#I Guess That's The Least That I Owe Ya To Be Normal In A Way I Couldn't Be; Stanley & Cyrus ☆The-Haunted-Office☆

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You Belong With Me - One Shot

Characters: Reader (y/n) - Beau Arlen- Cassie Dewell - Jenny Hoyt - Denise Brisbane - Mo Poppernak - Tiffany (o.c)-Knox (o.c)-Pete (o.c) Mention of Cody Hoyt.

Warnings: Drinking, Language, Jealousy, Angst, Fluff, lmk if I missed any.

Summary: You're in love with your best friend, but he is with someone else. You try to move on when the new cute guy in town asks you on a date.

Word count: 4,042

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Reader's Pov

“I need a favor.” Cassie grimaced walking over to your desk.

“What now?” you playfully whined.

“I need you to go sweet talk your bestie about the getting a copy of the report.

“Cass, I don’t think he’ll be ok with that.” You took a drink of your coffee. “They sealed it.”

“Oh, come on it’s you. He’ll at least let you see it. I just need a couple dates.” You gave him an unamused look “Please.” You sighed and picked up your phone. “Thank you (y/n) I owe you one”

“Yea, yea, yea” you teased as you opened your contacts, you scrolled until you found his picture and tapped the call icon next to it. You put the phone up to your ear as it begins to ring.

“Hello Darlin’.” His gruffy voice stirred up the butterflies in your stomach.

“Hello, Sheriff Arlen.” You said in your best flirty voice. He chuckled. You returned to your normal voice. “How’s your day going?”

“It’s been alright. Checking up on paperwork. How’s yours?”

“Eh ok, I guess. I was just sitting here thinking and ya know what I  realized?”

“What’s that?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“I haven’t told my best friend was a handsome son of a bitch he is today."

He laughed. “What do you want?”

“Beau Arlen, I had offended you would accuse me of kissing ass to get something!”

He stayed silent for a second. “Are you done?”

“Yes.”

“Are you gonna tell me what you want.”

“Have you eaten lunch yet?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“I’ll be there in 15.”

“Oh lord. What are you getting me into now sweetheart?”

“See ya soon.”

As you walk up to the front doors of the sheriff’s station armored with a paper sack containing one of Beau’s favorite sandwiches from a local dinner, you pass Mo. He tipped his hat.  “Mornin', little lady.” He said with a smile.

“Deputy.” You returned the smile with a nod.

“He’s in his office.” He told you as you grabbed the door handle.

“Thanks Pop!” you walked in and made your way back to his office, but he wasn’t there. You grin as an idea pops into your hand. You sit in his chair and clear a space. Careful not to mess up his organized chaos. Leaning back, you plop your boots on his desk and cross your ankles. When he opens the door ⁴ you lean back further and cross your arms behind your head.

He laughed. “Please make yourself at home.”

“Just trying to see how the other half lives.” You smiled at him. He laughed again. “Now I hope you don’t mind, but I did some paperwork organizing while I waited.”

He pressed his lips together and flared his nostrils. “Please tell me your kidding.”

Your grimaced “I thought I was helping.” You said as you sat up.

He rushed over to his paperwork and started looking through the piles. You inhaled through your nose as he leaned in front of you, taking in his intoxicating scent of blue vetiver, sandalwood and citrusy notes. He always smelled so good.

You started laughing. “Beau, I’m just messing with you. I know better than to mess with your system.” You put air quotes on the word system.

“Hey, my desk, my process.” He finally noticed the paper sack sitting on the empty side of his desk. “Is that?” he looked at you and pointed to the bag. You nodded. “Oh, you can have whatever you want.” He said as he unwrapped his sandwich.

You smiled. “Now remember you said that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get to it.” He said in between bites.

“I need a copy of the Goodwin report.” You gave him a big smile. He swallowed and his face went hard. “Or just the dates. Cassie has a theory, and she needs dates to confirm it.” you puckered your lips and stuck out your bottom one.” He stared at you, his face still hard as stone. “Please B.” You pleaded.

“Ya know you are putting me in a very difficult position sweetheart.”

“Nobody would know.” You turned on your puppy dog eyes.

He sighed “I can’t give you a hard copy, but I can give you dates...”

“That’s all I need.”

He leaned over you again onto his keyboard. “Look away.”

You rolled your eyes. “So paranoid.” You put your hands over your eyes. You can hear the lead on paper and he starts to hum. “Are you humming Elvis?”

“Yes. Ya know you never cease to amaze me. Not many people could recognize an Elvis song from a hum.” He stopped writing. “Alright.” He turned to face you and leaned against his desk. He held out the piece of paper but snatched it back as you reached for it. “Hold on there darlin’ he haven’t agreed on a price yet.”

Your jaw dropped. “Beaufort Arlen.” He rolled his eyes. That wasn’t his name and you knew it, but you could resist calling him that. His reaction was adorable.  “You want me to offer you a bribe?”

“No, not a bribe. More like one hell of a good cook persuading her handsome sheriff friend with her famous chicken and dumplings” He winked at you.

“Fine, but I won’t have time tonight.” You bargained. “I’ll drop them off tomorrow night.”

“Oh yeah. You’re date.” You nodded. “Maybe if you keep this one around you guys could double with me and Tiffany.” You rolled your eyes when he said her name, “Don’t be mean (y/n). She regrets what she did, and Things have been good lately.”

“Yeah, ok.” You stood up and he handed you the piece of paper. “Thanks for your help sheriff.” You head towards the door

He sighed. “Any time.”

Reader's Pov

“How did he smell today?” Denise asked you as you walked into the office.

You smiled and took a deep breath remembering his cologne. “Dreamy.”  You sink down in the chair in front of her desk.

She smiled. “And tell me why you never asked him out again?”

“Never got the chance. Tiffany just keeps weaseling her way back in, but” you pointed your finger at her. “I am over Beau Arlen.” She raised her eyebrows. “I am Denise. I have a date tonight.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, He’s name is Knox.”

“Oh, the new guy! He so cute.”

“I know. Which is why I said yes when he asked me out.” You turned your head as you heard the bell that hung above the door. “Speaking of cute.”

Cassie smiled. “Did you get it?”

“I got the dates. He said he couldn’t make me a copy.” You held out the paper for her.

“That will work.” She took it. “Thank you.” she started walking to her desk.

“Welcome.” You called after her.

“Well, I should probably get back to work, got a big ol’ pile of nothing to get back to.

“Hon you’ve closed 3 cases in the last 2 weeks, I’d say it’s a good time for a break.” Denise advised.

“Or you could do some digging for me and give me something to do.” You said with a smile.

“I can try, maybe you should call Beau.” She smiled and you rolled your eyes.

You made your way back over to your desk. You turn your computer on as you sit down. Drumming your finger while you watch the loading screen you decide to text him. You take your phone out of your jacket pocket and open it to your existing conversation.

Y/N: Beaufort

You opened your email while you waited for a reply. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

Your phone buzzed.

Beau: I’m all out of favors today darlin’

Y/N: Rude of you to assume I’m only texting you for a favor. I was actually gonna ask you if you needed help with anything.

Beau: Calm down. It was a joke. Not today. I’m still stuck at the office I have to get this paperwork done TODAY.

Y/N: Damnit. I need something to do.

Beau: Why don’t you go home early and get ready for this big date you have tonight.

Y/N: My big date isn’t until 7.  Are you saying I need 5 hours to pretty myself up.  🤔

Beau: You roll out of bed beautiful, and you know it. Just think you deserve to pamper yourself every once in awhile

Y/N: Nice save.

You hit the send button and turn off your screen. “Cassie!” You yelled.

“Yea?” she yelled back.

“Please tell me you need help with something!”

“Actually yes.”  You jumped out of your seat and rushed to her desk. “Are you that bored?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m freaking dying here.” She handed you the papers in her hand and started giving you the run down of the case she was working on.

“I’m right.” Cassie whispered as you finish  reading the dates that were in Beau’s handwriting to her.

“You’re right.” You reassured her.

“Holy shit. I have to go talk to Jenny.” She pulled her coat on. “See you at the bar tonight.”

“Um probably not. ”

“I’m sorry I forgot, I hope I don’t see you tonight,” she winked at you. “Can we give this one a fighting chance though?”

“Hardy har, har.”

Beau’s Pov

He sat down at the bar and looked up at the clock. 8:55. She’d probably be getting rid of the loser and walking through the door any minute now. “Hey Pete.” He said as the bartender approached him on the other side of the bar.

“How’s it going sheriff?” Pete said as he sat on a beer and a shot glass in front of Beau.

“We may need a bigger glass.” He told Pete as he poured the whiskey.

“That bad huh?” Pete asked. Beau just shook his head. He downed the shot of whiskey.

“I don’t know Jenny. She seemed different about this one.” Cassie said as her and Jenny walked up to the bar. “Hey Beau.”

“Ladies” Beau said tipping his hat.

“You want some company?” Jenny said as she sat on the barstool beside him.

“Sure, why not?”

