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kireijae · 3 years

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i.o.u- l.dh

summary: a late night adventure with Haechan, your older brother’s best friend, leads you to confront your feelings for him.

genre: non idol au, fluff, tiny bit of angst if you squint, technically a college au as well, also kind of comedy but i’m not very funny

word count: 4,029

warnings: swearing and there’s a slightly steamy makeout scene, also like the implied use of weed but it’s a v small one i promise.

a/n: eee my first hyuckie imagine! i worked really hard on this so i hope you all like iittt! please leave feedback if you can! also this was edited at 10:55pm and i’m exhausted so there are probably mistakes-

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Your eyes scanned the street from your place on the sidewalk. The streets glistened under the streetlights with the rainwater that had fallen earlier. The cool breeze was refreshing against your skin, unlike the musty air you’d been swamped with in the party upstairs. The smoke and the presence of so many strangers had nearly left you gasping for air.

You checked your phone for any messages from your brother, eager to get as far away from the party as possible, but as soon as your phone unlocked you heard a honk from the street, which pulled your head up.

There was a black car pulled up right ahead, your heart picked up its pace when the tinted window sunk down low enough to reveal Haechan. His hair was a light brown, somehow still shiny even though you’d seen him with at least three different hair colours in the past two months. His skin was glowing too- even under the subpar car light.

“Y/n!” he had to yell to be heard over the scraping sound of the cars, “Taeil sent me to pick you up!”

You dropped your shoulders from their tensed position, pushing down your feelings and stepping forward to open the car door and get inside. The car smelled like Haechan: men’s shower gel and a faint woodsy scent.

“Where’s my brother?” you turned to him, genuine confusion curved into your brows.

“What? Am I not good enough?” Haechan asked, placing a hand on his chest and feigning offence.

You shook your head at him, used to his antics by now. He’d been best friends with your brother since preschool, always there at family gatherings and lazing around your house on most weekends.

“Well, when I asked my brother to come pick me up I sort of expected him to pick me up,” you said it slowly, matching his teasing with your own. Things with him always fell into a rhythm like this, after the initial anxiety of being around someone you had feelings for left, snarky comments bounced back and forth like a ping pong ball between the two of you.

“Okay, fair point,” he said, starting the car, “He’s still busy with that essay. Apparently it’s due in like twenty minutes or something. So, since I’m such a good friend I offered to pick you up.”

“Haechan, before I left you were the reason he wasn’t doing any work,” you scoffed, refusing to let his ego inflate- even for a minute.

“That’s not true! He was on a break!” he whined, eyes wide at the accusation but his gaze still directed towards the road.

“For three hours?”

“Yes,” he said, matter of factly with a nod of his head, “Rest is important.”

“Whatever,” you said, “Just take me home.”

“I actually have to do something else for Taeil, too,” he didn’t take his eyes off the road, they were glinting from the neon signs that lined the buildings on the street outside. The streetlights made the skin of his hands glow in passing, creating a hypnotic rhythm of light and dark over his skin.

“Can you not drop me off first?” you knew the answer even before you asked- he was going to make you go with him. And you were going to give in.

“Please?!” he whined again, plush bottom lip drooping in a pout, “It’s pretty far and I hate being alone!”

Sighing, you asked, “Where is it?”

“Johnny’s house…” He trailed off, expecting an outburst to come from you at the distance you’d have to drive.

You couldn’t believe you were considering this. Johnny’s house was on the other side of the city and you were already tired out from the party you’d spent only half an hour at. But, something in you wanted to stay. The thought of spending some time with someone outside your friend group seemed refreshing and the fact that it was Haechan was even more enticing.

You turned your head to look out the tinted window at the buildings passing by you in a blur, “Fine,” you sighed, “but you owe me.”

He grinned, his full cheeks jutting out further, and made a sharp turn in the opposite direction of your apartment. Your body swayed at the sudden change in direction and you held onto the side of the seat instinctually. Haechan was a good driver- but a slightly wreckless one at that.

After a few moments he turned on the radio, tossing you his phone, “Put some music on.”

Looking through his phone, you weren’t surprised at the extensive collection of music he had on his Spotify- most of the songs were new ones you hadn’t heard of before. Others were old throwback songs from the 2000’s and your mouth turned up into a smile at the sight of Shinee’s ‘Replay.’

You pressed play and leaned back in your seat, grin even bigger now. You waited for his reaction, which came in the form of a wave of laughter.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, barely able to speak from laughter, “Remember when Lucas danced to this at your sleepover party?”

“Of course I remember that, he ruined the song for me forever,” you laughed along with him.

Your smile turned into a grimace at his next question though, “What ever happened to Lucas- actually to that whole group of friends? I never see them anymore.”

“Drifted apart,” you mumbled. You truly wished there was more to say than that. You wished you could say you tried to stay in touch when you went to university but couldn’t; or that something huge had happened that couldn’t be fixed. That wasn’t the truth, though. You hadn’t done anything- nothing that made them leave and nothing that made them stay.

Haechan sensed the tension around the topic and let the conversation fade, hoping the sense of unease would dissipate with it.

When the next song was over, Haechan came to a stop at a gas station, “Want anything?” he asked, pulling up the handbrake and taking the keys out of the ignition. The car practically fell down to the road beneath it as the power was turned off.

“I don’t have any money on me,” you raised your empty hands.

“So you don’t want any of those gross gummy bears you like? Or a soda?” he raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow at you, “I’ll buy them for you.”

“I’ll take the gummy bears if they have any,” you said gratefully, and he got out of the car and went into the shop.

You thought about your earlier conversation with Haechan- about how much you missed your friends. The way they’d joke around with you and tease you lightheartedly about anything and everything. A year ago you would have nearly exploded at the idea of being alone with Haechan at all- let alone for this long- and they would have teased you about it for weeks. Somehow though, those friendships faded. You went to a different university to them, you paid attention to your studies and spent more time at home than you ever had. The only contact you had with other people being with fellow students between lectures and at home with your brother and his friends.

“I got you the biggest packet they had,” came Haechan’s voice through the open window, “and the peach soda you like.”

You smiled at him, thankful that he’d brought you out of your thoughts and thankful for the snacks, “I could kiss you.”

“Mm? Then by all means please do,” his signature shit eating grin was plastered on his face.

Your cheeks heated up visibly at that, though you hoped the poor lighting in the car hid the fact. You hit him in the chest with the back of your hand and he doubled over in fake agony, the canned coffee he bought falling to the ground.

“Awh,” he groaned, continuing his act.

“Oh please,” you said, rolling your eyes, “Just start the car, Hyuck.”

“I can’t. My pride- it’s bruised,” he held onto his stomach and shook his head, eyes screwed shut.

Before you could stop yourself you leaned over and pressed your lips to his cold cheek in a hasty kiss.

“There,” you tried your hardest not to show your surprise at your own actions, “Better?”

He perked up, back pin straight, eyes wide and a huge smile on his face, “Very much so, yes.”

Before you could do anything, he started the car. A smirk struggled its way onto his face despite his efforts to stop it and his cheeks became a beautiful pink colour. His sudden shyness made yours deflate slightly and you felt your heart and cheeks warm at the thought of your effect on him.

“Hey,” he said suddenly after a few moments, “Hand me one of those gummies.”

He held out his hand, the skin pulled tightly over his slender, outstretched fingers. When you didn’t make a move to place one of the sweets in his hand, he made a grabbing motion with his fingers. That brought you out of your weird staring stupor and prompted you to grab a few gummy bears from the packet to place in his hand, hoping he hadn’t noticed your weird hand staring moment.

He shoved all six of the sweets into his mouth at once, face scrunching up in disgust, “These really are terrible,” his words distorted by the gummies in his mouth.

“Then why’d you ask for them?” you looked over to him, your mouth pulled into a smile and your brows furrowed at his actions. Your cheeks were starting to hurt- they always did after spending so much time with him.

“I forgot they were that bad,” when he came to a stop at a red light he shook his body as if it would rid his mouth of the flavour.

The rest of the drive to Johnny’s house was filled with more laughter and sneaky comments thrown back and forth. There were fewer cars on the road the longer you drove and the movement of the car seemed to calm you.

In the driveway of Johnny’s parents’ house, Haechan turned to you once again, “Are you gonna come in?”

You nodded and got out with him, you’d never actually been in Johnny’s house- since most of them still lived with their parents, Taeil’s friends usually came over to your shared apartment.

Johnny opened the door even before you got to it and ushered both of you inside, you assumed Haechan and texted him when you stopped.

“You guys have to be quiet,” he said, without even a ‘hello’, “My mom and dad are sleeping and they were in a shitty mood earlier.”

“Hey,” you asked quietly, grabbing Johnny’s attention, “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Right through that door,” he pointed behind you and you went in.

You went to the sink to wash your hands, they were sticky from the sweets you’d had in the car. Along with the sound of the water spilling into the sink, you heard Johnny and Haechan’s voices through the thin walls- so much for being quiet.

“You two finally together or something?”

“Huh? No. Listen-”

“Dude, you’ve had a crush on them since forever, how have neither of you said anything?”

Your eyes widened at those words and you felt the blood in your face sink down to your heart. You turned off the tap and put your cold hands on your neck, before wiping them on a towel.

“Listen,” his voice was as stern as it could be, though it broke a bit at the end of the word, “Did you find Taeil’s textbook: yes or no?”

You heard a chuckle that had to be Johnny’s, “Alright I’ll go get it- by the way-”

His sentence was interrupted by you coming out of the bathroom.

“Did I interrupt something?” you asked in a tone that you hoped came off as joking.

“I need a favour,” Johnny said, ignoring your words and leaving the room for a few seconds to find the textbook Haechan had been so adamant about getting. He came back, textbook in one hand along and a dark piece of material in the other, “Jaehyun left his hoodie here, can you get it to him, please?”

You yawned, taking the textbook when he handed it to you, “Why can’t you do it?”

“My parents won’t let me use the car after I locked the keys inside it last week,” he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment as he said it, words falling pathetically to the carpeted floor.

“And why can’t Jaehyun come get his own damn-” you were cut off by Haechan.

“Okay we’ll do it, but-” he took the black hoodie from Johnny, who was looking up at Haechan with his head still bowed. He pointed a finger at him, “-you owe me,” then pointed the same finger at you, “And I owe you.”

“Twice!” you said as he pulled you by the hand towards the front door. You both said your goodbyes to a smiling Johnny and got back in Hyuck’s car. Little raindrops had appeared on the windscreen since you’d gone inside.

“I swear after this I’ll take you home,” you smiled at him at that, letting him know it didn’t bother you.

The car began moving again, 90’s RnB playing softly in the background and soon the rain got heavier, bulbous drops hitting the car. Jaehyun’s apartment was only a few minutes away from Johnny’s, in a highrise building lined with silver, glittering windows.

“His parents are loaded,” said Haechan when he noticed your eyes trying to see the top of the building through the rain clouds above.

“Please tell me he’s not on the top floor,” you whined as Haechan parked the car.

He got out before you and you heard a satisfied sigh echo through the undercover parking.

“I’m so fucking good at this,” he said, hands on his hips, standing behind the car.

You got out and shut the door, walking over skeptically to see what he was talking about.

“Perfect,” he said, gesturing to his car in the parking space.

He was right- the car was perfectly in the centre of the two white lines. You huffed out a laugh at him and his ego, handing him the hoodie he’d apparently forgotten about, “Alright, I get it , you can park a car. Can we go inside now?”

“Hey, you’re lucky you get to witness a master operating that vehicle! Maybe observing me will help you actually pass next time,” he leaned his head over to you while he was walking, his tone was cocky and he had a sly smile on his face.

You flicked him on the forehead between the fluffy strands of hair that lay there and he yelped while you said, “Fuck off that test is rigged.”

“First of all- not true. Second- why the fuck did you flick me?!” he yelled before you came to the automated glass door of the lobby.

In front of you stood two marble pillars in the middle of the room that twisted all the way up to the ceiling. Beyond them was a chandelier, jewels dangling over a seating area, where lush white couches stood. They looked as if no one had ever laid a hand on them on them and the plants that littered the room looked so real you had to touch one to be sure of the material.

“You were being an ass,” you answered simply after taking in the room.

You followed Hyuck over to the elevator, the sound of your footsteps seemed to have a mind of their own, you swore you could hear them walking up the walls and across the ceiling.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a group of people around the same age as you stampeded into the lobby and then the elevator. All of them dressed in glittering clothes and bright, shining makeup. One of them had eyelids full of pastel glitter and another had a coat made out of fluffy white feathers.

You all crowded into the elevator, you and Haechan unfortunately squeezed right into the back corner of the metal box.

“What floor are you two headed to?” asked a man who was in the highest heels you’d ever seen in your life.

“The top floor!” Haechan basically had to throw his voice over the glittering heads of the other people.

You groaned at his words and felt the elevator start moving. When you’d asked to get picked up from a party you hadn’t expected to be shoved between Haechan and a girl with rhinestones on every inch of her dress instead. You’d left the party to get away from people, not to get pressed up against them.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to the girl. “You two dating?” she asked, blue eyes lingering on Haechan’s face.

“Uh n-” you began, but Hyuck spoke over you.

“Not yet- I’m working on that,” he said smoothly and winked at you, which made your heart begin to push against your chest rather violently.

“Too bad,” she said as the doors to the elevator slide open to the fourth floor, “you’re cute.” She winked at you and walked out with the rest of the group, their heels and accessories clinking down the hallway.

You stood in shock from having been flirted with twice in the span of thirty seconds, not realising that you were still pressed against Haechan.

“Y/n~” he said in a sing-song voice, dragging your eyes away from the spot you’d been staring at.

“Sorry!” you said a bit too loudly, moving to dart off him. Hyuck, however, held you to his side, only stepping forward to press the button for the top floor again with his index finger, holding Jaehyun’s now crinkled hoodie with his other fingers.

“Just needed to press the button again- it resets sometimes,” he said, stepping back into his place, “You okay?”

“Were you being serious? About ‘working on’ dating me?” the words came out quickly. Your voice was smaller than you thought it would be and it carried an air of surprise- which it shouldn’t have, since you’d heard him and Johnny talking earlier, but it felt more real now.

His brown eyes glided across your face, he seemed to be exploring every option he could in his mind. Lips pulled close to his teeth and eyes wide, before he leaned in and kissed you.

He tasted like the canned coffee he’d had and mint and the second you tasted that combination on his lips you couldn’t pull away. He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you flush against him, your arms flung over his shoulders. The kiss heated up fast, his hands gripping at you to try to pull you even closer, your fingers threading through his hair, shaky sighs and satisfied hums filling the elevator.

Just as you both pulled away for air, the doors opened on the floor seven levels down from where Jaehyun’s apartment was. An old couple appeared immediately and stepped into the elevator. You took a step to the side to get away from Hyuck, but stood on the hoodie Haechan had apparently dropped. You picked it up, holding it in front of you with both hands.

“I told you it was the wrong floor,” said the woman, closing her eyes in annoyance.

You tried your best to look presentable as they bickered, straightening your shirt and wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. Hyuck did the same, combing his hands through his hair and adjusting his jeans. Once the reality of the situation sunk in for the both of you, it became hard to even look at each other without laughing. You had to pretend to yawn in order to hide your smile and Haechan pulled his lips between his teeth to literally bite his own smile back.

Once the couple got out on their floor (still one below the top), you and Hyuck fell into laughter, with him literally falling to the floor on hands and knees. You leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator and laughed in silent breaths and funny hiccoughing sounds. Soon, the door opened and you gathered yourself as much as you could before you helped Haechan up off the floor. Halfway down the rows of apartment doors you and Haechan had calmed down, the mix of embarrassment, tension and perhaps a bit of tiredness having died down.

The hallway was carpeted and filled with the muffled sound of music coming from one of the residents on the floor. Your heart nearly dropped when Haechan stopped in front of the door from which you were sure the music was coming.

He pulled out his phone and, not letting go of your hand which he had been holding onto since you helped him up, texted Jaehyun. A few seconds later, the door opened to Jaehyun, who seemed half asleep as he leaned on the doorframe. You were glad the mood of the apartment seemed to be the opposite of a houseparty.

“Yeah?” he blinked slowly, eyes slightly red.

Haechan snorted at Jaehyun’s state- because he was most definitely in one- “Johnny asked us to bring you this,” he pointed to the hoodie- which was now completely crinkled and had a dirt mark on it- which you held out to him.

