#area 51 alien cafe

[mortuusflores]

[lewisibarra1512]

My (highly successful) summer vacation rundown

After almost a week long summer vacation away from work, I've managed to snap a variety of photos that caught me by surprise. My first stop? Las Vegas.

Day 1: Bass Pro Shop and the Mermaid's Aquarium

I visited the Bass Pro Shop where they had an entry to a next-door casino with a miniature aquarium. And who was swimming with the fishes? A mermaid. I don't have any grudge towards mermaids, so I'll gladly accept it. Unless they offer free hugs and a safety umbrella to keep themselves safe from the hot weather, that's fine.

It's too bad I didn't find a pufferfish inside the aquarium, but this manta ray is a fascinating sight to behold. I mean, who doesn't love a good manta ray? And as for that pufferfish remark... well, it's actually obvious: they're big animal guy worthy.

I personally have no idea who or what brought the giraffe inside the Bass Pro Shop, but I guess it's acceptable. If he were to eat some french fries, burgers and milkshakes, he'd be a stud muffin. Unlike the one who went full irrelevant at a fish tank before he got busted.

And if that's not important, maybe this M&M's milkshake would do the trick just that! I headed to South Point, the name of a casino and hotel resort, by visiting Steak & Shake where it was home to big burgers. Thank goodness they serve forks and knives so I don't have to deal with what's going on about diner burgers getting ridiculously big. Oh, whoops. Pretend you didn't hear that...

Across the arcade section next to the bowling alley and Century Cinemas, I spotted an arcade game called Dinosaur Era. I've managed to get a good shot of a few dinos present, and I gotta say: I was a sucker for big beefy dino boys. Yes, they're like big animal guys but focusing on something way stronger to beat those meteorites.

Day 2: Birthday shopping at an alien's favorite place!

Just an hour and a half away from South Point, I traveled to the Area 51 Alien Centre for a quick birthday shopping spree. I couldn't find an alien themed biscuit jar but I did get some new large size alien slippers for my own birthday present. Won't be showing them to you until December, so be patient.

Once I made it back to Vegas, I then visited a place called the Arte Museum where it's an immersive media art exhibition space that lets guests experience all sorts of realistic art and visuals crammed together. I was lucky enough to find a beach room with an aurora borealis called Beach Aurora, so I imagined myself raising one hand to touch the latter. Nah, don't worry; I didn't get wet in there.

Well, looks like my wish came true. I called a giraffe a big animal guy, and he seems to enjoy my taste of him. It's probably because he must have followed me to the Arte Musuem. Where's my burger, fries and shake at? I hope he gets hungry so he can be big and tough like a speeding truck.

Day 3: Quick Christmas shopping and a real Asian cuisine

While I resumed my Christmas shopping experience for one of my uncles with a slot machine piggy bank, I spotted this bad boy.

Four years ago when Sword and Shield quickly became the moment I quit the Pokémon community forever, I started to slowly develop my love for aliens. And this slot machine piggy bank that featured aliens, UFO's and a planet Moon took the cake. Is it safe to call it chocolate cake?

I ended my trip to Vegas with Two Hands' world famous Potato Corn Dog, a side of Kimchi fries and a medium soft drink. Hey; I've already done original and Carbonara Buldak. Why not expand it to something else that makes me wanna quote something from a 1965 film?

Day 4: To Citywalk and the pond!

Once I was finished with Vegas, I made my way down to the Alien Fresh Jerky store in Baker, CA to get a quick glimpse on a couple photos: one was some type of a spaceship piloted by two aliens, and the other is a security car or some sort. They're just for show; nothing too scary around.

After a three hour drive while taking some Dramamine to repel motion sickness, I made it to Universal CityWalk to continue my Christmas shopping at the Studio Store. This time, I spotted a hilarious Despicable Me 4 standee where I also imagined myself being freaked out about Mel attempting to shoot a laser out of his eye. Thankfully, Dave got me out of this mess while Gus had trouble flying with the cape nailed to the ground(?) and Jerry coming out. Wasn't hurt, but I sure can't wait to spite on some rat when I see it in cinemas!

Right before I had the urge to get a Studio Tram themed popcorn bucket as a Christmas gift for my aunt, I took a pic of this entrance spot for Universal UNIVRS and imagined what would have happened if Stickybutter doesn't move out of the way or poor Woody Woodpecker will run over him. [Just kidding; this was all just a decoration.]

And while the rat and the bunny are facing numerous controversies surrounding their mishandled business decisions, Stickybutter approves Universal of reviving their mascot Woody back to his rightful place. I'm thankful I got to livestream all 53 episodes in almost two months before I transitioned to the next IP. And in case you're wondering about the whole Studio Tram themed popcorn bucket, it's on the bottom left corner. It's limited edition, so you've got until 11 August to buy it or it's gone!

Finally, I came to my last stop: Requiem Cafe in Anaheim, CA. They've collaborated with Yacht Club Games Co. Ltd. for a special Shovel Knight 10th anniversary event revolving game inspired food and drink. The latter was kind enough of giving them these standees representing Shovel Knight, Shield Knight, Plague Knight and Mona. And just to quench my thirst against the ongoing excessive heat warning...

The Ichor of Boldness! It's sparkling blueberry apple lemonade soda flavor made by the first indie character to be a big animal guy, the Troupple King. Isn't he sweet?

Now of course, I did do some things outside of photos such as partaking in the MJ ONE performance by Cirque du Soleil and MJJ Productions; watched the Fall Guy in cinemas at Las Vegas for the first time and visited the Irvine Spectrum Centre just for more demo drawings at the Apple Store. I eventually stayed at Best Western for one night before heading back home the next morning.

Good thing I've been able to get a few things that's part of my birthday / Christmas shopping, even though it was too early. But it's not over yet! I've got plenty of more to look.

[damicxyy]

NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS??

OMG I LITERALLY MADE A LIST OF IT COCO!!!

new years resolutions:

- bomb every single couple i see

- go on a cafe date with the trio

- go on a hunt for space aliens

- travel to america

- go to area 51

- prove aliens are real

- find a dino bones or some shit

- find and get the dna of it

- reproduce that dna and start a new dinosaur century

- train and keep the dinosaur

- live with the dinosaurs

- be happy with the aliens and dinosaurs

you can call my momo ayase and tsukishima kie!!!!

[takerfoxx]

They snuck into Area 51 to discover that all that they had there was an obsolete alien toilet.

Oatmeal is considered a war crime.

They disrupt an attempt to capture all of the world leaders during a summit by turning into elephants and rhinos and rampaging through the resort to get the world leaders to leave. One of the world leaders was so bored and drunk that he burst out laughing when they crash into his bungalow.

The aliens stage a major operation to convert a Jonathan Taylor Thomas-expy to their side. This is considered a major threat.

They morph into parrots and start insulting guests at a Rainforest Cafe in part due to its exploitation of exotic animals but also because it was funny.

For anyone going into Animorphs expecting it to be just wall-to-wall body horror and war and gore and thinking “I wanna read the book where an ant turns into a human and screams until it dies, that sounds real fucked up” I feel like I should emphasize that for every raw Animorphs moment there is usually at least one moment of “they turn into dogs to sneak into an Offspring concert without paying” or “evil alien warlord gets foiled by a skunk” or “Arnold Schwarzenegger shows up”

[cookinguptales]

... Was the accident that you didn't know that it was a brothel or that it was Area 51 themed? I kid, but I wanna know how you go somewhere like that accidentally!

okay so like

First you must understand that my father and I always stop at weird tourist traps. Our road trip was a lot of fun. Are we going to see ancient petroglyphs today? Visit a waterfall? Learn about fossils? Yes, but we're also going to stop to take a picture on top of that jackalope statue.

So when we'd just left Vegas (and yes, I loved Omega Mart), we saw aliens and we pulled the fuck over. We took the opportunity to use the bathroom, take selfies with some aliens, peek inside the little cafe, and look around the sizable gift shop. All during a giant wind storm!

Now, you usually see a mix of cool and fun and kind of trashy in the gift shops of these places. So I wasn't actually that surprised to see some designs on mugs, shirts, etc. that said "Alien Cathouse" with a silhouette of a sexy alien lady. I just kind of dismissed it as the kind of vaguely horny cryptid merch you often see in these places.

Until we fought our way back to our car, pulled around back to the exit back to the highway... and see a sign for the Alien Cathouse. And the tiniest, shittiest, most absolutely-a-brothel little motel you've ever seen.

So of course we both pull out our phones and start googling immediately. Sure as shit it's a real brothel and we just spent quite a bit of time poking around its attached Area 51-themed gift shop.

To this day, Dad keeps laughing that he got me pot, liquor, and a trip to a brothel in the same trip. :')

In conclusion,

[pillowfluffs]

The Warmest Eyes!Jaemin

Pairing: Jaemin X Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: enemies to lovers!AU, angst, college!AU, 

Summary: Jaemin and you had a... special relationship. One where heated stare downs and friendly competition was as common as breathing... 

