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R Y D E R L Y N N ● 28 ● nurse this is 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 in this 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 some things go right, some things go wrong it's just how the world can be 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 just wanna be 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒

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puckermns​:

I mean, sharing is caring, right? Guess loyalty is a thing I should work on. Usually it’s bonus points if they’re already spoken for, but I guess I can play by different rules in my old stomping grounds. Hell yeah, man. Time and place.

Well I mean it depends on the people, I guess. Didn’t you used to bang like every lonely MILF here when you had your pool cleaning business? I’m sure there’s a few that would love a visit from you again. —Yeah dude I’ll let you know.

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TEXT MESSAGE 📲 RYLEY

MARLEY: they can’t have an 80’s movie marathon without the breakfast club.

MARLEY: they got a lot of John Hughes movies on the list.

RYDER: thank. you. my thoughts exactly.

RYDER: perfect! i'm so in.

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TEXT MESSAGE 📲 RYLEY

MARLEY: there is a 80’s movie marathon at the drive in tomorrow. you wanna go?

RYDER: is that even a question?

RYDER: yes absolutely.

RYDER: wait, are they showing breakfast club???

[kingdomcontent]

Do you remember the last time you saw William Schuester alive?

Jeeze, it’s been years but yeah I guess the last time I can remember seeing him was when I left Glee Club that day. Truthfully I can barely remember what we were talking about or what that week’s assignment was. But it was probably some kind of preparation for the next competition and Rachel was more than likely asking for a solo. As I left that day, I can remember waving goodbye to everyone and that was it… I had no idea that would be my last time seeing him. Kinda weird to think about.

What was the nature of your relationship with the deceased?

I didn’t really know the guy that well. I knew he was married to some crazy lady who worked at Sheetz N Things and I knew he wore a lot of vests. But there were others in Glee that seemed to be more buddy-buddy with him. Most of the time I just sat there and sang background and tried to remember the dance steps. Though I gotta give it to the guy, he was really supportive of me when I first figured out my dyslexia. I spent a lot of extra time learning the music that year.

You were a member of his glee club, correct? I know you all were close. It’s my understanding that he divulged many details about his personal life with you all. Was there anything in particular he mentioned that we should know?

Yep, I was in Glee Club though I’d say we sang close. Some of us were closer than others. But as far as things in his personal life? Nah man, I can’t really remember anything that would stand out. I mean everything I knew about him came in the form of a song…he really likes Journey. But if you really wanna know something that I’ve always been confused about it’s this: how does a guy with a degree in accounting become a high school Spanish teacher, then History teacher and Glee Club coach? Seriously, it makes no sense to me at all!

Schuester was last seen nearly thirteen years ago leaving his apartment on the evening of Friday, October 19th, 2006. Do you recall where you were on the night of his disappearance? Is there anyone who can corroborate your alibi?

I was with Rachel Berry. When it comes to theater, Rachel takes everything very seriously and she had asked me to come over when she was done practicing. We hung out a lot most weekends in high school because we got along so well. She’s a little high-strung, y'know, but she’s a great friend.

[dailyrossfbutler]

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coachspencer​:

Porky the Pig’s wildest wet dreams came true as he finally got to nestle himself up my ass everywhere I went this past weekend. Looks like he’s come crawling back for more. I’m not surprised, they always do. I just hope he realizes he’s totally off base if he thinks it’s a turn-on to be stalked, interrogated, then deemed a suspect in a murder case. The bar’s never been high, not since I caught a glimpse of that hairy Sasquatch ass in the locker room back in the day, but this is a new low.

***

Y’know he thought I had a hard-on for you? At least that’s what he pestered me about at the Memorial. Like he seriously had nothing better to do with his time besides try to annoy everyone that’s stuck here like we’re the most exciting thing he’s seen because he’s a damn cop in Lima, Ohio. Plus let’s be real dude, he probably just wanted to get with you.

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sebcsticn​:

What is the professional etiquette for informing your workplace that you have to extend your stay in Ohio due to the inept detective work on an ongoing murder investigation? I can’t exactly Zoom into a kitchen to oversee it remotely. This is ridiculous. I never thought I’d be tempted to speak to my father again but rekindling our relationship long enough to have him slap the Lima PD with legal bureaucratic nonsense is so, so tempting.

