Somehow, in much the same line of confusing dominoes that had turned a little league exy game into a blood bath. Getting a drunk Seth off the dorm floor had turned into going shopping with Allison.
“Help me get him to the car,” “help me get him to Abby’s,” “Coach’s orders. Someone needs to take you shopping and because you keep dodging Dan and Matt that leaves me. Unless you’d rather go with Renee or Nicky.”
If he really had a choice, Neil would rather get shot again. But as Allison was already barreling down the highway to the mall, he just screamed internally and accepted his fate. Although he did glance at the lock of the car door. But ultimately he decided another patch of road rash wasn’t worth the escape.
“I don’t have money on me.” He informed Allison despite knowing it wouldn’t change anything.
“Did I ask?”
He let the rest of the ride pass in silence, rubbing at his dry eyes. Allison parked the car and he followed her into the mall. It seemed like she knew where she was going, he didn’t ask any questions. Largely because he didn’t want to engage and get locked into some stupid conversation.
She walked into some trendy clothing store and then turned to consider Neil for a moment before pulling clothes off racks and handing them to Neil. He didn’t pay attention, it wasn’t like he’d actually wear any of them.
Unsurprisingly, Neil didn’t spend much time in malls. Buying clothes new was too expensive while on the run. And there were far too many people for it to feel comfortable. Anyone could be around.
Allison held up a shirt and then put it back after a moment. Neil blinked a few times to try and get his contacts to stop itching. Then he glanced at his watch, they’d only been there for ten minutes.
He wondered if the silence was awkward or not, he couldn’t really tell and didn’t care to rectify it.
“Once I’ve got a good selection you’ll need to try stuff on so we can find your actual size.” Allison eventually said.
Neil preferred the silence.
“I know my size.”
“Yeah, sure.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyways, are you actually stealing Aaron’s girlfriend or are you bringing your own unbearable personality to the banquet as a date?”
“No, just no to all of that.”
“Come on Josten, you can’t be the loser without a date. Even if you’re not sweeping Katelyn off her feet there has to be someone else. I’m sure any other cheerleader would fall on her ass if you asked her out. Unless, Nicky’s right and you are gay?”
It was too much. Neil couldn’t deal with being at the mall, Allison’s fucking nonsense, his headache, and his contacts. Something had to go and he didn’t think he could get away with murder in a crowded store in the middle of the day. He wished he could.
He dropped all of the clothes.
“Neil!”
“I fucking- just.” He held up a finger and then pulled out his contacts. The relief was instant, late nights with Kevin and early starts with the team meant that he was wearing the contacts more than ever. “Holy fuck that is so much better.” He blinked his eyes, tearing up from the strain. He shoved the contacts into his pocket to throw out later.
“They’re blue!” Allison groaned. “Josten, you just lost me eighty bucks.”
“Why was there that much money on my eyes?” None of them ever made any fucking sense. He spent twenty-four seven with a bunch of freaks.
“That’s not even the biggest pot involving you. Also, what the actual fuck do you not own eye drops? You look like you just hot boxed a coffin for three weeks straight.”
“Eye drops?”
It was rare that Allison looked stunned, her usual modes of facial expression were smug and annoyed.
“Okay, I’m adding the drug store to the list of places we need to go today. You put eye drops. In your eyes. To prevent that.” She gestured to his face.
“Those exist?”
“Yes!”
Neil ducked down and picked back up all the clothes. He wondered if his mother hadn’t known either, or if she’d just deemed eye drops an excessive luxury.
“Can we please go back to shopping?” He asked, uncomfortable.
Allison stared at him for a long moment and then turned back to the rack. The silence lasted barely a minute.
“If I ask you a question will you be an unbearable little shit about it?” She asked.
Neil shrugged.
Allison sighed. “Why do you wear contacts? If they hurt and you didn’t know about eye drops.”
Neil considered being an unbearable little shit about this. But he couldn’t think of anything good enough. So he just readjusted the clothes in his arms and settled on the truth.
“I don’t like my eyes.” It came out quieter than he meant it to.
Allison glanced at him and then handed him a sweater before moving to the pants aisle.
“I don’t like you.” She said.
“Okay.”
“You called my boyfriend easy to kill.”
