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Don't Feed the Monkeys Crawl

By: Annilucy88

(saving-word-crawls note: This one is EXTREMELY long. Be warned.)

Do Not Feed the Monkeys Writing Crawl By Enn

Intro Read from here if this is your first time playing. If you already know the rules, skip to The Game below.

This is a long crawl, based on the computer game Do Not Feed the Monkeys (which I highly suggest checking out if you’re not familiar with it, especially if you like this crawl). And I really do mean long - my test run of the crawl included 8 hours of writing tasks, plus an hour or so spent on non-writing activities, plus maybe 4k written in other prompts and writing tasks.

This is a crawl for those who enjoy dares and prompts along with their word wars and sprints. If you really want to you can skip and and all word prompts, but… I mean, there are a thousand crawls for that. This is also an interactive game-style crawl, meaning some note-taking will be required as you play it, though there are two paths you can take - one with a full gaming experience, and one with reduced resource management tasks so you can focus on your writing. You don’t need to have played the game in order to understand or enjoy this crawl, but it contains huge spoilers for the game, and having an understanding of the game may enrich the experience of the crawl.

Also, while the game and crawl are PG and sparse on details, there do involve some darker and more controversial stories, including violence, verbal abuse, implied physical abuse and murder of prisoners, political activists, and children, implied animal abuse, and implied sexual exploitation, as well as explicit fraud, Hitler parody, alcoholism and driving drunk (resulting in at least one death), pregnancy, and some themes you may find blasphemous. They are all easily avoided with a simple re-roll of your dice, but heads up if you feel the need to avoid any of those things. This is also an LGBTQ+ and polyamory friendly crawl and game, so if you oppose those, go in peace, but do please go <3

Now, without further ado – enjoy!

Day 1

“Dear New Member. Following a strict vetting process, your membership application has been approved. Welcome to our club for wildlife enthusiasts! Remember: DO NOT FEED THE MONKEYS.”

Write for three minutes as you wait for the computer to load up. While the programs finish installing, let me explain the rules of observation to you.

You will begin with four cages, each containing at least one human primate. They live their lives, unaware of your presence. From time to time, you’ll be asked questions about them, or have the opportunity to influence their lives, but watch carefully! Certain things only happen at certain times of day, and these times will vary from cage to cage. Whenever a time, or the passage of time, is being discussed in relation to a cage, assume we’re referring to in-game time, not real-world time. Note as well that sometimes things will happen in multiple cages at once, say a phone call in one and a meeting in another. It’s possible to combine tasks to do two cages at once, but no more than that, and you cannot combine tasks such as sleeping and working with watching the cages.

Speaking of, yes, you will also need to eat and sleep. If you’re uninterested in the gaming aspect of this crawl, you can skip this part and go to the next italicized section, a few paragraphs below. Otherwise, read on. Each day you must eat something and sleep for at least 6 hours. You can survive skipping food one day, but twice in a row will kill you. If you don’t sleep, you’ll pass out and lose the first 8 hours of the next day (9am until 5pm). You’ll also need to buy food – one day’s worth of food is $40, and you’ll need to spend an hour going to the store any time you pick up a day’s meal (though you can pick up multiple meals at once. With careful planning, you’ll only need one or two store trips in your playthrough). You’ll need to pay $90 rent every three days as well, and if you miss your rent payment three days in a row, you’ll be arrested and the game will end. In other words, rent is due on the 3rd, 6th, 9th, 12th, and 15th. If you don’t pay on the 3rd you can pay on the 4th or 5th, but if it’s not paid by then, she’ll be back with a police officer on the 6th, and it’ll be too late.

Now, you start the game with $90 and one day of food, but naturally, you’ll need an income. Each day you’ll have the option of three random jobs, plus any special jobs you’ve unlocked. Roll a D6 to see what you get – 1 or 2 is a mini job (2 hours), 3 or 4 is a medium job (4 hours), and 5 or 6 is a day shift (8 hours). Then roll 1D20 per hour and round to the nearest $10 to see how much you get paid. For example, if I roll a 3 on a D6, this means a 4 hour shift. I then roll 4D20 and get 19, 18, 20, and 19 (where the heck were these rolls when I was getting my butt kicked by a balrog yesterday? Sigh…) to give me a combined total of 76 which rounds to $80.

Alternatively, roll a D20 3 times a day to pick three from the list below:

2 hours, $30

2 hours, $10

2 hours, $30

2 hours, $20

2 hours, $30

2 hours, $20

4 hours, $30

4 hours, $40

4 hours, $50

4 hours, $30

4 hours, $40

8 hours, $80

8 hours, $60

8 hours, $110

8 hours, $80

8 hours, $90

Special jobs are always $50 for 2 hours of work. Not bad!

All of this means you will need to keep track of your time, food, and money, not just your wordcount, throughout this crawl. If you’re feeling overwhelmed you can go ahead and skip the food/rent/work aspects of the crawl. If decided earlier that you wanted to pass on the gaming, at least for this playthrough, resume reading here.

You may also find it easier if you keep notes on each cage regarding whether it’s open, closed, inactive, or you’re waiting for something, but that’s up to you. You’ll also want to keep track of how many times you choose a “good” moral choice and how many times you choose a “bad” one. They’re pretty obvious when you come to them, if it’s not an obvious moral choice to you, then don’t count it. If this sounds like a lot to keep track of but you still want to try and play the crawl as a game, I’ll include a template for each day with daily jobs and a cage-tracker, in a separate comment.

Most cages will give you the normal writing challenges such as sprints and world wars, but you’ll also get word prompts for each cage. These prompts will come in groups, for instance, “ Group: word, another word, more words, and maybe a phrase.” You don’t need to use the bold group name, but all of the other words must appear in your writing if you want to use that word group in the cage. Unlocking word groups will unlock different actions and endings within each cage, but not all will be needed for each cage. For instance, if you want the best ending for Cage 1, Writers in the Basement, you will need to use all of the word prompts from the Sadness, Happiness, Writers for Hire, and Fiona Bates word groups. This means you must use those words somewhere in your novel in order to unlock those word groups and use them in your gamified crawl. If you want the special job from that cage, you must unlock the Fiona Bates, Writers for Hire, and Fluids word groups. If you want the morally Good ending, you don’t need to unlock anything: you just need the ability to record the cage.

Finally, most cages will require you to research some of the things you’ve learned. For instance, you might learn a primate’s name and need to research them to find their contact information, or you might hear the lyrics of a song and need to look them up to find the title. You may choose from the following tasks any time you are asked to research:

Write for 10 minutes

Word war for 10 minutes

Write to the nearest 1,000 words

Finish your current scene

The Game Read from here if you already know the rules and are re-playing the crawl.

Ahh, Monkey Vision 2.1 has finally finished installing! You start at Level 1: Friend of the Monkeys. To begin, choose two active cages, and any two inactive cages. If you want authenticity, use a random number generator of some sort to choose two numbers between 1 and 20 (active cages) and 1 and 28 (inactive cages). You’ll find all of the cages listed further below in their own comments.

It wasn’t easy, maskedMaiden says in her messages to you, but you got in! You’re part of the elite. Thank her later, lol. She’ll tell you much the same as I have – make sure you sleep and eat, and watch your finances, as you’ll need a lot of money to progress with your new hobby. See, on Day 6 you’ll have an assessment, and you’ll need 9 cages to pass. Each cage costs $50, so that’s $250 you’ll need to spend to pass your club evaluation. As if there’s not already enough to juggle and pay for! Any time you buy a new cage, toss a coin – heads, it’s an active cage, tails, it’s inactive. Pick a random number on the active or inactive cage list to see what you get. New cages go live at 9am, and CANNOT be accessed in any way before that.

On Day 2 you’ll be more or less left to your own devices, but you’ll unlock something new – cage recording for $20! It’s well worth it, as a lot of options require video evidence.

Also, if you’re home between 10am and 4pm at any time, Wylon’s Witnesses will appear at your door and tell you all about their beliefs. This will include giving you a little house plant. It doesn’t need feeding or watering, but instead it’ll thrive on good deeds and turn black and gnarly when you do evil. If you’re not in the house when they knock, don’t worry – they’ll return many more times throughout the first half of the game, desperate to get you.

You’ll also get an email from the Money Overseers explaining that from time to time, you’ll be contacted with a request for special information on a particular cage. You’ll typically get paid $80 for these, unless the cage specifies otherwise. Typically you’ll get the email asking for information the day after you open the cage, and it’ll stay open until the cage closes.

Nothing will happen on Day 3 , 'cept your rent is due. On Day 4 you’ll get a slightly (though only slightly) less annoying guest – your dishevelled upstairs neighbour, who always needs a few bucks (usually $5) for some reason or another (never a good one). Giving him the money counts as a good deed, so have a character give to a charitable cause and smile. Telling him to buzz off doesn’t count as a bad deed or anything, you just don’t get the karma boost.

Day 5. Today will set a “generic day” frame. At the start of each day, toss two coins. Two tails, you get a visit from the neighbour, two heads, you get a visit from the postman, who has a package for your neighbour and has mistakenly brought it to you. Correcting him counts as a good deed ( sprint to the end of For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow - YouTube), and doing it three times will unlock the Mail Carrier special job. Keeping the object, obviously, counts as an immoral act, but you get to keep whatever’s in there.

Roll a D12 to see what you receive:

A brick: Include a brick in your story, and feel free to sell this one for $10.

Cherry pie: Have a character bake or eat one. Yum! It must be good, because it sells for $30.

Chloroform: Receiving this package will automatically make you fall asleep for 6 hours, and cannot be sold. Write karma biting a character in the butt.

Christmas lights: Festive! You can sell them for $20.

Cocaine: You can sell this for $9,000, which sounds great, but you’ll immediately get arrested, which will end the game, so I’d suggest against it. Have a character think better of a decision (or include cocaine in your story , if you’d prefer)

Red flowers : Can be sold for $20, so long as you include a red bouquet in your story.

White flowers: Can be sold for $30, so long as you include white flowers in your story.

Yellow flowers: Can be sold for $10, so long as you include said flowers in your story.

A live heart: Sell for $100 and don’t ask any questions.

Orthopaedic leg: Hope no one will miss this – include an amputee in your story and sell for $35.

Skull X-Ray: I wonder who’s this is? Have a character get an X-ray (or some other medical procedure, if you’re in an x-ray tech free world) and sell the scan for $20.

Urn with ashes: Sell for $26, and have a character pay respects to the dead. When nothing else happens on a day, this is what you’ll be doing instead. Or when you already have other stuff going, you can still toss your coins and see if you get any visitors, it’s up to you.

Day 6 - This is the day of your first evaluation. Today, you will either reach Level 2, or your crawl will end here.

Did you purchase the extra cages you needed to advance? You should now have 9 cages in total, including the 4 you started with. If not, write for 10 minutes as you are cast aside, back to world of your fellow monkeys.

If you do have the 9 cages you required, congratulations! Sprint for a song of your choice to celebrate. Now you need to start saving towards 16 cages, for your next level up on Day 11.

Two new features are now unlocked for you - ProOwlMart, which will allow you to buy and send items to monkeys (assuming you know their addresses), and night vision, which will allow you to see certain events you otherwise wouldn’t be able to (such as Red Fred’s appearance, the trihorn dear, and the creepy doll in the basement.) Night vision costs $20 to unlock, while market items are individually priced.

Oh yeah, and don’t forget rent is due today.

Finally, you get another message from your friend, maskedMarion. She’s done it! She’s reached the top! It’s… it’s…

…oh…

…goodbye, my friend.

And that’s the last you’ll hear from her.

Day 7 is a Generic Days, and day 8 is only interesting because you’ll get two completely inconsequential visitors – your Totally Normal new neighbours (the FBI), and your Wylon’s Witness friends, who want to check on your plant. That’s it, nothing else will happen. Days 8, 9, and 10 will all be Generic Days with only the cages and your management skills to keep you occupied, but don’t forget you’ll need to keep buying cages, reading for day 11!

Day 11 is the day of your next assessment. Do you have the 16 cages you need? If so, congratulations! Sprint to 3 songs of your choosing to celebrate. If not, your journey ends here – write for 15 minutes as you bitterly reflect on how close you came.

Assuming you’re still with us, write on. Your new goal is 24 cameras by Day 16. Remember, this is per camera, not per cage, so the cages with two cameras count as two.

Days 12, 13, and 14 will be Generic Days, though Day 15 will bring a visit from Wylon’s Witnesses. How have you done? Were most of your choices morally good ones, or morally bad? Or was it a mixed bag? If you’ve had a pretty evil playthrough, sprint to Bad to the Bone BAD TO THE BONE - YouTube as you shoo them away. If you’re meh, sprint for 10 minutes while you explain your choices to them. If you’ve been a goody goody this crawl, then spring ode to joy Beethoven 9 - Ode to Joy #beethovenforall - YouTube while you receive The Book of Wylon (which you can keep, or sell for $150).

This brings us, of course, to day 16. The day of your final evaluation.

Do you have all of the cameras you need? You should now have 24 in total.

If not, write at your own pace to one hour of sad music WHEN THE LAST HOPE RUNS OUT - Sad Emotional Music Mix | Powerful Emotive Instrumental Music - YouTube (yes I know that’s 71 minutes, sue me, I like it) as you lament your fall from greatness.

If you have, however, sprint for 1 hour to the music of your choice as you celebrate. You did it! You won!

But how much did you win? What level of monkey greatness have you achieved?

Did you close all of your cages? It’s okay if you still have one, maybe two, open. But are the rest closed? If you have more than two cages open, go to Ending 1.

If you’ve closed all (or almost all) of your cages, how was your morality this crawl? Were you cruel, or just “meh”? In other words, were at least half of your actions morally good, or were the bad or ambiguous? If you acted with kindness throughout the crawl, go to Ending 3. Otherwise, it’s Ending 2.

Ending 1: The Hum Drum Monkey

The club sends you a card, telling you it’ll lead you to exactly where you need to go. You follow it faithfully… and it leads you to the local zoo, to a broken, old gorilla, with sad eyes, sitting in it’s own filth and surrounded by soggy peanuts. It looks up, locks eyes with you, and offers you it’s sad snack, and you realize you are indeed exactly where the club thinks you should be…

Sprint angrily for 5 minutes to accept your place, or write 200 words to start again…

Ending 2: The Tame Monkey

The club sends you instructions. Stay where you are. Do what you’re doing. Eat, sleep, work, pay rent, do not feed the monkeys. Continue as you have been, in your position of power, watching the animals in their cages. This is your life now.

Plod through 1 hour of writing to accept it, or feed the word eater to fight and start again…

Ending 3: The Enlightened Monkey

The club sends you nothing but a summons, and you just know it’s time to go. You feel yourself rising, ascending, up, up through the building, through the air, through the clouds, to join your true peers as otherworldly overlords.

Write as long as you’d like from your new position, or simply stretch and roll your shoulders to start again…

Active Cages:

Pick a random number – 1 to 20

Cage 1 – Writers in the Basement AKA Ghost Writers

This cage consists of 4 monkeys, with a 5th who visits once daily. This cage is the work area of writers-for-hire, employed by an abusive boss, Fiona Bates.

Your word prompts for this cage are:

Writers for Hire: uses, talent, coffee maker, typewriter, salary, pay, creativity

Fiona Bates: Slave driver, witch, self-help, wise, sensitive

Sadness: depression, cry, sorrow, pain

Happiness: Healthy, joy, well-being, cool

Fluids: urine, excrement, sweat, drool

Complicated Words: Metaphysics, deconstruction, archetypal, dialectics

This cage will remain open until you close it, or until you finish your play-through of this crawl. The cage has a repetitive daily schedule, and thus is fairly easy to beat. The daily schedule is thus:

10am: The writers will arrive, chat for an hour, and then fall silent as they get to work. Word War for 5 minutes as they chat.

3pm: The writers take a break, chat for an hour, and then return to their silent work. Take a break and stretch or walk around for five minutes as the Monkeys rest.

7pm: One of the writers, Gus, will receive a phone call from Fiona Bates’s office. Sprint for 5 minutes as they rush to finish before the boss arrives.

8pm: Fiona Bates will arrive and yell at the writers for one hour, before leaving them to return to work. Feed to Word Eater as the beast rages.

Midnight: The writers get ready to leave, after a little more conversation. Write for 10 minutes at your own pace to wind down.

This cage is fairly simple to complete – if you have unlocked the ability to record cages, you can close the cage in a moral way on the very first night!

First, all endings require you to complete the Writers for Hire and Fiona Bates word groups, which you can do by using all relevant word prompts and performing two rounds of research (see the research tasks near the beginning of the crawl). Then, if you have the ability to record the cage, you can unlock:

Ending 1: Write for 15 minutes to record Fiona Bates abusing her staff during her 8pm visit and send the footage to Shock TV. This will end Fiona’s career and earn you $100. Have a character do a good deed to close the cage.

