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"I've seen what's down there... and I'd give anything to unsee it."
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−−−¨༺ The way they held each other's gazes for a moment while the implication of what Sam said dawned on her was intense. And strangely intimate. But also... Different. Sam chewed at a bit of chapped skin on her lip briefly before giving a single nod. "Yeah." Because why disagree? Why should she go ahead and make it a bigger deal? She had implied it and... Part of her wasn't actually all that bothered that she had. If Samantha tried to decipher his reaction she may as well just drive herself mad, so their mutual silent decision to breeze past things was appreciated. On her end at least.
−−− "Doesn't matter if it's gonna suck. We'll have fun." Translation; 'I'm going.' Sam was stubborn. Greatly so. Mike wanted her there, and so she was going to show up. She was good at talking to people, anyway. Maybe not as good as he was, Mike was another level of charismatic that she would never reach. But at this point after everything, she would follow him anywhere. Literal or not. Out of everyone, outside of her dad and brother, he was who she trusted the most. And at this point, her trust was something that would take outsiders longer to earn than previously. Those headlines and the rumors that would spawn didn't matter to her much anymore.
−−− Snorting at his comment, Sam simply shook her head and brushed it off. "I've been lounging recently and you know it. Now you're on." She wasn't sure what exactly she had just made into a challenge, but one was ushered out. Time to make Mike eat his words about sleepover couture. She only wished that her (Faux) leather jacket hadn't gone up in flames with the lodge.
−−− "I make no promises, Michael. What's fun for me may not be your cup of tea, but.." She trailed off for a moment, the end of the sentence hanging in the air between them. "It'll certainly be fun for one of us." All Sam did was point at him as if marking him for the revenge that was currently being planned. And how torturous she should go with it. Rock climbing was too predictable, she would have to get creative with things. "Few hours. Got it." That gave her enough time to find something to wear that looked good enough for a party but didn't look like she was trying too hard. In her mind, Sam took a step back to assess her own thought process about being worried about what to wear. She was Sam Giddings. She didn't do this. But apparently she did now.
ㅤIt was a very loaded question and he wasn't even sure if she understood how loaded when she initially answered. he watched it dawn on her as she declared that they could figure it out together, which made his brows go almost impossibly high as he watched the play of expressions over her face and the realization strike, eyes widening. He held her gaze just long enough to be very obvious that they were both on the same page about that particular innuendo and then breezed past it like it hadn't happened with an incredibly mild, "Guess we can."
ㅤThey'd been walking a very careful line of flirting-but-not since they got back, which was fine with him because flirtations were honestly not always meant to be going anywhere and he thought people read too much into teasing and good companionship, but the situation with Sam kept feeling like it could be going anywhere or very much could not be. There was a co-dependence that boiled very much down to trust that he didn't have with anyone else, an understanding that if the shit hit the fan, there wasn't much he thought they couldn't handle together. He worried about her when he wasn't around, and he found himself looking for a calm, friendly face when he was without her. It was one of the reasons for the invite to both the fancy party his mother was insisting he start attending again the following month, but also to the college kegger that night, because he wasn't sure how he'd feel being dunked into a crowd of people who were all curious and judging all by himself. It was perhaps selfish and just a little cowardly, but he was relieved when she said she thought she could make time for it, that all he had to do was ask - like it was really just that simple.
ㅤMaybe it was. Maybe it was why he felt worse asking. "You have time to think about it and change your mind, if you want. It's probably going to suck," he told her, and sure, he did want her to go with him, but he also knew all of the things she was already considering about the implications of showing up with him on top of the headlines and rumors already going around. The college party probably wasn't going to help with that, either, but at least it wasn't as obvious or newsworthy, so he gave her the room to take the out later on and let it go, grinning at the mock offense and putting his hands up like, 'don't shoot'. "Hey, you wear what you want, I'm not judging, Sleepover couture might be the next big thing, right?"
ㅤHe was teasing, but the fact of the matter was that he'd still show up with her if she decided to wear sweats, and would probably make some kind of game out of it, some display to make it fun and funny rather than weird and unstylish. "Slight nutcase is perfect, just enough spice to keep it interesting, plus let's be real, I don't have any room to talk there. Just make sure however you get me back is fun, got it?" he asked with a wink, backing off in case she decided to swat at him or make any other move to get him back prematurely. "Meet you back here in a few hours? It's close enough to walk."
#para [🦋] that you've don't know what you've got 'til it's gone#[🦋] jesvshotsaucechristmascake#[🦋] mike munroe#verse [🦋] main // you have to go into the mines
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−−−¨༺ Sam bust out laughing at Mike's quip, unable to help herself. Hands filled, she couldn't even cover her mouth to seem less rude. But it definitely did the job to break the tension that had popped up. Such was life when it came to them. But she felt like things got serious with them so often, that it was nice to just laugh. Even if it was... Well, a serious situation. "Sorry. I just. It's not your hand, it's. Your hands fine. It's a lovely hand. But," she had to stop, take an intake of breath, to stop the giggles that had stuck. "That hand is getting a little sketchy." Maybe that dog knew exactly which hand to go for. Ironic sort of sense of humor.
