#the music freaks fanfic

[lokalny-menel]

THE GHOST OF THE PAST

I'm sorry for all the mistakes, English is not my first language

31th of October, the spookiest day of the month. Three young boys were sitting together on the floor in one's room, with a wooden board in the center of them, surrounded by lightened candles. They've planed to play a game. A very dengerous one, even though it may seem like a harmless one.

...Remember kids, never mess with the other side...

The tall, blonde boy was staring at the oujia board, thinking if he could step out of this. Now, as he could clearly see it infront of him, with his own eyes, he started to dislike this whole idea. The boy glanced at his other friends with slight nervousness, but to his misfortune neither of them seemed to change their minds about this 'great idea'.

- Guys, I don't think it's a good idea.. - Blonde boy spoke.

- Come on Jake! Don't be a wuss! - a boy with million of freckles on his face. - It was your idea to talk to Drew in the first place! - he said as he straighten up from his sitting position. Then the boy with dyed green spoke quite loudly.

- Yeah, and we can't backout now! - he gestured at the whole thing they set up. Jake looked at it again, analysing it all over. Yeah, sure, he missed Drew. He would do anything to talk to him again, but wouldn't summoning him with oujia board disrupt his peace? Jake wasn't sure, if that would be a right thing to do. Yet he looked up, and nodded, as a sign that he'll do it. And that's when they started the seance. Three of the boys put their hands on the indicator with excitement and adrenaline. But after that... What they were supposed to do actually? How were they supposed to summon the ghost of Drew? The boys haven't really think this through.

- Uh... Drew, are you here? - Jake said with uncertainty in his voice. All of the eyes were on the indicator, trying to catch a little bit of movement. Nothing happened.

- The ghost of Drew Rodriguez, are you here with us? - Jake spoke again, now more confident of his words. - Please give us a sign! Seconds started to feel like hours, the adrenaline raised, but nothing happened. No flickering lights, no change in the temperature, no unusual movements. The indicator haven't moved an inch, not a one minimeter, even! But they waited, at least a minute or two more, which felt like hours to them. Still nothing has changed in the surroundings.

- This is just a waste of time - the brown haired boy said, bored of this whole game. He was about to take his hand off the indicator, but the taller boy stopped him in time.

- Dude, we need to say goodbye to the ghost - Jake gave him a serious look, trying to warn his friend.

- But nothing came! - he argued back, not seeing any sense in saying goodbye to something, that's not there.

- You don't know that - The green haired boy now spoke. He knew some things about spiritual seanses, since his mom used to be obsessed with this stuff, and some of that passion passed onto the young boy.

- Let's just do that, incase something actually came.

- Okay, whatever. They said the goodbye to the being that might have came, and took their hands off the indicator. All of them were disappointed in the fact that nothing had happened, as they all wanted. Jake was once again staring at the oujia board. Feeling of sadness and yearning started to rise inside of young boy.

- So, what are we going to do now? - the question came out of one's of boys mouth. The blonde leaned back, thinking for a second.

- Maybe, let's watch a scary movie?

- Good idea!

....................

Hours had passed and eventually Jake's friends had to go. Now the young boy was laying down on his bed while eating leftovers of chips and popcorn. He stared at the ceiling, feeling the overwhelming emptyness inside. His thoughts were coming back to their failed spiritual seanse, wishing that it actually did work, wishing he could talk to his best friend again. He has so many questions to ask. But what did Jake want to ask Drew? Now, as the boy was thinking about it, he didn't even knew how he would have reacted if his best friend really came! He felt how tears started to gather in his eyes. It still hurst him so much. It happened about 4 years ago, and he still haven't coped with it. He still remembered the day when he last saw his little friend, like it was yesterday.

It was Jake's birthday. His twelve birthday, to be exact. Drew left Jake's place on his own, and was never seen again. "See you tomorrow!" were the last words they said to eachother, but that tomorrow never came. After three days Jake's parents lied to him that Drew runaway. After another few days Liam, his other friend, informed Jake, that Drew in fact is dead. He told him that Drew was runover by a drunk driver. Jake cried harder and harder with every second as the memories hit him one by one. And the feeling of guilt. The terrible guilt. "I could have prevent it from happening!" he thought to himself while putting his hands in his hair to soon start pulling it. If he was about to do something to himself again, no one was home to stop him, noone to hear his pathetic cries. He was all alone right now. He could do anything right now! Anything! And that's when it hit him. And idea came to Jake's head. He quickly looked around the room, and saw that the oujia board was still laying in the corner. Then he checked the hour. It was almost 12 AM, which meant that his parents will come back in 4 hours. So that meant...

- I still have some time to try! - Jake said to himself, wiping off his tears and get out of the bed. He quickly walked up and took the oujia board and put it in the middle of his room. He put candles around it in a circle and lighted the up. Now he can begin the seanse, and this time he knew what he wanted to say. Jake put his hand on the indicator. - Ghost of Drew Rodriguez, I invite you here - He started differently this time. He waited for some signs of Drews presence. Yet again there was nothing. Jake's hopes started to go down, but suddenly he felt how the temperature begone to lower.

- Drew, are you here? - He asked with hope in his voice. Jake couldn't believe in what's happening. He's actually able to apologise and properly say goodbye to his best friend! Jake stares at indicator as it moves slowly through the alphabet written down on the board. The ghost said yes. It said yes.. It said yes! Jake felt his heart racing with excitement. He couldn't believe it, yet it had just happened infront of him! Drew is really here, as a ghost, but still here! Okay, okay Jake calm down. You need to say something to him.

- Uh.. How are you Drew? - that's a stupid question.. But he had no idea how to start it in any other way. So now he watched how the indicator moved from a letter to a letter. First was "p", then "r", "e", "t" and after some time the pointer stopped moving.

- Pretty dead... - Jake repeated what he read - yeah, right... I should have figured it out.. - he said more to himself than to Drew. But it's a sign that's it's really him! The Drew Jake knew was always sarcastic like that. So that must be him really! Okay Jake, now you need to apologise.

- Drew!.. I Want to apologise to you. - and the indicator moved again, starting from the letter "f" to "t". "For what" Drew asked.

- For letting you die.. I should have walked you home, or ask my parents you drop you off at your place. I shouldn't had let you go all alone like that.. - Good job Jake! You did it! Now he had to wait for Drew's response. And he didn't have to wait too long because soon, he could read the message saying;

"not your fault"

After reading the message Jake kept staring at the board, tears gathering in his eyes. Not your fault Jake. It wasn't your fault. Drew doesn't blame you for his death, Jake. It's all okay. It felt great to know, that his best friend doesn't blame him.

[iaminalotoffandoms13]

"I never loved you, I simply accepted the love that you gave me." An Aged up Liam fanfic (+angst & hurt/no comfort)

(Some random fic I made from a quote I saw)

Tw: suicide

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A gnawing feeling has been slowly eating him for years, and this time it has gotten stronger. William Travers, will be telling his wife for 10 years the truth. The truth that he always kept from everyone but himself, although he couldn't bear the feeling of lying to her as this relationship is slowly hurting him as well. He eyes his wife who's currently cutting her food into small pieces, he have brought her to a fancy dinner so they could talk about this matter calmly, although Liam was sure that she didn't have the same idea on her mind and thought this was another one of their dates. He remembers all of it, from the first to the last one before he's gonna tell her the truth, all of those flowers, fancy dinner, dancing, kissing. She felt wonderful and at blissed! Truly feels loved and Liam has only been hoping that he would have those feelings his wife had for 10 years. Guilt consumes him slowly, it's not like he doesn't deserve that guilt consuming him everyday. He has commit a crime to a human's heart, that is only accepting a love without actually feeling it.