Otherwise, you can wait until you have the ability to record (nothing will change in the cage) or you can try:

Ending 2: Call Gus and pay him $150 to quit working for Fiona, and come work for you instead! You then get to choose the title of your book, using the other word groups (sadness, happiness, fluids, and complicated words) that you have unlocked through using the word prompts (no research is required for these).

Book 1: Happiness + Sadness (or Sadness + Happiness): Audiences love a good dichotomy! Write for 1 hour to finish your masterpiece, and cash in a cool $350 for your success.

Book 2: Happiness + Happiness : Hey, audiences like to be happy, too. Write to the nearest 1,000 words to earn $250.

Book 3: Fiona Bates + Anything Else : It sells well, but you’re immediately sued for all profit by Fiona and will lose everything. You get a special job though: septic tank cleaner!

Book 4: Anything else: This will result in a flop, with no money recovered. Sorry friend, better luck next time. Write at your own pace for 5 minutes as you walk it off and move on. You still get the special job, though!

This cage also has a study question – what is the name of the “alpha female” of this cage? You can answer this once you have unlocked and completed the Fiona Bates word group.

Cage 2 – Polish Apartment AKA Foreign Lady Apartment

TW for implied sexual exploitation

This cage consists of a woman named Peole Zmeriss, and her unnamed brother. This cage is comprised of two separate rooms, so you will need the second camera to learn anything more than her name. This cage is not time sensitive – you can complete it any day you’d like.

Your word prompts for this cage are:

Cows – cattle, steer, livestock, farm. The optional secondary prompt is have a scene take place on a farm.

Sex – spanking, passionate kiss, make me yours, pleasure. The optional secondary prompt is include a kinky sex scene (how explicit is up to you).

Love – I love you, hope, dear, jealous. The optional secondary prompt is include a wedding or a similar devotion ceremony.

Hatred – revenge, enemy, drop dead, sourpuss. The optional secondary prompt is include a story from r/NuclearRevenge in your writing.

Here’s her schedule:

10am – Peole will take a call. To learn her name, write for 5 minutes to eavesdrop on her phone call, then research her at your leisure to find her phone number. You’ll need that later. You do not need the second camera to do this part, only the right time.

3pm: You WILL need the second camera for this part. Peole will go into the second room to watch Autumn Place , her favourite TV show, which she is using to learn to speak English. After an hour, her brother will appear, scold her for watching television instead of working, and Peole will leave the room for a moment and return wearing a Dominatrix outfit, then leave.

8pm: Same as 3pm above.

You can study her for 1 in-game hour at 3pm and 8pm to learn a few words each time. Sprint to 10 minutes each hour to take notes on her language, and their translated words. Alternatively, you can do the secondary prompts for each word group (found above) to learn that word group instantly. You need to study her for 2 days to learn 1 word group, 3 days to learn 2, and 4 days to learn all 4. Roll a D4 to figure out which word group you learn – 1 is Cows, 2 is Sex, 3 is Love, and 4 is Hatred. The ending you get is based on the words you use when you contact Peole.

Once you have the word group you want, proceed to your ending:

Ending 1 : Call Peole and speak to her about cows. She’ll buy a cow and put it in the kitchen. Umm… yay? Write for 30 minutes as you try and figure out what’s going on.

Ending 2: Speak to Peole about sex and she’ll visit your apartment. You can pay her $50 for kinky sex, and she’ll leave her whip. Write for 30 minutes to music of your choice while you distract yourself from what’s going on in the other room. You can sell the whip for $30, if you’d like.

Ending 3 : Calling to talk about Love will prompt Peole’s brother to move out and an older man to move in, which she seems happy about. It’ll also unlock a special job for you, Etepier Ri Namraduz. Obviously we can only speculate what the job is. Write a happy ending for your story , even if you have some other ending planned out.

Ending 4: If you call and talk to Peole about Hatred, she’ll murder her brother, then turn herself in. Afterwards, she’ll call, speak to you in her language, give you $200, and laugh. Write a sinister ending or plot twist for your story.

Any of these will close the cage.

Cage 3: The Forest

A peaceful forest, filled with rabbits and squirrels, and, at night, a group of exceptionally rare trihorn deer! Though you’ll need to have night vision unlocked to see them. This cage is not time sensitive, you can complete it any time you like.

The word prompts for this cage are county, deer, rabbit, squirrel, wild, shotgun, trophy, and hunters. These are all part of the same word group.

From the cage itself you can find and research the co-ordinates. From there, you can research the location to learn that they have a real problem with hunters – write for another five minutes as you take notes.

Once you have night vision unlocked, you can sprint for 5 minutes any time during the night to quickly snap a video of the deer, which you can use to research them as well. Turns out those deer are in high demand - the hunters nearby will pay handsomely for a tip about the deer’s location.

Now you have to make a choice:

Ending 1: Contact the hunters, show them your video, and tell them the location. Sprint for 15 minutes while you chat with them, then word war for 15 minutes while you wrestle with your conscience. The next night they will show up on the camera and kill the deer, and the next day they’ll send you a hunting trophy, which you can sell for $130. You can also record the slaughter (with another 5 minute sprint) and send it to shock TV for another $70.

Ending 2: Do nothing. Nothing changes, and any time you wish, you can come and relax in nature for 15 minutes of writing at your own pace or to take a short break and meditate to this video (15 minute woodland meditation) 15 MINUTES of Flowing Water and Nature Sounds - Mindfulness Meditation *Relaxing *Soothing - YouTube

This cage also comes with a study question – what is the location of the cage? You can complete this once you have researched the location and used the word prompts.

Cage 4: The Gas Station

Exactly what it sounds like – this is a gas station where different cars come and go. This cage is not time sensitive – you can complete it any time you’d like.

Your word prompts for this cage are:

Heaven Hills – liberal, climate, hills, gas, night

Colin Trewin – indecent exposure, lewd acts, collision, speed limit, excess

Loco trucker – crash, gas, naked, night, symphorophilia (if you’d prefer, you can show or allude to symphorophilia happening, rather than trying to use the word. Symphorophilia is arousal at setting up and/or watching a tragedy unfold, such as a car accident)

Kimberly Pegg – nuclear bunker, survival, militia, weapons

You can learn the location from the station exterior, then research it to find out more. Any time a car comes through – which will be many times each day and night – roll a D20. On a 1-19 you have the option to research the vehicle registration number, but nothing interesting will come of it.

On a roll of 20, a truck comes through with a lot of damage and a person stuck on the hood. Do you usual research to look up the vehicles owner, or do those PLUS a 10 minute sprint to record the vehicle and victim first. From here you’ll learn he has a lengthy history of getting in crashes and generally causing problems as “the Loco Trucker.”

Ending 1 : If you recorded the truck you’ll already be able to close the cage – send the video to shock TV ( take a short break while you wait to hear back ) and they’ll send you $140 for it. The drivers will then get murdered, but hey, you didn’t do that. Write for 5 minutes to wash your hands of their deaths.

Alternatively, once you’ve completed the word prompts for The Loco Trucker, you will open two more endings:

Ending 2: Call the trucker and convince him to turn himself in by winning a 30 minute word war .

Ending 3: Call him, but instead of convincing him to turn himself in, sprint for 15 minutes to blackmail him. He will send you $30 daily.

You have another option though, if you want to do a little more research however - dig a little deeper into the internet research and find Kimberly Pegg and her word group.

Ending 4: If you have Kimberly’s word group and a video of the van, you can send her the video and she’ll murder the driver. Write to the end of your scene while you ponder whether you made the right choice.

Cage 5: The Greenhouse

This cage has two rooms, the first showing a monkey watering plants whilst repeating song lyrics, the second showing a massive Little Shop of Horrors style plant that clones the man, over and over. Obviously, you need to have purchased the second cam to see this second room. This cage is not time sensitive – you can complete it any time you like.

The word prompts for this room are:

Plant - stem, pot, merry, pea, fertilizer

Gardener - I love you, happy heart, butterflies, fly, flowers

The schedule for the cage is: 9am to 11am – the gardener (and his clones, in later days) water the plants and sing. 1pm to 3pm – same as before, the gardener and his clones water the plants and sing. 6pm to 9pm – once again, the garden and his clones work and sing. 7pm – 8pm – the giant plant in the second room gives birth to a new clone.

First, you need to write for 20 minutes to write down all of the lyrics for the song, and then research the rest. You’ll need that later to close the cage.

Second, you must unlock the second camera and witness the birth of a clone to find out the identity of the gardener. Write for 15 minutes as you record what you can and then research the plant’s victim.

Third, you must call the gardener and sing the correct lyrics to the song to break him out of his mind-control and communicate with him properly. Sprint for 1 minute, 3 times, to correctly remember the lyrics. The gardener will beg you to send a potent weed killer called Eco Psycho, for $50. Write for 5 minutes if you wish to do so, but you’ll also be contacted by The Green Giant – the plant in the second room – and asked if you’ve sent the weed killer. Word war for 15 minutes to decide your ending.

If you win, you get Ending 1 : you resist the green menace and deny sending the plant killer, resulting in the plant’s destruction and a $190 reward.

If you lose, you get Ending 2: you confess your actions and the plan accelerates its world domination, leading to the end of the game (and your crawl). But it’s okay – if you’d like, you can always do another word war and try again.

Alternatively you can simply refuse to send the weed killer, and nothing will come of it. The cage remains open, and the plant continues pumping out mind controlled clones.

This cage also has a study question – what is the address of the greenhouse? You can answer this question once you research the gardener and unlock his word group.

Cage 6: Recording Studio AKA homage to David Bowie TW for drug addiction and chronic illness

An ageing music legend can be seen in the first of two cameras for this cage, trying and failing to complete a new song. Only unlocking the second cage will reveal why. This cage IS time sensitive – the focal character will die after four days, regardless of your actions

Your word prompts for this cage are:

Music Legend – gold records, guitars, awards, posters, lower the curtain

Sunny shore – sand, sunshine, beach, birthplace, tourists, dump

Chemical Cosmic Angel – pain, compassion, help

Here’s the schedule for the cage:

2pm to 5pm – the first recording session of the day, viewed on the first camera

10pm to 1am – the second recording session, also viewed on the first camera

1am to 3am – the legend will call someone, presumably his doctor or manager, about pain management

You will need to listen in on at least one day’s worth of recording sessions ( write for 15 minutes each ) to figure out who the man is, followed by some research at the end of the day. From there you will also need and two days of phone conversations ( write 100 words each day to get all of the information you need) and a little more research both days (as in, two rounds of research) to figure out where he’s living. You will also realise during the course of these events that the music legend, Ethan Edge, is dying from a terribly painful terminal illness which is preventing him from finishing his final work, and he can’t get proper pain medication due to his history of drug abuse.

Once you’ve completed this, you’ll be able to spend $50 to send Ethan some high end pain meds. Regardless of your actions after this, the next day he will complete his song, and you won’t see him again. The newspaper will reveal he has passed away from his illness. Your endings are thus:

Ending 1 : Do not send Ethan the medication in time, and he will pass away without finishing his final work.

Ending 2: Send Ethan the meds and observe his next recording session with another 15 minutes of writing. He’ll finally finish his song, and this time he’ll mention a Cosmic Chemical Angel in the lyrics. Sprint for 5 minutes as soon as he’s done to call him and mention the Cosmic Chemical Angel, and he’ll realise you’re the one who helped him and will send you a gold record, which you can sell for $300.

Ending 3: Send Ethan the meds, but miss the ensuing recording session and/or don’t call him, he’ll still finish his album and still die, but you’ll get nothing. 'Cept a warm and fuzzy feeling, perhaps.

Regardless of your ending, finish by sprinting to Lazarus by David Bowie David Bowie - Lazarus (Video) - YouTube while you mourn the passing of a legend.

This cage also comes with a study question – the address of the music studio. You can answer this once you’ve done all of your research and unlocked the appropriate word groups.

Cage 7: Pharaoh’s Bust

A crowd of visitors is gathered in front of a Pharaoh bust in a museum. This cage not time sensitive.

The word prompts for this cage are priceless, bust, exhibition, museum, and visitor.

This cage can be completed simply by studying the cage with 1 minute of writing, then researching the bust you see, then researching the man in charge of the exhibition.

There is only one way to close the cage: your employers will contact you asking for the exhibition manager’s phone number, and when you give it to them, the bust will be stolen and swapped for a forgery, and shortly afterwards, the cage will close.

This cage can only be closed with the Special Observation question, i.e. the phone number of the exhibition manager. This will net you $200 after the cage has closed.

Cage 8: The Phony Philanthropist

An old lady lives in what appears to be a run down little apartment, where she receives many donations from visitors, supposedly for the poor. Something’s… off, about her, however. A second camera will reveal what, so naturally you need to unlock that before you can see what she’s up to – she’s stashing the money in a hidden safe full of ill gained wealth! However, you do not need the second camera to close the cage. This cage is not time limited, so take your time.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Hidden safe – gold, jewels, secret door, treasures, roll of bills, hidden

Revenue Service – taxes, good citizen, complaint

Philanthropist – sacrifice, needy, donation, lies, poor, slander, charitable contribution, cash, generosity

Auction items – good Samaritans, china set, rug, eggs, dysfunctional family, painting

The old lady’s schedule looks something like this: 10am – a visitor arrives to make a donation. 1pm – she says goodbye to her visitor, and goes to her safe 3pm – she leaves her safe, and then leaves the house 4pm – she returns home 7pm – another visitor comes, and again she greets them 10pm – the visitor leaves, and she returns to her safe once more

Shortly after unlocking this cage, the organization behind Monkey Vision will contact you asking what time the old lady is out of her house. Sprint for 1 minute at 4pm to find out. Once you have this information, you can proceed with:

Ending 1: A masked man appears while the apartment is empty and commit a burglary. The old lady will end up in an asylum.

Ending 2 : Write for 5 minutes as you take down the wrong time, and give that instead. The same masked man will appear, but the old lady will be assaulted and end up in a coma instead.

Alternatively, you can study her twice whilst she’s taking visitors and whilst she’s in her safe (which requires the second camera). Word war for 15 minutes per visit, and sprint to the nearest 1,000 whilst she’s in her safe. Be sure to sprint for five minutes to record her going into the safe, too. This will unlock the Philanthropist and Hidden Safe word groups, and you can research these to find out who she is. From here, you can unlock:

Ending 3: Write for 5 minutes to call the old lady and tell her what you know. You can easily blackmail her for money (she’ll send $220) or an auction item (which you can sell for $190). Ominous scratches will appear on your door afterwards, implying the old lady is out for your blood. You’ll also get a warning from your employers – if you get another, your crawl will be over. Remember, we do not feed the monkeys. Write for 30 minutes to smooth things over and pretend the scratches were there when you moved in.

Or you can research further to find information for the Taxes and Revenue service, and their contact information. Assuming you have a video of Amelia entering the safe, you can now call them to trigger:

Ending 4: Revenue Services take care of the old fraudster if you send them a video and give them the old woman’s information. They’ll reward you with $160, and the old lady will end up in an asylum. Have a character air the truth to close this cage.

Obviously endings 1 and 2 are the result of a Special Study question, which will earn you $200 if you answer correctly (nothing if you don’t). This closes the cage, so you won’t have the opportunity to pursue other endings.

Cage 9: The Attic AKA The Photographer TW for sexual exploitation

This cage shows an attic, where a monkey will appear several times a day to secretly take nude photo’s of a celebrity through her window. This cage is not time dependent – you can work on it whenever you like. You also don’t need a second camera or night vision, though you will need to be able to record the cage for some of the endings.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Attic – empty boxes, mannequin, windows, skis, mouse

Actress – film, movie, teens, leading lady, princess, cotton

Sneaked photos – flash, camera, photographs, topless, naked, mirror, nude

Driver – Limousine, cap, drive, speed limit, floor it

Money – big bucks, fortune, dollars, gold, black market

The photographer will do her dirty deeds four times a day – 9am, 1pm, 4pm, and 9pm, for 1 hour each time.

There’s actually a very quick and easy way to close this cage with a little bit of profit, assuming you have the ability to record already unlocked:

Ending 1: Sprint for 5 minutes to record the photographer doing her thing, and send the video to Shock TV. They’ll give you $80 for it and the voyeur will be arrested, so write a low-effort good deed into your story and pat yourself on the back as you close out this cage.

If you want to get a little more involved, you’ll need to do some work. Write for 15 minutes to listen in on her, you’ll only need to do this twice and it can be in the same day. This will unlock Sneaked Photos, Actress, and Attic, from there you can research her at the end to find out the details of the actress she’s photographing, and obtain the phone number for her agent. If you’d like, you can write for 5 minutes and have a character do The Right Thing to achieve:

Ending 2: Call the manager and tell him what’s going on. He’ll ask you who’s taking the photos, and you can tell him it’s her driver, so long as you have the Driver word group unlocked, too (if you don’t have that unlocked yet and you want this ending, sprint the word group to quickly figure it out). You’ll be gifted 3 autographed photo’s of the actress, which you can sell for $160. This will result in the driver being arrested, so do a challenge or prompt of your choice to reward yourself for your good deed.

