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your own prometheus 💉

CHAPTER FIVE salvation comes only in our dreams | AO3

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NSFW | Word Count: 5,935 | Herbert West x GN Reader x Daniel Cain

contains canon typical/graphic murder, gore/body horror, masturbation

🎼: x

⬅ continued from you don’t know my mind, you don’t know my kind ➡ continued in like minds broken, like minds breaking free

Human agony was a recognizable noise, something more embedded into you than anything you had actually learned, and you were sure that was what had come through the floor last night.

Still, it didn’t make the idea go down any more smoothly, even after becoming a record courier and needing to wade your way through a good portion of a hospital’s main floor while making rounds. It was more the fact it was after a night of sleeping on it that there was no other emotion discernable. While the moment had been lost to the greater sea of worries for the evening, it returned almost tenfold in the morning, ringing in your head while getting ready for another day on the street.

Street was a funny way to say a thousand different linoleum corridors, especially when you didn’t have many deliveries to pick up today. Even now, you were facing yet another instance of no outgoing documents from Miskatonic. Recognizing the disbelief and not sure how much more you could take of the impossible facing and practically looking you in the eye, you reached to your other arm, pretending to scratch before delivering a sharp pinch.

A nip of pain. Nope. This was today. You had in fact woken up this morning, and you unfortunately still had to do your job. You had spent the first twenty minutes in the clerks’ office trying to brush the stop onto someone else, praying they would give you a break that you didn’t realize you needed up until you had no takers.

The only one willing to go here regularly was you. The office knew that from the moment you got clearance to do it.

When there were still no papers on your fingertips after a second reach into the document slot, you bent over to look through. The shelf served as a two-way space that opened into another office, and in times of emptiness you could see through to the other side. Your earnest expression fell as the deep brown eyes and familiar lick of a mullet was waiting on the other end. It made you straighten up just as quickly, and break into as long a stride as your legs could manage down the hall towards the nearest exit. Seeing either of them was what you had worried about, especially if one of them wanted to seek you out. Most didn’t spare you a second glance unless you had something to hand over or take to another spot in the county, and in that means to an end, you had forgotten that you were easy to find if anyone wanted to bother.

“[Y/N], wait-!” This time, the utterance of your name stopped you in place. Cemented into the ground at the ring of Dan’s voice, not wanting to hear that plea that fought to raise above the chatter, capable but uncertain if it was necessary. You almost winced at in it, you could tell there was recognition that there was little he could do to change your course. You stood off to the side in the corridor, averting eye contact with the glances of passerby.

Dan pulled around the corner, and you heard his sound of relief to see you had waited. When you turned to face him again, both of you began at once.

“Dan, hey-“

“I- Oh, go ahead.”

You held your breath, looking down the hall and trying to collect a semblance of what else to say. When he realized you had choked, he was the one to continue, “I was hoping I’d catch you. Did you sleep okay last night?” The pause might as well had taken your tongue, but you shook it off and replied, “Sure.”

“Oh, good.” He held the pause for another second, and when you finally looked through him with a level stare, it was almost like he flinched to it. He moved to take your shoulder, a habit that he humored but now shied from to see your body tense. With an awkward flex of his arm, he went on, “I…I could tell you were having a bad night. I’m sure we didn’t make that easier.” You only stared, daring him to elaborate while holding the two measly pages of records in your hands. It was a light day, and that usual heavy stack wasn’t there to weigh you down.

He awkwardly continued, “Anyways, I wanted to ask again…What are you doing tonight after work?”

Your shoe’s heel tapped on the floor, still quiet as you wondered what to say to that. You could lie and tell him you weren’t going to be there. Maybe sneak in through your window, avoid both of them while you were at it. He was stopping himself from frowning, reading the sight of you preparing to throw an excuse like a book. It wasn’t a thought you dwelled on, but he seemed to understand all these movements, these expressions of yours. It was a feeling of transparency that made that rock in your stomach turn over, metaphorical bugs skittering through your insides from the disturbance of it. Your heartstrings flexed once more at the very look of him, and then grew weak as you read him all the same.

You should have known that the grudge was going to be released as soon as you had tried to hold on tight.

“Actually, nothing’s on the agenda, Dan. How come?” You finally answered, trying to take the frustration from your tone with a pained squint of your eyes. His arm had to hold something, finding the back of his neck to idly rub at the muscle between his shoulders. He hummed, “I-I was wondering if we could talk.”

The anger slipped from your fingers along with any hard feelings and fell cold when they hit the ground. You bit the inside of your cheek to fight a startled hum in response. Dan’s jaw released, and he gasped, “[Y/N], it’s nothing. I just…want to touch bases with you. I…” He was stalling even more, making you nod in encouragement. Even if you weren’t ready, he had to spit it out. You had to give him that.

Dan finally sighed, “It’s not to ask you to…move out, or anything. If that’s what that face was about.” You grimaced again slightly, but then felt your pulse simmer back down as you laughed the remaining dread off. You weren’t going to confirm that, and thankfully he gave a halfhearted grin back to laugh along. “God. God, [Y/N]. I wouldn’t do that.” He chuckled, “Could you imagine? I’d miss you too much, even if that’s what it was about.”

The giggles fell short again, and you once again had your eyes locked on him as you tried to straighten yourself out, catching your breath and getting an ungodly amount of pressure off your body only to be replaced by the gentle flutter of butterflies trying to leave at the very ring of his voice saying those words. Miss me?

Dan could only handle the look for a few seconds, his expression once again dropping in shock as neither of you were laughing any more. Still, seeing that shine to his eyes that he only got when he gawked made you realize he had almost fallen to a level that was too honest.

The intercom jolted you from your thoughts, catching his last name and one of the thousand room names and numbers with a glance to the ceiling. “Sounds like you got a call, Dr. Cain.” You observed, eyes falling back down and trying to smile, “But sure, we can talk. I’ll see you tonight.” You then nodded at him to insist the point, “Alright?”

The poor guy still looked shaky as he replied, “Oh. Yeah, great. See you, [Y/N].”

If the pressure hadn’t been necessary to help you stay fucking sane, you would’ve avoided it. It always turned your stomach to see Dan freeze like that, especially considering he spent so much time in the emergency rooms more than getting trained to be a specialist. Taking the fast lane just wasn’t his thing, and anyone who was friends with him knew that. He liked his time, whether it was speaking with a patient or even at home making dinner or doing something mundane. If you had anyone to discuss it with, you’d almost want to ask if having a job where he was under pressure so much was the best spot for him.

Maybe…

Maybe you did. You couldn’t believe your own speculation as you and him parted ways again, and you tried to blink the edge from your stare as you looked around one last time. You then turned back to the exit doors and blew air through your cheeks as you picked up speed.

What you need is some fucking air.

“Hey, Dan.” You practically started your evening right off with bringing work home, something that you hated with the housemates. Then again, you pushed paper while they pushed coffins in worst case scenarios. At least, that’s what the job looked like from the outside. “Know anything about the records kept at the hospital?” You shrugged at yourself, closing the door with a flat palm against the old chestnut colored paneling. Trotting around the furniture in the living room, you went on, “Why aren’t we getting any outgoing stuff? The ladies at the clerks’ office noticed I didn’t have anything today, and I think they’re starting to wonder i-”

You stumbled into the kitchen, coat still on one arm, and your eyes caught onto the setup on the counter. Two plates and a stout candle sitting in between was enough to hole up the thoughts, throw it all over your shoulder and out the window, letting a stunned observation take its place and produce little thought in response. Dan turned away from the stove, and neither of you remembered what you had been saying in that moment. A faint wave of déjà vu hit your mind, remembering a similar face with his hair a little shorter and clothes a little more suited for an operating room than the house you now shared with him.

“Are you looking for something in here? … Oh, you’re a courier. Hi, Daniel. Just call me Dan. You are?”

“Well, look at that. [Miss/Mr.] [Y/N] actually made it home on time.” He teased, throwing the dishrag in his hands onto the counter, “I didn’t think you’d be back until a little later.” You slowly came in, hand slapping your coat as you stammered, eyes unable to meet his as you talked, “H-here, let me go put this away. I didn’t know you’d, uh…” Swallowing the stutter, you tried to say it again, “I didn’t know you’d make dinner.” Smiling nervously as you turned back around, he replied, “Sure. You and I usually take turns, and I think it was mine this week, so…”

It wasn’t, but you weren’t about to be that guy.

As you went back down the hall, finding the closet you hung your things in at the end of the day, you gave a brief look towards the basement door. That knowing pang in your head made you frown, but nonetheless finish hanging your jacket and closing the door again. As you turned your back to it, you dared to speculate whether you’d call this a date. It was a thought that made you nearly forget how to speak all over again, treating your own home like somewhere you were merely invited inside rather than your own claim.

“Dan, I was meaning to ask…” You felt your thoughts fumble, a recollection finally making you nervously run your hands over the denim of your jeans as you stuttered, “I mean, forget it for now. You said you wanted to talk about something, right?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to check in, see if everything was alright around here…” When you only looked at him again, he elaborated, “I noticed you and Herbert have been…talking more than usual.”

The name made you painfully aware of how Dan’s dates usually went, and it took your eyes back to the doorway that lead down the hall. The other man was usually aware of what went on upstairs despite never being there, and the very sound of the two of you talking made you consider that it could pique his interest. Even if he was more keen to follow in your shadow, take from your sketchbooks if he really felt inclined, it didn’t make him absolved of any decent surveillance.

Meticulous knew meticulous.

Dan’s hand was on your shoulder, its rightful place as of late. Rather, it started on your upper arm and slid its way to cup where he usually took you when being friendly, or to get your attention in a gentle nudge of a movement. Your eyes caught it for a second, trying not to melt into the immense heat from his palm as you looked back at him with an anticipating stare.

“He’s not home.” Dan eased, “Said he’d be back later on tonight, had some work things to take care of.” You tried to breathe, not losing your train of thought to the idea that the two of you were alone, something that hadn’t happened outside of work often. The question slipped as the curiosity pressed against your chest, almost like the thought itself miraculously supplied air into your lungs. “Did you plan that on purpose?”

He tried to hide his smile, shrugging with a dip of his head, “Maybe I did.”

You faltered the laugh to keep it in your chest, grinning as you echoed, “Maybe?”

He finally smiled back, and murmured, “Possibly, even.”

It was enough to finally get you to giggle, let a little bit of the noise finally touch the open air as you chuckled to yourself. Even when he had you in a position you almost couldn’t fathom, something meant to disarm you down to a lovesick mass of blood and bones, he could still make you laugh.

“Have you been paying attention to the movie?”

Dan looked up from his lap at the sound of your voice, a gasp as he shot awake making you giggle from the other side of the couch. You recognized the groggy look on his face and realized he had absolutely fallen asleep sometime between the straight to television film being put on and now.

“No,” He admitted, stretching his shoulders, “What about you?”

“Not really, which is impressive because I’ve been awake.” You shrugged, pulling off where you had been leaning on the arm and giving your own back a stretch. You admitted, catching the shine of his eyes in the dark, “I’ve been thinking about…this. Our little setup here.” He hummed quietly, almost like he’d shatter the atmosphere if he spoke too loudly, “Oh yeah, what about it?”

“Well, I obviously feel a little bit lost on what goes on when I’m not here. I know you two mean well, probably keep it that way for a reason, but…” You thought your next words carefully, eyes lost to the grain of the coffee table as you pointed out, “I find things out. Been delivering weird memos, got this guy breathing down my neck at the station…”

“Who?”

You answered in the form of the question, “Ever heard the name Dyer? Like, James Dyer?” Dan’s brow tightened at that, “…Not from what I remember.” He mused, “I know he visits the hospital, mainly just for old time’s sake since he used to work security – at least, that’s what I was told.”

Nodding, you only crossed your arms and explained, “He really wants me to start looking into the hospital. Ever since I delivered that memo about the body parts.” Dan’s hands clasped together, and he asked with a stunned expression, “Really? Why do you think he’s doing that?”

Glancing at him, you only shrugged with a muddled frown. Both of you let the question hold water, but it sank the moment he inched closer to you. The couch served him no favors, creaking loudly and pulling all of your attention back on him. He asked, “You don’t think that it…has something to do with-“ When your neck straightened a bit, eyes level and unwavering to his, he froze but tried to keep going, voice somehow getting softer, “with us, do you?”

You rose your eyebrows at him, arms curling tighter into your chest as you replied, “I’ll ask the same thing I asked Herbert. Should I?”

Dan promptly shook his head, desolate look up and down making you finally loosen your stature, hands falling into your lap. Thinking about it made that same sick anger creep in your throat, knowing he wasn’t telling you something even after letting him know his roommate wasn’t offering any favors by holding the answers just out of view, but it was enough so that you knew there was a secret there.

It was the part of you that realized there had to be a decent reason to keep you in the dark that let Dan put his arm along your back, and the wordless understanding between the two of you to move to his corner of the couch in a lounge, trying to keep it chaste by keeping on one side of him rather than tangling your legs with his. It baffled the parts of you that wanted to love him, and it frightened the part of you that realized this fly on the wall was being caught in the web.

…Or flypaper. Whatever the hell the metaphor better made the man next to you in this situation.

Did that mean Herbert was a fly swatter? Instead of laughing at your own joke, the thought of him made you jolt to look over the back of the couch, peer out the window to check and make sure the man wasn’t home, or even close to a position where he could catch you like this. The last pressure point you needed was what you knew he was capable of, that airtight disdain for anyone that got in his or Dan’s way.

“Hey. [Y/N], you know what?” Dan scoffed, causing you to look at him once again with bated breath and a hand that didn’t know whether it should settle against his side but finally found its place while he shook his head at you kindly, “I really could care less what he thinks about seeing this. It’s okay.”

You finally let your head press against his side, not heavy enough to push against him, but enough to grant the permission for his arm sliding over your back, a narrow hand settling on the crook of your neck, and your tired muscles to finally slump against him, one last adjustment that settled you in for the rest of the awful movie.

When you had filed the last page away, you grinned back at him. “Thanks so much for helping, Dan. I try not to be a bother, but…I don’t know. I’m good at getting lost in here.”

“Oh, it’s fine. Don’t be afraid to ask for help, especially when I’m around.” The tone was genuine enough to settle nicely, make you smile a little more openly rather than a display of embarrassment. It was then he cleared his throat.

“Actually, before I show you out, I have a question for you. Do you know someone looking for a roommate?”

You cocked your head at that, recalling the morning spent looking through wanted ads in the paper for something similar. Something for yourself rather than for a friend. That was when Dan shrugged, extending a hand at you in the movement.

“Are you looking?”

Just as low, and just as long.

You shot up in bed, bracing behind you with the heels of your hands as the vent rattled off to the side of the room. A noise not quite the same – yet akin enough to the one that had haunted you for nearly the entire day – was what made you slide your legs out from under the covers and stare at your door. With sleep still sweeping over you, you were half blind as you fumbled the rest of the sheets from your body, promptly jolted to open your eyes when another door in the house was thrown, slamming against the wall with a thud that anyone in the house would hear even in a deep sleep.

At the sound of paced footsteps, you sighed and pulled yourself to stand, making your way to the door and raising your voice. “Dan? Herbert?” You rolled your eyes when there was no response and finally turned the knob, fed up with the lack of answers where you needed them most.

“Guys, what the hell w-“ Your voice rose to a yelp, quickly dying as a hollow noise as your mouth fell shut again to see someone standing toe to toe with you. Quite literally, a sickly colored foot nearly brushing yours as they mirrored your stance and eyes unfocused in the contrast of your dark bedroom and the light in the hallway. You almost swore you caught one of them boggle at you, but your focus was soon drawn to the lolling tongue that hung without a bottom jaw to keep it in place, blood trailed down what was left of a neck and over his bare chest.

Where was his fucking mouth?

Before you could try to act, he took hold of your shirt sleeve and pulled you from your room in a frenzied fling of the arm. You hit the wall shoulder first, head knocking against it as you braced and slid against the length down the corridor, letting out a noise of struggle that grated out from your throat. The momentum had proved too much, and when the support of the wall fell away to the corner that lead into the main room, you quickly fell parallel with the ground and your legs slipped out from under you.

Hitting the floor hard, you heard the confused groan from the man as he merely shadowed you. He tried to pull you upwards again but grabbed your shirt sleeve instead of you, making your arm start to slip through as you pulled away. “Jesus Chr-!“ You flinched as the tear of fabric came in a dull growl, tearing against your skin but leaving you stuck on the floor still. It was enough of a godsend to start scrambling on your hands and knees, attempting to round the corner of the sofa and making another terrified noise.

Words were finally slipping from your head for a moment, but when you caught Herbert in the corridor, they came back to you – or at least, as much as they could stand to fall from your mouth. Mostly, it was in the form of tight-throated sputters, beginnings of simple questions and observations. “What- What is-!? That’s-”

“Yes, I know.” You gawked at that, as well, trying to choke out the words ‘Know what!?’ It was a desperate itch that had to be swallowed as you only backpedaled away from the person, shuddering as those foggy eyes tried to stay on you, and afraid to recognize the consciousness behind the color as someone else – especially as it turned to size up the second person in the room. Another drawled, drained sound of agony that bubbled through phlegm and blood in the throat – alongside a mouth only half formed trying to move – didn’t help any attempt to ground yourself. You had to turn to look down the hall, find something else to take in while heaving breaths.

The mind found comfort in remembering a few hours ago, and you then wondered where Dan was. Before another fumbling for the reality of this situation could make you act again, you caught sight of something held behind the wall at Herbert’s side. It was a quick step forward and swing of his arm, but the sound of wood cracking against bone made you hold your head, using one sleeved and one bare arm to cover your vision.

As the room settled to that familiar, tense silence, your arms fell back to see the person was face down on the floor just as quick as he had been standing with you. “…Do either of you even play baseball?” The question was dazed, unfocused on the splatter of burgundy resting on your toenails and towards what you could see of the wooden stick in his hand. He simply held it out for you to see better and replied like there wasn’t a whole other man on the floor, “Broomstick. Don’t know where the other half of it went.”

A jerking motion, something that looked akin to rigor mortis in a cadaver, made the man turn it downwards. The broken end of the stick, jagged and able to fix into a soft enough surface did just that; you gasped aloud as it was driven into his back, through malleable enough skin. If the blow hadn’t killed him, that might’ve just finished the job. The lack of hesitation only made you feel like you were going to vomit.

“Who was that?” You tried to make your voice heavy so that he would face you, and sure enough it got Herbert to whip his head around, “[Y/N], I don’t know what you were doing awake. This didn’t concern you-”

“Who was that?” You didn’t let go of the question yet, staring hard at him while you felt the torn sleeve again with trembling hands. Running around the jagged tear of fabric, you realized there had really been nothing standing between the vicious stupor of those hands and your own body. Some bone thrown to you had stopped anything too physical, and you were barely reeling from the string of events to consider that a torn shirt was more of a win than once thought.

Although you were making eye contact with the other man, your focus was on something far beyond this reality that had unfolded faster than you could catch it. It was as though you were instead stuck facing mortality itself, the sickly feeling making itself comfortable in the pit of your stomach. It was all a realization that made practically every part of you tense up, clenching against itself to keep from falling apart, but with another deep breath you did your best to zone back in. Herbert had started speaking in the time you had let your head wander, and you were now thrown into the middle of the ramble as he kneeled down to be eye level with you, pointing at the body when appropriate.

“-He wasn’t in the right mind. Had a deadly amount of adrenaline coursing through his body, and that blow only served as the progressor to an oncoming heart attack. I took care of it, and believe me, if we didn’t kill him then he would’ve easily killed you. No contest, do you understand me?” When you looked back down the hall, catching a few idle smears of blood against the banisters and a shattered vase strewn on the ground, Herbert put his hand on your arm that still had a sleeve, pushing you against the wall you now braced to. “[Y/N]. Do you understand?” He spoke slowly, and despite trying to sound just as gruff as you had, nerves hit you in a way that made you meet eyes with him again in the way he had whined your name.

You inhaled deeply, taking the silence in with the closest thing to gratitude you could allow yourself and trying not to ask another question.

“Yes.”

Once again, an encounter with Herbert West was leaving you with more questions than maybe even he had answers to. If you didn’t have to be awake again in a few hours, you might’ve just sat down and made him figure it out. There would have to be a point where things needed to make sense lest you sneak out in the middle of the night, skip town even with a new name and turning this whole endeavor into a brief, confusing time in your life.

Everyone had one, and while most didn’t include being manhandled by a stranger without a jaw at two in the morning followed by your roommate killing him like they would a pestilent intruder, skeletons in the closet were skeletons all the same.

With your body so wound up, you had to find a way to make it relax. To render you helpless to whatever sleep still could offer and take your mind away from the recollection of almost being mauled by a man with nothing behind the eyes. Why was he here? What had he been doing with Herbert? Where the hell was Dan in all of this? Your own eyes snapped open, refusing to take the mental snapshot that flashed in your head and instead trace the dresser in front of you. A deep sigh made you push off your stomach and adjust to rest on your side.

Your arm ran itself down your side, one more wonder of there being something else besides raiding the medicine cabinet and risking another confrontation with your roommates. Roommates, and they fucking kill people. At the very least, one of them does. The thought drew raw fear out, the kind that your jaw release just to clench again, and your stomach twitched to your final resistance to the idea in your mind as your hand finally slipped down under your waistband.

You weren’t going to think about it, you reminded yourself, running your hand over the sensitive [walls/head] of your sex and closing your eyes to the feeling. A breathy hum fell into the hand that wasn’t moving, covering your mouth to keep any sound from sliding under the door, or through the vents down to where you knew someone would be if not both of them.

This was a cheap tactic, but it was tried and true. Pleasure was needed more than ever, and even if it was only temporary you welcomed it with another deep breath, finally lost in the tingle that came from stroking [within your walls/around your shaft and back up]. It made you hiss into your skin, this time lost in a thought that usually worked you into a pace. The hand [rubbing tirelessly against your clit/stroking against the velvet skin of your cock] would occasionally trace back over the curve of your inner thighs, running your own fluid against the hot skin for reprieve and letting your imagination play with the idea it was someone else.

“Oh, Christ.” You were saying the same curses, feeling the same sharp emotion that invigorated you with the hope it’d make the fall all the more satisfying, as deep as your hands were working against yourself to find what made that coil turn tight. “Please, please-“ The hands running over your thighs went up for side for reassurance, a selfish comfort that made you suck in another pathetic breath as you couldn’t stop yourself from going back to your [pussy/cock] with more intention. “Yes, yes. Oh, fuck-“ Losing control of another quiet murmur, you didn’t even care in the moment, justification taking the backburner as you hit that stride that wrenched your gut and made you whimper whatever came to mind. “That’s it, oh fuck. Please, I- I can’t hold on, Dan-“

Your eyes snapped open again, but you were still working as you could barely breathe from both the pressure of your movement and what had just let itself be known to you. Still, you let it run rampant as your hips snapped, caving to the sudden urge to use free fingers on your hand to stick inside yourself. The second it pressed through, you said it again, trying to control your volume, “Fuck, Dan. Come on, please. I c-can’t, you two are going to kill me.”

The sheer terror of what had followed, the realization he wasn’t the only one driving the frustration turned into hot friction forth, made your vision white and your precipice practically blow up in your face as you panted audibly into your pillow. A rush to a truth you were struggling to deny, something just as dangerous as those two combined. It would only get harder to fight these thoughts the longer you dealt with them, and before you could consider that it wouldn’t stay in the dark along with these movements, you let yourself fall into the needed sleep.

His hand had been hovering over the doorknob as soon as he had heard the first quiet plea behind the wood. Oh, Christ.

Dan felt the raging heat under his sweater collar, hearing you continue with what he could only describe as a dangerous fascination. He’d already fallen into a flurry of anxiety to see the display in the living room with no one around to explain what had happened, but to hear you doing something he recognized just by the sweet hums and hilted murmurs was enough to make his thoughts fall to a measly crawl and his own erection start to stiffen. He leaned against the wall, crossing one leg over the other to keep it concealed as you went on. The occasional glance behind him to make sure he wasn’t being found out also stopped as your mumbling became more fevered, more open to what you really wanted, pulling his attention like a vice.

