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revrover · 2 years

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Do I... know you? | Eddie Munson

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Meet-cute fluff, some light swearing, but that’s it!

Summary: When Eddie Munson decided to skip out on the latest Hawkins High student pep rally, the last thing he expected was to meet someone new — you.

A/N: This is my FIRST EVER piece of fanfic and I've been so nervous to share, so please be kind!

The student section erupted as Jason Carver continued his rant into the microphone. It was nauseating how much he loved to hear himself talk. All decked out in his uniform along with the rest of the basketball team, the microphone prickled and popped with each consonant he spat, his voice blaring through the harsh speakers of the old tattered Hawkins High gymnasium.

As his peers hung on every word coming from the team captain's mouth, Eddie Munson stood stoically against the side of the bleachers, completely unimpressed by what was unfolding in front of him. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, fists practically shoved into his armpits as if he were physically trying to contain his disdain for both pep rallies and Carver himself.

Unfortunately, attending this type of student function was a requirement at Hawkins High. (Something about the importance of building school spirit and community or whatever.) Determined to graduate this year, Eddie had sworn he would do whatever it took to get his diploma — even if it meant subjecting himself to soul-sucking assemblies. So there he was, lurking in the shadowy corner of the gymnasium while the theatrics continued to play out at center court.

Something between a yawn and a groan escaped his mouth amongst all the excitement. Each assembly was essentially the same as Eddie had discovered; students gathering, cheerleaders doing their peppy little routines, a faculty member going on about something like lunchroom etiquette, or the latest incident of school vandalism. At least the marching band was decent. Oh, and there was always, of course, the parading of Hawkins’ athletes. Eddie had seen it all, so while Jason Carver's self-indulgent monologuing was nothing new or surprising, it was still a bit much.

Who the hell thought it was a good idea to give this guy a microphone? Eddie thought to himself, now harboring an even more disenchanted look on his face.

"Let's do it for THEM!" Jason shouted, the crowd going wild. It triggered an involuntary roll of Eddie's eyes, accompanied by the dramatic toss of his head backward. In his exaggerated annoyance, he caught a glimpse of a bright neon sign behind him. He turned his head more fully over his shoulder, and there it was; shining as if to signal his salvation, the word 'EXIT' radiated red above the double doors of the gymnasium.

To Eddie's credit, he really had tried. He had tried to follow the rules and stick it out through the entire assembly. But as each segment became more insufferable than the last, the welcoming glow of the exit sign was far too tempting. Teachers and faculty had seen him enter the gymnasium, certainly, they wouldn't notice if he... excused himself a bit early.

The silver lining to Jason's never-ending speech was that it had engrossed the entire Hawkins High staff and student body. That meant all eyes were on the basketball team, allowing Eddie to slip away unnoticed. Eddie was no stranger to maneuvering quietly behind the scenes when he needed to, only drawing attention to himself when the situation called for it. Or when he wanted to make a statement. It depended on how combative he was feeling that day.

Arms still folded, his dark eyes shifted from side to side, carefully surveying the crowd. Keeping his posture casual, he began to take small cautious steps backward toward the exit. Eddie found his situation humorously similar to ones he had often led his friends through during DND campaigns; trapped in a dungeon of sorts, maneuvering the environment and relying on stealth to escape, all without alerting an enemy or any of its minions. From what he could tell, each element seemed pretty on point with his current circumstances.

Eddie inched closer and closer toward the double doors behind him when, finally, his lower back pressed against the cold metal crash bar. The contact drew a sharp inhale from his lungs as a thin sliver of exposed skin between his belt and the hem of his shirt touched the cool aluminum.

Eddie braced himself. Not yet in the clear, he could feel his patience wearing thin as Jason’s voice relentlessly kept grinding through the speakers, waging an assault on Eddie’s ear drums. Fighting the urge to just burst through the doors and break into a sprint, he took a breath and waited for the right moment to present itself. Then, as sure as the sun sets and rises, another bolster of applause exploded from the student section.

The cheering was precisely what Eddie needed. Sweeping his eyes across the scene in front of him one more time, he shifted his weight backward into the doors. The sound of heavy wood and metal scraping together as they opened was entirely drowned out by the crowd.

And just like that, there was one less student in attendance at the Hawkins High student pep rally, and no one had even noticed.

Well, almost no one.

His eyes still focused on the crowded gymnasium in front of him, a cocky, triumphant smirk stretched across Eddie's face as he backed further into the hallway, his steps now swaggering into a strut. Relishing in the pride of his escape, he stretched out his arms in celebration and flipped the bird with both hands at the doors as they began to shut, narrowing his view of the gymnasium until fully closed.

His antics were quickly interrupted, however. Before he could even turn around to head down the hallway, a single solitary voice called from behind him.

Your voice.

"Skipping out on one of Carver's rallying speeches?" You asked nonchalantly.

Eddie froze. Jesus Christ! He thought to himself. Since when did teachers start monitoring the halls during these things??

Smirk gone and eyes wide, Eddie was already coming up with excuses in his head as he whipped around, expecting to see a Hawkins High faculty member. Instead, to his surprise, his eyes fell upon you.

Eddie Munson was taken aback. Directly across the hallway from him, you sat calmly on a wide windowsill, your back wedged into the corner where the glass met the wall. You had your knees propped up to support a notebook, and with a pen in your hand you busily scribbled on the open page. Although your hair was pulled back into a ponytail, several strands had escaped your scrunchy and now hung down, framing your face. Despite Eddie’s presence and your posed question, your gaze remained on the paper in front of you.

Eddie looked around quickly as if to confirm the voice he heard did, in fact, come from you. As he had suspected, it was just the two of you alone in the otherwise empty hallway. Clearing his throat, Eddie approached you with a single cautious step, trying his best to play it cool and totally NOT act as if you had just caught him off guard.

"Oh, you know..." He said, swinging his arms back and forth, clapping his hands behind and in front of him. "One can only be inspired so much."

He gave a half-hearted laugh, not sure how the joke would land.

It hung in the air for a moment as you continued to silently scribble. Your eyes remained fixed on the notebook in front of you, which made Eddie nervous. He squinted, but from where he was standing, he couldn't tell if you were writing or drawing. Heat began radiating from his cheeks as uncertainty built inside him, unable to gauge how you would react to his sarcasm. The possibility that you could easily rat him out for skipping the pep rally added to his anxiety. The last thing Eddie wanted was to spend another afternoon in detention or worse -- be required to attend more student activities. But wait, weren't you skipping too, he wondered? What were you doing outside of the assembly? His thoughts were interrupted when you finally cracked a smile and began to laugh.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." You nodded in agreement, chuckling as you continued to look down at the spiral-bound page in your lap.

Eddie let out a small sigh of relief, sliding his hands into his back pockets. He glanced down at his shoes, twisting a toe into the ground as he allowed himself to laugh a bit more at his own joke. Whoever you were, you seemed to share his sentiments about Hawkins High's latest golden boy, Jason Carver.

When Eddie’s eyes wandered back up from the floor, he saw that your amused expression had not faded. His heart beat a little faster as a sense of pride swelled inside of him, knowing he was responsible for putting that smile on your face.

Your face. Eddie couldn’t help but stare at it, mesmerized — the way you were sitting in the window, sun rays pouring perfectly through the glass and illuminating the side of your cheek. Shadows cast silhouettes that outlined your lips and delicately traced your chin down to your neck, making you look angelic. Those loose strands of hair that had fallen around your face shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight. On top of all that, your look of concentration gave you an aura that appeared nearly timeless. You were, in a word, beautiful.

A moment passed with neither of you saying anything. You had still yet to look up, and Eddie could sense he was lingering a bit too long. He quickly glanced back down towards his feet, as if the eye contact alone would be enough to convince them to move. It wasn't. It had been so easy walking out of the gymnasium only moments ago - left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot - and backward at that. So why was he having such a hard time with it now?

It wasn't a hard question for him to answer, really. He was intrigued. Who were you? Why hadn't he seen you before? Eddie's hand came up to his mouth, fingers settling against his chin as he thought. His thumb fiddled with the rings on his fingers for a moment, a bit of a habit when he was trying to focus.

Eddie's feet weren't budging, so instead of walking away, he decided to break the silence.

"Do I... know you?" He asked inquisitively, his hand leaving his chin slightly as he pointed at you.

The question stopped your scribbling. You knew the answer, and it was a simple one.

Did he know you? No.

On the other hand, did you know him? Well, not personally, no. But you certainly knew of him. Metalhead. Super Senior. Drug Dealer. Hellfire Club member. Devilishly handsome.

You rested your pen against your notebook, and for the first time since Eddie had backed into the hallway, you looked up to lock eyes with him. Suddenly, Eddie could not remember how to breathe - unprepared for the way his chest quickly tightened when your piercing eyes met his own deep brown ones. Your gaze was soft, yet it seized hold of him as if the Lady of the Lake herself had grabbed him and pulled him under into the cool depths of your irises.

"Probably not.” You said with a sweet smile as you shook your head, pulling Eddie back to reality. “I’m y/n. y/n l/n.”

Y/N. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth upon learning your name. In response to your introduction, Eddie stood up a little straighter, then bent forward into a low bow.

"Eddie Mun--"

"Munson." You blurted out before your brain could stop your mouth. Eddie’s head snapped up to look at you in surprise.

Now you were the one trying to play it cool. Your mind raced as you quickly tried to recover the conversation in a way that didn't make you out to be a stalker. You tilted your head slightly, propping your elbow against your knee as you leaned your face into the palm of your hand in an effort to conceal at least one side of your blushing cheeks.