Ending 3: As above, but if you don’t have the Driver word group, you can still give wrong information. This will only give you one photo, which can still be sold for $120, and still lead to the driver’s arrest, so either way your good deed is done. Do a challenge or prompt of your choice to reward yourself for your good deed, even if it wasn’t perfectly executed.

If you’re feeling a little more sneaky, and you have the Driver word group unlocked, you can ask the manager about the Driver to get her name, then research her for her contact information. Wait until the appropriate time, then sprint for 5 minutes to take a video of the driver taking these illicit photos, if you haven’t already (obviously, you need to have recording unlocked first to do this). This will give you:

Ending 3: Contact the driver, send her the video of herself taking the photos, and you can then blackmail her for money ($20 a day), a nude photo of the actress (which you can sell for $200), or limo rides to and from the store (so you no longer spend time getting groceries). Write for 15 minutes as you weigh your options, and have a character do something low-grade terrible regularly throughout the story or do a single cruel and illegal act just once, depending on your chosen reward.

There are also a couple of bad endings:

Ending 4: If you contact the driver and talk to her about her attic, she’ll refuse to talk to you again. The cage won’t close, but you won’t be able to blackmail her (though you can still pursue endings 1 through 3). Include a missed opportunity in your book.

Ending 5 : If you record her empty attic and send her that video instead of footage of her committing a crime, the cameras will turn off and ominous scratches will appear on your door. You’ll also get a warning from your employer - if you get a second, your playthrough is done. Sprint for 15 minutes or meditate to this video (15 minute meditation for anxiety) 15 Minute Guided Mindfulness Meditation for Anxiety - YouTube as you try and convince yourself everything is fine and They aren’t after you.

This cage comes with a regular study question – what is the name of the monkey in this cage? You learn this once you’ve unlocked the Driver word group and spoken to the manager to learn the Driver’s identity.

Cage 10: The Porch Family TW for verbal child abuse

This cage shows a porch of a nice home, where a family meets three times a day for meals. They have a problem though – their young son just will not stop crying, and the father of the family seems to be in huge legal trouble of some kind. Both parents are verbally abusive towards the child, due to his constant wailing. This cage is not time dependent, you can complete it whenever you’d like.

Your word prompts for this cage are:

John – freeze, judge, prison, trash, case

Educational Toy – commercial, toy, TV, wheels, genius, video games, chemistry

CHPO – crying, kid, complaints, saddest child

The family meets on the porch at 10am, 4pm and 9pm, for about an hour each time. You’ll need to listen in on the family at least three times – write for 15 minutes, three times, to hear about the Cyber Trash Case and the City’s Saddest Child. From here you can research the father of the family to get his name, unlocking the John word group, and you can research CHPO to give you that word group, too. Educational Toy can be unlocked without any extra steps, as you’ll hear all about it while waiting on the other two.

From here you have two options for endings:

Ending 1 – Call John claiming to be a neighbour, and offer to buy him the toy his child wants, to shut the kid up. John will give you his address, and you can spend $40 sending kiddo the chemistry set he’s after. The next day he’ll create a giant toxic cloud, and the family will vanish, having either died or fled. Whoops. You get nothing, 'cept maybe a feeling of remorse. Write for the duration of this video (1 hour if introspective music) Delta Waves Sleep Music: 1 Hour Music For Sleeping, Meditation Music, Relaxation Music, ☯118 - YouTube as you mull it over.

Ending 2 – You’ll need the ability to record, first. Sprint for 5 minutes to record the parents verbally abusing their son, and send this footage to CHPO. You’ll get and award (which you can sell for $60 if you want) and a warm fuzzy feeling of having taken care of the child. Write for 15 minutes and have a character do a good deed to close the cage.

This cage comes with a study question – what’s the name of the adult male in the cage? You’ll learn this once you research the father.

Cage 11: The Pregnant Woman TW for pregnancy

This cage has two cameras. The first will show a living room, the second, a bedroom. In the first room, a husband and wife can be seen on occasion, and the wife can also been seen coming and going about her day, getting ready for bed, and so on. It’s only when the second camera is unlocked that you’ll hear she has a certain mysterious nightly visitor… and only when other criteria are met that you’ll see and learn who it is. This cage is time sensitive, if you don’t resolve it within 5 days it’ll close on its own.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Whoopee Weather – hat, rain, umbrella, radio station, forecast

Red Fred – family, dad, stress, chilli peppers, psychologist, demon

Exorcist – psychopath, stalker, obsession, professional

The schedule is different on different days, so pay close attention:

On the first day: 9:00am – the couple will chat in the living room. 1am – Red Fred will appear to visit the pregnant woman in the bedroom.

On all subsequent days: 11am – the couple will have their morning chat in the first room. 2am – Red Fred will make his appearance in the second room.

Now again, the cage will close automatically after 5 days, so if you want you can just do nothing and let it progress without any consequences to yourself, but where’s the fun in that? First, you need to eavesdrop on one of their morning conversations – have characters talk about the weather to do that.

From here you can research and unlock the Whoopee Weather word group, but it won’t be obvious until you unlock the second room why that’s important. See, the camera in the bedroom is behind a coat rack, and the view of half of the room is blocked by a coat, hat, etc. You need the gent to believe there will be bad weather and take his protective clothing if you want to see who later visits the pregnant wife.

Next, write for 10 minutes to contact Whoopee Weather and pay them $50 to tell the husband that it’ll rain the next day. This will result in him taking the clothing, clearing your view. Assuming you have night vision unlocked, you’ll clearly be able to see, come the night time visit, the woman’s visitor – is Red Fred, the demon! He’s clearly the father of the child (which both she and her husband seem happy about). Take a break for 1 minute while you recover from the shock, or include a demon in your story if this revelation doesn’t faze you.

Write for 15 minutes to listen in on their conversation, and from there you’ll be able to research and unlock the Red Fred word group. You’ll also learn that Fred is being ‘stalked’ by a ‘psychopath’ – but now that you know he’s a demon, you put two and two together and realise his stalker is an exorcist, hell bent on killing Fred and preventing the birth of his child. With a little more research you can find the details for the exorcist, and call him with a 5 minute word war to learn more.

Now, throughout this whole affair, it’s clear that Fred is a decent fellow and the exorcist is a blood thirsty bigot who wants to murder Fred and the family simply because Fred is a demon, but Fred appears to work in accounting, love his family, and generally be a gentle guy dealing with anxiety attacks. So now you need to decide… who’s side are you on?

Ending 1: Sprint 5 minutes to call the exorcist and tell him when Red Fred is at the house visiting his family. Fred, the family, and some completely innocent neighbours will be murdered by the crazed exorcist. You’ll receive an Evil Skull in the post, which you can sell for $90, and the Exorcist’s Assistant special job will be unlocked. Write or meditate for the duration of this song ( Deum Verum Gregorian chant, 8 minutes) Gregorian chant - Deum verum - YouTube to find peace.

Ending 2: Write 100 carefully chosen words to call the exorcist and lie to him, sending him to the house when Fred isn’t there. Fred will show up to protect his family and kill the exorcist, and the baby will be born safely. Sprint for the duration of this song (Baile de Violetas from the Blasphemous OST) Blasphemous: The Stir Of Dawn OST - Baile de Violetas (Amanecida Boss Theme) [EXTENDED] - YouTube to empower yourself.

Cage 12: The Retired Dictator TW for Hitler parody

Here you will see an obvious Hitler parody named Mr Stattler. This cage is not time sensitive, and doesn’t require recording, night vision, or a second camera.

The word prompts for this cage are:

The past was… - opinion, past, glorious, values, ideals, wars, violence, cruelty

Vulnerable senior – kittens, lonely grateful, generous, depressed, old man, foreign accent, sick

Freedonia – border, country, two location names of your choice

Crazy Dictator – propaganda, invading, TV, VHS tape, moustache, bloodthirsty, allied, leader, bangs, bunker

The schedule is:

12noon – the nurse visits for the first time for 1 hour

6pm – the nurse visits for the second time, again for 1 hour

8pm – the old man sits down to watch his old VHS tapes

You’ll need to eavesdrop on the old man twice to figure out who he is and what he’s up to – once when he’s with his nurse, and once when he watches his movies. Write for 15 minutes for each one, then research three times to unlock the Vulnerable Senior, Freedonia, and Crazy Dictator word groups. You’ll also unlock the The Past Was… group automatically, but you’ll need to decide for yourself if it was horrible or great. Alternatively, you can attempt 1,000 words in 30 minutes which will go from 6pm to 10pm in-game, and cover both rounds of eavesdropping, plus all of your research, if you’re successful (if not, lose another hour in-game and sprint to the nearest 1k while you finish up).

From here you can write to 250 words to call the nursing agency who looks after the old man, and you can learn his full name. From there you can research him once more to find his full name and phone number, which will unlock both possible endings. Call him and address him by his real name, that of the dictator, with a 5 minute writing session any time during the day when he’s not with his nurse or watching his movie.

Ending 1: Tell him that the past was great. This will inspire him to leave, re-assume his true identity, and try again for world domination. He’ll send you a cap and a war medal, which you can sell for $190. The cage is closed and you’re a little better of… but was it worth it? Write for 30 minutes while you ponder it.

Ending 2: Tell him the past was terrible. He’ll get scared and leave his apartment, never to be seen again. Have a character make a tough choice to close the cage.

This cage comes with a study question – what is the postal address of Discount Hitler? You’ll learn this after researching him, once you’ve spoken to the nursing agency who visits him.

Cage 13: The Space Station At first all you’ll see is a camera outside of a space station. It indicates 8% oxygen, and a transmission time, but that’s it. This is a double cage, so you’ll need to unlock the second one to see what’s going on – a stranded astronaut, Melissa Rush, is the last surviving member of her crew. She’s haggard, skeletal, depressed… and almost out of air. This cage is time sensitive, with dire consequences if you don’t act quickly.

Word prompts for this cage are family, stars, crew, Earth (or the name of the planet where your story takes place), doubts, dreams, fever, child, mission, home, mission, and umbrella. Yes, all of them.

Only one scheduled event happens in this cage, and it’s on the second camera – every day at noon, the stranded captain, Melissa Rush, will spend 1 hour making a recording.

In order to save her life, you’ll need to sprint for 5 minutes to record her messages and send the footage to ShockTV, but if you want to contact her afterwards, you’ll also need to write for 15 minutes to make all relevant notes and then research her. You will need to repeat this whole process for three days to save her. If you miss more than one day, Melissa will die on Day 5, but with your intervention she will be saved, either on day 5 or day 4, depending on how prompt you are.

There are four possible endings here:

Ending 1: Do nothing, or do not take action fast enough. Melissa will die, and you will get nothing. Have a death in your story.

Ending 2: Melissa is saved by your actions, but you do not contact her. Save a life in your story and move on with your day, happy in the knowledge that you did good.

Ending 3: Sprint for 5 minutes to call Melissa’s family home between 6pm and 7pm, when Melissa’s wife isn’t home but their son is. You can convince him you’re the one recording the videos to save his mum, and after Melissa is saved she’ll call you personally to thank you. You don’t get anything, but it’s a sweet moment none the less. Include a cute kid in your story.

Ending 4: Same as Ending 3 (with all of the same prompts and challenges), but include a significant umbrella in your story, and Melissa will send you her umbrella as an inside joke and thank you gift. It’s only worth $10 if you sell it, but… cool umbrella!

Cage 14: Sports Bets TW for gambling and Russian Roulette

This cage shows an empty office with a prompter and an alarm signal – nothing else. This cage is not time sensitive and doesn’t require any special equipment.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Sports shots – Blackboard, plant, couch, betting

Los Dunas – Highway, desert, alcohol

Russian Roulette – athletes, VIP events, challenge, university

There is only one way to close the cage – answer the study question, when you get it, and the cage will close after a robbery. However, you can interact with the cage up to 5 times before you do so, if you don’t mind the punch to your conscience each time. The words you need only show up very occasionally on the Teleprompter, so it’ll take you at least three days (and 3 1-minute sprints ) to get started. Once you have them, though, you can research twice to find out what the betting shop is, and their location.

From here you can call them, and ask to play their high stakes game, which will cost you $90. Write for 30 minutes while you wait a day for the results, and flip a coin to see if you win. If you win, you receive $200, more than doubling your money. With a single phone call.

The day after your first bet you’ll see in the newspaper that the game you bet on was Russian Roulette, and you’re gambling on who will live and who will die. Word war for 15 minutes to wrestle with your conscience. Are you okay with this?

If you are research once more to unlock the Russian Roulette word group and find out who’s involved. This will also tell you which contestants are most likely to win, so for the rest of this crawl are guaranteed a win, instead of relying on a coin toss to give you one. If you don’t do your research, you’re left at the whims of the coin toss.

You may write for 30 minutes a day up to four more times to win $200 on a $90 wager, before eventually they’ll get wary and stop their games for a while. This doesn’t close the cage, however – you can still answer the question from your employer to close the cage that way.

Obviously, this cage comes with a Special Study question, which is described above as it’s the only way to close the cage. The question is, at what time is the alarm turned off each day? Sprint for 5 minutes at 10pm in-game to write down the answer, that’s all there is to it. Remember, this closes the cage, so if you want to do any gambling, do it before this.

Cage 15: The Trapped Janitor The monkey in this cage is a trapped janitor named Jason, who’s been left in the elevator of an abandoned building. He’ll spend his time sleeping, reading, writing, and talking out loud to a life-size doll he’s built from cleaning supplies, to keep him company. This cage is time sensitive – Jason will die after 5 days without your help.

The word groups for this cage are:

Janitor – cleaning wipes, retirement, professional, detergent, confined, broom, gleaming

Mr Cannonball – basketball, doll, friend, mascot, triple, a sports team of your choice (feel free to replace these terms with more appropriate alternatives if you’re writing a scenario that doesn’t have basketball)

Treasure Tower – idiots, giant, foggy, island, elevator, tallest building

Romance novel – romance, book, undying love, passionate kiss, lovers

Jason’s schedule looks like this: 11pm – Jason will take up and talk to himself for 2 hours. 1am – Jason will read his romance novel for 2 hours 3am – Jason will write his autobiography on the elevator walls for 2 hours 5am – Jason will talk to himself for another hour 6am – Jason will fall back asleep

In order to save Jason you’ll need to listen to him for an entire night, so from 11pm until 6am. Write for 1 hour to do all of this in one go, or for 15 minutes at a time if you do it over a couple of days. Then research what you’ve heard to uncover everything you need to know. You can shave 15 minutes off of this by skipping the romance novel section, but you won’t be able to save Jason if you do.

From here, you can call Jason’s wife and tell her what’s going on, which will unlock the endings:

Ending 1: Sprint for 5 minutes to tell her everything, but fumble over your words, leading to her not taking you seriously. You won’t be able to call her again, and the cage will close, leaving Jason to die. Rail against the injustice of it all with a 10 minute word war.

Ending 2: If you skipped the romance novel part of Jason’s night, write 100 careful words to convince her you’re not a prankster, but fail to correctly identify Jason. Dangit, you were so close! Sprint for 5 words in frustration.

Otherwise, write 100 careful words to prove to her that you’re not a prankster, then include some romance in your story to talk to her about Jason’s secret love of romantic novels. This will prompt a call from a lawyer, who will offer you $300 to claim it was all a prank and let Jason die, thus unlocking the two final endings:

Ending 3: Have a character do something despicable for money and accept the lawyers offer. Jason will die, and you’ll get an enraged phone call from his wife. Write for 15 minutes as you hang your head in shame.

Ending 4: Reject the offer, and Jason will be saved. Have a character do something good at personal expense. You’ll receive a gift, a Mr Cannonball mascot which you can sell for $120, and a feeling of person pride at having done something good.

This cage comes with a study question – what is the name of the building where the man is trapped? You’ll learn this automatically after you’ve studied and researched him for one day, regardless of your other choices.

Cage 16: The Activist

The monkey here is a local political activist, living in a run-down apartment and working tirelessly to clean up a dilapidated neighbourhood. This cage is time dependent, you have 8 days to resolve it before it closes, but you don’t need anything for any of the endings, 'cept a bit of time and money.

Your word groups are:

Rick: Kitchen, association, neighbourhood, residents, manipulation

Angelo’s: Heart attack, chicken, wings, coronary, sauce

Rick’s schedule is pretty simple: 10am – Rick wakes up and Pete arrives, they chat about the neighbourhood for 1 hour 2pm – Rick’s food arrives, delivered from Angelo’s kitchen 7pm – Pete returns and they chat some more! 1am – Rick goes to sleep

Ending 1: Do nothing. Rick will succeed after 8 days. There are no benefits to you, but this is a blessing if you’re feeling overwhelmed.

