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dangerousduckcloud · 4 months ago

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Flowerbeds make up for a nice eternal rest

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“Looks like your loyalty was worth nothing.” Steph said, the man grunted and pressed the barrel of the gun even tighter, your panic levels spiking up at realizing the man had no reason to keep you alive now. And so, the gun went off.

Chapter 9 < > Chapter 11

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Everyone that could was running, getting away from the men who began shooting in the air to scare everyone, screams, crying and laughing were everywhere, with the men ordering everyone to turn in everything of value.

“Stay. Here.” Cass ordered you, leaving you behind a counter inside one of the food establishments, changing into a simple, black sweatshirt you’d bought and putting on a domino mask she grabbed from who knows where.

You raised your head a bit over the counter, noticing both Steph and Damian were wearing the same. Had they been carrying the masks the whole time? Did they have a secret stash with their uniforms all over the city?

“Pretty low for you to hit on a mall, Two-Face.” Steph taunted him. Damian hidden behind a turned over table, speaking to something in his ear, most likely asking for backup, as they didn’t have their whole gear. “Is it the age? You can’t hit on banks anymore?”

“SHUT UP!” The raspy voice screamed, a shot ringing through now the mostly empty food court. His good face was facing your side, it was obvious to anyone that he’d been —still is— quite handsome, a heartbreaker that changed into a bonebreaker.

The thugs had moved all the unlucky citizens who hadn’t had the chance to escape to a circle in the middle of the food court, one of the henchmen with his finger closer to the trigger than you would like to, but as much as you wanted to help, you had no idea how, and knew you would be more of a distraction to the vigilantes rather than helpful.

Cass was nowhere to be seen, Steph was still taunting Two-Face, and Damian hadn’t moved from his place behind the table, his eyes focused on the hostages and the nearest exits.

The revving of a bike was getting closer and closer, and time slowed down; from the hole in the wall, a blur of red and black jumped inside the mall, jumping off his bike and pulling out two guns from the holsters inside his jacket, shooting at the goons pointing at the hostages, their guns clattering to the floor, where a shadow landed on them with enough force and precision to break the triggers.

“Hey, jackass.” Red Hood’s voice modulator reverberated. “Pick on someone your size.”

Chaos ensued. Both Red Hood and Cass were battling the goons, with Hood getting closer and closer to Two-Face. He was hell bent on spending his whole magazine on Steph, the blonde dodging every bullet, so Jason was using the distraction for his advantage. Damian had hurriedly run towards the hostages and directing them towards an exit, a lost toddler separated from her family in his arms.

It was mesmerizing to see them in action, wordlessly communicating and moving with such finesse and grace only someone who had several years of experience could do.

And while you were obsessing over them —most specifically, Jason—, you failed to notice a man sneaking on you, a dirty hand covering your mouth, the other with a gun to your head.

Seriously, twice in less than a month?

The goon forced you to stand up, leaving your hiding spot and out into the open area.

“Leave the boss alone or I’ll blow her head off.”

Just like that, the fighting ceased.

“I swear if you do anything to her, I’ll—”

“Oh, ho, did I pick a lucky one?” The man mocked him, his putrid breath invading your nose. “Is this the big, bad, Red Hood’s little bitch? I said, let the boss go or she gets it.”

Your wide eyes could only see the white eyes of his helmet, but you wanted, needed to see his face, to see those emerald eyes and tell you everything was going to be alright.

Not a second had passed that the glove holding the charred arm of the rogue let go, the man wasted not time on pointing his gun towards the vigilantes, grabbing a bag that’d been filled with the belongings of the hostages and escaped through the hole in the wall.

“Looks like your loyalty was worth nothing.”

Steph said, the man grunted and pressed the barrel of the gun even tighter, your panic levels spiking up at realizing the man had no reason to keep you alive now.

And so, the gun went off.

———

“I’m… Really sorry.”

“It’s alright, Steph.”

“I sweat this doesn’t happen often.”

The paramedics checked you over, letting you go back home at seeing you didn’t have any injury besides the imprint of the gun, that should disappear soon.

Cass, Steph, and Damian had changed the black hoodies for their regular clothes, the domino masks hidden in their pockets. Red Hood was talking to Commissioner Gordon, going over what had happened.

As soon as Alfred saw you walk out into the parking lot, he walked over the four of you, worried, his focus shifting mainly to you once he’d learned about the incident, going back inside the car after assuring him for the umpteenth time that you were fine.

You were now standing under the midday sun in the now mostly empty parking lot; the paramedics were wrapping up treating the hostages, thankfully the worst some people needed were bandages for scratches made with the debris from the explosion.

Jason had finished talking with the police and was now making his way towards you.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing you said to him. “If I’d been paying attention, he… He wouldn’t have caught me.” He was now being shoved in the back of a police car, the ringing from the shot still in your ears, a sound the paramedics had explained would disappear on its own. “Two-Face wouldn’t have escaped.”

“It’s alright, Jane.” The mechanical voice said. If you had your druthers, you would prefer to hear his deep, sweet voice, not a robot, but you would take what you could get. “These things happen, we’ll catch him, don’t worry. Now, you.” He said while looking at Damian, who had been unusually quiet and with pink tinted cheeks the whole time. “That shit you pulled was dangerous, Jane could’ve been badly hurt.”

“I saved her, did I not?”

“More by miracle than anything else. We’ll talk about it later, and I will tell Dickhead about this.”

“Tt.”

Damian got inside the car, closing the door with more force than necessary. Both Cass and Steph got inside as well, leaving the door opened for you.

“Are you alright?”

“I will be.”

“Hm.” With his helmet on, you couldn’t even guess what he was thinking or looking at, with just a slight movement of his head that looked as if he was checking on you, not trusting your words. “I need to get my bike back before some idiot tries to steal it. I’ll see you at the manor, yeah?”

“Yeah, thanks, Ja—Hood.”

———

Even with all the chaos, your new clothes had been safe underneath one of the tables, now putting them away in the dresser that’d laid empty for several weeks now.

While walking out of the walk-in closet, a small figure outside your room startled you, a hand going up your chest. “Damian! You scared me.”

“That was the intention.”

You scoffed, with a fond smile on your face, grabbing another shirt from the bed, putting it on a hanger.

“Is there something you need?”

“I—” He shifted from side to side, once again rubbing his thumb and pointer finger together. “It appears the course of action I took this morning could have ended in an unfortunate result. Regardless, I would like to appeal to my case by—”

“Damian.” You left the hanger on the bed, taking three big steps to put your arms around his face, leaving a gentle kiss on top of his head. “Thank you for saving me.”

You expected him to get defensive, to push you away with something along the lines of ‘do not touch me, you imbecile.’, but you were surprised by how easy he relaxed in your embrace, his head lolling to the side and resting on your shoulder.

Just when was the last time someone had hugged him?

“Are… Are your ears better? Shall I call Pennyworth?”

“No, I’m fine. They don’t ring anymore.” You rustled his hair, this time earning a small groan from him, and went back inside the room. “Wanna help me put these away?”

Damian was full of surprises today; in lieu of escaping from the chore, he followed you inside, sitting with his legs crossed on your bed, simply handing you the hangers. It wasn’t the help you needed, but it was the one expected of a ten-year-old, glad he was behaving like one.

“So, San Francisco, huh? You were with the Titans?”

“Teen Titans, yes. Father sent me there for the summer to… ‘learn’ teamwork.” He quoted the word ‘teamwork’. “Useless, I do not need anyone else, I have gone against several high-trained assassins, unscathed. A simpleton like Mad Hatter could hardly best me, even if I were gravely injured.”

“There’s a difference between fighting trained, controlled people and fighting unstable ones.” Your voice was muffled from the walls of the closet, getting clearer when you walked out. “You might think you can predict their movements, but they could do something else entirely different.”

“Thus, you are saying I should do a deeper analysis of their personalities to comprehend and predict their actions and movements.”

“No.” You groaned, sitting next to him. “Forget everything I said. Teamwork is important, for starters, fights can end quicker and with less, or no casualties than if you were alone. Imagine this; you need to reach something on a high shelf, but it’s way taller than you, and there are no chairs or ladders around, and you can’t climb it because it’s fragile and adding more weight will break it. So, what do you do? Recognize your limitations and ask for help, or climb the shelve, destroying it?”

“I… Assume the shelf are the civilians that could get hurt if I attempt to do so on my own?”

“Exactly.” That was absolutely not what you had in mind, but it was clever as hell, so you took it. “The smartest of people are those that recognize where they lack in knowledge and abilities, the ones that are not afraid to ask for help. Ignorants are those who believe they know it all and refuse to learn.”

“She’s right, you know.” A third voice said, how long had he been there? “She called you an ignorant for not wanting to learn to work in a team.”

“Jason.” You exclaimed, curtly. Him walking into your room and spinning the desk chair, arms resting on the back rest. “That is not what I said.”

“Father always tells the League he works alone.”

“If by ‘alone’ you mean him and all his children, sure.”

"I... Shall think about it."

Damian all but escaped your room, leaving you and Jason in silence. He was looking out the window, the light drizzle that’d started as soon as you got to the manor was hitting your window, the soft pity-patter the only sound. You stood up, resuming your chore of putting everything away.

“So, what was that about? The whole ‘teamwork is good’ and all that.”

“I asked him what he was doing in San Francisco. He said Bruce sent him there.”

“Oh yeah.” He turned to look at you. “I was there when Bruce made the choice. The Demon Spawn deserved it, truly. Almost ruined the whole mission.”

A frown appeared on your face. “With his dad saying ‘I work alone’ all the time, are you really surprised he tries to do everything by himself? Not to mention the kind of place he was raised for the first eight years of his life. You can’t really just say ‘hey, don’t do this’ and expect him to stop, specially not when the rest of his family is doing the opposite.”

You popped your head out of the closet, thinking maybe he’d left you talking alone when you didn’t hear the expected retort.

He was deep in thought, elbows resting on the backrest, his fists covering his mouth.

“Whatever, Timmbers says there’s something you should see in the cave.”

———

You hadn’t been in the cave after the incident. As impressive as it was, there just wasn’t a reason for you to be down here, not to mention it brought back memories of that night, feeling queasy about your close encounter with Scarecrow.

When Jason told you to come down here, you were half-expecting to see the portal opened, or at least some plans on how to get back, or something related to your situation, but the gun laid still discarded on a table.

There were voices down there, recognizing the cheerful one as Dick’s.

“Yeah, Timmy’s been working on it non-stop, he’s made great advancements, but he was straining himself, even more than usual, so I benched him from the cave until he’s slept for at least eight hours straight.”

A rich, booming chuckle was heard, follow by a voice you naturally associate with that of a natural leader, a great voice to give out speeches and fill people with hope.

“We’re working on it as well, but I don’t—Oh, you must be Jane!” Right there, in front of you, was the buffiest man you’d ever seen, a vibrant cape billowing behind him, wearing a tight, blue and red suit. “Nice to meet you, my name is—”

“Superman.” You said in awe, voice small but not an issue for him to hear, cautiously walking to him. “You’re—you’re really him.” Dick chuckled, and just now you noticed he was filming your reaction with his phone.

“I’m really me.” He laughed. “I was told you wanted to meet me.”

“You’re—But… Whoa.” You were acting like an idiot. “Can you really fly?”

He nodded. “Would you like to see the sunset at two thousand meters?”

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zoroslost · 10 months ago

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Pining!Zoro takes up smoking while away on Gloom island because he misses Sanji and the smoke smells like him.

Zoro recognizes the signs of missing his crew as soon as they're separated. And he feels the pull to be together with his Nakama again as soon as he sees Luffy's declaration in the paper but he doesn't realize that he's feeling the cook's absence differently until he finds Mihawk smoking one day about 3 months into his stay on Gloom Island.

He's not oblivious to the effect the cook has on him. Zoro's known that his feelings for the cook were different from his feelings toward the rest of his nakama since the beginning. He'd recognized that the feelings he had toward the airheaded blonde were romantic since Thriller Bark, when he couldn't stand the thought of the other being gone. He was, however, shocked to realize just how much influence Sanji's presence had on him.

The instant he registered the heavy scent of the cigarette, he felt his body and mind relax as a feeling of warmth washed over him. It smelled like home. He wanted to be surrounded by it. Zoro sank down against the wall and started cleaning his swords to remain in the feeling for just a bit longer.

When Zoro prepared to sleep that night, he was surprised to find the scent had woven itself into his clothes. Not wanting to separate from the smell, he pulled his robe over himself when he laid down. Blanked in the smell, he could almost feel the rocking of the hammocks as he drifted off to the most restful sleep he'd had since he was last on the Sunny.

He feels lighter and more focused when training for the next few weeks, but he can feel that fading away as the heady scent fades from his robe, leaving a hollow chasm in his chest. He thought he'd been doing a decent job of keeping his emotions internal but he's proven wrong when Perona snaps at him while they're all eating silently, "What the hell crawled up your ass and died. I'm already stuck here with you two depressing guys don't make it any worse than it needs to be."

"I'm not doing anything," Zoro growls back at her.

"Yes you are!" she complains, "You're just being all-" she gestures vaguely to the way he's sitting at the table. He raises an eyebrow at her."

"You're morose," Mihawk clarifies unhelpfully.

"Exactly!" she points at him in accusation, "You're sulking! You've been more bearable recently what happened?"

"I'm just tired of being stuck with your annoying ass," he snipes back.

"I'm a fucking joy," the ghost girl shouts at him, before settling down as she ponders. "Anyway, that's not it. Your mood changed abruptly about 2 weeks ago and you've been tolerable. What happened 2 weeks ago..."

"If I remember correctly," Mihawk interjects boredly, "the only thing unusual that happened was that I was smoking." Zoro stiffens, waiting for the girl to put the pieces together.

"You smoke?" she asks with visible confusion. Zoro rolls his eyes. She chews the information over in her mind and can see the exact moment she figures it out, a grin overtaking her face. "You don't have a nicotine addiction, you just like someone that does."

"Shut up," he growls in warning.

Her grin stretches wider, "Oh-ho I was right. There was a smoker on your crew right?"

"Shut up," he repeats, louder this time.

"It's that blonde guy isn't it, the one with the weird eyebrow?"

"Fuck off!" he slams his fist down on the table hard as he stands.

"Hororororo~"

"If it keeps you focused, you can just have some," Mihawk says dryly as he slides a pack of cigarettes and a lighter toward him on the table.

He snatches them up and storms off, ignoring the obnoxious laughter coming through the door behind him.

The cigarettes sit forgotten in Zoro's room for a while before he remembers that he has them.

He doesn’t really like smoking but he takes to carrying around a pack of cigarettes just to light one just to let the scent hang in the air. After a while, he starts taking one or two inhales of the cigarette just to imagine what Sanji tastes like. He hates how pathetic it makes him feel.

He’s not addicted but it becomes a comfort mechanism and he knows he won’t be able to stop the habit once the crew is back together. He also would rather die than admit the reason he started so he has no choice but to keep it secret. Sanji's constant smoking keeps him from engaging in the bad habit for the most part but on the nights he’s alone on watch and feeling lonely, he takes to lighting one and taking a few breaths to

He never intends for anyone to find out but after the cook leaves for Whole Cake, the habit starts up again in full force to the point that everyone notices. No one says anything but he can tell by the way they look at him that they know why the habit started.

Sanji doesn't find out until the celebration of the defeat of Kaido. He must've run out of cigarettes at some point because he complains to the other straw hats that he wishes that he had a damn cigarette.

"Why don't you just ask Zoro for one?" Ussop pipes up and Zoro goes still, silently cursing the other in his head for ignoring the fact that they haven't been bringing it up for a reason damn it.

Sanji's eyes flick to Zoro before settling on Ussop, eyebrow raised in confusion, "Why the hell would the shitty swordsman have any cigarettes? He doesn't smoke."

Ussop must feel the murderous vibes that Zoro is sending his way because he starts sweating nervously and quickly starts to run away, "Whoops, I hear someone calling for me, bye." They both stare after him in silence as he dashes toward the Sunny.

'Fucking idiot aren't you supposed to be a master liar or whatever, cover your ass better than that,' Zoro thinks bitterly. He can feel the cook's eyes on him, 'Fuck!'

"What the hell was that about? You take up smoking to fill the void I left in your heart or something Mosshead?" Sanji teased with a smirk on his face, subconsciously reaching into his pocket for a cigarette before remembering that he didn't have any.

Zoro grounded his teeth together, 'If I don't tell him now and he finds out later he'll bitch about this forever.' Tensely, he pulled the half-empty packet out of his pocket and held it out to the cook without looking at him as he grumbled, "'or something."

The cook didn't move for a few beats, just staring at the swordsman. Zoro could feel his face heating up as he kept his eyes firmly downcast, as he waited for the shitty cook to take them, "Are you gonna take 'em or not shit cook."

His rough tone must've broken Sanji out of his stupor because he jumped slightly before reaching out and taking the pack from Zoro's outstretched hand, fingertips barely brushing the other's palm in a way that made Zoro's heart flutter annoyingly. He silently removed one from the pack and fished his lighter out of his pocket, lighting the end and taking a deep breath of nicotine. Zoro let his eye fall shut as he felt his body relax unwillingly with the cook's exhale causing the smell of smoke to settle around them.

They sat in silence for a while, Zoro content to let the other think he was asleep while he listened to the sounds of the cook preparing their food. He was jolted out of his meditative state as a cold bottle was pressed against his cheek. He opened his good eye lazily to look up at the cook who was pressing a nice bottle of booze against his cheek and holding a freshly prepared batch of onigiri.

Sanji's head was turned away but Zoro was transfixed at the slight flush that was climbing up the other's neck. He took the other's offerings gently and Sanji walked back to the kitchen to keep working.

"'s nice to know that I was missed," Sanji said so quietly that Zoro barely heard him over the sounds of the kitchen and the party outside. He didn't say anything more, but Zoro could hear what the cook was really trying to say: 'thanks...'

Zoro smiled to himself, taking a deep drink, "don't let it happen again."

Sanji hummed his agreement.

