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Old roughs of the start of a P5 fan comic of “how I thought it was gonna end” I drew well before the royal came out
#persona 5#persona#akira kurusu#morgana#ren amamiya#p5#I had to leave for break and stop playing p5 for a full month right before the last palace#so by the time I got back to playing I had a whole idea of how I thought it was gonna end#I’m not saying my end was better just#just didn't find base p5 narratively fulfilling#I was so so so so so disappointed with the original ending of p5 cuz I felt it left a bunch of things unclosed#and the last villain didn't actually tie in so well with the rest of the story#and to be frank last villain had so much less emotional impact than any of the other targets#so I wrote down a bunch of notes of how I thought it was gonna end?#I thought it never got any further than notes#but apparently I roughed out the first 3 pages#never gonna get back to it probably#royal fixed a bunch of the issues I had so I’m good now#these came up while I was looking for something else#trinket from the art salvaging voyage I’m on this morning#fanart#also eyyyyy my old art styleeeeeee
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okay so i’m thinking likeee paige has like a school girl crush on the new professor so she’s like making excuses to get her help and going to her office hours for stupid questions and like reader can see through it but she plays along and then maybe like paige is in her office because she “needs help” and reader like stands behind her and like does that leaning over the shoulder thing teachers do and like the tension is just so thick that eventually one of them folds and kisses the other and like yeah then they fuck on readers office desk! (hit a blinker everytime i said like…)
anyway thank you!!!
⟡꒰ favorite teacher ꒱⟡
➜ summary: paige finally gets with her hot teacher
➜ warnings: teacher x student, smut
➜ pairing: student!paige x hot teacher reader
➜ authors note: mind you i was BAKED when i wrote this so yea. kind of proofread??? idk i might make a part 2 if that’s what the people want but this one fucking sucks i’m sorry (also @slutzforbueckers this is for u ☝️)
teaching physics at uconn was NOT in your 2025 bingo card, but alas, they needed a professor and they needed one FAST which is how you got here. 29 years old and teaching a bunch of your peers. it was weird, knowing a lot of them probably had crushes on you or were around the same age, but you began to find your way around. you just tried to focus on your work and your teaching which was enough. your class was boring and you didn’t find any of the students that interesting. sure, having the paige bueckers in your class was cool, but you never thought much of it. if anything, the stereotypical athlete ego made you think that paige wouldn’t even respect you.
but you were WAY off.
the minute she watched you waltz through the door, her heart stuttered. she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen someone so beautiful in her life, much less a professor. paige watched you every day. she watched how you moved, how you spoke, how you paced when you were nervous. she was infatuated and knew she had to have you. it started subtle. paige would come up to you after class and say thank you for the lecture or she’d ask a question and speak more than others. this went on for around a month before you realized that maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.
after many lunchtime visits, staying after class, and emailing about questions, paige became more than a student to you. she was YOUR student. she never visited other teachers- hell, she barely even spoke to them which was how you knew she was yours. she only gave this amount of attention to you. it was a thursday when paige wanted more. she decided to go to your office after hours to “ask a question”. she stuffed her textbook and notebook into her bag, threw on a compression shirt, and made her way to your office.
you heard and knock at the door and responded without looking up, “come in!” paige took a deep breath and opened the door, looking at you breathlessly. she was always shocked by your beauty. “ah, paige. its good to see you. do you need help with anything?” you asked, eyes piercing into her own. you couldn’t deny that the way her muscles showed made you a bit squirmy in your twirly chair. “i needed- uh, i just needed some help on problems 12 and 13.” she said softly. you rolled your eyes internally, knowing what she was doing. you knew from the start but this just confirmed it. she wanted to sleep with you.
of course, you didn’t object to the thought but you weren’t gonna make the first move. she had to break if she wanted it. “of course, paige! here- sit down and read it to me so i can help.” you smiled and gestured to the chair on the opposite side of your desk. paige sat and pulled out her books, making something up about ‘not knowing the numbers’. you tried to explain it and watched her pretend to struggle for a while before walking over and placing a hand on the desk in front of her, the other behind her chair. “sorry, i just need a closer look” you murmured, staring at her paper and loving the way her breath hitched. paige nodded and looked straight ahead but then turned, her nose brushing against yours. neither of you moved but your eyes gravitated towards her lips.
of course, she noticed and looked at your lips as well before pressing them to yours firmly. it was a fight for dominance. she was so desperate for you and was trying to stand up so she could pin you against the wall and have her way with you but you were quick. you held her shoulders to keep her in the chair and moved to straddler her lap. “do you think i haven’t noticed you eye-fucking me? the way you ask me so nicely for help?” paige whined, completely dropping her tough act. she wanted you and she wanted you bad. she didn’t care if she had control or not. you began to roll your hips against hers in the chair, eliciting a whine from her pink lips. she squirmed and began to tug your jeans down with ease, tossing them to the side and bringing her fingers to your clothed pussy. looks like she wanted control after all.
she placed her fingers in her lap, facing up. “ride my fingers. please.” she begged, as if it would give her pleasure too. you nodded, wanting to obey the younger girl, and pulled your panties to the side, sinking down on your students fingers. you let out a soft moan but paige? paige let out a loud moan, relishing in how your gorgeously dripping cunt squeezed her finger.s you rolled your hips against her, reminding her that she wanted to be in control so she began to thrust them into you, leaving small marks on your neck as she did so. she curled her fingers, listening to her favorite professors moans.
you began to rock your hips on her again, moaning and whining. she brought her thumb over to graze your clit while she pumped into you. the coil in your stomach was tighter, making you moan and whimper more. paige loved it and just sped up her movements. “fuck, paige… im gonna cum.” you moaned. she whined and nodded, “please- please cum for me” that was when the coil snapped. your hips stuttered against her and she whined, feeling her fingers get coated in you. she pulled them out and licked them clean with a soft sigh. her eyes fluttered open and she looked at you, “i need help, professor. im so wet and i need someone to fix it” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. you got out of her lap and gently moved her so she was sitting on your desk. “it’s okay, honey. you know i can help with anything.”
you pulled down her sweatpants and boxers, admiring them before tossing them to the side. you settled between her legs and guided her toned legs over your shoulder. “you’re so toned, fuck…” you mumbled. no one you knew looked like her and that made you want her more. she whimpered and brought her hands to tug on your hair. “please- mommy, i want it” mommy. you could work with that. it was nice that one of your students not much younger than you worshipped you like that. you instantly ran a stripe up her cunt, making paige moan. she was so proud of herself for being able to get you like this, too. her favorite teacher. “dont stop- just like that.” she whined, holding your head in place with her hands. you smirked against her and slowly slid two fingers in. she swallowed you up just lik you knew she would.
“you’ve been such a good student all semester for mommy… i think you should get a reward for that” you whispered agains the shell of her ear. your lips sucked her clit harder and fingers hit her spongy spot. she whimpered out and tugged your hair, “oh god- right there… please i’m gonna-” “cum. go ahead… be a good girl for me and cum.” paige gasped and whined loudly, gushing around your fingers. you fucked her through it, whispering words of encouragement to her and slowly kissing her hip. you pulled out your fingers and pressed them to her mouth, making her open and suck them. you smiled and whispered, “come back by my office on friday.”
paige nodded pathetically eagerly and she knew it but she didn’t care. she wanted you in every single way so bad and you knew it. just the way she looked at you like you hung the moon was enough of a tell. once her clothes were all on, she leaned in, silently asking for a kiss. you smirked and hummed, allowing your lips to meet hers. she tasted like your lip gloss. paige pulled away and grabbed her things before waving. “bye, professor,” she murmured, looking at you with heart eyes. you smiled and waved back, “bye, paige."
you were gonna have fun with her.
#paige bueckers#dallas wings#wbb#wlw#carol writes#fanfic#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers x professor#wbb smut#wbb x reader#dallas wings x reader
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Shut up i'm talking patreon only 7$!!!!!
The patreon podcast is out, and I have just finished listening to it!
I decided to write down some notes for those who are interested but do not have the patreon. It's a long one, but I picked out what I thought would be important + silly moments here n there
Podcast is recorded the morning of Dream's video (I'm sorry but not to Tommyinnit)
Tommy called his mom about the situation first, discussing about how it was awful (pre reddit post)
Harry wrote the "you can call me anything but do not call me poor" LOL
Tommy didn't watch the dream stream but read a synopsis, and he said that was enough
He's spoken to Dream privately several times (starting 2023), all his friends told him that dream was taking advantage of him, but he wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt
He has told dream to change how he acts, and dream has refused. Has had conversations like this multiple times.
Told dream in a conversation he was no longer speaking to him and was no longer talking to him after he talked to his mom. Was previously ignoring him but blocked him outright.
After his dream v quackity sketch dream sent him awful and mean messages.
Jack and Tommy are pissed off about people saying to "resolve it privately". They have tried multiple times to solve things privately, but Dream will take things public.
Jack had a 2 hour long call with dream on jack's DADS BIRTHDAY??? and it was about why he didn't like dream, and about dream's allegations.
the "Jack mentions Dream" account bothers Jack since its a bunch of indirect things, and him responding to messages rather than him just bringing Dream up.
Dream says Jack spreads rumors about him.
Jack does not think dream is a p*dophile, but he finds the situation(s) he was in wildly inappropriate.
Dream showed everyone his evidence against the grooming allegations in the DreamSMP discord. Jack said he told Dream it weirded him out, because either way, he was still messaging a fan, and it pissed Dream off.
Jack flat out calls Dream "stupid".
He's very pissed about the "unfaithful" rumor, and he's very vocal about it for a minute.
Jack reiterates the editor story with the 50 quid
They point out how the Dream ignores the George and Caiti situation, along with clipping Tubbo out of context.
"I can't believe he thought he could win by just lying. Especially when you've got a reputation of lying." -Jack (paraphrased/two different sentences put together)
Tommy says the video were for him, not everyone else. Makes a jab about Dream unable to use media literacy.
Tommy says Dream knows what he's talking about when he refers to misogyny. That there's so much more behind the scenes, that it's miserable.
Tommy says he doesn't want to do any of this anymore, that it's pointless. He says Youtube doesn't make him happy, that he doesn't fit in, and he wants to be done. He will still be posting to Youtube because he loves making videos, but he doesn't want to be part of the Youtube sphere/culture. He wants to be a proper comedian.
"I might as well go down sayin' what I fuckin' mean." -Tommy
brings up the "putting others down", Tommy reiterates how he's been very kind/warm to everyone, but if someone famous is being an asshole he's gonna make a joke about it. "That's what I've done with Logan, done to you, and what I'm going to continue to do."
Tommy calls him one of the most self indulgent and exhausting people he's ever met.
Brings up Dream calling him the internet police, he says that he's just sick of the bullshit. "When I see it, say it."
Tommy reiterates he can't do this much longer, that it's all pointless. Dream is just doing what he's been doing for years. He is not proud of dream and he doesn't respect him. Tells him straight to "Fuck off".
Tommy would talk to Jack, unsure if what was happening with Dream was odd/bad or not. He's a little relieved that it's in the public eye now.
Jack talks about how everyone on the server is talking against him, that no one is defending him. They've all known he's awful.
Tommy says he felt close to Dream, so he struggled with seeing the bad actions he had done. He felt skewed/manipulated.
Tommy tells a story about back when he was 14, he would annoy people in Hypixel by lobby spamming. One day he heads into a streamer's chat that he looked up to and said hello. the streamer, who was about 20 at the time, tore into him, calling him the R slur and many other horrible things. He said he felt heartbroken and shaken up. "Shit like this just happens along the way, and it's miserable, but like- for me, I just keep remindin' myself "this isn't the first time I've done this"."
Jack tried to make his disassociation as public as possible, he had told Dream to his face (during the allegations) in the DreamSMP discord that he did not want to be associated with him anymore.
Talks about how people still group DreamSMP members with Dream, and how they think every member is bad due to Dream's actions, and he's tired of it.
He doesn't like how public everything is, but he's glad people can finally see that they don't like Dream.
Tommy, from now on, is telling everyone how he feels. He's going to be blatant. (if that's what i understood from a comment he made)
Jack is still shocked that Dream chose that moment of all things to jump in. They have made comments here and there but Dream never said anything.
Jack talks about a part in his stream where he says something along the lines of "I'd understand this type of outburst if we had been bullying im for weeks and weeks. But we haven't been. Nor would that make it okay." And then someone on twitter said "Jack just admitted that they'd been bullying Dream non stop for weeks and he's proud of it!!!!" Jack says he can't believe people's ability to misinterpret.
Tommy saw Tubbo dissecting Dream's stream for 7 hours and knew that was the point it was becoming ridiculous.
Jack blatantly calls out how Dream uses manipulation tactics in how he speaks to the public. Tommy calls it painful for him to watch because it's what Dream had done to him and others in private.
Jack goes back to Dream's stream, talking about their phone call together, about how it was disingenuous and weird to bring up publicly. He says there are things he can't talk about publicly that formed his opinion.
"I just think he's like an impossibly self-indulgent, selfish man, who thinks everyone's on his own time." -Tommy
Jack thought Dream was purposefully being negligent in the way he would speak, and while he still is, he is seeing that a lot of it also comes from Dream not being able to pick up on social cues and norms. Though, he also reiterates that it doesn't excuse his awful behavior.
"I don't get how he can't listen to anyone else." -Tommy
Both of them have talked to Dream multiple times about how he acts and he never listens. Not even just them, they say "We all have really tried", which implies more members of the SMP or other personal friends.
"He doesn't seem to feel very much empathy for the pain he's caused, and if I was in his shoes- I don't know where his guilt is." -Tommy
They talk about his inability to apologize and how they can't understand it. Tommy gets a little heated. Dream has given them empty apologies and goes to do the same things again. They talk about how he doubles down over and over until no one sides with him, that's when he apologizes.
Jack calls Dream dismissive, and how its obvious that he doesn't care.
Tommy implores the audience to not imagine these dramas as Youtubers doing it, but to imagine their friends doing these things. Youtubers are not above others, there's no difference. The only difference is responsibility.
Jack points out how it's odd that they decide to post these things. It shows that they just double down on their awful actions.
Tommy ends by saying he doesn't want to continue this, but if there are things that need to be said then they will be, but on the Patreon.
Jack says he is done as well, that he's done with all his serious points, but he will be making jokes here and there. He won't be joking about rumors, but things that actually happened.
"Anyway, back to writing!" "Guys, let's all get back to coding."
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The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter five



⭐︎ Watching cityscapes turn to dust
Warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of death, gore, mentions of killing (zombies?), post apocalypse au, grumpy x sunshine
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: You find out the truth's of this world, ones you weren't prepared for.
Word count: 5.1k
Author's note: This one is a little emotional... but Steve and Sunshine are finally getting closer. Also @hellfire--cult wrote the whole upside down conversation part and everything that came after, y'all are gonna squeal the way I did when you read a specific part aaaahhh
⭐︎ series masterlist ⭐︎ previous chapter
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“See this? Eucalyptus. If we run out of toilet paper, we can use this as a replacement.”
Steve scrunches his nose, staring at the plant that you are picking apart now, gathering the leaves and stuffing them into your bag.
“You’re telling me I can wipe my ass with a plant?” He asks, not sounding convinced of your words.
“A leaf, but yes. It’s non irritating and soft. Koalas not only eat it but use it as such.” You explain without looking back at him, continuing to pick at the plant. You were hoping to find some mulberries or chokeberries out here but instead you stumbled upon this.
Steve nods at your words, a small smile grazes his face, “is there something you don’t know?”
Your braid falls to the side when you turn to face him. In all this time since you have been on the road, he hasn’t seen you with your hair open once, it’s always in a braid or a ponytail but never open.
You give him a sheepish smile and a small shrug, “...math.”
His eyes crinkle when he smiles, a low chuckle falls from his lips, “alright.” He furrows his eyebrows when he sees the amount of leaves you are stuffing into your backpack, “what’re you gonna do with all that?”
You zip the bag and throw the strap over your shoulder again, adjusting the backpack before you bend down to pick up your machete again, shrugging at him, “it can be used for a lot of things! We can put some in the shower for the good smell, we can make some tea with it or use it as a decongestant if someone gets sick.”
Steve nods again, he starts walking beside you, looking down at you with curious eyes. He is impressed by your knowledge. His first impression of you was false, he thought you were a clueless, lost girl, someone doomed to die in a world like this but it turned out that you know more than he thought.
You showed him how to build a water filter from scratch, you know what berries are edible and which are poisonous, you know your way around medicine, you’re fast on your feet and your reactions are quick. He is not so convinced that you are much of a fighter or that those knives strapped to your belt have ever been used for anything other than cutting fruit or opening cans. Your arms seem weak, they shake every time you lift heavy things, he can’t imagine how you have gotten yourself out of certain situations before but you know how to survive, he knows that now too.
“I was hoping to find some berries, we could’ve made jam, we still got a bunch of sugar.” You speak quietly, looking around the trees around you, careful not to miss anything creeping up on the both of you.
“I’m sure we’ll find some soon,” Steve murmurs as he keeps a tight hold on his rifle. He looks up into the sky, noticing the dark clouds. “It’s getting darker earlier now.”
“Yeah,” you sigh with a frown on your face. “I don’t like it, it means that winter is coming.”
“Yeah, hopefully we’ll make it to California sooner rather than later.”
You hum, giving him a skeptic look, shrugging.
That look on your face surprises him, amuses him even, he can’t help but chuckle, “is that pessimism I see on your face, sunshine?”
“Never!” You chuckle and nudge him with your hand. “I’m just being realistic–”
“What every pessimist says ever,” he laughs, shaking his head.
“No, I’m just experienced, Steve! It took me a while to even get here, there’s a lot of things that get in the way, obstacles. Sometimes you gotta do detours, there are a lot of towns and cities you have to avoid, that unfortunately makes the journey longer.”
“How do we know what places to avoid though?” Steve frowns, looking down at you curiously.
“Well, big cities and everything around it, those places were bombed, remember? When the government and the military still thought that they could prevent this from happening… whatever the hell this is.” You mumble, gesturing to some of the rotten plants you’re passing by.
“Right,” Steve mumbles and looks down. He sometimes forgets that you don’t know what caused the end of the world. He hasn’t told you yet, Nancy and Eddie haven’t either.
“It’s dangerous there, they thought they could take out those monsters that way but they only made it worse, cities are crawling with those things, along with infected people.”
He didn’t know. He was stuck in Hawkins since the beginning of the end, he never turned on the radio until you, he never even thought about what happened to the rest of the world, he was stuck in that town, he was busy grieving her.
“How do you know?” He asks, glancing at you.
You continue to look ahead, taking a deep breath before you open your mouth.
“I got myself in deep shit when I took a detour to Washington DC. I ran into a couple who told me about a refugee camp in DC. I should’ve known it was a mistake to change my route and go there but it was only the beginning of everything and I was alone and scared, I wasn’t thinking.”
“What happened?”
You look down as your lips curl downwards, wincing a bit.
“The place was crawling with infected people, it was overrun. I tried to go back, take the same way out and get back on my old route but… I swear it was a blink of an eye moment and those things had me surrounded.”