Author’s Note: for a dear fwend uwu i hope you enjoy fwends~ I tried and I’m still getting used to writing nct, so i’ sorry if it doesn’t feel right/ accurate also, note that THIS IS REALLY LONGGG and tbh I love long bullet imagines soo haha 

*Warning: Mentions alcoholism but not Jaemin and Y/N**

Strong suggestion: Listen to “Falling like the Stars” by James Arthur while reading. A queue on when to start listening to the song will be mentioned

Na Jaemin

The guy who was currently glaring at you from across the class as your teacher praised you for your high marks on the recent final

You could feel the anger seething from him as he stared at you with his cold eyes

And you smiled sweetly back as the teacher discussed with the class all the problems she had gone over repeatedly, but the class had brushed off her words, resulting in the entire class missing multiple questions

Except for Jaemin and you of course

But he didn’t get as many praises as you did 

He was a few questions off

The bell rang, saving everyone from your teacher’s lecture

Everyone bustled out of the room and you were asked to stay by your teacher 

And you did not miss the scowl on Jaemin’s face when she called your name

You left the room, headed towards lunch after a brief discussion your teacher had

She was curious what your future plans were since you were already so ahead compared to others

She was satisfied with your response to say the least, but you knew you would have to work even harder to get into S/N

You opened your locker with a few swift twists, grabbing your lunch and sorted through your backpack for your books

Just as you finished, your locker slammed shut in your face, earning a little jump from you

And that’s when your eyes met his

The eyes of satan jr himself, Na Jaemin 

His eyes were cold like always when he looked at you, always creeping you out and evening making you wonder if he was an alien from Area 51

“Aw, what’s with the long face? Sad over a few points? I thought you’d be used to it by now.” You tilted your head with a cute smile

Suddenly his lips curled upwards at your words, causing a chill to run down your spine

“Say all you want about this test, Y/N, but from here on out, you’ll no longer be smiling about your scores. And I’ll make sure of it.” He leaned in closer to speak the last part lowly, entrapping your body between his and the lockers

You didn’t know how this all began, but once it did, there was no end to it

It even became natural for the other students during tests to make bets on who would score better

Once results came out, half the class cheered for joy when one or the other scored higher, feeling disappointment along with the other half of the class who groaned

Fast forward a bit with the same non-stop bickering to the end of Junior year

College examination tests were the only time through high school where things died down, but once scores and results came out, it was as if nothing had changed

Both your friend groups had merged into one, but you two refused to be near each other

Heck, the competitiveness stretched outside; playing video games, seeing who could drink more or last longer at parties

There really seemed like no end to this competition

College was the same as high school

It was definitely challenging, but you had grown accustomed to the challenges you would face and Jaemin was beside you, not letting you outdo him for a single second

Some people even wondered if you two were dating 

Further, into the second year, things began to become rocky at home

Your parents had begun to grow… separate of each other

Specifically, your "father” who sadly was the breadwinner of the family 

Even more specifically, your father, who wasn’t the best person for your mother

There were nights where he came home drunk, making him completely wasted by morning 

Some nights were better than others, but some were worse

There had even been nights where you had to pry him from her, which only led to even more violence from him - verbal and physical

Their relationship was toxic and as much as you appreciated your dad and  felt grateful to have him in your life, you could tell he wasn’t treating your mother as right as she should be treated

The school was already hard to get in, to be honest, and making sure you were able to receive and maintain scholarships was another challenge

And now that challenge was even bigger since things were unstable back home

You ignored Jaemin, focusing on your studies and even began to look for work you could do if the worst ever happened back home

It was winter break soon - a few days to be exact

Your friends, as well as Jaemin’s, planned a skiing trip to celebrate the holidays and new year

They, of course, invited you, but you had to decline

Now that you were more aware of the situation at home, it drove you, even more, to do even better than your best

Even if that meant you had to sacrifice time you could be spending with friends and even watch the money you could spend on necessities 

For the first time, you would be spending a break at school, taking classes over the break 

You figured Jaemin would tag along on the trip, but he stayed behind as well, taking classes of his own, but you knew he didn’t need to take these classes

He was just as ahead as you 

To him it was simple; as long as you were being productive, he had to be just as productive as you

The campus was so barren now that almost everybody was gone except for a few

You could’ve sworn your eyes were about to fall out of your head if you didn’t take a break anytime soon

You put your pen down, leaning back in your seat and looked out the cafe windows, watching how the snow slowly fell from the grew clouds above

The cafe you were at was one of your favorites -- mostly since it was one of the less popular and smaller ones, so no one really went there 

Especially now during the break, there was like one or two other people doing their own thing in the cafe

And the staff of course

The nice aromatic smell of coffee all around as well as the sweet scents of the baked goods on display 

You leaned back in your seat, stretching your body out, hearing a couple satisfying cracks and pops

You honestly needed a chiropractor since your head was down most of the time and it was causing you pain 

Your mind went over the things you needed to cover and do for your classes 

Fortunately, it wasn’t too much you could do - you were ahead with the workload, actually finishing it on time compared to others who would leave it until the last minute

You never understood how others could do that to themselves but you understood their stance with doing it

The pressure and adrenaline

The pressure wasn’t your best friend, but when it came to it, if you ever faced it, you could get things done, but having the time and using it made you feel more productive and it felt great

You grabbed into your bag and grabbed your wallet and phone

“Hi, how may I help you?” the cashier’s bright tone gave you a boost of energy

You ordered your normal drink, but asked to add no cinnamon to the drink

You weren’t aware of it, but he had been watching

Na Jaemin

But he didn’t come here knowing you were here, of course, It was completely coincidental 

Just like it was completely coincidental that he overheard you ordering your drink without cinnamon

And with that, he had a sudden thought to mess with you

He watched you disappear into the bathroom before he made his move to the register

“Hello, how may I help.. You?” 

A devilishly handsome smile crept on his face, knowing full well he had caught the cashier’s attention

“Hello~ I was wondering if I could add cinnamon to the drink the customer Y/N just made here… I’m their… boyfriend…” 

The cashier nodded complying to his wishes before he made his way back to his own table in the corner, studying his own material 

He kept glancing back and forth from his notes to your table, smiling even more when he saw the barista place your drink down at your table

Now all he had to do was play the waiting game

He sipped at his own coffee, one that his best friend Jeno couldn’t even dare drink

It was far too bitter for others, but to him, it was like water

He laughed at just the simple thought of you expecting a refreshing drink, only to taste the thing you didn’t want

Moments later, you returned from the bathroom, sitting back down in your seat

You returned slightly refreshed after splashing a bit of cold water on your face

The snow outside had stopped falling, though it was still cloudy

You sat back down, glancing over your notes and skimmed over the next few chapters you would be reading

You took a sip of your drink, feeling refreshed at the sweet drink, only to suddenly feel the burn in your mouth

You put down your drink the best you could, trying not to spill it, but you failed, knocking the drink down to the ground

Your throat began to swell, your mouth and tongue began to itch and burn, spreading a tingling all over your face 

It was unbearable and soon, a few staff members had reached your side, asking what was wrong

Jaemin stood from his seat, feeling a chill run down his spine

“What have I done?” 

A pang of guilt shot through him as he joined the staff by your side

You had been trying to dig through your bag, spilling the content within, finding the familiar pill bottle you had always carried around with you

Your hands trembled trying to open the bottle, but alas, it was taken from your hands by warm ones

You looked up meeting Jaemin, finding his orange-ish hair in his eyes Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion Your eyes just stared as everybody looked at you

You could feel the heat of your reaction spreading from your lips and you wheezed with every breath taken, feeling your throat slowly begin to close

He took the pills and put them into your mouth, pouring a bit of water from a cup one of the barista’s brought, and closed your mouth

Fortunately, you were able to swallow before your throat could close, but now you were just waiting for the medicine to kick in

He mentally wished over and over in his head you were going to be okay - guilt would be the end of him if you were seriously hurt for a joke he thought that would only be a minor inconvenience for you

“Please be okay…” his eyes pleaded 

Slowly but surely, you were recovering

Your breathing began to steady itself and your throat began to open up, though you knew you needed to head to the medical office either way

“Are you okay?” 

“I- I think so,” you coughed out, feeling the itch still in your throat

He helped you into your seat, handing you another cup of water

“Miss/Sir, are you okay? We’re terribly sorry. Should we call an ambulance for you?” 

You were faced with the cashier you ordered your drink from, seeing their smile no longer on their face and their bright aura, gone

“No, I’ll be alright, but I thought I ordered with no cinnamon?”

“Ah, we added cinnamon upon your boyfriend’s request,” she nodded politely, gesturing to Jaemin and backed away, feeling the atmosphere drop as you turned your attention to the boy standing before you

At this point, you didn’t even know how to feel looking at Jaemin

You didn’t even really want to look at him

He could feel your eyes on him, but he couldn’t bear to look you entirely in the eye

You turned away before he could say anything, frantically packing your belongings back into your bag and putting away your notes, discarding the drink

“I don’t know who he is…” you spoke coldly, barely audible, but Jaemin heard it loud and clear

The two of you were never really close friends, but why did it feel like he had just lost more than a close friend? 

