#he was rotting alive but i wanted him to go bc i could not take the smell anymore

[hippiecana]

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#personal #maybe some tw #so #my future husband and me had to take care of his grandpa #no one else in the family wanted to help konda situation #when he broke his hip he never walked again #and ot was downhill form there #long story short it was a nightmare for all three of us #he forgetting and making stuff up #and forgetting that he cant walk #vs us putting up with tantrums confusion and constant picking him up from the floor #i could not even look for job bc i had to make shure every half an hour that hes safe and not eating his own poop #he died a few days ago #1.5 year was a nightmare #his last month was hell #i wished everyday for him to go #mostly from egoistic points #i could not hear his screams for much longer #he was rotting alive but i wanted him to go bc i could not take the smell anymore #and i thought this will liberate me #his funnersl is tommorow and i feel i am breaking apart #not bc i miss him or anything #i trully did not liked that guy and i only wanted to help my fiance #but i still wanted to do my job and take good care of his grandpa with him #and i cant stop feeling that i made his last days awful (he did not wanted to eat so i forcefeed him and did the same with the pills) #and that i sucked at my job #and for some reason too i feel im not needed anymore #and thoughts of dissapearing from the living world came back to my head strong and loud #delete later

[shinynewboots]

Listen to your Heart: Adam x pregnant!reader

AN: Lol I enjoyed writing this wonderful prompt for @madmiriam! I wasn't sure exactly what direction I wanted to take with this but fluff felt the most appropriate (lol all it takes is one comment though for me to write a pt 2 with smut bc I lowkey can see the vision now). I hope y'all enjoy! The prompt kept getting away from me so I tried to reel it in as much as I could so please bear with me lol

Warnings/tags: Pregnancy, reader's death/graphic details (backstory), cursing, guilt, sickeningly sweet fluff, slice of life, no beta we die like Adam

Note: S1 and S2 refer to the heart sounds heard in a normal cardiac cycle (think lub, dub).

You had never given much thought to how your second "life" would turn out. Avoiding exorcists on extermination day? Sure, that was to be expected. Working the same job you had worked when you were alive? Eh, that made sense, the hospital you worked at when you were alive was basically hell on earth most days.

Falling pregnant with a fallen angel's baby? Absolutely not.

You had freaked out a bit at first when you found out. You had been a doctor for fuck's sake. You should have been smarter. Except for the whole "being dead thing", which you assumed meant reproduction was off the table. Which it was, in most cases. Except for—

"Angelic Sperm," Adam said when you told him you were pregnant.

"What?" Of all the things you had expected him to say, this was not it. You had expected him to grow angry or childish, as you had known him prone to doing.

"Angelic Sperm." He repeated again, giving you a curious look.

"Adam you can repeat that all you want but that doesn't mean I know what you're talking about."

"Angelic Sperm. I think that's the only way for a sinner to get pregnant in hell. I mean, think about it, Princess of Hell is technically half-angel, half-sinner. And you've got sinners fucking all the time without getting knocked up. Come on, Y/N, weren't you a doctor?"

Adam scratched his head in contemplation, taking in this new information. You looked over at him in anger.

"I tell you I'm pregnant and all you can talk about is sperm?"

Adam looks over at you, a calm look on his face. He takes you into his arms, more gently than he ever had, and pulled you close to him. He kissed the top of your heard, his lips lingering far longer than they normally would.

"I'm so fucking excited, Y/N."

And so now you found yourself 5 months pregnant in Hell. You had begun to wear baggy clothes to not show your swollen stomach. You couldn't imagine what some sinners or overlords would do if they found out there was actually a way to get pregnant in an otherwise barren wasteland.

Adam had been very attentive to you in your pregnant state. You still had to work at the local hospital, trying to get in as many shifts as possible before the birth. When you'd gotten of work, Adam would always have some kind of food craving awaiting you, and together you would rot on the couch until it was time for bed and the day to start all over again.

There was one such time of rotting that you had found yourself lying on the couch beside Adam, on of his hands dropped across your waist and a hand lightly holding your baby. Baby, which Adam had begun to affectionately call "Little Hellion", was kicking happily in against your bladder.

You grimaced at the sensation, your body tensing against Adam. Sensing your discomfort, he kissed your forehead and pulled you tight. "Living up to your name, Hellion."

"They get it from their dad," You replied, your breath becoming more even as Hellion decided to turn their kicking attention elsewhere. Adam rubbed circles around your stomach, which seemed to appease Hellion.

"What are we going to do about after? I can't even imagine trying to raise a child in Hell, constantly on edge even more than usual." You finally asked, a question burning in the pit of your stomach for months. Hell was no place for a child. Would the baby even age? Sinners stopped aging from the moment they died. The Princess of Hell aged, though slower than a human would, but you didn't know what that meant for your baby. And other sinners would notice if they aged. Questions would be asked...questions that would be dangerous to answer.

Adam sighed and ran a hand through his soft, brown hair. "I've been thinking about that too. I think we need to go to the hotel."

You turned to look at him, your brow furrowed. "The Hazbin Hotel? Where you got fucking murdered?"

Adam laughed without humor. "Fucking insane right? And it's such a lame-ass place. But, I have to think about my family. You and Hellion are my family now, Y/N."

Warmth spread throughout your chest, Adam's confession taking you by surprise. He was rarely so vulnerable with you, mostly choosing to hide behind his mask of bravado and masculinity. You smiled at him. Hellion seemed to approve of his words as well because you received a sharp kick in your side.

"I think we should try and see if Hell Princess' redemption plans are even worth a shit. And even if they aren't, she, or Hell forbid fucking Lucifer, might have a better shot at getting in contact with Heaven than I do."

"Heaven? You want us to try and get into Heaven?" You shivered at the thought. You felt...dirty. Unclean. Unworthy of redemption. You had been sent to Hell for a reason and felt you would always serve your sentence.

"We have to try everything, Y/N. I...I have to try everything." Adam looked desperate, his golden eyes shimmering in a way you had never seen.

Adam kissed your forehead and continued rubbing circles around your stomach. He began to softly sing a Rolling Stones song you couldn't remember the name of.

And that was how you found yourself at the front door of the Hazbin Hotel, face-to-face with Lucifer of all people.

"Ooh, not sure if there are any rooms left in the inn. Might have you stay in the stables. I'm sure we have a manger or two for your convenience."

"I'm sorry, are you seriously making a Jesus joke right now?" You deadpanned as you stared at the King of Hell with an unamused expression. You had a hand on your stomach and you could feel Adam tense beside you.

"Get the fuck out of our way, Morningstar, your kid told us she would meet us here."

"Daddd!" Charlie yelled, running closer to the group at the front door. "I told you to let me answer the door!"

Lucifer at least had the grace to look sheepish. He moved behind Charlie, who happily welcomed you and Adam inside.

She grinned at you as she led you both to your room. "Congratulations by the way! So sorry about my dad, he always likes to try and push Adam's buttons."

"Fucking pussy," Adam muttered. You shot him a glare. "Stay away from him as much as you can."

"And ugh, Congratulations by the way! Adam told me all about it when he came to meet with me about you both joining the hotel! This is so exciting! And we have so many crafts and exercises and —"

"Hey, one fucking step at at time, Princess." Adam interrupted, sensing you tense at Charlie's words.

Charlie nodded and looked at you apologetically. "Sorry, I just get a little over-excited! We are so happy to have you here."

You smiled up at her softly. "We really appreciate you for letting us come to the hotel."

*

That night, you both lay in bed in your new home as you began your paths of redemption. Your head was on Adam's chest and you listened to the constant beat of his heart. Listening to the beat of the heart or pulse had always had a calming effect on you, even when alive. S1, S2, S1, S2, S1, S2

"Adam what if you get redeemed, and I—I don't. And I ruin everything. I don't deserve to be in Heaven."

"Why would fucking think that, Y/N. You deserve it more than anyone I know." He asked, his voice full of surprise.

"Because I killed someone!" You exclaimed, tears rolling down your eyes. "I was stupid and I killed someone and now I am meant to rot in Hell for all eternity. And I've damned our kid to this."

Adam wiped one of the tears that had begun to roll down your cheek. "And you don't think I have? Do you know how many sinners I've killed? Happily?"

"Adam, it's different."

"Try me."

You swallowed hard. "I was coming off of a 24-hour shift at the hospital. I was so tired. So fucking tired. And I knew better than to drive home. But my apartment was just 20 minutes away. And I thought it would be okay. I could have slept for an hour or two in the on-call room but I was so ready to get home."

Tears began streaming down your face at full force. Adam pulled you closer, surprisingly silent. "And then I fell asleep behind the wheel. I was only a mile from my house. I crashed into another car that had a mom and her kid in it. They died on impact. I was still alive, just barely, and bled out in my car before EMS could arrive."

"Y/N, you made a mistake. Fuck, I've made even more than that, definitely worse too."

"I just don't think I'm worthy of heaven."

Adam kissed your forehead and continued to hold you close. "Most of those fuckers who make it to Heaven aren't worth even half of you. You deserve Heaven. Shit, you owe it to yourself and Hellion to try."

"I'm just so scared Adam."

"I know. But we will take this one step at a time. Trust me, babe." He put a hand on your stomach. That had been one of his favorite things to do since the early days of your pregnancy. And Hellion seemed to know when their father was near, as you would get what you assumed were happy kicks in the direction of Adam's hand.

You nodded, cuddling in closer to him. One of his wings furled around you, creating a blanket for you and Hellion. You felt safe; warm. More so than you could remember feeling in a long time.

Everything would work itself out. And you and Adam would be redeemed just in time for Hellion to be born inside the pearly gates.

You found yourself focusing on Adam's heart once more.

S1, S2, S1, S2, S1, S2

Everything would be okay. It had to be.

#hazbin hotel reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fandom #habzin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam x pregnant reader #pregnant #fanfiction #hazbin adam x reader #adam x reader

[dearest-painter]

No she’s MY daughter PT.2

Summary: Y/N Drew is the adopted daughter of Jessica drew as a 6 soccer year old girl. What she doesn’t know is that she looks a bit to familiar to her mom’s boss, in his eyes she’s the reincarnation of his dead daughter. When Y/N and her friends have to help an anomaly stay alive it reveals that more people want her as family.