Steve frowns, his breathing becomes a little shaky as he thinks of the fear you must’ve felt when death was creeping up on you.
“How’d you get out?”
“I had to fight my way out,” you murmur, looking up into his eyes, revealing the mark it left on you as you allow him to look into your eyes. “It was the first time I had to kill sick ones.”
He can see it wasn’t easy on you, it’s written all over your face.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, and then it took forever to get out of there. The city was crawling with infected, with monsters, everything. Not to mention that most buildings were falling apart and it wasn’t easy to find places to hide.”
As you continue to tell him how you got out of the city of horror, Steve realizes that you have seen far more than he has. He might’ve been roped into the upside down years ago, he might know more but you have made experiences that he was spared from. That you have encountered things that he can’t even think of.
Shivers ran down his spine when he overheard your conversation with Eddie back in Hawkins, knowing how it could have ended for you makes him feel sick still when he thinks about it.
“I have avoided cities and big towns ever since. The journey is longer that way but safer.”
Steve nods.
“Guess it’ll take a while for us to get to California then.” Steve mumbles, spotting the RV in the distance and the small fire Eddie had made.
“Yeah, it’s gonna be tough with the cold weather but as long as we stock up on everything, we’ll be fine.” You shrug, surprising him with how relaxed you seem about all the things that he feels anxious about.
“Let’s hope we’ll find enough lakes on the way so we can keep filling up our water tank.”
You always make sure that the water tank in the RV is filled so the shower and the toilet can be used but you save up on it as much as you can. Bathing in the lakes is getting more impossible by the second, the water turning colder and colder, but it works for hair washes and quick cleaning on the most needed areas.
“Yeah and let’s hope they won’t be frozen or else we’ll have to use snow and baby wipes to clean up,” you chuckle.
“If there is gonna be any snow,” Steve points out.
“I’m sure there will be, so we better find some warm clothes, you can’t walk around in this leather jacket,” you gesture to his trusted brown jacket. “You’ll freeze to death.”
He shakes his head as he looks down at the flannel you are wearing, “funny coming from you, you’re not even wearing a jacket.”
“This thing is warm!” You argue, tugging your flannel closer to your body.
“Yeah right, that’s why you’re shivering!”
“Am not!”
Eddie looks up at the both of you, grinning a little when he sees how close you two are walking next to each other.
“Don’t you dare say anything right now,” Nancy warns him as she stirs the soup in the pot, giving him a strict look.
Eddie sinks deeper into his camping chair, his eyes flash with amusement when he turns to Nancy, “wasn’t planning on saying anything.”
Nancy knows her friend well, she knew he was going to say something to tease Steve, something that would’ve only made him tense again and she doesn’t want that, not when you two are starting to get along.
“Mhmm sure, Munson.”
Eddie takes another look at the two of you before he leans closer to Nancy, “but he is smiling.”
Nancy tries to be subtle when she looks towards you and Steve. He is grimacing. She has to admit, it’s funny to watch your interactions with him, how you talk his ear off, trying to get him to smile or even laugh – it’s a challenge, he doesn’t smile very often these days, let alone laugh. It’s cute how you keep trying though.
“Don’t mention it to him or he’ll stop.”
Eddie snorts and leans back again, his eyes sparkle and a grin appears on his face when you wave at him.
“Hey, what’d you got there?” He raises his eyebrows at your backpack. “Did you find your berries?”
“No, unfortunately not but we found some eucalyptus!”
“Ah, nature’s toilet paper!” Eddie grins.
Steve raises his eyebrows at him, he stops beside you and places his hands on his hips.
“How’d you know?”
Eddie tilts his head to the side, placing his hand on his chest in offense, “I don’t like that surprised look on your face, Harrington. Why wouldn’t I know?”
Steve shrugs, “maybe because you don’t look like a guy who’s into plants?”
“That’s very offensive considering I used to sell ‘em.”
Nancy snorts and shakes her head.
You straighten your back, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“You sold plants!?” You ask, smiling brightly.
Steve shakes his head, chuckling at the look of enthusiasm on your face, “no, he–”
“Why yes, sweetheart. I sold all the good greens,” Eddie grins.
When Steve and Nancy shake their heads at him again, laughing, and Eddie’s eyes flash with amusement, you realize that you are missing something, an inside joke that you don’t get.
Nancy notices how your head is tilted to the side, your lips curled downwards as your eyebrows knit together.
“Alright,” you shrug, throwing your backpack down and your machete next to it. You plop down on your camping chair, scooting closer to catch the warmth of the fire. The smell of soup filling the air around you, making your stomach grumble in anticipation. “Is that chicken noodle soup?”
“Yeah with fresh chicken and everything,” Eddie nods, watching as Nancy pours you the first bowl.
You give him a deadpan look, eyes flickering back and forth between his and the empty cans of soup in the grass.
He chuckles at you, handing another empty bowl to Nancy.
Steve is still standing, looking around, looking through the trees and over the large field. He is gripping his rifle tightly still.
“Dude, sit down, we’re safe here.” Eddie tells him. “We checked the area, it’s clean.”
You look up at the brunette, noticing the worried look on his face.
“Yeah, it’s safe, you saw for yourself, Steve. The forest is green.”
He nods, though still unsure. He takes another look around before he sits down beside you. A sigh falls from his lips as he takes the rifle off his shoulder, placing it down on the grass.
You’re right, the forest is green, no vines or rotten plants around, no ashes covering the ground. Places like these are usually safe from monsters. Usually. Steve can’t ever rest, no matter how safe they look or feel.
“Here.” Eddie pulls him out of his thoughts, handing him the bowl filled with soup.
“Thanks,” Steve murmurs, giving him a tight lipped smile as he takes it from his hands. He glances at you, your bowl is on your lap, the spoon in your hand as you stir the hot soup. A strand of your hair falls in front of your eye and you try to blow it away but to no avail. His hand itches, fingers twitching. He tears his eyes away from you, looking down at his dinner instead, and he begins to eat in silence.
“Hey,” Eddie nudges his chin at you, eyes flicking back and forth between your face and your machete on the ground.
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever actually used that thing?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to the side.
Steve watches you from the side, curiously. You look confused, eyebrows furrowed and lips curled downwards.
“Uh, yeah…” You murmur. “Why?”
How could you have survived without it? It would’ve been a miracle if you didn’t have to use it.
Nancy raises her eyebrows at Eddie, she hugs her blanket tighter around her shoulders, sipping the soup from her spoon.
Eddie shrugs. He knows you’ve had to fight at some point, to kill, you wouldn’t have survived for so long if you didn’t. Yet he can’t imagine you lifting that thing to kill something or someone, not because you are weak or incapable, he just thinks that you are soft – too soft to kill, even monsters. You are the type to pull away, to run, to hide, to fight but not to kill.
You look into his brown eyes, trying to find the look of judgment in them but you can’t, just curiosity, nothing more or less.
“Just haven’t seen you use it, that’s all.”
“Yeah and I’m relieved about that, Eddie! It means we avoided danger successfully. I really hate using it.”
Nancy nods at you, smiling.
You’ve been on the road for nearly two weeks and it’s been nothing but a wasteland – empty roads, empty towns, empty houses. Nothing but the ghost of what the world once was. You haven’t come across monsters or infected yet, not even people. It’s almost as if everything disappeared completely but the screeches of the bats at night remind you of the danger still out there. It’s only a matter of time until you run into something or… someone. You got lucky so far but how long will luck stay on your side?
“Well, the same goes to you all,” you shrug. “I haven’t seen you use your axe, Eddie. I also haven’t seen you use that bat, Steve.”
Nancy chuckles when you challenge them both, leaving her out of it.
“Are you doubting my axe wielding skills, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, smiling in amusement.
“Are you doubting me and my machete?” You retort, glaring at him playfully to which Steve chuckles, smiling at the look on your face.
“Hell no,” Eddie shakes his head, “I was just curious! I don’t doubt you at all, I bet there’s a cold blooded killer behind that cute face.” He smirks, winking at you.
Your eyes widen and heat rises to your cheeks as you grow flustered.
Eddie’s eyes fill with pride when he notices your reaction, he can’t help but chuckle softly. He glances at Steve who rolls his eyes.
“What about you, Steve?” Eddie grins. “When was the last time you used your bat?”
Steve shrugs.
As he thinks about it, he realizes that it’s been a long time since it was used. He relied on the axe that Eddie stole from him and the rifle Hopper gave to him on the day he left, on the day they were all supposed to leave. He didn’t even pack the bat then, Robin did. That’s the reason why he took it with him nearly two weeks ago.
“Probably in ‘84.” He mumbles without thinking. “When Dustin and I went looking for Dart after he ate his cat.”
His words sink in slowly and it takes you a moment to fully realize what he just said.
Nancy straightens her back as she notices the line between your eyebrows and the way you slowly put your spoon down into your half empty bowl. She looks at Steve who hasn’t even realized what he just said as he keeps eating his soup.
“‘84?” You mumble, turning your body to face Steve. “What…?”
Steve’s eyes bore into the grass, his forehead puckers, his heart sinks a little.
“A what ate Dustin’s cat!?”
You look bewildered, completely mortified as those images must run through your mind. The situation is not funny at all but the look on your face is and Eddie can’t help but chuckle, something that earns him a punch to his arm from the girl beside him.
Nancy glares at him.
“Goddamn, woman,” Eddie hisses at her, rubbing his arm.
Steve can feel your eyes on him, your intense stare. He slowly looks up, turning towards you.
They haven’t told you anything, you are just as clueless as the rest of the world is or what remains of it. To you, the world just flipped over. A mysterious virus wiped out more than half of the earth’s population. The sickness spread and people started turning into monsters. Monsters crawled out of hell or fell from the sky as many believed. He remembers all the things said about the upside down creatures, he remembers how some called them demons while others called them aliens.
They didn’t mean to hide it from you, to hold back the truth. The conversation never came up and they also didn’t know how to explain it all to you without sounding like they had gone insane.
Where would they even start?
Would you even believe them?
“Uh…” Steve panics a bit, turning to face Eddie, looking at him for help but the metalhead only shrugs at him. He glances at Nancy who seems to enjoy his struggle. She shrugs at him too, giving him a look that says ‘go ahead’.
He hates this and even more so, he hates the smug looks on his friends’ faces.
For a moment it’s quiet, nothing but the crackling of the fire filling the space.
“What do you mean?” Your voice pulls his attention back on you. Your eyes are filled with confusion, your lips slightly parted.
Steve takes a deep breath.
He knew this conversation was going to happen sooner or later, he just didn’t think that he would have to be the one to explain this world to you. He is not good at these things.
With a sigh he leans down, placing the bowl on the grass before he leans back again, turning his body towards you.
Where does he even begin?
He clears his throat, glaring at Eddie when he cackles.
“I uh… listen, what I’m about to tell you is gonna sound… crazy.”
“Can’t get crazier than this,” you chuckle nervously.
Steve smiles a little, taking another deep breath.
“Well, this has been going on for longer than you think.”
You narrow your eyes at him, shaking your head a little.
“I’m not following…”
Steve runs his fingers through his hair, he looks back and forth between your eyes and the fire, unable to find the right words.
“The uh…” He pauses, clenching his jaw. “Fuck…” He whispers.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie sighs loudly. “You’re the worst storyteller ever, dude!”
“Well, why don’t you tell her, Munson!?” Steve snaps in frustration, huffing loudly.
“I might be the master of story telling thanks to being a Dungeon Master… but I wasn’t in this shit from the very beginning.” Eddie says with another shrug and a cocky smile on his face which makes Steve sigh and roll his eyes. Your attention goes back to the brunette, your head tilted, ready to listen.
“There… There’s another dimension.” Steve starts and Nancy now knows it’s gonna be a long story, looking down at her bowl and continuing eating.
“Another dimension? Like a parallel universe or something?” You ask and Steve scrunches up his nose.
“Not exactly. It’s this world but a more… devastated version. What you saw back in Hawkins, it’s not as bad as it is in that dimension.” You were getting lost now, his words not making any sense and he noticed it in your face. “This started back in 1983…”
You listened.
For the first time in weeks, you sat there without any words coming out of your mouth except for a few questions, letting Steve talk. Nancy gave her input every now and then. They told you everything… from beginning to end. How one of the teens got taken away, how one of them was an experiment, how the others solved the mystery, how the government was involved, then–
“Wait… so… the Russians… they did what to you?” You ask and Steve clears his throat, looking at you.
“Kidnapped me and Robin, almost beat me to death and then they drugged us, thinking we would spill the beans or something.” He chuckles and your eyes were just glued on him, a worried frown in your eyebrows. His laugh ceased as he looked at you completely confused. “What?”
“Are you okay?”
He blinked a few times at that. It’s something that had happened years ago, back in 1985… Robin was one of the only people who asked. Dustin… then everyone saw him and the one thing that they asked was ‘what happened?’. You, years later, when his bruises are no longer there, maybe a scar on his lip from it that is barely visible… you ask him if he’s okay. He doesn’t know how to answer, completely taken aback by your question. Eddie notices, clearing his throat, which makes you turn your head at him.
“He is perfectly fine as you can see. Annoyingly so.” He comments and Steve is a little grateful for your attention, for your care, to no longer be directed at him. He cracks his neck a bit, not noticing the eyes of the other girl sitting in the circle, who is holding back a smile.
“So… After that, we came to find out so many other things… one in particular was that this whole thing, this whole… dimension, not only was opened by El, but another person got sucked in it… A dangerous person.” Your eyes went back to Steve as he continued his explanation.
You couldn’t believe this was all done by a single entity, a thing that was once human, a monster that was once a child. He explained how the gates worked, how the craters were created and then… your eyes landed on Eddie as Steve told you about the final battle.
“We thought we hadn’t killed him… but then– El told us he was dead. She could see him dying in his mind… but he didn’t leave without a parting gift.” Eddie states as he looks at his arms, seeing the scars and then back at you. “With the craters open, he gave one last order.”
“What was that?” You ask and Steve clears his throat, your attention back to him.
“To take over this side. To bring the Upside Down… up.”
You didn’t know how to react now. Your eyes drifted to the floor. They have been in this war for so long. For years. Kids. Fucking kids were involved in this and you just felt anger. Good people were involved in something that should have been dealt with by adults. The people who died, they recounted each one of them, but your eyes were on Nancy, who was looking at the horizon, as if absent minded.
She lost her best friend to this monster… and her father.
Steve lost his soulmate… Eddie almost lost his own life… They all almost died at some point and– it was hard to imagine that while they were suffering like this, when they were fighting and getting beaten up… you were picking up sunflowers with your parents. You were off partying. You were out with friends or going to concerts.
It felt unfair. You feel so guilty for some reason. You feel guilty for having had the time to be a proper teenager. To have a proper childhood. To have a family while theirs started to break apart slowly. The scars they all have, on their skin, on their minds, on their hearts… you don’t think you will ever comprehend. You won’t ever understand that pain.
“Sweetheart…” You heard Eddie calling you, but you were still shocked, the information dawning on you, and then– you flinched slightly when a thumb grazed your cheek, making you look to the side to see Steve, worriedly looking at you as he wiped something off your face.
“You don’t need to cry…” He softly spoke to you and… cry? You shook your head to get out of your shock, at least a bit, and you raised your hand to touch your right cheek and– You were crying. Tears fell down your eyes and you didn’t even notice it. Your heart felt as if someone was crushing it in their bare hands and your stomach was in a tight knot as Steve’s words kept replaying in your head.
“How… How can I not cry?” Your reaction was not something they expected. They expected you to yell in fear, or to appear nervous, or to be at least a bit skeptical of their story… but you were crying. Eddie’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, your eyes finding his.
“Why? We’re here… we’re alive.” He says with a soft smile, but you shake your head, the lump in your throat bigger than ever.
“Your lives were ripped away from you… normal lives… Your friends… family– How can I not cry?” And it dawned on them. They haven’t thought of it that way, not once they stopped and regretted or wished for things to be different. But now, the thoughts linger… if the upside down never happened, or they never interfered… where would they be right now?
“It… it made us who we are now.” Nancy tries talking, not wanting to show how her voice started to break. Your tears kept coming down as you tried to nod, yet it didn’t erase the sadness. It didn’t erase how bad you felt.
“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry this happened to all of you…” Your eyes fell on Steve. His eyes were red as well as the other two people in the circle. Soon, you weren’t the only one shedding tears. They all sat, looking at the fire in the middle, letting the world sink in. Letting their story be heard by themselves this time.
“Wow, sweets… thought we were done crying over this but damn, you come along and break the fucking dam.” Eddie jokes as he wipes his tears away, a wet chuckle escaping him and Nancy barely smiles, wiping her own tears, sniffling. You looked at him, a small smile on your lips as you saw him trying to diffuse the tension.
“We can’t afford to cry, we have to save our water and our hydration.” She says as joke, which makes you and Eddie chuckle. Your eyes turned to the one person who was still silent, looking at the firepit. Your smile fell a bit and you hesitantly raised your hand up and you returned his gesture. You wiped the stray tear that fell down his cheek but he didn’t flinch away from you. He wasn’t startled.
Steve looked at you as you retreated your hand back to your lap. He gave a few blink as he gulped the lump that formed in his throat. You were a nuisance. He knew that. You were making him have emotions he thought he was better without, and now…
“Thank you.” He softly spoke, and you gave him a small smile in answer. He reciprocates the gesture, the sadness slowly leaving his body as warmth fills his body once more. It was better to blame the fire for that.
He wanted to hate you for what you were doing to him. But he couldn’t help but thank you… because having these feelings, these emotions, reminded him of who he once was. With Dustin. With the other teens. With Robin. He’s once again vulnerable, but being able to laugh with Eddie, with Nancy… and you… He doesn’t want to lose that again.
“Don’t want to break the cute and intimate moment, but the chicken soup– I think it was fucking expired–” And all of your eyes widened as the loudest thing was heard through the field. Eddie’s face reddened as he cleared his throat. “That– I bet it was a demogorgon.”
The first to break was Steve. He laughed loudly, cackled, grabbing his belly as his face reddened from the strain of his laughter. Eddie had just let out a huge fart that echoed against the very far trees. You instantly followed as well as Nancy, all of you almost falling off the chair as Eddie scrambled up, rushing to get toilet paper inside the RV.
“IT’S NOT GONNA BE FUNNY WHEN IT HAPPENS TO THE THREE OF YOU!” You all heard him yell as now tears of laughter and joy escaped your eyes, your head hurting a bit from how hard you were laughing, pretty sure Steve was in the same or worse situation as you were because his was the loudest.
You all saw Eddie rush out with the small shovel and the toilet paper, running towards the woods, and your eyes caught on Steve. It was the first time you saw all of his teeth. His mouth wide with laughter, his eyes clenched, his hand on his belly as he complained it was hurting. Nancy’s own laughter was like a background noise, the volume was low on her, while Steve’s was on high.
You hoped to see him like this more often. He looked… good like this.
He looks good when he is happy.
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how to show love to a xenomorph. 『 chapter one. 』


ʚɞ xenomorph!sylus x fem!reader (mdni).
