idk what came over me i just whipped this up i was so angry

Capable [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Wow these angst prompts are already breaking my heart Hmm, I’m in a Jason mood so how about Jason with prompt number 3″
Requested by anon: “Could you do a batfam x reader with number 3 and 17 Like she’s a new vigilante and everyone is super overprotective (plus she’s dating Jason so he’s even extra protective)”

Prompt 3: “Despite what many think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
Prompt 17: “You’ll die and I can’t watch the person I love die.”

A/n: I think this is number foouur? Of the angst prompts? Idk but here it is. Hope you guys love it!

**By the way thank you @kamuithedragonlord for reading through this for me! You’re awesome!! <3


Your bike screeched as you quickly pulled it into the cave. Kicking the kick stand down and swinging your leg over when idle. Anger and frustration rushed through your nerves as you stormed farther into the cave. Hearing the roar of the batmobile and the other’s bikes not far away. You threw your biker helmet off along with tearing off your mask, doing so while hearing them all pull in behind you.

“[F/n]!” Jason yelled as he pulled his bike to a halt, pulling his hood off. Turning to him you growled, “GO TO HELL! All of you!” eyes turning to the rest of his family standing there.

“[F/n] will you just listen? Come on!” Jason rushed over and grabbed your arm in order to stop you from storming off any farther. Yanking your arm away you whipped around to look at him, “DON’T fucking touch me!” Spitting venom at him.

You are straight pissed. Having started helping Bruce and the others after you began to date Jason. You used to live in Central City where you were affected by the particle accelerator. The dark matter had heightened all of your senses making you an amazing fighter. You worked as a vigilante in Central City helping team Flash before moving to Gotham due to your normal job relocating you. Barry had talked with Bruce allowing your continuance as [s/h/n] in Gotham. You met Jason when you moved and you both hit it off, once learning of each other’s identities, he and his family became extremely protective. Which ended with them stepping on your toes. Something Barry and the rest never did in Central City.

This is why you’re so pissed. You had been tracking this drug trafficking ring for weeks, it was your mission, your information, your bust. But the moment you went to make a move the Batfamily swooped in and took the whole thing down, leaving you to hang out to dry. They took the entire thing over so fast you didn’t even to take down a single person.

Leading to the current situation to you glaring daggers at your boyfriend. “I don’t want to fucking talk about it Jason! That was my bust! My mission! And you all just hijacked it! I swear you make me feel inferior on purpose!” Screaming at him. Jason was taken aback, he had now idea this was how you felt.

“[F/n]” he said, taking a step toward you. “I swear if you take another fucking step closer to me” threatening as he stopped.

“[F/n] we weren’t meaning to make you feel inferior, we just were going to help.” Tim tried to explain their reasoning but you just shook your head, not bothering to make eye contact with him. “Tt, [L/n] it’s not like you could’ve handled that yourself anyway.” Damian crossed his and you shot a glare at him scoffing. “Last time I checked neither could you, you’re still training for a reason demon brat.”

“[F/n] we just didn’t want you to get hurt is all.” Jason tried to reason but it only made you feel worse. “Oh really? Because I don’t see you all running off to Bludhaven when Dick has a mission, or when you’re tracking down Black Mask. Despite what many think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself. And if you can’t see that then being here, being with you Jason, it was all a mistake. And I’m done making mistakes.” Growling before turning your back and walking out of the cave.

You felt angry tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you stormed up into the Manor. Pulling on a jacket to cover your suit you were about halfway out the front door before you felt a grip on your arm, making you stop midstep. “[F/n]” Looking back to see Jason.

“I’m sorry” he tugged your arm to make you face him. “I never wanted to make you feel inferior. I just worry about you. If you go out there and take this all on alone, you’ll die and I can’t watch the person I love die.” He cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away tears you hadn’t noticed were escaping your eyes. Though you were frozen because of his words, “You love me?”

Jason also realized what he said, allowing a smile to grace his face he nodded. “I do, I love you so much and that’s why I always want to step in, because if you ever got hurt when I could’ve prevented it, I couldn’t live with myself. I promise to not step on your toes anymore, just please, don’t leave me. I need you.” You could hear the strain in his voice. Just the thought of losing you made his heart clench in his chest.

