Something Metal

Something metal 🥁

Kevin schlieb x fem!reader

Movie: Metal lords

Part 3

Blue italic= there thoughts

Green italic= Kevin narrating

(Scene skip ⏭️)

Kevin POV

I walk into school walking towards the library and spot Y/n at her locker putting her books from her bag and into her locker, she turns around and spots me and gives me a small smile and wave and I do the same and continue walking to the library.

Hunters POV

I walk into the office going towards Dean Swanson office “Hey, I was next” the stoned drummer said to me, I ignore him and continue walking towards the office in a hurry. I walk straight into the office not even caring if she had people talking to her “Hunter I’m busy, If you'd like to wait until I am done with the Merinos—“ I interrupted her “I demand you let us compete in the Battle of the Bands.”

“Okay” “Not letting us play just because we're a post-death metal band would be a complete violation of our First Amendment rights.” “Your First Amendment rights as a minor are unclear, but I agree it would be wrong to exclude you” I look at her and scoff I was pissed, “So why didn’t anybody till us about it” “I wasn't aware you had a death metal--“ she was interrupted by Frank “Post-death” he said “Thank you, Frank a post-death metal band then you're welcome to participate as long as your performance is appropriate.” She said well handing me the clipboard I look at her take the clipboard and leave.

Kevin’s POV

I’m waiting by Hunter’s locker waiting for him to leave Dean Swanson’s office and I see him walking up to me and points at me so I walk over to him “I had to work on her, but we’re in.” Hunter said with excitement

“Awesome” I said happily, Hunter and I did our little handshake, and we start walking down the hallway “So I guess we should start looking for more people for our band player, huh?” I said then look at Hunter

“Yeah, yeah definitely. This is huge for us Battle of the Bands is where it starts for people. Check it out.” Hunter said as he starts leading us to the library once we get to the library, we sit down at a table and Hunter goes looking for a book once he gets the book he comes back and I realized it was a yearbook.

“Troy nix” Hunter said and i chuckled softly, “Jesus” I said while looking at the crazy man on the page “Guitarist and singer of Kiloton, Battle of the Bands winners 1996” Hunter flip the page while eating his sandwich to an even bigger picture of this guy playing guitar

“They were gods, No one in this school liked heavy music same as now, but Kiloton terrorized their way straight to victory. By 1997, they were considered the greatest unsigned metal band in the country.

They could have been right up there with Metallica or Pantera, but they broke up. I think drinking was involved.” I looked up at Hunter for a quick moment lBut you and me, that's not gonna happen to us. This is our moment. Heavy music is gonna rise up. We win the Battle of the Bands, parlay that win into gigs, and then those gigs score us a deal.” Hunter said excitedly and punched my shoulder lightly “Okay. Uh…what kind of deal?” The bell rings saying lunch is over, “Cocks. Okay. I've gotta get all the way to C Hall but, um, meet me after school we've got work to do.” Hunter said, I nod my head as an alright and as Hunter walks away “Hail Satan” and Hunter paint at him “‘Sup, Robbie” as I continue looking through the book.

After school I meet Hunter at his car “Hop in” “Where are we going?” I asked Hunter, Hunter then showed his dad’s American Express card. Then I get in the car.

Kevin’s POV

It doesn’t seem metal to ask if he got his dad’s permission so I won’t,

After driving for about 15 minutes, we stop off at a music store we walk in the door. But this…This definitely seems metal, right? I mean, I think it does. I’m not sure my mom and dad will. We start looking around for the drums once we find them, we find a drum set, “These drums are going to be huge for us” Hunter said look at them like he was in love.

He was right. They’re huge. These thing can barely fit in my room, I start pumping myself to play them and I start playing erratically and hitting the cymbals really loud when my mom comes in and sigh, then there’s a loud bang on the wall “Shut the fuck up!” the man from next door yells and my mom looks at me “Can I borrow the car?” I asked her “If you drop your brother off first. Your father will pick him up between shifts.” Then she leaves and shuts the door.