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is basically Gabriella O’Hara aka Miguel’s dead daughter but you can change your looks just some things will look like Gabriella,Reader is a soccer player which is based off of my experience,Reader is 6 years old so no romance bc duh,very out of character characters,this is a series,Her mama brought her to a chase,Reader is BFFS with Pavitr,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.1 PT.3

You’ve been waiting for your mama for so long that coloring became so boring! “Miss Lyla, if your an AI can you tell me where my mama is please?” “I can try kid!” You smiled as she began looking for your mama, you’ve seen Miguel every so often asking if your hungry or thirsty..he’s sorta scary in your eyes as the dark room doesn’t help with his skull spider logo. He’s the same height as your dad so that made you less scared of him…sorta. “Okay kid, your mom is coming with some other people”

You nodded your head then started move your ankles in a circle motion at different times as your shoes were getting annoying so you then decided to just untie them to loosen them up. “Much better!..what to do is the question…” you made a ‘tch’ sound multiple times as you thought, steal from Miguel since in Hobie’s words ‘Big man don’t need it, he already got to much power’ or something like that, take a nap, or fix the little gizmo in your pocket…fixing the gizmo it is! You took the gizmo out and your double sided screwdriver (basically it can come out of the holder and it has a different screwdriver head on the other side). The gizmo is just a little robot fella named Gizmo.

Lyla watched as she secretly recorded it as she liked to see you happy. “There’s my girl!” “Mama!” You stopped and ran to hug your mama’s legs which you did! You then hugged Hobie which he hugged back then Gwen but you stopped at the new guy. “What’s your name? I like your outfit!” “Thanks! I’m Miles Morales!” You smiled and held your hand out to be nice. “Y/N Drew!” Miles shook your hand then looked at your mother then at you as he didn’t know what to say next. You looked around to see Pavitr as you missed your best friend.

“Where’s Pavy?” “Pavitr is busy but don’t worry, you two will see each other soon” “Yay!” You jumped a bit not paying attention to the conversation that’s currently happening between Miles and Miguel. “Don’t blame him! He had a bad teacher!” “Peter!” “Hey!” “You have a baby!” “I have a baby!” You smiled as you held Mayday as you two giggled, she then wanted to go to the wall so you walked to the wall and she started crawling on it. Miguel was say something in Spanish but you didn’t understand as you giggled seeing Mayday run or crawl away from her dad.

Jessica smiled as she knew you’ll be a great big sister with the way you take care of Mayday, your baby sibling will be so glad to have you as a big sister. Her and her husband always loved the way you ramble about how your going to protect and annoy your baby sibling as it seemed so adorable. Miguel looked over a bit to see you and Mayday playing together and laughing in joy.

He smiled a bit as it was a cute sight to see his daughter playing with a toddler. He knew Lyla was recording with the way she was squealing silently in joy so that no one payed attention to her. He wish he could take you home right now so you’ll be safe and far away from all these annoying assholes as you don’t need to be around all of these people as they’ll rot your brain.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere x female reader #fem reader #female reader #no she’s my daughter series #no romantic relationships #no romance #part 2 of many #Gabriella!Reader #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse

[lackablazeical]

Alright, I was up all night figuring this AU out because I’m new to it and it seems interesting. But, I do have some questions.

- What if Usagi was broken enough to actually take his own life? Would Leo attempt to stop him before it actually works? Or what would happen if Leo was too late to save Usagi?

- If it was possible, how would Raph react if he lost Mrs. Cuddles one day?

- Did Mikey get hurt enough one day to the point he was unconscious for more than a few days? How did his brothers react to it?

I DESPERATELY NEED TO KNOW, THIS AU IS KILLING ME MAN 😭

Glad you love it!!!! Hopefully you didn't use too much mental power, lol! Sleep is important!

Okay, now questions (good questions, at that):

- Leo absolutely would attempt to stop him. In the Canon of later years, Usagi is actually on a sort of 'watch' system incase he does try to hurt himself. Typically this involves Leo being around him, but if Leo isn't avaliable, it is usually Shelldon who will make sure Usagi doesn't SH or something similar. Leo would absolutely restrain Usagi or keep Usagi alive/conscious, he wants Usagi to last as long as possible.

If Leo was too late, and Usagi died, Leo would just become a husk of himself. He would become depressed, withdrawn, etc. He'd lash out as well, likely to Usagi's brothers specifically. If Usagi dies, Leo isn't keeping Ken and Ishi around. I can imagine that when Usagi dies, Leo refuses to let go of the body for just. Days/weeks, and only let's go bc he's so dehydrated and hungry that he can't fight Donnie pulling the, ya know, Rotting Corpse out of his arms.

- Lose his complete and utter shit. The entire Lair is getting torn apart looking for her until she's found or they can make/find a new one.

- I could see that happening 100%, though it hasn't happened in anything canon. Probably just a nice mini-coma after a week long bender or something, or a pretty hard fight in the nexus.

Leo would absolutely not want to leave Mikey alone. He'd be attached to Mikey's side and waiting like a pathetic soggy cat for him to wake up. Leo would be just so sad bc he misses his little brother :( Donnie wouldn't really LIKE the fact Leo would always be jostling/moving Mikey, but he also can't really STOP him sooooo. He picks his battles.

Donnie would just be in medical mode first, angry protective big brother second. Taking care and making sure he's stable, any injuries he has stay clean and wrapped, etc etc. The second Mikey wakes back up he's getting beaten with a belt tho, for making Donnie WORRY and also wasting his IV DRIPS

Raph would just wanna lurk and be around Mikey when possible, may leave one of his lesser stuffies with him. Probably also the one having to peel Leo off of Mikey if Donnie needs to do something that requires Leo keeps his personal space, lmao. Raph just stays close and spends time with Mike, even after he wakes up, just to make sure he feels better.

THE AU IS KILLING YOU? GOOD. DIE/J

#addams! tmnt au #rottmnt au #addams! leo #addams! usagi #addams! mikey #addams! hamatos #addams! leosagi #addams! raph

[starlightandsunshine]

Alright 3rd and final Star Wars take of the day that is probably pretty lynchworthy:

Echo should have died/already been dead in the Bad Batch arc in s7. Sorry guys, I love Echo too, but the story would have worked better if he was already dead when they got there.

Like there's a lot of things that could have made this arc better in general that I'm not going to really get into here without touching on the character design or whitewashing and racism around the clones (which many much more qualified people have talked about way more eloquently than I ever could). Like the fact that this arc should have been a Cody&Rex arc rather than writing Cody out so early in or the weirdly dismissive way the writers treated the other characters in order to lift tbb up when they could have just. Not done that. Really very easily.

But specifically the Echo thing: as soon as Rex finds out the possibility that Echo might still be alive, he is immediately ready to jump in with both feet without looking, and Anakin cautions him that they might not find Echo alive and he needs to prepare himself for the possibility that they can't save him. This has huge overall narrative implications, because we, the viewers, know that in a few weeks time he is going to turn his back on the people who love and trust him and betray everything he's ever sworn to stand for bc he is worried about the possibility of not being able to save Padme.

Now Rex goes with tbb and Anakin on a rescue mission that might not be a rescue mission. Tbb are still being very dismissive of the "regs" and Rex, quite understandably, is not handling their attitudes very well.

They get there, it's a trap and so on and so forth, but here's the important part: they don't find Echo alive. The Techno Union found him after the Citadel arc and mined his brain for data through hand wavy star wars means and they had no need to preserve anything else or keep him alive after that.

The rescue mission is too late and they never had the chance to save Echo at all. And Rex breaks. He holds it together for long enough to complete the mission, they escape the Techno Union and protect the village, but once they get back on the ship and head back towards Anaxes, he just shatters. Full on sobbing on the floor devastated bc he was so sure he could save Echo. He was so hopeful that he could save this one person after everything. After Fives and Tup and Ahsoka walking away and Kadavo and Umbara he just wanted to be able to save one person that he cared about. And they were already way too late.

We can see Anakin faced with all of this and the shadow of his future actions that he will do so that he will not have to deal with his own potential grief. We can see the paralells between Rex doing everything in his power to have the possibility of saving his brother and Anakin taking extreme steps to have the possibility of saving his wife.

The shadow of RotS hangs over the entire arc and this then makes the scene with Admiral Trench hit so much harder. Because it's not just the warning of how far Anakin has already fallen, its the spectre of the future hanging over his shoulder in more ways than one, the way that throughout the arc you can see his resolve to never lose Padme hardening so he never has to face that grief.

On the other end of things, tbb are faced with Rex's very real and present grief for Echo and have to acknowledge the love and care that the other clones have for each other. They get to grow as characters and learn to respect the grief of the "regs" bc there is a shared kinship there, they do share more than they don't, and they are all horribly aware of just how easily it could have been them. The arc can end with them learning to respect the other clones and finding a closer kinship with them rather than returning to the status quo just with Echo as a member and they sort of like Rex now. Not only would that have made them more relatable as characters but could have set up a much better conflict for the future in their show rather than the weird thing with Crosshair that we did get and them still not really connecting with any of the other clones in a show centred on the clones.

Like, let the characters fail. Let them lose. Let them have succeeded in their mission without having it be a victory. Let it be bittersweet. S7 is already bittersweet. We know what is coming. We know how close it is. The shadow of it looms over every single interaction in this season. So don't shy away from it. Lean into the shadow of Anakin's choices, lean in to the paralells that you're writing in, let the events have meaning and impact and consequences like so much of the rest of the show.

#star wars #sw tcw #tcw #clones #captain rex #tbb echo #tbb #anti tbb #sort of but i'm tagging so it doesn't end up in the main tag #let them fail #let them learn #let them grow #acknowledge the fact that anakin's fall isn't just about his anger or hatred #its all centred on his fear #and let him have emotions that aren't just anger or snark #let him see other people grieve and be unable to turn away from it #this arc should have been about losing even when you do things right #and implying that anakin learned the wrong lesson from that #it should have been about the rex and anakin paralells that the show never fails to lean into but always shys away from fully embracing #and yes it should have been about tbb too #but it should have been about them learning and growing #they should have come away having learnt something the way the main characters in other arcs always do #but they didn't #they just essentially returned back to the status quo with 0 actual character development #which makes them weaker as characters #and weakens the story that is trying to be told

[the-sleepy-conductor]

Ok this has been sitting in my mind for a little over a year bc I'm still trying to piece it all together but I offer you: Submas OneShot AU

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF ONESHOT DOWN BELOW

Of course Ingo is the one to get sent to the OneShot world with the task from Arceus to return that world's sun. But of course the Entity tells the player that their only mission should be returning Ingo home, and ignore Arceus' orders.

As Ingo travels throughout the world, he meets many different people on his journey. I'm still trying to figure out which Hisuian characters should take the role of which OneShot characters but still.

And just like the game, there's beds scattered throughout the world in hidden rooms for Ingo to nap. In the game, Niko has dreams about their mother, but with this, Ingo has dreams about Emmet. (I forgot to mention there's no amnesia here) So whenever he wakes up he talks to the player about things back home and different things about Emmet. And yes he'll end up crying from homesickness and missing Emmet at the cafe, if the player lets him eat.

Once he's in the Tower, that's when the Entity will interfere and warn them that Arceus doesn't care what happens to Ingo. Arceus wants Ingo to save the world though the Entity still seeks termination. While traversing the World Machine's maze, the Entity will explain that if Ingo were to shatter the sun, the world would cease to exist and he could go home back to Emmet, which is all the Entity really wants for him. But if he returns the sun atop of the Tower like Arceus wanted, there's no telling what will happen to him. He would either die or end up trapped in the world with all his memories of Emmet.

