#practically turning into a biohazard at this point

[throatofdelusionincarnate]

@naffeclipse you monster what have you done to me! /j

I’m obsessing over humpback!reader and orclipse. Little snippet of a drabble/oneshot about the two. I love your writing so much and your characters and aaaaaa ! I don’t know how to express it normally so have a snippet please and thank you!

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio DP x DC Nobody Knows AU Part 8

Part 7

Shockingly, it turns out Danny knows how to cook. He's good at it, even, and when Tucker expresses his disbelief at the practiced way Danny moves in the kitchen Danny snorts.

“You know what the Fenton kitchen was like. When I got out of there and had access to food and kitchens that weren't biohazards, I learned eventually. I have a very distinct appreciation for good food nowadays, and I like being able to make it myself.”

He puts music on through a little Bluetooth speaker on the counter, invites them to participate, and they cook.

It's fun. They dance, they drink, they sample ingredients as they put their pizzas together. There's a minor flour war that sets off rounds of giggling and shrieking - more importantly it makes Danny cackle in a way she used to love and hasn't gotten to hear since they were teens.

It's exactly the same, and she missed it. Pure impish delight and mischief.

For as many things that are the same, there are ones that have changed.

Danny has a grace to him now that he didn't used to, and he moves near silently. He sways easily and elegantly to the music without thinking about it as they talk and make mischief with each other.

The oven and the adjusted thermostat make it much more comfortable in the apartment after a while, but Danny doesn't shed the pullover sweater he wears at any point. He didn't even roll the sleeves up to cook.

Come to think of it, when they entered high school he started doing that too. He wore long sleeves even in the summer - Sam tries not to think about abusive households or self harm. She hopes it's not that, but…

She puts the thoughts aside as well as she can.

Tucker had mentioned it before to her, but with all the grinning and laughing tonight Sam can see that he was right and Danny's teeth are sharper than she remembers. All four canine teeth are almost startlingly pointy.

She doesn't mention it. What she does mention is the apartment.

“This is a really nice place, Danny. You got a secret sugar daddy you haven't told us about?”

Tucker gapes at her and smacks her arm. Danny bluescreens for a moment before he snorts an ugly laugh and descends into near hysterics.

“Oh my God! Ancients, no! No, no sugar daddy. Just a well paying engineering gig lately, and some money I saved up before I left Amity. Holy shit, Sam.”

She shrugs, some tension she didn't know she was carrying leaving her shoulders. “Had to ask. Would have had a shovel talk to deliver.”

Danny starts laughing again, and Tucker groans and puts his head in his hands.

“I cannot believe you actually just asked him that,” Tucker moans.

“I can,” Danny responds with a chipper grin, Tucker's answering snort overlaid by the ding of the oven timer.

Danny knocks back the rest of his drink and waves in the vague direction of the living room area.

“I'll take this out and cut it. Go sit and we can eat it around the coffee table in case we want to watch a movie or something?”

The sitting area is spacious and comfortable, couches black leather. There's a heavy, fluffy white throw over the back of one that looks soft as all get out, but she and Tuck quickly decide to settle on the floor.

The coffee table is low enough that it's more convenient for reaching food and drinks set on it.

Tucker whistles appreciatively at the TV, so it must be a cutting edge new model. Fucking nerd.

Danny trots over not long after with two serving boards balanced precariously on one arm, his refilled sangria in one hand, the pitcher of sangria in the other and another beer held against his side by an awkward elbow.

Tucker and Sam both shoot to their feet to try and mitigate a disaster, but miraculously it all makes it to the table unharmed.

“It's almost like you guys don't trust me,” Danny pouts, his grin ruining it. “Careful, it's hot.”

“You are a perpetual accident waiting to happen,” Sam tells him scathingly, and he snorts with a peculiar look on his face.

“You don't know the half of it.”

As they all reach for slices of pizza, Danny takes them by surprise by taking a piece of Sam's, not Tucker's.

Tucker gapes at him. “Dude. Tell me you haven't betrayed me like that.”

Danny snorts, shoulders shaking with quiet chuckles. “Nah, I still eat meat. It's just sometimes I have spells where it kind of bothers me and I feel a little sick about it? I'm in one of those lately, but usually I'm still a huge burger and steak guy. Don't worry.”

“Huh. That's weird.”

Danny shrugs, taking a bite of his pizza despite his own warnings and cringing when it burns his mouth.

“Been like that since high school, actually. Used to be worse then,” he mumbles through his attempts to cool a mouthful of molten cheese.

Sam doesn't remember him ever having issues with it in middle school. She wonders what happened to change his outlook, but puts it aside. They're here to hang out and catch up. Have a good time. Not interrogate Danny.

They end up spending hours watching trashy TV and heckling the screen, making small talk and letting each other in on bits of their lives all the while. Everyone's well on their way to tipsy by the time they're done eating, though Danny a little more than Sam and Tuck.

He's loose-limbed and happy, sprawled across both of them in the haphazard pile they've ended up in. He seems incredibly content, and it does Sam's heart good to see him so relaxed.

She and Tucker are sitting with their backs against the couch, Danny's legs slung across Tucker's lap and head in Sam's. It's probably why he notices her shiver a little - it's still a little chilly in the apartment.

Lazily, he points up at the back of the couch. “You can pull that down and cover us if you want. It's really warm.”

Sam offers him a quiet thanks and reaches up to do just that, though she's startled to find that though the top is fluffy, the underside of what she'd thought was a throw is velvety and smooth. Like hide.

It's a real fur - hopefully ethically sourced. Decorated too, there are ornaments threaded into the corners and dangling that she can't pin the origin of. They're very pretty, shells and claws and beads.

As she pulls it down, she flips the edge up to peek at the underside and is startled to find the skin a distinct, familiar ectoplasmic green.

“Um. Danny. What kind of fur is this…?”

“Yeti,” Danny replies offhandedly, sipping his drink before freezing like the question and his own answer just caught up to him. “Uh.”

Masterpost

[thehelltingvilleclub]

OKAY OC POSTING

If you don't gimmie your OC lore in the replies I'm gonna take your toes--

Introducing:: May Osewai - Secretary of Manga Theme Songs:: Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie | She's Out Of Her Mind - blink-182 | FUNERAL GREY - Waterparks Favorite Shit:: Anime Adaptations, Visual novels, Horror / Guro, Battle Royale(s), Monster Movies, Slasher Flicks, Acrylic Stands, Hard Covers, Asian horror, Foreign Films, Evangelion : Neon Genesis, Ghost in the Shell, Corpse Party, Torrent Sites, X-Men, Spawn, Teen Titans, Accurate Translations, Uncensored Doujins, Silent Hill, Serial Experiments : Lain

Japanese Native, although only half japanese, who moved to the suburbs of NY with her father while she was still in middle school. Outwardly, you'd think she wouldn't belong in the Eltingville Club (Aside from.. Girl--) She's quiet, generally keeps to herself.. UNTIL You try to mention anything related to Manga, Mythology Monsters, or Movies, ESPECIALLY foreign movies. A toxic fan just like the rest of them, she belittles "improper" American remakes, English Dub IS for posers, and she will die on the hill that Evangelion is an under rated masterpiece and that nobody actually understands the ending. If she saw how people interpret Serial Experiments: Lain in this day and age of the internet she would actually have a stroke. She became friends with the boys through Pete, though she attended school with all of them throughout their teens. One of her many nicknames was "Sadako", (and yes she would absolutely yell at you if you tried to call her "Samara" instead) due to her generally dead-tired expression and her hair, which used to be significantly longer when she was a kid, to the point that it eventually became her AOL handle (sadako_chan) as a joke to herself. She lives with just her dad, her mom having passed away before they moved to Eltingville, and according to him, Mr. Osewai wanted to try and find her a "less hectic" environment than a tiny Tokyo Apartment. Suffering from the curse of gifted kid burnout and also an only child, she extra didn't have anybody to build social skills with when she was young, so her outlets were manga and cartoons which turned into movies as she got older. She also will randomly blurt out facts she knows about franchises/films she is watching when she is with others (and.. honestly she does it even when she's by herself like a goof), but will get PISSED if people are talking during a scene she likes or something she deems "important to the plot". She also loves to rewatch movies, but gets frustrated when people don't notice or understand things the first time they watch something. She owns dozens, if not nearly a hundred different figures from various franchises, Western or Japanese, including the entire Teen Titans roster as poseable figmas that are practically her prized possession-- That's reserved for her signed poster for the original Battle Royale and her art book for corpse party. She is a bit of a gore weirdo, there's a reason she gets along with Pete after all, so don't be shocked if she starts going off about some random underground 4Chan shit like Metamorphosis on steroids.

Her birthday is September 9th, she thinks Mecha-Fans are a bunch of man-babies that couldn't decide if they wanted to be or fuck Optimus Prime, and absolutely will roundhouse kick you in the shins if you try to use her as an armrest.

Also, some of her favorite game franchises include: Resident Evil/Biohazard, Final Fantasy, Xenoblade, Silent Hill (Yes, even The Room), Mortal Kombat, Corpse Party (obviously), RPG Horror Games, and Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask to name a few. Oh, and the Lego Star Wars and Lego Batman games, but those are guilty pleasures she'll never admit to unless someone offered to play it with her--

[stainapologists]

Banri won't be in this fic that much (he's in 1-B, after all) but I've put a lot of thought into making every scene count. Here's some assorted Banri facts.

He uses his quirk in ways unsettling and unexpected! When he was facing Todoroki in the sports festival, he used it to give himself claws. By that I mean he formed tiny nails in his fingertips and used his quirk to pull out the points. It was incredibly painful, a horrible biohazard, and it made him light headed. He thought it looked cool so he did it anyway.

His hero name is "Blood Driver" and boy, does nobody like that.

He has the same problem as Fujika where when he smiles it makes him look crazy. But worse. Looking like an early 2010's creepypasta edit.

Banri's an angry crier and that makes him angrier. How is anyone going to take him seriously if he can't stop sniffling?

The practical portion of the entrance exam was stupidly easy for him. His quirk is based on magnetization, it messes with machinery all the time and he cannot turn it off. Destroying robots is nothing to him.

Evil ass laugh. Banri made himself look horrible during the sports festival by cackling at the face Todoroki made when the needles came out of his face. (From the scarred half, of course, Banri's not a monster. He won't mess up the other side.)

He's bi but patently Not Cute and so unstable that no one wants him. After their fight, Banri develops a crush on Shoto and psychologically tortures him about it. Pining isn't the word, whatever Banri experiences is much more sinister.

Straight up terrified by Hitoshi. If there's one thing Fujika and Banri always agree on, it's that the loss of control is horrifying. He doesn't bother Hitoshi the way Fujika will, Banri avoids him entirely.

His favorite pro hero is Gang Orca.

