#mentions of death tw

[violenttempest]

She stared at the wall the only real thoughts in her head consisting of awareness of the tight painful and itchy sensation of her skin as it healed. Cat couldn't really move much, the burn scarring pulling every time she tried. It could have been worse. It was almost worse. She had been weak, dizzy, unable to pull herself out of the water and night was approaching. She'd thought she was going to die. Drown in burning water or be torn limb from limb by the ghost of her husband. Neither happened. Instead she was saved and now here she was weeks later still healing, still in pain.

The clinic bed shifted a little as someone sat down on the end but she didn't turn to look.

"I'm not hungry." She rasped, thinking it was the bossy nurse back to force her to eat.

[featheryhoe]

at least mj will be with u forever ig??

if i’m able to keep him from killing himself forever…

[trhor]

Previous | Beginning | Next

Then - 15th July 2042

[welcome-to-the-districts]

Requests are open! Yippie!!! Could I perhaps request a human reader x King C.B? I love me some twisted romance. -Bubble anon🫧

Sure thing! One-shot under the cut. Quick Tw for implications of blood, mentions of violence and death.

The red humanoid caboose sits before you on his throne as he takes a sip of a crimson liquid from the wine glass in his hand with one leg crossed over the other. The liquid stains his lips and sharp teeth as he smiles a wolfish grin. You know all too well what the dark red liquid is and you can’t help but shudder at the thought. It’s not unusual to see him like this. A soft purr escapes his throat as his piercing and predatory pale blue gaze studies your frame. You’re so small compared to him. He could easily end your life within a matter of moments, yet he chooses not to. The sheer adrenaline from this relationship. Being a prey item in love with such a cruel and powerful predator is what you simply can’t get enough of.

“Well, now.. since we are alone. I suppose a little quality time is in order.” His sweet voice rings out and he chuckles softly, sounding similar to that of a hyena. He snaps his fingers and another human rushes out from the dark halls, holding a silver platter and offering it to CB. The caboose set his wine glass onto the platter and waved the human away. They nod before racing back into the halls, not wanting to risk staying around for far too long and facing the king’s anger.

You nod, averting his gaze. You can almost feel the intensity of that piercing gaze of his just boring into your very soul. CB stands up, towering over you. You’re nearly half his height if not slightly smaller. He skates over to you, only taking a stride or two before he circles around you. His wolfish grin never leaves his face as he slows to a stop before bending down and offering a hand for you to take. You almost hesitate before placing your smaller hand into his much larger one. CB gently wrapped his fingers around your delicate hand. He could easily crush your hand if he wanted to, yet he chooses not to. You are at his mercy.

You yelp in surprise as he stands mostly upright and pulls you close. His crushing jaws mere inches from your face, allowing you to get a good look at his fangs that are stained with red. He purrs softly and together, the two of you dance in the silence of the throne room. He makes sure to take it slow with you, not wanting to risk you falling or injuring yourself. You both know the scent of blood drives him mad.

You dare to meet his pale blue eyes. You’re not sure how you managed to catch the king’s eye. Regardless, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You smile as he dips you backwards slightly and he smirks. Within an instant, CB sweeps you off your feet and cradles you in his powerful arms. You can hear and feel his purring right in your ear as you rest your head against him. You look up at him and he smiles softly, lowering his head before giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek.

You relax and he carries you back to his throne. He sits down with you in his lap. You nestle against him. His immense warmth is comforting and familiar. You can get used to this.

[ohanahoku-ao3]

Whumptober Day 24

Have a little Steve Whump on me. <3

Teen & Up - Gen - Stranger Things

The Truth Spills Out

     The drug that the Russians had pumped Steve full of hadn’t worn off as thoroughly as he’d thought. Throwing up had eased the symptoms somewhat, and the rush of adrenaline had masked them well up to the point that Steve drove himself home. By the time he reached his street, his vision was a little twirly, and Steve didn’t park so much as he ran into his mailbox and stopped in a moment of startling clarity. His car was crooked, half in the driveway and half out, and Steve blew out a breath of relief that he had somehow managed to make it.

     Scrubbing his hands over his eyes, Steve tried to banish the blur from his vision before getting out of the car. His feet felt clumsier than usual, and he stumbled, holding onto the sides of the vehicle as he walked around it, wobbling on weak legs as he moved. The adrenaline was gone, the exhaustion was setting in, and Steve felt too dizzy to move away from the car. He was sure he’d fall if he did, though the pavement was looking comfier with each passing second.

