Drabble-Off Genre/Theme Final Round Prompt 1
Prompt: Angst
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Entry One:Past Finn/Puck character death PG
Finn stood wide-eyed staring at the young man before him. Not because of the stranger's protruding abdomen, but rather as a result of the thought that entered his head the instant he had answered the door; that some part of him knew instantly who this man was. The words he heard only confirmed it- this was his son, his twenty-eight year old pregnant son. Noah Puckerman had managed to keeps his son away from him for twenty-eight years. Confused, hurt, and angry all at once Finn didn't pay attention, interrupting with his own thoughts, "Do you want to come in, meet my k--your sisters?"
Quickly the offer was denied, "I can't. And I don't know when a I'll be able to. The last couple of weeks have been a lot to take in."
"Whenever you're ready." Finn tried to sound reassuring and understanding. "I know I've missed out on a lot, nut I would like to get to know you and my grandchild." He nodded at the baby bump before the silence set in. Uncomfortable Finn spoke up again.
"How is Puck-- Noah-- your dad? Does he know you're here? Can you tell him I'd like to see him."
He got a deep seated slightly exasperated sounding sigh, "That's why I'm here... Oh, God, I can't do this. Here." An envelope was thruster at Finn. "I'll call you when Im ready. I'm sorry."
Waiting until the younger man could no longer hear his pleads to come back, Finn cautiously opened the letter
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Finn- I guess if your reading this I wasn't the brave badass I always thought I was and you're finding out about our son after the cancer won. There's a lot of reasons I never told you. They all seem like crap now. Give Chris a chance, he'll come around-- He's a little more like me than I had wanted. I don't what else there is to say, man. I'm sorry- Puck
Scribbled at the bottom was an added postscript: I did love you, you know, even if I never could say it.
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Entry Two: Angst, Blaine/??, death, rated nc-17
"This is my daddy?"
Blaine bit his lip, gripping his daughter's hand; he'd debated long and hard about when the right time was with father's day coming up...he nodded and Emily continued to blink at the speckled headstone. She soon pulled away, leaving his hand cold as she kneeled; her white stockings would no doubt have grass stains but...he stared into the distance, looking at row upon row of headstones as his daughter traced the engraved message with her small hands. She was a constant reminder and in his opinion looked just like him.
If only...he fisted his hand, forcing himself to remain strong; would the ache in his chets ever dim?
But suddenly, having been lost in his own troubled thoughts, Emily was waving to get his attention. Her lips curled into a familiar smile (oh gawd, she had his mouth) and she rocked back on her heels, looking thoughtful; he forced a weak smile, preparing himself for what she was about to ask. However, he could never have predicted her next few innocent words.
"Do you think he'd like to hear me sing?"
Blaine nearly lost it and trying his best not to let his voice crack, he croaked, "Y...yes, I'm certain he'd love that."
And she sang, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful as Blaine hid his face in his hands. He prayed he'd compose himself by the time she was done but he was beyond his limit when he heard it, perhaps just a trick of wind, a second voice that still haunted his dreams, join in with his daughter's soft, inexperienced falsetto.
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Entry Three:Prompt: Rating: Nc-17 Warning: abortion Spoiler: Heart 03x13 Ship/Characthers: Sebastian/Dave, Kurt.
The joined hands make his heart ache, this wasn’t the way thing should go. His head is spinning, he hates the woman looking at him in the other side of the room and mostly, he hates having Kurt whisper in his ear how things will be fine.
He knows they wont and that is final.
Sebastian always seemed a strong guy, all perfect and confident in himself and Dave leaned in him, knowing he always would have someone there for him. The pregnancy was a thing they weren’t expecting and somehow just crashed with their lives in the cozy,cheap and small apartment.
How could they take care of a baby with crazy jobs and odds hours? How a kid fitted the sex marathons and the night at Scandals or at Dayton? And how could they say that their arrangement would suffice beyond sex, when they were still trying to figure how they felt?
And now it didn’t matter, there was no baby, Sebastian had cave to his mother, and accepted to do the procedure in a shady clinic, “to avoid the public shame, her words”, Sebastian broken voice sounding in his head.
So yes, he hated the woman in his front, sobbing if she had the right after putting Sebastian in danger. After killing his … Dave broke in tears again, feeling Kurt’s hand in his shoulder, murmuring encouragement.
“He will be fine, we got to stop the bleeding and Sebastian is sleeping at the moment. If one of you would like to see him, I can take you to his room.” The doctor had a sad smile and Dave shook his head, knowing the old man only meant comfort.
“I want to see my son, my poor baby...”
“No!” Dave jumped to his feet and screamed, how dare her? “You will not go there, he is here because of you..” He feels Kurt pulling him back and pushing to follow the doctor and the look in his eyes say that Dave needs to go to Sebastian, the rest can wait.
He turns and doesn’t look back, she will not interfere again, he will make sure of it. Now he needs to hold Sebastian hand an d hope they will pick up the pieces.
