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ijenoyou · 4 years

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Out of my league.

kun x reader.

summary; he always admired from afar but not this time.

requested. send one!

warnings; none haha i mean it includes mentions of gummy bears lol fluff and humor.

notes; sooooo i’m sorry this took so long to finally post (˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣ ) but i was quite busy with school (it’s kicking my ass lol) anyways remember english isn’t my first language sooo ignore the mistakes if you see one lmao

Kun was always the one between all his friends that only admired girls from afar. Of course not in a weird way, he likes to admire the beauty of each one of them and later on forget about it.

But he couldn’t forget about you.

You were a new transferred student who happens to be best friends with his own friend, Lucas.

Kun first saw you at the mini gathering Lucas was doing at his apartment. When he entered his friends home he saw you sitting next to Sicheng, talking about which color of gummy bears tastes better.

“Yellow is the best one.” You said while taking one of the bag you were holding.

“You’re crazy! They taste so bad, red ones are the winner here.” Sicheng defended his posture on the argument making you roll your eyes faking annoyance.

You were about to speak again until Kun interrupted you.

“I think the yellow ones are tasty.” He softly spoke making you and Sicheng turn towards him.

He didn’t know what overcame him to speak out like that. He was always sitting in silence while hearing his friends talk, but not this time.

When he didn’t get any answer he started to regret his decision until you smiled.

“See? He knows about good taste.” You pushed your friend with your shoulders and stood up from your sitting position. “I’m Y/N.”

Kun made sure his hands weren’t sweaty before taking yours in between his.

“Kun.”

Sicheng watched the whole scene with a weird expression on his face, he turned his head towards Lucas who was busy playing tetris on his phone, he pinched his arm to get his attention.

“Ow! What was that for?” Lucas answered and started to rub his arm, trying to calm the burning he felt from Sicheng’s fingers.

“Look at them.” He whispered and nodded towards you and his quiet friend.

“What about them?”

“What about them?! Kun never talks to girls out of the blue and Y/N never smiles to boys like she just did with him.”

After saying that, Lucas’s eyes widened. He snapped his head upwards and searched for the both of you. He found you next to Kun at the kitchen counter, making a drink that included those disgusting yellow gummy bears you liked so much.

“Oh god.” He whispered to Sicheng. “I’ve never seen her like that.”

“I know!” Sicheng answered with excitement.

He knew you way before Lucas, you and him were neighbors since baby’s and stayed friends all this time. So he definitely knows how you react around other guys.

You always tried to be polite but never gave them a single smile or stuff like that. You only did that with Sicheng and Lucas since they were practically your only friends alongside your roommate. They always joked about how you hate men and that the day you smile at one for real that will be because he’s the love of your life.

“I didn’t know Kun has a girlfriend.” Xiaojun said making Lucas and Sicheng flinch.

“Yeah, they look cute.” Ten answered and placed his hand on Xiaojun’s back.

“How did you guys get in?” Lucas questioned with surprise.

Ten pointed towards the other couch in the room, Hendery was playing red hands with Yangyang.

“Yang opened the door for us.” Ten said while taking one green gummy bear out of Sicheng’s bag.

“But how did they got in? They weren’t here before!”

Before anyone could say anything a strong laugh could be heard in the whole place. The six boys turned their heads and saw you and Kun laughing loudly at something he was showing you on his phone.

“Okay! Why don’t we play a game while waiting for our food?” Lucas asked everyone, grabbing your and Kun’s attention.

And that’s how you ended up almost choking Ten for hiding his uno cards by sitting on top of them so he could win. Two hours went by and it was time for you to leave.

“Damn i’m so full.” Hendery spoke while trying to keep his eyes open. “I’m getting food coma.”

You patted his head. “Good luck with that.”

You stretched your arms and decided to start putting your shoes on.

“Well, it’s was nice but I have to go back to my place, Wendy needs help with a project.”

You said goodbye to everyone and before you could say anything to Kun he decided to speak first.

“I’ll walk you.” A blush spread on your cheeks and the boys didn’t fail to notice it but said nothing about it.

“Don’t worry Kun.” You smiled and placed the hood of your hoodie on your head. “I live a few flats from here but if you one day want to come by just let me know.”

“Sure.” Kun tried to suppress a smile and nodded.

“Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow guys!” That was the last thing you said before leaving.

The whole place was silent. Until Kun turned and saw all of his friends holding each other trying not to scream.

“What?” He asked.

“You like her!”

“She likes you!”

“I’m going to cry, our Kunnie finally spread his wings out.”

He couldn’t understand a single thing his friends said and decided to ignore them.

————

You first day at your new collage was great so far. You didn’t see any of the boys at all since all of them were majoring in different things. Expect for Kun.

“I didn’t know you were into law.” He spoke behind you.

You turned surprise and smiled.

“Hello there.”

He sat next to you, putting his backpack on the floor and took out his laptop with the rest of his materials for the class.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your major?” You asked while pressing the ‘on’ button of your laptop.

“You never asked.” Kun playfully answered and you softly punched him on the shoulder.

After that, the class started. Two long hours and Kun couldn’t be more surprised by you.

Since you were new, the teacher had his target on you. He asked a lot of question to you to see if you were capable of answering, which you did gaining a good response from the teacher.

Kun knew you were smart. At the reunion everytime you spoke you did it with such a smart input, like you had all of the right words.

“We have free class right now, so... vending machine?” He asked and you nodded.

Weeks went by like that. You and him spending most of the time together.

You study with him, eat with him, laugh with him.

The boys were surprised that at this point you and him haven’t kissed at least.

“Not even a tiny peck?” Ten pinched his fingers together while asking.

Kun shook his head and the boys groaned.

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” He softly said and started to play with his fingers, a nervous habit he developed with the years. “And we don’t know if she even likes me like that!”

Sicheng gasped.

“Are you dumb?”

“Not even close, why?”

“There’s no time for jokes!” Sicheng’s dramatic voice appeared. “trust me with this dude, she likes you.”

Kun sighed and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.

“Y/N is way out of my league.”

————

“How come your roommate is never here?”

“Uh, Wendy usually sleeps at his boyfriends.” You answered while searching a show to watch on netflix.

You decided to lay your head on his shoulder and he decided to place his on top of yours. You decided on watching Twilight again and he groaned making you poke fun at him.

“Again? We’ve watch this like a million times!” He expressed his annoyance.

“And? It’s good so shut it.”

The movie began, it was making him sleepy. He could tell you the whole scrip even in his sleep. That’s so many times you’ve made him watch it with you.

“Are you tired?” You asked and took your head off his shoulder to look at him.

“Yeah, I was busy so I forgot about the essay Ms. Kang gave us, I finished it up in one night.”

His ‘busy’ meant going with you to this art exposition about candy in which they were selling a giant gummy bear, he got you the yellow one and he couldn’t forget they way your face lit up with happiness when he gave it to you after a few days.

“Why don’t you sleep here? You can have my bed and I’ll sleep in Wendy’s”

He nodded at your proposal and sighed. Too tired to even say anything. He was about to continue watching the movie but he couldn’t keep his eyes off your lips. Shinning bright because of the grenade chapstick he gifted you the other day.

The conversation he had with the boys kept on replaying on his mind.

Fuck it.

He pressed his lips against yours. You let out a tiny gasp in surprise but soon after decided to relax.

You tilted your head to the side so you could return his kiss while placing your hand on his cheek. It was a quick kiss but the softness and love was there, and it made you feel for the very first time, full of love.

“I’m in love with you.” He said in a whisper.

You caressed his skin with your fingers, admiring his features under the artificial light that came from the TV.

“I—“

You couldn’t think straight. Too in love with the idea of love. So instead of saying anything, you took him by the back of his neck and drew him close to you, reconnecting your lips with his.

“Be mine.”

————

The boys couldn’t believe their eyes.

“W-What? W-When?” Lucas stuttered.

“Wow, he finally made a move.” Hendery said while sipping on his coca-cola.

A few tables away from them, you and Kun were eating a small cake, feeding each other and sharing sweet kisses.

“Woo! Go Y/N! Go Kun!” Ten shouted to make them feel embarrassed.

You tried to hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest and stuck out your hand with direction towards Ten, folding your fingers except for the middle one.

Kun laughed at this antics and pressed a peck on the crown of your head.

He also was in love with the idea of love.

#qian kun x reader #qian kun scenarios #qian kun angst #nct x reader #nct angst #nct scenarios #nct fluff #wayv scenarios #wayv x reader #wayv angst #kun x reader #kun scenarios

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sohin-ace · 4 years

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Polnareff - Cop

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Cop reader

The crusaders were pursuing their difficult trip, driving on a bumpy mountain road with seemingly no obstacles or enemy stands to throw a wrench in their works. Overall the drive was safe, except for the fact that today, Polnareff was the driver to everyone's dismay.

Joseph was sitting in the passenger's seat next to Polnareff and Kakyoin, Abdol and Jotaro were in the back, all suffering his poor driving skills and the violent jerking of the car.

"Polnareff, slow down! You're gonna get us killed!" yelled Joseph.

"Why are you even driving like that, have you even seen the road?" Abdol added, scolding.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing!"

As he said that and as if on cue, the boys heard a police siren going off and the fair haired man saw the red and blue headlights behind him through the rearview mirror.

"Et merde..." he cursed in his mother tongue as he pulled over and stopped.

"See? Now the police are there, you're so irresponsible sometimes!" Joseph puffed annoyed at the unnecessary commotion.

"Come on give me a break." He then heard a frantic knock on the window and started rolling it down.

"Yeah yeah, I fucking heard yo- ooh Hi~" He started frustrated but his entire tone shifted as the opened window revealed the figure of a beautiful H/C haired lady in front of him.

"Hello gentlemen." you glanced at the passengers as they greeted you back before looking back at the driver. "Sir, I assume you know why I pulled you over?"

You spoke clear and professional, but to Polnareff, your voice was extremely sexy and his blood was boiling by the second.

"No, but please do tell me~" He said seductively before being nudged by Joseph who clearly didn't want trouble with the police now of all times.

You sighed and leaned your forearm over the top of the window frame, a simple gesture that sparked his insides, as he now had a towering view of your enticing curves.

Were they allowed to hire such sexy women in the police force?

"Speeding, sir. This road is 50km/h, you are 40km/h over the limit. You do know what that means, right?"

Joseph was almost fuming and Abdol face palmed. Kakyoin wanted to say something, to maybe defuse the situation, but decided it was best to stay silent for now.

Polnareff gulped and tried to smooth talk you out of trouble.

"Listen lady, you see, me and my buddies over here, we're not from the area, we're having a hard time with our trip and stuff..." he trailed off and your patience was running low as you sighed again.

You were used to the same excuses all the time. If it were just you, you would let them go with a little bit of lecturing on safety driving. But you had to do your job and 40km/h was an excessive fault.

"Turn off the engine." He obeyed, almost frantically. "Driver's license and registration, please."

Polnareff complied again. He didn't want his mind racing with dirty thoughts of you, but he couldn't help it. Your demanding tone turned him on badly and the man could never resist a beautiful woman in uniform.

You checked his papers and fortunately for him everything was correct and in good order. Polnareff looked calm, but he was sweating bullets and Joseph was waiting impatiently, judging his friend silently.

Your silky voice startled them. "In normal circumstances, I would have held you in custody, but..."

You then glanced at the two teenagers in the back who were silent the whole time. The brunet wearing a tired face and the red head almost begging you with his purple eyes.

"I'm in a good mood, so for now you'll just get away with a fine. Don't expect this to happen again, understood?" You leaned your body to the car door on your side as you were filling the ticket.

"Ooh thank you so much, miss, you're too good..." He then leaned in close to you. "Sooo... Since you're in a good mood how about you get me in a good mood, if you know what I'm saying~"

You leaned back from the car biting your lip, put the ticket bundle, your pen and his documents in your back pocket and ordered.

"Out of the car, hands on your head. Now."

The boys all huffed in unison as Polnareff flinched and slowly got out of the car, defeated. It was a cacophony of frustrated grunts.

