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fortunaestalta · 1 month
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ploo-toe · 8 months
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The Crow and The Mourning Dove: CH 3
SCP-049 x SCP!Reader
Series tags/warnings(18+): fem!reader, slowburn, (eventual)smut, horror, gore/violence,  Assault(mental, physical,sexual), death, unethical experiments, dark, mentions of past trauma, happy ending
Chapter Warnings(18+): Assault(mental, physical,sexual), Gore
Chapter Summary: This had to be it.  He didn’t know how he knew, he could just feel her here.
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Y/n woke abruptly, the sound of the containment doors and slurred voices piercing the air.  Three male guards crossed into the cell, the sneers on their faces on full display, unobstructed by masks or helmets.  Even from a distance she could smell the liquor on their breath, practically tasting it from the pungent stench alone.  One of them stalked across the room towards her with an air of confidence and arrogance that only inebriation could supply.  The closer he came, the more her instincts told her to back away, defend herself, anything.  But she knew better than to act unprovoked, and she wouldn’t dare back down to such scoundrels.  
The guard now towered over her, his putrid breath fanning across her face.  His hand reached to harshly grasp her chin, yanking up and forcing her to look at him.  The others now stood to either side of him.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing?”  The guard moved her from side to side, as if examining her “...for a monster, anyways.”
They moved in tandem, attaching restraints to her wrists and neck.  They made a show of tossing the keys away, laughing as they did so.
The guard appearing to be the youngest of the group jeered at her “I wonder just how human it is under those clothes”.  The grin on his face was sickening.
Y/n jerked against the chains, lunging towards him before being swiftly kneed in the gut by the one in charge.  She keeled over, gasping harshly as the wind was knocked out of her.  He yanked her hair, pulling her up to meet his eyes, standing her so high on her toes that she was barely on the ground at all.  She fights to ignore the sting in her scalp and the bruising in her gut.
“Listen here, bitch.  This is how it’s gonna go.  We heard about your little gossip session with the doc.  So…”  He motioned behind him, the other guards bringing him a large canister.  “You’re gonna learn to play nice, or we’re gonna light this place up like a Christmas tree.”  
She met him with an unwavering glare, not noticing that one of them had walked around until his warmth pressed to her back,  arms wrapped around her, bracing as she struggled against him.
“Relax…” he breathed in her ear.  The other slid his hand up her stomach, his gaze hungry and vile.  She struggled harder at his words, before raising one of her legs.  She swung harshly backwards, electing a pained yelp as she successfully made contact with the guard's shin.  The other stopped groping at her, moving to grab her face, but she was faster, finding satisfaction in the way her teeth tore through his flesh.  They both recovered quickly though, jumping back and grabbing her hard enough to bruise.  Her struggling was fruitless against the both of them, but that didn’t stop her attempts.  
The main one cursed loudly, stalking towards her, canister in hand.  Her eyes fixed on it as he drew closer, her breath quickening.  He tossed the cap aside, pouring the contents over her.  Gasoline. She thrashed harder, but to no avail.  Her pleas were met with sadistic laughter.  The panic in her grew.  He pulled a lighter from his pocket, and it crescendoed.  The lights blew out, a scream tearing at her throat...
049’s head shot up, every muscle pulled taught.   That’s impossible.
“...Y/n?”  She couldn’t be here.  She couldn’t, and yet he was certain it was her.  He would recognize her voice anywhere.  
It was like his body acted without him, barely registering the bite of his restraints as he whipped around to face where the scream had come from.  The bark of the guards around him fell on deaf ears.  The lavender spewing from his containment collar was nothing more than a fly to a cadaver, his instincts taking over.  He had to find her.
The air in the hall had grown tense, a darkness looming around 049, danger itself clinging to his  form.  The guard in front of him stepped forward, ordering him to cease.  Without a thought, 049 yanked his arm forward, the chain meant to restrain him snapping as if it was nothing.  In an instant his hand harshly grasped the guard's neck, violently slamming him into the adjacent wall.  A harsh snap echoed through the hall.  For a moment, he relished in the sickly sweet crimson that coated his fingers.  A snarl escapes his throat, and he jolts forward, the rest of his restraints giving way as easy as the first.  He doesn’t waste another second, darting down the corridor in a hellish blur.
