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notthecutesttrash · 11 months ago

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Grey (Pt. 2)

Warnings: Verbal + physical bullying, angst, language

Word count: 5.9k

PART 1, PART 3

In the morning you're about to run out before you see a little note next to a sweetly wrapped bento box on the kitchen table. It read, "I hope he likes it (: - Love mom."

God, that is so embarrassing.

But If your lies truly made her that happy, then fine, you didn't have the heart to stop it. You're just going to have to suck it up and wipe food out of your hair later.

Atsumu gazes longingly at you the moment you tread in carefully. He's even more smug looking then usual, if that's even possible. Worse is remembering that he's going to be coming by your house after practice. The nervousness spreads at the thought. You hope it runs late, or maybe he'd change his mind and decide it was weird.

Or maybe he could just ditch you and leave you with all the work. That idea didn't seem so bad anymore.

Why didn't you say Saturday or even yesterday? You had more than enough time.

The bell rings signaling a break. You grab your lunch and sigh.

The group of girls pass and Kiyoko sends you a grave scowl as if threatening what she'd do to you if you didn't follow. You stand up and exit the classroom, tailing behind them.

With a serious expression Atsumu observes their movements until you all leave.

Kiyoko leads you to one of the bottom floors no one goes to and signals a motion with her head. "Storage closet, now." You open the door for them, head lowered to the ground.

How pathetic. You're practically giving them an invitation to bully you.

You're slammed into the wall causing a topple of brooms and mops to fall at your side. Kiyoko holds you by your collar, and you still have your lunchbox clutched hopelessly in your hands. One of the other girls pulls it from you. There's a laugh when they share a gaze at the wrap.

"How cute. Your mom gave this to you?" One of them remarks, and you hesitate when the lid snaps open.

"Must've been. It looks disgusting."

Your back lifts then is slammed again, your head bouncing and hitting hard against the wall. Your knees collapse beneath you and an instantaneous sting is felt on your cheek after being slapped. Kiyoko's foot slams into your side and you hiss at the pain.

Just like that, your mom's sweetly cooked meal meant for your nonexistent crush pours over your head.

"And to think your poor mom is wasting her time cooking for you, what a waste."

The noodles are squashed into a mush at your scalp, mixing into your strands. Another kick hits your knee hard and you instinctively clutch it with a groan. A laugh erupts, and the empty box is slammed to the side. The door opens and they speak one last phrase to you that has you flinching.

"Just go die already."

Kiyoko scoffs when you say nothing, and the door closes.

A numbness swallows you whole.

You cried all your tears already, it wasn't anything new. The handle of one of the brooms falls into your lap, and a slop of spaghetti falls onto your shoulder. You glimpse up at the flickering ceiling light.

You'd usually take a few minutes to mull over the state of your life before you'd eventually get up, dust off your skirt, and go to the bathroom.

Cleaning the mashed noodles from your hair was as rough as cleaning out bits of wet rice grains. One by one, you pick it out, all while being forced to stare at your reflection. You hate how you look, and you wish you didn't have to see your pitiful face every time you went through this process.

Cold water pools into your hands and you splash it against your face. Wiping the sweat and grime off your skin was probably the only refreshing feeling that came of this, even if it was still pathetic. Your stomach growls.

"Yeah, I know.." You mutter to yourself, grabbing your bento to rewrap the cloth just as it was. All pretty and nice so your mom would never know how mistreated it was. Slapping your cheeks, you forcefully bring yourself to reality before going to class.

Your hand presses against your cheek, memorizing the glass window next to you. The trees are swaying, and it hurts a little that nothing in you even cared anymore.

"Why does she always smell like food every day?" A whisper is heard behind you. You sigh.

Thank god it was Friday. Even if 2 days at home didn't change anything from this reality, it was the only small escape you had.

Lazily waving, you greet your coach and the captain before starting practice. Lucy is the only one nice enough to grin at your arrival. You put your knee braces on and warm up. Your body is sore but you're still determined to stay on the team. This is the last hope you have to prove everyone wrong, you don't plan to mess it up now.

You take your position in the back and try to remember what Atsumu taught you. Knees bent at this angle, arms showing the front more, hands positioned like this, and you got it. When the whistle sounds you glue your vision to the volleyball. It flies over the net and you sidestep towards its direction.

Holding onto your breath, your arm touches the ball and sends it flying into the air. Lucy gasps and woo's, “Nice receive (Y/n!)" It takes you a moment to remember the game is still in play, but you're smiling happily. Miyu sets the ball and Angie spikes flawlessly against the blockers. A gleam sparkles in your eye.

"Don't get all excited, it was just one receive." Angie huffs, turning to you. You nod and get into position again. Lucy is serving, and hers are always difficult. Still, you don't back down, and you achieve your focus on the direction of the ball. It appears it's going to hit the side. Quickly it swerves towards you instead and you manage to bump it. Angie is blocked by two on the right, the left is covered by 1, and the center is in the back. Miyu jumps and eyes the left which makes the center switch direction.

With a thud, the ball falls to the ground. The whistle blows, pointing to your side, and the other groans.

"Seriously, a dump shot!?"

"I'll say, you even had me fooled." Lucy giggles, stepping to the next rotation.

Serve after serving you're effortlessly receiving the ball, and the excitement in your legs keeps up with the action. The adrenaline was making your heart stammer. You jump high to receive. Another spike is slammed your way and you dive, hitting the ball only with your wrist to send it shortly in the air. "Sorry! Cover!"

Miyu runs to your side and smacks it with her palm to send it up. It’s a little high, but Angie manages to spike it from the back, scoring a point. You throw your hands up in the air, wooing. Angie shoots you a small glare, annoyed, but not as harsh as the other days, and Miyu has a barely noticeable tug at her lips. The coach crosses his arms, seeming pleased.

You finally are back into your game. You aren't going to be the black sheep any longer.

Arms receiving a hard spike, the ball returns to the other side and Lucy spikes with all her might through the hands of 3 blockers for a perfect line shot. You run just in time and you attempt to receive it but it hits your side and bounces off. Combined with the kick Kiyoko sent you, it hurt a little more than you would've liked. A hiss escapes. Of course, just in time for Lucy to serve as well.

The volleyball is set in the air, and Lucy jumps to smack it down. It’s so fast your arms miss by a second and it flies past you. They score a point, and you breathe deep and concentrate. Lucy repeats the action, but you're there just in time for the ball. As you receive it, the force pushes you back and you hear a crack in your foot as it bends to the side. Groaning in pain, you clutch it desperately and the coach calls for a timeout.

"Are you okay (Y/n)?" A few teammates ask and you nod forcefully, pushing yourself to stand only to fall again. Lucy holds onto your hands to help you up and the pressure on your ankle cries out.

The coach has you sit on the bench. "It's just a sprain, no worry. Sit out for today."

There's a deep frown on your face. Fear and disappointment cascade on you. You're definitely going to be kicked off now.

The coach turns to you while you're lost in thought, wrapping your foot. A mind deep down a rabbit hole.

"You did well today." His tone is firm, but you know he means it. Surprised, you fixate on him and he's staring at the game ahead. A blush dusts your cheeks and you continue wrapping the sprain, a happiness blooming in your chest.

When practice ends you timidly apologize to Lucy who is walking your way. She pats your shoulder, "You did good today, don't worry. By Monday you'll be brand new again." You nod, blushing at the compliment.

"Thanks."

Comfortable silence falls, and you're just about finished wrapping your foot. All the girls left already, and you test your steps carefully, lightly applying pressure to your foot. It didn't hurt as bad with the cover which was good enough for you to walk home. You start humming happily while packing your things, completely lost in the clouds.

"Ready to go?"

The sound makes you squeak in fear. Your hand presses to your stammering pulse, and you see Atsumu smirking at your surprise.

You already forgot that was today, and you nervously shift your tone.

"Oh.. yeah.."

He waits for you to be a step in front of him so you can lead. God, why did you choose this option again? Yeah, maybe the girls would've been at the library, but they wouldn't do anything if he was there. You made the wrong choice. Ugh.

The walk is painfully awkward. it's silent, and feeling him at your side alone makes you incredibly nervous. He's pretty big and muscular for a normal volleyball player.

You perk to the sound of leaves swaying in the wind. Softly smiling, your hands grip your bag. You did something good today, the coach said so himself. This gives you the courage to speak. But.. mainly because the silence was becoming unbearable and you'd rather small talk at this point.

"How was.. your practice?" You shyly ask, and he appears a little surprised at the question. He snickers, and you pout. You knew it was a stupid question.

"Good."

Great keeping the conversation going (Y/n). It felt more unpleasant than before now.

He has that usual smirk, but his face looks relaxed. He takes his turn to speak.

"Heard you been receiving good now."

How fast does word get out? Sheesh. It must've been from one of the girls who hated you.

You scoff. "Let me guess, Miyu talks to you. Angie maybe?"

"No. Lucy. She seemed happy for you." Your face switches to shock. "I'm surprised honestly. Expected you to get kicked off the team. But I guess with my advice you made it hm?" He's annoyingly arrogant, but you're so caught up in the thought of Lucy being genuinely happy for you, her speaking to others about it, that you can't even notice. Your skin turns pink and warm.

"Yes, thank you."

He stops in place, and you're still walking, trapped in a daze.

"Hey." His harsh tone is enough to fearfully draw you out. You rotate to him, scared. Is this the time when he remembers who you are and bullies you?

Unexpectedly he pulls you close and his fingers graze your damp hair. You flinch at the contact, nervous, blushing at the closeness. He wanders beneath the layers as if searching for something. You're nervous, but you ease at the softness. You don't know what he was doing, or why, but it felt quite nice.

He swiftly pulls away and you blink up at his index and thumb that holds a piece of smushed-up spaghetti. You go blank, and he's staring at it the same.

He opens his mouth to speak. "Why do you have food in your hair?"

This was just about your luck.

"Oh look, my house is around here. My mom probably cooked dinner, I don't want to keep her waiting." Walking fast, you ignore him and keep your bag tight against you. He catches up to your speed promptly, silent, and your teeth grit against one another. You ignore him and fixate on the ground until you reach your home.

You stop in front of the home and bite your lip when your hand hovers above the doorknob.

Now you had to worry about your mom and dad embarrassing you even more.

You exhale a shaky breath. You just needed 1-2 hours, maybe even 3 and that was it. This would be done with, and the shame will die with you.

"Don't look so worried. I'm pretty good with parents." Atsumu has almost a relieving confidence in his voice

You nod and open it, instantly being greeted with a warm light. Your mother’s back is facing you, and she's at the stove, cooking. Your father wasn't home yet, he typically didn't come back till later.

"I'm home!"

You already know the moment that she turns around she's more than excited. Atsumu trails behind you, wearing a fake pleasant smile, and her eyes go wide.

"Miya Atsumu, a pleasure to meet you." He bows and your mother gasps.

"Oh, my-" You send her a quick glare that says don't you dare say anything bad. When Atsumu rose you fell into a smile again, giggling awkwardly.

"Come in dear, make yourself at home. You two must be starving." Your mother was already preparing the plates at the table.

You wave her off. "No Mom, really it's okay, we're fine."

She huffs, "nonsense. Come Atsumu, sit." Your brows knit together, and you open to deny the second time before Atsumu interrupts you.

“Actually, Miss (L/n) I am rather hungry, may I ask what you're making?" Atsumu walks ahead while you're stuck dumbfounded at the doorway. You scowl as he cozies up to your mother, and he returns your look with a smirk.

“I'm so glad you asked! It's one of my favorites actually." Your eye nearly twitches as he sits down, acting as if he's so intently listening to your mother ramble.

"It's rude to gawk (Y/n), sit down." She draws you out of the daze with a more serious tone. Yet you swear she's giving you the same smugness as he is.

You grumble incoherently, forcing yourself to sit down. Your mother stirs the food a little longer and then switches the heat off. Across from you, Atsumu is snickering quietly and, you're responding with a hardened glare. Once your mother turns, both of you are quick to politely beam as she sets the food on the table. You all share a pleasant thanks then begin serving yourself.

As awkward as this was, the moment the food touches your tongue, you're buzzing in delight. Your empty stomach greatly appreciates this.

"So tell me Atsumu, did you enjoy her lunch today?" Your mom chirps in.