"OH COME ON!!!"

"What?? No, wait!"

"Yare yare daze..."

"I can't believe that man."

The guy still managed to get into trouble even when you decided to be nice and let them go. They all were so mad that their friend somehow could not keep his big mouth shut even in a dire situation.

Polnareff got out of the car and closed the door shut. He stood tall in front of you and neither of you faltered. You both stared at each other's eyes for long seconds, unblinking, until he slowly raised his arms over the back of his head while turning around, surrendering to you, his gaze not leaving yours until he was fully turned around.

You swiftly put the tall man in an armlock and he was baffled by how strong you actually were for such a petite looking lady.

He also wondered how you could lock him in such a tight restraint while still being so delicate. You were a mystery to him and he loved every single bit of it.

Before he could think further you dragged him over to your own service car and he heard his blood pumping in his ears, feeling lightheaded just by you pushing him around. You then bent and pinned him over the car hood with a hand on his shoulder, getting ready to proceed to a search.

To be honest you weren't mad or offended at all. You just secretely wanted to mess with the french man who seemed to have made your heart jump. You weren't even allowed to search him, you just felt like he wouldn't mind it though.

You giggled to yourself silently, making sure he didn't notice. In this industry, especially as a woman, you had to show no signs of weakness and be as strict as it gets.

But sometimes you were tired of the stone cold facade. Polnareff made you feel like a schoolgirl again, even if you couldn't really show it, obviously.

Even if you were used to perverts and guys hitting on you to not get any trouble, Polnareff seemed like an actual funny guy, not gross or scary. At this point if someone was scared of the other, it was more him of you.

His breathing sped up and his heart pounded in his chest. He was feeling many different emotions right now and barely knew what to do. He never felt this submissive in his entire life. His mind was all over the place.

Your hand firmly gripped on his wrists and your sweet perfume still dancing in the air enticed him even more. He got back from his trance when he felt your other hand no longer on his shoulder and heard the clanking of handcuffs.

"Aah- w-w-wait !! I'm sorry I was joking haha, please don't take me!" He pleaded.

You pressed your body further against his back and he swore he was going to explode any second. You basically had your front area pressing his crotch against the car, from the back. The whole situation was at the same time scary, thrilling and arousing to him.

"WAIT! Please officer, listen to me!" You turned your head to see Joseph hurrying towards you and you stopped, backing away slightly, losening your grip on the poor man in front of you.

Joseph came up to you and tried to talk you out of taking his friend to jail and profusely appologized for his behavior. He used of his eloquence to explain to you that they were traveling with limited amount of time in their hands and were having hardships along the way.

You understood and let go of Polnareff while you listened to Joseph's story. You actually took a liking to the old man and you both nicely agreed on letting it go as long a Joseph was driving.

After finishing talking with the Joestar, he went back into the car, this time in the driver's seat as promised and Polnareff followed suit.

You tapped on the guy's shoulder, who was rubbing his strained wrists and as he turned around, you shoved the ticket and documents onto his chest playfully.

"Sorry about this, I got a bit rough on you while you didn't even have drugs or anything." you chuckled cutely which actually amazed him slightly.

"Drugs? Wait... Was the whole 'pinning me against the car' thing not in the process??"

"You said you wanted to be in a good mood, no?" You glanced down below his belt and smirked before walking back to your car and finally drove off.

He stayed there speechless until he was brought back to reality by Joseph honking, gesturing him to get his ass back in the car.

Bonus:

"I can't believe we lost so much time because you couldn't shut up."

Polnareff stayed silent, for once. Finding his silence odd, Joseph glanced back at him slightly and did a double take as he noticed the bulge on his friend's pants.

"You're not fucking serious..."

"SHE WAS SMOKING HOT OKAY?? YOU CAN'T BLAME ME, DID YOU EVEN SEE WHAT SHE DID TO ME BACK THERE??"

"What's going on?" Kakyoin asked, leaning over from the back seat.

"Dude got a boner from that police girl." Jotaro deadpanned and Abdol couldn't help the snicker out of his mouth.

"Wow... I mean, yes she was beautiful but.. This is..." Kakyoin trailed off, judgement in his voice.

"SHUT UP ALREADY YOU BASTARDS!"

Inspired by the times when I was a TSA agent lol shittiest job in the universe but made me realize that the uniform kink is a real thing.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #stardust crusaders #polnareff #jean pierre polnareff #x reader #reader insert #writing #cop reader #polnareff x reader #jean pierre polnareff x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 3 #part 3

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theyearoftheking · 4 years

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Book Thirty-Nine: The Green Mile

Hoooooly crap, y’all! This is the halfway point of this project: I’ve read thirty-nine books, and I have approximately thirty-nine more to go (depending what Steve releases before the end of the year). And honestly? If it wasn’t for COVID, and quarantine, and lots of time traveling (pre-COVID, of course); I wouldn’t have reached the halfway point. This probably would have turned into a two year project. But here we are, diving into The Green Mile!

Of all the Steve books, I dreaded re-reading The Green Mile the most. I had originally read it when it was first published, and it came out in chapters every few weeks. I’d breathlessly tear through a chapter, only to have to wait for the next one to be released. It was a pretty fun format, and I really wish I still had my original chapters. Oh well.

But this time around, I didn’t think I was in the right head-space to read it, and the world sure as hell isn’t in the right head-space. The Green Mile was published in 1996, and takes place in 1932. It could very well have been set in our current climate. Just a few quotes for you...

“He got (his sentence) commuted mostly because he was white...”

“I think we have to be humane and generous to solve the race problem. But we have to remember that your negro will bite if he gets the chance, just like a mongrel dog will bite if he gets the chance and it crosses his mind to do so.”

“John Coffey is a Negro, and in Trapingus County we’re awful particular about giving new trials to Negros...”

NOTHING HAS FUCKING CHANGED SINCE 1932!! We are still hearing these same sentiments from people claiming, “I’m not a racist, but...” Our judicial system is still biased against POC, and the rate of incarceration for POC compared to whites is staggering.

NOTHING HAS FUCKING CHANGED. And that’s the part that makes me the most sad. So, yeah, I wasn’t looking forward to cracking The Green Mile in our current climate.

Few Steve books have touched me the way this one did. A fellow Constant Reader pointed out, “This is one of the only stories where he showcases the forces of good. We usually get ghosts and demons, but John Coffey may be the closest thing he has ever wrote of an angel...” Hot damn, Sam Beall, you’re not wrong.

But in addition to forces of good, we’ve also got Percy Wetmore; who I feel is the nastiest Steve villain ever... he makes Randall Flagg and The Crimson King look like dudes who drink matcha lattes at a cat cafe, and compare notes on their polarized sunglasses. Percy Wetmore immediately activates my, “must kick hard in the junk” reflex. He. Is. The. Worst.

The Green Mile is told from the POV of Paul Edgecombe; a prison guard on “the green mile;” which is where convicted killers awaiting the death penalty are housed. “The green mile” refers to the long hallway inmates have to walk down to get to the electric chair.

The story kicks off when John Coffey (like the drink but spelled different) is accused and found guilty of brutally raping and murdering two little blonde twin girls. He’s found on a riverbank, clutching their bodies, and crying, “I couldn’t help it, I tried to take it back, but it was too late...”

So, Coffey makes his way onto The Mile, and shares space with Eduard Delacroix and his pet mouse Mr. Jingles; and William Wharton (Billy the Kid, or Wild Billy, depending on the day). Delacroix is French southern gentleman found guilty of murder, and then arson to hide the murder scene. He’s a bad guy... don’t get me wrong... but there’s something intensely likable about him. Maybe it’s the pet mouse he’s trained, maybe it’s his meek nature that Percy (another prison guard) takes advantage of... I don’t know. But you grow to like him, and the relationship he has with Mr. Jingles. Mr. Jingles randomly showed up one day, and the guards (except Percy) were all taken with him. After Percy attempts to smash him with a club, he takes to Delacroix and whispers in his ear that his name is Mr. Jingles.

William Wharton is another story. He’s a wild card, who upon his arrival, promptly tries to strangle a prison guard. He also spits masticated Moon Pie at another guard. Sooo, he’s a lot of fun.

The three of them live on the wing, and the first up for execution is Delacroix. Percy has a particular hatred of him, he claims he tried to grab his junk once. It didn’t happen... Del just got yanked along when he was in handcuffs and fell in Percy’s lap. The day before his execution, Percy thinks it might be fun to kill Mr. Jingles. Like I said... total fucking asshole. He stomps on him, and Del loses it. Mr. Jingles is the only thing he loves in the whole world... and maybe the only thing that loves him back.

Thinking quickly, Coffey asks for Mr. Jingles little mousy body. Speaking of junk grabbing, he grabbed Paul and cured the UTI he had brewing for weeks. So, Paul is hopeful Coffey can use his miraculous healing abilities to do it again. And he does! Mr. Jingles lives!

But Percy’s not done being a scab on the balls of society. The night of Del’s execution, he tells him Mr. Jingles isn’t going to Mouseville like Paul promised he was (total lie- like telling kids a dog is going to live on a farm). And then, Percy doesn’t wet the sponge before placing it on Del’s head prior to his execution, so it’s horrible, painful and just horrible. So, Del is dead, Percy plays the, “I don’t know what happened!” card, and Mr. Jingles is gone. My heart. Of all the scenes in the book, I was dreading this one the most.

Meanwhile, the prison warden, Hal Moores is struggling with the fact his wife Melinda has a massive brain tumor, and it’s starting to change her personality. He doesn’t know what to do. Paul thinks they should pack Coffey up, and take him out to the Moores’s house and have him heal Melinda.

It’s a crazy idea, but it ends up working. The other prison guards drug Billy; and put Percy in a straitjacket and throw him in the supply closet so he doesn’t notice anything is amiss. They tell him it’s payback for how Del’s death went down. So, they race out to see Hal and Melinda, and Coffey does his thing. They race back to the prison, and no one notices they’ve been gone. However, Coffey is in a bad way. This was much more healing than he’s used to doing, and he’s mentally and physically exhausted.

After they release Percy from the supply closet, Coffey grabs him and “kisses” him: which transfers the sick energy he got from Melinda into Percy. Percy then turns around, and shoots Wild Billy/Billy the Kid dead; and then becomes catatonic.

He’s then carted off to the psych ward, which is too good for him. Fiery pits of hell would have been better.

But wait!

Plot twist! Billy the Kid had briefly touched Coffey, and Coffey learned HE was the one who had killed the two little girls. Paul puts this together as well, and tries to fight for Coffey’s release. He realizes Coffey’s words, “I couldn’t help it, I tried to take it back, but it was too late...” were about his inability to heal the girls, not his guilt.

When I had read the revelation the first time, I flew through the end, hoping and praying justice would be served, and Coffey wouldn’t be executed. Bad things didn’t happen to good people like John Coffey, right? Oh, how naive. There were A LOT of tears.

But Coffey is at peace with his upcoming execution. He tells Paul, “I’m rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I’m tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not ever havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we’s comin from or goin to or why. I’m tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I’m tired of all the times I’ve wanted to help and couldn’t. I’m tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it’s the pain. There’s too much...”

That right there makes me cry every damn time I read it.

So, Coffey is executed, and life continues on; as it always seems to do. Paul is actually writing this story in his old age, at the Georgia Pines nursing home. There’s an orderly there who’s just as evil as Percy, and he keeps trying to follow Paul on his daily walks outside. Where’s Paul going???

TO SEE MR. JINGLES!!!

Yes! He’s still alive! It seems when Coffey healed people, it added onto their life expectancy. Mr. Jingles was still alive, and Paul was one hundred and four years old. But he knew his time was coming. He reflects on the loss of his beautiful wife, the people he knew on the Green Mile, the guards he worked with, and that mile seems LONG.

Such a sad, beautiful end to an incredible work. This is another one I recommend to people who tell me they don’t like Stephen King. Try it... you’ll like it... when your heart is done breaking that is...