INFORMATION !!YOU MUST!! KNOW BEFORE READING: this fic is safe for people who have no clue about the alien movie series. But you also have to keep in mind that all the characters I added, and the small plots happening in this fic are meant to explain (poorly but I tried) the world build of the movies and ALSO to capture its theme. I know a lot of you want direct contact with Sylus from the start (don’t worry, it’s gonna happen a lot in this chapter) but, please, remember that this is a mix between lads and alien. I had to make it this way to also be satisfied as an alien movie series fan.
NO SMUT THIS CHAPTER YOU FREAKS! A lot of plot btw.
!WARNING!WARNING!WARNING!: gore, failed sexual harassment, death, suicide, mutilation, a lot of curse words, descriptions of explicit violence, life threatening situations, sexual suggestiveness (fine, I will feed you a bit), mind games, blood, descriptions of severed body parts.
LOOOOOOOOOOONG CHAPTER. Idk how many words, I wrote this w my phone on my notes and only edited with my leptop.

Perhaps your shipmate's ripped stomach was the start of all the other consequences that led to a bunch of unskilled, clueless people to find themselves imprisoned in small and metal spaces. Maybe it was the first time you encountered a creature you never imagined could exist. Maybe it was the fascinating way they develop and evolve from an infant to a full grown adult. Maybe it was their high-pitched, terrifying sounds, harmonising with the screams of its victims whose deaths had already been written. It was a fucked up fanfare that made unmistakably clear that you are inferior to them.
At first you weren't even aware that anything had even started. It came like a sudden jolt. The following events were so fast, it felt like some unseen force pressed a button and a grim, living version of a science fiction film started to unfold.
"The XX-121 Xenomorph,” the synthetic person said — his arm mangled with white fluid leaking from it. “It’s an endoparasitoid extraterrestrial species. The perfect organism. I assure you, it is something you have never seen before in any book and data. Their effectiveness in killing, multiplying and the ability to survive in the harshest of conditions is unmatched. Also intelligent beings made to hunt and reproduce fast.” His voice faltered but didn’t fail. “Do you understand how fundamental they are for the human species? They are your ticket to survive anything space has to throw at you, to become the elite species in the universe."
Footsteps began echoing in the distance that day. The footsteps of your colleagues armed and motivated to kill the Synthetic. That's why you received that secret file. He had even slipped it into your mission bag himself without you having much to say in that regard.
"These files are essential. I don't have the time to explain everything. Read them. Study them if you can — that is more preferable. Make sure you escape this planet alive. Forget about your comrades, sacrifice them if necessary. Most importantly, bring this organism alive with you. You are a smart one, you can put two and two together. You must already know how essential it is for evolution. I assure you that you will not only become the salvation of your human species but you will also be generously — so generously compensated. Far beyond anything they promised you for this mission."
They were getting closer. All you could do was swallow hard and allow a chill to run down your spine. You can’t recall what you felt or thought at that moment. How could you? It’s not so easy to remember certain details after you witnessed a massacre straight out of a nightmare. One’s mind refusal to process? Senses that shut down? Still can’t recall. But your awareness definitely returned when the Synthetic spoke its final words.
"Especially to preserve the hybrid. He’s a miracle. His intelligence, ability to learn faster than us. A flabbergasting fusion of human consciousness and Xenomorph instinct. He represents the dream that the Weyland-Yutani Corporation fights for. He is the ideal that you must deliver to our laboratories to study him further, in the name of humanity. He is exceptional down to his smallest breath. He even gave himself a name."
Then came the axe. And the daggers. And a bat. They tore into his back. The white synthetic liquid splattered your uniform, ended up pooling across the cold metal floor. For the first time you saw the threads that held a Synthetic together, a system that kept them functioning. That's why you felt no pity when his back was destroyed, nor when an axe split his forehead like it was a mere piece of a log. He was a machine, a tool crafted and designed by humans, created to serve. You could describe them as smart servants. In the end, he was just put out of commission. Machines like him are replaceable. But you are not. Or the creatures. Especially the so-called precious hybrid with a name.
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Your were born on Jackson's Star. Planet LV-410 of the Alpheios system. A very scenic name for a mining and agriculture colony. A colony owned and operated by the Weyland-Yutani Corporation. “The Corporation”. A terrible place, really. Like every corporate entity that expanded beyond the Milky Way, they exploit every resource they can get their greedy hands on. You are a resource yourself. Human exploitation means nothing when profit stands so tall. Mandatory farming, back-breaking labour, small credit, the possibility of working in the mines brought you closer to the idea of giving up on everything. Although you were raised there, you could never adapt. The feeling of belonging? What’s even that? Let’s not forget about the absence of sunlight. Thick clouds, endless storms, constant thunder — for you, that represented the sky.
That's why you cried when you first saw the sun. The day you were recruited into the search team. It was also the day you learned that the Company that had been working you to death is involved in more areas than just making profit.
A renowned scientist and researcher had vanished along with his ship. His mission, according to official documents, was to study and analyze new lifeforms. At least that was the surface-level story. Then a faint signal was intercepted by the parent company. All that bullshit about classified content, heavily encrypted and urgent. That triggered immediate action — rescue teams dispatched without delay. The problem though? Even with this stupidly advanced technology, the source of the signal couldn’t be pinpointed. Hundreds of spaceships were launched on what was labeled as a “noble” search and rescue mission. They made such a big deal too. Aaaaalll over the news. In truth, the mission made no progress. For months there was no trace of the scientist, his crew or his ship.
The Weyland-Yutani Corporation gave a clear directive, clearly showing desperation: sending teams of volunteers. In short, they were willing to send anyone, no matter how insignificant and unqualified they were. And each volunteer spaceship had an officer and a non-commissioned officer to ensure discipline, supervision, maintain order and the smooth running of the operation. Also making sure that none of the volunteers would try to take advantage of the circumstances to escape from the corporation's control.
There was, of course, a reward: freedom. Freedom from the colony's labor system, big numbers and the possibility of relocating wherever you wanted. So, basically, freedom. Obviously, granted only to those who found the missing ship.
You volunteered as an act of “ultima ratio”, your last resort to escape and change your life. Small chances, possible wasted time and more work that waits for you home — those were your expectations once you witnessed the number of ships prepared for the launch. You traveled with three other ships that were always close (a kind of group trip). Each ship carried ten volunteers. None of you had access to weapons or most of the ship’s sections. Only the officers and their second-in-command enjoyed such privileges.
Repetitive days. Monitoring, preparing meals, listen to commands, cleaning, try not bang your head into a wall challenge. At least it was easier compared to your life on colony.
A signal appeared. “Unidentified planet.”
The officers of all four ships consulted among themselves and made a quiet decision to land without notifying the company. According to artificial intelligence’s analysis, the planet was far too insignificant for a renowned scientist to be there. Why? Sure, there was breathable oxygen but NO life. And apparently that scientist was way too obsessed with undiscovered organisms. So the plan had the following events: land, snap some photos for proof, check for any signals and leave. A routine check to be claimed as “effort”.
You could actually breathe on the planet. Although the air was humid and unpleasant. The landscape was covered with black rocks and caves. Strong winds and gray dust that kept getting in your eyes. A regular Monday for some. It felt like stepping into a volcano without lava and veiled with fog. The moon was a bit visible, unfortunately shrouded by mist that seemed to rise naturally to high altitudes. It might have posed a visual disadvantage, but the planet's sky was not dark. It glowed a pale green, devoid of stars.
One officer noticed a lack of signal beyond the planet. That could also have meant your departure. But another signal appeared instantly. A signal that belonged to the ship you had been sent to find.
Warmth filled your chest, an energy you had never felt before coursed through your body similarly to drinking seven redbulls. Your comrades seemed to share it too. Sweeeet freedom, that’s what you sang along with your fellow crew members. The officers and non-commissioned officers were content with the idea of a promotion, so none of them considered leaving the planet to inform the other search teams. Their ranks, although far superior than yours, meant nothing in such a vast corporation. Naturally, they were determined to take the credit for themselves and show a little greed.
You and two female companions from your Expedition Ship Number 2 — Miranda and Letiția— walked arm in arm, laughing as you moved forward alongside the others. Each of you began to verbalize your future plans that awaited you once you received your reward. Most of them were stupid and funny, but they felt important. Letiția laughed when one man confessed that he just wanted a girlfriend, no matter how ugly and mean she might be, his dream is to drown her in gifts.
The fun was cut short. The memory of that time is still vague. You didn't even hear the thing that leapt on her face. You just stumbled in shock and fell. But you can still picture it in your mind, to this day, Letiția’s body moving disorganizedly. She spun, arms flapping, her screams muffled. Multiple pairs of legs rushed past you. Miranda grabbed your arm to help you up, and that’s when you saw her body collapsing into the ashy ground before the crowd of colleagues blocked your view.
You disconnected. The details of how you reached the target ship—and how that strange thing which reminded you of a scorpion, finally retreated and died out of nowhere—remain a blur. The ship, the one everyone had been searching for, was empty and almost completely destroyed. It looked as if someone had deliberately planted explosives. The mood turned horrific. The moments of blind euphoria fueled by naivety had evaporated.
Letiția seemed okay for a while considering that massive Arachnid-like invertebrate (or whatever it was) had attached itself to her face and forced a long appendage down her throat(and who knows where it went). Many whispered that the creature had probably injected a virus or poison into her and that she was now sick.
The first stage was a noticeable slowing down. The second stage was the pallor, even her pink lips lost their colour and dark circles formed under her eyes, as if life was being actively drained from her. The third stage, short but understandably concerning, was excessive salivation. You tried to help. You gave her water which she immediately vomited, stroke her hair, offered her one of your protein bars which she constantly refused. You ended up helping her walk, each step harder than the last. Her once straight and confident posture had become hunched and painfully sensitive.
A man from Ship Number 4 offered to carry her. But as soon as you handed her over, she collapsed again due to multiple convulsions overtaking her body. It looked like she was being electrocuted constantly. Her movements spiked from zero to a hundred in seconds. The crowd gathered again but that time, you stayed in the “front seat”. You remember dropping to your knees and trying your best to figure out how to help her, even if it meant a simple touch to let her know she was not alone. But a colleague shoved you aside.
“Her pulse is racing, I can feel movements in her abdominal area,” the man said, jus as foam began to pour from Letiția’s mouth. Her blood vessels were completely bursted, exposing her blue eyes in a grotesque way. She looked at you — right at you — in a form of a pleading that you still can’t forget: Don’t let me die.
Her back arched when the convulsing intensified. Something was moving inside of her. A small bump at first. Then it grew more evident and violent, as though something was forcing its way out of her stomach. It kept going despite the men trying to hold her still. You ended up holding her head to stop it from slamming into the floor. You wiped away her sweat, her snot, her tears. None of it felt real. You and Letiția had shared everything. Slept beside each other, ate together, talked everyday for over a month. She was strong, ambitious, the backbone of your hope that you won’t return empty-handed. And a single mother of two children that are still waiting for her at home.
You’ve witnessed plenty of deaths from exhaustion, mining accidents, radiation. But nothing like that. Nothing so sudden and brutal.
It was a hard watch. Her stomach ended up pierced. Everyone recoiled to avoid the red liquid gushing out of her. You allowed it to stain you (you remember this detail but you don't know why). The sounds coming from her belly made everything clear. There was something alive inside her and it wanted out.
Then it happened. The tearing continued agonisingly, more of her blood spattered the air. That’s when you saw it for te first time.
The Xenomorph.
Of course, you didn't know what it was or what it could do. The appearance was for sure unforgettable. A slick, beige-yellow skin smeared in your friend’s blood, small and sharp teeth, no eyes, long and curved head, skeletal structure that looked alien and terrifying. It clawed and tore its way out of her, shrieking and thrashing.
You lowered your head. You didn’t see it fully emerge and scurry away. Nor your comrades that tried to catch it. How could you? Death was staring at you. And you were staring back.
You learnt that Death’s eyes were blue, empty and filled with helpless tears.
On your first day on the unidentified planet, you are able to remember the following: after Letiția’s death, the creature grew rapidly. You encountered a corporate synthetic whose ranking was above your officers. You learned that the planet was crawling with these things. The Synthetic had no intention to save you, too preoccupied with capturing a live specimen. People started dying (oh no). Either skewered through the chest by tails with sharped ends, or drilled in the skull by secondary jaws hidden inside the alien’s mouths. Panic naturally erupted. You ran with your crew and the Synthetic back to your spaceship. All officers and NCOs died. Ship Number Three was blown up by a flamethrower operated by a scared idiot. And then you guys found out that someone had stolen the fuel from each ship that are no longer viable for takeoff, useful only as shelters. Your crew blamed the Synthetic (totally understandable to point your finger at the android). One of them even amputated its arm with an axe. In response, it took you hostage and threatened that he had enough strength in his only intact arm to snap your neck. You ended up in a room on the ship with him and we know what happened next. Obviously… a regular Monday for some of you.
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Almost two weeks passed. You are trapped inside the ship now, with limited water and food resources. The only remaining advantage is the possibility to communicate with the other ships — though they have even fewer survivors than yours. Your crew is relatively lucky to remain intact, if you exclude the officer, the non-commissioned officer and Letiția. You’ve also discovered the access codes for the weapons depot.
The files in your possession are voluminous. You divided them in two — sharing the first half with your comrades and keeping the rest for yourself. You believe that knowing more than they do might increase your chances of survival. At first you avoided the files, but temptation grew in you. At least it is something to occupy your mind rather than imagining all the ways in which you could end up dead sooner or later.
The first part (shared one) details how Xenomorphs are similar to a killing machine. They are highly aggressive, parasitic species.
[Powerful physical abilities, including the one to secrete acid blood. They also have impressively long, bony tails. They stand at around 7 feet tall (2.13 m) averaging in anywhere between 140 and 180 kg. But these measurements could change depending on the host chosen.]
[Their reproduction is through a parasitic cycle, with facehuggers (the creature that jumped on Letiția's face) latching onto a host (human, animal) to implant a chestburster, which eventually matures into a Xenomorph.]
And the rest of the cycle is pretty much known by everyone at this point. Reading about facehuggers always gave you an overwhelming sense of dread and anger. Overall, Xenomorphs are classified as some sort of ruthless biological weapons driven by their instinct to hunt and reproduce fast.
Xenomorph's primal need is to multiply.
[Diet: No evidence of eating. Xenomorphs seem to prioritize using living beings for their own reproduction rather than consuming them as food. They often leave the bodies of their victims untouched, even in the situation where they have access to plenty of potential food sources. A possible theory is that they might absorb nutrients from the environment or their own blood.]
From all those pages one thing becomes clear. You are fucked. And acid blood just sounds sick. They are also incredibly persistent with their prey so it’s unlikely they’ve left the area and the risk is not worth taking. At this point, no one has managed to come up with a plan. Yeah, you! Yes, you! You are fucked x2. The information you shared ended up intimidating everyone instead of motivating them. One good example is Miranda.
You and Miranda have always had a natural way of understanding each other. It was like an instant click. Maybe that’s why as she began to withdraw from the group, she chose to confide only in you. There’s one room inside the ship that can be sealed with a code — both to lock and unlock it. That’s your shared room.
“There are seven men on this ship, I am a woman and I don’t know exactly how you identify but I know that you also have… “ Her concern was genuine each time she vented to you and it’s also a reasonable one. Water and food were running out fast, and you and Miranda are the most vulnerable passengers. Not all men gave you the impression that they are preying on you. But one sure does, right from the start of the lockdown. Colby.
You can’t really describe Colby’s appearance, either because he is the most unremarkable man you’ve ever seen, or because he arrived with a huge black eye that always distracts you. Two of the men in your crew were recruited from prison. The corporation justified it by saying something about knowledge in spaceships, navigation and mechanics. Colby was one of them and he clearly enjoys it. Because of this so-called “knowledge “ he started to see himself as more valuable than all of you, indispensable. He rarely spoke before, preferring silence and long stares full of spite and contempt. But now? Now Colby is the most talkative one. Especially around Miranda. Well, that… concerns you.
The part of the document that you kept for yourself has become your new obsession. An obsession that came from a fascination you never imagine you’d have, especially when your life is constantly under threat. It is incomplete. A considerable amount of pages are missing, you feel frustrated whenever the information abruptly cuts off.
The report detailed failed hybrids in the beginning. Though traces of humanity were visible, the subjects were clearly more aligned with the sphere of the Xenomorph. They were hideous and uncanny. There were pictures too, it felt illegal because of how fucked-up they looked. But the descriptions of the successful hybrid made your heart race a bit (a bit more).
Endowed with consciousness, research notes indicated that he functions perfectly as a human — emotionally and psychologically. A harmonious blend of lethal instinct and human sensitivity. His ability to reflect, respond to various stimuli , and speak coherently surpasses an average human.
[Self control: confirmed.
Strategy and reason: evident.]
[Height: Slightly shorter than an average Xenomorph but is two meters tall.]
[Appearance: Upper body is human. The face bears no resemblance to a Xenomorph. Some exposed bone material is visible along the left jawline, extending just beneath the ear but it does not dominate the face. Human ears are present. Expressions are clear, human and very handsome.]
You arched an eyebrow when you reached the last word of that paragraph.
[Appearance continued: From neck to navel, torso resembles a fit human male.
Defined pectorals.
Natural and normal skin tone.
The back, arms, shoulders, and the lower body, however, align with Xenomorph traits: black, bony and glossy. The subject seems to have more tissues in the mentioned body parts. It gives him the appearance of plumpness rather than subnutrion.
The waist is broader than that of a typical Xenomorph, matching the proportions of a healthy, athletic man.]
The rest of the pages detailing his appearance were missing. But it's not like you can’t identify the only hybrid that exists on this planet. Even so, you are a bit disappointed by the limited information on the supposed specimen that somehow you have to capture alive.
The interrogation logs were even more fragmented.
[ Interrogation Log — 19:23 pm.
interrogator: how are you feeling?
subject: as good as a person can feel when they are viewed as a lab mouse.
interrogator: do you consider yourself a person?
subject: that’s a complex question. especially since we've only just started with the questioning.
Notes: subject frequently looks upward and grins. displays habitual condescension and sarcasm.]
You can’t find the full answer to that question. It probably developed into a long conversation.
[interrogator: so this is how you came into being? you completely deny your origin as being related to experimental and laboratory work?
subject: isn’t it obvious? i’m all natural. your interventions are an insult. i don't understand how you can create something so outrageous and even enjoy it. completely ignoring the fact that you haven't made any progress. do you actually look at your created hybrids with pride?
Notes: interrogator ignored the provocation and the subject’s insults. subject appears visibly pleased with himself.]
[interrogator: if what you’re claiming about your birth is true, then, do you currently possess male genitalia, capable of reproduction like a mammal?
Notes: subject did not respond. he smiled and swayed his bony tail similarly to a cat.]
[interrogator: are you able to read and write?
subject: yes.
interrogator: from where?
subject: from you.
interrogator: this is our first direct contact.
subject: but i’ve been observing you for more than a week.
interrogator: and that’s how you also learned how to speak?
subject: correct. took me a day.
interrogator: you have the ability to learn quickly then?
subject: you tell me.