Jaehyun took the hoodie, not even looking at it. He looked between the two of you, his gaze falling down to your intertwined hands, “Fuck you, Haechan,” he said, head tilting back in annoyance, “Now I owe Johnny ₩10,000.”

“What?!” Haechan’s jaw dropped

“I have a bet with Johnny,” he said, yawning halfway through and leaning his head on the doorframe, “And I just lost.”

“How long have you had this bet?!” Haechan sounded genuinely betrayed.

“About 15 minutes,” he said nonchalantly, moving his hair out of his face, only for it to fall right back where it was.

That had you confused, “What was the bet?”

“That you two would get your shit together by the time you got here,” Hyuck scoffed and looked away in disbelief, tongue in his cheek, “Oh and I think Taeil owes Taeyong money now, too.”

Right then, your phone chimed with a message from the gambling brother in question and you opened it while the two boys argued about Hyuck himself not being in on any of the bets.

the youngest: hey, can u guys bring milk? its finished :/

you: sighs alright

you: btw apparently you owe taeyong money now xx :)

You locked your phone before you could see his reaction and slid it back into your pocket. You turned to Hyuck again and sighed, “Taeil needs milk,” you stated incredulously.

He raised his eyebrows, “Okay now he owes both of us. And this isn’t over- next time there’s a bet I want in,” he said frowning at the older boy like a little kid.

The two of you said goodbye to Jaehyun, who kicked the door closed behind him, and returned to the car once again.

“Were we both really that obvious?” you asked as you clipped in your seatbelt.

“I don’t know about you but I was really good at hiding it,” his smug- and obviously sarcastic- tone made you cackle.

“Yeah that’s why Johnny knew you’ve liked me ‘since forever,’” you said, quoting the words you’d heard through the bathroom wall.

His eyes widened so much you thought they’d come tumbling out of their sockets, “You heard that?” his gaze was switching rapidly between you and the road now.

You smirked at him and nodded simply.

“By the way,” Haechan’s voice was a bit croaky now, after all it was nearing 3am, “You will go out with me right? Like tomorrow night?”

“Of course,you owe me two actually,” you didn’t have the energy to tease him further, your eyelids were practically dragging themselves across your eyes.

The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was Haechan’s flushed cheeks and the giant smile on his face.

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justsiriusenough · 2 years

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Yeah, I Guess The End Is Here || Modern Marauders

When the sirens sound, you'll hide under the floor

But I'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado

I'm gonna chase it

I know, I know, I know

I gotta go now

I know, I know, I know

Out of school for a few years, Sirius was still surprised that they were all doing okay.

Well, really he was surprised that he was doing okay, but he couldn’t do something as pedestrian as admitting that he was worried about his own wellbeing.

The Potters had told him, that day he’d packed the things they’d given him and wouldn’t take back no matter how many times Sirius offered, that no matter what, he had a home there. No questions. The worry in Flea’s eyes had been forgein, patriarchal in a way that Sirius still couldn’t wrap his head around. Epphie had hugged him so tight he was sure his ribs would crack, but Sirius held on, not caring, shocked at the tears that had sprung to his eyes. She’d wiped her own tears and had turned to her husband, false chiding in her voice.

“We’re being ridiculous, Remus will look after our boy, like always.”

“Our boy” ping-ponged around his brain for weeks, filling him with warmth like tea when you come in from the cold.

Mrs. Potter was right-living with Remus was obviously the best thing he could’ve ever done for himself; even if it required him to be far more tidy than he ever would be on his own. Taking care of their flat led to Sirius starting to take better care of himself, something he still wasn’t comfortable with and was sure he was bungling-the amount of liquor bottles in the kitchen were a sign of that. Still, if Sirius was a bit better, he was better for Remus. In the rare instances where Sirius was able to return the infinite amount of favors he owed his best friends, he liked to be at his best. Remus, the git, willingly was back in school, studying something or other with the muggles. Sirius would make fun of him for studying late into the night while keeping the snacks flowing, usually playing some stupid game on his phone, half draped over Remus on the couch and handing him the right books when he asked for them.

Fuck being okay, Remus seemed to be thriving. His smile was back-the one that Sirius hadn’t even realized had been missing until he got to see it again. Remus had worked with the system at his muggle school and he was listed as having a medical issue that required the occasional excused absence. Usually though, even after long nights prowling around the outer parks of magical London, Sirius would be on his motorbike at 6am, ready to deliver a very exhausted but determined Remus to his first class of the day. He’d swing back around during Remus’s between class break to deliver the good kind of chocolate and whatever kind of espresso laden thing Remus was into at the time. He pretended not to notice when Remus’s classmates referred to Sirius as his boyfriend, and pretended even harder he didn’t feel a thrill shoot through his stomach and chest when Remus didn’t correct them. Remus would walk him back to his bike and tell him if he’d be stopping by the bar that night (the answer was usually yes) and Sirius would drive them home if he didn’t have to close, zipping through alleyways and side streets that Muggles couldn’t see and occasionally seeing how high he could get away with flying before Remus’s fingernails dug too hard into his back. Their routine came so suddenly, easily, based around but not controlled by the full moon, that Sirius didn’t even care to remember what life was like without it.

On bad days, he couldn’t wake up early and Remus had to take the tube. When he couldn't sit still in the worst way but also couldn’t figure out how to move, Sirius painted. Usually the walls of their apartment. Every color you could think of and when plain walls weren’t enough any longer, Sirius stepped his game up. Murals, mosaics, stripes, chevrons, tartans, magical and crude portraits of actresses he fancied, cartoons of dogs and wolves and deer and rats, paw prints, landscapes. All painted over or magically cleaned. One very dark day he’d painted the Black family tapestry from memory, equal parts disgusted and impressed at the levels that he remembered. He’d been forced to memorize it whenever he was in trouble as a child, which was always. Remus found him with his knuckles white around a paintbrush, unable to recreate the blast over his own portrait because Sirius would never know what it looked like. That was the only time Remus had scolded him for painting, reminding him of their security deposit before putting Sirius to bed and making the kind of soup he likes. Sirius painted the night sky as an apology-and enchanted it to mirror the real one, on the ceiling of both of their rooms. The key difference being that Moony was the only moon in his bedroom. Sirius made sure that the moon was the last thing he saw before he went to sleep-and the first thing he saw when he woke up most days, thanks to the tattoo on his hip that Remus still didn’t know about.

Sirius’s friends were a part of him, literally as well as figuratively, even if he was the only one who knew. James knew about the moon tattoo but had been sworn to secrecy. He didn’t however, know that the bone that hung from the earring Sirius had had permanently fixed into his ear wasn’t from a dragon like he told everyone, but was in fact, a bit of antler from a stag. Peter knows about the medallion he kept in his wallet. It depicts a big shaggy dog sleeping peacefully with a rat sleeping just as soundly on top of the bigger creature’s head. Peter knew because Sirius had given him one too-a congratulations when he’d landed his new job at the Prophet-and Peter had cried. Sirius knew that his friend needed to be loved out loud in a way that none of the rest of them did, so, whenever he came across the coin in his wallet, he’d tap it three times. He’d smile when the coin would glow blue moments later, meaning Peter had felt that Sirius was thinking about him and had tapped back.

They’d all been together at the last full moon, for the first time in ages. Sirius had secretly been looking forward to it, but knew that Remus would be suffering, so only to a degree. Thank fuck for Wolfsbane, the smell of fear and pain wouldn’t stick around as long when Remus used those-the transformation was easier, cleaner-and Remus was still there, however fleetingly, right alongside the Wolf.

They’d gone to the Shrieking Shack the day before, and they found four freshly sewn quilts, all in Gryffindor house colors, and a piece of parchment signed only by a cat’s paw print. They all crowed about Minnie McGee being Sirius’s girlfriend and he’d actually blushed, which naturally only egged them on more. They created a nest/fort type structure, like they had when they were little, and played drinking games and cards as they waited for the moonrise, all knowing without it having to be said that there wasn’t a good chance Remus could sleep anyway. When it happened, all four of them changed at once; Sirius James and Peter in a matter of seconds, waiting patiently as the creature took over their friend. Without looking over Sirius knew Peter’s eyes were squeezed shut-watching Remus in pain had always been hardest for him. Sirius never takes his eyes off Moony, needing to make sure everything goes the way it needs to; Remus the priority, like always.

The Wolf smiles, or maybe it bares its teeth, but none of them mind. The four friends burst out of the shack into the familiar trees and brush, Sirius’s muscles rejoicing with his heart as they all run together-the pack, the Marauders, his family.

A week later Remus was sleeping again and their routine is back on track. Sirius had to close that night and he was grumpy about it-hating work when Remus couldn’t be there too. Remus reminded him when he’d dropped him off that he had a book club meeting that night so it didn’t matter, Sirius had called him a prissy git and laughed when Remus kicked at his feet and flipped him off endearingly as he headed into class.

He doesn’t feel like painting, and he didn’t feel like pacing in the apartment. He could bring Padfoot out and go to the dog park, but the last time he’d done that there’d been a Yorkie that really pissed him off and killed the vibe. He remembers they need groceries-when he’d checked the fridge last night Sirius had found some beer, something in a bag that had once been an onion, and a tin of coffee. He’d gotten good tips the night before so he decided to surprise Remus and get a few things to cook together-Sirius was decent, actually, at fixing things, but he was terrible at cooking for the sake of it. Remus loves it, and Sirius has been forced to watch enough seasons of Chopped to know his way around an upscale grocery store, even a magical one.

He parks the bike out front and flashes the prim looking cashier girl a winning smile, knowing his hair was too long and too tinted blue and his arms were too tattooed to blend in, so he might as well lean into whatever judgements she was passing, winking when she tenatively smiles back. She blushes and Sirius saves that for later, knowing that if he goes through her check out he can probably charm his way into a discount if not a date for the next night. He meanders through the aisles, picking up a few things that looked interesting enough for Remus to do something with while still being decently priced and not obviously an ingredient for a potion. He sniffs a bottle of kombucha and audibly gags, pushing it way back into the fridge shelf and grabbing pomegranate juice instead. A sweet looking older woman makes eye contact with him and they both chuckle, wordlessly bonding over their mutual dislike for fermented beverages, and Sirius continues on his adventure. He passes an aisle full of magazines and books but backtracks after a minute. He did feel bad about the prissy git comment, and he knew he was being a bit of a knobhead about Remus daring to have a social life outside of him, so Sirius steers the cart down the aisle, forgoing the newstand for the novels when movement catches his eye. The newest issue of Witch Weekly appeared before his eyes. Sirius chuckles to himself for falling for their stupid marketing tactics, when a headline catches his attention beside the simpering portrait of the latest Weird Sisters wannabe.

“TEEN WOLF-My Story of Unlikely Friendship, Untimely Transformations and Ultimate Danger”

Sirius rolls his eyes, knowing Gilderoy Lockhart was probably up to his usual misinformed dangerous takes. Still, he picks up the magazine and flicks to the story. He liked to prescreen these types of things, read them for Remus so he could carry the burden of reading about the ugliness that many people still held for people like his best friend first.

Something indescribable burns in Sirius’s chest when he reads the byline:

Peter Pettigrew.

Sirius doesn’t even realize he’s shaking as he continues to read, half the words not processing. Peter’s talent is evident, but he doesn’t care. He scans the article, rage pushing through even the shock and slowly leaking into his stomach.

After he doesn’t see the phrase “Remus Lupin” Sirius picks a section at random, forcing himself to focus, trying to tell himself that there was no way, this was some sort of horrid joke, Peter would never...

By the time we were old enough to complete the full extent of our plan to help our friend, Boy M, Boy J, Boy P and I were nearly sixteen. In respect for their privacy and for my own plausible deniability, I won’t be going further into detail, but there are few creatures Werewolves-or, as they prefer to be called, Lycantropes, prey on, and, as long as those of us who were unbitten no longer appeared as prey, Boy M was no longer a predator-to us, at least.

Predator. Predator. Predator.

The word shakes Sirius out of his shock and with speed he hardly knew he’s capable of, he fulfills one of his worst fears; Sirius becomes his mother.

The news stand is on fire before he’s even aware of waving his wand-the sprinklers overhead turn on and he hears the pretty check out girl shout something, but Sirius is gone before he even sees her.

Peter’s eyes are wide when Sirius lands in the posh living room of his expensive flat. His voice is calm but a little too nasal, like he always does when he’s scared. Sirius can smell his cowardice and he starts to move towards him, not thinking, instincts driving him.

“Pads! Hi, what do I owe-”

Sirius isn’t even sure what spell he’s saying as he raises his wand, Peter is too quick, his own wand is out and disarming Sirius before the spell even shoots forward.

Fuck it, he hardly needs a wand.

His forearm is on Peter’s throat and pinning him against the wall as Peter starts to speak again. He starts to struggle and Sirius grabs the top of Peter’s wand, snapping it cleanly, knowing he can’t transform without it.

“It’s not-I didn’t-”

Sirius must be shouting at him for Peter to be responding, but he doesn’t hear himself. The first blow lands squarely in Peter’s mouth, someone is screaming, but Sirius doesn’t care. He can smell blood and he keeps going, punching again and again, his knuckles tearing on Peter’s teeth and the bones in his nose that Sirius feels break through. Someone is pounding on his back, but it’s no use. He’s going to kill Peter, he’s going to rip him apart.

He’s going to show him what real danger looks like.

“Stupefy!”

The spell hits him but adrenaline is coursing through him, Sirius isn’t quite human enough to be stunned, but it’s enough to get his body to seize, Peter gets out from his grasp, and when Sirius tries to lunge forward, strong arms hold him, impossibly, in place.

“ENOUGH!” Remus’s voice, like he’s never heard it, wild and angry, right in his ear. Sirius breaks out of his hold and spins around and for a fraction of a second, sees the worry through the rage, but it’s quickly eclipsed.

“What, am I next, you fucking piece of shit?!” Remus snarls, madder at him that Sirius ever thought possible. It’s enough to get him to stop struggling against the hold that Remus must of magically placed on him, panting and shaking as he tries to murder Peter with his eyes, not speaking, glowering at Remus too. “What were you going to do, kill him?!”

“Maybe.” Sirius says, nasty, spitting blood onto the carpet.

He sees movement behind Remus-James’ glasses are broken and he’s bleeding from his nose, and he looks terrified. Sirius vaguely realizes that James had probably been the one hitting his back. He’s distracted by a noise of pain that Peter makes and he lunges again against the magical binding, letting out a sound not unlike a rabid dog when he’s kept in place.

If his friends had just been a little later, if they hadn’t known him so well... Remus had seen the magazine on a magical newsstand while he was getting lunch-around the same time Lily’s copy arrived at James’ flat. Remus had checked his and Sirius’s place, then the bar, and then finally Peter’s-James had known better, had done this before with Snape, and arrived at Peter’s apartment forty seconds after Sirius had.

But he couldn’t stop him, not this time. Not when it was someone else’s fault-not when Peter had held the thing they all held closest in his hands and flung it out an open window to shatter in front of the entire world.

“Let me go, Prongs.” Sirius says, his voice harsh, feral. James shakes his head.

“Shut the fuck up, dude.”

“Remus-I-your identity is protected, I didn’t tell them you know, everything, I thought it’d be an interesting perspective-”

“You used him-!” Sirius is able to break through the hold this time, but Remus is having none of it-he’s stunned again as he’s blown back and pinned magically against the wall opposite from where Peter is cowering. Remus is in his face, angry, the Wolf peering out of his eyes even though the next full moon was weeks away. Sirius sets his jaw as he still struggles. Remus hits him again with another spell, finally making the bind strong enough. Sirius glares at Peter over Remus’s shoulder, his panting shaking his whole being as the rest of him is stuck in place. Remus’s hands pull Sirius’s attention as they ball into fists. He looks at his best friend-his...its something beyond that, they both know, something they don’t have the word for. His moon, if he was feeling poetic, but thats an emotion Sirius isn’t sure he’s capable of feeling ever again at the present moment. He can see the Wolf in Remus’s eyes, he can see what It wants to do.

“Do it.” Sirius challenges, smirking at him. “Fucking hit me. Do it.”

Remus turns away from him in disgust as James starts to shout at him, calling him every horrible name and borderline hysterical.

“I can’t believe you’d fucking do this again-”

“He’s a traitor, Prongs.” Sirius says, the energy he can’t expound sizzling underneath his words. “It’s different-”

“Shut up.” Remus says, calm, deadly. Commanding. Sirius listens, a feat unto itself.