“Well-” He had, he wouldn’t deny it. Seth was easy to kill.
“I think you’re an asshole.”
“And you aren’t?”
“Let me finish. You’re an asshole. And you’re a Fox.” She squared her shoulders. “When I was sixteen I almost died. No- I’m serious, Neil, put your eyebrow down. I stopped eating and got dizzy and fell off the fucking balcony. I woke up in the hospital with no idea how I got there and all these nurses telling me I was lucky to be alive. If I had fallen in any other way then how I did I would have died or permanently injured myself. I didn’t feel lucky, I hated my body. Ridiculous? I know, I’m amazing.”
She kept picking clothes as she talked.
Her voice stayed steady. “But when I got out of the hospital I realized I had done it for them. My parents. I did everything for them. I studied what they wanted me to study. Talked to who they wanted me to talk to. Wore what they wanted. Watched what they wanted. Went where they wanted. And when they told me I was getting too big I stopped eating. And it almost killed me. And they didn’t even bother to visit me in the hospital.”
“My life wasn’t-” Allison paused for a second. “Isn’t theirs, it’s mine. My body is mine and once I stopped treating it like it was theirs… Well I stopped falling off of balconies for one.” She looked at Neil. “Whoever it is, or was, or whatever that made you hate your own eyes. It won’t make them love you or treat you differently. It won’t change anything. Your eyes are yours not theirs.”
Neil didn’t know what to say to that. It wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t? When he was running it was more about hiding than anything else. But he wasn’t running anymore? And sure his mom had hated how much he looked like his father but he didn’t do it for her. He hated the way looked just as much, if not more. It wasn’t about her? It wasn’t. It wasn’t?
It wasn’t.
“Yeah, they’re mine and I don’t like them.” He said, staring at the clothes in his arms.
Allison just pointed at the changing room.
“I don’t-“
“Oh save it, we both know you’re not winning this argument.”
He hadn’t thought this through. Neil went into the changing room and dropped the clothes on the stool. He could do this, he was fine.
He tried the clothes on keeping his eyes on his body and avoiding his face. It all fit better then he was used to, but most of it was okay. There was one crop top that he tossed aside immediately. Despite the fact that he planned on never wearing any of it, he made sure that the things he put in the ‘let Allison buy’ pile didn’t let his scars show.
He tugged back on his own clothes and then gave in. Allison had been right about them being completely bloodshot. She was wrong about them being his though. Completely wrong. Neil looked in the mirror and his father’s eyes looked back. And he was struck with the fact that they would likely be the last thing he saw when he died.
He clenched his jaw and turned from the mirror. He could always get lucky and Andrew or Riko or whoever else he pissed off would kill him instead.
He left the changing room. He watched Allison buy him the clothes. He followed her into some fancier store to get a suit for the banquet. He didn’t pay attention as measurements were taken. As Allison paid for that. He came back to the world once he realized they were standing in front of a phone store.
“No.” He said to Allison. “I don’t need or want a phone.”
“You do,” she corrected. “If you want to keep disappearing to wherever it is you go, you need to be able to tell someone you’re not dead.”
“I don’t think that’s anyone’s business.”
“Well you should have thought of that before joining the Foxes.”
Neil turned around and walked away.
“I’ll meet you outside!” Allison yelled after him. “Don’t get murdered!”
If the walk were shorter he probably would have just gone back to campus. But it had been a long enough drive that the effort wasn’t worth it. So he just went to Allison’s car and sat down on the closest curb, setting the clothing bags down next to him.
He stared up at the clouds until Allison gave him a gentle kick in the leg.
“Here,” she held out a phone.
Neil stared at it.
“What are you allergic?”
The last time he had a phone he’d been throwing his mother’s into the ocean after burying her. “Deathly.” He said.
“You used Seth’s to call me.”
“And I hated every second of it.”
“And you wonder why we keep making bets about you,” Allison snarked. “I know we’ve both had enough of this so just take the phone Josten.”
He reached out and took it from her and then dropped it into one of the clothing bags.
“Whatever, as long as you keep it on you.” She unlocked her car and got in, leaving Neil with the bags.
Neil pulled the phone back out of the bag. It was fancier then he was used to, it had a keyboard with every letter and number on it. He turned it on, all the Foxes were already programmed in. As well as Wymack, Abby, and Dobson. He shut it back off. Just another useless thing to carry to the end.
