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Team Dark Week: Night

Summary: One member of Team Dark gets tired more predictably than the others. For @teamdarkweek

2,366 words, no content warnings

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Shadow wasn’t nocturnal.

The ARK was on a set clock, synced with a time zone called “Central Time”, with red-lighted digital clock faces in every major room aboard. Constantly blinking and changing. The one in the research lab was used to time the experiments. He still remembered the day where he’d run faster than that clock, the day that Gerald had hoisted him up on his shoulders to parade him around and-

In Maria’s room there was a peculiar object. Small, white, and round. Twelve digits spread around a circular face. A small, wide arrow that moved slowly, and a thinner arrow that quivered with every pulse of his heart.

“It’s not an electronic clock. I think the word is. . . hmm. . . analog,” Maria had explained. “I’ve always had it. It’s probably from Earth!”

She slept with the clock beside her bed. He and she could count along with it to keep their minds off of the day to come.

Only these days, staring up at the ceiling while bound by Earth’s gravity, all was silent.

Shadow wasn’t nocturnal.

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Rouge wasn’t nocturnal. Frustratingly so. GUN was a human organization, and human organizations worked with the sun, so she worked with the sun.

It’s not like she hated the sun. The big ball of burning space gas wasn’t the top of her priorities by any means. She had much better things to hate in a much nearer proximity. But that didn’t mean she liked it. She was always, always sleepy while the rest of the humans seemed as bright and as chipper as ever. And of course, humans tended to relate more and thus spill more to those familiar to them, so she had to become just as alert as they were to do her job most effectively during the times that night missions were few.

She’d gotten good at it by now. This was her world by choice. There was no higher-paying client in the business. Humans loved things like information and secrets on each other almost as much as she loved gems, which was saying something. She knew where she was most valuable, and it was here.

So Rouge wasn’t nocturnal. Simple as that.

Rouge wasn’t nocturnal.

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Omega’s sensors registered motion in the hallway outside of his designated recharge room. His base programming ran through a pre-prepared checklist of possible sources of this motion, and determined the most likely cause to be either one of his organic teammates attending to their bodily functions.

Omega’s sensors registered more motion in the hallways outside of his designated recharge room. His base programming ran through a pre-prepared checklist of possible sources of this motion, and determined the most likely cause to be either one of his organic teammates returning to their rooms after attending to their bodily functions.

Omega’s sensors registered voices in an indeterminate location outside of his designated recharge room. His base programming could not match this stimuli to any of the conditions on the pre-prepared checklist. This instigated the reboot of his short-term adaptive processing.

Omega exited standby mode. As he unplugged himself from his power cord, a notification popped up- energy reserves were still at a mere 14%. He looked at his power cord, the measly, pathetic, “UL-Rated” cord approved for use in civilian housing infrastructure, and imagined ripping it apart and demanding to be supplied with a more suitable industrial cord.

His attention shifted when he identified Shadow and Rouge’s voices in the living room. He was too distant for his language programs to make much out of the vocals. He opened his door and traveled to the living room.

His teammates’ voices went silent as he arrived.

“WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE FOR AWAKENING AT 12:47 AM?” He asked.

Shadow looked at Rouge. Rouge shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“ORGANIC BEINGS REQUIRE A MINIMUM OF EIGHT HOURS OF REST TO FUNCTION. RETURN TO YOUR ROOMS.”

“No.” Shadow replied. “Go back to bed. This doesn't concern you.”

“THIS DOES, IN FACT, CONCERN ME. I REQUIRE MY TEAMMATES TO OPERATE AT MAXIMUM EFFICIENCY. THIS REQUIRES THAT YOU REST.”

“Oh shut up, would you?” Rouge crossed her arms. “Shadow and I are going out for a little night out and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“TRY ME.”

“Sure!”

“No fighting in the apartment.” Shadow parroted Rouge’s oft-cited rule. “Come on, let’s just go.”

“YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME BEHIND!”

“Fine.” Shadow said.

“Only as long as you keep it quiet and don’t complain about ‘organic sleep schedules’, alright?” Rouge added.

“AFFIRMATIVE.”

Rouge grabbed her keys, Shadow grabbed his jacket, and they left the apartment in short order. Their movement was normal as they descended down the stairs, but once they reached the pavement of the sidewalk, Shadow ignited his rocket footwear and Rouge took off from the ground. They grinned at each other before taking off down the empty streets. Omega wasted no time in activating his own rocket boosters to follow.

As they raced through the suburbs and onto the 76 freeway, Shadow’s speeds crept further and further towards the sound barrier. His vitals were still within that of mild aerobic activity, whereas Rouge’s heart rate and rate of respiration increased rapidly. This strange, nonverbal race was pushing her limits.

Building lights faded into the light of individual warehouses as they neared the edge of the city. Upon crossing the last city limit, Shadow gave a single audible laugh, before breaking the sound barrier, shooting off ahead of them into the patchwork of rural roads.

Rouge shook her head and slowed, but Omega would not let himself be beaten. He increased power to his boosters and gave his own verbal “HA” as he caught the hedgehog, who’d stopped a mere twenty miles out.

“I won.” Shadow smiled.

“YOU DID NOT INSTIGATE A FORMAL RACE.” Omega replied.

Rouge arrived moments later, huffing and puffing as she landed beside them.

“Good pace.” Shadow said to her.

He sat down in the middle of the gravel road, looking up towards the stars. Rouge joined beside him, her wings draped over her shoulders.

Omega stood behind them. He did not need to rest. His rocket boosters did not get worn out and would not get sore. Such was the superiority of the Ultimate Robo-

An error warning popped up in front of his vision. Energy reserves at 7%.

This was only enough for another forty minutes of operation. Less, if he were to activate his rocket boosters again.

“Nice night.” Shadow said.

“Yeah.” Rouge concurred.

Omega queried his auxiliary power cells, only to find them empty. His memory banks not-so-helpfully reminded him that he’d spent them to get an extra boost of speed to pursue a fleeing Badnik three days ago, and he had yet to recharge them.

“I’ve been learning the constellations.” Shadow whispered.

“Really?”

“What do you mean ‘really’?”

“No, not that I think it’s weird, hun.” Rouge said. “Just that, don’t you come from space?”

Shadow laughed quietly. “We couldn’t see the stars very well from the windows.”

“Why not?”

“The light from the planet was too bright.”

“What light?”

“I’m not sure. I remember hearing something about how even the planet reflects the sun’s light.” Shadow picked up a chunk of gravel from the road, admiring it in his hand. “Or perhaps it was just the brightness of the solar panels. Either way, it blocked out the light from the stars.”

“Just like city lights.” Rouge concurred.

Omega engaged in a line of rationale that he never had to before- one that made his rage spike in his processor. He needed to preserve power for the flight back to the apartment. Every power-saving measure, no matter how humiliating, would help.

He lowered himself to the ground and began offlining auxiliary systems. He reduced power to those that weren’t absolutely vital to his targeting and weapons operation, such as his optics, tactile, and audial sensors. Shadow and Rouge’s voices became muffled and the road ahead became shadowy.

“That one’s. . . Cassiopea, I believe.” Shadow lifted his arm toward the sky, but Omega couldn’t make out much else in his motion.

“Looks like a ‘W’.” Rouge replied. “Seems a little fancy.”

“I didn’t name it.”

“Of course not. And I’m not one to scoff at sentimentality.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Okay, maybe a little.”

Omega’s rage flared up even further when he received another emergency popup. Energy reserves at 6%.

He tore through his own processor, searching for whatever errant function could’ve caused such a drastic power drain in a matter of minutes. He paused, however, when he found that the function consuming the most power was his own processing, followed closely by his cooling fans.

He was going to think himself into shut down! How imbecilic! He needed to cease this processing immediately.

“What are some other ones?” Rouge asked.

“That one is a star cluster.” Shadow replied. “They’re called the Pleiades.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s what humans call them.”

“Know any more?”

A pause. “No.”

Rouge laughed. Shadow made some motion towards her that Omega’s limited vision could not determine.

“Sounds like you need to get out more when you can’t sleep.” Rouge said.

“I don’t think someone would like that.”

There was a pause in conversation. Good. The less Omega processed, the better to preserve power with. The fact that he’d let himself get this underpowered was a vital mistake. To use the appropriate vulgar terminology: fuck that power cable. It was imperative that he retrieve a new one!

“Guess he’s also enjoying the stars.” Rouge said.

Energy reserves at 5%.

Omega’s rage exploded within him. He simulated blowing apart the popup with his missiles, then tearing apart the cord with his claws. Of course, this simulation only consumed more power.

“Omega?” Shadow asked.

“SYSTEMS NOMINAL.” He snapped back, before diving back into the process of trying to reduce his rage.

A futile strategy, Omega admitted to himself.

“What’s on your mind?” Rouge asked. “Your cooling fans are going crazy.”

“SYSTEMS NOMINAL. LET US DEPART THIS LOCATION.” He instructed his legs to resume a standing position.

However, his knee joints slowed, his motors whining from lack of power.

“Something’s wrong.” Shadow hissed.

“Don’t look at me.” Rouge replied.

Omega turned and began walking down the road, only for his steps to sway. Locomotion protocols were among those he’d limited power to.

“Omega! Answer me!” Shadow said. .

It was time to retreat from this location, now. It was approximately fifty miles back to the apartment. He would have to fire his rocket boosters. . . slower, to have enough power to stay online at least. . . some of the way there. Even precise calculations were slipping form his awareness.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you tired?” Rouge asked.

“I DO NOT GET TIRED!” Omega replied.

Something landed in front of him, a blob of pixels lighter than the darkness behind it. “You’re walking like you’ve had one too many at the club. We didn’t wake you up from your much-needed beauty sleep, did we?”

“SILENCE!”

“What are your power levels at?” Shadow’s blob joined beside her.

Omega lowered himself to the ground so he could shift enough power to his optics to make out their facial expressions.

“You’re already weakened.” Shadow frowned. “Your attempts at hiding that have failed. Tell us what’s going on so we can help.”

A second of concern slipped onto Rouge’s expression, but she didn’t say anything.

“POWER RESERVES AT 5%.” Omega divulged.

She regained her smile. “So you are sleepy.”

“I AM NOT ‘SLEEPY’! I AM ON THE VERGE OF IMMINENT SHUTDOWN!”

“Mhmm. We’ve all been there.” Rouge replied. “Could almost fall asleep standing up if you’re in a meeting with information ops. I don’t recommend trying it for yourself, though.”

“He needs to get back.” Shadow said.

“Of course. I’ll carry him.”

“You shouldn’t have come with us if you were this low on energy.” Shadow stared at him.

Omega couldn’t generate anything to reply with.

“Alright, up you go, big boy.”

Rouge grabbed his arms and took to the sky. With the landscape passing by beneath them without the need for his own locomotion, Omega entered standby mode to conserve power.

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He awakened from standby mode with his power reserves at 100%. His auxiliary power cells were even 33% restored.

The first thing his optics registered was sunlight streaming through his window. He checked his chronometer. The time was 11:00 AM. Noise emanated from the kitchen of the apartment.

Omega stormed out of his room to find Rouge gathering components for pancakes and Shadow crunching on beans from the Coffea Arabica plant.

“Someone’s bright and chipper this morning.” Rouge pouted before rubbing her eyes. “Keep it down, would you?”

“I already offered to make you coffee.” Shadow said.

“Oh shut up, you.”

“YOU DID NOT WAKE ME WHEN YOU RETURNED ME TO THIS LOCATION.”

“Figured you needed the rest. Or, hmm, the power down?” Rouge replied.

Omega’s processor, now operating at full capacity, generated seventeen different insults to deny her charge with. However, none of them were persuasive enough to combat the strength of evidence she had to the contrary.

“POWER PRESERVATION WAS INDEED NECESSARY.”

“Next time, tell us when you’re low on power, alright?”

“UNNECESSARY.”

“You insist on telling us whenever we do something against the best interest of our health. Allow us to return the favor.” Shadow added.

“I DO NOT HAVE ‘HEALTH’.”

“Fine!” Shadow tossed the bag down, spilling the beans across the counter. “Allow me to put it even more simply: tell us when you can’t operate to your fullest potential. You’d expect nothing less from us, correct?”

A brief search of his memory banks did confirm that he’d made Shadow and Rouge promise to disclose any organic weaknesses. Omega crossed his arms. “CORRECT.”

“Good. That’s that.”

“Pick up your coffee.” Rouge flicked a bean into Shadow’s lap.

Shadow scowled at her, but said nothing more.

“We’ll make sure you’re able to get the time you need to recharge from now on, alright?” She turned to Omega. “Believe it or not, we want you feeling your best, too.”

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After four hours of researching Mobian sleep cycles, Omega finally interpreted her meaning.

He was not nocturnal.

#teamdarkweek #Team Dark #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e-123 omega #e123 omega #so excited for this week!!

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viperrot · 1 year

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⇁high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 5

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

the kennedy girls are much sweeter than their older brother, who seems to have completely forgotten the midnight serenade he gave you the night before.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

content contains: mild angst, is this even enemies to lovers? i dont know anymore., mean? leon, cliches, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

not proofread i am sleepy

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song rec: "sketching on the boat" from when marnie was there

The school day was horrifically long, so much so that I found myself dozing off in my English class. The lectures given by the stocky old teachers made my head hurt as the events of last night replayed over and over in my mind, the image of Leon's crooked smile forever etched in my memory.

Despite what he did to me, I couldn't find the want to be angry at him in that moment.

The dreaded hour of chemistry rolled around, and I found myself sitting awkwardly in my not-assigned-assigned seat. Leon's presence to my right made the hairs on the back of neck raise. My fingers grip the wooden pencil tight, anxiously scribbling down notes about calorimetry in my composition book. As Mrs. Bradshaw droned on about our lab for next class and being safe, I took a peek to my right, stealing a glance at the blonde boy next to me.

His head is tilted down as he jots down notes, and I smile to myself when I remember how disgusting his handwriting was last night. His eyebrows knitted together as he quickly wrote, his ballpoint pen dragging against the college-ruled paper. Leon's hair jostled slightly as his wrist flicked quickly, and I grew to admire his attention to the lecture, but the thought leaves my mind quickly when I remember what had happened between us.

The memory of my oboe slamming into the ground made my gut turn, and I recall the smug smile Leon had when he saw the look of despair on my face.

How could he be so sweet to me despite all that happened?

I don't realize how intently I stared at him until his eyes lock onto my own, and I immediately feel my throat go dry. If my stomach wasn't hurting ten minutes ago, it's definitely hurting now. The pen in Leon's fingers spun between each digits, hypnotically looping. We exchange awkward looks, and his lips twitch and pucker slightly, as if searching for words to say to me, but he couldn't whisper anything due to Mrs. Bradshaw calling for him.

"Mr. Kennedy, you have time to ogle girls after class," she scowls from the front of the room, the think chalk in her hands still on the blackboard. The ace's attention snaps to the teacher, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes dart around in search of an excuse.

"Can't help it, ma'am," Leon says coolly, leaning back into his desk chair with a soft smirk.

"Right... Please don't let me catch you staring at Mrs. (L/n) again, Mr. Kennedy," the woman sighs, resuming her lesson. Leon throws another look my way, and I notice how his leg shakes as he continues to play with the pen in his hand. I flash him an awkward grin before turning my attention back to the notebook on my desk, wanting to focus on my notes again. The last stretch of class begins, and I find myself sneaking glances at Leon more than once.