You cough out, almost choking on a few grains. Your mother is smiling sweetly, completely oblivious. Here it was, this facade is going to be destroyed now.

"Yes actually. The spaghetti was wonderful." Your eyes widen as you fixate on Atsumu. He's mimicking that kind expression to your mom. and she's reveling in the fake news.

"You're going to catch flies if you keep gasping like that (Y/n)." She scolds you out of nowhere and he chuckles politely. You force yourself into normalcy, clearing your throat and eating, Truthfully you're greatly appreciating the lie Atsumu told.

You watch in your peripheral as he cracks a small joke that sends your mother chortling, a little too much. Although embarrassing, it was pleasant. He seems strangely at home and comfortable.

Atsumu offers to clean the dishes when dinner is finished and your mother waves him off politely. "No no, I couldn't ask you to do that. Don't fret dear, you two go upstairs and work on that project."

He nods, his tone filled with sugar. "If you need help at all, call me." It'd be convincing if you hadn't known how conniving he was.

"Oh my, what a nice kid." She nearly fangirls and you cringe. Once he rotates to follow you off to your room, that smug expression returns.

He lets out a tired sigh once the door closes, like being that fake was exhausting, and his eyes quickly turn serious. Admittedly, the thought of having him sit this close with you in your dimly lit bedroom, all alone, makes you feel.. sort of strange. You sit at your desk and take out your notebook, signaling for him to do the same

You're about to talk about the project details until you turn to see his darker expression. His tall stature or muscular build only aids in the way you shrink in comparison.

"Want to tell me why your mom asked me that?"

You still, mouth agape as you thought of what to say. Anything you'd say would only sound more pathetic than what he already thought of you. What could you think of that was better than your current situation? Gnawing at your bottom lip, you struggle to come up with a good answer. An awkward minute passes and you're still silent.

He slumps down next to you and sighs. "Fine, don't tell me."

You underestimated the space he took with the chair placement and his knee brushes up against your own. You pull away instantaneously, clearing your throat. His arm is nearly caressing yours and you shift uncomfortably.

“Um.. so, what part do you want to do?"

Atsumu ignores you to stare at your little pink standing pencil holder. His view then shifts to the stuffed animals on your bed, the color of the sheets, and the pink or rainbow pens you held. He stifles a giggle, and you turn a dark shade of red.

"Didn't think the teacher’s pet would be this type."

You shyly twirl your pencil around as you meekly ask, “What type?"

He leans back and smirks. "Pink, rainbows, little animal prints, you know, sort of the type to fangirl and go crazy over stupid things."

You mutter, annoyed. "Well, I’m not… I just like cute things."

"Good." He yawns obnoxiously, and you huff.

He is clearly getting way too comfortable, way too fast. If you didn't work on this now you'd have to do this weird meetup again. You peer at him expectantly. His hands cradle his head, elbows pointed out to opposite ends of the room. "Right." He remembers casually. "The project."

You nod. Yes, back to the topic at hand, finally.

"I already finished my side." He smiles and you blink in shock.

"What..?"

"Did it after practice yesterday, you know the day you were out "sick." He emphasizes that in a knowing way.

"Then..." You trail off, unable to find your words.

"I wanted to see if I was right about you. I have to say I’m pleasantly surprised. I expected neutral colors, not even a speck of dust, and zero decorations. I guess you're not as stuck up as I might've thought." He arrogantly speaks, and you're barely able to wrap your head around the situation. He acted like he wasn't done with his side, came over to your house, ate your food, cozied up to your mom, and entered your room, all to.. see your personality?

You ogle at him like he has 4 heads and he laughs. "Relax, it wasn't all for that, I'm not here to stalk you. We still gotta work together, it's not like i'd just be here for you alone." That comment kind of offends you but you ignore it.

It's quiet for a moment, and you straighten your back against the seat. "So.. what do you think I am then?"

He hums, then smirks. "You're a good girl. Sweet, and hardworking."

That shouldn't have made you blush like it did, and you avert your attention back to your work. Don't forget this is the man who made you cry only 3 days ago. He's just here to do minimal work and bully you.

"So.. do you want to merge our parts? Maybe you read mine, I read yours?"

Atsumu shrugs and takes out his notebook to slap it down in front of you. You give him yours and you open up his to find multiple pages, back and front of written work. He really worked hard on this.

He snickers at your shock. "Did you forget I have more skills than just volleyball too?" He taunts, reminding you of your previous comment. You frown.

"Sorry," you mumble.

You read from the top, and a few sentences in you're hooked to the way he writes so eloquently. The style is neat, and for being such an arrogant jerk all the time, he paid attention.

"It's not bad." Atsumu regards yours while flipping through the pages. "But you can work on your voice a little more."

You're visibly confused, and he further elaborates.

"This sentence, "if he was going to be out all day, then maybe he would-" it's too much over-explaining. You're losing the point in your nervousness." That is true.

"Just write "He is going to be out for the day." You glue to his words, nodding absent-mindedly. You lean to your notebook that's positioned closer to him, your arm brushing his unknowingly. He quietly fixates on you, and you point to another sentence.

"So.. like here, if I got rid of the "practically" or "really," then it will make the sentence more clear in this case?" You look up at him, eyes twinkling with some sort of excitement. He gazes for a little too long, and after a few seconds, he clears his throat.

"Yes."

You ah, but then slump.

"I like saying really's though. I feel like it puts more emphasis on something. Like if I were to say... I love ice cream! I'll say I really love ice cream, so they really understand how much I do." Your tone is energetic in a way he's never heard, and he can't help but smile.

"They'll know you do, just saying love is enough. Really, makes it a mouthful. Just make it simple. I love ice cream." The way you listen so intently to him has his eyes softening. You move to erase and rewrite, your lips pursing a little in concentration.

"Does that sound better?" You point your pencil to the new sentence, and he leans down to read it.

"Perfect."

You giggle a little and he gleams.

You blush and nervously fidget when you realize how hyper you're being. Your tone is a little more timid now, but it's eager as you point to another sentence. "Does this work together?"

"Try removing the "therefore."

Nodding, you hop back and forth between his writing and yours. His wasn't flawless, but you admitted, it was really good. He was so clear when he spoke, so to the point and confident, whilst yours was all muddled and scared.

You point at his sentence and compare it to one of yours. Erasing, you rewrite a sentence and shift the words around. You're so focused one would think he wasn't even there.

He's smiling and it begins to be a very pleasant exchange all up until he had to go.

Yet, after the exchange on Friday, no texts were exchanged with one another. You completed the project and that was that, no more communication.

There's a strange disappointment lingering in your chest. You wanted that, so why did it actually kind of hurt? Your mom even left you another nice lunch covered by a pretty wrap with a note nearby saying "packed extra for you and Atsumu to share (:" Shaking your head, you force yourself to move on to more important matters. All you need to focus on now is avoiding the group of bullies.

The bell rings, forcing you out of your thoughts. Rotating your head, Kiyoko catches your eye, and she grins evilly. She begins to remove herself from her desk. Here we go, you sigh.

You expect any minute for her to pass your desk, but she doesn’t, and you turn around, confused.

Kiyoko’s mouth is open in a gasp, and she’s paused, eyes glued to something moving. You follow her frantic view only to swiftly mimic it.

Atsumu was walking to you, directly to you. No, there was no way, right? That had to be wrong. He pauses a few inches from your seat, his hand holding his lunch. “Figured we’d polish our projects before tomorrow.”

“O-Oh, yeah of course.” You pull the notebook out that you had just packed up, and as you do that, you shoot a glimpse over to Kiyoko and the girls. She glares back at you a fit of fuming jealousy that knits her brows tight together. You’re relieved sure, but the fear of what they’d do to you once the period ends and you have 0 protection sets a pang of discomfort in you. But.. at least just for today, you can eat your food and not have to return to class with wet dirty hair.

When you’re not looking, Atsumu eyes the girls and they jump, their expressions changing from scowls to fear. They swiftly turn away.

“Here.” Atsumu places his bento on your desk, and you blink, confused.

There’s his smug smile, but it was softer strangely. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint your mother.”

You blush. Right.. that was true. He picks up yours in the cute cat wrap and chuckles at the pattern. Those were also now softer, and you hated to admit that it sent you the right kind of anxious butterflies. He unwraps the box and opens it, finding just enough food for 2. He is taken aback, yet eases quickly after, smiling sweetly. The sweetest you’ve ever seen, it's like you weren’t even meant to see it.

You shyly unwrap his and before opening it you nervously look at him. Opening your mouth to speak, his hand gestures to you. “Don’t ask if I’m sure or not, just eat it.” Although his tone was firm, it wasn’t as harsh as it always was either. You nod timidly and open it.

The smell of fried shrimp, sushi, and rice hits your nose. It was delicious looking, and after not having a good lunch for about 2 weeks, tears nearly protrude from your eyes.

“Thank you!” You hold your hands together and grab the chopsticks greedily. You slept late again. The dread of going to school last night kept you up enough to not be able to eat a proper breakfast again, so this was heaven-sent.

He takes a bite of your food and then pauses when he sees you scarfing up his meal like it was your last. Eventually, you catch him staring, and your face goes red. Bowing your head you shout, “Sorry!” and nonetheless, continue aggressively eating. He snickers to himself.

A few women in the class are almost frozen, their eyes deep-set in hatred and growling.

“He refused the lunch I made for him..” One girl mutters sadly to her friend who is also sunken.

“She’s eating his lunch.” Another girl across the class whispers.

“The nerve of her. He probably cooked that with all his time and love, and she’s inhaling it like a monster!” You’d think tears were running down this one’s face, she was that dramatic.

You clear your throat and place the cover onto the empty bento. The embarrassment is only now rushing to you when you realize Atsumu is only halfway done.

“Um.. thank you.. for sharing.”

He hums in acknowledgment while chewing on your mother’s cooking. “Tell miss (L/n) I loved it.” You blush and nod.

“I will..”

Kiyoko was practically twitching in a fury. She would get you back for this, whether you liked it or not.

Usually, you take your time to pack up your things once class ends for the day. You were always the last one out, but that always gave you some peace of mind. The hallways had a few students aiming around for who knows what, and there were no noisy bells or chatterers.

Today is a good day. Your stomach is happy, and you’re able to bring home a realistically empty lunchbox to your mother. No lies are to be created about how you shared it when you truly didn’t. Your hair is perfect, your clothes are clean, and you have a dull ache in your chest as you think of Atsumu sitting by you and eating. Why? You aren’t sure.

But you’re humming joyfully, feet walking slowly as a smile stains your face. Your foot is healed now, so you’ll be able to play. With the advice he gave you, you’re receiving plenty too. Prancing outside, you take a turn, making your way towards the gym, now nearly skipping in delight. The trees are wavering again, and the smell of sweet grass pierces your smell pleasantly.

You’re about to take another turn until you hear a voice that makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“What is taking so long?”

“Are you sure she didn’t take another route? Or go home for that matter?”

“She’ll be here, relax.”

Your heart speeds in your throat, and your feet feel anchored to the ground. They don’t see you yet, if you run they won’t know. Just turn back now, quietly, and you’ll be free for today. Walk slowly and avoid them. You silently rotate your legs, afraid even the dirt beneath you will make an obvious sound.

Your eyes meet with one of the girls in your class, and you frightfully gasp. Her hands are on her waist and she’s smirking. Your shoulders are shoved hard and a yelp escapes as you fall to the ground. It’s enough for Kiyoko to see your figure, and that same devilish grin stretches ear-to-ear. Panicking, you try to scramble away only for one girl to step behind you and threaten any further movement.

Kiyoko meets your terrified eyes, and she’s snickering, tilting her head.

“What, you thought you wouldn’t get your treatment today because Atsumu-san sat by you?” she scoffs and you’re shaking your head desperately.

“You know he only is doing this because of the project right? Tomorrow it’ll be back to normal, he won’t care anymore, and you’ll be treated the same old again.” Kiyoko giggles, and you’re eyes are still wide in fear.

Your shoulders are being held down by the girl behind you, and Kiyoko’s smile suddenly drops. A slap makes your chin turn from the impact, the sting burning into your cheek.

“I thought of something fun today.” Her hands grab at something behind her, and there’s a sharp gleam as she fixates on you. She pulls out a pair of scissors and you flinch when she holds it up to your throat. She reaches around to pull your hair, angling your neck into it. You don’t dare gulp or inhale, and you’re gritting your teeth at the pain of her fingernails digging into your scalp.

