#I knew one day you guys will notice he's sus too
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NOW YOU KNOW WHY I FUCKING MADE MY WINTER LOOKS LIKE THIS HAAA!! @banned-for-horny
WINTER IS FUCKING SUS! Like you know the type of character that is hungry for knowledge and looked so harmless and nerd and even nice but turned out to be would literally do ANYTHING for more knowledge? Yeah, I have always seen Winter like that.
#dollya art#I KNEW IT#I knew one day you guys will notice he's sus too#my train of thought was like “Winter huh? Must be fun making him all white and white hair as well lol wait all white and pale isn't it-”#boom!#winter the history teacher#ivory wraith
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Hiya! Idk if you still take in smut prompts reqs buuut if you do could I request 24, 26, 27 with san? maybeee you're fwb and he gets jealous of you with another guy ohoho i would never look at any man other than you sansjdbedjdbd thank you!!!
a little jealousy - choi san
dude. my head is spinning for this fic and i’m so excited to write this kind of san … mannnn
warnings: dom!mean!san, toxic relationship, rough sex, sub!reader, spitting, hairpulling, keeho appears and gets flirty, manhandling, possessive san, implied abandonment issues (san tells reader), jealousy!!!!!, throat fucking, guided masturbation, vein bulging, implied su!c!de, cnc!!, degradation, breeding kink! forced but willingly making reader swallow a dry plan b, etc. as always, lmk if i missed anything!
24. what would he say if he saw you on top of me losing your fucking mind hm?
26. the day you leave me is the day i slit my fuckin’ throat
27. can’t you see you’re made for me?
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“you can’t be serious,” your friend drops her expression, waiting for your response.
“yes! i’m serious. i don’t wanna go out tonight, i don’t wanna deal with weird guys everywhere.” you used this as an excuse to see your “friend” san tonight, as he said he’d be home all day.
“bitch, go put something on, we’re going and it’s final.” you groan as you pull out a black midi body-con silk dress, the chest falling loosely onto your cleavage. you put on your black YSL heels with gold detailing, your hair and makeup done and curled.
you head out with your friend, arriving to the rather large club an hour away. this club was the talk of the town, owned by a man named Park Seonghwa. he owned multiple, this one being the largest. the music blares through the speakers, your skin glistening with body glitters and oils.
your friend shouts something and walks away, you assume she’s grabbing drinks and a guy on her way. you walk over to the dance floor, in hopes that you’d see someone you knew. to your luck, you see a guy from your high school. you walk over to him and tap his arm to get his attention. he turns towards you as you catch him by surprise.
“y/n! hi! it’s been so long! how are you? how’s everything been?” he exclaims as he pulls you in for a hug.
the hand placement of his grazes your lower back as you only wrap one arm around his shoulders from underneath his arm. you hug back in a friendly remark, as his fingertips graze the upper part of your ass. “i’ve been great, how have you been, kee?”
you smile in response to his loud voice. you know why he’s so touchy feely with you— just not sure as to why and how you ran into him on a night like this. you knew you didn’t want to be here.
“i’m great, you look beautiful, y/n. do you wanna come sit with me and my friends?” he leans to your height, shouting in your ear so you’d hear him well.
“sure! i don’t know where my friend went.”
you follow keeho through the crowd of sweaty and drunk people, reaching the table everyone was seated at. it’s like you’re in high school again, seeing all the familiar faces.
“y/n! oh my god you look great! how are you?” mingi says. he’s grown into a handsome man, you won’t deny that. you conversate with the group, catching up and laughing with everyone. you find it weird now that you look back at it— that all of your friends are guys.
as you’re sitting with keeho, the jokes he makes make your breath hitch, needing to catch yourself before you choke on your drink. you laugh up a storm with him, playfully slapping his leg by yours. he leans closer to your ear, whispering a bunch of nothings as you laugh even harder while your face turns a slight cherry red.
you open your eyes and across the dance floor, a black couch is planted against the wall. a man about 5’11” is seated with his legs slightly spread, watching you. you do a double take, noticing that he looks familiar— almost too familiar— that he looks like san.
the friend you’ve been fucking behind everyone’s back.
he watches you with his black button up and black straight leg slacks, a silver chain hiding underneath the flaps of his collar.
he leans his elbow onto his knees where his chin rests on his knuckles, watching the way your friends are getting handsy with you. you’ve laughed a little too hard, and san doesn’t like that.
you turn your attention back to keeho where he’s still laughing and talking about some girl he slept with last week.
“hey, i’m gonna go get a drink, see you later.” you’re still distracted by san’s gaze, your knees already threatening to buckle. you manage to walk over to where san was, he walks out of the club as you follow wherever he’s headed to.
you both make it outside, his car already started and the passenger door already opened for you to get into.
“가자” he speaks. though you’re not sure what it means, you use your pretty brain to understand that he wants you to get in the car.
“don’t wanna hear a word from you, understand?”
“h-how did you find me?” you manage. you were just told to not speak, but curiosity killed the cat.
“did you not understand what i just said?” he stops the car, fully turning towards you. his black hair bounces when he shifts gears again, speeding through the highway.
“take your phone out and tell your friend you’re not coming home tonight. tell her you feel sick.” he does not change expressions, nor does he turn his attention to you.
the rest of the car ride is silent until you reach his home. it’s a grey brick home, with long windows on each side of the door. it looks like a castle, but it’s a homey feel.
he unlocks the door, holding it open for you to get in.
what a gentleman.
“take your clothes off. leave the heels on.” he says as he’s unbuttoning his blouse and throwing his shoes off. you’re well behind him, still struggling to unzip the dress. he notices your struggle, unzipping it himself and ripping it off.
“look me in the face and tell me what was so funny. if you wanted to go to a comedy show so bad, you should’ve just told me. didn’t have to fuck around with random guys, did you?”
he grabs the back of your head through a fist full of your hair, your hands on each side of your hips. he tilts your head upwards, giving himself access to your neck, licking a stripe up to the middle of your collarbone and up to your chin. he inches closer to your lips then pulls away, not letting you kiss him.
“you think you deserve to kiss me after you practically already fucked some other guy? listen to me, and listen carefully. i know you have issues darling, and maybe you don’t hear it enough, but you belong to me.” he caresses your face, in a faux sympathetic manner, spitting venom into your skin.
“i don’t understand what’s gotten you so worked up, sannie. we’re not even dating, so why are you so jealous?” your eyes sparkle with lust, san feeding into the delusion that he’s your man and no one else’s, even though he’s made it clear he doesn’t do the whole “dating thing”.
“‘m not jealous, baby. i just don’t like other people playing with my toys. don’t you get upset when other kids play with your toys, darling?” his hand snakes its way under your bare chest, squeezing your tit as san tugs a moan out of you.
he kisses your jaw, moving up to your lips, finally kissing you the way you think you deserve. he moves his hand to snake its way around your throat, his tongue exploring various areas of your mouth.
“on your knees, right now, jagi.” its so fucking hot that he speaks two languages. it almost makes your panties pool with arousal. he hears you whimper as you get onto your bare knees, the backs of your gold heels poking your thighs.
“‘m gonna fuck this tiny throat. if i hear a word, you’re not cumming at all. i’ll cum in you all night and won’t let you do the same. am i clear?” he fists your hair into his large hand, forcing you to look up at him when he speaks. he looks fucked out already, as you do so yourself.
not-so-innocently, you agree to his command, mouth already falling open, ready to take him into your throat. you bob your head up and down slowly, releasing with a pop then spitting onto the base of his cock to make it easier for you to suck.
he never fails to surprise you with his size. you use your right hand to support you in getting him to reach his first high of the night, sucking and swallowing all of the spit and precum on his length.
“yeah, fucking hell. doing so good f’ me. you fucking belong to me. never wanna see you leave.” he bucks his hips into your mouth as you threaten to whine out in response. before he can reach his orgasm, he pulls you back up by your jaw to kiss you open mouthed-ly.
“lay back and spread those pretty thighs for me.” he stands at the edge of the bed, watching the way your pussy already throbs with need, desperate to have him inside already. your walls gush with desperation for san’s veins running against your walls.
his fingers graze softly over the inside of your thigh as he lifts your leg to easily access into your hole. he slaps the tip onto your clit a couple of times, earning gasps and pleas from you. after moments of teasing you, he gives in and immediately pounds into your sopping cunt.
“wanna hurt you in the best fucking way possible. never wanna see you laughing with another guy again. it hurts me,” he groans as he slowly strokes himself into you,
“the day you leave me is the day i slit my throat. i’m fucking crazy for you, y/n. don’t you understand? can’t you see you’re made for me?”
you moan in response, his words sending an electric wave through your core, already cumming around his length. he feels you clenching around his cock as his eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head. his stomach tightens as he tries to balance himself with not cumming and making you cum over and over again, his abs making your head spin.
“s-san, fuckin- it’s too much.” you gasp. you’re so overstimulated from your countless orgasms, you think you’ll start crying.
“it’s not. don’t make me stop.” he pounds into you furiously, making you cry out for him to stop, though you never want him to.
he flips the two of you over, making your legs shake and your arms weak as you have to balance yourself this time.
“rub that pussy, fuckkkk, just like that. watch me fuck you stupid. make sure you know who the fuck you belong to, how’s that?” he groans as he spreads his legs to balance himself as he fucks up into you. you fail to rub your clit, too overwhelmed by the pleasure that san is building in your cervix.
tears run down your face as a sign of overstimulating yourself, san moving up to lick them off your face. laying back down, he pounds up into you almost too fast you start seeing stars.
“look at you, fuckin’ stupid whore. what would he say if he saw you on top of me losing your fucking mind hm? what would he say? enlighten me, darling. would he think you’re a whore?” he stills his thrusts, burying himself deep in your uterus.
“i’m not- i’m not a whore!” you cry out.
“oh, but yes you are. you say you’re not but here you are, fucking a married man and crying over some dick. what does that say about you?” you feel like he’s gaslighting you, but he’s completely right. you should be ashamed of yourself, but you’re getting off knowing that you make san crazy.
“th-that i’m a whore.” you admit.
“look at that, your brain works!” he smirks as he twitches into your cervix, almost cumming in your stomach.
“san! pull out, you can’t cum in m-me!” you beg. you don’t want him to cum in you. you’re not ready for anything at all.
“gonna fill you up, cus that’s what i do to sluts. i knock them up and never fuckin’ see them again. want me to show you how much of a slut you are?”
“n-no! fuck, please pull out. let me go!” you beg. you’re so scared but so turned on by it, not even thinking of using a safe word right now.
you feel his hips still, his cock twitching in you as he empties himself in you. he pulls out after a few seconds, reaching for his nightstand. he takes out a plan B box, making you dry swallow the pill.
“the next time you wanna fuck around with random guys, think about the consequences, darling. i watch every move you make.”
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Mutual Feelings.
Jaune is in his room playing video games with May. They are sitting on Jaune's bed facing the TV.
Jaune: Almost! Almost! I got you!! Woo-ho!! Another victory for me~
May: *Sad* Oh… I lost again.
Jaune: Don't be sad. You're playing a lot better now. And one day maybe you'll beat me, but I'm really good so… *He said it with a smug smile*
May: *Smiling she pushes Jaune a little with her shoulder* Shut up, ugly. You suck
Jaune: *Chuckles*
*Knock! Knock!*
Nora: *Walks in the room* Hey guys...
Jaune: Oh hey Nora. I though you went to the movies with Ren.
Nora: We are, is just that I forgot my wallet here. Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin your date. *She smiles, teasing him*
The two individuals in question blush at the comment.
Jaune: *Red* Is not a date!
Nora: Sureee... *takes her wallet* and I am not in love with Ren.
Jaune grabs one of her pillows if he throws it at her.
Jaune: Leave!
Nora quickly leaves the room, laughing in the process.
Jaune: Jeez, that Nora. Sorry about that May.
May: *Blushing* I-It's ok.
Jaune: I'm going to get something to eat at the vending machines. Want something? *He says as he starts to get up*
May: I'll go with you! *She says as she stands up as well*
Without noticing, May lost her balance and tried to hold on to Jaune. He realizes this and tries to catch her. But they both fall to the ground, May on top of Jaune.
Jaune: Ouch... May, are you ok?
May: Y-Yes, I'm fine.
May raises her head to see Jaune, and he is stunned after see in her face so close. For him it was as if for the first time he saw how beautiful May is. Her beautiful gray eyes, her delicate tanned skin, her gorgeous red hair. Jaune already had feelings for her, but he never made a move out of fear of losing her friendship. But seeing her in this position, he knew that he had to act and make her his girlfriend, and one day her future wife.
Jaune: *Nervous* M-May!
May: *Jumps a little in surprise* Y-Yes!
Jaune: I like you a lot! Please go out with me!
May: *Blushing* Eh?!
Jaune: I have always liked you but I was afraid to say it thinking that maybe I would lose your friendship. But I can't contain myself anymore! I really like you a lot, and hope we can even get marry one day!
May *RED* EH?!!!
Jaune: W-what you think about that?
May: I... I.... I like you too!! *She says at the top of her lungs* I always liked you, but I was afraid you were going to reject me. I'm so happy!
She suddenly reaches for Jaune's head and kisses him passionately. Jaune can feel her moving her hands over his body as they kiss. He feels how her hand walks along his chest, his stomach, and then ends up on his…
Jaune: *Stops Kissing* May, that's my-!
May: I'm sorry, but I've waited so long for this that I can't contain myself. I really love you a lot. I want to feel close to you as much as possible. Please…
She looks at him with a pleading face. She looked so tender that Jaune couldn't deny her. He thought that having sisters would help you with these things, but when the girl you like begs you so sweetly, how can he refuse?
Jaune: O-Ok, I want this too.
May: *Smiling* I love you~ *Kiss*
Moments later....
May: Jaune~💕 Ah!~💕 I love you su much~💕
Jaune: I love you too~ Fuck!~💕
Jaune was sitting on his bed, while May was in the back of him, enjoying how his member penetrated deep inside her again and again.
May: I can't think straight if you keep thrusting like that!~💕
Jaune: I can help it. You feel to good~ *starts kissing her neck*
May: You too!~💕 FUck~💕! You're the only one for me. I want to be with you forever.
Jaune: God damn it. I think am about to cum.
May: Please do. Please cum inside me~💕
Jaune hugs May tightly with both arms and begins to fuck her with more intensity.
May: Yes!~💕 Keep fucking me like that!~💕
Jaune: Oh shit!~💕 I'm getting close!
May: I'm close too, don't stop!~💕
Jaune: Oh fuck! Oh fuck!! Oh FucK!!
May: Give it to me!!
Jaune: OH FUCk!!
Jaune pushes May down with all his strength. His cock shot all of his cum deep inside her, filling her whole.
May: Oh GOD!!~💕 Is so much! I love you so much!
Jaune: *Huff* *Huff* I love you too.
May: *Hugs him tight* Fuck, lets stay like this for a momento ok?
Jaune: Of course.
May: *Kiss him* I so happy to be with you.
Jaune: *Kiss her back* Me too.
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REBLOGS WELCOME! :D
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So therapy is going well.
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“And you know what? You know what else, Mariana?”
“Yes? What?”
Slime leans closer, a sneer on his face as he says: “Your sex playlist sucks.”
And that is too far. Too far.
Mariana tackles him out of his chair with an offended roar, ignoring Roier’s cries from the other side of the desk.
“Gentleman, please!” Roier protests. “Not in the office, please! Take it outside!”
Slime’s face screws up in anger. He grabs Mariana’s shoulders, nails digging in through the spandex of Mariana’s suit.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, voice low. He meets Mariana’s eyes and brings his head closer; almost reflexively, Mariana does the same until their noses are brushing.
