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bugheadspoby · 5 years

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Lust and Innocence.

CHAPTER 2- WE TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN.

*I just want to get on with the real plot so if it seems rushed, it probably is and don’t worry I’ll show that little bad encounter in the flasbacks*

"Elizabeth! What happened yesterday?Is there anything me and your father should be worried about?" Alice asked putting her hands on hers. "I-I don't know mom-I-I just thought I got myself into trouble and I ran off" she confessed. "What happened? What kind of trouble?" "I just came across a s-serpent and I-I got scared" she mixed reality and lies and presented a filtered version of the nightmare she went through yesterday. This was one more step closer to the dispersal of her innocence. "Oh honey! The serpents surely are dangerous but they won't do anything to you until you don't interfere or trespass" Her veins sparked as she said the word that started with 'T' and ended with 'S'. She surely trespassed into their territory and whoever that guy was, he really threatened her in a way she choked on her own breath and his intentions were visible in his emerald eyes that were dark and sinful. "Yeah. I-I thought about it and I guess I overreacted a bit" she gathered the courage to blame it on herself and slowly counted the times she lied in a matter of twenty-four hours.

Her busy day kicked off again as she tried to ignore every possible human interaction and led her way from across her friends who wanted to tell her that it wasn't a big deal but somehow they weren't so sure if they can say that. All of the mess she was in was because of them but they weren't the only one on mistake, she was too! and her mistake was that she trusted some people she shouldn't have in the first place. Meanwhile the plans to tarnish her existence got more advanced and dangerous that she could ever think.

"You got something Fogarty?" he asked punching keys into the keyboard, writing a dark prologue of his life before his crowning but in his mind the green eyed, scared, perfectly ponytailed and wrestling with the laws of nobility, the blonde he saw was fixed and for the first time he was unable to remove someone's image from his mind. "We found out about her!" he smirked looking at Jughead who clearly was living in a daydream, smiling more than he ever did before. "Spill!" "Her name is Elizabeth Cooper and she is Hal's daughter with Alice Cooper's best friend Penny" "Penny fuckin Peabody?" his eyes went wide as he heard that name. "That traitor who ran away 20 years ago?" "Y-yes! That P-Penny and she lived with her mother until a few months ago" "Why-what happened?" "Penny died and Hal made her move in with the Coopers" "That was the best decision that blonde bastard could make in his entire life" he laughed. "Now I..have a plan" he picked up a piece of paper and then threw it down on table after writing something on it. "I need you to send this to the oldest living scumbags of this town..Lets just be noble so our prey won't suspect anything" "As you wish boss" he said respectfully. "Not boss Fogarty! Call me King" he said lying back as his eyes turned red and dark with lust and passion of power and authority. "And King wants the finest of the fine"

He completely drowned himself in the lust of power meanwhile there were some people who really cared for her and were going crazy trying to find words to apologize.

"There she comes!" Kevin announced as Veronica and Archie gathered courage to talk to her about what happened yesterday. "Hey Betty! Whats up?" Archie said out loud but she ignored and sat on her usual seat beside Veronica without uttering a word and acted like a complete stranger while V wrestled in her mind to find words. "B" she finally spoke. "Say something ..Please" "I have nothing to say" she spat while Kevin and Archie just looked at both of them, curious of whats coming. "Look..I-I'm sorry and I know it-it was bad-" "Bad? It was the worst V! I-I don't know how many times I had to lie just because I can't tell my parents that I screwed up and blurted my name and other things that shouldn’t have been said out loud because he was too damn dangerous and now probably some biker guy with a jacket and horrifying green eyes is looking at me through a window or something or planning to kidnap me and I can't say or do anything about it!" "Look Betty. I-we know what happened and we're sorry but please talk to us. Don't corner us like this. I promise we'll all help and confess what really happened if things went screwy" Archie said and instantly regretted when he saw Kevin sigh and Betty roll her eyes on Archie’s stupidity. "Just-I don't know give me some space I can't talk right now" she blurted as the class started and everyone stared at the teacher except for the three of them who were head over heels in tension.

She left quietly and on her way home she didn't look up from the ground. She was afraid she might catch a glimpse of him again and that thought sent a shiver down her spine but little did she knew the worst was yet to come.

"Elizabeth honey! I bought you a dress" Alice greeted her with a smile. "Get ready we're leaving in an hour" "Where are we going?" "Oh your father have good connections with the rulers of this town. The Serpents! They invited us all to the crowning ceremony of the new King" "S-serpents? But why us?" "Coopers are one of the oldest living and founding families of Riverdale honey. We are respected as ancestors" "But I-I n-need to go too? C-can't I just pass mom?" she pleaded, trying to conceal the fear in her tone. "Oh no Betty. They especially invited everyone by names and you included" she said with her usual smile but somehow Betty felt a little uneasy with her tone. Her tone was a little tense and queer at the same time that she didn't understand. "O-Ok mom" she responded and then again started fidgeting with her fingers, unable to process how she's gonna step into that territory again. Will he be there? Was he someone important in the gang? Should she be worried about what she said. Unfortunately, all of the questions that sprung in her mind led to 'Yes' and it was a big 'No' for her.