“Peter-”

“You saved, me, Remus. I-”

Sirius laughs as Remus sucker punches Peter in the one eye that he could still see out of. Everyone ignores him as he jeers and cheers like he’s at a wrestling match.

“Get him to Mungo’s, James.”

“Moony I don’t-” James glances at Sirius and then back to Remus. “Will you two-”

“I can handle him. Go. Please.” He adds, shaking out his fist and turning away from where Peter lies groaning on the floor.

“Shut the hell up you absolute shithead, and stand.” James grumbles, kicking at Peter’s side with disgust. “Sure you’ll spew all over me when we land as a thank you present.”

“I’m sorry-” Peter manages as he gets to his feet, “I had to, Remus. I had to-they were gonna fire me, I was going to…”

Peter trails off when he sees the look on Remus’s face. He clumsily holds onto James' arm and they disappear with a faint pop.

“Letting me out of my cage now?” Sirius drolls, tilting his chin up as he sets his jaw.

“You are un-fucking believable.” Remus says, shaking his head and making no movement to let him go.

Sirius spits on the carpet again. “Weird way to thank me.”

“Thank you?!”

Remus’s voice cracks, and so does Sirius’s resolve. His vision stops being tunneled the instant he hears the catch in his throat.

Remus isn’t mad at him. Remus is...devastated.

“Bloody fucking hell this isn’t about you! Did you ever stop to fucking think?! Do you EVER FUCKING THINK that it might not be?! Just once?! Fuck, Sirius- you were going to kill him-”

“He-”

Remus raises a hand, and Sirius shuts his mouth.

“He what? Deserves to die? You get to decide that? You killing him and spending the rest of our lives in fucking Azkaban fixes this?”

Sirius breaks eye contact, backing down, finally.

“What, now you have nothing to say?!”

“Nope.”

The word sounds hollow. He knows Remus knows where he’s going now; he hopes Remus knows that he’s trying to fight that too-trying to stay present, but failing. He must, because Sirius suddenly falls forward off of the wall. He catches himself, stands shakily on his two feet he’s now staring at. He’s not sure how long they stand there.

“You need to look at me right now, Sirius.”

Sirius does, his stupid idiot brain wants to crack a joke about Remus hitting him with a newspaper but he’s able to at least hold that back. Remus’s jaw is trembling and the overhead track light catches a tear on his cheek. It’s worse when he’s calm, but Sirius has never seen Remus this calm. This upset.

And it hits him like a thousand stunning spells that it’s his fault.

Remus clears his throat.

“You need to not be at our flat for a while.”

Sirius nods, doesn’t argue, he holds Remus’s eyes, pleading.

“And I don’t want to see you.”

Sirius swallows hard and nods again, glancing away for a minute as he chews on the cut on his lip.

Remus pinches the bridge of his nose, not able to look at him now.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” Sirius says flatly, kicking at floor with his boot and scuffing it. “Can I say something?”

Remus scoffs, still not looking at him as he closes his eyes against what Sirius knows is a sharp headache-the Wolf gets pissed when it's called upon and not fully used. His fault, again.

“There’s no point in asking when you’re going to do whatever the fuck you want anyway.”

Sirius grimaces, trying to keep his emotions at bay and knowing he’ll fail his friend again before he even starts.

“I-I know it’s not all about me.” He says lamely, avoiding Remus’s gaze when he opens his eyes.

“But uh, fuck you if you think that your life getting harder or more painful or you getting hurt-” His disgust with himself as his voice catches shows on his face but he keeps going. “-uh, has nothing to do with me. You-”

He ducks his head again, addresses the floor. He can’t look at him, even though Remus needs him to.

“You’re all I’ve got, these days. I can’t-”

He swallows hard, unable to form the words “lose you.” He tries the next best thing and raises his gaze, looking just above his eyebrows until he’s brave enough to find his favorite pair of eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Remus’s expression is impossible to read. They look at each other, not speaking, Sirius barely breathes. Remus half nods and sounds so tired when he finally breaks the silence.

“Hopefully he doesn’t press charges against you.”

“Hopefully.” Sirius says as he looks away.

“Sirius.”

He looks. Remus is suddenly so much older.

“You can never do this again.”

He nods to himself, having already realized that but wanting Remus to know he heard. Wordlessly, he turns on the spot, Remus’s concerned face being the last thing he sees before he lands in a bedroom that was kept just as he left it.

Sirius lies under the covers, not moving, not sleeping, for hours. After about four, he’s able to finally let himself cry, but, as always, it’s not nearly enough of a release. When he feels a hand touch his back over the blanket, he’s certain its Epphie, but fiery red hair greets him instead.

“We’re not speaking right now, because James is in a fucking state downstairs, but unfortunately for us both, I give a shit about you. And I know you’ll need this to sleep.”

Sirius sits up enough to take the calming draught from Lily.

“How do I know it’s not poisoned?” The joke isn’t funny even as he speaks it and she glares at him.

“Because if I wanted to bloody kill you you’d be dead right now. Drink it, Black.”

He listens to her, because, despite all evidence he’d provided today to the contrary, he’s not a complete idiot.

“Sit still.” He feels cuts he’d become numbed to start to mend, and his body relaxes as she fixes his three broken fingers. He winces when they pop back into place.

“Thanks.”

Lily doesn’t respond but when she finally looks at his eyes, her own narrow.

“Don’t fucking do that.”

“What?”

“Fucking puppy dog eyes having ass. Stop.”

Sirius closes his eyes. It feels good. “Sorry.”

“Hmm.”

“For more than just-” His eyes fly open. “I have to tell James I’m sorry.”

Lily softens slightly, reaching behind him to undo the knot he has his hair tied up in. She fixes it for him as she continues to speak.

“Tomorrow. He’s not going anywhere.”

This has more of a soothing effect than it should-almost like Lily Evans is one of the few people around him who understands what it’s like to lose your family.

“We’re all very mad at you. But we still love you.”

“Even-”

“Even Remus.”

Sirius looks away, wetting his lips and suddenly feeling heavy.

“Did uh, he-”

“No. But I let him know you’re here. I’m going back over there in a bit.”

Sirius relaxes a little more-he didn’t want Remus thinking he was off doing something horrible again.

“Will you tell him I promise?”

“No. You’ll tell him when he’s ready to hear you.”

Sirius nods, the thought of that possibility happening soothing him further.

“Pettigrew is he-”

Lily bristles.

“Alive. You broke his nose and his jaw in six places and a few of the bones in his throat. They’re having to repair his eyesight on his left side and he lost a lot of blood-in case you didn’t notice.”

Sirius realizes he must be a wreck and then notices the laundered pajamas Lily has placed beside him on the bed. More than he deserves.

“He’ll have to be in there for a bit-you’re so fucking lucky you suck at dueling. James said he refused to say what happened. Witch Weekly announced he was attacked on Twitter and now everyone is suspecting a lycanthrope, so great job there.”

Sirius stares off at nothing, having not even thought about that being a consequence.

Did you ever stop to fucking think?!

“I fucked up.”

Lily’s silence is as affirming as anything else.

“Sirius.”

“Hmm?”

She smiles at him, tired, disappointed, but genuine.

“Go to sleep.”

Sirius wakes up to a blue light glowing out of his wallet. Without hesitation, he pulls out the coin. It’s the rat now, only the rat, wide awake. Running in circles.

Sirius gets out of bed, the floor is cold under his bare feet. He opens the window and lets the night air in-it feels good against his bruised skin, the smells are ones that comfort him.

He places the coin on the window sill and looks around for his wand. He thinks its still at Peter’s apartment and starts to panic before he sees it on top of the pajamas he still hadn’t put on. Sirius changes, holding his wand carefully, not trusting himself when he sees the blood caked onto the clothes he dropped to the floor.

Carefully he taps the coin with his wand and watches as it turns to dust and floats away in the night. Sirius stares at the stars until he finds himself-Sirius, the brightest star in the sky.

After a minute, he pads back to bed. He falls asleep curled up around himself, on top of the covers, staring at the light he knows he can never live up to.

#modern marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #self para #mine #she hurt herself in her confusion (im she)#violence cw #body horror cw #blood mention #fighting cw #injury cw

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Dr. Cold’s Chiller Theater (Indruck)

Prompt for the 16: Chills. This fill is NSFW

Duck is carefully gluing a mast to his model of the USS Constellation when a comically loud crash rattles down the outside stairs. His new neighbor must be having a hell of a Sunday morning.

He caps his glue and steps out the door to see if he needs to call an ambulance. A stack of boxes outside the door has toppled, sending posters, books, and DVD cases waterfalling to the parking lot. Another box has tipped towards the house, and a man’s voice is busy cursing as Duck calls, “hey, you need a hand?”

“If one is available, yes.”

“On it.” He picks his way down, gathering DVDs into a smaller, cardboard box. It’s an interesting mix of horror from every decade of film and rom coms with titles like A Cowboy for Christmas and Red Dust on His Soul. When the box is full, he tucks to stray posters under his arm and picks up a third that’s partially unrolled. A face surrounded by silver hair and sporting blood-red glasses peeks out at him.

“Holy shit” he laughs with delighted recognition, “Dr. Cold’s Chiller Theater, I fuckin loved that show. Didn’t know there was anyone else in Kepler who’d seen his stuff. Wonder what he’s up to now.”

“Currently he’s hauling boxes to and fro and exceedingly grateful for his helpful neighbor.”

Duck looks up. The face from the poster, aged-up a few decades, grins down at him as red glasses are lowered down the bridge of a narrow nose.

“And it’s always nice to meet a fan.”

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The worst part of being a broke college student is ping-ponging between exhaustion and boredom. Duck is stewing in the latter feeling as he flips channels at eleven forty-five p.m, wishing he could go out and do something but knowing he doesn’t have the cash for it. And all his friends are busy working some shitty job or another (he’s still in his Blockbuster polo). The only benefit is Charleston has more T.V stations than Kepler, so his channel flipping isn’t quite as bleak as it was in high school.

Just as he hits channel ten, the words “Dr. Cold’s Chiller Theater” splatter on the screen, giving way to a chorus of canned screams, maniacal laughs, and organ music. Then he’s staring at a plush, red chair surrounded by bubbling test tubes. In it perches a man wearing a mad scientist's lab coat and a wide, unnerving grin.

“Good evening my gorgeous ghouls. It is I, Dr. Cold, here with another little story to chill you, thrill you, and probably not fulfill you. We’re on a budget, after all.” He winks as a boom mic lowers into the shot, “tonight we’ll be screening an old favorite of mine; ‘The Thing From Another World.” Descriptive title, no?”

Duck snickers, rolls onto his side for a comfier view.

“Since this film is set at the snowy north pole, I suggest cuddling up with a warm beverage” he lifts one of the smoking flasks to his lips, “while we enjoy ‘The Thing from Another World.”

The flick is okay, but Duck keeps watching for the in-between segments, where Dr. Cold sends them off to or leads them back from the commercial breaks. He quips about loving how the film shows “the good, wholesome fun of young men tying each other up” and, when scolding them not to touch that dial, adds, “you know better than to disobey your doctor” with such a purr that Duck’s cheeks go pink.

By the time the show ends and Dr. Cold bids them goodnight and reminds them not to leave their windows open because “you never know where I might be” Duck is hooked

“I’m serious man, I watched your show every week. Er, I guess twice a week that last year when they ran you Friday and Saturday.” Duck slides a Coke can over to Indrid. They’re taking a well earned break after herding all the remaining boxes inside.

“That was a wild time; those were the same years that people actually paid me to host events and such. I was just excited that I could have more than one costume. I had fun matching them to the movies.”

Duck remembers those; the vampire and the demon joining the mad scientist. He never knew which one would be grinning at him from the screen, just that he’d have his hand down his boxers by the second time they were shown.

The strangest revelation of the afternoon is that Indrid is only two years older than him; he was a starving artist and a college drop-out with a friend at a local T.V station who put in a good word for him.

He’s spent much of their time together asking Duck about himself and what he likes about Kepler, showing genuine excitement when Duck offers to show him around the national forest. Duck’s happy to chat about his hometown, but his curiosity his getting the best of him.

“So, uh, how’d you end up in Kepler.”

Indrid fidgets with a moth-shaped necklace, “I, ah, purchased the Orion Theater.”

“Holy shit, really? I thought they were gonna close it.”

“I slipped in a bid at the last moment. You, ah, it may sound silly and old fashioned but I’ve always wanted to own a movie theater. The Orion serves Kepler at three other small towns, so it stands a better chance of survival than some other options I considered. And I can do most of the repairs myself.”

“That’s so fuckin’ cool. If you, uh, ever want an extra set of hands gettin’ it ready I’m happy to help. Might even be able to rope a few friends into it.”

“Thank you, Duck.” Indrid smiles, fingers with chipped black polish curling around his drink, “If I need aid, I know who to come to.”

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“...Pigeon, if you could help test the concession machines, then everyone else will be on paint or spackle duty. Oh, and I’ll order pizza for lunch for everyone again, and please help yourselves to the drinks case if you need it.” Indrid grabs the polish he’s been using for the wooden frames of the seats and follows one half of the group into theater one. Orion only has two, both decorated in a faux-Egyptian style; columns, stars on the ceiling, palms and pyramids painted on the walls. Luckily the shapes are intact and just need touching up, and he has a whole crowd to help him.

When Duck offered assistance, Indrid assumed it would be one or two extra sets of hands. It turns out that having your neighbor and friend be a long-time Keplerite with accumulated goodwill is rather handy.

“‘Drid, you mind bracing the ladder for me?”

He hurries over to stand on the base as Duck hauls a can of green paint up to fix some palm fronds. Their positions mean Indrid is eye-level with his belly, making desire popcorn through his chest.

It barely took them a week to become friends, joining each other for dinner or walks through the woods. Then Duck would sit on Indrid’s couch, reading while he drew up a list of public domain movies that might draw a crowd at the Orion. Or Indrid would sketch while Duck worked on a model ship, conversation flowing like a river that learned it’s path long ago.

One of those nights, Duck chuckled his way through a confession.

“Y’know, Dr. Cold was one of the first dude celebrity crushes I allowed myself. You looked so goddamn cool and, I dunno, spine-chilling in a good way that I even bought a poster to put in my room.”

Indrid bites his lip to keep from asking if he inspires the same feelings now, “That’s very sweet; I got lewd fanmail now and then, but my looks were an acquired taste before I even put on my monster make-up.”

“Not everyone appreciates a good lookin’ fella when they see one.” Duck winks, then hops up to shoo Winnie the cat from where she’s trying to open a bag of Cheetos.

Ever since that conversation, Indrid indulges in the occasional moment of monstrous hunger. When he and Duck pass each other in the mornings, the ranger in his uniform, Indrid watches him walk to his car, eyes on the shape of his ass and thighs. When they’re on the couch talking or watching a movie and Duck stretches, Indrid imagines pinning him down, nails digging into the muscles of his arms. And right now, he wants to surge up like a creature from the deep and sink his teeth through the well-worn Cramps shirt and suck a hickey into his belly.

He refrains, since he doesn’t want to make his friend fall and also he’s yet to hit upon the right words to express, “Your body was designed to drive me wild and I regularly cum thinking about groping your belly while I fuck you.”

“It look good from down there?” Duck glances at him for approval.

Indrid peers over the rims of his glasses, “It looks wonderful.”

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Duck’s on his way back from dinner at Juno’s when he spots the lights on in the Orion. Indrid’s car is in front, so he pulls in next to it and grabs the tupperware of brownies Juno made him take home.

The theater is due to re-open in two days, and he knows Indrid is stressed. But so help him if he finds him at his desk, half-buried in screening contracts, he’s throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him to the car.

As he tucks his spare key into his pocket, his friends voice lilts, “Duck? Is everything alright?”

“Yep, just came to check...on...holy fuck.” He sets the tupperware on the concession counter, eyes firmly on the brand new mural between the theaters. It’s a swirl of black and white, with splashes of color thrown in on a costume or a pair of eyes, showing characters from classic movies.

“You like it? I finished it in two days and I’m rather pleased.” Indrid wipes his hands on paint-spatter jeans.

“It’s amazing, ‘Drid.” He steps closer, drapes an arm over his friend’s shoulder, “you really done right by this place, you know that? Folks are gonna come just cause they can feel how much goddamn love and care went into it.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Indrid sighs, rests his head against Duck, “though I do hope they come for the movies too.”