−−− Now that the giggles had subsided, she could properly focus on cleaning Mike up. Getting his hand as close to normal as was possible. New normal at least. "I'm very positive he was a good boy, now I need you to be one as well," Sam replied to the praising of the dog to get Mike's head back in the game. If anything, she sort of had to commend the dog who attacked the two of them. It had quite the balls to go after Wolfie. Maybe people were stupid and didn't realise what the 'dog' actually was, but other canids absolutely had to be able to tell.
−−− Initial reaction out of the way, Sam doubled down her focus on the injury. As soon as Mike met her gaze, her own dropped back to his hand. Avoidance. "Don't," she answered, voice quiet. "You were in survival mode. You did what you had to in the moment, and that's not a mistake." Hands busied pouring the antiseptic on some cotton rounds and slowly moved to clean the blood off. "Mike, if this hurts at any time, please tell me," she quietly said, quickly looking up at him before finally pressing the round to what used to be his fingers. It was the first time she had been... Up close and personal with the remains of the injury. Admittedly, it wasn't pretty. And she figured Mike was some sort of insecure about it. Slowly, she dabbed the blood and looked to make sure that the healing injury wasn't splitting anywhere else.
−−− It also wasn't lost on Sam how intimate this experience was. Chilling in the hospital was one thing, but taking care of Mike in this manner was different. "At least you got to keep your middle finger," she quipped, trying to make a joke. "Would have made life less fun with it gone."
ㅤHe caught the look and might almost have looked chastised for half of a beat there before she informed him he'd keep his thumb and he put on an intentionally exaggerated act of relief, "Oh, thank god, that hand's getting pretty sketchy," before pulling a face when she mentioned a rabies shot because fuck no, he didn't want that. Hadn't he already gotten one not long ago for the 'animal attack' he was wearing claw marks from? Didn't it still count? Probably not, but he didn't think the little shit had rabies - it was just a spoiled asshole.
ㅤIt might have been a good idea to argue just for the sake of doing it as she unwrapped his hand to deal with the previous injuries that had been aggravated, but she was busy commiserating about small dogs misbehaving and logically, he knew all of that, but it was still frustrating to be on the receiving end of it. He had gotten the owner's information, and he was sorely tempted to just not hide the thing from his mother when she inevitably saw something about it - someone had definitely pulled out their phone to record. "You're not wrong, but I still hate it. Wolfie was a good boy, though, weren't you, buddy?" There was a slight little wag of tail and perked ears as the wolf's eyes opened and locked on him, clearly listening and attentive, but far more aware of the situation than perhaps any animal had a right to be. He didn't jostle Mike or Sam at all, despite being in a position that could very much be in the way if he tried to be.
ㅤThere was a part of Mike that almost wished he would jostle them both, mostly just for a reason to keep Sam from unwrapping the last of the bandage from his damaged fingers, and when she actually got to it, her reaction was exactly the kind of thing he would have liked to avoid. It was one thing for her to know that it had happened and see that they were gone, but to actually see them was something else. He didn't dare remind her that they'd been worse when he first cut them off and this was the hospital's clean-up job - bone shaved down and evened out, stitches neat and even. They were bleeding again from the experience, but he peeked and the ugly black thread appeared to have held well enough. Good, because he really didn't want to go to the hospital again, though he would have if he could have avoided the gasp Sam had given and the look on her face as she breathed out his name. The look he returned was pained in a way that had little to do with his hand and was a little too open for the way he'd been trying to brush it all off. "It's okay, Sam. Did it to myself, remember? Dumb mistake."
#para [🦋] that you've don't know what you've got 'til it's gone#[🦋] jesvshotsaucechristmascake#[🦋] mike munroe#verse [🦋] main // you have to go into the mines
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−−−¨༺ Sam took a step closer, hand outstretched ready to help Josh put pressure on the wound if need be. Or even, perhaps, to gently bring him back from wherever place he had been zoned out to. But everything happened so fast. The blonde was only a bit away from Josh who had seemed to freeze in place. And this is what initially caused her to falter- Sam didn't know what was going on until he growled. Literally growled at her. Immediately, she felt her heart rate increase, and eyes widen. This was a side of him that she had never seen (Even though this particular side of Josh may not have been new to him.) The clang of the knife caused the blonde to jump before her gaze slowly rose to meet his intense gaze. Hand, still outstretched, was snatched back immediately as Sam backed away. Slowly. "Josh?" her voice didn't falter despite the fact that all she wanted to do was exactly what he told her to do. Leave.
