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crimsonnsstuff · 13 days ago

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can you do a dom in ho who uses his female guard? no specifics have fun with it!

You change out of your black bodysuit. You work as a guard at the games. Usually, you just shoot the people that loose, but now that the vips are here, you have to serve them, which also means you have to wear a slutty outfit for their entertainment.

The outfit was a black body suit, fishnets, and combat boots. Out of the games, you usually just wore sweatpants and hoodies, so you were a bit uncomfortable in it, but money is money.

In-ho was kind enough to give you access to the bathroom to change out of the outfit and back into your guard outfit. You stand in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of your body in the bodysuit.

You sigh, reaching around to unzip the back. You slide it down your body, sighing that your stomach, tits, and ass could finally breathe. You take off your fishnets, leaving the black boots on.

You look at your body in the mirror, only wearing a black lacy bra and black lacy underwear. You turn the sink on. You lean down, splashing some water on your face. You turn the water off. You turn around and grab a towel, gently patting your face dry.

Suddenly, you hear the door open. You gasp softly and turn to the door, seeing In-ho. He was out of his mask and outfit. He was wearing a casual black button up with black dress pants.

You realize you were still not clothed. He raises an eyebrow at you, eyes looking you up and down. His eyes pause on the boots you were still wearing.

“Let me help you with that” he says gently. You hesitate, but you know better not to listen to him. You always found him kinda attractive. You sit down on the side of the bath, lifting a foot up.

He roughly but some how affectionately zipped down the zipper on the side of your boot, pulling it off and setting it aside. You stare down at him. He looked like he was expecting something.

“Oh!” You gasp, lifting the other foot up, allowing him to unzip it and take it off. You almost forget you are basically naked, due to him not even making notice of it. “You seem quite…distracted.” He mumbles “yeah, well most people don’t take my shoes off for me while I’m basically naked” you snort.

His face stays neutral, and you stop laughing. You look down, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. He stands up, towering over you. He grips your chin and forces you to look at him. He stared at you for a bit, making intense eye contact.

He places a single hand on your thigh, making you flinch. His eyes narrow. He gets closer. “Put your uniform back on.” He says casually, pulling back after a few more seconds of looking into your eyes, removing his hand from your thighs.

“Seriously!?” You accidentally let out as he walks towards the door. “You’re just gonna leave me here!? You just touched my thigh for Christ sakes!” He looks over his shoulder, avoiding eye contact, before turning you face you fully,

The moment he walks closer to you, you squeeze your thighs together and he quickly notices. He scoffs, “wow, so you’re a slut?” He mumbles. Your eyes narrow. You stand up. “You’ve been teasing me all week! Touching my shoulder, ‘casually’ putting your hand around my waist! What do you want from me!-“

He cuts you off, grabbing your throat and pinning you to the wall. “I want you to shut the fuck up.” He growls. You nod gently. You try to get out of his grip to go put your uniform back on like he said. He stops you. “Hell no. We are finishing what you started.”

“But you are the one who-“ he cuts you off with a rough, bruising kiss. You whine into his mouth. He moves his hand from your neck, to down your chest, to the back of your bra, unclipping it and causing it to fall down.

He pulls back, looking at your tits. “So pretty..” he mumbles, leaning down and latching his mouth around your nipple, kneading your other tit in his hand so hard it would probably bruise.

You wanted to stop him, but sadly, he was way bigger and stronger than you. His hand moves down to grip your hip and he pulls his mouth off your nipple with a wet pop.

He puts his other hand on your hips, guiding you over to the sink. He spins you around, bending you over it. He kicks your legs apart, making you whine.

He smirks as he wraps his fingers around the waistband of your panties. You wiggle your hips, making him laugh. “D-don’t laugh at me-“ you blurt out. He chuckles deeply, a sound that send a shiver down your spine. “It’s kinda hard not to. You’re being so desperate.”

He pulls them down, and you step out of them. He spins them around on his finger a couple times before setting them aside.

He pulls his pants down, just enough for him to pull his cock out. He runs his tip up and down your folds, then taps his tip against your clit, making you arch your back. He laughs as he slaps your ass, making you flinch.

Out of no where, he slams into you, making you yelp. He bottoms out inside of you, grinding his hips. You squeal, squeezing your eyes shut.

He realizes that you’re gonna be loud. He reaches over, grabbing your panties and balling them up to put in your mouth. You groan around them. He grabs your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look in the mirror as he grinds into you.

“Look at that..” he coos. He starts to thrust roughly, causing your eyes to shut. He slaps your ass, warning you to not look away from yourself in the mirror. Your eyes shoot open.

“Say thank you.” He groans. You mumble something incoherent around your panties, making him smirk. “Oh, what was that?” He mocks. “I said say that you.”

He speeds his thrusts up even more, making you moan around your panties. You reach back, trying to slap his hands off your hips. “Brat.” He groans, catching your arms and holding them, fucking into you sloppily.

Slobber drips out around your panties and down your chin, making you whine. “So messy..” he grunts as he beats your pussy up.

He throws his head back, grunting as he pounds harder into you. Your eyes tear up with tears at his hard thrusting, making you fall forward slightly. He grips your hips, holding you up.

“Gonna cum deep in this little cunt..” he groans, holding you in place as he cums in you. You whimper around your panties, cumming on his cock shortly after. He pulls out and backs away completely, making you fell to the floor.

He pulls your panties out of your mouth. He puts them in his pocket. “Gonna save those for later.” He smirks, looking down at your used body. “C’mon, get dressed into your uniform and get back to your room.”

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starredblood · 19 days ago

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NOWHERE GIRL

PART NINE

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: you reunite with the ones who helped you from the start, hoping for a fresh start.

wc. 2.2k

warnings: bit of angst and a splash of comfort

(nowhere girl masterlist)

You reach over to gently tap Sae-byeok’s arm to lull her awake. She let out a low grumble before flinching back. You gasp when she threw herself back, pressing her back on the wall of the bakery and threw you a look of horror with her bloodshot eyes. She breathes heavily and begins to wonder if you were just a figment of her imagination.

