hey would u ever write glee fanfiction? if so could u pls do brittany s pierce x fem reader there is none on here
oh em gee i would honestly love too but im like the worst person ever and i watch multiple shows at the same time and i havent finished watching glee yet so i feel like i couldnt write one to my fullest but when the time comes i would love to feed your hunger for a brittany fic
“To all of you, American girls in the movies. No one can tell where your heart is.”
Chapter 3 (3/10)
SUMMARY: No one cares what goes on in the halls of navy blue painted metal lockers. No one cares if the wheelchair kid pushed and beat into a corner. No ones cares about light and dark, good and bad. They’ll pass by like there isnt a girl currently being cornered by a group of twisted up and unruly boys. But you don’t care either. Why should you. They’re down there and you’re up. Why acknowledge and stoop down to where the bad things are when you’re doing just fine. You don’t get pushed into toilet bowls or cut with a swiss knife under the football field bleachers. But nonetheless. Nothing matters. All except for the online ‘ether’. There is where you truly can care. There is where you truly will have your peace.
(bullied fade and popular morally ambiguous reader)
(highkey this story is heavily inspired by the move ‘All about Lily Chou Chou' Its a great movie and I suggest you all watch it)
(might be ooc but I turned some of the characters into bullies just for the sake of the story of course)
READ CHAPTER TWO
Usernames:
Octopus: Fade
Bread: Reader
Sage
Jett
Neon
Yoru
Pheonix
Raze
Killjoy
ETHER
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CHAT <2 PEOPLE ACTIVE>
> Octopus is that you online?
From, Bread.
> N0 it's Sage.
From, Sage.
> Oh, hi morning.
From, Bread.
> Y0u and 0ct0pus have g0tten cl0ser I see.
> Calling each 0thers names 0utl0ud int0 the v0id
From, Sage.
> I was just making a guess.
> Well they listen.
From, Bread.
> I listen t0.
From, Sage.
> Yeah, you do.
From, Bread.
> It's all I really ever d0.
From, Sage.
...
> And I like the way they talk.
> They're observant and charming.
From, Bread.
> I'd say last night y0u were the Prince Charming.
From, Sage.
> Oh so it was you who was also online.
From, Bread.
> Yeah.
> What y0u did was nice. It was g00d seeing y0u like that.
From, Sage.
> So am I not normally nice Sagey?
From, Bread.
> 0h d0n't suck up t0 me n0w.
> I meant like,
> y0u d0n't n0rmally c0ns0le pe0ple.
> It was nice t0 see.
From, Sage.
> I was just comforting them.
> I'm not superman.
From, Bread.
> D0n't say that.
From, Sage.
...
> I'm surprised they sticked thr0ugh with y0ur explanati0n 0f bread.
From, Sage.
> How'd you know?
From, Bread.
> I kn0w y0u en0ugh t0 kn0w y0u’d explain it t0 them.
> Y0u did it the first time we met.
From, Sage.
> Well.
> They didn’t seem put off.
> But they also didn't immediately praise me.
From, Bread.
> 0nly a f00l w0uld be put 0ff by y0u.
> I wasn’t put 0ff.
From, Sage.
> Yes but I still sounded a bit crazy.
> Plus,
> I think we need more fools.
From, Bread.
> 0h but then the w0rld w0uld be t00 dumb t0 truly understand y0u.
From, Sage.
> I’m very surface level, I wouldn’t say theres a lot to understand.
From, Bread.
> Just accept my praise.
From, Sage.
> But then that wouldn’t be humble of me.
From, Bread.
> Just accept the praise.
From, Sage.
> And accept the love?
From, Bread.
> My TLC.
From, Sage.
> That could mean two things.
From, Bread.
> N0t in that way dirty.
From, Sage.
> Who said in that way besides you?
From, Bread.
> I c0uld sense it fr0m y0u.
From, Sage.
…
> I think 0ct0pus brings 0ut a really g00d side 0f y0u.
From, Sage.
> Yes you’ve mentioned many times now.
From, Bread.
