#holy fucken hell help help help

[drunkdumbfucker]

Bleach TYBW, E29 "The Dark arm"

[fishandships]

MISTAKE

[j-jinxee]

Ooo can you write about about how Alastor would use restraints, he’d defo get turned on by how helpless reader would look when they’ve got a chain wrapped around them, with his need for control.

PRISONER ☆

TYPE - Alastor x Reader

WARNINGS - restraints/being tied up, semi public sorta?, ownership, swearing, oral receiving, humiliation.

authors note - tysm for requesting!! especially for Alastor hehehe, hope u like ittt >:)

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That night came back to you every time you got pulled down by that fuckers chain. The most regrettable night of your life, you were so far gone you really thought he'd help you. Making any deal while you were drunk was a bad idea, but making a deal with the radio demon?? Even worse. He's made you do sickening things for him in the past, all things you never would've done if your soul wasn't on the line; but nothing that made your stomach turn quite like this one.

You made the mistake of confronting him right before he went on the air. That pissed him off enough, and thought you needed a reminder of who you belonged to. Hence why you're tied up in his radio tower, chain around your neck, and screaming his name for all of Hell to hear.

Alastor made you crawl up to his radio tower, him holding the chain, then tied you up with dark sorcery, and clicked "start broadcast".

"Hello my dear viewers! Hope you're having a grand evening. Today will be a little different to my usual style of broadcast, but I trust you'll enjoy it nonetheless" His voice turned scratchy and demonic towards the end, making you nervous for what was to come.

The only luminance in the tower was the faint glow of the red sky, and the shine of Alastor's eyes. You had no idea how many people were listening right now, or what was even going to happen, you just hoped no one could tell it was you.

You swore you could smell his arousal. It was rare, but you could tell he liked seeing you chained up. He never expressed any romantic feelings towards you, only savage, animalistic needs to over-power you. You let him have his way, since there was nothing you could do about it, but this? This was a little past your limit.

Your hands were behind your back, legs bent, and whole body hoisted up. You had no clue what happened to your clothes, they vanished off your body when the ropse appeard around you. Your neck was angled slightly up from the floor, enough to see a little out the window, but not enough to hurt. That's when you felt him.

You gasped abruptly as you felt his hot tongue on your clit, "Ah!" It took you by surprise - to say the least. You obviously wanted to hold back your moans in order to keep some dignity... but, holy fuck he was good.

It was like being chained up increased the pleasure, you swore it'd never felt this good before. His tongue made you squirm, but squirming hurt, especially when you held back. You thought you may aswell give him what he wants instead of agitating him even more.

"Mmm- Fuck! Alastor please"

"Please what my dear?"

You didn't even know what you were asking for, you wanted to say please stop, but you knew you couldn't, it felt too good.

"Pl- Ah! Please don't stop!"

Yeah real good fucken choice, beg him to keep going and see where that'll get ya.

The next thing you felt was his tongue diving deep into your core, fuck. You knew he'd be skilled, but this was on a completely different level.

"Ohhh, fuck! I'm- I'm gonna cum, ah!"

Your legs attempted to collide, obviously being held back by the rope. As Alastor felt your thighs start to shake, he only increased his pace, sending you over the edge. The coil in your stomach finally snapped, sending shivers throughout your whole body as you screamed Alastor's name for all of Hell to hear. Even if they weren't listening to the broadcast, they might’ve still heard you.

Your vision was blurry, your face was hot, and currents of pleasure still shot through your core like electricity. Alastor got up and made his way to the control panel, "I hope this is to your liking dear listeners! Because we're just getting started"

...you've gotta be fucking kidding.

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Rlly rlly hoping u like thisss 🤞🏻 I think it's aight, I just love writing for Alastor tbh hehe. Cheers x

[sealz888]

Marcus headcanons? ❤️

Hell yeah! Some of these headcanons go over fo1, fo2 and fnv. I've also added some little tidbits of Jacobstown headcanons as a little bonus. I love mutants in fallout so this was really fun. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy them.

Marcus (+ Jacobstown) Headcanons

He was slightly higher up, not like lieutenant or really important, certainly not just a random foot soldier, probably a platoon commander, maybe slightly higher. It’s also why a lot of mutants from the masters army and even nightkin will listen to him.

Used to be in charge of a platoon Tabitha was in before she was chosen to become a nightkin. It’s why she trusted him quite a lot before Rhonda died, but her mind convinced her he broke her, so she left.

Always been interested in politics. His vault experiment was what someone's life would be if everything about it was steeped in politics and preparing them for leading outside the vault. He was trained to be a leader.

This actually helped him quite a lot with his skills in the Master’s army, his time as mayor of Broken Hills and later on, Jacobstown.

Still is a bit bitter about the Vault Dweller destroying the vats, however, doesn’t take it out on the Chosen One. 

Absolutely *hated* travelling in the Highway man because of how cramped it was. Also hated the desert because of how fucking hot it was because there was no A/C or Radio. I mean seriously, I’m Australian and I hate the heat so much, and I’m tiny. Can you imagine being fucken gargantuan and living in the MOJAVE/CALIFORNIAN DESERT, HOLY SHIT.

For the first few months of his time as super mutant, he didn’t really remember a lot of his life as a human. However, he was drawn to politics, so whenever he was out, he would try to sneak in books about political theories, historical figures and how to successfully lead things. 

He remembers a lot more of his human life than he lets on, as later on his memories came back to him. He really didn’t like life in his vault due to cutthroat nature of politics. 

Tabitha also came from the same vault and they knew each other. They didn’t really interact or speak a lot, but Tabitha doesn’t exactly remember anything from when she was a human. Marcus thinks she hasn’t really changed at all, in both personality and appearance.

Neil was one of the first people he met after he awoke as a super mutant.

Doesn’t seem like the guy who likes to fight, however. He was a lot nicer to humans than other mutants, so he often dealt with the unity folks. 

When he was younger, he was more inclined to fight mostly because he felt like he had a lot more vitality then, despite not liking it. However, now, he’ll absolutely use diplomacy and only fights as an absolute last resort.

He also does help out with the psykers. He’ll hang out with them occasionally and talk. Trying to make sense of their blind rambling or comfort them when they’re freaking out. 

Due to the nightkin’s proneness to addiction, mental illness and psychotic breakdowns, chems and alcohol are strictly forbidden. However, if found of residential mutants, he has a strict belief in rehabilitation and not punishment. Outsiders who trade it or bring it in with them with the intent to sell have it taken away and destroyed, along with being fined if they do it again.

Before he reached out to Dr Henry, he considered reaching out to the Followers for help, but he decided not to because of how far it is.

Marcus watched Dr Henry like a hawk due to his relations on the Enclave for the first year he was in Jacobstown. 

[estinininininen]

FFIV fans, hearken unto my half-kidding "Fusoya is kind of an asshole" propaganda:

•dunno if he could leave the moon or what sort of watcher rules he has to follow as a Lunarian, but KluYa broke the rules, which means Fusoya can too, even if it's a one-way trip

•did not take that trip to help his child nephews

•did not tell Cecil about his brother and give him a chance to process . . . That and be ready to support Golbez after freeing his mind

•booked it right the hell out of the Giant leaving us to ??? fucken' die? Golbez I understand making a hasty decision in the moment ("HOLY SHIT WJAT HAVE I DONE") but the Giant being Lunarian tech I think Fusoya could have known it was going to collapse

•never once thought to wake up another Lunarian?

•needs human help to save his own bacon and then has the audacity to say "wow humans are pretty cool! maybe one day they'll be as cool as us lunarians"

•doesn't want to hang around at the end like "what are you going to do now?" is a polite way to say "why are you still here on the moon and keeping me from my nap?" c'mon hang out with your nephews some more dude

•has to remind himself Golbez is a Lunarian too like that wouldn't be constantly rolling through my head if i were fusoya like "oh my god kluya's babies don't know anything i have to teach them how to be proper moon men"

•the moon? DISAPPEARS? from orbit? fusoya was the only one who would know how to do that! yeah golbez wanted to isolate himself, but it's the MOON? and yeah they didn't want to repeat the zemus corruption problem, but that coeurl is out of the bag

bahamut and his two attendants watching earth and the eidolons that worship him disappear into the distance: 🫡

[evangelifloss]

For the ship bingo, Lambdabern!! <33

Lambdabern, or as I like to call them Berndadelta, is THE SHIP. It is so good. What is better than eldritch-like Witch Lesbians who travel between worlds causing genuine tragedies for the funnies? Not to mention they usually do these things to try and fuck eachother over. If Bern is trying to do something abhorrent for the fun of it, Lambda will certainly arrive out of absolutely nowhere, and join the opposite "team" just so that she can make Bern's life harder. And don't get it wrong, Bern does exactly the same shit too. Basically if one of them is having fun in a universe, it is guaranteed the other is not far behind. Maybe the fact that both of them are equally terrifying to fucken everyone (aside from Featherine) is because you're going to be dealing with two insanely powerful Witches instead of one.

PEAK ROMANCE RIGHT THERE. I love them. They are so dramatic for eachother, and the concept of I don't know, being fuckin' normal about their love is virtually impossible.

Clarification on the choices in chart

I ship them as divorced: These two are the definition of contradiction. They're separated, willingly, by the Endless Sea of Fragments but they always find one another yet every time they do, they are so incredibly petty towards eachother. It's indistinguishable from a bitter divorced couple forced into a social setting together and they are so intent on viciously attempting to make the other humiliated in some way. They come up with increasingly complicated schemes for the sheer sake of trying to make the other lose. At the same time, they remember EVERYTHING about eachother, every goddamn intimate detail. They seek one another out across an infinite time-scape to have fun. They promise to meet up again once the fun is over. They have a mutual desire to inflict torture upon the other. They cuddle in a posh bed and share candies. They love eachother so much that either one of them suffering is a reason to celebrate. I could go on.

They're going to be the death of me: Literally. Meeting either of them will just end with me dying horribly or suffering a fate worse than death. In another sense, reading their insane mind games to force one of them to lose is so entertaining that any time they're pulling out every stop and twist, and backstabbing, makes me so entertained that it's a Bit Much for my brain. I get a serious case of brainrot WHENEVER I remember or come across scenes of their simultaneous and dramatic treachery towards eachother. Plus the fan-art and content is too good sometimes.

They should stay as far away from eachother: Every single time they cross paths, shit goes down and everyone involved becomes severely Traumatized. Or any underlying/current trauma of the victims gets irrevocably intensified. Plus, the longer they are apart, the more extreme they become. It's almost as if they miss eachother and want to make up for lost time by finding new, torturous and downright machiavellian ways to cause pain. This is amazing LOL

People that ship them need therapy: Anyone who is invested in umineko and berndadelta needs to find help.