He let out a sigh, rubbing his neck as he slowly made his way to his table

The staff averted their eyes whenever Jaemin caught them looking, whispering about what had just happened

It was a miracle you didn’t need an ambulance, but he still worried for you and he couldn’t forgive himself

It was a miracle you didn’t need an ambulance, but he still worried for you and he couldn’t forgive himself

The weight of regret was heavy on Jaemin’s shoulders as he walked back to his dorm, but his steps grew heavier and heavier walking past your dorm

He didn’t even know if you were even back yet or not

The air was fresh and it just smelled clean

But I mean, you were in the medic office after all, so of course, it was clean and sanitary

You sat on the examination table feeling your body respond well to the medication they had provided to you

The cream they had rubbed onto your face had a cooling effect, which was great since it meant it was working and that the red irritation was going away

The staff who had treated you left you in the room, but advised you to stay put for at least an hour in case something were to happen 

You obliged and just continued your studies at their desk - after getting the permission of course

Your fingers flew over your keyboard effortlessly, typing up one of the various essays you had to do for your classes

The words came smoothly and you knew exactly what to say and how to say it

You were halfway through your essay when you were stumped - stumped on how to feel and think about Jaemin now

Everything fell to a standstill all around you

You were honestly really sad about what Jaemin did, but why?

You knew it was one of his antics - he just wanted to bother you a little and you two were never really close friends

Your heart was hurt, that shit hurted but you took a breather and stepped back to view the whole scenario

He, like the two of you, but most of him just wanted to play a little

Even now when the two of you were in the second year of college 

He was the same over the years: he played games like this

Your lips automatically curled upwards at the thought of high school

The rarest moments where he actually did things for you that seemed like he actually cared for you as a person than what you got on the test

Like the one time, it was your birthday

It had slipped the minds of your friends since it was exam season

Jaemin brought a cupcake for you but he never told you until Jeno did one day the two of you hung out

He complained about how he kept pestering him about what flavor he should get you 

You couldn’t see him the same, but then the next tests came and he did better than you

It was only when he started gloating about you losing your edge did you remember who he really was 

Jaemin’s eyes scanned over the pastries, looking over which ones would be a good pick

The bakery was off-campus, but it was on one of the main streets, making it popular for the students His heart dreaded just thinking back to how you left the cafe

Usually, when his jokes like these went down, you were surprised, but you never left him like that

It was one of the great things he actually admired about you 

You never backed down from a challenge - specifically his challenges 

But just thinking about his actions made his heart ache

Did he really lose you forever? 

He left the bakery with bags full of goodies, goodies without cinnamon, of course, hoping you could forgive him

But as he walked towards your dorm, he thought of ways to accept the inevitable

The crisp winter air was a breath of freshness in your lungs 

Especially now that they weren’t swelling from cinnamon, but most of your feelings towards Jaemin had faded

You were a softie by heart and thinking about it, Jaemin never knew you were allergic

To be honest, only a small handful of people did So you couldn’t blame him

But thinking back, were you too cold?

You walked back towards your dorm, mentally preparing a schedule in your head for what you had to finish tonight to keep yourself on your bigger schedule

Thinking it all over in your head, you were only behind by a little so really, you could just wake up earlier tomorrow or go to sleep later and you would be right on track once again

you made it back to your dorm, seeing the bright winter moon shine its light through your window 

your roommate had gone back home for the holidays, leaving you all alone 

you dropped your bag onto your desk with a loud-ish boom, almost making you not notice your phone buzz 

Your heart burned in anger and sadness at the same time

Tears formed faster than you could mentally process the message you read on your phone completely

You went over the message from your father word by word, making sure you weren’t seeing things just cause you were too tired or you had pushed your limit

“I’m leaving your mom. Bye” 

You threw your phone onto your bed, pacing back and forth

Just thinking about your father made you sick to your stomach

Your throat closed up, making it hurt to even breath

Before you knew it, you felt the cold tears dripping down your face

Your knees gave out below you, sinking you down to the cold tiled ground and all you wanted to do was break something

Anything to blow off this anger and steam

It felt like you wanted to just disappear and cry, but also rip off someone’s head 

Never have you ever felt so conflicted like this before oof

The audacity of your father to say he was leaving your mom took the air from your lungs

You just didn’t know where to begin to think or say about him, so you just sat there, letting your emotions just ooze out 

Your sobs became sadder and sadder, making your voice come out in broken gasps

Until you heard a light knock on your door, bringing you from your cries

You covered your mouth with a wobbly hand, hushing your cries

“Y/N?” A voice you thought you never wanted to hear again sounded through your ears

And never have you ever felt the need to hear it as much as this very moment

“Are you in there? I thought I saw you walk through the entrance…” 

you pushed yourself up onto your feet, only taking a few strides to get to the door 

your hand grasped the doorknob, though only stopping, finding no strength left at all to just open the door

“Y/N? Are you in there?” 

a burst of hope shot through him

 “I just wanted to apologize for what happened at the cafe earlier… I really am sorry… I didn’t know you were allergic to cinnamon…” 

his own words and voice stung him, making him feel emotionally weaker and weaker, remembering vividly to what he did

you lay your head against your door and listened, feeling the wood cool your head 

a hurricane of emotions crashed throughout your body

It was just too much for you to handle

His words paused when your door suddenly opened

His heart ached to see you in your dark room all alone

Tears streamed down your face, bringing tears to his own eyes“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” his voice cracked as he spoke

You bit your own lip, trying to hold back the obvious tears from falling now that you were seeing him face to face

It was a strange feeling, especially now that you were looking up to his eyes

The ones that were always so cold

The ones that always glared at you in annoyance when you did better on a test or were praised by the teacher

But now they were gone

Now they were warm 

Press Play to the song and listen while reading from here! 

It was as if you two were connected when the two of you took a step towards each other, meeting in the doorway

Your head buried against his chest, breaking even more as thoughts flooded your head of what would happen now that your dad was leaving

His bag of baked goods sat on the ground, leaning against the door as he gladly took you into his arms

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the top of your head

You shook your head against his chest, feeling the now damp fabric of his shirt rub against your face

“I’m not upset by that… you didn’t know…” 

Relief washed over his body for a brief moment, but worry now filled him even faster

“Why are you crying, then?” he cupped your face in his hands, trying to rub away the sadness from your face

It was the first time Jaemin saw you like this

So vulnerable, especially when you were clearly emotionally hurt

And realized he didn’t like seeing you like this

Something in him yearned to see your smile, brightening the room and anyone around you

He yearned to hear your witty comebacks to his comments

He yearned for you

You began to calm down, though your breaths were still jagged and uneven

Your hands even began to tremble as you held to his forearms for a grounding

Now that someone had actually asked, it became clear that you couldn’t even bring yourself to say what your father had told you via text message without choking on your words or push your words through the painful lump in your throat

His eyes never left yours as he tried to figure out what had caused the storm behind them

But your eyes never met his; it was like you were trying to look anywhere else, but his eyes

He turned, leading you into your room and shut the door with his foot behind him 

“Shh,” he stroked your head as he led you to your bed, sitting you on the edge so he could kneel before you

“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s completely fine. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay..” a cold twinge of regret filled him- you obviously weren’t okay, but he didn’t know what to say

His voice was so soft and gentle, it reminded you of your father when you were a kid: he read bedtime stories to you until you fell asleep and made sure you were okay

But he was leaving and that side of him was long gone

What changed him? Was it your fault? Your thoughts began to race all at once as you just stared into Jaemin’s eyes

Even in the dark, you still saw them clear as the day He couldn’t figure out the look on your face as you just mirrored him, making him wonder if he had said the right thing or not

Your breath began to quicken and before you knew it, your cries poured out of you as memories and thoughts and scenarios and just so much poured through your head

And Jaemin could tell whatever was making you cry like this began to plague you even more

Your cries had become more; it became the kind of desolate sobbing that came from a person who lost hope, but in this case, you were losing hope

He could see it drain from your eyes as you were drifting farther and farther away

You buried your face into the palm of your hands, biting your lip to try to control your emotions

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” was all he could say, all he felt like he could say

It burned within him and the moments played repeatedly in his head in slow motion

he could have just gone on the trip, he could have just not done it

he could have just ignored your presence in that cafe

but he didn’t

he wanted to see your confused or frustrated face

the annoyed look he loved to see whenever his grade surpassed yours or when you found out he was the culprit

you mustered up all the courage you could despite how hot your anger was with your “dad”

he covered your hand with his which allowed him to feel every tremble as you tried to speak

you tried to swallow through the hard lump in your throat, only feeling it remain there

the sun began to set and snow began to fall once again

“my stepdad…” it pained you to call that man your dad, but at the moment, you didn’t know what else to call him. “My parents are divorcing and a part of me is happy cause he’s the absolute worst person in my life.”

a small wave of relief washed through Jaemin, but he pushed it aside, trying to understand how you felt

“he never treated my mom well and he was basically just a leech that used her for money and now that it’s probably gone, he’s leaving. I don’t know what made her want to be with him, but all she told me was that we need him”

you clenched your fists and jaw in anger, resisting the urge to smash your phone to bits against the concrete wall

