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A Dare to Remember ft Eunbi, Minju

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Tags : squirting, rough sex, multiple creampie, multiple orgasms

The airplane's wheels screeched against the tarmac, jolting Minju and Eunbi from their sleepy embrace. They looked out the small oval window at the lush, unfamiliar landscape as the aircraft taxied to the gate. The scent of tropical flowers wafted through the cabin as the door swung open, mixing with the stale air of the plane. Bali, the island of gods and unbridled beauty, welcomed them with open arms.

"We're finally here," Minju whispered to Eunbi, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She playfully tugged at the hem of her friend's skirt, which had ridden up slightly during their nap. "Let's make this week one to remember, yeah?"

Eunbi giggled, her cheeks flushing. "You bet we will," she murmured, a hint of mischief in her voice.

The two friends collected their luggage and stepped out into the warm, humid air, feeling it envelop them like a lover's embrace. The vibrant sounds of the bustling airport surrounded them as they made their way through customs, the exotic languages a symphony to their ears.

In the taxi, they chattered away about their plans for the week. They had rented a luxurious villa, nestled between the emerald rice fields and the azure sea. It was a place where they could truly unwind and indulge in the pleasures of life, away from the prying eyes of their small town in Korea.

As the vehicle wove through the chaotic streets of Kuta, the heart of Bali's nightlife, Minju leaned in close to Eunbi, her voice low and conspiratorial. "You know what we should do to spice up our vacation?"

Eunbi's eyes grew wide with curiosity. "What?"

Minju smirked. "A little competition."

The taxi pulled up to the grand entrance of their villa, and the driver popped the trunk with a flourish. As they stepped out, Minju elaborated, her eyes gleaming with a wild idea. "Let's see who can...you know, hook up with the most guys. It'll be our own little challenge."

Eunbi's eyes narrowed, a competitive fire igniting within her. "You're on," she said, her voice filled with excitement and a touch of defiance.

The villa was a paradise, with a private pool that shimmered like a jewel in the sunlight. Their bags were whisked away by the friendly staff, leaving them to explore their surroundings. The walls of their suite were adorned with intricate carvings that told ancient tales of love and passion, setting the stage for the adventure that lay ahead.

"This place is perfect," Eunbi said, her voice filled with awe. "Now, let's get started on those registration papers."

They retreated to their separate rooms, each a sanctuary of comfort with four-poster beds draped in fine linens and private balconies that beckoned with a view of the swaying palm trees. Minju watched as Eunbi pulled out a notebook and pen, placing it on the nightstand with a determined look.

"No fabric touching our bodies, right?" Minju asked, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge.

"Right," Eunbi nodded, a devilish smile playing on her lips. "Let's keep it interesting. No clothes, no barriers."

Minju watched as Eunbi sailed out of the room, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. This was it; the game was on. She quickly undressed and lay on the bed, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat from the warm Bali air. She felt a thrill run through her as she imagined the parade of men who would soon be crossing the threshold.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the villa in a warm, golden glow. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore served as a soothing backdrop to the nervous energy that crackled through the air. Eunbi stood on her balcony, her bare skin kissed by the soft breeze. She had decided to wait for the first contestant to arrive. Her heart thumped in her chest as she heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the villa.

A knock at the door made her jump. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She opened the door to find a tall, tanned local man with a charming smile. His eyes swept over her naked body, a blatant hunger in his gaze that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Hi," she managed to say, her voice a sultry whisper. "I've been expecting you."

He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him with a click that echoed through the suite. He didn't waste any time, closing the distance between them in two strides. His strong hands found her waist, pulling her against his firm body. His kiss was fiery and demanding, his tongue dancing with hers in a passionate tango.

Eunbi's body responded instinctively, her legs parting slightly to allow him closer. He took advantage of the invitation, his hands roaming her curves, exploring every inch of her bare skin. His kisses grew more insistent, moving down her neck to her collarbone, then lower to her firm breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling gently, eliciting a gasp from Eunbi. Her knees grew weak as his fingers traveled lower, finding the slick heat between her thighs.

The man's touch was like nothing she had ever experienced before—rough yet tender, claiming yet reverent. She felt a strange sense of empowerment as she gave herself over to the moment, allowing him to lead her in this erotic dance. The competition had begun, and she was ready to give it her all.

Eunbi guided him to the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as his hands continued to explore her body. He laid her down, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between her legs. He entered her with a smooth, practiced ease that made her moan with pleasure. His rhythm was intoxicating, a slow and steady build that had her arching off the mattress.

Their bodies moved in a silent symphony of desire, their skin slick with sweat as they lost themselves in the primal rhythm. The bed creaked in time with their passionate thrusts, a testament to their unbridled lust. Eunbi's hands roamed his muscular back, her nails digging in as he picked up the pace. Their whispers grew louder, turning into a cacophony of dirty praise and encouragement that filled the room.

"You're so tight, baby," he groaned, his hips slamming into hers. "You feel so good."

"Keep going," Eunbi panted, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you fill me up."

He obliged, his strokes growing more forceful, each one pushing her closer to the edge. The room was alive with the sound of their skin slapping together, the sweet sound of pleasure echoing through the villa.

"Yes," she screamed, her body tightening around him as she climaxed. "Keep going, fill me up. Give me everything you've got."

The man's pace grew erratic as he approached his own release, his grip on her hips tightening. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside her, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of the moment. They lay there, panting and tangled together, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Eunbi felt a sense of victory as she watched the man roll off her, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She had won the first round, but the week was long, and she knew Minju would not make it easy for her. The game was on, and she was ready to play.

Her thoughts were interrupted by another knock on the door. She glanced at the notebook on the nightstand, her heart racing. The next contestant had arrived, eager to stake his claim in their wild competition. She slid out of the bed, her legs unsteady from the last round, and padded to the door.

As she opened it, she found a line of men waiting outside, each more handsome than the last. They had heard about the contest and had come from all corners of the island to take part. The thought of it made Eunbi's pulse quicken. She had never been so desired, so wanted.

The first man in line stepped into the room, a cocky grin on his face. He was young, with a lean, muscular body and a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his English tinged with an Australian accent.

Eunbi's smile grew wicked as she led him to the bed, her body already preparing for the next round. This one would be rough, she decided, her competitive spirit driving her to push the boundaries. He pinned her down, his strong hands holding her wrists as he kissed her neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. His teeth grazed her sensitive skin, making her gasp.

He was aggressive, taking her with a fervor that left her breathless. Each thrust was punctuated by the sound of the bed frame hitting the wall. She could feel the tension building inside her again, a delicious ache that grew with each bruising kiss and bite. He whispered dirty words in her ear, his breath hot and ragged, and she found herself responding with equal vigor.

The night stretched on, a blur of faces and sensations. Eunbi's body was a canvas of pleasure and pain, each encounter more intense than the last. Some men were gentle, worshipping her body with tender kisses and soft caresses. Others were more demanding, pushing her limits with each stroke. There was the quiet, intense artist who painted her in hues of passion with his fingertips, and the burly biker whose rough hands left her feeling both used and adored.

Through it all, she kept count, scribbling names and details in her notebook with a trembling hand. Each orgasm brought her closer to victory, and she reveled in the power she wielded over these men. Yet, she knew she had to be careful. The competition was only just beginning, and she didn't want to burn out too soon.

As the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Eunbi collapsed onto the bed, her body sore but satisfied. She had fucked them all, each one leaving his mark on her body and her soul. But she knew that she had to keep going, to push through the pain and the pleasure. The prize was in her sights, and she was not about to let Minju win without a fight.

The men came and went, a never-ending parade of desire and need. Each time she felt a new cock fill her up, she would grip the bed sheets and whisper sweet nothings into their ears, making them believe they were the best she had ever had. The sweet sound of their moans and grunts became a symphony that played in the background of her thoughts, fueling her determination.

And then it happened. With a particularly skilled and energetic partner, she felt something new, something she had never experienced before. Her body tightened around him as a warm gush of liquid spurted from her, soaking the bed and leaving her panting for breath. He looked at her with amazement, his eyes wide with surprise. "You squirted," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Eunbi giggled, feeling a newfound sense of power. "It was amazing," she gasped, her voice still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, tasting the salt of his sweat on his skin. "You're really good at that."

Her newfound squirting ability became a secret weapon in their competition. Each time she felt a man's warmth filling her up, she would whisper those magic words, "Keep cumming on my womb, fill it," urging them to give her all they had. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel alive and in control. The men responded with a fervor she hadn't anticipated, their eyes glazing over with lust as they worked to satisfy her every demand.

Days turned into nights and back again, as Eunbi and Minju's game of conquest grew more intense. The villa's walls echoed with the sounds of passion, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Eunbi's body grew more sensitive with each new lover, making each climax more explosive than the last. Her cries of pleasure could be heard throughout the night, a siren's call that drew even more men to her doorstep.

As the week progressed, Eunbi's list grew longer, filling page after page of her notebook. She had lost track of the number of men she had taken to her bed, each one leaving her feeling both drained and exhilarated. Yet, she never once considered backing down. The thrill of the challenge had become a drug, a high that she craved with every breath.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky with a riot of colors, Eunbi found herself with a particularly eager participant. He was older, with a silver fox charm that made her knees wobble. His hands were rough and calloused, yet gentle as they explored her body. He took his time, savoring every inch of her as if she were the last woman he would ever touch. His kisses were tender, yet filled with an urgency that made her heart race.

As he slid into her, she felt herself opening up to him in a way she hadn't with the others. His strokes were deep and deliberate, each one hitting that perfect spot that made her toes curl. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she begged for more. "Keep cumming on my womb," she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper. "I want to feel you fill me up."

The man's eyes grew dark with lust as he obeyed, his movements growing more forceful. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room as he drove into her, over and over again. With a roar, he released his seed, and she felt the warmth spread within her, a delicious sensation that made her shiver with pleasure.

The week had been a whirlwind of passion and competition. Eunbi had pushed herself to the limits, her body aching yet craving more. Each day had melded into the next, a blur of sun-kissed skin and whispered promises of pleasure. Her once pristine bed now bore the stains of countless encounters, a testament to the marathon of lust she had endured.

As she lay there, her body trembling from the last climax, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She had done it—200 men had claimed her, leaving her feeling more alive than she had ever felt before. The taste of victory was sweet on her lips, a heady concoction of sweat and cum. She glanced over at the notebook, the number scribbled in her shaky handwriting. "200," she murmured, her voice filled with amazement and satisfaction.

The final night of their competition approached, and with it, the tension grew palpable. Both women knew that their endurance was being tested, their bodies pushed to the brink. Yet, as they lay in their beds, listening to the distant laughter and waves crashing against the shore, they couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie. They had shared this wild, unforgettable experience together, and no matter who won, they had both conquered their fears and desires in a way they never thought possible.

Eunbi's final day was upon her, and she approached it with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had one more encounter to go, one final man to add to her tally. As the hours ticked by, she found herself both dreading and eagerly awaiting the moment. Would she be able to handle it? Would she be able to give him the experience he sought?

The door to her room opened, and in stepped the final contestant—a mysterious figure who had been watching from the sidelines all week. His eyes were dark and intense, his body sculpted like a Greek god. He walked over to her with purpose, and she felt her heart race in anticipation. This one, she knew, would be different.

He didn't waste any time with pleasantries, instead he began to touch her, his hands skimming her skin with a confidence that sent shivers down her spine. His kisses were demanding, his teeth grazing her lips in a way that made her gasp. He picked her up effortlessly, laying her on the bed, and began to explore her body with a hunger that matched her own.

Eunbi had been with many men, but none had ever made her feel like this. Each touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. He knew exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply. It was as if he had studied her, learned her body's secrets, and was now using them to his advantage.

Her legs spread wide, she offered herself to him, her pussy slick and swollen from the week's exertions. He took his time, savoring every inch of her, leaving no part untouched. His tongue danced around her clit, teasing it into a frenzy before plunging into her depths. She writhed beneath him, her body a tapestry of sensation.