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 27

Total Dark Tower References: 38

Book Grade: A+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Needful Things: A+

The Green Mile: A+

Rose Madder: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Insomnia: C-

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

The Tommyknockers: D-

Next is Desperation, which I know nothing about, other than it’s a real chonk of a book.

Do me a favor, please? Stop being ugly to each other. Stop hurting gentle people like John Coffey. Please and thank you.

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights,

Rebecca

#the green mile #stephen king #constant readers

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Firsts IV: Oh We Got Beef?

Author’s Note: Megan the Stallion is the shit. Her nasty self has me motivated. Sooo uhhh here’s some smut! It’s a continuation of this series tagged below. Taglist Open! Requests open but no lie I’m slow.

Warnings: Argument, Daddy Kink

Pairings: College!Erik X WOC!Reader,

Requested by Anon: Erik establishing he's daddy in subtle and not so subtle ways until he finally has a convo and claims me in that dom voice is A FANTASY/DREAM KINK

Firsts Masterlist

Erik has a tendency to take over the stereo every time he got in the car. It was cute at first, but this morning all you wanted was to not hear rap music while pushing off a migraine. “Can we not?” You felt the side eye. But he didn’t stop strolling through the music. “What’s up with you this morning?” “Tired of hearing woke music when all I want is a biscuit and some coffee.” You change the song. The soothing beat of Cyanide by Daniel Caesar floods the car and you lean back against the plush leather seats. “So you wanna listen to this sleep ass nigga?” “Don’t.” You try to stop the argument. “Can we just be friends this morning?” “Nah.” He hits the switch on the stereo adjusting in his seat to look at you. “Let’s just talk.” Shit. Here he go. He’d talk and when you voiced your opinion it was a damn problem. “So you like this dude who ain’t shit, smooth as voice stands for anything. But I can’t listen to Chance.” “I could have went to get food myself.” “Not an answer to my question.” “Not everything is about being woke. I like Daniel because he can freaking sing. Case closed.” You roll the window down. “Do you want this damn biscuit or not?” He scoffs, dropped mouth and his eyes narrow at you. “I’m good.” “Cool.” You start the order totally unfazed that he was staring you down. “Can I get one large Caramel Ice coffee and a large hash brown.” “Sure thing, is that all?” The woman was chipper. “Yes maam.” You smirk at Erik who is now in his phone mumbling incoherently at you. The line was long, the awkward time in the car passed by with you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel and singing along merrily. “So you mad?” Erik said placing his phone down. “I am happy as hell.” “Yeah, sure you thing you are.”

Petty fights had started once you two were comfortable. Every now and then you would ignore them but Erik never ignored the pettiness. He dwelled in it. The ride home was filled with Daniel and then 6Lack. So you called it a success walking to your apartment with him in tow. You eat, all while he is engrossed in this damn game system. “You’re not gonna talk?” You sink into the couch next to him, pecking his arms with your lips and then leaning into him. “Nah.” “Why? Mad over a nigga that ain’t did nothing to you.” “I ain’t mad at you. I’m cool. You the one getting loud.” Erik never stopped playing the game. His hands went one hundred miles per hour clicking the keys pissing you off with each damn click. “I’m Gucci.” “Nah.” You mock him. “You so damn ugh,” Your fingers push the top of his head. “You can play yah damn game at home. Bye.” “So you kicking me out?” “You playing the game?” You stand in front of the TV with your arms planted firmly on your hips. The game stops and he looks amused. “You think you run this shit huh?” “This my house. You can go. And you know what, since we being petty take all you shit too! I can watch the damn screen by myself.” Erik laughed. “What the fuck is funny?” Perhaps it was instincts but your eyes blinked at him and you sucked your teeth and before you could think he was up from the couch crowding you. “What!” Usually you backed down from him. His muscled body intimidated you sometimes, but not this time. You didn’t give a damn. Fuck him. “I ain’t scared of you.” “Nah, don’t look like it huh? But I got something for that ass.” “What?” “Say what again.” “Wh-,” his full lips were on yours right as your back was pushed against the wall and his hands were wrapped in your hair. You push back on him and your hand connects with a sting on his cheek. He bites his lip and the look is carnal, you’d gone from girlfriend to prey in five seconds. You raise your hand again and he grips it pulling the other one with it over your head. “You done fucked up now.” “What you gone do!” “Oh, so we got beef?” There were no words as he slung your body over his shoulder as if you were a damn rag doll. Your fists hit his back over and over until you hit the bed. “You talk to yo daddy like that?” “I’ll say whatever the fu-.” His hands crash down on your thighs sending a warm sting down your legs and to your pussy. “Yeah that’s what I thought, shut that shit up. You don’t run this.” He sunk to his knees pulling your thighs to the edge of the bed. It takes all of two seconds to slide the shorts from your body. “No panties, you knew what was up.” His soft lips pepper the kisses up your leg and you push him away. Serves no purpose as he makes his way up to your pussy. His soft lips suck on your clit and the fight is damn near out the window. Your fingers invade his hair, the small dreads intertwined in your fingers as your thighs lock around his head. If this was punishment you needed to hit his ass more often. His tongue delved inside of you and your teeth sink into your lip. He flicked and swirled causing small moans to pulse through you. The sounds alone were enough to nearly get you there. He was eating like you were his last meal. “Fuck Daddy.” His fingers push into your thighs as he pushes your legs back on the bed and you can’t help but roll your hips on his face. He groans, his deep voice rumbling in your inner thigh. he slurped your juices taking anything that was left as he came up for air only to start again. “You like this shit don’t you, you wanna nut?” He whispered, kissing your thighs again before taking another flick at your clit. “Huh?” “Yes.” He lifts up and his three fingers slap down on your clit and the pleasures fades into a deep hum of pain. “Nah, fuck that. Only good girls cum, stand up and bend over?” Your eyes buck as he lifts the shirt over his head and throws it to the ground and then he slides the gym shorts next. Erik was rigid in front of you, his dick throbbed as he started to stroke from hilt to tip. The adrenaline flooded your body, partially arousal but mainly fucking fear. “What you look scared for? Bend that ass over.” “I ain’t scared of you.” “I don’t want you scared. I want an apology.” His hand cups your thighs and then he flips you over. He slaps down on both cheeks and you feel your ass jiggle right before his warm dick slides down the line of your ass to your pussy. There was no denying you were wet for him. “You wanna apologize.” The hilt of him slaps up on your pussy and instinctively you throw yourself back on him coating him with you arousal. “Nah.” You say once agin mocking him from earlier. His head pushes into you and then he steps back falling out of you. “You right, you don’t want this shit.” But you did, you clenched aching for him. You arch your back and he does nothing. “Why you got me in here if you ain’t gone do nothing Erik.” “What’s my name again?’ “You heard me.” “I heard wrong.” Erik’s voice is playful but the way his fingers plunged into you wasn’t so playful. He pushes you face down into the covers and plunges his fingers back into you three more times and then he’s gone and you can hear the foiled paper rattling behind you. “That mouth so reckless here lately.” He spread your lips tapping his cock on your clit a few times and then he pushed into you, flesh to flesh. He was so deep your gasp couldn’t even escape as you headed into the plush pillows. The clapping between the both of you is all you can concentrate on as his hips slam onto yours. “Fuck!” You moaned. Each time he pushed into you, the strangest ping with through your body, as if you were about to explode and he just started. His hands push at the nape of your back and you arch for him. He’s deeper. Pounding against your ass and you feel yourself meeting him with each stroke. “You like this dick don’t you.” Fuck an answer. You thrust on him, longing to keep him deep inside of you. This might have been what you needed anyway, a good fuck. Both his hands grip your ass and he guides you onto his dick. He eager watches himself slide into you deep and then back out like it’s his favorite movie. He’s faster pushing you further up the bed. He falls with you, only his hand is around your neck, gripping you as if you were his anchor. Your moans were muffled but you were still loud enough. Your body grew closer. Your legs shook and eyes rolled as he continued to fuck you. “Every time you talk back this the shit I wanna do to you.” His hand tightened and the air left the room but your body tensed and then exploded. Your vision speckled with spots and your back fell limp, as did your legs. Pleasure waved through you. Erik pushed through your orgasm. His teeth sink into your shoulder and tense again. In one motion he flips you to your side pulling your leg up to go deeper and he’s drilling. Your tits bounce with each pump while your hands grip the sheets trying to find some sanity in the madness of his fucking. It feels as if he fucks you forever as he chases in his own nut. Your body misted in sweat, the sheets drenched with the both of you as he does finish, pulling out of you spilling into the condom. Fights worked in your favor sometimes because he could say whatever he wanted that wasn’t a punishment. You two lay in each other’s arms staring at the white ceiling with heavy breathing. Erik slides from the bed putting on his clothes. “Where are you going?” You smiled. “Home.” He smirked. “Why?” “Oh shit, forgot to tell you. I don’t sleep with people I have beef with, I fuck with you… but not sleep. I’m still not over that nasty ass attitude. I’ll let you think on that shit.” “You can’t leave.” “Take yo game and all yo other shit.” He said mocking you. “I’ll holla.” He turned swinging his shirt over his shoulder. “Call me when you get some act right.”

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peachyzens · 6 years

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kissing booth! Jaehyun au

genre: fluffffff summary: who knew good things could come out of the most dreaded places? (1,787) a/n: this was heavily inspired by the movie the kissing booth on netflix! it’s super cute and i need to get out all these fluffy feelings i got from it so here you go heheh masterlist can be found here!

it was a tradition each year to have each club on campus draw randomly from a selection of booths to use for their college fair

it was the same booths every year but a different club would be in charge of it every year so it’s more interesting

anyways the college fair/festival whatever you want to call it is a really big deal for the school

its the school event that has one of the highest turnouts

for you, it was just some other school event you get dragged to by your friends

you weren’t exactly the outgoing type, you preferred to stay in

anyways, jung jaehyun, aka the vice president of the broadcasting committee, loves this event every year

because he gets to meet new people and basically he’s just a social butterfly and uses this time to recruit new members with his charms

soooo out of all booths there are ones people love, and ones people hate

whenever people get the haunted house, they get so happy because it is one of the most popular ones

not to mention the proceeds from the booths go towards the clubs so its a winwin heh

but then there are some booths that people just hate, aka the KISSING BOOTH

it’s just so awkward for people that it ends up being a flop each year

no club really tries when they get the kissing booth anyways

so can you guess which booth jaehyun’s club got assigned? THE KISSING BOOTH

“is this even allowed???” mark asks good question mark only in movies theyre allowed

soooo the club is kinda bummed out this year

but jaehyun not taking any of that negativity!!!

so he vows to make it the best kissing booth anybody has ever seen!!!

he starts hanging around in the woodworking shopping, learning the techniques

and then he’s cutting out decorative pieces for the booth

can you just imagine jaehyun in a workshop wearing protective goggles and having a pencil tucked on his ear while he’s dressed in a flannel and timbs….then his concentrated gaze as he cuts the wood pieces to precision AHHHHH

anyways

he’s doing the most for this kissing booth even though his club members are kind of half-assing it

but because he’s vp he’s pushing them to make it turn out good so they’re just following his orders

anyways fast forward to the festival setup day

everybody is confused when they see the broadcasting committee bringing in all sorts of props because they’re all like ??? didn’t they get the kissing booth???

sooo they work on decorating and setting up their whole booth and it looks AMAZING

there’s bright lights and a really bright background that really catches the eyes of anybody passing by

so then taking on the leadership role again, he assigns shifts for the people within the club to work the booth even though nobody ever wants to work it but they have to

and jaehyun is just going to be the main host for the booth!! gaining people’s attention and giving them tickets and directing them where to go

i can just imagine him pulling people in with that dang dimpled smile of his

anyways people come for jaehyun, but when they realize they won’t be kissing him they dip

