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hazshit-hotel-hater · 2 months

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Since Viv still somehow cannot decide on what Angel overdosed on. I am taking my liberties and doing it my goddamn self. I will also be formatting this into a summary of what I think a good small backstory scene could be like while also giving Angel a safespace and bonding experience.

It’s in the tags but WARNING there is discussion of drug abuse and overdosing in this summary.

Urg, okay, Vague but also kind of not vague angel backstory stuff because ig viv cant make up her mind on her own OCs backstory

Angel is lying in bed with Husk sitting at the edge as per usual, and Angel starts talking about a few mild personal things (mental struggles, work, general issues, etc) and Husk suggests taking something mild to help him relax and sleep so he gets up and gets him a few pills and puts them in Angel’s hand; says its Benadryl just to help him sleep a bit, but notices quickly that Angel is suspiciously reluctant to take or even look at the pills. Obviously, he asks what's up and is met with the answer of, “Nothin’ I just don’t… use that stuff.” It piques Husk’s interest, and asks if it doesn’t work for Angel, who responds with, “It definitely works.” but ultimately, Husk decides not to pry; however, he lets Angel know he’s open to listen if it’s something he feels like he wants to talk about.

Angel, being weirdly stubborn but also becoming a bit more open with Husk by this time, takes a few minutes to actually say something but eventually informs Husk that it was something he used to try and get high off and had some really good and really bad trips with, but it was the drug that ultimately led to him suffering an overdose and never waking up after it. Both of them are quiet for a bit until Husk gets up and searches for something else to help Angel sleep and, once again, places a few small pills in his hand and says he can try these, but if not, he can try something else without pills. Angel is still reluctant but ends up accepting the offer and proceeds to carefully assort the pills into little categories, saying it’s something he ‘needs to do’. Husk doesn’t push further than that and watches Angel take the pills before the other lays down again.

Things once again go silent for a good ten or so minutes until Husk notices Angel uncomfortably folding his hands over his stomach but mentions that pills always make him feel queasy to an extent and that he only takes them with other people around so he’s distracted from the discomfort they give him. In an attempt to calm Angel’s apparent nerves on the topic, he decides to sit with the other until Angel falls asleep. Eventually, Husk follows suit, with both of them waking up the next morning and Angel giving a relieved and grateful, albeit shaky, sigh. The next morning consists of Angel thanking Husk but ends with the two coming to an agreement that next time Angel can't sleep, a liquid medication approach would be better.

I don’t know if I’ll ever do a full fledged writing of this, but the concept of triggers is something I’ve personally yet to see stated in Hazbin Hotel. This would be a good way to discuss clear lingering trauma Angel has while still treating it with the gentleness the character needs and severity the topic needs. Benadryl was also just becoming a thing around the 1940’s so it makes sense for this to be something Angel very likely could’ve overdosed on. The topic of common triggers is something interesting too; I’ve seen that in other media obviously but even though I know we won’t get it, it’d be nice to see the caution around said trigger and very slowly seeing the character become more open to it if it is a common thing like this. Not everyone will get over triggers and I myself also used to have a strained relationship with a certain pill like this, but there is always the chance that you will be able to use it somewhat normally again.

If this were to happen I’d be fine with it if Angel never got over the discomfort of pills, but much later on in the series if we saw him take some kind of antihistamine casually and comfortably it’d be really nice to see that kind of growth. And as for Husk, I’d like to see him be less shame-y with Angel’s struggles like he was in Episode 6. Since we’ve basically lost Cherri Bomb as his safespace from external stressors, I really think Angel will benefit from an actually deeply caring friend, especially one that doesn’t overstep his boundaries and doesn’t encourage self destructive behaviour. The same goes for Angel by the way, I’m really pissed that they didn’t have Angel apologise for harassing Husk and everyone else. It really is not that hard to at least try to have him feel sorry about that sort of thing. Fuck, here’s something I wrote in like 20 minutes.

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It’d be really nice to have someone to talk to, honestly, even though he didn’t speak to Husk very much at all prior to this; he was looking forward to it a little more now. Coming home… er… coming back to the hotel after work and chatting casually at a bar was just… something about it sounded so… calm. Sure, he could go to a random bar and flirt with some rando, but talking with an actual acquaintance while having a few drinks seemed so freeing. Not having to worry about someone staring at him from across the room and getting approached about some kind of ‘offer’ outside.

God, he fucking hated that... “Fuck…” Soft smile melding into a grimace, Angel began to chew slower and slower until he eventually stopped altogether and harshly swallowed. He’d probably been making Husk feel gross like that for ages now. Obviously, he’d seen the disgruntled faces he’d get in return for flirting, but he’d never actually thought about it like that until now. He couldn’t even say, ‘for some reason, it made him feel gross’; he knew exactly why; coming to terms with that, on the other hand, was a lot more uncomfortable than he’d imagined. “Hey, uh… Not to damper the mood, but… I…”His chest puffed as he took a deep breath, and each word pulled Angel to avert his gaze further from his food and the cat sitting across from him. “I was gonna say… I’m sorry for bein’ weird and touchin’ your face yesterday…” As he spoke up, his voice lightly cracked near the end of his sentence. “And when we were filmin’ the hotel commercial… And every time I’ve put my legs on ya lap… And any otha time I did somethin’ like that.”

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I haven’t even finished this writing yet (I’ll likely add the rest when I do finish it) but you can see that it genuinely is not that hard to fit in an apology.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed my little Angel Dust ideas. Be prepared for more eventually

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prettyrainsstuff · 13 days

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Cuddling with Nikolai? :3

OKAY!! thanks for the request, I barely get any anymore :D

Cuddling with Nikolai Gogol! (Female aligned DNI)

Contents:Headcanons/Scenario of Nikolai Gogol from Bungo Stray Dogs Cuddling with a male reader.

Warnings: Mentions of crime (Murder), physical touch(?) drugs (Benadryl(?) Cussing/Swearing(?)

-This silly dude😭

-It will be 12 in the fucking morning and he will be bouncing off the walls

-This silly guy is NEVER calm

-the chillest you’ve ever seen him is when you two are sleeping

-But thats basically it.

-Whenever he wants to cuddle he WILL make sure you know it.

-Give him a fucking Benadryl and hopefully he will calm down /hj

-After a long day of murdering people he’ll jump right into your arms

-“[Name]..! Carry me, Please…?” He would whine

-Wow even a long day at work he’s calmed down

-when he’s usually energetic you’ll have to be the one to take him to bed (and tie him to the bed post so he won’t run away /j)

-But when he’s ACTUALLY a bit tired he’ll be the one to pull you into bed and cuddle with you

-his head is gonna be nuzzled into your stomach as you gently or sleepily play with his white hair as you both fall asleep

Scenario

You were currently writing a document for work as Nikolai was nagging you to come and do something with you.

“[Name!] Come on! Just ditch the whole document already! You can finish it later can’t you?” Nikolai whined

“Sorry Niko..I can’t right now.”

“Haven’t you been working on that one for weeks? Come on! Come and do something with me!”

“Nikolai, I already told you I can’t. Its to late..Its 12 in the morning.”

“Its also too late to be writing stupid documents for your stupid work!” Nikolai closed your laptop, with his hand teleporting through his cape

You were about to scold him but Nikolai was right.

You looked at the time again. The clock showed ‘12:52 AM’

You sighed softly. “You know what. Alright. Its getting late, how about we just head to bed?”

Nikolai squealed in absolute joy.

“Yay! Lets go!” Nikolai pulled you toward the bed and gently pushed you on it before laying on top of you, his face nuzzled against your stomach.

You smiled and started to sleepily play with Nikolai’s hair before turning the lamp off and you both drifting to sleep.

#bungou stray dogs #male reader #bungo stray dogs x male reader #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol x you #nikolai gogol x male reader

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expired-applejuice · 1 year

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Part 5 of incorrect quotes

Bahorel: Guys, there's a monster under my bed and it's really ugly.

Grantaire, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Cosette: i made a Marshmallow Inspector Javert.

Cosette: see? his arms are crossed because he's mad at Marshmallow Valjean for escaping him.

Cosette: you like it?

Javert:

Javert: *choked up* it's fine.

Courfeyrac: Once again, Courfeyrac and Combeferre save the day.

Enjolras: You didn't do anything It was all Combeferre.

Courfeyrac: We're a package deal. Everybody knows that.

Grantaire: Hello, fellow idiots

Enjolras: Hello, Grantaire

Grantaire: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Enjolras: You underestimate me

*Combeferre is cooking*

Grantaire: Any chance that's for me?

Combeferre: It's for Courfeyrac. I'm planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Enjolras: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment

Enjolras: Feuilly isn't answering his phone

Bahorel: I'll call

Combeferre: Enjolras and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Feuilly: Hello?

Javert: God, give me patience.

Valjean: I think you mean "give me strength".

Javert: No, You better hope God doesn't give me strength because if he did, you'd be dead.

Joly: Hey, Bossuet? What does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Bossuet: i don't know, I love you, talk to you later.

Joly: Oh, okay, I'll just ask Musichetta. I love you too.

Bossuet:

Jehan: You have to apologize.

Montparnasse: Fine, but this might make me a better and more likable person and that is not the man you fell in love with!

Someone may have done this

*playing truth or dare*

Eponine: Okay, truth or dare?

Grantaire: Dare.

Eponine: Kiss the next person who arrives.

Grantaire: Gross, I'm not kissing any of you. None of you are my type.

*Enjolras walks in*

Grantaire:

Grantaire, using breath stray and putting on chapstick: Well, a dare's a dare.

Courfeyrac: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Marius: Seize the day, seize the night, what's the last one?

Courfeyrac: Seize the dick.

Grantaire: mean, sure, I have my bad days. But then I remember what a cute smile Apollo has.

Combeferre: *seductively takes off glasses*

Combeferre: Wow...

Courfeyrac, blushing: Haha... what?

Combeferre: You're really fucking blurry.

Bossuet: Hey, babe.

Joly: Hmm?

Bossuet: I need your help with a math problem.

Joly: Oh, sure! What do you need?

Bossuet: How do you simplify 2i<6u?

Joly: i<3u

Bossuet: Awww, i<3u too!

Joly:

Enjolras, texting Bossuet: Send dudes

Bossuet: You mean-

Bossuet: You mean send nudes??!

Enjolras: No, we crashed the funeral and I'm bleeding. Send Grantaire

Grantaire: *already ran out the door*

Combeferre: I know every song to ever exist, doesn't matter when it was made.

Enjolras: Oh, yeah?