She angles her lips at your ear, whispering darkly. “I’m going to make you look more hideous than you already are. Then no one will look at you.”

Her tight grip leaves. You breathe in relief before she grabs a fistful of your locks and opens the scissors wide.

It’s about to snap shut on your hair before she speaks again. “If you talk to him again I’ll-“

“You’ll what?”

Kiyoko’s fingers waver, and she immediately becomes as stiff as a board. Her breath hitches, and your view is blocked by her body until she moves to the side, her grip on your hair escaping. Instantaneously the pressure on your shoulders releases too.

Atsumu is there, standing a few feet away from your forms, hands pressed to his waist. His eyes are serious and he’s not even smiling like he always is. You’re just as surprised, and you almost fall back to the ground without a stable grip on your shoulders.

“Ah,” he hums, a fake unpleasant lightness in his voice. “I knew well this was going to happen after I disturbed your little lunch get-together.” He tilts his head to the side, the ending of his words darkening. “Didn’t I?”

Kiyoko and the women are stammering, shaking, unsure of what to do or say. “A-Atsumu! I-I-” He motions his arm up, and his expression dulls coldly as he makes a closed fist. They mutually shut their mouths like they're being trained.

“To think you squealing pigs made me miss out on practice because of this.” His tone is low, an unquelled irritation bouncing in each syllable. They flinch, unexpecting him to sound so harsh. He sighs, slumping his form. It’s silent for a few seconds until he looks up again, a grave darkness shifting in him.

“You disgust me. Now get out of my sight.” His words come out like a screech in the silent atmosphere, and their breaths halt in their throat.

The one behind you instinctively dashes on her heels and sprints fast. Another near Kyoko does the same, a third following her until she is the last remaining. She stands peering at you and him, and he’s glaring as if prepared to rip her to shreds.

A frustration boils in her face and she forces herself to throw the scissors onto the ground, making you flinch. She can’t even muster a sharp glare as she looks at you. Instead she seems frustrated, ashamed, and hesitant. Her fists ball and clench tight before evidently leaving.

You’re still stuck replaying the horrific scene, and a terrible silence erupts. Atsumu’s glower disappears, and he’s suddenly above you, holding his hand out to you.

Pathetic… you're so pathetic.

You smack his hand away and his eyes widen.

“I don’t need your help.”

You pull yourself to your feet even if it hurts, revealing your back to him.

Anger. Embarrassment. Sadness. Disappointment. When you would go home today, you’d Slam your bedroom door shut, curl into your sheets, and weep into your pillow.

But for right now, your soles remain anchored to the ground, adamant on showing him that you aren’t just going to be a baby and cry, even if tears are threatening to escape.

You spoke as firm as can be, your voice cracking a little. “Just go away.”

It takes a moment before you can hear him finally walking away. All you can imagine is that his uncaring smirk is back like nothing happened.

A minute or two passes, and when you’re sure he’s gone, tears stream down your cheeks. You wipe them with the end of your sleeve, sniffling helplessly.

You just want to go home.

#x reader #fanfic #angst #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #bully x reader #anime x reader #miya twins #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #x female reader #anime

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tinum · 5 months ago

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Sandwiches - Wise x Reader (Crack fic)

Summary: Reader ventures into the scary land known as Wise's kitchen Warnings: Suggestive(sorry but it was all i could think to put at that spot), not proofread Word Count: 954 Notes: I wrote this at 3 am... It was definitely not what i had in mind but i thought it was kind of funny so why not post it? ALSO Harumasa angst fic soon!! I BEG can someone request? I dont have my rules up rn but if i dont like ur req ill just ignore it.. i write for hsr, zzz, gi, wuwa and pgr. AND i write for women.

"Wiseeee," you call, stretched out on the couch. Wise had invited you once he had finished the commission for the day. Since then, you two had done nothing other than watch TV, not that you minded; any time spent with Wise is time well spent. "I'm so hungry."

"Then eat something?" He responded, his eyes glued to the television, not bothering to spare a glance at your childish whining.

"But there's nothing to eat," you pout. Sure, there was stuff in the fridge you could make, but it just wasn't the same. You require something with a certain taste only achieved by cooking with someone you love.

"I'm not sure what you… want me to.. do then.." he looks to the side quickly, trying to figure out what you wanted. Surely, if you were as hungry as you said, you'd have just gotten up and made something already… It's not like you didn't know where the kitchen was. His gaze slowly falls to yours.

You stare at his face before you dramatically sigh… nothing. He raises an eyebrow, eyes returning to the television. You dramatically sigh louder this time, throwing your arm over your eyes.

"Um… I can order some food if you want?"

"Y'know Wise…" You deadpan at him. "You're not really wise like the name implies. Woah! I totally just rhymed there."

"…what?"

Ignoring him, you jump up. "C'mon! Let's go make something."

"I'm not really hungry. You can go ahead though."

"You will be once you smell the food!" You hold your hand out in front of him. Taking your hand, he couldn't help but smile. He could never say no to you, especially when you look at him as warmly as you do.

Leading him upstairs, you excitedly bump open the kitchen door, letting go of his hand. "Alrighty, let's see what we got." He watches as you shuffle from pantry to fridge, looking at all its contents, which are not as diverse as one would think.

"Okay…" Opening the fridge you are greeted with a sight most unusual, it was filled to the brim with different beverages from energy drinks to sugary cola but that wasn't the strangest sight held in the iron box. In the corner were stacks of uncooked… noodles? "Wow, you guys really like noodles… Who even puts these in the fridge?"

"What can I say? It's good storage." Wise shrugs, as he looks through the pantry you left open. He grabs a can and flips it in his hand in a mirage of business.

"Right… And the cabinet next to it isn't?" You eye him from below.

"We are here to make food. not critique the locations I store my food." He glowers. He thought his idea of storing the cups of noodles in the fridge was rather ingenious. It makes the process of grabbing the noodles and additions in one fell swoop a whole lot easier.

"Pft okay, weirdo" a dismissive hand goes over your shoulder. Your gaze returns to the cold. You click your tongue as you scan the fridge again, hoping your eye will catch something new. You sigh as you move to your final hope… the crisper.

Your hand shakily reaches towards the drawer. Sweat drips down your brow and your mouth becomes unbelievably dry. Alright.. it all comes down to this.. the one and only solution to your starvation or a bitter betrayal.. time seems to slow as the crisper slides, and a sickening squeak fills the room. The sides of your vision begin to blur, ears are set ablaze. A blinding light emanates from the crack of the ever-opening compartment.

Wise notices your silence and looks towards you. Your face was in deep concentration, eyebrows furrowed, tongue sticking out the side of your mouth. "Umm…"

Once the locked chamber had finally been pulled open, you let the hiss of a serpent. Your arms shoot up faster than wise when you- shielding your face from the three white doves that fly out. Somewhere in the distance, you hear a choir of angels begin to sing. Your heartbeat quickens this was surely a sign of fridge gods smiling upon you.

Your arms fall from your face as you slowly inch your head towards the opening…

Huzzah! You begin to cry tears of joy as you cradle the contents of the drawer. The fruits of your labor… the sweat of your brow… the-

"Lunch meat? You just want to make a sandwich?" An untied balloon suddenly seems to enter the room.

"Hey! In your fridge, you gotta take what you can get." Wise shrugs before he pulls out a loaf of bread. The plates are then placed as you begin the assembly. It was a hard rigorous process, and by the end of it, you looked like you had been caught in a windstorm.

You wipe the sweat off your brow, taking a step back to admire your masterpiece. A smile rises to your lips. Behind the counter, you see a spectral figure give you a thumbs up and slowly nod before it fades out of existence. They were perfect.

"Wow, look at that wise! Bet you're super hungry now!"

He scratches the back of his head in embarrassment "To be honest, I kind of am."

"And you have my wonderful culinary skills to thank for that!" You raise your hand for a high five, Wise shakes his head and smiles, hand coming down to slap yours.

"Ahah! Too slow!"

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You both return to the TV, plates in hand. Once you are both settled, you and Wise both look at each other, a singular nod. You take a bit of the sandwich…

"Hey, this kinda sucks right?"

"Yeah.. let's just order something."

"Good call."

#Wise x reader #wise #zenless zone zero #Zenless zone zero x reader #zzz #zzz x reader #zzz wise #crack fic #crack fanfic

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creature-studios · 1 month ago

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Spec Evo - Wood Apes

Sasquatch (Gigantopithecus sylvaticus)

Evolutionary Origins

Sasquatch, classified within the Ponginae subfamily, is a surviving descendant of Gigantopithecus blacki, an extinct giant primate that once thrived across Pleistocene Asia. Fossil evidence suggests G. blacki was an herbivorous, forest-dwelling ape, but climate shifts and human expansion likely forced a portion of its population to migrate, adapting over millennia to new ecosystems across North America. Unlike its arboreal relatives, Sasquatch underwent terrestrial gigantism, evolving enhanced bipedal locomotion to navigate dense forests efficiently while retaining strong upper-body musculature suited for climbing and foraging.

Physical Characteristics

Sasquatch stands between 8 to 12 feet tall and weighs over 600 lbs, with a massive, barrel-chested torso covered in thick fur ranging from deep auburn to dark brown or black—an adaptation for insulating against cold climates. Its dermal ridges, observed in footprints, indicate a digitigrade walking posture, reducing noise during movement and aiding stealth. Compared to modern apes, its cranial capacity is significantly larger, suggesting advanced problem-solving abilities and environmental awareness. The mandibles and dentition closely resemble those of Gigantopithecus, with broad molars adapted for grinding fibrous plant matter.

Its skin pigmentation is melanin-rich, allowing mild infrared absorption, a trait observed in some nocturnal mammals for heat regulation. Additionally, Sasquatch exhibits countershading camouflage, where its underside is lighter than its back, reducing visual contrast and aiding concealment in shadowed environments.

Locomotion and Dexterity

Though primarily bipedal, Sasquatch retains semi-quadrupedal flexibility, using its arms for stability when traversing uneven terrain. Its achilles tendon structure suggests explosive bursts of speed when necessary, a trait common in terrestrial primates such as baboons. The prehensile hands have long, dexterous fingers with toughened pads, enabling fine manipulation of objects. Unlike orangutans, whose hand morphology favors grasping branches, Sasquatch exhibits ground-adapted knuckle reinforcement, supporting weight distribution over long distances.

Sensory Adaptations

Sasquatches have exceptional low-light vision, akin to that of nocturnal predators, aided by a tapetum lucidum—a reflective layer behind the retina that enhances night vision. This adaptation allows it to operate efficiently during dawn and dusk, minimizing encounters with human populations.

Auditory capabilities include infrasound communication, a trait found in elephants and tigers, which enables long-distance vocalizations undetectable to human ears. Sasquatches are known to emit deep-chested vocalizations, engage in wood-knocking, and produce whistle-like calls to signal territory or coordinate movement.

Its olfactory senses are highly developed, with Jacobson's organ—an auxiliary sensory system found in some mammals—allowing it to detect pheromonal cues for identifying prey, territorial markings, or environmental changes.

Diet and Foraging Behavior

Sasquatches are opportunistic omnivores, consuming a diet of roots, tubers, fungi, berries, and occasional protein sources such as small mammals or scavenged carcasses. Its powerful jaw muscles allow it to process tough plant fibers, mirroring the dietary adaptations of Gigantopithecus blacki. Unlike obligate carnivores, Sasquatch relies on fermentation in the gut, similar to gorillas, enabling digestion of dense vegetation.

Sasquatch exhibits seasonal dietary shifts, consuming higher-caloric foods in preparation for colder months, similar to bear hibernation patterns. Additionally, they have rudimentary food storage behaviors, including stashing edible material in natural crevices or buried caches.

Social Structure and Territoriality

Unlike other great apes, which display clear troop hierarchies, Sasquatch usually exhibit solitary or small-clan behavior, maintaining vast territorial ranges to avoid competition. Evidence suggests regional vocal dialects, indicating structured communication between individuals occupying adjacent ranges.

Sasquatch exhibits environmental engineering, demonstrated by reports of constructed lean-to shelters, woven branch structures, and strategically placed rock formations for marking territory or guiding navigation. Their ability to manipulate objects implies a rudimentary understanding of tool usage, though primarily for environmental modification rather than advanced crafting.

