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Confession in the moonlight | Gojou Satoru

Category: fluff

2.2k words; Hatsumoude date [6/6]

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Bells and chatter are almost deafening even this late into the night. Families and friends are gathering here, mingling and pushing against each other in the narrow path leading up to the shrine. There are so many carts lined up on the sides, owners screaming their products and shouting over another.

And you're walking through the crowd with the one person who you want to avoid the most in the world.

Thanks to the event which is now dubbed "The Alcohol Incident That Can Never Happen Again", you learned about a couple of things in the following days.

First, alcohol is the enemy. This is ironclad and nothing will ever shift your opinion on it. Alcohol. Is. The. Enemy. None of it will ever touch your lips again.

Second, you discovered what type of a drunk you are. The clingy, bubbly one who has the misfortune of remembering practically everything that happened. Worst combination ever. Because your brain wants you to die from embarrassment. The only plus is that you don't feel like throwing up and you don't have headaches. Whatever Gojou fed you worked wonders.

Just thinking his name makes you want to slam your head into a wall.

Facing him again after that has proven to be a challenge. The memory of what happened on that day intrudes every time you see his face and then you have to take a break to calm down. Faking ignorance and acting as though you remember nothing from the night was your choice. Which was a bad choice since you’re not known for your acting skills and you also have the misfortune of wearing your heart on your sleeve. Which brings on the next problem.

Third, you… seem to have feelings for Gojou. The romantic kind. Like, the boyfriend-girlfriend kind. When you woke up the next day, it was probably the most clear your mind had been in months. Alcohol is a confusing drink. Still, you're never going to go near it again. Making a fool out of yourself once is enough.

Lastly, perhaps most importantly, you basically confessed to him. While drunk. And then went to sleep.

Sitting up in bed the morning after, hair everywhere and jacket still on, you did an analysis.

It's like a typical light novel cliché. A guy and a girl, co-workers or something like that, comfortable with each other, hangs out all the time, one major event or couple of minor events happens, the girl falls in love with the guy or vice-versa, confession and then happy ending.

It all kind of made sense with your new, alcohol-cleaned brain. The fluttering feelings, the spike in heart rate, the uncontrollable blushing and noticing physical contact more. There’s a reason why he’s so comfortable to be around, why you practically entrusted your life in his hands. And you literally said to him once, you think in the movie theatre, that he would make a good boyfriend. To his face. Who says that? Embarrassment turns into self loathing. It makes you wonder how you didn’t notice it last time.

With this new shocking revelation, you didn’t know what to do. Confess? If there is even the slightest bit of chance he doesn’t like you back and rejects you, life will be hell to live. Because you live in the same goddamn place, work together and all of your friends are his friends.

So two options. Three outcomes. One: you confess and he accepts and everything is fine. Ideal. Two: you confess and he rejects you and so you leave the place, never come back again and work in a farm halfway across the world by changing your identity. That sounded reasonable enough. Three: you don’t confess and somehow act naturally around him. This has problems because, again, you wear your heart on your sleeve. It’s still very tempting. More so than the second one. This is perhaps the most difficult decision you’ve made in your life.

So you turned to the one person you can vent this kind of thing on. Shouko. Who looked at you like you were either stupid or dense. Maybe both. Definitely both. It was quite amazing what she could express while moving the least amount of facial muscles.

“So… yeah. I think I like Gojou and I don’t know which of the options I should take. Help me?”

She just stared at you. With a deadpan face that has all the stress and exasperation in the world. You pride yourself in being able to read other’s faces quite easily. Rubbing her fingers over her eyes and groaning for a bit, she eventually took her phone out and dialled a number. The line rang for a bit.

“Ijichi? You owe me 10,000 yen.” Clicking off the phone even before hearing a response, Shouko turned her focus back to you. “You seriously don’t know?”

“Don’t know what? What was the phone call about?”

“That he likes you? That’s he’s insufferable because of that? You seriously don’t know?” She inched closer and closer until her face was right in front of yours. Shouko is seriously scary when she’s angry, like a sleeping lion. And you just somehow poked her. “Look at me in the eyes. You seriously never realised?”

“Um, what?”

“The dates. Remember when I couldn’t go to the movie for Howl because someone came in? I immediately gave it to him because I owed him a favour and he wanted to spend time with you. The time he went shopping with you by flying. Do you know why he offered that in the first place?”

“I mean, it was getting late… And I was in a bad mood so— oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. Do you get it now?”

“So then… the dinner, that was also…”

“A date.” Sighing, she sits back on the sofa, letting her head drop onto the backrest. Thoughts jumble inside your head, all of them slowly clicking into place.

“Wait, so. He likes me?”

Annoyed moans are her response as she thuds her head into the furniture. Something along the lines of “Why me.” could be heard.

“So him inviting me to hatsumoude today is also a date?” Her hand waves lazily in the air.

“Yes, it is. Tell me you accepted.” You nodded, then realised that she can’t see from her position.

“I did. I can’t really say no to him.” She makes a gagging sound.

“Good. Finally. So just confess to him then. He’ll accept, you’ll be happy, he’ll be happy, and we’ll all finally be free.”

“Free of what.”

“Your denseness.” She snaps, sitting back up. Fire burns in her irises. “It’s like the Chinese story, the one with the shield and the spear. You’re the shield, oblivious to every single one of his advances and he’s the spear, never giving up. And we’re the spectators who are bored and tired. So dress up in your prettiest clothes and go.”

And that’s why you’re walking up the steps to the shrine, swaddled in clothing. Gojou is right next to you, enjoying mochi he bought from somewhere and humming. He’s humming while you’re having one of the worst crises of your life. God, you envy his ability to keep cool.

Making every effort to keep calm and not look move your head in his general direction, you finally arrive at the bell. The sound resonates clearly into the night. Coins clink into the offering box. Two bows, two claps, pray, one bow. Your wish is the same as always, with one more sentence. Gojou copies you, mochi finished and trash discarded.

The way down is much easier, your heart a little lighter. Maybe the rest of the night will be fine.

This is a delusion and you realise it as soon as Gojou opens his mouth.

“What did you wish for?” His voice cuts through the commotion, nudging for your attention. You flinch a bit at the closeness but try to regain your composure. If he saw it, he doesn’t comment on it.

“I—I wished for everyone I love to survive the fight with Sukuna and have a peaceful retirement. Especially Ken-chan.” In actuality, you did wish for that but also for a way to confess. He doesn’t need to know that yet. Your voice trembles a bit, betraying you.

“You do know that saying it out loud negates the wish right?” There’s a delighted tone in his voice, like he’s happy he baited you. How is a person this childish? And what does that say about you, the person who likes him? A hand ruffles your head before you have a chance to lament your heart. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your wish comes true.” Your heart thumps.

It’s so unfair how he always knows what to say. It’s so unfair that it’s having this kind of effect on you. Your earlobes grow hot and you scramble to find a reply.

“What did you wish for then?” He shifts his head to look at you. “Yeah, I know. It won’t come true if you say it out loud, but if you can protect everyone and save the human race, I’m sure it's not up to the gods or spirits whether or not your wish comes true.”

He seems to contemplate it. Then nods.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s not up to them.”

“See? So what’s yo—”

“It’s up to you.”

You nearly trip over one of the stone tiles, flailing for balance. Of course Gojou comes to your rescue, hands gently gripping at your sides. The first problem here is that your reaction was too obvious. You can’t feign ignorance now, like you didn’t hear him over the crowd. The second is that you just made a fool of yourself. Which leads to the third problem.

He is way too close.

“You okay?” And now he’s whispering. The blushing worsens. “Come on, let’s go.”

It’s a clearing in the forest a bit away, a smaller dilapidated shrine on the edge of it. A small pond is in the middle, fireflies skimming over the surface and glimmering beautifully.

“There you go.” He guides you to the steps of the ruined shrine, letting you sit down but stays standing. Shifting on his feet, neck cracking as he rolls it. Nervous energy leaks out of him. Wait, is this—

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve rehearsed this like, hundreds of times but my heart is kind of going crazy.” So is yours. He comes back to you then lowers himself to one knee. Your heart stops. “I’m not proposing. Not yet. I’ve heard dating comes first.”

One of your hands slots into his. He removes his blindfold, revealing his cerulean eyes to you for the second time. Breath hitches and he most definitely heard it because his smile, no matter how tentative it was, becomes full and true.

“Let’s get to the main point straight away. I like you.” The words burn you alive and you try to take your hand back but his grip is strong. So you do the next best thing. Averting your face. “I know you do too. I also know you remember the night. Your acting skills are terrible. And Shouko told me.” If you’re not drowning in mortification and something that feels vaguely like hope, you might hit him. And Shouko.

But the second you face him, you see him. The heart-gripping worry in his eyes, the way he’s smiling to cover for his anxiousness, the light trembling in his fingers. It’s so different to his normal self, the aloof and laid-back aura completely dissipated. This is what you do to him?