“y/n, I’m so sorry… I don’t know what to say.” He rubbed your shoulder trying the best of his abilities to comfort you 

you sighed, releasing your fists

“you don’t have to apologize for something you didn’t do… I’m not upset with you, to be honest. This is way bigger and you didn’t mean to harm me. I’ve known you for years but I know when you know not to make a joke or to take things seriously.”

you felt a minor weight lift off your chest for some reason, a bit unaware as to why it lifted when all you said was the truth

jaemin was surprised you had seen noticed it, but it was just the morally right thing to do

“you notice quite a lot, huh?” he tried to take your mind off the elephant in the room

jaemin honestly didn’t know how to feel in this moment

but he was sure what he wanted to do: to see the smile he realized he had missed

you huffed a bit not knowing what to say, think, or feel

a part of you was grateful to the moon and back your mom was free but a part of you also burned with a passionate fire knowing that now your mom would have to struggle to have no place to go

his question had gone right over your head

you stared at the dust-covered ground in the far corner of the room, wondering about the future

“I’m sorry, Jaemin, I have to call my mom…” You stepped outside of your dorm, leaving Jaemin by himself in the silence 

“of course, no worries... I’ll be here,” he flashed a kind smile and wave as you shut the door behind you 

your legs carried you down the hall towards the stairwell as your cold device was pressed against your ear

“mom?” your voice came out quieter than you wanted 

“Hey, sweetie…” The soothing voice of your mother calmed down a part of your nerves but did nothing to the storm brewing within 

the coldness of the walls didn’t even bother you

it felt like when you first saw the message, you had everything to say but now you were on the phone with your mom, you were speechless

“are you okay?”

your mom sounded so dejected, it broke your heart

“i... I do- I don’t know what to say…” 

your eyes were glued to the ground as you leaned back against the wall

“what’s gonna happen?” 

“y/n, I don’t want you to worry about anything. I don’t know what's going to happen myself, but I’ll figure something out..”

“what’re you gonna do?”

you could hear her sigh as much as she tried to suppress it

“I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me. As long as you maintain your scholarships, the easier it’ll be to keep you in school.”

your vision blurred as her words seeped deep within

this wasn’t the life your mother deserved

her words were true. The easiest thing you could do for your mom right now is to maintain your grades until you graduate

“Y/N? Can you do this for me, sweetie?”

you hadn’t even realized you spaced out lost in thought

“ye-yeah...”

“Listen, I have to go pack, okay?”

hearing these words made something in you crack

you didn’t know what, but you knew it would take time to mend, that is if it could be mended at all

“Okay,” you said airily. “Bye mom” 

“swe-” 

you ended the call, cutting her off

The silence crashed against you like waves

the dorms, for once, were silent

snow slowly fell outside, silencing the night sky and everything

before you could process it, the powdery snow crunched beneath your steps

Jaemin sat still in your dorm in the same spot you left him in

He couldn’t imagine how you felt

Just sitting here felt a little wrong, especially since it was your room after all

The two of you had never spent time alone like this

“Maybe I should’ve left…” he sighed, facepalming

he rose to his feet and approached the door

he stuck his head out the doorway, looking to the left and right down the empty hall

you were nowhere in sight

he couldn’t lie to himself saying he didn’t feel his heart drop for the briefest of moments

he reached into his phone pocket until it hit him

after all these years, he never had your phone number

“Shoot...”

he went onto twooter (not a typo, Twooter) and found your account, sending you a message

“Hey, where’d you go?”

the message was sent and delivered

now all he had to do was wait

“Please be okay” 

he sat back down on your carpet, leaning against your bed

his memories replayed in his head starting from your childhood up until now

never once in your encounters with him did you ever seem so

so sad

so frustrated

his chest burned a little when your face flashed into his mind

Seeing you so torn

“I wanna see that smile again…” he said to himself as if he was whispering a secret

it was then after the words fell from his lips, his phone vibrated

“Sorry, I went to the cafe... needed to breathe.”

“if you want to leave, it’s okay. I have my keys with me.”

“thanks for coming.” 

he picked himself up and made his way to the cafe with no hesitation

the frosty air nicked at his ears and face as he walked at a fast pace toward the cafe

there was a feeling deep in his gut that just told him he had to be there with you

the warm atmosphere embraced him as he stepped through the doors, already striding towards your table in the corner

it was pretty empty except for a couple of others on their own in their own world’s

you sat facing the wall with your phone faced down on the table

“Y/N?” He looked at you, trying to look into your eyes as he slowly sat down across from you

you stared down to the other side of the table, right at the edge where anything could fall off of it if tipped just enough

and here you were

a tipping point and you were stuck

“Nothing feels real right now and I don’t know what to do.”

you sounded so dejected as you stared at the table, showing no emotion, but he could only imagine what was going through your mind right now

“how do you feel?” he cautiously asked

“I know it feels like something you could just brush away beneath the carpet or something you could say ‘it’s fine’ and move on, but sometimes, you can’t hide it. Sometimes you need to empty the jar and I want to be here for you.”

you paused, letting his words sink in, realizing even more how sweet the mischievous and your long time “enemy” really was

“if you really don’t want to talk about it now, we can always do something else or talk about anything else. But please.”

he bent his head down, meeting your eyes

“know that I want to listen and be wherever with you”

you were taken aback hearing these words for the first time in your life, especially since it came from Jaemin of all people

his breathing stammered after he has said these things, being bold and showing a bit of his true emotions for you that he began to admit to himself while being here with you

you took a deep breath in and opened your mouth, formulating the words in your head

“Since the moment I met him, I just had this feeling that he was a terrible person. She could have done so much better, but she said we needed him.”

rage began to bubble within you as you spoke of the man who came into you and your mom’s lives, ruining with everything he did

Jaemin listened intently, never letting his eyes leave yours as you spoke

He took everything in as you spoke like a sponge taking in water for the first time 

despite being so “close” to each other all these years, he realized he never knew anything about you and your life outside of school

“Now since he’s leaving, I honestly don’t know what I can do”

“What do you mean?”

“As much of a pain as he is, he paid for a good part of my tuition to go here… It’s already half because of the scholarships I was able to get from financial aid, but I just know my mom’s going to have to take like three jobs if she wants to be able to cover all the tuition...”

“We can’t really take any loans,” you said through the ever-growing lump in your throat

It burned to even speak, but deep down it surprised you how easily you were able to come out with everything

Jaemin was right, it felt good

“For now, she said to work hard to maintain the scholarship, which of course I will, but she’s literally all I have for a family left”

Your eyes drifted to anywhere else, just not to Jaemin’s

He stayed silent as he took everything in, processing any possible suggestions, thinking about asking his family to help you

You sighed as you leaned back, feeling the sudden prick of tears at your eyes, but you didn’t want to shed any more

This wasn’t something you couldn’t handle, but you just didn’t know how to

“Y/N,” he called, waiting for you to meet his eyes

“I’m very sorry you have to go through this all of a sudden…”

“No, don’t be sorry, Jaemin. None of this is your fault…” you said even though you knew what he meant

“If we’re unable to pay, I might just have to drop and go to community college,” you sighed

It wasn’t the worst and the financially better place to go to would have been there, and now it really might be

The cafe became empty and some employees began to check out while the graveyard shift employees took their place

After sitting in brief moments of silence, Jaemin finally spoke up

“Maybe you could talk to the school and perhaps they’ll understand, helping you out more?”

His mind began to stem off into different ways of how your future at S/N could go

Now that there was an actual possibility of him losing you in his life, he didn’t want to lose you

All those times in high school, the two of you would sit across from each other in the classroom, finding each other’s eyes to shoot a playful glare, they were honestly a highlight of his day he didn’t realize he had until you were absent for a week and he would look across the room, seeing an empty chair

The days whenever you would walk to class late or early, making him miss his daily chance to stick his tongue out at you or mess with your hair as he walked passed honestly made him bummed in his next class

The time you missed the field trip to a greenhouse for biology, and he spent his time there alone, absorbing all the facts and everything just so he could brag to you about how he now knew more than you

But he always saw the sparkle in your eyes whenever you listened to him “brag” about the facts he learned when in reality, they were things he wished you were there to learn yourself alongside him

“Y/N…” He gently caressed your arm

“I really think it’ll help if you talk to the school. My brother’s done it before with his friend. You have scholarships because you need it and because the school wants you to be here, to represent the name so if they really want you here, they’ll help you.”

You listened as the gears in your mind turned and coiled, thinking of all the possibilities you could do to make it easier for your mom financially

After working so hard to get here, it would be a shame to throw it all away when you have a chance

A chance for a brighter future

And a chance to be with the guy you’ve been competing with all these years

As teasing and “annoying” as he could be, you always trusted Jaemin

After a bit, you exhaled, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in for so long

“I really, really want to stay, Jaemin. I really do and I honestly don’t know what to do. I want to help my mom and I want to just enjoy life”

You sighed, rubbing your face and combing your fingers back through your hair

“I’ll talk to the financial office but I’m just scared…”

“If you want, I can go with you?” He tilted his head

For some reason, you felt a weight lift off your chest as soon as the question fell from his lips

The ones your eyes always fell down to during class or whenever he was near

“Please…” you sighed, breaking into a tired small smile

He nodded, matching your smile as it spread on your lips

“I suppose now I have to watch over you closer, you know, to make sure you’re on top of all your studies.” He winked

“As if, Na Jaemin. If anything, you should be coming to me for help,” you retorted, rolling your eyes halfway

As the silence began to grow, your smile began to fade away as you zoom in back to reality

“What- what if the school doesn’t help… and I really do have to leave?”