[toeispidey]

Hate to be coming back to this conversation when it seems so trivial to an Archie Sonic reader, but since it’s gone on for days and even had the writers argue about it 😅. (Referring to the thought bubbles panel btw)

Looking at a deeper lenses, should Sonic be allowed to self-doubt or think about what he should do like this? Even if he is seen as this inspiring role model to a lot of fans?

I admit it may not been in character for Sonic to be doubtful with some of the points made on the other site, but I also think that doesn’t mean he’s completely incapable of it. He is a guy who does what he thinks he’s right, but he can also get caught off guard at times by his decision-making. He is not free of the consequences no matter how good intentioned they are. And here he is thrown into a situation where his decision will affect others in massive waves.

Tbh I thought it was more practically on what he should do rather than morally at first looking at the panel…he’s a biohazard, running nonstop without sleep and can hurt everyone isn’t a common situation for him at all. Yet for one of the tweets describing Sonic as insecure for this panel just because he’s hesitant does rub me off the wrong way because it isn’t who he is in his core.

(What a headache, noone would’ve cared if it wasn’t for the canon bs I swear. That being said what would Archie Sonic think or do if he was in IDW Sonic’s shoes? Look I know you don’t give a damn about Game Sonic but I’ve seen you commenting about Archie Sonic upholding himself to such a high standard that he’ll annoyed by his alt. selves because of how he grew up needing to directly protect the people around him so this ask was partially prompted because of it.)

well... just because sonic is usually confident i dont think he shouldnt be allowed to have moments of doubt. its what makes for a more layered character rather than sticking to the same handful of guidelines. especially in a comic if youre choosing to make thought bubbles part of sonics writing youre going to have to show parts of his character that would not be in the games (since they only show what he says or does). so i really dont think its a problem... it does feel pretty silly though its a very "ive never read any other comic book" take. i dont really care about the metal virus but i dont think its ooc for sonic to consider what hes doing when hes always an inch away from turning into a robot zombie. archie sonic wouldve done it differently though ftr since hes more explicitly tied to a specific location and has a stronger group affiliation than idw does. he would also try to be more active to nip the metal virus in the bud than whatever the hell idw sonic was running around for

[charliesinfern0]

josuyasu and michi for 47 :^)

HI 6 TY FOR THE PROMPT!!! i have to go to bed now sorry this took a bit to write <3

(here is the prompt list and my f/o x oc list if anybody else wants to send in some prompts!)

Kiss During Conversation with Josuke, Okuyasu, and Michi:

A yawn escaped Josuke’s mouth as he turned the page of his magazine, the heat of the afternoon sun making him feel sleepy. He was lying down on his side on the grass underneath the shade of a big tree near his school, and was enjoying the afternoon with his partners. Michi and Okuyasu had been deep in conversation with one another, and Josuke was all the more happy to just listen to it in the background while he relaxed. 

“And-And! I finally got BioHazard 3, I was planning on staying up late to play it.” Michi grinned and clapped her hands together.

“Really? You sure you won’t be too scared?” Okuyasu asked as he fished another chip from the bag he was eating.

“I’ll be fine! I’ve been waiting practically forever to finally play it, and it’s honestly not all that scary to me.” Josuke could see the excitement radiating off of Michi, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Okuyasu spoke with his mouth full of chips. “Of course you would say that.” 

Michi quirked an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’d say you’re creepier than whatever zombie or monster shows up in that game.”

“Really?” Michi looked at Okuyasu confusedly, tilting her head in a way that caused her bangs to slightly cover her eye, creating a harsh shadow over her face. “Do I scare you?”

“W-Well…,” Okuyasu looked away from her unintentionally intimidating expression, scratching his cheek. “No, I mean, you just scare the shit out of me whenever you walk up behind me without me noticing! It’s unnerving how quiet you are!” He pointed an accusatory finger at her.

Michi’s expression changed back to a smile and she laughed. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

“You can totally help it! You could just tell me that you’re behind me! You could say something like, ‘Hey Okuyasu! I’m right here!’” Okuyasu attempted an impression of Michi, which caused both Josuke and Michi to laugh.

“Hey, why are you laughing!? You can’t tell me the stuff she does isn’t scary as hell!” Okuyasu yelled at Josuke. 

“Well, she doesn’t do it to me. I think she only does it to you because you look cute when you get scared.” Josuke teased. 

“What?!” Okuyasu’s head whipped over to Michi, who giggled. “Guilty!”

Okuyasu covered his face with his hands, his cheeks growing warm. “You guys are so mean to me, you know that?”

Josuke got up from his spot and sat down next to Okuyasu. “Aw, we’re sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“We are, honest!” Michi tried to pull Okuyasu’s hands from his face, but he stayed put.

“Really? You’re really sorry?”

“Yes!” Josuke and Michi said at the same time.

Okuyasu finally moved his hands away from his face, and once he did, Michi and Okuyasu kissed his cheeks at the same. 

“GAH!” Okuyasu exclaimed, jumping up from his spot and turning around to see his partners laughing again, his face growing hotter.

“I-I’m gonna get back at you guys for doing that, you know!”

[bestrodentcontrolcompanyinca]

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[jmas6]

Incentive Structure is Key

After watching the anime and the lecture, the idea that stuck out the most to me was the balance of regulation and discipline. In Shin Sekai Yori, like the professor explained, those who were in power had no ability to regulate children's access to psychic abilities strong enough to kill a great deal of people in a short period of time, so they had no choice but to heavily rely on discipline. However, I think that the fantasy aspect of this scenario detracts from the real world application of this concept. I do not think it is likely that children will ever be able to access such unregulatable amounts of destructive capability, or at least not anytime in the foreseeable future. One example the professor gave was about CRISPR and how a grad student might be able to create a biohazard, but this kind of technology is relatively easily regulated and, more importantly, by the time anyone gains enough skill to do such a thing, they will have had a long time in the "child surveillance" system to potentially weed out any who may have had violent tendencies. In my opinion, the best way to move forward is to set up appropriate incentive structures.

When I say "incentive structure," I am referring to the whole set of rules and regulations surrounding surrounding an issue, as well as the real world enforcement of these rules. For example, our current US tax system is supposedly progressive, meaning that those who make more money pay a higher percentage of their income in taxes. In practice, however, decades of little tweaks and additions to the tax code, including this like tax breaks for charity, tax credits for EVs, estate taxes, capital gains taxes, etc, have created something of a bloated mess that should, in theory, still maintain its status as a "progressive" tax system. In practice, however, all of these additions to the tax code have created countless loopholes that allow people to pay less than they otherwise would have if America had just had something like a wealth tax(not that such a thing would necessarily be better or worse than our current system), i.e. our current tax system has created an incentive to find as many loopholes as possible to pay as little in taxes as possible. This incentive essentially created a new profession: the tax lawyer. In modern day America, once you hit a certain level of wealth, it becomes worth it to pay someone thousands of dollars to do nothing but structure your finances so that you pay as little in taxes as possible. This, in turn, creates an even greater incentive for others in a similar economic position to do the same, since if they do not, they are essentially just paying more taxes than you-which just feels unfair. If the tax code was properly enforced to the spirit of the law, rather than the letter, many of these loopholes would get shut down and, with appropriate punishments (or "discipline"), the new incentive would be to simply pay your fair share of taxes.

This whole tangent into taxes was essentially just to make the point that people's actions will naturally be guided by the incentives inherent to the system they find themselves in. To apply this to the discussion of how society might deal with the increasing threat of the "wild child," I believe that it is in the government's best interest to create a system that incentivizes a reduction of factors that we know might lead to one becoming a wild child. Although I have not done any in-depth research into exactly what factors increase the risk of such a thing happening, I would imagine that we have had enough cases of wild children in the US alone to perform at least some form of trend analysis to determine some of these factors. At the very least, funding to schools, as well as scrutiny as to how they spend such funding, would likely be a good start.

[davidrian123]

How Medical Waste Disposal in Hialeah Affects Public Health?

Medical waste in a fast-growing city like Hialeah is an unfortunate byproduct of healthcare serving its thousand residents daily. With used needles, blood-soaked dressings, expired medicine, and biohazard containers, the project of handling and disposing of such waste safely is not just a back-end process; it is a responsibility towards public health.

When a site like Hialeah provides medical waste disposal in fine condition, the risk to the community stays minimal. However, when things go wrong, the wrong doings extend way out of the clinic walls: sanitation workers, water systems, and the environment pay the cost, finally affecting all of us in public health.

Understanding Medical Waste: What's the Big Deal?

Medical wastes are any wastes that might be contaminated by blood, bodily fluids, or any material that is potentially infectious. It comprises:

•   sharps: needles, syringes, scalpels

•     pathological waste: human tissues, organs

•     infectious waste: items contaminated with blood or bodily fluids

•     pharmaceutical wastes: expired or unused medicines

•     chemical wastes: disinfectants, solvents, and reagents used in laboratories.

In highly populated cities of Hialeah with a subtropical climate, if the wastes are not stored, treated, and then transported properly, these can very quickly turn into a hazard to human health.

Why Improper Medical Waste Handling Is a Threat to Public Health?

Let us delve deeper into each particular health risk posed by improper disposal of medical waste:

1. Spread of Infectious Diseases

The improper disposal of syringes and other used materials can disseminate hepatitis B, hepatitis C, and HIV. Sanitation workers, landfill staff, and the general public, especially children, become vulnerable when infectious waste is not segregated and instead is dumped with general waste or scatter wastes on the street.

2. Water Contamination

Improper disposal practices such as flushing of pharmaceuticals or chemicals into sewage lines contaminate water sources. They threaten human health and aquatic lives alike. Groundwater contamination can cause gastrointestinal infections, impotence, and developmental disorders in children.

3. Burning and Emission of Toxic Gases

Burning of medical wastes in some of the incinerators without filtration puts into the air dioxins, furans, and heavy metals, all of which are toxins said to cause cancers, immune disorders, and respiratory illnesses.

4. Environmental Hazards

Being near Everglades and natural water channels, uncontained medical wastes of Hialeah stand a chance of seeping into fragile ecosystems. After the systems have been destroyed, it will take decades to undo the effects.

Real-World Incidents: The Consequences Are Real

Florida has seen its share of violations related to medical waste in recent years. Some cases involved instances in which biohazard bags, stored improperly, were found leaking near dumpsters. In some other cases of illegal dumping, unlicensed contractors may have been hired to cut corners.

Although not necessarily all these are directly construct of Hialeah, they are an important reminder that a single insulation can endanger hundreds.

In one such incident taking place in South Florida, residents had reported to the authorities about finding used syringes washing up on a beach access point. Later, it was found that these syringes came from a clinic with a lousy waste tracking system. Fortunately, no injuries were recorded; yet, a huge outrage came about in the community.

This is what brings in the need for a strict medical waste disposal Hialeah policy so that every health facility complies with regulations and safeguards public health.