Perhaps the week you stayed with them (or the entirety of March) the colors were drained from your body. Now it’s like you’re back in full spring.

Your natural blush is more pigmented, your muscles are relaxed back, and you’re dressed in more brighter attiring. The way you were looking at Sae-byeok now was different. Instead of a scared young girl, you had a glint of confidence in your eyes.

Sae-byeok feels like she is looking at a new version of you, and just like that she felt like she was meeting you for the first time again.

But she didn’t want to think too much about your brighter appearance when you’ve been avoiding her.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks, still catching her breath.

You blink. Almost forgetting what you came here to do. “Right. I came to give you these. As a final thank you for everything.” you laugh nervously and reach over to hand her the bouquet.

Sae-byeok quirks an eyebrow. No one has even given her flowers. What use will she have for them? Her eyes flicker back and worth to you and the flowers. You wait patiently for her to grab them but she still looks too tense to grasp the fact that you were here.

You lower your arm and sigh at your failed attempt. “I specifically chose yellow lilies because they stand for happiness and new beginnings. And lavender because they represent silence and calmness but they’re also uniquely cool—kind of like you.”

Sae-byeok blinks at them, her expression unreadable. That’s when an alarm on her phone went off. She went to go shut it off and you watch her walk to the kitchen leaving you astray with the rejected bouquets.

As hurt as you felt, you took a deep breath and dragged your foot out the bakery. A part of you expected this, you did disappear without warning. Maybe the rejection was well deserved. You wanted a fresh start, but you had to pick yourself back together again before making amends but maybe you took too long. These past two weeks did feel like an eternity.

You headed over to the entrance leading up to your quaint studio next to the bakery but got taken aback when someone slams the door just as you were about to enter it.

“Have you been avoiding me?” Sae-byeok asks quietly but her voice slightly quivers in frustration.

You frown at her even as she avoided looking at you. “I was giving you space. And I was hoping that after I got my act together maybe we could start over. That’s what I came over to do.”

Although you have a small roof over your head now, you spent most of your days cooped up in the school library trying to catch up on all the homework and projects that got destroyed in the hands of that devil they call,Yen-ho. If you weren’t in class or school, then you were at work. You’ve never been this busy in your life, you actually surprised yourself these past two weeks.

And the few breaks you gave yourself in the day, it was only to ponder on your choices and decisions. Even you have some resentment for your parents, you miss your mom’s home cooked meals and car rides with your dad when he dropped you off at school or work. It’s hard not to think about them everyday even if it’s an over thought.

You miss home. You miss your room, and you always wonder if they got rid of everything in your room by now or kept in just in case their baby makes it back home enveloped in their arms. Your new apartment lacks the warmth you had before. Everything feels cold and estranged.

By the time you were caught up on everything, your neck is constantly sore from always looking down and you have trouble sleeping most nights with the looming thoughts of perhaps forgetting to do one assignment or thinking about your family.

“I had a rough start obviously but I’m caught up on all of my classes now. Caught up in life in general actually.” you say softer. “How are you—Cheol and Ji-yeong? How’s everyone?”

Sae-byeok didn’t budge. She turns to look at you blankly so you wouldn’t guess her true feelings, like some sort of defense mechanism. You wonder if she was putting up her walls again.

“Do you actually care or are you saying that in case you need our help again?”

You force a slight smile to pretend her words didn’t sting you a bit. “I’m not the selfish person you think I am.” you say and Sae-byeok scoffs. “You know, it’s not wise to judge someone you only knew for a week.”

Without any further comment, she stuffs her hands into her pockets and starts walking in the opposite direction.

“Where are you going?”

“To pick up, Cheol.” she says. You watch her dumbfounded. Sae-byeok swiftly turns around with a sly look etching her face. “Are you going to prove me wrong?”

You send her a quizzical look. She raises both her eyebrows waiting for you to get what she was asking from you. Was it was her subtle way of asking to get to know you?

”I will.” you say more confidently. Sae-byeok nods slightly, her cold expression remaining on her face. “Actually, you guys should pop up by my place today if you’re all free. I’m cooking dinner.”

“…We’ll think about it.” she responds after a minute of thinking long and hard about your invitation. You nod and gently wave her goodbye before entering the stairs leading up to your apartment.

You have a feeling they will arrive so panic begins to set in your body. Truthfully, you didn’t actually plan to make dinner today.

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Sae-byeok leans against the wall, quietly observing the personality of your studio apartment . It was definitely small, resembling an attic. With the living room, bathroom and kitchen being close together and upstairs just big enough to fit your mattress that doesn’t have a bed frame yet. However, it seems as if you were dedicated to make this place look alive and livable.

You had your handcrafted art pieces and sculptures scattered around the walls, kitchen counter and even on the floor since you had no real piece of furniture yet. Apart from the plastic table that seated three by the only small rectangular window, you also had an oversized peace lily by the entrance that was gifted to you by Miss Ahn, who is a known plant connoisseur. Sae-byeok didn’t understand why you had so many multicolored fairy lights scattered around the ceilings, but she guesses it’s because there is a lack of natural lighting here.

“Wow, this place looks good already.” Ji-yeong says after roaming the apartment for ten minutes now. She stares up at the fairy lights in awe, reaching to tap one gently. “We lived in our apartment for three months now and it still looks the same since when we moved in. Right, Sae-byeok?”

“Thanks.” you say bashfully as you began platting the garlic spam fried rice. It’s your first time cooking for other people apart from Miss Ahn who you taught you how to make this easy cheap dinner last week. “I’m thinking of going to a thrift store soon to look for a nice couch.”

