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urmindisastreamofcolors · 3 years ago

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Back Off: Jake x Reader

A/N: I have writer’s block for part two of the twin’s fight sooo enjoy this one shot until then :)

Your management teams had decided it was a good idea for your band to collaborate with Greta Van Fleet. At first, you all had agreed until it became apparent that you and Jake would never get along. The first week went by pretty well as you all worked on lyrics and different songs, giving each other feedback. When you made a suggestion about a riff Jake was working on, he rolled his eyes and ignored you entirely. You didn’t let it bother you and tried to let it roll off your back, but the thought the Jake wasn’t impressed by your talent or valued your input bothered you a bit.

At the start of the next week, your band recorded an EP track to see how you liked it. After you had finished, all of you sat down to talk through what could be done to improve it and make it award worthy. The constructive process was going well until Sam complimented your riff. Before you could offer your thanks, Jake let out a small sarcastic laugh before leaning back.

“What,” you said with a touch of venom as you narrowed your eyes at him. Not being one to back down from a challenge he returned the glare and licked his lips before speaking.

“Nothing,” Jake said with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders before stretching his arms along the back of the couch he was sitting on, Josh on his left and Danny to his right. Your band mates shared looks of confusion with the other boys at the stare down they were all witnessing.

“Nothing,” you questioned with a lift of your brow matching his energy.

“Yeah. That riff? Made me feel nothing. That was just music on a page.”

Stunned silence filled the room and everyone’s mouths dropped open at the sudden and rude comment. Your mind started racing.

That riff wasn’t there until you had all performed today. In fact, it was a completely organic composition. You didn’t know how to write a riff and you couldn’t even read fucking sheet music. You only knew how to play.

Before you could stop yourself, you were on your feet and so was Jake. Both of you were yelling at each other and really giving each other hell. Finally, the rest of the group got you separated, but the damage had already been done.

The fighting didn’t stop as a whole, but after Danny lost his shit, the yelling eventually did. You both still found the time to be sarcastic assholes and refused to work together unless absolutely forced. On the rare occasions you two didn’t try to kill each other, whatever you came up with was pretty cool, but those moments were short lived. After about a month of the group collaboration, your management teams informed all of you that they had lined up an interview and stressed the importance of it.

“We know some of you...don’t see eye to eye,” your manager, Kara, said carefully while everyone looked directly at you and Jake,”but you’re going to be in partners for this interview and we’re grouping you based on instrument.”

“See, vocals are an instrument Sam,” Josh taunted while his youngest brother rolled his eyes.

You and Jake shared a pained look at the thought of having to sit near each other.

“Do we have to get along during the interview,” you asked as you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

“Yes. You do. So, Josh and Kaylie will go first on Friday. Sammi and Sammy will go next. Then, Danny and Elise. We’ll finish up with y/n and Jake. The interviews should only be 5-10 minutes, so please refrain from killing each other,” Mike, the other manager said. You and Jake shared another look; one that clearly said there were no promises.

The week flew by and next thing you knew, you were sitting in a hair and makeup chair getting finishing touches done. All of your other friends had finished and based off their laughter, it seemed to have went really well. Apparently, your Sammi and Greta Van Fleet’s Sammy were pure chaos which didn’t surprise any of you. It must have had something to do with the name you supposed.

Once you had finished up, you made your way to the chair next to Jake who was waiting on you and apparently trying hard to not look impatient. When he saw you, his eyes widened a bit before he motioned to your seat. Once you had gotten comfortable, he sat down.

“Sorry,” you said to him quietly. This was actually the first time you two had sat next to each other and you could smell his cologne and shampoo. He was an ass to you, but you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. But his attitude? Atrocious.

You fidgeted slightly in your seat to get comfortable for the interview. Suddenly, you both heard the countdown to cue you in and you both began to smile and do the intro.

“Hi! I’m y/f/n y/l/n!”

“And I’m Jake Kiszka!”

“This is our Rockin and Rolling Interview,” you two chorused together. Apparently, you two could be a dynamic duo when you tried hard enough.

The interviewer started asking various questions about stage outfits, hair and makeup, new albums and tour dates which were pretty typical interview topics. You and Jake played your parts and were both equally surprised at your shared sense of humor. You were enjoying yourself when the prying questions started.

When the interview started, you didn’t really notice that weird glimmer in the male interviewer’s eyes or the way he stared at your exposed legs or where the hem of your shorts hit on your thighs. Jake had noticed that a lot of the questions were directed more towards you and he figured it was just to help your band get out there more. More importantly, none of the others had mention weird vibes or the guy being a creep, but you couldn’t deny that you were inexplicably uncomfortable.

“So, y/n, what is it like being single and working with the guys,” the interviewer asked. Your back went ramrod straight as you realized you were cruising in dangerous territory. Jake glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“What does her relationship status have to do with anything,” Jake asked with his eyes narrowed slightly in confusion and the beginning stages of irritability. The next few questions were about zodiac sign compatibility and other flirtatious avenues of discussion and you were finally 100% sure that he was making you uncomfortable. At one point he had asked for how many people you had slept with.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not comfortable answering such personal questions. I think I’m-,” you began to say as you stood up to place the microphone down. Before you could even fully raise out of your set, the interviewer had grabbed you by your arm and yanked your body towards his. You let out a yelp as a warm muscular body wedged itself between you and the weird ass interviewer.

Jake placed a protective hand on your stomach and pushed you back gently putting more space between you and who he perceived as a threat. Without thinking, you put your hand in the middle of his back, right on his spine as you scooted further behind him.

“Back off,” Jake growled out with a scowl. Before the guy could respond, Jake spun to face you, placing his hand in the small of your back before leading you away. You were shaking and tears pricked at your lower lash line, but you willed yourself not to cry.

When you two had made it back to the makeup room where you had all gotten ready, everyone jumped up when they say the look on both of your faces. Kara and Mike tried to ask questions as you grabbed your things, clearly ignoring them.

“We’re leaving right now and that interview had better not fucking air,” Jake practically yelled as he fumed. You two could hear the male interviewer approaching the room you all were in and Jake turned to face the door quickly, blocking you from his view.

“Get him away from her or I’m going to rock his fucking shit. We’re leaving. Now.”

Nobody else held up your mad dash for the SUV outside waiting and already running. Once you were safely secure between, Jake and Josh in the middle row you put your head in your hands while questions flew your way.

“What happened?!”

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Why were you going to deck him, Jake,” Danny finally questioned and everyone sat in stunned silence that Jake had threatened to hurt someone over you. You were still shaken up and felt a sense of relief when Jake took over telling the story.

All you could really think about was his hand in the small of your back and hot he looked pissed. Even more than that, the first feelings of fondness for Jake danced in your stomach. It felt a lot like butterflies.

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muns0n86 · 2 years ago

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Red Lightning | Eddie Munson x OC (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1: Sprinkling of Hellfire

pairings: eddie x fem!oc

synopsis: The night of the Hawkins High championship game and the last session of Eddie’s Cult of Vecna campaign. What could go wrong?

warnings: vague descriptions of violence, mentions of ptsd, short scene where oc is high

word count: 7340

previous chapter: PROLOGUE

a/n: just mentioning again that this will also be up on ao3! (muns0n86) ALSO i was totally bullshitting my way through the d&d scenes so don’t come for me pls. it is not accurate to actual gameplay lol

Thunder boomed in The Palace.

I stopped scribbling on my legal pad and bent over the counter. Within one of the rows of arcade games, a group of young school ditchers were playing an intense game of Dragon’s Lair. From the sound of them, it seemed like they just died for the fourth time in a row.

The one at the joystick looked a lot like Nancy’s brother Mike.

The group as a whole reminded me a lot of, what Steve and I called, the “Core Four” or sometimes “Little Dudes.” Though they really weren’t so little anymore. They were all a bit taller than me now and in their first year of high school.

“You nerds die again?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.

“Mike” looked over, confused, and then nodded, disappointed. “Yeah…”

“You guys’ll get it,” I said. “I know a group that did.” I leaned back onto the chair.

Fridays were usually pretty busy days for The Palace–even if it was a “school day.” But not today, not with Hawkins High’s championship game happening later in the evening. A few kids ditching school had come and gone but the rest of the young demographic were in school, passing the time until the prep rally. I thank God I didn’t have to deal with that bullshit now but, hey, I guess it would beat sitting at this counter doing essentially nothing for 6 hours.

I focused back on my drawing, a crude ballpoint pen sketch of my view of the arcade. I was no Michelangelo but I thought it looked nice. I tore out the page and placed it beside the legal pad, prepping to start another drawing. I looked up. The same view. The same arcade. Nothing interesting. I couldn’t even conjure something up in my imagination. God, this is boring. I tapped my pen on the paper, glancing between my watch and the clock on the wall. Tick, tick, tick. 2:34. I hopped off the counter stool and walked over to Jeff’s office.

“Hey.” I leaned my head in the doorway. “I’m gonna take five.”

Jeff took a minute to register my presence.

Jeff, or Mr. Robinson, as we're supposed to call him, was a cool guy–keeps to himself and his office, makes the rounds with the “customers” when they’re around. He was about my mom’s age. In fact, they went to school together, like the majority of the middle-aged people around Hawkins did. Also, in fact, their acquaintance was the only reason I got this job.

He looked up from his computer and checked the clock. “Might as well take thirty.” He sighed. “Slow day.”

I raised my hands. “Fine with me.”

I walked back over to the counter, pushed up the hinged extension, and headed out. As the door closed behind me, the kids began cheering in victory. Told you you’d get it. I set my hands on my hips and took a deep breath. The air was crisp and laced with the smell of oak trees. Spring was in full swing.

Family Video was right next to The Palace, which meant that 5 days a week, I was a five-second walk away from Steve Harrington–and Robin Buckley during the weekend.

The little bell dangling from the door handle jingled as I strolled in. I looked around. No customers.

I went up to the counter. Keith was on the other side of it, brainlessly watching the TV overhead, his back turned to the front door. Steve, from what I could hear, was rummaging around in their return shelf near the back.

“Hey, nerds,” I said.

No response.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m here to return ‘You’re a Couple of Idiots.’”

“Steve!” Keith called unenthusiastically, not detecting the obviously fake movie name.

Steve’s hair and eyes bobbed up from behind a shelf.

“Dana!” He turned a corner out of the aisle, a tower of tapes tucked under his chin, precariously set on one arm and the other pushing a full cart.

I gave a small wave. “Hey.”

Keith contorted his upper body to look at me behind him. “Oh.” He looked me up and down. “Hey.” Then he went back to watching a rerun of Charlie’s Angels.

Steve passed behind me, disappearing into another aisle.

“Need any help with that?” I asked after him.

“Nah, I got it,” his disembodied voice said.

I picked up the movie catalog and rifled through its pages.

“By the way.” He stretched his arm up where I could see it and pointed in my direction. “I forgot to ask you earlier because Robin was word-vomiting all over the place.” He emerged from the aisle and crossed behind me again, his stack a little shorter. “You going to the game tonight?”

“Maybe. You taking…” Saturday Night Fever, Stars Wars: A New Hope, Superman. “Heather or whatever?”

He lifted his head. “Brenda…” He hesitated, then mumbled, “and the last girl was Heidi,” before ducking behind the Action Films shelf again.

“ Brenda .” I highlight the name in a mental list of all the girls Harrington’s dated, crossing out the previous: Heidi.

“Are you taking anyone to the game?”

Steve and I are, I guess, close friends. We’ve gone through a lot of shit together. Supernatural happenings, monsters, kidnapping, Hawkins. We were best buds back in middle school, when his hair was bigger than his head–not that it’s any less big; then he went to high school ahead of me, got some new friends, and we weren’t really talking much; then best buds again when he wasn’t so much of an ass anymore in senior year. Now, in what should be my first year and his second year in college, I tell him a lot of things, especially now–about family life, existential crises, the nightmares. Things only he could understand. The one thing I refuse to tell him about is my love life, though. His question did in fact bring someone to mind but he’s not exactly the type you’d bring to a basketball game, especially since he calls it “balls-in-laundry-baskets.”

Eddie Munson.

I have been with Eddie Munson since my freshman year. He was a sophomore with a head of shaggy hair that was growing out from a buzzcut. I was the “fresh meat” who tried too hard and nobody cared. We were both outcasts in our own ways–his being more metal than mine–and we found each other. I eventually got to blend in with the crowd a bit but Eddie always remained… Eddie. He would play harmless pranks on the teachers, talk loud and proud about the things he believed in, and play Dungeons & Dragons with the other “freaks.” I hated that word. Freak. But Eddie didn’t care. He wore the identity like a badge of honor, not giving a shit about what other people thought–including Steve; Steve whose big heart unfortunately is still a little judgmental at times.

I haven’t told Eddie anything about the past few years. Not about fighting a Demogorgon in Jonathon’s house, not about beating Billy’s ass in–again–the Byer’s house or going down into a dingy hole to light it up and hurt the Mindflayer, or even about getting stuck in a secret Russian military base underground with Steve and Robin. He was better off not knowing. It was safer this way. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t pain me in some way for him not to know. The days after something crazy would happen, he would see me all banged up and he’d be real concerned and I would just brush it off as the result of some crazy klutz accident. And being who he is, he wouldn’t push further about it–he just wanted me to get better. It pains me even more so now that the trauma of it all seems to be catching up to me. There are days where we’ll be hanging out and I just… disappear in my head–like my mind is just floating. The nights are worse. There’ve been so many times where I’ve woken up in a cold sweat, or I’ve screamed, or I can’t stop shaking no matter how many blankets he puts on me. I told him it’s night terrors that I never really grew out of; he anticipates it now.

So I keep this mutual existence separated.

I tell Steve everything but not about Eddie and I tell Eddie everything but not about what keeps me up at night.

I opened the New Movies selection, wanting to change the subject. “Hey, I didn’t know you guys had…” I named the first one I made out. “‘Back to the Future’ already!”

Steve set down his last under-the-chin tape and walked toward me. He glanced at the mini thumbnail on the page and muttered a quiet, “Yeah…” We continued staring at the page, silently remembering the events of last summer.

Holy shit. I stood at the store front, watching Steve cut through the crowded mall. He was wearing the same exact dopey Scoops Ahoy sailor uniform as mine. As he approached, my palm flew up to my mouth to stifle a hearty snort. He finally made eye contact and rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.”

The straps of the gurney were tight on my wrists and ankles. There was no way for me to move. A light shone directly in my face and I couldn't see beyond it. Everything was hazy.

“Who do you work for?” A deep, accented voice asked for the millionth time.

“I… told you.” I was slurring my words. “I work for a goddamn ice cream shop.”

In a second, the black bite guard was shoved in between my teeth again. There was a repetitive clicking noise then the hum of electricity. It began at a low register and got louder and higher pitched as they turned the dial.

I thrashed and tried to pry my arms free but to no avail. Panic was setting in again and suddenly I registered the dampened sounds coming from either side of me, just on the other sides of the concrete walls. Fists making contact and grunts of pain, then a muffled “Screw you!” and strained screams. Steve and Robin.

Closing in on the sides of my head were gloved hands holding open metal prongs with flat disks on the ends. I braced myself.

Dustin and Erica left us to sit down at the other end of the row. Robin grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bucket on Steve’s lap and shoved her still laughing mouth full of it. I couldn’t even remember why we were laughing but, damn, was it funny. A person in the row behind shushed us. We laughed even more.

“Oh, look, look,” I said, tapping Robin’s shoulder and pointing at the screen.

We shut up for about a second and then Dr. Brown’s white hair was violently blown backwards. Steve giggled like a little girl and Robin snorted and choked on her popcorn. I wiped the tears off of my flushed cheeks.

“I need water,” Robin said hoarsely.

Steve jumped to action like some macho man and led us out the side door in pursuit of a water fountain. When we did find one just outside the theater entrance, he draped himself over the water fountain and gulped down the stream like it was his last chance to drink water ever. Robin and I leaned against the posters waiting for our turn. I stared at Robin’s eyes, which were completely bloodshot. They seemed to move in a weird way on her face. Like her eyelids were breathing or something.

“That’s amazing,” Steve said, sputtering water all over himself.

“So, like, I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything, but I’m pretty sure…” Robin’s eyebrows lifted. “... that mom was trying to bang her son.”

My jaw went slack. Was that what the movie was about?

Steve sputtered again. “Wait, wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keaton’s mom?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” She nudged me. “Right?”

Honestly, I didn’t really understand what the hell she was talking about, I was too focused on her hair that now looked like it was moving on its own. Like long grass in water. So I nodded.

“See!”

“But they’re the same age,” Steve said.

“No, but he went back in time.”

“Then why is it called Back to the Future?” He rebutted.

“He has to go back to the future because he’s in the past. So, the future is actually

the present, which is his time.”

“Wha… What?”

Robin groaned and shoved Steve off the fountain. “No, no, it’s my turn. You’ve had enough.”

“I didn’t understand a word any of you guys said,” I muttered and walked with Steve over to the railing. My head lolled backwards and I caught a glimpse of the lights. “Hey, you guys ever look up at the ceiling?”

The lights of the ceiling seemed to pulsate with glowing halos. Rays shot out of every cell and spun slowly in a trance-inducing manner. It was beautiful.

Steve called over Robin and the three of us stood there taking in the sight.

Then the two started groaning and dashed to the bathroom. Huh, guess they can’t hold their drugs.

I stared out the back of Nancy’s car. The goddamn ugly blob was still following us. Jesus, was it huge but, thankfully, slow.

The walkie-talkie in Robin’s lap was quiet for a second, then it crackled.

“Turn around.” Dustin was… singing?

I twisted around to look at Steve and Robin. What the hell?

“Look at what you see.”

We stared at each other, then back down at the walkie.

“In her face… The mirror of your dreams.” Suzie’s voice chimed in. “Make believe I’m everywhere, given in the light, written on the pages is, the answer to… a Neverending Story!”

Are you kidding me?

Without looking, I picked up the fireworks from the basket and lit the fuses. I tossed one to Steve and handed one to Robin.

“Hey, asshole!” Steve yelled at the Mindflayer. “Over here!” He threw the firework over the railing and the explosive blew up in its face, sending sparks everywhere.

Robin threw hers and I threw mine. I reached back down into the basket.

“Shit,” I muttered. “Steve!”

He looked back at me frantically. I tilted up the basket. Empty. Robin and I shared a glance. No more fireworks. No more time. Steve grabbed the walkie and screamed into it. “Dustin! We’re out of time!”

He was the first to look away and, maybe not so unconsciously, he rubbed the spot on his rib that had been pummeled and broken.

I closed the catalog and pushed it away. “No. I’m not taking anyone. I’m not going, anyway.”

“What?” He leaned his back against the counter. “Come on, Sinclair’s playing tonight. And the band is gonna be there, so Robin’s gonna be in full dork attire.”

“Look, I’ll try to slip in if I can.” I shrugged, turning around to lean on the counter like him. “But I got something else going on tonight.”

“What could be more important than the championship game?”