“Well, geez don’t get too excited.” Cassie teased sitting on the other side of him

“What’s gotcha down?” Jenny asked as she got Pete’s attention. He brought over 2 more beers and 2 shot glasses for the girls. “

“Paperwork day, Jenny”

“Oh, that’s right.” Pete began pouring their shots and a second one for Beau. “Cheers” Jenny said holding the full shot glass up. Beau and Cassie repeated. The three of them took their shots and sat the glasses on the bar.

Beau looked up at the clock again, 9:00. Come on where was she?

“Pete, can we just get a bottle?” Jenny said grabbing her beer and her glass. Pete grabbed an unopened bottle of the same whiskey and handed it to her. “Thank you. Can you put it on my tab?” Pete nodded. “Grab your glasses and bottles.” She led them over to a high top by the dart board.

“You really wanna play darts?” Beau asked sitting his beer and glass on the table.

“Well not really, but it gets you away from that clock.”

“Touche.”

“Come on. We’ll make it fun. Every time someone gets a bullseye, we drink, every time someone misses the board, we drink.” Jenny persuaded.

“Every time someone throws a dart, we drink.” Cassie teased making Beau chuckle.

Jenny grabbed 3 darts of different colors, handing one color to Cassie and another to Beau. “Alright.” He gestured for her to go first.

They took turns throwing the darts on the board and he was actually having a decent time. After 3 shots he checked his phone. 9:30. What the hell.

“Well, I guess (y/n)’s date must be going well. 2 and a half hours. No calls, no texts, and she hasn’t shown up here yet.” Cassie said.

“Or she’s at home drinking alone.” Beau rebuttals

Jenny poured another round of shots. They clinked and downed them. “Beau, you’re up.”

As he was throwing his last dart, he heard Jenny let a whistle out. There she was finally. Beau threw his dart and turned around. His heart nearly exploded in his chest. She was wearing olive green western looking dress, low cut, very low cut. The lower hem dangle over her cowboy boots, His eyes traced up to her face, God she was just beautiful. Makeup done up all nice and her hair in curls under a cowboy hat that matched her boots. What he wouldn’t give to be the guy holding her hand right now. It should be him not this pretty country boy wannabe. Ugh he rolled his eyes. She smiled at them and mouthed the words oh my god as they made their way to the bar.

“Damn she looks good.” Jenny exclaimed.

“So does her date!” Cassie added as they sat down at their table. He purposely sat in the chair facing the opposite direction.

“He ain’t that good lookin’.” Beau sneered.

“Oh Beau. Don’t be jealous. You know we love you too.” Cassie teased.

His ears got hot as he heard her laugh. Clearly, she was interested in this guy.  He huffed and poured himself a shot.

“Hey pretty lady!” Cassie said as (y/n) walked up to the table.

She smiled. “Hey guys. This is Knox.”  She gestured towards him. “Knox. These are my best friends. Jenny,” Jenny put out her hand the Knox shook it. “Cassie.” They repeated. “And this is Beau.”

He put his hand out “Sheriff Beau Arlen. I’m sorry Knot was it” (y/n) glared at him.

Knox chuckled. “No sir, Knox” he emphasized the x on the end. “With a x”

“My bad.” Beau said with a smile.

“So, tell us Knox what do you do?” Jenny asked.

“I’m a veterinarian.” She raised her eyebrows at Cassie.

“Oh, are you going to work at Andy’s place?” Jenny asked

“Until I take it over.” Jenny and Cassie furrowed their eyebrows. “Andy is my dad. He is fixin’ to retire within the next year or so.”

Beau’s phone started to ring. “That’s probably Tiff.” He noticed (y/n)’s eye roll. “I should get going anyways. See you girls tomorrow. Box nice meeting you.” She shook her head. “Good night y’all.”

Reader's Pov

Today was your return to the office after taking a 3-day week. You and Knox made things official after 4 weeks of dating. He took you out to his family’s lake house for the weekend to celebrate. You took a deep breath and walked through the door.

A big grin spread across Denise’s face when she looked up “How was he. I mean it? “

You chuckled. “It was good.” You turn to walk to your desk

“The weekend or the sex?” she asked.

“Both.” You said and started walking. She chuckled.

As you sat down your phone started ringing. You looked at the screen “Really?” you said out loud. It was Beau, you haven’t really seen or talked to him in about 2 or 3 weeks, only in passing. Wonder what he wants you thought to yourself.

“Beaufort. What’s wrong?”

“You busy today?”

“not sure I just got in.”

“ok well find out and let me know. I need you.”

“Ok. Let me talk to Cass and I’ll call you back.”

“Ok.” He hung up.

“Ok Beau.” You opened the door to find him pacing in his office. “what’s wrong?”

“Should I ask Tiffany to marry me?” He blurted out.

“Um excuse me?” You practically fell into the nearest chair as your legs went numb from shock.

“So, this morning as I was leaving Tiffany stopped me and told me 3 years is long enough to know whether I want to marry her or not.”

Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped. “You’re kidding me.”

“I wish I was.”

“Well, what did you tell her?”

“I told her I couldn’t do this right now. I had to get to work. And if I was gonna ask her to marry me it was going to be on my terms. Not her forcing me into it.”

You know the question you had to ask, but you didn’t want to. You didn’t want the answer. Your heart hastened as you though over what he would say. “ Do you want to marry her?” you couldn’t hid the quiver in your voice.

“I don’t know.”

You pulled on the bill of your baseball cap trying to hide the tears building in your eyes. “Do you love her?”

“ I’ve stuck by her through everything. The lying, the cheating.”

“That’s not what I asked B.” You began to blink rapidly trying everything that wasn’t too obvious to dry out your eyes.

“Why would I do all that if I didn’t.” He stopped mid step. “I think I should just do it. We’ve been together this long. And I’ll probably be with her for the rest of my life anyhow.”

“Well that’s a hell of a reason.” The words came out before you could stop them.

“Look I know you’re not here biggest fan, but I do care for her. It’s going to be hard to keep a friend that is mean to my fiancée don’t ya think.”

You shot up out of the chair. The nervousness and pain you felt turned into a white-hot rage. “Are you fucking kidding me right now Beau?!” Your hands begin to shake. You can’t hold back the things you’ve been dying to say for so long. “She cheated on you for 2 months. Several times. It’s not like it was a one-time mistake. God, I swear you’re as dumb as a box of rocks! I have absolutely no idea why you would stay with her. And if you really wanna marry someone that takes the greatest person on the face of this earth for granted, then be my freakin guest.” He just looked at you with a dumbfounded look on your face. Tears started coming back and you didn’t bother trying to stop them. “Beau you are my best friend, and I love you, but I can not and will not sit here and watch you throw your life away and marry her.” He opened his mouth; you continued not giving him a chance to argue. “I really don’t want to be this person, and I hate that I am saying this. but I can’t be your friend if you do this.” You walked out the door, not giving him the chance to tell you he was going through with it anyway. You heard him yell after you, but you couldn’t stop. You just wanted to get away from everything.

Beau’s Pov.

He sighed as he got back into his Defender. He pulled his phone out to call (y/n) for the 17th time, straight to voicemail. “Son of a bitch.” He yell as he hit the steering wheel. He scrolled in his contracts and hit the green icon. “Cassie.”

“What’s up Beau?”

“Please tell me you’ve from (y/n)”

“I thought she was with you.”

“Are you at the office?”

“Yea? What the hell happened Beau?”

“Ill tell you when I get there.”

Denise and Cassie jumped as Beau charged through the door. “You guys really haven’t seen or talked to her?” He asked.

“No. Tell us what happened!” Cassie demanded.

“Well, I called her and told her I needed her help. I was given an ultimatum this morning.” Cassie raised her eyebrows. He went over the fight with them. “And then she stormed out.”

“Oh, Beau. I can’t believe you don’t see it” Denise realized what she had said and put her hands over her mouth.

“See what?” he asked

“Never mind. I’ll make some coffee.” Denise walked away.

“Her phone is going straight to voicemail. She’s not at the bar, not at her house. I tried the dinner, a couple parks I know she likes, I tried the gazebo by the lake, I have looked literally everywhere, Cassie, I can’t find her.” He was anxious and jittery. They have had some fights in the past. The one they got into was when he took tiffany back was especially bad, but she was always waiting at the bar for him with a beer and a shot.

“Just calm down. Give me a minute.” Cassie got up and walked to the kitchen. “What do you know Denise?”

“I shouldn’t had said anything.” She kept her back to Cassie. “It’s not my business.”

Cassie walked up to her and put her hand on Denise’s shoulder “Denise.”

“I thought it was pretty dang obvious, but I guess not. She’s in love with Beau. Has been since she’s known him. That’s why she never keeps a man around. She’s been hoping one day he would wake up and realize.”

Beau felt the air leave his lungs as he leaned on the kitchen doorframe. She was in love with him. This had to be a joke. What was so special about him? There’s no way someone like her could love him. “She’s in love with me?”

Cassie and Denise spun around. “Frick.” Denise said.