A beat, then you explained.

"We have third-period math together... Ms. O'Donnell's class? Your name comes up during roll call... a lot."

You gave a playful grimace which caused your nose to scrunch and eyes to squint. Eddie started nodding his head, the tousled curls of his hair gently springing up and down in sync with his jaw. It was true, he couldn't even remember the last time he had attended that class.

"Plus," You added, "you're a bit notorious around here - especially after that little table walk number in the cafeteria, it was easy to put the name to the face."

"Ah, shit," Eddie said, simultaneously nodding and rocking back and forth on his feet. A sheepish smile made its way across his face. Eddie shoved his hands into his front pockets now, scrunching his shoulders up to his ears, "Yeah, that'll do it."

The two of you started to laugh, recalling his theatrics from earlier that day. Your laugh was a new kind of music to Eddie's ears. Melodic and infectious, it filled him with a warmth that made him want to melt right then and there.

Suddenly, a muffled eruption of cheers came from the gymnasium, drawing both of your attention. Eddie quickly glanced down at his watch. The rally was drawing to a close, and his window of time to slip away was getting dangerously small. He turned back toward you, his mouth open as he tried to find the right words to properly excuse himself.

"Go on," you said, beating him to the punch. Smiling and waving your hand in a shooing gesture, you already knew what he was trying to articulate. Bringing his hands together in thanks, Eddie gave you a quick bow of his head, then spun around to head down the hallway. He had only taken a few strides when suddenly he stopped. Pivoting back around, the chain around his belt loop swung against his hip as he turned to face you again, finding you were already looking down at your notebook, scribbling.

"By the way, if anyone asks--" he started to say.

"--I never saw you." You replied without missing a beat, finishing his sentence for him yet again. You raised your head from your notebook, giving him a knowing grin that reassured Eddie he could trust you to keep his secret.

“Y/n L/n,” he said, smiling back and pointing at you with both index fingers. He savored the sweet sound of your name in his mouth. As he turned to leave again, you earnestly interjected one last question.

"Out of curiosity, where are you headed?"

Eddie thought for a moment. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, a mischievously playful grin spread across his face.

"Hell, most likely."

He gave you a wink, then turned quickly to take off down the hallway.

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dustbummy · 2 years

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Modern au

Nerd! Powder x Cheerleader Fem!reader

reader is written to be of any skin color or size.

this is very gay.

Vi is two years older than powder in this one, making her a senior and powder a sophomore. Caitlyn is a senior and reader is a junior.

Reader is down bad.

Small drabble.

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(Name) presses her perfectly manicured nails against the stall door and gives it a light push. Opening the door and revealing herself behind it.

The (haircolored) girl walking quickly through the small tagged arch and towards the sink in front of her. Washing her hands and reapplying her bubble gum pink lip gloss. The girls (colored) eyes connecting with soft grayish blue ones through the mirror. A feeling of bashfullness washing over the girl.

Powder Lucas.

(Name) stares into startled glacous blue irises for a few more seconds before flashing her a quick smile.

The girl behind her immediately looking down towards her chipped fingernail polish instead. (Name) hummed softly, wishing the girl behind her would catch her eyes again.

The bluenette wore paint and oil stained black overalls today, her dark navy hair braided into two double dutch braids instead of their usual long fishtail. Mud splattered black sneakers covered her feet, her shoes a little on the larger side. Slightly different from the ones she normally wore.

Not that (name) noticed of course.

The (skincolored) girl dries off her hands softly with a paper towel. Adjusting her skirt in the mirror and walking out the bathroom with another word. Wanting to get out of the situation before powder noticed the soft blush dusting her cheeks.

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Alexander slaps the tray from powder's hands, the blue plastic object clattering onto the floor without much of a struggle. The loud noise interrupts most of the chatter in the lunchroom, the students now staring at the interaction. Powder turns bright red at the attention and reaches down to pick up the fallen tray, alex kicks it away from her.

(Name) rolls her eyes and sits up in her seat. Here we go again.

Alexander Travis was a football player of course. Who believed his own bullshit and thought himself and other like him superior because of his clear financial advantage. In other words, he was an asshole.

An asshole who up until recently had a girlfriend that had left him for powder's troublemaker older sister. (Though, name thinks their relationship was fake the entire time, Caitlyn hadn't even pretended to be into him.)

An asshole who also got his teeth kicked in by powder's aforementioned troublemaker older sister who, because of it is now suspended for a month.

And since troublemaker Violet Lucas (who goes by 'Vi' to her very few friends) isn't here to kick his teeth in again, Alexander these past few days has taken to getting even through her much meeker younger sister.

Harassing her in gym, embarrassing her in front of teachers and overall being a huge dick to someone years younger than him.

The teachers look the other way because Alexander's the principals nephew and they don't want to lose their jobs. Students look the other way either because they, like alex, hate Vi and want to take it out on her or their just scared of the repercussions of standing against him.

(Name) tried to get him to stop behind the scenes quite a lot of times. Appealing to their past status as friends and even promising to go on a date with him if he'd just leave the poor girl alone. But he just shook his head and said that that 'poor ass family' had to pay and stopped to conversation at that.

The cheerleader pops the bubblegum loudly in her mouth, making sure it reaches the only two standing up in the middle of the lunchroom. The sound cuts off Alex's stupid ass taunts and makes him then towards the (haircolored) girl who cups one of her hands to her face and leans on the lunch table, obviously bored.

"Got something to say (lastname)?" He raises an eyebrow challengingly, thin lips twitching downwards when (name) says nothing and instead just blows up another pink gum bubble.

The girl pops it again and chews loudly. "Yeah actually, when are you gonna leave that poor girl alone?" She uncrosses her legs and prepares to stand up.

"What?" Alexander let's out a little snicker, surprised that she's so blunt in public. He turns to the cheerleader, forgetting the glaring bluenette behind him.

(Name) stands up, smoothing her skirt out and letting it fall to her knees. "I mean, I get it Vi literally stole your girl and handed your ass to you on a silver platter, but it's done- it's over now, just let it go dude."

Powder behind him stops attempting the impossible task of picking up the sticky mess of cheesy mashed potatoes from the tiled floor and instead stares ahead, her mouth opened slightly showing off her cutely gapped teeth.

Alex scoffs at her words and crosses his arms. "Your really sticking up for this bootlicker and her jailbird of a sister?" He questions, the threat clear in his words.

(Name) shrugged. "Nobody else seems to be." And with that the conversation is over. The (haircolored) girl brushing past him and bending over slightly, offering the girl on the floor a hand that she takes with shaking fingers.

A tingle flows through (name)'s body where their fingers touch and the girl bites back a gasp. Suddenly a lot more self conscious after successfully grabbing the hand of her kinda sorta maybe longtime crush.

Slowly, she pulls the bluenette off the ground until she's standing up right in front of her. The cheerleader awkwardly picking off chunks if mashed potatoes from powder's outfit and clearing her throat. "There. Good as new." (Name) flashes another (hopefully comforting, most likely off putting) smile at powder's bewildered face and picks the lunch tray up. Not even bothering with the food on the ground.

The older girl, in front of everyone, gestures to her own table where there's only her lunch box. "Wanna come sit? I don't think I can fix this." She lifts the tray in question and looks over to the food on the floor. "But I have packed an extra lunch with me."

Powder blinks and stares for a few seconds at the offer and (name) grows even more embarrassed at the amount of eyes still on them. She'd never invited another person back over to her table before. Caitlyn has, most of the other cheerleaders have, but the girl never really felt comfortable talking to somebody else while eating.

"Yes." Powder's voice is soft, a slight rasp curls around her words and a monotonous edge is imbedded in the sound. Her voice brings a small fluttery feeling to her chest and nestles butterflies in her previously settled stomach.

This isn't even close to the first time (name) has ever heard the younger girls voice, not even close. But it's the first time it's actually directed at her and the acknowledgement is what sends her over the moon.

(Name) nods a little too quickly and forces off the smile threatening to pull at her cheeks. "Cool." She hopes powder can't hear the voice crack. The cheerleader bounces on her feet, feeling as if she won a million dollars as she pulls the sophomore over to her vacated table.

Powder stumbles over a little less gracefully and sits down. Bunching away from the older girl almost immediately and drawing in on herself. Barley visible light pink blush dotting her perfect freckled cheeks.

(Name) thinks nothing of it, not offended at the girls blatant closed offness and pulls a nicely wrapped pretty calzone out of her pink bag, chips and a small drink leaving it after and she hands it to her junior.

Powder takes it slowly, as if thinking (name) would snatch it back and laugh in her face if she moves to quickly. (Name) would never.

Eventually she takes it, their fingers brushing against each other and making both girls shiver at the touch. Powder gently unwraps the calzone and takes a small nimble of it, her eyes lighting up when the flavors touches her tongue and she goes back immediately to take a larger one.

(Name) discreetly watches her, not even touching her own messily put together homemade burger, pride filling her while watching powder happily stuff her cheeks.

She stayed up all night perfecting that recipe she pawned off of cait who got it from Vi. That damned thing was a lot harder to make than it seemed and (name) gained even more respect for the pink haired girl who made it perfectly everytime. The cheese grating in and of itself nearly had the (hair color) quitting at multiple points during the night.

The cheerleader fiddles with her multiple hello kitty bandaids while she subtly watches the girl eat. Elated all the hard work paid off and she didn't chicken out yet again on actually giving it to the bluenette.