***

Probably has something to do with Karofsky running the investigation. I think you just gotta be honest with them, true you can’t exactly Zoom in and oversee any kitchen but you can be useful from long distance...for like advice and stuff. You lead that kitchen, right? So at some point you’d gotta think they’d be able to handle it on their own without you for a couple weeks while this thing blows over. You really think you want to rekindle things with your dad though?

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misscohenchang​:

The only good thing about being stuck here, other than writing up lesson plans in pajamas with a glass of wine, is being able to actually devote some time to my comic without dealing with emails from parents, faculty meetings, and cleaning up the classroom after someone decides that splattering paint all over your room is good for inspiration. Having to explain to my principal and my editor that I had to stay in Lima for a murder investigation wasn’t the most fun I’ve had. Apparently “the stress is good for creativity.” 

***

Wish I could say the same about being a nurse, my boss wasn’t really thrilled about the idea of me having to stay because of a murder investigation. Plus now a lot of my co-workers are messaging me all worried and trying to get into my business. Truthfully I’ve just spent most of my time here in Lima drinking coffee and playing some old video games on my very old PS2.

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puckermns​:

Looks like I’ll be spending a few more nights in this hell hole. If anyone, and I mean almost anyone, wants to keep me company, send me a text or something. This place blows compared to Atlanta and the Tinder game is weak. Aren’t towns supposed to like, get bigger with time or something? All I’m saying is, I’m bored and the last thing I need is to do something stupid. Doesn’t exactly look good when you catch petty charges when you’re on a forced vacation.

***

Looks like we’ll all be spending more nights in this hell hole as planned. I can definitely say my co-workers aren’t exactly happy about it. But you can’t really expect the Tinder game in Lima to be better or even average compared to Atlana, that city is loaded with hotties and Lima just has townies. And most of the good townies are already taken. But if you wanna grab. a beer or something lemme know.

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Dave Karofsky: Canoodling in a corner with Madison McCarthy, huh? Some things never change. And here I always thought you had a massive hard-on for Porter. Life in the friendzone has to be frustrating. Ever do anything crazy to try and get her attention?

“Madison and I are just friends dude, I mean yeah she’s pretty and stuff but we’re just friends. I don’t have to try to get her attention.” Oh yeah, that was a great cover up...really hiding your crush there, he thought to himself. “And for the record Dave, just cuz me and Spencer as friends doesn’t mean you gotta be all weird about it. He’s gay, I’m bi, dudes can be friends too. Not that you know anything about that.” Ryder retorted as he walked away, rolling his eyes.

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misscohenchang​:

***

Tina can see a hesitance in him, the short replies, which makes her furrow her brow in confusion. Her and Ryder never had any kind of animosity towards one another in school. She always liked him actually. It’s probably just the memorial, it was bringing back emotions for everyone that they’d rather not deal with. “I’m alright. There’s just a lot going on. A lot of feelings.” It was good acting, the crying, if it was anything less than sincere. Even over a decade later, she still worried about what Will Schuester had thought of her. Even after killing him. The whole thing was severely fucked up and she was going to need another five years of therapy to deal with that.  

***

Tina was always one of the easiest people to talk to, no matter what was happening in Ryder’s life she was always the most understanding of him. He hadn’t planned on being short with anyone but it had been so long since any of them had seen each other he honestly just wasn’t sure to where to start aside from the obvious. “Oh yeah I believe that. Everyone’s kinda handling things their own way, y’know?” He was really emotion-less at this point and was there to be everyone else’s rock. “I’m just trying to take it all in.”

[hungwy]

looking at my own playlists like how did u know i love that song…

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ladytrousers​:

It was a relief to see another friendly face in the crowd, particularly one that he hadn’t seen in a very long time. He almost looked like a different person compared to the boy in his memory that smelled like coffee beans and over-baked pastries. “It’s like a glee theme week from hell. This weeks topic: Will Schuester’s ultimate demise. Mash up the saddest and happiest songs you’ve ever heard, and oh,” he emphasized by clapping his hands together, “it’s in pairs.” Kurt had agreed to sing at some point over the weekend, but he was much more comfortable with the idea of karaoke at Scandal’s than at this particular venue. “Are you planning on singing? I know Rachel has been trying to recruit as many New Directions vets as possible. How much do you want to bet that Rachel and Finn are going to sing some sad, romantic ballad that’s been overplayed on pop radio for the last ten or so years?”  