Who Is Responsible for Safe Medical Waste Disposal?

The parties that are involved in ensuring the waste does not become a public hazard are as follows:

•     Healthcare Providers: Doctors, dentists, and veterinarians must segregate and package waste in the proper way.

•     Waste Haulers: Licensed disposal services safely transport the waste to the approved treatment facility.

•     Regulatory Bodies: These are the Florida Department of Health and EPA, who set the standards and enforce them.

•     Facility Managers: Regular internal audits and thorough training (at the clinic level) are necessary to ensure compliance.

Shared responsibility means every link in the chain must work perfectly-- because one weak link can compromise the entire system.

Community Education: A Vital but Overlooked Solution

This issue of knowledge appears, in many cases, to be the `missing piece' within effective waste management strategies. Examples are:

•     Patients often dispose of insulin syringes at home without the use of sharps containers.

•     They flush down unused antibiotics, not knowing that it pollutes the water supply of the municipality.

•     Other residents pick their way through curbside bins, unaware they might be exposing themselves to a biohazard.

Community health programs in Hialeah would be right at that point. Such initiatives include:

•     Sharps disposal programs at no cost

•     Certain sites in public for the dropping off of medications

•     A public education campaign on household medical waste disposal

Small measures will act to lessen risk and encourage a sense of responsibility.

The Role of Technology in Safer Waste Disposal

Not only has modern technology ensured greater transparency in waste management, but it has also increased the reliability of the process. A Hialeah healthcare facility that invests in the following:

•     Digital waste tracking systems

•     Automated compliance logs

•     Real-time pickup verification

...will rarely get into trouble with violations or be accused of putting public health at risk. Such tools also reinstate the healthcare facility's preparedness through crisis audits and recovery scenarios, such as hurricanes or disease outbreaks.

Technology eliminates manual entry errors and creates an unshakeable chain of custody from clinic to treatment center.

What Facilities in Hialeah Should Do Right Now?

The following steps need to be taken directly for your health provider in Hialeah:

1.     Audit Current Waste Practices: Identify weak points.

2.    Have Frequent Staff Training Sessions: Focus on actual waste-disposal scenarios.

3.    Double-Check Waste Contractor: See to it that they have a license and comply with it.

4.    Set up an Informational Board on Waste Disposal for the Public: Instruct patients about proper home disposal.

5.    Review Local Regulations At least Once a Year: Laws change; don't lag behind.

By glancing through these steps proactively, you are not just meeting requirements but are standing for the health of an entire community.

Final Thoughts

This nexus between medical waste disposal Hialeah and public health is not theoretical; it is very real, immediate, and affected. Getting each biohazard bag sealed on time, every injection duly handled, and every record of waste well-maintained goes some way in building a healthy and safer community.

In a vibrant community city like Hialeah, providers have an obligation and also the opportunity to set the standards for others. In case you are a private practice or own a big facility in medical waste disposal, your voice is loud in this city. Choose wisely, lead responsibly.

If you want to understand the Connection between Safe Waste & Safe Neighborhood, then just kindly read our next blog in this series “Safe Waste, Safe Neighborhood: The Connection Explained” and Stay Tuned!

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Scalpel & Silence

The temperature in the room didn’t change, but the energy did.

Sakari didn’t raise her voice—she didn’t even have one in that moment. But the authority radiating off her made every single person in the room… still.

Even the Fatu men.

Zilla folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall, dark eyes narrowing.

Jey shifted his weight just slightly, mouth twisting into a mix of intrigue and respect.

Sefa whispered something into Imani’s curls, his smirk low and satisfied.

Jacob? Jacob didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just watched like a man witnessing something sacred.

And the others?

They watched her work.

The man in the chair—chest rising and falling fast—shifted in the cuffs, laughing nervously. “Y’all serious right now? She’s deaf, bro. What, she gonna mime me into a confession?”

That’s when she stopped moving.

No expression.

No reaction.

Just quiet.

Then—without even glancing at the women behind her—Sakari lifted her hands slowly, reached up, and removed her hearing aids.

Her face didn’t change, but the air around her did. Something about that simple, practiced motion said louder than any threat ever could: “I don’t need to hear you to end you.”

She reached for the table, grabbed a nearby towel, and wiped a small smear of blood from her gloves with surgical precision—not her own blood.

Then?

The backhand.

Crack.

The snap of her latex-covered palm echoed through the room as his head whipped to the side—hard.

Celia gasped, whispering “Damn,” under her breath.

Serenity smiled faintly, cocked to the side like she was impressed.

Imani just blinked, then slowly signed to Sefa without taking her eyes off Sakari:

“She’s colder than me.”

Sefa nodded slowly. “Way colder.”

The traitor’s mouth bled. His eyes wild. “What the—bitch, you hit me?!”

Sakari calmly typed on her phone again. The robotic voice spoke, emotionless and terrifying:

“You’re going to tell the truth. You just don’t know it yet.”

She leaned forward. Picked up a syringe from the medical tray she’d brought herself—because of course she had. Drew up a dose of saline. Just saline. But he didn’t know that.

She held it up, looked at the needle thoughtfully, then jabbed it into the soft meat of his shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to sting.

The man yelled, jerking in the cuffs.

Sakari didn’t flinch.

Instead, she turned to Charaé and typed again.

“Pressure point behind his collarbone is compromised. Dislocation, maybe. Left rib’s bruised. If I press here…”

She did it—right where she said—and the man screamed.

Jacob muttered low under his breath, “God damn.”

By the time she was done—twenty minutes later—the man was sobbing. Not from torture. From the fact that she hadn’t yelled. Hadn’t threatened. Hadn’t wasted a single word.

She just moved like she was born for this.

Tactical. Silent. Surgical.

The names spilled from his lips like a leak in a pipe.

Who he sold the stolen weight to. Which port they’d smuggled it through. Which crew got a cut. Everything.

Sakari slowly stood, eyes flat. Pulled her gloves off one finger at a time, tossed them into a biohazard bin like she was clocking out of a hospital shift.

Jacob stepped forward, not saying a word.

He reached for the back of her neck and gently clipped her hearing aids back into place—tender and reverent, like they were a crown.

She blinked up at him as the sounds of the world slowly returned.

“You good?” he asked low, voice gritty.

She raised a brow.

Texted.

“That man said I’m deaf and useless. Guess I misunderstood the assignment.”

Jacob laughed under his breath. “Nah, baby. You rewrote it.”

Chapter Forty: Red Bottoms & Red Flags

The air inside the warehouse had shifted.

Not just from what Sakari had done—but from who she’d just proven herself to be. There were plenty of women around the Fatu cartel. Wives. Mothers. Operators. But this? This wasn’t a wife of a kingpin. This was a woman who had just earned her own damn throne.

Charaé—still in her heels, acrylics clicking as she stepped—crossed over to Sakari, giving her a long once-over. Her eyes paused on the blood drying along Sakari’s forearm, then at the slight flecks on her cheek. But the defense attorney said nothing about it.

Instead, she reached into her clutch and pulled out a velvet pouch. Inside?

A custom-made pin. Small. Black. Silver lining. A wolf’s head.

It wasn’t jewelry.

It was membership.

And Charaé didn’t offer it. She clipped it onto Sakari’s tank herself.

Serenity stepped forward next, tugging off her gloves with a smirk. “Welcome to the bad bitches club. No refunds, no returns.”

Celia was next, grinning like the proud little chaos agent she was. “You’re officially one of us now. Perks include selective immunity, cartel discounts, and a group chat with entirely too many memes.”

Sakari just blinked.

Her hands moved fast.

“If this don’t come with a shopping spree and crab for lunch I’m not tryna hear all that.”

The women howled.

Imani was wheezing so hard against Sefa’s chest that he had to rub her back. “She said,”—she tried to sign through the laughter—“if this don’t come with a shopping spree and some crab legs, she don’t care about none of y’all little blood cult welcome package.”

Zilla, who’d just stepped in with the other men, raised his brow. “Did she just call us a blood cult?”

“She ain’t wrong,” Jey muttered, arms crossed.

Jimmy grinned wide. “That’s my kinda woman.”

But Jacob?

Jacob hadn’t said a word.

He was still watching Sakari.

The calm in her. The deadpan delivery. The blood she hadn’t wiped off. The casual way she accepted initiation like it was a Tuesday. The way she didn’t flinch at being the only one like her in a world full of wolves.

She didn’t bark. She didn’t growl.

She just bit.

Sakari looked up at him then—her eyes catching his, her chin tipping up like, you good?

Jacob smirked slow and dangerous.

“I’ll take her shopping,” he said low.

Celia whistled. “Oop.”

Imani perked up. “Add me to the trip.”

“Done.” Jacob didn’t look away from Sakari. “Y’all can come. But the crab? That’s mine. She earned that shit with blood. And a body count.”

Sakari smirked.

Didn’t sign a word.

Just texted him.

“Big Poppa buying crab legs now? Damn. Might be a second time after all.”

Jacob’s phone buzzed. He read it. And his laugh?

Was pure trouble.

Chapter Forty-One: Swipe the Card, Pretty Girl

Jacob wasn’t subtle.

He wasn’t one of those men that hid interest behind small talk or waited for a sign. He didn’t need Sakari to spell shit out or drop hints. She’d walked into a cartel interrogation and cracked it open like a seasoned vet—without hearing a single damn command.

That was his type of woman. Period.

So when they got back to the Hill Estate and the dust had settled?

He was already getting dressed.

No sweats. No slides.

Black jeans. Gold-buckled belt. Locs retwisted and tied back. The chain she’d "borrowed" sat thick over his shirt, glinting like it had a damn name tag on it now. Hers.

He texted her:

“Get dressed. I’m taking you out.”

She texted back:

“For what?”

He grinned, popping a toothpick between his lips as he waited for her to open her door.

“Because you killed a man for my family. Because you did it with style. Because you got blood on your cheek and still ain’t wiped it off. Because you mine.”

She didn’t respond. Not with words, anyway. But when she opened the door to his room—again, like it was hers now—she had a towel over her shoulder and a fresh set of lashes on like this was just another day in her criminal baddie era.

“Where we going?” she typed on her phone and had it read aloud.

He pulled his keys out, letting them jingle. “Wherever got red bottoms in your size and frozen crab legs. Let’s go.”

An Hour Later

Jacob strolled through the luxury wing of the mall like he owned it—and honestly? He kind of did. Not literally. But the aura? The presence? That was all him.

And Sakari?

She looked like the devil dressed her in red. Bright halter top. Cutoff designer shorts. Her hair was in a high puff, edges on swoop mode, and her hearing aids were nowhere to be seen.

She didn’t need to hear the energy in the store.

She could feel it.

Especially the way Jacob leaned down and spoke into her neck as they moved between racks in the Louboutin boutique.

“Pick what you want. Try it on. Walk in it for me.”