Notes: the interrogator glanced down and moved on to the next question. subject’s satisfaction seemed to grow with each exchange.]
[interrogator: do you have a sense of personal identity?
subject: possibly. i gave myself a name. does that count?
interrogator: it does, yes. what is your name?
subject: Sylus.]
And that’s all the information you have about him.
“Sylus, Sylus, Sylus," you kept repeating, committing his name to memory. But your mind was filled with many questions: How did the species end up on this lifeless planet? Were they brought here for controlled observation? Their ship seemed equipped for such scientific operations.
How was Sylus created? Does he have a penis? What does he actually look like? Who destroyed the ship? Where did the scientist go? How are you going to escape alive and with two still-living specimens, one normal and one hybrid, from this place?
How intelligent and capable is Sylus? You had no rest for five days after reading all that.
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You put your materials back in your bag after revising them for god knows how many times. Today, it’s your turn to supervise the activity outside. Usually, a guy named Otto is in charge, but he took the day off since he’d been monitoring the cameras for two days straight without break. So, you push aside the fact that you’ve been neglecting your duties lately and head towards the screen.
A tall figure. Cliff in the distance. Before it disappears — white hair? Your rise from your chair to lean closer to the monitor. It was him! It had to he him! He’s been right under your nose this whole time. Fuck! (How could you miss on seeing your shayla??)
You quickly adjust the camera using the keyboard and zoom in. He left something behind. You press zoom again.
Your mouth literally waters and your hands begin to shake. You also swallow the saliva forming inside your mouth. On the rocky hill near your ship is… food. Powdered food/rations. Not the yummiest but ideal for space-traveling. Fundamental supplies that have been rapidly draining recently.
(The officers often stop at other colonies to restock, so a fully stocked food depot has never existed). Your stomach growls and begging you to retrive the cardboard box that is waiting for you outside. You are aware that it’s fishy af. Your body doesn’t care though. You want it sooo bad. You look at that cardboard box with your mouth half-open, hypnotised.
“Motherfucker… .Holy.fucking.shit. It’s like witnessing the birth of Jesus.” You jump as Colby appears out of nowhere with his eyes locked on the screen. Oh no.
Predictably, it escalates.
Colby starts banging on the walls with his bat, yelling, “Food! Lots of food out there! Food!” and you have a hard time to keep up with him.
“Colby! Colby stop it!” but the crew has already gathered and Colby just turns to you with the most insincere smile.
“What? What’s wrong with letting everyone know that the solution to a big, current problem is right around the corner?” He might even be trying to paint you as the bad guy.
“It’s just a way to lure us out,”you answer firmly.
“Who?”
“You know who.”
“You talk like there’s something out there besides those creatures.” At least he has a good sense of observation. You gotta give it to him.
“No. I’m talking about them. It’s true that the files didn’t mention xenomorphs using tactics like this, but it’s not worth it if the price is all of us getting slaughtered like mice.” You manage to maintain your imposing position in front of him. Colby, on the other hand, toys with the handle of his bat. He underestimates you.
“Ah, yes. So the best option is to stay here and starve? Maybe we’ll end up eating each other.” Colby’s eyes are glinting. “I’ll definitely start with you, personally.” He jabs the tip of his bat into your chest and gives a small push. You stop yourself from punching him, personally.
Enzo, another crew member, intervenes, grabbing his bat. Colby spits on your boot as a response.
“Wouldn't it be better to use our energy for something useful instead of threatening each other?" Enzo suggests.
“I didn't threaten him." You wish you did.
“Leave it." Enzo mutters through gritted teeth." Ok… alright. It's true that we need food, but it's also true it's a trap. So, I will go myself. Ideally, I’d have two men with me, but if no one volunteers, I’ll go alone."
Rocco and Aldo, Enzo’s close friends, raised their hands.
The plan is simple. Enzo, Rocco and Aldo will go out armed (of course). The ship has three access points/three barriers with the outside:
1. The outer door to the entrance room — opened by a unique code.
2. The door from the entrance room to the corridor— accessed via authorised card.
3. The door from the corridor into the base — also requiring an authorised card.
Aldo and Rocco will leave their authorised cards at the base. Enzo will bring it with him just in case and destroy it if necessary.
“We will communicate via headset,” Enzo explains. “Two people will monitor from here. One armed crew member will stay in each era: entrance room, corridor, and base.”
Otto is not participating.
“We need constant communication and cooperation, keep that in mind. If any of you see that the odds of us getting back are low and it becomes too risky — no matter how much we beg, no matter how much we plead… DO. NOT. LET. US. IN.” Enzo came up with the plan on the spot. It almost feels like he is a perfectly organised person — though you know he isn’t. The plan is not so bad. Or maybe you’re desperate.
An old man, the other convict who refuses to reveal his name, will be stationed at the ship’s base. Most likely chosen for his size and build. He’s a total unit, impressive for his age. You’ve often wondered how someone like him ended up in prison.
Miranda is in charge of the corridor, Colby has the entrance room. You and a man named Theo will handle monitoring and communication.
You watched as the trio disembarked without any issues and managed to get away from the ship safely for now. Theo suggested that he track their movements while you monitor the other cameras and report any unusual activity. The distance seems short but time drags on painfully. Nothing shows up so far. Your focus is out the window once Miranda rushes in crying and visibly shaken. Both you and the old man are caught off guard. Theo doesn’t give a single shit. Colby follows close behind and he appears furious. Theo immediately nags them about the fact that they’ve abandoned their critical posts— which, yes, it is important— but you are more concerned for Miranda.
“Colby!” you shout after him.
“Mind your business and fuck off, bitch!” he snaps.
You start to rise from your chair, but Theo stops you. You are ready to start an argument with him, but the old man assures you he’ll handle it and get them both back.
“They picked now to start fighting. That’s just bloody brilliant.” Theo grumbles with an accent.
“This is not a fight. Miranda wouldn’t have left unless she felt threatened. Why did Colby abandoned his post?”
“Why don’t you just focus on the screens?” you bite back a retort. Enzo and the rest are risking their lives and you calmed down once the old man reassured you he’ll handle it.
So, you refocus. Scanning each camera feed one by one. On the camera from the right side of the ship you spot something. Thin, black and bony tail slithering slowly and silently past the edge of the camera lens.
“There’s one on the right side of the ship,” you report immediately to Theo who reports the message further. You keep checking the cameras one by one again. There are two cameras facing the entrance. One pointing into the distance — Theo’s responsibility — and one pointing downward. Well, Letiția’s corpse appeared on that camera.
Decomposed, yet with the same eyes that haunt you, with the same hole in her stomach from which her intestines are now sticking out. You shake your head and look again. For a second, it seems like you can only see her eyes. Just as close as they were the day she died.
Panic surges through you as you jump to your feet and run. Theo also spots Letiția’s body that appeared “mysteriously” on camera and let’s just say he got pissed.
“Y/n, are you fucking kid- GO AHEAD AND BE STUPID!”
It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap. You know it’s a trap. You’re fully aware of it. But still. You grab a flamethrower and cross the corridor as fast as you can. You know he is mind gaming you, and this only confirms what you’ve been suspected: Sylus has been studying you, just like he studied those before you. He’s been watching since you arrived, at least long enough to deliberately place Letiția — or what’s left of her — as the perfect emotional bait for the perfect victim.
Hands start to tremble. You entered the code wrong the first time. You really try to calm yourself down so you start pressing each key slowly. The door begins to open from bottom to top. You aim with the flamethrower with every twist of your torso. Scanning the area carefully, you notice how the fog has thickened. Can barely see a thing.
No movements. No breathing. Good.
Without wasting time, you grab the corpse by the shoulders and begin pulling it after you. The screams of Enzo, Rocco and Aldo echo into the distance. They are close enough to hear but way too far to help. Maybe it’s the adrenaline but somehow you managed to drag Letiția’s body easily into the entrance room. The fog is so dense that you can’t see your comrades. Only flashes of gunfire followed by the sharp sounds of the creatures. They are too far and you can’t risk leaving the door open, so you close it. Like in every horror movie, it shuts painfully slow, from top to bottom.
As the door descends, you hear footsteps. Calculated steps. Definitely not your teammates (who are still yelling and shooting) or a normal Xenomorph.
“GRILL HIS FUCKING ASS!” Theo screams in your headset. “What the fuck is that?” he adds. You can't believe it… Theo saw him first. Life is for sure unfair.
“I can’t. The door is halfway down!”
“It doesn’t matter! Point the flamethrower down in case he ties to crawl through!” you obey, dropping to your knees, lowering your aim with the motions of the door. You remain in that position until it finally seals shut.
That was a close call.
But the universe is not always kind, right? You barely had time to breath in relief when you hear it. Faint clicks. Buttons being pressed slowly. Identical to how you pressed them moments earlier.
He learned the code from you.
“Theo! He knows the code!” You scramble, grabbing Letiția’s corpse by the shoulders again and dragging it.
“You and the rest are on your own! Fuck all of you!” Theo yells before tossing his headset away. Static sounds follow.
The door begins to rise slowly. That dense mist creeps into the room. You fumble for your authorised card. You drop it. Once. Twice. Thrice. The door is halfway open but for some reason he waits outside. It’s like he’s savouring the moment, letting the tension peel away your sanity.
You manage to finally scan the card and the corridor door opens, sliding from left to right. You resume back to dragging the corpse, never taking your attention off the entrance. The corridor door signals through loud beeps that you have ten seconds until automatic closure (you can override it for quicker shut with a manual swipe of the card).
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A tall, dark and tailed figure steps onto the ship. You notice him immediately. Broad shoulders, the shape of a human head, and he’s well-built. That’s intimidating btw. Because of the dim light you can’t see the full extent of his appearance, just his dark figure. Behind his silhouette, through the thick fog, the flashes of gunfire flicker. Brief bursts of light from the trio’s weapons. The whole view, the sounds of the door about to close automatically combined with the sounds of the gunfire gives you a headache. You pull Letiția’s lifeless body inside just in time before the door slides shut.
You are safe. For now. You don’t care.
What’s in front of you? Her face is so decomposed from putrefaction you can’t even remember how she looked like before. Why did you bring her here? For what purpose? So she could be buried back home? By her little children who have no idea they're orphans? You remember how she always kept a photo of them with her, but you never asked to see it. So you start searching. You have nothing better to do. You don’t know what to do. You fucked up the whole operation. Something that Letiția would have never done.
Enzo and the others won’t make it. That’s certain. Nothing makes sense anymore, everything lacks purpose. Why are you torturing yourself by searching for that damn picture?
The photo is nowhere. But that’s not what worries you — the absence of her authorised card does. Not in the pockets, boots or any piece of clothing. You’re on the verge of checking inside her exposed intestines but you stop yourself.
"Can anyone hear me? Letiția’s card is missing—" A grenade detonates outside the ship. Before you can process what the hell was that, a hand grabs your hair and yanks you backward down the corridor.
“Look what you’ve done, smartass.” Colby.
He slams you onto your stomach with ease. He is much more stronger than you. Colby also managed to pick your flamethrower and to throw it several meters away. In response, you use all your strength to hit him in the knee. That gives you a moment to crawl towards the flamethrower and the distance you have covered is considerable.
Funny how you thought it’s gonna be that easy.
Pain explodes. A dagger, deeeeeeeep in your left tight. You don't even have time to scream in pain, the blade is pointed in his direction and he drags you towards him. Damn, he must be mad as hell. He keeps pulling you like that until you are beneath him. He did all that so he can slam his bat into your head. And slamming with his bat he does. Luckily, the blow isn’t hard enough to knock you out but you feel the small and narrow space spinning around you.
Your vocal cords refuse to work. No sound, no protest from you.
Colby’s belt hits the floor.
“You wouldn’t be here if Miranda was a nice and obedient girl.” He presses your head back to the floor with his bat. You don’t know what to do, your visuals keeps on spinning and your body ran cold.
“Fuck.”
A long pause followed.
“I can’t get it up. FUCK. Fuck me, I’ll be more satisfied if I beat your brains out.”
He zips up his pants after that embarrassing moment.
“Don’t worry. It’s gonna be fast. That’s what you get for thinking you’re better than me.”
“Colby. I’m sorry. I never thought I was better than you. Col—” he kicks you in the back, hard. You squint and try your best to force your sounds back down your throat. Even though you are terrified, you don’t want to give him more satisfaction.
He grabs the dagger still buried in your leg and starts twisting it. One twist, two, three — before ripping it out without any remorse. You never screamed louder, like you did just now, in your entire life. Not even when you were pulled from your mother’s womb (I’m sorry). You try to brace your hands against the floor so you can get up but his boot crashes down on your shoulder. It’s futile. You always considered the possibility of Colby trying to hurt you — heck, killing you even — never thought it would happen this fast though.
A trickle of blood runs down your forehead from the blow. You watch him, frowning and mentally burning him with your hatred, as he raises the blade in his hand. He’s gonna aim for your head.
The door opens.
You hear it.
Colby hears it.
And we are not talking about the door to ship’s base. That reminds you. Hmmmmm. You forgot a tiny-silly detail: the missing authorised card.
You swallow hard. Colby swallows hard. The “beef”between you two shifts into a full-on we are fucked turn of events. It’s fascinating how the unknown blends the roles of a criminal and his victim into one.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A drop of sweat slips from Colby’s blonde bangs as he slowly turns towards the door. You don’t. No courage no baaaaaalllls.
“Ayo—” that well-known tail lashes out in his direction, the sharp tip pierces through his lower jaw and sending it flying. You read that right. Completely ripped off, I repeat. The bastard’s jaw hits the wall and lands with a thump near you. Gross. Colby staggers, blinks rapidly and his brows are furrowed. The blood dripping from his dismemberment lands on your butt and his nostrils throb noticeably. You never liked him, hell, you always hated him back. But even though he tried to kill you, you didn’t want to witness his death. The tears that fall aren’t from pity — they’re from fear. You could be next.
His final act was to roll his eyes before his body collapsed right in front of your face. The impact with the floor sprayed a little blood on your neck and chin. Tears of fear finally began to flow down your cheeks.
Next to you lies Colby's fresh body, near your feet lies Letiția’s putrefied body, Theo abandoned you, you don't know if the trio survived, the old man and Miranda are missing — hell knows where, Otto might be still napping. Not to mention, behind you stands the hybrid, who holds one of the ship’s authorised card and also knows the outside access code.
But, at the same time, you have the flamethrower in front of you. Let’s not forget that the hybrid knows how to communicate. Maybe you can negotiate. Negotiate for your life, Letiția’s authorised card, a vacation. Or at least try. Realistically speaking, you don’t have much of an advantage against him. But it’s better to try than to die like those pathetic characters in slasher movies.
A new determination takes over, all that blah blah shit about survival instinct kicking in that drives you to put your impromptu plan into motion. The adrenaline that comes from pure fear and panic postpones, for now, the pain from your injuries (that agony will come later, once the adrenaline wears off… if you’re still alive). You rip Colby’s card off his uniform and back away as best as you can. And— MORHERFUCKER— the files weren’t exaggerating.
“You really are handsome,” you blurt that out without thinking. Compared to the hybrids created by the Weyland-Yutani Corporation, Sylus is ahhhhhhh. A mysterious and undeniable success. You have never seen a man so devastatingly attractive before. He has the kind of face your imagination would use when you retreat into your fantasy world. Any kind of fantasy.
“Should I take it as a form of thanks for saving you?” he asks, standing at his full height (those two meters mmm), one eyebrow raised in an expression that many would label it as arrogance. He looks down at you, chin tilted up and studying you as intently as you study him. Even his voice is appealing, sexy tone, rich, smooth and money money money by abba. Maybe you are a freak???
“Saved? You came specifically to save me?” you snap. “You? The one who planted Letiția’s body and the food specifically to lure us all outside? Cut the bullshit. You are vile.” sitting down, with your hands behind your back, you subtly try to grab the flamethrower behind you.
“Vile? I thought you wanted to honor your friend by recovering her remains. Was I mistaken?” But OF COURSE his Xenomorph instinct catches on. His long tail creeps towards you. You grab the flamethrower just as the terminal, bony tip of his tail wraps around your waist, dragging you in his direction (it’s y/n dragging day guys). As he drags you past Letiția’s body, you raise the flamethrower and point it at him. A grin. That’s what you get. A stupid, hot smirk. GOD.
“Go on.” he urges. You could pull the trigger and incinerate him like a failed bbq steak but you hesitate. “What’s the matter? Perhaps, a change of heart?” he knows damn well that you con’t make crabby patties out of him. Maybe he caught on the fact that you knew about his existence from how close you were with that Synthetic on your first day. It’s true. You can’t kill him. You can’t lose the ticket. You have to capture him, not give him a tan.
The reality hits hard. Sylus is one step ahead. You need a new plan.
And you need it now.
You set the flamethrower down and raise your hands. His tail subtly tightens around your waist and you bite your lower lip to muffle your sounds. He liked that. He finds enjoyment in playing with you.
“Sylus.” you say the name only you know.
“Aa. You finally decided to cut the bullshit.” he remarks, mocking your words from earlier.
“Yes, Sylus. No more bullshit. I swear!” you try to figure out if this attitude is working. Thick, expressive eyebrows, white hair, ruby eyes that refuse to break eye contact, perfect jawline, very beautiful lips and his nose— pull yourself together!! So you do. “I’m aware that I don’t stand a chance against you, not even slightly.”
“That’s what you decided to convey to me now that you realized that I have the upper hand? I expected better.” His brows furrow but the corners of his mouth curl slightly up.
“Exactly!” you point your finger at him and nod. “You have the upper hand, I’m harmless compared to you.” You throw the flamethrower aside to reinforce your point. That earned you a squeeze to your waist and you let a long, strained sight that threatens to sound like something else if he keeps doing that. “See? Harmless,” you return to locking eyes with him again.
“And your whole point is…?”
“A bargain.” His eyebrow arches again, this time not smiling.
“How considerate and sweet of you.” his dry reply has no business being this hot. “What’s your offer… sweetie?” you try not to visibly cringe at the nickname.
“I can tell you’re intrigued by us.”
“Indeed. You guys are intriguingly stupid.”
“No— okay, whatever you say, beautiful.” You managed to control your attitude and not roll your eyes. “I’m intrigued by you too. The feeling is mutual. You prefer us because we are not a bunch of lunatics in lab coats. We are ordinary. We don’t view you as a tool to exploit for the sake of evolution.”
“But you’re afraid of me.” he means you, specifically.
“Not really— well, a little, I’ll admit. But that can change. We can learn from each other. Not just me from you. Mutually. Willingly.” You pause. “For example, I’m very curious about how you were made.”
“How were you made?” he interrupts, using your question against you.
“Uhm. Okay.” you blink, caught off guard by his directness. “Uhm… through sex.” Your cheeks flush, but if he comments on it, you’ll blame it on the temperature. Now, why did you say that? You didn’t even had to respond to that. He finds it amusing. “That’s what it’s called. But many prefer to… uhh… instead of resorting to this reproductive process … make love? Yeah. Make love. “ Sylus’s eyes sparkle, you definitely said something that interests him.