Ingo becomes distressed once the player reveals that information while in the elevator. He feels sick to his stomach, not wanting to kill an entire world just to see his brother again, but at the same time his heart is breaking at the thought of never going home.

And then there's the famous Return The Sun or Return Home choice that the player has to make, because Ingo is so torn that he's starting to shut down.

But it doesn't end there! I'm of course adding the Solstice ending into this, because we can't have unhappy endings like that! I'm still figuring out how it all plays out but Ingo does eventually encounter the Entity in the World Machine and speaks with Arceus as well. Ingo convinces the Entity to keep going for everyone's sake, and talks with Arceus to see if there's a way it can help the Entity remember its broken code for a good ending.

And that good ending comes. Ingo is able to return the sun and keep the world alive, and he gets to say his final goodbyes as he is transported home. The player can see Ingo running off towards Emmet, and excitedly tells his brother about the adventure he just went on.

Also, old art of when I first thought of this:

So yeah I'm not exactly cooking but I thought I'd throw this out here bc it's rotting my brain.

#submas #subway bosses #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #submas oneshot au #oneshot #conductor's rambles

[vip3r-r]

An apex writer 2024?? literally kicking my feet and giggling rn. Could I pls requests headcannons for Octane with how he prefers to be comforted by his partner, and how he would comfort them as well? With a male reader if that's alright. That new video of his speech at his dad's funeral has literally been rotting my brain

An Apex request in 2024?? SCREAMING AND CRYING OMG i saw the funeral and absolutely got JUMPED SCARED by my mans bestie cuz why he randomly appeared there— Guys I’m alive 50/50 and right now I’m an octane fan but like FAN so I’m def doing anything octane (prob bc of the recent events but still) this took SO LONG just because I couldn’t decide between soft expert octane or confused soft octane 😭

Warning/s — probably bad spelling

He lives fast so having a relationship is something that he wasn’t going to get used to so “fast”

From the outside, octane didn’t need comfort, if something bad happened it flew by him or he thought about it for a few seconds before doing something else and forgetting about the situation.

But in the inside, Octavio Silva needed that comfort he always avoided

In private, he would definitely ask for you attention and just your presence, he wants you near because he doesn’t know how to go with this kind of things, if he’s mad instead of upset he definitely needs a time alone.

In public, he quite literally doesn’t care what people think so if he wants a hug or a kiss for comfort he will have that, unless you don’t want to ofc.

Like I said before he doesn’t know how to deal with comfort because how much he avoided it, so comforting people was even worse, at least his partner… with friends and strangers he would obviously joke and try to make them laugh to take them out of those emotions but with you? His PARTNER?!? He couldn’t joke unless he wanted you to feel more emotional, trust me, it has happened (unless you actually like to hear jokes while feeling such emotions like that, then he will tell you some different stories about how he did some dangerous stunt and failed)

Octane need some time to learn but he is so damn fast at learning your favorite thing, so comforting you would get better every time

The is literally took so long I’m disappointed at the result but PLEASE REQUEST MORE IM DESPERATE

#I love octane #like why is he just. #maybe it’s the autism #x reader #apex legends headcanons #apex legends x reader #apex x reader #apex headcanons #apex legends #apex x octane #apex octavio silva #apex octane #octane x reader #apex legends octane #octane

[readersandtumblers]

(Disclaimer, kidnapping, assault, physical violence, mention of abuse, cursing, is in this story please let me know if I missed anything!!!) (I couldn't find any pictures bc my volume button would get in the way sorry!!!)

Oh how you regretted going on the stupid mission. You started to dream about where and how you got to this place. you are known as the best of the best medical combat Soldier but you never really believed in that you weren't the best there will be people who is always going to be better than you all you could think of is you as their little war machine and only that. Over the years of being shut down during childhood you just thought that was okay, you were abused by your mother and father was no longer in the picture. So after all the torment of how you are disgraceful and ugly inside and out you started to wear a mask it was a black cloth mask with a pink flower on it it hid your face pretty well you had burn marks from your mother she smoked a lot and when angry she threw still lit cigarettes and ashtrays at you. You just learn over the years of being with your toxic family just to glue your mouth shut and don't talk your mother would often say "They don't want to hear you just or see you trust me when I say you are better off in your room rotting away."

So with that you just got used to it no one wanted you so you concealed yourself and isolated yourself you joined the military you NEVER EVER EVER EVER!!!!! Spoke not even a peek came out of you not even if they threatened for you to get kicked off the team or you went through extreme punishment. Eventually you just got transferred and transferred and transferred and transferred. During that you learned don't trust nobody they are just going to leave you in the end. All the work and I mean all the work got put on you as if to 'take one for the team!' and when they saw you slowing down no help they would just yell at you to keep pushing your weak ass pussy or something along the lines of that. Well one day you were helping out your 'friend' is what she called you, you're more like acquaintances her name was Sophie. She stabbed you in the back so many times but you didn't care she was the only 'friend' you had at the moment. So as a good friend would do you took one of her missions because 'she was soooooooooo exhausted from the previous mission'.

Well little did you know the task force 1-4-1 wanted you well they didn't really expect to get you all in all but it would be a goddamn blessing if they did. You had come into contact with every single one of them maybe not at the same time but still. And every single one you came into contact with was on different missions. You both exchanged fights and it kept coming to a tie before you both had to retreat. But the thing that really did it is when you started to fight Ghost, König, and Soap not at the same time though you would have definitely died FOR SURE you thought. Well the fight with soap wasn't too bad you both were evenly matched you got bruises scratches etc but never a direct hit but Soap really did like the challenge. Now Ghost was a different story, he was a total kick ass but you managed pretty well, you got shot in your abdomen and shot him in his right back but you both made it out alive. Now for könig he was pretty tall...maybe even too tall but you never thought of it and just focused on the battle you did end up getting shot in your rib you was only able to shoot him in his abdomen on the complete opposite side of Ghost he got shot a little bit more to the left of his abdomen while König got shot a little bit more to the right. But you both ended up making it out alive.

Fast forward to now you just got off the helicopter both injuries are still somewhat fresh. But pain is only a feeling so you don't pay too much attention. Well you were out in an abandoned town carefully scanning every single building the enemy team rigged bombs all over the town. So you sent your companion a Great dane, black coat, icy blue eyes, his name was soldier he definitely acted like one cold Big not very nice he was stronger bigger and better than and other military dog that is the way you trained him to be and he loved evey single second of it. So you sent him down to detect the bombs scattered around town then suddenly, gun fire is heard within the distance your captain ordered a retreat but when you went to call the Soldier in he was completely gone no were in sight the coms went haywire breaking up. You had trust and that damn dog it survived too many damn to give up now so you ran to the helicopter and whistled him over even though he wasn't there. Your head was pounding unable to even think properly the over exhaustion kicked in you heard the ringing noise that God awful ringing noise. You heard Soldiers barks you stopped dead in your tracks and looked back there was Soldier stuck in a damn root tangled up by the back left leg. You had a damn choice leave your damn dog that had been there thick and thin or save him. You turned back to them you ran towards the helicopter got on it and grabbed my rifle and sledgehammer and your handy pocket knife as it was taking off you jumped off the helicopter you ran as fast as you could to get to Soldier and when you got to him you started to cut at the root and free him as soon as you did you were running back to the helicopter your captain started screaming a retreat. As you ran as the only one not on the helicopter. You were about to get on the everything snapped you went back you fell on the ground the exhaustion from all the weeks but you spent there finally fucking kicked your ass. All you could hear was the very same captain that you trusted saying in the coms "LEAVE HER!!! FUCKIN HELL!!! she was just slowing us down!" The helicopter departed you they did into consciousness you knew what you were getting into, you shouldn't have trusted anyone but you still did that was your mistake never again... You were thrown over the shoulder. You could hear a deep probably voice saying "fuckin bloody hell... Someone's going to shit their pants." They chuckled from their belly as they started to walk.

(hello reader I just wanted to say this is my first time posting content on here so I really hope you like it!!!)

#ghost x female reader #könig x fem reader #könig cod #könig x reader #ghost x reader #könig #ghost #cod

[mashiee]

what's your rei au?

AHAJDD OMFG. OKDY FIRSG OF ALL I LOVE YOH AND TY FOR LEAVING THE ASK. SCEOND O OF ALL

(tw, dark/angst, death, kidnapping, human labor trafficking, extreme mental instability, mental and moral decline, developed delusions, etc)

basically, i took rei and put him in the most horrible situations ever °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

the idea is basically a very dark 'what-if' of if rei had survived

im a whore for plots that have a character survive, but everyone still thinks theyre dead, so thats the route here. rei does survive, but at a great cost, and to the knowledge of no one.

and by great cost i mean, he would have been better off if he had just died. which is why the au had previously been named 'better off dead.' i have since changed the name bc i hated it.

the new au name is pontibus incensis (burned bridges in latin). this is both bc rei's bridges were forcibly burned by volcan and byron (both figuratively and literally in relation to the fire claws) and bc i think being able to say its my pi/π au is really funny.

the whole thought process behind the au stems from the thought that the government wouldnt use their money on ember. they would use something else as a source for its funds. so i basically combined that with wanting rei to be alive and go thru angst.

the story is give or take as goes:

the au starts as soon as rei "dies." ember finds a way to fake his body, etc. rei wakes up in a cell chained to the wall, he doesnt know where he is. eventually he pulled out to some kind of "arena" people are calling "the colosseum"

(i am aware colosseum is the term for the specific famous building, and coliseum is the proper term for any large stadium. the place rei's in being called colosseum as opposed to coliseum is important to later on in the story)

theres a little girl about 8-10 there too. hes given a brief set of rules basically saying he needs to fight to the death within a certain time period. obviously rei is not going to kill a little girl and shes scared shitless so neither of them do anything. theres a warning bell signaling the time is up and the little girl, who has long light pink hair and a blue ribbon in it, is shot and killed. rei attacks the person shooting out of rage and survival and accidentally kills them. rei's allowed to pass bc hes found interesting by the colosseum head(?) and its the first and last time any match in the colosseum ends in a draw. as reis leaving he turns around and sees the girls lifeless body and for a brief moment she looks like remi.

so reis dilemma there is that he just killed someone and the little girl who looks like remi dying. his thoughts spiral from here but theyre cut off. hes later brought out again and fights a guy who comes at him instantly. reis forced to kill him. when rei gets back to his cell he finds the barcode branded on the back of his neck reading 1010 (XX in roman numerals, allude to the X in X-Static). he has the horrifying realization this place has already had at least 1000 prisoners.

this pattern of killing to survive continues. due to the constant stress, reis ability steadily climbs as well as his survival instincts. he develops a literal skill to survive. meanwhile, his mental health and morals are rapidly dropping and becoming tangled and confusing--even incomprehensible. eventually he'll develop the delusion that the little girl actually was remi, and that hes the one who killed her. as its a delusion, the knowledge of remi being 4 yrs younger than him and what she looks like now doesnt matter.

im thinking of giving him psychotic depression in order to explain the delusion, but im unsure. i will need to do more research. i could possibly also give him more delusions, such as hallucinations of his body rotting and the delusion he deserves it, or maybe the hallucination of remis decaying corpse, etc. another symptom of psychotic depression is psychomotor impairment which causes issues with speech and muscle activity, which i may be able to use as well?

