#he just sat with me and ate cheez its and watched movies

[arsonistblue]

if you have a chronically ill person/someone with chronic pain in your life, sometimes the best thing for you to do is just sit with them and watch a movie. understand that they are in a lot of pain, and there isn't much you can do but be with them, bring them snacks, and let them know that you care

[platypanthewriter]

The Devil Looks After His Own (Ch.1)

Little Steve Harrington is so lonely he tries summoning a demon with a ritual advertised on TV--but luckily, it doesn't work, and a buff, non-human nanny hired by his mom shows up minutes later.  Years later, they're best friends, and Steve still doesn't know the truth.  For @magniloquent-raven​!

When his dad finally locked him out of the office, Steve spent the morning sitting in the hallway playing with his Legos.  When his stomach growled, he knocked quietly, and his dad’s voice on the phone continued, so he went in the kitchen to forage.  He found Cheez-its, and olives, and a tightly wrapped triangle of gooey cheese that tasted good in the middle, but had gross, chalky skin, so he licked the middle out and stuffed the rest down the side of the garbage. 

He walked back into the front room and flipped the TV on, just to make some noise.  “In the future,” came the syrupy voice of the man on the screen, “—we’ll have robots to be our helper-friends!”  He chuckled to himself, leaning back in his leather chair, and folding his arms on his huge wooden desk.  “But that doesn’t work for us now, I hear you say.”  

The camera zoomed out, and he waved to a woman with curly hair and long fangs, sitting on the edge of his desk.  She was wearing way less clothes than the man was, and Steve frowned, wondering whether she was cold.  “Our summoning spells are assembled by real lawyers, and airtight!” the man said, and the woman nodded, smiling, and holding up a picture with a lot of numbers and lines.  Steve squinted at it guiltily—he’d seen the man’s ads before, and he mostly remembered the picture, probably.  

The helper-friend lady looked nice, he thought.  

“Too good to be true?  We even include offerings!  Bat eyes, tears of the innocent—” he said, smiling and holding up jars, as ‘ethically sourced from internment facilities’ scrolled across the screen.

Steve frowned around, and then grabbed his LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, the most complex set he owned.

“Honey,” the man told the woman on screen, and she opened a can of soda, and poured it over her own head, still smiling.  “Perfectly compliant,” he said.  “And just wait, there’s more!  Any purchase comes with a matching, complimentary summoning sigil for a protective home guardian!  Just drip a drop of fluid—” he winked at the camera, and it showed something red splashing across the page, as his voice suddenly screamed “Augh-no!  Don’t—”

Steve had already grabbed the remote and hit the fifteen-second replay, and began drawing out the picture.  He hit it again and again, coloring in different colors, and wishing people in commercials didn’t always yell.  He drew the circle carefully with a piece of thread from the long fringe on a throw-blanket he wasn’t allowed to mess up, then folded it carefully again, grimacing.  He colored in the crosses with a different color so it looked nicer, and drew the little castle wall-looking-bit.  He added a horse.  

When it came time to drip fluid on it, he clicked the TV off, and got a juice box from the fridge, figuring apple juice was way less gross than blood, and it wouldn’t ruin his picture.  

Steve stared at the picture, holding the juice box, and thinking.  He imagined not eating alone.  He imagined the nice lady smiling at his Legos—maybe she’d like the castle set, he thought, like in her picture.  He’d just summon her for a little, he thought—just a few minutes, enough to make them both a PB&J.    

His stomach growled—again—and he frowned at his dad’s office door, sighed, plonked the Camaro in the middle of the picture, and squeezed the juice box to spray over it all.  

Nothing happened.  Steve stared at the picture for a long moment, his eyes welling up with tears, and then kicked the couch.  It felt like his foot broke from the impact, and he spun around in a circle, muttering a lot of words he wasn’t allowed to say in the house.  He hopped into the kitchen, sniffling, and got out the peanut butter, jam, and a spoon—but instead of getting the bread, he sat on the floor in front of the sink.  

He felt a sinking sensation of guilt as he stuck the spoon right into first the jam, and then the peanut butter, sticking the whole spoonful straight in his mouth and licking it off.  Once he’d licked the spoon, he stuck it back in the jar, his heart pounding.  The peanut butter was crunchy and salty, and the strawberry jam was stickily sweet.  He wondered whether his mom would check the bread and know, and cried harder as he chewed, hugging his knees.

The floor in the front room creaked, and he startled so hard the spoon jabbed hard between his upper molars.  He scrambled to his feet, fumbling the lids back on the jam and the peanut butter and shoving them under the sink, his heart thudding in his chest, but nobody came in.  

The couch squeaked softly, and Steve edged to the doorway, the big spoon hanging forgotten from his mouth, to see a tall man with horns and no clothes at all lying across the couch, right up against the forbidden throw blanket.  He raised his eyebrows—they had shiny jewelry in them—and breathed out smoke, indoors, as he looked up at Steve.

He then yelped and scrambled to fall with a thud over the back of the couch.  “The fff—what are you doing here, kid,” came his voice, from behind the couch.  “Where the—where on earth are your parents?!”

“Unhm,” said Steve, who hadn’t ever seen a man wear so much jewelry before, and wondered how much it hurt to have jewelry in your dick.  He took the spoon out of his mouth.  “Uh.  Dad—dad is—in there,” he pointed vaguely toward his dad’s office, his eyes still fixed on the horns sticking up past the back of the couch.  “Do...do you want me to...get him?”  

The naked man popped up behind the couch again, looking kind of mad, and Steve stepped further back, watching the golden chains and jewels glint in the light from the window.  “...you look very pretty,” Steve said politely, and the man groaned, grabbing the blanket as he stood, and wrapping it around his waist like a towel.

“Why the—why are you here,” he hissed, and Steve swallowed.

“I’ll go in my room,” he tried to say, but it came out kind of a weird whisper, and he realized he was starting to cry again, so he turned away, and the man scrambled from behind the couch.