“Oh fuck, I-I can’t hold on, Dan-“

His hand braced the doorknob again, silent as his breath hitched and he had to now use the other hand to uncomfortably adjust himself. The outline under the clothes he hadn’t even changed out of since coming home from work put him further in the position that he shouldn’t be doing this. Then again, to hear you say his name like that was enough to make him realize those hopes he had been stuffing down in himself out of a fear of loving someone was practically clawing its way from his ribcage. He couldn’t decide what to focus on, what in specific pulled it forth: the way you dressed, how you looked at people even when on the job, and then how that expression became edgeless whenever you met eyes with him every time. He had to tell someone about it.

“You two are going to fucking kill me…” Before he could even consider what the hell that was supposed to mean, Dan heard the muffled groan of your release, your bedframe creaking as you writhed with the force of the orgasm. It was enough to make him release the knob and walk back down the hall, trying to get the blood to return to his head before going down to the basement. If he stayed any longer, someone in the house would’ve caught him. So wrapped up in the way he practically felt the emotion holding him by the neck, he barely minded the body that no one had bothered with, nearly tripping on a leg while making a beeline for the kitchen.

He had to tell someone. Dan paused, turning back around to the corpse, and reminding himself that there were more pressing matters at hand. He really wished it wouldn’t go hand in hand so much and looked to the corridor across from where your room was, his countenance tense for a completely reason within the span of a few deep breaths.

“Herbert, can you give me a hand with this? Who even is this guy?”

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Rescue Me - Chapter 1

Pairing: Morbius x Reader

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

It sure was fun explaining to building management how your balcony window was shattered with deep gouge marks in the wall from trying to kill a rat.

The building manager was pissed and told you you were paying for all damages, a $3000 hole in your pocket. He had brought a crew in to seal up the balcony opening with plywood until the new glass came in.

Just when you thought things were settled, a FBI agent came in behind the police.

“Miss Y/N, I’m Detective Stroud with the FBI. Can I ask you a couple questions?”

You breathed out a heavy sigh. “Yes.”

“So… a rat, huh?”

“I don’t do rodents.”

“Uh huh…” He said as he walked around the room. “How did the window break?”

“I threw the lamp at it when I saw the rat run over to it.”

“Right. What are you, The Incredible Hulk?”

You gestured to your body. “Do I look like the Hulk?”

“Banner doesn’t look like The Hulk does he?”

“Look, people do crazy things when they’re on an adrenaline high.”

“Right…and that?” Detective Stroud asked, pointing to the deep claw marks in the wall.

“A knife.”

“Ma’am, I’ve been in this business for a long time. That doesn’t look like a knife made that.”

“Is there a point to this? As you can see, it’s been a long night and I’m exhausted.”

He caught the sight of your neck and arm.

“How’d you get hurt?”

You gesture wildly to the glass all over the floor. “I fell in the glass. You ever try running over glass while trying to catch a quick animal? Like ice.”

He looked like he didn’t believe a word you said but called for a medic.

“I’m fine.”

“Just a precaution.”

You couldn’t help the little bit of attitude you gave him. The adrenaline was wearing off and on top of feeling extremely tired, you were pissed.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than to stand here looking at me like a cock with ruffled feathers?”

“As a matter of fact I do.” He uncrossed his arms. “We’re looking for Dr. Michael Morbius. He’s wanted for questioning regarding the murders around the city.”

You kept your face like stone. “He’s that brilliant doctor right? The one with the blood disease?”

“Yep.” The p made a popping sound.

“And?”

“Have you seen him?”

“Does it look like I’ve seen him? Why would he be here?”

He did a quick glance up and down your body. “Why indeed.”

“I’m not scared of you and your badge.”

“No, I would bet not.”

You made a sarcastic face.

He stared at you, realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere. Moving towards the breakfast bar, he put his card down.

“Call me if you see him.”

You made a mock salute at him.

“Ma,am, please sit down for me.” The medic approaching you said.

As the medic started to clean up your wounds, he was largely silent until he got to your neck.

“What the…”

You gave him a warning look to not continue.

The medic looked away and finished patching you up. Once everyone was done, you followed them to the door to see Dt. Stroud standing in the doorway and shut it in his face.

“I need whiskey.” You sighed heavily.

After pouring yourself a glass, you leaned against your door and slid down it to the floor. You were so lost in thought you jumped when you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, sweetie?”

“Now’s not a good time, Margaret.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. She’s just worried about you. You know how she is. She won’t take no for an answer.” The voice of her husband, Herbert came through the door.

You chuckled softly at that. She was a feisty 85 year old woman. Pushing yourself up, you opened the door to see Margaret and Herbert quietly fussing amongst themselves. When she turned to you, she started to tear up.

“Oh my goodness, look at you! All banged up!”

“I’m okay, Margaret. Honest.”

“Dear, let’s leave her alone. She doesn’t need you fussing over her like an old Mother Goose.”

She got indignant then at Herbert’s words.

“Old?! I’ll have you know I could still kick your scrawny ass, mister.” She said, pointing a bony finger into his chest.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry,” you said through laughter. “You two are amazing and so sweet to check on me. I hope to find love like that someday. I’m fine. Really.”

You put on the brightest smile you could.

“You see? She said she’s fine.”

“Are you sure, dear?”

“Yes, Margaret.”

“I’m just down the hall if you need anything!” She called as Herbert started to pull her away.

You waved them off, then stopped to see Herbert staring at you with an expression you’d never seen before. His eyes went from your bandaged neck to your eyes.

“Perhaps you should talk to the building management about setting up rat traps. Poor Margaret nearly had a heart attack at all the commotion.”

You laughed nervously. “That makes two of us.”

His expression grew serious then. “I don’t think she could take it if something happened to you.”

You looked down at the floor thoughtfully.

“Goodnight, dear!” Margaret yelled as Herbert pushed her into their apartment.

Tapping the door frame a few times, you stepped into your apartment and shut the door.

Opting for the couch to process your thoughts, you eyed the newspaper with Michael’s hooded face blown up on the front page. The headline screamed, Dr. Michael Morbius wanted for questioning in the vampire murders

Could he really be responsible for all of those murderers? You didn’t want to believe it, but his behavior tonight had you seriously considering he might be.

Watching the ice in your whiskey glass start to melt and move around, you thought back to when you’d first met Michael.

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Hi, hello! I’ve only seen Dune adaptations and now planning to get into books and I find your write-ups so fascinating and informative💞 Anyway, could you talk a little about your thoughts on lady Jessica portrayal in 2021 movies? What exactly is the span of her abilities in the books? Is she an empath (she felt Paul’s pain and Leto dying)? Why couldn’t she show any emotion and tried to spell it away? Thanks in advance

I've seen some people complain that Lady Jessica wasn't doing enough but honestly in my experience reading the book, for the most part Jessica's whole thing for all the parts of the book that the movie covered, is fairly on-point. Like in the book there's this whole subplot where Leto intercepts this fake note from the Harkonnens meant to implicate Jessica but he loves her SOOOO much and trusts her 500% so he's like, "Okay, I can't say I know the note is fake now, I gotta use it as evidence, and I can also use this note to lure the Harkonnens into a trap," but he doesn't let Thufir, Gurney, and Duncan in on this, and they're all like, "Oh that fucking Witch! We're caught up in some traitorous Bene Gesserit shenanigans and we don't like that!!" and there's a whole scene where a drunken Duncan Idaho cusses her out and she's like "Oh my god, Duncan go to bed I can't deal with this right now." And she also uses the Voice on Thufir making him more suspicious of her, so... yes, kind of messy subplot that like... kind of gets bypassed in the movie because like, everything kind of goes out the window once Yueh deactivates the palace defenses.

I mean it's important later because Gurney's supposed to be suspicious of Jessica later in the book but mostly for this part of the book, Jessica's focus is on Paul and Jessica's kind of coming to grips with, "Ruh roh, now that we are on Dune and all the locals are shouting 'Mahdi! Mahdi!' I'm realizing I may have prematurely brought a space messiah into the world who will consume the universe with holy fire." And she's pregnant! She's got a lot on her plate! I personally thought the Thopter scene was great, and I loved the way the movie used Voice.

I feel like... the term "empath" kind of makes her Bene Gesserit training sound more 'magical' than it actually is. Like, yes, the Bene Gesserit are, in terms of fiction, a major inspiration for the Jedi, but they aren't necessarily fueled by space magic so much as selective breeding, insane training, and a shit-ton of drugs. I mean yes, their abilities are far beyond what normal humans can do, but also keep in mind that the first book of Dune is taking place in the year 10191 and we regularly make jokes on here about Mountain Dew Baja Blast being capable of killing a medieval serf--that was 800 years ago, this is 8 thousand years in the future. So think of like... human abilities being far beyond what we can imagine them today because they've been cultivated and refined over thousands of years--this is like, an arms race of developing human abilities because we got rid of all the damn computers in the Butlerian Jihad.

In that scene where Jessica's reciting the Litany Against Fear while Paul is undergoing the Gom Jabbar, I wouldn't say she's feeling Paul's pain so much as she knows literally exactly what he's going through because she went through it herself--and Bene Gesserit possess like... some crazy perfect memory abilities so that memory is very visceral to her. And as for the death of the Duke... I don't think it's about 'feeling' it so much as knowing the Harknonnens, knowing their own situation. As far as 'not showing emotion' goes, I honestly thought Rebecca Ferguson kind of hit it out of the park because the Bene Gesserit place a huge emphasis on full-body control-- and also Frank Herbert, as I have said multiple times before, is a fucking weirdo--so there is like, this intense value on stoicism, on being able to control one's reaction to a situation. Sure, she could scream and weep and rail while Paul was going through the Gom Jabbar, but what would that accomplish? At best, nothing, at worst, Paul might hear her, get distracted, pull his hand from the box and die.

And there wasn't really time to mourn the Duke either because she and Paul are on a planet that very much wants to kill them. Like, even in the little moment in the stilltent, they can't mourn the Duke because Paul's been exposed to more Spice Melange and is now having a prophetic-vision-induced breakdown over his 'TERRIBLE PURPOSE.' So like... so much is out of their control at that point, and for a Bene Gesserit, what little control you have in that situation, is controlling your own reaction. I mean... shell-shock is also a reaction, too. I thought Ferguson really pulled off that silent, stoic, distant-yet-brimming-with-emotions feel to Jessica excellently. Like, both that focus and that weariness.

But Jessica will get to do a lot more in Part 2, because in the book, that's when she trains the Fremen in the Weirding Way, becomes a Reverend Mother, and a major advisor to Paul, and they gotta track down Gurney. So that's gonna be fun!

#Dune #Jessica Atreides

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Here's a quick drawing... and perhaps something akin to a drabble...

It's awkward, kind of. Dan - coming at the wrong time, seeing the wrong thing-

It's too quick to react to, Herbert thinks in admonishion.

Dan knocking and immediately going to open the door - as if that's enough of a warning. As if that's enough time for Herbert to hide what he's doing.

"Herbert, I wanted to ask you about-" Dan's voice cuts off in the middle of the question as he looks and sees.

There's a second of awful pause there. A hesitancy so thick one can feel it rub against their skin as they move.

"What is that?" Dan asks, eyeing the vial and the disinfectant wipes and the individual-packed syringe next to Herbert's hip on the bed. He's more confused than anything, and Herbert - well, Herbert feels defensive in all the worst ways.

He hates to be outed like this. But he might as well say it. (Dan would have realized sooner or later, anyways.)

"Testosterone," Herbert answers, tone clipped, almost provocative. He sits up straighter, eyes blazing, challenging Dan to try and pull something from behind the lenses of his glasses.

This will either go down smooth or messy. Herbert's ready for either, coiled to jump up like a tensed muscle.

He feels under-dressed - severely so in just an undershirt and briefs - all while Dan stands, comfy sweater and long pants. Proper and perfect, if not for his expression.

Dan's mouth drops open soundlessly - his gaze flits to the rectangular scar on Herbert's forearm and a light bulb goes off in his head, points connecting to make the bigger picture.

"Oh," Dan says dumbly.

"Yes," Herbert confirms, sure that Dan's come to the right conclusion. He's rather smart, after all, even if he has certain airhead tendencies.

There's a flush spreading over Dan's cheeks now, embarrassment and shyness all at once. His hands come up, fiddling. "Do you- ah- do you want some help with that?"

Herbert's brow furrows as his lip curls back meanly, "What?" it comes out a bit more biting than he was going for.

But no one can blame him for his nerves, given the situation.

Dan moves forward, his countenance shaky, "Help- with the shot," he says. He drops to his knees in front of Herbert, and the scientist almost draws back at such a display. Almost.

"I'm good at intramuscular shots," Dan says like an explanation, nervous and obviously trying to pretend he isn't, "Done hundreds of them and never had a haematom or abscess develop afterwards."

"Dan," Herbert starts, ready to ask the man to leave- But he stops. This is too much at once. He's finding it hard to judge Dan's reaction beyomd his words.

"I'm more than capable of doing this myself," Herbert ends up saying snidely, finding the sharp words more comfortable than anything else he could've said, "I've been doing it for years by myself."

Dan's expression falls, suddenly hesitant where before he'd been open and mirthful. "Sorry, I- it's just-" he pauses, takes a deep breath.

"Meg is- too- you know. I know it's- it's a lot to tell someone else. Sorry I rushed in. I wasn't thinking, and I've forgotten what I even wanted to ask..."

It takes Herbert a long moment to grasp the meaning of Dan's first-half-of-statement, but when he does... there's a certain amount of apprehension. But mostly - a calm that washes over him.

Dan is safe. Herbert feels something guarded deflate within himself with an audible exhale.

Which means...

"Okay," Herbert says, quiet. Still cautious, but a different kind of it.

Dan's brow furrows, "okay?"

Herbert nods, left hand briefly white-knuckling the sheets- "You can do the shot."

Herbert closes his eyes afyer saying this, too afraid of what he might see if he looked.

He's counting down the seconds until he changes his mind. Dan has exactly half a minute to act. After that - Herbert will usher him out, regardless of what he might say or think.

"Oh shit-" Dan curses softly. Herbert hears him fumble with the objects on the bed. "I mean, yeah. Okay."

Twenty-five second left. He hears the rip of the package of the desinfectant wipe, followed by the cool sensation of Dan rubbing the injection site down in preparation - his movement a gentle outwards swirl over the anterolateral surface of Herbert's thigh.

Herbert breathes, feeling something thick in his throat.

Already he thinks - he shouldn't have given Dan permission. This is too intimate, too real. He feels like Dan has too much power over him right now.

(on the other hand... it is quite nice, being seen and not looked down on.)

A pause, the exposition time for the ethanol passing. Herbert recognizes the soft rubbery sound of the needle breaching the vial's seal.

He takes a shaky breath. Dan's hand is splayed out over his thigh, holding the skin taut gently. His hand is warm but clammy. He's nervous too, just like Herbert.

(That's comforting)

The second of waiting - Dan emptying the chamber of air so that only the praeparat remains.

The actual injection is all but painless. Daniel certainly has a deft hand at this. Herbert can hardly feel it as he plunges the syringe.

"There," Dan says, and Herbert opens his eyes to see him holding a wad of sterile cotton against the injection site firmly, the other hand holding the syringe aloft and away from either of their bodies safely.

Dan's eyes are shining, kind, as he looks up at Herbert from his kneeling position.

It makes Herbert a little nauseous. He reaches for the band-aid, and Dan obediently moves his hand so that Herbert can apply it.

"Thanks," he says gruffly, a weird heat in his cheeks.

"You're welcome," Daniel responds, his smile a bit mysterious. "If you ever need - just ask, and I'll help."

Herbert's smile is tense and uncomfortable. He needs more time to regroup. He needs to stomach this. "I'll remember that, Daniel."

He wonders how he feels about that sounding like a promise. He hates that his thigh tingles where Dan touched him for the rest of the day.

It's a long day.

[The end.]

I think... there is something very intimate in an injection outside of a fully medical setting, especially if the two know each other.

Dan might've jumped the gun by being his eager-to-help self, and West jumped right with him...

#reanimator #the reanimator #herbert west #daniel cain #needles #art stuff

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babbling-idiot · 3 years

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Herbert West x reader

Requested: “Do you write Angst? Not like self harm or suicide angst though. Because if you do, I have a request;

So Herbert West x a platonic roommate reader (Dan can be there too, if you don't mind) and the reader has an s/o that for whatever reason dies and Herbert reanimates them and obviously it goes wrong and the reader has to kill their once beloved, and rightfully freaks out afterwards (whether that be a mental breakdown or yelling at their roomate/s)

Now, I had another idea similar to this where it's all practically the same except the reader's s/o was abusive and the reader gets a little carried away "taking them out" and that's what freaks them out?

Thanks even if you don't do it, I hope nothing in this makes you uncomfortable, thank you 💚🖤” -By Anon

Warning: Angst, Mentions of abuse, Descriptions of murdering someone

(Hello! So sorry for the long wait, I hope you likes this and enjoy!)

*****

The day had been going smoothly. You woke up easily. Looking at your phone before heading to the bathroom to start your morning routine. Luckily there were no messages. Thankfully, your partner hadn't texted you. As of lately they had been very, off. You had been with them for a bout a year now and after many attempts to keep it a secret, they found out about you living with two other people. Ever since then they had acted strange. Always texting to see what you were doing more than once a day. And sadly also being very rude. You didn't want to say abuse but what they had said to you throughout the relationship had been very much that. Especially when they had the balls to put there hands on you. Which was one of the things you didn't want to tell the boys about. Especially when they would come over to the house. At first it was harmless. They'd come in, see they guys and then you would both leave, end of story. But then it started getting to the point that every time they saw the guys they'd get angry. Command that you both leave right then. Now it wasn't that you didn't want to go. But Dan, bless his heart had always asked where you'd be. For safety reasons. Which was so thoughtful of him. Because in his eyes he saw you as his sibling. And the protective brother in him, came out around you. Now as for Herbert, he was the same way. Except he didn't like your partner in any kind of way. He thought they were a complete waste of time and were not good enough for you in anyway. He had a silent hatred for this person and every time they were rushing you, raising there voice at you and even when they would get close, the protective and slightly murderous part of him came out.

But as of this morning, there were no text. Now this would have been completely fine but something about no texts seemed odd. But not really paying attention you did your routine. You walked downstairs after and ate breakfast with Dan then headed out the door to your classes. Throughout your whole day you felt this sinking feeling in your gut. You felt as though something was terribly wrong and that something was up. It was around eleven in the afternoon when you got home and when you were walking up the steps to the front door. You found what looked like drag marks. Now with how long you had been living with the boys, you had grown to make out things. Like what drag marks look like. So, when you saw them trailing into your home, panic filled you. The first thing that came to mind was Herbert and how he has yet another dead body and is about to reanimate them. So, with speed in your step you made your way into the house. Locking the door behind you, you sat all your things on the coffee table and made your way to the basement door. When you got close you could the sound of two people, and the sound of another making some very nasty, guttural sounds. Like I said before living so long with them you made out the noise to be one of his reanimated corpses. It frightened you to hell and back and when you got the courage to go down those stairs you came face to face with a problem. Not only was there a very angry corpse, but that corpse was someone very familiar. At first you thought it was just your mind playing a cruel joke on you, but when they turned around and the prominent gash on there head and all the black goo pooling at there feet. You knew they were gone. You didn't know what to do, but when they lunged at you, hands gripping your shoulders, you felt as if you were in another heated argument with them. You pushed them off and they stumbled giving you enough time to grab the nearest weapon. You held it in hand, not wanting to hit them with it but a part of you knew it wasn't them anymore. They lunged yet again, this time you side stepped them and was able wack them over the head when you got a clear view of the back of there head. The first hit sounded like hitting a hollow object, and oddly it was satisfying to hear. When they turned you didn't give them enough time to do much until you hit them again. This time, you heard an even more satisfying "Crack" and the gash opened wider and was starting to run up into there hairline. It was after the second hit that you kept hitting them.

Herbert and Dan knew that your anger would take ahold of you, but with how much anger you were expressing on the reanimated corpse of your previous lover, they both were weary of getting too close. Out of there own safety as to not get hit as well. But Dan saw you tiring out and leapt in when he could. He wrapped his arms around your arms. Slowly pulling you away from the body as Herbert grabbed the bat from you. While Dan was helping you sit down Herbert was putting a cover on the body. Dan squatted down in front of you and tried to talk to you. You had tears brimming under your eyes and it was then that you fully realized what you had done. You broke down and Dan wrapped his arms around you again. This time comforting you best that he could. He explained to you that your now dead lover was in a fatal car accident and they brought their body into the hospital. The doctors tried to resuscitate them, but their heart beat never came back and Herbert saw an opportunity for parts. Bringing them here was a mistake, Herbert admitted to you when Dan mentioned bringing the body here. Herbert even apologized for putting you in this position.

It wasn't long after the incident that the police came to your door step and gave you the bad news. You had reacted as if you heard it for the first time. You cried yet again. Dan and Herbert were there for you. When the cop left, both Dan and Herbert apologized again. Feeling absolutely horrible for doing this to you. But you told them that it was ok, that hopefully you could forget that this day ever happened. But for now and a little into the future you would have to live with this. Live with the fact that you killed your lover. So, until then you would have to look at your hands, and remember the image of that object in your hand. And the satisfying sound of the "Crack" against there skull.

*****

(Hello again, So I hope you enjoyed this and if you did any kind of feedback would be highly appreciated. I hope you have an amazing day/night and stay safe out there in the world!)

#herbert west x reader #herbert west headcanon #herbert west imagines #herbert west #Reanimator #jeffery combs

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viastro · 4 years

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when you love someone | joshua hong

ミ★ synopsis: at the age of eighteen, the name of your soulmate appears on your wrist. good thing you and joshua have the same birthday, right?

ミ★ genre: soulmate!au, best friends!au, fluff, angst, humor

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 3,979

ミ★ pairings: joshua x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi ! this one took me a couple days to complete as i had a bit of a harder time writing it for some reason ?? i haven’t written a oneshot for joshua yet even though i currently have an ongoing series for him, so i thought that it was about time. that being said, i hope you guys enjoy it!

“Are you ready?” Joshua asks as you stare hardly at the countdown displayed on his laptop. It’s one more minute until you guys officially turn 18. Yes, you and Joshua have the same birthday. It’s literally the main reason you both first started talking when you were younger. Your guys’ first conversation went a little like this:

“Hi! I’m Joshua.”

“Hello, I’m yn.”

“We have the same birthday, I think that means we should be best friends.”

“Does it?”

And that’s the gist of the story of how you and Joshua became best friends at the tender age of ten. You both were inseparable afterwards, always saying you’re each other’s birthday twin and how it was practically fate that you two met. However, fate always works in mysterious ways.

“What if my soulmate’s name is ugly? Like, I’d have that on my wrist for the rest of my life.” You worry, a frown etching itself on your face the more you think about it.

“There’s no ugly name yn-”

“Herbert.”

“... okay. You got me there. It’ll be fine though! Don’t stress out about it.” Joshua says in an attempt to calm you down but you nervously bite your lip as you see that there’s only thirty seconds left. Joshua rests both hands on your shoulders, making you turn back to look at him. His face is rid of any nervousness, instead there’s a reassuring smile.

“It’ll be okay, I’m here.” You let out a shaky breath, finally feeling a smile come out.

“There it is, your smile.” He mutters, letting go of your shoulders so that you both can turn your heads and stare back at the countdown. Your eyes widen once you realize there’s only six seconds left.

five...

four...

You rub your wrist, feeling more nervous as the seconds go by.

three...

Joshua turns to glance at you, noticing your thumb rubbing small circles where your soulmate’s name will be.

two...

one.

You and Joshua both glance down at your wrists once the small burning sensation starts, and your eyes immediately widen at the name that appears. You pull your scrunchie out of your hair, covering the name on your wrist. You turn to Joshua to see him also covering his soulmate’s name.

“Who’d you get?” Joshua asks quietly, and you turn your head to glance at him. The purple of his lights reflect against his skin, making him look more ethereal than he should.