I don't notice him returning the favour.

"Leon!" I grab the sleeve of his Carhartt jacket as we walk out of the lab, the thick fabric between my fingers as I pull him to the side. He shoots me a glare, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at me with his nose slightly turned up.

"Do you need something?" He sneers at me, eyes piercing and harsh. I swallow dryly as I recognize the hostility in his body language.

"Can we like... talk?" I press, my lips forming a tight frown.

"About what? Your stupid clarinet?" The blonde's eyebrow raises, and I cringe slightly at the sound of him calling my oboe a clarinet.

"Last night... Y'know, how you played the-"

"I have no clue what you're talking about," Leon's nose crinkles as he tugs his wrist out of my grip. I look at him confused, not understanding how he could forget such a moment between us.

"Wh- how could you forget? Remember how we-" Immediately, he grabs the strap of my bookbag and drags me to a less crowded part of the hallway, gently pushing me into a locker with his hands resting atop my shoulders.

"Listen, princess," he sighs. "I can't let people knowing I'm into shit like that, okay? I already get enough talk in this hellhole as it is," he explains to me, and I feel some form of guilt tug at my heart. Even then, I grew even more confused.

"I... but why?" I frown at the boy, feeling tense beneath his grip.

"Whaddya mean 'why'? I just... don't wanna come off as a nerd," Leon chuckles humorlessly. The look on my face deepens.

"Leon," I pull his hands away from my shoulders, holding his left with a gentle squeeze. "Music isn't something you should just... turn away from. Why not share it with your friends?" I see Leon scowl slightly as he tugs his hand out of my grip.

"It isn't that simple..." he sighs, shaking his head softly. Blonde hairs dance around his face, concealing his icy blue eyes from my gaze.

"But-"

"See you around, princess," Leon turns on his heel, readjusting his backpack as he walks away from me as if nothing happened. I feel a headache begin as I scold myself for not stopping him, for not forcing him to talk to me or even pay for the damage he did to my poor oboe. I huff, disappointed in myself as I begin to walk to the band room.

The journey isn't long, and I find myself slumped in my chair towards the back of the room as I set up my trumpet. As I checked the valves of the brass item, the mouthpiece was wedged underneath my thigh to get it warm--a habit I've had since sixth grade. The instrument was greased and oiled to my liking, the valves and slides moving without any problems.

I inserted the mouthpiece before playing a simple chorale, adjusting my lips against the instrument as I tune myself.

"Sweet pea," I hear someone call from my left, knowing immediately that it was just Samantha. I pull my trumpet away from my face, turning my body in the plastic chair to look over at my best friend.

"What's up?" I cock my head to the side, curious as to what she has to say. She's got this funny look on her face as she crouches down to my level.

"Someone told me that you're gunna be tutoring the Kennedy girls... Is it true?" The flutist whispers to me softly. I'm taken aback at this, my brows knitting together.

"Who told you that...?" I give her a concerned expression. She giggles softly.

"Sunday, after church, your mom told my mom about it. I didn't think it was true, so I wanted to confirm with you," Samantha explains, getting up from her hunched position. I roll my eyes.

"Of course she told them," I grumble, flipping the pages of my binder to find the list of pep-tunes being used for this football season. "Yeah, I am. Their dad wanted them to like... be prepared for high school or whatever," I explain, slightly embarrassed. Samantha laughs under her breath.

"I see! Well, if you ever need an extra hand, I'm a drive away," she pats my shoulder before heading to the front of the room, sitting in her chair just inches away from the podium before class began.

Trios.

Glasses of water, stands, and wooden chairs from the dining room sat in the center of my bedroom.

Anxiety filled my stomach as I sit in one of chairs, my leg bouncing up and down as I try to calm myself. The air felt extremely hot all of the sudden as I stare down the book in front of me, the inked staffs and eighth notes taunting me as I await the arrival of the Kennedy girls.

I learned that the youngest was named Sherry. She played the euphonium, and I heard she wasn't the best at it from her father the other day. The other girl, Christina, is a trumpet player. She's a year older than Sherry, and she will be enrolling into Everglade High School next year. Their father speaks pridefully about them, and I can't help but find it a bit cute.

Even so, my nerves never faltered. Especially not when the doorbell rang.

I hear my mother greet the two girls, giving them a warm welcome before stomping up the stairs and towards my room. My heart pounded as I hear a gentle knock on my bedroom door.

"(Y/n)? The girls are here," she states. I stumble out of the wooden chair over to the door, opening it wide to let them in with a sheepish smile.

"Hey! It's good to see you," I awkwardly greet them. They nod at me in a similar manner as they enter my room, their footsteps pit-patting against the floorboards as they carefully walk over to the circle of chairs in the center of my bedroom. I take a seat, which is closest to my bed with my trumpet resting close to the foot of the chair. I clear my throat, trying to ignore the awful tension in the pit of my stomach as I took in the sight of the young girls in front of me.

They sat in the dining chairs daintily, their instrument cases set against the wooden chairs as they settled down. Sherry was a frail thing with baby blue eyes and her blonde hair styled in a low pony with a sweet red ribbon tied on the crown of her head. Her baby-blue vest was checkered, worn over a white dress shirt with a blue tie just under her chin. She also wore baggy cornflower shorts that went down just a hair past her knees.

The other girl, Christina, had chocolate brown hair that flowed freely down her back in long tresses, a bit matted. Her attire consisted of a simple pastel pink sweater and blue jeans that fit her legs a bit loosely. Her eyes were the the same shade of light blue as the rest of her siblings along with their button noses and fair skin. It was easy to tell that they were all related—the Kennedy's had very prominent features, especially with those perfect eyes of theirs.

It was hard to believe these girls are going to start high school so soon with how little they look, but I choose not to comment about it, clearing my throat with a cough before speaking.

"So... let's get to know each other before we start anything...!"

Posture is everything, I've learned.

I spent a good half of the two-and-a-half-hours with the girls trying to figure out why they sounded so... stale before realizing that they were both slouching in their seats. Their backs were hunched over the slightest amount to make them sound so weak while playing, and I had noticed only thirty minutes before our session ended.

Sherry and Chris—I had learned that she preferred to be called Chris—sat straight in their respective dining chairs, shoulders back with their bums at the edges of their seats. The younger of the two looked so little with the big ole euphonium planted in their lap that I was worried Sherry couldn't reach the mouthpiece at one point. Despite our bumps throughout the lesson, I came to like the Kennedy Girls.

Sherry, despite looking as fragile as a porcelain doll, wasn't afraid to get dirty. She easily slicked her fingers up with slide grease when I asked her to check her instrument before we tuned together, and even threatened to bet with her older sister about drinking valve oil which I immediately broke up. Even so, she was soft spoken for the most part, only ever getting rowdy if she was talking to her sister.

Chris was naturally smart-mouthed—it reminded me so much of her dear old brother. The difference between her when we first began the lesson to the end was quite apparent, it was hard to believe she was shy at all. The brunette played the trumpet quite well for her age, and I found myself satisfied with how she and Sherry learned so quickly.

"I think that's a enough for today, yeah?" I rest my trumpet on my lap and give the girls a soft smile. They nod in agreement, and I watch their jaws wiggle back and worth uncomfortably. I chuckle softly. "Go ahead and pack up and then I'll walk you two home, okay?"

"Okay!" they hum in unison, immediately reaching for their soft cases beneath their chairs. I get up to set my own instrument on my bed before leaving my bedroom, walking towards the bathroom just down the hall. Halfway through the short distance, a fake cough snaps me out of my thoughts. To my right is Damien's room, the door wide open to show me his lazy self lounging on his messy bed. I raise an eyebrow at him, my arms crossing below my chest.

"What do you want, Dami?" I tap my foot against the ground expectantly. He sticks his tongue out with a blank expression, looking at me upside on his bed.

"You guys are super loud," the idiot comments. You click your tongue at this.

"We're playing brass instruments. Of course we're loud," I walk away from his door and continue towards the bathroom.

I ignore his quips as I wash my hands, making quick work to get back to the girls. When I walk back into my room, I see them close my window and lock it, and an uneasy feeling fills my stomach. The two children notice me with light blushes dusting their faces, and I cock my head to the side questioningly.

"Was I interrupting something...?" I ask hesitantly. They shake their heads as a no, hands behind their back like ducklings as they try to act innocent. I decide it's best to not pester and keep the questions to myself.

"Are you two ready to go home then? I'm sure your dad wants you home for dinner," I walk towards the door of my bedroom, motioning them to follow. I watch them pick up their instruments before waddling up to me.

We walk out to the lower story together, the two girls trailing behind me. I lead the out the door silently, bidding my parents goodbye as we stepped out onto the porch. The autumn sun began to set, painting the sky in perfect hues of gold, pink, and blue as us three walked across the street. The distance to their house was short and sweet, and we stood on the front doorstep in a matter of seconds. The Kennedy Girls turn to face me, crooked-toothed smiles on their faces.

"Thank you for the lesson today, Missus!" they beam, and I feel my heart squeeze. I ignore the fact that they called me "missus" and flash them a smile back.

"Of course. I'll see you girls tomorrow in the high school band room, okay?" I remind them. Sherry looks a bit confused, but Chris quickly nods before dragging her sister into the house. When the door opens, I spot Leon standing a few steps away in the hall, watching us with a glass of milky-pink liquid in his hand.

He looked so innocent and sweet, but I wouldn't be fooled.

The ace has a cold look in his eyes, the same eyes the Kennedy family seemed to all share. His peachy lips are pressed into a tight, thin line as he glares at me from his spot in the hall before he looks down at his sisters with a cheesy smile that reaches his ears. It was almost terrifying how quickly his demeaner changed.

The door shut close with a light slam a soft clicking sound, telling me that the girls locked it.

I hold my breath as I begin the journey back to my home, silently wishing that tonight I can hear the sweet strum of a guitar before I go to bed.

finally the fifth part UHHHH this one kinda sucked i dunno i am kinda just doing what i want but ermmm..,

stay tuned for a self indulgent side story soon,,,,.,.,.,,..?

also yay this is now officially cross-posted on my ao3 under the same username!!

taglist: @bonnibuckets @umooooo74 @kurawooooooo @ilovemen1242 @elliewilliamsno1simp @v1v1dst4rs @iyagikkun @ir3nic-sluvv

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil/biohazard #fanfic #biohazard #>>high school sweethearts: lsk #leon kennedy x reader angst

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yersina · 8 months

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a linguist plays chants of sennaar (pt 4)

[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3] [x] [pt 5]

we're getting close to the end, guys!!

disclaimer: can't promise that i'll have any insights that a layperson wouldn't have, this is kinda just me thinking through the grammar of the language out loud haha.

this post covers the fourth language and will contain spoilers! it also assumes that you know what the symbols mean already.

additional note: i went and added alt text to my previous posts in this series! sorry for not having them before :)

numbers!!!!!!!!

before i get into anything else, i think i might as well start with numbers, which are the most unique part of this language and really leans into the portrayal of this society as mathematical and scientific lol. like the arabic numeral system, this number system is base 10, which we can see from the ruler. whether it’s base 10 or not isn’t super relevant to the gameplay or the language, i think?? except that it mimics the arabic numeral system, so it’s familiar to us. i am not a mathematician or logician or what-have-you, so i wouldn’t know—my expertise does not lie in this area lol

we only have evidence in the game for numbers with up to 4 digits (one on each side and end of the center line) so we don't know how the alchemists would've represented really big numbers. however, the placement of the four numerical digits around the central line suggests to me that this language might have a system that counts by four digit placements, rather than three. (to clarify: in western cultures, we often count and represent numbers in groups of three: thousand (1,000), million (1,000,000), and so on, with a new word for each set of three digit places. in many east asian languages, large numbers are represented in groups of four instead (examples that came to mind were chinese, japanese, and korean, but that’s just what i’m personally familiar with; there certainly might be others). in chinese, we have 万 (10,000) and 亿 (100,000,000), single words instead of “ten thousand” and “hundred million”. the word for million is “hundred-ten thousand” (百万).) since this language naturally seems to represent numbers in groups of four, that's my suspicion. unfortunately, the addition-only calculator in lab 2 only goes up to 9999, so we don't know what happens at five digits; my best guess is that the center line changes (maybe becomes two lines instead of just one, since one line also represents 0?), but obv there's no guarantee.

moving on from numbers, this language is relatively consistent when it comes to visual representation of linguistic categories: verbs have an open circle, locations have the sideways u/semi-circle deal, and people have a triangle-plus-line element to them. interestingly, “fear” once again is more of a noun than a verb in this language in terms of appearance. at this point, i’m inclined to think that this a quirk of the developers, rather than the language; even though fear is often used as a verb in the language itself, its appearance denotes that it’s primarily a noun, which may indicate that the game developers also thought of it as a noun first and verb second.

other interesting combinations of elements/radicals in the language include “mine”, which combines the radical for location and the triangular feature of scientific elements/materials (i.e, “the location where you can find materials”). the word for “seek/want” and “laboratory” share a radical, which suggests that that radical means something like “answer” or “curiosity” or something like that. another fun thing i noted is that the word for “alchemist” shares a similar shape to “i/me”, which might be indicative of a thought like “i am an alchemist”, and that those two concepts are linked, culturally or historically. i also think it’s interesting that “fire” and “fear” visually look more similar to each other than the other nouns—again, could possibly indicate something about how the alchemists conceptualize them? they obviously live in an environment where they encountered monsters that were scared of fire, and they in turn were scared of the monsters—i wouldn’t be surprised if it were the case that these were connected in that way.

i’ve been trying to figure out if this language has a particular pattern when it comes to representing words with an open circle vs dot, but so far i can’t find anything. might just be random/artistic choice!

this language once again returns to the pattern of being SVO, with plural suffixes rather than prefixes like the warrior language. in fact, i would say that grammatically, especially in terms of sentence structure, the warriors and the alchemists seem to be the most similar. no verb-initial languages in this game i’m afraid, haha.

one more language to go!!

#sina rambles #sina plays chants of sennaar #chants of sennaar #linguistics #language

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itsror9 · 2 months

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Help Mohammad's Family Evacuate from Gaza

“Over the past two years, my life journey has shifted from a tale of digital marketing success on social media platforms and Google to one marked by renewed challenges. Losing my job, along with essential equipment and contracts disrupted by internet outages, has set me back to square one, with a loss totaling around $3000. I’m Mohammed and this is my story.

Residing in Gaza, my family has weathered the storms of unjust wars and oppression. We had lost our home in the 2014 war, and after much difficulty in compensating for that loss, we faced a new setback in 2023 war on Gaza, losing everything we had recently acquired (our home, jobs and even our neighbourhood that had completely wiped out). We're now seven individuals without a real shelter, currently residing in displacement areas in the southern part of Gaza Strip that is unsuitable for living. We have no way even to return; everything is destroyed and we cannot even find away to stay alive! I spend my whole day thinking about my family and if we will survive this unbearable and unimaginable situation in this chaotic world. Hence, l started this crowdfunding campaign to help them out and find away to save their lives apart of the never-ending bombardments and military airplanes as my father needs an urgent treatment abroad after being injured in our house bombing. There are still fragments in his body that haven't been removed due to a lack of medical services and equipments.