"What's on your mind?"

His wife asks with a concern look. He does not deserve those loving and concern stares from her when he never truly return the stares genuinely and return it with dread feeling his stomach with hatred and condemn.

"####, you are aware that we have been married for 10 years right?"

The wife smiles remembering the day of the wedding warmly. Oh Liam wish he could have remember one of the days that gave great impact on his life with love as well, although it seems like he's incapable for that as well.

"Yes, I do. I can't believe we've gotten this far. We have a nice family of our own now, I couldn't ask for anything more."

The woman said, grateful for the life she had.

"Of course, it can get stressful sometimes but you and Lucy have given me one of the best moments of my life."

...

Liam stares at his wife, no love on his eyes and it was a returned once again by a loving ons

"Although I hope Courtney remembers a out the allergies list I gave her, I wouldn't want her to get-"

"I'm sorry."

This was it.

"Huh? Sorry for what?"

His wife said in confusion. Liam tug his sleeves a bit, an old habit that he does when he's nervous. How can he revealed to her about the lies of the marriage. The lies that have made a family. He wonders if he could wait a bit longer to see, if perhaps a miracle could give him the feelings that he have forever crave, but he knows it wouldn't.

"This... this marriage was a lie."

"... Liam, I'm confused. Did you perhaps drink too much?"

He lets out a bitter chuckle.

"No, no. #### I... I never loved you... I simply accepted the love that you gave me.."

The truth that he have kept from everyone for 10 years is finally out to the person he kept from the most.

"What? What are you talking about?"

His wife asks dreadfully as if she have some speculations that Liam have admit. Perhaps she does have a clue on what he's truly feeling, as he never return her love with the same passion, although Liam guessed that she always brushed it away.

"I... I do love you, ####, but... never that way... I ... Just wanted to feel like I'm capable of loving."

His wife stares at him and Liam couldn't tell what was the emotion from that eyes that stare the great big truth currently.

"Since forever I've been nagged about how nice romance is and I've never have that feeling which scared me deeply. So when you told me you love me, I mainly sees it as a way to prove I could love too."

As Liam looks back to his wife, he saw she was crying.

"I'm sorry."

His wife got up and left immediately to their car, Liam soon followed him after paying for the dinner. For a couple of days, they didn't talk to each other and Liam just slept on the couch outside to give his wife some space. One day, he got back from work.

"Dad!"

His 7 year old daughter runs to him when he enters the house.

"Yes sweetie? How's your day?"

"It's alright, but mommy didn't come out from the bathroom since afternoon! I think she's sick!"

"She didn't? Alright I'll check."

Liam felt a gnawing feeling on his stomach again. He tries to open the door but it was locked of course, he tried knocking but there wasn't an answer. He complements for a bit and he grabbed a key, he slowly opens the door.

His wife, was laying there with foams on her mouth and a bottle of pills to her hand.

Liam stared, at the consequences and proof of his truth, with shock and a heavy guilt. He quickly rushes to his wife, as he tried to check for a pulse. No, she have been dead for hours already.

"No no no, I'm so sorry, Carrie! I'm so so sorry!"

He cried although there wasn't an answer. His daughter looks at the body, the figment of her love that Liam never return and took for granted, now laid upon the bathroom's tiles with confusion and fear.

"W-what's happening?! Why is there bubbles on her mouth!"

This was his punishment. The truth has killed his wife, it have killed the mother of his daughter he greatly loves and he condemns it. He condemns the truth. He hated it and swore to never let it out ever again.

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Hi! Can you guys give some tips to write a story better?

[can-a-tuna-fish]

I can and will write a multi page essay about the way people write and portray Richard Goranski’s lisp in fan content and why I don’t like it. this is sort of just one aspect of it, guys please actually consider how a lisp works before writing/playing him with one I’m begging you.

Rich has a tongue between teeth lisp (as opposed to the type of lisp that happens when air escapes from the sides of your teeth), meaning he makes the “sss” and “zzz” sounds with his tongue “out” (touching the top row of his teeth instead of resting behind them).

The way the tongue between teeth sort of lisp works, you only make the “th” sound on certain words. sun, spoil, and toss all require you to use the “sss” sound to pronounce them, meaning they would come out with a th lisp. The same goes for “zzz” sounding words like zebra, puzzle, and lazy. Plus some words with C like icing, voice, and circle, since in this context the C actually makes the same sound as an S.

Not all words that have an S or C in them make the speaker lisp though, which is where I think people get confused about it and write/play him with a silly sounding or inaccurate lisp. Words like share, show, and sheet make a “shh” or a shush sound, which usually wouldn’t have a th lisp attached to it :))

Something I recommend if you’re ever playing him or just generally any character who lisps, be conscious not to speak with your tongue out the entire time. I see a lot of the people who play him just keeping their tongue between their teeth throughout entire sentences while trying to recreate a lisp, and it changes the pronunciation of ALL their words which a lisp wouldn’t do.

Also, when writing a lisp, it’s really repetitive to read anything that constantly emphasizes it. You don’t have to write “thally thellth thea thellth by the thea thore” it’s difficult to read and makes the content less accessible overall, it’s okay to write the words normally and THEN emphasize how they’re spoken, one or two mentions of a lisp is enough to get the point across without constant repetition. Plus then it’s not crowding up your writing and taking all that effort to figure out.

Honestly all I’m saying is to think about how speech impediments work before trying to write/mimic them, genuinely though at most it mildly annoys me so there’s no anger or anything behind this post. It’s something I like talking about + I like rich so he gets to be part of this too.

[rosypenguins]

Day 9! Something I like/dislike about the Jomies!

I LOVE the JOMIES!!!

Genuinely I cannot express how much I adore these four! They’re my little scrimblos, my goobers, my sillies, my stinkers even!! (I’m so fucking cringe.)

I think my favorite thing about them is how well they all work as a friend-group. Because I feel like you wouldn’t really expect these four to be friends at all.

I mean, you got a charming little heart-throb, (Jake) the classic mean, grumpy rich kid, (Drew) some milf-obsessed dude, (Liam) and a very excitable weaboo, (Henry).

It’s a pretty random range of characters, yet they all play off each-other so well. They all have fun little dynamics with one another, yet they’re all separate characters perfectly able to stand on their own. I mean, it’d be pretty easy to just make Liam and Henry nothing more than Drew’s lackeys, but they’re not. They have depth to them. They have their own little personalities and quirks and they just so happen to go along with Drew.

And because of their dynamics with one another, it’s so much fun writing about them and imagining different scenarios involving either some of them, or all four of them. They’re just so awesome. They’re such a fun little group.

(And the mental image of Drew watching Liam, Henry and Jake be absolute crack-heads while wondering who’s medical bill he’ll have to pay next will never not be funny to me. I love this dynamic so much.)

I genuinely need to do an in-depth analysis about the dynamics between these four, but for now, I should probably move on to something I dislike.

If I’m being honest, I had to think about this for a while. Because, I mean, there’s not much I particularly dislike about them. I considered saying something about how them being bullies, but in all honesty, I don’t actually hate that about them.

I mean, that’s their job. They’re the antagonists of this show for a reason. They’re supposed to be mean and cause conflict. And if they didn’t, well, we’d have no show. (And that’d be lame.)