Cassie’s phone started to ring. “Hey (y/n).” His eyes shot to Cassie. She was nodding. “Alright. I understand. Take the day. I’ll see you in the morning, ok?” “If you need anything just call, ok?” ok.” Cassie hung up and walked to her desk. Beau followed. She started writing on a piece of paper.

“Are you going.”

“Go to the Strickland stables. Follow these directions.” She handed him the paper. “She’ll be there.”

“Did she tell you that?”

“Trust me.” she shook the paper at him.

Reader’s pov.

You inhaled deeply looking out at the view as you sat on the wooden fence. You turned your head as you heard the swishing of the grass on jeans. “Cassie told you where I’d be huh?”

“She wrote me out directions.” He leaned on the fence beside you. “She told me you used to come here with your brother.”

“Yeah, Cody would bring me up here back in the day, when life got too stressful. When we were kids, he told me to throw my problems at the mountains and they would throw solutions back.” You said with a chuckled. The cold wind made the tear drop’s trails sting your skin.

“They give you anything good today?”

“Not really.”

“Can I try?”

You chuckled. “Sure.” He hopped over the fence and stood in front of you. After a minute or two he turned back to you with a big smile on his face. You hopped down. “What did they say?”.

He took a couple steps. He was close. “They told me to stop being such a chicken and do this. He pulled you into him, his hands cupping your face as he leaned in, the anticipation crackling in the air. Then, with a swift, decisive movement, he dipped you backwards, your heels lifted off the ground, his lips meeting yours in a fervent collision, as your bodies pressed tightly together, the world around you faded away.

He brought you back up and rested his forehead against yours. “Well. That was. Some. Damn. Good advice.” You said between heavy pants. He chuckled and kissed you again. You smiled with wide eyes as a thought popped into your head.

“What?”

"I just realized that I have several more ways to persuade you now."

his head lifted as he let out a laugh.

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[chaosmultiverse]

Cyrus doesn't know what triggered it, but all he knows is that Stanley seems to be having a fit of some sort. It doesn't look good, not good at all, and in fact, he doesn't like the way he's gasping for air, it reminds him a little bit too much of the way his own Stanley was acting right before he died, the way he was gasping, like he couldn't breathe.

Oh god...

Has the mist come back? Has it gotten into this Stanley too? Is he now suffering the same fate?

Cyrus goes from zero to sixty and launches out of his chair faster than he ever has in his life, calling out to Stanley as he goes.

"Stanley! Breathe, Stanley! Breathe!"

He has no idea that Stanley is having a flashback and doesn't know if he should or shouldn't be touching him. That doesn't even cross his mind. The only thing that crosses his mind is to try to offer him some comfort, help him through this, help him fight whatever is happening, and if it is the mist again, he'll help him. They defeated it once and they can do it again.

An arm goes around Stanley's back in an attempt to comfort and support him, and he keeps telling him to breathe, over and over, until hopefully he does start breathing again.

(For the flashback meme!)

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He had been on his own for a little, Doon was up to something, he wasn't sure, same for Thursday, and he didn't want to deal with Arthur and he had only met that Thisday guy once.

And he didn't want to bother Cyrus every time he was feeling a little lonely, that would be a lot to expect out Cyrus, that would be a lot to expect of anyone.

So he was by himself in one of the multi cubical office rooms sitting by a window, he was focused on a note pad, looking at it. It didn't look right, there wasn't a logo, there was a logo of a hand pointing or something-

There was a noise in his ear, a pattern of rain, he knew the sound well, sometimes when he dared to get close to the windows, there would be the sound of rain, hell sometimes Narrator would comment on it, one of the rare times he'd acknowledge the idea of what directly surrounded the office, his office-

There was no logo on the note pad, the pen was a different brand, no was no narration in his ear telling him what to do.

Just quiet rain, and wind, some distant wind and dripping water from some corner.

From a outsider looking at Stanley it would look like Stanley stared off into space near a window, then suddenly got up and started to wander, not randomly no no, it was a very set path straight to the 'choice' room, it was only in there that Stanley was really moving like himself again, his legs nearly tripping over each other instead of the almost automated way they were moving before, he stumbled and was on the ground, this is when the panicked breaths and holding his own throat kicked in.

He had tried to get to the broom closet, that's why he got up, he needed quiet, he needed to not be seen, he needed somewhere 'safe', not a ending room, not somewhere too off from the intended path, somewhere thorugh that was Stanley's choice to be in, the broom closet, Stanley might hate buckets but he would be totally down to marry a broom.

He obviously couldn't make it there, no no, his feet weren't right, they were moving all very wrong, like not him, like how he used to walk around, like someone real-

He hadn't meant to end up on the ground, but it was nice, nice to be kneeling over himself, lungs racing trying to choke him out by not holding in air more than it was forcing out, trying to not throw up stomach acid, holding his own hands tightly around his neck trying to keep air in (that totally was how it worked right? You could physically hold air in and it would help catch your breath.). All of that was nice.

A real person couldn't do that, he was Stanley.

Then he's hearing something, faintly somewhere 'Stanley!- Stanley-'

"Narrator?" A dazed and confused murmur came out of Stanley, that didn't make any sense did it? Where- When? Did some reset- No his was...

At first Stanley tensed when he was touched, holding his breath for a moment, before he quickly leaned into it, letting go of his throat, for a moment his arms dangled there by his knees as it was starting to reenter his mind, his arm hurt, the floor was different.

There was no logo, no voice in his ear, and he was not trapped in a room with a damned button.

He was somewhere else and... Cyrus, Cyrus was there saying something, 'Stanley- something- Stanley-'

Stanley turned around and was now hugging Cyrus, or more desperately holding onto Cyrus's lower body and trying to not vomit still, it was a very nice grounding thing, for there to be another person, someone to hold onto.

Stanley was making some noises, less words and more false starts, attempts to say something, anything but his throat felt tight, his mouth felt glued together so he just held on while he regathered himself.

Depending on how much attention to detail Cyrus was paying, he might notice that despite everything seeming physically fine with Stanley now, he wasn't breathing, there was no movement in his chest and no breath coming out, but he seemed to be physically fine.

[chaosmultiverse]

Stanley looks alarmed when this all began and had started speedly walking to the control room when the piano music started because that was odd, very odd, that didn't seem like something Thursday or Cyrus would do, and then hearing faintly... 'help me', yeah that caused Stanley to start running only skidding to a stop when he heard what he could assume was Cyrus's voice, thorugh it did strike him given the weirdness that there were a lot of people with that voice.

"Yes I did, should I come to the control room or...?" Stanley signed to one of the cameras for Cyrus to see.

There's a faint crackle and a hum as the overhead speakers come on, but neither Narrator's voice comes out like it normally would to address the residents of the comings and goings of the Office. There's silence, except for that crackle and hum, for nearly ten seconds.

And then...

Then there's a voice...

It's very quiet, like it's standing far away, at the other end of the room from where the microphone would be and the person might be soft spoken to boot. They're whispering, and it's difficult to tell if it might be masculine of feminine. Even more difficult is to tell what they're saying. Actually, it's so difficult you can't tell at all, especially with that piano music playing over them.

"Music" is putting it generously. It sounds like someone is just mashing piano keys at random. Either that or someone has rolled a piano down the stairs and this is the song of its descent you are hearing. In any case, its discord is making it impossible to hear what the voice is saying.

You do manage to catch one word. No, two.

"Help me..."

The crackle, hum, piano, and voice continue on for a couple more seconds before suddenly stopping, the sound disappearing into the silence of the Office.

The speakers come on again barely a second later, and this time Cyrus speaks.

"...Did you hear that?" he asks. He sounds confused, and on top of that, concerned. Frightened, even.

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close to home | chapter sixty nine

close to home | chapter sixty nine

plot: the reader continues to heal, and her and Daryl have a talk

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,084 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd

“Careful, careful… ow! Careful, Daryl.” You winced in pain as your husband pulled off your bandages. They were stuck from the dried blood, and it felt like he was pulling off a million bandaids. 

Daryl rolled his eyes at you as he got the last one off, and you sighed with relief and dug your head further into the pillow to get comfortable. Dog was whining at the foot of your bed, and Daryl had to keep yelling at him to be quiet. 

You looked down at the new scars on your arms. Visions of what happened flashed in your mind, and you had to look away. But of course, the one on your stomach was the most blaring. A direct threat to your life was cut into you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked at Daryl, who was preparing the other bandages. 

You set a hand on your belly, which looked almost normal with you lying on your back. It poked out a little, though. And you could tell the difference. 

“‘Aight, lemme see ya arm,” Daryl said as he knelt beside the bed. He carefully laid them out on your arms and then wrapped them. “They gonna be good soon. Maybe another two days.”

“Thank you,” You whispered as you stared at him. He looked so handsome it made your heart ache. When he went to work on your other arm, you brushed his hair back to caress his face. “You’re so pretty.”

His cheeks lit up, and he shook his head, which made you smile.