It's more funny than romantic: Oh it is definitely romantic, but holy shit their dynamic is hilarious and for Witches like Lambda and Bern, conventional romance isn't their thing. You could say that they are romantic, but in an incredibly fucked up way that humans cannot replicate nor grasp. You can understand it theoretically but that's pretty much it. I don't even think a serial killer who has an obsession towards their designated Special Person could keep up at all.

Relationship Goals: I may be unhinged but even I think whatever the hell is going on between Lambda and Bern is a bit fuckin much. It's more about the dedication, their sincerity and exclusivity. I cannot imagine either of them having anyone else be sufficient for their needs. Cheating is only on the table when it comes to playing games in other people's tragedies. I can say with certainty that Lambda wouldn't ever kiss another person in an expression of love. And I can say that there is no miracle which exists where Bernkastel would lower her guard towards anyone other than Lambda (outside of their games of course, her guard is up lest the lamb win and disgrace the glory of The Witch of Miracles, Lady Bernkastel. Lambda would never let her live it down.)

The Aesthetic is everything to me: Granted I'm not a fan of Blue and Red/other bright "opposite" color coded pairings, BUT that is because it's become an oversaturated trope in most media these days. When it comes to Lambda and Bern however, it fuckin slaps AND Umineko was written a fair while back where it wasn't AS common, so I guess you could say I'm a little biased. Aside from the color, their actual designs are not only perfect complements to their natures but are really well done and unique. It's pleasing to look at. Another factor of their aesthetic is their titles, or rather, what "domain" they rule over. A Witch of Miracles, who can find just about any possibility as long as its existence isn't 0, with the Witch of Certainty who grants a desired outcome based on the determination and effort of the individual is SUCH synchronicity I have no choice but to admire it... and also get extreme autism brainrot whenever I think about it.

If you've read this far, I'm sure that you're just as clinically insane as I am and for those of you who haven't played umineko, go do that. There are Witch Lesbians. Also murder.

Side note: thank you my love Roseofcards for the ask, this was such a banger to write. I also had to write it twice, because tumblr crashed. Don't ask me how long it took to write this reply in one session... let's just say, there's no movie night tonight.

[anhay-hootenheimer]

The Skubbarbarian explores the abandoned creepy roadside manor on behest of local townsfolk.

Skubbarbarian: "Yeah, thats the place alright!"

The Skubbarbarian grunts as it flexes its illegally huge sized bicepsas it enters the dilapidated Manor, almost causing the shoulder pauldron to pop off under the strain. The insides of the manor are dimly lit by what little natural light gets in through the holes in the walls and broken windows, most furniture has long since been destroyed by rot and termites and the entire place reeks of stale air, dust and moisture.

Skubbarbarian: "Y-yeah, get some! You... uh... freakish armor fella! Yeah! Got im'!"

Skubbarbarian: "Yo, this place blows. ARE THERE ANY SPOOKY GHOSTS WHO WANNA MESS WITH THE SKUBBMASTER? COME ON OUT, LOSERS! COWARDS!"

As if to accentuate the Skubbarbarian strikes a side-chest pose. Flexing its biceps alternatingly until the shoulder pauldron pops off and hits a dilapidated auit of armor in the corner of the room with anloud metal clang. Not only does its head fall off, but the numerous cobwebs having built up on it over the years also collapse. Startled by the sudden loud noise the Skubbarbarian stands at attention, for a moment intensely staring at the motionless suit of Armor.

With a slow build up of metallic rattling and sharp metallic creaks the joints on the suit of armor dislodge from their resting position. Slowly the armor stirs and stands up straight. Clumsily setting one foot in front of the other, as if it wasunaccustomed to movement after a prolonged rest.

Skubbarbarian: "Yo, what in the Nine Hells? YOOOOO!! ITS A FUCKEN GHOST! HOLY HEAVENS ABOVE!"

Taking a panicked step back, the Skubbarbarian reaches across its shoulder for the overly ornate, and mostly decorative, greatsword. Easily holding it in front of it in a defensive manner.

Skubbarbarian: "I smite thee with me mighty blade!"

With an embarrassingly amateurish horizontal swing of the greatsword, the chest and the bottom part are seperated with a deafening clash of metal on rusty metal. Still pumped up and high on adrenaline, the Skubbarbarian nervously watches the trashed remains of its opponent. That is until it suddenly stirs, the bottom and chest piece mysteriously standing up seperately on their own. While the lower parts wander off, mostly unnoticed by the skubbarbarian, the chest part seems to directly barrel towards it.

In the background the bottom part of the armor crashes, with what little speed it could muster, in the wall, making the pieces of rusted armor fall apart around thw figure of another kobold that falls onnita butt in disorientation. Holding ita hand between both its hand.

Ghost(?): EeeeEeEEeeEeee-

Skubbarbarian: "Screw This! Seriously!"

With a speed befitting tge Skubbarbarians impeccavle physique it takes off. Sprinting back to the road while screaming in terror. Surely, bot the version of the tale it would tale in the tavern later. Back at the house however. A small scalled snout peeks out of the chest pieces top opening, wherethe helmet once was.

Kobold: "Yip?"

Kobold: "Y-yap."

A moment later the formerly disoriented kobold gets its bearings and helps its friend out of the chest piece.

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break pt.10 - Hair of the Dog

Warnings: Mentions of smut, smoking, verbal arguments

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Day 11, 1986

"Where the fuck did you go" Slash said as Y/n entered the apartment, 30 minutes after she had walked out.

"Nowhere" The girl said, lying.

"You went with that fucken Fru guy didn't you?" Slash said, following Y/n as she walked towards their shared room.

Y/n rolled her eyes "Thats none of your business Slash"

Slash grabbed Y/n by her arm turning her to face him "You fucked him didn't you?"

Y/n scoffed "You're being ridiculous Slash"

"You fucken did" Slash looked at her angrily

"That's none of your business" Y/n said

"It kinda is when you were just about to fuck me" Slash scoffed at her "I didn't know you were such a whore"

Y/n's face dropped "Did you just call me a whore?"

"Yea, i did" Slash said with a smug look on his face

Y/n pulled away from him "You're such a fucken dick" "I didn't fuck him, and i'm sure as hell am not gonna fuck you"

"Yea, like I fucken believe that" Slash scoffed at her

"HEYYYY WE'RE HOMEEE" Duff said as he and Mandy walked through the door.

Looking at the sight before him, he put his hand on his hip "Were you guys fighting?"

"Just a little bickering maybe" Y/n said quickly, there was no point in lying if both her and Slash looked like they were ready to murder one another. "Nothing too serious"

Slash nodded his head, "Yea, I'll see you later guys" he said as he walked towards the front door.

"Where are you staying tonight?" Duff furrowed his eyebrows

"Goin to the hell house, forgot i told Steven i'd help him on a few drum parts" The curly head said as he opened the door, taking one last glance at Y/n as he rolled his eyes.

"What happened?" Duff said as he looked at Y/n "Slash seemed pretty upset"

"We just fought over a pack of cigarettes" Y/n shrugged "He must be going through some other shit"

"Right..." Duff said, looking at Mandy

"So what'd you guys do today?" Y/n quickly changed the subject.

"Just went out together, thought we could use a day to ourselves" Duff said.

"Thats cool" Y/n said

"Do you wanna watch a movie? I have some good horrors" Duff smiled at her.

Y/n returned the smile, "Yea, that sounds fun"

"I'll get some popcorn" Mandy smiled at the two, heading towards the kitchen.

"Don't burn it!" Duff called out to her as she made her way to their small kitchen. Mandy just stuck out her middle finger.

"Alright, what should we watch?" Duff said as he put down their movie options in between them (they're sitting on the couch now lol)

Y/n looked through the movies and held them up, "Clockwork Orange fucken truamatized me, so definitely not that one" She said as Duff laughed.

"What about Halloween?" Duff asked, holding the box up

"Eh too predictable" Y/n nodded her head

"Okay but when we went to go see it you almost cried!" Duff laughed

Y/n laughed along with him, "Duff I was eight!"

"Oh my god Duff we have to watch this one" Y/n said as she held up 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre'

"That one freaks me out" Duff said

"Comon, i've never watched it before!" Y/n pleaded

"Alright fine but if you end up wanting to sleep in my bed im gonna kill you" Duff laughed

"I was eight!" The girl reminded him

"Excuses Excuses" Duff tutted

Mandy came back with the bowl of popcorn, setting it on the table in front of them as Duff put in the movie into their VHS box.

Y/n payed attention to some of the movie, before her mind went back to what had happened earlier. Maybe she should've just made it clear to Slash that she didn't sleep with John. But she thought about how Slash was already barking at her once she stepped foot into the house-

"HOLY SHIT!" She heard Duff say, interrupting her thoughts.

Y/n laughed as she stared at the TV in front of her, being unable to put her attention back into the movie. What a fucken mess has this all been. She can’t just be on bad terms with Slash, she thought. She's always around him, and they might just kill each other. Then everyone’s gonna know what happened!

At some point during the movie, don't ask Y/n which one. The girl fell asleep. And Duff & Mandy left her there, on the couch.

Eleven pm, pt. 1 of Day 12

Y/n woke up to the sound of Duff and Mandy laughing about god knows what in the kitchen. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up.

Y/n walked into the kitchen, "See, I told you i wasn't gonna wanna sleep in your bed" She spoke in a raspy voice.

"Yea thats only cause you fell asleep through half of the movie!" Duff looked at her.

"Yea yea, god my fucken neck hurts" The dark haired girl said, hand on the back of her neck.

"Yeaaa that's on us, probably should've told you to go to your bed" Mandy said, sipping on her coffee

"You should've, it feels like I just slept on bricks" Y/n said as she tiredly walked towards the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, splashed her face with cold water, then headed to her room.

She changed into a simple outfit (her top is the picture at the bottom of the title, imagine whatever bottoms you want). As she was putting on mascara, Duff opened the door.

"Hey kid" He said leaning on the door

"Hey Duff, whats up?" she smiled at him through the broken mirror in front of her

"Nothing, I'm about to head into work" He said, pointing at his collared shirt

"Ou that sucks" The girl said

"Hell yea it does, what are your plans for today?" He asked her

"I'm not sure" The girl said "Might just chill today, maybe go for a walk later" She shrugged.

Duff nodded his head at her "Alright well just be safe, sorry i have to leave you alone again"

"It's alright, maybe we can hang out tomorrow" Y/n looked at him

"Tomorrows perfect, I have nothing in my schedule" He said

"Schedule, like if your some business man" Y/n laughed

"Hey I'll have you know I take my job at mcdonalds very seriously" Duff looked at her with a stern face, before they both bursted into laughter.