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Voting is Below. Enjoy.
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Entry One:Past Finn/Puck character death PG
Finn stood wide-eyed staring at the young man before him. Not because of the stranger's protruding abdomen, but rather as a result of the thought that entered his head the instant he had answered the door; that some part of him knew instantly who this man was. The words he heard only confirmed it- this was his son, his twenty-eight year old pregnant son. Noah Puckerman had managed to keeps his son away from him for twenty-eight years. Confused, hurt, and angry all at once Finn didn't pay attention, interrupting with his own thoughts, "Do you want to come in, meet my k--your sisters?"
Quickly the offer was denied, "I can't. And I don't know when a I'll be able to. The last couple of weeks have been a lot to take in."
"Whenever you're ready." Finn tried to sound reassuring and understanding. "I know I've missed out on a lot, nut I would like to get to know you and my grandchild." He nodded at the baby bump before the silence set in. Uncomfortable Finn spoke up again.
"How is Puck-- Noah-- your dad? Does he know you're here? Can you tell him I'd like to see him."
He got a deep seated slightly exasperated sounding sigh, "That's why I'm here... Oh, God, I can't do this. Here." An envelope was thruster at Finn. "I'll call you when Im ready. I'm sorry."
Waiting until the younger man could no longer hear his pleads to come back, Finn cautiously opened the letter
.
Finn- I guess if your reading this I wasn't the brave badass I always thought I was and you're finding out about our son after the cancer won. There's a lot of reasons I never told you. They all seem like crap now. Give Chris a chance, he'll come around-- He's a little more like me than I had wanted. I don't what else there is to say, man. I'm sorry- Puck
Scribbled at the bottom was an added postscript: I did love you, you know, even if I never could say it.
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Entry Two: Angst, Blaine/??, death, rated nc-17
"This is my daddy?"
Blaine bit his lip, gripping his daughter's hand; he'd debated long and hard about when the right time was with father's day coming up...he nodded and Emily continued to blink at the speckled headstone. She soon pulled away, leaving his hand cold as she kneeled; her white stockings would no doubt have grass stains but...he stared into the distance, looking at row upon row of headstones as his daughter traced the engraved message with her small hands. She was a constant reminder and in his opinion looked just like him.
If only...he fisted his hand, forcing himself to remain strong; would the ache in his chets ever dim?
But suddenly, having been lost in his own troubled thoughts, Emily was waving to get his attention. Her lips curled into a familiar smile (oh gawd, she had his mouth) and she rocked back on her heels, looking thoughtful; he forced a weak smile, preparing himself for what she was about to ask. However, he could never have predicted her next few innocent words.
"Do you think he'd like to hear me sing?"
Blaine nearly lost it and trying his best not to let his voice crack, he croaked, "Y...yes, I'm certain he'd love that."
And she sang, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful as Blaine hid his face in his hands. He prayed he'd compose himself by the time she was done but he was beyond his limit when he heard it, perhaps just a trick of wind, a second voice that still haunted his dreams, join in with his daughter's soft, inexperienced falsetto.
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Entry Three:Prompt: Rating: Nc-17 Warning: abortion Spoiler: Heart 03x13 Ship/Characthers: Sebastian/Dave, Kurt.
The joined hands make his heart ache, this wasn’t the way thing should go. His head is spinning, he hates the woman looking at him in the other side of the room and mostly, he hates having Kurt whisper in his ear how things will be fine.
He knows they wont and that is final.
Sebastian always seemed a strong guy, all perfect and confident in himself and Dave leaned in him, knowing he always would have someone there for him. The pregnancy was a thing they weren’t expecting and somehow just crashed with their lives in the cozy,cheap and small apartment.
How could they take care of a baby with crazy jobs and odds hours? How a kid fitted the sex marathons and the night at Scandals or at Dayton? And how could they say that their arrangement would suffice beyond sex, when they were still trying to figure how they felt?
And now it didn’t matter, there was no baby, Sebastian had cave to his mother, and accepted to do the procedure in a shady clinic, “to avoid the public shame, her words”, Sebastian broken voice sounding in his head.
So yes, he hated the woman in his front, sobbing if she had the right after putting Sebastian in danger. After killing his … Dave broke in tears again, feeling Kurt’s hand in his shoulder, murmuring encouragement.
“He will be fine, we got to stop the bleeding and Sebastian is sleeping at the moment. If one of you would like to see him, I can take you to his room.” The doctor had a sad smile and Dave shook his head, knowing the old man only meant comfort.
“I want to see my son, my poor baby...”
“No!” Dave jumped to his feet and screamed, how dare her? “You will not go there, he is here because of you..” He feels Kurt pulling him back and pushing to follow the doctor and the look in his eyes say that Dave needs to go to Sebastian, the rest can wait.
He turns and doesn’t look back, she will not interfere again, he will make sure of it. Now he needs to hold Sebastian hand an d hope they will pick up the pieces.
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