     “Are you drunk?” His mother's shrill voice had Steve’s head snapping up from its drooped position, and he blinked rapidly at his mother. Everything was still blurry, a little off-kilter, like a double-exposed photo taken at slightly different angles. But he could still make out his mother standing under the house lights, and when he turned his head, he could see his parents’ car in the driveway. “Answer me, Steven! Are you drunk?”

     She snapped the words at him, and Steve answered automatically, blinking through the dark at her. “No, m’high.”

     “I told you he was doing drugs, Martha!” His father stepped out of the house, but Steve lost sight of him when his stomach suddenly rolled and forced him to hunch over as he threw up all over their driveway. “This is why we had to cut him off, and look at him! He’s still blowing his money on narcotics!”

     Steve spat on the ground, grimacing. Bile and water were all he had to come up, but the act of heaving was hell on his sore stomach muscles. “Not doing drugs.” He said, wiping at his mouth with his shirt and wrinkling his nose at the vomit and blood already on it. “‘Cotics neither.”

     “Excuse me, young man? Do you expect us to believe that lie when here you are throwing up and telling us you’re high?” His mother came toward him, likely to haul him inside by his ear before he made a bigger spectacle of himself for the neighbors.

     Steve dropped the shirt and straightened up, blinking slowly as her face took on a look of shock. “Not lyin’.” He insisted, blinking harder and covering his eyes as his vision spun. He did not want to throw up again. “You don’ un’erstand.”

     “Oh, we understand alright, Steven!” His father said as he walked over to them. “Stop lying and tell us what you’ve been doing tonight.”

     Steve felt like he couldn’t breathe suddenly. The commanding tone of his father’s voice, the one that demanded obedience, sounded too sharp, and Steve felt like he was back in that blood-splattered room with the Russians.

     “Answer me, boy!” His father barked, and Steve couldn’t help but answer as the truth, all of it, spilled out.

     “I was being tortured!” Steve shouted, hands falling away from his face. His parents both gasped, but Steve continued through their shock. “I was being tortured by Russian soldiers under the mall! The freaking mall, because of all places, Hawkins is the most messed up place in America!

     “It’s got other dimensions and monsters that you couldn’t believe,” Steve said, eyes bright with tears that further blurred his vision, and he lifted his hands to bury them in his hair and pull. “I mean, you really wouldn’t believe them. They’re faceless and made of shadows and melted flesh, and they can possess people, and that is so, so scary.”

     “Steven-”

     Steve cut his mother off, rambling right over her. “Do you know how many times I’ve nearly been killed in the last two years?” He asked, eyes manically glancing between the two blurry figures in front of him. Panic, and fear, and anger were all brewing inside of him as he started to list things off, counting on his fingers. “First, Nancy almost shot me. She was stressed, it’s whatever. Then I nearly get sliced in half from that faceless thing that climbed out of the ceiling.

     “Then, a year later! Almost to the date! I’m attacked by those demodogs and barely make it back to the bus with the kids. Then Billy shows up while we’re trying to save the world, and he nearly kills me for no good reason! Did you know that I can barely hear in my left ear now because of him? Oh, and then there’s the tunnels of death that we had to hike through and SET. ON. FIRE! With those freaky living vines and the monsters, I still can’t believe I’m still alive!

     “Oh, and then this week.” Steve cut himself off as he started laughing hysterically, taking a few unsteady steps in a circle. “I could have died so many times this week. First, when we were on the roof spying on those guys carrying guns around behind the mall, and then when that elevator of death started up, I nearly died from a heart attack. Then there were Russians. RUSSIANS! And they had guns and knives and bone saws and-” Steve sobbed as he wrapped his arms around himself, feeling cold. “And they stuck a needle in my neck- and I couldn’t-” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Then there were more Russians, and that beast made out of people and rats! Then Billy again and- Oh Billy. God, Max is gonna be such a mess over this because he- He didn’t make it.”

     Steve sobbed and fell to his knees as his strength and ire left him. “And god, you’d know all of this if you were ever here instead of god knows where, and I can’t- I can’t-”

     “Hey, hey, it’s okay, now, sweetie.” Warm arms wrapped around him, and Steve blinked at the sudden appearance of Claudia Henderson next to him.

     “Mrs. Henderson?” Steve said numbly, leaning into her embrace. “What’re you… Is Dustin okay?”

     “Dustin will be just fine once you join him in the car.” She answered. “Come on, now. Let’s get you up.” She pulled away and helped him up, catching him as he staggered into her side. “It’s alright, sweetie. Just lean on me.”

     He nodded his head as he followed her instructions, not fully hearing it as the kind woman said something to his parents and shushed their protests before pulling him along with her.

     Dustin was waiting in the car and immediately latched onto Steve’s side as he was helped into the backseat. “I’m sorry. I had to tell her everything, or she wouldn’t come.” He mumbled into Steve’s shoulder.