“I’m not good at this. But I mean every word when I say that you’re the kindest, cutest and the most loveable person that I’ve ever met. You put up with me, and that’s saying a lot.” Protest is at the tip of your tongue, ready to argue that he should stop being so hard on himself and that you genuinely like spending time with him, but he recognises the look on your face and laughs delightedly. “See? So ready to come to my defence, even if it’s me you have to fight. Everyone’s fed up with me to some extent, and I know you are as well, but you still put up with me. That’s what made me fall for you. That unlimited kindness.”

He presses a kiss to the palm of your hand and it feels like he’s giving you his heart at the same time. Love shines in his eyes and clogs at your throat. A shuddering breath passes over the both of you. But then the cheeky smile comes back.

“I think that’s enough to sweep you off your feet. Is your heart beating fast?” A nod. “Hands clammy?” A nod. “Think you can manage granting me my wish?”

A wave of calm washes over. Gojou’s words, filled with sincerity and bare hearted emotions, turn into butterflies that travel to every inch in your body. It’s delightful and there’s no way you can live without hearing it again.

The distance between your lips close, and you swear your heart synchronises with his when they finally touch.

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trashcanreddiefan · 5 years

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Richie Tozier Does the Wired Autocomplete Interview

Summary: Richie does the Wired Autocomplete Interview. Little does he know, there’s a surprise waiting for him at the end.

Word Count: 1150-ish

Warnings: None whatsoever. This is pure fluff.

Author’s Note: Post-Chapter 2. All of the Losers are alive in this fic, including Stan, because I promised.

CROSS-POSTED AT AO3.

Richie took a sip of his coffee before setting his take-out cup down next to his chair. "Okay, let's do this."

He waited for his cue then looked at the camera. "Hi, I'm Richie Tozier and I'm here to do the Wired Autocomplete Interview."

He paused and picked up the first poster board. "Is Richie Tozier…" he read out loud, then pulled off the first strip covering the rest of the question. "Gay?

"Yep," he answered, popping the 'p' with a grin. "I'm strictly dickly, and only interested in one guy's dick in particular these days. Next question!"

He pulled off the next strip. "Is Richie Tozier an actor?" He shrugged. "Well sure, if you count all those years I acted like I was straight. Otherwise, no, I've never been in a movie or on a TV show, unless you count hosting duties on SNL or talk show appearances. Moving on!"

Richie laughed at the next question. "Is Richie Tozier on drugs? One would think, huh, especially after my public breakdown on stage a few years ago. No, contrary to popular belief the only drugs I've ever been on are the ones that have been legally prescribed to keep me as a mostly-functional human being.

"Ok, next. Is Richie Tozier friends with William Denbrough?" He smiled. "Ahh, Billy Boy. Big Bill. Billiam. Yes, Bill and I were friends when we were growing up together in a little backwards-as-fuck town in Maine. We lost touch for a long time but reconnected a few years ago along with the rest of our group of friends and all hang out as much as we can.

"Last question on this card. Is Richie Tozier funny? Depends on who you ask. My friends would probably say no but the Emmy award sitting on my mantel would disagree with them."

Richie tossed the poster to the side. "NEXT!"

He picked up the next poster. "Does Richie Tozier…" He pulled off the first strip. "...Live in California? Yes, my home base is in L.A., but I currently split my time between L.A. and New York.

"Next question… Does Richie Tozier have any pets? Sadly, no, not at the moment. It's too difficult with my travel schedule to have a pet right now.

"Does Richie Tozier write his own jokes?" Richie winced. "I didn't for a long time, as made obvious by all the past jokes about the fake girlfriend that I most definitely did not have, but I have been for a few years now and they mostly seem to be going over well.

"Does Richie Tozier have a wife? Again, gay as fuck, so no.

"And the last question for this one… Does Richie Tozier wear contacts? I have them, but I never wear them. Contacts make my eyes itchy. Besides, my glasses have been part of my signature look for so long that they're basically part of my brand."

Richie tossed that poster aside and picked up the next one. "Moving right along! How did Richie Tozier get the nickname 'Trashmouth'?" Richie chuckled. "It was a childhood nickname that stuck. I was always making jokes and talking trash as a kid, so one day my friend Stan apparently had had enough and told me to shut my trash mouth, and it stuck. Actually the other day Stan called me 'dumpster fire', so the old nickname might be changing.

"How old is Richie Tozier? Let's just say I'm a Gen X'er and leave it at that.

"How did Richie Tozier become a comedian?" Richie looked directly at the camera. "Through a little luck and a lot of hard work.

"How did Richie Tozier win an Emmy? Honestly I have no idea. See above answer, I guess."

He set the poster down. "Is that it? Oh no, wait, there's one more set of questions."

Unlike the previous posters that had the beginning of the question revealed, the last poster had the entirety of each question hidden.

Richie pulled off the first strip before reading the question. "Is Richie Tozier in a relationship?" Richie put a hand over his heart. "The answer to this, and I honestly cannot be more happy to say this, is yes. My boyfriend Eddie and I have been together for two glorious years.

"How did Richie Tozier meet his boyfriend?" Richie grinned. "I'm sensing a pattern here. He was part of the friend group that I mentioned earlier, but my feelings for Eds were always different than my feelings for the rest of my friends, as in I loved to piss him off extra just to get him to touch me. While we were all back together in our hometown a few years ago Eddie was in a serious accident and almost died, and I was so relieved when he woke up in the hospital that I cried like a little bitch and confessed my love for him. Luckily for me, he reciprocated, and the rest, as they say, is history.

"Does Richie Tozier love his boyfriend?" Richie snorted. "People must see our Twitter exchanges. Don't worry, we don't actually hate each other -- roasting each other is basically foreplay for us. Eds gives as good as he gets -- in more ways than one, if you know what I mean. So to answer the question, yes, I love my boyfriend more and more every single fucking day. He's a tiny little ball of rage and I wouldn't trade him for anything."

Richie adjusted his glasses. "Okay, last question." He pulled off the final strip. "Will you marry me?" He blinked. "Wait, what the fuck?"

He looked at the question again just to make sure he read it correctly, then looked around in confusion until he saw Eddie joining him. He turned to face Eddie instead of the camera. "Eds, what the fuck ? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Bumfuck, Ohio on a business trip."

"You didn't answer the last question, Rich," Eddie replied.

"What the fuck do you mean, I didn't answer the last-- HOLY FUCKING SHIT."

Eddie had gotten down on one knee, pulling a platinum band out of his pocket and holding it up. "Marry me, Richie."

Richie blinked, willing his brain to form a coherent thought. "Yes." That sounds right.

Eddie grinned. "Yes?"

"Yes, yes, fucking yes ." Richie started to tear up.

Eddie stood and slid the ring onto Richie's finger before pulling him into a kiss. "I love you."

Richie sniffled and wrapped his arms around Eddie, realizing that Eddie had planned this out. "Oh my God, you clever, clever asshole. I love you so much," he murmured into Eddie's neck.

"Wanna wrap this up and go celebrate back at the hotel?"

Richie nodded and turned back towards the camera. "Once again, I'm Richie Tozier and this gorgeous specimen is my fiancé. Look for my new special, My Boyfriend is Hotter than Yours, premiering April 12th only on Netflix."

#Richie x Eddie #Reddie #tcrf writes

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buckleysjareau · 4 years

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i put a spell on you

911 Week 2020, Day 2: “You scared the shit out of me!” + Fun

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Eddie Diaz absolutely loved Halloween. Ever since he was an excitable eight year old boy he’d been known to go all out for the holiday. Twenty-four years and a son had not changed that. In fact, it had only made him more excited for the season. Getting Chris involved in the festive shenanigans he pulled out every year, setting a tradition with him, only added to the excitement of everything.

His first Halloween in Los Angeles, he’d been pretty tame at the one-eighteen, not having a lot of time to go all out, what with the new job and Shannon coming back into his life. He pulled a few pranks, mainly on Buck, and he made sure his apartment was decorated to satisfactory but that’s as far as it had gone that year. The next Halloween was a hard time for him and he definitely was not in the mood for pranks and haunted houses, but like always, no matter how bad things are, Chris and him decorate the apartment and bake cookies. Halloween was his Christmas.

The one-eighteen was not prepared for Halloween Eddie Diaz. This year was his first Halloween season with the one-eighteen where things were calm in his life and in his head, for the most part. Christopher has been talking about Halloween since September, something a young Eddie always did, and it gives him a weird sense of pride.

The first week of October consists of decorating the apartment. They’ve accumulated a lot of stuff over the years so it takes a few days to get everything set up. Christopher points out that their place is smaller than their house in Texas and since they have so many decorations left, they should decorate the firehouse. It’s amazing how in sync he was with his son when it came to this holiday. He’s glad Shannon hadn’t raised him to dislike Halloween as much as she had. Father-son bonding in the form of planning Halloween pranks and turning their apartment into something that resembled a haunted mansion was the best form of bonding and Eddie’s just so glad he has that.

