#SPI Flash Memory

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USB flash, computer flash, flash memory drives, SPI Flash Memory

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NOR Flash Memory, Memory ICs, SPI Flash Memory, Flash memory drives

S25FL064L Series 64 Mb (8M x 8) 108 MHz 3.6 V SMT SPI Flash Memory - SOIC-8

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PCB of the Day! SPI Non-Volatile FRAM Breakout - 2 Mbit / 256 KBytes - MB85RS2MTA 🔌🛠️💾

Similar to Dynamic random-access memory, only with a ferroelectric layer instead of a dielectric layer. This gives it stable handling (the bytes you write are non-volatile) with dynamic responsiveness (you can write them very fast!). With our SPI FRAM breakout board, you can add FRAM storage to your next DIY project. FRAM allows for lower power usage and a faster write performance. It's excellent for low-power or inconsistent-power data logging or data buffering, where you want to stream data fast while keeping the data when there's no power. Unlike Flash or EEPROM, there are no pages to worry about. Each byte can be read/written 10,000,000,000,000 times, so you don't have to worry too much about wear leveling.

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Micron nor flash, SPI nor flash, memory card, Compact flash memory

S25FL256S Series 256 Mb (32M x 8) 3.6 V SMT SPI Flash Memory - SOIC-16

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Flash memory storage, NOR Flash Memory, SPI flash programmer, flash memory speed

MX29F Series 5 V 4 Mb (512k x 8) 70 ns Surface Mount Flash Memory - PLCC-32

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USB flash memory storage, spi flash programmer software, memory chip

FL-S Series 256 Mb (32 M x 8) 3.6V 133MHz Non-Volatile SPI Flash Memory - WSON-8

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USB flash drives, Memory ICs, Flash Memory NOR Flash, USB flash memory storage

FL-S Series 256 Mb (32 M x 8) 3.6V 133MHz Non-Volatile SPI Flash Memory - WSON-8

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What is a flash memory, USB flash memory, flash memories, flash memory card

MX29GL Series 3 V 256 Mb (32M x 8/16M x 16) 90 ns Parallel Flash - LFBGA-64

[purifiedclitoris69]

In it together

Hiii. I am alive, just very busy and overwhelmed with living ig. College fucking sucks and so does everything else rn, but figured i get a lil blurb out before i have to lock back into my classes. hope you enjoy!! don’t really know what ima do w my series or when ima update so i am sorry bout that LOL. anyway bye for now 👋👋

You were absolutely exhausted. A 2 week mission with only 3 hours of sleep total takes an intense toll, even if you are a super soldier. Letting the burning hot water run down your back , flashes of the recent mission ran through your mind. The experiment files were horrific, so many deaths, so many children.

You had only been at the compound for about a year and a half now, the team rescuing you from Hydra’s control like Bucky. You were free of the brainwash but not of the memories and this long ass mission had brought it all right back to the surface. It was getting better, your in therapy, bonding with the team, learning how to control your strength, your growing. But this mission, feels like it’s all about to come crumbling down. It made you feel sick. Thoughts of losing yourself, the team… of losing, Natasha, it burned your throat.

What you have with Natasha is confusing, complicated, but nice. No one else knows the true nature of it but you two. Falling into each others beds continuously for the past 8 months, staying tangled in each other, every single night, cuddling, and giggling like little teen girls. The team simply thought you guys were close friends, both you two being spies, it wasn’t too hard to hide your extracurriculars. But you both knew it was more, so much more. You held each other in the most gentlest ways…the most loving, opting not to leave one another when you guys inevitably came undone. In front of the team, you had a front, a quiet brooding one, but with her, it was peaceful, relieving, you felt free, like yourself. It was absolutely terrifying.

