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hyunsvngs · 1 year ago

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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - han jisung x gn!afab reader (side lee minho x gn!afab reader)

wc: 5.6k

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: best friends fuckin, gender neutral pronouns used but reader is afab, jisung being stupid, minho being slay, smut warnings under the cut!

synopsis: after spending a night with the man of your dreams, your best friend won’t look you in the eyes or reply to your texts. what did you do wrong? nothing - he just wants you.

a/n: part two of the fratboy series!! i really hope you guys enjoy this one bc bratty ji means so much to me :D

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sw: ji is a brat, reader is dom in this one, READER IS MEAN (JISUNG LOVES IT), face slapping, oral (reader rec), dirty talk, degradation (ji rec), pussy drunk!jisung, cum eating, slight edging (both)?

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You woke up the next morning feeling incredibly satiated, for once in your life. Minho had managed to fulfill a lot of kinks that you didn’t even know you had, realistically, and you praised yourself for being so dumb to announce that you wanted to be his sex slave last night. The dominant man had given you more than enough attention, and you knew you’d want to come back for more.

Waking up in Minho’s bed didn't feel strange, weirdly enough. He’d headed out early, and left you a little plate consisting of a tall glass of water and a snack with a note saying that he had to leave for his shift at work, and that he was sorry. You grinned at the note. He was courteous enough to do that even after fucking your brains out the night before. You’d eaten the snack - a simple assortment of fruits - and downed the water, before heading home for the day.

After a shower and a clean outfit a lot more casual than what you’d worn the night before, you felt fresh and ready. Well, as fresh and ready as you could be considering you’d tried to phone and text your best friend multiple times since leaving the frat house and he’d literally been ignoring you.

You blinked down at your phone, seeing another text sent by you to Jisung that had simply been left on read. You’d even tried to phone him, but he’d let it go straight to the answering machine. After the third ‘this is legendary rapper J.One, spit bars after the beep’, your patience had run thin. You were confused, obviously, because what the fuck had you done to bother him so much? He was fine with you sleeping with Minho last night, and he honestly had no right to be angry about it when him and Felix had been so fucking persistent about it. Speaking of, you wondered if the resident sunshine had any idea what you’d done to the other member of your triad.

You quickly went onto the contacts app, clicking Felix’s name that was fortunately close to the top, given your late night group FaceTimes with Jisung. He answered almost immediately.

“Hey, angel. What’s up?”

You blanched. You hadn’t gotten this far in your plan. “Hey, Lix. I was just wondering, um… have I done something to annoy Jisung? He’s like, completely leaving me on read when I text him and he’s refusing to answer any calls.”

Felix went silent at the end of the line. “Oh, right. Yeah.”

“... What does that mean?”

“His room is next to Minho’s, you know, and he was in bed when you fucked Minho. He woke up not too long after you put him to bed,” his deep voice was anything but comforting. “He heard everything.”

“Oh. Okay. Why is this a problem?” You three knew everything and anything about each other, and you’d literally exposed your undying lust for his older frat brother the night before. What’s the big deal? Also, given the state Jisung was in last night, you were honestly shocked he remembered hearing anything, let alone actually waking up. You’d actually thought he’d be out for the count, sleeping all day and nursing a horrific hangover after too many of his Hanji Supremes.

“Well, you know Ji. He’s insanely horny. It turned him on and now he’s terrified to look into your eyes because he’s thinking about it.”

Oh. Oh. He was thinking about you and Minho? Was it Minho he was focused on, or you? You went silent on the line, and after a few times of Felix repeating your name to get your attention, you finally answered.

“Right. Right, yeah. That makes sense. Thanks for clearing that up, Lix,” you replied, still quiet. You weren’t too sure how to address it. “What do I do?”

Felix’s deep chuckle resounded over your tinny phone speakers. “Apart from fucking him senseless, I don’t think anything else could help him here unfortunately.”

You raised your eyebrows. Had you thought about that before, fucking your best friend? Of course you had. You were no stranger to Jisung’s sexual preferences in bed, knowing that he liked to be a brat and be treated a little meanly by someone powerful. ‘A little’ being an understatement, actually. It was something you were no stranger to, and honestly, you knew that if you ever wanted no-strings-attached sex, it would be Jisung you’d go to. No thought needed on that one. You knew Felix was probably joking, but it was making you think on the topic. Could you do it? Could you fuck your best friend?

Yeah. Yeah, you could. It had you wondering if Minho would mind, but you quickly shook that thought out of your head. You’re not together. You can have a bit of no-strings-attached sex with your friend.

You hummed, nodding. “Okay. I can do that.”

“W-Wait, Y/N, I was-” You hung up the line, a determined set to your jaw. You were gonna go to that frat house and find out what the fuck had gotten up Jisung’s ass - if Felix was right, then he was going to have the time of his life. If he was wrong, then you had another situation to solve, which would be no problem. You had some weird feeling that Felix was right, though.

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You arrived at the frat house, narrowing your eyes at the front door. Something about it seemed so offending to you. The fact that one of your two best friends was in there right now, wallowing in loathe and hatred for you just because he wanted you to be mean to him? You could do that. You knew that you could be a little mean. You also knew that you were making some vast assumptions. You swung open the door, not caring about knocking, and started to storm up the stairs to Jisung’s room.

“Damn, Y/N, back for more already-” You ignored Seungmin’s quip as you stormed up the stairs, and swung open Jisung’s bedroom door. It was messy, as usual, clothes strewn everywhere that were probably both dirty and clean. Random cans of pop were sitting on his desk and his skateboard was propped up against the wall, looking like it had seen better days. His bed wasn’t even made. You resisted the urge to chastise him on the mess and instead stared straight at his sitting figure, hunched over the desk staring at his laptop, his large over-ear headphones resting on his head. The music production major hadn’t even noticed you’d come in, head bobbing to the beat blasting through the headphones. He was in work mode.

Fuck work mode. You stormed over, ripping the dark blue headphones off his head and throwing them onto the desk. He turned to you, round eyes immediately widening further and jaw dropping slightly. His cheeks had already begun to burn crimson. You felt a bit bad, sighing at his facial expression. You were becoming soft already. “Sungie, honey, what’s wrong? What did I do?”

“I-” Jisung stared at you. He was unable to form words, tugging at the sleeves of his oversized black hoodie. “Nothing. I didn’t expect- why- you’re here?”

You raised your eyebrows. You weren’t too convinced that Felix was right anymore, with Jisung being a ball of nerves and anxiety in front of your very eyes. You immediately started rambling, unable to stop yourself. “Yes, I’m here, because my best friend was leaving my texts on seen and wasn’t picking up my calls. Which you never do, you can’t ever shut the fuck up. You can’t blame me for thinking I’ve done something wrong here, Sungie. You didn’t seem to mind last night, and I’m sorry if I made it weird by sleeping with Minho, but-”

“N-No!” Jisung stammered out. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his joggers, before throwing his head in his hands and sighing. He looked about five seconds away from kicking out his feet and screaming. “Not done anything wrong. You haven’t, I mean. I have.”

You were no stranger to Jisung when he was like this, stumbling over words and not able to get his point across. You sat cross legged on the floor in front of him, just patiently waiting, speaking with a soft voice. “Just tell me, Sungie. Is it something we can fix?”

“Yeah. No. Yeah. Okay. Maybe. Like, so… you’re gonna think I’m a freak.”

“I always think you’re a freak, Jisung.”

Jisung scoffed, flicking your forehead. He spun on the computer chair to face you. “Shut up. Do you want to know or not?” You nodded eagerly, resting your hands on his knees. He looked at your hands as if they’d offended him, as if they’d framed him for murder or something. “I- I- Okay. Okay! Haha. Yeah. Okay, so basically, I heard you and Minho last night. Room’s next door, y’know?”

You pursed your lips. “Makes sense. Thin walls.”

“Thin walls,” Jisung agreed, nodding. He looked dazed, eyes fixating on the wall behind you. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands in hesitation. “It’s just- you know. Minho was mean.”

“Y-Yeah.” You tried to avoid thinking of last night with Minho as if it hadn’t plagued your dreams afterwards anyway. In reality, you were getting sick of this conversation. Surely he could give you a little more here? You weren’t a mind reader.

“Yeah. He was mean. I guess it… yeah, okay, it turned me on. I wanted to be… like that,” Jisung mumbled. He was still staring at the wall, but his eyes were narrower, as if he was really focusing on something. Probably the memory of what he’d heard. “Not like Minho. I wanted to be like you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You… wanted to be like me? With Minho? That’s okay, Jisung-”

“No!” He practically screamed, jolting up off the chair. He started to pace, running his hands through his hair even more, before shaking his head. He pointed at you with an incriminating stare. “Well, I wouldn’t be opposed. But I was thinking of you as Minho, and me as you. You get me?”

You almost gasped out loud. So, Felix was right. “Y-You want me to be… mean to you, Jisung?”

Jisung stopped pacing. He was almost vibrating with nerves and excitement. “I- Yeah. Yeah, I do. I know it’s weird, because you’re my best friend, but I-”

You found yourself speaking before you’d even planned on saying anything. “Did that get you all hot last night, Sungie? Did you jerk off hearing me and Minho, and wishing it was me being nasty to you?”

Jisung blinked. For a moment, you thought you’d gone too far, and his round eyes simply stared directly into your soul. You began to speak, to apologize, to say anything to diffuse the tension, but Jisung was shifting on his spot, jumping from foot to foot. He started pulling at his joggers, lithe fingers yanking the fabric every which way and- oh.

Oh. He was hard. Painfully so.

It hit you then, how much you wanted your best friend. You’d always been attracted to him, you weren’t blind, but you’d always strictly put each other in the friendzone. Maybe some friendly fun could be okay? It was convincing when he stood in front of you, all messy chestnut hair and pouty lips that begged to be kissed, maybe even bitten. He was pitching what looked like a very uncomfortable tent in his joggers, sweater paws pulling at the cotton uncomfortably.

You let out a breath of air, staring at his bulge. If you squinted just right, you could probably see the definition of it. “… J-Ji, do you want to…?”

“God, Y/N, please.” With those words, you shot up from your seated position and pushed him up against the wall, his back hitting it with an almost silent thud. He gripped your shirt immediately, clenching his fingers tight around the cotton and looking as if he was going to burst out of his own skin at the anticipation. You slammed your lips together, teeth clacking and making the kiss not at all friendly but the whine Jisung let out was worth it. You could smell his cologne, something that smelled faintly of flowers but still so Jisung.

He breathed heavily into the kiss as you pressed your tongue into his mouth, using one hand to reach up and pull on his hair softly. He whined again at this, hips just barely moving forward from the wall in an attempt to gain friction. Desperate, you mused, and the revelation didn’t shock you at all. You pressed your body further against his, pinning him against the wall covered in miscellaneous rap posters and hearing the paper crinkle behind him. You pulled away from the kiss, just letting your head stay close to his so that your wet lips were still brushing against his pouty ones to tease him. It worked - he looked like he was about to die if you didn’t kiss him again.

Tentatively, you took your hand from his hair and moved it downwards to wrap around his neck, squeezing the sides. You could feel his heartbeat, quick and heavy against your fingertips. His cheeks were flaming, bright crimson and his chest heaving underneath the thick fabric of his hoodie.

“P-Please. Please, I- Been good, I’ve not been bad, not been a bad boy-“ You huffed at his babbling, shoving your free hand down his joggers. When meeting the lack of boxers, you laughed internally. It was just so Jisung to work on music with no underwear on. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had nothing under his hoodie either.

You tightened your fingers in a ring around the base of his length instantly, brushing past the smattering of dark hair on his pubic bone. He was thick, heavy in your hand and absolutely pulsing with need. He instantly let out a rather high pitched moan and writhed, trying to fuck into the tight ring you’d created around his cock. “You’ve not been bad, huh? Explain to me why such a good boy was jerking off to his best friends fucking last night then, Sungie.”

Jisung writhed, hands flying up to grip your shoulders. You started to jerk him off at a languid pace, taking your time and staring into his eyes. He looked like he was trying to answer, brain running a hundred miles per second but no words came out of his mouth, only incoherent babbles. You raised your eyebrows mockingly. “Good boys fucking answer when they’re asked a question.”

Jisung simply blinked at you, unabashed moans still tumbling out from his dropped jaw. His eyes were darting between your hand, still moving at a slow pace, and your eyes, soft but menacing. You tore your hand away, his fingers immediately digging into your shoulders in protest.

“N-No! No, didn’t- I didn’t mean to, was just- hnng.” He was struggling to get his words out, toes curling in his socks against the carpeted floor and his eyes watering with tears. “Please. ‘M so hard, Y/N, please. Fuckin’- make me cum, Jesus-”

“I know you’re fucking hard, obviously I can see that. It’s pathetic,” you scoffed. “Get on the bed. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

The doe-eyed boy nodded frantically, throwing himself onto the bed. He sat down, gripping at the hem of his sweatpants.

“Off. Take ‘em off,” he mumbled, staring up at you with a glint in his eye. Oh, he was doing this shit deliberately, wasn’t he? Why couldn’t he just take them off himself? “Please?”

“Fucking brat,” you muttered. You were in disbelief, in all honesty. Your best friend was a slut. It almost made you imagine what Felix was like in bed, if he’d be good for you or if he’d be an absolute brat like Jisung, or maybe he’d want you to be good for him like Minho did. You leaned forward, gripping his cheeks between your thumb and your index finger. His cheeks squished together comically, but he was still looking at you expectantly. You almost folded when you realized. “You want me to slap you?”

“Fucking- yes,” He groaned, trying to nod frantically, your fingers preventing him from doing so. You pulled your hand back, reaching back and delivering a slap to his round cheek. He immediately reeled with the sensation, bucking his hips up into thin air. “O-Oh. Yeah. Harder, harder, hit me harder-“

“You are so fucked up,” you said, in full shock. Your eyes were wide but you tried to hide it, shaking your head and sighing. You gave him another firm slap to his cheek, the same one, making him whine. “You are so fucked up, Jisung. You like being slapped in the face?”

He looked up at you, a stupid grin on his face. His cheek was smarting red from the abuse. “You’re even more fucked up. You like slapping me-“

You pushed him down by his shoulders, yanking his joggers off with one hand and keeping your other hand on his upper body to keep him still. He immediately yanked at the fabric of his hoodie, and you sighed, releasing your grip on him for him to pull that off too.

Immediately, planes of milky skin were exposed to you, the hinting of abs underneath his skin from gym nights with Changbin making you feel like you could drool. His cock laid hard against his tummy, hard and leaking amidst the hair adorning his pubic region. He was so fucking shameless. He was getting off from you hurting him, and being mean to him, and he didn’t give a fuck about it.

Jisung smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth. He leaned up on his forearms. “Like what you see?”

“Oh my God, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Jisung shook his head at your words, still smiling. You rolled your eyes, pulling your t-shirt and sports bra off with ease and revealing your chest. His eyes immediately went down to the exposed skin, his smile dropping. It was your turn to smile. “Maybe if you’d have been good, I’d let you have them in your mouth. But no. You’re just fucking filthy, Jisung.”

Jisung looked up at you, chest heaving and flushed with a deep blush similar to the shocking color on his cheek. He’d started to shift around impatiently against his messy bedding. “Filthy. ‘M- Yeah. Yeah. I am. Sit on my cock now,” You narrowed your eyes at him writhing on the sheets. “Please?”

You scoffed. You wiggled your own joggers off, leaving your underwear covering your core. “You think it’s that easy? Not everyone gets as turned on as you so fucking fast. No, I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna at least try to put those lips to good use. It’s the only thing that’ll make you shut the fuck up.”

Jisung let out a squeal as you crawled up onto the bed, shuffling on your knees until your clothed core was right above his lips. He immediately latched his lips onto your clit, soaking the fabric with his spit while he sucked hard. His hands went up to your ass, gripping tightly - you allowed him to have that small success.

He was a lot more precise than you’d expected, licking over and over again at the fabric until it was sodden and practically falling off of your core. Maybe it was due to his rapper tongue. You’d been trying not to let out noises all the way through, simply letting out some pleased sighs and gasps when his tongue flicked a certain way. The fabric was restricting though, not allowing you to feel his tongue properly.

“There you go, that’s good enough. You can move it to the side now baby,” Jisung nodded between your legs, slender fingers coming to hook into the hem of your underwear and revealing your core. You were briefly shocked he’d even listened to you. It had, admittedly, become wet all from you making out and touching his cock a little earlier, but you’d never admit it if you were to keep up this persona that he so desperately craved. He whined at tasting you properly, wide licks cleaning up the mess between your folds and making your thighs twitch at the sensation.

He was moaning into your core, shifting his hips up as if he was chasing your hole when it wasn’t even above his cock. You heard him mumbling something in between licks and you lifted off, allowing him to speak.

“Just- Just, please, sit on my cock. Please. Look’it,” Jisung’s lips were covered in a clear sheen from your pussy, his eyes wet with tears. He looked thoroughly broken. He hadn’t even made you cum yet, you mused, but in a moment of relent you lifted yourself off of his face and turned to look at his cock. It did look pathetic, actually, laying against his tummy in a pool of dribbling precum and steadily still leaking more. His hands went to grip the sheets, trying to avoid pumping his cock. You felt for him, just a bit, because you didn’t think you had ever seen a cock that wet in your life.

“Oh, baby, look at that,” you falsely cooed, dragging your fingers down to pick up some of the precum on his soft skin. He whined, nodding at your words. You pressed a finger into your mouth, watching Jisung stare at you intently while you hummed at the taste. It didn’t taste of much, just with a bit of a salty aftertaste. “That’s pathetic. Look at all that going to waste, huh?”

“‘S not- Can’t help it,” Jisung mumbled. You’d officially broken him, you thought. Gone was his bratty behavior and it was replaced with watering, big brown eyes and a quivering pouty bottom lip. “Need your pussy. It’s so wet, I know you need it too, I-“

You pressed your finger into the pool of precum again, coating your index and middle finger and pressing it into Jisung’s mouth to effectively shut him up. He moaned around your fingers, tongue swirling around the pads as if he was sucking a cock. You laughed in disbelief, shaking your head.

“Now that’s fucking filthy. Do you like tasting your own cum? That’s pathetic, Sungie,” Jisung moaned at your words, vibrating around your fingers in his mouth. He started to try to babble around your digits, making you pull your hand away from his face.

He licked his lips, panting. “Not cum. Haven’t cummed. It’s just wet ‘cause I need you to sit on it, ‘kay?” You sighed, acting disappointed.

“Hmm, I guess I could have some mercy. You gotta make me cum though, Sungie, or you’re not cumming. Does that sound okay to you?” You shimmied off your underwear, dumping it on the floor next to his clothes.

“Yeah! Yeah! I can make you cum, yep! You just gotta- it’s- sit on it, I mean, will fill you up-“ You moved again, straddling his hips and resting your hands on the hints of his abs, soft skin beneath your palms. You lowered your now naked core over his length, solid and hot in between your folds. You started grinding along his dick, and Jisung looked fit to burst. “Are you- please! I can’t take it anymore, ugh!”

You shook your head. “Fucking brat. Beg.”

“Yeah, please, fuck please! Please, please need your pussy on my cock, please. I know I don’t deserve it, I know I’ve been bad,” Jisung spoke all in one breath, leaning up on his forearms to look at you. Your teasing had now caused fat tears to actually fall from his eyes, making you feel a bit bad. Maybe you had wound him up enough. “Shouldn’t have- shouldn’t have cum to you and Minho, I know, but you- could hear you moaning and I-“

You cut him off, raising a little to grip his length and sinking down onto it in one go. You shut your eyes, clenching them tightly while you adjusted to the size that was now pulsing against your walls. He was thick. The angle made sure that he was stretching out your hole perfectly, not too much to be uncomfortable. It made you let out a pleased sigh. You hadn’t had this privilege with Minho, just sitting there and letting yourself adjust, but then you’d loved it-

Before you could begin moving, Jisung flipped you over, beginning to thrust into you frantically. You jolted at the movement, letting out a loud moan. “Jesus- Jisung!”