(all of that is very surface level research btw, if i got anything wrong or am using the disorder in an inappropriate or disrespectful way please tell me. im very open to criticism and correction)

anyway, rei figures out that hes being used as entertainment for higher ups in the authorities to have monetary gain for ember funding. hes also become the fav of the place bc he just wont die, hes seen as some kind of impossible to kill entity. he gives ember massive monetary gain. he manages to survive for a long time (i think i want the colosseum arc to be maybe 4 months long?) which is unheard of. at most people have only survived for a month.

at the end of the colosseum arc, rei obviously escapes. hes very briefly helped by an oc of mine, who ends up being important later on.

i wont go into detail abt the rest of it unless u want bc this arc is the main point of the au.

something i should mention though that rei only finds out in the next arc is that ember doesnt ever actually kill the vigilantes. theyre always taken to a coliseum. and they end up dying in there. reis the only one whos survived so far.

#rei unordinary #unordinary rei #unordinary #webtoon #unordinary webtoon #webtoon unordinary #dark #angst #long post #my post #fic #rambles

[hartigays]

I have a fic idea for you!!! no worries if you don’t feel it or aren’t inspired by it, I just saw this post and was like I want this fic and I of course thought of you bc I love your fics.

a get-together fix-it fic where Steve straight up refuses to see Eddie because he’s so mad about him getting hurt when Steve explicitly said not to, and he can’t figure out why he’s so affected until someone (Robyn/Dustin/Nancy?) knocks some sense into him. meanwhile Eddie is convinced Steve is upset at him for not protecting Dustin the whole time or another dumb reason. may involve meddling from the kids/robyn trying to get them to just TALK goddamnit.

anyway I would love this and would love you to write it <3<3<3

inspired by this post: https://ttransmax.tumblr.com/post/688839505906647040

“you still haven’t visited him, you know.”

steve stares pointedly down at his reflection, kicking his legs and watching the lines of his face ripple.

“yeah, i know.”

robin rolls her eyes, reclining back onto her elbows so she can gaze up at the sky.

they’re sitting in steve’s backyard, poolside, dangling their feet into the water as they sip on warm beer. it’s warm enough to go swimming, but every day as of late hasn’t left steve in much of a fun in the sun kind of mood.

“he’s been asking for you,” robin hums, and steve doesn’t look at her but he knows she’s staring at him, brows raised, unimpressed.

that’s been happening pretty much every day as of late as well.

everyone is always so expectant, impatient, unimpressed.

steve has been getting it from all sides these days.

“yeah,” he sighs, still avoiding robin’s eyes, taking a swig of his beer. “i’m aware of that too.”

“dustin?” robin asks, and steve shrugs half-heartedly. “well. if you’d just go see him…”

steve waves her off. “yeah, yeah, then everyone would stop asking. i know.”

there’s a lot of thing steve knows right now.

for example, he knows that eddie munson got attacked. almost died. and now he’s laid up in the hospital because of it, undergoing rigorous physical therapy to return to some semblance of normalcy.

all after steve had told him explicitly to not be a hero.

and now eddie wants to ask everyone and their mother to request steve’s presence at his bedside?

fuck no. fuck that.

“no one told him to run off and die,” steve huffs suddenly. “in fact, i remember specifically asking him not to do that.”

“he’s literally alive,” robin reminds him, entirely unfazed by his outburst.

“yeah, well, he could easily not be. if things had gone differently, even a little, he’d still be in there. dead, rotting away, like… like barb.”

it’s a statement that takes steve himself by surprise, because he wasn’t expecting to say it. he doesn’t know why he did say it. or why he cares so much about eddie munson’s fate.

robin is silent, but steve can hear the rustle of her hands wringing in her lap.

“steve…”

“i’ll get us more beer,” steve cuts her off.

he stands, grabbing their empty cans and crushing them before walking back into the house.

robin doesn’t follow him.

***

“lift that one first. no, that one. henderson! that one! jesus.”

steve wipes the sweat from his brow, grateful for dustin’s help in clearing out some of the rubble from the town square but also having a near-heart attack every time dustin makes a misstep that could leave him fatally injured.

(some anxiety medication would be really nice at this point, to be perfectly honest.)

dustin helps steve move the heap of splintered wooden planks, all that’s left of the pharmacy that’d collapsed during the battle with vecna. they get the rubble cleared away, into the grassy area designated for items that can be repurposed.

plopping down into the grass, dustin pants like he’s just run a marathon.

“this is like…” dustin gasps, squinting up at steve, “this is like what coach richards would have us doing in gym class if he had any say.”

“c’mon, henderson. hard work builds character,” steve says, absentmindedly. he’s not really even paying attention to what he’s saying, too busy scanning the remnants of the destroyed town scattered before him.

“you know who put in some really hard work?” dustin asks.

“dustin, seriously. don’t even start.”

“eddie,” dustin continues anyway. “that was seriously some hard work, steve, you have to admit-”

“i don’t have to admit anything, alright?” steve snaps, and dustin’s mouth quickly falls shut.

steve deflates, not sure why he even got so worked up in the first place. why the words came out the way they did.

“sorry, man. it’s been a long day. let’s just finish this shit, alright? then we can grab some pizza.”

dustin nods, giving steve an inquisitive look, though he doesn’t say anything else.

the pizza parlor used to be located in the town square as well, but now it’s just a pile of ash and dust.

instead, there’s a shoddy tent with some folding tables and chairs beneath it, and a crappy pizza oven somewhere off to the side.

it’s the best the town can do right now to feed the citizens working so diligently to reconstruct their broken home.

dustin has already finished his two slices, and for a while he lets steve eat in silence, tearing pieces of crust into smaller and smaller bits until it’s just a crumbled mess on his plate.

“i didn’t mean to overstep,” dustin pipes up after a while, staring at his plate like it’s a mesmerizing piece of artwork. “earlier, i mean.”

steve groans, tossing his unfinished slice of pizza onto his plate before leaning back in his chair.

“it’s fine, dude. just let it go.”

dustin opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water.

“i just- i don’t know, steve. why haven’t you gone to see him?” dustin asks, and for the first time since the battle, dustin sounds truly distressed. “he’s been asking, and asking, and-”

“and i don’t want to, simple as that.”

“you try telling him that,” dustin grumbles.

steve throws his hands up in the air, exasperated. “why the fuck does he care so much if i’m there?”

“why the fuck do you care so much about not being there?” dustin challenges.

“dude, cut it out with the language, seriously.”

dustin groans, falling forward until his head hits his paper plate with a soft thwack.

and then, a moment later, “we left, you know. eddie and i. we left but he… he went back. he just wanted to help.”

steve knows dustin says it in hopes that it will make things better, that it’ll provide some comfort that eddie did listen to steve, he just changed his mind, or whatever. and that should bring steve comfort.

it doesn’t.

***

the wheeler house is a safe space for steve, at this point.

the sounds of karen on the phone as she bustles around the kitchen, the sight of holly coloring in front of the tv, the smell of a home-cooked meal wafting through the air.

it’s everything steve never had growing up, and he’s pretty sure that at this point, it’s what truly draws him here.

he’s fully aware that karen thinks he’s still here all the time for nancy, and he’s fine with letting her believe that.

easier to stomach than the truth, at least.

“your face is doing that thing it does when your thoughts get too complicated.”

nancy stares at steve in the reflection of her vanity, a small smile playing on her lips as she works on her hair.

“the scrunchy thing?” steve asks, and nancy nods, giggling.

“yeah, the scrunchy thing.” she gets up, moving over to her bed where steve is lounging, flipping through a fashion magazine. “wanna tell me about them?”

“them?” steve asks, playing dumb. nancy just rolls her eyes.

“your thoughts, steve,” nancy reminds him.

steve shrugs, picking through the magazine one last time before tossing it back onto the nightstand where he found it.

“just the usual. i like your house, your room,” steve pauses, then grins up at the ceiling. “your smile.”

“ew,” nancy smacks his arm before stretching out next to him, resting her head carefully against her pillow so as to not disturb her hair.

steve just snorts, and they lapse into comfortable silence.

“d’you think she’ll like it like this?” nancy asks after a stretch, her voice quiet. steve looks over at her, and nancy is gesturing to her curls.

she looks like a doll come to life, honestly. it’s perfect for a first date, especially with an anxiety-riddled lesbian who has absolutely no game.

“robin’ll love it,” steve assures her, reaching out to gently pull on a curl. “although, my point still stands that the other look i had in mind would work best, if you’re going for maximum effort here.”

“steve, i’m not going to indianapolis topless.”

“then the curls work just fine,” steve concludes, suppressing a laugh at nancy’s exasperated look. “seriously, nance, you look great.”

“thank you,” nancy says softly, smiling to herself.

steve thinks they’re in safe territory, until nancy adds, “what are you going to wear to the hospital?”

“what?”

nancy gives steve a knowing look, sighing. “you’re going to the hospital, steve. if you won’t listen to anyone else, fine. but you know that isn’t going to fly with me.”

steve shoves himself off the bed, pacing back and forth immediately.

“why does everyone care so much if i go?”

“i guess i just don’t understand why you don’t care enough not to.”

“it’s not that i don’t care,” steve starts, still pacing. “it’s that i don’t want to. and no one seems to get that.”

nancy tilts her head to the side. “why don’t you want to?”

“because he promised, nance! he promised he wouldn’t be a hero and he did it anyway and look where it got him. and i’m supposed to just, do what? go and visit like it’s all fine? like i’m not- jesus, i don’t even know.”

“people make mistakes, steve. we were all just trying our best,” nancy replies, her voice gentle. “he was trying his best.”

“he didn’t have to!” steve cries, shoving his hands through his hair. “what’s that shit mike and them say? friends don’t lie? he didn’t have to be a hero. he said he wouldn’t be a hero. a friend wouldn’t lie like that.”

nancy watches him pace, her eyes tracking each movement. “is that what he is? a friend?”

steve stops short, facing nancy as his stomach drops to his feet. “what else would he be?”

“i don’t know. a possibility?” nancy shrugs. “steve, if eddie was just your friend, you’d be in that hospital right now by his side. you’d have been there every day since he was admitted, just like the rest of us.”