When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, deliberate stroke that made her moan with pleasure. He filled her completely, stretching her to the point of pain, yet it was a sweet agony she had grown to crave. His rhythm was relentless, each thrust sending a fresh wave of cum spilling from her over-sensitive womb.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of desire that had been a week in the making. Eunbi could feel the pressure building, her orgasm threatening to consume her. She met his eyes, her own glazed with passion, and whispered, "I want you to breed me. Give me your all."

With a roar, he complied, pumping into her with a ferocity that made the bed shake. She felt his hot seed fill her, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. Yet, she reveled in it, her body clenching around him as she climaxed once more.

As he pulled out, she lay there, panting and exhausted, her body drenched in sweat and cum. She had done it—she had conquered her fears, pushed past her limits, and claimed victory. The competition had taken its toll, but Eunbi felt a sense of triumph that washed away any hint of fatigue.

Minju Side :

As Eunbi's cries of pleasure pierced the stillness of the villa, Minju couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She lay on her bed, the sheets twisted around her body like a lover's embrace, listening to the muffled sounds of her friend's passionate encounter. Her own body thrummed with need, her pussy pulsing with anticipation for the first man she would claim in their wild competition.

The door to her room creaked open, and she held her breath, her heart racing in excitement. A shadow fell across the threshold, and she made out the silhouette of a man, his features obscured by the dim light. She watched as he approached the bed, his eyes gleaming with lust.

He was nothing like the gentle, loving men she had known back home. His touch was rough, his kiss bruising as he claimed her mouth. She could feel his hand at her throat, his grip firm yet not unpleasantly so—it was a show of dominance, a silent declaration of his intentions.

With a sudden jerk, he pulled her up and pushed her down onto the bed, her cheek pressed against the cool, crisp linen. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look back at him. His eyes gleamed with a dark, almost sadistic hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. He was going to be rough, and she could feel her body responding with a mix of fear and excitement.

Minju gasped as he bent her over, pushing her down onto her hands and knees. He didn't bother with preamble, instead, he took a firm grip of her hips and yanked her back towards him. She felt the tip of his cock brush against her cunt before he thrust inside without warning, filling her in one swift motion. She yelped with surprise, the sensation of his thickness stretching her out sending shockwaves through her body.

He began to fuck her hard, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythmic thud that echoed through the room. Each time he pulled out, he'd smack her cheeks before plunging back in, the sting adding to the intensity of each thrust. She felt her pussy grow wetter with every spank, her body begging for more of the delicious pain-pleasure that danced along her nerve endings.

"How does it feel, baby?" he grunted, his grip on her hips tightening.

Minju moaned, her voice thick with lust. "It feels...amazing. You're so big, so deep."

The man chuckled darkly, his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back. "Keep talking, sweetheart. Tell me how much you love it."

Her words spilled out in a breathless stream, each one more explicit than the last. "Your cock feels so good, so thick, stretching me open. I've never felt so full."

He rewarded her with a particularly deep thrust that made her cry out. "That's it," he encouraged. "Tell me how much you love being my little whore."

Minju's cheeks flushed at the harsh words, but she found herself craving more. "I love it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I love being your whore, being filled with your cum."

The man's strokes grew more erratic as he approached his climax, his breaths coming in harsh pants. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, her body trembling. "I'll take everything you give me."

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his warm seed flooding her insides. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Minju lay there, her breath coming in ragged gasps, feeling both used and utterly satisfied.

As the man withdrew, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, despite the ache in her body. She had never experienced such raw, animalistic sex before, and it had awakened a side of her she didn't know existed. The competition had taken an unexpected turn, but she was ready to face whatever the week had in store for her.

The next man to enter her room was a stark contrast to the first. He had a gentle demeanor, his eyes soft and kind. He approached her with care, as if she were a fragile treasure to be cherished. Minju felt a twinge of doubt—was she ready for tenderness after the rough treatment she had just received?

But as he began to kiss her, she realized that she was craving something different. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to take her with the same fiery passion as the first, but he resisted, instead choosing to explore her body with feather-light touches and whispered sweet nothings. She found herself arching into his caresses, her body begging for more.

"I want you to go rough," she panted, her voice strained with desire. "Please, make it hard."

He hesitated, his eyes searching hers for consent. She nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. He took her cue, his gentle strokes turning into firm, demanding thrusts that made her cry out. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. Her nails dug into his back as she urged him deeper, her body craving the delicious friction.

"You're so good at this," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I've never felt so...so alive."

He grunted in response, his grip on her hips tightening as he picked up the pace. His cock hit that perfect spot inside her with every thrust, and she felt herself climbing towards another shattering orgasm. The man's eyes never left hers, his gaze intense and focused. It was as if he could see into her very soul, as if he knew exactly what she needed to push her over the edge.

And when she did, it was with a scream that tore through the quiet night, her body convulsing around him. He followed shortly after, his own release a testament to the power of their connection. They collapsed onto the bed, their hearts racing in unison.

Minju lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She had done it again, conquered another challenge in their wild game. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter had meant something more, something beyond the competition.

But there was no time to ponder as the door to her room swung open once more, admitting another eager participant. The cycle repeated with an almost mechanical precision—the feel of a stranger's cock claiming her, the sweet agony of climax, and the warmth of his seed filling her up. Each man brought a new wave of sensation, a different flavor of lust to savor and record in her notebook.

Her body grew sore, her pussy tender from the relentless onslaught, yet she remained insatiable, craving the next round. Each encounter blurred into the next, a never-ending symphony of passion and pain. The men came and went, a faceless procession of desire that fueled her competitive spirit. She had lost track of time, her existence now a series of moans and cries that filled the air, a crescendo of pleasure that never seemed to end.

But tonight, something was different. As the latest participant slammed into her, she felt it building—that peculiar tension that had been coiled within her for days. Her body began to quiver, her muscles tightening around him in a vice-like grip. And then it happened. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before—a sudden, explosive release of fluid that soaked the bed beneath her. She looked down, astonishment etched on her face as she watched herself gush with each powerful thrust.

"Oh my god," she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of shock and excitement. "I'm squirting."

The man's eyes widened in amazement, his own arousal spiking at the sight of her pleasure. "Keep going," he urged, his strokes growing more frenzied. "Let me see you drench the bed."

And she did, her body responding to his words with a fervor that surprised even her. With every pump of his hips, she squirted more, the sensation growing stronger and more intense. The room grew wet with the sound of her release, a testament to her unbridled passion.

It was as if her body had discovered a new form of climax, one that left her trembling and begging for more. Each time she felt the pressure build, she whispered the words that had become her mantra—"breed me, fill me up." And he did, one after the other, eager to leave their mark on the canvas of her womb.

The days grew hotter, the competition fiercer. Minju's body became a battleground of pleasure and pain, her moans a constant symphony that resonated through the villa. Her appetite for depravity grew with each encounter, her masochistic tendencies revealing themselves in full force. She craved the sting of a firm hand on her ass, the burn of a bite on her neck, the sharp tug of her hair as a man claimed her.

Her voice never faltered, a siren's call that grew more demanding with each passing hour. "Spank me," she'd command, her ass reddening under their palms. "Choke me," she'd beg, her eyes fluttering as they tightened their grip around her throat. "Make me squirt," she'd demand, her cunt spasming around their cocks as they pounded into her. And they did, eager to satisfy her every whim, to be the one who brought her to that ultimate release.

As she lay there, her body a battleground of ecstasy and endurance, she couldn't believe it had been a week since their competition had begun. Her notebook lay open beside her, the number "200" scribbled in her handwriting, a testament to the men who had claimed her, filled her, and left her trembling with pleasure. It was a number that once seemed insurmountable, but now, it was a badge of honor, a symbol of her triumph.

The door to her room creaked open once more, and she turned her head, her eyes half-lidded with lust and exhaustion. In the doorway stood a man, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the moonlight. He was the last contestant, the one who would determine the victor in their week-long quest for carnality.

Her eyes widened as he stepped into the room, allowing the light to reveal the monstrous cock that jutted from his hips. It was the largest she had ever seen, a thick, veiny beast that made her quiver with a mix of fear and excitement. She had faced many challenges in the past week, but this one was the ultimate test.

With a smug smile, he approached the bed, his massive cock swaying with each step. He didn't say a word as he climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip nudging against her swollen folds. She could feel her pussy contract around the sheer size of him, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard.

"I've been waiting for this," he murmured, his voice deep and filled with promise. "I've heard about your little game, and I'm here to make sure you remember me."

With that, he pushed into her, inch by torturous inch. She felt herself stretching to accommodate his girth, her muscles protesting before giving way to the sweet agony of fullness.

"Fuck, it's too big," Minju whimpered, her eyes rolling back as the man's monster cock continued to press deeper. He took his time, watching her face contort with every movement, his own expression a mix of triumph and lust. Her body fought against the intrusion, but she knew she had to take him—this was the final round, and she wouldn't let Eunbi win without a fight.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You can handle it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Take it all, baby. Take it all for the win."

Her jaw clenched as she forced herself to relax, her pussy stretching to accept his massive length. She felt herself being split apart, the pressure intense, bordering on pain. But with each inch he sank into her, she felt a new kind of thrill—a challenge that she had to conquer. She could feel her body adjusting, her muscles wrapping around him like a tight fist.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "You're already squirting around my cock."

Minju bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut. She hadn't realized it was happening—the initial penetration had been so overwhelming that she couldn't focus on anything but the pressure building within her. Yet, as he began to move, she could feel the wetness trapped inside her, a pool of desire waiting to be unleashed.

He picked up his pace, his strokes deep and deliberate. With every thrust, she felt her pussy clench around him, the sensation of her squirting internal. It was as if she was a dam holding back a flood of pleasure, the water rising with each beat of her heart.

"Let it go," he urged, his hands gripping her hips. "Show me what you can do."

The words acted like a dam breaking, and she felt it—a rush of liquid heat that filled her to the brim. Her body tightened, her muscles clamping down on his cock as she climaxed around him. Yet, the squirt remained contained, a delicious secret that only they knew.

Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. He grinned, a knowing glint in his eye. "That's just the warm-up," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You can take more."

And so he began to move again, his strokes slower, more deliberate. Each one was calculated to push her closer to the edge, to coax out another explosive climax. She could feel the tension building once more, her body responding to his expert touch.

He leaned down, his breath hot on her neck. "How does it feel, having my cock fill you up so completely?"

"It feels...amazing," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "So full."

The man's grin grew wider, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. He began to fuck her with more vigor, his hips pistoning into her with a brutal rhythm. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pain through her, but she found herself craving it, begging for more. Her body was a maelstrom of sensation, the pressure in her pussy growing with every beat of her heart.

"Ahh, I'm going to cum," she screamed, her body bucking beneath him.

The man's eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched her approach climax. He knew he had her, that she was his to use and discard. Yet, something in the way she writhed and begged for more made him feel alive. He pounded into her, his own release building.

"Fuck, your dick was so good," Minju gasped out between moans. "I can't stop cumming."

Her words seemed to fuel his desire even more, his strokes growing more urgent. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "You like feeling me fill you up?"

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. "I love it. Breed me. Make me squirt again."

He chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening. "With pleasure," he growled, and with one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her. She felt the warmth of his cum fill her, the sensation of his seed shooting into her womb sending her spiraling over the edge once more.

As he pulled out, the pressure grew too much. Her pussy contracted around nothingness, desperately seeking the release it had come to crave. And then it came, a geyser of cum that shot out of her, soaking the sheets and painting the bed beneath her. Her body trembled with the intensity of it, her muscles spasming as she squirted over and over again.

Her vision swam, stars dancing before her eyes. Her orgasm was so intense it was almost painful, her body no longer her own. The only thing that remained was the feeling of her pussy pulsing, the sweet agony of her squirt that seemed to have no end.

As the man stepped back, admiring his handiwork, Minju felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed, her body quivering uncontrollably. She had never felt so used, so utterly spent.