Mandy walked to Y/ns doorway and smiled at the two laughing, feeling bad that she had to cut this moment short.

Duff looked at Mandy, "Ready to go?" he asked, smile still on his face

"Yea i am, see you later Y/n!" Mandy said

Y/n waved at her "Bye Mandy"

Duff walked up to her and gave her a pat on the head, "I'll be back soon, be safe"

Y/n nodded her head, "You too, see you later, love you"

"Love you too Y/n" Duff smiled at her as he walked out the door.

Y/n walked around the house for a while, called all her friends back in Seattle for a while, which she immediately regretted because now she had a severe case of homesickness, and surprisingly, she even missed her mom.

She sighed to herself, bored of being alone when she finally decided where she was gonna go.

Y/n held the strap of her bag as she tried to remember the directions of this place. Speaking to herself as if that would help.

"Okay... i think i should take a left" she spoke to herself, looking at all the houses around her, trying to recognize the hell house.

She saw a house across the street from her with a many kegs outside and walked towards it, it didn't really take a genius to figure out some rockstars lived here.

And as Y/n walked through the front door, a girl was walking out. The girl broke her neck to take a good look at her. And Y/n hates to judge, but she was about 99.9 percent sure that, that girl was a prostitute.

She finally stepped into the house to find Izzy sitting on the couch, guitar in his hands.

"Hey Iz" The girl said

Izzy already had his eyebrows furrowed, asking himself what the fuck was Y/n doing here. "Hey Y/n" he said

"Where’s Slash?" The girl asked

Izzy shaked his head as he lazily pointed to a door.

"Thanks Izzy" The girl said as she walked into the room.

"The fuck are you doing here" Slash said as he laid on the bed, the blanket only covering his privates.

Y/n rolled her eyes, able to piece two and two together, Slash fucked that girl! "I'm just here to know if your still butthurt, but i can see you are"

Slash lit a cigarette up, "Well now you know, so you can get out of here"

"I didn't fuck John by the way" She said

"Like i care" Slash quickly responded

"Sure you don't, you're just the one who got soooo asshurt that you had to go fuck a hooker" Y/n crossed her arms

"Seems like now you're asshurt" Slash rolled his eyes

"Don't worry, I'm not worried about whatever loose pussy you're fucking" Y/n laughed in his face.

Slash got up, holding the blanket at his privates, cigarette in his mouth. "You better shut the fuck up Y/n"

"Or what- Okay no. Look lets just let this go alright?" Y/n said, trying to just end this stupid fight.

"No no i don't have to let shit go" Slash said, removing the cigarette from his mouth.

"See thats your fucken issue! You could never let shit go!" Y/n said, annoyed.

"No this is your fault! You left me there like some fucken idiot!" Slash raised his voice.

"Okay shit Im sorry dude!" Y/n began to raise her voice also, she was becoming threatened by Slash, "I just had to get some shit sorted out!"

"Oh yea okay, like fucking him!" Slash responded

Y/n threw her hands in the air "I didn't fuck him!", "Why don't you believe me!"

"How do you expect me to! You're a fucken slut who likes to throw herself to everyone who just looks at her" Slash yelled, immediately regretting the words that came out of his mouth.

Y/n disgustingly looked at him up and down, "You’re one to fucken talk" She scoffed as she opened the door, walking out of the room and walking out of this stupid fucken house.

"Bye Iz" She said as she was leaving, hearing Slash calling out for her.

"What the fuck did you guys do?" Izzy looked at Slash, who had guilt written all over his face.

Y/n scoffed to herself as she walked back home, tears threatening to leave her eyes, what the fuck did Slash know? He didn't know jackshit about her!

The girl eventually made her way back to Duff's place, sitting on her bed as she considered calling John and telling him what had happened, since she had confessed to him what happened at the night of the party, buttt she did leave out the part where he interrupted her and Slash's make out session. So she eventually decided against calling him.

Smoking a cigarette, the phone rang. She got up to answer, praying that it wasn't Slash.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/n!" She heard John at the other end of the phone.

"Hey Fru" She smiled at his voice

"Y/n i have a invitation for you" John said

"Invitation?" The girl questioned

"Yea, invitation. Do you wanna go to a party with me?"

"Where is this party?" The girl asked.

"Somewhere around here, pleaseeeee go with me" John begged

"Okay okay, I was gonna say yes anyways, what time?" The girl asked

"I'll pick you up at eleven" He said

"Alright, is it cool if i tell Duff im sleeping over at yours?" The girl said, Duff wouldn't have an issue if was just sleeping over, she thought.

"Yea thats cool, see you later alligator" He said, and Y/n could just feel him smiling at the other end.

"In a while, crocodile" She said, cringing at herself.

"HA! i knew you would break one day" John laughed

"Shut up Fru" Y/n smiled as she hung up the phone.

This probably wasn't a good idea, but fuck it.

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YASSS gonna have the next chapter up as soon as I can, hope you guys enjoyed!!!

xxxgnrbitch

Tagged: @hoodiesandicedcoffee

[blookmallow]

ok here we go heres all my fuckign endgame stuff for ruby's main plotline. ive been hoarding screenshots forever i dont even know how long ago this was now

bro holy fuck

i M LOSING MY MIND!!! LOOK AT THIS

i am so fuckening confused

ruby and. her son, i guess,

im putting this post together way way way after the fact so i don't fully remember how i felt when i discovered this but like. i don't. know what to do with this. it isn't that much of a shock that he's become Old since. up until this point its extremely unclear how much time actually passed between freezings (except that it was 200 years from the initial freeze to the escape). so the thought that maybe he was alive somewhere but really old had occurred to me. but how do you even begin to try to have a relationship now. are we even family anymore, really.

skeletons!! i like them

im not sure what the hell Happened with super mutants. i guess they were intended to be. well, super human, but why did the institute just. release them everywhere. i forget if there was stated information about this but like when you encounter hostile synths they're Doing Something for the institute, super mutants are just. being super mutants and killing everything

found a weird floating spark that was just kinda stuck here. no idea why

anyway so. i tried really hard to play this civilly. the institute has done great evil but there's also just. families in here. there's scientists genuinely trying to make worthwhile advances. the big problem with the institute is the lack of regard for anyone else's rights, they have incredible incredible resources and are choosing to use them only for their own purposes. "Father" was intending to hand control over to me. with the right leadership, they could be using these resources to help people. just outright destroying it all and killing everyone inside regardless of anything would be such a loss. they have such potential for positive change in the commonwealth, in the world.

but despite the fact that you are being given control of the institute, despite the fact that the player character depending on your choices can be such a massively influential leader, you just don't get to make that choice. you aren't allowed to create change or negotiate peace. i tried working with them very cautiously up until i hit a wall where i was forced to decide between "destroy the railroad" and "destroy the institute" and i absolutely could not betray the railroad for these people

but before that, i suddenly got raided by the brotherhood out of fucking nowhere, which i understand now that ive started kind of acting as a double agent in the brotherhood on another file and learned they're pretty violently against synths and anyone who wants to help them

but if you don't do any of their quests there's really no buildup to this. i helped danse out that one time and we just never really talked again because i didn't want to join and then suddenly they're marching into my fucking HQ

how fucking dare they. honestly. i am still not over this. i will never be over this

i was really fucking mad about them tearing up HQ and about glory so i stormed into the "take out the prydwen" questline. at first

this was deacon's brilliant disguise for infiltrating the brotherhood. some fucking how this worked. how does he do it

but during the course of the infiltration i did some poking around to see what was in here first. and again i found lots of people believing they're doing the right thing. people who have been brainwashed and manipulated. people who are arrogant and self-righteous, sure, but do they deserve to die for it? there were children in here. i found a note from a child writing home to his parents out there somewhere. that kid is dead now because of me

everyone on that ship is dead. the game plays this as a triumphant victory. i wanted this at first because i was acting on Revenge but watching it all burn down just made me feel sick.

i never found danse again. he's no longer at the police station and i couldn't find him on the ship or in the wreckage. i never did anything with him beyond the first intro quest thing before you get the option to join the brotherhood (and honestly thus far on my other file he barely has a personality. i havent reached full affinity yet though) but the fact that we hung out together that one time and got on pretty well is still in the back of my mind and i really wish i could get the closure of like. finding out if he's dead or not. but since i never recruited him as a companion i can't track him and i don't think i can access like, console commands or w/e on steamdeck so i guess ill just never know

so. then the institute

i dont know why i dont have a screenshot from before things went to shit but anyway i was so fucking excited to see gorillas in here and they all ended up dead during the revolt. i guess i dont know what animals still exist out there in the world but i feel personally responsible for the extinction of the last remaining gorillas as of right now and let me tell you. it doesn't feel good

i didnt want this!! i didnt want any of this!

i dont feel responsible for shaun's death specifically since. he was dying anyway. but it doesn't help to know that technically i probably killed him first.

so. that's two mass murders/at least borderline genocides im now personally responsible for. this, also, was portrayed in game as a victory and a triumph. i just felt empty. we stopped two dangerous forces, but we killed so fucking many people to do it. i want to say the point is war never changes, but it felt like i was supposed to feel like "hooray we won we defeated the evil" rather than feeling like im just continuing the cycle of murder and destruction that brought the world to this state in the first place which seems incredibly against the point. i still feel just as strongly as i ever did that mass murder is not and is never the answer. this feels wrong. this doesn't feel like a win, to me.

sighs. yeah man. we still gotta worry about aliens

i brought synth shaun out with me. he seems to believe he's the original shaun? i don't know what to do with that. i have no difficulty accepting him as my kid, but he's fundamentally not the original shaun. that baby is gone. that baby grew up without me and became a man who is now dead. this is my second child and i feel like it would be better to acknowledge that than to treat him as if he were the child i lost. technically original shaun made him with his own dna and his memories so he's kind of my grandson.

i also don't know what his life is going to be like, it sounds like he was created as specifically a "child synth" - not a baby, and all other synths start as adults, so it seems like they don't age. nick is a prototype so we don't know how he compares to the current generation but he's been around for ages

so presumably synth shaun is going to just be a child forever. he'll have codsworth, curie, nick, and hancock to look after him, though. i think he'll be alright.

mildly concerning meta implications here but sure

i brought him to the castle, it's my most well-established and well defended settlement and it's where preston and curie live when they're not with me, so it felt like a good place for him. i don't usually leave codsworth at the castle but i brought him to see shaun anyway

i built him his own room and everything

[patchworkgargoyle]

Three Fics Tag Game!

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!"

Thanks for tagging me @atlantablack!!