“You.” You breathe and his eyes widen before shortly going back to normal. “Wait, are you serious?”

You stare at him for a moment, before letting out a laugh and slapping his shoulder. You shake your head, and he lets out a small chuckle afterwards.

“I’m kidding! You should’ve seen the look on your face.” You giggle and he rolls his eyes, reaching out and nudging you with his hand. He stares at you, before shaking his head and looking back down at his wrist.

“What about you?” You ask and Joshua shrugs, leaning back onto his bed frame. He looks up at the ceiling, trying to mentally send the universe a message.

“Just some random girl’s name.” He answers softly, and you nod your head slowly. You both sit there quietly for a moment, soaking in the fact that you guys just discovered the names of your soulmates. Joshua breaks the silence first by patting the space beside him. You grin, before scooting over so that you’re next to him. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, feeling him rest his head on top of yours after a second.

“Is your soulmate someone you know?” You ask again and Joshua chuckles.

“You’re so curious for someone who won’t tell me who their soulmate is.” You scoff, lifting your head from his shoulder to squint at him. He smiles at the expression on your face, raising his hand to squish your cheek. You stick your tongue out at him, slapping his hand away and he laughs.

“Happy birthday, yn.” Joshua says, patting your head. You smile, closing your eyes as he begins to run his fingers through your hair.

“Happy birthday, Joshua.”

“A little bit more to the left.” You move the decoration according to his order, and Joshua claps his hands.

“That’s the spot, you can put the pin now.” You shove the pin into the decoration, securing it’s spot on the wall. You step off the stool and follow Joshua into the kitchen.

You and Joshua are preparing the decorations in your house for your guys’ birthday party in an hour. Your mom is upstairs cleaning the bathroom while your dad went out to go and get last minute party favors. It’s truly quite erratic in your household right now considering the fact that also Joshua fell from the stool so now you’ve been the one putting up the decorations.

“Can you try one of the cupcakes and tell me if it’s good?” You ask as you tend to the rice. Joshua picks one up and takes a bite. You hear him let out a sound of approval and you turn your head to see him about to snatch another one.

“Hey! No! Those are for the guys, you have to wait.”

“But it’s my birthday.”

“It’s my birthday too.”

“... and?”

“And... whatever bitch! Wait until later!” You shove Joshua out of the kitchen and he lets out a little cackle as you move the cupcakes to a place where he can’t get them. He sits down at the kitchen island and watches you wash the rice before placing it into the rice cooker.

“Will you ever tell me who your soulmate is?” You freeze for a moment, before carefully turning on the rice cooker. You turn to Joshua to see him watching you with a serious expression on his face. You laugh for a second before responding with a straight face, “Never.”

“Never ever?!”

“Never ever.” You tell him and he’s about to protest even more when your doorbell rings.

“It’s probably one of the guys, can you go get-”

“FBI OPEN UP!”

“Jeonghan your voice is too fucking soft for this! You should’ve let Wonwoo do it!”

“Well what the fuck is this oppression.”

“OPPRESSION??!!”

You and Joshua give each other a look after hearing the guys argue behind your front door, and you both giggle. You shoo him towards the door and he gives you a smile, “Don’t think I forgot about the soulmate thing! We’ll talk about it later.”

You roll your eyes at him and he smiles wider, turning around and heading over to let in the first guests. You turn back towards the stove, a tired sigh escaping you. Glancing down at your hand, you slowly lift up the thick bracelet you put around the name on your wrist, seeing the letters reflect in the light as if it’s mocking you.

two months later…

“I can’t believe you’ve done this!” You recite the famous vine as Soonyoung picks up the food he spilled from your lunchbag when he decided to scare you as you were grabbing your food. He rolls his eyes, hitting your ankle and you let out a small, “ouch.”

“I’ll buy you some food after school okay? Anything you want. I’ll even get you boba!” You smile once he hands you back your now empty lunchbag.

“Can you buy me something too?” Wonwoo jokingly asks, to which Soonyoung shoves him as a response. You chuckle as the two begin to argue, looking around to catch the reactions of your fellow classmates.

Your eyes land on Joshua talking to a girl you haven’t seen before, and you take note of the happy expression on his face as he looks down at her. You feel your heart twinge, choosing to look down at the floor. Joshua looks up and sees you waiting by the doors as Wonwoo and Soonyoung fight. He takes notice of you rubbing the area on your wrist where your soulmate’s name should be, and he turns to Soojin to bid her goodbye.

“I’ll see you after school!” Joshua tells Soojin and she nods her head, a small blush on her cheeks as she watches him walk off.

“I’m here to save you from third-wheeling.” Joshua announces as he walks up beside you, causing you to practically jump, having not expected him. He lets out a chuckle as soon as you curse under your breath, “Were you really that surprised?”

“Yeah?! Jesus fucking Christ you’re like a ninja or something.” You say, nudging him with your shoulder as he continues to laugh. He pats your head as an apology and you threaten to bite his hand.

“By the way! Soonyoung and I always third-wheel you two. Not the other way around, don’t get confused Josh.” Wonwoo states once him and Soonyoung finally notice that it’s not just you anymore. Your eyes widen at the words and Joshua lets out a chuckle, immediately shaking his head to try and argue that he’s absolutely incorrect.

“We’re right, you’re wrong, shut up.” Soonyoung says before Joshua can even open his mouth and you raise an eyebrow at him. You reach out to pinch Soonyoung’s arm, only for Wonwoo to interrupt and point out a girl that’s staring at you guys.

You turn around to see the girl Joshua was speaking to a few minutes ago staring at you guys, and she looks away with a furious blush blooming on her cheeks. She turns around and walks in the opposite direction once Joshua turns to glance as well.

“Someone has a crush on little Joshie here, ooOOOoo!” Soonyoung teases and Joshua laughs, slapping his hand away once he reaches out to squeeze his face.

“Let’s head to class-”

“What if it’s his soulmate?” Wonwoo jokes and you freeze, causing Soonyoung to glance at you. Joshua rubs the back of his neck, and you quickly look at his wrist to see the bracelet still covering the name.

“Wait, is she seriously your soulmate?” Wonwoo asks once he takes notice of how sheepish Joshua looks now. Your eyes widen at the prospect that Joshua may have found his soulmate, and Soonyoung raises a hand to his mouth in shock.

“She’s not my soulmate, you guys are overreacting.” Joshua responds, adjusting his backpack. He grasps your wrist softly, pulling you in the direction of the classroom before they can get another word in.

Wonwoo and Soonyoung share a knowing look before following you guys.

“C’mon yn! Let’s go get food.” You nod your head, getting up out of your chair to follow Soonyoung only to stop once you notice Joshua smiling down at his phone screen.

I wonder who he’s talking to, you think to yourself. He begins to type on his phone when you get the idea to invite him to eat with you and Soonyoung.

“Joshua, do you wanna come get food with us? There’s gonna be boba too!” Joshua immediately turns off his phone and pockets it.

“I won’t be paying for you though. I’m only paying for yn cause I spilled her lunch today.”

“It’s okay guys, I’m meeting with someone later anyways.” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he stares back at you. He breaks the eye contact once he notices someone at the door, and you turn to follow his gaze.

“Hi Soojin, I was just about to head to your classroom.” Joshua greets cheerfully, putting on his backpack and heading over to the girl. She smiles happily at him, opening her mouth to tell him that they’re on the same wavelength.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Joshua says, waving bye at you and Soonyoung as they head out the door. You give him a tight-lipped smile, looking down at the floor once they’re out of sight. Soonyoung looks at you, noticing you rubbing the bracelet that covers the name.

“It’s him isn’t it?” You glance at Soonyoung, curious as to what he means.

“What do you mean?”

“Joshua’s your soulmate, isn’t he?” You squint at him, looking back down at the floor as you let go of your wrist. You shake your head no, bending down and grabbing your backpack silently.

“Let’s go.” You mutter, walking out of the classroom without so much as a glance back at Soonyoung to see if he’s following you.

“Mom, I’m home!” You announce as you enter the house, slipping off your shoes and leaving them by the door. Taking one last sip of the milk tea Soonyoung bought, you walk into the kitchen, expecting to see your mom preparing dinner… only to find Joshua raiding your pantry.

He’s humming under his breath as he checks out the newly opened box of chocolate chip granola bars you bought the other day. He frowns at it, placing the box back onto the shelf in order to grab your bag of small ube cakes.

“You know, if you finish all my ube snacks… I will choke you.” Joshua lets out a small chuckle, turning around to stick his tongue out at you, “Kinky. Will you tie me up too?”

You scoff, motioning that you’re about to throw up at the idea and he laughs at you. He tosses you an ube cake and you swiftly catch it, immediately opening up the package and taking a bite.

“You’re still hungry? Even after you ate with Soonie?” Joshua asks and you shrug.

“Bold of you to say that when you’re the one who broke into my house to steal food from my pantry.”

“Okay first of all,” Joshua begins, turning around to face you with a finger up in the air. You look at him with an amused expression on your face, “it’s not breaking and entering if I didn’t break anything.”

“That’s not how it works at all-”

“SECOND OF ALL! I am not stealing. Auntie told me I can eat whatever I want when I come over.” Joshua finishes and you roll your eyes. He chuckles, turning back towards the pantry to grab a packet of ramen to make.

“Who was that girl you were with? Sofa? Soju?” You ask after a moment of silence. Joshua tenses up, before relaxing his posture. He turns around and rolls his eyes at you, but you notice the stiffness in his features.

“Soojin, and she’s new in my class. We got paired up for a project so I invited her to a cafe so we can discuss who will do what. She’s really sweet, I think you and her would get along well.” He explains, sitting down on the counter as you take out your laptop from your backpack. You don’t respond right away, suddenly being reminded of the way Joshua reacted when Soonyoung joked about Soojin being his soulmate.

His eyes were literally SPARKLING when they talked. Do his eyes sparkle like that when he talks to me? Or with anyone else? Do his eyes just sparkle normally??

You turn and look at him, trying to see whether his eyes sparkle as he looks down at you. Instead, you find a fond expression on his face, a small smile as he stares at you. Your eyes widen once the feeling of warmth inches up your neck, instead choosing to look back down at your laptop.

“Is she your soulmate?” You ask quietly, and Joshua bites the inside of his cheek, smile disappearing immediately. He looks away from you and out your kitchen window, a frown now taking over his features.

“Why should I answer that when you won’t even tell me who your soulmate is?” Joshua responds in an aggravated tone, and you pause, having not been the one with his anger directed towards you before. You let out a sigh, picking up your laptop and your backpack.

“I’m going up to my room. You can stay for dinner if you want, my mom should be home soon.” You say tiredly, heading up to your room and away from Joshua. He watches as you go, still feeling annoyed at the question. He slams his fist down on the counter, clenching his jaw as he hears you shut your door. Joshua lets out a sigh, knowing that he got aggravated at you for no reason. He hops off the counter, walking over to the sink to wash the glass before he goes to your room to apologize.

I’ll apologize and then make us ramen to make up for it, Joshua thinks to himself as he sets the newly washed glass on the dishrack.

You set your backpack down by your desk, letting out a frustrated sigh as you open up your laptop again. Closing your blinds, you take off your jeans to put on a pair of sweats. You take off your bracelet, moving to reach into your other drawer to grab a wristband when your bedroom door opens.

“What did I tell you about knocking-” You look up to see Joshua opening his mouth to speak, only to stop and stare right at your wrist. Your eyes widen, slowly turning your head to see your soulmate’s name reflecting directly back at him. You immediately move your arm behind your back, now hiding it from his view.

“You should’ve knocked.” You mutter quietly in an attempt to change the subject, beginning to hear your rapid heartbeat in your ears as his gaze slowly lifts up into your eyes.

“Let me see your wrist.” Joshua says, and you shake your head no. You quickly open up your drawer and grab a wristband to cover it, only for him to stop you by grasping your arm softly.

“Please don’t.” You whisper, tears threatening to spill over. He doesn’t listen to your plea, continuing to slowly turn your wrist so that your soulmate’s name reflects back at the both of you.

Joshua

A shaky breath leaves his lips, and you shut your eyes tightly as the tears slip past and fall onto your carpeted floor. He slightly squeezes your wrist, glancing at you with his lips shut in a tight line. You open your eyes once you feel a tear drop fall onto his name, and you look up to see his shoulders slightly shaking.

“Is it me?” He asks quietly, and you stare back at him. His eyes that typically hold a sparkle to them are now glassy, more tears threatening to escape as he awaits your answer. You nod your head and he lets go of your wrist, running a hand through his hair.

“Why did you lie?” Joshua asks, looking at you with a hurt expression on his face. You wipe the tears away from your eyes once your vision gets blurry.

“Because I know I’m not yours, Joshua!”

“We’re best friends we don’t lie-”

“Bullshit! You hid your soulmate’s name from me too!”

“You hid yours! And now I’m finding out months later that I’m your fucking soulmate? Do you know how I feel?!”

“How you feel? I constantly feel like fucking shit knowing that I’m fated to you but you’re fated to somebody else! That you’re going to love somebody else that’s not me! I bet you already found your soulmate considering how you reacted to Soonyoung joking about Soojin being yours.” You yell, more tears falling past your eyes as you feel an indescribable pressure against your chest. You dig your nails into the palm of your hand as you both stare at each other in silence. Joshua finally lets out a tired sigh, ripping off the bracelet from his wrist and turning it towards you. Your eyes widen once you see that it’s blank, and you look back up at his face.

“Your-”

“My soulmate is dead, yn. Their name never showed up which means they’re already gone.” He says tiredly. He walks over and sits on your bed, resting his head into his hands. You stare at him, before slowly stepping over and sitting beside him. You both sit in silence, sorting out your thoughts based on the newfound information that spilled between you two.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper and Joshua peeks at you through his hands. He lifts up his head and turns to you, reaching out and intertwining his hand with yours.

“No, I’m sorry yn. I should’ve been more understanding.” You shake your head and he shakes his head at you as a response. You frown, shaking your head back and he shakes his head again. You let out a giggle, and he chuckles along with you.

“If we keep arguing about who’s supposed to apologize then we’ll never figure this out.” You tell him and he nods, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

You both sit there in silence once again, your heart going into a frenzy while Joshua’s begins to calm down. He looks at you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, immediately getting your attention based on the way you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Awe so cute, you’re biting the inside of your cheek! You always do that when you’re shy!” Joshua exclaims as he squeezes your cheek and you scoff, slapping his hand away and sticking your tongue out at him. You turn your head and notice the glassiness in his eyes begin to subside.

“What do we do now, Joshua?” You ask and he lets out a breath, straightening his posture as he thinks for a moment.

“I think we both still need some time to figure out things ourselves before we do anything.” Joshua answers honestly, and you nod your head, only for your eyes to widen once you comprehend what he just said.

“Wait, so you’re implying that something will happen between us in the future?”

“...yeah? What, did you think I was just going to live my life knowing that I’m the soulmate of the girl that’s quite possibly the best possible life partner?” You shake your head, a small smile threatening to appear on your face.

“I mean, kinda?” Joshua lets out a laugh, and you find yourself laughing along with him.

“You’re crazy to think that I wouldn’t take the first chance to be with you, yn. We just need some time to figure some things out since the whole soulmate thing is still so new to us.” Joshua explains and you nod, understanding where he’s coming from completely.

“I’ll keep hiding your name on my wrist when we’re at school and with the group.” You add and Joshua immediately shakes his head no, looking at you with a grin.

“Why don’t you want me to hide it?”

“I like seeing my name on your wrist, it makes me happy knowing that I’m at least someone’s soulmate.” He mutters quietly, letting go of your hand to brush his fingers against his name. You let out a small smile, reaching out and patting his head.

“I’ll cover it until we decide what to do with us, okay? For now I’ll cover it when we’re in public, you can see it when we’re hanging out.” You reassure him and he nods his head slightly, feeling the weight lifting off his shoulders.

“So… best friends for now?” You ask and Joshua chuckles at your outstretched hand, reaching out and grasping it softly.

“Best friends for now.” He answers with a smile, staring straight into your eyes. You look away as warmth begins to surface in your face again, standing up off your bed and announcing that you’re going downstairs to grab water. Joshua watches as you practically sprint out of the room, an amused expression on his face as he finds himself more endeared by everything you do.

While you fill up the glass of water, you can’t stop thinking of the sparkle in his eyes as he stared at you. Wondering how you didn’t notice that there’s always a sparkle in his gaze when he looks at you.

curious as to how you didn’t realize sooner that the love in his eyes was only meant for you.

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Could This Day Get Any Worse?

Hey everyone, guess who’s back from a hiatus! I hope y’all like this re/animat/or story!

Summary: Herbert was trying to make a new batch of reagent, But a mix up of ingredients makes him discover...something different

Warnings: this story contains soft, safe vore, shrinking, fearplay,Digestion mentions (doesn’t happen), cursing

Spoiler Warnings: this story contains spoilers for the movie re/ani/mator, so if you haven’t watched it, I’d recommend doing so!

“Just one more drop” Herbert West spoke to himself as he held a dropper full of neon Blue liquid in his hand. He squeezed the dropper as carefully as possible, releasing the liquid in a beaker full of Yellow serum. Herbert watched as the colour of the two liquids combined created his Reagent, Bright Neon green.

Though His excitement at seeing his reagent distracted him when he stood up, not realizing that as he put down the dropper, a few more drops of the Blue liquid dripped into the beaker. He swiftly turned and made his way out of his Lab-Basement, taking off his gloves and placing them on a shelf.

Dan Cain sat on his couch, his legs laying across in a relaxed way, he was reading a medical book, hoping that Dean Halsey would call any minute, saying he wasn’t a mindless zombie anymore and allowing him back in the school. It wasn’t fair that he was kicked out of the school because Herbert was crazy.

It seemed that even thinking about the mad scientist made him appear, as Herbert swung the door open, making Dan jump at the loud noise.

“I’ve finished the new batch” Herbert called, adjusting his glasses, without another word, he fled back into the basement, expecting Dan to follow. Dan just sighed, putting down his book and following the man down.

As he got to the bottom of the stairs, Herbert was transferring the Reagent into a syringe, placing it on the table and looking up at Dan, with that mad smile of his.

While the Reagents colour changed slightly, more blue than green, Herbert was too eager to notice.

“Get the handout of the Fridge” Herbert spoke, pointing to the mini fridge “I want to see what happens when we put the reagent into it”

“West, this isn’t going to work” Dan looked almost annoyed but complied with Herbert’s wishes. “A hand doesn’t have a heart, brain or anything but muscle, veins and bone”

Dan opened the fridge, his face paling a bit at the sight of the severed hand in a medical bag. He couldn’t believe he was actually caught up in this mess. He grabbed the hand, which was in a plastic medical bag, walking back to Herbert, placing it on the table.

“Yes it may not work, Dan,” Herbert picked the syringe back up, “But it doesn’t hurt to try, correct?” he flicked the syringe, letting a bit squirt out of the needle, testing to see if the syringe is working. Dan just sighed, letting the mad scientist do what he wants.

Without looking up at dan, Herbert brought the syringe closer to Dan, “Hold this, I need to get the bag op-”

“oW!”

Herbert turned to Dan, surprised at the sound. It turned out that Dan was not paying attention as well, getting his arm pricked with the syringe, some of the Reagent being injected into him.

Herbert’s eyes went wide, pulling the syringe out, throwing it on the table. He grabbed onto Dans arm.

“Shitshitshit!” Dan pulled his arm back “what the fuck is going to happen to me!”

“I’m afraid don’t know!” Herbert shook his head “I never put it in a living person.” his voice was defeated, almost horrified at his own actions.

Dan paled even more, anything could happen to him, he could spontaneously combust, melt, or just die! He panicked, freezing up. Herbert just stared at Dan, watching the man silently panic about his own demise.

Dans head began to spin, it started very slow, but began making him dizzier and dizzier as it got faster. His vision became very blurry, and his brain felt like it was about to explode, Dan held his head in pain, hoping that what he had was just a migraine, and not anything worse.

Herbert stared at Dan, who seemed to be getting ...Herbert shook his head, double taking. He's not really….

“Dan….” Herbert spoke, his voice cracking out of pure shock “are you getting...smaller?”

Dan opened his eyes, wanting to give Herbert an angry look, but noticed he wasn't looking down at Herbert anymore, but eye level with the man, he looked down at himself, he almost felt sick

“What...What’s happening to me?!”

Herbert just silently watched in disbelief as his friend shrunk down more and more, he yelled loudly, trying to get Herbert to do anything!

When Dan finally stopped shrinking, the pounding in his head stopped as well. His breath was heavy, he held himself, shaking slightly.

Herbert slowly crouched down to Dan, his eyes not leaving the tiny figure He was so… small! Herbert could hold him in his hand!

Dan Looked back up at Herbert, backing up slightly. Lucky him he was stuck with a Mad Scientist, who knows what Herbert wanted to do with him

But Herbert wasn’t thinking about that now, all he cared about was his friend, who he had shrunk. “Dan, Are you alright”

“Alright…” Dan repeated quietly, just loud enough for Herbert to hear, his blood began to boil at the question. “Alright?! You're asking me if I’m alright?!”

“Come on Dan-” Herbert tried calming the angry man down, but Dan didn’t stop.

“I’m three inches tall West! What do you think?!” Dan flinched back as Herbert held a hand up, trying to silence the man, but scaring him in the process.

“All I was asking was if you feel alright, I understand you’re not physically well.” Herbert put his hand down, shocked at the panicked look Dan was giving him “You know Dan, this was a complete accident, and I have no intention of hurting you.”

His voice remained very calm, like when Dan would calm down Megan, but on the inside, his mind was racing, he just discovered a shrinking agent, as well as a reagent, and he had no idea how he did it!

Dan huffed, calming slightly, not enough to calm completely though. “I feel...fine. I felt dizzy before hand, but now I feel like I felt before.”

Herbert smiled slightly, “good” he looked between the table and Dan, carefully placing his hand near Dan, palm up. “Do you mind?”

Dan backed up, seeing Herbert placing his hand down near him, staring at the Scientists palm. He looked back up at Herbert, who was just patiently waiting.

“What are you gonna do?” He didn’t mean to make it sound so hostile, but he was just so small, and anything at this point could hurt him.

“I’m just going to the table Dan, it’s not that big of a deal, I may be a Scientist, but I would never do anything to hurt my friend.”

Dan hesitated for a few moments longer, and Herbert allowed him to take all the time he needed. Finally, Dan made his way to Herbert’s hand, carefully climbing on top of it.

Herbert smiled, then stood up, using his other hand as a shield so Dan couldn’t possibly fall off. Dan held Herbert’s hand tightly, shivering at the air flying past him, he didn't dare look down, he didn’t want to be reminded that a two foot drop for him before is now a 20 foot drop.

When Herbert placed his hand on the table, Dan scrambled off of it, wanting to be more secure.

“The reagent must’ve been wrong, not the correct measurements of ingredients” as Herbert spoke, his eyes trailed over to the dropper he had left, noticing it was leaking the blue liquid. His eyes went wide. “I created a Shrinking agent.” he smiled slightly. “Dr. Gruber would be impressed, wouldn’t he?”

Dan just nodded, staring at the puddle as well. “You better know how to fix me” he laughed, clearly trying to hide the confusion and anxiety in his voice.

Herbert turned his head back to Dan “I’ll start an antidote as soon as possible Dan, you won’t stay like this forever”

Dan walked over to the Scientist “Y-You better, or I’ll…”

Herbert grinned, “you’ll what? Pull out an arm hair? Bite me? Sorry to tell you this Dan, but you’re a bit powerless right now.” his grin faded, seeing how Dan reacted.

Dan frowned, offended at the comment, he knew it was true, he was pretty helpless in this situation, but being painfully aware of it wasn’t helping his mental state.

“Don’t look like that” Herbert shook his head slightly “I’m sure there's things you can do. You can always test your strength.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” Dan asked, tilting his head, intrigued.

Herbert reached for a Pencil on the other side of the table, placing it in front of the shrunken man. Instinctively, Dan backed up.

“Pick it up.”

“Why.”

“You want to see how strong you are, correct?”