Ever since their days of serving coffee to almost all of Lima, Ryder and Kurt had always found the ability to laugh in any situation. Even now it showed to their bond to be able to make light of this situation. In-which he couldn’t help but let out a genuine laugh, though at a soft volume to not alert anyone around them. “In pairs and the winners get dinner for two at Breadstix!” He joked along. “Dude I haven’t sung in forever, I’m probably not any good anymore anyway. It’s a good thing we didn’t plan some kind of group performance.” Ryder replied as he shook his head. He wouldn’t have the ability to memorize choreography anymore anyway. “It’s either that Charlie Puth song, See You Again, or some kind of slowed down, acoustic version of Don’t Stop Believin’— I think we both know that’s more likely.”

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calmthehunt​:

**

Hunter was easily irritated, he sometimes forgot how easily he got to that point and the fact he had taken it out on his old friend made him let out a inaudible breathe. “ I don’t do this whole crowds thing. “ he gestured to the abundance of people standing around them. “ How have you been, Ryder? It’s been awhile. “ he noted, he stepped to the side as people walked past them, moving to stand next Ryder. He was glad to see the other, someone refreshing and collected, well as collected as one could be given the circumstances. 

***

“I can’t really blame you. There are way more people here than I thought were gonna be here.” No matter how hard he tried it was like all eyes were on him and he constantly had to shake that thought out of his mind. “I’m alright man, thanks for asking. A lot of just like catching up with people y’know? Well, as much as you can catch up with someone while there’s people crying everywhere while someone is singing.” There was so much going on no matter where he looked, honestly, it was kind of overwhelming — which is exactly why he understood where Hunter was coming from. 

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athornedmarls​: 

“I definitely agree. I love being able to see what people are up to but like you said, there is no better feeling than getting to see your friend in person. It’s been too long so we have to promise that we’re not going to go this long again without seeing each other okay?” Marley always knew that Ryder was one of the most dependable people to be able to talk to and she knew that if she needed him, he would be there but she really just wanted all of this to be over with so that she could move on with her life. “I bet everyone, myself included, appreciates that. I’m the third option- I kind of just want to move on with my life and get back to my job and raising Kai away from all of this. How long are you sticking around after the burial?”

“Yeah like Instagram is awesome and so is Snapchat but you can’t hug through a screen,” he admitted, his love language always being physical touch. “I promise we won’t go this long without seeing each other again. Plus, I haven’t seen Kai in forever, I miss that kid.” Ryder had only met Marley’s husband through FaceTime he seemed nice enough, supportive, a good dad, so he was happy for her. “I don’t really blame you for wanting to get out of here,” truthfully a lot of them were feeling that way because escaping and getting away from Lima meant being away from the memories attached to this place— or that one specific memory. “Don’t know how long I’ll be around for honestly. I was able to get away from work for a bit, take some time off so I guess we’ll see what’s called for.”

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rbroadwayberry​:

***

“Ryder, it’s a secret.” Her voice was dramatic as she smiled to herself. Rachel listened to Ryder, an immediate mixture of happiness and jealousy crept up. On one hand, it was great that Ryder was great. Holding it better in an honest manner. On the other hand, Rachel was simply acting throughout the day. Fake smiling and fake crying. She felt an imposter and knew she was a liar. No, I could never have imagined Mr.Schuester was killed. It is terrible. Rachel had stated continuously while removing tears that were sometimes real and sometimes fake. “You could never be crazy. You are the sanest person here, Ryder.”

