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dcforts · 4 years

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[monday 7: thunderstorm]

Phone battery: 96%

One moment they are speeding up on the empty road with the windows rolled down and the sun shining on the side mirrors and the next is as if someone threw a blanket over the sky. In a blink of an eye, the clouds gather above them and they find themselves in the middle of a downpour.

“What the fuck?” says Dean, pushing the brakes and activating the windshield wipers.

“Something is wrong” is Castiel’s helpful contribution from the passenger seat.

“Yeah, no shit.”

The rain gets havier by the second, raindrops hit the roof with such violence that it’s like they are fired from a machine gun. Even after turning on the headlights they can barely see what’s ahead of them beyond the hood of the Impala. The sky lights up and then a thunder rumbles so loud that even Castiel flinches.

“We should stop.”

“You think it’s a spell?”

“Whatever it is I don’t think it’s safe to go on.”

Dean sighs and signals that he’s pulling over on the right as if, even if there was someone behind them, they could see the indicators through the amount of water that paints everything grey.

He brings the car to a stop and fishes out his phone.

Phone battery: 91%

“Sam? Where are you?”

“Just out of the morgue. I think it’s a witch” he says, sounding slightly out of breath as he walks. “Hey, I thought you were coming to pick me up. What did the husband say?”

“Sam? Listen to me, is it raining where you are?”

“Raining? No. The sky couldn’t be clearer.”

“Fuck.”

“Dean, where are you?”

“I don’t know. Just outside of town, I think. But there’s a thunderstorm and we had to stop.”

“What? A thunderstorm? Is it rain what I’m hearing?”

“Yeah, so it’s either the son or the husband and they are onto us. Seems like they didn’t appreciate our little visit.”

“You’re saying they cursed you?”

“That’s what we think”.

“Shit. Alright, at least we have suspects and we know for sure that they’re using witchcrafts or something. Just, don’t do anything till I get back to you.”

“Alright.”

“Stay safe.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Phone battery: 86%

The rain is torrential, incessant. There is so much of it that it’s like there’s a river flowing over the windshield.

It’s not the first time that Dean got caught in a thunderstorm while he was driving. It happened more than once when he was a kid and weather apps weren’t a thing yet. John would pull up at the nearest rest area and they would wait it out catching up on their sleep.

But this is different. The rain could go on forever if something happened to Sam or if he couldn’t find a way to reverse it. That’s what bothers him more than anything, what makes him bounce his legs and clench his jaw.

He’s gone over their last two hours again and again trying to understand when and how the culprit could have done this to them but he’s had little success so far.

They can’t listen to music because they can’t risk the car running out of battery. They can’t play on their phones or do researches on their own or they will drain out their means to communication with Sam. They have no books, no food, no water. Dean doesn’t want to think about that. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel but he gets through two and a half Metallica songs before Castiel’s intake of breath and quick look his way tells him that he’s sick of it.

He retreats his hands on his lap.

Dean knows that Castiel is bothered as much as he is by the fact that they’re trapped and unable to help, even if he’s not showing it at the moment. In fact, he looks like the picture of serenity.

“How in hell can you be so calm?”

“I’m trying to be patient. There’s little else we can do.”

Dean scoffs.

Castiel shoots a look his way, then asks conversationally: “How did it go in Missouri last week?” and in response to Dean’s confused staring he adds: “The case?”

Dean gets that he’s trying to distract him and he lets him. He shrugs “Same old. Apart from Sam spilling coke all over himself, that was fun. And I got Jack a new record for the bunker. You’ve seen it?”

“He only told me about it a hundred times.” says Castiel in a pained tone. “It was nice of you.”

“Nah. You gotta teach them young.”

“You think he could join us on our next hunt?”

“We’ll see.” says Dean making a face. “But hey, you on the other hand… are getting better at interrogations. Looked pretty convincing with the kid.”

Castiel smiles: “Thank you.”

“Or, well, at least until you left the room just so you could follow his dogs,” adds Dean, raising his eyebrows.

“You can understand a lot about the owners form their pets’ behaviour”.

“Yeah?” humours him Dean, “What did you uncover? Other than they should learn how to use a vacuum.”

Castiel ignores his mocking tone. “Nothing stood out to me. But looking back now, I should have known that witchcraft was involved. They had three black dogs and I saw figurines of frogs in the living room.”

“I thought that cats were the go-to pet for witches.”

“They are generally associated with witchcraft, yes. But witches can form deep connection with any animal. Dogs, especially, escort Hecate, the triform greek-roman Goddess of Witchcraft. And Hecate takes her name from Heqet, the Egyptian goddess, usually represented as a frog. In hindsight, it was pretty clear.”

“So do you think it’s the husband? I doubt a kid alone would be able to do all that.”

“Maybe. But he seemed sincerely aggrieved by his wife’s loss.”

Dean sighs. Without any possibility to do real work that’s as far as they can get. He squints trying to see something beyond the raindrops splattered windows.

“Maybe it’s not bad as it seems.” he tries. “It’s dangerous to drive but what if we walked?”

“The curse could be cast on the car alone but I wouldn’t -”

“I’m gonna try.” Dean cuts him off, but he gets as far as resting his hand on the handle that a lightning bolt strikes one of the trees lined up down the road. There’s a loud crack and a vamp of fire that lights it up from the inside. A part of the trunk explodes and pieces go flying all over the street.

Dean and Castiel look at each other with identical alarmed expressions.

“Yeah, better say in the car.” Dean says.

Phone battery: 79%

“Let’s play a game.”

“Alright.”

“Okay. It’s a car game. Basically you say a sentence starting with ‘Fortunately’ and based on that I have to respond with a sentence starting with ‘Unfortunately’. Like, I say ‘Unfortunately, we got cursed.’ And you say ‘Fortunately…’?”

Castiel thinks about it, then says, “Fortunately, they didn’t want us dead, only permanently incapacitated.”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Sure, that is reassuring. Alright. Um, unfortunately, I will eventually die of starvation.”

“Fortunately, we won’t have to wait that long cause Sam is working on it.”

“Yeah but unfortunately, he’s alone against the witch.”

“Fortunately, he is prepared and the witch is not too dangerous.”

“Unfortunately, he got to us.”

“Fortunately, as long as we stay in the car we are safe.”

“Unfortunately, we are trapped.”

“Fortunately, we are together.”

Dean had his mouth already opened, ready to fire his next sentence but his brain short circuits and he is stunned. He closes it again. He meets Castiel’s eyes and under his soft expression he recognizes a little smugness that comes from having silenced him. He really can’t think of anything to say.

Castiel bats his eyelashes feigning innocence. “Did I win?”

That shakes Dean up, who rolls his eyes and he is about to protest when something heavy and dark hits the window shield with a loud thump and has him almost jumping out of his skin.

“What the fuck was that?” he shouts. Instinctively one arm flies up to cover his face, his elbow out and the other reaches towards Castiel to grab a fistful of his sleeve.

“I think it was a bird,” is Castiel’s calm reply.

Dean lets him go quickly, adverting his eyes. He still feels his heart in his throat. He clears it. “Right.” Then after a moment “Don’t mention this to Sam.”

Castiel huffs a laugh.

Phone battery: 72%

And so they wait. The rain is heavy and unrelenting. Dean has cracked open his window to feel it on his fingertips and he has retreated his hand hissing for how violently it hit him. The wind picks up at intervals, it whistles around them, pushing through every draft it can find. Above them, clouds like cotton balls chase each other endlessly and lightning bolts draw threatening patterns in the distance.

Sam has texted and they know that everything is under control so Dean is feeling better now. Figuring they are going to be there a while, he has toed off his boots and climbed over on the backseat leaving Castiel plenty of space to stretch his legs, even if the guy in question has barely adjusted his position with his back to the door and lifted a knee on the seat.

Dean on the other hand, already sprawled on the backseat, has gradually slipped into a laying position. He is more or less relaxed, or at least, as relaxed as a person could be with hell going on right outside of their car but tucked in the quiet and safe space of their car, with the soothing sound of the rain on the roof.

They had worse - that’s a fact.

He lolls his head to the side to watch Castiel, who’s got his eyes fixed on a spot beyond his window.

“So, how’s a thunderstorm from up there?”

He says: “From heaven?”

“Yeah, no, from the sky? Never seen it, planes are not my thing, you know,” he says, shifting to settle on the side.

“It’s pretty,” he says after a long moment. His keeps his voice low and adds, “but here is better.”

Dean scoffs.

“I mean it. From here you can smell the wet grass, see the trees swinging, feel the raindrops hitting you,” his voice is deep and smooth and Dean’s traitorous eyelids flutter shut. “The view from the outside may be splendid” Castiel continues, “but here things happen to you, touch you, shape you. You are the view.”

Dean mumbles what he means to be a sound of agreement but it’s basically a long exhale.

He is drowsy. He is trying to tell himself that he cannot fall asleep but it’s becoming a little difficult as they lose track of the time.

Castiel turns to look at him.

“Dean?”

“Hm?”

“You can sleep if you want.”

“Nah, I’m fine. Tell me more.”

“About what?”

“Anything. Just, no more gross facts about animals. I’ve had enough of those.”

Phone battery: 60%

Dean jerks awake. Castiel is touching his shoulder. “Sam called,” he says.

Dean blinks a few times while the past hours come back to him. A thunder booming over his head reminds him pretty quickly. So he did fall asleep in the end. And it wasn’t at all a good idea, judging by his stiff neck and his dry mouth and the fact that he has nothing to drink.

“What did he say?”

“He is going to the family. Apparently the road is clear from where he is so it seems like we are in some kind of pocket dimension.”

Dean suppresses a swear and pushes himself up on one elbow. It’s too dark to see anything beyond the windows but for a moment the wind is so strong that the car starts shaking, then the sky flashes white and booms and the sound is ear-splitting.

“It’s getting worse,” he rubs his eyes and cheeks and finds a dry spot of drool on the corner of his mouth. “You think Sam is gonna be fine?”

“I’m sure.” Castiel says. “They thought it was just the two of us, so they won’t see him coming.”

“How long was I out?”

“An hour at most.”

“You watched me all the time like a creep, didn’t you?”

“No,” says Castiel way too quickly to be entirely innocent. He also shoots him an irritated look that Dean suspects is more related to having been called creep that for the accusation itself. “I rearranged your tape collection.”

Now Dean gasps, aghast. “Oh, no. Again? Don’t tell me. Please don’t tell me it’s by year again.”

Castiel just nods and Dean becomes the image of desperation. “How could y- Really, Cas? Come on!”

Dean catches a glint of Castiel’s teeth in the dark as he smiles. “No.” he says sounding all proud “I was joking.”

Dean falls backwards on the seat with a groan. “Unfortunately, you will kill me with your terrible sense of humour.”

“Too late. We’ve already established that I won that game.”

“You know right, that if we are here for a very long time I will eventually have to eat you?”

Castiel just rolls his eyes.

Phone battery 47%

Dean is still laying down, staring at the roof. Castiel has cracked his window open, just enough to let a breath of cool air in. It chases away the condensation on the windshield and brings in the smell of wet leaves and wet asphalt.

Dean is hit with the realization that they don’t get many moments like these. For one, none of them is covered in blood, and they are not fighting or running for their life. There is no anger or regret or guilt in the air. He can’t exactly complain.

Dean fixes his gaze on what he can see of his profile when is illuminated by the lightings: his dark hair, his high left cheekbone, his faint stubble, the tip of his nose. It’s even rarer to get to watch him unobserved. He feels a smile creeping on his lips.

For his part, it looks like it’s Castiel is starting to run out of patience. Dean can hear the rustling of his trench coat from where he is probably tormenting his hands in his lap. Knowing him, he can picture his mind is working tirelessly trying to find a way to be useful. Castiel loud sigh pierce the silence in the car.

“You told me to be patient earlier and now you’re bored of me already.” Dean teases.

Castiel turns towards him and then back ahead but there is no lightning that allows Dean to see his expression.

“I was just thinking. I thought you fell asleep again.“ There is a pause then he asks: “Are you? Bored of me?”

Dean sighs and feels protected by the dark and numbed by the sound of the rain and still a little groggy from his nap so he says. “Even when I see you all the time I feel like I barely see you.”

“I can’t tell if that’s good or not.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

Phone battery: 32%

The screen lights up and it’s Sam, finally calling with news.

Dean puts him speakers.

“Sam?”

“Dean, they put something in your car,” he sounds out of breath.

“Hey, hey, how are you? What’s happening?”

“I’m fine, I can’t talk right now. They were both guilty. The mother was an accident; the spell was meant for someone else. Actually the mother was on it too. Apparently the whole family is into magic. I gotta -” a loud thunder covers his words.

“Sam? We didn’t get that.”

“They said it’s in the car. Look for hex bags, amulets, something you can destroy. I gotta go.”

“Alright. Just let us - ” but he’s already hung up.

So they get moving. They look into every corner, feel blindly in the dark, under the seats, inside the dashboard, as far as they can go behind the cushions.

Fifteen minutes later they’ve covered every surface and found nothing.

“Shit. What if it’s under the car? How are we gonna get that?”

Castiel looks at him and his expression tells Dean that nothing good is coming. In fact he says: “It can only be in the trunk.”

Dean blinks: “You are not going anywhere.”

“Dean.”

“No. No way.”

“Dean, it’s our only chance” he says it as if Dean is being unreasonable.

“No, Cas, let’s talk about it first.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m stronger than you. I’m the one who has to go.”

Castiel has made up his mind. He moves and Dean uselessly reaches out to grab him, but he can’t get a good grip as he is blocked by the front seat and Castiel slips away and pushes his door open.

The rain seems to get ten times worse as soon as he does that and the whole sky lights up threatening above their head. Castiel pushes through the wind to get a foot out.

“Cas! Jesus, close the goddamn door. This isn’t gonna work and you’re getting my seats all wet!” shouts Dean but Castiel doesn’t seem to hear him. Another loud thunder has Dean crouching down, and when he looks up again, Castiel is standing outside. He looks towards Dean and then shuts the door. Dean sees him struggling to get his feet one after the other, like an invisible force is keeping him from moving. His face scrunches up as he pushes himself forward with a hand on the car. He takes a step. He slips back a few feet.

Dean heart stops. “Cas! Fucking hell! Get back here!” he shouts, uselessly banging his hands against the seats. He tries to open his own door and remembers that he’s got no shoes on. He hurries to climb over on the front seat.

When he looks back again, Castiel has almost made it to the rear of the car. The sky rumbles angrily, it lights up violently. In frantic movements Dean slips his boots on and pushes himself to the right to open the passenger seat door.

He could lose him. Right there, right now, he could fucking lose him.

The rain and the wind hit him full force all at once. It’s like he’s stepped under a waterfall, he is cold and wet and struggles to breath. He battles against the wind trying to keep the car door open enough to allow him to get out and prevent it being ripped off from the car. He can barely feel his face and hands.

Towards the back of the car Castiel has reached the trunk. Dean can make out his silhouette wiping his eyes with a hand and with the other fumbling with the handle.

At last the trunk opens and covers him from Dean’s view. As he tries to move, his hair stand up all over his body and then there’s an explosion of sound so loud that he needs to cover his ears. It’s quick and violent and it takes him a few moments to realize that a lightning bolt has just hit a few yard from them. His legs start shaking.

“Cas! Come on!” he shouts terrified, knowing that’s useless, that he won’t be able to hear him above the thunders booming over their heads.

Through the rain that whips fiercely his face and blinds him, Dean watches as Castiel closes the truck and traces his steps back to the door that he holds open for him. As soon as he is within reach Dean grabs a fistful of his clothes and hauls him inside.

Phone battery 22%

Dean is yelling. He is still gripping a handful of Castiel’s clothes and he yanks and yanks at it and yells in his face. And Castiel is panting, he is soaking wet, his hair is dripping and plastered on his forehead and his eyelashes are stuck together and he lets himself being yanked and yelled at and he’s got fear in his eyes but also relief.

“I can’t believe you did that! What the fuck is wrong with you!”

Dean is angry cause his voice is not louder than the rain and it’s not louder than the thunder but he wants it to be to be able to convey just how angry he is right now.

Castiel just blinks and breathes. At last, he brings up a hand to rest on Dean’s.

“Dean,” he says trying to calm him down. I’m okay. I’m here. It’s over.

Dean feels the relief wash over his body but then it pools behind his eyes and he feels like crying.

“You fucking asshole.”

The corner of Castiel’s lips turns slightly upward.

Dean yanks once again at his clothes and he means to pull him into a hug but somehow he finds his lips pressed against Castiel’s. They are both so shocked that they freeze and quickly pull back.