Not realizing it tears were beginning to mix with the water running down your face and crescent marks formed in your palms from clenching your fists too hard. You love her. You’re in love with her, but how could you tell her, would you. Your whole life you’ve been used as a weapon, serving for the military, then hydra. You were dangerous…a monster. It was late, almost 2 am, you couldn’t go to her now, she need rest, not a burden. no matter how much you yearned for her warmth. Turning off the burning water, you stepped out into the steam filled bathroom. Drying off, you wrapped the towel around your waist and another draped over your shoulders, you opened the door to your bedroom-on your bed sat Nat. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, her hair was slightly ruffled, she wore an old shirt of yours, and some of her loose sleep shorts. She looked absolutely stunning, you couldn’t help but give a soft tired smile.

“hi.” she spoke softly with a matching smile.

“hi,” you answered stopped in place just taking her in.

“you gonna get dressed,” she smirked tiredly, “tho i don’t mind.”

“oh really” you joked walking over to her and cupping her face as she looked up at you, “i missed you,” you spoke softly the tiredness bringing out a transparency.

She leaned into your hand closing her eyes, “i missed you,” she answered. Your heart swelled and the flashes came back, you could hurt her, what if you lose it. Suddenly taking a step back her cheek still warm from your touch, her eyes flew open. You turned your back, getting dressed by your closet, “is everything okay,” she asked as you pulled your tank top over your head and braced yourself against your dresser.

You opened your mouth unsure what you wanted her to know, “yeah,” was all you could muster.

“I really did miss you,” she walked up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning her check against your back, just enjoying your smell, “i don’t sleep well without you anymore.”

“me either,” you turned around wrapping your own arms around her middle and looking to the side as hers went to your neck, “it was a rough mission,” you mumbled

“oh, baby,” she spoke, moving her hands to your face this time, “look at me please,” your eyes were burning with unshed tears as they met her soft deep green ones, “oh, my love, it’s okay,” she brought your head down to her shoulder as you released a shaky breath and let your arms fall from around her waist, “is there something else,” she asked dropping her own hands. You walked past her to sit on the bed not really sure where to start as you looked at your hands in your lap, “we don’t have to talk about it, it’s okay,” she spoke sitting beside you and gently take your hands in her own.

You finally looked back at her face, your eyes still glossy. You stared deep into each others eyes, “you’re so beautiful, Natasha,” you said memorizing every detail of her. She laughed quietly as a soft blush rose to her face.

“Shut up,” she said putting her forehead against hers.

She closed her eyes at the action as yours remained open, “I mean it, you’re the prettiest girl there is.”

Her blush grew as she pulled back and looked away slightly, “god i love you,” she mumbled out casually bringing shock to both your faces. She immediately pulled her hands away and stood from the bed, her mouth opening and closing unsure what to say as you looked at her, overwhelmed with emotions, “y/n i’m sorry i-“

“You do?” you asked getting up from the bed with her, “you love me?”

“I..” She spoke uncertain, taking a deep breath in, “y/n i’m in love with you.” You laughed slightly in disbelief. You moved towards her with purpose grabbing her waist and pulling her into a bruising kiss, pouring every amount of love into it as possible, like it was the last time, like you were consumed by everything Natasha. You both grinned wide into the kiss, forcing the two of you to break apart.

Taking a deep breath, “Tasha, I..,” the thoughts all came rushing back. Your going to hurt her, you don’t deserve this love, your going to lose it all.

She moved her hands down from your neck to intertwine with your own, “I know,” she whispered.

“I really do,” you said, your foreheads still pressed together, “I..,” your mouth fell open and closed absolutely terrified to say something wrong, “Im just scared,” you mumbled, closing your eyes, but never dropping your hold.

“Don’t be,” she answered, moving her hands back up to cup your face, “we’re in this together.”

[justarandombrit]

Believe it or not, I did in fact go to see Spies Are Forever (you'd never know from looking at my blog), and, as usual, I wrote down some notes. My memory is shit so I'll probably update this with additions when I remember more, but for now, below the cut...

