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Seventeen: Welcome to Caratland (End)

Characters: Seventeen x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: horror/halloween au, choose your own adventure au, horror au, angst, murder, major character death,

Summary: The night before Halloween, you and your 13 friends decide to go explore the infamous abandoned amusement park: Caratland, where it’s rumored that rides start on their own, empty mascot suits are seen walking around, and people don’t return the same as when they left. Can you and your friends survive the night in Caratland?

a/n: realizing halloween is coming up, i’ve decided to FINALLY finish the au i did last halloween. for those who kept up with it: i’m sorry for discontinuing it. there was hardly any interaction with it so i just lost interest and motivation. and the lack of interaction is why i decided to just put all the choices in this part so you can see all the endings and whatnot. i’m sorry it took so long to wrap things up and there will probably be mistakes so i’m sorry about that, but i hope you all still enjoy it. ALSO LMK WHICH PATH/ENDING YOU GET FIRST TIME AROUND!!!

Tag list: @sadienita @xummie @mingoats @xxbluestrifexx @kwanseo @junhaoshua @allegxdly

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[NOTE: there will probably be mix-ups with paths and endings because i literally just did all of this in 3 days and posted without anyone proof reading it. i will go through everything later to fix and edit things, so please be patient with me!!!]

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16 -- A

“It’s probably best to go back to the breach, right?” you decided. “We know it’s there so it’s the best way to get back.”

“_____ has a point,” Wonwoo shrugged.

“Alright, everyone head back to the hole -- and don’t get split up,” Seungcheol stated before deciding to take the lead.

“Okay, but if I see one of those glorified Chuck E. Cheese mascots coming toward us, I’m leaving all of you behind,” Seungkwan muttered as he followed with the group.

All of you were glancing around trying to keep an eye out for the animatronics, while also trying to quickly and quietly make your way back to the way you’d gotten into the park. You kept mentally kicking yourself for convincing your friends to come here. If it wasn’t for you, you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. You were just lucky everyone was still here...

The gates were starting to come into view, and you felt relief begin to course through you. Your legs were starting to move faster on their own, just wanting to get out of this living nightmare.

Seungcheol shooting his arms out to stop the group was what had you skid to a stop. He whispered loudly for everyone to get down behind the nearby shrubs and two trash bins. The fourteen of you poked your heads around to see what had gotten him to act like this, and your heart sank at what you saw

Serenity was blocking the hole in the fence.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan hissed.

“We’re gonna die here...” Seokmin whispered, but Wonwoo was quick to comfort him.

“What’s the plan now?” Hansol wondered.

“I know it’ll risk us going to jail or something,” Jihoon began, “but I think it’s time we just cave and call someone.”

“No, I’m not going back there!” Seungkwan whispered intensely.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your turned to look at him, “Excuse me?”

“I’d rather get arrested than get murdered,” Mingyu insisted. “At least we know we’ll be safe and alive in jail.”

You made a face, “Will we, though?”

“Listen,” Hansol interrupted as he pulled out his phone, “I’ll just call my parents -- they’re really chill. And worse case scenario, they just lecture us.”

But as he went to make the call, all his phone did was beep at him like the line was busy. He took the phone away from his ear and looked down, furrowing his eyebrows.

“We had service all night, right?” he asked.

“Yeah...?” Joshua replied.

“Well now I don’t for some reason,” he said, turning his phone screen to show his friends.

Mingyu’s eyes widened, “You’re kidding.”

Then everyone, including you, were taking out their phones and checking for service. Just like Hansol, you had no bars.

Unfortunately, everyone else was in the same boat.

Now, Seokmin was on the verge of tears, “We’re going to die here!”

“Don’t get hysterical yet,” Minghao told him. “There’s gotta be a way out of this. Even if we have to wait around until morning, we can probably out-run these hunks of metal.”

“Y’know, I heard a friend of a friend snuck in here once,” Soonyoung began. “Some dude Changkyun knows. He said there’s apparently some sort of underground exit under the food court.”

“At this point, we’ll have to try anything,” Wonwoo sighed.

“So back to the food court?” Seungcheol practically whined.

You took a deep breath, “Unfortunately, yeah.”

[GO TO: 17 -- A]

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16 -- B

“Does anyone even remember where the hole in the fence is?” you asked.

Everyone either gave you blank stares or shook their heads. You let out a sigh.

“Alternate way it is,” Minghao shrugged.

“Let’s just hang here until someone thinks of something,” Seungcheol suggested. “We’re all here, and I think those things are still hanging around wherever we were before. It’ll take a while before we see them again.”

So the fourteen of you hung out at the merry-go-round. Most of you leaned up against the horses or found yourselves sitting down on them. A few of you sat on the two steps of the platform. Chan and Wonwoo were sitting in one of the carriages that most families or parents sat in. All of you were scrolling on your phones or looking at someone else’s phone, trying to research anything about Caratland that might help you find a way out. Maybe a map or a blueprint or something might come up.

Suddenly, the ride jerked. You almost fell over onto Junhui as the ride began turning slowly, the music trying to play but the wiring was too old and worn that it just sounded demonic at best.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Jihoon scoffed. “Who turned on the ride?”

The question was overlooked by Mingyu’s shriek. Every head who was on his side of the merry-go-round whipped over to see Bongbong sitting on a horse only a few rows away from the tall boy. But another scream from Seungkwan was what brought attention to the answer to Jihoon’s question.

Eight was standing at the controls of the ride, his never-changing smile on his face as he slowly waved.

“Run!” Joshua called, leaping off of the horse he was sitting sideways on.

“Run where?” Seokmin called as he scrambled to get off the ride and jump the short fence.

“Food court!” Soonyoung shouted as he pumped his legs as fast as they would go. “It’s a long shot...but I have an idea!”

“I’d rather know the idea first!” Jeonghan called after him as the group ran together away from the merry-go-round.

“One of Changkyun’s friends apparently broke in before!” he tried to explain between breaths. “He said there’s an underground exit there! Who knows if it’s legit, but...”

But it was the only plan they had.

[GO TO: 17 -- A]

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17 -- A

All of you had to squeeze through the tiny basement windows to get back in after finding the doors to be locked once again.

“How’d those fuckers get out in the first place?” Jeonghan huffed as he landed on the concrete floor of the basement. “The doors have been locked this entire time.”

“We’re being chased by animatronics that haven’t been functioning for years, and they’re out to kill us for some reason, and that’s what you’re going to question?” Soonyoung pointed out.

“Can we focus, please?” Seungcheol whined. “The sooner we find this secret eit, the sooner we’re free.”

“Everyone start searching,” Hansol said, waiving for everyone to scour the basement.

All of you searched every inch you could. The floor, the walls, shelves, behind old cupboards and props -- but there was nothing.

“What if it’s not here?” Chan suggested.

“Yeah? And where else would an underground exit be other than in the basement?” Jeonghan shot back.

The youngest frowned and rolled his eyes, “Soonyoung just said it was underground, he didn’t say under what part of the food court.”

“I mean...Jeonghan has a point,” Seokmin admitted hesitantly. “The basement is underground.”

[TO GO UPSTAIRS TO THE FOOD COURT GO TO: 18 -- A]

[TO CONTINUE SEARCHING THE BASEMENT GO TO: 18 -- B]

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18 -- A

“It can’t hurt to check somewhere else,” you spoke up, moving to stand beside Chan. “We’re looked everywhere down here. What if it’s not in the basement? There could be some secret tunnel under a different location and we’re just going to be here wasting our time.”

“I mean...yeah, that makes sense,” Jihoon decided with a shrug. “Alright, we’ll try back upstairs.”

“I don’t wanna go back up there...” Seokmin whined, clinging to the nearest person -- it happened to be Junhui.

“We’re all going,” you reassured him with a soft smile. “Let’s go. Nothing’s going to happen.”

You led the way up the stairs this time, but you found yourself going slow. You strained your ears for any noise on the other side of the basement door but the food court seemed to be quiet. Maybe the animatronics couldn’t get back in since the doors were locked.

You pushed the door open cautiously, poking your head out to glance around. It seemed empty, so you opened the door wider and let everyone else out.

“Is that e--”

SLAM!

All of you jumped back and turned around hearing the basement door slam shut behind the last person out.

“Fuck this, I want out,” Mingyu stated, shaking his head as he began to quickly walk away from the door.

“Hold up,” Wonwoo reached out and grabbed Mingyu’s wrist to keep him with the group. “We should stick together.”

“It probably just closed from the weight of the door anyway,” Minghao figured before going to pull on the door handle.

It didn’t budge.

“Move out of the way, toothpick,” Seungcheol smoothly pushed Minghao out of the way before trying the door himself.

Still nothing.

“D-did it...lock?” Chan asked slowly.

“Haha, would you look at that?” Seungkwan said, checking his wrist that very clearly didn’t have a watch on it. “I actually have to get the fuck out of here. Bye!”

“Maaaaybe,” Hansol grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him back, “don’t do that.”

“Yeah, nobody goes running off, got it?” Jihoon checked, shining his light at everyone to make sure they agreed to the new rule. “Shit’s too weird to be splitting up.”

“I think our best bet would be to hide in the security room until morning,” you spoke up. “It’s probably the safest place in here.”

“_____’s right,” Wonwoo nodded. “Let’s go -- and stick together.”

As a group, all of you made your way to the security room, with you, Jihoon, and Soonyoung leading the way. All of you had your lights, shining them around to make sure the entire area was safe until you made it to the security room and barricaded the door closed.

“Jesus Christ, I hated that,” Mingyu panted as if he had been holding his breath the entire time you were walking.

“I think I almost shit myself,” Soonyoung admitted.

“Imagine your last words being ‘I think I almost shit myself’,” Junhui snorted.

“Hang on, shut the fuck up,” Seungcheol snapped, holding a hand up as he quickly scanned the group in the room. He was trying to count heads while all of you were talking, and as he quickly recounted, his blood turned to ice. “Why are we one short?”

“One short?” Jeonghan asked.

“Someone’s missing,” he said urgently.

“Alright, let’s run attendance real quick,” Jihoon decided, trying to stay level-headed. He pulled out his phone and went to the group chat. “Obviously I’m here. Soonyoung?”

“Here.”

“Seungcheol?”

“Here.”

“Mingyu?”

“Unfortunately here.”

“Hansol?”

“Yup.”

“_____?”

“Here.”

“Joshua?”

Silence.

Jihoon looked up from his phone, repeating, “Josh?”

You and your friends looked around, trying to find Joshua’s face in the crowded room. But nobody spoke up, and the silence following Joshua’s name became deafening.

“Oh fuck...” you breathed, trying to not completely lose your shit. “Did we really lose Josh?”

“We have to go back for him,” Jeonghan insisted.

“What? No!” Seungkwan shouted. “That’s suicide!”

Then everyone was bickering. While everyone of course wanted to hope Joshua was safe, half of the group felt that going back out to look for him would mean all of them would get killed. The other half, on the other hand, were willing to risk their lives to go on a rescue mission.

[TO GO OUT LOOKING FOR JOSHUA GO TO: 19 -- A]

[TO STAY IN THE SECURITY ROOM GO TO: 19 -- B]

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18 -- B

“I mean...how would it be under anywhere else?” you asked slowly with a shrug. “No offense, Chan. But like, this is kind of the only basement in the place.”

“See?” Jeonghan sneered.

Chan just frowned and rolled his eyes.

“There’s gotta be something we missed,” Soonyoung said, trying to stay calm. “Let’s just sweep the place over again.”

But after more looking, you still came up with nothing.

“At this point, I’m about to just dig through the boxes of old animatronic parts and just hope there’s a portal at the bottom or something,” Joshua sighed, slumped against a wall with Jeonghan beside him.

“Good luck,” Jeonghan scoffed. “I already tried picking one up to move them away from the wall but they’re super fucking heavy. It’s literally impossible.”

You turned your head to look at the large stack of boxes. There were piles of various sizes, but the ones at the back pressed up against the wall went up the highest. It was a long shot, but behind the boxes was the only place nobody checked because it couldn’t be reached. But with everyone giving up hope, it didn’t hurt to try, right?

“Hey, Gyu,” you spoke up before pointing to the boxes. “Think you can move those?”

Mingyu shrugged, “Yeah, probably.”

He walked over to the wall and began lifting boxes one-by-one. He grunted as he picked them up and moved them away until he called everyone over.

“There’s metal behind here!” he called over his shoulder.

“Ooh, is it the door?” Soonyoung asked excitedly, pushing himself off the floor.

“Told you it was better to look down here,” Jeonghan said once more.

Jihoon groaned, “Can you let it go? Leave Chan alone already.”

Seungcheol started assisting in the box-moving until the metal door was accessible. Seungcheol tried to push it open, but it didn’t budge. He tried harder, but still nothing.

“Can I try?” Mingyu asked.

Seungcheol stepped out of the way, gesturing for the tallest to give it a shot.

Mingyu threw his shoulder into the door a few times before it finally swung open, leading to a narrow corridor that looked like it would bring you straight to Hell.

“Okay,” Soonyoung breathed out, “let’s see if this is the way to freedom.”

[GO TO 20 -- A]

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19 -- A

“Why is this an argument?!” you shouted over the bickering. “Our friend could be dead! I don’t care if nobody comes with me, but I’m going to find Josh.”

“I’ll go,” Jeonghan stated.

“Me too,” Hansol volunteered with a slight raise of his hand.

“Plus, I highly doubt an animatronic got him,” Minghao scoffed as he went to join your group as you went to open the door.

“Well...good luck with that,” Seungkwan nodded.

In the end, it was you leading the way, with Jeonghan, Hansol, Minghao, Seokmin, and Seungcheol tagging along -- the latter two clinging to each other as you opened the door and went down the short hallway to the door that read EMPLOYEES ONLY on the other side.

“Why would he split off from the group?” Jeonghan wondered. “If he were trying to prank you guys, he would’ve had me in on it.”

“Maybe he just--”

Your sentence was cut off by a scream -- your own scream. Your eyes saw the scene before you: Joshua’s body laying just in front of the EMPLOYEES ONLY door, a bloodied mess. All you could do was scream.

Standing over him, covered in what you could only assume was your friend’s blood, was Bongbong.

“_____, run!” Minghao shouted, grabbing your arm and yanking you away from the door.

He quickly reached for the door and slammed it closed as you and the others ran back down the short hall. Jihoon had poked his head out the door to see what the noise was, and you crashed right into him, hyperventilating as tears welled in your eyes.

God, that image was going to be burned into your brain forever.

“What happened?” he asked.

“J-J-Josh!” you sobbed.

“Those things are in here,” Minghao panted, closing the door to the security room and pressing his back. “Th-they got Josh.”

“You’re fucking with us,” Seungkwan said quietly and very unsurely.

“Would Minghao fuck with you?!” Jeonghan cried. “If you don’t believe us, why don’t you go out there and check for yourself, Kwan? Go get yourself traumatized!”

“Okay, don’t scream at him, it won’t help anything,” Wonwoo spoke up, trying to somehow keep the group put together.

“Let’s just focus on finding a way out,” Seungcheol decided in a shaky voice.

“U-um...guys?” Mingyu spoke up, staring into the monitors.

Everyone gathered over to see what he was looking at.

Each room had a camera and a monitor to go with it. In each room, stood an animatronic. Each camera had an animatronic staring into it, as if they all were staring at the group.

They knew where you were.

“We have to get out of here,” Seomin panted, beginning to hyperventilate. “They’re going to come in here and kill us!”

“I get it’s scary, but we have to stay calm and--”

“Hey!”

Everyone turned their heads a the sudden exclamation. Chan was standing beside a square metal door in the floor with some dusty boxes and wires he’d moved to find it. He smirked, gesturing to the door.

“While you guys were shitting your pants, I found the underground exit,” he stated.

“Well fuck, kid,” Jihoon whistled under his breath.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” Soonyoung said as he threw the trapdoor opened and descended the ladder that led to a narrow corridor.

Chan gave Jeonghan a pointed look, “And you thought I was stupid.”

Jeonghan just rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

[GO TO 20 -- A]

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19 -- B

You felt like a shitty person for not wanting to risk your life for Joshua. You felt extremely guilty that you didn’t want to go out and look for your friend, but truthfully, you were afraid to die -- and that’s why half your friends didn’t want to go looking for him. Not everyone was brave enough to be a hero, and while you always told yourself you would be when putting yourself into the shoes of horror movie characters, it just wasn’t the truth.

But in the midst of the argument of whether or not to go out to search for Josh -- the argument that you stayed silent for -- Mingyu spoke up in a shaky voice, “U-uh...g-guys?”

Everyone turned toward him to see he was staring into the monitors. You all gathered over to see what he was looking at.

Each room had a camera and a monitor to go with it. However, the monitors had gone fuzzy so you couldn’t see anything in any of the rooms.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrowed, “Why are the cameras suddenly down?”

You wished they stayed that way after seeing what was displayed next. In each room, stood an animatronic. Each camera had an animatronic staring into it, as if they all were staring at the group.

They knew where you were.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the most disturbing thing.

You could see on one of the monitors, Bongbong was standing in front of the camera holding a familiar body. Joshua was being held up by his neck, and blood was coming out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and even his ears.

You weren’t the only one to let out a scream and flinch away from the camera, hiding your face as you started panicking and crying.

“We have to get out of here,” Seomin panted, beginning to hyperventilate. “They’re going to come in here and kill us!”

“We have to find the fucking exit!” Seungcheol said in a panic. “Everyone go--”

“Hey!”

Everyone turned their heads a the sudden exclamation. Chan was standing beside a square metal door in the floor with some dusty boxes and wires he’d moved to find it. He was just staring at you like he hadn’t just witnessed what all of you did -- and maybe he didn’t because he was too busy searching.

“Way ahead of you,” he stated.

“Thank god,” Jihoon said under his breath.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” Soonyoung said as he threw the trapdoor opened and descended the ladder that led to a narrow corridor.

Chan gave Jeonghan a pointed look, “And you thought I was stupid.”

Jeonghan just glared at him, “I’m not in the fucking mood.”

And then he went down the ladder.

[GO TO 20 -- A]

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20 -- A

Other than only being wide enough for one person to walk through at a time, it was also very dimly-lit. It definitely looked like something straight out of a horror movie that would 100% lead to the characters’ imminent death.

Needless to say your heart was pounding in your ears.

There was another metal door, but this one was far easier to open. The squeak of it echoed down the corridor as the thirteen of you filed into the room. It seemed to be where they kept the spare mascot suits that actual employees would wear. There were a few of the bodies of the suits hanging up, with heads scattered in corners and on shelves, along with gloves and feet strewn about.

“I hate this,” Jun stated, looking around the room.

“I know these things are empty, but looking into their empty eyes is somehow worse,” Jihoon mumbled, staring at an Eight head.

At the opposite end of the tiny room in the right corner was another metal door. You were starting to wonder how many more metal doors you’d have to encounter in this place.

To the left of the room, there was a tiny wooden door that seemed like it would lead to a crawlspace. You assumed there was just more storage back there, but nobody cared enough to look back there, anyway. The focus was to get out of this place and get to safety.

“C’mon,” you nodded your head toward the other metal door that you assumed would lead to the exit, “let’s keep going.”

As Seungcheol went for the door, you and your friends heard banging. You all paused, Seungcheol’s hand on the handle. You listened for the banging again, and then looked to where it seemed to be coming from.

“Guys?” Joshua’s voice called from behind the small wooden door. “Guys?! Oh my god, guys! C-can you hear me? Hello?! Help me!”

“Josh?” Jeonghan took a step toward the door.

[TO HELP JOSHUA GO TO 21 -- A]

[TO CONTINUE TO THE EXIT GO TO 21 -- B]

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21 -- A

“Joshua!” you cried as you ran to the small door.

You knew what your eyes saw, but was it possible none of it was real? How else would you be hearing Joshua’s voice? He must’ve been alive somehow. Anything seemed possible at this point.

You got down on your knees, opened the small door, and crawled your way through. You stood up as your friends tried to get in behind you, but what you saw made your heart fall into your stomach as your hands went to cover your mouth, muffling the loud sob that came out.

Joshua’s body was slumped against the left wall, looking just as you had remembered.

He was still dead.

Your friends had similar reactions to you. Seokmin even threw up.

Seungcheol shook his head slowly, eyes full of tears while some streaked his cheeks, “We... W-we have to bring his body...”

“He’s right,” Jihoon said solemnly -- his body seemed to be shutting down now, almost uncapable of processing his emotions. “We need evidence of what happened tonight. Nobody will believe us otherwise.”

“I-I hate to say it, b-but...it’ll s-slow us down, though,” Wonwoo interjected through his sniffles. “What if we don’t make it out?”

[TO TAKE JOSHUA’S BODY WITH YOU GO TO 22 -- A]

[TO LEAVE WITHOUT JOSHUA’S BODY GO TO 22 -- B]

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21 -- B

You quickly reached out and grabbed Jeonghan to keep him from going any closer to that door. He turned to look at you, a pained expression on his face.

“Jeonghan, that’s not Joshua,” you told him. “You saw what happened to him. Whatever it is, it’s not him.”

“I think _____’s right,” Wonwoo nodded. “We need to keep going.”

You kept your hold on Jeonghan as all of your began filing out of the mascot room into another narrow corridor like the other one. This one, though, had a sharp right turn before leading down a while to another steel door.

But this door didn’t budge.

Soonyoung was at the head of the group, and he groaned in frustration as he tugged at the handle over and over again, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me; what’s with these doors?!”

You started to hear a thumping. It slowly got louder and louder...

...Or maybe it was closer and closer.