“S-Sorry, sorry, no- I need to, fucking hell- gotta cum,” he was fucking into you at a quick pace, babbling about how good you felt around him. He’d grabbed your hips, pulling you up to meet his thrusts while he just used you as his fucktoy, eyes rolling back into his head.

“Y-You filthy fucking boy, look at you. Give you a bit of pussy and you get all fucking delirious, it’s p-pathetic,” You managed to get out. Jisung let out a loud moan at that, hips faltering. “Can’t even fuck me right, can you?”

“Yeah! I can, I can, I’ve had loads of pussy,” Jisung mumbled, shifting his hips a little bit to try and get a better angle. He was working hard to please you, and in all honesty it did feel really good, but he was clearly getting off on being told otherwise. With an extra shift of the angle inside of you, he was pounding into your g-spot, making you falter and groan out loudly. “There. There! Told you, can make- oh fuck- can make it feel good- hnnnnng!”

You could feel the slick slide of his cock into your pussy, thrusting in and out and him moaning louder as he felt it get wetter with your arousal. It was dirty, extremely messy especially as you both worked together, thrusting against each other desperately for release. You gripped his biceps, fingers digging into the muscles as moans started to fall out of your mouth unabashedly.

“Oh God, baby, my baby, gonna cum-“

“Sungie, Sungie, wait, let me…” you reached down with two fingers and started to rub against your clit, thighs twitching with pleasure. You rubbed fast and quick, merciless as you tried to reach your orgasm with your best friend. His thrusts were staccato, uneven, but you rubbing your clit made up for any lost pleasure in the change of tempo.

You quickly felt your high fast approaching, biting up your spine with the energy of a supernova. Domming Jisung like this had turned you on beyond belief, and finally having him put some effort into fucking you - well, you knew it wouldn’t take long. Your fingers were slipping as they rubbed across your bundle of nerves, but you pressed harder into the button and let the ecstasy overtake you.

Your toes curled as you finally let go. You bit into your lip to try not to moan out too loud, but small moans and whimpers still left your mouth at the intense feeling. Jisung had surprisingly hung on to the edge, watching you intently as you came and slowing his hips to a slow grind so that he didn’t cum inside you. You let your hand fall to the side as your orgasm finally subsided, chest heaving and bottom lip bitten raw.

Jisung pulled out, pumping his cock erratically. His breath was heavy, whines falling out as he used your cum as lubricant to let himself orgasm. “Baby, where do I..?”

You smiled. “Can do it on my tits if you want, Sungie.”

He moaned loudly at this, shuffling up to press his cockhead between your tits. It slid around messily with yours and his combined juices, but he quickly started grinding it down against your skin. It only took one, two, three thrusts before ropes of hot cum were flooding from his tip and even landing on your chin, making you stifle a giggle. He was loud, whining and sobbing through his orgasm as if you’d just given him the best thing he’s ever received in his life. You probably had.

He rubbed his thumb over his cockhead, finishing his orgasm before slumping to your side.

“Fuckin’ wow. That was so good, oh my God. You’re totally such a good Dom, like what the fuck!”

You huffed. He really does never shut the fuck up, does he? “Ji, maybe stop talking and get me a towel?”

“Oh! Oh, right, yeah. Totally. I gotchu,” He shot you finger guns before hopping up off the bed, totally not bothered by being fully naked in front of you. He grabbed a small face towel from his drawer - it was surprisingly clean - and came over to you, wiping you delicately. You felt touched that he’d actually wiped you clean. It was Jisung, after all. It wouldn’t have shocked you if he’d licked it up. He stood up afterwards, wiping his now soft cock with a clean part of the towel.

You groaned as you heard your phone chime with a new text, leaning over to grab it from the pocket of your trousers on the floor. Your heart almost stopped beating.

It was Minho. Apparently, his shift had ended, and he’d texted you with a quick ‘come to my room when you’re done’. You gasped. Jisung quickly ushered around the bed with the de facto cum towel to read your phone over your shoulder.

“Oh shit. You totally got in trouble for fucking your best friend.”

You slapped him on the shoulder. “Shut up, Jisung!” You looked back to the text message, and typed a quick ‘sure’. You blushed, anxiety mounting in your stomach. “I hope he’s not mad.”

“Doubt he will be,” Jisung chirped, pulling a clean pair of boxers on. “Your high sex drive and thing for frat boys hasn’t gone unnoticed by any of us, Y/N. He knew what he was getting into by ruining that pussy-“

“Jisung, I hate you. Why did I fuck you again?”

“Because you wanted to see me cry.”

You huffed, pushing past him to put your clothes back on. Your hair was mussed up, and you knew you smelled of sex. Trying to push that thought aside, you quickly shoved your socks back on before going to make out the door.

“Hey!” You turned around to face Jisung. He didn’t even look sheepish, standing there with his hands on his hips and tapping his foot. “Got anything to say to me?”

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a quick “love you, Ji” before leaving his room. You heard him sing-song an affirmation back to you, but you were already making your way into Minho’s room, not bothering to lock the door.

He was laying on his back, dressed more comfortably after work and with his laptop propped in his lap. You tried not to die just looking at him. Minho turned to you upon entry, raising an eyebrow. “Have fun?”

You hopped from foot to foot. “Y-You’re not…?”

“Mad? Why would I be?” Minho shoved his laptop off of his lap. He sat up, stretching nonchalantly before looking at you again. “You thought I’d be mad because you fucked Jisung? Very loudly, may I add?”

“W-Well, it was… this morning, it was-“

“Intimate? I’m aware,” He stood up, stalking towards you. “I think we should get one thing straight. I don’t care who you fuck. Hell, tick all my brothers off your list if it’s what makes you happy, but you better fucking remember that pussy belongs to me.”

“I-“

“Say it.”

“My p-pussy belongs to you, Minho,” You sigh, cheeks blazing, looking at him standing in front of you. He cocked his head to the side.

“Great, because I’m very aware that no one can ever make that pussy feel the way that I made it feel,” He returned to his sitting position on the bed, leaning back. “Fuck my frat brothers. I couldn’t care less. It’s me you’re coming home to at the end of the night - you did say you wanted to be my sex slave after all, right?”

You nodded. “So, you really don’t mind?”

Minho shook his head, a cocky smile on his lips. “Like I said, babe. Tick them all off your list if you want to, but you better be sitting on my cock afterwards telling me all about it.”

Your jaw was officially dropped lower than it ever had been. Why did Minho have to be so fucking hot? You couldn’t cope. You couldn’t fucking breathe. You needed him biblically. Practically rushing towards him, you straddled his thighs easily and attached your lips to his in a desperate kiss. His hands went to your ass as if he’d been expecting it, because he probably had.

Tick them all of your list, though?

Now that sounded like fun.

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Marked By the Moon: Part One

CW: Dubcon due to heat/breeding. Originally posted on A03.

An oldie, but one of my favorites.

Buzzing shook the nightstand. Bluelight pierced through the blackness, making it impossible to ignore.

Reaching forward, Carmen groped across the polished wood, then seized her phone. Sitting up on her bed, she pressed the glowing screen to her ear. Sleep clogged her throat and eyes as she grunted out a greeting.

It was just after four in the morning. She knew better than to say “Someone better be dying”, because a call this early meant somebody probably was.

“‘Lo?” She gurgled, blearily staring in the darkness. Sweat clung to her face and clothes in the summer heat. Her window was open, the breeze doing little to cool her off.

“Carmen!” The voice on the other end was frantic. “You’re not going to believe this!” Several dogs barked and howled in the background. “I’m sorry for waking you up, but we’ve got an emergency surgery.” There were several grunts as her coworker pulled something. “I think some poachers got to him. It looks like he was torn open by a bear trap.”

The words floated in the air, before bringing horrific images to mind. Carmen’s phone beeped, indicating there were messages sent, images attached to them.

“I’ll be there soon,” Carmen was out of bed and throwing on her clothes. “Start prepping.” She pulled her dirty blonde hair back without brushing it, making sure it was secured in a knot at the back of her head. Squeezing into her jeans and a presentable shirt, she quickly grabbed her phone and quickly looked at the incoming messages.

What followed were images of a male ginger wolf, with a large wound on his leg and shoulder. His fur was damp, having been cleaned up. There was a muzzle around his snout, but his eyes were open and alert. He looked directly at the camera with what could only be described as a lupine scowl.

No matter how many injured animals she saw. Carmen always sniffed and felt a pang of pity for them. From little Spot and Mittens getting into a spat to the various wildlife people brought in, every creature needed a caring touch.

“He really tried to fight me when I put on the muzzle.” Anna’s words read. “ But a good jab of sedatives has him going night night. He’ll be completely under when you get here.”

“Sorry buddy,” Carmen said aloud to no one. “But your jaw could tear off our arms.” Shoving her phone back into her pocket, she started to psych herself up for the upcoming meeting with this new patient. There were several wolves in the area, but they tended to stay in the mountains and parks, away from the city. A local wildlife reserve rehabilitated them and worked closely with the clinic, taking on all sorts of feral creatures that didn’t belong in the city.

The poor thing was probably all sorts of confused.

Going to the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face and sputtered, slapping her cheeks to wake herself up. Quickly, she brushed her teeth and let the rush of mint further energize her. This was going to be one for the books.

Seizing a canned coffee from the fridge, Carmen grabbed her keys and stumbled out the door. Guzzling it down, she drove through the dark streets, slowing strategically at speed traps. The one good thing about her random late night trips, the normal people of the world were still asleep. Although it was nearing a full moon, so the crazies of the world would be out.

Something dug into her hip. At first, she tried to ignore it, but it dug into the sensitive skin at every movement. It felt sharp. Adjusting how she sat, Carmen tried to keep her eyes on the road. She was waking up, but the risk wouldn’t be worth it.

Once she pulled up to a stoplight, she looked down to see a flash of silver wrapped in a leather string.

Reaching down, she fished it out and saw the trinket she’d bought a month ago, a piece of rose quartz with wire wrapped around it, a small crescent moon, tree, and wolf charm tied to the gemstone. It had been a weird impulse buy. She couldn’t help but think of how thematically appropriate it was.

Ducking her head, Carmen slipped the leather over her head and tucked it under her shirt. The light turned green, and she floored it once she got on the highway. The night whipped by. Rolling down the windows, Carmen let out a scream to further wake herself up. It was going to be a long day.

It was barely four thirty when she pulled into the animal hospital.

Anna let her in before she reached for her badge. She looked frazzled, her eyes wide and bloodshot. There were small scratches covering her arms, but it was a side effect of the job they were more than used to. Passing off the coffee, Carmen took the clipboard and quickly skimmed the contents. They didn’t have a lot of time.

“He’s completely out,” Anna said as they rushed to the surgery room. “I think he’s a juvenile. But it’s hard to tell.”

“Then let’s make good use of the time,” Carmen stopped to wash her hands. Once she was certain they were sufficiently clean, she went through the door.

On the metal table was the body of the wolf. His hind legs were being propped up by a stool. His paws and ears twitched in his sleep. Instead of chasing rabbits, he was probably thinking of chasing sheep. Or perhaps deer. Hell, he probably could take down a bear if he wanted to.

“I knew wolves were massive, but this guy is just…” Carmen fanned herself with the clipboard, trying to wrap her head around the sight.

“Huge?” Anna asked, arching a brow. “Even when I worked at the park as a teen, I don’t think the wolves there got this big.” She took a long drink from the coffee. “He’s bulky too. Nothing but muscle in there.”

“Yeah.” Carmen rubbed her eyes. The sight of the patient had completely sobered her up and released sleep’s hold on her. “Alright. Let’s patch this guy up.” Approaching the table, she placed a hand on the wolf’s haunch.

There was almost an audible snap as his jaw clenched, lips curling back to show his fangs. His whole body went rigid under her touch. Slowly, his upward eye opened and tracked, staring at her.

Carmen’s stomach dropped and she sucked in a breath. His paw twitched, brushing against her thigh. His claws could easily tear open her clothing and skin if he so chose. Silvery drool dribbled from his mouth, hitting the floor with a wet smack.

Blinking rapidly, Carmed put a hand to her chest and kept her breathing under control. The gemstone firm in her grip, she willed the wolf to go back under. Something tugged at her, and she smelled something… Musty.

The wolf’s eye rolled back and slowly closed again, his body relaxing. The drooling stopped. When Carmed rubbed her eyes, the puddle of drool was gone.

She was more tired than she thought. But she needed to give this patient the best care.

At least the sedatives were doing their work. Anna hadn’t seemed to notice the incident, having rushed to the front desk when the bell chimed, indicating they had another patient. No doubt this one would be making the rounds on social media, if not the local news.

She washed off the wounds again, then made quick work of them. His skin and fur were so thick that her tools were warped and bent when she started. Putting away the tools, she went and found the newest set she’d managed to scrounge up the money for.

Sutures were simple. Once she’d pieced most of him together, she bandaged him up. It was almost comical to see an entire roll wrapped around his leg, tufts of fur peeking out between the cloth. His paw twitched when she touched it.

Now she had to convince a wild animal to ignore his base instincts. With man’s best weapon. Painkillers and more sedatives.

His eyes moved under the lid, his nostrils flaring and lips twitching.

They didn’t have an Elizabethan collar big enough to put around his head. Carmen doubted it would stay on even if there was one. He would probably find some way to tear it off.

Hurt, thrown into the hospital parking lot, muzzled, sedated, then probably going to wake up drugged out of his mind.

“Don’t worry,” She said, patting the side of his head. “I’m sure the assholes who did this to you are going to get what’s coming to them.” His heartbeat thrummed under her fingers. Hands sinking into his fur, Carmen found it somewhat comforting. Warm. She found herself leaning down to rest her head on his side. Stopping herself, she pulled back.

How tired was she? Maybe she should have drank the coffee instead of passing it off to Anna.

Sighing, she rubbed her eyes.

Then, there was a growl.

Eyes opening, she saw the wolf staring at her again.

No, not staring. The light was gone from his eyes. His paws twitched, like he was running in place, but in his sleep. She debated on tying his paws, but knew the poor thing would only wake up more confused and scared. The sedatives would work on him for another couple hours. Moving the patient to another large kennel, she locked him inside.

Exiting the room, Carmen went to the back room and sat down, curling up in a chair and closing her eyes.

It felt like she’d only blinked when she opened them again. Her whole body was stiff and sore. Tilting her head back and forth, she heard her joints popping and cracking. Taking in a deep breath, she got up and went to check on the patient.

He had been moved to the kennels, a private section to keep him away from the domestic pets. His head laid on a pillow, his whole body limp. The exhaustion came through the glass, his expression pitiful.

“I called the Wildlife Reserve.” Anna said, coming in with a steaming mug. “They’ll be here to pick him up in half an hour. They had some… Colorful words for me when I told them we had already gone ahead and done surgery on him.”

Carmen crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “I still want to know who the hell did this to him? Who sees an animal and thinks “You know what, I should hurt him?””

“I dunno. Crazy.” A buzzing rang through the room. Sighing, Anna turned on her heel and went to greet the customer who had just walked in.

Walking up the glass, Carmen put her hand on it. The wolf tilted his head to look up at her, eyes looking sorrowful. His sides heaved, the barrier muffling the whines.

Then, his head snapped to the area behind her. Looking back, Carmen saw uniformed men with a large cage. They towered over Carmen, their bodies thick with muscle. Their uniforms had the logo of the local wildlife reserve.

“Oh. I thought you wouldn’t be here for a while.” Carmen straightened.

“When we heard about the wolf, we had to make quick time.” One said, offering his hand. “Especially knowing he was injured.” The gloves were thick, ready to take on any bite. He was maybe mid thirties, with salt and pepper hair and dark eyes.

Carmen took the hand, shaking it. She wasn’t even sure if his fingers could move within the fabric.

“Well, he seems to be responding well to the medication. Here’s what we dosed him with.” She found the chart and passed it over to the agent as the other moved to the wolf’s room. He was younger, maybe in his early twenties with dark hair pulled back into a tail.

“Good. Thanks for taking care of him. We’ll try to see if he belongs to a pack not too far from here. If he doesn’t, then we’ll make sure to release him somewhere safe.” The man handed her a card. “If you want to visit him.”

“Of course,” Carmen heard the sounds of a struggle. Whirling around, she saw the wolf snarling and growling, lunging at the Agent despite the muzzle. They had him in a hold with a catch pole. He went to try and paw it off, before collapsing with a yelp when he put weight on his injured legs.

“Stand back, ma’am. I have to go help him.” The agent rushed into the room as the wolf continued to pull and twist, trying to get himself free.

When he opened the door, the wolf suddenly shot forward, knocking him aside and heading straight for Carmen.

“Shit!” Carmen didn’t have time to move as the wolf barreled into her. When she hit the ground, the Agents managed to get hold of him again.

Then, he lifted up a massive paw and raked it across her arm. Two long crimson lines formed across the skin. Blood welled up, dripping onto the floor.

“Carmen!” Anna shrieked, rushing over. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“It’s fine.” Carmen insisted, getting to her feet. Drops of crimson fell on the floor. The skin was already red and puffy. “Jesus.” She struggled to draw in breath, her heart leaping into her throat.

The wolf continued to pull and tug at the Agents, but the second wind seemed to have gone out of him. Once they got him into the cage, the fight completely went out of him. With a metallic WHUMP, he collapsed, staring at Carmen through the bars.

“You need to go to the hospital.” Anna insisted. “That looks bad.”

“ER visit is not in the cards.” Carmen argued. “Can’t afford that.” She winced and cradled her arm. “How far away is the closest urgent care?”

Walking to the desk, she pulled out a first aid kit, popping it open with one hand. At least they had plenty to handle small incidents. No way was she going to walk through the front lobby while bleeding like a stuck pig. Pulling out disinfectant, she went to the bathroom and applied it.

The burning sensation nearly made her black out from the pain. Her head hit the wall, and she barely registered what Anna was saying. The other Agents were apologizing, or at least Carmen hoped so.

“- about ten minutes?” Anna frowned. “I’ll fill out the incident report.” She looked Carmen up and down. “You don’t look so good, you should take the rest of the day off to rest. I’ll call someone from the other clinic and see if they can cover the surgeries. Thank God those guys knew the nearest Clinic offhand.”

“Probably go there all the time themselves." Carmen shrugged. Anna reached over and helped hold her arm still.

"Thanks, Doll.” Carmed winced again, seizing a roll of bandages and binding her arm the best she could. The Agents were gone, with the cage loaded in a trailer. “I’m not even mad. Poor boy was probably scared out of his mind.”

***

The Urgent Care had just opened when she pulled up. Once admitted, she sat in the room, still cradling her arm. She didn’t dare unwrap the wound to get a better look at it.

When the door opened, Carmen jerked her head up to look.

The man who came through was older, maybe mid to late 40s. His hair was completely white, small bits of stubble on his face. Tired brown eyes looked her over, dark circles under them. A fatigue they both seemed to recognize and share a sympathetic half smile over.

“Alright, tell me what happened.” His voice rumbled, still raspy from sleep. He held up a clipboard, clicking a pen to take notes. Old fashioned, then. She caught the name on his nametag, Esau Remington .

“So, I’m a vet,” Carmen began, unwrapping her arm as she recounted what she thought was needed. He paid attention, unblinking and nodding.

By the end, his brow was furrowed, the pen’s clicker tapping against his lips.

“Are you sure it was a wolf and not a really big dog like a shepherd or a husky?”

Fishing her phone out, Carmen showed him the pictures that Anna had sent her. His frown deepened, his brows rising to meet his hairline, the pen twirling back and forth between his fingers. The corner of his lip twitched, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” His cheeks flushed and he gave a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry about the language. It’s not every day you see a wolf.” Clenching his jaw, he looked at the wound on her arm. “Just the scratch? He didn’t bite you anywhere?”