“Wait!  Kid,” he said, and Steve stopped to see him step and spin kind of gracefully around the glass coffee table without catching the blanket on it.  All his nails were pointed, and painted black.  “I’m sorry—” he cut off, staring down at Steve’s picture, and the LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28.  

“...what’s this,” he asked, like maybe he was mad again, and Steve wondered, suddenly, whether his mom had forgotten to lock the door, and the man was a naked burglar, looking for clothes to steal.  

“I wanted to meet the TV lady,” Steve admitted, trying to take it, but the man snatched it up.  “Um, are you—are you a burglar?”

“Am I—” the man glared at him—his eyes looked like fire, weirdly, the blue fire on the stove—but he didn’t look mad at Steve, yet, so Steve just bit his lips together.  “...you drew this?” the horny man asked, more quietly, and Steve nodded.  “Why?” he asked, and Steve knew he was in trouble—even if the man wasn’t supposed to be there, grownups always told each other when Steve did something dumb, like steal the TV man’s picture, which was the point Steve realized he was a stealer, a thief, like on TV.  America’s Most Wanted, he thought, his heart pounding.  

“Why draw this?” the man asked softly, crouching down, and Steve sniffled again, wiping his eyes.  

“He said a friend would come,” he admitted, wondering whether kids had their own jail, or whether he’d be in the one with all the guys from movies, who chased teenagers with chainsaws and knives.  

“You wanted a friend?” the man asked, but even softer, and Steve nodded, clenching his fingers in the sides of his pants.

“I didn’t mean to steal it,” he whispered.  “I won’t do it again.”

“...okay,” the man said.  “Don’t—don’t cry, it’s okay, are—are you okay?” he held his hands up like he was gonna touch Steve’s shoulders, then crossed his arms, frowning.

“I’m okay,” Steve nodded, wiping his nose on his sleeve.  “...are, um,” he asked, cautiously, “—are you supposed to be...in here?”

“Uhhh,” said the man.  “Definitely not naked, right?” he laughed, kinda nervously, Steve thought, and he snapped his fingers.  The throw blanket turned into shiny fringed pants.  

“Ohhh,” Steve whispered, impressed.  “How’d you do that?”

“Oh,” the man said, grimacing.  “Um, let’s talk about you summoning demons, okay?”

“...okay,” Steve nodded, sighing, but then a thought occurred to him.  “Uh, do you want a PB&J?”

 As they ate, the man spread Steve’s picture on the table, with the LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28.

“So this is a circle to summon the demon Belial,” he said, low but kind of intense, like Steve was in trouble, but mostly he looked sort of worried.  

Steve swallowed his bite of sandwich.  “...it’s not exactly the same,” he pointed out, a little sulkily.  “I added a horse.”

“...so you did,” said the man, turning it to look.  “...look, summoning demons is very dangerous—”

“My dad says there aren’t bad demon summoners,” Steve told him.  “He says there are bad plumbers, and bad strippers, but if you’re talking to somebody, and they summoned a demon, they must be good at it, because you’re talking to them, and—and he was on TV—”

“Strippers,” said the man weakly, and Steve realized he was being rude to his guest.  

“I’m Steve,” he said.  “What’s your name?”

“...Bel,” said the man, then, hurriedly, “Bill?”

“My mom likes Billy Idol.  And Billy Joel,” Steve suggested, and the man nodded.

“That’s a normal name that I definitely have,” he nodded, grimacing, “—Billy, I’m Billy.”

Steve considered this.  

“Are you listening, though?  About demon-summoning?  Even a lot of adults have a hard time with it—” Billy started again, holding Steve’s LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 to his chest like it was a present for him.

“The guy on TV said it was for a helper friend,” Steve told him, feeling a little guilty, but really not too much, since it hadn’t even worked.

“Steve,” Billy said, pressing his hands together over his mouth.  The chain hooking his earring to the ring in his lip swayed and made a bell sound, and Steve stared at it, then remembered to nod.  “Okay,” Billy said.  “Could you promise me you won’t try to summon any more demons?”

“My dad says—” Steve started, again, but he cut off guiltily as Billy slumped back in his chair, groaning.

“Look,” Billy tried again, rubbing his face.  “Summoning demons isn’t like inviting somebody over, okay?  They have to come.  Now imagine if someone called you up to—” he frowned down at himself, biting his lips with pointed teeth, and cleared his throat.  “Uh,” he said, swallowing, and snapped his fingers with both hands—and all the jewelry vanished.  Even his cool horns were gone, Steve realized, and he had clothes on, a little tiny black shirt that showed his belly button, and shiny plastic-y silver pants.  

It was disappointing, but Steve looked into Billy’s flameless eyes and blunt-toothed smile and politely said “...you still look nice...I guess.”  Billy snorted a laugh.  “...I’ve never seen pants like that,” Steve offered, and Billy frowned down.

“What’s wrong with them?” he asked, then shook his head.  “No, wait.  Okay.  What if you don’t want to go somewhere—”

“People make me go places all the time,” Steve said darkly, remembering the week before, when his mom had drug him in for a haircut that made him look like G.I. Joe.  He rubbed his still-fuzzy head, glowering.

“Uh,” Billy said, trying not to smile, but spinning the tires on the LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, and Steve was a little proud that he liked it so much.  “Okay, a stranger.  What if a stranger makes you go somewhere you don’t want to go?”

“That’s kidnapping,” Steve said, breathlessly, his eyes huge, and Billy pointed the LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 at him.  

“Yes.  When you summon a demon, you’re kidnapping them, okay?  And they can’t leave unless you let them go.”

“But the man on the TV said—” Steve whispered, then stopped, remembering how he’d made the almost-naked woman pour soda on her own head.  Steve covered his mouth, suddenly realizing she might not have wanted to be almost-naked, maybe the man had taken her clothes off, like Steve with a doll.  “Oh no,” he whispered.  “I’m so glad it didn’t work!”

