#and there all like well humanity is so screwed if we’re in charge
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[tw: mentions of drugs, minor swearing, and teensy weensy nsfw? (mentions sex work)]
a drug dealer, prostitute, retail clerk, and a homeless person all walk into the apocalypse and are humanity’s last hope, what do you get?
a damn good movie that’s what you get.
(totally gonna draw up some concepts and get writing soon, i’ll post that when/if i do it >:3)
#and there all like well humanity is so screwed if we’re in charge#plot twist is they actually save humanity and totally kick ass#movie concept#show concept#book concept#writing ideas#movie ideas#book ideas
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The Sweetest Sylaung
A/N: So I def didn’t mean to write a novel long Neteyam smut story but here we are. Debating on making this a mini series. Also the anon that requested a “curvy” reader insert- here ya go!(she’s also an Augustine- buttttt you can only see that if you squint lol)
Word Count: 6k+
Warnings: This is smut. Pure smut. Please don’t read if it is not your jam. You are in charge of cultivating your own online experience, you’ve been warned!
Pairing: Aged Up! Neteyam x Human!Curvy!Reader
Summary: After an “accidental” romp in the forest, you do your best to avoid Neteyam. It’s for everyone’s good, or so you’ve convinced yourself.
“I’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans. That’s my man”- Willow, Taylor Swift
The kaleidoscope of colors explode under your eyes in endless patterns and shapes as you look over the sample of Pandora flora under the heavy duty microscope. This particular piece of the Moons terra had never been discovered before, only blooming at what you estimated to be every ten or so years, under the right monsoon like conditions
At least that’s what you had discovered so far.
The flower, which sprouted into a berry, and then dissipated into a moss like cluster of microorganisms all within its short life cycle had turned into your passion project. You we’re doing your thesis on it, the last step in getting your Masters.
You’d gone through schooling on a computer screen, guided by the greatest minds on Earth that had relocated to Pandora. Scientists of all fields who you’d grown up around. None of them had been surprised when you’d picked up botany. Xenobotany to be exact.
It was in your blood.
The desk your at shakes violently- disturbing your precision like focus. Breaking you straight out of your zone.
“Ugh” you groan, frustrated, raising your head, eyes narrowing at the culprits.
Spider, Lo’ak and Kiri freeze like deers in the headlights of your fury. Spiders arm raised, a wad of paper balled up in his hand, aimed to shoot. He lowers it slowly as the weight of your your heavy gaze zero’s in.
“Sorry, cu-”
“I told you guys, if you cant behave to get the fuck out” You seethe. Your nerves are paper thin anyway. Too much screen time frying your brain something fierce as you focused in on your studies. “Is that not what I said, verbatim?”
“You need to chill. You’ve been so high strung lately. Come hang out with us” Lo’ak suggests smooth and unhelpful. As usual. “When was the last time you left the lab?”
You roll your eyes and bite your tongue, trying not to say anything to scalding to the surprisingly sensitive Sully brother. “No thanks. I’ve gotta focus”
“Maybe Lo’aks right” Kiri starts, her face screwing up as she speaks “Eywa that sounds wrong. Nevermind, My brother is never right- but you should come hang out with us. Let’s go swimming- the watering hole is over flowing from the storms”
The deep sigh through your nose isn't calming, even though you pretend it is. You know they mean well, in the most annoying way. That you’d been buried in books and paperwork in the lab for the past couple months.
Hiding from the outside world within the thick walls of Hell’s Gate.
“Can’t. This is important, Kir- but why don’t you guys head down there? Its closer to Home Tree and its almost curfew anyway” two birds, one stone. Its a smart suggestion- but Kiri’s face falls, shoulders sagging and ears lowing. That look had always gotten you-
“I cant today, but maybe tomorrow? The samples are too fresh and I don't want to put them on ice…But I think Max made those Yovo cookie things” That’s only half of the truth, but luckily Kiri’s always been understanding.
She grabs your elbow in her long fingers and tugs you along.
The mess hall had seen better days, but the large open space still tends to be the meeting ground for the humans that were allowed to stay and inhabit the moon. With twelve foot tall ceilings and airtight exits and windows that lead out to the Avatar Program training yards. Its a common room of sorts, a place where everyone gathers. For meals, for mismatched Holidays. But mostly for gossip.
I mean, what else is there to do?
Like currently, you’re deeply engrossed in the story that Doctor Martinez’s, Xeno-Zoologist is recounting. All dramatics and dirty intimate details “It’s true, they’re gonna bring it before Mo’at and everything”
He’s talking about Trevino and Eital’i.
Everyone had heard the whispers, seen the not so subtle signs. The main Radio Tower operator had turned during the resistance, had fought beside Jake and had been allowed to stay on Pandora- better stuck on a foreign planet then thrown in a familiar jail cell. Trevino’s a cool guy, really.
A cool guy who had been sleeping with a Na’vi woman, apparently. The two had kept it under wraps, really private. No one could pin down how or when it happened,,,but to go to the clan’s Tsahik seeking a mating blessing? That’s major.
“You’re lying” you accuse in a gasp as the table breaks into whispers, all wide eyes and shaking heads. “They’re going to mate?...How?”
“It’s not like it hasn't happened before” Another scientist chimes in casually. Like it’s a known thing.
Which it kind of is.
Taboo, yes. But not unheard of, more like untalked about.
Humans and the Na’vi of the forest had lived in close quarters since the overthrow of the RDA. Jake, the standing Olo’eyktan, just had a little too much homosapien in him. Yeah, he’d survived the soul transfer and fully inhabited his blue body- but he never quite grew out of his human roots.
It had been hard, lots of politicking and good grace shown on both parts, but somehow, like all biomes in the vast perma green forest, all had learned to live in harmony. Most Omitikaya kept their distance. Very hesitant about the human presence. They had every right to be scared, hostile. Scarred by man and its weapons and its destruction.
Others had been raised in close proximity to Grace’s school. Had become accustomed to the nearly two decade long human presence on Pandora. Curious and accepting.
You’d heard about interspecies hookups.
Locker room talks that left your ears burning and your heart racing. It usually came from members of the Avatar Program- It tends to set a precedent, when the quote on quote “royal family” of the Omiticaya is a Jarhead and a native woman.
Na’vi are gorgeous, tall and lean but humanoid enough to be familiar…you’re not exactly sure what they see in humans but you know damn well what you guys see in them.
“How do you think that works? The…physicality of it all I mean. Trevino doesn't have an Avatar. How do they fuck-”
You’re not the only one zoning out from the conversation and it’s lewd turn.
You watch Kiri watch Spider and your heart aches for her. What they have is secret, delicate and forbidden. As a woman with high standing in the clan, you knew that her feelings for the boy wouldn't go anywhere. Couldn't.
When they we’re kids, it was cute. Now that they 're both technically adults, it was just plain stupid.
You tell her of the fact, often.
Kiri tells you to stop projecting.
———
The Sully Kid’s are always late. It’s like no matter how hard they try, they cant make curfew. You throw on an Exopack, hurrying them to the fence.
“Yeah, yeah okay mom. Take it easy” Lo’ak shrugs huffily as you yank hard on his arm. “I’m going, Y/N!”
“Not fast enough you strumbeast’s ass! You’re gonna get me into trouble, who do you think your dad’s gonna blame when you guys end up back at Home Tree super late again? Norm chewed me out for that shit last time!” You man handle the much taller than you alien.
Kiri and Spider a few leagues in front of you, already at the mouth of the giant fence. They’re awkward, not in their usual synched steps. You wonder how much of that conversation earlier had gone to their heads?
You’re bickering with Lo’ak, an extremely normal occurrence. He can be a real douche. and had been kind of insufferable lately. You think its nerves about his impending Iknamaya.
So engrossed with getting them on their way home that you don't even notice him until it’s too late.
Neteyam is a skilled hunter, through and through. The youngest in the clan to ever make a kill. Swift and quiet. Beloved.
But around you he feels out of his element. Clunky and awkward, no matter how hard he tries to play it off its like you can see right through him. Its scary and thrilling, sets his stomach alive with butterflies everytime. This is no different.
Showing up to Hell’s Gate to retrieve his siblings was something he had done since he was a child.
He’d used to bleed hours away playing with them at the scientists fortress, but as he had gotten older and his responsibilities had grown heavier- he had little time for it. Still, when ever his parents would send him out on a one man search party to bring them home, he’d jump at the chance.
At the hope of seeing you.
You’re arguing with his little brother, trying not to laugh at something he said and Neteyam knows. He knows he shouldn't feel jealous but he just cant help it. Cant help the acidic twist of his insides.
Especially when he chirps out his family's familiar call, letting his presence be known.
And watches that pretty smile fall right off of your face.
“You’re late, as usual” His voice has a stern edge. It’s annoying, the role he has to play. Kiri is a woman grown, Lo’ak just weeks away from being the same. He doesnt blame them for the way their feathers bristle, almost viscerally.
“Ah, big brother you didn't have to come all this way to get us” Kiri reassures, patting Neteyam on the chest good naturedly. “We we’re just about to be on our way”
Neteyam notices the way you try to look anywhere else but him. It stings because he cant stop looking at you, cant pry his eyes away from your form.
“You all should start heading back before dad notices” Neteyam starts. His father had been busy as of late, harvest season abundant and fruitful this year because of the heavy rain season “I’ll catch up, I need to speak with Norm”
“What? Dad cant use the coms now, he has to send his messenger” Lo’ak’s nose scrunches a little, always questioning. On a normal day it wouldn't affect Neteyam so much, just a normal jab from his snot nosed little brother.
Not today. Not when he’s stretched so thin. Not when you refuse to look at him but are staring at the side of Lo’ak fat head. It feels wrong, makes his skin heat up to the point that it feels itchy and tight.
“That's none of your concern. Head back to Home Tree. Now” He doesn't normally throw his weight around. But he feels the need to puff up big in front of you “Those are orders. Get out of here”
Lo’ak’s less offended and more surprised. One of his oh so human eyebrows cocks, a sly remark in his throat before he scoffs. “Aye, Aye Captain Kiss Ass. C’mon Kiri let's go. See you later Spider, Y/N”
He deuces up Spider, gives Y/N a pat on her small shoulder and glares harshly at his brother before he disappears into the thick brush of the jungle.
Kiri wraps her arms around you in a strong hug, muttering about ‘swimming’ and ‘promises’. The small impish smile she shoots Spider gives YOU butterflies so you don't blame the way he swoons, before she’s off behind her younger brother.
“I can go find Norm for you, bro. I think he’s still out in his Avv, but Max can radio him back in” Spider is none the wiser. Doesn't notice the heavy tension that simmers on a low bubble. Oblivious, as usual.
“Yeah, sure” Neteyam replies, barely sparing the human boy a glance. He’d feel bad for it later, when he could form coherent thought. When his brain wasn't on Y/N issued override.
Spider chatters, good natured. He never got to see the Olo’eyktan in training anymore. He missed his homie.
“Well, I should be heading back. You guys have a good rest of your night-” You’re already turning on your heels when you make the announcement, eager to get back inside. Back behind the safe walls of the lab- far away from Neteyam.
“No”
Neteyam who stares at you with all too knowing eyes. He looks straight through you like he can see through your clothes, through your thinly veiled escapism attempts. He reaches out, wraps his long fingers around the top of your arm and tugs you back to him. Gentle, but very firm.
He doesn't have to say it- it’s written all over his face. Not this time. He’s not going to let you run away from him.
“Netey-” You start in a whine, tugging on his hold. He doesnt relent, if anything his fingers tighten as his eyes narrow. Dangerous, desperate.
“Just talk to me” it’s a barely concealed plea, his tail twitches anxiously behind him “I'm just asking for five minutes. Please Y/N”
Spiders oblivious, yes. Stupid? No. He doesnt know exactly what's going on between the two of you but has clued into the fact that it’s heavy and he wants no part of it.
The excuse he makes is shit- he’ll just go find Norm. Yeah… he’s so out of there.
“What is wrong with you?” You hiss as you watch Spiders awkward, quick retreating form. Eyes flickering over the empty for now training yards “So much for keeping it lowkey, huh? Could you be anymore obvious?”
“What’s wrong with me?” Neteyam is almost shaking with disbelief “What the fuck is wrong with you? You havent talked to me in over a month. Everytime I make any kind of attempt you bolt. I dont-” He sighs, pinching the wide bridge of his nose with the hand that isnt holding onto you.
He looks tortured. Tired. Run a little ragged.
Beautiful.
“I don't know what I did? If this is about that day in the forest-”
You sigh at his words, once again pulling on his hold. Shaking your head desperately because you can't.
You can't talk about it. Fuck, you’ve been trying not to even think about it.
And failing as you replay the event over and over again the darkness of your bunk. Hyper fixating on the way that his lips had felt against yours. Oh the way that his big hands had worked your body over
“Don’t” you whisper “Please don’t”
You’d never been one to beg for pity, for mercy but that’s what you do now. Beg him to let you out of his tight clutches. Metaphorically and physically.
“You’re all I can think about” It's a gutted admittance, but Neteyam makes it all the same “That night- I can’t sleep. I can barely eat- I’m falling behind on my duties because I keep coming back here. Standing outside this fence and waiting for you. I know you could hear me over the coms, right?”
And you could, a few weeks or so ago.
When he’d begged you to come out. To come speak to him. His voice so appealing that you’d almost caved. You’d had to turn off your receiver. Had sat with your head in your hands for hours as you fought the urge to crawl to him, knees raw and your bloody heart on a platter only he could divulge in.
He shuffles closer, all lean strong muscle. Firm, unmovable. “You heard me”
“Of course I did”
“And you still left me out here” He scoffs, head shaking slightly as his adams apple bobs, his ears are pinned to the sides of his head in obvious distress “I could never do that shit to you.”
“One of us needs to be the adult in this situation” Your voice is as strong as you can make it. Trying to speak reason on to both of you “We can pretend it never happened and go back to the way that things were before. You’re my friend, Tey”
You reach up, stroking at his wrist. Trying to soften him enough for him to let this go. Let you go.
He’s trying to control his breathing, all that training for all of those years for what? One fragile human girl to make him completely unspool? To lose any and all composure he’d worked so hard to gain.
He was always the adult, in all situations. Had been born with a neck cramping crown on his head. Shrouded in pressurized glory.
“If this is me being childish, so be it. Where has pretending gotten you, huh? Look at you, yawntutsyìp. you look so tired. When was the last time you slept? Kiri says you spend days in the lab without resting”
His hands, both of them, come up to cup your face. Huge and calloused. Yet he holds you like you're something precious. A small animal, a rare gem. His whole entire world since he was just a boy.
Neteyam thumbs at the cool glass of your mask, tenderly. The bags under your eyes are sunken and bruised. “Don’t shut me out”
Your body, in its entirety, clenches at his words. Velvet and sincere. He’s a fucking dream. Your head leans into his hands, neck sagging of its own accord as any and all words of protest leave your weak mind.
He makes you so easy.
“Let me in…I dont want there to be this distance between us anymore” He hisses around the word distance. Hating even having to say it “I want to be inside of you again”
Your plump lower lip gets skewered between your teeth, eyes screwed shut as you remember the last time. Your first ever time being full…you’d dreamt of it every night since it had happened.
If it wasn't for the blasted mask and your need for Earth’s oxygen he’d kiss you. Right here right now. He didn't really give a shit who saw or what they had to say.
Instead pulls you into his chest, lets you wind your arms around his lean middle and bury your chest in his diaphragm. Its as close as he can get you, for now. Makes you cling to him the way that he’d clung to every thought of you for the last weeks.
You wish it was lungfuls of his skin that you were taking as you try to bring yourself down from this abrupt shaky high. You dont get it, how your relationship couldve flipped this hard in such a short time.
He had always just been Neteyam. A shameless flirt yes- but that’s all it was.
“Would you like that?” He questions, hands working through your hair. Fingers light and soothing on your scalp. Massaging the thoughts right out of your head.
“Hmm?”
“If I was inside you again?” He presses on. You can feel the tickle of his long, thin, tail as it wraps around the back of your calf and you groan, digging your nails into his back.
“You’re such an asshole. Stoppppp it” You’re embarrassed and turned on and already feel stupid enough, he doesn't need to rub it in. His chest shakes as he chuckles.
“I’m serious. Tell me you want it-”
“Neteyam! Hey!”
The two of you break apart in an instant. You jump away from him as though struck by lightning. Instantly putting enough distance between you and the Na’vi that maybe, just maybe an onlooker might think that the embrace was friendly.
It’s Norm, having heard that the eldest Sully was looking for him he’d come eagerly.
The smile you plaster on is forced and honestly, Neteyam doesnt fair any better. He’s obviously flustered, just glad that his erection isn't tenting his tweng.
“Spider told me you and your dad are looking for me. I’m not intruding on uh anything, am I?” Norm looks between the two of you.
Your arms are folded tightly over your chest and Neteyam is rubbing at the back of his neck, strong jaw flexing as his teeth grind.
Oh yeah, Norm had definitely interrupted something.
Knows for sure as you scurry away. As Neteyam, always so level headed, has to string together words. Stumbling a little bit as he tries to remember the message that Jake had relayed.
It’s not any of his business, he thinks at the time. He sure didnt want to be the one to shine the light on whatever the hell was going on here. Turning a blind eye to the mysteries of Pandora is the only way to survive the harshest terrain known to man.
———
You dont know that though-
No, you’re spiraling more a little bit as you prepare yourself for bed. Brushing through your thick hair and staring out into space as your mind assaults you with all of the gnarly ‘What If’s’
Norm had seen and he had to know right? Oh god, what if he told Jake?
You balk. Lowering the brush as your eyes bulge out of your head.
What if he told Neytiri?
That's actually a super horrific thought. Like nightmarish. You have a lot of respect for the future Tsahik...
…And a very healthy does of fear. She didnt like humans and made it known. She tolerated them only for her husband's benefit. What if she found out that her eldest son, her golden boy, had fucked one?
You’re freak out is interrupted by static, by the beeping of your com receiver on your night stand.
“Y/N?” its Neteyams muffled voice through the device. You’d ignored it once. You should ignore it again…
“Yeah?” you wonder if he picks up on how shaky you sound through the receiver.
“Tomorrow night meet me at the East Gate. Like when we we’re kids” he’s not really asking. Not demanding either. You could ignore him again, but he has to try.
The line goes silent, quiet for minutes on end.
“Y/N?”
You’re so stupid. “What time?”
You can hear the grin he’s sporting as he replies “0100”
“Got it, over. Good night, Neteyam. Go to sleep”
———
The East Bay is on the other side of the large fortress-like building. It's not that it's forbidden, or anything. but it is deserted. It’s where the military personnel had inhabited, and since most if not all of them had gotten the hard boot off Pandora it was empty as a ghost town in these maze like halls.
When you we’re younger; you’d caught Spider sneaking Kiri and Lo’ak in through the rarely used entrance. You’d demanded the know how, if he didnt want you to rat on him for it. It was a rare occurrence, but the Sully children had all been snuck into Hell’s Gate this way over the years.
You type in the codes, disabling the alarm system in order to usher Neteyam into the pressurized, air lock. You’d toted one of the Avatar Exopacks along for him, they’re heavier then hell but he’d need it.
“Hi” you smile, suddenly shy as the tall Na’vi man stands before you.
That's what he was now. A man, not only in the eyes of his people but as a whole. Broad and muscular, strong. Verile. The next leader of his people. You know that he’s highly desired in his clan. Women fawn over him. Vie for his attention.
It doesnt feel real that he wants to give it to you.
You’re nothing special. Not tall and stunning like the Omaticaya women. Even by Earth’s standards you're short, curvy. Not particularly pretty. Insecurity gnaws at you, as it so often does.
“C’mere” Neteyam urges, boldly yanking you by your waist. Pulling you flush against his body. Grabby and insistent, he wants to feel your bare skin. All plush and soft, hes been dying to taste it since the last time.
Kicking himself over and over for not savoring every bit of your body that you gave to him. He won't make the same mistake again.
He’s not gonna lie, the concrete and metal of the walls inside of Hell’s Gate have always made him a little claustrophobic. But he can't do this outside-
His lips capture yours, demanding and needy from the jump. Big, over powering, he swallows your little chirp of surprise. Devours any and all breath from your lungs. Its messy and so good. You hadn't gotten to kiss him last time.
His mouth tastes amazing, his tongue rough in texture just like you remembered. It grates your lips as you suck on it-
“Hey, slow down a little bit” You giggle as Neteyam paws at your ass, lifting you off the ground until you squirm hard, making him release you “Not here, we can't do this here there’s cameras everywhere”
“I don't care” Neteyam pecks all over your face, trying to recapture your mouth as you avoid him “Let them watch, most of those pervs would like it”
And they would know that you’re his. The thought is beyond heady.
You gasp as his sharp canines ghost over the delicate skin of your neck, nibbling on your pulse point “Please- Neteyam”
You firmly push him away, hand on his chest and maybe if you hadn't cut him off cold turkey he would've given you space. Could've pulled away for a moment to let you say your piece. Instead the idea of letting you pull away even an inch is unbearable to him.
No. instead he tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He hauls loads heavier then you every day, your protests mean little to him. With his free hand he scoops up the Avv Exo Tank,
“Where to, yawntutsyìp?”
Where too is an old conference room. Its as good as any, and Neteyam yanks a couple cushions off the old couch to act as a brace for your head as he lowers you to the floor, flat on your back.
You’re so pretty like this, he tells you of the fact.
With your hair a mess behind you, your face free of that damned mask. Grinning up at him as you rub your thighs together. He wishes he had that camera that his dad liked to take pictures on. He wants this moment of you framed, immortalized.
“I hate sky people clothes” He mutters as he tugs on the hem of your t-shirt. It hides you, hides all that skin he craves.
“You want me to take it off?” You offer eagerly, raising up enough to start peeling the piece of clothing off. You’re bare underneath, completely. Your breasts jiggle as they’re freed, nipples peaked in the cool air-conditioned air.
“Don’t ever put it on again” He demands, taking it from your hands and tossing it across the room. He’s dead serious, but by the way you're giggling you obviously think its a joke.
He can’t help it, he dives in face first. Rubbing against your soft breasts, obsessed with the way they feel. Heavy, pillowy. He drags his tongue across all of your bare skin. From your clavicle to your nipple. You always smell so pretty, but its got nothing on the way you taste. It explodes bright and savory on his tastebuds.
You let him explore, until your spit soaked and shaking. Your panties sticky as your hips search for any kind of friction. “I need you”
“You have me, my love. All of me” your eyes water at his words. At the sincerity. At how much you want them to be true.
You grab one of his hands and drag it down your chest. Past your soft, rounded belly and into your shorts. He grunts as you guide him to where you’re wet and pulsing. Rythmetically clenching around nothing.
He circles your clit, feather light. More of a tease then anything and you want to sob. You’d thought of nothing but this, touched yourself imagining him. “Tey-”
He smiles around a mouthful of nipple,tugging on with his teeth. “I missed you so much”
“Then be nice to me” you plead, trying to shove yourself down on his fingers.
“We’re being nice now? Were you nice to me when you ignored me?” he can't help it, hurt bleeds into his voice. It had been so fucking painful, knowing that you hadnt wanted to see him. To be with him.
“I’m sorry” you whine, grabbing his face, pulling it from your bosom. “I’m so sorry. I was so scared- I’m still scared but I need you”
He lets you cup his cheeks, lets you plant kisses all over him. The bridge of his nose, his eyelids, his cheekbones. You dote on him, gentle and caring and he gorges himself on your love.
“You cant ever do that again, okay?” He shivers as you kiss his ear, running your tongue along the hyper sensitive flesh “If you’re scared you come to me, not run from me. Do you understand?”
You nod, eager. “I promise, Neteyam”
It’s all he needs to hear, that you’re his. That you won't deprive him of your presence ever again. He doesn't know what he’ll do. He’s a little scared of the man he becomes when it comes to you, you’re not the only one frightened by the gravity of your feelings.
“You asked if I wanted you inside me again? Yes. So much. I never knew I could be that full” it’s like you know just what to say. You light him up from the inside. His fingers begin circling your sopping clit again, this time with intent.
It’s blurry, the fact that your lightheaded making it hard to think. To track what he’s doing to you because somehow Neteyam seems to be everywhere at once. His big body all encompassing as he takes you.
“No-no marks, baby” You try to remind him and his blazing eyes zero in on you in a glare “you know we cant…not where they can see”
You’re right, and he hates it. He’ll just have to mark you where only you can see. Where you can look at your self and be reminded that you belong to someone. That you belong to him.