#I wrote this like 3 months ago and refuse to leave it in my drafts any longer #im only on dressrosa but i have vague knowledge of wci and wano so i hope it is compliant ish #im a big sucker for pining!zoro #one piece #ronoroa zoro #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #zosan #homegrown worms #my writing

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meownotgood · 2 years ago

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bloodthirst. / hayakawa aki

When your mission goes horribly wrong, you and Aki are left injured and cornered. Thankfully, for a devil like you, healing your injuries is easy. All you need to do is drink a human's blood.

pairing: hayakawa aki x gn!reader

word count: 6.4k

tags: 18+, blood play, blood sucking, biting, dry humping, grinding, finger sucking, praise, reader is a devil hybrid, aki is a bit mean, power imbalance (aki is the reader's superior), reader refers to aki as "sir"

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

God, he's stupid.

If only he was smarter, if only Aki had used his brain for more than two seconds and maybe considered the fact that the devils would ambush you both like this, then maybe this wouldn't have been happening right now. If only he was stronger, strong enough to hold his own against the devil horde, instead of needing to rely on some insolent, disgusting devil to protect him and drag him to safety. Stupid.

Aki's hand returns to clutch his side the second he's finished barricading the door. There's a pounding in his head, and a dull sting coming from right under his ribcage, where one of the devils lashed him. He can feel blood, warm and wet as it soaks through the fabric of his shirt, pooling over his palm, staining his skin crimson.

Shit, shit, shit- You're hurt, what do we do? We're so fucking screwed-

Your voice barely registers over the ringing in his ears and the haze quickly overtaking his mind. Aki stumbles backwards, and when his back hits the wall of the small storage room, he slides down, collapsing on the ground. His side hurts like all hell, but there's also an ache coming from his ankle; he tripped while the two of you were running away, and with his luck, he probably sprained the damn thing.

I just, what the hell are we supposed to do?! Neither of us can fight like this, are we gonna die? We're gonna-

"Fucking- Shut up, will you?" Aki snaps, wincing the second the words finish leaving his mouth. Just trying to speak hurts. He presses his palm firmer against his side, grunting from the immediate sharp sting of pain. "We're not… We're not gonna die. Just calm down."

At least, Aki thinks you're not gonna die.

Damn devils, they're craftier than he thought they'd be. When he first got the call for this mission — Yeah, it's a bunch of little devils, not sure what they are, but they seem pretty weak — Aki assumed the two of you would be able to handle this by yourselves, no problem. But when you arrived at the scene, "a bunch of little devils" turned into a swarm of them, and "they seem pretty weak" turned out to be an outright lie. Perhaps he should have asked for more back-up.

Either way, you're not gonna die. Aki will find a way out of this, he always does. He has to, because with the way you're currently pacing about, gnawing nervously on your fingernails, muttering anxiously to yourself, it's pretty safe to assume you won't be of much help.

There must be some way, something he can — No, he can't move. Maybe you can, no, shit, that's not gonna work…

"Aki?"

Your voice rouses Aki from his thoughts. You've stopped pacing now, that's good. But you're still shifting from heel to heel, a nervous expression on your face, your hand pressed to a particularly nasty scrape on your cheek. "You have a plan, right?"

Aki leans back until his head hits the wall with a gentle thunk. He exhales an exasperated sigh, blowing air out through his mouth in an attempt to push his sweaty bangs out of his face.

No, he doesn't have a plan. In what world would he have a fucking plan for this?

"How well can you move? On a scale of one to ten." Aki asks through ragged breaths, his mouth hung open, his chest rising and falling with vigor. Sweat is beginning to form at his brow in little droplets, cascading down to drip from his jaw.

You answer, "Like, a six? Or a six and a half?" You're staring down at your feet like your untied shoelaces hold the key to get out of here, and you press your palm further into your cheek.

"I can move okay. But I don't have enough blood to transform… I can take your sword but I- I don't know how to use it."

Aki stares listlessly at your shadow projected on the ceiling, traveling back and forth as you begin to pace again.

There's no way he's moving, that's out of the question. If he stands up, he's just going to hurt his ankle, putting him out of commission even more than he already is. And he can't summon Kon here, either — She'd eat the devils, sure, but she'd also probably topple the whole building. Guaranteed extermination of the devils means nothing if the two of you are left buried under a pile of rubble.

Aki racks his brain as much as his headache will allow. If he can't do anything, then his only hope is to rely on you. Yeah, he really doesn't want to do that, but he's not sure he has a choice in the matter. And if you're going to help him, if you're going to be of any use…

Right then, Aki remembers something he was told shortly after he became acquainted with you. He found it hard to believe at first, but he eventually came to terms with the fact that you're a devil, but not an ordinary sort of devil. No, his boss would be too kind to stick him with someone who's at all easy to understand. You're not just a devil, but a human as well, and this means that unlike normal devils, there's a way you can recover some of your strength. A way you can regenerate, in simple terms.

Aki leans forward, off of the wall, his back slumping. "Hey, devil."

You freeze in place, turning towards him and standing to attention the second you hear his stern voice. Aki's eyes meet yours for what must be the first time in hours; his eyelids are heavy with exhaustion, but his gaze is as sharp as ever. He gives you a once over, his shoulders tensing, the bridge of his nose knotting up with slight irritation.

"Do you think if you can transform, you can get us the hell out of here?"

"I… I think so. Yessir," You stutter, nodding your head feverishly, although you don't sound too sure of yourself.

Aki's lips purse into a thin line for a moment, before he replies, "And you can heal by drinking someone's blood, right?"

Your eyes widen, your posture straightens. "I can. Yeah."

"Alright, okay." Aki leans back again. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat when he swallows, and with one hand still pressed deft to his side, blood beginning to drip down his knuckles, he uses the other to gesture towards you, crooking a shaky finger in his direction. "C'mere."

You hesitate for a second, but when Aki grumbles out, Hurry up, you're swiftly stumbling over to him on unsteady feet. You walk to stand by his side, kneeling down beside him. Your fingers twiddle in nervousness as you fold your hands in your lap, staring at him with anticipation.

Aki twists, huffing a frustrated breath when he scoots back to prop himself up more. His free hand comes to grasp your chin, his fingers trembling slightly, his touch smearing his blood over your skin. He yanks you forward rather roughly, his thumb ghosting over your lips, his eyes locked onto yours.

You can hear the sound of his breathing: heavy, shaky, like it takes a lot of effort just to expel the air from his tired lungs. You're so lost in the way he's staring at you, the determined look in his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, sweat dripping from his forehead, his lips quivering ever-so slightly — You almost miss it when he quietly commands through half-gritted teeth, "Hold still. And open your mouth."

The harsh tone of his voice makes you obey before you're even thinking about it. You press your hands firmly to your knees to steady yourself, your lips parting open — Aki squeezes your cheeks, his eyes narrow, and he shoots you a look so sharp you're sure it could cut right through you. He scolds you between ragged breaths: "No… No. Wider. Don't make me say it again."

Your mouth opens wider, wider, but you hardly have time to complain about the way your jaw begins to ache. Aki brings two of his blood-soaked fingers, middle and index to your lips, wasting no time shoving them in.

His movements are clumsy, forced; Aki presses his fingertips to your tongue, and he shoves the digits so far down your throat you feel like gagging, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You can taste his blood on your tongue, metallic and sharp, stale. Rich like his cigarettes, and so fucking delicious. Your senses feel heightened, your heart pounding faster, your face heating up.

Shit, you shouldn't be doing this, should you? You're not sure if this is appropriate, a devil drinking a devil hunter's blood, and your superior, fucking Hayakawa's blood, no less. You swear you heard somewhere that devils can get put down for something like this. But, do you really have a choice in the matter? Aki is the one who instructed you to do this, and even if he hadn't, how else were the two of you supposed to get out of this mess? Listening to whatever he tells you to do is the best call here, surely.

Either way, it doesn't matter. You don't have the time to debate about what you should or shouldn't be doing, and now that you've had a drop, now that you know how good Aki tastes, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself, not even if you tried.

Your knees are starting to shake — You're losing your balance, and it makes things ever the more clumsier. Aki tries to hold your face still, but you're wobbling and teetering, choking on his fingers, pulling back from him instinctively when he shoves them in too far.

"Tch," Aki scoffs, and you gasp when he suddenly drags his fingers out of your mouth. He eyes them with a look of disgust, his lips pursing, and he promptly wipes your saliva off on his pant leg. "Dammit, didn't I tell you to hold still? You're making this difficult."

"Sorry, sir."

Aki winces when he presses his hand to his side once more, soaking his fingers in more of his own blood. "Try again," He commands, holding your face tightly, tapping his finger against your cheek to coax your mouth to open for him.

"Don't move so much this time, and make sure you lick it all up. The more blood you get, the sooner we can get the hell out of here. Got it?"

With your mouth open wide, and with Aki already shoving his fingers back in, all you can do is nod.

He's a little gentler this time, a little more patient, carefully smearing blood from his fingertips over the flat length of your tongue. You're still shifting, although not as much as before; Aki notices when your hand slips from your knee to his leg, gripping him tightly to keep your footing.

Aki sighs. His free hand shifts to your waist, and he carefully pushes you closer — Come here. — until you're climbing over him, your legs on either side of him. And then, when your knees tremble and start to give out, you're plopping your weight on top of him, settling into his lap. Aki tries not to notice, but your weight pressed against him makes his breath hitch in his throat, and causes his heart to pound just a little bit faster.

He's unable to take his eyes off of you, both from the display, and from how close you are; your tongue swirls around the length of his fingers, and your eyelids grow heavy, gaze lust-filled as you eagerly taste his blood. When you've licked up everything, his digits soaked from your saliva, you bob your head. Your soft lips wrap around the base of his fingers, his digits practically down your throat.

Your gaze flickers upward, then, until you're staring at him with doe eyes, with a look that's a mix of desire and indecision. Aki swallows down the lump in his throat, and he watches as you give his fingers a gentle suck, as if you still need more, as if you're trying to suck the blood right out of his pores.

Feeling the pressure, Aki abruptly drags his fingers out of your mouth again. He eyes you up and down; you wait for him to tell you to get off of him, to scold you for what you're trying to do. Instead, he simply clears his throat awkwardly, before he asks, "So? Can you transform now?"

Your tongue darts out to lick the remaining smears of blood from your lips. "I don't think so. Sorry. It takes a lot more blood if I get it in this way."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll regenerate faster if the blood is fresh."

Aki's eyes widen. He shoves his bottom lip between his teeth, and he glances towards the door; still barricaded, for now. And although there's no sign of the devils, if he focuses hard enough, he can hear a faint scratching sound, the echo of the devil's claws as they scrape against the door.

Aki doubts they'll be able to get in for a while, considering the way he's blocked the entryway. But they know where the two of you are, they're clearly growing impatient, and he's losing blood, lots of blood. It's beginning to drip and pool below him, collecting in a deep crimson puddle on the concrete floor. Fuck, can he even afford to lose any more?

It doesn't matter, he can't think about it. He can't hesitate, he just can't. He's already a liability, anyways, and there's no time to lose. If Aki wants to have any hope of getting out of here, he needs to place his full trust in you.

Aki grips his side again, pressing his palm firm to his wound to try and lessen the bleeding. He reaches up with his free hand, grasping his tie, loosening it. He pops the first few buttons on his dress shirt. Then, Aki hooks a finger around his collar, tugging it down, tilting his head up, exposing the bare skin of his nape.

"C'mon, then." Aki's eyes flicker down, then back to your face, gesturing exactly what he means. "Bite me."

"Are… Are you sure I should-"

"Fuck, just do as I say." Aki orders, speaking through a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping.

You eye him up and down. Your throat feels dry, your mouth starting to water. Aki's chest rises and falls, rises and falls. You can see the way his blood covers his hand, the way it pools onto the ground, echoing a faint drip, drip sound when the droplets splatter onto the concrete.

When he sees you start to lean in, Aki allows his eyes to flutter shut, his head hazy. He focuses on his breathing: in, out. Nice and slow. Calm down, just relax. Just make sure you stay awake — Your breath is warm when it fans out over his skin, your lips are soft when they hesitantly press to the nape of his neck — You'll be out of this soon, it'll be fine, it'll be…

Aki inhales a sharp breath in through his teeth, feeling an instant, searing hot pain as soon as your incisors sink into his soft, tender flesh. You bite down hard, breaking a layer of skin; a small wound forms, and you suck on it harshly, drawing flesh blood.

His hand flies up to grip your shoulder, and his hips squirm a little under your weight. Beneath your lips, you can feel the way Aki's pulse thrums eagerly, and in your ears, you can hear the way his breath comes out quicker, shallower.

You're so damn close, shoved up against him on his lap. So close he can feel you — One of your hands is pressed deft to his chest, feeling the pound of his heartbeat, and the other gripping his jaw, tilting his head up to give you better access to his neck. So close, Aki can fucking smell you, so sweet and intoxicating, your scent mixed with the sharp, metallic smell of blood that lingers in the air.

And when your tongue presses to his skin, your breath warm, your mouth wet, the wound stinging when your tongue flicks, licking up more of his blood — Aki exhales a shuddery groan, and he drags his hand up to squeeze your neck, then up further to carefully hold the back of your head.

"S-Shit," Aki gasps, his grip tightening on your hair, "Is that… is that not enough? Are you sure you- Oh, fuck-"

Aki stutters into a moan when you shift on his lap, grinding your hips against where he's growing stiff beneath you, your teeth nipping at a new, tender spot on his nape. His cock is tenting his slacks, throbbing incessantly, already so fucking hard, and your mouth sucking bruises into his neck just makes him throb even harder.

His head feels woozy, his whole body overwhelmed by the intoxicating combination of pain and pleasure. Your hips grind against his cock, making his side throb, but his whole body tingle. Your mouth feels hot on his neck: soft lips and sharp teeth, so rough, but so gentle at the same time.

God, he's so fucking hard; was all of this just because of how close you are, just from your mouth on his neck? Aki feels dribbles of precum soak his boxers when you grind down on him once more — This time, with much more deliberation. Soft, little whimpers fall from his mouth, punctuated by shaky breaths.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Aki's eyelids flutter, his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head, and he whines when you roll your hips into his stiff cock, "You're- I c-can't, I-"

You freeze, suddenly. Aki catches his breath as you pull back, wiping the blood smeared on your lips with the back of your hand. When you meet his eyes, Aki is staring at you with a pathetic, desperate look in his gaze, his pupils blown wide. You watch as it shifts into annoyance, the bridge of his nose knotting up, his jaw clenching, his hands moving to firmly grip your hips.

Aki grinds you down onto him in tandem with his hips bucking upward. He grunts softly, his eyes shut, and little rocks of his hips grind his hard cock between your legs. When he speaks again, his voice is weak, but it still has an irritated, stern tinge to it, the kind of tone you only hear when he's scolding you: "Don't stop, don't fucking stop. That's an order."

Aki begins to rock his hips slightly, shaky moans and gasps falling from his lips. His mouth is parted, his face is flushed out: a shade almost as red as the blood that's beginning to soak through the fabric of his suit jacket, painting his white dress shirt in a shade of vivid crimson.

His hands trail up, up, feeling the curves of your sides, smearing blood from his palms over your shirt. He grips you tightly, guiding you to grind down on him to a deep, slow rhythm. "That's it," Aki praises; he can feel the delicious friction on his stiff cock, even through his slacks. He's so hard it aches. "God, just like that, juuuust like that."

Your hands move to grab his shoulders to steady yourself, and after a particularly strong grind down and thrust up, Aki suddenly gasps — One of his hands flies to grip his side, his eyes screw shut, and his breath comes out quickly, in between his shuddery winces in pain.

"Shit, Aki?" Your tone shifts into worry in an instant, your expression softening. "Are you okay?"

The both of you need to get out of here, and soon. Aki knows this; he knows he's losing blood, lots of it, and giving you more of what he already doesn't have definitely didn't help things. His head feels fuzzy and light, like he's high, like he's dizzy. When he tries to open his eyes, the whole room is spinning, and his vision is blurred at the edges.

Aki knows the two of you need to get out, he knows he should stop messing around. He knows this, so why is he not doing it? And he knows he shouldn't be thinking all of these disgusting thoughts, but he just can't stop his mind from wandering. Why does he want you so badly, why does he need you so badly? Why is he so, so stupid?

"Yeah, yeah, just- It's just, dammit-" Aki's eyebrows furrow, and he presses his palm even harder to his side. "Just keep going. I'm gonna be fine, okay?"

You eye him with a look of concern, but quietly nod your head in response. Carefully, you readjust your position, and then you give your hips an experimental roll against him; Aki sighs deeply, his eyes rolling up, his head slowly falling back to hit the wall behind him. His prominent Adam's apple bobs when he swallows, and a low groan falls from his mouth when you press yourself even harder onto his crotch.

There's no answer as to why, Aki realizes. At least, he can't come up with one. But he can't seem to come up with a reason to push you off of him, either.

The door is barricaded. He can't hear the devils outside of it anymore. He's still bleeding, but not as harshly as before. He'll be fine. You have time. You can make good use of it.

"Shit, shit, don't stop… A-Ah, fuck-" Aki whines, sounding a little too pathetic for his liking, but he can't help himself; the way you're rhythmically rubbing yourself up against him, the sounds of your quiet whimpers and gasps, and the fact that he can't do anything about it — It's making him go fucking crazy.

His hands shake when he grabs your hips again, guiding you to grind down on him deeper, harder, and his voice is stern when he commands, "Do it like this, fucking please."

God, if only he could take control right now, if only those goddamn devils hadn't torn him up like this. The throbbing pain in his side makes it so he can hardly move. He can't buck his hips up into you like he so desperately wants to, like he needs to. All he can do is beg, and rely on you to give him the friction he's craving.

Hell, if he was able to move right now, he wouldn't even bother with that — Aki would take you in whichever way he wants. If his ankle wasn't messed up, if he wasn't practically bleeding to death, he'd have you bent over for him, right in this storage room, while he shoves his aching cock deep into you. He'd fuck you exactly how he pleases, and he knows you, like the good little subordinate you are, would take it.

As much as you get on his nerves, and as much as you are a stupid devil, you're always so good to him. Always there at his beck and call, always listening intently to every order you're given. You'd listen to whatever the hell he says, because you're always so eager to please him, aren't you?