“Ah, yeeeah,” Billy said, grimacing.  

“Um,” said Steve, reaching a hand over to retrieve his prize LEGO kit, and Billy snatched it back.  Steve narrowed his eyes.  “You were looking for my parents, but my dad didn’t say you were coming over, are you my mom’s friend?”

Billy winced, grimacing.  “Where is she?”

“She’s at work,” Steve told him.  “Daycare is too expensive, so over the summer I have to be good.”

“Wait, are there any grownups here?!” Billy asked, looking horrified, and Steve nodded, pointing down the hall again.

“My dad.  He locks the door.”

“...What if you drown in the bathtub, or try to eat your own fingers, or something,” Billy breathed, and Steve glared at him.

“I’m not little,” he hissed, sliding forward in his chair a little, so his toes reached the floor.  “I’m not a baby.”

“You don’t need a friend, you need a nanny,” said the recently smoking, horned, pierced and tattooed man before him.  “And that’s, uh, that’s why your mom sent me.”

“...did she really send you?” Steve asked, narrowing his eyes, and Billy crossed his arms on the table, hugging Steve’s LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 against his chest.  

“Yeah.  Yeah, she did,” he said defiantly, and Steve relaxed a little, because Billy sounded like a teenager, just a bigger kid, really.  “She said to put less peanut butter and jelly in your sandwiches,” he pointed to Steve’s overflowing PB&J-bread-burrito, looking smug, “—and just make another sandwich.”

Steve gasped, staring at him, and feeling absolutely betrayed.  “You tricked me!  Why’d you let me make it!”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell,” Billy said, and Steve’s heart was won.

 Billy won it further when he scooted his plate aside to admire the LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, and Steve drug him back to his room to show him the kits he had.  “Come on,” he said, excited and rude, and Billy slowed way down, grimacing, and flickering back to his pretty bejeweled self, with horns.  

“How about you ask if I wanna do things,” he said stiffly, slowing almost to a stop, and smoking more around the eyes.  

“Oh, yeah,” Steve nodded.  “Sorry.  Can I show you my room?”

“Or maybe, ‘Hey, Billy, want to see my room,’” Billy suggested, taking a deep breath.  

“Okay,” Steve nodded.  “Want to see my room?”

“Sure,” Billy nodded, relaxing like it was some big relief.  

It occurred to Steve maybe it was.  “Sorry,” he said quickly.  “I’ll be polite, I won’t get you fired.”

“Um, yeah,” Billy laughed, shaking his head.  “Maybe don’t, uh, order me around.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, thinking hard about it, so he’d remember.  “I won’t say ‘Billy, pick me upOOF—” he wheezed, as Billy yanked him into the air with one arm around his waist.  “Sorry,” Steve wheezed, his feet kicking.  “I-I’ll say Billy would you, sorry—”

“Shit!  Damn it, I mean, uh, sorry,” Billy said, grimacing, and sat Steve back on his feet, straightening his clothes.  

“I’ll remember,” Steve told him, wide-eyed, and then, because Billy looked guilty, “It’s okay.”

 He tried hard to remember, and he usually did, because Billy got all tense and weird if Steve forgot, like he was trying to move underwater, and Steve had to yell “If you want!  If you want!” as Billy grimly bit into the crunchy, burned eggs Steve had made.  

“That was disgusting,” Billy told him, that time, and Steve couldn’t stop laughing, waving his hands.

“Okay, okay, can I—can I just tell you you can ignore me?  I won’t tell, you can just—just do things if you want to—”

“...you sure about that?” Billy asked, snorting softly, like Steve might be kidding, and Steve nodded frantically.  

“Yeah!  Yes!  Don’t, um, don’t eat any more eggshells, I’m sorry!”

“...okay,” Billy said, smiling down at him.  “When am I not supposed to listen?”

“Uh,” said Steve, blinking at him.  “I mean.  You should—you should always listen—”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Billy said, rolling his eyes.

“No, you should!” Steve told him, grabbing Billy’s hand and tugging it.  “What if something’s gonna hit you in the head?  You should listen,” he nodded, thinking about it.  “But once you listen, you should decide what you want to do.”

“What if I wanted to...eat you?” Billy asked him, reaching down to tickle Steve’s stomach, and Steve yelped, giggling.

“You won’t eat me,” Steve told him, leaning into Billy, to give him a hug.  “You’re nice.”

Billy sighed, and hugged him back, tightly.

 Billy was better at some things than other people, like clothes, Steve thought, because Billy was always pointing people’s outfits out, and explaining how they weren’t as good at picking them.  He wasn’t as good at other things, though.  Steve sat down one night to heated-up pasta sauce over Cheerios, and he didn’t want to say anything, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t right.  Billy gave Steve’s mom a glass of water that was completely frozen because she said she wanted it iced, and when Steve’s dad told Billy to make burgers, Billy didn’t buy buns, or tomatoes, or anything, and he threw the meat in the pan until it caught fire.  

Steve was pretty sure none of it was a joke, because Billy frowned between the glass and Steve’s mom, and grimaced over the burgers after Steve’s dad stomped away, and Steve caught him whispering into the phone to the neighbor, hiding half in the fridge like nobody was gonna notice it was open.  

“Billy,” he whispered, and Billy jumped, as Steve crouched down next to him.  The breeze from the inside of the fridge was nice, but it hardened all Steve’s suspicions, because no grown-up had ever left the fridge open, he was pretty sure.  

“Yeah,” Billy muttered back, guiltily.

“...how old’re you,” Steve asked, and Billy flinched.  

“Older than you,” he shot back, and that Steve was willing to give him, because Billy wasn’t human, and some things lived different amounts of time, like trees.  

“Are you a kid too?” Steve asked, and Billy glared at him.