His next shift, he walks in with the biggest grin and Hen raises an eyebrow. He just flashes her a smaller smile and ignores the questioning look, walking right past her and straight to Captain’s office. He waits for the clear to come in and stands behind a chair that’s seated in front of his desk. He shakes his head when Bobby offers him a seat.

“I’m not gonna be long, just had a silly question,” he explains. “Can I decorate the firehouse for Halloween? I have way too many decorations for my apartment and I’m sure some of the team could use the Halloween spirit around here.”

Bobby raises an eyebrow. “Halloween spirit, huh?”

“Halloween has always been my Christmas. I go all out for Halloween the way Buck does for Christmas. It’s been like that since I was eight.” Eddie grins and he guesses he sees the ease and excitement on Eddie’s face because he’s giving him a look he can’t quite decipher. “I probably would have asked sooner but the last two Halloweens have kind of sucked, if you can remember.”

“Oh, I remember. I’m glad you’re doing okay now, though.” He smiles. “Go wild with the decorations, Diaz.”

In a very, as many at one-eighteen would describe it, Buck-like manner, Eddie lights up with excitement and goes to leave. “Thanks, Cap!”

Now, he knows Bobby probably didn’t think Eddie would be starting right away but he already had three boxes of decorations in his truck and he just couldn’t wait. He gets dressed first, greets Chimney and a probie on their way in, and carries in the boxes.

“What are those?” Buck walks over to help with three containers. “Why are they so heavy?”

“Thanks.” He puts down the two boxes Buck didn’t grab and sits on top of one, out of breath. “They’re Halloween decorations! We have a lot left over so Chris said we should make the firehouse look as spooky as our apartment.”

Buck’s fond smile turns to one of doom, as if just remembering Eddie’s first year there and all of the pranks he’d played on Buck, specifically. “Are you like this every Halloween?”

“Oh, Buck, you haven’t seen anything yet. That first Halloween season here was pretty tame, and we weren’t talking last Halloween, so you have no earthly idea what’s about to happen.” Eddie smirks at the frightened look on his best friend’s face. God, does Halloween make him feel great.

(And Buck.)

Once the firehouse is decorated, Eddie can finally start focusing on the myriad of pranks he has lined up for his family. Christopher is his partner in crime for a lot of the planning but also made sure Eddie wasn’t going to prank Buck too much.

It’s not his fault Buck is just extremely jumpy and easy to scare.

The first prank he plays on Buck is something that took a lot of careful planning and sneaking around.

See, Buck has his phobias. Eddie would never use those against him, especially anything to do with water. He knew how horrible PTSD was and would never want to trigger a flashback or panic attack. But, until the team’s horror movie marathon at Eddie’s a few days before finally revealed something actually does creep Evan Buckley out.

Like he’s said, Buck has always been jumpy and an easy target for pranks but that man had no fears. He could get Chimney with fake snakes, he could get Hen with fake props or werewolves, and Bobby jumped so high his first year when he left a flimsy rubber cockroach on his desk.

He always had to get Buck with leftover gags. Not this year, though.

It came up when Eddie, without telling Buck what the next movie was, started to play the remake of Child’s Play and Buck cursed at the TV.

According to Maddie, dolls had always creeped him out. Even before he’d watched the first Child’s Play, dolls had been something that Buck hated to look at or watch. When he threw out her old baby dolls when cleaning out the attic one year, Maddie happened to catch the thing on video. A video she promised to show in front of an embarrassed Evan Buckley.

He’d finally had an idea. He asked Maddie if it would be okay before asking for her help to plan it so when Maddie says it would be a good idea, she becomes yet another partner in crime. She finds an old doll online, a doll she knows would send Buck running if it talked.

Good thing it’s not gonna talk.

He first places the doll in Buck’s locker to give him the jumpscare. Buck is almost done with his shower and is going to have to put stuff away so it’s the perfect place.

When he walks down to the locker room, Eddie grabs a rag out of a probie’s hand and starts “cleaning the truck” so he wouldn’t be noticeable to Buck. He’s close enough to the locker room to hear some things and he’s got a direct line of sight on Buck’s locker. He starts to feel like a child that pranked a teacher and was excitedly waiting for said teacher to sit down on her chair that no longer had screws. He feels like one of those class clowns and he loves it. He feels young again.

The locker opens and the doll falls on him, something he hadn’t planned on happening but it makes the reaction so much better. Hen knew about the prank, saw him put the doll in there, so she recorded it for Maddie and hopefully, with Buck’s permission of course, the internet.

“EDDIE!” Buck screams after he flings the doll across the room with all force.

Buck is exasperated and shocked, mouth wide open, glaring at Eddie. And Eddie?

Eddie can’t stop laughing. Hen and Chimney are just as bad and Bobby is trying to keep it in to maintain a little professionalism.

“She--she was-she wasn’t supposed to fall!”

The prank didn’t end there. Once Buck leaves again, after demanding an apology for the heart attack he’d given him, Eddie picks up the doll and hands it to another paramedic. He instructs her to put it behind Buck as carefully and quietly as she could. Buck was currently in the loft, playing a video game with Hen and Chimney, most definitely only focused on one thing: winning.

He holds in his laughter as Mitchie places the doll carefully on the couch behind him and waits patiently for Buck to finally give up on winning and quit the game -- which comes faster than Eddie thinks it would.

“I’m never playing with you guys a-” Buck jumps, stopping his sentence, at the sight of the doll.

“Very funny, Eddie!” Buck groans as he tries to slow down his heart.

Eddie, who snuck into the bunk room to screw with him, walks out with hair that he messed up himself. “What’s very funny?”

“Oh, stop acting like you didn’t put this thing here!” He shivers as he stares at it again.

“Buck, how dare you? She has a name!” Eddie snickers. The frustrated look on Buck’s face just adds fuel to Eddie’s mischievous mood.

He gets other members of his team to help place the doll where Buck normally goes and by the time they’re done four calls and are in the bunk rooms ready to sleep, the doll has popped up three more times, making Buck jump every time. The last time, Buck took the doll and threw it in the trash, like that would stop it.

He waits until Buck’s fake sleeping turns to real sleeping before he goes into action. He takes the doll from his bag, tip toes over to Buck’s bed and carefully places the doll under his blanket next to him. When he’s back in his own bunk, he shuts his eyes and doesn’t wake up until he hears Buck cursing him out.

“You were right when I said I had no earthly idea what I was in for, oh my God, Eddie. I am not ready for the rest of the month. I woke up to a mouth full of doll hair! Thing was looking at me right in the eyes when I woke up, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go burn that demon th-”

Buck’s rant is cut off by Eddie’s laughter again but this time, Buck cracks. The otherwise empty bunk room was suddenly full of laughter.

After they calm down, Buck smiles fondly at Eddie. “God, Eds, you’re so lucky I love seeing you happy…”

Eddie’s response to that is a blush and a shy smile before he clears his throat. “You wanna help me get Hen?”

The rest of the week, Eddie ends up pranking his entire team at least twice. Eddie gets Bobby in the shower by putting red Kool-Aid in the shower head so when Bobby turns on the water, he’s sprayed by what Eddie wanted to look like blood. When Bobby asks about it, hair stained red, Eddie lies and says that it was meant for Chimney. It gets him off the hook but he has a feeling he would have gotten away with it anyway.

The whole team, Athena, Carla, and even his Abuela have pointed out a few times how happy he looks. He really can’t explain why October makes things feel easier, especially when the last two have been particularly shitty, but it probably has something to do with the weather and the kid-like aspect of Halloween that makes him feel less burdened by the weight of the world. He can just let himself enjoy the pranks, the decorations, the special time with his kid that loves Halloween just as much as him.

Another huge reason he loves the holiday was haunted houses.

He was one of those people that got a kick out of being scared and always went willingly, leading a group through the horrors and fake blood. His first date with Shannon had been at a haunted house, and even though it ended being one of the best first dates either had been on, he’s pretty sure Shannon thought he was a psychopath for going in without apprehension.

It wasn’t just the haunted attractions that Eddie loved. There’s bonfires, cider, hot chocolate, live music, and more. The whole thing was a comfort for him and he could not wait to experience it with the family he chose in Los Angeles.

They plan everything for the next night they’re all off for the weekend. Eddie buys tickets for the Buckley’s, much to their dismay, to pay them back for all the times they’ve treated. It throws Buck through a bit of a loop, sends him spiraling a little, and doesn’t relax until Eddie agrees to let him buy Christopher and him some hot chocolate and candy apples.

He lets it go when they get there and Buck’s face lights up as he looks around at everything in awe.

“Mads, do you remember we went to that farm like, an hour away from Hershey with the haunted attractions that one year? I was twelve, I think, and you took me out because I was bummed about a game or something…” Buck’s face is nostalgic and it warms Eddie’s heart even more that the magic of fall and Halloween can bring a smile like that to his face.

“Yes! I clearly remember you kicking a clown in the face on the haunted hayride and almost pushed him off the moving tractor when he scared you.” Maddie giggled.