Yeah, you are. That's why you're grinding against him eagerly, to the rhythm he's set with his grip on your waist. That's why when Aki holds you tighter, his voice rough, bordering on a growl when he commands, Bite me, again, you're obeying immediately, your head dipping until your fangs connect with the bruised flesh of his nape.

Your eyes flutter shut as you suck at the wound on Aki's neck, his blood metallic on your tongue. Aki hisses, the pain sharp, but so fucking good. His hips shift, and you take the hint, grinding down on him so deeply it causes him to moan, his cock throbbing hard in his slacks, leaking wet precum onto his briefs.

When you pull away, Aki meets your eyes, staring at you with a look in his gaze you could only describe as insatiable. His chest heaves with each breath, and his jaw clenches from the pain, or perhaps the pleasure, or perhaps both.

Maybe it's because of the blood loss screwing with his head, or maybe it's because of how amazing you're making him feel, but Aki suddenly can't tear his gaze away from your lips. He finds himself gripping your chin between his fingers, tugging you closer, closer, and when your lips press to his own, he's truly lost any sense of control he was hoping to hold onto.

Aki kisses you deeply, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. You press closer, and he pulls you in, as close as he can get you. He nibbles on your bottom lip, his tongue swirls with yours, and fuck, he can taste his own blood, metallic and sharp — The feeling takes him even higher.

In the heat of the kiss, Aki tugs your dress shirt out from where it's tucked in your slacks, shoving his hands under, gliding his palms over your bare skin. His touch is cold, and his fingers are calloused, rough when they skim up your sides. Then, down, where his large hands grab your ass, groping and squeezing. You whimper into his mouth, and Aki groans in unison.

He tastes good, so good, so delicious you can't help but want more. Your body feels warm, your head feels floaty; you can't stop your hands from gliding up and down his chest, from hastily unbuttoning his suit jacket, from reaching up to tug it off his shoulders. You grip his tie, next, loosening it until it hangs limp around his collar, allowing you to start working at his dress shirt.

You stop when it's been unbuttoned halfway, exposing his flushed chest, his defined collarbones, the scars on his skin. You pull away to place urgent kisses on his jaw, his cheeks, his ear — Aki shivers, your lips soft on his skin, your teeth sharp when they nip at his chest, then his collarbones, nibbling at the sensitive bone.

As you kiss his lips again, one of your hands fists his collar, shoving him further against the wall, while the other glides through his hair; you yank at his hair tie, until the dark strands come loose from his topknot, falling to frame the sides of his face.

Aki isn't sure what overtakes you. Perhaps it was the thirst for blood that's ingrained into the minds of every devil, including yours. Or perhaps your desperation simply made you rougher, less aware of what you're doing with your own fangs. Either way, when you suddenly bite down on his tongue, Aki can't hold back a gasp in pain, nor can he stop his hands from gripping you so hard he's sure your skin will bruise.

And yet, he keeps kissing you, he doesn't stop, because he can't. He presses himself up further into you, his cock throbbing so hard you can feel it pulse between your legs, his stiff bulge shoved right up against you — Aki's tongue stings, but his dick feels so fucking good, waves of pleasure surging through his body from the way you desperately hump him.

You suck the blood from his tongue, lick it all off his teeth, your head getting higher at the taste. Energy surges through your body like a drug, lightning up every nerve, making you move faster, even needier. When you pull apart, connected by a bloodied line of saliva between your tongues, Aki is practically panting, gasping for air between each rough grind into him.

"G-God," Aki chokes out, his nails digging into your sides so hard you're sure it'll leave marks, just as your hands come to grip his broad shoulders. His face is warm, flushed pink, all the way to the tips of his ears.

"Does it feel good?" You ask with a shaky voice, as if you're desperate to hear his praise, to know how amazing you're making him feel.

Aki nods feverishly, "So good, s-so fucking good. Don't stop," His eyes meet your own, his pupils blown wide, his eyelids heavy. "I want you to make me cum."

If that's what he wants, then he's going to get it. If that's what your superior is ordering you to do, if that's what Hayakawa is asking of you, you're gonna make him cum, you're sure of it.

"Mhmm," Your eyes screw shut, your head dips, forehead pressed to his shoulder, "Yes, sir."

Your pace picks up, your thrusts into him getting harder, faster — Aki guides you by your hips roughly, until he's practically using you to get off, like you're his toy. You can feel the warmth from his stiff cock between your legs, how it throbs and twitches, the way it seems to swell even more when your fingers run through his long hair, gripping close to the scalp.

"Fuck, you're so good to me," Aki whines, and he grabs the back of your neck to tug you off his shoulder. You meet his sharp gaze, his eyes filled with lust and need. His words slur a little when he asks, "You want some more?"

Judging by the hungry way he looks at you, and the way he moves to press his hand to his side, you know exactly what he's talking about. You give him a particularly desperate roll of your hips, eliciting a groan from him, before you're babbling, "Yeah, yeah, yes please, yessir-"

"No," Aki scolds, cutting you off. He lifts his hand from his side; the blood smeared on his fingers is mostly dried and stale, so he brings them to his lips. He gathers saliva in his mouth, then spits a glob onto the digits, getting them nice and wet. His spit drips down his knuckles, stained red from the mix of the blood on his fingers, and the blood that still lingered in his mouth, on his tongue.

Aki looks up towards you, a frustrated sort of look on his face, his eyes narrowing. "Ask me again. Say my name."

"I- Sorry, yes, please, Hayakawa, sir." You stammer, hardly able to get out the words, your hips shifting a little in impatience.

"Tch, you're close," Aki scoffs. He presses his fingertips to your lips, his spit dripping down them, and his free hand snakes around to grip your cheeks, squeezing to hold you still. "First name."

"Please, please, Aki."

Your voice is so desperate, so needy — The way you say the syllables of his name makes it sound so fucking pretty, and Aki can't get enough of it.

He rewards you, shoving his soaked fingers in your mouth, allowing you to lick them clean. You taste his spit, his blood — Your tongue swipes over his knuckles, and you let out little gags as you choke on his fingers, struggling to take them with the way you're still grinding against his lap; the sound just turns Aki on even more than he already was.

Aki pushes you off of him just a little, adjusting your position on his thighs, before he grabs one of your hands, guiding it between his legs. Voice sultry and rough, dripping with lust, he leans forwards to whisper the dirtiest words into your ear.

Look, I'm so fucking hard here. You feel it throbbing?

You nod as Aki scissors his fingers in your mouth, using his other hand to guide you to squeeze his cock — He's so warm, so thick, so hard, and his breath hitches when you palm him, his eyes fluttering shut. Aki hastily pushes your hand away, grabbing your waist and pulling you back onto him, in tandem with shoving his fingers further down your throat.

He can't help but utter a string of commands, his voice deep and stern, because he knows you'll listen to them. He knows you'll give him exactly what he wants.

Shit, suck on them. And grind against me harder, get me close.

You're obliging the second you hear his voice in your ear: you suck hard on his fingers, sputtering around them, drool leaking out from the corner of your mouth. You grind on his length harder, rougher, each roll of your hips shoving you so close against his aching cock. Even through his slacks, the friction is perfect, and Aki feels heat begin to pool in the pit of his stomach.

His eyelashes flutter, his heart pounds in his chest. His grip starts to grow loose, and his breath comes out faster, faster, faster.

That's it, just like that. Such a good little devil. Say my name again.

His praise gets you higher, your mind foggy, your vision hazy. Mumbling around his fingers, you chant his name over and over again — Aki, Aki, Aki, each time seeming to push him closer and closer to the edge. Aki's head is just as dizzy, swirling from the lust, from the blood loss. It feels like he can hardly think, can hardly muster up coherent thoughts; all he can do is drown in the pleasure and the way his own name falls so beautifully from your lips.

I'm so close, you're gonna make me cum, just go a little harder for me.

He speaks through ragged pants and fragile gasps. Your movements become frantic, and his hips are unable to sit still as he feels his high build closer and closer; he ruts himself into you as much as he can, ever-so slightly, moaning from the added friction — S-So good, I'm gonna, gonna…

Aki cuts himself off with a moan, gripping you harder, his hands shaking, his thighs squirming. You keep up the pace, your hand gently holding his jaw, and you examine his expression: his bangs, messy and stuck to his forehead, his eyelids drooping from the pleasure, his lips parted, quivering. He meets your gaze, a sweet, gentle sort of look in his eyes, before he tosses his head back.

With a stuttered groan of your name, Aki falls apart. His eyes close, and he drags his fingers from your mouth to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close to himself. His muscles begin to relax as he rides out his high, cumming in his slacks, getting his briefs sticky and wet and filthy.

Your movements halt, and you let him catch his breath. His breathing is still shaky, but it slowly starts to calm. Aki cracks his eyes open, sitting up; he attempts to look at you, but his vision is blurred, his head is swimming, and his body sways forwards, leaving you to have to catch him by his shoulders.

He looks so damn disheveled, sweat dripping from his forehead, his hair down and an utter mess. You lost his hair tie, so there's no way you're putting it back up any time soon. His suit jacket is falling off his arms, his shirt is unbuttoned, and his tie is hanging loose around his collar. He has a fucked-out sort of expression on his face, his eyes glazed over, his eyelids heavy and threatening to close.

"You… You okay?" Aki manages, his voice weak and hoarse. His palm comes to press against his side, and although it doesn't feel like he's bleeding much anymore, it fucking hurts. There's a hard, aching sort of throb coming from his wound, spreading across his body. He's not sure if his wound somehow got worse, or if he felt this way all along, he was just so wrapped up in things that he didn't notice it until now.

His ears are ringing, and his mind feels fuzzy, exhausted. Aki's gaze flickers down to the ground for a moment, and he can't see very clearly, but he can still tell how the floor beneath him is soaked red, how his blood has been pooling out onto the concrete.

"I'm fine, Aki, are you? You don't seem okay."

Your voice hardly registers. Yeah, he's stupid, definitely stupid. So, so stupid. He shouldn't have wasted so much time, shit, what was he even thinking? The two of you need to get out of here, the devils are, they must be…

As if on queue, there's a loud slam on the door, then a huge bang as the barricade of shelves Aki set up earlier finally falls over. Aki grabs your shoulder, dragging you close with urgency, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I'm gonna pass out," He says matter-of-factly, swallowing, "You're gonna get us out of here, right? I trust you."

He... trusts you?

"Of course," You nod, and begin pushing yourself up off of him. You reach down, offering him a hand. Aki takes it, and you drag him to his feet, slinging his arms around your shoulders, holding him up and keeping him steady. He leans on you, his head rested on your shoulder. His breath is warm when it tickles your neck, and strands of his soft hair brush over your cheek.

There's another slam at the door. The devils are going to break in any second now, but with how much of Aki's blood you drank, you feel ready for them. Waves of energy course through your veins, and your knuckles clench and unclench, itching for a fight. You'll protect him, you know you can. He's counting on you, after all.

"Aki?" You ask, grabbing his hand from where it's slung over you, giving it a gentle squeeze. His palms feel cold and clammy. "You still with me?"

"Barely," Aki's voice is so quiet you almost can't hear it over the clamoring of scratches at the door, the devils seeming to grow louder and louder, more and more restless. He grumbles, leaning his chest on your back, before continuing, "If you need more blood, just take it."

You roll your eyes. "I have enough, I took more than enough from you. You should rest, I'll hold onto you."

Another loud slam at the door. It sounds like it's about to break at the hinges, but Aki's deep breaths in your ear keep you from panicking, and the rush you still feel keeps you alert.

"I'll pay you back later for this."

You can't help but laugh at how serious he sounds, but before you can ask if he means paying you back for you protecting him, or for you making him feel good, or for some mixture of both, his weight on your back goes limp. His head rests on your shoulder as his consciousness slips.

Yeah, you'll see about that. For now, you've got to put his blood to good use.

thank you to my beloved @f1gments for helping me with this, I couldn't have done it without you :)

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stormyweaver · 9 months ago

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Computer Virus - Vo/x, Ha/zbin Ho/tel

I couldn't not post this eventually. Been rattling around in my drafts for a while so I figured it was time it see's more than just the light of a few people's gazes. Also idk great details about computers/television besides google so uh, yeah lol. (Contains illness and minor mentions of mess) Summary: Vo/x is reminded why he never lets his co-workers use his private tech. AKA Vale/ntino you asshole.

“Fug’ck’s sake…”

Vox swallowed hard - then immediately wished he hadn’t. The action brought a pronounced, throbbing ache along the swollen, tender flesh of his throat. What had started as a barely there tickle and a slight stiffness in his joints steadily morphed into a definite virus - one that decided to bring family and friends, because it felt like his entire being was bogged down with congestion, discomfort and malaise.

In short: It fucking sucked, and he could only blame fucking Valentino.

Every time the asshole had an issue with his laptop, he always, always used Vox’s personal one - seriously, he was gonna need to triple encrypt it at this point to keep him out - and managed to download a fucking nasty malware via some kind of porn site. By the time Vox had connected his own system to the device, it was already too late, and by the time he’d found the source, it had already been transferred to him. Part of him couldn’t be pissed at Valentino. Like, truly couldn’t. Valentino would just start cussing him out; How should I know what the fuck a computer virus looks like? What the hell is malware, anyway? On and on and on, until finally Vox would grow weary and just ban him from using any of his devices EVER again.

A sigh ghosted past Vox’s lips, followed by a sniffle - the sound so thick, sodden and heavy that it nearly had his skin crawling. To know that he didn’t even have a nose, let alone sinuses to get swollen and yet he felt so unbearably full to the brim with congestion… It was disgusting.

He almost wanted to sneeze, if to have a brief moment where his head didn’t feel so full to bursting. Almost.

Maybe if he could call it one-and-done, but nooo. He could never sneeze just once. They came in bursts, itchy expulsions that seemed to tumble out on top of each other, so damned excited to finally be let loose. And they left Vox panting, sniveling and mortified as he tried to mop the fluid that seeped from his vents and lips. Fuck, it was so gross.

Groaning, he shifted onto his side and tugged the duvet tighter over his shoulders - he hadn’t left bed for a good few hours but fuck it. The day was a wash the moment he’d slept through his alarm. Velvette and Valentino (the virus-peddling-moth-fucker) could manage without him for one damn day. His eyes were close to shutting completely, once again allowing the haze of sleep to take over - until he felt it. Just there, right behind his eyes; an inkling of prickling irritation. He whined, squinting and uselessly screwing his expression up as though he did have a nose to wriggle and twitch. Please, just let me sleep for a minute…

As if infuriated at the mere idea that Vox wouldn’t allow himself the pleasure of sneezing, the sensation all but exploded, and a sharp hitch flew past his lips. “Fuhhhck m’be, plhhheease…!” Okay, maybe that was a little weird to be gasping out in bed - alone but, he simply didn’t care. In the moment, all Vox could do was gasp and sputter, a few more lewd-leaning sounds spilling past trembling lips before the television demon’s system couldn’t stand to have the intense irritation linger a moment longer. “heh’IISSCHHH’HIEW!”

The first sneeze always managed to take him by surprise, if nothing else than because he was still stunned he could even sneeze so hard without a fucking nose. He cringed, feeling the pillowcase beneath his head grow a bit damp - ughhh, fucking gross - but he had all of two seconds to dwell on the mess factor before a shiver rippled down his spine. “hHHZZSCHH’hiew! hHHZZ’NGSHHh! Hehh!! Ehhh’IZZSCHH’OOoo! Unnghh… fu’huuugck…”

A pitiful whine trailed after the last exhausting sneeze. It felt like someone had just sucked whatever was left of his damned soul out of his ailing body. And the congestion somehow seemed worse, sluggishly dripping onto his already soiled pillowcase. It plugged his ears and made his head spin even while laying down.

Despite how Vox wanted to immediately throw himself into the pits of hell itself, he settled on nuzzling deeper into his covers and tugging the comforter forcefully over his head.

Fuck a day off. At this rate, the other Vee’s were lucky if they managed to get him back in a week.

#greywrites;#//i literally have so much more filth in my brain for this man but for now #hope y'all enjoy~

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frozenjokes · 20 days ago

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mentally well people have mentally well reactions to each other

“Come on now, what happened? I’ll needle it out of you, you know I will, so you might as well just spill.” Cleo’s voice from the other end of the room dented Scar’s half asleep haze, and his ear pricked, listening. Scar doubted he was hearing anything he wasn’t supposed to, but if this was ‘girl talk’ (defined as Cub and Cleo gossiping about him, Scar came to learn), he didn’t think he was explicitly invited either, hence Cleo waiting until Scar took his intermittent afternoon nap up near the ceiling.

Cub only grunted in response, which clearly was not the answer Cleo was looking for.

“I’m not going to believe that you and Scar went and slept on top of each other in his starting room for no reason.”

“Nothing ‘happened,’ Cleo. Just couldn’t sleep.”

“That is so lame.”

“It was lame. I couldn’t sleep.”

“So you went to the Scar room to sleep on the floor. With Scar.”

“Yes. That’s what happened.”

“You seriously suck.”

“Maybe I missed sleeping with someone, it’s been lonely all by myself.”

Cleo scoffed, making quite the fuss given all the shuffling Scar heard, “No one’s making you sleep alone. I bet Scar would be thrilled to have you, the more the merrier, whatever.”

“You don’t want me.” Cub seemed to be doing his best effort at sounding sad, but he wasn’t very good at it.

“Nope,” Cleo popped the ‘p,’ “I don’t. But whatever, three’s a party.”

“This is why I slept in Scar’s room.”

“You are such a liar! What’s your problem!? You didn’t fuck, Scar wouldn’t fuck you. Neither of you are injured.”

“I have a couple scratches.”

“So do I, it’s called living with a cat, doofus.”

“Damn.” There was a lot more shuffling of blankets, and Scar opened an eye to see Cub hiding under the covers of his bed, only for Cleo to get up and pounce on him.

“You’re not off the hook yet, mister!”

Scar closed his eye as fighting and squabbling ensued, uninterested in their bickering. At least they were playing, Scar preferred when they played. Sometimes they tuckered themselves out like that, just laying in a winded heap. Ideal, honestly. Perfect for perching on top of; Scar always took full advantage. Today though, the noise started to escalate, and Scar glared through narrowed eyes as Cleo started to play whack-a-mole with Cub’s knees. Bad sign. Next Cub would start cussing them out, he always got nasty, and Cleo would go for the throat until the both of them were upset and seething.