He felt a prick sting his chest as he saw the concern spread across your face, making your smile fade

“I’ll leave with you. They’ll lose two of the school’s best underclassmen,” he said in a bright way, yet you could hear the sincerity behind his words

He was 100% serious

“I never thought I would say this, but I need you to be here,” Jaemin admitted

The things he wanted to say, the things he thought raced in his head like a blur accompanied by the sound of his heart hammering in his chest

But for now, he stopped after these words, seeing how you would react before throwing everything away

You actually didn’t know what to say and just looked at him to continue

“I really don’t know how to say this, but since high school, I knew for a fact that nothing would be the same whenever you weren’t around. When I couldn’t see those warm eyes for a day at least, all my friends would be asking me if I was okay or why I seemed so down.”

“At the time, I didn’t even know myself until I saw your warm eyes again the next time you came back…” He paused as he read your eyes, unable to get an idea of how you were feeling or thinking, but he continued

“I think I can say for the two of us that we need each other to actually be who we are like if you never came into my life or inspired me to compete with you academically, I wouldn’t be sitting here, Y/N.”

A small smile spread across your lips as the words fell from your lips

“I think so too,” you laughed a bit

It was true: so many nights in the past you realized before you fell asleep that if it wasn’t for Jaemin’s competitiveness, you would’ve never actually studied

You couldn’t tell if he could hear or sense how loud your heart was pounding in your chest or not, but you wanted him to continue

Everything felt so light as Jaemin poured his feelings for you

How warm his own eyes were, yet it made you wonder how he saw your eyes from his perspective

“Just from today, as crazy as it sounds, I’ve come to realize how devastated I would be if you really left S/N. So, I’m going to do everything in my power to help you through this because I want you to stay, I really do too. So much that I’m willing to teach you everything I know to, you know, make sure you’re on top of everything,” he smiled

“Everything?” you questioned

“More scholarships, the bigger ones with higher rewards and more competition. Trust me, with our brains combined, the school will be paying you to study here.”

He spoke giving you so much hope, you hoped it was all going to be true

“But this will cost a price, however, but not monetary.” He leaned onto the table, resting his chin on top of his fists stacked on top of each other

“Oh? And what would that be, Jaemin?” You mirrored him, leaning down with only a couple of inches separating you from him

He paused, almost not hearing your question as he took in your features

From the way your nose curled to the hue of your lips in this light and how your hair was effortlessly perfect in his eyes