The room spun, and she felt her consciousness slipping away. The competition had pushed her to her limits, and she had emerged the victor. Yet, as the darkness claimed her, she couldn't help but wonder if it had all been worth it.

Her body lay there, a testament to the week's excesses, as the final droplets of cum trailed down her inner thighs. Her mind was a blur, her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. The only thing she knew for certain was that she had never felt more alive, more desired, more...complete.

As consciousness returned, Minju felt the sticky warmth between her legs and the heaviness in her belly. She groaned, her eyes fluttering open to see Eunbi leaning against the wall, a concerned look etched on her face. "Are you okay?" Eunbi asked, her voice filled with a mix of worry and amazement.

Minju took a moment to gather her breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. She nodded weakly. "I think so," she managed to murmur. "What happened?"

Eunbi's eyes widened as she recounted the scene she had walked in on. "You kept squirting non-stop," she said, her voice filled with awe. "It lasted for a very long time."

The reality of what had happened hit her like a ton of bricks. She had done it—she had pushed herself to the edge and beyond, conquering the final challenge of their depraved competition. The thought filled her with a sense of victory, but also a hint of fear. What had she become in this week of unbridled lust?

"How many did you get?" Eunbi asked, her voice tentative.

Minju couldn't help but smile through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. "Two hundred," she said, her voice a mix of pride and disbelief. "Same as you."

Eunbi's eyes widened. "No way," she breathed, her voice filled with both amazement and envy.

"It's true," Minju said with a tired laugh. "We're tied."

Eunbi nodded, her expression thoughtful. "So, what's next?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Should we try to beat our records on our next vacation?"

Minju considered this for a moment, her body still trembling from the exertion of the past week. "I don't know if I can do that again," she admitted, though the challenge in her voice was unmistakable. "But I do like the idea of another game."

The two women lay there, their bodies still entangled, their thoughts racing. They had pushed each other to the brink of their sexual limits, and yet, there was a bond between them that had only grown stronger with each shared experience.

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#28 August #GATE Registration 2025 #Graduate Aptitude Test in Engineering #registration

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bumpkinspice0 · 3 months ago

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Take a Bullet

Logan Howlett/ Wolverine x Mutant!FemReader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: “I’d raise hell. I’d tear down whatever took you away…but you’re still here. If the price of that is death, then I’ll pay it every goddamn time.” he lets the words linger. It almost stings when they start to sink in. Did he really think this was all he had to offer? Only his invulnerability, his strength? Of course it was. It’s all anyone ever told him he was worth. All anyone ever wanted from him. He did exactly what thought he should. What he was made for. Logan always thought he was anything except a man. An animal. Another expendable tool. OR Logan never told you he couldn't die, and it scares you how far he's willing to go to keep you safe.

AN: Just the briefest sprinkle of smut. Didn't feel right to go full feral in this one. This is another one that's vaguely tied to my first Logan fic HERE. Totally not required reading, reader just has the same powers and codename cause I'm lazy. She's an earthmover called Dozer. The GIF choice is incredibly unserious but I couldn't not

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, injury, shock, Hurt/comfort, angst (obvi), Logan has some low self worth guys, Confessions of love, Protective!Logan, Smut, Tender sex

AO3 if you prefer to read there

Logan Masterlist

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You weren’t new to fighting. Hell, you’d been doing it most of your life. You were an X-man after all— but this was getting ridiculous.

They just kept coming.

You faced down the brotherhood countless times, fought gods and mad scientists— but a few dozen humans with guns was proving to be the most exhausting task you faced with the team. Their ranks were depleting, that much was true, but holy shit was this getting old.

“Dozer!” you hear Scott shout your codename from the left. “Barrier on the east entrance, quicksand for the ones approaching from the west!”

“Aye, aye, Captain!” you, a little less than enthusiastically, respond before plunging your fist into the dirt to change the very earth to your will.

As an earth-mover, you have the wonderful task of being both on defense and offense— well, mostly defense. A lot of defense. You could put up walls and literally stop people in their tracks. If all the firepower was focused outside, the job could be finished inside.

This was a prison break, after all.

“The last of them are out!” Jean’s voice crackles in your ear. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”

The last of the MRD facilities is finally falling. It’d been over a year since they’d been defunded and mutant registration was banned. Still, hate always found a way to limp on.

And limp on with a few hundred guns at that.

A stray bullet whizzes past your ear as you move behind a newly erected stone wall. You’d been at this for hours. You're tired. You’re slower and it’s making all of this a hell of a lot more dangerous.

“We need some support over here!” Scott screams into his comm, sliding behind the shelter next to you.

“North gate is clear. I’m coming to you!” You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Ororo’s voice. She’d be tasked with taking care of all other possible exits while you and Scott got the main entrance. With the power of flight and hurricane-level winds at her fingertips… Well, you always thought Storm could take care of herself better than the rest of the team.

The barrage of bullets stops as soon as there’s a crack of thunder, all of the armed men looking up to the sky to see the goddess that brought their demise. In an instant, tyrannical winds start to sweep through their ranks.

“Almost out!” Jean announces in your ear.

“Dozer, give them a clear path!” Scott orders you, jumping out from behind your barrier to help Storm thin the herd of armed men that waited.

You call to the dirt beneath your feet, pulling up several jagged walls of rock to protect the entrance and path to the Blackbird. They’re sloppy and uneven, but they’ll do for cover. You catch just a glimpse of the team through the cracks in the rock. Somehow, Logan’s eyes find yours in the fraction of a second you have.

“Spare anyone you can. Let’s clear the last of these scumbags out before we evacuate.” Scott orders through the comm set. You want to argue back and groan in protest. The mission was complete. The prisoners were out and heading for safety, but you knew he was right— Time to cripple MRD once and for all.

With any final strength you can muster, you send a shockwave through the battlefield, several agents falling in its wake. You quickly enclose whatever parts of their bodies in rock that you can. You just have to immobilize them and there are only a handful left. It’s almost over.

“Remind me never to piss you off, sweetheart.” a familiar gruff voice cheekily says behind you. In a flash, he’s at your side— Logan. If the situation were different, you’d have kissed him. Too bad there’s a task at hand.

“Oh, you should know never to piss me off by now.” you chuckled back, doing your best to multitask in the chaos of it all.

Logan jumps in front of you defensively. He was against you being the outside offense since the beginning, likely just because he couldn’t be there if you needed him. In the handful of months since you’d been together, he’d proven to be a rather protective partner. The more you learned about him, the more you understood why. He’d only had a small handful of things happen to him that were actually good. You did your best to be one of them.

“Two dozen left at most,” Scott shouts in the dwindling chaos.

Looking out at the jagged battlefield, Scott’s estimate seemed to be correct. This could be over in a matter of seconds, and your job would finally be done. You could take the last of them out with the same move you’d just done… that is if you had one more in you still.

You reach your weary hands out and call to the earth one final time. Cripple them. Immobilize them. The ground starts to rumble under your command.

You're so focused on your finishing move that you don’t hear it. Storm warning you all reinforcements are coming up from the south, directly behind you.

“DOZE!” It’s Logan’s voice that pulls you out of your concentration.

You only have a split second to turn your head to see him jumping for you. He pushes you to the ground, your body skidding a few feet away. There’s a deafening ring of new gunfire before it’s immediately silenced by a new jagged wall of rock you rip out of the ground. With a crack of lightning, Storm rushes over to Scott’s side, quickly followed by Rouge and Kurt. You scramble to your feet, ready to join them, but Logan doesn’t move. He just stands there, back to you, completely stone still.

“L-Logan?” You dare to take a small step toward him, afraid of what you’ll see.

He starts to turn around, his movements jerky and stiff. It hurts him to move.

You attempt to hide the horrified gasp that escapes your lips, covering your mouth with your hands at the sight of him. Your eyes immediately meet his and you can almost feel it through his gaze— the excruciating pain.

You weren’t fast enough to stop them.

Bullet holes peppered his entire body. God, even his face— the bullets still sat embedded in his metal skull. The blood pouring out of each new hole in his body was starting to stain his suit— painting over his skin with red. He choked out a pained sound that almost sounded like your name before collapsing to his knees and falling face-first at your feet.

“Logan!” You immediately drop down and pull him into your arms, the battle around you now completely forgotten. You erect three more small walls on your remaining sides. The team could handle the rest. They’d be fine. Logan would be fine. He just needed time to heal, and you’ll give it to him.

You cradle his head in your arms. All hope disappears when you look into his eyes.

There was… nothing.

Those warm, hazel eyes that were always so inviting are now cold and blank. Lifeless. Streams of blood marked his rugged face you adored so much, a bullet in his forehead and two through his left cheek. You’d seen death a handful of times in this rotten job. You’d just never seen it in someone you loved.

You can’t help the wail that escapes when you pull him in. You clutch his lifeless body, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Yes, Logan healed, he barely aged, but could he cure death? He’d never mentioned it. How could a mutation still possibly work after you died? It couldn’t. Logan was dead. He’s dead because of you. Because you weren’t fast enough to stop this.

You only faintly register the battle falling silent around you. The commanding voices of your friends at least tell you that you’ve won. There was no joy in this small victory for you. Not while you clung to the body of your now dead lover.

You jump at the sound of several metallic pings within your space. Has someone breached your quickly constructed walls? You pull back and gasp at an entirely new sight.

Logan was healing, newly formed tissue and bone pushing the bullets out of his body one by one. The final ones to leave are three that marked his face. As soon as they’re gone, there’s light in his eyes again.

His whole body arches in your arms as he heaves in his first gasping breath. His hands grasp onto you, finding anything to ground him. You can’t bring yourself to say anything comforting, shock grabbing hold of your vocal cords.

He’d come back to life in your arms in a matter of seconds.

He takes a few steadying breaths before his eyes finally find yours.

“Are you okay?” His voice is shaken, almost ragged.

You still can’t force yourself to speak. You only look at him, only able to see the blood that streaked across his face in every direction. His blood. He was still covered in his own blood. The hole in his forehead is still mending itself back together and he’s asking if you're okay?

He sits up from your lap, his hands gently resting on your arms.

“Hey,” he tilts your chin up to look him in the eye. Warm and inviting again. Full of life, “Talk to me.”

You’re not sure how long it is before you can force words out of your throat, but eventually, you do.

“You died.”

The silence that follows is haunting. Suddenly, it feels like there’s an ocean between the two of you. You should be the one comforting him through this, yet here he is, cradling your face in his hands, suddenly unable to make eye contact. He’d saved you, he was alive, you were alive, yet you feel like something in you changed. A small piece of you died with him just then. Unequivocally fear that you could never forget. He died. You just watched him die.

“But you didn’t.” He says it with no regret in his voice. No pain.

He knew his actions would likely be fatal. He sacrificed himself to save you. But was it worth it? Was it worth it to watch him die in front of you?

And knowing Logan… he’d do it again without hesitation.

“Hey, guys!” It’s Kurt's voice that pulls you out of your little world, calling for you just beyond the walls. You quickly lower them to see the rest of your fellow X-Men standing in wait. How long have you both been sitting here?

“Jesus, what happened?” Rouge exclaims, clearly referring to Logan still caked in blood. His blood.

He was still fucking covered in his own blood.

You quickly get up, not sparing Logan a single glance, and brush past your teammates as fast as you can. You board the Blackbird alone, hugging yourself in the corner. None of them come after you, and truthfully, you don’t want them to.

Your face collapses into your hands, sobs racking your whole body.

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The flight home was dead quiet. Even the rescued prisoners said almost nothing except a quick thank you once you dropped them off at a secure mutant-run location just past the border. Logan was smart enough not to sit directly next to you. You’re not sure if you're relieved or mortified by that fact. No, no, you needed space and he was giving it to you.

You still felt his eyes on you the whole time.

He may not have sat right at your hip, but he was in eyeshot of you at all times. Logan’s emotions were always so palpable to you. You can always just feel him. He was worried.

Ororo was the first to approach you with a quiet hello and a gentle hand on your knee.

“What happened out there?” she asked somewhat hesitantly.