“Meh, you shouldn’t rush furniture shopping.“ she advises and sits across Cheol who was busy coloring in your old sketchbook. “When we finally moved in and found out how much a mattress cost my heart seriously fucking dropped—oh! Sorry, Cheol.”

“It’s okay. Noona swears all the time in our room.” he says innocently.

Ji-yeong looks over at Sae-byeok who was still by the wall studying your apartment. “Hey. Dinner is almost ready.”

“There’s only three chairs. I’ll just stand and eat.” she says coolly.

“Nonsense. Come and sit I have to submit an assignment that’s due tonight so you guys eat while I do that in my bed.” you reassure her, place the plates of hot food on the table. “Also, I forgot to buy drinks but I can give you water.”

“Sure!” Ji-yeong chirps and starts digging a spoonful of rice into her mouth. She groans in satisfaction. “You might just beat Sae-byeok as the better cook.”

“Shut up.” you laugh, pouring water into each of their cups.

“I’m serious. Sae-byeok hurry and try it.” she urges when the stone faced girl finally sat down.

Embarrassed to see her reaction you quickly excuse yourself to march up to your bed. You take a quick peek at the three guests before kneeling down to lift your mattress off of the floor. You pull out the cash filled envelope and shove in deep into the pocket of your sweatpants. You were going to use this money to buy a new laptop but you can hold on and use the library computers for now. Now you just sit on the edge of your bed and extra few minutes to not raise suspicions although you doubt they’ll suspect you of anything.

“Eight out ten.” Ji-yeong says when you came back downstairs. “A little bit salty but still delicious.”

“I’ll take it.” you smile and look at Sae-byeok. “What do you rate it, huh?”

Sae-byeok takes another spoonful to make a decision. “Seven out of ten.”

“Alright next time you have to cook for us since you’re so picky.” you say, playfully.

“It’s an eleven out of ten for me, Noona!” Cheol says, grinning ear to ear something you haven’t seen before.

“Oh wow, thank you, Cheol! You were the only one I cared to know what they thought about my food.” you beam. You didn’t know if you were hearing things, but you could’ve sworn Sae-byeok let out a quiet snort.

“Thanks for inviting us. It’s good to see you’re doing better.” Ji-yeong says, smiling slightly.

“I hope next time you visit I’ll have more to show you other than my seven out of ten cooking though.”

“If you’re a seven out of ten then I’m down in the gutters.” she murmurs, scratching the top of her head.

The three visitors mingled for another hour or so helping you clean the dishes and wipe down the kitchen before deciding that it was time to head home when the sun left the horizons. However, you quietly ask Sae-byeok to speak in private while she was putting on her coat. She threw you an odd look before hesitating to accept your request. Ji-yeong gave you both skeptical glances but remained quiet as she took Cheol with her out the apartment.

“Woah. What the hell are you doing?” Sae-byeok says when you pull out the envelope of cash. Her eyes grew wide and fearful. “Stop. I didn’t do it for money.”

“I know, I know but I want to help. You already work so much and also take care of Cheol and—you look so tired. I’m concerned.” you say, giving her a pleading look. “Come on, you didn’t even take the flowers that I brought you earlier.”

“I’m not taking your money.” Sae-byeok says, backing away. “This isn’t what I meant when I asked if you cared!”

“Do you really want me to give you a speech? When Ji-yeong and Cheol are waiting outside?” you cross your arms. Sae-byeok reaches for the door knob. “Stop! Hey—look after what you’ve done for me you truly earned my respect!”

Sae-byeok freezes when she twisted the knob. Her eyes get darker and narrower. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know much about you or your past but I can tell you had to do cold and heartless things to survive and no person deserves that. Especially being so young. So, just take this it’s—it’s not a lot but as long as you aren’t overworking yourself to death for a bit will make me content.”

You reach to grab Sae-byeok’s hand and place the envelope on her palm, she gently curls her fingers around it.

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask. She lets out a faint sniffle but shakes her head. “I used to live life in a bubble wrap. I have—I had two loving parents, a group of friends and school. That was it—and it was easy. I’ve never known real hard work until I had to leave everything behind…and I was ready to give up but you and Ji-yeong and even Cheol gave me strength. I don’t know what it was about you guys that did but maybe one day I’ll figure it out and I’ll let you know when I do.”

The tension in the air was killer. You hold your breath afraid that even your faint breathing will disturb whatever was on Sae-byeok’s mind. She was your enigma. Never have you met someone as confusing as her.

“Thank you.” she says barely above whisper, staring down at her shoes.

“Thank me by taking care of yourself.” you say in a light tone hoping that she will be comfortable looking at you. “You should probably go now before Ji-yeong and Cheol get worried. I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah.” she croaks. “Bye.”

To your disappointment, Sae-byeok’s head remained lowered till the moment she walked out the door. But you hope that over time you get to know what underneath her hard cold surface.

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stark-ironman · 4 months ago

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We need more sub Hugh, give him some more of the lovin… Maybe he’s the insecure one, you’re a young up and coming singer/actress who has your entire future ahead of you and tons of other men and women your age who were dying to get a chance with you, he worries that you’ll tire of him in his old age

You assure him, of course, maybe suck him off in the process to remind him that he’s Hugh fucking Jackman and you’re the one who should be worried if anything and that you love him more than life ;)

You're All I Want

18+ No Minors

Warnings: jealously, oral (m recieving), deep throating

The crowd roars as you walk off the stage, the stage crew waiting to take off your in-ear monitors and microphone while Hugh walks up to you with a beaming smile. Your arms immediately wrap around his waist and he pulls you close, kissing the top of your head congradulating you on your show as he leads you towards the dressing room.

"I'm going to shower real quick and then we can head to the hotel." You say, kissing him softly and he goes to sit on the couch to wait. While you're in the shower, you hear a knock on the door and some chatter before the door shuts again but you don't pay any mind to it since it's normally your assistant bringing you some stuff the fans gave her.