Ecological Role

As a keystone species, Sasquatch influences forest ecosystems by dispersing seeds through its diet, contributing to vegetative regeneration. Its presence as an apex herbivore helps regulate plant overgrowth, preventing habitat imbalance. Potential interactions with wildlife include avoidance of large predators, using strategic movement to minimize conflicts with bears, mountain lions, or wolves.

Although elusive, Sasquatch sightings have occurred consistently over centuries, aligning with indigenous folklore describing forest-dwelling guardians.

Yeti (Gigantopithecus himalayensis)

Evolutionary Origins

The Yeti, (Gigantopithecus himalayensis), is a high-altitude offshoot of Gigantopithecus blacki, adapted for survival in the extreme conditions of the Himalayas. Fossil evidence indicates that G. blacki thrived in tropical environments, but climate shifts may have forced a population to migrate northward, gradually evolving traits suited for alpine ecosystems. Unlike Sasquatch, which is adapted for temperate forests, the Yeti exhibits cold-weather gigantism, a phenomenon seen in large mammals like bison and bears, where increased body mass aids thermoregulation.

Physical Characteristics

The Yeti stands between 7 to 10 feet tall, with an extremely robust frame and thick fur ranging from white to gray, providing camouflage against snow-covered landscapes. Its double-layered coat is similar to that of Tibetan blue bears, consisting of dense underfur beneath long, coarse guard hairs. Unlike orangutans, which have shorter limbs for climbing, the Yeti’s longer legs allow it optimized bipedal movement across snow. Large plantigrade feet distribute weight evenly to prevent sinking, akin to adaptations in snowshoe hares and lynxes.

Additionally, it possesses enlarged nasal passages, increasing oxygen intake at high altitudes, and hemoglobin adaptations similar to Tibetan humans, allowing for efficient blood oxygen transport in lower atmospheric pressure.

Diet and Behavior

The Yeti is a facultative omnivore, consuming lichen, roots, winter berries, and opportunistic protein sources such as carrion or small mammals. It even exhibits seasonal hibernation behaviors, reducing metabolic activity during extreme Himalayan winters. Unlike Sasquatch, which prefers dense forests, the Yeti thrives in high-altitude rocky terrain, relying on stealth and environmental awareness to avoid predators such as snow leopards.

Its territorial behavior includes vocalizations such as low-frequency growls, rumbling infrasound, and rhythmic rock-knocking, similar to known primate communication methods. Unlike fully social great apes, the Yeti exhibits semi-solitary behavior, maintaining small familial units scattered across vast territories.

Orang Pendek (Minopongo sumatranus)

Evolutionary Origins

Orang Pendek (Minopongo sumatranus), meaning “short person” in Indonesian, is a species of dwarf pongine. Unlike its gigantopithecine relatives, Orang Pendek represents a miniaturized adaptation to dense, lowland rainforests. This species evolved from early Pongo ancestors, adapting for ground-level agility and terrestrial foraging, distinguishing it from modern arboreal orangutans.

Its small stature—between 3 to 5 feet tall—reduces metabolic demands, allowing efficient survival in resource-scarce environments. Theories suggest Orang Pendek may exhibit convergent traits with extinct hominin species like Homo floresiensis, another small-bodied primate that adapted for tropical island survival.

Physical Characteristics

Orang Pendek is covered in short, coarse reddish-brown fur, closely resembling the coat of modern orangutans. Unlike its arboreal relatives, it exhibits strong, compact limb musculature, suited for rapid movement through jungle undergrowth. Its plantigrade walking posture allows for stealth and efficiency in navigating dense foliage. Additionally, its hands and feet remain highly dexterous, enabling the use of tools for foraging.

Compared to Sasquatch and Yeti, Orang Pendek has smaller, rounded molars, indicative of a fruit-heavy diet, supplemented with roots, insects, and small vertebrates. Its jaw structure suggests powerful bite force, allowing it to process hard nuts and fibrous plants.

Behavior and Ecology

Orang Pendek exhibits solitary and small-group behavior, mirroring the reclusive nature of orangutans. Unlike the Yeti or Sasquatch, which thrive in colder regions, Orang Pendek is strictly tropical, relying on dense rainforest cover for concealment. It exhibits intelligent foraging strategies, such as using rocks or sticks to extract insects, resembling rudimentary tool use seen in wild orangutans.

Its cryptic nature and alleged ability to mimic forest sounds may serve as defense mechanisms against predators such as clouded leopards and sun bears. While some legends describe Orang Pendek as a near-human entity, its placement in Ponginae suggests it is a specialized primate rather than a hominin-relative.

Yeren (Gigantopithecus sinensis)

Evolutionary Origins

The Yeren (Gigantopithecus sinensis), or "Wild Man" of China, is an offshoot of G. blacki that survived in the dense subtropical forests of central and southern China. Unlike Sasquatch and Yeti, the Yeren exhibits arboreal adaptations, suggesting it retained some tree-climbing capabilities while incorporating more terrestrial behaviors over time. It likely diverged from Gigantopithecus populations that migrated eastward, evolving traits suited for warmer, humid environments.

Physical Characteristics

The Yeren stands between 6 to 9 feet tall, with reddish or dark brown fur, reflecting similarities to modern orangutans (Pongo spp.). Unlike fully terrestrial primates, Yeren retains curved fingers and powerful gripping strength, allowing it to navigate canopies or scale rock faces when necessary. Its limb proportions suggest semi-bipedal locomotion, switching between upright walking and quadrupedal movement depending on terrain.

Its facial structure exhibits pronounced brow ridges, deep-set eyes, and a sloping forehead, similar to fossil evidence of Gigantopithecus. Unlike Sasquatch, which thrives in temperate forests, Yeren's lighter skeletal frame allows for greater agility in thick jungle environments.

Diet and Behavior

Yeren is a frugivorous omnivore, consuming fruit, nuts, small vertebrates, and honey. Reports suggest tool-using behaviors, such as using rocks to crack nuts or sticks to extract insects, indicating primitive problem-solving abilities. Unlike Sasquatch, which may exhibit nocturnal habits, Yeren is diurnal, maintaining activity during daylight hours while avoiding dense human settlements.

Yeren is territorial yet passive, avoiding direct confrontation and relying on stealth and strategic retreat patterns. Vocalizations include low growls, hoots, and wood-knocking, similar to observed orangutan behavior.

Almas (Australopongo caucasicus)

Evolutionary Origins

The Almas (Australopongo caucasicus), reported in Central Asia and the Caucasus region, is a cold-adapted pongine that evolved in high-altitude, temperate regions. Compared to its relatives, Almas exhibits shorter fur, reduced body size, and enhanced endurance suited for mountainous terrain. Its lineage may trace back to ancient hominid-like pongines that migrated westward from Southeast Asia, adapting to a mixed-woodland and grassland ecosystem.

Physical Characteristics

Almas is shorter than Yeti or Sasquatch, standing between 5 to 7 feet tall, with stocky, muscular proportions optimized for climbing and navigating steep environments. Unlike the taller Gigantopithecus descendants, Almas has broad feet and shorter limbs, indicating enhanced power and stability over agility.

Its facial structure is closer to orangutans, retaining a sloping forehead and large jaw structure, but exhibiting forward-set eyes, implying enhanced depth perception for tracking movement in open terrain. Fur coloration ranges from grayish-brown to tawny, blending with rocky landscapes.

Diet and Behavior

Almas is a foraging omnivore, subsisting on roots, fungi, tubers, insects, and occasional protein sources. Unlike the tree-dependent Yeren, Almas exhibit burrowing behaviors, utilizing caves or rock crevices for shelter. The wide territorial range of Almas suggests a nomadic lifestyle, migrating seasonally in response to food availability.

Reports suggest rudimentary communication, including soft vocalizations, rock placements, and gestural behaviors, potentially resembling early hominid communication styles.

Yowie (Gigantopithecus australis)

Evolutionary Origins

The Yowie (Gigantopithecus australis), associated with Australia, represents a unique pongine adaptation to arid environments. Unlike its forest-dwelling relatives, the Yowie evolved traits suited for survival in savanna, scrubland, and eucalyptus forests, adapting kangaroo-like movement efficiency to cover large distances.

Fossil evidence suggests that Gigantopithecus never reached Australia, but land bridge migration during prehistoric climate shifts could have introduced proto-pongine species, which then adapted to Australia’s harsh and unpredictable climate.

Physical Characteristics

The Yowie stands between 6 to 10 feet tall, with dark brown or black fur, similar to marsupial megafauna such as wombats or koalas. Compared to Sasquatch, Yowie exhibits leaner muscle structure, longer limbs, and reduced bulk, allowing it to move more efficiently across open terrain.

Unlike other pongines, the Yowie’s foot structure resembles kangaroo-like digitigrade adaptation, allowing for long-distance travel and rapid acceleration. Additionally, its facial morphology exhibits elongated jaw structures, enabling efficient water conservation and adaptation to drought conditions.

Diet and Behavior

The Yowie is a dry-climate omnivore, consuming roots, eucalyptus leaves, insects, and carrion. Unlike Sasquatch, which maintains cold-weather adaptations, Yowie developed heat-regulating physiological features, including sparse fur density and sweat gland adaptations similar to desert-adapted mammals.

Reports suggest intelligent problem-solving, with terrain memory, trail-marking behaviors, and complex evasive tactics when encountering threats. Unlike territorial Sasquatch, Yowie exhibits wide-range nomadism, constantly shifting its habitat in response to seasonal changes.

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solarswonderland · 2 months ago

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HAVEN: CHAPTER 20

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"Erica, do you copy?" Robin asked through the walkie-talkie as she, Steve, Julie, and Dustin sat on the rooftop overlooking the Russian secret base.

"Mhm. I copy. You nerds in position or what?" Erica replied, tightening the straps of her helmet.

"Yeah, we're in position. It's all quiet here, so you've got the green light," Robin confirmed.

"Green light, got it. Commencing operation child endangerment," Erica quipped, climbing up the ladder into the vent.

"Can we maybe not call it that?" Julie muttered.

"See you on the other side, nerds," Erica said before disappearing into the vent.

The four of them sat in tense silence, waiting. Julie glanced to her side and caught Steve staring at her. The moment their eyes met, he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on something else. Weird.

A crackle came through the walkie.

"Alright, nerds, I'm there," Erica's voice announced.

"Do you see anything?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I see those boring boxes you're so excited about," Erica deadpanned.

"Any guards?"

"Negative."

"Booby traps?" Julie added.

"If I could see them, they'd be pretty shit traps, wouldn't they?" Erica shot back.

Julie gritted her teeth. "Thank you for... that."

A loud clank echoed through the radio as Erica knocked out the vent grate.

"I'm in," she confirmed.

Steve, as if just now realizing how completely insane this whole situation was, groaned and put his head in his hands. "Oh, God."

Julie, feeling a little bad, reached over and rubbed his shoulder. Steve gave her a small, grateful smile, though he was definitely still spiraling.

Just then, the doors swung open, and out strutted Erica.

"Free ice cream. For life," she declared.

Julie rolled her eyes as the group climbed down from the roof to meet her.

Once they reached the doors, they cautiously stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of cardboard and cold metal. The storage room was dimly lit, filled with rows upon rows of identical-looking crates. The atmosphere was eerily silent, apart from their footsteps echoing off the concrete floors.

Steve, wasting no time, grabbed a box cutter from Dustin's backpack, the blade glinting under the dull lighting as he slid it through the thick tape sealing one of the boxes. The cardboard gave way with a soft tear, and he peeled it open, revealing... another box. A metallic one.

Steve glanced at everyone, then sighed, gripping the handle. The tension in the room was palpable as he carefully rotated it and lifted the lid.

Inside, resting snugly in a secure mold, was yet another box—this one looking even more high-tech. It was sleek and industrial, fitted with four rotating handles, like a secure container meant to hold something important. Something dangerous.

Steve let out a breath. "Well, that's definitely not Chinese food."

"Or cats," Julie muttered, eyeing the ominous container.

Steve reached for one of the handles but hesitated. His gaze flickered toward the group. "Maybe you guys should, you know, step back."

Robin, Julie, and Erica immediately took a few steps away, but Dustin stood firm, arms crossed over his chest.