“That means we have something in common. I think I was created through love, not sex.” That statement completed contradicts everything you read in a day’s worth of research on Xenomorph reproduction.
“Really?” Now your eyes sparkle and the roles have been reversed. Sylus has successfully turned the tables. The emotional part in you would do anything to satisfy the curiosity that lingered since reading his interrogation. The rational part in you tries to remind you that you’re losing ground. Ration wins.
“My offer is…” you begin, but Sylus squeezes your waist again. He is slightly annoyed that you’ve broken free from his trance. “… OKAY! First, let go of my waist. Wouldn’t it be better if I speak freely? I don’t think intimidation is necessary for this conversation.”
“You say that as if you didn’t point a deadly weapon at me after I saved your life.” He clearly has a thing for countering everything you say, but he releases your waist and withdraws his tail. You feel like patting yourself on the back for this small victory, but you’re interrupted again.
“Well?”
You take a deep breath.
“If you give me Letiția’s authorised card so I can keep my shipmates safe, I’ll go with you. I’m expressing, directly, my willingness to follow you without resistance. I’ll show you what love means between people, maybe even help you discover that part of yourself that’s made of love.” It has reached the point where you are both lost in each other. You don’t know how to describe it. You’re starting to believe in the proposal you crafted on the spot to fool him.
“Deal.”
He unclenches the fist holding Letiția’s card and extends it to you. You snatch it without a second thought. Then he extends his other hand. Large, black, glossy, long fingers and sharp claws.
Maybe the perfect plan was to destroy all three cards and set yourself on fire. But you end up reaching towards his hand (in slow-motion too).
Take his hand. Take him.
Suddenly, both doors swing open. Rocco and Enzo are behind Sylus, stunned by his presence. The old man and Miranda stand behind you, equally stunned. And you feel like your privacy has been invaded. Sylus remains unbelievably calm.
Rocco steps forward, pointing his automatic rifle in his direction. Sylus just grabs him by the neck like he’s nothing and slams him against the wall before he can react. Enzo —noticing the xenomorphs advancing and about to enter the ship— squats down and runs past Sylus, narrowly dodging a tail strike that slices into the metal. Before straightening his body, he grabs you around the waist with both of his arms and lifts you up from the ground. Despite his lack of muscles, he carries you effortlessly.
Sylus watches everything with a faint, innocent smile. Unsettling innocent. Hard to tell how he is feeling when he throws Rocco out of the corridor where his “kind” are now finishing him for good.
The old man walks past you and sets fire to the corpses that were left lying around. You averted your gaze as the flames spread to Letiția’s body. It's tragic how she became the first victim. She should have been the heroine like she always was. A heroine for her children. The proof lived not only in her character, but also in each scar on her body. Scars that she showed you when she told you that she didn't regret selling her body for her kids, how she was the happiest person when she offered them the life she never had. You clenched the cards tightly in your fists. As the smell of her burning flesh hits your nose, you whispered a prayer for her peace.
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You lost territory. Well, just the entrance room and the corridor. A few people too.
Aldo sacrificed himself for Enzo and Rocco. Rocco sacrificed himself for all of you. Colby? You don’t even think about him anymore.
Theo refuses to speak to anyone, convinced that if he does, he’ll die too.
Miranda nearly died as well. When the old man followed her while she was trying to get away from Colby’s persistent harassment, she came across Otto’s body. The one who was mostly in charge of surveillance and was supposed to be resting.
Otto committed s*icide. He shot himself in the chest. He had good dexterity and had always wanted to go into the medical field since he was a child. His aim was perfectly precise, he succeeded in avoiding a slow death. Above the wound was a photo of his boyfriend from home, Ludwig, and a ring he wore around his neck on a thin silver thread. No one knew he was secretly married until you read the message written on the back of the photograph.
“Bis dass der Tod uns scheidet. Wir sind an diese verbotene Liebeszeremonie gebunden.”
(“Until death do us part. We are bound by this ceremony of forbidden love”)
Love.
Miranda took the blame — even though you tried to argue it’s not true. She confessed that when she found Otto, she wanted to do the same. Colby left and it took the old man a long time to talk Miranda down into stopping her from pulling the trigger of the gun she had pressed to her own forehead.
Theo got involved during Miranda's apology speech and pointed his finger at everyone. The argument that followed was eventually calmed down by Enzo, who reminded everyone that if you keep blaming each other, no one will survive another day. He was right. Twelve of you came, five of you remained. And Enzo ended up being very respected for surviving outside, even though he returned empty-handed.
You got not praise. You decided to keep your intereaction with Sylus a secret and pretend it was a — ohh I’m just like a cliche lady in distress in need of saving! Enzo!! But their way of perceiving is not a problem to you.
What troubles you now is how nothing adds up.
You suspect Sylus of being the one that stole the ship’s fuel, but if that’s true, why didn’t he destroy the barricade system? That means that he also knew the codes from the beginning, if he truly is the thief. But if it’s not him, then who? Why didn’t he used that Xenomorph’s acidic blood to force his own way in anyway? Where are the bodies of the scientists that arrived before you? Is there someone else that poses a bigger threat? Nothing makes sense. You made a deal too. Sylus surely haven’t forgotten.
Everything is starting to feel…
Intentional.

AN: pfewww. Took me a day to write this (told you inspiration flows better when I write in my language) BUT TRANSLATING IT AND EDITING IT— pfewww— two full business days. I hope I didn’t disappoint, I feel like this is crap. Anyways. Not sure when I will write chapter 2. This week for sure not.
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@seradyn I hope I did not disappoint a fellow alien fan.
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I always assumed that from the comics I've read dick seems to have a somewhat complicated relationship with his own gender/sexuality/sex status, etc.
Anon!! You can't just drop this on me and leavee!! I need to hear more!! LEMME HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS!!!
Ok so this is gonna be like three different things so I'll make subcategories.
Gender
Of the things listed. I think gender is the one thing Dick is rather set on/secure about. He has some feminine or softer traits which typically would not be associated with a male character such as empathy and caring to an overemotional aspect -

Joker: Last Laugh Issue #3
Nightwing (1996) Issue #86

Nightwing (1996) Issue #139
Being overly kind to an unappreciative and toxic girlfriend is one thing, but as a brother hugging and kissing a brother? It's a little softer than how people usually write male heroes.
He's male and I don't think he's considered switching to the female side because he's comfortable with his masculinity.
Does he do things like this -

Nightwing (2016) Issue #38
sometimes? Yeah. He takes the female role in his relationships with others such as Bruce and Barbara but he still very much sees himself as masculine. Like I said in another post, Kori asks him to be a male consort to her Queen because she was forced to marry a royal Tamaranian Prince. While male consorts are not unusual in history, they typically embody the female in a stereotypical relationship. (On a separate note, did you know Chinese emperors took on male consorts? It is circumvented when speaking about in the present and laters days but it's officially written down in the books).
But overall, Dick is very much a masculine male with feminine qualities.
Sexuality
Ok so the thing about Dick and sexuality is that Dick Grayson is a very, VERY old character. He's been there since the beginning of DC to the point that he was the third DC character created EVER. Clark, then Bruce, then Dick, AND THEN Wonder Woman.
So with a character this old and with a topic as controversial as sexuality, DC is not going to ever explicitly write Dick as gay or bi or whatever. Why? Because Dick is an icon.
When someone says "Batman and Robin" - EVERYONE knows who Batman and Robin is. Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson. They've existed forever and are the kingpins of DC alongside Superman and Wonder Woman. Whether that person is in the fandom or not, they know who Batman and Robin are. Within the fandom, people know there's more than one Robin (several) but talking to someone outside the fandom, someone who enjoys DC casually, only thinks there is one Robin. And you could tell them that there's this many robins, some have been girls, there's this many timelines and etc (which is actually a really embarrassing convo if someone isn't in the fandom OMG and how I wish I could take that back and erase it from BOTH OF OUR MEMORIES) - but they're not gonna care. Because for them, there's only one Robin and that's Dick Grayson.
So with something like that, DC cannot have Dick Grayson be anything but straight because it would cause too big of an uproar. So he can't be. Explicitly. People have written him as having an ambiguous sexuality though. I actually wrote this specific POST a long time because someone wanted to know more.
Instead what you'll have is a BUNCH of BROMANCES. His Nightwing authors have wanted more male/male sexual attractions with him and other characters and some of them have admitted that openly even if they were not allowed to write. So if you're reading a comic that has him and something seems SUS, well it might just be.
So like with all things, I cannot say anything for certain unless there is evidence of him engaging in a romantic relationship with someone who isn't a woman, but given the homoerotic tension that exists between him and other characters such as ROY -
Outsiders (2003) Issue #11
Teen Titans: Silver Age TPB 2 (Part 4) Page 16
Nightwing (1996) Issue #114
WHICH IS ODDLY SIMILAR TO THIS -
Nightwing (1996) Issue #138
I'd say he's bi-curious at the least.
Sex Symbol Status
-this is my previous post which goes a little into the sex symbol thing
Anon, holy crap I have an ESSAY for you. It's in my drafts because it's wayyyyyyyyy too long and I'll definitely exceed the image limit but holy crap.
Here's what I will say about it though. The world REVERES Dick for his looks and body. The amount of attention he gets for his beauty is ridiculous. Even Green Arrow's half-sister - WHO'S MUCH YOUNGER THAN DICK AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF DICK MET - dreams about him romantically.

Green Arrow (2016) Annual_1
Because of course. Villains are going out of their way to compliment him on his looks in the middle of a fight - Bane, Bludhaven villains, civilians (MALE) coworkers - it's literally insane.
So Dick is clearly the hottest and most gorgeous thing to ever exist in the entirety of DC. There's also a panel from a comic where Dick becomes Talon AND SOMEONE STILL CALLS HIM THE PRETTY BOY TALON LIKE WTF??? THAT PRETTY BOY TALON CAN RIP OFF YOUR HEAD IN A HEARTBEAT! He's a talon, too! Clearly death does not hinder his looks in any way.
But Dick himself is VERY uncomfortable any sort of bodily attraction. It's not just the comments that gets him but he, who everyone claims has the body of a god, doesn't feel good about his own body.
The New Titans (1988) Issue #71
He's really conservative. And in another comic when Tim comments on how the the Nightwing suit is really a babe attractor, Dick is uncomfortable going 'I didn't make it for them'.
Like even looking at this comic pic where Dick is in disguise and he and Kori are just walking down the street, they both still attract the entire street's attention. It must be so uncomfortable.
Here's my thoughts on the sex symbol status. Yes, Dick is a sex symbol. That's just fact. But here's where the issue is. People can be sex symbols without it affecting their personality because that status, is something given to them or bestowed upon them by another person.
I'm leaning a little into my post in the drafts but Johnny Depp, Marylyn Monroe, David Bowie, Tom Cruise, Cleopatra - they're all so vastly different on their opinions of sexual liberty and yet all of them as considered sex symbols.
So what does this mean for Dick? Nothing, really. It just means the world takes one look at him and wants him but he is under no obligation to follow through nor does he. He's not a slut for sleeping with the people he likes and no one thinks of him that way either. He was slut-shamed after his rape by Pantha who always has some harsher opinions because that is her personality. She literally says the meanest things about everyone because she's a rough and tough character and she finds humor in being mean because she is who she is.
For Dick himself, it means nothing. He doesn't view himself as attractive which ironically is also what celebrities who were interviewed about the sex symbol status said as well, such as Johny Depp.
The problem with being beautiful though is that people brush you off. Certain girlfriends of his do it. They see him as just a pretty boy and writers of certain comics *cough* Batgirl comics writers and Tom Taylor *cough* throw his skills and talent down the garbage disposal so he can act as a dumb pretty boy toy for his girlfriend. His personality is degraded to a bland white paste and his intelligence and power and pain are thrown out the window.
(This POST gives some examples of when writers do this for Dickbabs)
Like this is a serious problem! I read this article some time ago -
Here are the main highlights:
There isn't a problem with Dick being ascribed a sex symbol status and to his great benefit most people don't treat him like this but some do! LIKE HIS GIRLFRIEND.
In summary, and I'm gonna borrow a lyric here to quote -
"It's hell on earth to be heavenly Them's the breaks, they don't come gently"
I think the problem is, instead of focusing on how beautiful Dick looks, I really feel like DC and the fandom should analyze how uncomfortable Dick gets, how certain comics force him into relationships when others clearly show he wouldn't be interested in a parallel situation, and mostly how Dick Grayson is robbed of his personality, identity, and beliefs all because of how people believe he should act due to his beauty.
I'm honestly tired of the equation that Dick's status as a sex symbol somehow reduces him to a slut. He is not. Instead we should focus on how his beauty is weaponized against him. He was born with those looks and complaining about them is useless. That's his mother and father-given appearance. It's his genetic inheritance. It's as much a part of his as his grace or his unyielding kindness.
The real issue isn't DC’s acknowledgment of his beauty—it's the utter failure to dig deeper. Instead we should explore how Dick deals with it. How does he carry the weight of being constantly objectified? What does it do to his relationships? How is he coerced to do something in a relationship because it is expected of simply due to the fact that he's beautiful? We should explore how people (even the batfam sometimes) only see his smile or good-natured humor while his complexities - his pain, his resilience, his brilliance - are shucked aside? He's constantly diminished by the fandom and canon because of his cheery personality and good looks just to fit a particular character's narrow view of him.
Call him pretty! Dick legit doesn't care if villains call him pretty or someone calls him that because what they're really focused on when they call him that, are his skills. He doesn't mind being called pretty, beautiful, gorgeous - as long as he's valued for his talents and efforts and skills.
(Here's the pretty boy post for my lovelies. Part 2 in the making)
The issue, once again, isn't his sex symbol status or his looks. It's literally everything else. Dick Grayson is not a reflection of what others project; he is a someone who stands apart, vibrant, and irreducibly whole. Which too often gets lost underneath his looks.
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Osaka Sougo - Drama Collection vol.2 Rabbit Chat
Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!
Osaka Sougo: Thank you for your hard work, Momo-san. And thank you so much for going out of your way to host a delicious catering lunch for us today despite your busy schedule.
Osaka Sougo: Thanks to you, I was able to focus even more during the shoot. I am once again very grateful. I will continue to do my best not to hold anyone back, so I look forward to your continued support.
Momo: Sougo~~ 😆🫶🫶 Thanks for the lovely rabbichat!!!!
Osaka Sougo: It’s nothing at all! You found it lovely…!?
Momo: It’s so Sougo-like that I could practically hear your voice through the screen, which is super lovely 🥺💕
Momo: Not only that, but you thanked me in person on set so you really didn’t have to go out of your way to send a message! ✨ I just wanted to enjoy some good food with you guys so don’t worry about it‼🥰
Osaka Sougo: Thank you for your kind words…! I wanted to properly express my gratitude, that’s why I wrote you a message.
Osaka Sougo: I think your rabbichats are wonderful as well. I can hear Momo-san's tender heart and gorgeous voice permeate through the letters.
Momo: Wonderful…? 🥺 ba-dum…
Osaka Sougo: Yes! It’s one of your many charms.
Momo: Does that mean you like me…? 🥺
Osaka Sougo: It might be a bit presumptuous of me to say, but yes!
Momo: Yaaay~~! 🫶 Momo-chan and Yuki will sandwich you and turn you all squishy! 💚💜🩷
Osaka Sougo: S-squishy…!?
Osaka Sougo: I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness…! I’ll make sure to train my core regularly so that I can withstand any unexpected situations (being turned into a squishy mess for example).
Momo: Unexpected situations LMAOOO
Osaka Sougo: I respect Re:vale a lot after all…
Momo: You’re too cute, Sougo 🤩✨ I’m glad we could chat since our break times didn’t overlap today (*´艸`) 💕
Momo: We mainly had Chinese food for today’s catering, what did you like the most? 🍜
Osaka Sougo: Everything was delicious, but if I had to choose one dish, I’d say the tantan soup (1)! Being able to choose the level of spiciness was fun.
Momo: Yours was super red though!? lolol
Osaka Sougo: Yes, I’d say it was about the same color as Scarlatto Veneziano.
Momo: What the hell my eyes just glazed over trying to read that lolololol
Osaka Sougo: It’s a reddish-orange! It may even resemble the color of a fully ripe persimmon.
Momo: Hoho…! Glad the catering was up to your tastes! The spice handle went from 1 to 10 🫣
Osaka Sougo: Yes…! I went with level 8.
Momo: 8!?!?!?
Momo: Wouldn’t your lips swell up from the spice and turn puffy!? 😭 Your character’s gonna end up being “that guy with the lip filler” instead !?!? 😭😭
Osaka Sougo: Oh, I was totally fine! I actually toned the level down since I have a secret code with Mitsuki-san.
Momo: Dude you keep dropping some crazy lines lololol what’s you guys’ secret code!?
Osaka Sougo: When Mitsuki-san asks, “How spicy is it?” I promised to reply, “Just a little!” especially when I’m eating outside, so we don’t alarm those around us.
Momo: What the hell, that’s so cute!!! It’s like a call-and-response (2)! I’m totally asking you “How spicy?” next time 🤩
Osaka Sougo: Yes…! And I will respond with “Just a little!”
Momo: I’m kinda sad that the shoot’s gonna be over soon~~! 😭
Osaka Sougo: Likewise, I really loved the set... The atmosphere you create is so warm, Momo-san.
Osaka Sougo: I apologize for the mistake I caused on the first day, the reshoot must’ve been an inconvenience…
Momo: Oh youuuu, stop worrying about that! 🥺 If you’re gonna say that, then I messed up a bunch too! You had to carry wine for so long because I kept reshooting lolol
Osaka Sougo: No, that situation was out of your control since your costume didn’t flow the way it was supposed to…!
Momo: Yup! Making it look like I was floating was much harder than I thought it’d be! 🥺
Momo: That’s the scene where your character, who works at the hotel the ghost lives in as a waiter, yells out “Why do you keep interrupting me during work!? You cruel ghost, get out!” right? 🤔
Osaka Sougo: Yes… I’m not used to yelling, so my voice cracked a little… It’s an important scene too. The ghost was interested in my character, but I couldn’t stand the pranks he pulled on a daily basis anymore and I exploded…
Momo: But I really loved your acting! You were blushing right up to your ears, your hands were shaking, and so was your voice. You exploded with emotion.
Momo: That’s why I got more into my own role than usual, I think! I ended up responding to the waiter’s anger with extra sass, and I went, “What do you want me to do to pass time then, you stupid brat!” ✨
Osaka Sougo: Thank you very much… Your playful and mischievous tone was also very wonderful, Momo-san! You embody every role you play so well…!
Momo: Ehehe, thanks 🤗 I really like this role since it’s cute!
Momo: It’s so endearing how he ghost actually wants to be friends with the waiter, but he just can’t be honest about it 🥺❤
Osaka Sougo: He’s a bit of a tsundere, isn’t he. If only he asked the waiter to play with him, things wouldn’t have escalated to that degree…
Momo: They keep misunderstanding each otherrrrrr! I totally relaaaaate!!!