049 let his instincts guide him, throwing himself around an endless series of twists and turns.  The further he went, the more the lights overhead started to flicker.  After a certain point they went out entirely, replaced by the deep red hue of the emergency power.   He slowed, moving with caution as the energy shifted.  The halls up until now had been empty, but this one was something else.  It was as if the entire world had stopped to stare at him; as if he had entered somewhere he didn’t belong.  The air itself felt unnervingly still.  Practically everything about it raised an unnatural sense of dread and alarm. 
And yet, there was still something rooted deep within him that pulled him forward, screamed at him to keep going.  Even when the silence was somehow so deafening that his ears rang, he pushed through, until he stood before a containment cell.  The bolded writing of SCP-2895 loomed over him.  This had to be it.  He didn’t know how he knew, he could just feel her here.  
The thunderous footsteps and shouts of the staff echoed through the corridor, growing closer.  He needed to make haste, time clearly unsympathetic of his priorities.  He moved to the keypad beside the door, trying everything he could think of to get it to work as panic flooded his veins.  No matter what he tried it wouldn’t budge, and he was running out of time.  He stepped back, studying the seal in the center of the door, and noticed a slight indent; a gap.  He rushed forward, digging his fingers into the lip, grunting as he pushed with all his strength in an attempt to force it open.  His arms shook, swears falling freely as the footsteps drew nearer, this had to work.  Then he heard it.  A creak deep within the locking mechanisms.  He pushed harder, feet sliding against the floor as his knees started to buckle.  The sound grew louder, metal denting around his hands.  The gears inside screamed.  The mechanisms began to spark.  Harder.  The door started to budge, the cables and wires fraying.  HARDER.  The mechanisms snapped, giving way.  He did it.  The shouting was just around the corner now, this was no time for celebration.
049 pried the cell doors open and was immediately assaulted by the cacophonous and frenzied carcass of a melody. It was as if thousands of frantic songs mashed together to create a horridly pained orchestra. He scanned the room, taking note of the guards writhing on the floor in the dim glow, choking on the blood pooling in their throats, before he spotted her. 
Sat curled in on herself on the floor, was Y/n.  049 stopped breathing.  His entire body froze.  She was here.  He didn’t hear the footsteps and shouts behind him,  didn’t register the tranquilizer that pierced his skin, didn’t feel the violent shock of the cattle prod on his side or the impact of the floor as he fell.  Even as he lost consciousness, his eyes never left her form, arm half raised toward her.
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the-fangirlfreak-16 · 11 months
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Rating: T
Word Count: 8,277
Chapter: 2/?
Chapter Summary:
“I’ve been working to get practices for my hockey kids underway, and while that’s been fine in and of itself, I have a player who has me at odds end. See, he’s one of my best, and he’s always been a team player ever since he joined his freshman year. But as of late, his grades have been significantly tanking, and if he doesn’t work to get them up immediately, I’ll be forced to remove him from the team. Both he and I would be very appreciative if you’d be willing to help with perhaps tutoring him.”
Donnie wanted to say no.
Or: Donnie has a choice to make.
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I probably don’t deserve the internet 💀
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slightlyconceited · 10 months
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@frckledalchemiist
     Without Michael home to talk about whatever class they shared at the university, Slightly was left to entertain Varian. Usually he would be in better spirits and a better companion—and Varian himself was someone he got along with surprisingly well considering how different they were on paper—but today he had to suffer Sly venting to him about the recent dramas in his personal life. “So, yeah. I’m not gonna try to date for a while…It just kinda sucks that I just found out I like guys and lost my chance to really figure that out. You know, I was this close to hooking up with a stranger after my last show. Who knows how bad that could have turned out?”
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shadowgasp · 2 years
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CR c3e30 spoilers
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Hi, I absolutely love Into the Thick of It and wonder if you have any inclination to write more of it? Completely understand that Life happens, and that priorities can shift at any time, so I’m not here to pressure you at all. Just a small note of appreciation and hope for future chapters whenever the fancy strikes you :)
Hello love!
Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your feedback for the fic. I do have a little bit of storyline for Into The Thick Of It ans you are absol right. Life happened left and right so I was not able to get back to it
But I am hoping that I get to touch it soon enough for a good conclusion :)
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