You took your sweet time answering, shock still grabbing some part of your mind and urging you to just keep staring at your feet like you had been the entire time.

“I saw him die, ‘Ro.” you eventually answered.

You swear you felt her touch tense a little.

“But Logan can’t die.” Maybe she was holding back a laugh, you thought briefly. You’d been with this man for months, and you had no idea his healing factor was so advanced. You were a child pouting in the corner over seemingly nothing— but it was everything.

“But I didn’t know that, ‘Ro,” you spat back at her. “I didn’t know that.”

And, of course, she pulls you into a hug with a comforting warmth only Ororo Munroe seemed to have. It was stupid of you to think she’d mock you for something like this.

You’re in your bedroom now, sitting on the bed with your knees curled into your chest, stripped out of your suit and freshly showered. Logan was in the bathroom just a few feet away, brushing his teeth. Just fucking brushing his teeth like nothing happened. Like his soul hadn’t left his body and you had to fucking watch.

It wasn’t just that, though. It wasn’t the fact that he was brushing off the fact that he’d died and come back to life.

You loved him.

It’d been a good handful of months, and neither of you had said the big one yet. People always said you and Logan were the same kind of stubborn, probably what drew you to each other in the first place. Both skittish and afraid to ruin something by going too far. But it’s gone past that point for both of you now, hasn’t it? What risks are there left to take? It took seeing the light draining from his eyes to realize you loved this man. God, why can’t anything in your life be easy?

You feel the mattress sink behind you, but still don’t turn to look at him. His body shifts with a heavy sigh.

“I can’t…we can’t go to bed like this.” There’s that gentle pleading in his voice you’d only heard a handful of times. When he woke up from nightmares, mostly.

A heavy hand comes to rest over yours and to your surprise, you don’t pull away. You finally turn to face him… and there he is. As rugged and beautiful as he always is. Not a speck of blood left. No holes in his body. The familiar hair of his bare chest already grown back in the same familiar patterns. The man you loved, as good as new.

With a deep breath, you ask your first question.

“Have you died before?”

He’s taken aback at first but eventually answers.

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

“I’ve lost count.”

“Logan—” you bury your face in your hands, not sure if you are willing away tears or an irritated groan.

He reaches out for you, ready to pull you into him before he decides against it.

“I’m sorry,” he simply says.

“Logan, it’s not—”

“I thought you knew,” He quickly cuts you off. “You knew how old I was… what I’d been through. I figured you knew.”

In retrospect, it seems obvious. He’d fought in wars, been ripped apart and put back together, he’s hundreds of years old, for God's sake. But what normal person would ever correlate that to complete and total resurrection? You knew Logan had suffered… but this…

“You’re okay and I’m okay. That’s all that matters.” He reaches out to you again. You stand up from the bed and start to pace before he can touch you.

“It’s not about that! It’s not about being okay now— it’s that I had to watch you. I saw you die. I saw you suffer because of me and I—” You cut yourself off before admitting to your newest and most terrifying secret. “You can’t do that again. I can’t watch you go through that again.”

He just sits there, looking up at you like a scolded puppy.

“I can’t promise that.” He says without an ounce of regret in his voice.

“Then you’re going to have to try.”

You see a flame flicker in his eyes then before he looks away. He sits there, hands squeezing into white knuckled fists on his lap before he releases them with a deep breath.

“You can’t just ask me not to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me.”

“You did tonight.”

You turn away again, trying to keep yourself from screaming. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t fucking get it.

You pause, facing the wall adjacent to the bed, and take a few deep breaths before daring to continue.

“I don’t want you to just be a human shield for me.”

“I’m not…I will do anything as long as it means you stay alive.” He’d finally raised his voice, the tendons in his neck tensing from what little restraint he had. “You have no idea… No idea what I’d do.”

And finally, his nonchalant attitude toward this monumental thing started to make sense. What he’d done, sacrificing himself for you— it meant nothing to him. A blip in his long existence. What’s a little more pain to it all? Logan never gave a shit about himself, you already knew that— but the people he cared about…he’d move mountains for them.

“I’d raise hell. I’d tear down whatever took you away… but you’re still here. If the price of that is death, then I’ll pay it every goddamn time.” he lets the words linger. It almost stings when they start to sink in.

Did he really think this was all he had to offer? Only his invulnerability, his strength? Of course it was. It’s all anyone ever told him he was worth. All anyone ever wanted from him. He did exactly what thought he should. What he was made for. Logan always thought he was anything except a man. An animal. Another expendable tool.

You have to show him he’s more than that. More than some blunt object. More than a weapon. He’s a man… the man you love.

You pull at his wrist, urging him to lean into you. He does, his arms circling around your shoulders and yours sneaking up around his back.

“Logan… you still don’t get it…but I guess I’m not getting it right either,” you start gently, running your hands soothingly up his back. “I’m not saying I’m not happy to be alive. That we’re both alive…but…I can’t be entirely grateful because…because I watched the man I love die tonight.”

You feel him tense around you.

“Just for a moment, I thought I lost you. I lost you and it was my fault. You’re not just something that’s expendable. You’re a man. A man that I— And I’d never get to tell you…” You trail off, the thought of it is too unbearable.

He doesn’t let you bury your face in his chest like you wanted, hiding yourself from his searing gaze. Instead, his hands come up to cradle your face, gently craning your neck back to look at him. You were right to want to hide away from him, his eyes are more desperately burning than you’d ever seen.

He holds you there, unmoving, unspeaking. Just boring into your soul with a million words that his mouth could never say. You don’t need him to speak. Those deep pools of hazel and topaz say it all.

In a way, Logan took the first step. He took a few dozen bullets for you, endured unspeakable pain and the first thing he did when he could breathe again was ask if you were okay— what is that if not love?

You don’t recall the last time a kiss felt more natural. Kissing Logan always felt right, but this was different. Whatever words he couldn’t say, he was pouring into this kiss. An all-consuming embrace. A silent promise. His own way of saying he loved you back.

Logan was always a man of action rather than words.

He pulls you into him, holding you flush against his body with a desperate moan and a need to have you impossibly closer. He cradles you like a treasure, tongue coming out to explore your own.

He pulls you down to the bed, hands starting to desperately paw at your whole body. You straddle his lap, cupping his jaw so tightly you fear hurting him. As if you ever could. Your shirt’s discarded in some blinding flurry of motion, his lips immediately trailing all over your chest as soon as you're exposed to him.

Logan was always a lustful and sometimes feral lover. It was always something that was intoxicating about him. This was more than that, though. There was a sense of desperation in his touch— a need. A need to have you closer. To touch you. To taste you. To have you just feel how much he needed you.

How much he loved you back.

He brings you down to the bed, pulling off your sleep shorts before you can even get a breath in. You rise to meet him once he’s discarded his own pants and straddle his lap again. He pulls you back into him as you sink down over him, your cunt stretching to his familiar girth.

“Don’t leave me again,” you plead as your hands reach up to cradle his face, tears pricking at your eyes. “Don’t ever, ever do that again.”

“Okay,” He says passively, dropping his mouth down to nip at your neck. “F-for you I’ll… Okay…Okay…”

It’s not a promise, not really. But it’s a start.

You both find a rhythm here, pushing and pulling into each other in ways that were already familiar and somehow completely new at the same time. It’ll never be the same after tonight. Whatever you and Logan are, it’s something entirely new. Equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

Love always is.

It’s hours, it’s days, it’s… You don’t really fucking care. An eternity with Logan inside you would still not be enough, but eventually, you both find solace in your pillows, your bodies and hearts weary from… everything.

You both lay there, finally still and the initial emotions quelled. There was still so much more to talk about, so much more to say… but not tonight. Not right now.

“Do you ever remember anything… when it happens?” you find yourself asking, your fingers lazily brushing through his facial hair.

He says nothing at first, hand reaching up to yours and bringing it down for a kiss.

“No. Never. But… waking up to you wasn’t half bad.”

You flinch again at the memory of those empty eyes.

“I don’t want to see that happen to you again.”

“I can’t promise that, darlin’.” He reiterates from earlier.

“I’m not asking for a promise… I’m just asking you to try.”

He pulls you into him, resting his chin on top of your head and his hand gently stroking up and down your arm. It’ll take time, but you’ll show him. You’ll show Logan his life is worth something.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he says, placing a kiss on your head, “l’ll try. For you, I’ll try.”

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Yesterday’s apparent move to lay the groundwork to pull out of the September 10th debate for the second time was a case in point. It was a classic Donald Trump social media outburst. A wave of vague and nonsensical complaints about bias against him, all leading up to a strong suggestion that he’s pulling out of the ABC debate, rounded out with a “stay tuned.” It’s the old razzmatazz, throwing out a bombshell, putting everyone else back on their heels and then intuiting in the resulting chaos the best way to shuffle the deck for Donald Trump. But in this case, nobody cares. Many factors figured into the burst of momentum Harris got right out of the gate on July 21st. But I don’t think most people have grasped the importance of Trump’s immediate decision to drop out of the already scheduled debate. It showed from him directly that he was unprepared for her elevation and at a minimum worried about facing her in a debate. He basically told on himself. It was a message to her potential supporters, from — paradoxically — the most credible of sources, that she was for real. It was a big deal. Now he’s doing the same thing again. But nobody’s back on their heels. This makes him look weak, like most things have over the last month. Harris isn’t going to beg him to debate. Her campaign is probably as happy with a renewed spectacle of his fear of facing her as it would be with the debate happening itself. He already made a big show of this and caved. Everyone knows he’s got a losing hand in any fight over debates. The “stay tuned” tells the story: the old Trump mode, wait anxiously for my next move. But no one’s waiting. No one’s anxious. Really, he has no next move on the debate front.

Donald’s Fallen Down. So Why Can’t He Get Up?

All of this is true. It feels great to know that he is struggling and sputtering and in a complete panic, on his way to a total narcissistic collapse.

AND YET we can’t take this election for granted. Every single vote will count. Check your registration, especially if you live in a swing state, and make a plan to vote with two friends.

Do something! Let’s win this! We are not going back!

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So, both Marvel and DC periodically do "fascist takeover of America" crossover events. The one I read the most of was the 2006-2010 mega-arc spanning Avengers Disassembled and Siege, where the high-profile superheroic fuckups of Avengers Disassembled, Secret War and House of M create the political climate necessary for Civil War, and the subsequent government consolidation of power over superheroes, the regulatory infrastructure created downstream of that, is then directly implicated in Norman Osborn's eventual soft takeover of the American Security State- at least until he overplays his hand and gets curbstomped in the usual status-quo reset manner. On balance I genuinely really liked this arc, which is at least partially down to nostalgia- but part of it is that I very broadly find the whole thing plausible, essentially a four-color and comparatively toothless implementation of the ideas Bendis and Millar were playing with in the Ultimate Marvel sandbox. It raises questions about Superheroic accountability that the really aggressive shooters for that idea can't really weasel out of- accountability to who? You think the fucking Bush Administration should get to sign off on what superheroes can and can't do? The freaks who got millions of people killed in the middle east with a fake-nuke fig-leaf over their hardon for the gun salesmen?

(I call this a toothless implementation because Ultimate Marvel had Bush personally, directly deploy Captain America and company in Iraq. Mainline Marvel gestured at this but, due to the number of authors involved, ended up being a lot more thematically confused in regards to whether they liked the government or not. I like Ultimate Marvel.)

Anyway. The thing about the "fascist takeover of America" plot is that even though it's typically gesturing at plausible real-life concerns- The Military Industrial complex run amok, the NSA with superpowered attack dogs, and so on- it always ends up doing so from within the superheroic idiom in a way that robs the real-life referents of their power. A slick demagogue takes over the government, but that demagogues a conventional supervillain and once you unmask him and punch him out everything is back to normal. The CIA has unleashed an army of killbots but once you destroy the secret killbot factory and arrest five or six people all is normal again in heaven and earth. There's always some inner circle, always some prime mover you can beat to a pulp about it. It's never painted as just the inevitable consequence of a significant chunk of the American populace being subsapient authoritarians who elect a bunch of criminal maniacs to enact an unmanaged suicide of the modern administrative state.