     “She knows?” Steve asked dumbly after a moment of processing the words.

     “I know, sweetie. You kept my Dusty safe, and now we’ll take care of you for a change, okay?” Mrs. Henderson said, staring at them from the front seat with a soft look.

     Hot tears filled Steve’s aching eyes, and he hugged Dustin back hard as he nodded, letting them spill over with a sob as the night caught up to him at last.

[infvmed]

✦ — TRISTON REYES | TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ | TWENTY-NINE | CISMALE & HE/HIM | WEREWOLF | BISEXUAL & BIROMANTIC | + BUOYANT & SANGUINE | - NAIVE & CRETINOUS | CHAOTIC GOOD | BUBBLEGUM AND CIGARETTES - A NATURAL CONTRADICTION , SLIDING ACROSS WOOD FLOORS IN FUZZY SOCKS, HANDS STAINED WITH BLOOD AND EYES STAINED WITH TEARS  | LOSING HIS SISTER .

MENTIONS OF DEATH, GUNS, CAR CRASH TW

triston  was  born  to  two  parents  who  were  so  deeply  in  love.  victor  and  emilia  reyes . they  met  at  the  special  needs  education  centre  where  they  both  worked . it  was  clear  from  the  moment  that  they  met  that  it'd  be  a  romance  for  the  ages . They  had  their  first  child,  triston  emilio  reyes four  years  into  their  marriage  .  and  they  showered  him  with  so  much  love  and  affection  .  And  they  brought  their  second  and  final  child  into  the  world  five  years  after  and  their  family  was  complete .

triston  was  brought  up  knowing  so  much  love . he  was  always  a  happy  kid , the  class  clown  in  school . his  parents  didn't  have  enough  to  give  him  everything  beyond  his  wildest  dreams , but  they  had  enough  to  give  him  what  he  needed .  his  life  was  happy . until  the  year  he  turned  ten  .  it  had  been  a  normal  day ,  he'd  been  at  school ,  messing  around ,  having  fun , getting  into  a  bit  of  trouble  .  it  wasn't  until  pick  up  that  things  took  a  turn  .  he  and  his  sister  were  waiting  for  their  mum  to  pick  them  up  ,  they  waited  and  waited  until  it  got  unreasonably  late  .  the  office  took  them  in  ,  tried  calling  their  parents  .  it  was  an  hour  later  when  their  dad  finally  picked  up  the  call  and  came  to  pick  them  up  .  they  got  more  and  more  worried  when  they  didn't  hear  from  their  mum  .  they  called  around  the  hospitals  until  they  finally  got  an  answer  .  at  the  news  they  drove  straight  there  ,  all  three  of  them  in  a  state  of  panic  .  but  when  they  got  there  it  was  too  late  .  emilia  reyes  had  been  involved  in  a  car  accident  ,  a  truck  went  into  her  and  she  didn't  make  it . 

it  was  the  first  true  pain  triston  had  ever  known  in  his  life . it  could've  been  enough  to  break  his  family  if  his  father  had  let  it . but  he  didn't , he  made  sure  they  got  through  it . endure  and  overcome , that  was  what  his  father  had  taught  him . despite  his  own  pain  over  losing  his  wife , he  didn't  let  the  family  crumble . the  kids  still grew  up  with  so  much  love , even  if  it  was  now  just  the  three  of  them . 

when  it  was  time  for  triston  to  fly  the  nest  and  go  off  to  start  his  adult  life  ,  his  dad  organised  one  last  camping  trip  with  the  three  of  them  .  a  tradition  that  hadn't  died  with  their  mother  .  it  had  been  something  they  were  all  looking  forward  to  .  but  they  went  off  trail  ,  they  knew  the  woods  well  ,  they  thought  they'd  be  fine  .  that  was  until  they  got  attacked  .  it  was  a  guy  with  nothing  who  had  gotten  way  in  over  his  head  trying  to  rob  them ,  desperation  made  people  do  crazy  things  as  triston  would  soon  learn  .  he  was  woken  up  by  his  father's  shouts  ,  the  guy  had  a  gun  and  his  father  was  fighting  desperately  for  their  lives .  he  didn't  make  it  ,  but  he  bought  them  some  time  .  triston  was  able  to  knock  the  gun  out  of  the  attackers  hand  ,  and  it  came  down  to  a  game  of  fists  .  

triston  wasn't  thinking  of  anything  beyond  saving  his  sister  ,  the  only  person  he  had  left  .  he  didn't  mean  to  kill  the  man  ,  but  it  happened  .  his  curse  was  triggered  and  his  life  changed  forever  .  he  was  a  lone  wolf  ,  who  was  now  navigating  through  life  alone  ,  trying  to  keep  his  sister  safe  .  he'd  do  whatever  he  had  to  do  to  protect  his  sister  .  she  was  all  he  had  left  in  life  .  