After tending to your other arm and then your stomach, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a slow kiss. His lips were soft against yours while his hand firmly gripped your waist. When you pulled away slowly, you left a few more quick but soft kisses against his lips. 

“I love you so much, handsome.”

Daryl nodded and kissed you again. You could tell something was wrong when he pulled away, but he said he would take Dog out one more time before you went to bed. 

You sighed when he left and sat up. The worst part that hurt was your nose, eyes, and stomach. But after a few days of rest, you felt better than you thought. Being shot was worse. Physically, at least. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see Alpha’s and Beta’s faces and hear your friends dying.

The room felt too quiet then, and you quickly closed the shutters before taking off your bra and putting on one of Daryl’s shirts. It was cold in the room, but you didn’t feel like sleeping with pants on, so you climbed into the bed and waited. 

And waited.

And waited some more. 

Finally you heard Dog barking at the door and then Daryl walked in. 

“What took you so long?”

“Ask Dog. Needed to smell every Goddamn thing. 

You watched Daryl lie out a blanket for the dog and then change. You wolf-whistled when he took off his shirt--which he replied to with a middle finger--and then finally, he shut the light off and got into bed next to you.  

The bed dipped as you moved closer to Daryl and forced your way into his arms. His arm wrapped around you tightly, and you looked up at him. “You haven’t said much.”

He hesitated for a second. “Just don’ know what to say, I guess.”

“You haven’t said anything about what happened. Talk to me.”

You saw the outline of his hand near his mouth, and you pulled it away to keep him from biting on his nail. He sighed loudly and looked at you, but you couldn’t see his face. “I wanna kill ‘em. Every single last one of ‘em. I want ‘em dead for what they did to ya. For all of it.”

“Me too.”

“I thought I killed him. The one who calls himself Beta. Thought I killed him in the elevator. If I had… maybe-.”

“Daryl, no.” You cut him off. “Don’t even start that game. This wasn’t your fault.”

“She did it to ya ‘cause I didn’ give up the girl. ‘S my fault. ‘M sorry, (Y/N).” Daryl said. His hand pressed against the side of your face as you sighed. You leaned forward, finding his lips in the dark.

“I won’t be able to make you think otherwise, and I’m not foolish enough to try. But Daryl, I don’t blame you. And if you need it, I forgive you. I don’t blame you at all. Okay?” You saw him nod. 

“Why didn’ ya tell me ‘bout the baby sooner? How long did ya know?”

You bit your lip and laid your head back down against his shoulder. “I had a hunch before Tora… before I went on the run with Rosita and Eugene. But I didn’t know for sure until we got back to the Hilltop after finding Lydia.”

“Are ya kiddin’ me? Ya knew, and ya still went out there? Ya put yourself at risk.”

You ran your hand along his bare chest to try and calm his anger down. “I wasn’t going to let you go out there alone, Daryl. I’m with you. Whenever and whatever.” 

He shook his head. “Ya can’t… not anymore. Ya gotta stay safe. If I lose ya, or the baby, I don’t….”

“You’re not going to. I’m fine.” You said. “But after this, once we get back to Alexandria, I promise you I will stay within the walls as long as you aren’t in any danger, Dixon.”

***

Daryl couldn’t sleep that night. Dog kept whining at the door because he didn’t like being cooped up, and there was too much on his mind. He kept replaying the image of finding you, again and again, over and over, in his head. 

He thought you were dead. The way you were covered in blood, limply tied up to a pike with his friends' heads above you. When he lifted your head, and your eyes didn’t open, he was so distraught he lost the small amount of food he’d eaten that day. But when Siddiq said they kept you alive, God, he was so relieved. 

And now you were here, sleeping next to him. You were injured, mentally and physically, so much so that he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to help you. He couldn’t imagine what it was like for you. He didn’t want to. If he did, he’d hunt down every last one of those freaks until they were dead. 

He sighed loudly and rolled over onto his stomach. The bed dipped as you turned as well. Your shirt had rolled up a bit in your sleep, and he could see your belly from the moonlight coming in.  

How could he not have noticed? He felt like an idiot. 

And he was furious with you. He wanted to scream at you for not telling him, even before you knew for sure. He couldn’t believe—well, he could—that you went out with Rosita and Eugene and then with him to find Henry. He wanted to throttle you over it. But he couldn’t. Not after everything you’d been through. And worst of all, he understood. He would do anything for you, no matter the situation, no matter what held him back. 

You started stirring in your sleep, and he felt you start twitching. 

“No…,” You mumbled. “Don’t…” 

“Hey, hey,” Daryl said, immediately trying to soothe you. He set his hand on the top of your head and used the other to gently shake you awake. 

Your mumbles got louder before you started thrashing on the bed. Your eyes finally opened as you sat up and were near hyperventilating. 

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed in horror as the last of your nightmare drifted away. 

“Ya okay,” Daryl said, sitting up. “Ain’ nobody here to hurt ya.” 

Even in the dark, he could see your expression as you looked at him, and it was like a punch to the gut when you started crying and fell into him. “I saw him. I was back there in the barn and.. and…” You sobbed. 

Daryl stayed quiet as he rubbed the back of your head. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself from going to find Beta and kill him. 

Your hands were holding onto his arm desperately, and he pulled you closer. 

“When I was in there, they had me tied up to watch them kill all our friends.” Your voice was a whisper, and Daryl froze. You hadn’t spoken a word about what happened until now. He had the general idea but hadn’t heard your story yet. “I tried to fight. I could kick some of them down, but they just got back up…

“And then, once they were dead, Alpha told me she would kill me first. But she didn’t wanna kill the baby. I guess the womb is a no-go, but once it’s out, it’s natural selection.” He thought about the baby Tammy Rose and Earl had and where the baby came from.

“They both did it. Alpha made the cuts, the threats. But Beta… he’s the one who beat me.” 

Daryl stiffened his arms around you and pressed his lips against the top of your head. He held back his tears to let you find comfort in his own strength. 

“I was so out of it. I could barely remember you guys finding me. I just remember thinking I would die and that you’d find me and…” Your voice trailed off. 

Daryl didn’t know what to say, not that that surprised him. He wasn’t the best at words unless they were in anger. 

“I’m so sorry, Daryl.”

His eyebrows furrowed together, and he pulled away to look at your face. “For what?”

“For everything. For putting myself in danger and not thinking about the consequences. For you to find me like that. I’m sure it couldn’t have been easy…” Your voice trailed off, and you set your hands on the sides of his face.

“Don’ even think ‘bout that, darlin’. Ya don’ worry ‘bout me.” 

He closed his eyes when you rubbed your soft fingers against his cheeks and felt his body calm down at the touch. Then you pressed your forehead against his lips, and he kissed it a few times. 

“I love you.” Your voice was a whisper, and he leaned his forehead against yours. He could hear how unsteady your breathing was.

“I love ya too, darlin’.”

Your hands were still tight around his face when you looked up at him. You kissed him gently, and Daryl felt his heart leap like every other time. It didn’t matter how long it’s been since he met you or the first kiss the two of you shared. It always made him feel the same. 

“Thank you.” Again, you whispered. 

“For what?”

“For being you. For being everything to me.” His eyes opened, and they met yours. “I used to think that we only work ‘cause of this world. That before, we wouldn’t have. But I know we would’ve. I would crave your touch like I do now, thinking about you all day. I think we were made for each other. Period.” 

Daryl was glad for the dark, so you couldn’t see how his eyes shone. Your words meant everything to him. They were everything he needed to hear and more. His heart was beating fast, and he bit his lip. 

“Ya really mean that?”

You nodded and leaned your forehead against his lips. He smiled before giving you a kiss. He loved when you did that. When you wanted physical touch and the way you told him without words. It was his language you spoke in, and he savored it. 

“We gonna be okay,” Daryl whispered against your skin. “We gonna get ya home to Alexandria, and we gonna be okay. I promise ya.” 

“I do wanna go home. I wanna be in Alexandria. This room reminds me of everything bad that happened to me.” 

“We can go to Alexandria soon, once ya able to. ‘Mma get ya home, baby girl.” 

You nodded and laid back against the bed, cuddling up to Daryl as soon as he joined you. “Sleep.” He said, rubbing his hand on your back. “Ya safe, Dog ain’ lettin’ anything touch us.” 

***

You and Daryl spent the next few days at the Kingdom before you were ready to go home. Your cuts were just scabs now, and your eyes were yellowing. Your nose would heal soon, but it was still broken with a bandage. 

Jerry made sure you and Daryl had more than enough food to last the way, and it was sad to say goodbye to his family. But it was worse saying goodbye to Carol, who was grieving. The two of you sat and cried for a good hour, and you apologized for not being able to protect Henry, but she wouldn’t hear it. She even came to see you and Daryl off. 

It took a day and a half to get to Alexandria on horseback, and when you finally saw those walls, you wanted to cry with happiness. Aaron wrapped you up in a big hug when you walked through the gate and hugged Daryl, too. 

And, of course, seeing the kids meant everything to you. Judith was ecstatic that you were home safe, and RJ held your hand the entire way back to your house. 