Sniffling before letting out a sigh, “I love you too Jay.” He beamed before connecting his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “Want to get out of here?” he asked while pulling away to rest his forehead to yours. You nodded, whispering “Yeah, I’m tired.” Jason turned and grabbed is jacket from the coat rack, zipping it enough to hide the emblem in his chest. Taking your hand he leading you out of the manor and to his bike.

On the ride to your apartment he memorized the feeling of your arms around his waist and your head resting on his back. He allowed a small smile, thinking about how lucky he is. But also realizing how close he came to losing you tonight. That realization made him decide one thing, he will never allow himself to come that close to that line ever again. 

The School Play (Daveed x Reader)

A/N: I have been facing writers block and a lack of motivation. This isn’t the best but I feel kinda okay about it so I hope you enjoy! Also im gonna try to upload weekly, so make sure to send me requests and again sorry if it sucks its 3 am lol

TW: bad words…idk if there’s anything else but if there is let me know!

W/C: 945

You had always been a pretty shy and reserved person. The only time that wasn’t entirely true was when you were around your best friend, Daveed Diggs. He always brought the most courageous side out of you. He had gotten you to do some crazy things in the past, but this had been the craziest thing by far. He made you audition for a play with him, and here was the craziest part: you two got important roles. Not only did you get big roles, but your characters had to kiss.

Now, this wouldn’t really be too big of a problem if it wasn’t for a few issues.

1.)  You had never had your first kiss.

2.)  You had always had this tiny inkling of a crush on Daveed because, I mean, look at him.

Daveed was absolutely gorgeous. His pearly white smile could light up all of New York City. His soft curls seemed to go on for miles. His laugh and voice sounded like music to your ears. He was everything you wanted in a boyfriend. It’s not that you thought you were ugly; you knew you were beautiful. The problem was that every girl in school had a crush on Daveed, and you had watched every single girl swoon over him while he just shrugged them off. You two had become very close, and you became his confidant when it came to relationships, not that he had been in many to begin with. He would go on a few dates, but he never really stayed with a girl for too long which you never understood…

The rehearsals for the play had been going on for weeks, but you hadn’t kissed Daveed yet as your director had told you to just skip it. It was now opening night, and you were in your costume waiting for the play to start, visibly freaking out. You loved acting and theater so being front of an audience wasn’t a problem for you. The problem was that you were about to have your first kiss in front of an audience with your best friend who you couldn’t let yourself have feelings for because he’d never feel the same way.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…” you mumbled under your breath, as you paced around backstage.

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Daveed, smiling at you.

“Are you ready?”

“Me? Ready? Of course not.” He laughed at your response and you fought the urge to kiss him right there on the spot.

“Daveed, there’s a problem.” You said, staring at the ground.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes filled with concern.

“Okay, look. This is a little embarrassing but I haven’t exactly had my first kiss yet…” you responded, still facing the ground.


“Wow?” you asked, slightly offended.

“No, no, no, I didn’t mean that in a bad way… it’s just that… I can’t believe you haven’t had your first kiss yet.”

“Well, you better believe it because it’s true and now I’m terrified because I don’t want my first kiss to be so public.”

Daveed thought for a second until his face lit up when he thought of something. He carefully looked around to make sure no one was around and then put your hands in his. You looked up at him, confused.

“Okay consider this: what if I kissed you right now? Your first kiss would be with someone you trust, and it wouldn’t be in front of a hundred people.” He said, searching your face for a reaction.

“I don’t know, Daveed… I don’t want to make you kiss me more than you have to…”

“God, (Y/N), you really are oblivious.” You whipped your head up to look at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve literally liked you since kindergarten. I’ve spent all of this time pining over you, and you have just refused to notice it. Why do you think I haven’t ever had more than 3 dates with a girl? Why do you think I asked you to audition for this play with me? (Y/N)… I have known from the moment I met you that first day in kindergarten that you’re special, which I’m now realizing sounds super lame and cliché but oh well. You’re beautiful and smart and funny and charming and talented and I know you might not feel the same way, but I just had to get this off my chest.”