To Duck’s joy, Indrid’s hopes are soon realized. His friend picks a good mixture of new releases and classics, budgets smartly so he can get big-ticket movies on their opening weekends. He takes audience feedback in a recycled film canister, runs double features where you can buy two boxes of candy for the price of one, sets aside Sunday afternoons and weeks with lots of forecasted rain for screening kids movies.

When Duck’s birthday rolls around, the marquee announces a double feature of Jurassic Park and Into the Wild for the night after his birthday party.

Indrid works Kepler with the same eye towards making himself a community fixture he did when he was doing Dr. Cold. He and Ned--the owner of the Cryptonomica--coordinate so Indrid will show cheesy movies that tie to Ned’s latest exhibit. He lets people rent the theater for birthday parties and, on one occasion, a wedding. And he hires high schoolers and kids from the community college, never scolds them for doing homework in the ticket booth as long as everyone gets served and pays them well.

Duck is especially grateful for that last choice; he wants Indrid to succeed, but it would suck to lose their lazy nights together. Indrid has gotten more comfortable being demonstrative, lounging against Duck as they watch T.V or read, and Duck hates the thought of losing those hours of comforting contact.

Tonight they’ve rooted through Indrid’s DVD collection and are halfway through Creature from the Haunted Sea. Indrid is heckling the screen, cracking Duck up whenever he does.

“Hey, you ever think of bringing back Dr. Cold? Just at the Orion? You could host in-person, make it a whole thing where heckling is encouraged..”

“Hmm” Indrid flops so his head is in Duck’s lap, “I’d certainly enjoy such a thing. But I doubt many other people have the attachment to the show that you do.”

“Don’t mean you couldn’t create a whole new fan base. And I ain’t just sayin’ that because I loved the old show; you’re good at that stuff, ‘Drid. You deserve a chance to show off, to have folks cheer for you a little.”

Indrid blushes, hides his face in Duck’s stomach, “Will you promise to come to the first one?”

“You know it.”

He feels the grin against his shirt, “Then I’ll do it.”

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“Gonna go out on a limb and say we’re at the theater.” Duck smirks at Indrid from the passenger seat.

“The blindfold doesn’t happen until we’re through the doors.” In his leather jacket and tight pants, Indrid looks like every skinny art punk Duck had a crush on in college. He suspects Indrid knows this, though he’s not sure why he’s bringing him to the theater well after the last showing of the day is done.

Once they’re in the lobby, Indrid ties a blindfold around his head and leads him down into theater one. When the fabric is whipped away, Duck is seated in the front row with a cart of food in front of it and Indrid looking very proud of himself beside that.

“I got at least one of all your favorite items from concessions. I have also queued up three of the worst movies I’ve ever seen for us to enjoy.”

“What’s all this for?” Duck grabs the box of peanut M&Ms.

“I, ah, since Chiller Theater is such a success I’ve been giving up more of my weekends and well I, ah, I miss our movie nights together. I thought it could be nice to have one here for a change.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ve missed ‘em too.”

Indrid rushes up to the projector room then back down, dropping into his seat as the title card for The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies blares across the screen. It’s so bad that by the time the “climax” arrives they’re busy trying to land popcorn in each other's mouths.

“Damn, used to be good at this.” Duck bounces a kernel off Indrid’s chin.

“Perhaps try something weightier?”

Duck grabs a plain M&M and manages to land it in Indrids pocket.

“Impressive. Oh, one moment, let me go put in the next film.”

Once Indrid switches to the The Hideous Sun Demon, Duck hands him the box of candy.

“You try me some more.”

Indrid bonks two off his cheek, then gets one onto his tongue.

“Success! You make an excellent target.”

“Been told I got a big mouth.”

“I like your mouth.” Indrid winks, then blushes and looks away.

Duck sets his popcorn safely on the next chair, “Wanna see what else it can do?”

Indrid’s eyes widen like a horror movie hero noticing a shape in the darkness, “Yes, yes so very badly.”

Duck grabs his lapels and hauls him halfway over the armrest, shoving his tongue between his lips with all the grace of an impatient teenager. Indrid laughs, muffled and ecstatic, pulling back long enough to remove his glasses. The black and white light makes his features all the more alien and twice as lovely.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” Duck strokes silvery hair.

“Such praise for one little kiss.”

“Get your cute ass in my lap so it can be more.”

“I could do that” Indrid traces a finger in a heart on Duck’s cheek, “or…” He slides from the seat and onto his knees in front of the ranger, hands hovering above his fly, “assuming that is alright?”

“It’s so fuckin alright.” He untucks his as Indrid undoes the zipper. When his bare stomach appears, Indrid goes strangely still.

“You okay?”

“Yes” Indrid licks his lips, “very. I, ah, I...never mind.”

Duck grips his chin, “Uh uh, you don’t get to look at my fully-clothed body like you’re watchin a hardcore porn and not tell me what you’re thinkin’ about.”

“I, I, ah, I think you are an exceedingly handsome man but I, ah, I’m very fond of your” his voice softens, “belly in particular.”

Duck sets his hand on his stomach, raising an eyebrow, “this thing?”

“Yes.” Indrid tips forward to nuzzle the buttons of his shirt, needy little sounds creeping from his throat.

“In that case, howsabout you show it some love while you jerk me off?”

“Yes, yesyesplease.” Indrid bounces in place as Duck gets his pants and boxers below his knees, doesn’t even give him the chance to start on his buttons. He just shoves his shirt up and presses a kiss above his belly button.

“Heh, kinda tickles” Duck pets his hair as monstrous shadows flicker on it, groans when cool fingers tease his dick, “that don’t, fuck I ain’t gotten a decent handjob in ages.”

Indrid kisses an arc across his stomach, “that is a shame. I wish you’d told me sooner, I’m just dying to make that right.”

“Seems to me all I had to do was lift my shirt durin’ one of our movie and you woulda been on the rug with my dick in your mouth.”

“Indeed” Indrid nips his skin.

“I’ll keep that in miIIIInnnd ohfuck, yeah, little more pressure please, fuck, that’s it.” He tangles his hands into Indrid’s hair, holding his moaning mouth against him as two fingers stroke and press inside him. Then a thought flashes in his mind and he laughs, “hang on, is this why you had to stay in the water so long that time we went to the lake?”

In place of a reply, Indrid whines, embarrassed, and nods, the movement giving way to affectionate rubbing of his cheek and nose on Duck’s abdomen.

“Just about makes us even for all the times I had to rub one out because of your show.”

Indrid sits back on his heels, swiping his thumb along Duck’s dick, “Are you joking?”

“Dead seriousohFUCK” he gasps as steady, precise touches give way to full-on finger fucking, Indrid surging up to kiss him, “‘Drid, darlin’, right there, fuck fuck.”

“I, I cannot believe you wanted me then, want me now, Duck, sweetheart” he licks and nips at Duck’s neck, their gasps drowning out the horror stings ringing from the speakers. He works his hips in time with Indrid’s hand, chasing an orgasm that hovers out of reach for several agonizingly delicious minutes before crashing into him when Indrid confesses he’s fantasized about this since his second week in Kepler.

As Duck catches his breath, Indrid stands on unsteady legs to wipe his hand on a napkin. He’s so hard, Duck’s pretty sure he can hear his zipper splitting.

The ranger pats his lap, “C’mere, doctor.”

Indrid snorts, amused, and does his best to straddle him in the cramped theater seat. Duck pops his black jeans open, sets Indrid’s hands on his shoulders, “keep those there.”

“Wh-oh! Ohhhhhhhyes” He wiggles excitedly as Duck grips his cock with one hand while placing the other on the small of his back, making it so he’s jerking the other man off against his belly.

“You, uh wanna know another secret?”

“Y-yes” Indrid bucks his hips, scattering kisses across Duck’s face.

“Had different fantasies about you depending on the costume. Used to think about you in the vampire one, layin’ me out in some fancy-ass bed and biting my skin black and blue. Or the mad scientist one, that was my favorite, you looked so fuckin hot and unhinged in it. I’d imagine I was some fella you kidnapped and kept in your lab for all kinds of experiments, that you’d fuck me open with toy after toy or make me cum so many times I lost count, all in the name of your ‘research,’ laughing at me when I begged and kissin’ me whenever you wanted because you fuckin owned me.”

“Ohgoodness.” Indrid squeaks, cumming on Duck’s torso and spasming in his arms as he finishes. They hold each other tight as the sun demon leaves a trail of destruction through Los Angeles.

Gradually, Indrid zips his pants up and half-heartedly starts smoothing Duck’s clothes as he murmurs, “I should get you something to clean off with. And I need to clean this chair before we leave.”

“Guess it’s mighty rude to have customers sittin’ somewhere your boyfriend got cum all over.”

“Boyfriend?” Indrid sits up enough that he can look down at Duck, brown eyes sleepy and intrigued.

“Uh, I mean, if you want me to be. If this is just a spur of the moment thing-”

A finger shushes him, “I want it so badly, my gorgeous ghoul.”

Duck giggles, pulls him down for another kiss, “In that case, can your boyfriend take you on a date next week. If, uh, you need a break from movies, we could go bowlin’ or somethin’.”

“You pick, sweetheart. As long as you’re with me, I know I’ll be happy.”

#indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #promptober #trans duck newton #duck x indrid

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dameronology · 4 years

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the one where he doesn’t listen (poe x reader)

summary: poe dameron + ‘i think we should take a break’ ‘you’re right - we’ll get some food, cool down and then we can talk about this’ no, i mean a break from us’

warnings: language

i PROMISE i am working on some fluff, i know literally everything i’m writing at the moment is angst but like 80% of my requests are for angst...and i just hope u guys are okay lol love u

enjoy,

- jazz

‘Would you just listen to me?!’

You ignored the calls of your boyfriend, violently kicking open the door to the air hangar. You stormed inside, a scowl on your face - you didn’t notice Jessika and Snap jump back at the sight of you. You breezed through the base, boots thumping into the concrete floors, steps like thunder. You couldn’t even look at Poe - you might throttle him otherwise.

You usually embraced his rebelliousness. His courage was one of the many things you loved about him - but this was your mission. You were the commander. It was a different story when he was ignoring your orders. The whole operation had been blown up because he couldn’t listen for once in his life.

‘Baby, please-’

You stopped in your tracks, and Poe crashed into your back with a grunt. You turned to face him, and for a split second, he held out his arms. The action, however, was quickly retracted when you jabbed your finger into his chest. He silently thanked whichever god was up there that looks couldn’t kill - if they could, yours would have been a weapon of mass destruction.

‘The one time I need you to listen!’ You snapped. ‘The one fucking time, Poe!’

‘I said I was sorry-’

‘- sorry doesn’t get me my mission back!’ You continued, cutting him off. ‘Sorry doesn’t change the fact you ignored me. Sorry doesn’t change the fact you went against my direct orders!’

There was a little bit more to it than his disobedience. You weren’t a superior behind a comms link, barking orders at him. You were his partner - the one person you’d hoped would be the exception to his insubordination. That was what was causing most of the fuel behind your rage.

Poe bit his lip, nodding. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’

‘How?’ You snorted. ‘You find a time machine and go back and unfuck this up for me?’

He grimaced, hopelessly scrambling to find something - anything - to say that could possibly calm you down. ‘I’ll explain it to Leia. I’ll take the fall.’

‘That was gonna be the case anyways.’ You murmured.

Poe reached out to grab your hand, but you swatted it away.

‘Don’t.’ You shook your head. ‘Look, I’m gonna go to my quarters and get the mission report done. I need time to think - and maybe a wall to punch.’

‘Wait,’ His mouth dropped open, and that was when the magnitude of his actions finally seemed to click. ‘This isn’t gonna change anything is it, for us?’

You knew the us that Poe was referring to - and he didn’t mean your professional relationship. He meant the us, us. The us that had sneaky kisses and escapades in broom closets. The us that laid together at night in each other’s arms, discussing everything from from work that day to theories about the deepest, darkest galaxies. The us that might have been the only stable thing in Poe Dameron’s unpredictable life.

‘I don’t know.’ You sighed. ‘I just need time to think.’

You paused, the volume of the situation beginning to cause the descend down a slippery slope of misery and rage.

How could he do this to you? You knew that the flyboy was capable of some exceptionally dumb things, but this one took the crown. This was the grand finale that completed The Chronicles of Poe Dameron’s Dumbassery (patent pending).

Poe grabbed your arm, glancing around at your co-workers. Most of them had left the room when you entered - news of the mission had quickly spread about the base and people did not want to get in your way. Even Threepio had made a point to not go near you. Still, the pilot dragged you from the walkway and towards an empty space behind his X-Wing. The ship was splattered with dents and chips from the TIE fighters that had chased you out of the planet you’d been on. Perhaps that would be the epilogue in the aforementioned book.

‘Baby,’ his voice almost broke, desperate as he grabbed your face in his hands. ‘I would give anything to go back and undo what I did, literally anything, but I can’t-’

‘- I know you can’t.’ You moved his hands, momentarily intertwining your fingers. ‘It can just be so exhausting, Poe. I love you so much but you don’t think about the people around you.

You moved away from him, propping yourself up against the ladder of his jet. Your feet swayed back and forth for a moment as you thought. You were hurting- teetering on the edge of pure insanity, ping-ponging between your intense love for the man in front of you and your frustration at the situation.

‘I think we should take a break.’

You knew that you didn’t mean it. The second the words left your mouth, you wanted to swat them out the air, throw them to the ground like dead flies. Some childish part of you just wanted to scare him, to make him feel what you’d felt.

‘You’re right,’ Poe nodded. ‘We’ll get some food, cool down and then we can talk about this-’

‘- no, Poe.’ Your voice cracked slightly. ‘I mean a break from us.’

‘You’re breaking up with me?’

‘No, not a break up. Just a break.’ You stood up.

You saw the hurt on his face; the anguish, the torment. More than ever, you wanted to wrap your arms around him; to hug him, to run your hands through his stupidly soft hair and hold him and promise to hurt whoever it was that was causing his distress. But it was you. Was love always this much agony?

‘I gotta clear my head.’ You whispered, slipping by him as you walked away.

A few hours later, you were even more angry that you had been when this whole thing started. You were no longer just enraged at Poe - you were now pissed off with yourself. Why had you said that? Why had you let the heat of the situation push you over the edge and say such stupid things?

Three hours without Poe by your side felt like a lifetime - a long, sad, empty lifetime. You’d been sat on your bed, handing resting on the empty space where he should have been. You were still furious at him but that didn’t mean you wanted to be without him.

You let out a sigh, watching as BB-8 circled the floor in front of you. He’d followed you back from the hangar, beeping something about relaxation methods. But aside from that, he’d been pretty silent. You felt like he was a kid who’d seen his parents have a fight.

‘Where is Poe?’ You asked quietly, moving down to kneel in front of the droid, fixing his antenna. ‘In Finn’s room? I know right, where else?’

Grabbing the nearest jacket from your desk, you tugged it over your shoulders. As the heavy leather fell over your torso, you realised it with Poe’s - he’d lent it to you on your third date. It occasionally lead to a few awkward situations where you, Finn and Poe all turned up wearing matching jackets, given that the pilot had also gifted one to his friend.

You made your way to Finn’s quarters, BB-8 rolling behind you. He’d perked up a bit at the prospect of his parents you and Poe working it out. Nobody liked to see you guys fight. You knocked on the door twice - usually, you were close enough with Finn to walk in unannounced, but with the given circumstances, you didn’t want to just swan inside.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and he greeted you with a smile. ‘Y/N!’

‘Hey, Finn.’ You greeted him. BB-8 nudged past his leg, rolling inside without waiting for an invitation.

‘Poe’s inside.’ He said, stepping aside. ‘I’ll give you guys some space, but please don’t do anything in my bed.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘Finn.’

‘Just saying!’ He ruffled your hair as you walked by.

Poe was sat on Finn’s bed, a holopad in one hand and a cup of caff in the other. He’d clearly heard the exchange at the door and was trying to play it cool - something at which he was failing miserably.

‘Hey,’ you greeted him quietly. You gently took a seat on the bed next to him, pulling the holopad from his hands. ‘Wanna talk?’

‘Is there much to say?’ His voice was cold, and you almost did a double take.

‘Poe,’ you sighed. ‘I don’t want to break up, or go on a break, or whatever it was that I said.’

His brown eyes lit up slightly, and he finally turned to look at you. The last three hours had been equally painful for him - he thought he’d lost you. There was a lot of things that terrified him but there was nothing that scared him more than the idea of life without you by his side. He would have rather gone up against Kylo Ren with a pencil for a weapon than let go of you.