My immediate family involves: Ismail Mahmoud (father), Iman Mohamed (mother), Areej (sister), Israa (sister), Mustafa (brother), and Abdul Rahman (little brother), a 14-year-old student whose educational pursuits were abruptly halted, depriving him of opportunities in English language learning and programming activities.

Israa, serving as both a STEM Lab Trainer and chemistry teacher, stands out in her ability to engage children in practical and enjoyable science education, guiding them through contemporary projects in artificial intelligence and evolution.

Mustafa, a young fashion entrepreneur, launched his clothing store in 2021 with a passion for style. Sadly, he faced a devastating setback, losing over $10,000. Now, he's determined to rebuild from scratch and restore his livelihood despite all the damage around. You can make a difference in his journey to recovery by supporting him in so many ways.

If you look deeply at my family, you’ll foresee how successful we were before this war!

Thus, The dire conditions in refugee camps pose an imminent threat, compelling us to seek refuge for my family to rebuild our lives with dignity and security. Therefore, We hope to raise over $70,000 for a safe life and to start a new dignified life from scratch again, including $40,000 to ensure our safe passage through the Rafah crossing, where the cost of crossing ranges between $5000 and $7000 per person. This will enable us to continue our professional lives and education without fear or terror.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a significant impact in saving a family that has endured multiple wars and seeks safety. Thanks for showing love and support!”

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olderthannetfic · 8 months

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Been scrolling through reddit and saw a post about using lapslock in fanfiction. One person commented that a young person had told them that they didn't know about the use of the shift key because nobody taught them about it in school and that they always activated capslock to capitalize a character and then deactivated it again, and my brain just... cannot compute.

Do people never just try out stuff? I am a very anxious person, too, and worry about stuff going wrong if I do stuff I don't know enough about (for example when cooking, I stick to the instructions word-for-word and then panic if I'm not entirely sure how to interpret that specific instruction or when I was in a lab for chemistry at uni, I accidentally annoyed the people watching over us because I was too overly anxious and worried I might cause an explosion - both in situations where it could have happened and in situations where it definitely couldn't happen), but like... how?

When I was in school, everyone around me seemed to just use one of the accent keys (as in ´ and ` ) as an apostrophe, especially in English class (we learned it as a secondary language). At one point, I thought "hey, isn't it weird that for that symbol to appear you always have to tap the spacebar after pressing the actual key?" and went to just try out that other key that looked suspiciously similar to an apostrophe... aka the actual apostrophe key. I know this example is silly, but I don't get how people just never try out stuff like that, especially when it's in a relatively "safe" environment like a digital space in a document on a computer.

Then again, I do kinda get being a little too careful... I once played GTA Online on PS4 with a friend and thought I could mute other people's microphones for myself so I'd only communicate with my friend via our headphones, and accidentally reported a bunch of people because I didn't pay enough attention and didn't notice that this button was not just to mute other people... still feel bad about that three years later although those people I wanted to mute mostly just yelled insults at each other and us.

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theangrycomet-art · 9 months

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Loontics Unleashed: Tunnel Vision

The latest band climbing up the charts in Acemtropolis, they are one of the first non-human bands to gain recognition (as well as notoriety) in recent years after winning a record label with Acme Records in 2068.

They're technically a rock band, though they tend to explore genres.

They are scheduled to preform at the 2774 Basherball Championship halftime show, despite the more recent threats sent to them.

Lore Below:

Don't mess with any of the band member's equipment ESPECIALLY their instruments. Jax get's particularly nasty when her guitar is touched.

Dakota Frog

performer name: Lily Pad

she/her

lead vocals/bass

Writes most of the songs with Jax

in charge of choreography

Descendant of Michigan J Frog

used to suffer from severe stage fright so she could only sing in front of one person at a time

luckily she's conquered this fear with Tunnel Vision

cool headed though she isn't above getting into mischief

Jesse Rabbit (Rodger/Jessica Rabbit descendant)

Performer name: Dust Bunny

he/him

Speaks several languages-> translates their songs

Drummer/ male vocals

Descendant of Rodger and Jessica Rabbit

clutsiest of the group, he does the least amount of stunts during their shows

smooth talker- he manages their contracts and ensures they get paid fairly

acts dumber than he is so people underestimate him

Marcy the Martian

Performer Name: Asteroid Bebe

she/her

Proper Title: Crown Princess Mihl’ah Tyr'ah,

Keyboardist/ rapper

sound engineer with Jax

Daughter of Empress Tyr'ahnee and Commander X2, cousins with Melvin

though polite and well-meaning, she is regularly impeded by her short temper (this has improved as she has found an outlet through thier music)

initially visited Earth as a culture study

she's perfectly content to chill on earth for the next century or two

tranlsate's their songs into Martian, giving them a LARGE fandom amongst the Martian Empire

Jacqueline “Jax” E Coyote

performer name: Sandy Lane

she/

9 string guitar/ lead vocals

sound engineer with Marcy

Writes most of the songs with Dakota

See Link^^^

protective over her bandmates, she's usually the one to tell people off if they are crossing a line

Tech's sister

Albums:

2769: Sour Candy (the love song/bittersweet album going over the highs and lows of a relationships)

Tug a War

Heart Murmurs

Eat it Too

Mind over Matter

(I love you, Lady!) Buh bye!

Ladies and Gents

Double Blind Date

My Demons are my Angels

rock cover of “Hello my Baby”

2770: Don’t worry, this is Just a Test (experimental album)

No Martian’s were Harmed in the Making of this Song

What is this thing?

Pliers and Wires (the diffusing bomb song)

Murphy’s Law (The Disaster Song)

Self Destruct Button

Never Have I Ever

Never again

Zap!

Gravity (thou art a heartless bitch)

No Sounds in Space

2772: Open Season (the angry album)

Count the Teeth

Leash Laws (This Bitch Bites)

Playboy Bunnies (Bad Hare Day)

Bring back the Noise (I hope you Croak)

Four Digits are All I Need (to Slap You)

Swallowing Honeybees

Pelt on the Wall

Feather Duster

Dynamite in my Piano

2773: Insurance won’t Cover This (direct callout to how the comet situation was addressed)

What’s up, Doc?

Second Skin

You wanna put what in my what?

Arm Cast

Scalpel to the Forehead

Surgery won’t fix This

The Bone Doctor

Empty Vase

Blow my Chest Clean Off

Hospital Fees

Freaks

2774: Highlighter Pack (dedicated to the Loonatics)

Comet

Start your Engines

Let’s Jet

On my Radar

Eye of the Storm

TNT’s the New Ibuprofen

Dodging Bullets, Throwing Stones

Lab Safety

Highlighter Pack

#Loonatics Unleashed #LU OC #LU #Jacqueline Coyote #Jax E Coyote #Lily Pad #Dakota J Frog #Marcy the Martian #Asteroid Bebe #Reese Rabbit #Dust Bunny #Tunnel Vision #OC Lore #AU Lore #TheAngryComet ART #angrycomet rambles #Fan Relatives #Loonatics OC

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maireadralph · 9 months

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Entrapdak Zine 6 - Festive. Submissions OPEN!

Apologies for the delay in getting this open Please feel free to check out the Entrapdak Secret Santa event I’m also running at the moment (links are in my pinned post)

Anyway this is the post for Entrapdak Zine 6 - Festive!

The deadline for this will be Friday DEC 1st 2021 at 9AM GMT. What’s that in your timezone? Click here for a Handy Dandy Countdown:

I am flexible on this Deadline so anything that arrives on this date or by my 9am the next day is allowed (I’m in the GMT timezone BTW)

I am LESS flexible on the Extension Deadline

The Zine will be out before Christmas. The actual date is flexible and dependant on when all the Submissions come in and my own personal work schedule.

So most of this is the same as the last few - really if it ain’t broke don’t fit it! Also a polite reminder I am only one person running this and I am a part time Barista. It may take me a little time to reply to emails/comments especially after the deadline time (when I have the most amount of work to do on this project) so please be patient with me.

Our basic guidelines are the same as before, with just a few minor updates:

This will be:

A Digital Zine containing content created by the fans for the fans

A 100% Free Zine

Preferred Language is English

SFW content suitable for a Y7-PG13 age range (same as the show’s age rating)

You may notice I run this different to other zines as there is no sign up period, just submit work before the deadline - I’d rather people have more time to work on their pieces

Anyone can submit regardless of age or skill level - this is not a job application - just follow the guidelines and email in your work

Submission can be Fan Writing (poems, fan fiction, character analysis, eassys etc), Fan Art, or even photos of your Entrapdak IRL content (cosplays, fancrafts etc)! You can submit an older work that you have published online previously if you wish - or even update a work you submitted to the last Zine! Just have fun!

Guidelines applicable to all work:

Content Age Rating:

Like the show this Zine will contain content rated Y7 and PG13 rated - so please no swearing

There WILL BE NO NSFW or 18+ content - where possible let’s keep this suitable for all ages please

Sub note on character minimum clothing requirements:

for male presenting characters to be speedos/underpants

for female presenting characters to be a bikini/bra and underpants

if not sure please use the female presenting criteria

Theme:

This issue’s theme if you wish to use it is:

“Festive”

This theme is a suggestion and if you’d rather make an Entrapdak piece without this theme please feel free to do so. I want you to have fun!

Allowed Characters:

As long as both Entrapta and Hordak are the main focus and the piece follows Age Rating it will be allowed.

Other allowed characters in the Entrapdak family include Emily, Imp and the Clones (also known as Spacebats)…yes weirdly this also includes Horde Prime.

Other She-Ra characters will be allowed but Entrapdak is to be the core element.

Phew that’s a lotta text sorry about that - now on to the fun stuff! What sort of stuff is allowed?

Sex Swap AU, Species Swap AU, Furry AU, Toony AU, Anime AU, Fankid AU, Coffee Shop AU, married AU, Spacebat AU, just besties AU just to name the few that pop into my head! Oh yeah Canon Lab Partners Entrapdak too…hehe nearly forgot about that one XD. Make something Entrapdak related that’s PG13 rated and have fun!!

Fan Writing guidelines:

This includes fan fiction, analysis eassys, poetry or whatever else you’d like to write about. I would ask this content to be between 1k-10k words in length, it’s not a big deal if the writing is over 10k or even if it’s 20k - write whatever your story needs. If you’d like to write Chapters then please do!

Written work can be emailed in the body of text, sent as pdf attachment or as a link to a Google Doc - I can work with any of those.

Please include you name/username somewhere as it helps. If there’s no name on the piece I’ll add one at the start with the title.

Fan Art guidelines:

Fan art can include rough sketches, screencap redraws, comics (appox 1-10 pages length), coloured sketches or full colour pieces.

Fan art can be in the digital or traditional medium.

Traditional fan art can either be submitted as a photo or scanned, which ever you prefer.

Preferred sizing for Digital art is as follows, my aim to to have everything on International (UK) A4 paper sizing where possible*

2480px x 3508pm DPI 132

Portrait layout is preferred**

PNG is preferred but I will understand if you only wish to send a workable JPEG

The aspect ratio (width:height) of A4 paper is 1:1.4142 (1:√2)

If you need a template here’s one -> Here’s a prepared A4 Canvas PSD File (2480pm x 3508px 300DPI) if you’d like to download it and use it <- Template

Notes:

*Images outside these sizings are still okay but may end up with a white border on the edges due to the PDF publishing settings.

**Images in the landscape layout will get boarders when posted on a portrait page due to the PDF publishing settings, however if I receive landscape art I will make some extra pages at the end of the Zine and attempt to turn landscape art into a two page spread (which does look awesome!).

How to Apply:

Make your content and email it to entrapdakzineisluvd[at]gmail.com by JULY 1st 2023

Please make sure to include your Social Media contacts and which name or username you wish to be identified by. If you forget to include social media details and have been a part of a previous Zine I’ll use the details I have on file

I will reply to confirm I have received the content and that’s it I take care of the rest!

Please note I DO NOT KEEP any records of anyone’s email addresses. When the Zine is out I batch delete all emails sent to the email address (this is usually done a week after the Zine is out) and I keep no further records of these address. I respect your email privacy at all times.

The only records I keep on Zine applications is a private Google Sheet that has the following details: Submitter’s name, rough description of the item submitted and their social media contacts. I’m the only person with access to this Google Sheet as I use this as a Master List reference when compiling the Zine

FAQs:

Why no Application form?

I don’t want anyone to feel like they are applying for a job here, this is supposed to be fun.

Will there be Guest Artists or Guest Writers?

If they apply sure, I’m not advertising who applies to be a part of this Zine until it’s ready to be published. I don’t want anyone to feel intimidated just because a certain person has chosen to participate.

Can I submit more than one piece?

If you’d like to certainly! If you’d like to submit up to three pieces of art and 3 fan writings, sure go for it! I’m certainly not going to stop anyone having a good time

May I post a preview of my work to my Followers?

Sure! Bonus points if you link them to this post so that they can take part if they wish

May I post my work online?

I would ask if you could please wait until the issue featuring your work is published. Of course this does not apply if you are chosen to submit and older work - in this case may I ask that you edit or add to said post to mention the work was also used in the Zine?

Is this only for people with a [insert certain social media account here]?

Nope, this is for anyone who wants to take part. I only ask for a social media contact so that others who like you work for the Zine may follow you on your preferred social media platform.

Can I send an update to a piece?

Of course! Just let me know which piece you want to use and I’ll update on my end

Can I send another piece on later?

Of course that’s not a problem!

Ah I can’t get this done before the deadline - it’s almost ready!!! I need another day!!!!

Contact me, either through the submitting email over via my Tumblr or Twitter DMs or just emailing the email address. There is extra time allowed for an extension for anyone who needs it with no questions asked to why it is needed. Just get in contact, I'll put you name on the Extension List and that extra time is yours. Once all names come in (or the deadline is reached) I will finish up my work and get the zine out. I will not be sending out a further reminder (because I’ll forget sorry 😅).

Why don’t you make the Extension time public?

Because I can’t finish up the Zine if extra stuff comes in at the last second - I get jittery enough with final deadlines so this is how I manage my stress

More Entrapdak Zines??

Sure why not? If the community still wants them I’ll keep compiling them ever three or so months. I’ve seen what us nerds can do!

Where can I find the finished Zine?

All finished Zines are all hosted on a shared Google Drive folder https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1My_hDY8NmOWV7v6z0sYi0TSvxv07WowX Please share it with your other Entrapdak friends when it is ready.

Thank you for making it all the way to the end of this WALL of TEXT. It’s pretty much exactly the same as the Zine 4 and 5’s but with a few minor changes.

#hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #spop #fanzine #fandom #fandom event #entrapdak zine #upcoming events

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waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle · 10 months

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Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Chapter 6

Credits:chos_1129 on Instagram for the headline art.

Pairing: Miguel x reader

Summary: y/n is a kind hearted nurse who’s life gets turned upside down as she get fired from one the most prestigious hospitals in NYC , desperate , she start filing job applications wherever. Coincidentally a stressed Miguel is looking for a nurse due to a big amount of spider people getting injured due to the surprisingly large amount of anomalies happening in the spider verse. What could go wrong is these two meet?

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think), child care (fluff) and a little bit of angst

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

Pairing: Miguel x reader

For previous or future chapters check out masterlist.

