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Buck smeared the blood on Eddie’s chin, taking his thumb to his own mouth and sucking. “You look like sex.”
Eddie’s chest puffed up, feeling himself harden on his pants. Again. “We should fuck, then.”
It’s was an invitation, but it had a twinge of need. Buck pushed himself off the rusty counter, towering over his lover. At this time of night, the one flicking light on their basement was enough to keep him awake, although he hadn’t slept in days. “Are you asking or are you telling me?”
Eddie took a step, pulling the dagger out of his back pocket swiftly. Buck was talented, but he was skilled. He pressed it to Buck’s neck, prompting a smirk out of him. “I don’t believe I ask much of anything these days, I just say what I want and I get it.”
“And what is it, then?” he teased, kicking Eddie’s ankle with the heel of his right foot, so he’d fall a few centimeters shorter. “What is it you want?”
For the first time in months, Eddie looked hesitant, his gaze faltering. After everything they had done, Buck couldn’t imagine nor fathom a thing he’d be embarrassed to request.
“I want you to fuck me with your gun.”
Buck’s eyes glimmered.
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Draxum's hands were shaking. Badly, Raph noted, staring at the noticeable tremors in the yokai's hands.
[TW: self-destructive behaviors, eating issues/implied disordered eating]
He'd seen Draxum's hands shake before, back in his own time, when the Hidden City was first discovered by the Kraang and quickly overwhelmed with all the hounds and mechs and zombies they could throw at it, and the Resistance had to declare the ruins unsalvageable, not worth trying to win back.
He'd seen them shake when Casey had returned a month after being declared missing in action (declared dead in all but the use of that word; all M.I.A. meant anymore was that there was no body to bury), not only alive and minimally injured, but hauling a four-month-old baby in a makeshift sling.
He'd seen them shake when he'd woken up from an artificial, anesthesia-induced slumber, a grey, lonely night with no stars, to see the face of the man who'd had to amputate his hand and tell him, "you barely survived as it is, Raphael," a heavy guilt weighing down his shoulders and carving new lines into his face.
He didn't know why they were shaking now. He focused on the vials Draxum held, ingredients for some chemical or other he needed to synthesize, seemingly vibrating as a result of the trembling hands that held them. Was it exhaustion? When did Draxum start working today?
When was the last time he had a meal?
Raph voiced his thoughts.
"I'm not hungry," came the answer, not enough in and of itself to give Raph what he needed to know, if not for everything he knew about the person Draxum was. Is. Would one day be?
"Draxum. That's not what I asked you." Raph reached out hesitantly, ready to withdraw his hand if it was rejected. The scientist didn't respond, at least not immediately, his back to Raph even as his hands still shook.
Something in Draxum's shoulders relaxed--not truly relaxed, so much as lost the tension holding him stiff and upright--and he sighed. "I can't stop now. There's too much I still need to do." His hair lay limp and matted against his back, greasy from lack of washing.
How long had Draxum been doing this? Destroying himself? How long had Raph not noticed it?
"Just a quick break," Raph tried. "Get a small meal in and get back to work after that."
A sharp headshake. "I can't--I can't. If I stop now, I'll lose all momentum--I have so much I need to do tonight--and I've gotten behind over the last few weeks, I can't fall behind my schedule any further, and besides, I haven't earned it yet--"
Suddenly Draxum whirled around, the vials in his hands dangerously close to spilling. "All of yokai-kind is depending on me. I can't let them down. I can't let more lives be lost! Too much is at stake here to simply take a break!"
The picture was familiar, heart-achingly so. It only took a flicker of imagination to superimpose Raph's own brother, to replace Draxum's desperate, bloodshot eyes with Donnie's wide, worried ones. The concerns were practically identical: the certainty-laced fear that rest now would be paid for later in agony and blood.
"What's yokai-kind gonna do if you work yourself to death?" Raph replied, as gently as he could, reaching out for the vials Draxum gripped so tightly. "Whatever you're doing here, who's gonna do it if you can't? Me? You know I'm not a science guy, Drax."
There's so much weight on your shoulders, Dad, Raph thought. Let me help you carry it.
Raph took hold of one of the vials, tugging gently. At first, it seemed as though Draxum wouldn't let go, that he would hold on even tighter, chase Raph out of the room and return to killing himself slowly. But after a few seconds, the scientist's trembling hand loosened, allowing Raph to slide the glass from between his fingers and set it back in the holder. He took the second with no resistance, and did the same.
Raph allowed himself a small smile, a tiny flicker of the ever-present tension between his shoulders melting away. "Okay, Draxum. Let's get you some food, maybe a nap, and see how you're doing after that."
This mad scientist at least, he could help.
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ranting to y’all this morning bc y’all are my only friends and I hate everybody else :) long winded rant incoming!! I apologize in advance.
realizing I’ve been way too friendly w ppl and bc of that, they feel like they can try me. And then play victim when I bust back For context, I live in a predominantly yt small town and I’ve been here for years. I get along with everybody for the most part and it’s gotten a lot more diverse so it’s not too bad. Esp compared to when I graduated hs. but like a couple days ago, I changed up my hair color bc I was bored and needed sum different. I don’t work in public so it’s not like I have to have a neutral color and I used to wear different colors all the time when I worked at the local grocery store. Point is, im not new to this, im true to this shit. I used to be a walking rainbow. They’ve seen me before. Anyways, I always talk to a lot of ppl that work in the stores, or just passing by. mainly abt anime bc I’m always wearing something related to it (side note: there are like 3 blk cashiers who are in to animanga in my town and it makes me so happy! We always nerd out and shit) but I wore my new hair color out the other day, which is a orange and brown ombré, just to kinda change it up. Life is too fucking short anyways. I’m stuck in the house all day and when I go out, I tend to stick to the same outfits and hairstyles for no reason other than I’m too lazy to dig through my tons of clothes and 30 other wigs. Besides, I’m coming right back to the house anyways and I’m not tryna impress nobody so who gives a fuck. Well this bitch felt the need to ask me ‘is that all you wear?’ As if my lil AOT shirt was bothering her funky ass and she wasn’t even in the conversation b/w me and my fellow blerd brother working the register. To which I ask her are all her teeth really gone at 21 from doing meth? (It was quiet, no back talk then) and then, that same day, these lil snot nose ass kids call themselves walking by me laughing and trying to be funny. Then they tried to grab at my bag and keychains on them. And had the nerve to run behind their dad and play victim, so I told him that if he doesn’t discipline his kids, I’d beat their asses myself so keep a leash on them. And as if it wasn’t bad enough, another bitch made a sideways comment abt how she didn’t expect me to ‘wear something like that’ and I told her thank god it’s on my head and not hers bc I didn’t ask. Saying all this to say that I’m tired of folks trying me and then acting like bitches when confronted. I don’t like being made to be the aggressor bc a bunch of Mayo maggots can’t shut the fuck up and mind the business that pays them. 😭😭 like do not come for me unless I send for you and damn sure don’t try me. I may smile and be friendly but bitch I’m not. I will hurt y’all.
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