I squinted at him. I can’t tell if you’re joking. “A lot of things, Harrington. A lot of things.” In truth, it was D&D with Hellfire. It was the last session of Eddie’s Cult of Vecna campaign.

He rolled his eyes. “Anyways, since Robin didn’t want to, we need to talk about Vickie returning Fast Times–”

“At 53 minutes and 5 seconds?”

We stared at each other until we both broke out in stifled smiles.

“Boobies,” he whispered.

“Boobies.”

The clock was already chiming for 6PM by the time I got home.

I clambered up the stairs, toward my room. Once I locked the door, I dropped my belongings on the floor, kicked my shoes off, and started undressing. Shit, shit, shit. I had to be at the school auditorium in 20 minutes.

“Dana? Is that you?” Mom called from across the hall.

“Yeah, Mom!” I yelled back. “Who else would it be?” I whispered to the air.

She knocked gently on my door. “I just got back from aerobics. You heading out?”

“Yup, Hellfire meeting tonight!” I replied, yanking my shirt over my head.

“Alright, well, I’m gonna hop in the shower so lock the door behind you.” Her footsteps retreated. “Keys are in the kitchen!”

I chucked my shirt into the empty hamper and rummaged through my drawers to find my Hellfire shirt. Where the hell is it? I opened my mouth to ask Mom if she knew where it was but then the water kicked on and I knew I’d have to look for it myself. Still only in my jeans and bra, I ran down to the basement, where the washer and dryer were rumbling away. She must’ve grabbed it. I threw open the lid of the washer first. Inside, the clothes sloshed around in the watery suds. I could make out two of my work vests, some of Mom’s and my own miscellaneous clothing, and Mom’s aerobics clothes. I shut its lid and threw open the dryer. Gray crew socks, dark wash jeans, black undershirts, and the Hellfire shirt. I fished it out from the spinning mass and felt it in my hands.

“Damn it.” Still damp.

I glanced at my watch. 6:05. Gotta go. I ran back to my room and dove for the box underneath my bed. It was full of stuff that Eddie “accidentally” left behind–a few of them being: one of his lighters, numerous guitar picks, some tapes he wanted me to listen to, and a spare Hellfire shirt from when we made the first batch here at the house. I shoved the box back under the bed and got up off the floor. I brought the shirt up to my nose and took a small whiff. It smelled like cigarettes. I reached for a bottle of perfume on the dresser, held the shirt an arms length away, and sprayed away. I sniffed it again. Floral perfume with undernotes of teenage rebellion. It would have to do.

By 6:10, I was in my car, speeding toward Hawkins High–hair a mess, overly-perfumed shirt on, binder of sheet music in the passenger seat.

I crossed the parking lot to the other wing of the school, beside where the championship game was being held. From the looks of it, beside some stragglers catching a last minute smoke, the crowd had already funneled in to watch. Good . That meant Steve wasn’t gonna catch me in the act of abandoning Lucas’ game. I knew he’d be upset that I was ditching him and what could possibly be Lucas’ big night for a Dungeons and Dragons session with Mike, Dustin, and… Eddie.

I paused at what I recognized to be Steve’s car and bit my lip. Maybe I can watch for just a couple minutes. 6:16. I can spare a few minutes.

The gymnasium was jam packed with people. The energy was buzzing with excitement. The cheerleaders were riling up the crowd with their pom-poms, the band played the school anthem, and people were holding up signs in support of the Hawkins team. If there is one thing Hawkins knows how to do, it’s make a big deal out of a small event.

I scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Steve was up on the bleachers with… Bailey? Bonnie? Robin was indeed in her full dorky band uniform, standing beside Vickie. Lucas was on the bench, where, for his sake, I hoped he wouldn’t be for the whole night. I noticed that neither of his parents were there nor his sister. Max wasn’t present, either.

“Hey!” Nancy. “Steve said you weren’t gonna make it tonight!” I could barely hear her over the noise. She tucked her notepad under her arm and gave me a small hug.

“I know!” I yelled back. “But I decided that I could at least show my face, you know?”

The trumpet section started and Nancy had to talk directly into my ear. “You aren’t staying?”

I shook my head with an apologetic smile and she nodded sympathetically before heading back over to her journalist group. Steve spotted me and waved his arm over his head to say hello, which prompted Robin to do the same. I waved back.

“Everyone now please rise for our national anthem,” Principal Higgins spoke into the mic. “Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own… Tammy Thompson!”

Walking in like a superstar was Tammy Thomspon, dressed in what I could only describe as a Madonna/Cyndi Lauper type getup. My eyes could’ve popped out of my head. And when I made eye contact with Steve and Robin, theirs could've done the same thing. Then she started singing. Jesus. Christ. I looked back up at Steve, who turned his head slowly and glanced between me and Robin.

“Muppet,” he mouthed.

Principal Higgins looked over his shoulder at me as I stifled a giggle. I pretended to yawn and flashed him a smile. I eyed the time on the board. 6:21. Shit. I waved a hand to catch Robin’s attention. When she looked over, I pointed at Tammy and mouthed, “Tell me all about it later!”

I burst into the other wing, sprinted to the auditorium, and snuck in through the backstage door. The boys appeared to be already prepped for the night. Eddie was seated at the head of the foldout table, on the throne left behind on stage from the end-of-year play, with his goons standing around like they usually do. Behind Eddie, the Hellfire Club sign was hanging off of a turret of the castle facade. Gareth, who worked Audio/Visual for the play, had turned on the stage lights to a dim and moody setting. They also set up red candles all around the area. They had done a decent job of making the place adventure ready.

“Sorry I’m late!” I said, as I made my way to the grand piano at the edge of the stage.

The boys started talking over each other, making exaggerated complaints like they usually did if I was a little tardy. I smiled and brushed them off.

Eddie looked up from his handbook and poorly feigned concern. “Thought we weren’t gonna have music tonight.” He pushed back his chair and sauntered over to stand beside me. He was backlit by a red spotlight and his figure cast a shadow over mine. But I could still detect that mischievous look in his eye. “You ready?”

I unlatched the needed sheets from the binder and spread them out on the stand. “Duh.” I tilted my chin to look up at him. “Got a bunch of new music just for you.”

He seated himself next to me. “Just for me, huh?” He slung an arm around my shoulders and started skimming his eyes over the music. “All originals?”

“All originals,” I replied. I couldn’t quite gauge his reaction yet. When Eddie was concentrating, he would kinda look like a deer in headlights. His eyes would go a bit wide, trying to really take in whatever visual information he can get. Like a little kid.

After another short moment of silence, he turned his head to look at me and smiled softly. God, I love that smile. He brought his hand up to my head and planted a gentle kiss above my eyebrow. “You amaze me,” he whispered in my ear. “And you smell good.”

I nudged him with my elbow and rolled my eyes. After all these years, I still get a bit flustered when he’d say things like that.

“Get a room!” Jeff yelled and the others hollered and moaned.

Eddie, still hovering over the crook of my neck, stuck his arm out toward them and gave them the finger. Shaking his head, he stuck his tongue in his cheek and headed back to his throne. “Alright! Where the hell is Henderson and Wheeler? They better have a damn proper sub.”

The room was completely silent, except for the humming of the lights. Mike and Dustin had entered the room–followed by Erica Sinclair, wearing the American flag on her back. They looked prepared for battle. I turned to fully face the scene and smirked. Erica… Of course. I had almost forgotten that Erica slowly took Lucas’ place in the D&D home sessions with Mike and Dustin. This is gonna be interesting.

Eddie stared at them, contemplating. Then he blurted out, cockily. “Absolutely not.”

“You asked for a sub,” Dustin said. “We delivered.” He gestured to Erica. I pursed my lips. He was going to need more than just delivering to win Eddie’s approval for a sub. Before Mike, Dustin, and Lucas joined, when Eddie was appointed the new Dungeon Master, Gareth tried to bring in a sub, too. Some poor kid he roped in from his theater class’ backstage crew. It did not end well.

Eddie leaned forward, amused. “This is Hellfire Club. Not Babysitting Club.” No, that would be Steve’s department.

“I’m eleven, you long-haired freak,” Erica replied. I leaned an elbow against the edge of the piano and smothered a smile. I was reminded of Star Court and her… friendly first exchange with that Murray Bauman guy.

“My, my, the child speaks.” Eddie’s eyes were glimmering now with the opportunity of a verbal challenge. He walked up to her. “So… what’s your name, child?”

“Erica Sinclair.”

He smirked. “So this is Sinclair’s infamous sister.”

“He’s sharp,” she said to Dustin and Mike. The boys shared a chuckle, which was cut short by one glare from Eddie.

He bent over to her height. “What’s your class and level? Level one, dwarf?”

Erica gripped her handbook tighter. “My name is Lady Applejack. And I’m a chaotic good half-elf rogue, level 14. And I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison soaked Kukri. And I’ll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So we gonna do this or we gonna keep chitchatting like this is your mommy’s book club?”

I banged out some ominous chords to break the tension. Eddie glanced back at me. “Come on. She can handle it.”

Tipping her head to the side to make eye contact, Erica waved. “Hi, Dana.”

I waved back. “Hi, Erica.”

Eddie looked back and forth between me and Erica. “Fast friends, huh?”

“You have no idea, freak.”

The tough look on his face transformed into an impressed smile. He extended his hand. “Welcome to Hellfire.”

We were all on the edge of our seats. My hands fluttered on the keys, a slow and ominous tune pouring out of the piano. The candles lapped at the stagnant air. In a menacing tone, Eddie narrated his campaign.

“Hail Lord Vecna,” he growled. “They turn to you… remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar.” He lowered his voice further. “But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else… He is not only missing his left arm.” He lifted himself out of his throne and folded his left arm behind him, his right coming up slowly over his head. “But his left eye!”

The Club broke into an uproar as I transitioned to the next sheet of music, appropriately named “Vecna.”

Eddie, still covering his eye, looked back at me with that stupid wide grin. It was just like he had planned. They didn’t suspect a thing.

“Then they take off their hoods and…” Eddie trailed off the end of his twenty minute D&D narration ramble. He was telling me about the next part of his campaign. He stopped pacing and stood at the end of my bed, his fists raised like he’s about to take off a metaphysical hood. “And…”

“And what?” I asked, readjusting my seated position to face him. “What happens next?” I wasn’t fully comprehending what he was saying because of the cold medicine, but I liked the sound of his voice and how he told stories. He gave all the different characters their own voices and described their appearances to full detail. He would make the sound effects of all the weapons and magical trills of enchantments and spells. He was a great storyteller.

He rapped his fist on the open pages of his handbook. “I’m not sure.”

“You aren’t sure?” I squinted at him. “You, Dungeon Master. Are. Not. Sure.”

“That,” he said with a raised brow and a smirk, “is not helping… But I was thinking maybe a chaotic evil oracle like the one from–”

“What if you brought Vecna back? He was interesting. Sure, Kas killed him but Vecna’s cult is full of wizards and necromancers and shit, right? He can be like… a cat with nine lives.”

He returned the hard squint.

“What? You think I’ve just been sitting pretty for the past five years at Hellfire?” I rubbed my nose. “I can come up with some pretty sick campaigns if I wanted to.”

Eddie laughed and shook his head. “I have no doubt in my mind.”

“Vecna’s dead!”

“So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought.” Eddie held up the Vecna game piece and slammed it down on the board. “But Vecna lives!”

They stared at the board in disbelief. I could see the gears turning in each of their heads.

“So what’s the plan here, my loyal minions?”

Dustin finally moved his hand off his mouth. “I say we fight.”

“To the death,” Erica said. Then they started chanting the phrase in unison. To the death.

Eddie slumped back down in his throne, satisfied with himself. I gave out a howl as I played the intense build up of “Vecna.”

The fight was getting more and more perilous. Vecna was down to only 15 hit points but the group would be risking their already mercilessly low hit points, too. If they didn’t kill Vecna in the next couple rounds, that would be it.

“Time out! Time out!”

Gareth scrambled for the far edge of the stage curtain and motioned for the rest to join him. They huddled up and started prattling on about their battle strategy. Meanwhile, Eddie got up to stretch his legs and I took a sip of water.

I watched Eddie over the lip of the plastic cup. He was faced away from me, still eyeing the group. He stretched his arms over his head, elongating his torso, and his shirt lifted up ever so slightly. His muscles flexed and dimples formed at the base of his spine. Just above them, the edge of a tattoo on the small of his back peeked out from under the hem. I knew that tattoo well. I drew it up and put it there in junior year with a needle and ink Eddie got from a friend. An iteration of Kas the Bloody-Handed’s sword. The border of the tattoo was kinda blown out now because I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but Eddie thought it still looked cool.

Eddie crossed his arms and turned around. “Hey, I’m not paying you to sit around,” he said, puffing out his chest like a cartoon businessman.

I rolled my eyes overdramatically. “You don’t pay me at all.”

“Maybe I should start.” He leaned forward on the piano. “How much we thinking?”

“Ah, I don’t know…” I drummed my fingers on my chin. “Hourly rate of like five bucks? And then maybe a couple thou’ to cover the past few years?”

“Damn,” he said. “Hard bargain. Better be worth it.”

“Oh, I am.” I paused. “Or if you don’t want to go into debt… you could just come see me later. That should make up for it.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up and he rolled his shoulders back. The corners of his lips curled up as he ran his tongue over his teeth. “Alright, let’s wrap this shit up.” He turned on his heel and went back to his throne.

Erica rattled the D20 in her hands.

The boys hovered around her, pleading with the invisible forces of fate, destiny, and nature.

“Please!”

“Come on!”

She let it fly.

My hands lifted from the keys–I, too, was engrossed in the rolling dice.

Breath bated.

“Please!”

“Come on!”

Come on.

The dice stopped.

They froze.

“What?!” I screamed, pushing back the bench. “What is it?!”

Erica raised her arms. “Crit hit!”

We broke out in hearty cheers. The boys hugged each other like a band of brothers, while Erica stood front and center, hands on her hips like a proud warrior. I gave them the applause they deserved. Eddie bowed and extended his arms to them. Good game.

�� “Alright, freaks, I will see you all in two weeks.”

Eddie waved them off as they headed out into the hallway. The door whined shut and he got back to cleaning up. We puttered around quietly. He folded up his handbook, the game board, the plastic table. I blew out the candles and put them back in the prop closet, setting them on the floor to make sure the melted wax didn’t get anywhere. He squared up my sheet music and clipped them back in my binder. I pushed Eddie’s throne flush against the plywood turret and stood on it to take down the Hellfire Club sign.

This was a part of Hellfire I enjoyed deeply. Both of us hopped up off excitement but drained from the social interaction, silently doing our civilian duty and cleaning up after ourselves. I loved when our minds were consumed by our tasks and we kept passing by one another like two pinballs bouncing around a platform. When he needed to put something away but I was standing in front of the thing’s destination, he would stand right behind and reach his arm around me and I could feel him breathe in my ear. If he needed to squeeze by, he’d put his hands on my waist or my back or my hip ever so gently. Something about this almost-weekly routine felt so… right. I always imagined this is what it would be like when we moved out of Hawkins and got our own place and had friends over for dinner. I hoped this is what it would be like.

“M’lady,” Eddie said, holding out a hand for me to take.

“Kind sir,” I replied, stepping off the chair. I curtsied then crossed the stage to shove the sign up on a bookshelf. Eddie trailed behind with my bag.

“Hey, uh…” He glanced at his watch. “I’ll see you later, alright? I gotta see Chrissy Cunningham about something.”

I spun around, stunned. “Chrissy? What’s that about?”

Chrissy Cunningham. The girl destined to be senior queen bee of Hawkins High since middle school. She was a nice girl, a couple years younger than me, Eddie, and Steve, always sweet, even when others gave her looks behind her back.

“It’s nothing.” He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me in. “I’ll be real quick and come straight to see you. I promise.”

I held my face up to his, almost brushing our lips together. “Straight to see me.”

He stared at my mouth. His lips parted and he took in a sharp breath. “Straight to see you.”

I walked out of the wing, a wall of chilly night wind hitting my face. People were streaming out of the school and into their cars. It seemed as if our team won the championship for once. Tonight’s athletes, still glistening with sweat, were congratulating each other and being congratulated by parents and peers. A little further down the lot, I spotted Jason and his jerks barreling into their van. Lucas followed behind. Christ. Lucas. He didn’t look happy.

“Dana!”

Steve waved from his car. I waved back. Please don’t– He ran up to me.

“Lucas– Holy shit!” He pushed his wild hair back. “You should’ve seen him! He was flying!”

I grabbed Steve’s shoulders. “He was off the bench?!”

“He wasn’t just off the bench, he sunk the winning shot!”

Shit. “He sunk the winning shot?” My arms sank to my sides. The squeal of Jason’s van cut through the murmuring in the parking lot. “I missed it?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s smiles wavered. “Where the hell were you?”

“I… just went to see Mike and Dustin,” I said.

“So… you missed Lucas’ first game to sit in on their game of D-and-D… which they do every week.”

“I didn’t sit in. I just–”

“Steve!” His date called from inside his car. We glanced at her, then back at each other.

“Linda’s calling you,” I muttered.

He stared down at me and shook his head. “Brenda! Her name is Brenda.”

I didn’t know what to say and we stood in silence like we did at the video store. Then he walked away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said over his shoulder.

“Steve–” Too late. He got into his car. “Goddamn it.”

I knew how much the kids meant to him. With his parents? It’s no wonder. And I knew it meant a lot for me to be there, too. We were the “Babysitters” after all. I wanted to kick myself.

I’d apologize to him tomorrow. Lucas, too.

But, first, a shower.

Back at home, Mom was down the hall brushing her teeth, while I settled in my room to wait for Eddie. I picked up my dirty clothes from the floor and tossed them into the hamper, catching the scent of the Hellfire shirt in my nose. The floral perfume had worn off a bit, leaving it with the smell of cigarettes again. I sniffed my arm to make sure the shower had removed that smell from my skin. It did.

I transferred the clutter off the bed and nestled in the comforter, squeezing the excess water from my hair with a small towel.

“Dana, I’m heading to bed!” Mom yelled from her room.

“Okay, ‘night!”

I picked up the college pamphlet on my bedside table and leafed through it. It was for Hawkins Community College. Steve, unable to go to any hotshot schools because of his grades, was thinking of attending here, too, but he preferred working better. I should’ve applied last year–I meant to, I really did–but I felt like I needed to be working toward a goal, which I didn’t have. Like Steve, I took a gap year to “find myself” before committing to school again. Now, a year later, still haven’t found myself, I think. Mom didn’t push me about it but I could tell she wished I was doing more with my life. I can’t say that I didn’t wish the same, either.

Outside, I heard a familiar engine revving up the road.

It stopped in front of the house.

Then a familiar knock came from the window.

Eddie.

I stood up, walked over to the window, and pushed aside the curtain. I smiled. Out on the roof, Eddie was sitting there with his knees tucked up to his chest. He whipped his head toward me. His eyes were wide– No…

Wild.

