Context: You were raised by your older brother, Bill, who turned to crime fairly young to keep the family afloat. Devon, his best friend, has been a fixture just as long. You used to love Devon until he got caught in one of your brother's schemes and went away for seven years. You tried to make it work, but the pain was too much. Now, two years later, Devon is home and your brother is right back to scheming. But everything is not as it seems...

Setting: The Listener's home.

Tags:[MM4F][Yandere(?) Older Brother Speaker][Remorseful Older Brother's Friend Speaker][Parentified Listener][Angst][Confession][Setup][80s - Period Piece][Reuniting]but[In Danger?][Remorse/Regret][TW: Gunshots/Talk of Prison]

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[B] = Bill, your protective older brother

[D] = Devon, your prison-bound ex-boyfriend

[Scene opens at a run-down home]

[SFX: A horn honking/grease popping]

[You stand at the old gas stove, watching breaded chicken patties fry, when you hear your brother’s old car roll up]

[SFX: An old car rolling up/a few honks]

[B, distantly] “Willlllooowwwww, guess whose home!”

[Pause?!]

[B, annoyed] “Yes, me! Buuut I also brought home an old face that you used to try and sneakily smooch!”

[...]

[Your whole body runs cold and you hurry out to the sagging front porch to see your older brother hopping out of his beater… followed by a face you haven’t seen in years]

[SFX: Devon climbing out of the car]

[...Pause…]

[B] “Yep, your ol’ prison penpal, Devon! Been a while, hasn’t it? Hehe… That heist got you in for seven years! Woof, eh?”

[...]

[Devon looks away, eyes hard]

[D] “...Willow.”

[...Pause.]

[B, laughing] “Yeah, bastard just got out! Can you believe it? Look at how much muscle he’s put on! Hehe… Enh, I’m just kidding, you dumb bastard. Sis, what do we got for grub, huh?”

[Pause…]

[D] “I… I don’t want to be a burd-”.

[B] “Nonsense! I promised we’d put you up after you got out and I meant it! Willow doesn’t mind, do you?”

[...]

[B] “See? C’mon, I’m starving and it smells like meatloaf night is in full effect.”

[SFX: Them walking inside/the grease popping]

[D] “...Bill, c’mon, this is clearly hard for-”.

[B] “Oh, shut it. Kick off your boots and have a seat, c’mon. We need to talk shop.”

[SFX: The kitchen chairs being moved/sat in by big bois]

[...Pause?]

[He looks so ashamed that the anger in your heart ebbs. A little]

[D] “...Willow, I don’t mind going to the halfway house until I can find work, I don’t want you uncomfortable…”

[...?]

[He picks his head up, tragically hopeful]

[D] “I… I don’t drink anymore. But some tea sounds real nice, thank you.”

[B] “Pfft, don’t let him go soft on you, Sis, c’mon. Get him a whiskey.”

[Pause.]

[Your brother rolls his eyes but Devon nods his head in appreciation]

[B] “You two are such babies…”

[D] “I’m a recovering alcoholic, Bill… And I’m doing my damned best not to remind Willow of memories best left forgotten…”

[...Pause.]

[Devon nods, offering you a tired, broken smile]

[D] “Chamomile sounds lovely, thank you.”

[You head into the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind you, and start brewing tea as the boys talk in the dining room]

[SFX: Tea being brewed]

[B] “Dev, Willow’s moved on, right? Don’t be pathetic and whip out the love letters. You aren’t going to hurt my sister by being yourself.”

[D, stressed] “...Why are you doing this? Haven’t I paid enough-?”

[B, sharply] “Shhh! You promised!”

[D, even more distressed] “For fuck’s sake, I got put away because of YOU, and now you’re forcing me to be around Willow! I took the fall and you’re hurting her for it, not me!”

[B, warning] “Dev… Do not start. We had an agreement…”

[...]

[SFX: Fill in [Pause] with cracking grease/the oven being fiddled with]

[D] “...I’m sorry… I remember the agreement. I do. But, Bill… This isn’t right. This isn’t fair, and you know it… Willow’s been acting like a stay-at-home wife for years, you haven’t let her finish school, and now you-”.

[SFX: The kitchen door opening]

[Both of them shut up as you pad out of the kitchen and pour their tea]

[B] “Thanks, Sis. Appreciate you.”

[Pause.]

[Your brother shoots you a warning look but you ignore him, staring instead at Devon]

[B] “...You’re going to make Dev blush if you keep staring at him like that.”