“nance…”

“you’re so scared of losing him again that the thought of even seeing him is nauseating. am i right?” nancy asks, though she doesn’t wait for an answer. “so get over it. go to him. stop screwing around and go tell that man that he’s an idiot, and then tell him how you feel so we can all stop being little carrier pigeons delivering you messages from your estranged lover.”

how he feels? estranged lover? steve doesn’t even know where to begin with processing that, but nancy is already up and off the bed, manhandling steve to the door.

she drives him to the hospital, dumps him out front, and drives away with a smile and a wave, despite steve’s protesting shouts.

he has to admit, it’s a significantly better tactic than robin’s or dustin’s. but now steve is here, staring up at the hospital looming before him, a pit opening in his stomach.

steve takes a deep breath, and walks inside.

***

all hospitals smell the same, including this one. like antiseptic and death, with little hints of latex and musty sheets.

the local emergency room in hawkins had been destroyed, along with the rest of the hospital, so injured hawkins residents had been transported to the nearest town.

unfortunately for steve, it’s only a ten minute drive from hawkins.

he didn’t have time to prepare for any of this. so steve takes his time making his way down the hospital halls, hoping to stall by walking around in circles.

the hospital is small, so it doesn’t work. within a few moments steve is stopping just outside of eddie’s room, soft voices floating out from within.

“i dunno, i just thought he’d show by now,” one voice says, distinctly eddie’s. “guess that’s what the town freak should expect, right? shit doesn’t change, no matter how hard you try.”

another voice follows, and steve is surprised to discover that it’s will byers.

“you’re not a freak, eddie.” there’s a pause, some sniffling and rustling creating a brief interlude. “neither of us are. jonathan is right - there’s nothing wrong with… with being different.

“your brother is an awesome dude. i’m glad you have him.”

“you have both of us, now. and my mom. she’s coming, you know. to the ceremony,” will is saying.

eddie’s voice quiets, and steve can barely make out the mumbles.

that is, until, “i think he’ll show. it’s robin’s graduation too, so…”

“even if it’s not to see me, he’ll be there. got it.”

steve’s heart constricts, because eddie munson truly believes that the only reason steve would watch him cross that stage to get his diploma is because he’d be there to see robin, and watching eddie would just be a byproduct.

he can’t even be mad, steve knows, because he brought this on himself. if he’d been here days ago, weeks ago, the thoughts wouldn’t have even crossed eddie’s mind.

the conversation continues quietly until it tapers off, and steve waits for a good time to duck into the room, not wanting to seem like he’d been loitering outside listening in on their private conversation.

even though that’s exactly what he’d been doing. he feels weird about now at least, alright?

“steve?” will asks, sounding as shocked as eddie looks.

steve just waves sheepishly, rocking back on his heels.

“sorry, i didn’t bring anything. if i’d known i was coming i would’ve brought, like, a card?” steve tries.

“you didn’t know you were coming?” will follows up, looking back and forth between steve and eddie, who are now having some sort of uncomfortable staring competition. “that doesn’t… uh. well, anyways, i gotta… i gotta go.”

will rushes out the door, and then it’s just steve and eddie, staring from opposite sides of the room.

“did you hear everything?” eddie finally asks, his voice quiet. he’s picking at some loose threads on his hospital blanket, fingers twitching.

“not everything,” steve answers, a little too quickly. “i mean, just the part where you didn’t think i would come to your graduation.”

it’s only a partial lie.

eddie’s eyes flicker away, and he shrugs. “you never showed up here, so i figured…”

“i’m here now.”

eddie’s eyes flit back to steve’s, and he gives him an unreadable look.

“yeah, now. why now?”

because nancy stranded me in the parking lot, steve wants to say and then run out of the room. but knowing nancy, the moment she found out he’d be right back here regardless.

“i don’t know,” steve tells him, and it’s both the truth and a lie.

because he knows why he’s physically here - nancy brought him against his will. but emotionally? steve doesn’t know. nor does he know why he’s still standing here like he’s a robot waiting to be assigned his next task.

“you don’t know?”

“i mean, i know. nancy drove me here. but i don’t… i don’t know what to say, man.”

“you could start with why it took you three weeks to show up?” eddie suggests.

steve winces before crossing the room, plopping down into the chair next to eddie’s bed.

“i’m mad at you,” steve admits, softly.

eddie’s expression shifts from confused, to baffled, to annoyed. “you’re mad at me? i almost died trying to save your ass and you haven’t come to visit because you’re pissed at me?”

“i told you not to be a hero! i specifically said that, and you agreed!”

“oh, so you get to play town hero when everything goes to shit while the rest of us suck our thumbs? are you kidding?”

“you wouldn’t have died a hero, you would’ve died for nothing,” steve snaps, and as soon as he says it, he regrets it.

because eddie’s face falls harder than steve could’ve imagined, his expression crumpling.

“i did it for y- for all of you. i… i tried. that’s all. i just tried to help.”

steve leans forward, almost grabbing eddie’s hand before changing his mind. “i know, i’m- i shouldn’t have said that. i’m sorry.”

the silence is so thick steve is pretty sure he could cut through it with a knife.

eddie breaks it first, sounding exhausted when he speaks. “and here i thought being a hero would get me a gold star. damn.”

“i know you tried,” steve says quietly. “i know you were just… doing what you thought was right.”

“so does that mean you’re not mad at me? ‘cause i’m gonna be honest, steve, you’re confusing the shit out of me.”

steve doesn’t know what he’s talking about either, if he’s being perfectly honest. he’s mad at eddie, but he’s also- not.

it’s like when you’re infuriated with someone you love, but you can’t really be mad at them because fucking hell, you’re upset beyond belief but you’re also stupidly in love with this person, so how can you ever really be angry?

then, something clicks in steve’s head, and it nearly has him kicking himself in the face.

something must show in his expression, because eddie is looking at him like he’s sprouted a second head.

“nancy said something, earlier. something i don’t think i really understood until now,” steve starts again, locking eyes with eddie. “she said i’ve been scared. scared of losing you. and i think she’s right.”

something flashes in eddie’s eyes, and his cheeks tinge pink.

“what?” he squeaks, staring at steve with wide eyes.

“that night, i made you promise me you wouldn’t be a hero, because… i didn’t want to lose you. and after, i didn’t want come to see you, and all this time i let myself believe it was because i was mad you lied to me,” steve explains, sucking in a deep breath. “truth is, i think i’ve just been scared to lose you again. so never having you back to begin with was just- i dunno. easier, i guess. and being mad at you was easier, too.”

eddie has this look on his face, almost like he’s in pain, and for a long time he doesn’t say a word.

“what i’m trying to say is-”

“so you’re not mad at me?” eddie cuts him off, apparently still stuck on that.

steve can’t help but laugh in disbelief, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “no, i’m not mad at you. or- i am. but i like you. so it doesn’t matter.”

for a moment, eddie looks like he glitches. then, he sits upright so quickly that steve is worried he’s going to topple right out of bed, moving forward instinctively to catch him just in case.

“you like me? you don’t- that doesn’t- i’m a freak. i’m the freak. nothing ever changes, that hasn’t changed for anyone so you don’t- no. that’s not-”

“everything has changed,” steve says simply, despite nothing about this situation being simple.

eddie stares. and stares. steve is pretty sure he broke the guy’s brain, based on the vacant look in eddie’s eyes.

it’s understandable. steve himself had walked in here thinking he wasn’t supposed to be here, thinking he was mad at a friend who broke his trust, and now he’s confessing his feelings like it’s been some known truth, when in fact he fell in love with eddie munson weeks ago and is just now mustering the brainpower to figure it out.

“you know, it’s funny,” eddie says after a while, flopping back into his pillows and staring up at the ceiling. “for a while there, i started to think you weren’t coming because, well. because you knew who i am. what i am. but now… shit, this is way more complicated.”

“we’ll figure it out,” steve tells him quickly, immediately wondering if that’s even what eddie wants.

for a moment, steve isn’t sure, but then eddie looks at him, nodding.

“yeah, we will.”

***

“quit fidgeting.”

“it’s hot.”

“yeah, well, it’s summer and you’re wearing three layers, so that sounds about right.”

steve fiddles with eddie’s graduation cap for another few seconds before he’s satisfied, patting eddie’s cheek with a smile.

“see? not so bad,” steve tells him, brushing at eddie’s graduation gown as if joyce or karen had left a trace of lint on it.

they hadn’t.

“steve, it’s hotter than the devil’s asshole out here. the last thing i’m worried about is my cap being lopsided,” eddie whines, fanning himself pathetically.

“you’ve still gotta shoot someone the bird, remember? not the principle though, considering he died horribly. but someone,” steve reminds him.

“what does my cap have to do with that?”

“christ, eddie, i don’t know. just get on stage so we can get the fuck out of here. it’s hotter than the devil’s asshole.”

eddie’s laugh is loud and bright, and it follows him all the way to the stage.

when eddie’s name is called, there’s almost a roar in the crowd, people standing and clapping.

he’s a hero, and they know it now.

steve does, too.

karen and joyce cook dinner later at the wheeler house, and so many people show up to congratulate eddie that it’s almost overwhelming.

“you okay?” steve asks as he steps into the backyard, finding eddie staring up at the stars.

“yeah, just needed some air,” eddie says, looking over at steve.

steve glances back at the house, smiling softly at the noise spilling out. “you’re a hero to them.”

it’s quiet, just for a little while, before eddie answers.

“careful what you wish for, i guess.” eddie’s voice is soft and small. he takes steve’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “all i care about is what you think.”

steve uses his free hand to cup the back of eddie’s head and pull him in for a kiss, and he’s pretty sure he’s never going to get tired of the soft sigh that escapes eddie’s lips every time.

“i think i fell in love with a hero,” steve whispers against eddie’s lips, and he swallows eddie’s laugh, deepening the kiss.

eddie almost looks wounded when steve pulls away, but there’s still the smallest smile playing on his lips.

“you have absolutely no game, steve harrington.”

“i’ve been telling him that!” robin’s voice rings out, and steve looks over to see her and nancy rounding the side of the house, drinks in hand.

“no, if anyone here has zero game, it’s you! rob, i’m serious! we’ve gone over this-”

the conversation disappears into the night air as it continues to flow, their lighthearted debate blending with their laughter.

it’s not perfect - they’re all still figuring things out. there’s a long road ahead, an exhausting forward with no end in sight.

but they have tonight, and each other.

eddie’s hand never leaves steve’s.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fics #i hope this is what you were looking for beloved!! #<3 #ask #anon

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Ok I just want to put my thoughts on the whole Leon should be with someone “healthier” and “better” for him. &The thing with that is if Leon wanted that, Capcom had so many opportunities to do so. Not to say Leon didn’t try, but there was a 6 year period after RE2 that Ada wasn’t around, and within that period there was a point where Leon believed her to be dead and then finds out she’s alive. Hypothetically let’s say he did want to be with Claire, he had the time & opportunity to and still didn’t, clearly they’re just friends. But generally, that goes for anyone he could have formed a relationship with during that period. Especially for the period he didn’t believe her to be alive, bc I’ve seen people act like if Ada were to just disappear completely now, then all of a sudden he could just totally forget about her, will go running into the arms of someone “better”, and his trauma will be fixed 🤪. That scenario literally existed, he had the opportunities, and it STILL didn’t happen.