"T-thank you." The younger girl's voice breaks through her thoughts easily and (name) pretends like she hadn't been staring. A small blush be falling her face at powder's piercing blue eyes. Her cheeks has small smudges of grease on them and her breath smells of pepperoni.

"I- anytime." The cheerleader nods. Happy to have the bluenettes attention for the first time in the six years that she's liked her. Her leg bounces under the table while powder absentmindedly comes slightly closer, their bodies no where near touching but there's a change in the air around them, a strange relaxation flowing through them both. The start of something new.

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Yes, older powder is a kind of difficult character for me to write🥲

But it's not really my fault okay-

#arcane x reader #jinx x reader #arcane league of legends #jinx league of legends #jinx supremacy #powder

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Parallels (Eddie Munson)

Annonymous asked: Hi so I heard you would like some requests so here i am.What if as Eddie like transferring a different school and/or does an exchanged program. As he's finding his way around he finally finds the lunchroom and he hears a commotion going on in ther. When steps in there he sees/hears her talking about 86 being her year and/or she does the whole Eddie table walk speech and he just feeling like this is has happened before. Sincerely, an eddie lover. A/N: This could possibly turn into a series if anyone's interested! Let me know!

This school was no different than Hawkins High. Not even in the slightest. You had your preps, your jocks, party-goers, geeks...and then you had the new students. AKA, Eddie Munson.

He slunk through the hallways, avoiding the stares of the other students. They were all looking at him as if he had three heads. And maybe, coming from Hawkins, Indiana, he did have three heads. California was so different that it was almost comical just how stereotypical it was. But little did he knew what he was getting ready to walk into...

He was standing in the line for lunch, telling himself he was only here for a bag of pretzels and a bottle of water that he could finish in the back of his van. He didn’t want to spend anymore time in this shit hole than he absolutely had to. He was almost at the front of the line when a commotion started behind him and everyone turned to look at the loud booming voice.

His eyes fell on the center of the cafeteria where a young female with crazy hair and a battle vest was standing on top of the table yelling something at a group of cheerleaders who were standing at the end of the table. It was an all to familiar scene for Eddie, who had just done something similar last year with Jason Carver.

“What do the three of you want? Why are you staring at us so much, Regina?” The girl said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Why don’t you just shut up, freak?” One of the blonde girls in the cheer uniform spat at her.

He watched as the girl standing up on the table held invisible pompoms up and mocked their cheer moves as she said loudly: “You might be good at football, you might be good at track. But when it comes to Regina Atkinson, she’s just going to end up on her fucking back.”

The entire cafeteria erupted into laughter and Eddie’s jaw was on the floor. He turned to the guy standing behind him and pointed to you as you hopped off the table.

“Who is that?” Eddie asked.

“Oh, that’s Y/N. She’s uh...she’s wild, man.” The guy snorted.

“Dating anybody?” Eddie quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t think anybody could tame that girl, man.” The guy snorted.

Eddie finished in the line and was walking past the rambunctious girl to the exit door when he heard her voice again – this time yelling at him.

“Hey Dio patch,” she said, watching as he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, “Yeah. I’m talking to you.”

Oh no, he thought to himself as he walked over to her.

“You’re new here, huh?” She asked, looking up at him from her seat at the end of the table.

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded.

“Sit down,” she nodded to the seat, “I seen your DnD patch. You play?”

“Dungeon master at my old school.” Eddie nodded, looking around at the table. They were all staring at him as if they knew something he didn’t, “Why?”

“We play, too. We’re a club.” You motioned down towards the end of the table, “Have a seat...we don’t bite.”

Eddie was starting to feel a little bit more relaxed – finally, a few people with similar interests. But he didn’t want to sit at the end of the table. He wanted to sit beside of her.

“What’s your name?” Eddie asked, pulling one of the chairs up next to where she was sitting.

“I’m Y/N,” you gave him a small smile, “I’m just going to call you Dio from now on, but what’s yours for...formality reasons?”

“Eddie,” he said as he sat down and took a sip from his bottle of water, “You’re uh...you’re pretty cool, Y/N.”

And normally men wouldn’t make you of all people blush but the way he said it, the coolness of his voice, made some type of butterflies leap in your stomach and you hated it. How dare him come in with this cool voice and his cool hair and make you feel something.

“Yeah, I could say the same for you.” You said, eyes roving over the logos on his vest.

“Looks like somebodies got a – OW!” The girl to the left of you was cut off by a sharp kick to the shin under the table, “Jesus, Y/N…what the fuck?”

“Shut your mouth, Mikayla.” You gave her a warning smile. There was no way Mikayla or that snot nosed Daniela were going to ruin this for you.

Eddie laughed to himself as he opened his bag of pretzels and leaned against the table with his arms, “So...when’s the next campaign?”

“Tomorrow. My band plays at The Hangout tonight.” You nodded, “You should come...I mean, if you don’t have anything else to do? I’m sure you do. And that’s okay. We’re not that good anyway...don’t come, okay?” You bit your bottom lip to keep from laughing nervously.

You cursed inwardly, trying so hard to regain your composure but he was making it impossibly hard and he wasn’t even doing anything. It was those big brown eyes that drove you crazy. He had a small smile plastered on his face as he looked down at you fumbling over your words. He probably thought you were insane, which, okay – fair but also...maybe he thought you were fun? He didn’t run away at the thought of sitting beside of you.

Eddie found the similarities between the two of you comforting. He was out here in California all by himself since he escaped Hawkins. And you were like a breath of fresh air.

“No, I’ll come by.” Eddie nodded, “What’s the bands name?”

“Casket Crashers,” you said nonchalantly, unaware of how ironic all of this was for Eddie.

Had Eddie Munson just met his soulmate?

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Stranger things #Stranger Things fanfic #Joseph Quinn #thefreakymunson #sfw

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the25thviolence · 2 years

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Return The Crown: Foreword Part 3

It was a Tuesday afternoon at Generic High School that I have forgotten the name of all these years later. It was lunching time in the kingdom and sadly it looks like she had already eaten.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” screamed a girl named Claire in a cheerleader uniform in the middle of the lunchroom while holding a half eaten hotdog.

“You ok--uhh you seem to have some ketchup uhhh well all over your face.” noted a boy named Sean from the other side of the surprisingly empty lunchroom except for the two of them.

Claire ran her hand across her face slightly, removing some of the ketchup. Her faced turned the same shade of red as the ketchup.

“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU SEAN.” yelled Claire while leaping up from her chair and jumping over the table in front of her, dropping her half eaten hotdog on the ground behind her.

“I’M SORY I DON’T KNOW FOR WHAT BUT I’M SORRY.” yelled Sean while making a break for hallway connected to the lunchroom.

“YOU’VE REALLY FUCKED UP THIS TIME!” screamed Claire while full on sprinting after Sean down the hallway of Generic High School.

You think the writer of this story wouldn’t be so lazy and just look up the name of the high school that he wrote so many years ago.

“Watch out!” yelled Sean while parkouring over the words above and rounding the corner toward the gymnasium.

“Murder!” screamed Claire running headlong into the block of words that Sean parkoured over and knocking them all about the hallway.

As Sean came barging headlong into the gym he suddenly realized what he had to do.

Sean ran into the women’s locker room.

From a distance you could hear it. Like the thundering roars of Niagara Falls or the majestic animal yelling of the African Lion.

“YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME SEAN!!” screamed Claire from the basketball court.

“I don’t know Sean. You seem to be hiding from her pretty well.” said a voice from behind Sean as it put a ghostly white hand onto his shoulder.

“Ahh!-” started to scream Sean but he was smacked into silence before he could finish.

SMACK

“Shutup Sean.” said The Princess smacking Sean across the face while looking like a ghost monster of a bullied teenage girl.

“Sean, its me The Princess.” calmly stated The Princess while looking like something that crawled out of a B tier scary movie.

“What the fuck is going on?” asked Sean while sliding down against the lockers till he was sitting on the ground with his head between his knees.

“Well not to call you an idiot but your an idiot. You dropped the snow globe.” said The Princess while gently slapping Sean on the top of this head.

“What does that even mean??” cried Sean.

SLAM

Claire pounced into the women’s locker room via smashing the door open with her primal rage.

“It means your a fuck up!--and who the fuck is writing this!” yelled Claire from the entrance of the locker room in all her cheerleader uniform glory even though there was still some ketchup on her face.

“Claire?” asked The Princess while staring down the row of lockers.

“Princess?” asked Claire while staring at a teenage ghoul.

“What’s going on?” they both said at the same time.

“...I’m sorry.” whispered Sean while quietly snapping his fingers.

SNAP

And suddenly all 3 of them were standing back on stage staring off into space.

“Action!” yelled The Mysterious Voice. Forcing Donny (or whatever his name is) to turn the spotlights back on.

The rafters could be heard shaking above from where the spotlights where. A scene was at play and no outside noise was allowed.

“What?” said The Princess while rubbing the white spots out of her eyes.

“Who?” said Claire while also rubbing the white spots out of her eyes.

“...I’m so sorry.” whispered Sean to himself while also rubbing the white spots out of his eyes.

“Wait, are you starting the scene without me?” asked Jimmy while slowly walking toward the stage as he stretched and yawned.

“Cut!” yelled The Mysterious voice.

“What scene?” asked Claire and The Princess at the same time.

Sean suddenly looked up in confusion at what was happening.