“what’s wrong with me?? why won’t anybody line up the hell” johnny asks, bored out of his mind nothings wrong with u bb its their loss

now shifting over to you

you were complaining to your friends who dragged you out of your dorm right when you were going to have a nice movie marathon

so you just lagged behind them with your arms crossed and a grumpy look on your face

you were getting tired of being dragged here and there by your friends, and you were glad because the night was almost over

meanwhile!! jaehyun is panicking because the member for the last shift disappeared and even though johnny stayed for an extra 30 minutes there was another 30 minutes waiting

and all the remaining club members were either gone or already had a shift

so jaehyun was panicking

“i guess i’ll do it myself” jaehyun declares, gaining the attention of the whole club

“what dude are you okay with that??? i know how awkward you get around girls okay” johnny starts

“SHUTUP JOHNNY I’LL BE Fine…it’s only 30 minutes anyways” jaehyun says with red ears as he makes his way towards the booth

the whole club is just staring at him in awe

next thing you know, johnny turns around with a mischievous smirk as he yells out

“GET IN LINE FOR OUR FINAL KISSER! JUNG JAEHYUN, THE DIMPLED PRINCE!”

cue jaehyun cursing johnny endlessly in his head

but hey, it worked

a lot of people ended up rushing over that the crowd was getting hard to handle

jaehyun could only stare at the crowd in horror

your friends happened to be walking by and they saw the crowd, so of course they had to check it out

cue yourself getting irritated as you ended up getting dragged into the mess

“ok nose goes into the kissing booth!” one of your friends started, cueing the rest of your friends to put their fingers on their noses

and of course, you are the last one

“you guys better pay me for this” you rolled your eyes as you held out your hands

they all placed their spare change before pushing you over to the line

you tapped your foot impatiently, glad that the line was going by pretty fast

jaehyun just gave out soft and smol pecks, which was enough to satisfy the whole population

his ears were burning the whole time, and he felt his face cramping up from all the smiles

sooo they ended up not letting anybody else queue after you, meaning you would be the last person to SMOOCH JAEHYUN

fast forward to the breaking of the crowd as most people are heading out since the festival is basically over

you slowly trudged up the steps and met jaehyun’s tired gaze as he looked at you with a polite smile

you felt bad for the dude, you knew how he was from sharing several classes with him

you always seen him keep to himself or with his other friends, and you’ve noticed how awkward he gets when girls would flirt with him like all the time

anyways you just gave him a sympathetic smile

“hey jaehyun, i probably don’t want to do this as much as you but let’s just get it over with as painless as possible, okay?” you spoke first, surprising him

he was surprised because he didn’t expect to see you at his booth, because he also noticed your introverted personality

and also because of how done you were with the festival since you really looked like you wanted to leave

“yeah of course, you are the last one anyways so i’m relieved” he responded with that DANG DIMPLED SMILE

and lowkey you were like Oh my my heart but then you shook those thoughts straight out of your head

so when you leaned in you directed your gaze at your friends who were watching you eagerly because you felt shy staring at jaehyun who was staring deeply at you

when he saw you look somewhere else he also looked over there just because he was curious LOL

which led to you guys not paying attention and your lips brushed against his cheek while his did the same to yours

and then you both jumped back in surprise because you guys weren’t expecting that sensation of each others cheeks LOL

you both just kinda giggled at the situation and looked at each other, waiting for one to speak

your hearts were also beating fast because that was highkey awkward but highkey cute

“so…should we try that again?” jaehyun speaks up first, staring at you

“uh sure! if you want, because i mean that could technically count as a kiss since you like kissed my cheek and i don’t really care but-“ you rambled

“let’s do it again, and this time, let’s actually look at each other” jaehyun interrupted your ramble with a soft laugh

he stared at you with a soft look in his eyes and you were just shy from his gaze and awkwardly nodded

at your response his had a soft smile on his face as he slowly moved closer, not tearing his eyes from yours

and unlike with all the other people he kissed, his hand lightly held the side of your face when you got close enough which made your heart beat even HARDER than it already was

and then you guys kissed!!!

it was like sparks were flying, and it wasn’t a peck this time! it was an actual deep kiss!

all you could think about was how nice jaehyun’s lips felt on yours, and he was thinking similarly

suddenly it was just like it was the two of you in that moment, and you both were savoring each other’s touch

even though you guys were nothing but mere acquaintances, there just seemed to be a deeper connection between you

and it was definitely felt by the both of you in that kiss

you guys finally pulled away after people started hollering

but jaehyun still had his hand on your face and you guys remained facing very close to each other

you both just gazed at each other for a bit longer, feeling your faces heat up and hearts beat faster

“ALRIGHT THAT DOES IT PEOPLE SHOW’S OVER BOOTH’S CLOSED EVERYBODY PLEASE GO HOME” Johnny yells over the new crowd that gathered

and that finally snapped you two out of it as jaehyun quickly retreated his hand and you both jumped back

the kiss felt so different from any other kisses and now that you were back to normal, you guys didn’t really know how to react

“so…. uhh i’ll see you in class?” you said with an awkward hand rubbing your neck

“y-yeah! i’ll see you tomorrow!!” he spoke with his BURNING RED ears as he mimicked your action

so then you ran back to your friends who were still hollering about that kiss you guys shared

jaehyun found himself in the same shoes as the whole club was giving him an earful about what happened

all the talk about the kiss made the moment replay in your minds, as you both let out a shy smile at the thought with a beating heart and burning cheeks

one thing for sure to change though, is the popularity of the kissing booth AND jaehyun’s new seat next to you in lectures ;-)

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misfxts · 7 years

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Anger || Ichisada drabble

Kinda inspired by this song. And this one too.

*TW for torture (?)

She doesn’t know why it happened, nor does she care. This little insect tried to rat her out to the police, and she’s going to make sure he doesn’t plan on pulling that little stunt on her again.

For context, Ichisada was approached by this man, said he was referred to her by another one of her regulars for her talents. She thought this man was real good for a potential client. Seemed interested in her business and was willing to invest in her, make her grow and maybe even expand the building she worked out of.

That is, until she told him the pricing.

Now, he ordered quite a lot. Or rather, he was planning on ordering a lot. It seemed like he forgot to look at how much each thing cost, because when she tallied it all up and told him what he’d be paying, plus how he would have to pay in advance. He got pretty pissed.

“What the fuck! You should lower your prices, how the hell does my buddy afford this shit?”

“Well, I make good products and they practically pay for them--”

“Shut UP. I don’t wanna hear it. I changed my mind, I’m not buying from you, fuck you. Stupid bitch.”

...Well, the bitch part was a little unnecessary and uncalled for. But people do stupid things when they’re angered.

Ichisada frowns. Closes her pocket book, slipping it back into her pocket and grabbing her phone.

“I guess that’s your choice..no skin off of my back. Maybe we can try this again someday--”

Ichisada looks up and notices him entering a phone number into his phone.

“...Who are you calling?”

“I am calling the police.” He says, rather triumphantly. “Reporting this illegal dealing like any good citizen would!”

Okay, fuck what he said earlier, this is an overreaction! She can’t have this guy exposing her over a bad deal! (Or lack thereof). Ichisada had to think quickly..

Ichisada gets up and charges at him, knocking the phone out of his hands..the phone clattering and sliding away from them. Now Ichisada has this man thoroughly pinned to the floor.

“Sorry, can’t have the police on my ass. You know how it is.”

Ichisada says before slugging the man hard enough to put him unconscious.

When the man wakes up next. He finds himself tied to a chair with a cloth bag on his head. He begins to panic and try and struggle out of his restraints.

“Oh! Good, you’re awake. Finally..” Ichisada’s voice rings out, she pulls the bag off the man. Revealing that the pair are in a room that the man can’t quite figure out where it is.

He also notices that Ichisada is holding a tire iron loosely in her hand.

“H-hey...be cool girl..I-I didn’t mean to call you a bitch, honest! I-it just slipped out--!”

Ichisada is silent for a bit, mulling over what the other has said in her mind, nodding.

“Apology accepted...but that’s not what this ass-beating’s for.”

The tire iron strikes the man’s knee. Prompting a howl of pain from the man. It didn’t seem to be enough force to break it, but goddammit, it hurt!

“No..this ass-beating is for trying to call the cops on me. All because you’re a greedy bastard who’d rather hold onto a bunch of little paper rectangles ‘cause they make his dick a little bit bigger!” Ichisada slams the tire iron into the other knee, causing the same howl of pain erupt from the man.

“Gaaah--!! Okay, okay! I’m sorry for that t-too...god, please don’t fucking hurt me!”

“Hmm..that doesn’t sound very genuine...and I did plan on staying here with you for a bit...sooo...no. Apology not accepted.”

Ichisada begins to slam the tire iron against the man’s chest, head and arms. Getting quite a lot of interesting noises from the man...She even manages to draw a little bit of blood! And that seemed to be a good stopping point for Ichisada. She didn’t want to kill the poor guy, she just wanted to hurt him a bit, and it looked she achieved that.

Breathing heavy from that little ‘exercise’, Ichisada tosses the tire iron aside and steps forward. Placing a heeled boot down between his legs and grabbing his hair, lifting his head up to look at her.

“..You know, I think I’m a little more inclined to accept that apology now...”

“Haah...haah...I-I’m sorry..I’m so fucking sorry...I won’t rat you out, I promise..!”

Ichisada lets the man’s head droop back down, stepping back with a pleased smile on her face.

“Apology accepted~!” She says, in an sickeningly sweet tone. “...But I’m afraid you can’t go just yet.”

“W-what?! What the hell, crazy bitch!” Another quick mood turn for the man. “I apologized, I let you beat me w-with a fucking tire iron! What more could you want from me?!”

“Oh, I got what I wanted out of you..” Ichisada says, looking off into the distance. “...Your buddy on the other hand, hasn’t gotten his turn yet.”

The sound of footsteps that didn’t belong to Ichisada began to ring out in the room until the person that the steps did belong too stepped out of the shadows. Judging by the tied up man’s face, it was indeed his friend.

“Wh....what the hell ___?!” He shouts, causing Ichisada to chuckle.

“Haha...yeah, see...your buddy seems to have a lot more respect for me then you.” Ichisada starts giving her respectful client a pat on the shoulder. “...And when I told him of that little stunt you tried to pull? He was...awfully disappointed in you..”

She claps her hands together. “So! He’s gonna show you how much disrespecting me pissed him off...and help you make good on your apology on not ratting me out again! He’s a really great friend, you should be thankful that he likes second chances and all..”

The tied up man’s eyes widen, and there is a distinct darkening around the crotch of his pants. Ichisada and her client stared on with disappointed looks on their faces.

“Dude...That’s just pathetic..” Ichisada says, shaking her head.“...Well, I’d love to stay and watch..but I got some orders to tend too...from people that actually understand that running this kind of business ain’t cheap and pay me the money to make it happen...later. ___, take it easy, alright? Thanks for helping me take him here and shit too.”

Ichisada gives the client a pat on the back, with the client giving a nod and saying his goodbye to Ichisada. Then he moves towards his friend tied to the chair as Ichisada heads for the exit.

What wonders can happen when you offer a discount to one of your best clients.

#booze babe; (ic)#can it kasy; (drabbles)#long post #ask to tag /

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agirlhasnonamehotd · 7 years

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Designated Driver

Mark x MC

With appearances from Cole, Horatio, and Ben

(I’m so sorry I’ve been missing from the LH world. It was Homecoming week, and I’ve been swamped with work… but I managed to write this short fic. I’m still working on rewriting Chapter 3 of Book 1…but enjoy this in the meantime!)

It’s 3:00 a.m. when you finally get the call. You roll over and grab your cell phone.

Mark.

“Babe?” you answer sleepily.

“Wha…what…d-don’t call me baaabe”

There’s rambling in the background. You recognize Ben and Cole’s voices.

Oh, boy.

“Hello?” you say patiently.

“H…shhhh, quiet you guuuys…. Hi is this Uber?”

No, jackass, this is your girlfriend-you want to say. However, in the depths of the early morning hours, you’re feeling particularly wicked. Your mouth curls into a mischievous grin.

“Why yes, it is,” you reply, “Do you need service?”

“WHOA…whoa, lady,” Mark slurs his warning, “Calm down with the service…we need…rides.”