> It’s just I havent seen y0u like this in a while.
> It’s like meeting y0u f0r the first time again.
From, Sage.
> You need to stop
> God you love me too much.
From, Bread.
> 0f c0urse I d0.
> Its great. 0ct0pus is a g00d additi0n. Im hppy.
From, Sage.
…
> I think my @ key just br0ke.
From, Sage.
(TIMESKIP.)
"Hazal. The homework?" Mr Bryne's commanding voice echoed in the classroom. The sun accentuated his stubble around the parts of his face that he shaved off. His frown lines and wrinkles were relaxed as his hands easily flipped through the pages of either half-assed or way too detailed work done by the students sitting right in front of him.
The metal chairs connected to a little table; that people either slacked off on, slept, or done whatever gross thing a highschooler could think of on there— was rusted and chipped up. The wood of the aforementioned tables were drawn on. Graffiti, doodles, messages, slurs. 'I farted here btw.' written in neon pen beside someone's social handle. The wood was normally light. In some areas usually untouched by grubby students. The rest of the wood was darkened and abused through time. The plastic chairs were no better. The dark green could barely even hide the gross stains on each of them. A janitor would wash it just for the stains to be replaced with grosser ones each day.
He sighed a long sigh and put the stack of papers down. He looked at the you before looking at Hazal who was sitting way too calm. Her hair pushed to one side as she tapped her fingers on the desk. You looked to Zyanya and gave her a look that said 'what the fuck?'. She simply shrugged and whispered 'she won't tell.' With a look that also matched Hazal's indifference. You slowly looked back at your own hands and pretended you were doing the worksheet when Hazal finally answered.
"(Name) never gave me the homework." She said as she looked from her hands to Mr Bryne who didn't seem too happy. His frown lines followed when he actually frowned. He exhaled through his nose. Too much highschool drama for him to count.
"(Name)? Is that true?" He said lowly as he turned to you. One of his eyebrows went up when you opened your mouth and didn't say anything. You gave one last annoyed look to Zyanya before speaking.
"I did give it to her." You protested which— techincally, you did. Just... not in the way she was hoping. Or in a way that she could even write on the paper.
"She didn't." Hazal spoke again. Her voice clear and obviously annoyed. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned her head slightly towards you. Her eyes angry and resentful. Her accent became more clearer when she spoke. Frustrated and resentful. "Or do you count giving me a fucked up excuse for a-"
"Woah! That is not needed. You need to stop." Mr Bryne cut in. His voice booming as he sat up straighter. He thought for a moment before groaning and speaking in a slightly softer tone. "... Both of you can stay after school since you wanna have a show down. Come to me after class. Grow up and be quiet." His tone was final as you and Hazal gave each other a look before quieting down. You turned to Zyanya who was grinning slightly and gave her another signature 'what the fuck' look. She grinned harder and shrugged again before turning back to the front. Leaving you just looking at her before slowly returning to yourself...
The class went on as you scritch scratched on some dumb worksheet while also occasionally looking to Hazal who everytime— was already looking at you with an unreadable expression. You looked away before looking back again like some cat trying to steal the cream.
You studied her. Her hair looked more disheveled than usual and her bottom lip was jutted out slightly. Adorning two cuts that seemed to be taken care of slightly, neosporin smeared on the redness of them that seem to be melting at the touch of her saliva. The rest of her tan face also sported some bruises and what not from the beating. Covered up half-assedly by makeup and one single bandage, one that was threatening to fall off by the look of it.
It rained this morning. She takes the bike to school. It probably made everything worse.
Your eyes followed down. Her knee was jumping up and down as her other foot stayed relaxed behind her right one. You looked back up to see her staring straight at you again and this time you held your gaze. She narrowed her eyes before just going back to her work.
ETHER
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> whos there?
From, Jett.
> me ho
From, Neon.
> bread should just make it so that we can see who is online its so annoying to guess
From, Jett.
> ikr
From, Neon.
> anyways wru rn
From, Jett.
> i dunno...
