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Hi! Since you are writing for Finn could you please write about the gaga episode including the reader and they help him with his red outfit or the rocky horror episode? Thank you!

❥ hi sweetheart! MY FIRST GLEE REQUEST AAAAA im so excited, i hope you like this! (so sorry this is so late!)

theatricality rewritten pairing: finn hudson x gn!reader genre: platonic, fluff, sorta angst(?) warnings: finn being sortaaa homophobic, mention of the f slur, finn being a jerk, this is like so bad im so sorry word count: 1.9k

the halls of mckinley were filled with students roaming around, conversing with one another while someone was just trying to put their books back into their locker. y/n swore as the books inside their locker fell out and plopped onto the floor, “how the hell does this even happen, i put them sideways for god’s sake.” they whispered to themselves, bending down to grab them before rearranging their positions. as they were putting their books back in, finn hudson had approached them.

“hey, y/n.” they looked up, “oh, hey finn. what’s up?” y/n asked as they closed their locker, “so many things are up. so many damn things.” he exasperatedly said, leaning his back on the wall. 

finn and y/n had been friends ever since pre-school, they used to be best friends but some things change. they both reconnected when they joined the glee club around the same time. “what is it now? rachel? quinn? puck?” “kurt.” y/n whistled lowly, “that’s a new one.” they started to walk down the hallway to head to the glee club. “what about him?” “well, my mom made us move in with him and his dad, and now- now, i’ve got to share a room with him! like the dude’s fine and all, sure, but i need my privacy and he kinda makes me feel, i don’t know, uncomfortable?” finn rambled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as his flannel brushed to the side.

y/n only chuckled, “why on earth does he make you uncomfortable?” their question makes finn fidget a bit, “he just… i’m so sure he likes me. it’s obvious. sharing a room with him is like sharing a room with a girl that likes me.” y/n gave him a weird look, “okay, i’ll pretend you didn’t just compare kurt to a girl and that you think he likes you-” “i’m not thinking it! he does!” they sighed, “right. look, if it bothers you that much, sleep in the living room. it isn’t that complicated, finn.” finn huffed and nodded as they entered the choir room.

he sat beside tina, who was looking a little off today and that’s when it clicked. “you aren’t wearing your usual goth look, t. what happened?” y/n asked her as they sat beside finn, “figgins thinks she’s a vampire and said if she wore goth any time soon, she’d get suspended.” mercedes explained, “what.” y/n deadpanned, in disbelief that their principal actually believes vampires are real.

“it’s so weird.” “this so isn’t you.” artie and finn commented, “i feel like an asian branch davidian.” tina expressed woefully, will frowned at her state. “tina, are there any other looks you can try?” mr. schuester’s question started a plenty of suggestions. “biker chick?” “cowgirl?” “hood rat.” “computer programmer!” “cross-country skier.” “catholic schoolgirl?” “a happy-meal, no onions… or a chicken.” everyone looked at brittany with concern before tina had enough of their ideas.

“look, i appreciate it, guys, but it just isn’t me. i know who i am, and i’m not allowed to show it. it’s like communism.” she begrudgingly comments before rachel stomped into the room, fervent as always.

“guys, we have a serious problem. you know, i’ve been doing some deep background on vocal adrenaline-” “isn’t that against the rules?” artie asked her, “no, not at all- or, probably. whatever!” schue shook his head at her answer, but rachel didn’t really seem to care. “anyway, what i figured out, i rooted through the dumpsters behind the carmel auditorium and i found 18 empty boxes of christmas lights.” tina’s eyes widened, “oh, no.” “which led me to joelle fabrics. i asked them about red chantilly lace and they were sold out!” rachel exclaimed and now the girls and kurt looked entirely worried. “oh, sweet jesus.” “oh, my.” mercedes and him commented, a few of the guys looked confused.

mr. schuester looked at rachel, “what?” “they’re doing gaga.” kurt explained while mercedes and rachel expressed how screwed they were. “we should have guessed it. they’re going full out theatricality. they know it’s the easiest way to beat us. damn them!” y/n took a deep breath in, they were definitely screwed.

“what’s up with this gaga dude? he just dresses weird, right? like bowie?” puck’s question made rachel scoff, “lady gaga is a woman! she’s only the biggest pop act to come along in decades! she’s boundary-pushing! the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her looks faster than britt changes sexual partners.” “that’s true.” she agreed as kurt went on a rant about how amazing lady gaga is.

“it makes sense that vocal adrenaline would pay homage. it’s a brilliant move. she’s a perfect fit for them.” artie muttered, “now, hold on a second.” schue spoke up, “we might be able to kill two birds with one stone here. we can help tina find a new look and find a competitive number for regionals.” tina smiled as y/n held her hand encouragingly.