“No,” he said defiantly, and Steve nodded slowly, raising his eyebrows, until Billy groaned, deflating, sitting against the edge of the fridge and letting his legs sprawl out across the floor.  “Look, I’m trying—”

“I won’t tell,” Steve said, reaching out and squeezing Billy’s hand.  “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“...teenager...maybe,” Billy admitted, grimacing.  

“Okay,” Steve said, nodding.  “Billy,” he said, trying to sound like a parent, or a teacher, and Billy’s shoulders hunched.  “You need to tell me you need help,” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips.  “I can help with things like human food.”

“You are human food,” Billy said, fondly, yanking Steve into a hug.

 Most of the people that did magic like Billy ate kids occasionally, Steve found out, as he was reading his Dictionary of the Magic Realms that night under the covers, by flashlight.  Maybe they were mean kids, Steve thought, or maybe Billy was just way nicer.  “Are you a fairy?” he asked the next morning, and Billy laughed.  

“Depends on what you mean,” he said, grinning over.  “Is that slang for—”

“Can you fly,” Steve interrupted, because that seemed the most important, and Billy cocked his head.  

“...actually, I probably could,” he said, considering.  “Not like you mean, though.  I don’t have secret butterfly wings, or anything.”

“Oh,” Steve said, because he'd been privately imagining Billy as they’d first met, with the jewelry and the horns and wings, and it seemed to fit.

“...do you want me to have wings?” Billy asked, sitting aside the dish he was drying, and bending down sideways to try and meet Steve’s eyes.  “I can change form—”

“No!” Steve told him, waving his hands.  “No, I know you like looking like...that.”

“...that,” Billy said, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at himself.  “You saying I need to do better?”

“You’re just—normal,” Steve said quickly.  “Instead of pretty.”

“Instead of,” Billy growled.

“I mean,” Steve yelped, waving his hands.  “Pretty with all the jewelry!  And the horns.”

“I was gonna say,” Billy said, reddening.  “If you’re saying I’m not pretty—”

“Of course you’re pretty,” Steve said, rolling his eyes and sighing, but grinning, too.  He patted Billy’s shoulder.

“Well,” Billy said, clearing his throat, and turning back to the dishes.  “All right, then.”

 A few days later, Billy was moving the kettle off the flame for hot chocolate, and a big gout of steam belched up over his arm, which shimmered into all over scales.  Steve yelped and grabbed him, yanking him over to the sink, and ran water over it, all the while panicking.

“Billy, are you a mermaid?!” he asked, spraying Billy’s arm, and trying not to cry.  “Are you a mermaid, are you okay, are hot things bad for mermaids—”

“I’m okay,” Billy told him, turning off the water, and hugging him close.  “I’m not a mermaid, Stevie, I’m not hurt.”

“O-okay,” Steve gasped, grabbing Billy’s arm to run his fingers over it.  “You—you’re okay,” he whispered, leaning into Billy’s hugs.  “...are you a...lizard?  Or a snake?”

“Nope, not exactly,” Billy said, snorting a laugh, and Steve groaned.

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[spider-manholland]

Sharing Is Caring | Garfield Logan

Pairing(s): Garfield Logan x Female Reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: You’ve spent your entire life alone, you had no family, no friends. You were close to giving up, that was until you met Garfield Logan.

Author’s Note: Here’s my first ever Garfield Logan oneshot. I’ve recently fell in love with his character on Titans so I had to write about him because Ryan Potter is an absolute babe. There’ll be more works on him so keep a look out for them!

Masterlist

You owed everything to Dick Grayson.

If it wasn’t for him finding you scrounging for food in an alley way, accidentally seeing you teleport from trashcan to trashcan then you wouldn’t have your own room, a nice bathroom, actual good food.

And especially, if it wasn’t for him finding you, you wouldn’t have met Garfield Logan, the green haired shapeshifter who instantly took an interest in you the moment you entered the tower and your eyes met.

It’s been a week since you’ve moved into the very large penthouse and you were still getting used to the change. It was a huge difference then living on the streets, of course.

You were currently sitting on the couch beside the glass window, staring down at the beautiful view of the city down below, a warm, fuzzy blanket draped over you. It was nearly two in the morning and you thought everyone was asleep, that was until you heard footsteps coming from behind you.

Turning around, you noticed that it was just Gar, seeing him practically wobble into the living in nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants. His droopy eyes landed you, sending you a small smile that caused your heart to leap in your chest. “Hey, what are you doing up?” He asked in a raspy voice, taking a seat next to you.

“Can’t really sleep.” You only said, shrugging and returning your attention back to the view in front of you. “You can go to sleep, ya know? You don’t have to wait out here with me.” You added, seeing him release a big yawn.

“I’m not really tired.” He tried to lie, but the redness and bags under his eyes gave it away. “Come on, Gar.” You sighed, leaning your head back against the cushion of the couch. “Dick has been making you practice everyday and you’re exhausted, you need some sleep.”

“But I don’t want to leave you out here alone.” He groaned, lying down on the couch and resting his head on your lap, staring up at you while you stared down at him, your eyes meeting and your hearts fluttering.

“It’s okay,” you giggled softly, running your fingers through his soft green hair. “I’ve been fine.”

“You’ve been fine?” Gar repeated, his eyes full of concern and his lips dropping into a frown. “Have you not been sleeping at all this entire time you’ve been here?” When you didn’t say anything back that gave Gar his answer. “Why?”

“I haven’t really slept since I got my powers,” you shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “The voice inside my head keeps me from actually drifting off.”

“What is the voice saying right now?” The question came out of Gar’s mouth faster than he could register it but he couldn’t help himself. This is the first time you ever talked about your powers and he is curious.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and concentrated on the voice speaking inside your head. And after a few seconds of silence, Gar raised a brow when you just chuckled. “It says that you’re cute.”

“Well, at least it has good taste.” Gar smirked, the blush forming on your cheeks not going unnoticed by him. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He then asked, changing the subject. “Since neither of us are going back to sleep.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, shifting in your seat as Gar lifted his head off your lap and stood up from the couch. “Alright, you go pick the movie and I’ll go get the snacks.”