[...Pause]

[D] “...You kept my room clean all this time? Thanks, sweetheart, that’s… That’s right kind of you.”

[Bill rolls his eyes again]

[B] “Yes, yes, very kind. Look, you can catch up with your ex-boyfriend later, kiddo, it’s time for us to talk about business.”

[...?]

[B] “Yes, that kind of business. Look, don’t get started, OK? I know. I know you worry. I know you don’t us getting hurt, but we got it… OK?”

[Pause…]

[B, saccharine] “C’mon… Who’s your favorite big brother?”

[Pause.]

[B] “That’s right, me. And who always takes care of his little sis?”

[Pause?]

[B] “Mmhm, me! So, you go and worry about that meatloaf and let Dev and I work out the next scheme, mmkay? If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you hold the body bag this time. You wanna try cooking with human?”

[D, startled] “Bill!”

[Your brother lets out a maniacal laugh]

[B] “Kidding, kidding! Right, down to business. Willow, you ring that dinner bell the second it’s done, alright? All this talk of murder has me salivating for supper…”

[...]

[You exchange looks with Devon but dutifully return to prepping dinner]

[SFX: Fade out on them chatting - Rec. improv/grease popping]

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Time Lapse - Three hours

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[Scene opens back in the house]

[SFX: Dishes being washed/a door opening and closing faintly]

[Bill belches as he throws his plate in the sink and laughs at your annoyed look]

[B] “Aw, c’mon! It’s just one more plate!”

[Pause.]

[He laughs and ruffles your hair]

[B] “Fine, fine. Dev’s outside smoking a cig if you want to go and be all angsty together. If I hear any sobbing, I’m going out with my shotgun, got it?”

[...]

[He laughs, still a bit manic]

[B] “I’m kidding!! Go on, go ‘reconnect’, or whatever gross shit you two do.”

[SFX: The Listener stepping outside/cicadas]

[You walk outside and see Devon sitting on the sagging porch

[Pause…]

[He looks at you, startled, cigarette barely dangling off of his lips]

[D] “Oh, uh… Willow.”

[Pause.]

[D] “Huh? What do you mean?”

[Pause…]

[D] “...Why did I say that I ‘took the fall’ earlier…? I…”

[He looks away, eyes haunted]

[...]

[SFX: The porch creaking as the Listener sits by him/the cicadas]

[You sit next to him on the old, worn porch, as the cicadas sing around you. The stars above seem a little less dull as they dance behind the clouds]

[D] “...Remember, years ago, when we sat on this porch together and talked about the future? I’d talk all about how I was gonna save up enough to get a decent bike, grab you, and we’d jet all the way across the States to the West Coast… I’d work on bikes, put you through school, and you’d… finally feel safe and appreciated…”

[...Pause…]

[D] “...I worried every single day I was behind bars, Willow. I know Bill would throw hands with the Devil himself over you, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t always stuck at home, cooking every meal, cleaning every square inch of this house… and God knows Bill can be a real bastard.”

[...]

[He pauses, voice catching]

[D] “...Why did you stop visiting me in prison…?”

[...]

[He nods, sad]

[D] “Hurt too bad… Yeah, that’s what I thought…”

[Pause…]

[D] “Sweetheart, you visited me five out of seven years… That’s so much pain to swallow, just for my comfort… Heh, you made the boys crazy, you know? Got told a lot that I was lucky I had a woman that pretty and dedicated to me waiting at home… Made things awkward when I had to tell ‘em that you weren’t exactly my girl anymore.”

[...]

[He breathes out as you rest against his side. For the first time since he was arrested, Dev lets himself cry in front of you]

[D] “Oh, sweet girl, don’t cuddle up to my side, c’mon… Don’t give me hope.”

[Pause…?]

[D] “Trust me, I know I’m dodging your question… I don’t want you to hate your brother.”

[...]

[Devon exhales once more, so deeply ashamed]

[D] “...Yes. I took the fall for that heist. Bill was the one that should have gone to prison, not me. I’m so sorry-”.

[SFX: The door swinging open and a gun cocking]

[You both turn around quickly as the door swings open and what sounds like a shotgun cocks. Bill stares both of you down, smile calm but eyes wild]

[B] “I told you I had one rule for you getting to see Willow, Devon… You know what happens to fucking snitches!”

[D] “Willow, run-!”

[SFX: Fade out on another gunshot]

[To be continued?]

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Note: Devon is like 50% himbo delinquent and 50% good ol’ boy secret romantic. Do with this information what you will.

Second note: His hair is curly :3