It wouldn’t do what Allison or anyone else wanted it to. When it came down to it, there was no one among the twelve of them that he would call when his father came to get him because not one of them could save him.
He stood up and shoved the phone in his back pocket. He grabbed the bags off the pavement and tossed them into the backseat of Allison’s car. Then he got into the passenger seat and waited for her to drive.
In the days since the attack, Seth had been acting erratic. To the point that even Neil noticed despite his best efforts to avoid everyone. He made a quick escape after Coach had showed back up on Sunday. Hiding out behind the dorms in the grass until sundown.
There was just- too much going on. All the blabbing about how the guy disappeared, how the cops weren’t looking into it. All the Foxes talking over each other, he wanted no part in it. But he couldn’t avoid them at practice.
Seth wasn’t there, not Monday or Tuesday, he was benched for two days for almost being murdered. Go figure. Neil found himself wondering how benched he would be if Coach ever found out how many people were trying to kill him. Forever probably. If anyone on the team knew the truth, the whole truth, he can’t imagine they’d ever let him stay.
The upperclassmen were subdued at practice and whenever Neil saw Seth he seemed to switch between being a huge asshole and being a quiet asshole- well just quiet but Seth made even that seem angry and ripe with angst.
They all seemed thrown by the attempted murder, Neil found it all exhausting. If he wanted to face his mortality he’d just look in the mirror.
He’d figured his stunt the day prior would get them all to give a bit of distance. But Matt and Dan kept trying to talk to him. He should have known better, the upperclassmen still tried to make nice with Andrew and the guy had the disposition of a rabid dog- Neil’d know.
At night practice Monday, Kevin had gone ahead to set up, getting ready faster then Neil. When Neil walked past the section of stadium that Andrew always sprawled against, he’d spoken up.
“I thought you said you weren’t running anymore and yet no one’s seen you all day.”
“This isn’t running, it’s healthy avoidance.” If Neil were running again he wouldn’t be showing up at night practice no matter how much of an effort Kevin put into using actual words instead of secret codes.
“You look like a rabbit hopping around to avoid everyone.”
“Fuzzy ears too?” Neil deadpanned back as he turned to keep walking before Kevin got impatient on the court.
He walked out of his Calc class Tuesday only to immediately turn around at the sight of Matt and Dan waiting for him. He ducked out through an unalarmed fire exit and made a beeline for the library. He did have to admit it was awfully rabbity of him.
Studying. It was studying time. The two of them would go back to the dorms or whatever and Neil could do his homework in peace before afternoon practice.
There was a low level of chatter throughout the entire library, completely silent spaces saved for room students had to reserve. The main room was large- tables, chairs, computers, dingy couches, the expected amount of books and shelves. It measured up to just about any other library Neil had been in over the years.
He instantly found an empty table to drop his bag on, pulling out his workbooks. This was simple, easy. Math had always been easier than people. He got through almost half of the problems when he leaned back to stretch and noticed Matt and Dan stroll in.
Fuck.
Neil swiped everything off the table immediately looking for an out or a hiding spot. He did not want to talk. He yanked his hood up and weaved through tables and then hopped over the back of a couch ducking his head as he settled on it. He craned his neck to see back over without being visible and saw the two of them sitting at a table by the front. He’d need to find a different exit.
“Josten, what the fuck?” Aaron loudly asked from right next to Neil who had not noticed him. All of Neil’s things slid out of his arms and onto the floor.
“Shut up, if Dan and Matt realize I’m here I’m screwed.” He sank lower on the couch, glancing at Aaron, who seemed more pissed off than bewildered, and the girl sitting next to him, who seemed entirely bewildered. He didn’t bother with his things yet, if Minyard gave him away he wouldn’t be able to escape even if it was all packed up.
“Why are you screwed?” The girl asked.
“Who are you?” Neil asked, “wait, don’t answer that-”
“Josten!” Aaron repeated.
“Shhh” He glanced over again to make sure Dan and Matt were still on the other side of the room.
“Go away,” Aaron’s voice was filled with barely restrained anger.
Neil looked around for another exit, there wasn’t one that he could get to unseen without having to crawl around on the floor. He wasn’t crawling around on the floor.