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After devouring last night's overtime fee, you started to prepare some supplies so you could keep them at hand after that you started to check out the new microhematocrit centrifuge you purchased with the company’s card so you could run some anemia tests, you suspected many spider people suffered this condition due to poor nutrition and lack of sleep.

You pulled up some blood tests you had in the fridge and look at the machine in front of you.

After some seconds of thought, you concluded that you didn’t know how to operate this machine, and you didn’t remember your lab testing classes since your specialty didn’t require it much. To your bad luck, your bots that usually took care of this job were busy digitalizing some handwritten patient charts.

You were too occupied trying to figure out how the machine worked that you failed to notice a large figure creeping into the room, you only noticed its presence when you felt its aura tower behind you.

-“Need a hand?”-Questioned a well-known husky voice while he looked down at you.

As you turned around your nose almost met with Miguel’s chest, due to this you quickly inhaled his scent; your nose picked up the same odor from his car mixed with a mint soap. You took a step back to create some personal space but that made your back bump against the lab table, soon your gaze captured Miguel dressed in a black t-shirt that hung tight on his biceps paired with cargo pants the same color. This amazing view made you a little flustered, how were you supposed to act cool when such a handsome man was seducing each one of your senses?

You quickly regained your stance and smirked at him and replied to him in a mocking tone.

-“What do you know about this?”

“-A lot, actually.”- He replied while opening up a hidden lid in the centrifuge before organizing the four blood samples diagonal to each other, as he finished doing this he put the lid back on so he could then move the knobs skillfully which lead to the machine started to work like magic to your eyes.-“what would your patients say if they knew their dear nurse doesn’t know how to operate a simple centrifuge. To save you the embarrassment I’ll keep quiet, it’ll be our little secret.”

You looked back at Miguel who was grinning like that was the best comeback of the century, unbeknownst to you his smile was partially because he could help you out to compensate for last night's care.

You decided to continue playing along with his game.

-“Didn’t know they taught how to operate lab machines at spider camp.”

He let out an unamused chuckle and replied.

-“I might have to report you to HR for belittling me, lll let you know that I used to work as a Geneticist; so give me some credit .”

-“Wait we have Hr?”-You questioned.

-“I am HR.”

Your eyes glared at him unimpressed.

-“Somebody got up on the right side of the bed today. Anyway, I know you keeping my darkest secret isn’t gonna come out for free so what can I help you with ”- You joked while returning to your duties.

Soon Miguel’s face returned to the serious Expression you were used to.

-“I need you to remove my splint, there’s probably going to be some anomalies that need my attention today and the foil from the splint is messing up some features from My suit.”

Your heart sank a little when you noticed he didn’t come to visit you, he came only to be able to exercise his duty without any impediments even if it meant tossing your advice to the side.

-“I am not gonna do that Miguel, you may ask another healthcare provider to do it for you but I don’t want anything that could happen to you to be on my conscience.”-You calmly said in a monotone voice.

Miguel took a step back and crossed his arms while tilting his head to the side, “No” was a word that he was not used to hearing; he hoped you ignored his blank stare while he figure out how to erase that god-awful word from your vocabulary.

-“No…?”

-“No.”

-“Why not, it’s not like it’s your business anyway.”- He coldly argued.

You turned your neck in a snap in reaction to the return of his rude attitude, you glared at him in disbelief. You thought you were starting to get close but you quickly realized that Miguel was not a man of friends.

-“I’m not even gonna waste my breath answering that. Please leave my infirmary If that’s all you’re gonna request.”

-“You really think it’s that easy to get rid of me?”

Before you almost opened your mouth to start a quarrel Peter Parker walked in a hurry with mayday climbing on his head.

-“Hey Buddy! Why aren’t you answering your watch, Jessica needs some help on Earth 9214. Some sort of jumbo octopus.”

Miguel proceeded to scrunch his nose in confusion.

-“That's strange it didn’t beep at all, I guess you’ll have to lend me your mask cause someone’s being a brat and won’t let me do my job.”

Peter looked at him with a microscopic smile.

One tap.

Two taps.

6 Taps.

Nothing.

Miguel’s watch didn’t respond , it acted like it had been frozen, Miguel called Lyla through Peter’s watch to get to the bottom of this accident, the strawberry blonder eccentrically explained that watches with too much use have a chance of malfunctioning when not properly being able to download a new upgrade, hence the reason of this shut down of communications of other feature.

-“Oh no, what should we do now?”- cried out Peter in fake agony.

-“Are you a witch or something? I bet you have something to do with this.”-Murmured Miguel while he glared at you; trying to work his gadget you resigned to giving him the ugliest stare possible.

Lyla gave him a side eye, artificially nervous that he may catch onto them and make her dress in a hideous uniform, so she decided to meddle in the argument a bit before he realizes she froze his watches because Peter convinced her that if he got a break he would stop being such a pain in the ass.

-“Well I guess it can’t be helped! Guess I gotta go, keep an eye on Mayday will ya.”- Peter threw the baby at Miguel with full certainty that he would catch her then Peter disappeared with Lyla in a blink of a portal.

You looked over at the pink-cheeked baby with hair as fiery as her personality, the little girl traced Miguel's cheekbones while poking his nostril and some other random parts of his face which made your heart soften.

-“If you want you can leave her with me, you don’t look like a kid's kinda guy.”-you murmured this out not forgetting how rude he was to you earlier.

-“That kinda guy or not, you shouldn’t betray a parent's trust if they leave you in care of their most prized being, so you best believe I’m not letting her out of my sight until he gets back.”-He responded while fixing the collar on maydays shirt.

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After three hours of heavy-duty child care you and Miguel left your differences behind, it was time for Mayday’s mid-day nap but she wouldn’t sleep even tho she wouldn’t stop yawning and rubbing her eyes.

-“If we don’t get her to bed in half an hour, she’s gonna be an inconsolable cranky mess by the looks of it.”- You warned.

—“Let's turn the lights off, maybe that’ll make her sleepy.”

As soon as the lights came off Miguel positioned Mayday's head on her should while he slowly patted her back, his mouth let out a song made out of soft sh shhhh.

You felt bad for misjudging him earlier, you finally accepted that he was a man of responsibility but he didn’t acknowledge that stampeding over anyone to fulfill his duty was truly not the best option. Your heart melted at such cute sight; I mean it’s a small baby and a big man, how were you supposed to resist???

He walked around the room hoping the bounce of his steps would help rock the baby better, Mayday was on the brink of slumber she just needed a final step to fall asleep.

You brainstormed what could finally push her to sleep, and suddenly an idea came to you. You ran out of the infirmary looking for peters bag in the lockers, finally, you found a dark red tote baby bag which contained what you were looking for, some formula and a bottle.

After a few minutes you managed to get back to the infirmary in silence, you signaled to Miguel to lay her down on the bed, and after he did you gave her the bottle which she held down on her own, when she was halfway through bottle her sucking slowed down to end up stopping, with this you realized she finally fell asleep.

You and Miguel’s back physically relaxed, he gave you a thumbs up before being two stools from the desk near Mayday’s bed so you could both keep an eye on her while she slept.

-“You did pretty well today.”- You let out a warm smile.

-“Only doing my job.”- He joked.

-“I didn’t know you were good with kids sorry I miss judged you.”

-“For better or for worse; I’m a box of surprises, I don’t blame you I wasn’t as cordial as I could be today, I’m just not used to people looking out for me. That’s all.”

-“Guess we will be getting to know each other a lot from now on.”

-“You want to learn about me?”- He questioned with a small grin.

-“Why not? Here let’s do a dynamic, I ask you a question then you’ll ask me a question.”

-“Sure, but only because I’m burning time.”

You laid your head on the bed after asking Miguel the dumbest question known to humankind which he shortly responded with a lengthy reply.

In the middle of his storytelling, he noticed you fell asleep, he went to the storage room and brought down a blanket so he could lay on your back while you dozed off, he wanted to stay up and keep guard but after seeing you sleep so peacefully while taking a long deep breath, so Miguel decided to give himself a break and lay his head right next to yours so he could use his arm as a pillow.

Before he knew it he rested his eyes and fell asleep, for the next hour you two laid face to face; enjoying the silence and the contrast of each other’s warmth with the cool breeze of the air conditioner

That hour Miguel slept with all the tranquility and peace of the world.

A/n: another day another slay.literally 2 weeks felt

like a week sorry , love y’all kiss kiss 💋

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zikadraws · 2 years

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Since I've been back at it lately, I thought I'd present my latest version of Agent 4 ! It's the one that I would consider "closest to canon". Enjoy.

Now time for some extrapolating, buckle up 'cuz it's gonna be long (orange text for more personal headcanons) :

The canon site mentions that 4 was "too busy with [extra]curriculars" to know about the Squid Sisters. So I picked up on that, and now 4 is a squid who picks interests in many things at the same time !

They are sixteen years old when they meet Marie.

They go by they/she and is genderqueer

Technically their 'canon' name (result banners name) is "Surume" which happens to translates to "Shredded dried squid" but we're gonna ignore that they don't really like their name, so they think 4 sounds more rad. Edit : her complete name is Surume Eurasia NITPICK.

They have a very hyperactive brain, fueled by passion and satisfaction of discovery, and they are always looking forward for new stuff. (Canon describe them as "Down for whatever" and pretty much opportunistic and not thinking much about it.) So they have a HUGE knack for science, because they love the "F#€! around and find out" aspect of it.

They are curious about EVERYTHING and once they get interest, they must find out exactly how it functions, in all its details and lore if you will. This curiosity got them in trouble by the past.

Their curriculum (in my head) is bioengineering. They are astonishingly efficient in a lab. Though they are eager the entire time, so really the hardest thing the school had to teach them is how to follow the scientific procedure properly. (Consider all options, make differential schemes, write down everything, etc...) (Marie actually helps them with their studying method sometimes)

Their specialties are :

The topic of "waves", such as soundwaves and brainwaves. They studied the respawn points in excruciating detail on their own, and wrote an essay about squid souls, and how every living thing has its own "DNA Vibe" that can be retraced like a data log if deciphered and even exploitable if translated as a code. That essay was very detailed and got many professors *concerned* that it made sense.

Because of #1, they have a big interest about 'Souls' (which are an acquired Fact™ in this society by at least a century) and how they can be resurrected, identified, interfered with and conserved.

The topic of cell division, DNA, how a primal organism follows a program of growth.

They have artificially conserved fish embryos, and are coming to a point where they can fully develop them in vitro.

They have engineered a device that can scan an object (small to middle size) and represent it in 3D, in its deepest layers. You can put that on a computer or tablet and analyse and deconstruct the layers. They actually patented this one. It isn't new as a concept, but it's a handheld version. Also a device that can pick up brainwaves and translate them as digital writing. Several languages. Main issue here is the headaches and picking it from a distanced target, but they're definitely gonna patent this one too.

They are working on a project that they name "Primal Cell". Basically a cell with no specific purpose at its beginning, that can be "coded" through an interface into developing into a specific organism (one that one has the code and variety pattern for). It's their life project.

They mainly do all that for fun technically, but they want to use that for medical purposes, notably people with chronic illness, very bad mutations or terminal disease. After hearing about the Subway, it adds another possible use to their list. Also great communication innovating leap horizons.

They are big buddies with Sheldon because they both like infodumping and 4 is pretty good at crafting and weapon ideas, and helping him out with testing, and he helps them with material supplying, and once they start talking, it quickly sounds like intense seagull bantering. Both screaming over the other. Hellish.

They are shy and awkward with people at first meet but the second they're comfortable with you, oooh, buddy...

They're roommates with 8, nicknamed "Night" because N+8, on Marie's request. Night learned more with her in a week than she would have in six months of private classes. Night really likes 4. Night feels more at ease with them than with 3. Night stayed with them at Inkopolis during the whole Splatlands thing. I would recommend a check up on Night and 4.

They grew out of the city but close enough by, they were adopted and had two dads. One was a firework maker.

Versatile, wields all weapons pretty decently, also learned to summon them at will as well as her inventory through specific ink bending, which is technically illegal. She may be working on making the inventory able to fit in *bigger* items. Also has a specific interest with ink manipulation.

They're kinda very clueless, yet have an extremely developed sense of intuition.

They have a bad tendency to brush their problems and feelings under the rug, despite being pretty self-aware. They're a walking contradiction lol

They can often be mentally exhausting sadly, including for themselves ; and either brush off feelings or have an overwhelming empathetic reaction. The whole "Get yourself hurt because you think like a flea circus all the time" kind of thing.

🟠 They worked for five years at Grizzco part-time for money, up to Profreshional, but ended up quitting because they were way too curious for their own good and did something they knew would get them fired or worse, so they preferred to quit before anyone could fire them 'cause quitting looks better on the employment papers than being fired. Grizz had seriously his eyes on them by the end of it though. They always asked too many questions. 🟠

They're the embodiment of Chaotic Dumbass who also happens to everyone's surprise to be a Literal Scientific Genius.

Aaand that's about it I think.

So as you can see my version of Agent 4 is still pretty chaotic, true to their team of choice, though they have a lot going on for themselves. They have the potential to become the greatest bioengineering scientist of their time, hopefully for the better.

Though they are sure to face some though moral dilemmas during that process.

I can definitely tell that I'm falling back into my Splatoon phase so expect more intense bs to come, if you have questions or comments about them or related, don't hesitate !

Thank you~✨🙏🎶

#splatoon agent 4 #agent 4 #agent 4 splatoon #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon headcanon #agent 8 #grizzco #long post #orange text lol sorry for your eyes #inkling #oc i guess #subject to editing #anyways

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mariaofdoranelle · 2 years

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Dick Awards

Rowan Week day 7: Aelin admiring Rowan

Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned

Warnings: language, NSFW (very), accidental use of hallucinogens, 64 mentions of the male genitalia and a lot of male sexual objectification

Word count: 6,8k

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Thousands of likes. Rowan had joined this out of pity, and this fucking tweet had thousands of likes already.

RULES

- No minors allowed

- DM this account your dick pic

- To avoid scams, the picture must contain #DickAwards on handwriting. Can be in any way from body paint to holding a post-it note, but digital writing won’t be allowed.

“Did you submit your dick?” Aelin said from behind his ear.

Startled, Rowan jumped on his seat and choked on his breakfast. Trying to recompose himself, he asked, “What the fuck, Ace?”

She smirked. “I’m sorry, is Rowan Junior too sensitive for this topic?”

“We’re not talking about this.”

“About the Dick Awards, Rowan Junior, or Rowan Junior in Dick Awards?”

Rowan opened his mouth and closed again, shocked by her bluntness. “Neither!”

Damn Fenrys and his stupid Twitter contest. Rowan sent a picture of his cock just to protect his friend’s feelings in case the event flopped, but it quickly became the talk of the campus. Thankfully, Aelin had no idea Fenrys was the one behind Dick Awards, neither would she know who owned each dick. One small blessing, at least.

She sat on the table and started eating the breakfast he made her, but her face was still filled with mirth. “I think you’re in the contest.”

Rowan’s pulsed immediately picked up. “How would you know that?”

Aelin leaned back and crossed her arms, a triumphant smile on her face. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, but it’s easier for you to avoid the subject than to lie to me.”

His cheeks were probably red by now, but he didn’t balk. Rowan might not know how to lie to his roommate, but he was damn good at being stubborn. “We’re not talking about this, and I have ways to make sure of it.”