“Is that what you want?” Slime repeats, his breath ghosting over Mariana’s lips. “Do you want to take it outside, Mariana?”
“Oh my God,” Roier says.
“No,” Mariana replies. “I want you to kiss me.”
And he does.
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Really, therapy is going well. Better than Mariana had expected, what with the single least experienced person on the island acting as his therapist. Because Roier of all people was obviously the best choice, ignore his murderous grudge against his ex… whatever, and his fun new hobby of putting children in pits to fight to the death. The guy whose last relationship ended in literal murder is obviously the best person to be the island’s court-mandated couples’ counselor.
But, well, it’s working, surprisingly enough. Slime hasn’t wished death upon Mariana in days, and Mariana is almost allowed to tuck their daughter into bed. And Flippa? She’s happier than ever (though, really, that isn’t saying much.)
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“What the fuck are you doing?!”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Mariana? I’m meditating. Just like the doctor ordered.”
The chainsaw in Slime’s lap disagrees with that statement. As does the blood spattered across his face. And the dying BadBoyHalo groaning on the floor in front of him.
Bad rolls onto his back and looks up at Mariana pleadingly. He mouths, ‘help me’.
Flippa stands over him holding a gun three times too big for her tiny little egg hands. She waves it cheerfully in greeting as she notices Mariana in the doorway.
Mariana rolls his eyes and groans, throwing his arms into the air. “Chinga su madre, man, what did I tell you? Stop killing people on the rug! Do you know how hard it is to clean it?”
Bad coughs blood onto said rug indignantly. Bastard.
“Well, maybe people shouldn’t try and kill our daughter on the rug,” Slime calmly responds. He speaks slowly, and Mariana is thankful for it. His translator can only work so fast, and most of his husband’s murderous rampages go by too quickly for the translator to pick up. It’s a pain.
“Oh, is that what happened?” Mariana asks.
Slowly, he walks towards Bad, whose eyes are slowly draining of life. He’s got maybe ten more seconds left before he’s forced to respawn. Mariana could save him right now.
He pulls out his sword instead.
Juanaflippa backs up, already covered in too much blood for her tastes.
“He-” Mariana points at Slime. “-is the only person allowed to kill eggs. Mamahuevo, fuck you.”
As soon as Bad is dead, Slime jumps to his feet and pulls Mariana into a bruising kiss, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him tight. The chainsaw digs into Mariana’s back slightly, but it’s hard to pay attention to that when his husband is right there.
“You are so hot when you’re killing people,” Slime murmurs.
And Mariana doesn’t quite understand what he said, his translator out of sight, but he knows when he’s being sweet talked well enough.
“Me encantas,” Mariana says. “Now…” (What are the words?) “...put the chainsaw down and take me to bed.”
And he does.
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Once, there was a time when Mariana couldn’t remember why he married Slime. Well. He still doesn’t know why he married Slime, or when. It just sort of happened one day, and maybe they should have gotten divorced long ago for Flippa’s sake. But, hey, they got married before they even knew each other. They spent most of their marriage apart. Now that they’re being forced together, Mariana can definitely see the appeal of being married to Slime. He’s funny, and he’s smart, and he’s very attractive. Who cares if he’s literally made out of slime? That just makes him special.
A human, a slime, and an egg. What a family.
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Juanaflippa is still learning how to write. Her English is messy, but her Spanish is messier. Mariana tries not to think that it’s his fault for not being there for her, but he also knows that it is kind of his fault. He knows that, so Slime doesn’t need to keep rubbing it in like the asshole he is.
“Oh, wow, Flippa! That’s great!” Slime coos upon being presented with Flippa’s most recent attempt at signmaking. Mariana can’t really understand what’s written, but he thinks that he knows one or two words: ‘mom’ and ‘dad’.
Flippa hops up and down excitedly and quickly scrambles back up to her room to get another sign to work on.
Mariana idly watches her go, sprawled out across Slime’s couch with his translator in his hand ticking away. One annoying thing about his husband is how fast he talks, it’s impossible to keep up. Literally impossible. Luckily, Mariana’s been working on his English when he’s been alone, so he can at least try to figure out what’s going on without having his translator out all of the time.
Slime sighs and slumps onto the couch by Mariana’s feet. Without hesitation, Mariana kicks his legs up onto Slime’s lap; Slime doesn’t move them.
“She’s learning so fast…” Slime says.
Mariana nods. “Yes, you are a good teacher.”
“Yeah, I sure am.”
The accusation is left unsaid, but Mariana hears it, anyway.
Lightly, he kicks Slime in the chest. “Hey, fuck you. I’ve been trying.”
“I’m sure you have,” Slime responds, and the condescension is dripping so thickly from his voice that it’s in a puddle on the floor. Or maybe that’s just Slime himself.
Mariana kicks him again. He doesn’t say anything, though, because maybe therapy has been working. A week ago, they would have been yelling by now. Today, though? He’s happy enough to stew in his discontent.
He likes the quiet, anyway. Slime is a lot prettier when he isn’t screaming his head off. Very nice to look at. Muy guapo. He pretends that Slime isn’t looking back if only because acknowledging it would make him blush, and he would like to keep his dignity, thank you very much.
Eventually, Juanaflippa comes back downstairs with a new sign.
‘Te quiero, papá,’ is written on it in shaky chicken-scratch letters, and it’s enough to almost make Mariana cry. Almost.
He slips off of the couch and pulls Flippa into a hug. “Aww, Flippa, yo también te quiero.”
She wiggles in place happily. The wiggling becomes more enthusiastic when Slime goops his way into the hug as well, tucking his chin into the crook of Mariana’s neck.
Slime says, “Te amo, Juanaflippa.”
And, well, it’s not quite right, but he’s got the spirit.
Mariana looks up at him with a slight pout. “What the fuck? Why don’t you say that to me?”
Slime rolls his eyes. “Fine, I guess I can say it, I guess.”
And he does.
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And then there’s the sex. But that was fine before, to be honest. The only thing that has improved about it is their playlist.
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Slime’s new house has a bedroom with enough space for the both of them, and it’s almost nice enough to make Mariana consider partially moving in. Almost.
Their beds are on opposite sides of the room because, frankly, they aren’t ready to properly share a bed yet. But the floors are bare so as to make it easier to push their beds together when wanted.
Mariana wants.
He pokes his head out into the living room. Slime is right where he left him, facedown on the rug after a long day of renovating. Juanaflippa is asleep upstairs, nobody else is awake on the server to interrupt or eavesdrop, it’s the perfect opportunity.
“Hey, Slime,” Mariana says, and that’s enough to get his husband to roll onto his back with a groan.
“What are you still doing here?” Slime yawns. He covers his mouth halfheartedly, stretching his legs out sleepily. “I thought you went to bed.”
“I did,” Mariana confirms. “You have a bed. Come on, get into it with me.”
And usually that’s enough to get Slime up and moving, but he doesn’t so much as look at him. No, his eyes slip shut, and he lets his arms fall across his body like a mummy’s.
Oh. He’s tired.
“Estoy cansado,” Slime sighs. “Lo siento, mi novia. No sexo tonight.”
Mariana can’t help but be disappointed. The sex is one of his favorite things about their relationship. It’s the one thing that he and Slime could agree on before the court case, the one single bit of solidarity in their relationship.
But… it is late, and maybe Mariana is a bit tired as well.
So he goes out of the bedroom to pick Slime up, only buckling a little under his weight. (For a sentient pile of goo, he’s fucking heavy.)
Slime’s eyes flutter open, and his face wrinkles in confusion as he’s moved. He looks up at Mariana blearily, unsure as to what he’s doing. Honestly, Mariana doesn’t know what he’s doing, either. This is weird.
“Your back is going to hurt if you sleep on the floor,” is Mariana’s excuse even though he knows fully well that Slime doesn’t have a spine.
“Oh, cool, alright,” Slime says. If he snuggles into Mariana’s chest a little, neither acknowledges it. “Gracias.”
“De nada.”
He drops Slime into his bed and hesitates. What now? Does he… tuck him in? He’s a grown man, he can tuck himself in.
Mariana turns to… go, he guesses, to go back to his own house, but he’s stopped by a goopy hand wrapping itself around his wrist and refusing to let go no matter how hard he tries to pull away.
“Slime, come on, let go,” Mariana groans. “Maybe I want to go to bed too, huh?”
“Then get in here,” Slime says, and that’s all the warning Mariana gets before being yanked down with a yelp onto the bed.
Slime hums, and then he’s out like a light, snork mimimi, and all. Mariana stares at him for a good moment, and then he sighs and takes his glasses off. He takes Slime’s glasses off as well, and, after placing them both onto the bedside table right next to each other, he lets himself relax. There isn’t quite enough room for the both of them, but he thinks it can make it work.
And he does.
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So, yes, therapy has been working. It’s been working very well.
(Now, if only someone could get the therapist a therapist. Mariana is starting to get sick of hearing about Roier’s relationship problems at what are supposed to be his therapy sessions. At this rate, Mariana is going to kill Spreen himself if only to stop the complaining.)
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fools ( chapter 2 )
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pairing : steve harrington x fem!reader
genre : angst, just angst tbh. it hurts
warning : tw// anxiety thoughts, panic attack, su!c!dal thoughts, implied attempt, this is a quite heavy part, death?? 👀
summary : in which the nightmare has been chasing her finally caught up
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a/n : it’s finally here guys, the second part of fools. this one focused more and more to her background. read till the end you won’t regret it. tell me what you think about it on the comments. and i’m not really good about giving warnings so please do tell if i forgot about something
When she, Nancy, and Robin went to the local library, she found herself focusing on what had just happened a few moments earlier between her and Steve. Her eyes keep falling back onto Nancy’s back, no matter how many times she looks away from it. Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. Sweet Sweet Nancy Wheeler. The person she once wished—or perhaps still is but she doesn’t want to admit it—to wake up as in the morning. She wondered what Nancy’s world looks like. How it looked during the time of their relationship. Was Nancy Wheeler’s world sweet as candies on Halloween night? Was it filled with the uncertainty of what she shared with Jonathan back then? Or does it ever look like an empty space that seems to not have any end to it like how her world always feels like?
The last thing she wanted to do was compare her fate with others. She is a firm believer that everyone’s world has been there too at some point of their life. The idea of not knowing what to do, what to feel. The emptiness in their life. The feeling of not being good enough. The want to just exist with no single thought that would burden their mind. Everybody has different lives, different problems that end with different solutions. But they all have been there before, at the empty space that doesn’t seem to have any end to it. Some managed to escape from it, some still are lost in it—like her.
It’s not just about Steve. It’s pathetic if all of her problems come just because of a boy whose heart doesn’t beat for her. But, gosh, she wished it was all because of him, cause things would’ve been easier that way. It would’ve been easier if it all came from Steve and not the one she called ‘family’. Are they even a family to begin with? No, wait—the important question is that is she a part of that family?
People rarely notice her, that is a fact. Steve somehow did, and she doesn’t know why and how he did it. But she really meant it when she thanked him for noticing her. All her life, her family always seems so distant. Growing up in a house where she doesn’t feel comfort and all. It’s all because they never noticed her. She could barely remember when they last sat down and talked to her. When was the last time they got into her world? No one seems to be interested in it. Good for them, her world isn’t filled by rainbows and colorful colors.
What she hated the most was when she sat by the dining table with the others. And then she just sat there, no words coming out of her mouth. Just sat and stared at the food in front of her. Watching as others converse with one another. It was as if at that moment she became entirely invisible and was floating out of her body, it feels like she never doesn’t exist. They’re not that bad of a family, they never lay a hand on her. So that gotta count as something good, right? They are a perfect family, sort of, if you count her out like others always do.
She never knew what she ever did wrong and it’s not like they never talk to her, they do. It’s just they never pay attention. A casual “how’s your day?” In which she replied by an okay. Sometimes—every once in a while, they would praise her about her grades during dinner. Then they would move forward to talk about her other siblings’ day before she could utter any words about it. Then, at that point, everything would suddenly become bigger as she became smaller. It feels like the world was slowly suffocating her and when she had enough, she stood up and went outside the house–not bothering to announce where she was going cause it doesn’t even matter anyway. She went to Steve, like she always does.
There were no tears that escaped her eyes cause she did not feel sad, she felt empty. And being with Steve Harrington might be the only way to fill some of the emptiness. They would sit in his backyard, looking up to the sky and just talk. Being in each other's world, together. Steve’s family wasn’t exactly the ideal happy family, both of his parents were too busy with their jobs, constantly going business trips—leaving Steve alone or at the hands of their maid. She knew he felt sad about that too, there’s no way he didn’t feel that way cause if he didn’t then he wouldn’t come to her that one day—their second meeting.
But she never once heard Steve complain or verbally do something about it. If anything, he grew to enjoy his parents’ absence, giving him a sense of freedom he said. Like she had stated before, people have different solutions for their problems. Steve knows how to control the situation, how to control his feelings, something that she isn't able to do. Her feelings always seem to flow around like a flood because there is no extent on how much you can feel about something.
Perhaps that’s why when the vecna’s curse got her, it didn't come as a surprise at all. Slowly she walked down the empty hallway, looking around warily, heart threatening to leap out her chest. “Steve? Are you there?” She doesn’t know why her first instinct was to call out his name, foolishly expecting him to show up out of nowhere. Wishing that she is not where she thinks she is right now.
She could hear voices calling out her name, crawling around her, attaching themselves to her like a parasite as it gets louder. It feels almost like something was tugging her from the inside of her head. And it comes in many forms, her mother’s, father’s, those people at school, the teacher that gave her a disappointing look when he handed her report card, but most of all, the voice that she heard the loudest was Steve’s.
“Her? She’s just a friend, that's all. We’re kind of close.” The words that he once said to Tommy H. and Carol—back when they just started hanging out with one another. Just a friend. Kind of. For a moment, she had thought that she finally became invisible from his world again. She never thinks about that moment after that so why is it coming back now?
Walking down the hallway, she found herself finding that each room in that house holds memories that make her vulnerable the most. One that is filled with those dinners at her house. One about when she and her parents first argued back when she was a kid—the only time she had asked them about why they were acting like she was invisible. They only say that she is overreacting and then she never asks again. Couldn’t bear if she had to receive the same answer as a young adult she is right now. Knowing that hearing the answers from her parents would finally convince her to let go and cut all of the ties from this world—including the one that connected her and Steve together.
Pushing a door open, she found herself looking at a scene that had happened minutes—or perhaps hours before, she doesn’t know how time works in this ‘vision’ or upside down, wherever she is right now. Vecna seems to be taking its time with her—deciding to kill her slowly with her own emotions. With her hand—now gripping the doorsill, she lets herself watch the scene once more.
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When Steve first saw her standing like a statue, unmoving from her spot. He was convinced that the world was ending right in front of his eyes. It was the nightmare that he begged never to live in. He could hear the others calling out her name and then his name. His name. But his eyes remain on her as his feet—too—seem unable to move from his spot. Scared that if he moves, it all becomes real.
This is it, he thought. He’s losing her and this time for real. Suddenly he was 13 again, finding her unconscious in her room—that time where she wasn’t eating from all the stress she got. He remembered shouting for her parents. He remembered shouting at her parents for not giving her the attention she deserves. He remembered being so scared that he spent the next few days beside her, not listening when she said she was feeling alright.
No. Not her please. Why her? He wanted to shout out loud but there were no words that came out of his mouth. Nancy appeared in front of his eyes, grabbing his shoulders—shaking him to make him come back to reality. To the reality that she is possibly dying. “Steve, Steve!! I know this is a lot to take in but please we need you here. What is—what is her favorite song?” Nancy asked frantically.