Now fast forward to after RE4 where Leon sees her again face to face alive and well, all the relationships he could’ve had 1 year after in Degeneration or 2 years after in Infinite Darkness also never stuck. (I don’t count the scene where Claire falls on top of Leon in Infinite Darkness bc Stephanie Panisello said it was her idea and asked the movie crew to add it for the Cleon shippers as it wasn’t in the original script). And then at some point after, it’s confirmed that in 2009 they spent time together, but who knows how long they’ve been in contact prior to that, I just think there must have been a lot of prior interaction that developed over time before jumping straight into “that night”. Like I know a lot if us can’t help on focus on the “that night” part but in the article where Shotaro Suga mentions romantic dinner/hotel/motel room night, but I’m over here thinking so much about the “romantic dinner” part lol bc it’s beyond just them wanting to sleep with each other, they actually cared to spend quality time together, like what did they eat, what did they wear, what did they talk about ?? I feel like they try to not mix work with pleasure (there’s just simply so much she cannot answer if he tries to even ask). Especially in the behind the scene of the video of the movie Suga says “He shows his real self when he gets in touch with a woman (Ada)”. Which is very important factor with his relationship with Ada vs his relationship with anyone else both romantic and not. We know Ada rarely shows her real self and her puts on a mask, but looks like Leon does too !

HELLO so i had to take my time to read this and formulate a response

i think with the remakes, it's implied that between 1998 and 2004, he was forced to work for the government and possible did not have time to date. during this time i believe he also does not see claire either. (correct me if i'm wrong) i think that the whole baby-girlfication on leon has really rotted into people's brains that think that he's not a man of agency and can literally go date someone if he wanted to. but even with re4r with the "i'm a one lady type of guy," and the complete removal of his flirting with literally any thing that breathes, it seems that capcom is pushing it into this direction as well. with leon not holding ashleys hand, and leon not flirting with hunnigan. it's just on his own it seems.

degeneration was the weirdest film also imo. and he did have a weird thing with angela but then he just never called her again lol. and he did that in front of claire too????

yeah i agree that the scene with leon and claire in infinite darkness was especially weird considering claire has like a face of visible disgust when she falls on him.

"that night" is also followed with the director saying that yes, they spent time outside of their jobs and their lives continued on in the background of re5. it would make sense that they saw each other some how and it lead up to "that night"

i firmly believe that leon thinks of ada as a strong woman, and someone that he doesn't need to protect or feel like he has to "baby" her. she's a woman with her own choices and decisions and he finds her challenging. it's almost like they can be partners that compliment each other and challenge each other.

leon saves the day every day- he doesn't want to do that in his personal life. he needs someone who can stand on level ground with him. someone who can really truly understand him. and im sorry but it's not gonna be self insert civilian here, that understands him.

leon's characterization changes from a bright eyed rookie cop to an agent who sees that the world is shades of grey and that no one is truly good or evil. that everyone has their own agendas and that the government that he works for isn't pure either. he struggles with knowing this and knowing that even though he tries to do the right thing, nothing gets better. we even see this with ada in re6, she has a breaking point

"we're beyond humanity"

also i firmly believe that re6 ada is extremely depressed and traumatized as her smile consistently drops whenever she's not looking at leon.

both of them have lived lives where they were used and abused. and both of them can understand each other in ways that others can not. they even showed this with infinite darkness with leon not only wanting to keep claire safe, but knowing that her line of thinking was going to get her killed or worse.

even then! both leon and ada have made mistakes and that's interesting! they both live with regrets, and god damnit it just want them to be happy together.

people say they don't deserve each other? nah, they do. they should just be together already

they can be true to each other, no facades, and just be themselves.

#ask heart #heart answers #anon #ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #leon x ada #leon kennedy x ada wong #resident evil #leon s kennedy x ada wong

[nyxrev]

Tsukuyomi ツクヨミ

alt. 月読、月夜見: Japanese Moon God, implied to be male, not major deity but has some tales, notably when he killed a food goddess at a feast bc he was disgusted by how she created food from her body. His sister-wife Sun Goddess Amaterasu, horrified by his action, was so angry she exiled him from Heaven and refused to look at him again, thus is how day-night separated as Sun & Moon never meet.

With our snotty sleazy God on the Moon, I must wonder if Tsukuyomi, lit. The Moon God Org., is related, as they seem so eager to fetch Psykos, the “Third Eye” who can see the future, who we know from the swirly planetary mental imagery, has had prior contact with God.

Chapter I: Apollo

——*Welcome to Moon Craters Highway Radio for road rage therapy and drive escapades, what a lovely sunny noon out here! All's calm yet why do I smell the musty rot of evil afoot? Whatever could it be?

We hear your engines rumble with excitement, so take a seat on the passenger's side as we go full throttle on a wild ride through the hearth of our roads! —Only at the Hero Association HQ~*

Commentary brought to you by Apollo's poison pill (still stuck in his eye help me out)

Of course, damp stagnant underground spaces, with lack of ventilation n ever loom of darkness, are the perfect ground for unhygienic practices, such as the proliferation of (virulent) microbes…

Why is it always the smiley mask suit man

Rich. Mysterious. Creepy. What an atmosphere.

He comes to collect samples for experiment on behalf of his assoc., “for research purposes,” he says humbly, but not surprised to see him refer to live human like an object. Mad scientist? No, meticulously evil scientist.

God I can smell his perfume two lots away and it reeks of evil, ill omen.

Which brand d'you bet the Moon agents wear? I throw Hugo as an option. Strong and obnoxious

Notice how a mere agent exudes enough latent, passive psychic energy for Fubuki to sense it? And she seems to feel it quite strongly. I expect him to be decently troublesome.

Oops… it would be all for naught if the precious brain gets damaged, now, wouldn't it… because as the rumoured “Third Eye” we heard so much about, the secret to future vision also lies here…he says, as cradles her head gently, coldly, with -out an ounce of affection, only ambition for an excellent sample acquired for nefarious deeds.

“Would you like to torture her?” “No need,” he replies, brief but courteous enough.

Now I'm not sure what he did to Psykos there, it looks like a psychic gunshot or taser, but clearly all they care about's her brain and what it holds. They may not torture her (doubt they wouldn't), but they would only keep her sane/alive enough to extract momentous pieces for their research.

ラボで開頭して隅々まで調べます

隅々まで sumizumi made (reduplicative): lit. to the end of every corner, every nook and cranny, all the ins and outs

調べる: to investigate, examine, check, look into

“We'll perform a craniotomy back at the lab to explore every nook and cranny”

No need for torture, they'll do much worse.

His way of speech makes my skeleton want to crawl out of my flesh.

Absolutely Unhinged.

I can't tell what emotion he has capacity for, but mb he's so surprised his pupils went o_o; or mb even it's his spark of idea expression to bait and catch Fubuki too. He has no eyebrows, must've exchanged them for maximum zappy. N why he look like a Demon Slayer chara except deflated.

Notice how exec went “Oi guards, can't you see our generous Mr. Sponsor is…” at Fubuki group, straight from diplomatic, an almost obsequious customer service voice* to an imperative voice of displeased authority.

*eg. prior scene when exec welcomed him with: お待ち申し上げておりました｡どうぞこちらへ｡ “We've expected you. Please, this way.” It's hard to explain but they used respectful language for every part there. It's humble deferential speech, expected formality, but the fact they're polite to an outsider w data (next) yet irritated by Fubuki and only scared when Tatsumaki comes… they know their shady deals can't be exposed.

Now as Tatsumaki cracks down the door roof to your crimes, fearsome as a tornado can be, I fell for their act like a diet pill down a beauty's tea.

“Don't interfere, you outsider!!” And she makes modern art out of our Moon agent.

Fear not, he is sturdy. And smart enough to knock out unneeded eyes of execs and security.

Don't we all love an ambidextrous multitasker?

“How convenient. I'll make you sisters souvenir too.” An excellent addition, if only you could get your hands on them so easily as you wish.

She yeet him so hard he lost his coat, or he took it off bc he activated Serious Solar Storm. Well, the starry Cosmic Garou shirt looks dapper but better not just toss your coat on the ground at a rival's house if it has your valuables.

His tie has a U crescent idk the specific term for but if I search without scientific names is weird. Prefer scientific detail til I can sort out the lores. Apparently, the moon is related to clairvoyance. Believe what you will but I feel Moon Readers of Tsukuyomi seek out prophecy not to be sought.

Maybe moon phases on their ties correspond to rank and power.He's just a henchman after all. If agents have phases, mb the boss has full moon. Mb also means “power” is completed, but I feel it is dangerous to reach completed power.

When we saw God crawl out of his crusty moon den, the moon was lit on top ◠ an angle difficult & unnatural from earth. If ◡ crescent is humans, opposite you reach God, “ascended” as Fubuki said. Except it's NOT somewhere to ascend. We already saw why not to connect with God.

So break my tangent, let's get back on track.

As his aura crackles with flames, our agent pats off dust and engages Tatsumaki. Heh, not bad… She looks down at him, literally and figuratively, a little lab rat should be no big deal for her, but,

Fubuki comments, “He's strong.” Perhaps not unmanageable, but def stronger than expected.

Sure enough, he starts off strong.

Fubuki may not be the strongest esper by sheer power output-wise, but she is not imperceptive. Remember when Gearsper's energy output was so strong she almost mistook it for her sister? When she senses power, she really senses it. So I'd trust her judgement of its strength at least.

Oof—the gust, the gales, what sandy breeze on our sails. Guess he can hold his own, for now.

Let's take a moment to appreciate Murata's flex of artistic muscles before moon agent tires out.

“…I may be at a slight disadvantage…” Slight??Pathetic, Tatsumaki ridicules.

Your starry scars look about to burst, heed your limit, man. You'll get dust in your eyes- oh oops, I'll shut it, I'm an ill omen. Bite my tongue Bide my time Baby I'm not even here

“Poor Guinea Pig”

“Hmph, you needn't belittle me so, you know…” I do wonder if you can still keep on your air of condescension if you know what I'm about to do.

Did she really just call him a “Pitiful Marmot”?

モルモット: transliteration - marmot.

I thought it strange for marmot to mean guinea pig as an experiment animal like an equivalent of lab rat, so I dug round, turns out it's historical language confusion, not much we can do about it now. What's the unfortunate chosen animal of your language(s)?

Tbh, I'd add Pitiful Marmot to my vocabulary, for most affectionate purposes, of course.

It looks like she hit the nail on the head cuz her slight hurt the artificial esper's pride enough to set off the next step of Apollo's mission.