He doesn't have the patience, cant stop his hands from shaking- the tear of your shorts and panties echos around the room as he removes any barriers between him and the heat at the apex of your thighs.
You cant help the thrill it sends down your spine. He’d…ripped your panties off. You thought shit like this only existed in bad Earth made Porn that you’d found on one of the labs computers.
“Sorry, sorry” his apology is far from sincere though and you can't help but giggle, patting his braids fondly.
The fingerfucking is rough, your wines and moans spilling from you as he hits spots inside of you that make you want to curl up. It’s too good. Too much-
You screech, back bowing as he bends to kiss you, loud and sloppy, right on your wet clit. His big head burrows between your thigs as he delves on your cunt, his long rough textured tongue lapping at the fat puffy lips. The texture difference has both of you groaning.
It’s heartbreakingly good, the kind of good that you’ll never be able to forget. That you’ll crave and need for the rest of your life. Addictive, as he dedicates himself to making you feel pleasure.
Neteyam eats pussy the same way he does everything else in his life, exceeding any expectations. His instincts sharp as he hones in on how to make you lose your mind.
He keeps telling you how good you taste, breaking away for heaving breaths before he reburries himself. The only sounds in the room are the beyond wet sloshing of his tongue lashing and the pathetic noises your making.
He’s eating you alive, you don’t know how you’re supposed to survive this.
His fingers, two and then three fuck in and out of you. Corkscrewing as he loosens your tightness up for him.
“O-ooh” you whine high and reedy as you feel your tummy tightening, the pressure building in a way that makes you feel like you cant breathe. You cant your hips, shoving them down at that perfect angle “Oh, sh-shhhhit. I’m gonna, I’m-”
He doubles down and you’re a goner.
The orgasm is devastating. Sofuckinggood you think you might see stars for a minute there. You can't even scream, you keep letting out these little cries that are more like wheezes. A desprate attempt to get some kind of air back in your lungs-
Which reminds you.
Even though you’re in a daze you wiggle away from him, he hisses at you about it but you swat the top of his head as you reach for the Exo Pack.
You shove the mask in his face, between your legs.
”Breathe, Neteyam” you demand him to gulp down the Pandoran air. Yeah, he could go longer in your environment than you in his but still. Death by giving head isn’t the way you’d like him to go out.
He takes long breaths and you try not to be embarrassed by how soaked his chin is.
When he pulls away his eyes are a little more focused “Thank you, sweet girl. Always thinking about me, huh?”
You nod, dropping the mask. Closer this time for easier access. His eyes quickly zero back in on your swollen pussy, on how wet he got you. On how pretty it looks. His mouth is watering all over again-
When you try to close your thighs, the burning of your cheeks getting to be too much he hisses again. It’s not a sound he often makes and it’s a revelation, he’s so sexy. Almost feral.
“Who said I’m done?”
You’re never going to be able to get over this man “I already came?...”
“Yes? So?” he rolls his eyes, lowering his head, nuzzling at the damp juncture of your inner thigh “You’re still so tight, here feel”
His fingers slip back in you and you mewl, baring down as he scissors the long digits.
“We have to get you loose enough to take me, I don’t want to hurt you” He explains it like you need convincing. Like he has to convince you to let him eat you out. You just re-spread your thighs, relaxing back onto the cool floor as you let him do as he pleases.
It takes two more orgasms that you scream and shake through until he deems that you’re ready. By the time that he begins to slide his cock into you you’re a blubbering, oversensitive mess. You’re crying rivers of tears as you cling to him.
“Hold my hand? Please ” You request and he smiles, kissing your tear streaked cheek as he interlaces his longer fingers with yours.
Humans and Na’vi can fuck, but we’rnt designed to. His dick is overwhelimgly big and will really injure you if the two of you aren't careful about this.
You both gasp sharply as his tip breaches you.
It hurts, it’s agonizing. It’s the kind of pleasure pain that you didnt even know could exist. Everytime you think you can adjust, he pushes in another inch. But oh, how you missed it. Being so full it feels like you’re going to burst. You’re pussy flutters as it fights to take him and you focus in on his face.
It’s all scrunched up in heavy concentration. His lips speared between his sharp teeth in a way that has them almost bleeding.
You can't have that. You tug him into a kiss, soothing the abused flesh with your tongue.
“I-I dont want to hurt you” He whimpers as his forehead rests against yours.
“It’s okay, you’re okay” You hum to him, grasping at his hand even tighter “I love what you do to me. I love how you feel”
When he bottoms out you think he must be in your ribs. Hes still, letting your body get used to him. Trying to be kind. You want to tell him that there’s no getting used to his size. That he could fuck you every day for the rest of your lives and he would still feel just as massive.
“Please” you wail instead “please”
The first gentle snap of his pelvis has you both reeling. Your thighs lock around his thin hips, urging him. You can take it. It only takes a little urging for him to lose himself. The harsh stretch of it has you shaking as your over sensitive pussy tightens. You’re coming again, less intense the the previous orgasms, thankfully.
Neteyam had been so focused on making you feel good that he’d neglected his hard, weeping cock. His balls are so full that he knows he’s not going to be able to draw this out.
You know you have to look stupid, mouth hanging open as you raggedly gasp for breath, letting out punched out sounds as Neteyam pounds into you. You cant look away from his face though.
It’s mesmerizing, all of it. The sounds he lets out. The way that his braids sway with the rhythm of his pleasure seeking body. His broad shoulders, bulging biceps and forearms- you are so fucked.
You’re so in love.
“Please Y/N” He wheezes as you squeeze around him, letting go of your hand so he can wrap both of his arms around your lower back “I can’t hold it. W-where should I?”
Oh. Oh, he’s the sweetest man. He always has been.
You peck his lips, not minding that he’s too lost in his own pleasure to really kiss you back
“Come inside me. Come inside me. Come inside me” it’s a heated chant, broken and breathy by the erratic rhythm of his hips and he buries his head in your neck, wailing in the skin there.
Just for a moment, lost in the haze of sex, you can tell he forgets his own strength. Thrusts into you so hard that you scream out in pain, the mushroom tip of his long cock batters your cervix relentlessly. Its a sharp, startling sensation that you’ve never known but you ride it out for him. Desperately trying to keep your whimpers of discomfort at bay.
When he comes, his whole body goes still and ram rod straight. He hugs you tightly to him. You wish you could see his face. Next time, hopefully.
He’s Neteyam, the mighty warrior. The dutiful son. The next clan leader but as he shakes and twitches and basks in the afterglow you can't help but want to baby him. But stroke his back softly, rubbing the residual tension out of his tired muscles.
He’s your big ol’ pussy cat, you’d always teased. He purrs like one every time you’re affectionate with him.
You can’t help but run your hands along his sensitive spine. Let the length of his tail run through the loop of your fingers. He grins and flicks it from side to side. He’d always thought your fascination with it was amusing.
“Are you okay?” he mutters, still hidden in your hair as he starts to come back to himself and you hum, moving up to pat his braids.
“Mmhmm” you’re maybe not as capable of making words as you though you were. He chuckles and hugs you. Holds you in his big arms in a way that makes you feel untouchable.
The two of you lie in that room for as long as you can, until he has to start heading back to Home Tree, it’s almost morning and his parents are early risers. They’ll look for him if hes not in his tent…
It's hard. Letting him go. Even though you know he’ll be back. You keep pulling him back in for kisses, holding onto his muscular arms until he laughs and peels you off of him.
“I’ll be back my love. I’ll always return for you”
You frown but agree, pushing him away to get re-dressed- “How am I supposed to go back like this! Neteyam I don't have any pants!”
He’d shredded your shorts and panties. Literal tatters of cloth are all that’s left.
Neteyam cracks up, almost keeling over. Thinking he’s oh so funny. It lightens the situation and makes letting him go- watching him disappear back in the forest a little easier.
You end up having to pull your fortunately oversized t-shirt down as far as it can go as you make a mad dash across the facility, back to your dorm. You fall asleep grinning, thinking about how the panties had been a necessary sacrifice.
———
Norms on late night watch, keeping a bored, admittedly not sharp enough eye on the security camera’s feeds. With the rainy season, came an influx of Slinths’. It made sense to have a lookout, and somehow he’d gotten saddled with an overnight shift.
He’d definitely fallen asleep for a few hours. Not that he’d tell anyone of that fact.
There is nothing that could prepare him for what he see’s on the screen, over in the desolate East Bay. First, he thinks that he’s hallucinating, his sleep bogged eyes playing tricks on him.
He rubs them hard with his knuckles, not believing the image that is large and clear on the security footage.
It’s Neteyam. Inside the facility which almost never happened. And he’s bending down, his lips locked with Y/N’s . Kissing her hard and long before she punch’s in the code, and opens the air locked door to let him back out into the shadowy eclipse.
Norm’s learned a lot living on this strange moon- Pandora was mysterious. Full of things his brilliant mind would never understand. So he does what he does’ most of the time.
Minds his own business.
So I’ve had this idea cooking for months, but didn’t have the bandwidth to get it written down. The ideas wouldn’t translate to page and I still kind of feel like they didn’t butttttt whatever. This is pure self indulgence. I am so much more in love with Neteyam now. He is SUCH a good guy. Ugh.
Also, please remember that my requests are OPEN! Send in all that good shit. Come blue alien brain rot with me!
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I noticed requests were open, so maybe you could write the reader being in Audrey’s place and telling the ink demon he’s not a monster and afterwards he protects the reader from anyone that tries to attack them. Have a good day!
"You have nothing. You're without purpose. Your very existence...was a terrible lie. You're a mistake, a monster....like me. But I will make you-"
“Who says you’re a monster?”
The Ink Demon was silent as he stared down at you, at first feeling insulted that you dared interrupt him. He was still seething from the abomination that tried to usurp him as ruler..he could easily crush you in one fell swoop.
Yet you didn’t seem afraid of him anymore.
He couldn’t sense the fear you had back when you were hiding away in broken barrels and Miracle Stations.
No...despite being absolutely helpless--with your lower legs severed and your inky body weakening--you managed to smile at him, the beast who stalked you nonstop.
“I know this sounds ironic, coming from my scumbag of a father, but...he told me those born of darkness don’t necessarily belong to it. That doesn’t mean you have to be a monster. I never thought you were, Bendy.”
He gnashed his teeth together, growling lowly.
Just thinking of that man was enough to make his nonexistent blood boil.
“That’s what the old fool called me..day in and day out.” He snarled. “He tried to fix me, but the Machine chewed me up and spat me out the same way....every time. I was never going to be perfect. He called me a foul thing..a monster..had me caged like a dog. Shame you couldn’t convince him otherwise..”
"I know I couldn’t, and I’m sorry.” You frowned. “Listen..I know what the Keepers have done to you. They’re basically doing what he tried to do...only worse.”
“...oh yes..they thought they could control me. But with Wilson gone..”
“He’s a martyr to them now. And they’re gonna hunt you down again..they’ll never stop until they capture you. They’ll kill me over and over again if that’s what it takes. Trust me..I know..” Remember how many times you’ve accidentally stepped in a Keeper’s spotlight, you shuddered a bit.
“Then..we will combine forces to destroy them.” The Ink Demon extended his hand, attempting to present his offer from before. “Let us-”
“I’d have to refuse..because what if we’re caught between those again? We’ll both be screwed.” You gestured to the broken signal towers all around you. “But I could help you find the Keepers’ weakness..and maybe build something strong enough to take them on. This lousy pipe just won’t do.”
Silent, he looked to the half-charged Gent pipe in your hand, slowly realizing the valid points you made in your argument.
As much as he despised being wrong and being told “no”, especially by a half-human....you were smart.
“That is true....then so be it. You’ll help me eliminate them. But what do you want out of this?”
“Well I..would like my legs back.” You awkwardly requested. “And a way to go home, maybe.”
After some internal debating, he decided that it wasn’t your time to join the dark puddles yet. There was still much work to be done--those Keepers couldn’t be allowed to continue their operations.
Not when you were the key to stopping them.
“Very well, I will heal you. But this alliance is only temporary. You’ll know your place is within the puddles very soon..”
“Yeah, yeah...thank you, Bendy.” You gazed up at him, a hopeful smile on your face. “You know, I never stopped seeing good in you.”
He said nothing to that, although he did look surprised to be thanked for once, considering the amount of times he tried killing you throughout the studio.
He didn’t understand why you wanted to help him or even denied the fact he was a monster.
Nevertheless, he complied with your request. You watched the rest of your legs become submerged in the ink for a few seconds, before the large puddle receded--restoring them both as if nothing ever happened.
As you sat up, you were nearly tackled back down to the floor by a small unseen force. You then blinked upon recognizing the small curled devil horns against your chest, ink melting away to reveal Bendy in his smaller form.
He was hugging you tightly, sniffling and trembling.
“Awh, it’s alright bud.” Smiling, you held him tightly, glad that he realized you weren’t like your father at all. You didn’t think of him any differently--not even after seeing that the two were the same.
He learned your heart was good and kind, both inside and outside this world.
Letting you go, he helped you stand up. It was tricky considering he couldn’t touch your hand with the glowing spiral without feeling pain, but he managed.
You got used to your new legs and sighed. “Wow. Regenerative ink, huh? Impressive. Well, we should go before-”
“WILSON!!”
“Wilson is dead?!”
“Wilson gave us purpose!!”
“THEY MURDERED HIM!!”
Hearing shouts coming from outside the lab, you froze in terror, realizing that hostile Lost Ones were coming for you both. Bendy panicked, immediately turning back into his demon form before sprinting to the pool of ink below the machine and diving into it.
You looked over your shoulder, confused and annoyed that he left you alone all of the sudden.
Was he really going to leave you to face them on your own?
‘Ah great..well, let’s see how many I can take on with a half-charged pipe..’ Readying your weapon, you prepared for the swarm of angry inky people about to barge in-
Then suddenly you heard a bellow from behind and saw Bendy reemerge from the pool looking different.
Now he was a hulking beast of ink, with a full set of large sharp teeth and muscular limbs--no longer skeletal like he was before.
He scooped you up with one hand, setting you on his back. “I need you alive..I’ll handle them. They are fools to stand in the face of a creature like me..”
“Yeah, they’re in for a world of hurt.” With a chuckle, you gripped one of his sharp spines, looking over his horns to see the Lost Ones rush inside the room. They had sharp weaponry, vibrant colors swirling within their bodies.
“Say Bendy...what do you think of that rainbow ink?”
“...I hate it.”
“Me, too.”
With a loud roar, the Ink Demon charged forth to reduce them all to stains in the ground, with none of them standing a chance against his might.
You just held on for dear life and enjoyed the ride.
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Happy Saturday all :) We only have 5 eps left in this season. I can’t believe it. 17 days to the premiere. Well 18 for me since I don't have cable just Hulu but still. Ahhh the Dim and Juicy Ep. I remember the 3 week hiatus to get to it was the worst. Felt like we had a lot of extended breaks in S5. Drove me insane. But anything is better than the one we’re coming out of now ha I’ll take 3 weeks over 9 months any day heh.
I liked the parallel in this how unhealthy Jake/Sava were. And how solid Tim and Lucy are. I mean Dim And Juicy were a mess. My god the man cheated on her more than once. They are not relationship goals lol I enjoyed them nonetheless though. I know Eric and Melissa had a blast filming this. Did my best to get everything in. Content heavy one. Let us get started.
5x18 Double Trouble
We hit the ground running in this one. Sava is waiting for Jake outside of prison. He’s getting released due to overcrowding. Not because he was good LOL Even Sava makes a crack it wasn't that. Been serving about 6 months for the drug charge got in 4x22. It’s a trip to watch them. We get all the benefits of Melissa and Eric’s chemistry inside another couple. It's wild. Sava all but squee's when she see's Jake which is pretty cute.
They launch themselves at each other once he’s free. All kisses and hands. Saying how much they missed each other. All the chemistry and swaying cuteness that comes with them. This scene is pretty cute to watch. They do look like they are so in love which makes what Jake does later so confusing and awful tbh. He greets her friend Lisa with a hug and you can see Sava breaks it up pretty quickly.
Sava brings Jake back to her side. Asking what he wants to do first? Being the classy gentlemen he is saying she knows what. Ha Horny horn dogs. I do love it though. it’s like getting the most reckless AU version of Tim and Lucy. Although they wouldn’t cheat so it’s not entirely accurate lol Sava asking him if he wants to go straight? Jake replying 'Nah, screw that. Let's be bad.'
This leads us into the documentary. Shots of Jake and Sava during it. My god they are sex crazed af. I think that’s why everyone loved watching them though. heh They legit were gonna make a sex tape and got caught LOL I remember being so excited and confused as to what this episode was going to be ha. All I knew was going to be a documentary one and I always have a soft spot for these ones.
We start off with Lucy getting mic’d up. She looks way more nervous this time around. Why you ask? Her person isn’t with her. Her safe space and grounding force is missing. She even asks why she can’t be interviewed with him? They want their POV's to be separate this time. It’s so sweet she misses him and needs his presence to calm her nerves. This makes me so happy I cannot.
We watch her take a deep breathe knowing they have to be apart. They ask how Lucy knew of Jake Butler in the first place? Lucy goes on to explain about Tamara’s car and drugs they found in it. Which led them to Jake. They bring up the fact he and Tim look alike. Tim is already grumpy and hates these damn things. What happens when you remove him away from his sunshine human.
He’s extra grumpy. It shows in his very first shot. His body language screaming how much he doesn’t want to be here. The crossed arms (mmm hello biceps.) Tim defiantly saying how they don’t look the same at all. Refusing to believe they are anything alike. Other than looks Jake is the complete opposite of everything Tim is for sure. He’s so sassy and salty when the director says they’re identical. ‘Says you.’ Oh my love. I adore you.
They come at Lucy with both barrels about being Dim and Juicy for their OP in 'Double Down.' Knowing their ‘pretend’ intimacy was so much more than that. Lucy looks like she’s getting overwhelmed poor thing. She tries to divert it back to what they accomplished with their OP. Not the fact that they were UC together as a couple. The director presses more asking if that’s when her and Tim became intimate?
There’s a reason they pulled Tim from her for these questions. He would’ve knocked this guy out for them being so personal. Also for making her feel uncomfortable asking them. She can’t even look the man in the face when she says this BS line about pretending. Cause it’s utter crap and she knows it. Yeah they were in other relationships at the time. To quote Angela from 5x01 ‘All true. Not what I asked.’
Lucy defending them both. Saying they didn’t get together until they were both single. Which is true and I am eternally grateful for. Do love her making sure everyone knows this. That they didn’t do anything untoward during their OP. Cause they wouldn’t while in relationships. Not who they are. They were damn close but didn't. Why they are the opposite of Jake/Sava. The director says he wants to dial in on that. Lucy becoming agitated asking do we really have to?
These questions clearly getting under her skin. The director noting it’s astronomical they would even meet the both of them. Let alone have both Jake/Sava together and her and Tim as well in a relationship. Before she can answer Tim interrupts says interview is over. She asks what's wrong? He tells her not here.. Lucy thinking it’s linked to questions she’s being asked. I love him holding the door for her as they leave. Ever the gentlemen.
The closeness and height difference is glorious in this shot. You can tell when they’re alone by her body language Lucy goes into calm down Tim mode. Her hand reaching out for his and subtly touching it. Thinking she has to get him to settle down for hearing those questions. Before Lucy can talk Tim explains why he removed her. Has nothing to do with that. He pulled her over because Jake has gone missing. Doesn’t want to do police work in front of the cameras. Saying Nolan and Celia got missing persons call and it’s about Jake. Lucy is shocked saying 'What?'
Nolan and Celina show up and Sava is freaking out cause Jake is missing. The director asks why Jake and Sava are at a mansion in Beverley Hills? We find out they’ve been casing rich families. Taking over jobs like handy man, nanny etc so they can live in these fancy houses and steal their stuff. It’s pretty smart despite being awful LOL This last family needed a handy man. Jake beats the crap out of the current one. Strong arms his way into taking his job.
I do love seeing how tall he is in that camera shot. mmm. Tall drink of water that man. Jeans and a leather jacket? Yum. Gimme. Luckily this family needed a nanny as well. So they both fit right into this scenario. Angela saying Sava slid right in LMAO I’m dying at Wes’s reaction. They’re so cute I can’t stand it. I do love me some Wopez. He tells her that's a really descriptive way to say it HA These documentaries always produce the funniest little moments like this. Why I love these and have a soft spot for them.
We return to Nolan’s and Celina questioning Sava. She is still panicking. Saying this is why she didn't want to call the cops. Nolan noting because they're doing something illegal? She tries to defend their jobs there. That they're "straight" now. John gets her back on track by saying Jake disappeared? We cut to another video slash moment. Sava and her videos ha it is super cute how he looks at the camera. That smile we all love. Jake saying she needs to remind him to erase security footage. My god they’re sex bunnies LMFAO. He gets up to grab another beer and asks if she wants anything? She said lobster salad.
The ass tap he gives her on his way to get another beer. my goodness. I love it. Reeling over here. Don't worry about me. They must’ve had so much fun filming this. I mean Eric mentioned it was one of fav eps of the season. The BTS they did leading up to his showed how much they enjoyed it. Her little dance after he says he’ll get her lobster salad. Haha Sava just living her best life in this moment and it’s showing. Sadly this is the last time Jake is seen alive on camera.
We find out Jake took off and never told Sava where he was going. Which is heartbreaking. Because she clearly loved this man very much. Moral compass or not she loved Jake. That gets them on the topic of lying and secrets in a relationship. They ask her if Tim and her keep secrets? Lucy says nothing big.
That honesty is the most important thing in a relationship. Cutting to Tim and his reply I’m rolling. Eric killing it in this episode with his sarcasm. The king delivers once again. I mean he’s not wrong he is sitting there because of her secret. Well intentioned secret though LOL One born out of love. This one was funnier than the other two I thought. Just lots of funny/punchy bits like this one. I enjoyed it so much.
We return to station. Aaron’s calling in he found a body. That it’s Tim. The expressions in this scene are primo. First off Lucy and Celina's confusion is hysterical. Standing next to him and hearing this when he's very much not. Tim looks so annoyed Aaron couldn’t tell it wasn’t him LOL Also irritated at the thought of being dead. Like he's insulted he would ever be dead in a dumpster haha Oh Tim I love you so much.Like Aaron you’re all looking for Jake and your mind goes to Tim LMAO Never gonna live this down my dude....
Tim grabbing Lucy’s radio off her hip is doing things to me. I also adore the looks when he does. She just allows it only looking down. Such a deep level of comfortability in this action too. Lucy doesn’t react at all. Just used to Tim and his antics. It’s the little glances through out this portion love too. Tim's look into the camera cracking up as well. Like this friggin dope thinking i'm dead... His face the literal version of SMH ha I loved this mini moment so much.
They ask Tim if it was disconcerting he saw a version of himself dead in the dumpster? Being Tim he’s not going to show a documentary crew of all people his vulnerability. That’s reserved for one person and one person only. We shoot back to Lucy who says she has nightmares. God I can only imagine the nightmares seeing that produced for her though. Even though it wasn’t him you know she carried that with her when they left.
I bet you she had nightmares that night and Tim had to soothe her. Damn that would be good fic... LOL Anyways they ask Lucy if she thinks Tim has nightmares? Lucy tells them no but he’s been doing the job longer. I love her defending his high walls though. Saying why they’re in place. Not wanting them to judge him for it. Refusing to let anyone cast a negative light on him.
The director asks if she’s jealous he can turn it off like that? Lucy’s answer is great because it’s very her. Telling them No. Personally she needs to feel for people it’s who she is. I totally get that I am a massive empath. It’s how I connect with people as well. It has it's downsides it’s true but worth it in the end. When they ask her bout his walls being an issue? I LOVE her smile. Because those walls have never really been an issue. A challenge for Lucy yes in slowly breaking his down over the years. But never an obstacle for them.
We all know she saw behind his walls very early on in their relationship. Saw the man hiding behind that wall. Tim has been a soft marshmallow for her for YEARS. Legit years. Why she has zero hesitation in her reply. He was soft for her long before they got together. It’s just now he allows himself to fully be this way openly and he’s ok with it. Well when they’re alone he is. Of course he’s going to be rough and grumpy with the crew. They’re not his person. Nor would he ever tell them he was soft for her.