She raised a brow and texted again.

“You like how I walk?”

He leaned down—hand on her lower back.

“I like how you walk. I love how you shoot. And if you wear that red like you wore that blood? I’ll probably let you talk me out my whole savings account.”

Sakari chuckled without a sound, turning toward the wall of stilettos with a mischievous little shrug. She picked out a pair with glossy red soles, then another with studded straps. By the time she was done?

Three boxes. One bag of matching purses. And two sales associates who definitely clocked who she was but said nothing, especially when Jacob slid the black card across the counter like it was nothing.

She signed to him, pointing to the bags.

“That’s a lot for someone who ain’t your girl.”

Jacob leaned in, tatted hand resting on the edge of the counter beside her.

“I don’t need you to be mine to treat you right. But you will be. That’s a promise.”

Sakari stared at him, lips parted slightly.

He smirked. “What’s wrong, pretty girl? You ain’t never had a man mean it?”

She blinked slowly.

Shook her head once.

He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles again like he had the first night.

“Well, you got one now.”

Chapter Forty-Two: Swiping in Silence, Stunting in Stereo

Sakari was many things—smart, calculated, sexy as hell without even trying—but broke? Never that.

Especially not with Jacob Fatu, eldest of the Fatu men, built like a walking armory, trailing behind her like her personal enforcer with a black card and zero financial boundaries.

If she was gonna deal with his slick ass flirting, calloused hands, cartel chaos, and nine inches of rearrangement?

She was running his pockets. With style.

The Louis store was the first crime scene.

Sakari walked in, strawberry lip gloss poppin’, hair pulled back in that high puff, those thighs gleaming under gold body oil, and a soft black romper that made it impossible for Jacob to look anywhere but her.

“Let me see that one,” she signed to the associate, pointing to a cherry-red Neverfull with matching gold hardware. Then she turned, pointed at Jacob with a perfectly arched brow and then pointed at the matching men's wallet.

The message was crystal.

“You gonna match me, or you scared?”

Jacob smirked. Didn’t say a damn word. Just tapped his card on the terminal and held the bag open for her like the walking bank he was today.

By the time they hit Gucci? She had the game memorized. Grabbed two outfits. Tried them both on. Modeled them in the mirror with a slow spin while Jacob stood off to the side with that lazy, dangerous grin. She saw his hand twitch when she ran her palms over her hips.

He didn’t say a word.

But she saw that look. And oh yeah, she was gonna make him earn every dollar later.

Then came Chanel. The staff damn near rolled out a red carpet.

“Sakari?” one whispered. “You’re the girl from the Fatu clip, right?”

Jacob’s brow lifted. Sakari just smiled sweetly and signed a quick thank you before they started piling pearl-accented jackets and gold-buttoned dresses into her arms. The manager whispered to Jacob, “She’s cover ready, like legit—she needs a full press shoot.”

Jacob just nodded like he already knew.

At the makeup boutique?

She had every brown-girl friendly product swatched across her arm, from glosses to liquid blushes, and tossed the ones she liked in a designer pouch the size of a school lunchbox. Jacob just held the bags and leaned against the counter, watching every move she made like she was a show only he got to see front row.

Then the jeweler hit different.

Because sis? Not subtle.

She strolled over, pointed to a men's Rolex almost identical to Jacob’s, and calmly signed for a customized one—with a purple face and diamonds on the bezel.

For herself.

She tilted her chin toward him.

Then signed: “If you’re gonna treat me like I’m yours, you better get used to me matching you.”

Jacob just sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“Say less, pretty girl.”

Nike was her final stop—and he damn near proposed on the spot.

She grabbed three pairs of Dunks before he even blinked. Then added a matching set to his pile. She geeked out over an exclusive Air Max drop like it was candy, laughing in full silence while her eyes sparkled with joy. Jacob didn’t give a damn what the price tag said—he was staring like she just won the NBA draft.

And while she was lacing a shoe to test the fit?

Some dude had the audacity to slide in.

“Hey ma, I see you out here shopping like a boss. You tryna let me—”

He didn’t finish.

Because Jacob appeared. That’s the only word. Like materialized at the man’s shoulder, voice low and lethal.

“You see her in my shadow, and still wanna die behind a shoe sale? Bet.”

The man stuttered something before disappearing like smoke.

Sakari just raised a brow, grabbed her final box, and signed without looking:

“You’re territorial.”

Jacob slid an arm around her waist, hand low on her hip.

“You ain’t seen territorial yet, pretty girl.”

Chapter Forty-Three: Cracked Claws & Claimed Territory 🦀

Nobody told Sakari that sitting in Jacob Fatu’s lap was a full-time lifestyle.

Not just a moment.

Not just a vibe.

Nah—this was a package deal: muscle-bound cartel royalty, gold-draped, tattooed hands with a history of violence… and right now?

Feeding her crab legs like a damn prince of Polynesian hood luxury.

They were back at the Hill estate, on the private side patio where the Fatu women liked to do “bougie family shit,” as Rae once called it. A full seafood boil spread had been laid out in honor of Sakari's official introduction to the fold—and mostly because Celia “accidentally” sent that execution clip to the group chat earlier that week with the caption: "Fangz out, mama mamba 🐍🖤."

Sakari? She didn’t react to the fanfare. Just sat calmly in Jacob’s lap again like she’d been born there, red coffin nails gleaming as she pulled the curls of her poof into a satin scrunchie.

Her locs smelled like strawberries and sea breeze.

Her thighs were still glowing from the Dior shimmer lotion.

Jacob cracked a crab leg with a slow precision that made the veins in his forearm pop. When he held the meat up to her mouth, she just raised a brow—then parted her lips and took a delicate bite.

She chewed, eyes lighting up.

Then did that cute little shoulder wiggle, side to side, hips rolling like a satisfied cat. The shit was involuntary—but fatalto Jacob.

His jaw flexed.

His dick twitched.

And his soul? Yeah, that was gone too.

“You like that?” he rumbled, his voice deep and low, vibrating into her back.

Sakari nodded, eyes still on the crab. Then casually leaned forward, sucked the garlic butter off his thumb, and reached for a fork.

Before her fingers could touch metal, he had already moved.

“Mm-mm,” he muttered, sliding a piece of sausage onto her plate. “You don’t lift a finger, baby. I got it.”

She blinked.

Side-eyed him.

Then did the lip tuck and dimple combo that was dangerously close to a smile.

Across the table, Serenity leaned into Jimmy and whispered, “Is that man feeding her crab like they in a Bridgerton spin-off or am I high?”

Jimmy glanced once and grinned.

“Oh, he gone marry her. That’s it.”

Sefa, still sipping on his ginger beer, elbowed Jacob mid-bite. “You look real… domestic over there, Uce.”

Jacob didn’t blink. Didn’t stop. Just cracked another leg, dipped it in butter, and fed it to Sakari like a ritual.

“I am domestic,” he said, tone relaxed but laced in finality. “For her.”

Charaé looked over her shades. “Mm. Somebody done got tamed by strawberry gloss and nine confirmed headshots.”

Sakari didn’t look up, just signed something to Imani behind Jacob’s head.

Imani choked on her drink and laughed so hard Sefa had to pat her back.

“What she say?” Jimmy asked, grinning.

“She said,” Imani wheezed, “‘This is nice. But I still want crawfish next time. And a milkshake.’”

Jacob just smirked at that.

"Whatever you want, pretty girl."

Chapter Forty-Four: Feeding Frenzy & Flirty Forks 🦐🧈

Sakari had never been shy about food. Especially not seafood. But this?

This was luxury survival mode.

Because Jacob Fatu—tatted up, big-voiced, cartel powerhouse Jacob—had been hand-feeding her since they sat down, like she was some rare little thing he’d scooped from the sea and refused to let go.

And she wasn’t fighting it. At all.

She leaned into him with no shame, her thighs draped over his lap like he was her personal chair and chef all in one. Every time he cracked open a crab leg or dipped something in that rich garlic butter, she opened her mouth like it was routine.

But now?

Now he was being slow.

Too slow.

Sakari frowned.

Brows knitted, lips pursed, and everything about her whole vibe said: "Sir. Be serious."

So she took it into her own hands—literally.

Plucking her fork from the side of the plate, she stacked it like a pro: shrimp, sausage, chunk of buttery corn, potato sliver. Then swirled it all in the garlic butter, lifted it with precision…

And took the whole bite with a hum.

Her eyes fluttered a little. She nodded enthusiastically.

Across from her, Imani signed quickly, 'Is it good?'

Sakari’s cheeks puffed out, full of food as she nodded harder—eyes bright, satisfied like she’d just had a religious experience in a seafood boil. Then she did it again. Fork stacked, dipped, perfect bite assembled—

And turned.

Her expectant brown eyes were locked on Jacob.

Fork lifted to his mouth now.

Jacob blinked once, like she’d just flipped the power dynamic mid-meal.

But he opened.

Took the bite, slow, and chewed while staring at her with that unreadable, heavy-lidded look like he was already mentally adding more chains to her neck and more nights to his bed.

“That good, huh?” Sefa teased, sipping his drink across the table.

Jacob’s jaw flexed as he swallowed, eyes never leaving Sakari.

“Everything tastes better comin’ from her hand.”

Sakari rolled her eyes but her dimple betrayed her.

Charaé leaned over to Celia, smirking behind her glass.

“She feeding him now. We not in act one anymore.”

Serenity grinned. “Yeah, he eating from her fork like it’s communion. They in it now.”

Imani just sipped her juice, signing casually to Sakari, ‘Girl, I told you he was gonna lose it over you.’

Sakari popped another shrimp and signed back with a wink, ‘I didn’t say I didn’t like it.’

Chapter Forty-Five: Palm Prints & Denial Games 🏀🔥

Sakari told herself it was just casual. Told herself it didn’t mean anything.

That she could handle his hands, his touch, the way he looked at her like she was already something he’d buried bodies over.

It was just Jacob being… well, Jacob.

Right?

She was laying across his massive bed, stomach down, legs lazily swinging as she watched the Lakers game on mute. Her hearing aids were tucked away in their Bratz case again, volume of the world trimmed down to silence by choice. She liked it that way—peaceful.

Comfortable.

Even if Jacob’s presence behind her was anything but quiet.

He was stretched out beside her, leaned halfway up against the headboard, legs wide, tank top low enough to expose the deep tattoos bleeding down from his collarbone. He wasn’t even watching the game, not really.

He was watching her.

His fingers dragged lazily across the smooth skin of her back, down to the swell of her ass—and then he cupped it.

Like it belonged to him. Like her body was his to mold, to mark, to hold onto like territory.

And Sakari?

She didn’t move.

Didn’t even blink.

She adjusted her head slightly, her chin resting on the pillow as she kept watching the court and the blur of jerseys moving across the screen.

Jacob’s voice rumbled low, velvet and danger.