Grantaire: Finish this; I don't cook, I don't clean-

Combeferre: but let me tell you how got this ring,

Combeferre, Grantaire, and Courfeyrac, who came out of no were: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME, DRIP DOWN THE SIDE OF ME-

*undercover*

Eponine: You don't think can fight because I'm a girl.

Marius: 'Ponie I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. To be fair, don't think Bahorel could fight in that either.

Bahorel: No, but I'd make a bomb ass wife.

Valjean: You're pouting.

Javert: I'm not pouting, I'm brooding.

Valjean: That's how pretty men pout.

Valjean, picking up his phone: Javert? I'm kind of busy right now-

Javert: Do you think drinking thirty-six cans of Redbull consecutively would heighten my senses or would I just die?

Valjean:

Valjean: I'm on my way.

Eponine: Bitches be like "I'm baby" but have childhood trauma and were neglected.

Eponine: Like what do you know about being baby? You were forced to grow up from an early age.

Eponine:

Everyone else:

Eponine: It's me. I'm bitches.

Gavroche, sighing: We know.

Feuilly: Y'all ever get so tired you see spiders?

Grantaire: Me when I take seventeen Benadryl and start seeing the Hat Man.

Jehan: THE WHAT?

Grantaire: Oh, so this is suddenly not a safe space?

Courfeyrac: Relationships should be 50/50; Combeferre cooks dinner while I sit on the counter looking pretty.

Bahorel: Not everyone likes you, Montparnasse. You aren't Feuilly.

Montparnasse: Not everyone likes Feuilly??

Enjolras, coming out of no where: Who?

Montparnasse:

Bahorel, cracking his knuckles: we need names, Montparnasse.

Musichetta: Can you two cut me some slack? I'm sort of in love.

Joly: I'm sorry, but that's really not our problem.

Musichetta: I'm in love with you both.

Bossuet, blushing: Oh... that brings us into the loop a little.

Combeferre: I fell-

Courfeyrac: From heaven?

Combeferre: No, I literally fell-

Courfeyrac: In love with me the moment you saw me

Combeferre: MY ARM IS BROKEN, COURFEYRAC

Courfeyrac: Ok, but am I pretty? Be honest.

*Combeferre and Grantaire in a casino*

Combeferre: Grantaire, we're about to get kicked out-

Grantaire: Shush!

Combeferre: We gotta-

Grantaire: Shut up!

Combeferre: R-

Grantaire: Shh! Shush, shush, shush! Do you hear that?

Combeferre: Wha- are you drunk?

Grantaire: Yes, but listen!

Combeferre:

Grantaire:

Grantaire: It's the sound of me not giving a fuck.

Javert: We all have our demons.

Javert, pointing at Les Amis: These ones are mine.

Valjean, helping Marius stand after being wounded: You need to be careful, you're loosing a lot of blood-

Marius, loopy: I'm not "loosing" it, I know exactly where it is!

*Marius points to the puddle of his blood on the floor.*

Valjean: Oh, dear Lord, I should just leave you.

Enjolras, making his third cup of coffee: Why are my hands so shaky?

Combeferre, on his fifth: Your skeleton is ready to hatch.

Montparnasse, to Feuilly: What's the first thing you notice when someone approaches you?

Bahorel, holding Feuilly's hand: The audacity.

Combeferre: Did you know-

Bahorel: That somethings are better left unsaid?

Combeferre: Nice try.

Eponine: Do you have any idea how dangerous I'd be if I had zero self doubt?

Jehan: If I were a drink, I'd be cherry vanilla coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Grantaire: Bleach.

Bahorel: Blood

Montparnasse: arsenic

Feuilly: Alright, calm down edgelords.

Grantaire: Dad didn't raise a quitter!

Joly: I thought your dad left?

Grantaire: Which is why I'm quitting.

Grantaire to Combeferre: Do you think I'm ugly?

Combeferre: It's not about looks, R. What's valuable is on the inside.

Grantaire, touched: Aww...

Combeferre: For example, someone's heart.

Grantaire: You're a good friend, Combeferre -

Combeferre: It can be priced at over one million US dollars, you know.

Grantaire:

Grantaire: Ok, here's my wishlist.

Musichetta: This is surprisingly reasonable.

Joly: We could probably get all this by Christmas.

Enjolras: Oh, so no one's gonna ask why I'm on the list?

Grantaire: That's more of a hope.

Enjolras: I still don't get why I'm on the list?

Bossuet, to Grantaire: Are you sure you don't want someone else?

Grantaire: Nope, I want him.

Enjolras: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY I'M OM THE LIST?!

*playing Would You Rather?*

Eponine: Ok, R. Would you rather die or-

Grantaire: Die.

Cosette: She hasn't even-

Grantaire: Die.

Marius: Grantaire, we talked about this...

Enjolras: I was born for politics.

Enjolras: have great hair and I'm great at lying.

Bahorel: I've thought about taking swim classes for adults, but honestly that's sadder than just drowning.

Combeferre, to Grantaire: I need 45 minutes away from you, and then we can be best friends again.

Montparnasse: *raises eyebrows *

Jehan: Put those back down

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fuckin-sick-bih · 1 year

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Tattoos and Tissues

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie is a tattoo shop owner and all is going swimmingly until a certain familiar face from high school drops in to ask for help with tattoo design but ends up setting off his allergies. But Eddie can't pinpoint why his ex-bully is so... squirmy? CW: Really mild mention of mess? Steve has the kink but it's really only implied. Word Count: 4k Author Note: Heya! I tried to throw some fun kink-related scenario stuff into this fic just for shits and giggles. But also kept it pretty tame, but I've got some ideas for a pt 2 and possibly pt 3 if y'all like this? And those might get spicier. So just let me know if you like this AU or just really sneezy Eddie in general. It was fun to write! Also kinda lowkey maybe sorta snuck in some Autistic Eddie bc hi author is autistic oops. MINORS DNI

It was winter. Blessedly crisp and cold, and even if Eddie hated being cold, he liked winter. It was one of the few seasons where he wasn’t the sneezy friend for once in his life. No, with his Munson Constitution, Eddie had an immune system like a damn suit of armor.

Come Spring, Summer, and even Fall? Eddie was bound to sneeze on and off all damn day depending on the pollen count for the various things he was allergic to. The only reason he was usually functional at all was because of getting allergy shots that helped make his itchiness, sneezing, and everything else more manageable. When he couldn’t do that he just had to pop some Benadryl and hope for the best.

Eddie’s chilly fingers were currently wrapped around a coffee mug as he headed into work, greeting Gareth sleepily with a mumble.

“Dude. It’s 11am. You should absolutely be awake by now.” Gareth said incredulously from behind the counter where he was going over the schedule for the day. They’d only just opened. Such was the luxury of owning a tattoo parlor, they could open just before noon, and it was completely normal for them.

Eddie sipped his coffee and waved a ring clad hand at Gareth, shushing him once he’d swallowed. “Shhh… you sound like my uncle when you nag like that.” He complains and has another sip of coffee, leaning over to peek at the schedule. “I got anything early?”

It wasn’t unusual for Eddie to lean into other people’s personal space and Garret just rolled his eyes and shoved him back over the counter. “No. When do you ever? Chrissy always does mornings for you.”

“He’s riiiiight.” Chrissy says with a sing song voice as she comes skipping over to Eddie with a grin on her face. She steals his coffee cup for a sip and Eddie doesn’t even whine as she does so. Just lets her have it.

Eddie wraps an arm around Chrissy’s shoulders and squeezes her gently. “And you’re an angel for it. An angel!” He insists and turns his face away from her to yawn into his arm. “Urgh sorry.”

One of Chrissy’s hands comes up to gently cup Eddie’s face, eyeing the bags under his eyes and how bloodshot they look. “Is it nightmares again?” She asks him quietly to which Garret politely pretends to be busy doing anything but listening in.

With a fake smile, Eddie gently takes her hand off his face and squeezes it reassuringly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He told her quietly and kissed the top of her head. They weren’t together. Had tried it once but Chrissy had broken down and sobbed to Eddie over a bottle of wine that she was a lesbian. Eddie had held her all night, reassured her, promised her that no matter what he loved her and supported her wholeheartedly.

So, they weren’t together, but they were as thick as thieves. Closer than siblings but not together in any romantic or sexual sense. They just knew each other too well. On some deeper level… Chrissy knew shit about Eddie’s past that no one else knew and Eddie, in turn, knew things about Chrissy he’d never breathe a word about…

The door chimed and Chrissy stepped back to look at the person who had come through the doors. “Hi, welcomed to Banished Tattoo, if you’re my eleven thirty you’re pretty early, eager beaver.” She greeted chipperly to which the stranger seemed surprised.

“Uh… no actually. I was looking around at some tattoo places near my new apartment and this place is pretty close. Thought I’d stop by and check out some work. Maybe talk design ideas if I like your stuff?” And the man used a hand to brush his stray bangs that had fallen back up out of his face.

Strangely familiar… He was gorgeous. No really. Utterly and completely heart-stopping. Those soft lips and handsome jaw with that perfect fucking hair, those little moles, fuck Eddie was smitten already, and the motherfucker hadn’t even agreed to a tattoo yet.

In fact, it didn’t look like he had any tattoos at all… Eddie was somewhat confused but left Chrissy to set him up with their work portfolio booklets full of their best pieces. He took his coffee to his tattooing station on the lower floor.

All of Chrissy’s things were in the loft area up top. She was so short and so liked to feel tall otherwise. A little while later, Eddie became aware of Chrissy’s presence behind him when he was about half way done with his coffee. “Oh no…” He said quietly. “Don’t tell me…”

“He liked your work.” Chrissy said with a grin and grabbed him by one of his curls to pull him out from behind the dividing wall to the waiting area while Eddie hisses “ow ow ow ow ow Chrissy-!”

Once they’re in front of this poor stranger, already subjected to Eddie’s nonsense this early in the morning (at least in Eddie’s opinion), Eddie tucks the strand of hair Chrissy pulled him by back behind his ear.

“Sorry, he’s not a morning person is all.” Chrissy explained, still cheerful as ever. “I’ve got to go prepare for my eleven thirty. You boys have fun brainstorming.” And with that she hurried off back up to the loft.

Eddie wanted to grumble but instead he took a breath, felt a dull tingle in his nose and ignored it, before switching his coffee to his nondominant hand to offer a handshake out to the other man. “Eddie Munson. So, you liked my stuff and wanna design a tattoo?”