“this week, your assignment: gaga.” a round of whispers filled the room as the girls and kurt began to plot, rachel announced the ideas were coming to her, needing a pen and paper before mr. schuester pointed at his office. the boys, however, didn’t look too happy about it. y/n was pretty neutral on the topic. 

after the glee meeting, both finn and y/n walked side-by-side in the hallway as they headed to class. they turned to finn, “you look excited about gaga.” they commented sarcastically but finn didn’t catch that. “what? i’m not-” “i know. i was being sarcastic, you big doof.” y/n smiled, “come on, it isn’t so bad. lady gaga’s got some catchy hits, like just dance.” finn tilted his head, “of course, you don’t know that song. why did i even mention it?” they muttered to themselves, looking around the hallway with a bored expression.

finn let out an annoyed grunt, “why are we always doing the things the girls wanna do?” he wondered out loud, y/n pressed their lips into a firm line. “well, if that’s how you feel, then why don’t you express it to mr. schue? i’m sure he’ll understand your point of view. sometimes.” the tall boy nodded, slowly smiling. “maybe i will.” he simply said before turning back around to head to mr. schuester’s office. “aaand there he goes.” y/n quietly commented, continuing their journey to history class.

gaga week had gone extremely well, other than karofsky and azimio picking on tina and kurt, and rachel finding out that vocal adrenaline’s coach was her mom. finn had also convinced mr. schue to allow the boys to do a song by the band kiss instead of lady gaga.

y/n was getting text spams and long rants every five minutes from finn about how much of a hassle it was to live with kurt, it was honestly starting to get on their nerves. they didn’t care about it much until they got a text from the quarterback saying he had called kurt a slur when he was blinded by rage. 

finn drove to their house and was immediately met with an upset face. “i cannot believe you called him that!” they yelled as finn fell onto their bed with his hands on his face, “i know, dude. i feel really bad about it, too.” he groaned in frustration, mad at himself for being such a jerk.

“i wanna make it up to him, but i just don’t know how.” finn muttered, staring up at their bedroom’s ceiling. y/n fiddled with their oversized t-shirt before their eyes lingered on a specific costume that was hung on their closet door; their gaga costume. y/n smirked, “i have an idea.” they slyly turned towards their best friend who raised his head up with a questionable look on his face.

with that, they spent the entire night fashioning up a theatricality costume for the boy as a way to show his support for kurt and that he was different from the other guys on the football team who would judge and scrutinise everything the glee club did.

the next day, since it was the end of the week, everyone had decided to go to school in their costumes. y/n didn’t mind but it was a bit uncomfortable to get to and from class in white latex tights.

“woah! guys, why are you all in your theatricality costumes?” mr. schue asked as he walked into the choir room, “it’s the end of the week. we were kind of hoping to learn what the lesson of the assignment was.” artie told him, “well, um, you guys have had some great numbers this week but i’m not sure that i know either.” he confessed and the rest of the club chuckled with him before a voice spoke up.

“i do.” tina walked into the room in her usual goth attire, “goth tina! you’re back!” y/n exclaimed, beaming at her. the girl smiled at their enthusiasm, “i refuse to dress like somebody i’m not to be somebody i’m not, and i learned it’s good to be a little theatrical.” she said before taking a bow as everyone applauded. “there she is! she’s back!” mr. schue encouragingly announced, patting her on the back.

artie looked around amidst all the cheering, realising that two people were missing. “wait, where’s kurt? and where’s finn?” his question made everyone look around, before the revelation hit y/n. “guys, we need to go find them. now.” the entire club ventured out together through the hallways to find the two guys, which they did.

“oh my god.” “what is finn wearing?” santana stated and quinn asked, in shock. “he wanted to make up for something he did to kurt so i helped him with his gaga costume.” y/n explained, “problem was that we could only use this old shower curtain i found in my attic.” they added, snickering at the sight of their friend wearing a red, rubber-looking dress. they walked towards them as they noticed karofsky and azimio were once again bullying them. “‘cause i’m pretty sure we can take the both of you.” “yeah, but can you take all of us?” puck quipped as they backed finn up.

“okay. okay, i get it. i took biology. you know what, karofsky? we done disturbed the freak hive! the worker freaks is trying to protect the queen freak.” azimio mocked, “next time, we’ll bring some friends, too.” karofsky threatened before the two jocks walked away from the group.

rachel took off her shades, “i’m tired of everyone calling us freaks.” she complained, “well, look at us. we are freaks.” mercedes joked as everyone laughed along. finn smiled at this, “but we’re all freaks together, and we shouldn’t have to hide it.” he told them before sudden clapping attracted their attention. 