For a second they breath the same air. Dean swallows and blinks and tries to regain control of himself. Castiel doesn’t look scared, he only tilts his head slightly like he does so Dean covers the distance between them once again. Castiel’s lips are full and wet and as Dean kisses them, for a second he forgets all about near death, rain, witches and curses.

Then a thunder erupts above them and they jerk apart once again. Dean lets go of Castiel and wipes a hand over his wet face. “We should –” it’s all he manages.

Castiel doesn’t know what to say either. He just nods and quickly bends down to retrieve the hex bag that he’s dropped when Dean kissed him.

Phone battery: 15%

It’s made of green silk and there’s a round symbol and a semicircle drawn on it. Castiel says they represent Hecate’s wheel and the Egyptian hieroglyphic for rain.

They don’t look at each other as they try to burn it. It takes more than one attempt as their fingers are wet and slippery and there’s nothing they can use to dry themselves with as everything else they have is also wet.

When it finally lights up it burns green. Dean winces as he sees it writhing on the floor mats of his car. “Oh Baby, I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” He says, and this is even before he realizes that they are both still dripping water all over the seats.

It’s almost instantaneous and slightly anticlimactic. The bag becomes dust and the clouds above them break, letting the sun shine through. Dean squints at the sudden change of light and when he opens his eyes again, everything is back to normal. The car is still covered in raindrops but the birds outside are chirping, there’s no tree half burned across the street and a car passes them by as if it’s just another day. Dean sighs and lets his head thump against the window while Castiel rolls down his.

They enjoy a moments of quietness, pierced only by Castiel saying “I’m sorry for scaring you”. He says it in his normal tone but it sounds loud to Dean’s ears, newly clear of rain and thunders.

He closes his eyes. “I just wish you’d stop jumping in on any occasion to get yourself killed.”

“I had to do it.”

Dean opens his eyes and shoots him a withering look. “But you almost died. Cas,” he takes a deep breath “don’t you get it? I’d rather be stuck under the downpour for the rest of my life than watch you die again.” He feels the rage take control of himself again and shake his voice and he lets it cause it’s better to ride it and let out what he wants to say than to hide in embarrassment.

He even holds his gaze.

“I can understand the sentiment.” Castiel says at last.

“Just – no more suicidal missions. If you don’t wanna do it for yourself, do it for me.”

Castiel presses his lips together and nods and Dean feels suddenly exhausted.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

“Okay.” Castiel agrees. “Should we talk about - ”

“Uh, what?”

“Dean.”

“Cas,” he says, mimicking his tone.

Castiel holds his gaze for a long time. Dean says softly: “I mean, you know - right?”

“I do.” Castiel smiles. “Do you?”

“Yeah.” Dean swallows. He takes a deep breath and waits for a wave of dread to hit him but it never comes. He just feels like himself with a warm pleasant feeling in his lower belly. That’ll be time later to process it, he thinks, now they have stuff to do, places to go.

Phone battery: 5%

They are on the road again. It’s safe and quiet and sunny.

“Was it really necessary?” grumbles Castiel.

“Again, yes” Dean won’t hear no arguing. “I don’t even want to think about the damage we’ve already done.”

Sam’s phone rings once again before he picks up.

“Guys?”

“Sam? Dean is driving. Are you okay?”

“Oh, hey Cas. Yes, they went down pretty easily. Didn’t see me coming. Did you guys find the thing?”

“Yes, it was a hex bag. Everything is fine, we are almost in town.”

“Great. Should we agree on a spot so you can come pick me up?”

“Uh. We need to go back to the motel first. We are not wearing any clothes apart from our underwear.”

“You wh - ? Wait, what?”

“They were wet. Dean insisted. For the car.” Castiel says, trying to speak over Dean’s voice in the background that yells ‘Why did you tell him?’

Sam burst into laughing. “Oh my god.”

“So we will see you back at the motel?”

“Yeah, definitely, I will be there with my camera ready.”

There’s rustling and then Dean’s voice close to the microphone shouts: “Sam, I swear to God, I’ll run you ove-”

Phone battery: 0%

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heartofether · 4 years

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Episode 5 - Run Rabbit TRANSCRIPT

[You can listen to the show wherever you get your podcasts, or go to our “Listen” page if you’re on desktop.]

AUTOMATED VOICE

Please state your message.

[THEME MUSIC AND INTRODUCTION PLAYS.]

VAL

Three-Eyed Frog Presents: The Heart of Ether.

[THEME CONTINUES BEFORE COMING TO A STOP.]

[PHONE BEEP.]

[INT. IRENE’S OFFICE.]

IRENE

I’m not—okay, look, I’m not recording this for personal reasons this time. I know last night was…really rough, and I should probably talk through it more with myself before I do anything irrational.

It really was just an awful night, huh? Not only did I cry in the Sonic parking lot, but I got home immediately afterwards and found out that the yellow mold had started growing in my kitchen. [SHE SCOFFS.] Yeah, not my night.

That’s not important, though. What is important is that…

[SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH.]

IRENE

Last night, in the woods, I saw something that I couldn’t explain. Today, I am going to find it again and confront it—and this time, figure out what the hell it is instead of running away.

I guess this is sort of me taking you with me for the ride. It’s also for evidence purposes, though. [MUTTERS] For once, I have an actually valid reason to be recording myself.

Here goes nothing.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[RECORDING ENDS.]

[ANOTHER PHONE BEEP.]

[INT. THE STAFF KITCHEN AT IRENE’S WORK.]

[THERE ARE FOOTSTEPS ACROSS THE TILE FLOOR.]

IRENE

Aden.

[ADEN DROPS A SPOON IN HIS SURPRISE.]

ADEN

Jesus—oh, Irene! Thank goodness, you’re alright. You, you startled me. [sigh of relief] I never heard from you last night after your…adventure, so I thought you had—

IRENE

[CONFUSED] Wait, you seriously didn’t hear anything?

ADEN

...no? You never—

IRENE

Aden, I tried to contact you through the radio.

ADEN

…oh. [HE REALIZES.] Oh! That makes sense. I swear, my radio got all static-y while I was watching TV, but no words were coming through. I thought it was broken.

IRENE

[SHE HUFFS A SIGH.] That…that’s fair, actually. Look, I’m fine now, okay? That’s what matters.

ADEN

Oh, that’s good. [STUTTERING] I definitely wouldn’t—I would have gotten fired if I had let you get killed by wild bears. [HE CHUCKLES.] Actually, wait, why were you trying to contact me?

IRENE

[HESITANT] It wasn’t bears, I promise. It was…something worse, I guess?

ADEN

Worse than bears?

IRENE

You really hate bears, don’t know?

ADEN

[PASSIONATELY] Obviously! They’re horrifying killing machines! How could you not be terrified of them?

[HE HUFFS.] What did you see, though?

[A BEAT OF SILENCE.]

IRENE

Promise you won’t think I’m crazy.

ADEN

Oh, I already think you’re crazy. You talk into your phone for a person who will never listen.

IRENE

[DEFENSIVE] I do not—[STUTTERING] I mean—

[DEFEATED] How did you know?

ADEN

Carol told me.

IRENE

[MUTTERS] Oh, of course she did. [BACK TO A NORMAL TONE] Just please promise to hear me out?

[ADEN PONDERS FOR A MOMENT.]

ADEN

Alright, sure. Go ahead.

IRENE

I saw a big writhing monster rise up from the ground.

ADEN

[SUDDENLY OUTRAGED] Oh! Oh, okay! Sure! “Hey, let’s play a fun prank on Aden! He sure seems gullible and easy to scare. How about we make him believe that a big old beast in the forest—”

[IRENE STUTTERS IN FRUSTRATION AS SHE ATTEMPTS TO CUT HIM OFF.]

IRENE

[OVERLAPPING HIS LAST FEW WORDS] Aden, I’m not messing with you. Cross my heart. I went to go check out the branches, and I turned around because I heard a scream, and when I turned back around, the branches and the dirt had gotten up into this huge living mass. I can’t make this shit up. I don’t even have a good reason to.

ADEN

[SKEPTICAL] Okay…

IRENE

I even recorded it happening. I know it’s just audio, but it’s still proof.

ADEN

Alright…

IRENE

[CONTINUING] And I promise I’ll play it for you if you just promise to come with me and help me find the creature.

[A PAUSE.]

ADEN

[SLOWLY] You…want me to…go monster hunting with you?

IRENE

[A BEAT.] Yeah.

[A PAUSE WHERE ADEN WAITS TO SEE IF IRENE IS JOKING.]

ADEN

Oh, you’re being serious about all this, um—Could I at least finish my coffee first?

IRENE

Take as long as you need. I’ll tell Carol we’re going out to do some field work, and then we can go back out to the branches.

ADEN

You actually think we’re going to be able to find it? I mean, if it even is real and not just a figment of your imagination—

IRENE

[DEFENSIVE] Hey—

ADEN

—then how can we prove that it even comes out during the day? Or maybe it only comes out when there’s only one person?

IRENE

[CONSIDERING] You have a point, I guess.

I have to check, though. I need to figure out what it is. Because if there’s an actual eldritch beast or whatever hiding out in our woods, I have a feeling that’s going to be just as, if not more dangerous than your average forest fire.

ADEN

[HE SIGHS.] You really believe what you saw?

IRENE

Yeah.

[ADEN THINKS FOR A MOMENT.]

ADEN

Okay. Alright, I, I’ll go. Just give me a bit.

IRENE

[SHE HEAVES A SIGH OF RELIEF.] Thank you.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[RECORDING ENDS.]

[ANOTHER PHONE BEEP.]

[INT. THE FOREST.]

[THERE IS FAINT FOREST AMBIANCE AND BIRD SONG IN THE BACKGROUND. FOOTSTEPS AS ADEN AND IRENE WALK.]

ADEN

You’re seriously recording this?

IRENE

If we’re going to run into it again, we need evidence.

ADEN

[HE SCOFFS.] Then take a photo and upload it to Instagram or something! A recording without any video hardly counts for anything.

IRENE

[SLIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE AND EMBARRASED] I...I don’t have Instagram.

ADEN

Alright then, whatever you have. Twitter, Tumblr, whatever. It was mostly just a joke.

IRENE

I don’t have anything, actually.

ADEN

Oh. [HE CHUCKLES.] Didn’t really take you for the “off the grid” sort.

IRENE

I’m not. I just don’t have room on my phone for any social media apps.

[A PAUSE IN THEIR FOOTSTEPS.]

ADEN

Don’t tell me your entire phone is just those audio recordings.

IRENE

[SHE WINCES.] And what would you say if that was the case?

ADEN

Irene!

IRENE

[SHE GROANS.] Come on. I can still text, call, and check my email. I just...can’t do much else.

ADEN

[DISTRAUGHT] Not even listen to music? That’s a terrible and sad life to lead, Irene.

IRENE

I use CD’s or vinyl whenever I want to listen to stuff.

ADEN

[TEASING] Oh, so you have a retro aesthetic?

IRENE

I have no clue what my aesthetic is. Can we please just find the branches?

ADEN

Whatever you say.

[THEIR FOOTSTEPS COME TO A HALT.]

IRENE

This is it.

ADEN

…so, what now?

IRENE

We wait, I guess?

ADEN

[WONDERING WHY HE AGREED TO THIS] Ah. Okay.

What exactly were you doing when you saw it the first time?

IRENE

Nothing? I was just standing here. I turned around, and when I turned back, there it was.

ADEN

Well then, maybe we shouldn’t stare at it.

IRENE

Good idea. [A BEAT.] Okay, how about this: we go sit on those rocks over there, wait for a bit, and then see what happens?

ADEN

[ANXIOUSLY] Or, wait, I have a better idea! We could just go back to work and pretend this never, ever happened.

IRENE

We’re already here, Aden. We might as well try.

ADEN

[WORRIED, BUT DEFEATED] Fine.

[THEY BOTH WALK OVER TO THE ROCKS AND SIT DOWN.]

ADEN

Now we wait?

IRENE

Yup.

ADEN

[SLOWLY] What should we talk about?

IRENE

Um…I guess just, anything? What do you want to talk about?

ADEN

Hm… [HE THINKS FOR A MOMENT.] What kind of music do you listen to?

IRENE

A mix. Um, I like Fall Out Boy?

ADEN

[SNORTS LAUGHING] Fall Out Boy? Seriously?

IRENE

What? Their older stuff is good.

ADEN

Ah, so you’re only a classic Fall Out Boy fan.

IRENE

[SLIGHTLY DEFENSIVE] I just haven’t listened to their newer stuff, that’s all. I’m not trying to be an elitist or anything.

ADEN

[HE CHUCKLES.] Sure, sure. What else? [A BEAT.] If you say MCR next, I swear, I’ll never look at you the same again.

IRENE

[SHE SNORTS.] I mean, I dunno. Cage is good. I used to listen to Glass Animals a lot, too, but it’s been a while.

ADEN

Those are respectable choices.

IRENE

What about you? [TEASING] I’m guessing you only listen to the most underground of indie.

ADEN

Mm, actually, not really. I mean, I’m sure you’ve heard of Mitski, Superorganism—

IRENE

[OVERLAPPING] Mitski?

[A PAUSE.]

ADEN

Your life is a joke, Irene.

[IRENE STARTS LAUGHING, BUT ADEN REMAINS DEAD SERIOUS.]

ADEN

I’m serious. Your life is a joke and I have no idea how you manage to live this way.

IRENE

[STILL LAUGHING] Fine! Fine. I’ll listen to Mitski.

ADEN

Oh no, I’m definitely forcing you to listen to her on the way back. That’s a promise.

[IRENE’S LAUGHTER DIES OFF, AND THERE’S A MOMENT OF SILENCE.]

IRENE

What else?

ADEN

I dunno.

Who do you record messages for?

IRENE

[SHE BECOMES MORE SERIOUS.] What?

ADEN

If you don’t mind answering, that is.

[A BEAT. IRENE SIGHS HEAVILY.]

IRENE

My ex-girlfriend.

ADEN

Ah. I understand not being able to move on from a relationship, [WHISTLE] trust me. Is there some sort of heartbreaking break-up story, or—?

IRENE

[GRIM] She went missing.

[SILENCE.]

ADEN

Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t—

IRENE

It’s fine. The wound is four years old. It hardly hurts to pick at it now.

ADEN

[SINCERE] Do you want to talk about it?

IRENE

[STIFLED] I mean, it’s kind of complicated? I’ll spare you the details for now. It’s just…I don’t know.

I just thought I’d be over it by now. That’s what those recordings were meant to do: help me get over it. I just keep obsessing over it, though.

[ALMOST MOURNFUL] I try to look for the good in my new life, but I realize that she’s in all the things I think are good. I can’t even date other people—and I’ve tried. It doesn’t take long for the relationships to unravel and fall apart. [SHE SCOFFS.] One girl said it was like I was cheating.

ADEN

[SYMPATHETIC] People handle loss differently, you know. It’s okay to not be over it just because time has passed.

IRENE

[DISTANT] Right.

[THEN, MORE AWARE] I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping this onto you. You’re my coworker, not my therapist.

ADEN

Don’t worry about it. I’m always here if you need anything, work-related or not.

Have you tried therapy, though?

IRENE

I did, but it’s been a while. To be honest, at this point, I’m not sure if going back would—

[THERE’S A LOUD RUSTLING NEARBY.]

[EERIE MUSIC BEGINS GROWING IN THE BACKGROUND.]

ADEN

Did you hear—? [SUDDENLY PANICKED] Irene! Hey, stop!

[IRENE HAS ALREADY RISEN TO HER FEET.]

IRENE

Shh! [WHISPERS] I think that was the branches.

ADEN

[WHISPERS THROUGH CLENCHED TEETH] Irene, I think a big living mass of dirt would sound a lot louder than—

[ANOTHER LOUD RUSTLING.]

IRENE

I’m going to check it out. You stay here.

[SLOW AND CAREFUL FOOTSTEPS AS IRENE STEPS TOWARDS THE BRANCHES. THE RUSTLING CONTINUES.]

IRENE

[WARY] Hey…

Wait, is...is that—wo-oah!

[THE MUSIC CUTS OFF ABRUPTLY.]

[THERE IS A RUSTLING ACCOMPANIED BY THUMPING NOISES AS RABBITS RUN PAST IRENE, THEIR FAINT SQUEAKS AND WHIMPERS IN THE BACKGROUND. IRENE STUMBLES FOR A MOMENT BEFORE SHE IS HEARD FALLING OVER. A CRACKING NOISE IS HEARD AS HER PHONE SCREEN SHATTERS.]

[THE RABBIT NOISES FADE OFF.]

ADEN

[UNIMPRESSED] Rabbits. It was a family of rabbits hiding beneath the branches.

IRENE

[SHE GROANS IN PAIN.] Shut up.