Junhui walked down the way you’d come and poked his head around the corner, his eyes widening at what he saw. He whipped his head back around and booked it straight back to where your group was trying to open the door, calling, “You might wanna hurry up on that door!”

Coming down the hall were all four animatronics, their eyes lit up as they stomped closer and closer.

“It’s not doing anything!” Soonyoung huffed, trying with all his might to open the door. “Mingyu, get up here!”

Mingyu squeezed between bodies to get to the door, trying to open it as the group just shouted for him to be faster.

“We might have to just...face these things,” Chan said. “Once and for all.”

“Yeah? How?” Wonwoo scoffed. “They’ll crush us in seconds.”

“There’s fou-- thirteen of us, and four of them. We might have a shot.”

“Well hurry up and decide so we can at least put the strongest up against them first,” Junhui called.

[TO FACE THE ANIMATRONICS WHILE MINGYU KEEPS WORKING AT THE DOOR GO TO 23 -- A]

[TO FACE THE ANIMATRONICS TOGETHER GO TO 23 -- B]

[TO KEEP TRYING THE DOOR GO TO 23 -- C]

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22 -- A

“We can’t just leave him here,” you stated. “Not only for the evidence, but because he doesn’t deserve to rot away here. His family doesn’t deserve to wonder what happened to him.”

“I’ll grab him,” Seungcheol offered, swallowing his fears and stepping forward to scoop up his friend. “Let’s get him home.”

Chan was the last into the tiny room, so he turned to go. But the wooden door was suddenly closed and wouldn’t open back up.

“What the hell?!” he grunted as he continued to try the door.

“Why’d you let it close, dumbass?!” Jeonghan demanded.

“I didn’t!” Chan shouted back. “It was just open!”

“Ugh, leave it to the fucking baby to--”

“G-guys?” Seokmin asked.

“Can you get off my fucking case?!” Chan huffed as he stood up and went to stand toe-to-toe with Jeonghan. “You’re always such a fucking asshole to me! Why can’t you--”

“Guys?” Seokmin tried again, looking between the left and right walls.

“Are you two really going to argue right now?” Jihoon groaned. “We’re literally--”

“Guys!” Seokmin finally shouted over everyone. “The walls!”

“What about the--”

Jihoon’s question died down as soon as all of you began looking at the walls. They were moving in toward each other, which would crush all of you between them.

Everyone was suddenly in a panic. Everyone was throwing themselves at the door, trying to tug it open before the walls could do anything. Some of you -- such as you and Wonwoo -- decided to spread out so you had more room. But some -- like Jeonghan and Chan, who grouped up by the door with a few others -- created a big human-lump that would be crushed faster. You heard their cries and pleas before they were crushed to death with a sound you couldn’t get out of your ears.

It was only a moment later you met the same fate.

[GO TO ENDING B]

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22 -- B

"Nobody wants to be the asshole that says it’s better to leave him behind, but...” you trailed off.

Wonwoo was right. Joshua would more than likely slow you down. Besides, you knew Josh would want all of you to have the best chance of getting out alive as possible.

“Th-then you go ahead,” Seokmin spoke up, almost like he was afraid to.

“What?” Jihoon asked.

“I...” Seokmin looked at Joshua as more tears welled in his eyes. “It makes me sad to think he’d just be down here alone. I don’t care if he’s...gone. He can’t just stay down here.”

“I’m not leaving my best friend down here,” Jeonghan agreed.

“Seokmin, he’s--”

“Look, just go,” Hansol interrupted whatever Jihoon was going to say. “I’ll help them with the body. You guys just go on ahead.”

Minus the three who wanted to collect Joshua’s body, the group turned and left the small room and went back to the mascot room. Soonyoung tugged on the metal door and led the way down another corridor that looked exactly the same as the one that had led into the mascot room. This one, though, had a sharp right turn before leading down a while to another steel door.

But as you were walking down the hallway, you heard the yells and screams of your three friends. All of you turned on a dime and ran back toward the mascot room but the metal door was already closed and wouldn’t re-open for some reason. All of you were yelling and trying to open the door until you heard a sickening crunch, and then silence.

You all fell silent. You didn’t know what to do now.

“We--” Jihoon’s voice cracked so he cleared his throat. “We should just...keep going...”

Following behind Jihoon, you all turned one by one and went back down the hallway. You turned the corner and walked down that long hallway toward another metal door.

But this door didn’t budge.

Jihoon groaned in frustration as he tugged at the handle over and over again, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me; what’s with these doors?!”

You started to hear a thumping. It slowly got louder and louder...

...Or maybe it was closer and closer.

Coming down the hall were all four animatronics, their eyes lit up as they stomped closer and closer.

“It’s not doing anything!” Soonyoung huffed, trying with all his might to open the door. “Mingyu, get up here!”

Mingyu squeezed between bodies to get to the door, trying to open it as the group just shouted for him to be faster.

“We might have to just...face these things,” Chan said. “Once and for all.”

“Yeah? How?” Wonwoo scoffed. “They’ll crush us in seconds.”

“There’s fou-- nine of us, and four of them. We might have a shot.”

“Well hurry up and decide so we can at least put the strongest up against them first,” Junhui called.

[TO FACE THE ANIMATRONICS WHILE MINGYU KEEPS WORKING AT THE DOOR GO TO 23 -- A]

[TO FACE THE ANIMATRONICS TOGETHER GO TO 23 -- B]

[TO KEEP TRYING THE DOOR GO TO 23 -- C]

»»————-　　————-««

23 -- A

“Mingyu, keep trying the door!” you called to him. “We’ll try to hold them back.”

“We?!” Seungkwan repeated.

Mingyu continued to try to pull the door open as the animatronics slowly turned the corner and began walking toward the nine of you. You weren’t sure how to prepare yourself for this at all, but you knew you couldn’t just turn your back and die.

But you should’ve known what would happen. Four giant machines up against eight fleshy humans who were nowhere near as strong. Sure, all of you were faster than them, but how could you dodge or run in such a narrow hallway? You were doomed from the start.

Well, not you specifically.

Seungcheol had shoved you to the back toward Mingyu, promising to keep you safe. So your friends all died in front of you, and all you could do was stand there and watch in horror.

That’s when Bongbong closed in on you.

“I got the--!”

Mingyu’s exclamation of finally getting the door open was cut off by Bongbong’s arm swinging out and clotheslining him into the wall and cutting off his oxygen.

The attack that was meant for you, but you had ducked underneath.

The light flooded into the corridor, and just like that, the animatronics just shut down. The light turned off in their eyes, and they were frozen with their hands reaching out for you.

Except Bongbong’s arm that was now frozen in place, keeping Mingyu strangled against the wall.

You could hear Mingyu gasping for air as you slowly opened your eyes that you’d squeezed shut when you ducked. You looked up and saw the animatronics were lifeless now, and then you shot up and turned to try to help Mingyu. You pulled and pulled on Bongbong’s arm while you had to watch Mingyu slowly die. It was like watching a movie in slow motion, the way his body went limp and the life drained from his eyes. Still, you stood there and sobbed and told him you’d free him as you continued to pull uselessly at the animatronic.

When it finally set in that you didn’t stand a chance, you ran out the back parking lot where the door opened to. You ran out of the park and to your car -- which was still parked near the other 3 that belonged to your friends that were no longer with you -- and drove off toward home with tears still streaming down your face.

The clock on your car radio said 6:08am.

[GO TO ENDING A]

»»————-　　————-««

23 -- B

“The door’s useless!” you cried. “We’re not going to just turn our backs and die. That’s not how I wanna go out.”

Nobody had any faith, but they knew you were right. Laying down and dying after all of this wasn’t worth it. If you died, at least you would die fighting.

But you should’ve known what would happen. Four giant machines up against nine fleshy humans who were nowhere near as strong. Sure, all of you were faster than them, but how could you dodge or run in such a narrow hallway? You were doomed from the start.

Seungcheol had shoved you to the back toward the door that wouldn’t open, promising to keep you safe. So your friends all died in front of you, and all you could do was stand there and watch in horror.

That’s when Bongbong closed in on you.

[GO TO ENDING B]

»»————-　　————-««

23 -- C

“The door will work!” you swore “Like the basement, remember? Just keep trying!”

Sure, this was different in the way that you had to pull and not push, but it had to give eventually, right?

You continued to face the animatronics that were now starting to close in on all of you. Seungcheol tried to squeeze in besided Mingyu, grabbing the handle and pulling with him. Jihoon crawled between Mingyu’s legs and stood in between the taller boy’s arms, both of his hands wrapped around the handle and tugging with everything he had.

You moved to put yourself in front of your friends. You got all of them into this mess, so you deserved to be the first to die.

As Bongbong closed in on you, you closed your eyes.

“_____--!”

The darkness you saw behind your eyelids suddenly seemed brighter, and you felt a gust of wind from behind you.

There was a couple seconds of silence.

“Holy shit,” Minghao breathed.

You opened one eye just enough to see Bongbong’s face just inches from yours. But...why were the lights in its eyes off?

You opened your eye wider. Then the other one. Its arm was only a hair away from you, but it made no move to actually touch you. There was also light flooding into the corridor from behind you. You whipped your head around to see the door was open, and you looked back at four animatronics. Were they off now?

“Oh my god,” you sighed in a shaky voice, taking a step backward toward the door.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Wonwoo said as he grabbed your hand and all but dragged you out the door.

The door opened to the back of the parking lot. All of you ran as fast as you could toward your cars, only stopping at the hood of the closest one to catch your breath. Seungcheol pulled out his phone.

“It’s 6am,” he reported.

“Maybe that’s why the door didn’t open,” Wonwoo panted, hands on his knees.

“I don’t care to speculate,” Jihoon said as he went to get into one of the four cars. “Take me the fuck home.”

[GO TO ENDING C]

»»————-　　————-««

ENDING A

You weren’t sure what to do about the texts from the group chat when you got home. You swore everyone was dead. You watched them die in front of you.

Soonyoung said he was tripping balls the whole night.

Jeonghan agreed, saying he was sure there was something in the air making them hallucinate.

Even Jihoon was saying something weird had happened that night, because he thought he saw everyone die.

So...maybe they were right?

But when you inevitably went to school Halloween day, something didn’t seem right. Maybe it was because you hadn’t slept all night and you were drained in every sense, or maybe it was because you were convinced all of your friends had died right before your very eyes, but everything felt...off. At least, your friends did. It was their smiles and their voices and their hugs and laughs and promises that everything was fine, but something about it seemed alien to you.

Maybe it was from how emotionally and mentally drained you were, and the fact you didn’t get any sleep, but you swore there was an odd glow to their eyes that wasn’t just the glimmer of the florescents.

And why did Junhui wink at you?

[YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS ESCAPED FROM CARATLAND...OR DID THEY?]

»»————-　　————-««

ENDING B

Get dressed.

Brush your teeth.

Brush your hair.

Go downstairs and converse with your parents.

Drive to school.

Say hello to your friends.

Laugh at what Soonyoung said.

Promise to walk to class with Seokmin and Seungcheol after you go to the bathroom.

Go into the bathroom.

Use the mirror to fix your outfit.

Use your fingers to brush through your hair one more time.

A light reflects off the mirror.

You are the only one in the bathroom.

[NONE OF YOU ESCAPED FROM CARATLAND BUT SOMETHING ELSE DID]

»»————-　　————-««

ENDING C

(NOTE: i know some people might’ve only had josh die while other had more people die. so this part will mention multiple people who didn’t make it home but i will only mention josh by name. sorry if it seems kind of confusing)

You didn’t even want to go back home after everything that happened. But you needed to shower and change, so you dropped your friends off before going home. After getting out of the shower, you checked your phone. Your heart dropped and your stomach was doing flips at what it saw.

One series of texts was from a group chat that was all of the people you were positive made it home from Caratland. All of them were wondering what the fuck was going on.

The other was the original group chat, with a text from Joshua asking if everyone made it home okay. It made a shiver go down your spine. How could he be texting? He died.

Those that had died started having a conversation about hallucinating, insisting something weird must’ve been in the air to make everyone trip and see things that didn’t actually happen. Nobody knew if it was possible. Minghao suggested that at this point, anything was possible. But still, why did all of you have the same hallucination?

The group decided it was best to ignore the message.

When Wonwoo offered to give you a ride to school, you said yes.

The two of you walked to homeroom together and saw the usual group of your friends sitting at the left side of the classroom. But seeing the friends you thought had died now just sitting there like nothing happened made your skin crawl. You wanted to turn around and walk out.

Wonwoo squeezed your hand and continued forward.

You sat and chatted with the group, and everyone seemed to be dancing around the fact that things were...weird. Maybe it was because you hadn’t slept all night and you were drained in every sense, or maybe it was because you were convinced all of your friends had died right before your very eyes, but everything felt...off. At least, your friends did. It was their smiles and their voices and their hugs and laughs and promises that everything was fine, but something about it seemed alien to you.

And why did Joshua wink at you?

[YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS ESCAPED FROM CARATLAND...OR DID THEY?]

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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enemies to lovers ~ mark;midsommar

word count: 2890

request?: yes!

“Midsommar imagine where Mark and reader aren't friends and always fight when the group hangs oit with each other so Josh, Dani, and Christian lock them in a room and they end up admitting their feelings and kissing or smth?”

description: when their friends grow tired of their “rivalry”, so they decide to force them to admit their feelings for one another

pairing: mark x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

Dani raced into the library and sat in front of me. The sound of the doors slamming and her bag loudly rustling caused the other studying students to shush her.

“Party at Christian’s house,” she whispered to me, although we still got a few glares from the surrounding tables. “Tonight. I’m going around 8 to help set up.”

“I have an assignment due Monday, Dani. I can’t go to a party,” I told her.

Dani scoffed. “You have all weekend, and you already know you’re gonna pass. Take one Friday night to let loose and have fun.”

I looked down at my assignment and thought for a moment. “Will...will Mark be there?”

“You know he will be. He lives there.”

“Then no, I’m not going.”

Dani rolled her eyes at me. “You have to get over this stupid feud with Mark. You run with the same friend group, you have to get along eventually.”

“I’ll try when he does.” My outburst earned us more shushing and dirty looks.

My fight with Mark was not my doing. It was the opposite, actually. I had tried to be friends with Mark. When we first met, I was nice and friendly. He was the one who decided to start everything off with insults and harmful comments.

Since then, we never got along. I still tried to be friends with him, for Dani’s sake more than anything. He was Christian’s best friend, and roommate after all. It’s not like I could actually avoid him or anything. But my attempts were proven futile time and time again, as Mark just continued to be a complete and utter dickwad towards me, for no reason other than he was just an asshole.

Knowing I was too frustrated to continue working, I packed my things into my laptop bag and walked out of the library. Dani quickly followed me out. Once the doors closed behind us, she began talking again.

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” she said. “I know this is all on Mark. I still don’t get what his problem is.”

“He’s a jerk,” I responded simply. “And a fuckboy, and all those bad words to describe a guy. I don’t match up to his standards or whatever, so he has to put me in my place.”

“But you’re like me, and he seems to like me.”

“But you’re dating his friend. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be nice to you if you weren’t, but by proxy he has to be nice to you or else Christian would beat the shit out of him. Me, on the other hand, I’m fair game. He doesn’t like me, I have no legitimate ties to any of his friends. He’s free to verbally abuse me as he desires.”

“It’s still not fair,” Dani sighed. “And it sucks because it puts this strain on you and me hanging out whenever Christian and his friends are involved.” She shook her head then shrugged. “I don’t know. You are free to come to the party if you want, though. I’d rather you be there, though. We haven't let loose together in a long time.”

“I’ll think about it,” I told her. “I’ll text you if I decide to come.”