To unlock both word groups, simply listen in on one conversation with Pete and one delivery, and then wait until the next day when you can learn everything else you need from the newspaper. Write for 15 minutes to take all the notes you need, then on your second day with this cage, research once to fill in the blanks. Then you have two options:

Ending 2: Contact Rick and support him financially through donations. He’ll ask for $25 right away, $25 dollars the next day, and $15 the day after that. If you give him money each time he asks, he’ll succeed in his goals and you’ll open up the Social Worker special job. Obviously this is the morally good option, so have a character fund a charitable cause to close the cage. If you can’t afford it at any point, Rick appreciates all you’ve done and the cage closes anyway, but you don’t get the extra job.

Ending 3: Contact him and tell him to change his diet. He’ll know that he’s being watched, and flee. This doesn’t gain you anything, but it keeps him safe. Write a near miss into your story to complete the cage. Alternatively, you can keep going. Research again to find out where he’s getting his daily lunches, which he seems to be addicted to, then write for 5 minutes to call them and convince them you’re Rick and just want to check they have the right address for you. This way you can learn Rick’s address, and use it to answer the study question.

Ending 4: Answer the study question, and Rick will be murdered to keep him quiet, netting you $100 at the cost of his life. Bonus quest: once you’ve called Angelo’s, use your new-found power to order food for Rick. He’s a bit confused but otherwise this doesn’t change anything and doesn’t close the cage. Write an extra 100 words and have your characters order take-out (or their setting’s equivalent)

Cage 17 - Cassady TW for alcoholism, drunk driving, and deaths ensuing from such

This monkey sits in a cubical and answers a phone, though she seems perfectly happy to do so. You quickly learn she’s struggling with alcoholism, and using her job to keep her dry. This cage is not time dependent, but requires access to the online store to close.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Alice Cassady – fainting spell, temptation, alcoholism, trial

Insurance company – policy, settlement, accident, prudence

Her schedule is: 9am – Work begins 10am – Customer call 1pm – Customer call 3pm – Customer call 6pm – Alice’s mother calls 8pm – Work day ends

All you need is to write for 15 minutes to listen in on one customer call (which will take 2 hours), and research to give you the name of the company Alice works for, along with the company’s phone number. Then write for another 15 minutes and listen for another 2 hours when Alice’s mother calls, and research once more. This will give you her name and address, and let you know all about Alice’s struggle with alcohol.

You also realise that she’s driven drunk at least once and crashed her car, which her rich parents magic’ed away with money and a good lawyer, so Alice hasn’t faced any consequences… and it seems she’s not being allowed to talk about it, either. She didn’t drive drunk, her mother insists – she “had a fainting spell” at the wheel. Either have a character tell a lie to cover for someone they love if you think Alice’s mother did the right thing, or have a character out another’s lies if you think she’s wrong.

You now how all of the information you need. If you want to be a good person, you must leave this cage alone and open, there’s only one way to close it, and it’s cruel. If you’d rather not know, and just leave Alice to live her life, write an act of kindness into your story and leave the cage open.

Otherwise, spend $20 to send Alice a bottle of El Dinamitero, and write a character getting drunk. The next day Alice will be showing clear signs of inebriation. It’s not too late – if you stop now, she’ll be okay. Have a character change their mind to walk away now.

If you want to proceed and close the cage, send another bottle for another $20 and have a character suffer serious effects of drug or alcohol use . Alice will be barely functional the next day. You can call her if you’d like, and, with a 5 minute word war , you can convince her you’re due an insurance payout. If you win your word war, you get $200, otherwise you get $100.

That night, Alice will die whilst driving drunk, and the cage will close. Kill a character you previously planned to keep alive.

Cage 18: The liquor store

This cage is open from midnight until 9am, and will show a sleeping clerk, an assortment of somewhat dodgy customers… and nightly thefts! This cage is time sensitive and will close on its own due to the repeated thefts, if you don’t intervene.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Liquor store – customer, tequila, whisky, beer, rope, tape, late night, cigarettes, razor blades, hypodermic needles

Theft – cash register, sleeping guy, weapon, masked man

Leather Guard Angels - button, bikers, security company, guards

The best bit is there’s no schedule for this cage, so if you want to interact with it, it’ll take the whole night to keep watch! First, write for 1 hour, or take a break, while you keep an eye on the cage overnight. One night will give you the Theft and Liquor Store word groups, and a little research will give you the name and phone number of the store.

You can actually unlock the first ending at 4am on the first night:

Ending 1: Call the store when a customer is there, and the clerk will wake up and shoot them, regardless of who it is. Do a 10 minute word war while you wrestle with your conscience. If you’d like, you can also sprint for 5 minutes in include a voyeur in your story to film the murder and send it to Shock TV.

If that’s not your style, you can wait out the night and, in the morning, you’ll collect enough information about the Leather Guard Angels to research them. From there you can contact them and become a paid informer, write for 5 minutes as you folks chat.

From here on, any night for the rest of the crawl (until the cage closes, at least) you can write for 1 hour or take a break and forego all other night time in-game activities for the joy of sitting at the screen for 9 hours watching for the horse-masked thief. Reporting it to the Angels will net you $40 a time, and improve your moral rating, so if that’s something you care about, this is a good option.

Ending 2: Just do nothing. If you miss 5 burglaries, the store will close, and the cage along with it. This doesn’t affect your morality. Have a character do nothing, or take another break, to close out the cage.

This cage also comes with a study question – what’s the name of the company managing security? You can answer and cash in on this one once you’ve researched the Leather Guard Angels in the morning.

Cage 19: Crop Circle

An ordinary field… at least at first! This cage isn’t time dependent and doesn’t require any equipment to interact with, just lucky timing.

The word prompts for this cage are old, antique, windmill, city, mountains, fields, woods, mystery, and messages.

There is no schedule to this cage, the only thing to wait for is a train passing through. Flip a coin any time you’re home and at your desk (in game) – the first time you get a heads, the train will appear. Sprint for 5 minutes to catch it, a research to figure out where the field is.

Then you wait. After a few days, a crop circle will appear in the field! Include an otherworldly event in your story, and research to find out about a gentleman named Stefan Sentinel who would very much like to know about your crop circle. Write for 10 minutes to tell him where it is, and the cage will close. The next day you’ll get a call from Stefan expressing his gratitude, and he’ll give you $110 along with it. Score! Have a character come in to some easy money and close the cage.

There’s also a study question for this cage; the location of the field. You can answer this as soon as you’ve caught the train and done the first bit of research.

Cage 20: The cross-dressing accountant

An accountant takes phone calls from customers and works at his computer, all the time sounding painfully bored with his life as it is. But things get a little more interesting at midnight, when a disco ball descends and he turns into the She-Wolf of Wall Street! This cage isn’t time sensitive and requires no special equipment.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Financial advisor : finances, numbers, balance, low cost, bankruptcy, money, debts, advice, professionalism, audit

The She wolf of Wall Street : stage name, double life, man, wig

Here is his schedule: 1pm – He receives his first call from an existing customer, where he mentions needing advice 5pm – He receives a call from a new customer, where he mentions his company motto 8pm – He receives a call from him agent Midnight – He performs in front of his mirror, revealing his stage name.

Write for 5 minutes for each conversation you listen to, each of which will take one in-game hour. The 1pm call is necessary to offer him advice (which you must be able to do for Endings 1 and 2), and the 5pm call is necessary to learn his name (which you need for any ending). The 8pm call isn’t necessary, but it’ll be helpful if you want to try and blackmail him.

At any point after the 5pm call you can research once to learn the accountant’s identity and phone number. Once you have all the information you want, sit back and relax (or do a writing sprint) to John Barrowman performing I Am What I Am I Am What I Am John Barrowman - YouTube as you take notes on the She-Wolf’s show.

Give him a call on Day 2 and choose your ending:

Ending 1: Blackmail. Did you do your 5 minutes for his 8pm call from his agent? If not, have a character gamble and lose – if you’d listened to the call you’d know he doesn’t respond to blackmail. His cage will close and you’ll have no further opportunities to interact. If you have listened to the call, write a near miss into your story – you know better than to try and blackmail him, and may attempt another ending instead.

Ending 2: Encourage him to follow him dreams, quit his day job, and become The She-Wolf of Wall Street professional. Sprint 1k because we can do anything. The cage will close and he’ll become an overnight success! He’ll call the thank you, and will send you $50 every 3 days for the rest of the crawl.

Ending 3: Tell him he’s being ridiculous and should abandon his dream. He’ll be heartbroken, but, sobbing, he’ll accept your advice. Have a good character do something cruel as the cage, like the accountant’s dreams, shut down. You’ll receive his wig the next day in the post, which you can sell for $90. Oh also, whilst the cage will close, you’ll still get an alert every time he takes a call, so every day for the rest of the crawl, if you’re at your desk at 1pm or 5pm, stop what you’re doing and write 10 words as you quickly check and remind yourself that it’s not actually an active cage.

Non-Interactive Cages (Random number 1-26):

1 – The Hen House. Hens appear between 9:00 and 9:15, eat, and scatter at 18:00 to 18:15. Nothing else happens. Get a snack.

2 – Robot Arm. A robot arm works on an assembly line, mounting parts day and night. Create a new character or prop for your story.

3 – Warehouse. A room full of boxes. Occasionally, a forklift truck will re-organize them. How well organized is your novel? How about your notes and reference material? Reorganize as needed, and save your work.

4 – Kennel. This cage features a dog in a kennel, sometimes alert, sometimes sleeping. No one else is ever seen and no one interacts with the dog, nor does the dog ever leave the kennel. Incorporate a cage into your story.

5 – Thermal Scanner. This cage is a human thermal scanner, though many of the people scanned aren’t that human at all. Include a person who is not what they seem.

6 – Billboard. A shot of an outdoors billboard. Every day it will announce upcoming music, movie premiers, or political campaigning. Have an announcement in your novel.

7 – Excavation Site. Over the course of five days, several archaeologists uncover either a dinosaur skeleton, a flying saucer, or a human skeleton with a shopping cart. Have a character dig something up (literally or figuratively).

8 – Wind Turbine. A shot of a wind turbine, turning constantly. Nothing else happens. Go outside. Get some fresh air.

9 – ATM. Just shots of people using an ATM, with nothing special happening. Have a character check their financial situation.

10 – Pendulum. Literally just a pendulum, swinging back and forth. It never changes, and nothing else ever happens. Take a break, take a nap, or meditate.

11 – Driveway. You see a driveway and garage. Occasionally, a car drives in. Have your characters travel or otherwise feature travel in your story.

12 – Laundromat. Just a laundromat, nothing interesting ever happens there. Do some chores or have your characters do some.

13 – Airport. Just a wide shot of an airport, functioning as normal. Make someone fly (preferably in your book).

14 – Highway. This cage shows a never-stopping highway and bridge. Write for one hour because you, too, never stop.

15 - Glitched camera. Exactly as it sounds – this camera seems to be broken, showing nothing but a colourful pattern. And, very occasionally, a disturbing subliminal message. Have a character kill their parents.

16 – Seaside. It shows the ocean and cliffs, and that’s it. Still, it’s pretty. Meditate to ocean sounds, or have characters visit the sea.

17 – Train tracks. A very close up of a section of track. Very occasionally, a train will pass. Sprint for 30 seconds as you catch a glimpse of it.

18 – Construction. Over the course of 9 days, you see a building being worked on, one floor at a time. After 7 days it will collapse, prompting a restart on day 8, and a news article on day 9 about the corners being cut on safety and materials in construction. Complete a tortoise race (10 minutes writing with a small goal, such as 100 words, repeated 6 times, without breaks) to remind yourself that slow and steady is the way to get things done.

19 – Store front. Over 10 days, a store will show different eras of clothing – clothing from the 20s, 60s, and 80s, followed by futuristic and contemporary clothing, and finally the store will go out of business. Write to the next palindrome as you take a trip through time.

20 – Basement. The cage starts off dark – you must unlock night vision before you can see what’s in there. When you do, you’ll see a generic basement, with many items of clutter… including a creepy doll on the top shelf. Write for 5 minutes to ignore it. On day 2 it’ll be on the lower shelf. Write for 5 more minutes as you pretend it was there all along. On day 3 it’ll be standing in the corner. Write for 5 more minutes as you switch screens and pretend that’s normal. On day 4 it’ll be closer to the camera, standing just on the other side of the railings. Sprint for 5 minutes to quickly switch and move on. On day 5, it’ll be very close to the camera, waiting to scare you. Take a break for as long as you need. On day 6, it’ll be gone, and on day 7, it’ll be delivered to your apartment, having apparently posted itself to you. Do you keep the doll, or sell it? If you keep it, include a creepy doll in your story and consider the cage closed. If you sell it, sprint for 15 minutes to secure an owner and get it the heck out of your apartment, pronto (you also get $20.). It will return, lightly bloodstained, after 2 days, and a newspaper article will reveal it is responsible for the murder of a husband, wife, and young child. You can sell it again for $15 – if you do so, word war for 15 minutes as you wrestle with your conscience. If not, include a creepy doll or include an act of repentance in your story. It’ll return once more after 2 more days, this time covered in blood. If you sell it again (for $10 this time), write for 30 minutes to come to terms with what you’ve done. If not, include a monster, a act of repentance, or a creepy doll in your story. The doll will not return again.

21 – Tanning bed. Once in a while, the curtain will move and someone will appear, but that’s it. Write for 7 minutes as you work on your tan, or sprint for 3 songs of your choice while you wait for your friend to finish working on theirs.

22 – Tire dump. On the first day all you’ll see is tires for as far as the eye can see. On the second day, there’ll be a small fire – write 50 words. On the third day, there’ll be more flames – write 100 words. On the fourth day, there will be a blaze – write 200 words. The blaze will continue until the end of the crawl – write 200 words per day as the fire blazes on.

23 – Prison Cell. A blond woman can be seen doing push-ups and generally walking around and living in the cell. On the first 2 days, nothing happens – do nothing. On day 3, the prisoner will develop a black eye. Include an injury in your story. On the fifth day, they will develop a head wound. Include a serious injury in your story. On the sixth day, they will also develop a bruised lip – include another injury or a fist fight in your story. On the 7th day, the cage will go dark, and a news article will be published about prisoner mistreatment and deaths. Include a murder in your story.

24 – Microwave. Just a microwave, being a microwave. On any given day you might see adults using the microwave for its intended purpose (reheating food), or a child putting in an inedible object. Flip a coin – heads, someone’s just preparing their meal. Write for 10 minutes until the timer is done, or get a drink and/or snack if you need one. If the coin toss is tails, it’s the child. Roll a D4 to determine what’s going in the microwave. 1 – a doll, which will be melted when it’s taken out later. Have something be destroyed in your story. 2 – a hamster, which will survive. Have a near miss or lucky escape in your story. 3 – A phone, which will be scorched when done. Include a serious miscommunication in your story. 4 – wet underwear, which will somehow come out ironed. Include an act of magic in your story.

25 – Shrine. A live priest in a catholic church will come and go from an altar, pretending to be a relic. Include a fraud in your story.

26 – Underwater. For the first two days all you will see is an underwater location. On day 3, a body will appear “wearing cement shoes” at the water’s bottom. Include a murder or an unpleasant surprise in your story. Over the next two days, the body will slowly decompose. Include something gruesome that gets worse over time in your story, or write 100 words on day 4 of the cage, write 200 words on day 5 of the cage, and write 300 words every other day for the remainder of the crawl.

And that’s it! That’s everything you need for the Do Not Feed the Monkey’s Crawl. I understand that it’s massive and a little complex, so I’ll include an example play through in my first comment. I hope someone enjoys it as much as I enjoyed making it, and it’s helpful to somebody other than just me!

#extreme crawls #long #very long #word crawl #word crawls #do not feed the monkeys #dnftm #do not feed the monkeys crawl

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candlecove-weaintdeadyet · 2 months ago

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Ooohoohoo I have a few! Essay under the cut because, to quote a certain video game dragon, TOO MANY WORDS.

*ahem*

Like you said, I'm pretty sick of the 'good father/person by modern standards' Poppy. He gets on my nerves sO BAD and doesn't fit with who he's supposed to be as a character-that is to say, a fucked-up man with a skewed moral compass in a line of work that I can only describe as Enlightenment Period Nautical Mafia (seriously, based on my research your average pirate crew was basically a mob family). On the OTHER hand, I don't like the pushback take that's just an unrepentant monster (it's not just you I'm talking about, hell it's not even primarily you, this was something that annoyed me back when I first made this blog back in, what, 2019, 2020? It's been building up...) because like??? He canonically gets SOME level of character development (moreso if you go by some of the scrubbed/retconned s2 episodes like the September 2013 take on Milo's Race, where he's fully prepared to kill Milo for the 'chest full of bombs' thing and states in no uncertain terms that he cares about Percy regardless of his flaws) and he at least TRIES with Janice. Also I'll admit, I think it's kind of dumb to go "Of course Poppy's evil! He flayed Thade alive out of a twisted sense of retribution!" And Thade did the same thing to random innocents because he could. Both of them are interesting, complex characters and I HATE seeing one get demonized while the other is woobiefied-in either direction.