“nice job, finn. think you just figured out what the lesson was, kinda makes me wish i’d planned it.” mr. schue joked, “but mercedes is right, you do all look incredibly insane.” y/n smiled and turned to finn, high-fiving one another. “told you my plan would work.” they whispered to him as he rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah. you’re always right, i get it.” y/n only punched him lightly on his shoulder as they all began to walk back to the choir room.

no doubt about it, allan is definitely the type of guy to call someone a silly goose

love how the barbie movie fans are split into three categories:

- the extremely long paragraphs of revelation of how hard it is to be a woman

- the kenough/kenergy/horses memes

- allan

okay, i see you paris, texas, new lana del rey fave

❥ heart to heart | chapter two

pairing: abner krill x oc genre: best friends to lovers! warnings: angsty wangsty, very short oof, mention of murder word count: 1.9k masterlist: heart to heart last chapter: chapter one next chapter: -

eden yawned as best as she could with the head gear that was somewhat like a scold’s bridle that was placed over her head and mouth. she was very tired from everything she had to deal with over the last week. not only did she get arrested, she had to deal with the press, had barely any time to say goodbye to nellie, wyatt, viola or abner, and to top it all off, she was sent to good ol’ belle reve.

her cell guard opened the door, “you got a few visitors, ‘37.” she said, making eden flinch at the sound of the name. she got up, “can’t you just call me eden, flora?” she asked, muffled. flora pressed her lips together, “you know i can’t do that.” she told her, holding onto her as they walked to the non-contact visits room. when she got there, she turned to the woman. “could you take this off? kinda hard to talk with it on me.” eden said, pointing at the mouth guard. flora sighed and took it off before moving her to sit at the first counter. 

she stretched her mouth muscles before picking up the phone, “hi there, wy.” she greeted with a lazy tone, looking unbothered. “hi, eddie.” he greeted back with the nickname he fashioned for her a long while ago.

“weren’t planning on telling me and nel that you escaped from a lab facility that was experimenting on you and that you killed all the scientists and guards?” eden remained expressionless. “i’m pretty sure you would have called the police, wy.” “no, i wouldn’t have. you’re like a daughter to me, kiddo.” he said, his gaze softening. “it’s not right that they’re keeping you here.” eden sighed heavily, “i killed people, wy. yes, they did horrible, unspeakable things to me, but i killed them, and that’s a crime. the last person alive has to take the blame, and i don’t mind. i’m happy i was able to spend the last ten years with freedom, with you and nellie, and viola. i got to see the stars at least more than once, and that’s enough for me.” wyatt wasn’t one to cry or get too emotional, but seeing her behind the glass accepting her fate and not even trying to defend herself, it hurt him.

he stayed quiet for a bit before speaking up again. “there’s someone else here to see you.” wyatt told her, eden nodded as he left to go get them. the person who came in fidgeted as he took a seat. eden smiled at them as she picked up the phone, “hello, abner.” she greeted, happy to see him.

abner looked horrible. it seemed that her whole situation definitely affected him. his facial hair had grown much more since a week ago, it was much more prominent. the bags and dark circles under his eyes were also very visible, he hadn’t been sleeping. “abner, you look like you just came back to life-” “i miss you.” he cut her off immediately, tears threatening to escape his eyes. eden was trying to lighten the mood with a joke but it didn’t seem like it would work. “i miss you too, abbie.” she said, fiddling with the end of her shirt. abner sniffled, “it’s not fair. those people deserved to die.” eden gave him a small smile. “nobody deserves to die, abner. it’s not my job, or anyone else’s job to decide who gets to live or die. we don’t have the right to do so. i was wrong to do what i did.” she suddenly let out a choked sob, “and i ended up killing everyone, even the other patients, the kids. it was all my fault.” seeing her crying was something abner was not used to. he had never even seen her cry this much before.

abner didn’t know what to do, or say. he couldn’t even hug her to comfort her since she was behind the glass. then, he thought he should say exactly that. “if i could right now, i-i would hug you, and- and tell you everything is not your fault.” he nervously said, “you’re human, and you lashed out and made a mistake, and that’s okay. those kids are in a better place now thanks to you. they would have been in misery if they stayed in that lab any longer, ed.” eden looked up from her lap and stared at abner through her blurry vision. she wiped the tears from her face.

“i’m sorry i told you i love you, abner. now, you have to deal with me being in here and i’ll probably never be able to hug you ever again.” she apologised, her voice cracking. “i'm such an idiot." "no. you aren't." he adamantly said, determined to get his point across. "i am so happy you told me. it’s not your fault, you didn’t know they’d found you are that they’d been following you for a month now.” he teared up, “i’m going to visit you every day and-” “belle reve doesn’t allow more than three 1-hour visits per week, ab.” eden cut him off and he huffed in frustration, “then, i’ll visit you every gosh darn week! back-to-back with a day break! i’ll visit you on monday, wednesday, friday and repeat!” he shouted, slamming his hand on the table.