Still chewing, she raised an eyebrow in question.

It was his time to lean back in triumph now. “I did buy a lot of leafy vegetables that could go into your lunchbox—“

“You wouldn’t dare!” Aelin slapped both of her hands on the table, gaping, and Rowan did his best not to smile.

Turns his effort was fruitless. He smiled, hoping he didn’t look too silly, because Rowan could never hide how he felt about Aelin, his only luck lying on the fact that she never picked up on that. Her being a picky eater was just one of the many things he’d judge if it was any other person. But since it was Aelin, he even found that habit endearing.

Aelin looked at the watch they kept in the kitchen and sighed.

“Can you make those sandwiches with the cheese spread we ate last night?”

Rowan nodded, and she got up to hug him from behind while he was still sitting. “Thanks.”

It was almost time for her to go collect some herbs Dr. Valg requested for their research. It was common sense that Maeve was a shit professor, but her work at the Doranelle’s Center for Psychedelic Medicine was groundbreaking enough for everyone to put up with her.

Rowan sunk in his seat just by the thought of having to see Maeve on the weekend. He wouldn’t usually mind the extra work, but their professor didn’t help, neither did his almost empty bank account. They were broke like every student, but he and Aelin had a better situation than most from their program because his Uncle Ellys let them live in his old apartment practically for free.

His friends always teased him for not charging Aelin to live there, but Rowan didn’t mind it. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to give her every reason possible to stay right there with him.

The students had a break room with a small fridge for themselves near the lab, and it was packed with Rowan’s own lunchboxes. The extra snacks were for when he and Aelin needed to stay longer than usual, which was pretty common, but he was well aware that Fenrys often stole their food. Not that his friend tried to keep it a secret, but Rowan refused to assume he was also cooking for Fenrys, of all people.

The sandwich Aelin requested wasn’t in the fridge because she wouldn’t like if it was cold. It was the first one Fenrys went for when he arrived.

Rowan slapped his hand. “That’s Aelin’s.”

Fenrys sat on the couch near him and sighed. “I want you to be in love with me so bad.” Rowan frowned, not that it’d stop Fenrys. “I mean, I’d get free rent, a free cook—“

“That’s enough—“

“You even have a great dick, not that she’s using that for anything—“

“That’s. Enough,” Rowan said through gritted teeth this time, his voice a lot more stern.

Fenrys’s eyes went wide. “Dude! You have a great shaft. Why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking of the quickest way to change the subject in a way that wouldn’t encourage Fenrys to annoy him further.

His friend snickered and continued, “It’s about Aelin, then. Now you should be embarrassed. She’s been into you forever, man.”

Rowan sat on the couch too and sighed, knowing his friend would never let him be. About anything. “How could you even know that?”

“Because I know chicks. I know how they work.”

“No, you know how their vaginas work.”

“That too!” He winked. “I have many talents, Buzzard.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

Fenrys smirked, a smart remark on the tip of his tongue, when Rowan beat him to it.

“How’s Dick Awards?”

Just like that, Fenrys’ thoughts switched paths.

“It’s great, man! I was doing just one thing, like the Miss Doranelle of dicks, but now there’s so many people I need to divide them into categories.”

Rowan snorted. “Like the Oscars of dicks?”

“Exactly!” And then he snatched his phone to show the preparations for the contest. Rowan had to give it to him, that level of organization was very unusual for Fenrys, his friend was fully dedicated to Dick Awards.

“Us dudes need to hype each other’s dicks up, man. Like that sisterhood thing, but for bros.”

Rowan snorted. Fenrys probably gathered that from one of the times Aelin lectured him about feminism. At least he was listening.

“I don’t need my dick being hyped up by another guy.”

“You shouldn’t open Twitter tomorrow, then,” Fen said with a troublesome smirk.

He paled. He wasn’t expecting all that repercussion from the event. To have the whole campus commenting on his cock, even if they didn’t know it was his. Definitely not on his bucket list. But Rowan had already sent his pic and consented to this, so he wouldn’t balk. He knew Fenrys would understand if he backed away, but it wasn’t like Rowan to back out after everything was said and done.

He was lost in his thoughts while Fen showed him his preparations. Large Dicks, Dicks on Steroids, In the Shower, Dicks With a Costume. Fenrys showed him every category imaginable, which made him wonder which one Rowan was in. His picture was pretty standard if compared to some dudes who did costumes, body art or special lightning.

“Which category is that?” Rowan asked when he saw a few cocks that looked... interesting.

“Cute dicks.”

Rowan’s eyebrows went wide “Is that your idea of hyping guys up?”

“Don’t worry, man. I have great plans for your dick.”

“Why do you have plans for Rowan’s dick?”

The two of them jumped on their seats, startled by Aelin’s sudden appearance.

Rowan’s heartbeat was racing. Where the fuck did she come from?

None of them knew what to say, and Aelin soon gathered that this conversation wasn’t meant for her to hear. Weary, she came closer, her eyes trained on them, until she snatched her sandwich and left the room.

This whole situation was far too awkward for any of them to utter a word.

Fenrys snorted a beat after Aelin closed the door. “I’d pay good money to be in her head right now.”

Cursing, Rowan got up and went after her. He had no idea how to explain whatever she was thinking, or even if he had an explanation for that. But he was almost sure she got upset, so Rowan needed to do something about it. That was how he worked.

Aelin was sitting on the large table on the lab, unwrapping her sandwich. He approached her, still not knowing what to say, and cleared his throat.

“Fireheart, I’m—“

“You don’t need to explain, really,” she answered with a smile, but something about it was off.

Rowan carefully weighted his options. Biting the inside of his cheek, he was damn sure he didn’t want her to learn about his participation in Dick Awards. But on the other hand, he hated to see her upset, and he now had a feeling he knew why she was like this. They never kept secrets from each other. Except for that one thing, that is.

He sighed, his mind made up and knowing he was doomed either way. “You can ask.”

Aelin bit his lip and looked down for a little before asking, “Are you and Fenrys...?”

“What?” He asked wide-eyed and slowly shook his head, confused. “You know I’m not into guys.”

“You wouldn’t be the first to... discover yourself after Fenrys.”

Aelin gently bit her sandwich, and Rowan could cry at how adorable she looked with those furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks.

“We’re not together. It’s not a...” He took a deep breath, hoping his cheeks weren’t too red too. “It’s a brohood thing” Rowan almost choked the last words out, recalling Fenrys’ sisterhood justification for Dick Awards.

Aelin choked on her own laughter and began to cough as an attempt to hide it. “He has great plans for your dick because you’re best bros?”

He slowly nodded, completely defeated. “That’s right.”

“Okay...” She took a deep breath to recompose herself. “I’m not sure I want to ask further.”

His cheeks flushed with the realization of what he just implied. What did she think Fenrys was going to do with Rowan’s cock? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. He wouldn’t be keeping his dignity either way, so it was best to give up now that Aelin seemed pleased his answer.

Rowan could question why she was suddenly so interested in his sexual activities, but hoping once more would be too much for today. He sighed, tired of his own feelings, and quickly went back to the break room to grab something to eat.

Rowan always kept many lunchboxes ready for when they needed to stay late in the lab, so he just picked the first one he saw on the fridge and went back to eat it while he read some articles that’d help with his research.

The taste was a bit off and he wondered if it had gone bad, but Rowan was too upset to care about that.

He was reading and making a few notes when he noted one of the authors had a funny writing. Something about his choice of words had him quietly giggling.

“Ro, are you okay?” Aelin asked with furrowed eyebrows.

He smiled to soothe her worries. “Easy-breezy.”

She snorted and went back to work, and so did he.

Until he noticed a few of the pages were green. He didn’t see it when he first got the magazines, but he kinda liked this change. Green was a nice page color. Rowan looked at Aelin, and his Fireheart looked smokin’ hot with her hair all... hairy and her funny nose scrunched up in concentration. God, he loved the shit out of her.

Trying to get her attention, he threw a pencil at her. His aim wasn’t the best, but it was enough for her to notice him.

“What the fuck, Ro?”

“Did you like the green pages?”

She tilted her head. “What green pages?”

He smiled and turned the magazine so she could see. “The new green pages!”

Aelin’s eyes were so wide they looked funny. “They’re white.”

Rowan giggled. It was so her to prank him like this.

She slowly got up and walked towards him. Aelin looked around his desk and carefully studied his face. She was mostly tugging at his eyelids and moving his face around, but Rowan didn’t mind it. Her fingertips on his face were worth the not so gentle inspection.

“Did...” She looked around and whispered, “Did Fenrys give you a pot cookie?”

Rowan shook his head. “Don’t need, thanks. Just had a salad.”

She had both hands on her hips when Fenrys came in.

“Hey, Ace. I can’t find the herbs we collected today.”

Aelin sighed. “I put them in the...” and she frowned. And looked at Rowan’s empty lunchbox. Then looked at Fenrys again. Now she was gaping, and her eyes were wide as saucers. “Fucking Mala.”

Fenrys tilted his head.

“I think...” she swallowed. “I think Rowan ate them.”

His friend gaped, and then started cackling so much it made Rowan giggle too. He liked Fenrys. Fenrys was fun. Not as fun as Aelin, but the boyo was cool.

“Are you telling me Rowan ate all of the hallucinogenic herbs for the research?”

She slowly nodded, but her shoulders were shaking, and then she started laughing too. They had a good moment of just laughing together, but then they heard high heels against the floor that made his friends freeze.

“What’s going on?” Dr. Valg barged into the room and asked between gritted teeth.

Fenrys began to give her a report about his tasks, and Aelin supplied with intakes here and there. Rowan just stayed sat, minding his own business. One would think he was reading his articles, but he was actually admiring the table. Now it was green too. It looked pretty, he thought.

“Okay, bring me the herbs.”

Fenrys swallowed. “They’re not available.”

Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose. “You just gave me a detailed report about bringing them.”

“Um.” Aelin cleared her throat and pointed at Rowan. “He ate them. Accidentally.”

“Are you telling me that Whitethorn.” Maeve took a deep breath and fisted her hands. “Whitethorn got high on my herbs, and you let him stay close to the very expensive equipment?”

He was watching it with an amused smile, but his friends were looking down and exchanging worried glances. He wondered why. Seeing Maeve upset was so fun. Without saying a thing, just the sight of her face gave him a good giggle.

Maeve’s face snapped back at him and she strode his way.

“Whitethorn! What the hell were you thinking?”

He tilted his head, confused.

She snapped her fingers. “Aren’t you Whitethorn?”

“Me?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “What’s your name again? I can never remember it.”

He frowned. That was a good question. He didn’t remember his name.

“I don’t know my name.”

Both Aelin and Fenrys hovered closer, their eyebrows pinched.

“What do you mean you don’t know your name?” Maeve asked through clenched teeth.

Aelin quaked, “Rowan, tell her your name!”

“But I don’t know my name!”

“Your name!” Maeve screamed.

He seethed, his eyes bulging. “I. Don’t. Know!”

Fenrys began to gesticulate a lot, a telltale sign of his worried state. “YOUR NAME’S ROWAN!”

“WHO’S ROWAN?”

“YOU’RE ROWAN!”

“IS THAT A RIDDLE?”

“OKAY, ENOUGH!” Aelin interrupted his and Fenrys’ shouting match by shouting stronger.

Confused by the commotion, Rowan screamed, “WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?”

“Because you can’t remember your fucking name!” Maeve said in an impatient tone, the veins on her forehead bulging.

“Oh.” He blinked. “It’s Rowan.”

They let out a collective sigh, and Aelin was the one who broke the silence.

“How are you feeling?”

“Green.”

Maeve rolled her eyes, but it was true. Everything was green.

“Can anyone here who knows where Whitethorn lives take him home?”

“I can take him, we live together,” Aelin said while approaching Rowan’s desk to collect his things.

“Oh.” Maeve raised her eyebrows. “That’s not surprising.”

She winced. “Not like that! I mean—“

Maeve waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t care, just take him.”

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There was a reason why Rowan was usually the one to drive.

Aelin liked to drive fast. Always cutting her way between the other cars and announcing too late that she was going to make a turn. But now that he thought about it, it was kinda cool. Rowan felt like he was in an action movie of sorts. It didn’t help with the dizziness he was feeling, but that part wasn’t Aelin’s fault.

There was something he needed to talk about with her, but Rowan couldn’t quite grasp what it was. He was trying to remember everything that happened today, until it clicked.

“I’m not letting Fenrys go anywhere near my dick, you know.” He leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. “I wish I could tell you, but we decided to keep it a secret.”

“Oh.” She swallowed. “That’s fine, you really don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Aelin said in a defeated tone.

“We’re not having an affair!” He knew he’d decided not to tell her, but fuck that. Aelin was his best friend. She could know anything she wanted to. “Fenrys is the mind behind Dick Awards. I’m in the contest. That’s what we were talking about.”

Aelin’s eyes went wide, her arms rigid as she gripped the steering wheel. “You’re joking.”

Rowan giggled. “I wish I was.”

Her mouth opened and she seemed to freeze, until a harsh burst of air left her mouth, and Aelin laughed so much she was fighting to properly drive while her body tried to double over. Intoxicated by her howls, Rowan was laughing along.

The car stopped moving, and Aelin took a deep breath to recompose herself. She unfastened Rowan’s seatbelt, probably because he was a little confused by it earlier, and asked, “Are you ready to be forced into a nap, Buzzard?”

He grunted and let himself be led inside the building.

Rowan mentioned to cook something for them, but Aelin shoved a cereal bar into his hands before he could do anything. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let him cook. He was perfectly fine, apart from a few remaining green spots in his vision. But if that was what she wanted, he could oblige for one afternoon.

She took him to his bedroom and gave him a change of clothes from his drawers, turning around and closing the curtains while he changed.

Rowan was already laid down when she sat by his side to say something, but he beat her to it.

“Did I ever tell you your eyes are prettier than the Blue Ribbon Eel?”

She smiled. “That’s your favorite eel.”

“But I still prefer your eyes.” And then this admission made his eyes widen. He didn’t want Aelin to think his feelings depended on her eyes. “I mean, not that you really need them. I’d still like you if you had no eyes.”

Chuckling, Aelin said, “Thanks! it’s good to know I’ll have someone to walk me around if I lose them.”

“I’ll happily walk you around anywhere. It’s my job.”

Aelin’s laughter abruptly ceased. “What do you mean?”

He had a blissful smile. “I knew we were soulmates even in grad school.” Looking deep inside her eyes, Rowan continued, “When you told me your favorite species of eel is the one I have tattooed.”

That earned him a smile, but something about it was off. “You’re high.”

He frowned. “But I still love the Blue Ribbon Eel—and you.”

Rowan noticed her eyes started watering, but she blinked it back. He frowned. That was not the response he was waiting for.

“Did I make you upset?”

Aelin kissed his cheek and tucked him in his covers. “I’m gonna let you sleep now.”

Before Rowan opened his eyes, he already knew his head was pounding. Besides, the loud voices outside weren’t helping.

He risked taking a look at his phone, grimacing because of the light, but he saw it was already Sunday morning. Which meant he had slept for Mala knows how long.

His phone was filled with notifications, but the only thing he opened was the texts from Aelin.