My smile dropped. I have seen these eyes before in the mirror, when I wake up from a nightmare or I get spooked by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

Scared.

I pushed up the pane. I glanced over at the yard, where his truck had dug up a patch of grass at the corner of the driveway. “Eddie?”

His eyes softened. “Something bad happened… Something really bad."

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maxymylli0n · 2 years ago

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Let me rant about Stranger Things Season 4 Volume 1. This is your spoiler warning if you have not watched the season yet and also your general warning that these are my thoughts and opinions on some stuff, if you are nice and can talk about it nicely, I encourage discussions. But if you are only going to be mean and condescending, trust me when I say I won’t even give you the time of day. So here, enjoy my ramblings about the recent season:

Jonathan is NOT being a bad boyfriend. You need to understand that he does not want to leave his family behind. It is not even entirely wrong that he is not opening this up to Nancy as he has not even figured it out himself. Both of their feelings are valid: Nancy is frustrated that they have no communication and Jonathan has this burden. It’s actually so sweet that he’s even opening this up to Argyle to get advice as he really needs help with it.

Argyle not tolerating his behaviour is admirable! Most media will portray a guy friend just being nonchalant and giving advice to just end it and him actually listening to Jonathan and giving helpful advice is so cute.

ARGYLE IS SWEET AND LOYAL. NO ONE TOUCH THIS MAN. HE IS TO BE PROTECTED.

Jason being so upset and revengeful for his girlfriend’s death makes sense. It’s not right to take the matter into his own hands of course. His actions are not excused, but why he’s acting this way makes sense from someone who had got lost someone. Especially with the cops being dismissive about the happenings.

Idk how some of you are deciphering that Chrissy and Jason’s relationship was not healthy like the only clip we saw of them was actually cute? The way he said I love you in front of the entire school? Other than that, nothing else. So I don’t understand how people are saying Eddie deserved her more. Yes, Eddie was nice to her but how do you guys know Jason was not treating her right?

As much as y’all are mad at Lucas for hanging out with the “cool kids”, I am as equally frustrated with Mike, Dustin, and Erica in this matter for missing his game. I understand the campaign is important but not being able to support your friend with his endeavours is also shitty of you.

Do not fucking mention to me that they are easily playing DnD with Eddie when they refused to do that with Will all of Season 3.

I’m not saying it’s absurd that 001 was ((born)) with his powers or harnessed it or whatever. Not believing that in a world that has literal monsters in it is just ignorant. It’s just that I’m very confused about it: did he study on how to do it? Was he born with it and just needed to learn how to bring it out? Like what exactly, how exactly. It’s not like there’s books on the topic.

Why did Nancy get a front row seat to his backstory huh why was she so special? HMMMMMMM.

If there is a gate at every murder site in Hawkins, wouldn’t that mean that there is a wide ass gate in the middle of the road where Fred died???????? Like?

Murray is the actual MVP this season. Imagine flying out to California to help Joyce fly to Alaska then unexpectedly to Russia in a kill-thyself mission?? We love our karate man.

YURI CAN BE EATEN BY BEARS, I DON’T CARE.

Staying in that storyline, my homie Joyce would lose her shit once she comes home: house destroyed, kids missing, one taken. I can’t imagine her reaction man.

Antonov can shout at me anytime of the day.

Can we actually applaud Hopper for still being alive at this point? My man was tortured for days?? Weeks?? Captured, tried to escape and then beaten again? Was betrayed with Antonov and THEN beaten again? Man of Steel right there.

Will being the most absolute supportive brother figure to El literally melts me. Especially knowing he likes the boyfriend and he still chooses to love and care for her.

Dustin, my favorite child, always is the one to figure out everything and I swear to god if this person was absent or something, no one in this group would get what’s going on. Nancy might, but even her knowledge about these stuff is limited.

Angela can get an ice skate to the face, I don’t fucking care. (I’m kidding. What El did was assault, please do not do that, kids.)

Mike being confused with what happened at the rink IS NOT HIS FAULT AND NOT HIM PUTTING THE BLAME ON EL. Yes, the “El, what did you do?” line is really bad. But do you blame him? What he knew was that Angela was El’s friend. Yeah, he saw the whole spilling chocolate drink chaos but no one is explaining to this boy that they aren’t really friends. My guy Will also did not know El was lying to Mike. Like did y’all not see the begging to stop the music? The frantically running towards El? The trying so hard to look for her after what happened? My guy was all around confused because not only did he not have any idea with what’s going on with El, Will also had something against him and he was bombarded with all this burden.

Eddie has my whole fucking heart. I’m so scared for him because even if they do defeat Vecna in Volume 2, people would still need an explanation for the murders. Unless, Jason steps up and teams up with them and sees everyone, I doubt my guy Eddie would be safe :(

Eddie and I can add more stains to the bed, idc.

Eddie being a nerd is what I love about him. He was passionate about something he likes. He’s a little weird and rough around the edges but he’s nice and such a sweetheart. Might I add, actually funny.

Max accepting her end broke me. How she wrote goodbye letters already, how she practically said goodbye to her mum as well, the letter to Billy. The fact that she was trying so hard to hold on as well. I love this kid.

Side note: She had a letter for Steve :’)

ROBIN BEING SO COMFORTABLE AROUND STEVE!! I LOVE THEM!!

This is the bare minimum for an ally but Steve not outing Robin to everyone to reason why they’re not dating is one of my favorite subtle things this season. As he should of course but you kind of do not expect that from a guy not exposed to that idea so I’m happy.

Please stop making Stancy happen again. I would accept it if there’s no Jonathan as Steve is a completely different person now and has changed. BUT that’s the thing: Jonathan. Please DO NOT cheat on this boy as that would also make me hate Steve because he let it happen (if it happens). Leave Jancy alone.

I’m confused as to why Erica is still confused with everything. She was already involved in Season 3, why we gotta run it through you again homie. I love you but let’s keep up yeah?

Robin is actually very smart and loyal as well. I love the scene where Nancy did not think twice jumping in, but honestly Robin was the one that did not hesitate for both Nancy and Steve. Nancy took seven seconds though. Yes, I counted. We pan back to Robin and she’s already setting herself to dive in.

Robin was quick and smart to figure out the music theory. I’m glad she was fast with that or Max is gone.

Jason witnessing the very gruesome death of one of his best friends is unexplainable to him. A guy who isn’t aware of the upside down’s only explanation about this would be a cult or some kind of ritual sacrifice. The whole shit of about it was cringey but I get it, he doesn't know shit and then SEEING THAT? What would you think?

Papa / Dr. Brenner’s actor is actually really attractive. Just gotta let that out there.

Y’all gotta let my girl El live! Please! Baby is so traumatized already and she had to relive it. Give her a break! The only upside to her “training” is that she can find comfort in knowing it was not her that did the massacre.

Susie is a GENUIS. How they knew where you she lived in beyond me but that’s not much an important detail here. Her deciphering everything and being able to crack the code is girlboss energy. We love. She deserves to have a scene with all the kids.

Vecna / 001 can get it.

My guy, it’s funny though, imagine getting outpowered by a literal child 💀

A big shout out to Robert Englund, the one and only Freddie Kruger being here.

I started off hating this season because I did not like how we were entering the “Haunted House” genre. It was later on that we realize that well, it was not a demon possessing the house, but a hot guy who is different and not like other guys a child who apparently has powers and have this if-you-die, you-will-truly-be-free-mindset.

Last point: The Duffer brothers and the Stranger Things should learn to SHUT UP in giving spoilers PLEASE. I love Noah Schnapp but damn please do not let this boy go on an interview again. And the Duffer brothers confirming this character is safe and this and that like PLEASE. No context clues, I want to get in there and be in the dark.

Very last general point: As much as we hate our favorite characters dying in a series/movie, the inevitability of death explains mortality and equal odds between the good and bad guys - it makes the show great. It’ll be boring if the ones we root for always win. This is why Game of Thrones was (once) a great show, death of people you were rooting for caught you off guard so much. With Stranger Things, everybody cares for everyone and anyone that would die either because of sacrifice or stupidity or even “for the greater good”, it makes sense because that’s the way they are and they will.

P.S. I will be editing this from time to time to add on to things when it triggers my thought process so have fun!

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mattpoitrass7thgoal · 3 years ago

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Bruins as things my dad’s jockey, Bruno, has done

Patrice Bergeron- managed to talk his way down in a speeding ticket from 126 to 109 so he got the lesser fine

Charlie Coyle- doesn’t understand the concept of distance and distance to drive in Australia. Like everything is far away and he doesn’t get it

Trent Frederic- got off a horse after a race and asked us what we thought and we had to remind him that he has to tell us his opinion

Tomas Nosek- refuses to talk to me half the time but if im not there he will be asking dad all these question about me

Craig Smith- is 35 but looks in his early 20s

Anton Blidh- only let us pay him in milk and juice for 8 months

Jake DeBrusk- Let his car run out of petrol 2 days in a row

Nick Foligno- his name is actually Cesar but he thinks Bruno is a cooler name

Taylor Hall- second day he let his car run out of petrol he went to a petrol station before leaving this town we were racing in and instead of getting petrol when his car was low and we were 2.5hours away from home, he decided to buy a burger and coffee instead

Erik Haula- made his other boss buy him a coffee machine so he can have an espresso in the morning

Curtis Lazar- Went into a service station and brought 5 burgers because he needed to put on 2kg before the race

Brad Marchand- nearly hit me with a quadbike one day

David Pastrnak- 2nd day his car run out of petrol we brought him a jerrycan and he told us there was a petrol station 16km down the road, i told him there was not and he said i was lying even though i had driven that road for 2 weeks straight going to my placement an hour away and knew there was no petrol station and the next one was 60km in our home town

Chris Wagner- is married but his wife lives in Brazil still, actually don’t know if he is still married that im confused on

Brandon Carlo- just really tall for no reason

Connor Clifton- absolute cowboy

Derek Forbort- just a quiet guy

Matt Grzelcyk- buys his mother back in Brazil breakfast on ubereats every second day

Hampus Lindholm- he has really nice hair

Charlie McAvoy- called someone a fucking bitch one day because they wouldn’t do something for someone else

Mike Reilly- use to bow to me after he got off the horses

Jeremy Swayman- always wears this one hat and it annoys me

Linus Ullmark- one time stopped Mike in the middle of track work so he could take a picture of the moon

(Me, Mike and Bruno for fun)

#this is basically a shitpost

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calpalirwin · 3 years ago

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Let The Walls Break Down

Summary: Calum gets over his skepticism

Word Count: 2.7k

And away, and away we go!

“It’s almost impossible. Love sucks. Don’t try it. It’s a scam.”

That had been Calum’s general thoughts on relationships since the two of you called it quits. The “almost” bit was in admittance that 1.) your relationship had been amicable from start to finish, in fact the two of you were still close with each other, and 2.) he knew love worked for some people, however he didn’t view himself as one of those some.

Being close to Calum post breakup meant you had a front row seat to the man’s brief stints at romance, which was a nice way of saying “endless stream of one night stands.” The flip side was he had a front row seat to your own count of nameless men. While in the beginning, the others in your friend group joked in hushed tones that it was an act on both your parts to stir up jealousy, the longer it went on without any animosity building up between you and Calum, the more the whispers died down until they disappeared all together. Because the simple truth was that the one night stands were just about sex. After all, you and Calum had learned together that the two of you were too busy for anything more than casual sex. A lesson both of you considered well-learned until Michael got engaged and flipped everything into a new perspective.

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love,” you said after Crystal recounted all the details and you stopped squealing in excitement for her. “I mean, anyone who sees you and Michael has to believe it’s real.”

“Aw, Y/N,” Crystal blushed shyly.

You laughed, “I’m serious. You and Michael. Luke and Sierra. Ashton and Kaykay. I’m surrounded with reasons to believe love exists. The real ‘can’t imagine my life without you’ kind of love. But for me?” You waved a hand dismissively. “Pfft, nah.”

“Because you don’t believe he’s out there for you, or because you already had him and the timing was wrong?” she pressed suggestively.

You rolled your eyes. Right person, wrong time was the excuse you had given when asked when you and Calum split, because to you, it was the closest thing to the truth. “Okay…” you started slowly. “Of course I loved Cal. And I still love him now. But when we were together… We were kids who were focused on our careers. And we’re still those career-driven kids. Understanding the balance between professional life and personal life without feeling like we’re sacrificing a piece of it for another was something Cal and I will never master. We tried. I thought if I could find that balance with anyone, it would be with him. But it wasn’t. And that’s okay. I’m fulfilled in other ways.”

“But…” Crystal kept trying to press.

“But nothing,” you laughed. “I’m happy with my life the way it is, Crys. And beyond happy for you and Michael. You’re getting married!”

~~~

Across town in a celebration of their own, Calum was under similar fire. “Happy for ya, mate,” Calum said, clapping Michael on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Cal,” Michael beamed. “I think I’m still in shock from all of it.”

“I think that’s probably a natural feeling,” Ashton told him, playing the voice of reason. “It’s an exciting change that pulls things into sharper focus.”

“Yeah, like all I wanna do now is tell Sierra how much I love her,” Luke put in.

“Oh, you fuckin’ sap,” Calum laughed.

“Just because you’ve never been in love…”

“I have too!” Calum defended.

“Oh, really? Who?”

“Y/N, idiot…” Ashton told Luke with a roll of his eyes.

Luke nodded in a “Oh, yeah!” fashion, before going on, “Is she the only girl you ever loved?”

“Yep.”

“So why aren’t you still with her?”

Calum shrugged. “Timing was off. And we haven’t changed. So why would the timing have suddenly changed?” The question was rhetorical, without the slightest hint of hurt. A simple fact of life, nothing less, nothing more. A fact Calum had made peace with long before.

“So what? You’re fine with the greatest love of your life being over 2 years ago?” they questioned anyway.

He shrugged again. “Have been for a while, in case ya haven’t noticed. And no,” he raised a hand, cutting off any protest, “this isn’t a bitter, ‘oh convince me otherwise’ deal. Y/N and I are both more than happy with the lives we’re living.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I talk with her, and I trust she’s telling me the truth…”

“Alright, alright,” Ashton was willing to let the conversation rest, but he had one last question. “Is there any part of you that would want to try again with Y/N?”

A third and final shrug. “I mean, she was the only one I ever saw a future with aside from the band.”

“That has to mean something, Cal. C’mon. If there was ever a time to give love a chance, it’s now.”

~~~

While Calum’s head raced with his friends' words of encouragement, if he could call it that, yours raced with thoughts of feeling like you somehow failed in life. Sure, your career was everything you wanted it to be and more. You wouldn’t trade a single moment of your life for anything else. But now that your friends were clearly doing more than simple dating, the doubt started to trickle in. Would it be nice to share a life with someone? Absolutely. But not at the risk of your own independence. And the only person who had ever proven that you could maybe have the best of both worlds was Calum. And even that hadn’t worked. But maybe there was something to Crystal’s words about it being a case of bad timing. Maybe it was worth another try.

So that’s where you found yourself, sitting on the edge of your bed, sharing at Calum’s contact, finger hovering over the call icon, trying to figure out where and how to start again with the man. And then your phone was buzzing in your hand, and you gasped. Had you accidentally hit the call button?! No. Calum was calling you. Confused, you hit accept. “Hey, Cal. What’s up?”

“Not much. Just had a quick question for ya.”

“Well I might have a quick answer for ya.”

You heard his soft chuckle and then a brief pause as he cleared his throat, and you knew he was pushing a hand through his hair, stemming whatever nerves this “question” was creating. “You got any dinner plans for Friday?”

“No. Why?”

“There’s this new place I’ve been wanting a try, and you know how I am about eating out alone. And it’s been a minute since just the two of us hung out. So I’ll pick you up at 7?”

You gave a small laugh at the rushed excuse, wondering what he was really up to. “Sure thing, Cal.”

“Cool. Oh, and uh, dress in something nice-ish? The restaurant’s kinda uppity.”

Another small laugh. “Alright, Cal. See you Friday then.”

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“It’s just dinner. It’s just Cal,” you told your reflection as you finished getting ready. “Nothing you haven’t done a million times before,” you kept trying to calm the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. While you had a pretty good idea on what this dinner really was, you didn’t want to get your hopes up that Calum was having the same change of heart that you’d been having. The man really did hate eating alone at restaurants, and if the place was as upscale as he had told you, then it made sense that he’d rather bring you along than Ashton. And he had been right about it being a good while since it was just the two of you spending time together rather than a larger group outing.

But when Calum knocked on your door rather than texting that he was in your driveway, you couldn’t stop the blush coloring your cheeks. And when you opened the door to reveal the man on the other side, dressed sharply with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand, you felt your heart skip a beat. “Oh, Cal,” you breathed. “You didn’t have to do that,” you told him, taking the flowers and moving to put them in a vase of water.

“It’s how you deserve to be treated,” he said simply with a shrug as he leaned against your doorway.

“You’re too sweet to me, Hood,” you teased lightly. “Ready?”

“After you.”

When he went as far as to get the car door for you, you had to laugh. “Okay, Hood. What gives?”

“I told you. I’m treating you the way you deserve to be treated.”

“Nah, there’s more. I can tell. C’mon. Spill it,” you pressed when he got in the driver’s seat. “Flowers. Getting the door. Dinner at a place that requires me to dress like this. You’re up to something.”

“You look stunning, by the way,” he said, reaching over to give your thigh a squeeze.

“Calum Thomas Hood.”

He sighed. “We were good, right? Like when we were together? It’s not my memory playing tricks on me?”

“You were the best boyfriend I ever had,” you answered honestly.

He nodded. “Okay. You’re not allowed to make fun of me. But since Mike got engaged, it’s gotten to me a bit. Almost like I’m missing out on something, but it’s weird because my life is already everything I want it to be. So what could I possibly be missing out on, you know?”

“Why would I make fun of you for that?”

“Because it’s a stupid ass reason to take you on a date.”

“Oh, is that what this is? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Ha-ha,” he deadpanned. “Look, I guess what I’m saying is, recent events made me reevaluate things in my life. And I think I’m in a better position than I was a few years ago to be a real partner to someone. And even when I wasn’t that person, you were the only one I could see myself becoming that person for. So… if you’re up for it, I’d really like for us to try again.”

Underneath the streetlight casting him in a soft reddish hue, he turned his head slightly to look over at you, brown eyes hopeful and solemn. When the light turned green, he turned his attention back to the road, but kept stealing glances over at you, still waiting for your response.

“I guess it’s only fair to let you know that I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

The corner of his mouth curved up in a smile. “Really?”

“Really,” you said with a soft smile and a small nod of your head. “I was actually hoping this was more on the date side than the friends grabbing a bite to eat side.”

“Good, because this is definitely a date.”

“Good,” you nodded again before leaning across the center console to press a kiss to his cheek, grinning as warmth spread across his face.