“Okay, sir. Where are you?”

“We’re…guys, where are we?”

You sit up in bed and roll your eyes as you hear the three of them trying to make sense of their surroundings. You know where they are – Mark told you he was having boy’s night at the usual spot. You also know he must be shitfaced if he confused your number for the Uber App.

“We’re…at….at the Double Tap,” he finally answers. “Be there shortly,” you say

Once you hang up you rub your hands together. You feel like you did when you were five in a candy store: This will be a treat. From your closet you pull a pair of glasses and a blond wig – part of last year’s Halloween costume. You put them on along with an old college sweatshirt. One look in the mirror, plus knowing how wasted they are, confirms they won’t notice a thing.

Driving to the bar you are in good spirits. It’s not often you get an opportunity like this. When you get there, you see them.

It’s hard not to.

Ben, Mark, and Cole all attempting to breakdance on the sidewalk. Chaperoned by Horatio. You know it’s horrible. You know. But you pull out your phone and take a quick video. Blackmail.

When you get out of the car and approach them, Horatio does a double take. You put your finger to your lips and wink; he understands.

“Uber transportation for Mark Collins?” you say in a bored, tired sort of voice.

Mark gets up from a bad attempt at floor rocking and nearly falls back over. He looks at you sideways and blinks several times.

“That’s…that’s me,” he points to himself, “I’m …. that dude.”

You point to your car and directly avoid Horatio’s stare. If you look at him you’ll dissolve into a giggle fit. This is too good. You watch the boys stumble towards your car. Ben tries to open the car door. And tries. And tries.

“Ben,” Horatio calls to him, “that’s the gas compartment!”

Ben looks at it for several seconds before moving his hand to the actual handle. He opens the door and throws it open with such force it makes you flinch. The three practically climb over each other to get into the backseat. When they close the door you see Cole press his face to the window. Horatio then turns to you.

“Dani, what are you doing?” he asks.

“If I must be D.D,” you explain, “I might as well have a little fun.”

You expect Horatio to express dissent. However, when you turn around and Cole now has his ass pressed to the glass he nods.

“Are the child safety locks on?”

“Nope, I want to see at least one of them tuck and roll from the car,” you respond in jest.

“I want to hear this tale tomorrow,” he says to you with a small smile.

You give Horatio a pat on the shoulder and go back to the car. Once you ensure your passengers are wearing seatbelts (it takes Mark three tries and a pinched finger) you head first to Ben’s place.

“So, gentlemen,” you begin casually, “did you have a good evening?”

“Oh…we…. yes. That’s a yes,” Ben nods vigorously.

“We…are…we’re….” Cole laughs at himself “motherfucking legends. Youuuu…. lady… are driving….l…legends.”

In the rearview mirror you see Cole attempt to high five Mark. Instead, he hits him in the face. Mark screams bloody murder.

“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, dude…,” he cries out, “that hurt…you…you broke my face! How will D…D…Dani like me now?”

At this you smile. Mark’s face is fine, but he claws at it as if he’s been mauled.

“Mr. Collins, who is Dani?” You ask curiously.

The back seat gets quiet. You see the three boys look at each other.

“Dani’s my girl…person,” he says with a drunken grin.

“But you’re not like…exclusive, are you, handsome?” you say suggestively.

Ben scoffs from the backseat. Cole looks outraged. But Mark? Mark gets this soft look on his inebriated face.

“I…a-am…off the…market,” he stutters, “We are…ex…ex… you can’t have me.”

“Dani’s the bestest,” Ben adds in, “trust me, I kinda know see when…M…Mark and her were…well before they were …”

“Ben Ben Ben,” Cole spits out, “do…don’t talk about that time you bent Dani ov- “

“WHOA!” Mark interjects holding his hands over his ears. You are intensely grateful for this.

“Guys…guys…” he says. He then looks at you through the rearview mirror. Though his eyes are bleary from the alcohol, you see purpose in them.

“Dani…. Dani’s like…my bff…and my gf…she’s…like…. she’s like my….”

“Sex goddess?” Cole fills in with a hiccup.

“Well…that tooooooo,” Mark agrees, “but she’s so…. special…and I just love her…so so much…”

You hear a sniffle from the back seat. Ben. With a tear slipping down his face.

“That’s…. sooo beautiful man,” he murmurs as he wipes his face.

“Yeah…but…but let’s not forget that boooodaayyyy,” Cole sings drunkenly, “she’s so scrumptious- OW”

Mark punches Cole’s arm. Hard.

“Don’t… you talk about her like that.”

You feel Mark’s eyes on the back of your head.

“L…listen lady,” he says pointedly, “I’m fl…fl…it’s cool you think I’m attr…hot, but…I’m a one-man woman.”

It takes everything in you to refrain from laughing.

“I understand, sir.”

Shortly after you arrive at Ben’s apartment complex. He tips you, and crawls up the steps to the front door. After three attempts with his keys he finally gets in. From there it’s a short drive to Mark and Cole’s place; most of it is spent with the two attempting to sing the theme song from Cheers. It’s mostly gibberish. Finally, you reach their complex. You stop the car and turn around in your seat.

“This Dani sounds like a lucky woman,” you muse.

“No….wroooonggg…” Mark declares with a forceful head shake, “I’m luck…lucky. She’s my world.”

He looks at you and then at Cole, who is fumbling with the door. At last Cole gets it open and the two exit with difficulty. You get out to watch them – afraid of them falling down the steps. As they open the door Mark turns and waves.

“Nighty night Uber lady!” he exclaims.

And then he’s gone.

You stand out there a few minutes; pull the wig from your head. A huge smile spreads across your face. Laughter and a good joke were your goals for the evening. Instead, even in his drunken state, Mark’s left you with that warm, fuzzy feeling of which he is a master.

Eventually you get back to your place and crawl into bed. You find it hard to sleep, though, because his words replay in your head.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next afternoon, Mark appears at your door. He’s in sweats, holding his head, looking a little worse for the wear. You open the door wide and watch him walk past you and plop down on the sofa. He groans when his head hits the pillow.

“Rough night?” you ask him.

His only response is to nod and pat the cushion beside him. You follow his gesture and as soon as you’re beside him, his head is on your lap. He places a hand on your knee and lets out a content whimper when you massage his temple.

“I…will never drink again,” he mutters.

“Well, that’s a lie,” you laugh, “what happened?”

“Cole …. seven rounds of red Herring.”

“None of you pulled a Jack of Hearts, did you?” you tease.

Mark groans again.

“Dani…I love you,” he replies, “but for that I kind of hate you.”

You smile down at the precious, hungover, hunk of man.

“Anything else happen?”

Mark opens his eyes and squints against the light, deep in thought.

“Yeah…actually,” he muses, “our Uber driver hit on me.”

You do your best to sound surprised.

“What?! Was it a dude?!”

“No, a chick…blond….and she asked me if I was available, sorta,” he tells you.

“Oh, that’s awkward,” you respond with a chuckle.

Mark turns over on his back and looks straight up at you. He reaches up and touches your cheek; presses his fingertips to your lips. You kiss them gently.

“It was, but …I told her I have the perfect woman. I don’t need anyone or anything else.”

The words warm your heart all over again. Mark sits up momentarily to kiss you; then flops right back onto your lap. You spend the afternoon caressing his face and playing with his hair as he slips in and out of slumber. It hits you as you watch him smile in his sleep. Whether Mark is drunk, hungover, or sober… You’re certain. You are his world just as much as he is yours. Life will always be amazing with him in it.

#pixelberry #play choices #choices the stories you play #lovehacks #lovehacks mark #mark collins #lovehacks cole #lovehacks ben #mark x mc

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cal-puddies · 7 years

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Repercussions of the Ramifications: Pt Huit

Your hands shook out of excitement and nerves.

You and Luke were finally doing it, you were getting your friends together, introducing them, finally.

Since you spent 90% of your time at Luke’s, he said you’d have it at his place.

“What if they don’t like each other?” you ask, looking panicked as Luke set out different liquors on the counter.

“Babe, my friends love you, your friends love me… there’s no way they won’t get along… although, Ash really isn’t going to like Paige.” Luke pulls you to him, holding your shoulders so he could have your undivided attention.

“I barely like Paige, that's fine.” you laugh.

“Everything is going to be fine, my love.” He reassures, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to your forehead.

“I love you, Luke.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him.

And you can practically hear his heart thudding in his chest. He’d waited 2 months to hear you say that, and now here you are, he thought you were saying it too casually.

“What! You don't get to say that like it's nothing!” He protests.

“Luke! You should know by now, if I'm saying those words to you, it's not nothing.” You playfully smack his shoulder. He feigns pain and you both chuckle.

“I love you baby girl.” His lips press firmly against your forehead. “I'm excited to finally get everyone together!” He exclaims. His long arms wrap around you and he holds you tight against him. He rests his chin on your head, “we could cancel and do this all night.” He whispers.

“No chance in hell… I spent all day getting your house ready for this.” You laugh.

The two of you stay close for another five minutes and then Luke pulls away. “No pouting.” He warns before looking down at you. “That's cheating! I need to change and get the music going.”

“Can I come with you?” You ask, hopeful look on your face.

“No trouble!” He warns, turning to walk to his bedroom. You follow, reaching up to grab his hand.

“I'll be good! I need to get ready too.” You grin.

“You could wear that and still be the most beautiful girl in the room.” Luke shakes his head.

You collapse on the bed and watch Luke change into a button down. He pulls it over his broad shoulders and leaves it hanging open while he shifts around in the drawers for a pair of jeans. “What are you wearin babe?” He asks, turning his attention to you as he pulls his shorts off and replaces them with jeans.

“I dunno. I should probably shower…” you say, picking at your shirt and looking out the window.

Luke grins and leans over you, letting most of his weight rest on you. He presses his lips to yours, “I could join you.”

“You said no trouble… and that definitely sounds like trouble.” You wink and kiss him, tucking a hand behind your head. “You'll have to let me up.”

“Can I pick a dress for you?” He asks, almost excited.

“Yep. I suppose. Just remember all of your friends will be here, and Ashton likes to get flirty…”

“I'm fine with that, because you'd never.” He rolls off of you.

And that was true, you were perfectly happy with Luke. In fact, you'd never been happier.

“Hey, my ex is coming.” You say nonchalantly, pushing yourself off of the bed and stripping your shirt off. Luke is off of the bed and following you into the bathroom.

“Excuse me?” He raises an eyebrow, “why am I just hearing of this?”

“Paige invited him. Apparently they're friends.” You shrug, turning on the water.

Luke pulls you into him, kissing you hard.

“Hey mr. jealous. You've got nothing to worry about.” You assure.

“I have half the mind to get in the shower with you to make sure you don't forget it.” He chuckles.

“Luke… I've honestly never been happier.” You admit, wrapping your arms around him and looking up. “Plus, I heard that girl he cheated on me with gave him chlamydia sooo… I'm not like eager to get back with that.”

Luke squishes your face between his hands and kisses your nose. “How does anyone cheat on you? You're so cute!”

You both laugh and you shrug and then pull away. “Ok mister! I have to shower!” You exclaim, gently pushing him out.

When you get out of the shower, you can hear Luke off somewhere else, singing to himself. He'd set a dress on the bed for you though.

You grinned because it was the one he'd been so in love with the one time you'd worn it in front of him around your six months. You slipped it on and quickly ran toward the sound of Luke’s voice. “Zip me please!” You giggle, turning your back to him.

His fingers linger on your skin before he pulls the zipper up. He kisses the back of your neck before you drop your hair.

He spins you around. “I've been thinking… would you like to move in? I know your lease is coming up… thought it'd be a good time?”

You quirked an eyebrow, you weren't expecting that at all. “Wow… Luke… that's a big step.”

“And we should discuss it. Sorry, I jumped the gun.” He admitted.

“Know that I'm not saying “no.” We just need to discuss it, ok?” You ask, wanting to reassure him.

“I know baby, I know. Go finish your hair and makeup.” He grinned. Slightly patting your butt as you turn away.