You step out of the shower and walk out with a towel wrapped around you, smiling when you see Hugh but quickly furrow your brows when you notice he looks upset. "Everything okay?" You ask, snapping him out of his trance. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just spaced out for a moment." He gives you a short smile, looking at you while you get dressed.

"There was a delivery for you." Hugh says after some time, motioning towards the 2 dozen roses. A confused look comes across your face as you read the card and you quickly notice why Hugh's acting strange. "I have no idea who these could be from." You walk over to him, noticing he won't look you in your eyes. "Apparently it's from someone who has their eyes on you." His response carries a bit of jealously but also something else you can't quite put your finger on.

"Hugh, I love you and you're the only pair of eyes I care about being on me. You know that, right?" You try to hold his face but he shrugs it off, standing up quickly. "Let's go to the hotel. You need to rest after the show you put on." He grabs your bags and leads the way to the car, setting them in the trunk before opening the door for you then getting in the other side.

The ride to the hotel is quiet. You glance over at Hugh but he's staring at the road ahead, his jaw slightly clenched and you can't help but worry about why this is affecting him so bad. People send you gifts and flowers all the time. You always ignore the ones that have flirty messages written on them and Hugh knows that. Hell, the two of you has even poked fun at the men who try to flirt with you while knowing you're a taken woman.

Once to the hotel, Hugh carries your bags to your shared room and you quickly shut the door, locking it. "Hugh." Your voice is quiet but you know he heard it. "Need to get ready for bed, love." He says trying to walk past you to the bathroom but you stop him, placing your hands on his face to make him look at you.

"Please tell me what's wrong." You say, seeing his eyes turn from distant to sadness. His hands find your waist as he sighs, placing his head against yours. "It's stupid." He mumbles but you keep pushing for him to tell you. "It's just, seeing the roses tonight on top of all the messages and gifts you receive from men and women makes me feel like you could do so much better than me. I'm getting older and you have so much of life to experience. You don't need someone like me holding you back." His confession shocks you but you keep a hold of him, pecking his lips softly.

"You will never hold me back. I want to experience everything I'm going to experience, with you. I don't care about the people who send those gifts or messages because at the end of the day I get to come home to you. You're the only one I love and that will never change." You say, seeing the hesitation sweep across his face so you kiss him deeply.

"Take your clothes off." You lightly command, seeing his eyebrows raise so you repeat yourself, firmer this time and he starts taking his clothes off. "Lay on the bed." He does what you say as you remove your clothes, straddling his hips and kissing him deeply.

You move slowly down his body, trailing kisses and small bites all the way down his torso, sitting up slightly so you can look at him. "Why would I want anybody else when my man looks like a Greek God?" A soft moan leaves his lips and you move further down, grabbing his semi-hard cock in your hand.

"You've ruined me for any other person, baby. I only dream of you and your dick. Nobody else's," You lick a stripe up his base, watching him twitch, "Nobody could take care of me the way you do. You've spoiled me in every way possible." Your mouth wraps around his tip, taking him slowly in your mouth as a gasp leaves his.

Hugh's hands tangle through your hair, moving your hair while your tongue circles around his tip then pulling slightly as you bob your head, moving down his length. You finally fully take him, your nose pressed against his neatly trimmed hair before coming back up. He tries to push your head back down but you swat his hand away, wanting to be in control for just this once.

You start bobbing your head, hearing a string of curses leave Hugh's lips as his head falls back against the pillow. You keep one hand on his base and move the other to wrap around his balls, massaging them gently as you take him.

"Fuck, darling. You look so pretty down there." He moans, thrusting his hips slightly causing you to gag but neither one of you let up. You brace yourself and allow him to fuck your mouth for a few minutes before pulling off slightly, telling him to let you continue before placing your mouth back on him.

His moans become erratic as his body starts to tense up, a slew of curse words fall from his lips while you keep your quick pace. "I- I'm fixing to.. c-cum, darling." He warns but you don't let up, taking him fully back down your throat as his dick starts twitching, his release shooting ropes inside.

You let him ride out his release before removing your mouth with a pop, wiping the spit and hint of cum from around your mouth.

"Still question if I want you?" You ask with a smile, watching him chuckle as he pulls you to him, kissing you deeply and sliding his tongue past your lips to taste himself. "I'm not letting you go after that. I love you even more after that," He rolls on top of you, "Now let me show you why you love me so much."

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sanemislittledemon · 7 months ago

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Hello! I was reading your work and I thought they were pretty interesting! Also, I was wondering if you could do one with Gyomei and the reader where they're a bit suicidal?? It's okay if you don't do these kinds of requests and I completely understand! Looking forward to more of your works!

Omg of course! I love the big old cuddly bear Gyomei! Also if you ever want to talk my message are open okay? I hope you are doing well 🌸

It’s short but I hope you like it🌸

Gyomei x Suicidal!reader

There’s a small spoiler of Gyomeis past!

Y/N groans as they open their eyes, the sun is already high in the sky, shinning in and ruining their peaceful sleep. Y/N looks over to the other futon and relaxes when they realize that Gyomei isn’t there ‘today is the hashira meeting’ they sigh to themself. Waking up was always the worst, it’s been getting harder to pull themself out of bed, everyday the dread of waking up setting in.

It’s hard to date someone like Gyomei, people talk and judge you for being with someone as strong as the stone hashira. He was amazing in every way possible but Y/N stubbornly kept this side of them away from their partner. Sitting up sighing as they pulled themself together enough to get out of the futon to go to the bath room.

Gyomeis been on missions or with his student, Genya so he hasn’t been home. they haven’t been out of bed along enough to bathe. hell they wouldn’t have eaten if it wasn’t for Genya occasionally cooking while Gyomei was away. Y/N warms the water before they started to strip off their clothing, running hands down their body as disgust fills their heart.

‘Why does he love me’

Sighing they began to clean themself then getting into the wash tub, the only part that makes this whole process seem worth it to just sit in here until the water turns cold.

