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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter 27: Creating New Habits

Summary- 5.5k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Making the decision to step way out of another comfort zone is hard but taking that chance on yourself? Something you want to do. Curtis is thrilled to get to help you on this journey.

Warnings- Smut. This is an 18+ only blog. Reader dealing with self-doubt and harsh self-talk.

A/N- Thank you to everyone following Curtis and Honey's journey. It means so much to me as this series is such a personal comfort of mine. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today and @mumbles411 for giving this a read over before posting. Dividers made by the talented @firefly-graphics. Likes are appreciated, but if you enjoyed this, please leave a comment and share, it really means so much to me. Thank you again!

Chapter Twenty-Six / Masterlist

What are you doing here Y/N? Your mind raced as you peered out your windshield at the old brick building with a sign that said Big Jon’s Boxing.

You should wait till Curtis can come with you.

You were petrified, the gym was so daunting, but you wanted to prove that you didn’t need Curtis to just come here.

Gyms were a nightmare for you, you had seen the videos people would post of bigger people working out. That was probably your biggest fear, a video of you plastered all over the internet while you struggled. You could hear Jake’s snickering laugh at your expense, the one he used whenever you embarrassed yourself in front of one of his friends.

“She can’t be brilliant all the time, can you Babe?”

“Whatever Jake, shut the hell up.” You whispered out loud to no one really, just an attempt to drive his voice out of your head.

You can do this, You want to do this.

You prepped talk yourself while pushing the door open and stepping into the parking lot.

After all, you are just checking it out today, nothing else.

You stepped into a well-lit area, wide open full of equipment and a few boxing rings scattered around. People milled around, minding their business and never glancing at where you awkwardly stood and looked around. Upbeat music played from various speakers scattered around and a few televisions were hanging above equipment with the screens fixed on different channels.

A nearby desk had a large older man sitting behind it, on his computer when he looked around it to where you were standing. “Hi, can I help you?”

You stepped towards the desk, giving a light shrug of your shoulder. “I’m just checking the place out. My boyfriend said this gym was the place to go to learn some self-defense moves.”

“We can certainly do that here, we offer some one-on-one courses or group sessions. Who is your boyfriend? He sounds like a regular here.”

“He was, his name is Curtis Everett.”

“Oh ho, Curtis! You tell him Big Jon has been wondering where the hell he has gone off to. Grey told me he met someone.” He grinned as he held out his hand towards yours to shake. Your hand felt swallowed in his as you returned the gesture. “How is he doing?”

“Oh, he is doing good, busy as always.” You said with a small smile. It was hard not to with this man’s energy. Big Jon certainly did remind you of Grey, his presence calming even though he was more vocal than your friend was. Warm eyes twinkled and the lines creased on his face as you two started talking more about Curtis.

“That sounds about right. I’ve never known him to sit around doing nothing. Always got something happening.”

“That certainly is Curtis.”

Big Jon hummed in agreement, his large arms folding over his chest and leaning back slightly against his desk. “So self-defense, smart of you to learn.” He reached behind him and grabbed a pamphlet. “Of course feel free to check out the facilities and take this with you, think over what best suits you.”

You took the pamphlet with a soft thank you. “I will be sure to.” Behind you more people came in, splitting off to talk to Big Jon. You took that moment to walk around, and get a feel for the atmosphere. Everyone was just stuck in their own headspace, mostly ignoring you or giving a brief glance as you passed by.

Maybe this isn’t so bad. You finally admitted to yourself after your tour, returning to the car and sliding in behind the wheel while your thoughts started to gain more confidence. Doesn’t even have to be a class, I can get Curtis to teach me after all. You glanced down at the gym membership card now in your hand. I did it.

This was a huge moment, you felt the exhilaration of facing this fear after a lifetime of being self-conscious about even stepping into a gym. The last time you had, Jake had made you feel so bad about trying that you had quit that very day. But not this time, this time you weren’t worried that Curtis would have some snide remark about you trying. If anything, he was going to be just as thrilled for you as you were.

Already feeling better about the whole idea of joining a gym, you started the car to head back to Curtis’s house for the night.

You were just coming down the stairs after a shower when you heard Curtis’s truck pull into the driveway. Within moments his heavy steel toe boots were thumping on the steps and the front door was opening to let him in. Your steps down went a little faster, causing him to glance up from where he was unlacing his boots to watch you come down the stairs.

Dark brows shot up with interest and his blue eyes seemed to drink you in as the sundress he had picked out for you swayed around your thighs.

The little tingle of pride in making him pause zipped up your spine and gave you a buzz. “Honey, you look…”

“Cute?” You asked with a teasing tone, pausing on the last step, giving you an advantage of being closer in height when Curtis straightened.

“Cute is used when you cocooned yourself in the blankets and I have to unravel you out while you’re protesting the entire time,” Curtis smirked as he finished getting his boots off and with silent stocking feet approached that bottom step. Letting his hands flow along the curves of your hips while he brought you close to the step edge, leaving almost no space between the two of you while your arms went over his shoulders and you fiddled with the chain at the back of his neck.

“Oh god, that is not cute.” Your nose wrinkled at the image, knowing fully how you just weren’t a morning person, no way you could be cute at that moment.

“I say it is. No, right now you are beautiful and sexy as hell wearing my dress that I picked out for you.” His hands wrapped suddenly around the back of your thighs, at some point he had been able to sneak them just under your dress and with a yelp of surprise from you, he wrapped them around his waist.

“Curtis James!” You clutched at him while he gave a huff of a laugh at your response but started kissing all the sensitive spots on your neck, starting right at your racing pulse and then down towards your shoulder. “One day you’re gonna-”

“If I hurt my back, then that is on me Honey.” He was quick to cut you off your protest, clearly enjoying having made you wrap around him even if you protested. “You do realize I will never get tired of doing this to you.”

You giggled, allowing your actual happiness to take over any of your worries as your hands loosened on his upper back and you let them slide up over his shoulders and along his neck to cup his bristled face. “Guess what I did today?” You pressed a kiss to his lips, teasing him with light nips that made him groan deeply while trying to keep you in contact. You managed to pull away again to see a flush start to rise on his neck and the tips of his ears redden.

“Mmhh, what did my Pretty Girl do?” Curtis rumbled out as his fingers flexed into a tighter hold on the back of your thighs.

“I went to check out that gym you suggested. Met Big Jon and got a membership.” Your grin spread as you said it, showing him just how happy you were about it.

Curtis gave a whoop and spun enough to make your dress flare out, your outburst of a laugh melding with his praise. “Honey, you’ve made my day.” There was no missing his kiss this time, making everything in you tingle, your fingers curling around his cheeks to hold on and keep up. Within seconds your toes touched the floor as he let you lower back to a stand. “Honestly Y/N, I am so fucking proud of you for this.”

You gave a shy little shrug, the praise making you feel good and it was still such a new feeling for you. “I figured it was time.”

“Hey…” His fingers brushed against your chin, tilting you up to meet his gaze. “If it’s what you want, then it’s time.” He said firmly and you nodded to confirm that this was what you wanted and nothing else.

“Cross my heart.” You made the motion across your chest, his eyes teasing as they dropped to watch the criss cross of fingers across your cleavage.

He rumbled a bit, his tone dropping in timbre. “Quit distracting me.” Curtis teased, letting his fingers trace over your collarbone and darting in to press his lips to yours once more.

You managed to mutter between his swift kisses. “One more thing, before we get too carried away.” Your hand pressed against his firm chest and he immediately paused with an arch of his brow to have you continue with your request.

“You’re right. I should go take a shower.” He suddenly muttered, looking down at himself covered in some grime and grease from his day at the trainyard. “Shit, I wasn’t thinking Honey.” He swiftly apologized but you fisted your hand in his shirt before he could pull away.

“You know I don’t give a shit about that. Can you take me down the cellar to see what you have down there for workout equipment?”

“Of course, Honey.” He grabbed his lunch bag and your hand to lead you into the kitchen, depositing his bag by the sink. “It's a bit of a clutterfuck down there though. Some of Gram and Gramp’s very dated furniture made its way down there and I just haven’t hauled it away yet.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, letting him lead you down the old wooden stairs while artificial overheads started to flicker on below you. “I’m not one to judge, my apartment is currently a disaster.”

Curtis gave a chuckle while he worked his way down, you following behind him carefully. You glanced around the space as this was your first time coming down and indeed was a bit of clutter, but you could see that he had one section cleaned out around the furnace and their was a small section of that squared off with a workout bench and a dusty punching bag. A frame of weights stood near the bench, neatly aligned weights by size. When you were able to glance at the amount of weights still attached to the bar, your eyes widened a bit, from a quick count of numbers, he was certainly lifting more than you weighed.

“Holy shit…” You muttered and Curtis glanced at you to see you adding on your fingers just to be sure. Again that red crept up his neck and his hand clasped at the back of his neck, rubbing at it.

It was rare to see Curtis get a bit bashful and it made you grin. “I mean, that was back last summer Honey, I don’t know about doing that much now.”

“It probably wouldn’t be safe to just jump back into it.” You agreed while he worked some of the weights off the bar, your head tilting to admire the way his back flexed under his shirt during the process, and gave a wistful sigh at the view.

Curtis gave you a knowing look as he wiped the dust off the bench and sat down while flexing his hands before laying back to inhale deeply. You did the math from the amount of weights left on the bar and your eyes widened a bit. “Curtis you sure about…”

“I’m fine Honey.” His hands fitted on the bar and moved to lift it off the frame. Your breath held with apprehension at first, he claimed he was fine, he certainly lifted you plenty of times even though you would protest, but you also knew that sometimes his back would spasm and you would hate for him to hurt himself.

Curtis didn’t seem to struggle though. Sure all the muscles in his shoulders and chest tightened with the effort. Your worry melded into arousal at the view while, at the same time you felt almost envious in the way he was able to so easily lift that weight in such a fluid motion, like it was an ease for him. All too soon he was putting the bar back and pushing back up to a sit.

His brow arched at you, his knowing smile flirting with his slightly pink-tinged face from his workout. “Com’ere Pretty Girl.” Patting his thigh with his palm. You took a breath and approached him, glancing at his thigh with trepidation before moving to straddle him while his hands slid around to rest on the fullness of your backside. “Tell me what you were just thinking about.”

Your arms slipped over his broad shoulders, your fingers brushing against the back of his neck to brush against the hairs there. Your gaze roamed his curious face, mapping out the slight arrangement of freckles darting across his nose to his dark lashes that were almost sinful to be on a man. Dropping to the soft pink of his lips among the darkness of his trimmed beard. “I was admiring how incredibly fine you are.”

Your head dipped to his, your nose trailing against his while breathing in deeply, his cologne heightened cause he was heated up a bit more. You whispered as you pressed your lips to his. “You also smell really good.”

Curtis shifted a bit, his hands finding a stronger hold on your ass while arching you closer into him. His cerulean blues darkened slightly, the air around the two of you charging with arousal. “I should have brought you down here sooner.” He grunted while your hands slid back over his shoulders and down his chest, your hand fisting in his tee to tug it over his head.

“Yes, you should because damn if that wasn’t a turn-on.” You said earnestly as your hand twisted in his chain and you arched in close, your mouth finding his and giving a searing kiss. He ground you into him again, this time a lot harder against you, his hips pushing up to meet you. You whimpered into his mouth, your pussy starting to throb and grow wet with need to have him. You could taste him, his smell permeated your senses and made your entire mind grow fuzzy with desire. As dirty as he was from his day at work, it was now driving you mindless. You tugged at his pants while a hand slapped at your ass, making you sting.

Your dress was tugged away, roughly while your nails streaked down to grab at his belt, working it open. “How much do you like these leggings Pretty Girl?” Curtis just about growled out as your bra got yanked down, his mouth finding its way between your cleavage, the graze of his beard rough against them, and you chased after that feeling.

“These leggings?” You said with a gasp, wriggling your hips in an urgency. “Burn them off if you gotta Curtis.”

His moan vibrated into your chest where his face was buried, kissing and worshipping your breasts while he had them exposed to his tongue and teeth. You got his pants yanked open enough to pull his cock out, stroking it with one hand while you moved the other to grab at the back of his head, keeping him pressed in against you.

Everywhere you felt him nip with sharp teeth his tongue soothed the sting away and left you wanting more. His cock throbbed in your hand as you moved it just how he liked it, the slight squeezes and speeding up to give him the friction, your thumb collecting the small beads of precum collecting to suck off the pad of your finger, humming with eagerness. Curtis pulled up, taking in how your lips parted to suck, his fingers digging into your leggings like they were now pissing him off.

“No one knows just how dirty you can be, do they?” His tone dropped, a whole hunger burning in his voice as you smirked at him, popping your thumb from your mouth, now cleaned of the pearly droplets. Your hips were yanked, the fabric giving away as easily as if he was opening a present.

“Only for you Curtis.” You teased, giving a slight cry as his fingers stroked along your soaked panties, your head falling back to be able to focus on how your body was weeping to be fucked, how his fingers were pushing between slick folds to tease you to something greater than the need you were in now. Curtis was pushing up into your hand, fucking him with your touch just as he was starting to with you, his fingers thick as they filled your needy, weeping hole.

“Hell yes only for me.” Possessively intimate in his touch, your pussy squelching as they squeezed his fingers stroking you, touching you in the way only he could, your hips started bouncing up and down on him, one hand still on his cock, jerking him off while the other braced against his shoulder, nails digging in to get the leverage needed to ride his fingers. “Your wet needy hole needed to be filled by me, Pretty Girl.” Your head nodded to confirm as your moans of his name got louder. “So fucking messy and perfect riding my fingers. But I want you coming all over my cock as I fill that greedy hole.”

“Curtis, please.” Now that he put that image in your head, you needed more than his fingers bringing you to the edge. Pulling up enough to slide his cock between your thighs, you waited long enough for him to move his hand and then started to sink down, stretching you open and making you gasp at the burn. He was always going to stretch you, and you welcomed that feeling of him seeming to sink into your wanting pussy for so long.

“Thatta girl, you can take me.” His messy hand grasped the roll on your hip, pulling you down onto him. “Always just swallow my cock, fuck.” He hissed as he pushed up, meeting you with a pounding thrust.

It was just what you needed, bouncing now to meet him Your hands grabbed at one another to hold on, his grunts of effort were matched with your panting moans. Your body went tacky with sweat as your movements became rushed. Your pussy wept around his pounding cock, sucking him in as he hit your sweet spot over and over.

His mouth found yours, swallowing your moans as his own while you started to break for him, crying with a sharp plea. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed you, making you lose your rhythm as you fell into his chest, clinging to him. His touch turned harder, moving your body to ease you through as you buried your face into his shoulder. “Got you, Honey.” His words slurred, his movements turning rushed and desperate.