abner slid back into his chair, “this isn’t fair.” he whispered, but not to eden, to himself. abner looked back up at her and found her staring at him with her old, empty, black eyes. “life’s never fair.” she simply said, her lips falling into a flat line. in a matter of moments, she was entirely detached and that terrified him. being terrified was nothing new to him though, was it?

as days passed by, eden only spent time in her cell. she had asked for a book or two, and they allowed her to have a few. the most annoying part of being at belle reve was the fact that she constantly got ridiculed for having to wear the scold bridle. even if it did annoy the living shit out of her, she honestly didn’t care, she couldn’t care. plus, she was able to take it off during meal times and when she wanted to brush her teeth so it wasn't so bad. eden had been warned many times that if she even thought about spitting at one of the guards, she’d get tasered and sent to solitary.

as a year passes by, time has never been slower yet faster. eden spent most of her time sleeping or doing chores around the facility. she made a friend, the only problem was that the friend liked rats.

“i still don’t understand why out of all the animals your father could have chosen, he had to choose a rat.” eden mumbled as she played around with her plate of food as she sat opposite of her friend, cleo cazo, also known as ratcatcher 2. “what’s with the judgement, eddie?” “do not call me that, caz.” the older girl warned as she glared at cleo who only gave her a cheeky grin. “sorry.” she was not sorry when she said this. the two of them always spent a lot of time together, mostly because when cleo doesn’t feel like talking to her pet rat, sebastian, she talks to eden. eden usually just endures it, she didn’t like to talk when using her dehumanising muzzle.

after lunch, cleo had decided to go back to her cell early because she wanted to sleep. eden looked around the lunch room until a familiar head of hair stopped her in her tracks. there was no way that was him, right?

she slowly got up from her table and made her way to the man that sat at the table in another corner. he kept his head down, his black hair covering his eyes. there was no doubt about it, this was him. “abner?” eden’s voice was barely above a whisper when she called out his name but somehow he had still heard it. abner’s head snapped up as his eyes glistened from the lighting, “eden…” he said in disbelief, “wh-” eden scrambled to sit opposite of him, “what happened?! why are you here?!” she asked, obviously shocked at the fact he was in belle reve. “you haven't visited me for a whole month. i thought something happened. clearly, i was correct.” abner smiled sadly, nodding.

“i’m sorry. i was going through a hearing, and-and then trial, and there was no time to see you at all.” he rambled before taking a deep breath, “i killed her. i didn’t mean to.” the words were so quiet, eden didn’t pick it up. “and now, she’s everywhere.” she looked at him with perplexity, “what? i didn’t catch that?” abner looked at her with teary eyes, “i killed my mom. i thought she was going to hurt me. i didn’t mean to.” eden’s gaze softens, “it’s okay, abbie. it’s not your fault. your mother was a horrible person for putting you and your siblings through all of the things she did.” she reached out to grab his hand under the table which he easily accepted.

he whimpered, “but now she’s everywhere, everyone looks like her.” eden looked down at the table, “do i look like her to you?” abner stared at her face and her eyes, shaking his head. “you’re the only one who doesn’t.” he confessed, making her grin, “then, i guess you should stick with me, huh?” she nudged his foot with her own and a tiny smile finally took over his lips.

for the next few months, the two hung out around the facility whenever they could. they’d try to get the chores where they would be able to clean at the same time so they’d get to have a conversation or two. on more than two occasions, other prisoners would start picking on or insulting abner. this caused eden to get into more than a few fights, resulting in solitary confinement. 

abner was never one to complain, but he hated the fact that they made her wear a scold bridle. “it’s dehumanising!” eden smiled as she sweeped the floor, “well, they have to take precautions.” she mocked amanda waller’s voice, remembering the exact words she used when eden herself complained about the bridle. the girl didn’t care about it that much, but she did care about how it kept her from being able to kiss him.

they tried their best to keep their relationship on the low. word was getting around that waller had been trying to recruit villains for a task force of some sort. eden knew amanda waller would try to use their relationship to her advantage, and the day she was proven right came quicker than expected.

the crinkling of potato chip bags and the click-clacking of keyboards were the only sounds that filled the room. a woman with long curly hair stood up from her chair and headed over to their chief’s office.

she knocked on the door before turning the handle, “ms. waller?” she asked, “yes, crawley?” waller answered, not looking up from her computer. “i’ve got the files for the prisoners you wanted to recruit.” crawley said as she placed the information on her desk. “all of this includes 037 as well?” waller asked, opening up the first file which consequently was eden’s. “yes, but they called her eresidae in the lab after they’d studied her powers so that’s her name for her file.” crawley explained and was immediately dismissed. “thank you, crawley. you may leave.” waller stared at eden’s headshot before looking back at the computer screen.

there on the screen was eden having a conversation with abner, sitting closely to him. waller knew exactly how to get her on the task force now.