This isn’t to say I support their actions at all. (In fact I was seething at them in the Comic Episode.) I’m just trying to say that I can’t really bring myself to dislike them when they’re only fulfilling the role they were created for. (And they’re also characters outside of that role and those characters I really like.)

I think the real thing I dislike about them is ACTUALLY THE FACT THAT THERE ISN’T A TMF SPIN-OFF THAT FOLLOWS THE JOMIES DURING SUMMER VACATION PRIOR TO THE SHOW.

GIVE ME JOMIES BEACH EPISODE GIVE ME EPISODE WHERE THEY GO TO THE BEACH AND PLAY VOLLEYBALL AND DREW INSISTS ON BEING ON A TEAM WITH JAKE ONLY TO LOSE AND GO AND SULK UNDER THE UMBRELLA. GIVE ME HENRY TRIPPING IN THE SAND AND FREAKING OUT ABOUT CRABS. GIVE ME HENRY AND LIAM BUILDING SAND CASTLES WHILE JAKE’S OUT IN THE WATER AND KEEPS GLANCING BACK AT DREW WHO’S STILL ALL UPSET. GIVE ME JAKE DRAGGING DREW INTO THE WATER AND SPLASHING HIM AND THEY START SPLASHING AROUND TOGETHER AND HENRY AND LIAM JOIN AND-

Anyways I think my only real complaint is that they all lied to Drew. Makes me sad.

@31days-of-freakblr

[vasito-de-leche]

okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.3k words. self-harm implied You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.

thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!

I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it

either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!

Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.

Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way. 

And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.

The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?

He does.

On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.

You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.

Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?

Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.

All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.

He can't tear his eyes away.

Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.

That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.

"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."

His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.

You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.

"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."

But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?

"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."

The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.

He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.

His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.

"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."

Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?

Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.

He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.

That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.

Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.

"Wait, don't do that-!"

Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.

Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.

"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"

Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.

"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."

"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."

"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."

"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.

An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?

Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.

"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"

"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.

"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."

You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.

Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.

Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.

"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.

You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.

"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.

You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.

"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."

Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.

The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.

Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.

A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.

A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.

And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.

[realityisweird101]

ngl i would totally like a drake fic w like, an obsessive drew. (like, bpd ig, and jake is his favorite person.) it would so definitely be toxic/unhealthy, and one-sided, since drake is a funny ship in retrospect, but when u actually think about them, they would def not be an ideal pair.

like, drew liking jake is def canon and if u disagree fight me rn. i just think that them actually getting together is SO SO SO unlikely. it would be toxic and bad for the both of them, js like their friendship was like,,, cute, and they cared 4 eachother, but it was def a bit unhealthy...

ANYWAYS the fic,

so like, drew would meet jake for the first time, and just, instantly fall in love with him. like, something like, "He looked into the boy's chocolate brown eyes, and felt a pang in his chest." so like, he doesn't KNOW he's in love, but he is.

as the fic progresses, drew's protectiveness becomes attachment, and his attachment becomes need. he NEEDS jake to stay with him, because without jake he is NOTHING. yk what i mean? qnd like, these changes are subtle, but become more and more obvious throughout the fic. like, starting with "God, Drew loved his timid smile. It made his heart feel fuzzy and light." progressing to, "Drew didn't understand *why* Jake thought he needed those freaks- after all, he was enough, right?" or, "Jake had been missing from the lunch table for 2 days now, and Drew had half a heart to chase after him, and half a heart to straight up murder whoever was stealing him from Drew. Not actually, though." And finally, "He *can't* live without *him*, he needs him- he needs him to hold him, to love him, to only need him. Drew wants those freaks- *Hailey* - to jump off a *fucking* bridge, to leave jake- to let Jake stay with Drew, to *be* Drew's, to have Drew. Fuck, Drew would kill himself if it meant Jake would love him, *god*, he would kill anyone, everyone, if it meant Jake would *look at him* lovingly." ehh sorta like that maybe?

i just want to see drew slowly lose himself while obsessing about Jake. he goes from wanting to make jake smile, to being willing to serve his heart on a platter if it meant jake would even just look at him without hatred in his eyes.

man i want to see drew go batshit crazy, and how that affects his relationship with the dromies, and how that affects how he treats himself, and how he sees the world in this jake-obsessed haze.

but like, with a happy ending. where he ditches jake and instead goes and marries liam instead /j

...or???

LOL I'll probs js end up writing this myself lmao

[hischeapcigar]

𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie loves you with his eyes closed 

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: smut + fluff (mostly smut lolol) 18+

a/n: this fanfic is based on this cute country song i heard by florida georgia line called “eyes closed” and i was daydreaming eddie so this fanfic was born. It’s all smut so MDNI!!!! Reblog as much as you like and your comments are appreciated <3 

You and Eddie were currently on his couch as you watched some movie on the TV. It had been more than a week since you both hung out like this. You were either interrupted with some company or like recently, exams. 

The movie had your full attention until you felt Eddie’s hands on the hem of your t-shirt. Slowly he moved past it and settled his hand on your waist, his fingers mindlessly making circles on your soft skin.

His touch lit your skin on fire, you were surprised how he immediately shifted your attention to him with just small touches. 

Seeking more of his touch, you moved in his arms, hoping he got the message. And of course. Of course he did. 

His hand traveled further to your stomach, tracing lightly on your skin as he moved it up, up, up until he reached the base of your breasts. 

“No bra, hmm?” he whispered, before lightly kissing the shell of your ear

You squirmed, hips jutting back to his so he could quit teasing, “Eddie” you whined

“Shh babygirl, will treat you real nice,” he cupped one breast in his hand, groaning. 

You moaned his name, craving more of his touch. Begging for it to be on every part of your body. 

“Touch me, eddie” you said breathlessly, as he massaged your breast, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple

“I am, baby” he teased, knowing well what you meant, where you wanted him but he wanted to play 

He sucked a bruise on your sensitive pulse on your neck, while you squirmed in his hold

Suddenly you turned your head, catching Eddie off guard and capturing his lips. He bit your lower lip, you gasped and he took the chance to slide his tongue in your mouth. 

His hand moved to the other breast, massaging it so it didn’t feel neglected. He was torturing you with all touches and kisses. You needed him inside you, skipping the foreplay. But it was Eddie. 

Your make out session was abruptly stopped as the thunder rumbled over the trailer before it started raining. The sound of clattering tin filled the room as if there were fireworks outside. 

You both looked at each other, coming closer to resume your session but a few sparks went out before the power lines were knocked down due to the wind. 

It was pitch black, you couldn’t see Eddie's face, only the sound of angry rain hitting the tin rooftop. Your heart sank, you were finally getting what you craved all week and now you’re interrupted again. 

Eddie was slightly mad too but he was good at controlling his emotion unlike you who was huffing in annoyance. 

“Baby, can you move, i need to close the windows before it all gets messy in my room” 

You obliged as you both got up from the couch. You made your way to the kitchen, looking for candles. You had to extend your hands to keep you from bumping into something. Your eyes were adjusting to the dark, plus Eddie pulled the curtains letting the moonlight in. 

You could see his figure but not his face as he made his way to you. He grabbed your waist as he pulled you in, one hand on your waist while the other took your hand and brought it around his neck, your other arm joining on its own. 

“What’s my girl looking for in the kitchen?” he kept his voice low, 

“Candles- Eddie we can’t stop what we just started, it’s been a week” you rolled your hips against his. His hands flew to grab your hips, 

“We ain't gotta light a candle tonight. Girl, I know right where I am” he smirked before he leaned in to kiss you. 