“No, I’m stuck here until Matt and Dan leave.”
“Just walk out!”
“Then they’ll want to talk to me!”
“Oh my god! You anti-social freak.” Pot meet kettle, Neil had never even seen Aaron with anyone other than his family and Kevin. Although, considering it appeared that not only did Aaron know a woman but she felt comfortable enough around him to admonish him for the attempted insult, maybe he wasn’t as anti-social as Neil had assumed.
“You must be Neil, the new guy. I’m Katelyn,” the girl greeted, pausing for a moment as if that would mean anything. “With the Vixens.”
“Right, there’s cheerleaders.” Neil realized, still not at all recognizing her.
“You are not staying here.” Aaron said.
“You’re taking calc?” Katelyn asked, leaning down and picking up the workbook from the floor.
“No,” Aaron groaned.
“Are you in the morning class or the afternoon one?” She flipped through the workbook.
“Afternoon?” Neil checked to make sure Dan and Matt were still far away- they were.
“I’m in the morning one-”
“Kat-” Aaron tried to interrupt.
“And I can’t believe he’s already assigning homework and I honestly have no idea what’s going on and it seems like you’re ahead-”
“Please-” Aaron tried again.
“So, do you?” Katelyn ignored him.
“What?” Neil asked.
“Do you understand Calculus?”
“Who are you again?”
“Katelyn,” Aaron turned to her, “he’s fucking creepy.”
“That’s what everyone told me about you.” She said gently. “Neil, do you understand Calculus?”
Neil wouldn’t have minded much if someone had burst into the room then to shoot him. He’d mind a little, but not much.
“Yes,” he settled on, still not sure of what was going on.
“Awesome, so could you explain the first problem to me for lesson three?”
“Don’t all the athletes get tutors?”
“We do,” she paused for a moment. “Mine are less than helpful and I was actually just asking Aaron if he knew anyone who could help me because if I don’t understand the fundamentals then I’m definitely gonna fail and low and behold you literally fall from the sky. So, if you helped me out I’d owe you one.”
Neil did not want to speak to Katelyn, she seemed to talk a lot. He did not want to spend quality time with anyone much less Aaron Minyard. He was stuck on this couch until Matt and Dan left.
“Fine, but you don’t owe me there is nothing you could possibly give me.”
“Really? Most people wouldn’t even hesitate before asking me to set them up with another Vixen.”
“I’ll actually consider us even if you never do that.”
“Got it,” she held her hands up in surrender.
Neil realized that he just agreed to helping Katelyn at the same time Aaron did.
“What did I do today to deserve this?” Aaron said.
“I’d consider this worse for me than you.” Neil murmured, taking his workbook back and looking at the problem.
Katelyn patted Aaron on the arm.
Neil explained the problem, once. Checking periodically that Matt and Dan were still studying. Katelyn asked questions, Aaron mostly brooded. Neil answered both to pass time and because he couldn’t help himself. He knew the answer, he had to say it.
“You’re really good at this Neil, thank you.” Katelyn said.
“Okay.” He had no idea how to respond to that. His neck was starting to hurt from the weird position he was sitting in. Katelyn looked at Aaron and then stood up. She winked at Neil- who in turn asked “what the fuck?”
Katelyn went across the room almost skipping up to Dan and Matt emphatically talking.
“Oh What-”
“Can it, Josten. She’s gonna get them to leave.”
“What are you two telepathic?”
“No, I just know her and Katelyn’s not the type to sell anyone out. Speaking of- this,” Aaron gestured around. “Doesn’t get back to Andrew, got it?” he was trying to be threatening. Compared to Andrew it was sort of funny, compared to Neil’s dad or Lola it was down right comedic gold.
“I don’t care enough about you to gossip to Andrew.” Neil told him. “I’m also not one of you goons that has to report back to him.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“Right,” Neil raised an eyebrow, “which is why you and the cheerleader are hiding in a library.”
“You’re hiding here too fuckface.”
“Yes, to avoid this.” Neil glanced back over his shoulder and sure enough Katelyn had gotten Matt and Dan up and moving out of the library. He jammed all of his things on the floor back into his backpack. “This was terrible, let’s not do it again.”