Your head lifted, your lips brushing against his ear as your arms slipped around his neck to hold onto him. “I need you Curtis, fill me up and let me feel full of you.” Your voice was soft against him, gentle quiet pleads that were all for Curtis. “You are so good at making me satisfied.”

You teased his earlobe, nibbling and kissing along the shell, he wrapped you tighter to his hold while your legs trembled and you sank in against him letting him support you. He groaned loud, muttering a curse while warm sticky cum filled you, making you hum with satisfaction that not only did you come, but he did too.

Your touch on his skin was everywhere, stroking your fingers against tensed quivering muscles and letting him hide against you for support as you did him several times, murmuring how much you love him for making you feel so safe and satisfied with him.

“I love you so much, Curtis.” You pressed kisses against his shoulder, letting your head rest in the crook of his neck, soaking in the moment. It didn't matter where you two were, it could be in the lush bed of the hotel in Florida or his dusty cluttered basement, it always felt so good being this way with him, it always ended with you feeling worshipped and satisfied.

“You got this Y/N, you're not going for power right now but just hitting in the same spot.” Grey held up his padded hands in front of you as you focused on the center of his palm and lashed out. You felt weak in your movements though, unsure as you hit against his hands one after the other, alternating which arm was throwing the punch.

“I feel like I’m not gaining any progress.” You sighed with frustration, pulling back to run your hand against your forehead to wipe away the sweat and catch your breath. Grey loosened one of the gloves, pulling it off.

“More than you think, you're more consistently hitting and a lot harder too.” His palm flexed to get the sting out. “I know it seems to take forever to notice any change though.”

You tried to take Grey’s words to heart as you wandered to your water bottle to grab a drink, leaning against the ring ropes for a breather. Your gaze fell on Curtis not too far away, his stance wide-legged as he mimicked what you were just doing, only he was hitting a heavy bag, making it swing. You hadn’t even managed to get that thing to move with your punches.

The back of his shirt clung to his upper back, dark with sweat and you could see the flush of red on the back of his neck creeping up. It didn’t escape you that you were openly admiring the scene before you and tried to subdue it a bit. But it was hard not to, what could you say… Curtis was fucking hot when he was focusing on his workout.

You still had yet to see him in the ring boxing with another opponent, claiming he was too out of shape for anything like that for now.

“Hey Curtis…” Grey called out as he started working his way out of the ring. “I gotta go pick up Soph, you wanna come take over?”

You noticed the immediate change in Curtis, his stance relaxing, shaking out his arms, and all that coiled forced power fading from notice. “Yeah… Tell my niece I will see her this weekend.”

Grey grabbed his stuff, ready to head off to the locker room. “According to Ella, she hasn’t stopped talking about you guys taking her to that butterfly exhibit.” Grey waved a hand at you in goodbye, you mimicked the move back at him.

“We’re excited to take her.” You took another sip of water, feeling your breathing start to slow back to normal.

“Keep up the good work Y/N, remember every little bit is progress!” Grey shouted over his shoulder as he disappeared. Curtis pulled himself up, slipping onto the mat while fitting on gloves.

“He is right Honey. You are stronger already.” Curtis looked you up and down, just as obvious as when you checked him out. “Still need a breather?”

You glared at him as he gave a slight grin at your expression, You were dripping sweat, hair mattered and although he was red-faced and had beads dotting his hairline on his forehead, he looked still fresh. But your breathing had gone steadier and you didn’t feel that wobble in your arms as much.

“Put them up.”

Curtis hissed in approval, eyes flashing proudly as he lifted his mitted hands, ready to block you.

“That's my girl… Don’t hold back.” You went to hit, but at the last second, you veered off, unable to make contact. Your arm jerked away, not wanting to smack the gloves held up for you.

“Damn it.” You pulled back with hesitation and Curtis shrugged it off, thinking you simply just missed.

“It’s okay Honey.” He repositioned himself to prepare for you. “Try again.”

Your nose wrinkled a bit as you tried zeroing on his hands, ignoring that you were about to hit Curtis. But you couldn’t, it was still blaring in your head and when you threw your hands into the hit, they weakly plunked off of his hands. “Ugh!” you huffed frustrated as you turned away from Curtis, putting space between you.

His own hands dropped, concern marring his features. “What’s wrong? Are you tired cause we can call it a day.”

“No, I’m not tired.” You bounced around on the heels of your toes to try to shake the anxiety that was building in your chest. Your whispers muttering to yourself. “Just do it Y/N, stop being this way, stop being weak.”

Hearing you talk to yourself bothered Curtis, the way you were so harsh to yourself. You hadn’t done that in a long time and he wasn’t about to let you continue. “Hey Baby, Look at me.” His tone was a command more than a request, he gripped at the velcro tie on one hand with his teeth and ripped it open to shake his hand out. Within a step he was standing in front of you, his freed hand cupping your cheek enough to stop you. You averted your eyes for a moment, anger making them darker but finally they flitted up to him with regret. “Deep breath in, please.”

You almost defied him, but you softened and let the air fill your lungs and his deep timbre requested an out, your exhale giving a bit of relief to all the thoughts racing in your head. “Sorry… I-I” You fizzled out a bit. Your hands went to his other glove, working it open. “You should take this off.”

He pulled his hand away from your grasp enough so you couldn’t take it off. “Talk to me Honey, what just happened.” Curtis's head tilted closer, keeping the conversation between just the two of you. His fingers brushed against your cheek, pulling his thumb away enough to show the glisten of frustrated tears at the end. “I want to help you through this.”

You struggled a moment with it, finally admitting your downfall. “I can’t hit you Curtis. I just can’t, when I even think of hitting you it makes me feel sick.”

“You’re not hitting me though Honey, this is practice. You’re not going to hurt me.” He pointed out the obvious, an arm easing around you and you stepped in closer to let your face press against his damp chest and sigh against it while you felt supported.

“It feels like it though and I can’t bring myself to follow through with what Grey has been teaching me.”

A heavy hand rubbed at your back, now that it was out there, you couldn’t just take it back. You were sure Curtis found this just as ridiculous as you.

He is gonna think you are trying to get out of exercising. That you’re fat and unwilling to make the effort. Just listen to your breath when doing the minimum.

That nasty voice plagued you, sounding so much like Jake that you felt your shame flare up all over again.

But his hand never stopped and finally, he tipped you back up to look at him. “Okay, I get it. If you asked me to do that, I would stress about that too.”

“You don’t think I’m being stupid?” You sniffled a bit and he shook his head, now brushing your loosened hair back from your face.

“No, I don’t ever think that Honey. You wouldn’t be this upset if it didn’t matter. Let’s try something else- together.” Curtis added, sweeping down to grab at the glove he had discarded earlier and led you to the edge of the ring, helping ease you out. “There is plenty of equipment here, you can punch on all that instead.” He winked at you and already you could feel the knot in your chest start to loosen up.

Curtis ended up taking you across the gym to a punching dummy, masculine in its features.

You reached out to touch it, the material firm but had some give. “Yeah, I can hit on this.”

“Mmh, I thought so.” His arm was slung around your shoulder while you explored the dummy. You gave a bit of a punch to see how it felt, grinning when you felt it sway just a bit.

“Just imagine this is that prick from the bar or your ex.” He whispered against your ear before stepping back. This time when your arm swung back, the force you hit it made it sway back. “Like a champ Honey.”

His praise replaced that anxious feeling.

“Remember the hammer strike Y/N?” Grey asked from the side of the ring, Edgar standing before you while Curtis watched from the opposite side. You looked confident while Edgar jokingly teased.

“Be easy on me.”

Curtis grinned as you flashed a smirk, sensing the way your muscles were tightening as you prepared the move Grey was asking for.

“Scared Edgar?”

“Maybe a little!” He made like he was going to attack you, but you were quick on your feet, dancing back a step and striking out for his head. The helmet he was wearing blocked your attack, but you kept at it, making him back up till Grey clapped his hands together sharply to have you break apart from him.

It was a stroke of genius on Tanya’s part to suggest Edgar after Curtis was talking to Grey about how it went after he had left. He never went into details about what happened, but simply said that you had conflicting feelings about practicing the self-defense on him.

Tanya’s hint was not so subtle when she turned towards Edgar who was sneaking out a donut from the box on her desk meant for the break room. “Have Y/N practice on Edgar, you would do it, right?” She arched a brow at Edgar like she dared him to say no. “Do anything to help out, I just know you would Edgar.”

“Uh-” Edgar stuttered, being put right on the spot. “Sure, I mean of course I would. I haven’t been to Big Jon’s in ages anyway.” The donut getting crammed into his mouth quickly.

“Good man.” Tanya smirked, clapping a hand on his back.

At first, you had balked at the idea, not wanting to hit him either but Curtis was able to convince you. Last Halloween also might have been a lasting memory about why you wanted to rough Edgar up a bit. You finally relented, far more enthusiastic about training with Edgar’s assistance.

Now Curtis saw your confidence build as Grey moved you through the moves, eventually ending with you dragging Edgar down onto the mat after escaping from a bear hug, you were gasping for breath, sweat running down your face as you put your hands to your knees for a second to catch your breath, but you looked triumphant.

A big booming clap sounded right next to Curtis, making him glance over in surprise at Big Jon slamming his hands together. “Damn, that was a sight to see! Edgar getting whooped all over the ring. Good job Sweetheart.”

The grin on your face got wider as you wiped your arm across your forehead, a bit of bashfulness but happiness making you squeak out. “Thank you Jon.”

“She is doing incredible.” Jon said a lot gentler while you reached for Edgar’s hand, helping him back to a stand and retreating to grab some water.

Curtis hummed in agreement. “That’s because she is. She overcame a lot to come here for this. I’m so proud of my girl.” He pulled himself up into the ring, leaving behind Big Jon for the moment while stalking across the mat.

You were cleaning yourself up when you flung the towel around your neck, holding onto the ends as you gave him that questioning grin. “What did you think?” Your teeth snagged at your bottom lip, nervous about what he would say.

“Fucking badass is what I think Honey.” His voice was deeper than normal, his eyes darkening as his hands rested on your hips, dragging you in close. With a dip of his head towards your ear, his beard grazing along your cheek while whispering. “Driving me insane watching you, I’m not going to make it back home till I have to fuck you.”

Your eyes went wide and excitement fluttered through your chest to settle low, and then lower still while you subtly clenched your thighs together, your heart racing all over again for another reason. His mouth hotly pressed to yours, drawing out a surprised sultry moan as you got lost in the kiss, the whole gym fading away for those few seconds.

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Sparks in the Workplace

Ikeda Jun wants nothing more than to graduate college and leave her job as Dynamight’s PR Rep. After one fateful interview, she’s left pretending to be his lover.

Based on my Kinktober Prompt “Hate Fucking”

I didn’t want this job. I wanted to go to school and work in a simple office. I live in a world dominated by heroes and villains. Which is why I needed to jump through some hoops to get the dream job I wanted. Until then, I would have to suffer being the official PR Representative for the most explosive hero in the industry, Dynamight.

My interview was simple and I was offered the job of the spot based on my quirk, Gentle Touch. My quirk is the ability to calm anyone’s psycho-sympathetic nervous system with a simple touch. Of course, I had my limitations such as it worked only if I was touching them the whole time and it only worked for 30 minutes per use on each person. They knew that my quirk would be a good look working the infamous Explosion Murder God, Bakugou Katsuki.

Simple to say, I hated him from the moment I started working with him. I quickly found out that my quirk works especially well on him and it pissed him off. So, he tried his best to make my life a living hell.

“Hey, ponytail!” Bakugou yells at me from his office. I look up from my computer to see him crook a finger in my direction, summoning me to his office. Usually he sends out his assistant to fetch me.

“Yes, sir!” I quickly stand and bow.

I found that calling him sir and other terms used for old men made him mad. While he is technically my senior, based on him being 5 years older, he didn’t take lightly to being called old. Oh man, the time I called him uncle lingered around in my head.

“Don’t smirk, Ponytail, you’re creepy.” He sneers at me.

“Okay, Senpai.” I teased, watching the fire light in his eyes. I could immediately smell the threat of nitroglycerin seeping from his palms. He knew I would use my quirk on him and that was enough to keep the explosions at bay. It also royally pissed him off.

“Quit it.” He growled out and slammed the door behind me.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your attention?”

“Cut the shit, Ikeda.”

“So you do know my name.” I teased and leaned towards him from across the desk covered in papers.

“I should fire you” Bakugou crosses his arms and narrows his eyes at you. I’m used to these threats, his team wouldn’t allow it.

“Try it” I bite back.

“We have another interview tomorrow. Some hero podcast is interviewing that dammed Deku and I.” Of course they wanted Midoriya and Bakugou in the same room, they were known enemies turned best friends who fought all the time.

“What is the podcast name so I can do research?”

“The Talented Others.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! That has to be one of the most disrespectful gossip channels they could find.” The Talented Others honestly, hated heroes. They hated the idea that with 98% of the population having quirks nobody should be special but heroes where. They believed that heroes were nothing more than overpaid TV Show actors.

“Believe me when I say I almost blew up the place.” Bakugou picked at his nails like he was impressed with his actions, I rolled my eyes at his behavior.

“Okay, so we need a game plan as to what we’re going to say and do. Do you have a print out of the questions?” I tried to remain professional with Bakugou at all times, but pissing him off was incredibly fun.

“Nope but you can handle all those hard questions.” His caramine eyes meet mine and I feel stuck in my seat for a second, gaping like a fish. This causes the brat to smirk at my actions. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Shut it,” I growl, “I can’t handle everything for you. You have to be a big boy at some point.” It’s my turn to smirk at him.

“Get back to work” He barks, I salute to him with two fingers and walk out the door.

I’m counting the minutes until 5 when I can get out of here. I’m constantly checking my phone because I have a date with Takeuchi Kazuo from accounting. With us being in separate departments there was no problem with us dating and there was no need to have someone sign an NDA as we both signed one when we started here.

Takeuchi is a sweet guy with bright eyes and dark hair that sits against his pale skin. He was my first ally here in the office since Bakugou had a bad habit of turning everyone against me. He wanted me to quit. Takeuchi encouraged me to stay here and keep working since it would be good for my future. When I told him I was taking night classes at the university to become a therapist he was ecstatic to meet someone who held their future in such high regards.

I was so excited to go on a date with him.

Takeuchi-san

We still on for tonight?

Ikeda Jun

Yup! I can’t wait for this date.