While sitting there on his desk, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground his thoughts collided with one another. Why did a seventeen year old introvert got on his mind like that? He smiled sinfully thinking about the plan he put on board just to get his hands on her innocent self. The tip he threw towards the hungry dog was more than enough that he will get his prey on her knees tonight and he was dying to fulfill his desires. His phone rang and he put his thoughts on hold and hung it on his ears.

"I hope its good news" he started smiling cunningly. "Yes it is! She'll be all yours tonight" a voice came from the other end. "Will we be free then?" "Oh yes! Just like we discussed. You and your family can live in peace after I get her all to myself" The sigh of relief came from the other end and he grinned as his plan of throwing bones worked. "You really made a good deal! Getting rid of what you hate the most and retaining the safety of your family? I must say you are a clever bitch" "Your part of the deal will be delivered to you tonight" she smiled. "It is always a pleasure to deal with the Jones men" "We take care of our own" They both said in unison and the call disconnected with his exaggerated smirk.

That night was a blur as Betty just remembers when he pushed her against the door and held her wrists so tight they turned red and somehow his words were as much dangerous as his stare.

“Stop struggling. You’re making it too difficult for yourself” his beanie hung on his head and rolled sleeves showed that he came prepared then ever, like he knew what was coming and he was ready to trap her but what enraged him even more was when she successfully ran and then he saw his crown in a puddle of blood that bled from his mouth. She didn’t even knew how she got the strength to do that but then she just ran barefooted till she reached a safe place and just fell inside when Veronica opened the door of Pembroke.

“Tell me what happened?” she asked for a millionth time from her but she didn’t have the words to say anything so she just cried while wiping her face with her knuckles that had blood all over them because of the ring she was wearing.

“H-he is the King!” she said and explained to her what she felt when he was crowned in front of her and how her heart skipped a beat she realized she walked into a trap and when he forcefully tried to corner her and also how she managed to run away from his grasp which was nothing but a mistake.

“Oh my God Betty!” Veronica said wiping her tears as she noticed the ring on her finger that was covered in blood. It was the only reason she escaped otherwise the scene would’ve been different. “You did the right thing coming to me” she hugged her tight.

“I-I knew you would be here at Pembroke alone tonight ot-otherwise I didn’t have anywhere else to go” she whispered as she finally drifted off to sleep which she wish would be eternal but it was not meant to be, at least not now.

Meanwhile the grasp of Devil after a slight rejection got even more choking on the deal maker that now bled from her mouth too.

“I promise I didn’t knew she would do that!” she said in a pleading tone.

“I don’t fucking care what you knew! I want her to suffer now and I want it my way” he smacked the table in front of her that shook her existence. “And now all of you will see what happens when someone disobeys the King!”

“I’ll make it up to y-”

“No!” he shouted. “I will do it my way now! and it won’t be good for you Alice Cooper” he said looking into her eyes that sent shivers down her spine and then she realized what kind of mess she’d got herself into.

#Bughead #bughead smut #betty x jughead #betty cooper #dark!jughead #Jugheadjones #southside serpents #serpentking

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newmannprompts · 6 years

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I Can Explain

Prompt: Hermann walks in on Newt about to drift with a kaiju brain. “I can explain!”

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15233352

“I can explain!” Newt said, dropping the pons headset he was about to put on his head.

Hermann leveled his most unimpressed look at him and crossed his arms. “Can you.”

It wasn’t a question.

Newt swallowed nervously. “Okay, so, like, I know it looks like I’m about to drift with a kaiju brain that I cloned because the other two brains we used were fried. Looks, uh, a whole helluva lot like that. But it’s not.”

“No.”

“No, it’s…a thing that…good excuse…”

“Newton, I heard a better excuse from you that time I walked in on you trying to safely mix kaiju blue into a smoothie.”

“As I told you before, Hermann, I wasn’t trying to make a kaiju smoothie, I was trying to test the process of detoxifying the blood for the purpose of environmental cleanup after the kaiju were defeated.”

Hermann nodded. “Yes. Exactly that. Completely ridiculous excuse for a completely ridiculous situation and still better than this one.”

“You’re hallucinating! I’m taking photos for a scientific journal! I’m going to be on the front cover of another magazine! I’m making my costume for Comic-Con! I actually wanted an opportunity to destroy a kaiju brain but first I had to make one! I can’t sleep without the sound of the tank! Do you know how much money Hannibal Chau can get me for this?”

Hermann frowned. “Newton.”

“Hermann.”

“Why in God’s name are you planning on drifting with a kaiju?”

“I’m not…”

“Newton.”

“Hermann,” Newt said again, feeling unbearably childish but refusing to listen to the lecture Hermann was sure to give him one second sooner than he had to. He might deserve this. Maybe. Just a little. But that still didn’t mean he was planning on welcoming it.

“I can out-stubborn you, Newton. You know I can.”