‘I got caught up in the heat of the moment,’ you continued. ‘You hurt me, and I think I was reaching for something that might make you feel the same.’

‘Well, you made me feeling something that was deep, dark and pretty terrible.’ Poe tried to joke, but he couldn’t hide the wavering in his voice. He reached to take your hands in his, and your heart broke when you realised they were shaking. ‘But that’s not a lot compared to what it feels like to lose a mission - especially because of me.’

‘I don’t care that we lost the mission. That happens all the time - it just hurts that you didn’t listen to me.’ You explained. ‘I guess I felt like you didn’t respect me.’

‘I do!’ Poe’s eyes widened. ‘I would...I would do anything for you. You know that, right? You tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it-’

‘- I just want you to listen to me.’ You cut him off. ‘That’s it.’

‘I can do that.’ A smile finally fell onto his lips. He pressed a kiss to your lips, and you felt yourself finally relax. You were going to be okay.

‘I’m still fucking furious at you, though.’ Your words didn’t quite match your actions; with one hand tangled in his hair and one resting on his face, you seemed to be more sweet than intimidating. ‘But I love you, and whatever this is, we’re gonna work through it.’

‘I love you too.’ He pulled you in for another kiss. ‘And I will never, ever do anything stupid again.’

‘I give it five minutes tops.’

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfic #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars fanfic #star wars preferences

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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Norton & Constantine Pt 1

The following are excerpts translated from the Novel about Norton and Constantine. This was... a lot longer than I expected so I’m splitting it in two.

These only include areas where Norton (No. 13) and Constantine appear together. Other references are omitted.

Please enjoy!

------RONALD TANG’S DREAM----------

“Brother...” Someone called softly in the darkness

It was really annoying! Who lost their kid?

“Bother.” The child called again.

Annoying, annoying, annoying! There is no ‘brother’ here!

“Brother... Then I’ll go.” The child whispered, his voice gradually growing silent.

Suddenly, he couldn’t bear that lonely, fading voice. It invoked the sight of a child’s back, slinking away like an abandoned hound.

“Okay, okay, okay! Which street and what house number do you live at? What’s the name of your unreliable brother? I’ll take you home!” He turned over and sat up.

A child dressed in bright white, like a camellia blooming in moonlight, sat on the floor in the sun, holding a writing case and making a long stroke.

“Hey, you’re not leaving? Are you kidding me?” He wanted to say, but he didn’t.

Instead, he did what came naturally. There was a plate of green grapes on the table. He picked a small bunch from it and handed it to the child across from him.

The child raised his head, his eyes flashed with panic, like an alert cub, “Brother, there are many people outside.”

Huh? He thought it was very quiet.

The next sentence also came naturally. “Maybe you will die? But, Constantine, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid. When I’m with my brother, I’m not afraid... but... why don’t you eat me? Eat me and you can break through any cage!” The child said seriously.

Eat you, he thought. Although you are very white and tender, it does not mean you are better than hamburgers. I just ate a hamburger for lunch and I’m not hungry.

“You are good food, but that would be too lonely. For thousands of years, only you and I were together.” He said, jokingly. “But death is really sad. It’s like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever. Pitch black, like reaching out in the dark and never touching anything.”

Looking at him, the boy’s clear pupils flashed in anticipation. “The so-called destiny of the abandoned clan is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again and return to our home. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before you can swallow the world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to walk alone. We will still wake up.”

“Brother, if you raise the the battle flag and swallow the world, will you eat me?”

Damn it! Is this a stage play of a drama between loving cannibals? These family ethics are really strange!

The child poured a glass of water from the pitcher, handed it to him, and he drank it.

“I’m leaving, brother, goodbye.” The child stood up.

He wanted to say that he was not his brother and you’ve got the wrong person, but he just casually said, “Goodbye, be careful. Don’t believe any humans.”

Again with the strange, bored lines.

The child went out and closed the door behind him. He listened to the child’s foot steps getting farther and farther away, until, finally, they completely disappeared.

Suddenly, he felt nervous. He thought he was getting faint. What would happen if such a young child got abducted because he let him go off on the street? He didn’t know how far he had to go to find his brother. He became restless, and when he finally couldn’t help it, he got up and ran to the door.

He opened the door, and the blazing light shone on his white clothes, not sun light but firelight. The city has been burning for days, charred human forms run crying in the fire. Thousands of arrows fall from the sky and a huge sign reading “Baidi” falls and turns over. It’s hell.

At the center of the city, there is a tall pillar. The child is hung on the top of the pillar, eyes closed, the flames of the city burning him.

It’s like a grand sacrifice.

It hurt so much, like the cut of a knife. This important person was lost because he made a mistake.

He suddenly remembered something and realized he was truly the brother of that child.

He called out his name. “Constantine!”

He sat up abruptly, opening his eyes in the afternoon sun, short of breath, covered in cold sweat all over. The noise of an elevated light rail passed him by.

He suddenly found the sound so pleasing to his ear, reminding him that everything in his dream was fake and that he was in an ordinary world

--------RONALD TANG ENTERS CASSELL----------

“Brother...”

No. 13 was taken aback. He was walking in a dark corridor, illuminated by the light of the phone screen. At this moment, he heard the faint sound of people talking in front of the class.

He hurriedly lowered his body and covered the phone screen with his palm, so that the corridor was completely dark. He moved a few silent steps so that no one could tell his location without an infrared night vision device. Only the hum of the fan remained in the corridor, repeating at a steady frequency.

“Did she get it wrong?” No. 13 thought.

He was proud to be a master in the bounty hunter’s line. He accepted all manner of strange cases and performed beautifully. He has never felt so strange as he did today. Since entering this campus, he has had auditory hallucinations. Every time he walked around in a quiet environment and listened to his footsteps, he would mistakenly think that someone was speaking in front of him. At first, he ignored it. He didn’t realize it was weird until he left the crystal clear shadow girl and the beer-drinking man. Because after he entered the tunnel leading to the “ice cellar”, the strange voice became clear. He was underground and except for the ventilation system, there was no gap for sound to penetrate.

No. 13 slowly straightened up, and stopped using his phone for light, turning it off. He touched the wall of the corridor with his waist and walked forward.

“Brother....” This time the voice came from behind him, as if someone sighed nearby.

No. 13 drew out the saw-barrel shotgun, turned around and pointed it behind him. According to his heroic or rough character, he should have shot this person point-blank, regardless of whether he was a man or a ghost. But he was too nervous this time. God knows why, but he felt like this sound was very familiar. As familiar as when you lived in an airport as a child, listening to planes taking off and landing every day, and the sounds of jet engines put you to sleep.

He couldn’t remember where he heard this sound. It was like a bubble floating from the depths of his mind. it was very familiar and it had a dream-like, black sweetness, which made him a little drowsy.

“Who is it?” he asked.

No one answered but the hum of the exhaust fan.

No. 13 scratched the back of his head, regretting taking this assignment. He was hired by regular customers, who had taken care of his business many times over the years. No. 13 trusted these people very much, so he agreed without much thought. In the past, he took assignments like exploring a desert tomb or a sunken ship in the ice sea. Every place sounded more mysterious the this Cassell College, but this time things became more and more strange. He lost contact with the other people for no reason. At the beginning, there was a series of strange encounters. Although his nerves were steady, and he still believed this college is just a gathering place for a group of board game lovers who love living out fantasies, he felt he had underestimated their IQ. Walking in here was like walking into a maze.

--------------RONALD TANG FALLS INTO THE ICE CELLAR AQUARIUM--------------

No. 13 slowly turned around and saw a pair of eyes he size of ping-pong balls staring at him curiously a few meters behind him. It was a very authentic great white shark.

Probably in order to prove to No. 13 that he is a young shark with great bite force, the great white shark opened its mouth, displaying thorny teeth.

No. 13 glanced desperately at his hand. This was the most unlucky day in his life. When he fell, his hand scraped against the gate and it was overflowing with a faint red color. Everyone who has watched the “Discovery Channel” program knows that sharks are crazy when they smell blood. As long as it smells blood it will pounce on a piece of wood and No 13 is good eating.

“Brother...” The young boy’s voice echoed around him.

“Please, don’t tell me it’s you calling me?” At the end of his life, No. 13 actually thought this world was so funny as to let a shark be calling him.

A strange expression suddenly appeared in the shark’s blood red eyes. This was the first time that No. 13 felt that he could see the expression in the eyes of a fish. The shark slowly closed its mouth, swinging its fins and tail but it was not advancing but silently retreating. As the distance between it and No. 13 lengthened, it turned around and dived into the water at high speed, plunging into an artificial rock cave. Immediately, a bloody red mist gushed from the rock reef cave and then a big dead fish was thrown out.

No. 13 didn’t understand what was going on. He could only read the shark’s eyes. It looked at him in fear and then slowly disappeared.

He didn’t quite understand what was going on. The shark seemed to be terribly afraid of him. and took the big fish’s nest and hid himself.

--- THE AWAKENING OF CONSTANTINE--

A great chill fell on everyone heart. They realized that they were prematurely optimistic. “Two echoes...” Someone whispered.

“A cavity...” Someone said.

The internal structure of the copper tank was clearly revealed. The inside of the copper tank is divided into two halves. In one half is the curled up skeleton of what appeared to be a human being. The other half is empty.

A disturbing crack is just above the cavity!

“Something... escaped from it!” Someone’s voice began to tremble.

“Why?” The principal asked in a low voice.

No. 13 wondered as well, why all these people were suddenly so quiet.

At this moment, he is laboratory assistant wearing a mask to prepare dissection equipment. His journey has been so smooth. After walking around the ‘ice cellar’ for a long time, he entered what appeared to to a laboratory. In this area, he saw a group of men taking a shower, in an lively discussion about a copper jar. In the heavy steam, no one could see each other’s faces, so No. 13 took off his clothes and stepped in to shower with them.

More than a dozen naked men walked about in the vapor and when they past him, a few even greeted him.

After bathing, they took out sterile suits from sealed plastic bags and covered themselves head to toe. They were tightly protected, as if they were going to the virus laboratory or going to walk on the moon.

No. 13 realized that this was his perfect opportunity so he knocked out a guy about his height, took his ID card and pinned it to his chest, and put on his suit.

When he entered this sealed glass laboratory, he took off his mask to drink a glass of champagne. He was that casual. When someone gave him a cart full of dissecting equipment, he lightly examined it while people around him applauded. No one paid him any attention to him, entirely focused on the brass jar in the glass enclosure.

“Regardless, the autopsy should continue.” The principal raised his hand. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I can’t wait any longer to obtain this important data.”

The researchers began to applaud again, and the principal’s calm and determination under the unexpected was always convincing.

“Is all the equipment ready?” The principal asked.

No. 13 hurried to raise his hand. He pushed a trolley made of synthetic materials on which the nano-material transparent scalpels, saws and scissors, as well as other unrecognizable tools were displayed.

“For safety’s sake, only the person responsible for the dissection enters, and the others are responsible for recording are to stand outside.” The principal turned to No. 13, with an expression of expectation, “Ready?”

No. 13 can only nod. He doesn’t know what a Dragon King is, but he is sure that the knowledge of anatomy of frogs he learned in high school biology class wasn’t enough for him. Fortunately, he stuffed his saw-barrel shotgun and a few soaked ammunition clips under the sterile suit. This game him a little more confidence.

In fact, he really wanted to turn around and walk away. It didn’t seem like he was strong enough to move the copper pot alone. with a glass wall on the outside and a quartz glass cavity inside, he could only see the indistinct shadow of the copper pot, which was not enough for him to accumulate enough materials to go back and claim the 5 million dollars.

The principal patted him on the shoulder, and the hatch leading to the low temperature laboratory inside slid open, and the white gas evaporated from the gushing liquid nitrogen. The principal put on his mask while No. 13 shivered.

He walked into the cryogenic chamber, and all he saw was white, with bright blue flickering lights all around. In the center was the oval quartz glass chamber with a huge copper tank and liquid nitrogen vapor under his feet.

For a moment, he had the illusion that he was standing on the endless snowy field and heard a low call from a distance beyond his sight, “Brother.”

“An egg...” No. 13 thought, “Brass Egg.”

Would such a report be worth even 200 dollars? No. 13 is a bit hesitant. The money seemed too good to be true.

In the quartz glass cavity, there is a jar with a brass texture and a dark green patina on the surface. He can just make out an engraved pattern of a double snake guarding a giant tree. The outer wall was originally completely closed, bu there was a gray tin-colored place above it and there was a black hole that seemed to be corroded out.

But it was much like an egg.

There was no doubt that this was his goal. The smell of medal rust in the air started to become stifling. The strong magnetic field made a loose screw on his watch fly out and cling to the quartz glass cavity. The out wall began to quake. No wonder this lab is made completely of glass! There was no metal anywhere!

Dozens of eyes behind him watched him. Sooner or later they would figure him out. No. 13 thought quickly. “What the hell is this? This is worth 5 million dollars for its information?”

“No, what they’re after isn’t this copper jar... but what’s in it!”

“No wonder that the instructions said to observe with my own two eyes and if it’s broken, look inside!” No. 13 made up his mind. He tore off his lab coat in full view, and leaped on to the exam table and peered into the gap.

The black gap was like a well of time.

“Brother, there are many people outside.”

“maybe you will die? but Constantine, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid. As long as I stay with my brother I’m not afraid. But why don’t you eat me? Eat me, brother, and you can break out of any cage.”

“You are good food, but that would be too lonely. For thousands of years, only you and I were together.”

“But death is really sad, like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black. You reach into the dark and never feel anything.”

“The so-called destiny of the abandoned clan is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return home. Death is not terrible. It is just a long sleep. Before we can swallow the world, we expect to ravel alone. It is better to sleep peacefully and wait to wake up.”

“Brother... when you raise the flag and devour the world, will you eat me?”

“Yes, then you will be with me, and you will come to the world!”

No. 13 felt dizzy. “Who is...talking?”

It seemed that he was really standing by a well, listening to the people in it. In the dark of the well, someone looked up at him. The well was deep, and he felt like he might fall in at any moment.

“Damn, why is this kind of second-rate stage play lines again?” No 13 looked away and felt a little cursed. Things that are this old might be cursed. Fortunately, No. 13 never cared about strange objects, but before this one, his heart was beating wildly.

“All those who are in front of the army are in front!” After reciting this sentence in bad Chinese, No. 13 pulled out the shotgun, turned and pointed it at the stunned group of researchers outside the tempered glass. "Hands in the air! Unless you want to die!”

The principal was stupefied for a moment, and immediately raised his hands. He seemed to be an old guy who understood the current state of affairs. The researchers’ eyes were full of disbelief but they also raised their hands after the principal.

“Alright, I’ll add a sentence to my report that says that when I looked inside... it was as if someone was looking back at me.” He thought to himself.

But that should have been impossible. Under the low temperature of liquid nitrogen, even if there were bacteria inside, it would freeze to death.

“I’ll just treat it as a high school gym class and just do it.” No. 13 kicked opened the door of the cryogenic chamber.

A researcher suddenly lifted the transparent plastic cover on the console and pressed a red button inside with one hand.

“Dragon Invasion in the secure area! Invasion!” A stern girl’s voice echoed in the air.

The reinforced outer cover outside the quart glass cavity behind No. 13 was fastened tightly, twelve valves sealed at the same moment and a large amount of liquid nitrogen was injected into it.

“Are you calling the police? Is this a convenience store robbery?” No. 13 was very annoyed by the situation.

He should have put the saw-barrel shotgun against the researcher’s forehead and blasted him with a single shot. But he was still a little dizzy and every bullet was soaked when he fell into the aquarium. So he stepped forward and kicked the guy and then took down seven more researchers. Taking advantage of the chaos, No. 13 turned and ran out of the laboratory.

“Stop him!” The principal shouted.

The researchers came to their senses and swarmed outside.

At the same time, in the water above the aquarium, No 13′s lost phone suddenly turned on.

“No. 13 if you are not dead right now, then you should be close to the target. Your target is a brass pot, about 1.8 meters in height and 1.2 meters in diameter, with a corroded gap above it. The last instruction is to open the gray tin bottle and pour the solution through the gap. Once this is completed, the bonus rises to 10 million US dollars.”

The water eventually penetrated the phone’s battery and it stopped working forever.

In the shadow of the cryogenic hatch, a person sighed low. Everyone had evacuated and no one noticed him in the chaos. “And just like that, the mission failed? This young man is really unreliable.” He said softly.