You grin over your shoulder and wink at him.

You and Luke guess right, Ashton did not like Paige one bit, and now that he was drunk, he was very open about it.

Him and Paige were at each other's throats and you really couldn't handle it anymore. Luke intervened and swept you away.

“They're adults. They’ll handle it themselves.” He whispered.

“What happened to Jessica?” you ask, giving him a knowing wink, she had been hanging on him all night, being very flirty.

You had made strides in knowing Luke was for you, and only you, but he’d also made a point to show you that whenever possible. You had become comfortable with how he was anymore.

“Well i escaped to rescue you when she stopped to get a drink.” he explained. Luke slung his arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. He was looking over the top of your head and you glance to the side to see what he’s staring at. Your ex was making eyes at you while talking to one of the girls that Luke had invited.

You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to Luke. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you.” he said, lowly, only for you to hear.

Your hand slid on his neck and you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him. “Good thing i'm not looking at him then.” you wink.

Luke grins and his eyes don't leave you, but when his hands slip to your ass, you know he's trying to show your ex that you’re all his.

“You’re handsy today, Luke.” you giggle, pulling him closer to you with your arms around his neck.

“It’s because i like knowing i took these moments when i'm on the road and don’t get them.” he assures, kissing you lightly.

“Ok… you two have only been near each other for no more than five minutes but i'm already tired of watching this.” Cal interrupts. He reaches out to you and grabs your wrist and pulls you off of Luke, “You’re coming with me… and you,” he turns his eyes to Luke, “Go deal with your jealousy.” he chuckles, gently dragging you away.

“How have things been?” Cal asks, pulling you out back so he can smoke a cigarette, and get some privacy.

“Good! He… uhh.. He asked me to move in today.”

“Oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow and takes a hit off his cigarette. “How’d that go? What with your semi commitment issues and his need to commit immediately?”

“Commitment issues?” you quirk an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, I would definitely say so. Any reason to run and you’ve tried.” he nods.

“Calum!?”

“I’m just saying… but tell me more about Kate. She seems sweet.” he grins.

“She seems sweet because she wants to bone you.” you huff, displeased with the subject change.

Cal throws the cigarette on the ground and steps on it, putting it out before he picks it up and drops it in his now empty can. He slings his arm around your shoulders and guides you back inside. “Well hook a dude up, then!”

“I’m pretty sure you don’t need any help on that one!” You chuckle. “Just go talk to her.” You lightly shove him in that direction.

In a surprising turn of events, Paige and Ashton were now sucking face on Luke's couch.

“It's gross if you watch it too long.” Luke comments, coming up beside you and resting a hand on your back.

“I wasn't expecting that.” You admit.

“Well. It seems like this has been successful.” Luke said, grinning over at you.

“That it does.” There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you. “You really want me to move in?” You ask, turning to fully look at him.

“Yes, actually. And I'm gone so much that it wouldn't really seem like we lived together for most of the time, it'd just be like it is now for a little while.” He pauses. “I love coming home to you, it's my favorite thing in the world. Seeing you all comfy in my bed, in nothing but my shirt. It makes my heart thud.” he smiles. “I like you here.”

“Well, i like being here.” You stand on your toes and peck his lips. Luke slips his fingers in your hair and he gently pulls you closer so he can kiss you deeper.

“Then move in.” he whispers.

“I’ll go home and start packing… tomorrow.” you grin.

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#repercussions of the ramifications #luke hemmings #luke imagine #5sos #5sos imagine #calum hood #hemmo #but cal #part 8 #cass #sorry this took so long #they move in together

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aerostoriesforyouall · 4 years

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The Boy Gives Life &... (ep. 4 part 2)

part 2

- Ha, with big powers come big responsibilities, uh, Charlie? – says Julia, delivering a disposable cup full of water to the owner of said powers; he, who was sitting, leaning against the wall of their class – If you need anything else, “little Charlie”, you can just say, since I have a lot of energy, you know?

- This sounds like envy... – Sayuri comments quietly to Lacinho.

She, who agrees, and disguise a giggle.

- So, Charlie...? Is that it...? – Rodrigo approaches the boy with powers – I notice that the “cotton-candy lady” could fly... is it possible to create humans with powers?

- ‘Itcanhappen’... I have no control... – Charlie answers.

- Oh yeah... ok... well, I still wanna try something I thought after you created the cloud lady there... – Rodrigo gives a wrapped bubblegum to the boy with powers – I want you to do the same thing with this gum, can you do that?

Charlie accepts the bubblegum and the request.

- I see, are you some kind of deadbeat now, man? – Sayuri comments.

- Ah, for friends it’s not necessary to pay, right?

- It wasn’t necessary until yesterday, but wouldn’t it be bett...

- Guys, relax, this ain’t a country government – says Lacinho.

- ...Well, you do have a point... – both of the kids who were discussing comment simultaneously.

Now some time has passed; the bell rings; now it was another class...

Charlie and his friends were on their room, hearing the explanation from the teacher... meanwhile, Shirley and “Big Leandro” were on the enormous principal’s office; the principal, herself was sleeping with a magazine on her face...

The “paçoca boy” was doing push ups, and the “cotton candy lady” was reading another magazine while above “her cloud”.

-PRINCIPAAAAAAAAAAAALLLL!! – a girl enters the room by kicking the door and screaming; she was holding another girl student by her shirt collar – She gave me a sour bubblegum!

- [gagh][gh][Pta!] – the principal manages to spit the magazine that she accidentally swallowed when scared by the girl – Urgh... What is it, Maria...? Urgh... ...Maria...?

The “screeching girl” was looking at Shirley...

- Ah... so that thing you said to my parents, or to everyone’s parents... was actually true...? – this Maria asks to the principal – Is there really a boy who can give life to ‘stuff’?

- Can you please let me go...? – asks the girl who was being held by her collar.

- Yes, it’s true, “Misscreecher” – answers Shirley – At least according to the principal there, me and “Mister-Paçoca”, we are humans created by...

- THAT’S AWESOME!! – screams the “Misscreecher”, scaring everyone again; she then shakes the colleague that she was holding while screaming to her – LISTEN UP! IF YOU ASK FOR ‘THE GUY’ TO MAKE A HUMAN OUT OF YOUR SOUR BUBBLEGUM, I’LL FORGET WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME!!

- Uhh... aaa... my ear is ringing... – says the colleague, who then covers the “screaming girl’s” mouth, after noticing she would start to scream again – For the love of God, girl, can’t you just speak like a normal human being? I’ll pay for him to do that if you just stop screaming...

The bell rings again; but this time, it was break time...

- Fifty eight... fifty nine... and boom! Two and a half hours – says Rodrigo, who then puts his cellphone back to his pocket, and says to Charlie – Can you do a human from this bubblegum?

- Wouldn’t be better if we did that in a place where there’s very few people? – Sayuri questions, when then, she looks better to the students around – Well, actually they look more curious than interest-wait, is he actually going to do that here?

- Charlie do not care for these things, Sayuri – says Julia.

The boy unwrapped the gum... he then touches it... there was a crowd watching, as he throws the “candy” upwards; it starts to get distorted... and becomes Wellington; a man with pink hair and goatee beard; he wore social shirt, pants and shoes... mosto f the girls around get admired by him.

- Oh dear, did I do something innapropriate to have these looks...? – asks the “bubblegum man”.

- He talks sooo fancy... – most of the girls comment, in a passionate tone.

- Ehh...

- He just has a beard, not beauty – Rodrigo comments, while crossing his arms.

- Excuse me, excuse me, I’m just passing by – says the girl, who gave the sour gum to the other girl; this other girl also belonged to the group of the girls in love – Hi there, you must be the dude who can give life to stuff, right?

Charlie confirms that with his head.

- Alright, ok, here you go – she hands to him a bubblegujm with many colors, along with two bucks – I made sure to pay you and combine many of these gums; I’m indeed curious...

- Ok... – Charlie do the same proccess that he has done with the bubblegum from before...

The “candy”; before falling on the floor, it becomes Stephany; a woman with coloured hair that covered her right eye; her hair had two pigtails. She wore a short tank top with very thin shoulder straps; this shirt ended torn under her chest, leaving all her belly exposed. She also wore short jeans also torn, but torn under her thighs. She had a black sneakers with socks that clearly were too large to her feet.

Of course, almost all of the boys there fell in love; with the exception of Charlie.

- What are you morons staring at me? My eyes are up here, you know?. – says the “bubblegum lady”.

Charlie kneels down, being visibly tired once again...

- Oh damn, are you okay, boy? – she approaches him to help.

- Wait a minute, lady – the coordinator stops her, saying then to the two new humans – You two, please, come with me.

- Alright, madam, it’s better that than those boys who can’t look at me in the eyes – says Stephany.

- “Madam”?? Madam your... – the bell rings, censoring what she has really said. After the bell stops ringing, she “cleans her throat”, and completes – Please, you two, follow me tom y office; and about you, students, you all are going to class.

- But... – a student says.

- NOW!! – the coordinator screams, showing a giant paper popper.

In the blink of na eye, almost everyone was in their classroom; with the exception of Julia, Rodrigo and Charlie; who was being helped by his friends.

In a moment, everyone was in their classrooms.

- Come with me – says the coordinator to the two new humans.

They follow her to the principal’s office.

Inside the classroom o four gang, it was a chãos, as it was expected, since the teacher wasn’t there yet; the only ones who weren’t “making a mess” were the ones from our gang... by the window, Lacinho and Sayuri enter the class, and quickly sit on her chair, while the doll stays on her owner’s desk.

- Where have you gone? – asks Julia.

- We were spying the principal’s office, they were talking about something, even before knowing about the creation of the two new humanoids there – says Sayuri.

- And we have found out that the fellas created by Charlie will have to work here or something alike; we couldn’t hear everything – Lacinho finishes.

- We can have new teachers with that! – says them both, giving each other a high-five.

The teacher enters the class.

It will be continued in part 3

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ouijasurfboard-blog · 7 years

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a very first-drafty sample chapter from the middle of EACAG

Chapter 39: A Blanket Fort of Nonsense

(because of tumblr formatting, things previously in italics may no longer appear as such. gee, that sucks. hopes it still reads okay thanks for reading