Newt couldn’t help a laugh at that. “You? When have you ever out-stubborned me? Like ever? In your life?”

Hermann’s reply was simple. “Munich. When it mattered. Sydney.”

Newt stilled. He forgot, sometimes, because he had the tendency to double down and refuse to budge at the slightest show of doubt or ridicule while Hermann lacked the capacity to care half as much about the various inanities they disagreed with most of the time. Hermann liked to save his moments of extraness for when it really mattered to him and something told Newt this was one of those times. That didn’t necessarily mean he’d outlast Newt, of course, but it would be an out and out ordeal. Hermann’s patience in these situations was a little frightening.

“Don’t you feel you’re overreacting?” he asked instead.

Hermann raised an eyebrow archly. “I haven’t gone and fetched a grenade launcher to fire at that horrible creature and had you involuntarily undergo a psych evaluation so, if anything, I’m dramatically underreacting.”

Newt rolled his eyes.

“Oh, don’t you dare, Newton! Not after you almost died that first time. Those seizures were horrifying and it took you far too long to fully come back to yourself!”

“Well, yes, there was that,” Newt was forced to admit. “But I really think the problem there was my crap equipment and the fact it was only a tiny piece of a brain and I had never drifted before. It went way better the second time when we were able to drift with a full brain and I had the right stuff to use and some idea of what to expect. You were barely even sick and I was just fine which I think really points to the experience I had by then.”

Hermann uncrossed his arms so that his hands could give a very good impression of wringing Newt’s neck. “That’s the key word, Newton. We. That’s why I went with you! Certainly the higher-quality equipment would have helped though I don’t know whether the difference in the brain did. But you would have just ended up getting yourself killed, or close to it, drifting alone a second time in the same night on your own. We needed to share the neural load.”

Newt peered confusedly at him. “Is that your weird way of asking if we can do another threesome right here? Because, I mean, if so this is the most roundabout way of asking I’ve ever heard and – believe me – I’ve heard some indirect attempts to have a threesome before. Even said some of them myself before I realized how fucking stupid and time-wasting they were. But then, I guess if you were going to ask it would figure you’d do it like this. Make it out to be all my idea so you could yell at me afterwards if things went wrong and maybe even fi they didn’t. And speaking of! What kind of person goes around yelling at someone for doing something they’re about to ask if they can do, too?”

Newt didn’t think he had ever seen Hermann look so horrified before. Not even when he realized that Newt’s kaiju tattoos covered not just his arms but his entire torso or the first time he heard Newt call Pentecost a fascist or when he watched Newt drink that smoothie.

“Newton…I…” Hermann broke off, his face turning a funny purple color. “As if I would ever…why in the actual hell would you…of course I’m not asking to drift with a kaiju brain with you! And I’m yelling at you because you are being a complete imbecile and courting death! Either for yourself or this whole planet!”

Newt rolled his eyes again. “And people say I’m the hyperbolic one.”

“You are,” Hermann said. “Given how badly off you were after that first drift and the fact it will be a cold day in hell before I ever drift with one of those monstrosities again, you dying is hardly an absurd outcome. And inviting a hivemind that has been seeking to destroy all life on this planet off and on since the time of the dinosaurs opens up a very real risk of destruction to this planet!”

Newt blew a raspberry at him.

“Very mature, Newton,” Hermann said, rolling his own eyes. Apparently it was okay when he did it. Which was just typical. “Now stop deflecting. Why are you…no, wait, better question. If you do go through with this drift – which you will be doing over my cold, dead body just so you are aware – how many drifts would that make it? Know that I am expecting an honest answer but that every drift over three I will react appropriately to.”

“ ‘React appropriately to’?” Newt repeated incredulously. “You make it sound like you’re going to…to…punish me like a child or something! Or seek bloody vengeance on me!”

“Well you will find out what I mean depending on what your honest answer is,” Hermann said placidly. “Now how many?”

Newt exhaled loudly. “This is just the third, okay? The first one without you and the second one with and this one…well we’ll see how this goes, won’t we?”

“Thank heaven for small mercies,” Hermann murmured.

“Hermann, can I just point out you’re acting like you just found out I’m a murderer but I only murdered one guy instead of more?”

Hermann considered it and nodded. “You may. It’s a very flawed analogy but perhaps the seriousness of it is comparable.”

Newt couldn’t resist. “No animals were harmed in the making of this kaiju brain.”

Hermann gave a long-suffering sigh. “Now that we know this is only the third time and – only the third time, I say, as though that is a reasonable amount of times to be drifting with a kaiju brain – we can get back to my original question. Why are you drifting with a kaiju brain, Newton?”

“Uh…”

It wasn’t that he didn’t have an answer to that. He totally did. And it was a great answer. But it was hard to put into words and it involved a great deal of impulsiveness and he didn’t think Hermann would approve of that.

He struggled to organize his thoughts. “Well there’s several reasons.”

“Regale me with them.”