She smiled and gave me a hug before racing off for the class I knew she was late for. I laughed and rolled my eyes before going the other direction.

~~~~~~~

After a lot of internal debates with myself, I decided to go to the party, but only for Dani.

I planned everything out the minute I got out of class: I’d show up early enough that I wasn’t the first person there, but that there weren’t too many people already. Just enough that I could slip in without Mark noticing I was there. I’d stay for an hour or two and hang out with Dani, then I’d go home before it got too crowded, or before the great asshole himself found me.

I got ready at my place and decided to drive myself, so I wouldn’t have an excuse to stay too late and drink. I even parked down the road to make sure I’d be able to leave without being blocked in.

Unfortunately, my timing wasn’t exactly the best as I was the first person to arrive, besides Dani who was still helping set up. The minute I walked through the door, she bounded towards me and hugged me tightly.

“You came!” she said. “I’m so glad!”

“Yeah,” I said, trying not to seem as awkward as I felt. “I decided fuck it. Like you said, we haven’t let loose together in a while. Although, fair warning, I won’t be letting loose too much tonight. I drove myself, and I intend on driving myself home.”

“That’s fine, I’ll pump you full of water after I make you so wasted you can’t walk straight,” she said with a nonchalant shrug. I laughed, although I wasn’t sure if she was completely joking or not.

“You realize you’re supposed to show up fashionably late to parties, not fashionably early, right?”

I cringed at the sound of the voice I wanted to hear the least. I looked past Dani to see Mark standing in the kitchen, putting drinks in a cooler that was set out on the counter.

“Oh wait, I forgot, you have a self curfew. Wouldn’t wanna fall behind on next week’s homework,” he continued.

My body tensed and my grip on Dani’s hands tightened.

“Mark,” Dani snapped.

“What?” he asked. “I’m just saying. I’m sure Miss. Teacher’s Pet can afford to be an actual college student for the night and actually attend a party like a normal person.”

I had to bite back the tears I felt welling up in my eyes. This was why I didn’t like hanging out with the friend group. I really felt like I didn’t belong there, and it was all thanks to Mark.

“Open your mouth one more fucking time, asshole,” Dani hissed. “This may be your house but I will not hesitate to kick your ass to the curb.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Ignore him,” Dani whispered to me. “I’m glad you’re here early. Wanna help set up? Christian wants to do beer pong and the table is down in the basement.”

“Where are you guys gonna put it?” I asked, looking around their cramped living room.

“I don’t know, I told Christian I’d figure it out,” Dani responded, waving away my question. “I just need help bringing it up.”

I shrugged and followed her down to the basement. Like the rest of their place, the boy’s basement was also a mess. It was hard to know where we’d be able to find anything since it looked like everything was just thrown around.

“I’m not shocked,” Dani said upon seeing the state of the basement.

“Neither am I,” I responded. “Do you know roughly where it is?”

“No idea,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll go ask Christian. You look around, give me a second.”

She raced back up the stairs. I looked around the messy basement. I had no desire to dig around in someone else’s mess, but I figured the quicker I found the ping pong table, the quicker I could get out of there.

I heard the door to the basement open again as I was shifting some boxes around. However, instead of Dani, the voice I wanted to hear the least spoke up.

“It’s not over there.”

I spun around to see Mark walking past me towards the wall opposite of the stairs.

“Where’s Dani?” I asked.

“She sent me down to get the ping pong table. She said she wanted to do the last of the stuff upstairs.”

“What else does she have to do?”

“Beats me. I think this is the only thing.”

Mark shoved some stuff aside and pulled the folded pool table from against the wall. I started to approach, but hesitated. “Do you need help with that?”

“No, I got it. Go open the door for me, though. I don’t wanna drop it going up the stairs.”

I quickly bounded up the stairs, excited to get out of that situation. I went to turn the door knob, but found that it wouldn’t budge. “Did you lock the door behind you?”

“What? No. The doorknob locks from the other side.”

“Well, someone locked us down here.”

I heard Mark’s footsteps behind me on the stairs. He reached past me to try and jiggle the doorknob himself. The stairwell was so close that he had to basically be pressed against me. Despite my distain for Mark, I couldn’t help but feel nervous with his closeness. I could smell his cologne, and it made me feel weak in the knees.

When the door knob wouldn’t turn for him, he began beating on the door. “Hey! Guys?! Did someone lock the door?!”

There was no response. My heart began to race, this time in a bad way. I started thinking of the worst, that something had happened to everyone upstairs and Mark and I were going to be locked in the basement until someone came to find us. Who knew how long that would be?

“Is there a window we can climb out?” I asked.

“Don’t be so dramatic, there’s gotta be someone out there to let us out,” Mark responded before banging his hand on the door again and calling out for someone to come open the door.

“I know. I just wanted to know...just in case.”

“Someone will come get us eventually,” Mark repeated. He sat himself down on the stair and looked up at me. “You can sit while we wait. Better than standing.”

He was gesturing to the stair just behind him, which would’ve still had us sitting far too close to one another. Despite my weird feeling from being close to him moments before, I was remembering why I didn’t want to be locked down there with him. I shook my head and pressed my back against the wall.

“Why?” Mark asked.

I wasn’t prepared for the question, so my brain didn’t exactly have a response ready. I stuttered out some nonsense before finally saying, “I-I’d j-just prefer to stand.”

Mark rolled his eyes at me. “Suit yourself.”

It felt like no time was passing as we waited to hear someone outside the door. There was no way to tell how long we had been waiting, and we had both left our phones on the other side of the door. Convenient, huh?

I kept shifting weight between my legs but they were still starting to hurt. I was hoping Dani would finish with setting up soon, or would realize Mark and I had been gone for a long time, and would come to find us. Just thinking about sitting on their comfortable couch was making my legs feel more and more sore by the second.

Noticing my discomfort, Mark grabbed my arm suddenly and yanked me down to sit next to him. I stumbled a little, nearly falling down the stairs, but finally settled onto the stair just behind him. The narrowness of the stairwell caused Mark to brush against my mostly bare legs, which caused my stomach to fill with butterflies.

“Looking at you was making me tired,” he told me. “I don’t understand why you were being so stubborn about sitting down. I’m not gonna bite you or anything.”

“You might,” I muttered to myself.

“I’m not into biting,” Mark responded, smirking at me over his shoulder.

This was new. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Mark was trying to flirt with me.

“I don’t get you,” I blurted before I could stop myself. I could feel my face burning with blush, but I couldn’t take back what I said now.

“What do you mean?” Mark asked, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

“Maybe 10 minutes ago, you were insulting me about being a teacher’s pet and mocking me for showing up so early to the party. Now you’re here giving me a look as if I’m one of those poor girls that you pick up from the clubs every weekend. Can you just decide if you hate me or not and leave it there.”

I was just as shocked by my own outburst as Mark seemed to be.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted.

“Well, you have a weird way of showing that,” I responded. “You thrive off of making fun of me. I’m pretty sure that’s, like, the definition of not liking someone.”

It looked like he was taking a moment to take in what I had said. Finally, he spoke again. “I guess...I guess I’m not exactly the nicest to you.”

I scoffed. “That’s an understatement. I dread having to hang out with Dani when it means you’re going to be there, too. She had to convince me to come here tonight, and the reason I came so early was to leave just as early so I wouldn’t have to be here with you for so long. The things you say are fucking hurtful, Mark. You make me feel like dirt. Like less than dirt. I don’t understand why you treat me the way you do when I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“I know, I know. You’re right,” he said. “Some of the things I’ve said...I’ve taken it way too far. I’m sorry.”

Did Hell just freeze over?

“Did...did you just...?”

“I did. Wanna hear it again? I’m sorry for being such a prick to you, (Y/N),” he repeated. “It’s so wrong of me to act that way, and I’ve taken some of my comments too far. I’m truly sorry.”

I was stunned into silence at this. I couldn’t believe that he was actually apologizing. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d hear the words “I’m sorry” come from Mark’s mouth, and that he’d actually mean them! I was starting to wonder if this was all some sort of elaborate prank he was pulling on me.

“Why do you make fun of me?” I asked. “I’ve tried to be your friend since day one, I don’t think I’ve ever did anything to you.”

Mark looked down at his hands. I could see him trying to work his way through some type of response. Finally, he sighed, sounding defeated, and responded, “Because I like you, and I didn’t think you’d ever like me. So I thought it’d be easier just to push you away than to even try and be friends.”

Well, tonight really is just filled with surprises, huh?

“That’s...a lot to unpack,” I said. “First and foremost, why do you think I wouldn’t like you? You haven’t even given me time to get to know you.”

“You wouldn’t want to get to know me,” he said. “You’re this perfect person in every way. You’re excelling in your classes, you’re so hard working and determined. I’m basically the exact opposite of that. I have zero drive to do school work, I’m just barley passing. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, but you seem so sure of everything. A girl like you would never fall for a guy like me. And I mean...that fucking stings, but you’re probably better off that way. I’d just hold you back.”

I let his words settle in for a moment. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t even sure how much I believed him. After so long of Mark mocking me and putting me down, I had a hard time believing anything he had to say.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t try to help you with that stuff?” I finally asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...if you had told me this from the start, we could’ve worked on that together. I could help you with school work, and help you figure out what you wanted to do with your future. Even if it took years to figure that out, I could’ve helped you.”

Mark lifted his head to look at me. “Would...could you...do you have feelings for me, too?”

“I might,” I admitted, “but you have to work to find that out. You’ve been treating me like trash since we met, it’s not exactly the best start to a relationship. So, I propose we start over.” I held my hand out to him. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).”

He smiled at me and shook my head. “I’m Mark.”

“Nice to meet you, Mark.”

His smile was actually really nice. He looked handsome when he wasn’t trying to be a colossal douchebag.

Near seconds after our little make up, we both heard the lock to the basement door turning. We quickly rose to our feet as Dani pulled the door open, trying (and failing) to hide the grin on her face.

“I didn’t realize the door was locked! Sorry guys.”

Dani had always been a bad liar.

Mark and I shared a look before he walked out of the basement before me, completely abandoning the ping pong table, which was why we had gone down there. Dani was smiling brightly at me as I passed her. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile back as well.

#mark #mark imagine #will poulter #will poulter imagine #will poulter x reader #midsommar #midsommar imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong · 3 years

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Interview

BB: welcome back everyone! So good to see you all here today! We're back for a 3rd time here on BB Channel! Like before we're joined by the lil cuties of Ed and Mari. But this time their parents have come to join!

Rex: hello...

Quetz: Hola!

BB: that wasn't a very strong greeting Rex!

Rex: I'm tired right now. Can't this wait?

BB: time waits for no one and neither does BB!

Mari: already this is super annoying! *sigh* so why'd you decide to bring them into this anyways?

BB: the people who follow this blog need to see how they're doing so long after Chaldea too! You two have had the spotlight for a while, so now you should share.

Ed: I mean... guess that's fair.

Mari: should anyone be dealing with this?

Rex: I'd rather not be here either.

BB: aaaww, don't be like that! This will be fun!

Quetz: that's a very hard sell BB.

BB: just humor me at least.

Rex: ...fine

Quetz: what are we even doing anyways?

BB: some of your interdimensional buds have sent in questions about how you guys are doing, and I'm here to get those answers for them!

Quetz: that actually sounds nice...

BB: what'd I tell ya!?

Rex: yeah yeah, pls get started.

BB: fine. First few are from my precious bombardier beetle! First one she asks: do you have any pets?

Mari: oof! Do we!

Rex: currently we have four dogs: 1 German Shepherd named King, a Pitbull named Sparks, a Dogo Argentino named Duke, and a Corgi named Marshmallow.

Quetz: but also we have a habit of adopting older dogs who aren't likely to get a home because of their age or rescues to give them a nice place to stay.

BB: aaawww, well ain't that wholesome?

Mari: we also have mom's bigass pterosaur!

BB: less wholesome. Next one from my dear yellowjacket: favorite foods?

Rex: PIZZA!

Mari: CAKE!

BB: whoa! Pump the brakes you two! No need to get too excited!

Quetz: ...honestly? I don't really have a favorite food. Just a bunch I like to eat and some I don't. If I had to choose, I'd say chocolate.

Ed: I'm a steak man myself.

BB: 2 sweets, and 2 savories. Next up! Who wakes up earliest?

Rex: Quetz

Ed and Mari: Mom

Quetz: ...I guess it's me... hehehe.

BB: honestly I'm not surprised. She's so damn athletic and even used to be a professional.

BB: next! Where do you all like to go for vacations and such?

Ed: mom and dad have a vacation home in Alaska.

BB: Alaska?! Why?

Mari: when warm weather is the norm for you it's nice to go to the cold to change things up.

Rex: yeah, it's actually very nice. Not too many people and beautiful nature sights.

BB: well to each their own. Another from my dear antlion: how long does it take to pick a movie or TV show to watch?

Quetz: hehehe, we're all so indecisive it takes ages to pick. It's not uncommon for us to give up after taking so long.

BB: you should work on that. This next one's interesting. My precious army ant also suggests a round of common household jobs and the like from each member.

Rex: hmmm

BB: she gave an example of like, who does the cooking?

Quetz: well it's both me and mi amor in that case. The kids aren't very creative.

Ed: hey! We're plenty creative!

Mari: no we're not, don't lie.

Rex: we only really ask that the kids clean their rooms and any messes they make. We handle most everything else.

BB: they should really show some independence tho. Can't coddle them forever.

BB: in the next one, Cadence asks about a house tour and if there's a jacuzzi.

Quetz: a house tour feels like it should be it's own thing.

Rex: yeah, but we do have a jacuzzi dude, so don't worry.

BB: next one's from Reen: she asks what would life be if you weren't in chaldea,

Rex: y'mean like now? I mean... it's a relatively normalish domestic life? With less work tho.

Quetz: si, I've made plenty from my lucha career before retirement we don't have to worry about money much. But mi amof still makes money just in case.

BB: well after that she asks: how was your life before and after meeting each other?

Rex: ...kinda sad. Aside from chaldea and saving the world, I was kinda just... stagnant. Go to work, go home and so on. Not much to my life before then.

Quetz: ...honestly, for me it was the same. After the age of Gods ended we didn't do much of anything. We mostly watched over humanity, I've been summoned in modern day before but that was rare and infrequent.

Rex: ...after I met Quetz tho... I dunno things felt... better? She kinda forced her way into my life after I summoned her and... I was more then ok to accept her... before long we had something beautiful...

Quetz: aww, mi amor! I'm so happy to hear that!

BB: ain't that sweet? Like me and my dear centipede. Final one from Reen: if you could build a dream home then where? (Can be in fantasy)

Rex: I mean... where we are now is good.

Mari: yeah, right at the border of a huge rainforest in the Yucatan sounds fine.

Ed: but what about the fantasy bit?

Quetz: hmmm... we don't really look at fantasy much. But maybe a castle of some kind?

Rex: or a Mayan temple? But with electricity and Wi-Fi.

BB: that's fair. Need those memes in your life. Now some from Kaz! First she asks: what kind of gifts do you give each other?

Rex: uuhh, well I like getting mi corazon custom things. Like some personal clothes, or even a portrait of the two of us.

Quetz: ehehehe, I like to spoil mi amor with extravagant things! Golden treasure and the like!

Mari: concerning...

BB: next, how would you spend the day if it's raining outside?

Rex: I actually enjoy rainy weather, so I like to chill near a window or even on the porch listening to the rain.

Mari: it's very soothing.

BB: how quaint. Last one from Kaz: whose good at cooking and baking?

Quetz: hehehe, that'd be me. Tho it might be considered cheating since I use my goddess power to help.

Mari: well no one else is the greatest normally so it's fine.

BB: a good 'ol better then nothing kinda attitude! Now we're back to Cadence but with more relaxed questions: what's the current house look like?

Rex: ....big.

Mari: like three stories tall with a DEEP basement.

Ed: like... 5 rooms too many.

Quetz: we also have an indoor pool.

Rex: the outside looks almost gothic, but partially taken over by nature.

BB: all this near a rainforest?

Quetz: si! Despite the size, all the nearby trees still tower over it.

BB: nature can get scary. I've seen worse and have been worse but still. Another one: how do family events function? Any specific holidays?

Quetz: ...most family events are just us... going somewhere nice to eat nice food...

Rex: do they mean bringing extended family? My family lives too far to visit often

Quetz: ...and I'd rather not speak of mine... things have gotten rocky as of late.

Mari: right, well for holidays we celebrate most standard one, like Easter and valentine's and such. For October we kinda try to combine Halloween and Day of the dead.

Ed: but Christmas is the most important for us! Mom and Dad always make the biggest celebrations for Christmas!

BB: gotta love the holidays! Especially when your mom is santa... still weird to say that. Next one! Any plans for the future?

Rex: eh... not really? I mean I want to prepare Maria to continue the family magecraft, since Ed has no interest.

Mari: someone has to continue on this lost practice.

BB: good to know it won't be lost to time like we thought. Next one! Daily life?

Rex: I wake up, eat, work on magecraft, spend family time, spend time with Quetz, go to bed.

Quetz: I wake up, workout, eat, workout, spend time with mi familia, lovely time with mi amor and then I sleep.

Ed: I wake up, take a walk, eat, practice soccer, spend family time, sleep.

Mari: sleep, sleep again, dragged to breakfast by mom, eat, eat again, mess with magecraft, eat, sit with everyone else, scroll thru my phone for hours, sleep.

Quetz: *sigh* mija, you need to change your priorities.

Mari: mmmmm... No.

BB: bad habits there Mari. Next they'd like to know if your in contact with anyone from chaldea? Other then me!

Rex: here's a real quick list: Marie, Mash, Kiara, Penth, Astraea, Martha, Ishtar, Gorgon, Jalter, The twins, your kids BB, etc etc.

Quetz: too many to list...

BB: nice you haven't lost contact! Next! About that Wedding?

Rex: well... it was eventful to say the least. Not long after completing the china LB. Most of the servants were invited, and most of Quetz's family showed up.

Quetz: si, Martha officiated it for us. Most of my family were so nice at the time... too bad that hasn't lasted.

Rex: let's not mention that...

BB: it was such a nice wedding! You two were so "nervous" you had trouble with your vows! How adorable!

Mari: why the quotes?

BB: no reason... now we're at the home stretch! Good 'ol Ash has some for stuff that technically hasn't happened yet, but you should still be able to answer! What responsibilities will Rex take on when he joins the pantheon?

Quetz: ...well he'll be largely a guardian of life on earth. Authority over things like the jungle itself, volcanos, and even snow... for some reason.

Rex: well it still snows in mexico... occasionally.

Quetz: and we'll be sharing authority over Venus! I wanted to share it with mi amor!

BB: cute! Hmmm, not sure if you cananswer this one just yet? Adjusting to God hood?

Rex: well I got to try it out a bit. Summoning lava and snow is... interesting. But also... my mind felt... odd... but also clearer? Not sure how to put it...

BB: I'm sure when you get there you'll get it... took me a bit after servant fest. And how did the other divinities react?

BB: actually I have some recordings of that to answer, so play the clip!

A screen appears showing recordings of some servants, one at a time.

Ishtar: eh! She's turning you into a god!? ...I guess you've earned it master...

Eresh: what!? Can you do that?! ...guess I won't see you in Kur... then again I don't think you have any link to Kur anyways.

Kama: do you really think your cut out for it? I mean... if it's just for you two to be together then I guess it's fine.

Astraea: godhood is a very big responsibility master. Are you certain you're up to it? Saving humanity is also a big task but at least that has an end point. This is... eternal.

Qin: oh! So you have decided to go for immortality after all?! Tho not the same as my methods, it is still good to see you two will be happy together!

Scathach: immortality? I've strived for death for so long... to see you go for immortality... Hopefully you'll find happiness, where I couldn't...

The screen turns off.

BB: very interesting! Most seem hesitant of it all... I for one think it's cute! Imagine in a thousand years you guys have a double date with me and my dear stag beetle!

Rex: ...a thousand years...

Quetz: still having trouble processing it all?

Rex: yeah... maybe when I get there... it'll be easier.

BB: now for today's final one! A scenario! One of you two goes berserk! What does the other do to calm them down?

Rex: well that has happened before... usually a nice hug is more then good enough.

Quetz: si! I've almost destroyed a few servants a few times until mi amor caught me in a hug! I can't bring myself to harm him... so I stop!

BB: sounds too easy... but I've seen that before so... I'll let it slide.

BB: well that's all the time we have for now! Hopefully you all are satisfied by the answers! We'll be doing this again, seeya!

Screen cuts out, the show's over.

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adarlingwrites · 4 years

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Dormouse

Summary:

After playing a game with two of The Beach's most dangerous members, the dormouse gets her tail caught by a tiger's paw.

He’ll make a wildcat out of her.

Author’s notes: Huge spoilers for episode 8 and the manga.

TW: blood, references to past self harm.

Edit 5/5/2021: Fleshed out a scene involving Aguni and Yamane’s arm injuries.

propaganda is in our flesh and blood and we rejoice in the control of others / euphoria – poisoning the minds of the future / and it is turning our kids to murder, to murder

A few floors below them, as Last Boss trails his fingers behind Yamane’s legs to point out a few more arteries, their chief converses with his friend, a secret no other Beach members knew.

“That girl is concerning me,” Aguni admits, crossing his arms. “Accepting her in the military sect might have been a mistake. The kid couldn’t even kill without the guilt gnawing her alive. She’s innocent compared to the likes of Niragi.”

“But isn’t that a good thing, Mori?” Hatter asks, leaning back into the sofa and putting his arms behind his back. “She’s a stabilizing element. It might help you with keeping the violent members of the Beach in check by having someone with her restraint around,” he continues, chuckling as he puts his feet up on the coffee table between the sofas. “Plus, it’ll help me sleep better knowing that the military sect of our utopia has members who aren’t simple, mindless killers.”

Aguni’s brow furrows. “Takeru, I’m afraid she’d become more like those two who took her here. I asked Saiko what she knew about that girl. That girl has problems that could drive her over the edge.”

At Aguni’s response, the Hatter smiles and moves to sit next to his friend. “Reminds you too much of yourself?”

Aguni merely nods.

“Remember that quote by Gandhi that I said to recruit the first members of the Beach, Mori? ‘Be the change you want to see in the world.’ Do what you can to help her stay sane.”

Nodding, he pats Hatter’s back.

Above them, another militant was heading towards the balcony. “Last Boss, there’s- whoa. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

The other man stopped in his tracks when he saw the silent militant kneeling in front of a woman.

“I-it’s not what it looks like,” Yamane blurts out, stepping away from the tattooed militant.

The interrupter gave her an awkward nod and rubs the back of his head. Seeing Last Boss with a woman came as a surprise to him; the tattooed man was known for keeping to himself instead of sleeping around like Niragi. Last Boss turns around to give the interrupter a sour look.