1. Fussin' Over Scars on my Soul

Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | 34,151 | E | No Archive Warnings Apply

Jaskier is recovering from a few bad life choices. Geralt rescues mistreated farm animals and runs a ranch while parenting his daughter, Ciri. Yennefer decides to meddle a little.

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He cuts quite the figure, leaning over ever so casually in the little kitchen. The hair at his temples is pulled back from his face, revealing more of that sharp, stubble-covered jaw. Of course Yennefer would know a handsome hermit. Honestly. He looks like he could wear armour and be right at home romping across a medieval countryside. Geralt isn't Jaskier usual type, but he's the definition of easy on the eyes.

He might not be as well-muscled as his host, be he can do a few things! He has, in fact, successfully built IKEA furniture, by himself, and it never collapsed. "I will earn my stay, and who knows, maybe you'll find me a capable farm hand," he retorts, flicking his hair out of his face.

One of Geralt's eyebrows slowly raises, doubtful. "Hm," is all the provides in response.

notes: I feel like this is only my most popular because it's my oldest (that's still in existence) and I was posting it at the height of The Witcher fandom's burst in popularity because of the Netflix show's first season. I don't think it's... good? It's fine. But it's what got me back into writing, since the response was so positive.

2. Don't Want Your Heart (Between My Teeth)

Karl Heisenberg/Reader | 53,354 | E | Graphic Depictions of Violence

You have a regular customer at the cafe you work at: and old man named Heisenberg, a mouthy charmer who takes way too much sugar in his coffee. He mocks your poor Romanian and looks scruffy as hell, leading you to believe he's just a down-on-his-luck vagrant that's taken a liking to you. But you learn there's much more to him after you "rescue" him from being mugged, like how good he looks once he's tidied himself up a bit, and also... he had the power to control metal? What the fuck.

Alternate title: Karl Heisenberg Deserves a Vacation.

Our metal bastard man (affectionate) managed to slip out of the village, and out of Mother Miranda's grasp, about a decade before the events of RE8. He planned to make the most of it before she tracked him down again and found himself wandering the streets of Bucharest before you (fem!reader) take him in, much to his reluctance.

notes: The longest thing I've ever written. How I churned this out in two months (holy shit) I have no fucken clue. I'm still kinda proud of this, though I wish I'd planned it out better, and I won't forget it for the friends it brought me.

3. Boys Don't Cry

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 5,124 | T+ | No Archive Warnings Apply

Dustin, having called shotgun, sighed and went on a rant about Will and Jonathan's shared tastes in melodramatic music, completely oblivious to Steve's sudden change in mood, for which he's grateful. Steve had taken to keeping a few cassettes in his car for the kids so they'd stop complaining about him just listening to the radio, and though it meant working out a system so no one complained - loudly - about playing favourites, he was at least glad to have something around for them. like the radio, he'd just tune it out, not bother to listen to the lyrics. But this.

But I just keep on laughing

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

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Steve listens to a cassette from Will, and the lyrics hit him harder than he woud've expected. Finally, he lets himself feel everything he's bottled up from the past four years of horrors, and makes a big change that he needs a little help fixing up.

notes: My most recently posted fic, at least on ao3. This is my foray into punk!Steve, and I do mean to write more (I have a few wips in the works for it). I think it's very melodramatic but cute, so long as you don't mind the song lyrics being in the fic itself.

Also, jesus christ, my summaries are Not Short.

tagging: @hell-on-training-wheels because I know for sure you have a plethora of fics!

[j-jinxee]

Hello! Can I have a Cherri Bomb x Female Reader? It could be fluff headcannons!

Of course— only if you want to.

Thanks ;; stay safe! <3

CHERRI BOMB HC'S -☆

TYPE - Cherri Bomb x Reader

WARNINGS - None!

authors note - heyy, tysm for requesting <3 I didn't plan to write for Cherri at all so I'm sry if this is short or not to your liking 🤞🏻

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✮ Cherri never really thought she'd be into anyone romantically, sure she fooled around with some random hotties at the club, but none of them were anything more than casual hookups.

✮ That was, until she met you. At first she thought it was the same as every other night, that was until she didn't feel the need to leave.

✮ Usually after a hookup she just said cheers and left, but this time, she actually wanted to stay, talk to you, just be around you in general.

✮ Since then, you're relationship has been stronger than any others in Hell. You have eachothers backs, to put it simply, whether that be in battle or in bed.

✮ You've taught eachother alot aswell, she taught you things like how to properly protect yourself, how to tell what's laced with shit that'll kill you, and how to have a proper good fuckin time.

✮ You've taught her the difference between helping a friend and enabling them, how to accept her own feelings, and how to have a good time in other ways.

✮ She finds comfort in you even if she doesn't know it, she never had anywhere to go when she was feeling down before you. Well, she used to go hang with Angel but she still acted like her usual self, although now, she feels she doesn't need to when she's with you.

✮ BEST hype gf everr like omg she will gas you tf up no matter what the subject is. Your outfit? "You look hot as fuck babe! Holy shit am I lucky" Something you made? "How the fuck do you come up with shit? It blows my fucken mind!" Whatever it is, she's there to hype it uppp!!

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✮ Definitely into just chilling at home with you. She'll order some food (doubt there's food delivery in hell but yk), put on some shitty movie for yous to just laugh at, and just fully enjoy your company, even if you're sitting in silence.

✮ You were a healthy change of pace for her. A partner that goes with her flow, but also has a current of their own, which she never knew she liked, until you.

Again I'm sorry this is short but I'm not the best at writing for female character PLUS fluff so imma just pray u like it lmao 🤞🏻 Cheers x

[wabblebees]

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[chernayawidow]

FUCKEN OATH LETS DO THIS!!! OH MY GOD I’M SO KEEN AFTER THAT CLIFF HANGER YOU WENT AND LEFT US ON!! My only comfort is knowing that she can’t die because we know she’s alive in the future 🥺

“You fled with Jon, Frank, and Loco to escape the bowels of Vought Tower.” — ✨ The Bowels of Vought Tower ✨

“Frank kicked through a locked door on the way to the nearest stairwell. You and Jon made it through, but a huge chunk of debris fell, cutting Loco off from the rest of you.” — NOO LOCO!! Goddamn why couldn’t Asshole Jon be the one who got cut off 😩 that would be too easy for you, you prefer watching me suffer 😭

“With your gun trained on the doctor, you grabbed a glass container and smashed it to the ground, making her flinch. Stale-smelling yellow liquid splattered on the floor, and you realized then what kind of “sample” it must’ve been.” — ATTA GIRL POOKIE!! Keeping your mans DNA safe cause your the only one allowed to reproduce with it 😤

“Guess who’s going to help me get them out?” You glanced at Frank, who didn’t look pleased. “Don’t make that face. I’ll be fine.” — I have to keep repeating to myself that I know she’s not going to die, but I’m still so stressed out!! 😩

““The tower’s literally falling apart as we speak!” Jon exclaimed.” — Pookie, for once your useless sperm donor has a point…

“He’d grabbed a discarded gun from the floor when he’d gotten back up to his feet. He now used it to shoot Stan in the leg, to stop him from fleeing. The man cried out and went down hard on the newly installed tile.” — Hell yeah, maybe he can’t kill Stan but shooting him in the leg was a smart as move! Also Stan cried out? I didn’t realise he was capable of that much emotion 😂 maybe he cried out because he was afraid of damaging the newly installed tile 🤷‍♀️

“But just when he was a mere three feet from the door, a massive panel of the ceiling (along with a silver light fixture), crashed down over him. If the concrete hadn’t crushed his bones, the ceiling light would’ve impaled him—right through his chest.” — Jesus Christ that’s brutal (but much deserved)!!

“Oh my God, she’s still in there!” she said. She turned on her comm and called your name. “Where the hell are you?” — As much as Annie annoys me at times, I still love her and her humanity. I would trust her with my life 🫶

“Predictably, Soldier Boy got on the line next. “What? Where the fuck are you?” — Uh oh… 😅 he ain’t gonna be happy to hear her reasoning…

“You watched with wide eyes as Black Noir revoked his arm from your father’s body with a wet, horrific sound. You gasped when Jon fell to his knees.” — HOLY FUCK! I’M SPEECHLESS!!

“Because Soldier Boy now stood between him and his targets.” — That’s fucking right! Cause as long as he’s around, ain’t nobody hurting his pookie!! 😤

“Ben grabbed a knife from the other supe’s belt, and he was able to break skin, stabbing into the center of the man’s chest. He didn’t let go until the clone’s gray eyes were truly lifeless.” — Ding dong the cockroach is finally fucken dead WOOH! 🤙

“But Ben knew that he’d wasted a lot of time. For all his bravado, he had let himself be manipulated and controlled. For fame and money and women, and everything else that came with that.” — It’s good that he’s finally acknowledging that. It makes me wonder what path he would’ve gone down if he wasn’t handed over to the Russian’s, if he would’ve stayed with Vought until present day or not.

“Your hair was loose, and he slid careful fingers through it. He felt a small knot forming behind your head. He touched your pale cheek…” — I’m such a sucker for him when he’s tender with her, especially with the whole aspect of him running his fingers through her hair 🫶

“You weren’t lying entirely on the ground. You’d fallen on a small pile of rubble, and sticking out an inch below your shoulder was a thick piece of rebar.” — She’s alive in the future she’s alive in the future she’s alive in the future…

““I can do this all fucking day,” he said with a smirk.” — Okay Steve ‘if he could swear’ Rogers 💀

“Ben watched the exchange with interest. You seemed to have a good way with kids…” — I can see him with a checklist, and I’m betting he’s mentally noting ‘good with kids’.

““…Soldier Boy,” the kid replied in a small voice. His large brown eyes were filled with tears as he sniffed. His short hair and dark tan skin were covered with dust, so Ben could see the path of his tears down his cheeks and neck. He gave Devon an attempt at a smile and nodded.” — This is so cute 😭 Pookie better be seeing this adorable ass interaction 🥹

“Finally, some of the debris near Yvette cleared a small hole above the ground, revealing Kimiko. Her eyes widened with excitement, her mouth falling open in a quiet gasp.” — YESS KIMIKO!!! HELL YEAH WE’RE SAVED, DEVON IS SAVED!!

““Uh, you can do this,” he said, gruff and a bit awkward.” — I’M WHEEZING!! He’s trying at least and that’s what matters 😂

“When M.M. was eventually able to take the boy’s hand, he met Ben’s gaze, which was mostly covered by stoicism.” — Is this gonna make M.M. give his seal of approval? 👀

(And did you catch the small Captain America reference? 😏) — I KNEW YOU DID THAT INTENTIONALLY!! CAN’T GET ANYTHING PAST ME!!!

HOLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER WAS EVEN MORE EVENTFUL THEN THE LAST!!! And that teaser is already ripping my soul apart so thanks for that 😩 I’m speechless!! I’m so so speechless with how amazing this all was!! Stan Edgar finally met his much deserved end, and the same goes for Jon. Although I do feel for Pookie, especially after the heart to heart he attempted to have with her. And Ben’s interaction with Devon melted my heart (and Pookie better have seen it mwahahahahahh)! Oh my god I’m in agonising anticipation now for the next chapter AHHHHH!!! 😭💖

Break Me Down - Part 16

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

AN: *Deep inhale, deeper exhale* Okay. You ready? 

Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: Blood and peril, violence, angst, and yet another cliffhanger. (Last one, I promise!) 

Part 16: Soldier Boy

You fled with Jon, Frank, and Loco to escape the bowels of Vought Tower. 

You all were lucky that the Security & Surveillance room hadn’t been caught in the blast, but on the monitors you had seen it carve through the center of the building like a beam of light. 

You could freak out about that later though. Now you were in flight mode, just trying to survive and evade falling debris and unsteady ground. 

Frank kicked through a locked door on the way to the nearest stairwell. You and Jon made it through, but a huge chunk of debris fell, cutting Loco off from the rest of you. 

You gasped and went to the doorway, trying to see if you could help push it out of the way. But more of the ceiling was still falling and threatened to crush you. Frank pulled you back, even though you knew he was worried too.

“Just go!” Loco said. “I’ll find another way out.”

“Head east,” Jon said. “There’s another stairwell by Human Resources.”

“Vought HR. What a fucking joke,” you couldn’t help but quip. But after Loco took off, you grabbed Frank’s arm and headed down the hall. You could see the “EXIT” sign up ahead. It led to a gray door, where several people were fleeing down the stairs. 

Including Dr. Tonya Baker and three of her guards. 

You and Frank stopped her before the door with your guns raised. Frank killed each guard with precision, while you kept your gun aimed on the good doctor. She raised her hand in wide-eyed surrender, but her other hand held a briefcase. You gestured to it with your gun.

“What’s that? Open it up,” you said. When the doctor hesitated, you pointed the gun back in her face. “Now.”

Gritting her teeth, she obliged you by entering the code that would unlock the briefcase. Jon took it from her and showed you its contents.

There were several files and blue vials of what you assumed were Compound V. However, you noticed three small white containers that weren’t like the rest. They were labeled: Soldier Boy. 

“What are these?” you asked. Dr. Baker was tight-lipped, until you pressed the gun between her eyes. 

“DNA samples,” she answered reluctantly. Your face fell, then hardened into a glare. 

“Well, fuck that,” you said.

With your gun trained on the doctor, you grabbed a glass container and smashed it to the ground, making her flinch. Stale-smelling yellow liquid splattered on the floor, and you realized then what kind of “sample” it must’ve been. Jon grimaced; some of it had splashed onto his shoes.

“Thank you,” he groused. 

“Oh, I’m not done,” you said. And you did the same to the last two containers. You took the briefcase from your father and gave it to Frank. “Take this and Madam Fritz here to the S.A.”

“What are you about to do?” Frank asked, though he took the briefcase from you (and laid a firm hand on Dr. Baker’s shoulder). “I don’t like that damn look in your eye.”

You turned to the scientist. “Did you see anyone else still in the building?”

“A few,” she admitted. “Mostly in the lower floors. Admin, Customer Service, R&D.”

Your eyes flew wide in alarm. Yvette, your friend who worked in Customer Service. She could be trapped down there…

Jon turned to you with a frown. “They only way they’re getting out is when the Fire Department comes to collect the bodies.”

You glared back and raised your gun at him next. 

“Guess who’s going to help me get them out?” You glanced at Frank, who didn’t look pleased. “Don’t make that face. I’ll be fine.”

“The tower’s literally falling apart as we speak!” Jon exclaimed. He tried to push your gun away from his face, but you held it aloft. 

“Move your ass or catch a bullet,” you snapped. “We’re going to Customer Service first.”

Ben continued to fight Black Noir.

He still wanted to cave in Stan Edgar’s skull, and it had the added benefit of giving Butcher and his team the cover they needed to try and escape the tower. That wasn’t in his mind though. He was focused on his two targets. 

He’d grabbed a discarded gun from the floor when he’d gotten back up to his feet. He now used it to shoot Stan in the leg, to stop him from fleeing. The man cried out and went down hard on the newly installed tile. 

Ben raised the gun again to shoot him between the eyes, but Noir stopped him. He grabbed Ben’s arm and hurled him over his shoulder. He landed in the broken shambles of Stan’s desk, and the impact further destabilized the top floor of the building. 

Parts of the ceiling had already begun to break off, and Stan noticed. He tried to drag himself towards the door while Soldier Boy was distracted. Blood trailed after his bleeding leg, but he was determined, fighting for his life. 

In fact, he almost made it. 

But just when he was a mere three feet from the door, a massive panel of the ceiling (along with a silver light fixture), crashed down over him. If the concrete hadn’t crushed his bones, the ceiling light would’ve impaled him—right through his chest. 

Ben watched the scene from where he half-lay on the ground in the rubble. His eyes marginally widened, but then his mouth quirked in satisfaction. One down…

His hand closed over a metal rod, yanking it from a piece of rock and wood, and he got to his feet. When Noir flew at him again, Ben lodged the metal rod deep into his exposed ear. If it had worked for Maeve on Homelander, he’d figured it could work on Noir.

And it did. The supe remained mute, expressionless, but the projectile lodged into his ear canal still made him wince. He clawed at it with shaking hands, trying to get it out. Ben didn’t give him a chance—he drop kicked the other supe into the large glass window.

They’d given this clone Homelander’s strength, but forgot to give him flight, it seemed. Because the supe fell and kept falling off the side of the tower. 

Ben stood there in the center of the destroyed room. 

He panted for breath, only then did he notice his own fatigue. His limbs felt heavy, and it nearly buckled his knees. He forced himself to stay upright. Ben would never admit it, but whatever than gun had blasted him with, it did a number on him. 

Ignoring how his hand shook, he raised it to his ear. 

“Stan Edgar’s dead,” he said. “So is Noir, probably. I’m headed down.”

Hughie helped Butcher to the van in the garage, but he stopped short. An ex-military-looking guy was walking toward him with a briefcase in hand, and leading a doctor in a lab coat with the other. 

“It’s you!” M.M. recognized him with a sharpening gaze. “From the airport. You’re one of Soldier Boy’s men.”

Frank gave the doctor over to M.M., informing them that you had asked him to put Dr. Baker into custody. At the mention of your name, Annie’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God, she’s still in there!” she said. She turned on her comm and called your name. “Where the hell are you?”

“Uh…little busy at the moment,” you replied. 

Predictably, Soldier Boy got on the line next. 

“What? Where the fuck are you?”

Annie grimaced at the man’s tone. But she marveled, because she could hear the depths of his worry for you.

“Still in the tower. Some people are trapped on the second floor,” you replied. Soldier Boy’s growl of frustration came through. 

“Where are you exactly?” he demanded.

“Admin department, second floor,” you told Ben. You were prying open the door to the former when the ground beneath your feet trembled. “Oh shit!”

You needed both hands to stabilize yourself against the wall, but it was Jon who helped you stay upright. And he finished what you started, wrenching open the door and letting out a crowd of desperate people clamoring to get out. 

Once most of them passed, you and Jon slipped inside the large Administration office. Inside were various cubicles, conference rooms, and internal offices, one of which was Customer Service. That was your goal as you jogged through the halls. Jon fell into step with you.

“Look,” Jon began. “Everything I did—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said sharply. “I don’t have time for a meaningless heart-to-heart with you.”

You called out for Yvette, or anyone still trapped inside one of the offices. You heard a distant voice respond, and you followed it. You were led all the way to the end of the hall, where a chunk of debris had fallen outside of a glass office door. Inside was a group of about ten people.

“Okay, hold on!” you told them. “Stand back from the door.”

You and your father worked to clear the debris. But he looked up at you with something you’d never seen before in his eyes, though you refused to acknowledge it now. 

“When I came back from Vietnam, I saw what this country had become. How these asshole supes had taken over the goddamn world,” Jon said, though it was labored between bouts of lifting. 

He briefly grasped at his chest in pain. And you remembered then that Ben had broken at least his arm and collarbone. He even wore a cast on his forearm, which you finally noticed beneath his jacket sleeve. 

“You were different from your sister. Even at a young age, I saw that spark of fire in you. Hardheaded, even at the best of times,” he said, with a flicker of a smile. “I just wanted to make sure you were strong enough to handle this snake pit of a fucking world.”

He paused to look up at you. “But you were strong in spite of me.”

You had to stop and catch your breath. As his words registered, tears began to burn in your eyes. But you refused to let them fall. Nor did you respond.

Once the doorway was clear, you were able to open the door and let the people out. The last of them was Yvette, and her son Devon.

“Oh my God,” she gasped when she saw you. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she pulled you into a hug, and you returned it. 

“Are you okay?” you asked in relief. She tried and failed at a smile. Still weeping, she took her eight-year-old son’s hand and guided him out along with her. 

“Well, now we are. What are you doing here?”

“I’ll explain later. Come on,” you said. You flashed Devon a smile and reached out your hand. “Hey, Devon. Let’s go, buddy.”

He was crying, but he nodded and grabbed your hand too. 

“He had a stomachache,” Yvette whispered to you. “I pulled him out of school early. I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s okay, we’re getting out,” you told her. Jon brought up the rear to make sure you all made it out of the office unit safely. 

You made it down to the gift shop on the first floor, but a small crowd had formed at the back exit to the garage—which by now, was the only safe route out of the tower. The lobby was completely destroyed. 

The problem was, the garage exit was now blocked by debris as well.

“All right,” Jon sighed. “There’s another way, through the custodian entrance—”

Three shots rang out. You ducked and took Yvette with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

Jon had a gloved fist punched through his chest cavity. 

You watched with wide eyes as Black Noir revoked his arm from your father’s body with a wet, horrific sound. You gasped when Jon fell to his knees.

But to your shock, the supe glanced right past you, Yvette, and Devon. His pale gray eyes focused on only the men in the room. He then strode forward and began picking them off one by one.

You shakily pointed out a large aisle of A-Train merchandise for your friend to hide behind. Yvette pulled her son in that direction, while you went to your father where he laid on the ground. 

With difficulty, you rolled him onto his back. You then laid a hand on his shoulder, while the other hovered over his chest. Blood pooled through the gaping chasm in his Vought-issued black jacket. 