Newt ticked them off on his fingers. “Well, to begin with, because its super cool and I can which I’ll acknowledge right now is my weakest reason but it’s also like 80 percent of why I do anything. Then there’s the fact that I am a biologist and kaiju have the weirdest and most unique biology that I’ve ever seen. Like, seriously, do you know how long I’ll need to figure out how kaiju that look nothing alike and have different abilities can have the exact same DNA? And you know one of my degrees is in anthropology! These may not be human societies but the precursors are a unique and fascinating – albeit incredibly dickish and genocidal – society we know nothing about even though they’ve been trying to kill us for well over a decade now and we deserve better than that. It’s going to be totally safe to do – well assuming you’re wrong and I don’t keel over which I’m pretty sure you are – because unlike last time the breach is closed so they can’t send any kaiju personally chasing after me and really what does it matter if I feel their creepy little bug eyes watching me for a bit? They can’t do anything about it and a little creepiness is worth what I’m going to get out of it. And finally, and what even you have to concede is a pretty good reason for doing this, we don’t know if they’ll be able to come back some day. We broke the breach, great, but what if they can fix it? Or open up another one? They probably know all about me by now so that’s no risk as long as I’m not developing new anti-kaiju measures, which I’m not, and there’s still so much I can glean from them! The things I get from them could help me figure out a way to stop them if they come back or-or, I don’t know, appease them so they fuck off and just let us live our lives!”

Hermann watched impassively. “Are you done?”

“What? Am I…yes, I’m done! But what is all that? I just through like thirty excellent reasons for doing this at you!”

“It was five,” Hermann said. “And most of them were terrible reasons.”

“You are so judgmental,” Newt sniffed.

“Newton, don’t make me explain to you how a drift connection goes both ways,” Hermann said. “You are far too brilliant for me to have to do that. Not to mention that you only just stopped complaining when Hannibal Chau did just that.”

“No, I know that,” Newt said, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. “That was part of my epic reasoning, if you were even listening. I know they’ll be able to see things, too, but, like, I’m only one person and they’re an entire hivemind. I drifted twice so they probably already know everything about me and if they don’t there’s not much they absolutely can’t know and the fate of humanity depends on it. Sooner or later they’ll know everything about me and I’ll just keep on soaking up fun facts about them.”

“And what about the ghost drifting?” Hermann prompted.

Newt couldn’t suppress a shiver. He really hadn’t liked the way those eyes had followed him everywhere that night. But fortune favored the brave and what was a little interdimensional stalking compared to everything he stood to gain? “It’ll be fine. They’ll get a little bit of manic rockstar in them and I’ll…I don’t know. Go out and try to join things?”

But Hermann didn’t seem amused. “Maybe at first. But the more you drift the more your drift connection grows and your goals you outlined make it seem that you intend even now for this to be a rather long-term project.’

“Well, I mean, how do you expect to become an expert on a foreign culture in one or two or ten times?”

Hermann looked pained at that. “Newton, I saw the look on your face when Marshall Pentecost told you he needed you to drift again. I’ve never seen you look more afraid or more desperate. It’s half the reason I knew I was going to go with you if I was anywhere near you when you drifted again.”

Newt’s eyes went distant as he recalled exactly what Hermann was talking about. It was perhaps the worst he had ever felt in his life and later that night he had almost been eaten by multiple kaiju. “But the second time went fine. And that was my immediate reaction. I knew what I had to do and I did it.”

“I watched your face,” Hermann continued, his voice softening. “I watched how quickly your emotions changed, from stuttering as you helplessly told him that you couldn’t do it again to the intrigue and almost anticipation when you asked if he had another brain. I didn’t understand it then. I don’t understand it now. But a part of you, even then, even shaking and bleeding and in tears, was looking to drift again.”

Newt looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And he didn’t. He didn’t.

“Newton, what have you gotten from me? After the drift?”

Newt blinked at the unexpected change in subject. “I…you know what.”

“I do. But that isn’t the point.”

“I felt some of your thoughts, more of your emotions. Some of your pain was like a phantom pain. I started organizing things more. I almost bought one of those ridiculous sweaters you always like. My German got better. You know. Things like that.”

Hermann nodded. “And what did you get from the precursors?”

“Eyes.”

Hermann’s eyes were sympathetic. “Besides that. You said those faded fairly quickly.”

If one wanted to count all those hours running around chased by the giant monsters it turned out Raleigh was right about him not wanting to be up close and personal with as ‘fairly quickly.’

“I…nothing,” Newt said. “There was nothing else.”

“There’s always something else.”

“You don’t know that,” Newt argued. “I don’t know that. We’re the only ones who drifted with a kaiju so the studies on what happens for humans may not necessarily apply. What about you? Have you noticed any side effects? You only drifted the once but it was still something.”

“I haven’t been nearly as disgusted by the specimens as I usually have been,” Hermann admitted. “And I have found myself regretting that the brains were both destroyed when we drifted. Unfortunately, I cannot for the life of me parse out whether that comes from you or from them.”

That was…well…fair.