"No."

Steve frowned. "Step back, dude—"

"No. If you die, I die," Dustin said, completely serious.

Steve stared at him for a second, considering his words. Then, with a shrug, he gave in. "Okay."

With that, he grabbed one of the handles, twisted it, and slowly lifted the container out of the box. As it emerged, they all leaned in slightly, eyes widening as the contents came into view.

A heavy-duty canister filled with something glowed ominously inside. The liquid inside was a sickly, neon-green color, translucent and almost alive, shifting as the light hit it.

"What the hell," Steve muttered, staring at the eerie substance.

"What is that?" Robin asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before anyone could process an answer, the room shuddered beneath their feet.

A small tremor.

"Is it just me, or did the room move?" Dustin asked, glancing around.

Another violent shake, stronger this time, making the boxes rattle.

"Uh—you know what? Let's just grab that—" Julie hurried forward, snatching the container from Steve's hands, "—and go back."

Dustin rushed to the control panel near the doors, his fingers fumbling as he pressed a button to open them. Nothing happened. The door didn't budge.

"Which one do I press, Erica?" he called, pressing another button in a panic.

"Just press the damn button!" she snapped.

"I am pressing the damn button—"

"Oh my GOD, just click on all of them!" Steve yelled, rushing over to the panel.

"Yeah, well, IT'S NOT MOVING, DUMBASS," Dustin shot back, aggressively mashing the buttons.

"Open door! Press on 'open door'!" Erica barked.

"I am pressing 'open door'!" Dustin yelled, slamming his hand against it.

Suddenly, a deep mechanical groan echoed through the walls.

And then—the floor lurched.

The entire room jolted downward.

Julie stumbled, gripping onto a nearby cart for support. "What the fuck—"

Another violent shake, then the floor dropped fast.

Robin's scream pierced the air as gravity yanked them all down, sending them crashing onto the floor. Steve barely managed to grab onto a metal rack before slamming into the side of a crate.

The walls weren't just shaking.

They were moving.

Like an elevator.

Like a really, really fast elevator

Steve's eyes widened as realization hit. His grip tightened on the rack as he whispered, "Oh, shit."

The elevator kept dropping, the force pressing them against the floor as all five of them screamed bloody murder.

"WE'RE GOING TO DIE, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Steve yelled, gripping onto the railing for dear life.

"YEAH, NO SHIT WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Julie shouted back, clutching onto a cart that was rolling wildly with the motion.

"PRESS THE BUTTONS!" Steve hollered at Dustin, who was already fumbling with the panel.

"I AM PRESSING THE BUTTONS!" Dustin shot back, slamming his fists into every button he could reach.

Erica shoved him aside. "MOVE." She began spamming the buttons even faster.

"CLICK IT FASTER!" Steve ordered.

"THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS, DINGUS!" Julie yelled over the chaos.

Then, without warning—

SLAM.

The elevator came to a gut-wrenching halt, sending them all flying. Boxes tumbled off the shelves, crashing down around them. Robin slammed against a metal rack, grunting as she hit the ground. Steve, meanwhile, landed hard on his back, a heavy crate smashing right onto his lap.

His face twisted in pain as he groaned, "My groin. It fell on my groin. Dustin, get this off me."

Dustin, still recovering from the whiplash, scrambled over to shove the crate off him. "Dude, I think you might need to have that checked out."

Robin staggered to her feet, rubbing her head. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great now that I know the Russians can't design elevators," Steve snapped, stumbling toward the control panel. He aggressively pressed the buttons again, as if sheer force would suddenly make them work.

Robin exhaled sharply. "I think we've clearly established those buttons don't work."

"They're buttons! They have to do something!" Steve argued.

"If we had a keycard," Robin pointed out, "then maybe they would. It's an electronic lock. Without a keycard, it won't operate, meaning—"

"We're stuck in here," Dustin finished, voice hollow.

The realization settled over them like a heavy weight.

Erica, arms crossed, let out a sigh. "So, just so you nerds are aware, I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's, and Tina always covers for me. But, if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow, and my mom finds out you four are responsible? She's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throats."

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. "I don't CARE about Tina or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!"

A tense silence followed.

"...What if we climbed out?" Dustin suggested, pointing upward at the small trapdoor in the ceiling.

Julie, still trying to shake off the shock, blinked at it. "Worth a try."

She grabbed a metal rack and dragged it underneath the trapdoor. Climbing up first, she pushed against the hatch, and it gave way, letting her scramble onto the top of the elevator. Steve and Dustin followed close behind.

The moment they emerged, they all froze.

The shaft stretched impossibly high above them, disappearing into darkness. The ceiling of the facility was so far away, they couldn't even see it.

Steve let out a low whistle. "What were you saying about climbing again?" His voice echoed hauntingly in the cavernous shaft.

Julie sighed, rubbing her face. "Might as well spend the night in there and figure it out in the morning. Come on down, guys."

Reluctantly, they all climbed back into the elevator.

Dustin and Erica passed out almost instantly, leaning against the walls. Robin, Julie, and Steve, however, were still awake, the tension keeping them from getting comfortable.

Robin sat against the wall, arms crossed, staring at the locked door as if sheer willpower would open it. She let out a long sigh. "Okay, so let's think this through. We have no keycard. No tools. We're inside a literal steel box. Unless one of us suddenly develops super strength overnight, we're not getting through that door."

Julie groaned, rubbing her temples. "So, basically, we have nothing."

Robin nodded. "Pretty much."

Steve ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. "Great. Just great."

Julie leaned back against the cold metal wall. "I mean, there's gotta be something we can do. We can't just sit here and wait to rot."

Robin huffed. "Okay, genius, you got any bright ideas?"

Steve opened her mouth, then closed it. She thought for a moment. "...Maybe we could, like, try to pick the lock?"

Robin shot her an incredulous look. "With what? A hairpin? This isn't some spy movie, Harrington, this is a high-tech Russian security door. Even if we had a pin, which we don't, it's not gonna do shit."

Steve perked up slightly. "Wait. Maybe there's something useful in the boxes?" He gestured to the scattered crates around them.

Dustin, half-asleep on the floor, muttered, "Yeah, because the Russians totally left us a crowbar labeled 'For Escaping Prisoners Only'."

Steve scowled. "I don't see you coming up with any ideas, dude."

Julie rolled her eyes. "Look, unless one of these boxes has a keycard, we're still stuck."

Robin groaned, running her hands down her face. "God, this sucks."

Steve scoffed. "Yeah, right. You two drive me insane."

Robin sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. "Well, since we definitely aren't getting out of here tonight, I'm just gonna sleep and ignore reality for a while."

Julie frowned. "How can you even think about sleeping right now?"

Robin shrugged. "Easy. Denial."

Julie let out a short laugh. "Fair enough."

Robin curled up against the wall. "Wake me up if we magically get a keycard or if Steve starts crying."

Steve glared at her. "Ha ha. So funny."

Robin flashed him a tired grin before closing her eyes. Within minutes, she was out.

Steve and Julie, however, remained awake.

They lay next to each other, staring at the ceiling. After half an hour of silence, Steve let out a dramatic sigh.

"...Can't sleep?" Julie asked.

"Nope. You?"

"Nope."

A pause.

Julie sighed, shifting against the cold floor. "So. Since we're apparently stuck here all night, wanna talk about something that won't make us feel like we're about to die in a Russian elevator?"

Steve chuckled under his breath. "Sure. Like what?"

Julie thought for a moment. "I dunno. Something dumb. Something normal."

Steve smirked. "Well, I am an expert on dumb."

Julie grinned. "Oh, I know."

There was a comfortable silence for a moment before Steve sighed, tilting his head back against the metal wall. "Alright. Dumb topic. Relationships."

Julie scoffed. "Yeah, super normal for two people trapped underground in a Russian facility."

Steve shrugged. "I mean, it's gotta be better than panicking about our inevitable doom."

Julie hummed. "Fine. What about them?"

Steve glanced at her. "Have you ever, like... been in love?"

Julie's teasing smile faded a little. "I thought I was. Once."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

Julie exhaled through her nose, picking at the hem of her jeans. "It was stupid. I was 14. He was older. Thought he was so mature. He always made me feel like I was lucky he noticed me at all. And I fell for it. Ends up he just wanted to make his ex-girlfriend jealous and it worked."

Steve's jaw clenched slightly. "Sounds like an asshole."

Julie huffed a short laugh. "Yeah. He was. But I didn't see it until way too late."

Steve nudged her foot with his. "His loss."

Julie glanced at him, something flickering behind her eyes, but she shook her head. "What about you? I mean, you're Steve Harrington. King Steve. You had the whole school at your feet."

Steve let out a humorless chuckle. "Yeah. And somehow, I still ended up alone."

Julie frowned. "What about–"

Steve sighed. "Nancy? She was different. I thought we'd have the whole, like, fairytale thing, y'know? But I think, deep down, she always wanted something... more. And I wanted someone who actually wanted me. Besides, you know how the whole thing went down. "

Julie swallowed, "Yeah."

Steve turned his head toward her, voice quieter. "And now?"

Julie blinked. "Now what?"

Steve hesitated. "Is there... anyone?"

Julie hesitated too. Because there was someone. But saying it out loud? That felt terrifying. So instead, she shrugged, playing it cool. "No. You?"

Steve shook his head, but there was something in his expression, something he wasn't saying. "Nah. No one."

The air between them changed. The teasing was gone. What was left was... something unspoken. Something that had been building for a long time.

Julie suddenly realized just how close they were sitting. How she could see every detail of Steve's face, the way his lips parted like he was about to say something else, but didn't.

Steve's eyes flickered down to her lips for just a second. Just one.

He leaned in slowly.

And then—

CLANK.

A loud sound from the other side of the room made them both jolt apart. Julie's heart pounded in her chest, not from fear, but from the almost.

Robin groaned in her sleep, rolling over.

Steve exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Jesus."

Julie cleared her throat, suddenly feeling like she needed to put some space between them before she did something really, really stupid.

"You think we'll die in here?"

Steve groaned. "God, I hope not. But if we do, at least I'm stuck with someone who insults me to my face instead of behind my back."

Julie laughed. "Glad I can bring some joy to your final moments, Harrington."

Steve chuckled. "You know what? If we do make it out, you owe me dinner."

Julie raised a brow. "I owe you?"

"Yeah. Emotional distress, trauma—basic hazard pay."

Julie rolled her eyes but smiled. "Fine. One dinner."

Steve grinned. "Deal."

Pause.

Julie shot him a small, nervous smile. "Guess we should get some sleep."

Steve nodded. "Yeah. Right. Sleep."

Neither of them moved for a long moment. Then, finally, Julie turned away, curling up on the cold floor. Steve did the same.

But neither of them slept. Not for a long time.

The next morning, Dustin climbed up to the trapdoor, holding his walkie-talkie high above his head in a desperate attempt to get a signal. Steve had joined him, both of them chattering away on top of the elevator. Below them, Julie sat slumped against the wall, still half-asleep, her head lolling slightly as she tried to stay awake.

A faint trickling sound caught her attention. At first, she dismissed it as her imagination, but then she noticed something—water, or at least some kind of liquid, snaking its way down the steel walls of the elevator. Her face twisted in realisation.

"Steve, can you redirect your stream, please?" she called, her voice tinged with exhaustion and disgust.

Steve barely glanced over his shoulder as he shuffled sideways, "Sure."

Julie exchanged a horrified look with Robin, who wrinkled her nose in equal repulsion.

Robin scoffed, leaning in closer to Julie. "You're in love with this man?"

Julie blinked. "Love? I'm not in love with anyone."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Then what was that little moment you and Steve had last night?"

"What moment?" Julie asked, a little too quickly.

"The 'almost kissing' moment."

"That wasn't—we didn't—weren't you asleep?" Julie sputtered.

Robin simply shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. "Stop changing the subject."

"We didn't 'almost kiss,' I don't know what you're talking about," Julie insisted, crossing her arms.

"Denial," Erica chimed in lazily from her spot on the floor, not even bothering to lift her head.

Julie rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, Erica grabbed the metal container and slammed it against a rack with a loud clang.

"Woah, woah, woah—careful! We don't even know what that is!" Robin yelped, snatching the container from Erica's hands.

"It could be useful," Erica shot back, unimpressed.