(Scene skip ⏭️)

I’m the best at crawl, and I can tread water the second longest.” My little brother said “That’s good Earl” I told him while putting all the drum stuff in the car “And I can do the best cannonball, everybody says. What’s all this stuff?” He asked “My drums.” I told him “Drums are dumb.” He said and smiled “Yeah” I whispered and sighed.

(Scene skip ⏭️)

I’m at the high school taking my drum stuff out of the car and setting it on the ground, then bring it into the schools practice room and sitting everything up and sitting down then pulling out the sheet music for Machinery Of Torment Hunter made for me. I then hear the sound of a cello in the distance and I stop what I’m doing and leave the room to fellow the sound of the cello and I continue walking down the hallway and see Y/n through the window of the room and the door is slightly open then I fully open the door and she stops playing and looks up at me “I thought you were a clarinet player.”

“No” she laughs “No. That was just so I could do marching band instead of PE.” I said “I do that too” I told her and she nodded slightly “Um…I saw you on the field” I said to her and she looks down and sighs “Yeah, that was my fault. I hadn’t taken my meds for, like…a week.” She told me and sighed again “I--I take Pepcid, so…” I looked a her and she gave me a tight lip smile and hummed and I pulled the sheet music out of my pocket “Do you like heavy metal at all?” I asked her “Like Rock of Ages?” She asked and I chuckle softly.

“Uh, no. More like…post-death doom metal?” Then she shakes her head “I don’t know what that is?” So I hand her the sheet music and she puts it with hers then she looks up and smiles at me and starts play the song and it sounds good, really low, and she stops and looks back up at me and I chuckle then she laughs.

Part 4 🥁

Dead phone 📱

Craig Poole x fem!reader

Movie: Mr. Harrigan’s phone

A/n: so I would just like to say even though Craig and the reader have kissed like multiple times I haven’t really said that there together but they are gf/bf and there the cutest couple ever like omg

Part 6

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The next day after having the talk with Craig about Mr. Harrigan was off it felt like something bad happened. Craig and I walked to Mr. Harrigan’s house but today was Tuesday and Edna and Pete weren’t there but I still showed up just to see if there was any cleaning to do while Craig read to Mr. Harrigan,

Craig rang the doorbell but nobody answered but figures since nobody but Mr. Harrigan was home so then Craig starts humming then opens the door and when Craig and I walk down the hallway you could hear the door hinges creak and the door finally shut once were in the the middle of the hallway and I grab Craig hand and stop “Hey I’m gonna go into the kitchen and make us some tea then I’ll come see you and Mr. Harrigan, in the study alright?” I said “Alright” he smile and I kiss him on the cheek.

(Craig’s POV)

After y/n goes into the kitchen I continue walking down the hallway and towards the study hearing my footsteps beside me and as I got closer to the room I can hear the oxygen tank hissing and I stop at the entrance of the study “Mr. Harrigan?” I walk closer and lay my bag on the floor and touch his shoulder to see if he’ll move then as I touch his shoulder I hear my phone go off and his saying Mr. Harrigan is calling me but I see in his hand he has his phone with my contact at the ready

so I end the call and grab his phone from his cold, stiff hand and put in my jacket pocket and as the oxygen tank keeps hissing I can feel the panic rising in my chest and I start shaking his shoulder again “Mr. Harrigan?… Mr. Harrigan” nothing…no reply just nothing but the coldness in the room and the sound of the oxygen tank “Mr. Harrigan? Sir?” I put to fingers on his neck to feel anything… but then again there was nothing. I was in a dead man and what if he reached out and grabbed me? Of course he wouldn’t do that, he liked me, but I remember the look in his eyes when we had the conversation yesterday. 