He walked out of the shadows, picked up the tin bottle left by No. 13 and walked into the quartz glass cavity. He inserted a black card into the card slot on the console.

“This operation will cause the opening of he Dragon’s Egg. Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire may wake up. Operation prohibited! Operation Prohibited! Operation Prohibited!” Norma’s voice echoed over the laboratory and a warning alarm blared. Red lights rolled through the entire lab.

“Keep quiet, Norma, this is the time for us to witness a miracle.” The man lowered the valve and cut off the communication between the entire laboratory and Norma.

With the main power supply cut, Norma’s voice disappeared, the lights went out one by one, and only the alarm is left, the red lights rotating.

The crimson of the warning lights flow in the dark, like lava, like blood, like doomsday.

These light up the expressionless face of the man.

The temperature rises rapidly, the high-speed rotating electron flow in the superconducting magnetic field attenuates, and the suspended quartz glass cavity slowly dropped down. The twelve sealed valves unlocked at once and a huge amount of white steam was ejected. The reinforced outer covered opened.

“With my bones and blood to the great Majesty, Nidhogg. He is the supreme, the most powerful and the most virtuous existence, destined to rule the whole world.” The man stretched out his hand to touch the quartz glass chamber and felt the vibration coming from it. The vibration became more and more intense.

“Good, you didn’t make me wait too long!” The man drew his knife from his sleeve. A sharp blue knife mark was left in the glass wall. The vacuum inside was broken, and screaming air poured in. The man cut the neck of the gray tin bottle with a knife and aimed the break at the crack. The gray tin-colored liquid followed the knife mark into the quartz glass cavity and circulated along the inner wall of the glass like a thin snake, away from the central copper tank, as if afraid of it. But s more and more liquid entered the glass cavity, this ash stream began to boil and bubble with a rustling and peeling sound, like a living thing.

the man put the knife in his sleeve and left the cryogenic laboratory.

He looked back at the door for the last time and all the gray tin solution flew away from the inner wall in an instant and ‘pounced’ on the copper pot. When the two touched, a violent corrosive effect appeared, and the indestructible popper can is like a piece of softened cheese melted in a microwave, emitting a dark green mist.

An indescribable low growl echoed in the cryogenic laboratory, anxious and manic.

“Welcome back to the world, Constantine.” The man closed the door.

TO BE CONTINUED..... @mechaspirit

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Prompt: After being dragged to a carnival by her friends Emily and Jesse, and later dragged to a "real" seer that can reveal your "one true love." It's been revealed that Beca's one true love happens to be a legendary evil/dark being (a person you ship Beca with). Beca thinks its bullish*t, but strange things have been happening ever since the reveal of her supposed one true love. Question now is, will Beca try to escape her fate or embrace it?

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[A/N: anyone up for a part two?? also, sorry I haven’t been posting. Things are… busy.]

Beca kicked the toe of her sneaker into the loosedirt lot. She could practically taste the earth as it mixed with freshly poppedcorn and dripping batter topped with powdered sugar. The scent coated her lungsand as her stomach clenched in hunger, she thought, maybe this wouldn’t be sobad.

Thelights were mesmerizing: twinkling against reflective signs advertising simplering toss games that would win cheap stuffed animals. She wouldn’t admit thatshe wanted the purple tiger. There were greasy carnies that leaned heavilyagainst bar stools that had the leather casing stripped off. They shoutedthings at people walking by- step rightup, if you have what it takes! Think you can win the big prize? Why don’t youtest your luck! Hey shorty, want to test yer’ strength?

Becahad glared at the last guy and he shut right up.

Jessestuck the tip of his tongue out in concentration as he cocked his head andclosed one eye completely. He tossed another ping pong ball and it bouncedright off the water filled milk jugs with a clank. Beca cringed and Emily letout a heavy sigh.

“Toobad, Kid.” The Carney sneered, palming the little white ball. “That was yourlast shot.”

Hefrowned at the swimming fish that tapped against the jars and dug in his jeanspockets for another five dollars. Beca wanted to stop him, maybe tell him thatthese things were rigged and if Emily really wanted a fish this bad, she couldgo to the superstore in the center of town and get a 25-cent goldfish.

“Giveme three more balls.”

“I’mnot even sure if you have two.”

“Whatdid you say?”

Becagrasped at his flannel and kept him from hopping over the counter as Emily letout a small grunt in response, pushing the boy away from the small little boothand the grinning high school dropout. “Alright, buddy, think you’ve had enoughof that game.” Emily said, “Not that important.”

“Yeah,dude, I don’t think Em can take care of a fish anyway. You remember hercactus?”

Emilytook a moment to look offended. “Excuse me, I took very good care of Oscar.”

Jessesnorted and let the tension fall away from his body. They had pushed him farenough away from the stupid little game that he seemed to move onto somethingelse, like the intoxicating scent of carnival food and the set of parents bythe picnic table that struggled to wipe the dripping chocolate from theirchildren’s chin. It was too late to have them out like this, but Beca couldn’thelp and warm at the twinkle in their eyes.

“Yeah,until you overwatered it.”

“he looked thirsty.”

Becatuned the rest of the argument between her friends out and shoved her handsinto her pockets. Her fingers were cold and felt almost numb. She could neverwarm them. The colors of the Ferris Wheel reflected across the food cars andthe metal casing on the boat ride. It went up and down and the metal screeched,probably cold itself.

Shesquinted against the edge of tents, through the screaming kids and exhaustedparents. There was a tent, something small compared to the others. Somethingdarker. It was a deep violet instead of the standard pinstriped red and white. Itsflaps were closed, zipped even, and a neon light up sign of a crystal ball wasbuzzing like incessant mosquitos hovering against stagnant water. Find your one true love. It read in alurid green.

“Ohno, we’ve lost her.”

“I’mjust happy we got this far.”

Becablinked a few times and glared at her friends. They were both stocky andawkward. Jesse’s features were shaded in a deep blue and red each time a newlight cycle moved across the Ferris Wheel, and Emily still peered over at thelittle goldfish that swan in glass jars, turning her attention to Beca.

“No-I just… That place looks interesting.” She lifted her chin towards the littlepurple tent.

“Theone thing that doesn’t have a line?” Jesse said.

“No,no, I like that about it. I think we should check it out. You go get us funnelcake.”

Jessesputtered out something for a few seconds before his own hunger got the best ofhim. The scent of freshly fried dough had won his inner battle and he salutedat Emily before trudging off to stand at the end of a long line. Beca bit hertongue and decided against asking for a diet lemonade. Emily pulled her closeand Beca let out a small grunt. “Let’s go get our palms read, shall we?”

Becawas beginning to regret even making the suggestion as they wandered closer tothe violet tent. And Jesse did make a point, it was the only place in this whole entire carnival that didn’t’ havea line, or even a single soul waiting to see what was behind the sheet offabric. She dragged her feet in the dirt and stilled herself as they stood infront of the opening.

“Youfirst, dude.”

“Noway,” Emily whispered back harshly “This was your idea. Not like they’re goingto tell you that you’re going to die or anything.”

“Ididn’t think they were going to until just now.” Beca bit back, but she steppedinside of the dark tent regardless. She was overtaken immediately by the scentof roses, a dark coolness combating the mid-summer heat. It wasn’t like the othertents. There were only two lights, one hanging from the very center as it swungback and forth, the other situated against the fabric of a table. Beca wasexpecting to see a crystal ball or something. Not just a fold out surface witha patterned cloth over it. The place was empty.

“Oh,they’re not home.” Beca mumbled, “It’s not meant to be.”

Shefelt Emily dig her elbow into her ribs and it kept her from taking a stepbackward. She breathed in another heaping of flowery air before letting hershoulders drop as she glanced towards the table. “Hello?”

Afew beats of silence. “Okay, maybe you’re right. This place seems empty. Nowonder there wasn’t a line-“

“Peopletend not to appreciate my services.”

Becalet out a gasp, while Emily stifled her own screech of fear by pushing herfingers against her lips and stumbling into the center of the room that thetent harvested. Beca instinctively shot her hand out in front of Emily,stiffening her own stance as she took in the stranger.

Hereyes were limey green, illuminated in the lantern that sat on the table, herhair such a jet black that it nearly blended in with the surroundings. She wasdressed casually, as casually as a circus-like this would allow. The womanreminded Beca of a cat, her stare close to half moons as she forced a toothysmile. Her canines were pointed, and it gave Beca chills.

“I’mScarlet, I’m a seer.”

“Oh,”Emily cautiously let her shoulders relax “I’m Emily, and this is Beca. But I’msure you already knew that.”

Scarletchuckled and the sound made her seem less intimidating. It released the tensionin the air “That’s not quite how it works. It’s nice to meet the both of you.Please, sit.”

Becagave Emily an apprehensive look before the three of them settled around thesmall rounded table. That floral scent was ever encompassing now, but it wassoothing. She was sitting up straight in the uncomfortable chairs, none of themmatching the surface in front of them. She sat in one that had peeling yellowpaint, letting her hands rest in front of her.

“You’renot very open to this, are you, Beca?”

Shewondered if it was her stance, or maybe the way her eyes were darkened thesecond they made contact with scarlets. Either way, her skin buzzed with theheat of the carnival and she was pretty sure she could smell her own sweat. Thequestion rubbed her the wrong way.

“No,I just don’t know what any of this is.” She adjusted her stance, lessening theharshness of her voice when Emily snapped her eyes towards her. “Sorry, I just-this is kind of insane.”

Scarletchuckled softly, reaching her hand forward and curling her fingers a few timesas if begging for Beca’s own touch. It was what she did, and the older girlrelented as she finally trusted her enough to grasp it. It was cold compared to the sticky air.

“I’mnot going to tell you you’re going to die or anything, it doesn’t work likethat. I won’t tell you anything you’re not ready to hear.”

Emilynudged her shoulder. “That’s reassuring, right Bec’s?”

Shewouldn’t quite use reassuring as the word. Comforting, maybe, but not enough toquell the uneasy feeling in her stomach. Still, she saw the way the pretty youngwoman flexed her fingers, waiting for Beca to grasp it. She breathed in the incense and finally did.

Thewoman tensed up in a way that made Beca’s stomach drop even more than it had inthe first place. Scarlet’s touch reminded her of the way her doctor used to wrapthat rubber band around her upper arm and tap a vein. It would pinch againsther skin and the painted black nails of the seer did the exact same.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Becacast a paled look at Emily who simply shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile.Maybe this was apart of the theatrics. The reason people tended not to visit a psychicin the middle of a fun fair. Her grasp tightened a little more before shescooted closer to the table, her face contorted into a frown.

“What?What is it?” Emily burst at the seams.

“There’ssomeone in your future. Someone dark and powerful.”

“Like…a businesswoman?” Beca asked carefully.

“Likea queen.”

Shecouldn’t’ help the scoff that moved past her lips. This was the 80’s. As far asshe was concerned, the closest queen was hundreds of miles and an ocean away. Certainly,nowhere near her future. This was a load of chalked up stories, notecards that Scarletprobably kept taped under the table, hidden by a sequin table cloth.

“Beca,listen to me.” Her eyes were suddenly open, emerald and sparkling. She had pulledthe girl closer and the wicked smile on her face was wiped away. She could smellthe pungent odor of her breath, feel it on her cool cheek. “This is no joke. Whenyou meet this woman- you mustn’t let her take control of your soul. Not the onepart of light that you have left. No matter how captivating, how innocent she mayappear- do not let her in. It could destroy us all!”

“Oookay,”She drew out the word after a long round of silence. She took her hands back inthe gentlest way possible, as not to offend the woman. “Thank you for that. Whatever that was. But we should be going. I’m sure our friend is worriedabout us”

Becadidn’t wait for Emily to get her reading, because the open tent was suddenlyfeeling very claustrophobic. Instead, she let the chair scrape against theloose dirt, scrambling for the flap in place of the door. Emily digging throughher bag for some type of compensation before she burst into the open space ofthe fair.

Itwas dark.

TheFerris Wheel had stopped turning, it’s lights shut off completely, loomingstructure shaking as the wind howled, cold and unforgiving. The stands had shutoff their own lights, the scent of greasy food still there, but barely. Litterfloated around in the breeze and the music had given way to crickets and bullfrogs singing their symphony.

“Beca,I am so sorr-“Emily ran straight into her, the air knocking from her lungs asshe cut off her own speech. “What the hell? I swear we weren’t I there for morethan a few minutes.”

Sheglanced around, the moonlight stark and jarring compared to how lively it was oncewas a few moments ago. She stiffened herself. “We should get back to the car. LetJesse know that we made it home.”

Emilyswallowed dryly but quickly agreed as she shoved her hands in her pockets. Becawas careful not to step in any trash, forgotten paper plates, and Styrofoam cups.It gave her some type of odd comfort- knowing that there was, in fact, some lifehere before. Emily walked closer than before but Beca didn’t’ mind. Not whenthe world felt like this: Empty and desolate.

“Whatshe said back there… I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun.”

“Aboutan evil queen popping up in my life? Please, Em, that was fun. You don’t reallybelieve that stuff, do you?”

“Well,you’ve got to admit, the world is too black and white to not have a little grayaround the edges.”

Becascoffed for what seemed to be the second time tonight, maybe even the third.Emily had that childlike wonder in her eyes, even as they walked to the dirtpacked parking lot. Her crimson red firebird was the only thing in the stretchof land. They both drew in simultaneous breaths.

“Whatare you two doing out here?”

Emilystiffened and Beca tightened her grasp around her keys, not turning around, notyet. That voice was a dark and low purr. Something that made her blood flickerwith ice and it wasn’t just the roaching cold. Soft but something completely incontrol.

Shewas short compared to Emily, but everyone was. Her shoulders drawn back and acrew shirt hugging her into the darkness. The girl’s eyes were a crisp bluelike freshly frozen over ice. Waves that broke apart the sheets and created anelectric current. She had a smile that was close to demon-like, even in the hissinglight of the above lamp post. Beca didn’t’ even realize it was buzzing untilnow. Like the second stage of a plague. She had a toothpick shoved between herlips.

“Sorry,we uh- we were caught up in that psychic tent over there.” Beca made a generalmotion towards where they had just come from. “We didn’t’ realize how late itwas. We’re leaving now, though.”

“Yeah?Madame Scarlet right?” The strangers’ voice became somewhat comical as she wavedher hands in the air and scrunched her face up. “First time I met her she saidI would get a dog, well- find one on the railroad tracks.”

“Didyou ever?” Emily asked, piping up. “Find a dog, I mean.”

“No,I’m afraid not. Shockingly enough, I don’t wander around tracks in towns I don’tknow.” She smiled broadly at that, working her hand through locks of fire-filledcurls. It looked almost effortless. The girl moved the toothpick from hermouth. “Anyway, you two be safe. Don’t cheat on Scarlet with any other psychic’salright?”

“Nopromises,” Beca found herself saying, running her thumb against the edge of herkey, but loosening her grip. The girl raked her electric blues up and down herbody, taking in the chills that wracked her body, but she could easily blamethat on the cold. “have a good night.”

“Youtoo.” She placed the toothpick back between her lips, narrowing her eyes beforeturning on her heels and walking back towards the direction she came. Becawatched her every move before she cleared her throat and turned towards her car.

“Whatthe hell was that?”

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Emily Junk #Jesse Swanson #carnival au #bechloe fic rec #bechloe au #bechloe fanfiction #Pitch Perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction

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⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ (am i too late)

stars for our headcanons meme + @quaintquandary

Won’t be doing ALL 12, but going to clip for the ones I did do!

BEER PONG - CHERYL BLOSSOM

Let it come down to a game, then, the party still raging, regardless of the fear that trembled within Cheryl Blossom. The warpath she tried to blaze almost a little funny given the drunken company, most of which weren’t in this for the drama, and thus waved it off, despite the fact that she’d asked several of her paramours to retrieve her camera from them. But that was the thing about being the drug dealer to a bunch of college boys, they never quite wanted to piss her off. That and the knife that she kept hidden within her back pocket, but they knew better than to speak of that. All the same, she was left challenged, instead, to a game of beer pong - the winner getting one wish, with Cheryl’s intent clear as day.

Her laugher was loud, clearly loving every moment, even the ones in which she lost and had to take her drinks, her cups refilled without a bat from her. But unfortunately for the other girl, her aim was far better despite what she put down, wanting to make it clear that she had no intention of giving up her camera, which hung in defiance around her neck by it’s strap. Balls left bouncing against the temporary table that they’d set up just for this, ping-pong balls ready by the dozens. Ignoring the world around them as she bounced yet another into the other’s cup, cheering, as she brought down the redhead’s house of cards.