“I-I, what? What? I’m sorry.” Tears were already streaming down his face at that point. Not being able to control himself. Losing her. Losing here. Gone. Her. The words seem to repeat themselves in her mind like a plague that refuses to go away.
Slap
“Dude! Hi, Steve! If you don’t tell us right now, we might lose her forever. So please I don’t want us to lose anyone ever again. Come on, man.” Dustin slapped him across the face, trying to bring back some senses into him.
Her favorite song. Her favorite song.
“Oh God, Oh God.” His hands went up to his hair, gripping it tightly as he spun around, eyes frantically searching for something. Years of them together, she always said that she doesn’t have a specific one song to call as her favorite. It always seems to change again and again over the years. It was never permanent. Except, except maybe that song.
One that always brings stars to her eyes.
One that always makes her smile to most as she sings it passionately during their car rides.
One that they always sang together.
Automatically, his feet bring him to a sprint to the car. She must have left the cassette tape somewhere in the car, it hasn’t been too long since the last time they had their annual karaoke rides. When he found what he was searching for, he didn’t waste time running back to the others. With shaky hands, he puts the cassette into her walkman then he tosses it to Nancy who immediately puts it on for her.
Please, please come back.
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“So please I beg you right now. Don’t love the girl who wasted your feelings when there are others who would love you—who have been in love with you like how you’ve been in love with her. When there are others who would trade everything they have just to fill the empty space that was left by her in your heart. Don’t be a fool.”
Fool. That was the word she described him as. The word she describes them as. Then she watches as Steve leaned down and whispers to her. The words that have kept her distraught, then one that keeps repeating themselves in her mind. “There is no empty space that was left by Nancy in my heart.”
She doesn’t know what that means. She doesn’t want to know the meaning behind his words. Was he saying that even after what happened between him and Nancy—his feelings remain the same, stronger as ever. Oh how she wished she doesn’t care about it but she does. She does and it painfully hurts to watch him like that. The flood of her emotions came back crashing to her when she heard him say that. Dragging her down the streams, drowning her in it.
He doesn’t care. He won’t care.
A chill went up her spine as she heard that devilish voice. That cold voice that would give kids a nightmare that they won’t ever forget. But despite all that, she still is not scared. She turned around, going outside the room. And there it is—Vecna—walking so slowly towards her.
Why the moments before her death is when she felt at peace the most. There was a feeling of ease that covered her heart at that moment as if death itself was hugging her and giving her the comfort she needed the most. Closing her eyes, she lets death welcomes her to the other side of the world. Letting it take her to a place that others can’t follow. To a place where others can’t save her. A place where she'll be invisible forever. Because who is she compared to others whose death has welcomed in those years before her.
And that—that was when she heard it, that damned song, that one song that she replayed the most.
part 3
more a/n : call me evil but i was actually planning on to post more on this part but then i was like “why not leave them with a cliffhanger 😈??” be grateful i didn’t follow the open ending idea that come up in my mind. also about the song, in my mind, it’s the fame soundtrack aka “fame by irene cara.” it’s just kinda fits with her the “remember my name! i’m gonna live forever.” let’s hope she does.
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Liveblogging DFF episode 9
last time we checked in, Non was having just the Worst Time Possible, everyone was trying to cover their asses and Phi was entering into Murder/Detective Mode.
i know i've said it before but god the opening credits are SO GOOD. i don't think we appreciate them enough.
We're back in the present day! it's been so long! Tan is fucking brave to fight Fluke for the gun.
IT'S WHITE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR TRIPOD! BAH GOD THAT MAN HAD A FAMILY! love you white you're doing amazing sweetie.
...there was just a water bottle there at the shrine? and it looked opened? are you actually going to drink that? at least you smelled it first??? Ahhhh but notice Phi doesn't drink it! he lets Jin drink it but doesn't do it himself! my sus king.
"Why are you being so nice to me" i mean, dude is at least nominally your friend and you dislocated your shoulder or whatever and there's a killer out there after you guys? i think that'd be cause enough for Phi to be nice lmao. I get it though, Jin, i get it.
Aha, so we've got some timeline stuff. PhiJin absolutely happened POST PhiNon, which i had seen some intriguing theories that maybe PhiJin was actually first but this is confirmation otherwise. also that Jin very much had feelings for Phi but Phi was the one pushing the friends agenda, which we mostly knew.
Jin on that "you like Tan!" shit again, no wonder Phi didn't want to be in a relationship with your insecure self lmao. Tan is just his Bestie who helps with his Plucky Girl Detectiving, no big deal.
Once again, Jin sees things that Phi doesn't. shortly after the water. Hallucinogen maybe? guilty conscience definitely.
well that's one way to snap him out of the panic
slight detour inspired by the blood splatter everywhere in this shrine is that if the Janta Cult isn't real/doesn't play a part in this somehow, I'm going to be so upset. why bring up perfectly good murder cults if you're not going to give us the payoff? BOC? Dr Sammon I just have questions! (that said, the theory that the mafia is using the cult rumors as a front for a body dumping ground is intriguing.)
Oh ho, Phi's gonna confess everything to Jin! but will it really be everything? 👀
poor Phi is so conflicted. he's hurt, but he loves Non but he doesn't want to see him but he doesn't want to end up like his divorced parents, he can't stop thinking about it, he regrets what he said, but he still so hurt.
Non's dad got transferred. interesting.
Ooooh Phi found the picture! and the real script!
Non's mom knows Phi. I wonder if she knew they were boyfriends of if she thought they were just friends. lmao at her Ring The Doorbell You Shady Shit, Were You Raised In A Barn?
New contacting Phi as the news breaks...the drama. i love it.
Tan is New confirmed!
OOOF. major oof. "aren't you sad i'm going to England?" "Whether you're here or not doesn't make a difference" just ouch.
He may have been a Not Great brother in your life, Non, but in your death New/Tan is going to Get Answers and Get Justice! giving up a scholarship in England, lying to his parents about it...Tan is going to Fuck Shit Up.
Jin, get your 'there's a cute boy around!!!!" face under control.
Tan just dives right in to asking questions and these bitches are so fucking sus from the word 'go'. yeah, they clearly have something to do with Non disappearing.
lmao Jin does not stand a fucking chance against Phi's seduction.
i am dying at Tan's "You didn't study, dumbass" on his ankle. Top's face is Too Funny.
Aww, White waiting for Tee after school and the group roasting them is really cute.
Phi how dare you take Jin to your and Non's spot! so rude! can't trust men at all, the second you disappear he's taking another man to the place you became boyfriends.😂 Jin awkwardly trying to figure out of this means Phi likes him back is cute.
Why Jin, how bold! asking Phi to stay the night!
oh damn this is full on full on, okay. Ta's ass just out there bare. "don't worry, i won't be too harsh i don't want to dislocate your shoulder" "who fucks so hard they dislocate a shoulder?" somewhere else in Bangkok VegasPete's ears are burning. Anyway, Phi was like 'don't test me, i'm being gentle for YOUR sake.' and that's the Minor Family Theerapanyakul in Ta. i was absolutely waiting for that astronaut dog figurine to fall lmao.
Tan going for the kill with that Did You Cheat On My Brother. Tan i'm sorry but not only is your brother most likely dead but Phi and Non are actually very broken upright now, no matter how much Phi wishes neither of those were true. Phi is in the clear here re: Cheating. He is not in the clear for manipulating Jin into sleeping with him, but like, Jin's into it so whatever for now.
"Fuck him however much you want but don't fall in love. He's with those assholes so he's also an asshole" i mean! He's not wrong! Jin is a good looking nice boy he could absolutely find other friends. the fact that he stays with these fuckheads......
poor Non's parents.
these teenage boys have better skincare routines than I do and I'm
Jin just pass Phi a note in class: Do U Like Me Check Yes Or No
Ah, Jin has such bad timing. Everything about this is brutal. but lol this makes the 2nd boy in a row that Jin likes that doesn't like him back.
Tan doing chemistry shit. he's gonna be drugging everyone i just know it. also, never ever have your cellphone out in a lab and never answer it with your gloves on! Lab Safety 101!!!!
damn, Tan, you could have at least made up a part time job in england or something so that your parents didn't have to sell their house. this entire family's been ripped apart by all this shit.
and now Tan is alone. all he has is his investigation into Non and Phi his sort of brother-in-law.
oh shit, was it Tan's cigarette smoke that was causing hallucinations???! or are they the antidote to whatever Tan drugged the others with or both?
confirmation that Tan was drugging everyone!
lol Tan's face at he very end as he takes in the chaos
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Inspired by the podcast "Dangerously yours". This doesn't have a specific character name, but I did write it with Alhaitham in mind.
Mentions of su!cide and gűns so if you're sensitive to these topics, do step away.
I imagined that Y/n had somehow tackled Alhaitham into the ground and had one of her hand wrapped around his neck. While the other hold a loaded gůn.
Again, although I wrote it with Alhaitham in mind, I didn't use any character's name, so feel free to do whatever.
Usage of she/her pronouns.
"You mean you're actually going to kill me?"
"I mean just that." Her jaw clenched, gripping the gun that's held closely to the side of his head.
"Well, go ahead." His eyes bore into hers. Amused. Almost as if he's sure she won't kill him. What makes him so certain? Thousands of questions ran through her head and each of them tugs at her heart. With every question and doubt that comes to mind, the tighter her grip on the gun becomes.
"Pull the trigger." He spoke. Noticing how she is growing more hesitant as time passes by.
"I'll do this my own way." She replied, pushing the gun into him in retaliation. She chokes on her emotions as her hand quivered. This was hard on her. She didn't ask for this. Who knew the guy she had fallen in love with would be someone wanted by her agency?
"You won't do it."
"You can't pull the trigger." His hand reaches for her cheek, caressing her face gently. His lips curl upwards when he notices her eyes start watering. If she hadn't learned anything from the past few days, his smile would've been a pleasant sight.
One that'd make her giddy and wonder how she could be so lucky to be on the receiving end of that smile. That damn smile. It's a sad feeling when something that used to make you feel full changed into a gutting one.
"You can't pull it because you love me." You're right. She thought. She nod as she pulled the gun away from his head, moving away in shame. He sighs, disappointment evident in the way he rolls his eyes.
"That was pathetic, Y/n. I reckoned you were a person who had higher pride." He rubs his face, looking away from her. "I must say, if you had kept the strong front from earlier, I would've considered this a worthwhile experience."
He heard the gun clicks, he glances over to her, half expecting it to be aimed at him and a tear-stricken Y/n, driven by fury. What he faces instead is Y/n with a gun to her head.
"But I can kill me." As soon as she finishes her words, she shot herself. It was too quick of death, she fell instantly as the bullet killed her.
All lovers have their dispute over major events. Could be one where they forgot to do the dishes or the laundry. You name it. There is nothing such as perfect love in this world.
Unfortunately for her, though. It seems like her version of a lover quarrel involves heavy gunpowder bullshit.
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✥ Specially For You ✥ [Male Reader x Shoto Todoroki]
Warning: Kissing, Fluff
Females DNI
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As a kid, Shoto was most of the time abused by his cruel father, a secret their family only knew. In fact, it was at a point that one day his mother poured boiling hot water on the little boy face earning a very bad red burn on his left side of his face by his mother by the anger raging within herself towards her husband. This make the boy to Hate his father with all his life.
He always had a cold expression after that day on. Wanting nothing but pure revenge on his father for the things he had done. But....on his quest of becoming a hero, he didn't quite understand How and When he fell in love with a certain boy. It was a total mystery.
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Present day
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"Surprise!?" Everyone exclaimed at Mina and the other girls words. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Iida asked, some of the classmates agreeing. "NoNoNo, I swear it's nothing bad!" Toru responded, "It'll be fun!". The whole class accepted to join for this 'surprise'.
"Ok then, meet us at the entrance after school. And Iida, don't worry, I asked sensei for permission" Mina grinned as the blue haired male felt the urge of asking 'for what?' But denied himself. "If it's not anything sus, I'm excited!" Y/n exclaimed while he smiled making the girls heart flattered. "Wait, SUS? When I ever do something sus..?" The whole class slapped their forehead.
Y/n sat on his seat as he blankly stared at the board in front of him. He was not playing any attention to the teacher' words. 'I wonder what the surprise might be..' he thought, leaning back on his seat as he wondered.
After few minutes the bell rang signaling the end of today's class. Everyone hurried themselves out of the classroom, making their way to their dorm as soon as possible. They were all excited and somehow, Shoto was excited too deep down, but denied himself.
Time-skip
"Woah!" Everyone bursted in amusement. They all stood in front of a beautiful, luxurious hotel with beach-side view beside it. "How did you girls pull this out!?" Denki exclaimed as Momo cleared her throat catching everyone's attention holding a card in her hand. "Oh right" he nervously laughed.
Anyways, everyone walked towards their hotel room that was provided. "Meet us the swimming pool after you all freshen up!" Urarake waved as the girl squad left. The rest of us just walked to our hotel room. 'Im guessing a pool party...huh'
Y/n's pov
I popped onto the soft bed of my hotel room as I spread my arms onto the bed as I let of sign a relief 'Damn this bed is SO soft' I snuggled . I rested on the bed for a while before getting my lazy ass out of it giving a one last stretch. I walked towards my baggage and dig for the swimsuit in it 'Luckily I brought it in case' I smiled. After finding it, I went to the bathroom near me along with some extra clothes. I quickly changed myself into the swimsuit and wore a casual shirt and pant over it. I rinsed my face with water and headed out of the bathroom. 'Better get going'
2nd person pov
As you reached the swimming pool situated beside the hotel, you saw all you friends scattered all around there. But one certain boy caught your attention, the duo haired male, Shoto. He was your kinda close friend ever since you guys met. You knew more of his history than anyone in the class including Izuku, but never showed it. He was sitting on a deck chair while looking at his surroundings. You took the initiative to approach him. You footsteps caused him to look towards you and give a small noticeable smile.You waved at him, smiling at him innocently. You take a seat on the deckchair beside his.
"Enjoying?" You asked as he lightly nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess.." You gave a giggle to the male at his reply. "Nice swimsuit though" you flirted. His upper half was naked which was half coved by a open button beach suit . A faint blush creeping onto his face. "Thanks.."
"Hey guys!! We are going in, Care to join?!" The girls exclaimed, "Don't mind if we do!" Karishima bursted jumping into the water, Bakugo followed after few seconds of the others jumping in, "Wait for me!" Deku exclaimed as he did the same. You stood up from the chair and stripped yourself down to your swimsuit only. You tossed your clothes to the chair you were sitting on and extended your hand to Shoto, "Care to join?" You queried as another blush was formed on his face as he met your beautiful (body type) body. [You also only wore a swim shorts] He removed his upper garment and took your hand. You two ran to towards the pool and dived into it leaving a big splash. Everyone chuckled and began playing games.
You all had a lot of fun that day. After the pool party, you all went to the mall nearby and shopped for almost the whole day. The girls took a lot of time picking their clothes but you and the boys didn't care knowing the girls. Uraraka was SO happy that she finally didn't have to care about spending limited money.
3rd person pov
After all the fun, they all were so exhausted. It was around half-past eleven and almost everyone were sleeping soundly. But not everyone, Y/n had other plans.
At sharp 11:50 a bell rang in hotel room where Shoto stayed. He tiredly walked towards the door "Who could be here at this hour?" he yawned and rubbed his eye as he swung open his room door. He was puzzled when he saw no one in front of his door but when he was about to close his door, he noticed a note lying on the ground. He picked it up and began reading it,
'Meet me at the beach at sharp 11:58' he read. "11:58? Why 11:58?And who sent this?" He questioned himself but shrugged it off and follow the orders. He quickly got ready and headed towards the beach.