Michonne smiled as soon as she saw you and Daryl and gave you a hug. “I’m so happy to see you,” She said. Then she gave Daryl a hug. “And you, too.”

“We’re happy to be home.” You said. “How is everything here?”

You could see the light in her eyes dim a little, but she nodded. “We’re okay.” 

You grabbed Daryl’s hand and followed the Grimes family into your house. It smelt like home, and you felt yourself relax. 

“I spoke to Aaron. The third floor’s bedroom shared a bathroom with a second room. It’s not finished. But I thought it would give you two more space once the baby moves.” Michonne said.

You sat down at the center island, and Daryl gave you water within a minute. 

“Really?” You asked. “I never go up there, never even thought about it.” 

“The baby is gonna need windows. Can’t keep it in the basement.” Michonne gave Daryl a pointed look. 

“Baby’s a girl.” Daryl sat next to you.

Michonne smiled as Judith cheered, going on about how she was so happy to have a girl cousin, which only made you smile and run your hand against the back of her head. 

After catching up with them, you and Daryl walked to the third floor. You knew it was mostly where supplies were kept: clothes for the kids, winter clothes, and old baby stuff that would come in handy sooner rather than later.

The bathroom was finished, just missing supplies, and it needed painting, and there were broken tiles. Both bedrooms connected to the bathroom weren’t finished; some of the walls were still wood. But it was bigger than your bedroom downstairs, and it would offer more privacy. And you knew how much Judith and RJ didn’t want you to move out. 

“What do you think? We could finish it?” You asked, putting your hand on your stomach as you turned to look at him. 

Daryl was already staring at you. And he had been, from his spot, leaning against the doorframe. 

“I love ya.”

You smiled and walked over to him. “I love you, too, old man.”

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Love Me Normally (Will Wood)

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal/I suggest that we keep this informal/Cause a normal human being wouldn't need/To pretend to be normal to be normal/Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya/To be normal in a way I couldn't be/C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

"I wanna be normal :(((((("

Fast Car (Tracy Chapman)

You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere/Maybe we make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere/Any place is better, starting from zero got nothing to lose/Maybe we'll make something, me myself I got nothing to prove

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car/Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk/City lights lay out before us/ And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder/And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged

You got a fast car/Is it fast enough so we can fly away?/We gotta make a decision/Leave tonight or live and die this way

"I know it's an obvious one but YOU try playing it without crying I dare you"

"I cant explain the yearning but this makes me howl"

"OH GOD the longing!! The yearning in the recurring central image of the narrator and her lover on the highway, feeling this sense of limitless possibility and incredible hope!!! And then the verses take us with brutal efficiency through the collapse of their marriage, the way that the cycle of poverty stomps down on their hopes, and how with nothing left, the narrator does what her mom did and leaves!! Leaving the kids to experience the same thing she did growing up!! But it’s all punctuated and bookended by these callbacks to that central iconic memory of hope!!!!! But by the end we realize that the last line “leave tonight or live and die this way” offers only the illusion of a choice: when the narrator first runs away and later when she leaves her husband and kids, she’s still fulfilling her role in this cyclical generational story. God!!"

Fast Car submitted by @smallboyonherbike + @uchihasasukeofficial + @all-our-exploring

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor's Leash

Chapter 2

Alastor paced in his room, his ears laid flat, looking at his mother's number on the phone screen. He didn't want to admit it but… He was scared. Yes, he was afraid of hearing her voice again. Worried it wouldn't sound how he remembered. Terrified she would be disappointed in him. But her letter… She specifically asked him to call her. And he could never tell her no, she was his mother! She gave everything to raise him after his father walked out on them when he was small. He owed her this much at least.

 

He finally pressed the button and felt his whole body run cold and hot at the same time as the dial tone began. He put it on speaker and set it down on his table. His hands were shaking too much to keep hold of it. 

Suddenly, the tone stopped… There was a moment of silence before a sweet woman's voice came through, “Hello?”

“H-hello… Mother.” His voice wavered. He couldn't help it. It was her! She sounded just how he remembered. 

He heard her gasp, “Is… That my baby? You finally called.” She sounded ready to cry on her end too. “Oh Al, how have you been? Are you eating enough? Did you get my recipe book?”

 

“Yes, I've been eating quite well, I have a few friends here who are excellent cooks. And I still remember your jambalaya recipe… Thank you for teaching Zariah your gumbo recipe though. I could never get it quite right.” He started to relax into this conversation, it was just like the ones they'd had in the kitchen when he'd come home from work.

“Of course. And I'm sure she'll get plenty of use out of my book! She's just the sort of darling I'd always hoped you'd end up with dear. If you two have a wedding, you better send me pictures!”

 

“Mother, she's not- it's not like that. She's just a very dear friend of mine…”

“Son, if you're still waiting for ‘miss perfect’, you'll be waiting forever. Zariah treats you well right? She said she wants to be with you forever, and wants to make you happy everyday.”

He sighed, he couldn't argue with her, she was getting into that tone . The one that she used when lecturing him.

 

“You're right as always, and she really does make me happy, when she's not getting in trouble and driving me crazy having to protect her. I just… I don't think I can feel the kind of love she deserves… I'm not… normal.”

“Did she ask ya for normal? Did she ask for the kind of love others can give? Or did she just ask ya to be by her side and love her the way you can?” Her tone became firm, she was not about to let him sabotage a good thing!

 

“The… the latter… I guess I'm just scared I'll mess it up.” He admitted. 

“You're not your father, Al. You're my baby and I raised you right.” He could picture her in his mind, hands on her hips and a stern pout on her face. “I know you didn't forget what I taught you about how to treat a lady, so I know you ain't gonna mess it up in any way you can't fix! Have more faith in yourself! Otherwise I'll come down there and straighten you out!”

 

Fear filled him, “No! Mama, you- you can't! I won't allow you to come to hell! You don't belong here! Please, stay up there, where I know you're safe! Please!” Desperation filled his voice, the fake accent and radio filter dropping off completely.

There was a moment of silence before he heard her sigh, “Alright… Only because I don't want to upset you. But I got a special favor to ask of you, my sunshine.”

He felt himself melt at the endearment she used to call him as a child. “Anything. I'd do anything for you Mama, you know that.” 

 

“Zariah said there's a hotel for sinners trying to get to heaven. And that you're working there… I want you to try and get up here too. Okay? Even if you want to keep going to work there, that's fine but… I'd like you to come up and visit once and awhile.” 

 

“Mama, I-” He was shocked and torn. “I don't deserve redemption, I'm a heartless killer who enjoys it! I don't belong up there. As much as I'd love to see you again… just hearing your voice is more of a blessing than I deserve.”

“Baby boy… my sunshine, please try, for me? I need to hold you again.” She sounded so desperate.

“I… okay, I'll try. But I can't promise anything. There's no proof this silly hotel actually works.”

“Yet you're still there helping people. You're a good man deep down, I know it, so don't call yourself heartless again. Now, I have pottery classes soon, so I gotta let you go for now. But absolutely call me again sometime. At least once a week, or else I'm gonna feel like you've stopped caring about me.”

 

“Mama, I could never stop loving you… I'll try to call every day that I can. I have your voice again, how could I not take advantage of such a blessing?” His smile felt real for once.

“That's my boy… you still got your smile on? I love your smile.” He could picture the smile on her own face.

“Of course, every day I wear it just for you.”

“Good. I look forward to seeing it again. I love you, my sunshine.”

“I love you too, Mama…” 

 

She then hung up and he laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as tears slowly trailed down his smiling face. He had a lot to think about now, but at least his heart felt full.

[atomic-rattz]

guess who

In lipstick on the mirror

Are the lyrics to my obituary

In iambic pentameter, followed parameter

Crossing my eyes, dot my T's

I was delivered holding scissors

I live deliberately, I'm a quitter

And a winner anyway

Cause I never agreed to participate in this game

Won't follow my dreams

No, they've all got me waking up screaming

I can let them go from me

After all there is no "I" in team

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal

I suggest that we keep this informal

Cause a normal human being wouldn't need

To pretend to be normal to be normal

Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya

To be normal in a way I couldn't be

C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

If I could live in third person

Well I don't think life would be much worse than it is

In the current tense, presently

This sentence ending with question marks or dot dot dot

Is it courageous or escapist

To leave the quarantine when you're contagious

It may just be a cold

And besides I don't wanna get old

I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party

When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal

I suggest that we keep this informal

Cause a normal human being wouldn't need

To pretend to be normal to be normal

Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya

To be normal in a way I couldn't be

C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audience

I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight

I want you to look to your left, look to your right

Your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight

And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities

Those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils of the beautiful eyes of the beautiful

Boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight

And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they so seamlessly, like a dreamfully

So beautifully, oh so dutifully

Jam that square peg in the round hole in their heart

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way

That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers

That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve

Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down

I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive

Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them

Exactly the way that everybody else is

I was nothing before so I couldn't have asked to be born

I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then

Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird

So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan

I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal

I suggest that we keep this informal

Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No

To pretend to be normal to be normal

Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya

To be normal in a way I could never be

C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah

C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah

C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

[michaelshelleyenthusiast]

Sorry for the aggressive booping I'm just a Boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight

And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they so seamlessly, like a dreamfully

So beautifully, oh so dutifully

Jam that square peg in the round hole in their heart

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way

That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers

That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve

Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down

I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive

Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them

Exactly the way that everybody else is

I was nothing before so I couldn't have asked to be born

I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then

Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird

So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan

I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal

I suggest that we keep this informal

Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No

To pretend to be normal to be normal

Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya

To be normal in a way I could never be

C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah

C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah

C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

[the-fruity-magical-girls]

Love, Me Normally (David x Reader)

The song: https://youtu.be/yZf7EoV76Po?si=AvmkpZMI-hqckqLz

First ever song fic :]

Enjoy

In lipstick on the mirror

Are the lyrics to my obituary

In iambic pentameter, followed parameter

Crossing my eyes, dot my T's

David awoke in his cabin. The smell of pancakes from the mess hall is in the air. He looked at his clock and saw that he was thirty minutes late! He slept in!