Now y'all done it. He broke the capsule! sleepy…

No! You Fool. Afoollo Why you gotta expose me like that. Why'd you out your strategy?! You had Data yet can't grasp her ability??! Thought you could outsmart and overpower her? Fool. You just jeopardized your precious junior's effort and lost your trump card. Well, I don't know how precious he is to you but you should prolly cherish him a little for he's considerate enough to bail you out of your stupid mistakes and drive you home with a bloody concussion.

“Natural Espers are a defective species. Perish.”

Brother your logic is defective. If natural espers didn't exist how can artificial ones like you ever exist hah? You even need existent natural ones alive to create your artificial comrades.

I must ask though, what did he mean with they “lack balance and harmony”? Did he mean they rely on psychic power so much they're physically weak??

His face just gets creepier. Then he pulls a stunt and I wonder if Tatsumaki rly had a hard time or just let him get the illusion of victory to locate the pill. —*More on Apollo's Mission next post.

Notes:

#opm #one punch man #opm manga #opm god #psychic #thoughts #fubuki #tatsumaki #tsukuyomi #gearsper #apollo #hermes #icarus #temporary name #hero association #corporate corruption #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #highway #escapades #live commentary #belated character speculation #dark side of the moon #japanese #manga panel #translation #grammar #nuances

[justfor2am]

ONE LAST ASK .i cant sleep so i finally read the first ssk i sent tsht u answered and i want u to go in2 more depth w the songs n playlists n shit u mentioned in there .this is separate from the other music ask yea 👍 gn for real probs. btw its so sad that my parrot emoji used to be mostly red like whatever the coloring people draw grian w idk names of any birds but owls but they changed it

🦜

^ idk what kind of phone u have but i have android .before my ohone updated he was a lil red guy n now hes GREEN .i had this fucker in my old discord theme thank god i changed it before it changed for me bc this HURTS goddamn i want my red fuckign bird bsck

ok gn 4 rral the whiplash of my music going from stray kids to stevie nicks is enough to make me pass out (do not let my listing of artist names fool u i only know one stevie nicks song n its edge of seventeen .the skz song was sunshine tho Btw)

AOUGH what did they do to my parrot boy.....

i don't know any songs by stevie nicks so tbh you've got me beat either way LMAO OKIE so analysis time uhhhh lemme see the post

It's Never Enough by we are the dirt: this song is thematically about an individual with rapidly declining mental health, seeking out a gruesome end to escape the bottomless emotions associated with a terrible breakup. it's melodramatic, it's way over blown, it's delightfully obscene in its depictions of bodily gore, it's soooooooo scarian.

as far as a fic goes, i would want to lean heavily into the vex cannibalism aspect that's canon to scar, with the setting being third life. a rotted corpse walking around the living with red in his eyes and barely contained inhuman hunger roaring in his ears? held only at bay because of "he" whom is now indebted to that corpse? who pledges him his first life and watches scar fall into insanity and in the end, strikes him down himself, that love which was the only thing keeping scar alive, not enough to save him in the end? sounds like a good hurt/no comfort fic to me.

some lyrics that i think especially apply: "‘Cause if I can't taste your lips just let me taste blood and nothing else." "They'll be with me in life and death and after I take my final breath, they'll crawl in through my rotting flesh and eat away my skin." "He said “don’t trust your eyes they always lie they always lie, only trust what you feel” but I feel you in my dreams and you're next to me and you're never real."

now, actor au!

grian: Don't Assume What You Don't Know by Grace VanderWaal -a song about being blindsided by an industry that promised you riches and fame, only to be cast aside at best, taken advantage of at worst jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo -a song about being jealous of people who aren't competing with you, nor are they trying to make you feel inferior, but letting yourself get carried away with self-inflicted negative emotions You Stupid Bitch by girl in red -lightly tsundere grian my beloved. this is what he wants to scream at scar, if only he could admit to himself that he actually cares about him beyond a superficial, physical level.

scar: SCOOP by Lil Nas X feat. Doja Cat -a song about constantly being one step ahead of a ruthless industry that is just waiting for you to fail. Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys -a part of grian and scar's relationship that i haven't been able to explore yet, but i definitely will be making space for. -in short, grian's deadset on the rules in their "arrangement", but scar's already in love with him. being told that their private meetings are primarily contingent on them hooking up, and nothing more, isn't exactly easy for scar to process. Boyfriend by Dove Cameron -the person he pretends to be: suave, charming, a smooth-talker. while scar is capable of being all those features, in truth he wants to be this person to grian only. he wants to sweep grian off his feet and be able to say that openly.

#justfor2am #justfor2talks #one day i will be able to answer asks at a reasonable pace #and not at 11:30 pm LMAO

[uriel-is-best-girl]

Time for what tma entites I think orv characters are aligned with! Spoilers for orv and possibly tma too.

So starting off with our main boi:

Kim Dokja himself. I'm going to have to give him a strong death/the end alignment. The eye could be argued I suppose what with all his knowledge and 'mind reading', but i just feel like the end connection is stronger. Hes expierenced death and rebirth in more ways than just the literal sense too, he first died when his mother 'killed' his father and he was left behind in the wake of that death. And then again when he jumped from the roof, living on feeling more as though a ghost than alive. And then ofc all the actual self sacrifice where he comes back, trying to kill od, the 49% of him wasting away in a hospital, another death. Ofc then theres the thousands of deaths and regressions from yjh that kept him alive. Again and again he is surrounded and made up by death and its ultimate refusal to allow him its grasp (much like oliver).

Next! (Note: I will NOT be going in order bc I don't have ideas for everyone yet.)

Lee jihye is an unwilling avatar of the slaughter and I will stand by that. Her sponsor is a war general and she starts the series by having to kill her best friend in order to survive. In the context of being a slaughter avatar, she tries to combat the need for senseless violence by justifying it, by trying it use it to protect others.

Han Sooyoung is an avatar of the web. There are many aspects about her snd her story that involve levels of control or bring up the question of others frew will (she wrote ways of survival, but she wrote it after the fact, but after the fact was also before the fact so then what does that make of yjh and all the others in her story?) Again, im just contextualizing things in context of tma entities, not actual commentary on orv story.

Lee gilyoung. If you know anything about tma u know im giving him the hive/the corruption. Its stereotypical! Its the obvious chioce! Bug boy gets bug fear! But I think its also the right chioce. When lgy was being possibly abused or neglected by his family memeber, he had his bugs. Sound familar? To literally all the hive statements. Its rotting filth but its also there when you have no one and are alone and it will love you when no one else will. And for that love it will consume you.

Jung Heewon is a strong woman who has been hurt before. Because of this she took up a mantel to be the fires of justice. Thats right, we're looking Desolation aligned here. Incongruence with the namesake of lightless flame, her fires offer no mercy. Things were taken and stripped from her before kdj saved her, things she can move on from but can never get back. So she will take away from those who have taken from her, who will take from her. She is the type of avatar that feeds the desolation with her own fear. She is afraid, so afraid of loosing so she will burn it all down until theres no one who can take from her again. I especially like how her judgement time or smthing power starts as out of her control to being in the control of her and kdjc. Bc in either case you cant really say either side is correct. Only that they have the power the decide, and they have always backed her when she wants to use her flames.

Lee Hyunsung. The Burried, or Too Close I Cannot Breathe. You cannot make any decisions deep in the ground, held tight by the earth in what is either a loving or unforgiving brace. Everything down to breathing will be decided for you, there is no room for mistakes or lose. Throughout the story lee hyunsung struggles alot with descion making, he wants to be told what to do, he can follow orders. Hes got a big heart, but hes tough, he can stand his ground and weather it all, just like the earth. I would link the type of avatar lee hyunsung would be to the statement in which a graveyard digger becomes obsessed with burrying himself alive and sleeping. Lee hyunsung could find comfort and saftey in the dirt.

#i wanted to find a vast aligned orv character so i could use the blue color option #but i couldnt find one i felt strongly enough about to include #you may notice theres no yjh #thats bc i cannot figure out what to give him #the end seems like an obvious chioce #the slaughter might also work #as mught the hunt #as too might the lonley #and thats where the problem lies!! #i could rationalize so many ones #hopefully there will be a 2nd post where i make up my mind #orv #kim dokja #han sooyoung #lee gilyoung #jung heewon #lee hyunsung #lee jihye

[vesselreborn]

Datatsushi and Miyako now sharing a singular being is sad but also a little bit funny. By Funny i mean sad

On one side, you have a God who's first interaction with humans(or with anything ever, bc he was JUST BORN AND A LARVA) is being eaten alive by the very thing they were sent to protect and became abandoned by the very same higher beings that sent him there in the first place. He's stuck in a time loop by a last ditch effort in order to stay alive. He doesn't care about those that worship him, he doesn't care about taking them to their 'Paradise', he doesn't care about humanity. He just wants to go home, he wants his body to be completed and leave already.

Now with Miyako, she was born to die. To be consumed by the flames in order to make, an already broken God, whole. This will bring peace and prosperity forever more. This is good, the whole village agrees with this. Why would you fight it? You have nowhere to go, no one to help you. Although you were born into this family, your name isn't even on the family records. Your brother-in-law is. He's going to take over the estate afterward. He makes sure that you acknowledge that too, him and your big sister always seemed so ecstatic about it.

You die and their God becomes whole. You die and your family prospers. You die and the village is free from disaster. You die and everyone is better. And you die and you die and you die. Everyone feast and leeches off your death like flies to a corpse.

Besides the two people who she cares about, the whole village could rot for all she cares.

Together, they both have two different types of anger and angst, but it definitely results in a more uncaring way on how she speaks and acts. It also makes her a kind of wildcard if someone tries to manipulate her. All it takes is a moment of doubt, and she'll turn on you. Miyako has the emotions and fury of a teen and a God. Someone, please help her. They're both so tired and just wanna go home, they don't even know what home is, but they sure as shit don't wanna keep feeling like this.

#saved to archives ∞ musings #Turns out if you combine two angry individuals #You make one very pissed off individual #The only reason why Datatsushi won't take over is bc Miyako WONT LET HIM #Datatsushi Be Damned ∞ HCs #They are both angry and alive but also so dead tired

[bloodycassian]

Reader x Cassian - Hellish Prompt: Reader is an assassin/spy that was caught and azriel has spent months torturing her for information and can’t get anything out of her and cassian eventually goes to see who this assassin/spy is and the mating bond snaps and cassian beats the $hitt out of az bc of the mating bond instincts and rhys has to intervene and break up the fight (i was thinking this could switch between azriel’s POV at the start and then switch to cassian's POV)

AN- this was SO fun to make. Please more requests like this!! I love the idea of unexpected mates!

TW -blood/ blades.  