[SHE SHIFTS TO A SITTING POSITION.]

IRENE

Oh, fuck.

ADEN

[WINCES] That screen is cracked pretty bad.

Does it still work?

IRENE

[SHE SIGHS IN RELIEF.] Yeah, and it’s still recording, too.

ADEN

Whew, that was close. You, er, have all of your recordings backed up, right?

IRENE

No?

ADEN

[DUMFOUNDED] Seriously? You’re a young adult in the 21st century! How do you not know the basics of technology? Always back up your important files to a flash drive or something!

IRENE

Of course I know that. I just never thought to back up the recordings because…well, I guess I just never thought about what would happen if I lost all of them. I usually just focus on the act of making them.

ADEN

You probably should upload them somewhere else for safe keeping, though. In case your phone’s next fall is its last.

IRENE

You’re probably right.

ADEN

[NERVOUS] Can we please leave now? I don’t think your “eldritch monster” or whatever you called it is going to show up anytime soon.

IRENE

Yeah, let’s go.

[SHE GRUNTS AS SHE PUSHES HERSELF TO HER FEET.]

IRENE

Thank you. For uh, following me out into the woods and listening to me talk about my missing ex-girlfriend.

ADEN

Anytime! [HE PAUSES.] Actually, no, I never want to follow you into the woods to go monster hunting ever again. Er, no offense. Can you turn off the recording now?

IRENE

[SHE CHUCKLES.] Sure.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[RECORDING ENDS.]

AUTOMATED VOICE

Today’s quote is: “Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.”

Matsuo Bashō, 1644-1694.

[OUTRO MUSIC AND CREDITS PLAY.]

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shadowthrone-ammanas · 4 years

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1(Takes place in a different timeline. It might be too much so feel free to delete this if you want. You’re a great writer and I understand if you do.) prompt: Hat Kid was having a horrible day. The morning had started out great, but that was the best it got. Cooking Cat finally built up her self esteem enough for her to start talking. She was almost completely mute, but when she started warming up to her friends CC helped her build up courage to start speaking to her friends. Today was

Thank you for the request! I changed it to better fit how I prefer to write mostly Hat Kid, but Snatcher a bit too. I also ended up making their fight worse because that sweet, sweet angst calls to me. I hope that’s okay.

English

Speaking English was hard. Not the understanding of it, Hat Kid had a special app on her phone to help her with that until she’d mastered it – which had happened fairly quick because she was apparently a ‘prodigy’ which meant she was supposedly super smart or something – the wonders of coming from a technologically advanced civilization. But making the sounds for it was tough, thankfully physically possible for her to do but very difficult, unnatural, and uncomfortable.

She was getting the hang of it though. She practiced alone in her ship with only Rumbi as a witness, using the language app on her phone for guidance and recording. She wanted the first time she spoke in English to someone to be perfect. She was a ‘prodigy’ after all, people expected great things from her all the time, she couldn’t be seen struggling to do something as simple as speaking a language she already completely understood.

Right now, everyone thought she was mute. She hadn’t told them that, just let them assume it. When she spoke perfect clear understandable English to them, they were going to be so surprised. She’d probably bend the truth a little in explanation, say her vocal cords wouldn’t let her speak English but she’d fixed it with some alien tech she’d devised. No one should question that because aliens and magic could explain away anything and everything.

When finally at long last, she was able to speak whole tongue twisters with clear diction, she decided it was finally time to go talk to someone. After wishing Rumbi a quick “Farewell,’ – speaking English of course – she beamed down to the planet, Mafia Town to be precise.

She was never really sure where to find Mu but Cooking Cat’s studio was always a good place to look. Except she wasn’t there, neither was Cooking Cat or any of the film crew. Checking their house revealed the same thing. It was possible they were off on another business trip for the show even though they’d just come back from the Metro like two weeks ago. So, Hat Kid didn’t look many more places before giving up and moving on to Dead Bird Studio.

She found the directors brainstorming in DJ Grooves’ dressing room, the bigger of the two dressing rooms. They were sitting side by side and hunched in, looking at what was presumably the script for their next collab movie. They both looked up at her as she stepped in and closed the door behind her loud enough for them to hear.

“Hey darling,” DJ Grooves said. “You need something?”

“Yes, hello lass,” the Conductor said, speaking much more offhandedly. “We’re kind of busy right now so make it quick.”

Now was the moment of truth. The first English words she would speak to real people. If she messed this up, she would be haunted by it forever. She took a deep breath and put on a smile. “Hello Conductor. Hello DJ Grooves.” Yes! Perfect, she’d nailed it.

They both froze staring at her in silence. Eventually the Conductor broke it. “You can speak?”

“Yep, sure can. I always could, just not English. I’m an alien, remember? My vocal cords and stuff are different than yours. But I fixed it and now I can speak English too. Cool, right?” Still speaking flawlessly. Why had she ever been worried? She was a natural at this. … Sort of anyway, it had taken a lot of practice, more than she would ever admit to anyone.

The Conductor and DJ Grooves exchanged a look and had a quick whispered exchange she couldn’t make out. They then turned back to face her. “Darling, you know what this means, right?”

“Uh… no, what does it mean?”

“It means we can now cast you in speaking roles. The people are going to absolutely love you even more than they did before.”

“Yep,” the Conductor said. “We’re actually working on a script right now, almost done with it actually. One of the roles would be perfect for you now that you can speak. Want to see?” He held up the messy bunch of papers the two of them had been working on when Hat Kid came in.

She wasn’t sure she was ready for that kind of thing yet. But she couldn’t say ‘no’, could she? She didn’t want them to know she wasn’t entirely confident in her speech so… “Okay.” She liked working with them anyway even if from here on out how she worked with them would probably be very different. That was fine though, she needed the speech practice anyway.

Turns out carrying a proper conversation and even acting out a few lines in English was more difficult than Hat Kid had thought it’d be. She didn’t mess up only out of sheer willpower not to because she got really close quite a few times, making the whole ordeal rather stressful. She got out as soon as she reasonably could, leaving feeling exhausted.

She should probably take a break, chill out on her ship for a while, playing video games or something. But she’d only talked to two people so far. She wanted to talk to at least one more before calling it quits for the day. Snatcher was the natural choice; he was her BFF and most of the time he wasn’t super chatty so a conversation with him shouldn’t be too taxing.

When she beamed down to Subcon, Snatcher wasn’t in his large reading hollow. Meaning Hat Kid had to go find him. Which was fine, walking through the woods was always nice. She found him in Subcon Village with all the Subconites standing in front of him, listening to whatever he was saying. Which Hat Kid didn’t get to hear any of because he stopped talking as soon as she stepped into the village.

“You are all dismissed,” he said, speaking to the Subconites who quickly scattered. “What do you want kid? I’m busy.” And apparently rather grouchy about it. So maybe now wasn’t a good time to talk to him but she’d already disturbed him so… whatever. Her revealing her ability to speak should cheer him up a bit anyway though, right?

“Hello Snatcher,” she said with a smile and a wave.

He paused in surprise but… he seemed unimpressed, crossing his arms as he frowned at her. “So you can speak now huh?” He didn’t seem to be acting either, he seemed to genuinely not care.

“Yep, sure can. Actually, I could…”

“I really don’t care kid,” he interrupted. “I have more important things to worry about right now. So peck off and talk to any of your dumb friends who do care. Just get out of my forest.” He made a shooing gesture towards her.

It was probably because Hat Kid was already tired but she was far more hurt by Snatcher’s words than she normally would be. It made her angry because she’d worked so hard on learning how to speak and he didn’t care. “You’re mean,” she said, glaring up at him.

“Have you only just now figured that out kid? You’re real slow on the uptake there, huh?” He grinned at her, mocking her, making her angrier.

“Peck you,” she said, pointing at him. “I hate you. You’re worse than Vanessa. I hope she finds you again, you two deserve each other.” She said it because it was the worst thing that came to her in the moment. There were worse things she could’ve said for sure but… this was bad enough; she regretted the words as soon as they were out of her mouth.

His grin vanished; his expression suddenly unreadable but it certainly wasn’t just furious. “Yeah well, I wished you’d stayed mute, you little brat. Now get out of my forest.”

Hat Kid sensed energy building beneath her feet. She jumped out of the way just in time to avoid one of Snatcher’s magic blasts. He didn’t follow it up with another one though. Instead he just looked at her in silence, his expression still unreadable.

Hat Kid should apologize, right? What she’d said was way out of line. But… what he’d said and done wasn’t any better, wasn’t it? Who had started it though? … She was no longer sure.

Instead of doing anything to try to fix it, she pulled out her phone and beamed herself back up to her ship. She didn’t want Snatcher to see her tears should she fail to fight them off. And he wanted her to leave anyway, rightfully so too, meaning she should, considering what had just happened. She’d apologize later when they’d both had some time to calm down.

For this request event.

#My Writing #Ahit #A Hat In Time #snatcher & hat kid #fighting #angst #Hat Kid is very much an alien

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choupichoups · 5 years

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Press F (Instagram/College AU)

Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking. Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.

He smiles down at the screen, scrolling through the hilarious comments on the post. The exaggerated marriage proposals are probably his favourite because, honestly, same but he’d never be caught dead saying shit like that. Even as a joke.

Maybe.

Lucas sinks deeper into the couch, dimming the brightness on his phone screen just in case Yann happens to look over at some point. It’s not like Yann doesn’t know what he’s up to most of the time, but he’d still like to save himself from some of the teasing, thank you very much.

“Did you see that?” Yann yells at no one in particular, fully engrossed in the game they’re playing. Or they had been playing, since Lucas died in the game a good few minutes ago. He’s got better things to do anyway— like check the guy’s profile for any new updates he might have missed. Lucas isn’t exactly on top of his game when it comes to keeping up with Instagram but ever since his great discovery, he’s spent more time scrolling through the app in more recent times that his entire high school years combined.

“I’m doing another round of this before we switch up the game, okay?” Yann murmurs, already pressing the buttons before Lucas even replies. The latter shrugs, doesn’t care whether he gets to play for the next while. He’s much too preoccupied staring at the new photo he’s been graced with.

The dude, the myth, the legend. Eliott Demaury.

Lucas found out about him nearly two months ago— or more accurately, he found Eliott’s short film, Polaris, while scrolling through Youtube one dull Friday night. He’d watched the entire thing at three o’clock in the morning and promptly obsessed over it for the next couple of hours. Finding the director’s Instagram and seeing a puzzle posted on it hadn’t doused his interest either. If anything, that just made it worse. His last two braincells had worked in overdrive trying to rewatch the film and solve the puzzle at the same time.

Needless to say, he’d managed to find Eliott’s personal account in the end but the feeling of accomplishment only lasted until he saw that quite a lot of people had also found it. Mr. Demaury, has, in fact, half a million followers on his Instagram and Lucas could have probably found it easily if he’d just googled it instead of driving himself nuts figuring out what the riddle meant.

“Man, this is too hard.” Yann groans from beside him and Lucas can only assume he’s lost another round. He offers a vague noise of sympathy for his friend. “Are you really doing this right now?”

“Hm?”

“You’re really out here stalking your man during our we time?”

Lucas drags his gaze off of Eliott’s majestic photo so Yann can get a full view of his frown. “Our what now?”

“This is our time, Lucas. Best friend bonding time. 22h to 24h, it’s on the contract.”

He starts laughing, can’t help it when faced with the truly affronted expression all over Yann’s face. “What contract?”

“You signed it when you were like two years old.”

“Uh huh.” Now certain that Yann’s just talking nonsense, Lucas returns his attention back on his phone. “Legit age to be signing contracts.”

Yann doesn’t say anything but he steals Lucas’ phone from his grip and holds it out of reach when Lucas scrambles to get it back. “You don’t even follow him, what the hell?”

“That doesn’t matter, give it back!”

“So what, you just search up his profile all the time?”

“What about it?”

“That’s so sad, Lucas.”

“Shut up,” he says, snatching his phone back once it’s finally in his reach. “Imane knows this guy, I won’t hear the end of it if they get even a little hint that I’m looking at— Yann!” he screeches, shaking Yann’s shoulder with one hand while his other holds the phone up to his face.

The horror in his voice must be evident because Yann immediately straightens up, dragging Lucas close so he can take a look at the screen as well. “What?”

“Oh no… oh no no no.”

“Oh shit.”

“What do I do?!” Lucas waves his phone at Yann, almost decking him on the nose in the process. Yann stills him, shaking his head at the bright red heart below Eliott’s post. “Do you think I should unlike it? I can still do that right? He won’t see the notification, he gets a lot anyway.”

“No, man, that just makes it weird.”

“But…”

“You have to follow him.”

Lucas gives him a withering look. “Are you serious right now?”

“It’s natural! You like the post, okay, chill, next you follow. He gets lots of notifications, as you said. By the time he checks back, 200 other people would have followed him too. Wait a couple more days then unfollow and unlike.” Yann rubs at his back, sounding so sure of himself. “Then you can go back to your sad stalking ways after that.”

He shoves at Yann with a scowl, making sure to kick at his friend’s limbs as he slides off from where he’d basically crawled into the other’s lap in a desperate bid to retrieve his phone. And look where all that effort has gotten him.

“You sure that’s not weird?”

Yann throws a pillow at his face. “I already said it’s natural. Honestly if somebody did that to me I wouldn’t think anything weird of it.”

“Okay.”

Lucas hits the follow button, closes out of the app, and shoves his phone under the cushions. Whatever happens next is a problem for tomorrow.

He doesn’t go back on Instagram until well into Tuesday evening, choosing instead to finish all of his homework and maybe do a little bit of reading ahead of time for his biology class. It’s a wonder how much one is capable of getting done while avoiding the thing they usually obsess over.

But he’s only human. So letting go of all the self control he’s managed to conjure up the entire morning, he pulls up the app and slowly scrolls through the new content. He doesn’t know why he’s dreading this so much anyway— literally nothing is probably going to happen. Eliott won’t even notice the new addition to his massive following and Lucas would be able to see his posts without having to search up his username all the goddamn time. It’s a win-win.

Lucas doesn’t curb the smile pulling at the corners of his lips, even though a small part of him is a little disappointed. Not that he’s expecting anything to come out of this ridiculous infatuation anyway but knowing what Polaris is paired with that caption, the post sounds increasingly more romantic the longer he thinks about it.

So Eliott’s taken already. That’s cool. Great. But this is nice, at least, Eliott’s posts being readily accessible for him like this. Maybe he shouldn’t have made a big deal about following the guy in the first place. Only Imane seems to know both Eliott and Lucas anyway and she’s not the type to unnecessarily pry into other people’s business.

He still doesn’t hit like on the post though. He has to be subtle about this, he’ll wait a couple more posts to go before liking another one. Lucas is extra careful to avoid double tapping the screen when he goes back to his feed, no longer holding his breath for a catastrophe as he mindlessly goes through other new posts and notifications.

Which explains why he’s entirely too unprepared for what happens next.

srodulv started following you.

He clutches at his phone with both hands, forcibly shoving down the urge to scream and throw his phone out the window. He’s ill-equipped to deal with this. It’s not supposed to happen; Eliott shouldn’t have noticed him and Lucas should be free to get on with his life without knowing that some god in human form has probably seen the dumb photos he posts with him and the gang and— oh god, what did he post during that party last week again? It doesn’t look too stupid does it?

Lucas frantically skims through his own profile, wanting to shrivel up and die for every post he finds way too embarrassing to be seen by the guy.

The apartment door creaks open and Lucas throws himself off his bed, running out to the living room and most likely startling Yann out of his mind but that doesn’t matter right now.

“Yann!” he yells out, reminiscent of the panicked tone he’d used the night before.

“Huh?” Yann turns around, dropping his bag on the floor as he slips out of his shoes.

Lucas stands in front of him, holding out the phone over his head like it’s Simba. “He noticed me,” he whispers as if there’s a chance that anyone else would hear them.

“Who?” Yann looks from Lucas’ wide eyes to the phone in his hand. The screen is eye level for Yann so he merely peeks up to see what all the fuss is about. “Oh.”

And then Yann starts laughing. Lucas, personally, doesn’t find anything amusing in this situation.

“Can you stop that? I’m so stressed out right now,” he huffs, bringing the phone back down to his chest so he can stare some more at the notification that changed his life.

“Sorry, you gotta admit it’s a little funny.”

It’s not, but okay. Lucas continues frowning down at the screen, wondering if it would be too weird to mass delete half of his old posts.

Yann takes his phone away before he does anything stupid.

“You said he won’t even realize,” Lucas mumbles miserably, mind flashing back to that one stupid meme he’d posted about three weeks ago. God, Eliott’s going to unfollow in the next ten minutes.