[incorrectbatfam]

The only acceptable trans Tim headcanon would be Tim introducing himself to the batfam as a boy from the get-go with such confidence that no one questions him. Then, his first solo case as Robin is investigating the disappearance of Jack and Janet Drake's "daughter," so he pretends to have a twin sister by forging a bunch of documents and photoshopping family pictures. He then fabricates evidence of her death, committing multiple crimes in the process, and holds a fake funeral at the end. Because if his previous name is dead to him, he's gonna kill it the Tim Drake way

[frederickkatz]

When we long to feel alive?

TIME: September 28th, 2024 PLACE: The Red Door BETWEEN: Adam ( @adamnvamp ) & Fredrick NOTES: Written on Discord. 

Okay, so maybe Adam was a gossip. But to everyone else's business, he was just there because he wanted a drink, and Devon was busy at his gig downtown anyway. Not because he wanted to scout Freddie on behalf of his brother-in-law to-be. So when he walked inside the Red Door, he didn't think much about it, making a beeline to the bar where he saw Freddie was working, eyes fixed on precisely cutting the tip of the blood bag on his hand. " 'Evening, Freddie" Adam said with a smile sliding onto a stool right in front of him "I didn't know you worked on the weekends"

Freddie wasn’t sure what that heaviness in his chest was. He knew he had been developing feelings. Most of them related to certain fae but he refused to acknowledge them, especially to that said fae who hadn’t texted or called at all. His ego sometimes was bigger than his logical side, so he didn’t call or text either. He even avoided going to the bar just to avoid another confrontation so now he was just focused on his job, but his usual smile wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He had just finished serving two regulars when he sensed a familiar energy and then he heard the voice, “Adam,” he said without turning to look at the vampire, “I do. Lately I’ve been only working from Friday to Sunday,” he explained as he grabbed a glass and served Adam the same blood he had ordered last time, with no intention of making small talk. Especially because he knew the vampire was dating Cameron’s brother and he really didn’t want to think about Cameron cause it made his heart feel like someone was squeezing it.

"Oh, I had no idea. Then again, it makes sense. I'd imagine near the weekend is when it's busier" he commented conversationally, accepting the drink "I had something to ask you, though, if you don't mind me stealing you for a bit" Adam asked, before Freddie turned away "Do you happen to sell magical drinks here? Not necessarily bloody ones. I'm looking for something with quick healing" He said, waiting for Freddie's attention to be picked before throwing in the hook "I ask because I'm going to meet Devon and his brother at the fight club later, we're going to the movies, and I'm afraid the guys might not have time to see the medic witches before we leave in time for the session. Do you have something like that?"

Freddie nodded, not really in the mood for talking more than the necessary. He moved closer when he said he wanted to ask him something and frowned at the question, "we don't sell magical drinks at all," he said right away, confused on why a vampire would need something like that. The mention of Cameron even if it wasn't by name made the pressure in his chest feel heavier, and it got worse when he mentioned a fight club, "what fight club?" He asked with a dark expression in his face. He didn't follow the rest said by Adam cause anger and something else started simmering inside of him, "your boyfriend is in a fucking fight club and you're here so calmed drinking blood and asking for magical drinks? I'm not buying it," he said looking at Adam in the eyes, "Gigi, I'm taking a break," he told the other bartender as he jumped over the bar, "you and I, outside now," he said waking through the crowd, hoping Adam was following, "what the hell is Cameron getting into?" He asked as soon as they both were outside.

At first Adam thought it had worked, when he saw the fury in Freddie's eyes, but by the time he reached the outside he had remembered he was a terrible liar. "I thought you knew" he said, honestly this time "he's been going to the fight club under Dark Night. Supernatural people go there to blow off some steam, because the cage has spells, so their powers don't work during the fight" the vampire paused "You didn't know?"

Freddie held himself back from growling, "Cameron is not exactly great at telling me things," he said in a contained tone. He didn't notice when he started pacing, "How was I supposed to know? I'm not into violence to know about a place like that," he said with an angry look in his face, "Is your boyfriend really part of that nonsense? And you're so damn calmed?"

Adam shrugged "I don't think he's that great at telling things to anyone, I just discovered it because Devon bumped into him there" the vampire shrugged, taking a deep breath and leaning against the brick wall, watching the man pace "Yeah, he is. He goes there a few times a month. I'm calm because... well, because I trust him. He goes there because he likes to fight, and he's good at it, not... for self-destructive reasons" which he was pretty certain were Cam's.