The other man takes the offered hand to shake it and nods. “Yeah! I really liked your style and consistency, man. I’m Steve Harrington.” He introduced himself and Eddie could swear the name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

His nose prickled with that itchy sort of tickling sensation again and Eddie rubbed at it with the back of his wrist. “Steve Harrington, huh? Nice to meet ya. Let me grab some things and we can get settled in my tattooing area to design this if you want? There’s a couch in there?” He offered and headed back to his area. Rummaging around a little, Eddie pulled out his sketchbook, pencils, and pens. “So, what’s our tattoo idea?”

Slowly, Steve eased down on the black leather couch while Eddie leaned against the tattooing table, setting his coffee down there. “I’m not totally sure… I babysit these kids and I sort of just promised them if they’re all graduating with A’s then I’ll get a tattoo for them. And well- I’m a man of my word.”

A loud sigh escaped Eddie as he smiled and rubbed a hand over his face. “Oh man… You’re in some shit. Okay, bud. You want something small or big?” He asked casually and felt the tickle spike in intensity for a moment. “Hih… Uh… h-hang on one s-seehhcond…”

Holding up a finger with the hand still holding his pencil, Eddie lifts his opposite arm to prepare to sneeze into his elbow. “EhhhXT’shh! Ugh sorry. S’cuse me.” He shook his head, curls flopping wildly for a moment and sniffed.

“Bless you.” Steve said, blinking a few times and looking like he had to recover for a moment. “Are you okay?”

Eddie waved off his concern with another sniff and a nod. “I’m fine. So, this tattoo. How big or small? Any sort of theme you’re th-hiih-inking about?” He questioned and tapped his pencil against the paper a little, the itch still bothering him.

Poor Steve looked completely out of his element now that they were talking about putting ink on him specifically. “Um… well… I think small might be better for my first-”

“HiiD’TShhuh! Ugh… snff sorry.” Eddie apologized, realizing he’d interrupted Steve again who looked positively flustered.

Maybe flustered was too kind of a word to use. Actually, Steve looked downright embarrassed. He was bright red but even as Eddie went to ask if he was okay, Steve took his turn to cut him off. “It’s fine. Um. What was I saying? Oh! Small! So how small is small really? Like a quarter? Or… like a drink coaster? I dunno…” He threw his hands a little in frustration and Eddie couldn’t help smiling in endearment.

“You h-hhhaave no idea what you w-want do you?” Eddie asked with a smirk and another sniffle punctuating it.

“No fucking idea.” Steve finally admitted with a groan and put his face in his hands.

Eddie laughed a little and felt his breath wheeze in his chest. “Oh shit. That makes s-sense…” He chokes out, his breath threatening to hitch again. “I can h-help you design a tattoo no p-prehh… problem snfff but I need some allergy meds f-fihh first because something is seriously s-setting me off.” He hitches his way through reassuring Steve and goes to dig in his cabinets for some Benadryl.

For a few moments, Steve looks stunned and is apparently too shocked to speak.

“W-Whhhiih…what’s the batter, Stevie?” Eddie asked, his sinuses swelling a little and congestion settling in to turn his m’s to b’s and n’s to d’s. “Dever heard of allergies b-beeh… eehHID’TsHHew! HeiSHEW! Ugh… fuck be…” He plucked a few tissues from the box on the counter to wipe his nose after sneezing into his elbow.

“No, it’s just- shit. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. Are you allergic to pollen?” Steve asked anxiously and brushed his bangs back out of his face. When Eddie glanced back at him, Steve was still wearing that look like he was beating himself up internally, but he was more concerned than anything else.

Overly so in Eddie’s opinion, but maybe it was because he delt with this on the regular. “I’b allergic to everythi’g, Stevie. Is it a pladt that cad jizz? Thed I’b godda sdeeze add itch add wheeze…” He murmurs and rubs at his nose a little before finally pulling out the godforsaken bottle of Benadryl to down a dose with some water from his water bottle. ”Hiih’tshhuh! Huh… oh by god.”

The way Steve’s expression falls and crumples just about breaks Eddie’s heart. “Shit. Yeah. It’s my fault. I’m a florist. My job is making all the floral arrangements that get put on display or that people order.” He tries to smile softly at Eddie in a reassuring way.

“That bakes- hhii’DTshhuh! Ugh… so buch sedse.” Eddie mumbles, swiping at his nose and rubbing at it in rough circles with the tissue he’s got. His nose itches something fierce and his eyes are starting to get itchy and watery too. God, it makes him want to jump in a steamy hot shower for an hour to rinse the allergens out.

Steve was making to grab his things, looking like he was getting ready to leave. “I’m sorry. I really liked your work but if the allergies are too much I don’t wanna torture you, man…”

Panic rose in Eddie like a snake rearing its head to strike. Something in him didn’t want Steve to leave. He was so damn pretty, held good conversation, and Eddie still can’t place why Steve is familiar. Nope. Something in him tells him Steve can’t leave, not yet.

“D’no!” Eddie said quickly and moved around the tattoo table, knocking the tissue box to the floor in his rush. “Shit- uh d’no uh dod’t go. Seriously, I’b used to this. I- iihhxshhTsh! Fuck. I’b like this all spri’g, subber, add fall. Ask adyode. I cad work through this d’no probleb. I eved keep basks for whed I’b tattooi’g just id case.”

There was a look of uncertainty from Steve as he shifted his weight from foot to foot for a moment, “Your allergies are that bad? Do you get like… allergy shots or whatever? I hear those help.” He picked up the box of tissues off the floor to hand them back to Eddie who took them gratefully.

Eddie nodded when Steve asked if his allergies were that bad, his breath hitching unevenly again while his nostrils twitched. They were starting to get pink and irritated, plucking a few tissues as said nostrils twitched and flared while his breathing stuttered. “Uh-huhh… mmf. Yeah. Get allergy s-shots as ofted as I cad id allergy seasod, but I s-still- Hhxxshuh! Oh by god… sdeeze. Add adyway it’s widter dow. Usually, dothi’g to sdeeze or wheeze about buch udtil I h-hhhave to get the Christbas decoratiods out. Snfff!”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. Really. If you’re not feeling up to this at all we can reschedule, and I can make sure to shower and wear freshly washed clothes?” Steve offers, still watching Eddie worriedly. There was an almost mom-like quality to how he was beginning to hover and now Eddie could see how he’d likely become the babysitter of some highschoolers.

He sniffled again and pawed at his nose a little, hoping to alleviate the itchiness deep within. “I’b a-aaah-alright really. Just sdeezy. I’b so used to t-this. As lodg as you’re dot freaki’g out. If you’re freaki’g out, by all beads, H-hhhharri’gtod…” He stepped back and made a grand gesture with both hands and bowed as if bowing the king out of court.

Then it clicked. Harrington. King Harrington. From high school. This was one of the preppy jocks from that group that tried to single out his little flock of misfits. He had been set to graduate before Harrington until he was held back twice. “EiiTSHHHuh! HeehDTSHHHEW! Ugh-”

“Woah, big sneeze,” Steve said, sounding impressed and almost cheering him on in a way. “Shit. Sorry. My roommate, Robin, and I have this running joke that’s like that. Every time one of us does something like yawn or burp or… I guess even sneeze and it’s big, we say that.” He chuckles bashfully.

A soft, sort of mushy feeling settles in Eddie’s chest, and he really can’t help himself. This was surely not the same King Harrington from high school. “Okay, d’no that’s snff snffff ki’d of cute.” He snuffled against his sleeve and his nostrils twitch and flare again, making Eddie’s eyes squint and water as he begged for relief from the tickle. “Ugh.. fucki’g pladt sperb.” He grumbles and wiggles his nose. “Well, if you and your roobbate ever h-have a gabe of who sdeezes the bost coudt be id. Easy wid.”

Once again Steve’s face seemed to just color up such a brilliant shade of red that Eddie couldn’t even begin to describe. It was richer than just cherry or tomato red. “From uh… from what I’m seeing here I don’t doubt that. But you’ve never seen me with a cold.”

And that sounded like a challenge. Eddie was all about a good old fashioned challenge. “Oh yeah snff, Harri’gtod?” His eyelashes fluttered a little and his breathing hitched ever so slightly, a hand coming up to hover in front of his face. “H-hhhold that th-hhhiihh- thought-! Hih-! HiiTSHH! EhhTShhEW! Eheh… eh-? EhhptSHHEW! EhhKTSHHEW! Huh…”

“Holy fuck, big sneezes. Bless you!” Steve says in a soft sort of awe which makes Eddie laugh softly as he plucks some tissues to clean himself up. He clamped his ring covered hand over his mouth and nose and now it was a total mess which he was struggling to clean up.

Blowing his nose would probably help but with someone like Steve right there, Eddie didn’t exactly want to feel that unattractive. So, he settled for snuffling softly behind a tissue. “Thagks.” He mumbles, cringing at how congested he was getting as he pumped some hand sanitizer onto his hands, rubbing them together rapidly. “Alright. Tell be about these rudts of yours-”

The time flew by after Eddie started asking the right questions. Soon they had an intricately designed piece with many things Steve had listed that the kids did, liked, teased and joked about. Even some inside jokes were thrown into the tattoo. It was smallish. About coaster sized so maybe medium for a first piece.

Steve loved it. Adored it even. He was immediately sending pictures to his roommate who was texting back faster than Chrissy even did sometimes. The Benadryl had mostly kicked in and Eddie was still sniffling and sneezing though not as much. And he was still congested as hell.

“Eddie, really, this is… wow. And I get to have this? Like on my body?” Steve said with a smile that could light up even Eddie’s black, charred, dead heart.

Eddie chuckled quietly and sniffled, rubbing at his itchy nose some more with his wrist. “Uh-huh. All yours, big boy. I just get exclusive rights to tattoo it od you sidce I drew it.” He half jokes. It was a bit like… a code of honor. If one artist starts a piece, they should be the one to finish it unless they can’t. “EhhDTSHHEW! Huh… S’cuse be.” He mumbles and sniffled again, grabbing another tissue to wipe his nose which was now painfully red.

A soft smile crossed Steve’s face, “Bless you. You get to tattoo it on me, Eddie. No worries about that. You sure you’re okay? Don’t need me to get uh-?”

“Chrissy.” Eddie supplies his coworker’s name and shakes his head, curls bouncing again. “D’no. I’b fide. Seriously. I dod’t eved have buch od by schedule today. Snff snfff. Just two sballer tattoos add snfff… I’b hhhih… dode. I thigk snff Garret add Chrissy will udersta’d if I wadt to go hobe early add shower thed pass out.” He admits with a returned smile back at Steve, fighting off another tickle by scrubbing at his nose.