There's an extent to which doing something like this is always going to fall outside of the big-two mandate because going all in on what I'm about to talk about would put so much of a lie to the basic aspirational premise of the thing so as to make it unrecoverable. But a story I'd really like to see is a registration act situation where the superheroes are integrated under government power, it's cool, it's cool, and then over the course of a couple administrations, a couple economic downturns and maybe an adventurist overseas war it very pointedly becomes uncool. Some cornfed fascist slides into the oval office, and there is no genre-specific mitigating element. It's not because of his mind-control powers, it's not because he's a catspaw for a supervillain or an ancient conspiracy. It's just the the proven American propensity for electing evil morons- or possibly the proven American propensity for electing evil genteel politicians, norms-and-civility ghouls who drone strike exactly as many weddings as the evil morons, if not more. And now the political moment has beaten down the gates to the walled fairyland garden of the superheroic cops-and-robbers runaround, and superheroes find themselves being sicced on campus protests and whistleblowers and overseas targets, every other evil exercise of power associated with the cops and the military and the national guard, and there's no smoky backroom you can beat up to ensure a return to normalcy, because this is normal. This isn't what they signed up for. This is exactly what they signed up for.

#thoughts #meta #marvel #marvel comics #civil war #analysis

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maxinehufflepuffprincess · 22 days ago

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King of Clubs

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

(So this has been a long time coming, but here it is. I hope it lives up to expectations. It's like four in the morning for me, so if there are typos or spelling mistakes, Imma blame it on the tiredness.)

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. Love Line Collection.

Warnings: Death, blood, swearing.

Summary: You, your boyfriends and your friends play against the King of Clubs and his team.

You let out a small sigh as you and your boyfriends waited for more people to show up for the next game. It was the King of Clubs, and the game required seven players.

The sound of a car brought your attention away from your boys. The three of you made your way to where the sound came from. Only to find Kuina, Arisu, Usagi and Tatta in front of the table with the bracelets.

“It says we need seven players.” Usgai stated as she looked at the three.

“But we’re only four.” Kuina replied with a small huff.

“Seven, actually.” Niragi spoke up. The group turned to see the three of you standing in front of the car.

“Niragi? Chishiya?” Arisu asked, not expecting to see the three of you there. Especially not Niragi.

“It’s been a while.” Niragi smirked. He knew that Arisu and Usgai didn’t trust him after he beat Arisu up. He knew they were still slowly trying to figure out where they stood with Chishiya after he had tricked them.

“Kuina!” You called out, running over to your best friend. Kuina met you in the middle, and the two of you shared a tight hug. You pulled away after a moment, and the two of you looked each other over. “I missed you. You’re not hurt, are you?” You asked her.

Kuina shook her head. “I’m fine. Are you three okay?” She asked as you walked with her over to your boys. The two each shared a hug with her. “We’re good. We’ve been looking for you all everywhere since we got separated. Thank goodness we trusted Niragi when he said he wanted to do this game.”

“I don’t think we should team up with them. Niragi will sabotage us for sure.” Tatta spoke, his voice full of distrust. “I bet he’s got a plan to screw us over already.”

Chishiya shook his head at that as Niragi stepped forward and raised his arm. “The bracelet isn't coming off now. All I wanna do is enjoy the game and make sure these two– and now Kuina are safe. If you’re not interested in playing, then you’d better get outta here, huh?”

Usagi let out a breath before turning and walking over to the table. She picked up a bracelet. “I don’t care what he wants.” She put the bracelet on. “If we don’t join the game, we’ll be gunned down. And that’s it.” She said, turning to face everyone. “I’d rather fight here than die like an animal.” God, she was awesome.

“Me too.” Arisu agreed. “I wanna know why.” He stepped forward and put on a bracelet. Kuina followed after Arisu and put on a bracelet as well. Tatta let out a sigh before turning to Niragi. “Don’t slow us down. This game is about working together.”

Niragi scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you’re the slow one.” He shot back. Causing Chishiya to snort from his left. Chishiya stepped forward. His hands were in his jacket pockets. The seven of you turned to look at the gate as it opened.

“Registration is now closed.”

“The game will now commence.”

The seven of you stood there for a moment before Arisu led everyone inside. The gate closed behind you all as you continued to walk. You came to a big open space that had a pole thing in the centre. There was also a screen that you could see. There were shipping containers everywhere.

“What is this place?” Tatta asked.

The screen turned on.

“The King of Clubs’ team is now entering the field.”

Rock music suddenly played, and the members of the King’s team walked out from different spots of the arena. Then from the centre came a man.

“Welcome to our game field.” He said as he walked closer to you all. “I am the King of Clubs, Kyuma.” He was butt naked. Like full on nothing. Your eyes went wide. Niragi smiled to himself before looking at you and Chishiya, who had an eyebrow raised. Niragi quickly slapped a hand over your eyes.

The King began to introduce his team (Shitara, Uta, Goken, Maki, Kaito and Emi) as Chishiya pushed Niragi’s hand off your eyes. He gave him a look which caused Niragi to scoff.

“Pleasure.” Kyuma said after introducing his team.

“Pleasures all mine.” You couldn’t help but say. You didn’t mean to say it. You definitely didn’t mean for it to come out so…thirsty. You blushed seeing Kyuma smirk. You heard Kuina snort at your words. A sudden gasp left your lips as Chishiya pinched your arm.

“What the fuck, babe?” You asked him as you rubbed your arm.

“You know what you did.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

You let out a scoff. “Oh, please, like you two weren’t just ogling him. Man looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. Tell me you disagree.” You challenged as you looked between your boyfriends.

But neither could disagree because you were right. They had both checked the King of Clubs out.

“Well, thank you, at least one of you likes me.”

“I think you’re weirding them out.” Uta told him with a small shrug, her hands shoved in her pants pockets.

“Put some pants on.” Shitara commented, hands on his hips.

“What? Not a chance! Nudism is an upstanding practice. A social movement with hundreds of years of history! Clothing is a social construct. No biological necessity. Humans should be bare and raw. After all, it’s only natural.”

“What’s the deal with this guy?” Tatta asked.

Kuina spoke up. “So this is the King of Clubs?”

“Out of his damn mind.” Niragi added.

“Listen, we don’t care about that. Just tell us who you are.” Arisu spoke, causing Kyuma to turn back to face you all.

“Who are we? We are the citizens of this country.”

“Citizens?” Arisu asked in confusion.

“Sure. citizens.”

“What do you mean?” Kuina asked in confusion. “We’re all living here, right?”

“Who can say?” Kyuma asked her as he raised an eyebrow. Kyuma then began to walk in front of you all, pacing as he spoke. “I’m the leader in this place. We created this game. That man, Shitata? All his idea.” He gestured to his friend as he turned to face Shitata.

Shitata raised a hand. “Well, to be fair, this is a brand-new experience for us. We haven’t played a game of it yet as a team.” He explained.

“What does that mean? We’re competing against citizens now? Us against the seven of you.” Usagi asked.

“Yeah. When you play a face card game, you’re competing against citizens fighting for their lives. Anyone who loses is killed. So… these are games of life or death for us citizens as well. It’s time to begin. The game we’ll be playing is…”Kyuma gestured towards the big screen.

‘Difficulty, King of Clubs.’

‘Game: Osmosis.’

“Osmosis…’ Arisu repeated.

“Now, the rules are simple. The game lasts two hours. Both teams try to collect points. The team with the highest total at the end of the game wins. Each team begins with 14,000 points. Players divide these points amongst themselves before the game begins. The minimum amount is 100 points. You’re free to divide them up anyway you want. Talk it over as a team and decide. Point distribution is a key element of strategy in this game.” Kyuma turned back to face you all.

“How does one earn points? There are three ways you can do so in this game. Battle, items and base.” He counted them off on his fingers.”

Kuina raised her hand and sighed. “Hold on!”

“Yeah, you got a question?” Kyuma asked as he gestured at Kuina, a small smile on his face.

“How do we remember all this?” She asked.

Shitata laughed, but Kyuma took her question seriously. “Okay. I guess it’s easier once you do it, huh? A demonstration. You’ve got random points for now. Your bracelet shows your individual point. Let’s try to battle.”

You looked down at your bracelet to see 2000 points. “A battle’s outcome depends entirely on your current points. To initiate one, all you need to do is touch your opponent.” Kyuma walked over to you and your boyfriends. He reached out and grabbed Niragi’s shoulder.

“Hey!” Niragi shrugged his hand off. His bracelet chimed, causing you and Chishiya to gather on either side of him to see his bracelet.

‘Niragi 2,000. Lose.’

‘Kyuma 3,500. Win.’

“Whoever has more points wins. The winner steals 500 points from the loser.”

You let out a gasp, seeing the points changing on Niragi’s bracelet.

‘The scores have been updated. The King of Clubs team is now leading by 1,000 points.’

Arisu walked over to the three of you. He stood beside you to look at Niragi’s bracelet.

‘‘Niragi 1,500.’

‘Kyuma 4,000.’

Then Kyuma’s name and points vanished. Niragi put his arm down. Arisu looked down at his own bracelet to see his own points. “So you don’t know your opponent’s score until you battle.”

“No. You know what that means, right? It means these battles are a huge gamble, where you’re unable to see your opponent’s strength. Something else you can try is to pair up with a teammate. For example..” He looked at Usagi and Arisu. “You two, try holding hands.” He said, pointing between the two.

Both were silent. Both stayed still and hesitated.”Oh wow, what’s this?” Kyuma chuckled. “A bit nervous, are ya?”

You looked between the two of you. “If you don’t hold his hand, Niragi will.” You told the two. You grinned, hearing Niragi scoff next to you. Chishiya let out a chuckle.

“I’d never hold his hand.” Your taller boyfriend grunted out.

Chishiya shrugged. “I think you’ve been dying to hold his hand since he came to the beach.” You laughed at Chishiya’s words. The two of you looked at each other.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” You told the blonde. The two of you smiled at each other before letting out a laugh.

You let out a sudden yelp as you were both smacked on the back of the head. “Ow.” You rubbed the back of your head and turned to see Chishiya glaring at Niragi.

“You two are begging for a spanking.” You let out a gasp at his words, but before you could say anything, Chishiya spoke up. “You can’t keep saying stuff like that in front of people.”

Niragi scoffed. “I can say whatever I want when my girlfriend and my boyfriend are being brats.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Aguni literally caught on last time.” You told Niragi, sass filled your voice. Chishiya nodded in agreement. “Oh please, Aguni knew something was going on long before that fucking meeting.” Niragi told the two of you.

“He did?” You asked in confusion as you looked between the two.

Chishiya sighed and licked his bottom lip. “The point is, you can't keep just blurting shit like that out in public.”

This made Niragi smirk. “Public humiliation looks good on you, Kitten.”

Chishiya practically turned red as he turned to Niragi. “I will light you on fire.”

“Not if I drown you first.” Niragi fired back, the flirtation clear in his voice.

“Honestly, you two. Stop flirting whilst we're in the middle of a death game. Do you have no shame? So unprofessional.” You spoke with a mocking tone of embarrassment and disappointment. As if you weren't the one to kick the whole conversation off. The two turned to look at you.

Before the three of you could continue, a laugh brought your attention to Kyuma. He looked very amused. “You three are adorable together. Very entertaining.” This made your cheeks turn red as you beamed with pride. “Thank you.” You said with a sweet voice.

Kyuma chuckled and shook his head. “Back to the game.” Usagi walked over and grabbed Arisu’s hand. “Would you look at that? Cute couple.” He sighed. “All right. If teammates hold hands like this, they’re able to battle using their combined points, allowing them to beat an opponent they couldn’t defeat on their own.” Kyuma stepped forward and grabbed Arisu’s shoulder. “The winners get the 500 divided between them.” Kyuma watched Arisu and Usagi check their bracelet. “Cuties.” He walked away.