“There’s a group of traitors who kept their cards from the previous game. We gotta get rid of them,” the man says, averting his gaze from the two of them.

Last Boss unsheathes his sword, and he turns to Yamane, motioning her to follow.

“Wait- me?” Yamane asks, blood running cold.

“Part of our duty is to discreetly kill traitors,” the other militant says. “Didn’t they tell you that when you came here?”

Gulping, Yamane wordlessly follows the two. It’s finally sinking in; her role in the military sect meant dealing with not just most physical games, but these ugly matters as well.

They walked all the way to the basement, and the other militant waited outside, keeping watch. There were three people kneeling, eyes and mouth bound by duct tape. Their arms and legs are bound as well. Yamane recognizes one of them as the medic that helped Sunohara treat Last Boss’ injuries.

“Go ahead,” Last Boss tells her, kicking a bucket in front of the captive.

Yamane freezes at his command. Eyes flicking towards the captive, she could see the sweat dripping from his skin as he struggled in futility. The taller militant advances on her, tilting her chin with his fingers, and the words don't come to her.

“Put what I taught you into practice. This is the perfect opportunity.”

The dormouse’s only response is a slow, nervous nod. Her small fingers reach for the dagger from her holster, and she kneels behind the bound medic, who was thrashing and sobbing as her other hand pushed his head down.

A gasp escapes Yamane as Last Boss knelt behind her as well, wiry arms guiding her, and his hand over hers. Warm breaths on her neck and his proximity made Yamane feel the heat surge between her legs again, mind muddled by a cocktail of fear and lust hormones. The dagger presses into the victim’s skin, and with Last Boss’ guidance, they make a quick slash to the artery, blood pumping and draining out to the bucket.

“Good Yamaneko,” he whispers, not letting go of her despite the deed being done. His scent engulfs her, and Yamane chokes back a moan, disguising by clearing her throat.

“Let’s move on to the others,” she whispers, moving away from him.

Later that night, in an attempt to purge the mental image of slicing three people’s throats, Yamane’s feet bring her to the loud merrymaking at the pool. She grabs one drink, and sits in a corner. It helps that her status as a militant meant people left her alone.

It didn’t stop Sunohara from sitting next to her, though.

“You really shouldn’t be drinking alcohol while you’re taking tramadol, you know,” she casually mentions, lighting a cigarette. Smoke wafts to Yamane’s face and she waves it away with her free hand. “I thought doctors advise people to stay away from cigarettes, why are you smoking?”

Sunohara laughs. “Touche. I guess I can’t stop you. Just don’t drink before a game. It’ll make you drowsy.”

“Sure, I’ll keep it in mind.”

In consideration, Sunohara blows the smoke away from Yamane’s direction. “So, what was your game tonight? You had so much blood on you.”

“A Spade.”

“I’m not surprised,” Sunohara comments, taking another hit of her cigarette. “Physical games tend to get messy. Though, Heart games can get messy too.”

Now Yamane’s interest is piqued. She never had a heart game before. “What’s in a Heart game?”

“Ah, never played one before? Heart games play with, well, your heart.”

“That’s not very reassuring,” Yamane replies, taking a sip of her cocktail. “What do you mean by it plays with your heart?”

Sunohara flicks her spent cigarette away and crushes it with her sandal. “They’re psychological, the type that uses your emotions to make a fool out of you. They mislead you into thinking that you’d have to do something terrible, but losses can be avoided if you think things through and don’t let your emotions get the best of you.”

“You sound like you’ve seen a lot of Heart games, Sunohara,” Yamane comments, setting her empty drink down.

“Not really. Just two. When you’re a doctor like me, you need to be calm in an emergency. Assess the situation properly, and give proper treatment. I just applied my experiences.”

Sunohara stands up to shake off the ash from her coat, and gives Yamane a smile. “I need to go. My assistant disappeared on me and I need to check the medication supply.”

With that, she sets off. Yamane gulps the last of her drink, and guilt drops like a heavy stone in her stomach. That assistant must have been the man she executed.

Drowsiness settling in, she needs to rest for the games. Unlike when she was surviving on her own, Beach members play them every night regardless of how many days they have left on their visas. Yamane lies on the bed, but her body is still buzzing. She recounts her experiences for the day, and her mind wanders back to the time she spent with Last Boss.

Against her better judgment, her fingers trail downward to the waistband of her shorts, and she pulls them off of her legs, underwear coming off with it. A string of her juices coats her finger as she glided it against her folds.

The little dormouse pleasures herself that night thinking about the tiger above her, fantasizing about him doing unspeakable things to her body. She comes quietly, intensely. Then, she drifts off, the post-orgasmic bliss calming her down.

The next morning, she wakes up feeling worse.

Sluggish, she climbs out of bed, and goes to the bathroom. The blood had come off of her clothes now, so she scrubbed them, rinsed them, took them out of the sink and hung them to dry. In the middle of hanging up her skirt, her stomach rumbles. She forgot to eat last night.

At the lobby, the usual banquet is set out for the residents. Yamane takes all the food she can fit on a plate, goes back up to her room, and eats in peace. She’ll need the strength and energy to survive tonight.

She didn’t know if she should be dismayed or relieved that she’s not grouped with Niragi and Last Boss in the game tonight. Instead, she was grouped with Saiko, Sunohara, Aguni, and another Beach member that she hasn’t spoken to yet. One of them wears a plain white hood, a distant, sly look on his face. They all went through the laser grid, and there were enough phones for ten players.

Soon, other participants arrived.

This game takes place in a hospital, and various implements are laid on the table. Yamane takes note of them; stress balls, large needles, blood bags, scalpels, and buckets. Sunohara was eyeing them as well, deep in thought.

In the middle of the room was a large electronic weighing scale.

“Registration closed. There are currently eight players. Difficulty: Five of Hearts.”

Ice runs through Yamane’s veins. Just last night she was talking to Sunohara about Heart games, and here she was.

“Game: Bloodletting. Rules: There is a bomb in this building. Players must spill enough blood to defuse them all. Time limit: thirty minutes.”

“Spill blood? This should be easy,” Saiko comments, loading her gun.

“Game Start!”

At the cue, Saiko shoots an unaffiliated player dead. Yamane’s eyes widen in surprise, while Sunohara screams, bracing herself against a medical gurney. Aguni is quiet, looking at the corpse, while the man with the white hood rolls his eyes. The others were too shocked to say anything.

“Not enough blood is spilled,” the robotic voice announces.

“Dammit!” Saiko shouts, shooting another player dead. The other one tries to flee, but she makes quick work of her.

“Not enough blood is spilled,” the robotic voice continues.

Saiko points the gun at Sunohara, but Yamane shoves her aside. “Idiot. It didn’t work the first time, what makes you think that it’ll work the fourth time?”

“Huh. Will you look at that. A militant that isn’t entirely stupid,” the man in white comments in a sing-song voice. Saiko turns to him and points her gun. “Would you rather I shoot you, Chishiya?”

“Saiko. Enough,” Aguni commands, crouching to look at the fallen man. “Your strategy clearly doesn’t work.”

Collecting herself, Sunohara sighs. “This is a Heart game. The rules aren’t what they seem. Look around you, there are implements for blood transfusion, and a weighing scale in the middle of the room. The game’s name is ‘Bloodletting’ too.”

“Let’s use the dead’s blood to fill the buckets then,” Aguni suggests. “How long does it take to drain the blood from a man his size?”

“A man that size looks like he has about 1.5 gallons of blood. That’s roughly 5.6 liters, enough to fill ten blood bags, which holds 525 milliliters of blood,” Chishiya comments. “The heart pumps five liters of blood per minute, but that man is dead.”

Saiko and Yamane look at him with bewilderment. “He’s a medical student. I was his senior,” Sunohara comments sheepishly. “But, still, each transfusion would last eight to ten minutes, and that’s on someone alive. There wouldn’t be enough time for us to drain all their blood before the building blows up.”

“It’s still worth the try,” Yamane comments, taking a bucket. She kneels in front of one of the dead players, takes a deep breath to steady her hands, and applies what she learned from Last Boss the night before, the blood spilling into the bucket. Horrified, Sunohara could only watch as Yamane worked. Aguni takes a scalpel and starts to drain the other dead player as well.

“Twenty minutes remaining.”

The doctor takes a steadying breath when she takes a scalpel and kneels. The rest follow suit except for Chishiya, who merely observes. Soon, they were moving buckets of blood to the weighing scale.

“Not enough blood is spilled,” the robotic voice chimes in, and Saiko groans. Sunohara is nervously eyeing the militants, including Yamane, while Chishiya smirks. Impatient, Saiko points her gun at Chishiya again, and Sunohara gets in the way, eyes defiant.

“Get out of my face before I blow your face off instead of his,” Saiko hisses, but Sunohara remains firm. “Stop. I’m not letting anyone else die. This is a Heart game! It’s deliberately fucking with your head to make you think that killing each other is the only solution.”

“There’s something in the rules you’re all overlooking,” Chishiya comments, unfazed. “The rules said players must spill enough blood.”

Upon hearing his remark, Yamane has an epiphany. “Maybe it meant that we should all fill a bag?”

Chishiya smirks.

“Ten minutes remaining.”

Sunohara rushes to gather the blood bags and stress balls, giving them to the remaining players. “We better hurry,” she says, panting. “Hold out your arms,” she instructs. “Chishiya, don’t just stand there, help me!”

He gives her a cheeky smile and gets to work.

Plunging the needle in Yamane’s arm, Chishiya gives her a look. “You’re too clever for this lot.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she responds. “Let’s just focus on the game.”

“Fair.”

Soon, everyone had their needles inserted in their veins. “Now what?” Saiko asks, scowling.

“Squeeze those stress balls!” Sunohara directs, and everyone starts. Slowly but steady, they all fill a bag.

“Five minutes remaining.”

“How long does this take again?” Saiko asks, still hard at squeezing. “Eight to ten minutes,” Sunohara replies, eyeing the weighing scale.

“Three minutes remaining.”

At that point, Yamane was cursing, bag filled only three-fourths of the way through. She looks to the other players’ bags.

“Two minutes remaining.”

Aguni is first to finish his bag, and Sunohara promptly helps him move it to the weighing scale. Chishiya follows, then Saiko, then Sunohara. Yamane’s bag still isn’t full.

“One minute remaining,” the robotic voice chirps again, and Yamane curses. “Hurry the hell up!” Saiko yells, distressed.

“Thirty seconds remaining.”

In desperation, Yamane grabs her bag, puts it on the scale, and takes one of her daggers to slash her arm, blood spilling on the weighing scale.

“Enough blood has been spilled. Game Clear. Congratulations!”

Collective relief rushes through the group. Yamane should be relieved herself, but now, blood continues to spill from her arm. “S-Sunohara, I won’t stop bleeding,” she gasps.

Cursing, Sunohara scrambles to find supplies to help stop the flow. But the pressure wasn't enough; Yamane continues to bleed all over the table. Aguni steps in, meaty palm pressing against the wound. As he kept the pressure on her arm, he notices a few scars on the surface of his underling's skin. Multiple stripes lined up on her wrist, and it only took one look for him to realize that they were self-inflicted. Sensing the discomfort in Yamane's gaze as she watched him stare at her scars, Aguni looks away.

Once the bleeding stopped, Sunohara treats Yamane’s arm, wrapping a bandage around it. “You’re lucky,” Sunohara comments. “The cut wasn’t deep enough to sever your radial artery. A little deeper, and you would be dead in two minutes.”

“Let’s go,” Aguni grunts, collecting the card from the round table that always shows up after a game.

Before they leave, Yamane eyes the bodies of the dead players Saiko shot, and she feels less horrified. Desensitized.

As soon as they arrived in the Beach, she passed through the pool, most of the Beach residents already hard at partying, and Yamane couldn’t stop the dread from creeping up her spine. These people probably saw other people die in a game tonight, yet they’re more than happy to forget all that with a drink and a good fuck.

“Maybe I should try drinking and fucking my sorrows away like them,” a small part of Yamane’s psych tells her. But her own thoughts are interrupted by the rumble of her stomach.

The blood loss made her ravenous, and she went directly to the banquet. Yamane didn’t even take the food back to her room; she just picked up whatever she found appealing and started eating right there. Biting into a chicken leg, Yamane didn’t care for what the onlookers thought. Sauce pooled in the corner of her mouth as she polished off the chicken, not a single shred of meat left on the bone.

“Yamaneko.”

Abruptly, she turns around to see Last Boss giving her an amused look.

Almost choking, Yamane forces herself to swallow the meat in her mouth. She couldn’t look him in the eye after pleasuring herself at the thought of him the night before. “Last Boss. Hey.”

She moves aside to allow him to gather his serving too. Yamane follows him afterwards to a secluded area afterwards, and he seemed to tolerate her presence, allowing her to sit next to him.

“Thank you for last night,” Yamane tells him. “It helped me clear my game tonight.”

Last Boss only stares at her as she ate, which made her self-conscious. She slowed her chewing, and when he didn’t stop, she turned to face him.

“Yes?”

Goosebumps ripple through Yamane’s skin again as the other militant brushes his thumb on her lips, towards the corner of her mouth. He proceeds to lick it off of his finger. Yamane’s entire face is red now, and she rubs the rest of the sauce off of her mouth with a napkin.

“Y-you could’ve just told me I have sauce on me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he finally speaks up.

Yamane just knew that she was going to spend nights touching herself to the thought of him again. Several nights.

Four days later, after a Club, a Diamond, and two Spade games, Yamane is given her new player tag. Number twenty five. She’s slowly becoming a seasoned player.

Every after game, Yamane sought out Last Boss’ company more and more. Whether they spoke or just sat in silence didn’t matter. He hasn’t told her to go away once, so Yamane continues to spend more time with him. People started to talk. Not like Yamane cared; she endured all of that in the real world, it doesn’t faze her anymore in this strange land. Soon, the thoughts of home started to dissipate from her psyche, preoccupied with the games and the twisted sense of acceptance she received from her fellow members of the Beach’s militia.

A day after Yamane’s Spade game, she received her next team assignment. She looks at her slip of paper and proceeds to look for other members. Last Boss locks eyes with her, and holds out his slip of paper. They were grouped with a couple who couldn’t get their hands off of each other in the backseat as Yamane drove. Last Boss sits next to her in the front seat, eyes occasionally wandering to her.

Yamane pretended not to notice, locking her eyes on the road.

Soon, they arrive at the game venue.

A love hotel.

As the two other Beach players walked towards the venue, Yamane leaned against the car, eyeing the neon sign. “This… this probably won't be a Spade game, huh?” she mumbles to her companion, whose mouth was slightly open.

“Ever been to a place like this before?” Yamane asks him, wrapping her arms around herself.

“No.”

Yamane didn’t say anything else after that, proceeding inside the venue with Last Boss.

The signs led them to a large suite, where X-crosses are lined up. Smartwatches are laid out for the players, along with guns. Yamane and Last Boss pick up a phone, and proceed to wear the watches. On Yamane’s watch, an arrow pops up in the display, while a heart shows up on Last Boss’ watch.

As another pair gets in the room, Yamane inspects the guns, which had an arrow engraved on the handle. Her eyes flick to the restraints, and dread washes over her when she sees the heart designs in the red light.

“Please sort yourselves accordingly,” a sign on the table instructs them, and the players are done as they’re told. Last Boss went to the X-cross, which had automatic cuffs that bound his arms and legs. Yamane looks at him with slight discomfort, but he stares at her with a blank expression.

“Registration closed. There are currently six players. Difficulty: Nine of Hearts.”

The other players started to mumble amongst themselves, while Yamane’s eyes remained locked on to her fellow militant.

“Game: Desire. Rules: Arrows must take turns to confess their feelings to the Heart they find most desirable. Arrows must fire the gun at the Heart of their choice. Lying or failing to fire the gun would result in a Game Over. Time limit: five minutes.”

“Shit,” was all Yamane could say.

“First player: Daisuke Inamine.”

Yamane turns to the said player, whose tears are streaming down his face as he looks at his lover. “Shit, I can’t do this! I can’t do this,” he sobs, putting the gun down and running out of the room. A laser fired and killed him in an instant. His lover was crying and screaming, fighting against the X-cross’ restraints.

“Next player: Rina Yamada.”

Hands shaking, the other player picks up the gun, and points it at the boy she came to the venue with. “Hiro,” she starts, voice shaking. “I’ve- I’ve always liked you since middle school,” she confesses, sobs wracking her body. “I appreciate that you enjoy the bento I’d always make for you. I like how you’d always come to protect me from my bullies. I- oh god, Hiro, please, please forgive me.”

“Three minutes remaining.”

Hiro was looking at her with resignation in his eyes. “Enough, Rina. I’ve always liked you too. Please, do what you can to survive.”

Shaking, sobbing, Rina pulls the trigger, firing the gun at Hiro’s chest. She then tosses it away, covering her face as she wails.

“Next player: Minami Yamane.”

#alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #fanfic: dormouse #last boss x oc #takatora samura x oc #oc: minami yamane #last boss #takatora samura #morizono aguni #takeru danma #hatter #oc: lilian sunohara #fanfiction #character study

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3pirouette · 3 years

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Fic: An Experimental Design (10/10)

Title: An Experimental Design

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: Sequel to “What Number?”, also prompted from Steggy Bingo Bash Prompts. Takes place about a week after that fic.

A/N: Thank you all for going on this crazy journey with me. You're the literal best.

Chapter 10: Epilogue: Two by Two

Three Months Later

The gas had done its job.

They passed through dark halls and moved through rooms with their guns drawn, Hydra agents knocked out, lying on the floor. Soldiers moved in behind the Commandos, tying up the passed-out men and moving them to trucks to transport. Morita and Jones started collecting files, throwing any piece of paper they found into bags to be translated later and whooping with joy when they found whole file cabinets if full, undisturbed files.

Three months of breadcrumbs had led them here: a Hydra base hidden in the mountains of Poland, far from the front and any other Hydra bases.

Steve and Peggy pushed forward, guns drawn and the shield up as they cleared the way through the base. They kept Howard’s directive in the front of their minds: Make sure you have enough rings for a month, and keep them taped to your body, not in a pocket. Don’t get separated. If you get caught, get caught together and stay that way. Peggy stayed at Steve’s side, half hidden behind his shield, always in touching distance.

It had taken some time to get used to the feel of the vibranium on the fourth finger of her left hand, but now its presence reassured her every time she heard the small click when she shifted her grip against her gun.

They reached a locked door, and called Dernier over. Instead of the explosion they expected, he quickly picked the lock exposing a brightly lit set of cement stairs.

They could hear the keening before they even took a step.

“I thought the gas penetrated the whole facility?” Steve wondered quietly out loud, slowly starting their descent.

“Should have,” Peggy murmured.

Dum Dum poked him. “I can toss another, we just gotta gear up first.”

Steve held up his hand, signaling them all to be quiet. He wasn’t sure if they could hear it, but he could. And the voice was far too familiar.

“Don’t worry, ok? I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

Peggy looked up at Steve, having heard it as well. “Sounds familiar,” she remarked quietly, referring to both the sound of the voice and the words so similar to what Steve had said to her over and over since this all began.

There was the keening again, a sound that made Peggy wince with recognition. It was a woman, and she was in pain.

“What are you hearing, Steve?” Dugan whispered. Steve just shook his head.

“I’ve got this.” The man’s voice said again, smooth and somewhat cocky. Steve knew that voice, he’d bet anything on it.

A bang against metal made them start, followed by harsh instructions in German.

He lifted his hand again, and looked at his men with serious eyes. They all knew that look: be ready for anything. They started to move again, slowly down the stairs. “Call it out!” Steve yelled when they’d stopped at the bottom of the stairs, still hidden against the wall and clear of the open doorway.

“Ten and two!” The man yelled, giving the Commandos just enough time to come around the corner, guns drawn, ready for the two Hydra soldiers that were guarding the cells. Peggy caught the one farther away in the shoulder with a clean shot, and Dugan moved past her to tackle him to the ground. Steve swung his shield up, catching the closer guard in the face, knocking him out.

“Fucking hell,” the man swore quietly, the sound of a body rattling bars as he pushed against the door to his cell. “Steve?”

Steve stepped away, the unconscious man no longer a threat. Peggy stepped up behind him, shocked.

The large basement was lined with cells, but only two, right next to one another, were occupied. Staring at them, dirty and tired and missing his left arm, was Sargent Bucky Barnes.

“Bucky?” Steve’s surprise was drowned out by the chorus of surprise from behind them, the Commandos just as surprised and shocked to see their dead friend alive and well. They surged forward but Peggy stopped them all.

She turned, hands up. “Gloves. All of you. You know the protocol.”

“Protocol?” Bucky asked, “What…?”

Peggy turned towards him, nodding her head towards the cell next to him. “Who is she?”

Curled in the corner, looking quite ready to scratch off her own skin, was a lithe redhead. She hid her face, hand stretched through the bars. Bucky went to her, reaching out and holding her hand. Peggy and Steve stiffened, watching the way her body relaxed at his touch.

“She was one of theirs, a trained assassin, I think, but… I don’t know what they hell they did to her. She’s in a lot of pain.” He stood, his hand still in hers.

Steve nodded and Jones and Dernier were immediately working on the latches, their thick leather gloves slowing them down while Morita searched the guards for keys.

“Stevie?” Bucky asked, holding on to the bar closest to him, worried with the unfamiliar protocols.

“You can’t touch any of us,” Steve warned. “And you’re the only one that can touch her.” He pointed at the woman who was mumbling in Russian.

“Natalia.” Bucky added, bending and whispering ‘friends’ to her in his broken Russian, holding her hand tight and trying to calm her. He looked back up at Steve. “Why?”

Steve started to explain, but the lock on Bucky’s cell broke, Dugan swinging the door wide open. Bucky watched them all step out of his way as he turned, moving towards Natalia’s cell, his face grim. As soon as they opened her cell door she scrambled back into the corner as far as she could, hiding from them.

Peggy turned away, unable to watch as Bucky knelt next to Natalia, whispering in a mix of English and phonetic Russian, coaxing her to stand. Peggy bit her tongue, trying not to cry because she knew exactly what kind of pain the woman was in by the whimper she made, and exactly what made the woman sigh in relief. She wiped away the tears in her eyes as she turned, just in time to see the woman tuck herself against Bucky, his only arm wrapped around her to hold her up, and her head tucked tight against his neck.

Skin to skin.

It made her nauseous. There were more, and Barnes was one of them.

They hadn’t been fast enough to stop them from doing what they’d done to her to someone else.

She watched them march past her, the Commandos helping them up the stairs and out of the holding cells. She could feel Steve move up behind her, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying, couldn’t feel anything beyond the rush of blood in her ears.

She sped away, moved briskly up the stairs and pushed out of the building, past the Commandos, past the soldiers and the trucks full of passed out Hydra agents, and didn’t stop until she was a dozen feet into the tree line. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath, couldn’t get her heart to stop pounding.

By the time Steve caught up with her she was on her knees, vomiting into the forest floor.