Again, Steve seems… uncomfortable somehow. Eddie seriously hopes all this sneezing isn’t majorly putting Steve off because fuck that would be just Eddie’s luck wouldn’t it? Find the perfect guy for once and he’s a total germaphobe. He suddenly has to yank his hoodie collar up to cover his face as the tickle overwhelms him. “IhhEXXTSHHUH! Oh by fugki’g god…”

Something like a sympathetic noise comes from Steve and he plucks a few tissues from the box to offer them to Eddie who takes them gratefully, hurriedly burying his face in them to- “HehhTSHhuh! Sorry for all the sdeezi’g. Snff. I probise I’b dot usually caught so- udprepared?”

“Eddie,” And god Steve’s voice is so soft when he says his name like that. “It’s alright. Seriously. I don’t mind the sneezing one bit.” He tries to insist but Eddie knows better. He likes to think he knows how to read people, it’s a survival skill at this point. Something he’d had to develop over time because Eddie Munson has no natural social skills.

Leave him alone in a room full of people and he’ll meld into the back wall. The only reason he’d been so loud and obnoxious in high school was to draw the attention of the jocks away from his group of misfits and onto himself. To keep them safe.

So, Eddie, being terrible at social skills as he is, rubs at his nose and sniffles some more. “N’do way, dude. I kdow it’s gross. You dod’t h-have to be polite to m’be.” He laughs it off like he can do most anything someone thinks is gross or weird about him. Even if it’s never quite true deep down.

And then Steve is doing that soft look again, like he’s concerned for Eddie in a way that only Chrissy or Garret (though he pretends not to) has ever been before. And well, obviously, his Uncle Wayne but he’s obligated to it doesn’t count.

Steve is opening his mouth to speak again but the tickle is burning through Eddie’s nose again so he hastily holds up a finger again to tell Steve to wait.

“H-hhhhold that t-thought, bi-ihh big boy exxshhtuh! Huh… N’gxxSHUH! Jesus. Whew. Okay, sorry. Codtidue.” Eddie was hastily swiping at his nose with the tissue he’d luckily caught his sneezes into.

There it is again. The discomfort. Eddie had hoped that making light of his predicament might help put Steve at ease, but it only seemed to make things worse. Guilt gnawed at him even if he couldn’t help it.

With a deep breath and what looked like a lot of effort on Steve’s part, the other man found his voice to speak. “You’re not gross, Eddie. Trust me. But I promise for our actual tattooing appointment I will wear extra clean clothes and come freshly showered so you’re not suffering again. Deal?” He extended a hand out with a smile to shake on it.

Eddie sniffled and grabbed Steve’s hand in a firm grip, rings clicking together. “It’s a deal, Harri’gtod. Ehh….EXT’shew! SnFF!” He’d ducked his face away from Steve to sneeze but still felt the other’s grip tighten so much more. “Sorry.” He mumbled and sniffled a little before facing Steve again.

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve says with a chuckle that sounds a little forced even if his hazel eyes are genuine. “I should get going. I’ve gotta take the kids to D&D at the library later tonight but they wanted to hang out after school.”

That perks Eddie up instantly. “D’no shit?” He laughs and smirks. “You ever stick around to watch the sessions?” He asked, already knowing the answer to that. He just hadn’t realized that flock of seniors were the same seniors he DMed for.

With a casual wave of his hand, Steve shook his head and Eddie swore he could see pollen come off Steve’s jacket sleeve when he moved that fast. “Nah. The kids love the game, but D&D was never really my-”

“EuhhTShhuh! Hept’SHuh! EISSHhuh! Fuck- sorry.”

“- thing… Bless you three times, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to make it not as big of a deal this time, but Steve still squirmed, and he wanted to curse himself. This was awful. Embarrassing himself in front of his brand new crush on his former high school bully. Even if Harrington had never really bullied him just… never stopped some of the others from it. Half the jocks picked on him while the other half knew better than to fuck with their dealer.

So, Eddie had always chalked it up to Harrington didn’t want to fuck up his relationship to his weed dealer.

With a sniffle and rubbing his wrist against his nose, Eddie stepped back to nod towards the shop exit. “I wod’t keep you thed, but you should stay add watch a sessiod sobe tibe. Bight chadge your bide od liki’g it… Okay, you better get to those twerps before you’re late.” He teases congestedly and puts on another smile for Steve, lifting his sketchbook. “I’ve got a desigd to idk add prep for you od Tuesday.”

Steve chuckles softly and nods, “Alright, alright.” He checks his watch, and his eyes widen. “Oh shit, it’s nearly two already. Yeah, thank you! So much, Eddie, really! I love it. I’ll see you on Tuesday!” And without much else said, Steve left his tattooing room in a rush while Eddie sniffled.

“See ya,” Eddie said with a wave.

It wasn’t maybe a minute later that Chrissy came rushing into his tattooing area with a wild grin on her face. “Eddie! It went well?!” But her face fell as she saw what an allergic mess he was. “Oh, Eds, sweetie- did you take allergy meds?”

With a wave of his hand, Eddie brushed her concerns off. “I did yeah. Already got it id be. I guess it wedt well? We talked for a lo’g while to bake sure we got his first tat right, y’kdow?” He explained to Chrissy, rubbing at his nose to itch it some but it makes an awful squelching sound.

Chrissy makes a face at the noise but shakes her head. “No, you idiot!” She looks positively thrilled to share this news with him. “Eddie, he was definitely hard when he left.”

A beat of silence.

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously and met Chrissy’s eyes. “You’re joki’g? You’re dot joki’g. D’no… you’ve gotta be fucki’g with be…”

Chrissy watched him as Eddie began to pace between her and the cabinets of his workstation. “I’m not- Eddie, what happened?”

“Ehh… EPTSH’uhh! Ugh… sorry. Okay this is godda sou’d crazy… but I thidk by dew cliedt is ki’d of idto by sdeezes.”

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I Just Can’t Do This Anymore PT1

Rodolfo has been at his limit for a while. He can’t handle never being enough for anyone, he can’t handle loving someone who he is sure doesn’t love him back. He’s ready to be done with all of this. So, he writes his note and he says goodbye. And then... he wakes up again. But this time... he wakes up hungry.

TW: Suicide, cannibalism, murder, self hatred, DD:DE

Dear Alejandro,

Or whoever reads this note. Alvarez, Alejandro… whoever.

I’m sorry. I know it’s cliche, but I am. I’ve spent most of my life just trying to be better. Healthier. Nicer. I’ve just gotten to a point in my life where I’ve realized I am a deeply unlikeable person.

I can’t make friends stay long enough, I can’t even get the man I am in love with to love me back. I am deeply and utterly unloveable. Unlikeable. I tried so unbelievably hard to just be someone that people would like. And I am not.

I act like nothing affects me, but the truth is… it does. I am so deeply unhappy with my life and it’s getting to a point where I just can’t ignore it. Gentle teasing has become too hard for me to stomach. I say things and they’re ignored and… I want to fly off the handle.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t be better. I’m sorry I couldn’t be good enough. I’m sorry I couldn’t make everyone happy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that I wasn’t born a daughter to my mother. I’m sorry I couldn’t be good enough to my father. I’m sorry I fell in love with you, knowing you could never love me back, knowing I would never be good enough, Alejandro. I’m sorry.

I shouldn’t have even been allowed into the military. I lied on all of my tests. I just wanted to follow you, I wanted to stay with you.

I’m sorry.

Rodolfo.

Rodolfo looked down at the small piece of paper. Funny, he had felt like he’d had more to say before. But, this seemed to be all his brain could come up with as he folded it in half and left it beside his bed. He didn’t want to be messy, he wanted everything to be neat.

No one would find him until it was too late. Alejandro was at a bar, likely having a hookup. All of their men were either home or in their quarters, asleep.

Rodolfo would have full peace, full edge to do this. So, he started to take the pills.

He had been smart. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take all of them at once. So he had a giant bottle of water, which he was using to take them four at a time.

And finally, a whole bottle of benadryl. A giant bottle. Not the little ones you get for four dollars at a convenience store or pharmacy. It was the big bulk off-brand bottle you get from a bulk store.

He didn’t intend to wake up from this one. He had failed before. Perhaps he had wanted to fail, perhaps he hadn’t been quite ready to die, yet. But this time… This time he was ready.

He’d woken up in a good mood for the first time in months. He’d smiled to everyone, hell, he’d even waved when he’d went to check on Valeria, who was being held for questioning.

He’d given the biggest smiles he’d ever given to everyone, too.

Some were shocked, he knew. But… It was okay, because it was finally over. He carefully curled up in bed, staring at the wall. Already, sleep tugged at the sides of his brain, and he gave into it, slowly.

I’m sorry.

Waking up was a new sort of hell. Rodolfo’s brain felt so unbelievably foggy and he was absolutely starving. Eat. Eat.

He dragged himself out of bed, frowning as he saw the folded up suicide note on the side table by his bed. Had he survived? Well, that would explain the shit feeling. Fuck, it felt like his body was rejecting every inch of his skin.

How the actual fuck had he even survived? He looked down at his hands, frowning at the pale ashy tint to his skin, almost as if a grey tint had been poured over it. Gross. He needed a shower. So, he headed in that direction, stepping into the bathroom and stripping himself of his clothing.

He turned the water as hot as it could go, barely even feeling the way it scalded his skin. Really? He just felt disappointed. He’d really hoped this was the one. He’d really hoped he was done.

There was always later, he supposed, but he’d really been hoping it was now.

He scratched so hard into his skin it was deep red and then when he decided he was satisfied, he got out, dried off, and then pulled clothes back on.

He took the note and shoved it in the nightstand, the other ones in it just laughing at him. One of you will be used one day, he was sure.

One day.

Rodolfo was unsurprised at how tired he was. He’d taken an entire bottle of benadryl, being exhausted was expected, honestly. But, this was almost excessive. He rubbed at his eyes and just shrugged it off, deciding to worry about it, later.

Rodolfo looked at the empty bottle of benadryl and made a face. He’d taken an entire giant bottle. It’d been unopened, too, and 600 tablets at 25 milligrams each… 15,000. Fifteen thousand. He’d taken 15,000 milligrams of benadryl, which was literally just diphenhydramine with an antihistamine.

1.5 grams of diphenhydramine was potentially lethal. You could survive it but… it was still potentially lethal. Rodolfo had taken 15 grams of benadryl. He counted on his fingers to do the math, too tired to be bothered with doing mental math. 1.5, 3, 4.5… That was ten times the potentially lethal dose of Benadryl.