Scrambling out of bed he runs to the bathroom to brush his teeth when he noticed his nails.

They were painted with a shade of green. He remembered last night. Gwen and (Y/N) convinced him to paint his nails with them. He couldn't figure out how to paint them without making a mess. Damn his clumsiness. He started to become flustered as he remembered how (Y/N) grabbed his hand and painted his nails beautifully.

He shook his head and finished getting ready.

He runs over to the mess hall just in time. (Y/N) is serving pancakes to the campers.

"Hey. I'm so sorry I slept in!" David said.

"Don't worry about it. Gwen and I thought you deserved to sleep in. You've been working so hard." (Y/N) replied.

"Oh." David mumbled while slightly blushing.

They were so nice.

I was delivered holding scissors

I live deliberately, I'm a quitter

And a winner anyway

Cause I never agreed to participate in this game

Later in the day the campers were playing a water game in the lake. Expect for Niel, Nikki, and Max, who Gwen was looking for. They were probably up to trouble again.

You were sitting on the ground near the lake watching on when David swims up to you.

"Hey (Y/N)! Jump in!" David exclaimed.

"Nah. I'm good." You replied.

"Aww come on! Please?" David said while giving his best puppy dog eyes.

You almost gave in.

"No."

Almost.

David gives you a cute pout and his eyes light up as he comes up with a great idea!

"Had a bit of a brain wave!" David said getting out of the water.

He picked you up bridal style and jumped in the water with you! You squeak in surprise.

"Hey don't worry I got you." David said still holding you.

"You're a dork." You retort.

"Yeah but you love it." He teased.

You slightly blush at this. He's not wrong. You do love it.

Won't follow my dreams

No, they've all got me waking up screaming

I can let them go from me

After all there is no "I" in team

David sat up from a nightmare breathing heavily. He looked around the room to get his bearings.

"I need to take a walk."

He walks to the lakeside and notices someone in the distance. He walks toward them.

"Couldn't sleep?" (Y/N) asked.

"Yeah. I had a nightmare. What's your excuse?" David said sitting next to them.

"Insomnia."

"Good excuse." David chuckled.

(Y/N) put their head on his shoulder. David blushed at the touch but didn't say anything. He just enjoyed the view.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal

I suggest that we keep this informal

Cause a normal human being wouldn't need

To pretend to be normal to be normal

Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya

To be normal in a way I couldn't be

C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

David walked into your cabin slamming the door. Why was he so ticked?

Oh yeah... He had a meeting with Mr. Campbell. Understandable.

"Davey?"

He flopped on your bed and extended his arms.

"Cuddles. Now." David demanded.

"Oh um... Ok?"

David immediately moved up to you and wrapped his arms around you. For a few minutes it was quiet and peaceful.

"This is nice. We should do this more often." David said.

"Yeah."

If I could live in third person

Well I don't think life would be much worse than it is

In the current tense, presently

This sentence ending with question marks or dot dot dot

"Hey David I need to ask you something." Gwen says.

"Yes Gwen!"

"Do you have a crush on (Y/N)?"

"What?! Um... Uh... No no of course not!" David said blushing.

"Oh my fucking god! You do!" Gwen said with the biggest grin.

"Gwen!" David squeaked flustered.

"Don't worry. Matchmaker Gwen is on the case!" Gwen said before running off.

"What?! No!"

Later on Gwen approached you.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!"

"Yes?"

"Do you have a crush on David?"

"..."

"(Y/N)?"

"..."

"(Y/N) say something."

"Uh..." You became flustered.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!"

"Wait a minute Gwen!"

"Oh I got so many ideas!" Gwen said running to her cabin.

"Gwen... Gwen what do you mean by that?!"

Is it courageous or escapist

To leave the quarantine when you're contagious

It may just be a cold

And besides I don't wanna get old

David and Nikki were sick. Gwen was checking in on Nikki from time to time and you did the same with David. Because David was out of commission you were in charge of the healthy campers.

"Hey Davey... How you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Damn. You're cussing. You must feel awful." 

You say as you took out a thermometer. You take his temperature.

"Man... 100°F... (37°C)... Sorry to say but you're gonna have to stay in bed a bit longer."

"UGH!"

"I know Davey. I know."

You give him a kiss on the forehead and leave. David was lucky that you didn't notice his blush.

I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party

When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave

You went with David to blow off steam and you ended up at the bar. Now turns out when David is drunk he is a flirty drunk.

"You are like... My number one royal... Uh... Person in the world~"

"David. What the Fuck does that mean?"

"I don't know~ Gimme a kiss~"

"No."

"Whhhhhyyyy?!"

"Because I'm tipsy and you're drunk."

"That's fair. You're sooo sweet~ would you kiss me when we're sober?"

You blushed.

"Maybe..."

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal.

"I can't believe Gwen let us leave the camp!"

"Yeah we really should head back-" You cut David off.

"David it's only been 5 minutes! Come on look!" 

You say pointing out a building. A karaoke bar.

You enter bar dragging David behind you.

I suggest that we keep this informal.

The two of you sit at a table.

"Looks like someone is already up there." David stated.

"No shit David."

Cause a normal human being wouldn't need

To pretend to be normal to be normal.

"They're a good singer."

"Yeah but you're better."

David blushed at the compliment.

Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya

To be normal in a way I couldn't be

C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

"You're too sweet..."

The tension is rising....

Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audience

Your heads glanced up. Was this part of the song?

I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight

Yep. Definitely a part of the song. It just felt so targeted.

I want you to look to your left, look to your right

Your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight

You glanced at David and he was staring at you with a pink blush dusting his cheeks.

And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities

Those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils of the beautiful eyes of the beautiful

Boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight

You stare into David's beautiful green eyes as you lean closer...

And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel

David leans in...

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they so seamlessly, like a dreamfully

So beautifully, oh so dutifully

Jam that square peg in the round hole in their heart

You give him a peck on the lips. Not enough to be considered as a "proper" kiss but enough to show him how you feel. David flushed red immediately, like a tomato.

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way

That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers

That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve

Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down

"W-we should get back to the camp!" David said jumping up from his seat.

I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive

Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them

Exactly the way that everybody else is!

You are both sitting in the van as David drive you back to the camp. You don't know what to say so you put on the radio. It's the same song.

I was nothing before so I couldn't have asked to be born

David turned the music down it still lightly playing in the background.

I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then

"Look (Y/N)..."

"I messed up huh?"

Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird

"No no no! You didn't do anything wrong I actually liked it-" David cut himself off blushing heavily.

So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan

"(Y/N)... I have something to tell you..."

I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal

"I think I like you... Um... Romantically... I hope you feel the same..."

I suggest that we keep this informal

You started laughing and David looked heartbroken so you did some damage control by explaining why you were laughing.

"David I kissed you! And you think I don't love you?"

Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No

"Well it could have been a friend kiss!"

You kept laughing as David looked over at you with a soft smile. This feels like a shift in your relationship.

And David won't hear the end of it from Gwen.

To pretend to be normal to be normal

Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya

To be normal in a way I could never be

C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah

C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah

C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally!

C'mon, c'mon, and love me... normally~

[somepancakeonline5377]

I RATHER BE NORMAL OH SO NORMAL!!!! I suggest that we keep this informal~

Cuz a normal human BEEEAINGGG WOULDNT NEED NO HO NOO!! To pretend to be NORMAL TO BE NORMAL!!

WELL I GUESS ITS THE LEAST THAT OWE YA!!!!!

To be loved in my own way that I could never be~

YEAH HE YEAAAAAH

C’mon c’mon yeah I said c’mom yeah

C’mon c’mon yeah-

I SAID C’MON YEAH!!

C’MON C’MON AND LOVE ME NORMALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WOAHOAOHHHHHHH

Yeahehe yeahhh woah yeahhaaaa

C’mon and love me… normallyyy….