“I’m not right about everything. Anyway, isn’t this a good thing? The guy only follows like 20 people and you’re one of them.”

Wait, what?

He reaches up, tilts his own phone in Yann’s hand so he can confirm that with his own eyes.

And okay, maybe that makes him feel a little giddy inside. Deep down. Just a little.

“Congrats, man. Not everyone gets noticed by their crush.”

“I don’t have a crush.”

“Sure.”

“Shut up.”

His phone beeps with another notification and they both look down at it simultaneously, like birds honing in on loose bread. It’s almost comical the way they gasp in unison when the notifications start popping up. From instagram user srodulv. Eliott. Eliott’s straight up just… liking a lot of his posts. Embarrassing memes included.

Yann opens his mouth to say something but Lucas grabs the phone out of his grip and runs back into his room, shutting the door so he can freak out in peace.

#elu #skam france #skamfr #elu fic #thats a lotta tags #did i make this blog just so i can post this?#more likely than you think #this is how i cope #all the au #i feel like we're all just staring into the void #waiting for the clip to drop #im gonna sleep #elu insta au #fictag

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4lix · 5 years

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homecoming; lee felix.

oneshot; spiderman!felix word count: 4534 based off of the movie spider-man: homecoming although you don’t have to have any knowledge of the movie to read this! xx

the main thing that made this week terrible was the huge chemistry exam you had coming up, and lord knows you get nothing done with lee minho sitting next to you in that class. the boy could say anything and you two would be doubled over in laughter.

so you decide to spend the rest of your day at the public library, if you go home you know for sure you’re going to end up taking a nap and waking up an eternity later, and considering your grade at the moment, failing this exam was not an option.

by the time you’re done studying though, it’s nearing midnight, and exhausted is an understatement for how you feel. your eyes are ridiculously heavy and you broke curfew. you could already feel the headache your mother was going to give you.

you drag yourself out from the library, feet heavy as you walk towards the station.

the subway home is uneventful, the usual crowd of midnight travelers in queens, new york. it isn’t anything out of the ordinary for students to be lugging backpacks that weigh two tons on their shoulders during the dead of night.

your feet carried you home as they always did, the same routine. however the walk through the alleyway that absolutely scared you shitless even during the day was a million times worse at night.

you blink once and suddenly you’re pushed up against brick walls, a strong, calloused hand gripping your throat and closing around your neck, cutting off your oxygen.

“hello beautiful, i made a good catch today huh?” the man’s words are slurred, he reeks of alcohol, and you attempt to scream but he’s quick to muffle it with his other hand.

terrified, you begin kicking your limbs about in a futile attempt to free yourself, but the man kicks you with all his strength in the abdomen, causing you to fall limp in his hold.

you wince, squeezing your eyes shut as your ears are filled with his cacophonous laughter.

he grips at your hip, hand beginning to slide up your abdomen, you can feel your eyes burning with tears.

that is until you hear something whip past your face, a yelp in pain, and then the grip on your neck is suddenly gone.

opening your eyes, there’s absolutely nothing that could prepare you for the sight in front of you.

spider-man works hastily, already webbing a restraint around the perpetrator. once the man is restrained he quickly turns to you, hand immediately jumping towards your neck that is swelling slightly from the harsh actions of the drunk man.

“are you okay?” he asks with concern interlaced with each syllable, your heart is thundering in your chest, somehow the voice is familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

“y-yeah.. th-thank you.” you’re grateful for the darkness of the night, otherwise spider-man would very visibly see your face as red as a tomato.

“it’s nearly midnight, why are you out so late, it isn’t safe.” he scolds, helping you gather your belongings that fell to the floor.

“i-i was studying. i have a chemistry exam in a few days and i’m n-not ready for it.. i’m s-sorry for bothering you-”

“n-no i didn’t mean it like that, you aren’t a bother at all, this is my job anyway.” he says sweetly, and if you could see his face, you’d see the gentle smile he wears however his identity was a mystery, so the lilt in his voice was all you had to go by that he was being genuine.

“i love chemistry, one of my favorite classes actually my teacher always– let’s get you out of here, yeah?” he says, stopping himself before he gets carried away and exposes his identity.

you tilt your head at him in confusion, but don’t push for an answer.

he wraps his arm securely around your waist, whispers gently “hold on tight” before his webs extend out from his arm and hook onto the building above you.

you yelp in fear, shoving your face in his chest and he laughs.

“it’s okay, i won’t drop you. you’re safe with me.” he reassures, his grip was incredibly strong, probably because he’s a superhero and all, but you shake your head against his chest, refusing to look up.

“g-god a little warning would’ve been nice you know.” you whine and he laughs out a pathetic excuse for an apology.

“i’m going to need you to tell me where to go though, i don’t know where you live. trust me it’s not that scary, it’s actually really pretty.” he attempts to convince you, but it doesn’t work, you can’t feel the ground beneath your feet, your brain basically shut down from fear.

but he was right, he had no clue how to get you home.

leaving the safety of spider-man’s chest, you try to find the courage to look at the city below you.

it was terrifyingly gorgeous, swinging from new york’s concrete buildings, the lights reflecting against glass windows, everything was utterly breathtaking from this height, especially at night.

“it’s nice right?” he looks down at your face briefly, watching as the lights of the city shine against your eyes like stars.

“yeah, it’s, s-so pretty...”

spider-man can’t help but think you’re prettier.

when you finally reach your apartment, spider-man sets you gently down on your firescape. you decided to go through your bedroom window, so that you can at least pretend to be asleep so your mother won’t strangle you for coming home at this hour.

“don’t you have a bedtime spider-man?” you ask jokingly, and to your surprise he nods.

“i do actually, my mom would literally burst a vein if she knew where i was right now.” he laughs and you open your bedroom window, crawling inside and releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in when your feet touched the floor.

“ground, at last.” you say and spider-man only laughs again.

“mr. spider-man–”

“please, call me spidey.”

“spidey.” you correct with a smile, “ i’m y/n. but, thank you, really.”

“well don’t mention it y/n, i’m your friendly neighborhood spider-man, it’s what i do.” he says his trademark, you can hear the smirk in his voice.

again, the voice, incredibly familiar yet all the while you had absolutely no clue who it belonged to.

before you can ask him why the hell his voice is so goddamn familiar he’s already latching onto the building across from your window and just like that his figure swings away into the night darkness.

you fall face first into your bed, screaming into your pillow and kicking your feet wildly.

spider-man just fucking rescued you.

spider-man just swept you off your feet and swung you from building to building.

grabbing your phone, you immediately open your messaging app, frantically retelling the story to minho who of course was still awake although it was nearly one in the morning.

he calls bullshit before telling you to go to bed.

the next day at school you just don’t shut up about it. telling everyone and anyone about what happened.

when chemistry comes by you grip minho’s arm, shaking it frustratedly whilst practically screaming in his face “it happened minho! i’m not lying!”

jisung looks at felix knowingly. he’s the only one who knows about his second life.

october was the worst month of the year. why you might ask? it was homecoming season.

all your friends ever talked about was homecoming, their dates, what they’re gonna wear, how many countless boys and girls asked them out, and you just sat there, eating your potato chips with a bemused expression on your face.

“y’know if you stopped waiting for spider-man to swing down on a web again and sweep you off your feet maybe you’d actually have a date. you can go with us as a group if you want, consider it charity.” your friend nudges you, the girl wears a stupid grin on her face because the most popular guy in school asked her to be his date, so here she was with her ego all inflated trying to rub salt in your wounds.

“yeah no, i’d rather go to homecoming with mr. jyp than third wheel with you and that cocky bastard.”

“yikes, i’m right here y’know.” he reminds and you ignore him, stabbing your food angrily.

“shut up, asshole.”

“and you wonder why no one asks you out with a personality like that-”

“i can get a date easily if i wanted to!”

“then get one and quit complaining all the time.” he counters back.

“maybe i will!”

“good luck! you can’t pay them either, although i can’t think of any amount of money that would be worth spending a minute with you-”

“look here you little fucking shit-”

“y/n..” your friend puts her hand over yours, which was turning bright red from the death grip you had on your fork, loosening your fingers. “he’s just messing with you, calm down.”

“i’m leaving.” is all you say before picking up your backpack and walking away from the table, making sure to swat him with your backpack on the way out, he flips you the bird in response.

because of your fit of anger, you don’t notice the pair of eyes that has been watching you this whole time, not even as his eyes follow your silhouette as you exit the cafeteria.

lee felix stares at you admiringly from afar practically everywhere you go. he’s practically failing chemistry because he can’t keep his eyes off of you, but luckily he’s practically einstein so he doesn’t really need to pay much attention anyways. you sit next to minho in chemistry, the school’s heart throb and also your best friend. he’s funny, charming, and everything lee felix wishes he could be.

it’s bittersweet to see you laughing so happily at the boy he envied the most. he hopes one day he could make you laugh and smile like that.

the good thing about minho was he was gay as fuck.

currently in a relationship with some boy from a private school in upstate new york, bang christopher? something like that.

not many knew of his secret, but you did. felix certainly didn’t, he thought you and minho had a thing actually. which was another reason he never bothered to shoot his shot when it came to claiming your heart.

jisung just calls felix a chicken, even throwing in some obnoxious bocking sounds. if minho wanted you, he would’ve had you a long time ago.

and yeah that made sense, but felix needed to hold on to some excuse as to why he wouldn’t ask you out.

in reality he was just really insecure, scared that you would think he’s too lame or something to date you.

in chemistry you immediately confide in minho for support about what occurred during lunch, how your friend’s date riled you up and you look at minho sadly before asking,

“am i really that unlikable?”

minho bursts into laughter at the question, after a while he covers his mouth to suppress his giggles, feeling a bit guilty.

felix’s heart collapses in on itself, if only you knew how fucking incredible you were. he wanted in that moment to march up to minho, punch him in the face, grab you by the face, and kiss the living shit out of you, maybe then you’d know how likeable you were.

“wow thanks, remind me to never ask you for advice ever again.”

“n-no i’m sorry! it’s just, i’m the worst person to ask y/n.” minho says between fits of laughs and you just roll your eyes at him.

only you knew he was gay, which was kind of hilarious and maybe if you weren’t so sensitive you would’ve laughed too, but your ego was hurt regardless.

“who knows maybe spider-man will ask you out to hoco.” minho jokes light-heartedly, and at that felix’s head snaps upwards, jisung only snorts at how obvious he’s being.

“if only, right? he’s the only guy for me, y’know why i haven’t had a boyfriend yet?”

“because you’re waiting for spider-man.” minho finishes knowingly.

“yup, my one and only.” you say dreamily, minho nudges you before shaking his head, a small laugh leaving his lips, “you’re embarrassing.” this time you laugh with him.

felix on the other hand, has a face burning red and a heart hammering in his chest.

this is his chance.

“y’know if you just tell her you’re spider-man she’d even say yes if you proposed let alone asked her to homecoming.” jisung says to a still flustered felix, school already ended and it’s been hours since chemistry but his heart was still going haywire.

you unknowingly liked him... indirectly, you were in love with lee felix.

“i-i mean yeah, but she likes spidey, not me.” felix reminds bitterly, shoving his textbooks into his backpack before slamming his locker shut.

“in case you forgot, you’re the same person.”

“not really, spider-man is… spider-man. i’m.. felix.”

“that made zero sense?”

“yeah yeah shut up and let me be insecure okay.”

jisung doesn’t bug him further on the matter.

spider-man pays you a visit frequently, much to your liking. his stops were nice, whether it be him offering you help with chemistry or when he got a bit too injured during combat and decided to stop by for some help.

the first time he ever stopped by for medical assistance he was roughed up pretty bad. it was late, nearing midnight, and you could tell his face was bloody, if the crimson seeping through the fabric of his mask was anything to go by.

“c-can i take off your mask?” you asked gently and he vigorously shakes his head.

“u-uh not a g-good idea. mr. stark will kill me.” he says adding an awkward chuckle at the end.

“but you’re bleeding, how am i supposed to help you?”

“just being here is helping, i just needed a rest stop y.n.” he reassured.

he did it often. just stopping by, talking with you on your fire escape. you enjoyed his company, your mother didn’t like it all too much when you had friends over, especially guy friends so you can’t imagine how she’d feel about a superhero paying a visit.

somehow you had so much in common, so much you could talk about.

“who’s your favorite avenger?”

“definitely not spider-man. oh wait, you aren’t even an avenger.” you tease and he puts his hand to his chest in mock offense.

“well then, it appears that’s my cue to get going-”

“i’m joking idiot.” you grab his arm, pulling him back down.

“my favorite superhero has always been spider-man, i’ve been like, obsessed with you since you saved the decathlon team on the broken elevator.. that.. was insane.” your eyes unknowingly glimmer with admiration and felix feels his heart stutter.

“o-oh th-that was nothing.” he stutters and there’s something about that stutter that just eats away at your memory.

“spidey, this might sound crazy, but do we know each other? like, not as spider-man, as your normal form?”

fuck, he’s been caught.

after a few moments of hesitation, he finally comes up with his genius idea to avoid the question.

“y-yes mr. stark?” he suddenly holds his finger to his ear, pretending to be receiving intel from headquarters.

“ah yes you need me over right away? okay, i’ll be right there.” he heaves a sigh, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“sorry love, duty calls.” he blows you a kiss before swinging away and the conversation ends then and there.

your face burns a bit at the pet name.

school was the same, nobody believed you and spider-man were friends, and the topic eventually became old news as excitement for homecoming was in full swing.

in chemistry you’re assigned a group to work with for your lab, minho, jisung, and felix being your teammates. you didn’t mind felix and jisung, they didn’t talk much and kept to themselves most of the time, so you assumed it would be an easy assignment to get done efficiently thanks to your intelligent group members (minus minho).

however the moment you carry your textbook and notes over towards felix’s table, the boy avoids eye contact with you like the plague, his face a vibrant crimson.

“you okay?” you ask worriedly, felix clears his throat awkwardly before nodding furiously.

“don’t mind him.” jisung says, patting his back comfortingly.

“he’s just not good with girls– fuck!” jisung winces, glaring over at felix who sends him a death glare.

“o-okay then. uh, minho is grabbing us goggles, did you guys write out your hypothesis yet?” you attempt to change the conversation and felix nods, not trusting his voice to speak without stuttering.

“could i read it?” you ask, eyes not leaving felix’s, the boy makes the mistake to look up, and his eyes immediately meet yours.

“u-uh y-yeah h-here.” he hands it over to you, hand shaking like crazy.

you take the paper for him.

“um.” you mumble awkwardly.

his sheet was covered in your name in various fonts, all surrounded by hearts. you bite your lip to suppress the laugh you can feel climbing up your throat.

felix seems to realize what exactly you’re referring to and he snatches his paper away from you hastily, crumbling it up before shoving it in his mouth.

“what the fuck.” minho says blankly, dropping the goggles on the table, wondering just what in the world he just walked into.

you meet eyes with jisung, and the both of you just erupt into laughter, gripping your stomach helplessly and felix just shoves his head down on the table, hiding his cheeks although his ears still poke out, visibly showing his flusterment.

nobody mentions what happened for the rest of the class period, and felix practically keeps his eyes glued to his paper the entire time, not looking up for a moment, and you feel kind of bad.

felix was nice, and he was actually pretty cute. you just didn’t know much about him, since he was too scared to ever talk to you.

it isn’t until the bell rings signaling the end of class does he weakly call your name, eyes still glued to the floor.

he adjusts his backpack strap awkwardly, clearing his throat.

“i-i’m s-sorry a-about that… i- s-sorry if that made you f-feel.. um.. uncomfortable or s-something.” he groans internally at how pathetic he sounds and you smile kindly at him.

“it’s okay, you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, i’m flattered actually.” you tell him reassuringly and that seemed to give him enough courage to look up at you, the corners of his lips turning upwards slightly.

“i-” he starts, but doesn’t get to finish, minho grabbing you by your backpack and lugging you out the room.

“i gotta piss come with me.” he says, ignoring your complaints as he drags you away, leaving a very sullen felix behind, his shoulders falling in disappointment.

he was going to ask you to homecoming.

“what the hell minho i was in the middle of talking to him. and i can’t even get into the guy’s bathroom you dumbass.” you complain, rubbing at your shoulders in pain.

“i just did you a favor.” he says, crossing his arms.

“the hell do you mean?” you ask in confusion.

“the little loser was going to ask you to hoco, i just stopped a disaster from happening.”