From, Neon.
> who cares neon just say
> weve broken like all the rules whenever breads offline already doesnt matter.
From, Jett.
> still scary everytime we do tho
From, Neon
> so? bread isnt scary youre listening to sage too much
> its not like shes gonna do anything
From, Jett.
> are we even sure bread is a she?
From, Neon.
> hundred percenttt i think shes like early twenties kinda gal who just moved out and defo is on a gap year and is bored and made this shit
> or shes like thirteen
From, Jett.
> its weird to think about who they r outside of this
From, Neon.
> i gets
From, Jett.
> anways im at skl rn skipping in the nurses.
From, Neon.
> im in class :p i have my phone on my lap.
From, Jett.
> dude that like the worst strat.
From, Neon.
> its fine i have a lowkey chill teacher.
From, Jett.
> ugh whatever
From, Neon.
...
> do you ever think about meeting up one day?
From, Jett.
> millions of times.
From, Neon.
> would you want to?
From, Jett.
> maybe some day.
From, Neon.
> yeah
From, Jett.
> But the rules
From, Neon.
> i already said who cares about it
From, Jett.
> I do?
From, Neon.
...
> the ether is really important to me
> i like what we have already.
> if something were to happen cuz we broke the rules i dont wanna have to do all of this over again
From, Neon.
> fine
> theres always another time
From, Jett.
(TIMESKIP.)
This was both stupid and downright terrifying.
Mr Bryne both assigned you cleaning duty for his classroom. Both of you reluctantly grabbed mops and other substances that either stripped things bare to their bones or did nothing at all. As you slowly mopped one part of the floor- a stubborn stain on the tile catching your eye. You mopped and mopped. Didn't budge. Before you could go any further you heard a scoff. You quickly turned behind you to find Hazal leaning her elbow on the stick of the mop while the side of her head rested on the relaxed arm. She raised an eyebrow before speaking. "You suck." She coos slightly.
"Huh!?-"
"I mean at cleaning. But well... Maybe also in general." She hummed as she continued to study to you. Her eyes followed a trail up and down just like you did to her earlier. Payback.
"...Okay whatever..." You murmured quite weakly as you forced yourself to turn back to the persistent brown stain. Most probably flattened gum that collected dirt from its lifespan. As you continued to fight it the Turkish girl spoke again.
"For someone who apparently runs this school..." She trailed off and when you turned to her she was suddenly looming over you. She had a smoky and leathery scent but a faint hint of lavender also mixed into the concoction. You could see her different coloured eyes more clearly. You could see her lashes. You could see her hate. "... You're very meek." She finalised her message. And when you raised a brow with an annoyed look she scoffed. "What? Do you not know what meek means?"
"I know what meek means." You said coldly but under the layers of carefully put armour was a girl who was picking between flight and freeze. The fight option not even in sight.
She exhaled through her nose and tilted her head slightly while narrowing her eyes. "Well. You're meek then." You stifled at that and gripped the wooden stick of the mop tighter. Small chipped wood puncturing your palms and your fingers. You furrowed your brows and held your gaze with Hazal.
"... Okay?" You scoffed and then continued. "I don't care about what YOU think—“
"Liar." Her voice was low and held no ounce of doubt. No ounce of jokingness. Her eyes read you like some cheap magazine. Not even a smart book. You could feel her ripping her hand into your soul taking apart certain things one by one.
"What?” You choked out slightly.
"Are you deaf? I'm saying you're a fucking liar." Her tone was more angry than ever. Her eyebrows furrowed even more.
"I'm not a liar-"
"You changed your hair." Silence came between you once she said that as you stared at eachothers eyes.
"Huh??" You managed to spit out with genuine confusion.
"It's darker. It used to be lighter." She replied in a matter of fact tone.
"Okay? Who are you? Brad Mondo?"
"Last week you overheard Ollie say your hair would look better darker. And then you changed it." You stifled at that statement and took one step back. A nerve was struck and you tightened your jaw instinctively. Just how much did she know?