Gar then jogged towards the kitchen as you stood up from the couch and walked over to the television stand, picking out your favorite movie. Once you put the disc in the DVD player and sat back down, Gar was already walking out of the kitchen with a box of Cheez-Its and two blue Gatorade bottles in his hands.

“Is that your famous white cheddar Cheez-Its?” You chuckled, smiling when Gar nodded his head and sat down beside you, putting a few into his mouth before holding out the box for you. “Sharing is caring, Y/N.”

“But you don’t share those with anyone though.” You reminded, remembering the time when you’ve seen Gar literally tackle Jason to the ground when seeing that he was eating his Cheez-Its.

“Can you just eat them?” Gar groaned, rolling his eyes playfully at you. “I noticed you barely ate your dinner tonight. You need to atleast eat something.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the concern tone he had towards you. You didn’t even know he was watching you during dinner because most of the time you’ve seen him practically chow down his food.

“Alright, I will.” You held your hands up defensively before grabbing a few Cheez-Its and tossing them into your mouth. The movie then started and silence filled between you two as you both began to watch your favorite movie.

- - -

When morning arrived, Dick came into the living room, his eyes immediately landing on the couch where you and Gar both laying, asleep. Dick slowly stepped towards the couch, taking in the small details of what happened the previous night, seeing two empty Gatorade bottles on the floor along with a half-filled Cheez-Its box.

Dick also saw how a blanket was covering the both of you, your head resting against Gar’s chest as his arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.

Dick knew it was going to take time for a girl like you, who’s been alone for most your life and suffered through so much to get used to being around other people and in an environment like this.

But he knew that if you had someone like Gar to help you along the way, it’ll make everything so much easier.

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January 16

Today was pretty lit. Woke up around nine, ate some breakfast and got ready to meet up with my friends who were in Baltimore for a conference. My mom and sister dropped me off at the Embassy Suite where the were staying. Thought my friend Cat was coming, but turned out she couldn't make it. A bit sad she didn't come, but seeing the others was really nice. At first, I sat in the lobby waiting and I saw Boaz, from GMU, first. He was confused as to why I was there, but we were both happy to see each other. He quickly had to leave for a staff meeting though, but it was great to see him. I continued to wait when I saw Peter and a friend of his. I was shook. I didn't really expect to see him at all, so I was not prepared. I just said "hi" and he responded with "hey, what's up" and that was it. Super awkward and now I'm worried it'll be like that forever, but whatever because finally my UMD people came. There was Christine, Lauren, Gloria, David, and Sam. They showed me around a bit, where I was able to see Vanya, James, Eddie, and Matt and say hi to all of them. I saw Bizkuit, but while I was saying hi to everyone else, he disappeared, so I didn't get a chance to say hi. Then we (UMD people) went to the Inner Harbor and ate at Shake Shack, which was really good. Great, actually, since it was Christine's first time eating there. After that, we hung out at the mall a bit. Christine and I sat down and caught up with each other while the others explored a bit. Lauren thought she had to leave, so we all headed back afterwards and sat in an area at the hotel. Due to miscommunication, Matt and Vanya just missed us and got to the harbor when we got back to the hotel. A bit awkward and I feel bad for not checking my phone in time to let them know, but it's too late now lol and they said it was fine. We basically just chilled there for the rest of the time until the staff finished their meeting and started leaving. Before I left, a guy from GMU came out of the elevator with bags and bags of chips and other snacks. Like the giant bags. And he tells us to take what we want, so I snatched the gummy worms, cheez-its, and goldfish. At first it was just the gummy worms because I felt bad if I took anymore, but he said it was fine, so I took the other two. I finally left and got in the car, and my dad got mad at me for bringing the snacks. I was a bit shocked and upset, but whatever because food. Got home, changed out of my outfit and into my pajamas. Then I took out my onesie and put that on too. Soon after, I fell asleep on my bed for a good three hours. After waking up, I went downstairs to eat leftovers. Then I was on my phone playing games until I went to the basement to watch a movie with my parents, which I rather enjoyed. I'm back in my room now, and I go on Facebook to see that my friend Cat is snooping through everyone's past posts. It's funny to read the comments she made and looking at the photos of friends before we met. So today was a lot of fun and I liked it a lot. Wish I could have talked to certain people some more, and some other people less tbh, but it was still great seeing everyone and I can't wait to meet up with them again in a week when we head back to campus! I've got a lot to do to prepare, but hopefully this semester, my life will get itself together. But I'll just peace out for now.

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Dawn of Corr Kendrick Chapter 3 - Keep Living On

Day fifteen of the global outbreak

           The vibrations of my phone on the tile floor woke me up after I don’t know how long. Rubbing my eyes as I sit up, I then open them to see that sometime during the night Ana and Luis decided to sleep together as they were now sleeping naked, half covered by one of the two blankets we had, on the opposite side of the room, their discarded clothes in random spots around them. But how they managed to do it without waking me I’ll never know. With a shake of my head I then look at my phone to see I’d gotten a call and voicemail from an unknown number. Confused I slowly unplug it from the charger, pick it up, bring the voicemail up, press play, and bring it to my ear to listen to it: “I hope you get this Corr. When we were trying to convince Grandma and Grandpa this thing was real King County started to get really bad. Then they broke in and in our hurry we forgot the phone charger and it took a while to find someone who did and would lend their phone to us. Grandma and Grandpa are gone but your mom and I are currently in Alabama with a group heading to somewhere that claims that it’s safe there. But we don’t want you or your friends to follow until we know for sure so we’re not telling you where we’re going or want you to tell your friends about this. Stay safe and we’ll come and find you when we know for sure. We love you.” My father’s voice tells me causing tears of relief and sadness to start falling from my eyes. They were still alive…at least for now. But I had a sickening feeling that this was actually a cryptic goodbye message telling me they were leaving but they didn’t want me to give up. They wanted me to keep fighting and live…for them. So with a deep breath I plug my phone back into the charger, which I’d remembered to plug into the wall outlet yesterday before we settled in after watching the movie and cleaning up the blood from the room. Laying back down, I pull the blanket I had around me and try to go back to sleep.