Carmen shook her head. “No. They had a muzzle on him.” She winced as he rolled her arm between his fingers to look the gash over, making sure there was nothing inside it. The skin was more swollen, the congealing scabs weeping with clear fluid. “I’m up to date on my rabies shots and the like, unless you think I should take a booster?”

Shaking his head, Dr. Remington sighed. “No, I think you do need sutures though. He did a number on you.”

The pen scribbled as he took down a few notes. “I’m going to write you a prescription for some antibiotics and steroids. Take them all , even if you feel better.” The tone did not offer an argument. “And I’m going to recommend you take the next few days off. If you have a wily patient, you’re going to rip the sutures back open.”

Carmen let a groan slip past her lips. The Doctor seemed taken aback, pen pausing mid scribble. Brow cocked, he looked her over.

“I’ve got a lot of patients I need to look after.” She complained. “The wolf was a wild card, normally I just handle check ups.”

“I’m sure your patients would appreciate you in a healthy state.” Remington argued back gently. “Take some time off, don’t strain yourself.”

He looked over his shoulder, then back to her. “I know when I have some days cleared in my schedule, I like to go camping with some of my friends. We go hiking, swimming, and get to see nature.” Looking pointedly at her wound, he shrugged. “Although it wouldn’t surprise me if you’re a little sick of nature right now.”

With a sigh, he began to prep her arm. Another round of disinfectant, making her hiss with pain.

“I don’t mind nature.” Carmen shrugged, wincing as he began to apply the first suture. “Just don’t know if it’s a good idea to make a spontaneous trip into the woods with a messed up arm.” She tried to force a smile, but hissed when he pinched her wound closed.

Dr. Remington tilted his head to the side with a grunt of agreement. “True. But it was just a suggestion.” His Adam’s Apple bobbed and he swallowed hard, his lips moist. “Not to mention the meds you’re on… Probably will make you too woozy to do anything strenuous.” He chuckled. “I got a little ahead of myself, sorry.”

Carmen shrugged. “I get it. A little early, trying to wake yourself up.”

"I find it hard to sleep some nights. Especially around this time of the month. Always finding people doing stupid things. Must be the full moon."

Once he’d finished stitching her up, he presented her with a prescription and doctor’s note. After calling the clinic back, Carmen assured Anna that she would be back as soon as possible.

At home, she popped the first round of pills and collapsed onto her bed.

When Carmen woke up next, sweat soaked her sheets. Panting, she pulled herself from her blanket cocoon. The cool air of the night was like ice. Shivering, she popped another round of meds, then got into the shower, letting the water pour over her.

The sweat and grime from sleep rolling down into the tub made her feel a little more like a human. Her phone was blowing up with texts from Anna and other coworkers. Pushing her phone aside, Carmen collapsed onto her bed again, shivering and trying to cover herself up enough to combat the shivers, but not feel overheated.

Shaking, she tried to claim sleep, but it refused to come. Getting up, she began to pace back and forth across the floor, feet slapping loudly across the hardwood. The walls around her seemed to close tighter.

Opening her window, she popped out the screen and leaned out. A spell of dizziness hit her. Head swimming, she nearly fell forward. Holding tightly to the sill, she yanked herself back in, rear slamming hard against the floor. Leaning against her bed, she took a few shaky breaths.

Closing her eyes, she drug the sweat soaked blanket down from her bed and wrapped it around herself, falling into a fitful sleep.

When the first rays of sun pierced the open window, chilly winds of dawn rolled over Carmen and made her hair stand on end. The necklace pressed into her hip, leaving red indents over her skin. Fishing it out, she simply tossed it aside, watching it skitter across the floor and come to a rest against her dresser.

Crawling to the window, she pulled it closed and then collapsed under it. Curling into the fetal position, Carmen fell into another fitful sleep.

She found herself standing next to a woman made of stone. A crescent moon covered her eyes like a mask, her mouth open in a howl. A silver wolf draped itself across her lap, head thrown back to mimic hers. Cracks and chipped off pieces had worn it down, but it still held a beauty to it.

The grass around it was green and lush. Thick trees grew around the statue, the song of the forest crying out. Animals, insects, bubbling streams, wind, all of it calling out to something in her. Taking a few steps forward, she looked at the wolf. Its stone eye seemed to move, looking right at her. Even though she was clothed, it made her feel naked and nervous. Stomach flipping, she took a few steps back.

“Come to me, my child.” A woman’s voice whispered in the wind.

The golden sun had become the silvery moon when Carmen opened her eyes again. Her whole body ached. A throbbing in her head and arm helped drag her away from the land of sleep. She saw the necklace tightly clutched in her grip, leaving an impression of the moon in her palm.

Every muscle protested when Carmen drug herself off the floor and took the meds. They went down hard, nearly making her throw it back up.

Filling up a tall drink of water, she guzzled it down to fill her stomach. Hunger gnawed at her, staving off sleep. Breathing hard, she took another shower and let the hot water soothe her muscles.

The strange fever and fatigue had worn off, replaced with an energy that she hadn’t felt in years. Blood sang in her veins, wanting to run. Even in the shower, she found herself shifting from one foot to the other, eager to start… Something.

Stepping out of the shower, she found herself dressing quickly. Hair still damp, she pulled it back and mapped out a potential run she could do. She just had to go outside. Get away from the walls of plaster and sheetrock.

A smell made her pause. It was buried under her smell. But she could still pick it up. Pulling out her pants from the other day, she pulled out the business card and sniffed it. A small drop of blood was on the corner. Hers? No. The scent drove her wild. She held it close and inhaled deeply, before pulling it back.

“What the hell am I doing?” Setting it back down, Carmen rubbed her face, sweat pouring down her brow. She stared at the address, the image of the wolf coming to her mind.

He stared at her, looking pitiful. Then, his claws flashed and raked across her arm. When she fell to the ground, she saw the statue.

“ Come to me, my child .” The woman’s voice whispered in the wind again. “ Join the hunt. ”

Walking outside, Carmen let the night air roll over her and went to the car, heart thrumming. Pulling out her phone, she punched the address of the wildlife reserve and then prepared to travel.

Her drive was a blur. Tunnel vision made her unaware of how fast she arrived, or even if she was driving safely. Static crackled in her ears, making her hair stand on end.

The mechanical voice telling her she’d arrived at her destination was what brought her back. She stared at the spot illuminated by her headlights. A line of trees, then a chain link fence. More foliage behind that, but it was too thick to see past.

Getting out of the car, Carmen slammed the door and began to take a few steps toward the fence. The wind shifted, blowing a scent toward her. Wrapping her fingers around the links, Carmen inhaled.

Closing her eyes, she let the smell wash over her. It caressed her very being, tugging at something within her. Dropping to her knees in front of the fence, she clenched the links tight enough for her knuckles to turn white and her injured arm to throb. Metal warped under her grip, the coppery scent of blood following.

Bringing her hands down, Carmen saw crimson pooling in her palm. A laugh escaped her and she sat with her back to the fence. Lapping at the wound, shook her head.

“What on earth am I doing?” She started to stand. Her body protested at the movement. The soreness was back with a vengeance. Closing her eyes, she pressed her bandaged hand to her face, pulling it away to see it soaked with sweat and grime.

Staggering to her feet, she ignored the tantalizing scent as she headed back to her car. When Carmen put her hand on the roof, the smell hit her like a load of bricks. Opening her eyes wide, she turned back around to look at the line of trees. The area around her was tinted with a silvery-blue hue, but it was almost as bright as day.

This had to be a dream. None of this made sense. Leaning down, she touched her forehead to the warm metal of the car.

“Just wake up.” She urged herself. “You’re having a bad reaction to the medicine.”

Slowly, she raised her head.

Time seemed to slow down. Turning back toward the fence, she felt her feet moving on their own, dragging across the asphalt.

Something glistened on the links in the silvery light. Reaching out, she brushed her knuckle to it. Once she touched the metal, it sent a jolt through her.

Then, she saw the small gap in the links. Someone had cut through it with bolt cutters. But they’d put it back to where it was almost invisible to anyone far enough away. No wonder she had been able to bend the metal so easily.

Clenching the fence, she pulled it back and crawled through, metal raking across her back. Wincing, she dropped to her stomach and drug herself through, feeling more tugs at her clothing.

Once she stood up, her arm was throbbing, the pain making her head spin. Staggering, she sniffed the air. The scent was stronger than before. Her whole body ached, but she had to follow it. Cradling her arm, she began a slow walk.

Cicadas cried, a creek flowed, and the wind continued to blow, stirring a few stray wisps of her hair out of its knot at the back of her head.

Then, she came to a break in the trees, showing a sheer drop. In the meadow, a group of wolves ran around, wrestling and snapping at one another. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw one stop, then stand up on its hind legs and sniff the air. It turned a massive head around to look right at her.

“I knew you’d come.” A voice called behind her. It was gruff, like it wasn’t used to speaking. As it rumbled through her ears, Carmen’s hair stood on end.

Slowly, Carmen turned to see a bipedal wolf looking at her, its hindleg bandaged and stiff. Its shoulder was also wrapped up.

The wolf took a few shaking steps toward her. Then, it dropped down onto all fours. Even then, it still looked her in the eye. Drool glistened on its teeth as it licked its muzzle. Then, she saw the same eyes, in what she recognized as a lupine scowl.

Her ginger wolf from the clinic.

Now she knew she was dreaming.

It took another step toward her. She backed away, stopping when she felt the give of the ground, warning her of the drop below. Heart hammering in her throat, she could only stare at the wolf as it took a few steps closer to her.

Her stomach fluttered. Fear? No. Something else she couldn’t identify. Head swimming, she tried to string thoughts together to make a plan of escape. However, her vision began to blur. Daring to blink, she took in a shaking breath.

Something tore through the grass. But she didn’t dare take her eyes off the creature approaching her. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she focused on the visible threat.

“The Goddess has blessed you. And you’ve been marked by her hounds.” Ginger grumbled, nose nearly touching her. The inhales were strong, almost like a human.

“You’ve gone into heat.” His tongue lolled out of his mouth, hot breath rolling over her skin. Something about it made the ache worse, spreading it through Carmen so fast she nearly screamed. “You’ll send the rest of the pack into rut.”

Then, a large silver wolf slammed into the ginger, swatting him with a human shaped front paw. The action was so quick, Carmen could only gape. Her knees nearly gave out, but she managed to keep herself upright. If she went over the cliff, she’d drop and probably break below. But if this was a dream…

Ginger flew back, screaming in pain. The noise shook her thoughts loose and she gasped, reaching out for him. Crimson blossomed on the bandaged haunch and shoulder. His back legs gave out as he struggled to get on all fours again.

“You bastard!” He barked at the silver wolf. “You broke my leg!” Yelping, he looked at Carmen with pleading eyes. “Help me!”

Carmen took a step forward, only to feel a hand clamp on her shoulder. Claws dug into her skin, making her stand still. Then, she was whirled around to face the silver wolf, who towered over her.

“You shouldn’t be out here.” The voice rasped. “Not without being taken into the pack first.” His nostrils flared, his pupils blowing all the way out as he stared at her. Brown eyes, glinting with the want for a hunt. His scent overpowered Carmen.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she whispered to wake up over and over again.

The fear held fast to her, not allowing her to move a muscle in fear of both wolves tearing her to shreds.

Then, the hand on her shoulder went to her waist, picking her up. Before she could scream, it squeezed tight enough to push the air from her lungs. Finally, she opened her eyes to see that she was moving. Well, the wolf was walking, simply carrying her like a ragdoll. His massive paws had wrapped around her, although he’d taken care to not scratch her further with his claws.

Ginger flew at them with a snarl, his back leg suddenly seeming to work perfectly.

Silver swatted at him, then heaved. The wolf flew through the air, screaming as he went down into the meadow below. When he hit the ground, the crunch echoed through the night. Carmen felt sick, her stomach heaving. Covering her mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut again.

There was a grunt. Air whipped around Carmen, stirring the scents again. An impact jostled her, and she opened her eyes. They’d landed in the meadow, the other wolves approaching, much more cautious in their steps. A few sniffed, inching closer with flared nostrils, but never close enough to touch.

The smell made her mind swim. Heat flushed in her cheeks, and she shivered. All the eyes on her were like hands, caressing her very being. Each one hungrily taking her in, assessing her.

The ruined pile of fur and bone groaned.

“Your brother decided to go against the rules and try to bring another member into our ranks. Without permission. Or consent, for that matter.” Silver growled. “So now, he must put himself at the mercy of Diana.” He set Carmen down, setting his massive hand on her shoulder so she couldn’t run. His touch froze her further. Not even a breath passed her lips.

The wolves sat or laid down in the grass, staring at the pair. They knew who the one in charge was.

“What’s going on?” Carmen choked out, eyes watering. “Please. Tell me or let me wake up.” She slapped her cheeks, stopping when Silver’s hand wrapped around her entire uninjured forearm. It was a gentle, but firm grip.

“No one touches her.” Silver insisted, before forcing her to face him. His eyes seemed to stare into her very being. They looked alert, but so tired. More fluid dribbled onto her legs and shoes. But she didn’t dare break the gaze. To assert dominance with a canine, you couldn’t be the first to break eye contact.

Hopefully the same rules applied to lupines. Alpha and Omega only applied to captive and family packs, but this was all she knew to work with.

As they stared at one another, Carmen felt the fear and desire to know more about everything warring with one another. Part of her wanted to escape the dream no matter how, the other part wanted to stay and listen. Sit on her haunches like the other wolves, watching him speak.

His eyes explored hers, flicking over her form to take her appearance in. The gleam only added to his dangerous look. His pupils were slightly dilated, his muzzle twitching. His tongue tasted the air around her.

Silver broke away first. A sigh of relief escaped her, and she dropped to her knees. Silver’s grip on her arm didn’t release. Closing her eyes, she urged herself to wake up.

Then, she was being pulled back to her feet. Arms cradled her, twisted and alien enough to make her uneasy, despite the strength behind them. She tried to not shake, but her body refused to listen.

“What do we do?” One of the wolves asked. “Her scent is going to roll on the wind. If she’s changed, there might be others we don’t know about.”

“Guard the entrances. Make sure no one else gets in.” Silver rumbled, before he started to walk, each step jostling Carmen enough to nearly make her cry out.

Then, he took her away from the meadow. There was a hole on the side of the cliff. Bowing his head, Silver brought her inside. Only then did he set her down on the stone floor. Once he’d done that, he went to the mouth of the cave and sat down.

“Can you please tell me what’s going on?” Carmen begged, not daring to move from her spot. “Did… Did you kill that wolf?” She’d have to call the Wildlife reserve when she woke up to check on him.

“No. If Diana is merciful, he will be healed when the moon and sun switch.” Silver didn’t look at her. “You care about the one who did this to you? Was he your mate?”

The question made Carmen blush. “N… No. I just…” Her brain felt addled. Why was she getting flustered over a wolf? “I took care of him. He was already hurt.”

Silver snorted. “We’re sturdy. Don’t worry.” He slammed his paw on the ground. The open palm slapped hard, the noise amplified in the cave. Carmen resisted the urge to clap her hands over her ears. “As you saw, he wasn’t nearly as injured as he pretended to be.”

Still, getting flung over the side of the cliff…

Carmen shuddered. “I just… I want to go home. Or wake up.” She scratched at the side of her head. The blood on her palm smeared on her cheek.

Silver turned to look at her sideways. “You think this is a dream?”

“Talking wolves, seeing them walk upright, it’s like a werewolf movie.” Swallowing, Carmen flinched when she felt the sting of pain, more blood dripping on her clothing.

Standing upright, Silver approached her, taking her hand in his massive paws. Rolling it back and forth, he stared at it. Then, he slowly leaned down and ran a large pink tongue over the wound. The sensation sent a shiver up Carmen’s spine.

The wound slowly began to shrink, before sealing itself closed. Carmen stared at it in awe. She flexed her fingers and brushed them against the twisted digits that now clutched her hand. Silver’s fur suddenly bristled, and he dropped her hand, turning away from her again.

“You are werewolves, aren’t you?” Swallowing hard, Carmen tried to calm the roaring in her ears.

“Correct.” Silver sighed. “We don’t bring pack members in willy nilly. It was supposed to be a tight ring.” He scratched at the ground, his claws bringing up grains of stone. “And not without my permission. Every werewolf in this pack is under my protection. They abide by my rules. In exchange, they are given this area to run every cycle.”

“Why haven’t I changed?” The words were hard to force out.

“You’re refusing to.” Silver turned to face her fully. “You’ve surely felt the way your body is hurting? How you need to do something, but you’re not sure what?” His nostrils flared, his pupils nearly overtaking his iris. “The Goddess has touched you. But you’ve managed to keep control, I’m impressed.”

His hands shook as he reached for her. Claws traced her cheeks, making her hair stand on end. The scent of him was overpowering, making her mouth almost water. Something in her ached.

“You are safe now. If you give into the change, you will not harm yourself or others.” He assured her. “I will take you into the pack. Every moon, we will come here. Once you are recognized as a member, we’ll do what we can to make sure that this is as painless as possible.”

His hands on her, the rumbling of his voice, his scent, the way the air tasted around him drove Carmen crazy. Trembling, she felt herself nearly falling again. Why was she so weak in the knees?

Something in her finally let go. The world exploded in silvery blue, the scents, sounds, and feelings overpowering her. Gasping, she felt her back arch.

She suddenly jolted forward, slipping from the grip of Silver. He stared at her with wide eyes, flinching when she touched him. Burying her hands into his fur, inhaled his scent, listening to the rapidly increasing beat of his heart.

The touch seemed to awaken something in him, his rapidly growing erection brushed against her midriff, pushing the hem of her shirt up.

“N-no.” He weakly tried to push her away, nearly tripping over his feet as he tried to get away from her. “You can’t.”

A fire formed in Carmen’s belly. She felt the emptiness inside her clawing up into her womb, begging to be filled. Dropping to her knees, she panted, sweat trickling down her brow and upper lip.

“Please.” She said, her mouth dry. “Please. Help me.” Her eyes widened and she felt heat flash through her. The scent rolling off her mingled with the air. It was hard to resist the urge to tear off her clothes and start plunging fingers inside herself.

Silver’s erection grew, beads of precum dribbling from the tip as he inhaled her scent, tasting it in the air. Silvery saliva drooled out of his mouth, and he stared at her. But he didn’t dare move. His hand gripped the mouth of the cave, looking ready to rip it down rather than come near her.

“You must have your first change,” He urged her. “Please. Let the Wolf inside come out.” He flexed his free hand. “My fangs and claws would rip you to shreds.” His voice was growing more raspy, each word a chore to push past his teeth.

Carmen’s body twisted as she cried out with a need she’d never felt the intensity of before. Her throat felt raw from the primal screams escaping her. She tried to find the part of her mind and push for the change to occur. Begging the wolf to come out.

The other wolves were making their way over. Their scent made Carmen launch herself, only for Silver to clothesline her. With a grace that suggested practice, he managed to push her back into the cave. With his hand still tight around her waist, he laid Carmen on the floor.

“Diana, forgive me for what I’m about to do.” He muttered, holding her to the ground. “You can’t scream like that. You’ll make every wolf in the area come running.” His cock brushed against Carmen’s clothed groin, the sensation sending another blast of lust through her.

“Please.” Carmen panted, unable to catch her breath. “Help me.” Eyes watering, she reached for the Wolf’s arm, gripping it tightly enough she thought she might burst her stitches.

“I could rip you in half.” He shook his head. “You’re not changed. You’re not made for it.” His nostrils flared, his hands shaking and gripping her tighter.

“Help me change.” She urged him. “Please.” Why was she in so much pain if it was a dream? There was no way she’d been this horny in real life. Sure, she’d wanted sex before, but never this bad.