“It’s okay. Maybe next time, huh?” was the only condolence that she dared to offer, fingers slipping along the lens, with a near loving gesture, a shrug affecting her shoulders in the temporary now. “Honestly, you were a good competitor. You tried. So bravo, Blossom, you showed commitment to the cause. But hey, let me make sure you at least find a ride home? That’ll be my wish.” because even if the girl had shown her nothing but insults and flashed cash in her way, as if she were so easily bought and sold, it didn’t mean that she deserved anything bad happening to her just because of a night out with drinks and bad company. Already on her phone, eyes on her for a moment, figuring that she could afford the fare for cab once sized up, chattering into the phone and making sure that there’d be one here, soon, ready to help her into it once it arrived.

STARVING - DAMON SALVATORE

There was rarely a chance within which she and Damon Salvatore were ever found alone together. Something about his presence left her feeling uneasy, and it had nothing to do with the ugliness that he allowed to pour from his mouth in a vitriolic state of mind. Instead it was the heaviness within which he sunk into while attempting to forego what truth lay in front of him. Even now, at this party, it felt weird to see him, as she downed another cup of liquor, moving outside to smoke a j on her own. Feeling the pinch of the filter between her fingers, her way of getting away from the noise for just a little bit, having felt she deserved a little distance between the music and the peace outside. Some boujee party at a house of someone she didn’t know, but who cared, as long as it was a good time?

But there he was, following after her. The look he gave her made her stop cold, not quite sure what to make of the look on his face; something remiss, something colder than the chill she usually got around the boy who had a comeback for just about everything and an anger that she could never quite pinpoint, but she’d always came from a privileged white boy’s stance on living. “What?” her voice coiling with mild disgust whenever she was made uncomfortable, trying to place an audible barrier between them even as the high lifted up within her veins, not expecting him to take another step forwards, the words, “Starving,” coming from his lips.

The pain was sudden and her hand moved to stop him, but remained frozen. A sudden dizziness overcoming her as she felt everything grow a little weaker, a little heavier, a sudden sweep of exhaustion making her want to slip. Did they really drink too much? “No hickey.” her voice sounded like a slur, a sound far removed from herself, as if she were drugged, other than the ones that she ingested herself with a willingness. A sleepiness that she couldn’t explain, trying to speak past a thickened tongue, “I’m too tired for this shit.” like that’d ever work, though he seemed to let her go with a strange light to him, as he laughed at her and said she was a mess, her hand able to move, now, snapping to the railing to keep herself standing, scowling at him as she pressed the joint to her lips and found that it wasn’t there any longer, surprised and confused, left blinking, blankly, on her own.

PHOTOGRAPHY LESSONS - JB JONES

She came around often, even though it felt as if there were hardly any answers that she was willing to give her. The persistence that she displayed admirable at least, dark eyes flickering her way with amusement for a moment before settling back on her camera, where she was in the middle of sorting through the latest shots that she’d taken on a computer within the lab in the school. Another perk of a school with funding, Toni felt as if there was just so much more she could do with her work, clicking her way through shots, selectively cutting her way through them with a ruthlessness that one wouldn’t have expected from someone who otherwise faced so many things in her life with a certain laissez faire attitude.

JB hanging around in the seat next to her, as if trying to discern the mystery within her shots, laughing softly, as she flipping to a few. “Here’s your brother.” figuring he was outwards enough by now with his association with the Serpents, hanging around them, his jacket on, for her to know without the air of secrecy hanging around it. The shot showcased him, his face alight and filled with that strange passion, his beanie slightly askew, his fingers pointed as if in the middle of an argument. Head tilting, she’d save that one, clicking onto the next one, and then the next. Her subjects typically Southside residents, within the good, the bad, the ugly of their day to day, including drug deals, addicts, the worst that came out of what they experienced.

“See anything cool yet?” feeling that quiet grow between them, the intensity of the smaller girl unnerving her, somewhat. Glancing her way with a halfway stare, she was so much like her mother and she wondered if she even realized it. Adjusting the camera that sat, plugged in, at the side. “… do you think you might ever wanna come along when I’m doing my shots? You might like it. Get to know your neighbourhood a little better. I know your dad kept you away from it forever but… I figure you’re old enough now to see it for yourself to come to your own conclusions.”

#( ask ) &&. one for the road #( replies ) &&. sky is tumbling #( cheryl blossom ) &&. my favorite part #[ damon salvatore: i know why you're mad at me / i've got demon eyes / and they're looking right through your anatomy ]#( jb jones ) &&. another brick in the wall #quaintquandary

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Survivor’s Guilt

I felt like a ghost in those PICU corridors. A heavy, grey sheet, draped over me and stuck to my skin. I moved slower under my drape. My skin smelled of hospital sanitizers and my clothes were tinged with the faint stink of reheated food that wafted out of the microwave and filled the patient kitchen. I would wake up with alcohol patches stuck to me from late night IV pricks; little patches of my skin dried and flaked in tiny 2 by 2 squares. I woke up with dark circles under my eyes from the weight of my sheet hanging over my head day in and day out, my neck sore and bent from always hanging towards the ground. My hair broke off in hunks from being pulled back all the time, too dirty to leave down because I spent my nights curled up in a hospital bed worrying about pulling on drains and cords, barely sleeping between hourly rounds. I spent long nights hanging onto Theo’s flailing arms while IV’s were placed at all hours and he screamed in confusion and fear. I spent nights where his pressures spiked and he slept quietly, but I sat wide eyed- never even blinking as if my exhausted gaze would keep the cranial pressures in his brain steady and all would be okay until morning. In those moments, my sheet pulled and contorted around my throat. It bunched at my chest and sat heavy on top of me. It drenched itself in my sorrow and became too heavy for my arms to lift it. My shoulders slumped and my back ached under the weight. Every doctor and nurse who spoke with me had the same look on their face. It was empathetic but it was familiar. They had seen these ghosts before. Some shed their sheets and dusted off their hearts, leaving their heartaches in that place when they faded out. Some chained on their shackles, threw away the key, and carried the weight of those rooms with them forever when they left. And their looks were uncertain which ghost I would be in the end.

One afternoon in particular has hung around like one last forget-me-not. I was desperate for a cup of coffee. I was disoriented and my mind was ping ponging around off of every possible outcome of our situation. It was draining. Theo had been sedated for the past 24 hours and we finally decided it was okay to leave the room for 5 minutes to get coffee in the Starbucks down in the lobby. As we left the room, Karl asked me which direction to go and the only thing I could do was snap at him. I had no idea. I didn’t know what was up or down in my own head, let alone how to navigate the hospital. At the exact moment that my temper tantrum erupted, another dad turned the corner and softly asked me “where are you going?” I explained our deep yearning for coffee and if anyone understood, it was him. “It’s this way,” he told us. “You’ll figure it out quick”. He walked us to the elevator and in our travels, asked us why we were there. “A brain bleed,” I told him. “Us too,” he said. He went on to tell us that his daughter had suffered a motor vehicle accident with his wife.

I asked him what her name was so that I could pray for her and I will never forget how he turned to me and looked slightly down to meet my gaze. He was tall, over six feet, with glasses, and curly brown hair tucked beneath a ball cap. He shifted his body towards mine. His hands in his pockets, his whole chest turned to me and relaxed, exhaling. It seemed like a relief to say her name. Quietly responded “Danica”.

His wife walked away from their crash with scratches and his daughter, Danica, 9, had a trauma inflicted bleed in her brain. She would not wake up. While I wanted to wallow in my own self-pity and curl into my ghostly sheet, away from the world where I could be angry and heavy and cold, I knew that my son would wake from his sleep as soon as he was able to breathe on his own and sedation was turned off.

When I tell you, I have thought about Danica every day, I mean every. single. day. since we left that hospital. She is one of the first things I remember when I wake up. When my heart feels heavy over the hurdles we’ve faced, and at times continue to, I frequently wonder where Danica is. When we returned to Children’s Hospital in May for surgery, we spent a few days in the PICU. We were in a different hallway than our initial stay in March, but I looked every day for Danica’s parents in that far hall, hoping for good news and a road to recovery. I didn’t see them. I didn’t want to know why. I stood beneath the door jamb one night, staring into the long, quiet walkways and I remember whispering over the phone “they’re gone because it was really good, or they’re gone because it was really bad”. I didn’t have any heart to ask, because I was struggling already with the survivor’s guilt of knowing how fortunate we were in comparison. To this day, Danica is a small piece of my daily life, and I’ve never even seen a photo of her. I share pieces of a broken heart with her parents, a sort of melancholy puzzle of emotions that every parent seemed to take part in at Children’s.

I know it’s been heavy. Whatever you may be tangled in or struggling with today, take the time to pull off your sheet. Breathe a little and let it go. It’s been raw.

Xx Fodsquad

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Dance with me - Bucky Barnes

Title: Dance with me

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is really pissed with Bucky, for letting her worry about him.

Words: 1’385

Warnings: None. Cuteness

Genere: Fluffy

A/N: Have you seen Dirty dancing? Well, my version of the best scene ever (this scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pouIFiaIig). I just had the idea for this and kinda whipped it up. I’m not sure if I like it, but here you go. (song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEu8DrO9PbY)

- Katie xx

(Y/N) - your first name

Your name: What is this?

My Masterlist

°°°

(Y/N) couldn't sleep because she was worried. She stood in front of the window and pulled the blanket closer around her. She was waiting for Bucky to come back from his mission. The Quinjet with him and Steve on it should have already been back yesterday, and they hadn't made contact in over three days. That was unusual; they would usually report it if they were late. And she couldn't help but think that something might have happened to them.

She shifted her weight from her left to her right foot while taking a sip out of her cup. The Avengers base was always cold at night, and she regretted not wearing her long Pj's and socks. She would only stay in the living room until the jet appeared above the hangar bay, and then she would go to bed. At least, that was what she told herself. Pretending that she wouldn't be running down there to hug him and see if he was injured, but she wasn't sure if that was going to work out. Because (Y/N) was in love with Bucky. How couldn't she be? James Buchanan Barnes was perfect. He was charming, kind, and funny. And just one look from those damn blue eyes and her knees felt weak.

She wasn't sure how he felt, but she thought he might like her too. He flirted with her but never made a move on her. But he always seemed to be around her.

She glanced at the clock on the wall, reading 4:03 am. In about thirty minutes, Sam would start getting ready for his morning run. Usually, he would go with Steve and Bucky, but they weren't here.

"(Y/N)?" someone suddenly asked behind her.

She would have known that low voice every time. Shocked, she turned around, nearly dropping the mug.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" she gasped.

And there he was, a bruise on his cheek and a slight cut above his eyebrow. Nevertheless, he looked handsome. The small lamp (Y/N) had turned on dipped him into golden light. His hair was messy, and his eyes sleepy. Yet still too beautiful for him to be a real human being.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went for a glass of water. Why are you up? You love sleeping," he mumbled, stepping closer, a soft smile on his lips.

What did he mean by couldn't sleep?

Has he already been back all along? He must have come back and not informed her. She wasn't sure if she should be annoyed or embarrassed.

"I was waiting for you," she said loudly.

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed, but she ignored his confused look and put the mug down with more force than necessary. It nearly swapped over.

"What do you mean? I was in bed. The mission was exhausting; we ran into some trouble. Slept since I came back this afternoon," he mentioned casually.

He had to be kidding. Since this afternoon and he couldn't even tell her he was okay? She ripped her blanket off her shoulder, suddenly feeling too warm for it.

"Well, I am glad you slept well while I was waiting worried sick here. Try telling me next time that you are back and alive, so I don't have to freeze my butt off waiting here for you," she snarled.

She had stepped towards him and shoved the blanket in his hand. Bucky just stood there with big confused eyes and mouth agape.

She held his look and waited for a response. He didn't say a single word. With another angry noise, she walked away from him out of the room. If he couldn't even apologise, she would just leave.

Bucky was stunned by what just had happened. She had worried about him. Did that mean she cared? He couldn't believe she actually did. To say Bucky was hopelessly in love with (Y/N) since the day he had laid eyes on her was an understatement. She was gorgeous inside out. He never actually made a move on her. He only cryptically flirted with her. And now he made her angry. Did he just blow his chance with her? With a sigh, he turned around, laid the blanket on the sofa, and hurried behind her.

"Crap," he muttered under his breath.

°°°

He found her sitting on her bed in her room, listening to a record he didn't know. She was staring at him as he entered but didn't move a muscle. Bucky leaned against the door frame with crossed arms, watching her. He could have sighed out loud at how pretty she looked. With her messy hair, black satin PJ shorts, and tank-top. Her face was angry, but she still made his legs feel weak. Bucky didn't understand how she never noticed. Never before had she seemed to see how she took his breath away every time she smiled at him. Or how he tried to stand a little taller and look buffer as soon as she entered the room. Bucky wanted her bad. In every way. But now, she just looked at him with angry eyes. And he knew she waited for him to apologise.

"You're angry," he mumbled.

(Y/N) had raised her eyebrows. This was the most obvious thing he could have said. But he didn't add anything else. He was testing the waters at how pissed she would be.

"Of course, I am angry. I was waiting. Worrying. Do you know how that feels? You were supposed to be back days ago, and you didn't call me," she complained.

Bucky smiled softly. He couldn't refrain from it. He shouldn't be looking at her like this when she looked like she was about to punch him. But it was flattering, her being worried about him. He never had that before.

"Believe me, Doll. I do know," he mumbled.

It was nearly funny how she never noticed how much he cared about her. He was terrified as soon as she took part in a mission. It killed him to see her go. Steve even let Bucky tag along when she had missions after the team told him how annoying Bucky was acting every time she was out there.

(Y/N)' s mouth made a slight O shape when she seemed to realise what he meant. She wasn't sure what to say either — scared that she would anger him. She didn't want that look to disappear on his face. That smile. That beautiful smile

"I didn't think to call. I promise I will next time," he added.

There was silence between them; both of them seemed to be at a loss for words. Bucky felt tired of this ping pong between them. Tired of her not knowing what he felt. Wasn't it obvious? Bucky stepped out of the doorframe, closer to her. He just wanted to be close to her.

"Dance with me," Bucky then asked her.

(Y/N) shook her head confused, and stared at his outstretched hand. She didn't expect this.

"What? Why?" she stuttered.

She suddenly turned nervous. Her body felt hot and cold at the same time. And maybe it was Buckys bright smile, or those eyes that she could get lost in, or even the softness in his tone. But she slowly took his hand and let him dance with her. Because Bucky had her under his spell, she couldn't have said no even if she wanted to.

He pulled her close to him. (Y/N)'s heartbeat skipped a beat only to then pick up its speed. She had never been this close to Bucky, but it felt like she belonged there. Her hand fit into his like they were meant to hold each other. Her cheek rested on his chest as they slowly moved along to the soft tune of the song. Bucky could smell her sweet scent and feel her hair tickle his cheek, and he had never been happier. It didn't matter that he just woke up from a nightmare. Not when he had her to hold.

"(Y/N)?" He whispered.

She made a slight noise indicating she heard him.

"I think I am in love with you," he mumbled into her hair.

She didn't move for a bit, and he was scared she didn't hear his voice. But then she leaned back and looked at him. Her eyes were brighter than the stars, and her smile could have lightened up the whole world.

"Well, James, I think I love you too," she responded quietly.

And then she got on her tippy toes and kissed him. Bucky felt like his world exploded.

The kiss was soft at the beginning, but then her hands gripped his locks, and Bucky suddenly couldn't hold back anymore. He kissed her harder and walked them backwards until her legs hit the foot of the bed. He interrupted the kiss and looked at her, questioning. Because Bucky knew where he wanted this to go, he knew he wanted to spend the whole night with her. He wanted to show her how he felt. But did she? (Y/N) just took his hand, gave him a wicked smile, and pulled him down on her bed.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #wintersoilder #marvel #avengers #marvel imagine #mcu #dirty danincing #katies writings #statierogers #dance with me #bucky barnes #cry to me

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Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Season 2 Song Starters

SUPER long post and some a lot of these are nsfw. Feel free to change pronouns/names/do whatever.

Theme Song

I’m just a girl in love.

I can’t be held responsible for my actions.

I have no underlying issues to address.

They say love makes you crazy.

Love Kernels

I can live for days off a single “you really listen to me.”