That's not Tim Bradford at all. But his actions speak louder than his words ever could. You have to earn that out of him though. Lucy earned it million times over. Why she is the only one who gets to see it. Does crack me up the way the director says. ‘No sir....’ After Tim asks him if he looks like a big softy? You know Tim loved instilling that fear in him. He may be super gone for his wife. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t command fear and respect around everyone else. These two the epitome of Grumpy x Sunshine per usual. Tim is hard ass unless you’ve made past his wall. He loves Lucy most so she gets all the soft goodies haha
Sava shows the director a video she’s scared to share with the team after being questioned. Thinking they’re gonna use it against her. It’s a video of them driving around being all cute. Saying I love you to the camera and such. But then get run off the road in an attempt to kill them. Their car gets totaled and Jake has them bail completely. Car and everything they leave behind. They were able to locate the car for evidence after they see this.
They couldn’t get anything from the car scrapings unfortunately. Had the most common paint out there. So another layer was added to this mystery. Who was the driver? Sava then gets a text threatening her about an item she had no idea about. One that needed to be delivered. It was sent to her and Jake. The texts went on to be violent in nature toward Sava. So it was time for Lucy to go UC to figure this out. Meet up with this person threatening her.
Thanks to Lucy’s UC Op the SL finally has some answers. The guy contacting them was related to Jake they were cousins. He was into some shady stuff and was an international arms dealer. This where I really feel bad for Sava. She had no idea about these back ally dealings he was doing. Not only that but he was cutting her out of the deal on top of it. That Jake targeted this family for a specific reason and she had no idea. Makes me sad when she says she thought he loved her oof.
That she knew him. Pretty sad. We find out later through Sava. That Jake always had a burner phone. They were able to get that number through this whole thing with the shady cousin. It’s where we find out Jake was cheating on Sava. Again….Lucy calling him the Shakespeare of sexting LOL They ask her if she’ll read some of them? It’s adorable how flustered she gets. Saying she can’t her Nana would be watching this. HA
The director does the dumbest thing he could do. Asking Tim if he would read some? Like did you really think that was gonna happen bud? Like really? His reply of if Lucy wasn’t gonna he sure as hell wasn’t going to. Telling him to take that away from him. Have you not paid attention at all in these documentaries? Why would they think asking was a good idea? LMFAO Mess with the bull gonna get the horns people.
We find out the person Jake was cheating on Sava with was Lisa. Her best friend…Like damn it’s bad enough to cheat but with her best friend? God…As douchey as it gets on his part. Jake breaks up with her via text but Lisa can’t handle the fact he was choosing Sava. It’s when everything comes together. We find out she tried to run them off the road and kill them. When that failed she asks for Jake’s forgiveness. Wanting to meet up. When he showed up she killed him immediately and dumped his body. Shit….That's a seriously scorned women right there.
This next portion is the definition Grumpy x Sunshine. They ultimately decide not to charge Sava with anything. The director asking what Lucy thinks of this? She of course gives the softest, most empathetic, and hopeful answer. Because it’s Lucy Chen. She exudes all that in her decision making. It is her super power after all. Naturally her answer was geared towards a second chance. Thinking maybe this will put Sava on the right path.
We cut to Tim saying ‘Of course she said that.’ He knows his girl so well. What’s so great here is his expression as he says it. That smile of his when he says that line. We all know one of the reasons he fell for her is that sunshine. That empathy and her seeing the best in people. She charmed her way into his heart with it. He truly does admire her for it. You can see the fond affection his face and tone when he says this.
He may not agree with her but he loves that about her. The man loves her so much even when he’s being sassy it comes off as affectionate. It's the first time we see him smile this episode. Why? He’s talking about Lucy. She brings it out in him. She melts him even without even being present. Just the thought of her and he lights up. Her compassion is one of his fav things about her. Gah they cute.
They finally get to to be interviewed together. It’s the best part of the episode. Director not wasting any time with his first question. Asking them if they’re worried cause their doppelgänger relationship was so dysfunctional? Lucy once again seeing the best in them. Telling him it was an unfair characterization of them. That Jake cheated not only that but cut her out of a gun deal after that. Not healthy in the least but to her not dysfunctional.
I adore how riled up Tim is with his questions. Protective Tim has entered this conversation. Getting very agitated with what he’s implying. Look at how Lucy looks at Tim as he goes off on his rant. She loves this man sitting next to her. Grumpy rants and all. The amount of affection on her face as he continues his tangent. She could watch him go off all day. My heart. The director saying he thinks it's reasonable question. Tim doesn't agree and tells him off. Saying they’re working too hard. Ha I love him.
Tim continues on (very passionately might I add) about separating their relationship from Jake/Sava’s. Want's to make it VERY clear they are nothing like those two. That the only thing they share is looks. He is so offended he would even compare the two. I mean it’s true. They’re not on the same planet as Tim and Lucy. Lucy continues to look at her man with serious heart eyes. Her smile giving me all the feels.
She is loving his fierce defense of them as a couple. Saying Jake/Sava based their lives on deceit. Of course it infected their relationship. He’s not wrong…This next bit gets me all in my feels. The way he looks over at Lucy. A real genuine smile just for her. Look at his smile. I'm a puddle. He is the absolute softest for her. *heart clutch*
Saying they’re in a very different place. His passionate defense is of them is sexy if you ask me. Also look how different he is with her by his side. Sharing more than he's been doing in his previous interviews. Being a little vulnerable cause she’s there with him. More than he has the entire episode. I cannot. This makes my heart so happy.
The look on Lucy’s face when they ask what place they’re in? She is also ready to throw down with them. Incensed they would even ask that. Her reply is perfection. Saying ‘If you don’t know, then you haven’t been paying attention.’ I remember thinking this was a shot at anyone complaining this season. (and I LOVED it) Which blew my mind btw whenever I saw it. Cause if you could be negative in a season this good what makes you happy? I remember unfollowing some people cause I didn't want their tainted vision in my feed. If you could look at their relationship and not see the beautiful progression you weren't watching the same season as me.
To not see what they’ve built to this point in the season. You are like Lucy said clearly not paying attention. I remember seeing some posts about not enough PDA, kisses or intimacy. (there was lots of intimacy btw just not straight up making out) You’re missing the point of the realistic healthy adult relationship that's being portrayed. They're not teenagers who will be angsty over nothing. These are people in a stage of their life where that nonsense isn't going to happen. Any angst they've had has been productive. If you came out of this episode thinking they needed to be more like Jake/Sava you missed the point entirely. Of this season really. They are not them.
The beauty of Lucy and Tim is in the small tender moments. The little things that add up to so much. Yes I love kisses and such don't get me wrong. God I love them. Will lose my mind over any in S6 no doubt. But there is so much more to a relationship than just that. The emotional intimacy and how they’ve grown together since 5x10 is unreal. The massive shift in Tim alone is enough to tell you how well written they are. What a healthy adult relationship looks like. Had their bumps along the way but what couples doesn’t? I just loved that line from Lucy. S5 is a game changer in the best way for them. If you can’t see it or how they've both grown together you clearly haven’t been paying attention. That line was amazing and I loved her saying as such.
The director takes shot at what place they're in. Coming up with some buzz words. As generic as he could possibly be. Lucy calls him out for it. Because it no where near describes what these two have. Tim is simmering as this guy continues to try and rile them up. I adore him ready to go off and Lucy immediately calms him with a single touch. That’s all takes for him to go from raging bull to heart eye Tim in an instant for her.
Tim was ready to thrown the hell down. I love protective Tim. Lucy taking the wheel in this moment is everything. Her touch basically saying she's got this. Looking directly at her man when she says this next line above. Also don’t think I didn’t see your eyes move to his lips madam. I do adore how she is looking at him. Exuding every ounce of love in her body for him as she speaks. They’re so in love make my heart hurt in the best way. Her eyes so full of warmth and affection for the man sitting next to her. They really are in a beautiful place. Making my shipper heart so very happy.
Tim’s sweet smiles as she rubs her thumb up and down his wrist in a soothing manner. I love it so very much. Never be over how she make's sure to keep eye contact as she calms him down. Tim also doesn't break his eye contact with her as she does this. They're killing me with all the shipper feels in this moment.
Let’s not forget her necklace on full display here. In this beautiful moment. Happy looks so damn good on them everyone. Another thing I love so much is how Tim lets her take over. He was ready to shut this down. Kick them out. She places her hand on his arm and he’s at peace. Lets her direct them from here on out. Only Lucy has the power to soothe him this quickly and effectively.
She’s calmed Tim down enough to have him rejoin the convo. Saying as police officer your future is never certain. Lucy adding on anything can happen at any time. Tim rolling it into kicking them out is amazing. Telling them straight up they’ve overstayed their welcome at this point. I mean they really have LOL Cracks me up how she turns her head towards him. Not really shocked but realizing he's over this now. Her smile is the best.
I love him pointing his finger. The shots at his relationship with Lucy were his breaking point. That is the most precious thing in world to him. Something so sacred. Why Lucy had to stop him from eating them lol Lucy’s reaction is the best. She loves this insane man sitting next to her so much. Her pushing his arm down like 'Ok babe that’s enough.' lmao. Such a wifey move to do that but also she knows Tim is at his limit. Tells them it's time to go now....
I love them instantly going into couple time mode once it's over. Lucy asking if he wants sushi? Tim saying how it’s perfect. Then looks back at them glaringly. Saying this place better be spotless when they get back. I love her escorting him out of the apt. Hand on his back directing him towards the front door before he pops off more. Such a married move. God damn I love them so much everyone. Fantastic ep from start to finish. ❤️
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Side notes-non chenford
Grey’s picture and how happy it makes him I love it so much. It’s so cute I can’t stand it.
He was so distraught when it was destroyed lol They replace it and it’s so sweet hilarious adorable thing for Grey.
Thank you to all my readers you make my entire day when you like, comment and reblog. Tis been a joy for me. See you all in 5x19 :)
#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie#chenford#chenford hiatus#waiting on s6#winter rewatch#S5#5x18 Double Trouble#the rookie 5x18#otp: doing my job#otp: you know me so well. too well.#otp: some things matter more#otp: you did good#otp: you're nothing like him#otp: just doesn't feel like pretend#otp: unless it is#tim x lucy#tim bradford#lucy chen#lucy x tim#eric winter#melissa o'neil#the rookie#tim bradford x lucy chen
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Well, this is inspired by that popular video game called Dead by Daylight, basically it's like you've seen a marathon of all kinds of supernatural and very scary serial killers from American franchise chains, and…
Then you have a nightmare where you are with three other people running for your life trying to activate mechanisms to jump into a hatch and escape the killer, but…
How sadly and comically not a nightmare, a spider-like hook-legged deity brought you to this hell come to life, because she felt bored.
Sorry, I just wandered into the real gist of the game… but that's it, you're in a group of four humans (prey) and you have to come up with a tactic to activate five generators and escape through a hatch or survive as long as possible. .. whichever comes first.
Well…..Imagining that Y/N was just hanging out in a small meadow next to her house with her adoptive family from RoR, it would be a real nightmare for the teenager to now be running from Ghostface or Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni). And suddenly stop her career and remember that in her family there are more dangerous characters and she's like:
-Y / N holding a traffic sign that found some blood from the subject that was chasing her, she gave the killer a good blow-
Y/N: Well, you screwed yourself, idiot!! For me this is like a Saturday morning with Loki!
-And to see the faces of her family (who went to "rescue" her) while she proceeded to hunt the murderers in their territories within that strange dimension, while the other humans in the human camp only looked at the teenager from afar. and then to the recently arrived giant family-
Average Human: What do you feed that woman?
Bonus: *Y/N managed to break most assassins, new minions unlocked
I love this game, but I can’t play scary games, I’m too much of a weenie. But I do love watching other weenies play it! It makes it funnier when other people are getting scared and not me.
-It was just a normal, quiet day for you; enjoying the warm sunshine in a meadow nearby your house, getting away from the massive barbeque your massive adoptive family decided to have, just for a bit.
-You yawned deeply, leaning back on your hands as you stared up at the fluffy clouds drifting by that you could see through the tree tops.
-You heard something behind you and you quickly dodged as a man with a hockey mask tried to stab you in the neck, “What the fuck?!” you were able to roll out of the way and your eyes instantly widened, seeing a portal behind this masked man, opening into another dimension.
-You dodged more of his swipes as he tried to attack you, easily defending yourself before you managed to get a good shot in and punched him hard in the throat, sending this unknown man to the ground.
-Several teenagers ran out of the portal, looking roughed up and looking like they were being chased before you saw several more masked individuals, all varying in shapes and sizes and all holding various weapons.
-One of the girls told you to run as one of the largest ones, who had a pyramid shaped head, charged at you, holding a bloody stop sign.
-You quickly leg-swept him and took the stop sign, swinging it like a baseball bat with a war cry, taking him out before charging at one of the men who was wearing all black with a white ghost like face.
-One of the other villains shouted, “What the hell? Why are you so strong?!”
-You grit your teeth together before sneering at him, “Please, you pussies are nothing compared to the training sessions I have with Lu Bu, Thor, and Loki!”
-Your family, hearing the shouts, saw the group of teenagers as well as the masked villains with you in the middle of them before Adam shouted, “We’re coming Y/N!!”
-Your family could only stare in awe as you easily swung the stop sign around, decapitating one of the villains, Loki was holding his cheek with one hand and the other was taking a photo, “You’re doing great sweetie!”
-One of the teenager boys was gawking before pointing at you, looking up at Hercules, “What the hell do you feed her?!”
-Once they were all dead, Zeus told the teenagers to go back to their own dimension, thank you profusely for, while you were rather confused about why, as you were just defending yourself against these weirdos.
-You waved goodbye to them as the portal closed before you turned, “Is the grilled corn ready yet?” Buddha grinned, ruffling your hair, “They should be done by the time we get back!”
-You cheered, making many in your family laugh, while others ruffled your hair as well, proud to see you handling yourself in a fight, which made you beam.
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I wanna speculate on this cg that iz posted on twitter as a teaser for wilardo’s conclusion. I wish I could find the og tweet because I’m pretty sure they posted other teaser cgs along with it but it’s so old now :(
anyway! I have three ideas for what’s going on with this possible new demon:
1. paralleling wilardo’s scenario, claire gets cursed and possessed by a demon as a result. (I think the demon possessing her is lucy, the horned hater demon who runs the deep sea fantasy space shop with coco, which I’ll get into)
- it looks like this demon possesses claire’s entire body instead of just her mouth like invective did, considering her entire color palette changed instead of just her eye color, and the demon appears to be in control of claire’s hand in this cg.
- I think the skin tone is of note because, while it can be inconsistent and difficult to notice, rouge and zizel are often portrayed with unnatural paper-white skin tones, probably because they’re purebred demons. claire is still pale-skinned here obviously but she’s not literally the color white, so while that doesn’t prove anything I think it’s slightly more likely that a hater demon is possessing claire?
that leads us to why I think it’s lucy!
- in wilardo’s scenario, zizel reads claire a scary story about a depopulating town that sacrifices it’s residents for prosperity. this is a weirdly irrelevant scene until bonus stage when the deep sea shop becomes accessible. the bookshelves in the shop tell you (when playing as sirius/ashe) lucy’s backstory: that she was sacrificed for the prosperity of a depopulating town. as we’ve established, wilardo’s conclusion is probably going to parallel his scenario from the first game. wouldn’t it be fitting for lucy to become relevant in wilardo’s conclusion since her backstory was revealed in his scenario?
- when lucy introduces herself, she says she’s “in charge of cuteness”. similarly to how invective wanted claire’s body because she desired beauty, maybe lucy wants claire’s body so she can be cuter?
- lucy’s general vibes suit the demon seen in the teaser cg pretty well. in the above sprite she has the exact same expression but with her eyes closed and I think her manner of speaking matches up pretty well too
- the cg shows claire with funky eyes. we haven’t seen lucy’s eyes yet so who knows what they look like!
- this is all a huge reach I just want lucy to be important because she’s silly and I like her
2. this cg isn’t of claire at all, it’s of a demon that’s shapeshifted to look like claire for some reason
- something that points to this cg not actually being of claire at all is that it takes place in hell. as far as I can remember claire never visits hell except for when she dies and when zizel transports her and sirius there so they can finally leave the mansion. perhaps this is a new demon introducing themself to the other demons?
- if this is true, I doubt it’s a hater demon as they aren’t very powerful. (charlotte couldn’t even wipe claire’s memories of noel correctly lol) but, since the purebred demons were never human, we can assume that their appearances are simply based off of how they want to look, so I don’t think it’s that far-fetched to say that they can shapeshift.
-if we’re going with the idea that this a shapeshifting purebred, it could be a purebred we haven’t met before, but I feel like it’d be weird if there were purebred demons other than rouge and zizel in the mansion? and I don’t see rouge being behind this so that leaves zizel.
- zizel so far has not been an antagonist and is probably the least malicious of the demons even though she still takes joy in human suffering. however, she does like screwing around with claire in ultimately harmless but freaky ways (ex: russian roulette) so I could potentially see her doing this for… some reason??
- it’s also of note that zizel is wilardo’s associated demon, but this hasn’t really come up at all yet? like, zizel’s consistently a relevant character throughout all the wh games because she’s claire’s pact partner and support, but she doesn’t get any more screentime than usual in wilardo’s scenario unlike the other demons in their respective scenarios. lime, being sirius’s associated demon, gets the most screentime in sirius’s conclusion, so I think it’d be cool if that was true for zizel in wilardo’s conclusion as well.
3. claire looks and acts strange in this cg because she’s under some other kind of curse that doesn’t involve possession
- I don’t have much to say here I just wanted to throw the possibility out there! this would also parallel wilardo’s scenario (and wilardo himself) but it would be a different kind of curse.
that’s it, thank you for reading this far! I was just thinking about what the hell’s going on in this cg while I was redrawing it (that art is scheduled to post tomorrow I think?) but I didn’t realize I would be able to ramble about it for this long
#witch’s heart#witchs heart#wh#talk tag#jo’s meta#< that’s gonna be a tag now#witch’s heart spoilers#witchs heart spoilers
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TITLE: We’re Different But That’s Okay
— CHAPTER FOUR —
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CONTENT WARNING: fluff, a little angst, hint at mature acts, and comedic stupidity because we need a little break before the next chapter bc im going to absolutely destroy your hearts and stomp on your throats!!! :D mwuah! Oh, and there’s smut at the end that includes -> size kink, a slight bit of edging, hickies, a tiny bit of blood that was spilled bc of an accident with his damn shark teeth, overstimulation, unprotected sex, voyeurism? Not really, other things as well, totally unedited because i can't be bothered to reread my writing
AUTHOR'S NOTE: so sorry it took me so long to update, in the form of an apology i decided to do a double upload! i fr don't know the next time I'm gonna update after this cause I've got two other stories to update but hopefully these two upcoming chapters will feed y'all for now!
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SUMMARY: date nights are always so weird. especially when you’re a fifth wheel, poor monoma.
TETSU has been living with Y/N and Kirishima for a total of three months now. Their bond has become especially strong and they consider themselves to be a tight-knit family. Though it took Y/N a little longer to gain Tetsu’s trust, she had gained some substantial progress which was more than enough to make her happy. She never knew how amazing it would feel to have three people in the apartment, they were starting to build their own little pack.
She knew neither of them needed her protection but she couldn’t help but to feel that it was her job to protect them with all of her life. Kirishima was her mate and Tetsu was waddling his way into her heart as a brother figure. She couldn’t ask for any more than that. She truly felt happy, and the three of them all seemed to feel the same.
Tetsu had even managed to get himself a job and lived in the apartment next door to yours which happened to be connected together by a door that could be locked. It was pretty convenient and Tetsu seemed to enjoy the independence, despite still having an owner. You didn’t go back on your promise so he would trust you… for now.
But it seemed more like he enjoyed staying over at your place more than his own but you never said anything about it.
Today was one of those days with him staying over, offering to cook for the three of you. Oddly enough, he seemed to really enjoy cooking and was pretty good at it so he ended up working at a hybrid-friendly restaurant as a line cook.
“Why would anyone come to a hybrid- FRIENDLY restaurant if they’re going to bitch about hybrid waitresses? What kind of fucking nonsense is that? I swear humans have no brain!” Tetsu complained rather angrily, his face screwing up into disgust while he gently filled in a dumpling with filling and then closed it up in a professional-looking manner. How could such an angry man create such delicate foods? It was beyond you but who were you to question him when he was offering his services free of charge.
The three of you were currently stationed in the kitchen, both you and Kirishima were sitting at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, watching Tetsu roam around the kitchen to continue preparing the mini-feast. Considering that both he and Kirishima were on the hungrier side it was no surprise that he would be making so much food and there were rarely ever any leftovers when it came to dining with these two. You always considered the chance they had a second stomach hidden away inside of them. It was unfair with how much food they managed to put away!
“Some of us don’t have brains, I have to agree,” you comment from your seat, mouth-watering as he dropped a bunch of dumplings into the steamer he had prepared, legs swinging around in excitement at the little creations. “Absolutely. Did I tell you guys about the twat of a head chef I’m being forced to work under? He’s a real piece of work, he’s lucky I haven’t bitten his stupid little weasel face off,” he huffed, starting to work on some sushi rolls. “Ah, yeah! What’s his name again? Okamatsu? Or something?” Kiri added, eyes trained on the food that Tetsu had been so diligently preparing.
“Yeah! Him! That asshole is so lucky they hired me! Without me that place woulda turned to shit by now, I swear, as soon as the opportunity presents itself I’m gonna offer myself up as the head chef. I’m way better than that jerk-off.”
“Here,” Tetsu suddenly said, shoving a finished dumpling into both you and Kirishima’s waiting mouths, “Is it seasoned enough? I didn’t do any measuring today so hopefully, it ain’t too salty.” He soon received his answer from the sound of you both humming in satisfaction at the flavor of the dumplings. The dog hybrid was pleased with himself afterward, beaming with pride before he went back to doing what he was doing, this time starting to cut up the sushi to put it nicely onto a plate. After months of getting to know each other, you had started to recognize Tetsu as an older brother figure, both you and Kirishima had to appreciate his nurturing nature no matter how often he would deny it. It was funny to see him acting all fatherly towards the two of you.
You began to think about how nice it was with the three of you. He was truly like a brother that you never anticipated having in your life. You were soon taken out of your thoughts when Tetsu spoke up again but this time he sounded a little more on the shy side, which was uncharacteristic of him, “...Question, uh, so, uhh… there’s this girl… at work. I think I like her, andIwannagoonadatewithherbuti’veneverbeenonadatebefore. Any tips?”
You began to think about how nice it was with the three of you. He was truly like a brother that you never anticipated having in your life. You were soon taken out of your thoughts when Tetsu spoke up again but this time he sounded a little more on the shy side, which was uncharacteristic of him, “...Question, uh, so, uhh… there’s this girl… at work. I think I like her, andIwannagoonadatewithherbuti’veneverbeenonadatebefore. Any tips?”
You began to think about how nice it was with the three of you. He was truly like a brother that you never anticipated having in your life. You were soon taken out of your thoughts when Tetsu spoke up again but this time he sounded a little more on the shy side, which was uncharacteristic of him, “...Question, uh, so, uhh… there’s this girl… at work. I think I like her, andIwannagoonadatewithherbuti’veneverbeenonadatebefore. Any tips?”
Kirishima looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning if you understood a word that he said in which you responded with a quick shake of your head and a shrug of your shoulders. He then smiled nervously before clearing his throat, turning his attention back to Tetsu, “Uh, bro, could you repeat that? Maybe a little slower…? Aha..”
Dramatically, he slammed a hand onto the counter, his back facing the both of you as he blurted out, “I need help asking this girl out! I’ve never been on a goddamn date before and I don’t want to fuck it up! Ugh!”
“Ooooooooh, now I see,” you began, leaning back just a little in your chair while rubbing at your chin like you were coming up with a plan, “Ask her to go and eat or something? I don’t know. Kiri and I just sorta- hung out most times.”
Kirishima chuckled at your words before thinking as well, he then snapped his fingers as a brilliant plan came to mind, “How about a double-date? That way you won’t have to worry about awkward silences or whatever! Y/N and I can help you ease up a little on the tension.”
“A double-date? With you two?” The silver-haired male questioned, glancing over his shoulder to eye the both of you, squinting his eyes as he observed you both. The more he thought about it the more he became convinced. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with either of you and he had been a little worried about coming off too aggressive so a double-date couldn’t be that bad? Right?