The feeling of him, the taste of his lips on yours was so intoxicating, you could get drunk on it. You only pulled apart for the sake of oxygen, already feeling light headed before he kissed you again, this time with more passion, more lust.

“It’s dark” you muttered

“and I know your body like the back of my hand” his voice was husky

You couldn’t see his eyes but you knew his pupils were blown wide. He walked you back to his room without breaking the kiss. 

He kicked the door close with his feet and walked you back until the back of your knees hit the bed. Only then he broke the kiss, only then you both opened your eyes. The room was darker, the curtains shielded the moonlight 

You tried to open the curtains, but he stopped you, “I don't need no moonlight, hell, but go and get that dress undone” . His voice was thick with lust as he ordered you as he got rid of his clothes.

You sat naked on his bed, looking at his figure. He walked up to you and delicately cradled your face tilting it up, connecting your lips, pushing you to lay you down on the bed. 

It was dark enough to see his features, somehow he knew exactly what he was doing. Not once he stepped on you, as if he could see everything clearly. 

His butterfly kisses trailed down to your neck as he praised, “you’re perfect” 

“Mmm eddie you can’t even see me,” you were high on his light touches and lips on your body

“Like that road that I grew up on, I know every twist and turn” he mumbled, 

His cock nudged your clothed clit, “tsk, i thought i told you to take off your clothes” as he continued peppering kisses on your chest before taking on boob in his mouth. Tongue twirling around your nipple, withdrawing more moans from you, 

His finger folded around the edge of your panties before pulling them down. His mouth slowly moved south, the ache between your legs was growing, 

“Eddie, please” you were breaths were ragged

“I know baby, gotta take it nice and slow” his hands holding your hips from squirming

The familiar coil was already forming in your stomach. He was torturing you with all the teasing and not getting to the part where you needed him the most. 

“Ju- just get there eddie, pleasepleaseplease” he was so close to your center, just one kiss away but he removed himself completely, your eyes shot open. 

“Eddie!” you whined

You felt him shifting down as he kneeled at the edge of the bed, and began kissing his way up on your leg. 

He really did know every dip and curve. It felt like there was a faint light enough to illuminate your body, and your eyes were closed. But there wasn’t. He knew your body, 

As if reading your thoughts, “We've been doin' this so long, I memorized your every curve” you moaned as he pecked your inner thigh. So close so close so close 

He proved it once again when he suddenly attached his mouth to your begging core. Your hips instinctively jutted into his mouth seeking more. He splayed his hand on your stomach, keeping you caged. 

He sucked and bit on your bundle of nerves, “s’ pretty” he mumbled, eating you out as if you were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, 

“Can’t believe I was away from this gorgeous pussy for a week,” he said before swiping your clit with his thumb;, spreading your juices. He plunged his ring clad index finger right inside without warning, before pulling out. The second time he added another finger as he fucked you with his fingers. 

You were a moaning mess on his bed, grabbing on the sheets so hard that your knuckles turned white. 

“Eddie,” you choked between your moans, “eddie im gonna-” 

He paced up his fingers until you were screaming his name, feeling the coil tightening before it snapped and you came on his fingers, he quickly fixed his face, sucking all the juices you had to offer. 

Your vision went white and your body trembled. You even forgot the lights had gone out because you thought you went blind from all the pleasure he brought you. 

He crawled up at you again and kissed you, swallowing your moans when you tasted yourself on his lips. One of his hand was right beside you, on the pillow, supporting his weight over you, and the other held his cock to pump him

You quickly replaced his hand on the cock with yours as you pumped his length, spreading his precum all over to the base. 

“You ready, baby?” he asked as his teased his cock at your entrance

You nodded, biting your lip to stiffen you moan

He slowly pushed in, inch by inch. You still never got used to his big length. Just when you thought he’s done, he pushed an inch more til he was all in. 

He gave you a minute to adjust, 

“Eddie, move” you urged and he obeyed

He started setting a pace, finding a rhythm, something like a beat he made the other day on his guitar so metal,

 so hard 

so fast.

 And he fucked you like that. He picked the rhythm and fucked you to it. Like a song being sung, like a hardcore melody. 

Your loud moans were silenced by the rain hitting the tin roof. And again you felt the pressure building in your lower pit, 

He babbled sweet nothings in your ear as he pulled and pushed, 

“I can kiss you” thrust “I can hold you” thrust “I can love you” his ego inflating, proud of himself that he managed to provide you pleasure in the pitch black darkness, 

“I can love you” he repeated, thrust “with my eyes closed” with that he kissed your lips to seal his promise.

Your heart fluttered at his words, the way he made all your insecurities melt away. He made all the right moves,  traced his hands on the same path as he did with the lights on. 

His rhythm started to distort as he got closer to the edge, bringing your pressure close to breaking. 

His thrusts got sloppier as your walls clenched around him, making him moan out your name, 

“Let it go baby, let it go for me,” he said and you did 

You came so hard your ears started ringing, your eyes rolled back in your head. Few minutes and he abruptly pulled out his cock, spilling all his seeds on your pussy and lower stomach. 

He flopped down beside you on his stomach. 

You both caught your breaths before he gathered his cum from your stomach on his fingers and bought them to your lips, 

“Suck it clean” he ordered 

 You closed your lips around his fingers as you tasted him, moaning at the taste. 

“Atta girl,” he praised before he kissed you, tasting himself on you.

Then he placed a kiss on your overstimulated pussy before carefully getting off the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. 

He stumbled over something, “ow”

“You okay?” you called

“Walked right into the wall” He chuckled as returned with a cloth and carefully wiped your clean, placing a kiss here and there, 

“You know my body better than your home?” you smirked as he discard the cloth piece and returned to lay beside you on bed,

He pulled you to himself, your back to his chest, “your body’s my home, darlin’” he said, pecking your head. 

“And if the lights come on?” you whispered

“If them lights come on, I won't complain, no,” he tightened his hold, “'Cause I know how to love you either way,”

You smiled, feeling content, listening to the sound of rain, caged in your lover’s arms

[adrift-in-thyme]

Posted this last week and totally forgot to put it here

Summary: Polites nods, blows out a sigh. An exasperated smirk tugs at his lips. “There it is.”

“There what is?” Odysseus shoots back, feeling suddenly as though he has slipped and fallen into a ditch he is certain was not there before. He despises it. Being a step behind is another thing he is not accustomed to.

“What has been bothering you,” Polites explains, calmly. “I knew I would manage to get it out of you eventually.”

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Polites comforts Odysseus

[jakesterling]

guys... if ANY fanfic writer in the tmf fandom is reading.. i mayyyy have a request... :flushed:

it'd be really sigma if there was a fanfic w the hanaki disease and a rarepair..

[jack-kellys]

ONLY SO FAR. Poll #4.

reblog for reader/sample size!

[speedydestinydream]

I understand the transmasc Jake headcanon and I think it's very neat but have you ever considered...

Transfem Jake?

Not enough people talk about the idea of transfem Jake, honestly.

(Though, with most characters in the TMF fandom, when people headcanon them as trans they usually headcanon them as transitioning to the canon gender they are in the show originally—Ex. Headcanoning Zander to be FtM/Headcanoning Daisy to be MtF)

It has so much potential !!! Here, I'll give a few ideas:

Ex. 1. Jake trying to figure out whether or not she (I'm just gonna use she/her for talking about transfem jake) has a crush on Daisy, or if she wants to be Daisy and is simply getting extreme gender envy from her. (Spoiler alert: It's probably both.)