You had to take a second to process what he said because he had raced through all of it.

“So you’re telling me… I could have had my first kiss forever ago?”  Daveed rolled his eyes at you and smiled.

“I confess my love for you, and you’re worried about that?”

He held your chin up with his hand and moved closer to you slowly until his lips ghosted over yours. He slowly started pressing his lips harder against yours and your lips moved in sync as if you had done this with him before. He pulled away, but kept his forehead against yours.

“How’d I do for my first time, D?” you said your eyes still closed as you breathed in his scent.

“You could use some work,” he said, causing your eyes to widen and you started to get angry. Before you could punch him, he continued, “I guess I’ll have to give you some private lessons.” He finished, smirking.

“Do I recall that you said you confessed your love?” you said with a shit-eating grin.

Suddenly, Daveed’s cheeks heated up, and he was lost for words.

“I love you, too, Diggs” you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his.

anonymous asked:

do you have any drarry recs?

thank you for this ask!!!! as it so happens, yes, i do. i’m a bit frustrated, because i feel like a lot of my favorites aren’t here, but i guess i can work more on this list later. i hope you enjoy them as much as me.

bolded with an asterisk are my favorites. super favorites are bolded with an asterisk and capslocked. not all of them have warnings, only some. i spared you guys the darkest, most fucked up ones, since i know they’re not for everyone. also: the majority of these would probably be rated R/NC-17. total of recs: 79.

fics under the cut. this is pretty big. last updated: march 15th

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Negan / Punishment

Your name: submit What is this?

“(Y/N)! My favorite little slut.” the familiar, gravely voice called out, echoing throughout the entire cafeteria.

Your heart stopped, your body freezing in place. Shit.

Before you could do anything, two strong hands wrapped around your waist, and you were pulled close to him. You didn’t have to look to see who it was. The voice, the vulgarity, the aggressiveness - it was Negan. Lately, you haven’t been able to stand him. You knew he was a rough guy with an “everything is mine”, absolutely psychotic mentality, but he had been ruthless for the past week. He was incredibly rough, forceful, and degrading during sex, and he was possessive, dominant, and controlling in every other aspect of your life.

You could hear him breathe in sharply, inhaling your scent. You shuttered at the sound. “Wearing the new perfume I got you?” You could practically hear him grinning.

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Loosely based on Justin Bieber’s single ‘Sorry’; here is part three to my two part text au “I’m still in love with my ex”. Enjoy, like and follow please!!!!

If you missed the text au, click below.

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prncsspeachy  asked:

Hi! :) (This is more of a question, but since you'd like a scenario, maybe you can write it out like one? Idk sorry) What would Rapmon do if he came in on you crying in your room bc you feel bad about your body that doesn't look like all the girls in the magazines? // Also I love your blog, keep it up!! <3

Oh yes, I can definitely make this into a scenario for you! ;)


Namjoon stealthily opened the door to your house and crept inside. He was planning on surprising you by coming earlier than expected due to his photo-shoot ending early. He smiled to himself as he imagined the look on your face when you saw him.

Unable to find you in the living room or kitchen Namjoon then heard a sound from your bedroom. He quickly walked over, pushing the door open with a joyous: “Honey, I’m home!”

The look he saw on your face as your head whipped around from where you were sitting on the floor was not the one he expected. There was surprise, alright, but there was no smile, no joy at seeing him here. Instead he was greeted by the sight of your tears, your eyes red and puffy as if though you’d been crying for a while.

You immediately tried to wipe the tears away and stop the sobs but before you managed to do much Namjoon was by your side on the floor, concern plain on his face.

“What’s wrong, jagi? Did something happen? Are you okay?”

As Namjoon flooded you with questions you couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, they began flowing freely again and you hid your face in your hands.

“I… I’m sorry… Namjoon…” You said between sobs, shoulders shaking slightly. “I know I’m not… pretty enough… for you… and I can’t… look like all those… model girls… so…”

It was then that Namjoon noticed the magazines on the floor next to you. All of them had pictures of unnaturally skinny, pretty girls who had probably been photoshopped to no end. You didn’t seem to care, though. You kept blabbering on, voice coming out muffled through your hands and your sobs, about how you weren’t as pretty as all the girls around him, how you could never have a body like theirs and how he could go get a better girlfriend if he wanted because you weren’t good enough for a star like him.