To the warmest eyes he had ever seen and now got to see so closely

“Go out with me.”

~~~~~ Masterlist for more! Thank you for reading! this is my first time writing an enemy to lovers!AU I'm sorry if it's not good asdkjasdlk

Edit (3/28/20): enemies to lovers are hardd but I will continue writing for practice! I hope this was okay as a first! 

The draft made: July 16, 2019, at 10:28pm EST Final Draft made: March 30, 2020, at 10:16pm EST

[imhereforbvcky]

Vivid - Part 6

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Summary: Have you ever met someone who completely embodies a color? Not an aura, not synesthesia. Just… They walk into the room and when you spot them, you think to yourself, “Wow. That is a walking hurricane.” When Clint Barton serendipitously meets a free-spirited stranger, he sees red. Chapter: Clint’s mission grows more dangerous. You try to help but you’re no Avenger.

Warnings: Swearing, mission violence, dangeaaaa!

Word Count: 2137

A/N: Welp this is super late. Sorry y’all. I’ve been traveling in some remote places. Like... “sorry the only cafe is closed til April” kind of places. Finally settling back into the routine.

This situation was less than ideal. Far from it. Clint Barton, mister precision, eyes of a hawk, and a shot truer than any bullet, returned to the rooftops with eyes bouncing from alley to alley. Focus eluded him at every pass.

He’d returned to his position on the rooftop a few buildings over from the one you and the two-hundred or so other concert goers were pinned inside. Well, as close to it as he could get. His original position was now a smoldering heap of concrete dust and smoking iron.

Through the clamor of the skirmish below, he sought reason. He told himself that one life was no more valuable than another, that his mission was the same no matter who was inside that building.

Except it did matter to him. It matter a whole hell of a lot.

“Rhodes, you’ve got two coming your way. Four o’clock.”

He watched the War Machine suit fire off at the man on the ground who went barreling into the side of a stripped and abandoned car. The suit’s hands and feet glowed an orange so bright it was nearly white as Rhodes pushed into the sky, turning to spot the two drones coming his way.

“Got ‘em.”

He flew out over the bay, drawing the buzzing drones with him before raining fire. They shot back. A brilliant display of hot orange and barely contained blue energy erupted over the water. Clint thought it almost looked like fireworks. How long had he been doing this that war had begun to look beautiful?

“Barton give me an angle, here,” Sam called over the comlink, breathless. “We can’t do this all day.”

“They’re still guarding the door heavily,” he observed. “I don’t get it. What are they defending in there? Not tech. There was nothing in there but a stage.”

“And a whole bunch of civilians,” Bucky added.

With the swift precision of practice, Clint withdrew an arrow and notched it. He released with a quiet thwip and a moment later heard the ting of metal striking metal. The arrow ripped through the top of the drone and it immediately fell with a heavy clatter behind Bucky.

Bucky glanced behind him at the heap and at the sleek violet fletching.

“Thanks,” he breathed.

“They’re armored, but not on top,” he explained, panting as he sprinted across the rooftop at his top speed. “They’re not built for aerial defense.”

He was fast, but not superhuman fast. Another drone had made a calculation as quickly as its twin had fallen. It fired exactly where Clint had been perched. Clint was still running when he felt the heat at the back of his neck and heard the patter of rubble bouncing off his leather coated armor.

Sam immediately took to the sky, Rhodes at his side, firing on the small hive of drones from above. From below, a fiery red wave surged, pressing them toward the quay. Wanda.

The noise outside became increasingly worrisome. Agitation moved through the crowd like a current when suddenly music began blaring through the six-foot tower of speakers on the stage. The crowd, anxious and thoughtless, was drawn to the only stimulation in the room. They pressed toward the stage murmuring with curiosity.

“What the hell,” you muttered, holding tightly to Nina’s hand as you crouched behind the bar, watching.

As the room packed tighter and tighter toward the stage, the curtain began to lift and a murmur ran through from the crowd like a rippling wave. Behind the heavy red velvet lay an enormous heap of intricate plated armor. Like a beached whale, its massive metal fins lay motionless, angular spines jutting high into the air.

Your heart stuttered in your chest. You’d seen one before. It had terrified you then, and even dead this one terrified you now. Fist clenching tighter around your friend’s, you couldn’t drag your eyes away.

“Is… is that a--?”

“Holy shit,” Nina breathed.

The air in the room seemed made of glass. Somehow it had solidified into a solid and breakable thing. No one moved, no one spoke, no one breathed, cloistered in fear and wonder, staring at a machine of the all too recent past.

When a row of lights along the spine suddenly blinked to life, pale blue and humming, the collective trance shattered. The air itself seemed to crackle and break as panic choked its way down every throat.

The hum of motors began to echo through the hollow steel building, bouncing between bodies until it clattered through your own brain like a gunshot.With trembling fingers you reached for your phone and dialed.

“Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up.”

Clint gasped your name. There was a grunt and a thunderous boom and then his panting breath. He was running. “You okay? What’s…? What’s wrong?”

“There’s uh, there’s something in here.” You cringed, kicking yourself. He was out there fighting god knows what and you were wasting his time, too afraid to even name the thing before you. Economy of words, damn it! ���One of those giant um… flying whale things.”

“Huh?”

“The alien things!” you shouted, failing to contain your panic. “That were in the city a few years ago?”

“In there?!”

“Yeah! On the stage. It’s not moving, but it just lit up. Is it… I thought SHIELD collected them all.”

“We’re trying to,” he chuckled.

Oh. This mission. They were taking down Scavangers and you had somehow found yourself, among 250 idiots in concert tees and glow sticks right in the crossfire.

“Clint, what do we do?”

It was quiet for a moment. A long, worrying moment. His voice was calm, and decisive when he spoke again and that was most frightening yet.

“Get as far away from it as you can,” he instructed. “Get everyone away from that thing. Find cover. Remember what I told you?”

“You like me?”

His breathless laugh was a relief. The Clint you knew was still there, something normal was still there.

“No,” you conceded a smiling despite the peril, “you said to stay low.”

“I said ‘It’s gonna be okay.’”

“Right. I believe you.” You nodded but your voice was a sticky breaking thing, heavy with fear.

The moment you hung up, you jumped to your feet. With a deep breath, and hands balled into fists, you told yourself to move, you had to move. It was your modus operendi to live by your emotions, effortless and true. But if you did that now you’d cower in fear behind a bar and a lot of people could very well die.

One swift exhale and you began pushing your way forward, weaving through the crowd, shouting for anyone you touched, anyone who would listen to get back.

“Move! Get back from the stage!” you hollered, pushing closer and closer to danger. “This is not the show! Other side of the room! NOW! These things broke Manhattan!! GO!”

Before long your desperate shouting and your insistent shoving hands had carried you to the front of the room. Your thoughtless feet had climbed up onto the stage. The urgent message still shouted from frantic lips as you motioned for the crowd to move away. The sleeping Leviathan blinked its deadly warning behind you.

“Sam,” Clint breathed into the com. He stood frozen half a block away where he should have been fighting back to back with Bucky, trying and failing to clear the exit. “There’s a Leviathan in there.”

“We’ve gotta get those people out of there,” Rhodes urged, chasing after a stray drone.

“Yeah, workin’ on it,” Bucky grumbled. Slamming another magazine into his handgun, he fired indiscriminately at the band of assailants barring the door and wielding illegally procured Chitauri weapons.

“Those little laser pointers they’re firing at you guys?” Rhodes insisted, “Can blow up a bus. That Leviathan is the size of a bus and full of the same energy signature. Alive: it collapses the building and cuts down this whole block. Inoperable: it’s a giant bomb that we’ve gotta call Area 51 to disarm. Either way…”

“Clear the building.” Sam urged. “Whatever it takes.”

The crowd began to listen to the crazy lady on the stage when you began flailing and leapt off the stage at them, waving them back and back and back. It wasn’t enough. You wondered if it ever could be as you glanced at the enormous alien beast behind you. Half living, half machine.

“Keep going! Find cover! Like a fire drill, cover your head and neck! Go!”

You looked around the room. Frowning irritated faces scowled at you. Some fearful, some annoyed. This hero thing was definitely not your bag. Everything in you screamed to cower beneath the nearest partition and wait for someone who was better at this.

A deep breath might calm the tremble in your voice, but you’d long ago lost the ability to inhale fully. Uncertainty had a way of circling round your lungs like a python, squeezing tighter and tighter until every breath was a strain.

Through clattering teeth you mumbled to yourself. “Where the hell are you, Clint?”

They were making progress. For the first time since he’d gotten that goddamn call, Clint was hopeful. The last of the crew they’d come to take in or take down had become desperate. They were firing wildly and shouting to each other.

Rhodes chased down the last two drones while Sam made his way to the door. He stood with his wings swung wide, ready to shield small groups of civilians out of the eye of the storm when the moment opportunity knocked. Wanda ran as fast as witch feet would carry her, summoning her power, conserving it. She would be the real shield.

First responders and medical were waiting just blocks away for them to clear the scene or bring them injuries.

Bruised and singed and filthy with sweat and debris, Clint had run out of arrows. He retrieved them from bodies when he could. When he couldn’t, he used fists and feet and gritted teeth and a lifetime of unwavering determination.

He winced and groaned from the force of the back of his elbow slamming into an enemy’s face. The contusions would already be leaking deep indigo across the back of his arm like ink from all the blood he’d spilled that day.

But now he was tired and they’d grappled to the last. Clint had delivered the last blow sitting on his ass in the dirt. Exhausted, he sighed heavily and let his head fall back on his shoulders. Just for a second.

Bucky’s hand reached out to him in the very next breath. “C’mon, Casanova. Not done yet.”

“Soon?” he groaned, reduced to single words. Single syllables.

“Yeah, man.” Bucky closed his fingers around the hand Clint slapped into his own and pulled, yanked his partner to his feet. “Just a few rats running for the river.”

Clint sighed as he watched one man drop his salvaged alien weapon and run for the shadows.

“I call that one.”

Bucky chuckled and clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder before reaching down into his pocket for a fresh round for his last remaining firearm. Bucky did not waste one single ounce of energy. Unlike Clint who spent it like time, like it wouldn’t run out.

A strange row of blue lights ignited from somewhere in the darkness where the man had run. A soft growl accompanied a high alien hum. As Clint scowled, peering down the alley, the lights ripped by at lightning speed.

“Shit, shit shit!” he shouted, sprinting after the small aircraft. He snagged an arrow from the chest of a slain salvager on the ground nearby and fired.

The arrow hit its mark but too late. The man tumbled off of the chariot and into the dirt with a heavy thud. The chariot though, still glowing and itself armed, its engine a weapon unto itself, smashed through an upper window of the warehouse and careened, riderless into the Leviathan.

“Wanda!”

A wave of glowing red filtered into the building. It wound around the angry dark smoke, lit only with the glow of fire and blue alien energy. Wanda grit her teeth and groaned under the strain of containing the explosion.

“Everybody out! Now!” Sam yelled, throwing open the doors he’d been shielding.

Clint surged forward, ripping open every door he could find, eyes continuously scanning the crowd. But there were so many. So much fear pushed against him in waves. They ran and shouted and shoved. You were lost somewhere in this sea of terror or worse, lost in the explosion itself.

Not knowing which ached like a fresh break, burned like an open wound. This was unique brand of agony. He should have known better.

Chapter 7 >>

[jistays]

you’re sweet, like a caramel macchiato

the weather had disappointed you once again. you and boyfriend! yohan has just finished a full day of classes in college. both of you were eager to get home and pass out on the nearest warm surface. but alas, today was not that day. the sky had been a suspicious shade of grey all day, but the weather stated it would just be windy. like the young and stupid adults (??¿¿) you were, you believed it.

yohan dressed nicely — no, he dressed like it was seoul fashion week everyday. being his lovely significant other, he dragged you into his matching clothes plans. it wasn’t like he dressed cheap either. apparently, waterproof clothing didn’t fit in the category of “good fashion”. like the voguish boy would say, “being practical is stupid, if you’re stuck in the rain, yolo it out my dudes”. so here you were, following his dumb ass, standing outside college with your feet swimming in your shoes and your hair resembling that of someone who just stepped out the shower.

“ah, nature, i do love you!”, yohan exclaimed joyfully. “oh my god you skinless frog, let’s get out of here”, you yelled at him in disbelief. thus, he grabbed your hand and legged it. you loved your boyfriend, but could you match his long legs, extra strengthened by years of taekwondo? no. “yohan, bub, could you please slow down?” no answer. although, you did see him gleefully jump in puddles, distracted. soon enough, he led you in a coffee shop, the homely aura soon settling in.