Also, in general, I think it's more fun when you can, for instance, compare Poppy to the Eart of Wax with the 'the ends justify the means, I am doing what's right (aka what I think is right) and who are you to tell me to be ethical about it' mindset because mmmmmm tasty 'he-who-fights-monsters, becoming the thing you detested' parallels between opposing characters. Delicious.

A general fandom gripe I have is, well, I've bitched to you about this before, but the deliberately obtuse and borderline-body shame-y/ableist take people have on Percy just so they can rail against Percy/Milo shippers (that ship, btw, has fizzled out so idk what they're going on about). No, Percy is not canonically child-coded. He is baby-faced (literally, with the porcelain doll head n all), has an anxiety disorder, and might be neurodivergent. Y'all (general) are deliberately infantilizing him to justify your hatred for popular slashfic tropes/enemies-to-lovers stories and by extension random primarily-teenage fujoshis who are just minding their own damn business, and whether intentionally or not, stating that you view adults with certain body types, mental illnesses, or disabilities as basically overgrown children who have to be denied something that is a significant form of human connection for a lot of people in order to mollify your distaste. I say this as a short, autistic woman with anxiety who STILL headcanons Percy as a young teenager if that indicates how stupid I find this.

On a less angry note...

Give 👏🏻 us 👏🏻 back 👏🏻 the 👏🏻 King's 👏🏻 Dice 👏🏻 crew 👏🏻 and 👏🏻 the 👏🏻 fun 👏🏻 episode 👏🏻 synopses 👏🏻 PLEASE 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

And will someone revise the PANI inhabitants, while they're at it? Their design feels almost malicious.

Also PirateJet pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplsesaPLEASE let me revise Dr. Mort's design and personality. I'm begging. He can be so much more than a bargain bin Josef Mengele. You don't even have to pay me, I'll happily do it for free!

Also, also, why did they Rule 63 the Laughingstock? It feels so weird going to like half the pages and seeing our dear boat mother referred to as 'he'. We had a perfectly good major female character-seriously, she was an absolute girlboss who could even get Poppy to back down iirc, and she got genderbent just because of Channel Zero which, while an excellent show, is barebones (heh) and lackluster as an adaptation. This is the only character I'm willing to deliberately misgender because the change was ridiculous.

*takes a bow*

*bows too far forward and falls to the floor, landing in the Family Guy death pose*

What is one controversial opinion that will get you jumped , whether it be a certain wiki character , the wiki itself , (maybe the Heykids wiki too itself if you wanna count that in ) , or just anything about the fandom that you wish to see improvement on 🤔🧐

#whoof that felt good to get out of my system

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callioope · 4 years ago

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So here’s how our Tomb of Annihilation session ended today:

Exploring an underground temple, we found ourselves in a large room with ten triangular pillars circled around an eight-foot monument. We figured out a puzzle of glyphs to open the monument. As our monk goes to climb in to take a look, we all agree on the plan: look first, check for traps, then touch.

Our monk and druid peek into the monument and see a skeleton wearing a mask, a ring, and a few other adornments. He’d cast Detect Magic earlier, and can see the ring is magic. They relay what they see.

As the cleric, I remind them to “Check for traps!” and tell of a story I once heard about some people that died opening a crypt and not checking for traps. I also offer to cast Detect Evil and Good, in case the skeleton is undead. No one really answers, and since we don’t get long rests in the jungle, I decide not waste a spell slot. So I just add one more “Check for traps.”

The monk waves this warning away, saying if there had been any traps, he would have triggered them climbing up. He then takes the mask, punches the skeleton skull in to break it, and takes the ring.

“No traps,” says the DM.

The monk pulls away, and as he does, the skeleton reaches out. He watches as the bones thicken, the sinew stitches itself together, a layer of skin spreads across the bones, striped, orange fur sprouts -- the entire body faintly glows as if from an inner light. Now, our monk is a Tabaxi, so for a split second, I thought -- maybe it’s one of his kind?

But then where its eyes should be glow two gaping holes of infernal yellow light. The monk looks down at the hand tightly gripping his wrist and realizes: it’s backwards. We’ve just disturbed the resting place of a RAKSHASA!!!

And that’s where we ended our session!

#liz plays dungeons and dragons #ahhhh!!!#also #*insert backwards wavy hands*#rakshasaaaaaa #dear dice please do not let me be the one to kill it #my character is already cursed by a hag!!!#next session is gonna be like hot potato #where we do damage and just hope we dont' strike the last blow #liz plays toa #maritsa stormwind

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lingering-42-long · 2 years ago

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Accidents happen

Alejandro Vargas x F! Reader

So yesterday I needed inspiration for a story and nothing was just coming up, and no matter how much I was trying to think of some thing, nothing was working. So I was doing some house cleaning and I had this crazy thought, ‘what if I fell off the ladder,’ so yeah, that actually was the inspiration I was looking for! I also did a lot of research for this one specific short. I contacted a friend of mine who works at a hospital, and asked him different questions about what would happen if you fell off a ladder ECT. Of course nothing is obviously set in stone so don’t take this as the actual facts that you should do. If you do fall off a ladder and you think you’ve injured, yourself go to the hospital.

Warnings: slight angst(?), injury, hospital

stuff.

Note: I do not speak Spanish fluidly enough to know what I have is correct Spanish grammar. Plz don’t kill me… gracias.

Summery: Cleaning the house can be a

risky thing even if you are careful.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help mi Amor (my love)?” Your Husband, of two years, asked. Alejandro was always the sweet, protective, passionate husband that always made you feel safe and happy. He lived near the base so commuting to and fro was not that bad.

“Yes, I got this, really I do. I know you come home tired so I’m fine doing the work myself.” You where referring to the housework that needed to get done. Usually, both you and Alejandro shared the responsibilities in the house, if one cooked the other cleaned. A dance both of you mastered perfectly, but sometimes solos thrown in were a given.

“Sí, mi Amor, but still…” He looked at you, “I would like to help.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked at his lips, “Please let me do this, ok? Besides, I need some time to myself.”

A light, playful gasp from Alejandro as he stared at you “Are you saying your tired of me?!”

“Maybe~” you teased more.

“Well, what can I do but accept el pedido de mi esposa (the request of my wife).” Alejandro kissed you gently at first then more passionately, cupping your face with his hand and stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I will be back later this evening, mi Amor.”

“Ok mi todo (my all).” You tried to speak back in his native tongue. Next think you knew, he was nipping at your neck a bit.

“Ah, querida, realmente deberías tener cuidado con lo que dices a mi alrededor. Pueden pasar cosas si no prestas atención ( Ah dear, you really should be careful what you say around me. Things can happen if you don't pay attention).” He purred before coming back up to give you a breathtaking kiss. “te amo” he whispered and grabbed his bag and keys.

“Tell Rod I said Hi!” You smiled

“I will!” He walked out the door and to his truck, were shortly after he drove off to the bace. You sighed dreamily, that man was such a heartthrob. Going back inside, you began to start on the housework.

It was around 4:15pm and you were still cleaning the house, you took a break here and there and was almost finished. You just had to clean the living room fan next, then sweep, followed by a good mop. That was it. You were proud of the hard work you mustered up to do with only a few distractions. ‘I should join the military’ you laughed to yourself as you set up the ladder above the ceiling fan. Making your way up the ladder, you began dusting the fan. Some dust got into your nose and you sneezed. Before you could regain your balance, ladder tipped and you fell hip first, saving your head from the ground.

A sharp pain coursed though your body, stemming from your femur hip area. You cried out loud and bit back your tongue as you laid there trying to get your breath. There was no way you could walk on it for sure, you could not even think about moving it without throbbing pain cutting through you like a knife, over and over again.

Reaching for your phone in your back pocket, while swallowing your pain you called the paramedics, of course they spoke Spanish at first but once you told them that you spoke English they switched over, asking you what happened, where does it hurt, and where do you live. Soon, they said they would have a team sent to your location within 10 to 15 minutes. You hung up and called your husband next. The phone went to voicemail after six rings. Damn, he must have been at a meeting or training. You tryed Rod next, same thing. You sighed and tryed again, calling your husband. “Hola, soy Alejandro Vargas, lamento no poder contestar el teléfono en este momento, pero deja un mensaje y te llamaré cuando pueda (Hello, I'm Alejandro Vargas, I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now, but please leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.)” his voicemail message answered followed with a beep.

“Hey babe, Umm I fell and I am being rushed to the hospital right now. Please try to call me when you can. I love you.” You hung up and sighed, waiting for the paramedics to come.

Alejandro got back from a quick meeting with some of the maintenance repair crew who had to ask him a few questions on the repairs to the humves. He saw Rodoflo walked up to him. “ Señor, su esposa acaba de intentar llamarme pero yo no estaba en mi teléfono. es posible que desee comprobar el suyo. Traté de devolver la llamada pero fue al correo de voz (Sir, your wife just tried to call me but I wasn't on my phone. you may want to check yours. I tried to call back but it went to voice mail).” Odd. Alejandro thanked his second commander and made his way to his office. He saw the notification and listened to the voicemail. It wasn’t long before he was trying to reach you, while running his fingers in his hair, trying to calm himself down. No answer… ‘Shit!’ He was beginning to panic a bit. “Rodoflo!” He called on his walkie-talkie. The man came in, “sí señor?” “My wife… she’s in the hospital.”

He spoke in English grabbing a few more things, “can you watch the bace while I visit her?”

“Of course!!!” Rodoflo looked at his commander “Is she ok??”

“I don’t know. She sounded like she was in pain.” Alejandro grimaced. “I’ll let you know how she is”

The closest hospital was only a 10 min drive, were Alejandro’s wife was. He made his way as fast as he could. In the lobby, he came running though the doors to the receptionist “(y/n) Vargas” he looked at the lady worried. After some typing the lady said “habitación 56 (room). 2nd piso. (Floor)”

“Gracias.” As he practically ran to the elevator.

Once on the floor he walked briskly but quietly to his wife’s room scared of what he may find. Knocking, he heard a faint “come in,” In witch he slowly opened the door and saw his wife, with a few IV drips in her and in a hospital gown.

“Hey” you weekly said as Alejandro pulled up a chair to you “mi amor.~” he held one of your hands, looking at you with the saddest eyes you had ever seen from him. He was, for lack of better word, heartbroken. Not at you, but the situation. “What happened?”

“I was dusting the fan and I sneezed and lost my balance and fell.”

He winced and kissed your hand. “How long till the ambulance came were you by yourself?”

“Like 15 minutes.”

Alejandro closed his eyes and lowered his head to your hand, still clasped in his two. “I’m so so so sorry my love.” He whispered.

“No I’m sorry… I should have been more careful plus I made you leave work early.” You looked down, the pain medicine making you tear up as you sniffed.

“What?!? No Amor! Do not apologize!” His head snapped up to face you, “Accidents happen. Your ok. I’m not mad, just stressed because my beautiful wife had injured herself, but I could never be mad at you.” He looked at you and kissed your cheek.

“Promise?” You asked even if you knew the answer. “Amor, we have been married for 2 years coming on our 3rd… you know there was only one time I ever got mad… and it wasn’t at you really… I will never be mad at you, that’s a promise.” You smiled at him “thank you.”

“Anytime, mi amor.”

You were released three days later after coming to find out that you only had a hairline, intertrochanteric region fracture. You were given a wheelchair to use for a month or more and pain medication. The doctor told you both that you would be healed within 2-3 months.

Now you were at home resting. Alejandro had started calling more often throughout the day to check up on you. He would FaceTime frequently and try to leave work early just to make sure you were fine. It had been a week now and though It was still a dull pain, medicine was doing its job. You did however, feel bad for your husband. Who was taking care of you, dealing with all the chores including cooking, and working a very tiring job. He would never complain though, and would tell you that he would do it 1000 times over with no hesitation.

As of now, you were sitting in the living room reading a book, with soft jazz in the background playing when you heard the door unlock. You set the book down and rolled over to the door as it opened. “Mi Amor! I’m home!” Alejandro called as he held a bag of groceries for dinner. He saw you rolling up to him and his face lit up. “Ah there she is! My beautiful wife!” He placed the bags on the ground and knelt down to kiss you. “How are you?”

“I’m good” you smile as he gently caressed your face. “Can I help you carry anything?” You asked, hating to be a burden. “Are you sure? I don’t want you hurting yourself.” Your overprotective husband looked at you worriedly. “As long as I don’t apply any pressure to my leg I’m OK” you reminded him “If you roll me into the kitchen I’ll carry them for you.”

He smiled “anything to be with you amor”

You laughed “Your hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love. With you” he smiled and gave you a deep kiss, then gently placed the bags on your lap. “Want to help me cook tonight, mi amor?”

“Always!” You beamed over your shoulder as he pushed you into the kitchen.

#angst with a happy ending #slight angst #cod x you #cod x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas

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hebimoonlightwrites · 2 years ago

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it's my time to ask yandere °^°¡, I always wanted to know what jakurai, dice ,jyuto y nayuta in yandere mode haha with a darling fem tym 💖

Writer's corner: Ahaha! How to blame you! It'd be... interesting to see those four guys in yandere mode! Thank you for requesting anyway! Hope you like it! If not, please let me know and ask for something else so I can write another one for you! Enjoy~

Warnings: NSFW, bad words, violence, murder.. basically Yandere stuff (MINORS, PLEASE, DO NOT INTERACT.)

⋆𝒥𝒶𝓀𝓊𝓇𝒶𝒾, 𝒟𝒾𝒸𝑒, 𝒥𝓎𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒩𝒶𝓎𝓊𝓉𝒶⋆ 𝒴𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐸 (fem!mc)

⋆Jakurai yandere?

⋆Well... It's actually interesting to think about it~

⋆I personally think that a doctor could be a great Yandere, especially because he knows humans' body too well..

⋆So he knows the right spot to kill them, if he wants to~

⋆But Jakurai is a gentle doctor. He seems to be loved by everyone for his kindness.

⋆But he actually hides a frightening side...

⋆The side of a great fighter, an excellent killer~

⋆And I think he'd use this part of himself after meeting his dear and adorable s/o.

⋆Jakurai would meet her at the hospital.

⋆She'd just come to visit her old grandparents, whom Jakurai is taking care of.

⋆Jakurai would be attracted immediately by her beautiful smile.

⋆Who knows how beautiful she would get if she smiled forever?

⋆After that time, I headcanon that Jakurai would desire to see her more, but wouldn't manage, because of the fact that, maybe, mc wouldn't live in Shinjuku.

⋆That's when I think he'd start working on it...

⋆Unluckily he would...

⋆"I'm so sorry, mc-chan.. But your grandparents aren't feeling fine lately.. We don't know if they will live longer.. Feel free to reach the hospital."

⋆The doctor would be sly, wouldn't he?

⋆He'd try hard to make mc notice him, by behaving more kindly and gently to those old people.

⋆I also feel like both mc's grandparents would be terribly frightened of Jakurai, but try hard to tell mc about his true nature and his crazy love.

⋆Crazy love?....

⋆But... But it's not a crazy love...... Isn't it~?

⋆Mc would think of Jakurai as a gentle and nice person, and start to see him even outside the hospital, far from her sick grandparents.

⋆It'd be a fantastic dream to Jakurai, who'd focus more on mc's cheeks when she smiles and on her beautiful lips.

⋆"Your beauty is unique, mc... I'd like to admire it forever~"

⋆Mc would be flustered to hear those words from that doctor and couldn't get the true meaning at first..

⋆I'm sure she wouldn't.

⋆Who could think of Jakurai as a crazy killer terribly in love?

⋆He's just a gentle and kind-hearted doctor..

⋆Isn't he?

⋆I feel like Jakurai would stalk mc if he was a yandere man.

⋆He definitely would.

⋆Especially if he's uncertain about the fact that mc loves him back or not.

⋆Especially during the first days he knows her.

⋆He'd know everything about her:

⋆When she wakes up, when she has breakfast, when she reads, when she listens to music, when she has a shower....

⋆And I do think he'd enjoy knowing her daily routine so much, because he could go to see her when she's free, before everyone else could.

⋆"You didn't expect me here? Darling... I'm unpredictable.. You should know it.~"

⋆Jakurai would be the yandere man who secretly would kidnap or kill all those people he sees beside mc most of the time.

⋆But he wouldn't make it too obvious.

⋆Mc wouldn't even have the necessary time to realize that she's the target that Jakurai would open his own arms and hold her tightly.

⋆"I promise I'll protect you, mc!"