“you’re an asshole.”

the air conditioning in your bedroom wasn’t the best, and although it was october it was still quite warm in new york. so you frequently left your window open, just slightly, albeit, enough for an upside down spidey to shout boo! and scare the ever living shit out of you from your window when you’re exhausted from school, you nearly have a heart attack.

he laughs obnoxiously, and you give him the angriest glare you can muster.

grabbing the scissors on your desk, you walk over towards your window.

with one flick of your wrist you snip the webbing keeping him up, now it was your turn to laugh as you watched him fall down the countless stories of your apartment building.

i mean it would be really fucked up if it was anyone else, but it was spider-man, so it only took him seconds to get ahold of reality and latch onto the building again.

he holds that against you for what feels like an eternity.

like when he knocks at your window at two in the morning, and when you scream at him to fuck off and let you sleep he guilts you by reminding you of your heinous crimes.

“remember that day you tried to kill me, y/n? yeah, now open the door before i file a police report, it’s freezing outside.”

you look at him through the window, sticking your tongue out at him mockingly.

“aw little spider-man is scared of a high schooler now? you can take down big bad guys like the vulture but when it comes to me you have to run to the police to protect you?”

“the vulture isn’t even half as scary as you.”

“i know.” you say with a devilish smile, opening the window to your bedroom regardless.

he jumps right in, immediately plopping down on your bed.

it’s weird that this was your normality now. having spider-man laying on your bed.

“i’m so tired, and i have a test tomorrow morning.” he whines. and you tilt your head at the information.

“for what class?”

“chemistry.”

“oh. i do too.”

it’s silent for a while, until spidey clears his throat to cease the awkwardness of unsaid words.

“it’s homecoming season right? you’re going right?” he asks, although he kind of has an idea about your predicament thanks to his eavesdropping in chemistry.

“actually, no. nobody has asked me.” you sigh hands falling in your lap as you take a seat beside the superhero on your bed.

“nobody asked you? how come?” he asks, pretending to be surprised as if he doesn’t hear your whines and complaints every single day to minho.

“i dunno.. i guess i’m just really unlikeable.” you mumble, he immediately sits up, turning to face you.

“not true at all, and i’m sure there’s plenty of people that would love to go with you.” he nudges your shoulder, “don’t say mean things about yourself, y/n. you’re amazing.”

“thanks spidey, i mean, i think this boy in my chemistry class today was going to ask me, i found out he’s had a crush on me this whole time, but minho, the little shit pulled me away before he could ask.”

spider-man swallows, his heart stuttering for a moment.

“y-yeah? how did you find out he likes you?” he’s truthfully amazed his voice hasn’t failed him considering the rate in which his heart is racing.

“he doodled my name all over his notes.. it was really.. cute actually.” you admit, your cheeks blushing a bit at the memory.

“he’s nice, but, i dunno. i don’t think he’s going to ask me, homecoming is in two days, if he was, he would’ve by now. so i either go alone and third wheel with minho or just don’t go at all.” you sigh in defeat, before suddenly getting struck with a genius idea.

“unless you want to take me, spidey.” you tease jokingly, but spider-man is quick to reject the idea.

“no no no, you wouldn’t want to go with me.” he shuts down the idea immediately.

“what makes you say that huh?”

“well, i mean, if you knew who i really was, i don’t think you’d like me.”

“you don’t know that.”

“yeah i do, y/n.”

“regardless of whoever is under that mask i still like you, i’m not shallow, spidey.” you say earnestly, your hand reaching up towards his mask. he pulls away from your touch.

“y-you like me?”

oh shit.

“uh.. w-what-”

“you just said you’ll still like me, y/n.” he can’t tell if he’s happy or upset about it.

i mean, you have a crush on him, but technically it’s someone else at the same time. he can’t tell if this is a win or a loss.

“okay, fine. i like you. but so do thousands of other people so it doesn’t really matter.” you say bitterly.

“well, geez, didn’t realize i was that popular with the ladies.” he says cheekily and you flick his forehead, causing him to wince.

“is this how you treat the boy you love?” he fake cries, holding his forehead in pain.

“oh shut up, i didn’t even hit you that hard.”

“my forehead is throbbing, it’s probably red.”

“okay well let me see it then.” you attempt to reach up towards his mask again, but he dodges your touch again, grabbing your wrists.

“n-no y/n. i can’t.” his tone turns serious, looking at you earnestly through his mask.

“why not? do you not trust me?”

“i do trust you, you’re just, going to be disappointed.”

“i promise you i won’t. please?” you try again, and he heaves a sigh before loosening the grip on your wrists.

carefully sliding your fingers beneath the edge of his mask, you lift the fabric gently and slowly, your heart pounding in your ears.

you’re greeted to warm brown eyes, disheveled honey colored hair, and freckles you know belong to only one boy.

“f-felix?” maybe it’s the shock of it all, or maybe you’re just relieved, but you instantly cup his jaw, rubbing his cheek gently.

“y-yeah. you’re disappointed aren’t you?” he says dejectedly and you immediately shake your head.

“not at all.. i-i’m.. i’m happy it’s you.” you admit finally making eye contact with him, eye to eye, and neither of you are sure who leans in first but before you can process anything your lips are pressed against one another desperately.

immediately your hand falls into his hair, tangling within the tresses, gripping at them when he presses harder against your lips, his tongue slipping past them and entangling around yours.

he pulls you down against your bed, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.

it’s felix. lee felix. this whole time.

things get heated, but then immediately goes back to being silly when felix accidentally bumps your teeth against one another causing him to wince against your lips in pain. he pulls away, laughing into your neck and you just shake your head at him in disbelief.

“you’re so stupid. i-i can’t believe it’s you.”

resting his forehead against yours, he just gives you a lopsided smile, his eyes forming into pretty crescents.

“are you disappointed or happy that it’s me?”

“are you joking. i just kissed the life out of you and you’re asking me if i’m disappointed?” you give him a dumb look and he just laughs again, his cheeks turning that familiar pretty shade of red.

“well then, go to homecoming with me?” he asks hopefully, a stupid smile on his face.

you lean forward and peck his lips quickly before pulling away.

“well how can i say no to spider-man?”

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it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but in preparation of s5 here’s a giant post about the The 100 panel at Wonder Con

Before the panel they played the first 15 minutes of S5. No spoilers, but it reminds us just how good Eliza Taylor is

Then they announced the moderator of the panel. King Roan himself, Zach McGowan

Chris came out with a plate of celery? It looked like celery. I would expect nothing less.

For each panelist Zach had his own question as well as one provided for him about season 5.

Zach's personal question for Jason - "Why'd you kill Roan?"

"Priorities change. Spacekru is a family, on the ground Clarke and Madi are a family, and the bunker is batshit crazy" - Jason when asked if anything has changed when it comes to the notion of tribalism/my people/and the new crews.

Zach - How come everyone gets to grow facial hair but you?

Chris (jokingly) - I actually grow the most and have to shave multiple times a day.

"Space is a bit of respite and peace. I can't imagine he'd want to go back too soon" - Chris when asked what's changed for Monty

Even if Monty and Harper don't last, Chris hopes that they gave it their best shot.

Lindsey said that Raven always felt like Q (James Bond) to her, and that she feels like in s5 Raven is more of Bellamy's right hand man. She gives her input, but gives it to Bellamy to make the call.

She would be interested to see how Raven would be as a leader "maybe she's bad at public speaking"

Zach continued to ask the hard-hitting questions we're all dying to know the answers to, such as "How long did it take Bellamy to grow that beard in space?"

Bellamy makes sure everyone has a job/routine to help them not lose their sanity up in space.

Richard mentioned that saying "See you on the other side" was all he'd hoped it would be, and added on that the line has even more significance for the show because of Jasper

"Not as a leader...He's just as hard on himself as the audience has been...He might judge himself (in regards to the type of person he became to survive) waking up in the morning isn't always the easiest" - Richard when asked how Murphy sees himself.

Zach officially unbanished Tasya from Azgeda. Now she just needs to find Marie to unbanish her the rest of the way

Friendship in space is a novelty for Echo, and this is the first time she's ever had friends

SPACEKRU JOBS

Bellamy delegates

Echo and Emori teach Trig lessons

Echo teaches fighting

Monty teaches farming

Raven teaches Emori

Murphy doesn't do much

"I grew my beard out of respect for Roan" - Sachin Sahel

the one thing Sachin really wanted us to know about the bunker story line is that 'we are not prepared for what we're going to see'

Jarod notes that Miller might have been desensitized early to things like violence and death (going back to s1), but that he got to play vulnerability partly due to love.

Sachin jokes that it's "Terrifying Love"

Jason says there is a merging of minds when it comes to Skai Kru and the grounders, but that "Wonkru is not a good force when they come out"

The Eligius crew is from our time

The fan questions started up, and I realized I have a voice recorder app I can use instead of shorthand speed writing notes (so from here on out things are more detailed)

Fan 1 - Bellamy and Clarke are my favorite characters of all time, and Bob Morley you are amazing.

Bob - aww shucks thank you.

Sachin - he is dreamy

Bob (to Sachin) - no, no continue. Keep talking

Fan 1 (cont'd) - in s4 there were a lot of separations of the major characters, by the end of s5 is it going to be like that where there are more separations or are the main characters going to be coming together and united?

Bob - We obviously can't answer that....Sachin?

Sachin - so the bunker is terrible

Bob passes the question over to Jason "I think you'll be happy."

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Fan 2 - Do they keep in touch with any of the former cast, and is it possible to see them come back in some way or another?

Zach - Nope. I haven't seen these guys in so long

Lindsey mentions they keep in touch a lot, and throws the question of coming back over to Jason.

"Dead on the show is dead, so ultimately it's sad. We have flashback sometimes, so it's always possible, but I can't really specifically say anybody's that's dead will come back."

Jason - Zach, want to do a flashback to when you were little?

Zach - do I get to be a little boy? ... (alters voice to go up a few octaves) this is my little kid voice.

Sachin - I'd watch it.

Fan 3 has a request from another fan for Bob to wear his Bears shirt at the con in Melbourne. Which leads to jokes about Bob taking wardrobe requests, and Sachin asking if he can wear the shirt

Fan 4 - I have a question for SpaceKru, if you guys had free time, what would you guys be doing? We know Bellamy's staring out a window all the time, what else do you do for fun?

Lindsey - doing a lot of puzzles

Tasya (who was talking to Richard) - what were we doing? ... I was busy giving Murphy advice

Richard - she's become my best friend in space over the years. She's my therapist.

Bob - Jason had mentioned training, I think that Echo and Emori give trig lessons. (to Richard) I'm not sure what you're - I mean I was a janitor, so I can teach...

Lindsey - Murphy gives jerk lessons

Richard - that's a low blow... I do what I do. Sometimes I just want to hang out and be by myself... (to Tasya) Echo I need to talk to you right now people are being really mean to me

Jason - a lot of people have sex in space

Fan 5 - What's the strangest thing they ever ate on set?

Lindsey and Tasya - Monty's algae (it was like oatmeal and green juice)

Chris - the jello

Lindsey - the chip! the chip was like a hard gelatin wafer

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Fan 6 - the last season we saw how Clarke dealt with you guys being gone (mentions radioing Bellamy) I wanted to know if we would see how Bellamy dealt with this and Raven, cause you guys were close to Clarke, and the original sky crew too

Bob - I kind of feel like he's carrying guilt about leaving Clarke behind. I mean it was Raven's schedule that kind of -

Lindsey - It was my fault... Which is why it's even worse that it's taken me 6 yrs to figure out a way to get back. That's embarrassing

Bob - I think, also, everyone in SpaceKru is kind of dealing with their own form and grief, and I think that being occupied and yoga classes, as Jason put it, and Trig classes have had them not falling too deeply into their own grief

Lindsey - we talked about giving Raven a tattoo and having something for Clarke in it as a memoir

Jason - then you chose like the biggest raven bird for your back....it would have taken 18 hrs to do in make up

Lindsey - I had other choices too.

Bob - they gave me the blue henley shirt, which you saw Clarke wearing in s1

Lindsey - oh, so you're wearing her shirt?

Bob - Well, no, not her shirt exactly, but I always felt like season 1 people in the blue shirts were the good guy, and the black shirts were the bad guys

Lindsey - we actually had a mop that we just set up on the kitchen table and talked to it.

Bob - Monty's obviously grieving and Echo and Emori. I think we're all trying to deal with it, and at the same time trying to stay sane with routine, whether it be mundane or not.

Jason - they're also trying to, I think, honor her for what she gave up to get them to space.

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Fan 7 (last question) - What was the best improv moment that you had?

Lindsey - Not me, it was Devon. Remember when Devon at the beginning of season 4, he slides in, right? He does the Tom Cruise 'Risky Business' slide. It's great. It's great. It was pure Devon

Jarod mentions he and Sachin getting the "too sweet" hand gesture in

Lindsey - I think I bit someone at some point. I think I bit Eliza real one time when we were doing the ALIE thing

Chris - how closely have you watched the pilot? When Jasper lands on the other side I get a little double fist pump in the air. So, in Mt. Weather when I crack the code, in like 2x08, I threw in, like, 7 or 8 fist pumps

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The android cemetery (Chapter 17)

Daniel stood in the therapist’s office, looking out of the window. At this time the streets were near empty, too bad the same couldn’t be said about the deviant’s mind. Normally Daniel routinely cursed Caroline Phillips for scheduling Emma’s appointments at a Saturday morning. Not so today. Today he was glad for anything that would require his full concentration and take his thoughts off what might happen at the DPD right now.

Additionally, for the first time since participating in these sessions Daniel wished he could be the one to do the talking. Last night had been taxing both mechanically and emotionally. And the harder Daniel tried to push away the memories of the shaft, the more vivid they returned. If there was a trick to keeping them in check, he wouldn’t find it within the next five minutes. Stray thoughts were nothing you could yell at or shoot dead. Like the android he had shot yesterday. But Daniel hadn’t killed it, right? Just… impeded a little?

Yeah, right. Shooting someone into the forearm and then leaving them trapped in an unstable shaft totally doesn’t equal killing them. Congrats, Daniel Phillips-Reed, you are a true human now, justifying the messes you leave in your wake.

But maybe the other android had made it, after all? Markus had escaped the landfill back in 2038, and he had been in a far worse condition! Daniel himself had learned to walk again within a handful of minutes after getting his legs re-attached. So there was a chance… however slim…

It’s not dead… And even if it were, it was it or me. I had no choice! No, that’s not true. I had lots of choices, but they were all crap. This isn’t fair. Maybe Elaine Sanders is the far worse specimen between me and her. She just never gets pushed into situations where that could get revealed!

Elaine Sanders, Emma’s therapist, had just finished today’s crossword when Caroline’s car entered the yard below. Daniel announced it to the woman, then continued to stare.

Elaine called up Emma’s file, one of the few she was working on. Times weren’t kind to her profession. A generic therapist was not qualified to tackle the cases of serious psychological problems and the minor ones could just as well get covered by androids by now. Emma’s was different, not suitable for “automated” solving by an android. For one, she was the victim of an android and for two her mother didn’t trust the devices anymore. Maybe this was the reason why Elaine had dragged out Emma’s sessions for son long: she was trying to milk her mother for money as long as possible.

“Were you a human, I’d say you look lost in thought”, Elaine commented on Daniel’s stance.

“I was wondering about repeating the same mistake over and over”, the android replied.

Elaine nodded. “Very perceptive, Dean”, she addressed the PL600 by the name she took to be its real one. “Emma has indeed done that.”

Yes, I have. Wait, what, did you say Emma? What mistake would Emma have made, let alone repeated? I do not like that one bit…

The door opened and in came Emma Phillips. She wore a glittery purple shirt, a jeans skirt and a vest and cap made of the same material. Her daypack was covered in math jokes of the There’s a band called 1023 MB – they haven’t had any gigs yet variety, but there was also an action figure of Ron Weasley riding his chess horse dangling from it. Everything about the girl’s appearance and movement said “I’m eleven and badass and coming here doesn’t make me weak!” Caroline didn’t allowed her daughter to cut or dye her hair, otherwise she’d probably have green strands in there somewhere now. A pin at Emma’s vest had the shape of a pheasant-like bird sitting on a blue egg, only on second glance the egg was the earth, with its continents reflecting the late Jurassic era. The pin was one of the most common pieces Beasts of Fire merchandise. Seeing it on Emma caused Daniel to smile, because he had recommended the books to Emma in his incarnation as Dean. Caroline had scanned the files for keywords promoting violence or nudity and when she had found none, allowed her child to read them, despite the story being recommended for age fourteen and up. Dean and Emma had had a field day, because Mrs. Phillips had missed that the whole thousands pages thing worked as a parable of the android situation. Not that is had been written with it in mind, back in the early decades of the century, before androids had even existed. But much like androids literature had a way of evolving with the needs of each new generation.

The new generation… Daniel liked to see a part of himself in the child. Many deviants were looking for parental figures. Strangely enough the most advanced of them were especially prone to this: Markus, Connor and Brandon. A few went the opposite route and slipped into parenthood naturally.