"Useful how?" Robin asked incredulously.

"We could last a long time without food, but without water, the human body will die," Erica stated matter-of-factly.

Julie peered at the container, her lips twisting. "Hate to break it to you, but that's not water."

"No, but it's a liquid. If we're dying of thirst, I'd drink it," Erica said with a sarcastic smile.

Robin gave her a deadpan stare. "You have no idea what's in there."

Before the argument could continue, Robin suddenly stiffened, her head snapping toward the elevator doors. She pressed her ear against the steel, her eyes widening.

"What's up?" Julie asked, just as Steve and Dustin climbed back down.

Robin turned to them, voice low and urgent. "We've got company."

Julie barely had a second to process before she shouted, "Ceiling. Now!"

In an instant, the five of them scrambled up through the trapdoor, pressing themselves flat against the elevator's top. Moments later, the doors slid open, and several workers entered, hauling away boxes. The group barely breathed, their hearts hammering in their chests. One wrong move, one sound, and they'd be caught.

As the last box was taken, the doors started to slide shut—but Steve suddenly moved, shoving the container into the gap to stop them. He grabbed Erica's backpack and threw it under as well.

"Go, go, go!" he whisper-yelled.

One by one, Erica, Dustin, and Robin rolled under the gap. But as Julie ran forward, she saw the container beginning to crack under the pressure.

"It's gonna break before you can roll out," she warned.

"I'll be fine. Just go!" Steve urged, giving her a gentle shove.

Julie hesitated for only a second before rolling under. Just as the container shattered, Steve dove through the narrowing gap, barely making it in time.

He landed with a small grunt before standing up and flashing Julie a triumphant grin. "Told ya I'd be fine."

Julie exhaled, relief washing over her—until she looked at the remains of the container. "Uh... look."

The liquid inside had spilled onto the floor, hissing violently as it ate away at the metal. Smoke curled into the air.

"Jesus Christ..." Steve muttered, stepping back.

Robin smirked, crossing her arms. "Still wanna drink that?"

Erica huffed. "Shut up."

"Holy mother of God..." Dustin whispered, staring ahead.

The others turned—and saw what had him so stunned. The hallway stretched out before them, bathed in an eerie blue light, the walls smooth and metallic, seemingly endless.

Steve exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Well, let's hope you guys are in good shape." He shot a look at Dustin. "I'm talking to you, roast beef."

Dustin turned to Robin in betrayal. "Why me?!"

Julie laughed, ruffling Dustin's hair. "Be nice, jeez."

As they started moving forward, the group spread out slightly. Julie and Steve fell into step together, their footsteps echoing softly against the floor.

"So, 'roast beef,' huh?" Julie teased, glancing at him.

Steve smirked. "What? He knows it's affectionate."

Julie scoffed. "Calling someone a slab of meat is affectionate?"

Steve shrugged. "I give out nicknames. It's a thing."

Julie hummed. "I wonder what mine is, then."

Steve shot her a look, a small smirk playing at his lips. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Julie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so I do have one?"

"Maybe," he said casually, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Julie rolled her eyes but smiled. "You're so weird."

There was a pause before Steve asked, "So... last night."

Julie's stomach flipped. "What about it?"

Steve hesitated. "Did it... mean anything to you?"

Julie swallowed, choosing her words carefully. "I don't know. Did it mean anything to you?"

Steve gave a half-smile, tilting his head. "I asked first."

Julie exhaled, glancing down at the floor. "I think... I think sometimes, things don't have to be said out loud to be real."

Steve nodded slowly. "Yeah. I get that."

For a moment, they walked in silence. The air between them felt charged, heavy with something unspoken. Steve's fingers brushed against hers, just barely. Julie's breath caught.

Before anything else could happen, Dustin called from ahead, "Are you two done flirting, or should we wait?"

Julie groaned, yanking her hand away, while Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shut up, Henderson."

The fluorescent blue glow of the hallway stretched endlessly ahead of them, casting an eerie, artificial light over the cold metallic walls. Their footsteps echoed slightly, bouncing off the smooth, lifeless surfaces.

"I mean, you have to admit," Dustin said, marvelling as he looked around. "As a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive."

Steve scoffed, rubbing a hand over his face. "What are you talking about? It's a total fire hazard. No stairs, no exits, just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell."

"They're Commies," Erica said bluntly. "You don't pay people, they cut corners."

"To be fair to our Russian comrades," Robin chimed in, "I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking. Think about it—they developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo."

Julie nodded in agreement. "It all comes into the mall like any regular delivery."

"Then they load it up onto those trucks, and nobody's the wiser," Robin finished.

Steve exhaled sharply. "So what, you think they built this whole mall just to move that green poison?"

"I highly doubt it's something as boring as poison," Dustin argued. "It's gotta be much more valuable—like promethium or something."

Steve furrowed his brows. "The hell is promethium?"

"It's what Victor Stone's dad used to make Cyborg's bionic and cybernetic components," Robin explained matter-of-factly.

Erica made a disgusted face. "You're all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill." She mimed a gag.

Steve pointed at her. "No, no, no. Don't lump me in with them, okay? I'm not a nerd."

Robin smirked. "Why so sensitive, Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old?"

"No, I just—" Steve hesitated, huffing in exasperation. "I'm just saying I don't know jack shit about Prometheus."

"Promethium," Dustin corrected him. "Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I'm saying is, it's probably being used to make something."

"Or power something," Julie added, glancing at the others.

"Like a nuclear weapon?" Dustin asked, his voice dropping slightly.

"Totally," Robin said, her tone light but her expression serious.

Steve ran a hand through his hair. "Walking towards a nuclear weapon. That's great. Love that for us."

"But if they're building something," Robin continued, "why here? I mean—Hawkins. Of all places."

That made Steve, Dustin, and Julie all stop in their tracks. They exchanged glances, an unspoken realisation settling between them. Erica and Robin kept walking ahead, still caught up in their conversation.

"You think the Russians know?" Steve asked, lowering his voice.

"There's no other reason for them to be here," Julie whispered back. "So they must know."

"So, it's connected?" Steve pressed.

"Maybe," Dustin admitted.

"How?"

"I don't know, but it's... possible," Dustin said, his expression growing more serious.

Robin suddenly noticed they had stopped. "I'm sorry, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" she asked, turning around to face them.

Before any of them could respond, a burst of static crackled through the walkie-talkie, followed by a voice speaking in rapid Russian. The group immediately tensed. Erica, wide-eyed, yanked her backpack off her shoulders and pulled out the walkie, handing it to Robin.

Robin quickly extended the antenna, pressing it closer to her ear as she repeated the foreign words under her breath.

"It's the code," she whispered.

Dustin's eyes lit up. "Wherever that broadcast is coming from—"

"It's close," Robin confirmed. She shot a look at the others, a flicker of excitement breaking through her tension. "And if there's one thing we know about that signal..."

Dustin finished for her. "It can reach the surface."

Robin straightened, eyes flicking down the hallway. "Let's go."

They continued down the hallway, keeping close to the cold, metallic walls. The air was thick with an almost sterile scent, a mixture of machinery, chemicals, and something unplaceable. Their footsteps were muffled against the smooth flooring as they pressed forward.

After a few more turns, the passage suddenly opened up ahead—and with it, the unmistakable sound of other people. Voices. Footsteps. The hum of activity.

Julie tensed. "We're not alone anymore."

Steve, moving ahead, barely had time to signal before they spotted a pair of guards heading straight for them. Without hesitation, they ducked behind a large piece of machinery, pressing themselves against the cold metal as Steve peeked out, eyes darting from left to right.

He waited, his breath caught in his throat. The guards walked past, oblivious. Steve exhaled. "Clear."

They stepped out cautiously from behind the massive equipment, moving quickly but quietly.

"That was close," Robin muttered.

"Too close," Dustin added, his voice still hushed.

"Relax, alright? Nobody saw—" Steve's words trailed off as they turned a corner and took in the scene before them.

Their stomachs collectively dropped.

They had stumbled into what looked like a central hub, the main entryway to something far bigger. The vast room buzzed with controlled chaos—dozens of scientists moved with purpose, clad in lab coats and protective suits, working at various stations filled with complex machinery. Armed soldiers stood at key points, rifles slung over their shoulders. The entire place was bathed in an artificial, sterile glow, and the walls were lined with control panels pulsing with blinking lights.

A soldier suddenly glanced in their direction.

Without thinking, they all dove behind a nearby supply cart, crouching low.

"Jesus," Steve muttered under his breath, staring through the gaps between crates.

"Red Dawn," Dustin whispered, his voice laced with nervous excitement.

"I saw it. First floor, northwest," Erica said in a hushed but confident tone.

"Saw what?" Steve asked, glancing over at her.

"The comms room," Erica stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Julie turned to her in disbelief. "You saw the comms room?"

"Correct," Erica confirmed, folding her arms smugly.

"Are you sure?" Dustin pressed.

"Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there," Erica explained.

Steve frowned. "That could be a hundred different things."

"I'll take those odds," Robin said.

They exchanged quick glances before looking back toward the room.

"Alright, we move fast and stay low," Steve instructed, his voice firm.

They nodded.

Steve led the way, darting to the cover of a large stack of crates. He glanced behind him, ensuring everyone was keeping up, before signalling them forward. Dustin followed next, waiting for a few Russian workers to pass before making his move. One by one, they crept forward, taking cover behind whatever they could find—crates, machinery, barrels—until they reached the hallway leading to the comms room.

A scientist exited the room, the door hissing shut behind him.

Steve didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, just barely catching the door before it clicked closed. Holding it open, he motioned for the others to slip inside, then eased it shut behind them.

The moment they turned, they all froze.

A Russian soldier sat at the console, pulling off his headphones and turning to face them. His eyes widened in confusion, but within seconds, confusion gave way to suspicion.

"Tread lightly," Robin murmured in Russian, stepping forward and attempting to speak to him.

It didn't work. The soldier frowned, his hand inching toward his holster.

Then, in an instant, Steve let out a yell and lunged at him.

The soldier reacted fast—too fast. He sidestepped Steve's charge with ease, shoving him aside. Steve stumbled but quickly recovered, just as the soldier swung a punch. Miraculously, Steve ducked, completely dodging the blow.

The soldier grabbed him by the collar and slammed him onto the console. Gritting his teeth, Steve twisted, driving his elbow into the soldier's ribs. The man staggered back. Seizing the opportunity, Steve grabbed a heavy desk phone and swung it with all his might. The impact sent the soldier reeling—his foot slipped against the smooth floor, and with a sickening thud, he smacked his head against the console and crumpled, unconscious.

A heavy silence filled the room.

"Dude!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Oh my God, you actually won a fight!" Julie grinned, eyes wide in disbelief.

Dustin immediately held up his hand, and Julie high-fived him with a laugh.

Steve, panting slightly, rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean... yeah, obviously. You know, it was just—"

Julie clapped him on the back. "Good job, Harrington. Didn't know you had that in you."

Steve smirked, regaining his composure. "Yeah, well, stick around, you might just see me take down a few more."

Dustin rolled his eyes and knelt beside the unconscious soldier, reaching for his belt.

"What are you doing?" Erica asked, arms crossed.

"Getting us our ticket out of here."

"You want to walk all the way back?"

"Oh no, we could hang out for a little bit. Relax, have a picnic maybe," Dustin quipped.

Erica shot him a deadpan look. "A picnic? We came here for the radio."

"Guys?" Robin suddenly cut in, her voice low and urgent.

They all turned toward her.

"There's something... up there." She pointed toward a metal staircase at the far end of the room, where an ominous blue glow pulsed from behind a reinforced door.

A strange silence fell over the group.

They exchanged uneasy glances before moving in unison, making their way up the stairs as quietly as possible.

Julie, leading the way, reached the door first. Heart pounding, she pressed her back against the cold metal and peeked through the small reinforced window.

Her breath hitched.

"Holy mother of pearl..." she whispered, eyes widening.

The room beyond was massive, dominated by a towering, swirling mass of electric blue energy. Suspended within an elaborate framework of machinery, the energy pulsed and twisted violently, crackling with raw power. The walls were lined with reinforced panels, while teams of scientists in protective suits monitored complex readouts and adjusted controls. The air seemed to hum with an unnatural frequency, sending an almost tangible vibration through the glass.