“I’d rather die.” Aaron said. Seemed a bit dramatic but Neil had to agree. It was the most time he had ever spent talking to Aaron and it made him understand exactly why that was.
He went out the now accessible exit of the library checking to make sure there weren’t any lurking Foxes.
He was starting to get a headache, Wednesday wasn’t any better. Not with Seth back at practice oscillating between hostile comments and staring into the distance. Not with the other overly dramatic Minyard deciding it was his time to shine. One cryptic phone call from a cop and a punch directly to the wall and Andrew was off leaving behind a host of confused Foxes.
“Answer’s now, Aaron.” Wymack said the second the door slammed behind Andrew.
“I don’t know,” Aaron said.
Neil went back to stretching, shaking his head and deciding this wasn’t his business. Even ignoring the shit Andrew had pulled with Neil, his past had at least four dudes nearly beaten to death. Neil was good, he had enough problems.
“My ass you don’t.” Coach continued.
Neil tried to find the right angle to stretch to fix the tweak in his neck.
“I don’t know. I don’t know why Higgins is calling. Call him back or take it up with Andrew if you want answers. He was Andrew’s mentor, not mine. I only met the guy once.”
“He obviously left an impression if you still remember him.”
“Oh, is he-” Nicky interjected, trailing off.
“Yeah,” Aaron said. “He’s the one who told me I had a brother.”
“What the fuck?” Allison asked.
“Allison.” Renee scolded gently.
“No, you can’t just fucking drop that on us. Explain, fun sized.”
“Fuck you Reynolds,” Aaron shot back..
“In your sweet dreams.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be practicing?’ Neil loudly asked because Kevin hadn’t already.
Coach knocked everyone into gear, ordering them all to gossip on their own time. And they went into the usual aggressive drills.
After practice, Neil saw a prophetic vision of everyone being super annoying in every car on the short drive back to the dorms, so he jogged back instead. He walked straight past all the Foxes standing around the parking lot.
“Hey Neil,” Nicky called.
“Don’t care.” Neil called back, going directly into the building. He checked his pockets for his cigarettes and went out the side entrance of the dorms. Going to the back to sit in the grass.
He figured that the Foxes would have some kind of group meeting, sans Andrew and Aaron. They all had too many questions and Nicky was always quick with answers in an effort to make others like him. Neil decided that explaining theorems to Katelyn was enough communication for the week. Maybe next week he’d be a nosey bitch.
On Friday they had a six hour drive to Belmonte University for a game. After he finished the last of his homework, Neil spent the rest of the ride staring up at the ceiling and debating whether jumping out of the window of a speeding bus would be less painful then his headache.
When they got to the stadium after a quick dinner, Neil was once more glad that he’d ripped the bandaid of his scars off early. As Belmonte had no shower stalls. If he’d been attempting to live that would have been a conundrum. One that likely would have ended with him kicked off the team for reeking. But alas he didn’t have that problem.
Once they were all suited up, Neil stared out at the Terrapins. He didn’t think they’d win. Everyone was still on edge from Seth’s attempted murder and Andrew’s phone call. Which meant they were all taking it out on each other. Part of Neil realized he’d probably die before he won another Exy game.
He saw orange and turned as the Vixen’s filed out to their bench. Right, cheerleaders. Sure enough as all the cheerleaders started checking each other over for ticks or something in a flurry of movement, Katelyn was stood entirely still staring at the Foxes. She made eye contact with Neil and then before he could look away she waved.
“Hey Neil,” she yelled.
“Damn, Neil. I get it- you’re too cool for us because you’re stealing Aaron’s girlfriend.” Nicky whistled, giving a wave to Katelyn back when it became obvious Neil wouldn’t.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Aaron corrected.
“Jesus fucking christ.” Neil shook his head. He had the distinct feeling that he was being used.
“How’d you meet Katelyn?” Matt asked.
“She goes to the same school as us.” Neil unhelpfully informed him.
Wymack interrupted with his pre-game speech and they were off. It was a disaster. Neil was sort of shocked to find that his night practices with Kevin were paying off, his accuracy and force were both improving. Although he kept finding himself wanting to just run down players instead of passing or making shots. He managed to restrain himself for a while but quickly got tired of some dude calling him a ‘spineless rookie,’ in a grating voice. So he tackled him into the wall.