@actiongrrl: „ where’s your first - aid kit ?! “
JOSHUA HAD BEEN IN THOUGHTS , HAD BEEN WONDERING WHY SAM ACTUALLY DECIDED TO GET BACK into contact with him , why she still wanted to be his friend , with everything she had to endure due to him. he felt sorry for her , felt blame and guilt at the same time and he didn‘t realize he was cutting himself with the knife he used to cut the onions for their dinner until sams voice reached his ears. he blinked once , then again as he stared down at the deep cut and the blood coming out of it. he stared down at the flesh being cut open and he could feel the urge. the urge that sometimes came up to swallow him , like a reminder who he had been for quiet a while. how could he ever forget what it felt like to be possessed ? „ no. “ , he growled loudly , dropping the knife with a loud noise on the ground as he turned away. „ leave.. leave. you gotta leave. . leave! leave. leave!! “
#SEMI [🦋]- don't it always seem to go#[🦋] fiercehearts#[🦋] josh washington#verse [🦋] exorcism // i've seen what's down there
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"You need to go down to the mines... I've seen what's down there, and I'd give anything to unsee it."
Independent Samantha Giddings of Supermassive Game's Until Dawn.
Selective. Headcanon-Based.
EST. 4-15-2024
Survived by Victoria
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−−−¨༺ "Ordering people around?" she asked, as if clarifying. That was a loaded question. She enjoyed when people actually listened to her which was previously few and far between. "I enjoy being right," she cautiously said. And sometimes being right required that. But when it came to Mike who dated Emily? "I guess we can figure that out together," it came out absent-mindedly and Sam really didn't even catch the implication that she set up for the both of them. Her own eyebrows rose to mirror him slightly before her eyes grew wide. Well, that was on the table and she was just going to pretend she hadn't said anything about it unless he spoke up.
−−− "A month?" Sam looked down at her wrist as if she were wearing a watch. "I think I can make time for that. All you need to do is ask." Were fancy parties like that her cup of tea? No. Not in the slightest. But she spent near every day with Mike and at this point, she knew that the show of support and solidarity would be appreciated from him. She also was well aware that showing up with Mike at a networking event would cause many a headline to come up. More rumors were exactly what she needed, and she was surprisingly unbothered by the ones that had come up thus far.
−−− Eyebrows raised higher as she processed the 'Lose the Sweats' comment. "Oh, so this isn't good enough for you?" Sam asked in mock offense. "But slight nutcases is okay? Because I can't guarantee nutcase-free. You know this," usually she would have been more curt if it were anyone else but Mike. He had a certain..... Effect on her that she didn't want to admit. "Sounds good, but I'm going to get you back. I just have to think of something," the blonde grumbled out the last part.
ㅤMike was...disarming about his charisma and while it wasn't actually intentional on his part, even frustrating on occasion, it absolutely worked in his favor sometimes. He was easy-going and friendly, clever in a way that was usually funny, generally playful and very even-keeled, but people often forgot how intelligent he was - hilarious, considering he was working on a law degree and active on a debate team. Finding and arguing a point was something he did for fun and somewhat professionally in that academic sense, but he wasn't generally known to be argumentative. He had a finer touch, and in this case, it was definitely persuasive in a non-aggressive manner and he knew it, watching her face give away the fact that she knew he was right instantly.
ㅤ"Wait, back up, is that something you're into?" he asked, well aware that he might not get an answer and letting the slow smirk and his eyebrows say everything that he wasn't putting into words - all teasing, though not all joking. He was making it a point not to hit on Sam because they were friends and he didn't want anything about that to be weird, but there was no way in hell he wasn't going to flirt a little. It was probably about 80% of his personality most days. Even so, he shook his head, giving her the benefit of moving on, if she wanted to avoid answering that. "Nothing fancy, I'd try to warn you about that kind of mess in advance, but there's one coming in like a month, if you can be talked into it. It's a kegger over at one of the frat houses, wear whatever you feel like, but maybe lose the sweats? We'll go, mingle a little and make sure everyone knows we're not total nutcases after everything, then take off early. Sound good?"
#para [🦋] that you've don't know what you've got 'til it's gone#[🦋] jesvshotsaucechristmascake#[🦋] mike munroe#verse [🦋] main // you have to go into the mines
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−−−¨༺ "Kind of?" she asked, giving Mike a look. Sure, Sam was a nerd in her own right, but Chris was next level. Many a time she remembered Chris nerding off with Josh who was actually a major nerd. He would often talk about the ins and outs of filmmaking. About the things that went into it. Tropes that made movies stick out, and tropes that doomed them. She always listened, but truthfully, it went in one ear and out the other. "He does journalism? Like he writes for a newspaper? Right?" Sam tried to clarify before practically recoiling. "Why am I asking you?" she laughed out. Though, if anyone was a Superman type, it was becoming increasingly obvious that it would be Mike. "You're quite welcome. I can see your head growing, just a little," she said, reaching up to poke his forehead.
−−− Sam thought briefly at Mike's fake offer. And potentially very real flirting. She put that possibility out of her head. "Lois Lane? That couldn't be hard, right?" she mused aloud, glancing over to the other. "All I'd have to wear is a pantsuit and bring a journal along, right?" A sort of wicked smile worked its way on her features. "Get your undies ready, Stud. I also think Wolfie would make a good Krypto." Don't make suggestions you're not ready to follow through on.