your boyfriend had ordered the winter special coffees for the both of you (you hated plain coffee, whoever orders pure americanos are probably aliens who escaped area 51 and you live by that). you were glad he didn’t forget; kim yohan would never. so you sat down, talking about the sweet nothings that happened in school. you laughed at the childish antics that him and hangyul had planned, and in return, he listened to the never ending drama your friends were always caught in.

in that moment, in your little maroon booth in the corner of this bustling cafe, you felt content. both of you were soaked, but the two of you somehow felt warm inside. it was you and yohan against the world. and you couldn’t be happier.

[dcmeterwrites]

— @salvctions​ asked 📱 + hey jasmine.... newt & scout

what was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

[ scout ]: wait, so like........ huh. hang on hang on, you’re saying that area 51 is a coverup for an alien research facility ? sounds..... fun ig  [ scout ]: i think you might like this !!!! [ link to clothing website attached ]  [ scout ]: hey you use he/him pronouns yeah ? cool with being called a boy ?? [ scout ]: lowkey concerned about what you eat take care of urself kiddo [ scout ]: mari said i should be nicer to you, so hello ! you’re tall. 

what was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

[ scout ]: yo, this markowitz theorem is going way over my head. how much do you know about calc  [ scout ]: is cora always like that or is she like... double loud and in my face around me  [ scout ]: aight nerd [ scout ]: This number is no longer in service.  [ scout ]: make her happy. it’s what she deserves.

what was my muses last snapchat to yours?

[ snapchat to noot ]: hellooooo ! mari’s not responding so could you let her know i’m waiting at the cafe 😄

what my muse saved your number as?

lizard boy

what contact photo my muse has set for yours?

what ringtone my muse has set for yours?

circus tone. 

how many times my muse has called your this week?

none. 

how many calls has my muse missed from yours?

none. scout said i do not see it, baby !

[nakedandrawroger]

I’m All Yours (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: You and Roger are childhood friends living together. While planning your vacation, Roger decides to express his true feelings.

Word Count: 1,274

Warnings: fluff, light smut

Author’s note: I was thinking about Area 51 while writing this because I’m going there soon so haha oops. Also I hope you enjoy the light smut because I usually write none or A LOT (go hard or go home am i right?) 

You step out of the shower, your hair damp and darker from the wetness. You grab a towel from the nearby rack and wrap it around your body. You start humming a song that you and Roger have always loved, you forget what it’s called.

You and Roger have been childhood friends ever since you were ten years old. You used to be next door neighbors growing up and would always play through the fence or sometimes play in the front yard. You were never aloud to go over to each other’s houses though. That was a strict rule from your mother and Roger’s mother. But as the years went on, that rule soon was sneaked around. But now, at the age of 23, you and Roger were living together as friends. Of course, you’ve always had your secret thoughts about Roger in the back of your mind.

Knock knock knock

Your thoughts were broken by the sound of knocking at the bathroom door.

“Y/N, are you out of the shower?” It was Roger at the door.

“Yes, you can come in.” You yell to Roger outside of the door. The door opens and Roger sneaks in with a smile on his face.

“So I wanted to ask you about our vacation next month. So what’s the itinerary again?” Roger asks. You and Roger were traveling to The United States next month to visit the one of your favorite alien tourist spots. UFOS and aliens were always a passion of yours and you are so thankful that Roger actually is willing to go with you.

Roger watched Y/N as her face lit up when talking about the vacation. It wasn’t just the fact that you were so beautiful, it was the way that you talked about your favorite things that made Roger fall in love with you. Ever since you were little kids.

“So we’re gonna have to drive like two and a half hours from Las Vegas but it’s okay because we’ll have great music in the car and lots of food to eat.” You discuss the vacation while applying a face scrub to your face. “Then when we get to Crystal Springs we will have to take pictures next to the signs and then go into the Merchandise Shop.” You continue. Of course, Roger has heard this itinerary many times. The only reason he asked again was to see how excited you got.

As you go on about the long drive, Roger notices the things about you that you try to hide. He notices the stretch marks on your upper thighs and the multiple bruisings from you being clumsy and falling up the stairs. It’s these little things about you that Roger loves the most.

“So basically there’s two gates to the base which take like twenty minutes to get to and then there’s a cafe where we can eat, which is so cute! I can’t wait for you to see it.” you continue about the trip as you wash your face off in the sink. Roger can’t help but smile.

“You’ve always wanted to go here didn’t you? Ever since we were kids?” Roger asks you. You turn around to Roger, drying your face off on small towel.

“Yeah I’ve been studying it for years. Remember?” You start.

Flashback

It was the summer of 1963 when the both of you were 13 years old. Your mom was out of town, so you snuck Roger into your house for the first time.

“Wow, I’ve never seen the inside of your home before this so cool.” Roger says looking around your living room. You grab his hand and drag him to through the hallway.

“Come see my room!” You say as you pull him along. You get to your room which has space decor everywhere. Glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, globes and planets on the desk and your bedcovers which had aliens on them.

“Wow, you weren’t lying about the space theme. I love it!” Roger says scoping out your room.

“Thank you! One day I’m going to be an astronaut and I’ll take you to space with me.” You tell Roger. “And one day we will visit my favorite Alien conspiracy spot!”

“But Y/N, isn’t that in America? We won’t have the money for that.” Roger says back.

“Don’t worry Roger we’ll figure it out one day.” you say making eye contact with Roger and grabbing ahold of his hand in comfort.

End of Flashback

Ever since that day, Roger has been eagar to make enough money to take you there. With the band being so successful, Roger finally made your wish come true.

“Hey Rog, why doesn’t Brian come along on the trip? Isn’t he into space and stuff?” You ask Roger while brushing your teeth. The truth is that Roger only wants you and himself on the trip because that’s where he is going to profess his love for you.

“Um, Brians not really into alien stuff he’s more into stars and astronomy.” Roger makes an excuse. As a teenager, Roger thought it was just lust for you. He then realized that he wanted to make you happy and be with you. He just didn’t know if you felt the same.

Just seeing you brush your teeth made Roger feel happy. This love confession couldn’t wait until the vacation, it needed to happen now. 

You finish brushing your teeth and walk into your room with the towel still around yourself. You try to shut the door to change, but Roger runs up stopping it.

“Roger what are you doing?” You ask, unable to close the door.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.” Roger says with admiration beaming from his eyes. 

“And It can’t wait until I get dressed?” You ask, unaware of Roger’s lovestruck looks toward you. Roger pushes the door fully open and walks into your room.

“No, I must tell you now. Y/N... I am in love with you. I have been ever since we were kids. I know this sounds so stupid and I hope this doesn’t ruin our vacation if you don’t feel the same way about me. It’s just that I needed to tell you now because-” Roger goes on and on, tripping over his words like a school boy with a crush. You don’t care though. You have secretly been waiting for Roger to say those words because you felt the exact same. You let him ramble on for a few more seconds. 

“Roger, stop.” You say, stopping his flow of words. “Kiss me.” you whisper to Roger even though you are the only ones in the room. Roger doesn’t hesitate, he just smiles before touching his lips with yours softly. He doesn’t want to go too rough but you decide the opposite. You drag your hand to the buttons on Roger’s pants and push him lightly on the bed.

“So does this mean you love me too?” Roger asks looking at you in the eyes while licking his lips.

“Yes Roger, I love you.” you say. Immediately after those words leave your mouth, Roger smiles and kisses you again while caressing the curves of your body over the towel you’re wearing. The towel seems to be an inconvenience, so you remove it, showing Roger your whole self. Roger eyes you up and down.

“You’re beautiful Y/N, I’ve always wanted to tell me that.” Roger says. “I’m so glad you’re all mine.” You start to unzip Roger’s jeans, slowly. As you tease him, you lean down by Roger’s ear and whisper

“Im all yours.”

[pea-milk]

Get to know me tag 🌙

I was tagged by the lovely @fourfinefreshfishforyou and @rosymiel . Thank you!

I tag @dafadolly  @early-grape  @simulationcowboy @bratsims @obi-uhie@crescentcrustacean @cupidlet @ridgeport @faaeish @herbalbrew and anyone else who would like to do it. (Also you dont have to do this if ya dont wanna. It’s a lot of questions lmao)

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Eliav somethin somethin

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Eli...?? I sometimes go by ben

3. BIRTHDAY? 1st of September

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? None

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Aliens probably

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Toni Morrison or David Sedaris

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? NPR or this one french music station once awhile. 

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Ah either spicy anything or a nice fruity flavor with vanilla

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? “Oh Cool” or just literally great/wonderful

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Railroad Bill - Andrew Bird or Sabor a Mi - Kali Uchis

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Orke / Gide or anythin with hard “ch” 

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? You Are The Light - Jens Lekman

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Uh Dark! I recently watched it and it was good!

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN?  The Ritual. Its a good horror movie.

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? Yes. But not like...hardcore? I dont like online multi player just like casual games. I will however become a hardcore gamer once I get my lil goblin hands on Red Dead Redemption 2. Yeehaw.

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? Idk why but I think it’s bad luck to name your fears out loud. 

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? Mm...Humour? 

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I lack...empathy ...and have a very hard time relating to people

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? I like both.

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Autumn.

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? No.

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? Being able to just be...loose? Just not have to worry about things.

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? I’d like to say my highschool “bestfriends” but we havent talked in a hot while.

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Hazel

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Dirty Blonde

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? Hm.

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? No one lmao

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? Not a specific individual but just...people who’ve left my life? People I dont talk to or see. Just wonderin how life goes for them.

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Uh, not in a longterm sense, but just being in the apartment alone and going to work.

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Small deviances.

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Courage the Cowardly Dog, Hey, Arnold or Country Mouse City Mouse.

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? Hmm...No one? 

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Somewhat.

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? No.

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Behind.

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? Gardening.

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? Calypso - David Sedaris

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Ballad of Buster Scruggs. 

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I used to play violin and clarinet.

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Wombats.

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? I like just sorta weird aesthetic blogs or overall blogs with no general direction.

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? Shape-shifting or just like bein immortal but the kind where, if for example, my head were to be chopped off from my body, I’d just be a conscious, bastard head.

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? In my room or a quiet cafe while it rains outside.

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? Small things. Nothin real specific

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I used to do track and lacrosse. I hated both.

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? Lavender Lemonade or a Cappuccino. 

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? Yesterday. I write post-cards to a ceramic teacher that I still keep in touch with. He’s a very funny man. 

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Depends.

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? Sloppiness. Just general disorganization. (Also loud chewing)

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? Yes.

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? I dont generally eat heavy meats. Especially red because I vomit if I do. I eat a lot of fish though.

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? An Undertaker. I met one at a friends funeral, she was very interesting.

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? Hmm. Maybe a rural-ized time locked town? Or a cabin in the middle of a foggy evergreen wood, not really fantasy I suppose.