Ex. 2. Jake comes out to her friend group and they're all supportive and whatnot and all that good stuff. Henry thinks he finally has a chance with Lia. nope. Lia is still in love with Jake either way. (Pansexual Lia... hell yeah.)

Ex. 3. Lia and Zoey help Jake with her transition. Helping her figure out how to put on makeup, helping her pick out reasonable stylish outfits, taking her out on girl's nights with them, defending her with their lives. I know Zoey despises Jake... buuuuut I'm gonna ignore that for the sake of fluff. Maybe they just develop a frenemy kind of bond. (Ignore canon.)

Ex. 4. Jake comes out to the music club and Hailey is extremely proud of the fact that they gained one more female club member. (Milly is jumping up and down and celebrating this.)

Ex. 5. Jake comes out to her family. Milo still doubts her ability to get girls, whether identifying as a boy or girl. Jake is extremely offended.

Ex. 6. In freshman year of highschool, Daisy is the first person Jake confides in about her gender struggles.

Ex. 7. Jake loses a bet with her friends and puts on a dress. Refusing to admit it, she actually feels extremely confident in it. She secretly buys the dress, keeping it in her closet, hoping for the day she could wear it in public.

Ex. 8. Oh wow, Angst. - The angst potential is STRONG. I know how much this fandom loves angst.

Jake is in an all guy friend group—well, atleast her closest friends are guys. She might feel extremely out of place, like she didn't belong, even with her group of friends. The emotions from her past of being friendless and out of place strike back to her as she realizes she feels nothing like all her other friends, and even her own body makes her feel out of place now. She ends up starting to slowly drift way from Drew, Henry, and Liam, refusing to admit what's wrong.

Ex. 9. (Still angst) - Middle school Jake would often stay up late at night, occasionally accidentally pulling all nighters, looking at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was so wrong with her that she felt this way.

Ex. 10.

Jake: *is coming out as transfem and stuff and stuff yknow*

Zander: *rests hand on Jake's shoulder* Don't worry, this doesn't change how I feel about you in the slighest.

Jake: Aw, thanks-

Zander: I still think you are a cocky asshole.

Jake:

These are just some things I made up on the spot. Some might not be that interesting, i know. I have many great transfem jake ideas but they all just fucking left me when i decided to write this. Curse you stupid brain. If my good ideas come back I'll be sure to add more on to it in a reblog.

In all honesty, the most accurate depiction of transfem Jake would probably just be...

Jake thinking—"Heh, I'm such a ladies man," to "Oh shit.. maybe I'M a lady!"

[bleue-flora]

Mmm… snippet of future Musical Chairs?

“Thinking about him hurts like a kick to the gut. He hasn’t seen Sapnap since he… died. Since he drowned in poisoned blood. Since he limped through the snow, a bloodied trail behind him, knowing the way and yet feeling utterly lost, wondering if he’ll ever forget the cold look in Sapnap’s eyes and the apathetic greed of his voice when he too asked about the book right before swinging a sharp sword (his sword!) into his flesh just like his fiancé had so many times before. If he’ll ever lose the frost freezing his heart as Sapnap, his friend, his brother stood there in the last possession to his name, denying Dream that small mercy of having what is his. If he’ll ever forget the sound of Sapnap’s disbelieving words as he questioned if the torture really happened as if it wasn’t clear as day from his appearance. As if he wasn’t leaning to one side, standing on a knee bent in the wrong direction. As if a vast spread of scars didn’t sprinkle across the patches of his exposed skin. As if his once dirty blonde hair wasn’t crusted in layers of blood. As if his words meant nothing, weren’t worth enough to even consider. As if he didn’t lie the last time they spoke saw eachother about coming back to visit him.”

[rosypenguins]

❤️Two Friends💚

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Synopsis: Liam and Henry’s reaction to Drew and Jake’s fight.

A/N: HOLY SHIT HENRY APPEARANCE FINALLY!! HE’S HERE!!! Anyways if you were wondering why Liam and Henry didn’t butt into the fight like Hailey did, this is why lol. (Also if Drew comes across super irrational in this… good.) (And no, he doesn’t have a concussion. Just to clarify.) (Also, did I have Liam call out every single fanfic and Gacha video I saw of the Dromies post-Drakeup where Drew cries in the bathrooms? Maybe. Did I eat those videos up regardless? Absolutely.)

Contains Swearing, Mentions of Violence

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Liam bit the inside of his cheek as he opened his locker, dumping his folders in his backpack. His eyes glanced in the direction where Drew usually stood, but the magenta-haired man was gone once again.

He must’ve gone home early again… How long’s he planning on keeping this up?

His eyes turned their focus to Henry, only to find him staring blankly at the metal doors, fingers twisting his lock absent-mindedly.

He tilted his head slightly when he noticed Liam staring, and the taller man was quick to avert his gaze.

“Liam? You okay?” Henry asked, and Liam shook his head.

“Yeah- yeah, I’m fine.” He replied, earning a small pout from the shorter man. His eyebrows furrowed, and he opened his mouth to say something, only for a pair of students to rush past them. Liam’s eyes followed the two down the hallway, before exchanging a glance with the green-haired boy beside him.

What do you think that’s about? Liam wondered, and Henry, somehow reading his mind, shrugged.

“You wanna go check it out?” Henry suggested, and Liam nodded, following the shorter man down the hallway.

And it didn’t take long for Liam to faintly catch the sounds of shouting and chanting. Rounding the corner, he noticed a large crowd of students had gathered around, with several phones held high in the air, all focused on whatever was in the center of the misshapen circle. Liam’s eyes widened.

“I think it’s a fight, dude!” He exclaimed, and Henry’s face practically lit up with excitement.

“No way!” He shouted, and without hesitation, he bolted towards the crowd. Liam was quick to follow, pulling his phone from his pocket to hopefully get a video of it for himself.

But just as he was about to press record, his eyes caught a glimpse of the two students in the center of the chaos.

And his phone nearly slipped from his grasp as he watched a familiar head of magenta hair get slammed to the ground.

His eyes darted to Henry, and watched as his once-excited expression crumbled. His breath hitched, eyes blown wide he took a step back.

Then, something in his expression changed. His eyebrows twitched, and he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

And Liam had known Henry long enough to realize what he was about to do.

Just as Henry’s foot left the floor, Liam slid his arms beneath his, holding him back from breaking through the crowd. Henry let out a grunt, struggling against Liam’s grasp.

“Let go of me!” He shouted, but Liam refused, tightening his hold as if his life depended on it.

“I’m not letting you run in there!!”

“I have to do something!!” Henry cried, his voice cracking on his words.

“You’re only gonna get yourself hurt, Henry!” Liam shouted, only for the sound of a whistle to pierce his ears.

Henry flinched at the noise, his hands instinctively covering his ears as Liam turned his head to see a couple security guards had finally showed up. He took a step back as they forced their way past, breaking through the crowd and pulling Jake and Drew off of each other.

Liam’s hold loosened on Henry, only to hear a sob escape from the shorter boy’s lips.

Immediately, Liam released his hold on him, and Henry was quick to hide his face in his hands.

And despite Drew’s screams flooding the hallway, Liam knew he had to get Henry out of there. Carefully, he took Henry’s arm into his hand, leading him away from the crowd. He had to find somewhere quiet. Somewhere secluded, where no one hanging behind after school could bother them.

“Uhm… not the bathroom, that’s too cliche…” He mumbled to himself, before eventually settling on the space underneath the staircase. Slowly, Liam let go of Henry’s arm, and Henry lowered his hands to reveal his now tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, using his sleeves to wipe them away. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Liam whispered, bringing his hands up to cup Henry’s face. Henry didn’t hesitate to lean into his touch, his eyes closing as Liam wiped away his remaining tears.