“You know, page 23---Claire baby you got a little smudge on your face by the way.” said Jimmy while walking within arms reach of the three on stage.

Claire’s face grew a deep shade of red again.

“You motherfu--” yelled Claire while she stepped forward and began to punch.

“--Wait I know whats---” began Sean as he jumped forward in realization.

WHACK

And down went Sean after accidentally stepping into Claire’s punch that was meant for Jimmy.

“Oh fuck I’m so sorry.” yelled Claire in shock while shaking her right hand back and forth in pain after knocking Sean out cold.

The Princess just let out a sudden and short scream before falling down next to Sean instantly trying to check if he was ok.

Jimmy stared in confusion.

Than one by one the spotlights above went out till the stage was pitch black.

The Mysterious Voice smiled while he turned to the next page of this story.

((Actual actual disclaimer: As of release of this I haven’t written past this Foreword. I have some notes etc for later on in the story. But do not expect the next parts of this story to be released soon.))

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deans-baby-momma · 3 years

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Wounded Hearts 2

Summary: When John Winchester leaves his two high school-aged sons in a motel in Fairfax, IN while he goes off on a hunt, they both make friends. What happens after they have to suddenly leave when John comes to fetch them. Will those friendships endure? Does Dean leave a piece of his soul behind?

Word Count: 3,408

A/N: This is a sequel to Past Haunts, but it’s mostly what happened in the thirteen years between high school and when Sam and Dean return to take care of a haunting in their old stomping grounds of Truman High. The first couple of chapters will be mainly Dean’s POV and then after that, each chapter will switch from Dean’s POV to Rebecca’s POV. I will label them appropriately.

Rebecca’s POV

The walk home is kind of uncomfortable. My crotch is sensitive and tender and these jeans are not helping at all. I think over what just happened. I just gave my virginity to Dean Winchester. The boy who came out of nowhere and walked the school halls like he owned the place. I briefly thought about how just last week he was all about Amanda Heckling, the popular girl, the head cheerleader. Had he fucked her too? They had seemed hot and heavy for a minute but then, just as quickly as he showed up, they were over and he was proclaiming to the halls that he was a hero. Had he taken Amanda's virginity too?

I shake my head and huff a laugh. No way was Amanda Heckerling a virgin. Not since freshman year at least. She had been caught with her pants down, literally, with Justin Scott in her bedroom. So, no Dean definitely hadn't taken Amanda's innocence.

As soon as I get home I rush to the bedroom to change out of my- now damp from the remnants of what had transpired between me and Dean- panties. Thankfully it's just my cum filling my underwear; Dean had wrapped it up before he fucked me.

I change quickly, wadding my ruined panties into a ball and stuffing them to the bottom of the hamper. My mom yells that dinner is ready and I pause, taking a breath and praying that neither she nor dad can sense the change in me. I'm no longer their innocent little girl but a woman, an adult capable of safely fornicating.

I can feel their stares, hear their whispers as I walk to my locker. Does everyone know? Are all my classmates aware that I am no longer pure and virginal Rebecca Quentin. Do they know that I oh so easily gave it up to Dean Winchester? Or am I just imagining it all?

I grab my books and sign in then take my regular seat in Mrs. Meadows' English Lit class. My heart is pounding in my ears, knowing that shortly Dean would walk through the door. Would he sit beside me, like he did Amanda? Would he ask me to be his girlfriend? I mean, we've already done the deed so that's the next step, right? Ok, so our steps are a little misconstrued but so what?

I hear him before I see him, his heavy army-style boots stomping down the hallway. As soon as he enters the room, my breath catches in my throat. I'd always thought Dean was good-looking but now? Damn is he sexy as hell! I can't help but turn away to hide the blush on my face as I remember his touch and how it felt to have him inside me. My heart drops as he passes by the empty desk beside me to take his seat at the back of the room. Dammit, maybe it wasn't as special to him as it had been to me. Maybe he was used to defiling girls and then acting as if they didn't exist. As Mrs. Meadows calls for attention I vow to confront him at lunch. Hopefully we can have a quiet discussion and not cause a scene.

By the time the bell rings for lunch, I am a nervous wreck. The more I thought about it, the less I wanted to address the obvious elephant in the school. Dean Winchester conned his way into my pants; pretending to be a gentleman and noble when in all reality he was a fraud, a hustler. Watching him with his little brother yesterday, how he had made sure Sam was well-fed and taken care of had to have been a ruse! Just a way to get me to let my guard down and then he struck when that window of opportunity opened; like a snake, a conniving devious snake.

Deciding I can't civilly accost Dean, I make my way to the vending machines. I'll just go to the motel after school and talk to him then. I just hope he hasn't duped his next victim there. That's what I feel like; a victim, a casualty of the trickster that is Dean Winchester. I scan the lunchroom as I enter but see no sign of Dean or his brother Sam. I sigh in relief as I don't think I could handle being ignored again. I sit at a table in the corner and open my bags of chips.

The rest of my classes were dull and lackluster. I just couldn't concentrate on anything any of my teachers were saying. The concept that Dean was ignoring and avoiding me was breaking me, was breaking my heart and soul. I wanted to know why. Why did he choose me? Why did he have to defile what could have been an incredible friendship? Maybe even a wonderful and dare I say loving relationship. Did getting the privilege of saying he slept with me mean more to him than that? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got until I had furiously scribbled a hole into the paper on my desk. I was going to that motel after school and finding out!

When the last bell sounds, I gather my books and head to my locker. I look morosely at locker #214, the one Dean had been assigned. It was only a few down from mine. I hadn't seen him all day; not since he so openly ignored me during first period. It is painfully obvious he was avoiding me. Well I am going to put a stop to that. I march out of the building and head down the same path we had walked yesterday, straight to the place it all went downhill, room 7 at the Motel Monroe.

A few hours later

I knock on the door and wait. And the longer I wait, the more upset I get. How dare Dean ignore and avoid me and act like I don't exist in his world. Yesterday, he acted as if he made me believe he was interested in being my friend, if not more and today I'm nobody?

I'm not a nobody. I get perfect grades and in less than a year I will be moving away, going to college and in a few short years graduate with a master's in psychology and on my way to becoming one of the best behavioral counselors in the country. I have plans and dreams; I'm not just some girl to pass the time with.

After a few minutes and another knock, there is still no answer. I step to the window to see inside but the curtain is closed tight. 'Oh no you don't, Dean Winchester,' I think silently. 'You are not hiding from me. We are going to hash this out like adults.' I walked toward the manager's office to find out if there is a way to get him to open the door. Instead I find devastating news when the manager tells me, "They cleared out about 3 hours ago."

I walk away from the motel, the place I lost my virginity in with tears threatening to roll down my face. Will I ever see him again?

Eight weeks later

Time is a fickle thing. Some days it seems to rush by while others it seems to just stand still and turn stagnant.

After finding out that the Winchesters had left town, I turned my attention back to my studies. I only had a few more months until I'd be graduating high school and moving on to bigger, brighter things.

Thanksgiving had come and gone and now we are all hurtling toward Christmas and the almost two weeks off from school. The whole school is abuzz with excitement and enthusiasm for the break. Me? I am just going through the motions. I had gotten ill a few days ago, puking my guts up and just feeling horrible. Whatever it is, I wish it would just run its course already. I am tired of feeling weak and feeble.

Today is the school's last day before Christmas break and I was just looking forward to being able to lay around and let the flu or pneumonia or whatever gets its claws into me. Something grabs my attention and I look at the calendar hanging beside my desk. A big old red circle is around the 4th, the day I should've started my period. I grab the calendar and turn it back to November and see another big red circle. Two months. Two missed periods. And I know that they are missed because every time I start I always draw a line through the circle and these two circles have no lines. What the hell? I try to remember having my period in November but I am coming up blank. The last period I remember was in October, the first part of October. I remember because it was right after my Mom's birthday. I turn the page and yep, October 5th has a circle with a line through it. So why didn't I mark through November's and December's? I scan through the month of October and my eyes land on the 14th.

The day I spent with the Winchesters, the day I lost my virginity to Dean, the day that…..oh fuck. Oh god no!

At school, I can’t concentrate on anything. My calculus teacher calls on me and I don’t hear her. The words ‘I’m pregnant’ keep repeating over and over in my head. I can’t be pregnant. I only had sex once. But once is all it takes, I tell myself.

I get through the rest of the day, barely, and by the time the last bell rings I am a nervous wreck. I know what I need to do. I have to go to the pharmacy and buy a test. But everyone knows everyone in this town and I know old Mrs. Wilson will tell my parents that she sold me a pregnancy test.

Walking into the drugstore I am praying and hoping that Mrs. Wilson possibly has the day off and someone else is working her shift but no such luck. As soon as I walk in she sees me and smiles. I return the smile and walk down the farthest aisle from the one I need. As I trek slowly through the store, pretending that I am looking at different things, I come up with a plan. I’ll just take one off the shelves and ask to use the bathroom.

When I get to the correct aisle I feel overwhelmed. There are so many! Different brands, different processes. I find one that looks easy enough; what is more easier than just peeing on a stick? Stuffing the box in my bag, I head toward the front of the store, grabbing a package of maxi pads on my way.

“Hello Rebecca,” Mrs. Wilson greets me. “How are you today?”

“Hi Mrs. Wilson. I’m good. Listen, is there anyway I can, uh...use the facilities here?” I ask as I show her the maxi pads. She nods in understanding and points me toward the bathroom.