Dan sighed loudly, knowing that if he couldn’t pick it up, Herbert would laugh at him, but he didn’t want the Scientist to push him to do it more.

Without another word, Dan gripped the giant pencil, pulling it up. He struggled a bit as he did so but got it off the ground. Dan smiled at the success.

Herbert watched, joining Dan in smiling. He was proud of the young doctor.

Dan, about to gloat about how he wasn’t helpless, soon realized, he wasn’t holding the pencil at an equal length, and he was tipping over. Dan tried balancing the pencil out, but as he did so, he moved closer and closer to the ledge

Herbert only realized when it was too late, Dans foot slipping, the man crying out before letting go of the pencil and falling off the edge.

“Dan!” Herbert yelled, attempting to catch the freefalling man, only for him to slip through his fingers.

Dan yelled, terrified of the inevitable, when he hit the ground, he would splatter.

But the so called ‘inevitable’ never came.

Dan hit the ground hard, he layer frozen for a couple of seconds, enough for Herbert to freak out, yelling out angrily, that he allowed this to happen.

Dan opened his eyes, surprised he was still alive, he moved his fingers, and he still had feeling, he just couldn’t feel any pain. He was sure that he should be dead, but he clearly wasn’t

“My god…” Herbert whispered, seeing Dan still moving, his eyes were wide.

Dan sat up slowly, feeling the rest of his body, not a bruise forming, much less a broken bone anywhere.

“I’m… Fine.” Dan laughed, horrified and in shock. “I’m fine! Powerless my ass”

“Not a scratch…fascinating.” Herbert held his hand out to dan, who climbed on eagerly. Herbert stood up, placing dan back on the table. “Your body must be condensed enough that you can’t be hurt as easily as we do.”

Dan was about to ask more questions, but he was cut off by a pounding on the door, making the two men turn their heads.

“Mr. West.” the voice was none other than Dr. Hill, Herbert could tell from anywhere. There was more pounding on the door, Herbert was thankful it was closed.

“Shit…” Dan spoke “what do we do.”

“He won’t leave on his own, he’s too stubborn, or idiotic.” Herbert sighed “You need to hide...now.”

Dan felt his heart drop as Herbert spoke this, all the emotion he had was replaced with a serious, stern look. Herbert began grabbing all the Reagent, and the shrinking serum, putting it in a cabinet and locking it tight.

“If Hill finds you, who knows what he’d do.” Herbert spoke Dr. Hills name like it was poisonous to hear. He treated it like a slur, embarrassed he would even speak the plagiarists name.

“There's nowhere to hide West!” Dan refused to hide below the table, or in a cabinet, the basement was dingy and dirty, who knows what kind of rodents or bugs lived down here.

As Herbert thought, a lightbulb went off in his head. His eyes lit up at the thought. He could just… put Dan in his mouth, which also allowed him not to speak to Dr. Hill, so...win win?

Dan paused, seeing a familiar look in Herbert’s eye, he had a sinking feeling. “What?”

“Well if you’re willing to hear me out,” Herbert began, making Dan groan. He knew it was one of the Scientists schemes again, “If I put you in my mouth…”

Dan wasn’t prepared for those words; he knew he didn’t mishear him. “You… WHAT?!” Dan backed up instantaneously, he knew Herbert was wild, but this? Outright insane!

“Now hold on.” Herbert shushed the tiny, hearing the banging on the door became louder. “If you hide there, Hill won’t find you, I don't have to speak to him. We both get what we want”

“You could bite me in half!” Dan yelled, the thought of Herbert doing that was enough to make him sick

“Human teeth aren't razor sharp, Dan” Herbert spoke, almost pleading, “it would take force to Bifurcate your body, I wouldn’t ever do that.” Herbert held his hand out “We don’t have a lot of options, not to mention we don’t have a lot of time.”

Dan hesitated for a few moments, trying to think of a better option, but the calling from the top of the stairs and the banging was making him panic even more.

“You better be right, West” Dan moved to the hand, shaking profusely, he was about to be put in his friends’ mouth, and if he was found by Dr. Hill, could be taken away.

Herbert sighed in relief, glad that Dan came around to the idea, he lifted his hand, once again using his other hand as a shield. “Don’t move when inside, I don’t want to give this away.”

Dan just nodded, not saying a word, hoping this plan wasn’t going to go wrong.

Herbert brought Dan to his mouth, his breath blowing on the shrunken man, Dan was grateful it didn’t smell bad. Herbert carefully wrapped his index and thumb around Dan, lifting him up, still holding his other hand below the tiny man.

Dan watched Herbert like a deer in the headlights, only slightly reacting when the Man opened his mouth. Dan gripped the fingers holding him tightly, taking deep breaths. He cringed as Herbert placed him on his tongue. His clothes almost instantly soaked in saliva.

Herbert Closed his mouth, moving Dan carefully with his tongue, he felt the man move a bit, probably protesting, and he stifled a laugh. Herbert moved to a mirror, checking if he looked out of the ordinary. As he did this, the man noticed something strange…

Dan tasted pretty good, not how he expected at all, he had expected it to be weird, terrible even, but the man’s taste was almost enough to make him salivate.

No no no, don’t you dare Herbert West, you are not going to think about eating your only friend….

Dan lied on the wet tongue, trying to keep himself calm. He kept his head down, not wanting to look at the dark throat that was before him. But even if he wasn’t looking at it, his mind continued to wander.

I could fit down that, if Herbert isn’t careful I could….no no don’t think of that, it's not possible, it can’t be possible, he would choke before I could get in… don’t think about that...god don’t think about that!

The scientist smiled, it didn’t even look like he had anything in his mouth, much less a person! Herbert turned, walking up the stairs, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Its now or nothing. Herbert unlocked the door, swinging it open.

Dr. Hill stared at the shorter scientist, if looks could kill, Herbert would be dead where he stood. Herbert sent a glare back, turning away from the plagiarist, heading down the stairs.

Dr. Hill quickly composed himself, following Herbert down. “ Good Evening, Mr. West.” He hissed at the young scientist, “I would like to speak with you on an important matter.”

When Herbert didn't respond, Dr. Hill got more intense “I want to know about Dean Halsey, his heart rate is erratic, and his pulse is nowhere to be found.”

Herbert paused, his heartbeat quickening at the mention of Dean Halsey. He had hoped Dr. Hill would have mis-diagnosed him by now.

Dan tried to listen as best as he could, but it was hard over Herbert’s heartbeat and his breathing, not to mention the wet noises he made on the man's tongue, he let out a quiet groan, hoping the interaction would end as soon as possible.

Herbert gave Dr. Hill a look of confusion, but still refused to talk to the man. He would give anything to yell at the man to leave, that he knew nothing of what happened to Halsey and get Hill as far away from the house as possible.

“My question is.” Dr. Hill paused, his eye twitching at the utter disrespect. “How does he yell out in pain, when we both know, he’s very much dead”

Herbert’s Heart skipped a beat. No, no, no…. This can’t be happening…not now… not with dan here...

Dr. Hill laughed, seeing Herbert’s face turn from an annoyed to a scared expression. “Cat got your tongue Mr. West?” Dr. Hill came closer to Herbert, making the young scientist back down a bit. “Where is it, West?””

Herbert pinned Dan to the roof of his mouth, swallowing the excess saliva, not wanting to drown Dan. As much as he wanted to cuss the Plagiarist out, he knew he couldn't without outing Dans hiding spot.

“Where is the Reagent, Herbert.” Dr. Hill grabbed Herbert by his shirt, pulling him closer “I know you have it!”

Oh god Herbert get away from him. Dan thought, his heart almost pounding out of his chest. He felt Herbert tilt his head down, keeping his face away from Dr. Hill.

“Answer me, dammit” Hill shook Herbert back and forth, who just took it, not making a single noise.

I’m sorry Dan, Herbert thought to himself, knowing what he was going through must’ve been worse for his shrunken friend.

“Fine! Have it your way!” Dr. Hill, who finally gave up on Herbert, Pushed the man down to the floor. He turned back to the stairs “Don’t think this is the end of It West!”

Herbert’s head hit the concrete floor, making himself swallow instinctively, the pounding in his head from the impact made it so he couldn’t even notice he was swallowing his friend.

Dan felt the impact just as much as it was, he who was falling down, the impact making him slip back a bit, so it took him a moment to realize that Herbert had swallowed.

That was until he felt the throat muscles begin to massage him into it.

“West!” Dan Yelled, his body being pulled down into the hungry throat, legs first. “West! Please! Stop!” Dan clawed at the man's tongue, trying to hang on the best he could but, it proved to be too slippery to aid him in his escape.

He was on a one-way ticket down Herbert West's gullet.

As Herbert finally came to, he heard the front door slam, meaning Dr. Hill had left. It made him giggle, the thought of how angry Dr. Hill was because of him brought joy to the man. Without thinking, he swallowed again, feeling a strange lump in his throat.

Herbert let out a sigh of relief, he was worried for a minute that Dr. Hill would have found Dan in his mouth…

He finally realized his mouth was empty, and he was sure he kept it closed as he fell. The pieces began to click into place

Dan ... the strange lump… it was.

“Caine!” Herbert yelled, grabbing his throat, feeling the last of the man move down into his esophagus.

Dan heard Herbert’s call to him, and his heart rate speed up, more than before, he yelled back to Herbert, pleading for the man to get him out.

Herbert cringed at the feeling of Dan fighting and sliding down his esophagus, it didn’t hurt, but knowing it was happening made him hyperfocus on every single detail.

It felt even weirder when Dan landed in his stomach.

“West!” Dan yelled as he entered the scientist's stomach. No this can’t be happening, shit! Dan pushed on the stomach walls surrounding him, “West let me out!”

Herbert looked down at his stomach, horrified that he could actually SEE Dans movement. He put a hand to his head, what was he going to do?

“Caine stay calm!” Herbert spoke, even though he knew it was no use, the man wasn’t going to calm down “I can’t get you out if you’re squirming like that!” He placed his other hand on his stomach.

“calm ? you want me to be CALM?!’ Herbert winced, feeling Dan kick him, very hard. “How can you tell me to be calm?! You ATE me Herbert! I could be dead in minutes! Let! Me! Out” Dan pushed against the organ surrounding him.

Throughout all the man's yelling, a lightbulb went off in Herbert’s head. Dan should’ve started digesting by now, he was in there for a few minutes, something should have at least begun to tingle by now.

His mind went back to dan falling off the table, he survived that with no damage left behind. Could this be the same case? If the serum condensed his molecules like Herbert theorized, that would mean Dan was too dense to digest, which meant he wouldn’t be hurt!

“Dan” Herbert spoke, feeling quite awkward speaking out loud to his stomach, “I need you to answer something for me” he could feel the tiny man squirm in confusion “Do you feel any pain, or even anything wrong overall?!”

Dan was about to start yelling once again, Dan's life was in danger, and Herbert was playing games with him. But then, Herbert’s words registered in his mind. If anything felt wrong, I can list 200 things that feel wrong right now.

But the more he thought about it, he realized. He felt hot, wet and disgusted by all of this, but he didn’t feel any pain.

Dan looked down at the small pool of liquid that he was sitting in, he thought the reason he couldn’t feel anything was because of his clothes, but clearly that wasn’t the case. He pulled up his pant leg, expecting it to be bubbly and a bit digested.

There was nothing. His leg looked completely fine. He even stared at it for a few moments, waiting for it to start burning, but…

“Dan? Dan are you okay” Herbert’s heart skipped a beat, not getting any reply from his friend, “Dan?” Herbert pushed on his stomach, directly where Dan was. He felt the shrunken man squirm around, and it almost made Herbert laugh.

“Nothing” Dan called up, confusing Herbert “Oh my god I feel nothing!”

Herbert’s eyes widen, a smile forms on his lips.

“I was right!” he stood up, grabbing the pencil from before, “You’re not digesting! And you probably never will!” the man stood up.

Dan flinched and the sudden movement, the stomach sloshing him around with every step Herbert made “What?!”

“the serum made you indestructible! No matter how hard my body tries, it can’t digest you!”

He took the pencil, grabbed his notebook, and began writing his discovery down, laughing out of pure ecstasy.

“I don’t believe it...How is this even possible?!”

“Jesus Christ Dan, we bring people back from the dead and you don’t believe this?!” Herbert patted his stomach “this is fantastic! If Dr. Gruber could see us now…”

Dan let out a yelp at Herbert’s response, pushing back at his hand “don’t do that! Its already bad enough that I’m in here, you don’t need to patronize me!”

“Can’t you see Dan; this could change the world as we know it!” Herbert spoke, ignoring the tone in Dans voice. He ran to the cabinet, grabbing both of the bottles he had hid “these two serums throw out everything we know about the human body and what it's capable of!”

Herbert continued to write down his notes as he spoke, writing the formula for his new shrinking serum “ doctors wouldn't be able to make a mistake if the can see things regular sized people wouldn't, and we wouldn’t have to worry about overpopulation either!”

As he was blathering on, he felt a hard punch to his liver, knocking him down on the spot, he held his stomach, shocked that Dan would do such a thing.

Dan gasped as he too felt the impact of the fall, he had no idea that would be the reaction he had caused, but in some way, he believed Herbert did deserve it, after all, Herbert shrunk and ate him!

Now having Herbert’s full attention, Dan spoke loudly “Well that’s all fine and well but I think you’re missing one great detail… I’m still in here!”

Herbert rubbed his sore belly, “Right… Of course,” he felt a bit of guilt, he had almost forgotten that Dan was even in there… it became weirdly normal to him. “I got a bit ahead of myself”

“A bit?” Dan replied sarcastically.

Herbert stood up, still holding his stomach. The man sighed, how am I supposed to do this?! He thought to himself, throwing up might make him suffocate, I am not going to cut him out, definitely not.

Dan yelped as the stomach walls around him began to squish him, tightening so much that he could barely move. Out of instinct, Dan squirmed, kicked and began yelling “West?! West! What the hell is going on?!”

Herbert Winced at Dans movement, he was pushing with both hands on his stomach, trying to forcefully push Dan up into his esophagus, after a few moments, he gave up, letting go of his stomach, falling into a coughing fit.

“Herbert?!” Dan yelled once more; he had stopped flailing once the walls around him loosened.

Herbert finally caught his breath, “that didn’t work.” he could hear Dan laugh at him, of course it wouldn’t work. “Maybe if we try-”

Herbert’s thought was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, making the two men freeze in their places.

Not Again Herbert turned, grabbing the bottles of serum and hiding them in the cabinet once more, this time with his notebook. If that plagiarism is back, I am going to get rid of him… Dr. Gruber would like that.

Dan listened to Herbert’s heartbeat as it sped up. Yes, Herbert seemed like a confident man, but on the inside, he was nervous, the fact that it could not be Dr. Hill worried him even more, it could be the police, or just a random man who heard all the commotion.

“It would be a bad idea if you don’t answer, it would seem suspicious.” Dan spoke, leaning against the wall “I’ll stay quiet, go answer the door.”

Dan laughed, but he didn’t feel any joy. Why did people have to show up today?! Why couldn’t it be sometime else, when he wasn’t in this situation.

West nodded, fixing himself up as he climbed the stairs, he took a deep breath, patting his stomach one last time. Dan sighed, patting back, he knew Herbert was panicking, he could hear it all around him.

Herbert stopped in his tracks, he wasn’t prepared for that. It actually felt nice, as Herbert thought, he realized that when neither of them were freaking out, this actually felt quite pleasant.

Herbert heard the doorbell once more, bringing him out of his thoughts, he opened the door to the Living room, then marched to the front door, the basement door closing behind him.

Herbert grabbed the Knob, twisting it as he spoke “one ring is quite enough” as the door swung open, Herbert’s eyes widened.

Megan stood there, her eyes a bit puffy, her face red either from crying or from just plain anger, she gave Herbert one look, before pushing past him inside.

She looked around the living room “Where’s Dan” she spoke, her words filled with anger. “We need to talk right now”

Herbert sighed, “Miss Halsey I don’t have a clue where he would be.” he shut the door, crossing his arms. While he wasn’t a fan of Meg, he knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Dans heart stopped as he heard Megan's name, he gently pushed his head on the wall in an attempt to hear their conversation through the layers of muscle, fat tissue and skin. While it was still slightly muffled, he could hear exactly what they were saying.

Meg moved from room to room, looking for Dan, Herbert watched, stifling laughter as he knew her searching wouldn’t help. She looked back at the Scientist standing by the door, glaring at his face, he gave an amused expression, like he knew something she didn’t.

And he did know something that she didn’t.

Her eyes turned to the basement door, Herbert shook his head, quickly moving in front of it before she made it to the knob. “Miss Halsey he isn’t here.” Herbert spoke more sternly, but it didn’t phase her, she just put her hand up to silence him.

Her eyes were staring into him, that answer was not good enough for her. “Fine…” She said, quieter “Then what did you do to him.”

Herbert was taken aback for her words, “Excuse me?!”

“You did something to him, you killed him didn’t you?!” her voice cracked as if she was about to cry, she glared daggers into the man before her and tears threatened her eyes “Just like Rufus you did something to him!”

She tried pushing Herbert away from the door, but he didn’t move, he just kept staring, shocked at the accusations she was throwing out.

“Meg I’m okay…” Dan spoke, quiet enough that Herbert couldn’t even hear. His heart ached, her father was just reanimated into an insane creature, and now she thought he was gone too? He wanted to call out to her and promise her everything would be okay, but he knew things would get a whole lot worse if he exposed himself. Dan sighed, could this day get any worse?!

Herbert’s eyes narrowed, he glared right back at Meg, making her shrink back a bit. For all she knew, she was challenging a serial killer.

“Miss Halsey” She took a step back, and he took a step forward “if you are accusing me of doing anything to Dan, I assure you that--”

“Not Dan!” She yelled, her look changing to a confused expression, she couldn’t keep herself composed anymore “What did you do to my Father!”

Herbert blinked, surprised. “Is that it?”

“What did you do?!” She yelled even louder “he’s… he’s grey, constantly spitting up blood, he looks like a… Like a…” She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t want what she was thinking to be true.

“A corpse.” Herbert finished her sentence, as if he was reading her mind. All she did was stare back at him “We did all we could do for now. I can explain it all to you” Herbert turned, gesturing to the basement, then looked back at her “I can explain everything, Dean Halsey, the cat, Dan.”

Meg was almost like a statue, she didn’t know what to do, this could be a trap, she didn’t know what was in her, but she nodded, watching Herbert open the door quickly, motioning for her to follow.��

She just followed.

Herbert lead her to the basement, she cautiously followed behind him, her eyes frantically checking every which way to see if it was a bad idea, her gut was telling her to run, but she just needed to know what the hell was going on.

West felt a small kick from Dan, who was clearly unhappy with the current situation.

She’s not ready… she won’t be able to handle this. Dan thought as he pushed and pounded on the stomach walls in protest. Even though he was still unsure of all the crazy things Herbert would do, what the hell was the scientist thinking?

Herbert pulled out the stool, motioning to her to sit down. Meg hesitated at first, but sat down without another word.

Herbert put up his hand in a ‘one moment’ gesture, before turning around, and walking over to the other side of the room, unlocking the cabinet, grabbing his notebook, and the two bottles of serum.

As he did this, there was another kick, he groaned slightly, while they didn’t hurt, they were still annoying as hell.

“Herbert!?” the muffled sound of Dans voice called to him, luckily too muffled for Meg to hear, “What the hell are you doing, West?!”

Herbert responded, decided that it was a safe bet to speak, if he was quiet enough, “trust me, we couldn’t keep this from her much longer, she already knew about Dean Halsey, it was only a matter of time until she knew about everything.”

“You’re not gonna tell her I’m in here, you can’t” Dan looked around in the darkness, if she knew he was in here, that would send her over the deep end! Dan took a deep breath, attempting to speak in a calmer tone “Get me out of here first West. She’ll trust me more than you”

“I won’t tell her if it’s not necessary” Herbert scoffed at dans words “She’ll believe a two inch person? She’ll faint upon seeing you!” he hushed the tiny person in his stomach.

Meg just watched as Herbert had a single sided conversation with himself, her eyes were wide and her face was full of unease, did she really allow herself to walk into the layer of a crazy mad scientist? She just stayed silent and watched him, in fear of calling him out for his actions.

Herbert finally stood up with the book and bottles in his hands, ignoring the pushing and prodding from Dan, who had stopped speaking as soon as the mad got up. He walked to the table, placing the things down in front of her. He stood on the other side of the table, Meg just looked at the bottles...then back at him….then back at the bottles.

She finally noticed the bright glowing reagent, which she instantly recognized. “That's the stuff that was in the fridge when Rufus was--”

“Yes, Miss Halsey. It's also the thing that brought that beast of a cat back to life” he spoke, not even easing his way through the discovery. Meg just gave him a disbelieving look, like she was surprised that he was even trying to convince her. “Do you remember when you barged into the basement, Dan and I were there, and the cat was alive!”

Meg's heart dropped, she did remember that day, she remembered that Rufus was found in Herbert’s fridge, and how she came downstairs, and he was alive, mangled up, she couldn’t get the memory out of her head.

She didn’t like where this was going, this couldn’t be true, death couldn’t be defeated, he must have fooled her somehow “He… He couldn’t have been dead, we must’ve been wrong somehow”

Herbert scoffed, rolling his eyes “You and Dan sound like twins, both of you don’t want to believe what’s in front of your eyes!” he hit his fist on the table out of frustration, making meg and Dan jump “The cat was dead, so was the body in the morgue, but I brought them back!”

Dan turned to face the stomach wall “Herbert STOP!” he yelled as loud as he could. He immediately covered his mouth, he didn’t mean to do it, he lost control of himself. Herbert was being too forceful.

Meg, hearing the yell, shot up like a bullet. “What was that?!” she looked around the room, she was sure she heard Dans voice, but it was quiet and muffled, like he was hiding somewhere far away.

Herbert turned a bright red, his eyes basically bulging out of his head, he grabbed his stomach out of horror, he could feel Dan had gone still, very still. This was not good.

He moved his hand until he could feel Dans whole body, and he pushed in slightly, did the man pass out? Hopefully that's the worst that could happen. He ignored Meg for a moment, he tried to feel anything, a twitch, a slight hand movement….

Breathing…. He could feel Dan breathing, his chest going up and down rapidly, clearly the poor man was terrified of what he did.

It's okay Dan…. Herbert thought, It’s going to be okay…. I need to write this down.

He turned his attention back to Meg, who was still looking around, not paying attention to him at all “I… I didn’t hear anything” Herbert turned away, grabbing a pencil and his notebook, writing as quickly as possible. “You should sit back down.”

“What's going on?!” She yelled “I can’t do this anymore, West! What the hell is going on?! I heard something!” she put her hands on her head “You say you bring things back from the dead and you just expect me to believe this with no proof?! I’m no idiot, and you won’t fool me like one!”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t have a corpse to convince you, but it’s true.” Herbert sighed loudly, holding the bridge of his nose, “Dean Hasley was enough for Hill, but not enough for you” Herbert spoke softer, as if he was talking to himself instead of her.

When he looked back up at her, he saw those angry misty eyes once more, she was holding it back, but clearly that comment hit her pretty hard. She quickly wiped her eyes

“Can you fix him?” she didn’t ask, it was more of a plea, she just wanted her father back.

“That's what I’m trying to develop.”

She looked back at the table “Is that what this is?” she dropped her tone, trying to reason with the scientist, she pointed to the Shrinking serum, glowing softly.

Herbert shook his head “it's a shrinking agent, I made it this evening.” she cocked her head to the side, but before she could ask a question, Herbert continued, “it was an accident, its fascinating what I’ve found out about it in a few hours. While it shrinks people to only a few inches, it makes them virtually indestructible, here, ready my note-- Miss Halsey are you alright?” he paused, seeing her face.

She stared at Herbert with a disbelieving gaze, but her brain was putting the pieces together. “How do you know all of this…” her voice trailed off as she spoke “to know these things you would have to use that on someone.

Herbert shrugged, putting his hands up in a “you got me” motion “we’re asking where Dan was, weren’t you Miss Halsey.”