−−− Listening to Mike talk about his mom, or rather, not talk too much about her, Sam gave a nod. She got it. Her own mother was intense as well. Not nearly as much as Mrs. Munroe, but enough. Her mom liked to work more than, potentially, her own kids. It's why when they divorced Sam went with her dad. Plus someone had to help him out. "So it's just putting a blinking neon sign on your back and.. Not necessarily for a good reason," she sympathized. There were a few beats of amicable silence between them before she spoke up. "There's nothing wrong with you, y'know." It felt somewhat awkward to say when that wasn't the implication, but the sentiment stood.
−−− Sam decided to drop it. It wasn't something Mike wanted to dwell heavily on, and it made her annoyed at Mrs. Munroe. Not for the first time, and certainly not the last. So there was a bit of quiet as they walked. It was brisk, the chill causing her cheeks to tinge pink as they continued on, but it was nice to be out. It was like Mike knew that she had been holed up in her room. Like last time. Briefly before she went over to- Not important. "Rainbow. There's something about them that are more pleasing," she answered with an air of importance.
−−− "Hey, uhm," it felt awkward to ask this. Why? "How's Jess doing?" Sam's gaze dropped down as she asked, suddenly feeling like she was walking on eggshells.
ㅤHer question actually stopped him to consider the answer as she got her shoes on and kept going, because she...actually wasn't wrong. "I think I just always thought of Chris as a Clark type and Chris is funny, but he's definitely kind of a nerd," he admitted, because it was something in the way Clark Kent put on that sorta-awkward act, right? It definitely wasn't the glasses, though he never understood how people didn't recognize him just because of a pair of glasses. "You're right, though, the guy playing Superman and Clark Kent right now is super hot, so I'll take the compliment, thank you very much."
ㅤWas she intending to call him super hot? He didn't know and he wasn't asking because there was nothing hot about him right then when he was covered in cuts, bruises and stitches, literally missing fingers and probably some of his sanity, but he would have liked for that to be her intention. "Comic cons? Nope, but I could be enough of a superhero fan to go to one as Superman if you're looking to go as Lois Lane," he teased, about 90% certain that he already knew what the answer to that was, so it definitely wasn't a serious offer, not that he thought any of them would be doing anything too exciting in the way of activities for awhile, anyway.
ㅤThe media issue was certainly a good portion of the reason to avoid something like that, and Sam might try to tell herself that she didn't have to worry about headlines, but she was so very wrong. Ashley had blabbed to the wrong reporter once and the media was loving this crazy sounding story about monsters and psychos and this big mystery of what happened up at that lodge in the mountains, and both Mike and Sam were at least fortunate that her story had painted them like some kind of heroes in the chaos. It was still insanity to talk about it, and so Mike sure as hell wasn't, but it was almost like denying them an answer made the media hungrier for information. "Uh, well, like I said, mom's in campaign mode so everything has to be perfect for her image and the media probably would have been looking my way sometimes even without all this extra shit," he admitted, shrugging a little and hoping that it wasn't a big deal. He remembered how she dealt with that agent they talked to, and the police and rangers before him.
ㅤThen she hit the nail on the head with the question about his mom specifically, and he winced, trying to turn it into a smile and distract himself with getting Wolfie out the door without bowling anyone over or hitting sensitive spots like her knee or his clawed up calf. It worked for about ten seconds. "Yeah, you know how she used to be and she's worse now that it's more 'big time' with the politics. It's kind of a big deal when part of her platform is families and education, then her media-perfect son comes home from a shitshow up in the mountains looking like I do and taking the semester off of everything to do with school. Then, of course, everything else."
ㅤHe didn't go on, partially because he figured maybe she knew what else just from seeing what was hitting the news, and partially because bringing it up sucked. With the lack of a concrete story, it was true that he wasn't being charged with anything, but the media was speculating aggressively and his mother had been quick to remind him that it didn't matter if there were official charges if the public decided something must have happened. It hadn't even struck him until then that he could be believed to have hurt or killed anyone, and it didn't sit well with him, especially after how he'd failed to save Josh. Hell, that had been his fault, hadn't it? Josh wouldn't have been in that situation if Mike hadn't put him there, not really. "You think sprinkles? Can't remember the last time I got sprinkles. You're on. Rainbow or chocolate?"
#para [🦋] that you've don't know what you've got 'til it's gone#[🦋] jesvshotsaucechristmascake#[🦋] mike munroe#verse [🦋] main // you have to go into the mines
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−−−¨༺ Sam gave Mike a sort of look that told him not to brush it off. "Well, you'll keep your thumb, which is good, but..." she trailed off, waiting to get a better look at his injuries before actually finishing that thought. Likely, they were both thinking the same thing. "And, I dare say you're correct. Michael Munroe, you'll live to see one more day," she answered in a cheery tone before holding his thumb to examine it closely. The teeth from the dog definitely broke the skin, which meant, "You'll likely need a rabies shot," she finished her thought from earlier, hazel eyes cutting up to meet his brown ones.