“You can’t possibly be sure, either,” Hermann said quietly. “The best case scenario is all the things that you said. We will learn so much and advance our technologies and sciences by decades. If the precursors come back we will better able to defend ourselves, perhaps if we are invaded by another species this will still give us a needed edge. All the best possible outcomes.”

Newt frowned at him suspiciously. “That all sounds very good but you don’t believe in best case scenarios.”

“True but I need to contrast it with the worst case scenario.”

Newt gave Hermann a very put-upon look. “The worst case scenario being that I’m just going to get myself killed and you would have saved my life for nothing and I’m wasting my potential and what if they come back and I’m not here to save the day. Yeah, I know. I’ve considered all of that.”

“No,” Hermann said, his voice nearly a whisper. “All of that could happen and it would be devastating. I would be devastated. But at some level, that is your choice to make. You are the kind of scientist who always half-expected to die conducting some reckless but brilliant experiment and won’t be disappointed if you do.”

Newt pushed right on past Hermann’s confession that he would be devastated because if he let those words hit him then he might as well just set that brain on fire right now. “Then what is the worst case scenario, Hermann?”

“The worst case scenario is that they can influence you back. Maybe even are influencing you right now. It would have to be subtle, of course. Clearly after one or even two drifts they haven’t managed to secretly take you over or you never would have stopped them and if you suspected something you would tell me. But what if it’s more insidious than that? What if it’s a whisper that you should clone the kaiju? Doesn’t that sound like something you’d already do? You should drift with it. It will be perfectly safe and there’s so much you can learn. And there really is. And the more they drift, the stronger the connection is until they convince you to do more and more for them. Until one day maybe they don’t have to convince you anymore. You’re the strongest man I know, Newton, but you’re one person up against an alien hivemind and I didn’t notice any sign of them coming out worse for the wear after you drifted with them. It’s not an indictment, Newton, one against millions? It’s not a fair competition. But that won’t save you. And if they get you in their clutches, they will eventually be able to reopen a breach and come through and kill us all. Our genocide at their hands delayed a few scant years and for what? Because you decided to invite those monsters back into your head.”

Hermann painted a very vivid picture. Newt would give him that.

“That…that wouldn’t happen. Worst case scenario, you said. You don’t believe in those, either.”

“Not generally though I’m more likely to accept those than the best case scenarios. It’s simply more practical. Safer. Is the potential benefit of the best case scenario worth the potential harm of the worst case scenario? And even if it is something more in the middle, there is a lot of harm that still come from you going through with this. Including your death, Newton.”

Newt swallowed hard. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“I really haven’t,” Hermann said. “It’s just that obvious to me how terribly this could go.”

“It won’t.”

“You can’t promise that,” Hermann said. “Please, Newton, don’t put yourself at risk like that. Don’t put the world at risk like that. We only just got done saving it.”

“It’s not…” Newt shook his head helplessly.

“Look me in the eye, Newton, and swear to me that you are completely sure that you know why you want to do this and it is your desire and nothing else that has brought you here.”

Newt almost said yes.

He was very nearly certain.

But there was the vague uneasiness he had been feeling. It was nothing, really. It was just a natural caution in the face of undergoing something that had taken such a toll on him before.

He opened his mouth to say yes.

He shut it instead.

“Please, Newton.”

“Can we make it into fireworks?” he asked quietly. He always did love a good explosion.

Hermann’s responding smile was blinding. “I insist on it.”

Newt wasn’t sure at all that this was the right decision. Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming against it. But Hermann was smiling at him like he was a revelation so how could he possibly do anything else?

“You know,” Hermann said, as they headed off to locate some fireworks, “I’m very glad that you’re agreeing to destroy this brain now but since you were able to clone it the first time it occurs to me you may be able to clone it again.“

“Yeah, so?” Newt asked. He put his hands on his hips. “Hermann, are you saying you don’t trust me not to just make another one and drift with it the minute your back is turned?”

“Perhaps not the minute my back is turned,” Hermann said. “Perhaps not for a very long time. But if the precursors still linger in your mind…we really should drift again to find out.”

“Drifting with me to try and see if I need to be rescued? How romantic.”

“I have my moments,” Hermann said dryly. “But either way, how can we really be sure? No, we’re simply going to have to move in together in order to make sure I will be on hand to notice any mysterious cloning going on or you being out all night drifting or trying to end the world or however that would go.”

“Okay, first of all, please. If I’m going to be spending all that time doing secret shady stuff I’m doing it from the comfort of my own home,” Newt said. “Secondly, how can you possibly take something as big and meaningful as moving in together and make it about your weird paranoia I’m being corrupted by the hivemind?”

“It’s called multi-tasking, Newton. One would have thought you’d be quite good at it with the absurdly short time it took you to acquire all of those doctorates,” Hermann said.

“I hate you so much,” Newt grumbled.

“The fireworks can double as a celebration of our impending cohabitation and then afterwards we can go grab a nice dinner,” Hermann said, ignoring that.