~3 Years Later~

You startled awake at a phone ringing nearby, a tangled mess of limbs and bedsheets. “Mmm?” Calum rasped, voice heavy with sleep as he answered the phone, followed by a quick, “Whoa, mate, stop yelling. You did what now?” There was a small pause as whoever was on the other end of the conversation spoke in a rapid flurry that you couldn’t decipher. “You did?!” Calum clarified whatever the news was, sitting up straight in bed, your head falling from his chest to his lap.

“Ow…” you giggled, shifting to sit up against the headboard like Calum was.

“Sorry,” Calum mouthed, listening intently to whoever he was still talking to, raising a finger for you to give him a minute when you raised an eyebrow in silent question. “That’s fuckin’ great, Luke! Congrats to the both of you. Lemme know what the plans are for celebrating and give Sierra a hug from me in the meantime, yeah? Alright. Talk to ya later, mate. Bye.”

“Well?” you demanded.

“Luke and Sierra are getting married. Or he proposed anyway, and she said yes.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

“Yeah, I’m really happy for them. Wow… first Mike, now Luke. We really aren’t the same kids we used to be, are we?”

“I think in some respect you guys still are. You still cling to those roots of who you used to be, the things that shaped you into the people you are now. But you guys are also growing up, too. It happens, Cal.”

“Yeah, no, I just… Wow. It’s not something I really pay much attention to, us growing up, until something like this happens.”

“The last time one of your band members got engaged, you got a case of feeling like you weren’t measuring up somehow. You’re not feeling that way now, are you?”

“No. Not at all. In fact… Luke said something when Mike told us he got engaged. That he wanted to go tell Sierra how much he loved her.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet.”

“Yeah, and at the time I made fun of him for it. But… I dunno… I get it. This type of shit really shifts things into perspective.”

“I mean, yeah. Last time it resulted in both of us thinking we should try being an ‘us’ again. What’s the perspective shifting to this time? You’re not gonna go out, and buy a ring, are you?”

“No, I already have one in my sock drawer.”

You choked. “What?”

He climbed out of bed with a laugh, making his way to the dresser and rummaging around in one of the top drawers. Then, something small was soaring through the air as he tossed whatever it was onto the bed towards you. “Told ya,” he said simply, as you grabbed the small box, popping the lid to find a ring inside.

“How long have you had this?” you asked, your voice a small whisper.

“Uh… 2016 I think,” he said as he rejoined you in bed.

“So, since the first time we dated?”

“Yep.”

“Calum!”

“What?” he laughed. “I told you our entire relationship, both then and now, that you’re the only person I see a future with. Did you think I was lying?”

“No! I- I just didn’t know you went so far as to get a ring, and keep it for 5 bloody years.”

“Well, it would have been a little weird if you had it all these years, considering… ya know.”

You laughed in a mix of disbelief and shock. “You are absolutely crazy.”

“I’m not actually proposing, you know that, yeah? I mean, yes, the ring is yours. But only if you want it to be. I love the life we have together, more so than I thought I could love any other version of my life. I never feel like I’m stuck in place, or missing something when I’m with you. I’ll be just as happy if you never wear that ring, as I would if you wore it every day for the rest of your life. You, me, Duke, and music is all I’m ever gonna need in life. I’ve known it since the first time I said I love you. Even in those years we thought chasing our careers was more important, you were still the only person I’ve ever been in love with.”

“Calum…” you breathed, your lip trembling.

“Shh, if you want the whole deal of the proposal and the picture perfect wedding, I’ll give that to you gladly. That’s what the ring’s for. But if you’re content with what we have now, this will always be enough for me, and that’s a promise.”

“I don’t want a proposal only because Luke and Sierra made you extra sentimental. I don’t want to take their moment away from them either.”

“That ring has been yours far longer than any extra sentiment our friends getting engaged could stir up, but I get what you’re saying. If/when you want it, say the word.”

“Ask me again in a year,” you decided. “And I mean really ask me. The whole deal.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait,” he murmured as his lips crashed into yours, his hands cupping your face. “I’m so in love with you. Always have been. Always will be.”

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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Face Punch

Jacob Black x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1551 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Bella calls in reinforcements for movie night when the rest of her friends bail.

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Going to see the new Face Punch movie hadn't even been Bella's idea. It wasn't something she would have ever chosen to do for herself.

Still, when the entire group of her friends decided to go, she wasn't about to be the one to refuse. It just wasn't something she was comfortable with.

Not that any of that mattered when she actually showed up, knowing that Jessica wasn't coming and Angela was sick, meaning she and Eric weren't going to be coming out.

It couldn't have gotten any more awkward.

Bella knew well enough that both males were in some kind of casual competition over her and she wasn't exactly thrilled about that to begin with.

So the idea of being with the two of them alone couldn't have been worse.

That was the main reason she'd invited you.

The two of you hadn't seen each other in quite some time before she moved back to Forks, though when you got together again, it was like no time had passed at all.

You had been best friends as kids and it seemed that some things never changed.

...thankfully.

"Hey, how's it going?" You greeted, giving the dark haired girl a gentle hug. She didn't bother answered your question, giving you a look you couldn't misconstrue.

She never would have put herself in this position had she known how this would go. "Thank you for coming" she whispered, turning toward the waiting males to explain.

"This is Y/N. I thought I'd invite her since no one else could come" she shrugged, doing her best to be casual about it, though the real reason for your invitation was clear.

Luckily, neither Mike nor Jacob bothered to complain.

In fact, the latter was more concerned with the fact that he'd yet to meet you in all the time that he'd been spending with Bella recently.

You were the best kept secret in Forks, apparently.

"We're gonna see Face Punch right? It's not supposed to be very good" you laughed, sitting down at the end of the row beside the dark haired guy you'd come to understand was Jacob.

Mike had made it very clear that he was only present for one thing and that left Bella, in the middle of the two of them. Though, at least she wasn't alone.

Knowing you were there made her feel much better about the whole thing.

You thought that neither male would pay you much mind, seeing as they didn't know anything about you, but that wasn't exactly the case. As you watched the movie, you looked over to see Jacob looking at you in the dark.

"What's up?" You whispered, confused about what it was he needed. As far as you knew, it could have been anything.

Though, when he spoke, you realized that couldn't have been farther from the truth.

"You're really pretty. Did you know that?" He wondered, acting as if he wasn't even aware of how strange that was to say.

You had just met him an hour or so ago, but he'd already decided he was going to hit on you. There was a reason for that, of course, but you didn't know that.

At the moment, Jacob's body was undergoing incredible changes that even he didn't understand. His heart was pumping, his blood was boiling, and he could hardly stand it.

For now, all he could do was sit back and watch the movie and if he happened to bond with you in the process, that was just a bonus.

Not that knowing that seemed to matter when Mike stood from the chair and rushed toward the bathroom.

As much as your image had flooded Jacobs mind, and everything about you was clouding all his senses, the whole thing just made him angry.

The blonde was weak and ridiculous, something that Jacob couldn't hide even if he tried. That was how he ended up blowing up at him, losing all control of his upset.

It wasn't until you asked if he was okay that he found himself even able to focus at all.

"Are you okay? That was kind of intense" you asked, sitting down beside him on the theatre steps. You didn't really know each other that well, but you did want to know he was okay.

You'd heard quite a bit about Jacob in the last few months from Bella and you knew how important he was to her. That was more than enough for you to care about him a little bit.

"I don't know, I feel really weird right now. Do you, uh, mind if I hold your hand?" It didn't make much sense, logically of course, but in his animal mind, that was what he needed.

He needed some kind of grounding, and he just felt like you were the way to get that.

"I guess" you shrugged, letting the younger male reach out to take your hand in his own, feeling his skin on your own.

He was burning up.

Not like a fever either. Jacobs skin was practically on fire and you were getting really concerned. So concerned that by the time Bella came back into the theater after seeing Mike off, you were sure he needed to go home.

If not to the hospital.

"It's just hot in there I think. I'll be okay" Jacob assured, knowing that either of you could argue and when it was time to separate, you convinced yourself that he would be fine. You had no reason to worry for some kid Bella had befriended. He was a little flirty, but he didn't know anything about you.

There was nothing you should have felt for him.

...but you did.

As confusing as it was and as much as it didn't make any sense, you knew that you had to check up on him so that's exactly what you did. You asked Bella for his number and gave his house a call, hoping that he wouldn't think you were a maniac for calling for no reason.

You were just worried that something terrible had happened to him after that night at the theater. There was something wrong, you could just feel it.

It was weird, creepy even but you just couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. So, after going back and forth on the decision for hours, you picked up the phone and dialed the number that Bella had passed along.

It rang; once, twice, three times before there was a voice on the other line.

"Hello?"

You thought it was Jacob, as best you could recall, but there was something off about his tone. His voice was deeper than you remembered, raspier than you remembered, you were sure that it was.

You may not have known him super well, but you knew that he didn't sound like that a few nights ago.

"Hey, it's Y/N from the movies. I know this is weird but I just wanted to call and make sure that you're okay? You seemed really messed up after you left" you explained, rolling your eyes at your own rambling, knowing for sure he thought you were out of your mind.

There was no way anyone would ever do what you were doing unless they were entirely crazy.

There was silence on the other line for a moment or two, mostly as Jacob tried to compose a single thought in his head. He'd been thinking about you constantly since you went your separate ways, along with the other changes in his life.

...But he never thought you'd call.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think it was just a little warm in there. I'm okay now" he allowed, hoping it didn't sound too fake. He really wasn't okay but there was no way for him to explain what he was going through to you.

Then it would be your turn to think he was out of his mind.

"Really? Cause Bella told me that you had the stomach flu. She's been really worried so I told her I'd try calling" you decided, it wasn't really your place to question what she'd heard over the phone from his family, but you were already here.

If Jacob didn't already think you were insane, he certainly did now, but that wasn't the main reason you did it. You were like an outsider in this whole thing, he didn't owe you anything in the way he owed her.

The two of them were close and she'd been a wreck these last few days.

"I'm fine, I thought I was sick but I woke up all better" he lied, this time not even bothering to try and make it convincing. He'd had his dad on his back these last few days, along with the rest of the pack and Sam Uley.

He wasn't going to have you on his back too. It crossed his mind that maybe he didn't want you to worry, and that was why he did it, but that couldn't have been the case, right? You hardly knew each other.

There was nothing Jacob should have felt for you, though, crazier things had happened since that night at the movie theater.

#jacob black #twilight #jacob black x reader #jacob black x ps reader #jacob black x plus size reader #jacob black imagine #twilight x reader #twilight x ps reader #twilight x plus size reader #twilight imagine

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 4 years ago

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If Glee did a Taylor Swift Tribute Episode...

Just my opinions, feel free to add on to them. I know I have some fellow gleek swifties following me. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Obviously they have to do some of the hits but I think some people would have some out of the box picks.

*This post assumes all Taylor songs are available to choose from as of May 14th 2021 but focuses on Taylor’s first 6 albums (if you want more glee and Taylor I have fics with that; LOVER and FOLKLORE) and takes liberties with where this episode’s placement is in terms of canon. But since it’s all made up anyway who cares (but Blaine’s involved so I guess season 3 idk).*

Okay, trying to do a full plot here (completely inspired by @kurtdeservesbetter head canon posts. I hope this lives up to her fabulous posts). This will be my version of glee so everyone gets solos and Rachel can’t hog the spotlight. Also, this is about to be super long (both post wise and episode wise).

Let’s open the first episode with

...Ready For It because the New Directions are in their reputation era. Santana does the opening cough centerstage. Everyone in black and/or camo green outfits (can you just see Kurt in a dark green bedazzled snake jacket, Santana in a black leather dress, and Tina digging out some goth clothes for people to borrow?), snakes everywhere, but probably no Karyn (she just wouldn’t fit on the auditorium stage). Santana takes the first verse but we have Blaine step up for verse 2. (I just love their friendship in the Michael tribute, cute little badasses are BACK. Also him singing “Burton to this Taylor” is such a Klaine thing to do).

Everyone is still dressed in their rep outfits but we’re in the choir room now. Mr. Schue is talking about why Taylor had to disappear and clap back with rep, how rough the industry is for women and tries to uplift the ladies in the room and encourage them to not silence their voices (cue snarky comment from Santana about Rachel needing to be silent).

Then, Mr. Schue goes on about how you can only understand how Taylor got to her rep era by studying her earlier music. So we have a performance of Tim McGraw. Simple, front of the choir room performance, maybe Puck does guitar, and sitting on stools.

Everyone is surprised to find out how pumped Sam is for this assignment but he is all over it. “It's about time we did some country in this room.” Cue Sam and Quinn at her locker talking about their ‘date’ last night, Sam’s all cute and teasing and Quinn is not into it. She tells him it was fun but she was wrong, they shouldn’t do this again. In turn, he does a wonderful performance of Bye Bye Baby. He thought it was more but clearly he’s “a part of her past.”

Then, we’re in the empty choir room. Tina and Mike are there. (I love their cutesy duets) They sing Everything Has Changed and it’s utterly adorable. Can’t you hear Mike asking Tina if she’s “good to go” like Ed does? And while we’re on the subject of cute duets and RED, we flash to the courtyard to see Santana and Brittany. They turn Stay Stay Stay into a duet. “I’ve been loving you for quite some time,” “before you I only dated self-indulgent takers who took all their problems out on me,” “no one else is gonna love me when I’m mad, mad, mad,” and “it’s occurring to me that I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” it’s perfect for them. Adorable ladies kisses are had.

Let’s toss in some boy drama for fun. Idk shit about football but somehow Puck is praised by their coach over Finn, which gets him all pissy, and Puck’s upset and jealous because Finn is back with Quinn now (this is why Quinn shut Sam now earlier, she changed her mind). Can we say duet of Bad Blood? “So if you’re coming my way...just don’t.”

After their dramatics, we have a Brittany solo in the choir room. It’s after school at this point (or whenever glee club is). Brittany does You’ll Always Find You Way Back Home.

When she finishes Mr. Schue tries to explain that it’s a Hannah Montana song. Britt injects that it’s confusing how she’s really Miley Cryus “like how can you be two people at once?”. Before Mr. Schue can continue, Kurt pipes up “you never specified that the songs had to be sung by Taylor Swift, just that they were her songs.” Mercedes adds, “yeah, Mr. Schue, Taylor wrote that song.” Mr. Schue concedes that he has once again been outwitted by Kurtcedes. The friends do their little hand shake thing.

With a sigh, Mr. Schue asks Mike if he’s ready to go and Mike asks to take things to the auditorium for some dancing room. Everyone’s on stage with him and it’s kind of a group number but Mike is the focus. It’s Shake It Off. All inspired by the music video. He’s tried to fit in elsewhere (i.e. football, with the smart kids, etc..) but he’s really himself in glee when he’s dancing.

Part 2 of Taylor Tribute Episodes

We begin with an ALL GIRL NUMBER of A Place In This World. Just because.

Glee is dismissed and we zoom in on Artie. He’s watching Tina with Mike and Brittany with Santana. Both Tina and Britt have broken his heart by this point. So, he’s rolling down the halls singing A Perfectly Good Heart. While Artie’s soloing, we cut to Rachel watching Finn and Quinn chatting. Artie’s song playing over this scene. Rachel is feeling similar to him at the moment.

She’s pretty sure Finn dumped her to be with Quinn again even though Kurt and Blaine told her they saw Quinn and Sam at the movies last night together making out in the back row. Fine, if that’s how he’s going to be, she doesn’t need him anyway. Cue Mr. Perfectly Fine. Uber dramatic solo performance walking around McKinley’s halls watching Finn and Quinn together ending in the auditorium alone. (see what I did there, both broken hearted peeps singing a song with Perfectly in it (this was not at all planned, actually, happy accident))

After some good old heartbreak, we have Kurt and Blaine on screen. Blaine walks into the auditorium to see Kurt sitting on the edge of the stage. “What’s all the fuss?” he asks from the door. Kurt had texted him “EMERGENCY.” The band starts to play and Kurt just starts singing, Enchanted. It’s time to profess their love for each other, just like they sing Perfect together in the car, this duet needs no audience. Blaine catches up and sings while walking towards his boyfriend. It’s very reminiscent of past New Directions competitions where they come in from the back and make their way to the stage. “Wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you?” Kurt and Blaine both know the answer to that question now but just a few months ago they were both wondering that exact thing.

They kiss before we cut to Kurt and Blaine walking hand in hand into the choir room where everyone else is already. Mr. Schue is praising the performances thus far and of course asks Rachel if she’s ready to solo (some practice for her completion solo). This causes an uproar from Mercedes and Santana. Another classic argument of how she gets too many solos. Mr. Schue tries to shut them both down but Santana tells Rachel to watch her back, and we get three very different reactions to this.

All three girls storm out.

First, we visit Mercedes alone in the courtyard. This solo is all about being hurt over this great thing in her life (glee) and her being denied happiness within that club. Thus, Cold As You. (mostly to indulge myself because she’d blow us away with this song).

Next, Rachel in the auditorium. A huge bridge on stage (very Speak Now Tour of her), belting out Better Than Revenge. Santana’s dropped the last straw (the humiliation, name calling, Finn at one point and now solos,) it’s too much this time.

And finally, Santana walking around McKinley, showing us flashes of Rachel ‘outshining’ her and the rest of glee and Mr. Schue being unfair, while singing Look What You Made Me Do.

Tina walks out at the same time as Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana but no one seems to put two and two together. She feels just as underutilized as the latter two do. She ends up in an empty classroom and sings The Outside. “Nobody ever lets me in” and “on the outside looking in.”

Once the 3, err 4, divas have left the room, Finn sticks up for Rachel. Quinn, of course, has something to say about this along the lines of “you always defend her.” Finn, intimated by her ‘scary Quinn’ fumbles and blurts “because she’s my girlfriend” WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT THIS POINT. Quinn dumps him on the spot, cuts quickly to Blaine and Kurt sharing some ‘oh my god, can you believe this’ expressions, and vanishes from the room.

By this point, Rachel is long gone from the auditorium but the bridge is still there.

Here’s where we go way off script but imagine, Quinn has decided to just quit boys. They’ve all failed her anyway, she’s better off being alone. She walks up the bridge and thinks to herself “god Rachel’s so dramatic, where did this thing even come from” before it hits her “fuck, I’m as bad as Finn. I want her.” Then, she starts singing Clean to herself in the auditorium, likely tearing up throughout and ending with a good cry. (Because Dianna would DELIVER with Clean.)

While Quinn is having a sexuality crisis, the rest of glee is still happening. They’re discussing upcoming competition and debating solos and songs.

Kurt’s all: “Mr. Schue, if I may” and performs a lovely rendition of Call It What You Want. Those opening lines are too good. “My castle (ie McKinley) crumbled overnight, brought a knife to a gun fight (ie couldn’t fight off Dave Karofsky), “I’m doing better than I ever was ‘cause my baby’s fit like a daydream,” and “at least I did one thing right.” When he’s done, Blaine’s a mess in the back of the choir room, and Mr. Schue says: “not really what we’re looking for but very nice, Kurt” however, Kurt’s too busy sitting beside Blaine teasing him about blushing.