Osaka Sougo: You and Yuki-san always seem to understand each other perfectly, but it sounds like you’ve had moments like that too…
Momo: Yeah, for sure! All the time actually. Yuki does so many things I can’t do, I can’t even begin to grasp some of it. I want to support him too, but sometimes what I think is helpful isn’t what he actually needs… and vice versa.
Momo: Most of the time, it’s just us trying to do something good for each other that backfires LOL
Osaka Sougo: I understand………………………….
Momo: you relate in a way huh LOL
Osaka Sougo: May I ask, how do you resolve those misunderstandings…?
Momo: We argue to the bitter end! We talk!
Osaka Sougo: You argue!? Is that okay?!
Momo: Of course! Leaving things that way is actually the worst! Though I’ve only learnt that from spending so many years with Yuki so I can’t be too high and mighty about it
Momo: We fight because we wanna understand each other, share what we feel, and cherish one another
Osaka Sougo: I see how it is
Osaka Sougo: Tamaki-kun and I cherish each other too, right?
Momo: Yup! You can lose sight of something that obvious when you spend so much time with someone.
Momo: Thanks, Sougo! Talking to you made me reflect on myself and how much I wanna keep working hard, together with Yuki.
Osaka Sougo: Oh no, I’m the one who should be thanking you…! at first I only wanted to thank you, but I’m grateful you listened to me for this long!
Momo:
Momo: Yuki’s stuck composing something right now so I didn’t wanna bother him, but I’ll reach out and make sure he gets some fresh air. Even if I have to drag him out. 😤
Osaka Sougo: I see, then I’ll try to reach out to Tamaki-kun even when he’s busy with choreography or school. I wanna talk to him about work even more!
Momo: That’s awesome 😤 😤 Let’s catch up again soon, Sougo! 😤
Osaka Sougo: Yes…! I’m looking forward to it 😤
Tantan soup: Tantanmen soup, inspired by the Chinese Sichuan Dandan noodles. A spicy and creamy noodles dish. (via kitchenstories)
Call and response: a form of interaction between a speaker and an audience in which the speaker's statements ("calls") are punctuated by responses from the listeners. This form is also used in music, where it falls under the general category of antiphony. (via wikipedia)
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LOL HI I HAVE A THOUGHT AGAINNN HEHEHE
Cale and the gang with someone who's a mermaid? They're scared shitless because of the insanity their fellow merfolk are expressing towards creatures that haven't done them anything too big. They can be transmigrated or just simply too self aware of what kind of people they are going to face if they keep meddling with other creatures' affairs with no reasonable explanation.
I love mermaids lol 😞
It can be platonic or romantic. I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE 🔥🔥🔥
Out of Their Minds - LoTCF & Mermaid! Reader
notes: thank you for enjoying my fics! I wrote something more lighthearted this time because I'm realised I kept writing angst. Low-key wanna do a pt.2 of this ngl. Also I know betta fishes live in shallow water but they are the most magnificent fish I have laid my eyes on so I wanted to use them
tags: mermaid reader, male reader (it wasn't planned, i was addressing to reader as a man before I could realise it lol), set after cale heals paseton, paseton/reader if you squint, i made a bunch of bullshit information about mermaids since there isn't much known about them anyways
English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors
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“This is what you get for working with shady people…”
You stare at the three mermaid corpses on top of a big rock. It was the middle of the night making the sight more eery. It makes you nauseous. Especially as you notice how one of them is armless.
However, you didn’t pity them.
“Serves you right to be honest.”
You whispered in the corpse’s ear as you sat on top of the boulder. Your mermaid tail swaying against a part of the rock that has no mermaid on it.
“How did you lose your arm though? Did you anger the Whale Tribe so much that they took your arm as a souvenir?”
Looking at the sea you wondered who killed them.
“Maybe it was that ruffian called Archie? But I heard rumours from the fishes that the Whale King will beat him to a pulp if he goes too far.”
Humming in disbelief, you continued talking to the corpse as though they were still alive.
“Hmm, but you guys crossed the line first so I guess doing this much to your bodies is nothing.”
You started thinking about what happened to the mermaid tribe as of late. Some shady organizations came and made a deal with them. You didn’t know much but you heard the organization called Arm was asking for a sea route.
“Wait, it’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? You’re working for something called Arm and you lost your arm when you died.”
With your index finger pointing out, you tried to poke the cheek of the armless mermaid. But alas you couldn’t do it. Too disgusted at their mummified looks.
“Eww, you all look so gross. Why am I even sitting on top of you all? I’m gonna go back now before that weirdo magic spearman who keeps calling himself my hyung looks for me.”
Grimacing at the thought of the guy who insisted you’re his family now, you tried to get off the boulder you were sitting on. You may be an orphan, but you aren’t desperate to acquire new family members.
Shaaaa
As you try to climb down, you hear a soft splashing sound from behind. It sounds like water being manifested out of thin air.
Wait… Water out of thin air?
That could only mean the Whale Tribe. Not just ordinary ones, but one of the Shickler’s children.
Panicking, you tried to turn around while climbing down. Which only resulted in you falling off the boulder and landing hard on your butt.
“Wait wait wait! Is that a sword? Oh my god, it’s Paseton. Wait no should I call you his highness Paseton?”
Teary eyes and mouth spouting a bunch of nonsense because of panic made the half-blood whale stop in his tracks. Usually, when he encounters a mermaid they would spare no time attacking him.
“Are you about to discard those bodies in the water?”
“What? No way! If I did that those weird people would find me sooner.”
“Weird… People?”
Paseton lowered his sword and you relaxed a little. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand before addressing the whale’s confusion.
“Yeah! You should know about it already. I heard the turtles talking about how the mermaids are haunting you because you found out they were working with humans! Oh, but you don’t seem hurt, good for you!”
You gave him a thumbs-up as if you weren’t on the verge of crying because you fell earlier.
The half-blood whale finds you weird. It looks like you have no intentions of hurting him. In fact, it looks like you’re supporting him?
“...You’re that rumoured eccentric mermaid. Son of the previous mermaid leader.”
“No need to make it sound good. I know the rumours actually call me crazy and not eccentric. But yes that’s me, the crazy orphan whose parents got assassinated by mermaids. They're the real lunatics if you ask me.”
Paseton hesitantly shook the hand you offered.
“But why are you here? I heard you’ve gone missing and the mermaid tribe are worried sick looking everywhere for you?”
“You’re one to talk, I heard your sister is going crazy looking for you too.”
Letting go of his hand, you began to explain what happened.
“You already know about it but the merpeople are getting help from above ground. That was also why they assassinated my mother, the previous mermaid leader. She wanted to straighten out the relationship between our tribe and yours. She also initially refused the offer that the humans made. Look where that got her.“
Because of that you became wanted by the merpeople too. They framed it as looking for the lost heir but what they really want is to capture you to exploit your abilities.
As thanks for not killing you, you explained your special abilities to Paseton. Your poison is three times stronger than normal mermaids. You also possess the ability to heal any poison that comes from water and it’s creatures in it. Another special ability of yours is transforming into a fish. A secret ability that only the direct blood of the true mermaid leader can possess.
“My poison is strong enough to do this.”
Stretching your arms, you demonstrated your poison to Paseton by letting it out on the mermaid beside you. This rendered the already armless mermaid tailless.
“The sight is disgusting each time. Not pretty at all.”
You gag as you watch the mermaid’s tail turn into green goo before it sizzles, leaving no trace behind.
“So what do you think? I was planning on leaving these bodies but I can get rid of them for you. In exchange, you’ll let me be on my merry way.”
Paseton nodded and you took that as a cue to start disintegrating the corpses with your poison.
“Where do plan to go now?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. The mermaids have gone crazy, I’m too scared to even look at them. Both the whales and the whale tribe won’t leave me alone if they see me because they’ll think I’m one of those lunatics. Maybe I’ll forever transform into a fish and create a fantasy nation and call it Lemuria or something.”
You said it in a joking manner but Paseton can see the fear in your eyes as you talk about the merpeople. At that moment the whale tribe prince pitied you. You have essentially become an outsider with nowhere to run to.
He was about to make an offer when a water whip struck beside you.
“See? That’s what I’m talking about, now a water whip is out to kill me. Wait waterwhip? Witira?!”
You desperately looked at the man in front of you.
“Hey, I helped you get rid of the bodies right? You said you’ll let me go right? So please explain to your sister I didn’t do anything.”
“What are you doing to my brother?!”
Witira’s angry voice from behind made you look at his brother more desperately. Paseton nodded as he walked towards his sister.
“Noona stop, he doesn’t mean any harm. We were just having a chat.”
“With a mermaid?”
Paseton begins explaining what happened to Witira. From how he gets help from a noble to you helping him get rid of the mermaids. He also explained how you’re on the run from the mermaids and the people working with them.
As Paeston speaks you tried to use their distracted state as an opportunity to go back to the sea.
Keyword being “try”.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
You feel the humpback whale half-blood scoop your fish form from the shore.
“A betta fish huh? You’re quite pretty.”
Good thing you’re a fish so the siblings wouldn’t be able to see you blush. Your fins did shine a little brighter though. Light blue with a red and white undertone that makes you look purple glistened under the moonlight.
But there’s no way they’ll know that’s how you show being flustered in fish form so it’s good.
“What do you want with me? I already did my end of the deal~”
You whined and flopped around Paseton’s hands, throwing a tantrum. The man only chuckled while his sister watched in amusement.
“Yes, yes. But I want to make another deal.”
That made you stop flailing around.
“Turn back first. The water in my hands is running out, you already splashed most of it out.”
Obeying, you transformed back into your mermaid form. You expected Paseton to put you down then. However, he didn’t and decided to carry your bridal style instead.
He may be the weakest of the whale tribe but his still stronger than most humans.
“So what do you want?”
You crossed your arms, pouting because you lost your chance to make a getaway.
“Well, I was thinking of taking you back with us. You have nowhere to go right? You can just live with us.”
Both you and Witira looked at him quizzically.
“What’s in it for you?”
“We’ll use your abilities when fighting the mermaids. You also have an information network that consists of sea creatures right? We’ll use that too.”
“Those are my friends, not a measly information network thank you very much. Also, didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I’m scared of mermaids now. I can’t even look at them.”
“Who says you have to look at them?”
You questioned what Paseton was saying. Meanwhile, Witira observes his brother. She agrees with his plan. After hearing what happened to you and your abilities, she knows you’ll be a useful card.
However, she knows her brother. And she knows that the way he's looking at you means more than what his entailing. He also seems confident that he’ll get you to go home with them before the sun rises.
Hmm, maybe that’s her fault for spoiling him too much…
“You don’t have to face them yourself. You don’t even have to leave the Whale Tribe village if you want. You’ll just have to use your abilities from far away and help us defeat the mermaid tribe.”
“...”
You mulled about it for a few seconds. It’s not like you have anything else to lose as you already lost everything. It is also true that you have nowhere to go. Your sea creature friends can only hide you for so long before you have to run away again. It also doesn’t seem like the humpback whale is lying.
Plus Paseton is pretty cute.
Wait what?
“So I don’t have to face them?”
“No.”
“Will I have my own house?”
“Hmm, not yet but I have a house that’s separate from our family residence. You can live there with me”
“Not bad… You promise I won’t meet them right? Including those crazy people that keep calling themself my new family.”
“I promise.”
“Can you buy me a large fish tank that’s installed in my house?”
“Making demands already? I’ll have a custom-made fish tank and pool, just for you.”
“Okay, deal!”
You raised your arms in celebration, already thinking just how beneficial this whole ordeal was for you. You’ll just have to provide them with your assistance that’s being used for the greater good and you’ll be spoiled as a compensation? Sweet.
Witira only shook her head at your conversation. She could already tell she had a lot to explain to her father once the three of you go home.
Oh well, as long as her brother is happy.
#trash of the count's family#lout of the count’s family#tcf#lcf#lotcf#totcf#le asks#paseton#paseton tcf#tcf paseton#paseton x reader#witira#tcf witira#x reader#x male reader#male reader#manhwa x reader#tcf x reader#lcf x reader#totcf x reader#lotcf x reader#why does paseton have no tags#wtf write more about paseton pls
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hello my sweets, as promised, here is first time saying i love you headcanons with art, tashi, and patrick !!
Art Donaldson
- he said it first
- it was the night of your six month anniversary and you were out for dinner
- he kept looking at you all weird and you thought maybe he felt sick so you asked him if he wanted to go home
- he gets even more freaked out and basically shouts that he’s fine
- you hold his hand and ask him what’s the problem so he takes a deep breath
- and says that he loves you
- you both go silent and you’re freaking out cause the boy you’re in love with loves you too and he’s freaking out because you look shocked
- immediately backpedals and explains that you don’t need to say anything back
- you cut him off with a fat kiss to the lips in the middle of fucking applebees and tell him you love him too
- he breaths the biggest sigh of relief and kisses you again
- he tells you after you both calm down that he’s been in love with you since before he started dating you
- he has notes in his phone where he wrote down every time he wanted to say i love you
- they literally date back to your third date. he’s genuinely crazy
- half of them are drunk messages where he’s just ranting about how much he loves you or they’re stone cold sober n he’s talking about “i want to tell her i love her but im gonna look crazy, keep it together art”
- extremely obsessed with saying it to you, says it when he hangs up, when you’re literally just going downstairs to grab something
- loves you with his whole heart n is so excited that he can say it
Tashi Duncan
- you guys say it the same time
- well, you both plan on saying it the same night
- for your 6 month anniversary, she plans an at home dinner where she cooks everything
- it’s a candlelight dinner with the low lighting and romantic music in the back
- you both start to talk at the same time, telling each other there’s something you want to say
- you insist she goes first and with rosy cheeks and a shy smile, she tells you that she loves you
- you laugh out loud n the smile on her face drops
- you’re trying so hard to stop laughing but you’re near tears from how hard you’re laughing
- you’re quick to correct, telling her through laughs that you were literally going to tell her the exact same thing
- she’s giddy, you’re giddy, dinner is basically forgotten
- she slips it into the convo shyly from there on out but slowly says it way more as she falls deeper in love with you
Patrick Zweig
- you said it first
- it was a month in and for some reason, you felt like it was the absolute perfect time
- you’re cuddled up on the couch and it just falls out
- he freezes and you instantly assume you came on way too strong
- he asks you to give him a second because he feels like he’s making this up in his head
- you inform him that no, you love him and you’ve loved him since you met him
- he jumps up (dropping you on the floor in the process) and dances around
- once he regains his senses, he picks you up, kisses you a bunch, and tells you that he loves you too
- he told you he was way too scared to actually say it and thought maybe he was saying it too soon
- turns out you’re both crazy n seem to think saying i love you one month in is totally normal!
- win win situation
- he says it all the time but he also shows you too!
- kisses to the shoulder when he hugs you in greeting, genuine thank yous when you pack him lunch, back massages when you’re tired after a long day of work
i wrote this because i’m crazy n in love with all of them! hope you’re also crazy n in love, enjoy!
#challengers#challengers headcanons#challengers fic#challengers drabble#challengers imagine#art donaldson#tashi duncan#patrick zweig#art donaldson x reader#tashi duncan x reader#patrick zweig x reader#artydonsgf
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Madeleine x Dark Choco one shot
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Fluff/ sfw story, around 3000 words
Before reading I’d like to say that I am nothing close to a writer! I literally wrote this is my notes app. I just wanted to try my hand at it. I also didn’t reread so there’s probably gonna be some mistake lol but some opinions in reblogs or comments would be nice!
Dark Choco’s gaze was fixated on the river in-front of him, clear water rushed past him with fish following in the waves but he wasn’t paying attention. He had come here to catch some food for dinner. Ever since he left the sword behind and began an easy life on the outskirts of his old kingdom Dark Choco had to personally hunt his food. Originally he detested the idea of hunting innocent animals but forced himself to do what he must, and it wasn’t as bad as he expected. It was almost calming, sitting and watching the animals go by, waiting for the weak of the bunch to show itself. Perhaps it was remnants of who he used to be peaking through. Dark Choco tried to ignore that thought though. But as of recently he couldn’t bring himself to relax at all, his head was filled with one thing and one thing only. Madeleine.
Madeleine had found him a few months back. Three perhaps? Dark Choco found it hard to keep track of dates nowadays. Madeleine, on a pursuit to expand his knowledge of the world and move away from his sheltered life, had left his home and ended up lost in the dense forest of the dark cacao kingdom. Wandering almost hopelessly until a the light of a campfire caught his eye, like a beacon of hope. Dark Choco remembers very vividly the first time he saw him. The way the knight excitedly stumbled onto his camp grounds, long platinum hair wind blown and messy with one of his bangs pushed back in a wing shaped hair clip as the other fell in his face , a thick blue jacket wrapped around him, but what Dark Choco remembers most was his face. Cheeks and nose tinted red and pink from the cold, blue eyes staring eagerly at him, and a big stupid smile. He was bright and stuck out like sore thumb against the dim woods. Before Dark Choco could get a word out Madeleine happily introduced himself. A “knight commander from the great Crème republic” he professed proudly. He remembers the way Madeleine fumbled over his words, trying to act as if he wasn’t lost at all and just needed a moment to rest and warm up, but also some directions to “refresh his brain” could be nice also. Dark Choco isn’t sure what possessed him to allow Madeleine to stay, perhaps it was his odd charm…or the guilt of leaving him to freeze to death in the forest. Whatever it was, Dark Choco allowed him to stay at the camp for a while to gather himself and thaw out.
Madeleine thanked him and quickly made himself comfortable, tossing down his backpack and making himself comfortable on a conveniently placed log. He asked Dark Choco a few basic small talk questions, his name, what’s he doing out here, so on so forth. He was blunt and short with Madeleine, though it didn’t seem to phase the knight as he easily went on talking about himself. Dark choco, not having much better to do, listened and soon found himself almost enthralled in Madeleine’s stories. How he and a “coworker” had saved his republic from a stray light shard (Dark Choco hasn’t a clue what this is but judging from Madeleine’s description it must be pretty bad), and the time he and a group of others fought and defeated a dragon, along with when he and his republic fought against the forces of dark enchantress and her servants of darkness. Dark Choco cringed to himself during the last story, though not having been apart of the darkness during this event, any reminders of his past always felt like a slap in the face. Despite that he still felt drawn in by the other’s story of his heroic stories, admired him almost. Madeleine nearly embodied all the Dark Choco had wanted to be, what he could’ve been. Madeleine almost reminded him of his old self, almost.
Madeleine was certainly a character, quite loud and boisterous, and clearly full of himself. His self centered nature was definitely something that took a bit of getting used to. Though, dark choco could tell his intentions were true, which made it easier. Perhaps his stories were exaggerated at times but the way Madeleine spoke about his desire to travel and learn felt earnest. Dark Choco wasn’t sure what had possessed him, he couldn’t help but feel almost completely charmed by Madeleine. His stories of being a hero, his want to venture out past his gated republic and discover, and even his self centered attitude even charmed him at times. With that, against his better judgment, Dark Choco allowed him to stay how ever long he needed. Madeleine gave him another big smile, along with some thanks, as he began digging in his bag for his own supplies to set up camp. The rest of that night was filled with mindless banter, mostly all from Madeleine. It was odd to Dark Choco. He hadn’t had just a stupid back and forth about nothing in so long. It felt good.