“Jesus, Peg…” He dropped to his knees, slipping the shield on his back and setting his hands on her shoulders as she sat up, wiping her mouth.

“I just…” She forced a big, shuddering breath, “I just need a minute.”

He pulled her close, sliding them away from the mess she’d made in the dirt. “What happened?”

She shook her head against him. “I don’t know, I just… I could remember what it felt like to be her. What that pain was like, what it was like to lay on that table while they pumped me full of drugs and I just…”

He held her tight, her body shaking in his arms. “You’re okay. You’re okay, Peg. I have you and no one is ever going to hurt you like that again.”

She pulled out of his arms, standing and brushing the dirt from her clothes, even though she was still shaking. “No, but they hurt them.”

Steve felt a lump in his throat as he looked up at her. He could see the way she was forcing to compose herself, could see that she wanted to fall apart but wouldn’t dare let herself. He could feel it, too: the realization that his best friend was alive, that they’d found him mostly whole and coherent, that of all the people in the world, Bucky was now also somehow caught up in this mess of an experiment… If he thought about it too much, he’d start shaking, too.

He stood, reaching out for her left hand with his, taking it and letting their rings softly click together. “We can help them. Howard knows how to help them. And Jones said they’ve found the motherload of information. They didn’t have time to hide or destroy it. Maybe, finally, we have a break.”

Peggy looked up at him softly, eyes welling up. She blinked the tears away and held his hand tight. “James isn’t dead.”

Steve smiled back, a chuckle of excitement bouncing in his chest. “Looks pretty alive to me.”

Steve reached up, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a tear that had made it past Peggy’s lashes. She smiled and slowly let go of his hand, forcing her composure. “We have quite a lot of work left, Captain.”

“You go ahead, I’ll be right there.” He watched as she walked away, and when she stepped thought the tree line and he couldn’t see her anymore he dropped his hands to his knees, taking deep breaths. His mind was whirling, just as much as hers, and he was fighting just as hard to keep his composure.

“Fucking hell,” he murmured, trying to slow his heart. It wasn’t even noon, and it had already been a long day.

But he had his best friend back, and that was a miraculous start.

~*~

Four weeks later

Peggy marched through the halls of the SSR, gritting her teeth tight, on a singular mission.

She stopped at his desk, pointed at Steve, and walked away, not even waiting to see if he was going to follow.

He did, without question, and he felt his stomach sink at the expression on her face and the familiar path they were taking.

They didn’t stop until she’d shut them into an empty office. He looked at her, concerned, questioning, and worried. Howard had injected them all with what he had assured them was an antidote to Project Anchor only days after they’d recovered the research from the Hydra outpost. In all that time, she hadn’t reported an ounce of pain. He’d been clear and coherent again. And though their attachment hadn’t gone nearly as far as Steve and Peggy’s had, Bucky and Natalia were also free from the debilitating side effects of Hydra’s experiments.

The silicone bands in their rings were now just that: silicone. And she’d been fine. Fine. But he worried, in the pit of his stomach, that it had changed.

Peggy just stormed past him, throwing her hands up in the air. “That Natalia, Natasha, whatever she wants to be called, is the most infuriating creature I’ve ever met!” She kicked a stray chair and leaned heavily on the desk. “She’s acting like she knows him, Steve. Like she has some deep attachment to Barnes and because of that I need to believe her.” She hung her head. “How am I supposed to trust that she’s ready to join us, that the intel she’s offering is real?”

Steve stepped up, stopping Peggy’s rant as he took her by the shoulders and looked at her face. She followed his gaze, watching as he looked her over. “What?” she demanded, eyes following as he touched her cheek with his hand. “What?”

“You’re ok?” He asked timidly, fears still gnawing at the back of his brain.

She pushed out of his arms, eyebrows knitting together. “What are you prattling on about? I’m livid! That woman is just pushing my buttons and I’m trying to help her!” She put her fists on her hips, pacing. “How are we supposed to believe that she’s not going to go right back to the Russians at the first chance—”

Steve stopped her, turning her and kissing her soundly. She sputtered back, deflated. “Bloody hell, Stave!”

He smiled, just a little half smile. “You’re not in pain, Peggy?”

“Pain? What—” She stopped, sighing when she finally realized what it must have all looked like to him. The tight face, the purposeful walk and the built-up energy, the empty office… She shook her head. “No pain, my darling. Just completely and absolutely irritated.” Her smile was soft, despite her body still being tense with agitation. “I didn’t mean to make you think…”

He hugged her tight, cutting her off. “I think I’m going to be worried about that for a while, at least.”

Peggy slid her arms around him, some of the fight leaving her. “I’ve promised you before and I’ll promise you again. If anything changes, even the slightest, you’ll be the first to know.” She felt him nod, and she snuggled under his chin. Despite the fact that the skin-to-skin contact didn’t hold any more chemical reactions to relax her, being in his arms still had the power to calm her the way it had before all this had started. His presence had always seemed to hold that magic for her.

With their antidote managed, they’d moved on to bring Barned and Natalia into the folds of the SSR. It was easier to try to reassimilate Barnes. They had his medical records, they knew what they’d done to him and the man had proven in the past he could be trusted. The path was much clearer for him as a POW. Natalia, who said she preferred Natasha, was a former Russian spy on loan to Hydra. They knew very little about her, but she behaved as if her word was good enough for them to trust her. Peggy had taken on responsibility for the woman, and had regretted it nearly every day since.

He kissed the top of her head, smoothing her hair back before stepping away and sitting on the desk across from her, settling in to listen to whatever it was today that had gotten her hackles up about Natasha. “Now, go ahead. Rant away, dear.”

Peggy stared at him, sitting on the desk, hands folded in his lap, waiting, she shook her head. “Well now I’m quite out of steam, thank you very much,” her words were filled with disappointment. She looked around, sighing heavily. “I was looking forward to a good tongue wagging.”

Steve lifted an eyebrow as an idea overtook him. He pointed his finger at her and turned his hand, crooking it and telling her to join him. She joined him, her exasperated look humoring him as he trapped her between his legs. “No one who saw that look on your face is going to come looking for us anytime soon… Maybe we can do a different kind of tongue wagging?”

Peggy laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Cheeky!”

“That’s me,” he mumbled, leaning forward to kiss her. “What do you think?” he asked, leaning back and rubbing his nose against hers. “Should we make some better memories in this office?”

Her kiss was the only answer he needed.

#steggy bingo bash #Steggy Fic #3P's Fic #It's DONE!

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years

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The Outsiders (pt. 1)

Zed Necrodopolous x reader

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S Fanfiction

Summary: When you moved to Seabrook to get away from the drama of your past, you meet a sweet zombie who you can't get enough of.

Word Count: 1999

When you moved in with your aunt and uncle, they warned you that Seabrook was different. Your two cousins had also made this seem very important to know. It was a perfect place with perfect people, who scorned the ones that didn't fit it. Not that you cared. You were used to being different.

They also told you about the zombies. When your aunt spoke about them, it was with with pity, while your uncle talked about them with disgust. She was a clothing designer, and he was a zombie patrol policeman. It was partly her job to make the zombies' special clothing, and it was his job to patrol zombietown at night.

In all honesty they just peeked your interest. They just seemed like normal people that weren't recognized, and you thought about what it might be like for them to be outsiders as well.

Your mother had taught you that life is too short to care what people think, and that being mean to people was useless. So you put a smile on and tried to be happy with your new life. Maybe something good awaited.

You put on your white t-shirt and dark red skirt, and walked to school. As you headed to school, you saw your uncle on the zombie side of the fence for the school entrance. He got reassigned to watch over them. One of the zombies were looking at their class schedule, when it flew out of his hands and slid on the floor and through the fence. You picked it up, smiling at him as you went on your tippy toes to give it to him. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He smiled, and looked very handsome in your opinion. "I–"

Your uncle banged on the fence. "No trying to grab humans. Don't make me have to take you downtown."

"No, officer I was just trying to–"

"Zip it zombie. Leave the humans alone."

"No," you said. "He wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just handing him his paper."

"I don't care, get inside." Your uncle stared daggers into you.

"But–"

"I know you're new here, but I'll only say this once. When an adult tells you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. Maybe you weren't taught that where you're from, but things are different here." Your smiled quickly faded as you put your head down and walked inside. He didn't have to say that.

Zed watched you leave with a frown on your face. He didn't know who you were, but it still hurt him to see your smile leave like that. "Little piece of advice." The guard said. "Don't talk to the humans. Don't try to be chummy friends, because you can't. At the end of the day, she's normal and you're not." Zed didn't say anything as he went inside with Bonzo and Eliza.

As you walked with your head kept down, you accidentally bumped into a blonde girl. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

She kindly smiled at you. "It's okay. I'm Addison."

You nodded and smiled. "Y/n."

"So, are you gonna try out for the cheer squad?" She seemed very excited.

"Um, no." You tried to say kindly. "Don't get me wrong, I love dancing, but cheerleading isn't really my thing." She frowned and looked confused. "But I'd be more willing to help you out if you need a partner to practice with anytime."

Her smile perked up again. "Oh, that's so sweet. I would totally love that!" She excitedly took your hands. "Come on, you should meet Bree."

Into middle of first period, an alarm started to go off, and everyone began to panic. On the wall it said Z | ALERT and was flashing red, but you didn't really know what that meant. When you got out to a hallway, the zombie from before came running up in a panic. "Can you hide me somewhere?"

"Um." Was all that came out of you before you looked at a zombie safe room, grabbing his hand and you both going in. It was pretty much pitch black, and you led him to a wall for both of you to sit down on the floor. "So, I'm guessing the alarms are from you?"

You heard him let out a sigh. "I didn't mean to scare that girl, she just freaked out when she saw me. This wasn't really how I wanted my day to go."

"You mean you didn't want an angry mob of people after you?" You asked in a playful sarcastic tone.

"Well," he said. "Not like this."

"What?" You laughed out.

"I'm trying out for the football team today." He felt you get closer to him, and felt calmer. You didn't fear him. "I don't know if I'll make it, considering how my day's gone."

"No, I'm sure you'll make it! Everyone's really excited for the cheer tryouts, so pretty soon there'll be a whole swarm of people cheering for you when you make it."

"And what about you?" His voice became a little softer.

"Well, cheerleading isn't for me. I was hoping they'd have a dance class, but they don't. But hey, I wouldn't mind cheering for you at your games. Just in the crowds."

You turned your head to his dark figure. He chuckled, before saying, "I'm Zed."

"I'm y/n."

Just then the lights came back on and you saw his handsome smile, causing you to smile back. He was about to say something, when you both heard, "Y/n! There you are!"

You turned to see Addison with four other cheerleaders. "Gross!"

"Zombie germs!"

One of them tugged you away from Zed. "Look here Zombie, if one of my cousin's friends are caught around you again, it's going to get ugly. And as you can see, that's not in the cards for me." You looked at Addison, who said nothing. They then tugged you out of the room and away from Zed.

They dragged you to their trophy room. "Listen new girl," the main guy said. "We don't support freaks, and neither should you. You could maybe be cool if you tried out for the cheer squad. And lose that outfit. It's a little too dark for Seabrook. Speaking of outfits, you look like you could rock a cheer outfit."

You didn't want to be rude, so you responded with, "Um, that sounds pretty cool. I'll think about it."

The cheerleaders began to laugh. "Oh new girl, I like your humor. We'll see you there. C'mon cuz." They all then left.

At lunch you began to walk towards Addison, but she was bombarded by more cheerleaders, so you decided to not go over there. You looked around, and saw that someone had spilled their lunch all over the cafeteria floor. Principal Lee saw and groaned. "Can someone please go tell the janitor to clean this mess up?"

"I can!" You said eagerly. "I really don't mind."

"Well," she said, smiling as she looked you up and down. "It's nice to see such bravery for this school. He's in the basement." You smiled and nodded, heading over there. You walked down the stairs happily with your lunch tray.

Zed was excitedly telling his friends about you. "Yeah Bonzo. She even said she'd cheer me on at games. I'm really pumped right now, and I think she likes me."

"Yeah right." Eliza said. "It's just because she's new. Once she figures out that humans don't like zombies, she'll probably stay far away."

Zed gave Eliza a look before their teacher said, "Woah, there's no human students here."

Everybody turned to see you nervously standing there with your lunch tray. "Um, there was a spill in the cafeteria." You quickly set your tray down to hold the door open for the teacher. You then brought your tray over to Zed and his friends and smiled. "Hey."

"Hey." He looked surprised, but eventually smiled back.

"Is it okay with you guys if I stay here for lunch?"

Zed was about to speak, but Eliza cut him off. "You should probably stick with the cheerleaders if you really want to make the squad."

"Oh, I'm not a cheerleader, and I don't really wanna be one." You said as you sat down next to Zed. "They're a little too much for me. I probably wouldn't enjoy it. You should do something because it makes you happy, right?"

Eliza stared at you, but had a small smile on. "Um, yeah."

You turned to Zed. "So, I never apologized for the security guard."

"Oh, yeah. Did you know him or something, cause he was kinda being a jerk to the both of us."

You looked down, and felt heat spread onto your face. "Um, he's my uncle. I just started living with him and his family over the weekend. He's a bit stiff with me since we don't really see eye to eye on, um..."

"Zombikas?" Bonzo asked.

"Yeah. Sorry." You quietly said.

"So what if he finds out that we've been talking?" Zed asked.

"Then we'll just make sure he doesn't." Bonzo and Eliza gave each other a look as you and Zed smiled at each other. "So, I could go to your football tryouts after school. Maybe walk home together afterwards?"

"Really?!"

You shrugged. "Yeah. I don't have much going on after school anyways."

"Yeah, that sounds awesome. You could see me do thang in person."

You giggled, and the bell rang. "Okay, I gotta go. But I'll see you at the football field after school." You waved to all of them and hurried up the stairs.

As you were about to go to class, your cousin pulled your arm. "What were you doing in the basement?" She asked.

You shrugged and grinned. "Got lost. Oops." You then walked into class.

After school you walked to the football field and found him waiting for you at the bleachers. "You came." You nodded. "Okay, now I have to be extra awesome." You giggled and sat down as he grabbed your arms, gently squeezing. "Wish me luck!"

"I will." You then watched him play, and he was actually pretty good. He was good at dodging people, and was pretty fast as well. He excelled at the drills, though he dropped to the ground and rolled in a fit of dramatics. You laughed, yelling out, "You can do this Zed!"

He was still on the ground, but gave you a thumbs up. After a bit everybody lined up to see if they made it. The coach talked, and everybody looked pretty happy. You saw him and Zed talking before Zed walked over to you. You smiled and offered him his backpack, but your smile faded as you saw the disappointed look on his face. "I didn't make the team." He said. "Principal Lee thinks I shouldn't even leave the basement for school."

"Zed, I'm really sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. It's the story of my life." He said frustratedly.

You gently hooked your arm around his as you both walked together. "I'm sure at some point you'll be on the football team. Once people see how awesome you are."

He smirked at you. "Yeah, you're right. Well, I guess for now only you'll get to see my awesomeness."

You chuckled. "I guess so." You both fell into comfortable silence until you said, "I thought you were pretty good, by the way."

"Thanks, but I kinda wanna see you in action."

You laughed. "Um, I don't think I'd do all that good in football."

He laughed too. "No, I meant dancing. You said you liked it, but I haven't seen you dance yet."

"Yet?"

"Yeah. We'll go dancing together at some point. It's just a matter of time." You looked down with a flushed face, grinning. "So, why did you move in with your aunt and uncle?"

"Um, they're the only family I have left now." He stared at you. "I'll explain another day." He nodded.

You both then made it to the border of Seabrook and Zombieland. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we'll even have a day where people aren't trying to pull us apart."

You chuckled. "Wouldn't that be something."

He grabbed your hand and spun you softly. "Until next time."

You smiled and began walking the other way. As you buried your hands in your face and hopped around to calm yourself, Zed was silently jumping and fist bumping the sky. You thought about what he said, and decided that you would do something for this school, and it involved dancing.

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Author Note: Please let me know if I should keep going with this, or if you maybe wanna be tagged if I end up making a series.

#zed zombies x reader #zed zombies #zombie zed #zombies #zed necropolis x reader #zed imagine #zed x reader #z o m b i e s #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Modern reader x Arthur: The earthquake

Okay, I know most of my writing recently has been inspired by requests and such, but I wanted to write a oneshot with Arthur and the reader who has survived an earthquake (not a super dangerous one, but big enough to be scary). And no, this is totally not self indulgent at all or a way for me to process things! (Note high sarcasm). Anyways, enjoy my crap.

The trembling in the ground has stopped, though the shaking of your hands hasn’t. God, terrifying is hardly the word you’d use to describe what had happened not more than fifteen minutes before.

You’d been sitting on your couch, reading a book while you ate breakfast before heading into work. Without warning, a loud rumbling filled your house quickly followed by an intense shaking. You watched in horror as your bookshelf started to sway back and forth, dumping its contents onto the floor. You heard over the roar things crashing to the ground as the lights flicked off. An involuntary scream pushed out of your mouth. The shaking went on for nearly a minute and then as quickly as it began, it stopped. It had been so sudden you hadn’t been able to move.

A minute after the shaking stopped, you pulled out your phone and illuminated the darkness. Your mind is reeling and only one word comes to mind as to what just happened: earthquake. A big one. You learned about them in school, of course, but never actually experienced one firsthand like this. One thing you know for sure is that now you must assess the damage to your home.

With trembling legs, you walked through your house with a shaking light from your phone. The light fixture on your kitchen ceiling sways ominously and just as you reach up to grab it and stop it, your house shakes again. Not as hard as the first time, but enough to send you diving under the table. The shaking stops abruptly.

That’s where you are now, clutching the table legs for dear life. You unlock your phone. No internet, no service. Not a surprise really. Slowly, you ease your way out from under the table. A text buzzes your phone, making you jump and you drop it. Still shaken, you pick it up. It’s from a coworker, asking you if you felt the quake. You reply yes and that you’re okay.

You start walking slowly around your house, checking walls and ceilings for cracks or signs of damage. Just as you reach your room, your phone lets out a piercing ring, making you jump again. It’s the emergency alarm. You’ve only heard it once before months ago during an amber alert. A bar shows up on your phone announcing a 5.7 earthquake only 2 and a half miles outside your neighborhood. You put your hand to your mouth when a dull rumble comes. Within seconds, your standing in your door frame as your house shakes again. Tears leak from the corner of your eyes and you sink to the ground as the shaking stops.

You’re terrified and incredibly alone. You don’t know the first thing about earthquakes, not from this standpoint. Your mind is still racing, unable to put logical thoughts together. You unlock your phone and call the only person you can think of: your boyfriend Arthur. He lives fifteen miles away on his ranch, but surely he felt it.

The phone rings, static hissing through your ear as you continue to cry and bite your nails, waiting for the next aftershock. Finally the ringing stops and is replaced by his voice.

“God damn, I only been tryin’ to reach you the past thirty minutes!” he says into the phone.

“Arthur, help me!” you sob into the phone. “I’m scared!”

“You hurt, honey?”

“No, no but I’m scared! The alert on my phone says for residents here to stay indoors or get outside, but not to travel. Arthur, I don’t know what to do!”

“Okay, okay baby. I ain’t gonna let you go, but I’m comin’ over to your place.”

“But the thing said-”

“I don’t care what it said, I’m comin’ over! You’re more important to me.”

You hear over the phone the sound of him starting his truck. He continues talking to you, his voice soothing in this horrifying moment. Another aftershock comes rumbling through, the smallest one so far but enough to make you sob again.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m comin’. Don’t-”

The phone goes silent. Damn! Your phone must have dropped him. You try calling him again but your phone can’t connect. You clutch it to your chest, still cramped in the door frame.

Thirty minutes go by with only two small aftershocks. Arthur should be here by now, but you figure some of the roads around your place are probably blocked off or closed and he’s being forced to stop on occasion by emergency vehicles.

Rumbling comes through your house again and you grip the door frame hard until you realize it’s just someone knocking on the door. Thank God, you think. You get up, your legs cramped, and rush to the door. As soon as it’s opened, Arthur walks in and pulls you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” he says as you bury your head into his chest, still shaking. “How many shocks there been?”

“A few,” you say, not having kept count.

He nods and then leads you to the kitchen. There, he sits you down by the counter close to the table in case you need to dive under it. The floor is freezing cold, a result of it being March and there’s still no power. He quickly disappears and comes back holding your big comforter from your bed. He wraps it around you and then sits down, pulling you close.

“How bad was it at your house?” you ask after a few moments. Your voice is getting stronger again.

“Honestly, it weren’t horrible. Some shaking, but nothing moved. You know when you’re close to train tracks and a train rushes by? It felt like that.”

You nod and tell him the things you saw and felt. “Yeah, that ain’t good,” he says. “Well, I’m here with ya now, darlin’. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

For the next three hours, you and he remain on the kitchen floor, occasionally sliding under the table during one of the aftershocks. Neither of you dare to open the fridge since you’ve no idea when power will come back on and want to keep your food cold. Arthur offers to grab some bread from your pantry to eat, but you’re not hungry. You stay huddled close to him, kept warm by his body and the comforter.

You check your phone constantly, reading through the newsfeed for updates on the quake. Of course, there isn’t much except that the big one occurred and now officials know the exact location of the epicenter. Your house is right on the south border of it.

Just as you’re nearing the fourth hour since the quake, the lights suddenly flick on and the furnace comes to life.

“I’m surprised it didn’t take longer,” Arthur says, looking around. You get up with him, still slightly shaken. He says you need to check on the house so you both wander the few rooms, looking for damage. There’s some broken knick knacks in your room, but the walls and ceiling show no sign of damage. You head outside with him to check the exterior, finding only a few minor cracks up the brick of your home.