How the actual fuck was he alive? And honestly, despite feeling like he’d only slept for an hour after being awake three days… He felt fine. He felt alive. He touched his wrist, feeling his heartbeat.

His attention was torn towards the door as he heard footsteps approach and then a soft knocking. He frowned and carefully moved towards the door, opening it to see Alejandro was standing there.

“Rudy,” Alejandro smiled and then frowned barely a moment later. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” Rodolfo snorted and then reached up, touching his face. “What do you need?”

“It’s 11:00.” Alejandro raised an eyebrow.

“It is?!” Rodolfo jerked his head to look at the clock, confirming that it was, in fact, 11:00. Rodolfo usually didn’t sleep that late. “Oh my god, I’m- Fuck, I didn’t realize.” He held his head and then shook it. “Give me a moment-”

“That’s fine, but you need to hurry. We’re supposed to head out. You missed Valeria being released, by the way.” Alejandro sighed, softly.

Rodolfo quickly nodded and closed the door again before yanking on his hoodie and boots, lacing them up as fast as he could. Fuck, Alejandro was probably so pissed. He went and checked his face in the mirror, frowning at the dark circles under his eyes. He’d survived 15 grams of benadryl, that was probably to be expected, but damn.

His stomach cramped and he winced. He’d eat after the mission. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too distracting…

He shook it off and turned, quickly leaving.

“Rudy, are you sure you’re okay?” This was not an appropriate question to ask over the comms. Even still, his heart fluttered at the concern in Alejandro’s voice. “You’ve been acting off.”

Rodolfo held his gun tightly, trying hard to ignore the aching in his stomach. “I’m good, commander. I didn’t sleep well last night, but I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Alejandro didn’t sound convinced but Rodolfo didn’t mind. He knew Alejandro wouldn’t question him too much on the subject. They used to have so many arguments because Alejandro would push Rodolfo too hard on issues he didn’t want to answer.

Rodolfo shook his head, his eyelids feeling heavy. Fuck. Then, he felt nauseous. Oh, no, oh no. He tried to guide his team into the building they needed to be in, falling back and pretending to be holding the door.

They were doing another raid, it was just a raid. Valeria was being released the next day, so they were doing their best to get done what they could, which had so far been nothing. However, a raid was a raid. Hard to go wrong with them.

As soon as all of his men were through, he fell over and vomited immediately. He made a face at the little pink pills in his vomit, holding his stomach. His gun had fallen a small distance away. God, there was blood, too, making his actual vomit a similar color to the pills, though they were slightly too artificially pink.

He gagged and then puked again, more of the pills coming up. “Fuck…” He rasped, his vision slightly blurry. He hated puking, he hated it so much.

Fingers touched the side of his face and his anxiety spiked. If Alejandro saw the pills, he’d know what happened, immediately. He looked up, expecting to see Alejandro’s face, but instead he was greeted with a woman’s. Not Valeria but… if his eyes unfocused, he could have easily mistaken her for Valeria.

“Aww… poor thing…” She cooed and then clicked her tongue. “You almost succeeded that time.”

Her voice made his stomach clench and her touch made his skin crawl. She smelled wrong. Like… too much perfume. But she was beautiful. Not in a way that made Rodolfo want her but… in a way that made him unable to stare for too long.

She touched more of his face and he couldn’t resist the urge anymore, hunching over and puking again. This time, it was mostly blood and she laughed at him. Of course she did. She’d done this. He didn’t know how but this was her fault.

The woman cupped his face and made him look up at her, though his vision had blurred more and it was so hard to see her. Tears filled his eyes and he gagged again, his body trying to vomit, but there wasn’t anything else for him to puke up. “I don’t think this is quite what he wanted, but then again, I’m not getting anything in return for it.” She was cooing it, like she was talking to a small child.

Despite how much he needed to throw up, again, he felt himself relaxing from her voice. “I… I…” He gagged and dry heaved, hunching back over. “Why??” He managed.

“I don’t know. He asked, I answered.” She murmured and then she leaned forward, kissing Rodolfo’s forehead. “67 attempts. That’s impressive. You’re trying so hard… It’s okay, you were always destined to fail… You tried your best and that’s what matters.”

Tears rolled down Rodolfo’s face and he started to sob, though it mixed with gags and heaves. God, what was wrong with his body?! He didn’t have anything left to puke up!

“Even my little interferences wouldn’t have worked this time…” She sighed and Rodolfo sobbed, trying hard to keep his body from puking again. “So, I did something a bit more permanent.”

Rodolfo’s body finally stopped having the urge to throw up and he hunched forward again, squeezing his eyes shut. This was hell, this was unbelievably hell. “You’re probably so hungry…”

Rodolfo was. He was so unbelievably hungry. His stomach was aching. Her voice was gentle as she spoke again. “Eat, my love… When the opportunity comes… just give into it. Gorge yourself… It’s okay… you have my permission…”

Rodolfo sniffled and reached up, wiping at his mouth and looking at the blood on his fingers. She tsked and got out a cloth, gently cleaning his face. Rodolfo keened into the touch, closing his eyes as her cloth swiped over his skin.

“Not quite clean. But I’ll accept that.” She murmured and then his eyes were opening again as she again cupped his face. “I have to go…”

Rodolfo shook his head, unsure why but he didn’t want her to. “Please don’t, please-”

“I’m sorry, love, but I have to.” She leaned forward and her ice cold lips pressed to his forehead. The action soothed him, completely, and he relaxed. “Goodbye.”

Then, she was gone, as if she’d never came. Rodolfo touched his face and it was clean, though the puddle of his own puke was still there. He got up on shaky legs, hardly able to comprehend what had just happened to him, but unsure he wanted to, anyway.

Finally, he turned and rushed into the building, after his men. They were clearing out rooms, as they were supposed to so Rodolfo barked orders into the radio. “Clear and then get out!”

“Yes, sir!” Came back and Rodolfo relaxed.

He helped to clear each room, but mostly he checked on everyone, which was his job regardless. “Commander Vargas, our building is cleared. I’m going to do a sweep and then I’ll reconvene.”

“Be on guard, Rodolfo.”

“I always am.” Rodolfo shook his head when Alejandro just laughed in response. Alright, maybe not. But, he would be, this time.

The hunger in his stomach was getting harder and harder to ignore, but ignore it, he did. He didn’t need to eat, right now, he needed to clear these rooms. Carefully, he checked in each one of them, pointing his gun, first.

When he got to the end of a hall, he stopped at a smell. Human, he could immediately tell, but… god, it smelled fantastic. Like asada when he and Alejandro would have the Vaqueros at the ranch. Alejandro was so good at making asada and the smell of it cooking was practically mouth watering.

Fuck that, it was mouthwatering. Rodolfo was usually the one to cook, but the one thing he left for Alejandro was the asada.

That sensation came back to Rodolfo and he just melted, breathing in the scent. God, he was starving… He could smell blood and he was so unbelievably hungry. He closed his eyes as he reached the door, stumbling a bit.

He was so hungry… God, he was so hungry. He was starving, he was so unbelievably hungry. The idea of having a steak and just ripping into it with his teeth was so unbelievably fantastic to him. He could perfectly visualize the sensation.

He put his hand on the door handle before pushing open the door, the mouth watering scent of meat and blood hitting him full force. He stumbled into the room, breathing hard from just how hungry he was. He remembered a time he’d gotten stuck in the woods and how unbelievably hungry he’d been.

He had found a dead deer and he remembered being so hungry that he’d just sank his teeth into the meat once it was roasted, even though it was rotten.

He looked around, smelling the blood coming from a closet, where he saw a pool forming. God, he was so hungry. Eat, my love… You have my permission…

Rodolfo went to the pool of blood and crouched down, swiping up some of it with his fingers and then he licked the blood off of them, melting. Oh, this was fantastic… Ten times better than any asada Alejandro had ever made…

He stood and practically ripped the closet door open, before his head was swinging back at the sound of a gunshot.

He gasped, now staring up at the ceiling. His sight didn’t see… couldn’t make his brain move… no way to control his control…

Focus, unfocus… what was going on? Fuck. He jerked his head back upright, hitting the back of his head and a bullet popped out of the front. He reached up and touched his forehead where he could feel a giant chunk of his skull was missing, though it was already being reformed.

He blinked and looked down at the bullet in his head, able to see the pink squishy brain matter still attached to it.

“Oh my god, what the fuck?!” Rodolfo’s head jerked in the direction of the man that was speaking. His button down shirt was soaked in blood and Rodolfo’s mouth was watering again.

Rodolfo didn’t even bother to give him a response, he was starving. He needed to eat, he needed to eat now. The woman had given him permission and he was taking it. He dropped down and yanked the man’s legs down, half straddling him.

“Get away from me, you freak!” He screamed and tried to shove Rodolfo off, but Rodolfo just slammed his arms down and put his boots on his wrists. He writhed and continued to scream but Rodolfo ignored him, taking deep breaths.

“This is going to hurt,” Rodolfo murmured before pressing his fingers between the buttons of the man’s shirt and then digging them in, deeper than his shirt, deeper than his skin. He ignored his screaming and hooked his fingers under the ribs, one hand hooking under the sternum, and he ripped his chest open.

Buttons flew everywhere and he screamed so loud Rodolfo almost worried someone would hear, but he didn’t care. He was starving.

He thrust his hand into his chest, digging around until he wrapped his hand around the thrumming beating delicacy he was damn near desperate for. He ripped it out of the man’s chest, his screams turning to gasps that slowed to a stop. Finally, he was shutting the fuck up.

Rodolfo didn’t even hesitate to sink his teeth into the organ, ripping a chunk out of it. It was fantastic… bloody and squishy and so fucking delicious and he needed more. He continued to bite chunks out of it, hardly stopping to chew before he was swallowing them down, reveling in the sensation of blood running down his throat.

God, Rodolfo had never in his life actually eaten. He had never truly eaten until this moment, this was fantastic! He wanted more, he needed more, he was still starving!

He ripped flesh from the man’s body, just consuming and ripping it to pieces with his teeth. Blood dripped down his face and he licked what remained on his fingers and he just continued to consume and eat and tear and eat until finally…

He was sated. Full.

Even then, he still licked the blood from his fingers, moaning from how sweet it was. The iron was an amazing taste and he wanted to melt into it, drink until he was throwing it back up. It was practically intoxicating.

No, it was intoxicating and he was glad to be intoxicated. This was so much better than any tequila or wine he’d ever drank before, it made his stomach warm and his head fuzzy, but it was amazing and he wanted to live in the feeling.