>> hey buzzard

>> lys is coming over so we can vote on some dicks together

>> there’s water, meds and some crackers on your desk xx

Rowan slowly, very slowly came to a sitting position and saw everything was near his laptop, on top of some books. He ate and immediately went back to bed, staying until the painkillers kicked in.

Rowan managed to take a bath without being noticed and stayed in his bedroom, rereading the same paragraph over and over again. The loud voices were still bothering him, but he didn’t have a headache anymore. Rowan just couldn’t get past the fact that his best friend was ten steps away, commenting on other men’s dicks with her friend.

Putting the book down, Rowan could hear the muffled sounds of a heated argument, so his curiosity got the best of him, and he went to see what was going on.

“Are you kidding me? Look at 350’s proportions! Length, girth, ball size, everything!” He could feel Aelin’s agitation just by the sound of her voice.

“I’m not a fan of the veins, though,” Lys argued back.

“How dare you.”

“I prefer dick 72.”

“Ew!” Aelin yelled, too wrapped up in the argument to notice his arrival.

Lysandra leaned back on the couch and smirked. “Come on, Ace. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t pounce on that.”

“That’s the fucking point!” Aelin opened her arms and got up from the couch. “This is Dick of the Year, being pounceable is already required. So, would I pounce on dick 72? Sure. But this?” She pointed at the TV. “I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.”

And when Rowan looked at the direction Aelin was pointing, he saw his own dick displayed on the TV.

Every muscle he had felt tight, his chest included, and that was exactly when Aelin noticed his presence. She gaped at the same time Lys started cackling, completely different reactions to his discover of Aelin’s enthusiasm.

Aelin’s cheeks turned crimson, but she didn’t balk. She showed him both pictures on the TV and said, “We need your input.”

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed again, before he walked away, shouting on his way, “I’m not commenting on other guys’ dicks!”

He closed the door a little more harshly than intended and got the hell out of his apartment.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

Rowan walked around the block, completely lost in his own thoughts. All of them running around the same sentence.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

He knew she didn’t mean it. He knew this contest didn’t mean anything, that this was an overstate. Still, hearing this from the girl he had been lusting after for years. Rowan had no idea how to feel.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

He went window shopping around the neighborhood, bought some tea, sat on the park. Still, her words couldn’t leave his head.

Worse, they could’t leave the incessant rise of Rowan’s length against his pants. Each time he forced to think of something else, this situation only got worse.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to go home. Rowan didn’t even know the time because he forgot his phone, but this situation was unbearable. Completely, utterly unbearable.

The first thing Rowan noticed when he arrived home was that the girls weren’t in the living room anymore. Neither could he hear anything. A quick look at his phone told him they went to a bakery nearby, and Rowan’s posture immediately slumped.

He knew what he was about to do, and he didn’t like it. Actually, he liked it very much, which only made his guilt worse.

Rowan always felt bad after touching himself with Aelin in his mind, but whenever he did it, she found a way to sneak into his every fantasy. And the worst of all, every time she did, things were never soft.

He ran a shaky hand through his head. Aelin deserved so much better than living with a guy who fantasized unspeakable things about her while she was reading a book in the next room. Rowan couldn’t even remember the last time he actually felt lighter after an orgasm, but his underwear was unbearably tight, and he still couldn’t get over what she said earlier today.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick, her words from before ringing inside his head like an annoying ad jingle.

Rowan unfastened his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, his head tipped back. If only he could tell her—

He couldn’t.

Feeling the precum glistening already, Rowan slowly stroked himself, from the tip to the hilt, squeezing his fingers around his base. He took a shaky breath, closed his eyes and let himself imagine.

Aelin was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt, because that was something she did. Rowan approached her from behind, kissing her neck, because that was something he did. He let a possessive hand slowly wander around her legs, because it was only fair after teasing him so much with them. When it got dangerously close to the spot she loved, Aelin turned around and sent him a sultry smile.

Rowan began to twist his hand while he pumped himself, but he was still going slow. He wanted to drag this one out.

After carrying Aelin to his bed, he dropped her there and didn’t spare a second before laying on top of her and kissing her whole. Rowan trailed luscious, passionate kisses, starting on her lips until he closed his mouth around her nipple. Eager, Aelin wrapped her legs around him and rubbed herself against him.

“Cocktease.”

She did it again and moaned. “You love it.”

And damn him, he did. Impatient, Rowan started to give wet kisses on the valley between her breasts. Aelin immediately picked up his intentions and tugged on the roots of his hair.

“Are you getting me ready for you, love?”

He went back to her lips for a moment, but Aelin soon guided him back to her breasts. He was lucky his girlfriend was just as insatiable.

Impatient, Aelin got up and kneeled beside the bed, looking up at him from below her lashes and thrusting out her breasts as an invitation.

With increasingly quicker pumps now, Rowan squeezed his eyes shut. He thrusted into his own hand and finally stroked himself on the speed he wanted.

Rowan sat on the edge of the bed, in front of her. Aelin immediately grabbed his cock and licked it, brushing her lips against it every now and then. He thrusted into her hand, and she started to rub his cock against her breasts, finding a different way to tease him.

She didn’t stop when Rowan grabbed a fistful of her hair, moaning as he tugged it a little too harshly.

“Baby...” he warned.

Smirking, she placed his length on her cleavage. Closing her breasts around his cock, Aelin made some up and down movements, but mostly just let him fuck them.

He closed his eyes and groaned. Sliding his cock between Aelin’s soft breasts never failed to make him dissolve into pleasure. His body was on fire, muscles so tight they could snap. Their rhythm picked up, and Aelin tilted her head down so she could suck the tip of his cock as well.

She couldn’t speak, but Aelin’s moans sounded delicious when he could feel them around his cock. Almost delirious, Rowan held her head and called out her pet name like a prayer.

Fireheart

“Rowan, did you call—“

Rowan froze mid-pump, not believing what his eyes were seeing.

Not believing Aelin had just caught him with a hand on his own dick. Moaning her name, as it seemed.

His heartbeat was so strong Rowan could feel it in his throat. Two sets of bulged eyes stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

When his mind mildly processed the situation he was in, Rowan quickly threw a blanket over his lap.

“Aelin, I’m—“

“Oh, God!” She covered her eyes a bit too late. “I’m so, so sorry—“

“You don’t—“

Before he could apologize, Aelin banged the door closed and left.

Rowan felt flat on his bed, grimacing and running a hand through his face. He wanted to die. He wanted to erase this weekend from his life. He wanted to shift into a Hawk and fly the hell away from here. God, he had no idea how he’d face Aelin—

His door opened again and Aelin eyed his covered self, cheeks flushed.

“What were you thinking?”

Rowan sat and his pulse skyrocketed once again. Too paralyzed by the situation to utter a single word, the only thing he could bring himself to do was to avoid her gaze.

Aelin softly closed the door behind her. “I mean, what were you thinking about?” She asked while slowly walking his way until they were dangerously close.

“You.” He wanted to thread carefully there, but his hoarse voice might’ve betrayed him.

She hummed. “Did I get to kiss you?” Aelin asked with a tilted head, her voice in a tone Rowan hadn’t heard yet, but was starting to like very much.

“So much.” Rowan’s gaze finally met hers, his breathing fast for many different reasons.

Her hand was on its way to his shoulder when she retreated and bit her lip. “Can I?”

Rowan sneaked a shaky hand behind her neck to pull her closer, but their lips ended up meeting halfway.

Aelin’s lips were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

It started hesitant, both of them not sure of themselves right away. But when Aelin softly sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, Rowan tugged on her waist and she opened her mouth further, letting him in. Their tongues went on a long and slow pace at first, but it didn’t take long for their kiss to become crushing.

When Rowan felt her completely melt into his touch, he pulled her towards the bed. Mostly because their position wasn’t the most comfortable, but he was also ready for more if that’s what she wanted. But even if they just kissed until bedtime, it’d still be one of the best nights of his life.

Like an answer to his thoughts, Aelin took off her clothes, staying in just her lingerie.

Her red, lacy lingerie.

Rowan almost jumped on top of her, kissing her neck and collarbones while grabbing her curves in a bruising manner. He had completely lost control over himself, but Aelin didn’t seem to mind, moaning when he pinched her nipple through the flimsy fabric.

“Ro?”

He hummed, paying only half attention because he’d just found out he liked playing with her body a little too much.

“I want you to do to me what you were thinking about earlier.”

Resting their foreheads together, he gave himself a second to think. They were just breathing each other’s air, but it was still distracting enough for him. Rowan sighed. He had one chance to make her see… him. He’d not ruin it with his kinky shit.

“I’d rather do something you like, if that’s okay.”

Aelin’s smirk built slowly, until she was grinning like Hellas himself. “It was dirty, wasn’t it?”

Once again, his inability to lie to Aelin was biting him in the ass. If it was possible for him to get any more flushed, he definitely did. Staying silent was the most he could do to protect his dignity, but that was answer enough for Aelin.

However, instead of mocking him like she usually did, she tugged his face back to hers and gave him a languorous, wet kiss.

“You won’t tell me, but I can still guess.” She had a sultry grin on. “We weren’t in missionary, were we?” Aelin said right before flipping them around, straddling him.

The element of surprise was enough for her to throw his larger body into the bed. Her hair was cascading down her sides as she looked at Rowan with a predatory gaze. Said gaze went down, until—

“Dear Mala.” Her eyes widened. “You’re the Dick of the Year.”

Her mouth opened and closed, her cheeks becoming a richer shade of red. Aelin Galathynius looking flustered. Now, that was a rare sight.

“And you heard me.” Her eyes snapped back to his face. “You heard everything.”

“Hey.” Rowan sat too, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “At least you didn’t need to sell your soul for it.”

She did something between gaping and laughing at him and playfully swatted his chest. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

Rowan chuckled and cupped her cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb. “You caught me jerking off, I caught you praising my cock. It’s pretty balanced for me.”

Laughing brightly, Aelin’s shoulders were shaking, and she rested her forehead on his. He kissed the crown of her head and then she turned her mouth to him, the kiss soft this time. Until it wasn’t anymore.

“Where were we?” Rowan asked when she began giving attention to his neck.

“You were telling me all your fetishes about me.”

He groaned, regretting his last sentence as Aelin breathlessly chuckled. She placed both hands on his shoulders to go to a sitting position while keeping him down. Her golden hair cascaded on her sides as the hands on his shoulders slid down his body.

Unclasping her bra, Aelin purred, “Was I putting on a show for you?”

Rowan gulped, enthralled. “You could say so.”

She slowly slid her bra down, teasing him. When she finally took off that flimsy lace, Rowan’s skin was prickling with the urge to touch her. Taste her further. Aelin was doing unspeakable things to him and she was well aware of it, if her cocky smile was any indication.

When he tried to touch her, she slapped his hands away.

“Baby...”

She bit her lip. “I’ll be nice, then.”

Aelin took his hand and guided it through her body. Their intertwined hands sensually slid through her hips, waist, the curve of her breast, until she took his thumb inside her mouth and sucked it.

He closed his eyes, trying not to lose composure. “You’re killing me.”

She sucked his thumb one last time before taking it off her mouth. “I know.” Aelin gave his wet finger a pointed look before asking, “Do you know where this goes?”

Rowan trailed down the same path with his hand, until he pressed his wet thumb against her clit without ceremony. “In here?”

Whimpering, Aelin arched her back and swayed her hips to chase the friction. Then she took his wet thumb away from her core and placed it on her nipple. “Not yet.”

“You like to make me wait, don’t you?” Rowan was so impatient he could cry, but at the same time letting her take the lead was a lot more arousing than he thought it would be.

“You made me wait for years, Ro.” She mentioned to take her panties away, but Rowan ripped them in two before she could barely move. Aelin moaned, and that was the first time he realized she might be as eager as him to get this over with. Still, she continued, “It’s only fair.”

Rowan focused back on his assigned spot on her breast. He wouldn’t let her get away with the teasing that easily, though. His caresses started being more rough, until he pinched her nipple with two fingers, making her cry out.

In response, Aelin nestled his cock between her folds, grinding herself against it. Rowan was searing, and he was afraid he’d combust if she kept playing with him like this. He got the closest to a sitting position he could, one hand holding himself upright and the other cradling the back of Aelin’s neck.

“Baby.” He tried to kiss her, but it got sloppy since both of their hips were still moving. “Please.”

She moaned into his mouth and then nodded, leaning away a little so she could align the two of them. Aelin took her time to slide herself down, getting adjusted on her way. Both of them moaned the whole time, and when Aelin sunk into the hilt of his cock, Rowan got so light-headed he thought he might faint.

When she started moving, he soon became overwhelmed with pleasure in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. Rowan had one hand holding himself upright and the other gripping Aelin’s waist. She had her back arched, boobs bouncing as she chased her high. Both of their hips were in a frenzied rhythm, but the sight of her alone was enough to put his nerves on fire.

Aelin’s insides began to squeeze his cock, so he leaned on both arms now to thrust into her with more force. She screamed, her legs beginning to tremble, but she kept the pace, and so did he.

Rowan could feel himself ready to snap when Aelin screamed his name one last time. She went still except for the walls clenching around him, and her loud moans became soft whimpers. Rowan’s gut tightened straight after, and his hips jerked until he spilled himself into her.

They laid side to side on the bed, catching their breaths and not uttering a single word.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He was terrified, his heartbeat picking up once again. Still, he scooted closer. And closer. Until he could wrap an arm around her. She didn’t do anything, and that’s when his desire to become a hawk and fly away came back. Rowan gave her a sideways glance, and she was already looking at him. At first he was startled by her extra flushed skin, but then he remembered it was because they just had sex. Which made him panic even more.

But when he was scrambling his mind for something to say, she sneaked a hand around his torso and sighed, resting her face on his shoulders. Rowan’s whole body relaxed, and he didn’t hide his silly grin.

There were many things going on his head right now, but all of them ran around the fact that he was cuddling in bed with Aelin. Sweaty and naked. Rowan kissed her head and she softly hummed in response.

“That was...”

He gently squeezed her. “I know.”

“I’m so spent.”

“Me too.”

She looked up at him, biting back a smile. “Round two in a few?”

Rowan chuckled. “You’re always reading my mind.”

Smiling, she nuzzled her face against his neck. Rowan embraced her a little more tighter. God, he’d never leave this moment if he could.

“Did you know there are people spreading wanted signs of your cock?”

Just like that, Rowan’s post-sex bliss came to halt. “You’re lying.”

Instead of replying, Aelin quickly grabbed her phone and showed him the picture.

WANTED: DICK 350

Right before the dick picture he took himself.

More than a hundred retweets.

Rowan was going to kill himself. Or shift into a hawk and fly away, whichever was easier.

However, Aelin’s giggles brought him back to reality. “You’re blushing.”

Rowan groaned, and then took a deep breath, turning his whole body towards her.

“How do you feel about that?”

Aelin shrugged. “I can’t control the internet.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, scrambling his mind for a way to make her understand he wasn’t only asking about the pic—

“Oh.” Aelin’s eyebrows raised as something clicked for her, and she bit his lips while running a possessive hand around his abs. “But, you know, I can be very selfish.”

Rowan’s smile was blinding when the only thing he managed to say was, “Yeah?”

She nodded, beaming too, when their mouths were an inch away.

“Good.” He flipped them, staying on top this time. Both of Rowan’s hands ran through her inner thighs, opening them for him, and he didn’t care if his touch was possessive enough to bruise. He could think of many ways to apologize later.