Drip, drip, drip. Copper smell filled the small room. Blood leaked down the drain in the floor. You wheezed a laugh bitterly and spat on the ground at his feet. Azriel's rage simmered calmly under his dark shadows. They coiled, ready to strike. Wanting to strike. The sound of your feeble laughs was practically the only sound Azriel had gotten from you for the first week of torture.  The second week was worse, even for him. Truth teller revealed nothing when he gouged into your skin from the bottom up. Truthfully, he was impressed beyond measure. But that didnt mean that he could stop the job at hand. He had to know, and wished he didnt have to do this kind of thing to get the information from you. "Listen..." He sighed, cleaning his blade. He was always nervous whenever he had a back turned to an enemy, no matter how well they were restrained. But he trusted his shadows enough to tell him if something was wrong.  "If you just.. Cooperate and tell me where the Queens are, we can let you go. No trouble, just releasing you back to Rask." He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he was nearing an exhaustion point. Torture every day for two weeks had its toll not only on the victim, but the dealer as well. His shadows seemed to be growing restless too, waiting for a chance to strike.  He watched your reaction from the corner of his eye. Noted the way your head hanging loosely seemed to gain a bit more strength before you spoke. "Losing your touch, Spymaster?" You revealed a row of bloody teeth to him, and grunted when the chains at your wrists stung the magic that weakly attempted to help you.  Azriel could have sighed. He could have laughed and bled you dry. Have a healer come and patch you up enough to keep you alive. The idea was tempting, but he didn't like having anyone besides his brothers see him in this mode of darkness. He could have brought Rhys down to attempt to break into your mind again. After the first attempt and Rhys' reaction to being blocked, he wasn't eager for that again. So he sighed, and brought out the potions laced with Faebane.  + He was convinced you weren't a normal Fae. After months of his best torture methods he was a wreck. "She just-" He tried to hide his frustration, but his brothers knew him best. Cassian smirked by the fire, warming his wings. Rhys seemed a bit more concerned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Azriel had never been one to spend a long time on torture. Rhys saw the frustration flowing from him after every session with the stubborn Fae in the dungeon cell.  "I dont know what to do anymore. She's the only one to have never broken." He ran a hand though his hair. His shadows seemed weak, exhausted like him.  Rhys considered for a moment, looking between his two brothers. Cassian seemed to be enjoying Azriel's frustration. Maybe a bit too much. Rhys sipped his wine then, with a look of innocence, "Maybe we will have Cassian end it. Perhaps seeing the Lord of Death in front of her will knock something loose."  Cassian's stare whipped to him, a silent plea on his face. "We should leave it to our expert Rhys-" Azriel laughed, cold and bitter. "The expert hasn't got a damn thing out of her. We either kill her or send her back to Rask with all the information she's collected about us. With nothing in return." Shame lined his features. The sense of failure to his high lord was a heavy weight to bear. "Cas...I expect you down there tomorrow afternoon. It will be her last chance." Rhys' no nonsense tone shut down Cassian's retort. His jaw locked with distaste. He hated the cramped cells below the house of wind. Hated the way going underground made his wings feel like they needed to stretch. The worst was when that stale air was laced with the rotting smell of dead mice or old blood. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it.  "Come on Cas, dont you want to see the only one that's outlasted me?" Az asked with a mock grin. He couldn't give the same smile back. Turmoil spilled inside him at the thought of going so far below the mountain.  + Cassian took a long time to go to bed that night. His restlessness about the next day made him wake up over and over, never having more than an hour of peace before being waken up.  Azriel held up a mug of tea to him the next morning. "You look like shit." He handed his brother the mug with a small smile. Cassian glared at him, but took it anyway. He went to the balcony, his heavy wings needing to feel the fresh air. It was like taking a bath after being covered in grime. He sighed in relief, letting the late morning sun graze his body. The cold wind from Illyria was beginning to come in for the winter, and the familiar smell ignited something in him. He felt a draw, but shoved it to the back of his mind. He knew what he had to be this day. "Why the hell do we have to keep them so far down again?" Cassian complained. Around and around and around. Down deeper and deeper into the pit of the mountain that the house above was carved out of. Cassian felt like his lungs were collapsing the further they went. He tried not to let his nerves show, but he knew Az's shadows would pick up on it anyway.  "Remember when you broke your arm chasing down that Attor?" Azriel could have laughed at that memory, but the story surrounding it made the experience soured. More shame on top of the guilt already there.  Cassian hummed in approval, welcoming the distraction the memory brought. He tried not to focus on how each turn of the staircase got darker and darker. How the air seemed to compress around him. He locked his eyes on the scar on one of Az's wings. "And we spent a week fixing the top story of that apothecary?" He asked, keeping his voice steady.  "Yes. Dont you remember how the Attor got out?" Cassian shook his head, and Azriel huffed a laugh. "I left the door open for just a second to get a new knife and..." He shook his head, part in anger and regret, part in shame. "It had escaped before I turned around. I dont know how it happened, to this day."  Cassian stared at the back of the shadowmaster's head. The dark ripples around him seemed to spike. "It happens Az, you can't be perfect."  "It's not perfection, its basic thought. After that we moved all enemies to the lower dungeons. No matter the threat. Rhys even put wards on the arches." He ran a hand over the walls, his fingers catching a few of the grooves that linked each spelled archway to the other.  Cassian left the conversation at that. At least his brother wasn't brooding as much as before. The dim lights began to come into view, and his heart began hammering. Adrenaline singing through his veins. His polished siphons glowed, reflecting red off the dark stone ceiling. He had polished all his black armor the night before, when he couldn't sleep. Something poked, prodded at him all night. Keeping him awake. He figured he may as well make use out of it.  "She's not going to talk to you unless you show..weakness first." Azriel said in a low voice. Cassian nodded, reaching the end of the stairwell with him.  Cassian couldn't see the dark figure in the cell, but he felt the presence nonetheless. The dark draw that you demanded. He wondered how Azriel had dealt with that pull this whole time. The tantalizing draw to you. He shook his head, pushed the hair out of his face and nodded to Azriel.  He opened the door, then began his ritual. At the start of every session he would toss a bucket of water over your body, then a bucket of salt. It made the wounds that handn't healed fully scream in pain. You jolted at the suddenness of it this time. "Good morning, shadowsinger." You ground out, voice rough with strain. Cassian watched in awe at his brother.  Cassian was never one for torture. There was a reason Azriel was appointed to this position. Watching the calm cruelness of him was jarring, but Cassian kept his face straight. He stood behind you, watching the flimsy attempts to pull at the shackles holding your arms up. Lacerations dotted each arm, some light pink scars. Some were still scabbing over. A chill ran down his spine.  "You have a guest today, would you like to see him?" Azriel's voice was cool, calm. Like he was speaking orders to a group of soldiers. He began slicing new lines into your arms, moving up to your neck. He had left your ears in tact, as a last resort if you refused to speak to Cassian. The pull Cassian felt was overwhelming. He walked a bit too quickly around you, plastered on a wicked smile for show, then crouched down. The smile faded when he finally saw your face. Your dripping hair was a horror on its own. Plastered to the skeletal cheekbones, and pale eyes. Those eyes were brighter than anything he'd ever seen. A field of flowers down the slope of Illyrian mountains. His world shifted, drawing the breath from him. "Mine." His mind seemed to roar with that alone, but in a thousand different variations. "Lover, friend, partner, mine mine mine. Mate. My mate." His lips quivered with the realization. With the way his heart soared, and the way he moved without realizing it. He choked a gasp, and fell forward on his knees before you. He saw the same astonishment in your reaction. Azriel dropped his sword, confusion and concern alert on his features. "Cas wh-" Before he could finish, before his shadows could detect that Cassian had even moved, his brother was on top of him. Cassian's knuckles stung with every punch. A new kind of rage flared inside him. It made his muscles yearn for violence. Made his teeth crave the flesh of those that so much as looked at you wrong. There was no mercy for Azriel, it was as if he was an enemy on the battlefield. Cassian held nothing back. You hung limply from the chains that bound you. Crunch after crunch sounded from Azriel. He eventually managed to push Cassian off of him. Then they locked together in battle again. Clashes of armor against armor were deafening. The snarls they ripped at each other were loud enough to make you cringe. Your heart squeezed at the sounds of Cassian's breath. At the scent of blood spilling. You pulled feebly at the chains, your mind roaring to protect him.  Your mate. You tried to watch the battle, but the weakness in your body refused to let you turn more than a few inches. They were panting, Cassian fighting with a ferocity Azriel had never seen. His eyes flared with rage, like he was possessed. "Cas-" Azriel grunted, shoving his brother backwards. His back hit yours, pushing you down and digging those stone cuffs into your wrists. You hissed in pain. Cassian roared and lunged at his brother again, and again.  The darkness that boomed outside the cell was jarring. The stone ceiling shuddered, small rocks and dirt falling from it. Cassian did not stop. He didn't hesitate, coming at Azriel with punch after punch. His fist crushed the wall behind where Az's head had been. 

"Enough." The high lord's cool command was enough to make you still your weak attempts at looking at the two. Cassian's chest heaved as he tried lifting his arm to punch Az again. Pure fury in his heart was enough to make him disobey Rhysand's order.

  Then Rhys' talons gripped him. Freezing his mind, stilling him. Rhys' face shifted to surprise at what he glimpsed at there. "Oh.." He breathed. Azriel panted, backing away from his brother, out of the cell. He locked the cell and wiped the blood from himself, his wings hanging limply behind him. "What- the hell." He panted, nursing his arm. Cassian's eyes locked to your small frame. How your muscles quivered, how your arms shook with the effort of holding yourself up. He felt Rhys' claws recede slowly from his mind, releasing each part of him one by one. He rushed to you.  He picked up Azriel's sword and with a clean, masterful swipe, broke the enchanted stone that bound you. The weak sigh that came from you was heartbreaking. His eyes pricked with tears, and he caught you before you could fall to the floor into the puddle of dried blood. He didnt notice, or care that it was there. He sat there with you, cradled you and shook with you. 

"Cassian... She's.. Cassian's mate." Rhys said slowly, astonished. He didn't take his eyes from his brother in the cell. Azriel froze in place. For a moment, the dungeon was completely still. Totally silent, as if the world waited for what was to come next.

Azriel turned on a heel and left, trudging up the stairs. Rhys dared not touch his mind. "Cassian...." He spoke, trying to get his brother's attention. He did not glance at Rhys, just curled around your body more. Protecting, nesting almost. Rhys knew the feeling too well from the weeks after he and Feyre's bond snapped into place.  "We will check in tomorrow. Be safe, brother." Rhys spoke to Cassian's mind. It was nothing but an ocean of rushing thoughts. Cassian could have bared his teeth, could have tried to fight his brother through the bars of the cell. Hell, he could have probably broken through those bars with the primal strength flowing through him with the rush from the bond. 

But he didn't. He stayed, his warm body pressed against yours. Those siphons glowing against your skin like a fire. He stroked your hair soothingly, his tears like rainfall on your body, through your bloodstained clothes. He didn't remember falling asleep there, but it was the most restful, peaceful night he'd ever had in his existence. 

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