I’m like a sexy fashion cactus.

But how do I know he loves me?

I guess the only way to prove it is through abstract symbolism.

He gives me love kernels.

If you read between the lines he’s saying “I love you.”

I’m the most important person in his life, next to his friend.

God, I’m thirsty after all that popcorn.

Whatever you got, baby, I’ll take it, baby.

Your house smells like lemon.

I’ll take it.

It’s a stretch but I’ll take that too.

______ is now played by a broom on a stand.

We’ll do our best with what we have.

We Should Definitely Not Have Sex Right Now

We should definitely not have sex right now.

I need time to reflect.

I’m in a really weird place.

There’s no reason to have sex again. But I’ll be ready to go again in ten.

Maybe This Dream

When I was a little girl, I felt like a princess.

I thought my dreams would come true, but then as I grew, the world was all like, "Nope.”

Maybe this dream won’t end in disgrace.

Maybe this dream is in reach.

Maybe this dream won’t be like my vibrator, breaking when I need it most.

Maybe this dream will finally me feel like I deserve a dream.

Greg’s Drinking Song

There’s joy and there’s glory more than you can think.

Yes, this is what happens to me when I drink.

I pee my pants!

Wow, I did not know it was that bad.

Chase down the regret with some gin for good luck.

I puke on my cat.

Poor little ____ did not expect that.

What happens when, I try to have one it just turns into ten.

That wasn’t a woman?

No, it was a bush.

So that’s where that scar comes from!

But he’s breaking his cycle and making a push!

He’s quitting his drinking.

I Could If I Wanted To (Reprise)

Whoop de frickin’ do.

My best friend is sleeping with my ex behind my back.

Who cares? I don’t.

But I could if I wanted---

Ping Pong Girl

Sports!

I could tell she’s the most perfect girl who’s ever existed.

Oh man, look at her pong that ping.

She does it for herself and that puts my fears to rest.

BRO!

She’s so aloof it borders on cold. And that’s what makes me want her.

Nothing’s hotter than a chick who’s good at sports.

She scored a thousand points!

I think I love her.

Ping pong shows she has control of her body, but it doesn’t threaten my masculinity like basketball or hockey.

She’s like Serena or Venus

She’s so indifferent. It makes me want a tangible commitment.

The Math of Love Triangles

What’s a girl to do when she’s stuck between men?

I wasn’t really listening

The center of the triangle is little ol’ me!

So I need to decide which man’s more acute.

Those are good puns, but please pay attention.

We’re starting to suspect you don’t sincerely want to know about triangles.

Is this a triangle?

No that’s a shoe.

No that’s you.

So I’m a triangle?

What? No!

Ooh, are you erect?

That’s really erect!

We’re tired of all your tangents.

You all deserve a kiss.

Lady, we’re all gay. We get nothing out of this.

It Was a Shit Show

I love you, yes.

The thought of staying is so enticing.

Then stay.

When you speak, my knees get weak.

I can’t believe what I’m sacrificing.

But let’s get real. We know the deal.

Darling, let’s not tiptoe.

This thing we had was not just bad. It was a shitshow.

We can’t undo, can’t make amends.

Disfunction is our lingua franca.

We can’t unscrew each other’s friends.

There’s hard to get, then there’s neglect.

To say it’s fate, you’d have to be a bit slow.

Not to be crass, but this sucked ass.

This was a shitshow.

We have chemistry, of course. But that’s a formula for divorce.

Oh what the hell, let’s get a hotel.

Life is short, and we’re not getting any younger.

But after sex what happens next...I mean, in the long run. Not just fatigue and hunger...

And when you say that I should stay, that’s exactly when I should split, though.

Though I won’t forget, I won’t regret.

Though I won’t forget, I won’t regret this beautiful, heart-stopping, breathtaking, life-changing…..

We Tapped That Ass

We tapped that ass all over this house.

Sometimes him. Sometimes me. Though never simultaneously.

But one of us was hitting it, usually.

That bed is really uncomfortable!

Right? It’s like a prison cot!

What? Too cheeky?

A little to the left/right

Wait! No, you’re doing it wrong. I’ll do it myself!

Barkeep! What’s on tap?

How much more tapping could one ass endure?

Thought Bubbles

Well, I don’t mind being alone.

I’m not afraid of what enters my mind when I’m so low.

I’m perfectly capable of taking of advantage of this time.

No, I don’t mind being alone with my thoughts.

That’s a bad thought!

I don’t like that thought!

What happens if I go to hell?

Chill out.

If I can’t hit the gym how will I ever be a good father?

Friendtopia

When my friends and I stick together there’s nothing we can’t do.

I specifically mean we’re going to stage a coup.

Squad goals!

A dystopia around our friendship

There’s a really exclusive sushi place that never lets us in.

Let’s just go home and drink rose.

I put drugs in the water supply.

Aww, I love Hocus Pocus.

Zig-a-zow!

Stuck in the Bathroom

Get me out of here!

Tonight was already super weird and now [you’re/she’s/he’s] stuck in the bathroom.

I have a deceptive amount of muscular strength thanks to my amazing core.

Her little bird arms aren’t going to do anything!

Whoever renovated this house did a terrible job!

I can’t believe it took us that long to come up with the most obvious solution.

Research Me Obsessively

Hey, what are you doing for the next, like, thirteen hours?

Don't do anything healthy. Don't be productive. Give in to your desire.

Find out everything you can about me

You Go First

We used to be there for each other, every second

I really wanna tell you that I'm sorry!

I really wanna tell you that I am the worst!

I just want to say I miss you every day!

This is almost entirely all my fault here. But you gotta admit it's just a tiny bit your fault too.

Sometimes you can be really passive aggressive!

Sometimes you can be really self-involved.

Go ahead and say you're kind of sorry! So I can say "Oh, no, no, no, please!” Just like I rehearsed!

If you open the door, I'll apologize so much more.

[But] You go first!

So Maternal

Parenting ain’t harrowing, demanding or traumatic!

Step aside ladies, give your babies to a Carol Brady level matriarch.

Low expectations - Raise ‘em up!

You know, I guess I just instinctively get how to be a mom and that's what sets me apart from other "mothers."

Damn, I’m so maternal!

Duh!

Duh! What was I thinking?

Can’t believe I couldn’t see it all along.

Don’t know what was going through my mind!

I’m just like -- ugh! God, I’m so stupid.

Looking back on old times. Like that one time. And that other time.

It’s so obvious!

Duh!

Who’s the New Guy?

Who's the new guy? I don't trust him

Do we really need a new guy this far into the season? And by "far into the season" I mean it's almost fall.

He's suspiciously good looking. In ways that normal people are not

Is this someone new we're gonna have to grow to care about?

Why should we root for someone male, straight and white?

We’ll Never Have Problems Again

We’ll never have problems again!

It's only smooth, smooth sailing from now on…

We used to have problems but now they're gone.

Do you remember, back when we had problems?

Man, that was annoying.

But now our love has magically solved [our problems].

And there won't be any more [problems] in our future at all!

Fine. I guess I’ll just Soul Train out of here.

The first test failed but that’s ‘cause it wasn’t true love.

They say obsession biologically lasts four years at most but science doesn't apply to us.

Remember That We Suffered

But before you feel too great...remember that we suffered!

But we sing in a minor key to remember that we suffered!

Being happy is selfish!

You have no idea what pain is!

When I say 'we' you say 'suffered'!

Santa Ana Winds

Hello there, it's me.

I make things weird

That's science for "a pain in your asses"

They just got Santa Ana winded!

I'm a prankster. Tee-hee-hee-hee.

I just wanna see what will happen

You're looking really guilty

That kiss was all your fault!

I just reveal your deepest wishes and fears

So it's you, ________. It's not me who is super weird.

You ruined everything.

Let’s Have Intercourse

Unfortunately, I want to have sex with you

I don't know what happened

For some reason, you're now on the top of my to-do list

Let's get this over with so I can focus on other tasks

Just pretend I'm seducing you

Let's quickly have intercourse so I can move on with my life

Once we do it, it'll be like “Well, that's what that was like.”

I mean, obviously you want to, too

Just super quickly have intercourse

Sometimes my body wants things that my mind does not

My body wants things that make my mind go, "Uh, body, what?"

We're animals It's unfortunate.

So come on, let's contortion it!

I won't be back to normal till I see what your nipples look like.

Until we stop wasting time talking 'bout it and we super quickly, it'll only take a second, have intercourse.

Good thing I happen to have an old condom In my wallet

You’re My Best Friend (And I Know I’m Not Yours)

You’re my best friend, and I know I’m not yours.

And that’s okay.

I’m not your best friend.

I’m okay.

Friendship doesn’t have to be a two-way street.

I don’t need a shoulder to cry!

Your best friend is somebody else. But I get it.

I love you like a sister and you love me like a second cousin.

I said it’s okay! Really!

Man Nap

It’s a man nap!

Time to nap like a man!

Life is so tiring when you’re a man.

It’s exhausting being so damn strong.

‘Cause when a man gets older, his testosterone starts getting low.

Tell Me I’m Okay, Patrick

You represent the outside world because you don’t know me.

No pressure, but I seriously need to know.

‘Cause I think I’m fine ______, but I’m only, like, forty-three percent sure.

I’m sorry that I yelled.

Tell me I’m okay.

Period Sex

It’s period sex.

Put down a towel, party till it’s dry.

Are those sheets expensive?

I’ll Venmo you back for your sheets.

I hope you can get those sheets again.

What a Rush to be a Bride

Can you believe you snagged him?

Forever you will have him standing right there by your side.

I’ve been picturing this day since I’ve been a little girl.

Why veer from the classics?

Rebecca’s Reprise

You’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted.

It turns out magic exists.

Everything in the past will just fade away.

I’ll never have problems again.

#⚜ memes ⚜#memes #askbox games #starters #ceg starter #rp starter #rp starters

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quarantine days 6 and 7

Monday, March 23, 2020 and Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Monday… has been a day. MY BASEMENT –my HOME – my QUARANTINE ZONE – was FLOODED!

But before that, I made some ramen in an instant pot since I don’t have a stove here. Put in a lot of spinach and an egg. It actually was pretty good! I wish I’d saved a picture but I didn’t think it looked that photogenic, although I did send snaps of it.

I FaceTime’d M. After a while sitting on the couch I noticed it smelled bad - and of course half the room was flooded! So I tried to clean that up frantically but it just got worse. I felt so pathetic. I was literally sweeping up the water with a tiny broom into a dustpan and dumping it into a bucket. And mopping it up with some sad hand towels and squeezing the hand towels into a bucket to get rid of the nasty ass sewer water. And dumping the bucket of sewer water into the street. It smelled bad. And once I got the room mostly dry it started flooding like crazy all over again! I was literally wearing rainboots, marching around in a giant, room-spanning, 1.5cm-deep puddle. I screamed for my mom and she said to just wait until the rain stopped. So I did. And by the time I came back because it’d stopped raining for a while it was less wet than before, but I still had to clean it up and it smelled. Sad. But it’s taken care of now.

Trust me, the bucket was very, very full at multiple points of the evening. It was sloshing as I was going outside to dump it out.

It also flooded in the bathroom and while I was squeezing out one of the towels, a GIANT SPIDER (maybe? I didn’t count the legs but it was a lot and it was hUge, probably like 3 cm across the whole thing) fell out of the towel so I squished it with the broom. ☹

While I was sadly and pathetically mopping that nasty, smelly, shit water up, I was thinking about how my mom sometimes talks about people whose hands have never done a day of work in their life. I think she was kinda talking about me. We used to live in Long Island but this year we moved out to the city to be closer to my aging grandparents. My sister and I agree that the city is a little tougher. I guess that’s the nature of urban vs. suburban environments. She says my mom misses Long Island and how it’s more comfortable. It’s softer. Our neighbors are a lot of relaxed, church-going, mild-mannered people that my parents trusted enough to tell us to go to their house if we got locked out after coming home. Here, our neighbors are loud and the kids are constantly screaming and are kind of annoying and I don’t think my parents trust them as much. They come back home really late at night and drag the garbage can out and you can hear it really loudly from our window. Also, my parents are pretty sure a bunch of the houses are illegally rented out to way too many people. It’s just different. But my sister and I like living in the city. The convenience just can’t be matched. And Long Island gets kinda boring, especially because you’re so limited if you don’t have a car. That said, the parking here is a lot more annoying. You can only park on one side of the street on Thursdays and Fridays because they’re cleaning it, and it’s a lot harder to find parking near the house. I’ve never had to park my car more than a house away in Long Island, but here it’s pretty common that I’ll have to park on a completely different street, sometimes two streets down on a cross-street.

The point is it was kind of a hard day because I was dealing with all this nasty shit water from like 6pm to 10pm and in between I had to make a work call so I was frantically trying to make everything neat and not act like I’d just been scrunching my nose while standing in literal sewer water and trying to sweep it into a pathetic little dustpan 20 minutes before. But it’s fine. Everything is F I N E!

After the whole fiasco I was going to try to study but I was just so exhausted from all of it that I just took off my pants and sat in my bed with my mom’s robe and watched Superstore. Which is a FIRE show, by the way. (Disclaimer: I’m not getting paid to say this. I’m not getting paid for any of this. I should actually be studying for my 2 midterms right now but whatever.) I’m not gonna lie, I was kinda on the fence in the beginning, but it’s since won me over. The last two episodes of season 3 had me laughing so hard I was actually crying. I’m trying to remember what was so funny and honestly I can’t even remember; I only remember that I hadn’t laughed that hard in a very long time. Another show that I love: Broad City – it’s absolutely hilarious and really smart and quirky and makes me scream laughing. Also, Killing Eve! So good! Let me know if you have any recommendations.

Anyways. Today was more chill. It was actually nice and relatively warm outside and NOT RAINING, so it didn’t flood today. But apparently tomorrow it’s going to flood again. Today I went through a lecture and did a little bit of my thesis. I somehow have not been playing much Switch recently. I think it’s just been weird. I went to the park and saw some cute squirrels and pretty flowers and went on the swings and talked to my sister about the strange, strange world we live in.

For example, Italian mayors have been using creative means of enforcing the quarantine policies. One of them apparently threatened anyone throwing a graduation party that he would send the police… with flamethrowers! Another mayor was straight up in the streets yelling at people for playing ping pong outside and saying, “I’m the mayor! You need to go home and stay home! Go play videogames!”

Apparently they’re using ice rinks in Iceland (I think? If I remember correctly) as morgues. Which is. Very morbid. Also, at my hospital, they’ve set up tents in the parking lot to see more patients.

In sillier news, my friend A also showed me a news article – some people in the UK had a barbecue and refused to disperse, so the police tipped over their barbecue grill to force the barbecue to end. Sad.

I had my first online class today. It was okay, I guess, but the video kept cutting in and out and it was just a little weird. I miss in person class. I also video-called two other friends, G and M, to study together. It was nice to see them.

I’m kind of out of things to say for the moment. It’s nearly 3am. I’ve been going to sleep really late, even when I don’t play videogames. We live in strange times. Here’s a flower picture I took today. Hopefully things calm down soon. I hope all is well with you and your loved ones.

GRATITUDE LOG:

That my bedroom didn’t flood. My mom called someone to hopefully fix the flooding problem, at least slightly. That my work call was easy and quick and not stressful. For FaceTime and the app Houseparty so I can see my friends virtually. For pretty flowers. That I got to watch squirrels and go on the swings with my sister at the park (while still ~social distancing~.) For the doctors, nurses, delivery workers, janitors, food service workers, grocery store employees, and everyone else who is working tirelessly to keep our society afloat. For food and a place to live. My family and friends. My phone and laptop. My mom gave me her robe so I can be warm and comfy down here in the basement because it’s kinda cold.

QUARANTINE BY THE NUMBERS – Monday, March 23, 2020

Time spent outside basement: maybe 2 minutes total to dump sewer water out ;/

Legend of Zelda: approx. 30 min

Worrying about basement flooding: approx. 4 hours

Work phone call: 4 minutes

Toggl-logged time on thesis: 32 minutes

Screen time on phone: 4 hours 18 minutes

QUARANTINE BY THE NUMBERS – Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Time outside basement: approx. 1 hour

Legend of Zelda: 0 minutes (?!!!?)

Screen time on phone: 7 hours 33 min (a lot on FaceTime and Houseparty calling people)

Toggl-logged time studying: 1 hour 41 min

Toggl-logged time on thesis: 38 min

Squirrels spotted: approx. 5 very cute bois

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