I quickly shut and lock the door and lean against it, taking a breath. ‘Come on Rebecca. You can do this.’ I think to myself. ‘It might even be negative. Could be something completely different wrong with me.’

I pull the box out of my bag and step toward the toilet. I know I don’t have that much time before Mrs. Wilson comes to check on me. Pulling the test out of the box, I quickly read the directions.

1. Pee on stick

2. Wait 5 minutes.

3. Two lines means pregnant; one line means not pregnant.

Ok simple enough. I do as instructed and place the stick on the sink. This is going to be the longest five minutes in history!

How can something so inconsequential as a piece of plastic change your whole life? Plastic is nothing but synthetic polymers that can be molded into whatever is needed. In this instance, this piece of plastic was sculpted into a thin white stick with a window on the end. And in that window was life-altering news. Two pink lines.

I stare at the test for what seemed like forever. I’m pregnant. I am only a few months away from turning 18, graduating high school and going off to college. Yet, here I am carrying Dean Winchester’s illegitimate child. I place my hand on my still flat stomach and look in the mirror. “I’m pregnant,” I whisper to my reflection. I didn’t even realize I am crying until I see the tears streaming down my face.

Hearing Mrs. Wilson heading my way, I hurry and wipe my face clean and pick up the positive test, sticking it in my pocket. I open the package of pads and take one out and cram the unused one into the bottom of the trash can. At least, that way it will look like I used one and not raise any suspicions with the old busybody.

After paying for the one item I won’t be needing for a while, I leave the store and head home. How am I going to tell my parents that I’m pregnant? Of course they're going to want to know everything. Well, maybe not everything. They know how babies are made, they have me after all. But they are going to ask a million questions. Who’s the father? Where is he now? Does he know? Is he going to be a man and step up? I only know the answer to one of those. Dean Winchester is the father. That’s all I know. He used me and then up and disappeared the very next day.

I get home and am relieved that both my parents aren’t home yet. I have a few more minutes to come to terms with the fact of my situation myself. I run upstairs to my room and fall onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow. While I am alone, I decide to go ahead and get it out. The anger, the frustration, the heartache.

I am 17 years old, a senior in high school and pregnant by a boy who split in no time afterwards. The tears come instantaneously. How am I going to be able to fulfill my dream of going to college and becoming a psychologist? I can’t be raising a kid while going through years of study at Harvard to get my bachelor’s plus an internship. By the time I’d be done with all that my child is going to be at least 10 years old.

Damn him! Damn him and his boyish charms and his mesmerizing green eyes and his sexy as hell body.

“Damn you Dean Winchester! I hate you. I wish I’d never met you,” I scream into the fluffy cushion. “I hope wherever you are that your dick falls off and you can’t do this to some other poor girl!”

Fuck, is all I can think. How many girls had he done this to? How many illegitimate babies did he have? He had said his family traveled a lot so there were probably girls all over who were pregnant or had bared his offspring.

"Fuck," I sigh. "If I get an STD because of him I'll hunt him down and kill him," I growled. I begin punching the pillow, pretending it is Dean’s face. I can’t believe him. How dare he take advantage of me like that!

But then I realize, he didn’t take advantage; I clearly gave him exactly what he wanted. ‘Dumbass! I am such a dumbass. I walked right into his trap and didn’t even understand what I was getting into. I was so dumbfounded and surprised that he wanted to talk to and hang out with me that I just followed him along like a lost puppy. And then I gave him the one thing that I could never get back. All because of a few words and some attention. How much of an idiot am I?’

Shaking my head at my stupidity I head to the bathroom to clean off my face and get prepared to confess to my parents. They are going to be so disappointed in me. It’s going to break their hearts. I’ve been talking about going to Harvard and becoming a psychologist since I was in middle school and now that is just a pipe dream. It won’t ever come true now.

I don’t have much of an appetite so I just push my food around on my plate. I feel bad about it because Mom had rushed home from work and went straight to cooking and now my stomach is all twisted up and I can’t eat. It looks like they are about to be finished with their dinner so I decided no better time than the present.

“Mom? Dad?” I begin. “We need to talk.”

“What is it sweetie?” My dad says as he gets up to put his plate in the sink. “Did you get a C in class or something?” he turns back to the table with a jesting grin on his face. “You know you don’t have to be completely perfect in everything.”

Mom and Dad have been telling me for years that I was pushing myself too hard. That it doesn't matter to them if I get straight A’s or not as long as I don’t fail. But I wanted to prove to them, and myself, that I could. And so far I had; I am only a few credits shy of graduating high school with honors.

“Oh, I’m not perfect,” I tell him, looking down at my hands in my lap. “Far from it actually. I-uh-I have some not so good news. You might even call it upsetting news.”

My parents both look at me, perplexed. Mom speaks up first, “What is it Rebecca? Are you dying? Do you have cancer or something?”

Leave it up to Mom to think about a worse-case scenerio. Of course in her mind, the most distressing would be that I only had a few months to live. Which, in this case, it’s kinda true. A few more months and life as I know it is over.

I pull the positive pregnancy test out of my hoodie pocket and lay it in the middle of the table. Clear as day, anyone can see what it is. My dad suddenly sits down and puts his head in his hands and Mom…well, Mom stands up, looks at me with pity and walks out of the dining room. A few minutes later, I hear their bedroom door slam shut.

The commotion brings Dad out of his stupor and he looks up at me. “How did this happen, Rebecca?” I quirk an eyebrow at him at the absurdity of his question. “I mean, I know how it happened. When?”

“Back in October. I hung out with this guy and his little brother and we watched a movie and ate pizza and popcorn. After the movie was over, his brother wanted to go to the arcade and it left me and Dean in the room, alone. One thing just led to another.” I finish with a shrug of my shoulders.

And just like I assumed, Dad begins badgering me with questions. “Who is he? Does he know about the baby yet? Is he going to step up and take care of it and you?”

I sigh before I answer. “His name is Dean. Dean Winchester. No, he doesn’t know and probably never will. He and his brother were staying in the motel across town while their dad was working. He’s gone now. Left the day after. I don’t know how to get in touch with him.”

Dad and I sat there in silence after I told him about Dean and how he was no longer around. I can see the steps of processing Dad is going through on his face. At first he is angry, livid even. Then he is just mad. But what breaks my heart is when my dad looks at me and all I can see is disappointment.

I feel like such a failure. I failed my parents and myself the moment I allowed Dean to come into my life. The moment I had sex with him.

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rosesisupposes · 5 years

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The Status Quo

Part 5 of Breakin’ Free, a High School Musical Sanders Sides AU

Chapter Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality (one-sided)

Chapter Warnings: Cliques, Roman Continues to Be Oblivious, Now Logan Is Too

word count: 3,411

Reader tags: @residentanchor @royally-anxious @bewarethegrammarpolice @jemthebookworm@arandompasserby @sparkly-rainbow-salt @astral-eclipse @thelowlysatsuma

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SCENE: Hallways of East High, the Next Day

“CALLBACKS?”

The entrance hall echoed with Dee Evans’ distressed screech. Cee stood with him, trying to calm him as they both studied the posted list in the entrance hall. The list had the expected handful of names for the singles roles, but for the first time in years, so did the leads.

“Callbacks for Arnold and Minnie, next Thursday, 3:30pm,” Cee read aloud. “Cee & Dee Evans, Virgil Montez & Roman Bolton.” He frowned in confusion.

“Is this some kind of joke? They didn't even audition!” Dee snapped.

“Maybe it’s a prank!” Cee said, eyes lighting up. “Maybe this is part of one of those online prank compilations! You have all those fans, maybe they’re just messing with you!”

“Excuse you, the Dee-Lights would never do this to me,” Dee said grumpily. “Just shut up, Cee!”

Behind them, the basketball team strolled in, led by Remy. Seeing the twins looking frustrated, Remy was ready to mock their distress without a second’s thought.

“What’s wrong, princess,” he drawled, looking over his sunglasses at the board in front of them. Then he read the names there, and his face fell.

“Whomst the fuck?”

He glared at Cee and Dee, as if this was their fault. Dee glared back with equal intensity as Cee nervously avoided eye contact with both of them. Remy turned on a heel and stormed off as his teammates stayed behind to stare, whispering among themselves.

SCENE: Lunchroom

Dee paced back and forth on the raised half of the lunchroom, still fuming. His brother and the rest of the drama club watched in varying degrees of nervousness, Joan’s the highest as they attempted to avoid the man’s notice.

“How dare that… Montez boy sign up! I've already picked out the colors for my dressing room!”

“And he hasn’t even asked our permission to join the drama club,” Cee said sympathetically.

“Someone’s gotta tell him the rules,” Dee muttered darkly.

“Exactly,” Cee said with a smile, then frowned. “Wait, what are the rules?”

Dee rolled his eyes at his twin and scowled down at the lunch room as a whole.

Below him, the basketball team and cheerleaders were chatting and tossing around Remy’s ball as they ate. Energy for the upcoming game was high without bordering on stress - they still had a whole week, after all. Even the current lack of their team captain didn’t bring them down.

Patton Baylor was with the team today, smiling near the center of the group and making sure everyone was heard. At a lull in the conversation, he spoke out to them all.

“You all know how much I love our squad, right?”

“Of course, Pat,” a cheerleader said with an adoring smile.

“And I love basketball too -- when I’m on a roll-”

“It’s nothing but net!” a teammate exclaimed with a whoop.

Patton grinned. “And that’s why I want to confess something to you all.”

The entire group turned to listen excitedly, and not a few students at other tables as well.