The following morning Dark Choco was almost sad to see Madeleine go. Dark Choco watched as he gathered his things as he spoke about basically nothing to him. Part of him wanted to invite Madeleine to stay for breakfast, but he his nerves caused a struggle to get anything out. Dark Choco hadn’t really tried to befriend anyone in quite a while, which led him to a bit of overthinking when it came to simple things such as a breakfast. Eventually Madeleine finished packing and Dark Choco pointed him off in the right direction, after some more goodbyes and more ‘thank you’s, Madeleine was off. Until he was stopped by a sudden grip on his arm. He turned around to Dark Choco and gave him a confused look. Dark Choco probably looked like an idiot, he stared back at Madeleine with a surprised face. He acted purely out of emotion. This was rare. After a brief moment of looking stupid, dark choco fixed himself, releasing madeleines arm, and finally finding his voice.
“… Perhaps.. You could stop by, after you leave the kingdom..?”
Madeleine smiled at him.
“Of course, my friend.”
That one spur of the moment decision is what led Dark Choco to where he is now. Madeleine stayed true to his word and visited him after he left the kingdom. He even brought along some gifts and food to show his appreciation for Dark Choco’s kindness. They sat and talked for hours that night, Madeleine setting up camp with him and spending the night once more. Though, one night turned into staying for breakfast, then dinner, then another night, then three nights, then into a week, then two weeks, then a month, and so on. Perhaps they were just lonely from spending days traveling by themselves but the two just seemed to click. Dark Choco hadn’t had a friend by his side in so long that he gladly welcomed the new warmth of Madeleine. Though as the days continued dark choco couldn’t help but notice that something deeper than a feeling of friendship was beginning manifest within him. All of his thoughts were taken over by Madeleine, he was all Dark Choco could think about. His bright hair and how stray pieces fell perfectly around his face, the way his eyelashes sat over half-lidded eyes, and the thing he thought about most was his smile. Madeleine’s smile was big, goofy, and contagious. He always managed to get at least a smirk from dark choco, even from the most unfunny jokes. Just from his smile.
So here Dark Choco was now. Staring blankly into a river as he desperately tried to navigate his new feelings. Romance had never been something he thought about before, whether he didn’t have time for it or simply didn’t care for it. All of these emotions were beginning to get frustrating, he had no clue how to deal with them. He couldn’t tell Madeleine, he didn’t want to risk driving him away if the feelings weren’t mutual. What was he to do? A splash from a fish jumping in the river snapped him out of his thoughts, reminding him why he was even here in the first place. Dark Choco sighed and focused his attention onto the river, its best to try and distract himself from these thoughts.
Dark Choco made his way back to his- no, ..their campsite, with a small basket of fish in hand. Fresh snow from the night before crunched under his feet and crisp air filled his lungs. He enjoyed his new life, it was quiet and peaceful. Dark Choco walked slow and leisurely, enjoying the forest life around him. Though the freezing temperatures of the kingdom did not allow for much flowers or other plant life, he enjoyed the large old trees. The trees blocked out quite a bit of sun, leaving most of the forest floor shaded but the sun that did shine through made the snow look as though it had glitter mixed into it. A soft glow of yellow and orange against the snow and branches caught Dark Choco’s attention as he got closer to camp. He crept up behind a nearby tree and peaked over the side. Of course, there sat Madeleine by a fire. It may be odd, but Dark Choco enjoyed watching him from afar at times and seeing how he acted on his own without worry of others seeing. Perhaps it was something of a guilty pleasure, trying to get a glimpse of Madeleine without his persona. The flame infront of him was a little small, as he wasn’t very experienced in living outdoors, but he tried nonetheless. After a little bit of judging Madeleine’s camping skill, Dark Choco noticed something that made his heart skip. Madeleine had taken Dark Choco’s cloak and was wearing it. He sat with he’s knees pulled to his chest and the cloak held together at the edges like a blanket. Dark Choco didn’t know why but something about seeing Madeleine in his clothes caused a heat to rise to his cheeks. He stood and watched the knight a little longer, engraving the scene into his head, before he finally forced himself to move and approached Madeleine.
“…I’m back”
He must’ve been quiet because Madeleine nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his voice, quickly stumbling to straighten himself out and removing the cloak.
“D- Dark Choco!! Haha! I didn’t realize you were coming back so soon!”
“…Why are you wearing that?”
Madeleine sheepishly slid the cloak off his shoulder, avoiding eye contact.
“Uh.. well, I suppose I’m not very used to such cold weather. Day and night I’m freezing no matter what. I needed some more layers and you left this behind so…”
He seemed embarrassed about being caught as he handed the cloak back but dark choco only pushed Madeleine’s hand back towards him.
“It’s alright.. You can keep wearing it…”
Dark Choco thought for a moment.
“Do you do this often?”
Madeleine nervously laughed to himself, rocking on his heels slightly.
“Only on the days you don’t take it with you. I’m not really used to such cold weather, the republic is quite warm all year round haha..”
Madeleine embarrassedly tried to explain himself but what he didn’t notice was the blush spreading on dark chocos face as he thought about Madeleine wearing his cloak around.
“…I see… that’s alright. You can wear it whenever you please..”
He smiled at dark choco, slipping the cloak back on. Though he still seemed a bit embarrassed.
“Gracious as always! Thank you, my friend!”
Dark Choco gave Madeleine a pat on the shoulder with a nod as he moved past him. He needed to fix Madeleine’s quite pitiful fire and begin cooking, he also needed to get away from Madeleine before he noticed just how flustered Dark Choco was getting.
After gathering some more wood to fuel Madeleine’s quite pitiful fire Dark Choco skewered and began cooking. Madeleine, of course, quickly started talking his ear off. He talked about anything and everything, what he dreamed of, how he slept, where to adventure to next, a grand story about himself, the weather, his family, so on so forth, and Dark Choco listened to every word. Perhaps he could take Madeleine to the Hollyberry kingdom next. He used to go there with his father when he was young, and from the little he remembered it was warm and bustling. Perfect for Madeleine. His mind began to wander once more. The Hollyberry kingdom is also quite known for its romance. The kingdom and many beautiful spots and plenty of dances for lovers to attend. He thought about how Madeleine would look in a nice tailored suit. He had only seen him in thick coats and layers, the picture of him in something more proper and fancy with his hair all done up made his cheeks begin to burn again. His thoughts continued as he imagined them dancing together in a ballroom, they’d be so close that he could count the faint freckles across Madeleine’s face, and he’d hold his hand as they danced. Dark Chocos was suddenly snapped out of his fantasies by madeleine calling his name.
“Hey! Dark Chocooo?”
He was suddenly aware of how hot his face felt.
“Ah-.. yes?”
“Are you alright? You looked out of it and your face is red.”
Madeleine looked concerned and Dark Choco was horribly embarrassed.
“… I’m fine. Forgive me.”
He shouldn’t be thinking about Madeleine like that anyway. They are friends and nothing more. Why would he imagine such a scenario in the first place? Despite Dark Chocos (admittedly poor) reassurance, Madeleine still looked concerned with his eyebrows knitted together.
“If something is troubling you, you can tell me!”
He put a hand on his chest as he spoke. He did that quite often, Dark Choco had noticed. It was a kind of cute quirk.
“.. Thank you, but I am fine..”
Dark Choco gave him a small smile to try and reassure him. Though Madeleine still seemed a bit suspicious, he dropped it. Dark Choco must have zoned out longer than he realized because the food was now fully cooked.
As they ate Dark Choco did his best to keep his thoughts in line as he listened to Madeleine blabber. Dark Choco gave scattered responses here and there but ultimately Madeleine was the one holding up most of the conversation, but that was fine. He liked listening to him talk, even if it was about nothing. Dinner went quick with the help of mindless chatter. Madeleine leaned back, stretching out his arms above his head.
“I think I’m going to go to bed early tonight.”
As he got up to head to his tent Dark Choco impulsively called out to him.
“Wait..! Uh.. If you want-…”
He bit his tongue and cursed himself for acting out again, Madeleine was going to be the death of him. He debated continuing, but he had already said too much and the confused look from Madeleine made him feel bad.
“Uhm.. If you are still cold… you could sleep with me in my tent tonight… It is more built for colder weather than yours is.. I assume..”
He felt more and more embarrassed as he forced himself to speak but a soft smile from Madeleine eased his nerves.
“I’d appreciate that.”
His voice was calm and quiet, it wasn’t often he heard Madeleine speak without his boisterous persona. Dark Choco savored it.
“… You can get yourself situated. I’m going to put out the fire.. then I’ll join you..”
Madeleine nodded and went to gather his things from his tent. Dark Choco did his best to quickly put out the fire, he’s never been more excited for bed. As he finished snuffing out the last bit of flames all he could think about was Madeleine waiting for him in his tent. It felt like an eternity until all the embers were out, but he was finally finished. Anxiously, he unzipped the tent and entered.
Madeleine sat on top of a small futon, slightly turned away from the opening of the tent brushing out his hair. Dark Choco hadn’t really seen all of Madeleines hair, as it was usually tucked into his coat to keep it from blowing everywhere. It was shockingly long, spilling out onto the floor all around him. It was pretty. Dark Choco watched silently as a the brush easily guided through long straight hair. Both sides of his bangs were out and perfectly framed his face, stopping right above his cheek bones. He seemed to be in his own world, with his eyes closed as he methodically brushed through his hair. The light cream color of his hair had a soft orange glow to it from a small lantern set by their sleeping bags. The dim light also hit his face perfectly, highlighting his long lashes. Dark Choco felt his heart beat quicken at how breathtaking he was. Eventually Dark Choco found his voice.
“Are you comfortable?”
Madeleine peaked over at him and smiled.
“Yes! You were right, it’s certainly less cold in here!”
Dark Choco couldn’t help but smile back, happy that he was comfortable.
In the corner of the tent was his borrowed cloak, along side Madeleine’s heavier layers. They were all folded up neatly next to eachother. Dark Choco followed suit and began removing his extra layers as well, setting them by the other clothes before sitting on his futon by Madeleine. It almost felt domestic, their clothes neatly laid next to each other as they sat together getting ready for bed. It was nice, it was comfortable. Dark Choco covered himself with his blanket and layed back onto his bed, closing his eyes and folding his hands over his stomach as he listened to the sound of Madeleine brushing his hair. He felt relaxed and he basked in it, he could probably fall asleep right then. After a while of brushing and the occasional hum from Madeleine he could hear shuffling as he got under his covers and clicked the lantern off. Dark Choco was began to doze off but the sudden sound of shuffling from Madeleine twisting and turning in his bed alerted him back awake. This became a cycle, almost asleep, woken up by shuffling, quiet, almost asleep, shuffling. He wasn’t sure how long this lasted but it was becoming bothersome.
“Madeleine.”
The movement abruptly stopped.
“…Dark Choco…”
“What are you doing..?”
There was a pause, Madeleine was a bit embarrassed from being called out.
“…Forgive me, but even though your tent is better than mine it is still quite cold and it’s making it a bit hard to fall asleep.”
Dark Choco hesitated for a moment, biting his cheek as he thought. Finally, he built up the courage and lifted his blanket up as an invitation.
“…Come lay with me then.. sharing body heat is good for keeping warm…”
He held his breath as a he nervously waited for a reply. Madeleine said nothing as he slowly got up and crawled under Dark Choco’s covers. Madeleine quickly made himself comfortable, laying his head against Dark Choco’s chest and wrapping his arm around his middle. A sigh of relief came from Dark Choco as he covered them up with the blanket and circled an arm around Madeleine. His heart felt its burst out of his chest. Madeleine could probably hear it thumping in his chest too, which was maybe a little embarrassing but he was far too happy to care. This was all he wanted for so long, just to be able to hold him and be close, and he finally had it. He squeezed Madeleine a little, earning him a quiet chuckle. Dark Choco could melt.
“Let’s start traveling somewhere different. I’m sick of this frozen hellscape.”
Dark Choco laughed as Madeleine complained.
“…How about the Hollyberry kingdom?”
Madeleine thought for a moment.
“That sounds nice.”
#crk#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookierun kingdom#madeleine cookie#dark choco x madeleine#dark choco cookie#darkeleine#not art#I’m aware this isn’t great#but I tried#rarepair#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#fluff
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okay sooo i made some sketches for a few of the sprites i'll be using, some of which i'm gonna show here, as well as thinking about the code edits i'll need to do for this project. i don't want to just redraw a shimeji to look like SQQ, i want him to act and move in character, so i have a whole bunch of edits to do
some of my notes:
i'm not yet sure how many sprites some animations will require so i'm not putting in a final number, or numbering which sprites will be used for what animation, but i'm going to throw out an estimate that the final sprite count will be about sixty-ish.
i mostly have all my animations already planned out. i know what i want them to look like and know how to do it, but there's a few i still need to think about, like one of the multiplying animations. i considered just getting rid of the one i have no ideas for, but i'll think on it some more. i'm open to suggestions too
i'm considering if i should code and draw in interactions with other shimejis already. it's a bit of a far off idea but i might make a Binghe or maybe even Liu Qingge or Shang Qinghua? who knows. anyway it'd be fun to make some interactions between them. i could even add a tutorial for adding more "romantic" interactions since i want to leave this area open for shippers. if i make it that is
"pet" - yes you can pat Shizun on the head. it makes him embarrased but he likes it.
i'd like to make this an incredibly intricate shimeji with a lot of animations but i'm worried about the performance. they may not be Chrome level RAM eaters, but they're not the lightest and i don't want to create something which people won't get to enjoy
i'm still considering where to host the files. thought about maybe hosting them on a patreon account (for free. the Shizun Distribution System does not demand payment for what it does) but i'm, again, open to suggestions
i'm making this for the Shimeji-ee DESKTOP SOFTWARE FOR WINDOWS. i've never used things like the shimeji chrome extension nor do i own any apple devices. i don't know how to work with these. HOWEVER, if there's someone who DOES know how to work on those, feel free to make versions compatibile with apple or with browsers, BUT only if those versions ARE DISTRIBUTED FOR FREE AND CREDIT ME AS THE CREATOR. i want as many people as possible to enjoy my shimejis
two long idles, one of which i'm showing the sketch for. in the notes i wrote down "looping" and "sound" - while it may be a project that i do not realize in the end, i thought it would be cute to make an animation where Shizun plays the guqin and add sound to it. there would have to be the option to toggle animation sounds, and another to loop that animation, but i thought it would be absolutely adorable to make a sort of music player out of that animation, allowing the user to add a downloaded copy of their playlist into the files. imagine - you're sitting at your computer, studying, working or filing your taxes or whatever, and Shizun's on your screen, doing his thing, providing background music for whatever it is you're doing. cute, no? but this feels like the sort of thing that might get annoying or make your computer turn into a jet engine from overworking. so, for now this is staying a concept. the animation will be present, that much i guarantee but all that other stuff might not show up
OKAY, SO. as you might have noticed i have three designs. i sorta changed them since i made the first post about this, because as it turns out my computer screen doesn't actually display bright colours all that well. might have to fiddle with the settings on it more. anyway this time i coloured looking at my tablet screen so they should be more accurate to what i wanted. i decided that my previous design didn't look like mint chocolate chip ice cream enough <3
so, i'd like you guys to tell me which design is your favourite! i have mixed feelings about design no. 3 because, while pretty, it's kinda too detailed. i just know i'd get sick of redrawing it so i might simplify it further for the finished product
here's the designs!
*slight correction: the eye colour is not final! i left the sketch in on those parts and forgot to actually draw the finished design for the eyes. i don't have the time to correct that at the moment, however. sorry! for a closer look at how the eyes might look like, see previous design
#svsss#scum villains self saving system#scum villain#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#chibi art#shimeji#my art#shizun shimeji#< new tag for sorting posts about this project
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Touch-starved Moon
CW// non-sexual touching, teasing, no actual sexual content notes: Sun and Moon are separate animatronics, not mentioned but implied that the reader is already dating the boys A/N: I don't know what to call this, a preview? Snippet? Drabble? Either way, late last night I got on the topic of touch-starved Moon with my friend, which led to me typing up bits at a time to send them. They were my magical muse because I've been having writer's block, so I just find it funny that I wrote up a bunch via Discord messages versus my usual setup...and on my phone of all things. Maybe I'll do this more to try and get out of my writer's block, definitely seems to be doing a better job than forcing myself to write shit up. But yeah, since this was written up on my phone I've gone through and fixed all my 2 am sleepy typos and grammar mistakes, obviously this isn't finished. Again why I said I don't really know how to label it. Maybe with enough interest, I could pick it up and flesh it out a bit more. But it wasn't intended to be this long, just like the first bit then a jump to the reader touching and over-stimming Moon and junk 💀
“Hm, Moonie?” Your hand drifted down his chest plate before giving the elastic of his pants a quick snap.
Moon hummed, gaze still locked on your face. “Yes, star?”
“What did I just say?”
“What?”
“Oh my, Moonpie were you distracted?”
“I was listening.” he hissed. Moon’s chest plate rumbled with annoyance but grew warm under your touch.
“Mhm, and what was I saying?”
Moon froze and sent your hand a glance, watching as your fingers walked their way down his stomach. “D-daycare..”
“Daycare? Mm, that’s a pretty broad topic.”
“Cleaning..” he cleared his throat. “Cleaning the daycare..”
“Moonie… It’s morning, the daycare is already clean.”
Shit.
“Seems like someone hasn’t fully booted up. I’ll overlook it this time, try not to get distracted with the kiddos, okay?”
Moon forced himself not to chase your hand as it left him, forcing out a grunt in agreement.
“Well,” you stretched and turned to look out into the daycare. “I’m gonna go find Sunny and ask him for his thoughts on what I said.”
He flinched. Did you ask him for his thoughts on something? For the daycare? Moon held back a whimper as you left, crimson eyes trailing the hand you used to touch him, now being used to wave Sun down. The same hand used to touch him now rested against Sun, and it made his chest ache and stomach churn.
Why did you stop touching him?
The rest of the morning was spent with the feeling of eyes on you. Every curious glance resulted in catching Moon’s gaze on you instead of the children he was supposed to be tending to. And without fail, every time he was caught he’d look away and find a way to excuse himself to a different place in the daycare.
By nap time the staring didn’t let up, even Sun had commented, questioning why Moon was so out of it and staring at you.
Moon silently stewed in his emotions, irritated at every touch between you and Sun. You’d yet to touch him again, in fact, you’d gone out of your way to avoid touching him.
During lunchtime, you’d made sure to avoid his touch while handing out the lunch trays, only to touch Sun’s by “accident”.
What made Sun so special? Was it because he’d spaced out earlier? Were you upset? Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be in Sun’s place right now.
Should he apologize? If he was going to he needed to think fast, you’d turn away from Sun and were headed straight for…him?
“Hey Moonpie.” You whispered, careful of the sleeping children, and sat beside him on the floor keeping a decent distance between the two of you. “Feeling better?”