Scar leapt from his place near the ceiling, crossed the room in four short bounds, hopped up onto Cub’s bed and delivered a quick bite to Cleo’s shoulder, shoving them off the blanket so Cub could escape, only to snap at him too the moment he surfaced. Scar had to resist stomping on him the moment he hid back under the covers with a squeak; sometimes that deep seeded instinct to Kill Small Thing came out of nowhere, but Scar refrained.

“I’m sick of you. Both of you.”

Cleo snorted, “Me too.”

“Personally I’m doing alright,” Cub mumbled, to which Scar gave in and stomped on him, effectively shutting him up.

“If you don’t want to be treated like children then you’d better stop acting like them. I’m tired of it! Not every disagreement has to end in pummeling each other, you’re going to start being nice, I swear it.” Scar’s tail lashed, only whipping harder at the amused look on Cleo’s face.

“Good luck with that. I’ll trade you a compliment if you tell me what the hell happened with you and Cub last night.” Scar bit them because they really deserved it, then sat back up as Cleo yelped, smoothing the fur at his shoulders when they huffed, “Will you stop that?”

“Maybe that’s a good idea. Maybe you should say something nice, but not to me.” Scar’s tail continued to lash, but now in a growing excitement, “Each of you are going to say one- no- two nice things about each other! Clearly you need the practice! I can count on one paw the amount of marginally kind things you’ve said to each other, both of you, and that’s terrible! How can you stand that?”

“I don’t.” Cleo snorted, “That’s why I kill him.”

“And you don’t like to do it. You don’t like killing each other or yelling at each other or any of it! It hurts, I know it hurts.”

Perhaps this was a sentiment relayed to Scar in confidence, the atmosphere shifting in a split second to something cool and dangerous.

“You- You said- It’s okay if it hurts your feelings, Cleo, I mean- I don’t like it either! You know I don’t like it. I didn’t mean to overshare-“ Scar struggled to amend, but was painfully aware his stammering was only digging himself into a deeper hole.

The silence was deafening, and the withering look Cleo whipped Scar with almost made him falter, fur beginning to prickle under the intensity. Well, Cleo didn’t want to kill Cub anymore, that was for sure. Scar was starting to wish they’d go back to arguing.

“Cleo-“

“I can’t help but notice that Cub has nothing to say,” Cleo spoke thickly, honey-sweet dripping off venom loaded fangs, hot and begging to strike. Cub knew it, and he wasn’t surfacing from his blanket cave any time soon; Scar envied him desperately. “What do you think of me?”

“I think,” Cub started, tiptoeing, more than aware of the cobra looming above him, “Maybe. It’s not a terrible idea. Niceties- Compliments, however Scar phrased it. We can try.”

Cleo sneered, disgust raking through the air like barbed claws, snatching the oxygen from Scar’s lungs. “I see.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh you don’t, do you?” Cleo’s voice was scathing, and despite the words not being directed at him, Scar shrank away as if burned, “Don’t want to talk about it? Why? Never kept anything from me before, no reason to, nothing to hide, unless there is,” Cleo whirled on Scar, and all he could think of was hiding, running away, but he was frozen in her blistering glare, “What did you say about me? Jump to a couple conclusions, have you? What did you fucking say.”

Scar’s mouth went completely dry. He prayed that his microphone would miraculously combust.

“Scar.”

“Stop it.” With some strain and awkward shuffling, Cub resurfaced from underneath the blankets, shaking out his hair, “Leave him alone, no one said anything about you.”

Cub did not flinch under Cleo’s vehemence, always mild, and Scar didn’t know how. “Do you think I’m fragile? Go on, I can take it.”

“For fuck’s sake, not everything is about you,” Cub’s frustration left him in a huff, and silence afterwards was so utterly petrifying, Scar could do nothing else but cover his eyes. “-Wait. No, that wasn’t- That came out wrong.”

“Oh did it now?”

“I’m sorry.”

No one moved. The whole spaceship seemed to stop in time, no white noise, no chugging machines, no sound. Scar wouldn’t have been surprised if both their planets stopped spinning, if only for a moment. Cub managed to find his footing.

“I really- I really didn’t mean that. It just- it wasn’t about you, it really wasn’t, it was about me. It was about me. Me not- not being good enough. And I didn’t want to talk about it because I don’t like thinking about it because I don’t want to hold myself to a higher standard, but I am starting to feel like maybe I should, and there’s- there’s just a lot of dissonance happening. Because I want to be fine with this. Unkindnesses. Because it’s not worth fixing, right? My life is already over, there’s no point whether I get out of here in one year or five, no point trying to preserve any humanity in myself, because it’s over. Every day it’s worse, even through the resets, I feel myself going, I know it’s over. And it’s over for you, too. We’re not making it out of this. There’s nothing left for either of us back home. No point.. no point trying.” Cub pursed his lips. “Unless you do care. Unless it matters to you how we live here, how we treat each other because it- It. What matters to you matters to me. And I-” Cub laughed, sheepish, “I don’t really know when that happened but.. I don’t know. I don’t really want to talk anymore.”

It was slow, the way Cleo leaned over, almost lurched, and wrapped their arms around Cub, pulling him toward her, so the both of them ended up in the middle, inclined awkwardly, hugging tightly. Scar wanted out. He wanted out so bad. He wanted out more than he’d wanted out of anything his entire life, but when he started to move, Cleo grabbed him, and there was no more escape.

“‘M sorry, buddy,” she mumbled, and maybe she sensed his panic, because graciously, Cleo released him, and Scar scurried away out the closest door, which just happened to be the one to his reset room. He managed not to die on the way there, and reveled in air that wasn’t hot, sliding back against the wall right where he’d been the night before.

…

“It’s not over, Cub,” Cleo mumbled, and they did mean it, they meant it with their whole heart, but they did not know if it was true. All the same, if Cub was convinced he had no life to live after they were released, she would not change his mind. Cub was rigid, immovably stubborn; he decided things about the world and himself as a form of control, he needed that control, because letting go meant Not Knowing, and that was so much worse than being unhappy, being bad, committing acts of interpersonal and environmental violence on purpose, becoming a man that no one could forgive. It was easier to be intentional.

If you weren’t bad, then what were you? Why were you here? How did you get so sick?

Cub couldn’t face those questions. He had to answer them objectively, conform to the new person he needed to be, erase all dissonance, and become the type of man who’d wage that kind of war.

But it couldn’t be over. It couldn’t be over for Cub because Cleo wasn’t ready for it to be over, and she couldn’t do this without him. She didn’t know what came after this, she was afraid, and she couldn’t face it by herself. So Cub needed to believe it would be okay, at least for a few months, a few years, as long as he lived after this was over.

“You matter too much to me for it to be over. I’m not ready.”

“That.” Cub paused for a moment, and Cleo wished they could read his mind, because they had no fucking idea what was going through his head. “Is extremely inconvenient for me.”

Cleo laughed, a relieved sound maybe, because an answer like that was just so Cub, so human, and that was proof enough he wasn’t as far gone as he believed, “That so? Bet it would be a lot easier for you if I only considered you a pain in the ass.”

“How did I fuck this up so bad.”

Cleo shrugged, resting their chin on his shoulder, “You’re kinda fun.”

“Fun? Fucking hell.”

“Uh huh. Where’s my compliment?”

Cub pursed his lips, to which Cleo smacked him gently on the forehead, chuckling when he scoffed. “I didn’t study for this quiz.”

“How about we come back to you later, then.”

Cleo felt Cub breathe against her, deep, full, he always breathed so deeply, and Cleo wondered if he struggled to get enough air, or maybe he just appreciated the breath in his lungs while he still had the chance to take it in.

“That’s okay with me.”

“Good,” Cleo mumbled, closing their eyes, but opening them just as quickly, “I’ll go fetch Scar.. shouldn’ve bit his head off like that. Just.. struck a nerve.”

Cub nodded against their shoulder, then hardly loud enough to hear, “But I’m glad he said something..”

…

The walkthrough was over. Finally, it was over, and the humans were ready to begin the puzzle. Scar was antsy to get started, contrasting infuriatingly with the general apathy the humans seemed to feel, taking their sweet ass time writing notes and setting off traps and making sure everything was Literally Perfect before they began. Scar had hoped he could get a head start while Cub and Cleo finished everything they needed to do, but he didn’t know how, and the humans either didn’t trust him to not fuck something up, or they were just dismissive because they were so damn apathetic about this whole scenario. Either way, it was driving Scar crazy. ‘I’ll show you where we start when we’re all ready to take a look,’ JUST SHOW ME NYEEOW!

But it was done. The walkthrough was done, and Scar could finally see what the hell was the deal with this ‘box’ they two of them kept vaguing about.

“Don’t get too excited,” Cleo mumbled as they typed something into the monitor; maybe this is why Scar had been dismissed before, acquiring the box meant working with the computers. Teaching him his own name in Human had been hassle enough, Cleo probably didn’t want to continue with any more of that, and Cub would likely rather shoot himself.

Regardless, Scar was still restless, whiskers still twitching, tail still lashing. When Cleo made a snide comment about Scar getting all worked up, he snapped back, “It’s hard not to be when you guys have both been so secretive.”

Cub snorted, “We told you exactly what it was. Each room has a puzzle, you solve the room, get a pendant, stick it in the box, what else is there to know.”

Scar threw up his hands, “But what about the riddles!”

“There are riddles on the box,” Cleo said, bland, “They tell you where to start. It is quite literally that simple.”

“Mumbo says all sorts of things are simple but they’re always more complicated than that, come on, you two have been terrible these last couple days.” Scar crossed his arms, to which Cleo only rolled their eyes.

“In a couple years after you’ve been through the ringer on stupid traps you missed, accidents, annoying puzzles, and all sorts of other bullshit, you can get all pissy with me, but in the meantime, all your impatience accomplishes is providing motivation for me to fuck with you.”

Cub hummed behind them, but Scar wasn’t paying much attention, focused on what Cleo was doing with the screens. Typing something into the search bar; ‘C-A-T-S S-M-E-L-L,’ erased after Cub chuckled, ‘S-H-I-T-T-Y P-A-W-S,’ erased, then, ‘Z-O-O-M-I-E-S T-I-M-E W-I-T-H S-C-A-R.’

“Why’re you searching my name?”

“Oh hey, he is paying attention,” Cleo smirked, to which Scar straightened suspiciously, and Cub breathed a soft chuckle.

“He’d make a good iPad kid.”

“Hey.” Scar growled, “What does that mean. You’re not allowed to call me names I don’t-” and then Scar turned around, and Cub was holding a box, a little wooden thing, it fit comfortably in his two hands, his fingers almost wrapping completely around the length of two sides. There were indents on the faces, each side a different color, and Scar could see the inscriptions that had to be the riddles, “-HEY!”

“Take a look,” Cub shrugged, tossing it, and Scar snatched it out of the air, holding tight with all four paws.

“Please don’t break the very important escape room box.” Cleo was deftly ignored, as Scar was swiftly remembering that he could not read.

“What does it say?” Scar shoved the box back in Cub’s face, who continued to stare at him blankly before seeming to think better of defying Scar, adjusting his glasses to read.

“Soldier boys line up to fall, seek illusions reflected off the stars.” Cub turned the box back around for Scar to see, as if having the line read aloud would magically transform the words into something readable. “This feels pointed.”

Cleo snorted, “Not every riddle is pointed, Cub.”

“A lot of them are.”

“A few.”

“They don’t like me, Cleo.”

She laughed, “Yeah! They don’t like me, either!”

Scar cleared his throat, interrupting, “This one’s for the safe room-control room hall. The mirror, right?” Cleo and Cub looked up, stares equally blank. “The mirror?” Scar tried, “With the winged humans? They’re kinda falling, aren’t they? They’re going down, not up.”

“Uh,” Cleo tried, her hesitation rejection enough to make Scar nervous, “I mean, maybe. I don’t remember. We can check, but let’s go through the rest, first. I’ll make a note.” They did so, scribbling something in their notebook, but Scar couldn’t help feeling a little dejected regardless. “Read the next one, Cub.

Cub did as he was told, flipping from the green side to the magenta face. “Judgment crash down upon unworthy souls, snarling at the gates, deny, deny.” Cub pursed his lips, “That is pointed.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty explicit.”

“Well that’s the Scar- My room. I don’t know what to call it. The Scar room. Right?” Scar’s fur started to prickle when Cub and Cleo Looked at him again- What was he doing wrong? “The statues! You guys have seen the statues in there, up on those tall shelves, right? I always feel like they’re judging me..”

After a moment, Cub shrugged. “I agree. They are judgemental. The ‘gate’ thing might be an allusion to heaven or whatever, up high, yeesh. The angels on the last riddle might fit with a theme, also.”

“How do you guys remember this shit? Those statues are in the corner of the room, I wouldn’t have remembered if you didn’t bring it up.”

“They’re judgemental, Cleo.”

“I got that, thanks.”

“Okay, well the next one,” Cub turned the box to the cyan side, “How to step in another person’s shoes? Take a look through a different point of view.”

“What do you think of that? Pointed?” Cleo teased, but Cub nodded sharply.

“I’m sure wherever we’ll be ‘looking’ will be plenty pointed. What do you think, Cleo? Up to the pearly gates where we’ll never be allowed to go, or down into the fiery pits of hell? Does Scar know where we’re going yet? I think I know.”

“I- I mean there were sunglasses in a drawer in the control room-Scar room hallway. It’s pretty outdated technology, even for the sun..”

“No one wears those anymore,” Cub agreed sagely, and Cleo laughed, shaking their head.

“I can’t believe this, how are you so fast at these, Scar? Were you just studying the rooms all this time? Usually we get one or two off the bat and then we’re wandering aimlessly until we stumble into the rest of the answers.”

Abashed, Scar shrugged, a paw sliding unconsciously behind his ear, “I mean, you don’t have people back home that talk like that?”

“Nope. Assuming you do?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s everywhere. And they reference little things too, and if you don’t get what they’re referring to.. prone to offense is what I’ll say, but honestly, I just happen to know a couple.. unhappy.. sphinxes. Stereotypically they’re uppity but I think the guys I know may take that to an extreme..”

“Saw that,” Cleo snorted, though not without a little awkwardness, which made Scar deflate slightly. He didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable. Now that Scar was paying attention, Cub looked a bit awkward himself, glancing away, shifting his weight almost like he thought something was going to jump out at him. Scar didn’t want to leave the conversation like this, dangling over his miserable call back home; maybe he could change the subject?

“Why do you wear glasses? They’ve got lenses, I checked.”

“Some people just wear glasses, Scar,” Cleo bordered on aggressive with her assertion and Scar backed down, ear drooping, but he was deeply relieved when Cub laughed.

“Did you put them on while I was sleeping? I bet that did a number on your eyes.”

“Well yeah! Enough to tell they’re prescription!” With some apprehension, Scar perked up, but Cleo said nothing else, only looking wary.

“Uh huh. That’d be because I’m blind without them. Literally. Legally, and by most peoples’ definition.” Cub took off his glasses, batting Scar away when he started to sniff at his eyes, “I just see a little pinprick of you,” Cub attempted to tap Scar’s nose with a finger for emphasis, but missed. “Woof. My depth perception has seen better days.” Cub instead planted his entire hand in Scar’s face, eliciting a startled yelp as Scar winced back. “Gotcha. Anyway, usually you super die of sculk sickness before you go blind, but hey, the sculk’s got a friend in me, right?”

Cub returned his glasses to his face, shrugging, “What’s more expensive? Changing your escape room for blindness accessibility, but not using braille, I don’t speak it- you know what I mean. Second option, correct my eyes with surgery, which may or may not be successful, who knows with the sculk. Or glasses? Glasses are cheaper. They don’t entirely fix the problem but hey, all he needs to do is see and read.” Something about Cub’s demeanor shifted, his light hearted tone gaining a dark edge that set the fur at Scar’s neck on end. “Pump him full of weed killer and it won’t get any worse, right? No thought to what I want to do, no, no, I would have been fine, they- they think they know better than me-“

“Cub. You’re fine. You’re okay.” Cleo reached for Cub’s hand while Scar took a step back, frightened that he’d set something off just by asking- just seconds ago he’d been fine!

“I don’t know. I don’t know, Cleo, I don’t know. I wasn’t- This wasn’t supposed to stop yet, I wasn’t done,” Cub took off his glasses and Cleo snatched them from his hands, shoving them just as briskly into Scar’s paws without explanation, though, Scar could guess it would be very bad for the loop if Cub broke his glasses. “Cleo, I wasn’t supposed to see.”

“I know, Cub, I know, let’s sit down, alright?”

“It’s too bright.”

“I’ll take you to the safe room, I’ll turn off the lights.”

“I can’t see.”

“I’ve got you.” And Cleo did, taking Cub’s arms, so gentle, and Scar wanted to help, he didn’t understand, but he was scared, and he did not move.

“I want to go home.”

“I’ll take you.” Cleo looked back at Scar then, she mouthed something, but Scar didn’t speak Human, he didn’t have a single clue what she meant to communicate. He hoped he was doing the right thing by staying. Cleo didn’t turn around again, so. Nothing else to do.

It wasn’t long before Cleo returned, Scar sitting on the floor by the two other seats while he waited, staring down at Cub’s glasses in his lap and wondering what he’d done wrong. Gently, she took them from him.

“Sorry about that, Scar. I don’t.. I mean, I don’t really know what to say. Sometimes he gets.. caught up. He’ll be alright though; give him an hour with every blanket in the complex and the lights off and he’ll calm right down.”

Scar pursed his lips, unable to face her. “Did I do something?”

“Oh.. I mean, technically yes, but nothing you could have known better.” Cleo sat down beside Scar on the floor, “He’s been through something really traumatic, I think. The transition from wrecking environmental havoc on the Midwest to jail cell was particularly difficult. He’s always got that sort of calm exterior, right? He wasn’t very concerned about being caught or questioned, but whatever happened to him with the sculk, it really got in his head- whether that’s literal or metaphorical, I genuinely don’t know. I’d bet a bit of both, honestly, but that facade or.. whatever it was.. kinda fell apart when they started killing the sculk in him. Psych ward level breakdowns, he was seriously messed up, and it was only a few weeks later we were introduced. He was holding himself together somewhat fine, but put him in a doctor’s office.. any doctor; general health, specialists, optometrists- for god’s sake, if he knew you had so much as a PhD he would flip his shit, and he still does, he hates doctors. Sometimes he raves about it in a funny way, and other times.. that happens. He’s particularly sensitive about things relating to his symptoms, his eyes for example. He can be sensitive about his skin, too, he covers up like he does for a reason, sleeps in the dumb lab coat, you know.”