Dan panicked, he was shaking badly, anxiety flowing through his body like it was his own blood. He didn’t know what to do, should he call out to her, tell her he’s fine? But what would her reaction be… would she call the cops?

What would she tell the cops? Does this count as cannibalism? Attempted murder? Even though he wasn’t really happy about being inside of Herbert, at least he was completely safe, and the longer he was in here, the less afraid he was,

Meg didn’t speak for a few moments, then her eyes narrowed, her voice was low, but definitely not calm, “you must think I’m so stupid” she almost expected this trick from Herbert, but why would Dan do this to her? This wasn’t funny, this was downright cruel. “I’m not going to believe this stupid joke you two are playing.”

Herbert sighed, he had hoped he could get through to her, he shook his head “I assure you that I’m not joking, I promise you.” he tried talking her down, using a calmer voice.

“Oh yeah?” She nodded, crossing her arms “then where is he, where's my shrunken boyfriend Herbert?”

Herbert looked away, his face turning a bit red “I can’t tell you, you won’t believe me” he placed his hand back on his stomach, he could feel Dan shaking profusely, moving around.

Meg glared, moving to the table and grabbing the bottle, she couldn’t hold her anger back, she too was shaking, but not because she was afraid. “So this is supposed to shrink me, huh? You really are nuts goddamnit….nuts”

Herbert’s eyes widened as she picked it up “put that down!” he frantically spoke “ you have no idea how powerful that is, hell, even I don’t know everything about it!”

She let out an angry scoff, putting it down, “prove it, prove how powerful it is.” She turned around, holding both of her hands “You’re crazy, Herbert. I get why my father kicked you out of Miskatonic… and why Gruber didn’t want you around”

Herbert’s face turned red, “You want proof, I’ll give you proof” he was overwhelmed, he couldn't think about if it was a good idea or not, but he was going with it anyways.

Herbert grabbed a spare syringe, sticking it into the bottle, putting a tiny bit of the serum into it. He could feel push on his stomach, worried and confused. But as he heard what Herbert was saying, his stomach dropped. He knew what Herbert was thinking of doing.

“Herbert! Don't you dare do this!” his plea fell of deaf ears, so he resorted to kicking, calling out to Herbert.

Herbert moved over to Meg, carefully holding the needle. “Here's your proof.” he spoke matter of factly.

Meg turned around, ready to cuss Herbert out, but she was met with a needle gently being pushed into her arm, she yelled in shock, pushing the man away, but not quick enough, the serum going into her veins.

She backed up “What the hell is wrong….with...you?” she started to feel dizzier and dizzier with each word she spoke, her last one making her fall forward, Herbert catching her. He picked her body up, it shrinking in his hands, and he placed her onto the table carefully, letting the serum do what it did best.

“Dan, I’m sorry she didn’t want to listen to me. Maybe she’ll listen to you”

“Herbert don’t! If you even think about eating---”

“I don’t want to do this dan!” Herbert yelled, holding his stomach “She didn’t listen to me, if I had told her that I ate you, she would probably run, if she ended up believing me, she would tell as soon as possible, she trusts you more than me. If I can get through to her without swallowing her, then I won’t.”

“But Herbert don’t you--”

“I’ll try to explain, But if she doesn’t listen, she’ll have to talk with you, deal?” Herbert leaned his arms on the table, watching as she shrunk down to the same height as Dan, maybe even a bit shorter.

Dan wanted to retaliate, tell him that's not how it's going to happen, but he knew Herbert would not listen to him. “Deal. be careful with her, I love her”

Herbert rolled his eyes, “of course Dan.”

Meg covered her eyes, the lights above her burning them. Her head stopped spinning, and she felt overall okay, like nothing had happened. She slowly sat up, her eyes adjusting to the light around her.

She scanned her surroundings, she had no idea how she got there and where she was, everything looked the same, only much...much bigger.

“How’s this for proof, Miss Halsey”

His voice sent a shiver down her spine, it was so much louder than before, Herbert laughed softly at her reaction, it was like the air around her was vibrating. This felt like a dream to Meg, she slowly turned around to see Herbert, but she was met with a white collared shirt. Her head slowly turned upwards, finally meeting his eyes.

A giant….Herbert was giant…no… no she was tiny!

She wanted to scream, but it felt like all of her energy was taken away from her in that very moment, Herbert had a concerned, yet amused expression on his face.

“Megan” he finally spoke her name, which felt weird for him to be so informal “you’re alright, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Y-you…” She tried to speak, but the right words wouldn’t come to her, Herbert wasn’t lying like she had thought, which meant ....”Dan?” it didn’t sound like a question, but Herbert knew she was asking what happened to him.

“Everything I said was true, Dan being alright is no exception.” Herbert smiled ever so slightly, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

“Where is he?” she asked, looking around, but keeping Herbert in her peripheral. Herbert watched as she did this, trying to think of what to say.

“Well…” Herbert rubbed the back of his neck, he could feel Dan freeze up, he didn’t know what to say either. “I don’t know how to say this lightly, but he’s...in me”

Meg gave Herbert a confused look, like she wasn’t understanding what he was saying. Putting it lightly was not going to work.

Herbert placed a hand on his stomach, keeping eye contact with Meg. “I swallowed him”

That did the trick.

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke those words, she stood right up, backing up slowly “You… you WHAT?! “ She yelled, then covered her mouth in shock, this couldn’t be true, Herbert wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t do that.

“It was an accident, long story short I was trying to hide him from Dr. Hill, and he slipped into my throat.” he saw the sickly look on Meg's face and continued “He’s okay, I promise you this. There's not a scratch on him”

She didn’t want to believe it, but it made sense, she did her Dans voice, and it was muffled, like he was behind something. Her boyfriend was trying to warn her, trying to get her out of there. This was all a ploy to get her vulnerable like this, she must be next.

Before Herbert could speak another word, Meg turned around, running as fast as she could. She didn’t care if she ended up falling off the edge, there would be better than where she was now.

Herbert sighed, watching the woman run across the table, he reached over carefully, placing his hand in front of her, she ran right into the leathery surface.

Before she could move around his hands, Herbert scooped her up, using his other hand as a safety net below so she wouldn’t fall...even though it would be fine even if she did.

Megan moved around, trying to get out of his grip, but every time she was close to the edge, Herbert would just simply cup his hand even more so she wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Listen to me Miss Halsey” Herbert spoke “I know this is hard to believe, but you’re going to be okay, so is Dan. We’ll do everything we can to help your father”

His words were not registering in her head, she didn’t want to listen, her body wouldn’t allow her to. Her heart was pounding out of her chest and her body was in fight or flight mode.

Herbert watched her, he made a disappointed noise, “Dan?” he called, sounding defeated. This made Meg stop, hearing that name.

Dan’s ears perked up hearing his name, “Herbert?!” he couldn’t hear much of what was going on, only hearing Herbert’s side of the conversation, he had hoped that the man had gotten through to her and he wasn’t going to eat her after all.

Meg felt sick to her stomach hearing Dan’s voice coming from Herbert’s middle

“Look out, you’re about to get company”

Meg’s eyes shot up as Herbert spoke “no…” she crawled in between the man's fingers trying to get away as fast as she could.

Herbert just sighed loudly, grabbing her with his free hand, and picking her up gently, she pushed at his fingers, trying to get him to drop her. It was no use unfortunately, she was bound to get eaten, her fighting must’ve been amusing for Herbert.

“Please!” she yelled as he rose her up, holding her by her shirt, leaving the rest of her to flail around “Please if you let Dan and I go, I promise we’ll never tell a soul”

“You won’t tell?” Herbert brought her closer, she nodded profusely “well that’s a relief” Meg smiled, she finally got through to the man, that smile faded as soon as he rose her higher, lifting his chin with her. She kept kicking, grabbing at his fingers, he showed no signs of stopping.

Herbert’s mind was racing, he had hoped that this was going to be as easy as Dan, but the chances were low. Sure, she had a much smaller frame than Dan, in that way she would go down easier, but she was terrified, she would fight, and it would hurt, but he didn’t see a better option.

Herbert slowly opened his mouth, holding her just above it. She flailed and kicked as much as she could, tears threatened her eyes, and she was not going to hold them back. “Damn you Herbert West!”

She kept yelling obscenities as he lowered her into his mouth, letting go once he was halfway inside, she fell onto the tongue with a soft squishing noise, he quickly closed his mouth, his teeth clacking softly shut, isolating her in his mouth, away from the rest of the world.

Megan pushed against his tongue, which got her, and her clothes almost completely soaked with one movement.

Herbert rolled his tongue around her, trying to get her as slick as possible so it would be easier on his throat. As he did this, he noticed that Meg had her own taste as well. It wasn’t like Dans, but it was still pretty great, he could get used to this, minus the fear and struggling. Herbert felt his stomach growl, now that he was thinking about it, it felt nice to have Dan inside, feeling so full.

All Dan could do was sit, carefully awaiting Megan's arrival. He could barely hear anything over Herbert’s stomach, it was practically cheering the man on, gurgling loudly and happily. He wondered if Herbert was enjoying this as much as his stomach was.

Herbert cringed as Meg kicked his teeth, not strong enough to break them, but enough for it to hurt like hell. She was making this as hard as she could, which was working. Herbert would attempt to pin her to the roof of his mouth, but she would easily wriggle out of his grip.

Finally, he had enough, he tilted his head as high as he could, swallowing as hard as he could.

She screamed as his throat muscles engulfed her legs, she tried her best to pull them out, it was no use, he swallowed again, she jerked forward into the throat even more, she tried scratching his tongue, maybe she could claw her way out.

This was worse than Dan, Herbert was in absolute agony, his preparations were no use, her fighting was awful on his throat, he had to swallow quickly and uncomfortably, which made it bad for both sides.

Meg was pulled into his throat completely in one final swallow, which made her yell out, but it was too late, she was never going to get out of this,

Herbert held his throat as she entered his esophagus, away from his windpipe, he let out a deep breath, in a hoarse voice, he called down to Dan “She’s all yours”

“Herbert? Are you okay?” Dan called back to him, he heard the heavy breathing, and the gravelly voice Herbert had.

Herbert patted his stomach, “try your best to tame her, I don’t know how much more of this I can take”

Dan heard the muffled yelling of meg get louder and louder, he stared up, waiting for her body to fall into Herbert’s stomach just like he did.

Meg seemed to slip faster and faster, sliding down Herbert’s throat with no issues, she pushed, she screamed, she tried everything to make him at least choke on her before the inevitable.

Her legs entered the man's stomach first, it was a strange feeling, having been in a space so tight she couldn’t move, to a space where she was able to move freely. She kicked wildly as soon as she could.

“Meg!” Dan yelled, grabbing onto her legs, helping her ease into Herbert’s stomach, he cringed as she flailed around, nearly hitting him multiple times “Meg! It's okay! It's okay!” she fell into Dans arms, collapsing, crying into his shoulder.

“Dan! Oh god Dan?!” Meg pulled away, “We have to get out of here! We’re gonna--”

Dan grabbed her arms, holding them so she couldn’t fight, she fell silent as he did this, he had never done anything like this before, he was usually afraid to put a hand on her.

“Meg I’ve been in here for a while, I haven’t even felt a tingle,” she was about to protest, but he shushed her carefully, “believe me Meg, we’re okay”

“But the shrinking thing...and the...the…” she couldn’t think of the right words, her mind was completely scrambled “but he ATE us!”

“Yes, I’ll admit, pretty weird,” Dan laughed, though Meg looked at him horrified “but We’re safe, how the hell and I alive if we aren’t?”

Meg tried to make a case for her horror, but she couldn’t find an explanation that made sense, Herbert ate them, they should be in danger… but dan was fine, she must’ve been fighting with Herbert for an hour, which is more than enough time for the stomach acid to attack. As she calmed ever so slightly, he let go of her hands, cradling her softly.

Herbert, finally catching his breath, decided to head upstairs, not wanting to mess with any more reagent.

Meg let out a gasp as they two lovers were sloshed around in Herbert’s stomach, she clung to Dan like a safety net. He grabbed onto her, holding her tightly.

“He’s just moving, you get used to it,” he patted her saliva covered head “Just think of it like a...waterbed”

Meg scoffed at the ridiculous comparison, but just nodded.

Herbert turned off the basement lights, retiring to his room. He took off his tie, unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt. He looked down at his stomach, he laughed, seeing his skin slightly bulged out, containing the couple.

“I’m guessing from the lack of fighting, you got through to her, didn’t you Dan” he placed his hand on his stomach. He could feel one of them squirm, he knew it was Meg.

“It's okay Herbert!” Dan patted the stomach wall, Meg flinched hearing Herbert's voice all around her, this was insane.

“Miss Halsey, I apologize for not explaining in depth, but unfortunately I knew you wouldn’t listen. So, I had to resort to this”

“Resort to this?!” she yelled loudly, but surprisingly, not out of anger, she just had no idea if he could hear her or not “I think you could’ve done a few other things instead of this!”

“Meg you and I both know that you wouldn’t believe him even if you wanted to” Dan sighed

“Well I believe you now!” she called “so let us out!”

Herbert stopped in his tracks, he completely forgot about that, and Dan had also realized at the same time as Herbert.

“Unfortunately,…” Herbert began, trying to speak as delicately as possible, not wanting her to get mad. “Well…”

“Herbert can’t right now” Dan spoke up for the scientist “We don’t really know a lot about what's happening right now” before Meg could begin to speak, Dan spoke up once more “We’ll figure it out, maybe we should just relax for tonight. Its late”

Herbert nodded, agreeing with him, “you two need some rest, and so do I. it may not seem like it to you but you both did a real number on me today” Herbert patted his stomach softly, ignoring the dull pain in his throat.

“Fine….” Meg huffed “But you better fix us, West. or I’ll do ten times worse tomorrow” she gave up on fighting at this point, she would just have to go with what they were saying and hope that she would wake up from this dream one day.

“You have my word, Miss Halsey” he smiled, sitting down on his bed, taking his shoes off. He didn’t care about his clothes right how, he would just sleep in them, he pulled the covers over himself, placing both of his hands on his stomach.

Dan laid back, spooning Meg, she turned around, laying on his chest, she listened to his breathing, which was on time with Herbert’s, she smiled, strangely enough, the noises around her were more calming than scary.

“How can you just go with whatever he says?” she asked Dan, who just chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

“Because he won’t take no for an answer...and he’s my best friend” Meg lifted her head, embracing Dan with a kiss, before laying back on his chest.

“You are so stupid” she giggled “That’s why I love you, you know”

“I know” he rubbed her back, yawning softly “I love you too”

It didn’t take them that long to fall asleep, the sounds around them lulling them into slumber without issue. Herbert smiles as he felt the two fall asleep, rubbing his stomach, something about it made him want to be like this forever, he didn’t want them to let go. And if he really had to, he would like to do it again. He didn’t know how he could convince Dan, but he’d probably find a way.

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I hope y’all enjoyed that, thank you so much for reading, let me know what you think!

#my post #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #vore writing #g/t vore #male vore #non fatal vore #quentins writing

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incorrect-oldstar-quotes · 4 years

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“Nothing that ice cream and Netflix can’t fix”

Stars: Mabel Normand, Zeppo Marx, Harpo Marx

Summary: Zeppo’s heart was broken while he was away for a conference. Mabel conspires with Harpo to help him pull himself together.

Word count: 1627

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This was, without a doubt, the team’s best conference yet. Their three national delegations - Ethiopia, Germany, and Turkey - all came home with a slew of awards. The team was feeling high on excitement, singing songs and cracking jokes all the way from San Diego. But there was one member of the team who wasn’t feeling the same.

Earlier in the day, Zeppo received the worst possible text one could receive: a break-up. Elizabeth was always shy when it came to talking about her feelings, even so that she couldn’t look her boyfriend of five months in the eye and tell her their relationship was over. He really liked her, maybe not so much that he imagined himself marrying her, but the feeling was close enough. He never could have imagined that the end of their relationship would break him this hard.

When they took a rest stop just an hour away from campus, everyone filed off the bus. That is, everyone but Zeppo. Mabel took notice of this. She was the last to leave so she could have a moment with him.

“Everything alright?” she started, gently. “It’s not like you to be this quiet.”

Zeppo shrugged his shoulders. “I’m alright, tired I guess.”

But Mabel was unmoved. She could see it in his eyes that he was far from okay. “It’s okay, Zep,” she responded. “It’s okay to not be okay. What’s wrong?”

He stayed quiet for an extra minute longer, until she could see the single tear stream down his cheek in the fading sunlight. “Elizabeth dumped me this morning,” he started quietly. “And... a-and she didn’t even do it to my face or in a call, nothing. Look.” He showed her the string of messages, starting from 7 AM. He begged and pleaded with her to change her mind but she was unbothered. Her decision was made, whether he liked it or not.

“Oh,” Mabel muttered. “I’m so sorry, Zep.” She gave him a hug and felt him shutter in her arms. “Anything I can do to help?”

She felt him shake his head no. “Let’s just get home. I think I want some alone time in my room.”

“I know, I know.” She looked up to see a few team members returning from the convenience store. “Don’t worry about them. No one’s going to judge you if they see you.”

“Thanks,” he answered. “But, I’m sorry if you wanted to go to the store.”

Mabel waved her arms as if to wave it off. “It’s fine, you’re more important to me.” Until this weekend, Mabel and Zeppo had never really been the best of friends. She’s friends with his other brothers, but he seemed so elusive. But after their Germany delegation’s hang-out session and they bonded over dinner, she began to understand him better. The poor guy is in a family full of eccentrics and he’s somehow the only normal one.

The bus headed back onto the highway once everyone was settled in. They were back on campus and Zeppo gave a few words to the team about their hard work that weekend. He was not as loud and clear as he normally is. But only Mabel could understand the small crack in his voice.

They lived in the same dorm, two floors apart. Zeppo reached his floor first. “Are you sure you’re fine?” Mabel asked one more time as the elevator came to a stop.

Zeppo shook his head, attempting to crack a smile but the quiver was too obvious to ignore. “I swear I’m okay, I just need some time alone.” The elevator door opened and he stepped off. “Well, I’ll be seeing you.” He waved goodbye to her and thought he could hold back the tears one more time until she was out of sight.

Once he was alone in his room, Zeppo lost his composure. He slumped over his raised bed, elbows planted firmly and face buried in his hands. “Dammit,” he muttered to himself just as he began to lose his voice. “Elizabeth... why?”

Those last few seconds haunted Mabel for the next half-hour. It wasn’t in her nature to leave a friend in their hour of need, even if said person was still a new friend. She realized that was the problem here. She didn’t know Zeppo well enough to understand his mourning language. She didn’t know if he was being sincere about needing his isolation time or if it was a facade to not draw attention to himself. But, although she didn’t understand, she knew someone who did.

The phone rang a few seconds and a raspy voice was detected on the other end. “Mabel?” Harpo answered. “What’s up?”

Mabel took a deep breath. “It’s about Zeppo,” she began. “Don’t tell him I told you everything, but his girlfriend broke up with him today and he’s super upset about it. I want to help but I don’t know how, but I figured that you would know... oh, I should have asked first, are you busy?”

“No, not right now. Do you need my help?”

“Yes, please. He’s kind of holing himself up in his room right now and I’m worried about him. What can you tell me about how he handles this kinda thing?”

“Well, he’s a stubborn one. He does that because he’s worried about embarrassing himself. But I know just the thing to help him open up. Are you in your room right now?” He waited until Mabel gave him her yes answer. “I’ll be there in 15.”

Mabel breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, Harpo! See you soon.” Mabel changed into more comfortable clothes and washed up from the long bus ride. By the time she’d finished, she heard a knock at the door. True to his promise, it was Harpo with a quart of rocky road flavored ice cream under one arm.

“Thank you again for coming over,” she answered as she let him in the room.

“It’s no problem at all. I’m always happy to help a friend and my little bro. Now, here’s what we should do -” Harpo explained everything about Zeppo’s handling of his emotions, from the denial to the moment that he finally decides to open up. They had an effective game-plan ready to go.

They went to the fifth floor and stood outside his door. Zeppo lived in a single room so there were no roommates to worry about bothering. Mabel sighed and knocked on the door, loud enough for it to slightly echo.

“Go away, Mabel,” Zeppo could be heard on the other side, obviously sounding more ragged and emotional than before.

“Herbert, it’s me.” At that moment, the younger brother froze. Nobody ever calls him by his real name other than his brothers, and when Harpo is involved, he can forget about trying to hide his feelings. “And yes, I’m here with Mabel too. Can we come in?”

The pair paused until they heard the sound of socked feet crossing the hardwood floor. He cracked the door open and he looked like a mess: baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, red splotches on his face, and his once-neat hair now returning to its natural state. The only light in the room was a corner lamp barely keeping it illuminated, and it was dead quiet. He paused for a second before opening the door wider. “Come on in.”

Harpo and Mabel walked into the room, and now it was the three of them alone. They watched as Zeppo took a seat on his bed, no one saying a word. Then finally, there was a broken sob.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay.” Harpo was the first to reach out to him, sitting beside him and wrapping his arms around. “It’s okay, I’m here now. Tell me everything when you’re ready.” Mabel stood by on his other side while Zeppo unloaded his feelings onto his older brother. He didn’t question why she brought him here. Harpo just listened and reminded him that everything would be okay, that it was okay for him to just cry and let it all out. Eventually, Mabel sat on his other side and gently ran her hand up and down his back.

“If it’s okay with you,” she began, “can we stay with you for a while? At least until you feel a little better. We can watch something together too, if you want.”

Zeppo nodded quietly. He slid back farther onto his bed, back to the wall and feet slightly hanging off. Mabel and Harpo made quick work of making the space more comfortable; Mabel prepared three bowls of ice cream and turned on Netflix, while Harpo grabbed his queen-sized comforter that was almost comically too big for his dorm bed. Zeppo sat between the two of them, tired and emotionally drained, but now warm and feeling more loved than before.

“Thank you,” he muttered quietly, almost quiet enough for them not to hear.

Harpo gave him another hug. “It’s no problem at all.” The Netflix homepage opened and they could see that he had been watching Aggretsuko. “Wanna watch the next one?”

Zeppo nodded quietly. They sat and watched the colorful, quirky anime, occasionally interrupting their silence with laughter and commentary. They finished the first season, and before long they could hear the youngest of the three softly snoring. Harpo and Mabel moved quietly and let him down gently onto his pillow, pulling the blanket over him and quietly cleaning up the room. Harpo turned the light off and they were out of the room.

“Do you think he’ll be alright soon?” Mabel asked as they walked back to the elevator.

Harpo nodded. “Yeah, give him some time. But, I think this was a good first start.”

#mabel normand #zeppo marx #harpo marx #marx brothers #silent film #old hollywood #college au

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thefricklefracklesin · 5 years

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George Luz

69% smut

Warnings: Fingering, shit talking, swearing, sobel being a friggin cuck, sobel being pervy, big bro lebgott, cock blocked, angry luz

There will be a part 2, I just wanted to get this out because I actually love it and I have so many ideas in my head that I want to get out but I cannot type fast enough, so enjoy this!

p.s sorry it fell apart at the end a bit but I can assure you that the second part will be purely smut *wink wonk

Hard work and pulling sick pranks was how you earned your respect from the Easy Company men, specifically George Luz, fuck did you ever habve the hots for him. Not like you were over the moon about expressing your feelings for him in fear of ruining your friendship but eh.

You and George were the pranksters of E.CO, which meant that Sobel was always on your asses about anything and everything. Some of the guys had noticed that he was giving you, specifically, odd tasks.

“So, Y/N, has Sobel said anything weird to you?” Lew asked, to which you shrugged “Nothing like, super out of the ordinary, why?” “He’s a fuckin’ creep that's why” Liebgott piped up. Joe was like your brother, he was your best friend next to Luz “I've seen him looking at you, and I don't like it” other men in the barracks agreed, bringing up times they've seen him looking for a little too long. Specifically when you’re in your PT gear, but let’s be real, your ass was poppin’ in those shorts.