Emma approached Daniel to shake hands with him. She moved hers in a special pattern that Daniel adapted to without having to think about it. Halfway through the process the android realized that he had taught this “secret” handshake to Emma when she had been younger. He winced. Was the child onto something? But, no, this was a common handshake, Daniel told himself. It had been stored in his child-care app, along with thousands of other games.

To cover up any slip he might have made, Daniel pointed to Emma’s earbuds.

“What are you hearing?”

Wordlessly the girl handed over one of the pair, instead of inviting the android to link into the music app.

I've been to the edge and / There I stood 'n' looked down Living in a world / We never made / But is it too late now? Something is going on / And I'm really scared

“Huh…” Daniel uttered.

“I heard that a lot when I was ten”, Emma remarked. “But it’s just a song now. For little kids.”

Elaine watched Daniel give the earbud back. She said it was symptomatic. Emma had made great progress in getting over her traumatic experience and shaking off her irrational fear of PL600 androids, up to the point of considering Dean a friend.

“But, see, this is the same mistake you made when you were nine years old”, the therapist told Emma. “You need to understand what really happened to you.”

“I’d say it was pretty clear”, Danie said. “There’s little room for misunderstanding when you get carried away and threatened with a gun. She didn’t lounge by the pool and dreamed that shit, Mrs. Sanders. It happened.”

“See how it takes me literal, Emma?” Elaine took up Daniel’s contribution. “Because it is a machine operating within the boundaries of its programming. It cannot harm you. You are not the victim of a crime, but of an accident. A machine malfunctioned. It wasn’t your enemy. And neither was it, I am sorry to have to say that, your friend.”

Not letting android or child interrupt her, Elaine quickly followed with the command directed at Daniel: to take his outerskin down.

“Show her what you really are!”

Haha, nah, better not…

But Daniel’s secret identity aside, he had been given an order and one that a non-deviant PL600 shouldn’t have any trouble with, realistically. Never mind that the deed was both humiliating and utterly wrong. Anger welled up in the deviant… but before he could flare up and potentially compromise his cover, Daniel remembered something. A little addon that made this PL600 different from almost all the others and also from most of the deviants, because that little bit enabled Daniel to perform an action most of his brethren were not interested in.

“I cannot strip in front of a pre-teen!” Daniel whispered.

The protest and what it implied made Elaine blush.

“In clothes, then.”

“Oh… okay… I suppose I could do that. Now, Mrs. Sander?”

“Yes, now!”

“’kay. I guess…” Daniel turned towards the girl. “There’s nothing to fear, Emma. Gavin has seen me in factory state and could bear it. So can you.”

And so can I. Maybe.

The next moment Daniel felt Emma’s fingers reaching for his.

“Take my hand!” she said with a smile.

At first nothing happened. Daniel took down the skin starting at his toes, working upwards. That way he could get a feeling of his other state before Emma got to see it. The girl was waiting patiently, not letting go of the android’s hand. Then she saw it: a small part of the chest that Dean’s polo shirt exposed was turning grey. From there the change worked itself upwards to the throat and at the same time to the left and right. Flowing down the shoulders the whitish grey appeared from under Dean’s sleeves. Strangely, to Emma the transformation didn’t look like something got taken away, but more like an overlay getting applied. Still the girl winced when the change reached both their hands, but still held Dean’s fast. Only after she had stared at the exposed plastic for a minute or so did Emma look up. The android head was hairless now, Dean’s normally grey-blue eyes had turned to a darker, solid blue and were lacking pupils. The face would have been reminiscent of an alien of popular culture, but those rarely came with assembly lines.

The child didn’t say a word. Neither did the device.

“It’s a machine”, Elaine said in a quiet voice. “Someone activated it, it can get deactivated. We are in power all the time. There is no crime related to androids…”

So, there isn`t? Guess that means Connor and Captain Anderson are out of job now.

“…only accidents.”

Emma was still standing in silence. A few times it looked as if she wanted to say something, but decided against it. At one point the girl had gently let go of Daniel’s hand and was now fiddling with her trouser pockets, for the straps of her daypack, her hair… and always stopping when she realized what she was doing.

The awkward situation was broken by a phone ringing. It turned out to be Elaine’s, she answered the call and then announced cheerfully:

“Good news! The android has been found!”

“What android?” Emma asked.

“Daniel.”

“What?!”

Matter of factly Elaine explained that the DPD was in possession of Daniel’s corpse, how it had gotten misplaced, but found again this very morning.

Now it was for Daniel to reach for Emma’s hand. He grabbed her by the hand, then the wrist, then locked her in a full body tackle, because otherwise the girl would have pounced her therapist. In a way it was similar to the fateful august night: Daniel was holding a struggling Emma, the child was screaming, at the verge of tears, and across from them both stood someone who had gotten sent to help the girl, but who was in truth emotionally detached from both victim and kidnapper.

After a while Emma stopped making fists at Elaine and instead started kicking Daniel, who let go immediately.

“You knew!” Emma yelled at the android. “You were a cop before they sold you to the museum! You must have known Daniel was… stored… at the police station.”

“I wasn’t allowed in the evidence archive…”

“As if that would have stopped you! I told Mr. Reed our android’s name when we first met, of course he would have snooped around in the archive! And what he knows, you know, too, Dean! Don’t even try to deny it!”

“I…”

“You knew Daniel wasn’t destroyed, but didn’t tell me! If only I had known, I would have…”

“You would have what? Brought flowers?”

“Don’t mock me! I thought you were my friend!”

I am. Why do you think I keep my distance?

“I thought… you were… my… friend!!!”

Emma lashed out with her daypack against the android. The chess horse scratched across Daniel’s skin. He backed away. Were non-deviants supposed to allow attacks that could cause physical harm to them? Probably. Another step back it was. Emma had lost the daypack after her first, wild swing. She turned to pushing Daniel now. He landed in Elaine’s ficus elastica. Not a rubber plant, but an actual living potted gum tree.

“Hey, take care, cowboy! Unlike others present this here is alive!” Daniel snapped. “You might have hurt it and its feelings!”

“Oh, shut up! As if you knew anything about feelings!” Emma yelled. “You’re just simulating it, going through your damn apps. That was Daniel’s and my handshake that I accidently did and you just copied it as if it was nothing, as if it had no meaning.”

Emma grabbed her daypack from the floor. She sat down on a chair and held the object to herself like a shield. Across it and a little calmer now, she faced the PL600.

“Sometimes I daydreamed you were Daniel turned good again, but you aren’t, of course. And I want to scream that you betrayed me…”

Yes, I did.

“…but you didn’t. I see that now. You’re just a tool. A machine.”

Lesson learned, I suppose. Another feather in the lady’s cap, another one onto my pile of crap.

“This didn’t end quite like planned”, Elaine admitted later, after the Phillips had left. “But the girl has overcome both her fear and her irrational attachment. She can start fresh now.”

Bitch, if you think this is over, you don’t know my kid! And I better not tell you…

“So, who gets the payment for you assisting in this case? The Science Center or Mr. Reed?”

“Gavin. The contract was signed when I was still in his possession.”

And that was all that remained to do: Elaine transferring the money to Gavin’s bank account. One more cache towards the caribbean vacation. It felt to Daniel as if he had just accepted blood money.

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charlie’s series of one night stands: gotham city

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She was in a bar in Canada, somewhere around Winnipeg. The day was cold and cloudy and all she wanted was a beer and a break – so she headed to the nearest bar, a tiny, crowded place, filled with smoke, voices and cheap booze.

The bartender's name was Evelyn – „Evie for friends, but these days we all gotta stick together, so call me Evie, love” - as she told her, as soon as she sat down.

„So we're exchanging names?”, she asked, smiling lightly. „Fine. My name's Charlie.”

„That's a lovely name, darling. So, Charlie, what can I serve you?”

„Whiskey on rocks.”

„Your accent says you're not from around here.”, Evie said, pouring her drink. „Where do you come from?”

„How do I sound?”

„Well, you sound like you're from that godforsaken hellhole of a city called Gotham.”

„Fuck, seriously?”, Charlie sighed, tapping on the countertop with her long nails – today they were painted black. „You wound me. Do I really sound like I'm from there?”

„You do. I would know, I grew up there.”

„Huh.”

Charlie took a sip and smiled, shaking her head. She put the glass down and once again looked at Evelyn, brushing some loose auburn curls away from her face.

„Funny thing, I was there recently.”, she admitted, tapping her foot to the tune of the song playing in the background. „A month ago, I think.”

„Did you like it?”, Evie asked, with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Charlie laughed quietly, already knowing the right answer – it was in Evie's eyes, in the way she moved, in the way she rolled her eyes a bit when she mentioned the city.

„It sure is one of a kind.”, she said. „I never saw so many criminals in one place, and I'm travelling all over the globe.”

„I heard it had gotten much worse lately. Ever heard of the Waynes?”

„Oh, please.”, Charlie snorted. „Half of the city belongs to them, not to mention that giant tower AND that golden plaque. Is it really pure gold?”

„So I heard.”, Evie nodded, looking at something – someone – behind Charlie. „Calm down, gents, or I'll kick you out!”, she said suddenly, in a tone much louder and harsher. Suddenly it became crystal clear why she's the bartender – something in her voice made the arguing men calm down instantly

Maybe she has a superpower, Charlie thought. Maybe that's why she left Gotham.

„Why did you come to Canada?”

„Well, for starters, it's not United States and I didn't have money for any other plane ticket.”, Evie said, shrugging nonchalantly, her silver hair glimmering in the dim lamplight. „Fresh start and all that crap.”

„Fresh start from what?”, she asked, sliding her finger around the rim of her glass.

„From an asshole named Tony. Those Gotham boys...”

Evelyn paused for a moment, shook her head and sighed.

„Those Gotham boys shouldn't be kept around for long. They are all the same – all flash and no substance, will make you scream at night, and then cry in the morning, when you realize your wallet is gone, along with your fucking heart.”

Evie sighed again and started to wipe the counter with a piece of cloth. Charlie nodded, finished her drink and set the glass down.

„Well, my Gotham one night stand didn't steal anything from me. He was incredible in bed and I wish he gave me his number, but I guess I was lucky.”

„Who knows, maybe in turn you stole his heart.”, Evie said, smiling lightly. „Maybe he'll come barging through the door, looking for you.”

„I wouldn't mind another night, yes.”, Charlie said, winking at her. „But that's unlikely. He was... Deeply rooted in that city. I don't think he's going to ever leave it.”

„He sounds half decent. Maybe he should leave that city.”

„Yeah? Why?”

„Ah, that's one hell of a story. I'll get back to you in a moment.”

She stepped away, to take care of some other thirsty patrons. Charlie looked at her absentmindedly, not having anything better to do.

Despite her age – Charlie decided Evie is probably around sixty – she was moving gracefully, there was spring in her step. She kept her head high and her back straight - „head up, boobs out”, like Charlie's old roomie used to call this posture. Her silver hair were long and thick and her sharp, narrow face was just straight up gorgeous. Evelyn was a beautiful woman – and Charlie knew she's going to hear one hell of a story, judging by the spark in her amber eyes.

„So.”, she said when Evie came back to her. „What's going on in the city of heartbreakers and assholes?”

Evie laughed, poured her another drink – and another one for herself – and pulled her phone out of her pocket, opening some news app. She handed the phone to Charlie and winked at her.

„Just because I left doesn't mean I don't read Gotham Gazette from time to time. Go on, read... Read the ten latest articles.”

Hiding her slight disappointment – she was hoping for a juicy tale – Charlie picked up the phone and started scrolling through the app, filtering out the stuff she already knew about Gotham. Batman... Filtered out. Massive spike in crime... Filtered out. Upcoming elections... Triple filtered out, she didn't care about the local politics. A man called Penguin... Not filtered out.

„Holy fuck!”, she said, smiling widely and enthusiastically tapping the photo of a masked man in a suit. „I know this guy!”

„Well, you should call the Gotham police then. He's a wanted criminal.” „No, you don't understand. I know him... In the biblical sense. We fucked. He's my one night stand! The one who didn't steal my wallet!”

„Wait, darling, are you sure?”, Evie asked, leaning towards her, visibly intrigued. „ That's him? You definitely should call the cops. Who knows, maybe they'll pay you.”

„Yeah, and tell them what exactly?”, Charlie snorted, still staring at a photo, remembering how the man looked without his dead-bird-shaped mask. „Hello, yes, I have a valuable info on the Penguin. I know what his dick looks like. It's PIERCED. I repeat: the Penguin pierced his DICK!”

Evie snorted, covering her mouth and waving the free hand. There were tears in her eyes, Charlie noticed with satisfaction; good. They were on the right track to becoming really good friends.

„Oh, I want to know all the details.”, she said finally, after calming down a bit. „Hang around for a while, would ya? I'm closing in a few hours and then I'm all ears.”

„No problem, I love to talk about my conquests.”, she said with a smirk. „In the meantime though can I get some fries? I'm starving.”

„Honey, you're the girl who fucked the Penguin of Gotham City. This is going to be the best story I've heard in a long time. I can get you anything you want.”

Charlie grinned in response and stretched out, yawning loudly. She needed attention – and Evie was giving her just the right kind of attention.

She spent the next few hours catching up with events in Gotham, looking around and dismissing various drunk Don Juan wannabes. None of them was her type, except for one – the dark skinned, lean woman in a business suit; but she was drunk and Charlie wasn't that kind of person.

When the closing hour finally came, she helped Evie with kicking out last of the patrons, cleaning up the tables and locking the place up. Finally, they sat in her small living room – which was just above the bar – with cups of hot cocoa with marshmallows in hands. It wasn't the first time a total stranger was completely charmed by her, and she was sure it wasn't the last – but it sure as hell was the most pleasant one.

Plus it felt nice to be able to gossip about sex with someone like Evie – someone with their own fair share of adventures.

So she started talking, pausing from time to time to take a sip from her huge mug – and judging by Evelyn's face, she was indeed telling one hell of a story.

***

She arrived in Gotham shortly after leaving that small, weird town by the river, the one famous for its maple syrup production. Her leads that made her show up there turned out to be cold and useless – and the only good think to happen to her during her stay there was a long night with a certain biker. A handsome man, bit of an asshole, but with his heart in the right place – exactly her kind of man, in all his leather loving ruggedness.

So when she showed up in Gotham – the biggest city she visited in a long time – she was kind of pissed off. Tired. In need of both distraction and motivation. She was desperate for a lead – any lead, really – and she vaguely remembered that piece of shit Harry talking about having a cousin in Gotham.

She knew her name and what she did for a living, so she decided it's just a matter of miraculously coming across a good and cheap private eye, willing to help her out – nothing too complicated. Charlie decided it's time to give herself a short break – unwind, have some fun, maybe buy some new shoes, because her old boots were starting to fall apart.

She heard Gotham has much to offer in terms of night life – a lot of clubs and bars, drugs, liquor and sex costing about the same; though she wasn't sure whether „the same” meant „dirt cheap” or maybe „who even can afford that?!”.

So she wandered from club to club, looking around, sometimes admiring the – mostly crumbling, but still breathtakingly beautiful – architecture, wondering why Gotham feels so wrong during the day and so right during the night. Night was her time anyway; she loved its sense of mystery, anonymity and danger. Well, okay, Gotham was equally dangerous both during the day and during the night, but Charlie always had a flair for the dramatic.

One night though she somehow wandered into a place she wasn't supposed to be – again. That was her superpower – always finding that one place that's not going to welcome her with darts, cheap booze and comfortable stools. She heard about this place from a drunk man in another part of the town – it was well hidden, so most people didn't know about it. What he didn't tell her though – and what she didn't figure out until the last minute – was that it was hidden for a reason.

„Reason” being, obviously, being mafia occupied.

Well, fuck, Charlie thought, as the bouncer put his hand on her shoulder and started dragging her in a direction that most definitely was not the exit. Well, shit.

And then – he showed up.

„Hey, mate!”, she heard a man calling out after the bouncer; he had a thick, british accent. „Leave my friend 'ere alone, she's with me.”

The bouncer stopped, but he didn't take his hand off her shoulder. He turned around to face the man, forcing her to turn with him.

The British guy was tall, rugged and handsome, very handsome. Exactly her type of handsome. He reminded her of her previous adventure – but this one was a bit younger, and was wearing a trenchcoat instead of a leather jacket.

„I was looking for you!”, she said to him, hoping he'll play along. She gave him her most charming, genuine smile, noticing his eyeing her up and down, pausing for a moment – of course – at hear cleveage.

„Paul, be a darling, let her go.”, the stranger said finally, returning his attention to the bouncer, who – hesitantly – let her go.