⋆What if mc had already a close friend?

⋆Well... Bad

⋆Too bad!

⋆Jakurai would try to get rid of them, of course~ he has no intention to share mc's love with someone else..

⋆She's only his.

⋆One day at Shinjuku hospital some doctors and nurses would enter rapidly, bringing a young person who seems wounded because of a car accident.

⋆Mc would follow all those nurses, hoping to see her friend still breathing.

⋆She'd seem worried and also cry loudly, trying to convince the nurses that she has to see her friend.

⋆Jakurai would stop talking to his assistants and reach that young woman who'd still cry loudly.

⋆After hearing what had happened, he'd smirk secretly, but hug mc tightly.

⋆"I'm so sorry, mc... 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊.. 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇."

⋆Dice Yandere?

⋆I wonder how he'd behave as one...

⋆Probably he'd be the best stalker ever.

⋆I headcanon that he'd meet mc at Ramuda's shop for the first time.

⋆Maybe while mc is trying to finally buy some clothes of Ramuda's brand?

⋆If someone manages to buy that pink-haired small man's brand clothes.. Then they must have some money, no?

⋆Aside from money, Dice would immediately notice mc's body.

⋆So sorry for that, but Dice has always seemed to me to be that kind of guy who's attracted to someone especially for their body's beauty.

⋆Feel free not to share my idea though 💕🌸

⋆He'd try to introduce himself the first time, but fail so he'd decide to follow mc and stalk her to know more about her person.

⋆I feel like mc would notice him following her immediately.

⋆He'd be doing some messes, especially if they both are at Shibuya Casino!

⋆That one would be the first time they both would talk.

⋆Mc would help Dice with some messes and the rapper would finally convince himself that, yes...

⋆She is his.

⋆She completely belongs to him.

⋆"Thank you, mc! You saved my life!... Next time it could be me to save yours!"

⋆From that moment on Mc wouldn't be alone any longer.

⋆Since Dice is such a homeless rapper, I headcanon that he'd even go to live with mc, maybe at first would just ask her to let him sleep there for a few days, until he'll manage to find an house on his own.

⋆Spoiler: it would have never happened.

⋆He'd be the one to constantly follow mc, even when she goes to work.

⋆But.. What's wrong?

⋆Dice would only be sure that mc is safe and that nobody even slightly touches her soft skin!

⋆He'd be the only one to do it one day!

⋆Nobody else would!!

⋆That's why I feel like Dice would start kidnapping all those people who even dare to approach mc.

⋆... Like.. How dare you?

⋆"She's... She's mine... Only mine!"

⋆Mc would notice that and immediately start to suspect for Dice, since he's behaving strangely.

⋆Besides that mc would wonder when he's going to go away from her home.

⋆But I totally can see them both sitting near while watching TV.

⋆Dice would stare blushing at mc while she'd try to focus on TV, failing because of Dice's eyes on her.

⋆"I can't look away from such a beauty... I'd even kill for being able to see it forever, every day of my life.."

⋆That's the sentence that would make mc realize that Dice is actually crazy.

⋆During an attempt to run away, mc would be blocked by Dice, who'd grab her hands and block her body against the living room's wall.

⋆He'd look at her eyes with a scary expression, like if he's going to kill her, but after that he'd kiss her passionately.

⋆Then he'd bite his own lips..

⋆"You taste wonderfully.. Just like all those sluts' blood.. Who?.. Well.. Who do you think has kidnapped all those friends of yours?... Aw.. Don't cry. 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇~"

⋆As Jakurai, even Jyuto could be a great yandere actually, since he's a policeman.

⋆He'd know how to kill or kidnap someone without even being focused as a culprit!

⋆I think Jyuto would meet his mc while he's working and going around with some other policemen.

⋆He'd immediately notice mc's beautiful eyes and hear her beautiful voice while she's singing.

⋆Then it'd be the end.

⋆Mc.. Why is your voice so beautiful?..

⋆Too bad it is..

⋆You know why?...

⋆'cause you're not going to be free anymore.

⋆Jyuto works as a policeman, so it wouldn't be hard for him to immediately get any kind of information he needs.

⋆He'd know about mc's name, her surname, her birthday, her education, her job... Everything.

⋆Such a perfect yandere, don't you think~?

⋆Probably the best you can find.

⋆Of course he'd behave gently and quite elegantly to mc if he met her.

⋆Jyuto would even attract mc with his voice and sweet words.

⋆The man would surely compliment those things he's sure ìwould get mc flustered.

⋆He'd know everything mc would tell him before she actually speaks to him.

⋆But he'd act oblivious..

⋆"What? Your boyfriend is missing?..."

⋆I also totally can see him trying to convince mc that someone wants to kill her.

⋆He'd kidnap or kill all those people who are close to mc (like relatives and friends) on purpose.

⋆After that he'd pretend to be worried for mc's safety, still acting oblivious.

⋆"It'd be better if I'll live with you for some time, mc... Until that maniac will go away and leave you be."

⋆The worst decision for mc would be to accept.

⋆But who'd suspect a policeman?

⋆Mc would accept, then.

⋆So she'd live with Jyuto for some time, seeing how gentle and adorable he is but realising step by step that he could also be quite jealous.

⋆Like.. Seriously...

⋆Why does his gaze get so frightening when mc calls and talks to her mum?

⋆Can't mc talk to her mum?

⋆I think Jyuto would try to convince her not to talk to anyone else.

⋆"Don't talk to your parents while we're working for your safety! Do you want that maniac to kidnap and kill also your parents?!"

⋆That's how he'd manage to make mc only his.

⋆She wouldn't talk to her parents anymore and wouldn't go out to work.

⋆But.. Of course..

⋆Who could suspect a policeman?

⋆One day while they are both home mc would try to ask Jyuto for some news.

⋆Of course she would need to come back to work and to see her family.

⋆She'd start to be fed up of that life and prefer to come back to her previous one.

⋆Besides I think she'd tell Jyuto that she's grateful for what he has done for her until then too.

⋆That policeman would be furious.

⋆That's when mc would realize that the maniac who had followed her and killed people close to her is actually the man she is standing in front of.

⋆She'd try to scream but get blocked by Jyuto.

⋆"Dear, dear... Don't stress your throat so much... 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃… 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃… 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃…."

⋆Ooh. I actually couldn't wait to see someone asking me for Nayuta Yandere.

⋆He'd be a perfect secret yandere.

⋆As Jakurai and Jyuto, I don't think someone could suspect for Nayuta.

⋆So it'd be easy for him to do that kind of terrible stuff~

⋆He has always acted like an innocent and even weak young boy.

⋆Think of it..

⋆Nayuta has always been protected by Kanata, even in street fights!

⋆Also it's easy for him to get even a cold, soo...

⋆The best secret yandere!

⋆Nayuta would meet mc one day in streets.

⋆He wouldn't know how, but he'd get attracted by her, maybe because she'd act kindly to any kind of person, even to poor ones.

⋆After meeting and knowing her, I think Nayuta would try hard to know even more about her.

⋆Contrary to how we could imagine, I headcanon that he'd just stand there, staring at mc while she's working helping those poor people, with a studying expression.

⋆I think he'd even ask her something about her own life..

⋆Some questions which would surely sound strange but awkward too, so mc would answer that small boy's questions without paying attention on how private they are..

⋆"So.. uhm.. do you have any friends, mc?"

⋆Of course keeping his weak and innocent appearance, he'd try to get rid of all those people mc's taking care of.

⋆Since Nayuta loves to get attention and "be cuddled", I think he'd even desire to get mc's attention.

⋆Mc would simply smile at him and nothing else..

⋆At least at first...

⋆But after some time she'd realize that all those small children and those old people she was taking care of are mysteriously disappeared.

⋆She'd start worry, without any doubt, and try to talk to police about it.

⋆Police would investigate and talk to all those people who aren't disappeared yet..

⋆So they'd talk even to Nayuta.

⋆Guess what?

⋆They wouldn't suspect him at all.

⋆Since he's such an angel-face, policemen wouldn't think of him as the culprit.

⋆I mean...

⋆He's only a small young and weak boy.

⋆Soon mc would start to worry about all those people left.

⋆I headcanon that she would think of them as her family. Maybe because I've also imagined her to be orphan? Hmm..

⋆Nayuta would keep making all those men and women disappear.

⋆But why?

⋆Because he'd terribly love to have mc's attention.

⋆His brother Kanata has always taken care of him, even when Nayuta was perfectly fine and not sick.

⋆So I think our dear Nayuta would keep doing that until Mc will give him those attentions he'd like to get.

⋆But what if she didn't?

⋆Well..

⋆He'd continue until there will be none of those people, expect for mc and Nayuta himself.

⋆That would be the moment when Mc would realize how dangerous Nayuta actually is and try to escape from him.

⋆Wrong idea.

⋆Wrong decisione.

⋆She'd end up kidnapped, tied with her arms behind her back, in a ruined slum house.. Cozmez's one.

⋆After all...

⋆Who'd suspect an innocent and weak boy like Nayuta~?

⋆Only a crazy person would!

⋆A young, small and weak boy can't hurt anyone...

⋆Couldn't he?

⋆"Why are you crying?... 𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒?…"

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TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

Author’s Note: This story would not be here without the love, support and friendship of my incredible support system. You talk with me, you laugh with me, you listen when I’m crying, and you read my chaotic drafts when I am ready to pull my hair out of my head in frustration. I love you all. @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen @lemonjoonah. ALSO thank you to each and every one of you who encouraged me to post this story. This fic is dedicated to all of you as a token of my love and appreciation. Your support keeps me writing. Never doubt that for a second.

“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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god1ngs · 3 years ago

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╭៹ꜜ # forehead kisses ༉

c!wilbur arcs x reader

◟ᝰ warnings・some angst, one (1) mention of suicide/death

◟ᝰ notes・this is honestly just me rambling about c!wilbur. why is it so long please

ᝰ L'MANBUR ◞

wilbur is a fan of any and all kisses. really, he just likes to be close to you, but getting / giving kisses in the process? fantastic. he loves it. especially whenever he can make you lose focus from whatever you're working on and tell you to pay attention to him.

forehead kisses though? this guy is smitten for them.

gives them to you all the time: when you're working, when he's supposed to be working, when you're helping him take care of fundy— any time he can, wilbur will be giving you forehead kisses.

whenever you're busy, he'll usually pretend he has to walk past you for whatever reason and quickly kiss you on your forehead. he loves your reaction: telling him that you can't focus on your work. he only teases you more for it.

"if you can't focus on your work, then you should give me some attention, hm?"

he absolutely adores recieving them too. he always gets this blush on his face and the biggest smile. he especially loves whenever he has his head in your lap, your hand in his hair, and you lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

he will melt.

if you ever give him forehead kisses while he's cooking too? this man will not let go of you. hugging you from behind, his chin on your shoulder, even just having his arm pressed against yours; he's not straying away from you longer than a few seconds.

"wil, i can't dice the vegetables with your head on my shoulder."

"dice them with the other arm."

in conclusion: give him forehead kisses and let him kiss your forehead. please.

ᝰ POGTOPIABUR ◞

now, with pogtopia wilbur, there won't be very much affection. he's lost his country, been exiled, and killed within the span of minutes. he's still processing what happened as he's forced into a ravine with tommy.

he will probably avoid you for a little bit. he can't bare to look at you after the shame of what happened in 'manberg'. you don't care about that though, you care about him— one of the many reasons he fell in love with you.

after you find him and tell him that what happened doesn't matter to you, that he's still your wilbur, he'll be a little less ashamed of it.

now onto the forehead kissing before i begin rambling about pogtopia wilbur.

he doesn't give you as many forehead kisses as he did when he was still in his presidency. it's one of the many things you noticed had changed about him. you don't bring it up though: it's a given that he's changed somewhat after what happened. it isn't anything too bad, right?

it isn't very often you get to sit down and have a mere talk with wilbur anymore. he's been working a lot more— gathering resources, trying to make the cave a little more like home. you think he's overworking himself on purpose, to distract himself from what's happened.

when you do grt a chance to sit with him though, it's always the moments that you find yourself clinging to. sometimes you scoot closer to him until your legs are touching, the closest you two have gotten since pogtopia had started.

sometimes he'll hold you. he doesn't have the tight grasp he had when he was president, instead a looser one. you don't mind though. you're just happy to be held by wilbur again. he never speaks much when he holds you now, only tucks his head in the crook of your neck.

before he leaves, he'll lay a gentle kiss to you temple. it's nice. it reminds you of the old wilbur. you hope he's okay.

"i'll talk to you later, dear. i have things to do."

giving him forehead kisses though? he loves it. he never expresses it, but he loves it. if he has his head tucked in the crook of your neck and you kiss the top of his head, he'll give you a small squeeze. maybe you'll hear him let out a shaky breath. maybe you'll feel tears wet your neck.

every time you give him something as small as a kiss to the forehead, he's reminded why he keeps fighting. why he doesn't just blow l'manberg to the fucking ground. he hopes you'll be enough to stop him.

spoiler: you weren't.

ᝰ GHOSTBUR ◞

after wilbur's suicide, a desaturated lookalike replaced him. the ghost of wilbur soot. he acted nothing like the man, at least he didn't act like how he did in pogtopia. still, you welcomed him into your life.

ghostbur was nice to have around. you enjoyed his company; his carefree nature was a breath of fresh air from the usual melancholy from the rest of the server.

he told you of the many happy memories he had of wilbur's. only the happy ones though, you remember him telling you. fundy's first steps; fundy coming out as wilbur's son; the beginning of l'manberg and all the people in it; and so, so many of you. he told you many of the memories that included you.

"i have a lot of happy memories with you in them! alivebur really liked you."

ghostbur did too, it seems.

it wasn't long before the ghost of the man you love(d?) had crossed the line of friendship. you enjoyed it though, the affection and attention and whispered prasies— perhaps less because it was your lover's desaturated version and more so because it was ghostbur.

again, you've found yourself falling in love with wilbur soot.

the first time he kisses your forehead is when you're preparing potions. he swung by, as he usually did, with an ever so gleeful grin and a soft spoken, almost echoey tone. those things about ghostbur never changed.

"hello! i wanted to come see you! i was just as technoblade's place and..."

you let him tell you all about what had happened at techno's, even if it wasn't much. you were making potions while listening, nodding your head and humming along.

he stopped talking though and, right as you turned your head to ask why, you found yourself face to face with him. he grinned and, with a laugh, placed a kiss to your temple.

"thank you for listening to me, my dear! you're always so nice to me!"

in return, you lean up (even if he is a ghost, he's still the same towering stature of 6'5) and kiss his forehead as well. that's when you notice that the blush on his cheeks is blue? you'd have to see more of that.

for now, you'll enjoy ghostbur's giggles about how you kissed his forehead.

ᝰ REVIVEDBUR ◞

with ghostbur gone, as tommy had told you through rushed syllables and dragged you to the ruins of l'manburg, you had no clue if your past lover would have been waiting at the area he died.

to your (almost) surprise, he was. newly revived wilbur, in all his glory, standing atop of a hill. he's back.

tommy yells and shouts, although wilbur's not listening. he's more interested in ranboo and tubbo.

then he sees you.

and god, you're still as beautiful as he remembers.

he strolls over to you, boots tapping against the glass over the wreckage that once was a home. you don't have time to react before he's pulling you into a hug.

"my darling! oh, i haven't seen you in so long! what've you done? what've you been up to? we have so much to catch up on, my dear!"

you can't find it in yourself to pull away. after all these months, you've never realized how much you've missed wilbur.

you lean into his cold touch, let your arms wrap around his waist as they had done so many times before. you can't even hear tommy shouting at the two of you.

his head lifts up and he grins. you just notice the white streak in his hair. it's a nice touch.

he leans down to kiss your forehead— he'll save the first kiss since he's been revived in a more private area. after he's brushed his teeth as well.

he lets go of you after, going on to talk about how he spent thirteen years in limbo, in that damned train station— clawing at the cement walls, screaming for help, pacing until his feet went numb. you wince at the imagery.

it's not until later do you get to repay the favor of kissing his forehead, when he's got you on his lap, chest against chest. he holds you close to him as if he's never held you before, tight and reassuring.

he doesn't say anything in this moment. even with the joyous appearance he took on when he was first revived, you knew there was no way he was going to be ecstatic after. ecstatic to be revived? sure. but knowing life has gone on without you? never.

you tilt his head down to kiss his forehead. you can see the faint smile on his lips, although his words are teasing.

"did you really miss me that much, my dear? prime, you're reminding me of pogtopia... keep kissing me though, dear."

you don't speak, only letting the silence envelop you two before kissing his forehead again. you have all the time in the world now.