When you head back inside, Arthur sighs heavily. “We gotta check the basement,” he says.

“Why?” you say. The basement is the most dangerous place for you to be if there’s another quake.

He explains that you need to check the foundation of the house, the furnace and water heater. Swallowing your fear, you go down the stairs with him and look around. Your furnace and water heater are surprisingly intact, and the only damage is a long, thin crack going along the longest wall of your basement, but it’s not wide or deep enough to prove worrisome.

“Man your house is built strong,” Arthur says.

“It was built in the fifties from cinderblock and concrete, Arthur. It might as well be a bomb shelter.” You quickly head up the stairs, not wanting to be down here anymore.

Over the course of the day, Arthur stays close to you. There’s dozens of aftershocks, even one registering a 4.6 that makes your furniture rattle. You dove under the table again during that one and Arthur stuck to your side, but the power didn’t go off again.

By nightfall, you’re a mess. Your adrenaline hasn’t stopped at all today and Arthur’s on edge too. He decides to stay with you for the night since a notification came in saying all roads in your neighborhood are to be kept clear of traffic. Once it’s late enough to go to sleep, Arthur grabs your favorite blanket and drapes it over you.

After removing his shirt and changing into lounge pants he keeps here for when he spends the night, he climbs into bed with you. Immediately, you crawl over to him and nuzzle into him, still scared of the aftershocks. He brushes your hair, his fingertips grazing your shoulder. His heart pumps loud and hard in your ear. He’s just as worried as you. Somehow, wrapped in one another’s embrace, you fall asleep. Just as you’re drifting off, Arthur mutters.

“Thank God you’re okay. If I lost you, I’d be more broken than I ever been. I love you, Y/N.”

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iffyswriting · 4 years

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ICE 2

With my forehead pressed against the wheel of my car, I took three big inhales each one for different unrelenting stresses.

Unwinding after my day made it easier to deal with going inside. Swiping up my phone I checked the time, knowing Daddy was probably waiting up for me.

11:12.

Getting to all my courage, I finally got out of my car and went inside my home, my father being exactly where I expected.

"Where you been?" He asked looking just as worn as me, his body limp in his big green reclining chair.

"I told you, I had practice. " I replied tiredly, dropping my keys into their porcelain pot.

"Janelle-"

"I already know what you're going to say and my legs hurt. Can talk in the morning?" He stared momentarily before waving me off, making my shoulders slump in relief. Walking towards the stairs, he cleared his throat making me turn around.

"You not gon' tell me good night?" Rolling my eyes with a tiny smile, I walked back over and placed a kiss to his cheek telling him I loved him. I walked down the stairs to the basement taking in my space.

Bouncing onto my bed I slid off my shoes my feet aching horribly. I checked out the heels of my feet sighing at the bruises that lined them. Red and purple, red and purple as usual. I unscrewed the top off of my Vapo rub and swiped it onto my soles, letting it soothe my pain.

Flipping out my phone, I scrolled through it, pulling up some music for me to listen too.

SZA softly poured out of my speaker, Broken Clock's hypnotic beat floating into my ears as I laid down fully, curling up in my covers.I turned my music up a bit, letting it relax me further. I was so sleepy but my eyes wouldn't shut as I looked up at my ceiling tracing shapes with my eyes into my popcorn ceiling.

❄

"I have to be in this next competition," I told my coach, Simone. We either practiced early in the morning or late in the afternoon, to combat with both our schedules.

"What competition?"

"The one at the end of this month," I said in a duh tone. "I know you know about it. "

"And you know I'm going to be in it." She stood still before speaking.

"Do you think you're ready for it?"

"Of course I do!"

"Janelle, they not only judge off of skill but presentation and-" She started off looking everywhere else but at me and I tightened my jaw, my blood beginning to pump faster.

"I can get enough money for a decent costume."

"Can you?"

"I don't pay you to fucking degrade me, Simone." I spoke angrily sitting down on the bench stretching the shoestrings of my skates, tying them up tight.

"You barely pay me at all." I scoffed, snatching my guards off keeping my eyes on the other side of the stands.

"Then quit." She sighed her eyes softening as she looked me over, sitting down next to me.

"You know you'll have to tighten up."

"I will!"

"So that triple axel will be together by then?"

"Yes."

Hours passed and everything stayed the same.

Even with all my trying, all my attempts-I kept falling. Hitting that ice felt like I was hitting a knife and I was repeatedly getting up just to stab myself all over again.

After my seemingly 100th try, I skated back to the bleachers needing to sit down and breathe. I gripped my seat trying to force the lump in my throat all the way back down, biting back any tears that blurred my vision.

"And you think you're ready." She said smartly, making my stomach twist into more knots.

"I am!"

"But you can't get this crucial part of you're routine together and you wanna throw yourself into an even harder competition!"

"I can do it sometimes!"

"Sometimes isn't guaranteed!"

"It's enough for me to keep going!"

"You're supposed to believe in me!"

"I'll believe when you try harder."

"All I fucking do is try!"

"Okay, Janelle." She brushed her hair back from her forehead and I counted each wrinkle, trying to focus on something else other than my burning anger.

"I think we're done for the day."

"Simone."

"We'll try again tomorrow." She spoke, set in her words. I didn't want to stop her because, at this point, I needed some space away from her.

It's so fucking frustrating.

I keep failing and failing and failing, yet I'm always expected to get back on my feet unscathed and ready for more action. I'm not this resilient person I'm putting on to be and it's becoming harder and harder each day to pretend I am.

Why can't I get it right?

I sniffle softly, my throat becoming tighter and tighter as the minutes ticked on mocking me.

"You not getting on the ice, today, Icey?"

I look back at the deep soothing voice, matching it to a handsome face.

A really handsome face.

He was much taller than me and leaned against the railing of the steps, his hands stuffed into his jeans pockets. He was clearly freezing, goosebumps running up the side of his arm. I'd become used to the cold, so much it was like a second kind of blanket.

His skin was stark against all the white that surrounded us, a dark brown that reminded me of hot cocoa- the juxtaposition being a beautiful contrast.

"What'd you call me?"

"Icey. I don't know your name, so I just made up a lil something." He paused before licking his bottom lip. "Hope you don't mind."

"I don't. What was your question?"

"Are you not going to get on the ice today?"

"I'm not feeling it right now."

"Damn, I was hoping to watch you." He sounded genuinely disappointed and I was a little shook, starting to chew on my bottom lip.

"You watch me all the time?"

"Not all the time-"He said quickly, kind of flustered, "I just like the way you move and the sounds- I guess you do your thing or whatever." He finished off, studying my features sheepishly.

"I don't know if you're trying to be nice-"

"I'm being honest." Chuckling, I couldn't help but shake my head at him.

"Well, thank you for that. That's the first compliment I've heard about my skating in years."

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

"If I could get out there and fucking hurl myself across a block of ice every day, everyone would see it and everyone would be respectin' me and my talent."

"You're making it sound so insanely impossible."

"Not everyone can do it. " He paused again slickly starting to smirk. "Not everyone can do it the way you do."

"Stop hyping me up, stranger."

"Amir." He said quickly, his name becoming locked into my head.

"Stop hyping me up then, Amir."

"Well Stranger-"

"Janelle." I said making him let out a breathy laugh.

"Well, Janelle- I'd love it if you tried again."

"I don't know."

"I think your discrediting yourself too much. I know your coach yells at you about how you fuck up on this or mess up on that but- you still look breath-taking. Like a real-life figurine but with passion and grace."

I blinked unsure of what to say or how to feel. Standing up straight, I leaned on the rail and gave him a small smile.

"Okay, I'll give it another go. Maybe your seeing something I don't."

I stretched to touch my toes then put my arms outward, my pose before I began.

Starting off slowly, I did an easy figure eight, looping in a circle.

I was in the air for a couple of seconds before landing on my feet, my arms in the air as I kept my balance. I couldn't dwell long in my excitement as I launched into a toe loop, spinning the exact way I should.

His straight white teeth were on display as I stood still finished with my performance. He clapped loudly, whistling too as my own grin grew wide on my face.

"I knew you could do it!" He yelled, His support making my heart thump harder in my chest as I bounced up and down in place.

"I don't know what you did but-"

"I didn't do anything that was all you!"

He gave me another thumbs up from the door and then turns on his heels leaving me alone in the great big space.

I didn't know what to think, or how to feel.

Well, I felt good- confident even.

I started to skate again doing the triple axel once more and I wish Simone was here to see it.

See that I could do it.

He made me think about why I loved skating so much, why I had to keep this dream alive.

When I was younger, I used to spend a lot of time at my Grandma's house.

I didn't realize at the time it was because my father was unstable and he struggled to make things better for our little family.

At GiGi's house you could never expect but so many channels but on satellite, there was this one channel where figure skating was played regularly.

Little Janelle was captivated- it was the only thing that could keep me quiet because it was so beautiful and pristine. Princesses dancing on my screen, twirling on the ice in their gorgeous costumes and slicked up hair-dos.

None of these girls looked like me and I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to become someone

I expected my daddy to treat my dream as unrealistic but I didn't expect him to be as dismissive of it as he was.

When you're little you think that you can do anything and when you're supported in that, you keep aiming for stars beyond your reach.

My dad never had that philosophy. Aim for easy goals makes failure and heartache, not an option, so life goes smoother and you feel more settled.

I told him I wanted to be an Ice Skater and he told me I could clean the ice. I'd have an even better chance of working at the concessions.

You can only teach what you know, so I couldn't even be mad.

No matter what- I have to skate. I don't know if we've all got our destiny determined for us before we're born but I know that this one thing, I was always meant to do.

I know it's just a stupid sport but it's my passion and when you're so passionate about something you're willing to put your heart on the line consistently to see it through, you can't just abandon it when shit hits the fan.

Even when I fuck up, it's like I did it. I got a chance to fly even for seconds all on my own and when I come back down from my high still standing, it's a rush I refuse to let go of. When I succeed it only gives me more reassurance to keep going, never stop because there's a chance you're going to make it and people are going to know your name.

So no matter the circumstances, I gotta push as far as this skating shit will take me.

Because its the closet thing to a dream, I've ever wanted to be real.

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kpop---scenarios · 5 years

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Deception

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Much to your surprise your felt the opposite of disgust from Jooheon’s words. You were excited, for the first time in a while you were needed and semi wanted, even if it wasn’t in the best way, you still were. You’d finished your breakfast, but you didn’t know how you managed to concentrate on eating when Jooheon’s fingers traced your upper thigh constantly. You’d try to shoo him away, not wanting to be a dripping mess all day but he didn’t care.

He slips his hand inbetween your legs, leaving his hand just high enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his palm but not high enough to touch your sensitive areas. You let out a small annoyed groan. You hated being teased. Right after the sound escaped your lips you remembered you were surrounded by 6 other men who stared at you, curiously.

“I don’t have anything to wear tonight” you coughed, covering up the touches.

“It’ll be taken care of.” Shownu tells you with a nod. “Be ready for 9pm" he says, walking away from the table.

Looking at the clock it was only 10:30am, so you went to one of the three places you’re allowed, the living room. Sitting down you grabbed the remote to get lost in a drama. Halfway through the first episode you were joined by a skinny blonde haired man, you were pretty sure his name was Minhyuk.

“What are you watching?” he asked you.

“Strong Girl Bong-Soon" you answer, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Ah that’s a good one" he says. You were about to answer when you were both distracted by loud footsteps coming into the room.

“Min, we gotta go" Kihyun yells, gun in his hand. Minhyuk quickly jumps up, pulling a gun from the back waistline of his pants.

“Get in Wonho's room and don’t come out until someone gets you" Changkyun growls before following the other two out. You sat there shocked for a moment, until you heard more gunshots. You scrambled off the couch, racing to the stairs before locking yoursnothing Wonho's room. You ran to the little nook between the wall and your bed, hiding away.

It felt like hours before the gunshots stopped. In reality it had only been a few minutes. You were terrified. You didn’t know if one of them had been killed or if all of them had been. You panicked a little more at the sound of your doorknob rattling. You squeezed yourself in the corner as much as you could as the person on the other side worked ferociously to unlock your door.

Once they got it, the door swung open, hitting the wall. You held your breath, scolding yourself for making the smallest movement. You wanted to close your eyes so badly but you couldn’t. You had to know who is was.

You heard nothing but the sound of a breathy chuckle.

“Found you" a man with a gold tooth smiles. You let out a blood curdling scream at the sight of the man with a gun. “I was wondering what my men meant when they said MX took a girl home. They don’t do that unless it’s to torture them. Or fuck them and then kill them. But you’ve seemed to have them wrapped around your fingers” he says, eyes never leaving yours.

“I-I.. n-no I d-dont" you stutter, terrified of the man.

“Well we’ll see how they react when they find your lifeless body in here" he chuckles, reaching out to grab your hair and yank you towards him.

“Please don’t" you screamed, kicking your legs in an attempt to escape from the man.

“Shut up bitch" he growled, slapping you hard in the face before releasing your hair. Just as he was about to give you a good swift kick to your ribs, theres a gunshot and he collapses to the floor, groaning in pain and holding his lef. You then look up to see Jooheon standing there, tucking his gun away before walking over to you.

You sat there with your knees pulled up to your chest as Jooheon kneels infront of you.

“Are you okay baby?” he asks, cupping your cheek in his hand. You wince at the warmth of his hand against your sore cheek.

“Did he hit you?” He growls. A tear rolls down your cheek as your nod your head yes.

Looking back at it, Jooheon can see the bruise starting to form and the blackness around your eye.

Before you can even stand up the other 6 men are standing in the doorway. “Take him to the basement" Jooheon says, his eyes not leaving your face. Wonho and Hyungwon grab the man, dragging him away.

You refuse to look anyone in the eyes, ashamed of the giant bruise forming on your face.

“Did he touch her?” Shownu asks.

“Hit her in the face" Jooheon answers.

“I’m going to fucking kill him" Shownu snaps before stalking off, you can only assume he’s headed for the basement as well.

“I’m fine you guys" you say, head still hanging down.

“Look at us" Kihyun says.

Silently you raise your head, looking at each man very quickly. None of them say anything before exiting the room with an angered look on their faces.

“Get in the tub, relax and have a nap. We’ve got some stuff to deal with before tonight” Jooheon says before leaving a kiss on your good cheek and leaving.

After sometime soaking in the tub, icing your face and sleeping for atleast 5 hours, it was now time to get ready for your first mission tonight. To say you were nervous was a giant understatement.

Shownu had gone over everything with you already. You were to arrive without them as one of the ladies for tonight. You were to wait in the VIP room by the door and greet their “friend” when he arrived. Kihyun would be watching with a sniper from a vantage point. Wonho would be outside of the room as a bodyguard. Jooheon and Changkyun would be there with Shownu closing the deal. Hyungwon and Minhyuk would be patrolling the rest of the club, weapons on hand to make sure nothing was to go down.

He assured you that you would be more than safe. Although they hadn’t known you for long, they all were very fond of you and wouldn’t let anything to happen to you. Their baby, he called you. You smiled at the memory of him calling you that. It had made you feel special.

Luckily for you, they’d called in a professional makeup artist to work on your face since you had no make up here and couldn’t show up with a giant bruise over half your face. The minute she stepped away from you and you looked in the mirror you were shocked. She had given you a smokey eye with a deep red lipstick. The bruise was not noticeable in the slightest and you felt beautiful. You thanked her over and over again before she left so you could get dressed. The only dress hanging in the closet was one even you would likely wouldn’t wear. It was extremely short, tight and strapless. You could almost see your ass cheeks when you walked. You weren’t going to complain though. You only had to grind on the guy and pretend to be interested until he agreed to Shownu’s terms and you were pretty confident you’d be able to handle it.

The boys had already left, talking about how they needed to be there before you, so none had seen you quite yet. You twiddle your thumbs the entire 25 minute car ride back to the club. The closer you got the more nervous you were. You’d tried to calm yourself but it didn’t work overly well.

The car parked at the back entrance of the club and your driver got out to open the door for you. You stepped out in your red Louis Vuitton pumps and walked into the building with confidence.

You’d remembered all the director Shownu gave you and mentioned you’d see Wonho at the end of the hallway. Strutting your stuff, you walked towards him with a little sway in your hips, your nerves completely gone now.

You smirked as you watched his eyes trail your body. He leans in close to you, and gives you a quick slap on the ass before opening the door for you.

The second that door opens, Changkyun, Shownu and Jooheon turn their heads to look at you. Each one with a dirty look on their face and lust in their eyes.

“He’s not here yet baby" Changkyun smirks before patting his knee for tou to sit on. Before you can sit down, you hear 2 knocks at the door, Wonho’s signal that he had showed up.

It was show time.

You stood next to the mans chair as the door was opened for him. The three men stood and bowed as the man bowed back to him. He sits down in the chair before smiling up at you.

“Well hello there" he smirks. “what’s you’re name?” he asked. Shownu had told you to make sure you gave a fake name.

“Hyuna" you smiled with a bow.

“Fetch me a drink and then come sit on my lap" he says to you. You quickly make your way to the bar getting his drink before getting as comfortable as you could on his lap.

You did everything you could to make sure you were doing a good enough job with your part. You stroked his face, wiggled your ass in his lap, nibbled on his earlobe. Anytime you did anything remotely sexual the men tensed up, they were always watching. Their eyes almost shot from their heads rhe moment he began rubbing your thigh. You thought they were going to kill him right there.

“Well I think we can make a deal. Why don’t you excuse us darling. Let the men work now" he says almost pushing you off his lap. Before you can leave the man harshly slaps your ass.

Wonho closes the door behind you and now you feel like you can finally breathe.

“You okay baby?” he asks, resting his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah. I just need a drink and the bathroom. And then a long fucking shower to scrub the stench of his nasty hands off of me" you shudder. Wonho let’s out a chuckle before watching you walk down the hallway, definitely checking out your ass.

Stepping out of the bathroom stall, you turn on the water to begin washing your hands. The door to the bathroom bursts open, scaring you into spraying water all over the bathroom.

You look up to see Jooheon standing there, his eyes dark and needy. He slowly walks towards you, causing you to step back until you’re trapped against the wall.

“I wanted to tear him apart while he was touching you" he growled into your ear. His hands reach down to touch your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress as you spread your legs slightly for him.

“No panties baby? You’re a naughty girl. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this” he says, gliding his fingers across your pussy.

“Please give me more” you whine as you buck your hips towards Jooheon’s already erect cock.

“This is going to have to be quick baby" he smirks, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. It wasn’t as thick as Wonho’s but you were dripping at the sight of the length.

“Please fuck me daddy" you moan, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. Jooheon lines himself up with your entrance, but instead of easing his way in, he rams his cock inside of you. He quickly pulls back out and thrusts back in, giving you no time to adjust.

He wasn’t lying when he said it needed to be quick.

Jooheon had angled himself in the perfect position to be able to have your clit rub up against him as he fucked you against the wall ruthlessly.

“You’re such a dirty little alut aren’t you?” he growled, pounding himself inside you again.

“Yes daddy, I’m such a slut” you cry as you bounce on his cock, your breasts had fallen out of your dress. Jooheon leans forward, taking one in his mouth to suck on, never slowing his pace.

“Cum for me you dirty slut" he barks. His harsh words quickening your orgasm, the knot getting tighter and tighter with every harsh thrust.

“I said cum whore” he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his need to cum grows stronger.

“Fuck daddy" you cry out, grabbing onto your breasts to squeeze as your eyes roll back into your head from the overwhelming sensation of the release.

“Cum in my pussy daddy" you cry out.

“Only of you’re going to walk around with my cum in your for the rest of the night" he growls at you.

“Anything you want” you whisper. And with those words, Jooheon releases himself into you, his seed spilling and coating your walls.

Jooheon pulled out of you, and put you back on the ground. You fixed your dress and your makeup the best you could before he grabbed your hand to lead you out of the bathroom. With every step you took, you could feel his cum slide down your legs.

You stopped walking, pulling him to you. “I don’t like how this feels" you whisper in his ear. Jooheon lets out a small chuckle.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up” he says, pulling you through the crowd and through the front doors.

You finally felt happier than you had in a long time and safe. But little did you know, there were a pair of eyes that had their sights set on you.

And they would stop at absolutely nothing to get to you.

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dontdietwd · 4 years

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Day 179

The chest of drawers of one of the two bedrooms his house was filled with female clothes. Whoever lived here did not pack before leaving, which was good for me because they all fit me. I stripped to change all of it, glad to find even clean underwear on in the drawers. There was a full body mirror in the bedroom and I had a start when I saw myself. It’d been a long time since I looked in a mirror, except for the small one in the cars.

I looked totally different from what I remembered myself. The belly was obvious; round and protruding, looking bigger than my six months of pregnancy should because I was really thin. I could see my ribs, breast bone, and my clavicles jutted out, just like my cheekbones. I had a scar on my eyebrow where no hair was growing anymore, bruises in random spots all over my body. My thighs and arms looked stronger, though, from all the walking and running and fighting. My hair was terrible. I needed to cut off those dreads but I still couldn’t make myself do it. The roots had grown a lot now and I would only wear them tied up so they’d be out of the way. I didn’t like what I saw. I didn’t think I looked pretty or attractive now. I wondered what Daryl would think… I’d looked much better before.

Shaking my head and averting my eyes from myself, I got dressed on new jeans that I had to fold around my ankles so I wouldn’t step on them, and a black long sleeved shirt. It wasn’t so hot anymore outside. Folding the sleeves right above my elbows, I got out of the bedroom to find my four companions already around. Andrea stood at the window looking outside, attentive, and Michonne handed her a bowl. Merle was sitting on the couch already eating from his own and there was an amazing smell of freshly brewed coffee. It felt homey, cozy, and I felt then that this could work. This whole area could be our new home if we made things right now.