After convincing himself, a bright smile crossed his face and he perked up immediately, “Okay, that sounds good. I’ll call her after dinner then!” He then turned back to his food preparation with a little more pep in his step. You noticed immediately and couldn’t help but to tease him, “Oho, I’ve never seen you act some cheery about anything Tetsu, except the time when you first got hired. This girl must be really special. Is she cute? Spill the details!”
The tips of the poor man’s ears turned pink and he grunted at your questions, “Don’t fuckin’ pester me, demon spawn,” he then paused, his face starting to heat up,”’Course she’s cute, but it’s not about her looks. I think she’s admirable and I want to get to know her better. We’ve got some things in common and we happen to take off for lunch at the same time so we chat sometimes… I like talking to her about stuff. She’s funny, smart, and nice. Plus, the way she laughs and her tail wags at my stupid jokes makes me get all giddy inside.” After the spill of his feelings, he suddenly realized just how much unnecessary information he’d given the two of you when both you and Kirishima suddenly started cooing about how cute he was.
You two had dramatically turned to each other and interlocked fingers, eyes nearly welling up with tears as you hung onto every word he said about his crush. “D’aw, our angry baby is growing up!” Kirishima yelled, pretending to sniffle, “That’s so manly, bro!” “I know huh, babe! I feel like a proud parent!”
“Oh my God, we have to document this moment foreve-”
“BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL STUFF YOU INTO WOODEN BOXES AND THROW YOU INTO THE SEA!”
“...Kiri’s a shark though…?”
“AS IF I GIVE A SHIT, I’LL FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU BOTH SUFFER.”
“They grow up so fast…”
Tetsu swiftly turns around, pointing a spoon at the both of you with a dangerous glint in his eyes before he threatens you, “Say one more fuckin’ thing. I dare you.”
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Sometime later, Tetsu finally finished cooking dinner for all of them and the ones who didn’t do a thing were more than happy to set up the table, sneaking little bites here and there before they commenced eating, shoveling food down their throats.
Both you and Kirishima offered the man compliments, pleased with how well everything had turned out which made him more than happy to see you two enjoy his food.
When Tetsu had finished eating he went to retrieve his phone and shuffled over to his apartment to make the oh-so-private phone call. While that was happening, you had stuffed yourself full and were on the verge of needing to take a nap but kept your eyes open, relaxing in your seat while watching Kirishima happily nom away at his food, always astonished how much food he could put away. It was like his mouth was a bottomless pit or something.
“Is there something on my face?” He asked, leaning back a little to pick up a napkin and dab at his cheeks, his eyes widening as he stared back at you. You blinked a few times, only then realizing that you had been staring at him, “Oh! No, not at all. I was just staring at you… You sure do eat well, I’m kinda jealous.” The compliment was a little strange but he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, chuckling at you before rubbing the back of his hand, “Ha, guess sharks just have a big appetite? Takes a lot to get me full.”
“That’s kinda hot,” you mumble before standing up to grab your emptied plate as well as the dishes that had been basically licked clean. “Hot? I can do a lot more with my mouth than that, but you’ve already witnessed that, haven’t you?~”
You whipped your head around to look at him, shocked at his bold word choice before you snickered at him, “Maybe you’ll have to remind me again sometime.”
“Ready when you are, little gem,” he hummed back, shrugging and going back to clearing out the table with his vacuum of a mouth.
Cockblock Tetsu soon reenters the dining room with a disgusted look on his face, “Let me hurry up and tell you two the news before you start fucking on the floor. Kendo said yes, and we’re going to meet up this Saturday at the restaurant. I'm gonna make a reservation for all of us. And-” He paused, exaggeratingly swiping a hand down his face, “Her owner will come as well because he doesn’t seem to trust people.”
“That’s kinda cute but also weird, but I guess I can understand. Are you sure he’s not secretly in love with her or something?” Kiri asked, looking up while spooning some rice into his mouth.
“I don’t think so, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there I guess. We’ll see what happens when the date comes,” Tetsu retorted while ruffling his own hair, “Agh, now I need to find something decent to wear. G’night weirdos.” And with that, the mastiff hybrid went back to his apartment through the door that connected the living rooms.
You looked at Kirishima and then raised an eyebrow before going to place dishes in the dishwasher, “I can’t wait to see what happens on the date. It’s probably gonna be funny as fuck.”
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The date had been set for Saturday, a perfect way to start the weekend, although it was a scheduled dinner for the evening. It’s not like you were complaining though, it would be nice to see who Tetsu seemed to be so interested in.
“Someone looks good enough to eat,” Kirishima cooed as he came into your shared bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as you got dressed and fixed yourself up in the body mirror that was in front of your closet. You finished adjusting your clothes and then turned to observe your big dope of a boyfriend, wolf-whistling at his choice in clothing. He wore some form-fitting jeans that hugged his legs just right and a dark red button-up shirt that seemed to be struggling to keep his torso under wraps, his hair neatly brushed back, just barely hitting his waist. Maybe it was time to go clothes shopping…? Or not.
“Me? What about you? I don’t know if I can make it through dinner without copping a feel or two. Should we have a quickie before we go?~”
“Hm, should we?”
“I really wish I didn’t have heightened HEARING!” Tetsu shouted from somewhere in your apartment, most likely the living room.
Both you and Kirishima looked at each other before sighing, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything too… intense just yet, it would be best to wait.
Standing from the bed, Kirishima inched his way over to you and pressed a hand onto the small of your back before leaning down to press a teasing kiss onto your lips and whispering, “Maybe later, lil’ gem. A dessert after dessert if you’re catchin’ my drift.”
You gave him “the look” and then nodded your head, smiling a little at the thought of him ravishing you after dinner. Yeah, sure, he’d fucked you right to sleep last night but you could never reject his advances, he was just so damn hot, it was unfair to think about sometimes.
You couldn’t help your eyes as they roamed over his body, thinking about just how *big* he is. From his height to his hands, to the sharp teeth that resided in his mouth. Oh the things you loved about him, not to mention his big, fat co-
“Babe, you’re drooling, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Hmm?” The man of your dreams asks, nudging you playfully before shaking his head, clicking his tongue like he was disappointed in your behavior, “Can’t believe you’re already thinking such things, what a pervert.”
And with that, he left the room, making you gawk at his back from where he’d left you.
“Did he just…? I swear, give him a compliment ONE time and his head gets as big as a fucking BUS!” You stomp after him to see that he was now applauding Tetsu who was all dressed up, stunned at how cleaned up he managed to get.
“WOW! I can’t believe you finally shaved that chin strap on your face,” you commented, stepping in front of Tetsu to observe him a bit closer. You rubbed at your chin while observing him, humming at his choice in apparel, “Looks good, looks good.” Tetsu chose to wear some black slacks and a dark gray shirt with a black tie, his coat adding to his dark and slightly brooding looks. Kirishima couldn’t agree more, “You look like one of those drama CEOS. I think they’re called Chaebols or something. If I were a young woman I’d jump right on you.”
The man you two were fawning over grimaced at the compliments and waved his hand around, “Yeah yeah, I guess you two don’t look so bad either, even though I’m sure you already know that with the way you talk to each other. Which reminds me, I need to buy earplugs or rip my eardrums out, haven’t decided which would work better. ”
“Gasp! You’re so mean, Tetsu,” Kirishima yelled after Tetsu, who was already leaving the apartment, snatching your car keys from their place on the kitchen counter before making his exit. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but laugh at Tetsu’s tsundere tendencies, following after the two and locking the door behind you so that the evening could truly begin.
By the time you had arrived at the restaurant, it was a bit on the crowded side but nothing too intense. The customers that were inside were a mix of hybrids and humans which was pleasing, meaning that you were less likely to deal with any bullshit so that was a plus.
“I have a reservation under Tetsutetsu, “ Tetsu said to the hostess who stood at the front behind a podium, the dog hybrid quickly nodded her head and began to lead the party of three to their table which happened to big a big booth that was big enough for their party, thankfully.
You squeezed into the rounded booth seat, Kirishima sitting beside you while Tetsu sat on the other side of the table across from the both of you. After the three of you had gotten situated, Tetsu shifted around a bit nervously in his seat, rubbing away at his hands.
“Dude, just take a breather, everything’s going to go just fine,” your boyfriend reassured his found brother, noticing the way he’d been fidgeting, “We’re just here to have fun, not like you’re gonna propose or somethin’... right? Wait, you’re not gonna ask her to marry you, are you? Jesus man that’s moving too fast-”
“Kiri, are you dumb? OF COURSE I’M NOT GONNA PROPOSE, what the FUCK are you talkin’ about?”
“Oh? Someone’s proposing?” A feminine voice interjects, immediately making Tetsu nearly break his neck to turn and look at the owner of his voice. She peeked curiously at him with a small smile adorning her face. Poor Tetsu was about to die right then and there, he didn’t know what to do or say. Something about her just made him all tongue-tied and he forgot all his social skills in a matter of seconds.
Recognizing immediately what was going on, you decided to speak up, chuckling a little at your friend’s nervousness before you looked at this mystery hyena hybrid, “Ah, we were just joking around. You must be Kendo. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N, and this is my boyfriend, Eijiro Kirishima. We’ve heard so much about you from Tetsutetsu.”
Kendo’s eyes flickered from Tetsu’s flustered face to meet your gaze, her smile only seeming to widen in a friendly manner, “Nice to meet you! And you guessed right, I’m Itsuka Kendo,” She then looked at Tetsu with nothing but fondness, “I hope he’s said only nice things, aha.” The two of them seemed to silently converse in that split second which reminded you so much of the first time you had begun to feel romantic feelings for Kiri which made your heart instantly feel warm.
The sweet moment was soon interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “And I am the great Neito Monoma, though I can’t say that it is a pleasure to meet *any* of you just yet,” a new voice spoke up before a gray-eyed blonde revealed himself, pushing Kendo aside for a moment so he could sit down in the booth next to Tetsu, acting as a divider between the two of you.
As soon as he sat down he stared you down, sizing you up with obvious disdain lingering in his eyes.
You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what you did wrong. Usually, you’d smack the taste out of someone’s mouth if the opportunity came but tonight you would be on your best behavior (a promise you made to Tetsu). But, you were also not feeling the least bit threatened by the man who sat across from you even though you were wondering why he seemed to be so hateful despite just knowing you.
Kendo grabbed the back of the man’s color and proceeded to snatch him from the seat, replacing his position quickly so that she could sit next to Tetsu instead. The blonde scoffed at her but made no effort to move or swat her away, adjusting the hat that sat atop his head.
“So sorry, Monoma isn’t the best when it comes to… well, being a decent person.”
“Ha! I don’t know any of these people, so why should I treat them as friends?”
“Monoma, you promised.”
The blonde only rolled his eyes and picked up one of the menus from the table, beginning to scan his eyes over it for a moment before speaking up again without wasting any more time.
“What are your intentions with Kendo? Do you plan to date her? What makes you any better than any other options she can have?” He began to interrogate Tetsu, glancing at him with squinted eyes.
The question caught Tetsu off-guard and he could only clear his throat before thinking of what he wanted to say, “I.. well, I’d like that, but only if she wanted to, of course.”
“Do you want to or do you not want to? Are you willing to be fully committed to her or are you the type to easily get bored and throw away whatever bores you? Dog hybrids are known for their lack of concentration,” the blonde spat, smirking just a little at his own quick wit which earned a slap to the back of his head from Kendo. “Monoma,” she spoke in a warning tone, eyeing him, daring him to say something else… he does.
“I’m only asking important questions for your safety. It’s better to get these out in the open and answer before it’s too late,” he attempted to reason but then decided to shoot another shot, but this time he aimed it at you and Kirishima.
“I don’t know how I feel about you associating with people who have no idea how the hybrid and human communities interact. Don’t you know how unbalanced in power your relationship is? What kind of person dates someone they *own*? It’s almost like you’re forcing someone into a relationship. It’s disgusting,” he spat, his voice laced with venom as he peered at the both of you. His frustration was apparent but there was something else there lingering dimly in his gaze. Perhaps… sadness?
You open your mouth to speak up and nearly blow his head off with your choice of words but you’re quickly cut off by Kendo who growls at her owner, staring at him as she silently threatens him. That seemed to shut him up. When she realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, the ginger sighs and then shifts around uncomfortably in her seat. You, Kirishima, and Tetsu remain silent, wondering if she was going to say something or maybe even excuse herself to leave. This date was starting off in the best light after all.
“..I’m sorry,” she began, pressing her hands together as she deeply inhaled and then reached over to the top of Monoma’s head, snatching the beanie away from it to reveal shaggy blonde hair and adorable tiny ears that flickered around and revealed themselves. “Hey! Why would you do that?!” Monoma quickly questions, snatching the hat back to cover his ears again, “They could report us! Are you out of your mind?!” She gives Monoma a knowing look and he instantly quiets down, shifting his gaze elsewhere, not even daring to glance in your pack’s direction.
“I trust Tetsu and Tetsu seems to trust you two so I don’t mind telling you guys our story,” Kendo stated, hoping that her alpha would understand what she was doing, “Monoma isn’t actually a human, he’s a hamster hybrid but… he hides his features to seem human in order to keep our pack together. Er, humans haven’t been the greatest to us actually, which is pretty common amongst hybrids but… our last owner was really the shittiest of them all, in our eyes at least. Monoma has always been the protective type, despite not being much older than any of us in the pack. He’s always taken the blast of whatever has come to us and that’s made him have the worst experiences with humans so please know that he can’t help his distrust simply because of his experiences. I hope you don’t think ill of us, I understand if you guys want to end the date now, I’m sorry again.” She then bowed her head, preparing to stand up and leave.
You quickly spoke up, “Please don’t apologize, I… I can’t begin to understand what it must feel like, but I won’t pretend I do. I’m sorry that you had to deal with such horrible people like that, I get that’s why you’re so protective of your pack. I’m the same way, really. I want to protect Kiri and Tetsu with my life. They both mean so much to me that I can understand why you’re so worried about letting other people into your life. You don’t have to like me or anything but I hope that you can learn to tolerate me.” You then bowed your head at Monoma in hopes that he understood where you were coming from. His eyes widened for a moment, stunned by your actions. No human had ever apologized to him like that before.
Though he doesn’t say anything else demeaning, he does scoff at your display of apology, unconsciously pouting and puffing out his cheeks just the slightest before turning his nose up at you. You immediately caught onto his flustered state, almost cooing at how cute the narcissistic hamster hybrid is. Key word, almost.
Kirishima smiled nervously at the display between the two of you. Two pack heads, one seemed to be threatening the other while the one being threatened was as nonchalant as ever. Oh, how fun this was going to be.
It was quiet for the time being but that silence was soon interrupted by the sound of grumbling, causing Tetsu to groan in frustration, flustered and angered at his own body’s failure to keep itself contained. Kendo laughed at Tetsu’s angry stomach, playfully nudging his side with a smile.
“Guess we should order some food before Iron man turns into a grump. You guys should see him when he doesn’t get to go on lunch break on time, he nearly threw a fit with our boss,” Kendo teased, giggling at the memory.
“Jeez, bro, I always knew you were a hothead when it came to food but don’t tell me you nearly ripped your boss’s head off? Tsk tsk,” Kiri piped up, picking up his own menu to skim over it in interest which earned a hiss from Tetsu, “Be quiet, you’re the same damn way.”
“Oh! Haha, you’re right. Guess that’s why we’re long-lost brothers!”
“Order whatever you guys want, my treat,” you had added, chuckling at the light banter, glad to see that the awkwardness was starting to simmer down.
This time around the hamster hybrid decided to pipe up, an evil glint in his eyes as well as a smirk on his face, “Anything we like? Are you sure about that?” He then eyed you suspiciously, wondering if you were going to back down on your words.
Offering him a grin you nodded your head and responded, “Yeah, go wild. I can splurge a little bit.”
And with that, just out of spite, Monoma decided that he wanted to break your pockets just because he wanted to, an evil grin spreading across his face while you remained unbothered and pleased. You could barely contain yourself when the table was suddenly filled with plates of food, mostly the expensive items, it was too much for just one person to consume but you certainly wanted to see him try.
…
“Neito. Stop eating for fuckssake, you’re going to explode! You’re a hamster, not a chipmunk!” The hyena yelped, pushing away the plates of food that was in front of him, he had barely finished two of the fifteen meals he’d ordered but that knowing smile on his face only made him want to eat more just to wipe that shitty grin off.
“N-no! I can still eat more,” the man huffed, tugging a plate of unfinished pasta in front of him again as he began to fork some more into his mouth, his struggle was obvious and you couldn't hide your amusement.
Kendo could feel her anger bubbling up but she sighed, relaxing before shoving the plates away again and huffing at him, “Let’s save this for Awase and Sen, I’m sure they’d appreciate that.” At the mention of their other pack members, it seemed that Momona’s hidden nurturing side revealed itself when he stopped eating and sat up, silently agreeing with her suggestion. It was obvious to you and anyone else that had been watching that he cared deeply about his pack, which you couldn’t help but admire and respect, despite his strange personality.
“Should we get dessert?” You offered, fighting the grin that threatened to form on your face. Instead, you remained innocent, looking around the table in curiosity, your gaze lingering on Monoma for just a few seconds longer before you raised your hand, waving over the server to ask if they could all have the dessert menu.
Kirishima, Tetsu, and Kendo all seemed to sweatdrop at the tension between Monoma and you, it was obvious who was winning this round but no one made an effort to elaborate or even bring it up, instead, they opted to watch it all play out.
And as expected, Monoma bit off a little more than he could chew, both literally and figuratively, which led him into a tiny food coma that made him pass out after having one too many bites. Tetsu was tasked with carrying the hamster hybrid to Kendo’s car while Kirishima carried the many take-out boxes, leaving you and Kendo to your own devices as you both followed behind them.
“Thanks. Tonight was pretty fun, and- honestly, I think Monoma sees you as his rival now which can be a good thing,” Kendo spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest before laughing sheepishly. “He never takes interest in others unless he thinks they’re a threat or have potential as his comrades. We should hang out again, in a more casual setting I mean.”
“Sure!” You exclaimed, more than happy to have a new lady friend, “We should exchange numbers then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other anyways considering how much Tetsu seems to like you, and you seem to like him just as much if I’m not mistaken.” Even though you had just met her, you couldn’t deny that she seemed to be friendship material and thought a little teasing wasn’t too inappropriate. The ginger’s face turned a bright red and she laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck, “He does? I’m so happy to hear that. I… I really like him too actually.”
“You two are so cute, I ship it,” you tease her more, gently nudging her before she laughs again and shakes her head, mumbling about how only dorks would say such things. You both exchange a few more words and then she bids you goodbye before going to properly say goodnight to Tetsu, leaving Monoma nearly hanging out of the backseat as the two lovebirds flirt and blush at each other, obviously head over heels in love with one another.
Kirishima came to stand by your side, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his side as the both of you sneakily watched the potential couple. “This brings me back, remember when we first started dating?” He asked, sighing a little at the fond memories, “We were both so dumb and young, I can even remember the first time we confessed to each other like it was yesterday.”
You laughed at the thought, unable to contain your fit of giggles before you spoke, “I still can’t believe you thought you were going to die after that baseball hit you in your head!” You then started to playfully mock him, deepening your voice just a little,” Oh Y/N! I have to tell you this before I end up dying! A true man mustn’t live without regrets! I’m in love with you and I have been since we were little kids! In another life, maybe we can go out! Goodbye cruel world!” You then leaned more into his side, draping a hand over your forehead as you pretended to faint. “I did NOT do all that! Why’d you make me sound like some kinda Shakespearean guy? Do I… Do I sound like that?” It seemed that your little recount of the beginning of your romantic relationship was going to have poor Kirishima going through an identity crisis… which only made the situation more hilarious. Honestly, you were definitely exaggerating a little but what was the fun in telling the truth anyway? You did, however, have his true words held closely to your heart and whenever you thought about him asking you out like he was on his deathbed you couldn’t help but bashfully grin and mumble about how much of a himbo he was sometimes.
As you and Kiri were walking down memory lane, Tetsu eventually came back towards the two of you with a flushed face and a small smile on his face, his tail wagging aggressively behind him, the fluff of the appendage waving around in the wind like a flag. It was obvious that he was pleased with the way that tonight had gone and you were happy that he was happy.
“Looks like someone had a goodnight,” you cooed, reaching up to pat the top of his head in an affectionate manner. Usually, he would slap your hand away but tonight, he was in an especially good mood and didn’t bother to wave you off, only nodding in response before the three of you had made your way to your car to start the drive back home.
…
Arriving at your respective doors, you all bid each other goodnight and went to your separate units, leaving you and Kirishima alone once again. A blessing indeed.
“Shall we have dessert now then?” Kirishima asked as he watched you take off your shoes and put them away into your closet after entering your bedroom. You briefly glanced over your shoulder at him and then gave him a sly smile that spoke volumes. And with that, he appeared in front of you and closed the distance between you both, placing his hands on your hips before he attacked your lips in a passionate kiss.
It didn’t matter how many times the two of you did things together, it was intoxicating and exciting each and every time, leaving the both of you breathless and satisfied in no time which was more than enough to make you want more and more despite receiving your fill.
[nsfw! content warnings: this is the end of the chapter in case you want to skip over the smut, it doesn’t continue into the next chapter so you have a choice to read this or not!]
The kissing soon turned into something less passionate and more sloppy, messy may have been a better word for the open-mouth kisses that you attacked each other with.
“Fuck, you look so good tonight, nearly took you on the table in front of the entire restaurant,” Kirishima mumbled while pulling his lips away from yours to tug off his shirt before he began to assist in removing your clothes as well. You chuckled at his reply and let him assist in undressing you as you reached down to start undoing his pants, “Hm, why didn’t you? I’m sure no one would have minded a dinner and a movie.”
He chuckled at your joke and then kicked off his pants before easily scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed, grinning down at you before he climbed on top of you, burying his face between your shoulder and neck. “Bet you would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” He whispered, his tongue darting out of his mouth to swipe at the side of your neck before he grazed his sharpened teeth over your skin, daring to sink them into you and break the skin. You grabbed the back of his neck, lightly squeezing it before running your fingers through his hair, pressing him into your neck further as you silently urged him to go onward.
Taking the hint, he bit down lightly onto your neck to test the waters, leaving a light mark that only darkened with some sucking that left you writhing around beneath him. He began to leave identical marks, varying in size and darkness all over your neck and shoulders as well as your chest just to tease you, giving you an appetizer before the main course.
You were starting to become a little impatient at this point which was made obvious when you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and huffed, making him grunt in response, biting down a bit harsher on your neck than he intended to. It was enough to make you bleed and it stung a little but it wasn’t anything to write home about, even if you gasped for air afterward, feeling a new wave of arousal.
“Just hurry up and fuck me already, Ei,” you groaned, leaning your head back into the mattress, awaiting that moment you desired the most.
The man that was straddling you leaned back and a dazzling smirk spread across his face before he purred in a teasing yet tender manner, “So impatient, shouldn’t you ask nicely?~”
Squinting at his face, you took matters into your own hands- literally by grabbing his cock through the open pocket in the front of his briefs and giving it a squeeze which earned you a well-deserved grunt of surprise.
You smirked at the response you’d gotten, starting to move your hand rather quickly in an up and down motion, grinning as you watched his face screw up in different ways.
You seemed to enjoy having your way with him, getting him back for his little display of teasing. Kirishima would let you have your way a little longer before he would grab a hold of the situation again, and so he did.
His own impatience began to creep upon him as he lifted your fingers from his shaft and hummed, “There there, you had your fun. My turn.”
You yelped when he suddenly grabbed at your hips and pulled you down to the edge of the bed which nearly made you fall off the bed but he kept you in place, pulling you flush to his lower body as he pushed his cock between your pussy lips, daring to enter you without prep, however, he stopped himself and instead began to rub his angry tip against your clit, pressing onto the little button with a harsh amount of pressure that made you shiver and arch your back off the bed.
He rubbed his cock rapidly between your lips, smearing his length in your wetness which made a squelching noise that was a little embarrassing. You couldn’t keep the moans that escaped your lips, shifting your hips around in a frenzy as you were starting to feel an all too familiar burning sensation in your lower stomach, “E-ei, please!”
You didn’t want to cum just yet, especially when he hadn’t even filled you yet, it wasn’t fair so you were going to at least *attempt* to hold back, much to his dismay.
“C’mon baby, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me, my pretty gem. I’m just tryna get you prepped to take me in, I can’t have you gettin’ split open so soon. You’ve got work tomorrow, right?”