“______!” Namjoon said sharply once the shock of what was happening let him speak.

You stopped talking and looked up, still sobbing. Namjoon had never snapped at you before, in fact you rarely heard him sound angry at all. The surprise was big enough to make you freeze when you looked at his face and saw that he hadn’t just said that to get your attention, he looked really angry. His brows were knitted together and his mouth set in a firm frown, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Did someone say something to make you think that?” He asked, knowing that sometimes comments online about him and his group were harsh and you were a sensitive person.

You shook your head. You’d just been looking at the magazines and… well, it was just one of those days where you didn’t feel in any way pretty and you’d started thinking that Namjoon would probably look great with one of these pretty model girls rather than you. Even if you worked out like a maniac you’d never have a body like that. Plus, he had thousands of fans who were all prettier than you probably and…

“Well, stop thinking it!” Namjoon’s stern tone brought you out of your second downwards spiral, making you jump.

“______,” His features softened a bit and he put a warm hand on your cheek, “don’t be silly. Even if those magazine models weren’t photoshopped like crazy I still wouldn’t want any of them over you. Just look at you, you’re more beautiful than all of them put together.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down onto Namjoon’s hand. “Don’t just say things you think will make me feel better.” You chided, not wanting to hear empty words just now.

“I’m not.” Namjoon stated firmly. He took your face in both hands now and had you look directly at him.

“______, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Not those girls in the magazines, you. I don’t care how skinny they are or how cute and pretty and perfectly shaped, none of them can hold a candle to you. I love your body exactly the way it is, with all its beautiful curves and its own perfect shape. I won’t ever leave you for some random model girl no matter what she looks like because I love the way you look and I can’t imagine a more perfect girl.”

You’d tried to interrupt at some point during his speech but Namjoon had simply put his thumb against your lips, silencing you. You were still crying but now it wasn’t because of the magazine girls, it was because you couldn’t believe you’d been so lucky as to get this wonderful guy to like you.

Namjoon smiled, pulling you in for a soft, tear soaked kiss.

Once he pulled away he added; “Besides, do you know what a boring personality those girls have? I’d much rather have your silly jokes and good conversations than vague idiots who can’t talk about anything other than fashion and makeup.”

You laughed at his final comment, feeling infinitely better. How he had managed it you weren’t sure but you truly felt okay with your body for the moment. Who would want to be a pretty, skinny girl if you couldn’t have Namjoon at the same time?

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anonymous asked:

“im a bartender and you just came in here without shoes sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is and im scared to ask” au for Bellarke. I love your writing, and your blog is BEAUTIFUL.

Thank you so much! This was a fun one to write, hope you enjoy :)

It was a fairly empty night when the blonde strolled in, bare feet padding against the floor as she mumbled to herself and plopped down on a bar stool. She was hard to ignore, Bellamy realized, not only because she held a sort of wild beauty, but also because she walked in with no shoes, a tear in her shirt that was clearly not purposeful, and the sort of angry eyes that Bellamy liked to keep an eye on just for the sake of his other customers.

“What can I do for you?” Bellamy questioned, throwing the towel he had been wiping the bar down with over his shoulder.

“Chocolate Volcano,” she ordered, her face clear and determined. Bellamy had no idea what she was talking about, but the steely eyes she was staring at him with made him contemplate death rather than admit his obliviousness. “You don’t know how to make it, do you?” she grumbled. “Jesus, where’s Wick when you need him.”

“He’s not working tonight,” Bellamy provided helplessly. Clarke rolled her eyes, leaning forward and pointing with an elongated finger to something behind him.

“No shit,” she replied. “The directions are on the notecard.”

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anonymous asked:

hey beauty, your writing is fucking amazing omfg i cant. I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of One of the boys (preferably Mikey or Ash but idc) being like really really dominant and it's like too much for you to handle and you get overwhelmed and have to use a safe word and start to freak out?