“You know, I did the same thing once when I was fifteen,”

His mom still brings it up every Halloween. It probably wouldn’t have been memorable if Eddie Diaz ever actually passed the flight or fight line when it came to being scared. Most people have a fight or flight response to being scared, but Eddie never had that response. It’s not to say that he doesn’t get scared, because he does, but his response to getting scared was always to laugh.

The one time his fight or flight instinct kicks in, he just has to fight.

Eddie, his sisters, and his parents are walking through the basement of the haunted house, Eddie leading the way, as usual. One of his sisters is crying, he can’t tell who, completely focused on his surroundings as to not get too spooked. His sister pulls him to a stop by accident, so he turns around for one second to tell her not to, and there’s someone in his face when he turns back.

He screamed higher than anyone’s ever heard him and socks the actor right in the face.

His family still doesn’t let him live it down, but hey, at least he knows he’s not the only one that’s accidentally almost severely injured a haunt actor anymore.

Buck and Christopher are almost rolling on the ground in laughter when he’s finished the story. Athena and Bobby are asking if the guy had been okay, trying not to let it show how funny they found the story. Hen is just as bad as Buck, and Karen is trying to make sure her wife doesn’t choke on the water she’d been drinking.

They’re a chaotic group, that’s what they must look like to those passing by, but Eddie wouldn’t change them for the world.

When they stop near a food stand, Eddie could finally smell roasted peanuts, turkey legs, funnel cakes, the apple cider and the smells hit him straight in the heart.

As if the fall food was calling for him, Eddie didn’t even think as he grabbed Buck’s hand and dragged him towards the line. He knows he should have probably let go of his hand when they were stopped in line or when he realized they were still holding hands, but it felt so natural and Buck hasn’t pulled away either. They’re just standing there, holding hands and talking about Christopher’s science project like this is the most normal thing in the world for them.

Yup, the fall definitely brought out the romantic side of him.

Buck pays for the Diaz boys. Eddie tries to sneak his card over before Buck can notice, but of course he catches him and pushes away the card. He asks why Buck won’t let him pay, he clips back with the fact that Eddie bought their tickets, and before they could go any further, the young girl taking their order clears her throat.

“You guys are a really cute couple, seriously, but just let him pay. We’ve got a line.”

Eddie blushes as red as a tomato, and he expects Buck to correct the girl but he guesses he’s too caught up in winning that he doesn’t really catch it.

Then they’re walking away with their food like nothing ever happened and he really wants to say something but he’s rendered speechless when Buck greets his son with the funnel cake and asks if he wants to share with him. They’re both smiling from ear to ear and Eddie just can’t get over how much Buck loves his son and vice versa.

So caught up in his feelings, he forgets that he’s not just there with Buck and Christopher. Their whole team, and their families, had been waiting on them to finish up, so they could head to the haunted house entrance.

Romantic feelings be damned, it’s time to scare the shit out of his friends.

Michael decided beforehand to stay back with Denny and Christopher, letting the others go in without a need to worry about their kids. He notices the look Michael gives Buck when he runs back to give Christopher one last hug, and he can’t deny the question in Michael’s eyes once they make eye contact. Eddie was in love and he couldn’t find it in himself to care in that moment.

The one thing Eddie dreaded about haunted houses were the insane lines and he really underestimated LA lines. Standing for a certain amount of time can be hard for anyone, especially if you were crushed by a ladder truck and had six surgeries to fix the crushed leg.

It’s not even him who notices Buck’s wincing at first. Bobby points it out.

“Your leg hurting ya, kid?”

“Not too much. Just the standing is getting to me, I guess, but it’s nothing new.” He grimaces when Eddie gives him a look. “My leg is healed up and I’m okay, it’s just sore, really.”

Eddie sighs. “If you need to take it slow in there, please let me know.”

Buck snorts. “The last thing I need to do is take it slow in that place.”

“Evan Buckley, are you scared?”

“Psh, no, why would I be scared of an insane asylum where people are literally paid to make you piss yourself?”

May laughs from behind them. “Buck borrowed my laptop to Google videos of this so he could catch the ghosts off guard, not the other way around. One of the videos was actually a pop up scare and he screamed so loud he almost gave Bobby a heart attack, from outside.”

“Aw, Buuuuuuuck,” Eddie grins. “I’ll protect you!”

“Really, May?”

“Nothing wrong with being scared, Buckaroo!” Athena pats his shoulder and Eddie can’t help but smile at the blush on Buck’s face at all the attention.

“Guys, we’re next!” Karen grins from the front and the looks on May’s and Buck’s faces is enough to make Harry howl with laughter.

“Not so tough now, May?”

“Shut up, Harry!”

Hen and Karen didn’t want to go first, Maddie and Chimney begged not to go first, and in response to who wanted to actually go first, Bobby and Athena actually pushed Eddie up to the front. “You know I don’t mind going first, right? You don’t have to push me.”

Buck actually pouts. “I thought you said you’d protect me!”

Like last time, Eddie doesn’t think as he grabs Buck’s hand. “Then let’s go!”

“I’m not going up front, are you crazy?” He protests, all the while still holding onto his hand and squeezing.

“Would you rather be in then back where the ghosts and zombies can follow you? Because I’m not about to be in the back and neither are mom and Bobby.” May smirks. “Which means the back of the group would either be you or Maddie and Chimney.”

“Whatever.”

“Stop grumbling like Chris when he doesn’t wanna pick up his legos, and let’s go to the front!”

So Buck finally lets Eddie drag him to the front and because Buck wasn’t paying attention the actor greeting the group, when he looks up he jumps, causing everyone to laugh. “You know, you guys need to stop laughing. I’m not the only one that’s scared.”

“I’m not scared!” Harry shouts.

“Yeah, right!” Buck snorts.

“I’m not scared. You’re scared!”

“If you’re not scared then you go up front!” Buck argues.

“No!”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Alright, children, stop arguing and let the zombie talk.” Bobby grins.

The actor goes over the rules such as no linking arms, no smoking, no food or drink, do not touch the actors because they can’t touch you, and to enjoy. The actor makes fun of Buck a little, which oddly enough, he seemed to appreciate, and then they’re being sent in. Buck grabs for Eddie’s hand the second they’re in.

“Of course there’s a fucking doll in the first room.” Buck hisses under his breath.

The grip on Eddie’s hand is bordering too tight but he doesn’t say anything because as soon as they’re passed the first room, it relaxes a little. Then a werewolf jumps out and scares the entire group, but Buck especially. Eddie is laughing but not just at Buck, it’s his reaction to jumpscares and Buck knows that so he doesn’t have to worry about sounding too mean.

Everything is just jumps and screams until it’s not.

They’re about to exit one room when an actor who very much resembles the lady with the same initials as bowel movement jumps out and scares Buck so bad he stumbles, drops Eddie’s hand and falls back. The room is foggy so no one notices Buck or Eddie are missing until they’re in the next room, but Eddie knows how most haunted houses work and just tells them to keep going. When he reaches Buck, he’s grabbing onto his bad leg like there’s a cramp and now Eddie understands.

He puts a hand on Buck’s shoulder to get his attention and realized how bad of an idea that was when Buck screams bloody murder and falls on his ass. Now, Eddie shouldn’t laugh. He really shouldn’t.

But he can’t stop.

“Asshole.”

“Are--are y--you okay?” Eddie stutters out through his laughter, holding out his hand to help him up.

“You scared the shit out of me!” Buck yells.

“I’m--I’m so--sorry!” He’s cackling at this point and he feels bad, he really does, but who ever claimed he was a good friend in these instances.

The actor, now concerned if Buck was okay and with the timing of the group behind them, walks up with a smile. She’s broken character, speaking normally, and Eddie knows it’s to not spook Buck more. Which, cute.

“Is your friend okay?” She smiles.

Eddie is finally calming down when he looks at her and looks back to Buck. “I’m sorry for laughing, Buck, are you okay? Can you walk?”

Buck is pouting again and Eddie hates when Buck is sad but he's just embarrassed so the pout is the cutest thing in the world to him.

“You scaring me half to death took my mind off the cramp so yeah, asshole, I can walk.”

He grabs Eddie’s hand and lets himself be pulled up. He notices the actor looking into the last room and looking back to them. “I’m sorry for holding up your room, ma’am.”

The actor grins. “It’s okay. I’m just glad your friend is okay.” She looks at Buck. “I’m sorry I scared you so bad I gave you a cramp.”

“You’re just doing your job and I landed on it wrong, anyway. Not your fault.” He turns to Eddie. “Can get the fuck out of here now? Where’s everyone else?”

Eddie grins mischievously. “They went along without us. It’s just you and me now, buddy. In a haunted house. The only way out is through.” He knows that’s not true, he knows there’s emergency exits for people who get too scared or injured and he planned on asking the actor just that, but c’mon, he had to mess with him just one more time.

“No, no, no, I’m staying here, then. At least she’s nice.”