Then, the missing girls return to the room having sung out their emotions. Quinn, having realized her feelings for Rachel, ends up soloing You Belong With Me to the New Directions in the choir room. Odd looks all around, no one knows what’s up with her and why does she keep glancing at Rachel? (Faberry just fit so well I had to add it, don’t know if I’m a shipper or not but it’s here now) (also thanks to @spicygemini for pointing out the obvious “Quinn would have ate YBWY”).

Mr. Schue wants to move the group to the audition to perform their final number of the Taylor Swift tribute well but Tina asks to sing first. He’s surprised but allows it, taking a seat with the rest of the New Directions.

Tina sings Beautiful Ghosts. “Watch from the dark, wait for my life to start” because New Directions is refusing to use her talents AGAIN. She’s singing this to Rachel and the girls who were in the Treble Tones. Because she absolutely SMASHES this number, the glee kids agree she gets solo for their next competition (and they deliver on that promise).

To conclude Part 2 of the Taylor tribute episode, we have a group performance of Long Live. “One day we will be remembered”, “all the years we stood there on the sidelines wishing for right now”, “for a moment a band of thrives in ripped up jeans got to rule the world” ie wining completions, “when they look at the pictures please tell them my name...”

#this took so long please enjoy it #Taylor tribute glee episode #glee head canon #gleek swifie #glee #taylor swift

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euphoricethan · 4 years ago

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Alpha’s Kingdom - G.D

Summary: Grayson and Y/n have been friends since high school; a little before that to be exact. They had a not-so-friendly altercation 8th grade graduation, but began a spark with polar opposite attitudes. A typical college party turns to the most surprising nights of their lives.

A/N: this is an old, old, old draft from the beginning of last year that i never finished but now it’s done & i hate it so enjoy! (also lmk if i need to add more tw warnings just in case)

Warnings: smut, mentions of abuse, language, underage drinking, public humiliation(?), violence (blood)

Word count: 5.6k

That evening, Y/n (typically) would be in her dorm blasting music so loud in her earbuds that her introverted, comic-loving roommate would yell at her to turn it down as she studied for a big test the next day.

But, instead, she was called to "haul her ass" over to the Alpha Kingdom —which was what Grayson and all his buddies called the frat— to help with their party they were having for the reason she didn't know.

Y/n was against it, but she had no other choice since she was close friends with Grayson and owed him a favor. (Not to mention that he couldn't hang up streamers to save his life.)

So there she was, resting one hand on his broad shoulder while she pressed the white streamer into the ceiling.

"Hold still." She said under her breath, while Gray was moving around a bunch in hopes his knee's wouldn't give out.

"I can't, my knees are about to give out Y/n," he was looking up at her, watching her shove the dainty piece of paper up into the ceiling.

"'s not my fault." Y/n licked her lips, concentrating hard.

Sooner or later, she came down from the wobbling ladder and took a few steps back to look at her work.

"Looks good kid." he awarded.

"Kid" was always Y/n's nickname; no matter who was older. She was always "kid" and he was "Blue".

Ever since last year or so, Grayson has grown into a huge Godzilla look-alike, and Y/n thought it was hilarious since the reason behind it was that he wanted to impress some girl he met the beginning of the school year and claimed she liked guys who were "bulky."

Then, Blue Whale was introduced. But Y/n got tired of adding the Whale, and Blue just kinda stuck.

"You should help me and Brandon grab the kegs from the back." Grayson folded up the ladder, and whether Y/n was following or not, he walked away to place it back where they got it.

"You know, you really are the impidamy of a typical college frat boy!" she called out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brandon, another frat member who was just as dumb as the rest of them, said.

The fact that they didn't even get the joke just claimed to prove her point to where she just shook her head and proceed to the backyard to help the two twin towers carry the one-hundred sixty-five pound keg into the house.

They were all soon lifting, Y/n rather struggling while the two other boys grabbed it with ease.

"God, where do you guys even get these?" she was generally curious, she hadn't seen an actual beer keg in person before. They've only been in movies...

"Brandon's friend's uncle who worked at the bar downtown."

"Worked?"

"He got fired when the manager started realizing that he was missing a bunch of kegs like every week." Grayson said this with ease as him and Brandon finally set the huge keg onto the kitchen floor.

"Kid, pass me that thing over there will you? It's over there." Grayson pointed with his head.

"Grayson, you can't just tell me to hand you something and point with your head and just assume I know exactly what you're talking about."

He was apparently fed up with her, as: he stood, reached behind her, and pulled the hose and nozzle with a sly smirk on his stupid face.

"If you guys need any help, I'll be on the couch." she told them both and exited the kitchen before they said anything; if they hadn't already decided she was no help to them.

Shortly after, Brandon was walking into the living room to sit next to Y/n and place both of his legs over her's.

She let out a small grunt, letting her phone slip from her grasp and leaned into his legs.

"Jesus." she went to retract her phone, but he had beat her to it and was holding it above his head trying to see what she was doing.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, flashing the screen on his face.

Y/n was now reaching over him, still just reaching for her phone. "Brandon, I swear to god." she muttered.

"Who's Bryson? Ooh yikes, he has a B name..." he gave Y/n a hard look with his eyebrows raised slightly.

"You have a B name." she shoved his legs off her and was now even more invested on getting her belonging back.

"Yeah but that doesn't count," he was now facing away from her, pulling the phone close to him and reading her most recent text word for word.

"Don't think i'll be able to make it tonight, big test tomorrow. Y/n, what is this!" he showed her own screen to her as if she didn't know what it said.

"Can I please just have my phone back? You're being a dick." she told him.

"Hey Grayson! Y/n's got a boyfriend!" he called out, causing him to walk into the room with his face slightly scrunched in confusion.

"Huh? What'd you say?" he ran his hand though his hair before placing both on his hips.

"Look." he said.

"I don't have a boyfriend, he's just my parter for a class, now can I please have my phone back?!" Y/n was reaching over him again but he had moved his hand.

Just then, Grayson grabbed a hold of his wrist and took it from him. "Dude, don't be a cunt."

"Here kid." his eyes flashed over to her, handing it over as their fingers came in contact with one another.

Grayson found his way back into the kitchen, letting out a heavy sigh as he walked away.

She had followed behind him, seeing his behavior shift and his shoulders drop.

"What's up?" she said, leaning over the counter and watched him rinse off the dishes.

"Blue? what's wrong with you?" she said now, furrowing her brows.

A small sigh left his nose while he just placed the dish in the rack.

Grayson had always been protective over Y/n—ever since they were 11 and some kid made a joke about she smelt like cigarettes because of her father.

He always stood up for her, always. Even though he knows she can defend herself he feels the tightness in his jaw and in his fists when someone mentions her in the conversation.

"Are you mad about something?"

He sighed again, moving from the dishes to the restocking of the fridge.

"Can you talk to me? Like I don't know why all this sudden you're having a pity party..." she cocked her head forward to try and get something out of him.

"It's nothing. It's fine."

"Well no, obviously something is bothering you. You can tell me. Like did I do something? Was it the phone thing? What?" Y/n slid her hand across the counter, standing up now and walking towards him.

"You shouldn't told me if you had a boyfriend." His eyes were harsh on her, leaving them to look at her until she turned her head.

"He's not my boyfriend..." her eyes were to the floor.

"Doesn't sound like it." he closed the fridge and started smashing the cardboard boxes the drinks came in.

"Blue, it's not like that, like at all. We're just parters, he wanted to work on our project tonight but now i'm here so..."

"Why don't you go, since you don't wanna be here." he smashed the final box hard against the counter, causing Y/n to flinch and blink quickly.

"I wanna be here! Damn Grayson why are you being like this holy fuck! Are you drunk already?" Y/n cheeks were getting warm and she gave Grayson side eye until she scoffed and turned on her heel.

She didn't know what he was thinking, getting mad about something like that and telling her to just go home?

She didn't know the reason behind why he said it either... because if she knew now she probably wouldn't hook up with him later that night.

It's 8th grade graduation. Ethan and Grayson are about to get called up to get their "diploma".

But as soon as the kids who were seated in front of them had to get up and wait to get called up left, Grayson was no where to be found.

Along with Y/n who was a few rows behind them.

Where were they? Good question.

Behind the Gymnasium drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade Y/n had snuck from her dad before they left.

"Y/n, we're gonna get in so much trouble!" Grayson whisper-yelled, watching her lean over in her dress and press the top of the bottle on the jagged wall.

The top had popped off and she giggled before taking a gulp and holding out for him to hold.

"Shh! We'll only get in trouble if we get caught, now take this before I spill it on my dress. My dad will shit his pants if I ruin it."

Grayson took the bottle from her, awkwardly holding it in his hands.

"Take a sip, it's so good!" she told him, her smile wide and her eyes filled with adrenaline.

This was the first time he had seen Y/n in girl clothes and makeup. Her Aunt was in town for her graduation and helped her pick out a dress and did her makeup.

She complained about how the mascara felt weird on he eyelashes, but he thought she looked beautiful.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't always think Y/n was beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his whole life.

He trusted her with his whole heart too. Took everything she said serious and was so gullible it made Y/n laugh so hard she lost her breath.

He loved her laugh too. Making her laugh was his favorite thing he could do, it was like a super power to him.

Which is why when she caught him staring at her in her puffy dress and little platform heels, his cheeks turned bright red and he couldn't stop himself from putting his lips on hers in a quick peck.

He tasted the Mike's Hard Lemonade on her lips, and she was right... it was good.

So good that the peck lasted longer and longer until Y/n placed her hands against his fiery cheeks he let his hands go numb and the bottle shattered onto the concrete.

She pulled away, quickly opening up her eyes to see how dilated his were.

But then, almost at the same time, both of them turned their heads around the corner to see one of the teachers coming to inspect.

Grayson took her by the wrist and they sprinted around the corner until it was safe to quickly walk back to the ceremony as he was called up on stage.

And there he was, walking across the stage in front of almost a thousand kids and parents with the biggest boner ever as Y/n sat in the crowd, her cheeks red and holding the bottle cap in her palm.

They never talked about it after that.

And that summer, going onto freshman year, Y/n had gotten her first boyfriend... who wasn't Grayson.

His name was Tony, and he was a Sophomore.

Grayson was supportive of their relationship of course, but his little heart broke almost every time he saw them together or every time Y/n brought him up.

After September, he had finally broken up with her because she wouldn't give herself to him. She was heartbroken.

But again, Grayson was there for her. Always.

She never knew why he cared so much, because unlike her father, he didn't give up on her— he didn't tell her how much he loved her and then disappeared to get drunk for days at a time.

She really only had Grayson if were being honest here. Her mother moved out of state when she was little, and shortly after that they moved and she met him.

She knew there was always something there. She just didn't know what was stopping her from doing something about it.

Until tonight.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." Grayson said walking past Brandon to quickly walk up the stairs two at a time.

By now, Y/n was now back at her dorm with a million thoughts cursing her brain.

"What's up with you?" her roommate asked, sitting at her desk while finishing up a project for her class.

"I hate men." Y/n said.

"Same. I'm just saying, girls are so much more fun."

Y/n collapsed on her bed, curling up in her jeans and t-shirt as she spoke her thought out loud.

"Should I go?" she asked to no one in particular.

"Go where?" her roommate asked.

"Graysons having this party tonight at the Alpha Kingdom or whatever and I think I kinda wanna go." she was now sitting up in her bed, watching as she turned around.

"You should go. Why not?"

"Well he had a fucking hissy fit earlier because his roommate or whatever took my phone and that Bryson guy kept texting me and— whatever. He's just being overprotective for no reason & told me to go home."

"But I low-key wanna piss him off s'more."

"You should. You can wear that like skirt thing you got and be all slutty. Plus I met this girl yesterday at the coffee place by the L campus and I think we're gonna..." she gave Y/n a raised eyebrow glare and pointed with her head towards her bed.

"Well first of all, I'm not gonna dress slutty; that's like asking for it. Second of all, T.M.I."

Her roommate scoffed. "It is not asking for it, it's called having confidence and if they take it too far that's on them. I say you wear it."

So that's what Y/n did. She put on that dress she had just bought with the red little cherries printed all over, slid her shoes on after brushing out her hair & sprayed her favorite perfume.

"See, told you." she told her once Y/n had grabbed her phone off her bed and jumped down.

"Yeah see and I even put on those pair of thongs I got too. Look!" Y/n lifted her dress slightly, showing off the dainty piece of material.

She gave her wide eyes before saying, "Don't get pregnant now." as Y/n opened the door.

"Same for you."

When Y/n arrived at the "Alpha Kingdom" she was greeted by the heavy smell of beer and blaring music from outside the front door.

As she entered, she made her way to the kitchen where her and Grayson's altercation took place to grab a red solo cup and fill it with punch.

Just before placing the ladle back into the bowl though, someone was grabbing her arm and dragging her with her cup to a secluded area away from everyone else.

She met his eyes with confusion laced in them.

"Ethan, what the fuck man! You made me spill my drink everywhere!" she told him, looking down at her arm as the red colored drink slightly stained her skin.

"Shh!" he told her, gently placing a hand over her mouth before she stuck her tongue out to retract his fingers.

"What do you want." she was shaking the drink off her while putting the cup in her opposite hand.

"Does Grayson know you're here?"

Her brows were furrowed, and she gave him a look that simply answered his question.

"Why-"

"Just come with me." his hand was gently wrapped around her wrist, now taking her out back where at least a hundred people were scattered about.

"What are you doing? And let go of my hand!" she pulled her wrist away from him harshly and placed both of her hands around her cup.

"Fuck! Where'd he go?! Fuck." Ethan muttered to himself.

"E, what's going on?" now Y/n had a worried pitch in her voice, watching Ethan's eyes as he scanned over the back yard desperately looking for his twin brother.

"This guy. He wants to fuck Grayson up or something." he was running his hands though his hair, looking a frantic mess and acting like he was having a bad trip.

"Are you high?" she asked, quickly watching him snap at her.

"No Y/n I'm not fucking high! I don't want someone to beat the living shit out of Grayson, okay?"

"Have you seen him? He's huge. Plus, why would anyone wanna beat-"

"Because of you okay! Some shit went around that you were with this guy and you cancelled to come hook up with Gray. Now he's pressed and is probably gonna kill us both."

"Wait— who? Who said that? Ethan?"

His head along with almost a hundred others spun around when a loud "Dolan!" was called out from the deck above us.

"Fuck me." he said under his breath.

Bryson made his way down, taking the steps two at a time and skipping the last three to land hard on the grass with his heavy work boots.

"Hey Y/n." he spoke, vial in his tone and liquor on his breath.

Y/n and Ethan stood there both in shock. For two different reasons. Ethan was shitting himself, thinking this was how he was gonna die because he hates conflict; and Y/n thought back to the last three hours catching up to her wondering why she came over in the first place.

"So, this the guy you came to fuck tonight? Because it's certainly not me." a chuckle escaped his lips as he took a few steps closer and now having everyone's attention.

"Look man, we don't wanna start anything. I'm sure whatever's going on can be resolved peacefully, alright?"

Bryson took one look at Ethan before retracting his eyes back to her.

The crowd was starting to form around them and soon peoples phones were pulled out filming every second.

"What do you want, Bryson." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"I just came for the show. You know."

Y/n scoffed at him, brushing the hair away from her face.

He took a deep breath in, now interacting with the crowd that was formed and made eye contact with a few people.

"Y/n can be kind of a slut—" the ooh's and small gasps got him willed up, so he continued. "Don't get me wrong, girls who dress slutty and act it in the bedroom is hot... but when you go to a study session and she begs to suck your dick in the library; see, that's I guess that's just the price you pay when you go to school with the Y/n Y/l/n."

"Dude—" Ethan tried stepping in now, getting in front of Y/n and looking Bryson dead in the eyes. "Don't be a fucking dick."

"Don't act like I'm wrong. Well all know she's a slut! Just look at her!"

Everyone's eyes were shifted upward, looking past Bryson to see Grayson standing by himself in a white plane T-shirt with a green olive jacket on top some jeans.

His tall shadow was standing behind Bryson, causing him to turn around and now face him but he couldn't even get a single word out before Grayson took his balled up fist and forced it against his jaw.

In seconds he and Grayson both were on the floor while Bryson took multiple punches to his face as Y/n's screams for him to stop muffled out.

How dare he say something like that about Y/n? How could he say that to her when she's such an angel? Did she really do that in the library?

The questions were sprinting around in Grayson's head as he took punch after punch to Bryson before the ringing in his ears faded away.

"Grayson! Stop, please!" Y/n's desperate scratchy screams were loud enough to where he looked up at her only for him to be pressed up against the grass.

Bryson was punching Grayson now, and with all his 175 pounds on him, Ethan and some random guy was holding him up and had his arms behind his back.

Grayson stood— only with a bloody nose, split lip, some some small bruising around his eye and both of their blood on his knuckles.

He spit blood out onto the grass, looking around into the crowd —including Y/n— and walked inside while shaking his hands as if they were wet.

Back in the kitchen, Grayson had placed the frozen carrots on his hand and let his head fall between his shoulders over the sink.

He felt her presence approaching, the familiar smell she carried around with her everywhere. "What the fuck was that about Grayson!" she screamed, stomping in the room with her eyes staring at him hard.

"Nothing Kid." his jaw was clenching. He was about to explode again.

"Nothing?! That was nothing!" she was already gone. God, why did she even come in the first place?

"I told you to go home." his eyes were digging into her and he placed his finger to his lip to wipe the blood away before he disappeared up the stairs.

Y/n was about to be death of him.

"You can't just ignore me!" Y/n said while banging on Graysons bedroom door after repeatedly trying to turn the nob.

Inside the four walls Grayson had trapped himself in, he was alone with his thoughts and Y/n desperate to come in and give him company.

Then there were four knocks on his door. The same four knocks they did when they wanted to apologize to one another in 8th grade but we're too ashamed to say the words aloud.

It was their only promise they held to this day. Which is one of the only reasons Grayson sighed heavily and opened up the door for her.

He closed the door behind her, now both of them standing in awkward silence.

Y/n's eyes were glued to her feet while Graysons were softly looking at her in all her glory.

As mad as he was, and the fact that he was breathing hard from his nose to subside how much he wanted to finish Bryson off, when his eyes fell on Y/n he was in awe.

He hadn't noticed how nice she was dressed until now. With a soft white dress, curled hair, and her favorite sneakers that didn't quite match. It made him chuckle.

Her eyes were on him. "What?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest.

"Nothing."

"No, what. Now you have to tell me."

Grayson shook his head in disapproval.

"C'mon Blue, I tell you everything!"

Her words stung him like a bee, because she could see his jaw tense up again and walk away from her.

"Just like when you told me you didn't have a boyfriend?"

"So this is what that was about? Because he is and never will be my boyfriend— or anything remotely like that, ever."

"But you still sucked his dick in the library? See, Y/n I don't understand you sometimes. You can be the nicest girl i've known since we were 13, or the complete opposite."

He was inching closer to her now, his vile words building up to protect himself from slipping his biggest secret.