On reaching there he saw nothing or no one but darkness. It was 11:59. He signed in disappointment. 'Someone's playing pranks on me aren't they...'
He was about to leave when a bright light caught his attention.
12a.m...
"Happy birthday Shoto/Todoroki !!"
Everyone cheered which caught him off guard. Colorful balloons flew into the air.The whole class was present there. Shoto started approaching a table containing a large cake, still shock from the surprise.
"Make a wish!" Shoto eyes widened but closed his eyes and made his wish, later cutting the cake. They all exchanged smiles. "W-Who did this..?"
"It was all Y/n's Plan!" Y/n nervously laughed, scratching the back of his neck "It was thank to all of them" He answered.
For few minutes or hours they all played so many games. After a while, Shoto walked towards Y/n. "Hey Y/n" Y/n turned towards him "Yeah?", "Could I talk to you....privately?" Y/n's eyes widen but nodded.
Y/n started to follow the other as he lead them a bit far from the setup. "What is it?" Y/n asked when the other stopped on his track. "Thank you" he blushed. Y/n was surprised to see the male blushing but let out a smile. "That's the least I can do for my Lover-" The duo haired haired male chocked on his own saliva which caused Y/n to comprehend the words he just said, "Wa-wa-wait, what! T-That's not what I-I meant!" Y/n said nervously. Just before he could finish what he was meaning to say, the other male grabbed onto Y/n's (s/c) cheeks and joined their lips together for a second.
"I L-Love you too" he spilled. Y/n gasped at the male's reply and grabbed onto his waist, joining their lips once again. Shoto wrapped his arm around the (h/c)-ette's neck as they leaned into a heart warming kiss.
Y/n pushed his tongue against his lovers lip,asking for entrance. Shoto slightly parted his lip as y/n brushed his tongue around the other males mouth. They both fought for dominance, but the duo haired male gave out easily. They kissed like that for what seems to be like minutes. They broke the kiss, gasping for air as a string of saliva connected both our lips.
"So, does this makes us both boyfriends?" Y/n said joining our forehead's together. He nodded his head against Y/n with a smile, "Mhmm"
"I love you soo fucking much"
"I love you too. You are the best thing that ever happened to me"
They shared one more kiss before returning back to the group.
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʏᴀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Tw: blindness, reader has a bit of an attitude, a bit of angst but it's just an argument/fight, best friends to lovers, fluff ending.
A/N: I've been thinking about writing a fic wit a blind reader, the biggest reason is because Toph from Avatar The Last Airbender is my favorite character and I wanted to do something kind of based on her. I hope you guys like it, I might make a part two.
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You were born a healthy baby, except, you had no vision. Your parents had asked the Tsahik if their was a way to get your vision fixed or just anything, but nothing. You were to forever see the dark.
Since that point on your parents have been protective of you. They never let you out of their sight ever. There was also somethings you couldn't do or places you could go. You didn't think much of it at first since you were young, but at the age of five you had began to hate it.
You love your parents, but you hated how overprotective they were, you hated being in the hut all day not being able to play with the children outside the forest, if you were to go out was with your parents. You had begged them if you could go out on your own but there answer was always no. You hated it.
One night that everyone went to sleep, you had gone out. You didn't get in getting into trouble, most of your life you had been copped up in the hut and now you wanted to live a little. That was when you also noticed how you still had your other senses to use. Your hearing, scent, taste and touch, from that point on you weren't going to be seen as weak.
That night you had been exploring the forest, you didn't go too far, you stayed near the village just in case of anything. It was hard getting to know the forest since you spent all your time in the hut. You'd trip and fall, but that you didn't stop you. Before the sun could rise and anyone could wake up, you returned home, thanks to the scent of your parents that you'd always recognized you got home fast.
This became you routine, when your parents went to sleep, you'd go out into the forest for a bit and return before sunrise. You got to know the forest a bit better and would go a bit further. You had found a way to see, it wasn't with your eyes but with your feet. You couldn't really explain why, but you just knew your feet were like your eyes.
It's been going on for seven years, you were twelve and your parents still kept you protected. What they didn't know was that you'd sneak into the forest, to your surprise. You were actually aloud to be out more, your neighbors were the Toruk Makto's family. You met the kids, but the one who had become your best friend was Neteyam the oldest. You and him had become stuck to the hip, you'd always be together. Neteyam knew about your buildness, but he didn't treat you as if you needed protecting, he treated you like a normal person.
That day you were with Neteyam, he had taken you to the lake with the permission of both yours and his parents, they trusted Neteyam with you since he knew he'd keep you safe and watch out for you. He had brought his bow and arrows, he wanted to catch a fish, just like how his father taught him. You were sitting on a rock with your feet touching the water, you heard the stretching of the bow's rope which made you wonder what he was doing.
"What are you doing?" you asked the boy who was focused on the water. "I'm going to catch a fish." He said, pointing the arrow at the water. This gave you an idea "hm... how about you teach me how to wield a bow?" you asked, making Neteyam look at you who was staring blankly at your feet. "Are you su-" before he could finished, you raised your voice. "I may be blind but not a moron!" he could hear the hint of anger in your voice. He wasn't really surprised, you did have a bit of an attitude, specially when someone would point out your blindness. "Are you going to teach me or not?" you asked annoyed. "I'll teach you, come."
He said, you got up and went up to him. He then stood behind you after giving you the bow and an arrow. Neteyam then positioned you the proper way. "Okay, try not to slouch, stay up straight and take a deep breath." He instructed, you stood straight and took a deep breath. Not only that, but you listened very carefully to your surroundings. You listened to the sound of the forest and the water "take your time." Neteyam said.
You stayed still and listened to the water, it was calm, then you heard some movement happening. You followed the sound, when it got closer you let go of the arrow and it hit the fish. Neteyam was impressed by this. "Damn, that was a good shot." He commented, going over to get the fish and arrow. You smirked by his impression. "I could do this all day" you said now a bit cocky. For the rest of the day Neteyam was teaching you how to wield a bow, he couldn't help but be impressed by your now new learned skill. You had told Neteyam to not tell your parents about this or anyone, he didn't understand why you'd want to keep this a secret, but he knew that your parents would be happy knowing you were wielding a weapon since you were forbidden to.
Fast forward three more years went on, now you were fifteen, you still kept it a secret that Neteyam has been teaching you how to use a bow. You had become good at it, and when you'd go with Neteyam into the woods, you'd go hunting together. You were a good hunter, when you'd head back with a catch, you'd always say that Neteyam caught it. Neteyam felt bad for taking the credit for your hunt. Not only that, but you had began to have feelings for your best friend. You had payed attention to the sound of his footsteps, his scent and also his voice. Every time you'd feel him around you, your stomach would do flips and turns. You were falling in love with the person who had always made you feel as if you weren't weak.
It was one of those day, you and Neteyam were at the lake, which was your spot now. As much as you loved hunting, now you wanted to get you ikran and be one of the people. "Teyam?" you called towards the male who was sitting next to you. "What is it y/n/n?" you turned to you. "I want you to help me get an ikran." You flat out said, Neteyam had a look of shock. "Are you crazy?" he asked, nearly yelling. "No I'm blind." You joked. "No y/n, I'm serious, it would be impossible to get you an ikran." He said, making you groan in annoyance. "You don't know that Teyam, we haven't even tried." You said, but Neteyam insisted.
"No y/n, you can't" he said, now you were upset. "Why!? Because I'm blind!? Because I can't do what others can do!?" you yelled. Neteyam was shocked. You've never got this upset at him. "You know what, save it! I'll do it myself!" you yelled, getting up from your spot and took off. You ignored Neteyam calling out to you, but you didn't listen. You were going to get an Ikran, even if that meant getting killed by one.
You manage to get to cliff were the ikran were, you listened closely to the creature. You slowly moved closer, you head the sounds of the water fall and felt some of the water get on you. You then crutched down and slowly got closer. You touched the rocky ground, feeling the roots of some tree that had been growing on the open rock. The noises from the banshees got louder, you must be close.
You heard the flapping of their wings, their screeches and their hissing. You heard how some must have flown away, you began to feel the adrenaline hit you, it was exciting in a way. You then stood a bit an got your queue. You then heard a loud screech towards you, an ikran must have chosen you as her food. Good. You hissed back a the creature, you felt how the ground vibrated by the creature's approach. When the vibration got heavier around you, was when you decided to strike.
You found the creature's body and you wrapped your arms around its neck. You felt the banshee squirm and hiss, attempting to get you off them, but you weren't giving up. With all your strength you pushed the creature to the ground and quickly moved to the back of her neck. You used your body weight to hold her down, she hissed and thrashed around morel. You manage to get your queue and looked for the antenna, when you found it, you struggled to connect your queues together but got it to latch onto one another.
Then the creature has calmed down, she stopped trying to get you off her. You manage to properly position yourself on her back, then you gave the order to fly. She did, she too off into the sky, it was going to be tricky getting the hold of flying in the sky, but you wanted to risk it. You spent all that time flying around, trying to get a hold of yourself in the sky alone, it felt great. You then gave your ikran the name Nari, for eye, she was your eyes while in the sky.
Back at the village, Neteyam had been back without you, when your parents asked where you had gone, he told them that you had gone to get your ikran, your parents were shocked when hearing this. Something horrible could happen to you, before they could go to look for you, you had arrived on Nari. Everyone that was nearby watched were in shock. The blind defenseless girl was on the back of an ikran.
While the people had circled around you and Nari. Your parents approached and saw you petting the creature. "Thank the great mother you're okay." She said hugging you close to her, you knew it was your mother due to her scent and soft touch. Then your father approached. "Y/n what is the meaning of this?" he asked. "I've claimed my ikran." You said, your father had a furious look on his face, while your mother was checking for any injuries. "You were forbidden! You had disobeyed us!" he yelled, you heard the mummering of the crowd that was still around you all.
You were begging to feel small. "You were to never claim an ikran, don't you understand that it is to your safety! You're not like everyone else!" he yelled. "You're wrong!" you cut him off, this surprised him and your mother, as much of a bad attitude that you had, you never yelled or raised your voice at them. "I am just like everyone else! I can wield a bow and now I've claimed my ikran!" you said, then your father spoke. "How, Who-" he was cut off by you again. "Neteyam has been teaching me how to use a bow. When we'd go into the woods I'd be the one who'd get the catch" You admitted, your father then turned to Neteyam who was standing next to his father and mother, who were also watching an listening.
"Why?" he asked you. "Because he doesn't think I'm weak, he sees me as a person, not a fragile flower that you have to keep protected, he sees me for me! Not for my blindness!" You yelled out loud, you were upset. After all those year, your parents had always kept you protected from everything, they didn't even bother to ask if you wanted to wield a bow or get your ikran, no, they only saw your weakness and decided to keep you safe.
It was an awkward silence, everyone was still standing around you all watching you. Before your father could say anything else, your mother gave him a look "enough." She warned him, he did not say a word. Instead she guided you back to hut, this was a queue for everyone to go back into doing what they were doing.
In the hut, you felt like your eyes were watering, you wanted to cry by what just happened. You began to feel sick, you felt and heard everyone mummering and watching how your dad had basically yelled at you, but you didn't care, you had enough of his and your mother's over protectiveness. "Y/n?" your mother said, sitting you down on the floor with her. "Is this how you've always felt?" she asked. "Yes mama, I'm tired, tired of feeling as if you and father just never want me to be happy and live like everyone else.... I'm blind I get it, but I can be just like everyone."
You cried, your mother felt horrible seeing you like this. "How could we be so blind... we never thought we were hurting you this way... no wonder you lied to us and kept your skills a secret, because w didn't give you the trust for you to tell us." She said, pulling you into a hug. "I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to hurt you like this. We just.. didn't want you to suffer." She said, holding you close. "I understand you both only wanted what was best for me.. but... I just want a normal life" you said, you then felt your cheeks getting cleaned by your mothers' thumbs. "From this point forwards, you will live your life how you wish, we will not intervene. I'll talk to your father about this." She said, her response made you smile.
You had gone to look for Neteyam, you wanted to apologies for yelling at him. When you asked his parents they told you that he was at the lake. You quickly rushed to get to the lake, when you got there, you saw him sitting on the floor with his feet in the water. You walked closer to him and made your presence known. "Hey Teyam." You said shyly, Neteyam looked over at you and got up. "How are you feeling?" he asked, while getting closer to you, now face to face. He noticed the tear stains in your cheeks. He was concerned now. "I'm good I guess, even after that little show." You said embarrassed.
You sighed. "I wanted to apologies to you, for yelling at you and stuff." You said, then you felt Neteyam get a hold of your hands. "I also wanted to apologies, I never should off underestimated you." He said, you felt your heart skipping fast, feeling his warm hands touch yours. "I also wanted to say, that I am proud of you." He said with a smile. You felt your face heat up by his comment. "Thank you. I appreciate it." You said shyly again.
"So, now that you're one of the people, you'll have to choose a mate." He said with a tease in his voice. You felt like you had just been hit with a rock. "Yeah, about that... I've had my 'eye' on someone, but I don't think he feels the same way.." you said looking away from him, still holding his hands. Neteyam then smiled. "What if I told you that HE, might have also chosen you." He pointed out. Your eyes widen by his response. "He was just waiting for you to say something." He said smiling.
You lifted you face up, even though you couldn't see, you had been looking into his eyes. Wishing to know what color they were, they must be beautiful. "May I... may I see your face?" you asked, Neteyam understood what you meant by that. He then brought your hands up to his face, this was a sign of permission. You touched his soft skin, feeling everything that you could. You moved up, feeling his cheek bones, then moving to touch his feline nose, you then touched his closed eyelids. His lashes were soft against your fingers. "I see you Neteyam" you said, with a smile on your lips. Then Neteyam took your hands back into his and leaned in towards your face. You could feel his nose against yours. You closed your eyes for some reason, it just felt felt appropriate to do so. Then he leaned up a bit and placed small kisses to your soft eyelids. "And I see you y/n." he whispered.
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Break Me Slowly|Part 9|(Yandere Levi x Evelyn)
A/N: Thank you so much guys for all the support I've been seeing, it means so much. Feel free to drop in my asks to give oneshot or head canon prompts! ^^
WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.
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Levi was stunned for a moment, not believing what he heard.
"What do you mean she escaped?" Once it sunk in his anger flared. "Were you not watching her!?"
"Sir I don't know what happened-"
"Are you that incompetent that you can't do the one simple task I've asked you!? I told you she would try something like this! Do I pay you to sit on your ass?! How long has she been gone?"
"She was discovered missing an hour ago-"
"Discovered? Meaning she could have been gone all day for all you know!" Levi already cursed that he hadn't worn his gear, he would've had a better chance at catching up. Without another word Levi threw open the front door, looking up at the rain that had started.
"Where are you going?"
"To retrieve my wife." He slams the door shut, his jaw set in anger.
His other servants were still searching the grounds even in the rain, but he knew she wasn't that stupid, she wouldn't be anywhere nearby. His gaze fell on the woods on the outskirts of the property.
"Ready or not sweetheart."
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Evelyn was no longer aware of how long she'd been running, all she knew was her ankles were swollen and her feet ached. She couldn't stop now, she wasn't far enough away, he would come for her, and find her. She was slowing down, her throat burned from running without stopping and her chest hurt. All the trees started to look the same, Evelyn didn't even know where she was running to anymore. Reluctantly, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath and look at her surroundings. It was late in the year so most of the leaves on the trees were gone, not offering her any shelter from the freezing rain. It was also obscuring her view now that it was getting darker and darker out.