Takeuchi-san

“What’re you smiling at, twerp?” A voice whispers next to my ear. I squeak and drop my phone, it goes clattering on my desk. I curse and turn to find Bakugou leaning over me in his hero uniform.

He was back early from patrol.

“Nothing,” I hissed.

“You’re giggling like a schoolgirl.” He deadpans.

“I have a date with a guy in the firm.” You rolled your shoulder back and met his narrowed gaze.

“Hmph.” Is all Bakugou says as he walks away from you and into the elevator. You shrug off the weird encounter and continue with your work.

5 comes and goes and you leave to get ready for the date. The walk to your apartment isn’t a long one so you’re home and ready within an hour. You decide to put on a little more makeup and dress in a warm brown sweater, a black velvet skirt, and leggings with black flats. You do your hair in a cuter style.

Then you’re off!

You get the ramen shop after changing trains a couple of times and walking a significant distance. You’re early by 5 minutes to your agreed time, 7:30. So, you go ahead and find a seat with a good view of the door so you can spot Takeuchi when he comes inside.

He never does. Around 8 I order food and send him a text. I finish by 9 and text him again. Yet, I never hear another word for him. I’m fighting back tears because he was so nice, so thoughtful. He had bought me flowers and coffee just a few days before. He had texted me earlier to make sure we were still on. By 9:30 I was a sobbing mess in the bathroom. That’s when I felt my phone buzz.

Takeuchi-san

Sorry. Rain check

I don’t respond because if I do, I will cuss at him. I want him to still see me as a respectful girl, so I leave him on read. He couldn’t be bothered with responding to me so I wouldn’t respond to him.

I pay for my food and leave the restaurant. I take the trains back home and walk straight pass my apartment. If I’m going to get blown off, I might as well get laid at the bar! There is one just a block from the hero agency. So, I go there. It’s a bit of a hole in the wall but it’s nice enough that I trust the people there.

The bar is cozy, dark, and has an easy going atmosphere. I decide to go inside and fuck the first guy who hits on me. I’m desperate at this point considering Takeuchi stole my heart and broke it, the mother fucker. Honestly, it doesn’ take long for a man to come and offer a drink.

“Hey, want a drink?” He’s cute, like an American movie star.

“From you? Sure.” I purr.

I let him order a girly fruity drink for me and we talk for a while. He’s a great conversationalist and everything is going exactly to my plan. I know if I act just dumb enough he’ll invite me to his place and I can end this dry spell. However, at one point he acts terrified and hurriedly excuses himself to the bathroom and never comes back.

Fuck.

I down my drink and head to the tiny dancefloor and dance my little broken heart out. I throw my hands up in the air and gyrate my hips to the beat of the music. I feel a hand snake around my waist and pull me against their hips. Whoever is dancing with me has the moves because they’re now guiding my movements against them. I tried to turn to see the person who has grabbed me but they quickly turn my head away from them.

“Keep dancing, pretty girl.” An oddly familiar gruff voice commands me. The use of “pretty girl” has warmth pooling between my thighs.

“I want to see who scared off my date”

“Someone better.” There is a cocky sound to his voice. Something eerily familiar.

I decide I’m too drunk to care about who is behind me and enjoy their roaming hands and flowing drinks. Who ever this is really wants me to forget tonight because they’re constantly letting me down these drinks.

At some point I wake up in my bed in my pajamas, with no ache between my legs. My mystery man must be a gentleman because he sure didn’t fuck me. I roll over to look at a beautifully written note.

You deserve better than those loser men, I’ll see you soon, pretty girl.

Creepy, but cute. I look at the clock and decide it’s time to go face my boss with the worst hangover of my life and protect him from those loser podcast whores.

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kahvilahuhut · 12 days

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i feel happy when you're close

summary: Felt like writing something really nice and "fluffy", and I've also been thinking a lot about them during their university time again. So have this: a nice 'morning', Toby waking up a bit late and enjoying the beginning of the day cuddling on the couch while Klara is planning a brunch. They're having a good time, something they really need <3

no warnings or anything.

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Sunshine shone from the window, creating warm, light spots in the hallway. Klara's cat meowed quietly as she passed Tobias by, and sat down in one of the sunny spots, watching him yawn and fix the position of the shirt he wore open.

The cat meowed again.

Toby looked down and smiled. "Hey there," he murmured, and knelt down to scratch the cat's head. "Aren't you the cutest? Yes you are...Hang on," he opened the closed part of the bookshelf and took out the box full of cat treats, took one out, and reached his hand out for the cat to est the snack. "We'll keep this as our own little secret, right?"

The cat blinked slowly and padded away to the other sunny spot, and curled up there for another quick nap.

Tobias stood for a monent, looking at the bookshelf, wondering. At which point do you realize that someone's apartment has become too familiar? When you simply know where to find everything you need, or when you successfully remember about a somewhat sharp corner on a bookshelf and dodge it despite the drowsy feeling you always have after waking up?

He shook his head a bit and continued on his way to the living room.

Klara was laying on the couch, intensively staring at the screen of her phone, looking very excited about something. She closed the phone and gestured Tobias to join her.

Toby sat down on the couch next to her, "Hey, good morning."

"Heh, good morning to you too. Did you sleep well?"

"Mm-hmm," Tobias nodded and leaned closer for a kiss, slightly missing Klara's lips and kissing her cheek instead.

Klara cupped his face gently and kissed his forehead. "You're definitely not a morning person."

"Keen eyes you got there..." he murmured, leaning on her shoulder for a moment "Ugh. Sorry. Always feels like my brain is working slowly right after I wake up. You know, like the old computers."

"Well, a brain can be seen as a computer, in a way."

"You are sooooo right," he said, "wish mine was more like the one we used at that one research lab, though. That thing was so fast..."

"I think your head works exactly how it should, honey" Klara ran her fingers through his hair and asked, "What do you want to order for breakfast? Or, well, a brunch."

"Do you have that one yoghurt I found in your fridge in the beginning of the week. It was sooooo delicious, and is probably one of the only ones that hasn't caused any sensory issues for me. The, um, strawberry oat one, if I remember right?"

"It may take a while for that one to arrive. It's from my brother's farm. It's on the other side of the country."

"Ooooooh. That is so cool! As in, his own farm? Wow. But if that's the case, then..." Tobias paused for a moment and looked up at her before continueing, "...where are you ordering from?"

"From our favorite little cafe. They have a sale on all their warm drinks, by the way."

"Yeah!!! Then I'm definitely getting the caramel & cinnamon latte. Hmm...do you think it's too early for a piece of their carrot cake? Or no, wait, wait wait...that special breakfast bagel they make. Love that thing. Is it possible to ask them to leave the bacon out? I mean, I can take it out myself later if not, but it's usually possible when buying it at the cafe itself."

"I added it to the details. And I can order both of you want?"

"You are being too nice honestly. I'll pay-"

"Tobias, honey, you just bought a new laptop. Let me pay for this."

"But-"

"No 'buts" or anything. Anyway, anything else? Have you ever tried their apple juice?"

"Klara, c'mon..."

"I'll take two bottles for us both, then." She filled the order information, while petting Toby's head as he complained quietly how it's a bit too expensive and that she didn't have to pay for it fully and that he can get the table ready then. "Okay, they said that they'll get here in 30 minutes."

"Quite fast, to be honest. I thought there would be tons of people there coming for breakfast."

"I picked the faster delivery option. And also, it's 1 pm."

"Afternoon....oh my."

"What?"

"It feels...weird. To have someone do all these nice things for me. Buying me tasty food, letting me sleep for so long, caressing me lovingly and all. Taking care of me without waiting for anything in return."

"Right. It's usually you who's doing it for everyone else." Tobias tried to answer something, which instead turned into a sound Klara couldn't recognize into any word, either because he was simply humming or because his face was buried in her neck. "You're adorable." She felt his lips form a smile against her neck.

He moved a bit and said softly, the drowsiness in his voice almost gone yet still sound, "You know how you asked if I slept well?"

"Yeah?"

"I never answered properly. The answer is yes. At least the short one. You want a longer one?"

Klara chuckled. "Sure thing."

"I have noticed that sleeping with you makes me fall asleep much faster than I usually do. And I have less bad dreams, I think. And don't wake up in the middle of the night as often as I did. And how can I forget, definitely fixed my sleeping schedule," he sighed quietly, "I love you so much, you know. I feel so happy when you're close, when I can just sit near you and hold your hand."

"I love you too, Sunshine."

Tobias smiled and laid still for a moment. "By the way... what did you order?"

"Well, you'll see in-," she checked her phone screen, "-fifteen minutes."

"No spoilers? Heh, okay then... Mind if I take some fries of yours?"

"How did you-"

"You order them very often."

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 1 year

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Wildest dreams, pt. 22

Summary: The nightmares return and Y/N wants answers Paul isn’t willing to give.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Spreading her arms wide, Y/N could barely wrap herself around Paul as he looked onto the breaking dawn. The sun has just barely peaked through the clouds above the trees, sprinkling hope of happiness of yesterday to spill into today.

The road so far has been littered with complications, yet Y/N can’t help but be grateful that of all the complications the universe could have sent her way, it took special care to ensure that complication is Paul Lahote.

The warmth she receives from his sweet brown hues down to his smiling lips is all the flame she’ll ever need to wake up content each day.

“Whachu’ think’ ‘bout?”

Paul’s lips curl ever so slightly at her early morning babbling. She’s never quite liked mornings, saying she’s like an old computer that needs a few hours to boot up properly and Paul could never quite understand how she got into medicine; a person who loves sleep so much chose a career that leaves very few hours of rest? Sounds like hell. And still, whenever she sees him awake before her, he’ll see her trudging toward him with a groggy grimace and the most loving embrace he could never refuse. After all, if he could choose, he’d always want her to wrap her arms around him every chance she gets, for this is what gave him life…real life.

“Are you reconsidering the proposal?” Y/N asks quietly, her hold loosening lightly and Paul snorts at the insanity of her question. He would never reconsider wanting to spend the rest of his life with her. If he knew she’d be willing, he’d have married her the very day she told him she loves him, but Paul followed her timeline instead.

Y/N loved him, but she also wanted to finish her residency. She loved him, but she’s always been career oriented too and while Paul’s been certain she’s lost some of her passion for her job lately, he assumed it’s burnout rather than her having a change of heart. Another reason why he waited was COVID for it had her dealing with more than any human should – far too many nights had he held her close as she bawled from exhaustion, both mental and physical, and far too many nights had he listened to her silence over the phone when all she needed was to hear him breathing to keep herself sane at work. And he needed that too.

Turning around, he places her palms on his chest, forcing himself to seem less somber. “I’ve spent years trying to convince you to marry me”, Paul reminds her. “I’m not backtracking on this.” His thumb caresses the back of her hand, grazing the engagement ring on her finger. “You’re mine and that will remain unchanged as long as you want to be mine.”

Licking her lips, she suppresses a smile. “And if I say that’ll never change? I’ll always be yours?”

“It’ll make me the happiest man alive.”

Noting the stiffness of his smile, Y/N’s eyebrows furrow lightly. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, his eyes give him away. When Paul smiles, it’s with his entire face, his eyes crinkle and his lips curve upwards forming lines across his cheeks and for a moment the weight of the world isn’t resting on his shoulders. She’d seen his eyes when he turned to look at her – something’s wrong. Perhaps she’s not as intuitive as he is as she hasn’t gotten any superpowers through their imprint bond, but she’s an expert in Paul Lahote and his heart is heavy.

Cupping his cheek, she nods lightly. “I want to make you the happiest man alive.”

“You already did”, Paul assures her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just a bad dream, dove”, he pulls her in for a hug. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he sighs. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

Y/N wanted to believe him, she truly did, but Paul’s words carry a heaviness coated with dread she never knew he was capable of feeling. He always seemed so strong, so untouched by fear that she couldn’t possibly imagine what walked through his dreams that had temporarily snuffed out the light in his eyes.

“I always worry about you”, she whispers as her lips touch upon his collarbone.

She hoped it was a one-time thing, except it happened again.

Paul found himself in a vicious cycle he barely escaped the first time. He’d fall asleep, live his worst nightmare only to wake up, desperately struggling to breathe. Then he’d lay awake for the rest of the night, wrapping his arms around Y/N as he’d count her breaths. He’d bury his face in her neck and pray to the gods, to the ancestors, to any and every higher power to give him reprieve.

What he failed to realize is that Y/N would wake in the middle of the night from his body heat, hearing his whispered prayers and she grew weary with each night that passed. Whenever she’d ask him if he’s alright, Paul would make up an excuse.

Until she’s had enough. That night she didn’t sleep at all.

At 2 am, it happened.

With a loud gasp, Paul sprang out of bed and fell to his knees. His strangled breathing had her heart dropping as she throws herself over the bed, clumsily falling next to him on the floor. The panic in his wide open eyes, his hand over his sprinting heart and the shakiness of his entire body in utter fear had left her crumbling as he began sobbing.

It’s the same every time, as the day moves on until the afternoon, Paul would feel the first signs of anxiety trickle through his bloodstream. As night would come, so did panic over what he might see when his eyes close. It’s a discomfort in his chest, then it sets deeper and he gets the urge to run, to escape and hide like he did when he was a child fearing his father’s belt, slipper or whatever he’d get a hold of to beat him with in a drunken haze.

When he wakes from the dream, the panic makes him want to jump out of his skin and he feels like a child again, shaking, terrified. The heart feels constricted by it, as if he’s strangled just by the air around him and he can’t hide it anymore.

The first sob took Y/N by surprise as it broke free as a guttural scream and she wasted no time in holding him closer, his head resting on her chest as each sob wreaked his body and her sanity. Her own tears flowed freely for hearing his cries broke her heart. She ran her fingers through his hair when he seemed calmer after an eternity.

“You’re okay”, she whispers, “I’m here”, she reassures him, “I won’t let go.”

Paul reaches for her hand as her soft words reach his ears. She feels like a safety blanket kissing his wounds better and she’s endlessly patient as his sobs die down and his tears dry up.

She wanted to talk about it once he calmed down, but as his tears stopped and exhaustion took over, Paul’s breathing evened out and his eyes closed. Once he drifted off, Y/N was wide awake, holding her fiancé like a child in her arms until the sun came up.

When Paul woke up, he didn’t want to move. If he did, he’d have to answer her question and he’s not ready to do that. How can he tell her what haunts him? He needs to keep his nightmares to himself for to speak of such things means giving it substance and it’s more than his heart can take. His nightmares aren’t stuff of fiction, rather a reality that must be lived so what will he get by telling her? It will only spread misery.

“I know you’re awake”, she states.

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re speaking”, she quips and he groans, trying to hide his face between her breasts until she squeals.