Freddie shook his head when he heard Cameron hadn't actually told anyone about his crazy plans. He stopped pacing and took a deep breath when he noticed the grass under his feet was dying, "can Devon stop him from doing that?" He asked with an unreadable expression, unsure if he even had a say on this. He scoffed, " Yeah that sounds like Cameron is completely opposite of all that. He doesn't seem to be the fighting type and with his powers he might have some advantage but without them," he swallowed hard, suddenly feeling sick at the idea.

The vampire shook his head at the question, noticing the vegetation dying around his feet. "They talked last night, but Cameron isn't the type to listen to his brother" he shrugged "I was actually hoping you could" he added, because if what Devon said was true, Freddie could be one of the couple people in town Cameron actually listened to. "Dev mentioned you both had a fight?"

This time Freddie did growl, it was an unnatural dangerous sound, "he doesn't listen at all. That's the fucking problem..." he grunted and then huffed, "what makes you think he's gonna listen to me. He's not even talking to me," he said frustrated. He glared when Adam said Cameron had said they had a fight, "we didn't have a fight. He started pushing for things that I'm not willing to do and I told him that if he cared so much about feelings he talked about it with someone else. Then he hung up on me and I haven't heard of him until now," he crossed his arms over his chest.

Adam bit back his tongue not to hiss back, the sound bringing some ferocious reaction from him, was it a horsemen thing? "That's a fight, mate" Adam said with an empathetic sigh. "From what Devon told me, he's... I probably shouldn't be saying this, but, he seems pretty sad" he said "Did you try to contact him at all?"

Freddie glared at the vampire when he remarked that it had been a fight, "that's stupid! That can't be a fight. It's a disagreement," he corrected with an annoying voice. All his upsetment melted down when Adam said Cameron seemed sad, "Someone sad doesn't go looking for a fight. He's probably mad at me for not being what he wants me to be," he sighed, "No. He's mad at me and honestly I don't wanna hear him trying to make me understand the emotions I'm going through. Stupid mortal vessel with stupid mortal emotions," he grumbled.

Adam shrugged, unfazed by his glaring. He had seen Gilmore's disappointed glare before, no look would scare him more. "That's what a fight is. A disagreement where at least one of the parties ends up hurt and consequences follow" The vampire shrugged when Freddie said Cam was mad, doing the exact same thing the fae has done, apparently "I'd think his brother would be a good judge as to how he was feeling, but that's just second hand information, because I wasn't there, so I really can't say" he said, always the polite one. The last comment made him frown a bit "Did you... You didn't happen to have come from the void, did you?"

Freddie rolled his eyes in annoyance, "well I'm sorry, this whole thing is new to me and that is exactly why I don't get involved with stubborn creatures," he said sarcastically. His expression sobered when Adam pointed out that he had done exactly what Cameron had done with him. Trying to say he knew what the other was feeling. "No. I've never been dead. I just spent a lot of time without a vessel. A little over a thousand years. This vessel is pretty new. I've had it for two hundred years or so," he explained, "emotions and feelings take a while to settle in and it's hard to identify them cause it's been too long. Cameron keeps pushing trying to put a name on the things he thinks I'm feeling," he said with a frustrated sigh.

Adam hummed when he spoke "I suppose it's different then. I've trained for about seven years in the void, back when I worked for your brother. Proportionally to the lifespan of a human, I'd suppose it's a long time" he mused, giving Freddie enough time to absorb the information "It was almost a year until I could even taste food properly when I got back. I couldn't really feel anything. Have you tried spicy shrimp? I've lived off of those for months" Adam joked, running his fingers through his hair "If you don't mind me asking, why don't you want to name what you're feeling?"

"Wait! You were one of Gils' reapers?" he asked confused. He chuckled and shook his head, "It's definitively not the same. Physical sensations and feelings come back almost right away for us. As soon as we get into the vessel we start feeling those and they're easy to discern and understand, it's the emotional intangible stuff what's annoying and confusing," he complained. "It's not that I don't want to name them, I'm trying to understand them and it's hard and I feel like Cameron wants to name them without actually knowing what I'm feeling. He tends to assume, and I think he might be wanting me to feel certain things... That is exactly why I never got close to anyone, at least in the past two hundred years, but there's something about that damn fae that is driving me insane and it's already a struggle without him trying to put a name on the thing," he blurted out frustrated.