He touched his forehead, feeling that his skull was fully reformed, he didn’t even feel a scar. Then, he looked around and fully realized what was going on.

He stood, immediately, stumbling back and staring at his hands. Oh god, he’d eaten someone, he’d… he’d eaten someone… Oh god, oh god, oh god.

His radio was making noise and he turned his focus to it. “Rodolfo! Where the fuck are you?!”

“Coming, commander!” Rodolfo quickly said, wiping at his face. He used a cloth to get what he could from his chin so it didn’t look like he’d eaten anything and then swished water from his canteen around in his mouth before spitting it.

He stared at the body, which was almost unrecognizable, and tried not to start screaming, the images of him just ripping into it and stuffing the flesh down his throat coming back. Oh god… He hunched over, feeling sick again.

No, no, he didn’t have time for that, Alejandro was going to lose his shit. He quickly turned and left, running out and finding Alejandro.

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #alejandro cod #rodolfo cod #tw: su1cide #tw: cannibalism #dd:de

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greghatecrimes · 7 months

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okay so i definitely think about house too much (adhd/autism brain and hyperfocus go BRRRRR) but like. earlier i had this thought and i’m laughing way too hard at it. it’s probably only funny to me but i wanted to share. so for context, i have food allergies. my reaction is bad enough that i carry an epipen, but i’ve never had to use it because i can always stop the reaction in time by taking 1-3 benadryl as soon as i notice the symptoms (like the ‘pre anaphylaxis’ stage and yes im aware that if u look it up the internet will tell you that it is not possible to stop anaphylaxis or pre anaphylaxis with benadryl, but i’ve done it a handful of times over the years and it works SOMEHOW and i have a friend that’s done it too. so. bodies are weird!). and like i definitely have had one or two times where i really should’ve just stabbed myself with the epi and gone to the hospital instead of accidentally getting high on benadryl but i really didn’t want to bother with all that LOL. anyways, i was at work today and someone brought food to share and left it in the break room. my dumb ass just takes some and eats it on my break not even thinking to check ingredients (there was no label anyways). then ten minutes later i start feeling reaction symptoms and i’m like. “well. fuck. i forgot that was a possibility.” somehow i managed to fucking forget that i have allergies that i carry an EPI PEN for AND manage to eat something w/one of my allergies in it.

anyways i always keep benadryl tablets in my purse (and my epipen) for this exact reason so i took one and it took care of it thankfully. but i just kept thinking about how house would call me an idiot, and he’d be right about it. and how he probably wouldn’t even let me take the benadryl. he’d just stab me with my epipen, yell at me for said epipen being expired (THEYRE EXPENSIVE, OKAY), and then force me to go to the ER even when i was fine just to make sure i learned my lesson and didn’t do that again. and he’d be right. if i got forcibly stabbed with my own epipen and dragged to the hospital i really WOULDN’T ever make that mistake again

#headcanons #sort of #anya shush #greg house #it doesn’t happen all that often shfjjwjs this year it’s happened twice but that’s out of the norm for me #both were stupid exhausted work brain incidents

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mysticalrobinthings · 1 year

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just a dump of sportarobbie

Sportacus: If I may interject... Robbie: Oh, awesome, Sportacus was eavesdropping.

Sportacus: *lying down and crying* Robbie: There, there. Why don’t you take some time off to not be around me while you’re like this?

Robbie: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Sportacus: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Sportacus, putting their hands over Robbie's eyes: Guess who! Robbie: It's either Sportacus or the cold, clammy hands of death. Sportacus, putting their hands away: It's Sportacus! Robbie: Dammit.

Robbie: I printed up a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. Go slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit. Sportacus: Robbie, is that legal? Robbie: When the cops aren’t around, anything’s legal!

Sportacus: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Robbie: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

Sportacus: You need to stop swearing so much. Robbie: Shut the fuck up. Sportacus: Yeah, that's not how you do it. Robbie: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it. Sportacus: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine. Robbie: Shit the beep up. Sportacus: Robbie: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

Robbie: You’re giving me a sticker? Sportacus: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” Robbie: I’m not a preschooler. Sportacus: Fine, I’ll take it back- Robbie: I earned this, back off!

Robbie: This bloodline ends with me. Sportacus: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

Sportacus: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? Robbie: Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man. Sportacus: THE WHO? Robbie: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

Sportacus: We have fun, don’t we, Robbie? Robbie: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

Robbie: Why would you think any of this was a good idea? Sportacus: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. Robbie: Sportacus: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.

Robbie, sweating: Sportacus, there’s something I need to ask you- Sportacus: Finally! You’re proposing! Robbie: How’d you know? Sportacus: Robbie, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Sportacus: I even picked it up once.

Sportacus: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Robbie: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Sportacus: *angrily presses Robbie against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Robbie: ... Robbie: Are we about to kiss-

Robbie: Sportacus, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Sportacus, naked in Robbie's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Robbie, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Sportacus: Okay, truth or dare? Robbie: Truth Sportacus: How many hours have you slept this week? Robbie: Robbie: ...Dare Sportacus: Go to bed. Robbie: I don’t like this game.

*Sportacus and Robbie skipping stones on lake* Sportacus: It’s such a beautiful evening. Robbie, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Sportacus: Violence isn't the answer. Robbie: You’re right. Sportacus: *sighs in relief* Robbie: Violence is the question. Sportacus: What? Robbie, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Sportacus, running after them: NO-

Sportacus: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Robbie: Twelve, actually. Sportacus: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Robbie: Yours! Sportacus: That's right: no one's.

#sportarobbie #sportacus #lazytown #robbie rotten #an elf and a fae #incorrect quotes #GIVE ME EVIL SPORTACUS PLEASE #sportacus isnt innocent #change my fucking mind

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glenflower · 9 months

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Macdennis Fic Rec List by wordcount

1K - 10K

Mac and Dennis Fool Around - morphosyntactic [1k]

“If you’re struggling to find a good guy to get down with, I could let you blow me.”

Mac tenses. Is he seriously hearing this? Has he had too many beers, passed out and slipped into some alternate universe, half nightmare, half… something else? “What?”

“I’d be willing to let you,” Dennis says. Mac twists on the couch to look away from the TV and at Dennis. Dennis’ face is neutral, but as Mac stares, he raises an eyebrow. “Out of the goodness of my heart, or whatever.”

afterflow - yennefers [2k]

He finds him licking his wounds under the bleachers.

Mac’s flicking a lighter under a scrawny little scrap of a cigarette and he’s doing it way too fast. He’s slicked his hair back like a John Wayne wannabe and he has blood crusted on his bottom lip - everyone saw the punch up, Dennis included. Bradley Morgan punching Ronnie the Rat in the jaw for tipping off the school office; it’s yesterday’s news and it happened this morning.

“You need some help with that?”

“Fuck off,” Mac mutters. Dennis take the lighter anyway.

pink and blue - yennefers [4k]

“It was by the dumpster,” Mac says. He sounds scandalised. “It’s been shitting it down with rain all day, bro. C’mon. I’ll take it back tomorrow.”

The cat stares at Dennis, wrapped up tight in the duster. It blinks at him, looking thoroughly unimpressed, and then it sneezes. It’s the tiniest, most pathetic hiss of a sound he’s ever heard.

“Jesus Christ,” Dennis mutters. He moves out of the way, letting Mac step inside, and then he slams the front door with significantly more force than necessary.

stormy weather - yennefers [4k]

“You piss her off?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Mac snaps, because he didn’t, him and his mom are doing fine, thank you. “She - she’s been really busy today, probably, so she just -“

“She didn’t answer the door,” Dennis says.

It’s not a question. Mac scuffs the toe of one battered sneaker on the ground.

“She’s busy, man.”

One second passes. Two, three. Then:

“Get in the car.”

Nuts - glennjaminhow [4k]

The doctors discharge Mac around 8:30, after a hellish 18 hours of hospitalization. He’s prescribed two EpiPens for the nut allergies, along with extra strength Benadryl and an inhaler for the leftover side effects of anaphylaxis. Dennis elects himself in charge of the EpiPens, which Mac is okay with in his exhausted state. There’s no way he can trust Mac to hold onto something so vital, so crucial to his safety. Mac never worries about himself; he’s always more concerned with Dennis. That’s not gonna fly here. No, Dennis will oversee the EpiPens, just like how Mac oversees Dennis’ eating schedule.

sell me on that thing you do - kafkian [5K]

Post-Gang Chokes. Dennis gets what he wants.

you say it’s gone, though it never is - yennefers [4k]

It's New Year's Eve. Dennis, not for the first time, has made some regrettable choices.

decalogue - sinnabear

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." Mac vs. the Ten Commandments.

objects in motions - sinnabar [5k]

Sometimes Dee thinks the reason she and Mac have never gotten along is that they’re just too much the same; both of them caught up in Dennis’s orbit, thriving on whatever attention he deems fit to bestow on them.

jamais vu - yennefers [6k]

“I just think we’re spending too much time together,” Mac blurts out.

The silence that follows is so complete, Dennis can hear the blood rushing in his ears.

—

Mac and Dennis break up. Again.

Mac and Dennis Plan a Wedding - mxingno [5k]

“Jesus Christ, Charlie, this isn’t about banging -- it’s about two men, who have been living together for years anyway, taking advantage of government handouts while winning an argument. Don’t cheapen this, okay?”

Moonlight - andchaos [6k]

Instead of fighting, when Dennis came home stressed while they lived in the suburbs, he and Mac would go for a relaxing swim to calm down.

where there is hatered (let me sow love) [6k]

Dennis figures out he needs to spice up his and Mac's routine movie night blow jobs.

our love’s the only thing that could matter - oppshidaisy [6k]

From a distance, Mac smelled like an alpha.

(Or: Dennis has never gotten the appeal of alphas. He tries something else.)

domesticity and other cults - lagaudiere [6k]

Or, Mac and Dennis move to the suburbs.

hey man i love you (but no fucking way) - andchaos [7k]

Dennis will always come back home to Mac, even when neither of them think so. For better or worse, the same wretched parts of them are magnetized together, and no amount of fighting or running away will change it.

What happens after Dennis leaves.

the day you move (i’m probably gonna explode) - sinnabar [7k]

He could maybe get addicted to this, if he let himself. Or: five times Mac and Dennis toed the line between friends and lovers, and one time they crossed it for good.

not gay - anastea [7k]

fellas is it "gay" to marry your best bro. asking for a friend

The Gang Stalks Mac - LamentableComedy [8k]

The gang think Mac is dating someone in secret so they follow him to try to figure out who.