“Ssstopp!”

Chuckling, he opens one eye and looks up at her with a smirk. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Nuh-uh”, she narrows her eyes at him, “I’m not allowing you to distract me with sex.”

“But I’ll make it good sex”, he wiggles his eyebrows only to be met with a scowl. “Fine. But you’re missing out.”

Rolling her eyes, she wraps a lock of his hair around her index finger and lightly pulls on it. “Time for you to tell me the truth.”

“About what?”

“What has you so on edge that you’re having nightmares so often?”

Gulping, Paul pulls away from Y/N. Shrugging, he sighs. “Are you asking as my fiancé or as my imprint?”

“Are you seriously asking if that’s an order?!” Standing up, she scoffs at him before walking out of the room.

Hanging his head low, Paul sighs. It’s easier to fight than be vulnerable now, to admit that his love for her is more of a curse right now than a blessing. Paul inhales sharply as he hears her hurried footprints become louder. Before he has time to say anything, she’s back in the room with a disappointed look set on him.

“How dare you ask me that? Have I ever forced you to say or do anything?!” Leaning back on the doorframe, she places a hand on her chest, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I’m worried about you, just as I was years ago when you were pulling some really weird shit. I asked about it then and you promised you’d tell me when you’re ready and you never did.”

“Y/N”, Paul tries but she’s not done yet. He can sense he’s hurt her feelings, but she’s more than hurt, she’s pissed at the implications of his question. She has every right to be.

“I’ve been patient”, she reminds him. “I’ve been quiet and patient and waiting for you to come to me, but something is clearly fucking with your wellbeing and if you’re not going to talk to me, then talk to a therapist or go to Sam or whoever the fuck you want, but figure it out Paul.” Biting the left corner of her lower lip she crosses her arms over her chest. “Or the next time I’ll do exactly what you seem to be expecting me to. I’ll be the awful bitch who demands an answer.”

“I never said that”, he’s quick to respond but she shakes her head and Paul knows there’s nothing he can say to make it better now.

“I’ll spend the day with my dad”, she informs him. “Use this time well.” The anger in her eyes serve as a shield and sword, hiding the clouds of rainfall she’d rather die than allow him to witness.

So, within minutes, Y/N left and Paul forced himself to find the strength to pick himself up off the ground. She’s right, he needs help.

Reaching for his phone, Paul was surprised to see the pack group chat was blowing up.

“237 messages?” Paul grumbles before opening the chat. Scrolling to the top, he didn’t pay much attention until he saw it and his breath hitched.

EMBRY: You must be joking! This is the last thing we need right now!

QUILL: Why here?

JARED: It’s insane!

SETH: We can’t take this risk, Jake.

JARED: Paul will go feral when he reads this and you know it.

JAKE: It won’t be for long, just until the threat subsides.

SAM: You’re bringing them here despite being aware what the consequences may be?

JAKE: They won’t be here long enough to cause issues.

JARED: A single day could cause a kid to shift and you know it. Which one of our kids do you want to doom to this bullshit life?

EMBRY: And what if they follow them, huh? You’re really going to bring the fucking apocalypse to our doorstep?

Gulping, Paul could feel himself begin to shake. This time, it wasn’t fear rattling his self-control, it wasn’t the argument he instigated to hide his nightmares from his imprint, it was anger of what little he managed to read and that alone was enough for his fuse to blow for the first time in years. Tossing the phone onto the mattress, Paul ran outside. Barely making it to the door, he fell on all fours, his eyes catching sight of paws rather than hands. Growling, he looks up at the sun mocking him before he decides he doesn’t have to hold back now, howling in rage until his throat feels raw.

SETH: I think Paul just saw the chat.

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PART 23

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aliceindiamonds · 1 year

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Motivation

Leon S Kennedy x Female Reader

Written because since I started playing the remake of RE4 I’ve had complete and utter brainrot. Why’d they have to make him so hot?! I’ve always been a Chris girl but shiiiiiiiit… I have literally never written smut before so feedback is super appreciated.

Set just after RE4. Leon is in an established but still fairly early days relationship with reader.

“Hey, are you still with me?” Leon asked, his smooth tenor breaking my reverie. His piercing blue eyes looked into mine, making me feel warm.

I looked up at him and scratched my chin, grounding myself back within the room. “Of course,” I mumbled, wiggling my mouse to bring my computer back to life. “I was just thinking.”

Across the room, he was pouring himself a Merlot into one of my grandmother’s old crystal glasses. “Thinking about..?” he prompted, running his tongue across his bottom teeth temptingly. I breathed deeply and watched as he took a long sip, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“It’s nothing,” I replied with a shake of my head. We were now a week on from Leon’s return. He told me very little of where he’d been or what he’d been doing, but I knew it was something very important and very dangerous. I had noticed, as he emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist one morning, that he was adorned with brand new scars, red and angry amongst the pinker, lighter ones. Now, as he leaned elegantly against my oak counters, he looked tired but inexplicably handsome, as always. “How are you feeling?”

“Feeling good, baby,” he answered, moving around the kitchen to where I sat at the island. “Just glad to be back.” His hand came to rest on my shoulder, and I could smell his aftershave: sandalwood and oud, and a sweet floral top note. Behind me, he looked at my computer screen with interest. “Still that essay?”

I groaned. “Don’t, I know.” This particular piece of work had been hanging over me since before he left for Spain. “I can’t bring myself to commit to it.”

“Would you like me to help motivate you?” He asked teasingly and pressed his lips to my cheek.

“I am unmotivatable,” I sighed, and I tilted my head as his lips kissed softly and slowly in a path towards my neck.

“I’m not sure, I think I might have a few ways…” His breath was hot against my skin, and his words went straight to my core.

Since his return, we hadn’t had any intimacy further than holding each other at night, in our pyjamas. Leon had only stayed two nights, and he was exhausted, and frankly seemed traumatised. When he had first arrived, I had bust out the full works- soft, blue lingerie I had bought specially, excited to feel him again- but he had looked at me with darkened, heavy eyes, and we had just gone to sleep. Then I had wanted to wait until it was on his terms.

“And what methods might you be suggesting, Mr Kennedy?” I breathed in anticipation. He set his glass of wine down on the counter before holding his hand out to me.

“I think you know.”

I took his strong, calloused hand and he all but pulled me to the bedroom. Closing the door behind us, he pushed me against the wall, leaning in to kiss me. His lips were soft, reddened by wine, and he tasted sweet. I moaned softly as he tangled one hand in my hair, the other massaging my bare shoulder gently. The feeling of his skin on mine sent heat coursing through my body, and I wanted him so badly. His hand slipped down, reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt, and I opened my eyes. “Hang on!” I burst out, and he looked at me in surprise.

“Is something wrong?” Leon asked, his blue eyes so sincere and gorgeous.

“Absolutely nothing,” I reassured him softly, caressing his face. “Just give me a minute, let me have a shower and change- I don’t feel very sexy-”

He raised an eyebrow. “But you look beautiful,” he protested, and I scoffed, stepping away from him. I pulled a face as I looked down at my leggings and faded tee. “You’re perfect, and I want you like this,” he murmured, pulling me backwards into him and pressing his sizeable erection into my rear. I melted instantly.

“Fine-” I grumbled, “-but only because I can’t resist.” He laughed good-naturedly, and the sound was music to my ears. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I said to the air, and he nibbled the tip of my ear as his hands crept under my t-shirt and found my bare chest- I never wore a bra around the house.

“No, you are,” he murmured, and his fingers cupped my breasts, pressing into the sensitive skin in a way that made me catch my breath. He ground into me from behind, and kissed my neck again, and I moaned, and he lost patience. “Take it off- you need to be naked right now.”

Hunger in his eyes, hunger that made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, he gripped the bottom of my t-shirt and whipped it over my head. Bare chested in front of him, I felt exposed, but he looked at me as though I were a painting. His fingers hooked into my underwear and leggings, pulling them off in one and leaving me naked. “Fuck…” he groaned, rubbing himself through his jeans.

Avoiding the feeling of flaming embarrassment that his unbridled want brought to my cheeks, I reached forward to relieve him of his fitted grey t-shirt, but he halted me. “Let me enjoy you, first,” he said, before leading me to the bed. “Lie back, baby,” he instructed, and I giggled as I did as I was told. “I thought about your cunt every day,” he said crassly, and my mouth fell open in surprise as he continued. “Came so fast thinking about it every time I-”

“Leon!” I gasped, interrupting his unabashed words.

“I know you like it when I talk like that, baby,” he chuckled, crawling on top of me fully clothed. His clothes felt harsh against my skin, in an exciting, striking way. “You’re filthy really.”

I laughed; he was a little bit right. His words clouded my head and made my core ache with need. Smiling, he peppered the top of my chest with kisses before running his tongue slowly down the valley between my breasts. I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut in want as his fingers danced from my calves to my upper thighs, tickling and grazing painstakingly.

Decisively, he grasped my breast and encapsulated one of my nipples within his warm, wet mouth, and I cried out his name in frustration, squeezing my legs together for any trace of friction where my cunt throbbed. With a lewd pop, he released my nipple and looked into my eyes teasingly, cruelly, “You want something, baby?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” I hissed, and he laughed again, throwing his head back. “Please, touch me,” I begged.

“Touch you where?”

“Leon,” I groaned, as he enjoyed his torture.

“Okay, alright,” he murmured, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” His strong hands grasped my thighs and pushed my legs apart, and I whimpered. I could have died of shame as my pussy leaked wetness onto the sheets. “Oh, you’re soaked, baby girl,” he growled, teasing my wet entrance, where my skin and dark hair glistened. “Can’t wait to fuck you stupid…”

His finger slipped inside of me easily, and he explored slowly and agonisingly. I put my fist in my mouth to stop myself from screaming, wanting more desperately. A second finger joined the first, and he penetrated me deeply before toying lazily with my clit, making me feel like I was falling apart. The feeling of explosion built inside me, little by little, at his leisure, and I wanted to cry as he sped up his ministrations. I began to thrust involuntarily against his hand, and he pulled out with a tut. “Not so fast.”

“Leon,” I moaned at the loss of him, and felt my stomach twist in desperation as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. “Fucking hell…” I breathed, watching his tongue swirl and his lids close. His blonde hair was falling into his eyes, and he looked like sin.

Opening his eyes, he smiled like the devil, and then started to unbutton his shirt. Shy, I closed my legs, but he pushed them apart again. “Let me look at you, pretty girl,” he coaxed, and I whined in response. As his shirt fell from his shoulders, his chest and arms seemed broader and stronger than ever, and the muscles in his upper arms rippled. I exhaled, watching him like I’d watch an artist create their magnum opus.

“It’s not fair that you get to look like that,” I shook my head, feeling small.

Standing, he undid the top button on his jeans and unzipped, sliding them down his legs with his boxers. His cock sprang forth, dripping with precum, and my mouth fell open. “I’m all yours, baby,” he said, climbing on top of me.

Slow, sultry, he kissed me again, and I tasted myself on his pink lips. Moaning, I reached for his hard member, but he took my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his. “Ah, ah, ah- it’s me taking care of you today.”

“I want you,” I managed, his weight delicious on top of me.

His knees on the mattress, he found my cunt with his cock and lined himself up, making me bite my lip in anticipation. I wanted desperately to touch him, to run my fingers across his chest, but he kept my arms firmly restrained. “Can you keep your hands to yourself like a good girl?” He asked, a brazen grin on his face, and I nodded.

One hand gripping my waist, and my breast in the other, Leon slid inside me in one swift motion. Gasping, I spread my legs wider, accepting his throbbing length, and he panted obscenely, acclimatising to my tightness. “Fuck, fuck..” he chanted like a mantra as he adjusted, going still. “Are you ready?”

“Please, I want it so badly,” I implored him, and closing his heavily lidded eyes he gave me what I needed. Fucking me slowly into the mattress, he leaned over and kissed me, his tongue wet and hot in my mouth, making noises that made me keen.

Methodically, he built his pace, letting me get used to the size of him, until he weakened, “I’ve got to speed up, baby,” he groaned, lifting one of my legs up so that it rested on his shoulder, forcing him somehow deeper inside, making me moan.

And then he fucked me hard. His pace was cruel and relentless, and I cried out at the way he hammered my cunt, hitting me so deeply that it hurt so good. “Oh, oh, oh, Leon!” I sobbed, still pushing myself against him harder, relishing in his unfaltering rhythm. Breathing doggedly, he found my clit with his fingers, playing me like a violin. His chest glistened with sweat, rolling down his godlike, carved abs, and I was in ecstasy, building, building, “Leon, fuck, I’m, I’m so close-” his fingers brought me to a burning climax, and my cunt squeezed him, throbbing, gushing wetness.

“Fuck, yes, baby, yes-” He pounded me incredibly fast, losing any sense of rhythm, riding my orgasm into his own, and I felt him explode inside of me, coating my insides with his hot cum.

We both breathed in tandem, heavy and fast, and he looked at me intensely, enjoying the feeling of his high ebbing away into calm. “Fuck, I love you,” he panted, kissing the ankle that rested on his shoulder sweetly.

“I love you too,” I answered, smiling up at him, feeling sobered as my mind returned to some semblance of normality, from the streaks of red and gold and silver that had blurred my vision as he took me. “Can I touch you now, Mr Kennedy?”

“Please do,” he grinned, lowering my leg and pulling out of me, before coming to lie at my side. I lifted my arm and he snuggled up to me, resting his head on my breast. For a minute or two, he didn’t speak, and we were blissful and quiet. When he next spoke, there was a softness in his tone. “Hey, baby…”

”Yes, Leon?” I murmured, running my fingers up and down his arm.

”I just wanted to say, about when I got home, I’m sorry about not being up for, you know,” he apologised gently, and I shook my head.

”No apology needed-” I started.

”No, let me finish. I had a rough time with… work,” there was a tense pause in his words, and I waited for him to continue. “I didn’t feel myself-” his voice shook, and I fought the urge to swaddle him in my arms. “Look, I- I still kind of don’t. But I’m starting to feel safe again. You’re making me feel safe again.”

I nodded slowly. Although I didn’t know what he had been through, I could see that it had left him scarred more deeply than physically. My heart swelled at his words, and I felt privileged. “Thank you, for telling me that, Leon,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his head.

”Well, I don’t want you to think I didn’t want you. Especially when you were in that little blue number, all ready for me…”

Laughing, I said, “I’m sure it can make another appearance.”