"Yup" he said "For me they both came back at the same rate, but feelings were easier to name than proper emotions." Adam paused "Cameron is... many things, yes, and please never tell him I said this, but he has the heart in the right place." He said calmly "He usually goes these wrong and twisted ways, but most of the time he's really just trying to help." Adam paused, so Freddie could absorb his words "Feelings are scary though, uncontrollable. What do you think Cameron wants you to be feeling, Freddie?"

“Well now that’s unexpected, how’s that you even ended up a vampire then?” he asked confused cause he wasn’t sure reapers could be turned into something else. He listened and nodded cause he had noticed Cameron meant well with his actions but he was just so rushed that he didn’t really stopped to consider others much or if they wanted to be helped at all, “I don’t want his help,” he said seriously, “I tried to tell him that, I tried to make him stop, I asked him to and he kept pushing so I had enough,” he said with a deep sigh, “I’m not scared about feelings, I don’t wanna feel them but I know I can’t help it, I just don’t want to be rushed,” he pointed simply, “I think he thinks this is more than it is. I was very clear with him that this is just sex, and he was ok with it, but I think the fact that he’s getting attached to the other person he's seeing might be affecting this between us cause he might want the same form me and I can’t give him that. If he wants love and that stuff, he can have it with that other person, not me, and he knew that from day one so it’s very annoying he’s making a big deal about my emotions or my lack of them right now.”

"I... was fired" he shrugged, then added "Which was completely my fault, by the way, no hard feelings towards Gilmore. But since I was dying when I was hired, I was put back in that state, a friend of mine who was a vampire saw me dying and turned me"

Adam listened before speaking "Did he ask it of you? To feel things for him?" He asked confused, because Cameron didn't seem like the type who would beg someone for attention. At least not knowingly.

Freddie winced, “Whatever you might’ve done to get fired must really have pissed Gil enough to send you back to that state. I guess it was good your friend was around,” he said with a sympathetic smile.

He frowned, “Not exactly, not with that many words but he kept on pushing for me to say that I care about him, which is annoying because I’ve told him that before and I’ve done things to show him that I care but I don’t know why he’s been so insisting on it now… maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. It’s probably best for us both to call everything off.”

Adam nodded, with a smile "It was deserved. I kept tabs on Devon's life book, so I could make sure he didn't die. Because... well, because I had fallen in love with him. So it was worth it."

"But do you want to? Call it off?" He asked, then sighed, giving him some time "You know, people say that what differentiates humans from other beings is that we have smart thinking. We solve problems and communicate but... there's a single experience that is just intrinsically human, to me - and I'm telling you think because I'm assuming it doesn't happen to you" The vampire said in a kind tone "We question things. Which is good, from a developmental view point, helped technology grow and such, but... we also question ourselves. Our own thinking. We question how we perceive things, we question if things happened the way we think they did, we question how we feel and why we feel things... and that happens so sometimes we need to be reminded of things, even if they were said before. Our memory is selective, we were not made to live hundreds of thousands of years like you, so sometimes our brain chooses to believe one thing over another, and if we don't get confirmation, it's overwritten."

Freddie huffed, "You risked your life for love?" He asked incredulously, "I just don't understand all those sacrifices for love. It just doesn't make sense," he admitted.

Freddie considered it for a moment, "I'm not gonna lie and say things with Cameron aren't amazing but if the price to keep doing it is to change it for his emotional comfort, I think it's better to change it than hurt him cause I'm not able to give him what he wants," he said simply. "But you know what's funny? We're not humans. You and Cameron aren't humans anymore and I've never been. You two are still holding to your loss humanity and that's why you keep questioning things. I don't work like that. I say and do the things I mean, and I don't like to be questioned about it."

Adam chuckled at the reaction of the horseman "It wasn't sacrifice, it was an investment" he said with a soft smile "Devon made my chest feel so full, experience such bliss, that-" he chuckled almost embarrassedly "That I was too selfish to give it away. I wanted to keep that joy in my life, that... peace that came from knowing he was okay. That he was happy and safe."

"You didn't answer the question, Freddie" Adam said softly "You just said you put his emotional well-being over what you want. It sounds a bit of a sacrifice to me, doesn't it?" It was almost a tease, but Adam made sure to show he wasn't pushing and didn't mean much by it. "Oh, but I wasn't trying to say you are like us, I was simply showing you how our minds work. It's not that we're holding onto humanity, it's that we've been humans for most of our time on earth. That's how we learned to be, to behave." He shrugged "You don't like to be questioned, he needs to make those questions, which shouldn't work. Why do you keep him around, then?"

Freddie arched a brow, “If your friend hadn’t been there you would’ve died. You didn’t know you were gonna get away with it and yet you risked all those marvelous things he gave you and the worst part is that you wouldn’t have been able to stop him from dying if your friend hadn’t turned you… it sounds kinda stupid. You got lucky It worked out, but that’s not how it always goes,” he said cynically, “I see one of my siblings in a darker place than their own existence ever gave them just because they let themselves feel something for someone, now they’re in a worse state than they were before. How is that worth it?” he asked simply.