OMg KK bro

so lets do ashton and let’s imagine that you’ve been dating for ages and you’ve always been really open and both always getting into heaps of kinks, like, it would’ve started one night when you were like just hanging out together and you would’ve been sitting on his lap and with your hands through his hair making out with him. And he would have both his hands on your hips and normally you would’ve gotten really quickly into the heated stuff and be taking off each others clothes, but this day it was slow travelling. And because you’d just been casually making out for so long, Ashton would sort of have forgotten like where he really was and he would’ve completely just gotten lost in the kiss. So then when it did actually get a little bit faster paced, he would subconsciously like dig his fingers into your skin and be like pulling your pelvis into his and you’d think, okay, so he’s being a little bit more aggressive than usual, you can handle that, that’s okay.

But then he’d start mumbling all this crap, with his eyes still closed and still kissing you and now one hand would be snuck around and really squeezing your ass, like, ‘oh baby, you’re such a naughty girl,’ and then you’d like back away in shock because he would’ve never said anything like that before so you’d like full on blush and he’d kinda snap out of his trance and be like, ‘what the fuck did i just say?’ and then you’d both freeze for a second and then you’d bite your lip and laugh and ashton’s face would be bright red and you’d feel bad because he was embarrassed so you’d just quickly cover up like, 'you haven’t even begun to see me be a naughty girl,’ and he’d like inhale really deeply and he’d still be kind of unsure like does this mean you’re all for it or what, and you’d say something else so he would get the hint you’re keen and you’d like whisper in his ear, 'but maybe you should punish me so that I’m not bad again.’

And after that he was just fucking you senseless and holy crap, you had no idea that boy had such a mouth on him. And then after that night, you two had just changed from being the cute little sensual sex couple and all the time you would have to be trying out new scenarios. Like, you would do the teacher/student thing and boss/employee and masseuse/client and omf idk like you’d just both get so heavily into the roles and it would be amazing, and then after each time he would have to be really really lovely to remind you that he loved you. Like, he’d always cuddle you from behind and kiss your head and be super cute like, 'you’re so beautiful, baby, I’m so lucky to have you,’ and all that 

So, like, all this time you kind of knew in the back of your head that eventually ash would want to do like bondage or something along the lines of that, and it’s not that you didn’t want to do it, but you were worried you might accidentally freak out bc there was something about being restrained or in confined areas or anything like that that always made you panic. That’s just the person that you were. 

So then one night, you would’ve already pre-decided that you were gonna do the whole cop thing, and Ashton would walk in the room and be like, 'Stick em up,’ and you’d giggle kind of because he actually looked adorable wearing a fake police outfit and holding a fake gun and he’d yell back super angry like, 'don’t fucking laugh at me, sweet heart, do you know who I am?’ and you’d be like oh shit and he’d walk over and sit on the bed and omg he’d force you to strip in front of him and you being the teasing girl you are kind of made it into a strip show/lap dance thing and he literally would’ve gotten so entranced by it, he would’ve just shoved his hand down his pants and just been like pumping himself while he watching you prance around him and like bend over in front of him in your underwear. And like all of a sudden out of bloody nowhere, he’d switch back into action and start booming his voice like, ‘bend over my legs, now,’ and you’d be blinking your eyelashes and like, 'yes, sir,’ and omG HE’D SPANK the SHIT OUT OF YOU, and then he’d run his fingers over your pussy through your panties while you were still laying out on his lap AND YOU’D BE S O WET LIKEM OMOGMJJREU…..