−−− There was no need to hide the level of concern on her face, though some of it was masked by concentration as she methodically unwrapped the bandages on Mike's hand. There was blood starting to leak through to the outer bandages, meaning the initial wound was aggravated. "Because they think they're cute," Sam couldn't hide her look of annoyance at that reasoning. She loved animals, of course, but there was a special place in hell for little dog owners. "They also think that they won't be able to hurt anyone like, say, a Rottweiler could." She reached out to grab the antiseptic in preparation. "And they think they don't need the same level of training that bigger dogs need. It's all around a set up for failure."
−−− Taking off the final layer, Sam finally caught a glimpse of what was left of Mike's fingers. When it came to changes in the hospital, she was always ushered out. Amputations required a level of sanitation they apparently couldn't achieve with her in there. As she finally laid eyes on the injury proper, the blonde couldn't hold back the small gasp. "Oh, Mike," she breathed out, slowly meeting his gaze again, very briefly before her eyes dropped and she busied with cleaning the wound. "Forget what I said about a bit, this'll probably sting a lot."
@actiongrrl is probably going to regret this.
"Hold on, I'll get the antiseptic. This might sting a bit."
ㅤ"Fuuuuuck." If he was being honest, Mike wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or be especially pissed about the fact that he’d survived actual monsters from some kind of nightmare in some of the creepiest places he’d ever been in, yet somehow some little asshole terrier had managed to ruin his day. It just seemed like the experiences and the points he’d taken in badassery should have prepared him to avoid little shits like that, but it really wasn’t like he’d expected trouble in the dog park in broad daylight. “I’ll live, could be worse,” he offered, putting on a smile like it was totally nothing despite them both knowing it was absolutely something.
ㅤWolfie was on the floor next to the dining room chair he was sat in, furry bulk pressed up against his leg despite laying down and at least pretending to look like he was chilling out - the pressure he was exerting against Mike's calf said otherwise, but he got it. The wolf dog had been incredibly well-behaved despite that little demon thing rushing him, yapping and growling and not on a leash. Wolfie had growled and raised his hackles in warning, but as soon as Mike had told him no, Wolfie had stepped back and Mike thought him stepping into the little dog's way would provide a physical barrier; it didn't, and instead he found himself ducking to catch the little dog in mid-leap - predominantly with his left hand because the angle was awkward, and then he'd gotten little teeth clamped down over the meat of his thumb and hand for his efforts. Wolfie had been extremely opposed to this development and the snarling at the threat that would attack Mike had been scarier than Mike would have liked, given how scary the dog already looked, but that little shit would have been a snack for Wolfie if he'd actually tried.
ㅤ"I really don't get how people don't know that their nasty small dogs are a problem off the leash when they're literally rushing other dogs and people," he complained, like that would cover up the problem that was incoming in the form of peeling bandages away from his ruined fingers to check on the still healing wounds. Everything else was doing well enough that most of the colors were gone from his bruises and the bandage jobs on the clawmarks had been slowly shrinking as the edge areas that weren't as deep didn't need to be covered, but his hand was the worst of it. They were bleeding again, because jamming them into a scrabbling little shitstorm of a body hadn't been his best idea. "You know you don't have to do this, I can get it. It's gross as fuck."
#para [🦋] that you've don't know what you've got 'til it's gone#[🦋] jesvshotsaucechristmascake#[🦋] mike munroe#verse [🦋] main // you have to go into the mines
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-- Give this a like and I'll come slide into your DMs and we can get some brainstorming started!
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— The way I only really write with one person at the moment and I’m still like “I should reblog that ‘How Am I Doing With My Character’ meme..”
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SAM GIDDINGS
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−−−¨༺ "True," Sam easily agreed, not even bothering to try and argue the point. Mike was correct, she could easily list every bad reason in likely a single breath. But she would cut him a break. Taking a deep breath in before sighing it out quickly and watching him closely. It was so clear to her that Mike wanted to go. And it would definitely feel closer to life being normal, and that wouldn't be so bad. "But?" she prompted, waiting for him to continue. Sam hated to admit it, but he had a point. The fact the two of them were so secretive definitely didn't paint them in a great light. Shut-ins and other things were being thrown around. Plus, of course, Mike's mom.
−−− For as long as there had been a solid group of friends, Sam was sort of trailing after them and their parties. She never minded them really, but Sam wasn't the super party type. A drink here and there, but that was the extent. "I'm getting the feeling you want me to order you around. I-" she paused, weighing her options even though her mind was made up. Mike knew it, too. "Fine. Is it something fancy, or?" What type of party was this? A college party, sure. That was something that she could do. That wasn't hard. A party the level of one of his Mom's networking engagements? Little more overwhelming. More questions likely to be asked. "Are we matching?"
@actiongrrl could do it, we believe in her.
"if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work."
ㅤ"Okay, first of all, don't cut yourself short because we both know you could list at least half of them in a single frustrated sentence right now if you tried," he pointed out, which was not helpful and he knew it even before it said it, but it was delivered with a soft, easy smile and tilt of his head, fond as all hell despite the fact that she was very adamantly telling him he was wrong and probably kind of dumb. "But, second, everyone's talking and showing up at a party isn't the worst way to spend a Friday night. It might kill some of the novelty factor about us if we're actually, you know, seen in public."