He rolled his eyes, “It’s not a sacrifice, it’s just sex and I can get it anywhere else,” he said simply as if he was convinced of that statement. “The sooner you let go to that lingering humanity, the easier it’ll be. I actually kinda get it, I’m the other way around, I’m supposed to learn to be more human while you and him and everyone who started as human need to learn to be less human,” he pointed, “I kept him around cause I thought he understood what this was. He agreed with our arrangement. Hell! He even said it was better for him if this was just sex and now he's pushing for more so you’re right, maybe it’s better to end this,” he agreed, “it’s not like either of us are unable to find someone else to fuck,” he said simply with a shrug.

Adam laughed at that accusation "Yeah, I did get very lucky. It was still very worth it. You see, I almost died in the first place because of someone I loved" he said "And then I became a reaper so he could know I didn't blame him, so he wouldn't be in pain. And then I died again, because of someone I love. And I'd die a thousand times over, if it was for the hope that I could keep someone I love from suffering." He paused "What do you have to show for, Freddie? Without ever loving someone. Why walk around the Earth, if you don't establish one single connection? Is the sex enough for you?"

The vampire listened attentively as Freddie piled on lies even Adam could see through. "Then you really should end it, and I'll get out of your hair" he said, making a move to leave, then stopping on his tracks and turning back "Although, I'd like to make you one last question before I do, if that's okay. You never answered my question, and that's fine, I respect it, you don't have to answer anything you don't want to." He said softly, raising his hands to show he wasn't pushing "I'd just like to know though" Adam pointed at the floor "Why are those flowers dead?"

Freddie rolled his eyes, “dude you died twice for love and I’m sorry but that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard so far… it’s cool and all, but don’t assume everyone is so selfless or care that much. That’s not the norm and no one should aspire to die for love. Are you supposed to live for love? It just makes absolutely no sense,” he said annoyed. “I’m only here cause being non corporeal had turned stupidly boring, so I decided to give this human game a try but honestly, the expectations are too annoying and I’m not gonna trade a life of imprisonment for duty for another one for feelings,” he pointed, “it is. It has been for the las two hundred years so no reason to complicate my temporary existence here for anyone.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s over already,” he shrugged. He huffed cause he had just told Adam he didn’t like to be questioned and here he was, questioning him. He arched a brow and looked at the dead grass and flowers around him, “Because sometimes I lose control of my powers when someone upsets me. So don’t think too hard on that, it happens more often than you imagine when my siblings are around,” he said simply walking back to the door to the club, “If you need magical potions for healing you need to look for a witch, not on clubs, keep that in mind in case that idiot decides to keep ignoring the magical aid you say they give in that stupid club. And for the record, Nephilim are healers so I’m sure Cameron will be alright. Now I have to go back to work. Have a nice night Adam,” he said without looking back as he returned to the bar.

[podcastwizard]

ideal ways for me to die

1. old age, peacefully in my sleep

2. after a long and illustrious career i am at a rooftop gala hosted in my honor. i am wearing a beautiful gown, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the railing. a scorned lover approaches and, after a passionate spat, they push me over the edge of the building. the wine glass goes flying, splattering their outfit in red as a visual metaphor for the blood on their hands. as i descend my gown flies around me like two beautiful wings, a bird in flight. a photographer on the street manages to take a photo before i hit the ground and that photo wins the pulitzer. a new york times think piece is released regarding whether or not it's moral to profit off a photo of someone's death. the think piece also wins a pulitzer.

3. sex accident.

[hamsterdads]

having a lot of toh thoughts tonight, so here's a few :] I think that king and the collector would be life partners ( probably platonically, but mostly just whatever keeps them together forever hehe)

i also think the collector would take luz's passing the hardest (given their history with it and all...) and i think she'd know this and do her best to prepare them for it. so here's me trying to deal with all that.

[landrylovesmatcha]

she’s everything 💕

tw: death mention

[bamsara]

Part 2 to this comic

What happened in Darkwood in the meantime?? Dont worry about it

[ohanahoku-ao3]

Whumptober Day 22

For this prompt, I chose to write a second chapter for a one shot I made back in 2019! Hope you enjoy!

Teen & Up - Gen - Teen Wolf

Better Late Than Never - Chapter Two

     The night was long, with Stiles screaming himself awake more than once and Scott calming his best friend down with soft words and reassurances. It pained Scott to realize he had helped push Stiles to this point. He shouldn’t have pulled away after Allison’s death, hadn’t entirely meant to, but it was hard, so hard, to look at Stiles and not see the Nogitsune. But he would try harder, and like the saying goes, better late than never.