Tears fell from their eyes when the thoughts came through the fog

‘you don’t deserve him’

‘worthless’

‘You’re weak’

‘you’re ugly’

Y/N grip their head in their hands pulling on their hair making their scalp burn while hot tears stream down their redden cheeks. “shut up!” Y/N screams

Jumping up they run out to quickly dry off and dress before running out of the stone estate barefoot “Hey! Y/N what’s wrong?” They hear a voice yell in the distance but not caring to stop they keep going through the woods. Rocks tear into their feet as they run faster until they come to an abrupt halt at a cliff and waterfall, Gyomeis training ground but he’s at the hashira meeting so he wouldn’t come to their rescue even if he wanted too. Sitting on the edge, more tears falling from their eyes.

“I’m sorry, my love” they say before sliding off the edge, closing their eyes and waiting for the impact of their sweet release but the feeling was cut short when they felt abnormally muscular arms wrap around them. Eyes shooting open they were greeted with a very distraught Gyomei, tears flowing freely from his white orbs. He holds them tightly against his chest has he lands firmly on the ground, gyomei holds them firmly but didn’t say a word as he begins to walk back through the woods.

Guilt taking its hold the only thing they could ask is “how?” Silence fills the heavy air between them before he finally spoke “Genya was worried so he interrupted the meeting. He is being effectively chewed out by Shinazugawa right now, the next time you see him you should apologize” Gyomei explained

Tears well up again and they buries their head in Gyomeis muscular chest as they apologizes repeatedly “please Gyomei I’m sorry! Please don’t leave me!” They cry

Gyomei abruptly stops walking “why in the world would I leave you?” He asks as his voice breaks

“I don’t deserve you and then I go and cause all this trouble for everyone!” Y/N screams into his chest but abruptly stops when they feel something wet drop onto their head, looking up at the man they realize he was crying. It wasn’t unusual to see the stone hashira cry but this felt different, it felt real and the guilt again took hold making their stomach turn.

“you are the most important thing to me” he started before taking a deep breath and continuing “you are important and you are loved. I regret not sensing this sooner. I apologize” Gyomei starts walking

It didn’t take long before they were walking into stone estate, Gyomei takes them to their bed room before gently dropping Y/N on his futon “I’ll go get something to clean you up” he says before walking out and leaving them alone.

But that was short lived as he quickly came back “let me see” he joked as he lifted Y/N’s feet to clean off the dirt and blood before applying medicine and wrapping them up.

Gyomei was silent for a moment before he spoke again “I promise we will get through this together. You are not alone and I will protect you from everything”

Gyomeis voice breaks as he spoke “I failed to protect those children long ago but I promise I won’t let anything happen to you”

Y/N throws their arms around Gyomeis large frame “I’m sorry Gyomei. I promise to tell you my feelings from now on” they cry

“I love you”

“I love you too”

Gyomei lays them both back on the futon, he puts Y/N on his solid chest as he runs his hands across their back, in comfortable silence they both drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

The next morning Y/N wakes up still on Gyomeis chest when they look up he was already awake “morning, my love” he smiles at them, getting off of him she replies “morning Gyomei”

“how are you feeling? “

Y/N thinks for a moment before replaying “a little drained, but I’m all right and starving! “

Gyomei laughed “then let’s go get you something to eat”

Hand in hand they walk through the estate talking about everything that’s been going on the days they were apart when the two reach the kitchen Genya was already there cooking a meal for the three of them

“Genya!” Y/N runs up to him and wraps their arms around him making the man tense up unsure what to do but Y/N quickly pulls away “I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you. I heard you were reprimanded by your older brother. Are you okay?” Y/N asks looking over him for wounds but Genya nods “aniki won’t seriously hurt me but I’m just glad you are okay” Genya replies and Y/N nods happily and jokes “we are just like a family” Genya blushes deeply and Gyomei let out a deep laugh “don’t let Shinazuawa hear you say that. I’ll never hear the end of it” Gyomei says.

Gyomei smiles ‘a family, I think I like the sound of that’ he thinks before walking over to the other two, pulling Y/N to his side and patting Genya head “let’s eat” he says making them smile.

#demon slayer #gyomei x reader #gyomei himejima #kny gyomei #kny spoilers #kny x reader

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dangerousduckcloud · 7 months ago

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Flowerbeds make up for a nice eternal rest

Read it also on AO3

“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

taglist: @kurai-hono-blog, @katrina0-0

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 · 1 year 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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stormyweaver · 1 year 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 · 4 months 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.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #hermitfic #cubfan135 #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #zombiecleo #timeloopprisonau #convex #I wish literally anyone else here had a duo name or smth JDHJDJD #tagging hermitshipping just bc of a reference to sex #there is not shipping in this fic #hermitshipping #sculk cub

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moonspirit · 2 months ago

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ok imagine the ambassadors having an Christmas event for the children affected by the rumbling where they have presents for families with essentials (like maybe more blankets for the winter, cans of food, candles etc) and Santa Clause to listen to all the kids wishes for the holiday season.

Now it’s armin. Armin is in the Santa suit bc Reiner was supposed to be Santa but he got a cold and had to stay home and be cared for by his mother (he was crying cause he was dissapointed he didn’t get to spread Christmas cheer for the children too ) and it could have been Jean next in line if he wasn’t already busy with the duty of handing out the Christmas baskets and it couldn’t be Connie bc he was helping out Piek keep the headcount of all the families that come in and serving food.

Armin’s it. Sure, he was the face of the group but all he had to do was make a big fancy speech in the beginning and mingle throughout the event. He thinks that it would be more fun to talk to the kids than old stuck up politicians anyway. They stuffed a big pillow down his shirt and made sure that his belt was secure enough to keep the pants from falling down (they made sure to hem the pants a few hours before hand thanks to Piek).