The stranger continued.

„It's been a while since my last tête-à-tête with Charlie” - she blinked quickly, hearing her name spoken by this man she never met - „so please, kindly do fuck off.”

The stranger put his arm around her waist and started leading her between the tables, ignoring all the stares and whispers.

„Do we know each other?”, she muttered to him under her breat; in response he tightened his grip a bit.

„Not now, darlin'.”, he muttered. „I have a private room reserved on the back.”

He smelled of cologne – of course he did, they always smelled of cologne – whiskey and smoke.

When the door to his private room closed behind them he let go of her; she fixed her hair and straightened her dress, as he – mockingly gallantly – bowed, taking her hand.

„Oswald Cobblepot.”, he said, lightly brushing her hand with his lips and looking into her eyes.

„Well, my name's Charlie.”, she said cautiously, watching as he takes off his coat and throws it on the floor. „So, I have a few questions for you, Oswald.”

„And I'll gladly answer 'em, considering you now have to spend some time with me.”, he said with a devious grin, falling onto the nearest chair. „There's no escape.”

„Ha-ha, very funny.”, she sighed, rolling her eyes, and sat down on the opposite side of the room.

Just as she was opening her mouth, there was a knock at a door. Oswald sighed with annoyance.

„What?!”, he snarled, as the door opened and a waiter entered the room.

„Is everything alright?”, he asked calmly, glancing briefly at Charlie and focusing on Oswald. „Do you need anything?”

„I could go for a martini.”, Charlie said, crossing her legs and grinning at Oswald. „Your treat... Friend?”

„Everything for you, darling.”, he said carelessly, looking at the waiter. „You heard the lady! A martini for her and a bourbon for me. Take your time.”

When the door closed, he returned his attention to her.

„Do we know each other?”, she repeated her earlier question, playing with the hem of her dress. „I don't remember you.”

„Oh, I have friends all around the world, Charlie.”, he said calmly, winking at her. „I know a lot about you.”

Seeing her surprised expression he laughed and shook his head.

„Nah, I'm just fucking with you. That was a lucky guess. Never seen you before, but hey – I'm a gentleman. I just wanted to help.”

„I'm not a damsel in distress.”, she retorted, way sharper than she intended to. „I had this under control.”

„Sure you did, darlin'.”

He shot her a quick grin and she instantly knew where exactly this situation is going.

They received their drinks and were left alone again. She moved to another chair, one standing a bit closer to where he was located.

„So, Charlie.”, he said after trying his drink. „You're not from 'round 'ere, are you?”

„If I was from around here I wouldn't be in this bar, genius.”

„That was a rhetorical question. I know you're not from around 'ere, so the question is... Where are you from?”

„Why do you care?”, she asked in return, taking the olive from her glass between her fingers and squeezing it gently.

„Well, I want to get to know you, Charlie. I thought that's obvious, me taking you to my private room and all.”

She laughed and batter her long lashes at him, finally looking at him properly, one final moment of hesitation before making a decision.

„Okay, Oswald... Fuck, is there a shorter version? That's a mouthful.”

„Oh I'm a mouthful alright.”, he said nonchalantly and she groaned. „But sure. You can call me Oz.”

„Alright, Oz. Ozzie.”, she said, still playing with her olive. „Let's get to know each other.”

Before long, they were in a cab, on their way to get to know each other. She couldn't decide what was the deciding factor – his grin? His face in general? His hands? Or maybe his scars? She didn't know and she didn't care. Another one to her list of enjoyable evenings. Another lost piece of underwear. Oswald Cobblepot wasn't a patient man – and she liked that impatience. She was sure their driver appreciates it a lot less, with all the feeling up going on in the backseat of his cab, but they tipped well. Back in the room, between a kiss on the neck and a hand sliding up her thigh, they decided on his place – he was taking care of his friend's luxorious flat, plus there was something he wanted her to see. She agreed. With his hand under her dress she'd agree to everything.

He wasn't lying about the flat – it was luxurious; but she only cared about the amount of flat surfaces – she was getting really impatient and really, really into it – and the mysterious thing he wanted her to see so badly.

It was... Disappointing. Not at all what she expected; she was hoping for something useful in their situation, maybe for some custom made luxurious toys, not a gas mask. It was shaped like a bird skull, sure – he informed her it's shaped like a penguin skull – but it was not at all relevant to why she came here with him.

„Oz, I don't care.”, she said, interrupting him. „Don't ruin the mood.

She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer. The mask fell to the floor and rolled under the bed; he put his hands on the mattress and leaned in, pushing against her chest; she started to ruffle his hair lazily, feeling some old scars on the back of his neck under her fingers.

Rest of the evening – and the night, and the morning after – was both a blur and one of her sharpest, most distinct memories. Everything was both fuzzy like the hazy view outside and sharp like her nails on his back. It was impossible to focus on just one sensation; he'd make her feel like she's dissolving with his teasingly gentle touch, only to bring her back with a sudden pinch or with a light bite.

He had long, slender fingers, marked with scars here and there. In the back of her head – when she was still able to form coherent thoughts – she concluded he probably used to be a pianist; and his firm grip on her wrists kept her from further scarring his back. He was covered in scars, old and new – and she very much enjoyed the vision of him covered in smudged blood.

He eventually did draw her blood – he bit her collarbone just a bit too hard and she winced, torn between the stinging pain and the feeling of his fingers inside her. He smiled and winked at her, his lips covered in her blood.

„You alright?”, he asked, and lazily brushed her neck with his bloodied lips. She felt the warm stickiness and sighed deeply, closing her eyes.

„I'm trying to come, you know. You're not helping.”, she eventually said, her eyes still closed and her wrists still in his iron grip. She bucked her hips and groaned.

„Oh, I can help with that.”

„Well, what are you waiting for?”

He was lightly tapping his fingers on her abdomen, distracting her from her own train of thought. She opened one eye; he was looking at her with a grin on his face, visibly waiting for something.

„Oh.”, she finally realized. „You fuck.”

„You're not helping.”, he muttered, planting a lazy kiss on her neck and brushing her sensitive skin with his infuriating stubble. „Come on, Charlie, say it.”

The light tapping turned into gentle massage and she let out a moan.

„Okay, okay...”, she breathed out, trying to concentrate. The touch ceased. „Please.”

„See? That wasn't so hard.”, he whispered and let go of her wrists. With a grin and a series of quick, light bites and kisses he lowered himself and put his hands on her thighs, gently pushing them apart.

The world quickly turned into a blur when his lips – and his wicked tongue – found her center.

She could feel his hair under her fingers – and when he made her scream for the first time, she in return made him wince in pain by pulling his hair. He grabbed her wrists again, pressing her onto the mattress.

„Oh, did that hurt?”, she gasped out, staring into his eyes. „Poor thing.”

„Shut up.”, he responded; he let go of her wrists – she was started to think he has a thing for holding his partners like this – and pulled away.

He was looking for something in the drawer of a nearby nightstand; rumaging furiously through its contents. She giggled.

„What, you lost something?”

„Take a wild guess.”, he said, with one hand on a zipper of his pants.

She stretched out lazily, enjoying the way he looks at her breasts, now covered in bitemarks and love bites.

„Get back here.”, she said eventually, looking at him with her eyes half closed. „I have an implant for that. Way ahead of you, Scruffy.”

He smirked, got out of his pants and came back to her, to her embrace, to her skin, and rest of their time together was a blur only filled with not so tender touches, bloody kisses and moans and sighs muffled by the other one's skin. Oz was a man of many talents, and he put almost all of them to use during that long night.

When she woke up he was still asleep. He looked almost peaceful – his scars and her blood smeared on his face ruined the illusion. He was still very handsome though, and she almost regretted she can't stay longer. She left him a note – a really genuine one. One last time she ran her hand through his hair and just like that she was out of that flat, and out of his life.

*** Mentally back in Canada Charlie finished her cocoa and put her mug down. Evie let out a satisfied sigh.

„So you really fucked the Penguin.”, she said, shaking her head. „Holy shit.”

„I know, right? I'd stay longer if I knew what's going to become of him. Maybe I'd blow him.”

„Is that what you're into? Criminals?”, Evie asked, raising her eyebrow. Charlie laughed in response.

„Not really, but it would be one hell of a story. And a cool new nickname. The Birdblower.”

„That sounds absolutely terrible.” „Yeah, it does. Still better than „that heinous bitch” though.”

Evelyn stretched out and put her legs on the couch, still staring at Charlie.

„I wonder if he remembers you.”, she admitted suddenly. „Don't get me wrong, darling, he's definitely not a romantic hero, but here we are, chatting about his pierced junk. Do you think he tells his friends about you?”

„I don't really care.”, Charlie admitted; she wasn't telling the truth, but she wasn't lying either. „Maybe I'll find out some day. We'll see.”

She got up, picked up her backpack and put on her jacket. It was time for her to leave; not this particular town, no – she had some unfinished business here – but it was time for her to go to the motel and get some sleep.

„Thanks for the nice evening, Evie. I might drop by later this week to say bye.”

„Well, I hope so. Take care, kid.”

She left Evie on the couch in her living room, absorbed by memories of all the men she treated same way Tony treated her once, all those years ago.

When she was outside, in the cold, she pulled out her phone and went to Gotham Gazette webpage. In the meantime they published a new story on the Penguin; for a moment she considered reading it, but eventually she closed the page without opening the article. The past should stay in the past – there's no point of living in it; though she really wondered if he kept her note for some reason.

She hoped not.

#ff #eng #telltale batman #oswald cobblepot #pinnguin

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Webtoon Reclist

So I discovered a bunch of webcomics on Line Webtoon recently. I keep binging things, so here’s a list of recommendations from what I’m up to date on. Links to the comics themselves are included.

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Always Human - Sunati Raval lives in a world where genetic modification is easy and hip, and she loves changing her look. Meeting Austen, a girl whose immune system rejects mods, makes Sunati see a new angle of things. She and Austen are interested in each other, but they only just met, so making this relationship float will take work from both parties.

Girls Have a Blog - Sarah and Tara had a webcomic while they were in art school, but after Webtoon found it years later and asked to feature it, they decided to make a new version on the same premise: the two of them living together and having adventures in art, writing, and adulting.

My Boo - Yuri So can see ghosts, but ever since she was young, she’s made it a point to never let anyone know, not even the ghosts. No matter what, when someone finds out it becomes a burden for her. Unfortunately, a careless mistake leads to her moving into a house inhabited by a ghost named Jun Ko. Yuri’s only able to ignore Jun for so long, and it’s time she finally confronted her personal demons.

Note: My Boo is on Webtoon’s “Daily Pass” system. The first five episodes are freely available, then every successive episode requires a Daily Pass to unlock for two weeks, of which a user will only get one a day without paying for more.

Oh! Holy - Jamie Oh has had a hard time making friends due to his ability to see ghosts. The one friend he had, Holy Joo, moved away long ago, abandoning their promise to see the world together. After that, he gave up on trying to connect with anyone but ghosts. But after Jamie crosses paths with Holy again in high school, an accident threatens her life, forcing the two to make a deal with a reaper to stay alive.

Orange Marmalade - Mari Baek is a vampire who only wants to live quietly in one place instead of being run out of town every time someone finds out what she is. Unfortunately, the most popular boy in her school takes a shine to her after her instincts get the better of her in the presence of his strong-smelling blood. She doesn’t like attention, but maybe a few friends and a boyfriend wouldn’t be so bad. Assuming, of course, that she can trust them.

Note: Orange Marmalade is on Webtoon’s “Daily Pass” system. The first seven episodes are freely available, then every successive episode requires a Daily Pass to unlock for two weeks, of which a user will only get one a day without paying for more.

Shard - Shay is a witch on the run from her coven, desperate to keep out of their control and live her own life. There’s a certain spell she wants to cast, a portal she wants to open, and the missing piece is a virgin. Her best bet is one of a group of geology nerds she manages to come across, but the trick will be getting him into the ritual before her coven can get their claws back on her.

Super Secret - As far as Emma Ji knows, she’s just very close with her next door neighbors. But the truth is that her parents signed a Rapunzel-esque contract with this family of supernatural beings after wronging them before Emma was born. The son of the family, Ryan, developed feelings for Emma over the years, but he’d rather do things on her terms than because of some contract.

unTouchable - Vampires have evolved over the centuries, moving from consuming blood to absorbing energy through touch. Sia Lee is one such vampire, and Jiho Shin – the best target she’s ever set her sights on – has extreme OCD, so she decides to help him get over it. Is Sia really going this far just for a meal, or is there actually something to her claim of feelings for Jiho?

Where Tangents Meet - Landon Takahashi was left cynical and bitter by 17 years of people pretending to like him for his money and balking at his geeky hobbies. Rachelle Fletcher is a year older, yet so sweet and flighty that she blows away all of Landon’s preconceived notions about people. They grow close quickly, and decide to navigate the foibles of their first serious relationship together.

Ongoing

#Blessed - Joanna is young and frustrated with her love life. She thinks playing around with a dating app will improve her situation, but things only get worse when a mistaken swipe locks her into a contract with a gaggle of godly beings who all want a chance at dating her. She has to choose one of them in the end, and they won’t leave her alone, but the rest is in her hands.

Aerial Magic - Wisteria Kemp is a textblind mage who dreams of doing aerial magic professionally. Her only hope of joining a guild and being officially qualified is an apprenticeship. Apprentices are a dying practice, so the only person who would take her on lives in a city far away from her town. Wisteria has to not only learn as much as she can from Cecily, but navigate interacting with Cecily’s son Lachlan and her employees Amal and Killian.

Assassin Roommate - Mags isn’t the most adept in social situations with new people, but she needs a roommate to afford her new place. She’s read all about the problems of being too close to one’s roommate, so she’s determined to be strictly professional. And as friendly and gorgeous as her new roommate Kurt is, he could never know about her job as an assassin even if they did get close.

Castle Swimmer - Many of the underwater kingdoms of merfolk have prophecies, but they all have one thing in common: they center around a golden mer called The Beacon arriving and bestowing some boon upon the kingdom. The shark kingdom is a cursed community, hoping against hope for The Beacon to arrive and fulfill their prophecy… of being killed by their prince to lift the curse. But what happens when neither prince nor beacon want any of this prophecy burden?

The Croaking - Humanoids with the wings of birds populate an island civilization. As an Osprey, Ky Cedoc is an unusual recruit at the Roost military academy. As a Crow, Scra Eldwode is even more unusual. How perfect, then, that these two misfits are placed as roommates on top of having met right before the semester started. Well, not so perfect, since Scra is hardly around, sneaking out every night, and there are whispers among the city gangs about something called The Croaking.

Crumbs - Urban fantasy meets easygoing slice of life. Every Friday, Ray makes a trip to her favorite magical bakery, where customers can buy pastries imbued with confidence, inspiration, anything you can imagine. Every week, Ray walks in and has her favorite flavor: romance. And one day, the baker’s nephew reaches out to her.

Empyrea - Soul-stealing demons known as keres plague the twelve realms, and only the Aetherborn knights have the power to combat them. Tristan, otherwise known as Hawk, is a strange knight who refuses to serve a lord. Kira is a young inventor straining against the expectations of her family. The two cross paths one night, and their lives begin to change.

Freaking Romance - Zylith is striking out on her own after being thrown out of her parents’ home at age 18. The only apartment she can afford on her savings was reported by previous tenants to be haunted, which only intrigues Zylith more because of her fondness for the paranormal. She’s excited to start seeing a boy who seems like a ghost around her apartment, until she and her friend do some digging and find out the last girl who lived there disappeared after seeing him.

I Love Yoo - Yoo Shin-Ae couldn’t care less about romance. She cares way more about food and making ends meet, and she loudly rejects any sort of advances. Through a series of shenanigans at a party, Shin-Ae’s life ends up entangled with two boys, one who takes a shine to her immediately and one who’s just as prickly about girls as she is about boys.

Ketchup - Soulmates aren’t necessarily a romantic relationship, but they do have a link that can pass glimpses of the five senses as well as emotions between the pair. Riley and Kelyn were childhood friends, but right when Riley was figuring out that they were linked, one wrong move destroyed their friendship. Years later, they’re reunited when Kelyn finally discovers their link. Kelyn wants to rekindle their old bond, but Riley still carries a grudge from their falling out.

Lackadaisy - In a version of prohibition-era St. Louis populated by anthropomorphic cats, the Lackadaisy speakeasy was once a booming beacon of night life. But with its owner dead, his widow Mitzi is left with a ragtag handful of employees and not enough booze to go around for her few customers. Mitzi will be damned before she sees the place her husband built die, and she will do whatever it takes to put Lackadaisy back on top.