“On to the items. There are items for you to find, six of them, hidden among the containers.”

Kuina scoffed. “This place is huge. There are only six items in all these shipping containers?”

Chishiya nodded his head. “Interesting.” He was already thinking.

“Touching an item will earn your team some points.” He walked over to the pole. “And finally, we come to these poles. Bases are a big part of the game.” He placed a hand on it. “They can turn the tide. This pole is your base. Ours is on the other side. If you manage to touch your opponent's base, 10,000 points are yours.”

“10,000 points? Don’t both teams start with that?” Kuina asked.

“Exactly why you need to keep someone back to protect your base. But while a player is touching their own base, they have infinite points.”

“Infinite?” Usagi asked.

Arisu walked forward, stepping closer to Kyuma. “How do you battle someone with infinite points?”

Kyuma gestured him over. “Come here.” So Arisu did. He walked over to Kyuma. Once he was close enough, Kyuma placed a hand on Arisu’s shoulder. “I was touching my base, so you lose 10,000 points. And I gain 10,000 points.”

“Hand on.” Usgasi walked over to Arisu’s side. “So what would happen to him? His score would have dropped below zero.”

Kyuma placed two fingers under his chin and tilted his head back a little. “Pyeeow. Shot down.”

Usagi frowned. “If you try to touch the other team’s base and their goalie manages to touch you, you lose 10,000 points. You die, and the opposing team gains 10,000 points?”

Tatta stepped forward. “That’s way too risky.”

Niragi chuckled and licked his bottom lip. “If you pull it off, you can change everything.”

“Something else. After completing a battle or touching the other team’s base, players are temporarily out of commission. Inactive. During this time, their points are frozen. They’re immune. If you touch an opponent while they’re out of commission, your wristband will give you an electric shock. Enough to knock you out, so be careful. Once you touch your own base, your status is reset, and you can resume play. So, you know the rules. Split up your points now, then the game begins.” And with that, the King and his team walked away.

“Hold on.” Arisu called out, walking forward. “I’m Arisu. Kyuma… tell me something, before we fight. If we beat all the games here, will we go back to our world?”

“Your world?” Kyuma asked. “What is your world? The way that you’re speaking about it, you’re making it sound like your world must be the real one.”

“Isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about?” You and Arisu asked at the same time.

“Tell me something. How many real conversations did you have? How many heart-to-hearts did you have? Our flaws, our pride. Those are exposed here, in this world. When we look death in the eyes, we face true human nature and reality.” Kyuma turned to face you all. “This world is more real than any you left behind. These games are conversations. Let’s really talk, you and I. Let us expose our true hearts. Arisu. You want the truth, yeah? Face me with everything you have.” Kyuma and his friends walked away, leaving the seven of you behind.

—-----

“Is it just me, or was that Kyuma guy being nice to us? Like a normal guy?” Tatta asked the group.

“Buck naked and crazy. Yeah, real normal.” Niragi said from his spot, leaning against the pole. “This game’ll be a bloodbath, just like all the others.”

“I think he just really liked Arisu.” You said with a cheeky smile on your face, causing Arisu to groan.

Kuina stepped forward. “Okay. Let’s distribute the points. How many do we each get? Got any ideas?” She asked, looking at Arisu and then everyone else.

“What if we split them seven ways?” Tatta asked curiously.

“We’re not going to win splitting them evenly between us.” Usagi replied.

Arisu nodded in agreement. “It’s like Kyuma said. It’s an important decision for the game. The initial point split is crucial.” He said as he looked at everyone.

Niragi sighed and pushed off the pole. “I might have an idea.” He said with a shrug. This made you smile.

Arisu, Usagi and Tatta frowned at Niragi. “Why would we trust anything to have to say?” Arisu asked him.

Chishiya scoffed. “Just hear him out. No one else has a plan.” He was defensive. He understood why the three didn’t like Niragi, but now was not time for that bullshit.

You nodded in agreement. “We get you three, don’t trust him. But Chishiya, Kuina and I do. We’ve actually played games with Niragi before. He’s more than just a gun, you know.”

The three looked at each other and then at Kuina. Arisu sighed but nodded. “Alright, Niragi. Tell us your plan.”

“Here’s the plan. The faster runners will get fewer points. That’s Kuina and Usagi. So 300 points each. Slower runners get more. Arisu will get 4600, I’ll get 4700 since I’m the slowest out of the two of us. Baby, you’ll get 3,900 points. Not fast but not slow. The guard at the base gets the least number of points possible. 100. We got in one pair and one trio. One fast runner with one slow runner. Baby, you can bounce between the two groups as you see fit. We’ll keep Tatta and Chishiya at base to protect it. That way, if whilst we’re gone, the King’s team decide to attack the base, we’ll have two chances to stop them. Pairing up for battles has many advantages, but one of the biggest is that they can only see your combined points. They won’t know how many points you each have.”

Everyone was quiet. Because what the actual fuck? That actually kind of sounded smart and good. Chishiya nodded at Niragi. He was proud of him, and that was clear by the small smile on his lips and the twinkle in his eyes.

“So, how are we doing the teams then?” You asked curiously.

—-----

‘Game Start.’

You found yourself running alongside Niragi and Usagi. You had originally expected to be paired with Niragi and Kuina. But Usagi and Arisu seemed determined not to be paired together.

“Why'd you pair with us, anyway?” Niragi asked as he ran.

“Because I won't care if you die in front of me.” Usagi replied as she focused on the goal of looking for items. This made Niragi laugh.

You scoffed. “Geez, no need to be so rude.”

The three of you continued to run until you came across one of the King's players. The three of you stopped in place, trying to figure out what to do.

“How do you want to do this? Between you two, you have just over 4,000 points. Between us, we have 5,000, and between my girl and me, we have over 7,000.” Niragi spoke as he looked between the two of you.

“He can't have more than that. They'd be crazy to give one person half their points. Let's get him.” Usagi replied as she turned to look at you. She grabbed your hand in yours. The two of you began to run at the man.

“Oh no.” The two of you slowed to a stop as you watched him run away. Niragi came up behind you both.

“Guess he didn't have that many after all.” He chuckled as he separated your hand from Usagi's.

The three of you got back to searching for items, though you didn't find any. Your team's points went up by 2,000 and then by 500. So you guessed that Kuina and Arisu must've found an item and won a battle. You just hoped that Kuina got 2,000 points since she only had 300 at the moment.

Usagi and Niragi waited around a corner as you opened up some of the containers to look for any items. You turned to see Usagi luring one of the King's teammates into a little trap. You watched as the two cornered him, and the male tried to run off, but Usagi grabbed his ankle. Causing 500 more points to be added to the team, though the points were evenly split between Niragi and Usagi.

‘The player team is now leading by 4,000 points.’

And suddenly another 500 were added.

“I think it's time to regroup.”

—-----

The five runners all met back up and walked back to the pole.

“All right, you guys!” Tatta called out with a grin as you all came into view.

“This is a King game? Don't make me laugh.” Niragi high-fived Kuina as he spoke. He then took your hand and led you over to Chishiya, who was playing with the cards he had collected. However, before the two of you could get far, Arisu stopped you both.

“You did well. I actually forgot that you were a bad guy, Niragi.” He raised a hand, and the two high-fived. Arisu turned to you, and you both high-fived as well.

You turned to Niragi, seeing a small smile on his lips. He felt…accepted. You gently pulled him to the pole where you both recharged before sitting down next to Chishiya. The blonde looked between the two of you.

You grabbed one of his hands. “I'm surprised you still have those.”

Chishiya looked and shrugged. “We went through a lot to get these. I'm not about to just lose them all of a sudden.” He told you with a small nod. He then turned to you both with a smirk. “Did you enjoy running?”

You let out a huff. “I hate running. It's ridiculous. Why can't any of these games involve walking or sitting down…or sleeping? I'd win in a sleeping game.” You spoke proudly.

Niragi let out a laugh. He shook his head as he took the moment to watch you both. He was happy that the plan he had made was working. He'd have you by his side, safe. Whilst Chishiya was at base, safe, where he could end up with infinite points if needed. His main priority was keeping you two alive. His second priority was keeping Kuina alive. He hated to admit it, but Kuina had become an important person in his life.

Kuina walked over and sat with the three of you, making a little circle. With you and Niragi on either side of Chishiya and Kuina, between the two of you. The four of you were silent for a moment.

“I’ve missed this.” You spoke softly. “The four of us.” You all cared deeply for each other. Kuia was like a sister to you.

“Me too. I was worried about you three when we got separated. I knew you’d be okay, though. Now I’m worried about Ann. We got separated from her as well. If we survive this game, I need to find her.” Kuina stated as she picked at her nails.

Niragi nodded lightly before looking at Chishiya. “You’re plotting.” He stated, he knew that look. That was Chishiya’s thinking face. The one he used when he had a good idea.

“I think we should leave an extra few people here.” Chishiya spoke, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Arisu shook his head. “Why would we do that?” He asked as he looked between the four of you sitting on the ground.

“Because, their losing by a lot. So they’ll probably come to our base. We need enough people here to defend it.”

“How could you possibly know that? Maybe they’ll just look for items.” Usagi was confused because there was no way to know what the King’s team would do.

“It would be risky only having some of us looking for the items.” Arisu added.

Niragi let out a scoff. “Why do you always have to shoot us down? You know we’re trying to save ourselves, right? If you lot lose, then so do we. We four have played so many games together, we know each other’s ticks. That face, is one he makes when he has a damn good idea. So just listen.” Niragi knew it was hard for Arisu and Usagi to trust them. Niragi had beaten Arisu, whilst Chishiya had lured them into a trap.

Arisu and Usagi looked at each other for a moment. Usagi shook her head before Arisu turned back to you all. “I’m sorry, but it’s too risky. We should stick to what we were doing before. Chishiya and Tatta stay here whilst the rest of us continue looking for the items.”

Niragi let out a growl as he shook his head. He looked at Chishiya and kissed him lightly before he pulled away. “It’s a good plan.” He stood up, taking your hand in his. You gently kissed Chishiya before getting up. “We’ll be back soon.”

You waved to Chishiya, and you and Niragi walked up to Arisu and Usagi. “Let’s move.” You began to walk towards one route, only stopping to watch Niragi as he stayed in front of the duo.

“If we end up losing because you two don’t know how to put your pride aside for a game, I’ll kill you both before the leasers even appear.”

—-----

‘The player team has secured an item.’

Tatta grinned from his spot on the floor. He had tried making conversation with Chishiya, but the quiet male had basically blanked him. Tatta felt a small amount of guilt having not saying anything after the earlier disagreement.

Chishiya was in his own thoughts, hoping that you and Niragi were okay. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a gasp from Tatta. He turned to see the King as some of his team members. “Fuck.” He stood up and turned to Kyuma.

“Hey.” Kyuma said as he came to a stop.

“Why are you all here?” Tatta asked, making Chishiya let out a scoff.

“We’re here so we can win, man.” Kyuma stated like it was obvious. And it was. Chishiya had said this would happen.

Chishiya finally stood up and placed a hand on the pole. He looked at Tatta. “Touch it so we can get this over with.” So, Tatta did as he was told. “I’ll take the left, you take the right.”

“We have infinite points. You get tagged here and you’ll die.” Tatta’s voice was shaky. He was scared.

Kyuma looked up at the sky as he let out a breath. He then looked at the two males at the base. “You’re right. And since it’s a game of life or death, why don’t you tell us who dies by your hand?”

“What? But you’ll be killed!” Tatta was shocked. How were they all so calm? “You’ll die! Stay back!” He hated that he was in this position.

Chishiya let out a sigh. “Tatta, just pick one. If they die, it’s their own fault.”

Then it happened. Kyuma and his team rushed towards the pole.

‘The scores have been updated. The King of Club team is now leading by 4,000 points.’

‘Two players on the King of Clubs team have had their score fall below zero.”

—-----

You, Niragi and Usagi watched the score bored in shock. “Shiya was right.” You said as you shook your head. You grabbed Niragi’s hand, both of you running back to base with Usagi following behind you both.