“You don’t mind me touchin’ you, do you, pretty girl?”

She looked over her shoulder slowly, brown eyes unreadable—but not cold.

She signed one word without hesitation.

“No.”

That was all he needed.

His palm dragged down her thigh, then up again, his fingertips finding the curve of her hip and gripping it like something to anchor him. There was no shame in it. No hesitation. Not from him.

Not from her.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

She should’ve flinched. Should’ve shut it down. Should’ve reminded him this was supposed to be a one time situation.

Instead, she melted into the mattress, absorbing the weight of his touch like she’d been starved for it.

Sakari exhaled slow and deep, closing her eyes for just a moment.

He was too fine.

Too dangerous.

Too comfortable around her like he’d already made up his mind—and maybe he had.

But she couldn’t afford to catch feelings, not when the man’s entire presence screamed cartel enforcer in a Gucci chainand not safe space to fall.

Still…

His palm moved again.

And she didn’t stop him.

Chapter 46: “You Keep Givin’ Me the Green Light, Pretty Girl”

Jacob didn’t move right away. He just watched her, laid out on her stomach in his bed like she belonged there. Like she didn’t just go and get comfortable, half-naked in his t-shirt again, watching the Lakers game with her hearing aids off and her whole pretty little body relaxed.

He was leaned up against the headboard, just a few inches behind her. Long legs stretched out, thick arms crossed over his chest, all that heavy gold and tattooed muscle unmoved like a sleeping volcano.

But his eyes?

Locked on her ass.

She didn’t even flinch when he let his hand drop, palm spreading over one cheek like he paid rent there. Gave it a little squeeze. Then another.

No jump. No glare. No stop.

That was permission.

And Jacob Fatu? He didn’t wait when the door was already cracked.

He leaned down, voice a low rumble brushing along her spine, “You keep lettin’ me touch you like this, pretty girl…” Another squeeze, a slower drag of his thumb across the curve of her ass. “…you gon’ end up with a lot more than my chain on your chest.”

Sakari looked up, lip caught in her teeth, still not putting her aids in. Still choosing not to hear him.

That smug little smirk slid onto her lips like she knew she was playin’ with fire.

So he leaned in closer, his mouth right at the shell of her ear even if she couldn’t hear a damn word.

“Keep actin’ like you ain’t mine and I’ma fuck around and show you what claiming really feels like.”

He pressed his chest to her back for a second, letting his weight settle heavy, possessive, then pulled back with a slow drag of his hand across her lower back.

She lifted her phone lazily from the sheets, thumbs moving fast. He watched her expression as the voice generator read:

“You say something slick again?”

He chuckled. Low. Dangerous.

“I said you keep lettin’ me grab this ass like it’s mine, I’ma treat everything else the same.”

Her brows lifted. Her teeth caught her bottom lip again. But she didn’t pull away. Didn’t sit up. Didn’t leave.

She reached behind her and patted his thigh. Real light.

Like: “Whatever you say, Big Poppa.”

That little pat unlocked something nasty in him.

He slid his other hand under the shirt she wore—his shirt—and dragged his knuckles slow up her spine.

“She don’t even know what she doin’ to me,” he muttered under his breath, voice thick with grit. “Wanna act like this casual… but you let me rub on you all night? You let me feed you like you mine? Keep this up, and I’m not asking next time. You gon’ be under me, pretty girl.”

Sakari just kept watching the game like he wasn’t whispering sins behind her, like she didn’t just shift her hips slightly into his hand.

Jacob licked his bottom lip and sat up.

She wanted to play with wolves?

Cool.

But she needed to remember—he ran the damn pack.

Chapter 47: “You Gon’ Arch Like That and Think I Ain’t Gon’ React?”

Jacob hadn’t said shit in a minute.

He was sitting just behind her again, same spot as before, back propped against the headboard, thick legs relaxed but his eyes? Locked in. His big hand dropped down low again, that same slow-ass palm over her ass like he was confirming something he already knew.

But this time?

Sakari arched into it.

Not by mistake either—nah, her toned ass lifted slightly, that little shift so natural it could’ve been chalked up to a stretch. But he wasn’t stupid. Not with the way her back curved like that. Not when her breath hitched and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth like that didn’t drive him wild.

She was still acting like she was watching the damn basketball game, like her body ain’t just betray her. The curve of her hip, the softness of her waist, that slight bite of lip—it all screamed yes while her silence tried to front like it meant no.

He didn’t say anything for a second. Just watched. Studied her. Fingers flexing slightly like he was debating his next move.

Then his voice slid out like velvet dipped in gasoline.

“You gon’ arch like that and think I ain’t gon’ react?”

Sakari’s lashes fluttered. Still playing innocent. Still letting the announcer on ESPN talk instead of reaching for her aids or turning toward him.

He leaned forward.

One hand still palming her ass, but the other?

Flat against her stomach, fingers splaying slowly across the soft warmth under his shirt.

She tensed. Just for a second.

Then exhaled.

Slow.

Controlled.

Jacob smirked.

“You want me to stop, you tell me. Otherwise?”

His voice dipped lower as he bent his head close to her nape, mouth nearly grazing her skin.

“I’ma keep touchin’ what’s mine like I got every right.”

Sakari swallowed. Her toes curled under the covers, but she still didn’t move away.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t lift her phone to stop him.

Jacob slid his palm lower. Thumb brushing slow against her inner thigh now.

“Say the word, pretty girl. I’ll back off…”

He paused. Watched her for signs. Listened for that shaky breath. Watched how she pushed her hips back just enough.

Then he laughed—low and sinful.

“That’s what I thought.”

Chapter 48: “Don’t Start Something You Can’t Finish, Pretty Girl”

She should’ve left it at dinner. She should’ve walked off after the mall. She definitely shouldn’t have let him crack crab legs and slide Dior bags in the trunk like she was already claimed.

But Sakari was nothing if not honest with herself— And that honesty had her eyes locked on Jacob’s mouth like it was the damn answer key to the SATs.

She remembered it. Both rounds. How he moved. How he gripped. How his voice sounded felt when he was deep inside her like he had no plans on ever pulling out.

And now?

Now her ass was laid up in his bed again, in his t-shirt, with his hand resting heavy on her ass like it was a casual reflex. The Lakers game was still running, but she hadn’t clocked a single basket in five minutes. Not with the heat pulsing between them like this. Not when her mind kept backpedaling to how he whispered shit in her ear while bending her over and how he’d kissed her knuckles like they were precious right after rearranging her insides.

She turned slowly, laid on her side now—facing him.

His eyes were already waiting for her.

Hooded. Heavy.

Hungry.

She didn’t sign.

Didn’t text.

Didn’t ask.

She just leaned in.

And kissed him.

But this wasn’t no shy little thing. Nah.

This was open mouth, breath-sharing, lip-grabbing, full-body need-you-back-in-me type of kiss.

Wet.

Sloppy.

Slower than sin and twice as filthy.

Her hand gripped the back of his head, fingers threading into the curls there, tugging like she wanted to start a damn fire. And Jacob?

He groaned into her mouth, deep and dangerous.

Then he bit her bottom lip.

“Mmm. You kiss like you forgot what I do when you beg.”

His hand slid up her back under the shirt that was no longer hers.

“You start something, pretty girl… you better finish it.”

Sakari only kissed him harder.

Because baby?

She was already starting round three.

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Greener Healing: Innovations in Eco-Friendly Medical Waste Management

The medical industry has long been a champion of health and safety — but what about the health of our planet? With growing awareness of climate change and pollution, the spotlight is now on eco-friendly medical supplies and sustainable practices in healthcare waste management.

At Plasti Surge Industries Pvt. Ltd. (PSI), we believe the future of healthcare doesn’t just lie in advanced treatment — it lies in responsible choices. From custom surgical kits to medical protective apparel, every product can be a step toward a greener future. Let’s explore how sustainable innovations are reshaping medical waste management, one smart solution at a time.

Biodegradable & Recyclable Medical Products

Disposable items are a staple in healthcare — gloves, syringes, packaging. But when made from biodegradable materials, these essentials become game-changers. Bioplastics and compostable materials break down faster, meaning less stress on landfills and the environment.

Add to that recyclable medical packaging, and you've got a system that not only reduces waste but also promotes circular use. Hospitals and clinics embracing these practices are seeing real impact without compromising safety.

Smarter Kits, Safer Procedures

Think of custom surgical kits as the bento boxes of healthcare — everything needed in one sterile, efficient package. When tailored to specific procedures, these kits reduce waste from unused items, streamline processes, and support sustainability goals.

At PSI, our kits are designed with both safety and environmental impact in mind, making them a smart investment for eco-conscious hospitals.

Protective Apparel That Cares

Safety apparel for healthcare workers — gowns, gloves, masks — is non-negotiable. But what if these were made from sustainable, recyclable materials? Our medical protective apparel collection ensures frontline heroes stay safe, without adding to ecological harm.

Sustainability doesn’t stop at the supply chain; it’s woven into every fiber (literally) of our protective gear.

Tackling Spills Responsibly

Accidents happen. When they involve biohazards, the response must be swift — and safe. Our biological spill control kits are crafted not only for maximum protection but with environmental impact in mind. Designed using less harmful materials, they help contain biohazards without contributing to ecological ones.

Rethinking Waste Disposal

Traditional disposal methods can be toxic — incineration, improper segregation, overfilled landfills. Enter waste-to-energy technology, compostable sharps containers, and low-energy sterilization methods. These forward-thinking solutions allow facilities to turn waste into energy, minimize emissions, and cut down operational costs.

Building Greener Hospitals

Sustainable hospital design is more than just solar panels. It's about optimized layouts for waste segregation, eco-conscious construction materials, and built-in systems for efficient medical waste collection. When institutions go green from the ground up, everything — from safety to sustainability — aligns.

Training for a Greener Tomorrow

Even the best systems fail without educated users. That’s why training healthcare workers in sustainable practices — proper segregation, smart usage, and eco-conscious habits — is crucial. Empowered teams create cleaner, safer facilities and a healthier environment.

Final Thoughts

We’re at a turning point. Medical waste doesn’t have to mean environmental harm. With the right mix of innovation, awareness, and commitment, the healthcare industry can lead the charge toward a cleaner future.

At PSIDispo, we’re proud to offer eco-conscious products that prioritize both patient safety and planetary health. From eco-friendly medical supplies to custom surgical kits, we’re here to support your sustainable goals.

Because healing the world shouldn’t come at the cost of the Earth.

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When and How to Stop an IV Drip: Medical Tips for Home Health Care

Intravenous (IV) therapy plays a crucial role in modern healthcare, delivering medications, fluids, and nutrients directly into a patient’s bloodstream. In home health care settings, IV therapy is often used to manage chronic illnesses, infections, dehydration, and post-operative recovery. While IV administration is typically managed by trained professionals, caregivers and patients alike should understand when and how to stop IV drip safely and effectively. Doing so can prevent complications and ensure the treatment is both safe and effective.