ㅤWas it possible that it would be a catastrophe? Sure. For as social as he'd been all his life, he'd been strangely opposed to being in groups of people he'd considered friends before, even if they weren't close. It was a weird mindset, watching them all be carefree and stupid, playing jokes and horsing around, getting drunk and getting laid - it was all shit that he'd done and enjoyed, thought he'd still enjoy, and yet something about it chafed. Maybe it was time to rip the bandage off and put on a good show of it, like his mother said. Be seen, maybe have some fun in the process. "What if I promise to leave right away with you, take you right home, if you're having a shit time? I'll play bodyguard, nobody gets to say anything you don't like, it'll be your own personal secret service. You might have fun with it."
#para [🦋] that you've don't know what you've got 'til it's gone#[🦋] jesvshotsaucechristmascake#[🦋] mike munroe#verse [🦋] main // you have to go into the mines
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−−−¨༺ "Is Clark a nerd?" Sam passively asked as she pulled on some shoes. Her hand hovered over the only pair of climbing shoes she had left before settling on some old tennis shoes. "Is it just the glasses that make him a nerd? If so, that feels a little rude. Isn't he supposed to be like super hot or something?" She didn't know much about Superman and even less about Clark Kent, truthfully. Which was surprising that Mike knew more? He didn't give off the comic vibes that Chris did. "You a superhero fan or something? You been going to comic cons secretly?" Once everything was tied and placed, she stood up as readily as she could and gave a thumbs up to head out.
−−− Looking up as if she could see the hat on her own head, Sam gave a small smile and a shrug. "I mean. it wasn't the intent, but I guess it works." For the most part, she didn't have to worry about things. Mike wasn't so lucky. There was often a weird bit of feeling left out of the money club, but then at the same time feeling lucky that she didn't have to worry about headlines in this instance. Okay, potentially bad thought, she was absolutely in headlines as news outlets covered the tragedy. However, for the most part, she wasn't hounded for some exclusive.
−−− "How caught up in a media circus are you?" she inquired, giving him a sidelong glance. Because how behaved did Sam have to act. She was never a particularly wild presence, however, she had a penchant for being snippy at stupid questions. It was a miracle that she didn't get in trouble with the police.
−−− There was a pause between them. "Has your mom been up your ass, too? Or just the press?" she asked, despite having an inkling to the answer. Sam realised how lucky she was to have her dad who never pushed her or berated her for what happened. Either time. Her gaze was on Mike and Wolfie to an extent, wanting to hear what it was that was going on with Mike. It was something, he admitted as much. But any details? She loved a distraction from her own problems. "It has been a while," she let out a soft laugh. High school felt like ages ago, despite being roughly a year or two. Hell, that Sam felt like an entirely different person. Sam from last year was different. Sam from a few days? Like she was dead. "I'm feeling something with sprinkles."
Mike would pretty aggressively agree that it was nice not to reopen a wound every time he smiled, but the slow improvement of injuries was rough after getting back. He was glad to be out of the hospital because nobody wanted to stay there, but he felt a bit too much like a different person now that he was back home in California in the sun. Maybe it was just the traumatic experience and that feeling would fade as his injuries did, but when he was all alone with the quiet to himself, he wondered if maybe he’d left more of himself than he’d thought back there on Blackwood Mountain, or maybe he’d left some part and the rest of him had outgrown something here. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but none of it felt like it fit right anymore.
He had to tell himself it was a feeling that would pass, that he could fake it until it was real, and part of that was the quick smiles and easy confidence everyone expected from him. He’d pushed through and kept up the attempt at normalcy after what had happened with Hannah and Beth a year previous, but he wasn’t sure how well he was holding up after this one. Considering Jess was just as messed up as he was, just in different ways, he’d seen her, but hadn’t spent much of the past few days with her. It was Sam that he was missing, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with the fact that he wanted to see her more than his girlfriend. Were he and Jess even dating anymore? God, he didn’t know, and he wasn’t about to bring it up anytime in the near future.
He leaned down when he went for the cut on his head, showing her the supposed improvement and the smile he cracked was easier, more natural. “Cooler Clark Kent is a given, Clark’s a total nerd and I am clearly not,” he pointed out. He still had bandages everywhere, including over the gashes on his chest, neck and collarbone so that clothes didn’t bother them, but she was right that they were healing nicely. He stepped inside a little hesitantly when she almost swung the door in his face – it would be hilariously awful if he refreshed any of his bruises with an accidental door, but he also definitely didn’t want to let Wolfie get too comfortable. He was in training classes on Mike’s parents’ insistence if he was going to have ‘such a big dog’ in the city and since he’d been adamant that the dog stayed, and the wolf was so goddamn smart that he was doing great with it, but he had a mind of his own and he was curious as all hell – Mike could relate.