Levi looked down at the ground, examining the footprints stuck deep in the mud. He bit back a curse at the rain continuing how to drench his clothes, but he couldn't be too upset when it allowed him to see those naive prints laid out in front of him. He hoped neither of them got sick from this foolishness, the one thing he couldn't stand was sick people. Levi sighed while continuing to run after her, he was faster, she always had an issue with overexerting herself, it's a miracle she even became a scout. Anger was fuelling him forward, he'd have to nip this behaviour quickly. She couldn't go around getting any ideas. He was deciding on her punishment when he looked up briefly and saw the glimpse of dripping wet blue dress and lovely brown curls hanging limp.
Evelyn took one more deep breath of air, she wasn't sure where she was but the best she could do is keep heading in the direction she was going, maybe she'd find someone who could protect her.
All of a sudden she heard a twig snap, in an instant she turned on her heel, fist flying towards its target only to be caught in a much larger one.
Levi was drenched like she was, his white dress shirt transparent and clinging to his skin, his dark hair messily combed back with his fingers to keep it out of his eyes. He was smirking, but his eyes flashed with fury.
"Hello love."
"I-Levi-"
"Spare me your excuses would you? Come home willingly and I'll lessen your punishment."
"I'm not going anywhere with you-!" She struggles to free her hand but he holds it like it's nothing.
"I'm impressed. You managed to sneak out and evade me for a whole hour. Now come on." He turns to leave but notices she doesn't follow when he starts to walk. "I said come on."
"I'm not Levi! I hate you! I hate what you've reduced me to! I'm a Scout, I'm not your plaything!"
He grabs her neck suddenly and pushes her against the tree. "You are what I say you are! Everything you are is what I command and say! You live for me! You continue to exist because I allow you to! I am not just your husband I am your god! You bow to my whims and desires with a smile on your fucking face! And when I say come along you do it! So move your ass!" He lets go of her neck and motions for her to start walking. However she continues to stand there, shaking her head as tears well.
"Fine. If you won't come willingly-" He grabs the back of her head and slam it into his raised knee, disorienting her and making her stumble.He then easily scoops her up and over his shoulder like a sack, making sure she doesn't drag the ground.
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Evelyn's headache finally started to lessen when the two of them were in the bath. She was sat between his knees, staring at her own and trying to avoid his dick pressing into her back. He hadn't said anything more, she knew he was just trying to keep himself in check from doing serious damage to her. The thought was far from comforting.
"You know I should beat you half to death for this right." It wasn't a question, just a statement to which she didn't respond. "You deny time and time again you need me and I'm all you desire deep down."
She opened her mouth to protest but he stuck his thumb in her mouth and down her throat, making her gag and focus on breathing right to ensure that didn't happen.
"I think I'll just have to show you that." He nods, as if finalizing something in his mind before he stands and gets out of the bath, motioning her to follow. "Get up and dry off."
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When Evelyn ventured out of the bathroom and into the connecting bedroom she saw Levi sitting on the edge of the bed with only pants on.
"Come here." His voice was meant to not be questioned.
She walks over and he grabs the towel from her, forcing her to bend over his knee.
"I discipline you because I love you. I know what's best for you, and what's best is to be punished to mold you into the wife you should be." In that moment his hand comes down on her ass, making her cry out in pain. This wasn't the kinky type of spanking she had read about in her books, this was pain, there was no pleasure with it.
"Levi don't-" She chokes back a sob as he hits her again, his hands were big and thick and his wedding ring added to extra pain.
"Shut up and take it, if you weren't such a damn brat all the time I would have to do this."
After what felt like an eternity he finally stopped and stood her up, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Just be thankful it wasn't my belt. Now I'll give you one chance to get on the bed."
Rebellious to the core, Evelyn shakes her head, making him breathe deep in frustration before grabbing her and bending her over the bed. He pushed her face so far into the mattress it started to hurt, his other hand fumbling with his pants.
"I'll fuck that rebellion out of you."
He finally eases the pressure on her neck before grabbing her legs and firmly tying them apart on either side of the footboard using his belt for one and his previously discarded shirt for the other. She was kept spread for him and when he pinned her wrists to the small of her back he was able to easily keep her hips up and level with his crotch. Now matter what she still struggles and throws a string of curses at him, as if she expected anything else from this by now.
With one hand he aligns himself with her, the other pulls her back by the wrists, making her sink onto his dick slowly. She wasn't wet at all, it was painful since she was crying like that but he figured her body would either help her out or she could bleed for all he cared. He was beyond upset, he was betrayed, worried sick that she was leaving his life. She hurt him, he reasoned he had a right to hurt her back just as bad.
Once he was fully inside he didn't care to let her adjust, all he thought about was fucking her rough and hard. Dragging her back on his dick over and over as he held her thigh so he could hump her without her moving out of place. He needed her to just stay still for once so he could use her thoroughly to get his aggression out. He was getting lost in the feeling of it, of her trying to squirm but failing as she moaned. She wasn't in enough pain for his liking, he looked down at her again before sticking his thumb in her ass dry. She tried to pull away but couldn't.
"It hurts Levi it hurts!"
"Shut your fucking mouth." He moved his thumb in and out while thrusting into her pussy which was dripping by now. "Learn to take whatever I give you."
Evelyn found it hard to keep her body in check, it hurt a little but she couldn't deny it did feel good to get pounded like this. It felt like with every thrust he was rearranging her uterus, and all she could do was take it. She had no way of fighting back against him, and when he was hitting that one spot it just felt so amazing. She would never admit that to him though. She had never felt this way before, the pressure in her stomach wasn't making her think straight, she didn't know how to get rid of it, she couldn't do anything but lay there and have Levi use her until he felt satisfied. The pressure just kept building and building, she felt like she was going to break until snapped all at once and she was met with this amazing feeling that almost felt like she was seeing stars.
Levi smirks but doesn't let up his assault, he hadn't even meant for her to cum so soon, but he couldn't deny he was pleased. His goal was to make her realize that all she did was desire him whether she admitted that or not.
"What a good girl you are coming for my cock."
She dares a glare back at him which is only met with him pushing sharper to get her gasping, making a slight chuckle slip out of him.
He was close now, he could feel it. He slowed down a bit so he could focus on his enjoyment again instead of her punishment, he wanted to cum doing what felt the best.
With a soft sigh he pushes in as deep as he can and fills her, his dick twitches from stimulation but that doesn't mean he wants to pull out just yet. While staying inside her Levi unties her legs after letting go of her wrists. Evelyn tries to pull back but he keeps her connected to him, holding her close while he pulls back the sheets and has her slip under, only then does he pull out, still twitching.
"That's my girl."
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Orchestrated...?
Did we get an article about Chris saying he was an alone guy?
Now if you notice the events that have taken place since the Nick's Podcast broadcast, you will see some "pr" pieces again carefully placed.
It had not been long since the Podcast went up and we got a well-edited TikTok video confirming the cringe rs by the "brother"? Does it seem sus? It felt too "sus" to me.
The same picture that was used for the "pr couple" in the TikTok video was used by one of the mags "UniLad" Does it seem "sus" again? To me, yes, it absolutely does!
The Podcast went up just a day before the strike started. No work can be promoted but Scott Evans, who has a role in a big movie and the PR couple's names are still making rounds in the media. Some big gossip mags are pushing the story. Now when people who would read these articles, might go check out the whole Podcast since "Chris Evans" is mentioned. In the podcast what are they going to listen to more about? The Barbie movie and Scott's role in it!
Media promotion does not happen "accidentally" Everything is planned well ahead. The content, promotion, even the minute details! People have been expecting the strike, they knew what was about to happen. The strike did not start suddenly. The Podcast was recorded 3 weeks ago, in the last week of June. They might not have planned it months ago but due to the expected upcoming period of no promotion for the actors, they might have decided just at the last minute to go with discussing the dating life of Chris Evans to draw more attention to Scott and also to keep the pr shitshow relevant in the media.
All of it just proves how orchestrated and fake this mess is! It does not happen for a private "real" couple. No real couple needs to shove the relationship down the throats of gp and fans during a strike. They don't have to prove "it is real" over and over again. It only happens when there is "some" other interest at play and in this case like it or not, all three of them need their names out in the media.
Again, just a theory. I can be wrong.
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Gossip Girl Prequel Chapter 5 Snippet
Hello Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl and boy do I have some juicy gossip for you today.
It is the dawn of a new era. Out with the old and in with the new. Dragon Records have finally announced that they have terminated Z’s contract. And their latest signee has been officially unveiled to be GR. From what I know, GR is Z’s mysterious Paris ex.
I can imagine how Z must be feeling now. Imagine being replaced as the top guy by your ex whom may or may not be half as talented as you are and yet the guy is getting that much hype and publicity that everyone has forgotten you exist.
Basically Z is now all washed up. A has been. There is a lot of pressure on him to prove otherwise. Sure those songs he released following the award show incident got plenty of buzz. But he needs more extra oomph. The industry is changing each passing minute so he needs to catch up or set a trend or two otherwise he stands the risk of getting left behind.
That is if he has not chosen to retire. And if he has retired where does he go from here? Is he gonna school here or will they take him to Japan? So much speculation here since Z has chosen to remain silent save for occasional updates from his family and friends, mostly S and SU.
Z hasn’t been posting on social media ever since that incident which is making people worry about his health. Now that this news of his ex has made headlines, his situation has gotten worse. Could this signal the end of the King of the Upper East Side or now that he is a free agent, could this be the moment he breaks his silence?
Now back to S again, how does he feel about all this? Surely he would be pissed about this young upstart trying to steal his bf and would kick his ass right? E would be displeased by this news too and would want to kick his ass as well. SU may be scheming something right now. Who knows?
Still good news for Z and the fam as the verdict is now in their favour. The two divorces have been finalised as his mum has now been publicly humiliated plus she has been jailed for a lot of crimes.
Hold up!! Just got our first sighting of Z and boy does he look different these days. He was spotted with his family at a beach in Japan alongside SU. Compared to his former cute boyish looks, Z is sporting a more matured look. He appears to have cut his hair, now sporting a faux hawk haircut.
The baby fat is not that pronounced this time. The signature Roronoa jawline is becoming more prominent now. Also he looks a lot more muscular now if those hot abs and muscular biceps are any indication. He is sure to break the Internet with these photos.
But perhaps the most noticeable body feature of his, and the one that will make a lot of men and women drool and easily rivals S in a lot of ways, is that ass of his. It is a lot rounder and noticeable. Heck, SU was caught groping and playing with his ass. S is one lucky dude. Considering the fact that both daddy figures are fitness buffs, it seems like their habits are rubbing off on the kid. Some fans have come forward with stories and pictures showing Z, G, SU and one other dude going in and out of the studio.
I guess Z knew how much fans missed and got to work in secret. That can only mean one thing; he has a backup plan in mind. Perhaps Daddy Hawk has something in store for him. And considering the fact SU has been hanging around Z a lot more these days, I have a feeling that we could be getting a boy band or some sort of collaboration.
I can’t wait and see what happens next.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
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no thoughts head empty just, storyteller reader. they’re a bit of an odd character, always going around the server and asking about everyone’s day and wanting to learn all the minor details of what they did and writing it all down, which makes people very suspicious of reader when all they want to do is learn about different types of people to write stories. obviously doesn’t help since they haven’t told anyone of their secret passion.
so one day a group of people decide to follow reader throughout the day (they’re suspicious reader is spying for dream or something (i’m thinking maybe the group is the las nevadas crew but it’s your choice) (if it’s the las nevadas crew please add my boy slimecicle i miss him :( )) only to find reader walking around the server and handing out some stories they wrote. the group just sees reader going up to tubbo’s mansion in snowchester to give him stories to read to micheal, going to the arctic to give technoblade some revamped greek myths and stories of epic war heroes inspired by him, writing stories to comfort tommy (i imagine his guilty pleasure is children’s books because he never got to experience childhood and likes to babysit micheal so he can read children’s stories without being judged), etc etc.
my guilty pleasure do be characters being sus of reader and getting proved wrong huh-
yours truly,
gremlin anon
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Characters: Quackity, Slimecicle, Fundy, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Technoblade
Fic Type: longer form
Fandom: DSMP
“Are you really sure this is a good idea?” Fundy asked as he followed Charlie and Quackity out of the casino. Purpled and Sam had both said they wanted no part in this, so it was just the three of them. Charlie shrugged, looking towards Quackity.
“No. But they’re acting weird, don’t you think? They walk around asking people a bunch of random information about their days and then they write it down? That’s some sort of sketchy.” Quackity shook his head, continuing down towards the community house. Why there were heading there, no one knew, but you always tended to be around their, one way or another.
Eventually, the crew did see the person they were trying to find, and Quackity almost punched Charlie hard enough to send him back into the ground because he couldn’t shut up. You seemingly didn’t notice as you walked in the direction of Snowchester.
They followed you through the nether highway and hid once you stepped out outside of the mansion. Tubbo was waiting, holding Micheal in his arms.
Quackity was half hidden behind a tree, Fundy and Charlie down in a small valley behind him. He didn't seem to realize that they weren't paying attention to what was going on in front of them.
"Hello, Tubbo! And hello to you too, Micheal!" You smiled and waved as Tubbo put his son down, who then proceeded to run at you and attach himself to your leg. Tubbo shook his head, but his smile indicated that this was a normal thing.
"Here, I had a lot of fun writing these! Some of them are based off of what Tommy's told me about the rest of the server, and Ghostbur's antics from.... Before. I think he'll enjoy them!" He takes the leather bound book from your hands as his son detaches himself from your shin.
"Thank you. We'll see you later, c'mon Micheal." Tubbo leads his son away as you wave goodbye, and hop back into the nether portal.
"That... Was weird. What did they give him?" Quackity looks towards Fundy and Charlie, who were currently finishing off decorating a snow golem.
"Were you two not paying attention at all?" He asks, incredulously, and they both shrug, following you through the back of the nether portal.
"Ughhhhh, you two are the WORST spies ever to be on this server. Even Tommy was better than you guys!" Charlie just sticks his tongue out at Quackity. Little did they know, you were absolutely aware of them following you. They weren't exactly quiet, after all.
Quackity and Charlie bickered the entire way as they followed you in the direction of Techno's base. Fundy was the only one focused enough to wonder why you were heading towards the blood god?
"Guys... we're right near Techno's base. Maybe we shouldn't follow them through?" Fundy stood furthest from the glowing purple portal, the only real light near them. Quackity shook his head, stepping within the frame with Charlie.
"We need to find out what they're up to! C'mon, Fundy, hurry up!" And with that, the portal warped as Charlie and Quackity vanished. Fundy sighed, stepping within the frame as well.
"Is Tommy here, too?" You asked Techno as he stood in the snow in front of you. The Las Nevadas crew couldn't understand how you weren't even slightly intimidated by the piglin hybrid in front of you. You seemed perfectly at home, despite his history on the server.
"Yes, he made his house in my basement, remember?" As if the blond was summoned by sheer will, Tommy was at the door and smiling at you.
"Tommy! Here you go, it took a tiny bit, but I got a lot of inspiration from Niki and her house! There's one that's a tad bit personal to you, but the rest should be okay to read to Micheal, so you shouldn't need to worry!" You beamed at him, and he took the book with a smile, waving goodbye as he yelled his thanks, running back into the small house.
"And for you, Techno, a few reimagined pieces from Greek mythology, and some original ones too! I hope you like them, I've gotta head back though, I need inspiration somehow!" You waved goodbye to the blood god, and the Las Nevadas crew hurried back into the portal before being spotted.
"I knew you three were following me!" Your arms were crossed as you stepped out of the portal behind them, and Quackity turned to glare at you.