It goes well, extremely well actually! The kids loved “Santa” and they would receive a little goody bag of treats after their heartfelt talk with “Santa” was over bc they’ve been so good that year.

At the end of the night after everything’s over, armin’s enjoying a little drink next to the fire place with a little spiked eggnog still in his Santa suit bc he’s TIRED. He did take off the fake beard and shirt and the pillow though because he was baking in that thing. So that just leaves him in a thin undershirt that he usually wears under all his regular dress shirts and the Santa pants.

Annie’s staring. She wants that cookie so bad.

He notices and he motions for her to come over and sit on his lap. After a relative silence she can’t take it anymore, the horni just comes out and she just “You haven’t asked me what I wanted this year… Santa.”

THATS BC YOUR ON THE NAUGHTY LIST ANNIE!!! HES GOT SOMETHING ROCK HARD FOR YOU AND ITS NOT COAL

KIHSGIOSDIOGAGHADOGIAHGD ANON??!!!

NOTHING could've prepared me for that ENDING JHFHSHOIFSF-

for StARTERS, I'm sorry but Armin would make a terrible Santa xD Not that he's bad with kids or anything, they like him! He's nice Santa! He's got a sof sof voice and a nice eye-smile and always hands out a LOT of chocolates but... Santamin is just... a wee bit tired and boring 🥲

You see, Santamin suffers from burnout and exhaustion and that means that when he's going "HO HO HO" it sometimes tends to sound like a dying goat. In this part of the Post-Rumbled world, life is rife with fresh, raw politics and kids grow up learning about worker's unions. While Santamin's doing his best to provide some christmassy entertainment, one of them makes the mistake of asking Santamin about the elves he's employing and uh...

Bad idea to ask Armin, of all people, about labour laws 🙃

Because literally anybody else would do a better job! SantaReiner would go HO HO HO and make the kids forget all about overworked elves! SantaJean would curse and swear but take the kids on a Reinhorsedeer ride! SantaPieck would take the kids on an all-you-can-get afternoon of straight up thieving and shoplifting! (I mean come on, Santa's elves are on strike and Santa needs presents! They aren't coming out of thin air~). SantaConnie would teach the kids tap-dancing to tavern music!Hell, even SantaAnnie would stuff stockings down the kids' mouths to shut them up! (this is not approved Santa behaviour, please be warned)

But Santamin?

Oh no. Santamin loves talking labour laws 🙃🙃🙃

"HO HO HO, oh you're curious about my elves are you? HO HO HO, Santa's happy to tell you that they get 12.5% of their monthly pay contributed to a welfare fund that provides compounded interest on its annual average balance and covers elf dependents, elf spouses, elf siblings and- no, wait- *cough* HO HO HO, they ALSO get--"

All that said... Santamin off his duty is actually hot. Annie's just spent the whole day watching him bore the kids to death but??? Something about him talking about the most mind-numbingly awful law stuff for the past 12 hours is... hot? Sexy? and when he takes off that giant pillow and loosens his belt, his waist is... so tiny??

Oh she DOES want that CHRISTMAS COOKIE SO BAD ✨✨

TLDR: Santamin - Sucks with Kids. But Santamin - Fucks with Annie 😏

#askies #I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THIS WEOIGHWEGIWHEGEG #thank YOU ANON T^T #XD #aruani #headcanon #smut #??? DOES THIS COUNT AS SMUT AHAHAHAHAHHAA XD #armin arlert #attack on titan #annie leonhart #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aruannie #aot #armin x annie

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welp-back-on-my-bs · 7 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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receival · 11 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.

#ask prompt #rp ask meme #rp prompts #rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #inbox memes #ask memes #sentence starter meme #sentence starters

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madude21 · 2 years 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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kitsunexgari · 1 month ago

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Chapter Six Summary: Kitsune is a wealthy billionaire on the hunt for the Front Man of these legendary Squid Games she’s heard so much about. However, in her attempt to find this man’s true identity, the hunter will become the hunted. Relationship: Hwang In-ho/Original Female Character Tags: Kidnapping/abduction, assault, non-consensual drugging, sadism, fear play, knife play, blood play, Dom/Sub, consensual but not safe or sane, dub-con, sexual activity, torture, knives, language, humiliation, slapping, biting, stabbing, sensory deprivation, psychological torture, cages, drama/angst Note: The tags are general tags not all things happen in every chapter I just want people to be warned what they could potentially get into.

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four][Chapter five]

She lost track of how long she was in there, or how many orgasms she had. Which even surprised her because she really hadn’t thought she could orgasm with how painful the periodic shocks were. At some point she just kind of went into a daze and allowed herself to disassociate. Accept the position that she was in for what it was and realize that there was nothing she could do to stop it. Obviously it would end when he wanted it to end and she knew she was being watched so it was probably only a matter of time anyway. That’s why when he came in there she wasn’t sure if it had been eight hours or eight minutes. He didn’t say anything to her, he just stopped the machine and pulled it away before releasing her cuffs from the restraints that were attached to the bench.

“Get up.” He grabbed her arm to pull her to her feet. She let out a bit of a yelp. Half of her body felt like it was numb and her legs were so weak she ended up falling into him. He let out a noise that was half amused and half a grunt of annoyance. She was far too exhausted and in pain to really say anything to him, her brain didn’t even want to think in proper words. All she wanted to do was sleep. Eventually, since she wasn’t really able to walk like he wanted her to, he picked her up to carry her. It wasn’t in the nicest way possible, almost kind of rough, but it was still better than having to walk all the way back through that maze herself with him dragging her at a speed she couldn’t have possibly kept up with.

When they got back to his living quarters she was taken to the bathroom once again and more or less dumped onto the floor of the shower. He didn’t say anything but he did turn on the water then leave again, shutting the door behind him. She groaned since she assumed she only had two minutes like every time before so she hurried to try to get herself as clean as possible in those two minutes. It wasn’t like she knew when she’d get another chance. Still, it was nice to be able to clean up after all of that considering she didn’t smell the best after. Once she was back on her feet she leaned heavily against the wall to support herself as she continued to clean up.