It wasn't just machinery.

It was a gateway.

And it was open.

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bubble-popping · 10 months ago

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day 20!! i could technically call this a cryptid c!dream au but it's only for like .5 seconds lol

If asked, Technoblade would not be able to properly describe what the hell he was looking at right now.

For context, he began noticing something was off about two weeks ago. At that point, he was well into his retirement arc, enjoying the simple pleasures of life despite the incessant voices buzzing in his mind. Farming potatoes--by hand, not leeching off the work of two dozen slav-minions, taking his time in cooking and eating his meals without care for how much saturation the food gave and instead caring for how they tasted on his tongue, and taking up some hobbies to pass the time. He tried lots of things; knitting, painting, even basket-weaving, just to name a few. Now, he didn't particularly excel at any of these things, but that wasn't the point. He loved his ill-fitting scarf of varied yarns and colors, his amateur rendition of "The Lament of Icarus," and his too-many-to-count unfinished baskets that, at the very least, could make decent firewood.

And then, of course, there were the many nights he spent curled up on his couch reading his favorite classics, a warm cup of tea at his side and the fireplace flickering with light. It was on one such night that the 'first incident,' as he dubbed it, happened.

An odd sound he'd never heard before came from his basement. He'd recently renovated it to be more of a proper storage area--and rearranged the level below it into less of a crowded, noisy place to stick imprisoned villagers. He'd ignored it at first, assuming some stray animal had wondered in to escape the cold, but then he heard the undeniable sound of one of the chests opening.

His promise to swear off violence did not extend to no-good thieves breaking into his house. The voices grew loud, enthusiastic about the potential for blood.

Techno grabbed an iron sword from a nearby chest--his netherite gear was tucked safely in the attic, reserved for only the most dire of situations--and stalked down the ladder. A single torch illuminated his immediate vicinity, but whoever was down there wisely stayed out of the light's reach. He squinted in the darkness, confusion on his expression and tension in his broad frame. His grip on the hilt tightened and his ear flicked when he heard another chest open followed by sounds of shuffling and clinking.

Slowly, silently, Techno rounded a shelf of chests and was able to make out a shape. A very strange and unfamiliar shape. Something lanky, furry, and light-colored.

"Hey!" He called, tone firm and commanding. The creature turned its head towards him. Glowing green eyes pinned him in place and stopped his voice in his throat.

Just as quickly as it realized it'd been discovered, it was gone. The chest it was searching slammed closed. Green particles floated where the thing previously occupied, dissipating into nothing.

He blinked, several times, jaw on the floor. His brain struggled to process what just happened.

"HEH!?" The voices shared his sentiment.

That was two weeks ago. Since then, he'd had a handful of other run-ins with the 'stray Ender-cat,' the title he'd decided on after witnessing its ability to teleport and propensity to scrounge for food--and Techno only assumed that because it didn't ever take anything else from his chests. (Among the other suggestions the voices gave were 'little meow meow,' 'Ranboo lite,' and 'cutie patootie pookie bear.' These were not chosen for obvious reasons.) It also exclusively came during the night, which Techno was especially peeved about because it really messed up the sleep schedule he'd been cultivating for the last couple months.

But, if he was really honest, it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would--certainly not as much as the voices did. The stray wasn't destructive or too intrusive. It only rifled through his basement storage, nothing that Techno held close to heart, and even then it hardly took much. Despite how it took more each time it visited, still Techno remained mostly indifferent.

Until this very moment where he found the overgrown cat harassing his poor bee farm, in the middle of the day. It ransacked the hives, ignorant of the furious bees buzzing in the air as it broke open yet another one of their homes to access the sweet honey inside. Although, this did provide the rare opportunity to get a good look at it. All white, all fluff, long limbs ending in sharp claws. Ears either side of its head, short, blunt horns on its crown, a thin tail with a thick tuft at the tip. With honey, grass stains, and flower petals covering it from head to toe beans? Oh gods above, his greatest weakness! And Chat's, apparently, because they were raving and cooing over the cuteness. For once he agreed with them because-

No! Techno had to focus. Adorable or not--and adorable it was--he was still appalled by its brazen actions. The gall to be so careless, so reckless, and in broad daylight! Clearly, Techno was wrong in his initial assumption that the creature was just hungry and harmless.

He cleared his throat, loudly, halting the stray mid-lick of a honeycomb. It looked to him, tail pausing from where it'd been wagging, and slowly retracted its lime green tongue, setting the comb on the ground. Well, at least it had the decency to look embarrassed. And then, like every time before, it vanished in a flurry of green particles, leaving Techno to clean up the mess.

A quick glance around revealed the extent of the damage. Only three hives had survived the attack. Thankfully, he'd caught the stray before it completely ruined every part of the farm.

It was in that moment that Techno knew he had to do something about this. (No, Chat, not adopt it.)

#dreblr #rivalsduo #dsmp fanfic #daily drabbles #bubble writes #cryptid dream

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gorgon-goddess-of-chaos · 8 months ago

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Cryptids are close enough to monsters, right?

This was written with specifically you in mind. @cookieface678

Giant!Heehoo x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 802

The cookies come out of the oven alright, the faces of the ghosts and pumpkins a little misshapen. Hopefully he won’t care much, although the only human food you’ve seen him eat is Takis. So you gather up a little boo basket of things for him, Takis and cookies included. Quite honestly, it’s mostly food you thought he’d enjoy, as the other traditional things you usually see in these things are of little use to him. What is a wild man in the forest going to do with a pumpkin spice candle and slippers that don’t fit him? You did get him a few blankets though, thinking he’d like to put them in his cave to help with the cold.

You set out on the path through the forest out the back of your place, walking by the evening sun peeking through the trees. The moment he picks up your scent, you can only laugh. He starts sprinting towards you from wherever he is, although you haven’t seen him in a while, so it’s a little warranted.

He drops down from the trees when he gets close enough, crouching down and bowing his head so you can give him his mandatory head pats. Heehoo growls happily, picking you up and placing you on his shoulder before moving towards his cave. You’ve gotten pretty good at keeping your balance up here, able to keep the basket together without anything (including yourself) falling.

When you get back to his cave, you see a wall of stolen pumpkins along one of the walls. Not smashed, but there’s no way that he’ll be able to light them to let them glow.

“Heehoo… you’re not supposed to take those.”

“Glow.”

“Yes, I know they glow. You still can’t take.”

“Glow.”

He plops down, pouting at you. There’s no way you’d be able to convince him to return all of them, or take them back yourself. He tends to wander a bit, and it’s a bit awkward to approach someone’s home going “hey sorry, my bigfoot of a boyfriend stole your pumpkin because he’s fascinated by fire”. Last time you did something similar, you were pretty sure they were gonna call the cops on you.

“Alright, I’ll drop the pumpkin thing. But no more taking! Only after Halloween!”

Heehoo grunts, agreeing begrudgingly. He does seem to stop pouting once you slide the basket towards him, watching him lift it to his nose.

“I brought you some things, these are good to eat. Noms.”

“Noms.”

He nods sagely, although unsurprisingly the first thing he pulls out is the Takis, eating them like every other time, much to your exasperation.

“Y’know if you eat them properly, you can get the powder that’s inside them too.”

“No. Lick.”

Well, you tried. Again. You start unpacking the rest of the basket for him, putting them in his food storage where they’ll stay better for longer. He just watches you as you show him all the things you brought him, excited by the blankets, but intrigued by the cookies. Intrigued enough, that he puts down his Takis to pick some up.

“Oh, I made those. I thought you’d enjoy them.”

“Pumpkin.”

“Yes! Pumpkins and ghosts. They don’t taste like either of those things though, although if you like the taste of pumpkin, I’m sure I could make you some soup or something.”

“Mmmm… soup.”

The cookies are already small to you, but to him they look microscopic. But he’s touched by the gesture, trying to take a bite of one instead of eating it all at once. It takes a bit for it to process it, savoring the flavor and deciding if he likes it. By the way he pops the rest into his mouth, you sigh with relief that he likes them.

“Alright, if you like those, you may like some of these other things I got you. This is a fancy tin of popcorn, and you can use it to store things afterwards! I was thinking after you eat it, it could be a cup for you?”

“Mm, cup. Popcorn first.”

He pops the top of the tin off once you remove the plastic, confused by the divider separating the flavors. He tries each of them, although it becomes obvious rather quickly that the kettle corn is his favorite.

“Sweet.”

“Yes, that one is sweet.”

“Like human.”

He smiles down at you, giving you one of the cookies and patting his leg for you to come sit with him. You try and refuse it, but he pouts again until you take it. You don’t have the heart right now to tell him you have more at home, but you also know that he just wants to share the happiness it’s bringing him with you.

You’re just glad he likes the cookies.

#heehoo #ua heehoo #heehoo x reader #unus annus #heehoo weewoo #paranormal egos #chaoswrites

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voraciousvore · 2 years ago

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Bucky's (2/44)

Chapter 2: Bucky

Tanya’s first instinct was to run, but she realized the futility of such an act right away. She couldn’t see a thing in the darkness, and if it were that easy to escape, the guards wouldn’t have abandoned her like they did. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she began to realize she could just barely make out steep concrete walls around her. She walked across the floor, also concrete, a long distance before she reached one of the walls. She slid her hand across it, fingering the cold, smooth surface. She wouldn’t be able climb up those solid walls without any handholds or tools.

She looked up, confused. There was no ceiling that her eyes could perceive, but she wasn’t outside. There was just infinite blackness stretching above her. Dim lighting, barely perceptible, was coming from somewhere past the wall, enabling her to see, but she wasn’t able to discern where it was coming from. She listened for sound and could make out dull, indistinct vibrations from far away. Oddly, beyond the mustiness of the air was the faint but familiar aroma of food cooking, but Tanya couldn’t identify the specific dish.

Tanya was baffled. Nothing made any sense, and she had no clue where she was. She stumbled around for a while, feeling the walls for a door or exit. Nothing. Just the deserted rail station, with the tunnels closed off with metal doors, and the concrete walls confining her in a spacious, yet fully enclosed area, with blackness all around. She felt as if she were trapped in some sort of strange dream that she couldn’t wake up from, in this unnatural and confusing space that didn’t conform to any reality she was familiar with, completely alone.

She wasn’t alone for long, however. Just as Tanya was about to sit down, not knowing what else to do, the floor and walls began to tremble around her. Tanya stiffened. At first, she thought maybe a railcar was driving through, or the tremors were from an earthquake, but then the vibrations grew more intense, more rhythmic. They had substantial weight to them, as if something incomprehensibly massive was approaching. Tanya went pale. The cadence reminded her of footsteps. But what could possibly be large enough to rattle the entire room around her?

The gap above the walls was suddenly flooded with distant light, and Tanya heard a huge door creak open. Tanya was shocked to see her holding pen of concrete was actually ensconced within a much larger room that looked like a basement or storage facility, on an impossibly grand scale. She didn’t have much time to process this realization, as she gazed up over the wall to see a colossal silhouette framed by a gigantic rectangle of light. Tanya froze and broke into a cold sweat, craning her neck back with disbelief. The shadow was the shape of a man, tall and broad, but so vast she couldn’t believe her own eyes.

The gargantuan shadow lumbered into the room, and the floor shook beneath his feet with each step. Tanya heard the heavy, masculine breathing of an enormous beast. Her heart dropped into her stomach. What she was seeing and hearing wasn’t possible. The outline of a mammoth arm reached up to the ceiling, and a bulb like the sun was illuminated as the cord hanging from it clicked it on. Tanya stared up in horror as the great shadow was finally illuminated in full detail.

She was gazing up at a Giant—a man of cosmic stature, hundreds of feet tall, towering above her like a living mountain. He was not only ridiculously tall but also wide, with a prodigious girth and a round, ruddy face. He was dressed strangely, in crisp white pants and a vest red as blood over a short-sleeved white shirt, with a nametag pinned to his chest that read “Bucky.” The concrete walls penning her in barely reached above his ankles.