****Time Skip****

           “Do you think we should check out the lockers and collect the useful stuff in them and the rest of the food in the store before we leave?” Ana questions as we were packing up the blankets and things we’d taken out of our bags, getting ready to leave, causing Luis to pause and say “We’re not thieves. I left cash for the stuff we ate last night and it was different when it came to the guy’s stuff. They are our friends and won’t care that we took their things when this thing ends.” “When this ends? This thing is all over the world Luis. Do you really think that who took what to possibly help them survive will matter when it does?” Ana questions in a mildly annoyed and angry tone so to try and avoid a full blown argument between the two I offer “How about we only take enough to give us a few days? We lost a lot when…you know. Then we can put the rest in the lockers so the only thing that can get it is the living and if those things break in they won’t destroy or contaminate it.”

           He’s quite then as he looks at me with a hard stare causing me to look down at my feet whispering “It was just a suggestion.” “Luis stop that! She’s right.” Ana angrily snaps then causing him to sigh heavily before saying “You’re right…I’m sorry…It’s just you mentioned yesterday like it was any other day. Not one where we lost six of our friends. Hell, you almost got killed too.” This is when Ana quickly walks towards him, grabs his arm, and starts dragging him out of the room with a “We’re going to collect the stuff in the store. Corr you stay here and start going through the lockers.”

           They’re both out of the room before I can form any sort of response so I sigh and look towards the lockers. With a deep breath I pull out my phone to look up a video on how to pick locks just in case none of the keys I had worked on them. I feel bad for feeling relieved at having no new messages for a second before starting to do what I was told. From the moment I entered our freshman dorm room Ana has always seemed be understand me and know exactly what I was feeling. And being friends was just kind of there the whole time. Which evolved into being friends with people she made friends with. Then Dove and Clark started dating and the rest of the guys were just added into our group…But now…

           Shaking my head of that depressing thought I unzip the small duffel bag in the bottom of the locker I was currently in to find that it was whoever’s gym bag, with a pair of newer tennis shoes sitting on top. They would probably be better for Ana to wear, instead of her flats, so I check to see if they’re her size, which I only know because she’s had me order some for her the last time there was an online sale of some brand I didn’t bother to remember. Not that it matters what brands someone wore anymore…well…it never really did in my book. Luckily they were so I take them out and set them on the bench, next to the other useful stuff I found, just as the two come back in, with the remaining food in their arms.

           “Find anything good?” Ana questions as she just drops the stuff in her arms into Luis’s, earning an “Really?” as half of it falls to the floor. He immediately gets a hard glare from her as she tells him “Separate it and find a place for the rest.” In her “I’m still mad at you.” Voice. He sighs heavily as he starts to do as told so I give Ana my own “Really?” look. I only get a smirk in return that totally meant “He’s doing it isn’t he?” so I explain “Found a few granola bars, an empty water bottle, and a pair of tennis shoes that are in your size. Oh and I found the window paint. I thought it would be a good idea to cover the windows of the shop once we get there.” While pointing at said items sitting on the bench. “Good idea. We only use the markers at the shop so we wouldn’t have enough to cover the windows fully. And thank god! My feet are killing me after running in these.” She exclaims motioning to her red flats before she gets one of those scarily happy smiles on her face as she adds “I found something too.” While she reaches a hand behind her. “Okay?” I question giving her a worried look, knowing that look could mean she either found something good or embarrassing…to me. Figuring that we were in the situation that we were in and the place we were it was probably the latter.

“I know we’ll probably never be able to enjoy it again but it couldn’t hurt to take it with us.” She tells me then, emphasizing the word enjoy, while she brings a movie case from behind her back causing me to raise an eyebrow at her and question “What is it?” “This!” she exclaims happily finally showing me the front of the case, revealing the face of Gerard Butler as Cable in the movie Gamer, before she shoves it into my hands. I instantly start laughing with her doing the same. Gamer was one of the movies that we watched repeatedly from the moment it came out on DVD. I liked the story, despite the bad reviews, and the soundtrack while Ana liked watching the, in her words, “ripped” actors. I even used a few of the songs in my game.

“We don’t know if we’ll survive the day and we’re taking a movie.” Louis mutters then causing Ana to snap “Like I said, it couldn’t hurt!” To which he just sighs but thankfully drops it as he continues to fight with balancing most of the food in the locker, the rest sat in a pile next to his and Ana’s bags. “That’s what I thought.” Ana huffs practically kicking off her flats as she sat down on the bench, to put on the shoes instead, so I turn to my bag, leaning against the wall next to the plug. Going over to it I unzip the bigger area, move the blanket and clothes over, and slip the movie in the computer case with my computer, that I couldn’t bring myself to leave behind even though it may become a paperweight if this thing continues, which was next to my books, that I couldn’t bring myself to leave behind even though they take up space and add added weight. The two bottles of water, jar of peanut butter, two packets of chicken flavored ramen, couple of granola bars, baggie of Cheez-Its, a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos Puffs, and couple of bags of the Cheez-It and Chips Deluxe Gripz where stored in the smaller area, and the rest of my things were still stored in my satchel bag.

“What are we going to do once we get there? Wait it out there or what?” Ana questions, having gone over to her bag and started shoving half of the snacks into it, causing Luis says “It’s going to depend on how safe we can make it. Then if we can find some camping things and a survival book or something we can think about going to that quarry. I mean it’s not like any of us have gone camping before or anything like that.” in a tone that probably meant it should be obvious, while doing the same as her. Of course Ana gives him a quick glare as she zips up her bag before pulling it over her shoulders with a “No need to be a dick about it.” So I, take her cue, and pull on my bags, as he taunts “You asked.” While doing the same after zipping his up, earning a snapped “And I said no need to be a dick about it!” from her as she stormed back over to the bench and picked up the plastic store bag which I had emptied of a change of clothes and put the paint in.

