y/N) treated her Aunt to dinner that night.

First, she started with taking all of the old clothes she had left behind in her closet and stuffing them all into a trash bag to take to the thrift store that used to be in town, if it was still open. Next (Y/N) unpacked all of her new clothes she had curated over her years in away, pretty fabrics of white and pink fluttered on hangers on one side of her closet, low-rise denim of all varieties hung next to them while her cute coats and jackets were hung at the furthest end. Heels, boots and heeled-boots all lined the floor of her closet and (Y/N) smiled at her collection - Boy was she proud of it, everything in her closet cost her every dime she’d ever saved from her part time waitressing job near her old high school.

To say she missed high school would be a lie, but she missed her friends who were now across the country in different colleges having finished High School before (Y/N), as she was only just starting her senior year; in Derry High. Setting her thoughts aside (Y/N) realized she had been staring into her closet for a while like a weirdo, huffing a laugh at herself she moved to start peeling posters off her walls. After getting the majority of them free (Y/N) decided to keep some up like Nirvana, Radiohead, a Breakfast Club poster and her now favorite (that was her least back favorite then) a Jennifer's Body poster, God she loved that film now. Putting up some newer posters she had collected in different stores and malls (Y/N) could hear Jenny in the kitchen downstairs putting the groceries she’d just bought for (Y/N) away. Aunt Jenny was flying back to California tonight so she would be gone by the time (Y/N) woke up, god she’s going to miss her Aunt, Jenny had basically become her mother in the time they were away, but (Y/N) decided not to dwell on it too much and be thankful she was finally home.

After an hour or two (Y/N) was basically finished, her hot pink bedding lay beneath her with a leopard print blanket on top, there were a few posters up and some pictures - including multiple of her icon Paris Hilton. What, can you blame her? Paris Hilton is so cool. Her pink Juicy Couture tracksuit lay over the vanity chair, on it stood her makeup, skin care, perfume and other odd bits. Sighing constantly, the girl closed her eyes and smiled to herself finally relaxing after a long, long day. Until she heard her Aunt Jenny calling her,

“C'mon down princess! There’s someone who’s come to say hello!”

“Ughh, coming!” (Y/N) replied practically rolling out of bed. Yes it was only 1pm, but she had had a long day so it’s justified; passing her floor-length mirror (Y/N) smiled at her reflection, blowing a kiss at herself before her eyes caught the pictures she’d stuck on the edge of her mirror. Her boys… For months they’d exchanged photos back and forth, until she started to feel slightly self-conscious of how she was changing. 

“So (Y/N)...” Vic had hummed down the phone, the others giggling in anticipation, “What’s with the skirt? I mean, yeah we know you’re like- a girl and all, but it’s a bit weird right?”

“Yeah like what are you gonna start doing next… wearing fucking makeup?” Henry exclaimed, making the boys cackle at the idea - okay so they were a bit mean sometimes but (Y/N) was used to it, it still made her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she looked in the mirror at her first attempt of a face of makeup though. “God, don’t tell me you’re turning into fucking Greta Bowie just ‘cause you’re at a new school!” Reggie laughed. (Y/N) scoffed at them down the phone, “Fuck off! Jenny made me wear it for the photo… She fucking dropped it though and i’m not sure when i can get a new camara so.”

Jenny hadn’t dropped the camera that day, but shame clung to (Y/N)’s bones at her best friends’ words so she had lied to them - they continued sending her their own photos though. Reaching a finger out (Y/N) gently touched the last one they sent her, in Reggie's car (a bright blue Trans Am he got for his 16th birthday) Patrick and Vic we in the backseat grinning like devils while Henry sat in the passenger seat like the entitled brat he is, with Reggie driving. The photo was snapped through the sparkling clean windshield, (Y/N) thinks it was Vic’s mom taking the picture but it could’ve been anyone really. They all looked so happy, pointing to the middle seat in the back with an A4 sheet of paper taped to the headrest, the words ‘(Y/N)’s Seat’ in thick black pen marked it. It made her tear up when she brought it up over the phone that night.

Finally back from memory-lane, (Y/N) made her way downstairs, chunky white gogo boots thudding on the stairs as she rounded the corner into the kitchen, walking right into the chest of a tall boy. Gasping as she felt gravity do its thing, a warm hand snaked around her waist pulling her back into its owner's chest, (Y/N)’s hands flew out to steady herself feeling the taut muscles beneath her hands she stepped back quickly. Thinking about how she could play this to her advantage (Y/N) thought of everything her friends had ever taught her about men.

“Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed, suppressing a smirk while pressing her manicured fingers to cover her eyes, day 1 and she’s about to catch a fish.

“I’m just so tired, it’s such a long flight to Maine from Calif- Victor?!” (Y/N) shouted, shock and embarrassment coursing through her veins, her stomach dropped. Oh. My. God. Taking him in (Y/N) notices he had bleached his hair since their last photo was sent, he was tall - definitely taller than (Y/N) and Jenna - his arms were toned but still as pale as they had been when she’d left. Her gaze trailed down his pale arms to his long fingers still wrapped around her waist… Wait- WHAT? Her head snapped up to his face and saw his expression, (Y/N) thinks all 5 stages of grief pass by before he finally lets her go, arms dangling by his sides. Vics mouth hung open, adam's apple bobbing up and down, his piercing blue eyes burning holes into her body. He did not meet her eyes until he was finished drinking her clothes and body like a starved man, even then it seemed like a task to drag his eyes away from her.

“Wha- Sorry what did you say?” The blond boy said, almost whispering, brow raised as he tried to place where he could’ve possibly met this gorgeous girl before for her to know his name. “Do I… know you?” He finally decided on.

“Vic! It’s me, (Y/N)! Mom and dad finally let me come home!” (Y/N) grinned at him with perfectly straight white teeth, no braces in sight, but all Victor Criss could focus on was how hot his childhood best friend had grown up to be,

that and the tightening in his pants.

✰ Hope you enjoy!! ✰

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czbersta1ker · 5 months ago

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Love In Broken Shards

*Also on Ao3, same fic name and same account name*

'𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔴 (...), 𝔬𝔬𝔥, 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢.'

What happens if the only girl in a group of young deranged boys goes to visit her aunt for a few years? She grows up, hits puberty and starts dressing way better than before. So after four years, she's sent back home freshly 17, excited to see her friends again - and they're a little too excited to see her again..

Or,

When (Y/N) (Y/L/N) returns to Derry after four long years in LA with her favourite aunt, she's learnt how to do her makeup, how to dress like a model, how to flirt with hot guys and how to fuck them too... she just never thought those boys would be the four she's been friends with since she was 3... What do they say, best way to swim is to dive head first into the deep-end?

*Four Years Ago*

Moving to LA was the last thing (Y/N) wanted to do, at almost thirteen-years old she couldn’t fathom not living in Derry anymore as she had never really left the small town before. Her parents had buttered her up with a nice supper at the local diner and dropped the bomb on her mid-way through her chocolate cake dessert that she would be moving in with her mothers sister for a while because their office had been relocated abroad for the foreseeable future, don’t get her wrong (Y/N) loved her aunt Jenny, but this meant that she would have to move schools for who knows how long! And leave the only friends she’s ever made behind!

Her mother and father were lawyers you see, they woke up every morning next to each other, got ready and eat their breakfasts next to each other, saw (Y/N) off to school with those boys they thought so little of, got into their Mercedes-Benz next to each other, and worked all day in offices next to each other, only to come home and go back to sleep next to each other to start the cycle all over again the next day. It’s safe to say that (Y/N)’s parents loved each other very much, she just wished that sentiment extended to her too. So while her parents were off putting people in jail in England, (Y/N) was being shipped off to California. Total buzzkill, right? Well, really the only thing that sucked total ass was that she was leaving her only four friends behind in Derry, those four friends being The Bowers Gang; they weren’t that bad if you got to know them and (Y/N) had known them for about 10 years so as you can imagine… they’re close.

Now, three weeks had passed since her parents had told her she was leaving and (Y/N) was currently staring at her life packed into cardboard boxes being thrown into the back of the filthy moving van. “Hey! Watch it, there’s breakable shit in those assholes!” (Y/N) exclaimed at the large men dressed in light blue jumpsuits, hearing snickers to her right (Y/N) turned her head towards the group of boys sitting on the white porch next to her and raised an eyebrow. Those boys would find a piece of shit lying on the side of the road funny, God. Once they settled down someone spoke up in a monotone voice, masking the sadness threatening to bubble up.

“So (Y/N)... How long are you actually in Cali for?” Victor asked, brows slightly furrowed as he looked towards the bright afternoon sun, at his soon-to-be-not neighbour.