     Stiles’ lack of sleep and Scott’s guilty conscience led to an awkward morning as the two shuffled into the kitchen for breakfast. The recent past hung over them like a thick gloom, and Scott hated that he didn’t know how to break the tension. Usually, he could count on Stiles to clear the air, never one to let the silence linger, but today, the human was utterly quiet as he retrieved his toast from the toaster, his hands shaking as he grabbed a butterknife and immediately dropped it.

     “Here, let me.” Scott immediately offered, reaching for the knife when Stiles’ words stopped him.

     “Why are you even here?”

     “What?” Scott’s brow furrowed, and he placed a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Stiles, I’m here to help. I’m here because you’re my best friend.”

     Stiles scoffed, pulling away. “Some best friend I am, huh?” He asked, sobbing out a laugh. “What kind of best friend tries to kill you?”

     “Stiles, that wasn’t you,” Scott said softly, aching to close the small distance Stiles had put between them but giving him the space he needed.

     “But it was, Scott!” Stiles shouted, anger creeping into his voice. “It was me! I was right there the whole time! I remember it, what he… what we did.” He shut his eyes tight, hands curling into fists. “We killed people. A lot of people, Scott.” Stiles’ eyes were fathomless pits of shadows when he opened them, drawing Scott into the terror that lurked inside. “They never even saw us coming until they were dead on the floor.”

     Maybe the fear showed on Scott’s face then because Stiles’ gaze turned to a glare as he took a step forward, and instinctively, Scott took one back. “I remember watching them die, Scott, and I wasn’t just watching it happen. I was feeling it happen through the Nogitsune, and it felt good.” Stiles took another step forward, a sleek movement to the action like a well-experienced predator sneaking up on his prey.

     Scott didn’t move back this time, but that didn’t discourage Stiles as he continued. “You know what I felt when Coach went down, Scotty?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

     “No,” Scott answered, wincing at how his voice shook and regretting it when Stiles’ eyes took on a glaze of disappointment above the smile that had started twisting his lips.

     “I. Felt. Thrilled.” Stiles said with teeth bared in a smile that wasn’t remotely close to happy. “It was amusing, knowing that we had you all fooled. It stirred something inside us as his blood covered our hands, something dangerous that we embraced and chased after.”

     Scott closed his eyes as he tried to calm down and remind himself that Stiles was no longer the Nogitsune. His friend had been through hell; he was overwhelmed and pushed far past his breaking point, and he simply wasn’t thinking right. “Stop saying ‘we’, Stiles. That was all the Nogitsune, not you.” He said, opening his eyes to level his own glare at the other boy. “He made you feel those things. They were his emotions, not yours. He controlled you, so you couldn’t help those things.”

     Stiles exhaled, the sound thin and shaky as his smile disappeared, replaced with a grief that Scott would never understand. A single corner of his lips twitched into a non-existent smile, and he spoke. “Yet, you’re scared of me, Scott.”

     And Scott, he couldn’t deny it. It would be a lie, and a bald-faced one at that. But a little fear wasn’t going to break them. He wouldn’t let it.

     “I don’t want to be.” He said in a rush, finally bridging the distance between them as he grabbed Stiles’ shoulders. Stiles flinched, hands raising in surprise and making Scott flinch as well. But they didn’t pull away, even as their eyes reflected each other’s fear. “I don’t want to be scared of you, Stiles. You’re my best friend.”

     Stiles’ eyes watered, and Scott’s followed suit as he continued. “Stiles, you’re my brother, too.” The familiar words weren’t lost on Stiles, and Scott squeezed his shoulders as Stiles’ tears slipped over in tandem with his own. “And that isn’t going to change just because your face tried to kill me.”

     That broke the tension a little, and Stiles’ laugh broke the damn holding back his sobs as he broke down in the middle of the kitchen, clinging tight to Scott as the alpha held him close. Yes, Scott wouldn’t let Allison’s death or the Nogitsune get in the way of being there for Stiles. Not anymore.

[stars-bean]

ꕥ The Addams Family ꕥ ➛ 2.14 - "Morticia's Dilemma"

[ciderjacks]

dad issues

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(I think they were all fundamentally affected by what they saw and just collectively decided not to share the upsetting details)

[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred gets sick of Bruce breaking and losing stuff on patrol so he gets a label maker and starts naming items after the kids

Alfred: I got you a new phone, just like you asked. Its name is Jason. Try not to let it die.

Bruce, tearing up: Why would you say that—