Making sure their spot was private, Rachel handed Ryder a glass of punch. “Intel? How is that working? Does anyone know…what you know?” Rachel worriedly whispered. The brunette feared the idea of people knowing the information the both of them possessed. In Rachel’s opinion, it could only lead to chaos. “I don’t think anyone should ever, ever know what we saw. It just isn’t helpful. Honestly, my wish is just to get in and out of Lima as fast as possible. Hopefully, the cops never find out what happened and we can all be as normal as we once were. I don’t want anything to happen to you, Ry.” At the mention of the terrible twosome, Rachel tutted. “A betrayal of the highest order! They lied to our faces and now the Ten probably know someone else was there that night. I hope they have become less unpredictable with age but Spencer seems to be just like the old Spencer. So we just have to wait and see.”

***

“Now that’s the Rachel Berry that I know and love,” he winked with reassurance, “Can’t wait to see it— whatever song it is I’m sure you’ll be great as usual.” It was nice to feel like he had his friend back, even if it was just for a moment and even if she was just faking it to put on a good face. Because he knew his group of friends pretty well, most (if not all of them) were putting on a face because they knew Karofsky was around. 

“Well I’m mostly just reading people, like how are they holding up and who they’re talking to... that kind of thing,” he replied, taking a sip from the punch he was handed. “Nothing major to gather as of yet which means people are either really good at hiding their emotions and they’ve moved on or they’ve drank their emotions away.” Both of which were totally plausible answers. “I agree, I don’t think anyone needs to know what we saw. We didn’t actually do anything so we really aren’t of any importance. I think it’s nice being reunited again but I think I’d much rather do it over a coffee in New York City with you than at a memorial in Lima.” There was so much truth to what he had said though he never had the chance to visit Rachel maybe this would kick him in the ass to do so. “Nothing’s gonna happen to us Rachel, I won’t let it.” Maybe it was his crush on Madison or maybe it was his broship with Spencer but even after what they had done he still believed the best in them. “They lied to protect us Rach. And what they did was on them. It wasn’t smart but we’re gonna protect each other. I won’t let anything happen to them either,” the three people he needed to protect were Rachel, Spencer and Madison. He’d find a way no matter what to do so. “Spencer has good intentions even though he’s unpredictable. He wouldn’t put us in harm, believe me. Just be reasonable here.”

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coachspencer​:

More than a decade later, Spencer could still rely on Ryder to go along with his antics. He was devoid of any judgment and would never scold him the way Rachel had for sneaking booze into the service. It was sort of wild the way, even after all this time, they fell right back into their best bro-ship. Sneaking swigs of liquor in the corner of McKinley High’s gymnasium felt like old times. Some of his best memories from high school include Ryder in the passenger seat of his pick-up truck, windows down, belting Gnarls Barkley at the top of their lungs. To say he missed those days would be an understatement. A simpler time, when the worst thing they had to worry about was Saturday detention, not a murder investigation that could result in guilty verdicts for them and all of their friends.

He perked up at the prospect of dipping out to spend some time reconnecting, just the two of them, away from all the bullshit. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, Ry,” he grinned, nodding toward the flask. “There’s more where that came from. Got a whole handle tucked under the seat in my Camaro.” He surveyed the crowd to assess if anyone was watching them. Thankfully, Karofsky and his crew were distracted by a new platter of pigs in a blanket Ms. P had set up on the refreshments table. Spencer gently tugged on the sleeve of Ryder’s shirt as he slowly inched them backward toward the side exit. “C’mon. Let’s go rip shots at our old spot under the bleachers. It’s been a while since we got hammered together under the stars.”

***

Moving back to Tennessee from Lima was pretty easy for the most part because a lot of his friends had moved away too but parting ways with Spencer was tough. If it wasn’t for him school would have been boring. They spent so much time together that Ryder’s mom basically took him in as another son. It was safe to say that he missed him. Of course they talked on social media and texted but those days in Spencer’s truck, goofing around during Glee and being a dynamic duo on the football field, those were the good old days. 

Stealing the flask back from his friend he took another subtle sip, his eyebrows perking at the mention of a handle in Spencer’s truck. That sounded like a way better time than standing here listening to everyone blowing their noses from crying. “Abso-fucking-lutely,” he nodded as he followed the pulling of his shirt out the back too. “Under the stars huh? How romantic,” he teased the other.