“We are buying all of the fireworks they have,” Newt said. His hand was trembling but Hermann tangled his fingers together and it was steady.

#prompt fill #newmann #drifting #dialogue heavy #precursors #submission

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hogwarts-houses-as · 7 years

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Studying Angels

AUTHORS NOTE: heyy. This is what ive written of the book so far. I hope you enjoy. Criticism is accepted but don’t be a dick. Oh and I’m in slytherin btw- Sara

Tw: social anxiety, depersonalisation and mild swearing

Amy’s notes- oh, not bad at all! I’ll give you 15 points for it, bringing slytherin up to 761

It’s seems stupid to think that we know everything. Geniuses are only seen as superior because they have the confidence to say what people really think and fools aren’t taken seriously because they screwed up one situation and they’ve never been able to dig out of the humiliation. And we call this ‘normal.’ We occupy 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000003% of the known universe (not counting parallel/outer universes) and we oh-so humbly named ourselves “Wise man.” Absolutely insane.

Chapter 1 I can strongly assure you that I dislike isolation. I can also assure you that the prospect of fucking up an interaction with another human being terrifies me even more. That’s the reason that the only people I’ve spoken to in 18 days are my professors and Siri. Social phobia is a dreadful thing. Now, a thing that I’ve learned recently is that a book makes a perfect shield for any extroverts that may want to approach but it isn’t always 100% affective – after all, what is? “Good afternoon ma'am. Do you mind if I sit with you? It’s just that every other place is taken.” Piped up an innocently seeming peer at Cambridge University (or as I like to call them 'victims of level 7 of hell’). She almost seemed too normal but I just put it down to the fact that my brain was completely fucked 98% of the time. She was incredibly pale but had a certain radiance that made her look more human. The gorgeously freckled kind of pale. Light auburn hair streamed just past her shoulders while dazzling azure eyes shone softly against the punkish attire she sported. Ripped jeans, a baggy black t-shirt, heavy-duty doc martens and a plaid shirt thrown over her shoulders. Meanwhile, I looked like a gender-warped David Mitchell. Nerdy and awkward with the sex appeal of the average road accident. “So,” She started, somehow pulling me from my book as she sipped her latte, “What are you studying here?” “Sociology. Because I like finding out exactly how screwed humanity is.” I replied reluctantly. She laughed. She laughed at my sarcasm and not being absolutely horrified at it. Interaction isn’t that bad. Or it could be just her. Screw it. “Same.” She said through giggles, “So are most of my roommates -the absolute nightmares. The block of dorms I’m in are under repair so, me and 12 other lunatics are all crashing on the same sofa which isn’t exactly the best of experiences. At least it’s free though.” I smiled at her dry humour. A thought sprang to mind. No, I’m completely forgetting myself. Is that a terrible thing? Well, it’s too forward… you know what? Fuck the anxiety. “Well, if you like, you could maybe chill at my place.” I never wish to say that phrase ever again in this life or the next, “The college gave me no roommates for, uh, reasons,” Wow. Good job I totally don’t sound suspicious, “Therefore I’ve got a spare bedroom. Obviously, you don’t-” “That sounds lovely, actually.” Two fingers to you, anxiety. “If I could just get your number then I’ll be around as soon as possible. Oh, I’m Louise by the way.” She said, stretching out a hand. “I’m Sam,” I replied, at once shaking said hand, “T'was a pleasure doing business with you.” She chuckled with me. “You too. I’ll see ya then.” “See ya.” What the bloody hell is wrong with me? It’s as if I’m overcoming my psychological chemical imbalances. Holy shit I’m overcoming my psychological chemical imbalances.

Chapter 2 “Good morning.” She greeted through yawns, her hair scraped into a messy bun. She hadn’t come back last night until about 2am most probably because of some party that I wasn’t invited to. I’m not complaining because if I was mentally able enough to have a social life then I certainly wouldn’t invite an obstinate prick who is trapped in their own brain and hasn’t felt reality in 8 months. “'Morning. You slept well?” I asked as I tried to hide the fact I was downing the handful of pills that were needed to keep me sane. Key words here being 'kind of’ and 'attempting.’ “Yeah thanks.” Her gentle stare met mine and her face dropped. Oh god, “What are they?” She inquired, pointing at the packets upon packets in the metal case next to me. “Umm, they’re, um, they’re-” Come on brain, you can think up seventeen thousand ways a situation can go wrong but you can’t think of one excuse to what these pills are. “Anti-depressants, derealisation meds and 4 kinds of anxiety meds, Jesus Christ Sam!” She exclaimed rummaging through the case. “Look, it’s nothing, really. I just need… I just need to knock some systems into…into place. I’ve…I’ve got to go.” I scampered out of my dorm room. I fled…like an absolute coward. “You fucking coward, you twat, Sam.” I mumble to myself as I start pacing up and down the corridors because everything else is going downhill and everybody else thinks that I’m insane what’s the point in caring. Something grabs my arm. Oh god she thinks I’m pathetic. She could be one of them idiots who thinks that you can control mental health because it’s all in your head. The nice ones are always idiots. “Look, this connects so many dots an-” “Oh yeah, it makes so much sense that I’m clinically insane. Thanks.” Her face softens with an expression that I hadn’t seen in a long while. “It just explains why people stereotype you in such a way. They don’t understand what’s up. And I know we aren’t that close but, but I think I can help you.” I turned around, just feeling like a huge, overreacting oaf. “Thanks, Louise. I’m, uh, I’m sorry.” I said sheepishly. I’ve known her for a day and she already must deal with a chemically imbalanced nightmare “Don’t worry mate. Shit’ll be okay.” She assured with a smile. Well, I’m truly screwed now, aren’t I? Chapter 3 “Every stereotype is stupid unless the people or person that you are talking about has been proven to conform to that stereotype. But then that’s not a stereotype, it’s a fact.” Louise ranted as we strolled towards our sociology class. “Yeah. It’s one of those things that everybody thinks is normal even though it’s just a paradox wrapped in an enigma wrapped in generations of unneeded acceptance.” Wow. I don’t sound like a nerd at all, “I understand that the social contract theory has to be followed unless you wish to live like an animal without a society but I still don’t get why how you’re born should define what you should or need to do. It’s just utterly bizarre.“ I uttered as we set down our bags in our classroom. The room was surprisingly real. Almost too real to be real. I assumed that my DPDR was beginning to thrive again.