[softroundbunny]

(Both parties are over the age of 18 and are consenting).

Oh hi sweetie. How are you this morning? A little tired after yesterday? I wouldn’t doubt it. You work so hard for us. Honestly they need to give you a break. I don’t care if you’re a CEO or whatever, they can’t just expect you to work as often as you do every week. Like they should at least enforce the idea of a weekend away from work once in a while. I know that you have to work harder or else ppl won’t take you seriously. I hate that you do. Just because you worked your way up from the mail room and the head hancho owed you a favor doesn’t make it right that ppl constantly spread filthy rumors about you and him. It’s not fair. And a fat load of good he is at taking care of them too. I know despite that you love your job, but you need a break. It’s difficult to find that time to just say “hey I gotta take a week off” given how quickly things move there. Ya know though if something else were to happen, like a life changing event, surely they wouldn’t expect you to work then right? What? No I don’t mean like a car wreck or something like that. I was thinking like ya know being pregnant. I know we haven’t talked about it much, but I love you so much and having a kid or two or how ever many you want would be just amazing. And you’d make an amazing mom. Plus also maternity leave. You’ve thought about this too? How long have you been thinking about this? A few months? Well I mean how do you feel about it? You do! Oh my god seriously you’ll be the best mom. Oh ya I know it’ll take time to make sure the sperm and egg do their little meet and great and form the zygote and all that, but I know we can do it. Wait what do you mean you know a way to ensure it? A pill? I mean sure I’ve heard of fertility pills before. It’s not like normal ones? Ok you’re not making sense now. Oh you have one on you. It’s pretty looking I’ll say that. Ah just popping it right in well guess we should get started then. Huh what do you mean wai … wait did your chest just get a little bigger? What does that pill do exactly? It makes the body primed and ready for insemination? Well can’t say I’m not liking what I’m seeing so far. Though it looks like your work clothes may not survive the experience. Like wow I knew you had hips, but looks like you ordered them in grande haha. Hey it’s all alright. Honestly thinking of you carrying around our child and seeing your body change and grow was something I was looking forward to. Though um is it me or is your bra leaking? I can see stains growing on your blazer. Woah they sure did get big and woah you’re already producing milk. I’d say you’re primed and ready for carrying our child. Um I guess it’s a bit warm in here, why do you ask? Oh like right here you wanna do it? I mean maybe the couch or … ooof … ok, ok, I’m coming.

(6 months later)

Oh hi there mommy. How’d you sleep? Seems like it went well. Honestly I still can’t believe how much you’ve grown. I thought after the pill that’s be it besides well your stomach growing, but it looks like you’ve really filled out the maternity clothing more and more each day. What do you mean I’m one to talk? I mean sure I’ve had to go up a few sizes, but it’s only because you’re still producing so much milk. No I’m not complaining. I love it and I love you. Stretch marks and all. Here let me bring you over to the couch. That’s it. Right there. Let me get the ottoman too so you can put your feet up. There we go. Now squeeze a lil lotion on my hands so we can soothe your beautiful belly there. Honestly I know it’s been tough, but you’ve never looked more beautiful. I mean it. You have that maternal glow that resonates. I mean ya I love you pregnant why do you ask? Another kid? I mean I’d like to see this one through first is that’s ok, but I’m not against trying for another afterwards. I mean with how we’ve been doing it like bunnies even while you’re pregnant, I don’t see it being a problem when you’re not. Though promise me just one thing ok? Just keep being the wonderful you that you are. Ok then. Now that your belly is all lotioned up let me go and grab some snacks and we can watch a movie. And yes I won’t forget the milk pump either.

wait. this was so. cute. oh my gosh im sad :( THIS WAS CUTE AND FREAKY !! MY FAV TWO THINGS EVER

(i’m cute and freaky) -_-

[chaosmultiverse]

❛  do you want to tell me about your day?  ❜

Cyrus to Stanley!

@the-haunted-office

Stanley was stretched out between a office seat and a desk, he was resting his upper body on the desk while he still sat, he looked over to Cyrus, a small smile.

"Well I'm not sure what qualifies as a day, so jot that down." He said in a light hearted tone.

"But really I've been looking around the office, I've gotten a little curious about just how different mine and yours is and... I have found some stuff, mostly pictures on desks or brands of pens, so I guess my co-workers don't have alternative versions here, or maybe they had different loved ones and brand preferences." He sounded assumed at that last part, that truly one of the big differences between their worlds was people's brand preferences.

"I stopped when my arm was starting to act up. Now what about you? How's your day been?"

[chaosmultiverse]

Stanley's face goes into a flat out disgusted horror at the situation... They hated him, and while Stanley could understand the anger towards what he did to Thursday was anyone here other than Thursday who seemed the least bothered any better? He knew he himself wasn't, sure he would risk his life for people he knew but... In the same shoes as his Narrator? Clueless and scared? Sorry. And then As for Cyrus and Doomsday...

Maybe Cyrus won't do exactly that but also... Stanley's first meeting with him wasn't good either, why does he get off Scott free meanwhile his Narrator is judged for scaring some random Stanley?

And Doomsday, well why did Narrator think he was going to die? And she was... Admittedly prone to being cruel to Cyrus, probably with reason but...

Narrator thought was going to die when he did that, that was also a reason.

Stanley didn't look at all impressed with Cyrus or Doomsday, he blinked a few times at Doomsday and her grin, was this a fucking joke to her?

"Yes I want you guys to get along! I actually fucking need you guys to-" Stanley says, his voice wasn't at a yell yet but Cyrus knew this tone somewhat, it was close to how he sounded when he freaked out about the zending room, he stepped closer to Cyrus & Doomsday.

"-He wanted to leave right away when he found me, I convinced him to stay a few days, I was hoping that would convince him to stay and be free with me but..." Stanley looked to the ground, his posture tight and it looked like he might cry tears of frustration.

"-While I didn't know he already had probably the worst introduction to being free fucking possible! I mean really guys? I- Like okay I get it haha it's funny to mess with a Narrator but fuck guys- Shouldn't you guys have some fucking sympathy? You both were Narrators! Like-" Stanley rised a hand to his forehead

"-fucks sake I have been nicer to some control freak Narrator because he doesn't or at least didn't know where his Stanley was and ya know, I thought: maybe being nice to him while he is going though one of the worst things I can think of a Narrator or Stanley might ya know, improve things!

I-" Stanley looks back at the others "I'm rambling I know, I'm sorry, I am trying to make a point... Look if he doesn't come to like this place and wants to go home... I'm going with him, I don't think I've really made it clear to you guys but...

He means everything to me, and while I love it here and love you guys, I'm not abandoning him, you guys can think whatever you want about him and yeah I'll admit he didn't handle that picture perfect but also who are we kidding I don't know if any of us would do different in his shoes, if I didn't know you Doomsday or Thursday and I was in the situation? Yeah I would have probably done the same.

So yeah sure go ahead and decide you thoughts on him now before you know him for anything other than his worst and judge me for caring about him but... Yeah that's the situation, I want to win him over to not being stuck in that office but... Yeah I don't know if that's happening and I probably won't have made that plea with him if I knew what happened.

I... Just- Fuck for the record if this ends with me heading back to My Office with him you guys are welcome to vist, honestly I encourage it maybe he'll grow on someone, I dunno..."

Stanley stepped back away and was looking to the floor, he felt angry and lost and so alone right now.

"I do not want to lose you guys or him, but I just might." He signs

(This takes place shortly before the crack aka my last ask)

Stanley rounded up the Haunted Office gang he knew best, so Cyrus, Doomsday and Thursday and asked if he could speak with them.

"So you might wonder why I have gathered you all here today-" he signed, they were in the employee breakroom of the 4th floor "Simply I heard you guys meet my Narrator and it... Could have gone better, what happened? I want to... Make sure you guys are not just... Well..."

Stanley shifted awkwardly "I want you guys to get to know him on his own, not just assuming based off his role in The Story, you know?

Well this certainly has an ominous feel to it. The Haunted Office gang has a distinct feeling that something has gone down and they're about to be called to action, and considering all the talks about things Stanley has been experiencing regarding his office, the three each have a suspicion as to what this meeting is about.

...They couldn't be more wrong.

Well, that's not entirely true. Thursday at least had an idea that the meeting with Narrator was going to be involved somehow, but it seems to two guilty parties are left feeling, well... guilty. Although how differently they both handle it becomes immediately apparent.

Thursday opens her mouth to speak, figuring that anything the other two say is going to immediately lead to disaster.

But she is steam-rolled right over by Cyrus and Doom who both start speaking over her and each other.

"Stanley, first of all, we didn't know that was your Narrator," Cyrus begins.

"Ohohoho, your Narrator, Stanley?" Doom cuts in. "We got to know him quite well on our own, actually."

"Doomsday, let me speak-," Cyrus tries to continue. "Stanley, he showed up in our office, and one of the other Stanleys took off running, so we thought he-"

"Why should you get to speak first?" Doom interrupts again. "Your Narrator is a coward, Stanley. Did you know he tried to throw Thursday out for me to kill her instead of him? Says all I need to know about him."