Your lower lip trembled, and you realized then that you were crying as he struggled for breath. Even after everything he’d done to you—to your family—it still hurt you to see him like this…to know that he was dying. 

And there was no time. Not to save him, or for resolution…

“Dad,” you tried, but he stopped you. His brows were furrowed with pain, but he gripped your wrist tight. 

“Run,” he said. He held on for a moment or two longer, but when the light faded from his eyes, you closed yours. 

You struggled against a sob. His grip eased from your wrist, and you laid his hand to rest on the ground. 

Protect yourself, your sister’s voice reminded you. You couldn’t stay out in the open like this. Black Noir had finished with the men, and now was starting in on the rest of the survivors. It seemed that without a handler, the clone had no orders to fulfill except his own. 

With a ragged breath, you retrieved the gun from your belt and had to leave your father behind. 

You joined Yvette and Devon behind the A-Train aisle and warned them with a finger over your lips to stay quiet. You pressed a shaking finger to the comm in your ear. 

“Ben, where are you?” you asked. Maybe he heard the tremor in your voice, because you certainly read the concern in his.

“You’re not on the second floor. Where are you?”

You closed your eyes for a beat. “On the first floor. The garage is blocked and Noir has us bottlenecked.”

“I’m almost there. Just stay put,” Ben said. His tone was firm, and it reassured you. You nodded, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. 

“Yeah, not going anywhere in a hurry,” you whispered.

You could hear the agonized screams of people dying in the room, but you knew you couldn’t do anything about it. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you looked back at your father’s body on the cold ground. But with a determined breath, you looked at Yvette and Devon, who were clearly terrified. 

You cocked your gun and nodded at them to move forward down the aisle, but to stay low to the ground. The custodian entrance was on the first floor, but it was in the east wing of the tower. You were in the west wing. The only feasible way out was through the blocked garage exit, just up ahead. 

But so was Black Noir. The only thing you could do was stay alive long enough for Ben to find you. Because there was no way you could exit the room the way you came without Noir spotting you. 

Fuck. This wasn’t going to be easy. And all the while, the tower could come crashing down at any moment. The tremors in the walls and in the ground were increasing with every minute as pieces of the floor above continued to fall. 

A nightmare, for which you’d surely need copious amounts of therapy, if you survived this. 

No sooner had that thought filtered through your mind, when a katana flashed above your head, decapitating a cardboard cutout of The Deep. Yvette and Devon yelped in fright, but you grabbed them and shoved them forward into a sprint down the aisle with your head bowed. 

Bullets ripped after you, into the ground and the rows of merch. You turned a corner and stopped behind a large metal shelf lined with Queen Maeve plushies. 

But the three of you screamed when the katana ripped through the shelf, and one of the unfortunate plushies. 

You all stumbled into the open, where Noir soon found you. He raised his katana level with your face, and your eyes grew wide. But before the blade could slice into you, Noir was yanked back and thrown across the room, into the far wall with a heavy impact. He recovered, of course, but he paused.

Because Soldier Boy now stood between him and his targets. 

You looked up at Ben with relieved tears in your eyes—both for him saving your life, and just at the sight of him. He mostly looked all right, if a bit worse for wear. You knew you were much the same, dusty, bruised, and tearful. 

He flashed you a quirk of a smile. 

“Go, get out of here,” he said. 

“We can’t,” you started to say, but an explosion behind you made you flinch. You turned to see that the debris covering the garage exit had been cleared. It its place was M.M., Annie, Kimiko, and Frenchie, the latter waving a spare stick of dynamite. You smirked, even though your eyes glittered with unshed tears. 

“Okay, let’s go!” You reached for Devon and helped Yvette pick him up.

However, the dynamite blast had ruined what small semblance of stability was left in the ground floor. The ceiling began to fall—first near the exit, then right behind you, cutting you off from Ben. You gasped, but you didn’t have time to call out to him. 

And you heard M.M. and Annie calling out to you. All you could do was push Yvette forward, then drag her back when a massive chunk of concrete nearly fell on her and her son. 

But that’s when you lost your footing, and your balance, tipping backwards with a halting shriek.

You were trapped. Ben knew it the moment the wall of debris cut you off from him. He heard your voice, your scream, but he knew he couldn’t help you until he finished off Noir, for the last time. 

“All right, Earving. Let’s make this quick,” Ben said. “I don’t know if there’s any part of you left in there, but this would be a good fucking time to come out with some last words.”

The gray-eyed supe just stared back at him. His katana was drawn, and he slowly slid back into a crouched stance. Ben’s body tensed as well. The effects of Noir’s gun were still making his hands shake, but Ben clenched them into fists. He couldn’t afford weakness right now. 

So when Noir ran forward, Ben waited for the supe to come to him. He dodged the swipe of the blade, and threw out smart punches and combinations that started to push Noir back.

The blade came down again, but Ben blocked it with his shield. It cut through the top of it. But Ben used the momentary pause to kick Noir straight in the chest. He tore the blade from his shield and threw it away. Then he tossed his shield like a fatal frisbee. 

The supe narrowly dodged it, but he couldn’t escape Ben grappling him to the ground. He put all his energy into lighting the nuclear fuse in his chest. 

It was hard to keep it steady after the destabilizing gun, but no matter how Noir thrashed, Ben squeezed around his neck with all his might to keep him pinned. With a ragged yell, a flash of power escaped him. It fried through Noir’s suit, though it only lightly burned his skin. 

When the power ran its course, Noir lost his strength. The clone was now powerless. 

Ben grabbed a knife from the other supe’s belt, and he was able to break skin, stabbing into the center of the man’s chest. He didn’t let go until the clone’s gray eyes were truly lifeless.

Ben drew in ragged breaths. Gathering his strength, he pushed off of Noir and managed, with difficulty, back onto his feet. He felt satisfied, but maybe there was a bitter tinge to it. This thing had been created with Homelander’s DNA, and ultimately, Homelander had been a product of Soldier Boy.

Of Ben himself. 

He knew it wasn’t his fault. That lied dead with Stan. But Ben knew that he’d wasted a lot of time. For all his bravado, he had let himself be manipulated and controlled. For fame and money and women, and everything else that came with that.  

“Soldier Boy! Are you there?” he heard your friend call out. It broke him out of the haze of his exhaustion. He shook his head sharply to focus. 

He called back for you, nearing the wall of debris, but you didn’t answer. He was able to break some of it away, enough that he was finally able to see Yvette’s worried face. 

“Where is she?” he asked. A coil of dread stirred in the pit of his stomach. 

“She’s hurt,” said Yvette. 

The coil tightened, as did Ben’s jaw. 

“All right, stand back,” he ordered. He grabbed his discarded shield and held it aloft. 

“Okay, go ahead!” she said. 

He used his shield like a battering ram to get through the pile of wood and concrete. It loosened even more of the trembling ceiling and plunged the entire clearing with dust. Ben waved a hand through it, coughing as he stepped inside. He found Yvette and her son, but his eyes were drawn to you.

You’d fallen on your back, and a slab of concrete was pinning your leg. He moved it with a grunt, and it fell to the ground with a heavy impact. He examined your leg next; he was no doctor, but he could assume it was probably broken under the weight of concrete. 

Okay. Doctors could fix a fucking leg, he reasoned. He was more concerned about your head. Had you hit it on the way down, or had you smacked it on the hard tile when you landed?

Your hair was loose, and he slid careful fingers through it. He felt a small knot forming behind your head. He touched your pale cheek…

And then he saw it. 

You weren’t lying entirely on the ground. You’d fallen on a small pile of rubble, and sticking out an inch below your shoulder was a thick piece of rebar.

Fuck, he thought. Your pulse at your neck was still beating under the pads of his fingers. 

But then, he paused. He was starting to hear something, a deeper tremor than the occasional rubble falling from the ceiling. 

“Are you guys okay?” M.M. called. With all the debris, he couldn’t quite get to you all. But maybe he could find a hole underneath the rubble to squeeze you out of. 

“The tower’s coming down!” Ben barked. 

“Yeah, that’s why we need to get the fuck out of here,” M.M. replied.

“No, the whole fucking thing. It’s coming down now!” Ben said. Yvette grabbed her son and huddled closer to you and Ben. He quickly stood and surveyed his surroundings in search of a larger shield. 

The only thing in reach was a large metal shelf. It would have to do. 

He grabbed it and ran back to you, just in time for the world to start falling. 

Ben blinked dust and plaster out of his eyes and coughed it out of his mouth. He was holding God knew how much of the tower on his back. The metal groves of the shelf were digging into his spine and between his shoulder blades. 

When his vision cleared, he saw that Yvette was knocked out, bleeding from a cut on her temple. Maybe a stray rock had hit her. 

Her son seemed all right though, if covered in dust. 

“You okay, kid?” Ben asked. He nodded shakily, his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he was still alive. Ben could understand that.

However, you were the one he was worried about. He called your name, but you didn’t respond. Ben looked up at the kid. 

“Shake her a little, would ya? Not hard.”

The kid nodded, biting his lip. He gently shook your arm, calling your name. Eventually you coughed and opened your eyes on a moan of pain. Ben let out a short, relieved breath.

“Hey…how you doin’?”

“Hurts to breathe,” you admitted, coughing up more dust. But you cried out when trying to get up disturbed your shoulder. “What…?”

“Don’t move,” he warned you. “You’re uh…you’re pinned down.” 

With trembling lips, you turned your head and saw what held you—the rebar protruding just beneath your shoulder. You let out a ragged breath. 

An inch lower and it would’ve been your heart. 

The problem was, you were sure you would bleed out anyway the moment you were freed from the rebar. 

“Don’t look at it,” Ben said firmly. “Look at me.”

You blinked up at him with watery eyes. You finally realized that he was kneeling, holding up a massive shelf to cover all four of you. 

“Oh my God. Are you okay?” you asked. A tear streamed down the side of your face. 

Ben nodded. Really, it was taking all the strength he had left to hold up this piece of shit, but he wasn’t about to let you know that. 

“I can do this all fucking day,” he said with a smirk. “But maybe check in with your friends so we can get the hell out of here.”

Letting out another shaky breath, you raised the hand opposite to your pinned shoulder and pressed a finger to the comm in your ear. 

“Are you guys still there? Did anyone make it out?” you asked.

For a moment, it was silent. You looked over at Devon, who was quietly crying. You reached out your free hand to him, even if it made more blood weep from your shoulder. He grabbed your hand, and you gave his a comforting squeeze. 

“It’s okay, Dev. We’re getting out soon,” you tried to sooth him. Devon nodded and squeezed your hand back. 