I rush over to the table and grab a mirror and put it under his nose to see if there’s any breathing, no warm breath misted it. Nothing I back away and my breaths quicken “Y/N!” I yell as loud as I could, I could hear the the fast sounding movement coming down the hallway

Then hearing her stop and the door to hear her gasp as a hand flew to her mouth and in that moment I knew it was real and I wasn’t just seeing things “Oh my god, Craig what happened?” She asked in shock “I don’t know I walked in and he wasn’t breathing, y/n he wasn’t breathing” I said feeling my voice crack and my eye start to tear up she pulls me away from Mr. Harrigan so I don’t have to see his body any more from what I already saw.

“Craig call your dad, talk to him and we’ll figure this out okay but I need you to take some deep breaths and to calm down, okay?” She asked “Okay” I pulled out my phone and called my dad “Craig?” He said and I feel like I can’t talk “It’s Mr. Harrigan I think…I think he’s dead, he’s not breathing. I think he’s…” my dad stops me “Where’s the housekeepers?” He asked

“it’s Tuesday. They’re… they’re not here” I look at y/n and she mouths “keep breathing, stay calm” and she grabs my hand giving it a squeeze “Okay listen to me. Uh, is y/n with you?” He said trying to stay calm as well “Mm hm” I clarify “Alright you two just wait there, go head and wait outside and I’ll call an ambulance, okay?” And I hang up the phone and y/n and I start to walk backwards towards the study entrance but I stop

“Craig, baby what are you doing?” She asked in a gentle voice trying to calm me down and not to worry I always liked when she used that voice it was calm and gentle like hearing soft rain hit the ground and the smell of warm, fresh baked cookies out of the oven

“I want to read to him one last time” I said and turn to grab two chairs

“Okay” and as we sat down the room didn’t feel the same anymore it felt empty and lifeless and cold like there was no meaning to this room then once I started to read it felt like the walls were closing in

“It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom, and it was the age of foolishness.” I as I try to continue on y/n and I both start to sob y/n puts her hand on her mouth to silence her cries as I continue to read “It was the epoch of belief. It was the epoch of incredulity. It was the season of Light. It was the season of Darkness. It was the spring of hope, and it was the winter of despair. We had everything before us, and we had nothing before us. We were all going direct to heaven, and we were all going direct, the other way” I stopped reading “That was beautiful, Craig” y/n whispered in a monotone voice.

After dad picked both y/n and I up from Mr. Harrigans house we didn’t do anything we sat on the couch with blank expressions and didn’t do anything, dad tried to get us to talk and to say what happened but we couldn’t there wasn’t much to really say, Y/n doesn’t really stay at her house anymore she really just says here. She has clothes in my closet, some in my dresser and other little things around my room, not that it bothered me it was nice I liked the feeling of someone else being with me, dad doesn’t mind he like having the company of someone else other than our self’s. After sitting on the couch for what it felt like an eternity I finally spoke “Y/n, I’m going to bed you come with?” I asked feeling dead and tired “Yeah, let’s go love” and I placed my hand on the small of her back as we walk up stairs “Goodnight guys” Dad said softly as we walk upstairs and into my room, I shut the door we walk over to the bed and plug our phones in.

(Y/n’s POV)

Once we plug our phones in to let them charge I go over to the dresser and grabs our pjs as Craig sitting in the bed taking off his shoes and spreads his legs and I walk over to him and stand in between them he hugs my waist, leaning his head on my stomach.

My hands play with his hair and after what it felt like hours and hours of standing there in a comfortable silence I pull away and lean down and put my hand of his cheek and the other on his neck and wipe away the tear that fell down his cheek I kiss him softly on the lips, he sighs in the kiss and puts his hand on my waist and I pull away then give him one last kiss on the forehead “I love you y/n”

I freeze but then I smile “I love you too Craig so much, more than you could ever know”

We sit on the bed with him then when Craig takes his jacket off a phone falls out of it and he tuts “Shit” and pulls the phone out then pulls his phone off his charger and texts Mr. Harrigan even though he’ll never see the message.