I tangled my fingers in his sweaty, dark blonde hair, and we breathed slowly, enjoying each other’s closeness, and in the other room, my essay remained entirely unfinished.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon smut #not my gif #stdismas #vanilla #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #come on he’s a one lady type of guy

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why are you archiving vods if charlie deleted it? doesn't that mean he doesn't want it online? /gen question

Media preservation is a special interest of mine, and in some cases the preservation of a stream can be important if something bad happened or was said during a stream. I am also autistic, like having a way to watch these streams long before the vod is gone and really love the little bits at the beginning of a vod that get cut out of his uploaded ones because he can go on and on for 20+ mins at the beginning of a stream.

Archival is important, imagine if people didn’t archive the DSMP streams, no one would be able to go and watch them. The point is less “oh no my guy doesn’t want this in the world :(“ and “the preservation of media in our current internet landscape is fucking crucial”

Just because you got rid of it off the internet, doesn’t mean someone else out there didn’t make sure it was saved. Sadly for Charlie that’s my autistic ass

Basically

- media preservation is important

- I think charlie can handle himself if some 21 year old from England saves his vods and puts them up on the archive. He’s a big boy and also does not know my ass exists

- I would quite literally kill for the full fnaf vr 2 vod because the vod uploaded to YouTube is incomplete and broken and im so upset

- I would be archiving Cellbits streams too but my computer would fucking shit itself if it had to download 10+ hour vods at a time

#gunky post #anon #slime Mail

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mayalaen · 9 months

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my server vs netflix

Long post for a few mutuals who asked about this 🏴‍☠️

Netflix (according to the geeks on server forums -- so this could be off a bit) has individual servers that hold about 100TB of data each, and Netflix claims they have around 18,000 servers worldwide.

Netflix has about 3000 movies and 1800 TV shows available in the United States at any given time. It varies in other countries, but is similar.

This is my server below (pen for size comparison and purple sticky note covering the super bright blue light that bores into my brain)

It's got 5 drive bays, and right now I have 60TB of storage space in it (meaning it's just a little smaller than one of Netflix's servers), and only 37TB of which is currently used. I can easily expand with add-on bays once I fill up the 60TB.

I currently have 4470 movies and 862 TV series, all with closed captioning that I've curated and about 100 of the TV shows have bonus scenes and specials included.

My server cost me about $2700: $1200 for the 5-bay box and the rest was spent on hard drives over the course of 2 years -- 5 inside the server and 6 backup drives. I bought good drives when they were on sale.

I spent another $300 on a range extender for my house so mom and dad could watch in their bedrooms without interruption.

My home internet costs $50 a month and I'm able to serve friends and family in the US, Canada, Europe, and Australia. It's not always accessible (sorry Australia and your shitty internet), but it's up most of the time.

I never take movies/TV shows off of my server, and all the TV shows have their original DVD soundtracks, so nobody has to worry I'm going to remove their faves or ruin soundtracks.

I take requests from anyone, adding it when I find it with no judgement on content.

I don't charge anyone for using my server, and yet I'm paying less than I used to for internet and streaming services.

My payments for internet and streaming for my business and two family houses (Charlie's house and my house) used to be $900 A MONTH ($450 of it was the business internet because ISPs gouge businesses even though the internet usage at the shop is less than home).

Just before I quit Cox Internet, they were about to raise the cost and my new total would've been $1000 per month.

My monthly payments are now $220 for internet service and streaming services. So within just a few months, the server paid for itself.

I still have YouTube TV, Netflix x2 (one for each house), Hulu, and Discovery+.

I'm not saying the average person can set this up, but I want to make it clear that streaming services aren't the mysterious, unknowable magic that people think they are.

They're just servers (hard drives) with data on them and a good internet connection.

Anyone can set up a home server. You don't need a $1200 box like mine. Even an old computer/laptop or single hard drive will work.

A brand new 2TB good-quality hard drive that could hold about 1000 movies or 60-80 TV series would only cost $60 plus another $29 for a basic enclosure/case. (I bought mine from NewEgg for backups)

I use Plex as my media server program. It has a free version and a paid version. I bought the lifetime pass on sale for $90. It goes on sale 2-3 times a year. There are other programs out there too, including Kodi, which has a Netflix skin so it looks like you're using Netflix.

Plex and other programs like it already have a huge library of metadata, so I didn't have to create my own cover art or fill in any other information other than title & year for movies or title + season + episode number for TV shows.

Careful naming of files and sorting in properly-named folders is all you need to have this:

It took me about 3 months to download and organize most of the movies and TV shows in between working and taking care of my home/family. Now I update the server once a week and it takes about 2 hours a week to download/update new TV shows and movies.

I wasn't able to torrent when I had Cox Internet, but the new $50/month ISP doesn't give a shit. Even so, I use a VPN, which is $9 a month just in case they ever decide to get touchy about torrenting.

The server does regular maintenance on itself, and I have backups of everything.

I realize not everyone has the tech skills to set something like this up, but even if one tech person in the family or circle of friends has the ability, they could serve around 60 people.

The most I've had streaming at one time was 10 separate people watching different things, and my server handled it with no problem.

Others on the server forum claim they've maxed out around 25 people simultaneously watching, but 60 people is the number suggested because not everybody will watch at the same time.

Streaming, as it currently works, does NOT support anyone related to the creation of TV shows and movies.

Hopefully this will change, but even if it does, that doesn't change the fact that I can easily support creators myself by buying their DVDs, merch, going to cons, and donating to them or their projects directly.

Right now, pirating movies and TV shows doesn't hurt creators because streaming services and big studios are the main villains, and if all you did was donate $5 to your favorite TV show/movie, you'd be giving them more than if you streamed their content as many times as you wanted each month on a big streaming service.

I have movies and TV shows on my server that aren't even available from content creators anymore due to greedy CEOs and execs who dump their content for tax breaks.

If more people switched to using their own servers, MAYBE it would scare the greedy assholes into paying content creators what they deserve, but in the meantime it's a great way to enjoy content that was created to be shared and to support the creators.

EDIT: I need to add that streaming a TV show/movie as much as possible in the first few weeks of the release date DOES help the show get renewed and the movie execs are more likely to buy future movies, so please stream as much as possible then to help content creators. After that time is up and the streaming service moves on, then it's totally fine to pirate.

#servers #real life #technology #streaming #about me #long post

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Restore legendary Pentium 2 and Voodoo 2 computer

New Year is already begun. Now we have 2024. New space cycle. And few space cycles ago, I started to restore some of my old computers. Part of them were mine since school days. Part of them, I buy for a low price. It is interesting for me, to restore some computers, and I was growing up with them, it is interesting. Or some systems from the past, which are very interesting to try out and look. It is not necessary to be a strong powerful systems. It can me middle or not powerful, let’s call it slow or weak systems. Everything is interesting.

So, from time to time, I am restoring old systems. I do it as episodes, not regular. So right now, I want to talk about my legendary Pentium 2. With system of three dimensional acceleration 3DFX VOODOO II. It is most coolest system ever. And it is also has a Sound Blaster Awe 64. It is very cool sound card. And as idea, as I remember, it has two hard drives. One is about 5 gigabytes, and second is about 50 gigabytes. As a rule, you can set to system a CD Rom, or DVD rom, even which can write discs, writeable.

At this moment system is already done. Everything is inside a strong metal case. So, computer has a big weight in result. I think it is because of metal case has a big weight, it is a big metal case. And it has a something like this system inside – Pentium 2 350 mhz with technology MMX, 3d graphic accelerator Voodoo 2, 64 mb Ram.

So, I find all the bolts, and tighten the bolts. Everything is done. My brother helps me to do that. Brother is very good in such things. And he reacts fast about some technological solutions. And it is opposite to me, in such questions. Some specific wires format. And more, if it is not enough some details. Every time my brother helps me with that. So, for example, I give myself a try to launch computer without cooler. This is like I do. My brother told me that it will not start up.

Pentium 2 processor has a form factor of cartridge. But no 8 bit. And it is like a cartridge. And cooler is going with him, on a cartridge. But it is good to set up with a wire between cooler and processor. Some connectors are very tight. So, I even don’t get what place to connect them. Again, my little brother helps me. So, for example, as for me, I never find out that at the border of motherboard, at the side, it is so little wires like power supply, reset, hdd ready, like indicators and buttons are there. At the mother board.

So, process of making this setup was interesting. It is very interesting to find out new things. And it was going in a different step. First, I collect all the parts. It was so long time ago, when it was working last time. So, I need to find the parts and to put them at the box. And later, to set it all at the motherboard. And the idea that plus minus everything is ok about details.

Second step it was before New Year. It is about to setup all the parts into the case. Everything is all right. I give myself a try to start it up. Power is ok. But nothing happens. So, it is about a situation you need connect with wire a cartridge with second Pentium and cooler. But it can start. Computer makes a noise. And that’s all.

Next step is at celebrating times, already in new year 2024. It is about to setup bracing for processor Pentium 2. So, it is happening, that you need to setup a special bracing at the processor. Like a direction parts. So, we find these parts. And open the case with computer, replace all the details. To remove everything from motherboard. To screw everything off. Because of bracing is set from the downside of motherboard. And then they rise up. And at the top you put into this bracing a processor. As a cartridge slot it works. For example. Unusual system.

Today, it is clear, that there is no way to find little wires. As brother said 3 pin – molex. To setup cooler and processor. Plus, to this there is no wires to setup motherboard and cd rom. Atapi format or something like that. It is good to gather wires. Right now, there is no wires. But it can be without cd rom, for some time. There is a network card 100 mbits, instead.

System is almost restored. And it can be one more try to start it. It is interesting what it is about hard drives. Is it still installed Windows Millennium or not. Last time it was Windows Millennium. It is interesting what games it has installed. As idea it should everything at their place. So many years passed. So, I am restoring slowly my school system. For me it is a legendary system. I spent with it so much time.

So, lots of games I launch with it. I tried visual basic there, for example. And played a lot in Arcanum, Fallout 2. Doom 2 I played a lot too. In Half Life when it was released. In a different Need For Speed 3,4,2,2 special edition. In GTA 1,2. In GTA London – I and my bro played a lot. Carmageddon 2 it was a cool cd. My brother is a big fan of Blade of Darkness videogame. And it was a first time to play it in Pentium 2. I remember how much I played in Grandia 2. It is such a cool Japanese role playing game with good graphics, port from Dreamcast. And I played in emulators too, of first Sony Playstation.

So, this way I first to play in Gran Turismo, Final Fantasy 7,8,9. My brother likes a lot game Final Fantasy 8 for PC. I am talking about a PC version of the game. He played a lot. So, for some time it was his favorite game. Here we played a lot in Heroes of Might and Magic 3, Heroes of Might and Magic 4. So here we launched first time Might and Magic 6,7,8. My brother likes a lot shooter Sin. It is also a good game.

At first this system has installed Windows 98, and later Windows Millennium. It was a short time, it was installed Windows 2000. So, at this moment I run into Quake 3 CD. Brother buy this game. And bring home. It was exciting graphics! It is bad one thing, it has no casual levels, no story, episodes. But graphics is cool, and action is good!

With this system I get the idea what emulators are. With modem. When a game for NEs to download about half an hour, for example. If you are lucky then 20 minutes. Or maybe it was a time for Sega game it is. It happens about 40 minutes. So, this details a I don’t remember already. Nes games should to download faster, as a rule. And Sega and Super Nintendo more long time. I opened for myself emulation of MS DOS. Using DOS BOX. I try some isometrical Ultima. It is about island, forest. First time I played in Sega, Snes. First Sonic, for example. I played it with all the time making save files. I like a lot to setup scanlines.

First time I try out what is it Ultima Online. World of online is very exciting thing. So many deals to do for a schoolboy there! Such a nice memories. To grind, upgrade skills, explore world. To build a little house, to collect resources. So, I remember that, I learn skill animal taming. And I can tame ostrich.

Nice soft it was, as I remember. Windows Media Player with such beautiful interface. Windows Media Player classic with standard interface for style Windows 95/98. WinAmp is a cool player. And I remember, from time to time I have installed Kaspersky antivirus. Good thing. But system was loaded, that’s for sure, for some time. And it makes a system to freeze, slow working, and you need to wait. It happened like that. Without it - it everything works fast. Of course, I used program Word, a little Excel. Notepad.

And at this system, I see for the first time Video CD. Interesting format. And I remember I was impressed when I play in Command And Conquer 2 about a video sequences. Such a cool graphics, and also a cinema movie. Strategy and action movie. And later I and my brother played a lot in Red Alert 2 Yuri’s revenge. It was a game for a long long time. And playing in Counter Strike with bots. And I played with my brother at this system. In counter strike, Rage of Mages 2. And I remember how we dig maps (explore maps slowly). So, we take a big map and clear it from monsters. Try to find new items. Brother played with a new pc. And I with this machine.

It is amazing, and at this Pentium 2 machine. A pne as I called it, stump, as a joke. I played in a second Dune. It was very good game. It was launched easily, without any problems. But it is for MS DOS. Here I played a lot in F 22 Lighting 2. It is something like simulation, but arcade too, it can be played nice. Lots of time for Duke Nukem 3D. I remember how my brother brings CD Atomic Winter. What a game! It is winter and a new levels! It was interesting! Video quest X files, I like a lot. It goes as a video! It is very amazing investigation! Rainbow 6 by Tom Clancy. So, it is very serious game. So, it is like shooter and something more.

So, yes, it is connected lots of good memories with this system!

By system. So, I am without wire to connect cooler. And there is no wires to connect CD ROM. And everything else is restored. Case is complete. Strong metal. Every part is setup.

From time to time i like to play videogames. And write about it. Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

WEBSITE: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html ITCHIO: https://dimalink.itch.io/ GAMEJOLT: https://gamejolt.com/@DimaLink/games

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goofyjelly · 9 months

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Star Trek TOS : A Private Little War

I love the green blood details like obviously Bad Thing happening but I love continuity ✨

Kirk is so worried :( don't worry he's gonna be fineeee

THE WAY HES SITTING ON THE STRETCHER :((((((

Omfg they beam down and IMMEDIATELY GET MAULED 💀

Oh my god CHAPEL NO YOURE LITERALLY TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM DONT HOLD HIS HAND DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS-

Like, chapel, I get that you care about him and that's great but you've gotta know it's one sided, like, you're essentially KISSING HIM while he is unable to protest like w h a t

Love Chapel tho don't get me wrong

Girl, what sort of witch craft is this???

Also William Shatner's acting is so special like no one does it like him WHAT IS HE DOING

GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

"OUR SOULS HAVE BEEN TOGETHER HE IS MINE NOW" EXCUSE ME???