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Cody burst from the shadows and into the streetlight, clothes sodden and dripping, thinning hair pinned to his face. His left eye was squinted by a swelling purple bruise and his lip had been torn open. His hands were bloody, half of them clutching his ribs. Furthermore, and most importantly, he’d lost his glasses. “The hell happened to you?” He stumbled forward, gathered himself, and put a hand on the streetlight to keep steady. “Ellie—have you been following me?” There was stagger in his voice as well as his balance. “Dude, no, I—” “Stop following me! God! I’m never alone! Why is everyone obsessed with me? It’s like, ew, I can feel you staring. Sorry. We were having a good time, and then I threw up on you with words. I’m so sorry.” He hunched over and vomited off the curb. “Ew. Anyway. It’s cool that you were following me. I get it. Sorry for freaking out. You’re like… my cool, wacky mom who’s younger than me.” My idiot son wasn’t done vomiting. I moved closer. “Cody, buddy, baby, your glasses—” “Sooo, here’s what happened. Did I interrupt you? Sorry. Don’t care. I mean, I do care, but, like, oh right, so, my glasses. So here’s what happened to my glasses. I was out with the boys.” Cody definitely met all of these boys no more than eight hours ago. “And we were at this club, then the song comes on, you know the one, and then I sing along, and everyone’s like ‘woah Cody we didn’t know you were bleeblerhblerhwhatever’ because I don’t, anyway, so this girl is like, ‘blerhblerh hey youuuerrr good singer me and the ladies going to a karaoke bar’ and I was like, ‘hell YEAH’ so I get in this van, and they’ve got like beads and shit and erm-ermpheta-amphetamines and at first I’m like, ‘naaaw dude’ but then they’re like, ‘yaaaw, dude’ and so I’m gonna, but they, so like, my badge, my fake badge, ‘aaagh oh shit a cop’ so I get the SHIT kicked out of me by this old guy and these three girls and this HUGE guy, and I’m coughing up blood but THEN the BOYS show up, drag me back to the first club, and then I’m like, to uh, the bartender, ‘hey can I a doubleblerhblerhblerh’ and she’s like ‘duude yourr fuckin face go to a mirror’ so I go to the bathroom and my face is straight fucked to shit, Ellen, and, uh, like, my glasses, where are they, not on my face, that’s where, but it’s party time let’s go beast mode so I pound a few with the boys and then they’ve got this shit that’s on fire but the fire’s purple but so like what the fuck and I get something called a curb stomp and that might be where I went wrong but anyway so me and Ian are outside wrestling and I’m punching him and he’s punching me and I punch him in the face and I hear this crack and I’m like oh shit I just fucked up his face forever bye so I’m running and the boys are chasing me and I think I lost them a few blocks ago? Who knows anyway I missed you.” His whole body began titling forward, and I put a hand on him to keep the pavement from flying upwards into his already sufficiently fucked face. “So, how many boys are there, total?” He counted on his fingers, muttering names to himself, lost count, swore, started again, and answered, “uhh… six?” Whilst contemplating my ability to somehow arrange the inconspicuous deaths of six people, what I had previously disregarded as over-vigorous rainfall turned to be foot steps fast encroaching. A man came into view from behind Cody, looking only half as frazzled but thrice as bloodthirsty. “HEY YOU! DEPRESSING HAIR GUY!” Cody’s eyes went wide as insert tired simile. He grabbed me by the shoulders. “I AM GOING TO DIE.” I took his wrist and bolted. I made it about five steps dragging him as a sack of half-blind whining meat before realizing we wouldn’t get anywhere. That he had managed to evade anyone at all was a miracle. The man tore Cody away from me and forced him against a wall by his neck. It all happened at once: I went for his eyes with my fingernails, he booted me in the shin, I took his ear in my teeth, he dropped Cody and kicked me in the ribs, I fell away with a bloody ear in my mouth, air having departed my lungs entirely. I thought sadly to myself, whoops Cody was right on this one. I clutched my ribs and curled up on the pavement. This massive pug-looking guy raised his foot to stomp the life from me when Cody’s fist emerged from the shadows like a hairy angel and, at the very least, distracted him momentarily. He recoiled his fist in pain, probably having shattered something if his agh! was any indicator. “I’m sorry. I’m very drunk and nerdy and skinny,” he said, wincing with every breath. Cody got himself socked in the gut. “Why are you doing this? I thought you didn’t like Ian.” “Your face annoys me. It’s a real punchable face.” Cody sighed. “Okay. I get it. So—” He stopped mid-sentence to vomit. The man raised his fist. “Nononowait! Just… thirty seconds. Oh my god. So, yeah, sorry about your shoes, and sorry about my face. It just came this way. And… you can punch it until it isn’t annoying, but please don’t hurt my dumb friend Ellen.” “Dude! She bit my ear off!” “Yeah, she’s really, really dumb. She’s so dumb that I bet she learned her lesson just from those ribs you broke. You don’t even need to break her legs or kill her. Also, she, like, only has one hand and stuff, and she’s like, super super short, so it wouldn’t really be a fair fight.” “You think I care?” Cody glanced down at me. “Ellen. Bernie. You gotta—” He was interrupted by another blow, but I took his meaning well enough. There was a scared little kid in danger out there, and this jowly cunt wasn’t going to stop me from finding him and then subsequently hugging him and never letting go again. I forced myself off the ground, drawing attention away from Cody long enough for him to just kick this dude right in the balls. He recoiled only just very briefly, which was nearly enough time to evade him, but not quite. He kneed Cody in the groin. I was on my feet and this point, and with a stroke of luck, managed to once again kick this dude in the balls before he plunged his fist into my gut. Everyone involved, at this point, was very angry and in pain. Unfortunately, drunk Cody lacked the manic superhuman strength of heroin Cody and even the admittedly subpar coordination of sober Cody, so our combined force didn’t amount to much. Fortunately, pug-boy’s testicles seemed to be in a pretty hefty state of distress, and I saw his determination begin to falter. Unfortunately, the pain only made him angrier, and the anger only made him punchier. “I’LL KILL YOU!” he screamed. I tugged Cody away. “You gotta run, dude,” I told him, as though it would persuade his balance to be more compliant. He tried his best. He really did. The large and shouting man was ever on our heels. I dug my fingers into Cody’s ridiculous flannel shirt and held on for (his) dear life. He stumbled on every slight abnormality in the sidewalk. Every bump, every crack, every shred of litter was a hurdle. In the seven years that we’d known each other, Cody had lost his glasses twice. Once after passing out at an otherwise underwhelming party to find them two days later sunk in a half-eaten nutrient slab, and the second time after accidentally leaving them at his then-girlfriend’s cell to retrieve them the following week when she finally found them behind her desk (one of many small unfortunate happenings that ultimately culminated in their breakup). Both times, their absence had put his life on halt. I swerved around a corner, dragging Cody, who’d become a tearful limping disaster. This wasn’t really the place to admit that I’d forgotten where I was. The hotel was definitely on the same plane of time and space as us, and if we were lucky, within the same ten mile radius, too. Finding it again was a matter of endurance and favour with our respective personal deities. Cody and I scrambled wildly from street to street, looping around familiar sign posts sometimes deliberately but sometimes definitely not deliberately and ultimately just getting ourselves more lost in an effort to lose slobbery hulking pug-boy. Cody was panting and heaving like he was in labour. I expected him to collapse at any moment, and I wasn’t entirely confident in my ability to lug around one hundred and twenty-four pounds of bored astigmatic stoner over my shoulders whilst also running for my life. As was to be expected at this point, a dumb idea occurred to me. I swerved into an alley, optimistically refusing to check over my shoulder, and flipped up the unfortunately crusty lid of a dumpster. “Hop over,” I said to a barely lucid Cody. His immediate reaction was to take advantage of the sudden interlude in our running to throw up. He had the good sense to wipe his mouth afterwards, at least. “What?” I slapped my hand against the dumpster in frustration. “The dumpster! Get it the dumpster!” He nodded slowly. “Dumpster… yeah… good thinking, Helen.” His eyes fluttered closed. I shook him by the shoulder. “I’m gonna boost you up, okay?” He nodded vigorously. “Boost me up, Scotty,” he said, drooling and struggling to keep awake. I clumsily took his foot with the one hand and propelled him upwards with all the strength of five determined meerkats. He tumbled into the dumpster like a sad domino made out of jelly. I followed after him and let the lid clatter shut over our heads, pinching my fingertips as it closed. “It’s dark and smelly in here,” whispered Cody. It was reassuring to hear that he hadn’t passed out. “It sure is, buddy.” “We have to find Bernie.” I took this matter very seriously. “Or die trying.” He patted his hand around until it landed on my shoulder. “Don’t die for a goat, Ella.” I shrugged. “Gotta die somehow.” He withdrew his hand. Time crawled by at a drugging pace. There wasn’t a comfortable way to sit in a dumpster. I waited, distracting myself with memories and hypotheticals, occasionally nudging Cody to make sure he wasn’t dead. After my awkwardly-positioned legs and the odd metal shape jutting into them became completely unbearable, I decided it was as good a time as any to leave. “Time to sneak out, huh?” It was hard to draw a coherent image of what his non-verbal cues might’ve been in the dark, but I assumed he was shrugging. “I guess,” he said. I slowly raised the dumpster lid. Cody’s arms flailed over the side and he dragged himself out, limbs moving in a fashion more akin to an octopus than a think-piece writer. “Oof,” he muttered, tailbone hitting the pavement. I followed after him, stopping to help him to his feet. “We’re good, right? Yeah. We’re good.” I glanced around, scanning every detail of our surroundings that wasn’t obscured by darkness. Maybe we weren’t good. There wasn’t really an effective metric by which to tell. “We’re so good,” I reassured him, making the mistake of patting him on the back. He shrunk away. “Agh! My ribs,” he whelped. “I’m so sorry. Oh my god. Are you okay?” He seemed stunned that I cared. “Uh… I guess I’m good.” He evidently was not good. “Like I said! We’re good! Totally good!” Cody pouted, lip trembling. He folded his arms and stared down at his feet. “I wanna go to bed,” he said, voice straining as is its wont before one breaks down into sobs. “I really just wanna go to bed. Where are we?” He sniffled and wiped his nose. “Everything hurts.” He kicked his toes into the side of the dumpster, biting back a sharp gasp of pain as the joints in his foot staggered and crunched. The dumpster didn’t seem to mind, much, at least. “I got beat up by so many different people. Is my face really that punchable?” Cody fixed his eyes on mine, waiting for an answer. His features were crusted with blood and tightened in just, like, the saddest frown. His already prominent eyebrows were spiked in odd directions by the fray and beaded with raindrops and sweat and blood. His busted lip had stopped bleeding but promised a scar that wouldn’t be, I don’t know, pleasant. The rainfall and the brawling had done nothing for an already unfortunate hair situation. The spots above his temples and on the back of his head where his hair had begun to abandon him entirely weren’t quite as obscured by the eccentric volume of the rest of his hair, having been flattened and soaked. The real essence of his punchability, I decided, came from his facial hair, which crawled all the way up his cheeks and down his neck and always looked vaguely unkempt in a flippant I don’t even care, I’m just so cool and aloof and stuff kind of way that really miffed some people. He just looked smug. And as long as we’re bashing Cody’s appearance, his ears were a little on the big side. On top of it all, he was naked without his glasses. Truly, the man who always resembled a sad, hipstery less-hairy ewok had become the saddest, hipsteriest less-hairy ewok ever to ewok sadly. He didn’t really need to hear all that. “Not at all.” Not to me, at least. “You’ve got a super normal face.” You’ve got weird eyebrows. I mean, I like ‘em, but, buddy… And your eyes are kinda sunken. “Don’t worry. You’re cute.” “I’m cute?” “Yes. Absolutely.” He sniffled. “But, like, just nerdy cute, right?” “Yeah. It’s the glasses.” “But I lost my glasses…” “That’s okay. You’re still stoner cute.” “Stoner cute isn’t a thing.” “Uh, yeah it is.” “Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Just, like, take a finger and fix your eyebrows.” He nodded and tried to smooth them into place. “Cool. Better.” I mean, his face was still bloody and swollen in places, but, eh. “Cool.” “Cool.” He sighed. “But, I’m not, like, hot, right?” “Eh.” He straightened his shirt. “Cool.” He swallowed another heavy breath to stop his quivering. “Cool cool.” Still unsure about his balance, I walked carefully and close so I needn’t reach far should he just, fuckin, like, fall right the fuck over. The buildings weren’t so unfamiliar now that they were more than just a blur in my periphery. We had made it more than a few blocks away from the hotel, but we hadn’t gotten ourselves as hopelessly lost as I had feared. We were just normal lost. “How bad’s your vision?” I asked. He looked down at me, face pale and still a little shell-shocked. “Like, bad.” “’Kay, but, like, bad bad or just straight