We could hear Mr. Harrigans phone get the message “What did you say?” I asked him as he places his phone back on the charger “I said I’ll miss our afternoons together” he sighed softly

I sighed as well and rest my head on his shoulder and place my hand on his thigh and rub it softly “Okay come on, time for bed we need to get our pjs on though” I get up and hand him his pjs which is just a pair of boxers and a T-shirt.

I turn around and I start to take off my pants and underwear and put on new underwear and I could hear Craig change as well then footsteps walking forwards me, I feel his hands on my waist pulling my shirt up and takes it fully off then he helps me take off my bra and hands me one of my his shirts and I put it on then he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me into a hug and kissing my neck.

“I really do love you y/n” he whispered “I really do love you too Craig” and I turn around to give him a proper hug then there’s a knock on the door

“Yeah?” Craig said and the door opens and it’s his dad we turn our hands while still in the hug, I then move behind Craig a little just to cover my bare legs

“Hey I just wanted to say good night and um I got a call, Mr. Harrigans funeral is next Saturday and the Pastor and I think it would be nice if you spoke at his funeral since you were the closet with him” Mr. Poole said trying not to upset us any further

“I think that would really nice Craig, what do you think?” I asked him really likening the idea “I think that would be good” he said sadly, nodding his head “Alright I’ll call the Pastor tomorrow and let him know”

“Okay night dad” “Night you guys” his dad said and left the room closing the door.

Part 7

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Dead phone 📱

Craig Poole x fem!reader

Movie: Mr. Harrigan’s phone

Part 4

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(Y/ns POV)

After the kiss at Mr. Harrigan’s Craig and I go back to his house walking hand in hand and as we get in the door we see his dad in the kitchen and while we take off our coats his dad asked us “Well? Did he like it?”

“No” Craig said and I look at him confused I thought he loved the phone

“I warned you” he dad said and I laughed “He loved it” Craig told his dad and we walk up to his room

The next day

(Craig’s pov)

Y/n and I are sitting in the reading room showing Mr. Harrigan how to work his phone some more “And I can set an alarm…” he said

Each visit, before I read y/n and I would teach him new ways to use hide phone. I introduced him to the internet, to Yahoo! and Google. Taught him how to text how to create a voice mail…

“I’m not answering my phone now. I will call you back if it seems appropriate” Mr. Harrigan said but didn’t like it so he told me to try it again “All right?” I said quietly and I point at him to start taking again “I’m not answering my phone now. I will call you back if it seems appropriate” and I end the voice recording “I’m not sure I’d want you to call back” I said “I’m not so sure either” y/n agreed “Perfect” Mr. Harrigan said joyfully.

…and even how to personalize his phone.

“Let’s give you a handle” I said while he was looking at his phone

“Handle?” He said confused

“No uhh a handle’s like a nickname. So when you call me or text me, that’s the name that’s pops up on my phone” I spoke telling him more about it

“You want me to give me a nickname?” He asked and pointed to himself

“Maybe it could be something that other people call you. Here.” I try to encourage and hand him my phone

“Newspapers used to call me this. It was not meant as a compliment” he said as he typed it into my phone and I nodded as he hands me my phone back

“Pirate King. Wicked. Has anyone called you yet?” I asked

“No. Sales pitches and wrong numbers. I could not abide the sound of that xylophone.”

Y/n comes into the room quietly after helping Edna clean and pulls up a chair “Hello” she said in a hushed voice “Hello dear” Mr. Harrigan replied back to her

“Okay so let’s give you another ringtone.” He hands me his phone and I go into the settings to change it and a harp tone plays

“Better?” I asked

“Yeah, better. I still won’t answer it” he said in a rough voice

“Even if it’s Craig?” Y/n asked

“How would I know?” He wondered “You like country and western, right? I asked

“I do” he replied

“What’s your favourite song?” I wondered

“There are so many.” He said

“I know right there are so many” y/n said agreeing with Mr. Harrigan and after a moment of silence