“Oh.. I wish I’d known..”

Cleo shrugged, awkward, “Sorry.. This kind of stuff doesn’t come up frequently, and he’s usually well tempered about it. There are some circumstances where he's fine talking about this stuff; sometimes he brings it up himself, but usually I would avoid topics like specific health issues; eyes, skin, any of his meds, doctors in general. He’s anxious enough about all the appointments he’s going to be forced through when we’re back home.”

Scar huffed a short breath, “Damn glad I didn’t grow up on your planet. Criminals or not, everything I’ve heard just feels cruel. Do you have no rights? No choice of anything? This whole ship! This is terrible!”

“Oh, well, in theory we’ve got rights. Half of them get thrown out the window once you’re given a prison sentence though. You have a lot more freedom with prisoners, whether they’re innocent or guilty of the crimes that landed them there. You can justify a lot of shit. Incarceration is a business and we’re just lab rats I’m afraid. We’re here to be used or studied, and even in Cub's case, where it’s entirely unclear what happened to him, it doesn’t really matter. Whether he was a puppet to an alien parasite or did this all of his own free will.. he’s still here. For the record, I do not think the answer is as simple as Cub being straight up possessed, sculk sickness does not escalate like that and Cub should have known he was sick, he should have gotten help- but that’s neither here nor there. Whatever the case, that illness left him significantly impaired, and the way he’s been mistreated afterwards has only made the whole thing more of a shitshow. I mean, come on, he’s far from perfect now, but this is leaps and bounds better than day one, and if he’d gotten proper care and treatment the second he was apprehended, maybe he wouldn’t be so fucked up.” Cleo threw up their arms in a great exasperation, “But what do I know.”

“Oh. Guess that makes sense.” Scar fiddled with his hands, looking down. Most things he heard about Cub confused him, the sculk especially he did not like. The idea something like that could ‘possess’ you at all was frightening, even if Cleo didn’t believe that’s what happened. Scar’s ear turned downward in his thought, brow furrowing. “What do you think happened?”

Cleo shrugged. “You mean how it started? I haven’t got a single clue. Like I said before, Cub has a different story every time, and 80% of those excuses aren’t even feasible.”

“But what about after? Do you think he wanted to do all that? Spread it around?”

Cleo was quiet for a moment, and they closed their eyes, shaking their head. “Who knows. Could’ve, but he has no motive besides Thinking It’s Neat, which isn’t really anything to go off of. I sure think Present Cub believes he wanted to commit all that damage, he says he’d do it again in a heartbeat, but he says just as much he’s tired of being eaten alive, so do with that what you will. Honestly, I think he hates it, sculk. How could he not? It’s sufficiently ruined his life, even if he did set out to infect half of his own country with it intentionally. But I don’t think he knows he hates it. I don’t think he’d ever be able to let himself know it, because then he’s trapped, and you got a taste of what Cub does when he feels backed into a corner.”

Scar grimaced, but took a breath to let the discomfort pass. “Do you guys talk about this stuff a lot? Cub’s only really brought up the sculk to me once, just the other night. He wanted to know if he’d gotten me sick after I ate him.”

“Oh, right,” Cleo looked amused, “Did he?”

“Well he sure thinks so, but I don’t.”

“Right. Well to answer your question, no, not anymore. But we used to, god did we used to. It was around half a human year where all the walls came down and we just talked and talked and talked.. Everything. Secrets I’ve never shared with anyone, shared like it’s a regular Tuesday afternoon. He had so much to say about sculk, so much, a lot of it repetitive and most of it pretty incoherent, but he talked about it regularly for almost a year before tapering off. I think he was trying to figure it out for himself. Thinking out loud. It was damn interesting to listen to, though with how inconsistent and straight up contradictory 90% of what came out of his mouth was, I bet the assholes eavesdropping through the cameras were slamming their heads against their desks trying to figure out what the hell happened. I hope so.”

But Scar’s ear pinned, whirling around in his search for cameras, “I- They can listen?”

Cleo raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? I mean, not 24/7, but with you here I bet someone’s almost always checked in; not every day we get to learn a thing or two about the catfolk all those light years away.”

“This- I gotta get out of here.”

Cleo laughed, “You get used to it. I wouldn’t worry too much, your planet isn’t in any sort of danger.”

“I.. I really don’t like that.”

“Well, nothing you can do. Best to forget about all the ways your privacy is being violated because it will never end. Only one camera in the safe room, though, and if you talk quiet they can’t really hear you.”

“This sucks.”

“Yup! Welcome to prison life on planet Earth! Plenty more horrors await you, though luckily, this is pretty much as bad as it gets. Oh, joy!”

Scar huffed a laugh despite the lack of humor; nothing funny about it, really, but what else could you do? Any objections weren’t going to make him any less stuck. Did the folks at home know about this? Scar wondered if they objected or if anything could be done. A pang of longing dragged his shoulders into a hunch. How long had it been since that last call? A month at least, maybe more.. Scar struggled to keep track outside of human units. Would they still be angry? Bitter? A surge of homesickness almost pulled him straight to the monitors, and very clearly he could imagine himself at the keys, clicking in his name, struggling to remember the steps to call home. Anxiety overcame him in the end. He said nothing. Maybe Cleo knew, but she didn’t say anything either.

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welp-back-on-my-bs · 4 months ago

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ike prince zoo to husband AU

- you have three pets at home Yeves(yellow cat), Rio, ans Silvio

- you found Rio first, saving him from the streets, he likes to lay in your lap and cuddle you alot

- then you went to a pet store and bonded with Yeves then a bit later Silvio

- Yeves is often in accidents, falling off of everything, tripping iver things, etc. It's amazing he is still alive

- Silvio and Rio often bark at eachogher and play fight. You do get worried about Rio, bit soon after he trots ived to you and cuddles you. Silvio is a bit of a gaurd dog and protects you, and steals treats when he can get away with it. He also barks and growls at any of your guests and won't let woman (outside of you if you are one) pet him

- at the zoo you take care of alot of differnt animals

- there is the Albino Tiger known as Chalavier, you call him Chev, he dosent really let people hang around him. You're one of the only ones he does, witch is cool, you walk with him, and feed him. He dosent ever seem interested if you ever play with him, so you leave it be. Aparantly thjbgs went bad with the other tiger so they have been seperated

- Clavis is quite the graceful and playful leopard. He likes to jump on you and give you a bunch of kisses and is a bit cuddley. He clearly takes pride in whatever you gift him and is sure to eat it in view of other animals

- Nokoto is also quite the affectionate little animal. Although he is a bit more likely to show that affection in private areas. He tries his best to leave his sent on you. Loves to chase you and play tag

- Luke literally is the most affectionate and vuddley bear here. You tought the other animals were cuddley. When it comes to hibernation, he tries to take you to his cave to hibernate with him. It is dangerous for others to try to free you, but you can make a trade for your freedom

- Leon the Lion. Makes sence for a lion. He is quite the elegant and sweet one, with a beautiful dark Maine. He has never really shown who his favorite keeper is, but sometimes gentley bites your sleeve so you can stay longer

- Jin is a beautiful and elegant Eagle. He often flies over the zoo as the animals aren't going to attack him, and he won't attack them either. He has good manners, but mainly lands on the female employes

- Licht is a quiet and unassuming wolf. He often stays away from his keepers. He is a rescue from another zoo afterall along side of Nokoto. He gets along well with all of the animals surprisingly. He dosent allways eat, but you have been the first one to get him to. You do worry about him and just kinda hangout in hos enclosure sometimes just to let him get used to you

- Sarel is this beautiful big Eatern king snake, he was the first zoo animal witch took a likeing to you outside of Leon maybe. He likes to hang out on your shoulders and let you talk to kids and others about him and his species.

- Gilbert is the other lion this time with Melanism. He is black and quite beautiful really. He is quite playful with you, but is a bit nippy. He is often isolated and not allowed to sotalize with the other animals within the zoo due to a big fight with Chev causing him to lose an eye.

- Keith is another rescue from another zoo. He isn't really allowed to sofalize with the other animals due to being prey. He is another enclosure you do hang out in. Only Licht is allowed to play with him because Licht dosent eat animals he knows, any dead ones given to him. Keith is quite the sweet deer, most of the time. There're times where he does get aggressive and a bit bucky. You don't blame h8m tough and give him space and respect. He does his best to keep you safe while in his enclosure.

- one day you wake up to "hey! I'm hungry- are ya gonna feed us or what?-"

"Heyyy be nice to our human-"

"Whatever- they need to feed me since I'm the only one here who can actually take care of us outside of them getting the food!"

"Please shut up you two. They should get their beauty rest."

- what in the hell is going on????

#part 2 may come into existence #dont hold me to it tho lol #ikemen series #ikepri #ikemen prince

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madude21 · 1 year ago

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Over time

Suzanne loved being pregnant with her bosses baby. Not only was he a good lover but also a great boss. When she started at a tech company she never imagined she would have it so easy.

At first she was just a regular secatatary, taking calls, scheduling meetings, and all the boring paper work no one wanted to do. After awhile she was sick of it and went to her boss ,Jack, to ask for a more important position.

She never really thought anything of him until she saw how dirty he really was. One day, as she approached his corner office she saw that it was locked and started to head back to her desk. Bit before that she heard a muffled "AAAHHH" sound.

Fearing her boss was in trouble she unlocked the door to help him. When the door was opened she saw Jack rubbingone out to his computer."GET THE HELL OUT" he yelled.

She quickly shut the door and stated back to her desk. So many thoughts were going through her head as she tried to forget about what she saw. Not 5 minutes had passed before Jack called her back into his office.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Suzanne, I know it was wrong and I'll think twice before trying that again. But please can we keep this between us, my dad would kill me if he found out what I did at his company" he explained

"I think we should get you a new lock. I got into your office with just a paper clip" Suzanne said in a calm voice. "What, why are you thinking about the door Suzanne"

"You can call me Suzie, and I think you're dad is the least of your worries". He gulped "I'm done for ain't I?" He asked with fear in his voice. "Now ever since I started here you've treated me fair and I think we can reach a fair agreement"

Jack thought the worst as he started to worry about what Suzie was planning. "what did you have in mind?"he asked in a shaky voice. "I know there a new branch management position open, I would like to have it" Suzie said smirking. "Done, it's yours" Jack said hoping that it was all. "There is one other thing". Susie got up and walk towards Jack with malicious intent.

"I want you put a baby's in me" Susie demanded. "What did you say?" Jack wanted to make sure that this was real. "With all this work I've been doing I haven't been able to really live a social life and I want to become a mother before it's too late". Jack was astonished, he didn't really have a social life either because he grew up rich and was basically raised by tutors. "I... uh... don't know what to say". "Don't say anything, just sit there and look pretty" Suzie bent over and took her panties off and dropped on the floor infront of him. Jack's heart raced as he couldn't believe what was happening right now. "Are we really doing this, right here, right now?". Susie ignored his words and started to unbuckle his pants. Jack was in shock, he knew that this was wrong but he was afraid of what she might do if he stopped her.

"just relax and try to be quiet this time" she put her leg over his chair, as her wet pussy hovered over his cock, she guided his dick inside her. "mmnng" she moned softly as to not draw any attention. Jack was enjoying himself until "hnnng" he didn't last long. Susie felt his worm cum inside her "that's ok boss, I got what I wanted". She got off him, turned around and bent over to pick he panties up.

"I'm not done yet" jack grabbed her wrist, his cock was still hard and his confidence had grown. "I don't mind making sure I'm pregnant" she leaned on his desk and presented her cum filled pussy. "I'm gonna enjoy this" he whispered in her ear as he started ramming his hips against her ass. His dick reaching deep inside her. They didn't care how loud they were, they fucked each other all morning that day.

That was 9 months ago and now Suzie sat in her own office with her beautifully round belly. Jack had her office custom made so that their coworkers were deaf to the sounds of their "one on one meetings". Jack entered her office and locked the door "thought we could have some fun before the meeting. How's my son doing". "he has been causing some trouble in there, I think he wants his daddy". Suzie bent over on here chair, awaiting Jack's dick. "You shouldn't even be working being a week overdue, but I can't deny that ass" Jack began fucking her. Wrapping his hands around her plump baby bump and feeling and his son kicking much more than usual "he's really fussy today huh?". Jack turned Suzie so that he could get a better grip of her belly "not so rough today" Suzie begged."I'll try" Jack responded as he pulled her belly aggenst his hips.

They made love for 20 minutes before the pains began. "Aaagh" " are you alright?" "Yes it's nothing, just don't stop". Jack continued, he couldn't resist her jucy pussy as it was extra wet today. " oh god, unnnggg" Suzie's water broke and soked her carpet floor. "Was that the baby" jack asked, worried. "No I just camed" she lied.

"Are you sure, that's a lot of juice" "yeah I've been drinking a lot of liquids" Susie didn't want to miss this meeting, she had to be present not because she needed to but she wanted to see Jack get his promotion. "I'll be fine I can last an hour before the baby comes" she thought. " you go get ready for the meeting, I'm going to clean up this mess and" she was interrupted by a painful contraction. "Are you ok" jack asked "just Braxton hics, nothing to worry about. You go I'll see you at the meeting" she said rushing him out the door. "Please, I want to see Jack inherent the company, just stay in there for a little while"

At the meeting, she was lucky to be seated at the far side, away from Jack. The CEO and Jack's dad, the owner and founder, sat at the other end of the table. As the meeting began the time between her contractions grew smaller. "It's only an hour, I can make it" she said as she felt her baby pushing against her cervix. The meaning was like any other boring corporate meeting. They started by sharing quarterly reports and future contracts. She couldn't focus on anything they were saying as she tried so hard to stay silent.

"Finally it was time for Jack to receive his promotion. Jack's father got up to address the room "now on to more exciting news, I think it's time to welcome our new CFO Jack" everyone in the room started clapping and as they did Suzie was able to let out a small whimper of pain as she felt like pushing. As the noise died down Jack started to speak "I am very honored to have this position and I would like to thank my branch manager, this could have happened without you Suzanne and I would like to thank you for all your hard work". She stood up trying very hard not to scream "thank you all for supporting me... I know times been tough but together we can-mnngg-get through it". She sat down quick, and as she did another contraction hit her.

When the meeting was overly quickly waddled to her office. She knew that she wasn't going to make it to the hospital and laid on the floor to push. A couple of minutes I'd pass and she could feel her baby halfway up the birth canal. Suddenly Jack swung the door opened " I knew it, why didn't you tell me?". "Just shut up and help me deliver this baby,I'm so close" she said pushing her baby. "No son of mine is being born in an office" Jack stuff cheese fingers inside Suzie and started to push their son back. "NNOOO, STOP" Suzie cried out in vain. "now I'm going to carry you and you're going to keep your legs shut until we get to the hospital, understood? " Suzie nodded.

The trip to the hospital was excruciating. Jack would constantly stick his fingers inside Suzie to make sure his baby stayed inside. Every time Suzie pushed he pushed back. But right as they got into the parking lot Suzie was able to push her babies head out. "PLEASE JUST LET ME FINNISH" "NO, YOU BETTER START WAIT TILL THE DELIVERY ROOM" Jack pulled her up. It was hard to walk when there was a baby in between her legs. Jack manage to find a wheelchair and sat her down. When they got to the lobby Jack yelled for the doctor's help but in vain because with one final push his son was born.

#birth kink #pushingbabybackin #giving birth

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glamdringwlv · 3 months ago

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-Get it on-

Maybe the worst Logan is not that bad.

Wolverine/Logan Howlett x female!OC a/n: Hi! This is my first work on this app and in English, which isn’t my first language. This idea has been in my mind since I saw the movie because this Logan has me on my knees for him. I hope you'll give it a chance. I'm using a oc female caracter bc I feel it that way. She has powers, so she is a mutant. And I took several liberties to make the shot and it probably has some mistakes but I wanted to write something cute for Logan. Thanks Warnings: Suggestive lenguage, Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, a bit of angst, foul language, mentions of alcohol, cursing, my bad english.

Summary: Grace Green has been waiting for her Logan to show up for so long that she’s losing her mind. But when it seems he’s finally appeared, it turns out to be the worst one.

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Wade tries to stifle a surprised squeal, but fails and quickly turns toward his companion.

"Well, pluck out my eyes and call me Al. It’s her, Logan. It’s her."

Logan doesn’t seem fazed, but when Grace sees him, she can’t help but run toward him, ignoring the stares from the others. From the mercenary's perspective, everything happens in slow motion, like in those cheesy romantic movies he secretly loved.

Her arms wrap around his neck, and Logan instinctively grabs her waist, not letting go of the bottle in his hand. Their lips crash together in a rough kiss, and the X-Men sighs happily, unable to suppress a silly smile as the kiss continues.

The others watch the scene with satisfaction, glad that the girl's endless misery-filled speeches have finally come to an end.

"Alright, folks, I think we’ve had enough cocaine jokes. No need to push Disney’s patience any further." Wade nudges Logan’s shoulder, to which he responds with a deep growl, tightening his hold on Grace. "Did you just growl at me? You're such an animal."

It’s Grace who pulls back, placing her hands on the mutant's chest, hardly believing he’s there with her.

"Why do you taste like rubbing alcohol?"

"Because our big guy here downed a bottle of ethanol and some hawk-eye whiskey. Tell ‘em, big man."

"My name’s Gambit."

"Sure, whatever."

Grace seems dazed but can’t hide how happy she is.

"God, Lo. I’ve missed you so much. This whole place is filled with Deadpools, but no Wolverines. I was losing hope of ever seeing my Logan again."

"My Logan?" Grace didn’t like the sound of that. She takes a few steps back, needing the distance to get some perspective.

"Oh ho ho, you have no idea who she is, do you, you bastard?" Wade’s voice confirms Grace's suspicions, but it’s Logan’s expression that assures him.