Along with his question, he stopped using his cock to stimulate you and instead used the rough pads of his fingers to rub a circle on your clit that set your body ablaze, your chest heaving as your nipples perked up from the sudden feeling, failing to answer him.
His face fell into seriousness when you did not answer him, earning a harsh flick to your flit that made your hips jerk up and hump into nothing but the heated air lingering above your body, “Answer me.”
“Y-yes!” You yelped without thinking any more about it, holding back was becoming nearly impossible at this point as you felt an earth shattering orgasm come over you, eyes rolling back as you began to shudder violently with him still abusing your poor clit.
That toothy grin on his face that you loved so much crept up onto his face as he moved his hand from between your legs, flicking your juices from his thumb with a pleased sigh, “Good girl. Time for your reward, hm?”
His eyes that were glazed over with lust glanced down at your body, watching as you tried to catch your breath before he continued to have his way with you and bend and mold you into what he craved and desired.
As he looked down at you with a predatory gaze, did you truly understand the differences between the two of you? Of course, you always knew how much *bigger* he was, but you never truly studied him until moments like this. He could literally rip you in half with a flick of his wrist which was somewhat arousing to think about. Your eyes lingered downwards, taking in his muscular frame and the happy trail that leads down to a neatly trimmed bush that surrounded his thick cock that you would occasionally gag on when you were in the mood.
While taking in his appearance for a little while longer, you realized all too late that he had grabbed a hold of your wrists with one of his big hands, using the other to align himself with your entrance. He then bullied his way into your poor cunt, watching as you stretched beautifully around his shaft, squeezing him in a way that nearly made him explode right then and there.
“Fuck, you take me so well, princess,” he groaned, taking a hold of your wrists, one in each hand, thick digits wrapped around them like handcuffs, “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl f’me and cum on my cock too, lil’ gem.~” As expected, you were given no time to respond, shrieking in pleasure when he used his grip on your wrists to slam you down onto his awaiting cock, grinning down at you as he used your wrists to hold you in place while he rutted into you, snapping his hips with no clear rhythm. Each hit deep within you, resonating throughout your body in ways that you had thought would become familiar after so many times of doing it but he never failed to make you feel amazing each and every time, rearranging your guts like a mixing master.
Seemed like you were going to have to call off work with the way he was impaling you with little to no remorse, only interested in watching as your body reacted to each movement of his hips, the sound of colliding skin filling the room and your ears. As he repeatedly slammed into you, bottoming out only to snatch himself back out and slam back into you, you couldn’t contain the noises that came from your mouth and the way you kept muttering his name, begging him to slow down or go faster, you couldn’t seem to make up your mind with how stupid he was fucking you.
Little did you know, your bedroom escapades were falling up another set of ears who had decided it was time for him to buy those earplugs he mentioned or just blast some music into his ears. Man, he was tired of hearing you two go at it like rabbits, poor Tetsu.
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Vampy, niall and Mitch trying to get drunk bb to drink water is world war 3 even Xander would be trying to help
Harry and Mitch would be the ones holding her down because they’re the strongest, but every time they manage to pin her to the couch, her thrashing and kicking causes them to have to lift her or they’ll all fall off the sofa. The last thing they need is for her to escape; chasing and catching her the first time had been harder than any of them expected. So instead of tying her down, they settle for carrying her midair, with Mitch clutching both of her legs together while Harry holds her upper half, keeping her arms pressed to her torso so she doesn’t claw at them.
They’d initially tried to compel her, but she’d screwed her eyes shut and refused to open them, even when they tried to pry her eyelids open. That idea had been dismissed almost as quickly as it had come up. After much trial and error— including trying to talk some sense into her, as well as negotiations on how much water she had to drink in order to be allowed any more alcohol— warfare had wound up as the only hopeful route. If she doesn’t get a liquid other than liquor in her system, she’s headed straight for alcohol poisoning, and that’s the last thing any of them want to deal with right now.
Y/N is screaming and writhing around, trying to wriggle herself free as the two vampires struggle to maintain their grip on her body. Both Harry and Mitch are also screaming, but instead of yelling bloody murder the way she is, they’re calling in for back up. Niall is in charge of getting her to drink the bottled water, but it’s proving to be the most difficult task of all; she keeps whipping her head from side to side violently, which prevents him from getting a decent grip on her face, let alone getting the spout of the container anywhere near her mouth.
Harry is arguably the most irate in the group at the moment, considering he’s the one that has to keep her properly lifted or else they’ll all collapse to the ground. His voice pipes up sharp and quick, filed to an angry, impatient edge. “Niall, will you hurry the fuck up!”
Niall himself is frantic and annoyed, sounding like he’s at the brink of tears. “I’m fucking trying, but she keeps moving too much! Maybe if you twats managed to actually hold her still—”
“We’re doing the best we can!” Mitch exclaims in exasperation, dodging Y/N’s kicking feet as he tightens his grasp around her snapping knees. “Just do it already!”
“As if I haven’t been trying for the last ten minutes!” Niall explodes pettily, staring daggers at his friend as his tone takes on a sarcastic slant. “I’m just standing here getting body-slammed for fun. This is totally my idea of a perfect Saturday night.”
After some more maneuvering, arguing, and muttered curses in Gaelic, Niall finally gets a somewhat decent grip on Y/N’s chin, evident in how he shouts a triumphant laugh. “I got her! Just keep her there for a few more seconds while I— Ow! What the fuck?!”
“What happened?” Harry inquires with obvious irritation, peeking over the top of his girlfriend’s head to get a view of the situation. He watches in utter confusion as Niall jerks away from Y/N, flapping one of his hands vigorously in the air as if he’d been burned with iron. “Why’d you stop?!”
“She fucking bit me!”
Meanwhile, as all the commotion is unfolding in the middle of Harry’s condo, Adam and Xander are standing off to side, watching in amazed horror at the shitshow happening a few feet away. It’s not every day a human can give three vampires a run for their daylight talismans.
“Should we help?” Adam murmurs, his accent heavy with stunned disbelief as he watches Niall and Harry bicker heatedly, all while the Irishman suckles at his bleeding finger with a scowl plastered across his thick brows. “I feel like we should help.”
Xander jerks his head towards him, staring at Adam as if he’s just sprouted a second head. “Are you insane? Or are you just that excited to become her next chew toy?”
“I just feel like this would all be over sooner if we lent a hand.” Adam lectures wisely, using his usual moral streak of parental advice. “That’s all.”
Xander groans in childish protest. “Why do you always have to guilt me into things? It’s toxic.”
Adam gives him a pointed look. “Suggesting that you help your friends is toxic?”
“It is when I don’t want to.”
“Such sound logic.” The older vampire snorts, shaking his head in a chastising manner. “Real mature.”
“I never claimed to be.” Xander counters swiftly, tilting his chin up in a cocky gesture.
“But you should be. You’re almost sixty, you need to start acting like it.”
“Fuck off. I don’t need any of your ethical obligation bullshit right now.”
“Don’t you?”
“Harry was the one who let her get like this!” He reasons adamantly. “His partner, his problem.”
Adam blinks down at Xander knowingly for a moment, and then shrugs casually, his voice mirroring the action’s nonchalantness. “Alright.”
The younger vampire’s chiseled features pinch sourly. “Don’t patronize me.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
Adam shrugs again, sighing lightly to feign disinterest. “If you say so.”
Xander narrows his eyes at the other immortal, begrudgingly weighing his decision in the back of his thick skull. After a few beats of forced silence— with plenty of scuttling and screaming in the background— he finally grunts in irked defeat, his shoulders slumping slightly in reluctant surrender. “Fine.”
Adam doesn’t say a word— he doesn’t even spare him a glance. He simply continues looking forward towards where the rest of their crew is fighting for their lives, and the only recognition and praise Xander receives for his heroism is a crooked smile and small, encouraging nod.
The curly-haired boy begins to strip off the navy blue and white bomber jacket he’s wearing, tossing it onto the railing of the stairway in preparation for battle. He grumbles to himself spitefully as he tugs the sleeves of his olive green shirt up to his elbows, complaining about how he’s rarely had any peace since Y/N joined the group, and how it shouldn’t be his responsibility to help babysit the girl whenever her antics decide to flare up. Adam allows him to rant freely, mostly because it’s amusing to watch him vent while getting ready to offer his services to the person he supposedly despises.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Xander seethes, gluing Adam in place with one last dry glower.
“I’m not making you do anything.” Adam replies sagely, glimpsing at him from the corner of his eye. “I’m merely pointing you in the right direction.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Xander scoffs, twisting off the rings littering his fingers, tucking them into the pockets of his fitted slacks to avoid any painful mishaps. “But let me just make one thing clear.”
Adam turns to look at him fully, eyebrows raised in question.
“If she bites me,” Xander’s eyes suddenly ink blood red, paired with the unmistakeable glint of his fangs flashing below the edge of his upper lip, “I won’t hesitate to bite back.”
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Tell it to my heart
Here's to the one with the scorching stare of love, blood, and vengeance. Eyes killer cold, blue and bare.
pairing: Gojo Satoru x f! reader AU - Mafia
warnings: angst, implied abuse, injuries, blood, alcohol, death, suicide, drug usage, addict, recovery, smut, gore, violence, trauma, guns, abuse, sex, overstimulation, rape threats, murder
Author’s note: This fanfiction is going to be a slow build story with an irregular upload scheme. I am not sure when I will be able to update. I might upload multiple chapters in a single week or not upload for a few weeks. It depends on what my daily schedule is and it is very dynamic. This story is for a mature audience and will have a lot of problematic themes. If this is triggering to you, please refrain from interacting with this story. The content warning is for the entire story and not just for this chapter. Again, I cannot emphasize enough, this is a slow burn story. In this story, you will find some changes in mannerisms among characters. Gojo Satoru will be smoking and drinking. Yuji and Sukuna will be 2 different people but are related by blood. The main reason is, I do not see Yuji being part of a Mafia unless he had no other choice. The cursed spirits will be human in appearance.
Chapter 10 – Envy
Back in your room, you look at all the shopping bags you had carried with you. Gojo had one job. One job. To get you a pair of clothes to go back home. Instead, it seemed like he went on a shopping spree. His reasoning – You’ll need these for the trip.
You open a suitcase and begin packing. You were asked to pack for a week. You put in your clothes and then peep into the shopping bags that Gojo gave. Dresses, Bikini, Lingerie, make up… Everything you could think of was there including flip-flops and sunscreen. You looked at the bikini and lingerie he shopped for you and blushed. Some of these lingerie’s left very little to the imagination. You discretely pack them up and close your suitcase. For your flight, you took a small laptop bag which fit your laptop, tablet, some files, your passport, and 2 books. You dressed in a pair of leggings and a hoodie. As usual, you tied your hair into a ponytail and wore running shoes. While dressing up, you notice several marks on your body. You curse at the platinum-haired menace for screwing you over like this.
“Yo, are you done packing???” You hear Sukuna outside your door.
“Yes!! I am coming.” You pick up your suitcase and walk out of your room.
“So… I am bringing the boys with me…” Sukuna rubs the back of his head. “Since it isn’t mob business and all.”
“The boys?” You raise your eyebrow.
“Yeah, the Fushiguro brat and my brother. Thought they could use a vacation.”
“If it isn’t mob-related, why are you coming?” You cross your arm.
“Because I am Gojo’s head of security. Duh.” Sukuna rolls his eyes.
“As long as they aren’t in any danger, that’s fine by me.” You close the door behind you.
“Let me carry this.” Sukuna picks up your suitcase and walks ahead.
“I can do that myself, you know.” You try to match his pace.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. We’re going to go in 3 cars. 1st car would be Me and the brats with a driver. The car in the middle would be Gojo and you with one of my men and the car behind would be 3 of my men.” He explains as the two of you get down the staircase. “We’ll be meeting Utahime and her men at the airbase.”
“Utahime is joining as well?” Your ears perk up at her name.
“Yes, she’s mostly in charge of business operations and new ventures.” He pushes the main door open and you see 3 cars waiting in the front yard.
You head to the car in the middle to see Gojo already in the backseat, working on his laptop. You enter the car and sit on the other side of him.
“All set?” He asks without looking at you.
“Yeah.” You nod.
“Good. I know we’re there for business but try to have fun when you can, yeah?” He looks away from his screen for a split second to smile at you.
“Okay, boss!” You salute and giggle at him as the car begins to move forward.
The ride to the airbase was quiet. You were busy sorting and setting up Gojo’s schedule for the week in Melbourne. Most of his evenings were free. You assumed that Utahime’s schedule would be similar to his in some manner.
The car pulls over a little away from the charter plane. You get off the car and Gojo follows.
“Oi (y/n)! This is perfect! We can now move your practice to the ocean.” Yuji raises his thumb at you.
“Um. No thanks..” You refuse. You weren’t going to swim on the beach for two reasons. One, you were not confident with your skills, and two, because of all the hickeys Gojo left on your breasts and thighs.
“Yeah, brat! Let her relax, she can probably sunbathe or something while you goof off on the beach.” Sukuna smacks Yuji’s head.
Soaking up some sun did sound good to you but it was out of the question.
“Looks like they’re here,” Megumi mumbles as you see two cars approach the plane.
The cars stop a few meters away from the plane. Utahime gets out of the car and 3 men follow suit. You groan internally as you see Shin was one of the men with Utahime. You see him grin at you and you smile back at him to be polite.
Sukuna nudges you with his elbow and smirks at you and you roll your eyes at him.
“You’re late, Utahime. Come on, don’t keep me waiting like this.” Gojo teases her.
“Shut up, you annoying idiot.” She shakes her head and hugs you. “I am glad that you’re joining. I won’t have to deal with him all by myself.”
“Meanie.” Gojo sticks his tongue out at her.
“Hello (y/n)!” Shin smiles at you, showing off his dimples.
“Hello, Shin!” You greet him back.
Gojo ushers all of you to enter the plane and take a seat. You enter the plane to see Gojo sitting with Utahime. They had to discuss some plans and wanted to make the most of their time. Sukuna sat with one of his men and towards your left, Yuji and Megumi sat together. They had their phones out and were playing some multiplayer game.
You take a seat by them on the opposite side of the aisle. You sat by the window and plugged in your headphones. The pilot makes a few announcements about the weather and the arrival time. You put on your seatbelt and start playing some music. The plane takes off the runway and is soaring among clear blue skies. You unbuckle your seatbelt as the sign goes off and pull out a book to read. You didn’t know how long it had been since you had been flying. You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you pull out your headphones and look at the person who interrupted you.
“Oh, Shin! Is everything okay?” You close your book after placing a bookmark.
“Mind if I sit here for a while? I had something to talk to you about.” He looked at the empty seat beside you.
“Um.. Yeah… Sure..” You reply.
He takes a seat beside you and sighs. “About last night… I am sorry, (y/n). I was drunk. You looked uncomfortable around Yabe and me. I am sorry you felt that way. I didn’t mean to pressurize you, I just wanted to help you unwind. I felt like you could use it.”
“Uhh…” You weren’t sure how to respond to his apology.
“I know better now. Can we… Can we just pretend that it didn’t happen? I would like to start over. We were having such a great time getting to know each other.” He looked at you with hopeful eyes. It was like watching a puppy.
“Yeah, I guess.” You sigh. “I mean, yeah I think I can look past it.”
“Great! I am really happy to hear you say that. I really like you and would like to see where this goes.” He reaches for your hand.
You pull your hand away from him. “Shin, I am not… I am not looking for anything. I think you’re a nice guy and I would appreciate it if we could be just friends.”
“Oh… Oh… Yeah… That works for me. I am sorry for coming off as too forward.” He rubs the back of his head. “We can be friends.”
“That’s fine. I am just making things clear.” You smile.
“If you don’t mind me asking, is it something that I did? I mean we were hitting it off so well.” He asks.
“Oh no no.. It is just me. I am not ready for anything serious in my life right now.” You reassure him.
“Why is that?” He tilts his head.
“I mean… Uh…” You try to phrase it in a way that did not give it away. After all, you agreed to Gojo’s condition. “It’s just that I have a lot on my plate right now. I am not in the headspace for it.”
“Understandable… Unfortunate, but understandable.” He sighs.
“I am sorry.” You mumble.
“Don’t be. You are honest. I respect that.” He smiles. “So you were telling me about your college degree, tell me more about it.” He digressed.
The two of you talk about your lives for a while and he leaves to use the washroom. You stretch in your seat. You were tired, and you leaned your head against the window and close your eyes for a bit.
The plane hitting the tarmac woke you up. You found yourself nuzzled against Shin’s shoulder. You quickly move away and look around. You were disoriented as the plane moved along the runway. You looked down to see that your seatbelt was fastened.
“You were asleep and we were about to land, so I .. I hope you don’t mind.” Shin explains.
“Thanks, you should have woken me up.” You try to set your hair.
He doesn’t respond back. The plane slowly comes to a halt. You are seated for a few more minutes before you get the signal to leave. It was already dark outside.
Shin leaves first and then you follow him. You see multiple cars waiting for all of you on the runway.
“We’re going to use the same formation that we used before.” Sukuna orders all the staff. “unless, (y/n), wants to change her seat.” He winks at you.
“I am fine.” You glare at him. He was being a child. You glance at Gojo who was busy texting on his phone. He looked expressionless.
You enter the car and Gojo sits on the other side.
“Slept well?” Gojo smirks. “That shoulder did look pretty comfortable, didn’t it (y/n)?”
“Shutup…” You roll your eyes.
“I mean, I am sure he enjoyed it. You didn’t forget our terms, did you?” He places his hand on your thigh.
“I know what they are. I told him that he and I are just friends.” You quickly explain.
“I don’t think he got that message.” He chuckles. “If he bothers you too much, let me know.”
“Yeah, I will.” You sigh.
“What’s my schedule like for tomorrow?” He puts his phone back into his pocket as his hand on your thigh squeezes you.
“Um. Nothing except a phone call with Naoya Zennin at 10.00 am.” You look at his calendar on the iPad.
“Perfect. The weather is going to be great tomorrow. We can all relax at the beach.” He grins. “Can’t wait to see you in those clothes that I got.”
“Uh.. yeah… You guys can carry on. I am not coming.” You lock the iPad.
“Why not? You don’t have to swim. You can sit far away from the beach and look pretty for me.” He winks.
“Because you marked me with hickeys all over.!!” You rub your eyebrow.
“You bruise that easily?” His eyes widen. “You should have told me that before. You really are a peach.”
“How was I supposed to know all of this would happen?” You roll your eyes. “Listen, you guys carry on. I’ll just binge on something in the hotel room. There’s no point in not enjoying good weather.”
“If you say so.” He shrugs and gets back to texting
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The next few days pass by with Gojo and you sneaking off into each other’s hotel rooms at night. Your lust for each other was insatiable. You almost had a close call with Yuji and Megumi trying to barge into Gojo’s suite. You hid under the bed when he entertained the young boys. You were not amused but Gojo found the whole ordeal funny. But what Gojo didn’t find amusing was Sukuna and Utahime’s attempts to get you to be alone with Shin. It was pretty obvious what the two of them were scheming for. It was painfully awkward for you as well as you did not want to lead Shin on. He was fun to be around and it was easy to talk to him. If circumstances were different, you would have probably been attracted to him but that was not the case. You found your thoughts clouded by Gojo and you knew you’d been getting too deep in your feelings that probably would not be reciprocated.
On the final day of your stay, the business associates organized a party at a resort near the beach. Everyone was present, including Yuji and Megumi. Shin kept offering to get you drinks throughout the party and you politely refused. It reminded you of Shoko’s birthday when he would do the same.
“Come on, (y/n). Share one drink with me.” He grinned, flexing his dimples.
“Yeah, I really don’t feel like drinking tonight.” You rubbed your arm as the warm sea breeze swept over you. Yuji looked at you with concern and you smile to reassure him.
“One drink, it won’t change a thing. We all know that your tolerance for alcohol is pretty good. Come on, it is our last night here. Who knows when we’ll see each other again?” He pleads
“Shin, really. I don’t feel like drinking.” You stood your ground. You thank your phone as it vibrated. You’d gotten a message from an unknown number.
You unlock your phone and open the message. ‘Coming to get you.’
You scrolled below to see a photo. Your fingers began to tremble as you see the familiar sinister eyes from 20 years ago. His face was rugged and scarred but the eyes still held the same malice.
“(Y/n)? Is everything okay? You look really pale.” Shin takes a step towards you.
You take a step back. “I just need some air.” You rush out of the party to the beach. Your pace caused the sand under your feet to spread everywhere. Your breaths were quick and labored. He was supposed to be in prison. Did he get out? If he did, how did he find you? How did he know how to contact you? What was going on?
“You really are a pain” You hear Shin’s voice behind.
“Shin, I am really not in the mood right now. I’d like to be left alone, please.” You glare at him.
“Oh (y/n)… You really think I am some hopeless idiot pining on you, don’t you?” He chuckles humorlessly. “God. Pretending to be into you was tiring.”
“W-what the fuck?” You flinch.
“You heard me.” He walks around you. “This charade can finally end now that you and I are finally alone. Master Geto will be really pleased indeed.”
“You’re a member of the SnK.” You whisper. “You’re the mole.”
“Ding ding ding. 10 points for Gryffindor.” He laughs.
“Are you going to kill me, now?” You take a step back.
“Master Geto wants you preferably… alive. So let's make this easy on both of us. Be a good girl and come with me willingly.” He shoves both his hands into his pockets.
“And if I don’t agree?”
“Then I will have to take you by force, (y/n). But given the situation you are in right now, I would say that wouldn’t be wise.” He runs his tongue over his lower lip.
You take in a deep breath and walk towards him. “Fine.” He chuckles. “Well, that was easy.”
You stand right in front of him and he steps closer to you, inches away from you. He traces his finger against your jawline and you grimace at his touch. “Switching loyalties like this, (y/n) you really are scum.” He grabs your jaw and pulls your face closer to his.
You raise your leg and kick him in the groin. He lets go of you and gasps for air.
You turn around quickly and bolt towards the party. You had walked quite some distance away from the resort.
“YOU BITCH!!” You hear him yell behind you. You don’t turn around and keep moving forward. You had to make it inside and this would be over.
You fall down as you feel a huge weight slam into you from the back, knocking the air out of your lungs. Your mouth is filled with sand and you cough it out as you struggle against the weight pinning you down.
“You had to make this difficult, didn’t you?” Shin growls as he tries to pin you down. You feel something sharp sting your arm. He flips you around to make you face him. You claw against his face, marking him with your nails. He grunts trying to pry your hands away. You look at the syringe lodged in your arm.
“What did you do to me???” You struggle against him.
“Nothing that you’re unfamiliar with. Heh. Gave you some morphine to calm down. You can feel its effects slowly creeping on you, right? Did you miss it? The sense of calm wrapping you and your worries slowly fading away.” He pins your arms above your head. “In a few minutes, it should take effect and you’d be powerless.”
“You bastard!” You whispered. You felt light-headed and tired. You knew he was right, you probably had only around another 3-4 minutes before you could feel the full effects of the morphine. You knew you were fucked.
“Now, where were we, (y/n).?” He caresses your face. “Ah yes, I need to get back at you for the stunt you just pulled. Where do I start? Master Geto wanted you alive but he didn’t say you had to be unharmed… Do I ruin this pretty face of yours? Or do I break a finger? Or maybe dislocate a knee so that you don’t run anymore? Oh yes, that seems like a better idea – AHH.”
You no longer feel the weight of Shin on you. You slowly try to sit up, your head spinning, your eyes slowly nodding off. You try to push the sensations away from you, to stay present in the moment. You see two men over Shin. A pink-haired boy along with a messy dark-haired boy. “Yuujii – Guumi..” You mumble.
“Megumi, look after (y/n)! Something is wrong with her. What did you do to her, you bastard?” You hear smacking sounds and groans.
“(Y/n)… (y/n)… Stay focused. Eyes on me.” Megumi held you upright as you could barely stay seated without support.
“So tiired, need to rest… good boy guumi.” You try to pat his head and fail miserably.
“Yuji. You need to stop. He’s unconscious!” You hear Megumi yell at Yuji while still holding onto you.
“He tried to hurt (y/n)? Am I just supposed to let him go?”
“He’s not going anywhere. Call Gojo or Sukuna. We need help. To carry him and to see what’s wrong with (y/n)!” Megumi orders.
“M okayyy… “ Your speech is slurred at this point and your eyes were closing.