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? Health.

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? No.

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? If it’s a rock ballad in the middle a long road trip with friends, yes, but mostly I sing when alone.

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? Yes. Alot.

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? I’ve tiny places, or just moments that I enjoy.

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? A lot of places. Mostly rural.

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Two Dogs. Zelda and Charlie.

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? Night Owl.

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Both.

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? No. Im gay.

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Earbuds.

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Yes.

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? No specific genre.

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? ...No one

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? Not recently.

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? Selfishness.

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? Physical copies are nice. I like the smell.

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? I’m not in school but uh Math. Art.

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? 1

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? Vanilla Extract.

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 179cm

75. CAN YOU COOK? Yes. I bake for a living. I make a mean puff pastry.

76. WHAT ARE THREE FOUR THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? Smelling spices, like cinnamon, red peppers, hard rain, when my dog snores.

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? Sweat, being yelled at, alcohol

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? More male identifying friends.

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Bi. More lenient towards male identifying individuals.

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? The US.

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? My Manager.

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Thursday.

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? None really. Just the weird video once awhile. Like “will it blend.”

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? Yes and no.

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? ????

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? I get along with my mother when I can. Father could be dead for all I care.

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? Any accent.

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Too many places

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? I like 8 I suppose

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? No.

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? I was raised under a Jewish household, but as I’ve gotten older and more bitter, I’ve grown out of faith. However, I still identify as Jewish.

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? Yes and Yes.

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? Sometimes. Depends.

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? Peanuts.

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? Yes.

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? No.

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? If I act wrongly to someone I apologize right away.

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? Both.

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? None.

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? Yes.

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Ravenclaw?

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? Once awhile.

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? Introvert.

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? Not anymore.

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? Yes and No. If its absolutely awful, then I’m quick to cut ties.

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? If there’s cash, take it. Return everything else. Sorry. 

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? Yes. As long as they keep accountability for there actions. 

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? In certain areas, but hardly.

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yes.

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? I did, but they closed up.

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? None really.

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? No.

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? Seeing a psychologist.

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Somewhat.

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? Yes.

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? Probably.

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? The best friends I havent talked to in a while.

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? There’s a lot.

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? Yes.

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Black. Earth tones. Problem Patterns.

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? Sometimes

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? Yes.

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 19

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? None.

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Both

[favoritefix]

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[aslongasyoudrive]

some clowns are haunted, enter at your own risk//interrupting filming//i wanna believe//alien cafes & area 51//champagne grapes & cherry tomatoes//dog doors & throw pillows https://www.instagram.com/p/CEe6ggaB0z9mj46IyxtFpvmqG0kRxNk8B213AE0/?igshid=18hxj9kvobtid

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On this July 22, 2019 file converse, signs warn about trespassing at an entrance to the Nevada Take a look at and Training Vary shut to Suppose 51 outdoors of Rachel, Nev.

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Attendees effect aside on situation bolt and alien themed costumes as an influx of vacationers responding to a call to ‘storm’ Suppose 51, a secretive U.S. militia shocking . September 19, 2019. REUTERS/Jim Urquhart 

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Americans stand all the draw by the Little A’Le’Inn all the draw by an event inspired by the “Storm Suppose 51” net hoax, . (AP Photo/John Locher)

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Little A’Le’Inn motel and cafe, Thursday, Sept. 19, 2019, in Rachel, Nev. A whole bunch have arrived in the barren situation after a Facebook put up sharp other folks to “glance them aliens” got frequent consideration and gave rise to gala’s this week. (AP Photo/John Locher)

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Americans stroll shut to the Little A’Le’Inn all the draw by an event inspired by the “Storm Suppose 51” net hoax, Thursday, Sept. 19, 2019, . (AP Photo/John Locher)

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Little A’Le’Inn owner Connie West speaks on the phone outdoors of the bar and restaurant, Wednesday, Sept. 18, 2019, in Rachel, Nev. West modified into as soon as making ready for an event spawned from the “Storm Suppose 51” net hoax. (AP Photo/John Locher)

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The Little A’Le’Inn, a restaurant, bar, and motel in Rachel, Nevada, along the Extraterrestrial Highway, shut to Suppose 51.

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Workers erect a stage shut to a reproduction Suppose 51 gate value at the Alien Look at Center, Wednesday, Sept. 18, 2019, in Hiko, Nev. Guests descending on the a ways flung Nevada barren situation for “Storm Suppose 51” are from Earth, now no longer outer situation. Nobody is aware of what to search records from, but the two minute cities of Rachel and Hiko shut to the as soon as-secret militia analysis effect are making ready for an influx of different folks over the following couple of days. (AP Photo/John Locher)

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This April 6, 2018 converse exhibits the Suppose 51 Alien Center in Amargosa Valley, Nevada, about 90 miles north of Las Vegas.

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Mark for Little A’Le’Inn and flying saucer hanging from tow truck, Rachel, Nevada, shut to Suppose 51.

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Forget storming Area 51. I'm storming my beer fridge for a @spindletapbrewery haze invaders dipa. 👽🛸🔫 #whatchaknowaboutthemtexasbeers #theycantstopusall #area51 #spindletapbrewery (at Area 51 Alien Cafe) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2phb-WF-pv/?igshid=awystcykiuiq

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‘See them aliens’: Stage set in Nevada as Earthlings arrive for Area 51 events

HIKO, Nev. — The stage was set Thursday for music and other space-themed entertainment as Earthlings descended on the Nevada desert for events inspired by an internet hoax known as “Storm Area 51.”

“It started as a joke, but it’s not a joke for us,” Alon Burton, guitarist and member of the group Wily Savage, said as he and several other men wrestled a tarp over a makeshift stage near the Little A’Le’Inn motel and cafe in Rachel.

Gusts of wind billowed the white canopy like a sailboat spinnaker as they tied it down.

“We know people will come out. We just don’t know how many,” he said.

By early afternoon, several hundred people had made their way to the site where secrecy surrounding Area 51 has long fueled speculation that it’s where the government studies space aliens.

An alien-like statue displays a sign welcoming guests to the Little A’le’ Inn restaurant and gift shop on July 22, 2019 in Rachel, Nevada. A Facebook event entitled, “Storm Area 51, They Can’t Stop All of Us,” which the author stated was meant as a joke, calls for people to storm the highly classified U.S. Air Force facility near Rachel on September 20, 2019, to address a conspiracy theory that the U.S. government is conducting tests with space aliens. (Photo by David Becker/Getty Images)

As they arrived for the weekend events, campers in trucks and trailers staked out space on federal land across a highway.

Anticipating a big crowd, a beer company had produced alien-themed cans, and a brothel in offered discounts to “E.T. enthusiasts.”

Events were planned in Rachel and Hiko, a 45-minute drive away, the two towns closest to Area 51.

The festivities sparked by the internet joke inviting people to “see them aliens” could become a cultural marker, monumental dud or something in between.

“This phenomenon is really a perfect blend of interest in aliens and the supernatural, government conspiracies, and the desire to know what we don’t know,” said Michael Ian Borer, a University of Nevada, Las Vegas, sociologist who researches pop culture and paranormal activity.

The result, Borer said, was “hope and fear” for events that include the “Area 51 Basecamp,” featuring music, speakers and movies in Hiko and festivals in Rachel and Las Vegas competing for the name “Alienstock.”

“People desire to be part of something, to be ahead of the curve,” Borer said. “Area 51 is a place where normal, ordinary citizens can’t go. When you tell people they can’t do something, they just want to do it more.”

Eric Holt, the Lincoln County emergency manager overseeing preparations, said he believed authorities could handle 30,000 visitors at the events in Rachel and Hiko.

Still, neighbors braced for trouble after millions of people responded to the “Storm Area 51” Facebook post weeks ago.

Joerg Arnu, a Rachel resident who can see the festival grounds from his home, said he installed outdoor floodlights, fencing and “No Trespassing” signs on his 30-acre property.

He also organized a radio-equipped night watch of neighbors who fear there won’t be enough water, food, trash bins or toilets for visitors.

“Those that know what to expect camping in the desert are going to have a good time,” Arnu said.

However, others won’t if they show up in shorts and flip-flops, he said.

“That doesn’t protect you against critters, snakes and scorpions,” Arnu said. “It will get cold at night. They’re not going to find what they’re looking for, and they are going to get angry.”

Some cellphones didn’t work Thursday in Rachel, and officials expect what service there was to eventually be overwhelmed.

The Federal Aviation Administration closed nearby air space, although Air Force jets could be heard in the sun-drenched skies, along with an occasional sonic boom.

George Harris, owner of the Alien Research Center souvenir store in Hiko, said the “Area 51 Basecamp” Friday and Saturday will focus on music, movies and talks about extraterrestrial lore.

Electronic dance music DJ and recording artist Paul Oakenfold is Friday’s headliner in Hiko.

The event also promises up to 60 food trucks and vendors, trash and electric service, and a robust security and medical staff.

Harris said he was prepared for as many as 15,000 people and expected they would appreciate taking selfies with a replica of the Area 51 back gate without having to travel several miles to the real thing.

“We just want people to be safe,” Harris said. “As long as they don’t go on the desert floor and destroy the ecosystem, everyone will have a good time.”

Burton said he had promises from almost 50 performers to appear at the Rachel site, off a state road dubbed Extraterrestrial Highway.

The U.S. Air Force has issued stern warnings for people not to approach the gates of the Nevada Test and Training Range, where Area 51 is located.

Authorities in Nye County, home to a conspicuously green establishment called the Area 51 Alien Center, are discouraging Earthlings from trying to find extraterrestrials.

“We’re taking precautions and checking the back roads,” Sheriff Sharon Wehrly said.

Her deputies last week arrested two Dutch tourists attracted by “Storm Area 51.” The men pleaded guilty to trespassing at a secure U.S. site nowhere near Area 51 and promised to pay thousands in fines.

Arnu said the military added razor wire to barbed cattle fencing on the Area 51 boundary near his home, installed more cameras and battery-powered lighting, and erected an imposing spike barrier just inside a gate. He noted a new sign telling trespassers they’ll be arrested and fined $1,000.

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