"We thought you were doing something wrong-" He started, and Charlie interrupted, peaking around Quackity to look at you.
"What were you doing, by the way?" You tilted your head slightly. They didn't know about your hobby?
"I'm a writer? I thought everyone here knew that. I get inspiration from other people, and a few even have me write a few stories for them regularly, like Tubbo." You explain, walking past them down towards the portal at Las Nevadas, figuring you might as well make sure they stop following you around.
"Oh... is that really what you do?" Quackity ran up beside you, with Fundy and Charlie tailing behind. You rolled your eyes at him, nodding slowly.
"Why would I even lie about it? It's common knowledge. Ask Techno, or Tommy, or Tubbo, or Sam and Purpled for that matter. they've known for awhile now, actually."
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"You knew and still let us follow them?!?!" Quackity yelled from across the casino, and he could hear Purpled laugh from somewhere as he hunted down Sam.
"I thought it would be easier to just let you find out yourself." Sam shrugged, completely ignoring the angry Quackity in front of him. "I mean, you were going to make a fool of yourself either way."
"YOU-"
#elliotiswriting#gremlin anon#dsmp quackity#dsmp tommy#dream smp#dsmp tubbo#dsmp fundy#dsmp slimecicle#c!awesamdude#dsmp sam#c!tommy#c!techno#c!quackity#c!fundy#c!slimecicle#c!charlie#dsmp charlie#dsmp x reader#platonic x reader#anon asks
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Pansexual Chai Headcanon:
Chai just learned what it's like to have real friends who accepted him and made him a better person than who he was. They didn't force him to change though, but slowly he noticed how he was changing because he was understanding how important the mission was to Peppermint, how much Macaron wanted to preserve the old Legacy of Vandelay and how that was important to him too. When Korsica told him how important Vandelay was to her and how let down she felt because of Kale, he was also able to relate to her feelings. He played it off, but he still went through the struggle because of them and for them. When taking down Kale, he knew that they wanted their share in taking him down.
That said, he had just opened up to people after a long time of possibly being a loner because of his right arm. I imagine that one day, he goes up to one of them:
"Guys!" Chai rushed into the hideout, almost panicked. "I think someone's up to some new mindcontrol trick but this time, it's aimed to the heart!"
"Uh," Peppermint already looked so over this conversation that barely started. "how does that even work?"
"Go back to the beginning little guy." Macaron asked calmly. "What exactly happened?"
"So, remember the dude I met about a month ago for some guitar lessons? He seemed nice and we've been hitting things off well. Doesn't get on my case when I mess up with some notes, unlike Pep does when I mess things up..."
"Hey! That's only cause you mess up my plan doing that!"
"Let's stay on subject." Korsica placated Peppermint, "go on Chai. What else?"
"Anyway, he has a good smile, a cute snort for a laugh. Then suddenly, my MP3 started acting up a beat like it somtimes does when I was about to fight some bosses back when we were taking down Spectra. Then, it happened again when he made this stupid joke. It wasn't even a pun! I thought it was pretty sus but I still ended up wanting to buy him, like, a coffee or something even without him asking me to."
Everyone was silent for about three beats.
"Mr. Chai, it seems you simply have, as humans call it, a crush."
Chai looked confused, "What's a... Crush?" Then he glares at Peppermint, "And stop, I know what crush means, but mostly in the context of, like, crushed beans or... Whatever else you can crush."
"CNMN meant you might like him."
Chai was silent for another moment then his eyes went wide. "No shit! For real?!"
"808 is showing me data that you're heartbeat went slightly erratic every time this guy complimented how fast you were learning. It went especially erratic when he bumped your shoulder accidentally."
"Oh fuck! Fuck! What do I do?! Do I have to kill him now?!"
"How the fuck did you draw that conclusion?!"
"Because CNMN said having a crush was a sickness! It could be, like, fatal!"
"I did not say that." CNMN deadpan, if possible.
"Well, everything you say mostly sounds clinical, what else am I supposed to think?!"
"Maybe..." Macaron smiled slightly, "start with asking him out on a date? Pick up some coffee, like you wanted."
Chai looked troubled, and he blushed. "Killing him sounds easier..."
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The Betrayer | Chapter Three: A Rude Awakening
“Hey now, I got you. I got you.” You heard a familiar voice say.
Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader
Tags: Violence, Blood, Minor Character Death
Notes: Give it up for chapter 3! This one is literally double the previous one! I had so much fun writing this. I took a LOT of liberties with how things look outside of trials but like... we don't have a lot to go off of lol. I hope you enjoy the character interactions, btw. Made myself blush writing for Chris, but he's my babygirl, so that's to be expected. Carlos made me laugh, Claire and Sheva are queens, Jill and Rebecca are precious, Leon is just a lil guy, and Ada thinks you're sus. I just love these nerds so much.
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Your breath was caught in your throat as you took in the person standing before you.
“Chris?”
There had only been one other time you were this relieved to see him in the entire two years you’d known each other.
Meeting his gaze, you’re taken aback by the emotion on his face. You were usually the crybaby.
Before you knew it, he had picked you up and into his arms, squeezing you like a well-loved teddy bear. You were astounded by the show of affection, never having gotten more than a pat on the back or a hand ruffling through your hair from the man who now held you tightly in his strong embrace.
“Chris, let her breathe,” Jill said, coming up from behind him to greet you.
Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears and you realized your friends must have thought the worst. In their defense, so did you.
As if remembering himself, Chris let you down quickly, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck at the uncharacteristic action. You clutched his bicep in your hand for a moment, laughing. Was it just you or did he seem… larger somehow? More muscular?
“It’s good to see you too, buddy,” you told him, turning to Jill. “Both of you.”
“We thought…” Chris started but couldn’t seem to finish his words.
“We thought we’d never see you again,” Jill spoke for him as she glanced over at her partner. She wasn’t wearing her S.T.A.R.S. uniform, which you found odd. Perhaps she had gotten to change since the previous day?
“Same here. I had a hell of a night,” you replied. “I honestly don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”
The two friends shared a meaningful look.
“Does that mean you guys did too?”
Chris grimaced. “You could say that. We should probably discuss this later, though. It’s not safe here.”
As they turned to leave you noticed they were both wearing backpacks.
Weird…
Something seemed off, but you couldn’t place it. You just nodded and followed them with shambling steps back down the stairs and into the living room.
To your joy, you were met with Rebecca, her clothes dirty but otherwise no worse for wear. She looked equally happy to see you as she rushed over, gripping your shoulder in one hand.
“Hey, kiddo,” you said, giving her a grin.
“Glad you're okay,” she responded, her brows furrowing as she took in the nasty, now scabbed-over cut on your face and the makeshift splint sticking out of your boot. “Though I think you’ve seen better days.”
“We’ll have to get her seen about later,” declared Chris with his arms crossed. “We’re already running late as it is.”
“Late?” you asked, turning to face him. You suddenly noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He must not have slept well last night, if at all. You wondered what they had gone through and if it was just as batshit insane as your experience had been.
Before Chris could answer, another figure walked in from the kitchen to stand beside him. You gawked, completely bewildered by who was in front of you.
“Claire?!” you exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
The last you had heard, Chris’s kid sister was in college a state or two over. Why would she be out in the middle of the Arklay Mountains? During an active investigation, no less!
Well, I don’t think we’re in the mountains anymore.
She and Chris shared a look, not dissimilar to the one he and Jill had had a moment ago. You felt like they were hiding something from you. Something important.
“It’s a long story,” is all the information she granted.
“One she’ll gladly tell you once we get back to camp,” Chris added.
“I’m sorry, camp? What camp?” You could feel yourself getting agitated with every passing second. Nothing pissed you off more than when you were purposely kept out of the loop.
Chris sighed and motioned for the group to head towards the door before he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull your weight off your injured ankle, letting you use him as a crutch.
Despite your frustration, you appreciated it, letting him half-carry you out of the dilapidated farmhouse.
“I think it's better if we just show you.”
Your group trudged on for quite some time in relative silence after that. You could see them searching the trees as they passed, realizing they were checking for markings they had notched into the bark to prevent themselves from getting lost. It was a smart move.
You noticed they were on edge, guessing that perhaps the day was just as unsafe as the night had been.
Speaking of the day…
“What time is it?” you asked Chris in a hushed voice.
He looked down at the watch strapped to his wrist before shifting his eyes to you. “Two-thirty.”
“In the afternoon?!” you questioned, a bit too loudly.
“Shh!” Chris clapped his hand over your mouth and your friends halted immediately, scanning the field you had just entered to make sure you hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention.
After a beat of quiet, save for the rustling wind that cut a little too deep for your liking, you moved onwards.
You were embarrassed by the outburst, but the shock of his statement had you reeling a bit despite all you had experienced the day before.
“I’m sorry,” you told them, your voice low again. “It feels way too dark to be mid-afternoon. It seems more like–”
“Dusk?” Claire asked, tipping her head back to glance at you.
Yeah… It’s just really strange.”
“Get used to it,” she replied. “It’s always like that here. Except when it’s pitch black.”
Chris gave her a glare. “We really need to stop chatting while we’re out in the open like this.”
His sister rolled her eyes and turned forward, but the rest of the journey was a silent one.
Eventually, you came across a massive stone wall, at least twenty feet high, that seemed to sprawl in an endless curve as the lot of you followed around it.
Already at a loss, you were gobsmacked when you approached a gate, somehow even taller than the structure that it was set into. It was made out of thick sheets of metal that were welded together, with no way to open it in clear sight.
“What the hell is this?” you inquired, eyes wide as you took in the sprawling edifice in front of you.
Before anyone could answer, a deep echoing sound erupted from above. Vision drawn to the top of the wall, you could make out the vague shape of a person’s head just on the other side, with what you recognized as a large blowing horn pressed to their lips.
Then there was a creaking noise as the giant gate began to slowly open to the left. It reached only a couple of feet when it stopped, and a figure appeared in the narrow opening.
“Good to see you back. We were worried you’d be late,” the man said.
He was wearing a baseball cap, a ballistic vest, and a badge was slung around his neck, though it wasn’t from a police department you’d ever heard of. Before your group was allowed passage through the gate, the man’s gaze landed on you, brows raised.
“And who is this?” he questioned Chris, whose arm was still wrapped around you.
“She’s with us, Tapp,” was all he offered. You gaped up at him, a little startled by his gruff response.
Grumpy much.
The stranger before you, Tapp, only shrugged and let you enter.
After watching the unfamiliar detective turn a crank in order to shut the gate, you glimpsed what was next to him.
It was a makeshift tower built onto a tree that grew near the structure, the trunk almost drooping towards the barrier of layered stones before it swerved back upright.
A nervous-looking man, the one you had seen over the wall, began to climb down the ladder, leaving the horn on the topmost platform. Once he reached the bottom, he made his way to your group which was now walking toward what you assumed was the camp Chris had mentioned.
He caught up and awkwardly waved at you. “Oh, hey! You must be new here. I’m Dwight. Dwight Fairfield.”
You put on a small smile and were about to give him your name when Chris cut you off, “We can make introductions later, Fairfield. She’s injured.”
Dwight’s eyes widened as he really took notice of you, the gnarly scab across your face, and the way Chris had to hold you to him to keep you standing. “O-oh, right. Yeah. Well, I’ll just tell the others you’re back, then.”
As you watched the man run up ahead and disappear into the tree line, you turned sharply to Chris. “What is wrong with you?”
He grit his teeth, not meeting your glower. “Look, you’re hurt and we have some things to take care of. We don’t have time to waste.”
You were about to badger him about why the time was so damn important, but were muted when you set foot in a clearing through the thicket.
Before you laid what must have been the “camp”.
It was anything but.
Surrounding the area was an array of different buildings, none of which seemed to correlate with each other. There were wooden cabins and tents scattered about, sure, but there were also shacks, suburban houses, a locked shed, a barn, an apartment building not unlike the one you stumbled upon last night, and what appeared to be a small medical facility.
To the left, near the barn and shed, was a large garden plot with various plants curling up out of the ground.
Back into the clearing, there were chairs and tables and even picnic benches that dotted the campsite, and smack in the middle of it all was a large fire pit. It had logs set around it in a half-circle, probably used as seats, with its flames licking up at the air.
The jumbled mix of structures was possibly the strangest thing you had witnessed so far, and that was saying a lot.
You tried to make sense of what you were looking at, completely awestruck, but were pulled from your thoughts as a large crowd of at least two dozen people began to form out in the open.
Not a single one of them looked familiar, and that made your heart sink as you thought about your fellow S.T.A.R.S. members. You hoped they were safe somewhere.
“Get anything good?” an older man asked as he stepped forward, wearing a suit jacket and jeans. He had sunglasses on and you were reminded of your captain.
Claire, Jill, and Rebecca emptied their backpacks, an assortment of canned goods and random items clanging as they hit the ground. Chris shrugged his off and passed it over for them to do the same.
“Not much this time around. We’ll have to make another supply run in a couple of days,” Jill told him.
The man nodded, a scowl of disappointment on his face, before he glanced up at you. “And who might you be?”
“That’s the new girl I told you about, Ace,” Dwight spoke up, shuffling through the large group to the front.
“I guess now that everyone’s here, I can introduce you, Lucky.” Chris motioned toward you before giving out your real name. The members of the crowd waved, nodded, or offered quiet greetings. Chris added, “I’m sure the rest of you will get acquainted soon enough.”
Some of the group dispersed while others moved to surround you as Chris helped you to a nearby chair. Rebecca kneeled beside you and set her medkit on the ground, quickly getting to work on the cut that adorned your dirty face. It stung as she rubbed it down gently with an alcohol wipe.
Chris stood to the side like some kind of guard dog. It would almost be funny if he wasn’t acting so strange.
“So this is the infamous Lucky.”
The accented voice belonged to a beautiful woman in tactical gear that was approaching you, her dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She had a tattoo on her upper left arm and a chunky beaded necklace resting against her chest. Her brown eyes bore into your own and you could feel a sense of curiosity and pity in her stare.
She strode forward in a confident gait and held her hand out for you, which you shook firmly in your own. “Chris has told me so much about you. You’re even prettier in person.”
She glanced at Chris with a sly grin and he only huffed in response.
What is that about? you thought. Chris had never mentioned this woman before.
She returned her gaze to you. “I’m Sheva.”
“Carlos, but you can just call me ‘handsome’,” a tall man with shaggy hair and a short beard announced, displaying a shit-eating grin.
He was leaning on Jill, who rolled her eyes and swatted at him good-naturedly. You were shocked by how close she let him get. The woman usually liked her space. Clearly, they knew each other.
“I’m Leon,” another man, young with dirty blonde hair and a pretty face, said. He wore an R.P.D. uniform, but you had never seen him in your life. Must have been a new hire.
A woman in a short red dress and tights stood a bit farther from the rest, as if she was only half-invested in the conversation.
“Ada,” she stated as she neared. Her head cocked to the side while she looked at you, as if trying to uncover all your secrets through your expression alone. “Welcome to the Entity’s realm.”
“The what now?” You flinched in pain as Rebecca pulled off your boot, applying pressure to your swollen ankle as she re-wrapped it with actual bandages in place of the dirty rag. She offered you an apologetic glance but continued to work.
“You didn’t tell her yet?” Sheva turned to Chris, her tone accusing.
You glared at him too. “He didn’t tell me anything.”
He let out a long-suffering sigh. “I was about to. Figured I’d at least give her a moment to get patched up.”
“This oughta be good,” Carlos quipped under his breath.
Rebecca tapped your leg to let you know she was finished and she backed away to stand with the others. Chris moved to the front of the chair and squatted before you, his large palm pressed to your knee. You only looked at him expectantly.