“I think it has something to do with this.” Megumi pulls the syringe out of your arm. You barely felt anything at this point. You sigh as you relax in Megumi’s arms. A peaceful, calm wave washed over you and you wanted to relish it. Familiar sinister eyes bore into your mind but were immediately pushed aside as you were euphoric.
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The basement smelled damp as if it hadn't been used for months. The lights were dim and a bloodied man was seated in the middle of the room with his arms tied to the back of the chair. He was an utter mess yet maintained a smug smile throughout. You’d woken up a while ago, confused and disoriented. The morphine took about 7 hours to get out of your system. You had not seen anyone except Megumi and Utahime. The woman kept apologizing to you for putting you in that position. You knew it was a difficult time for her as well. From what you’d heard, Yuji was confined to his room as he’d gone apeshit on Shin for hurting you. After you had come down from the high, you were summoned to Shin’s interrogation. The SnK member refused to spill any information without you being present. You stood in a corner of the room looking at the injured man in the middle. His eyes never wavered from your figure.
“I am going to ask this one last time, what kind of information does Geto want from (y/n) that he thinks she got from Asami Saito?” Sukuna towered over Shin.
“Can’t tell you.” He grins. “Maybe if (y/n) gives me a kiss, I might consider being more generous.”
Sukuna’s fist makes contact with Shin’s face and you hear the impact. You flinch at the sight.
“Man, Sukuna, your brother throws better punches than you do.” He chuckles as he spits the blood out of his mouth. “See (y/n), this is what happens to people like us. This is what is in store for you. There’s no escaping it.”
Sukuna punches him again and you hear Shin groan. Gojo’s eyes meet yours and he shakes his head as he sees you flinch again. He walks toward Sukuna and Shin.
“That’s enough, Sukuna. Shin, was it? Your phone has some encrypted information about something that SnK plans….” Gojo purses his lips. “What is Geto planning to do in Shibuya?”
For the first time, you see Shin’s eyes widen. He quickly composes himself. “Well, I am not sure what you’re talking about. Could be a party, could be a heist, could be a murder, could be anything really…” He grins.
“You really think you’re strong, don’t you?” Gojo grabs Shin’s jaw. “You can sit here and pretend to be strong while my men and I crush your mind, body, and spirit trying to get answers out of you. You have no idea for the world of pain that you’re about to experience.”
Shin swallows and straightens himself. “Is her pussy really that good that you want to risk it all to keep her as your fucktoy?” He smirks.
You look away in disgust as Sukuna punches Shin before Gojo could respond. “Shut up, ass face.”
“Oh… (Y/n), You really have these men whipped for you, don’t you? Are you really that good? Wish I could have had a taste of it. Shame, maybe then I would have considered switching sides to you triad scum. You really have a fuckable body. If you were captured I am sure all of us would have had an amazing time taking turns with you until you were useless.” He bites his torn lip. “Can’t believe that Satoru Gojo is a cunt worshipping coward.”
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. You hear four gunshots go off. Your eyes widen as you see blood pool on Shin’s chest, soaking his shirt in the red liquid. His body went limp and you see Gojo’s arm stretched with a gun. His hands clenched around the trigger.
“WHAT DID YOU DO!!!?” You scream at him. Your legs felt like jelly.
“Hm.. He got what he deserved.” Gojo puts the gun in his pocket.
“You killed him!” Your voice trembled.
“And?” Gojo raises his eyebrow. His eyes were cold, devoid of any emotion. It felt like you were looking at a complete stranger.
“You killed him… you didn’t have to…” You look around to see all the men around you unfazed by what just went down. Two men untied Shin’s hand and began to take the body outside the room.
“(Y/N)… Let’s get one thing straight. This is my world and I play by my rules. Just because we’ve fucked doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do.” He straightens his shirt. “Clean this mess, Sukuna get the plane ready. We’re going home.”
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Borderlands: Skies the Ultimate Treasure Hunter
The crew find out who’s been controlling the casino.
*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*
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The Handsome Jackpot Part 2
After walking for what feels like hours through a seemingly endless, dark tunnel, a light finally appears at the end. It takes a while longer to reach it and Skies, Timothy, and the Vault Hunters heave a sigh of relief as they exit the tunnel into a subway station.
“That took forever,” Moze groans.
“Is that how humans feel when they pass into the afterlife?” FL4K asks.
“Pretty much,” Skies replies.
They pass through the station, which is just as dingy and covered with graffiti as the last one, when all of their ECHO communicators activate.
“Welcome to the casino!” a male, nasally voice says, “so you’re the big spender who’s been racking up the charges, eh?”
“That voice is familiar,” Skies mutters.
“Heh, well pardon our mess,” he continues, “still working on some renovations. All you gotta know is I’m the boss. Anyone gives you a hard time, just ask for Pretty Boy, heh! I’ll sort ‘em out for ya.”
“Pretty Boy...” Skies muses, “that is so familiar.”
“You know him?” Timothy asks.
“I feel like I did,” she replies, “but it’s just not coming to me. He must’ve been around the couple times I visited before and every time I got really drunk, so it’s probably not a surprise.”
“Anyway, he says he’s the new boss,” she points out, “we shouldn’t trust a thing he says.”
The crew goes up the stairs out of the station and into the bright, neon lights of the strip. Straight ahead is a giant, golden tower reaching up to the stars, with a big hologram of Jack’s face looking down on everything with a judgmental, suspicious glare.
“There’s the tower,” Skies says, “let’s get in and finish this quickly.”
They continue down the strip until they reach a kind of town square with walkways going off in three different directions- straight, right, and left. Overhead hang four large screens displaying all of the debt every individual person owes to the casino.
The crew continues straight, not paying the screens any mind, when they suddenly switch to a man’s face with slicked back, black hair and a pencil thin moustache.
“Ah, there ya are,” he says with his nasally voice.
“You!” Skies exclaims in shock, “I remember you now! You were Jack’s little dancing monkey! Pretty Boy, of course! That’s what he always called you!”
“And you were his loyal, little doggy, weren’t ya,” Pretty Boy retorts, “what a surprise to see you here. And with a Jack clone. Haven’t seen one of them in ages.”
Timothy shudders at the way Pretty Boy leers at him through the screen.
“So, you’ve taken control of the casino since Jack’s death,” Skies states, “talk about a promotion.”
“Yeah, when the casino went under lock down, I was the only one in the tower. So I was the only who could control it,” he explains, “now everyone has to obey me.”
“Yeah, cool,” Skies says impatiently, “so, listen. We’re here to take control of the casino for someone else, so if you could just, you know, let us into the tower...” She trails off as she considers something. “Then again...you were screwed over by Jack too. And I was kind of an asshole to you...I guess I owe you.”
“Oh? You looking to make recompense?” Pretty Boy asks.
“Something like that.”
“Well, I know of a way you can pay me back. See, I’ve got control of most of the casino, but there are some parts I cannot access without Jack’s face, voice, and DNA. I assume that’s why you brought the clone.”
Pretty Boy again leers at Timothy with great interest. “Tell ya what, bodyguard. Give me the clone and I’ll share the casino with ya.”
“Absolutely not!” Skies barks immediately, “look, I feel bad for how I treated you before, but I would never betray my friends.”
“Tch, forever loyal to the handsome face, are ya,” Pretty Boy snorts then looks at the Vault Hunters. “What about you thugs? Bring the doppelganger to me, and I’ll make it worth your-.”
Before he can finish, Skies blows out the screen with her assault rifle and quickly does the same with the other three.
Skies lowers her gun, seething with rage. Then she holsters it and takes a deep breath. “Okay. Just so we’re clear, if anyone betrays me, I will be forced to uphold Jack’s bylaw on traitors- or as it was officially titled, the ‘Backstabbing Bitch Bylaw’.”
“You don’t have to worry about us, Skies,” Zane says reassuringly.
“Yeah, we got your back,” Amara agrees.
Skies smiles gratefully and looks at Timothy. “That little creep is probably gonna stop at nothing to get you now.”
“I can handle whatever he throws at us,” he replies, brandishing his SMG.
“Good. Then let’s keep moving.”
They head straight out of the square and down a walkway leading to Jack’s tower. Surrounding the entrance are red beams of light and a giant warning sign. Mounted on towers overhead are large turrets.
“Oh, yeah, death turrets,” Skies groans, “I forgot about those. Everyone stay out of the red lights if you don’t want to, you know, be shot to pieces.”
“This is why I’m here, right?” Timothy points out, “the turrets won’t shoot me so I should be able to get to the tower and maybe I can turn them off from there.”
“Okay, go ahead, but be careful,” she replies, “we’ll cover you.”
Timothy hesitantly, fearfully sticks a foot through the red lights and braces himself for the turrets to activate. When they don’t, he continues through, past the large Jack statue and up to the entrance.
It’s a thick metal door with a control pad on the side. But when Timothy pushes the button, a loud alarm plays, startling everyone.
“Nice try, doppelganger.” Pretty Boy’s voice sneers from an intercom. “Unless you’re here to turn yourself in, you ain’t getting in here so easily. You’re just lucky I need your face, or I’d have the turrets rip you to shreds. Have some loaders though.”
Dozens of loaders bots start digistructing in. Timothy quickly runs back to his friends to help them fight.
“Yeah, we ain’t getting in that way,” he says over the gunfire.
“We need to retreat and regroup,” Skies demands and the crew rush back into the square. More loader bots come after them but they’re quickly turned into scrap metal.
“Okay,” Skies sighs when the fighting is finished. “This is gonna be more complicated than I was hoping. But, it’s not over yet. First, let’s find a place to hide out and rest. Everyone look around, but don’t go too far.”
The team splits up and take a quick look down the adjacent corridors for somewhere safe. But everywhere they look, they see goons and bots and they’re forced to fight a few off.
After a couple minutes, FL4K calls everyone back. “Mr. Chew found something,” they say, gesturing to their pet skag.
They lead the crew to a door behind one of the decorative waterfalls. It opens up to a large, dimly lit room with a couple of old couches and a fountain.
“Whoa, cool,” Amara comments.
“This must’ve been some kind of employee break room or something,” Skies muses, “it’s perfect for us. This will be our hideout.”
“Well done, boy,” FL4K remarks, scratching Mr. Chew’s head.
“As team leader, I’ll dub it ‘Casa de Timothy’,” Timothy announces.
“Whoa, handsome, who said you’re team leader?” Zane scoffs.
“This whole mission hinges on me, right?” he replies, “ergo, I’m leader.”
“You can call this place whatever you want, Timmy,” Skies says and smirks at him. “But don’t get the wrong idea. I’m team leader.”
He raises his hands in surrender and everyone takes a quick look around their new digs.
“Hey, there’s a holo-projector,” Timothy says, “I bet that can reach outside the casino. Let’s use it to call Moxxi and give her an update.”
“You just want to use it so you can see her,” Skies teases.
“No,” Timothy scoffs, embarrassed. “Although, I didn’t have a chance to see her when we were on the ship, so...”
“Is it a good idea to update her so soon?” Moze asks, “I mean, we don’t exactly have good news.”
“I told her we’d update her as much as possible,” Skies replies and points at her head. “Besides, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve got a plan.”
Skies activates the holo-projector and she and Timothy stand in front of it. A holographic image of Moxxi appears and she smiles at them.
“M-Moxxi...” Timothy whimpers, withering like a deflated balloon.
“Skies,” she purrs, “nice to hear from you. Good news, I hope.”
“Well, not exactly,” she replies, “we’ve found out who’s controlling the casino and he’s not letting us into the tower so easily. But not to worry; I know exactly what to do.”
“We’re gonna start a revolution.”
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The World Turned Upside-Down
author’s note: Welcome to chapter 2! I’ve been loving writing this series so far, and I have big plans for it :) Stranger Things has been my more recent hyperfixation lol
word count: 3,398
Chapter Summary: The Vanishings of Will Byers, but from Russel’s perspective.
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Chapter Two: Game Night
“Something’s coming…something hungry for blood…” Mike whispers, staring, eyes glancing between the four nervous bodies sitting at his table. “A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness. It is almost here.”
“What is it?” Will asked, the anticipation killing him.
“What if it’s the Demogorgon?” Dustin chimes in. “Ah, Jesus, we’re so screwed if it’s the Demogorgon.” He placed his head in his hands.
“It’s not the Demogorgon.” Lucas cuts him off.
“But what if it is? We can’t take him on right now, we’d get wiped out.” Russel states, anxiety covering his features.
“An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!” Mike shouts, slamming the figure down onto the table. The boys all seemed to be relieved, letting go of the breath they didn’t even know they were holding onto.
“Troglodytes?” Dustin asks, almost laughing.
“See, I told you!” Lucas teased, causing Russel to roll his eyes. They boys all begin to chuckle and snort, while Mike remains silent, no one really noticing the mischievous look in his eyes.
“Wait a minute…” He starts, his eyes glance around the room. “Do you hear that? That sound? Boom…boom…BOOM!” Mike stands and slams his hands on the table, the group of boys visibly flinching. “That wasn’t the troglodytes, no that was something else.”
“Oh no…” Russel ran his hands through his short brown hair. The tension that seemed to have vanished made it’s presence known once again.
“The Demogorgon!” Mike shouts, slamming it’s figure onto the table. The group let’s out a collective groan.
“We’re in deep shit!” Dustin whines, Russel nodding his head in agreement.
“Well, looks like this is it!” He grumbles out, biting at his nails. “What do we do?”
“Will, your action!” Will’s face went pale.
“I don’t know!” He shouts.
“Fireball him!” Lucas yells.
“But he’d have to roll a 13 or higher!” Russel yells back.
“Too risky, cast a protection spell.” Dustin protests.
“Don’t be a pussy. Fireball him!” And the argument went on like this for quite awhile, until Mike, or the Demogorgon, was seemingly fed up.
“The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering. It stomps towards you. Boom! He roars in anger!” The five boys continue yelling, nothing really being coherent, until Will rolls his dice screaming out ‘Fireball,’ only for the dice to fly off the table. They all stand and frantically begin looking for the missing dice.
“Mike!” A voice could faintly be heard from upstairs. “Mike! It’s fifteen after, time for everyone to go home.” Mike’s mother appeared from the top of the steps, an unamused look on her face. Mike quickly ran up the stairs, while the boys still continued looking for the dice.
“You guys keep looking, I have to go call my sister.” Russel states, before running up the basement steps. He see’s a frustrated Mike and can’t help but chuckle, already knowing he tried asking for more time. Russel makes his way over to Mrs. Wheeler. She turns and gives him a soft smile.
“Need to use the phone?” Russel nods. “Go right ahead.” He’s quick with dialing the motel number, having memorized by heart at this point.
“Hawkins’ Motel, this is Judith speaking. How may I help you this evening?” He can’t help but inwardly groan at that voice she puts on. She sounds a little too cheery.
“God, I always hate hearing you sound like that.” He teases.
“What’s up, Rus?”
“I just wanted to let you know I was on my way home. I’m going to bike with Will along the way.”
“Bike? I thought Jonathan was going to pick you guys up? It’s a little late for you guys to be riding.” He could hear the uneasiness in her tone. She was always a bit of a worry-wart when it came to him and Regina. He guessed it was just part of being the older sibling.
“Jonathan picked up an extra shift, remember? We’ll be careful, I promise.” He could hear a sigh from the other end, and then silence. “Judith?” He questioned.
“Yeah, okay, just be careful, alright?”
“Of course! I’m the responsible twin, remember?” And with that he hung up the phone. “Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler!” Russel ran out the house and joined the other boys. He grabbed his bike and hopped on, Dustin and Lucas already starting to take off.
“Later, Mike!” Russel had started to make his exit from the Wheeler’s driveway, but noticed Will was lagging behind. He glanced back over to see the two boys briefly talking. “You coming, Will?” Will smiles and nods, before saying his goodbye to Mike.
After a few minutes, it was only Russel and Will riding along the road, the other boys making it back to their homes. Hawkins was a quiet town, but the silence was even more noticeable at night. As far as Russel could tell, he only heard the sound of their bike chains spinning, and the occasional tree rustling. He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t creeped out by the area at night, but going down Will’s road only seemed to make it worse.
“Why do we have to live in a town that looks like the set from Evil Dead?” Russel sighed, Will gave out a snort.
“I thought you weren’t scared of nothing?”
“I’m not! It…it gives us character if anything.” Russel defended. Will rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, character.” He teased. Just up ahead, the road was starting to split, Will going left and Russel going right. “Get home safe!” He shouts, waving at Russel.
“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow!” He smiles back at will beginning to pedal faster. “Oh, and if you happen to stumble upon a book with a scary lookin’ face on it, leave it alone! Hawkins gives us enough character as is!” Russel’s smile grew bigger as he could hear Will’s laughter in the distance. Now he just needed to focus on getting home.
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After practically getting dragged out of bed by Judith and Regina, Russel made his way over to the bathroom. He had to start getting up earlier. Judith was considerate with how much hot water she used, but Regina…Regina was pure evil. She would always hog the last bit of hot water, and he would be stuck practically taking an ice bath. It was a cruel world this 12-year-old lived in.
“Alright, get going, you’re going to be late!” Judith barks, practically pushing Russel and his sister out the room. “I love you! Get to school safe!” And with that, the motel door was slammed in their faces.
“You know, when she does stuff like that, it really makes me consider putting her in a nursing home when she gets older.” Regina remarked, making her way down the steps of the motel. Russel chokes out a laugh. “I mean, she can’t get away with treating us like that forever.”
“Nursing home? You do realize she’s not that much older than us, right?” He can see her roll her eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with planning ahead, Rus. A girl can dream.” He shrugged.
“I can’t blame her for rushing us out, today’s her only day off from the store. She’s probably exhausted. I bet you would be too if you had to work two jobs daily.” They walked over to the motel’s bike rack, grabbing their bikes. Regina let out a sigh.
“You see, you’re no fun. Always have to be so serious about EVERYTHING.” She hopped onto her bike. “Learn to lighten up, or you’re gonna end up as wound up as Judy is.”
“Hey!”
“Oops, looks like it’s already too late for you.” She sticks her tongue out before peddling away, gifting Russel with a cloud of dust from the dirt road.
Within fifteen minutes, the twins could see the giant “HAWKINS MIDDLE SCHOOL” sign, which was already bustling with life. They rode up to the nearest bike rack, hopping off. An audible groan could be heard from Regina.
“Your nerd friends are here.” She pointed out. Russel turned to see Mike, Lucas, and Dustin making their way over to them. But no Will? That was strange. “Isn’t Will normally with them?”
“Yeah, he usually is. Maybe he’s just running late.” The three boys walked over to the twins, Russel noticing a concerned look on Mike’s face.
“Hey, Regina!” Dustin smiled over at the girl. “We missed you at the game last night!” Lucas rolled his eyes.
“He missed you at the game last night.”
“It was so crazy! You should have been there! Mike led us on to believe that we were only facing Troglodytes, but it turned out- and she’s walking away from us.” Dustin let out a sigh. Russel gave him a pat on his shoulder.
“Better luck next time, buddy.” He teased.
“Man, first Nancy, and now, Gina!” Russel lets out a laugh, the group beginning to make their way into school. Before he could take a step further, Russel felt his arm get tugged back, being met face to face with Mike.
“Everything okay?” He asks.
“You went home with Will last night, right?” Russel tilts his hand side-to-side.
“I didn’t go to his house. The road splits in two directions, remember? But we rode most of the way together. Why?”
“My mom got a weird call from Will’s mom this morning, asking if he had slept over. Obviously he didn’t, and his mom said that he probably just came to school earlier. But, his bike isn’t even here…” Mike murmurs looking around. A deep frown settled on Russel’s face.
“Don’t worry, Rus, with that Mike. I’m sure he DID just come to school earlier. Maybe his bike is at another rack.” Lucas cut in.
“Plus, isn’t he always paranoid that Gursky’s gonna give him another pop quiz?” Dustin added.
“Exactly, I’m sure he’s-”
“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen!” Oh, great. Just how Russel wanted to start his day. “Step right up and get your tickets for the freak show.” Troy Walsh turns, James Dante on his right. “Who do you think would make more money in a freak show?” Troy pushes each one of the boys, calling them hurtful names. They start to zero in on Dustin, and all the other boys remaining quiet. This is just how things were. At least, how they normally were.
“Hey! You tryna start something Walsh?” Russel felt himself grimace. Regina appears from behind the boys, pushing past them until she’s face to face with Troy. Well, more like face to shoulder with Troy, because the boy practically towers over her. “Haven’t we had this discussion before, princess? Or are you actually as dumb as you look?” She pushed him back, catching him off guard. Russel grabbed her shoulder.
“Gina, stop, you’re only gonna make things worse.” He whisper-shouted at her. Troy smirked.
“Yeah, Gina, I’d listen to him if I were you.” He snarled.
“Rus, remember what I said to you earlier, about you being less uptight? This is one of those moments.” She hissed at him. “Plus, Troy’s too pussy to hit a girl, isn’t that right, princess?” She grinned pushing him back again. Russel swears he could see a vein pulsating from Troy’s forehead. “Now, you listen here, and you listen good, because this is the last time I will say this to you: These boys right here, are MY nerds. The only one who gets to pick on them, is ME. Do I make myself clear?” The tension in the air feels overwhelming. Mike, Lucas, and Dustin all stare at Regina with wide eyes. Russel just internally groans.
“Please don’t let this break out into a fight, please don’t let this break out into a fight, please don’t-” He kept whispering to himself, like his own personal mantra.
“I said…” She stalks up to him even more, barely any space between them. She may have been shorter, but in that moment, everyone could see that she had the confidence of Andre the Giant. “Do I make myself clear?” She asked in a sickly sweet tone. Before anyone could move or say anything, the bell rang had rang. James grabbed Troy’s shoulder, moving him along.
“Come on, they’re not worth it.” Troy followed James, but stopped and turned back towards Regina.
“This isn’t over, half-pint.” And with that, he stormed off. Regina rolled her eyes.
“Can’t even come up with a clever insult, what a waste of space.” She sighed. She turned towards the group, who were staying oddly quiet. Most of them having wide eyes and unhinged jaws. “What?”
“Holy shit, Gina!” Dustin practically screeched. “That was amazing! And terrifying! But mostly amazing!” Lucas and Mike nodding their heads in agreement. Her brown eyes looked towards the ground, feeling her face heat up.
“Whatever, let’s just get to class.” She mumbled, marching ahead of the group.
“She even called us her nerds, that means she does care for us on some level!” Lucas teased. Mike and Dustin snickered as Regina began to walk a faster pace away. However, Russel didn’t find any of this amusing. If Judith found out about this, Regina would be dead for sure.
School seemed to drag on that day. Maybe it was because Russel was worried that his sister was going to get hurt. Maybe it was because he forgot to read the next chapter he needed to for English. Or maybe it was because he still hadn’t seen Will. They had almost every class together, and he was missing in every one. He brought his fingers to his lips and began chewing on his nails. What if something had happened last night? Why was everyone acting- He felt a harsh flick to his forehead.
“Russel? Earth to Russel, do you read me?” Regina bent down in front of him. “What’s got you so worked up?” She asked, pulling his hand from his face.
“O-Oh, nothing. I just kinda spaced out.” He laughed shakily. Regina gave out a pout. Yeah, she didn’t buy it.
“You do realize your geek squad is gone, right? They went to go check out that new radio Mr. Clarke got.” Russel felt himself snap back to his senses, as he jumped up from his desk, grabbing his bag and running out the room.
“He got it in?!” She could hear from outside the hall.
“Cool, I’ll just be here then.” She grumbled, plopping herself back onto the desk.
Russel ran towards the AV room, only for its entrance to be blocked by the principal and two police officers. The principal turned and gave the boy a small nervous smile.
“Ah, we were just asking for you.”
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Russel seemed to feel the world around him slow down. While Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were having an argument about whether or not knowing if a reference was from the Lord of the Rings or the Hobbit, Russel felt himself just drifting away. Will was actually missing. Why else would the police ask how he usually gets home? What if he’s hurt? Why didn’t Russel just take him all the way home first? He could have just cut through the woods after, it wouldn’t have added too much time.
“Rus?”
He felt his body jump, hands moving back down to his lap. He turned to see Lucas giving him a funny look.
“You alright?” The boy just nods and tries to refocus himself back into the conversation. The man in the tan uniform, who he had recently was Chief Hopper, turned his attention towards Russel.
“You’re one of the Miller kids, right?” Russel nods. “Joyce has told me a bit about you and your sisters. You’re close with Will, right?” Again, he nods. “When was the last time you saw him?”