When to Stop an IV Drip

Stopping an IV drip at the appropriate time is critical for ensuring the success of treatment and minimizing risks. Here are some common scenarios when you should stop or pause an IV drip:

1. Completion of Prescribed Volume or Medication

One of the most common reasons to stop an IV drip is the completion of the prescribed medication or fluid. Once the bag is empty or the dosage is complete, the IV should be discontinued as per the healthcare provider's instructions.

2. Signs of Infiltration or Extravasation

Infiltration occurs when IV fluid leaks into the surrounding tissue instead of going into the vein. Signs include swelling, coolness, pain, and a tight feeling around the site. Extravasation is a more severe form of infiltration, especially with irritating or vesicant medications. If you notice any of these symptoms, stop the IV immediately and contact a healthcare provider.

3. Signs of Phlebitis or Infection

Redness, warmth, tenderness, or a red streak along the vein could indicate phlebitis, or inflammation of the vein. Pus, swelling, or increased pain at the insertion site might point to an infection. In either case, discontinue the IV and seek medical advice promptly.

4. Patient Complaints

If a patient reports unusual discomfort, burning, or other negative sensations during the infusion, it's essential to stop the IV and assess the situation. These symptoms could be early indicators of a complication.

5. Allergic Reactions or Adverse Effects

Watch for signs of allergic reactions such as rash, itching, difficulty breathing, dizziness, or swelling of the face or throat. If these occur, stop the IV immediately and call emergency services.

6. IV Site Compromised

If the IV catheter is dislodged, becomes loose, or if the dressing is significantly soiled or detached, it’s time to stop the infusion and reassess the site.

How to Stop an IV Drip Safely

Stopping an IV drip should always be done using sterile techniques and best practices. Here is a step-by-step guide on how to do it properly in a home healthcare setting:

Step 1: Gather Supplies

Before stopping the IV, ensure you have:

Clean gloves

Gauze pad or sterile cotton

Medical tape or bandage

Antiseptic wipes (e.g., alcohol swabs)

Sharps container (if removing the IV cannula)

Disposal bag for biohazardous waste

Step 2: Wash Your Hands and Wear Gloves

Thoroughly wash your hands with soap and water or use an alcohol-based sanitizer. Put on clean, non-sterile gloves to prevent contamination.

Step 3: Stop the Infusion

Turn off the IV pump or close the roller clamp to stop the flow of fluids. If using a gravity drip, slide the roller clamp fully closed.

Step 4: Remove the IV Cannula (If Discontinuing Entirely)

Gently remove the tape securing the IV cannula.

Place a sterile gauze pad or cotton ball over the insertion site.

Slowly and steadily withdraw the cannula.

Immediately apply firm pressure to the site for 1-2 minutes to prevent bleeding.

Once bleeding has stopped, secure the site with a clean bandage or dressing.

Important: If you’re only pausing the IV and not removing it completely, do not remove the cannula. Simply close the line and cover the IV site to keep it sterile.

Step 5: Dispose of Materials Properly

Place used materials such as gauze, gloves, and cannula (if removed) into a biohazard disposal bag. Dispose of the cannula in a sharps container.

Step 6: Monitor the Site

Continue to check the insertion site for signs of infection or irritation for the next 24-48 hours. Redness, swelling, warmth, or pus should be reported to a healthcare provider immediately.

Tips for Home Caregivers and Patients

Always follow medical instructions: Never stop or remove an IV unless you’ve been trained or instructed by a healthcare provider.

Use sterile technique: This helps prevent infections, which are a serious risk in home IV therapy.

Document the process: Note the time and reason for stopping the IV, and report it during follow-up visits or calls.

Have emergency contacts ready: Know who to call if complications arise. This may include a home health nurse, doctor, or emergency services.

When to Seek Professional Help

While home care allows for comfort and convenience, it’s crucial to involve a healthcare provider if:

The patient experiences ongoing pain or swelling at the IV site.

There is persistent redness or discharge.

You are unsure whether to stop the IV.

There is any doubt about technique or next steps.

Final Thoughts

Stopping an IV drip in a home healthcare setting is a responsibility that requires careful attention to detail and a clear understanding of medical instructions. Whether you’re a family caregiver or a trained home health nurse, knowing when and how to stop an IV drip safely ensures the patient receives appropriate care while minimizing risks of complications. Always stay informed, follow protocol, and consult healthcare professionals when in doubt.

[crimetechservices]

Tips For Proper Crime Scene Cleanup in Colorado Springs and Canon City, CO

Being obsessed with something or the other is not uncommon. On the contrary, such behavior is evident in most of the populace. Unfortunately, things may get out of hand with the concerned person revealing signs of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) over a point in time. Hoarding useless things is a form of this type of mental issue. While it is advisable to visit a doctor for well-being in such circumstances, the family members need to contact a professional team to simultaneously ensure speedy hoarding cleanup in Colorado Springs and Fountain, CO.

True, the patient may object to the things being removed and disposed of, but it is advisable to treat the person with kid gloves and arrange for treatment at the same time. Trying to handle the onus of removing the hoarded articles can be problematic, too. It is thus best to contact skilled and experienced professionals for hoarding cleanup for a small fee.

The advantages of involving a company known for such tasks can be a relief especially when the following are assured:

Labor Guaranteed- Removal of all hoarded articles, big and small, may be intensively laborious. Having a team to deal with this responsibility comes as a Godsend. The task involves segregating the unimportant items that have no practical use. The professionals are sure to look for hoarded items by inspecting not only the open wardrobes and floor space but also look into drawers, purses, luggage, pockets of clothing, etc. The job involves the collection of trash items and removing them effectively. The process culminates with decluttering, cleaning, and sanitization of the area. There may be evidence of structure damage revealed as well. The best professionals will help to repair it as an add-on service.

Getting Rid of Biohazards- Tackling hoarding singlehandedly can be extremely difficult and prone to various risks. The cleaner will likely be exposed to various biohazard that may adversely affect health. Lack of sanitization and accumulated dirt and debris often turn the area into a breeding ground for harmful microbes and pests that are the source of diseases. Apart from the live pests and pathogens, the cleaner also comes in touch with bodily secretions and excretory matters. Dealing with this without taking adequate protection can be extremely dangerous. It is thus best to leave such tasks to competent professionals who take the right safety measures before handling such hazardous substances.

Physical Injuries—The hoarder is not usually neat and often ends up hoarding useless items in all the available spaces. Moving over piles of trash can pose a risk of getting injured, too. Tripping over piles of garbage or cutting one’s feet or hands inadvertently is common. Asking the professionals to take can help the user remain safe from sustaining injuries when trying to declutter the concerned area.

Having an accidental death or crime-related death occur at home can be tragic for the survivors and family. Experts recommend using professionals for crime scene cleanup in Colorado Springs and Canon City, CO, after the investigative agency departs.

[tempestaslokni]

Pleasantly surprised, Lokni's brow relaxed, his mouth agape before he found his words, "That's great news! Makes your load a lot lighter too." He wanted to ask if she had found time to do anything that she enjoyed in her free time, but somehow Lokni got the sense that she found comfort in her work and business. Less time to think about all that was happening. "Still, if you're short on supplies I can still make runs into the ship- better to risk losing a looter than a medic if you ask me. Thanks to Lindi, we have a plot of medicinal plants growing as well in the communal garden. Don't be no stranger now. It's practically all yours anyway. There's plenty for me to forage on my own near my campsite." Akhila informed Lokni that they had removed the remains down to the morgue. Any further questions that Lokni may have had seemed to die in his throat. Of course, the bodies would have been moved- It would be a biohazard to have that uncovered pit exposed to the elements and air; not exactly the healthiest environment for the Medcenter. It was a convenient mercy that Akhila had gone inside- to return with a bag of chips. Guess he better put on a good show, after all, she even brought snacks. Even for someone as inept as himself, Lokni noted Akhila's skillful misdirection. Maybe a tender spot for her? Most folks had them- Lokni was just surprised that Akhila seemed to have her own. She held herself with confidence and control, it was hard for him to imagine her having any insecurities. Even when the hornets had attacked the Medcenter, she kept her head and was able to give orders. After the patchy, sunbleached grass gave way to sand, Lokni took a deep breath, preparing for whatever was to come. It had been a while since he had used his abilities- Maybe it was the guilt or fear of what might happen, but for the two weeks he had spent away from the hubbub of the bungalows and the more populated areas, he hadn't attempted to tap into that well of the storm within himself. Lokni nodded in reply to Akhila's instructions. His bare toes clenched into the sand before releasing- a kind of self-reassuring habit. Lokni always felt more at ease when his soles had contact with the unhindered earth. "I usually just- kind of tap into what I'm feeling," he began before heat crept up into his cheeks as he realized that he sounded like some dumb kid. But you're not. You gotta' get this under control. Now be a man, this is your responsibility, he mentally chided himself. He took a deep breath, meeting Akhila's eyes. "I mean that I have to be feeling something strongly, which doesn't come naturally to me... I spent a lot of my former life on autopilot, I guess."

A watch? Lokni knew he could manage that much at least, but why? "I think I could handle that much," Lokni tipped an illusionary hat.

On command? Lokni pondered her question for a moment. "There's been only two times that I can think of- One of them was because Zaid was being rude to me- but I asked him to do it," Lokni scrambled to explain. "Because I know that my feelings trigger it, so I asked him to have a go at me. If he hadn't done that, the fire probably would have spread even farther throughout the wilderness," he explained, weighing his words. The memories of Selin getting stung swam past his vision like a film reel, playing out every moment up until the point where his powers hadn't reacted at all, despite his desperation. "There was this one time," he began hesitantly, his voice faltering with shame, "when Selin got stung, I tried to use my powers to kill the hornet but it just- ended in smoke. I couldn't use my powers to destroy it, ended up havin' to beat it in with a rock." "I can give it a go," Lokni replied, turning to face the outcropping that Akhila had indicated. He focused on it, a stagnant outcropping on the horizon; unable to move or fend for itself. Lokni thought back to his bulldogging days- a target that didn't move wasn't exactly a challenge, so why was he having such a hard time with it now? He focused, trying to picture something that would stir the storm within- but nothing happened, like a dirt devil that had run its race only to disappear, leaving the dust of the earth in its wake. Frustration welled inside Lokni. He was trying to take control, so why was that so hard? He had almost killed Darcy because he got a little too hot under the collar, so why was he struggling with this scenic beachfront practice range? Lokni ran a stiff hand through his sweaty hair, wishing he could escape his own inadequacies- especially in front of Akhila. He got the bright idea to give her some spotlight and help take a little heat off of himself, "are your abilities fueled by your feelings?"