“As Ada said, we’re in what we call the ‘Entity’s realm',” he began. “Everyone here has been pulled from their world and we’re now trapped in this place.”
You glanced around at the people in front of you, and then beyond to the camp. So you were right. This was another world you had stumbled into. You met Chris’s gaze once more. “The fog, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And what exactly is the Entity?”
“We don’t really know what it is, but it’s powerful.”
“Powerful enough to control reality here,” Claire added with a lour. “And force us into trials.”
“Trials..?”
Chris winced. “Every day, around the same time, four of us are chosen to be put in trials. We’re taken to a place somewhat similar to the camp here, where we try to power up the exit gates by repairing generators in order to escape.”
“That’s it?” you asked, confused as to why everyone seemed so grim. The look on their faces made you dread the answer.
“No,” Ada interjected. “We have to escape through the exit gates while also being hunted by a psychopath. The one trying to kill us gets a weapon or some freakish powers, while we’re only allowed supplies like toolboxes or medkits. The goal is to survive.”
You’re taken aback. This couldn’t be real. She had to be lying to you, right?
“What is this, some kind of supernatural colosseum?" you uttered with a bitter laugh. “This is just a sick joke.”
Chris looked away from you before returning his gaze. He was so clearly exhausted, it made you want to wrap your arms around him and pull him into you. You refrained.
“I wish it was, Lucky,” he whispered, squeezing your knee.
You could only stare at your lap, your mind spinning with the sheer insanity of the situation. You had so many questions but weren’t sure where to start. Finally, you picked one and pulled your eyes up to the group.
“Why is the Entity doing this?”
“We’re not really sure,” answered Leon.
“But we have our theories,” Rebecca amended.
“Go on.”
Carlos stood upright and drew closer to you. “Well, the trials are every day, right? And they usually happen around sundown.”
“... Okay…”
“We think the entity sleeps during the day, or at least stays dormant,” Rebecca continued for him. “It stands to reason that–”
“That it’s mealtime,” Ada finished.
“Oh my god,” you murmured. “But why does it need trials? Why can’t it just eat us when it wants to and go on its way? I mean, we’re practically chickens sitting in a coop here, just waiting to be butchered, right? Why does it need someone to kill us for it?”
“We can’t say for sure, but we think it isn’t eating us in a physical sense,” Sheva replied.
“What are you saying?”
Leon explained, “We think it eats our fear. Or our negative emotions in general.”
“Then… then what happens to the bodies?”
“That’s the thing,” said Carlos. “We don’t actually die. Or, I guess, we don’t stay dead. Whether we survive the trial or not, we end up right back here.”
Your jaw was on the ground. Was this some kind of purgatory?
Or maybe hell.
“Is there only one killer, then?”
“Per trial, yes. But there’s a whole group of them just roaming the land. Why do you think we stay behind these walls?”
“The giant spiders,” you mumbled.
“So you had a run-in with one, I take it.” Carlos’s voice was light in tone, but you could tell there was no real humor in it.
“Yeah. Used all my ammo on it.” You thought about the previous night as you added, “And after it left me alone, I think I may have met one of the killers.”
“What’d they look like?”
“He wore a robe and a long pale mask. Had a voice modulator and a hunting knife. That’s where the cut came from. And I twisted my ankle running from him.”
“Ah, that would be Ghost Face.”
You raised a brow. “How original.”
“How’d you get away if you were injured?” Leon queried.
“Well, the first attempt I used my knife to stab him. For the second one, I pulled back this branch and let it go when he got close. It flung him into a tree and cracked his head open. I–I think I might have killed him.”
The group seemed stunned by your retelling.
“No one’s managed to down a killer before. At least not by themselves,” Carlos mused. “Death doesn’t really mean much here, though, so I’m sure we’ll see him again.”
Jill worried her lip as she looked at you. “Be careful during trials, Lucky. All the killers here are vicious, but he’s particularly nasty. He might have a vendetta against you after taking him out.”
You gulped, thinking about how he was about to plunge his knife right into you had you not injured him initially.
“Must be a lot of firsts. Every other survivor ended up here in the camp when the fog let up. But you were left out wandering in the middle of the night,” deliberated Carlos, his thick brows furrowed. “We sure she’s not a killer too?”
Chris stood abruptly and shoved a finger into the other man’s chest so fast, it made you jump. “Don’t even think about it, Oliveira.”
Carlos scoffed and took a step back. “Hey, I’m just saying it’s weird, is all. No need to get so uptight about it. Yeesh.”
It was too late, though. The demeanors of those who didn’t know you seemed to shift.
Ada eyed you suspiciously. “What happened before the fog took you?”
“Uh, our team was searching for the other members of S.T.A.R.S. out in Raccoon Forest. We’d just landed and were heading toward their downed chopper when the fog rolled up. I tried calling for the others, but no one answered me. I just started running and ended up here.”
“Wasn’t your arm broken?” Leon asked.
How would he even know that?
You supposed one of the others must have mentioned it.
“Yeah, it was, but it somehow healed when I got here. I cut off my cast and tossed it back at the farmhouse. The one they found me in,” you told him, pointing to each person in the crew you had been a part of earlier.
Rebecca jumped in, “I saw it on the ground in the living room. She’s telling the truth.”
You gave her an appreciative nod.
Claire looked pissed. “What we’re not gonna do is start accusing her of shit. We’ve known her for years. She’s not capable of being a killer.”
Ada sneered, “No offense, but this little trio said the same thing about–”
“Enough,” Chris demanded, his jaw tight. He looked at his watch. “We have about half an hour before the next trial starts and we need to give her a rundown in case she’s picked. If it somehow turns out she’s a killer, we can cross that bridge when we get there. 'Til then, I don’t want any of you starting rumors, do I make myself clear?”
Carlos raised his hands up in defense, Leon let out a huff, and Ada rolled her eyes, but all three of them nodded in agreement.
“Good,” Chris said, turning back to you. “I think we need to give you a crash course on how to handle the trials, then.”
You nodded, still reeling from the argument that just took place, worried you’d be shunned from the camp and forced to survive in those terrifying woods crawling with things that wanted nothing more than to rip you apart.
The group, save for Ada, seemed to return to normal–or as normal as they could be in a place like this–and offered you tips and advice for how to deal with the trials.
They explained how the generators worked, how you could use pallets to buy yourself time during chases, and that you could vault over ledges or windows to escape being pursued. They also told you how the killers were supposed to put you on a meat hook to sacrifice you to the Entity but that they could end you themselves if they wanted.
It was a lot of information to take in at once, as well as just plain horrifying to consider, so you struggled to retain any of it.
Chris could see your mounting panic and placed a firm hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, Lucky. New survivors usually aren’t picked right away, and we’ll help you out when the time comes. For now, just try to stay calm.”
“Easier said than done,” you told him, digging your fingernails into your cuticles and ripping off the jagged pieces of skin. It wasn’t the best nervous habit to have; one Wesker always regarded with disgust. You felt a pang of concern at the thought of him.
“Hey, Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“What happened to the rest of the team? Are they okay?”
His face fell and he looked to Jill and Rebecca. The two women couldn’t meet your gaze.
“That’s right. You were brought here before…” The rest of the sentence died on his tongue, as if he couldn’t bring himself to tell you. You could feel a pit forming in your stomach, knowing that it wasn’t good news.
“Before what? What happened?!” you implored, grabbing the arm that had dropped from your shoulder.
As he opened his mouth to reply, you felt a sudden and agonizing tug in the back of your mind, as if something had hooked into your skull and was trying to drag you towards the campfire. Dazed by the intrusion, you looked up to find Chris sporting a similar pained expression. The others too.
He frowned. “I’ll tell you later. It’s time for the trial.”
You could feel yourself start to shake, completely unprepared for whatever was about to happen if you were chosen. Between your injury and being overwhelmed with new information, you knew it was unlikely your trial would go well.
At least I won’t die for good, you thought. It wasn’t as comforting as you hoped it would be.
The entirety of the camp slowly made their way to the center of the clearing, crowding around the fire. A few of the others brought a plethora of items and placed them on the ground. You assumed it was supplies for those who were taken.
The light of the sky was beginning to fade. It happened very quickly–much faster than any approaching nightfall you’d ever witnessed–and soon the world was plunged into darkness, save for the crackling fire and the lanterns that were sprinkled around the campsite.
Everyone stood silently for a few minutes. You swayed slightly on your hurt ankle, holding onto Chris for support. He looked down at you with sympathy alighting his handsome features and gently gripped your forearm in his large hand, squeezing it comfortingly.
You held your breath as you waited.
That torturous tension in your head suddenly broke like a snapped thread, and you heard a couple of the others groan in displeasure.
You almost sighed in relief, but knew that would be unkind.
Thank god it wasn’t me.
Four members of the large crowd stepped forward, Dwight the only one you had been properly introduced to, and sorted through the supplies on the ground. When they finished, a fog began to creep on the side of the fire that was devoid of log benches.
They said their farewells to the group–hugs, back pats, and well-wishes exchanged–and trudged into the black mist. It seemed to swallow them whole.
After a few moments, it dissipated as quickly as it came, and those chosen for the trial were gone.
Everyone remained quiet as they meandered around the clearing, but no one headed to the buildings or into the trees. You supposed they wanted to stick around until the trial ended.
Chris ushered you to sit on one of the logs, and you appreciated the fire’s warmth as you reached your trembling hands out toward it.
The two of you were silent as you stared into the dancing flames, a morose sort of feeling weighing down like a blanket over the whole encampment.
“How long does it take?” you asked in a hushed tone, turning to look at the man beside you.
“Anywhere from a few minutes to nearly twenty,” he replied, his voice low as he met your gaze.
“Oh,” was all you could manage, unsure of what else to say.
“I think the quickest return to camp was just under two minutes,” he mused. “And the longest was nearly an hour.”
“How come?”
“The faster the time, you can almost guarantee everyone was killed. Longer times usually indicate someone is giving the killer a hard time. Or the killer is toying with them. No trial has ever gone the same.”
“Do you guys… die often?” you ventured, unsure if it was an appropriate thing to even ask. But if you were trapped here like they were, you felt you should know what you were getting into.
He sighed and rubbed his chin. “More than we’d like.”
“At least we come back, right?” you offered, hopeful.
“Sure, it’s nice to know it’s not permanent, but it isn’t pleasant. Every death you experience, you come back… not quite right.” He caught the horrified look on your face and turned to you fully. “I’m sorry, I know that’s not comforting. But it’s something we just push through. We don’t really have a choice but to.”
“Jesus.”
Maybe you were all actually dead and this place really was hell.
But there were kids here, like Rebecca and Claire. Surely, they had done nothing to deserve being stuck in a place like this. You knew Chris and Jill didn’t. They’ve had to make some tough decisions, but they were good people. Heroes, even.
And you? You’ve fucked up in your life plenty of times, but you tried so very hard to be at least halfway decent. That must count for something, right?
So not hell. You had considered purgatory earlier, but that didn’t seem right, either.
Maybe you were in a coma and this was all just a drug-induced hallucination.
But what could have caused the coma in the first place? You didn’t recall hurting yourself before being nabbed by the fog.
Maybe I ran into a tree.
The thought almost caused a burst of laughter to erupt from your mouth, but you held it in.
This is fucking ridiculous.
About ten minutes passed when the first survivor appeared. The fog had rolled in fast and then withdrew immediately, like a black ocean wave. It revealed a woman wearing athletic clothes on the ground, unconscious.
“Meg!” another woman had cried, rushing to her side. Her glasses were perched atop her nose and her deep brown dreadlocks were pulled back into a loose ponytail.
Meg awoke with a gasp, grabbing her gut as she bolted upright.
“What happened?” the other woman asked.
Meg took a deep breath and stood. “It was one of the Legion. Stabbed me through instead of putting me on the hook, the bastard.”
“How were the others doing?”
“Not great, Claudette,” she told her. “Everyone was injured when I got downed.”
Claudette gave a sad nod and the two sat on the log farthest from you, talking quietly amongst themselves.
Chris let out a dispirited exhale at Meg’s words but said nothing. You knew he cared deeply for others. It was something he never really expressed, but you could see it in the way he acted; the way he looked at people.
Other than Jill, Rebecca, and Claire, you couldn’t imagine a better person to be trapped in this hell world with.
Eventually, the other survivors showed up from the fog, all of them except Dwight having been killed by the “Legion”, as they called them. You noticed that those who were killed sported no wounds despite the gruesome recounting of their deaths. However, Dwight had a nasty gash across his back, cut right through his shirt.
“Why’s he still injured?” you questioned Chris as the group reconvened.
“We try to make it through the trials alive, but any injury we sustain, we’re stuck with until it heals or we get killed in the next one. The only real perk of dying is being fully healed when you get back to camp. Though a particularly ugly death is something you still feel for a while, even if it is just psychological.”
“How… lovely.”
Chris chuckled, “I know, right? Anyway, dinner will be starting soon. You hungry?”
The confusion and anxiety of the day had made you forget just how long you’d gone without eating. Must have been over a day at that point.
As if in response, your stomach growled loudly and you winced. “Does that answer your question?”
He smiled down at you. “Well, it’s my turn to cook, so I’ll head to the kitchen.”
He jutted his chin towards the medical facility over your shoulder and you followed his gaze, presuming it had the biggest kitchen out of the surrounding buildings.
He turned back. “Will you be okay without me?”
“What do you take me for, Redfield? A child? I don’t know if you recall but I’m older than you by three years. I think I can handle hanging out with a few strangers.”
He rolled his eyes and shoved you playfully. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re a big girl.”
“Damn straight.”
He laughed as he ruffled your hair. His brief air of lightheartedness faded suddenly as his hand fell to gently cup the unmarred side of your face. It was unexpected, but such a tender motion, you couldn’t help leaning into it.
His brown eyes softened as they met with yours, and you thought perhaps he would say something else. Instead, he only pulled away, heading for the nearby building.
You were left to your own devices.
You scanned the crowd of people milling about, wondering if you should start getting to know any of them, when someone plopped down beside you.
“Shit!” you yelped, jumping out of your skin. “You scared the hell out of me!”
You turned to find Carlos, who only chuckled at your response, “So sorry, chica, I didn’t mean to.”
You shook your head and smiled. “It’s fine. Though I’m surprised you want to talk to me. Didn’t you think I was a killer or something?”
He sighed. “That’s actually why I’m over here. I wanted to say I’m sorry for implying you weren’t one of us. I just thought your situation was weird. But I found out from Jake that you’re not the only survivor who got dumped outside the camp by the fog. It’s just a rarity. So yeah, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me for being suspicious. This place can make you a little jaded.”
“No, I totally get it. I would probably feel the same way. So no harm, no foul. I’m just glad I wasn’t kicked out or burned at the stake or something,” you replied with a giggle.
“Oh jeez, we would never do that,” he said before patting you on the back. “And thanks for accepting my apology. Jill would have reamed my ass if you hadn’t.”
Leon sidled up to you on your other side, offering you a tin mug of water, which you took gratefully. You were as dehydrated as you were hungry.
“For the record, I’m sorry too. If Claire trusts you, so do I,” he told you, looking like a kicked puppy.
You laughed and had to stop yourself from tousling his perfect hair. “You, too, are forgiven, kiddo.”
“Thanks,” he replied with a boyish grin. It reminded you of your brother, the thought making you suddenly homesick.
After drinking from the mug a little too quickly and almost choking, you glanced between the two men thoughtfully. You had some questions you wanted answered and you figured now would be your time.
“So, Carlos,” you started, “how do you and Jill know each other so well? I’d say she and I are pretty close, but she’s never mentioned you before. And Leon, how do you know Claire?”