“I… I just don’t know how it all came to this… everything happened so fast.” Henry admitted, his voice trembling.

“I know.”

“How did-? Why were they..?”

“I don’t know.”

“This all has to be a misunderstanding, right? He- Jake hasn’t… secretly hated us this whole time, right? You don’t think he started it, do you?” Henry opened his eyes to look at him, and Liam could feel tears forming in the corners of his own. He placed a hand on the back of Henry’s head, pulling him closer as he hid his face in the shorter boy’s hair.

“I don’t know…” He could feel Henry shake his head.

“I’m not gonna accept this! There has to be a way to fix this! To fix us!

“…We’ll figure out something.” Liam whispered, his voice muffled by Henry’s hair. His grip tightened, trying to convince himself he was telling the truth. “I’ll try talking to Drew tonight.”

“Liam..?” Henry’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Liam waited a moment for him to say something, only for him to shake his head. “Thanks.”

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After missing the bus, walking Henry home, being scolded by his mom and being given about double the chores because of it, Liam was finally able to return to his room. He threw himself into his old desk chair, spinning around as he opened Drew’s contact.

“I swear to God you better not play this ghosting shit with me again.” He mumbled to himself, pressing the call button and holding the phone to his ear.

He used his foot to spin himself around again as he listened to the phone ring, holding his breath as he waited for Drew to pick up.

But the call went to voicemail just a few moments later.

Liam sighed, hitting the call button again.

And the second voicemail message came much quicker. Drew must’ve declined this time.

Okay, third time’s the charm.

Another voicemail.

…Fourth time.

…

The ringing stopped rather abruptly, and a familiar voice rang through the phone.

“What do-”

“Okay, what the actual fuck happened just now?” Liam shouted, earning a tired groan from Drew. “Why the hell did you get into a fight?”

“Maybe you’d know if you were actually there.” Drew replied bitterly.

“Don’t give me that, Drew.” Liam’s voice cracked as he spoke. “I’m not in the mood to be joking right now.”

“It’s not a joke!” Drew suddenly snapped, and Liam’s eyes widened. “That freak had been there by his side! Where the hell were you?!”

“I was comforting Henry, dammit! He was crying because of all this shit!” Liam suddenly shouted, and Drew paused for a moment.

“…Henry was crying?” He asked.

“Yes! You think we like seeing you and Jake like-”Drew huffed out a laugh.

“Oh, of course, it’s always about Henry.” He muttered. “Henry always has to take priority, doesn’t he?” Liam paused for a moment, then blinked.

“…Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious! Because I’m getting real sick of this little game you’ve been playing! How you’ll pretend to care about me, and pretend like you don’t have any other motives, only to leave me the moment I actually need you!”

“Drew, are you hearing yourself?” Liam exclaimed. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

“Cut the act, Liam! You know exactly what I’m talking about! I know that Henry will always mean more to you than I ever will, so stop pretending you care about me when you’ll always choose him first!”

Liam could barely make sense of Drew’s words. How hard did he hit his head?!

“What do you want me to do?! You want me to just leave him like that?!” Liam shouted. “And why are you acting like I can’t have two friends, anyway?!”

“Because you don’t! Friends aren’t supposed to lie about fact their girlfriend’s cheating on them!”

Why’s he bringing this up now all of a sudden?! I thought he understood…

“Drew, I told you what she said she’d-”

“I don’t care what she said! I don’t want to hear it!” Drew was practically screaming now, his audio cutting in and out. “Just stop pretending like you care about me like you do him! Don’t-” Drew’s breath hitched, his words trailing off.

“Is that really what you think of me.?” Drew didn’t respond, and Liam swallowed. “Drew, I do-”

The phone beeped.

…

“Drew?” Liam asked, and he pulled the phone away from his ear to see Drew had hung up the call.

His eyes fixated on Drew’s contact, his grip tightening.

“Ugh, fuck!” He shouted to himself. “The hell is his problem?!”

Liam pressed his face into his palm, letting out a loud groan before calling up Henry. At least Henry would respond pretty quickly.

“So… how did it go?” Henry asked once he’d answered, and the sound of his voice alone was enough to help Liam calm down a little.

“…Not great.” Liam admitted. “He thinks we hate him now for some reason.”

“Why would he think we-”

“I don’t know?” Liam admitted, letting out a groan as he rested his head on his desk. “God, this whole thing’s really fucked him up…”

“Yeah…” The two were silent for a moment, and Liam lifted his head. “So… you never figured out why..?” Henry trailed off, but Liam knew exactly what he was going to say.

“No, I didn’t. He just yelled at me the whole time.” He explained. “God! He such-”

“An ass?” Henry guessed, taking the words right from Liam’s mouth.

“Yeah.”

“But you’re still worried about him?” Liam found himself nodding.

“Yeah. It’s like… trying to stick a nail in a steel wall or something.” Henry chuckled.

“Where’d you get that metaphor from?” Liam shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just came up with it.” He sighed.

“It’s like… I want to help him, but he’s such a dick sometimes!” Liam sighed. “And sometimes it’s even harder to want to help him. I don’t understand why he keeps getting mad at us over everything!”

“Yeah.”

“Like, why won’t he just let us help him?! It’s not that hard, is it?”

Liam sighed again, leaning back in his chair.

“Want to join me in Minecraft while we talk about this?” Henry offered, and Liam felt a small smile tug at his lips.

“Only if I can put my bed next to yours.”

[msfbgraves]

Let it stand alone

Saw "Wonka" with the nieces way too late, because I thought it was a cash grab franchise milking faux nostalgic manipulation move, and I guess it was, and I still had a good time.

Now, if I were Roald Dahl, I'd likely object to this sweetheart of a Wonka. Wonka's a mad borderline dangerous maverick in Charlie. But this isn't the book, it's an adaption. If you don't know Wonka isn't a sweetheart, him being one doesn't ring false in the film. And books get adapted all the time - various adaptions aren't necessarily a commentary on one another.

So why tie this so deliberately to the Gene Wilder version? It isn't the same Wonka, and that's OK! It isn't Dahl's Wonka, and that's OK! It's another take on Wonka that works fine for what it is. Do they really think audiences would not have gone to watch a lovely romp about a sweet chocolatier anyway? That Oompa Loompas aren't fun without green hair? Look, this setup could have worked as "The Corruption of Willy Wonka" too, but that isn't what it wanted to be. Tying it too closely to another film for the parents' sake is the only thing that suddenly creates plotholes and ooc moments when there weren't any before.

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My Heart is Yours, Do With it as You Wish. (Pt.1)

toxic drake - one-sided drake - drew angst - 2.8k words

cws: mentions of sh (not depicted), mentions of sewerslide (ex: 'it would be better if he wasn't here', 'he just wants to die', 'without ___ he's nothing'), obsession, mentions of violence (nothing really happens), major mood swings, BPD, throwing up, depression, edd, not taking care of oneself rly, implied underage drinking

aka: batshit crazy drew. ur welcome!!<3

Drew's never gotten the ideal of getting friends. Sure, they were amusing, but Drew never felt anything with other people his age.

So he tried. He really did, he tried making a connection, and it worked, since he had friends, but it didn't feel as nice as everyone said it did. Liam and Henry—they were funny people, sure. Drew liked being friends with them, but only a miniscule amount more than everyone else his age.