“W-We were riding out bikes d-down the main road t-together, like we always do. And, and there’s a fork in that road, h-he always goes l-left. That was the last time I saw him, h-he made the left, and I c-couldn’t see him through the trees anymore.” He mumbles out, each word sounding shakier then the last. The Chief let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair.
“We can show you the road he usually takes.” Mike exclaims. “We know the area well!” Hopper immediately shakes his head.
“No, after school you are all to head home immediately. No biking, no snooping around, and definitely no investigating. Do I make myself clear?”
“But we just want to help!”
“Yeah, Will’s our best friend, we have to help!” Hopper rises to his feet, making his way over to the group of boys.
“I said, do I make myself clear?” He fumes. The four boys just nod. “Good.”
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Russel bikes home, his sister biking beside him, and his head lost in thought. How could he have just scene Will only half a day ago, and he just suddenly vanished? It didn’t make sense to him. Russel stayed pretty quite on their way home, only telling Regina minimal details, that the police had asked them questions about Will’s disappearance. Placing their bikes on the motel rack, they ran upstairs to their room. They were gonna have to tell Judith. Russel and Regina make it to their room, and make sure that the door is locked nice and tight.
“Um, Rus, where’s Judy?” Russel felt his heart stop, as he finally glanced at the room to see that their older sister was definitely not there. He ran towards the bathroom and saw that it was vacant and dark, panic slowly consuming his features. “Oh, never mind! She left a note. Apparently, Joyce called out and Judy went in to cover, she said that she was stopping by the Byers’ house after and that we should order a pizza.” He lets out a sigh of relief.
Russel tries to distract himself with homework and food, but he feels like he can barely focus, and too nauseous to eat. He hates having to sit here and wait, he and his friends should be able to help look for Will with the police. After all, he was their best friend. His thoughts are interrupted with a knock on the door. Regina hops off the bed and checks the peephole before letting out a groan. She unlatches the chain and unlocks the door, swinging it open.
“Haven’t we seen enough of you guys today?” Russel peaked over to see three familiar faces with rain jackets and flashlights. Mike glances over at him.
“We think we might have an idea where Will is.” Russel didn’t need to be told twice.
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The group made their way through the woods, the rain making it a bit harder to walk through some of the more muddier terrain. Mike was doing his best to lead the way, but even he was having a hard time.
“Will!”
“Byers!”
“I’ve got your X-Men 134!”
“Will!” The five kids all seem to be shouting at nothing but trees, no sign of their friend, or any clues as to where he might have ran off too.
“Guys, I really think we should turn back.” Dustin stammers.
“Y-Yeah, for once I agree with Dustin, if we stay out here any longer, we could get sick or worse…” Regina trailed off, hugging her arms around her chest, shivering.
“Seriously, guys? You want to be babies, then just go home already!” Lucas snaps.
“I’m just being realistic, Lucas!” Dustin barks back.
“No, you’re just being a big sissy!”
“Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we’re going the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?” Russel stops dead-short, glancing over at the boy.
“Don’t say that! He probably just got lost or something!” He shouts.
“Guys, shut up.” Mike mumbles, looking off into the distance.
“I’m just saying, did you guys ever think of that?” Regina’s ears perked up, hearing something rustling nearby. Her brown eyes look towards the same direction as Mike. “Is anyone even listening to me??”
“Dustin, shush!” Mike and Regina hissed. The rustling seemed to be getting louder, and closer to the group.
“Do you guys hear that too?” Russel asks, clenching onto Regina’s arm. The rustling continues to grow louder, their flashlights doing their best to keep up with the movement. That is until, their lights finally shine on the figure.
Not Will.
But some kid?
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Hiiii so I have a request so can you write a idea of a scene because I think you can do it better.
So the ship is getting attacked by enemies(I would imagin to be the alien lady) during that space battle a small squadron of enemies boards the ship and hold the crew hostage (Mack is their as well as co head engineer with Mark) with the Alien Lady demanding on where is the captain!!!!
While the crew themselves don’t know we’re the captain is even during the space battle but even then wouldn’t give the captain if they were there anyway!!!!
so it’s just a screaming match between everyone as the Lady starts explaining on what’s going to happen if they don’t stop lying and hand over their captain as She explains The crew just looks and sees behind the Lady and her squadron unsuspected the captain and wug slowly approach the unsuspecting enemies with their backed turned.
Just as Lady was done explaining and yells”now we’re is the captain?!?!!” “looking for me?” As wig and the captain knocks out half of the squadron behind her as Lady wheels around with some of her men near her in surprised as wug and captain start beating up the enemies before kicking them out as the crew watches.
(I suck at writing fight scenes sorry that it’s long)
“Damn, well this didn't go as planned.."
"No shit it didn’t-!”
"Both of you!! Shut up!!"
At the same time, Mark and Mack flinched as Lady stood over them, her eyes full of fury. Her squadron took over the ship after the gunfight, and despite the IV-II crew's best efforts, they all got rounded up and taken hostage on the bridge.
"The universe is at stake here and you're wasting your petty human breath arguing! Instead..use that to tell me where your captain is." Clutching the blaster in her hand, she went down the line of crewmembers, examining all their faces to see if anyone was going to fess up.
Yet their gazes remained downcast.
She sighed, stopping in front of Mark again. "Oh, so now you don't wanna talk? Aren't you close with the captain?"
"I am," he replied in a hoarse voice, glaring up at her. "I dunno where they are. But even if any of us knew, why would we spill?! We'd rather die than hand ‘em over to scum like you!"
Mutters of agreement came from the rest of the crew, frustrating her further. “No, you--you guys don’t understand how serious this is! There’s a much, much worse fate than death waiting for you! For all of us!”
“....and that is..?”
“The end of everything! All of existence is gonna get wiped out!! You and everyone in every universe will cease to exist forever if I don’t find them!”
“That’s insane.” Mack furrowed his eyebrows. “They’re our captain. They’re just..one person. How could they-?”
“THERE’S NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!!” Out of pure rage and impatience, Lady shot at one the lockers, leaving a smoking hole in it. But then she backtracked and looked at the crew with a sigh. “Actually..I-I can explain one thing. They were using this to hop around universes.” She held up her wrist, showing the warp device. “And they’re screwing up everything by...”
As she droned on and on about warp cores and temporal displacement, Mark felt a bead of sweat slip from underneath his red bandanna, nervous despite trying to look fearless. Yet he couldn’t help wondering where you were.
But his eyes then widened upon seeing two familiar figures sneaking into the room. All of the enemies’ backs were turned, guns pointing at his fellow crewmembers.
They were clueless.
Mack saw the rescuers too and smiled in relief.
Lady noticed and scowled at him. “What are you smirking for? WHERE’S THE GODDAMN CAPTAIN-?!!”
“Looking for me?”
Hearing shouts of pain, she turned around just in time to see you shooting at some of her goons, while Wug attacked the rest. One solider attempted to shoot through his armor, only to fail as he was promptly thrown against the wall, before the bulky alien roared and attacked a few others.
Once they were down, he charged at Lady and knocked out the two men guarding her, leaving her defenseless.
All the while, you were occupied with freeing your crew from their restraints, starting with Mark. “Always in the nick of time, eh Captain?” He grinned as he brandished his gun, watching your back as you freed Mack next.
As they untied the rest of the group, you heard the sounds of struggling and saw Wug holding Lady up in the air, the blaster crushed under his foot. You huffed and approached them, stepping over the bodies.
“W-Wug..you..can’t do this!!” She choked. “You’re helping the enemy!!”
Only snarls came from him, much to her confusion. “You can’t talk?”
“Oh he can. He just doesn’t think you’re worth talking to.” You scoffed, smirking as her furious gaze went to you. “Hello again, Lady. Still keeping up this cat-and-mouse chase, huh?”
“Th-There’s no universe where you can hide from me, Captain.”
“Look, I don’t care how badly you wanna shoot me. But when you drag my whole crew into this-”
“I’M TRYING TO SAVE THEM FROM YOU!!” She screamed, only to feel the grip around her throat tighten. “T-Tell this...big...oaf to let me go!!”
“Oaf?! YOU CALL WUG AN OAF?!!” Wug bellowed, his eyes still glowing red. “SAY THAT AGAIN AND WUG WILL SNAP YOUR NECK LIKE TWIG!!!”
“You think you scare me? M-My species is highly resilient to pain..just so you know. We don’t..go down that easy...!” Despite this she was clearly losing the fight. You didn’t want her to blackout completely.
In fact, you’ve never wanted to hurt her at all.
“Lady, I’m trying to save everyone, too.” You attempted to reason. “But I can’t if I have to keep jumping across universes so I don’t get shot by you. You don’t think you’re part of the problem here?”
“I...I-I don’t...” Yet she couldn’t muster up a response, looking utterly exhausted.
“I promise I’ll figure out how to fix this mess. Just..get off my ship and take your friends with you. And leave me and my crew alone.”
Finally, she relented. “O-Okay...you better keep your word because time is of the essence. Th-The fate of..the entire multiverse depends on you...literally, that’s not a figurative-”
“I know. I’ve been knew. But thanks for the reminder. You can put her down, Wug.” You gave your alien ally the okay to let Lady go.
For a moment she just glared at you, and without another word teleported out of the ship and took the remaining surviving soldiers with her.
With a relieved sigh, you reunited with your crew, seeing them already patching up the injured. Mark, who appeared relatively unharmed, approached you and patted your shoulder roughly, grinning at Wug.
“Gotta say, Cap. You two make quite the killer combo. I dunno what that lady was talking about, but I saw she had a cool bracelet like yours. What’s that about?”
Blinking, you looked at the warp device on your wrist. ‘She had one, too? Huh..that would’ve broken this universe for sure if she saw mine..’
But all you did was shrug, putting your gun away. “It’s a long story...”
“Ah, well. I guess it doesn’t matter.” He chuckled. “Let’s get some drinks and kick back for a while. This hard-earned victory of ours calls for celebration.”
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(Fake ASMR Commission) Your Meteorologist Wife Talks About Tornadoes
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“The Suck Zone… It’s the point… Basically at which the twister… Sucks you up.” *she says to herself quietly as she quotes the movie that she’s watching*
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“Oh, hi honey. Windy day out there. Seriously, it’s really blowing today."
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“Yeah, I’m watching Twister again… For the 100th time.”
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“It’s not my fault that it’s so good. It’s literally my favorite movie of all time. It was my inspiration for becoming a meteorologist in the first place.”
“Sure, it’s got some of that 1990s cheesiness & there are some factual inaccuracies, but… The vast majority of the movie is so good that it’s easy to ignore what few flaws it has. It’s so fun.”
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“Oh yeah. The last action scene is super unrealistic. You can’t outrun a tornado. Let alone an F5 with 300 mile-per-hour winds. That’s ridiculous. There was a point where Bill & Jo were literally standing right next to it & they weren’t getting blown away. They only survived because they’re the main characters & have plot armor.”
“I’m unbothered though. It’s so thrilling that I can ignore how silly it looks. Suspension of disbelief, ya know?”
“The story is great, the characters have rich personalities, the practical effects & CGI hold up well even today… For a movie released in 1996, it was way ahead of it’s time. It really feels like a movie that was made with a lot of passion.”
“There’s so much tornado action to. This movie barely goes 10 minutes without one being on screen. It’s so engaging.”
“And the soundtrack is incredible as well. It has music like ‘Humans Being’ & ‘Respect the Wind’ by Van Halen which just send chills down my spine. I can’t get enough of it.”
…
“Of course I’m looking forward to the sequel. I just hope they don’t screw it up. You never know with the modern movie industry. It could totally flop if mishandled. Though the trailer does look very promising.”
“It’s a shame that it won’t have Bill Paxton. He’s been dead for a while now. May The Extreme rest in peace.”
…
“There was something really sweet that happened after his death. A bunch of storm chasers aligned their vehicles to spell ‘BP’ on satellite radar. It was awesome!”
…
“Part of my fascination with tornadoes & just… Weather in general… Was growing up in the Northeast US. We don’t really get tornadoes in the mountains. Not enough flat land or a sufficient amount of hot & cold air mixing. I was always intrigued & curious about the weather in other regions.”
…
“Well yeah. It’s possible to get tornadoes in every state, but some are clearly more prone than others. Even Alaska of all places has received a few tornadoes, but they were all categorized as F0s & didn’t last long at all.”
“If you really want tornadoes, the Midwest is where it’s at. Especially Kansas & Oklahoma.”
…
“I don’t mind living in Tornado Alley. When I was old enough to travel alone, I willingly chose to move out here. And it’s a good thing I did because I would’ve never met you otherwise. Hehe~”
…
“Hun, you’re worth enduring every tornado we get graced by. Don’t you worry one bit. In fact… If you were a tornado, you’d be an F6.”
…
“Hehe~ I do know my Fujita Scale. It’s an intrinsic part of meteorology.”
“I’m also grateful for my Storm Chasing team. They’re super cool people. We’re a good-spirited, high-energy group of weather enthusiasts who love documenting tornadoes. We don’t fear the storm. We eagerly charge towards it.”
…
“Of course it’s dangerous. When you’re a Storm Chaser, you have to know the risks. Many people have died doing this job. But it’s usually due to recklessness. If you’re smart & play it safe, you’ll probably be fine.”
…
“Well… No. Nothing is guaranteed. We may be able to predict the weather, but there’s enough randomness to the point where we can never be entirely sure. If a tornado changes it’s course & heads right for you… You better take action immediately… And hope you’re not in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
…
“It isn’t exactly rocket science to figure out how a tornado can kill you. There’s a few ways.”
“The most obvious way is getting sucked up into the vortex. You’ll simply get thrown really high into the air & hit the ground too hard when you fall. You’d need to be incredibly lucky & land on something soft in order to survive.”
“The second way is getting hit by debris. If a huge piece of infrastructure hits you at high speed, I doubt your soft, squishy human body would be able to take it.”
“And the last way is… Hindered breathing ability. Depending on the wind speed, it’ll either be really difficult or impossible to breathe in a tornado.”
…
“Yeah, now you understand why Bill & Jo wouldn’t have realistically survived the F5 at the end of the movie. Even though they were strapped down to those pipes, the tornado would’ve most likely killed them in a different way. But you know… Plot armor.”
“Speaking of F5s, did you know that the biggest one ever documented was the El Reno tornado of May 31st 2013?”
…
“This thing was a monster! To this day, it’s the largest tornado ever recorded at a jaw-dropping 2.6 miles wide. Even the F5 tornado in Twister wasn’t that big. It was only 1 mile wide.”
…
“Biggest doesn’t necessarily mean Strongest. It was certainly extremely powerful… But there have been worse.”
“Sometimes, it’s hard to determine exactly what makes a tornado noteworthy. Do you judge it’s overall strength & wind speed? Do you judge it by the damage it does & the number of people it kills? It’s not always crystal clear, but there are at least three contenders for the… ‘Worst’ …Tornado in history.”
"The first one is the Joplin Missouri tornado which happened on May 22nd, 2011. It damaged nearly 8,000 buildings... And of those... Over 4,000 were completely destroyed. The damage... Which included major facilities like one of Joplin's two hospitals as well as much of its basic infrastructure... Amounted to a grand total of $2.8 billion making it the single costliest tornado in U.S. history."
“The second one is the Daulatpur-Saturia tornado in Bangladesh which happened on April 26th, 1989. It killed approximately 1,300 people. That’s a horrific number of lives lost to just one tornado. It’s the stuff of nightmares.”
“And the third one is the Tri-State Tornado which happened on March 18th, 1925. It tore across Southeast Missouri, Southern Illinois, and Southwest Indiana. With its rapid movement, monstrous size, and long track, it took hundreds of lives and injured thousands.”
“No matter which way you look at them, these tornadoes were downright demonic & nothing has compared since. Even the El Reno tornado didn’t take nearly as many lives despite being bigger. Size clearly isn’t everything.”
...
"There are many other historic tornadoes that are remembered today. These ones just stick out in my mind the most. If I don't stop myself, you'll hear me talk about tornadoes for the rest of the day.
*sound of strong winds blowing outside the house. so like… muffled, but still noticeable basically.*
“Wow, the wind is really picking up out there. And the sky is packed with dark clouds.”
…
“I’ve been talking about tornadoes so much, I didn’t even consider that we might get one today. The weather is ripe for it.”
*sound of emergency alert system plays on their television. maybe like 3 beeps. it doesn’t need to be a lot.*
“Oh? Is my suspicion correct perhaps?”
…
“YES! There’s a tornado on the ground in our county right now! You know what that means. It’s chasin’ time!”
…
“Of course you can tag along. No one ever said you had to be an official part of the team. Guests are always welcome. To be honest, I’m surprised you didn’t ask sooner.”
“I’ll grab my equipment. Put on something decent, alright? It’s gonna be crazy out there.”
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THE END
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The Female of the Species: Bonus (2)
How did you join?
When I graduated in Sound Engineering and Audiovisual Arts, a very strong economic crisis fell in Europe and there weren't as many videogame studios or internship programs as there are now. Nor were there so many specialized studies or talks at universities. So I had to work several years of things that were not at all related to the creative sector, and while I paid for my own trips to job fairs, networking events, conventions, etc. And of course, all those events were full of men (except women in human resources, for a change) and sometimes you would see some shy girl with her portfolio wanting to enter as an artist.
Without making a long story short, I had to go to Madrid to live for a few months to be able to work on an animated film as a production assistant for the animation team.
Charging super little and putting a lot of pressure on my personal life. I had already worked on very large projects as a creative and project manager, and I started taking notes in meetings, setting up chairs for the entertainers and almost laying out the red carpet for them. All men. It was a bit humiliating, that's why I always insist to my production teams that they are not secretaries, because they treated me as such. Perhaps the most humiliating thing was that once, an animator told me: for your first job, you do know animation, right? Well man, I had been studying for several years and I did not enter unprepared. Anyway.
To cut a long story short, after that experience that screwed me up in all areas but opened the doors to the sector, I was able to start working in video games until I was 30 (I graduated from everything at 25). In less than 8 years I have managed to rise from Production coordinator to Head of Production
How's your experience been? Have you felt treated differently than men?
Yes. For the same role and responsibilities, I have been paid less than my peers. The tone with which they speak to me and ask me for things changes. The response to complaints, anger or setting boundaries is not the same either. The managers always respected the opinion of my fellow male producers more than mine. My mother taught me to confront head-on if deep down she knew the answer would have been different if she had been a man, and I did, and unfortunately it didn't always go well.
My previous company has a CEO who is proud to have at least one employee from every collective in the universe (like we're Pokémon), has a book on diversity and anti-racism, and has two daughters. However, he invites new male employees he likes (especially if they are high-ranking) to strip clubs and becomes acquainted with other things during his many travels.
Are women such a different demographic to play games, and to make games?
Not at the brain level. Stereotypes have and continue to do a lot of damage. There are no pink or blue brains, that is neurosexism. Women develop cognitive areas at different speeds due to social mandates. The brain is plastic and responds to the social and cultural context (there are multiple studies on this). But on a physiological level, we have exactly the same capacities between both sexes. If anything, the brains corresponding to men (XY) usually weigh a couple of grams more but it is insignificant and affects cognitive abilities.
That being said, women go through biological cycles that can "affect" our performance in the eyes of this ableist culture, such as menstruation and pregnancy. Some of us are greatly affected by menstruation for one reason or other, and pregnancy is the most brutal process to which the human body can be subjected, In this case, the woman's. Historically we have been (and are) oppressed for our role in reproduction, but that is another matter.
Once, at the first meeting of Women in Games Spain, I met a certain (female) head of HR from a reputable French mobile game development company, to whom I told her that my ambition was to grow in the Production area. And she told me that the company was always hesitant to recruit women in certain positions because "women can get pregnant and in certain positions, like Production, games cannot be left unattended." I froze at such an outrage coming out of the mouth of this Italian, but at 24 I didn't feel like saying anything.
It is therefore that yes, at the level of game development and abilities we are exactly the same between both sexes, but there are certain "accommodations" and things to take into account with us. But this is the same as with someone who follows a different diet, or who has a certain religion that at a certain time and on a certain day they have to go to pray, or with people who suffer from a disability or chronic illness (myself), etc. It shouldn't be a problem or a burden. But unfortunately for some companies it still is.
Companies will always say no and that everyone is treated equally, but when it comes down to it, this is not the case in many cases.
Have things improved (or in any way changed) during your time in the industry?
Yes, in a way. I see more talks at schools and universities where girls attend, and I have certainly noticed a greater number of women coming in and working in studios.
The issue of quotas is very controversial but I always considered them necessary until the issue was balanced a bit. However, I am beginning to notice that women are already entering video game studios organically and at a very high level.
What still needs to be improved is the inclusion of women in areas such as programming (there are VERY few) and leadership. Except for HR, Finance and Legal, there are very few women in game development leadership. There are almost no women in the C-suite, neither in operations, nor as Game Directors.
This has been one of my biggest fights, reaching and rising to leadership in an area that is not stereotypically feminine like HR, Finance, etc. Right now I work in a Swedish studio that luckily my CEO is very aware of and wanted to have a balance in his C-suite in his men's and women's team. It's not 50/50 but at least we're two strong women on a 5 person leadership team. I always encourage all the girls in all the studios in which I have worked not to take their finger off the line, to keep going up, not to shut up at all, to set limits and to ask for what they need. It was very nice to see when I left the last studio that in the farewell card that they wrote me, several girls said that they had me as a reference
And do you think it makes sense in today's culture to make a distinction between male and female gamers, male and female developers?
For practical and performance purposes, no. But... maybe I'm getting into trouble and I sound controversial, but I consider that what is not named, is not made visible. We are going to the other end and another extreme of a pseudo-equality that the only thing that is doing is continuing to erase us. In fact, for many reasons, I consider that we are in one of the worst moments for women's rights, all sweetened and disguised as glitter, postmodernism and neoliberalism.
But without going into these issues, perhaps it depends on the case and when talking about a team, it is a team without having to make any distinctions. But when women can be made visible, it should be done now for mere equity. I think it depends a lot on the case. And in terms of developers, it would be necessary to see if the team has so few women, why is that?
Where is the root of the problem? Surely the answer will be in education.
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Irongate: B-Naturals
Little excerpt from Chapter 2. There aren’t any huge changes to this chapter from previous drafts - just dialogue and other tweaks, a little bit of extra foreshadowing when Kaya is remembering her childhood adventures in a scene after this.
‘In an uncertain and ever changing world, one group safeguards and lights the way to the future. For decades our AI systems have guided investments across the globe and now with our partners at Stag Corp we’re looking to secure the future of our environment. The tower we are testing in Irongate contains billions of synthetic micro-organisms that feed on pollutants in our atmosphere and expel only harmless byproducts including oxygen and water. Soon this bio-technology will be deployed around the world and in time will pave the way for human conquest of worlds beyond.
We are Meridiem.
We are The Sun.’
The commercial ended with a dazzling display of dentistry, lens flare lingering as its surroundings faded into the gold clock or star of Meridiem. Kaya Cade flicked the TV to another channel and flipped one red pony tail over her shoulder, her nose and mouth crumpled as if some stranger had just themselves in her door then taken a big dump in front of her sofa. “Right,” she shook, “these numbnuts screw us over for decades using up resources without a care, but now they expect everyone to applaud them for fixing the mess they made? Won’t be long before they start claiming they own all oxygen and charge us all for breathing it. I tell ya,” she scornfully turned from the TV, hazel eyes locking on to a nearby spectator, “one of these days there’s gonna be revolution. There’ll riots, blood, guts, brains blown out and splattered all over their nice white yachts - we’ll see how the one per cent like it when its them in the red.” Leaning over the counter next to the till her T-Shirt bearing the logo B-Naturals, she sniffed, “anyway - what do you need?”
Facing Kaya a tiny girl in a cotton frock blinked back at her, needing a moment to gather herself and remember why she was here. “I-I,” she stammered, little hands holding a flute, “I’d like to buy this please.”
“Sure,” Kaya proceeded with scanning and running the transaction through the till while Neil, her supervisor, gawked. “What?”
He frowned at her from behind his little round sunglasses, “what is wrong with you?”
“Nothing wrong with me,” she tried scanning the tag hanging off the flute several times only for the machine to flash ‘error’. “It’s the damn system that’s broken.”
“It’s not so much what you say, but who you say it to. I mean she’s, what, nine?”
The girl corrected, “eight.”
“Well,” Kaya finished the sale manually, “you’re gonna to learn the harsh truths of this world sooner or later.”