“Tammy Wynette. “Stand By Your Man.”He said thinking of the song

I find the song and start to play it “This one?” 🎵Stand by your man…🎵

“Yeah. That’s lovely, listen to it” we all listen to it “I think it’s beautiful” Y/n said softly

“I can do this” and I found the same ringtone on my phone for his contact “there ‘Stand By Your Man’ okay here you go” and I hand him back his phone

“Okay now call me. I’m in your favourites there” he started to call me and the ringtone started to play and he looked happy

“Yeah now we know when the other is calling” I told him and he sighs

“All right. What should we read today?” And he didn’t say anything “You all right?” I asked

“No. No there’s something troubling me maybe you can explain it. I’ve been reading articles on this phone for a mouth now. And they’ve all been free” I nod for him to continue “Yeah?” I questioned

“No. I’m reading something for free that people pay good money for.” His voice started getting harsher and I see y/n getting curious about the conversation

“It’s great, right?” I asked “No it’s not!” He yelled and my smile dropped “Giving information away runs counter to everything o understand about successful business practices The World Wide Web is like a broken water main, but instead of water it’s spewing information every which way I don’t understand. Is it a come-on or what? I’m asking, Craig” I spoke now in a regular tone “Kind of like the Fryeburg Fair, where the first game is usually free” I said “Ooo that stuffs fun” y/n said in a happy tone and and I turn to smile at her and she smiles back and I grab her hand locking our hands together and Mr. Harrigan scoffs at what I said “And we’re still on the first game. Fryeburg Fair. And there are no advertisements on these sites, Ads are the lifeblood of newspapers. How will they survive? I don’t think this is a come-on I think it’s a gateway drug. I’ve already noticed that my Google search responses are on the side of financial information. It knows what I want what’s gonna happen when they close the water main? No more freebies. Oh and false information becomes common and accepted as true and what happens when they start using this to spared more nonsense than is already out there? Newspaper, journalists, politicians… All of us need to be very frightened by this gizmo” he stopped and went on his phone “Hmm” I think about what he said and y/n has the same look on her face and I got up from my chair “I’ll go help Pete and y/n follows and we stop to look at him being obsessed with his phone

He stared at his phone like it was a Magic 8 Ball. And on that day in a matter of seconds, Mr. Harrigan predicted the future. The future of the internet, the future of the news, of fake news, social media, of paywalls and spam of Julian Assange and Edward Snowden, and the world

Part 5

Dead phone 📱

Craig Poole x fem!reader

Movie: Mr. Harrigan’s phone

Part 7

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Today was Mr. Harrigan’s funeral, Craig spent all weekend working on the obituary and once Craig read it to me I found it lovely even under the circumstances“Craig you are going to be an amazing screen writer some day and I’m sure Mr. Harrigan would be proud of you, we all are” once I said that you could see the tears in his eyes and he got up and cried into my shoulder.

Craig and I had a few good cries, we both missed Mr. Harrigan, Craig and little more than me but Mr. Harrigan was there for me when my mom and I were having problems. Once we get to the church it was sad, not many people came to the funeral only about 13 people, sad cause Mr. Harrigan may have not been the great man but he was royal. But there was no family not even a niece for a second cousin he never married never had kids probably one of the reasons Craig Dad was leery about him going up there in first place. 

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Craigs POV

Reverend Mooney was to conduct the service and I was to read my eulogy and read from the bible.

“Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you with all malice. And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ’s sake, hath forgiven you.”

I look around the room and see Edna, smiling, and nodding at me. I saw some of the business types exchange looks at that, as well, Mr. Harrigan hadn’t shown them a great deal of kindness, or much in that way of forgiveness either. I go and sit down in between Y/n and my dad as the funeral goes on.

People are in a line saying there final good byes “Wanna take a last look?” Dad asked me and Y/n. She shook her head no “I wanna wait. I wanna be last.” Y/n and dad nod there heads

“Take your time. We’ll meet you outside.” They stand up and dad walks out, Y/n stands beside me and leans down puts her hand on the back of my neck and kiss my head, then pulls away I stand up and she gives me a hug

“I’ll meet you outside, okay?” She whispered, I nod my head then she pulls away and walk towards the door to meet my dad outside. I walked to the back of the line with only two people in front of me. One of the guys is on his phone while the other looks down at Mr. Harrigan.