But—those…freaks. They made Drew feel something other than just tolerance, which was how he felt about almost everyone else. They made his eyes roll, his teeth clench, his smirk turn from just smugness to full on cockyness. 

And so Drew made sure they hated him, so he had a reason to hate them.

 

It was better than just…nothing, after all. So, he became some sort of bully, which wasn't his goal, but it still made that purple-haired weirdo hate him, and so the rest did as well.

But…but then—

Drew's eyes caught chocolate brown ones. They were warm—so warm, and Drew loved them.

Jake.

Jake.

Jake Sterling.

That name sounded so right in his brain, occupying it's own space, pushing all unnecessary affairs aside. 

Jake.

Jake became his new best friend, and Drew finally understood the ideal of getting a best friend. This…this warmth in his chest was better than anything he had ever felt before. Sure, hatred was better than…whatever he felt before, but happiness felt like fireworks erupting in his stomach, like hot chocolate on a cold, cold day.

Drew supposes that was how he felt before. Cold. With twinges of joy and hatred at times.

So Jake remained his best friend. And the music club remained his enemies. And life went on as it should, with equal amounts of hate and joy, which made his life finally feel complete.

_______

Daisy.

Daisy was a nice person, Drew tolerated her a bit more than everyone else.

(But she was the reason why Jake went away, why he left Drew—left forever.)

Jake liked Daisy. He had an idiotic crush on her, which led him to him leaving Drew, and him joining the music club of all things. But, Jake was still his best friend, so it was fine. It was okay.

_______

“Dreewww! Don't you think about anything other than Jake? Seriously, you're glaring at your lunch as if it killed your grandma. Or Jake, since you probably care about him more than your grandma.” Henry said in a sing-song voice. He was probably joking, but now that Drew thought about it, he never felt anything for anyone else. Sure, he wasn't emotionless, but he didn't particularly care if they broke an arm, or something.

Drew never did care much about his grandma. He had never met her, either, so that was probably it. 

…he remembered something his parents said about a dead mother or father, but why would Drew care if he didn't feel anything about it?

“Shut up, Henry. And it's just the fact that he keeps on ditching us to hang out with those…freaks. God, they're probably going to embarrass themselves all over again.” Drew grumbled, picking at the school lunch. It looked gross. Even grosser than usual, and wasn’t that strange.

“If I didn't know better, I would think you're in loove!” Liam snickered, winking seductively, and Drew glared at him.

“No, you idiots. We're just friends, duh.” Drew mumbled. “‘Thought that was what everyone meant.” He mumbled even quieter, afterwards.

“Dude, I get that you're…friends. It's just that you never act like that about Liam and I, and you're practically always obsessing about Jake. It's not really best-friend-esque.” Henry said, taking a sip of his signature lettuce juice, which is…gross, by the way.

“Whatever. I like Jake, I like both of you, I don't like the music freaks, end of discussion.” Drew said, staring at both of them in a way that dared them to disagree.

They changed the subject.

_______

Zoey. Zoey was a strange phenomenon. At first, Drew was convinced he liked her. Maybe it was those brown eyes, or the blonde and pink hair. 

Or maybe it was the fact that he could barely piece his memories together, since all the ones without Jake had slipped out of his mind.

…and there were far more memories without Jake than with him, at the time. He had to spend a few days rearranging his memories, since he could barely remember what his own name was.

But, he did care about Zoey, a little bit of happiness which drove him to her. She wasn't nice, but she made the perfect model-girlfriend, so Drew didn't care much.

He did care about her though, he wanted her to be happy, so she didn't know that he wasn't.

But after Jake, Drew's care started to dwindle…

______

“Drew? Drew, what's wrong? Drew?” Liam—Liam? That name sounded wrong. 

Jake, saying his name, the way his mouth moved.

Jake, blinking, the way his lashes collided as his eyes closed.

Jake, walking, walking closer to him—

Jake, his Jake—

“Mmph.” Drew…Drew, grumbled. His head felt light, and heavy, although his heart felt lighter. He had a headache, and he…where was Jake?

“Drew, seriously, you're scaring me.” Henry said, sounding concerned. Drew didn't know why they were worried.

And where was Jake? 

“Wh't's ‘rong?” Drew mumbled, his words slurring together.

Jake, smiling, the way his teeth shimmered in the sunlight.

Jake, holding a remote controller, how he did a stupid dance to celebrate his win.

Jake, crying, as he poured his guts out to him.

Jake, his Jake, his perfect Jake—

“You—you haven't been to school in days, and you won't text us. Or Jake, and you always text Jake back.” Liam mumbled, and he seemed a bit upset by that fact.

Jake, he didn't text Jake back? Oh. Oh Jake probably hated him, and he couldn't have that—

Where was his phone? Wait. When did he get a phone? Why were they in his house? How did they get into his house? How long had it been?

Jake, brushing his hair.

Jake, hugging him, telling him it would be okay.

Jake, calling him when Drew couldn't breathe—

Jake, his oxygen, his sun, his world—

“Drew, talk to us. Your eyes keep on going hazy—have you even eaten? Have you slept? What's wrong?” Henry tried, his hands on Drew's shoulders, shaking him, and Drew blinked.

“‘M okay. Uh…jus’...tired.” Drew mumbled, and tried keeping the haze of Jake from obscuring his vision. 

“Shut up! You're not fine, Drew. You're—you're not anything! You're sitting here, doing God knows what! You're not talking to anyone, not contacting anyone, and you won’t even eat, sleep, or anything!” Liam burst out, and, and—

He had eyebags under his eyes, his usually styled hair was messy—as if someone brushed a hand in it too many times, and he was dressed in only sweatpants and a loose shirt. He looked stressed. But Drew didn't care because Jake—

Drew wanted Jake to hold him. He wanted Jake to love him. He wanted Jake, point blank. He…

…felt a tear roll down his face.

“‘M sorry, okay? I didn't—I'm trying, to be a human, to be real, to be Drew. I'm trying to be alive, to eat, to sleep, to be functional. But nothing matters and I'm trying to find something that matters but the only thing that matters is Jake and he's gone.” Drew gasped out, and he was. 

“Drew—Drew. Don't—Don't cry. It's—Jake's not gone, he's here, we're here, aren't we enough?” Henry said, and he had tears streaming down his face. Drew couldn't, he couldn't look at one of his best friends cry like that—

He let himself drift away with the haze, because in the haze there were no heartbroken friends, no aching hearts, no need to be human.

In the haze there was Jake.

And Jake was enough for Drew, better than the world, than the sun, than anything else in the world.

_______

Drew looked at the blonde haired boy beside him, and smiled, wider than he had in a while. 

Jake caught his eye, and looked surprised for a moment, his eyebrows shooting up, but smiled back widely, if not wider than Drew.

It made a burst of warmth fill Drew. 

Jake was his. He loved Jake. (But not like that, he was a guy. Drew doesn't love guys.) 

_______

Drew looked at Jake and Hailey.

Hailey, a stupid freak who had stolen Jake.

Jake looked so happy, he was smiling, he was grinning, he was laughing.

Drew wanted to tear her apart, to rip out her heart, to drive her away. 

Jake was happy, he was happier without Drew. 

He couldn't be, he wasn't he couldn't—

_______

Drew slammed his back against his bedroom door, glad his parents weren't here, and screamed.

_______

Drew giggled, and stared at the photo in his hand. It was a photo of the ‘Jomies’, and there was Jake and he was smiling.

He looked happy with Drew.

(Not as happy as he was with that freak—)

He scribbled the other faces with black marker.