“Uh, Pat, are you sure that’s a good idea, don’t forget Valentine’s Day freshman year…” Remy said, sipping from a huge container of iced tea.

“What happened?” an underclassman asked.

“He publicly came out as pansexual and there was a literal stampede as everyone who’d thought they weren’t his type raced to get him a card or candy. The teachers had to step in as traffic control. I was almost killed in the rush, swear to god.”

Pat waved a hand. “No, nothing like that, Rem! It’s just -- well, if Roman is going to be a singer, I want to confess, too.” He took a deep breath, and smiled around the small circle of athletes. “I bake!”

“Excuse me, what?”

“I love to bake! Strudel, scones, cookies - even apple pandowdy!”

Rem snorted. “First of all, no, Ro is not singing, there was clearly a mistake. Secondly, why?”

“I just like it! Someday, I hope to make the perfect crème brûlée…”

Teammates whispered to each other nervously. One freshman finally said, “But Patton - you’re a basketball player. Are you leaving us?”

“What? Of course not! I just also like baking!” Patton said. His bright smile was starting to falter, and he had started to nervously run a hand through his mop of bouncy curls.

“Pat, babes, let me give you some advice, okay?” Remy said, drawing the taller man in close. “Don’t mess around, okay? The championship game is coming up, and we need every player focused. Just stick to the stuff you know, hun. It causes less problems.”

Patton nodded his understanding, but sank into silence as talk resumed, a mask of concern replacing his perpetual smile.

He barely listened to his teammates as lunch continued, which is how he noticed the disturbance happening at the next table over.

The science club members were busily working on assignments and extra reading when they were interrupted by one of the shorter members.

“Guys, I have a secret as well.”

“You do? Well, please share, Terrence!” a student across from him said, leaning in to listen.

“You all know how much I enjoy the natural sciences, particularly ornithology, but to be quite frank, my passion is hip hop, and dancing. And I’m good at it, too. I can pop and lock with the best of them.”

“Is that even legal?” another student asked, looking disgusted.

“It’s just dancing. But it’s just so much fun that sometimes I’ll practice instead of homework!”

“Terrence, that’s ridiculous. You’re on the decathlon team - you know we don’t have any time to spare on non-intellectual pursuits. If you want to be a good team member, you’ll focus on your work, not some ridiculous dancing. We can’t disrupt our current team balance if we want to advance - we need to maintain the status quo.”

Terrence sat, dejectedly. But he looked up and made eye contact with Patton. They shared a half-smile of understanding, then both left their tables. They found an empty table in the middle of the lunchroom, and started to chat about their ‘different’ interests.

Another voice sounded from across the room. A tall student at the skater table was catching his friends’ attention. “Fam, I got this need that I cannot deny, and I wanna come clean.”

“Speak you mind, my man!”

“I play the cello!”

“Awesome! What’s a cello?” asked another skater, staring in confusion.

The tall student mimed the instrument and bow.

“A saw?”

“No, my dude, it’s like a giant violin,” he responded, smiling.

“What? That’s not rad at all. You don’t have to wear a costume, do you?”

“Tux and tie, man!”

Another friend snorted in disgust. “I thought you wanted to be cool, Jamahl. That ain’t it.”

“But, I can still jam on it, it’s fun-”

“It’s a simple rule, dude. Pick your one thing and stick with it. You can’t pop an ollie and play a friggin’ cello.”

Jamahl turned away from the group, and caught Terrence and Patton’s eyes. He looked at the skater table in disappointment, and walked away, joining the smaller group.

Rumbles continued across the lunchroom. In every clique, there were people breaking away, sparked on by hearing others’ confessions. More and more people came to join Patton’s new table. A science club member bumped into a history buff and they recognized each other’s Doctor Who pins. A drama club girl trying to convince her friend to return to the table saw a band geek’s Hamilton t-shirt. The more people left their tables, the more they began to mix, until the groups were beginning to dissolve entirely.

Dee watched from above, fuming. “This is not what I meant by sharing the rules! I don’t understand. Something is...” he pursed his lips, searching for the correct word.

“Something’s not right!” Cee offered.

“Shut up, Cee. Something is wrong.”

The rumbles of mixed conversations below him were raising to a peak when Dee suddenly shouted through the room, “Everybody quiet!”

Virgil Montez had just entered the lunch room, Logan McKessie at his side. Called to attention by Dee’s shout, every student saw them and stared.

Virgil paled, seeing hundreds of faces turned in his direction. “Um, Logan, why is everybody staring at us?”

Logan looked around, adjusting his glasses. “Oh, they are not staring at us.” Virgil started to calm down when Logan continued, “They are just staring at you.”

He blanched with fear, trying to look for an escape route through the crowd. “Because of the callbacks? I can’t have people staring at me, Lo. I really, really can’t.”

Talk suddenly resumed at an even higher volume, parts of groups mixing while others tried to hold their members back, arguing loudly. Virgil edged through the crowd with Logan behind him, looking for a quiet corner where he could disappear. He clutched his lunch tray close to his chest, hoping he’d be able to eat his cheesy fries in peace somehow.

Logan stared at the crowds in confusion. Where was all this… mixing coming from? Were those science club team members talking to basketball players and skateboarders? With a start, he saw his science club protegé Terrence chatting happily with Patton Baylor. He hadn’t realized that the school sweetheart had ever even noticed people on the science team. Or, perhaps he’d been hoping he wouldn’t notice them. Somehow, the prospect of actually talking to the tall, friendly man was rather terrifying.

That is illogical, Logan, he is just a person. He offers no physical danger, he is just tall. The only thing about him that could cause harm is how his smile could probably make someone die from happiness.

Wait, what?

Logan shook his head to clear it of such odd thoughts, and in doing so noticed Dee Evans descending the stairs, staring directly at Virgil.

He attempted to get the shorter man’s attention, but as he tapped his shoulder, Virgil’s foot hit a patched of spilled milk and he slipped. His lunch tray went flying, airborne cheesy fries turning into greasy projectiles, all falling directly on Dee Evan’s perfectly coordinated green outfit.

Every student who saw the collision went silent, and the rest of the room followed suit as Dee began to scream.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, are you okay?” Virgil sputtered out, blushing a deep red that showed even on his golden-brown skin. Logan pulled him away as Dee began to hyperventilate and the teachers on lunch duty hurried over.

One was Ms. Darbus. “What is going on here?” she demanded, looking from Dee to Virgil.

Dee glanced at Virgil for the split second it took to make a decision. “Look at this!” he cried, his face the picture of dignified affront. “That Montez boy just dumped his lunch on me - on purpose! It's all part of their plan to ruin our musical. And those basketball robots are obviously behind it! Why do you think Roman auditioned?” He sniffed delicately, getting choked up. “After all the hard work you've put into this show. It just doesn't seem right.”

As he spoke, Roman walked into the lunchroom, eyes going wide at the scene in front of him. He sidled over to Remy and gestured to the the pandemonium and the sniffling Dee.

“Hey, Rem, what’s up?”

“What's up? Oh, let's see…ummm...” Remy said sarcastically, gesturing with his tea for effect. “Your new boyfriend or whatever is attacking our resident YouTube Princess, you missed free-period workout yesterday to audition for some heinous musical, and now suddenly people are... confessing.”

Roman turned slightly red. “Boyfriend? I don’t have a- wait, confessing? What?”

Patton was walking by, heading towards the exit, when Remy grabbed him and pushed him in from of Roman.

“Exhibit A. This bitch is baking. Cream boolay or some shit.”

“Oh, what’s that?” Roman asked

“Crème brûlée!” Patton said, practically vibrating with excitement. “Oh, it's a creamy custard-like filling with a caramelized surface. It's really satisfy-”

“Shut UP, Pat!” Remy groaned.

Patton went silent, dejected, and walked away, looking like he was trying to hide in plain sight. For a six-foot-seven basketball player, it was nigh impossible, but Jamahl and the skaters caught him and struck up a conversation.

Remy gestured angrily at the group. “You see what’s happening? Our team is coming apart because of this dumb singing thing. The drama geeks, the brainiacs, they all think they can talk to us. Look, the skater dudes are… mingling.”

Roman stared at his best friend. “Is that… bad?”

“Suddenly people are thinking that they can do other stuff. Stuff that is not their stuff. They've got you thinking about show tunes, when we've got a playoff game next week!” Remy said, exasperated. “The team needs you, Ro. You’re the captain. Without you, we have no leader. You know you’re my bro, but you need to decide where your focus is gonna be, and I hope you decide fast.”

He pushed his sunglasses back over his eyes and left the lunchroom, leaving Roman alone.

In the corner, Virgil was sitting with Logan, trying his best to hide from Dee and the rest of the drama club.

“Is Dee going to hunt me down? I did apologize and it was clearly an accident, right?”

“Virgil, I have not gone out of my way to learn more about the Evans twins, but I have been in their class since we were children. And no one has ever beaten Dee out for a role he had set his mind to, not since kindergarten.”

Virgil gulped. “I’m not trying to beat anyone out! We didn't even audition, we were just... singing.”

“I do not know that you will be able to convince him of that.” Logan responded, adjusting his glasses. “He is an admittedly talented actor, one who can happily and easily play characters of any gender. And he is incredibly ambitious. If he could convince Ms. Darbus to let him play both Romeo and Juliet, even Cee would be pushed out.”