—-----

Chishiya had managed to touch one of the players, as had Tatta. Tatta’s hand had landed on Shitara. Where has Chishiya had chosen one of the players that he hadn’t really remembered the name of.

Kyuma, Maki, Goken and Kaito looked on at their two friends. Shitara and Emi. They were sad at the thought of losing the two of them.

Shitara breathed heavily, as Emi stood with tears filling her eyes, though she put on a brave face.

“You picked me?” The male asked Tatta. He stepped back, panting. “You better use this to win.” He said, looking at his team. “If I die in vain, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you in the afterlife, man.” He let out a sob as Emi walked over and hugged him.

‘It is game over for two players.’

“Shitara, Emi. You were my good friend. I’ll never forget what you did for us.” Kyuma spoke. He didn’t want to lose two of his friends. But they had all agreed to the plan. They all knew the risks. Though it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Later, man.” Shitara spoke, accepting his fate.

“You guys better cry hard.” Emi spoke up with a small smile on her lips. Then two lasers came down, killing them instantly.

Kyuma and his team walked over to the fallen two. All shedding tears. Kyuma, Maki and Goken all picked up Shitara whilst Kaito lifted Emi into his arms, and they then walked their way back to their base.

Tatta sat on the ground, crying. He felt guilty. He had taken a life, and he knew it was part of the game to help them win. But he still felt so incredibly guilty.

“Crying won’t change anything Tatta.” Chishiya told him as he shoved his hand into his pockets. He ignored the shocked look on Tatta’s face. He didn’t feel bad about this. Why would he?

—-----

“They sacrificed two members of their team. Now, four of them have 10,000 points each.” Arisu spoke as he leaned against the pole, near where Tatta was sitting on the floor, still.

“Couldn’t even guard one pole, huh?” Niragi was angry, and he was taking it out on Tatta. He crouched down in front of the male and flicked his hat. “You’re fucking useless.”

“Lay off of him. He did the best he could.” Usagi spoke.

“The best he could? You get a chance to kill one of them, you kill Kyuma!” Niragi came to stand by you and Chishiya.

“You’re boyfriend didn’t kill him either.” Usagi stated, her voice was almost challenging.

“It’s not that. We underestermed them.” Arisu stated, trying to put an end to the argument. “He was nice and we got sucked in, so we forgot the most important thing. “Kyuma is the King of Clubs.”

“We forgot that we’re gambling with our lives.” Niragi scoffed at Usagi’s words.

“They’re prepared to die. They’ve just shown us that. If we don’t do something, we’re finished. Only one hour left on the clock.” Arisu stated as he walked forward.

“I think we should attack their base.” Chishiya spoke, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Arisu shook his head. “No. We can’t, it’s too risky.”

“Exactly. They wouldn’t be expecting us to attack their base so soon after they attacked us. They know we’ll be playing this safe and that we’d be too scared to get them back. So it’s best to take the risk now before they win.” Chishiya’s voice was calm but clear. He had thought this through.

“No.” Arisu licked his bottom lip. He was worried about taking risks. “We need to stick with what we are doing. Going for the items is the safest choice. Avoid their base and fights.”

You let out a sigh. “But he’s right. If we attack them now and do it right, we could easily take back the win. We’d be in the lead and they wouldn’t be able to touch us.”

“Especially not if we all go.” Chishiya added with a small shrug.

Arisu thought it over for a moment before shaking his head. “The risk is too high, and we can’t leave the base unprotected.”

Niragi huffed. “They won’t come back. They have no reason to.” He stated.

“And you three thought we were going to be the problem.” Chishiya added, his arms now crossed over his chest. The three of you stood side by side. Once again a plan had been shot down.

—-----

‘The King of Clubs team has secured an item.’ ‘The King of Clubs team is now leading by 4,500 points.’

“Well, that ain’t good.” Niragi scoffed. Everyone had split up, an idea that Niragi hated. He didn’t know where you were. Sure, Chishiya was back at base, making him safe. But both males were worried about where you were. They knew you could handle yourself, but it didn’t stop the fear.

‘The scores have been updated. The King of Clubs team is now leading by 5,500 points.’ “The King of Clubs team has secured an item. The King of clubs team is now leading by 7,000 points.’

‘The scores have been updated. The King of Clubs team is now leading by 8,000 points.”

You rounded a corner to see Arisu walking into a container. You walked over.

“Arisu, did you find an item?” You asked as you stepped inside. Though Arisu wasn’t alone. Uta was there too.

“You snooze, you lose.” She spoke before tapping the button. “Yes! 3,000.”

“The most valuable item.” A voice came from right behind you, causing you to jump and yelp in surprise. Arisu grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him.

Kyuma stepped into the container.

“Wait. If you’re both here, then… no one is guarding your base?” Arisu asked.

“Nope. We figured that you wouldn’t have the guys to invade ours. And we were right, weren’t we?” Kyuma stated.

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms.

“I can’t believe this.” Arisu looked defeated.

“You told me you wanted answers, Arisu. These games are cruel. You know that. The value of a single life is meaningless here. Look at me. I just lost my best friend and a close friend.”

Everything else came out fuzzy as your anger grew. Maybe you all should have fought harder about Chishiya’s idea. Maybe things would be different now. You turned to see Kyuma’s hand on Arisu’s shoulder. You grabbed Arisu’s wrist and pulled him away.

“Arisu, you must not forget this is a game of life and death. The losers will die. Show me what you’re made of, Arisu.” Kyuma spoke before Uta took a step towards you.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” You snapped at her. This took the three by surprise. You were angry, that was clear. You pushed Arisu against the wall. “We should have listened to him. To Chishiya. You shot down two of his plans, and it led us to failure. What the hell is your problem? I get it, okay. We all understand why you don’t trust Chishiya and Niragi. I get that they tricked you. And maybe they should have gone after someone else. But we were running out of time. I understand you hate that Niragi for beating you and almost getting you killed during the ten of hearts game. I wouldn’t forgive them either if I were in your position. But-” You let a small sob. “You know their smart. You know their lives are on the line here, too. You know they’d fight for each other and me to be safe. Why couldn’t you have just listened to us? I’m going to lose the loves of my life because you, Usagi and Tatta didn’t want to listen.” Arisu watched as you dropped to the floor, tears freely running down your cheeks as you sobbed.

“We talked about it you kow.” You told him, your voice broken and shaky.

“About what?” Arisu asked in confusion as he sat down next to you, tears filled his own eyes.

“Our future together. We talked about it on the roof, during the ten of hearts game. We wanted to go home, to try being together, but in our world. Niragi is a Game Engineer. Chishiya is a Doctor, but he said he wants to be a better one. They’ve both made mistakes, so have I. But together, we’re better. We planned to move in together. A nice apartment or a cute little house to start with. We talked about getting a pet. Niragi wants a dog. Chishiya was leaning towards getting a cat. I think a bunny would be cute. We talked about maybe starting a family. I don’t want to die when the best part of my life is happening. Not when my future actually looks like it can be filled with happiness and laughter. I can’t lose that, Arisu. I can’t lose them. I don’t want to watch them die.” You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed. Arisu pulled you into his arms, letting you sob into his chest, and he rubbed your back. Neither of you was sure when Kyuma and Uta had left.

Arisu decided then and there, he wasn’t going to give up. He needed to keep fighting. All needed to. Their had to be a way to win.

—-----

‘Thirty minutes remaining.’

‘The King of Cubs team is currently leading by 12,000 points.’

Everyone was gathered around the pole. You were cuddled in between Niragi and Chishiya, both had been worried when they saw you return with Arisu, hiccuping and a face full of tear. Niragi had threaten Arisu until you stopped him.

‘Only 30 minutes left.’ Kuina spoke as she placed a hand on the pole.

“And they’re up by 12,000 points.” Niragi added as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“We can’t give up yet!” Usagi said as she looked at everyone.

“We’ve got to find more items.” Kuina crossed her arms over her chest.

“It’s not worth it.” Arisu said from his spot. He was crouched down, one hand on his knee, the other holding his head. ”There’s only a few left.”

Kuina frowned. “We have to do something! I’m not sitting here waiting to die.” She wasn’t happy, they needed to do something.

Usagi let out a small sigh as she thought things over. “Tatta and Chishiya still had over 10,000 point each. We could pair up and battle–” She was cut off as Niragi spoke up.

“Fuck that! Whose fault is it we’re in this poostion now?” He asked as he glared at Tatta. “I’m not trusting this bitch to do anything after he fucked us!”

“Chishiya was there too, You can’t just blame everything on Tatta!” Kuina turned to Niragi. She thought it was ridiculous that he was only blaming Tatta.

Niragi stood up, walking over to Kuina. “Are you being serious right now?” He asked her in disbelief.

“I’m just saying, there were two people protecting the base, not just Tatta. Chishiya was there too. You’re not ripping his head off are you? No. You’re angry and you’re taking it out on Tatta. Leave him alone. He feels bad enough.” Kuina tried to keep her voice steady, but she was annoyed and it was getting to her.

Chishiya rubbed his thumb over your knuckled before pressing a small kiss to the back of your hand. “She’s right. If you’re going to blame Tatta, might as well throw some blame at me.”

Niragi huffed. “It doesn’t matter. We can’t make up 12,000 points with little 500-point battles.”

With a sigh, you got up and walked over to the base, ready to recharge.

Arisu slowly stood up and began walking towards the pole. “If I was Kyuma, what would I…” He trailed off as his hand hovered inches away from the pole. Then he smiled. “We have to attack their base.” He quickly grabbed your wirst, stopping you from touching the base.

“Fucking finaly.” Chishiya muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

“What?” Kuina asked in confusion, since Arisu had been so againt the idea before.

“If three of us get 30,000 points from their base. We can still win.” Arisu stated as he turned to face the group, still smiling.

“No we can’t, man. I was there when they attacked us. It’s impoosible. What makes you think we can pull it off?” Tatta asked, clearly not liking the idea.

“That’s just it. We have to stop being afraid. Believe in the plan.” Arisu replied, his smile never faded once though he did let go of your wrist, allowing you to walk back to your boyfriends and sit back down beside Chishiya.

“What are you talking about?” Kuina asked him in confusion.

“The difference between us and them is whether we let our fear stop us. We break free, and we push the fear out!” Arisu spoke as he walked closer to the group.

It was silent for a moment. You looked at Arisu with a cheeky grin on your face. “You just wanna see Kyuma again.” You spoke teasingly, causing Arisu to sigh at you but smiled softly.

“Nothing gets past your keen senses.” You were happy that he had joked back.

“You’ll invite us to the wedding right?” You asked him curiously.

Arisu chuckled and nodded his head. “Front row is all yours.”

“I can’t do it. It’s too risky.” Ugasi said, drawing Arisu’s attention to her. “I won’t throw our lives away like that.”

Chishiya rolled his eyes. “You all need to stop being so scared and sentimentlal. If we don’t go and atleast try, then we’re dead anyway. That’s it. At least this way we have a fighting chance.” Everyone turned to look at him.

Arisu walked over to you, Chishiya and Niragi. “Chishiya, you were right this entire time. We should have been taking risks but I woudn’t let us. That stops now. I’m sorry. If we want to win, we have to take risks. You’re my teammates and my friends. I don’t want any of us to die. But I would risk my life to able to save yours.”

“Well, I’m in.” Niragi said as he grabbed your and Chishiya’s hands, pulling you both up. “Not because of all this mushy shit. It’s more. I’m not the kind of guy to ever let fear get in my way.” The group smiled.

“Oh please, you just wanna see Kyuma’s ass one last time.” You spoke with a giggle before letting out a whine. Niragi had pulled your hair.

“Way to ruin the moment, baby girl.” Your taller boyfriend spoke.

Chishiya smirked beside you. “Read the room, sweetheart. It’s not Kyuma he wants to see. He needs his last few minutes with Arisu to make up and finally kiss.” That had the both of you and Kuina cackling.

Niragi sighed. “Why am I dating you two? Why am I friends with you?” He ran his hands over his face.