           With that she turned, held it out to Luis, and added “You can carry it. You are the only one with a one handed weapon.” “Only because I’m actually trained in bladed combat.” He says stepping forward and taking the bag causing her to scoff out “Bladed combat? You fenced.” “It still counts.” He snaps which just causes her to say “Let’s hope so and let’s go.” As she pats him on the shoulder before she picks up her crowbar, which was leaning on the wall with my bat near the door, picks up the keys from the floor next to it, and heads out the door. With a sigh he motions for me to come on so I nod and quickly collect my bat and follow him out the door.

           We join Ana at the door before she motions for us to listen and presses her ear against the door. We do the same and after a few moments of hearing nothing she takes her ear off the door and whispers “Shouldn’t we still hear gunshots and stuff?” “Maybe it’s calmed down.” Luis offers, earning an eye roll and a “Really?” from her before she mutters “Whatever. If it’s really calmed down we should go now.” And slowly unlocks the door. Louis and I step back as she slowly opens the door and looks around outside.

           “It’s clear.” She says stepping and holding the door for us. So we join her outside and look around as she lets the door close behind us. It was quiet and empty, which was unnerving, as we start to make our way to the department store, occasionally having to step over or around things or even bodies, which we were careful not to touch in case they were like the former employee of the video store.

****Time Skip****

           “This is really weird.” Ana breathes out as she opens the back door to the department store, her workplace, after our surprisingly uneventful journey. “Yeah, where is everyone or any of those things?” Luis questions as we step into the storage room that was so full of shelves and boxes that the large delivery door was pretty much unusable. “Maybe they’re being drawn to the refugee center?” I offer remembering how sound seemed to draw them, figuring that the refugee center would probably be making a lot of noise, causing Luis to offer “Or it’s actually ending.” “It’s entirely possible.” Ana says closing the back door behind us before adding “But if they’re all being drawn to the refugee center we should stay as far away from there as possible. And if it is ending, and I’m not saying that it is, we should stay here until someone comes and gets us.” “Agreed.” Luis says as I nod in agreement causing Ana to say “Let’s get this place secured then.”

Day sixteen of the global outbreak      

The three of us decided that we should start to go through the stuff in the store, including the Lost and Found box and sort of pick up and sort the merchandise and decorations we’d emptied out of or taken off of some of the different stuff we used for barriers at the doors. Figuring that we should do so before we got too comfortable, if we ever did, since the most we had done was set up in the manager’s office, which just entailed laying out our blankets, storing our bags, and plugging in my laptop, my phone, and Ana’s phone. All with the plan that if the things broke in we’d barricade ourselves in there, which we did mainly because there was apparently no way to lock the door to the roof, get into the neighboring store as their door to the roof actually locked, or barricade the door to the small employee room that contained the small metal staircase to the roof. And because we did find that Ana’s manager had been hording junk food and snacks in a drawer of their desk, had a mini fridge with some water bottles, and had a microwave as well. Thus, the three of us wouldn’t have to worry about starvation or dehydration for probably another week with that plus what we had in our bags.

However, we had no idea exactly what’s going on outside with most of what was being posted on the site being just more of the same; with stuff starting to go bad or even bad to worse, rumors of safe places, people sharing what’s happened to them, and the like, and how we couldn’t even tell what time it was now unless we looked at the clock due to how we covered the windows and door with the window paint and barricaded them. Though, in the grand scheme of things that’s probably a good thing as if we couldn’t see out, they couldn’t see in.

****Time Skip****

           The three of us were currently eating our sad dinner, of a noodle cup and bag of chips, as we attempted to watch the news on the small rabbit eared TV we had found in a box labeled Emergency, basically hidden in the corner of one of the shelfs in the storage room, with the, tag less and somewhat dirty, small pink neopets snowbunny plush, surprisingly and happily discovered in the bottom of the Lost and Found box, currently sitting in the small space between Ana and I, as if it was a real bunny. We couldn’t get the sound to work, figure out how to get the captions on, or get the image to have no static. But it was better than nothing as the radio that was there didn’t work at all. How the manager stayed the manager without keeping the stuff needed for emergencies working or updated was a mystery.

           Luis had just gotten up to smack it again as the screen filled with static when we heard what sounded like helicopters. Ana and I quickly stand up our heads snapping up to look at the ceiling as Luis questions “You two hear that?” “Yeah.” I respond nodding before Ana announces “Let’s go look.” While grabbing my hand and starting to pull her with her.

“Maybe this is a bad idea.” Luis says as we step out on the roof and look up at the sky, searching for the source of the sound. “Too late now.” Ana says before releasing me and exclaiming “Look! There they are!” as she pointed into the semi-dark sky. “Thank god.” Luis breathes out as we all watch some helicopters fly overhead and wave at them causing Ana to sigh out “It’s really over.” relieved. But that’s when some flares are released from them causing Luis to say “I don’t think so.” His tone worried. “What’s happening?” Ana questions, in a scared tone, as another set of helicopters fly overhead causing Luis to shout “We need to go back inside!” We turn to go back inside but there’s an explosion and flash of light from in front of us causing us to freeze and look up as a fire ball rises a little over the tops of the buildings.

“They’re bombing us!” Ana cries out as there are more following after it getting closer and I breathe out “We’re going to die.” That’s when Luis grabs our hands and quickly pulls us into the building with him just before it shakes with the force of one that is closer. He forces us into the corner as the building shakes again and things could be heard falling from downstairs. We stay huddled in the corner listening to the explosions as they got further away until they eventually stopped causing us all to breathe out in relief.