Eddie laughs. “I’m kidding, man.” He looks at the girl. “You guys have an emergency exit, right?”

She laughs. “Yeah, let me get someone to escort you guys so you don’t get lost. When you’re out there, I’d suggest icing your leg if it still hurts.”

He does just as she suggests. They’re sitting on a bench and Buck is icing his leg with one hand while the other hand is loosely hanging onto Eddie’s, staring at Eddie with a cheesy grin and Eddie is doing the same.

No wonder that girl thought they were a couple.

“Hey, um,” Eddie clears his throat. “When the girl who was working at the food booth said we were a cute couple, you didn’t really correct her. Why?”

Buck’s ears go bright red and he freezes. “You- you didn’t correct her either.”

Eddie grins because he does have a point. He didn’t correct her.

“Plus, people have said it to me before. The Christmas elf that one year we took Chris to see Santa Claus, and people out on calls have asked me what it’s like to work with my boyfriend. What’s the point in correcting them and making them feel embarrassed, you know? Did it bother you? If it did, I’ll correct someone next time, promise-”

Eddie cuts off Buck’s rambling. “People say it to me, too, and I never correct them. Honestly Buck, if this many people have thought we were a couple, and neither of us have corrected any of them, it’s saying something, isn’t it?”

Buck bites his lip. “What’s it saying?”

“That we’re pretty much a couple in all terms but official?” He laughs. “I wouldn’t mind making it official, but what do you think?”

Buck nervously grins and Eddie thinks it’s the prettiest thing in the world.

“I think that I wouldn’t mind making it official, either.”

Eddie can’t hold back the grin on his face anymore, he’s smiling from ear to ear, beaming. He goes to lean in for a kiss but stops himself when he catches sight of Harry and the rest of their crew walking up behind Buck. Harry has a sneaky grin on his face and puts a finger up to his mouth to tell Eddie to keep quiet.

When Harry finally reaches the two, he pounces onto Buck’s shoulders, and not for the first time tonight, Buck jumps.

“Alright, that’s it!” Buck jumps up and Harry bolts.

“Mom! Bobby! Help, please!” Harry screams as Buck chases him in a circle.

Athena laughs. “We told you not to scare him.”

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janiedean · 5 years

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Do you think hollywood will ever get out of its “woke” phase or will it only get worse from here?

... I sat on this for a while and I honestly don’t know how to take it, because woke means absolutely nothing put on like that and it’s not like if movies address social justice issues or start caring about accurate representation or whatnot or what we mean for woke it’s automatically a bad thing, but like the problem with any hollywood production is that hollywood makes movies thinking about money first and artistic value later unless we count a handful of directors/people who can go a good movie that will make money (spielberg/zemeckis etc) or who are at a point in their career where their CV is so out of this world good that they can afford to do whatever they want and/or are huge names who made history who have their own money/circle/clout or their own production company (scorsese, clint eastwood etc). also the second contingent problem is that most people only watch mainstream movies that were released recently which means that everything that comes out these days is supposedly groundbreaking when in truth it’s not 99% of the time.

ps: this rant has very vague spoilers for the 2019 joker so like... thread carefully but it’s really really vague xD

now, since I apparently decided to go at this pseudo-seriously even if I think the question means all and everything, I’ll try to, but basically:

if by woke we mean performative representation/performative social justice themes/*insert-token-character-here*, it’s a 100% question of what the studios think the audience wants vs what makes money vs milking the thing until it’s dry. I mean, I’m talking in general about a genre no one on tumblr cares about, but as someone who loves bad/trashy testosterone-driven action movies every single time I see one with the Badass Female Character Inserted By Force Because The Studio Said They Needed At Least One Quota Because Otherwise People Say It’s Not Feminist I roll my eyes a lot because if I’m watching a genre which is the male equivalent of the female empowerment romcom (ie: if romcoms are the-empowerment-fantasy-for-girls the trashy action movie is the same for guys) I don’t need the Fake Strong Female Character in it because I’m not watching it for the feminism, but until people will worry about the bechdel test as the ultimate proof a movie is good then we’ll get the token character that makes no sense, but since these days the hype is there, you’ll get it because the studio wants the money;

on the other side, if we mean people want actual representation and should push the studios to have it/not whitewash characters etc it’s an entirely legitimate complaint and I don’t think hollywood should *get out of the woke phase* or whatever, but my issue is that most of the time it ends up turning performative as well. as in: you know the dark tower movie? (yeah, yeah, I hate it, I earned the right to trash talk it) when they racebent the lead everyone was screaming at how woke and progressive it was... except that they didn’t wanna hear/didn’t want to discuss the fact that the only reason they did that (imvho) was that they adapted seven books in one movie, cut the female disabled character who’s also mentally ill who’s actually black in the original canon and since they didn’t want to get called out on having done that, they racebent the lead so they looked progressive, but do we really think that doing that rather than adapting the actual black character they had which would have required at least some effort is more progressive? idk but I think it’s not. anyway: i’m all for people pushing for this, but they need to be coherent. in the sense that for all I don’t agree with clint eastwood’s political views, if you watch gran torino where the protagonist becomes friends with his vietnamese hmong neighbor, all the hmong characters were actually cast from hmong actors and if you look at interviews online with hmong people about that movie the opinion is that even if the script could have been better for some of them, they were delighted that he cast from their community and didn’t cast from another asian ethnicity that for any producer would have meant the exact same thing because figures if producers gaf about accurate casting when it comes to that. but like, hollywood won’t gaf about that until people are vocal about needing good and specific rep and not just generic ‘as long as it’s X it’s fine’;

that also goes for wanting more movies with minorities having a role - hollywood will go for giving minorities roles as long as it gives them good money/clout, but it won’t care for good movies about minorities or minority actors having good roles until people are vocal about it and/or it means money loss if they do it wrong;

(caveat: this obviously excludes actors from minorities whose work transcended that - meaning, for example will smith gets cast 85% of the time based on part and not on his skin color because he’s uber famous and he made his name in a specific genre and so on, but like we’re talking about the people who made the Upper Level of Superstar Hollywood)

anyway tldr: hollywood american movies were always 95% made for the money and reflect what they think the audience wants to pay for, which means that if hollywood producers think that people want fake woke movies then they’ll give them the fake woke movies.

this also goes hand in hand with the other problem I mentioned ie that people don’t watch movies that aren’t recent so hollywood can get away with pretending to be original when it’s actually not. now since we don’t wanna diss anything, i’ll mention a movie I actually did like *drumroll*... joker.

or, to specify what I mean:

tldr, I thought that joker was a very well-executed and planned and shot movie which had a good idea and went down well on it and was basically the batman movie nolan dreamed he was doing with the black knight and whose point was telling you that a sick system that abandons the weakest people in it (poor, mentally ill etc) and mocks them as if it’s their own fault that they aren’t better than that eventually breeds chaos and hurt and crime and it’s the fault of the system/the people in charge who don’t see it. now: that’s the least original idea in existence and I’ll go on it in depth later. except that..

when I go look at recs especially from american media, there’s a polarization between ‘OMG THIS INCITES VIOLENCE IT’S HORRIBLE IT’S DANGEROUS’ and ‘OMG THIS IS A NEW MASTERPIECE I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE GROUNDBREAKING AMAZING NO ONE EVER DID IT BEFORE’, which to me is imvho showing very clearly where we have the issue;

as in, issue one: OMG IT INCITES VIOLENCE BLAH BLAH it’s the oldest excuse in existence that has been disproved over and over and it’s just another proof of how puritan/calvinist is the viewership because the point is not inciting violence, it’s showing that as stated not giving a fuck about people who need help means growing discontent that then explodes... which again, you don’t need to read freud’s theory about the masses to know that if the majority of the population lives in shitty conditions you get revolutions;

issue two: the only original/innovative think joker has going for itself is that it’s a movie that has a way wider audience than usual *and* an actual comic book/genre film to discuss the aforementioned issue going in depth into it and not sugarcoating it. but other than that... the deconstruction of the hero/villain in a corrupt world was already in watchmen if you want a genre movie and there have been endless others pointing that out except not that mainstream (because again everyone knows what batman is and who’s the joker, watchmen is a lot more niche), the spectacularization of THAT THING on television was already in network that came out in the year of the lord 1976 and the entire movie was basically an homage to taxi driver when it came to how it was filmed/structured and I guessed 95% of what was gonna happen in the first fifteen minutes. it’s nothing groundbreaking whatsoever, but apparently everyone thinks it is because they haven’t seen either of the above movies or any other that predated this one;

now, joker is a movie I actually liked so I don’t see the lack of originality as a bad thing because that wasn’t the point, but like just to say one, hearing people say that mad max fury road was revolutionary feminist action movie and nothing else ever happened before it when there have been four alien movies before, the valid terminator movies (one and two obviously), kill bill and so on, as in stuff that existed in the eighties was honestly meh because I did like MMFR but again it was hardly groundbreaking (maybe it is for this decade and for other reasons but not for the plot). now, both of these are good movies, but like....... 95% of nolan’s movies are hailed as top originality masterpieces and imvho he’s good but not that good and if people think dunkirk is the best war movie ever it’s because they haven’t ever seen an actual effective war movie (like I can’t even believe some people said it was like two hours of saving private ryan’s first twenty minutes, five minutes of SPR were endlessly better than all of dunkirk and SPR is hardly the best war movie out there), same for about anything he does. now, that’s way beyond the wokeness discourse, but the point is that if people don’t watch other movies and then think that hollywood’s performative woke stuff is peak progressive movie when it really really really is not then hollywood isn’t going to bother producing better stuff that’s both progressive and quality (which can happen I mean have we all seen philadelphia, even if that is like... not exactly mainstream hollywood and it was a risky movie to make but anyway not the problem). tldr: people need to stop acting like the last ten years of movies have been the only era in cinema where you got progressive movies because it’s not true and for one I can 100% assure you that for all its faults tied to the era, the defiant ones is a lot more seriously woke and effective when it comes to discussing racism in the US than 85% of the contemporary stuff I see.