They lost by two points. Miraculously no one got a red card, but half the team had yellows, Neil included. Everyone moved back into the building, Renee and Dan hanging back for press. They showered and changed out, getting back on the bus for the ride home.
It was late when they got back and Neil went straight to sleep. Waking up with a headache to an empty dorm. A mostly empty dorm he realized when he stepped out of the bedroom and found Seth drunk on the floor in front of the couch in a pile of blankets and pillows.
Neil started to back up back into the bedroom.
“Neil?” Seth asked.
Neil hesitated a moment too long.
“You were right, weren’t you. I’m the weak link.” For once Seth didn’t angry. He didn’t sound like anything. “We’re just gonna keep being a piece of shit losing team. Cause I’m a piece a shitand I keep hitting everyone.” All of his words slurred together but Neil understood enough.
Neil wondered where everyone was. Wondered if not having a headache would make him more inclined to comfort Seth. Wondered if Seth would die anyways. If the both of them died this season the team wouldn’t have enough players.
“You’re right.’ Neil told him, squatting down in front of Seth and taking the bottle from him. “If you weren’t there picking fights the team would be better.”
“Fuck you.”
“What do you want Seth, why stick out this long?” Neil asked. Seth was the last remaining member of the original Fox line-up handpicked by Wymack to launch his charitable Fox den. The only one to make it to the fifth year.
“I don’t have anything else, this is it.” He sat up with a wobble and gestured around to the dorm nearly falling back over. “And fucking stupid Riko almost ended it in a fucking bar bathroom.”
Neil put the bottle out of his reach and spotted Seth’s phone under the couch.
“What. Do. You. Want?” Neil’s head was pounding. “Who’d attend your funeral, huh? Allison? You two have broken up twice since I met you. The team? Certainly not Nicky or Kevin. At least Renee might cry for you if you died. No family- I’m guessing. Maybe Riko would have shown up to gloat about killing you. Fucking pull it together. You want to stop being expendable, then fucking knock it off. Because your pity party is giving me a migraine. You’ve been on the team for five years, stop being useless.”
Neil reached over and grabbed Seth’s phone. “Are you mad at Riko? Then play the fucking game. You’ve met Kevin, he’s like him but worse. All that fuck cares about Exy. So suck it up, leave Nicky alone, listen to Kevin, and stop picking fights. The team will win and maybe when you die someone will say nice things about you.”
“And what’ll they say at yours, huh? Little bitch.” Seth was still swaying.
“Probably,” Neil sighed. “Now, who am I calling because if you start throwing up I will not stop you from drowning in it.” He held up the phone.
“Bitch,” Seth repeated, reaching for his phone. Neil leaned out of the way. “Ally.” Seth said when he couldn’t reach. “Call her.”
Neil rolled his eyes and looked through the contacts for Allison.
I’m mean, so if I included Gojirin in a Godzilla timeline, she wouldn’t technically exist…
She’d show up in a story about Godzilla and many people getting caught up in a shared-hallucination/dream-timeline deal. Godzilla’s desire to meet another of his kind mingles with the ideas of children to produce Gojirin.
That…could actually be a dilemma. Keep everyone trapped in a fantasy ideal, including Godzilla, sparing the world his destruction? or break everyone out, monsters included?
If Godzilla is a mutation in this continuity, he would show no signs of desiring to mate despite this being meant to be his “dream girl” from a child’s point of view not understanding the concept. Hormones for gettingin the mood would be too messed up.
I actually like the idea of there being more than one Godzilla, and also a potential origin for Godzilla Jr. or Minilla, to the point that I kind of figured out a way to make a quasi-plausible MonsterVerse Gojirin.
So, her key design points are that she’s pink and has more rounded dorsal plates? Those aren’t actual that implausible.
First off, the color. The Himalayas have areas full of pink salt. It’s not super saturated cartoon pink, but it is still pink.
Secondly, it’s MonsterVerse canon that Titanus gojira dorsal plates grow, break, and regrow in different shapes over the course of an individual’s lifetime.
So how do I make Gojirin work? Simple. She went into hibernation pretty much right underneath one of those salt deposits in the Himalayas, and the stuff has more or less embedded itself into her hide, giving her a pinkish hue that isn’t typical of the species.