Taking her flute and change the girl informed her, “you got issues, lady.”
“Yeah, well, when you’re old enough to have had all your dreams crushed and find yourself on the other side of a counter like this, you’ll have issues too.”
The girl wisely chose not to further engage, making hastily for the exit. Neil continued to glower at Kaya who pretended to be confused then remember, “oh flip yeah, I forgot. Hey!” She called after the girl, “we doing an offer on violin strings - fifty per cent off!”
The girl called back as she was pulling open the store door, “don’t play violin!”
“Well got any siblings? It’s a great murder weapon!” The girl was gone, leaving Kaya to sag behind the counter. “Rude.”
Neil exhaled slowly like a teacher whose patience was nearing its limit. He tapped, objects jingle and jangling on his hip. “See these?”
Kaya gasped in mock awe, “The Keys of Responsibility! I thought they only existed in legend… can I touch them?”
He slapped her wriggling fingers away, “if you want to be trusted with these one day you’re going to have to knuckle down and take this job seriously.”
“Was this supposed to be a motivational thing? Because you’re actually just depressing the hell out of me right now.”
As he’d been motivating her, the same door the girl exited opened again, a balding man with what was presumably his son entering. “Why don’t you go and be helpful for a change?” Neil suggested while Kaya drummed on the counter. “Snap to it, comrade. Go!”
Kaya guessed she was being kind of a jerk. She was hardly alone in the world being stuck in a job seemingly designed to suck employees of their joy and enthusiasm to feed some Eldritch God of Capitalism. She still loved music, and if she made it through the day maybe she’d get to enjoy it again. The only other skills she had were pretty much the reason karma was now tormenting her so. So she decided to bite her tongue, put on her best fake smile, and say, “can I help you, sir?”
The elder man was of stocky build and short - not much taller than the boy who Kaya estimated to be very early teens. The elder with little beads of sweat on his head turned to her with a toothy grin. “Thirteenth birthday,” he explained, “boy wants to learn electric guitar.”
“Say no more,” Kaya interrupted, keen on not hearing their biographies, “we have some packages for beginners over here.” Wasn’t long before she was giving a demonstration. For a few blissful seconds the vibrations and waves from the amp washed over, cleansing her, the troubles of the world seeming so very distant.
The others seemed appreciative of her melody. Too appreciative. Kaya heard clapping as she put the guitar back on the stand, and then… she must have imagined it, right? There was no way the father would have slapped her butt. Guys were often too confident they could get away with stuff without consequences, but not in front of his kid, right? Must have been her imagination, and now he was asking her something about lessons. Must have been her imagination.
Before she could question that again the boy started whining, “that’s the guitar Ethan’s got. I want a better one.”
Kaya blinked her way back to lucidity, recalling she was still in the store doing her actual job for once. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with this guitar.”
“That’s the one I want.”
Kaya stuck her tongue into her cheek. The one the boy was pointing at was truly a nice guitar - mahogany, maple neck, custom pickups. She would have liked to buy it herself, but in her current situation it would be a long time before she could afford it. It was definitely not for this entitled brat. “That’s custom built - it’s for real pros. While you’re learning you want one of these.”
“No, I want that one.”
“Yeah, well I’m not going to sell you that one.”
The father peered at her, “I mean, I have the money so I’m not sure you really have a choice.”
“Right,” Kaya bit her lip, looking like a gerbil for a second while she tried to stifle her frustrated grin. “I see what’s going on here,” she went over, putting her hands on knees so she was face to face with the boy, “listen kid - it’s not about Ethan having a better guitar than you. It’s your personality girls find repulsive.”
“Hey, you can’t talk to him like that!”
Kaya spun up and around, taking the dad by the arm to lead away so she could whisper, “listen fella - I’m trying to do you a favor here. You really want to spend all that on something he’s just going to pluck at for a few days then give up when he doesn’t already sound like Hendrix?”
“Well, I guess when you put it like-“
The boy dared to ask, “who’s Hendrix?”
Shortly after, sirens wailed in the street around B-Naturals.
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nightmares - mike munroe x reader
summary: It was a deal made by two almost-friends in the early hours of the morning after the worst night of their lives, when they realized that all they really had left was each other.
a/n: so this is once again. not my normal content but ive been on an until dawn kick lately and fell in love w the characters all over again. i dont know if anyone still reads or writes for this fandom but. here u go. enjoy
warning(s): lots of cursing, canon typical violence, mentions of graphic violence/death (but nothing too descriptive), mentioned depression, insomnia, and alcoholism, some heavy themes but its hurt/comfort so it ends in fluff
wc: 4.8k
You were running.
You were running, and it was freezing — fuck, it was freezing.
You knew your surroundings; how could you ever forget? Every fucking moment on the goddamn mountain was engraved into your mind for what you assumed would be the rest of your life, an assumption that had since been proven correct.
And now, against your will, you were back. Of course you were back.
A shudder ran through your whole body as that all-too-familiar screech rang out behind you, each second of it like nails on a chalkboard in the worst way. Your lungs burned like all hell but you couldn’t stop — if you stopped, you were as good as dead.
Some part of this fucked up thing was almost funny. Humans were always boasting about how they were the top of the food chain, how they were the height of evolution. There was nothing to keep an ego in check like being hunted by a supernatural creature.
Any thoughts of bullshit philosophy were dashed from your mind as you took a hard right, nearly falling over from the sharp curve of the mountain but just able to catch yourself. Your heart was thundering in your chest, the beats nearly lining up with your sprinting. You felt an intense urge to turn around, try and gauge your chances, but the thought of slowing down for even a second terrified you. It’s not like you needed to anyways — you knew exactly what was after you.
You were nearing the end of your road, both literally and figuratively. You stumbled over a tree root, your hands splayed out in front of yourself at just the right angle to keep your momentum going and, in some feat of luck, stay upright and running.
But your luck had just run out.
Your senses were proven correct as the harrowing cliff edge came into view, and a thousand things screamed in your mind at once as your demise stared you right in the eye. You barely managed to catch yourself, very much aware that the snow falling into the void could’ve just as well been you.
That fucking screech again, even closer than before, and you whipped around as you took an instinctive step back. Your hands patted around everywhere, searching for something to defend yourself, but you had nothing. No gun, knife, even the ground around you was devoid of rocks.
You had nothing. You had nothing to defend yourself from this goddamn nightmare creature, and you were going to die.
Your eyes darted around wildly in an attempt to find something, anything, to save yourself, but there was nothing. You took another step back and felt your foot slip, your breath catching as you barely managed to save yourself with a twist and a lunge away from the edge. The shock of the ground and the cold against your skin was just enough to remind yourself that you were actually alive. Another pile of snow mimicked the fate that seemed imminent as it trickled over the side of the cliff, and you screwed your eyes shut as you tried to shut your mind up.
Think, goddammit, if you wanted to get off of this fucking mountain you had to think—
The screech that pierced through the night sky was far too close for comfort, and as your head snapped back towards the woods you swore that your heart stopped beating.
It had caught up. You were out of time you were going to die but you didn’t have anything and you were going to fucking die—
A flash of white pushed off a tree and lunged towards you, teeth bared as it emitted that horrible screech. You didn’t even have time to scream, completely frozen in place as one clawed hand reached your neck, and you braced for the moment of release.
You shot up in your bed, breathing rapid and unsteady with a barely contained cry on the edge of your lips as your hand instinctively flew to your neck. You heaved an almost strangled sigh of relief to know that your head was still attached to your body (it might’ve seemed obvious, but… your head wasn’t exactly on straight at the moment, all jokes aside) and collapsed against the headboard.
You ran your hands across your face as you tried in vain to calm yourself down, ultimately having to turn on your lamp to ease your troubled mind that there was nothing going thump in the night.
It had been this same routine almost every night — horrible nightmare, wake up crying or screaming or both, and start the day at 3 am because you couldn’t fall back asleep.
It was exhausting. You were exhausted.
You knew you couldn’t go on like this, but what choice did you have? Therapy had been mandated by the police for a certain amount of time after the incident, but… it’s not like it had helped. How could it, when no one truly knew what you had gone through?
Well… that wasn’t completely accurate.
One person knew what you were going through, and you hadn’t said as much as one word to him since that night. You didn’t really… know what to say.
Hey. I know we’re not all that close, but I’m sorry your girlfriend and all your friends were killed by a Wendigo and that I made it instead. Hope you’re not going insane with grief. I’ll send you a card at Christmas!
...yeah. You had no idea what to say to him after months of no contact.
The relationship you had with Mike Munroe was a strange one, to say the least.
None of you were the same after that night on the mountain. The horrors of the mines would be forever entrenched in your head, flashes of the Wendigos appearing every time you closed your eyes. You and Mike were the only ones who made it off, and the guilt you carried everywhere was a burden you knew you couldn’t shoulder. And even after the physical scars had faded, you knew the mental ones never would.
Sometimes you wondered how you had even managed to get involved with the group in the first place — bonds that had been made in your freshman and sophomore years had somehow managed to stay strong enough throughout the rest of high school, strong enough to cement your spot in the friend group and the yearly lodge visits. You liked them all well enough, enough to go up to an isolated mountain with them for a weekend or so, but… yeah. Sometimes you did wonder what the hell you were doing with them.
But now?
Now, you would give almost anything to hear Sam’s laugh or one of her compliments, or tease Ashley and Chris about their very obvious feelings; hell, you found yourself missing Matt’s useless football facts. And even though Emily and Jessica weren’t always the nicest, you still had managed to worm your way into their hearts. Knowing that you would never get Emily’s brutal but helpful advice or get dragged to a football game by Jessica again?
If someone had told you the difference between life-long trauma and a completely normal existence was that blonde girl with the braids in your biology class, you might’ve thought a little harder before accepting that party invite.
The days after you were rescued from the mountain passed in a daze, questions and interrogations from police never sticking for too long. And it didn’t even feel like it mattered, the way none of them seemed to believe you.
They kept you separated from Mike throughout the whole process, and you were only able to catch glances of him when you were being transferred to different rooms throughout the long process. It really was like something out of a horror movie — a group of teens go up to a lodge in the woods, and only two return with a story of unspeakable horrors — and rather than try and work out what had happened, they seemed intent on pinning the deaths on you and Mike.
As if you weren’t dealing with enough after watching your friends get murdered by the monster of another friend, the people that were supposed to be helping you were instead trying to charge you with them. If it wasn’t so fucking infuriating, it would’ve been laughable.
The worst part? You could hardly blame them.
When you took a second to listen to yourself, to what you were spouting to the police, you sounded insane. If you hadn’t witnessed it all first hand, you wouldn’t have believed yourself.
You told them to go down to the mines. That the thing that killed your friends would be down there, and they could see it for themselves.
You didn’t know if that was the right choice. Hell, you might’ve been sending those cops to their deaths. But it was the only way you could think of to get them to believe you.
(You doubted they would go down there anyways. What was the word of two crazy college kids over actual logic? Not much, you imagined.)
You were in that damn interrogation room for what felt like forever until you were finally taken to a hospital to get your wounds treated. But even in the hospital bed, police were by your side asking about what happened every day of your stay. After your discharge, you were forced into custody until they got information that they deemed satisfactory.
By some miracle, you and Mike weren’t charged with anything. The news might’ve gotten hold of your story, but you didn’t know. You didn’t want to know. You didn’t ever look at the news after the tragedy, too afraid that you would see the smiling faces of your friends staring back at you, or pictures of you and Mike with news anchors trying to talk about how involved the two of you were.
If there was one thing worse than going through hell, it was other people trying to make a profit off of your spiral.
Your friends’ families offered their condolences, but not much else. You didn’t hold it against them. Your survivor’s guilt was strong enough to know exactly why they didn’t reach out further.
(You blame yourself for their deaths, after all. Why wouldn’t they?)
It was the same situation with Mike.
Maybe you had purposefully drifted apart from him, trying to build up walls of your own so that he wouldn’t be able to spring it on you first. You assumed he hated you after what had happened, and he had every right to. You might’ve helped each other through the night, but you had no other option. Now, everyone else but you was dead — people he cared about more than you — and you just couldn’t face that.
But as you stared at yourself in your bathroom mirror, you realized that you might have to.
You looked awful.
Weeks of sleepless nights were catching up to you, appearing in the form of
hollow eyes and dark circles, along with a slight discoloration of your skin. The scars from the mountain had mostly healed, but there was a particularly nasty gash on your cheek that was still showing — it wasn’t doing you any favors in the ‘looking completely normal and sane and not severely sleep deprived’ department.
You splashed some water in your face to try and wake up a bit, but the slight drowsiness that followed you everywhere seemed to be a permanent part of you now.
(It was almost funny, in a way. You were so paranoid and alert all the time, unable to fall asleep, and yet it was all you could think about in moments like these. You wondered when irony had become such a staple in your life.)
You had tried talking to therapists, your friends, your family, even searching the internet for advice on what to do after a life changing traumatic event. Nothing had worked.
The simplest solution had come to mind more than once, but you had pushed it aside with the determination to work through this on your own. But now, staring at yourself and seeing how much you had deteriorated…
You had to go talk to the only person who would understand.
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You had considered turning around more than once on the drive over.
Because, really, what the hell were you doing? Showing up at his doorstep in the middle of o dark thirty because— because what?
Because you had a nightmare?
He had gone through the same thing you had, probably even worse. Losing Jessica right in front of him, having to cut off his fingers to get free, spending countless hours alone, dealing with the nightmare that was the sanatorium, and then…
Well, you had been in the mines with him and Josh when it happened. There was no doubt in your mind that the scene replayed in his head endlessly, just like it did for you.
Showing up… it was going to be a mistake. You knew it was.
For all you knew, Mike had moved on already. He was stronger than you, he always had been. Maybe your presence would send him spiraling once more, or maybe it would just earn you a verbal beating like no other. Mike had always been nice enough, but the trauma you had endured was enough to turn a saint into his own worst enemy.
You didn’t know what would happen. You didn’t know anything, and as you turned down his street you regretted more than ever not keeping in touch with him. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in this situation, scrambling after your last hope for salvation after slowly killing yourself over the past few months.
But there was no chance to turn back now, because before you knew it your knuckles were rapping against his front door.
The pause between your arrival and a response was so long that you considered leaving and pretending like this never happened, but just as you began to step back the door swung open.
You didn’t really know what you were expecting, but… he was there. The only other testament to the horrors of Blackwood Pines, and maybe the only person that could help you through this.
“...hi,” you murmured, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat as you looked the personification of your shame in the eye.
Mike blinked a few times, whether to try and wake up a little or out of surprise from his visitor you didn’t know, but it was a few seconds before he responded in kind. “...hey. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you around.”
You chuckled dryly as you nodded. “Yeah. Sorry for the sudden arrival. I’m, uh… I’m kind of surprised you even opened the door.”
He huffed out a short breath in a facsimile of a laugh. “Not getting much sleep these days.”
“That’s something we’ve got in common.” You crossed your arms across your chest and let out a loose sigh, eyes wandering around in an attempt to think of what to say next. It should’ve been so easy, but… but for some reason, it just wasn’t.
“Guess so.” That awkward silence stretched out once more, neither of you knowing how to fill it. Thankfully, Mike continued to take the plunge, but it wasn’t without a slight barb. “What are you doing here?”
“I—” you stopped just as you had begun, because you really didn’t know. You had come here for help, but could Mike really do that for you? He was the same as you — a fucked up teenager trying to deal with something so far beyond him.
“I don’t know,” you admitted as you made eye contact once more. “I… I really don’t know. I’m out of options, and… I can’t keep going like this. So I came here to talk, or— or to try and get some help. I don’t know.”
That same silence filled the air once more, the night ambiance the only thing in between the two of you. You missed when that silence used to be comfortable, but… you could only blame yourself for it.
“So— so, what?” he asked, the beginnings of a frown starting to crease his brows. “You just— we go through all that together up there, and then when we get back down you don’t say a word for months. And now— now, out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, you just show up and ask for help?”
“God,” you muttered. When he put it that way, it was true. It was ridiculous, to expect his help after the way you had just left him to deal with it all on his own for a reason borne of your own insecurity. “You’re right. This was— this was stupid. I’m sorry.”
You had already turned to go when you felt a calloused hand on your shoulder, causing you to stop in your tracks.
“No.” His voice was surprisingly soft as he sighed, stepping back with a shake of his head to make room in the doorway. “No, I—” Mike paused for a moment, as if he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I’m sorry. You can come in. Obviously, you can come in.”
Your eyes widened slightly as you tried to hide your shock at the gesture, but you weren’t about to turn it down. You nodded, and he stepped aside to make space for you to walk in. When you did, you were met with a mess not unlike the one back at your apartment, save for the beer bottles. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly on every surface, so you took a seat on a clean spot on the floor, leaning back against a chair and pulling your knees up to your chest. You actually preferred it this way — it was grounding, in a literal sense. Mike pushed aside a laundry basket and did the same, but pulled one leg up and let the other lay extended.
“Why?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence that had been accumulating once more. “Why did you just…” he gestured around with his hands to try and get his point across but ultimately settled with a sigh. “You didn’t say anything. You didn’t try to text, or call, or write, or— or anything. Hell, I would’ve probably jumped to get a messenger pigeon from you. But it was just… radio silence.”
You picked at the dry skin on your thumbs as you tried to come up with an answer. “I… I don’t know,” you repeated. “It was stupid, and it was horrible of me to leave you alone. I mean… I don’t know why I did it. I know what I’ve been going through, and I know you’ve been going through the same. So I don’t know why I didn’t try to reach out and see how you were doing.”
He chuckled mirthlessly as his eyes swept over the empty bottles that had accumulated on the coffee table. “I’m not the best with alone.”
“I know,” you said quietly. “I thought…” you shook your head as you looked at the ceiling. “I thought that you hated me. I know that you cared about them all more, you were closer to all of them, and… and I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with me. That I would just always be a reminder of what you lost. And… and, I don’t know. Maybe it was my way of trying to move on. Was a stupid fucking idea, though.”
That got a genuine laugh out of him as he ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I get that. I dunno why I didn’t try to talk to you either. Maybe since you didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to either. This whole thing fucked me up.” His gaze moved to you. “Fucked us both up.”
“You can say that again,” you muttered as you tapped your fingers on your knees. “I can’t look anywhere without seeing them. I mean, I see that fucking…” you grimaced. “I see Josh, and I see what that thing did to him, and I just— I’m right back to step one.”
He swallowed hard and nodded. “...yeah. That was seven layers of fucked up.”
“You can’t just keep saying everything was fucked up,” you said dryly. “It was shitty, too.”
Mike snorted, some kind of slightly masochistic humor going on between the two of you. “Nothing really gets the point across like fucked up.”
“Guess you’re right,” you finally conceded with a small smile. “This is… this is nice. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to… I don’t know, to talk to someone like this.”
“It is,” he murmured.
Another pregnant pause hung in the air, but the silence wasn’t as uncomfortable now. Trickles of what it used to be like, of your old life, were beginning to poke through.
“I never hated you,” he said suddenly. Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and it was like his brown eyes were piercing through you as he continued. “I never did. After it happened… yeah, I was mad. I was fucking pissed, but it was never at you. You were my friend too, y’know? Even though we weren’t that close, we were still… we were still something. And I’m glad you made it. I just wish you hadn’t convinced yourself that you had to go through this alone. Maybe things would’ve turned out different, these past few months. For both of us.”
You nodded, choosing to avert eye contact first because you almost couldn’t handle the sincerity. Your heart sank a bit at the sight of all the beer bottles, and you knew that he was right. Maybe things would’ve been different if the two of you had weathered it together from the start. And so you said that.
“I still can’t help but feel like I’m to blame for—” you gestured around at the mess with a sigh, “for this.”
“Look.” His voice was raspy as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, and as he met your eyes once more you were able to see how truly exhausted he was. With dark circles that matched your own, scars that were still healing, and a certain hollowness behind his eyes… It was like looking in a mirror. And it made you realize how fucked up the two of you had really become.
Mike had always been good at holding himself together, putting up his signature egotistical-douchebag-jock act in the face of anything that threatened to tear him down, and more often than not he came out victorious. But not even class presidents were immune to the horrors that they had faced, and it was taking more of a toll on him than you had realized.
“It’s not your fault. You— you did everything you could; I know I’m still alive because of you. Besides, we were idiot teenagers — we still are — and none of them deserved to die because of it. Not Hannah, not Beth, not any of them.” Mike shook his head and sighed. “Not even Josh. Man was fucked up even before all of this, but he didn’t deserve what happened to him. He needed help, but instead he got his fucking… god. I can’t even say it. But he didn’t deserve it.”
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, the subconscious process having stopped because of the weight of his words. It was cliche, but you didn’t know how much you needed to hear those four words: it’s not your fault.
“Maybe you should be my therapist,” you joked weakly. But as you let your eyes trail back to Mike you bit your lip. He hadn’t included himself in that statement, and it wasn’t too hard to figure out why.
“Mike… it wasn’t your fault either. You’re not just saying bullshit to try and make yourself feel better, it really wasn’t your fault. What do they say? ‘Getting through your guilt is the first step to recovery’ or some shit? You deserve to be here just as much as I do.”
“But it was,” he insisted. “It’s easy for you to say that. You tried to stop it, I… I just went along with it. Fuck, I started it all. Hannah and Beth went missing because of me, Josh went out of his fuckin’ mind, and if he hadn’t brought us all back up there for his revenge plot then they wouldn’t have died. How is it not my fault? Why do I get to live when all of them died because of me?”
“Mike,” you sighed. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know why we made it back when none of them did, but it’s not your fucking fault, okay? You— yeah, that prank was fucking stupid, but— but how could you know what was going to happen?” You huffed a laugh that was only slightly unhinged. “People pull pranks all the time. Native American legend cannibal spirit things don’t try to kill people all the time. You can’t keep blaming yourself. It’s not going to help them, and it’s not going to help you.”
That silence stretched out once more as he took in your words. You didn’t know if he believed them or not, but you did. That had to be worth something, right?
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he muttered, breaking the silence once more. “And I… I don’t know. I don’t know why it took almost fucking dying from those goddamn things, a— and seeing what happened to all of them...”
“I don’t know,” he repeated, leaning back against the foot of the sofa. “All the shit that happened, all of them dying — I don’t know how long it’ll take until we’re okay again. Hell, I don’t even know if we ever will be okay again. What happened up there was fucked up in the worst way, and the fact that no one believes us makes it a hell of a lot worse.”
You chuckled darkly as you cupped one hand in the other. “You can say that again.”
His lips twitched for a moment as if he wanted to smile but ultimately thought better of it. “I know we aren’t that close anymore, but the truth is we’re the only ones on this fuckin’ planet that know what really happened up there. We’re the only ones that will ever really understand what happened to us, and… and I think we’re the only ones that can really help each other through this shit.”
He met your eyes once more, something resolute in them. “So the next time this happens, because it will, if you don’t want to be alone… you can come here. Any time, any day, no questions asked. Just knock on that door, and I will be there. No more isolation, no more trying to get through this on our own. We gotta be there for each other, because we’re all we have.”
You nodded gratefully, a feeling of warmth slowly creeping through your body with his reassurance. “Thank you, Mike. You… you have no idea what this means to me.”
“I think I have some clue,” he murmured.
As you exchanged weary smiles, you saw a faint twinkle in Mike’s eyes. He was always the kind of person to help others, even if it was for the wrong reasons, and that was one thing that stuck with him after the disaster. And in that moment, a long lost feeling washed over you — safety.
You hadn’t felt safe in… well, it seemed like forever. Adrenaline and pure instinct were responsible for getting you through those twelve hours, along with an overwhelming wave of numbness and denial. But once all of that wore off, the nightmares had begun. Your friends, the Wendigos, the mountain itself — anything and everything that your mind could use against you, it did.
It was a living hell. You could hardly ever sleep anymore, horrific images always jolting you awake after an hour or two and keeping you awake for the rest of the day. It was no wonder Mike had ended up with a drinking problem — it was probably the only way he could sleep, the only way he could bring some form of peace to his mind. By some miracle, you had avoided that fate, but… you would be lying if you said you hadn’t come close.
But somehow, for some reason, you could tell that things were going to be different. Now that you and Mike weren’t avoiding each other anymore in the name of painful memories… you felt like things were going to be okay. Or as close to okay as you could get these days.
You weren’t alone, and neither was he.
He had saved your life on the mountain more than once. Now, he was saving you again. Just in a different way.
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