“Perhaps best not to.” Akhila said, even if it had conjured up as a jest in her mind. She couldn’t say that she was overly fond of Ellen, hate would be too strong a word, but dislike was apt. Far cry from the rather pleasant steady calm of spending time with Lokni. He was bright, even if he shied away from proclaiming as much, and no stranger to hard graft. Such temperaments were hard to come by on the island. Seemingly, manners had left the frontal cortex of many who’d been marooned with them.

Akhila’s lips pursed, he was split between keen and reluctant. Perhaps tipping just over to politely unwilling. Though from what little she knew of him Akhila found it unlikely he’d mince words. “Lucky for both of us I have a colleague now.” She tapped a nail against the cup. She’d much rather talk of the pit, the hornets, or anything else but Charlie. “We’re sufficiently splitting duties. Yes, as safe as I do anywhere else here. As far as I’m aware the pit isn’t posing any structural threat.” Not that she really had much of clue about the structural integrity of buildings with deep pits around the back.

She sensed hesitation. “The remains aren’t currently in the pit Lokni, if that’s what you’re asking after. We moved them to the morgue.” Akhila motioned for him to wait, dashed inside and returned with a bag of crisps in a timely manner. Loss of control, well that was an intimate feeling that she hadn’t dared to pry into. Akhila crunched on the tangy acidity of salt and vinegar crisps, her brisk walk slowed to a pace Lokni could hold as they headed towards the beach.

Sweet as he was, Akhila didn’t fancy sharing her inadequacies with him. The flaws had piled up on top of each other to form a rather shaky house of cards. Akhila did know the foundations of that home were unstable. Prone to tremors. “Let’s focus on yourself Lokni, you have quite a large predisposition to cause…destruction.” Perhaps too soon to be laying words such as harm at Lokni’s feet. “If you hone this ability…perhaps you can wield it to a tighter precision.”

How she longed for a tighter precision. Her stitches were now at best worse than a resident’s. “If you happen upon a watch, perhaps you can bring one to me.” A suggestion, not a demand. “Now.” Akhila stopped, her heels were sinking into the sand so she removed those. “Have you managed to summon your…storm on command?” This was alien territory for them all, but Akhila was fascinated by the potential. The flawed logic that must underline all of their abilities. She wiped her hands free of salt and grease, empty packet pocketed. “Could you try smiting those?” Akhila gestured to the outcrop that formed shallow pools. 

[pianocat939]

I stumbled across your blog, and from one writer to another you make excellent work. So I bring you this.

*sips tea*

Three words:

Sick

Yandere

Turtles

In the episode “Down with the Sickness” there’s a stage where the patient becomes very and I mean VERY affectionate, (it was the Captain Cuddle-Cakes stage if I remember correctly) I rewatched the entire series and I couldn’t stop thinking about this when I watched this episode.

Like imagine them getting all needy for affection and attention while the reader is taking care of them. The shenanigans would be unreal.

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You started to sweat under the hazmat suit still confused as to how they managed to get anything done in these things. For once Donnie’s insistent medical procedures came to your rescue, because all four of the turtles managed to come down with the infamous “Rat Flu”.

You remembered how the illness came with several stages, one of which being the Must-Say-Yes stage (as Leo called it). If you could manage to not get sick, you could finally be free from this nightmare.

“[Name]~”

“What is it Leo?” You groaned, somehow the slider managed to be more needy while sick.

“Can you come into my arms so I can be whole again, Mi Vida?~”

It was going to be a long day

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- 🫖 Anon

I shouldn't be taking this since requests are closed but um

Tw: MC gets hit into a wall but no major head injury, forced cuddles at the end-, mostly turtaleles begging for affection

Sickly in Love

Ok, so the five of you are trying not to get sick with the rat flu. With only the biohazard suits made by Donnie as your only protection.

So far, everything is great, until Leo decides to be a little idiotic and not keep his suit on. Which ended in him getting ill.

He's locked in the quarantine area with his only companion an empty space. He complains endlessly about the heat, which is ironic considering he's a reptile.

And before you know it, he hits stage 2.

While the others go off and attempt to contain Splinter, you're stuck with a red-eared slider who is absolutely in love with you.

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"Mi cariño~ won't you come closer? I want us to hold hands." He calls, his palm scraping against the plastic barrier.

"No, Leo. You might infect me if I do." You retort, scrolling through your phone.

He pushes himself against the temporary wall harder, wanting to be closer to you. "Oh but if I infect you, we can cuddle and give each other love!”

“Mh yeah but the group might need me so…No.”

Leo whines in response, clearly unhappy with the situation. He can’t help it! He wants to be held and adored by you so desperately! He longingly stares at you through the transparent cage, the urge to cry swallowing his entire being.

Just then, Donnie barges through the tunnel or rather thrown. He lands clumsily on the floor, a bit shocked by the impact. He groans in pain, rubbing his arm.

"Quick! Get 'em in there!" Raph commands, carrying Mikey in one arm. He then dashes off, escaping from the murderous rat behind him.

You lightly guide Donnie to the containment area, unsure of what else to do. Right before you open the zipper, he snatches the end of your sleeve, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. "I am not sick thank you, I just happen to- achoo!" He's interrupted by a high-pitched sneeze, his body hunched from the sudden action.

Skeptically, you move an eyebrow muscle; unamused by his statement. "Mh yeah, let's get you inside." You reveal the entrance, gesturing for him to enter.

Once he's inside, he shivers, rapidly rubbing his limbs. "Ugh, it's freezing in here..."

Leo snickers from a distance, pointing a finger at him, "That's the first stage kicking in!" He turns back to stare at you, hearts practically floating from him.

"So...Who would you rather have as your significant other, me or Donald?" Donald Duck Leo inquires, still pressed up against the barrier.

"Ronald McDonald. This situation is only getting worse."

"Wha- EXCUSE ME? I'm obviously the better choice than some ketchup clown!"

As Leo rages about how he's the superior one, Donnie stops shivering, his eyes blank. He glances up at you, holding his knees to his chest. He rocks back and forth a little, seemingly pondering about something.

"Donnie? You good?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I hacked into your enemy's bank account? I took vengeance for you." He smiles slightly, tapping his feet against the floor.

"I- what? Who?"

Donnie breaks out into a psychotic grin, emotion waving through him. "Your enemy~ The ones who hurt you!"

"The fact you're grinning either means you're really happy or a maniac. I'm scared it's a mix of both."

"Why wouldn't I be happy? I protected you from those evil, disgusting heathens!"

Offended, Leo hisses, "Donnie back off! They're mine, you weirdo nerd!" He claws at the plastic, wanting to engage in a fight with his brother.

"Please no. Leo, don't hit the 3rd stage I'm begging you."

And as if things couldn't get worse Raph walks in, his walk agonizingly slow. "Ugh...Gettin' sick is not fun."

You frown, realizing the situation is much direr than expected. "That means Mikey is the only one left. Maybe I should leave to go help out." You ponder to yourself, grimacing a little when Raph collapses into his little chamber.

“No! You’re not leaving me! You’re staying right here with me!” Leo pounds against the transparent wall, angered by the statement.

Donnie whimpers, “What? No, don’t leave me! I get anxious if you do!” He taps his feet faster than before, his stims taking over.

“But if I don't go help Mikey, then you guys will have no chance of getting what you want!"

"Y/n, you listen to me right now. I don't care if we won't win if it means you'll stay. Now come here before I try to destroy everything." Leo hisses out, stomping his food and starting to hit the flexible barrier, trying to break it.

You look in the direction where Mikey is dealing with Splinter and back to Leo and Donnie who both stare at you longingly: one of aggravation and the other of fear. You can't deny, their faces make you want to calm them down so you sigh and sit next to their individual quarantine enclosures.

"You guys are seriously going to be the death of me..."

The two turtles only chirp and churr joyfully as they sit as close as possible to you (while still in their enclosures).

"Sweets! C'mere! I want snuggles please!"

You hear Raph exclaim as he motions for you to come closer to him, and you form a slight frown on your face realizing that Raph has already advanced to the 2nd stage in such little time.

"Raph, you know I can't. You're contagious."

He makes dejected whines from his throat as he presses his face against the wall, pouting with puppy eyes.

"Please...?"

"No, sorry Raph-" But you were interrupted by Donnie who sneered at his elder brother, "Stop it. You're making me want to gag at this lovey-dovey affection you're begging for." You give a short, small glare at the scientist, not enjoying his sudden cruelty. Looks like he's forwarded to the 3rd stage.

"I don't care...I only care for cuddles and kisses from you sweets!" Despite Donnie's harsh comment Raphie seems to bounce right back up and ignore him, which was quite unusual for the watchful turtle. For a split second, you look at Leo's area and notice he's sleeping on the floor soundly, occasionally letting out a small snore.

"Hey, hey! Your attention should be on me! Not him!"

As you were about to turn your head back to the big guy, a sudden weight crashed into you, slamming you against the wall.

"Agh!" You yelp, wincing at the throbbing pain in your head that came soon after you were hit. "What the..." You were then met with the youngest one, Mikey, snuggling into your abdomen with a grin on his face.

"I love you so much, my divinity!"

And before you know it, all four brothers are surrounding you (Leo somehow woke up out of nowhere) with smiles so big it's unnerving.

"We all love you so much,"

"And we think it's best~"

"If you stayed with us forever,"

"So that you can always be happy!"

You then find yourself in an enclosure of your own, except this time it's not for quarantine; no, your enclosure was their arms that wrapped around you so tightly, not letting you escape for freedom.

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This was sitting in my drafts for a long time so I decided to just finish it and get it over with- so the ending might be rushed. Apologies.

- Celina

[thestayathomedragon]

Maybe, Leon could forgive him for this one day too.

.cry a little/cry a lot.

He’s the first one off of the elevator.

“We’re finally out of that hellhole!”

He had to keep moving. The thought of those bugs was making his skin crawl. He shuddered to think about what his clothes were still stained with.

Behind him, he can hear Leon tut in annoyance.

Luis had always had a bad habit of running ahead with little thought for the consequences. A holdover from childhood. His abuelo had always had a hard time keeping up with him.

You think he would have learned his lesson by now.

“Luis! Hey, slow down man! Dammit.”

His abuelo had called him “pajarito” because he was always “chirping and fluttering” about.

But instead of slowing down, Luis laughed the laugh of a man who had just cheated death for the umpteenth time that day. And then the laugh of a man who had also just gotten railed within an inch of his life by a gorgeous American special agent. His own personal Prince Charming in the flesh.

And to think, he’d thought his constant flirting had gone over the other man’s head.

Surely, he was doing something right because to Luis it felt like his life was finally on an upswing. He felt giddy with this long-awaited bout of good fortune. At last, something good after this damned nightmare he’d been living for far too long.

“C’mon, Leon! Mantenerse al día conmigo! You can hear it, can’t you? The fresh air is practically calling our names!”