It was Jake, wasn't it? And he was smiling, and he wasn't with those freaks. Oh, it was Jake, fantastic, wonderful, beautiful Jake.

_______

“Go away, go away, go away, go the fuck AWAY—”

The brown haired boy looked afraid, but left him alone anyways.

_______

Drew didn't want to get up. He didn't want to do anything.

He wanted Jake. He needed Jake, but Jake didn't need him.

Oh, wasn't that funny?

The one, one person Drew loved—loved, wasn't that hilarious?—had left him.

And Drew called him a freak, the final nail in the coffin.

God, Drew couldn't, he couldn't he couldn't breathe he couldn't speak because—

_______

Drew: hi

Liam: drew? drew r u ok? that was heated. r u ok? 

Liam: shuld i come ovr?

Drew: no. don't. actually, fuck you.

Liam: ???

Drew: fuck u. if u hadn't stayed with me maybe jake would've stayed. maybe 

Liam: drew, dude, ur making no sense.

Drew: i dint care, he's gone, okay? he's GONE. don't you fucking understand? he's gone, liam, he hates me. us.

Liam: drew, pls, are u okay?

Drew: fuck you. fuck you. fuck you.

Drew: he's gone, and ur asking if im okay? he's gone, he's gone, liam.

Drew: go away, fuck you, fuck me, i should've done something. i should've just left the freaks alone because i already felt something and so there was no point and it's all my fucking fault oh god

_______

Jake won the competition.

Drew should feel happy about this.

(He doesn't.)

Maybe something’s wrong with him. He knew something was wrong with him. He just…ignored it, because it didn't matter.

But that was the problem.

Nothing mattered.

Everything felt insignificant. He felt things, but he felt things so minorly that most of the time he could barely manage a smile.

And so—so when he felt an actual emotion, it was overwhelming and he needed—

_______

He screamed and screamed and screamed until his throat felt raw—

_______

Crimson.

The color reminded him of something.

Of freckles, eyes, and soft words.

And disgusting jokes.

But all he could think of was chocolate brown eyes.

Of warm hugs.

Of stupid jokes and stupid haircuts.

Of love.

Something hurt.

Maybe it was his heart.

_______

Henry: drew? drewy-bear!!!

Drew: ?

Henry: OH HI I DIDNG THINK U WOULD ACTUALLY RESPOND

Henry: haha i mean hello dude

Henry: uve been ghosting us 4 a while now, u okay?

Drew: yeah

Drew: im fine

Henry: we could come over, if u'd like.

Drew: No.

Drew: don't. I'm fine.

Henry: …

Henry: that wasn't a question, dude:)

Henry: we're coming over.

_______

Drew wrapped bandages around his arms because they were bloody and he didn't know why.

Jake was still gone.

He hadn't texted him, or anything.

Drew felt…he felt…shit—

“Drew! You look like shit!” Henry exclaimed, and Drew jumped. He had a grin on his face, which faltered slightly when he actually looked at Drew. “Really, really fucked up shit.” He added, more concerned that time.

“Yo.” Liam said, looking slightly better than he did the last time Drew saw him. “Oh, you do look like shit. Have you eaten? Or slept? Or showered? It's been like, a week, dude.” Liam asked, and Drew blinked at him.

It felt like much, much longer.

Henry and Liam helped him eat something, and didn't say anything when he couldn't manage anything down.

Henry and Liam helped him take a shower, and brush his teeth.

They helped him re-dye his hair, because his real hair color made him feel antsy.

They helped him clean up his room, which had become a mess.

They helped him go outside. Only for a short walk, but it was something.

They helped him feel human.

They saw his arms, which Drew couldn't clean because he didn't want to see them. 

They hid all his sharp items, for a reason Drew couldn't understand.

They played a video game with him.

They stayed the night, and they all had a cuddlefest during the night.

They didn't say anything when he woke up during the night, they didn't say anything when he cried in their arms, they didn't say anything when he couldn't breathe.

(Well, they did say something. But only good things.)

They made him feel human again.

But of course, that just had to get ruined—

______

He screamed, he screamed because he needed Jake and he was gone and he screamed and screamed and—

______

He wanted to cry, to cry and cry and die.

Not die. That was a bit too far.

(But he was nothing without Jake, so what was the point in living?)

______

Everything felt hazy.

He took a sip.

His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

He took a sip.

Where was he anymore?

He took a sip.

He couldn't remember anything.

He took a sip.

He was outside somewhere, wasn't he?

He took a sip.

“Drew?”

He dropped the bottle.

_______

Drew opened his eyes, which felt much too heavy. His arms stung—that wasn't good. He couldn't remember what happened last night, but his head was throbbing and his mouth tasted acidic.

“Drew, you awake?” A soft voice spoke, and Drew felt his heart melt somewhat. “You—you okay?” The voice asked, and Drew hummed.

“‘Mm, ‘m ‘Kay.” He mumbled, “head ‘urts.” He huffed, and opened his eyes a little. The light burned his eyes, as he suspected, but he could see brown hair and red eyes.

Liam.

Huh. Why did he go to Liam's house?

“You're lucky my parents aren't here, y'know. They would kill me if they knew I had a guy over. ‘Specially if it was you.” Liam huffed, and Drew's face twisted in confusion.

“Why especially me?” Drew asked, and Liam didn't answer.

“...Drew. How…how…how'd you get something sharp? I just…I thought me and Henry…” Liam started, and Drew stiffened. He…he didn't—

Liam didn't push any further. 

Drew was glad.

_______

The first time Drew went to school without Jake was two weeks after they stopped being friends. No one really noticed Drew was gone, and so no one noticed he had come back.

“Yeah! You're back! The Dromies are back together!” Henry exclaimed, a wide grin on his face.

And…and Drew felt something.

“What the hell are the Dromies?” Drew asked, rolling his eyes. Of course, during his fit Henry and Liam went on to name their trio something stupid.

“Homies, but Drew style!” Henry exclaimed, shooting finger guns at Drew, who cringed.

“Uh. I do not have a style, thank you very much. Never do…that, again.” Drew said, gesturing at all of Henry. Liam let out a choked laugh, and suddenly Henry started laughing as well, and well, if Drew started laughing a tiny bit, no he didn't.

_______

Drew saw Jake in the hallway and his heart dropped.

He looked…so happy.

He was with the freaks—the entire gang, and of course he and Hailey were glued together like peanut butter and jelly. He was grinning, joking around, and laughing whenever Hailey blushed.

Blushed.

Were they dating?

Were they—

Drew rushed to the nearest bathroom, and puked his guts out.

He couldn't even look at Jake.

How pathetic.

_______

And that's the end of pt.1! errm i hope it was ok?? idk. so like it's disorganized in the writing and that was on purpose bc ofc drew's head is a bit mushed up at the moment. if it doesn't make sense at some parts, it probably isn't rly supposed to, but u probs still get the gist that drew is OBSESSED, riggght?

also. the way Henry and Liam are handling what's going on may seem bad (ex: not telling anyone, not getting drew any help) but i don't rly think so bc for teenagers the way they dealt with it was pretty cool, and if they told anyone drew would probs js not improve at all and probs would've gotten worse so like idk js wanted to let yall know that. they were probs kind of freaking out as well so that's a reason.

[jayy-writes]

hehe I think I pissed off a Hailey fan with one of my ao3 fics

Also @sobeksewerrat I started rewriting my tmf elf fic again instead of finishing next chapter of chatfic

so ima give u a sneak peek 👀

So uh yippee!!

When I actually figure out designs for the characters I’ll tag u too.

Yippee