so, idk what you meant with the original question, but imvho: hollywood will produce fake-performative woke movies until the audience contents itself with fake-wokeness instead of actual good material or until people decide to finally stop watching only blockbusters and also give money to indie filmmakers or like nonamerican filmmakers and anyway hollywood goes where the money goes.

which mean that if the activism irl doesn’t stop being performative and becomes serious and therefore automatically turns into people asking for serious rep and not the token character/plot, you’ll keep on getting fake woke movies. (also the day people stop saying GO WATCH THAT MOVIE BECAUSE IT’S WOKE without having even seen it and having read the summary on tumblr will be amazing, but that’s not the day.)

that said, since the idea behind a lot of the fake wokeness is actually right (ie: we need more women/minorities of every kind in movies or television/we need more rep that aren’t blonde blue eyed tall white guys/we need to cast ethnical minorities properly etc) we can hope that people actually grasp the message and we get more and more movies that cast people correctly or who have good rep for the good reasons and I’m all for it because that is a good thing. fake wokeness is not.

but anyway: hollywood stops being each single trend it is when that trend stops selling. that’s your answer. and until we all think that the oscars are top cinematography choices in existence, it’s not gonna happen.

to end it all: no one is obliged to watch hollywood movies. actually, it’s highly advised to spend your money on either foreign movies or indie movies or independent movies or riskier projects rather than hollywood blockbusters if you don’t want fake progressive stuff also because those movies usually gaf about the issues they touch and if they get money maybe it means more of them get made.

and this was my rant, idk if that’s what you wanted to hear but I guess that’s what I had to say on the topic.

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #janie rants #movies for ts #joker for ts #idek #long post for ts #Anonymous #ask post

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bluesmemethings · 7 years

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the ultimate heathers lyric starter meme ( act 2 )

MY DEAD GAY SON

❛ You wait just a minute, (name)! ❜

❛ It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in. ❜

❛ They were not dirty! ❜

❛ They were not wrong! ❜

❛ They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song. ❜

❛ Our boys were pansies, (name)! ❜

❛ Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none. ❜

❛ I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son. ❜

❛ I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines. ❜

❛ It’s time we opened our eyes. ❜

❛ Well, the good Lord created the universe. ❜

❛ The Lord created man. ❜

❛ I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan. ❜

❛ I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower! ❜

❛ I never cared for homos much until I reared me one. ❜

❛ He loves his son. ❜

❛ Jesus says it’s cool! ❜

❛ They just had flair! ❜

❛ They were desperate to be free! ❜

❛ They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants. ❜

❛ I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through. ❜

❛ I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83. ❜

❛ That was one hell of a fishing trip. ❜

❛ Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun. ❜

❛ They were good men! ❜

❛ We’ll teach the world to love. ❜

SEVENTEEN

❛ Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise. ❜

❛ We’re not special. We’re not different. ❜

❛ We don’t choose who lives and dies. ❜

❛ Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV. ❜

❛ Don’t you want a life with me? ❜

❛ Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do. ❜

❛ If you could let me in, I could be good with you. ❜

❛ People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows. ❜

❛ We let go, take a deep breath. ❜

❛ Don’t stop looking in my eyes. ❜

❛ Is that so hard to do? ❜

❛ Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right. ❜

❛ So what’s it gonna be? ❜

❛ I want to be with you. ❜

❛ Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged. ❜

❛ Your love’s too good to lose. ❜

❛ Hold me tighter. Even closer. ❜

❛ I’ll stay if I am what you choose. ❜

❛ You’re the one I choose. ❜

SHINE A LIGHT

❛ Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame. ❜

❛ If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day. ❜

❛ Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line. ❜

❛ I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine. ❜

❛ If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors. ❜

❛ Who wants to share what’s in their heart? ❜

❛ No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start. ❜

❛ I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown. ❜

❛ In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me. ❜

❛ The revolution came and went -- tried to change the world, barely made a dent. ❜

❛ I’ve struggled with despair. ❜

❛ I’ve joined a cult. ❜

❛ I chant, I prayed but God’s not there. ❜

❛ (name) I’m ending our affair! ❜

❛ I faked it every time. ❜

LIFEBOAT

❛ I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go. ❜

❛ The people smell desperate. ❜

❛ We’ll sink any minute so someone must go. ❜

❛ Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting! ❜

❛ There’s no where to hide. ❜

❛ The captain is pointing. well who made her captain? ❜

❛ Still, the weakest must go. ❜

SHINE A LIGHT (REPRISE)

❛ Aw look, (name) is gonna cry. ❜

❛ Stupid childproof caps! ❜

❛ Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night. ❜

❛ You don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ Why not kill yourself? ❜

❛ Here, have a sedative. ❜

❛ Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause. ❜

❛ You’re pathetic because you whine! ❜

❛ You whine all night! ❜

❛ Your ass is off the team! ❜

❛ Go on and bitch and moan. ❜

❛ You don’t deserve the dream! ❜

❛ You’re gonna die alone. ❜

KINDERGARTEN BOYFRIEND

❛ He was sweet, he said that I was smart. ❜

❛ He was good at sports and people liked him. ❜

❛ At nap time, once, we shared a mat. ❜

❛ I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing. ❜

❛ I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up. ❜

❛ He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand. ❜

❛ I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart. ❜

❛ He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty. ❜

❛ He was mine until we hit first grade. ❜

❛ Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room. ❜

❛ Now we’re all grown up and we know better. ❜

❛ Now we recognize the way things are. ❜

❛ Certain boys are just for kindergarten. ❜

❛ Certain girls are meant to be alone. ❜

❛ I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end. ❜

❛ I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up. ❜

YO GIRL

❛ Oh my god, is she dead? ❜

❛ Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably. ❜

❛ keep it together. ❜

❛ I knew you would come far. ❜

❛ Smell how gangsta you are. ❜

❛ I’m so sorry. ❜

❛ Feel a bit punchy? ❜

❛ She’s not looking so well. ❜

❛ You’ve earned that red scrunchie. ❜

❛ Come join (name) in hell. ❜

❛ Where have you been? ❜

❛ We’ve been worried sick! ❜

❛ Your friend, (name), stopped by. ❜

❛ He told us everything. ❜

❛ He’s got your hand writing down cold. ❜

❛ Please, honey, talk to us. ❜

❛ No, you wouldn’t understand. ❜

❛ Guess who’s right down the block? ❜

❛ I’ve experienced everything you’re going through. ❜

❛ Guess who’s climbing the stairs? ❜

❛ Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not. ❜

❛ Guess who’s picking your lock. ❜

❛ You don’t know what my world looks like! ❜

❛ Times up! Go say your prayers. ❜

❛ (name)’s running on fumes now. ❜

❛ (name)’s totally fried. ❜

❛ (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now. ❜

❛ (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now. ❜

❛ Notify next of kin. ❜

❛ Too late, he got in. ❜

❛ Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know. ❜

❛ Get out of my house! ❜

MEANT TO BE YOURS

❛ All is forgiven baby! ❜

❛ Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight! ❜

❛ You chucked me out like I was trash. ❜

❛ For that, you should be dead. ❜

❛ Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead? ❜

❛ Those assholes are the key. ❜

❛ They’re keeping you away from me. ❜

❛ They made you bling, messed up your mind. ❜

❛ I can set you free! ❜

❛ You left me and I fell apart. ❜

❛ I punched the wall and cried. ❜

❛ I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside. ❜

❛ So, I built a bomb! ❜

❛ Tonight our school is Vietnam. ❜

❛ Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom! ❜

❛ I was meant to be yours. ❜

❛ We were meant to be one. ❜

❛ Don’t give up on me now. ❜

❛ Finish what we’ve begun. ❜

❛ In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died. ❜

❛ Our burned bodies may finally get through to you. ❜

❛ Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks. ❜

❛ We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors. ❜

❛ Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores. ❜

❛ We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars. ❜

❛ I can’t make it alone. ❜

❛ You were meant to be mine. ❜

❛ I am all that you need. ❜

❛ You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed. ❜

❛ Open the door please. ❜

❛ Can we not fight anymore? ❜

❛ (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there. ❜

❛ (Name), don’t make me come in there. ❜

❛ I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it-- ❜

❛ Oh my god. ❜

❛ Please don’t leave me alone. ❜

❛ You were all I could trust. ❜

❛ I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must. ❜

DEAD GIRL WALKING (REPRISE)