“We’re alive.” Ana whispers so Luis says “We’re alone.” “What?” both Ana and I question looking at him in surprise causing him to look at the ground and say “We’ve been abandoned. The bombs are the last ditch effort after the military and National Guard fail or are told to retreat.” “But we’re alive! They can’t just leave us!” Ana cries causing Luis to yell back “They can! And they did! You were right! This thing isn’t going to end! We’re alone and we’re going to die!” “No!” I cry then feeling my eyes start to water so I close them and shake my head as I continue “We can’t die! We can’t!” “Corr.” Ana whispers then pulling me into a hug as she continues “We’re not going to. We have each other and that’s never going to change.”

Day seventeen of the global outbreak

           We now could hear at least one of those things groaning when we were near the front door and windows. That plus the events of yesterday we didn’t really feel like continuing our sort of the clothes, shoes, and accessories in the store and just picked up the rest of it and piled it in a pile in the, now empty, middle of the store and simply just shoving the stuff that fell in the storage room back on the shelves. We also posted about what happened on the site to get out that there was still uninfected people here in the city since we never know who might reach out to us with a safe way to get out of the city or a safer place within the city. We also were watching the posts from the site to see if anything similar had happened in other cities. And we, well Ana and I, also placed the snowbunny on top of said pile, our own little copping bunny pile.

We were both used to seeing my own snowbunny on the top shelf of my bookcase along with the limited edition silver lupe neopets plush Ana managed to get her hands on last year, the Mattel Masters of the Universe Samurai Battle Cat action figure I’d gotten from my father, the couple Pokémon figures I had and decided to put on display (a few Eevee, a couple Togepi, a couple Mew, Poochyena), my Pooky Beanie Buddie, the two Beanie Babies I’d gotten from my grandparents Hoot and Sniffer, and the Basket Beanie Hippie I’d gotten from my mother one Easter. And it was at this point that I wished I had packed at least one of them and the small Kero plush from Cardcaptors/Cardcapter Sakura.

I’d gotten that Kero for my eleventh birthday and I still slept with it, it had practically been clued to me for a few years after all. It was also one of the things I had gotten from one of my dad’s army buddies over the years. Usually I got things like GI Joes, comics, or action figures, things that tough military guys wouldn’t be embarrassed to get so finding the small orange winged cat plush in the simple boxes, they were notorious to put them in, with a new Lady Jane figure was a surprise. My mom always said she’d pay to see him picking it up and going to the cash register with it, the other guys agreed, and his brother claimed it was hilarious. Maybe we can go back to our apartment and I can get them once we have to leave here. That is, if our apartment isn’t damaged from the bombs and everything.

I wonder if they’re all alright but none of them answered when I tried. Though Dan “Campbell’s” Campbell and Jorge “Red” McCallister were still deployed, Jed “Jedi” Martin had moved back home to Michigan to help his sister out with his three nieces when her husband just up and left a few years ago, and this was around the time that the Eckert brothers, Nicolas “Nicky” and Mathew “Mattie”, visited their mother in Florida, so who knows.

Day eighteen of the global outbreak

Ana and I were currently walking around the roof getting some much needed air and checking the ground for how many of those things were actually around us. Luckily there were only two of them around the front of the store, one behind it, and none on either of the other two sides.

“I think we should clear the back door.” Ana says suddenly causing me to stop and say “I don’t know. I think our plan of holing up in the office is pretty safe. There’s no windows so those things won’t be able to see us and they’ll eventually leave.” “I know…It’s just what if it isn’t those things that break in?” She replies slowly stopping as well causing me to ask “Not those things?” “Other people.” She says before turning and looking at me and continuing “The world wasn’t very nice before this.” With a weird look on her face. “Ana?” I question concerned causing her to give me a small smile before she looks up at the sky saying “Never mind.”

I follow her gaze up at the sky and watching as a cloud slowly moved across the sky, as if it wasn’t probably the end of life as we knew it, and slowly disappeared into another one.

Day nineteen of the global outbreak

           I was busy trying to clean myself in the small bathroom, using one of the clean shirts as a washcloth, as we had started to stink, trying to sleep was harder having to smell it, and well…Lady Red decided it’d be a good idea to visit me last night. That and the fact that Ana still wanted to clear the back door while Luis still wanted to keep it barricaded, had “quietly” argued about it all night, and were still arguing about it within the office didn’t help any of our moods. At least with the door closed they were muffled and I could barely hear them in the store and couldn’t hear them within the bathroom.

****Time Skip****

           Ana and I were now moving the stuff barricading the backdoor, her having won and Luis keeping watch of the back door on the roof. “He should just accept that I will always win.” She huffs as we set the final bench back where we found it so I nod saying “Yeah.”

Day twenty of the global outbreak

           “What the hell is wrong with this thing now?” Luis groans smacking the T.V. filled with only static after he turned it on for us to check the news as we ate our “breakfast” of the last of the pop-tarts from the drawer, having decided to eat that stuff before the things from our bags. “See if it’s the same on the other channels.” Ana says so Luis starts pressing the channel button and changing the channel, each one showing static, causing him to state “It’s all the same.” “Maybe it’s gone.” I suggest causing them to look at me with an ‘Oh god’ look.

Day twenty-one of the global outbreak

           “Ana we need to ration our food.” Luis scolded as Ana opened another bag of chips only causing her to snap “Are you calling me fat?” and me to decide to fish my Mp3 from my satchel bag. “Did I say that?!” He questions angrily, as I find it and place it on the ground next to me and start searching for the headphones, only for her to say “Well I don’t know mister sleep with other girls.” “I thought we were over that!” He exclaims, as I find the headphones and connect them to the Mp3, causing her to question “Why? Because we didn’t talk about it because the world went to shit?” “Yes! The world did go to shit! Who I did or didn’t sleep with isn’t important anymore!” He exclaims, as I place the buds into my ears, earning an “It is important! You’re supposed to love me and only me!” from her before I press play and let the voice of Sia flood my ears while I watch them continue to argue…yet again.