Shortest Day, Longest Night - Crisp_Winter_Fox [9k]

Mac and Dennis sleep together the night before Dennis leaves to spend Christmas in North Dakota.

Mac expects Dennis to keep in touch while he's away. He doesn't, leaving Mac to worry about what it all meant.

A Fountain of Gardens/A Well of Living Waters and Streams - BleedingAlive [9k]

Many years ago, when they were seventeen and eighteen, Dennis told a lie. He’s told a lot of lies, actually, but this one stuck.

(Or, The Song of Solomon, except, Macdennis, in which Dennis has been in L--- with Mac for a lifetime)

further than either of us wanted - oopshidaisy [9k]

“This is just one man wanting to bang another man, and that other man charitably capitulating for the good of the friendship. Nothing more.”

(Or: Dennis comes up with a way to fix Mac's feelings for him. Mac reluctantly agrees.)

10K - 30K

Love You So Bad - usuallysunny [11k]

It's the summer of '93 and Mac's only sure of three things: Charlie will be his best friend forever, Project Badass is going to take over the world and no-one makes him feel quite like Dennis Reynolds does.

Complex - sidnihoudini [12k]

Dennis scratches at his chest. Water bugs. “No offense, man, but then how do you know about them?”

“Oh, Mac told me.” Charlie threads the hose back into his tiny tool belt. “He’s got some sources about these kinds of things.”

Which is great for Charlie, but doesn’t really work for Dennis.

“I’m not talking to Mac right now,” he says diplomatically.

communication breakdown - bleakmidwinter [12k]

During quarantine, Mac catches Dennis branching out in his pornography intake─watching gay porn and shamelessly jerking off to it. They come to a mutually beneficial arrangement that'll help them both get through lockdown without falling victim to overbearing sexual frustration. No strings attached, right?

never gonna fall for (modern love) - rcg [13k]

Dennis chose North Dakota which means changing diapers, meal prepping, working on the weekends, and not having sex with his best friend. While Mac and Dennis rekindle old feelings and fights over the phone every night, Dennis thinks about all that could've been for the first time.

each the other’s world entire - quixoti [13k]

Mac and Dennis survive each other. Mac and Dennis will always survive each other.

respite - andchaos [14k]

Mac comes up to visit Dennis at college junior year, alone for once. Their boys' day turns into a night out — one that Dennis would probably classify as a date, if they were anyone else.

But maybe, privately, he still thinks of it as their first.

Underneath - andchaos

5 times Dennis bottoms + 1 time Mac is desperate for it.

For the server. You fuel the holy-water-needed section of my brain.

i think i’m feeling it now - lohoron [15k]

“Are you satisfied with this?”

Mac blinks, eyes flickering between their thighs nearly touching and Dennis’s face. “Satisfied with what, dude?”

Dennis grins like he's doing something malicious and Mac gasps when he feels Dennis’s hand on his knee. Okay. Behave yourself.

“This. Us.”

It clears up nothing but somehow Mac knows exactly what he's asking. He gulps. Shrugs. His eyebrows are arched down, brown eyes wide and full of stupid hope. “Sometimes,” he settles on, because he figures the truth is too much of a mouthful.

Dennis Does CBT on Mac - trill_gutterbug [17k]

Dennis leaned toward Mac, lowering his voice. "I see what you're saying. You want to put the responsibility of your sexual self determination in my hands. You want to relinquish the burden of free will to me."

Mac squinted. "Yes? Er, I think so."

Dennis (graciously, selflessly, heroically) helps Mac overcome an addiction.

always summer - yennefers [17k]

The things Mac and Dennis do when they're alone, from 1994 to 2019.

Smooth Criminal - andchaos [17k]

Dennis really, really wants to pick up the hot guy who keeps coming into the bar every weekend. Somehow the words keep getting fumbled on the way out of his mouth. He's trying, he swears.

Mac and Dennis Move Forward - kaivevo - [17k]

“It’s like this,” Mac explained. “Dennis has been kinda sad lately, you know? It’s… he has this thing, he calls it his God Hole, and he’s trying to use this kid to fill it up. But he’s way more dumber than I thought because he already tried that, and it didn’t work. And it’s so annoying because he still doesn’t realize that the person who’s gonna fill his hole is right in front of him.” He gestured to himself, just in case his point wasn’t clear. Charlie’s face lit up in realization.

“Ohhh, okay, that’s what this is about,” he said. “You want to fill Dennis’s hole.”

Mac coughed. “No, that’s— that’s not what I meant, don’t say it like that.”

30k+

mutual assured destruction - headbangingSappho [30k]

He wants to wrap himself around Mac like a python buries its prey in its inescapable, deadly embrace. With his chest against Mac’s back and his face against his nape, he wants to press closer and closer until he can sink his claws into his very bones and seep his poison into his veins and Mac can never, ever walk away from him without tearing himself apart in the process. He wants to stay like this until they both die.

Mac lets out a pleased, half-asleep hum and lovingly puts his own hands on Dennis’ fists that are grasping the front of his old T-shirt so vehemently they’re almost shaking.

if i ruin this (i can live with it) - wekeepeachotherhuman [31k]

“Dennis,” Dr. Eddy says, still writing, still smiling. “I want you to take some work home with you from this session.” She finally looks up at him and nods encouragingly. Dennis can’t help the way his eyes roll all the way back into his head.

“Great,” he mutters.

“I want you to track your impulses,” she says. “I want you to track your impulses and I want you to put the intention behind that impulse in one of two categories.”

She stands, goes to her desk. She opens a drawer and pulls out a second notebook. She opens it to the first page and begins to write in it. Then, she comes to Dennis, stops right in front of him and presents the journal to him, still opened.

She’s drawn a table. A question looms at the top of the page: What is my intention with this action? And there are only two columns. One labeled growth and the other: stagnation.

—

Dennis decides that there should be a third column: destruction.

your soul is changing - kafkian [41k]

Dennis comes back.

circle the drain - bleakmidwinter [42k]

Dennis experiences the same day over and over. A peculier, yet totally unoriginal day. When it becomes apparent he isn't having Final Destination style visions, he must figure out how to break the curse.

these things get louder - kafkian [58k]

Mac hatches a secret plan to repair his and Dennis’s friendship. Dennis is pretty sure he knows what the root of the problem is, though, and he isn’t going to let up until Mac admits to it.

Set after Season 11.

Mac and Dennis Get a New Apartment - pavonine [59k]

After Dee's landlord threatens to kick them out for squatting, Mac and Dennis get a place of their own and it's all downhill from there. Dennis tries to keep himself together. Life's got other plans.

Set a few months after the end of Season 10.

the way we look to us all - endquestionmark [63k]

Dennis Reynolds is forty-four years old, and it doesn’t get any better from here.

an impossible view - kafkian [65k]

‘You’re what?’ Dennis asks blankly.

‘I’m moving out,’ Mac explains. The same three words he said a second ago, and they don’t make any more sense in that order than they did the first time. ‘I was just – I was thinking about what you said, about wanting – uh. Wanting me to move out. And it kind of made sense, so. I guess I’m doing it.’

‘How did it make sense?’ Dennis asks.

---

After the events of Season 13, Mac moves out. Dennis handles it really well, obviously.

like real people do - notreallywriting [66k]

“I just want to be normal, Mac. Is that too much to ask for?”

“I don't know, Den. Maybe it is.”

or: mac and dennis get worse before they get better

Bloom - andchaos [68k]

Dennis owns a flower shop. Mac's trying to grow a garden.

guardians of a rare thing - yennefers [101k]

Sometimes Mac will kiss him to calm him down. It’s a no strings attached kind of thing, until it isn’t.

#macdennis #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia

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southislandwren · 10 months

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Okay actually my panic room setup is kind of awesome. There’s maybe an inch of clearance between the cupboards and the wall where my mattress is and it’s very cozy. The only problem now is that it’s very dark and I am afraid of the dark

#I’m waiting for the 3 Benadryls to kick in so I can sleep #I may end up needing my bad habit to totally relax but this is way better than fighting for my life in my bedroom #which I may remind you. is directly next to where those cunts are setting off fireworks.#I wish nothing but death and agony on people who light off fireworks. genuinely from the bottom of my heart fuck you #I hope that family experiences a great trauma and is irreversibly changed for the worse.#if I had more benadryl I’d take it and hopefully overdose and never have to hear fireworks ever again but unfortunately I’m out :(#fuck I hate living by people I have to get as far away as possible #oh I’m in my bathroom btw that probably wasn’t clear #it’s awesome bc when I wake up at 4 fucking 25 am tomorrow I will move literally 1 foot to brush teeth etc #which will save roughly 1 and a half minutes so then I can go on my phone before leaving #diary post #okay sorry if this is too much for some people. I am mentally ill I do literally have anger issues and also fuck you

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ghostussy · 1 year

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You don't hear the knock at your bedroom door, nor when it opens.

You don't notice when Copia steps inside, or his soft footsteps halting when he finds you.

You're asleep in your bed, cacooned amongst a collection of blankets and stuffed animals. You've taken up the fetal position, and he chuckles at how cozy you look.

You're perfectly cradled by your stuffies, comfortably wrapped up amongst the blankets. Some are held tightly in your arms, a collection of them angled just perfectly so that you always had something to nuzzle your face into, something to hold, something to press into your stomach and something to press into your back.

Soft snores escaped your mouth, muffled by the stuffed animal you had your face pressed into. You never did like to show your face while you slept; you always kept yourself hidden, comfortable. Face pressed expertly so that you could breathe and hide at the same time.

Your blanket was no longer covering your top half; just covering your legs and stomach, the soft fabric bundled up just above your hips.

Copia could see where your shirt had ridden up in sleep; it allowed him a glance at your back, riddled with stretch marks and scars.

He also noticed the scratch marks, and the blood blisters that came with them. Upon closer inspection, he noticed them on your arms as well. His eyes flickering to your nightstand, he could see a bottle of benadryl that looked as though it had been hastily closed, the cap not sealed properly. He knew you must've had hives last night, as you so often did. That would explain why you were sleeping so deeply.

He makes his way into your bedroom, his footsteps soft and quiet as he makes his way to your nightstand. He takes the bottle of benedryl and recaps it, the pills rattling inside as he does so.

Now standing by your bed, he takes the time to look at you again. You're still cradled, your face barely visible behind the stuffie it's pressed into. Your hair is a mess from sleep, and he sees the shadows underneath your eyes.