Moon’s voice box rumbled. “Peachy.” Despite the darkness, he could see the gap between the two of you clear as day. Normally you’d sit on his lap with him during nap time while Sun took to doing a mid-day clean up.
“Is that so? I’m glad.”
The glow-in-the-dark stars of the nap room alongside Moon’s dimly lit eyes gave you just enough lighting to see the gap between you two. His leg twitched and you took to distracting yourself to look at a nearby napping child—time to see how the event from this morning would unfold.
The two of you sat in silence aside from the music box playing away in Moon’s chest. Careful to keep your eyes elsewhere, you’d occasionally catch the gap between the two of you growing smaller and smaller.
“What do you think of a sleepover tonight?”
Moon flinched, pausing mid-movement to process the question. “Sleepover? Tonight?”
“Mhm, I talked it out with Sun. Use the theater room and get pillows and blankets to cuddle up together.”
Harsh red lights lit up your face, nearly blinding you and risking waking the children. You slapped a hand over his eyes and they instantly dimmed. Well, that’s new.
You’d c-cuddle them? Of course, you’d done that before but that was…well before his current predicament. No, wait focus.
Your hand lingers on his eyes despite the light dimming, watching those tiny pinprick pupils stare at your hand. Oh right, it probably doesn’t feel great having someone’s hand on your eyes.
Before your hand can fully pull away and lose all contact Moon grabs it, shifting it to his cheek instead. It’s at that moment you feel his leg touch yours…he closed the gap you’d intentionally placed between the two of you.
Such a touchy little Moonpie.
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Your thoughts on the situation of the healthcare CEO that was gun down on Wednesday?
I think every predictable take I might have, I've seen a bunch of. So, I mean, what is there to add to that particular conversation? People familiar with me are pretty familiar with my thoughts, so, I mean if you were looking to hear me pop off about the predictability or this particular event, or revel in vigilante justice...everyone else has done it for me. I might have said those things! But i sat on this, and now everyone else has said them.
So I'll say the one thing I HAVEN'T seen anyone else say. I give this the "Most likely to be read in bad faith" post yearbook award. Something I've been thinking about.
I think it's easy to swim into the ocean and eventually not realize you are so far out you can't swim back. You're gonna drown out there. I wonder how many people that happens to.
This isn't me being sympathetic to the guy--I am not--but I wonder how many of us have been in what we would desperately tell ourselves is a much lower position that is not in any way actually contributing to the misery of the world, and how far could we climb while telling ourselves that? When do the excuses have to stop?
I don't have an answer for this, actually, fuck, i worked for the legal department of a stagecoach bank, but tell you what I didn't sleep very well at night. But, I've been turning it over in my head. When do you become the sort of person who people are okay with being dead? This is across the aisle. If there were a horrible car accident, and someone was killed who worked for the foreclosures department of a bank, would you say something like, "ooooh too bad, vulture." What about someone who wrote the program that streamlined healthcare denials, are they only a programmer? Or are they complicit in evil, too? When are we allowed to live a compromised moral life, and when are we not?
For example, I would light up whoever the informant was. I hope they get doxxed, I hope their life is miserable, I hope that they are badgered so thoroughly that they fuckin choke on it. But I'm sure there's someone out there saying, "Hm, actually, a McDonald's employee probably needs the money for her disabled ADHD child who is living in a cardboard box, intersectionally, and there is no ethical consumption under capitalism, so we can do whatever, actually." If an argument for that can be made, when are we, as human beings, allowed to be bought? When do the scales tip?
I don't have an answer for this. I have compromised my ethics for money. But it does have me wondering, how much line do we give someone before saying, "No. You are evil, now." And is it only when I imagine them to be more prosperous than I am? I don't know. I wish it was clearer to me. I worry I might make moral compromises that make another version of me fine with my death. I, I mean we do, all of us, make plenty of excuses for my behavior that is selfish or otherwise less than stellar.
I'm so happy this dude got gunned down in the middle of Manhattan and WHEN is that moment? WHEN have they gone so far from shore that I no longer see them as a person in the haze? The gears of the system grind to a halt without people willing to service it, so when does blame start and stop? I don't know! I don't know!
I mean, leave it to me to make a moral quandary out of something everyone loves! Leave it to me to be unable to enjoy my own delight in this! But. It's me, what are you gonna do? I do know that I had a short stint at a job I was fucking great at, paid well, and had to drop because I realized fundamentally I was a bad person. For me the line was extremely fucking clear. Crystal. I'm great at rhetoric and emotional appeal, and I'll leave the rest to your imagination because I'm still not proud of it. But what if the bright line had not appeared to me? What if all I would have seen is my financial comfort? I don't know.
On a completely different note, you know what, this is fucking praxis. I think people doing evil should be afraid. Do y'all remember that part of the reason ACA passed is PEOPLE WERE GETTING YELLED AT IN RESTAURANTS? They couldn't go anywhere! Bring up this energy. I am keeping a keen fucking eye out for my reps, and believe that I am more than happy to make a scene. What happens, I get arrested for being a public nuisance? oh no, oh woe. Most likely scenario is a get bounced from wherever I am. Whatever.
I think everyone involved will consider their lives a lot more carefully if they can't go out in public without worrying about getting shot or yelled at. I love the wanted posters. There are a fucking lot of us. We need to get up off our fucking duffs and remember that we are this fucking country. I don't care that they have the government, I am not going to comply in advance. We're gonna have to face the BIG SCARIES and start harassing people. Pick up the phone. Yell in a grocery store. Fuck, most of you live in such big places no one will ever know, I actually run the risk of pissing off my community and being on the outs.
So yeah, my thoughts are, "It's good for them to be scared, and good for us to rememebr that we can make them scared" as a small thought, but, "This dude grew up in Iowa as the son of a grain elevator worker. When was the moment he became evil, and did he recognize it? Would I ever recognize it in myself?" as my big personally terrifying thought.
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obligatory concert thoughts post that i wrote at 2:30 am after getting home
it was so insane. so unreal…
seeing and hearing them live was incredible. of course i didn’t take as many photos or any videos or whatever as i might now have wanted to because i wanted to be experiencing it lol i need to go and save a bunch of things other people posted. hopefully some good fansites were there lol
some things i want to remember:
seungmin note changes and ad libs 🙏 expected but even better live. he’s so amazing and his voice is so stable
chan forgetting the phrase “each and every one of you” and saying “every one and each of you” like three times going 🤨🤔 until asking felix how it was supposed to go
when they came out in the cutoff tshirts and after performing a little some of them put on the scarves TOWELS (i remember felix and lee know and han for sure)
when they did the band intro and seungmin went behind the screen and started putting his 🫶 hands in front of the camera or walking into frame to ✌️🫰👍 👉 at them
cover me high notes. chan’s backing/ad libs in the last chorus
after cover me i think they wanted us all to sing the big so cover me now~~ but none of us realized it and just listened to seungmin do it a second time 😌 and he fucking killed it a cappella like ????
then chan being like uhhh no let’s try that again, and it actually sounded really good
them running down the stage looking goofy as hell to avoid slipping on confetti (and their own spilled water) or running and purposely sliding to a stop
the confetti/streamers that got stuck on the overhead camera cable
chan jumping up like he was going to try and grab the overhead cam during encore
seungmin BITING changbin’s bicep after chan and hyunjin(?) (idk i can't recall because i think i blacked out) started feeling him up. and even before that him seeing that they were goading bin into exposing his arms or just grabbing him and immediately running over to also grope him like…. yeah...same
when they were having the "which section can be loudest" competition and seungmin was told to lead section 3 (the very top seats) and said changbin should do it even though changbin just did the lower section and then passed it off to jeongin instead
and then when seungmin led the whole stadium at the end and was a total troll about it counting 1…2…3……. and not saying anything so we all just started screaming delayed and he goes no, no, no 🙂↔️🙂↔️ evilly and then does it again even slower before shouting SCREAM!!! pain in the ass guy i love
seungmin buying his own jung hoo lee jersey and giants hat to wear and specifying that he bought it and how he loves that player and basically being an adorable gushing baseball fanboy repeatedly turning around and showing the back pointing at it and putting it in front of the camera
and THEN sending bubbles that night about buying the jersey for himself. he’s so cute i wanna die
their fake ass okay show’s over byyyeeee 👋👋😇 going backstage like we don’t all KNOW they’re gonna come back and do two more songs
chan multiple times being like omg it’s cold are you guys cold? and then them throwing water on the crowd 💀
some of them coming out all bundled up like hyunjin & felix in the big hoodies and hats
at the very end when they all walk off toward the camera and they all choose something cute to do 🥹 and we got changbin ultra dance and when hyunjin saw he did part of the so good choreo for us
okay i think that’s like all i can remember for now fuck. god i wanna do it all over again.
as much as i know i would hate doing general admission and standing pit and all that it would be so wonderful to be that close and see them clearly with my own two eyes. might be worth being perceived by them back.
#i barely edited this at all...it's really just for my own memories#anyway it was so much fun even though i feel very uhhh...not good...but it will go away soon#sf 052825
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Vivid Dream about Shifting: A storytime

Holy crap I just had the most insane vivid dream about shifting, and I didn't even realise it was a dream for a while. Basically, I haven't really been having lucid and vivid dreams recently, and it's been weird cause I don't know how to function without them. I'm not gonna lie, but school messes with this stuff!! Yesterday, I decided to read some affirmations and just ignore the 3d for a while because it's bull. I had one vivid dream tonight that I remembered really well that didn't have anything to do with shifting. I woke up, wrote the dream down in my notes app, watched a YouTube video, and went back to sleep cause I was dozing off.
In the dream, I was in bed, and everything started feeling weird. Suddenly, I found myself in my chair, right next to my bed, and my eyes were closed. The chair started spinning. I felt it spinning like I feel my phone in my hands right now. After a while, I felt my environment change, and I opened my eyes. I was in this room with a bunch of people who felt familiar, but I couldn't tell you who they were. After this, I kept trying to shift again, but this time, to my DR. I swear to you that I kept seeing, feeling, and hearing stuff from my DR, and it was genuinely such an amazing experience. It was so loud in the room, though, that I decided to go find another room or area in this reality. I went downstairs, and I found a few members of my family there. I also noticed that it was my grandparents' house. I told them I was going outside, and I did. In the garden there were so many animals, it was so wonderful to see. I could tell this had traits of a lucid dream then, and I knew I could do whatever I wanted to. So I flew into the sky and sat on a cloud. As you do. (flying is so natural to us. Why can't we do it in this reality? It never fails to confuse me. I was meant to fly..) On the cloud, I started affirming and felt the world spin again, and BAM, guess what? I shifted once more. This time, I was in a room that looked like one of those tiny toilets, but it was not a toilet. (lmao) Outside, there was a bunch of people roaming around. And I probably closed my eyes and started getting glimpses of my DR again.
Honestly, I really needed this!! I feel incredibly motivated and happy that I had this dope experience. And again, this did not feel like a dream. It was so incredibly vivid that it confused me. But as a lucid dreamer, I know this does happen. Anyway, do y'all have any thoughts? Also, if you want shifting/lucid dreaming updates and stories, let me know. I'd love to do that.
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even if I die screaming // elliexreader
CHAPTER 5: Fortnight
AO3 | chapter 4
content warnings/tags: sex scene (not smut), subtle homophobia
notes: I promised I'd be back in no time! so here I am. I hope you enjoy it, have a great day/night/life!! sorry for not being really smutty, I know a bunch of people like it but I didn't feel comfortable.
taglist: @h4-rt3s @lorelaihehe @intothespidersweb @pinkinternetfire
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“What can I say to your mom to let you come outside?
You know I'll be seeking if you run and hide
If the door were to open, would you walk through the frame?
If you're too afraid, it won't be you I blame”
— Triple Dog Dare, Lucy Dacus
February 09, 2039 Winter
“I chose this single star
From out the wide night’s numbers —
Sue — forevermore!”
When Emily Dickinson wrote for Sue, she knew what to say, she had touched her for much more than fifteen minutes. Though I will always have the chance to love Ellie, I won’t ever know what it’s like to have her. As long as I’m too scared to come off my shell, I will never know what it is like to own a Susan of my own. Must “be of itself a bliss” to hold such soft skin, to feel such callused fingers and to feel your heart burning. Must be of itself a bliss for intimacy to feel intimate and not invasive.
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I hid my journal and went back to the kitchen, as usual. It’s been a few weeks since my mom last let me leave the house. The windows were also kept closed, it was my punishment for, as Mama said, “going against who I was.” She said I’ve been acting unlike me, and that her beautiful daughter would have never done such things.
So I’ve been trying my best to be as close to the old me as possible so she can forgive. I know I’ve already lost Ellie, there’s no way she would want anything to do with me after all that went down on our first date. So my goal now is to just go back to where I was before it all went down: my mom’s good graces.
I finished brooming the kitchen and went for the cookies I left in the oven. “Aren’t you gonna grab some? They’ll be cold when you’re back.” I asked my mom. “I’m sure they’ll be fine”, she replied. She’s been going on patrol while I’m home. At first I thought she trusted me not to go outside but then I realized the door was simply locked anyway. I got her her bag and she walked out, placing a kiss on my forehead.
As the door was locked again, I went to the bathroom for a shower. My face looked horrible, I looked undead. Dark circles that denounced loads of sleepless nights and messy hair that indicated many depressing mornings, both that differed from my always-put-together self. I decided to wash my face and brush my hair for once, also to eat something. After, I went back to my room and my endless pile of poetry where I could find a bit of peace, some were even self written.
I heard some steps outside my room and I thought my mom may have forgotten something. I walked to the living room, still holding my book. I almost fell on my back when I saw Ellie climbing a window in the living room.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I gasped, walking up to her.
“I- I picked the lock on the window.” She couldn’t contain the excitement on her face. “You’re alive.”
I restrained a smile. “Of course I’m alive. But not for long if my mom sees you here.”
She shook her head, still smiling. “No, no, no. Joel’s on patrol with her, he promised to keep her busy for at least two hours so we could talk.” I sat down on the sofa.
“Talk about what?” I started feeling nervous. I couldn’t keep eye contact with her.
“We kissed. A lot. On the blanket. I liked it.” She corrected herself. “ We liked it. And then Dina told me about your mom and how she freaked out and held you hostage-”
“She is not holding me hostage.” I interrupted Ellie. “She is my mom.”
“Oh, so you’re going to tell me that you’re here stuck with the curtains closed for two weeks because you enjoy it?” She got me there.
“I’m grounded. She didn’t like that I went out at night.” I tried to keep my confidence.
“She didn’t like that you went out or she didn’t like that you went out with me?” Ellie raised her eyebrow, sitting by my side.
“She didn’t like that I went out with you. That 's true.” I sighed. “She knows you’ve dated Cat, she’s just scared that I’m gonna end up…”
“Dating me too?” She smirked. “Damn, she thinks I’m that irresistible?”
“That’s not funny at all, Ellie!” I scolded her. “She won’t ever let me see you again, I don’t even know when she’s gonna let me see anyone. And she doesn’t even know about the kiss. I can’t stand this anymore.”
Ellie looked down. “It must suck to be here on your own all day.”
“What? No-” I shook my head. “No, I’m not worried about being here. I’m worried ‘cause I won’t ever see you! And I’ll never get to talk to you again, or to kiss you, or to-” I paused.
“You’re talking to me right now.” She looked deep into my eyes. I held my breath.
“Look,” I took her tattooed hand in mine. “I really wish I could do something, but I can’t. She’s my mom, I can’t disobey her like that and she will never let me hold you for as long as she is alive.”
She squeezed my hand, a heartbroken but conformed look in her eyes. “Then at least let’s say goodbye in the right way. Just goodbye, and then I will leave you alone and you can go back to Mike and your mom and the life she wants you to live. But for tonight, let me just…” Her voice sounded weak, could it be possible that she would cry because of me?. “Let me just love you. For tonight.” She swallowed any insistent tears.
I knew what she meant. I wanted to pretend like I didn’t but I wasn’t clueless and, to be fair, I wanted it just as much as her. “Yeah. For tonight.” It came out almost like a whisper. She didn’t lose any seconds, instantly kissing my lips and grabbing my waist. I touched her neck and kissed her like it was the last time. Well, it was.
She laid me down on the couch without breaking contact. Her hands went under my sweater, warming me up and making me forget about the cold winter. A blizzard seemed to be forming up outside but, for me, that didn’t exist. There was no “outside”. The only thing that existed was this house, this couch and the burning Summer of Ellie’s body.
I had sex with Ellie that night. She taught me things I didn’t know. Like how it feels like to explode inside of yourself, and how it feels to dewater your body onto someone else until you feel completely dry and senseless.
She dug her nails deep into my skin. It felt like she was hoping to get a piece of me under her nails, just so she could take it home with her. I, too, behaved like an animal, like I needed it. Because I needed her.
My only goal was to make this be remarkable, I want her to remember me forever. Is that selfish? I am selfish. But that’s fine, I think she is, too. The marks of her gentle biting into my neck and shoulders feel like tattoos on my skin, there to show possession. Maybe to mom, maybe to Mike. A way of saying “it doesn’t matter your position or title you may have, she is mine, mine, mine”, like a child writing their name in their favorite book at the library, or a teenager tagging their initials on their favorite spot. It may not belong to you, but it belongs with you, and she wanted everyone to know that.
We laid there in silence, staring at the ceiling, for a few minutes after we finished.
“Have you ever felt this way?” Ellie asked, gently caressing my arm.
“No. I didn’t know it could feel like this. Like, not hurt.” I replied.
“What?” She looked at me, confused. “Mike hurts you?” She looked ready to fight when I put my hands on her chest.
“No!” I chuckled. “Mike does not hurt me. I was talking about… being with someone. I didn’t know it could not feel like a chore, or a burden.”
She breathed in slowly, still staring at me. I thought maybe I had said something wrong, maybe I was too cheeky. I felt a knot on my throat. Oh my, I’ve ruined it all. That’s when she sat up straight on the couch.
“I can’t let you live like this.” She started putting on her clothes. She threw my shirt to me.
“What?!” I started getting dressed too, confused.
“I can’t let you live this. I can’t! I can’t. I can’t let you stay with your mom, I can’t let you marry Mike-” I interrupted her nervous ranting, “I am not marrying Mike.”
She looked on the verge of tears, I’ve never seen her like that. “That is only a matter of time!” She stepped in closer to me. “Look, let’s- let’s just go away. I can hunt for our food, we’ll find an abandoned farm somewhere. Look, I- we’ll find a way. We’ll be together, that’s all that matters to me.”
She looked dead serious. I am not the type to believe in fairytales, I knew we had little to no chance of survival, but I am also not the type to live unhappily. And I would rather die than live a life without her.
I started walking to a closet, she followed. I opened it with a key and, hidden behind boxes, I found the car battery my mom kept. I looked back at Ellie, she looked at me, too. We knew that the moment we took that off of its place there was no turning back. That moment I heard someone open the front door.
I froze, thinking it could only be my mom. Too late, it’s over. That was until I saw Joel, covered in fresh blood.
“I am sorry. I wasn’t able to do anything.”
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