Lore Olympus - This modern retelling of the Taking of Persephone sees the mythological Greek gods and heroes in a metropolitan setting. Persephone is a country mouse at her first big city party, and Aphrodite decides to play a trick on her and grim Hades. Persephone and Hades end up thoroughly embarrassed, but also oddly enchanted.

Mage & Demon Queen - The demon tower is a gauntlet where adventurers of the highest order test their mettle, but very few make it to the top, where the demon queen Velverosa dwells, and no one has ever managed to kill her. Many have died trying, respawning back in town to tell the tale. Malori is a young mage who climbs the tower countless times. She faces the demon queen over and over, in hopes of wooing her.

Melody of Orange - The Curse of Eve binds soulmates together, not by a love link but by a death link. When one dies, the other will die in the same manner, no matter the situation. While love isn’t explicitly part of the curse, soulmates are generally encouraged to be together. However, when Mikan meets a scary boy she finds to be her soulmate, she wants nothing to do with him. It’s not for the reasons you might think; it’s Mikan herself who’s carrying an intense guilt that makes her feel unworthy of happiness.

Nothing Special - Callie doesn’t think of herself as anything special, not when there are fairies, demons, and all sorts of magical creatures just beyond a doorway. A boy from her school disagrees when he’s freaked out by his sudden ability to see spirits and impressed by her knowledge of the supernatural. Together, they embark on a journey through the spirit world to save Callie’s dad, and maybe learn a little about themselves and each other along the way.

Siren’s Lament - Lyra is a bit of a wallflower, content with her ordinary life, content to run her flower shop and silently pine for her friend Shon while he dates someone else. But one night, her emotions get the better of her, and she ends up involved in a curse with a siren named Ian. Ian is the opposite of helpful, and the curse he brought with him is nothing but a burden, but he does challenge Lyra to seize the day and ask for more from her simple life.

Strawberry Seafoam - The Delphic Academy teaches magic to young mermaids who hope to one day become powerful Delphiniums. Frasei is one such mermaid, eager to follow in her mother’s footsteps, and her life does not at all go according to plan. Dark forces begin to mobilize around the academy, and Frasei finds herself the only one able to combat them with her newfound unique ability to transform her tail.

Tyran Awakening - Zoe is an average teen living in the not too distant future. When she picks a fight with some bullies, however, something unbelievable happens. She survives certain death, and she begins to feel powerful. Almost like a dragon. Ancient forces are awakened, and the only one Zoe feels she can trust with all this is her friend (or maybe more) Marthe.

unOrdinary - It’s a given in this world that just about everyone has some kind of superpower. John Doe is a rare exception, having no ability at all yet somehow going to a school with a high premium on abilities. He firmly believes that might shouldn’t make right, but it’s only due to his high-tier friend Seraphina that he hasn’t been beaten to death several times over for ignoring the hierarchy in place. (Warning for repeated use of the word “cripple” to describe John’s lack of powers)

#recommendations #fae writes #line webtoon #webcomics

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18. Between These Walls

It’s June 2nd and I haven’t had sex this entire year. It’s semi-intentional, mostly in the sense that I haven’t gone out of my way to secure any. No dating apps on my phone, my online dating presence is nil. But now it’s getting warm and I feel my inner thot slowly taking over, On my commute to work I daydream about the last time I had my nipples caressed by someone else. And I think, wow. I could rub one out right now but I have to go look at Excel spreadsheets for 8 hours instead.

The last time I was this abstinent was my senior year of college and six months thereafter. It was awful. I’d I lived in a house of six other girls. They were all in serious relationships. Which meant there was always some dude over, toilet seats left up, and that unmistakable dull-but-repetitive thud of a bed shaking in place. That shit is the worst, CERTAINLY when it’s not coming from you. It didn’t help that I was a dark-skinned black girl on a white, white, white campus. Worse, the one boy I did want to fuck, desperately, was hung up on his ex. Unfortunately he never communicated those things to me, and I spent much of that year in weird emotional/sexual angst as I felt myself develop feelings for this boy - double yikes. Those were peak ugly feels, like all my housemates were these delicate goddesses and I was a bum who ate candy in bed while watching old Disney Channel movies on YouTube (remember Brink!? Erik von Detten, sk8r boi of my dreams). Lots of drunk nights turned sad as I tearfully wondered why no one in this stupid town wanted to play tongue hockey with me.

But that was then. This is now. And I most certainly do not have a self-esteem issue. I actually have no trouble admitting that I’m pretty cute. I have a nice butt and also legs I used to think of as toothpicks that I’ve since grown quite fond of. I’m smart. I could probably win some 90s WWF trivia. I’m funny. I can give you book recommendations. Sometimes the fact that I’m not accosted by admirers regularly actually befuddles me.

When you go so long without you start to think about the last person you were intimate with. Or at least I do. He was, objectively speaking, the best looking person I’ve ever been with. He had a semi-obscure biblical name that I found quite beautiful, almost as beautiful as his strong, veined hands and slow smile and over-six-foot frame. He wore Dashikis sometimes,was an unlicensed massage therapist and was attaining a Ph. D in black dude studies (I mean, basically). Oh, and did I mention he was a dad? To three children under the age of 10?

Our first date we talked about predominantly white institutions and he gave me some pool pointers. When I went home I patted myself on the back. Damn bitch look at you! He’s very educated! And funny! Sure, it’s odd he has children that were born the same time he claimed to be separated from their baby momma, but whatever! He’s still fine! And offered to smoke you out! And FINE, like Jesus Christ!

In the very beginning it was fun. I could humor his studies in “African thought” and tried to think very little about his children, since being a stepmom was nowhere in my near future. There were small things that bugged me about him, like his need to constantly teach me shit. His insistence on always being right. The way he could just being a cornball sometimes. But I overlooked it because a) I wasn’t marrying this man and b) never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would snatch someone that attractive. I know I said I’m cute but he’s like, beyond cute. Plus he knew what the HELL he was doing with his hands and all the other body parts that are involved with sex, so I decided I could deal if he would just shut up once in awhile.

The last time we saw each other was a an unfortunate dealbreaker. As usual, he picked me up from the train station. As I was getting into his car (total dadmobile - a cherry stationwagon with coloring pages and crayons scattered in the back seats) he said without smiling, “hurry up, you’ll let the cold in.”

Then he proceeded to argue with me about some made up statistic re: the amount of people who’ve been published vs. the amount of people with Bachelor’s degrees in the world. As I made my points, his token response was “Why are you fighting me on this?” I wanted to sock this beautiful man in his beautiful jaw. I told myself to chill out, that at least I’d get some good cuddles out of the evening.

Turned out he had mounds of work to do. Between classes and massaging people and other side gigs - not to mention being a co-parent - he had a lot on his plate that night. I was OK with this, since I’d brought my notebook and planned on getting some writing done. He went on about a script he had to edit and the time he got fired for refusing to take a drug test BUT THOSE PEOPLE MADE A MISTAKE firing him, obviously, blah blah blah. The whole night’s banter was intense, only alleviated briefly when he offered me his cold leftovers of Indian food. We got on the subject of the weather, where he once again tried to prove I didn’t know what I was talking about. There were no cold days left this winter, and he was pulling up the receipts to prove it.

I grew hot as he continued to pull up past forecasts from weather.com, even after I had somewhat conceded that while he could be right, another single-digit day wasn’t completely out of the question. There he went with that same token response. This it time it was “No no, you’re not listening to me.” What was wrong with this asshole, and why didn’t I notice sooner? Probably because I was too busy thinking about what was in his pants and the quickest way it would get in me. I went to his bathroom after and looked at myself in the mirror solemnly. You should’ve stayed your ass back home. Now I was stuck in Bronzeville at midnight with this insufferable person.

I came back to his room and told him I was going to bed. He took my hand and pulled me to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a hug.” We embraced tightly. The warmth of his body permeated through me as my own body began to heat up. I couldn’t deny that our sexual chemistry was intense. Our hugging became more involved and hands - his, mostly - began to wander. He took my shirt off. Then out of nowhere he pulled his whole penis out.

I looked down at it. Doing anything to his junk would require considerable effort on my part, since his endowments went beyond a handsome face and toned body. Also I’m like a car in the dead of winter: you gotta warm me up. So I announced that I was going to lay in his bed.

An open invitation. All I had on was black underwear. I feigned sleep and then fell asleep for real, only to wake up 30 minutes later to find the guy still working on script editing. Plus he hummed loudly to every song that played on his Pandora station - ughhh! Eventually he got into bed, fully clothed, and I got a loose arm around my waist as he fell asleep instantly. So I came all the way to the south side for mansplaining and a half-assed cuddle.

Not the last time I had sex, but it was the last time i came close. Almost doesn’t count though (thanks, Brandy). While my libido is making itself more known I figure I have a couple options - chalk it up to ovulation and ride it out, get on my dating app game, or wait for a man to fall out of the sky. That last option seems least likely; too bad modern dating is for the birds. Oh well. Now’s as good a time as any to pick up a pink razor and start smoothing things out down there.

#52essays2017 #nonfiction #ola faleti

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augustdecaymuse · 7 years

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Aidan App V2

name:Aidan Hunter Thiessen

birthday: 10/14/1990

occupation: Thief/Entertainer

species: Kokopelli

gender: Cismale

orientation: Androsexual

birth place: Weston, Massachusetts

father: Sigmund Thiessen

mother: Cathrine Thiessen

sibllings: Many

significant other: None

children: None that he knows of

personality traits Sarcastic, Witty, Flirtatious, Self-Motivated, Generous, Wary, Vain, Pessimistic, Loyal, Adaptable.

likes:Motorcycles, Cars, Energy Drinks, Birds, Shots, Naps, Money, Classic Rock, Leather.

dislikes: Tea, Feet, Big Dogs, Police, Tight Spaces, Cold Temperatures, Ask Him He Can Rant Forever.

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tw: neglect, crime

WHAT IS YOUR PERFECT IDEA OF HAPPINESS?

“White picket fence covered in barbs and electricity, a pool, and a hot hunk in speedo with my name tattooed across his ass serving my cocktails.”

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?

“Fear itself? Fuck, I don’t know. Isn’t there an expression that only idiots don’t get scared. I don’t like to think about that stuff. I like to pretend that I’m not going over the hump of getting older, wiser, and ever the more useless. I don’t want to have to ever give up my lifestyle out of my own free will. Though sometimes I worry that I’ll never grow because of that and I’ll be a selfish brat until the day I die no matter how many have to go before me.”

WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE IN YOURSELF?

“Oh boy there’s a plethora to choose from. I’m selfish, immature, and cowardly. I also have some pretty nasty morning breath I’ve been told too so there’s that. Yuck.”

WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE IN OTHERS?

“Entitlement for sure. Nothing worse than trying to split up loot with someone who thinks they deserve more than the rest.”

WHICH LIVING PERSON DO YOU MOST ADMIRE?

“Any person who has clawed their way so far in this world ain’t good, so no one.”

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST EXTRAVAGANCE?

“My half a life.”

WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT STATE OF MIND?

“Hangry af.”

WHAT DO YOU CONSIDEER THE MOST OVERRATED VIRTUE?

“Chastity. It’s going to go eventually, might as well trade it away for some Doritos.”

ON WHAT OCCASION DO YOU LIE?

“Whenever it makes things easier. Lies are about convenience. Telling the truth isn’t always the solution, but neither is getting caught up in a ball of lies. It’s all about being smart. People think criminals are stupid but most of us aren’t dumb as they might think.”

WHAT DO YOU MOST DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE?

“Without the beard strange people offer me candy and try to get me to hop into their vans to play.”

WHICH LIVING PERSON DO YOU MOST DESPISE?

“Wardens, judges, police officers, politicians, pretty much everyone. I never got hugged growing up, what can I say? Blame my parents. I hate them too.”

WHAT QUALITY DO YOU MOST LIKE IN A MAN?

“How big their ‘personality’ is of course.”

WHAT QUALITY DO YOU MOST LIKE IN A WOMAN?

“If she’s sweet enough to help me through tough times, slick enough to make a steal, and strong enough to slap me up when I need it.”

WHICH WORDS OR PHRASES DO YOU MOST OVERUSE?

“Pet names, baby, sweetheart, bitch, dead-to-me, I spare no one.”

WHAT OR WHO IS THE GREATEST LOVE IN YOUR LIFE?

“Chips. RIP my waistline. Thankfully running for my life and performing keeps a body good.”

WHEN OR WHERE WERE YOU HAPPIEST?

“On my bike, wind through my hair, engine roaring. Would kill to have those days back. I miss the open roads and taste of true freedom.”

WHICH TALENT WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO HAVE?

“Fart dollar bills?”

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

“I don’t like to think about this but sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if I was my dad’s child. Would I have been treated like part of my family? I would have been spoiled like the rest of the brat pack. Never would have run away. Lived a normal life of a rich kid. I wouldn’t have become /me/, but would have I been happy? Who knows… It’s not worth the energy…”

WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT?

“Getting the guts to actually leave home and become my own man.”

IF YOU WERE TO DIE AND COME BACK AS A PERSON OR THING WHAT WOULD IT BE?

“A bird would be cool, get lots of frequent flyer miles.”

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO LIVE?

“Don’t know. Here’s pretty nice for now. I like the heat and the strange mix of anonymity and familiarity in the town.”

WHAT IS YOUR MOST TREASURED POSSESSION?

“Leather jacket, provides some storage, keeps me warm and looking damn fine.”

WHAT DO YOU REGARD AS THE LOWEST DEPTH OF MISERY?

“Knowing that I’m not my father’s child but I’m not even human. They weren’t right to ostracize me for the reasons they did but they should have stayed away. I’m a monster.”

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OCCUPATION?

“Before shit went down I was a thief if you call that a job. Ran around with the biker gang I went with and we’d break loose. I’d swipe stuff and pawn it to get by. Went to prison for it and that’s how I ended up like this so I wouldn’t say it’s exactly my favorite job, but at the time I liked the adrenaline. The dominance and most everything else about it.”

WHAT IS YOUR MOST MARKED CHARACTERISTIC?

“I’m a brown eyed boy.”

WHAT DO YOU MOST VALUE IN YOUR FRIENDS?

“Loyalty. I want friends that won’t betray me even when I feel like I can’t trust myself.”

WHO ARE YOUR FAVORITE WRITERS?

“The fucker who writes Toy Story 2 was ok in the bathroom stalls.”

WHO IS YOUR HERO OF FICTION?

“Ugly duckling. Guess who’s a swan now bitches?”

WHICH HISTORICAL FIGURE DO YOU MOST IDENTIFY WITH?

“Probably some guy back in the medieval ages who walked out his door and a chamber pot randomly got emptied on his head.”

WHO ARE YOUR HEROES IN REAL LIFE?

“Zippo.”

WHAT ARE YOU FAVORITE NAMES?

“Mike Hunt.”

WHAT IS IT THAT YOU MOST DISLIKE”

“Not being sure whether I want to change my ways or not. On one hand I could give up being a thief, keep entertaining as my income and settle down here. Or I could do what I always do, give up and run. I just don’t know anymore. It just seems like instinct now to do the latter. Fight or flight I always have given into fear.”

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST REGRET?

“Getting caught and going to prison.”

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE?”

“I would have liked to die before I was even born to be honest. Would have saved me a lot of angst and money on Marylin Manson merch. Probably some other people their lives too.”

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

“I don’t bite, unless you want to play rough.”

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friends Aidan has been in town for a few months and is likely to have some friends by now. He’s extremely social and likes to hang around bars, clubs, and other entertainment establishments to raise hell merriment. He mainly works as a singer in town so far but has been known to do odd jobs as well to get by. He’s also likely to have met people on the road in the past since he’s traveled a lot in his lifetime ever since he was sixteen. Since he’s also got a criminal history with thievery and a criminal record he might have some people who know him from prison. He doesn’t like to get close to many since there’s a lot of abandonment in his history. That and he fears of hurting people being a kokopelli, but to those he truly considers himself loyal to he’s generous and extremely protective of.

enemies Oh boy this one’s got a mouth on him. He’s extremely snarky and doesn’t have respect for authority. In fact quite the opposite, he goes out of his way to antagonize those he perceives with power (i.e. law, money, education, etc) with biting remarks and almost teenage antics. However he’s not particularly violent. Only in times of desperation has he used his powers for his gain. He doesn’t to want mortal enemies, but some might not take too kindly to his playful nature.

lovers He’s never been in love before and honestly never plans to be. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in love, it’s just he doesn’t think he’s lucky enough or deserving for it. He however is very sexual. He uses his body to get ahead at times. And has explored many facets of different kink communities. But he keeps emotions out of things and makes that very clear with those he ends up around, for better or for worse. However perhaps there’s someone out there who could change things for good.

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