“I dig the hat, also good incognito look, very nice. I gotta warn you, I think I missed everyone with cameras when I made my escape, but my mom’s campaign is in swing and they’ve been brutal about being up my ass,” he told her when she came back in, pulling an apologetic smile that was almost a wince as he glanced from her to Wolfie sniffing around. He’d been upgraded from the cheap collar needed to get through travel to an actual heavy-duty harness and thick leash, not that he’d needed it. He was incredibly focused on Mike specifically, so running in traffic or chasing after someone or something hadn’t shown as even a possibility. Mostly it just meant that he couldn’t wander too far ahead while they were walking and spook someone else. “But the ice cream is really good, it’s that place we used to go to in high school.”
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//-// So this was a private blog until @jesvshotsaucechristmascake and I decided to resurrect the community so like this if you want to plot!
(I know this is early so I’ll reblog. And actual graphics and Carrd coming soon!)
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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
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−−−¨༺ It was nice to see Mike be able to smile without wincing from reopening a wound. The very visible sign of time passing and healing happening. Sam was starting to look all sorts of sickly yellows and greens as the bruising was healing. Truthfully, she was starting to be able to look at herself in the mirror now able to recognise herself. It was like she was starting to look at Sam and not a victim. That was a terrible mentality to have and she was aware of it. But so far? Being a victim of this… Crime? These monsters made her feel like a commodity more than a person. It was demeaning.
−−− “Wait, are you really Mike Munroe? Really? The sunglasses had me thinking a cooler Clark Kent,” she continued. Though without thinking, Sam reached up to gently inspect the cut on his head. “It’s healing nicely.” It looked mostly the same as in the hospital, but after her own cuts healing and what she learned from nurses, the blonde could tell it was making progress. Despite the roasting and joking she was giving, it was nice to see him. It was getting weird to be without him if she was being honest with herself. And she wasn’t being honest with herself quite yet. That was something she’d acknowledge later.
−−− When he talked about his mom, Sam couldn’t say she was surprised. Mike’s parents weren’t like the Washington’s… Or so she thought. It just went to show the amount of secrets and how important images tended to be. “I hope that someone isn’t you,” she commented quietly. Swallowing slightly she nodded, not wanting to push the mommy issues unless Mike himself wanted to talk about it.
−−− “A walk? Sure. Give me like a sec to get a coat,” Sam hastily answered, nearly shutting the door in Mike’s face. Giving a jerky pause she stopped, turned around, and looked at him. “You guys are welcome in. Rudy is in my room so there shouldn’t be issue.” And with that, Sam ran upstairs to put on warmer clothing than the sweatpants and shirt she was wearing. And a few minutes later, Sam had on a light jacket and a beanie. “Ready.”
ㅤIn both defense and criticism of his parents, Mike also got the facetime treatment from the two of them once or twice, though his mother seemed unable to deal with looking at the wreck that he was while he was still in the hospital, so they stuck mostly to phone calls that Mike kept blissfully short because he was tired and felt like crap. It was true, so not just to get them off the phone, but his mom's insistence that there would be lawsuits and her very real concern about the papers had been as exhausting as anything else he had going on while he was there. It had definitely prepared him for the airport and having cameras and microphones stuck in his face, and he certainly heard about it from his mother as soon as she got home - his photo was already on the internet and he was on the news, only looking slightly better than he had when she'd facetimed him.
ㅤNaturally, he should have covered up, and at least changed his clothes - since they'd been cut out of their clothes and they'd been trashed, he actually had changed, but he also hadn't really bothered to get height-of-fashion replacements for the airport, and that was not camera-ready. He'd also apparently waved someone off with his left hand, which had gotten more attention than he'd thought when people realized he was missing fingers, not to mention the 'dog' that was stuck firmly to his leg and fortunately causing people to give him a wider berth on that side. He was tempted to put Wolfie on Sam's side to give her more room, but the wolf dog was very clearly uncomfortable and he didn't want to risk someone doing something stupid. He'd heard it all, since apparently his personal appearance and company (did this mean that he and Sam were an item? What was the story there? Why did he have a dog suddenly? Was that even a dog?) had prompted far more questions than his mother wanted to field. The picture of them hugging goodbye had gotten almost more attention than Sam breaking down hugging her dad, though both had made their rounds.
ㅤGetting instantly roasted by Sam when she opened the door was pretty par for the course, but he pulled a grin with the healing cut finally not pulling open every time he did anything with his face and pushed the glasses back on to tilt his head like he was posing. "Basically unrecognizable, right? I'd go with the ball cap too, but that cut on my head is still tender," he shot back, playing along and then tilting the glasses back off right away. He put on a good show of casual, but the time away had been surprisingly difficult after what they'd survived and being basically attached at the hip in the hospital and traveling back. He wasn't even sure if she wanted his company now that she'd gotten space again and was back to her real life, but he was going to try.