McCoy is so great tho, like you're awesome, Doc

Friendship :D

Sketchy witch woman

FRIENDSHIP :D

M'Benga love you bestie thank you for being the only responsible one , Spock would be dead without you 🙏

"anything he says?" Chapel I know you're down bad but please, our boy is DYING

Witch girl wants VIOLENCE and honestly I can't blame her much. she's schemeing

Haha firesticks (I am watching this show on a fire stick)

An old custom among my people called : BE GRATEFUL , YOUD BE DEAD WITHOUT ME

Kirk subtly defending his friend, I love it. NO! I SAID I WILL NOT KILL. Kill or be killed but how about no kill? No kill at all please, I'll take that.

I'd like it if there was a normal woman in this show but oh well

OOOOOOOP THE KLINGONS!!!

"I'll make a Klingon of you yet :D" so sweet <3

Hehe Kirk is leaping around I love it he's like a doe

PFFFF ME WHEN MY PHONE GOES OFF IN CLASS 💀

SPOCK NOOOOOOO WAIT .

PFJDSLJFKDKDN WHY ARE WE ALWAYS SLAPPING HIM IN THE FACE

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN????" Oh my fucking god, Scotty was just walking by and saw the nurse SLAPPING SPOCK IN THE FACE , HE THOUGHT SHE WENT CRAZY

Spock ✨✨✨

Yes Bones I DO think Kirk's out of his mind.

Oh shit. Okay. Oh.

Bones doesn't know what to do but he knows Kirks plan is shit 💀💀💀

Balance Of Power- KIRK YOU HAVENT EVEN TOLD STARFLEET

SPOCK IS BACK 🎉🎉🎉

Kirk please don't fall for the witchcra- ah fuck too late. DUDE NOT W YOUR FRIENDS WIFE; HES GOT A GUN NOW OH NO OH- OH?

She IS the drama

Murder is wrong™

OOOOOOOO PLEASE CAN SHE DIE?

Nope NVM just stealing

This barbie craves violence- THIS BARBIE IS A TRAITOR???

This barbie is dead 💀

"you can't kill a computer" -> Bones is happy Spock didn't die

THATS IT???? THATS FUCKING IT????

WHAT????

KIRK JUST FUCKED SHIT UP EVEN MORE AND THEN FUCKING LEFT 💀💀💀 AND NOW THEY ARENT EVEN DOING THE WHOLE BALANCE OF POWER THING!!!

they were asking how long it would take to bring more weapons, ya know, to do their whole balance of power plan, and KIRK JUST BACKTRACKED

So I guess his friend is dying, then-

I am living for the Spock Angst tho, I love that. It's so funny that Spock gets slapped in the face so much in so many different episodes.

If I do a rewatch I literally might just watch all of the Spock scenes cus that's my take away from this-

This rants pictures have been taken from this star trek website ✨✨✨

#star trek tos #star trek a private little war #the review no one asked for but deep down you all needed ✨#goofy jelly thoughts #the original series #spock #kirk #mccoy #chapel is here too #idk lmao

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Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Hee-ho! Hee-ho! Hee-ho! Hee-ha! Hee-ha!

Co-Mod: Heeheeheehohohohohahahahahahaha!!! Is this a Luke Atmey impression contest or something?

Chief Mod Edgeworth: .....

have you never seen Persona 5 Strikers?

Co-Mod: Ah! No, I haven't. Thanks for the clarification.

Mod Zieks: What the hell is a persona, and why are they on strike?

Mod Gregson: Strikers is better than base Persona 5, I will not budge on this.

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Co-Mod: Looks interesting. A friend of mine got me into Power Rangers, which I found to be a lot more interesting than I expected for a kid's show, so I can imagine the same being true for this show. That being said, I probably won't have the time to watch it for a while, so that's all the feedback I can give for now.

(Referenced Letter)

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Dear Miraz van Nohrr,

Chief Mod Edgeworth:

Have you tried commenting through your computer or safari? See if those work. You will find it right here:

Dear Dawsongfg,

Co-Mod: Congratulations! Meanwhile, I have a cat (or rather, my parents do) that likes to drool on me and everything I own. As much as I love cats, nothing in this world will ever convince me to own one. Not one that drools, anyway.

Mod Gregson: I've got two cats! One is approaching 15 years and is still healthy and playful, one is 6 years old and is a grumpy old lady who refuses to let the older cat befriend her. Mod Zieks: I do as well! We all have our own little gremlins in our life. Mine is also a cat, a little tortie named Charlie. I love her, and she is just the silliest little thing.

Dear Jeffrey,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Congratulations on the new puppy.

Sorry about the loss of Dylan. I also lost my pet while she was getting spayed. I hope things go well for your new pet.

Co-Mod: Wait... You're saying that's not a real-life Scooby-Doo?

Just kidding. I'm glad he's been a help to you. My family went through a similar experience when our cat died by falling out of a tree during a storm. We missed having a cat in the house so much that we had to get a new one, so we did. Much like Dylan, she's not the same as our previous cat, but still a great source of joy for us.

Mod Gregson: I'm sorry for the loss of your puppy; I know that can be pretty tough. But I'm glad you've found a new friend and family member to help fill the void!

Mod Zieks: Congratulations on the puppy, and I'm sincerely sorry for your loss.

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth:

Who knows? Though, that would be weird in my opinion.

Mod Gregson: Am I the only one who finds this a lot funnier than it should be? Imagining Turnabout Trump or Turnabout Succession but the only change is "Kristopher Gavin" is cracking me up. Yes, this is my sense of humor.

Mod Zieks: Based, but not my kind of based. Then again, mixing dreams and ace attorney brought us 'Country Gavin' (@doctorsiren)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Miles Edgeworth and Kazuma Asogi! What do you mean Mia or Klavier have better boobs?

Mod Gregson: Neither, I'm more of a legs gal!

Mod Zieks: It's a tie between Max Galactica from the circus cases and Miles Edgeworth.

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Uh-huh and you didn't send me a few previous anonymous letters under different names with the same fakemail.com or the oh so obvious Hotti letters with the same style of writing as you under different emails after sending this mod letter.

Mod Gregson: Oh, I have special words for you later. :)

Dear Miraz van Nohrr,

Chief Mod Edgeworth:

I've visited other states, but not countries. If I did, I'd likely go to Mexico, since my grandparents live at the border. Too bad I need a Passport.

Co-Mod: I visited Matamoros, Mexico once. From what I remember, it was just like being in the U.S., but with everyone speaking Spanish, everything being written in Spanish, and Mexican food tasting like Mexican food (not the Americanized version). Overall, it was pretty enjoyable.

Mod Gregson: I was born in Costa Rica, actually! Moved to the States when I was a young'un. I've gone back there a few times, and... I didn't really like it, but I apparently went to one of the worse parts of it, so maybe I can't judge? Mod Zieks: I've actually never gone out of my home state, and I'd like to change that someday. Preferably, moving from the States and going to the UK. Since their gender-affirming care is paid for by their universal healthcare, and their firearms laws aren't as loose.

- The Mods

#Mod Post #Chief Mod Edgeworth #Co Mod #Mod Gregson #Mod Zieks #Anonymous #charicla #mirazvannohrr #jeffrey1667 #Mod Commentary #I was finally able to find the time to post these letters #Also since there haven't been many letters for the new Mods except one for Mod Zieks I'm letting them answer these

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fukurofanfics · 8 months

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Fukuro Part 9: An Old Friend

A/N: This is the chapter where the storyline picks up. Don’t get your hopes up, there’s no sex in this chapter, once you read it’s self-explanatory. Enjoy!

(Also, I’m writing according to what I think the characters would be like in person, not what they actually are, so they might not always be in character. Some character traits and abilities are made up by me, like Jiwon’s affinity with computers.)

-ちはる

Chapter 9: An Old Friend

“Reaper One, you have the blackout. Anything happens, you’re there in your suits, ready to take action. Reaper Two, you take to the rooftops. He tries anything, you blow this bastard’s brains out. Reaper Three, you have the ground. Clear out anyone within fifty yards of the meeting place just in case he tries anything.”

I gave these orders over the intercom while the battle-trained soldiers rushed around, getting ready. The bunker was complete chaos, and once we left it would go into total lockdown. Nothing came in or out. No radio signals, no incoming emails, texts, DMs, or any other signals except direct radio contact between me and Joonhon.

The soldiers in charge of the blackouts were my most stealthy, sneaky soldiers. What is a blackout, you might ask?

Well, the soldiers in question kill the lights wherever they are. Me and Takahashi would be meeting in a small cafe along the outskirts of Neyagawa, a small town outside of Osaka, at ten o’clock. Almost no one would be there. The blackout team would be dressed in the blackout suits (black combat boots, black cargo pants, a black shirt, black body armor, black hard-knuckled gloves, airsoft goggles with night vision, a black balaclava, and a black armored helmet) with the predetermined weapons (depending on who we’re talking about, it could range between a sniper rifle and an assault rifle for each soldier, two pistols, three grenades, and a hunting knife per person). They would kill the lights so as not to be seen and blow Takahashi’s head off if I commanded it.

Reaper Two would be taking to the rooftops, with special bullets made to kill Fukuri. I had teams on the ground to handle Takahashi if he tried anything, but the team on the roof was equipped to deal with Fukuri. Reaper Three had the ground.

I myself would be wearing bulletproof armor underneath my shirt and all over the rest of me. Bulletproof plates in my vest, elbow pads, armor for my arms, knee pads, leg armor, everything. I would have a pistol on my thigh and a pistol on my hip, with a knife strapped to my other hip and an M16 assault rifle on my back . I wasn’t taking any chances.

Unfortunately, Yiren was strongly opposed to me leaving. Despite my assurances that I would be well protected and the bunker would be on complete lockdown, she was still worried.

“But what if something does happen to you?” She questioned for the fifth time, clinging to my arm as I walked towards the elevator.

“Wang Yiren,” I said, turning around, taking her by the shoulders and looking her in the eye, “nothing will happen to me. You have my word that I’ll come back alive.”

She still didn’t look reassured.

“What if I come with you?”

I paused my walking and turned around.

“Listen, there is no way in hell I’m taking you with me. It’s way too dangerous. I’m doing this against my own better judgement to protect us. By leaving, I put only myself in danger. By not leaving, I put all of us in danger. By taking you, I risk your life as well as mine. You understand?”

She nodded tremulously and then hugged me.

“I just don’t want to lose you, Kai.”

“And you won’t.” I said, returning her embrace and sliding my hands over her back. “I’ll come back safe, don’t worry.”

She looked up at me and nodded again. I bent my head, kissed her, and then entered the elevator without another word.

And so we left. The bunker had already started locking down as we closed the door; we heard the bar inside the door automatically slide into the hole in the wall made for it, then the next bar down, and so on. Steel bars lowered themselves down from the top of the doorway and pushed into the bottom, blocking entrance for anyone and anything trying to get in. The electric fence’s powerful hum could be hear even at this distance. We were standing a hundred feet from it. Anything got within ten feet of that fence, it got fried instantly.

Then we started to hear faint sounds of helicopter blades whirring, and we knew it was time to go. The helicopter came into view, and it was Jeong-ho who landed.

“Where we headed, boss?” He asked, looking at the suits. “I don’t know if I’ll have enough room on this chopper to fit all of you.”

I nodded. “Alright, then call Haneul. She has a chopper, right?”

“Yes, she does. We can fit all the soldiers if she comes.”

He turned away, phone in hand, and less than two minutes later the chopper was already approaching.

Now, this one was different. Military grade. Camo, with guns and missiles attached. Four blades instead of two, it was built for military operations, so it was perfect. Haneul’s jaw dropped when she landed and saw the party.

“Bloody hell, boss, where are you going?” She questioned. “Looks like we’re heading out to a battlefield!”

“We may as well be,” I said, adjusting my vest. “You remember Takahashi? He’s back.”

Understanding showed in her expression.

“Oh, that makes much more sense. Come on in.”

We loaded into the helicopters and took off. As I looked back I spotted Yiren on the rooftop, waving me a silent goodbye.

I blew a playful kiss to her as we flew away, and I saw a smile form on her rapidly shrinking face. Feeling satisfied, I turned back and took a tighter grip on my M16. It was time to get into a more serious attitude.

We flew for what seemed like half an hour, but it was probably much longer than that. Taiheiyo was a while away from Neyagawa. But eventually we arrived and touched down on the roofs of a couple of buildings, unloading the passengers before the helicopters flew away.

“Alright,” I said once they were gone. “Reaper One, stay on the ground. Be ready to blackout at my signal. Reaper Two, stay on the rooftops. If anything comes near us, light it up. Reaper Three, also stay on the ground. Set up a perimeter and make sure no one comes near. If it’s a Fukuro, then run away and let Reaper Two take care of it, you’re not equipped to deal with Fukuri. Everyone move fast, stay low. Go!”

We attached our ropes to the roof and repelled down them, landing on the ground noiselessly. The teams spread out, and that was the last I saw of them. I walked into the café where I saw Takahashi, sat down, and waited for him to speak, keeping a tight hold on my pistol’s handle over the holster.

“You’re late.” He said coolly.

“Terribly sorry, Makoto,” I said in a mock polite tone. “I hope it didn’t cause too much inconvenience. Forgive my lack of manners.”

“Think nothing of it.”

“Alright,” I said, “let’s cut the cordial bullshit and get down to business. What do you want and why the hell would you threaten me? Have you got no idea what I’m capable of?”

“Any idea? Do you take me for an idiot? I know you, Kaito. I know how you think. Let’s not forget how long we’ve known each other.”

“Since childhood, unfortunately.”

He laughed. “Oh, don’t pretend we weren’t good friends. Either way, I know there’s probably at least two teams of armed men outside, waiting to blow my head off if I try anything.”

“Wrong.” I corrected him, and he raised his eyebrows questioningly. “It’s one team to handle you. And then one to keep the area clear. And another to handle any unfortunate Fukuro instances.”

“Those would be rather ill-fated, wouldn’t they?” He said. “But anyway, moving past the teams, moving onto what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“That’s what I’m wondering.” I cut him off before he could begin another sentence. “You called me out of my shelter to talk with the threat of sending Fukuri my way, and for what?”

He got up and started walking around.

“Now, I know we don’t see eye to eye on certain points-“

“Like the monsters you are helping destroy the world,” I interrupted him.

“Yes, like those.” He continued, taking a bite out of a donut from behind the counter. “We don’t see eye to eye about this, but I had an idea; maybe we could compromise.”

“Compromise?” I repeated in a constricted voice. “Sorry, there’ll be none of those between us. You know how this works.”

“That’s not nice, is it?” He said, looking out the window towards the end of the street, where Reaper Three had made their perimeter. “Being unwilling to negotiate.”

“I’ll say it again, you know how this works.” I said again.

“I do.” said Takahashi, still gazing at something out in the distance. “But what if I told you that I know who’s with you?”