At a certain point she knew more than two minutes had passed. Even as tired as she was she knew that. She glanced at the door and rinsed herself off then stopped the water and got out. There was a towel on a shelf so she grabbed it and started to dry herself off wondering what was taking him so long and why he wasn’t all up in her ass about how this was a punishment and he was going to make her life a living hell. As she was finishing with the towel the door opened again. She turned and saw him standing there, still in the black clothing and the mask. She couldn’t have wanted to see his face more. What was he hiding under there? Maybe he was hideously deformed or something. He took her by the arm again without much warning and walked her through the area until they were back at that panel on the wall that hid the secret area with the cage.

This again? She thought. It was annoying, sure, and she was very hungry and terribly thirsty after all of that in the other room but she wasn’t going to die if she didn’t get food or water, that was for sure. It was hard not to complain but since she was aware that was what he wanted her to do she was able to resist. He shoved her down and she went willingly into the cage. The door was shut and locked with the panel placed over it again so she was in pitch black. For the moment, it wasn’t bad since all she really wanted to do was sleep, more than she wanted to eat or drink. She supposed she’d worry about all that other stuff when she woke up again.

Over the next two days she was mostly left in that confined space. At least, she estimated it was two days going on how many times she was fed. Though, there was no way to tell how much time was passing when in sensory deprivation and In-ho had gone out of his way to make sure there were no visible clocks, nothing that even resembled sunlight, and no way to orient herself of the passage of time while this was going on. He also didn’t speak to her. Not one word. She tried talking to him a few times but realized it wasn’t going to do anything. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was doing. This was a really powerful form of psychological torture and she would have been lying if she had said she wasn’t feeling the effects of it.

At some point, she didn’t know what day it was, or even time it was, she just knew she was going mad. Locked in that tiny cage in complete darkness for up to 12 hours at a time, possibly, it was only her best guess, was weighing on her sanity. Would she rather ask for death than endure utter isolation and such deprivation that she was starting to hallucinate more and more often? No. It could be worse she was sure of it. All she had to do was find a way to occupy her time and ground herself. That was one of the steps to beating sensory deprivation. That was when she started to talk to herself softly. She never heard In-ho’s voice out there, even if she could hear him moving around. He had obviously started to be careful about where he had conversations so she was deprived of that.

Hearing her own voice was helpful, at first, but slowly it wasn’t doing the trick anymore. She also tried tapping her finger on the plastic underneath her and also counting how many times she was doing it. Another thing that worked but only temporarily. She was getting desperate not to lose her mind, not to give into him, not to let him gain any satisfaction from knowing that this was getting to her so she did the last thing that she could think of that took concentration and would keep her grounded. She started to sing.

Though she may have been a CEO and hard working business woman, that was her one hidden talent. She had used it more than a few times to impress other businessmen and colleagues since karaoke was popular in Japan. No one had ever expected her to have a voice like that so it gave the impression that not only was she talented in business and science but the arts as well. Being multifaceted like that only ever did her good. So many times people had asked her why she didn’t just become a singer but she didn’t find any pleasure in that idea. She did it for fun and she felt if she had it as a job then it wouldn’t be fun anymore. Even if she did, she was sure she’d miss her actual job which she loved more than anything.

Darling so there you are, with that look on your face, as if you’re never hurt, as if you’re never down, shall I be the one for you, who pinches you softly, but sure, if frown is shown then, I will know that you are no dreamer.

She wasn’t sure why she’d chosen that song, or to sing it in English. Maybe because for whatever reason she didn’t think In-ho knew English despite being fluent in it herself. It could have also been because she missed her friend who was American even though through very odd but wonderful circumstances they had practically been raised together in Japan.

Darling so share with me, your love if you have enough, the tears if you’re holding back, or pain if that’s what it is, how can I let you know, I’m more than the dress and the voice, just reach me out then you will know that you are not dreaming.

As she was about to open her mouth to continue the panel to the closet was pulled open and In-ho stood there, still with the mask on, but he was looking down at her with those dead panther eyes. She looked up at him and smiled but didn’t say anything. She just went quiet again. He stared at her for what seemed like an impossibly long time but she was just glad that she was seeing something other than pitch black darkness for once.

“What are you doing?”

“Singing. Was it that bad?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He got down and unlocked the cage then reached in and grabbed her by her arm to pull her out. He got her into a standing position which wasn’t easy since her legs were cramped and a bit numb from being curled up in that cage for so long. “Why are you singing?”

“Something to do?”

“You couldn’t think of anything else?”

“No. You never said it was against the rules.” She shrugged as if none of this were a big deal. There was another pause as he kind of froze and it seemed like he was trying to compose himself. He turned her and shoved her in the direction of his bedroom. She hadn’t been in there again since the one time he’d brought a meal to her there on the first night. If it could have been called that. It was better than nothing. Once she was by the bed she knelt down at the foot of it, assuming she would catch hell for actually getting on it without permission.

“Are you…insane?”

“No more or less than you are for what you are attempting to do here.”

“You can’t just…you don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am.” She rolled her eyes without being able to help herself. He grabbed her by the chin roughly and forced her to look up at him.

“You are not a CEO of anything you’d have lost your mind already. Way before now.”

“I am exactly who you think I am. My name is Rika Takashi.”

“Stolen identity.”