“Are you always like this?”

Luis snickered, “You’ll just have to try harder to wear me out next time, aye cowboy?”

Leon looked at him with a mixture of annoyance and could that be—fondness and shook his head at him. Luis paused to admire the man, the way his pale golden hair fell over his eyes. It was then that Luis realized that his grin was contagious, and it only made him want to tease Leon more. It was such a good look on the tough as nails special agent after all.

Luis took pride in the fact that he was the cause of it. So, he did what he always did at times like this—He pushed his luck.

He didn’t want to take his eyes off the other man. It was such a nice smile. He made a mental note to try and get him to do it more often.

Or maybe it was because Luis just wanted to be sure the other man was actually there. He wouldn’t put it past the universe to screw him over when he was so close to getting out of this place after over a year of planning. Only to find out that he’d finally lost it and he’d imagined all of this. And that his broken mind had created the other man from nothing but blind hope and desperation.

Luis couldn’t risk it.  

Perhaps that’s why he had been so focused on Leon. So focused that he hadn’t even considered that turning his back on the way forward was a bad idea.

“Because, mi cariño, we made it all this way… You know that means we’re almost…”

But then again…

Luis had spent a lot of time thinking about the man that he had become trying to pin point the moments he’d gone so wrong. Being alone for long periods of time afforded you quite the luxury of pondering how you ended up where you were in life.

As it turned out the answer was surprisingly much simpler than he would have expected.

He was just a reckless fool.

That was it. As simple as that.

And the world had gotten pretty damned good of reminding him of what happened to reckless fools named Luis Serra…

“We’re almost what?” Leon asked, bright blue eyes watching him, waiting for an answer.

But what had he even been meaning to say?

Any thought Luis might have had was punched out of him along with all the air in his lungs. An unknown force pushed him forward, sending him stumbling. Luis gasped in shock, eyes going wide.

The look on Leon’s face shifted slowly as he tried to make sense of what he was witnessing. It was now a mixture of confusion and for the first time since Luis had met him—fear.

Shit, shit, shit…

Luis tried to take in a lungful of air only to find it was like trying to breathe through a straw. There was something in his... He coughed and his mouth filled with the taste of iron. A sharp burn then a throbbing pain spread from his back throughout his chest.

His vision swam and his legs gave out. He couldn’t stop himself from falling.

“Luis!”

Oh, that didn’t sound so good. Leon actually sounded worried.

Luis didn’t even feel the impact of the ground, the pain in his chest taking precedence over anything else. He was panicking and it only made it more difficult for him to catch his breath. He sobbed as all of his strength seemingly bled out of him.

There was something in his back. Oh Dios. Había algo que sobresalía de su espalda.

He couldn’t lift his head anymore, everything hurt and every breath he was able to take was accompanied by another pathetic wheezing sob.

His eyes were filling with tears, blurring the ground in front of him but he could only just make out Leon’s legs. The other man was still just standing there. Frozen in place.

“Le…Leon…” His panic made it hard to think, to process anything but he somehow knew that there was standing over him.

“Long time, no see, rookie.”

He knew that voice.

Luis felt whatever had been in his back being pulled free. And that was a whole new wave of breathtaking agony causing him to whimper out loud and whine when he realized removing the object hadn’t really helped with his breathing. Every attempt still ended with a wet rasping exhale.

Anything going on outside Luis’s personal bubble of misery was muffled. But it was clear that Leon was currently having a difficult time with their uninvited guest. The same guest that had apparently speared him through the back and pierced his lung. Which would explain his difficulty breathing.

Luis groaned as he tried to lift himself up on arms that felt about as reliable as a pair of wet noodles, but he had to try. He had to get up and help Leon.

Vamos Luis. ¡Levántate, Luis!

It felt like hours before he was finally able to pull himself to the end of the platform that Leon had been flung from. He could see Leon below with that backstabbing hijo de puta doing his damnedest to slice his friend to pieces.

Krauser. Ese era el nombre de ese bastardo.

Saddler had brought the American on at some point a while ago and gave him authority over the island installation. He had since turned it into Los Illuminados’ own personal fortress.

Fuck that guy.

Luis hissed in pain but he had to get down there. So, with a strained growl of effort, Luis was able to pull himself over the edge. He fell in a pitiful heap with an excruciating thud that knocked what little air he had been able to gather in his lungs right back out again. He had also, unfortunately, landed on his ruined back. He didn’t even have it in him to scream about it and had to make do with a less dignified yelp instead.  

Vamos Luis. ¡Levántate, Luis!

He had to help Leon.

Luis begged God, he begged anyone who would listen to a pathetic half dead bastard like himself to help him. He just needed a little strength, then he could get to his feet, pick up his gun, aim and just pull the trigger.

Someone must have heard him and taken pity on him because he finally got his wish.

If Luis had been in better shape, he might have had the energy to brag about that ridiculous shot he’d just made but as soon as he was sure that the threat to his friend was gone, his body finally gave up on him.

Luis groaned and fell onto his ass. His Red 9 tumbled from his numb fingers and skidded across the floor.

God… Please… He grit his teeth against the pain. He was so tired.

But Leon was at his side again. His friend was safe. Thank God, or whoever had been listening, that it hadn’t all been for nothing.

“Luis!”

The Spaniard looked up at the other man, the edges of his vison was blurring but there was a light behind the other man’s head. With his blond hair and light eyes, in the glow Leon looked ethereal. Luis tried to take in as much as he could of this moment because something told him that this was as close to an angel as he was ever going to get.

“I’m not looking good, eh, my friend?”

“Don’t talk…” Leon’s voice wasn’t much more than a quiet rasp.

Luis might have been imagining it, but it almost sounded like Leon was on the verge of tears.

Was it bad that he wanted him to be? Did that make him an even worse person just because he wanted someone to give a damn that he was… he was… dying?

And he was dying. There was no doubt about it now. It was a bitter pill to swallow after everything he had just gone through with this man, but it was one he knew he more than deserved.  

He was going to die down here in these damned invested mines after all. Food for what was left of those accursed bugs. He’d laugh if he had the strength to.  

“Leon…”

“I said don’t talk, Luis! Here… I have to get this off of you.”

Luis’s head felt so heavy. He couldn’t hold it up anymore and it dropped forward. He realized that Leon was trying to unzip his jacket and lifted his hand to try and stop him.

It probably wasn’t a good thing that he couldn’t feel either of his legs anymore. It also probably wasn’t a good thing that he was starting to lose more feeling in his right arm. He had to make this quick. They didn’t have much time.

“Leon…” Luis laughed breathlessly. Apparently, he did have the energy. “N-not now, eh?”  Then gasped, “Don’t… Escúchame. Por favor, mi cariño.”

It also probably wasn’t a good thing that his words were starting to slur either.

“It’s not funny…” Leon uttered, and it was softest, saddest sound Luis had ever heard from him. It made his already broken heart break all over again in a way he didn’t think it still could and it squeezed painfully in his ruined chest. He was starting to rethink his position on hoping that Leon would mourn him when he was gone.

Maybe it actually was funny. Maybe it was just… What did they call it? Ah… Delicious irony.

Maybe there was a level of sorrow so deep that laughter was the only thing left for them now.

Dios Mio. He wasn’t even sure if he was speaking out loud anymore.

He had spent so long running away. From this village and everything he’d lost. Then from everything he’d helped create with Umbrella. All of that effort just to end up running right back where he’d started. Again, he was deep in a mess of his own making. The only difference being that it was now with Los Illuminados.

Was he doomed to always the same mistakes.

Maybe he really was insane. Maybe he had lost his mind a long time ago.

Maybe so, and now he was going to die here because of it.

But now…

Maybe there would at least be someone that would miss him when he was gone.

“Mierda, realmente lo jodí de nuevo, eh? Lo siento, León. Lo siento mucho…”

They were supposed to leave this place together. Find Ashley and…

“Here… take this. The key to my laboratory.”

The three of them. They had made a pact. They were partners and Luis had pledged his on his life to help them.

It seemed like his debt was coming due.

After handing Leon the key, he had just enough strength left to put one last cigarette to his lips.

You know those things will kill you.

“Go there and remove those damned parasites. Help… Ashley…”

Leon refused to keep it and instead insisted on giving it back to the man dying right in front of him. Oh, if only they had more time… “No. You should hold on to that. I’m gonna fix this, Luis. I’m gonna fix you up and then I’m gonna get you out of here. And we’ll both… we’ll both find Ashley. She’s gonna expect you to be there. What… What am I supposed to tell her?”

Oh.

He was crying.

Joder.

What had he done?

“Lo siento mi amor.”

“Stop fucking saying you’re…” Leon sounded like he was quietly choking on his own words. Maybe he should stop talking. He was just making it worse.

Doing what he did best, he supposed.

“I don’t need you to try and make me feel better, Luis. I just need you to stop talking so I can help you. And let me get this goddamned jacket off of you.” Leon was starting to panic and that felt more terrifying for some reason. More terrifying than the fact that every breath he exhaled made it harder to inhale a new one. Every breath he could catch felt like another knife to his lungs. He was suffocating on his own blood, and he knew there was nothing in Leon’s kit that could stop it. “I just need… I need…”

Luis hated seeing him like this. This man had helped him more than he would ever know. There was something so unfair about that.

The numbness had begun to creep down his left arm now. It wasn’t strong enough to hold on to his lighter anymore. So, it slipped from his tingling fingertips and clattered to the floor between his useless legs.

“Leon.” He struggled to push the words out. They were definitely slurring now. His heart squeezed tight in his chest in response to the sounds coming out of the other man. “La única forma en que puedes ayudarme ahora, querida, es tomando esta llave y ayudándome a encender mi último cigarrillo.”

It was getting more and more difficult to think. He couldn’t keep track of what language he was even speaking anymore.

He wasn’t surprised when the other man actually reached down, picked up the lighter and used it to light the end of the cigarette still dangling from his lip. The first inhale was enough to make Luis cry with some small bit of relief. ��Of course, Leon would light his cigarette for him. He hadn’t let him down yet. Leon was a good man.

A much better man than Luis had ever deserved. Though somehow, he must have earned enough favor with some higher power, because if only for a little while, he’d had him.  

“Y’know, I lead a pretty shitty life…” He lifted his heavy head in order to look the other man eye one last time. He was unable to hold back the sob building in his chest when the other man reached up to wipe away the tears that had slipped from his blurry eyes. Though, there were just more of them to take their place. Luis was just too tired to try and hold them back anymore. “But now, eh?”

There must really be something wrong with him to think that this man was even beautiful while crying. Luis’s heart ached at the sight.

Maybe, Leon could forgive him for this one day too.

His head lulled back, unfocused eyes blinking slowly, “What do you think, Leon? People can change… Right?”

The last thing he knew of this world was the warmth of Leon’s hand in his.

“You were a fine knight, Don Quixote.”