“Sam, someone’s coming,” Andrea warned from the window. All three of us moved near her to see it and saw someone crossing the narrow street, coming from the other house and, seconds later, there was a knock.

“See any weapons?” I asked them because I couldn’t see properly from that angle.

“None visible,” Michonne answered.

So I moved to the door, Merle standing right on my back, his attention peaked, and I opened the door. It was surely Will’s sister, tall, tanned, long, straight hair pulled back in a tight, tall ponytail, eyebrows curved up, perfectly made. Though the probable months she’d been without her estrogen were visible on her lines, she was beautiful.

“Hello, I’m Mikki,” she started firmly, head up bravely and showed her hands up, “Unarmed, just so you know.”

“I’m Sam,” I offered her a hand and she hesitated just for a second before shaking it. “Can’t say we’re unarmed ‘cause we ain’t.”

She nodded, “I figured. I’ve got weapons too but I preferred leaving them home. You fed my family last night, guess it’s the least I could do. Thank you, by the way. I was unable to bring any back yesterday and Ma… She needed to eat.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. You had problems out there?”

“My truck died. I’d found a lot of good stuff; it will probably still be out there if nobody found it. There are weapons as well, found a storage in the basement of a gun shop that nobody had found yet, but I think all the food I got there is the most important part.”

“Food as weapons are just as important these days,” I told her.

“Why didn’t you bring at least the food with you?” Merle asked her from over my head.

“Got overrun,” Mikki explained. “The dead were all around and the packs were on the back of the truck, I couldn’t get it. Had to run.”

“So ya got a truck full of food and weapons somewhere out there,” he said again. “I say we go bring it back.”

Mikki nodded, but I stopped them right there, “Wait, not so fast. Come in, Mikki, let’s talk. We need to know more about this place.”

I stepped back and gave her space, Carefully, Mikki entered the house and looked around, now seeing the others standing there. She nodded at them as a greeting.

“This is Merle,” I pointed, “Andrea and Michonne,” Mikki nodded tersely at them again, probably feeling cornered and outnumbered. I pointed the table at her and we sat facing each other, the others standing up around the kitchen and living room. “So, Mikki. What is this place after all? A community?”

“Uh, it was supposed to be one of those self-sustainable communities people were beginning to build all around?” I nodded at her. “But investors backed up, some sort of crisis or something, so they didn’t really finish it. Just sold the already built houses for real cheap and never got on with installing all the things they wanted to install, not even the gate.”

“What kinda things?”

“Solar panels, they are on the roofs of almost every house but they were not properly installed, so they’re just there doing nothing.”

I shared a quick look with the others and looked back at Mikki, “What about the water?”

“It’s good water, comes from a mine, pressure pumps ring it up. We’ve been using it for years.”

“No energy needed for it?”

“Nope.”

I’d never hear of pumps that didn’t need energy, but whatever, I actually know nothing about water pumps, mines or solar energy…

“Do you think we could finish installing the solar panels?” I asked her.

“Maybe, if you know anything about it… There might be instructions or a manual of some kind in the office. All kinds of projects are stored there, probably something about the panels.”

Ok, too good to be true?

“We’ll take a look later… How many houses are in here?”

“Thirty-nine. Thirty-eight if you consider one of them is the office.”

“And the walkers?”

“Walkers?”

“The dead.”

“Oh. The dead are all over. Will and I never go further into the community, we just stay home and go through the entrance. Too many of them for us to take out, and we got Ma, can’t take unnecessary risks.”

I said nothing, just looked lingering at each one of my friends. Each of them nodded to my silent question. Looking back at Mikki once again, I told her. “We’ll clear it all. Each of the houses too. It will be safer for you and your mother.”

“What are your plans for this place?” Mikki asked me. She surely knew we wouldn’t be doing it from the goodness of our hearts.

“We plan to stay. We don’t want to just survive; we want a home. A safe place to grow and thrive. You’re here before us, so you’re staying if you want to.”

“You want to make a real community,” she affirmed.

“Yes. If you and Will want to, you can be part of our group, work with us. We’ll teach you how to handle the walkers better, I saw Will was scared yesterday. We’ll have your backs if you’ll have ours. Everyone will have a job and everyone will work hard. Things won’t be easy, but you and your family won’t be alone anymore.”

Mikki said nothing, looking straight into my eyes for a long moment, thinking. After a while she blinked, breathed and looked down, some sort of emotion there that she couldn’t keep holding.

“It’s uh…” she tried to start. “It’s not been easy.”

“I know…”

“Ma, she’s… She’s ninety-seven and she’d got Alzheimer’s, and Will takes care of her around the clock. So I’m out there by myself looking for stuff, medicine, food, all to keep her well and safe, but…” her voice shook and he looked at he again, her eyes shining with tears. “She doesn’t even know what’s going on. She thinks we’re just too poor to have enough food.”

“We can help, Mikki,” I told her. “Being alone these days ain’t safe. Been sayin’ that from the beginning, we’re safer in numbers,” I took a look at Merle then, he surely remembered me saying that on the road when I decided we’d join the others. “But we gotta know you and your brother will be 100% with us, that you’ll have our backs too.”

Mikki had a tight lipped smile, eyes still shinning when she nodded at me. “You help us keep her safe and comfortable and you got it.”

“Good,” I smiled and looked at the others. “Looks like our group’s just grown!” they smiled nodding too, accepting it. “First things first, Mikki. You let Will know what we’ve agreed and then Merle will take you to your truck,” I looked at him. “Take the ropes with you so you can tow it back here, alright?”

“A’right boss!” Merle moved from his position where he’d been leaning against the kitchen counter and clapped his hand once. “Let’s go get that shit!”

Mikki thanked me and left through the front door to go to her house before they left, and I stopped Merle before he could follow.

“Hey, listen,” and he stopped. “Seriously, Merle. Full respect with her, that clear?”

“The fuck ya talkin’ about?”

“You know damn well what I mean, Merle.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. He can kill ‘em walkers, got my respect.”

“She!” Michonne said as she passed us to go outside. “She, Merle!”

“Yeah, she,” I completed. “Don’t go calling her he. She ain’t a he, get used to the pronoun.”

* * *

There was a wired fence inside the hedges all around the community, or so Will told us. With his help, Michonne and I checked the whole front part of the hedge to see if there were no holes while Andrea guarded the entrance. After that, for the whole rest of the morning, we moved further into the community, the street we’d been in so far ending at a corner and elongating left and right. Right in front of us there was a square with a pond in it, many trees all around. We decided to turn left and entered the house right at the corner. Two walkers down in there, three more on the street until we reached the next house. We noticed the houses had space to spare between them, as if there was still space for new buildings later on and community growth. All this space between houses gave us a lot of possibilities because there was plenty of land, grassy areas, trees. No thinking about that now, we needed to clear it all. There were too many houses and it would be a lot of work.

When the sun was right above our heads Will, Michonne and I were stinky, sweaty, blood spilled all over, and we’d cleared eight houses in total, lost count of how many walkers. At least most of them were confined into the houses, so they didn’t close up on us dangerously in any moment. As we returned, Merle and Mikki had just arrived, Merle’s Jeep towing Mikki’s Hilux along the street. They parked right between the two houses.

“You can’t go in there like this!” Mikki told her brother as soon as she hopped out of the passenger seat of the Jeep. “Ma will freak out!”

“Yeah, I’m fine by the way!” Will said. “Been killing walkers all morning, comes with a price!”

“Good for you. Now go shower before she sees you! I’ll go in to check on her,” she then turned inside the card and took out a heavy looking bag. “Thanks for your help, Merle!”

Will did wash, and then we all had lunch together. There was even bread on the stuff they brought in – infused with preservatives, obviously, because they were as good as fresh, and only after that we started unloading the cars. Two or three walkers came attracted by the noise but honestly? We didn’t really care much about them anymore at this point. Sometimes they were just fucking annoying. I mean, just let us be for a moment, for fuck’s sakes! Even Will, who’d been nervous about facing them before this morning had already relaxed a bit and was the one to kill one of them without hesitation. It was good to see people learning things and getting braver.

The wooden crates all on the asphalt, we started opening them and damn. Holy damn, seriously. We were packed now! They were great weapons, shotguns, pistols, a machine gun, and over half of the crates had ammo in them. What a find! Mikki came out after feeding Ma lunch and she was celebrated. Not even she knew how good her looting the day before had been.

But it was when I opened one of the few last ones that my heart gave a somersault.

A crossbow.

Brand new, dark grey… A crossbow.

All the other paused too, looking at it and at me, checking on my reaction.

“What?” I heard Will ask but nobody answered. “Seriously guys, what?”

“They, uh…” Michonne started. “They know somebody who used a crossbow. Someone who’s disappeared out there.”

“Oh.”

I leaned down and lifted it from the box. There was still plastic in a few parts of it and it was heavier than I’d imagined, but I picked it up.

“Got arrows?” I asked to nobody specific and saw Merle was moving to the rest of the unopened boxes. If he found arrows, this was it. This was my weapon. And he did, there was a pack of something like fifty arrows. I had no idea how to use the crossbow, but I’d learn. My heart was tight and my throat painful when I turned away from the group carrying my crossbow and the arrows.

I needed to be alone.

Damn, that fucking hurt.

I was already sobbing as I rounded the house, finding a step behind it to sit, laying the crossbow on the ground in front of me.

“I’ll teach you the crossbow if ya’d like.”

It was unreal how it all had happened, how it’d been months as we were still apart. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that because of the hurt masculinity of a fuckin man everything in my life had crumbled. Shane… I hated his guts so much, I wished he was alive. I wished I’d been the one to kill him, but for what Andrea had told me I guessed it’d been Rick. Shane had taken all from me. I was rebuilding, but I didn’t have to have lost it all. My group, those people… I wanted them back. I wanted them here, working with me to make this place our home. It would be so much easier with all of them here, we’d clear it all up in no time. They had to be here. But the sadness and longing I felt for my group was nothing compared to the hole in my heart, the ache in my chest that Daryl’s absence had left.

I needed him back. And I wanted to learn how to use this crossbow. I guessed Merle knew how, he could teach me… But not. Daryl said he’d teach me. If he wouldn’t, nobody would. I’d learn by myself.

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Rosa’s Homecoming

Rosa Diaz x Reader

A/N: Drabble prompt request by my boo @sorenmarie87 “I was wondering how long you were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”

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“So, any plans for when Rosa gets back?” Jake asked, pushing the sugar towards your cup of coffee.

“A few,” you mumbled under a smile as you added the sugar he shared. “Nothing that concerns the Nine Nine, though.”

“You know we’re having a ‘Welcome Back Rosa’ party at Shaw’s right? You’re gonna be there, right?”

“Of course,” you shrugged. “I wouldn’t miss it. But you know, she’s gonna hate it.”

“She’s gonna love it,” Jake said, then paused. “Nope, you’re right, she’ll hate it. But... too bad. She’s been gone undercover for three months and no way she’s getting out of celebrating!” he exclaimed quickly, then chugged his coffee. “Boy, am I glad you’re her girlfriend though. You’re so much like her it's scary! Having you around sort of makes it feel like she never left”

You watched him with a raised brow as he continued to drink cup after cup quickly.

“I think you’ve had enough of that, Jake.”

“Never. I need the caffeine. Lots to do... Amy put me in charge of Rosa’s party. So, I’ve got at least five million things to do in the next hour. Gotta get my brain in gear. Be sure to get to Shaw’s before six!”

Jake slammed the rest of his coffee, tossed the cup towards the trash and missed completely before he ran out the door. Rolling your eyes, you picked it up and threw it out.

A few hours later, you were ready for Rosa’s party. It had been three months since you’d seen her, and working at the precinct while she was gone undercover had been sheer torture. Never knowing when she’d be able to check in, or if she was safe. But then the call finally came in. They were ready for the takedown and then she could come home.

Wearing your tightest skirt, and most revealing blouse, along with the thigh-high boots you knew Rosa loved, you made your way down into Shaw’s to find the rest of the precinct there and ready to welcome Diaz back with open arms.

“Daayyum (Y/N),” Amy and Jake said in unison upon seeing you.

"What?” you shrugged.

“Nothing, just... I don't think I’ve ever seen you outside of jeans and T-shirts,” Amy mused.

“I dress how my girl likes me best,” you said with a half-smile.

Some rumblings of noise came from the street entrance, and Rosa’s voice carried through to the basement bar. Everyone gathered together and waited to shout surprise as Boyle led her down the stairs.

“Surprise!” the crowd yelled as she finally walked in, her face initially stoic and unresponsive to the party.

“Hey,” she said and looked through the faces. “Miss me or something?”

Amy, Jake, and Terry rallied around her, giving her hugs and gushing with how much they missed her. You just hung back, knowing she would get you eventually. Letting the rest of the Nine Nine say their hellos, it took more than a few minutes for her to make it through the crowd of well-wishers.

She broke through the masses and saw you standing there, leaning back against the end of the bar, a small smile living on your lips.

“I know you?” you asked casually as Diaz approached, a little smirk on her face.

“Maybe. You look like some girl I used to know,” Rosa said, pausing a few feet in front of you, crossing her arms over her chest.

Charles, Amy, and Jake swarmed her again, but Rosa’s eyes never left your face. Neither of you made a move for each other, as the others peppered her with question after question. She didn’t answer them. Her dark brown eyes just scanned you from head to toe, and with each pass she did of your body, you became more desperate for her to come over.

With a twitch of your head, you called her over. She pushed passed her fellow detectives and made a straight line to you.

“It’s been a while,” she purred, before diving in and attacking your lips with her own.

You kissed her back with furor, your hand tangling up in her hair, your other wrapped tightly around her waist. The noise and chaos of the bar around you fell away as you reconnected with Diaz, uncaring about the public display of affection.

Her lips were just as soft, yet manic as you remembered; she tasted like Green Tea and peppermint. Her curls were silky beneath your fingertips and you suddenly wished you were anywhere that you could begin peeling off her clothes.

From behind her, you thought you heard someone coughing, then clearing their throats. Neither you nor Rosa attempted to stop saying hello. A moment later Jake was tapping her on the shoulder, finally making Rosa peel away from your lips.

“What, Jake?”

“I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”

“Don’t know. Maybe never,” Rosa replied, then kissed you again.

A minute or two more, and you pulled back, giving her ass a little squeeze as you did. “So, three months undercover. Can you maybe not do that again? It’s far too long.”

“Deal. If I do, could you maybe not wear a skirt like that until we get home. Now I gotta sit here with these jokers I love unconditionally and try to NOT think about taking you home and ripping it off.”

“Deal. Now, can I get you a drink, detective?”

“Shots. Multiple shots. Rounds for everyone!” she called out, and the entire bar cheered back.

“Welcome back to the NINE NINE DIAZ!” Terry cheered, his fist pumped in the air.

“NINE NINE!” the bar called back.

Rosa took a shot, wrapped her arm around your waist and left a soft kiss on your cheek.

“It’s damn good to be home,” she said, and lightly nuzzled your neck as everyone watched. “Damn good.”

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BITTEN - Ch.4

After getting bitten by a werewolf, Sam finds himself trying to adapt to a brand new lifestyle that brings him closer to the girl he loves, but threatens to tear him apart from his family for good.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2200

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Dean was in the kitchen when you walked up. He was cradling a large cup of coffee in one hand, and when he saw you emerge from the basement, his gaze fixed on you.

“How is he?” he asked urgently, “is he okay?”

You nodded. “It’s over. He’s fine, just hungry. Where’s Garth?”

“He went out with Bess. She’s in shock over what happened, so he took her to a safehouse out of state.” Dean watched as you pulled a pan from the rack on the wall and set it on the stove. “What do you mean by ‘fine?’”

“He’s not in pain anymore, his fever went down.” You cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them around. “He just needs to recuperate for a few days, maybe a week.”

“Can I see him?” Dean asked.

You nodded and pulled a couple bagged chicken hearts from the fridge. “After he’s eaten. He’s gonna be stronger than normal for a while, so we gotta keep his human contact minimal.” You heard Dean exhale heavily as you started chopping the hearts into chunks. “Dean, I know you wanted to find a cure, but there’s nothing you could have done. I’ve seen people get bit and go through a lot worse. At least he’s alive. He’s a little different than he was yesterday, but he’s alive.”

Dean nodded and leaned against the counter. “You’re really intent on taking care of him, huh?”

“It’s my job to take care of my pack.” You replied, pulling four sausages from the fridge and tossing them in the pan, along with an entire pack of bacon. “Russ and Joba are gone. The Reverend’s… well, let’s just say I’m in charge of the pack, now. I care for Sam, deeply. If it were up to me I would have killed Joy myself so that didn’t happen.”

You heard Dean scoff, but when you looked at him you could see he was grinning.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Dean finished his beer and set the empty bottle on the counter. “Just… I never thought you’d actually spook over a guy getting turned.”

You shrugged. “I know when to care about someone getting bit. I wanted Sam to leave, I wanted him to forget about me, about the pack. I never wanted him to get bit.”

Dean nodded shortly. “The way I look at it now is, he could have been bitten and left to die. At least this way he’s got you and Garth and Bess to look after him, make sure he won’t get into trouble.”

You finished cooking in silence. Piling most of what you’d cooked onto a large plate, you slid one of the sausage links, a small pile of eggs, and several strips of bacon on a separate one, which you offered Dean. He accepted it gratefully, noting that you’d cooked the chicken hearts in a separate pan. When you re-entered the basement, you found Sam sitting up and stretching his arms above his head.

“I could smell that from down here,” he muttered, turning his head to look at you, “is that normal?”

You handed him the plate and watched him begin to devour the food, shoveling a mixture of everything into his mouth with a fork that seemed comically small in his large hands. “Yeah, it’s pretty normal. And don’t worry about eating everything there, your appetite’s going to be pretty out there for the next couple days.”

Within minutes, Sam had completely annihilated the food on the plate. He tilted his head back against the wall, his lips parted as he sighed in satisfaction. “There was a heart in there, wasn’t there?”

“Two. Small ones, just chicken, nothin’ special.” You took the plate from him and set it down on the floor before snuggling into him. “How do you feel?”

Sam exhaled heavily and slipped an arm around your shoulders. “Not hungry anymore, definitely not tired… I feel strong. Stronger than before.” He flexed his arms, examining the muscles that bulged under the gray sleepshirt. He seemed bigger. “Actually, I feel like I need to run, get out…”

“There’s the punching bag.” You gestured to the slightly misshapen tool in the corner. “I can’t let you out yet, gotta know you can control yourself around humans.”

“Humans…” Sam looked down at his lap and swallowed. “That’s right, I’m not human anymore.”

You shook your head. “That’s not entirely true. You’re still human here,” you put a hand over his heart. “You’ll still be able to function like a human, your instincts are just rewired a bit, that’s all.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah, what happens when I wolf out and go nuts?”

“That won’t happen.” You nuzzled his shoulder and stood with him as he shuffled over to the punching bag. He gave it an experimental nudge with his fist. “Want to see Dean?”

He nodded apprehensively. “Yeah, but I don’t wanna try to hurt him.”

“Sam, you won’t—”

“You don’t know that. Make sure I don’t try to hurt him.”

You bowed your head and trotted back up the stairs, closing and locking the cage door behind you. Dean was still waiting in the kitchen, and he stood upon seeing you emerge from the basement.

“You can see him, but we have to be careful,” you said quietly. “If he smells you he could try to get at you, that’s gonna be his first instinct. The cage door down there has silver on it, so if he tries anything it’ll hurt, bad, but I need you to stay on the stairs, keep your distance.”

Dean held his hands up as if in surrender. “Trust me, I’ll be keepin’ my distance.”

You led him down the basement, slowly, his boots clunking heavily on the thick wooden planks. You could hear the dull, repetitive THWACK of Sam’s fists against the punching bag, but after the basement door closed, they ceased, and the space fell silent as you and Dean came down the steps. A little more than halfway down, you motion for him to stop.

“Dean, stay here.”

He nodded quietly and waited for you to slip past the cage, locking it behind you.

Sam was standing in the corner by the punching bag, his arms folded across his middle. You motioned for him to walk over, but he shook his head. “Y/N, I can’t… I don’t want him to see me like this. I can smell him, I can hear his heartbeat.”

“You won’t hurt him.” You walked closer to him, reaching for one of his hands. “Sam, come on, I’ll be there. The door’s got silver on it, you won’t be able to get out.”

Sam lowered his voice. “What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t. Now come on.” You led him slowly over to the wire door. His heartbeat increased with every step, and you heard his breathing grow more and shakier.

When Dean came into view, you didn’t know if Sam was going to recoil or lunge at the gate. He could hear Dean’s heartbeat, steady and slow, the rush of blood pumping through his veins, traces of whiskey and cedar covering up the thick, coppery scent…

...No, stop it! That’s your brother! You wouldn’t bite your own brother!

“Sammy?” Dean’s voice was quiet as he took another step down the stairs. “Hey, it’s me.”

Sam paused, took a deep breath. “I know.” He looked down at the ground and closed his eyes, trying as hard as he could to stop from hurling himself at the wall of the cage. “How’ve you been?”

“Uh, worried, for one,” Dean chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I went out for a little during the night, tried looking for a cure or something…”

“Yeah.” Sam swallowed and clenched his fist. He didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but all he wanted to do was break out of the cage and rip his brother’s chest apart, get at the thick, pulsing muscle that was hidden behind bone and sinew, devour the warm, blood-drenched organ that kept his brother alive…

No! Goddamn it! Stop!

“I thought you’d be gone.” Sam cleared his throat as a fresh wave of hunger washed over him.

“Had to make sure you’re okay, didn’t I?” Dean caught your warning glance to stay where he was and decided not to take the last two steps down. Hell, he might be too close already. “How do you feel?”

Sam swallowed thickly as you increased the pressure on his hand. “Honestly, I feel good. I’m strong, I’m not hurting, just wanna get the hell out of here.”

“And why can’t you?” Dean shifted his gaze back and forth between you and Sam.

“Because if I get out of here I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from trying to hurt you or someone else,” Sam stated bluntly.

Dean seemed taken aback by Sam’s words. Apparently, he hadn’t considered just how dangerous Sam really was until he’d said it. “Sam, you wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know what I’d do, Dean, hell, I don’t know what I’d do.” Sam’s body trembled as he spoke, but he stood his ground. “The only reason I’m not going after you right now is that I know I shouldn’t, but if Y/N wasn’t here with me, if this happened somewhere else… I don’t know if either of us would be alive right now.”