“I haven't noticed honestly.. I mean it's not a big deal-``''It is a big deal-``''No Joe, it's not you can't go punching any guy that looks at me because you would have already hit 90% of everyone here by now” Silence fell as some of the men nodded, “That's..Fair..” sighing with defeat, Joe laid back down on his bed.

Later that day

“At least its the weekend tomorrow, I still have my pass” you spoke to George as you both walked to the mess hall, but alas, you may have spoken to soon; “L/N!” Sobel yelled, appearing for thin fucking air. You and George both stood at attention. “Luz leave us, L/N I feel as if you have been lacking your PT, your weekend pass is revoked, you’re running Currahee all weekend” this time, you caught his eyes roaming your body, George saw it too, and man he did not like it one bit. “Yes sir” George re-joined you as you sighed in defeat. “That’s Bull shit” he said as you continued your walk, now not really looking forward to anything.

The next morning at the peak of dawn, Sobel was in your barracks, yelling for you to get up, “You're running from the crack of dawn till the last light of day girlie, and I'll be watching the entire time” you groaned as you sat up, muttering a yes sir. Some of the men who remained looked at you with sorry expressions, Joe just looked angry.

You pulled up your shorts and went to remove your shirt to swap it for your Pt one, when you felt eyes on you. Turning to the door you saw Sobel standing there, watching you. Once he realized he had been caught he left. Fuck what a creep. You weren't the only one to notice though. Nixon was going to tell winters, and Joe was going to tell Luz.

Exhausted wasn't even the proper term for what you were feeling, you had spend eight hours running, one or two fifteen minute breaks but the rest was all running. Finally Sobel had decided that you had had enough for one day. “Go shower, I expect you to go with no breaks tomorrow.” and like that he turned and left. You collapsed to the ground, taking your canteen and emptying it onto your face and chest. George had watched you do that, holy hell did you ever look hot. “You alright?” he asked as he sat next to you in the field.

“My legs are so weak” A laugh escaped his lips. “How is that possible? You haven't even spent a night with me?” Now your face would have been so red if it wasn't already from all the running. “Oh I’m sure” deciding to retort with sarcasm, you outstretched your hand as he stood up, pulling you along with him. “Well, would m’lady like to find out? Or would she like to call me a liar again and hurt my heart” A pout came to his lips as he looked at you, your hand still in his. “Maybe one day luz, maybe that day is today” You whispered, leaning in closer. “I am in need of some assistance showing, might the gentleman George Luz be willing to assist the lady in her predicament?” A cheesy smile replaced his pout as he hooked his arm around your waist, “The gentlemen George Luz accepts” and so he helped you to the shower which was currently unoccupied. But little did you know, a creepy boot camp guy was watching the whole thing, what a cuck

sexy time

As soon as you and George closed the door to the showers, his mouth was on yours, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and groping you. Your mouths moved together, tongue intertwining in the heated kiss. “Fuck baby girl” he groaned huskily against your cheek as he started kissing down your neck, nipping and sucking “nnh, George I'm so gross and sweaty” but your protests fell mostly on deaf ears.

His hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, slowly he lifted it over your head, throwing the article on one of the nearby benches, next to go was your bra. As he went to bury his face between your breasts you stopped him “Georgie I'm to sweaty” a smirk graced those soft lips as his eyes met yours; “Were going to shower anyway baby girl”

He never once broke eye contact with you as he took your left nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue. One hand was groping and squeezing your other breast, and the other was rubbing your core through the shorts. Tilting back your head, a gasp escaped your lips as your hands went to his soft locks. Tugging at it a bit made him groan against you, his mouth popped off with an audible sound, switching to the right, peppering it with kisses and nips before taking the bundle of nerve into his mouth.

His hand tugged at the waist band of the shorts, pulling one side down at a time till they- along with your underwear, pooled around your ankles. His hand went between your legs, rubbing his fingers between your folds. “Fuck you're so wet” he hummed, looking up at you as he pushed two fingers in. “Ooooh” he stood up and shushed you. “Can't be too loud baby girl, why don't you go get started and I'll come join you”

As you want to start the shower in the farthest stall, Luz checked the door, making sure no one was listening with the possible intent of watching. To his surprise a body fell forward as he opened the door, and that the body was none other that Herbert Sobel. A disgusted look came over his features “What the actual fuck, you sick bastard!” Hearing the commotion, you turned towards the door, wet hair sticking to your face. “George?” You stepped out of the stall, a towel wrapped around you.

There was George, on the floor on top of someone, getting ready to punch the shit out of them “George wait!” rushing over to him, you pulled him off after he landed a few hard strikes on the man below. As you held him, the man he was beating lowered his hands from their defensive state. “What the fuck?!” you questioned, disgust in your voice “Fraternizing is against the rules, and striking a superior officer will get you kicked out Luz” Sobel said angrily, standing from the ground. Georges arm went out and pushed you behind him. “You were going to spy on her showering!” By now, there was a crowd, and in that crowd you could hear a very angry Joseph Liebgott.

“Y/N? Are you okay what happened” Joe said, rushing to you, taking your face into his hands making sure you were unharmed. “I mean not mentally, but I'm fine physically, but I happen to be rather uncomfortable right now” Gripping your towel closet to your damp body, you looked to the door where Sobel was trying to get away, when Winters and Nixon stepped in front of him. “The bastard was trying to Peep on Y/N” George stated, his teeth grinding together. “Everyone out, let Y/n get dressed, I'm going to talk to Sink” and like that, they left, Nixon trailing behind winters as Sobel was thrown insults by the men.

George turned around, his arms wrapping around you, making you feel safe. Neither of you said anything as you got dressed, a pissed off look was what George wore on his face as you made your way to Sinks office, Joe was already waiting outside, along with bull and Guarnere. As you passed by, you heard Joe say something about his brass knuckles and how this would have been a great time to have them.

By the time you had gotten there, Sobel had told his side of the story, claiming that you and George were having full out sex and blah blah, you wish. Now Colonel Sink had a soft spot for you, your father was one of his best friends, he would trust your word over Sobels and you knew it. “Care to give me your side of the story Private” he spoke, aiming the question at you. “I was instructed to run Currahee all day, eight hours with thirty minutes worth of break time sir, my legs were in a lot of pain and I asked Private Luz to assist me to the showers, he helped me into the shower and as he was leaving, that's when Captain Sobel fell in the door.” “She is lying sir!” Sobel interrupted.

Sink raised his hand towards the furious man, then leaned back in his chair. “I know you would never lie to me L/N, and as I’ve heard Sobel you’ve been trying to get Private Luz kicked out since he got here.” silence overcame the room as he thought. “In favor of Private L/N, a punishment will be determined for you, Sobel. There will be a specific time each day for you to shower if chosen, during that time you may find someone to watch the door until a punishment is found for him” gesturing to Sobel, you nodded, giving him a yes sir before he dismissed both you and George. You both exited while Sobel remained; George walked you to your barrack, after seeing the boys had left to eat.

“Don't worry baby girl, well have our time” George said softly, pushing some hair out of your face, he kissed your lips softly, and you smiled against his, excitement brewing within you in anticipation for ‘your time’.

#George luz x reader #luz x reader #band of brothers x reader #George luz smut #George x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers smut #sobel is a cuck

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spoookymuulders · 4 years

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perchance to dream.

read it on ao3 here word count: 23,507 summary: With two families dead, the BAU is called to Colorado to try and connect the murders. Something about the deaths seems familiar to Reid, but he can’t quite put his finger on it. And when a familiar face shows up, it throws another cog into the machine, complicating things further. warnings: mentions of drowning, cpr, mentions of religion, mentions of death and cemeteries a quick lil author’s note on this chapter!! i wanna take a second to thank everyone who's read and commented on this story. it's the first multi-chapter fic i've posted in like.. ten years? probably?? and all of your comments and warm words were SO encouraging. i really really really appreciate all of y'all who read this! like i said at the beginning, this is the final chapter but it's not the end! we've got ten more seasons to get through and i already have a handful of drabbles written/half-written so be on the lookout for more additions to this series!!

chapter six. no place like home.

The summers die, one by one. How soon they fly, on and on. - Musician Herbert Kretzmer

Spencer Reid has never been a religious man. If there is a God, he’s often wondered why they would have let him suffer the way he did as a child? Why would they have let his tormentors harass him the way they did, why would they have let his mother suffer the way she does, when all she’s ever wanted is to put love and light and happiness into the world?

And why the hell would they have taken Parker away from him? Parker, the one ray of sunlight in his life - it’s where he’d gotten her nickname from. His mother had always said she’s like a ray of sunshine, and he’d always agreed. Parker is bright and happy and warm like the sun, and if anything happens to her he swears he’ll lose his mind.

People, religious people, have always told him everything happens for a reason. That’s crap, he thinks, because what reason was there for him to be tied to a goalpost at twelve? What reason was there for his father to leave when he was ten? What reason was there for him to be reunited with Parker, only to have her ripped away from him so viciously again?

Religious people have always told him God’s will must be done; that was Tobias Hankle’s whole thing. God’s will. As Morgan tears down the dirt road in the SUV, Spencer thinks that God’s will is stupid and ridiculous and he’d like to give God a piece of his mind if this is his will.

The SUV screeches to a halt, Hotch throwing the other one into park behind them as everyone hops out, drawing weapons and heading for the house. As they climb the steps, Spencer sees why Parker described it as something out of Pride and Prejudice - it looks like it’s been mostly untouched since that era. They clear the house and Spencer can hear his heart pounding in his ears.

“Where’s that brain, pretty boy, what’re you thinkin’?” Morgan asks.

“Shakespeare’s tragedies. He’s done Othello, Antony and Cleopatra, Julius Caesar, and Macbeth.” Spencer says, pacing slowly. “That leaves Coriolanus, King Lear, Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet - Hamlet.” He stops, his eyes widening, and yanks his phone out of his pocket, dialing Garcia’s number quickly.

“Boy Genius! How can I help?” She asks brightly.

“Is there a - a lake or a river or something near the house where Malloy held Parker?” He asks sharply. Garcia taps away at her keyboard quickly, chewing at her lip as she does so.

“Yeah, there’s a lake about half a mile south of there, why?”

Spencer doesn’t answer, snapping his phone closed and shoving it into his pocket.

“He took her to the lake.”

He’s moving before anyone else can say a word, his legs pumping faster than he’s ever run. Morgan and Hotch are hot on his heels, along with the rest of the team. As the lake comes into view, Spencer spies movement a hundred or so yards away.

“Over there!” He shouts, pointing in the direction Malloy just took off. Emily and Rossi sprint after Malloy, following the sounds of heavy footfalls and snapping branches. Hotch sends Reid along one side of the lakeshore while he takes the other and Morgan goes straight to the water’s edge.

It’s Morgan who finds her.

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Emily doesn’t remember the last time she moved this fast - honestly, she’s not sure she ever has. She catches glimpses of Malloy through the trees as she runs after him with Rossi, her gun at the ready. When they stumble into a clearing and realize Malloy has trapped himself between them and the wall of a cliff, they slow their footsteps and move forward slowly.

“It’s over, Jacob.” Emily calls, watching him carefully. He looks around, as though he’s looking for a way out. Emily knows he won’t find one. His eyes flick between her and Rossi, a twisted smile touching his lips. “If you come with us now, we can work something out.”

She sees the look in his eyes - sees the moment that he realizes that there’s only two ways he’s leaving this forest; in handcuffs or in a bodybag. His eyes land on Emily again and he smirks.

“The rest,” He says, “is silence.”

With that, he charges at Emily. She wastes no time in firing at him twice, relaxing her stance only when he drops heavily into the grass. Footsteps coming out of the brush catch her attention and she turns, gesturing at Malloy’s body when the locals come hurrying out.

“Come on.” Rossi says, grabbing her elbow gently and tugging her back in the direction of the lake. “I get the feeling the kid might need us.”

****

He sees the fabric of her dress first, and he’s launching himself into the water before he has time to think about it. His heart lurches at the sight of Parker floating in the water, the green gown wafting around her delicately as she bobs up and down slowly in the waves. He slides his arms under her knees and her back, scooping her up, and hurries to the water’s edge, screaming for Hotch.

He lays her down delicately on the rocky beach, vaguely aware of Hotch stopping Reid behind him as Reid lets out a broken noise. He wastes no time in starting CPR, pushing heavily for the chest compressions and blowing air into her mouth. He prays silently as he works, willing God not to take her. Other hurried footsteps on the beach alert him to the presence of the rest of the team, but he keeps working.

“Come on.” He breathes, pushing against Parker’s chest again. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t do this. Wake up.”

Behind him, JJ moves to stand beside Hotch and Reid, touching Reid’s arm gently. Prentiss and Rossi stand shoulder-to-shoulder, watching anxiously. Hotch keeps his face stoic and stays silent, keeping his hold on Reid. Morgan won’t believe that Parker is gone. Not after everything she’s been through. After escaping from Malloy once, she doesn’t deserve to go out, not like this. Not here in this shitty forest, in this shitty lake.

He pushes again, and almost lets out a sob when she coughs suddenly, water spouting out of her mouth. He hurries to turn her onto her side, patting her back and helping her get all the water out. The tension in the air dissipates and Hotch lets his grip on Reid slacken. Reid sprints forward, dropping to his knees beside Parker and brushing her hair back as she lays against the rocks, eyes closed. Her hands curl around his wrists lightly and Morgan sits back, resting his elbows on his knees for a moment and hanging his head.

Reid helps Parker sit up and clutches her to him when she throws herself into his arms, sobbing. He clings to her like a lifeline, pressing his face to her shoulder, tears of his own adding to the lakewater clinging to her skin. He starts whispering apologies and she shakes her head against his neck, clinging to him tighter and curling her hands in the back of his sweater.

****

Spencer hovers by the end of the ambulance as the paramedics check Parker over. Aside from the bruising on her wrists and around her throat, she’s unscathed. His heart squeezes painfully as the paramedics step away and he sees her properly, wrapped up in an FBI windbreaker and with a heavy blanket from the paramedics around her shoulders. She’s perched on the back of the ambulance, her damp hair pushed over one shoulder, and she meets his eye and offers a tired smile. He tries to smile back, but he knows it doesn’t work.

She pats the spot beside her lightly and he pads forward, sitting next to her quietly. They watch the house silently for a few long moments before either of them speaks.

“I’m so sorry.” He says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. Parker shakes her head instantly.

“Don’t.” She says, her voice hoarse but firm. Spencer glances at her anxiously. “Don’t even start. This wasn’t your fault, Spencer, it was my own fault.”

“Parker-” He starts, but she shakes her head again.

“Spencer, I’m the one who wouldn’t let you come outside with me. If I’d let you come.. Who knows. This might not have happened. Or it might have happened and he might have taken you, too. Or done something worse to you, and I couldn’t-” She says softly, shaking her head and sliding her arm through his gently. Spencer sighs slowly, hanging his head, and Parker leans into him, resting her cheek to his shoulder. “I’m okay. I’m here.”

Humming softly, Spencer winds an arm around Parker gently, holding her against him tightly and closing his eyes. She scoots closer, tucking her chin to his shoulder and offering a small, tired smile when he turns his head to press a kiss to her temple. They sit in silence, shut away from the chaos of everything around them for a few minutes before Spencer kisses her forehead again and wrinkles his nose.

“You taste like lakewater.” He says quietly, and Parker scoffs, feigning offense, and smacks his knee gently.

“I can’t imagine why.” She retorts. Spencer looks down at her, smiling softly, and she returns it easily, winding her arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly for a moment. “D’you think the hospital will mind if I use up all their hot water to take a three-hour shower?”

****

Two weeks later .

Parker is still adjusting to life at home. She’s been staying with Jeremy and his family in Vegas - along with her mother and Spencer, neither of whom will let her out of their sight - and realizing that she didn’t miss the heat. She’s been getting to know AJ’s fiance, Alex, and Jeremy’s kids - her niece and nephew. It still blows her mind that she’s an aunt . That her big brother has kids . They’re all out at the park for the day, Parker perched on a bench as PJ and Luke sprint around after AJ and Alex. She smiles tenderly at the scene, then catches Spencer’s eye and jerks her head to the side. He nods and excuses himself from his conversation with Jeremy and Sophia, coming to stand beside Parker as she slides off the bench.

“You okay?” He asks softly. Parker nods, chewing the inside of her lip.

“Can we take a walk?” She asks quietly. Spencer nods, his hand settling at the small of Parker’s back gently as they slip away from the rest of their group. Spencer thinks at first that they’re just wandering, but it doesn’t take him long to see that Parker has a destination in mind, and he understands instantly as the gates of the cemetery come into view. She’s been putting this off since they came back to Vegas, but she knows she can’t do that forever.

They slip through the gates silently, Spencer’s hand lowering from Parker’s back. She slips her hand into his and he brushes his thumb along her knuckles slowly. She feels like she’s on autopilot as she heads for her family’s plot. Fifty or so feet away, she stops. Spencer stops beside her, looking down.

“D’you want me to come with you?” He asks softly. Parker shakes her head, exhaling quietly, and steps away from him. Spencer perches on a stone bench nearby as she approaches the headstone she’s looking for and sinks into the dry grass. She stares at it for a few long minutes, contemplating what exactly she wants to say. In the end, she settles for simplicity.

“Hi, daddy.” She says softly, sniffling. She swallows thickly, twisting her lip as she stares at the tiny dash between the dates of birth and death. “I’m home.”

Spencer watches from his spot on the bench, wondering if he should go sit with her. He decides against it - she needs to do this on her own. He takes in her body language, the way she sits with her legs criss-crossed first, leaning forward and picking at the grass. She talks to the stone for a while - something Spencer has never really understood, but he doesn’t question it - and when she finally sits back and pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them, Spencer stands and pads over to sit beside her, the grass crunching beneath his feet. She leans into him as he settles, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently.

“He’d be proud of you.” He tells her softly.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

****

Jeremy has a hammock in his backyard, and that’s where Parker spends most of her time. Spencer finds her there now, one leg hanging out, the toe of her sneaker pressing against the tree one end is tied to so she can swing slowly, and an arm thrown over her eyes as she basks in the fading sunlight.

“Hey.” He says, stopping beside the hammock. She hums in response. “Jeremy says dinner’s just about ready. He wanted me to come let you know.” Parker lowers her arm, squinting at him in the sun, and Spencer raises a brow at her as she wiggles for a moment.

“Well, get in, dummy.” She says, squirming to adjust the hammock so there’s room for Spencer beside her. He laughs softly and climbs in carefully, draping his arm around Parker as she settles against him. He cards his fingers through her hair slowly, wrapping one of her curls around his index finger gently and admiring the way it catches the light as she rests her cheek to his chest. They swing together in silence for a few minutes before Spencer speaks, his voice just above a whisper so as not to disturb the quiet of the coming evening.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Parker hums in response, brushing her fingers along Spencer’s arm absently.

“I want everyone to stop treating me like I’m gonna break.” She murmurs finally. Spencer hums curiously, glancing down at her. She looks up at him, lifting her head to rest her chin to his chest and watch him as she speaks. “I mean - I get it. I do. But I’m not.. I’m not a teacup in a china shop. I feel like everyone is panicking about saying something that’ll upset me or whatever, and I - y’know, I’m not fine , but I’m okay. I’m not gonna shatter.”

“Everyone’s worried.” He tells her, and she sighs softly.

“I know, and I get it, Spencer, I do. But I just.. I wish everyone would stop treating me like I can’t handle anything anymore.” She says quietly.

“Parker, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.” He says softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear gently. “And we know you can handle anything. But you don’t have to. Not alone.”

“I know that, but.. I want to. I have to be allowed to do stuff on my own.”

Spencer hums softly, tugging at one of Parker’s curls gently and watching as it springs back into place. “I know how you feel.” He says finally. She glances up at him, resting her chin on his chest gently as he speaks. “There was a case a couple years ago that.. Went south, let’s say. Everyone treated me like broken glass after, like if they said the wrong thing I was gonna shatter into a million pieces. And maybe I would have, who knows? But I got through it - and some of it, I got through alone. But most of it, I got through with the help of the people around me. My family.” Humming thoughtfully, Parker nods.

“That’s what family is for, right?” Spencer continues, looking down at her. “They’re there by your side through the good stuff, but they’re there for you through the hard stuff, too. And you have - you have your mom, and the boys, and Sophia and the kids. You’ve got me - and the rest of my team, I think Morgan might like you better than he likes me.” Parker giggles at that, shaking her head a little.

“What am I paying a therapist for when I have you?” She says softly. Spencer grins, pressing a kiss to Parker’s forehead and holding her closer. He closes his eyes as she settles her cheek against his chest again, and as Parker’s breathing evens out, her breaths turning slow and deep, Spencer revels for the hundredth time at how happy - how lucky - he is to have her back. Before long, he’s sound asleep, too, lulled by the lazy swinging of the hammock and the quiet backdrop of crickets and coyotes in the distance, and Parker’s heartbeat against his ribs.

And as she sleeps, Parker dreams of her family, and her genius, and home .

There’s no place like home. - Author L. Frank Baum

#mine*#my writing #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x oc #drowning tw #cpr tw #cemetery tw #death mention tw #????? idk im tryna cover all my bases #fic: perchance to dream #series: vienna

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For @hobbeshalftail3469 in response to her prompt in the “I’ll Walk Beside You - Strike Fic Exchange”

“ Strike buys something that he wants to give to Robin....something sweet/meaningful/lovely......but he doesn't know how/when to give it to her.”

“Oh, it’s lovely Corm. It really is. She’ll love it.” Cormoran smiled at Ilsa Herbert as he reached for the package she was handing back to him. “When are you going to give it to her?”

And there it was, the thing he’d been wrestling with since he’d seen the thing online and images of Robin using it had popped into his head. How to give it to her?!

Her birthday wasn’t near.

Christmas wasn’t for months.

They weren’t a couple, so Valentines Day wasn’t a reason. His brain grumbled at him for this reflection.

There was no real reason for him to have bought her such a meaningful gift.

He has nothing to hide behind as an excuse when he gives it to her. Nothing to use as a shield. Not like the Cavalli dress, when he’d been thanking her for helping him solve the Landry case.

Nor was it like the hotel room he’d booked her when her world had toppled, and he had been the only person she could lean on. Deep in his heart, though he’d called that a “wedding cancellation present”, he’d never once thought of that as a gift. He’d never have been able to live with himself if he hadn’t booked that room for her. Not when it had become very clear that evening that he was the only friend she’d had in London.

There’d been birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, the bottle of champagne at the race track when she’d told him she’d left Matthew, and then a magnum of it the day she’d told him her divorce from the git was final.

He was familiar with giving his partner gifts. She’d certainly given him plenty as well.

Why was giving this one so hard?

He looked back up at Ilsa, standing on the other side of his desk, looking at him expectantly.

He shrugged, looked down, scratched the back of his neck, “I don’t know really. I don’t have a reason to give it to her yet. Maybe I’ll wait until Christmas…” His voice pitched higher at the end as he trailed off, turning the statement into a question.

“You don’t need a reason. Why would you need a reason?” Ilsa’s hands were on her hips now and she was looking at him with an expression of frustrated disbelief.

“Well I can’t just go around giving my business partner random gifts, now can I?” He stood now, leaving the opened package on his desk as he rounded the edge to make for the door.

“Well why not?” She’d followed him to the kitchen and was leaning against the edge of Robin’s desk.

He flicked the switch on the kettle and took down his favored mug from the shelf Robin kept it on, then turned and with a raised eyebrow indicated the kettle, asking silently if Ilsa was going to have a cup.

She waved him off, “No. I have to get going. But seriously, Corm? Why can’t you just give it to her?” She studiously ignored his frustrated growl at her hounding. “You simply hand it to her and say, ‘It made me think of you and I thought you’d like it.’ How is that hard?”

Before he realized what was happening he’d twisted the upper half of his body around to pin Ilsa with a glare of mingled anger and torment. “Because I shouldn’t be thinking of her at all should I? She’s just divorced. She’s my business partner. I shouldn’t be thinking of her when we aren’t working together. It’s not right,” he mumbled as he turned back to the kettle, which had finished its chuntering and was waiting to be poured.