And idk he’d be a dickhead officer and get all patronising and like, ‘damn, love, you’re so wet, aren’t you? you make me wanna have a taste,’ and he’d pull your panties off and bring his tongue to your clit, but then he’d be like, ‘hmm, I don’t think you deserve this, considering you’re breaking the law with all this indecent exposure,’ and wtffffffffffff you’d be so annoyed and you’d be begging like, 'please, please, please, touch me, ash,’ and he’d be spitting like, 'excuse me? You don’t address me with my first name, get on the fucking bed.’

omg So then he’d whip out his hand cuffs and like tack you to the bed head and you’d be a little concerned and considering saying something because you didn’t really like the idea of being attached and not able to move, but you’d think like, nah it’s okay you can handle it, you’ll be fine. And you’d go along with it, and then ashton would move to get on the other side of you or something but he’d brush his hand over your centre *purposely or accidental; we will never know* and you would DIE AND WHIMPER SO LOUD, and then he’d laugh deeply and be like, 'maybe we need something to shut you up,’ and he’d grab some masking tape and at this point you were so close to speaking up and being like, ‘ashton I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this,’ but then you’d quickly think it over and be like, no no it’s okay, ashton will look after me, it’s okay because he’s here with me. So there you are with your hands cuffed up above your head and masking tape covering your mouth 

And then Ashton sees that you’re so horny and you’re like trying to rub yourself on the bed to get any friction and he loves that you’re squirming so much so he puts his hand on your thigh momentarily and all calm like, 'I’m think I’m just gonna go get something to eat, I’ll be back in a sec,’ AND HE GOES OUT THE ROOM AND THEN SHIT GETS REAL. LIKE, YOU’RE LIKE, HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK. AND YOU START FREAKING OUT AND normally you’re okay with being completely vulnerable but only when ashton is there because you know he will take care of you and you just felt so like restricted and it was too scary without him there and you’d be freaking out and it was like double as difficult to breathe because you could only get air in and out your nostrils and by the time he came back you’d have tears running down your face and your chest would be rising and falling rapidly and you’d look like a mess 

and as soon as he saw you, he would know immediately that you were not okay and this was not part of the act and he’d rush over and tear off the tape and be saying shit really quickly like, 'fuck, fuck, baby, i’m so sorry, shit, I didn’t mean to make you upset, are you hurt? or are you just scared? fuck, I swear I didn’t intend for this,’ and he’d get you out the cuffs and you’d instantly just wrap your arms around him and turn into a blubbering mess and he’d hold you close and be like, 'i’m so fucking sorry, [y/n], I shouldn’t have tied you up, I’m sorry, and God, I’m so sorry for leaving you, baby, please, I’m so fucking stupid.’

And it would be a while until you calmed down and you’d just have to explain and be like, 'it’s not your fault, I just, I don’t know, I freak out when I’m like confined or restrained at all,’ and he’d be all hushed like, 'honey, why didn’t you say something earlier then?’ and you’d just shrug and be completely honest like, 'I was going fine until you left.' 

Poor ash would feel terrible and then you’d just cuddle for the rest of the night and he’d probably run a shower or a bath and you’d have some romantic lovey dovey sex instead for the night and he’d promise never to tie you up or leave you again and he’d make you promise that you would speak up whenever you’re even the slightest uncomfortable :) 


[squeeful wanted Steve washing Tony’s hair, but it went rather awry somewhere in the middle and I also got suddenly assaulted by an awful headache, so I’m quickly posting this before I go to sleep.]

“Pigeon crap,” Tony said for the nth time, his voice filled with disgust.

Steve was trying hard to keep a sympathetic frown on his face, even though it was a battle he was rapidly losing. The sight of Tony, agitated and almost completely covered in the offending substance, threatened to make him break out into a huge grin. But he knew, if he laughed now, Tony was going to make him suffer for it in some way. Possibly by having to clean away the… residues.

“Pigeon crap,” Tony repeated again, clonking over to one of the armour cleaning and removal stations. “Why, of all things, did we need a supervillain that attacks with bird droppings?”

“Well, it was rather effective,” Steve tried, shrugging a little.

Tony whipped around and – yes, there it was, the offended, vindictive glare. Steve had said the wrong thing. Of course.

“Pigeon crap just incapacitated my suit and all you have to say is ‘rather effective’?” Tony all but shouted. “The joints are broken, the electronics are frizzed, I can trash it! Do you think-”

His voice broke, and Steve could see tears glittering in Tony’s eyes before he turned around and started tearing off bits and pieces of his armour, throwing them on the floor violently. Quite a few parts bounced off or skittered on the floor, splattering the droppings they were covered in everywhere. But Tony, right now, didn’t care. 

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