"Why are you being such a dick! So what if I did?! It's none of you're business anyway. You're so protective Grayson... so manipulative and controlling. You spend all you're time worried about me you can take one second to see what you've done. For fucks sake you just beat the living hell out of some kid in your backyard!"

"He was harassing you!"

"He was drunk. And so are you? How much have you had to drink? Huh?!"

"This isn't about me— it's about the fact that—"

"It's about me! Always my fault, isn't it?! It was my fault I got us in trouble in middle and high school, my fault I caused you to almost lose you're scholarship... is it my fault my dad was a drunk and used to beat me?!" she shoved his chest, causing him to stumble backward a little.

"I never said that." he sighed.

"No but you've thought about it. C'mon admit it! You've once thought about how I could have ruined you're big dreams. And now you wouldn't be here now right?" another shove to his chest.

And that's when Grayson is pressing Y/n against his bedroom door, his hands surround her cheeks and her arms fall to her sides only to be gently placed against his torso seconds later.

They were so close. So close just like the time they kissed in the back of the Gymnasium when they were younger. Her lips were the same to him, still holding onto that Mike's Hard Lemonade, but this time it was more fruity due to the punch Y/n had drank.

But to Y/n it was different. It was so different.

She was taken back almost six years to when she took that lemonade from her Dad's outside fridge and got so much shit later that because he found the bottle cap on her dresser.

She never regretted it though. She felt alive, being rebellious, being secretive and her adrenaline pumping through her veins. She haven't felt the same since... until now.

Grayson opened his eyes, slowly pulling apart and watching her eyes flutter open to look up at him.

"Gray..." he was scared of what she might say next.

"You're drunk." her voice was soft, but it still cut into him like butter and he pulled his hands away from her and took a step back to sit on his bed.

"I'm drunk? That's all I am Kid! Because last time I checked I was in love with you." his mouth formed the sentence and spit it out before he even had a chance to think it over in his head.

"Grayson..." Y/n was still against the door, too afraid if she moved he'd have her back where she was.

"Do you realize how long I've liked you for?! Go on ahead I wanna hear what you have to say." the tone in his voice was something she had never heard before.

"I-"

"The first day I met you Y/n! The second I laid my eyes on you I- I- I had this feeling in my stomach- butterflies. That never happens. Ever. And you know what else?"

She stood there with her arms pinned to her side waiting for him to speak again.

"You'd always flirt with me, all the time. Do you remember that? Remember all those times in the library when you'd drag me down an empty hall and hold my hand until class was over? Or after school when we went to the park and you convinced me to write on the playground? I even wrote our initials under the slide!" he took a deep breath in before he stood up and started pacing the room.

"Oh yeah! And the endless times we would skip class to hid in the locker room and take people's locks and switch them around! You did that shit to me all the time Y/n! And I let it happen..."

"It's not like that," her voice was just a whimper compared to his.

"It's not like that?! What is it like then? You fucking led me on all the time for years and I still stuck around because you're Dad was a drunk and I was the only friend you had and I liked you so much it wouldn't even matter if I wanted to leave!"

"And when you kissed me, behind the Gym at our graduation, I went home and looked at rings because I was so delusional that I thought I'd marry you." Grayson's hands came up to ruffle through his hair, and the tears had started to form in his eyes before he could do anything about it.

"Will you please just listen me to me!" she had raised her voice now, her hands talking with her while her eyes locked with his.

"I like you Blue. I just- it's complicated."

"Right. Because you don't like me like that. Right?"

Y/n sighed. Both of them were too fucked up to be having this conversation right now. "No, because I'm fucking scared! Okay?! You're the only man in my life who hasn't treated me like absolute shit and- and what happens if we do this? Then what? I lose you too? Jesus Grayson do you ever think about anything through before you just go on a rampage?"

"Y/n, just shut up." and that's when Grayson's hands were pressed hard against her cheeks, pulling her close enough to feel him through his jeans.

Y/n still didn't know how it had happened, how they had gone from fighting to her being pressed up against his twin-sized bed in his room with him between her legs.

He hovered over her with his hands on either sides of her face while they locked the eye contact with silent consent.

Grayson's hands found Y/n's waist and slide down slowly until both of his hands were holding her legs open.

"Lift your dress Kid." he said, and she could feel his breath against her clothed clit while doing as he said quickly.

His hands rubbed slowly on her smooth thighs while he watched her do as he said before he pulled the dainty, thin piece of fabric Y/n was wearing to the side.

While doing so, Y/n's breathing caught in her throat to the touch of his rather large fingers grazing against her.

She was nervous, but the adrenaline she craved took over and followed every order that was asked of her.

There was another moment of consent, and that small nod was all Grayson needed as his tongue came in contact with Y/n's wet core.

He started off slow, trying to see how long it would take before she was begging for more, asking him: "Please, Blue... please."

The thought of it made him groan as he felt himself grow in his jeans that caused them to fit a bit more tight.

"Oh," Y/n moaned as Grayson made eye contact with her, just to pick up his pace.

He could hear the light taps on his comforter, and so he took it as another sign until she was slightly arching her back due to his work between her sweet folds.

He didn't realize he was burying himself in her until he loosened his grip on her thighs and stopped quickly to get a breath of air.

But Y/n's breathing was a bit harder now, and she croaked out a small "Gray," to beg him to continue.

But that's not what he wanted to hear. Blue.

His right hand let go of her leg, only to reach down and lightly trace along her silky folds to her pearl. "Hm?"

Y/n reached forward a bit at the sudden touch, and he found two of his fingers slowly dancing around her small numb that made her beg.

"Ple... please," she breathed out feeling him between her with a playful look on his face just knowing he'd get her to say it.

"Pleaseeee, what?" he mocked, opening his fingers just slightly to find her small, tight opening.

Grayson's mouth was just near an inch away from her core as he blew cold air into it making Y/n squirm just to have him grip onto her thigh.

"Gray," Y/n had a hard time finishing her train of thought before he had taken the two fingers and slid them into her wetness as they disappeared in her.

She gasped now, gripping onto his bed sheets and pulling her brows together to help keep the moan in.

She could fight it for as long as she could, but if he kept doing this to her, the whole neighborhood would know what they were up to.

Once again Grayson sped up, now moving his fingers in and out of Y/n while also swirling his tongue around her numb before kind of kissing sloppily and mixing the fluids around slightly.

"Fuck," she said, trying for reach for him as he moved her hand away.

"Say it Kid, go on." Grayson continued while he waited, listening to the sound of fingering his best friend.

And there were the magic words. "Blue, please... shit,"

This time Y/n successfully reached up for him, grabbing onto his brown locks and pulling him close to her core and using both hands to hold her still.

Grayson's mouth was open against her, and when he heard her screech as he felt her legs start to shake, he knew he was doing something right.

This continued, and he loved the sounds that he made her make, and he was nearly coming to his breaking point when he heard one last moan and felt the warmth on his chin.

He took a small collection of Y/n with his tongue and pulled her even loser while she whined and breathed heavy, her grip on his hair still strong.

Once she finally let go of Gray, and before he could even say a word to her, she said: "Fuck me Grayson."

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Hard Pass P5 (Levi x reader)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

Levi hadn't remembered a time since he'd began college in which he'd been alone for several hours with zero interruptions. And yet here he'd been slaving over the hot stove in his room since about 10 am and.. nothing.

The weird peace of not being interrupted by Mike's loud greetings coupled with some girl he'd brought back with him. No Hange to talk his ear off about some nonsense and no Erwin and his inability to use his newest pair of bluetooth headphones. It was as sad as it was beautiful.

He'd been trapped deep within his thoughts for so long that he almost missed the barely audible knock at the door.

"..Levi?" Came a distant and unsure sounding voice.

Y/N..

He set the bowl of beef stew he'd prepared down on the table, untying his apron and setting it to the side before carefully walking to the door and opening it slowly. There Y/N stood. Her face flushed like she'd been standing in the freezing cold too long, her eyes red as she looked to Levi.

"Sorry.. I smelled food and.." She wiped her face with the back of her sleeve. "I didn't mean to invite myself."

Levi shook his head. "Come in." He gestured randomly wanting to hit himself in the forehead for his awkwardness but Y/N didn't seem to notice.

Once she'd entered he shut the door behind her, pointing her to the table. "You can have that bowl. It's fresh off the stove." He walked back to the kitchen handing Y/N a spoon from the pack Erwin had given him earlier this morning. He quickly picked out one for himself grabbing a new bowl in the process.

"I-I don't wanna impose.." She tried

Levi frowned as he made himselfa new bowl of stew, "I'm giving it to you, I made too much and Hange and Erwin haven't stopped by all day."

She sat at the table looking dazily at the bowl in front of her. "Thanks Levi.." She muttered, dipping her spoon into the contents with hesitation.

Levi had just as soon fixed himself a new bowl seating himself across from Y/N. Her eyes glistened and she stared into the bowl for almost too long before giving it a taste. Her lips upturning and Levi extinguished a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Levi, this is really good." She gave a polite smile.

Levi's eyes widened and his face started to heat. "Th-thank you.."

When she looked away again his eyes trailed back to her. Her eyes were so puffy, her lips bruised a bit as if she'd been biting them. Should he ask? Could he ask? What the hell had happened to her? He needed to know but..

Levi felt his heart scatter over his rib cage and hit the floor and her eyes landed on him again.

"You haven't touched yours.." She remarked

"I-I.."

She dropped the spoon suddenly, placing both hands on her face. "I'm so sorry Levi.." it was muffled.

As much as he really wanted to say literally anything in this moment to further progress the situation into some kind of revelation about her face nothing came to mind. Well.. except the awkward popping of his lips as he opened and closed his mouth to say absolutely nothing.

"No I mean-" She began again to Levi's own slight comfort. "I just.. came here to get away from Jean.. because he's been, just the worst. And I just hate him right now.. I needed to get away and the first person I thought to come to was you."

Levi must have looked surprised because she was quickly shaking her head so fast. "Please know that I don't plan to use you as a sort of scapegoat or something! No! That's not what I want I just.. you make me-" She giggled and Levi could swear her cheeks grew slightly pinker! Or he was imagining he.. could he be??

"Just.. I'm glad you're here." She shrugged quickly, shoveling a mouthful of beef stew down.

"Y-yeah.. yeah. I am.. what happened? I-I mean if you actually wanna say.."

She shook her head and Levi felt his grip on his spoon get sooooo much tighter. "He's just such a jerk.." She shook her head harder as if she was trying to rid her brain of the thought. "He got all weird last night, started a fight with me in front of Connie and Sasha. Sasha tried to break it up and Connie just sat on the floor with his phone tucked between his feet."

Levi stared into his beef stew wanting so badly to say literally anything helpful but words really were failing him today. He soon opted for nodding his head and biting the tip of his spoon.

"None of us got any sleep last night." She continued "I had to get out of there this morning."

A fight huh? Levi already felt as though he knew exactly what it was about. He pushed his elbows onto the table, seeing the remnants of tears starting to refill Y/N's eyes.

"Sleep here.." Levi tried awkwardly

It got her attention though. Had her looking up from her bowl with confusion spread over her innocent features. "Huh?"

Levi exhaled slowly, putting the words together in his head as best as possible. "You need rest. Sleep in my bed for a couple hours."

Y/N practically choked. "I-I can't.."

"2 hours?? I'll wake you up then.."

She looked to Levi then over to his bed with a contemplative sigh. "I-I'll be in the kitchen otherwise.." Levi muttered as a final push.

Eventually a full smile appeared on her lips. "I can't thank you enough Levi. You're so sweet." She stood and Levi's breath caught in his throat as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and then.. her lips were coming down on top of his head.

He felt as though his skin was melting off when she pulled back. "I promise I won't overstay my welcome though. You can kick me out if you think I am."

"I won't" he thought as he stared at her from his seat.

Her boots hit the floor with a soft thunk soon followed by her sweater inching off beautiful shoulders, down her arms and.. Levi looked away but then his curiosity caught him again and he was watching her fold the item and place it on the edge of the bed.

Just relax

It wasn't like he'd never seen a girl take her clothes off. Though maybe Hange didn't quite fit that bill now that he really thought about it. With a soft exhale he felt the tension from his shoulders slowly give and his mind was back on the cooling beef stew in front of him.

He shifted the beef chunks around before taking a cautious bite. Swallowing it down with ease. He'd always loved making this dish, it reminded him of his mom and he'd always pictured her smile when he ate it. But for whatever reason right now he wasn't even slightly focused on the warm meal.

He heard a loud shift across the room, which was probably the third one in a row. And he looked up to hear his name being called. Her voice was so soft, so tender he felt like he'd misheard.

"Come here." She said with an outstretched hand. "Please?"

Levi stood from his spot at the table, pushing the chair in and heading over to her. When he stood in front of her he could see a barely there smile on her face and she blinked up at him before beckoning for him to sit by her legs.

Despite the part of him that was slightly uneasy over being that close he took the spot, boring deep holes into the smooth hard wood.

A couple seconds passed with neither of them saying a word. Then a minute of pure silence flooded the room with uncomfortable reality.

"I hate myself for thinking this way honestly.." She began and Levi twitched. "But I kinda wish I had never dated Jean."

Levi blinked then stole a glance at her. She was staring back and her fingers were intertwined on her stomach.

"I mean.. uggh he's so sweet. Not you sweet but caring and kind and I love that about him. I love him I just.." She let out a harsh breath, sitting up and to Levi's own shock wrapped both arms around his midsection. "I hate him too." She whispered into Levi's neck but he wasn't even registering the words, more focused on trying to breathe.

"Are you ok with this?" She exhaled into his collar.

Levi's fingers dug into the soft bedding, toes curled in his boots, eyes shut tight. He slowly nodded trying his best not to look the way he felt.

"Nooo ok I don't hate him. I hate things about him." She continued "That's normal right? Everyone hates things about people they love."

"Y-yeah." Levi shifted squeezing his legs closer together.

Y/N didn't seem to notice though as she droned on. "How many things though-"

Her hand was moving over his chest. Whether she knew it or not it was slowly cresting over his stomach. Then back up toward his bashing heartbeat. Her leg unabashedly rubbing almost roughly against his.

"Because I hate his attitude and his possessiveness.. but Levi. He was my first serious relationship I can't imagine my life without him.."

Levi's heart dunked. It felt as though it was flopping its way into his small intestine. He peered over at her face where she was rubbing her chin in the crook of his shoulder.

"Why can't it just be simple?"

Levi exhaled, noting how her eyes fluttered when he did so. The way his breath smoothed over her cheeks. And warm scent of her own breath. "I know.. nothing about stuff like this.." He answered honestly

Her body heat pressed slightly firmer into him. "If you did.. would you be simple?" She muttered, pressing her chin back into his collarbone.

"Maybe.."

Why was she so ok with being this close while Levi was practically unconscious inside? She leaned her head against him like she'd done it so many times before. Stared into his eyes and touched his chest.

Her finger came up and he blinked rapidly as she plucked his hair back away from his face. "Well would you love your girlfriend?"

"Y-yes."

"Would you always respect her boundaries?"

"Yeah."

"Would you cling to her? Whine anytime she even breathes around another guy?"

"I.. It might be hard not to immediately be jealous.. but I'd want her to know I trust her."

If it were possible to drown in someone's eyes Levi was doing it right now. For once he knew that what he was seeing wasn't his imagination, her eyes flicking from his own eyes to his lips and back up again.

"You're partially there then." She replied, completely making eye contact again.

"Are you dating Jean again?" Levi asked before his brain had even caught up. "I know Hange said you two might get back together."

She backed away, flopping backwards on the bed. Though her leg remained nuzzled against his. Every bit of his body was screaming for her warmth to return.

She sat herself up on her elbows. "He acts like we are but we aren't."

"What about that kiss?" If he could stop himself from talking he damn sure would.

"Kiss?"

"O-on the balcony.. near the stairs."

Her hands flew to her face. "You say that? Oh god.." He winced as she spoke. "No, Levi.. I'm not.. I mean listen.. He caught me off guard, I wasn't expecting him to do that."

Levi just nodded along.

"I just wish everything was simple.. I wish being with Jean was like being with-"

The pink in her cheeks was unmistakable now. So so very unmistakable. And Levi's heart was definitely almost out of his chest with just how hard and how fast it was beating.

Suddenly every bit of her warmth was disengaging with him. Her legs coming up to curl on the bed as she shifted into a fetal position. Her arm reaching up to yank a pillow over her head. She let out a harsh laugh that made Levi inch away a little.

"Ok! I'm gonna sleep now!" She continued to giggle and Levi took this opportunity to practically yank himself off the bed, heading back to his abandoned bowl of stew.