He’d just laid his hand on the handle when he felt Ilsa against his side. She reached up to his face and taking his cheek in her palm, as only she and two other women in his life had ever done, she turned his face toward hers.

He took in the earnestness of her brown eyed gaze as she said, “Corm,” She waited until he met her eyes. “Just give it to her. Tell her it made you think of her when you saw it and that you wanted her to have it.” Her thumb stroked just above the line of his beard. “Then wait.”

He closed his eyes and drew Ilsa closer with an arm around her shoulders. She moved easily into his one-armed embrace and continued, “She’ll understand. I promise.”

He sighed. Nodded. He knew Ilsa harbored hoped that he and Robin would eventually become a couple. He could hardly chastise her for wanting the same thing he did. With a soft squeeze and a quick kiss on the top of her head he released her and watched as she picked up her briefcase and headed toward the door, glancing back over her shoulder, “Dinner tonight? Curry?”

At his nod she added, “Robin’s welcome as well.”

“I’ll let her know.” He turned, mug in hand and took a sip as he watched her slip out the door.

He listened to the rapid clip of her sensible heels on the treads of the stairs as she made her way to the ground floor and sipped his tea as he ambled back into the interior office.

He sat down at his desk and contemplated the opened package in front of him.

He had thought immediately of Robin as he’d seen it. He’d thought of how useful it would be to her, how classy it was. He’d hardly registered clicking the buttons he’d needed to click to order it, sending it to the Herbert’s house, just in case Robin picked it up here at the office before him. Since she was the one who usually got their mail.

He fingered the paper surrounding it and imagined handing it to Robin as she sat at her desk, with a simple, “I saw it and thought you’d like it.” It still didn’t sound right in his head. But he also knew it was just better to bite the bullet and give it to her.

His phone chirped with an incoming message and he glanced at it to see one word from Robin,

Robin: Coffee?

He replied in the affirmative and then set about cleaning up the wrapping from the package, sliding the item into his top drawer and opening the file for the current case they were working.

And he waited.

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“Hiya!” Robin called out as she opened the door to the office. He could see her in his mind, scooting through the door, carrying a cardboard tray with two paper cups of coffee and the mail she’d gathered from their mail basket at the door below. He heard her toss the mail on her desk and walk back across the room and knew she was hanging her jacket up. He could almost see her fluffing her hair and straightening her blouse, smoothing it back into place as she picked up their coffee and turned toward his office.

And then there she was, her sunny hair gleaming in the scant sunlight filtering through his office windows. Her full lips were curved in a slight smile as she reached his desk and set his cup of coffee beside the file he’d been pretending to review. “What’s up?”

“Just reviewing the notes on Jungle Jim.”

She snorted out a laugh and shook her head. “What a git.”

He chided her in his most pedantic tone, “Now Robin, it’s not his fault that he enjoys dressing like a lion and romping through the parks at night with his ‘pride’” The effect was ruined as he caught her eye and they collapsed into gales of laughter at the shared memory of the mark they’d followed three days earlier.

He’d been dressed in an elaborate lion costume and had spent the entire evening literally growling and roaring at five other people, also dressed in lion costumes, as they’d cavorted through Regents Park.

Robin wiped the tears from her cheeks as her laughter subsided into giggles, then took a tentative sip of her coffee. “If I never see something like that again…”

“Too right,” he chuckled. “I’m really looking forward to seeing the look on his partner’s face when we show him the pictures we’ve got.”

Robin gave an exaggerated shudder, “And on that note, I’m heading back out to type up the rest of the notes for the Simmons case.” She turned and headed to the door.

Cormoran bolted to his feet, “Oh. Wait a second. I have something for you.” He pulled open the drawer he’d shoved the item into and quietly took a deep breath as he watched her turn back to him.

“Oh? A case?”

“No. But it may help with them.”

He rounded the corner of his desk again, stopping to lean back on the edge, feigning casualness, as he handed her a leather-bound book and watched, barely breathing, with his hands buried in his pockets as she set her coffee cup down and opened it.

Inside was a small Moleskine notebook, one of the pens he knew she favored stuck through two loops of leather that would allow the pen to form the spine of the book, and two pockets, one already had a couple of her business cards tucked into it, a touch he’d thought of while waiting for her to arrive.

She closed the book again and turned it over in her hand, her fingers smoothing over the distressed brown cover. And then, he heard a small, quiet, intake of breath as her thumb brushed across the robin he’d asked to have engraved into right corner of the cover.

She was silent.

And then her eyes met his.

“I was doing some research, and this popped up in an ad on the sidebar of one of the articles I was reading. I have a similar one and I thought you might like it.” He was appalled at the way the words rushed out of his mouth. Especially since she just stood there, eyes back on the leather, thumb brushing across the engraved robin.

He was smart enough to realize she was using his own tactic against him, but he was just on edge enough not to care. He watched that thumb stroke that robin the way he wished it would stroke his face and blurted, “I didn’t want there to be anything to identify you on it, like your name or anything, and when I saw the robin as an option I had to do that.”

He stopped, took a breath, and waited for her to meet his eyes. “I hope you like it.”

And still she said nothing. He could see a light shimmer of tears gathering in the smoky depths as she once again met his gaze. He watched as her arm curled around the book, bringing it to rest against her chest, hugging it to her as she took three steps toward him and tilted her face up to his.

She was so close he could see each individual lash framing her eyes, how the tears were just beginning to dampen them before they’d spill over to her cheeks. He could see the curve of her lips, the dip of her top lip, the fullness of the lower one creating a shadow between it and her chin.

In a voice so quiet it surprised him he said, “I think about you all the time. I can’t seem to stop.”

He watched his own hand lift to smooth a strand of her bronzed hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His fingers slid along the shell of her ear slowly, ending in a caress of her earlobe. Just as he was about to lower his hand she tilted her head slightly toward it so that her cheek was cradled in his palm.

He felt her body sway toward his as his fingertips got lost in her hair, while his thumb stroked the fullness of her bottom lip the way he’d watched hers stroke the leather cover of his gift.

“I’ve tried for so long to not feel this for you,” he whispered.

Her lips pursed into a soft kiss against his thumb before she finally spoke softly, “Why?”

“You were engaged.” A pause.

“Then married.” He felt his brows lower into a glower. “Then divorced.”

“I’ve been divorced for three months, Cormoran.” Her eyes were still damp, but he could see sparks starting to sizzle in their depths.

“I’m too old for you.” He grasped for any excuse now.

“Oh, Bollocks. You’re ten years older. That’s nothing.” The sparks were beginning to fan themselves into flames. Her gaze burning away all his excuses.

“I’m not your type…at all.” There…That was true. She couldn’t refute it. Matthew had been lean and blonde and athletic. Cormoran was well aware that he could hardly compare to the physical specimen that Matthew had been.

“You’re an idiot is what you are.” She said the words bluntly. Baldly.

“How could you know you aren’t ‘my type’ when I have no bloody idea what my ‘type’ even is?” She emitted a frustrated groan. “I’ve been with Matthew since I was sixteen. He’s all I’ve ever known. Whereas you,” she shoved him in the chest with the tips of her fingers. “You’ve been with socialites, radio presenters, burlesque dancers and a freaking supermodel…all since I met you.”

She spun away from him and tossed the book on his desk and she started to pace in her agitation. “I think it’s pretty well established that there’s no way in hell I’d be your type.”

She stalked right up to him, her toes just inches from the toes of his boots, face turned up to his in challenge. “You, sir, are exactly my type.”

He scoffed, “Oh, yeah?”

“You honestly have no idea, do you?” She reached up and wound her arms around his neck as she pulled his face down to hers. “You’ve spent the last three years teaching me to realize a dream I’d thought was taken away from me. Supporting me. Guiding me. Helping me.”

Her hands tangled into his hair, stroking his scalp so softly he wanted to purr as she continued, “You are the kindest, most gentlemanly and caring man I’ve ever met. You’ve never asked me to be anything other than who I’ve been since you met me. You held your tongue when I know it must have been hard to be silent about Matthew. But you supported me even despite that.”

His forehead was pressed to hers now, his eyes closed because the intensity of her gaze as she spoke her heart threatened to incinerate him.

“I wouldn’t be who I am today without you. I wouldn’t be as confident. I wouldn’t be as happy. I certainly wouldn’t be as fulfilled.”

She tugged on his curls, “You’ve given me so many things Cormoran. Time. Laughter. A gorgeous dress, education, friends, and so much more…How could you not be my type? How could I not think you are exactly my type?” She asked in a whisper as she arched onto her toes to fit her mouth against his.

He groaned and slanted his lips over hers almost immediately, his hands catching her face and angling it so that he could seal his lips to hers more firmly. He kissed her like a starving man eats. Gulping her flavor, drinking her in. And all the while her body pressed flush to his own, her breasts tight to his chest, her legs almost entwining with his.

He broke away abruptly to pull her more firmly against him, cradling her head on his shoulder and tangling his fingers into her long hair. His voice betrayed his confusion as he said, “I don’t know what comes next. What do we do next?”

He felt the laughter ripple through her entire body, pressed as she was against him.

“We could start with dinner?” she suggested.

“That would mean letting go of you. I’m not sure I can just yet.”

Another slight giggle, “Well, you have plenty of time. It’s only ten in the morning.”

Authors Note: The notebook was inspired by this.

#Cormoran Strike #cormoran x robin #cormoran strike fanfic #fanfic #written from a prompt #Strike fanfic #cormoran strike series #fanfic author #fic exchange #gifting is strikes love language

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Rock Lee Week Day 6 Determination/Angst

Title: Determination/Angst Author: Jordan Herbert Warnings: Amnesia and angst trope! Pairing: Lee/Gaara and Kakashi/Gai if you squint because that’s just always there Fandom: Naruto Rating: General Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic.

AN: This was my favorite fic to write because I love angst! So I went for the old lost memory trope. Anyways, while writing this fic, I decided I would post this fic separately on AO3 and change it as well to include a sex scene and a bonus happy ending. This fic here does NOT CONTAIN SEX and DOES NOT CONTAIN A HAPPY ENDING. Enjoy reading!~

@rockleeweek

He heard voices outside the room. He wasn’t sure if they knew he was awake. He felt like he should say something, but he didn’t recognize the hushed voices. He didn’t want to call out and disturb their conversation, especially because he didn’t know what he would say to them. He felt like he didn’t know anything.

The door slid open and he stared at the other standing in the doorway. His first thought was that they looked tired. He wanted to offer them the bed he was in. Instead, he smiled.

“Hello,” he greeted.

The man approached his bed. “Do you know who I am?”

He opened his mouth but then closed it. He shook his head. “Sorry, I do not. Have we met before?”

The man ignored his question and asked another one instead. “Do you know who you are?”

Again, he opened his mouth, ready to answer, but had to close it when he realized he did not know the answer after all. “No,” this time his voice showed his confusion and his worries. “I do not. I do not know who I am.”

The man turned away from him then to glare at the other in the doorway. “It’s the same thing every day. He isn’t getting better.”

“We just have to be patient. You heard what the Lady Hokage said.” The other man came out from the doorway and stepped closer into the room. This man sat on the edge of the bed without a second thought. As he sat, he reached out to pat his thigh still under the bed sheet. “Good morning,” this man’s smile seemed as bright as the sun. “Your name is Rock Lee and I am your teacher Maito Gai. This is your husband, Gaara. You were in an accident recently that made you forget all of your memories.”

“You’re going to overwhelm him,” Gaara hissed at Gai.

“My name is Rock?” He asked, his face scrunching up. “That doesn’t sound right.”

“You mostly go by Lee.” Gaara explained.

Lee nodded slowly. That sounded better to him. He glanced at Gai and Gaara. “Can,” he licked his lips for a moment. “Can I use the bathroom?”

They allowed him to get up and showed him the bathroom before leaving him alone. Lee really did need to use the bathroom, but once his bodily functions were taken cared of, he sat down on the floor and held his head in between his hands. He could vaguely feel where his head was sore and figured that must have been the source of his recent injury. Otherwise, all he felt was panic and his heart trying to beat out of his chest.

When he finally calmed down again, he stood up on shaky legs and grabbed onto the sink for support. He splashed his face with water to wipe away the tears and then met his reflection. He looked a lot like Gai. But he had rounder eyes and his eyelashes were different too. He wondered what Gaara saw in him to agree to marry him because it certainly couldn’t have been his looks. He also took in the fact that his body was muscular, but also covered with scars, especially on his left arm and leg.

He exited the bathroom and walked down the small hallway to where he could hear noise. He could see that Gai was cooking in the kitchen but Gaara was already seated in the living room. Gaara was staring at him.

Lee smiled reflexively as he moved towards him. “Does he need help cooking?” Lee asked after a particularly loud crash.

“I’m fine, breakfast will be finished shortly!” Gai called out.

Lee sat down next to Gaara at the low table. Gaara was still silently staring at him. Lee looked around the living room, taking in the different weights, the small bookshelf filled with books on taijutsu, and the other sparse items around.

“Breakfast is served!” Gai emerged from the kitchen with three steaming bowls. He set the bowls down before everyone at the table and Lee wondered what had been so complicated in making oatmeal. Gai quickly began to eat and Lee followed suit. After his first bite, Lee’s mouth felt like it was on fire, not from the temperature but from something else.

“What,” Lee coughed a little, “What is in this? It’s delicious!” He began to eat his oatmeal quicker.

“It’s my special five spice oatmeal! Guaranteed to put a pep in your step and start you off with a fire burning in your gut for a full day of youthful activities!” Gai exclaimed happily. “Although I did leave out four spices in Gaara’s bowl and only put in some cinnamon, as requested.”

Gaara finally picked up his own bowl and began to eat.

When they finished the meal, Gai turned to Lee. “So, I bet you’re brimming with questions.”

“Yes,” Lee agreed.

“Go on, ask away! There isn’t anything that Gaara or I can’t answer about you, Lee. We know you better than anyone else!” Gai declared.

“Are you my dad?” Lee asked.

Tears began to brim in Gai’s eyes. “You are as precious to me as a son, but alas, we are not blood related. No, instead we share the bond of student and teacher! I guide you in your training to become a great shinobi and each day I see you become closer and closer to achieving your goal. It fills my heart with fatherly pride!”

Lee’s own eyes began to prickle at Gai’s touching words. “I just thought, well, we look very similar.”

“Your real parents are dead. They died when you were very little. You have a cousin but the two of you don’t speak often. Gai is your next-of-kin on all your paperwork. He’s practically your father in every way except blood.” Gaara added. “I had to ask him for permission to marry you.”

Lee smiled. “And how long have we been married?”

“I declared us married five years ago and that was good enough for me.” Gaara explained, “But we had the wedding ceremony seven months ago.”

“Oh,” Lee frowned, trying to make sense of Gaara’s statements.

“Gaara is the Kazekage, the leader of his village. When he declared that the two of you were married, that was an official statement of office so you two were married by law of Suna.” Gai clarified. “But seven months ago we had a ceremony here in Konoha to make you two officially married by our own law.”

“We’re from different villages?” Lee wondered aloud. “How does that work if we’re married? I mean, how do we keep in touch? Is Suna nearby?”

“Our villages are nearly 1,845 miles apart. It usually takes most shinobi almost three days of travel to get between the villages. Your record is one day and fifteen hours, but that’s without opening any gates.” Gaara glanced at Gai. “You’re just extremely fast, even by Shinobi standards.”

“So I just run between our villages a lot?” Lee frowned.

“No, you have responsibilities and missions to complete just like I do. In reality we don’t see each other nearly as often as I would like. But you were liaison to my village for a few years and you still have priority to take missions that are by my village or a joint effort between our villages.” Gaara continued. “For a while we argued about you moving to Suna permanently, like my sister did when she married, but you didn’t want to be apart from your sensei forever.” Gaara’s eyes narrowed slightly and Gai slapped the table.

“But the two of you preserve through the distance! No matter how far apart, your love for one another holds true. Besides, since our villages are allied, we do have numerous joint mission efforts which allow the two of you to see one another at least five times a year, if not more. Also, you two exchange letters frequently as well.” Gai exclaimed.

“And the very lack of a letter is what alerted me about Lee’s last injury and this current predicament.” Gaara snarled.

Gai’s smile faltered slightly. “Lady Tsunade felt that a carefully worded letter from herself was the best way to contact you about the situation. She is not always the quickest writer and she didn’t want to--”

“She didn’t want me to act on my emotions and irrationally declare war because of my husband’s extreme injury. But I wouldn’t. I know Lee and I know his typical behavior. I don’t hold what happened against the village. I hold it against him, because once again, he was the one that recklessly threw himself into danger and got an unnecessary injury.” Gaara crossed his arms over his chest.

“Lee is a great shinobi and teammate.” Gai stated seriously. “He always considers--”

“His teammates’ safety above his own with a sense of reckless abandon. I’m aware that he would die in order to protect others. I don’t agree with it, we’ve argued about it before, it obviously doesn’t matter since none of those arguments changed the outcome that we’re currently at.” Gaara glared at Lee.

“I’m sorry,” Lee quickly apologized when that gaze fell on him.

“You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.” Gaara stood up, grabbing the dishes from the table, as he went into the kitchen. A moment later Lee could hear the faucet turn on.

“He’s been very worried about you and he usually expresses that concern through anger.” Gai whispered to Lee, even though his whisper still seemed pretty loud. “He’s only angry because of how much he cares and loves you.” Gai reached out to rest a comforting hand on Lee’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about him; your husband is stronger than most shinobi I know. He’ll be alright. You just need to focus on yourself and getting better!”

“How can I get better?” Lee asked. “I’ll do anything I have to in order to get my memories back.”

“That’s my Lee! That fighting spirit will guide you to recovery!” Gai grinned.

“There isn’t a cure. There’s nothing you can do to just magically get your memories back.” Gaara interrupted as he reappeared from the kitchen. “Your hokage is a renown healer and even she couldn’t fix what was wrong with your head. She said either your memories would come back, or they wouldn’t.”

“There has to be something I can do to remember everything again!” Lee held up a fist determinedly. “I refuse to just sit around and wait for something to happen.”

“We’ve had this conversation already. We’ve had this conversation every day since you’ve been cleared from the hospital. Nothing changes. You forget everything, over and over again.” Gaara turned away from Lee to look out of the window. “I have to go back to my village soon. I’ve spent too much time away already.”

“You can count on me to take care of Lee in your absence!” Gai exclaimed. “I’ll have him back to his full youthful self in no time!” Gai stood up and dramatically stuck out his thumb. Lee watched in awe as his thumb, teeth, and hair seemed to sparkle.

Gaara slowly moved to stand in front of the window. “I want Lee to come with me, but I know that doesn’t make any sense. Most of his memories are here, in his home village. Besides, Tsunade is here and if there is a cure, she’ll be the one to find it. But I,” Gaara paused for a moment before he looked over his shoulder. Lee felt his heart clench at the vulnerable expression on Gaara’s face. “I don’t want you to forget me, Lee.”

“I won’t!” Lee jumped onto his feet and quickly approached Gaara. “You’re my husband; you’re important to me. I won’t forget you!”

“Don’t promise me that, not when you can’t keep your promise.” Gaara kept his body turned away from Lee but his eyes were focused on Lee’s face. “You wake up every morning and you’ve forgotten. Once I leave, I won’t even be a memory to you. I’d only be a name to you and a title that no longer carries a real connection.”

Lee frowned and looked around the living room space. “Do I have a photograph of us together? Surely someone took a picture of us during our wedding ceremony as a keepsake. I can have that next to my bed. I’ll wake up every morning and see your photo and then Gai-sensei can tell me all about my wonderful husband.”

Gaara slowly turned away from Lee. “Maybe it’ll be better if you just forgot me.”

“Do not say that! That is quitter talk. There is no reason to quit. I am still alive and you are still alive so we can continue to live out our dreams together.” Lee smiled. “Do not give up on me yet, Gaara, for I am determined to get my memories back!”

Gaara glanced at Lee out of the corner of his eye. “Alright, what do you propose we do first then?”

“Well, if this is my home village, then maybe it is for the best that I walk around and see if any place helps me remember something.” Lee suggested.

“A great idea!” Gai piped up from the table. “Not only will walking around get your body moving and your blood pumping, but it will certainly help you take pride in the beauty of our village and help you remember what we fight to protect!”

“Then let us go!” Lee cheered.

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Walking around the village didn’t help. Gai pointed out many different places and told tales about why that spot was special to Lee but he couldn’t remember any of the events. Even worse, there were many people that approached the group and asked after Lee’s memory, only for Lee not to recognize any of them. He felt terrible that he didn’t know any of his former friends, teammates, or other people that had been important to him.

It only seemed to make Gaara feel worse too. He hung behind them as a silent shadow for most of the day. There were a few ninja that attempted to talk with him, such as Gaara’s sister and another blonde named Naruto. But otherwise Gaara remained rather detached from the day’s events.

They began heading back to Lee’s home when another ninja had joined them. Lee didn’t understand why a ninja that was reading some, apparently explicit, porn would be someone that joined their group so easily, but Gai-sensei really seemed to like this other ninja. Lee trusted Gai-sensei’s judgement.

“Go home,” Gaara stated to the other two ninjas. “I’ll take care of dinner tonight.”

“Gaara, I can--” Gai began only for Gaara to interrupt him.

“Go home. You haven’t left Lee’s side in a week. Take tonight off. You’ll be in charge of Lee’s care starting tomorrow, but tonight he’s my husband and I’m telling you to leave us alone for dinner.” Gaara stated.

“He’s right, Gai.” Kakashi piped up from his porn.

“Alright,” Gai embraced Lee in his manly arms. This had not been the first embrace of the day and Lee was quickly becoming accustomed to his teacher’s physical affection. “Have a good night, my precious student. I will see you tomorrow morning!”

“Good night, Gai-sensei!” Lee waved as he watched the two older ninjas take to the rooftops. Gaara grabbed Lee’s other hand and began to lead him back home.

Lee’s face heated but he smiled. Despite his teacher being so physically affection, his husband had refrained from touching him all day. The simple act of holding his hand now made Lee’s heart fill with joy.

When they returned home, Gaara took out some groceries they had apparently bought the other day and began to prep a meal. He instructed Lee to chop some vegetables as he added ingredients into a pot. While they cooked together, Lee asked Gaara questions to get to know him better. He relearned Gaara’s favorite color, how they had begun dating, what Gaara’s village was like, the name of Gaara’s brother, and the fact that his husband was a human host for a destructive demon. It was an enlightening mealtime.

As they finished dinner, Gaara explained how he was an outcast as a child and turned into a murderous monster that had lived only for himself. “But then I was shown that there was more to life by Naruto. He helped me understand that it was better to live for others and to have bonds. I connected with my siblings then my village began to trust me. And then you came along and you showed me the most important bond of all. You showed me what it really meant to be loved.”

Gaara turned his body to face Lee as they sat side by side. “I miss you, Lee. I know you’re right here in front of me, but it’s not the same. I want you back, Lee, I need you. Please, I need you to get better.”

Lee pulled Gaara against himself, forcing an embrace on the other man so that he no longer had to stare heartbreak in the face. “I am so sorry, Gaara. I will do my best to get better. I will try my hardest to remember everything you told me today. Even after just one day with you, I already feel like I love you, but I want to remember how much I truly do love you.”

“Lee,” Gaara pulled back slightly only to press his lips against Lee’s own. Lee knew it wasn’t really his first kiss, but it felt like it was.

Gaara knew how to kiss and Lee followed his lead, mimicking the way Gaara moved his mouth and then how he moved his tongue. It was odd to re-taste the flavors of the dinner he had just finished eating on someone else’s tongue. But it felt so good to run his fingers through Gaara’s hair and hold the other man close to him as they kissed. Gaara’s own hands were already running over Lee’s body, leaving trails of heat over the skin he covered.

Gaara was the one to break the kiss. He slowly pulled back but only to stand up and drag Lee to his feet as well. Lee wordlessly followed Gaara into his bedroom.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The door slid open and he stared at the other standing in the doorway. His first thought was that they looked tired. He wanted to offer them the bed he was in. Instead, he smiled.

“Hello,” he greeted.

The man approached his bed. “Do you know who I am?”