Sighing, he looked over his shoulder to the entrance of the cave. It was empty. But each movement and second he made her wait was agonizing.

Slowly, he took his hand off her. With considerably less grace and control, he tore off her pants and underwear. The full scent of her arousal hit him. His hand slammed the open area above her head, his cock dribbling onto her thighs. A few drops landed on her exposed groin. Crying out, she bucked her hips up, reminding him what needed to be filled.

Leaning down, he nuzzled against her neck, his nose cold. Fangs traced over her skin, making her gasp. Warmth followed as his tongue went across her neck, trailing to the collar of her shirt, leaving a large wet spot. Tensing, he ran his hand up her stomach, slipping it under the fabric of her top.

It rested there, his open palm’s warmth mingling with her own. Slowly, he slipped it off her, taking care to not tug on the bandages on her injured arm. His claws tore through the cheap fabric of her sports bra, but the loss wasn’t going to break her heart.

His eyes rested on the necklace now laying against her chest.

“Diana forgive me,” He said again, before pushing her legs apart. His fur tickled her bare skin. It was softer than she thought it would be. Lowering his head, he lapped at the wetness forming between her legs and spilling out into the floor.

The touch of his tongue made her cry out. Her legs locked around Silver’s head, forcing him to inhale her scent and arousal completely. Whether the motion or her cries finally made him let go, it seemed to awaken something in him.

Growling, he sent a rumble through her that shook her very being. Breath escaped her, and she fell back flat, drowning in the pleasure.

Grabbing Carmen’s thigh, Silver plunged his tongue in deep, rolling his head with each lick. She thought she would scream, but all that came out were quiet moans of satisfaction. Her hands tried to grab at something, to distract her from the sensation long enough to hold her rapidly approaching climax. She settled on resting her hand on his head, pushing him in further.

Her legs went slack, shaking with desire. He gave a few more licks, before pulling back and running his tongue over her clit. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure over Carmen, making her cry out and arch her back, wanting to be filled again.

Then, he pulled back, fur slick with her arousal. Breathing heavy, the Wolf stared at her entrance, his warm breath tickling her wet folds. Leaning down, he licked the ground and lapped up every drop of her that had spilled out.

He picked her up off the ground, pressing her to the wall. Carmen’s legs snaked around his waist, barely able to hold herself up. Rocking his hips, Silver, growled in her ear. The breath tickled the curve of her neck, making her shiver.

“Tell me you want it.” He rasped, the tip prodding against her. She could feel their fluids mixing together, dirtying the cave floor.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Carmen nodded.

“P-Please.” She begged.

Then, he entered her. She was so slick it slid right in. Once she’d wrapped around him, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down. Rolling his hips, he thrust up into her. Arms wrapped around Carmen’s body, he kept her from scraping against the stone of the cave. Cradling her head, he had her look at him.

“Your pupils are so wide, I can’t see your iris anymore.” He growled, each thrust sending pleasure through Carmen. “I didn’t think my cock would fit, but you’re taking it so well.” The words weren’t teasing or hurtful, he seemed just as surprised as her. “It’s like you were made for me. There’s a little bit of the wolf getting teased out.”

Carmen couldn’t deny the pleasure sweeping through her. She wriggled her hips and took him to the base, gripping him tighter. The growl that escaped him was one of pleasure. His thrusts were strong, each one filling her with white hot heat. Every moan and gasp that escaped her echoed loudly in the cave, no doubt funneling into the meadow.

“Hold me tightly.” He encouraged her. “Scratch, bite, yell, let yourself fall to your base instincts.” His thrusts became almost vicious, impaling Carmen and reaching deeper than she thought possible.

She screamed, tearing at his fur. The cries encouraged him further, and he bucked his hips hard, slamming into her. Bareback scraping against the wall, Carmen took it all in, pleasure building in her stomach and bringing her closer.

There was no way she should have been able to take his cock. It was too big. The thought of it entering would have made her scoff, but now she was drawing it into her like it had always belonged.

Then, she grew uncomfortably tight. Wincing, she dug her nails into his thick fur. Part of her was tempted to bite down on his shoulder, but the sensation would probably shock him into letting go of her.

She grew more slick, wanting to take him all the way in, thicker cock be damned. It needed to be all the way inside when he came. Rolling her hips, she tried to press herself down against him when he thrust up.

“Fuck… The knot.” Silver panted. “I’m about to-”

He winced when she wrapped her legs tighter around him. “Wait, I’m going to-” His eyes were clouded with lust, his tongue lapping her neck. Words became grunts and growls

Carmen’s body tensed. Throwing her head back, she nearly slammed it against the wall of the cave as the orgasm ripped through her. She clenched down onto the cock inside her.

The pressure made Silver howl, and he erupted. Thick ropes of fluid filled Carmen, then dripped onto the floor. Two more aftershocks followed, although they paled in comparison to the first, merely spilling more onto the stone and Silver’s feet.

Panting, Silver brought her down, collapsing onto the cave floor. His rapidly shrinking and softening cock was still slick with Carmen’s wetness.

Carmen crawled over to him, falling onto his chest. His rapidly beating heart gradually slowed, his shallow breaths becoming deeper. Within moments, he was snoring.

Closing her eyes, Carmen laid against his sleeping form. Even though he was a beast, it felt safe. His clawed hand rested against her thigh, the other encircling her chest and pulling her to him.

***

Slants of light fell on Carmen. Groaning, she tried to move. Soreness filled her body, her joints and muscles straining against the movement as she tried to rouse herself. The floor underneath her was cold and hard. Hadn’t she closed the window last night?

Looking down, she saw her naked body. Bruises traced up and down her hips and thighs. Stone was beneath her, scents of sex and animal mixing with her nose.

Warm hands clutched her close. A half hard cock rubbed against her leg.

“Mmm…” The person holding her groaned, pulling her back down to the ground. Stubble scraped against her bare shoulder, followed by a kiss. Squirming, she resisted the urge to twist away.

“Morning.” The grogginess was clear in the voice.

Carmen felt a familiar soreness between her legs. Panic seized her when she realized what had happened wasn’t a dream.

Slowly, she turned to look down at her partner.

And into the half asleep face of Doctor Remington.

Next part here!

#monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster fucker #monsterfucker #monster fuckery #werewolf #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf lover #werewolf smut #terato #terat0philliac #teratophillia

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redflagshipwriter · 5 months ago

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Hot Ghouls Chapter 11 1/2

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“It’s hard to believe that these people aren’t on any warning lists yet,” Jason mumbled to himself at the base of the sidewalk where he’d parked the rental bike. He had his hands in his pockets as he craned his neck upwards, trying to be stoic about the Fenton residence. A van was parked on the street, probably theirs. Weirdly, it had a big canvas draped over it. All he could see were the tires.

The base of the house was an unremarkable brick rectangle, taller than it was long. But the customization job had not been subtle. There was of course the enormous neon sign that Jack Fenton had probably designed. He wondered if he saw Madeline Fenton’s guiding hand in the shitty space-age aesthetic of the hulking metal goliath crouched on top of the brick building.

There was zero percent chance that was legal, which led to the question of why the city officials weren’t enforcing building safety on an obvious hazard.

Jason blew out air and snorted. “This is definitely the place.” He jogged up the unkempt lawn and hit the bell. An alarm started whining inside.

His hackles went up. A hand curled towards a gun, but didn't fully commit.

A joyful whoop came from inside the house. It was quickly followed by a bellowed “Coming!”, and then a huge thud.

Very normal, thanks.

‘Is that really just their doorbell?’ Jason thought, aghast.

The door was wrenched open. “Hello, hello, come in!” A beautiful middle-aged woman was there, looking up only slightly to make eye contact with Jason. She had faint laugh and smile lines.

“Hello,” Jason said, hesitating. “Do you need to finish up in the lab?” He gestured at her outfit, a little unnerved to see protective equipment just out in the open. It made him feel underdressed. It was always a bad idea to be wearing less protection from chemical warfare than someone else in the area. His Gothamite sensibilities considered it both a faux pas and a tactical error.

Madeline Fenton made a flapping hand gesture to blow the idea away. “No, I'm at a good spot!” The grin she gave him was somehow sharklike. “Jeremy, honey, won’t you come in?”

‘Said the spider to the fly,’ his subconscious filled in for some reason.

Jason shook it off, thanked her, and entered the house. Then he drew his gun on the thing that levered out of nowhere to point at him.

Turret. It was a fucking gun turret, in the entryway.

Madeline Fenton let out a cheerful “Huh!” and put her hand on top of the turret. There was a faint beep as she disengaged whatever alarm that had been. “You don’t have any stowaways, do you?”

She was not a good enough actor. He didn’t know what the hell that he meant, but he could hear real tension beneath her cheerful tone. “No, ma’am,” Jason edged. “Not that I know of.”

There was a pause. It felt a little heavy. Jason slowly holstered his gun, despite the wary suspicion that he actually might need to defend himself.

The moment passed. Dr. Madeline Fenton whirled around and cupped a hand to her face to sweetly shout, “Jack! Honey! Our guest is here!”

Something extremely heavy thudded. The floor actually shook under Jason’s feet from the impact.

The smile on Dr. Madeline Fenton’s face didn’t falter. A chill went up his spine.

‘She has to be on a watchlist. No way. I just didn’t find it.’

He followed her to the living room where she gestured for him to take a seat. A huge man burst through the other door.

“What did they feed you?” Jason asked blankly. “Do they have more of it?” Sure, he’d never fit in his current gear, but Talia had deep pockets for custom armor.

Dr. Jack Fenton had a hearty laugh. The couch creaked when he threw himself on it, but impressively, nothing broke. “Standard stuff growing up I’m afraid,” he said cheerfully. “I feed myself an awful lot of fudge, though! Maybe that’s what did it.”

While he was talking Jason barely noticed Madeline Fenton had slunk off in horrifically perfect silence, like a red-haired Talia. He respected that, but he did not like it.

‘She’s going to be the Doctor to me,’ Jason decided. ‘Jack is just Jack. I’m tired of calling them the same thing.’

“Oh,” Jason pretended to just now notice that someone was gone. He looked around. “I’m sorry, where did Dr. Fenton go?”

“Just getting refreshments!” Jack said cagily. He leaned forward. “Now, Jeremy, son-” he was cut off by a low siren coming from his wrist. He paused. He lifted his hand and pointed it around the room. The noise got louder when he pointed it at Jason.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main #red hot ghouls

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trulyumai · 8 months ago

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Oh, Mr. Mosses (Series) III

Synopsis: You were fine with the job, the steps were easy enough but the secret of the D.D.D was getting harder and harder to contain. Each night a new entity would enter the building, each with its own horrific look and intentions. Just as you debate on leaving, a new resident has entered the premises; Francis Mosses who is absolutely entranced by your being.

Will you be as smitten of him as he is of you? Only time will tell.

Taglist: @tfamidoingwithmylife @mariaflor873 @fandomfeind @greycloudsy (Let me know if you want to be added!)

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Death

Oh, Mr. Mosses III

He shook under her touch. She lightly padded her fingers across his chest, going lower until they were right above his trousers. “You're so cute, Francis.” She mumbled, fumbling her hands with his belt, moving his undergarments lower and lower. He puffed, ignoring the comment, he could feel his face getting warm again. Lowering his hands, they met the underside of her thighs, so plush, so very soft.

“Please- ah! Please sweetheart,” He whispered, staring up at her lovingly. And although it came out as a beg, he began moving her clothes away himself, not waiting for an answer.

“Ah, ah, ah, patience darling.” She tutted, skirting his hands back to where they once were, each on one either side of her hips.

He groaned, letting his hands reside there as the warmth in his chest got unbearable. She was gorgeous, the moonlight peaked in behind his window, falling down and mirroring her gorgeous image. She was like an old painting, sitting there staring down at him. A nymph, a goddess.

And if it wasn't for the incessant beeping, he could have came right then and there just staring up at her. Those eyes, that slender neck, her chest-

Jolting upright he cursed. So fucking close, yet so far. With a sigh he leaned his legs over to the side of his bed. Covered in sweat he grimaced, ever since his meeting with the darling receptionist he's had these dreams, visions. He'd wake up in the same state; desperate, sweaty and needy. And oh so close to release.

With his elbows on his knees he sighed once more while looking at the clock, just beside his bedside. The red numbers mocked him and read out 4:30AM.

Today was going to be a long day.

“The reports my dear, were utterly ruined I tell you! Such an incompetent assistant I have, truly.” Mr. Gauss was a loud man, too loud for the poor receptionist to handle at the moment. He spoke of his job, his reports almost every meeting they would be unfortunate to have. With a sigh she handed his papers once more, yet it went unnoticed as he rambled on about his assistant. The poor lady who had spilled coffee over his reports this morning.

“Mr. Gauss,” She shook the ID in her hands once more, in case this time he would notice. He didn't.

“I'll tell you, the job couldn't be easier I mean, you should know shouldn't you darling? It's just a simple desk job!”

“Mr Gauss!” With a firm tone she pursed her lips, finally getting the older man's attention.

“Your papers, sir.”

“Oh how silly of me, thank you sweetheart! Listen, I'm getting a call but I'll see you soon my dear!” With a wink he was off, his attention already diverting to the phone that he pulled from his gray and black suit pocket.

Groaning, she slouched back down on her chair. Easy, she wished it was as simple as he made it. With no screaming residents, bloody faces and hands being slammed in her direction. Just the other day a mimic cried to her, screaming she was a murderer. It begged to be let in. “I'll die out there, please you don't understand!” Its tone was racked with fear, it shook with plenty of emotion and if it wasn't covered in someone's blood, she might have thought to let it inside. It went out with a fight too, one of the guards bodies had to be dragged out, their yellow hazmat suit stained in maroon. Everytime she blinked she could see his body, crumpled up in the corner of the lobby, limbs hanging limply at their sides, mask torn.

It was getting late, and soon she could go home, take a nice bath, forget about the color red for a while.

“Excuse me,”

“SHIT!” She jumped, not noticing the man standing just in front of the window. Holding her chest she cried out.

“Francis, jesus christ you startled me,”

With a light frown he reached out, letting his palm splay over the clear glass. “I'm sorry, sweetheart, are you okay?” Sweetheart? That was new, she thought, calming her chest as quickly as she could.

“It's okay I was just- I zoned out it seems,” she smiled, it was light, a comfort to the man in front of her.

With a small smile of his own he grabbed his forms, sliding them through the slot per usual.

“You're early, no one wanted any milk today?” She blinked up at him, grabbing the forms while staring blatantly at the taller man. His uniform was normal, the hat laid atop his black hair and his eyes were as tired as ever.

“You could say that,” The milkman mumbled, leaning comfortably over the counter, looking down at her as she compared the forms.

She began reading his ID, slowly as practiced, mouthing each number as she went.

235569-

“Hey.” Looking up she noticed how close the man got, closer than ever before. His face was practically touching the glass.

“Hi?” She looked at him confusedly, tilting her head to the side unconsciously.

“I'm free now. For the coffee?”

That's right! The date, she had nearly forgotten after the day she had. It slipped her mind, she would have worn something cuter, more revealing than this old sweater she's had stuffed in her closet. It was cold today, lightly sprinkling with rain from time to time so she grabbed the next best thing to keep her warm, not even thinking she would see Francis today.

“Oh! Um, yeah I have some back here if you'd like?” Skipping over the numbers she started comparing them.

23556941989-

BANG.

Francis hand made contact with the glass, his pale fingers flexed as they made contact, nails digging lightly into the material.

Noticing her hesitancy he laughed. “There was a bug, didn't mean to startle you. Again.”

Where was she again? At nine? No, perhaps the eight.

“Everything looks in order,” she mumbled, slowly glancing back up at the milkman. Smiling, she slid the papers to the side, fumbling for the keys around her pocket.

“One moment and i'll open the door okay?”

Francis said nothing but nodded, flexing his hands as she made her way towards the wooden door just to his left. With a click the door was open, Francis was already on the other side by the time it unlatched. Maybe he was just eager, she thought. That would be cute, no man had been eager to see her before, so the newfound feeling was exhilarating.

Standing aside she gestured him in. My was he much taller face to face, she only came up to his shoulders, if that. He stepped in, walking just past her towards the room on the side, where the little kitchen resided.

Closing the door she followed, humming a little tune as she grabbed coffee cups just past him. “How do you like your- oof!” Turning to talk to the man she was met with his chest, when had me moved so close?

“I'll get that, sweetheart,” He mumbled lowly, his voice just barely above a whisper. So quite, so low.

“Oh, um, okay” Without thinking she passed him the mugs, not even realizing she forgot to tell him her coffee preference before walking towards the door once more, to the front desk.

“I'm gonna make sure no one needs any help, I'll be right back!”

With a hum, the man got to work on the drinks, it was only then she noticed his hands. Veiner than normal, his nails were a little longer too, had they always been so sharp?

Turning her head she padded her way to the desk, to the forms residing on her desk.

Francis form stared back at her, along with his ID. Dusting her fingers over the numbers she read again.

235569418995

Now the other one

235569418895

No, she had to be mistaken. Reading it again, and again, the paper was starting to crumple with the amount of force she exerted from her fingers.

The numbers, she noticed, the numbers, there off by one number. How did she miss it?! Biting her lip she looked back towards the kitchen. The room had gone silent, she prayed she still had time. The D.D.D had to act fast, she still could live, it couldn't be too late. Glancing back in front of her she reached out, just before her hand met with the phone she felt it.

The pressure of someone standing behind her.

A breath on her neck.

Light nails digging into the side of her hips.

“Don't spoil the mood, pretty girl,” Francis sneered.

“Our night has just begun after all.”

She couldn't help but shake, she didn't want to die, this creature whatever it was wasn't prone to showing mercy. Any kindness whatsoever.

“Your coffee will get cold,” He teased, lightly reaching his hand up, playing with the hair around her face before displaying itself on her cheeks, tightly grabbing them until her lips protruded with the pressure.

“Such a daft little thing,” He tutted.

“Cute, but oh, so daft.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt tears spring loose, dribbling down her cheeks until they made contact with Francis' hand.

He laughed, a deep somber one before he craned his neck down, licking the salty liquid from her face. His slimy tongue stopped just before her eye, where she finally opened it to see him smiling at her.

His teeth. Jesus Christ they were so sharp. All of them pointy and white, each one more jagged than the other.

“I'm tempted to keep you, you’d be a good little listener wouldn't you?” With a mocking tone he squeezed her cheeks harder, until little red crescents were indented on her face.

"You're so good for me, so obedient." He moaned, rubbing his other hand around her body, going lower, and lower.

“Ah-!”

“Quiet!” He seethed, glancing now to the front desk. The window. It was then she noticed, a silhouette peering over the desk. A resident waiting to be checked in.

“Please,” She begged, more tears streamed down her soft face.

“Don't hurt me.”

Looking back over his squinted eyes, his pupils were dilated and his mouth slightly open and set in a frown.

“What the fuck did I say-

“Hello?” A masculine voice rang out. Francis. With widened eyes she gripped the hand covering her mouth, felt the roughness of the hand and shook.

The other Francis heaved, with anger he gripped the receptionist's face once more. Hands bloody he slid his thumb over her lips, lightly parting it and pushing the digit forward.

The taste of iron invaded her senses, wincing she tried to pull back but was only met with resistance.

“I'll be back, sweet thing.” He promised, pulling his finger back he looked at it with wild eyes. Putting it up to his own lips before sucking them clean.

“You be a good girl, you here?” He laughed, lightly smacking her cheek before entering the back. Towards the kitchen.

Without thought she ran to the desk, meeting the eyes of Francis, the real Francis.

Noticing her wide eyes and bloody mouth he looked with concern, eyebrows leaving a frown mark on his face.

“Are you alright?”

She wanted comfort, wanted help. With a light shake to her fingers she took his ID, not bothering to compare the numbers.

The rules. If she uddered anything about the mimics, the D.D.D, she would face even more backlash than she faced now. How was she supposed to bring this up to management, let alone Francis.