“Oh yeah?” She laughed, because this was a very stupid argument, “Call DTI right now and see if she’s there, by which I mean me, and then get told that she’s taken some personal time for a trip to Korea. I’ll wait.” He backhanded her across the face then stormed out of there. She doubted that it was to check what she was saying was true. He had to have known it was true but he seemed to be struggling with the idea that she had this much will power. That she didn’t just fall apart under pain, torture, stress, and humiliation. It was understandable, to a point, he probably assumed her high status came from a background of money and being spoiled all of her life. When it was the exact opposite. Though she had spoken about it a few times in some interviews, most people wanted to know about the business and not her personal life so it had come up very little. She doubted that he’d looked into her beyond confirming that she was, in fact, who she claimed to be. Which had to be frustrating, to be losing so hard at his own game, but he was and he couldn’t seem to figure out why.

She was there for a very long time sitting on the floor but it was fine because she was able to stretch her legs and neck and it definitely helped her feel better. When she was done she laid down flat with her back on the floor and her arms over her head. The cage didn’t allow her to lay down straight or flat so this was comfortable. Plus, the floor had carpeting. She started to doze off a bit since it was nicer in there, when she heard him come back into the room. She opened her eyes and looked up at him standing over her. He reached down like he wanted to offer her a hand in sitting up, which was odd because normally he would have just grabbed her. Or so she would have thought. She took it, after a moment of considering if it was a trick or not but allowed him to help her to her feet. He went to the closet in his room off to the side and went through it. Then he came back with some clothing and tossed it on the bed.

“Get dressed.” He told her.

“For what?”

“Do what I say.”

She nodded, realizing that whatever was supposed to be coming next wasn’t going to be her choice anyway so she went to the bed as he left the room. The outfit she soon found out was the dress that she had been wearing at the party the night that he had tagged her for the hunt. It had been cleaned though. So had her undergarments. The boots were missing but it wasn’t as if those were insanely comfortable to lounge around in so she couldn’t complain. This was better than being naked or dressed in that stupid fox colored track suit. She pulled the dress on and zipped it up then knelt back down where she had been before. As she waited, she looked at her nails wishing they weren’t so unkempt. She was going to need a manicure when she got back.

Then it hit her. Going back would mean not seeing this guy again. She knew very little about him other than her theory about him formerly being a cop was probably right. She knew his name was In-ho even if he didn’t know she knew that, and she knew he was The Front man of this Squid Game that people talked about but couldn’t prove was real. That was it. She hadn’t seen his face but he’d given her some of the most intense and addictive orgasms of her life. How could she walk away from that and why would she walk away from that? Obviously, he wasn’t going to just let anyone into his life and get close to them. He barely knew her outside of the fact that his tormenting didn’t work well enough to make her want to die so he was confused. She felt a pang in her chest at the thought of leaving without knowing who he really was as in a way it almost felt like they had to be a perfect match. Even if it was for the most fucked up reasons on the planet. She frowned and tried not to let her emotions get the better of her. Hell, she didn’t care about anyone really. Not other than Leila. Her life was her job and the loyalty she had to her clients, colleagues, co-workers, and all the employees she oversaw. She couldn’t just give that up for this random guy who she’d never really seen. For all she knew he could be super ugly under that mask.

“Here.”

She was snapped out of her train of thought when she heard him speak again and looked over in his direction. He was holding out her boots. She took them as she stood up and then pulled one on. She did the laces for it and then put on the other one. Why was he dressing her up like she was about to go out? Or leave? Or…was he going to kill her? That didn’t seem right either. She was very confused.

“I’m sorry what is this all about?”

“I have to admit when I’ve been defeated and you, somehow, have done that.” He said, “Which means I will honor one request before you leave.”

“So you’re not going to kill me?”

“I was never going to kill you, had you asked I’d have just had you knocked out and shipped back to the mainland so you would have no idea how you got here in the first place and no one would believe you.”

“Well, no one’s going to believe that I won this either so I guess in a way, you truly are the victor.” She chuckled and leaned down to lace up the other boot. “You might want to take this collar off.” She pointed to her neck. He nodded and took a key from his pocket before reaching around to the back of her neck and unlocking the collar. It fell to the ground.

“What is your request?”

“It can be anything?”

“Within reasons or the limitations of my power to grant it. I believe before you said that you wanted to be part of the Squid Game.”

“And you said it was out of the question because I was too high profile to vanish that way.”

“If you really want-”

“I want to see your face.”

“No. Pick something else.”

“I don’t want anything else.”

“Surely you-”

“What? Money? I could buy my own island and organize my own Squid Game and still be more wealthy than you. What kind of money could you give me that would make me think oh, that’s fair considering I beat you at your own game?”

“You cannot see my face. It is out of the question.”

“Why?”

“If you see my face-”

Before he could continue that line of thought there was a loud bang as the door to his living quarters was obviously kicked in. They both turned in the direction of the sound and seconds later the Snake was coming in with a gun trained on In-ho’s head. On top of that he had quite a few soldiers to back him. All men dressed in black with those masks, except instead of them being blank they had white symbols on them. Snake himself was still dressed in a very nice suit which was a lot sexier than it should have been.

“Hands up!” He ordered.

“What is this?” In-ho asked.

“HANDS!” Snake demanded again, shoving the gun in In-ho’s face, “You too, whoever you are.” She sighed, wishing that this wasn’t the first time in her life she’d pissed someone with a gun off but it definitely wasn’t. She put her hands up and glanced at In-Ho who slowly did as well. Snake barked in that weird hyena like laugh he had and reached up towards In-ho’s face. In one quick motion he tore the panther mask away and held it up to his own face. She turned to get her first look at In-ho and dear lord was he beautiful. Breathtaking even. She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt this way about any man she’d ever seen, not in person at least. Though it probably helped that he had made her feel the most intense pain and pleasure of her life the past few days.

Dear God… She whispered, though it was in Japanese.

“What is this?” In-ho asked again, either ignoring what she said or maybe he didn’t hear her she wasn’t sure which. Not that it was really important that he heard anything she had to say at that moment.

“This is a mutiny.” Snake grinned, “And we’re about to take a vote on our new leader.”

#hwang in ho #lee byung hun #squid game #squid game 2 #fanfic

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glamdringwlv · 6 months ago

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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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