Though there was definitely no way he was going to eat it now.

~~~~

A barrage of hard knocks sounded that could definitely only be Hange and Levi yanked the door open to allow her and Erwin to assess his room like they were cops.

"She's in here!" Erwin whisper-yelled pointing towards Y/N still curled up now sleeping peacefully with a blanket Levi had put over her.

"You sly dog!" Hange said a bit too loud.

"Shut up."

"Uh?" Erwin gestured

Levi rolled his eyes. "She came to me talking about Jean." He grunted at the mention. "We talked then she fell asleep in my bed."

"And you didn't.." Hange gestured with her hips quickly getting a smack to the shoulder from Erwin.

"Fucking idiot." Levi said with a sigh. "How did you both find out she was here?"

"Connie and Sasha said they couldn't find her and that Jean drove off hours ago and probably wasn't gonna return till later today."

Levi shouldn't have but a sort of pleasant flutter rose in his chest. He almost let his lips upturn catching it way before Erwin and Hange could see.

"Ok.. but why your bed of all places?" Erwin continued to pry.

"She was really tired from last night."

"Yeah she was." Hange guffawed, gestured again getting yet another slap from Erwin. This time she reached out for her shoulder with a wince.

"It wasn't a fun kind of 'last night' Hange." Erwin remarked "So what about this?"

"What about it?"

"Make your move already." He replied

Levi groaned rolling his eyes. "Her heart might only be set on Jean."

"Says the guy who currently has her in his bed." Hange states with a sigh.

Y/N jerked awake when the sound of more loud knocking erupted at Levi's door. Hange quickly moved before anyone else could opening it for a flustered and sleep deprived looking Connie and Sasha.

"Hey!" Sasha called racing across the room.

Hange reached out for Connie's shoulder. "Where does Jean plan on sleeping tonight when he comes back?"

Connie turned. "In our room. We're not all sharing one room but I doubt Y/N's gonna let us hang out for a while."

Once Connie had left earshot Hange turned to Levi with a gigantic smile.

"Shut up already."

"At this point we might as well say nothing Hange." Erwin shrugged with a shake of his head.

Connie sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on Sasha's shoulder as she spoke. "Why'd you come here? Jean left hours ago you could've just slept in your own bed."

"I didn't feel comfortable sleeping in my bed.." She replied, pulling her legs into her chest.

"Just come back tonight. Knowing Jean he'll go to sleep as soon as he gets back to the lodge." Connie replied

"Has he texted you?" Y/N questioned

"No."

"He's driving and he never texts while he's driving."

Y/N nodded feeling a mild pang in her chest as she leaned back on her palms. She slowly blinked the sleep from her eyes with a tiny yawn. Her eyelids soon fluttering open again instantly making contact with Levi who seemed to relax at her soft gaze. She tilted her head with a little smile in his direction.

"Or, maybe you should stay here." Sasha smirked

Y/N snapped her head towards her best friend. "Huh?!"

"What?" Connie blinked at the two girls. Sasha who was now giggling and Y/N who flopped back against the mattress covering her face with both hands.

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Day seven

"Aren't you bored?"

"No."

"Cold?"

"Extremely.."

"Then why don't you ski with us instead of reading all those boring books?! Can you even properly turn the pages with gloves on?"

"Please go away.."

Levi huffed as Hange kicked her feet back and forth slightly shaking the bench. The sun was slowly starting to diminish for the day and Levi wanted nothing more than to finish this chapter at least. "I'm just keeping you company.. you look lonelier than usual."

"Isn't Moblit skiing today? On his only off day?"

She stared up at the sky, pondering this for a second "Bye Levi!" She said sprinting off.

Levi breathed a sigh of relief, flipping the pages of his book back to where he'd been reading. Easily deemed more difficult with the wool of his dark red gloves.

"Whatcha reading?" The irritating plop of someone seating themselves next to him made him outwardly grit his teeth and he whipped his head over only to completely lose the malice boiling up toward the surface.

She giggled flipping the book in his hand, careful not to lose the page as she did so. "Don't get me wrong Levi." She began, fiddling with her skis. "I know you love books but don't you wanna go skiing at least once while you're up here?"

Levi flipped the book close shaking his head. "Never done it and I'm cold enough sitting here."

She sighed loudly with a little giggle. "I could always teach you." When Levi didn't respond for a few seconds Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall." She winked standing and putting her hand out.

Erwin's advice from their first day here quickly flooded his memory. He stared at her hand with slight confusion and she must have picked up on it cause she retracted it.

"I figured you'd take it." She waved absently with a wild shake of her head. "Come on! One hour. I promise I'll leave you to your books if you hate it."

A bit more contemplation and he nodded. He looked to her as he stood. "So.." He tried

"So?"

"I-"

"Skis! You need skis." She replied awkwardly, pressing her gloved hand against the bridge of her nose. "Sorry.." She grumbled in defeat.

As soon as they'd touched the first bit of fresh powder Levi knew he shouldn't have agreed to this. He flopped around in these awful contraptions before hitting the snow right on his ass. While Y/N tried and failed to surpress a giggle.

"Are you ok?" She heaved, putting both her hands out for him.

This time Levi took them brushing the cold off his backside. "Just fine." He grunted

"You're a beginner so it's ok to struggle." She replied "Maybe you should hold on to me.. you know to be safe.."

When Levi took her arm he felt a burst of currents flowing through every inch of him. Almost too happy for such a normal touch. His foot slipped again and he was quickly glad for her hand that came to steady him.

"Just move with me ok. Skis connecting to stop and spread apart to go." His fingers dug into her jacket and she smiled to him. "Don't be scared ok. I'm gonna do this with you."

"Tch, I'm not scared.."

"Oh? Then I'll bet you'll ace this right off the bat and leave me in the dust."

It was safe to say Levi hated this immediately. The skis slid quickly and the hill they were on only propelled it further. He quickly connected the skis stopping just behind Y/N who'd slipped from his grasp and slowed to a halt turning to look back at him.

"One more time ok?"

He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Cheeks puffed out as he looked at her.

"Please? I'll let you go back to your book after you destroy this hill." She giggled, outstreching her arm.

His gaze softened and he reached a slightly shaky hand out to her. The occasional person raced past them but Y/N kept her gaze on Levi steadily holding his wrist where he was practically jabbing her coat with his fingernails through his gloves.

"That's it." She cooed "You're doing good, not too fast ok."

"Mm." He held her just a little tighter feeling his stomach slowly uncoil.

Without really meaning to he felt the skis slowly start to spread apart and the once really easy, gentle pace quickly became much faster.

"Levi slow down a little.." She warned

He pulled his feet in only to have them slip beneath him at the much quicker speed they were going. He hit the ground hard but didn't stop, dragging Y/N down in his grip. She screamed out Levi's name or so he might have heard but they were practically flying down at this point.

Snow fluttering around them with each tumble and roll. Levi ended up on his back and one of his skis flew off as he grappled around still tumbling with Y/N just behind him. He gasped in air as it flew from his body, coughing and wincing as they continued to fall.

He grunted, reaching out for her with one arm which quickly grabbed her leg to keep her close to him. They hit a snow bank and Levi was quickly recovering his sight just before they both grinded to a halt hitting the bottom of a tree stopping their tumbling.

Y/N was the first to try to sit up instantly crying out. "Ah ah!" She cried "L-Levi.." Came her pained whimpers as she clutched her ankle.

"Your.." He struggled trying his best to properly roll over to her side.

"Levi, I don't think I can get up." She said "You need to go get help.. it's getting dark."

"I can't leave you here.."

"Did you bring your phone?" She tried, blinking over at him.

"No."

"Then you have to go get help while you can still make it."

Levi gritted his teeth but used the tree they were currently resting on to pull his weight up. Helping Y/N to lay her back against the bark. "Which way is it?" He looked down at his feet, wiggling both now skiless shoes around.

When she didn't answer he turned to look at her. Eyes wide as he gazed at her snow covered hair and cheeks. "I-I don't know.."

(Hey Siri, play Ho Hey by The Lumineers)

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pbandjesse · 2 years ago

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It was very warm today! But I felt very cute. I did my best to not fall apart because I was to warm. I fell apart for other reasons but you know. Can't win them all.

I slept okay. I felt pretty good when I woke up but I for sure need to start stretching again. My back and hips have been hurting me. And the few tiny stretches help a lot so I know a more structured stretch when I get up will help a lot more.

I got dressed and was determined to wear a harness with my dress. Every time I see someone online do it I am just like that is the coolest thing and I want to look like the cool girls from the internet. And I think it looked great.

I made half a bagel and headed to the museum. There was some confusion with the start time but it was fine in the end. I had an excellent drive in. I'm at my favorite part of the MCR playlist so far. And I got to the museum without an issue.

I was just watching Aubrey today so it wasn't like I had a ton to do. I did some supplies. I helped set up tables. And chatted with my friends. It was good.

The group was sweet. I would end up helping with the assembly line a lot more then I was scheduled too. But that's fine. I liked doing one side of the line and the kids did a great job.

We had a little break. And while Aubrey was ushering them to lunch I went and got things set up in the next classroom. I also decided I would do a printmaking project tomorrow at Puhtok so I borrowed the carving tools I have there before I went to have my little break.

The rest of the day was mostly watching. Giving tips. And enjoying watching the kids make roller coasters. It was fun but I was a little in my head.

I started getting really bad anxiety about camp. I had running thoughts and half convinced myself that I had done something wrong and that I wasn't actually going to work at camp this year and they were going to tell me tomorrow and be like. NVM we don't actually need you this year. And I was working myself up so much I decided I should just email Alexi directly.

And because she's amazing she emailed me back within like 3 minutes. She was like. Jesse you didn't do anything wrong! We are so excited to have you back! And I was just like. Washed me relief. She said I could make a wishlist for supplies and I would do that this afternoon. But I felt so much better.

I would watch the desk for James so they could go get us 711 pizza. The ticket taking is always fine but I flounder without gift shop sales. Because not everything has barcodes and you have to find the scanner paper and I am just so bad at it.

Mike came and helped. But James would come back pretty quickly and I felt very dumb so I was glad they could take over again.

I went to the education office to have my little lunch and then did car parts supplies while I chatted with my coworkers about the wedding and Stardew valley and the places we like to eat in town.

Me and Aubrey did some more oysters and put away some stuff before it was time to go. I went to kiss James's head before I headed back out into the world. And headed home.

When I got back here I saw from outside that Mr Will put an ac unit in our living room. Which I didn't want but I appreciated him doing it still. I dont want to put all of his business out there but he apparently had a small stroke. I am devastated about this. He has no paralysis but possibly some blindness? I did not get to see him today though and I'm really sad about that. I am going to make him some cookies.

And James would move the ac to our bedroom when they got home. Which is what I wanted originally.

I did some cleaning and made sure I had things ready for tomorrow. For the market and puhtok and everything. I wiped down the kitchen. And put on the couch cover. Tidied up a while. And put some stuff in the trunk for camp. Clothes and a few things. It's not the final stuff but it's a start!

I got a little overheated. I sat down and tried to do some knitting. I got two rows of the 3 I was supposed to. But it was hard to sit with the yarn on my lap. I was just very uncomfortable.

I decided to take a quick shower and that helped a lot. Plus putting on a fan. And I would play Stardew until James got home.

They had stopped at the bike store to do some networking for the museum. And we're all sweaty but it was still nice to have them with me. And they would make me breakfast for dinner! Love that.

I took my nail polish off and made the list for camp. Texted with CJ for a while because she's coming over on Sunday. I watched James play video games for a little. And then went to work on a new print for Charlotte for her birthday.

I have been hanging out since then. I have to wake up early early but that's alright. It is going to be a long day. But I am looking forward to all the parts of it. So wish me luck. It's the first day of the farmers market and then I'm heading to puhtok for the first day of the year. I am excited.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves in the heat!!

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 4 years ago

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After s11e01 of Taskmaster, I commented on a weird contradiction in Jamali Maddix’s approach to the show. That he epitomizes both Jo Brand-style not giving a fuck, and James Acaster-style “I will scrap with Greg and any other contestants in my way over one point”.

I didn’t get around to listening to the s11e02 podcast until today, but Jamali was the guest and he had an interesting explanation for that contradiction. He said he didn’t start to care about winning until he got into the studio. So while he was filming the tasks beforehand, he was mostly interested in being funny and didn’t really care who won. But when he got into the studio, he found himself getting really competitive and wanting to beat the others.

This, according to the first two episodes and the pre-season contestant interviews, seemed to mostly manifest as fights with Lee Mack. Given that Charlotte’s thing is adorable confusion, Sarah’s thing is pragmatism, and Mike’s think is just doing everything his own way. Lee’s the only one who’s out there with straightforwardly competitive energy that will act as a brick wall for Jamali to run into while getting competitive in the studio (not trying to pick a winner in the conflict by describing Lee as a wall that stops Jamali, I’m going for more an “unstoppable force, immovable object” image).

Jamali then had quite an interesting explanation for why this happened. He said he hadn’t watched Taskmaster before appearing on it, so he thought of it as just another panel show. He asked Ed how many panel show appearances he’s made in his career, and Ed said probably around 100. He then asked Ed how many panel show episodes he’d won, and of course Ed didn’t know. Jamali said that was his point. Most of the time, the point of a panel show is to be funny and get attention, not to win. When filming the pre-recorded tasks, Jamali was in that mindset. When he got into the studio and felt the competitive energy, that was when he decided he cared about winning.

That’s an interesting take that I think makes a lot of sense. I’ve said before that I watched Taskmaster before any of these other panel shows, and Taskmaster is the reason I got into other panel shows. Taskmaster got me really invested in these people, and then I watched other shows to see more of those people. If I’ve already seen people get really into a competition, then I’ll care enough about them to be interested in seeing them try to be funny and get attention while sitting behind a desk. This is compounded by the fact that Taskmaster gives you a bunch of episodes in a row with the same people, while on other panel shows I have time to get invested in the team captains and the host, but it’s harder with individual guests.

It's also just an interesting way to point out that Taskmaster is better than other panel shows because it has an entire element that they don’t. If you enjoy getting into watching people compete at something, you won’t really get that from most panel shows. The only other panel shows I’ve seen so far that have any competitive element are Catsdown and WILTY, since they do test actual skills (words, numbers, working out when people are lying), and they accurately keep track of how people perform. Maybe Big Fat Quiz as well, I guess. But none of those are anywhere near as competitive as Taskmaster. Taskmaster has all the reasons to watch other panel shows - entertaining banter among guests who say funny things on a professional basis. But it also has this whole other competitive element.

People watch panel shows rather than game shows because it’s more fun to see professional comedians say stuff than to see random members of the public say stuff. People watch game shows (and, you know, sports) because it’s fun to see people get into competitions. Taskmaster has all those things.

#taskmaster #jamali maddix

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kurts-still-here · 3 years ago

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They’ll Never See Me Cry Kurtbastian FanFiction Chapter 5/7: Never Been Kissed

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Mike and Artie

Artie and Mike were internally cursing Rachel for making them late to football practice. She had specifically needed the two of them for help, something about an audition for something and that she needed Mike for choreography and Artie to record. And since it was Rachel it took one hour longer than it was supposed to and now they were going to be late for their practice. They were praying that they could get dressed in record time so they wouldn’t be penalized by Coach Beiste as they entered the locker room and went inside. They went over to their lockers, quickly getting out their stuff when they heard muffled cries and sniffling coming from the lockers a few rows down from them.

“Do you hear that?” Artie asked Mike, peeking his head around the corner so he could try to figure out what the source of the crying was.

“Yeah,” Mike said, doing the same as Artie. Their eyes wandered around for a moment before they settled on someone who was curled up in a ball, crying their eyes out. And that person was Kurt.

“It’s Kurt,” Artie whispered. “What’s he doing here? He should’ve been gone hours ago,”

“Well it’s obvious that something happened to him,” Mike said, worried.

Kurt had been acting strange the entire year so far. He looked like a ghost most of the time, losing weight by the day and getting paler every second. He stopped fighting Rachel for solos and stayed quiet in glee club. He was so quiet and kept to himself and it made Mike wonder if he was the only one that noticed.

Mike had first noticed during Kurt’s dad’s heart attack. He had known how upset Kurt was and then how his worry was added to when the glee club was attacking him for his thoughts on religion. He felt bad but he didn’t know how to be a good friend to Kurt during the time because he was pulling away from everyone and closed himself off. Thankfully his dad survived and Mike thought that Kurt would be okay and that he would go back to normal.

He was wrong. Kurt only got skinnier and player and he only stopped smiling more and this time it seemed like he didn’t even try to hide how miserable he was. Mike knew that it was because of the bullying an =d he knew that it was getting worse for him but once again, he didn’t know how to help. And he would ask someone for advice on how to reach out to him but once again, no one else seemed to notice Kurt. They were all preoccupied, Rachel and Finn with Sectionals, Brittany, Santana and Quinn with Cheerios, Mercedes and Tina with trying to fight to have their voices heard, and then Mike, Sam and Puck didn’t really seem like the best people to go to on advice on how to help someone. Mike didn’t think that Kurt would appreciate it much if he went to an adult like Mr. Schue or Ms. Pillsbury and besides, he knew that everyone noticed the bullying and they continued to do nothing. And those were his only options.

Mike cared about Kurt, they were friends. He didn’t like seeing him look so soulless and dead and he wanted to do something. What could he do?

“Yeah but what do you think it is?” Artie whispered back. “The bullying can’t be that bad, Sam punched Karofsky to tell him to back off,”

“And you really think that Karofsky’s going to listen just because he got beat up?” Mike asked. “Karofsky’s strong, he has the power and he knows that no one cares about Kurt being bullied. He thinks he can get away with it because no one dares to stop him,”

“Well what should we do?” Artie asked, coming away from the corner and looking up at Artie.

“We should see what’s wrong, Artie,” Mike said, obviously.

“Hell no,” Artie whispered harshly.

“Well why not?” Mike asked, confused. “He’s our friend and he’s upset,”

“Look Mike, Kurt is our friend but I’ve known him way longer than you have and he’s not going to want to know that anyone saw him in the state that he’s in, that’s nothing against us it’s just who he is. He’s too prideful and acts like he has everything under control even when it’s obvious he doesn’t. If he really needs help, if he really wants someone to know what’s going on then he would reach out to someone but that’s not what he wants. Besides, I don’t want to listen to him cry about his problems because newsflash, we all have our shit.” Artie explained.

“So let me get this straight,” Mike said, ashamed of Artie for being so selfish. “You want us to ignore the fact that we just saw Kurt, our friend who’s obviously going through a rough time, crying on the floor of a dirty locker room? You want us to ignore the fact that something’s up with him when you know that if one of us were in his position that he would come over to help us whether we wanted help or not? And what do you mean we all have our shit? Sure we get like a slushie in the face every once in a while but you don’t see us getting thrown into dumpsters or getting shoved up against lockers,”

“All I’m saying is that we can’t act like he’s the only one who’s being bullied. Yes maybe what he goes through is slightly worse but we still get harassed. Trust me Mike, he doesn’t want or need our help. He’ll be fine,”

“Have you even noticed how he’s been acting lately?” Mike asked, getting angrier by the second.

“Yes, actually I have,” Artie said, matter-of-factly. “He’s being prissy and closed off and honestly, I don’t care. It’s his life, who are we to interfere? We stood up to Karofsky for him and if Karofsky didn’t get the message from that then he probably never will. If his only problem is the bullying then there’s nothing else we can do about it. It’s not like he’ll go through it for the rest of his life Mike,”

“You sound selfish Artie,” Mike told him. “What if he needs help and he just doesn’t know how to go about getting it? What if his problem isn’t only the bullying? What if he’s depressed or something? You don’t know how he feels and you don’t know what’s going on,”

“Exactly,” Artie said, narrowing his eyes. “And I don’t want to know. He needs to learn how to stand up for himself. He’s not always going to have someone who’s there to fight his battles for him. Like I keep saying, there’s nothing we can do. Now come on we have like a minute to get out to the field before we have to do laps,”

Artie whipped his wheelchair around and started to roll himself out of the room before he stopped and turned his head around to look at Mike.

“Look Mike, come on,” He said, trying to be more sympathetic. “He’s going to be fine, this is Kurt Hummel. He’s strong and we all know that. Don’t worry about it,”

Mike looked back over the corner again to see Kurt still curled in one himself, his small body shaking and he sighed. Artie was probably right, Kurt didn’t seem like the kind of person that would ask for help even if he needed it. And Kurt was stubborn. He probably wouldn’t even let him help out if Mike went over there. So what was the point?