The rounded plates could just be chalked up to individual differences, but I go back and forth between that and saying that she’s an older individual who’s been hibernating longer, and her plates have eroded into somewhat rounded shapes. Not cartoon heart-shaped though; maybe one can look like that to make her inspiration crystal clear, but otherwise no.
Where was she during King of the Monsters (2019)? You can basically give the same answer as the Queen Muto/”Barb” regarding Godzilla (2014); Gojirin was buried deep enough that she just didn’t hear any of it.
She gets woken up by [insert plot-related events here].
Heads up for those fans of my stories, I’ve got three chapters in the torpedo tubes ready for release over the next couple of months. Yes, ‘months’ sounds like such a long time but I’d rather end up posting one chapter a month than all 3 at once and the nothing for a long time like I did during the Fall.
Blood Passion Chapter 2 will hit soon, as its being reviewed at Lit.
Harem Heroines Chapters 10 and 11 will come after that.
Decided to make this beauty of a tumblr. Welcome to my shit hole! This is pretty much going to be dedicated to Spideypool fanfictions, fanart (with credit to the artists of course), and everything along those lines. I myself don’t make art, I wish I was artistic, but I’m quite entertaining otherwise? I think? Anyways, enjoy
My eyes opened and I groggily looked around trying to find the source that awoke me, with no luck. The time was 3:07 a.m, and beside me, Cris was sleeping heavily. I was about to go back to sleep, knowing that I would be grumpy in the morning if I didn’t, when it suddenly hit me. The craving for cookie dough ice cream. Being pregnant was not exactly my favourite thing in the world, but the mere thought of my child that would arrive after nine months of this torture made it all worth it. The cravings though were something I despised very much because they mostly came at night time, ruining my sleep and often Cristiano’s as well. With a sight I stood up, and threw on a cardigan before walking down to the kitchen.
“Mommy?” I put down the spoon and smiled softly at the young boy in front of me. “Hey buddy, did I wake you up?” He shook his head and sat down at the chair next to me, “I couldn’t sleep. I’m too nervous for the match tomorrow, I want daddy to be proud of me.” My heart aww-ed at the boy in front of me, “I’m sure he will be, and you’ll do great, I just know it. Now, you have to go to bed again,” but Junior shook his head. “No, please mommy, I don’t want to.” “Okay, fine. How about this; I’ll make you a cup of cocoa, and when you’ve finished that then you’ll brush your teeth again and go to bed?” Knowing his love for cocoa, I knew he would agree. “With cream?” I nodded and giggled softly, “With cream.”
At the same time upstairs, Cristiano was tossing and turning. Suddenly his eyes opened widely and he gasped, reaching out for y/n, but was greeted by the cold night air. He stood up with a small smile, knowing that their baby probably was hungry in there and made his way to the kitchen. But when he got down he was greeted by two hushed voices instead of one. “Hey, why are you guys up?”
Junior bounced up and ran over to his dad and hugged him tightly. “I couldn’t sleep.” “He was nervous about the game tomorrow, or technically today,” I added softly before giving him a small hug as well as a kiss. “Hey.” “Aww there isn’t any reason to be nervous buddy, you’ll do great and I will be proud of you anyway.” Junior looked up at his dad with big eyes, “Really?” “Really,” and then he took a look at Junior’s empty cup and grinned, “Now go and brush your teeth and then I’ll come and tuck you in okay?” “Okay.” When Junior had skipped off, he turned to me with a loving gaze. “Cravings again?” Giving him a nod, I yawned. “Yeah, but it’s gone now so I’ll go to bed again.” “Yeah, I’m coming as well, I just have to tuck Junior in.” He disappeared into Junior’s room but I called him back, “Yeah?” “I love you.” “I love you too.”