“I’d tell you I didn’t doubt it.” I replied derisively. “You’re so much of a degenerate, lowlife shitbag, I would not be surprised.”

“What if I told you I could send a Fukuro army to your bunker right now?”

“I’d tell you you were bullshitting yourself.” I said with an entirely mirthless laugh, bullshitting myself. I knew he could, but I didn’t want to admit it.. “You have no idea how to my defenses, and you’d be an idiot to send anything even close to my bunker. I’d paint that window with your brains just as fast.”

“Would you?” His eyes flicked to mine before going back to whatever it was he was so fixated on. “Well, I do happen to know who’s in there. Now, how would I know that?”

“You wouldn’t.” I said flatly. “There’s no way you could know.”

“Unless I checked the plane records. Combed through security cam footage in the airports.”

“You sick bastard.” I said, shaking my head. “You’re spying on me just so you can try and threaten me into joining you?”

“That’s the intent.”

“Well, I can tell you right now that it’s not happening. Those sons of bitches killed my parents. They tried to kill me multiple times. They’re trying to come to Earth to kill the rest of humanity. I fucking hate them, do you really think I’d try and help them?”

“You would if you want to keep your life and the lives of your girlfriends in there. I didn’t ask them to kill your parents.”

“It was you who sent that Fukuro after me at the airport.” I said. It wasn’t a question, nor was it an accusation. It was a statement of fact.

“Yes. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m trying to stop what you’re doing. Why you’re doing what you’re doing, I’ll never understand.”

“You wouldn’t understand because you don’t understand love.” I said fiercely. “You could never understand the love I feel for them, you could never grasp the depth of it, nor even how it started.”

“You’re right, I don’t understand. I also don’t understand why you won’t let events of the past go and j-“

“You expect me to ignore the fact that these fuckwads killed my family, and tried to kill me many times, and just join up with you and act like it never happened? It’s not going to happen, I’ll tell you right now!”

He let out a long, deep exhale through his nose.

“We believe in different things, Kaito. You in world peace and myself in world destruction. Humanity is doomed to collapse in on itself, to implode. It’s better that we all got it over with beforehand than let people run the Earth’s resources down to nothingness. You don’t see the same way. If you wouldn’t be so narrow-minded, you could see that I’m working for good, not necessarily against you. But since we’re clearly not going to agree…” he sighed. “I’m afraid I have to illuminate you to another unfortunate fact.”

I drew my pistol from my thigh and cocked it under the table.

“Really?” He said, not taking his eyes off of whatever he was staring at. “A gun? You really distrust me that much, to bring a gun?”

“What unfortunate fact are we referring to?” I asked warily, already knowing the answer. “Makoto, what did you do?”

He laughed. “Why are you always so cynical, Kaito? Why do you distrust me so much?”

I stood up, suddenly realizing why he had been looking out the window.

“What did you do!”

He at last turned to face me, a maniacal, insane grin spreading across his face.

“I’m sorry, Kaito. They’re coming.”

I raised the pistol and a deafening BANG rang out in the small café as Takahashi’s blood spattered the window. His body fell limp onto the ground as blood and brains flowed out of the hole in his head, his lifeless face still wearing the unhinged smile.

“Shit!” I shouted out of pure frustration, kicking his deceased head. “Reaper Two, prepare for a large Fukuro attack. Reaper One, initiate the blackout. Take out their visibility. Reaper Three, fall back, you’re not prepared for Fukuri.”

I looked out the window as I said this and saw a huge black mass moving down the nearby mountain, looking very ominous to my eyes.

Immediately, a crack of sniper fire sounded from four directions and the streetlights went dark as the bullets pounded them. I went outside and climbed back up my rope to the roof, where Reaper Two was already looking wildly around for the Fukuri.

“They’re over there!” The squad leader said loudly, directing everyone’s attention to the west, where the large black mass was moving quickly towards us.

“How many?” I asked, taking my proffered sniper from the soldier giving it to me and assembling it.

The leader squinted. “From what I can see, at least a hundred.”

I checked the mag for rounds and then put it back into the gun, extending the bipod and resting it on the edge of the building.

“Hold your fire!” I shouted, holding up my hand and looking at the approaching mob through my scope. “On my mark!”

Nearer and nearer they got. 1000 feet. 900. 800. 700. 600.

“Not yet,” I murmured, taking a tighter grip on my gun. “Not yet…now!”

A deafening blast of gunfire went off all around me, and about twenty of the approaching hoard as their heads were blown apart. The rest ran on, bursting through the flimsy fence and running down the street. I put down the sniper as they started climbing the building, instead taking the M16 from my back, which had been pre-loaded with anti-Fukuro bullets.

As the first one crested the building’s top, I blew its head off and kicked it over the edge, making some of the others fall. But the one after that came up, realized that it was looking down the barrel of my gun, reached forward, and grabbed the gun, snapping it in half like a toothpick.

‘You bastard, that was a good gun!’ I thought, but took my sword from my back and slashed it across the chest. It fell back, roaring in agony, before three more came up. The snipers behind me were doing pretty well taking them out as they came, but the one I had slashed came climbing back up, angry now. It swiped wildly at me with its claws, desperately trying to cut me, and it found its spot.

The claws ripped through my pants with a bit of a struggle due to the strong, ripstop material and started carving my thigh open. I yelled in pain and cut its arm off, groaning as I struggled to get up and chopped its head off, even as its body began to disintegrate. The other flailing fist punctured my chest and I felt three ribs break painfully before I cut the hand off, the claws still stuck in my ribcage. I grasped the hand and pulled it out, clenching my teeth and groaning, almost roaring with the pain.

“I’ve been hit!” I shouted into my radio, collapsing back from the Fukuri bearing down on me.

“We got a man down, team, man down!” The leader yelled.

I struggled back from the Fukuri, grabbing my discarded sword as I went for protection. I tried to hold it steady while applying pressure to my leg wound to stop the bleeding, fairly sure it had punctured the femoral artery. I heard another scream from behind me as they tore a man apart and realized something: they had figured out to go behind us. I communicated this to the rest of the team and they formed a ring around me, protecting me and themselves from all sides.

“You okay, boss?” The leader asked, shooting a Fukuro in the chest.

“Never better,” I grunted, dropping the sword to put more pressure on my leg. “How many left?”

“Forty, maybe?”

The continued cracks of the guns told me we were winning. We had one man dead and me heavily injured, but the Fukuris’ numbers were dropping fast. They sensed their one chance to take out me and my squad, and their bloodlust was impairing their intelligence. We were killing them in way larger number than they were killing us.

A determined Fukuro climbed back up after being shot, grabbing a man’s head and dragging him down the building with it, where at the bottom the man’s scream could be heard before a sickening crunch. I grimaced at the man’s fate and then grunted as I sat up, feeling another spurt of blood leave me. As much pressure as I was forcing on my leg, I was losing both a lot of blood and a lot of consciousness.

“I’m - fuck, I’m passing out, guys. Call - call - call Jeong-ho.”

Keeping myself conscious was becoming an increasingly difficult task, and I struggled to make out the words.

Then something struck me hard on the forehead, jerking my head back. Sounds faded from my ears, the muzzle flashes refracted in front of my eyes, and then my vision went black as I went unconscious. As my eyes closed, I thought of Yiren, her face the last image I imagined before passing out.

…

I found myself laying in a very soft bed in a white, brightly lit room. I had no idea how or why I was here, or how much time had passed. It took me a moment to remember what had happened, and then I opened my eyes again and took a better look at the room, which I now dimly recognized as my own hospital room. I mentally groaned in relief. I was alive, at the very least.

My ribs ached when I breathed, not agonizingly, and my leg felt a lot better, although I felt drained.

“Kai?”

A shaky, worried voice spoke from somewhere to my left, but when I tried to turn my head I felt a sharp pain in my neck.

“Yiren?”

A sob sounded and then a small frame flung itself onto me, impacting my chest, thankfully the opposite side from my broken ribs.

“Whoa, careful, Yiren, I’m injured.”

“I’m s-sorry,” she sobbed into my chest, while I raised my usable hand to hug her. “I was so w-worried, we thought you were - we thought y-you were d-dead…”

She barely got the words out before she broke down again, crying her heart out. I turned my eyes and in my peripheral vision I saw Jiwon sitting there as well, silent tears in her eyes and a lot of tear streaks on her cheeks.

“Jiwon.” I said, trying and failing to nod politely past my neck brace while Yiren cried. “I guess we won’t be fucking for a while.”

She smiled weakly and nodded.

When at last Yiren calmed down, she got the doctor and brought him in.

“How bad is it?” I asked once he had taken a seat.

“Three broken ribs and two more bruised, a puncture to the femoral artery and a nice big gash in your leg, a minor subdural hematoma and a small case of whiplash. Had whatever hit you in the head hit you a little harder, it would have been a broken skull, broken neck, and probably a contrecoup injury.”

I grimaced. “Not looking too good, am I?”

“With all due respect, no. We all thought you would die when Jeong-ho flew you in, you lost a whole lot of blood from the artery.”

“How long have I been unconscious?” I asked.

“Five days.”

I groaned and let my head fall back.

“Five days. Was anyone else killed?”

“Four other men from the squad were killed, five injured but alive.”

“Sweet Christ,” I said, rubbing my face with my usable hand. “When will I be out of this neck brace?”

“Whenever your whiplash heals. Probably within the next two weeks. The whiplash was not severe.”

“What about my leg?”

“We’ve had to refill your blood supply and patched up the wound. You shouldn’t lose any more blood from here but it’s best that you aren’t walking without crutches for at least a week and a half.”

“And the skull?” I asked.

“A subdural hematoma shouldn’t be that bad; as long as it didn’t damage the brain, you should be fine, we should just watch it for a few weeks to make sure it doesn’t get worse. You haven’t shown any symptoms so far, I think it’ll be fine.”

“The ribs?”

“Those will be better in a few weeks. You should wear a sling on your arm and not use the arm so as not to put strain on the ribs. The bones weren’t shattered. One fracture was compound and we had to do surgery to fix that, but the rest were simple breaks. One was comminuted and the other was a greenstick break. It shouldn’t take as long to heal.”

So this was my fate. I made a mental note never to interact with Takahashi again before remembering that I had killed him. Every time I’d met him after he turned to the dark side, tried to reason with him, get the Takahashi I had known back, something else that was bad had happened. I didn’t like how things had turned out, but like the doctor had said, it could have been a lot worse.

I let my eyes fall shut and said to the two of them,

“Unless you’re going to watch me sleep, you’d better get out of here.”

Jiwon managed a laugh. “That’s all Yiren’s been doing for five days.”

I cracked one eye open to look at Yiren, who denied nothing.

“I was.” She said. “I’ve barely eaten anything since you got back, Sihyeon unnie had to basically make me eat. I was so worried I would lose you. This is why I didn’t want you to go.”

“Well, I survived, barely. Also, that’s why I didn’t want you going. You could have died as well.”

“I guess so. I didn’t realize how bad it would be until I saw you flown in, with your leg gushing blood and your ribs bruised, one of them poking out of the skin…”

“Never, and I mean never, underestimate the Fukuri, Yiren. They’re intelligent, deadly, and they have a bias for swift, brutal action. They’d kill you and eat you the first chance they got. Lucky I happened to have a shelter out here.”

Jiwon got up and stretched. “Well, so long, Kaito. I’ll leave you to sleep.”

She walked out, and Yiren looked back at me.

“I’ll leave you to it as well. See you later.”

She bent her head, gave me a quick kiss, and then left as well, leaving me with the dull ache in my ribs and the throbbing in my head, and the feeling of her lips on mine not leaving me, a fact I was grateful for.

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trannnn158 · 9 months

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A delulu fanfiction

Pairing: Mlynar Nearl x F!Reader.

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: fluff, tired office worker in need of comfort, cringe, self-indulgent, broken English, I regret writing this in English.

Pic credit: Mine.

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Just the thought of having to be a mere office worker, wasting days away in the same company alongside with a stuck up boss alone was enough to send shivers down Mlynar’s spine every waking hour. Despite all of that, he never once let a single complaint slip out of his tightly-shut mouth. You, on the other hand, knew better than anyone how much resentment he held towards this job.

After all, Mlynar Nearl was a man of few words.

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His daily working routine began at seven o’clock sharp.

“Ding!”

The ringing sound of the elevator hung high in the air, disrupting the quiet atmosphere that was inherent in the office. As bright as the radiant sun, the man endowed with silky blonde hair stepped out of the chamber after a flock of workers and clocked in at his company. At first glance, what immediately caught people’s eyes would be his toned body which loomed underneath the royal blue fabric of his shirt together with a neatly buttoned up vest, alluring women, both young and old, with a sense of maturity as if he was a fine wine, ready to be gulped down to the very last drop, and yet his hair was messy with the front bang covering part of his left eyes, turning people off after their first impression with him had faded away. Mlynar rolled his eyes, vision landing on the room that was painted white. He had committed himself to this occupation, to the tiny desk that was barely a fit to his figure for roughly ten years already. To Mlynar, this place, this hell hole was the true definition of a prison and he, as an employee, was nothing more than a corporate slave.

He sluggishly pulled the chair out and sat down, placing the plastic bag encircling the steaming hot cup of coffee on his table. It was hers. He thought then carefully opened the lid. As the lid flicked open, it felt like he was in his own world now, being embraced by the smell of coffee. The gentle aroma of roasted coffee beans was intoxicating to Mlynar, like a cup of cocktail that let the brain indulge in its own little fantasies, making him yearn for the girl who just sent him off with a goodbye kiss that morning, the girl who took him into her arms and loved him the night before. Taking a sip, the bittersweet taste on the tip of his tongue roused the man from his sleep, causing him to frown and then chuckle lightly under his breath. He looked like a mad man. His colleagues threw a glance at him, carrying judgment and contempt in their eyes, but he couldn’t care less. He just carried on with his day, taking a sip of his coffee while booting up the computer.

The office was quieter than usual today. Perhaps it was a special occasion? Or some influential projects which his godforsaken boss didn’t give a damn to assign to him on the grounds that he was deemed “incompetent”? The sound of the keyboard clattering continued to resound in spite of Mlynar’s internal thoughts being in complete shambles.

Mlynar Nearl was a man of high responsibility.

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Twelve thirty-five p.m.

Mlynar looked at the computer screen. His golden pupils flickered as they unconsciously glanced at the old phone lying around on the desk. He wondered what you were doing or had you eaten anything yet. The man was beyond curious, yet worried that he would become a nuisance in your eyes. He dreaded that thought. His hand was faster, though, and turned on the phone. Your bright smile appearing on his lock screen captivated him and he found himself musing on the girl in his phone, his eyes narrowed as if being lost in his own mind.