Ben watched the exchange with interest. You seemed to have a good way with kids…

“Hello?” you repeated into the comm. Your voice was weak and raspy, even to your own ears. You released your shaking hand back to the ground. “No one’s answering…where’s Yvette?”

“Knocked out for a bit, but she looks fine,” said Ben, nodding to where your friend was lying on the ground. 

Though he realized he was starting to lose you when your eyes closed. 

“Hey,” he barked. “Stay with me.”

The near shout forced you to open your eyes, but they were already starting to droop. Ben finally noticed the blood slipping away from you, starting to pool beneath your arm. 

“I’m awake, just resting my eyes,” you said. Not very convincing. 

Ben experimentally lowered an arm from supporting the shelf. He moved slow, and he heard shifting rubble above him, but he managed to balance the shelf on just his back. He grit his teeth at the strain.

Even for him, the weight was immense. He didn’t know how long they could wait for someone to get to them. But he could see the kid was frozen with fear.

“You’re gonna be fine, all right?” Ben said.

The kid was tearful, but he nodded.

“What’s your name?” Ben asked.

“Devon.”

“All right, Devon. You know who I am?”

“…Soldier Boy,” the kid replied in a small voice. His large brown eyes were filled with tears as he sniffed. His short hair and dark tan skin were covered with dust, so Ben could see the path of his tears down his cheeks and neck. He gave Devon an attempt at a smile and nodded. 

“That’s right.”

Finally, some of the debris near Yvette cleared a small hole above the ground, revealing Kimiko. Her eyes widened with excitement, her mouth falling open in a quiet gasp. She smiled and ducked her head back out. Ben frowned in confusion as he heard the French guy and some of the others babbling. 

“Hello?” he snapped. “The fuck is going on out there?” 

M.M. peered in next and took in the four of you with relief. He met Ben’s gaze.

“They’ll need a stretcher,” Ben said, gesturing at you and Yvette. “And a medic.”

“Okay, we’re gonna see if we can open this hole a bit wider,” M.M. said. He frowned at the narrow space inside. “It’s gonna be hard to get a stretcher in here.”

“Just get it done,” Ben said, beginning to lose his patience. He was carrying the tower on his back, and you were fading before his eyes. 

M.M. nodded and was gone. But he returned soon after with Kimiko, and both worked together to open the hold wider without dislodging more debris. Once they had a big enough hole, M.M. peered in.

“Okay, who’s first?”

“She is,” Ben said, nodding down at you. “Bring the stretcher.”

Once again, M.M. disappeared.

Ben looked over at Devon. 

“She’s hurt bad. We’re going to get her out first,” Ben said, gesturing at you. “I’m going to need you to hold her down, by her shoulders. After I take out the rebar, you’re going to put pressure on the wound. Got it?”

Devon looked unsure. 

“Got it?” Ben repeated. More tears slid down the boy’s cheeks as he shook his head.

“Listen, you little sh—” Ben started to snap in irritation.

But at the last moment, he stopped himself. He remembered how you were with the kid earlier, tried to think of what you might say right about now. 

“Uh, you can do this,” he said, gruff and a bit awkward. 

“I don’t want to hurt her,” Devon said in a small voice. 

At that, annoyance slowly drained out of Ben. He reached out and grasped the kid’s shoulder, firm, but gentle.

“You won’t. You’re going to help her,” he said. “Just hold her down, and I’ll do the rest. All right?”

He hesitated, but Devon nodded and wiped his face dry. 

“Good man,” Ben nodded. “Now come on, over here.”

Devon moved so that he was behind you, holding your shoulders down.

You grimaced and made a sound of pain. But Ben was quick; he braced your shoulder with one hand and slid the rebar out with the other. He forced himself to remain stoic at your resulting screech of agony. 

But Devon couldn’t. His tears came down anew, and he immediately released your shoulders. Ben moved you more fully onto the ground and instructed Devon to put pressure on the wound, leaning his body weight into it. 

“Stay awake,” Ben warned you. He knew you were having a hard time, and tears streamed from the corners of your eyes, onto the ground below. You forced your eyes to open, so you could look up at him.

“Ben,” you tried, but if this was going to be an if I die speech, then he didn’t want to fucking hear it.

“Don’t talk,” he said sternly. “Just keep breathing.”

“Listen,” you insisted. With difficulty, you grabbed onto the metal embellishments on his suit, finding purchase on his chest. 

“You are strong. You can do anything you want, you know,” you said, smiling wryly. “Including, being a better man.” 

Ben looked down at you with knitted brows. Sweat slipped down his forehead, but he didn’t know what to say to you. 

Until you let go of his suit, and your eyes started to close. 

“Fuck. Stay awake, damn it!” he snapped. It was an effort, but you opened your eyes. 

Then Yvette started to rouse, raising a hand to her aching head. 

“Oh, thanks for joining us,” Ben remarked, unable to disguise most of his snark. Devon helped her sit properly. 

When she saw you, paler than ever, she gasped and took over putting pressure on your wound. 

M.M. then finally returned with the stretcher. He beckoned Devon out first.

“Come on, little man.”

Ben opened his mouth to snap a protest, but M.M. shook his head. 

“It’s too narrow. They need to come out first to make room.”

Devon eyed the jagged concrete around the hole they’d created. He seemed scared to attempt taking M.M.’s hand to leave. 

He looked back at Yvette, who encouraged him forward. But he also looked over at Ben. 

He was frankly surprised the kid was looking to him for reassurance. Again, he thought of what you’d said to Devon earlier. 

“It’s okay,” Ben said. “You’re going home today. Trust me, son.” 

Devon stared at his face for a moment, and nodded tearfully. 

When M.M. was eventually able to take the boy’s hand, he met Ben’s gaze, which was mostly covered by stoicism. 

Devon made it out of the cave, followed by Yvette. While she climbed out, Ben took over putting pressure on your wound, even though it made the shelf creak. He grunted against the pressure on his back. 

Then M.M. finally slipped in the stretcher. Ben roused you by tapping on your cheek. He accidently left a smudge of your own blood there.

“Come on, baby doll. Work with me here,” he muttered. You whimpered in response.  

You were so pale, but you were fighting to keep your eyes open. You’re a fighter, Ben reminded himself, as he helped M.M. maneuver you onto the stretcher.

“See you later, sweetheart,” he said.

“Wait,” you croaked. “Wait…how’re you getting out?” 

Ben quirked a smile. 

“I’m right behind you.” But he then glared up at M.M. “Hurry the fuck up. She’s still bleeding out.”

M.M. shot him a dark look, but he ignored Ben in order to help you. After you were taken out on the stretcher, Annie called out to him. 

“The fire department’s about to come in with pressure bags, so you can drop the shelf,” she said.  

True to her word, Ben started to hear a sharp whirring—the sound of something inflating. 

But as soon as they started, the ground shook. 

And the walls once again began to collapse around him. 

AN: *cowers in the corner* Please don't hate me! I promise, you're going to like the ultimate outcome of the next chapter (despite the teaser lol).

But I would still love to hear your thoughts on this one! What did you think of Jon's ultimate fate? How did you like Ben literally holding up the Tower?

(And did you catch the small Captain America reference? 😏)

**Side note: I hope you all enjoyed "Love Actually"! It's a far cry from where we are right now in BMD world lol...

Next Time:

Part of him refused to believe it had gotten to this. 

And the reality, that this was his fault. He’d caused the blast that destroyed the tower. His fault he hadn’t gotten to you sooner.

“You are the reason I needed saving,” you’d told him once. 

You were right then, and it still held up now. 

So, no…he wouldn’t go in there, into your room. The truth was, he couldn’t. 

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[robobarbie]

For future angst hour, how the LI's would react if they found out they are "the other one" cause MC already has a relationship?

Don't forget drink water and take care of yourself <3

ok toaster ppl this is for you

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You're showering when your phone lights up back in the bedroom. Toast can't help it -- their eyes glance over before they can wonder if they should even be looking at your phone. Not that they thought you had anything to hide, just that, you know, basic privacy and all that.

A name pops up -- "Valerie" -- with a heart emoji and a question of when you'll be home. That's weird. Don't you live alone?

They shake their head and return to their book. None of their business.

-----

"Let me take you home. You're not able to drive."

After a few drinks, Toaster is helping you out of the quiet bar back towards the parking lot. There's no way I'm letting them get in their car.

"I'm fiiiiiiiiine." You pull yourself from their arms and grin. "I'll jus call an uber or someth."

"Weren't you trying to save money?"

"Don't worry about it! I can't trouble you."

Huh. Considerate. I guess.

-----

Toast lets you browse around for a bit on their desktop. You were finally ready to try playing FFXIV. Finally.

"You have a PC at home that can run it, right?" they ask as they lean over you to help you with the account set up.

"Yeah! I've had one for a couple years."

"Oh? What's the specs?"

"Oh, uh..." you trail off, scratching your arm. "I'm not exactly sure. I didn't put it together."

"Oh, pre-build?"

"Sure?"

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Toaster sees you approach from across the restaurant. You're wearing that beautiful monochrome outfit, as usual. Not one for excessive jewelry, but... what's that glint on your wrist?

As you get closer, they see what it is -- a really fucken nice watch. Holy hell.

Toaster stands to give you a kiss then points as you both sit back down.

"Where'd you get that? It looks very nice on you."

"Oh, this?" You raise your wrist a bit and thoughtfully tap the screen. "My parents bought it for me this week."

"Huh. Any special occasion I missed?"

"No, no, of course not! They just... buy me things sometimes."

Toaster smiles. You lift your wine glass, they lift theirs, and you clink.

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Things keep adding up until it's hard to ignore the truth. When Toast finally realizes what's been happening, they can't believe they're on the other side of it this time. They bury their face in their hands and sigh.

They just... wanted to be happy with you.

[serenity-bitty]

THIS IS A MOMENTOUS OCCASION HOLY SHIT.

Okay. As an autistic person, I have had texture issues my ENTIRE LIFE. And I have mourned for so many foods that TASTE and SMELL absolutely fantastic, but my body refused to swallow. Mourned. Grieved these foods. I can't eat mashed potatoes, I can't eat applesauce, I can't even have a French fry too thick because the texture of mashed potato happens inside the fries.

And I certainly can't eat ground meat.

That's right. Be it beef, chicken, turkey or any other meat, I cannot eat ground meat. No sloppy joes, no hamburger, cheeseburger, big Mac, whopper. NONE OF IT.

Barbeques and cookouts are a special kind of hell for me, to say the least.

And don't get me wrong, sometimes there are moments that give me a small sliver of hope.

On rare occasion, I will outgrow my issues with one type of texture.

I couldn't stand avocados until I was 25 years old. But now? I LOVE them.

After so many years, though, I had given up hoping.