"So...? I'm not like- impressionable or anything I just-"
"You said you don't care about what I think. Especially people like me." The way Hazal said 'people like me' made you freeze slightly. You knew what she meant. You knew that she hated even saying it. You hated even hearing it.
"..."
"Ollie is queer." She said after inhaling and exhaling for a moment
"No shit-" You forced yourself to still show some face. Wether it be the least terrible thing to do. Or the stupidest.
"Shut up.” She said so coldly. Shutting down any sort of rebuttal. Her tone made you immediately shut up. It was scarier than Zyanya's voice. More commanding than Sabine's stare. More telling than anything. “Ollie is queer… You and your friends make their life shit for it. You don’t even use the right pronouns.” She said lowly. As if explaining to a three year old. She paused before saying with a slight scoff and bit of disbelief in her own words, “yet you care still.”
“I don’t it’s just vanity—“ You immediately tried to defend yourself. The stain was long forgotten by now. The eye contact and held gaze was discarded by you as you occasionally looked away.
“It’s not just vanity.” She said with a small bittersweet chuckle. "Hadi..." She said as a hand came up to rub her temples before coming back down as she continued to stare you down.
“… What is your point? That I care about your opinion?”
“Yeah. You do.” You two looked at eachother. Her feet facing you. Your feet shuffling slightly and you swallowing and furrowing your brows.
“Okay. What now?” You murmured as you looked up at her.
Silence came as she just stared. She looked bored and annoyed now. Her eyes narrowed while she seemed to just be staring at you rather than through you now.
“I like you better when you’re pretending to be charming.”
“… Pretending? Like on the phone the other night?” You said quietly as you raised a brow. You couldn't help the expression of guilt on your face. Your brows knitted slightly in shame.
“You’re a good actor. I almost believed you.” Her voice also became quieter. More solemn as she took a step back. The space between you was small. But it was getting bigger.
“...Almost...?" You muttered out as you took one tiny step closer. "... Then why’d you come if you could see right through me?”
She flinched slightly and her expression changed to resentment at herself. “… I wanted you to prove me wrong.”
“…”
“... That maybe I guessed wrong about you. But you proved a lot of other things that I didn't want to be right.”
“… What things…” You whispered. She almost didn't hear it. She almost didn't even respond.
"That you're even more of a coward than me." The cadence of her voice was slow. She sounded like a bad day. She probably was having months of bad days. You were the reason for a lot of them. You watched from your spot as she just cleared her throat slightly before walking to the windows. The spritz of windex could be heard before a sigh.
"Pass me the window scraper."
AUTHOR NOTE: wow i took so long for this to be kinda shite! anyways enjoy! thank you to the people who actually read this! and to @jagged-and-weak for getting me out of my hiatus by their very sweet comment.
okay i have the third chapter of the fade fanfic in drafts rn butttt i had an idea of maybe reyna x sage but obsession au i just dont know who should be nikki...
for my fade fanfic Im changing the usernames to the agents actual codenames cuz I'm too pro and also I was going over my planning for the story I haven't touched in a bajillion years and im like why tf aren't they the actual codenames.
so im just keeping bread and octopus though so yeah
Actually, the term "yuri slop" is an oxymoron. All yuri, regardless of its form, is good. In fact, the word yuri directly translates to "peak content" in most cultures. And scientifically, it is impossible for something that is peak to also be slop. As such, the term yuri slop is a contradiction as it is not possible for yuri to be slop.
yall im on dxm and im playing papas cheeseria and my chef looks so fucking ugly oh my god all of their outfits look so bad on them im crine someone pls help me
yall i edited some parts of the fade fanfic chapters cuz I wrote those so long ago. it still sucks cuz im genuinely so lazy rn and i have twenty million things i acc need to do.
having a crisis between starting a new fanfic or making another chapter to the two already published fanfics… (PS pls vote the fade one because i have sm ideas for the storyline)
having a crisis between starting a new fanfic or making another chapter to the two already published fanfics… (PS pls vote the fade one because i have sm ideas for the storyline)