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chipies-and-chocolate · 2 years ago

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until that spring

hi guys! well I started to write a long series about Eddie because I don’t know how to hold myself off. this is my first story since school so I hope you can enjoy it as I really enjoyed writing it! I’ll try to update every weekend so if you want to be added to a tag list let me know.and because it makes me so mad, and I can’t with it, EDDIE IS NOT DYING HERE, OK? I really need him to have a happy ending my poor boy deserves it.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!oc Henderson

Summary: Basically, it’s the story about Dustin’s sister getting caught between her brother's adventures and how this affected her almost-more-than-friendship with Eddie. so, we will be going through the four seasons during the story.

Series warning: smut, some drugs and violence (so please don’t read it if you are under 18+ years old!), angst and a lot of fluff. if there’s anything else in some chapters I will warn.

note: for history purposes the oc is called Emma Clarisse Henderson and Eddie likes to call her by her middle name because he finds it adorable. and for d&d purposes she took the name Arwen.💕

i do not own any rights of stranger thing's content in this fic ; please do not copy or transale (im planing to update a spanish version maybe but depends if someone ask me to) the story.

1983

Sunday, November 6

It should be a casual game, no more than two hours of play, maybe a little longer, depending on the luck of the players. Emma couldn't help but sigh as she heard a giggle escaping from the dungeon master's mouth; four hours, four pizza boxes, two packs of beer and they were still there, sitting in front of a small board with only two figures on it.

—You could escape dear — Eddie smiled triumphantly —your statistics favour you—

She fixed her gaze on the boy's eyes, challenging him. Everything had gone great, they had reached the last chamber of the dungeon in about an hour and forty, they just had to take the loot and go home, but no, Eddie was not a benevolent dungeon master, even less if he intended to make a sadistic campaign, upon entering the room they were cornered by a dragon, crushing fred with a stomp; then he ate jeff, the healer, ending the advantage they had over the beast and after a while finally finish off gareth.

And there she was, alone against a dragon blocking the exit, only having two arrows left, her bow, a short sword and 4 life points. The other three boys looked at her expectantly, practically placing all the pressure of their pride on her shoulders. She smirked as she shook her head.

—No thanks, I don't want to give you pleasure. I'm going to shoot the son of a bitch— she finally said.

—are you sure? You need at least a 19 to kill him and not die instantly— asked gareth

—I feel lucky— she winked, taking one of the dice in front of her, beginning to shake it as Eddie watched her from across the table, covering his mouth with his left fist.

The piece fell with a soft sound on the board, bouncing three times finally stopping with a dull sound.She jumped up with a cry of relief, the group cheering with delight as the Hellfire leader sighed loudly a laugh.

—twenty! boom! This is how you destroy a lizard! — She exclaimed, sitting back looking at him triumphantly, he gave her a bow.

—It only took two hours longer than estimated, but I must congratulate you, Miss Arwen— he chuckled.

— shut your mouth Eds, short games are not an option with you.

The group stayed at the place for a while longer, laughing and complaining about the campaign until the girl finally stood up, stretching out her arms and taking her bag.

— Well guys, it has been a pleasure, but have to go, there’s school tomorrow—

— That's my signal— Eddie smiled getting up — garth, the care of the board is in your hands.

The mentioned one let out a lazy moan, she looked at him with a bit of remorse for leaving the mess without helping to tidy up.

They both finally left the garage where they had spent the last five hours, meeting the last reflections of the sun and a cold autumn breeze, then the girl hurried to the van, taking the passenger seat, rubbing her arms to generate some warmth.

— You're so chilly — the boy laughed, closing his door.

— It's almost winter, it's cold — she clarified frowning — besides, I've been sitting for a long time, that's your fault.

He shrinked his shoulders

— I didn't mean for it to be so long—

— Fallacies — she exclaimed, staring at him while he raised his hands laughing, spreading her, she stared at him for a moment, the 17-year-old boy had been letting his hair grow for a while, which was practically the same length as hers. she raised her hand to slightly untangle his hair, slightly stunning him– your hair has grown quite a bit.

— bitchin’, right? — He answered with a giggle, and she smiled softly.

— Long hair suits you — she mentioned innocently removing her hand to put on the seat belt, without noticing the small blush that she had caused in him –by the way, thanks for taking me—

— my pleasure —he replied, making contact to start the engine and begin to drive — after all, I passed by you and insisted that you attend.

— Anyway, I had no plans — she continued while she opened the trunk to explore among the music tapes and chose one — and the games you've been doing lately are great, it's fun to see the boys suffer.

Eddie laughed softly at the comment, taking his eyes off the street for a second, looking at Emma, head leaning against the window with her blue eyes closed, dark curls falling untidily to her shoulders without actually touching them; Dead Kennedys playing through the speakers accompanied by humming by the girl, he turned his gaze back to the road.

Finally they arrived at Emma’s home, having already darkened so only the dim light that escaped through the windows of the house and that emitted by the headlights of the van illuminated the landscape, he stopped next to the driveway, diminishing the music volume.

—Last stop— he stated, she softly opened her eyes and jumped down.

— oh —Emma stopped before closing the door — egg sandwich tomorrow?

— sounds good, I'll pick you up at the usual time—

— Okay — instead of closing the door, the girl began to play with her fingers staring at them, he raised an eyebrow trying to decipher the situation until after a few seconds he heard her murmur —Would you… like to come in and have dinner?

Eddie didn't make a sound, looking at her thoughtfully, understanding her behaviour; They were friends since elementary school, he used to go with her everywhere and began to take her in his car always since he got his licence; she had spent countless afternoons at his house, in his room; she had prepared each new recipe that she learned for him and his uncle, with whom in fact she got along very well, he liked her "she is a good girl" he had heard him comment more than once; somehow she was always there, being a part of practically every aspect of his life; however, he had created a kind of barrier as far as the girl's life was concerned, he always found an excuse not to enter her house, he had never sat at the same table with his family and he really had no idea how Emma's room looked, every time he dropped her off she always asked the same type of question, and he always had an excuse to refuse.

— Clary— he began to say slowly, trying to think of some old enough excuse.

— Mom is not here today — she interrupted, staring at him, and then began to recite information very quickly — neither is Dustin, she went out to play cards with her friends because we were going out, usually she is late when she goes out with her friends even if it is Sunday, and- and Dusts is with the Wheelers, playing a campaign that they have been planning for weeks so he told us that he probably wouldn't make it to dinner, so there's only the cat, I could make macaroni and cheese and we could eat in my room... if you want —

Silence invaded the space for a few moments,Emma watched him expectantly with a frown and rosy cheeks, until the boy shouted a laugh, disconcerting her.

— Henderson — he contained the laugh to be able to breathe while turning off the car's engine and then removed the key, noticing how her eyes lighted up — how long have you been thinking about everything you just said?

— Since mom said she was going with her friends... on Wednesday — she answered, looking at the floor embarrassed, hearing a sigh from him.

— Well, I can't say no to such an effort— he raised his hands in surrender, she couldn't hide the enormous smile that took over her lips. — fine, but the mac n’ cheese better be amazing.

They both left the van and walked towards the house, he walked slowly, nervous while she took little jumps, advancing a couple of steps to open the door and let him pass, he contemplated for a moment the possibility of using some excuse to flee from the situation, but he didn't want to make Emma sad; he took a deep breath before slowly walking through the door,then feeling how it closed behind him; he looked around for a moment, like an animal in an unfamiliar place, the house was spacious but cosy and smelled of honeysuckle.

— are you…good? -the girl asked with some concern, he nodded while he continued to scrutinise the place until he felt something lazily colliding with his leg, distracting him, an orange cat walked between his legs meowing friendly, and the girl laughed taking the feline between her arms — oh, this is ms mews…come on, I'll show you my room.

Emma let go of the cat who protested meowing, she happily took Eddie's hand to guide him to her room, they crossed the living room and went down a side corridor, reaching the end of this the girl finally released him to open the right door. again letting him pass first, this time leaving the door open.

— I present to you my private lair - Emma said dramatically

He entered the room with his mouth slightly open, the room was two or three times his own, curiously very different from any of the possibilities that had crossed his mind, amusingly bizarre, the walls were covered in a wallpaper of small pink lilies which in turn was partially covered by different types of posters and papers grouped by theme, In the centre of the wall opposite the door was the bed, double, white wrought iron and unmade. there was a dresser cover of notebooks and books in disarray, however, something caught his attention, he began to walk towards the end of the room finding a desk whose wall was full of photos that had been taken from time to time, drawings of dungeons and dragons that he had made for her and others made by herself; He kept exploring the surface, coming across a drawing partially obscured by a walkman, but he could still make out "hellfire club", he heard the hurried footsteps of the girl behind him as he began to move his hand closer to the device, to take it and observe the complete drawing.

— wait! — She said stopping him and then throwing what was on her desk into a drawer under it and hastily closing it, laughing nervously — that's still something in progress.

— Well — he answered with a mocking smile — it wasn't exactly hidden.

— If it has something on top, it's hidden — the girl asserted and then took him by the wrist to drag him to the kitchen — come on, I have to prepare food.

Eddie stumbled after her, laughing, once in the kitchen, he sat on one of the benches in front of the counter propping his head on one hand while she got a box of macaroni and cheese from the pantry and began to cook; while the pasta was cooking she prepared the sandwiches that they would have for lunch the next day and stored them in the fridge.

— voila! — she exclaimed, showing him the saucepan after placing the powdered cheese on the pasta and stirring it — we had dinner.

— Great — he replied , smiling tenderly and then getting up and walking towards the fridge while the girl put the food on the plates — do you have any beer?

— very funny — she looked at him with narrowed eyes — there were some sodas at the top.

Eddie took a couple of cans and one of the plates Emma had served, she took the other plate and a couple of spoons; they carried the food into the room where he took the chair by her desk and she sat on the edge of the bed, beginning to eat.

— This is great — Emma smiled.

— you think so? — he smiled back.

— Of course, I do — she continued, taking a bite in her mouth – it only took me almost three and a half years to get you into my house, but you know, it's still great.

— hey — he tried to counter, without really having anything in his favour — don't say it like that.

— Calm down Munson — she said sarcastically — I understand that you fear dinner, I mean, it's terrifying.

– Clarisse – he left his plate half finished and sat next to the girl while she looked at him with puppy eyes – it's not like that

— then what is it? Because I'm relatively sure you're not allergic to cats.

— It's just… — he sighed, looking away from the girl, looking at a flask on the night table, he wrinkled his eyebrows while getting closer to take it — what is this?

— Eds… — Emma snorted at the obvious change of subject.

— I'm serious — he answered, looking at the bottle, the girl raised an eyebrow taking the bottle from his hand.

— for sleep — she finally said — you know that sometimes I have problems with that.

— You never take them in my house.

— I don't need them when I'm with you — she murmured without thinking, looking at the bottle and then leaving it in its place — with you I feel calm… 80 percent of the time.

— 80? — he laughed — what about the other 20 percent?

— That 20 percent you are an idiot — she chuckled.

— I think it is much more than 20 percent — he continued.

— do not overestimate yourself, Munson — she said between laughs that were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the house door closing, the boy tensed slightly; she took his hands in her own — it must be Dustin, wait here a moment, I'll go see.

He relaxed slightly as he nodded, Emma then disappeared behind the door, walking towards the entrance of the house, meeting his brother who seemed a bit upset.

— hey gremlin, you're late — she greeted, shaking the boy's cap — what's wrong? Did you get your ass kicked on the campaign?

— we didn't finish it — denied the boy walking to the kitchen to get the milk from the fridge — and now I owe Will one of my comics.

— You were there practically all day and they didn't finish it? — she laughed — which comic did you lose?

— x men 134 — he sighed.

— Well, I'll get you another one then — the girl gave the boy a glass, and he renewed his spirits.

— really?

— Of course, I'll get it before work, what do you think?

— Cool! — Dustin stopped what he was doing to give her a hug — you're great Ems.

— I know — Emma laughed, patting her brother's head before taking him by the shoulders, breaking the hug — very well when you're done with that go straight to bed, okay? now I'll go to sleep, so don't go to my room. understood?

— Uh, I guess— The boy wrinkled his eyebrows in strangeness.

— Okay then, good night — Emma began to walk lazily back to her room

After being left alone, Eddie had dropped onto the bed, managing to slightly perceive the girl's scent, feeling a small blush; He sighed deeply, closing his eyes as he recalled a conversation from a few days ago.

“— seriously man — exclaimed Gareth lying on an old armchair in his garage - when are you going to ask her out?

— what are you talking about? — He answered by tuning his guitar without paying much attention.

— Emma — specified his friend, disconcerting him, causing him to loosen way too much the string that he was trying to sing.

—the hell are you talking about man? — He questioned trying to avoid looking irritated.

— Come on Eddie — Jeff intervened leaving his guitar next to him — the only person who doesn't know about the great crush you have on her is her, you should ask her out.

The boy clucked his tongue, shaking his head.

— you guys are delusional— he said softly, looking at his friends — that's not gonna happen.

— Why not? she surely likes you— Gareth asked.

—Because — now clearly irritated Eddie emphasised — it wouldn't make sense, Emma has a future, shit, I've never seen her making any effort to have good grades and even so she will surely get into a good college, me? I'm just an outcast who hopes for his band to achieve something one day, it's not compatible ”

He opened his eyes slightly when he heard the door, saw how the girl looked at him tenderly, and took off her sneakers to lie down next to him, who closed his eyes again.

— how is the little nerd? — he asked softly.

— Don't call him that— she whispered, beginning to massage his scalp, feeling sleepy— it's okay, but they didn't finish the game.

— Mhn that sounds fun — He chuckled and then yawned — I should go, it's pretty late.

— A little longer — Emma murmured with closed eyes, pinching one of the sleeves of his shirt trying to keep him from pulling away from her.

— Okay, I'll stay a little longer — he smiled, kicking off his sneakers to properly accommodate himself and hug her, who was already breathing deeply, falling asleep, being imitated involuntarily by him.

after a couple of hours, Eddie woke up lazily to a new sound at the entrance of the house, assuming that it was his friend's mother, who was already completely asleep in his arms, making him smile; he slowly brought one of his hands closer to the girl's face to trace her lips with his thumb, imagining what it would be like to kiss her. he let out a long sigh trying to get the image out of his head and slipped out of bed trying not to wake her, then covering her with the duvet that rested at the foot of the bed, he put on his tennis, turned off the light and then slipped away. as quietly as possible through the bedroom window.

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Steve Harrington sucks.

Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

A/N: Yay! My first request done!🎉✨ Please don’t hesitate to request anything, and I hope you enjoy. Sorry it tooks so long, I just started school.

Summary: (Y/n) Henderson has been through some shit in her 17 years. Her father leaving, an overprotective mother, bullies, interdimensional monsters, government conspiracies, etc. Needless to say her life was constantly changing. There was one thing that will always remain the same though. And that was the hatred she has for the one and only Steve Harrington.

Request from anon.

Masterlist

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You and Steve have never seen eye to eye. You haven’t for a very long time. You two used to be best friends, but that was a long time ago. Before high school and cliques mattered, and before Steve was known as “King Steve.” But once you two entered freshman year, Steves popularity rose and you were left behind.

Even though you and Steve no longer associated with each other, that didn’t stop you two from fighting any chance you got.

You two argued about everything. If you said the sky is blue, Steve would argue that its actually purple. No kidding, he actually made the argument that the sky was purple. Needless to say, you two hated each other.

“Steve, I swear if you don’t move your feet I’ll--”

“You’ll what Y/n, please tell me what you’ll do?

“ I’ll take your feet and shove it up you---”

“Can you guys not...”

It was always like this. Ever since Steve started dating Nancy it was like he was always there. And because Nancy was your best friend, you got reacquainted with the King of Hawkins High.

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After everything Will with through with the Upside down and El, you were relieved that it was over. You could go back to your normal life of being a big sister and being top of the class. But then your brother started acting weird.

It started on Halloween, he came home and was holding his ghost trap thing from Ghostbusters weirdly. You thought it was a rat or something at first but something seemed off.

Then Mews went missing. Mews was given to you on your thirteenth birthday, so loosing her was devastating to you. You still had faith that she just ran out and was lost somewhere in the woods. You spent hours looking for her but no dice so far. You were in your room when your mom called you from the kitchen.

“Yeah?!” you shouted, finishing up some missing flyers for Mews.

“Can you go find Dusty for me? It’s getting dark outside.” After the incident with Will and Barb, the parents became a lot more wary when it came to being out after dark.

Rolling your eyes, you get up from your small desk and walk out to the kitchen where your mom is. As you get closer, you smell the weird concoction your mother is making on the stove. Your mom wasn’t the best cook.

“Did he mention where he was going?” you ask, scrunching up your face at the sight of the...stew??

“He mentioned something about Lucas and a code red?? Whatever that means.”

“Code red?” you ask, you weren’t too nervous because code red could mean anything. and Dustin tends to be over dramatic. But still, a small voice in the back of your head is warning you.