❛ I wanted someone strong who could protect me. ❜

❛ I let his anger fester and infect me. ❜

❛ His solution is a lie. ❜

❛ No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created. ❜

❛ Heads up (name). ❜

❛ I’m a dead girl walking. ❜

❛ Can’t hide from me. ❜

❛ There’s your final bell. ❜

❛ It’s one more dance and then farewell. ❜

❛ (name) told me you just committed suicide? ❜

❛ Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things. ❜

❛ I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice. ❜

❛ What’s under the gym? ❜

❛ That’s it. ❜

❛ What’s that sound? ❜

❛ Give a great big yell! ❜

❛ Step away from the bomb. ❜

❛ This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb. ❜

❛ This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs --those are bombs. ❜

❛ I wish your mom had been a little stronger. ❜

❛ I wish she’d stayed around a little longer. ❜

❛ I wish your dad were good. ❜

❛ I wish grownups understood. ❜

❛ I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war. ❜

❛ I wish you’d come with me. ❜

❛ I wish I had more TNT! ❜

I AM DAMAGED

❛ I am damaged. Far too damaged. ❜

❛ You’re not beyond repair. ❜

❛ Stick around here, make things better. ❜

❛ You beat me fair and square. ❜

❛ Please stand back now. ❜

❛ Don’t know what this thing will do. ❜

❛ Hope you miss me. ❜

❛ Wish you’d kiss me. ❜

❛ I’ll trade my life for yours. ❜

❛ Wait, hold on! ❜

❛ Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here. ❜

❛ Not this way! ❜

❛ Say hi to God. ❜

SEVENTEEN (REPRISE)

❛ Listen up kids, war is over. ❜

❛ Brand new sheriff’s come to town. ❜

❛ We are done with acting evil. ❜

❛ We will lay our weapons down. ❜

❛ We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright. ❜

❛ We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it. ❜

❛ (name) are you free tonight? ❜

❛ High school may not ever end. ❜

❛ Still, I miss you. ❜

❛ I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend. ❜

❛ We can be seventeen. ❜

❛ If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will. ❜

❛ There’s still time to make things. ❜

❛ One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight. ❜

❛ Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance. ❜

❛ This could be our final chance. ❜

❛ We’ll make it beautiful. ❜

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Short Story #70: Remember.

Written: 3/18/2017 Backwards Week

Avery had come home from work to find an envelope, with the word “REMEMBER” written on it, taped to her front door, but there was no form of contact information written on it. When she got inside, the first thing she did was she took off her wig, which she had worn ever since the accident that shaved off some of her scalp, and left a gaping blank spot in her memory, and even though that was some time ago her hair never healed back properly. It was always pleasant to let her scalp, which resembled the torn earth of a no man’s land. When she opened the envelope, she was surprised to find only an unmarked DVD, and nothing else. So, figuring this was the most interesting thing to happen to her since she woke up and was suddenly in her thirties, surrounded by worried family members, she poured herself a glass of wine and decided to watch the movie, whatever it may be.

She almost dropped her glass when she saw that her younger sister was in the movie, since the younger girl had been missing for quite some time, about a couple weeks after Avery had come to. What was stranger was that she was in a scene were she was drinking and hanging out with an older man, who kept calling her sister Avery. “Avery, I think I love you.”

The tile of the movie flashed onto the screen, thanks to the magic of a low quality heart wipe, and she was now staring at the words “Falling in Love, Falling Hard” which were written in simple, white font on top of a blank, rose red background. It seemed like the editing had been done on Windows movie maker, and when it cut back to the movie she had a suspicion that it was filmed off of a cell phone, or a very cheap camera. The low quality and budget of the movie, the fact that her sister was in it, and the way it was all targeted towards her felt like a threat, but a very bad one. Pausing the movie, Avery decided to go and get the whole bottle of wine, it seemed like the movie wasn’t going to be very entertaining, so it was best to make a drinking game out of it. Every time somebody said love, she would take a drink.

Half way through the thing she was already out of wine.

Hard to follow and poorly acted, the movie just kind of seemed to keep dragging on. After the title sequence, it started with her younger sister, who was playing her, coming over to some older guy’s house to just hang out or something, it wasn’t very clear because only a minute passes before the two are already drunk, and they begin to make out. Avery, the fake Avery, pushes him away and shouts, “I don’t think we should do this! We’re good friends and I don’t want to ruin a good thing! I don’t want you to wake up in the morning and hate me!”

Then he grabbed her face, the fake Avery tried hard to look enamored instead of uncomfortable, and the man shouts, “Avery, I think I love you!” However, when he says it, he does so in a way that is like he was trying to sing, but all say it very serious and dramatically, at the same time. Post-declaration, they both began to keep repeating the word love to each other, sometimes taking a break from repeating the words with a very unconvincing kiss, and she felt every time they did so, mainly because it was painfully clear that fake Avery was repulsed by it, but the man was trying to take advantage of the situation.

The word “REMEMBER” appears on the screen, white text behind a solid black background, and then the next scene was literally just the man dancing shirtless while somebody was pouring rose petals down in front of the camera, while some D’Angelo song plays in the background.

“REMEMBER”

The pair wake up together in bed, naked, or at least its supposed to seem like they’re naked, but its easy to see that fake Avery is wearing some sort of strapless clothing underneath the blanket. They turn to each other and try to say “I love you” to each other, and they say it at the same time, but its clear that it had to be dubbed over because their lips don’t match the words. By this time the real Avery is getting shit faced, and is starting to playfully scream, “Get out of there girl!” at her television.

“I think we should make passionate love again,” the man says in a monotone voice, “did you like the orgasms I gave you?”

“Yes,” says fake Avery, having trouble hiding her boredom, “I had a thousand of them, it was good. Super good.”

“I’m very good at sex.”

Again, the word: REMEMBER. This time the background keeps shifting between black and rose red, and then More than a Feeling, by Boston, begins to play in its entirety as the screen flashes like that, then the movie just kind of ends.

Although she knew she should probably tell her parents about it, her first instinct was to throw the movie in the trash and just forget about it. ———————————————————————————————————

Out in a field in the middle of nowhere, sitting in the backseat of a beat up, tan sedan, with the door open and her legs facing outside, the fake Avery, Avery’s younger sister, Ava, is trying to make sense of the script for the film’s second act. Turning to the director who is rifling through the trunk, she asks, “How the hell did this go from you two falling in love, to you two finding buried treasure in the middle of bumfuck nowhere?”

Exhaling smoke, the awful kind that comes from cigarettes that have been lying out for several years, the director grits his teeth and explains, “This is how it happened, this really happened.”

Attempting to waft the stale smoke away from her face, “Do you have to smoke those fucking things? Couldn’t you have bought a new pack or something?”

“I smoked these when Avery and I first met, I’ve kept them ever since, just for a special occasion. Why would I smoke anything else.” Spitting on the ground, “Are you stupid, do you not understand love?”

“Hey, don’t call me fucking stupid when you’re the one writing some script about you and my sister, finding buried treasure out in an empty-”

“Look, I told you this is how it happened.”

“I just think-”

“FUCK YOU!” Repeatedly punching the back license plate, causing the car to shake, “Are you saying I didn’t love her? Are you trying to lie to me right now? Fuck you, you don’t know love, you don’t know what we had.” Pulling his fist back, searching for a rag in the trunk so that he could stop the bleating, and maybe to clean the skin off of the license plate, he cooly said, “Do you want the money or what?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I want the money.”

“Then get that shovel, get in front of the camera, and fucking dig.”

“Did you bring a chest out here, or-”

“I’m going to digitally edit it in later, you know, editing magic. Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing, I know love.”

Figuring it was better to get paid than to be right, she walked out into that feild, in front of the camera, propped up on the tripod, that had been running, filming nothing for ten minutes straight, and began to dig. As she did this the older man mumbled to himself, planning on what he would say to Avery when they were reunited, as he searched for a rag, but one couldn’t be found, so he decided to remove his t-shirt and used that to clean his license plate, and then cover his hand. It was freezing out, he could see the sun getting low, and when he looked at Ava he could see her breath rise up to the sky. “How deep do you want me to dig? How long do you want me to keep this up for?”

“About…” thinking over how deep the hole would need to be, trying to scratch his head with his muffled hand, then having to switch to the other hand as he tried to coolly place the wrapped one on the top of the trunk, which he forgot was open, leading him to fall over into the trunk. Ava was unfazed by this, and decided to just keep digging. The man tried to think of a way that would make it look like he planned to stumble around like that, but it only caused him to focused more on his mishap, which caused him to become embarrassed, which led him to think, ‘I’ll just dig that fucker myself. Fuck her, she’s probably digging a no good hole. I can do it better than she could!”