Suddenly..

"Bang!"

A loud banging on the rusty door made him jump from his seat, bringing him back to reality the harsh way. The phone fell from his hand and collided with the dusty floor, causing the screen to come down with a long crack across the photo of you and him. The phone harbored many of his precious memories of you, most of which could not be replaced in his heart. Mlynar was, understandably, livid; nonetheless, there was nothing he could do to salvage the situation. At the end of the day, he was just another of many individuals who succumbed to the injustice and brutality of life for being a humble employee and having no say before his superiors.

“Yes.”, “I understand.”, “Pardon?”, “I apologize, I will work on it as soon as possible.” - How many times had Mlynar forced out these words? He lost count. He was powerless.

The hoary old boss hurled insult after insult at him, berating him for what seemed like an eternity and had no intentions on stopping anytime soon despite the curious gazes of so many co-workers in the office all focused on the two figures, one tall and one short, with the taller one having to hang his head low. At times like this, Mlynar pondered the question of whether anyone felt sorry for him, resentful for him? Even just the slightest bit of empathy would've been much appreciated. He was being humiliated, but to others, it was just a common scene on replay and they turned a blind eye to it. Mlynar wanted to throw a punch at this arrogant chief. He could. He could just beat the guy into dead meat then quit on the spot. However, right now, he could only bite his lips, clench his fists and endure those spiteful words so as to keep this job. He didn’t want to make you worry.

Mlynar Nearl was a cool-headed man.

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Ten past five in the evening. He would have been home in your embrace ten minutes ago had the fat guy not yelled at him for fifteen minutes straight and pressured him to correct a mistake made by a different employee in the same department as his.

Mlynar sighed and rubbed his eyes. No problem. He was done for the day and could finally return home now.

The clacking noise of paper tapping against the edge of the table caused Mlynar to lift up his head, shifting his attention away from the computer only to be greeted by his boss’s taciturn face, which scrunched up like he had just bitten into a lemon, and the foul smell of cigarettes made Mlynar’s windpipe clog. It felt like there was a lump in the back of his throat and he despised it.

“Sort this pile then type them into the spreadsheet. They need to be completed before tomorrow.”

Having finished speaking, the executive left without once expressing sympathy for him nor offering him a word of encouragement. Why him of all people? Why now?

Mlynar seemed to freeze at that moment. The mountain of papers on the desk was like a towering wall that he wished he could cut in half with a swift slash right now. He swallowed down his saliva, his pride, his Adam’s apple moving up and down slightly with every movement.

The office returned to its usual peacefulness. That is, because only Mlynar Nearl remained sitting there. His messy hair that morning was even more disheveled, heavy eyes that he struggled hard to keep open were glued to the computer screen while his rough hands steadily pressed the keyboard. The place was so quiet that he could hear the beat of his own heart drumming in his ears, the sound of the obsolete clock ticking as its second hand moved as if in a hurry, and, perhaps due to his fatigue that he imagined, the sweetness of your voice echoing by his side. He was on the brink of insanity and this unsettling white office was an asylum. On the table, in addition to the pile of documents, was a cup of coffee that had been drained long ago, yet the faint smell of burnt beans still lingered. It reminded him of you. Mlynar’s mind began to stray away from work again and turned to his home, to the comfy sofa that was only enough for two people to sit on and to you - the girl who was waiting for him to return.

Mlynar Nearl had officially lost his mind.

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How long had it been?

How many hours had passed since he was stuck at this damn company?

Shit.

Seven thirty-nine p.m. A sharp breath escaped from Mlynar’s lung when he exhaled. On the screen currently was the report file being sent to his superior via email. He was overcome by boredom, staring blankly as the old system tried its best to send the files over while his fingers became more and more impatient with each passing second, tapping on the desk in the same rhythm.

Hurry.

Faster.

Faster!

He flinched, thinking that he had screamed from the top of his lungs at that moment.

As soon as the report was sent to the obnoxious old boss, he jumped up from his seat and immediately ran back, being in such a hurry that he did not bother to put on his jacket. The night sky befell on his drooping shoulders. His breathing became quick and shallow, sending out white fog with each hasty step he took in the biting weather. The yellow hue in his eyes glimmered with life as if catching a small ray of hope when he recognized the image of the home he longed for was becoming more and more prominent.

The road back home had never been so long. He missed you.

Grasping the doorknob tightly, Mlynar did not hesitate even for a second to straighten his clothes. Instead, he opened the door whose paint job had already faded. The scent of stir-fried beef rushed straight into his nose, awakening his sense of smell that was thought to have been long gone after such a devastating day at the company, surrounded by the smell of ink and cigars.

Slowly and steadily, he took off his worn-out shoes and stepped inside, until his horse ears perked up at the familiar sound of your voice. You were singing. Although you were horrible at it, to Mlynar, it was like a breath of fresh air, a cure for the barren soul of the man. There you stood, in the kitchen, the corners of your mouth curved up into a bright smile as you hummed and decorated the beef on the plate. Oh how he missed that sight. He wanted to drink in your beauty, taking in your everything and ingraining them into his brain like it was a part of him since birth: The everyday clothes that had gradually faded over the years, the jet black hair highlighted with a few golden brown strands that was always tied up into a ponytail, the coal black eyes which seemed to flash every time you spoke, and, his favorite feature of yours, your playful smile.

Without you noticing, Mlynar approached you from behind, even dropping the vest in his hand on the floor, and held your body close to his while his hands crept around, grabbing you by the waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder and leaned against the crook of your velvety, white neck, taking a deep breath to dispel the worries crowding his head. It felt like all the burdens from work, from having to exist and continue living were lifted from his shoulders and he could leave everything behind.

What a relief. The thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Your body shivered slightly when his ice-cold skin made contact with your warm neck, sending a sharp pain through your nerves.

“You scared me to death, Mlynar!”, you said, then chuckled again while setting the plate of beef on the dining table.

He remained silent and just looked at you, chest rising and falling with each slow breath he took. His eyes were filled to the brim with love and adoration for you and only you, so much so that it would have spilled out into adoring words if he had no self-control whatsoever. He was absolutely smittened.

You turned around, facing him and both your gazes locked with each other.

“How was your day? You must be hungry coming back this late, right? Gosh, you didn’t put your coat on! What if you catch a cold, eh?”

Like two polar opposites, you just kept on going, like an adorable little bird that you were, while he kept his mouth shut and just clung onto you like a sulky cat.

“I’m home.”

At last, Mlynar spoke up, even if it was only a short sentence, even when his voice sounded so tired, even though it was only a whisper in your ear.

The voice was warm yet hoarse. He knew full well how much you fawned over it. Your face lit up at his words and your soft hands now laid upon the bulky, well-defined arms which were wrapped around you.

“Welcome home, Mlynar.”

This was the paradise, the safe haven that Mlynar Nearl could call “his”. He wished for a life with you, his beloved, until the end of his time, ‘til these hands of his could no longer muster up the strength to hold yours.

Mlynar Nearl was a simple man.

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Are you a professional pumpkin artist? I just saw the Miles one and holy shit. How did you do that?

Nope, just an amateur who really enjoys this art form and has been practicing it for years. 🤣 Thank you--that's very flattering!

The short(ish) version of how:

Plan out your design in advance, paying attention to how each shape that isn't fully cut out will be supported--it's a very specific art form. Tracing is good for getting a recognizable silhouette, and expect to spend a lot of time tweaking until you get it to both look good and be carvable. (Or use a proven design from someone else.)

Big pumpkins let you do more intricate designs without the pieces getting too fragile. (But they also take longer to scrape/carve.)

Scrape the pumpkin shell out pretty thin, especially if you have any peeled sections that need to shine through. I like to see the glow of the light source through the entire pumpkin shell, and it makes carving easier due to less material to saw through.

Have one full-size copy of the pattern to transfer onto the pumpkin (it will be destroyed) and another copy to look at. To transfer your pattern, tape the paper onto the pumpkin at a couple of places (e.g., top and bottom or left and right) and make cuts in the paper and overlap/tape the pieces down until the pattern conforms to the curvature of the pumpkin. Check that the design still looks right and supports are intact. Then use something like a thumbtack to punch through the paper and into the pumpkin rind along the cut lines to mark them as a series of little punctures.

Use the right carving tools--you want something like a pumpkin saw you get in pumpkin carving kits, not just a kitchen knife. Something like small wood carving chisels work for removing sections of rind.

Leave yourself plenty of time--scraping and carving always take longer than I think it will (multi-hour process at minimum), and you don't want to accidentally cut the wrong thing piece (or yourself!) because you were rushing.

More elaboration below the cut, because you activated special-interest mode I love this art form and hope more people will have fun with it!

Patterns:

The key constraints are that you only get 2 or 3 colors (depending if you're going to peel sections of the rind) and any shape that's not a full cutout has to be supported (not just connected, but connected by pieces study enough to hold it). That makes the the art form both tricky and really satisfying when you figure it out.

Nowadays I usually draft mine on the computer in black for intact peel, orange (for parts where I'm going to peel just the rind off), and yellow for cutouts, to make it easy to envision what the final product will look like. Then I flip the colors to something that won't use up all my printer toner to print it out (black to white, orange to light gray, yellow to medium gray). (E.g., my Sandman design)

Don't hesitate to trace stuff to get recognizable silhouettes! Miles was traced directly from an official image (I think a promotional image?). So were Dream from The Sandman design and Andy from The Old Guard (below). If you're using a computer program that supports image layers, keeping stuff on different layers is really useful for tweaking relative sizes and positions to get the silhouettes to work. For Miles, I had his traced image and the spiderweb on different layers and adjusted them independently to make sure his silhouette was clearly recognizable (e.g., his elbows/heels/etc. are visible against cutouts so that you can easily recognize how his body is positioned).

In terms of supports, a good example is my The Old Guard design (below). I tweaked the axe position and the overall sizing of the silhouette vs. the circle a lot before getting here. The axe just connects to the edge of the circle at the handle and one tip of the blade, and the other side of the blade touches her shoulder. That means the axe, which has the narrowest/most fragile pieces of pumpkin, is very well supported even though it reads as a distinct, separate shape. (Having it diagonal instead of horizontal also made the image more dynamic, which is a bonus. 😉)

Pumpkin prep:

Put something down to protect your work surface and catch the pumpkin scraps (multiple layers of big sheets of paper/newspaper work well--the moisture from pumpkin innards will soak through a single layer). I wash the outside of my pumpkin before cutting, both because I use some of the pumpkin for cooking and in hopes of delaying my hard work rotting away.

I prefer to cut the opening (with a kitchen knife) at the bottom of the pumpkin and display on a plate instead of cutting a "lid" around the stem. This means 1) no need to worry about the lid getting damaged or not sitting right, 2) you can somewhat adjust the angle at which your pumpkin sits based on how you cut it, and 3) your candle/light can sit on a flat surface and be lit before you set the pumpkin down on top instead of it sitting on uneven pumpkin interior and having to reach down from the top to place/light it.

Once you get most of the stringy "pumpkin guts" and seeds out, you can scrape down the pumpkin flesh to thin out the shell. My favorite tool for this is the edge of a round cookie/biscuit cutter about the size of my palm--I hold it on one side from the dull/folded-over edge and scrape with the cutting edge. The scraped pumpkin flesh comes off as sort of "fluffy" scrapings, which I use as-is in pumpkin bread (it also freezes well for later use--I usually get multiple pounds from scraping a large jack-o-lantern pumpkin).

Carving:

When you transfer your pattern onto the pumpkin with a thumbtack, the lines appear as a series of small punctures in the rind. For areas with intricate details, corners/sharp curves, or lines running close together, keep the spacing small; for long gentle curves or straight lines, you can space them farther apart. Keep an intact copy of the pattern close by to reference when interpreting the punctures later, and if you're having trouble seeing the marks, you can rub a little bit of flour over the surface to highlight the holes.

My pumpkin-carving saws are just from one of these kits, like the two saws on the right with the straight handles. They're held like a pencil and go straight in-and-out like a sewing-machine needle. The saws are really the only thing I use from the kits--IMO big metal spoons and my cookie cutter work much better than the plastic scoops and I prefer a thumbtack to the "poker" (I have no idea what the crayon is intended for).

When starting to carve, you'll be pushing/pulling on the area you're cutting, and everything you cut out weakens the shell of the pumpkin in that area, so be strategic--you don't want to be carving a section that's already tenuously supported. I generally start with peeled sections (which only remove the outer layer of rind and don't significantly weaken it) and small, finicky cutouts, and then I typically move from the center of the design outward. So for Miles, his (peeled) chest design and eyes probably came first, then the tiny spiderweb sections framing his body and the area between his legs, then the larger spiderweb sections working outward.

To peel, I use what I think were originally wood-carving tools. I use a sharp tool to slice just through the outer rind along the marked edges of the area, and then work a small chisel under the rind to peel it up in small chunks. (Thin lines are peeled with a little trough-shaped blade.) For cutouts, I generally try to saw either straight in (perpendicular to the surface) or angle the blade slightly away from the piece to be removed to the cutout piece will easily push into the interior of the pumpkin and there will be fewer interior edges impinging into the cut out area. In thin sections, err on the side of leaving them well-supported in the initial cut and adjust afterwards.

Finally, if you are using a candle, do cut some kind of vents at the top of the pumpkin to let the heat/smoke escape. I usually cut some small triangles on the back side of the pumpkin top. For the Spiderverse pumpkin, I think the spider cutout to project on the wall served as my vent.

Timing:

As I mentioned, jack-o-lanterns always take longer to complete than I expect. However, once you carve and expose all those little pumpkin pieces, the clock starts ticking down to your jack-o-lantern drying out (making pieces start to shrivel and distort) and/or starting to rot/getting attacked by bugs. 🤷 This is an inherently transitory and perishable art form.

I prefer to carve the day-of so it looks its best, but since Halloween is not a work holiday, schedules do not always support that! Prepping/scraping the pumpkin the day before and then carving the next is one option for squeezing in a freshly carved design.

In my experience, my jack-o-lanterns usually look good for more than one day, so carving in advance can work, but it will depend on pattern/weather conditions/etc. Small pieces that stick out unsupported (e.g., the two unsupported pieces of the axe head above) are the most vulnerable to dryout/shriveling; designs like the Spider-Man one are less vulnerable because most of the pieces are anchored at both ends and thus can't collapse in a way that significantly alters the silhouette. A design that uses only peeling or has cutouts but no thin/delicate pieces of pumpkin (e.g., the classic simple jack-o-lantern face) will hold up best.

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