“Ugh, I don’t even know dude! Mom and dad won't tell me anything, because it’s not like I’m being shipped off to another state with no idea how long I’m gonna be there for. Nooooo wayyyyy…” (Y/N) retorted sarcastically, glaring slightly at her parents who were talking a couple feet away from them. Suddenly, a cloud cast itself in front of the warm spring sun - no, not a cloud, just the lanky form of Patrick Hockstetter (or Cocksucker as Henry call him) sitting himself next to her on the porch step, wrapping his long boney arm around her shoulders pulling (Y/N) in close.

“Well, it’s not like we’re gonna miss you (Y/N/N)! So don’t worry about us, we’ll get over you in a few days after finding some hot piece of ass!” Patrick lets out a cackle that’s comparable to a cat being strangled - probably by him, Pat is weird like that I guess.

“Pat, too much information bro. (Y/N/N) doesn’t need to hear about what we’re gonna do with her study group girls when she leaves.” Reggie says, though he complains when anyone but (Y/N) calls him that, he’s strictly Belch to the guys now for obvious reasons.

“Yeah, thanks Reg…” (Y/N) says, shrugging Patricks arm off her shoulders. “Wait what?!” She says, whipping her head around so fast her (Y/H/C) braids slap Henry and Patrick in the face, “Ew, not you too Reg! Leave those poor girls alone, they're all frightened of you as it is.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes as the boys chuckles and cackles return.

“(Y/N)! Say goodbye to your friends, Aunt Jenny will be here in a minute!” (Y/N)’s parents called to her which stopped her quiet laughs, as she stood up, the boys next to her stood too.

She smiled a sad smile as she looked them over, Vic stood there with a sad half-smile as his longish brown hair fell in front of his eyes - he had complained to her once that his parents never let him cut it any shorter because his dad had to have a buzz cut his whole life because he was in the army… but Vic thinks it’s because they wanted a girl instead. Henry stood next to him with his bronze skin shining in the suns’ glow, dirty-blonde mullet tangled from where he’s run his fingers through in stressed, because Henry didn’t know what he would do without (Y/N) here, without her letting him climb into her room through the window after his dad hits him too hard one too many times.

He would never admit it to the guys but she was his favorite friend, not just because (Y/N) is the only girl who isn’t afraid to speak to him but because she comforts him in a way he hasn’t been comforted since his mom was alive. Reggie stood behind Vic and Henry, he was the tallest out of the five of them with (Y/N) coming in tied-second with Patrick, Reggie had the most muscle on him out of the five of them too given that he plans to compete in Derry Highs’ wrestling team. (Y/N) doesn’t know if she'll ever see that now, what if her parents don’t come back and completely forget about her? They already forget she exists when she’s in the room across the hall - what about when she’s in another country? Breathing out slowly, (Y/N) tries to calm herself down before she breaks down and starts crying in front of these boys who’ll no doubt call her a pussy and laugh. Finally, (Y/N) turns to the boy with dark shaggy hair standing too close for comfort, examining her expression with a smirk, she and Patrick had always had a funny relationship, sometimes he’ll be okay with her and be nice and caring like the time he put a dino plaster on her scraped knee in 2nd grade but he could be an asshole like as soon as she had said she didn’t want to play mommy and daddies with him he shouted at her, ripped his plaster back off her knee and left with Henry all day, leaving (Y/N), Vic and Reggie without their violent friends for the rest of recess. So, their friendship has been that way since (Y/N) could remember, but she still loved him regardless.

Bending down to pick up her backpack for the journey she looked as her best friends again, the boys. Her boys. Running that short distance she engulfed them in her arms and sniffled letting go before the ‘Masculine Men’ pushed her off them. “I- I’m gonna miss you guys,” (Y/N) whispered voice wobbling. “Yeah, we’re gonna miss you too doll,” Henry spoke up, surprising (Y/N) and the other boys slightly as the Bowers boy isn’t the type to express his emotions in public, or at all really. Proving that they all knew they wouldn’t see the (Y/L/N) girl for a long time.

And that was the last time she saw her boys, for four whole, long years. But as she stared out of the passenger seat window, the trees melted past the car as (Y/N) and her Aunt Jenny raced their way towards Derry, towards home. Looking down at her clothes (Y/N) wondered what her friends would think of her new style and… well her new everything.

After her first 4 months of being all alone in her new LA school, a group of older girls took (Y/N) under their wing and taught her everything they knew about how to be a successful girl; how to do makeup, how to dress hot, how to flirt and most importantly… how to fuck. And oh boy, with a fresh pool of (hopefully) hot guys, was she going to fuck.

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