Gathering her thoughts she passed the ID back through. Putting on her best face she smiled at him, though it looked more like a grimace.

“Yes, just… A long day. You're free to pass,” With a touch of a button the elevator was left open.

Francis eyed her once more.

“Mmh, okay. You can call me if you need anything. I'm just a floor away.” Grabbing his ID he shifted uncomfortably. His tongue felt heavy and the words he wanted to say seemed to get stuck on the top of his mouth. With a tired gaze and small wave, the receptionist moved out of his sight and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Maybe he'll ask for a coffee next time.

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upon-a-starry-night · 2 months ago

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While We Dream Pt.5

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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The room you’ve stepped into is large and wide, with ceilings stretching far past the expanse of any of the other rooms you passed. There’s various mats strewn along the floor and a few racks with weapons fastened to them.

If you had to guess you’d say this was a training room.

In the middle of the room is a group of people in white armor all standing stock-still in a box formation as one of them with a strange orange shoulder pad talks to a man in all black.

The man in all black immediately radiates power and you figure that's where the intimidating feeling is seeping from. From what you can see, he’s wearing an all-black outfit with a long black cape and a hood. You can’t see his face from this angle but you can hear what he’s saying and it doesn’t sound good.

“Commander, if the only time your troops are properly disciplined is when I’m the one doing it then perhaps the problem lies with you.” The white armor guy with the orange shoulder pad nods, although you’re sure he’s probably trembling under his suit. You know you would be if you were in his position, the man in black's words are a clear threat.

“I understand, Supreme leader, I will double their training and punish them accordingly if you give me the chance” You can hear the slight quiver in his voice as he answers, and it makes you curious as to how one man could cause so much fear. You wonder if he’s some sort of alien or horrifically scarred monster. Or if the mask in that room belonged to him and his whole face was practically burnt off. That would garner the type of reaction the ‘Commander’ is having.

Unable to resist the need to see what he looks like, you take a tentative step closer when the man in black's head whips in your direction. You freeze, the black soulless eyes of a mask stare directly into you.

You want to turn and run but you remember the other people couldn’t see you so you stay put, turning your head, you check to see if there’s anyone behind you but there’s not a soul in sight. Creepy. Maybe he just heard something outside the door?

“Dismissed.” His voice is deep and absolute, it leaves no room for hesitation or questioning, and at his command every single man in white files out of the room. You unconsciously step out of the way despite knowing they would probably pass through you. The man in black never turns his gaze away from you. There was no way he could see you? Right?

Once every other person has left the room the place becomes deathly silent. You can’t feel the air but if you could you’re sure it would be suffocating. Your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest and you’re sure you’re going to wake up from this nightmare any minute now.

“Droid.” You almost flinch, furrowing your brow in confusion as you assume he’s addressing you until a small black and gray ball in the corner springs to life and rolls over. “Detect nearby lifeforms” His hollow eyes still never leave you even when commanding the ball.

The small thing beeps a few different notes and various colors flash on its tiny head before a robotic voice exclaims;

“No other lifeforms detected, Sir” With a wave of a hand the ball is dismissed and it rolls away back to its corner and powers off. The man in front of you tilts his head.

“You again.” This time you’re certain he’s speaking to you. You don’t know how or why he can see you but more than that his words catch you off guard.

It’s your turn to tilt your head as you whisper out “Again?” in confusion. You don’t recall ever meeting this man in real life or in any of your dreams, and you would remember a man like him.

He takes a single step forward and you follow with a single step back. The others couldn’t hurt you because they couldn’t see you, but he might be different. You were beginning to wonder if this was really a dream after all. To try and test it out, you pinch yourself and are surprised when the pain blossoms on your arm.

Shit. Where were you? How do you wake yourself up like last night? You needed to get out of here. You stumble a few steps backwards and the man reaches out with his hand. You’re not sure why, there was no way he could reach you from where he’s standing.

For the first time in what feels like hours, his gaze drops from you to his hands like he’s confused about why he couldn’t reach you from several feet away and you take his moment of distraction to make a run for it.

You immediately turn around, flinching as you pass through the door you entered through and trying to remember the way you came. If you could find your way back to that room maybe you could wake yourself up again.

Much to your advantage, in this weird dream-like state your body seems to have endless stamina so you’re flying through the corridors with ease. The solace you feel is short-lived, however, as a glance behind you shows the masked man hot on your heels.

His long gait is almost equivalent to your run and you’re a little irritated at how slow he’s making you look by walking that fast. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen anyone walk with that much purpose and power.

After what feels like a million left turns and one right you finally make it back to the door you first passed through, barely noticing the fact that the closer you got to it the more scarce people became. Wasting no time, you dash into the blindingly white room once more, ignoring the mask as you pass it and phase back into the familiar bedroom you started in.

The doors at least managed to slow your pursuer for a moment and you take advantage of his delay. Shutting your eyes tight you try to imagine your bedroom ceiling but your chest is heaving from pure adrenaline and you can hear his footsteps getting louder and overall it feels impossible to focus.

You back away from the door as it beeps from the other side, frantically looking for someplace to hide but the chance slips away from you as the door slides open. The man's frame takes up practically the entire doorway and now that he’s only a few feet in front of you you experience the full expanse of his height.

What were the chances that this guy wouldn’t kill you? Probably pretty low right?

He steps into the room and the door shuts behind him, leaving the two of you alone in the low fluorescents of the room.

The low fluorescents that turn on when he enters the room because in this crazy world you were in he’s the one who’s actually real despite it all feeling otherwise.

You stare at the blood red cracks that run along this stranger's mask. Your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure even he can hear it, and you attempt once more to force yourself awake to no avail. When you open your eyes again his head is tilted like he finds your actions to be incredibly intriguing. Or perhaps he just thought you were crazy, even you wouldn't rule out the possibility at this point.

At least on a positive note, the incessant tugging in your chest has gone away, replaced by a small but soothing warmth instead. It only made you more confused. Your mind and body were at odds; your head was full of fear, imagining all the different ways this man could mutilate you- while your body was at ease, a content lull thrumming through your ghost-like veins.

He reaches his hand out once more, this time in more of an E.T.-like gesture and though you’re tempted to reach out and complete the gesture, your fear is stronger than your nerdiness and you take another step back accidentally phasing through the small loveseat at the foot of this bed.

The image is just as weird for you as you’re sure it is for him, not that you can see his expression behind that intimidating mask. You don’t know what to do or how to get back home but the silence is becoming suffocating even for someone with no real lungs.

When the man retracts his hand and makes no attempts to get any closer to you your body releases a small amount of tension. It’s as if he realized how trapped and scared you felt and was making an attempt to -at the very least- seem civil.

The small gesture gives you enough confidence to finally find your voice and though you’re not sure if he’ll hear you, you try anyway-

“Who- Who are you? Where am I?” He doesn’t move a single inch and you’re beginning to think he can’t hear you in this state but your panic and frustration begin to shine through anyway. Even if he can’t hear you, you think it might help you to voice your problems.

“Do you know why I-” You look down at the part of you that’s phasing through the loveseat and then look at your hands. To you, they look completely solid but that doesn't explain the fact that you can still walk through things like they don't exist. Even if all of this wasn’t real the fear you were feeling still was.

You look back up at the man, confused and scared as tears prick the corners of your eyes “Do you know why I'm like this?” You’re sure he hasn’t heard you this time either until a small but firm robotic “ No” slips from his mask.

Releasing a frustrated laugh you nod as you wipe the forming tears from your eyes, the low hum of electricity being the only sound that bothers to comfort you. You don’t want this random man to see you cry so you turn away from him, pursing your lips as you stare blankly at the perfectly made bed against the wall.

“I’m guessing you don’t know how to get me home either” You state, taking his prolonged silence as an answer. Whoever this guy was he sure wasn’t one for small talk. Or any talk it seemed.

It’s then that you remember what he said when he first saw you, ‘you again’. He’d recognized you from somewhere. He knew you.

You turn to him abruptly, suspicion and confusion seeping into you, nothing about him seems familiar to you but the word “again” spirals in your brain. Your brows furrow and your tone turns accusatory as you begin to question him.

“You again?” It’s your turn to take a small step towards him and you’re thoroughly surprised by the way his shoulder tense. Maybe this guy wasn’t as scary as you let yourself believe. When he makes no move to explain himself you continue “When you first saw me you said ‘you again’. What did you mean by that? I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

You glare into the dark abyss of the mask's eyes as you gather up as much confidence as you can, trying to mask the underlying fear that still hangs in the back of your mind. If you could turn your fear into anger it would make things a lot easier.

“Who even are you?”

Stiff air and the small rise and fall of his chest are quickly becoming a familiarity to you and you sigh once more, turning away from him. You wrack your brain for another way to get him to talk when you hear a click and a hiss behind you, whipping around just in time to catch him sliding the helmet off of his head.

The sight in front of you instantly replaces every other emotion with a rush of cold shock, because despite what you thought before you do recognize this man. Although he’s not quite as blurry as he was before, you know for certain that this is the man who saved you in the rain.

You don't get the chance to acknowledge this, however, as everything around you goes black and your body begins to wake up in the real world.

Pt.6

A/n: Sorry for no upload last week I was out of town!~Starry

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cookie-crumblr · 8 months ago

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The Smell of Smoke

F!Reader x Yandere Bully OC

Part 8~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part 1 — Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F! Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, NON CON HARD DRUG USAGE(HEROIN), Hospital setting, fire, murder, blood, car accident, high speed car chase, explicit language, descriptive death scene, fighting

The syringe…

The way it pierced your skin like a thin pick of ice, you yelped and tried to stop him. You pushed and pushed but you are just too weak.

And he’s just too strong.

He holds you down, and covers your mouth so you can’t even scream.

The burning intensity of the drug rushing immediately through your veins when he pushes the plug down.

It feels better than the best sex you’ve ever had.

An all body orgasm, with the intensity cranked up to a million. It’s hot, like magma, but it’s not painful in the least. Even the pin prick has vanished into immense and all encapsulating pleasure.

It’s better than heaven, you’d never feel something so amazing anywhere imaginable, except right here on this debauched planet.

You wet yourself, unable to control your bladder anymore, and your body begins to convulse. You’re puking but you can’t even tell, you’re too consumed by the ecstasy.

You tried your hardest to fight… and this is how you die?

…

He lays you on your side as foam and bile start to spill from the side of your lips.

You’re overdosing.

He’s gonna kill you.

He’s really gonna kill you.

You’ll be free at last… at least.

He won’t be able to hurt you now…

You don’t feel too afraid anymore.

*Beep…*

*Beeeeeeeeeeeeep*

“Code Blue! Code Blue!” You’re hearing people rush all around your body, but you aren’t here.

You’re somewhere floating above.

Somewhere dark, with sickly hands ferrying you somewhere. You can’t see with your eyes, but your mind, the hands are made of the tar that’s in your veins.

When suddenly,

*GASP* *COUGH* There’s something in your throat! It’s helping you breathe but it’s so painful! you cough around the strange intrusion, and feel like your gonna throw up more.

The nurses and doctors rush to un-intubate you, since you can breathe on your own again.

You sit up without thinking your body actually responding properly again, you must’ve at least gotten some rest this time.

The nurses tell you to lay back down as the machines all screech around you.

The first recognizable person you see is Ace.

He’s struggling against the nurses that are holding him away from the door to your room as his eyes are trained, locked in on yours.

No one’s ever fought like that just to make sure you’re okay, and you feel something warm in your chest thrum.

Soon Ezra comes up to him and places a hand on his shoulder, stopping Ace from actually hurting anyone.

When Ezra faces you, you start to sob, and your body shakes violently.

Everything he’s put you through,

*BEEP BEEP—BEEP BEEP— BEEP BEEP*

“Calm her down! Get those boys away from her!”

They rush around again giving you things in your various tubes connected to your arm.

You want to say no! at least leave Ace… You don’t want to be alone… You don’t want Ezra to come back without him.

But your throat is hoarse and you can’t speak through the shivers.

You fall back unconscious.

When you come to, Ezra is waiting. His arm is bandaged, and he’s smoking in your hospital room. You go to press the call button…

When your shaking fingers are almost there,

he grabs your wrist tight.

You choke out a sob, you want desperately to keep fighting, but how much more can you actually take.

He removes your blanket from your thigh and puts out his cigarette on your non-broken, non branded leg.

You hiss, the pain becoming far too familiar for your liking.

“You’re getting better at taking what I give you,” he smirks.

“H-how…” You speak without stopping yourself, You don’t even recognize your own voice as it’s so hoarse.“How are you still smiling…?” It’s horrific. All that he’s done to you.

Really, truly, horrific. And he just,

isn’t done.

He’ll never be done,

and that realization is setting in fully now.

He’s never going to stop, until he actually kills you.

His smile only grows with your realization.

Soon he’s checking you out saying that someone at a party shot you up, and taking your limping form to his BMW then shoving you into the back.

You claw at your head and collapse into yourself.

This can’t keep going on! You can’t take anymore! you really are about to break…

Your mind is shattering and there’s nothing you can do about it.

When your about to give in, you see Ace speeding up behind you… He’s in his own car and he’s catching up to you both.

He pulls up beside Ezra, and Ezra speeds up, trying to pass his younger brother.

You’re shaking in the backseat and you buckle yourself in, just in case you crash.

Ace is focused on driving but the way he looked at the black tinted back windows, as if he could see you. Your heart flip flopped. No! You think… If you have hope it’ll only hurt you more when it also shatters…

You don’t know what to do or what to think when you feel the car lurch and a sound of plastics crunching.

Your in the middle seat but the car door next to you crunches inward, you scream! the whole car spins violently before Ezra regains control.

It’s Ace you know it is, but it’s so scary!

Ezra’s driving like a maniac and his brother is too, they’re now trying to run eachother off the road.

You see a wearhouse coming up on the horizon with billowing smoke stacks that look like cigarettes puffing black smog into the blue sky.

Right before the car is in the air, upside down, and squealing, and the smell of burnt rubber and plastics assaults your senses.

You’re glad when all the motion stops, that you put your seat belt on.

Ezra hit his head! He’s unconscious!! You reach next to him and unlock your door, rushing, you’re able to get out and you go to Ace’s upside down, smoking, car. There’s blood covering his face, and soaking his pink hair, making it a deep crimson.

You use your elbow and smash the window without thinking. You must have strength from all the adrenaline rushing through you, cause it shatters.

You use your shirt to get rid of the cubed shards of glass, and are able to unbuckle him and pull him out.

you try your best to leave him the way he was and listen for his heart, and if he’s breathing.

You have a flashback to something you’ve seen before about the song “stayin alive” and how it matches the pulsing motion you need to preform.

His body is silent, and you start chest compressions.

There’s no sound, just the song in your head and your ragged breathing as you put your whole weight down into his chest over and over again.

soon enough Ace gasps, coughing and spitting, and the sound finally comes in. Birds and insects buzz alighting the atmosphere with even more excitement and commotion. the cars groan and crackle with their embers.

Ace reaches up to your face. his bloodshot eyes move from yours to behind you, and he jumps up and throws you behind him. You land roughly on your casted leg and yelp, finally remembering that it is still broken.

Ace shouts, “Ezra!!! ENOUGH!!!” Ezra has a cigarette in his mouth already, and blood all over him matching Ace.

One of them is dying tonight.

You can see this fact now.

“Ezra!! Stop!” You yell and grab Ace’s hand pulling him with you. Through a tall grassy field you run. As you’re trying to run to those smoke stacks in the near distance you feel yourself float for a second, thinking you’re falling you brace, but find that Ace scooped you up, to run with you in his arms.

He saw where you were heading and follows your instinct.

You use this opportunity to look over Ace’s should at Ezra chasing you both. He’s gaining on you.

Ace makes it with you in his arms to the factory and finds a rusted, paint chipped side door, he squeezes you both through, and then rushes through piles of scrap and steel beams, and ginormous vats of whatever.

There’s sunlight barely streaming through the dusty windows that line the top of the room.

But…

There’s no people here!

Nobody to help!

Fuck! what do you do!

Ace puts you down behind a pile of various materials and covers his lip with his finger letting you know to be silent.

You shake your head no! don’t leave me!! please! don’t go Ace! You scream in your own skull.

but he’s running off, going to meet with his brother and end this in a building that smells like smoke.

Your feelings are rushing, adrenaline pumping through your veins, and you glance at everything around you, you finally get an idea.

It’s a horrendous idea that could go horribly wrong… But you intend to finish this first.

These vats, they’re bubbling and there’s wooden beams and a wooden second layer, maybe you could get Ezra’s lighter and start a fire…

There’s levers on the sides of them that open up, as long as the carts aren’t underneath the opening to collect the substance, you could cover this whole floor with whatever’s in there. You start to push the carts out of the way, they’re heavy and they squeal rustily as the roll on the tracks.

You won’t go down without a fight. You aren’t about to let an innocent person die for you.

Once again you steel your frazzled nerves.

Now to find Ezra before Ace does and bait him here.

You bolt, ignoring the pain in your leg, and even though your movement is hindered you push through moving fast!

You can do this!

You round a corner and full body into the man you’re looking for. He stares down at you smirking, before he grabs you by the arms, and you panic momentarily before remembering that this is exactly what you needed.

you have to get that lighter, or….

The cigarette in his mouth. You use your good leg to kick the bone of his ankle. he doubles over in sudden pain, and confusion strikes him as you yank the cigarette from his lips. His confusion makes you able to worm yourself free from his grasp!

he’s faster than you, but walks to chase after you. Hah!

He doesn’t know you have a plan!

You can do this! You really can!

“Y/N~” He laughs, “You’re not gettin’ away from me, jus’ stop fightin’ and give in already, would’ya,”

He stalks after you, not even a little suspicious of why you took his cig.

You run back around the corner and down the dingy halls and up a few metal stairs up to the vats and pull the vat lever, it’s so heavy you use your full weight to actually push down all the way and get it to…

*chur-CHUNK* the ground rumbles as Black bubbling liquid pours out all over the cement, and around the beams, you’re on a metal platform above it thankfully.

“EZRAAAAAA!” You scream, ready to end this.

His brow furrows as your eyes meet his, and you toss the cigarette onto the tar, igniting the whole floor.

*FWOOSH* The flames take to the liquid instantly, you cover you nose with the baggy hospital clothes as oxygen is whipped past you and sucked to the blaze.

Ezra is just outside of the spill and the fire, he thinks you’ve failed as he’s smirking sinisterly, he doesn’t notice the wooden platform above him.

You start pulling smaller levers on the control panel and hitting buttons in a frenzy trying to find anything that could help, and fast!

No! You see the shadow of another man through the fire!

“ACEE!!!!!” The weakened wooden beams crash in on themselves and the floor collapses down lighting on fire as they fall. Ashes and smoke fill the mostly closed building.

You cough and look over the flames.

Ezra is still smiling at you, but it’s different now. He doesn’t even notice his brother in peril!

You have to save Ace! the building is going up in flames now, and you’re running out of time.

If he’s even alive!

More beams and supports fall before you, creating an opening. You move without thinking.

Your lungs burn and the fire licks at your skin through your clothes.

Sirens can be heard in the distance finally.

You’re going to get out of this! you are!

But it’ll be for nothing if Ezra exits this wearhouse too.

First you have to make it to Ace.

He’s under a fallen beam over his upper body!

You don’t even think about it you just start to lift it with inhuman strength. Ace is able to crawl out, he’s coughing badly from the smoke though, and probably has a collapsed lung! Gods!

Ezra grabs you from behind and starts pulling you with him into the roaring flames. Your cast feels hot!!

You swing your broken leg around like a dead weight and land the hard cast right into his knee, causing him to buckle down.

You push him into the fire and tar.

The embers take to him fast, and the last thing you see of Ezra, is his smiling face as his skin turns pitch black, peels, and evaporates off his bone. New ashes rise and you cover your nose harder, not wanting a single bit of him inside you ever again.