"God, I just kissed some random Wolverine…" Grace puts a hand to her forehead, her features twisted in anguish.

"He’s not just any Wolverine, he’s the worst one. But I guess we have to make do—"

"Shut up, Wade!" Grace sends a blast of power that flings him across the room.

"You know me?! Damn, the freaking best X-Man on the planet knows my name!"

"You," Grace steps up to Logan, jabbing her finger into his chest with more force than the mutant expected, "if you didn’t know me, why’d you follow along with the kiss?"

He lowers his head threateningly, getting on her level as if contemplating kissing her again.

"I’d be crazy to refuse a kiss from a woman like you, wouldn’t I? Besides, shouldn’t you have made sure who I was before throwing yourself into my arms?"

She huffs and shakes her head, not putting any distance between them.

"You really are the worst. I kissed you because you’re wearing the same suit as my Logan. I assumed you were him. But don’t you dare twist this around like it’s my fault."

"Guys, we’re in a time where people don’t belong to other people. Come on, be a little more open-minded."

"Shut the hell up!" they both shout simultaneously.

"See? You’re perfect for each other."

"Wade, I swear I’ll rip out your tongue and shove it up your ass, and I’ll savor every second it takes you to regenerate it, ‘cause they’ll be the best moments of my life."

She starts walking towards him, drawing two batons from the sheaths at her hips, stopping dangerously close. Wade stares at her, petrified, finally left speechless.

"Are those Daredevil's freaking batons?"

"God!" She extends a hand and hurls him into Logan, sending them both crashing into the far wall.

"What the hell?" Logan kicks Wade off him and stands up, discovering the bottle he’d been holding had shattered from the impact. The room fills with the sound of claws unsheathing.

The others enjoy the show, not wanting to get in Grace's way. They’d already learned the hard way that it wasn’t ideal.

"Logan, I don’t know how my variant is in your universe, but I’m much stronger than you. Don’t even try."

Wolverine bares his teeth like a wild beast. Maybe he was wrong. He leans forward, claws ready, prepared to charge at her. She can see how he’s healing from the wounds caused by crashing into various things in the room, which only enrages him more.

"Poor big kitty, did you get hurt, little claws?"

"Call me that again, and I swear I’ll—"

Before he can do anything, Deadpool steps between them.

"Guys, as much as I think this would totally turn me on, I can’t let you kill each other. Logan, this here is Grace Green, pretty much the only one who can put up with you and your soulmate in every timeline, I’d say." He turns to the girl. "I’m a huge fan of yours. But she’s also one of the strongest X-Men around. She could tear you apart if she wanted. We could really use her help."

"My soulmate?"

"That’s all you took from that?"

"Don’t listen to him, it’s just a figure of speech. But it’s true that I’m the only one who puts up with you, you’ve got a horrible temper, kitty claws."

"Stop calling me that, damn it. I’m not the asshole from your universe."

"Of course, you’re not, soft claws. My Logan would have torn you apart."

"Let him try."

"Actually, I thought Wolverines couldn’t age. I can’t believe I mistook you for him. What happened, Kitty? Not using enough coconut oil?"

"That’s it, I’m ripping out your throat in one move."

"Hey, Logan, no, stop. We need these people’s help, and you’re acting like a jerk."

"I don’t need anyone’s help."

"It’s impossible to leave this place, I’ve already tried. Cassandra can nullify my powers with a snap of her fingers."

"But you haven’t tried with us. Look, we’ve already been to her lair and—"

Elektra interrupts him.

"Wait, if these two clowns managed to get in and out alive, there might be a chance."

"YES! YES! Yes to everything."

"To what?"

"To you and me and you and everyone. To us, to being a team."

"You’re going to die."

"That’s not the attitude, Logan."

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Grace had overheard the entire conversation between Laura and Logan. She knew eavesdropping was wrong, but she couldn’t help staying hidden when the X-Man's words broke her heart. She didn’t understand what had brought her there; her feet had just started moving towards him. When the girl disappeared, she approached him.

"I don’t want company, thanks." Logan's voice was still tinged with sadness and the effort it took not to cry. She felt something stir in her chest. She wanted to lift her hand and touch his hair, to use her powers to quiet whatever tormented him, even if just for a moment.

"Easy, Kitty, I come in peace. I bring an offering." She raised a bottle from Remy’s secret stash. It was her Logan’s favorite booze, so she hoped it was his too.

Logan raised an eyebrow, almost surprised to see one of his most common choices in the hand of the woman who had just sat beside him. He sighed and resigned himself to the nickname she had chosen for him. He accepted the gift and growled in gratitude. It was a start.

Silence enveloped them, but Grace was just grateful to be with Logan again. Even though her mind screamed that he wasn’t hers, her feelings overwhelmed her.

"You keep looking at me like that, princess."

She almost fainted at the nickname. She quickly looked at him, unable to take her eyes off his profile. That’s how Wolverine used to call her to irritate her sometimes. She let out a sigh.

"Like what?"

"Like you’re trying to see someone else. I’m not him. I’ll never be him."

Grace felt each word like a punch to the gut. She had fought against a lot of people and received some pretty nasty wounds, but this stung much more than any of them.

"I know." The words came out as a whisper, but she knew he could hear them. Tears began to fall down her cheek. "I didn’t get to say goodbye. It’s not like he’s dead or we broke up. I have no way to ease the loss I feel." Unconsciously, she started to fidget with the dog tags Logan had given her long ago, feeling more exhausted than ever. "And then you show up, wearing his suit and all his personality, his voice… For a moment, I felt like I was home again."

Logan’s hand shot out without thinking to grab her arm. Grace looked at him, her vision blurred with tears, her breath catching.

"Listen, I can’t replace him. Like I said, I’m not him."

"I’m not trying to replace him. I know you’re not him, but you remind me so much of everything I’ve lost. I guess I was just looking for something to hold onto, even if it’s just the ghost of what I had."

Logan’s defenses crumbled when he saw in her eyes a reflection of his own feelings. He slowly withdrew the hand that had tried to somehow anchor them both to reality.

"I don’t know you, Grace, but you’re stronger than you think. You don’t need to cling to any shadow to move forward. You’ve managed just fine in this hellhole."

The X-Men reflects on the words of this Wolverine, feeling relief for the first time in a long while. She had carried such a heavy burden all this time, one that had joined the endless void inside her, growing larger and larger. Hearing those words eased that feeling of anguish a bit. Wade had said this was the worst Wolverine, but she didn’t completely agree. She understood that this one carried an additional burden that dragged him down even more.

"I wish I could have said goodbye to my people, not just to Logan. The TVA wiped them all out when they pulled me from my timeline. I can’t help but think it’s my fault they’re gone. All I have left is this ridiculous lemon-yellow suit." In better spirits, she caught Logan’s attention by touching his arm. "I preferred the black one, didn’t you, Kitty?"

Logan growls in her direction, and she laughs with delight.

"The truth is, it suits you like a glove. You’ve always worn it with more dignity. Cyclops was jealous."

The comment seems to boost his ego, and he smirks.

"Cyclops, jealous? That idiot only has eyes for himself."

"Not when you steal the girl."

Logan looks at her seriously, processing what she just said.

"Were you Cyclops’ girlfriend?"

"Yeah, we entered the school together when we were kids, so we only had each other. When I was part of the teaching staff, I met Logan, and that bastard made me fall for him completely."

"How did he do it?"

"What?"

"Make you fall for him."

The mutant grinned widely and shook her head, amused.

"The truth is, he was a grump and a grouch. We didn’t get along very well. We just argued and fought a lot. But we eventually got along when we realized we were more alike than we thought. Logan had a hard time trusting others, and I had a hard time delegating to the team. Plus, he’d never admit it, but he fell for me first. Followed me around like I’d just discovered fire."

Logan nodded slowly, not doubting her last words. He was starting to understand why her Wolverine had fallen first.

"You could always try convincing that loudmouth Wade to take you with him to his timeline if you survive this suicide mission."

"Don’t you want to go back?"

"There’s nothing to go back to."

Shee remembered his conversation with Laura and wanted to return the favor by quieting his demons.

Shee stood up, took the bottle from his hands, and took a swig that made her close his eyes. God, it had been so long since she’d done this that she feared he might lose control completely. She looked down at him and saw fury cloud his gaze once more. Despite knowing it might cost her life, she did it anyway.

Grabbing his hands, she straddled his lap, her face inches from his. Despite the alcohol, he smelled like him—like Logan, like home. A shaky sigh escaped her lips as she heard him curse.

"Look, I’m flattered, and I’m going to regret saying this, but I don’t think this is what you want."

Grace understood where Logan’s train of thought was going when she felt something beneath her. She bit her lip to stifle the laughter that was about to escape her throat and looked seriously into his eyes.

"I think it’s something we both want, Logan. Since when are you such a gentleman?"

He seemed to be fighting an internal battle, but his hands quickly moved to grip her hips, pulling her closer to him, losing his composure.

"I’m trying not to be the worst Wolverine, but you’re not making it easy, sweetheart."

"Well, I thought you’d be happy to see me, Bub," she said, giving him a look that suggested exactly what the mutant was thinking, and she rolled her hips, making Wolverine growl. His grip on her hips tightened to stop her.

"You’re going to kill me, you know that," he said, she was marveled at the smug smile that transformed his features completely. She felt the need to kiss him, but she didn’t.

Logan was confused by the inevitable attraction he felt for her, as if she were made of some kind of magnet that irresistibly drew his adamantium skeleton. He had a fleeting thought that she was somehow made for him, even though moments ago they were about to kill each other. He remembered Wade’s words, and a sigh escaped his lips: She’s your soulmate.

Grace laughed, unaware of the battle the mutant was fighting. She raised her hands to cup both sides of his face and closed her eyes, comforted by his warmth. Maybe, if they made it out alive, she’d seriously consider the suggestion she was straddling.

"Well, Logan, be patient; it’s been a long time since I’ve done this."

She shifted in her seat, earning another muffled groan from him.

"I’m a bit out of practice too, but I’m sure we’ll figure out how to make it wor—" He suddenly stopped when he felt Grace’s presence in his mind, much more abrupt than he remembered Charles ever being. "What the hell?"

Grace navigated through Logan’s memories and found the place where he hid from all the pain. Still, she could hear everything that tormented and haunted him.

"Let me return the favor. Let me make you free for a moment, Logan."

Suddenly, everything went quiet in his head—the screams, the memories, everything that made him want to give up. He let out a satisfied sigh, feeling at peace. Besides pushing away the thoughts, Grace had poured a thousand emotions into him, serving as a balm for his torments. He could feel all the love the girl held inside, the joy, and the hope.

He let his head drop until their foreheads rested together. Grace used the moment to comfort herself one last time with the presence of the person she had loved the most. On the other hand, Logan reveled in the feeling of not having the weight on his shoulders, grateful for the favor.

"Thank you for giving me this moment, Logan. It’s the best thing I’ve had in a long time."

Logan couldn’t speak. He was so overwhelmed with happiness that he felt overpowered, in a good way. He just nodded slowly.

"When Logan had nightmares, I used to keep them away so he could sleep. Why don’t you do the same, big guy? You look tired."

He nodded again as she got up from his lap and helped him lie down. As she was about to leave, Logan’s hand closed around her wrist like a shackle, stopping her. He needed her, her company, and he felt that she needed him too.

"You could stay. If you want."

Without responding, she nodded too, lying down beside him and stroking his hair until his breathing became deep. She watched as, with his relaxed face, he looked even more like her Logan.

"Goodbye, Logan," she whispered before falling completely asleep, comforted by the warmth that made her feel at home for the last time.

#Logan howlett #hugh jackman #wolverine #deadpool #wade wilson #howlett fics #wolverine x reader #oc #logan x f!reader #logan fics #logan howlett imagine

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receival · 8 months ago

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star trek enterprise, season 1 starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from star trek enterprise.

is he dead?

so that’s your diplomatic solution? to do what they tell you?

you’re not going to let them do this, are you?

you have no idea how much i’m restraining myself from knocking you on your ass.

this is no time to be imposing your ethical beliefs.

when your logic doesn’t work, you raise your voice?

i had a feeling their approach wouldn’t sit too well with you.

don’t screw this up.

i don’t think i’m quite ready to have my molecules compressed into a data stream.

they claim it’s safe.

keep your shirt on, (name).

is it me, or does the artificial gravity seem a bit … heavy?

i believe you missed a spot.

think you can handle it?

keep trying, you’ve almost got it.

it’s impossible for me to leave now.

i could order you.

do you really want someone else to do it?

in the meantime, we’re to extend them every courtesy.

is there a problem?

while you may not share our enthusiasm for this mission, i expect you to follow our rules.

if there’s nothing else …

can you prevent it?

when will we speak again?

don’t be concerned with ‘when’.

love what you’ve done with the place.

what you lack biologically, you make up for with your … charming optimism.

be very careful with that.

if you’re going to try to embrace new worlds, you must try to embrace new ideas.

please, no apologies.

what better time to study human beings than when they’re under pressure?

i’ll do the best i can.

you’re upside down, (name).

sightseeing was not one of my assignments.

all work and no play … everyone should get out for a little fun now and then.

you should have started without me.

you have yet to embrace either patience or logic.

with proper discipline, anything’s possible.

perhaps you’d like to go to your quarters and lie down.

i’m sorry, (name), i’m doing the best that i can.

we’re losing power on all decks.

shut up!

there’s someone here.

are you alright?

we have state of the art senses. why the hell didn’t we detect them?

there’s no way you could have anticipated this.

your mission is over.

space is very big, (name).

your reaction to this situation is a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system.

get the hell out there and make yourself useful.

i’ve never seen anything quite like it.

did it ever occur to you that i might know what i’m doing?

any luck?

are you sure it’s safe to stand so close to that?

why the hesitation?

i wasn’t authorized to reveal the details of our findings.

i’m not going to harm you. tell me where it is.

are you certain they’re telling the truth.

i don’t know what you’re looking for.

you have a tendency to be … gregarious. i suggest you try to restrain that tendency.

it’s nothing that concerns us.

but first — you should enjoy yourself.

we should get going.

i’ll meet there as soon as you can.

you should learn when to interfere and when not to.

maybe we should get back to where there are more people.

you better be careful.

if you’re thinking of harming me, i’d advise against it.

what are you doing?

you know, under different circumstances i might be flattered by this, but …

that’s … never happened before.

you know i’m not lying to you. now what?

they’re simply soldiers fighting a temporal cold war.

you need to get up here as quickly as you can.

the storm’s getting worse.

the storm’s kicking up too much interference.

i can’t do it.

it shouldn’t take more than a few moments.

you must really be proud of yourself.

you didn’t wasn’t much time, did you?

how long before we get back to (planet / place)?

what happened to, “this is a foolish mission”?

my instincts tell me not to trust them.

there’s too much distortion.

your instincts were right.

i believe we have found what we’re looking for.

they followed us here.

i’m okay, (name).

wouldn’t exactly call this an improvement.

it’s just a little bad weather.

we’re too far away.

if we remain here, they’re going to locate us.

how complicated can it be? up, down, forward, reverse … i’ll figure it out.

it’s illogical to attempt this alone.

never put off ‘till tomorrow.

if anything happens to either of you, i’ll be held responsible.

they have two settings: stun and kill. it would be best not to confuse them.

i really don’t want to have to carry you out of here.

be quiet!

i’ll be right behind you.

i don’t particularly like the way you smell, either!

wait a minute. i think i’ve got something.

i’m only picking up two bio - signs.

turn the ship around. now.

what’s there to interpret?

what the hell is that supposed to mean?

i can’t believe this!

the situation must be analyzed logically.

you’re wasting your time.

it would be unwise to discharge that weapon in this room.

am i supposed to be impressed you know my name?

i was going to let you go.

what you call tricks, we call progress.

sorry, (name). i had no other choice.

i’ll take that as a “thank you”.

let’s hope that’s the last time somebody takes a shot at us.

if i’m going to pull this off, there’s a few things i need to leave behind.

this mission would have failed without your help.

i hope you’re not in a big hurry to get home.

i didn’t realize you spoke slug.

she doesn’t look any better, does she?

i promise to do my best to keep it alive.

he’s gonna make you all better.

we’ve been out here for two weeks, and the only ‘first contact’ we’ve made … is with a dying worm.

shh! hear that? squeaking. something squeaking.

my people don’t share your enthusiasm for exploration.

i know the statistics!

i’ll leave you to your … exploring.

… i’m having trouble sleeping.

the further we are from everyone else, the better.

are you sure it’s not the simulations that are off?

it’s time for a little target practice.

anyone sitting here?

no, please. sit down, sit down.

try the potatoes. they’re delicious.

wasting time seems to be all we’ve been doing. starting to get a little antsy.

we’ve been on the move for two weeks, and we haven’t seen a damn thing.

every moment’s been an adventure for me.

humans are so unpredictable.

it’s good to see you’re enjoying yourself.

how big is it?

doesn’t seem to be moving very fast.

if you insist on allowing your curiosity to dictate your actions.

are those venting ports … or hull breaches?

those look like scorch marks.

if there is anyone home, you can be they know we’re out here.

not everyone chooses to answer the door when they hear a knock.

it would be best to resume our previous course.

maybe they’re in trouble — sick, or something.

is there a problem, (name)?

we’re not breaking in. we’re just going to see if everything’s okay.

there’s gonna be plenty of time to go exploring.

whoever’s on that ship might not want us nosing around.

maybe they could use our help.

sorry to bother you, (name).

it should be exciting.

the environmental suits, they make me a little … claustrophobic.

you talked me into it, remember?

what is it, (name)? is something wrong?

hang on, i’ll come with you.

can’t be too careful, (name).

you’ve seen too many science fiction movies.

is this necessary?

just a precaution.

just our luck.

blood?

whatever it is, it hasn’t been here very long.