But tonight.

Tonight I was blessed.

My roommate, Maddie, has a good amount of money. Not like rich, but enough to be considered stable and she has the help of her family as well. She can afford nice things.

And one of those nice things was a package of on-sale wagyu ground beef.

And if you don't know what that is, come back to this post after you've gone down a YouTube/Googling rabbit hole about it, and you will understand.

Even if it is discounted, frozen grocery store brand beef, you do NOT disrespect the fucking wagyu. Don't even risk it.

So my roommate is lying on the couch and she isn't feeling well, there's a shortage of her blood pressure medication, so she's having a bit of trouble doing things.

So she asks me to do her a favor and check if the meat she was gonna cook was defrosted yet.

I checked, it was upside down in the bowl, and it was defrosted, but when I turned the package around to see what it was (plastic was too foggy to see) I nearly screamed.

"YOU GOT FUCKING WAGYU BEEF!?!?! HOW MUCH DID THIS COST YOU?!?!"

She seemed a little sheepish for a second, and I kinda felt bad for blurting that out, so I quickly moved on to offering to help her cook it. Because I can't eat ground beef, however, I never really cooked a burger before, so she has to teach me a bit.

I helped her off the couch and we decided it would be less labor-intensive on Maddie if we broiled it in the air fryer.

So she seasoned it and got it started, splitting it up into two halves. I cut up the ingredients and put away the other half of the meat while the patty cooked and she rested in the office. She didn't even ask me to do all of those things, I just did it to help. I flipped it and double checked with her to make sure it was properly cooked.

It came out medium.

I was honestly excited to see her try it, like it is NOT every day you get to see this kind of delicacy.

I'm so broke even seeing someone eat fancy food is an event for me 🙃

(but in my defense, I was pretty fucken high when this happened.)

Anyway, so she eats it and I'm asking her how it is, give us the juicy (pun intended) DEETS.

And she is thorough in her description. And even MY mouth starts to wonder at the thought of tasting it.

And then. I had a thought.

If she lets me try a bite, I can do a bit of an experiment.

If even the texture of a WAGYU. FUCKING. BURGER. Makes me gag.

I would give up on ever enjoying the texture of a burger.

But if not, ohohoho.... I would never stop searching, never stop struggling, never stop trying to find a burger with a texture and budget I could stand.

So I start to work up the courage to ask if I could try a bite.

But she actually offered it to me before I could even get the chance!

I explained what I was thinking to her, and she was a bit interested in my little experiment.

So she hands me the burger.

It's on a bakery bun, with Mediterranean Cheddar (FANCY AS FUCK BOII), Whataburger ketchup, mustard, and some good ole Texas Pickles.

I let the smell hit my nose, and almost audibly gulped.

I took the bite.

Oh. My. God.

It was the best damn thing I'd ever eaten, let alone the first burger I could ever truly enjoy. Holy hell.

I felt like Squidward after his first Krabby Patty.

I had to break into a vault. I needed more. I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes out of both pure joy and deep despair.

I wasn't about to eat more than the one bite I was given. That would be incredibly rude and also just plain mean.

I handed it back to her, desperately hiding my urge to eat it.

I don't know if she noticed, or if she's literally just that fucking nice (and believe me she has shown me nothing but kindness) but she literally offered me the other half of the meat to make my own burger.

I could have cried.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes, my mom gets me this kind of stuff all the time! Go ahead!"

Bruh.

Avocado, bakery bun, onions, ketchup, and that Mediterranean Cheddar.

Hooo boy. The only thing that would have made this better would be if I had toasted the bun.

Even the grease tasted good. THE. GREASE. Autistic people and grease don't exactly tend to mix!!!! And usually, I don't like too much grease. But this was amazing, an explosion of grease mingling in with the juice of the meat. And the way it interacted with the toppings and the bun.... Oh fuck.

I now understand what Gabriel Iglesias meant when he talked about food. I sounded like I was making love to that burger, and I didn't care.

I may as well have been a judge in shokugeki no soma.

It was glorious. I still can't get the taste out of my mouth. I could die happy.

Also it makes me more like Sans Undertale and that makes me happy.

[beef-brisket]

Adam could feel himself getting close, and by the way Lucifer was thrusting; he wasn't far behind either. It was almost too much, he felt like at any moment he would float away. Lost in his pleasure, Adam dug his nails into Lucifer's back, needing some sort of grounding.

Lucifer couldn't stop the scream that tore out of him. Fucking- christ that hurt! The hell is with this guy?! It didn't stop him from thrusting though- he was so close.

Lucifer: A-Adam?! The f-fuck is wrong with you?!

Adam couldn't hear what Lucifer was yelling at him, all he could sense was blood, and a decent amount of it. His senses were zeroing in on his hunger and what could quench it. He heard blood dripping onto the wooden floor below him, he could feel it pooling at it fingers, he could smell nothing but blood- and it smelled so sweet~.

Lucifer: A-Adam-? Aahh~ f-fuck~

Lucifer came so fucking hard, he swore he saw white for a moment there. Apart from the stinging pain in his back, he couldn't help but glance at Adam's face, maybe he was just that good, that Adam was overwhelmed in pleasure.

What Lucifer saw? Honestly it terrified him. Just as he stopped thrusting, he felt Adam finish between their stomachs. But that didn't matter- what mattered was how bright Adam's eyes were glowing. They were a sickening pink with the whites of his eyes now a deep, blood red. He barely had time to blink when he felt a stinging, burning pain in his neck, it left like his throat was being ripped open.

Lucifer: AGHH-! A-ADAM- FUCKING- Stop! Please!

Adam gripped harder onto him, the claws in his back digging in even more, Lucifer swore they were slicing through his muscle. He pulled at Adam's hair, feeling it rip out, but he didn't even react. Lucifer could feel everything slowing down, and the pain soon stopped, all that was left was a strange pulsing that he felt throughout his body- then... nothing. Blackness.

After what felt like hours, Adam slowly came to, his eyes returning to his normal, deep red colour. He released Lucifers neck, and slowly pulled his claws free.

Adam: oh fuck.. Lucifer? You alright man? Didn't suck you dry, did I? Haha..

Adam placed Lucifer down next to him, sitting up, the damage slowly revealing itself. The yellow light from the fireplace reflected the blood on Adam's hands, the floor, and Lucifer.

Adam: shit- come on man, this is nothing! Stop being dramatic and look at me!

Adam whipped his mouth with his sleeve, staring at the amount of blood that was on it. Okay, now he was starting to panic. He tore off his sleeves, bunched them up, and pressed it tightly to Lucifers neck. Adam couldn't help but glance at his muscular arms, they looked so good in this light- damn it Adam, concentrate!

He leaned his head against Lucifers chest and just listened. For anything. For something

Adam: ...holy shit- thank me! You're still fucking alive- okay, maybe you're not being dramatic, I really did a number on you.

After patching him up, Adam carried the small man bridal style through the endless corridors of his mansion. After finally picking a room that wasn't filled with music equipment, self portraits or rooms that Adam just couldn't bother cleaning- he pushed open a door to a normal -thank fuck, finally- room with a decent size bed.

After placing Lucifer in bed, he walked over to the fireplace and got a decent flame going.

Adam: okay, you'll be alright.. pleease don't hate me in the morning.

Adam couldn't stop checking on him for the rest of the night, even dodging the sunlight that somehow slipped through his terrible curtains-

Adam: I really should change these- OW! Fucken- BITCH ASS SUN-

Adam rubbed his healing burn as he made it to Lucifers room, completely unaware that his house was being watched.

Two cloaked figures stare up at the decrepit mansion from the edge of the village. After they glance to each other, they make their way to a small inn, letting the door bang close behind them.

Hiya! It's me! I've been sending you so many asks that I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me a restraining order!

I made an account so I can actually participate in some of your rp things- if that's okay with you of course.

I sent you the ideas for the succubus, deadpool x wolverine and bimbo!au's, I sent others but I'd need to go through my memory, which would take all night.

Anyway- I have a new au idea for you! I think you'll like this. It's basically a gothic vampire!au.

I'm going to attach screen shots because I've already written it out and for some reason Tumblr doesn't let you copy and paste (it's already 1am where I am and I don't want to have to write this out all again, so I'm really sorry if this'll be annoying for you 😭).

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Adam: it's rude to stare, you know. How did a kid get in here?

Lucifer jumped at his voice: I-I'm not a kid!- I'm 30 years old!

Adam: really dude? What are you? 5"3?... you didn't get the long straw when it came to genes, huh? See what I did there?

Lucifer sighs as the man chuckles to himself.

Lucifer: uh... that's... not important- a-are you the owner?

Adam stares at Lucifer for a few seconds before taking a sip from his glass. Lucifer watches his every move, he feels like prey- are those fangs??

Adam: I guess you can say that.. my names Adam. Even though I think the asshole who broke into my house should introduce themselves first- but I'm in a good mood today!

Adam stands and pulls a chair infront of him.

Adam: Here man, have a seat, might as well make yourself comfortable.

The way Adam smiled and watched his every move made Luicfer shiver. He walked as calmy as he could to the chair infront of Adam. He sits, eyes never leaving Adams deep red ones.

Lucifer: I'm Lucifer- and I apologize for the breaking and entering. It's uh, not the best first impression.

Adam: wait- Lucifer? Like the Devil? That's sick. And I'm not one for first impressions, but you've certainly made an entrance, buddy.

Lucifer: Yeah, like the Devil, blame my father for that one-

Adam: I ain't judging man! I think it's cool, everyone has such boring names these days, it's nice to be surprised, nothing surprises me much anymore.

Adam runs his clawed hand through his hair, eyes never leaving Lucifers face. He notices as his eyes travel down to his chest, where his shirt has opened a bit more. Adam smirks, leaning forward, giving Lucifer a better view.

Adam: I would offer you a drink, but I think you want something else~

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That's all I have! I hope this seems interesting to you 😭

Feel free to continue it, I'll try and participate to! It would be my first time doing these rp type things, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit all over the place lol

Okay- bye!

Ahhh!! Thank you for all your amazing ideas friendo! This too is amazing 🤩

And yes of course you can participate in the rp blogs! What account is it?

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Lucifer felt a little called out, this man was so good looking he felt like he was trapped in a trance.

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Adam: Pfft it's fine, I get it. I know I'm hot shit and I don't mind you looking. In fact.

Adam leaned in closer until his hot breath ghosted over Lucifer's face.

Adam: I wouldn't mind you doing more than just looking.

He grinned at the way the blonde man's face turned bright red at the implication. Humans were always so easy to work up. And man this one was easy on the eyes as well.

It's been a while since Adam had a visitor. Even longer since he had a rendezvous.