He looked oddly… At peace.

The firefighters get you and Ace out. They can do little for the building, but you couldn’t care less.

No one suspects either of you of anything. Just a freak accident and some young 20 somethings exploring buildings they shouldn’t.

No one asked why the tar spilled. So you didn’t say.

The building was apparently insured quite well so they got more money than it was worth and didn’t need to be concerned.

They were more concerned about the car crash and why you were in a high speed chase.

But after the culprit’s charred body was recovered they saw no need to investigate further with his previous record collaborating your story. Although you told the truth you omitted that Ace actually started it.

Thankfully, he did too.

You watch Ezra’s body being moved from the wearhouse to the ambulance in a black body bag. He’s really dead.

You allow yourself a final sigh of relief, as the oxygen pump cycles through your lungs with Ace by your side.

note from cookie: wowie! this one was different from usual, i hope you all enjoyed! i had a lot of fun writing it and finally this bastard got what he deserved!!!

Special thanks to @kawaiikitty67 and @valyalyon for the ideas and inspiration!! tysm for the help!!!!! I needed it! i was in an inspirational rut for a while T.T <3

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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year ago

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Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

#I don't know which of us came up with the kintsukuroi idea but it worked brilliantly #Unexpected discussion of clinging to the idea of normality as something that can be returned to despite thinking you're okay with your #Life altering chronic condition diagnosis 🫠#Off screen nightwing is just not having a good time #I'm still testing out my characterisation of b but I'm pretty happy with him. Good dad b but also pre/no Ethiopia so he's healthier as it i #Oh btw the dolls don't have gender being inanimate the bats are anthropomorphising them #In the same way sailors call their boats she or my mum decided the roomba is a he #Some world building! I stuffed a lot in lol #I like the idea of the bats having different masks. Like the gas mask is for arkham breakouts or gas villains or ivy so it's the famous one #But they also use plain cloth masks or ceramic ones or decorative ones when the occasion calls. They've got scuba ones too #long post #batman #world building #worldbuilding #bruce wayne #possessed doll au #haunted doll #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #batman au #dc oracle #barbara gordon #batgirl #I'm trying to keep the dolls as mindless but watchful as possible #Like they don't have opinions or ideas or anything. You could do literally whatever you wanted as long as you follow The Rules #I don't think the bats really know about the contracts. I think b has inferred something. But it's more trial and error #One idea I had is that the dolls are powered by the life force of past users mutated into... Whatever tf from all the curses.#So by entering the contract you lose a significant chunk of your ability to enter the afterlife.#Yes this would only be noticed by the jl going to the future and trying to find the souls of everyone or smth for whatever reason #And the bats don't have much of anything. Leading to the further impression that they aren't remotely human

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wol-fica · 2 years ago

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-𝔸𝕝𝕝'𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕣-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - you were running, jenna unfortunately caught up

warnings - lil make out session, use of guns

an - teehee

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Your feet hit the ground heavily as you ran.

Your breath was hot, coming out in fast puffs as you sprinted past obstacles and rounded corners in a panic. The gun in your hand felt cold, foreign in your shaking appendage while you searched for a safe place.

Your body was in a panic, eyes tear-clouded, ripping back and forth between possible hiding corners until you found a suitable nook behind a large wooden crate.

You crammed yourself in, wiggling until you felt comfortable within the cobwebs and mold that resided inside of the secluded space. Your weapon was raised and pointed at the only entrance, and exit; your ears were open and searching for any foreign sound heading in your direction.

Footsteps.

Your heart sped up, beating like a drum at a death metal rock concert. The noise flooded your ears as you began to panic, eyes widening in fear as you saw a silhouette appear in front of you. A hand came forward and grabbed your gun by the barrel so you couldn’t shoot, the force pushing you back against the wall.

Another hand went forward and grabbed you by the back of your neck, yanking you upright into their arms. A familiar pheromone invaded your senses, causing you to pause and look up hesitantly.

There stood Jenna, your girlfriend, with a horrific smile on her face as she pressed the base of your gun against your waist.

“Hi pretty girl.” She cooed, rubbing your cheek with her thumb.

“Jenna.” You acknowledged her, leaning your head back so you could look at her properly.

“Your hiding skills need work.”

You snorted, sarcastically rolling your eyes at her comment. Your hands went forward to push her from you, your gun going up to point at her chest.

“Should’ve shot me when you could.” You snapped back, your finger hovering over the trigger.

You expected her to freeze, to try and run away as you fired off into her. Instead, she smiled and giggled, clutching her stomach as she doubled over in laughter. You watched in disbelief, gawking at her as she cackled and howled at your words.

“You’re….you’re funny…that was funny…” Jenna breathed, wiping a tear from her eye.

“What makes you think I won’t?” You challenged, taking a step towards her, “I’m not scared.”

She stood up aruptly, her posture straight and strong as she moved into your personal space again. The barrel of your gun hit her chest, her chin up in defiance of you shooting her.

“Because…” She leaned forward, her nose brushing yours, “I’m distracting to you.”

Her lips pressed against yours, plump and soft and incredibly delicious. Her hand took your gun again and pushed it down so she could back you into the wall and more properly kiss you.

Her tongue prodded against your lips, begging to be let in. You complied, letting the wet muscle slip between your teeth and intertwine with your own tongue. She sighed into you, her hands gripping your hips gently. You whimpered when she started to massage your ass, her fingers kneading the supple flesh through your jeans.

The moment was wonderful, a blissful aura clouding you both as you made out with her.

That was until she shot you.

Red was the color that went everywhere, on the walls, on your face, on hers, everywhere. A gut-dropping feeling pitted in your stomach as the color drained from your face.

This is what Jenna was, a betraying aspect of you life, you knew she was bound to get you one way or another.

The beeping sound of your hit jacket went off, red flashing lights producing from it. A little speaker sounded from the item saying, “Player 6, dead.”

“Cmon Jenna!” You groaned, pouting sadly at her.

“All’s fair in love and laser tag.” Jenna said, grinning before running off to find more people.

You watched her go, a small smile forming on your lips. Your girlfriend was quite the competitive individual, and you loved her for it.

Doesn’t mean you wouldn’t be getting her back later.

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tricked ya HAHAHHAHAHA

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beepbeepdespair · 7 months ago

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she's back <3

#reblogs encouraged #the magnus archives #tma #magpod #agnes montague #tma agnes #agnes montague tma #tma cosplay #cosplay #cosplayer #beep beep likes tma #beep beep cosplays #burning question 🔥#beep beeps horrific face

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minimomoe · 7 months ago

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Love Bites

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia au)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

Chapter Six: Warm Water

“I spent Thanksgiving with somebody who wasn’t Rina this time around. I’m sure you guessed it, so yes, it was with Toji and his family,” you smile. “They have such different personalities but I can tell they really care for each other. I almost started crying in the middle of it.”

You recount the last couple of weeks to Ezra while wiping him down with a warm towel. You know that the nurses do the same but you want to do something for him as well. You gently lay him back into the bed and dip the towel into the bowl of water beside you. “I guess you can say that we’re dating now. Well not that I guess, Toji said that. Actually, he asked to be together and I agreed. He wouldn’t force anything on me,” you explain to him. “Maybe it’s because I haven’t been in a relationship in so long but everything is so exciting. He still visits the shop when he can, but now I spend the weekends with him and his son.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what you admitted to your brother. “Before you get upset, Megumi’s a real sweet kid. And there’s no ex wife or girlfriend that I’m dealing with. I think the mom may have passed away, but I will wait for them to tell me when they’re ready. I think you’d like Megumi. He loves animals. I told him that you were a vet and he had so many questions that only you could answer,” you smile apologetically. “He has a little journal of different animals and their traits, then he gives those animals to different people in his life. Toji is a wolf. Yuji is a tiger. That’s Megumi’s best friend who he loves very much, even if he won’t admit it. Nobara is a fox. That’s his other best friend. Gojo’s a peacock, Nanami is a great white shark, Sukuna’s a bear, and Choso’s a jellyfish. You’ll know who I’m talking about when you wake up.”

You push a thick curl out of Ezra’s face. “I should give you a haircut,” you mutter. You clutch your hand in a fist next to his head. “It’s not that I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You know that I’m a hopeless romantic. I fell in love too many times to count,” you chuckle to yourself. You pull your hand back into your lap and sigh. “But with him I feel… I feel safe. I realize that before I was always waiting for the ball to drop, for another horrific incident to blindside me, but I haven’t felt that impending doom hanging over my head in a while.” You release a shuddering breath and blink up at the fluorescent lights to avoid crying.

“I’m starting to clean up their house. I found mom’s cookbooks, if you can even call them that. You know she had that doctor handwriting that’s impossible to read. I also know that she never really measured anything, so all those recipes are her estimating,” you laugh softly. “I’m thinking about making those cardamon lumps she used to make for us during the holidays for Toji. I also have no idea what to get him for Christmas. Oh, speaking of getting things, I got you another book!” You dig in your bag to retrieve the new book.

You give a small smile. “It’s called Before the Coffee Gets Cold. It’s a book about time traveling, surprisingly. I won’t spoil it too much, but I would love to travel back to talk to mom and dad again, even if it won’t change anything. They even have an old cafe that they always went to that could work like the book.”

Before you could say another word a monitor above Ezra’s head started to beep rapidly. You look at it with concern, unsure of what the machine was reading. Within seconds the other monitors screech as well. You watch in horror while red flashes on all of the screens. Ezra’s expression hasn’t changed, but you rush out of the room, screaming for a nurse or anybody to come help. A few orderlies hear your distress, alerting nearby nurses that run to your location. They all swarm to Ezra’s side, checking his vitals and yelling codes at each other. You watch helplessly behind them. Another orderly tries to pull you away from the scene but you stood stock still.

“Ma’am, you need to leave the room now.”

“Will he be okay? What’s going on?”

“He’s getting the best treatment possible, but please, you can’t stay here.”

“What’s wrong with him? What are they saying?”

“Ma’am please,” the orderly gives you a pained look.

Tears swim in your eyes when you look back onto the bed. A swirl of green, blue and white mix together when the tears get heavy enough. You allow yourself to be pulled away from the room as ordered, leaving the nurses and now doctor to treat your brother. You are led to the waiting room by yourself. The orderly offers to get water but you wave her away. You pace back and forth in the small space, your mind running wild with all the worst possibilities. In haste you trip over your own feet, stumbling into a chair at the last second to avoid hurting yourself, but everything hurts. Your heart clenches, your stomach is churning, your breaths are shallow. With shaky hands you grab your phone, pressing the first contact on your call log. With two rings the line picks up, and you're greeted with Toji’s deep voice.

“Hey baby, how are you?”

You can’t speak. The grief is too much, an invisible hand that constricts your throat so that only a choked sob falls from your lips. You want to explain what’s happening but fail again. Toji starts to panic on the other line, trying to get information out from you but the only thing he can hear is you weeping.

“Send me your location. Can you hear me? Just let me know where you are, I’ll come to you.”

“I’m at the hospital,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Is it your brother? You won’t be alone.”

Toji’s answer was another wave of tears from you. He hates to hear you cry so hard, and he hates that he’s so far away from you. He looks at Nanami, who already saw his demeanor change and waves him away.

“I got it from here,” the blond man says. Toji gives him an appreciative nod, leaving him with the bloody men they cornered. Nanami already paid him no mind, getting down to business without him.

Toji looks down at the mess on the floor and realizes he has blood on his shoes. He couldn’t scare you any more with that. He doesn’t want to scare you at all. Your last words echo in his head before he hung up, about how you didn’t want to be alone. He leaves Nanami without saying another word.

Back at the hospital you wait in the empty waiting room. Despite you declining it the first time, a styrofoam cup of water sits beside you brought by the orderly. You flick it every so often, watching the ripples bounce, cross, and settle on the sides. You’ve calmed down from your call to Toji. Now there’s a cold, mucky feeling sitting heavy on your chest. You empty the contents within the cup in one gulp, trying to wash it down, but the room temperature water felt like slime going down your throat.

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

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#minimoe #x black reader #jjk #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #bakery au #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk nanami #nanami kento #dilf toji #toji is a good dad #jujustu kaisen #toji fluff #fushiguro toji

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sadiecoocoo · 5 months ago

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newest bit of TBB zombie fic that I'm working on. I've made it to 11,000 words already! (but still have a lot more to write)

Echo removed the hand he held to Tech’s mouth. Tech shuffled a bit away, still concealed by the overturned bed. He fought the urge to peek behind it, to see the trooper’s positions. It would risk his own being discovered. He could hear more stumbling footsteps join the group. More troopers were actively entering the room. Tech turned quickly back to Echo, who had a serious and determined look on his face. He didn’t miss the hints of pain and the way his hand shook though. Tech signed quickly how many he suspected being in the room. Echo nodded stiffly. They were vastly outnumbered, and Tech estimated that he had undercounted. He frowned as he tried to come up with some sort of plan that didn’t end terribly. “Hello?” One drawled, accentuating the “o.” Tech tensed as he heard the footsteps move closer. He unholstered his blaster. A few of the troopers cackled again. They sounded manic, and brought chills up Tech’s spine. He held his breath as the footsteps got closer. He lost count of how many were in the room, too many for them to take. Why had he let Wrecker leave them alone? His lip trampled as his heart sped up. Echo placed an equally shaky hand on Tech’s shoulder. He knew he was trying to ground the splicer, but it only seemed to make it worse. Echo could be one of those monsters in a few hours if he didn’t get to work right now. The footsteps were right at the overturned bed. Tech could feel the trooper looming over them, his shadow peeking through gaps. Tech clenched his fists, holding his blaster like a lifeline, which it usually was. Tech saw the trooper place his hand on the top of the bed, as if he were about to look over. They would be spotted. They would be ambushed and terrifyingly outnumbered. They would be killed. He moved to place his back against Echo. He didn’t want to be the reason the ARC died. Echo had been through so much and had bounced back. How can someone possibly bounce back from being torn limb from limb like the corpse Echo had described had been? This was Tech’s fault. He let Wrecker go, he would have stayed if Tech asked him to. He forgot to seal the door after Wrecker left, not thinking about the fact that doors can’t be sealed from the outside. Why couldn’t he think right? Why was he messing up? Why wouldn’t he just jump out and give Echo a chance at finding some way to escape instead of sit here like a toobie? Oh maker, the trooper’s head was peeked over the bed now, he would be able to see them in seconds. No, no, he couldn’t leave his brothers alone. They were somewhere in this facility and they needed him and Echo to survive. They needed them for so many things. Who would fix the Marauder? Who would hack into separatist systems? Who would- A loud clatter made Tech jump. The trooper stopped in his movement, and turned away. He turned away. He didn’t see them. There wasn’t a swarm of zombie troopers attacking them. They didn’t know they were there. Echo grabbed Tech’s hand and pulled him into a tight hug. He gladly accepted it. They had both almost been murdered, he could stand to accept a hug for surviving. He released a shaky, quiet breath. There were tears leaking onto his cheeks, though he couldn’t tell if they were from relief or the quickly dissipating fear. Beep! beep! Beep! Both clones froze. With wide eyes, they turned their head to look at the machine Tech had been running tests on the samples with. It had gone off. It had found something. Tech didn’t even get the chance to be happy that he found something before the bed they hid behind was thrown to the side by two undead troopers. Many more were gathered behind them, their dead eyes shining in the red emergency lighting. Echo grabbed Tech again and shielded him as one lunged, teeth barred in a horrific, bloodied grin.

I put a lot more than usual, but I'm really proud of this part of the fic and wanted to share it ahead of time :)

if anyone would like to be tagged once I finish this, I'd be happy to do it, just let me know! <3

#tbb #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb fanfiction #horror writing #horror #zombies #zombie fic

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takeyourcyanide · 6 months ago

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Flatline

Prompt requested by @doctor-frank-n-stein

AO3

Possible CW: major character death

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character(s): Franken Stein, Lord Death, Spirit Albarn

Word Count: 759

Tags: Character Death, Hospitals, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Death, Self-Sacrifice, Self-blaming, Apologies, Weapons (Soul Eater), Meisters (Soul Eater), Men Crying, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary: Each and every fic making up this series is born of a list of prompts requested by people in my tumblr ask inbox. Spirit sacrificed himself to save Stein in battle. Stein is unsure of how to navigate his newfound feelings of care and grief.

Notes: Prompt: - Hurt/Comfort: You don’t need to apologize, ever. Stein + Lord Death (Strictly non-romantic)

“I’m sorry.”

Stein’s mumbled apology blended nearly perfectly with the monotonous beeping of one of the infirmary’s many heart monitors, with Spirit’s gentle breathing being simultaneously muffled and aided by the oxygen mask strapped to his face.

He did not turn to even so much as glance at Lord Death, of whom was standing uncharacteristically solemnly beside him. His gaze was transfixed on his weapon.. or what was left of him.

“Hm?” The shinigami hummed, staring down at Franken. He noted how wide his eyes were, his countenance unreadable. The only discernible emotion present was some sort of mixture between horrification and a dissociative disorientation. It was clear as day that the meister he knew was not in the room with him, he was somewhere else entirely, somewhere in the deepest, darkest recesses of his mind. He was somewhere in his inner labyrinth that no one else had ever seen before, that no one else was allowed in.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, sounding eerily reminiscent of a robot.

“Stein.” He called out, hoping to see any sign of life in the other. Franken did not turn. He did not move at all. He placed a large, gloved hand on his shoulder, shaking him softly. And finally, he glanced up at him. “You don’t need to apologize, ever. I mean it. It’s not your fault. What happened wasn’t your fault.”

Stein’s lips parted, seemingly searching for words to emit. His brows furrowed, his facial muscles twitching.

“Why-“

The incessant beeping of the monitor became a string of the same note, playing on and on and on. An abrupt and telling change, causing time to cease marching for a brief moment - and only for a moment, as a few nurses rushed in, shoving them aside.

They performed all the CPR that they could possibly perform, even accidentally breaking a rib or two, cracking his sternum trying to get his heart pumping again. There was no symbol of any imminent return to life, to his body. He was gone.

Lord Death grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him out of the room, as he repeatedly and longingly glanced back at his friend, his first friend, his first ever friend, the first person to really treat him as though he were human be wheeled off and treated like every other carcass.

“Franken,” he said, his voice grounding, as he enfolded the shaken male outside of the infirmary. “It’s not your fault.”

Stein found that his jaw had gone slack, his eyes bulging out from their sockets. He was entirely still for a moment, unsure of what to do, or what was appropriate to do. He had no footing, no ground to stand on. Caring about someone else wasn’t a burden he’d ever had to bear. And he’d never felt so responsible for someone else before. He’d never felt remorseful, he’d never played the same scenes over and over and over again in his head, pondering what he could’ve done differently, what could’ve saved one of the only people to ever believe in him, to care for his livelihood.

“How is it not my fault? I’m his meister,” he sobbed, gasping for air. His body began to move on its own, his arms wrapping around Lord Death’s much taller torso, grabbing fistfuls of his cloak. “He’s dead.”

Lord Death placed a hand on the back of his head, his free arm encasing him. “You can only do so much. He chose to sacrifice himself-“

“To save me. He saved me. He chose to save me. Why?”

“Well, because you were his meister. You were his friend. He’d do anything for his friends. You don’t have much experience with friendship, do you, son?”

“I don’t have much experience with any of this! I don’t know how to deal with any of this!” Stein whimpered pitifully. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Continue on. Continue living just as you have. That’s all we can do, isn’t it?”

‘You can only do so much.’

“You still have everyone else, Stein. You still have Marie and-“

“Spirit’s dead…… I’m not built for friendship. Or to be saved.”

A sigh reverberated within Lord Death’s form, as he went completely silent. A ball was stuck in Stein’s throat as he listened to his own pathetic cries, effectively asphyxiating him.