“You’re right,” Mike said, shaking his head. “Let’s go,”

So Mike followed Artie out of the room and he hoped that Kurt hadn’t seen them. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed in himself for what he did. He just left someone alone when they were crying and were obviously in a bad place. His mother would be disappointed in him too. That’s not how he was raised. He was raised to show compassion and to help people, that’s one of the reasons why he never bullied Kurt in the first place. But what he just did was horrible.

He wanted to make it up to Kurt somehow. What could he do for him, what could he give him to make up for the stupid choice he made and what could he give him to make him happier? He thought about that all throughout football practice and the thoughts stayed with him throughout his evening. He was ashamed of everyone else too.

Artie seemed to be fine after seeing Kurt, he joked around with Sam, Finn and Puck like nothing was wrong and it made him sick. Artie was supposingly Kurt’s friend, they were all supposingly Kurt’s friend and yet no one seemed to care about him. What great friends they all were.

He ate his dinner and thought about Kurt. He tried to do his homework but all he could think about was Kurt. He went to bed and he tossed and turned thinking about Kurt. The images of the small boy, shaking and sobbing and then walking in the hallways, shoulders slumped and straight faced. He didn’t want those pictures, he wanted pictures of happy Kurt, dancing and singing and rolling his eyes but then he started to feel stupid and selfish because Kurt probably wanted those things too.

But then he thought back to what Artie said and he told himself that he had made some pretty good points. If Kurt really wanted or needed help then he would ask for help. It made sense. He was strong and he didn’t need anyone yet right? There was no reason for him to beat himself up over his actions right? He was actually doing the right thing by giving Kurt his space and privacy.

That’s what he told himself so he could finally get to sleep but in the back of his mind and in the pit of his stomach he knew that it was only an excuse. And he knew that he was a horrible friend.

Kurt

Kurt felt his stomach lurch as he quickly uncurled himself from the ball he was in and reached over to grab a trash can before heaving into it. The taste of some hamburger still lingered in his mouth from when Karofsky had kissed him and it was making him sick. Everything about the situation was making him sick.

He was still shocked about what happened. Karofsky had kissed him. Karofsky had kissed him hard, it was wet and sloppy and forced and horrible. Karofsky had shoved his tongue and Kurt’s mouth and had kissed him. Karofsky had kissed him because he likes him. Karofsky had kissed him because he likes him and that’s also why he bullies him. Karofsky kissed him because Karofsky was gay.

It was all so confusing and it made his head hurt. He felt so violated and he didn’t know if he was more disgusted with his assaulter or with himself.

It had all happened so quickly. One minute he was in the hallway reading the word “courage” from a text that Blaine had sent him and then next minute he was shoved up against a locker by Karofsky’s hand. And then the next minute he was running down the hallway after Karofsky, forgetting about his phone and storming into the locker room. And then he was yelling and then he was kissed. And you would think that it wasn’t a big deal, he had been kissed and that meant that Karofsky liked him which was a good thing. Then maybe Karofsky would stop attacking him all the time right? Wrong.

It was a difficult thing to process but Kurt knew that Karofsky didn’t like him, he was confused and scared and he attacked Kurt because he was self conscious about his own sexuality. Maybe since Kurt was so open about being gay, he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to, that made Karofsky jealous of him and that’s why he constantly bullied him.

And maybe Karofsky thought that he liked Kurt because he was the only openly gay person that he knew. He was just insecure and scared and he wasn’t sure about who he was and that’s why he had kissed him. And it was just a kiss, only one and no further. He shouldn’t be freaking out, he shouldn’t be worrying so much but he was also scared.

It could’ve gone further. He was pretty sure that Karofsky's actions counted as sexual assault but what if there was a next time. God he didn’t want there to be a next time but what if there was? And what if next time it wasn’t just a kiss? What if it was kissing? What if it was something more? What if next time Karofsky raped him? He had already stolen his first kiss (he told himself that Brittany didn't count for him) and that meant he could steal more. Please don’t let him steal more from me.

Everything had been taken from him and he didn’t have anything or anyone else. Finn had taken his dad from him and although he didn’t mind anymore it still caused a twinge of guilt and heart inside of him whenever he saw them sitting down together watching a football game or whenever Burt took Finn to a game. But whatever, he accepted it. His friends were drifting away from him. Or was he pushing them away? Maybe it was both but it was becoming more and more obvious everyday that they didn’t care about him. Mr. Schue made him sing with the boys even though the boys didn’t want him there and even though the boys still thought that he was a freak. He was sent away along with his ideas because they weren’t wanted, because he wasn’t wanted. Instead he ended up at some prep school where he met a boy named Blaine and that same boy was the reason that he had thought he could stand up for himself.

But Kurt couldn’t stand up for himself. And Kurt wasn’t Blaine or Finn or Rachel. He didn’t have any fight like Puck, Santana or Quinn. He wasn’t strong, he was weak and pathetic and cowardly and he couldn’t even fight for himself without coming out of the situation even more terrified and hurt then he was before. He wasn’t any good.

Kurt lifted his head up from the trashcan when he couldn’t get anything else to come up and curled back up in his ball. He didn’t know what to do or where to go. He knew that he was being slightly irrational seeing that Karofsky was in football practice and Kurt could get to his car without being noticed but he still stayed where he was. He knew that he would have to leave soon though since he had been there for a while and it was probably almost time for the team’s practice to be over. He probably looked like a mess and he didn’t want anyone to see him in the state that he was in. They would probably just tease him even more except for Finn, Puck, Sam, Mike and Artie who would just pressure him into giving them information that he knew he couldn’t share.

He knew that if he told anyone and the news spread that Karofsky would seriously hurt him, there was no doubt in his mind. Plus he wouldn’t dare even think of outing someone even if the situation had more to do with then just someone’s sexual orientation. So he was trapped. He had no one to talk to and he was scared that it would happen again, worse. What was he going to do?

What he always did. He was going to ignore it. It happened and he was still scarred and scared and he knew that wasn’t going to change but he could still try to ignore it as much as possible. He couldn’t tell anyone and he wouldn’t tell anyone. He would keep it to himself, bottled up in his body, a secret to be kept from everyone. And life would go on. Hopefully.

So telling himself the plan, he pushed himself up from the floor and grabbed his bag before practically running out of the locker room, down the hallway and out the door to his car. Of course it was raining outside because it was always running when something like this happened so Kurt got soaked but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore, he didn’t even matter. He just had to focus on surviving, doing whatever he needed to do to make it one more day. And then he could do what he always did. He could come home from school and go right to his room. He had stopped eating altogether and no one in his family seemed to notice or care so they left him alone. He could stay huddled up in his room for the rest of the evening, laying in his bed and crying or sometimes just looking straight ahead, as if he wasn’t even there. He didn’t even bother to turn on the TV to drown out the quietness of his room because the silence was good. He could break down and no one would notice.

And that was fine. He didn’t want them to notice and he didn’t want anyone’s pity. He knew where he belonged and he knew that no one cared about him. He could keep everything to himself and he could pretend he didn’t exist. He didn’t want to exist anymore.

#glee #glee fanfiction #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #kurtbastian

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fanmoose12 · 4 years ago

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Hello again It is me the worried anon about their fanfic. Actually, I am so grateful for your feedback, I thought about sharing more with you? If this annoys you, tell me in your next reply, I will stop immediately and I will fully understand it. I hope you are ok with my being my exclusive reader if that is not too weird? Here I go with another part: I don’t know exactly why I am writing what I have already experienced years ago; is it my habit to organize my thoughts whenever I feel lost? Is it the need to remind myself how I became who I am now? May be all of them together? Where should I start? I guess I will record the beginning of all this. At the age of 6, I started talking about people I never met, I said names I never heard and called people in my sleep while crying and screaming whom I never knew. My parents thought that I was another scared child of whatever scares children at this age and ignored my actions. I grew older and the dreams became more violent, the faces became more recognizable, the names started to ring bells that only I could hear and it became even harder to pretend that I don’t experience all that.

My parents decided to consult a psychologist who silently listened to my story of how I was seeing grown up people fighting scary huge creatures; they were eaten, tortured and killed brutally even when they fought back. I described this hellish world as well as I could only to be diagnosed with hallucinations and early signs of schizophrenia. That’s when I learned the first lesson but not the last lesson in my life. Never share what you saw with anyone but yourself.

Ever since I was young, despite all the nightmares, I have always found my peace wherever there were books, plants or both, and I was such a friendly dork who longed for friends but never had one. I met some children and made some fleeting memories but once I started getting used to them, they would never show interest in my friendship again, well, I can’t blame them now if all my drawings were huge ugly smiling creatures eating little screaming humans, can I? My parents had enough of my madness and I was sent to a mental institution where I was under observation for months without being given real medication due to how young I was. Luckily, the doctors noticed that I was younger than the usual age when schizophrenic patients show any reliable signs ; My parents never visited me though, they called once a week but never cared to show up even on my birthday in September I received a short call to remind me that I became 10 years old and that they love me and that’s it. I stayed there for six month which I spent reading, digging in the small garden of the institution, getting scolded by the nurses, reading and digging again and the life went on. The doctor who was responsible for my case was fascinated by my behavior, he made sure to test my mental state and abilities quite often and I remember his kind and impressed smile after every test, it filled me with joy and pride even if didn’t say it often and that’s when I started to understand that I was exceptionally smart. He kept testing me whenever he had a chance using games, questions, tests and after each session, I got a new book. He became my one and only friend in a place where I was the youngest resident they ever had. He kept trying to ask me about my dreams but I learned my lesson by then and so I denied everything I said earlier with the most innocent and clueless smile I could give. He could never succeed and always smiled accepted my lies with a kind yet disappointed smile.

I spent my days there doing the same things on daily bases or at least that’s how it looked like… Alone in my room, I learned even more from my nightmares. There was a beautiful blond girl called Nanaba, a very tall blond man called Mike, another tall blond man called Erwin and another man called moblit but the most interesting of all was a short, grumpy yet very strong man called Levi. My 10 years old self memorized the names and faces but didn’t have enough memories to know who they were back then until this fateful night when the fire broke out in the floor where I stayed. I still shudder whenever I remember this moment.

Fire scares every living being no matter how fearless they are, we all can agree on this fact but in my case, I was beyond terrified. I was literally burning…alive.

It was as if I was teleported to a different world. I was flying up in the air. The scary giant creatures were there but with a major difference. They were radiating heat and flames, it was impossible to avoid them if you were close enough and yet, I was so close to them that I felt the heat on my skin without touching them. I managed to kill one Then another Then another I was a lot older than myself then, I was stressed, worried and in pain. I kept on slicing the back of their nicks though. After the fourth one, the fire caught my clothes. The last one in the first row who was about to destroy a weird looking plane forced me to ignore the flames that started to burn the ends of strange clothes. I had to kill him or everything will be lost…. The fifth went down. He didn’t fall alone this time; I started to feel the burning sensation climbing my body, getting more and more painful with each passing moment, I screamed when I could not take the pain anymore, I didn’t know for how long I kept falling or screaming. Everything ended as it started, suddenly. I opened my eyes to find myself in another room. No burns, No fire, No scary huge creatures. Dr Ethan, the friendly doctor who kept my stay in the institution as enjoyable as possible was looking at me with an obvious relief on his face: Hana? How are you feeling now? Can you see me and hear me? I looked at my left hand that was wrapped carefully: I am fine Dr, my hand! The fire…What happened?

He kept the same kind smile: it is ok now Hana…You are safe now…your hand was burned when you tried to push the door to escape; only your palm but it wasn’t too serious. I tried to push the door? What door? When?

I asked: I don’t remember that? Where are my parents? Can I call them? My young self could not think of anyone but them at that moment even if they didn’t. I hoped that would be enough for them to take me home. Dr Ethan remained silent for a few seconds then said: Hana…you fainted because of the smoke you inhaled…you have been very brave trying to open the window and even push the door to save yourself…you are impressive as usual but you need to rest now. I remember how angry and scared I was: Dr Ethan I want mommy! I want to tell them that I was going to die! I remember that it was the first time in those six months to cry like the real child I was; I was terrified, confused, tired and scared.

He tried to maintain the same smile: Hana, it is too late at night now…you should sleep and we will call them the first thing in the morning, I promise.

I couldn’t say anything…I nodded quietly so that I can be alone, I didn’t want anyone around me, I only wanted my parents. After he left the room, I kept sobbing silently all night until I learned another harsh lesson in the morning. That's another part of it, I hope my asks don't annoy you, Remember you can always be as honest as you want, I really appreciate your feedback as much as I love your work.

omg don't feel sorry or worried that you annoy me! your work is really good and i'm so honored that you decided to share it with me🥺

and i've gotta say i'm so interested in what happens next! that doctor, he is up to something, right? oh, and that fire! i wonder what was the cause of it? will hange find the others? and what lesson she learned? i'm so, so hooked!

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hideawayintheimaginationworld · 4 years ago

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If your still accepting story request and don't plan on writing this in one of your stories, maybe Night reuniting with Mike?

“You're my brother...”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Daniel—”

“I don’t answer to that name.”

“Then what do you answer to? Please tell me.”

Nightmarionne sighed. He never thought, his brother, or rather, the man who use to his brother was pleading for answers.

“Nightmarionne.”

“Why that name?”

“I didn’t want to be who I was anymore. Accept it.”

“I will... I will... but listen to me.”

“There is nothing to listen to Michael, this discussion is over.”

Michael grabbed his hand, “No! It's not!!” He realised how cold and bony his hand was, he looked at Nightmarionne in his cold blacken eyes, trying to see if he could actually see his brother in there, but he found nothing.

“I made an irreversible mistake... I killed you and now you're.... you’re this.”

“The proper word Old Man Consequences said was a Reaper.”

Michael's world has crashed before him, he thought his brother had been dead for years but he was here... standing in front of him... taller than him, “This is my fault...” He muttered.

“You were responsible for the events that led to my death, but you aren’t responsible for my death,” Nightmarionne said in response.

Michael frowned, “That makes zero sense... I never imagined you'd be like this...”

“What? Be like what? A monster?” Nightmarionne asked him showing him his taloned hands to emphasise his point. He was use to being called a monster, he didn’t wear the title with honour it was more like a label... a burden in a sense.

Michael gently shoved aside his hand, “No... not a monster... you speak with such little emotion... it's like you're apathetic or something... and it's creepy.”

Nightmarionne knew that already, his voice only sounded demonic but it was void of any real emotion. The only real emotion Nightmarionne felt was rage, and it was almost always explosive, as he had seen a man abusing a dog and immediately allowed Plushtrap to attack him in retaliation.

“It's like you really died on that day.”

“I did,” Nightmarionne answered, “Michael, I am not really your brother... I am the shell of who he once was... I can’t remember my mother... I was created from tragedy, agony... I can’t feel any real pain, Michael... I feel my head bleed sometimes...I can’t be your brother because I’m dead. Your brother is dead Michael. You must accept it,” Nightmarionne turned and walked away.

Michael shook his head, he felt himself cry for the first time in years, his brother was slipping away again, he thought about the last day in the hospital, a day he had nightmares about, a day he also died inside, with him being crushed with the realisation that he killed him.

“NO!!” Nightmarionne was stopped by Michael, who threw his arms around his waist to stop him, Michael noticed his whole body overall felt like a skeleton, as he just felt his spine... no meat or fat. Just a tall curved spine that held him up like a mannequin.

Nightmarionne looked down, towering over Michael but seeing him full on crying like a child.

“I won’t lose you again!! I spent so long believing it was my fault! I tried to end my life so many times because you weren’t there anymore! The guilt was killing me, Daniel!!” Michael sobbed.

Nightmarionne snapped.

“I KNOW YOU TRIED! I WAS ALWAYS THERE!!”

Michael froze, still crying, he truly did look like a child. A child who had just been told off by their parents.

“W-What do you mean... you were always there??” Michael asked confused.

Nightmarionne tried to push him away but Michael still hung on tightly, “I watched you... for years... I saw William beating the crap out of you...” Nightmarionne answered, “There were so many times I wanted to kill William myself but something always told me he'd get his comeuppance someday... I saw the fear in your eyes... I watched you mourn... ever wondered why your nightmares abruptly stopped?”

Michael shook his head.

“It was me, Nightmare was preying on you, like how he did to Alec many years later... like how he did to Millie... Sarah... he even tapped into Lefty trying to scare him by showing him what he feared most, which is losing the kids he'd tried so hard to protect... Nightmare weaponised your guilt and regret.”

“But if you did that... then there must be a part of you that doesn’t want me hurt... why have you never come back...?”

Nightmarionne shook his head, “Because... I can’t die... I would have to watch you die... I would suffer watching you die... the thought kills me.”

“So you don’t want to develop any emotional attachments??” Michael asked, “Because you think you'd lose them?”

“You taught me unintentionally that life can be easily stolen in a few moments...” Nightmarionne pushed him off, “Why grow fond of something if it will inevitably die? Especially when you would never be able die yourself.”

“You aren’t living Daniel... if you would be human again at this very moment, would you immediately stay here?” Michael asked.

“I would,” Nightmarionne honestly answered.

“So this immortality is the only thing that stops you??” Michael questioned.

“I hate how people dress up immortality like a paradise... it's hell... a punishment... walking through a long street, watching people come and go, as they are born then die... Immortality is a punishment to condemn permanent loneliness... the best part about being human is living the sweet moments... my life is a circle that never ends... I can’t even get a puppy... I would be too sad when it dies.”

“How about I get a puppy and you can play with it?” Michael suggested.

“No. Michael. No.”

Michael stammered for a response then said “Y-You are only dead because of me! I want to make it up to you! I want to be the older brother you deserve!”

“Then do what I ask Michael...” Nightmarionne lend down his body and his eyes were lined up with Michael's blue eyes.

“Walk away,” Nightmarionne said, seeing Michael's face turn to heartbreak, “Walk out of my life Michael... go enjoy your life with Sammy... with everyone... your brother is dead... you accepted that...”

“I only accepted it because I thought you were dead... but you aren’t!!”

“Why can’t you just fucking forget me?”

Michael wanted to sob again, but he immediately got an idea, “I use to self-harm... but I covered it with this...” Michael showed his arm, Nightmarionne saw the tattoo on his arm, he had seen it many times, it was a little plush Fredbear with a Foxy animatronic holding his hand, taking him somewhere, with words above it that said “Even when I’m gone, The Love in My Heart will Never End. I Love You Both, My Little Boys, Take Care of Each Other Always.”

Nightmarionne suddenly remembered that.

His mother.

It was the final thing she said to them ever.

He had desperately tried to remember her.

Even now he couldn’t recall her name or her face.

He just remembered that.

That had disturbed something in him. Something broken shifted.

He noticed the tattoos were obviously covering self-harm scars, Nightmarionne had seen him self harm at one point and just let it be, not wanting to get involved in family stuff ever again.

Nightmarionne traced a finger over where he saw one of the scars, “You are better than me.”

“Why?”

“Because people won’t run from you.”

“Well, I’m not running from you.”

“Not even when I show this?” Nightmarionne asked, his lower face immediately tore in half, Michael saw the wall of teeth in front of him, Nightmarionne then slowly opened his mouth to show he had more than one row of sharp teeth in his mouth.

His face then came back together, he had a normal mouth, he was waiting for Michael to give an answer.

“When you consider your hair already makes you look like a demon... it doesn’t bother me... I mean we have a bunch of things, that we've both seen, killer clown robots, body-swapping robots, and the weird kid.”

“You’re just saying that Michael.”

“I’m saying it because you are my brother.”

“Yes, I am.”

#Ask #Five Nights at Freddy’s #FNAF 4 #Fazbear Frights #FNAF Michael #Nightmarionne #FNAF Crying Child #Writing Drabble #anonymous

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