ㅤ"My mom's ready to kill someone and since I'm the source of all the attention, I was told to keep a low profile and not show off the new colors on my shiner, buuuuut the dog's gotta go for walks and I can't sit in the house anymore," he explained, turning his head to show off the rainbow that side of his face had become, then shrugging like it was nothing and lifting the hand holding Wolfie's leash - the dog was sniffing at the air coming out of Sam's house, clearly interested, so better if they didn't linger long enough for him to decide how he felt about cats. "Walkies? We can get ice cream, my treat."
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−−−¨༺ Everything became a blur. Day in, day out. Recovering at the hospital, the plane ride home, all of it. A day after her parents were notified, Sam's dad would Facetime her daily, and that presence alone almost undid Sam. There wasn't an easy way to tell her father everything that had happened. There wasn't really any way to say anything. She was in between a real rock and a hard place; Bring up the monsters and be treated like she was going crazy, or. Tell her dad about Josh and the prank and have him think poorly about him. Despite her having her own negative misgivings about him.
−−− It was a media circus at both airports and Sam's ability to tune people out had never come more in handy then at that moment. They were asking her questions about everything; What actually happened, the other survivors, what did this mean about her and Mike, was she hiding anything? At some point when the 3rd microphone was shoved in her face, the blonde resigned herself to the fact that this was her life now. It would die down, but never fully go away. All she had become now was an episode on a true crime Youtube channel.
−−− Luckily, her dad came to pick up the both of them and when he hugged her like he was never going to let go- Sam cried. She didn't care if there were pictures. She didn't care if there were people watching. She didn't even care that Mike was right there. Samantha Giddings cried for Hannah and Beth, cried for her friends, cried for Josh, and finally cried for herself. It was therapeutic in a pathetic wet-dog sort of way. And when she had to turn to Mike to say goodbye? Sam nearly wanted to puke with the anxiety bubbling in her stomach; It was the first time they would be apart since everything. When they went for the parting hug, she settled for a "See you on the flip side."
−−− But while the two were convalescing at their own parents, Sam did what she was best at; Hole up in her room. She came down more to talk with her dad than she did with Hannah- She made a promise to herself. But habits die hard. And it was the knock that pulled her out of her bed, laying with Rudy and to the door of her house. Face to face with Mike. "Why are you wearing sunglasses? You look like you're trying one of those bad movie disguises..."
@actiongrrl continued from here because she's a terrible influence!
ㅤMike would have liked to have said that there had been some big plan in mind for Wolfie's name, that he'd thought it out and was making the 'joke' before anyone else could, but the fact of the matter was that he'd referred to the wolf as that in the moment and it had stuck. Better than 'big guy' and 'good boy' all the time, though those also fit, obviously. He had some interesting discussions ahead of him, but he was determined and it wasn't something he had to deal with that day. Night? He had no idea what time it was and given he was a few minutes out from another long nap, he didn't think it mattered.
ㅤ"Looks like I'm not the only one headed for some painkillers," he pointed out, watching her look over her hands and wishing he had the energy to be faux-mad about the 'redneck cousin vibes' she'd just dropped between them, but they were both fading, and the nurse seemed to have super senses about that kind of thing because she was there and ready to move them along. "Good, cause you know, Wolfie would miss you. And I need anything that's going to promote healing, at this rate."
ㅤHe gave her an attempt at the cocky smirk that he was so well known for at that, even a wink, but it was hindered by the bruising, black eye and split lip. Still, he offered up a wave of a bandaged hand almost like a little salute while the nurse approached to likely get Sam settled and then come back for him. "Yes to movie, you can even pick it."
ㅤAs expected, he was gone to the world right after he got the painkillers, but at least it was sweet relief, and so began a cycle of sleep, company and dealing with nurses and doctors that thankfully didn't last more than a few days. There was a surprisingly helpful cop (agent) from the day of their rescue who made friends enough with Wolfie to help with walking him until Mike could get his ass up consistently, and then very likely pulled some strings that Mike wasn't asking about to help with getting Wolfie on a plane with Mike and Sam back to California. From what he'd heard, he was the last one ready to leave and it was mostly his fingers that they were really focusing on at that point. Well, that and the head injuries before he got on a plane - seemed like a good idea.
ㅤGetting through security had seemed like a task, but compared to what he was headed home to, he was okay if it was a circus for a little while. Naturally, his parents had been in touch because he wasn't underage anymore, but he was still a college student living out of the dorms and very clearly not going back to school right away. That meant that he was headed home, and his mother was not going to be happy with the look of him - or his new dog. He almost tried to hitch a ride with Sam and her dad when they met up with the man at the airport, but he pulled a smile and apologized for not shaking hands with a show of bandages (and Wolfie's leash in the least damaged one) and hoped he didn't look as utterly wrecked as he still felt. Then, his own dad was coming out of the crowd waiting by the arrivals area and he leaned in for a quick, gentle hug on Sam and promised he'd talk to her soon.
ㅤSoon didn't come quite fast enough, but he finally made his escape down the street on foot under the pretense of walking Wolfie and just made for an extended trip when he showed up at Sam's house two days after the plane, pulling his sunglasses off to grin at her at the door. "Hey. I was in the neighborhood."
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