fuckin blind.” “Uhh… I can’t read, can’t do details or things that are far away or things with small parts or operate machinery or coordinate well or grab things or write… uh… Actually, I probably could read if the letters were really big, but, uh, yeah. That’s it.” He would periodically reach to adjust glasses that weren’t there, dropping his hand sadly upon being reminded. Finding them became more immediately imperative than whatever other bullshit we were up to. Something to do with an organ harvester? Who knows. Bottom line was that Cody was, while not useless and still better company than no company (sixty percent of the time, at least), in very desperate need of his dumb thick-rimmed trendy-ten-years-ago glasses. “Can you still contact your optometrist guy?” “Optometrist? Dude, no, okay, shut up, it’s a good story, though, listen. So, I was walking… this was like, twelve years ago? Oh shit, I’m old… so, uh, I was walking… I already had glasses at this point, by the way. The school counsellor got me these shitty ones… anyway… So, I’m fourteen, walking on the docks, and there’s this bucket, and I’m like, oh a bucket, but then I got closer, and I was like, oh shit, this bucket is full of glasses. Mostly broken ones, right? So I’m trying them on, ‘cause, why not, and this guy starts yelling, ‘hey kid uuhhh so, like, that’s my bucket’ and he’s a scavenger, right? Because there’s like, also a bucket of shoes lying around and a bucket of tea strainers and whatever… So, I’m just grabbin a handful of not-broken glasses and running away because, like, I’ve just been coasting by at this point by cheating in school and I hold papers really close to my face… anyway… So, one of the pairs, like, work, I know, what the fuck, ayy, Mazel Tov, Cody can see. And, uh, yeah. I kept ‘em. Duh. The end. How have you not heard this story?” “I don’t ask you about—” “You don’t ask me about myself as much as you should,” he finished for me. He scoffed. “I dunno why, I’m preettyy interesting.” This wasn’t entirely true. The uh, me not asking him about himself part, not the him being interesting part. Actually, never mind, neither were entirely true. I felt like I knew more about Cody than anyone should know or care to know about Cody. There was a filing cabinet inside of my brain labeled ‘bullshit nonsense about Cody’s life’ take took up a vacancy once occupied by, who knows, how to negotiate a pay raise or how to budget properly instead of just hoarding money like a sad(der) Smaug. “You sure are, Cody.” “I bet that’s why I got beat up.” “Because you’re interesting?” “Because I’m interesting.” I nodded in agreement. That put a dumb short-lived smile on his face. He must’ve had some faith that I knew where I was going, since he didn’t seem to question it much. I was confident, perhaps (probably) over-confident in my sense of direction. It’s a finite space, I reasoned, and we can’t possible be getting further away. We could. In large, square-ish letters, the sign read INTERIM GARDEN HYPOTHESIS WAREHOUSE HOLE, flashing pink and accented with gold baubles. The door below was an archway woven with flowering vines and patterned ribbons, among them a smattering of just the most pretentious butterflies. The building itself was robed in an elaborate mural depicting a panel of dapperly-clothed animals seated at some sort of senate, all gathered below a three-eyed goat. The goat was crowned and sat upon a throne at the head of the senate floor. I felt viscerally unnerved. Cody squinted at the sign. “Yeah, don’t worry, it’s some Noam Chomsky magic realism boho nonsense,” I assured him. We’d arrived in some sort of strange hellish Halsey-esque plaza where the stores were either barren and abandoned à la zombie apocalypse or teeming with aesthetically-bohemian taken-back-by-the-earth-and-also-Portland life. Roses crept down from windows and thistles jutted upwards from cracks in the pavilion. Entrances were attended by delphiniums and hibiscus sprouting beneath fern umbrellas. Ventilation shafts sighed baby’s breath into the corridors and blew nettles amongst the ghosts and husks of furniture. Christmas bells hung from streetlights and lilacs pooled amidst a collapsed fountain. Geraniums and lavender and ominous oleander waved us towards the Warehouse Hole. It was all very eco-chic. Cody ventured further into the flowery nonsense strip mall. “The colourful stuff is flowers, right,” he said, unimpressed. Pink light glittered against the blood and rain that painted him. “This is dumb. Like…” He gestured wildly at everything. “This is dumb. Are we lost?” Yes. “Pfft. No.” “We’re gonna find my glasses, right?” he said, talking to a mannequin. “It’s our number one priority.” He stumbled trying to follow my voice. “Okay. Cool. Good.” “Are you gonna be okay?” “Who knows? Maybe.” I brushed my hand along a white bouquet of Star-of-Bethlehem. “You know what? Not a fan.” The flowers looked to be watching me leave, which was the opposite of an appropriate flower activity. “It’s bright, it’s spooky… not a fan. Uh, not on board with this one.” Cody lost his balance on a root curving up from the pavement, catching himself on a wayward clothing rack. “Haha. Walking: hard mode.” He puked into a corner of unsuspecting irises and daisies. Regaining his footing was a matter of crunching a broken window beneath his sneakers and nearly becoming impaled upon an unfortunately-positioned upturned signpost. “Ellen, uh, seriously, where are we?” Interim Garden Hypothesis Warehouse Hole. “A blanket fort of nonsense.” He staggered away from the broken glass. “Oh. I hate blanket forts.” Drawn by the flashing lights, he veered towards the entrance to the Hole. “Yeah, I don’t think we’ve been here. We’re lost, aren’t we? Uugggghhh, Elleeennn…” “We’re not lost! You can only get lost in the desert and in the ocean because everything looks the same. Everywhere else you can just backtrack.” “WE DON’T KNOW WHERE WE ARE!” “YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE!” “I’M LEGALLY BLIND!” I filled my lungs with pollen-dusted air, raising my hands in a calming arc, and sighed, ultimately doing nothing to lessen the tension. “Let’s just… go back the way we came, and figure it out from there.” “We’re going to the hotel, right?” “Hotel. Yes. Sleep. Then glasses.” I turned by back to the flowers, not without a pinch of regret that I wouldn’t sate my curiosity as to what the hell, I mean, just, like, what the hell, right? What’s going on here? The mural? What? Cody and I fumbled our way free of the Warehouse Hole pavilion. There seemed to be more flowers surrounding the exit than there’d been when it was our entrance. Watchful irises eyed our escape. The feeling of being spied upon lingered on the back of my neck. “Spooky, right?” “I don’t know, Ellen, my vision is shit right now, call back at a less shitty date, thanks.” The sign read ‘Zlotys St.’ but there was nothing zloty about it. A strange mingling of sprawling weeds and rain-freckled trash bags and masonry stained by a dazzling selection of mystery fluids coagulated, as it were, to form the district before us. Confused seagulls squawked overhead from the buzzing heads of streetlights. The first establishment past the plaza was a barber shop called Snippy’s which was attached to a laundromat called Swishy’s that itself was followed by a family-owned deli shop called Slicey’s. What humour! While the quirky fixtures of the city were as delightful as they were smelly, they remained unfamiliar and were of no help when it came to finding our way back. “You know, I should’ve bought a map,” I said, padding along, ducking beneath the odd awning to evade the rain. “You’re an idiot,” said Cody, who had had enough of life. “Nothing idiotic about being reflective of one’s past failings, amigo.” “You just never turn it off, do you?” “It’s called a coping mechanism, Cody. Look into one some time.” He sighed and picked up his pace, hand clutching his ribs as to, I assume, keep them from falling out of some open wound whose existence I wasn’t yet privy to. I caught up to him. “Are you good?” I asked. He remained visibly in pain. “I don’t know. No? Probably not. I just, ugh, I want to sleep it off, okay?” I frowned in pity at him. Whenever something adverse befell him on our dumb stupid completely necessary endeavour, I couldn’t escape my share of the blame. I was most worried in this moment that he’d finally gotten himself into a truly lethal pickle with those fisticuffs. Obviously, whatever happened, it was the boys’ fault, but obviously, it was really Cody’s own fault, but obviously, it was more than a little bit my fault for dragging him out here in the first place. “I know you’re gonna die no matter what and whatever, but I’d be pretty bummed if you died… soon…” “Thanks, I guess.” “So, please don’t die as a result of your injuries. The guilt would eat me alive, and it’s hard to effectively find a small, defenceless goat after you’ve been eaten alive.” “If you say don’t die or I’ll kill you, I will actually punch you.” Through the darkness and the downpour, it was hard to discern anything glaringly off about his appearance from the bored and tired norm. It was similarly hard to discern buildings we’d passed from ones we hadn’t. You could see the source of my predicament. I toyed with the prospect of returning to the Interim Garden Hypothesis Warehouse Hole for little reason beyond that it remained nearby and intriguing. “So, those flowers, huh?” I brought up out of nowhere. Cody scowled. “Hippies.” “But it was kinda neat, right? It was stupid—” “It was dumb as hell.” “…but kinda neat, though, right?” “I WANT TO GO TO BED.” I sighed and tugged my lips in a sympathetic smile. “Bed it is, Codes. Maybe tomorrow—” “Uugggghhhh, tomorrow suuucks.” “… after we find your glasses, we’ll, uh, we’ll pop by the warehouse.” The three-eyed-goat from the mural lingered on the back of my eyelids. Anything goat-related, at this point, seemed worth investigating. We turned a corner and Zlotys Street became a vaguely familiar cobbled road marked by a signpost that read Hellspring Rampart. To the right of us were brick-and-mortal buildings that stood as one long, undivided stretch of masonry, separated by interior walls rather than alleys. To the left was nothing but ocean. The sidewalk metamorphosed into the halfhearted suggestion of a pier underfoot. The black sky had waned into a dim grey and dawn loomed far off upon the waters. I knew Hellspring as the rickety cousin to the main docks where we’d arrived. I was confident that we were closer, now. “So, Codes…” “Ugh.” “What was the name of the club where you, uh… where you went?” “Uugghh… Uh… Okay. It’s called Boys Only Club, but it’s liiike, just the name. It’s not actually boys-only, right.” The whole situation was ruthlessly atypical of Cody. It was beyond strange for him to go out partying with strangers, let alone strangers of overbearing and loud masculinity. That was, until now, strictly my dominion. Of course, it was more than probable that the night’s unfortunate happenings had extinguished whatever curious appetite he might’ve had for the sort of debauchery he’d found. “How’d you end up there?” He scratched his head. “I probably walked.” “Yuh-huh. How’d you find, uh, the boys?” He made a sound that might’ve been a laugh, in a past life. “I have no idea!” His foot took a wrong turn and he nearly swerved into the ocean. I pulled him by his sleeve to my other side so I might act as a buffer between his shit balance and the sharks. “And what about, uh, those karaoke girls? What bar did you go to with them?” He gave me a long, condescending stare. “You think I know?” His glasses were lost as fuck. The brick buildings parted into the first alley we’d encountered for an irresponsibly long distance. It appeared as a long blue gash in the red walls. Banners and triangle flags and paper lanterns dangled on sagging strings overhead. A sign bolted in the bricks read LONG ALLEY. If you squinted, smaller letter inscribed below read *Beware rats; they’re not more afraid of you than you are of them. Quite the opposite, actually*. I shrugged at the warning. The end of the alley was bright and bustling, and the pier reached a dead end not far from where we stood. I decided on chancing the rats. Long Alley carried a thick, sickly, cinnamonny flavour in its breeze. Pipes coursed as veins along the walls, rusted and dripping. Cody trailed a hand on the bricks as he walked to keep from tripping again. The bricks soon gave way to doors and beaded archways into shops and things categorically near enough to shops to make no difference. Freckles of orange began to tinge the grey sky. “Hey Ellie,” said Cody with awkward, slow syllables. “What?” “You know what’s dumb?” “Probably.” “Well… I’ll tell you anyway…” He stopped, took hold of a low-hanging pipe, and threw it an accusing finger. “I can’t see or stand so good, but that is definitely a rat, and it is definitely following me.” The good and bad news was that he hadn’t been hallucinating from blood loss and exhaustion. The rat, a grotesque snow-white red-eyed creature of unusual size, glowered hungrily at Cody. It stood hunched on the rusted pipe, undaunted entirely by our presence per the foretelling of the sign. “Ohh, that’s a creepy baby right there,” I said, twiddling what few fingers I had in its direction. The rat stood still and stoic as a Buckingham Palace guard. “I don’t like you, pal. Don’t like those eyes,” Cody told the rat. “Go eat a cheese, ugly.” The rat wasn’t moved by his insults. “This is a nasty boy, Ellen. Let’s leave.” Cody shot the rat a venomous, knowing squint before shuffling along. The rat scurried across the pipes, following like a magnet. As we drew nearer to the end of the alley, more rats began to spring from the pipes and cracks in the mortar. Cody kept to the middlemost point between the walls, arms crossed crossly. Soon flowers began to wind down from the cracks as well, one for every new rat that bounded into view. My skin crawled. The alley spat us out into an overgrown pavilion bathed in the flashing pink light of INTERIM GARDEN HYPOTHESIS WAREHOUSE HOLE.

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