Arisu couldn’t help but let out a laugh as well. Watching the three of you was really entertaining. “Look, is we win, I’ll give you that kiss, Niragi.”

Niragi pulled a look of disgust. “Don’t even joke about that. No. Just don’t. What happened to teasing him about being in love with Kyuma? Pick on him, not me.”

“I want to win.” Usagi let out a small gasp before she spoke, cutting through the laughter, bringing you all back to reality. “I can’t stand aside. I want to win this.”

Kuina let out a sigh as she calmed down. “Then it’s settled. I can’t let you take all the glory.” She said looking at Niragi, causing him to chuckle.

“I..” Tatta was scared to go to the other base. It didn’t feel right.

“Tatta, you protect the base.” Arisu said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Tatta nodded. “Okay.”

“We need a plan.” You said.

“I have one.” Chishiya and Arisu spoke at the same time.

—-----

The group had decided to combined the plans. Usgai had lured away one of the King’s players. Tatta was staying at base. The rest of you emerged from different spots around the King’s base. All ready to run.

“Are you bored yet?” Kuina asked Kyuma and his team. “You must be craving some fun. You’re looking for a rush, aren’t you?”

“You know us so well. Isn’t that right, Arisu?” Kyuma spoke as he locked eyes with Arisu.

You coudn’t help but smile. “Gosh, you two would have been adorable together in another life.”

You watched as Kyuma and his team touched their base. It buzzed to life.

“It’ll never work.” Uta spoke as she looked at your all.

“We’d still like to try though.” You told her with a bright smile. Fear be damned.

“All set?!” Kuina asked.

“Uh-huh.”

You all took off running towards the pole. Kuina managed to dodge Maki’s attacks and caused him to pull away from the pole.

You and Arisu ran in syn straight at Kyuma and Kaito. Arisu reached out to touch the pole only for Kyuma to grab his wrist, causing an electic shock to to go through both men, knocking them to the men.

Kaito realised to late what was happening as you danced around his first attack only for him to touch your shoulder. You were both elecrocuted and fell to the ground.

As the two went down, Niragi distracted Uta, he had bit his lip enough to bleed before spitting the blood in her face, allowing, him and Chishiya to grab the pole. Chisiya had calmly walked though the chaos, with everyone distracted, it was easy for him to slip past with no issues.

‘The scores have been updated.’

“Yes!” Arisu shouted happily.

“Fuck yeah!” Niragi cheered as he cupped Chishiya’s face and kissing him deeply. The two pulled away after a few moments. Chishiya made his way over to you, quickly asking if you were okay.

“Niragi!” Arisu called out, causing him to run at Maki and electrocute himself and the male.

“Kuina!” Niragi shouting causing her to start running. However, Kuina didn’t make it to the pole as Maki had gotten up and kicked her to the ground.

Uta let out a laugh. “Congrats on 20,000! Too bade it’s not enough.” She grinned.

“Well done, Arisu.” Kyuma spoke, laying on his side, one hand supporting his head as he looked at Arisu. “You’re team had a good go. But your plan has failed you. You could get the remaining items, of course, but it won’t be enough.” Kyuma streched out and laid on his back.

“Oh my gosh! Just kiss already. You two are obsessed!” You stated, causing Kaito to chuckle from beside you.

“And we’re not giving you a chance to win now.” Uta added almost gleefully. “We’re guarding the base with everything we’ve got till time runs out. You better accept it.” She spoke as she leaned against the pole.

—-----

“I’m sorry.” Kuina spoke as she bowed to you all. “This is all my fault.”

You gently squeezed her hand. “Kuina, no one blames you.”

“We gave it all we had. The plan just wasn’t good enough. I’m sorry.” Arisu looked down in defeat.

“So… so, what? That’s it?” Nitagi asked. He turned to look at you as a small sob escaped you. You pulled you into his arms. “I’m not spending my last minutes here. Come on.” He held you close, one arms wrapped around your waist, the other grabbing Chishiya’s hand as the three of you walked away.

The three of you came to a pretty spot where you could see the water clearly. It was gorcous. The three of you sat together, Niragi on your left, Chishiya on your right. You were snugged up to Niragi’s side. Chishiya sat close, his hand in yours. You sat in silence for a while, ecvept for the sobs.

‘The King of Clubs team is now leading by 500 points.”

That had you all confused. “I guess they found an item.” You spoke quietly. “I can’t believe this, it. After everything we’ve been through. All the games. All the nights spent cuddling. All the shared stories and early morning swims in the pool. And it ends like this?” You asked with a frown. It hurt, it hurt your heart and broke it apart.

Neither male knew what to say, because they felt it too. Every moment had been a beautiful git to them. Only for the future to be ripped from right under them.

“You three really are adorable.” The three of you turned to see Kyuma stood not to far away, also looking at the ocean.

“Can you not right now?” Niragi asked as he blinked away his tears.

Chishiya sighed. “If you’re looking for Arisu, he’s probably doing something dumb.”

You licked your bottom lip. “He had just started to accept you both. God, and Kuina. What about her mum? What about our future together?” You asked.

Kyuma let out a sigh as he faced the three of you. “You shouldn’t regret what you havn’t experienced. Appreciate the time the three of you had together. Finding one person who completes and loves you is something not everyone gets. You three got lucky finding two people.”

The words hung in the air for a while.

“I love you both.” You said softly with a small smile. Tears still falling freely “I don’t regret anything. That first night together in my room, I’m so happy it happened. I’m so grateful you both decided to give us a chance.” You then gently kissed them both.

Niragi stroked your hair. “I’m glad I said yes. You two helped me to feel like more than just a monster. And I’m grateful that you both anoyed me into spending time with Kuina. She’s actually really cool.” He and Chishiya shared a kiss.

Chishiya squeezed your hand gently. “I’ve smiled with you two more here, in the Borderlands than I have in my whole life. If this is it. At least we go together, because I don’t want to live in a world where neither of you exist.”

The kisses have all been the same. Deep, passionate, full of love and want. Expressing all the thank yous, all the wants for the future. The kisses were a sealed promise to find each other in your next lives.

—-----

“You decided to come.” Kyuma’s voice came causing the three of you to turn, there stood Arisu.

“Something told me that I would find you here.” Arisu replied.

“Gosh, you two just always seem to find each other. Seriously though, when’s the wedding?” You asked, cusing Arisu to chucke.

Kyuma looked at the four of you in confusion. “Wedding?” He asked in amusement.

“Mhm, your and Arisu’s wedding. You were are a little too obsessed with each other. So your either going to kiss or kill each other.” You told him, causing the man to sowly nod.

“You have such a fun brain.” He told you, causing you to preen at the complement.

Arisu walked towards Kyuma. “I wanted to see if you might be waiting for me here.” He ignored your muttering comment of ‘they are so in love. You don’t just say that to people.’ However, he did turn to Chishiya. “Tatta is looking for you. You should go find him.”

That left the three of you in confusion. Though Chishiya caught the look in Arisu’s eyes. He stood up and walked away.

“The ocean is wide. That’s why we’re drawn to it. We want to commune with something bigger than we are.” Kyuma spoke as he looked back at the ocean.

Arisu walked closer to the edge, seeing the view. It was nice. Really nice. “You and your team beat us.” He looked down at his shoes.

Kyuma turned to him. “So, do you have any regrets?” He asked curiously.

Arisu nodded his hea lightly. “I’m a bit disappointed. Tell me Kyuma. I need to know the answer. Before I die.”

“You know I can’t.” Kyuma told him. “You’ve given up.”

“I thought you’d say that. Well, then…what about one last handshake before I go? What would you say to that?” Arisu asked.

“A handshake? The game isn’t over yet.” Kyuma stated. “If we shake hands now…” He trailed off, letting the unspoken linger in the air.

Niragi kissed your temple and got up. “I’m gonna go find Chishiya and Kuina. I’l bring them back here.” He said before walking off. It didn’t feel right not having you all together for your last moments.

“I finally realised something about myself, because of what you said. I should have been ready to listen. I should have waited for them to come to me. Let them know they could depend on me. And maybe we could’ve understood each other a little better then. I know we’re enemies. You’re my opponent. And I know it might seem like i’m being crazy. But I still want to say thank you.” Arisu took a step with every word he spoke, getting closer and closer to Kyuma.

“Thank you for helping me realize those things. I know that… I don’t have much time left to do anything else. I know I’m gonna die. So please, let me shake the hand of the one who showed me my true self.” Arisu smiled softly as he spoke.

Kyuma let out a sigh before nodding. “Alright. Since it’s my opponent’s dying wish. I’d be honored to grant it to you.” The male walked towards Arisu who smiled at him.

“Thank you, Kyuma.”

“Arisu. Getting to battle with you was a great pleasure.” Kyuma held his hand out.

Arisu took in a creath as he placed a hand in his pocket and shook Kyuma’s hand with his other.

‘The scores havebeen updated. The player team is leading by 500 points.’

“Oh my Gosh. Arisu.” You waked over to him. “How did you do that?”

“Tatta.” He told you as he took Tatta’s bracelet from his pocket. “It’s why I told Chishiya he was looking for him.”

You kissed his cheek and smiled. “Thank you, Arisu.” You then looked at Kyuma. “It was nice meeting you. Thank you for being a great King.” With that, you turned and ran to look for your boyfriends.

‘There is no time remaining. It is game over for the King of Clubs team, as they ended with fewer points.’

—-----

The blimp had fallen. You had won the game.

“Tatta are you alright? Hang on, Tatta!” Arisu spoke as knelt beside Tatta.

Chishiya sighed. “He’s lost way to much blood.”

Arisu didn’t want to accept that. “Tatta, please you have to hold on.”

“You see, when I try I can be great.” Tatta spoke. He was tired, he was in shock. He was glad the team had won but a part of him knew that he was dying. Chishiya had tried to help, but Tatta had lost too much blood by the time Chishiya had gotten to him. So Chishiya had focused on making him comfortable and taking to stop anymore blood lost.

“Yeah. You are great.” Arisu replied, smiling sadly at Tatta. “We won because of you Tatta. Thank you.” With that, Tatta was able to rest. His eyes closed and he took his final breath.

The group was devisated at the loss.

—-----

The group stood at the burial sight that had chosen for Tatta. A pole sticking out the the ground to show where he was. Arisu placed Tatta’s hat on the pole. Kuina placed some flowers on his grace.

“It’s a pretty view.” Kuina spoke as she took a step back. “This is a nice place to rest.”

“Yeah.” Usagi quietly agreed.

“We can’t let his death be for nothing. We need to keep going, to keep Tatta’s memory alive.”

“I’m grateful i’m alive, and it’s because of it. So, thank you.” Niragi tried to keep his voice low and quiet. But the group heard, no one said anything. But you and Chishiya squeezed his hands.

“We need to go.” Chishiya spoke. Causing Niragi to nod.

Kuina turned in confusion. “Where are we going?” She asked curiously.

“Kuina. You need to stay with Arisu and Usagi. Find Ann. Niragi and I promised Chishiya we’d play the Jack of Hearts game if it was still here once the King of Clubs game was complete. So that’s where the three of us are going.” You told her softly as the two of you walked over to each other.

“But we just found each other.” Kuina pouted slightly.

“I know. And we will again. In a game or in the cenrte. Where we were waiting for the games to start. Where the King of Spades started. Give it a day and we’ll all find each other again.” The two of you shared a teary hug before pulling away.

Kuina turned to the two males. “You two better look after my girl or i’ll kick your asses.” She said as hugged them both, they hugged her back.

As they hugged, you hugged Arisu and the Usagi. “Thank you for giving us a chance.”

Arisu nodded. “We’ll see you three in a day.” He said. “Good luck, be safe.”

Usagi gave you a small smile. “We’ll be waiting for you all.”

You walked back to your boys. Niragi wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close, his other arm went around Chishiya’s shoulders, allowing you and Chishiya to entwine your hands behind his back. The three of you walked, heading towards the next game. The Jack of Hearts.

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