(name), where are you going?!

my guess is, they’re coming back.

we should leave.

you’re telling me that we should just leave them there?

your intentions were admirable, (name). but there’s nothing we can do for them now.

i’d never seen that many dead people in one place before.

you have nothing to be ashamed of.

i screamed like a 12 year old girl.

we’re all frightened by unfamiliar things.

you should be grateful that your body of experience doesn’t include rooms full of corpses.

it goes without saying that you’re going to encounter the unexpected.

i shouldn’t have brought her onboard.

what kind of pasta is this? it’s great.

too spicy for you?

they were crewmen. murdered on their own ship.

what’s the matter? the tension bothering you?

must be great, not to let things bother you. no remorse, no guilt.

we don’t know where they came from.

we didn’t even try.

am i the only one who’s having a problem with this?

so we should avoid confrontation at any cost?

you got an answer for everything, don’t you?

we have a code of behavior, and we try to obey it.

it took a few thousand years, but i think we’re starting to get it right.

how were they killed?

care to assist?

could be a laundry list. or instructions on how to conquer the universe.

i’m surprised you’re not familiar with it.

how long before the transceiver’s online?

the quicker we get this done, the quicker we can get back to the ship.

i’m not suited for this.

give it a try, you’ll be fine.

i think i’ve got it!

they’re still not responding.

we’re dead in the water, (name).

i’m afraid we’re stuck here for awhile.

it doesn’t have to be perfect.

i’ll get it all wrong, and i’ll — i’ll just make things worse.

things can’t get much worse.

you’re gonna do just fine here.

how can you eat that stuff?

did you hear about this?

i wonder if someone lives there.

someone may have a claim on it.

i understand that you have a more cautious approach, but i didn’t come out here to tiptoe around.

thanks for choosing me for this mission.

you’d have better luck making friends with a housefly.

i almost forgot what fresh air smelled like.

take a minute to enjoy yourself.

perfect. hold it right there.

you have your assignment. we’ll rendezvous here at 1900 hours.

i’m afraid my log entry isn’t going to do this justice.

don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere.

you’d be lost without me.

sorry. i lost track of time.

glad to see you’re getting into the spirit of things.

when’s the last time you slept under the stars?

this isn’t shore leave. this is a research mission.

research isn’t the only reason we’re out here.

you almost destroyed the ship!

let me guess: no ghost stories where you’re from?

when i was a kid, i’d go camping with my buddies. we’d spend half the night looking up at the stars, wondering what our own sun would look like from this far away.

headache. if it’s alright with you, i’d like to lie down before we get back to work.

nice going, (name). you scared off the bugs.

did you hear that? someone’s out there.

are we allowed to squash alien life - forms?

you want to shoot a bug?

do you require assistance?

we should leave!

where do you propose we go? back out into the storm?

it’s too dangerous. we should go back.

who were they? who were you talking to?

there’s no one here.

we’re apparently not alone.

we’re getting out of here.

why won’t you tell me what’s going on?

i have no reason to deceive you.

you’ve held things back before. you might be doing it again.

this is pointless.

we’re stuck down here for god knows how long, with a bunch of rock people who, for all we know, are staring at us from these walls right now — not to mention a crewman out there who probably won’t last the night.

if we’re gonna get through this, i need to know what the hell’s going on.

you couldn’t care less about him, or any of the rest of us!

your emotions are beginning to effect your judgement.

you’re becoming irrational.

you’ve never seen me irrational.

i’d hate to add to our problems, but we’re running low on water

join me, if you’d like.

sit down. you heard me.

find anything you wanna tell me about?

there’s nothing of scientific interest on this planet. our mission here was a waste of time.

i’ve learned a great deal about human behavior.

i thought you had your emotions all locked up.

having a little problem, are you?

you think we’re gonna wait around here for you to slaughter us?

i’ll blow this whole cave apart if i have to.

i know you hear me!

these wounds should heal nicely.

you don’t understand what’s going on.

put your weapon down, (name). bthat’s an order.

have you been affected?

(name)? you still with me?

listen to me. i’m giving you an order.

what’d you do to him?

i have no idea what you just said, but it didn’t sound very nice.

you’re making a mistake, working with her.

i thought you said he was going to be fine.

i … think it might be too late.

i can’t tell you how sorry i am, (name).

i need to know if they’re going to be dead when we get there in the morning.

can’t afford to have you going out on me.

say one more word of that gibberish, and i’m gonna split you in two!

(name), how long have we known each other?

i’m asking you to trust me now.

this is a major breach of security, but i’m going to have to trust you.

i hope you know the difference between ‘stun’ and ‘kill’.

you didn’t shoot me last night, did you?

i was hoping it was all just a bad dream.

look, i know i kind of shot my mouth off last night…

challenge your preconceptions, or they’ll challenge you.

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sunshine-n-raccoons · 2 years ago

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“Don’t Make Me Tell Santa!”

Eddie Munson x Little!Reader

SFW ALWAYS! Included Agere content, if you don’t like that please don’t read!

TW: some swear words!

When the reader has a bad attitude, Eddie has to come up with ways of convincing them to behave…

Today you were just having one of *those* days. We all get them sometimes. We just wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

You weren’t intentionally meaning to, but… you had the worst attitude of your entire existence, and boy, Eddie sure noticed.

From what was once his soft, ray of sunshine through the day was stormy clouds and rolling thunder.

You were huffing, puffing and almost pouting, and DEFINITELY not listening to anything anyone was saying or asking of you. Disregarding it all. And what was even more confusing to him was you were still big! You normally only get fussy like this when you’re super small and tired.

Eddie shook it off as maybe you were just exhausted from school, which was understandable. It didn’t help his confusion realizing that you weren’t in the mood to talk about it either… because every time he asked if you were okay while touching your cheek, you’d brush him off of you and say “M’ fine, Eddie.” and walk away with a huff, when normally you crack and crumble when he confronts you.

What has gotten into them… seriously. He thinks to himself.

He kept a distance from you, just to watch and decide when it was time to intervene more.

All day, it was sulking, pursuing your lips in pure disgust (or so it seemed), and you even had a little argument with your mother and she at one point said “why do you have such a bad attitude?” Only for you to say “I DON’T! You just make me MAD” and mumbling “shut up” under your breath.

When you’re big and acting like this, if you don’t crack when he asks you what’s going on, he doesn’t know how to get to the bottom of it. Because you play the huge role of “I’m strong and independent and I don’t need to be vulnerable with anybody”. That’s why when he cherishes when you’re small with him, because of how hard it is for you to get there.

He knows the holiday season is hard for you, so he played it off as just that as well. He knew he needed to talk to you, but he was waiting for the right time. But it wasn’t until you guys were at his Hellfire club meeting that the last straw was pulled.

During the meeting, the boys all got very rowdy and crowded around the table, at one point Gareth accidentally bumped your knee, which caused your elbow to get knocked off, which caused your hand to slip out of the position of holding your head up, and you fell forward a little bit. And you glared at him.

“Oops, sorry dude!” He said not realizing the glare you were giving. You huff, slamming yourself up and you push your foot behind the back of his knee and push, causing him to fall forward.

Then you said in a mocking tone “oops, sorry dude” rolling your eyes and walking out.

That was it. Eddie had enough of this. He slams his hands on the table storms out behind you, slamming the doors open.

You jumped at the noise, scaring you enough to almost make you go small. But you kept walking until you felt Eddie grab your wrist aggressively and swing you around to look at him.

“Y/N, what the FUCK is your problem?!”

Immediately your eyes go to the floor. You’re trying everything to stay big.

“No, look at me right now.” He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. You feel the sinking and fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“You have been acting so naughty today, and you won’t tell me why! I’ve asked you time and time again what’s going on and you just brush me off! You aren’t being very nice, Y/N and I.”

Then it clicks. Eddie knows exactly what to do.

“Y/N… I’m going to have to tell Santa about this.”

You laugh. Loudly. Trying so hard to be big.

“Eddie? What the hell do you think I am? 3? Santa isn’t real!”

He doesn’t crack a smile. He is stone cold serious.

“I really didn’t think it had to resort to this Y/N. Don’t make me do it. Don’t make me tell Santa how naughty you’ve been. You remember that stuffie you really wanted? Or what about that new paci and coloring stuff? Or even (insert what you want!)? He’ll just have to take it all back since you’re resorting to being such a big bad wolf instead a sweet little baby.”

Staring into his eyes and seeing his clenched jaw after he says this the tears well up in your eyes.

Game over. Eddie won.

“B-but I’m good!”

“I don’t know… my good little one wouldn’t yell at their mama, roll their eyes at me when I talk to them or hurt Gareth when he accidentally bumped into them… that all sounds pretty naughty to m-“

“NOOOO. IM SOWWY TEDDY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE DON’T TELL SANTA.”

You slam yourself into Eddie’s chest crying huge tears sobbing

Eddie pulls your tight and caresses the back of your hair, kissing the top of your head and staying there to hide his shit eating grin.

“Okay, okay, fine. If you go apologize to Gareth right now and then like a good little one for the rest of the night, I’ll put in an good word for you with the ole’ Clausaroosky, got it?”

You nod into his chest sniffling, you wipe your eyes and go into the club meeting to apologize to Gareth, which he hugs you and accepts, especially seeing you’ve been crying. And then you sit for the rest of the meeting watching from afar, staring mainly at your feet and moving them from side to side.

Once the meeting was done, Eddie wraps his arm around you and walks you to the van. He raises you up to your seat and before he lets you turn to face the dashboard, he touches your knee and crouches down so you can make eye contact with him.

“Honey, do you wanna tell Teddy what this is all about?”

You avoid eye contact and swing your legs, watching them instead.

“Little hell raiser.” he says more sternly.

you huff and mutter “been big too long… tired.”

“what was that baby? I can’t hear you. Use your words. Talk to me.”

“I been big f’ too long, Teddy. Tiwed and grumpy.” You cross your arms and feel your cheeks flush red.

He sighs and squeezes your legs. “You know I love when you’re my little one. Honey, you gotta stop pushing yourself so hard and not giving yourself breaks. You know I love taking care of you. Start letting yourself be little more often, especially right now during Christmas time, I know it’s a hard time of year for you too, is that causing some of this naughty attitude?”

You shrug.

“Little one…”

“I dunno Teddy, I jus tiwed. I sowwy for being bad… are you still gonna tell Santa?” The end is barely a whisper.

He caressed your cheek while standing up, you make eye contact with him and while he kisses your forehead he sighs one more time.

“Just this one time, because you finally listened to me and have done good since then, I won’t tell Santa that you were bad. But you have to promise me that you’ll be good, okay? And that you’ll promise to talk to me when you’re feeling grumpy or tired, so that I can take care of you, okay?”

“Otay.”

he then drives you back to his place and you watch a bunch of cozy Christmas movies and he rocks you until you fall fast asleep in his arms.

Such a good little baby you are

when you wanna be.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x little!reader #stranger things

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am-i-interrupting · 6 months ago

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Favors Between Fiends | OATSH

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Summary: How Vox met Valentino. Background for future stories.

“Am I going to get told why I was just swiped off the street by a bunch of strangers and taken to a dark secluded room or am I just going to have to guess?”

The demon sitting atop the single table in the room instead of one of the two chairs was a new comer to Hell.

He was tall, taller than most. He had the antenna and wings of a moth. He seemed to have a penchant for zebra print based on his fedora and his coat of maybe it was his wings. Vaguely Vox recalled that his wife’s assistant, Starlight, was a moth demon as well and often hid her wings in the form of clothing. Either way, it didn’t matter. The point was the man was easy to spot.

Being easy to spot was a good thing in this case, at least for Vox’s purposes. The man was easy to recognize and easier to get information on. It did make subtle transportation of him a bit more complicated but still, he managed.

“Because I have plenty of guesses, guapo,” the man purred as he leaned over the table.

Vox kicked the door shut and didn’t react to the blatant flirtation.

He had no want to. He wasn’t stupid. The man was charismatic but Vox was loyal. Obsessive to some but he’d describe himself as loyal. Loyalty is what brought him here, not lust like so many came crawling to this man to.

“Valentino,” Vox said, the name rolling off his tongue in a pleasant way (in a different afterlife, a way he could get used to but not this one), “I’ve brought you here for a meeting.”

The moth chuckled. “Oh-ho-ho, please, do tell me more.”

Vox batted away Valentino’s reaching hand and placed his own on the back of his chair. He elected to stand behind it instead of sit.

“It’s been brought to my attention that you’re the man people have begun to flock to when they want something,” Vox said, “something of a particular interest.”

“Don’t you know it. Tell me, what is it that the big Overlord Vox wants from me, hm? Is the bitch getting boring?”

Vox reacted before he could even think.

He grabbed Valentino’s hand in an electric grasp and yanked him down. Valentino yelped as he fell off the table and was thrown into one of the chairs. It only made his fall onto the floor that much worse. He groaned as his head hit the floor.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled as three hands went to push himself up and the final went to his head, his hat having fallen off it.

Vox kicked the man. Then he pressed his foot above his heart. He allowed his weight to shift to the foot holding the man down.

“Do not ever insult my wife again,” Vox said in a low, glitching tone.

Red ran down his lip from where his teeth had nipped the inside of his mouth as he had scowled and bared his teeth.

“¡Muy bien! ¡Muy bien!” Valentino pleaded as his hands went flat against the floor in surrender.

Vox let his foot up and brought his hands out from behind his back to dust the together.

“See,” Vox said with a wide grin and gesture, “that wasn’t so hard!”

“Yeah, not anymore,” Valentino muttered.

Vox grabbed the chair that had toppled and slammed it into the ground. The air around filled with a screeching sound as he turned it towards Valentino and gestured.

Valentino scoffed. He got himself off the ground and slumped into the seat. Vox pushed the chair up as close to the table as he could get and smiled when he heard the breath leave Valentino’s lungs.

He walked around the table and pulled his own chair out, not a sound to be heard from it. He slid into it with practiced grace and ease. He placed his hands on either arm rest.

“Now, why I summoned you here,” Vox said. “I’m certain you have questions. I do as well and with luck, we’ll fine we both have answers.”

Valentino raised an unamused eyebrow. “And what questions do you have for me to answer?”

“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Vox said. “First things first, I require your silence but I understand that’s not something you’re known for so allow me to propose a deal. Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’ll get something for the strenuous effort it takes to keep one’s mouth closed.”

Vox pulled out a piece of paper and slid it towards Valentino. He picked it up and held it close to his face.

Vox continued on, “In exchange for your silence, you get a single cash in favor.”

“Just one?!” Valentino asked as he slammed the contract onto the table. “I’d agree to not talk about whatever questions you have— seriously, what is it? Do you have erectile dysfunction? They make pills for that, you know?— and I get a single favor?”

“You’re new,” Vox said, “so let me educate you on how things work around here. The weak get ignored. They get trampled in and crushed but they get ignored. You already have whispers floating around about you but you have no idea how to make them say things that will benefit you. Whispers that have already gotten back to overlords. Specifically, two overlords who have very strong morals and don’t hesitate to squash any bug that pesters.

“Fortunately for you, I have connections to those people. I can drive them off you scent and you can go back to being ignored or if you’re so insistent that you must fly towards the light, I can stop you from getting burned. No one else in all of Hell has that power except for me. It wouldn’t be a light, small favor. It would be saving your afterlife.”

Vox held out his hand, “Do we have a deal?”

A single begrudged, “yes,” would unknowingly start a forty plus year long relationship. One that Vox never really wanted but ended up having nonetheless.

A true deal for souls would be made when Valentino cashed in his favor. Vox regretted the way things would go but the outcome is something he wouldn’t trade much for.

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othernicknameisgaslighter · 24 days ago

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Fists over Feelings S3 - pt. 17

(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3)

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~Gonna crack a rib when I get home~

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At the Larusso house Sam, Chris, Demetri, and a few others sat watching movies. "Well, this Christmas party's turning out to be ho-ho-horrible," Demetri said, making Sam look at him.

"Yeah, Sam. I thought you said your parents were going to be out for the night. So why aren't we throwing a rager?" Chris asked.

"There's a keg on the way. It's just gonna be a few more minute s." Sam said as she paced back and forth, not helping with her friend's boredom.

"Can we at least put on a Christmas special? I'd even watch that creepy one with the little elf dentist." Demetri said, making Sam wrinkle her nose. "Yeah, I'm that bored." He said.

The doorbell rang, catching her attention. "It's here." She told them as she walked over to the door. The others turned around to watch as Sam opened the door, and Miguel, Mitch, and Bert walked in.

The other two boys looked confused at Miguel. The Miyagi-Do students quickly got to their feet. "Oh hell no," Chris said as they walked over.

"What the hell are you doing here? This isn't a keg party." Mitch said in disappointment and slight anger.

"Wait… You Parent Trapped Us? Why?" Demetri asked Sam.

"Look, I know we haven't always gotten along, but Cobra Kai is the bigger threat now. To all of us." She spoke, turning to face Miguel.

"We think we'd stand a better chance against them if we joined forces. Two dojos are stronger than one." He added. "Look I know we've all done shitty things," Miguel said, looking at the group.

"Like breaking Demetri's arm." Chris gave Mitch an accusing look.

"You started that fight." Mitch shot back, his eyes narrowed.

"After you almost got me fired!"

Miguel looked at Sam with a shake of his head, "This isn't going to work."

"It has to. We have one last shot at getting things right. Alone, we're nothing but if we work together, we have a shot. If we can't get over the past , the fighting will never end . We have to confront our enemies. This rivalry has to stop. One way or another." Sam said to the group.

“Is… Our other guest here?” Miguel asked and Sam sucked in a breath.

“Uh, she’s not here yet.” Sam pursed her lips. As soon as she said that, a voice broke through the awkward silence.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, I’m late. My brother had me babysit my cat for a bit longer than usual.” Trixie brushed her hand through her blue hair, huffing hard as she looked between the two dojos. “I’m really late, aren’t I?”

“What the hell is she doing here?! She’s a Cobra!” Chris exclaimed.

“Well, that’s one thing we can agree on,” Mitch said and Trixie rolled her eyes.

“Shut it, Penis Breath. I didn’t do shit to any of you.” Trixie crossed her arms. Miguel placed a hand on the girl’s back.

“Um, I know that Trixie’s in Cobra Kai, but this is just a party for her. Nothing personal.” Miguel said, “She’s been neutral the whole time our dojos have been fighting.”

“I still don’t trust her.” Mitch crossed his arms.

“She was the one that called 911 when I broke my arm.” Demetri defended and Sam nodded.

“I mean, she did pay me money at the arcade. It sort of saved my job.” Chris muttered under his breath.