Lifting himself up, he peered over at Ava out of spite, and then grabbed his hunting rifle out of his trunk. While she was focused on digging, he aimed at her, but his hands were very unsteady, especially the damaged one, and his first shot obliterated the camcorder, the second act being destroyed with it, but completely missed the fake Avery, who immediately dropped into the hole after hearing the shot, hoping that it would be good enough cover.Luckily, the man had terrible aim, especially since after the accident, and spend the whole clip without even being close to hitting her. The only non dirt objects that he struck were the camcorder, and a rock that caused a bullet to ricochet and shatter one of the side view mirrors on his car, making it shittier than it already was.

When she heard the click click click of the empty rifle, Ava decided to climb out of the hole and started running off into the horizon, hoping that something would work, that she would escape this lovestruck maniac, but she knew that it was futile, that he would eventually get her, because there was no way she could out run a car. The sunset was just so beautiful, and she just wanted to run towards it, so she could buy a couple extra seconds of life, so she could enjoy the view before it was gone. ———————————————————————————————————

“You want me to what?”

“Just get naked and lie in bed with me, its not like we’re going to actually have sex,” the man casually tried to explain, treating the 23 year old as if she was slow, “This is how they do it in the movie business, Hollywood. Do you know anything about movies?”

Trying to keep her anger and disgust in check, because she needed the money for rent, Ava tried to explain as reasonably as she could, “Kissing you was already too fucking much, and now you want me to lie in bed next to you, completely naked? The fuck is the point of this movie? Are you just trying to fuck me?”

“God damn it, how did you get that? What did I say to even remotely imply that?”

“For starters, when we kissed you said their would be no tongue, and you kept trying to slip it to me.”

“I was just being realistic! I’m sorry if I take movies very seriously! I’m just trying to fulfill my artistic vision!”

“Also, you clearly have an erection right now.”

“That’s not for you, don’t you get all high and mighty right now! You think that because you’re young and pretty that every guy wants to bang you, well this is for your sister, not you!”

“What the fuck is this, why did I agree to do this? You clearly aren’t right in the head.” Collecting her things, trying to not turn her back to the man, “I still can’t understand the point of this fucking thing anyways.”

Throwing his hands up in frustration, walking in a circle, amazed at how childish and unreasonable the dumb girl was being, “This movie is about how your sister and I met, right? So if she sees it, she’ll remember everything we did together, and then when her memory comes back she’ll live with me again, and we can be in love. She can do my dishes, clean my clothes, all of the things she used to do when she loved me! How can’t you understand how love works, are you emotionally retarded or something?”

Slipping on her flats, “First off, you in no way seem like you actually love her, you just want a maid.”

Appalled, having to step back when he heard this, “Have you never.. Do you not know how relationships work? Do you not know love?”

“Fine fine, whatever, lets just not get into this then! I’ll just get my shit and go, and if you really want to get back with my sister then just fucking talk to her, I don-”

“I can’t talk to her again, do you know how long it took me to get her to love me the first time around? Your sister is a real bitch, did you know that? But I guess it runs in the family.”

“Fuck you, I don’t need the money that bad.” And she began to storm out, not wanting to deal with this low life, realizing why her parents hated this guy so much.

Reaching out and latching onto her arm, preventing her from leaving, he had to tell his side of the story, he couldn’t let her think she was better than him, “Look here, I’m to old to go through that routine with your sister. If this movie works, then she’ll remember our love and we’ll be back together, and if it doesn’t then, well, I’ll just have to find somebody else. So don’t act all smug, you’re the one who is being unreasonable and stupid here. So will you do the movie or what?”

“If I do my price is going to go up.”

“How much?”

“$1,500 now.”

“That’s too much.”

“Too much for love?”

“Fine, whatever.”

“And I’m not getting naked, we can just fake that.”

“FINE! Whatever! God damn it.”

So they both agreed to deal with the other person and go through with the movie. Ava figured that she could just take the money and warn Avery about the movie, or destroy it before it came out, and the man figured that he could just not pay the stuck up girl and add a whole new layer of reality to his film, his testament of true love. ———————————————————————————————————

As her parents sat by Avery’s bedside, hoping that she would wake up, a nurse stepped into the doorway to tell them that there was another visitor. A little surprised and confused, the father left the room to go and see who it was, but he quickly became angry, his face went from pale to red, when he saw that piece of shit standing there, arm slung in a cast, grin on his facing, saying, “I just want to see Avery, I hope that she’s okay.”

His first instinct was to punch the man in the face, just a clean blow that would hopefully dislodge a tooth, or maybe his wedding ring would get caught somewhere, maybe under the man’s eye, but he decided to hold back. What if he was kicked out of the hospital, then his daughter came to without him there? He’d never forgive himself for that, and he could just rough up the dirt bag at any time, so he decided to calmly and reasonably tell the man to “Get the fuck out of here, and never show your face here again, or I’ll tell the cops.”

Smiling, the man put his one hand up in a sign of peace, and tried to explain, “I’m sorry but I don’t know what I did wrong here, I just want to see Avery. Can’t a man see his fiance? Its pretty unreasonable for you to keep me outside, waiting and worrying, and what if she died in there, what if she-”

“What if she died in the accident, you bald prick, what about that?”

“Well that’s hardly-”

“Look here, you can fucking bet that I will do everything to ensure that my daughter never marries you, you son of a bitch, and there is no way in hell that I’m going to let you anywhere near her as long as I’m still alive. Now if you-”

Turning to the nurse, “How is this fair? Why are you allowing him to-”

Not wanting to put up with this shit, the nurse firmly said, “Keep me out of this”, and then walked away. She had other patients to deal with.

Fed up, the man tried to force his way past the father, who turned out to be much stronger than the guy and did not budge at all. “Fuck this, this is bullshit”, the man shouted, and decided to march off and leave, deciding that he would figure out some other plan later, hoping that if Avery woke up, her parents wouldn’t fill her head with lies. As he was leaving, a nurse walked by him holding a small, paper cup with pills inside, and the man snatched them from her, downed them all, dry, and then shouted “I hope these kill me, I could never live in a world without her!” Eventually security came after him, then he actually left.

The nurse walked past the dad, upset that she had to get a refill, telling herself, “I can’t believe he would inconvenience me like that. Melodramatic jerk. At least he’s going to piss like crazy now. That will show him from snatching shit from me, making my job that much harder than it already is.” ———————————————————————————————————

Avery finally had enough, she was ready to leave, and nothing was going to stop her. Already having her stuff prepacked, stuffed into two large suitcases, just the essentials, she searched around the house for the spot where she hid all of her extra money, and her second set of car keys, waiting for this moment. When they were in her possession, she didn’t want to waste any time, who knows how long he was going to be out, so she grabbed her suit cases, and bolted for the front door. However, when she opened the door she was dismayed to find that he had been standing there, almost black out drunk, trying to figure out why she had the suitcases.

“Are, are you leaving me?” It was more of a threat than a question. “Do you think, do you not know what I do, every day, what I provide for you?”

“No, no, you’re just a little drunk, you’re just-” and then the first blow of that night came as he didn’t waste any time, and lodged a fist right in her gut, making sure to knock the wind out of her.

“Do you think I’m stupid? You think that, don’t you? You think I wouldn’t, do you think I couldn’t tell that you try to-”

“Honey, please-”

“Shut up! Let me think. Now, if you want to go, I can take you there. We’ll go together. Alright? I’m your fiance, aren’t I? Do you think you can just leave me, after all I, the things I did for you? Do you know how many women I didn’t sleep with, just because I loved you? Do you know how much it hurts to love you?” Sometimes if she went limp and quiet, he would get bored and leave her alone, but it wasn’t one of those times. “Do you know how much it hurts?” Then he stomped down onto her rib cage with enough force to fracture a rib. “Lets go, we’re leaving, together.”

Holding back tears, “Please, no, honey, you’re drunk, you can’t-”

He picked her up and threw her into the coffee table. “Don’t you tell me what I can’t do! Now get your shit, and get in the car!”

Feeling like she had no choice, feeling defeated, she grabbed her bags and marched in front of him, so that he could watch her, and got into the passenger seat of the car. Having some trouble, he got into the driver’s seat, started up the shitty, tan sedan, and began to leave the driveway, destination unknown. Avery hoped that they would stop at a red light in a crowded part of town, so she could jump out and try to escape, but she was unlucky enough for them to hit every green light, she was unlucky for no cops to be nearby to pull them over.

Taking her attempt to leave as the ultimate form of betrayal, her fiance decided that he was going to drive her out to an open field somewhere so that he could shoot her, and then shoot himself. It was a gesture, in his mind, of love and hate. Luckily for Avery, before they got to the field the abusive drunk ran a red light, and their car was hit by a pickup truck.

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