You saw Dean swallow, saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and heard Sam growl, low and deep in his chest.

“Sam, don’t say that.”

“You’re not in the place to tell me what to do, Dean.” Sam retorted. “I’m a monster, both of us know that. You don’t know how… how hungry I feel right now. I don’t have a friggin’ clue what’s making me feel this way, but if you weren’t my brother… I’d kill you, without thinking.”

Looking up, you noticed Sam’s upper lip beginning to twitch. He was starting to lose control. “Dean, I think you should go, this isn’t—”

Dean, obviously, didn’t listen. Instead, he did the worst thing he could. He took another step, closing the distance between him and his brother by another two feet.

Overcome by hunger, Sam snapped. You saw his eyes flash yellow as his instinct to attack sprang free. He snarled, his lips curling back over his teeth as his muscles bunch. He lunged forward, slamming all two-hundred pounds of his body against the cage. His long fingers were pointed in two-inch claws, which curled in the wire before he stumbled back with a yelp of pain; the silver on the wire had seared his skin.

Dean fell back when Sam crashed against the cage, bringing an arm up instinctively to protect his face.

“Dean!” You shouted, pulling Sam back against the far wall and holding him there. “Get out! Now!”

You saw Dean stagger to his feet his eyes fixed on the snarling beast of a man now ten feet away from him. He was staring at Sam with a mixture of fear, anger, and sorrow on his face. Sam took several half-gasping, half-growling breaths before reeling himself back in. He collapsed to the floor, his fingers pressing hard into the smooth concrete. He bowed his head as his body shook even harder.

“D-Dean, I’m sorry!” He gasped out. “I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t help—”

The door at the top of the stairs slammed before Sam could finish, and seconds later you heard the rumble of the Impala’s engine and the grind of her tires scraping on the dirt road as she tore out of the drive and down the road.

Sam’s shoulders heaved with a sob as he collapsed back, breathing hard as he fought to still his shaking hands. The claws had vanished and his eyes were back to hazel, but he still shook with panic. “I didn’t mean to do that,” he choked, “I didn’t—I didn’t—”

“Sam, it’s okay, he’s just gone to cool off.” You soothed him. “He’ll be back, I promise.”

Sam shook his head and reached to grip your hand as you rubbed his shoulder soothingly. “No way in hell. He saw me snap and that was it. He thinks I’m a monster.” He turned his head, and you saw tears streaming from his now hazel eyes. “I am a monster.”

You sat next to him and wrapped your arms around him as tight as you could. “Oh, Sam, it’s all right. You’re not a monster, you’re not. You’re adapting to a new lifestyle, and yeah, you have some different urges, but you’re just starting out. It’s barely been an hour since you woke up, I didn’t expect you to stay under control.” You hugged him tighter and let him bury his face in the curve of your neck. “Dean got spooked, that’s all. He’ll come back.”

“Will he?” Sam straightened his back and practically glared down at you. “How can you know that? Hm? Tell me how you know my brother’s gonna come back thinking I’m still the guy he grew up with.”

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Strangers ch. 18

You spend another wild evening with the guys, and Xiumin’s pet birds need tending to.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff

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“Thanks again for doing this,” Xiumin says, plopping down and dangling his keys in front of you. You pluck them out of his outstretched hand.

“Of course. God forbid your birds be in need of anything over the weekend,” you tease.

“Hey, they’re high maintenance,” Xiumin protests. “Remember, you need to give them fresh fruit every morning and bird feed in the evenings–”

“Mmhmm. When are you leaving?”

“Friday– tomorrow.”

“Will I see you before you go?”

Xiumin checks his phone. “Maybe? I’ll let you know. You can’t come by tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting some friends.”

Xiumin clucks his tongue. “Maybe another time. Hey, I have to get going to class–”

“I’ll see you later, then.” You kiss him sweetly before he gathers his things and leaves. In the four months since you began dating, it’s become a normal thing for your boyfriend to pop over so you could eat breakfast together occasionally.

You check the clock. You have a few minutes before Lisa’s supposed to pick you up, so where else would you go besides bed? You flop onto your mattress and sigh. You’ve been so unbelievably tired lately. Your phone rings beside you and you reach for it, smiling at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Yoongi–”

“No, really?” you gasp. “I had no clue!”

You hear him chuckle on the other end of the line. “Sorry, habit.”

“Don’t apologize.” you lean back against your pillow. “What’s up?”

“Are we still on for tonight? The guys can’t wait.”

“Of course. How could I disappoint the children?”

“WE MISS YOU!” you hear Hoseok’s yell followed by Yoongi’s exasperated sigh.

“Am I on speaker?” you ask in amusement.

“No, he just has freakishly good hearing. It can get… kind of inconvenient,” Yoongi mutters.

“I really hope you’re not saying what I think you’re saying.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, y/n.”

“Why? It’s so much fun down here.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue. “Are you physically capable of–”

“-Of not being the queen of banter? No, sorry, can’t say I am.”

“You’re so weird.”

You roll your eyes. “Love you too.”

Yoongi coughs loudly. “Anyways, Seokjin hyung is wondering what you want for dessert.”

“And you didn’t tell him that I worship anything chocolate?”

“In what form?”

“The yummy form.”

Yoongi sighs again. “You’re impossible.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes. I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

“See ya.”

You stand and stretch, grabbing your bag as you get a text: Lisa’s arrived. You hurry down and hop into her car, buckling up as she takes off.

“Y/n, darling, it’s been too long.”

“It hasn’t even been a day.”

“That’s far too long,” Lisa giggles. “So how’s everything going?”

“I mean, I’m trying not to fail history and Improv’s an easy A–”

Lisa tuts. “I meant, with Xiumin.”

“Oh. What do you want to hear?”

“You’ve been dating for literally forever! I need all the juicy details. Have either of you dropped the L-word yet?”

“No,” you admit. “But I might soon.”

“You love him?”

You think about your kind, charming, perfect boyfriend. You must be crazy, it’s only been four months, you’ve always been careful about your feelings, but– “Yeah. I really do.”

Lisa pumps her fist. “Woot! God, I ship y’all so hard I might as well write the fanfic.”

“Please don’t,” you laugh. You’ve read Lisa’s fanfiction– she deals in angst alone. “I actually want a happy ending, you know. All your fics mean someone ends up heartbroken or dead or worse.”

“How do you get worse than dead?”

You stare at her. “Remember the BIGBANG fic from freshman year? Where Daesung was a painter and–”

“Ohmigod stop! We are not reliving Blank Canvas ever again.”

“If you say so,” you grin.

“I dunno how you’re dating a painter after all that trauma,” Lisa shudders. “Isn’t that what he’s going away for?”

“Yeah, there’s some art exhibition down in somewhere, and he and his roommate are leaving tomorrow for the weekend. Which means I take care of his birds.”

“Hey, birds are cute,” Lisa shrugs as she parks her car. “Oh, can we hang out tonight?”

You shake your head. “Sorry, I’m gonna be with some friends.”

“You have friends that aren’t me? Are you sure they’re real?”

You laugh. “See you later, Lisa.”

Your classes are dull, and by the end of the day you’re half dead inside. As soon as you get home you chug a cup of coffee– you want to be fully awake tonight– and settle in to do homework for a few hours before checking the clock and yelping: you’re supposed to be at the guys’ place soon. But what to wear? A few minutes later–

“Hello?”

“Lisa, help, what do I wear?”

“For tonight? Is it formal?”

“No, but my friends always dress like supermodels and I don’t want to look like trash in comparison.”

“Oh, huh. Wear that pale pink blouse– you know, the one with ruffles that makes your boobs look bigger?”

You sigh at Lisa’s priorities. “Fine. What else?”

“The black button-up skirt. You’ll look fire.”

You crack a smile. “That’s dope.”

“Have fun tonight, hon.”

Fifteen minutes later you’re settled in the black car on your way to the apartment. As usual, you have to sneak in through the back door of the basement, but it’s worth it to open the door and see seven grinning faces, Yoongi in the center of them all.

“Y/n!”

“It’s been forever!”

“Aish, it’s so good to see you.”

You blossom under the attention. “I’ve missed you guys.”

“You’re too cute!” Hoseok wraps an arm around your shoulders. “I’m officially adopting y/n as my little sister.”

“We’re the same age, you nerd.”

“I’m older by a few months. Therefore you’re my little sister.” he waggles his eyebrows. “Gonna call me Hobi-oppa?”

You smirk. “Only if Kookie has to call me noona.”

“Can we not with the honorifics?” Namjoon asks, pushing past the maknaes and giving you a one-armed hug. “It’s good to see you, y/n.”

“Although it’d be better if we could eat, too.” Taehyung mutters, and the group laughs.

“Dinner is served,” Seokjin announces. “Let’s get started.”

The meal is delicious, and you eventually sit back with a full belly. “Yum…”

“The night is young,” Seokjin says.“And the chocolate cake won’t be ready for a while.”

“Truth or Dare or Drink!” Jungkook cheers. “Please?”

“You know y/n can’t hold her liquor,” Yoongi says.

You sniff indignantly. You don’t have classes tomorrow; what do you have to lose? “Someone hand me a shot glass– let’s play.”

Regret.

That’s what you feel as you wake up, still dressed– how did you get home? You blink sleep out of your eyes and smack your lips. Ow. Your head hurts and your back hurts and everything hurts.

“Ugh…” you groan. You’re so nauseous that it feels like your stomach is doing gymnastics, and… you’re missing a shoe? What happened last night?

You roll over and rub your temples to quell the pounding headache. When that doesn’t work, you blink a few times and scan your bedroom. You might be wrong, but… nope. You’re definitely missing a shoe.

On your bedside table, when your sluggish gaze finds it, is… what? Some painkillers and an energy drink await you, alongside a note.

Dear hungover y/n, the note reads, feel better and take care of yourself. Love, drunk y/n.

PS: Hoseok has your shoe.

You knit your brows. Drunk you’s handwriting is so different from yours, and yet so familiar…

Ugh, thinking hurts. You swallow some painkillers and chug the entire energy drink before rolling over and falling back asleep.

When you awake again, it’s already dark out and you feel a thousand times better until you realize: shit– the birds! It’s Friday night and Xiumin’s such a morning person that he probably left for the exhibition hours ago, which means you need to hustle over to feed his birds before your shift at the cafe. Luckily Xiumin’s apartment is only a short walk away.

You bundle up and quietly make your way to his place, using the key he gave you to unlock his door before slipping inside. As soon as you enter, Xiumin’s four birds begin squawking and fluttering, but not even the chirrups and rustles can hide the other sound coming from down the hall. You hear an unmistakably rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings accompanied by pants and moans.

“Oh my god…” you hear a woman’s breathy cry. “Fuck! You’re so good, fuck…”

You go red in the face as you hold your breath, desperate not to make any noise. Does Suho have a girl over? Xiumin had told you that his roommate would join him at the exhibit this weekend. Maybe he changed his mind? You tiptoe over to the bag of bird feed, the girl’s moans ringing in your ears as you quietly, quietly scoop feed into the birdcages. You’re about to leave and close the door behind you when you hear a tired, fucked-out, very familiar groan: “You’re so beautiful, fuck…”

Your heartbeat stutters at the voice. Xiumin?

A/N Sorry if this chapter was a bit dull, I know it was kinda dialogue-heavy. As always, I appreciate any and all feedback y’all may have, so feel free to drop me an ask to express your thoughts. Thank you for reading!

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kastle prompt: Frank sneaking into karen's apartment and scaring the shit out of foggy, he stayed in the sofa because they've been drinking and chatting and before they realized it was too late and karen told him to stay but she forgot to tell frank about it

Thank you for this prompt, anon!! I really love Foggy–he’s one of my favorite MCU characters. This gave me a nice chance to explore his character. And also, a little established! Kastle? I think so! Hope you like xoxo

PS those of you that have submitted prompts…………..I’m sorry. They’ll get done, it’s honestly just a matter of when at this point :~)

6:23pm

Karen’s favorite coffee shop is one she discovered while working at Nelson & Murdock. It’s equidistant from her apartment and where the firm used to be, and it’s constantly busy, but the ambiance always keeps her coming back. The coffee is dark, delicious and reasonably priced. The people are kind–beyond the usual for a busy New York shop. She makes a habit to stop by on her way home from work for a early evening pick me up, and stands out of the way as she waits for her name to be called. It’s a Thursday and her weekend is so close she can taste it; her week has been full of fluff pieces and boring headliners with one of their journalists out for the flu.

Her schedule is clear for the night. She plans to enjoy some indulgent coffee and a stream of reality tv—until she hears it.

“One medium mocha latte for Foggy!”

Karen snaps her head up at the familiar name. A similarly familiar stocky head of blonde hair waltzes up to the barista counter. She grins and pushes her way through, grabbing his arm as he turns.

“Kare!” Foggy calls once he realizes who has a hold of his sleeve. His face breaks into a wide, genuine smile. “What a beautiful surprise!”

Karen feels her mood lifting just at the sight of it. She pulls him in for a tight hug. “Oh, Fog, I’ve missed you! How is the firm? How is Marci?”

He nods vigorously, blond locks swinging. “Stressful and beautiful, respectively. How’s the paper? Everyone I talk to loves your articles. You’re a modern day–well, I don’t know many famous journalists. But a modern day one of them.”

She shakes her head in amusement, leaning over to grab her coffee when her name is called. “It’s great, Fog.” An idea strikes her. “Hey, do you have any plans? I was going to make something to eat and I’m out of articles for the night–”

“Karen,” Foggy says with mock gravity, “I would be honored to eat noodles and butter with you.”

7:15pm

“Alright, alright,” Foggy laughs, sitting back and patting his belly dramatically, “I take it back. The noodles and butter joke was in bad taste…pun intended.”

Karen and Foggy are sitting on her couch, half-eaten bowls of pad thai between them. She had pulled the recipe out and thrown together something extravagant; after all, it’s been months (a fact that makes her cringe) since she actually spent time with Foggy. It’s cause for something a little fancier than normal. Karen grins over her beer bottle at him. “I have a couple tricks up my sleeve, Fog.”

“You’re right. You’re definitely not one to be underestimated. It will never happen again.”

“I’d hope not, you should know better by now,” she laughs, grabbing more beer. He shoots off a smart ass remark behind her, and Karen thinks I missed this before returning to her place on the couch.

10:46pm

Karen exits the bathroom a good while later and stops short at the sight that greets her. “Uh, Fog…what are you doing?”

Foggy turns with a jump and looks at her sheepishly. “You know. I got a little bored, a little curious. As men are want to do.”

She presses her fingers to her mouth and bites back a laugh. “So you decided to try on my heels?”

He’s holding onto the wall for support, and the black pumps on his feet are looking a little wobbly. He glances down and flails his free arm, stumbling. “Well, I mean, yeah. Why not? I can’t be this weird with Marci’s shoes, she’d dump me for sure.”

Karen nods sagely. “You’re right. But honestly, I think the open toe is more your style.”

Foggy tilts his head as if considering her words. “You know what, I think you’re right. And also–I had no idea you had such giant feet, Kare.”

“Hey!”

2:03am

“So Marci says to them, hey, dickhole, you know what it’s like to get your ass handed to you in court? Well I do and the guy shut right the hell up.” Foggy throws back the rest of his beer, unable to keep the grin off his face.

Karen stares at him in wide-eyed wonder. “Remind me to never piss Marci off.”

He shakes his head, amused. “Nah, it’s only pre-coffee, post-cat called Marci you have to be careful of. And post-visit from her parents Marci. Otherwise I think you two would really hit it off.”

Karen smiles. “I’d like to actually meet her, one day.”

He gives her a wicked expression. “Yeah, we can make it a double date. Us, you, and that mystery guy that uses the second toothbrush in your bathroom.”

Karen carefully schools her expression, even though her heartbeat picks up dangerously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stands to grab another beer but stumbles and holds on to the arm of the couch, eyes wide. She’s a lot more drunk than she realized. Foggy makes a small noise of disbelief behind her.

“Sure, sure, whatever you say. Oh shit, Kare, it’s two in the morning!”

She turns to look at the clock and grimaces. “Shit–I have to get some sleep before work tomorrow. Want to crash on the couch?”

He gives her a grateful look that’s ruined by the flush on his face and glassy eyes. “I was hoping you’d ask. I can’t even stomach the idea of a two a.m. cab ride.”

She nods and heads towards the linen closet to pull out some spare blankets.

4:16am

Karen wakes to screams, and then a muffled thunk.

“Foggy??” She jumps up and runs into the other room, then takes a moment to process what she’s seeing.

Foggy stands on the far side of the room, the lamp from her side table held above his head defensively. At the other end of the room, just inside the open window, is Frank Castle.

Shit, she thinks, somewhere in the back of her mind. Frank is back in town today.

“K-Karen, stay back. Uh, I mean, if you have a gun somewhere that would be great but—“

It’s not hard for her to see Frank is less than enthused by this turn of events. He stands still in the half-light of the morning, bag over one shoulder, and then reaches behind him and shuts the window with a snap. Foggy jumps at the sound, and Karen steps over to take the lamp from him.

“Fog, I have to tell you something…” she starts, unsure. She glances back at Frank, who only frowns, shifting. She knows he’s tired by the way he’s looking at her, like he’s about to sleep where he stands. Like he’s been driving all night just to make it back to her before she woke. “Let’s go into the kitchen.”

Foggy is looking at her like he’s just discovered her second head. “The—the second toothbrush?”

“Mine,” Frank says shortly. “I’m showerin’ unless you need me to be part of this.”

Karen shakes her head and he brushes past into the bathroom, giving her hand a gentle squeeze on the way. She’s glad that it’s still semi-dark, because if she were to look close she would be sure to find blood on his clothes. She tugs carefully at Foggy and he trails after her into the kitchen, eyes wide.

“I don’t. He isn’t. You. What???”

Karen turns on the coffee pot and rubs her face to try and dissipate the remainder of sleep and alcohol. “It’s kind of a long story…um…I guess I should start at the beginning.”

6:37am

“So you’re friends with a Homeland agent.”

Frank grimaces, tapping his mug absently. He leans back in his chair and looks the picture of calm–but Karen knows better. He’s on edge. “Friends… acquaintances…”

Foggy blinks. He looks much more awake now, and much less freaked out. He nods slowly. “And you hid out in a basement for 6 months with a computer hacker.”

“Yep.”

“And now Frank Castle is dead.”

“Officially.”

“Because Homeland wiped your prints. And now you’re—uh, Pete—?”

“Castiglione.”

“And you’re dating Karen.”

A smile finally pulls at the corner of his mouth. He glances over at Karen, who returns his smile evenly. “Is that what we’re callin’ it?”

“We’re not labelling it,” she says in the tone of someone sharing an inside joke, then laughs. “Come on Foggy, you’ve been interrogating us for hours.”

He gives her an affronted look. “This is a pretty big secret to keep, Kare. And from your best, most-good looking friend? I think I have a right to some questions.”

Frank gets up to pour more coffee and she doesn’t miss the way Foggy tenses until he’s walked by. “Okay, fine. You’re right. I’m sorry but…you understand right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.” Foggy sighs. “But whatever makes you happy, Kare. Even if it is 200 pounds of pure, murderous muscle.”

“185,” Frank corrects over his shoulder, amused.

Foggy’s expression is a mixture of baffled and impressed. He wants to say something else, she can tell, but he holds his tongue. Indecision flashes across his face, “I gotta go to work,” he sighs after a minute.

“I’ll walk you out,” she offers quickly.

Frank clears his throat. “I will. You gotta get ready for work.”

The room holds it breath as Karen looks at Frank, head tilted. She notices again how exhausted he looks, even after a shower. His hair has grown out a little in the last week in a half, and there are dark bags under his eyes. He meets her stare evenly, and there’s something behind his gaze that says let me do this. She finally nods and stands.

“Okay. Fog, thanks for coming over. Call me soon?”

Foggy clears his throat, nervous. “Uh, yep, yeah. Will do.”

She hugs him, shoots Frank a concerned look (which he studiously ignores) and then heads into the bathroom.

7:05am

If there is one thing Foggy never would have imagined would happen to him, its being escorted downstairs by Frank Castle, the Punisher–and especially not directly after learning everything there is to know about the last year or so of his life. There’s so much to unpack; the set up of Frank’s family’s murder, his time on the run, Karen’s tireless defense of him, and of course their relationship. It’s enough to make Foggy’s head spin if he thinks about it too hard.

Frank is silent at his side as they ride the elevator down. Foggy keeps his back straight keeps his eyes forward, unsettled by the stoic man next to him. The elevator pings and they step out into the quiet lobby.

“Listen, Nelson,” Frank finally says, gruff. He stops short, crossing his arms. Foggy turns to look at him, wary, but the look on Frank’s face is more sheepish than anything. “During the trial—I uh, I fucked it up. Sorry if it caused you any grief.”

“Ah,” Foggy gives him a nervous smile. “It sounds like we were way out of our league anyways.”

Frank nods. “And about Karen—“

Foggy shakes his head, holding up his hands placatingly. “Just try and keep her out of it, you know? Out of trouble.”

Frank scoffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah. She doesn’t make that easy.”

They share a conspiratory grin, then Foggy huffs out a laugh. “See you around, Pete.”

7:26am

Karen steps out of the bathroom into Frank’s waiting arms. He cups her face in his hands without preamble and slots his mouth over hers with a hum. She’s still damp from the shower and her hair is wrapped up in a towel but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands are hungry on her skin, fingers gliding across every exposed inch greedily. She steps into his space and shivers at the chill of the hallway air. After a moment, she pulls away just enough to press her forehead to his.

“I missed you,” she sighs.

“Stay home,” he rumbles back, hands landing on her hips.

Karen pulls back to look at him. “Frank…”

“Come on,” he murmurs, ducking his head to kiss her jaw. He trails his lips down to where the towel meets her skin and bites playfully. “Work from home.”

“I never get anything done when you’re here,” she argues, but her smile grows as his hand runs up her thigh. “How about I go in for half a day, and then come back and we make dinner? You need to get some sleep, anyway.”

She takes his grumble as a very reluctant yes. Before he can pull back, she envelopes him in a tight hug. “I’m sorry about Foggy. I didn’t even think about you coming home, and we were drinking…”

He laughs, deep in her ear. “We survived.”

Karen steps away and heads towards the bedroom. “You didn’t scare him out of my life forever down there, did you?”

“Nah. Nelson can hold his own.” Frank leans on the doorway, watching as she rummages through her closet. “I uh, I apologized. For the trial.”

Karen turns to examine his expression, surprised. She narrows her eyes. “You must be more tired than I thought.”

Frank scoffs, flushing. “He’s important to you,” he mutters, “so I thought…I should. Make nice.”

For half a second, Karen thinks about staying home from work like he wants. His statement makes her chest clench pleasantly–that he’s attempting to make amends for her sake is both endearing and warming. Her next thought is that he really does need sleep, and if she were to stay home they wouldn’t do much resting. She tampers down the intense wave of affection that comes from looking at his pink ears and embarrassed frown.

“Come here,” she says, beckoning. When Frank joins her in the middle of the room she leans up to kiss him, smiling. “Thank you for that. He means a lot to me, but so do you. And Foggy’s a great guy–once he gets past the whole…Punisher thing…he’ll warm up to you.”

Frank gives her an amused look. “You’re going to be late,” he reminds her.

“Ah, shit. Can you help me find my skirt?” She pauses, giving him a controlled stare that borders on amused. “One you haven’t ripped yet, preferably.”

Frank lets out a laugh and turns to help her search.

*note: yes, I googled JB’s weight specifically for Foggy’s snark

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