“Trixie might be a Cobra, but she doesn’t act like a pussy.” Miguel said.

Trixie looked between the two dojos before smiling slightly. “I brought beer if that helps.” Trixie offered, holding up two six-packs of beer.

Sam and Miguel stood before the two dojos. " I don't know how to say this any plainer. Eagle Fang and Miyagi-Do have to work together." She said in a desperate voice. Chris looked at them.

Eventually, the group of them sat down in the living room. Trixie sat down next to Miguel, whose hand was pressed against her back for support.

"Even if we wanted to team up, it'd never work. I was in Cobra Kai. Their style mixes with ours like..." Nathaniel turned to him.

"Oil and vinegar?" He offered.

Chris looked at him. "No, not salad dressing. I would say like the British Bulldogs and the Hart Foundation."

Mitch turned to look at him. "They were friends, dipshit." He said in a bitter tone.

"Not at WrestleMania 3, Penis Breath." Chris shot back.

Mitch turned fully to face him. "Ok, you can't call me Penis Breath. Only they can call me Penis Breath." He gestured to Miguel and Bert.

"Why are you okay with anyone calling you Penis Breath?" Chris asked him.

"You know what? Screw this. Come on, let's go." Mitch said as he stood up. Bert followed after him.

“Look, I don’t think the idea of Cobra Kai is the problem!” Trixie called out to them, “We knew the students of Cobra Kai at some point, they were different. It’s Kreese that’s the real problem. He’ll get into your head, and make you feel strong. If this is what beats the stupid game he’s playing, then so be it.”

"Trixie’s right, this is exactly what those assholes at Cobra Kai want. Since you were one of ‘em , you're an asshole too. So are you." He pointed from then two then Chris. Chris looked at him.

"I ain't no asshole." He said in a plain simple tone but Demetri wasn't listening.

"So was I. Well, at least I wanted to be one. But now Cobra Kai is the worst collection of assholes in the Valley, run by the king of all assholes. So if merging with Eagle Fang- weird name by the way- can keep us all from getting shit on anymore, then we'd all be assholes not to do it. I'm sorry for all the "assholes ". I usually take pride in my grandiloquence , but it's an emotional time." He finished. Everyone glanced at each other, taking in the boys' words.

“Maybe we should talk this out at the dining table?” Trixie suggested. Everyone reluctantly agreed, everyone sitting down but Sam, Miguel, and Demetri.

Demetri held a notebook. " We're all in agreement that our new combined dojo should train at Miyagi-Do. But deadlocked on a new name, Gi design, post-training snacks, and Sensei dispute resolution protocol. Okay, not good, but still, it's a start."

They turned to look at the door when they heard a cat meowing. Bert smiled. "Aw, I think your cat wants to come in. Here, kitty, kitty." He said as he got up and walked to the door, going outside.

Miguel turned to Sam. "I didn't know you had a cat."

Sam looked confused. "We don't."

Just then, Bert was thrown through the kitchen window that was above the sink, hitting the floor hard. Everyone quickly got to their feet and hurried over to him. "Bert, what happened?" Miguel asked in a loud, concerned voice.

Bert looked up, his glasses gone and blood running from various cuts on his face. "No cat." He huffed.

Hawk and some Cobra Kai students walked from outside, smirks on their faces . Kyler smirked looking at Miguel. "It's payback time, Rhea."

Miguel had a stubbed look on his face as he remembered all the past fights against him. Trixie quickly moved forward and grabbed Bert, pulling him back with them as the Cobra Kai students advanced.

From the back door, Tory and two boys walked in. A snarl on her face as she saw Sam and Miguel standing together. " Heard you were throwing a party. Hope you don't mind if we crash ." She said, staring at Sam. Sam's lip trembled slightly with fear and Trixie placed a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Tory, you don't have to do this." Miguel tried to reason with her

"It's too late. This ends tonight!" She told him angrily. "No mercy!" Tory called as they walked in. Tory threw the first punch, hitting Chris in the jaw. And that was what started it all.

People were fighting everywhere. Some inside and some out. Miguel was facing off against Kyler. He tried to kick him but Kyler easily blocked and hit him in the chest, sending him to the ground. "You call that a kick? Come on!" He looked down at the boy.

Miguel got up and went to kick him again. Kyler caught his leg, spinning them before throwing Miguel roughly at the couch, his back hitting the back.

Trixie came up behind Kyler, sweeping him down to the floor as she went down to punch him in the face. He (miraculously) rolled out of the way and went for a right hook to her face.

She dodged and round-house kicked him in the face. Kyler wiped his nose, blood slightly trickling down as he widened his eyes at the blue-haired girl.

Sam was fighting one of the boys from Cobra Kai, kicking him against the stairs. Sam and Tory both fighting near each other finished their opponents. Tory turned and looked at Sam with a malicious smirk on her face.

Hawk looked around at each of his old friends getting hurt by the Cobra Kai students. Two boys had Demetri, restraining him to where one had his arm pulled back. Just like at the arcade a few weeks ago.

"Hey, you're Hawk. Free shot." The one said with a laugh as Demetri looked over at Hawk.

Hawk’s face contorted into anger as he ran towards them. He jumped, using Demetri's back to kick the one before grabbing the other and flipping him into the glass table, shattering it. Hawk walked over to Demetri who took a few steps back. "Look man , I'm sorry. For all of it. Do you want to help me win this thing?"

Demetri nodded with a smile . "Yeah." The two moved into action together this time and not against each other.

Kyler had Miguel pinned to the wall, punching him over and over in the ribs. Miguel's face was covered in blood and he was in serious pain.

Before Trixie could go help, her head was jerked back by a tug on her hair. She grunted before getting punched in the face. She yelled before clasping her hands around the arm and twisting it.

The hand on her hair let go before she kicked her attacker to the ground, rubbing her scalp with a wince. Kyler was pushed away , the two fighting again before Miguel took him took the ground and knocked him out with a single punch.

“You okay?” Trixie asked Miguel, who nodded, blood bleeding from his nose.

“You okay too?” He asked and Trixie nodded.

“Yeah… A little pissed but overall fine.” She sighed before looking around, her eyes widening. “Where’s Sam and Tory?” She asked.

Miguel also widened his eyes before he and Trixie ran around the house to find the tow, Demetri and Hawk following. " Guys stop!" Miguel yelled, finding them in the dojo.

Tory looked over, fury on her face. "Tory, the fight's over," Hawk told her.

Tory shook her head. "It's not over. This will never be over, LaRusso. You hear me?"

Sam looked at her, still holding the staff at her. "You know where to find me."

Tory lowered her fists and started walking out , she stopped in front of Miguel and Hawk. "Traitors." Her eyes then focused on Trixie. “How could you do that to Cobra Kai? You’re supposed to be loyal. After everything I’ve done for you, you betray me?”

“Friendship isn’t transactional, Tory,” Trixie said, Miguel holding her hand tightly.

Tory rolled her eyes, glaring at Hawk as she leaned forward. "You better watch your back!" She continued walking but Demetri stopped her.

"He won't have to. He's got friends watching it for him."

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Trixie stroked Miguel’s hair out of his face as she applied a small cotton swab to his face . He winced and Trixie pursed her lips , “Sorry, this might hurt a bit.” She said quietly, “Just tell me if it gets too bad.”

“Thanks, Trixie,” Miguel said. Trixie could feel his breath close to her face as she wiped the blood from his face.

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, you just got out of a wheelchair and still looked badass.” She chuckled slightly, though her eyes said a different story.

“That trick you did with the arm was pretty badass too . He got your hair and you still beat him .” He grinned through the pain as Trixie placed a bandaid on the inner corner underneath his eyebrow.

“I guess I’m just not into hair pulling.” She joked as she wetted a tissue and started to wipe blood away from his face. “You’re lucky your nose stopped bleeding.”

“Maybe I’m just lucky I have you to take care of me.” He said quickly and Trixie paused. She breathed in slowly before letting out a shaky breath and going back to wiping the blood from his face.

“You sure you’re okay?” Miguel asked and Trixie nodded with a slight smile.

“I’m fine, probably just gonna get a small bruise from that punch that one guy gave me but rather than that I’ll be peachy.” She said, packing up her first aid kit.

“ You sure?” Miguel asked, standing up and stopping her from packing the first aid kit by taking her hands into his , “I-I mean, you say that but then you end up being really hurt…”

Trixie swallowed, her face growing warm at the touch before she smiled awkwardly. “I swear, it’ll just be a small bruise on my face. Nothing major, I promise.”

“Well, Demetri said you usually keep your promises so I’ll hold you to it.” Miguel grinned, though he didn’t let go of Trixie’s hand. Her lips parted, a breath escaping that barely made a sound , but it echoed in the quiet. His pulse quickened, the air between them thickening with every second. “I should go,” He whispered, though neither of them moved.

Trixie’s throat tightened. “You should.”

Miguel leaned forward just a fraction. Though she stiffened, she didn’t pull away. Trixie’s gaze flickered to his lips, then back to his eyes. He tilted his head just slightly, his breath now mingling with hers. It would be so easy to close the distance. Too easy. And ye t… Her hand moved then, reaching out, fingertips grazing the side of his face, tentative at first, as if testing the waters.

“Do… Do you want this?” He asked hesitantly. Trixie swallowed and she felt as if she were on fire.

“... I’m not saying I wouldn’t.” She smiled slightly. Miguel smiled and slowly, achingly slow, he leaned in.

Their lips hovered just a breath apart, close enough to feel the heat, the tension, but not yet touching. And then, finally, Trixie closed the gap. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant. Miguel’s hand slid into her hair, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, her lips parting, the kiss deepening with every passing second.

Miguel’s scent flooded through her. Warm and earthy with a slight iron smell of blood. Trixie cupped Miguel’s face as his hands ran through her hair.

It was the kind of kiss that was a need, raw and consuming. “Holy fuck.”

Miguel and Trixie pulled apart at the sudden noise as the blue-haired girl snapped her head to the bathroom doorway to see Patrick standing with his arms crossed. “Trick! What the fuck-”

“I should be saying that. Especially when the ex that seemingly broke your heart is in our bathroom making out with you.” He raised his eyebrows as Miguel looked to the ground in embarrassment.

“Trick!” Trixie buried her face in her hands as she groaned, “Sorry, Miguel… Uh, text later?”

“U-uh, yeah. Sorry, Patrick.” Miguel said and rushed out of the bathroom as quickly as he possibly could. The door to their apartment slammed closed as Trixie looked at her brother with a nervous expression.

“Did he apologize? Is he sorry for what he did?” Trick asked and Trixie nodded. “Did you make him work for it?” Trixie shrugged and Trick sighed at the response. “I don’t care what your dating life is as long as he doesn’t try any shit he pulled last time. I’d appreciate it if you did this privately with the door locked.”

Trixie nodded, her body about to explode in embarrassment as she rushed into her room. She groaned, collapsing onto her bed in humiliation as her phone buzzed.

Miguel: Am I in the clear? I’m pretty sure your brother hates me He hates me I know it

He says he's fine with it Just give it about a week or so and he’ll be alright

Miguel: I’m pretty sure it’s been going on for a lot longer than a week Even with karate, he scares the shit out of me for some reason... Maybe it’s the tattoos and the piercings?

Nah he’s just gay as fuck

Miguel: I guess it runs in the family

Fuck you women are beautiful

Miguel: Fuck you too

I’m getting with Sam

Miguel: Wow after all that happened in the bathroom???

… Right Almost forgot about that

Miguel: Does this mean I’ve racked up enough points? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to It’s your choice not mine Miguel...

Miguel: That was dumb of me I shouldn’t have kissed you I’m an idiot Just ignore me I made things awkward forget it I’m sorry

Miguel, calm down I kissed you back for a reason I forgive you and you’ve earned my trust back For now Just maybe we should take it slow

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Commander Thorn x Senator aid!reader (GN), Commander Fox

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: swearing

A/N: Thorn survived Scorpio because I love him and I said so 😂

There were a lot of unusual things you witnessed when visiting the Coruscant Guard. Hound chasing Grizzer through the lobby, Thire straight up walking into a wall, Stone asleep outside his office, and new troopers shaking in their boots as Fox went on a warpath covered in rainbow glitter.

However, Life Day music coming from every speaker in the building was a new one.

You hurried through the empty lobby toward the front desk. It was a bit of a surprise to see Fox sitting there brooding. He looked up as you approached and if it was possible, he somehow looked more irritated through the barrier of his helmet. He hesitated before tapping a button on his vambrace, his shoulders twitching.

“What the hell’s going on here?” you snickered, immediately covering your mouth.

“Just know, I’m going to kill him,” was all Fox offered. But that’s all you needed.

“I’ll handle it,” you sighed, squeezing Fox’s arm as you passed. The Marshal Commander just grumbled, waving you off as he slumped down in his chair again. Hound and a few other ARF troopers waved as you hurried by, thankfully not trying to pull you into a conversation. Finding the command offices was muscle memory at this point and you turned the corner, realizing only one door was open. You stood in the doorway for a moment, watching the half-armored trooper swaying along to the music as he…wrapped gifts?

“Thorn, what in the Sithhells are you doing?” you called. Thorn spun on his heels, hand reaching for his pistol before he blinked, realizing who was filling his doorway.

“Oh, hey muffin,” he greeted, meeting you at the door with a kiss on your forehead. You could only sputter, gaping at the commander’s back as he strolled back toward his desk. You were starting to understand why Fox was going gray already.

“Thorn,” you sighed wearily. He looked over his shoulder, a blonde curl falling onto his forehead that made him look far too innocent. “Why are you trying to give Fox an aneurysm?”

“Oh please,” Thorn scoffed, turning around to lean back against his desk and tapping a button on his vambrace to shut the door. As soon as it hissed shut you stepped into his arms, resting your forehead against his collarbone. “A little bit of cheerfulness won’t kill him.”

“I think he’s going to have a permanent eye twitch because of you,” you mumbled against his shoulder. Thorn hummed, kissing the top of your head.

“How was your day?” he asked, slowly rubbing your back.

“Shut the music off and I’ll tell you,” you countered, slipping your hand under the hem of his blacks, dragging your nails across his lower back. Thorn borderline purred, his usually rigid muscle loosening and he sagged against you. He grumbled unintelligently against your head, not even bothering to deny it was his doing, and you felt him shifting around until finally the constant stream of Life Day music cut off abruptly.

“You can play it at my apartment and sing as loudly and terribly as you want later,” you negotiated, leaning back to see his face.

“I’m a wonderful singer,” Thorn gasped. And of course, he was right but you also liked to poke fun at him when you had the chance.

“Anyway,” you chuckled, moving to sit on his desk but stopped short. “What are you doing?” The lumpy package was half covered in decorative flimsi, the wrapping wrinkled and a little torn.

“Oh, uh, I was wrapping Life Day present,” Thorn murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. You arched a brow, flickering your eyes between your partner and the half-wrapped gift. “That’s Fox’s. Senator Amidala gave me some kind of fancy caf from Naboo when I asked her what type I should get him.”

“How many do you have left?” you wondered, trying to sneak a glance around his office, secretly hoping to get a glimpse of your gift.

“Just one,” Thorn chuckled, moving behind you to rest his chin on top of your head.

“Who?”

“Hound and Grizzer,” Thorn sighed, waving somewhere behind him.

“Want some help?” He perked up, nodding which in turn moved your head as well and you couldn’t help but laugh. You blindly reached for him, pulling him in for a kiss that ended up being more like smiles pressing together than a kiss. “Come on, I’ll tell you about my day as we work.”

Thorn gathered the things you’d need, depositing it all on the floor near the window that overlooked Coruscant, and plopped down, leaning against the transparisteel. You carefully tiptoed around the scattered items, getting comfortable between Thorn’s armored legs. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your neck with a sigh.

“Now how was your day?”

“Shit,” you huffed, only a little dramatically. Thorn listened silently as you complained about your fairly boring day sitting alongside your senator and listening to shouts filling the senate dome.

“So, a normal day,” Thorn concluded, his smile curving against your shoulder. Your days usually consisted of the same shit but it still felt good to get it off your chest and he knew that, hence his pestering.

“Hey, you asked,” you laughed, dropping your head against his. “Now, let’s wrap this stuff.” Thorn reluctantly uncurled his arms from around you, picking up the half-wrapped bag of caf beans but you grabbed it out of his hands before he could do anything else.

“What’re you doing?” he grumbled, dropping his full weight onto your back, and pushing you forward.

“There’s a better way to do this,” you sighed, trying to unwrap the gift only to realize how much tape Thorn had used. “Did you do this on purpose?”

“Yes?” The caf beans dropped out of the wrapping without too much of a fight and you pulled the little red bow off the flimsi, quickly sticking it to Thorn’s forehead.

“Hm, I think red’s your color, sweetheart,” you giggled, chewing on your lip when Thorn narrowed his eyes. You hadn’t even realized he had moved until a silver bow was stuck to your nose. “You don’t want to start this,” you warned, trying for a glare that you had a feeling did absolutely nothing with a bow attached to your nose.

“Oh I think I do,” Thorn countered with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Thank the Maker above the fucking Life Day music had stopped. Although, Fox had the sinking feeling he was going to be humming it at the most irritating times for the next few rotations. With a tired sigh, Fox bumped his fist against Stone’s as they switched places at the front desk and proceeded to drag himself toward his office. He hadn’t seen you or Thorn leave, meaning you were still doing…something in Thorn’s office, and Fox wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out what that was. Thankfully as he approached, the hallway was quiet, yet that only worried him more.

The door whooshed open silently and Fox couldn’t quite make sense of what he was seeing.

Thorn was half-armored, face down near his desk covered in…Life Day bows? You came into view as Fox got closer, sleeping peacefully with your cheek pressed into the space between his brother’s shoulder blades, also covered in shiny bows. It looked like the bag exploded and you two were in the blast radius. Fox thought about trying to at least wake his brother before deciding it would be easier to just act like he saw nothing. The explanation would most likely make his growing headache worse and he was still plotting Thorn’s slow death.

Fox glanced down at the pile of seemingly random items as he turned to leave, immediately recognizing Naboo caf beans sitting on top. A smirk spread across his face as he made his way out of the office.

Maybe he wouldn’t kill his brother if that was his Life Day gift.

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