Carlos clicked his tongue in thought. “Ah, that’s a tricky one. It’s a little hard to explain, but everyone here is pulled from different worlds and time periods. You were taken by the Entity in July of 1998. I was taken in September. So was Jill.”
“And so were me and Claire,” Leon added.
You felt like you were given whiplash. “Let me get this straight… The four of you were taken in September, two months after I was? Do you know how insane that sounds?”
“Oh, we know it. But what can you expect from a place like this? Nothing can be normal or sane. Not even us, after a while,” Carlos replied, sweeping his hand out to the surrounding survivors.
“What about Chris and Rebecca?”
The bearded man pondered it for a moment. “I think Rebecca got taken the night before you did. Chris, I’m not fully sure. I think a few years after us. Right, Leon?”
“Two-thousand-three. That’s what he told Claire.”
“And the other two women? Sheva and Ada? They seemed to know you guys too.”
“Sheva is from, like, a decade ahead of us. Apparently, she and Chris were partners, though the Chris we know hasn’t met her yet,” Carlos responded.
Leon supplemented, “I met Ada before I was taken, but this Ada’s from after that point. She never directly told me what year, but probably sometime after Chris.”
God, this is a lot to take in.
“So if you guys are from the future, why were you here before me? How long have you been here?”
The two men shared a look, and Carlos spoke first, “Time just works a little differently here. Sheva and I have been here a few months. Chris and Claire, a bit longer. Ada and Rebecca, about a week.”
“Jill and I were taken roughly a year ago,” Leon expanded.
You shook your head, bewildered. “And you mentioned some of the other survivors are from different worlds? Like, different universes?”
“That’s the assumption, yeah. We all tried to line up our worlds’ history and current events, and a lot of us have completely different answers. Several of us are from the same place, though there are others who came alone. Well, alone as survivors. Some of us showed up at the same time as a killer we know personally. Adds just a bit more flavor for the Entity, I guess,” Carlos explained.
“Okay, I think that’s enough of that. I’m starting to get a headache just trying to make sense of it all,” you told them, scratching your scalp.
“Any more questions that are less of a mindfuck, then?” Carlos asked with a laugh.
“Hmm,” you thought aloud, “I am curious about why you have an R.P.D. uniform on, Leon. I assume you joined later on?”
He sighed. “I actually never got a chance. My first day on the job was when everything in Raccoon City went to shit.”
“Went to shit? In what way?”
Carlos pulled a face. “I think it’s best if we let Chris handle that conversation. Let’s just say a lot happened after the Entity snatched you up.”
Getting information kept from you again annoyed you, but you let it slide. Chris did promise he’d tell you later. You would hold it to him.
“If you’re done with your questions, I got one for you,” proposed Carlos.
“Oh? Well, go ahead.”
“Your friends call you Lucky a lot.”
“That’s not a question but yeah. It’s a nickname Chris gave me.”
“Well, are you? Lucky, I mean.”
You scoffed. Guess it was time to rehash some old wounds. Literally.
“He started calling me Lucky because, in his words, I was ‘lucky to get out by the skin of my teeth’ when a mission went south a couple months ago. It’s a long story.”
Leon looked around the encampment, Chris and another survivor only just now hanging what you assumed was a pot of soup or stew over the fire. “Looks like we have the time.”
You sighed heavily. “Where to even start…”
***
May 22, 1998; Clifton Textile Mill
You and your partner, Joseph, had just arrived at the abandoned mill after tailing the suspected domestic terrorist, Tristan Maxwell, for the last few hours.
S.T.A.R.S. had been put on the case when the man had threatened to bomb Mayor Warren’s home if he didn’t sign off on certain legislation he wanted to be passed in Raccoon City.
Fortunately, he gave the mayor a week to follow his demands, allowing your team the time to track him down and neutralize him in any way deemed necessary.
You had never killed anyone in the entire ten years you had been in law enforcement, so you were unsure of why Wesker would send you on this particular mission. But you would do your job, no matter what. You weren’t about to disappoint the captain.
You radioed in as you watched the suspect enter the mill from your unmarked van, hidden behind a building next door.
You were picking at your cuticles and Joseph noticed.
“Nervous, I take it?” he asked, amused.
You scowled. “I’m fine.”
“You know, you could just let me handle this. We might have to take him out, and I know that’s not something you’ve done.”
“I appreciate that, Frost. But if it’s required of me, I’m gonna do it.”
You could see the look of pity on his face, and he acted like he was about to say something else when Wesker's voice came over the radio, “Backup is on the way. Proceed with caution. Over.”
“Copy that,” Joseph replied before turning to you. “You ready to rock?”
You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.”
The two of you quickly made your way to the old mill, pressing up on either side of the back entrance with your guns at the ready. You nodded to each other and Joseph rushed in, you trailing close behind him.
You walked for quite some time, the large building almost labyrinthine in structure.
But then you saw movement to your right, behind one of the machines.
“R.P.D.! Come out with your hands up!” you shouted, pointing your firearm towards it.
It was silent for a moment when a voice called out, “The mayor made a mistake sending you after me. He’s gonna regret that.”
“Or how about you come out of hiding, Maxwell? This might get real ugly for you if you don’t give it up,” Joseph told him.
“Give it up?” You heard a laugh echo through the cavernous room. “I don’t think I will.”
“Then I guess we’re coming for you,” you threatened, turning the corner. He wasn’t there.
“Not if I get you first.”
It was the only warning you had before shots rang out, ricocheting off the machine next to you.
You and Joseph ducked, finding shelter behind a half wall as the man unloaded his clip in your general direction. You heard the click of his gun being emptied of bullets and a curse under his breath before he took off running deeper into the mill.
Joseph radioed the captain, “We have shots fired. The perp made a run for it. Over.”
“Wait for backup. Over,” Wesker replied.
You groaned in frustration. “Captain, he’s getting away and he's out of ammo. Permission to pursue. Over.”
“Permission denied. I said to wait for backup. Do not make me repeat myself again. Over.”
You turned to Joseph. “It’s going to take too long for them to get here. He’ll be gone. Let’s get him!”
“No, Captain’s right, it’s better to wait for them. We don’t know if he has more weapons or accomplices. We need to stay here.”
You paused a beat, glancing over the wall towards where Maxwell escaped, weighing your options. It could be dangerous going it alone, but the perp escaping seemed like more of a con to you.
“Fuck it, I’m going after him,” you said finally, leaping over the wall and sprinting in the direction Maxwell had left from.
“Come back here!” Joseph bellowed.
You ignored him and kept running, even as he called your name.
After a few moments, you entered a side door that slammed behind you, Joseph’s voice fading with every step.
If Maxwell didn’t leave, he would have to be here somewhere.
You made your way swiftly through the mill, checking every room as you passed. Not a trace.
Eventually, you made it to the basement, the large area dark despite the light filtering in from the high windows. You slowed your pace, trying to make out if there was a person in the shadows around you.
You reached the back wall, which held nothing but a double door. The narrow glass panes set into it revealed a staircase on the other side, likely leading to the opposite part of the building from where you entered. You tried to pull it open, but it was chained shut from the outside.
If he couldn’t get out this way, then where was he?
You felt a sudden force crash into you, Maxwell throwing his entire weight into knocking you down.
You hit the floor hard, your gun flying out of your hand and landing somewhere in the dark, your head smacking against the concrete with a painful thunk.
“If you think I’m just gonna give up now, after everything, you have another thing coming,” the man growled above you. He tried to strangle you with his bare hands, but you broke his grip when you clawed at his face.
He howled in pain and you flipped the two of you over, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and punching him in the mouth.
He attempted to reach for you again, but you easily slipped your combat knife from its sheath and held the sharp blade to his throat. “Nice try.”
To your dismay, he only smiled up at you, teeth slick with his own blood. “I still have the remote detonator, Officer. If you don’t let me go, you can kiss your precious mayor goodbye.”
You looked over at his hand, held out away from you, gripping a small device firmly in his thick fingers.
“The mayor and his family were evacuated from their home. There’s no one to blow up,” you scoffed, calling his bluff.
“Oh, it wasn’t the house that was rigged, Officer,” he said, thumb caressing the button ever-so-lightly. “It was his briefcase.”
Your eyes widened at his words, realizing that if he detonated the bomb, it could not only kill the mayor and his family, but take out half the hotel he was staying at too.
How should I play this?
If you tried to reach for the detonator, he could easily hit the button or use the movement to flip you over again. If you just stabbed him, he’d still have time to press it.
You knew what you had to do.
“Fine,” you conceded, pulling your knife from his throat and getting up. “You win.”
“Smart girl,” he replied smugly as he stood. “Your cooperation will be noted when–”
You didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence, slicing the arm that held the detonator, quick as lightning.
He screamed as it fell to the floor and you knocked it away with your shoe, sliding it under the boiler nearby.
Relieved that you disarmed him, you didn’t realize fast enough that he swung his fist at your head, striking you as hard as he could. “You little bitch, I’ll fucking kill you!”
Dazed from the first blow, you didn’t have the time or wherewithal to brace yourself as he repeatedly battered every part of your body he could reach. He yanked the knife out of your hand when you tried to clumsily slash him with it again and tossed it somewhere near your gun.
He then reared back and kicked you in the gut, sending you sprawling to the floor.
He stood over you, but you could barely see him with the swelling of one of your eyes and the blood that seeped from your scalp into the other.
You groaned when he pressed on your forearm with his boot, pawing desperately at it as he applied more and more pressure. “All you fucking pigs think you’re so much better than the rest of us. The truth is, you’re nothing but a moron with a gun. I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you apart!”
With that he leaned down and seized your wrist in both hands, wrenching your forearm up against the full weight of his foot.
Your own screams echoed in the empty basement, drowning out the sound of your radius and ulna snapping in half.
All you could see through the haze was the pool of blood forming beneath your arm as he stepped back to admire his work. “Ooh, that’s a nasty break. But don’t worry, little pig. What I’m about to do is gonna hurt so much worse.”
You whimpered and he circled towards your head, planting his bloodied boot right on your face.
He was going to kill you.
You were going to die here, in agony, alone in a dirty, abandoned basement after defying direct orders from your captain.
“I don’t want to die…” you cried, your voice muffled by the rubber sole pressed firmly against your lips.
“Oh, you poor thing. Don’t worry, you won’t feel it after the third or fourth blow.”
You closed your burning eyes tightly, tears and blood streaming into your ears, bracing yourself for what was about to come.
He lifted his foot to stomp down with all his might onto your skull.
Then suddenly, there was a thundering bang, deafening in the enclosed space.
Your ears were ringing as you felt a hot, sticky liquid and chunks of… something… splash onto your face. The shadow of the man above you shifted and then disappeared completely before his body hit the floor.
A presence kneeled beside you, pulling you into their arms before lifting you up in the air. The movement jostled your broken arm, and you could feel the sharp bones as they lanced through your skin. You shrieked in pain.
“Hey now, I got you. I got you,” you heard a familiar voice say.
“Ch-Chris?” you choked out.
“Yeah, it’s me. I’m getting you out of here. Everything will be fine.”
As you began to fade out of consciousness, you heard him say one last thing under his breath:
“Lucky fucking girl.”
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[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 12
[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]
Time: The next day, the day of live Flashback
Location: In a livehouse near Yumenosaki
Koga: ♪〜♪〜♪
(For fuck’s sake! I’ve been tricked…!)
(What happened t’Sakuma-senpai? Yesterday he was actin’ all cool and said he’d ��do his best tomorrow”!?)
(And now he’s not even here!)
(The show’s started at the exact time we said it would! And we’re gonna have to perform without him!)
Adonis: ...
Kaoru: ...
Koga: (Gahhh? Adonis can’t help it- even though he looks strong he’s actually a quiet guy!)
(Think he’s got overwhelmed since it’s his first live ‘n his mind’s gone blank!)
(But Hakaze-senpai, that shallow playboy! He’s suppose t’be our senpai yet he’s got all flustered ‘n is actin’ like a total beginner!?)
(What happened to “I’m a reliable guy”?! Fuckin’ liar!)
(This is bad, we all fuckin’ suck! UNDEAD is the worst band ever!)
(Gah, what was I thinkin’!? ‘Course a band that hasn’t practised enough, hasn’t got enough of anythin’ ain’t just gonna get on stage ‘n blow everyone away!?)
(So this was obviously gonna happen. This isn’t a cartoon, no miracle is gonna suddenly save us~!)
(Fuck, shit, this is so embarrasin’!)
(If I could have the same talent Sakuma-senpai had, this wouldn’t be goin’ t’shit. Obviously this is my fault for bein’ weak ‘n immature!)
(I don’t wanna smear Sakuma-senpai’s amazin’ reputation!)
(That’s why I hate this! Someone’s gotta do somethin’! I’ve got to do somethin’...!)
Kaoru: Calm down~, Wan-chan. Relax, relaxxx ♪
Koga: HaaH!? I-i-if you’re so fuckin’ calm that means you ain’t got a fuckin’ clue what’s goin’ on!?
Kaoru: Nothing’s going to change if you panic, okay?
I’m sorry. I’m a poor excuse for a senpai… As you can probably tell, this is my first time on stage, so.
As I thought, actually being on stage is much different than watching from the sidelines.
I can’t breathe properly. The lights are too bright and too hot. I’m sweating and I feel gross. I can’t concentrate because my brain keeps thinking about random, irrelevant things.
It feels like my heart’s going haywire, and that my blood isn't circulating properly.
If I don’t hold out, I might break down… It’s scary, performing like this.
On stage too. I’m only now realising this.
Adonis: Me too… I’m sorry Oogami, I’m feeling really nervous right now.
A long time ago, I used to dance with my mother. She was a singer.
I had her by my side, I knew I could rely on her. I was young, innocent, and unafraid.
I was able to perform without deliberating about it, as if it was second nature. Maybe that was because I had my mother guiding me.
She made me shine. But now, she’s not here with me. My guiding light is not here.
I have to shine on my own.
My anxiety is through the roof, and I’m scared… I feel like a child lost in the dark.
Koga: I see. Can’t I be your guidin’ light?
Nevermind. Without Sakuma-senpai here… I can’t do anythin’.
Adonis: As for Sakuma-senpai… I noticed a moment ago, but isn’t he down there?
Koga: Huh?
Adonis: After talking to you two, I felt calmer and was able to properly take a look at my surroundings… Look, he’s in the audience waving a penlight around.
Rei: Kyah~☆
UNDEAD~♪ Fight, fight, do your best~♪
Koga: I thought he wasn’t gonna show, the hell’s he doin’ down there!?
Adonis: I’m not sure but now I feel strangely satisfied.
Kaoru: S-Sneaky Sakuma-san! You’re a part of UNDEAD, so get up here!
Rei: Ahaha. Yeah yeah. Didn’t expect you of all people to say that, Hakaze-kun. You seemed the most demotivated, and the one with no sense of family.
Kaoru: Okay whatever! Hurry up! If you don’t perform properly you won’t be able to afford to pay back the retaining fee!
Rei: Jeez, alright~. Guess there’s nothin’ I can do then, huh, Nobita-kun…[1] Without your mama here you get all anxious ‘n start cryin’ dontcha. Little baby ♪
Kaoru: …You probably don’t even know this, but that’s a sensitive topic for me, okay?
Don't treat me like I'm stupid.
—And I’m not a weak cry baby anymore.
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nobita-kun is a doraemon character. He's depicted as lazy, doesn’t like thinking critically, acts childishly, and is pretty dense. Despite this, sometimes he has some redeeming qualities, like being kind and risking his life to save others. It's also implied that his poor grades are not because he’s stupid, but because he’s lazy
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