"Well, I can't disagree with her there, Stanley, even if there was a misunderstanding about the other Stanley, but- what are you saying?"

"Oh come on, it's obvious what he's saying," Doomsday snorts, her eyes flashing. "You want us all to get along, isn't that right, Stanley?" she says, grinning at him.

Thursday shoots Stanley an apologetic look, feeling totally helpless here. "So-" she starts, pressing her lips together for a moment. "Okay, obviously we all have some very strong feelings here. Ahahahaha. Stanley?"

[dravidssideblog]

"Hey, have you seen this yet?"

"Huh? 'Poke-Forms'... The hell is this?"

"It's that technology that can transform people into pokemon. It just recently got approved for commercial use."

"THAT stuff!? Ew, that's weird! People are really paying to turn into animals?"

"Well yeah. Haven't you ever wanted to fly, or breathe fire?"

"No thanks, I'll stick to being an actual person."

"Alright. I'm planning on spending a couple days as a mudkip, see what it's like swimming in a body like that."

"A mudkip!? Not even something cool, like a charizard, or gyarados?"

"Evolved forms cost extra. I want to start small, just dip my toes in, you know?"

"Whatever. Have fun crawling on all fours, I guess."

"Hah, maybe I will! Anyway, gotta go, see ya."

"..."

-

"Gah, darn these stubby little- Aha! Hey, you home? You forgot to lock up- ... Uh."

"I can explain."

"Oh, so when I want to be a mudkip for a few days I'm a weird little freak, but when YOU want to be a meowscarada it's apparently different?"

"It IS different! Just let me explain!"

"Okay. Explain."

"... meowscarada is really cool."

"You're a cat."

"I'm a MAGICIAN! See, look at this! I've got powers, and I can do magic tricks and stuff! And I've got a cool mask, and a cape-"

"Those aren't real clothes, you're actually naked."

"I- So are you! And at least I'm standing on two legs! You couldn't even be bothered to be a marshtomp instead."

"Yeah, because evolutions cost extra- ... How much did you spend on this?"

"That... is none of your business."

"We're splitting rent, I think it IS my business. How much did you spend?"

"... 50 days worth."

"WHAT!?"

"I had to! Look, just getting to meowscarada needs 36 days, and then I needed to buy MORE days to actually spend time as meowscarada, and it'd be a waste to spend all that money up front for just a few days, so... I got two extra weeks worth."

"... You're a idiot."

"You did the same thing!"

"No, I bought a few days of transformation to test the waters, and I gotta say, it's a pain in the ass sometimes not having my normal human body! YOU paid for 50 DAYS with NO IDEA how it would feel! Why didn't you pick some 1st stage pokemon to try it out first?"

"I don't WANT to be a 1st stage pokemon, I want to be meowscarada! And hey, I got hands, I got two legs, and I'm almost as tall as I was before. AND check out what I can do with this flower yo-yo-OW!"

"Mhm. Right."

"Okay so I need a little practice, but this is way better than being some tiny, 4-legged beast."

"Tell that to your bank account. Anyway, I'm going to take a nice, long bath, because this tiny body makes water feel GREAT."

"Fine, I'll just be here being an awesome magician with plant powers... Okay, swing it up, then around, then across like- Gah, almost got it..."

-

"Around and around, then watch it waver and waggle, aaaaand how about some loop-de-loops!"

"Okay I know that's on an invisible string, but I still have NO idea how you're moving it like that. You're barely even moving your hands!"

"Hah! Just instinct, practice, and youtube tutorials, my adoring audience! Now let's bring it UP, oop, oh no~ Now where has my flower gone~?"

"Well, you swung it behind your back..."

"Check behind your chair~"

"You couldn't have- Oh my god!"

"HaHA! Never underestimate a master magician! Now, for my next trick, keep an eye on the flower, watch it twirl, until in 3, 2, 1- WHA! *THUD*"

"Whoa, how'd you do that!?"

"Ha ha, very funny, but no, tripping wasn't part of the performance."

"No seriously, you timed that perfectly!"

"Timed wha- ... Why are you so tall? Oh, shit, has it been two weeks already? Damn it!"

"What, is being a floragato so bad?"

"I'm 3 feet tall, you tell me."

"So... What now? Gonna head to the Poke-Forms place and turn back to a human?"

"I guess, but... *sigh*, I spent so much money on this. It'd be such a waste. Maybe I can extend it, get more meowscarada days..?"

"And, what, keep giving the company money for your whole life? And either way, you still won't get to use those... what, 30 extra days you bought?"

"36. And yeah, I guess not. A whole month's worth of days... Gah, I can't just let it go to waste! I mean, I've still got powers! And I'm still mostly humanoid. Better than being a mudkip, at least."

"Disagree on that."

"Shut up. Ah, my flower's turned into a bud. And the vine's so thick and- Oh. Oh, it's got some weight to it, some real momentum! Hey, yeah, I can work with this!"

"So I guess you'll need help reaching the top shelves for a few weeks?"

"Actually, I won't. Observe! Uh, ah, shit, FUCK!"

"... You're cleaning that up."

-

"Hey, short-stuff! Didn't expect to see you here."

"I told you I'd be out tonight."

"Yeah, but at a party? You know everyone can see how small and cute you are, right?"

"Pff, whatever. Just means they're more shocked when they see my tricks! The ladies love the yo-yo, you know~"

"Yeesh, and after you spent days holed up inside because you didn't want to be seen as a meowscarada."

"That was a month ago. I'm used to all this now! Besides, no way I'm staying inside when the sun feels so nice on my fur."

"I keep forgetting you have fur now. Does that like, change how you shower, or..?"

"Oh yeah, I got a whole routine figured out for it."

"Wow, you're really settling into this. I don't think I could stand being a pokemon for more than a week, much less a month."

"It's more than worth it to have these floragato powers. Seriously, I'm like spiderman with this yo-yo!"

"You're about as tall as a spider, too."

"Just makes it easier to move around. And hey, everyone wants to lose weight, right? I've lost nearly 150 pounds!"

"You sure make the most of it, jumping on counters and climbing over the couch. It's like I actually have a pet cat."

"Come on, this cat's way too cool to be your pet."

"You won't be cool for much longer. How many floragato days do you have left now?"

"Oh. Shoot, I dunno. Probably only like 2 or 3..."

"Yeah, that sounds right. Better make the most of it then."

"Good point, absolutely. Hey everyone! Check this shit out!"

-

"Um, hey, so uh..."

"Huh? Oh! Finally out of floragato days, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Need me to drive you to the Poke-Forms place then?"

"... Well... No..."

"Okay. Careful on your way there then, don't want someone deciding to kidnap a pet sprigatito."

"No, I... What I mean is...... it'd be a waste to not use all the days I paid for, right?"

"... You're gonna stay like that?"

"... Yeah."

"For two weeks?"

"Well, I've gotten really used to this. The fur, the paws, watering my leaves-"

"So THAT'S what you were doing with that spray bottle!"

"It's just been a really... interesting experience, being a pokemon. And this was really expensive, I doubt I'll do it again for a long while, so this is my only chance to experience this. I've gotten into the groove of my new body, and I just kinda... don't feel the need to stop. You know?"

"... You mean you like it."

"... Yeah. I like it. That's... That's not weird, is it?"

"It's absolutely weird."

"No- I- Shut up! You're being a dick!"

"Come on, you've been a pokemon for a month and NOW you're scared of being weird?"

"You... make a good point. Heh, I've been a freak all this time, the least I can do is own it... Hey, I don't have hands, can you get breakfast for me?"

"Of course, short-stuff."

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Love Me Normally (Will Wood)

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal/I suggest that we keep this informal/Cause a normal human being wouldn't need/To pretend to be normal to be normal/Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya/To be normal in a way I couldn't be/C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally

"I wanna be normal :(((((("

Little Dark Age (MGMT)

Giddy with delight, seeing what’s to come/The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind/Policemen swear to God, love’s seeping from the guns/I know my friends and I would probably turn and run

"It has such a dark ominous vibe in the music alone. There is so much nuance and double meanings behind the lyrics. It's about mental illness and secrecy. It's about the state of the world and politics. It's about how we're regressing into a "dark age" of intellectual darkness and a lack of "writing" (human art and creativity). It's about the darkness of humanity in general. It's about not being able to hide from the pain of the world or the actions you have taken. It's just so. Gahhgg. No matter how you interpret it, it cuts deep."

[mayonnara]

AND I'D RATHER BE NORMAL, YES, SO NORMAL I SUGGEST THAT WE KEEP THIS INFORMAL' CAUSE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING WOULDN'T NEED TO PRETEND TO BE NORMAL, TO BE NORMAL WELL, I GUESS THAT'S THE LEAST THAT I OWE YA TO BE NORMAL IN A WAY I COULDN'T BE, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH C'MON, C'MON, AND LOVE ME NORMALLY