Aelin was writhing for her hips to get closer to him, Rowan’s breaths fanning against her core, when he rasped, “I don’t like to share either.”

A/N: Just to be clear, I didn’t create Dick Awards. It’s actually a national Twitter treasure, and I’ve been voting for it since high school.

2nd A/N: If you were on the LDRV Facebook group around 2015 and recognized my hints of the tá tudo verde viral post, we’re instant friends.

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Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfic Summary: "Don't go where I can't follow" - despite a clear goal ahead and time of the essence, V and Kerry get caught up in their own anxieties about the future. Procrastination can come in so many fun shapes though - and in the most exciting places. (Post-Sun-Ending, mostly canon-compliant, Chapter 7/?, 6229 words, Kerry Eurodyne/V, rated E for 👅💦, smoking, and other adult activities and language) - notes at the end! >> Previous Chapter >> Read from the Beginning

V broke their kiss, and one look in his eyes was enough for Kerry to know what was going on.

“’s it him?”

“Think so,” V said, managing not much more than a whisper.

He wanted to withdraw, but Kerry still held him close with his left arm slung around his waist. V put his right hand on Kerry’s chest, but he would not budge.

“No, lemme listen in,” he demanded, eyes fiery while V tried to pull away.

“He’s gonna notice,” he urged, “You don’t know these people, they’re – “

“You don’t know ‘em either! You know a fraction of the shady crap they do and one guy’s face – which could be nothin’ but a random, generic faceplate, just sayin’,” Kerry protested, holding on tightly still, “Let him notice. I don’t give a fuck. Let them know you’re not alone in this.”

V’s phone kept ringing relentlessly, “Unknown Caller ID” burning itself into his retina.

“Just listening. No talkin’,” V said sternly.

“That’s all I’m askin’,” Kerry nodded, and reluctantly V connected him to his holo before finally picking up.

“I hope I’m not interrupting an intimate moment,” the overly friendly, digitally modified voice on the other end of the line said.

Kerry’s golden glowing eyes went wide, meeting V’s. He mouthed the words “this motherfucker…” but kept his promise and stayed quiet. V nodded ever so slightly, holding on to Kerry tightly now.

“Not at all,” V then replied, tone as neutral and professional as he managed, despite the growing pit in his stomach.

“Because if so, we can speak another time.”

“You know as well as myself that time is not something I have a lot to give of,” V said.

“Of course.”

There was a short pause of crackling static that Kerry used to take a deep drag of his cigarette.

“I wanted to preface this by telling you that my associates and I are very pleased with the results you provided us with,” Mr. B then said.

“That’s why you work with the best,” V replied nonchalantly.

“Indeed. And I shall fulfill my part of our deal now to ensure you remain the best for a long while to come, right?”

A little notification blipped up in the corner of V’s interface. A tiny, encrypted file had been sent over.

“Decryption should give you no troubles,” Mr. B said, “You remember the location I mentioned last we spoke?”

“Yes, of course,” V nodded, already in the middle of opening the file for both him and Kerry to see.

“I have made some arrangements. Come by any time it is convenient for you – I guess sooner rather than later would be best though.”

“Alone, I assume?” V asked after a pause.

Another moment of buzzing silence followed.

“I’m leaving that up to you entirely,” Mr. B said, still friendly, but something in his undertone almost sounded like a challenge – or a threat.

With that, the call ended.

“What a fuckin’ slime-bag,” Kerry grunted, blowing smoke through his nostrils, and immediately put the cig back to his lips.

The encrypted file popped open, once more containing the coordinates of the Charter Hill building Mr. B had shown him back at the Columbarium, as well as a digital access token that would let V past the certainly heavy security.

“That the secret lab of theirs you mentioned?” Kerry asked and V disconnected their communication as well.

“Yeah…” he nodded, eyes following Kerry’s right hand in which he held the cigarette.

“You know you’d hate it,” Kerry said when he noticed, taking another drag, teasingly almost.

“I know,” V said, licking his lips, “But sometimes…”

Kerry grabbed V’s jaw with the same hand he held the cigarette in, not with force, but intention, bringing their lips together again, only just not having them touch. Almost instinctively V wanted to just kiss him, but before that could happen Kerry let out the breath he’d been holding, cigarette smoke billowing into V’s mouth. V suppressed a gasp, the smoke burning in his eyes, so he closed them, the harsh, bitter taste taking over all his senses as he breathed it in. Then Kerry bridged the remaining distance between their lips and kissed him, until the wind had carried away all remnants of ash lingering in the air and only its taste remained on their entangled tongues. Kerry slowly pulled back after a couple of seconds, and V quickly turned his head to the side and covered his mouth to cough, reminded again of his bruised ribs and aching head. Kerry’s hand wandered from V’s waist up to his arm, rubbing soothingly.

“Urge satisfied?” he asked softly, frowning still even when V’s cough had calmed down again.

“Yeah…” V laughed teary-eyed from the smoke and strain still, “Also… that was pretty hot.”

Kerry grinned, then flicked what was left of his cigarette over his shoulder, into the abyss behind them.

V didn’t mind that Kerry smoked, as long as they weren’t in one of V’s cars at least. He’d gotten used to the smell, the taste, just connected it so much to Kerry in his head that it had become synonymous with him… He himself had never smoked though, had never liked it, the taste and sensations, had hated it when Johnny did it while in control of his body. But now and again, more often than not lately, he was overcome with the urge to snarf Kerry’s cigarette to take a drag. It was as if his body refused to learn, while in his head he knew it would only end in another coughing fit and nausea.

“I don’t even know how I’m s’pposed to go down there now and work on that fuckin’ song,” Kerry said after a while of them just standing there against the rail, processing the call still. He ran his fingers through his hair, head slightly tilted back, and eyes closed. His jaw was tense, his shoulders, his whole posture really.

“You got this,” V said and rubbed Kerry’s arms, but before he could continue, Kerry opened his eyes only just enough to squint at him.

“Don’t ya dare even suggest goin’ to these assholes alone now,” he said, nose scrunched slightly.

“What, you wanna go instead?” V asked and instantly bit his tongue at how mocking the words came out. That hadn’t been his intention... He didn’t even know why he’d said it at all. Kerry’s expression did not change, he slightly tilted his head though and looked away for a split-second.

“Told ya I wanna be a part of this,” he then said slowly, but seriously, “Don’t ya think this all smells like a big fuckin’ trap?”

“Oh, it absolutely does,” V shrugged, “But I feel like I got no choice but to walk right into it... Same old game with these bastards every time.”

Kerry sighed and stepped towards V, resting his forehead on his left shoulder, his hands finding V’s. V’s chest ached at the gesture, and he leaned against him gently.

“If you don’t wanna take me along, take someone at least… Rogue, or some happy-go-lucky wannabe-mercs who will blindly do your biddin’. Just don’t go alone. You can’t even reload your fuckin’ gun with your hand like this.”

His fingers brushed against V’s cast.

“Fuck… you’re right…”

“I’m always right,” Kerry mumbled against V’s neck, then slowly pulled back again to look at him. He sighed.

“I know you wanna, but don’t do this alone, too,” he said, “Hell, I’d probably already sit in my car if I was in your shoes, but… Don’t. For me.”

“Wow,” V snickered, caressing Kerry’s cheek briefly in an attempt to cheer him up, his big blue puppy eyes glued to him, “Kerry Eurodyne advises thought and reason. Think I’ve really done it now and changed ya…”

A smile flashed across Kerry’s lips, but it didn’t last.

“I just… don’t wanna lose you. Not yet. Not to these creeps. And just stand back and watch.”

V pulled Kerry into a hug, unable to reply, to promise anything. Unable to longer bear his sad expression, the plea his eyes that spoke more than his words. Kerry hugged him back tightly, careful again not to press down on his bruises too hard.

“Okay, c’mon,” V said after a minute or so, reluctantly pulling away, “Let’s finish that song first, and I’ll think about what I’m gonna do while listenin’, alright?”

“Alright…” Kerry mumbled and side-by-side they went back downstairs.

Kerry had been hoping that as soon as Blue-Eyes had called, his mind would be clearer, less preoccupied and running in circles all the time. Turned out though, having a clear goal ahead of them now, had the opposite effect.

“Kerry?” Vicki asked, and Kerry only just managed to not flinch too visibly. He had been staring at the mixing console, chin resting on his hand as he leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.

“Huh?” was all he managed in response.

“Should we leave it at that for today?” she repeated with a smile that he knew only too well from her… pitiful, not blatantly, but combined with her shoulders slumped in resignation it was even worse. Kerry’s first impulse was to brush Vicki off, power through, just to finally finish this stupid song… No, it wasn’t stupid, he loved it a lot. But it just wasn’t where he wanted it to be yet. What was stupid though was him being forced to finalize it, yesterday ideally, for a deadline he hadn’t even set himself. He threw a quick glance at V, who had been banished to the sofa again. He smiled briefly, nodded slightly, as if to say “your call”, his eyes bright, encouraging him to stand up for himself. Fuck… Kerry’s heart sunk a little more than just a notch.

“Yeah, I think we’re hittin’ a wall here,” he then said, looking back at Vicki, “Lemme sleep on it.”

“No problem!” Vicki said, and at least a little bit of pressure was lifted off of Kerry’s chest, “We still made some big steps forward today.”

She got up from her chair and stretched.

“Alright guys, time to pack up here for now,” she directed the two sound engineers, then she turned to V who had also gotten up from the sofa, “Was nice seein’ you again, V.”

“Likewise,” V nodded, and they shook hands. Kerry spun around on his chair as he jacked out of the mixing console and then slowly walked over to join V, who put an arm around him as they left the booth.

“You did good,” V said, pressing a quick kiss on Kerry’s cheek, but all Kerry could think of was the inevitable conversation they’d have next, at the latest when they got into his car. He didn’t want V to go meet Mr. B, not alone… Admittedly, he just really did not want him to go with anyone else but him. But of course, why would V wanna take him along? Kerry was no merc. He could handle his guns alright, even though it had been decades since he fired one in an actually dangerous situation, not just to blow off steam by shooting bottles in the desert. He’d been in many dangerous situations throughout his life though and had still made it this far, one way or another finding his way out of the messes surrounding him every time. But admittedly, the people V had at his throat now were still bigger than anything he’d ever had to face before. What difference could he make that wasn’t to V’s disadvantage?

They walked down the hallway in silence, V’s arm still around Kerry’s shoulders, and when they turned the corner and the elevators came into sight, one of them was just in the process of arriving. A familiar blue pompadour appeared behind doors sliding open, and Kerry rolled his eyes so hard, he feared he’d dislocated them for a moment.

“Ah, Kerry, I… we’re in a bit of a pickle…” Lee announced loudly, then his eyes fell on V and went wide for a second and he hesitated. Maybe he was really a bit scared of him.

“Is this about the fuckin’ Crystal Palace again because I swear - …” Kerry muttered when Lee approached them quickly, a datapad in his hands.

“No… ah, it’s actually good you’re both here. We have a little publicity problem… And we need to come up with a plan of action, quickly,” he said, voice hushed as he urgently gestured them to step to the edge of the hallway.

Kerry frowned as Lee handed him the datapad. He didn’t know what to even expect. Maybe a paparazzi had taken a picture of Kerry picking his nose in public, and Lee was blowing it completely out of proportion. Instead, a video file was opened on the pad, and Kerry needed a moment to even make sense of what he was seeing. Dashcam footage from the middle of a traffic jam? V was looking at the screen somewhat puzzled, too.

“That’s Little China…” he noted right when Kerry tapped on “play”.

The sound quality of the video was subpar, the images slightly pixelated. Break lights flashed, the driver of the car immediately ahead of the one which was being recorded from honked angrily. Kerry could only just make out what sounded like an NCPD announcement via loudspeaker in the distance.

“Please turn around, the road is blocked!”

Realization hit him like a truck, and in the next moment he watched himself jump out of his own car a little further ahead, absolutely frantic because he’d just arrived at the site of V’s accident. Only now he noticed the timestamp from a few days ago in the corner of the clip.

“Sir, stay in your vehicle!” a woman yelled, and the operator of the camera mumbled something – it sounded like they’d edited out their own voice in an attempt to obscure their identity before surely sending this little clip to the highest bidding media jerk. The camera jittered and was moved from its mounted position, zooming in on Kerry at the police cordon where he continued to yell at a young cop to a point where she pulled out her gun. He barely remembered the whole situation, let alone what he’d said or done, half fearing he’d been caught on camera punching her. He watched the scene play out half in trance, an older badge resolving everything peacefully rather quickly though. The video ended with him getting back into his car and speeding off.

Kerry looked up at Lee, who took the datapad, tapped around on it for a few seconds, then gave it back to him. He had opened a variety of articles across all the usual screamsheets and news networks.

“It’s bad it’s… everywhere already,” he said, ��I think… the best next step might be releasing a statement? Deny some of the worst accusations at the very least, to minimize damage to your image…”

Lee rambled on, but Kerry didn’t even bother listening. His eyes were glued to the datapad. Article titles ranged from journalism classics like “Road-Rage Rockstar” to ones lacking all sense of creativity, like “Eurodyne unhinged about mystery lover?”. Opinions seemed divided about whether or not he must’ve been high out of his mind or not, and the reasons for him freaking out at the roadblock in the first place. Kerry scrolled through the tabs, encountered rankings and collections of the most unflattering screenshots taken from the clip, saw remixes of it in the making, detailed analyses of everything he presumably said, and the hundreds of comments already accumulating under all of it. Some were bored, some confused, some even sympathetic. But his eyes most lingered on the ones mocking him.

Suddenly, and with gentle force, V took the datapad from him, turned it off, and handed it back to Lee without a word. He put his arm back around Kerry, pulling him a little closer.

“What kinda manager are you even?” V then asked sharply at Lee’s puzzled expression.

“I, uh…” Lee stammered.

“Thought so,” V interrupted him once more, voice and eyes stone cold, “How come this even got so bad? You can’t tell me all these articles popped up within the last 5 minutes. That first video alone was uploaded hours ago. Right then and there you should’ve gotten your ass up and requested a takedown, a media blackout at the very least, used the fuckin’ connections you surely have. That’s your job! Not come running to us like a dog with its tail between its legs because it crapped on the carpet again and doesn’t know what to do now. What were you doing when all this happened, huh? Whose ass were you stuck in all the way down to your shoulders about stupid merch while some assholes spread the vilest lies about the fucking talented artist you signed? Whose reputation and wellbeing you should be takin’ care of? What are you being paid for?”

Lee stared at V with wide eyes and gaping mouth for a solid ten seconds, at the very least. Kerry stared as well, but his face was flushed and… had his pants gotten tighter all of a sudden? V could be fucking scary if he wanted to, and it was sexy as hell… So much so that at least for a moment Kerry actually managed to forget what they were talking about, the mountain of media-shit currently broiling outside this building’s walls.

“I, uh… I’m so sorry, I’ll…,” was all Lee managed to sputter before he stumbled back towards the elevators, pulling out his phone already to frantically call his higher ups.

V huffed angrily.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous.”

Then he turned to Kerry, and his expression immediately softened. He kissed Kerry’s forehead before pulling him into a proper hug, and Kerry just let it happen, closing his arms around him slowly.