He opened his mouth but then closed it. He shook his head. “Sorry, I do not. Have we met before?”

The man stared at him before shaking his head. “No, don’t worry about it.” The man turned back around and stepped outside of the room. “Take care of him for me. Let me know if anything does change.”

“Of course,” the other man in the hallway quickly agreed. “Are you sure that you can’t--”

“No, I have to return to my village now.” Green eyes glanced back into the room one last time. Then the man left.

“Will he be alright?” He asked from his bed. “He looked very sad.”

“He’ll get better when you get better.” This man sat on the edge of the bed without a second thought. As he sat, he reached out to pat his thigh still under the bed sheet. “Good morning,” this man’s smile seemed as bright as the sun. “Your name is Rock Lee and I am your teacher Maito Gai. You were in an accident recently that made you forget all of your memories.”

#Rock Lee Week 2018 #Rock Lee #jordan writes #naruto fanfic #I LOVE ROCK LEE YOU CAN FIGHT ME #Naruto gets a tag now but mostly because of Lee and Gaara

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phoenixmakeswords · 5 years

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This Thing Needs A Name Ch.1

I thought I might share the first chapter of the AU I’m working on with y’all. I’m actually enjoying writing this more than I thought I would. TW: CSA mention (nothing graphic) and brief anxiety attack.

The icy December wind cuts through my clothes as I make my way down 23rd street to The Inked Moose. I hate winter. Especially Chicago winter. If I had any sense, I would’ve driven my car, but I never claimed to be smart. Ask my mama; she’ll say the same thing.

Stepping inside the tattoo shop feels like coming home. I'm more familiar with the bright orange walls, black tile floor, and lime green ceiling than I am with almost any other place in the city. The eclectic décor is mostly local artwork that’s also for sale. Herbert the moose is the exception to the rule. Sporting oversized, green novelty sunglasses, he watches over the lobby from his place behind the front desk. Mardi Gras beads hang from his massive antlers.

I'm too early. I know that. But I'm always early.

Ransom, my regular artist, smiles warmly when he sees me. He’s honestly the most beautiful man in the city. I'm not just sayin’ that ‘cause he does amazing tattoos for me either. I could get lost in those jade eyes of his. I’d love to knot my fingers in that curly black hair of his and kiss him breathless. I’d be lying if I said he isn’t in my fantasies every time I jack off.

I deal with the paperwork and browse the variety of plugs and tunnels in the display case. I could probably do the paperwork in my sleep. I don’t want to bother him while he’s working.

“You know, we’re actually needing help,” the owner, Riley, remarks casually.

“How’d you know I'm needin’ a new job?” I’ve lived here since I was thirteen but I haven’t managed to trade my New Orleans accent for that of Chicago yet.

“I didn’t. I can get you an app while you wait on Ransom. It’s not an artist’s position. You’d be the receptionist. Still interested?”

“Riley, I’d live here if I could.”

Filling out the app takes the perfect amount of time. Ransom’s finished the sketch just as I’ve finished the app.

“Like it?” he asks, toying with his blue Star of David necklace. He does this when he’s nervous. I think it’s cute.

I'm in love with it. The Falcon tattoo looks awesome!

“Let’s do it,” I grin.

I watch eagerly as he sets up. This is when my nerves really set in. He looks perfectly at home here. He hums softly to himself as he gets the inks out. He’s taped a picture of the Falcon to the cabinet so he can match the colors.

“You look terrified,” he remarks.

“I am. This is gonna hurt.” I set my glasses on the guest chair so I don’t send them flying when I take my hoodie and t-shirt off. It makes me nervous for another reason. I'm half-naked with the guy I have a thing for.

Once the transfer’s been placed and my skin’s clean, I lie on my left side in the chair, facing the wall. I have other ink. I’ve gotten all of it from him. But none of it’s been on my ribs.

“So, we might be working together?” he asks, starting his machine.

“Yeah. I'm still going to school too.” I swear I can feel the needles vibrating in my bones. It hurts! I thought it was painful when he tattooed over the tendon in my forearm on my phoenix. Nope, this is worse.

“What happened with the bakery? I thought you were happy. You good?”

“I fucked up. Yeah, I'm good.”

“What’d you do, Kris?”

“Slept with the brother of one of my coworkers. Now the guy’s bein’ a complete jerk to me.”

“You are going to get the crap beat out of you one day for that. What if the guy has a boyfriend and you don’t know it?”

“Well, I guess I'm screwed.”

He chuckles softly at that, a low rumble in his chest.

“I actually wanted to ask you something,” I tell him. I'm starting to get used to the pain. I wish I could watch; watching him do the tattoo helps.

“Oh, yeah? What’s up, buttercup?” Amusement flickers in his eyes.

“I like you.”

“That’s not a question.” He sounds confused. Go me.

“How do you feel about hookups?”

He worries his full lower lip between his teeth for several heartbeats. I’ve gone too far. I’ve screwed up the one good thing I had going for me. He might never want to tattoo me again.

“Friends with benefits?” he asks quietly, wiping off excess ink and rubbing my skin with Vaseline.

“Yeah.”

“Alright, if this is fucked-up, it’s your fault. You completely derailed my brain.” He sighs softly as he touches the needles back to my skin.

“My tattoo or us?”

“Both.”

“You don’t have guys asking to sleep with you all the time?” The idea surprises me. Surely I'm not the only guy who thinks he’s hot.

“Not generally, no. Tonight?”

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine.” A slight smile plays at his lips as he works.

We both lapse into silence for a bit. I can hear Kaiden and Raphael, the other two artists, working on their own respective clients. The buzzing of the machines is a comforting sound to me. Too bad white noise machines don’t have tattoo machine noises as an option; they might actually help me sleep then. The Kids Aren’t Alright plays from the speakers and I hum along to it softly.

“So, which do you like? Top, bottom, or doesn’t matter?” he asks quietly, stirring me from my thoughts.

“Bottom, usually. I don’t mind topping once in a while.”

“That works. I’ve almost got the outside outlined. If you need a break, you tell me, alright? You know that.”

“I'm good for right now.”

“I think they interviewed your sister about being a piercer.”

“You’re kiddin’.”

“Serious as a heart attack. You guys don’t look alike.”

“I look like Mama. She looks like him.” I can’t help the extra emphasis I put on the word. It’s all caps in my head. Has been for years.

“Him being your dad?”

“Yeah. Fuckin’ perverted bastard.”

“Whoa. Chill with the ice before you give me frostbite.” He pauses to scoot closer, leaning over me as he works. I don’t know if it’s the hand a couple inches above my hip or the sudden closeness, but I can’t breathe.

“Break.” I barely choke the word out. He leans back immediately.

“You okay?” He sounds worried.

“Gimme a minute. Please.” Shutting my eyes, I try to remember how to breathe. I don’t need to have an anxiety attack. There’s no reason for me to freak out like this. It’s Ransom. He’s not going to attack me.

“You alright?” he asks gently.

“Anxiety.”

“Did I do it or did what we were talking about do it?”

“I don’t know.” It’s several moments before I can breathe again. He doesn’t complain, though. “You can go ahead.”

“Are you still liking your classes?” He goes back to work.

“They’re not bad. I'm excited to graduate, though.”

“Still planning on opening a bakery?”

“Of course. If I ever don’t want to, I'm probably an alien.”

“Do you wanna just come home with me after my shift?”

“Sounds good.”

I don’t complain of it hurting until he starts filling the tattoo in. The pain is more constant now, more of a pulsing throb in each of my ribs. I don’t ask for another break. I don’t want another break.

I exhale shakily in relief once he’s done. I hadn’t realized how tense I was until my muscles relax.

“You needed another break,” he remarks, cleaning my new ink gently. I flinch each time he touches my tender skin.

“I didn’t want one.”

“You’re impossible.” The smirk’s audible in his voice. “Wanna see it? Can I take a pic?”

It looks awesome! It looks straight out of one of the movies, which makes sense ‘cause that’s where the reference pic came from. I love it.

“You rocked it,” I grin, knocking my knuckles against his. His face lights up at the praise.

He doesn’t say anything until after he takes the picture on his phone.

“I'm glad you like it. Remember your aftercare instructions?” he says, pressing Saniderm sheets over the Vaseline-coated tattoo one sheet at a time.

“I might need an extra set of hands covering it. I think I’ve got them memorized.”

“I’ve got Saniderm at home, but you’ll have to get more salve. Not sharing that.”

“You’re willin’ to fuck me but not share your tattoo salve?” I wince as I slide my shirts back on.

“That’s what condoms are for.”

I dig out my wallet and press a fifty dollar bill into his palm.

“That goes in my new car fund,” he jokes, stuffing it into the front pocket of his tight black skinny jeans.

“I’ll be up front, okay?” I squeeze his hand tentatively. He smiles shyly in response.

I buy a couple little jars of tattoo salve before making myself at home in one of the plush chairs in the lobby. This is my biggest piece so far, so I know I’ll go through a lot of salve.

I glance anxiously at my phone once I get comfortable. I haven’t heard from my family since last weekend when I came out as gay. I’ve sent texts, but all I’ve gotten is radio silence. And it hurts. It twists inside me and wraps around my heart and digs in with little thorns until I can barely stand it. “Ready to go?” Ransom asks, startling me. He’s 6’3” and as silent as a housecat. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I just want him to fuck me. And then on tomorrow night, Clare and I will go out and I can drink and forget for a little bit.

“You look pretty upset.” He puts on his coat and shoves a red beanie over his curly hair.

“Drop it. Okay?” The good mood I had when I got here has evaporated.

I barely say a word on the drive to his apartment. I might tell him. I might not. I’ll probably tell Clare later; I tell her everything.

“I'm not sure how you like doing this, but I wouldn’t mind spending a little time with you first,” he remarks in the elevator.

“I don’t really care for porn.”

“I was meaning dinner and talking to you. Not just screwing your brains out.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what I need right now.” I sigh in relief when the elevator stops. I just wanna have sex and feel a little less shitty than I do right now.

“Are you mad at me?”

“It’s not you.”

I barely wait until he’s locked the apartment door behind us before I'm kissing him hungrily. I have to stretch to kiss him; he’s almost a foot taller than I am. He hesitates a moment before he kisses me back. His lips taste like pina colada.

“Have you been drinkin’?” I ask, pulling back. I'm not a rapist. I'm not a monster.

“Lip balm. Like it?” He guides me gently to his white couch. I don’t want gentle. Right now, I don’t need gentle.

“Yeah.”

“Kris, if this is some convoluted self-harm thing, we’re not doing anything tonight. I’m not helping you fuck yourself up.”

“I’m already fucked up. I don’t need help.” I glare at him irritably. I wish he’d quit trying to therapize me and get with the screwing.

“What changed? If you think I’m gonna spread nasty rumors or blackmail you or some shit like that, I’m not. I don’t do that.” He traces the outline of my phoenix tattoo with his forefinger.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Alright? I asked you to drop it, so fuckin’ drop it.” My voice breaks pathetically. Great. Now he’s gonna think I’m moody and pitiful.

“Are you hungry? I’m gonna eat before we do anything, okay?”

“Go ahead. I’m fine.” I haven’t felt like eating for a couple days. I should probably eat something, but it feels like too much effort.

“If you change your mind, just say something.” He squeezes my knee gently before going to the kitchen.

I pull out my phone as soon as he’s gone. Nothing. My messages have been delivered but not answered. I feel like wrapping myself in a blanket and disappearing for a while. Maybe if I’d had some idea this was going to happen, it wouldn’t be as bad. I mean, it’d still be soul-sucking and depressing, but I could’ve at least anticipated. Instead, I’ve been blindsided.

And I feel like absolute crap. He’s nice. Like, he might be the most considerate guy I’ve been with.

“I don’t usually do this,” I murmur, snuggling against him.

“Do what? Stay the night or sleep with your tattoo artist?” He runs his fingers carefully through my hair. Like I might break if he’s anything but gentle.

“Both. I, um, I usually go home. After—After what happened, it’s hard for me to stay the night. Plus, I don’t exactly have the greatest taste in men. No offense. You’re great.” I tense as I wait for him to pepper me with questions. I don’t like talking about why I live in Chicago and not New Orleans. Why I don’t feel safe ever going back. Why I have nightmares so bad I wake up screaming. I don’t want to explain. I don’t feel like explaining. But he’ll ask, so I’ll answer.

“Is there anything I can do to make it less scary? You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

I raise up to stare at him in shock.

“You’re serious?” I whisper.

“Of course.” He brushes his thumb gently along my cheekbone.

“This wasn’t what I expected.”

“The sex or me wanting to help you?”

“The last one.” I go back to lying against his chest.

I hadn’t expected him to care about how big of a deal this is to me. It’s kind of nice.

#my writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #alternate universe #original fiction #original fanfiction #lgbt romance #lgbt fiction #first chapter #kris is a mess

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peachymilkis · 6 years

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NURSE!JIN HOGWARTS AU

- fluff with the tiniest teeny tinest amount of angst

- roughly 2.5K words

-pls enjoy

this is my first one and im starting with ma boy jin cuz im going in age order

pls don’t judge me im new to bullet scenarios

anyway lets get on with it

okay so basically kim seokjin was a star gryffindor whilst he was in hogwarts

perfect grades

head prefect

everyone loved him

and he loved his school

he was always interested in nursing

mostly because his six best friends always ended up in madam pomfreys hospital wing thanks to their rambunctious adventures

so after graduating and two years of training seokjin went on to become a nurse at hogwarts

madam pomfrey absolutely adored him

one day after tending to a first year ravenclaw had accidentally fallen off of their broom and sprained their ankle madam pomfrey called seokjin to her office

“is something the matter?” the young man asked the head nurse in a questioning tone

He was rarely ever called to her office so he became worried if he had accidentally done something wrong

“you know, my dear boy, im just getting too old for this job. i think its time for me to retire.”

seokjins facial features visibly sulked

“no what do you mean? whos gonna be head nurse now? nobodys better than you! youre the best nurse in all of wizarding history you cant just leave!”

poor boy pleaded with his heart

madam pomfrey had become like a mother to him so it did make her sad to leave but the poor thing was too tired to go on

“actually that’s what I want to talk to you about. I really would like it if you became the head nurse”

ma boys jaw dropped to the floor

“me? head nurse?”

what?????

“yes you!”

and like that seokjin was appointed as the new head nurse of hogwarts

news spread like a wildfire all over the school

of course how could it not spread when every student was head over heels with the beautiful wizard

so much so that students would feign injuries just for the chance to be up close and personal with him

now this is where you come in

you were in your final year at hogwarts

ready to graduate and get out of there to get on with your life

obviously you too have heard of the ethereal nurse and the news of him becoming head nurse

you were only two years younger than him so you had had him in a few of your classes when he was still a student himself

you seldom spoke with im but you spoke with him enough to know how naturally flirty he is without even trying

when you two were paired he would always manage to send you a wink or blow you a kiss

you always thought he was weird but that may or may not have been you denying the fluttering of your heart every time he did that

then again you saw it do it to his friends all the time so you quickly got rid of any feelings you may have felt for him

when he graduated you thought that you finally wouldn’t have to deal with seeing with him

even though it did make you a little sad to see him go

but HA you were so wrong

you would sometimes catch him in the hallways

one time he looked back at you and you could’ve sworn he sent you a little eye wink

you quickly walked away and dismissed the thought

one day your in the great hall eating breakfast with you best friend

fifth year ravenclaw jeon jungkook

he also happened to be one of the six best friends of kim seokjin that were earlier mentioned

“i swear i thought he winked at me earlier but its so absurd so im sure im seeing things now.”

you exclaimed to the ravenclaw

he looked at you with this knowing look that you were completely oblivious to

“who knows y/n maybe he likes you or something”

you felt a blush creeping up your neck

“yea right. even if he did wink at me, he winks and blows kisses at other people all the time.”

you scoffed

theres no way he would ever have feelings for you

but the thought still lingered in your mind

Jungkook managed to notice the blush creeping onto your cheeks and smirked

your best friend may or may not have started plotting something

a few days later whilst you and jungkook were walking to lunch

two oddly cheery six years named park jimin and kin taehyung ran towards you two

“y/n jungkook we have to visit hagrid right now!”

jimin grabbed onto your arm and like that all of you ran off to visit hagrids little hut

you were confused but knew better to question the hyper boys who also happened to be your best friends

taehyung knocked hard on hagrids door until hagrid finally opened it

“ey slow down there buddy.”

“hagrid we heard you got a pet dragon!” the hyper hufflepuff yelled

hagrid quickly shushed him and pushed us all inside his hut

“who now told you? it was meant to be a secret!”

“i found out actually! i caught you at diagon alley

said jimin the proud slytherin

hagrid let out of sigh of relief

“at least it was only you who saw.”

“can we see him!?” jungkook asked excitedly

“oh why not?”

hagrid gave in after seeing four puppy faces staring back at him with hope in their eyes

he took out his baby pet dragon

you reached out to pet it but guess what

he got scared and bit you

you yelped and brought your pointer finger to your chest

you looked at the bite mark

“y/n are you okay!?”

“oh no what do we do!?”

“bad Herbert!”

the voices started fading away

oh no youre fainting

well fuck

everything went black

now back to ma boy seokjin

he was having a pretty calm day

no one was in the hospital wing at the moment

but then all of a sudden in come running three male students along with a hagrid and a girl in his arms

“jin hyung we need help ASAP!”

“hyung y/n fainted after being bitten by a baby dragon!”

at the sound of your named jin quickly got to work

“lay her down here ill take care of the rest.”

you pushed everyone out of the hospital wing and focused on getting you all better

a few hours later you opened your eyes

you looked around and realized you were in the hospital wing

you remembered what happened before fainting

“damn Herbert.” you muttered to yourself

you heard a chuckle causing you to jump out of shock

you looked over and realized that you were not alone in the room

jin had actually been sitting on the chair beside the bed

no he hadn’t been watching you while you were sleeping

what???

that would be totally preposterous

lmao he was totally watching you

for a good hour

not in a creepy way tho

your cheeks reddened when you realized how close he was so you quickly sat up

“are you feeling better y/n?”

you nodded still not making eye contact with him

“yeah kind of. my finger still really hurts though.”

jin nodded and got up from his seat

“well the good news is that i managed to get the venom out of your finger. the bad news is you cant do anything with that hand and i have to make sure its all good so you have to stay here for at least three days to recover.”

THREE DAYS?!?!

“what!? three days!?”

theres no way you would survive being alone with jin for the next three days

may i also include that it is friday and those days there are rarely any students that come for injuries

jin laughed this weird windshield wiper laugh that you found oddly cute

“is it that bad spending three days with me?”

YES

“no its just.. you know, it’s the weekend and all..”

you quickly made up a lie

“don’t worry y/n. i will make the next three days as fun as possible for you.”

he gave you this smile with a cheeky little wink that had your heart pounding against you chest

oh lord were you in for a treat

day 1

you were awoken to an entire cart of candy beside you

“mister kim what is all this?”

“ew mister kim sounds weird just call me jin.”

“but anyway. these candies were sent to you from jimin, taehyung, jungkook, and me!”

a big UWU

you smiled happily and excitedly

“aw my best friends are so swee- wait you too?”

jin chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck

damn he looked good

wait what

“well yea, theyre my best friends too so basically that makes us best friends by assotciation!”

another big UWU

your cheeks reddened and you let out a shy smile

“well thank you.”

jins nervous smile quickly transformed into a relieved smile and he started walking away

you don’t know what came over you but

“would you like to join me? these are too many for me to eat on my own and i don’t really like eating by myself. i could use the company.”

you stared at him hopeful

his heart started pounding with delight

“yes of course!”

and basically the rest of the day was spent with you two talking and getting to know each other and eating all the delicious and mysterious snacks that were gifted to you

day 2

jin had woken up extra early with a happier smile and a skip to his step

he walked into the hospital wing and saw you still fast asleep

he walked over to you and brought the blanket over your shoulder as it was a little chillier today

he watched over you for another few minutes with a fond smile on his face before getting back to work

you had been awake for a bit before jin walked in but you freaked out so you pretended to be asleep

so basically you witnessed what happened

your face was so red it’s a surprise jin didn’t notice lol

you wondered throughout the day why your evil best friends hadn’t even bothered to visit you

you definitely didn’t start planning a kill list

later that day you really needed to pee so you got up to go to the bathroom

you started turning the corner when

BAM!

smack dab into jins chest

his first reaction was to gab you before you fell back

so basically you were against his chest with his strong arms holding you tightly to his body

you both stayed like that for a few seconds before you both made eye contact

quickly you both jumped back and started coughing awkwardly and looking anywhere but at each other

“i uh, gotta pee bye!”

you ran to the bathroom faster than a snitch

you slammed your back against the stall door and clutched onto your chest where your heart is

jin stayed still as a rock after you ran off

his face was stuck with the biggest grin that not even any medicine or potion could wipe off

he could still feel your body against his

you could still feel his body wrapped around yours

it felt right

obviously you pushed your feelings back

you fervently avoided jin for the rest of the day

it wasn’t easy but you managed

jin on the other hand wanted to talk to you so badly

he realized he would give you your space though

neither of you could sleep that night

day 3

jin managed to get a good three hours of sleep that night

he would’ve slept in lowkey if he wasn’t determined to talk to you

you on the other hand ended up falling asleep at around 7 in the morning

jin practically ran into the hospital wing at 8 in the morning to find you still sleeping

you ended up sleeping until 3 in the afternoon

you were awoken by jin when he was checking in on your finger

immediately you sat up

you looked up at jin and immediately regretted it

both of you froze again

jin looking down at you with his hand around your tiny wrist

you, sat up on the bed staring into his eyes that were basically traps

your faces were mere inches apart

“y/n”

the way he said that had chills running down your spine

it was just so breathy and his voice was lowered and it was just uGH

you then coughed and immediately looked away

jin sighed and slowly reached his hand under your chin

he carefully and cautiously turned your face to him

without a word he delicately planted his lips onto yours

your eyes opened wide as his closed into the kiss

after a second or two your eyes closed as well and you reciprocated the kiss

he pulled away and looked into your eyes

“y/n i have to tell you something.”

you were still in shock of the kiss but his sentenced immediately brought you back

you turned your face and coughed, trying to remember how to breathe cuz apparently you forgot

“y-yeah what is it?”

you tried sounding as normal as possible

you failed

“i like you.”

your jaw dropped

“huh?”

“i know its really sudden but i really like you and i have for the past four years.”

“wait what? am i being pranked? theres no way. you were always so popular and come on you were a Gryffindor and you were always so flirty with everyone and-“

jin cut you off by laughing

you stared at him dumbfounded

“why are you laughing!?”

“y/n i was never flirty with anyone that wasn’t you, or my six other best friends, who are all male. i know you never noticed but i loved sending you winks and kissy faces because seeing your face redden and run away was just so cute. but i never confessed while i was still a student here. i was a coward.”

you finally eased and let out a chuckle yourself

“wow a cowardly gryffindor. who would’ve thought.”

jin let out a laugh as well and scratched the back of his neck

a nervous habit of his, you’ve noticed

“anyway, is there any way you could give this coward a chance as your boyfriend?”

your heart was beating hard as you smiled shyly

“after you let go of my wrist though.”

jin looked down and realized he had been holding on the your wrist this entire time

he blushed and let go

“oops.”

what a cutie!!

“wait im getting a chance!?”

you nodded and he smushed you in between his arms

once again

it felt right

you were both startled when you heard the doors slam open and in come three boys clapping and holding a big cake that read

‘CONGRATULATIONS ON FINALLY DATING (took you long enough)’

which resulted in jin letting go of the hug and chasing after them

as jin was chasing taehyung and jimin, jungkook ran over to you and gave you a big hug

“so i see my plan worked!”

you pushed him off of you and glared at him

“what plan?”

“my plan to get you into the hospital wing ofc!”

“so you all got me bit by a baby dragon!?!”

oops

and with that jungkook runs away as well

“JEON JUNGKOOK COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!”

and like that had your life become even more eventful

ughhhhh idk how i feel about this but pls give me some feedback and might post a namjoon one next depending on how i feel lol thanks for reading

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