I stood in front of the mirror, inspecting myself, when I heard a voice speak up. “You look absolutely stunning, like always.” Blush coated my cheeks as I turned around to face my boyfriend Antoine. “Thank you! You look extremely handsome as well. Are you ready to go?” He nodded and offered me a hand which I gladly took. Not much later we arrived at the restaurant, and hurried inside, not wanting any paparazzi to see us. We found a table and as I was about to sit down Antoine pulled out the chair for me, a cheeky grin evident at his face. “What’s up with you tonight?” I laughed, “You act so romantic, I haven’t forgotten about our anniversary or anything right?” A flash of panic striked his face, but as I was about to ask him about it, we got interrupted. “Can I take your order?” Antoine nodded, and started to list up what we wanted. “What do you want to drink Y/N?” I was about to answer when I heard the waiter gasp, “Oh my God! Y/N?” Confused to why the waiter recognised me, I looked up, only to see my ex -boyfriend Brandon. “Brandon, hey! Long time no see,” I smiled, feeling a tad akward as Antoine openly glared at Brandon. “Yeah,” he smiled, not noticing Antoine’s hard gaze. “How have you been?” “All good, you?” “Much better now that I’ve spoken to you,” he grinned cheekily, making me realise it was time to tell him that I wasn’t interested. But before I got the chance, Antoine stormed off. “I’m so sorry, but I got to go,” I smiled apologetic and left before he got the chance to respond. Antoine had taken car, leaving me to hire a cab in order to get home.
“Antoine, are you there?” Silence. “Come on,” I groaned as I walked into the bedroom. “What?” A voice spat from beneath the duvets. I walked over and took away the duvets that were covering him, before giving him a hug. “Please don’t be jealous,” I whispered and kissed him. “Why not?”, he grumbled, “That fop ruined everything, I was supposed to propose and every-” He cut himself off and widened his eyes when he realised what he said. “You were supposed to propose?” I gaped, feeling so happy that I was about to explode. “Yeah,” he nodded nervously before standing off the bed and sitting down on one knee on the floor next to me.
“I know it isn’t as romantic as you deserve your proposal to be, but hopefully you still say yes. I love you more than anything, and I had a whole speech prepared but now I’ve forgotten the whole thing, so I’ll just get to the point; will you marry me?”
I smiled widely and jumped off the bed and into his arms, “Yes! And you didn’t have to worry about Brandon, cus’ I’m all yours.” He smirked and kissed me hardly, “Then prove it.” “Gladly.”
As the judge blew, signalling that the Euro finals were over, the audience went crazy. The French side was devestated, while the Portuguese was overjoyed. Me on the other hand, could only think about how Antoine was feeling. He had worked so hard for this, and for nothing. As Portugal lifted the trophy, I stood up and made my way to the French wardrobe, mentally preparing myself for what was to come. He was already waiting as I arrived, and even though his face was emotionless, you could easily see the pain in his eyes. I hastily walked the last steps over to him and opened my arms widely, a comforting smile on my lips. “Hey, I’m so sorry! You all worked so hard, and I know you’re upset. Do you need space or-” He cut me off quickly and shook his head, tears starting to form in his eyes. “I just want to go home and cuddle, please?” I nodded and gave him a tight hug before letting go, “Of course, let’s go.” Grabbing his hand, the two of you made your way to the car. “And the little one also very much enjoyed the game, he wouldn’t be quiet in there,” I laughed and placed a loving hand on my three months pregnant belly. I could see Antoine smile softly at the thought of our little one, but the happiness disappeared as soon as it came.
“Hey! Antoine, over here! How does it feel to loose?” “Are Y/N going to leave you now that you lost?” “Do you think Portugal deserved to win?”
The paparazzi continued to shout out questions, some very rude ones, as well as snapping tons of pictures. I felt Antoine tense up, and I quickly gave his hand a gentle squeeze causing him to relax slightly. We finally arrived to the car and made our way home, none of us being in the talkative mood. As we arrived home, Antoine went straight for bed and motioned for me to join him, but I shook my head. “I just have to fix something quickly, two sec and then we’ll cuddle.” I walked into the kitchen and found a huge box of ice cream, and then grabbed two spoons. Walking back into the bedroom, I saw Antoine smile slightly as he saw what I had brought. “Now,” I said and plopped down in the bed without caring about getting changed, “we can cuddle.” We ate the ice cream in silence, and I then cleaned it away before we got ready for bed. I was about to fall asleep when I heard him speak up, “Thank you for comforting me tonight.” Curling up against his chest, I smiled and gazed lovingly up at him. “I would do anything for you, Antoine. I love you so much!” “I love you too! And I don’t need a stupid trophy, cause’ with you and the little one, I’ve already wun!”