“He’s welcome to it. This audition thing, it just happened. But… I actually liked it, a lot,” Virgil said, a small smile spreading across his face. “Logan, do you ever feel like there's this whole other person inside of you just looking for a way to come out?”

Logan stared back. “No.”

Virgil grimaced and looked down, embarrassed, before Logan continued. “You see, I have already come out, several years ago.”

Virgil looked up again, making eye contact with a straight-faced Logan. “Mr. McKessie, was that a joke?”

“Of course not. Jokes are for non-serious people. I, however, am very serious. See, I wear a necktie.”

Virgil snorted as they both walked out of the lunchroom. He was fairly certain he spotted the hint of an amused smirk on Logan’s face, too.

After their next class, he discovered a note stuck in his locker. A crude map of the school was drawn with a red arrow looping around it. It was signed with a smiley face, and a big red R.

SCENE: Rooftop Garden

Virgil climbed the stairs to the roof, only to find a huge trellis covered in green life. Shelves and pots of cacti and succulents surrounded him. Roman was waiting on a bench, grinning.

“Dang, basketboy. It’s like walking into the wilderness up here.”

“Not as wild as that cafeteria, right?”

“Oh god,” Virgil said, covering his face. “Don’t remind me. Not even a full week at a new school and I’ve already humiliated myself into the next century.”

“Nooo, don’t worry about it. They’ll forget with the next public breakup. It’ll be fine.”

Virgil sighed, trying to relax. “So what is this place? Your secret hideout?”

“Yeah, basically,” Roman said with a grin, admiring the view. “Thanks to a couple key members of the science club, the team has no idea it exists.”

Virgil felt a weight in his stomach again. “You really have the school wired, don’t you? Seems like everyone wants to be your friend, or do you favors, or be with- be around you.”

Luckily, it seemed Roman hadn’t noticed his slip of the tongue, caught his own contemplation. “Oh yeah, I’m everyone’s Prince Charming. Right up until we lose.”

“Is it hard, being the coach’s son?”

“He makes me practice harder, which isn’t always a bad thing. I just don't know what he's gonna say when he finds out about the singing.”

Virgil grimaced. “You worried?”

“It’s just…” Roman started, then stopped and sighed.

“We don’t have to talk about it-” Virgil began, but Roman shook his head.

“No, I want to talk about it. I never really can, not with the team. The thing is, my parents’ friends are always saying ‘Your son is The Basketball Guy. You must be so… proud.’” His lips twisted in a wry smile. “I am proud of the team and how well we work together. They’re my best friends, and they trust me to lead them. But sometimes, I don’t want to be ‘the basketball guy,’ I just want to be a guy, you know?”

Virgil nodded, then realized Roman was staring off into the distance and couldn’t see him. “I do know. But I saw you talking with Joan the other day, the way you treated them. Do your friends even know that version of you?”

“To the team, I’m the captain, and the playmaker,” Roman responded quietly. “That’s what they need me to be.”

“Then they don’t really know you, do they?” Virgil asked. “I mean it when I say I get it. At every school before this one, I’ve been the weird gloomy science boy. At least, until some asshole outed me and I became the weird gloomy bisexual science boy. I’ve actually had a fresh start here - I’ve been just me, whoever that is.”

“Still a little gloomy, or at least emo,” Roman said, pointing to Virgil’s purple hair with a lopsided grin.

“Guilty as charged, princey-boy,” Virgil retorted. “The weirdest thing is that yesterday, in auditions… while singing with you, I just felt like a boy.”

“You even look like one, too,” Roman said, faking shock. Virgil stuck his tongue out at him.

They both sat, surrounded by plants and silence, staring over the desert landscape that surrounded the school. Virgil finally broke the comfortable silence.

“You know, it’s funny, being surrounded by plants, I can’t help thinking about being a little kid again. When I was in kindergarten, I actually got married to my friends.”

“Friends, plural?”

“Oh yeah. A girl and boy, at the same time. The ceremony was under the willow tree and we all had flower crowns. It was very moving. I mean, the flower crowns were actually just handles of clovers we’d pulled out of the grass and dropped on each other’s hair, but still.”

Roman laughed. “Well now I feel lame. The most exciting thing that happened to me in kindergarten was Remy moving across town. He finally moved next door and I got to see him every day instead of just most days. Little did I know I could have been in marital bliss all these years.”

“Unfortunately, that was right before my mom’s ex left, and we moved for the first time. I’ve been in so many schools over the years since then. But you know the one thing I really miss? The first couple of moves, I’d meet a new kid, and they’d know nothing about me, but ten seconds later we’d be playing like we’d been friends for life. Once you get older, everyone’s more cut off, and not as willing to talk to the new kid. That’s how I became this anxious emo mess,” he said, with a gesture to all of himself. “But New Year’s, and yesterday… singing with you feels like being in kindergarten again. It’s just easy.”

Roman looked over. Virgil was smiling, his face more open and lit up than he’d ever seen him. His golden-brown cheeks were practically glowing.

“I never thought about it before you - singing, I mean,” Roman found his eyes slipping down and getting caught on the boy’s full lips and pulled his glance away, hoping his blush would go unnoticed. “But um. I’ve also liked it. The singing.”

Virgil looked over. “Roman, do you want to actually do this? The callbacks?”

Roman thought a moment, then met the other boy’s eyes. A grin spread across his face. “Just call me the weird callback boy, My Chemically-Inclined Romance.”

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For Now and Forever

So I wrote a thing for @musicalravencreates's Unusual Format Challenge. The concept came fron @amirrorcalledthemoon so go thank her.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12530888

Hope you like it!

Her hand was too cold. His hand was so soft and warm. It made hers feel good.

His heart was too weak. Her heart was caring and strong. It made his feel safe.

Suzy the ‘emo.’ Suzy, the gothic beauty None gave credit to.

Arin the dropout. Arin, the ‘nerd’ and sissy Who liked Sailor Moon.

No one really thought They’d be a happy couple. Not that they had cared.

And yet, here they were, Dressed in tuxedo and dress With red elegance.

Shoes against tar road Made soft thumping sounds on the Path to the high school.

Off they went to dance, To crash the thrilling party: ‘97 Prom.

If not to gain fame, At least they'd have fun. Who'd Even be watching?

They entered stage left, The school gym wide and empty For the play to start.

Blasting music of Ace of Base and Backstreet Boys Filled the crowded room.

The protagonists Sat themselves down as to view The scene of the dance.

Other performers Divided themselves into Cliques of happy few.

From the 'ladies' who Labelled Suzy down boomed out Giggles and gossips.

Yells were abundant From groups of male jocks and nerds, Clustered animals.

Some stood sparse from all. Some stayed at the snack table, Doubting the party.

If Arin arrived The lonesome he was in classes, He'd be quite like them.

It seemed as if the Dance floor was just the lunchroom Evolved like Pokemon.

The script didn't seem To need the outcast couple Out on the dance floor.

The loud-mouthed Socs Had already got blonde girls To take their limelight.

Besides, for Arin, Sitting with Suzy was more Than enough for him.

Soft piano played, Meaning everyone turned to Their romance partners.

A slow drum beat and Guitars played a rhythm for The students’ slow dance.

Cheerleader and jock Paired up and placed their hands On waists and shoulders.

Their shuffling dances Somehow reminded Arin Of middle school days.

Their dance must've been The most child-friendly thing they've Done for the whole night.

Arin, not willing To make such show in public, Kept himself seated.

Suzy, however, Would not spend the active night Moping for some fun.

Reaching out her hand, Suzy invited her dear To join her in waltz.

They tiptoed into The crowd of couples, sneaking Onto the dance floor.

They took position Just in time for the next song, One more slow ballad.

Arin couldn’t help But giggle at the moment, To Shania Twain.

Their hands interlocked, And Arin gazed into two Lovely silver eyes.

“You’re still the one I Run to, the only one I Dream of, kiss good night.”

"You're Still The One" kept The lovers' feet tapping in Slow, soothing rhythm.

From left to right, they Shuffled their feet quite like The other couples.

“Ain’t nothing better. We beat the odds together. Glad we didn’t listen.”

Swaying to the strum, Feet moving in synchrony, Their smiles kept shining.

Suzy's red dress made Such contrast, she seemed at the Center of the room.

“But just look at us Holding on, still together, Still going strong.”

Nothing else mattered. All they needed for now was Their enchanting sway.

The entire room Could've been watching them dance, And he wouldn't care.

It was magical How doubtless the two moved like An animation.

The two dancers flowed In harmonius movement, Souls glued like their hands.

Fragment of rainbow, Unique as itself, yet still An awe when complete.

To the other, they’d Give their all and keep themselves, Let them hold on still.

They had dreams of joy, Of a life still side by side, A decade or more.

But that was years past. Senior prom turned to a year, Then multiple more.

A red floor-length dress Turned to white with a silk sash And a wedding ring.

They had kept their vows Of staying by each other, For better or worse.

Their teenage hopes of Eternal love remained, for Now and forever.

#musicalravencreates #egoflap #polygrumps #i swear every word counts when you're writing in goddamn haikus #it was fun though #hey kat ya like this?

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"Glee" ran from 2009 to 2015 and the musical dramedy oftentimes used clothes to help characterize the cast's distinct personalities

Some characters, like Rachel and Tina, change their style significantly as they grow from teenage outcasts to ambitious and confident young adults.

Others, like Emma and Kurt, have a signature style throughout the show's run.

Warning: Major spoilers ahead.

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The musical high-school dramedy "Glee" ran on Fox from 2009 to 2015 and along the way, it showcased a lot of memorable fashions.