Now, you probably don’t know what DPDR is but I can assure you that you have most probably experienced it. It’s the constant feeling of unreality. A neurological limbo where you can’t tell if you’re conscious or not. An odd phase where dreams feel more like reality than reality and your brain starts flurrying with 'perhaps I’m already dead and this is what they meant when they said that your life flashes before your eyes’. You begin to forget what it’s like to be in the real world. You can’t remember what it’s like to properly focus on the bird chirping in the morning or tea seeping down your esophagus at 3am on a cold Saturday or soft carpet nuzzling against your feet when you finally get up in the morning or the delight of going to see a film with a close friend and laughing over the Scottish character who exclaims "oh my dear lord” at the site of explosions or the delightfully beautiful way the close friend laughed as their eyes lit up in a sense that settled you with a feeling that could only be described as 'you give me comfort in the best kind of way and I hope that we stay friends until we’re draped with suits in coffins’ …or even smiling because you want to rather than because your brain says that something is nice. It’s depressing to think that I may never be able to be in those moments ever again. Its brutally petrifying.

But I’ll stop rambling now.

As we started escaping to different universes (hers was the land of whatever music she listened to whereas mine was the harry potter universe) a plethora of seemingly drunk students came into the classroom in a way that could only be described as 'falling’.

“Did they actually come into class hammered?” I muttered disapprovingly to Louise.

“No,” She stammered with a chuckle, “They’re just the clumsy ones. The nerds.”

“They’re the nerds? Well, doesn’t that out me at an odd point in the Uni hierarchy.

"Who has a good place in any kind of hierarchy? The concept of a hierarchy was made by our society to make you feel that you will never be good enough.” She mumbled, scrolling through albums worth of my chemical romance’s discography.

“I’ve heard that 'mama’ is a pretty good song. And an opening line of 'mama we all go to hell’ says more about Gerard than any other words ever could.” I uttered as I lazily through my tatty book into my rucksack, only to resurface and find Louise staring at me with a confused but impressed look on her face. “What?”

“It’s just that you don’t look like the typical MCR fan.”

“What do I look like then? A stereotypical Dad who thinks that Lionel Richie is the king of the music industry?” I uttered through giggles as out sociology teacher (Mr Bennet) waltzed in.

“Good morning.” He greeted in his amazingly fed-up way, throwing down his bag. “Right as per usual, let’s get on with the debate. Anybody have a controversial subject that they’re afraid they have opinions on that are ever so slightly different to everybody else’s?” He asked like he was one more sleepless night away from a straight-jacket.

Now, I haven’t raised my hand in class since the social anxiety disorder kicked in but for some reason, almost as if I was possessed, my hand shot up.

“Sam.” Bennet said as he gave a vague nod in my direction, thoroughly shocked at my participation.

“The 2016 election in America.”

(Hope you enjoyed that :))

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Once Upon A Prom Night

I’m writing this from the great state of Colorado. During my life, I’ve spent time in Texas, Washington, Connecticut, Maryland, and traveled through most of the United States. While I’ve enjoyed a lot of America, I’m partial to Colorado. Can you blame me? Our climate is pleasant with lots of sunny days. We have a wide variety of culinary delights. Outdoorsy activities like skiing, hiking, and rock climbing are close by and plentiful. There’s not much to complain about.*

You know what I’m particularly fond of? Our state government frequently does smart stuff. One of my favorites is a program that provided low cost or free reversible contraception and intrauterine devices. That program caused teen pregnancies to drop over 50% during eight years, the teen abortion rate dropped by 64%, and it likely saved the state over $50 million in health care and public assistance costs. Pretty cool, right?