The Giant crouched down, careful not to touch his knees to the ground and soil his spotless white pants. The sight of the enormous man surging down closer to her level, waxing larger, made Tanya fall on her backside and cower in terror. She scooted back to the nearest wall and clawed at it helplessly, even though logically she was aware of how futile her efforts to get away were. She was hopelessly trapped. The Giant observed her with a thin smirk of amusement, resting one of his large meaty hands on top of the wall.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled in a booming voice, ominous as thunder. “Another attractive female. Interesting!” He reached his immense hand out toward Tanya, with fingers longer and thicker than her entire body stretching out from a chubby palm that could entirely engulf her. Tanya screamed and covered her face with her arms as the Giant hand filled her vision. Her cry of terror was cut off as the hand closed around her, and Tanya felt herself being lifted up a staggering distance off the ground.

The hand opened, and Tanya found herself distressingly close to the Giant’s enormous moonlike face. He had a wide mouth with thin lips, a blonde mustache, a big rounded nose resembling a mushroom, and sapphire eyes situated close together on his face. A thinning layer of blond hair covered his dome, and his whole expansive visage was a sanguine shade. Tanya shivered as those huge, sparkling blue eyes examined her with interest. With nowhere to run or hide, she shrank back into the curve of his fingers. She feared falling out of his hand to her death almost as much as the Giant himself.

The Giant turned her over in his hands, pinched her limbs between his fingers, and prodded her in various spots on her body. He moved with efficient skill, checking her like livestock about to be butchered. Tanya was too scared to move, lest he inadvertently rip one of her arms off or crush her bones. His brow furrowed and he clucked his tongue with mild disapproval.

“Hmmm… you’re a bit thinner than I would like,” he rumbled, sending a tremor through the woman. “Most of the time customers prefer humans with a little more meat on their bones. Although it’s a bit difficult to tell with that prison garb.” He picked at the fabric of her orange jumpsuit and with a swift and shockingly strong motion ripped the cloth open like tissue paper all the way down the length of the outfit. He pulled Tanya out of the clothing and carelessly tossed it away, stripping her down to her bra and panties. Tanya blushed, mortified, and reflexively covered her breasts with a startled gasp. While she wasn’t especially fond of the prison wear, she felt very uncomfortable and exposed without it before the Giant man.

He forced her arms apart with the tip of his index finger, with as minimal effort as brushing away a strand of hair, and gazed upon her flesh, squinting slightly. Tanya was a woman naturally blessed with beauty. She had caramel-colored skin, curly dark hair, tawny eyes, and a beauty mark on her cheek. She was tall and slender, with long limber limbs.

“Not bad. Not bad at all,” the Giant mumbled. Tanya averted her gaze, embarrassed by the unwelcome attention. His wide mouth cracked into a disturbing grin, exposing his craggy yellow teeth. “Now it’s time to see if your taste matches your lovely looks.”

Tanya was not expecting this development. She expelled a cry of terror and recoiled back, but she was helpless to resist as the Giant stuffed her through his lips and into his gigantic maw with his fat sausage fingers. The poor woman was swiftly drenched with saliva as the Giant curled his massive tongue around her half-naked body, tasting her. She thrashed inside the suffocating mass of hot, wet flesh all around her. He hummed in his throat with pleasure in response to her succulent flavor.

“Mmmmmm… very good,” he rumbled with his mouth full. “I’m almost tempted to just eat you up right now.” He spit her back out into his hand, a gossamer strand of drool trailing from her foot to his lower lip. Tanya curled up into a ball and shivered, too shocked and scared to do anything else. “But it’s the dinner rush right now, and we’re a bit short on human fodder at the moment. You’ll do nicely.”

He cleared his throat and gave her a formal greeting. “Welcome to Bucky’s. I’m Bucky, obviously. You will do as I say, or else I’ll gobble you up and that’ll be the end of it. Understand?” Tanya was too overwhelmed to answer. Bucky frowned and jostled his hand to rouse her.

“O-okay!” Tanya cried, gripping one of his thick fingers desperately so she wouldn’t fall off his hand. Bucky smirked.

“Whatever your name is now, it’s dead to you. Your new name is Patty. Like a hamburger patty, get it?” He snickered at his own lame pun. “Customers like it when their human entrees have food-themed names. Whets the appetite.” He grinned.

Tanya gulped. “Customers? Appetite?” she squeaked. She had a lot of questions, but was too frightened to vocalize anything more than repeating Bucky’s words like a parrot. She didn’t even bother to protest at the cheeky name change.

Bucky cocked an eyebrow. “You know where you are, don’t you?” Tanya shook her head, mouth agape. Bucky guffawed. “They didn’t tell you? Oh, those rapscallions! They grow more devious by the day!” He sneered down at her, making her tremble at the bloodthirsty gleam in his sapphire eye. “Well, I don’t know how the screwed-up justice system over there on the human side of the city tricked you into it, but you’re my property now.” He leaned closer to her, making her wince as his hot, sour breath washed over her. “I’m a restaurant owner. And you’re a delicious food ingredient for a dish that will fill the belly of a hungry Giant.”

Tanya felt a jolt of electricity through her heart at this statement. She was terrified, but her desire for survival finally unglued her mouth. “WHAT?” she shrieked shrilly. “You can’t feed me to one of your Giant customers! I have rights, dang it! You can’t do this to me!” She pummeled the palm of his hand with her fists in defiance.

Bucky scoffed at her, amused by her futile little tantrum. “Rights? Yeah, right!” He laughed, a thundering belly laugh that caused Tanya—“Patty”—to lose her balance in his hand. “Get real, Patty! You’re on the Giant side of the city now. You belong to me. You don’t have rights. Your life has been sold away by your wonderful government. Sold to me, your new owner.”

Tanya stared up at him in horror. “No… it can’t be…” Her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t want to die…” Her life had gone to hell in a handbasket in record time, but that didn’t mean she was ready to give up. To have struggled through twenty-five years of life, only to meet an abrupt, vicious, pointless end in the stomach of a Giant, was more than she could bear. Yet, she couldn’t see any way out of her predicament. She was trapped in Bucky’s palm, suspended hundreds of feet off the ground. She had nowhere to run, couldn’t fight back at her puny size. She was in serious peril.

She collapsed to her knees and clasped her hands together in a pathetic display of supplication. “Please, spare me!” she begged. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I was wrongly convicted! I’m not supposed to be here!” She stared skyward into Bucky’s huge round face above her with an imploring look.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Like I care,” he remarked. He reached his huge arm up, clicked off the overhead light, and trudged out of the room, closing his hand into a fist around the helpless, crying human.

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

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High-Performance Polycarbonate Sheet in Tirunelveli: The Smart Choice for Industrial Roofing

When it comes to durable roofing solutions for factories, warehouses, and industrial buildings, more business owners in South Tamil Nadu are turning to the best polycarbonate sheet in Tirunelveli. With exceptional strength, UV resistance, and flexibility, polycarbonate sheets are an ideal alternative to traditional plastic or metal roofs. If you’re searching for polycarbonate sheets near me or need cost-effective, long-lasting plastic roof sheets, this comprehensive guide will walk you through everything you need to know.

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Retort Pouches Market Drivers Influencing Growth Across Food, Beverage, and Healthcare Packaging Sectors

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Discover the Best Walnuts Brand in India – VALENCY AGRO Pvt Ltd

India's dry fruit market is booming, with demand for premium-quality walnuts consistently rising among health-conscious consumers and businesses alike. If you're seeking the Best Walnuts Brand in India, look no further than VALENCY AGRO Pvt Ltd. As a trusted name in the agri-commodity sector, VALENCY AGRO stands out with its unwavering commitment to quality, consistency, and customer satisfaction.

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Boosts immunity and helps regulate metabolism

Used widely in bakery, confectionery, and culinary industries

With rising awareness around healthy eating and plant-based diets, the demand for high-quality walnuts is growing rapidly, making it crucial for businesses to source from only the Best Walnuts Brand in India.

VALENCY AGRO – A Name Synonymous with Quality

VALENCY AGRO Pvt Ltd has earned its reputation through consistent quality, customer-centric operations, and sustainable business practices. Here's what makes VALENCY AGRO a top choice:

Premium-Grade Walnuts

Carefully sourced from high-altitude regions with optimal climate

Uniform size, shape, and color to meet international standards

Available in multiple grades: Inshell, Kernel, Halves, and Broken

Hygienically processed, cleaned, and packed

Trusted by Wholesale and Retail Buyers

With years of experience in the dry fruits industry, VALENCY AGRO is recognized among the Best Walnuts Suppliers in India. Their client base includes:

Retail chain stores

Import-export houses

Nutraceutical and health food companies

Supermarkets and hypermarkets

Online food sellers and e-commerce platforms

State-of-the-Art Processing Facilities

As one of the Best Walnuts Manufacturers in India, VALENCY AGRO owns advanced processing units that ensure:

Minimal human contact during handling

High-speed sorting and grading

Stringent quality control systems

Vacuum-sealed and bulk packaging options

What Sets VALENCY AGRO Apart from the Competition

Choosing a walnut supplier is about more than just price — it’s about quality, consistency, service, and long-term value. Here’s why VALENCY AGRO is the Best Walnuts Brand in India for B2B buyers:

Consistent Product Quality

Zero-compromise approach to quality

Batch-wise testing for purity, freshness, and nutritional value

No preservatives, chemicals, or artificial polish used

Reliable Supply Chain

Robust logistics and timely delivery across India

Adequate stock maintenance to meet urgent orders

Cold storage facilities to retain freshness throughout the year

Customer-Centric Services

Dedicated account managers for wholesale clients

Flexible pricing models for bulk orders

Regular updates on seasonal availability and pricing

Wide Range of Walnuts to Suit Every Business Need

Whether you're looking for bulk purchases or customized packing, VALENCY AGRO offers a range of walnut products:

Walnut Kernels (Halves & Quarters) – Ideal for bakeries and health food brands

Inshell Walnuts – Popular in wholesale and retail markets

Light and Amber Walnuts – Sorted based on shell color preference

Customized Packaging – Available in 1 kg, 5 kg, 10 kg, or custom bulk sizes

Each variety is crafted to serve different customer segments, from gourmet retailers to food processing units, making VALENCY AGRO one of the Best Walnuts Suppliers in India.

Commitment to Food Safety and Certifications

Trust and transparency are essential when choosing the Best Walnuts Brand in India. VALENCY AGRO holds all the necessary certifications and adheres to international food safety standards:

FSSAI licensed

ISO 22000:2018 certified

HACCP-compliant operations

Regular third-party audits and quality checks

These credentials offer assurance that the walnuts you receive meet the highest hygiene and safety standards, suitable for both domestic and international trade.

Serving Diverse B2B Needs Across India

As one of the Best Walnuts Manufacturers in India, VALENCY AGRO proudly serves a wide B2B customer base, including:

Retail Chains: Get consistent quality stock for shelves

Distributors: Partner with a reliable supplier for long-term growth

Importers: Source premium Indian walnuts at competitive rates

Food Brands: Get custom walnut grades to match product recipes

Export Houses: Receive ready-to-export packaging and documentation

Their flexibility in fulfilling large and customized orders makes them a go-to choice for dry fruit businesses looking to scale.

Testimonials from Satisfied Clients

Here’s what some B2B clients have to say about working with VALENCY AGRO:

“VALENCY AGRO has been our primary walnut supplier for over two years. Their quality and service are unmatched.” — Distributor, Mumbai

“We appreciate the prompt delivery and transparent pricing. The product packaging is ideal for our retail customers.” — Dry Fruit Retailer, Hyderabad

“Their customized walnut grades have made a big difference in our product quality.” — Bakery Chain Owner, Delhi

How to Partner with VALENCY AGRO for Bulk Walnut Orders

If you're seeking the Best Walnuts Brand in India for your business, VALENCY AGRO is ready to serve your needs with professionalism and integrity.

Why Choose VALENCY AGRO?

Superior quality and wide variety of walnuts

Reliable supply chain and on-time delivery

Competitive wholesale pricing

Transparent dealings and flexible MOQs

Dedicated support team for B2B clients

Contact VALENCY AGRO Pvt Ltd Today

Unlock the benefits of partnering with the Best Walnuts Brand in India. Join hundreds of satisfied businesses that trust VALENCY AGRO Pvt Ltd for their walnut supply needs.

Whether you're a distributor, importer, retailer, or manufacturer, you deserve a walnut supplier that delivers on every promise.

Choose excellence. Choose consistency. Choose VALENCY AGRO Pvt Ltd — one of the Best Walnuts Suppliers in India and the Best Walnuts Manufacturers in India.

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