“I’m not too sure dear. Would you like to have a taste before you leave?” aaand that was your cue to leave. You start rushing to the door

“Sorry mom! I better go find Dustin before it gets to late.”

You start to make your way down the road when a flash of red catches your eye, you walk towards it . You realize its just some pieces of meat. Then you see what looks like a trail. Leading from your basement to the woods. A bad feeling settles in your stomach, and before you go in the woods, you get a hockey stick that you wrapped with barb wire a few months ago just incase.

Then you follow the trail of meat into the woods.

You follow the trail till it leads you to the junkyard. By the time you got there it was already dark and surprisingly foggy.

“Dustin?!!” You shout, seeing the pile of meat stopping. You step over it as you walk around shouting for your brother.

“Hello!!? Dustin this isn’t funny, moms worried about you.”

And that's when you heard it. A low growling sound. Right behind you.

“Y/N!! WATCH OUT”

You spin around to see what looked like a demogorgon, but on all fours like a dog. And it was slowly walking towards you. Growling as it stepped closer and closer. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you tighten your grip on the hockey stick. Adrenaline rushing through your body. Your senses heightened as you focused on the creature in front of you. You lowered your body into a crouch to prepare for an attack. You slowly backed away slowly as it stalked toward you. You heard what sounded like Lucas or Dustin tell you to run but you knew if you turned around, that thing would pounce on you and you’d be dead. And if you died, what would happen to your brother? To Lucas?

Then the demodog lunged at you. The muscles in its leg tightened as it jumped toward you. You held your breath as you swung the stick with all your might, hitting the monster in mid air. It yelped as its body was flung sideways. It layed there for a moment them leaped up on all fours again, You backed away but never took your eyes off it.

“Holy shit what is she doing” a girl??

“YEAH THATS MY SISTER!” Dustin

“Y/N THREE O’CLOCK! THREE O’CLOCK!” shit.

You can see another figure moving in your peripheral vison. Another one. You position your body so your able to see both dogs at the same time, but then you hear chirping and growling from all ends. You were being surrounded.

“STEVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Then, Steve Harrington runs out of a broke down bus, bat in hand as he settles up behind you.

“What the hell are you doing here Harrington?”

“Saving your ass Henderson, what does it look like?”

“I had this under control”

“Oh yeah, being surrounded definitely screams under control.”

You aren’t given a chance to respond as another demodog leaps at you and Steve, forcing you to swing out and hit it again straight in the head. Another dog leaps at Steve, and he manages to hit it with the bat.

“We’re going to die if we stay here” you say assessing the situation.

“ No shit sherlock.”

“Shut up and listen” You shout. “you run back to the bus. You need to protect the kids. I’m going to distract these fuckers. When I say the word, you open the bus door and let me in. These things hunt in packs, so they won’t chase both of us if I run first.”

“Henderson thats--” You don’t hear the rest as you dash from the spot. As predicted the dogs chase you and don’t pay no mind to Steve. You can see Steve reluctantly run back to the bus as you take a lap around the junkyard. You have to hit some more dogs but you manage to get back where you were.

Then you were tackled. Dropping your stick you scream in pain as the demodog digs it claws in your shoulder. You struggled to get your stick as the other dogs get closer and the one on top of you is lowering its flower mouth to your throat.

“Y/N” you hear your brother scream desperately. You find the strength to kick the dog off of you and launch yourself off the ground. You scoop up the hockey stick and swat the other dog that was in your way as you sprint towards the bus.

“NOW STEVE LET ME IN” You screech as you near the bus. The doors slide open as hands wrap around your arms and pull you in.

You lay there for a few seconds breathless. Muscles burning and ears ringing. You ignore the kids talking over each other and Dutsin fretting over you. You just breath, feeling a bit safer than you did outside. Then something rams into the side of the bus. The kids start screaming and Steve shouts something. You gather your strength once more and stand up, your body screaming at you. You see those demon dogs are trying to get in through the roof. You watch Steve start fighting them as you push the kids behind you. You step forward to help when suddenly they stop. Then they all run away and its quiet. After a few moments you feel weak and slump to the floor.

“Woah woah, Henderson” Steve surges forward and grabs you by the shoulders, you hiss in pain as he grabs the wound, “Shit, this is bad”

“Bad? What do you mean bad? How bad??” Dustin questions, his eyes watering at the thought of loosing his sister.

“I’m fine Dusty.” You say standing up. “ It probably just needs a cleaning and some stitches that all.”

‘You look like you should be an extra in a WW2 documentary.” Steve deadpans. “You should go home.”

You roll your eyes “ Oh like YOU would know what that would look like, you don’t even show up to history class.”

“ That's not the point Henderson, your arm is about to fall off.”

“I am not leaving these kids here defenseless.” you say crossing your arms, but wince as you do.

“First of all they have me, and second of all, you can’t even move your arm! You’d be in the way.”

“ I’m sorry but who was the one that distracted those things? Who came up with that plan to get you back in the bus??” you say, annoyed at the accusation of being useless.

“she has a point” muttered Lucas, earning him a smack in the arm by Max and a glare from Steve.

“Listen Harrington” You say poking him in the chest. “ I’m fine, im not going anywhere, and I can kick your ass even with my arm fucked up. Now we’re going to get out of this FUCKING bus and figure out what the fuck is going on. AM I CLEAR?”

A shocked silence settles in the bus. Lucas and Dustin chuckled and Max smirked in admiration. Steve glared at you, simply saying “Crystal” and turned around marching off the bus. You roll your eyes as Lucas and Max get off as well, leaving only you and your brother.

“That was really badass. The way you fought those demodogs back there.” Dustin said looking up at you.

You smile and ruffle his hair.

“ I wasn’t going to let them get my Dusty Bun” You say in a baby tone pulling him in for a hug. He groans at the name but hugs you back.

“HENDERSONS MOVE YOUR ASSES” Steve shouts. You roll your eyes and nudge Dustin towards the door.

“Come on, before King Steve blows a gasket”

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You find out that Dart killed Mews and are absolutely devastated. Dustin felt guilty as he was basically the reason why your beloved cat died.

“It’s fine Dustin, now I have even more of a reason to kick their doggy ass.”

You walk ahead of the group seething in anger and fear. Your arm was still sluggishly bleeding and throbbing in pain.

“You really should do something about that shoulder” Steve said as he walks up next to you.

“Sure, let me just stop at the hospital while my brother and his friends chase flesh eating dogs from another dimension.” you reply in an sarcastic tone.

“I’m just trying to help.” Steve says in a soft tione

You roll your eyes and mutter a fine. You then rip a strip of fabric from the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around your shoulder.

‘There are you happy now?”you ask

Steve is stunned, he never realized how...tough you are.In fact this whole experience has made him realize how smart and resilient you’ve become. Far different from the shy quiet girl you used to be when the two of you were friends. He never wanted to stop being your friend, in fact he even harbored a little crush on you but he just got caught up in the popularity and attention. Then he got with Nancy and started seeing you constantly again, only now you hated him. It hurt him in ways he didn’t understand. And while he’ll always love Nancy, he’s starting to realize that maybe he’s starting to fall in love with you too.

You look at him weird, as he just stared at you with this weird look on his face. You walked past him as the entrance to the lab becomes clear.

“Hey guys” You shout. “We’re here.”

Then you hear it. Bone chilling roars fill the air. The lights are out inside the lab and you can hear the screams of the people inside. and then rustling comes from the woods. You push the kids behind you and Steve as you tighten the grip on your weapons.

“Steve?” “Y/n?’

“Nancy?’” “Jonathan?”

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After finding out El was actually alive and Will’s interrogation, you officially have seen it all. You, Steve, and the rest of the kids stayed in the Byers house while the “A team” went back to the lab. You finally were cleaning your shoulder when you heard the rumble of an engine.

Great Billy Hargrove.

“It’s my brother! If he catches me here he’ll kill me” Max says, he tone laced in fear. You and Steve look at each other, and then Steve walks out to deal with Billy.

“Quick hide and don’t let him see you” you say moving toward the door. You open it in time to see Billy knock Steve down and kick him. You flinch and are just glad that it wasn’t you.

“Oh” Billy coos, “ Are you gonna let me in Princess or am I gonna have to move you?”

“Moving me sounds fun, how about we try that” you flirt back, hey anything to get him to calm down.

He chuckles. “Nice try toots but I got a bone to pick with my step sister.” And with that she shoves you out of the way. You realize that you can’t fight Billy off alone, so you run to help Steve.

“Come on Harrington, up you go” You try and help him up. You hear the kids shouting and some stuff smashing. “Come on Steve, he’s on there with the kids.” You say urgently.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Steve says, finally getting up. You and Steve rush into the house to see Billy holding Lucas up against a shelf. Steve then rushes to the two, as you go to the kids making sure they’re behind you.

“YOU’RE DEAD SINCLAIR, SO DEAD”

“No, you are” and with that Steve punches Billy in the face. You pull Lucas away, checking him over to make sure he’s alright. The kids are cheering Steve on as he beats Billy.

“KICK HIS ASS STEVE”

Then the tables turn. Billy smashes a plate over Steves head, knocking him down and punching him in the face. They get into the living room and Billy isn’t stopping. He’s punching Steve in the face continuously.

“STOP YOU’RE GONNA KILL HIM” Dustin screams

“BILLY NO”

You rush forward and try to pull him off. “Billy thats enough, he’s already down!” he just pushes you to the ground and resumes his beating. You get up, desperate to help Steve.

“Y/n!” You hear Max yell. You look at her and she hands you something.

Will’s morphine.

Without a second thought you ripped the cap off the needle and injected the drug in Billy’s neck. He flinched and stood up, giving poor Steve a break from his brutal beating.

“youbitchwhatdidyoudo” He slurred as he pulled the needle from his neck. He then fell on his back, half unconscious. Max, surprising you all, took Steves bat and yelled.

“From now on you leave me and my friends alone, you understand?!”

“Screw you.”

She brought down the bat between his legs. Your eyes widened as she slammed the nail covered bat on the floor between them.

“SAY YOU UNDERSTAND. SAY IT! SAY IT!”

“I understand” Billy finally whispered as the drugs took over. After watching that you ran over to Steve. You checked his pulse just to make sure he was alright.

“Alright Harrington, get up” You said. “Come on Steve.”

“Y/n, we don’t have time.” Mike said. “We have to help El.”

“How are you even going to the tunnels Mike? It’s too far to walk.” You say as you put Steve's head on your lap.

Max then walks up to Billy and pulls his keys out of his jacket. “Y/n can drive us.” she says. Then the whole party laughs. “What? What's so funny?”

“Y/n can’t drive us” Dustin said laughing. You glare at him from your spot.

“Why not?” Max asks.

“Because” Mike replies, “ She failed like three of her drivings tests”

“Yeah, unless you want to hit every mail box on the way and get whiplash, y/n is out” Lucas chimed in.

“Hey! I was not that bad” you yelled incredulously. “ Besides what would we do with Steve?”

“Leave him here?” Mike said

“With Billy?” You asked

“Yeah we could just tie Billy up or something”

“We are not leaving Steve” Dustin said. “He’ll be chill when he wakes up, I promise.”

“We still can’t go” you say. The group groans

“Why not” Mike says

“Because, I can’t drive you.” You reply. Then Max ‘s face brightens

“I can drive.” She says

Suddenly, you’re in the backseat of Billy's stolen car, Steve sprawled across yours, Mikes, and Dustin's lap as Max drives erratically to the field.

And then Steve wakes up.

“y/n??” He mutters looking at Mike, Mike gives him the side eye as Dustin starts talking.

“Hey buddy” Dustin says “ He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight”

“Dustin!” you shout

“What?”

‘Oh god” Steve says realizing what was happening “ Oh my god stop the car!!”

“Steve I promised them you’d be cool if we brought you”

“oh god

“Make a left here” “you’re okay”

“Steve relax she’s driven before”

“yeah in a parking lot””That counts!”

“Stop yelling!”

“Stop the car, stop the car” Max takes a sharp turn

“WOAHH” “STOPTHE CAR”

“Steve calm down” “I told you we should have left him!’“

“AHH SLOW DOWN” “CALM DOWN”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP! I’M TRYING TO FOCUS”

Max hits the breaks as she makes to to the field. You all stumble out of the car and head to the trunk, getting ready to head into the tunnels. As you’re putting on your mask and goggles Steve stumbles to the back of the car yelling,

“HELLO! Do you guys hear me, we are not going down there!”

“Y/n how could you let them talk you into his” “ARE YOU DEAF? HELLO?

“WE ARE NOT---”

“STEVE!” Dustin shouted, “The fact of the matter is that a party member needs our assistance. We can’t just abandon her.”

“...fine” Steve says, and he puts on the bandana and goggles. You walk up to him and hand him his bat. “ Wow Harrington, you’ve never looked better”

“Ha ha, get in the hole”

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After struggling to get into the hole, you finally made it into the tunnels. It was dark and damp in there. Cold as you and the party walked further and further into what could be your doom. Specks of...something floated in the air and the walls were covered in what looked like vines. Steve was at the from of the line while you were at the end.Making sure both ends were covered and there wasn’t any chance at a sneak attack.

You stood at the back with Dustin as he kneeled down to tie his shoe and then a flurry of that white shit sprayed in his face. He started freaking out immediatly, screming and spitting

“SHIIT! ITS IN MY MOUTH!”

Steve ran over to him and started asking whats wrong. Seeing Steve so worried about your brother warmed your heart, especially because it’s been so long that Dustin had a male figure who cared about him in his life. Now that you think about it, Steve has been really protective over Dustin these past few days, in fact he--

“Hey Y/n, are you okay” Steve says, interrupting your thought.

You look at him and nod, “We should keep going”

He nods and take his place back in the front. The group only had to walk a few more steps till they reached the hub,

“Let’s torch it” Steve said as he stepped forward. The kids spread out, pouring gasoline on every inch of the cavern. After you were done, Steve pulled out his lighter and flicked it on.

“You ready?” He said. You all nodded and prepared to run for your life. Steve threw the lighter and the whole hub was lit. The everyone ran. Mike got caught as a vine wrapped around his leg. Steve struggled to it get off when you came around.

“Stand back!” you yelled and swung you hockey stick down on the vine a couple times. This cut it in half as you heard it..squeal?? You then helped Mike up and urged him to start running. You were almost back to the hole when you were stopped.

A demodog stood in the way of your freedom. Hunched low and growling as it wait for you to make your move. Thats when Dustin spoke up.

“Dart” “Shh Dustin get behind me” You shushed him, trying to pull him away from the creature but with no luck. He slowly walked toward iy.

“Dustin what are you doing?””Get away from it” the rest of the group whispered as he pulled a candy bar from his pocket.

“yumm nougat” He said, breaking the candy bar into pieces and fed them to the demon dog. ‘There you go buddy, eat up” He then waved to you.

“hurry up go” He said still crouched down. Carefully, each member of the party passed by. Creeping passed the demodog who paid no attention.

“Bye buddy” Dustin whispered as you and Steve pulled him away.

You finally got to the hole. You and Steve helped each of the kids up the rope. Rushing as you heard the rest of the demodogs running to find you. You finally got Dustin up the rope when you saw them. The pack of demodogs running full speed toward you and Steve. There was no time for either of you to get up the rope. Steve pulled you into his chest as the pack drew nearer. You tensed up, waiting to get torn apart by these creatures.

“Y/N! STEVE” Dustin cried, being held back by Mike and Lucas.

The closer they got the harder it was for you to breath. You closed your eyes and dug your face into Steves chest.

They ran past you. The demodogs run right passed you and Steve as if you weren’t there. You feel them run past your legs, bumping into you as they are called somewhere else.

You sigh in relief . You look around the cavern, realizing you’re not dead. Steve laughs a breathless laugh as you smile, the threat of death gone. You realize that you’re still pressed up against him, and look up. Staring into the brown eyes of the one and only Steve Harrington. His goggles pulled up against his forehead and his bandana around his neck.

You don’t know if the adrenaline or you not giving a fuck, but you fling off your safety glasses, pull down your bandana ans surge up.

Capturing Steve’s lips in a kiss.

He makes a little ‘oomph” sound in surprise as he realizes what's happening. But then he relaxes and kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your hands go into his hair as you wrap your arms around his neck, prompting him to lean closer. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you begin to let it in when--

“OH GOD, REALLY?”

Dustin. “GUYS THEY'RE MAKING OUT’”

“Ewww, come on do you really gotta do that here” Lucas complains.

“Yeah! we don’t wanna see that” Mike says, frowning in disgust.

“Come on’ Max says, pulling Dustin and Lucas by the collar of their shirts. Mike following behind them.

You pull away from Steve, giggling as you see the awe struck face he's making.

“Come on King Steve” You say, starting to crawl up the rope. “Before Max starts joy riding and leaves us here. He shakes his head as he watches you get to the top and starts climbing.

“Hold your horses Henderson, I’m coming.”

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