There was only one thing the both of them could do; they could, over time, come to accept that nothing would ever be the same again. Not in that academy, not in their lives. Not without the vivacity of Spirit Albarn.

#soul eater #takeyourcyanide #franken stein #stein #stein soul eater #dr stein #spirit albarn #spirit soul eater #lord death #shinigami sama #writing prompts #writing prompt #writing requests

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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Stuck storming Pt.2

Pairings: Weems x R (Platonic)

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: You and Weems are still stuck in Burlington. Your still sick, weems is in touch with her parental side.

TW: flooding, sickness (like flu symptoms), medicine

A/n Im slowly working my way through your requests :)

When she returned with the supplies, she looked over at you. You had drifted off to a fevered sleep and she was thankful she had locked the car when she left. She reached over and felt your check for signs of improvement concern only growing as she felt that your fever had risen in her absence.

Placing the goods in the backseat she turned the engine on and made her way back to the apartment.

She looked over at you and immediately felt bad. She couldn’t carry you and the things from the chemist so she would have to wake you up. She felt guilty for making you come with. After gently rousing you from your sleep she guided you back to the building under the safety of the umbrella.

After the two of you were back in the apartment, you beelined for the couch and curled up in a ball planning to go back to sleep asap.

However, weems had other plans. After fixing you a glass of apple juice she came over and crouched in front of you. You cracked open an eye and looked at her making her chuckle softly at your threatening expression.

“Darling take these and let me take your temperature then you can go back to sleep.” She reasoned and you grunted and sat up. She passed you the tablet and then the juice. Deciding not to give you the fever reducers just yet until she had a read on how hot you were. Depending on that she may give your body a chance to fight it on its own.

With a gentle hand she placed a finger on the underside of your chin and tilted your head to face her. She used her thumb to open your lips and slipped the thermometer inside. You were confused and the glaze in your eyes seemed thicker now than it had been in the car. Weems was only growing more worried.

She took the juice from where the cup was tilting dangerously in your loose grip and placed it on the coffee table. She waited and after a minute was rewarded by the beeping of the stick. You jolted slightly half asleep and forgetting it was there. The principal chucked despite her worry and took the plastic from your mouth. She looked at the little screen and frowned.

“I guess you're getting those fever reducers after all my darling girl.” She said and you nodded still seeming only distantly aware of what was going on around you.

The principal popped two white tablets from a blister packet and put them directly in your mouth before bringing the glass of juice to your lips and telling you to swallow. You did and she guided you back into a lying posting. Lifting your legs up onto the couch and propping you up and pillow. Once you were asleep, she went over to the dining table and pulled out her laptop, aiming to get some emails she knew she would have, sorted before you woke up again.

You slept fitfully for an hour, the fever dulling but still hot enough to make you have some questionable and mildly horrific dreams which had led to a lot of whimpering.

You were laid on the couch in the living room with the TV on a low volume. You whimpered again as you dreamt of fire and brimstone. Weems looked up from where she was answering emails from teachers at the dining table nearby. She glanced over your sweaty and pale form before another ding from her computer drew her attention again as a new email pinged into her inbox. Nothing too interesting, a couple requests for changes in lunch duties and two requests for sick days and an alert of a three-day absence to attend a family funeral, so she would need to organise a substitute. Apparently nevermore was safe from the flooding so that was a relief. Another whimper drew her attention again and she stood, trying to avoid her chair making noise as she stood.

She made her way to you and crouched down on the flood, sitting on her hunches beside where you laid your head against the pillows. Your face was screwed up either from the nightmare, fever or a mix of both Larissa couldn’t quite tell. The small crease in your brow looked tight. She gently wiped the sweaty curls from your forehead with her left hand gently holding the hair back, before bringing the back of her right palm up to your brow to gauge your fever. Your face was pale with a dark flush of fever over your cheeks. Under her hand your skin felt hot and clammy. Much hotter than it been before when she checked. Your fever reducers must have worn off and as she checked the time on her gold watch she sighed. Yes. They had worn off about fifteen minutes ago and it was time for another dose. Which had given your fever enough time to amp right up.

Flipping her hand over she used both to brush your hair back, smoothing it with tender gentle care she stood and went to fetch you a fresh glass of water, the medicine, a fresh cool cloth and the thermometer. She easily located the items from where she had left them earlier that day and quickly hurried back to your side.

Using the back of her hand she stroked your cheek and whispered softly to wake you up.

“Y/n/n, honey. Time to wake up sweet girl.” She said and you stirred, whining softly and shifting your position turning slightly away from her. Larissa chuckled and tried again.

“Y/n darling you need to wake up.” She said still softly, her hand cupping your cheek and her thumb running soothingly over your cheekbone. This time your eyes fluttered open. And Larissa cooed softly.

“Oh darling.” She said sympathetically when she saw your eyes were glazed and glassy, looking around sluggishly evidently confused. You clumsily tried to sit up but Larissa gently pressed her hand flat against your chest.

“Sh sh shhh. Its ok. Stay lying down darling. Let me help you. Slowly does it.” She said, her hands under your armpits to guide you gently into a sitting position without hurting yourself. You were limp and let her manhandle you into a better position.

When you were finally propped up against the pillows on the couch Larissa smiled softly at you.

“How are you feeling Y/n?” She asked and you smiled lopsidedly still half asleep. Merely humming a response. She chuckled softly.

“That good huh?” And you hummed again still giving her nothing useful to work with. She leaned down to pull the wet cloth from the bowl of water, not taking her eyes off you as she wrung it out.

Your eyes were drooping as she ran the cloth over your face and arms to cool you down. Occasionally dipping it back into the cold water and ridding the excess water. You made small noises when the cloth came into contact with your feverish skin which made Larissa smiled softly. You were adorable even when sick. She had quickly developed a soft spot for you in her heart.

Once the cloth rested on your forehead, she pulled out the thermometer from behind her on the coffee table. You thought it was impressive in heels, however if you had been more lucid you would have noticed she wasn’t wearing her usual heels but fluffy socks. She tapped your cheek, and you opened your mouth obediently.

“Good girl.” She smiled and you beamed from behind the thermometer she had slipped in your mouth.

She moved to sit beside you and started flicking through Netflix now your show had ended. She moved to put on another studio Ghibli film, my neighbour Totoro this time. You smiled at the choice.

You jumped slightly when the stick you had forgotten about beeped and Larissa chuckled softly and rubbed your arm.

“Alright sweet girl let's take a look.” She said and slowly removed it. She frowned slightly.

“101.3” she turned to you, seeing your sad expression as you fed off her energy. “But that’s ok we can fix that.” She said with a soft smile. You nodded and she reached for the glass beside you on the table.

She helped guide the glass to your lips encouraging you to take small sips. She gave you the medicine and fluffed the pillows a bit. Gently she guided you back into them for more rest. Your eyes fluttered shut of their own accord and you smiled sleepily.

After a bit she moved from beside you and went back to the dining table. Slowly slipping back into her work she settled back into the rhythm listening to your soft breathing. Every once in a while, she would pause to hazard a glance in your direction to check on you. More than twice, she gauged your temperature again with the back of her hand and made note of its lowering intensity. At one point she had replaced a wet cloth on your forehead which now sat limp and dejectedly on the floor having fallen from it spot on your head whilst you rolled around in a fevered haze.

After about an hour your fever broke, and Larissa was glad that that was over. You were still sick but on the upswing of it all and it was now late evening after she left you to sleep though lunch.

After an amazing dinner that Larissa hand fed you despite your half-attempted excuses and failed tries to feed yourself with shaking hands. After diner she tucked you into a real bed this time and the rain was slowing outside. It would likely be another day before the roads cleared and the principal was sure you would be ok by then. But to be honest it felt good to be cared for instead of isolated when you were this sick. Maybe the principal wasn’t as uptight and professional as she seemed. After all she had provided you with a fresh band t-shirt after your fever broke and you had sweat through the last one. Imagine dragons this time. Cute.

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Tower Town, Chapter 22 - The Final Slice

Part 3

Paolo felt a stab of pain shoot through his head. He growled softly.

Anita stopped, and Giuseppe crept up to him. “What's up?”

“I think… I think something here's… set off a memory. Agh.” He gripped his head as a small trickle of sauce came out of his nose.

Anita turned back. “Too bad you didn't bring a med kit, Sepp.”

The man grinned. “Actually, I've got some things stuck away in my pockets.” He reached, opening one of the many pockets on his vest. “Think I've got some painkillers here-”

“W-wait!” Paolo said in a harsh whisper. He looked up at the ceiling…

The corridor was dark, rocky, full of shadowy objects. And other things like… pipes? “Hey, I think I know where we are.” He paled.

Anita grabbed him by both shoulders. “Totino, where are we?”

“When I was Pizzahead,” he whispered, “there was a level… an area that tailored itself to the person's most traumatic moments.”

“Peppino told me about that,” Giuseppe said, paling himself. “It threw him back to the Great War.”

Anita ground her teeth. “I know you had some really nasty experiences in the war, Sepp, but my fears then were a little more subjective than this.” She looked around.

Giuseppe did, as well. “Yeah. This doesn't look anything like Inferno. It's more like…”

They looked at each other in horror.

“The Demon Base!”

Paolo's head swam as he suddenly found himself moving at high speed - Giuseppe had him under one arm, Anita under the other, running as fast as he could. Paolo looked back - the floor had opened where they had been standing, the hole belching flames.

The lights came up, and Paolo heard the beeping of a timer.

He looked up. “Giuseppe!” He yelled! “This place is reactive! It'll channel and twist your worst traumas!”

“Figured that out, thanks!” He yelled.

Horrific monsters popped up everywhere. Giuseppe frantically weaved, leapt, and bounced off the walls as he tried to evade. Anita's scope eye was wide, and she was furiously firing shots at the monsters, trying to stall them more than anything.

The walls and floors writhed, shifting into new shapes. Pipes wriggled like dull tentacles, joining together to form walls. The lights swung, casting crazy shadows everywhere. As Giuseppe ran up a flight of metal stairs, they tried to shift and block their way.

Only the man's frantic speed was keeping them ahead of the violent shifting… and he was slowly losing the battle.

“Sepp! That beeping means-” Anita started

“-there’s a nuke about to go off!” Giuseppe finished. “I know!”

Paolo's eyes bulged. “A nuke??”

“This-” he paused as he hurtled a downed monster - “this place is recreating a base we almost died in! A demon set off a nuke trying to kill us! We've got maybe three minutes before we're ash!”

Paolo looked around. His head throbbed… and a memory came back as he saw something on the wall. “Anita!” He called. “You see those knobs on the walls and ceiling?”

She turned, her eye weaving around. “Yeah?”

“Those are like cameras! It's part of the Tower's tracking system! Try to shoot ‘em out! It'll make it harder for it to block us!”

She nodded and started aiming for anything that looked like a node. “Sepp, I- know you- you're trying to- to dodge, but I can't- hoof!- get a bead- on anything!”

“Can't help ya there, Nita,” Giuseppe bellowed, “got other problems!”

Anita grumbled but kept shooting- and finally landed a hit. A deep roaring rumble seemed to roll through the floor.

“That's it! Keep it up!” Paolo yelled. He looked up at Giuseppe…

The man's eyes were wide, wild, almost insane. Sweat was rolling down his face, and his teeth were clenched in abject terror.

Suddenly a series of visions of Peppino wearing the same face flashed through his mind.

He's utterly terrified.

He looked around, and found things were starting to look familiar.

“I can't find the way out!” Giuseppe yelled.

“Giuseppe!” Paolo screamed. “Go left!”

The man looked down. “How do you know?”

“Trust me!”

Giuseppe's shoes screeched as he turned left hard, running up a set of stairs. He found himself in a long hallway.

“Run halfway down and turn right, into the wall!” Paolo said.

“That's insane!” Giuseppe shrieked.

“Trust me!” Paolo yelled back.

Anita made several hits, and the low rumble became an enraged bellow. The noise was deafening.

Reaching the halfway point, Giuseppe turned…

They ran through the wall as if it wasn't there.

“Huh?” Giuseppe said.

“It's all a trick!” Paolo said. “It's messing with your head! Making you see things different! This isn't my fear! And her shooting out its eyes is confusing it!” Paolo pointed. “Up that staircase, then on the second landing, run into the wall!”

He did so, passing through again.

“The base had one more floor!” Anita said, shooting another node.

“Yeah, but the door was locked, remember?” Giuseppe yelled.

“There'll be a key, then!” Paolo yelled.

“I bet it'll be where that drive was!” Anita yelled back. “Look for a big concentration of monsters!”

Paolo looked down a hallway as they passed. “Back that way! Over there!”

Anita looked at her watch. “We've got about one minute!’

Giuseppe skidded back the way they came, dropping the two violently, then he roared as he charged headfirst at the mob of creatures. Paolo saw a familiar force field form in front of the man as he charged, and the monsters exploded and slammed into walls as the force of his impact smashed them. “Gogogo!” He yelled, bouncing off walls, punching and kicking to keep the monsters occupied.

Paolo and Anita ran in, searching frantically. Then Paolo saw it, over Anita's shoulder. “There! In that computer port!”

Anita spun, pulled the key, and ran back outside. “We've got it, Sepp!”

Suddenly they were picked up again, speeding back down the hallway. “Thirty seconds!” Anita yelled.

Giuseppe leapt straight up the stairwell, bouncing off the walls, and landed in front of a door. Anita reached out, plugging the key into a slot beside the door…

The door made a cheerful ding as it opened into an elevator.

All three dove in. The shriek of air being superheated pierced the air as Giuseppe pressed the “up” button repeatedly at supersonic speed.

Seconds after the elevator doors reopened, a massive tremor shook the entire tower.

The three stepped out, then slumped to the ground.

“Second… second time you've had to outrun a nuke, Sepp,” Anita said. She smiled. “Even had a Ninda along this time, too. If only Gus had been here, we'd have had the whole set.”

The big man was gasping, in the throes of an apparent panic attack. He curled into a ball, clutching his head, tears running down his face. He was panting, painful-sounding breaths exploding out of him.

Anita sat next to him. “Hey, hey, Sepp, it's OK. We got out. We're OK. Deep, slow breaths, remember?”

Though he didn't turn his head, he nodded vigorously, and slowly his breathing started to even out.

Then he started trembling, and the breathing became anguished sobs.

Anita wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders. “Shhh, it's OK, Sepp. It's OK.”

Paolo sat down. “Is he…?”

Anita sighed as the old soldier trembled and quaked. “It wasn't so bad, when it first happened. But as the years went by, it ate at him more and more - just how close we came to death.” She laid her forehead on the man's shoulder. “It hasn't been this bad in a long time, though.”

Giuseppe was babbling now. “I-I-I couldn't- we almost- I-I-I wasn't f-fast enough! No, I w-WAS fast en-en-enough, b-b-but-” he looked around frantically. “Nita? N-Nita, where's Gus? Where's Gus, Nita??” The man's voice was full of terror and anguish. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Paolo by the shoulders, and Paolo fought not to flinch at the touch. “Doc, where’s Gus??”

Paolo looked at Anita and mouthed, “‘Doctor’?”

“He's flashing back,” Anita murmured. She leaned in front of Giuseppe's face, so he could see her face. “Sepp, Gus is with Peppino. Remember? This isn't the demon base. We're in the Pizzamancer's Tower.”

Giuseppe's face screwed up in anger. “D- don't be stupid, Nita! I grab-grabbed all three-three of you!” He snarled at Paolo, who leaned back. “What'd you d-do to him, you damn Bread?” He lunged-

Anita expertly twisted Giuseppe's arm upward, twisting the other behind him. “Sepp, STOP! That isn't Houlwea! And Gus is with Peppino!”

“Why would Gus be with Peppino??” Giuseppe snarled. “Pep-Peppino's back in La Crosta! Living my-” he stopped, his face falling, his limbs slackening. “Living my life.” Anita let him go, and he put his face in his hands. “Gus is dead, isn't he? I left him behind!”

“No, Sepp, no.” She grabbed his hand in hers. “You got us all out. You saved us all. All three of us.”

Giuseppe looked up, the dullness of his eyes slowly brightening. “I… I did? I did. Yeah.” He looked at Paolo. “You're… you're not…”

Paolo hesitantly put a hand on the man's knee. “I'm Paolo, Mr. Spaghetti. Paolo Totino. But you saved me, just now. Saved us both. Th-thank you.”

Suddenly, Giuseppe's eyes cleared, and he looked over at Anita, holding out his hand. “Oh, God, Nita, I'm so sorry.”

Anita quickly took the big man's hand in hers again. “Sepp, you've been through… been through a lot. You can't be strong all the time. You're gonna break eventually.”

Giuseppe nodded, sadly. “Especially when you've got some issues you didn't even know you had.” He leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “I didn't think I was jealous of Peppino. Especially with all the shit he went through himself. Guess I was wrong.”

Paolo felt a barrage of memories surface.

Classmates walking away from him. “Come on, leave this weirdo alone!”

His father, screaming at him, as he dragged him away from the front of a culinary school. “You're not gonna be some goddamn CHEF! You're gonna BE somebody!”

An empty pizzeria, and a note…

Boss, we can't do this anymore. Call us when you get your head back on straight.

He winced. “Jealousy can be sneaky like that.” He looked Giuseppe in the eyes. “That's how the Pizzamancer got me, after all.”

“I gotta talk to him,” Giuseppe said, “clear the air. It'll just eat at me otherwise.”

Anita snorted. “If we get out of here, anyway.”

Giuseppe stood, trembling but looking resolute. “We have to keep going. I'll… I'll be OK.”

As Anita and Paolo fell into step behind him, Paolo looked over and saw Anita holding her hand in front of her face, her other hand gripping her wrist.

The hand was trembling violently.

“Anita?” Paolo whispered.

Quickly she balled her trembling hand into a fist, putting both arms down at her sides. “Guess that place affected me more than I thought.” She looked over at him. “Not a word to Sepp, all right? I'll have my own little breakdown later. Right now, we have bigger fish to fry.” She sped up, taking point.

Paolo looked around, and came to a realization. “Well, good news is, we're not nuclear ash drifting through an empty room. Second… I think we've ended up somewhere very interesting.”

Both soldiers stopped. “What do you mean?” Giuseppe said.

In answer, Paolo grinned and walked over to a nondescript wall. “If I'm right, it should be right… about…” he placed a hand on a blank brick…

A door appeared.

“Bingo!” He said happily. “Get in, quick.”

All three quietly slipped into the room, and the wall flashed back into existence behind them.

As the lights came up, various gleaming surfaces came into view.

“Computers?” Anita whispered.

Paolo nodded. “This is a backup control room. The main one is probably where the Pizzamancer's hanging out, but this one is just as connected… and even more hidden.” He sat down at what appeared to be the main screen, and the consoles lit up in response. “I remember some of it now. This is where I watched Peppino and Gustavo make their ascent. I just hope it recognizes me…” He held his hand against a plate, and it lit up, scanning his hand.

A deep, multilayered voice echoed from around them.

User recognized. Welcome back, Paolo Totino.

Paolo grinned even bigger. “Hah. He didn't erase my access. Good. First things first. Computer, conceal this room’s presence and our biometric signatures.”

Action complete.

“Command: conceal the biometric signatures of the following individuals from Tower systems other than this console…” quickly he listed off the name of their entire team.

Confirmed. Biometric signatures no longer visible to Tower systems other than this console.

“Impressive,’ Giuseppe mumbled.

Paolo nodded. “I don't have the powers or training you guys have, but from here, I can be a lot of help to you.” He cracked his knuckles. “I'll be your Mission Control. I bet old Grandpa forgot this place even exists. Else he'd have blocked off my access. Arrogant old crust.” He held up a finger. “Hang on.” He turned, typing a few commands. Immediately a small series of earbud-like devices popped into existence on the same metal plate. “Here, take these and give them to the others.”

Anita picked them up, holding one up to the light. “Comm-buds?”