The singing and dancing cheerleaders, jocks, geeks, and outcasts of the fictional William McKinley High School may have been characterized first and foremost by their place in the social hierarchy, but their personalities came through in their music — and, in some part, their clothes.

Here are the first and last outfits of 20 major characters from "Glee."

SEE ALSO: 34 of the best 'Glee' performances of all time

We only see a glimpse of Rachel Berry's outfit during her first appearance.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

Rachel's very first appearance is when she witnesses the former choir teacher inappropriately touching a male student. She looks on, wearing a tortoiseshell headband, a knotted pearl necklace, and what appears to be a black jacket with a flower decal.

Her final look is a simple white dress.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

When we last see Rachel, it's on the series' final scene — a musical number featuring the majority of the show's cast.

She's wearing a simple white shift dress and red heels, looking just as feminine but significantly more grown-up than when she kicked off the series as a high-school sophomore.

Finn Hudson's first look is athletic and casual.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

Despite being the quarterback, Finn doesn't kick off the series in a jersey. Instead, he's wearing a slightly preppy layered look in neutral colors, possibly hinting at the fluid social status he'll have at the school as the show progresses.

His final look is a button-down plaid shirt.

Last appearance: 4.19, "Sweet Dreams"

Finn's last physical appearance is as a college student who is helping out the glee club in his spare time. For his final look, he's dressed in a grown-up plaid button-down.

This is the last episode the late Cory Monteith acted in as Finn and is the final episode the character appears in. He later appears a few more times in photos in his memorial episode, "The Quarterback," and in flashbacks from the season-six episode "2009."

Quinn Fabray's first look is, unsurprisingly, a cheer uniform.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

When we first meet Quinn, she's laughing at Rachel's overly eager YouTube channel and wearing her Cheerios uniform with her tiny cross necklace.

Her final look is an elegant red lace dress.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Yale student Quinn returns for the final number in McKinley school colors, red and white, but this time she's in a red lace dress, looking as prim and polished as ever.

Kurt Hummel's first look includes a statement jacket.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

The first time he appears, Kurt is about to be thrown into a dumpster. He's wearing a blue moto jacket and carrying a brown leather bag, which Finn allows him to spare from the trash toss.

His final look is topped off with white ankle boots.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Fashion has always been serious business for Kurt and so it remains. For the final number, he wears a Commes de Garcons shirt, red tie, red pants, a patterned belt, and white booties.

Artie Abrams' first look is mostly white.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

From day one, Artie's look has been "geek chic." He first appears in a white shirt buttoned to his chin, khakis, loafers, glasses — and the little white gloves for performing the tune "Sit Down, You're Rocking the Boat."

His final look is a simple red polo.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Artie's geek-chic style stays pretty consistent through the series. He's not wearing driving gloves (or any kind of gloves) when we see him last, but he is wearing a red polo with khakis and a brown belt.

Tina Cohen-Chang's first look is dark and adorned with chains.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

Tina starts off with a deliberate goth-inspired look, complete with a studded and chained belt, knee-high socks, fingerless gloves, multiple key necklaces, and blue streaks in her hair.

Her final look is much brighter.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Tina's style change may be one of the most pronounced throughout the series. After her goth-girl beginnings during the first couple of seasons, she ends up shedding the accessories and dark colors for more fitted, contemporary outfits.

Her last look is a white blouse with a fun cut and bright-red pants.

Brittany S. Pierce also kicks off the series in a cheer uniform.

First appearance: 1.2, "Showmance"

Brittany first shows up as a quiet Cheerio and celibacy-club member, blending in with her cheer uniform and side-swept bangs.

Her final look is a flowy top with red pants.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

When Brittany shows up during the final performance, she's wearing a swingy white fringe shirt, which, much like her Cheerios skirt, has a lot of movement and pairs well with her energetic dance abilities.

Mercedes Jones first takes the stage in a shiny jacket.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

Mercedes first appears at her audition for glee club wearing a gold bomber jacket over layered purple tees with a purple plaid beret and a big, shiny necklace.

Her final look is nearly all red.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Mercedes' look also streamlines by the show's end. For her final appearance, she wears a red peplum top, floral pants, and wedge heels.

Santana Lopez also kicks off the series in a uniform.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

Santana is also making fun of Rachel's videos when we first meet her and she's huddled up with other Cheerios in uniform.

Her final outfit is a belted white dress.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Santana is last seen in a stylish and modern white lace dress with a front zipper and a thin red belt.

Will Schuester's first look is polished and cool.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

Will lets us know right off the bat that he's a cool teacher, if somewhat downtrodden and oblivious, when he rolls up in his lemon wearing shiny sunglasses and an otherwise straight-laced outfit.

His final look is a red sweater, collard shirt, and jeans.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Schu looks professional and a little more relaxed in his last appearance. He's wearing a shirt and tie layered under a red sweater, paired with jeans and sneakers. His hair also seems to be a little less stiff, which Sue would probably approve of.

Sue Sylvester's first look is perfect for her role.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

Coach Sylvester first appears during the show's very first scene in her soon-to-be-signature tracksuit in bright WMHS red, plus a little necklace.

Her final look is ... exactly what you'd expect.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Sue's last appearance isn't so different from her first — she's still making self-aggrandizing cracks and wearing a red tracksuit.

This time, her tracksuit has the seal of the Vice President of the United States and her glasses point to the humbling wisdom she's acquired since her introduction as the glee club's antagonist.

Emma Pillsbury's first look is fitted and preppy.

First appearance: 1.1, "Pilot"

Emma first appears walking into the faculty lunchroom in one of her signature, put-together ensembles, consisting of a purple cardigan, yellow beaded necklace, knotted blouse, and yellow shoes.

Her final look includes a cardigan and hat.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Emma's style is another that doesn't change much, even as her character develops. For the last musical number, she's wearing a white dress, oversized hat, and red cardigan emblazoned with a ribbon.

Blaine Anderson's first look is his most popular one.

First appearance: 2.6, "Never Been Kissed"

Blaine first appears when Kurt visits Dalton Academy to spy on the Warblers. He's polished in his Dalton uniform, which consists of a striped tie and navy blazer with red trim.

His final look is topped off with a bow tie.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Still preppy and dapper, Blaine joins the glee club for the final song wearing a red gingham shirt, red pants, and a bow tie, which has become his signature accessory.

Mike Chang's first look is a uniform.

First appearance: 1.4, "Preggers"

When he first appears, Mike Chang is one of the football players who is forced to practice dance steps with glee club. He shows up ready to groove in his practice uniform.

It's tough to capture his final look, but the fast-moving dancer dons a red collared shirt for the finale.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Mike dances onstage during the last number (with his fellow football player Matt, who's been off-the-grid since the first season). He wears a red-and-white polo and slim-fitting white pants.

Sam Evans' first look purposely shows off his arms.

First appearance: 2.1, "Audition"

Sam is first seen at football practice wearing a gray sleeveless hoodie and red athletic shorts — and, of course, he's sporting his surfer-style blond hair.

His final look includes a major hair change.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Sam is still showing off his physique on the show's finale, albeit in a more subtle way, with a fitted, white pocketed shirt. He's now sporting a hairstyle that's swooped up and out of his eyes.

Kitty Wilde's first look is, of course, a cheer uniform.

First appearance: 4.1, "The New Rachel"

Kitty, or, "New Quinn," first appears as most Cheerios do — in her uniform. Her hair is up in a performance-regulation ponytail and she's only accessorizing with tiny stud earrings.

Her final look is a simple white dress.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Like the rest of the Cheerios, Kitty starts and ends glamorously. Her last outfit is a high-necked white bodycon dress with cutouts on the sides.

Marley Rose's first outfit is green and quirky.

First appearance: 4.1, "The New Rachel"

Shy but talented Marley first appears wearing a green T-shirt, floral skirt, tiny necklace, and a gray newsboy cap.

Her final look is fun and colorful.

Last appearance: 5.13, "New Directions"

For her last appearance, Marley is wearing another quirky and feminine ensemble — a belted lace dress, a circle scarf, and argyle tights.

Ryder Lynn first appears in a football jersey.

First appearance: 4.5, "The Role You Were Born to Play"

Ryder is first seen when Finn is out scouting for talent for the glee production of "Grease." A new member of the football team, he's first seen doing an end-zone dance in his practice uniform.

He's nearly unrecognizable in his final look.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Ryder is among the many singing, dancing glee clubbers dressed in McKinley colors for the final number. He wears a red sweater with white pants.

Jake Puckerman shows up in a hoodie and plain T-shirt.

First appearance: 4.1, "The New Rachel"

Jake, the new bad boy and younger Puckerman brother, first appears in a slouchy gray hoodie over a white T-shirt.

His final outfit is a red collared top.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Having come out of his troubled shell, Jake is no longer hiding behind drab colors and a bad attitude. He wears an all-red ensemble to join the glee club for its final number of the series.

Unique Adams first appears in a toned-down preppy look.

First appearance: 3.16, "Saturday Night Glee-ver"

When Unique first comes to McKinley, she's only wearing dresses and wigs while she is performing onstage. The rest of the time, she's going by her dead name and dressing in more masculine clothes, like this plain sweater vest and gingham shirt.

Unique's final look is a belted red number.

Last appearance: 6.13, "Dreams Come True"

Unique has come into her own by the show's end. She performs the final number wearing a red blouse and red skirt with a chunky white belt. She has curled, highlighted hair, and she's accessorized with white jewelry.

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