On the bed next to you, your nintendo switch lays. He realizes the switch is plugged in, but your phone lies nearby, dead. He chuckles, knowing that you had played games until you'd fallen asleep, forgetting to charge your phone. That could explain why you'd not risen that morning.

He takes the switch off the charger, moving it to the dock on your nightstand. Then he plugs your phone in, humming softly as he does so.

He hears a soft breath, followed by a quiet yawn. He looks to you just in time to see your eyelids flutter.

You awaken to a soft warmth, feelings of being sleepy and cozy in your bed. You shift ever-so-slightly, just enough so that there was less pressure on your hip.

You hear a familiar voice say, "Good morning, dormigliona."

"Hi Copia," you whisper. You rub your eyes. "Wha' time is it?"

"Late," he whispers back, and you feel the bed dipping as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. "You slept through breakfast, and morning mass."

"Oh." You frown.

"Your phone was dead," he explains. "So your alarms didn't go off this morning." He sighs. "Did you have hives again?"

"Yeah."

He nods in understanding. "It's okay." He moves your phone from the bed, into your nightstand. Then he looks at you, studying your face and staring into your eyes. Then he chuckles. "You're still sleepy."

You shrug.

He gives you a soft smile before kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket, then proceeds to lie down on the bed. He faces you, tugging at your blanket until it covers you both. Then he brings you into his arms, stuffies pressed comfortably between the two of you.

You look at him questioningly, but allow him to do this. "What-"

"I know that benedryl makes you sleepy and cuddly," he whispers into your ear. "So, we're going to have quality sleepy-cuddle time. Right now."

"Don't you have stuff to do?" You ask, your drowsiness increasing in his hold.

"This is way more fun." He smiles when he feels you yawn, pressing yourself closer to him. He draws a hand along your back, tracing soft circles into your skin. You're unable to do anything but melt into him, the medicine having left you incredibly susceptible to soft touches. "Oh dear, you are tired. Let's get you back to sleep, hmm~?"

. . .

Your bedroom door creaks open some time later.

"I told you he'd be here," whispers Terzo. "I'm telling you, he's got a soft spot for that one."

"We are well aware," Secondo says smugly. He can't help but chuckle at the sight of the two of you in bed, curled up together amongst a pile of stuffies and blankets. It's a rather soft sight, a much needed reprieve for his overworked brother.

He takes out his phone, approaching the bed.

"Please send those to me," Primo requests, watching his brother snap a handful of photos. "They're going straight in the photo album."

"Shit, she's coming! Secondo, come on! If she finds us, she's gonna wake them up!" Terzo's voice is urgent as Sister Imperator's footsteps can be heard coming down the hall. She's been looking all over for the two of you, and she's not happy.

"No, she isn't." Secondo's voice is stern as he pockets his phone. "I will speak to her."

Many rumors traveled through the Ministry about what was said during that conversation, while no one knows for sure. But one thing was for certain; she had let the two of you sleep in peace.

#eepy bitch disease #I woke up feeling soft n cozy have this 🤲#yes I wrote this on my phone what about it #copia #cardinal copia x reader #papa copia #copia x reader platonic #copia x reader cuddles #drabbles #tw hives #tw chronic hives #the band ghost

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soldiertransgender · 3 months

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@blushft CALLOUT* / INTERVENTION - STOP FUCKING TALKING ABOUT MPREG.

your behavior is UNACCEPTABLE. it all started with the pregnancy au; wouldn't it be funny if barmey got pregnant? and the kid was mr beast, or something? hahaha! what a funny joke! we can laugh and never talk about it again!

no.

you see. this was the slippery slope. into the hungry jaws of mpreg.

the au got serious . jimmy calhoun is an established character. there is not only joke art, but actual art. said art is not included on this post for obvious reasons but is easily publicly accessible on ian riley's blog. putting aside how strange it is to make an mpreg au of your own youtube series, the audacity you have to EVER take this au seriously.... god. i hope barmey gets hit by a car.**

now . maybe, the pregnancy au is excusable. maybe, the Drama and Emotion and Tragedy of it all, when you ignore barmey naming his son after mr beast, touches your heart. however it does not excuse the events that FOLLOWED.

THE BUGGY INCIDENT.

invoked by my. horrible mistake of sharing my thoughts. user "mitchell 'the freaker' shephard" is me, user "BENADRYL EATER" is ian riley, other names censored with color for privacy.

the message in the middle is not the current focus of the conversation, but further proves my point.

after this, i went on to suggest the worst example of my premise i could think of: buggy mpreg. buggy is info_player_start's barney calhoun counterpart, created by tumblr user adrian-sheppy (not tagging because i am embarrassed).

and you. YOU . you just HAD to . you COULDNT RESIST drawing this. i will, once again. NOT BE INCLUDING THE IMAGES. but you had to go and draw, not just one, but TWO IMAGES OF BUGGY MPREG. THAT CROSSES A LINE.

at some point, you need to look at yourself in the mirror, and realize you've gone too far.

but NO!!!

we had to have a fucking CHANNEL for this!

WHERE YOU WENT . AND POSTED BOTH THE BUGGY MPREG, AND THE BUTTERMIND MPREG AGAIN!

ITS TIME ! TO ! STOP!

i am calling on my followers to LASER BLAST this man until he STOPS POSTING MPREG!!!!!!***

LEGAL DISCLAIMER i did not talk to a lawyer before making this post.

#* THIS IS A JOKE #** cleverly disguised hit and run au reference.#*** THIS IS ALSO A JOKE! do not do this

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virusinfected-memes · 1 year

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TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 5 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PARTS: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4]

"Alright, on your knees, mortal scum! You stand in the presence of _____!"

"Always remember: you may not be able to change the past, but you can still ruin the future."

"Am I ever gonna get it?"

"And if you call me a bitch, make sure to put 'sensitive' in front of it."

"And I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean."

"But I can't forgive you."

"But I don't want to stay in the middle."

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Come out and haunt me."

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Don't be ridiculous, _____. Everybody wants this."

"Don't try to find me."

"Do you ever just have this deep seated desire to bother people? I have clown blood."

"Do you think I'm fragile?"

"Do you wanna dance, baby?"

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

"Get in, sparkle farts! We got chaos to spread!"

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure."

"Honey, I love you. I think you're a terrific girl. But you have clothes like a fucking dickhead."

"I can't take Benadryl because I owe the Hat Man money and I don't want to see him."

"I didn't know I could love something this much until I laid my eyes on you."

"I don't ever wanna see you and I never wanna miss you again."

"I don't need to be fixed. I need to be rebuilt."

"If you touch that again, I shall kill you right now. Do not touch this! This is a 'no touching' zone!"

"I got nothing to lose."

"I guarantee I gotcha'."

"I have not behaved one single day of my life. Not one single day have I behaved and I'm fine."

"I just can't say goodbye."

"I just heard a butt-curdling scream."

"I know that violence is not the answer, but... Yes, it is."

"I know you see me looking at you on the daily."

"I know you want me."

"I love that Netflix was like, "OoOoh, we're gonna reduce your quality to 480p if you don't pay us more!" Like, bruh... I come from the land of 144p Naruto episodes cut into sixteen parts on YouTube. 480 is luxury. 480 is bouge."

"I'm absolutely a danger to my own mental health."

"I'm comin' back for you, baby."

"I mean, look at this thing! I can't imagine a more beautiful thing."

"I mean, what if I don't want to live the way you live?"

"I might be broke as hell tomorrow, but that's alright, 'cause I'm that bitch today."

"I might kill my ex. Not the best idea."

"I'm in a trance lately."

"I'm not going to nap. I'm just going to rest my eyes and clench my teeth for a little while."

"Im not like other girls. I'm worse."

"I'm one of those witches, babe."

"I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say."

"I'm the love witch. I seduce men with my spells, my potions, my eyes, and my body."

"I'm tired of working on myself. I will now be unapologetically insane."

"I never make the same mistake twice. I make it, like, six or seven times."

"In my dreams, I'm making you pasta and nothing bad has happened to us yet."

"I said I wasn't gonna be judgmental, but fuck it. I'm sick, I have an excuse."

"I think I like when it rains."

"It's already too late for you to try and run away."

"It's me. Hi. I'm the problem, it's me."

"I want to get on my broomstick and fly away with my kitty to another city to work on my witch powers, then live with a pregnant woman who owns a bakery and start a delivery service."

"I want to go to there."

"I was at about six there. You don't wanna see me go to ten."

"Mortals, behold! The glory of the kill is mine!"

"No, I don't think you understand. I'm obsessed."

"Normalize being a sleepyhead. It's okay to be eternally trapped within the realm of ancient dreams."

"Nothing ever lasts forever."

"Not working out? Not eating right? Fucked up sleep schedule? You aren't depressed. You're on your way to achieving tremendous arcane power. Become the wizard you were meant to be."

"Oh, you think the b-word's offensive? You should hear what I say in the Call of Duty lobbies."

"Okay, I don't know how you went this long without knowing this, but there are people out there who create original Sonic the Hedgehog characters, and often those characters fuck."

"Okay, well, what you said was some bullshit. That's what it is."

"Okay... Why'd you have to fucking bring that up?"

"One kiss is all it takes."

"Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why."

"So you're telling me if I killed your family, you wouldn't be my friend anymore?"

"Take a swing. Here's my neck."

"The next time you feel lazy, remember that laziness is a puritanical myth based on the sin of idleness and is used to oppress people into forced labor."

"There are currently no bug-dragon dual type Pokémon, but I wanna share a few insects that I think would make good candidates for being the first."

"They keep on asking me who is he."

"What are you gonna do with that? You gonna hit me? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me with one shot."

"Whatever I've done, I did it for love."

"Which was more culturally significant? The Renaissance... or 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé?"

"Who wants to look simple when you can look stunning?"

"Why do I keep getting attracted?"

"Why don't you sit right down and stay a while?"

"Why do we keep telling people who aren't freaky that they're vanilla? Vanilla is the freakiest flavor. Like, look at ice cream, for example. It goes good with all of the toppings. Vanilla doesn't care who you pair it up with, so long as they get on top. I aspire to be as slutty as vanilla is. Also, if you are a slut, what flavor of ice cream are you, bitch? Pistachio? Neo-political? That's fucking disgusting."

"Will I get over it? No. But life goes on."

"Yeah, I'm gay. Good at Yu-Gi-Oh."

"Yes, I am doing blasphemy! Yes!"

"You better fix my entire life, you little shit."

"You can't keep me waiting."

"You might play the same games as me, but I play them in a far worse and more unskilled way than you ever will."

"You're just being cynical."

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