Paolo grinned. “Exactly. One for each of you. Long as you have these, you'll be able to communicate with me, and each other, anywhere in the Tower.”

“So you're just gonna stay here?” Giuseppe said. “I don't like it. What if the Pizzamancer finds you?”

Paolo shook his head. “Honestly, I'm holding you two back out there. And this is exactly what Peppino wanted. I can defend myself with the Tower's systems.”

“But what if you pass out or something?” Giuseppe growled.

“Look,” Paolo said, frowning. “I get it. You don't want to lose anyone. But…” he paused. “We have to take this guy down. If he gets his way… remember, I shared my brain with this freak.” Paolo locked eyes with the big Italian. “That old gnome was absolutely right. He cares about nobody but himself. He'll destroy the world, and everyone in it, with a smile.” He turned back to the screen. “We can't let him win, no matter what.”

“No matter what…” Anita murmured. She reached up and put a hand on Giuseppe's shoulder. “Come on, Sepp. He's right. We should meet back up with the others.”

Giuseppe sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I know. Just… be careful, all right?”

Paolo grinned. “I don't intend to die yet, big man.” He typed a command, and a pad on the floor glowed green. “I can't access the whole teleporter system yet… but I can put you back where we started. Go on. I'll be in touch.”

The two nodded, slipping a bud in each ear. “Good luck, you crazy pizza-faced bastard,” Giuseppe grinned.

“Good luck, you two,” Paolo returned.

As the two vanished, Paolo turned back to the screen. Now, while they do the legwork, let me see what I can ferret out.

Suddenly a stab of pain lanced through his head. He growled, shook his head, and resumed typing. Assuming my mind doesn't fall apart.

~~~~

The tubes seemed to go on forever. “Hon,” Noisette murmured, “I know you said this place could be bigger on the inside, but…”

“Yeah,” he replied, “this is somethin’ else.”

Fake ambled forward. “We recall now that we explored much of the Tower,” they said, “but nowhere was it so vacuous. It is almost a world into itself.”

Vigi, sitting on Pepperman's head again, squinted into the distance. “Hey, I think I see a light up ahead.”

All five looked at one another. Noise shrugged. “Sounds good t’ me.”

Setting off in the direction of the light, Noisette leaned over, looking him in the eyes, her face full of concern. “Babe, what's wrong? Yer bein’ so serious.”

Noise looked into her eyes. “I'm thinking, babe. This is… this is serious serious. Y'know I'm all about chaos, and a bit of mayhem…” he looked around at the endless rows of sleeping monsters, “but this is… this is bad. Now ain't the time for jokes and pranks. We gotta do somethin’ about this.”

Fake crawled forward. “We apologize for eavesdropping, but we agree. Nevertheless…” they looked around, “what can we do?”

Noise gritted his teeth. “I dunno! Maybe this place has a self-destruct or somethin’! I dunno!” He pulled this hat farther down, covering his eyes. “I dunno what to do!”

Noisette stopped, giving him a hug.

Noise froze. He hated being hugged in front of people. He felt like it was showing weakness. He looked around, expecting the bosses to be sneering, laughing…

Every face was deadly serious.

Noise unclenched a little, leaning into the hug. “I'm sorry, babe.”

“For what?”

“For goin’ all morose on ya.” He turned to the others. “When did I become the leader of this pack of misfits?”

Pepperman grinned… and on him, a grin went on for days. “Well, I'm not sure. But I think you can do the best of all of us.”

Noise laughed. “Figured you'd want it.”

Pepperman laughed. “Boundlessly confident I may be… but leadership is not one of my fortes.”

“I'm a loner at heart, Noise,” Vigi said. “You're used t’ organizing. You got that studio, after all.”

Fake nodded. “We are not a leader.”

Noisette patted Noise on the shoulder. “There ya have it, hon! Now, treat this like a big production number! You can do it!”

Her smile lit up the room.

Noise felt a bit more at ease. She was the only one that could do that for him. “Alright. I guess ya got a point. Let's see what we-”

“Hee hee hee.”

The voice seemed to come from everywhere around them. Everyone immediately took a defensive position.

“You guys are so cute.”

Vigi had his gun out, scanning the area. “Who are ya? Where are ya?”

“Aww, don't worry about little ol’ me! You really ought to be worried about allllll those monsters around you…”

Instinctively the five formed a circle, facing outward. “We would not stand a chance againnnnst this many creatures,” Fake grunted.

“Should we run?” Pepperman asked.

“Where could we?” Noisette said. “We're surrounded!”

“Well, maybe if ya come to see me, I miiiiight be convinced not t’ let ‘em all out at once!” The light in the distance grew brighter. “Come on, it'll be fun!”

Without a word, the five nodded. Noise pulled out his rocket-powered skateboard; Noisette hopped on behind him, and they flew away. Behind, Pepperman charged, Vigi on his head, while Fake hopped alongside, his leaping easily keeping up with the others.

A few moments later, the voice called out again. “Aw, I'm bored already! Let's make this interesting!”

Suddenly a shape swooped out of the darkness and grabbed the leaping Fake.

“Woooooooeeeeey!” The clone yelled as they disappeared.

“Fakey!” Noisette cried.

“Weeee will handle this!” The froglike clone's voice echoed out of the dark. “Don't stop!”

Then several tanks opened up, smaller monstrosities crawling out. Lights on other tanks around them were blinking, as well.

They'd quickly be surrounded.

Pepperman and Vigi stopped.

Noise spun around. “Hey! The hell are you doin’?”

“We'll hold these things off,” Vigi said. “If we all stay, they'll just overwhelm us. Y'all go find… whoever they are… an’ shut ‘em down!”

Pepperman flexed, his smile practically illuminating the area. “Don't fret, friends. Our story isn't over!”

Noise growled. They got a point. He rocketed off again. “If you guys get killed, I ain't payin’ for yer funerals!” He called back behind him.

As they approached the light, the tanks’ occupants started to change. Noise glanced to the sides… and quickly stopped himself from panicking. These ain't monsters. They're… they're real clones. Clones of us.

Around them, copies of Pepperman, Vigi, Noise, and even Fake floated. Farther back, he could see copies of Peppino, Gustavo, and even Brick.

What the hell are they planning?

“Well, well, it's about time!”

Noise screeched to a stop. They were in a sort of alcove in the tubes - a round, almost amphitheatre-ish area. In the center stood a glowing tower, surrounded by what looked like powerful computer consoles. A multitude of screens hovered in the air around it, displaying graph after graph.

No one was there.

Quickly the two hopped off, and Noise stored the skateboard in his bag, pulling out one of his “special” bombs. He grinned wickedly. “Alright, asshole, wherever ya are, if ya don't show herself quick, I'm gonna blow this thing ta bits!”

Noise heard a high-pitched cackle behind him, and he turned.

A figure dove off the top of one of the tubes, claws outstretched, a maniacal fang-toothed grin on their face.

Noise fell backwards-

From the side, a huge cartoon hammer slammed into the creature's face, sending it flying backward. It hit the tube it had leapt from, spread-eagled, and slid down with an almost comical squeaaaaak.

Noisette hefted her hammer. “You all right, hun?”

Noise stood up quickly. “Yeah, thanks, babe. Caught me off-guard.” They slowly approached the creature. It's features looked… oddly familiar.

“Uh, Hun, is it just me, or does this thing look like-” Noisette started.

“-like you?” Noise finished. He started shaking, a mixture of fear, rage, and a sense of violation. How fuckin’ dare he. On closer inspection, it looked… odd. Like her, but-

The thing's eyes flashed open, the irises wild, swirling red spirals. It smiled a fang-toothed grin even Noise found horrifying, and leapt up. “Surprise!”

Noisette swung her hammer again, but the thing leapt up, its legs transforming into springs that launched far into the air. “HEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!” It shrieked as it flew over their heads.

“Hun!” Noisette said, sounding far more serious than usual. “I think it's got my powers!”

Yeah, an’ my crazy! Noise thought. Fucker must've mixed out DNA! Though she could be a bit… extreme… herself, Noisette had often acted as a brake for him, keeping him from reverting back into… what he had been.

The memories tried to come back, and he tamped them down. Not. Now. He chucked a bomb at the thing, but it simply sprang up again.

Noisette leapt up, spiking the thing to the ground, but it just splattered like a blob of paint and reformed instantly. A cloud of spikes shot out of the thing, flying up at Noisette -

She tucked and rolled, her hammer deflecting the spikes as she landed.

Noise was flinging bombs like a madman, but the thing just slithered away or flat-out ignored them.

All while laughing the same maniacal laugh.

Noise ducked as the thing kicked at him, its foot becoming huge and becoming an oddly-detailed boot. The spikes on the heel alone would have turned him into a shishkebab. It slapped the ground, its hands huge, and the whole arena shook, knocking them both off their feet.

How the hell do you fight a living cartoon??

Noisette closed in, her own appearance becoming abstract and cartoonish as she tapped into her own powers. It wasn't something she liked doing to hurt things, but…

The two quickly entangled into a cloud of cartoon violence. Heads, feet, fists, hammers and knives and other things gone too fast to recognize flashed in and out of the dustball.

Noise paused. Can't throw a bomb, I'll hit Sette! He was stumped. How the hell could he-

He looked at a screen - a movie was playing. It was an ancient one. Some said it was centuries older than even the Old War, so old it was crackling. It had been found in an Old Tech ruin, back when he was a kid. It had quickly become a favorite around the world - a movie where cartoons and people were both real… with a villain who was a Toon, masquerading as a human.

It had been both Noise and Noisette's favorite as kids. For him, it was his desire to live in that world. For her, it had given her something to relate to, as her own powers, so similar, had begun to show.

So how did they deal with that guy?

As he remembered, an absolutely vicious grin spread across his face. Hope I brought some along! He rummaged in his bottomless bag…

There it is. He hefted the can, popping the top. He ran towards the two fighters…

“SETTE! MOVE!” He yelled, leaping into the air.

Trusting her husband, she flung herself out of the way.

The creature looked up in surprise. “Huh?”

Noise swung, engulfing it in a wave of pungent chemical.

The creature shrieked, the noise slicing the air as it began to run and melt. “GAAAAAH!! HoW DId yOU-!”

Noise hefted the can next to his head, grinning smugly. Noisette stood back, fully aware of what the can had held. “Yer a Toon, ya damn freak. Toons ain't vulnerable t’ much, but they can be erased… or melted.”

The creature shrieked its rage, half-melted into a puddle of gooey paint. “D-daaaammmmn iiiiiit…” Its voice gurgled and distorted as its face melted beyond recognition. It reached a melting claw towards them, in one last act of defiance…

And then it was simply a puddle of goo.

Noisette's features slowly shifted back into her normal self as her powers settled down. She still stayed back from the powerful stench. “Hun? How'd you know that'd work?”

Noise grabbed the lid off the floor, sealing the can, and put it back in his bag. Then he pointed at the screen. “It ain't Dip, but it did th’ job.” He glanced at the melted puddle. “An’ I thought I wanted to kill this asshole before. Clonin’ you? Turnin’ ya into- into that?” His face was deep red, and he ground his teeth. “I'll see him dead fer that.”

Noisette blinked. She'd seen him angry so many times… but it was different this time. It reminded her of when they'd first met… before he'd reformed. She carefully put a hand on his arm.

He turned, his eyes swirling red spirals just like those the creature had had. His teeth were fangs, and he was drooling a little.

She leapt back, her hammer appearing in her hand by reflex.

Instantly Noise reverted, and he looked afraid. “SETTE? SETTE, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-”

The hammer disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. She reapproached him. “I know, hun. You still got that in you. But you don't have t’ give it to it, y’know.” She hugged him. “I'm proud a’ what you are now.”

He relaxed, and finally returned the gesture. What would I be without her? He glanced at the melted puddle. Probably helpin’ this bastard kill the world.

He noticed something in the pile of goo. “What the…?” He pulled a bucket of water from his bag. “Stand back, babe.” As she backed away, he dumped the water on the pile…

The paint quickly washed away, leaving a strange object, long and thin. He picked it up. “A key card?” He handed it to Noisette.

She flipped it over. “Bet it fits in that thing.” She trotted over to the computer, slotting it in. Instantly the screen filled with windows. “Bingo!” She grinned, typing furiously.

Noise stood by. He'd never really taken to computers, but he forgot sometimes that Noisette had worked with them before they'd met. Y'know, I don't really know that much about her before we met. What else don't I know?

He resolved then and there to fix that.

“Aha!” She chirped. “Guess what I found?” She said in a singsong tone.

“What?”

“Only the destruct command for these things!” She gestured at the tubes. “Wanna do the honors, hun?”

She stepped away - the screen had a blinking EXECUTE box on the screen. He smiled. This is fer all the nasty shit ya did. That ya made us do. For tryin’ to fuck up our world again. He tapped the button.

~~~~

Paolo bashed his fist on the counter in frustration. “Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit! I can't… I can't remember…”

The Tower spoke. Query. User, you have indicated distress due to inability to perform desired functions. Scans indicate neurological damage caused by heavy psychospiritual exposure. Surmise: your possession by Prime User: Dominic Totino has caused memory loss. Query: does User: Paolo Totino wish to have this damage repaired?

Paolo paused as he parsed the Tower's speech. Pretty sure it just said the Pizzamancer possessing me caused brain damage. He considered. That would line up with what they discovered at the hospital. And now it's offering to repair the damage. “Tower… would these repairs change me in any way?”

Negative. Repairs would only affect damaged areas. No personality alteration would occur. Damage appears to be limited to memory areas.

Paolo tapped his lip, then nodded. “What the hell. Can't hurt. Tower, execute repairs.”

Acknowledged. Processing…

Suddenly a purple ray shot out of the ceiling, engulfing Paolo's head. It didn't hurt, but it held him immobile. He felt a strange sensation inside his head…

Towercommand

papadont

illalwaysloveyoupaolo

protocolisasfollows

Paolo tried not to scream as his mind filled with memories and knowledge. While it didn't hurt, the sheer flood of information threatened to drown him.

And just as suddenly, it was over. He felt the memories settle, like books fluttering onto the shelves of his mind. It hadn't just restored his memories - it had given him complete knowledge of the Tower's functions.

He looked at the screen and knew exactly how it worked. He tentatively typed a line, and a burst of information appeared.

Paolo smiled. Oh, this is much better. He cracked his knuckles, and returned to monitoring the others. We'll get you yet, ‘dear’ Grandpa.

~~~~

Vigilante leapt into the air, spinning and flipping. His eye locked on to multiple monsters, firing a round into what he thought was their head. Two fell; three reeled back, but kept coming.

As he spun, Pepperman charged, bowling ove one, spinning and uppercutting another. The creature spun into the air - Fake, in his huge form, caught the beast in their mouth, shaking and worrying it. The creature wailed as it flew apart.

Landing, Fake spit out the remains, returned to their normal form, and formed their fingers and tongue into blades. They slashed and stabbed, doing damage to anything in range.

The three stood in a circle, backs to each other.

“They jus’... don't… stop,” Vigilante panted. “I'm… runnin’ out of bullets.”

Pepperman was wheezing. “I admit… I don't know… how much longer… I can last.”

Fake was trembling. “We are nearing the end of our endurance, as well.”

The creatures paused, and Pepperman took the chance. He charged again, aiming a pinch straight at the creature's face-

The creature seemed to fold in around his fist, making a sickening squelch as it dissolved.

Around them, the monsters were, one and all, falling apart, without a sound.

“What th’... what the hell?” Vigi said. “The ones in th’ tubes are comin’ apart, too.”

Indeed, the tubes, which had been glowing faintly, were one and all fading out, the creatures inside coming apart in clouds of goo.

The all paused, then Vigi spun his sidearm and holstered it. “Maybe Noise and Noisette did somethin’?”

“That is our theory, as well,” Fake said. They fell to all fours. “We are… too tired right now to stand.”

Pepperman grinned. “No worries, my friend. I can still carry you.” Gently, he hefted the clone under his arm, then Vigi climbed on his head.

“Let's see what those two troublemakers have been up to.”

~~~~

As Paolo browsed, he came across a hidden folder labeled “pos2.” Curious, he opened it and browsed the contents.

What he found horrified him.

The documents indicated that the Pizzamancer had been seeding the world with a new nanoplague, similar to the one he'd used after the Old War. So that's what you've been doing, you evil old crust! It was spread all over the world by now. One button and we're back to the Stone Age again! Then he looked closer, and realized… no, it's worse than that. He felt the sauce drain from his face. The new plague was indiscriminate. He's willing to destroy the entire world this time. He leaned back. As annoying as they can be, the world doesn't deserve to be… he leaned back forward, looking at the expected outcome, and shivered, melted alive.

Then he noticed a small, inconspicuous icon: disable.exe. Checking the file, he realized: it's the virus's self-destruct! He read the readme - the program would harmlessly destroy the virus, ending the threat. Guess he didn't want it getting out of his hands. Heh. He did a bit of digging to make sure it wasn't a trap, or some sort of feint, but it was legitimate. Your arrogance will be your undoing, old man, Paolo thought smugly. With a flourish, he ran the program.

Shortly, a brief message popped up: virus terminated.

He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head, grinning.

~~~~

Noisette was typing furiously. Noise leaned back and waited. He was trembling, but he was trying not to show it. When he'd agreed to marry her, he'd sworn to leave some of his worst habits behind. Came damn close to becomin' the old me again.

Never again. He pushed himself up. “Watcha doin’, babe?”

Noisette was focused entirely on the screen. “Seein’ what I can find,” she replied tersely. “I think… I think there's somebody else in here with me.”

Noise tried to parse what she meant. “You mean, in the computer?”

“Yeah. I don't think it's the Big Guy. It's… somebody else.”

About that time, Pepperman walked up. Noise grinned. “Knew they wouldn't get you guys.”

Pepperman set Fake down, and Vigi climbed down. “Admittedly, it was a near thing,” Pepperman said, “but then they just… fell apart. Your doing, I assume?”

Noise grinned, and jerked his thumb at the occupied bunny-woman. “Hers, actually. Let me fill ya in…”

As the four talked, Noisette carefully navigated the cyberscape of the Tower's systems. It had been years since she'd done this, but she didn't seem to be too rusty. She didn't like this part of her. She'd given it up when she married Noise. But I gotta help somehow!

Suddenly a small text window popped up.

Ok, who is this? It said.

I'm not saying, she replied.

I know you're not the Pizzamancer, the reply came. I've been watching you. A pause. Are you in the Tower?

Noisette paused. How to do this… Quickly she tried to trace the line. Surprisingly, it wasn't guarded. If it IS the PM, he's being pretty brazen. The line led to what looked like some kind of secondary control room. Gotcha. She continued chatting with the mystery person while she cut into a camera in the room…

A fuzzy image of Paolo, sitting at a station similar to hers, popped up… just as an identical window popped up on his screen, showing her.

Both of them laughed.

Well, I guess that answers that, she typed.

Indeed, he responded. Where are you?

We fell down some hole, ended up way downstairs. There's thousands of cloning tubes down here. This is where PM was making his monsters.

Oh no, he replied. Can you do anything?

Oh, we took care of them already, she sent back, grinning a little smugly. The boss monster down here had a key card. That's how I got in. We found the destruct sequence for them. No more monsters for Mr. PM.

Good, he replied, and on the screen he leaned back. On my end, I've got access to the whole system, just about. The Tower noticed my brain damage and fixed it. I have control of the teleport system, too. You want me to get you out of there? The others are waiting for you.

Yeah! Give me thirty seconds to lock this down and you can send us. She called over her shoulder as she typed. “No time to explain, but Paolo’s gonna teleport us out! Be ready!” She finished the last line, then the machine locked down, blocked by a password only she knew.

The others all looked surprised. “Wait, huh?” Noise started. “How the hell did he-”

bwip

With the flashlights gone, only the glow of the screen lit the room. A few minutes later, the screen cut off, casting the vast mausoleum into cthonic darkness.

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