It’s gratifying to me that we’re too smart to fall for the abstinence trap. I suspect the main reason for that is a simple one. Policymakers know that as humans become teenagers, their hormones go nuclear. Teens are going to have sex, and no amount of prayer or scolding from adults will make it otherwise.

Having said all that, I’m sympathetic to parents. Who wants to imagine their kid doing…that? It’s easier to want to protect them, hermetically seal them until they hit 35. It’s easier, and it’s also poor parenting. Did you ever in your life think that a middle-of-the-road R-rated studio comedy could effectively make that point? Blockers does, and despite being uneven, its heart is in the right place.

We meet Chicago parents Lisa (Leslie Mann), Mitchell (John Cena), and Hunter (Ike Barinholtz) on the first day of elementary school for their young daughters. The three girls instantly gravitate to each other. The parents notice this and Hunter remarks that now that their girls are friends, the parents are all friends, too. He wants to get a drink, and Mitchell starts to cry. We learn this will happen often.

Years pass. Things change, and Prom Night arrives. Lisa is a single mom, and she considers herself to be best friends with her daughter Julie (Kathryn Newton). Julie loves her mom, but she feels a touch smothered. Besides, she has a detailed plan for the big night, and it involves losing her virginity with her boyfriend Austin (Graham Phillips). Mitchell’s daughter Kayla (Geraldine Viswanathan) is adventurous, and she wants in on what will become #SexPact2018. She’ll do the same with her date, the artisanal drug dealer Connor (Miles Robbins). Hunter’s daughter Sam (Gideon Adlon) loves her friends. She’s also a lesbian who’s still working through her feelings, and Hunter has cheated on her mother and has become very nearly a deadbeat dad. There’s kind of a lot going on with Sam, and she reluctantly signs on to the pact with her date, fedora-wearing goofball Chad (Jimmy Bellinger).

The girls and their dates tumble into a limo and head off for their rendezvous with debauchery. Unfortunately, a group chat is left open on Julie’s laptop. Through a clever scene involving the deciphering of emojis, the parents discover the pact. Mitchell and Lisa are horrified, and are determined to stop their girls from allegedly ruining their lives. Hunter thinks they’re overreacting, and he tags along to talk some sense into them.

From there, we have two parallel narratives. The first follows the teens as they hit the prom, an after party, and come closer to their moments of reckoning. The second follows the parents trying to track down their kids and getting up to assorted hijinks involving a butt-chugging contest (Seriously.), blundering into another couple’s sex game, and the reality of the Fast and the Furious movies.

Don’t let the trailer fool you. Despite a lot of language and an extended sequence where a plastic tube is jammed up John Cena’s ass, Blockers is highly inoffensive. In fact, I was surprised to see a teen sex comedy that takes the time to carry around some pretty smart and enlightened ideas.

The script by Jim Kehoe and Brian Kehoe does a good job with calling out the double standard that teenage girls and boys deal with when it comes to sex. In fact, sex is treated as a normal and healthy step on the way to adulthood, and it’s the parents trying to shut it down who are the real problem. Every parent wants to keep their kids safe, and we all walk a fine line between permitting too much and protecting too much. However, the script tries too hard to keep making things bigger and crazier. Comedy should have an ebb and flow, yet the Kehoes seem to be competing with the American Pie movies instead of concentrating on doing their own thing.

There’s also a serious problem with Blockers shifting tones so fast that you get whiplash. We go from real emotional honesty to gross-out scenes like the aforementioned tube stuck up the aforementioned ass to genuine wit to heart to heart scenes at what seems like 88 miles per hour. This is director Kay Cannon’s first film; she’s been the writer of the Pitch Perfect franchise as well as a writer on 30 Rock. Cannon is perceptive and knows comedy and timing but her tone is inconsistent and she was ill-served by a script that could have used one more draft.

Luckily, Cannon has a fearless cast that excels at wallpapering over the weaker moments. It seems like Leslie Mann has been playing supporting roles forever. She’s so sharp and so funny, I loved her as the lead and the film’s anchor. Sentient side of beef John Cena, much like Dwayne Johnson, is another wrestler whom we’re all shocked to discover is a good actor.** He’s got a real knack for comedy, and his timing is impeccable. Ike Barinholtz’s Hunter could be a one-note wisenheimer. While Barinholtz struggles a bit with some of his more emotional scenes, I liked that he attempted to drill down into his character. Attention should also be paid to Geraldine Viswanathan, and she just about steals the entire movie.

When it comes to comedy, Blockers isn’t reinventing the wheel. Tone is a problem, the script needed another pass, and it tries way, way too hard. That’s okay, because it is funny and it does have a perceptive point of view. If the comedy had been able to keep up with the sex-positive message, though, then we’d really have something to get excited about.

*Don’t get me started about our ridiculous housing costs, otherwise we’ll be here all day.

**How is this in any way surprising, though? Say what you will about professional wrestling, you have to have performative skills to sell the characters and conflicts. It’s just a different kind of acting, and one that’s underappreciated.

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