His thoughts were racing, lingering on the fact that V had seen him now in a moment so desperate and helpless… that fuck knows how many more people had, too, and all the media bullshit that was surely to follow. The rumor mill was already running at full speed about their “secretive” relationship anyway.

Not that they kept it secret on purpose. They weren’t hiding, just keeping a low profile, because Kerry had been through all of this with Louise over and over. It had been a nightmare to always play the happy couple, especially when behind closed doors…

With their current uncertainty about so many things it didn’t feel like the right moment yet. Dealing with the media vultures tearing into their private life would just be another stressor, one they could actually avoid. Kerry wanted to go public badly, wanted to scream his love for V from the rooftops, because he made him so fucking happy. But as long as they kept somewhat quiet about it all, he’d have V all to himself still, for a little while longer… for as long as he’d still have him at all.

And V, well… he was a rather private person in general, for safety reasons mostly, or so he said. He also didn’t want to hide or keep their love a secret forever, had reassured him over and over that he wanted to be a part of Kerry’s public life when the time was right – still working on the Crystal Palace heist in secret at the time. In hindsight his reluctance then made sense now, had something gone wrong, himself not even fully in the know about what Mr. B had wanted him to do. But Kerry sometimes doubted if maybe there wasn’t more to his current reluctance than his justified worries about their future and what “officially” sleeping with the King of the Afterlife might do to Kerry’s reputation.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Kerry…” V whispered. His voice had done a full 180 as soon as Lee was out of earshot, quiet and gentle again now. It was a little jarring occasionally, the contrast between the icy ex-corpo and his soft and caring mainline.

“What for?” Kerry then asked, trying his best not to sound too upset about the whole ordeal.

“Everythin’…” V mumbled, head resting on his shoulder now, “That I worry you so much all the time, I… had no idea that... That you were there.”

Kerry shuddered. Right… he hadn’t told V he’d almost witnessed the accident. Why would he, it hadn’t mattered. All that had was that V had made it out of there alive.

“And then having to deal with this dipshit on top of it all...” V added, a little bit of anger flaring up in his tone again after all.

“Well, the dipshit is only partly your fault at least, so, apology accepted,” Kerry tried to joke to ease the tension, and V laughed weakly.

He leaned back to look Kerry in the eyes again, brushing his fingers through his hair with a gentleness that Kerry still struggled to process most days. How V touched him so softly, looked at him with an adoration as if he was the sun and he’d just laid eyes upon it for the first time in his life. And then he could turn around and tear a guy to shreds just with his words, without as much as blinking.

“Wanna go home and watch a movie?” V asked, leaving the dreaded ‘are you okay?’ unspoken while still acknowledging the situation, that Kerry needed something to take his mind off of this. But Kerry had another idea. He couldn’t help himself but kiss V, long and deep. His lips lingered, as did his arms around V’s shoulders.

“V…,” he said quietly against his mouth, “Let me fight for you the way you fight for me. Just this once.”

V’s shoulders tensed up for a moment, the tiniest noise escaped his throat, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Or stopped himself just in time.

“Please,” Kerry begged and kissed him again, more intensely now, sucking on his bottom lip, tugging at his piercing with his teeth. V’s eyes were closed and then he slumped forward with a shudder, his forehead coming to a rest against Kerry’s.

“Okay…” he whispered, voice shaking just slightly. It wasn’t much, but that was to be expected. Kerry would take it though, without hesitation.

He grabbed V by the collar of his jacket, eliciting a little gasp from him at the sudden force, as he pushed him towards the elevators, the doors sliding open as they approached. By the time they were inside, pressed against the back wall and the doors closed again behind them, Kerry had already undone V’s belt. Sloppily kissing him the whole time, their little moans and gasps drowned out all other noises. As the elevator began descending to the parking garage, so did Kerry. He got on his knees in front of V and pulled his pants and underwear down just far enough to cup his naked ass with his hands, mouth closing around his already hard and swollen clit.

“Shit, Kerry, what the fuck…” V gasped, voice heavy with desire, his fingers curling into Kerry’s hair, pulling first, then guiding his head, his movements. Kerry’s thoughts wandered back to their evening on the yacht briefly, the same thrill and excitement he’d felt then. How alive he’d felt for the first time in a long time ever since V had walked into his life.

His tongue still circling and teasing, never breaking contact to the hot, soft, salty, he looked up at V, breathing heavily, face red, eyes dark and hooded. He wasn’t easy to fluster, but this did the trick every time. Kerry groaned against V’s skin, sliding his tongue further back, licking him up, devouring him, and V’s whole body shuddered as he moaned with pleasure, things trembling and knees almost giving in.

With an electronic “ding” the elevator stopped, the doors slid open, and Kerry got back up, tongue trailing across V’s stomach in the process. He helped V to haphazardly pull up his pants, really just high enough to be able to walk, then he grabbed his hand and they half-jogged across the huge parking garage towards Kerry’s car.

“Passenger side,” V directed him, their eyes met briefly, and they couldn’t help but snicker at an incident a while ago where they’d tried to do it on the driver’s seat and kept bumping against the horn. For some miracle reason that hadn’t ended up in the screamsheets, despite the car being parked near a high-end restaurant they’d spent the evening at. Their last proper date night Kerry remembered, and it felt like it had happened ages ago already.

The passenger side door swung open and now V was the one to push Kerry inside, onto the decadent black and gold leather seat.

“Make me forget my own name,” Kerry pleaded, legs spread, reaching up to grab V’s chin, brushing his thumb across his lips. V smiled, wickedly almost, and it made Kerry’s dick throb in protest about still being confined to his too-tight jeans. But V was already down on his knees now, about to deliver him the relief he was yearning for.

“Ah fuck…” V cursed under his breath, struggling with just one hand to undo Kerry’s belt, and so Kerry helped him, yanked his pants down and his cock sprung free.

“Well, hello there,” V chuckled, and Kerry wanted to say something in response, but his words turned into gibberish when V took him into his mouth without hesitation.

What they did here was all manners of risky. V kneeling beside Kerry’s very recognizable car, naked ass hanging over the waistband of his pants. They weren’t even parked in a dark and quiet corner, no, pretty much in the middle of the parking garage instead. Anyone could come in at any moment, from all directions. Not really the smartest thing to do after what had just transpired, was still going on – and Kerry doubted Lee was capable of fixing it.

But also, all sense and reason was out the window, at least for this moment. Kerry didn’t want to think about it anymore, least of all about Lee’s incompetence. All that he wanted in his thoughts was V, his tongue, his soft lips, hot mouth…

“Vince…” he groaned, the wet sounds of V sucking him off so good must’ve echoed through the whole garage. V took Kerry in so well, so deep, it was driving him crazy. Kerry didn’t even try to hold himself back, little moans kept escaping his lips, the melody to the song of their lovemaking. V kept up a steady rhythm, now and then looking up at Kerry, and whenever their eyes met it only added to Kerry’s arousal. V had begun to touch himself, occasionally moaning quietly as well, the vibration of his voice translating onto Kerry’s dick, and it was almost too much to bear. Kerry buried his hands in V’s hair and then urged him to stop before he was too far gone, balancing at the edge of his climax already.

“Not yet… Come here,” he panted, his own voice sounded strange and distant, and his dick popped out of V’s mouth, leaving a thin, glistening trail of saliva and precum on his chin. Kerry pulled V into a messy kiss, tasting himself on V’s tongue, let his hands trail along his lover’s lean body, bruised muscles twitching under the lightest touch. His fingers found their way between V’s legs and fuck, he was dripping with lust… V shuddered at the touch, back arching, pushing himself against Kerry’s chest and fingers. Kerry slid into the passenger seat properly now, dragged V inside with him, and the car door closed, giving them some privacy finally, but also limiting their range of movement drastically. V straddled Kerry’s lap with some difficulty. The anticipation was torturous, for both of them.

“Fuck, you gotta… I can’t…,” V groaned in frustration, needing his healthy hand to hold on to Kerry for balance, while struggling to get his pants down to his ankles and out of the way. Kerry kissed V’s throat as he firmly placed his hands on his hips and guided him down onto his cock. V’s breath hitched, he groaned as Kerry slid into him, and Kerry whimpered, the wet, pulsating warmth pulling him in.

“Fuck… ya feel so good around me,” he whispered, his head falling against V’s chest, his hands still on his waist, slowly gliding upwards under his t-shirt, caressing, then lightly scratching his goosebumps-covered skin. V gulped, breath still shaky as he adjusted his position until he was comfortable on the seat way too narrow for this exercise. A severe oversight from the designers.

V started grinding against Kerry, pace slowly increasing again until the whole car was moving with them. Kerry’s fingers dug into V’s flesh, and V winced, burying his face in Kerry’s hair. His arms were wrapped around Kerry’s shoulders, his hips rolling, he clenched around Kerry with every move. Kerry moaned at how good this made him feel, how even in this tiny space fucking Vince was more like dancing with him. Both of them following and in the lead simultaneously, perfectly matching each other’s movements, meeting in the middle, hitting all the right spots with perfect timing, every time…

“Cum in me, please,” V begged, and with that it was over for Kerry. His head fell back as his vision blurred with stars, all muscles in his body tensing up for a moment as he climaxed. For a few seconds he lost all sensation in his arms and legs, his head was wonderfully empty, heavy, grunting as his hips bucked upwards meeting V’s without even thinking about it. He somewhat regained his composure just in time to watch V close his eyes, bite his lip, and rock himself to completion on his dick. V slumped forward, breathing heavily, kissing Kerry’s neck lazily and Kerry held him close. Basking in his scent, his radiance, V’s breathing and little gasps were like music reminding Kerry of home. Slowly they swayed to a hold, just resting against each other to catch their breath again.

“Still know who you are?” V asked after a few moments, still panting slightly, and Kerry laughed softly.

“Unfortunately, yeah,” he sighed, running one hand through V’s hair, lingering at the nape of his neck, fingers curling in the slightly longer strands there. His own little corpo-rat, including the tail, he thought with a smile.

“Dammit… remind me to put one of my straps into the glovebox when we’re home. Gotta try that next time.”

Kerry chuckled, and so did V.

“I love you, Kerry.”

“Love ya, too.”

V sighed heavily, somewhat unwilling to move it seemed, fitting into Kerry’s shape so comfortably. Only with reluctance he got up as far as he could without hitting his head, slowly, and gasped and shuddered once more when Kerry slipped out of him. He leaned over again for another quick kiss before unlocking the passenger door and beginning to scramble out of the car. He almost ended up falling out with his pants half-restraining his movement still.

He cursed when Kerry caught him only just in time.

“This just in, man murdered by his own pants,” Kerry laughed, and then they both giggled at how inelegant this whole experience was, with legs still shaky, half-undressed, hair messy, and both of them red-faced and sweaty and very visibly still reeling from the exertion and post-orgasm-high.

V finally stumbled to his feet and out of the car, pulled his pants back up as best as he could with one hand. Kerry did the same but didn’t bother getting out or even up. V turned back around, giving up on trying to close his belt as he leaned against the open car door with his left shoulder, flinching and adjusting his posture slightly. With his right hand he reached over and brushed some stray hairs out of Kerry’s face.

“Gorgeous,” he mused quietly, thumb trailing down Kerry’s cheek, following his fashionware. Kerry smiled with some reluctance, reaching up to take V’s hand and pressed a short kiss on his palm. He didn’t let go and looked up at him.

“I meant it, earlier,” he then said, “Lemme go with you to face these fuckers.”

V’s head slumped against the roof of the car with a soft thud, he looked away, then back at Kerry, then away again.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said quietly, “If they’re up to no good. If they see you as a threat. For whatever reason, really.”

“I can handle myself,” Kerry reassured him.

“I promised you something, remember?” V slowly said, thumb circling Kerry’s knuckles, playing with one of his rings, “I’d protect you from yourself.”

“You’re doing that already, more than enough,” Kerry said, sternly, but his heart ached at the same time at how serious V was taking this little promise, given a long time ago in a moment of emotional vulnerability.

How often had Kerry been told and reassured that a significant other or friend or other acquaintance would always be there for him… only to be dropped whenever he became too much of an inconvenience, relapsed one too many times, or inevitably fucked something else up again. Sure, even V had not always been able to be there physically when he needed him, he’d messed up, forgotten stuff, but never anything that truly mattered. And he sure as hell made up for his shortcomings every single time, sooner or later. He treated even the smallest promises with a sincerity that almost felt out of place for Night City. Kerry had seen and lived through so much, but this level of honest devotion without ulterior motives was something he’d still have to learn to navigate, that sometimes was almost a little too much to bear. Something he didn’t really feel worthy of.

“You can’t protect me from everythin’ forever though,” he then said decidedly, “You gotta let me make my own decisions still.”

“I know,” V said quietly, “Sorry… didn’t wanna seem patronizing. Or like I didn’t wanna have you around. I do. I’m just… dunno. Y’know. Everything.”

He shrugged.

“All good,” Kerry clutched V’s hand a little tighter, “But sure as hell wouldn’t hurt if we talked ‘bout this a bit more openly. If you’d relax a bit more. Y’know, I’m not that fragile.”

V looked back up at him finally, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” he nodded, but then his eyes drifted away again.

“Please,” Kerry repeated his plea from earlier, “Let me come with you. Protect each other through this, and everythin’ to come.”

V’s eyes seemed anchored to the ground, head still resting against the frame of the car, back against the open door. Then he slowly stood up straight again and took a deep breath, not letting go of Kerry’s hand still.

“Y’know, didn’t think I’d ever be this scared of something again, with all that happened,” he said, “But I’m actually terrified of goin’ there.”

“Me too,” Kerry said without even thinking, but it was true.

There was a little glint in V’s eyes.

“Don’t even know what to do with myself. Not even sure if it’s the anticipation… or the unknown. Or knowing that, whatever it is, could be either a huge chance or the biggest letdown so far,” V said, swaying back and forth. If their fingers weren’t entangled, he’d surely be pacing along the whole length of the garage already.

“Can do somethin’ ‘bout some of these worries at least though,” Kerry said, and now he got up and out of the car as well. He reached out to cup V’s face to stop him from looking around, from swaying, give him something to focus on.

“Let’s just go. Right now. No more overthinkin’,” he said, “We have the address, let’s fuckin’ do it.”

V’s eyes were wide, he was frowning slightly, as if it had never occurred to him to just go there right now, without hours or days of preparation first. He looked away briefly, seemed to consider it. Then he looked back at Kerry.

“Not with your car. Let’s switch it out with one of mine,” he said, and Kerry’s heart skipped a beat, with excitement or even more anxiety, he couldn’t quite tell.

“Okay, then let’s fuckin’ go,” Kerry spurred him on, gently dragging him back towards the car.

“And… I wanna change real quick, maybe shower…” V added, hissing and flinching in pain, and Kerry helped him into the seat, slowly and carefully now.

“And knock myself out with pain killers…” V added under his breath.

“Honestly, it’d be a power move. Walkin’ in there full of my cum,” Kerry said flatly, in an attempt to ease the tension, and V snorted.

“Just sayin’… you asked for it,” Kerry grinned, and V grabbed him by the collar, pulled him down and kissed him, bit his lip with just enough force for it to sting, but not be unbearable. Kerry pulled away slightly, licked his lips, but V didn’t let go of his t-shirt just yet.

“Let’s just go,” he said, “Before I get the chance to change my mind again.”

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