I walk up closer to the casket looking down at his body.

He was wearing a suit, I’d never seen before, and the funeral guy had roughed him up a bit so he’d look healthy, except healthy people don’t lie in coffins with their eyes shut.

I look around to make sure no one is there before taking Mr. Harrigan’s phone out of my pocket and placing in in his suits inner pocket then take some lint of his tie, before hearing shuffling behind me you  only had to look at his black suit and white carnation to know he was the funeral parlour guy I suppose it was his job to close the lid of the coffin and make sure it was latched down tight a tear of death came over me at the side of him, and I was glad to leave that place and go to the sunshine and that sunshine was, Y/n

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It was finally time for the interment of the casket and reverend Mooney decide to speak this time. “Many, who’ve come from far and wide, respected John’s…”

Mr. Harrigan was buried very near my mother. And not to far from Y/n’s father. I’d only been to her grave once. Dad visited her weekly, but I stayed away. I guess because if I did visit…I’d know she was gone forever.

“John Harrigan was a tough shell to crack, but I knew he was a fair man. I wonder if he’d be surprised that people showed up today.” Reverend Mooney finished and patted the coffin.

After a few moments of silence Dad, Y/n, I started walking to the truck when we got stopped “Excuse me. You’re Craig and Y/n, right?” Y/n and I looked at each other then back at the man.

“I’m Chick Rafferty. I handle…handled John Harrigan’s finances. I was hoping to have a quick chat. It concerns you having something of Mr. Harrigan’s.”

“Um…” “Uh…I…” Y/n and I chuckle nervously, we look at my dad and he looks back at us concerned “You should hear from his lawyers in a week or so.” Mr. Rafferty said looking at the both of us “Are we in trouble?” Y/n asked and dad stops before this goes any further “Yeah. What is this about?”

“Don’t worry. It’s a good thing.” The man gives us a polite smile and pulls out to envelopes out of his coat “Well, these should explain it all. I received it two months ago and was instructed to hold it until such an occasions as this.” Mr. Rafferty looked at us all and smiled “Well, have a good day.”

He walks away I look down at the letter in my hand, Y/n grabs my hands and slides it in hers and we start to walk to the car. We get to the truck with Y/n in the middle of my dad and I, as we buckle up our belts dad looks at us with a smile. So I look down then back at him.

“What?” I asked him, Y/n then turns to my dad confused “I think you guys might be in the will.” Dad said hopefully I look down at the letter “Should I open it now?” I said with optimism, he shrugged.

Y/n and I grab our letters and open them and dad starts driving home we read them aloud.

“Craig and or Y/n, if you’re reading this, I’ve died. I have you both with $800,000 in trust.” Dad look at us both in shock “The trustees are your father and Charles Rafferty. My business manager will now serve as my executor. I calculated the sum should be sufficient to see you through four years of college…and any postgraduate work you may choose. Enough should remain to give you a start in your chosen career. Craig you spoke of screenwriting and I heard Y/n take about being a director, and if it’s what you want, then, of course, you must pursue it but know that I do not approve. There is a vulgar joke about screenwriters. I will not repeat it here, but by all means, find it on your phones. Keywords “screenwriter” and “starlet” films are ephemera, while books, good ones, are eternal or close to it. You have read me many good ones, but others are waiting to be written. This is all I will say. Even with school expenses, your $800,000 may grow to a million or more by the time you reach the age of 26, when the trust will expire, and you can spend or invest the rest as you choose. PS. I will miss our afternoons together too.”

Y/n and I look at each in shock at the last sentence and I pull out my phone and go into Mr. Harrigan’s and I conversation and seeing the message I sent him last night.

Dad looks at both of us “What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”