Act 1:

. They played Show Stoppin' Number and so many people were singing along

. It started midway through them playing The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

. Joey: “Sorry to anyone who thought they were seeing Wizard Of Oz. Although, this show has many friends of Dorothy”

. Emily Proudlock has a beautiful voice. The microphone was struggling a little at the start, though lmao

. THEY GOT AN ACTUAL BANANA PEEL

. Oliver Ormson (Owen) called Curt “Mega” which in the show he doesn't do until he becomes the DMA (not a criticism, just interesting)

. Owen said the “A man needs his privacy”(?) line, so Owen and Barb have officially interacted now

. I love Brian's Informant. His French accent was so over the top

. Brian stared at Clark when he said “The Deadliest Man Alive” until Clark played the keyboard sting. And then whenever anyone else said it throughout the show, he played it.

. They left in a huge awkward silence when the DMA was waiting for Sergio and it was so funny

. Sergio sounded so awkward when he said “You guys can relate, right?”

. Joey fucking SCREAMED “PLEASE!” during Sergio's little Somebody's Gotta Do It reprise

. “The Deadliest Man Alive disarms Mega and escapes”

“He does?”

. Dean John Wilson walked back on stage after his exit, said “The Deadliest Man” and left again

. Okay, so Claire M. Hall is a perfect Cynthia

. You guys are gonna crucify me for this, but I actually liked her Eyes On The Prize I better than Lauren's…

. Joey was making the weirdest faces during Eyes On The Prize II

. Curt cocked his head at Hallucination!Owen and Owen shrugged and mouthed “I don't know” at him

. I LOVE EMILY OOI’S BARB!!!!!! She did a cute little dance during “It's actually a gun!”

. Obioma (Curt) pretending his beard had been shaved lmao

. No Richard Big appearance sadly

. Curt was even more oblivious about Tatiana hitting on him than in the actual show

. The Nazi ensemble stuck around throughout the whole scene and kept gasping when Curt called them villains

. THEY MADE NOT SO BAD… EVEN MORE NOT SO BAD

. “SAY WE GOT A BIT LOST, WITH THE WHOLE HOLO–” *looks at ensemble* “ehh…”

. “WE DID ALL WE COULD DO TO poopoo THE JEW”

. They didn't make the audience chant, which was… probably for the best

. Von Nazi yelled “I'm a big boy! A BIG BOY” at Mega then walked off without using his knees

. Curt groaned and hung his head when the DMA said “I'm gonna torture the living shite outta you”

. Actually gasped at the overlapping “Doesn't even matter if I killed my best friend” and “To show you the horror of staying alive”, even though I knew it was coming

. The homoeroticism 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Act 2:

. I WAS ON THE SAME ROW AS A.J. FUCKING HOLMES AND DIDN'T NOTICE UNTIL JOEY SHOUTED HIM OUT

. Joey shouted out loads of cosplayers still in character as Vanger Borschtit

. Everyone was so excited about Vanger Borschtit, and Joey made everyone cheer for an acceptable amount of time “for his reel”

. The new We Love the Prince lyrics really are so much better (also what did he do to the Pope?!?!?)

. Vanger Borschtit was DISTRAUGHT when the prince died

. Obioma stared so blankly into the audience at “Or whatever it is you boys do in the rumpus room”

. I think out of all of the new cast members, Evelyn Hoskins (Tatiana) sounded the most like the original actor (she was also so cool)

. Obioma actually sung the little “Very good place to start” Sound Of Music reference and Tatiana looked so annoyed

. Tatiana was SO into Doing This up until the kiss (which wasn't a real kiss lmao)

. MRS MEGAAAAAAAAAA

. The lights flashed rainbow after the line “So we're just… friends?”

. Curt looked straight at Barb when he said “Some of us may die”

. Curt paused before he drank the shot, and then started drinking a load and everyone stared at him, really concerned. It was a really neat piece of acting

. Von Nazi kept stressing how he had no idea how Feurgin was killed

. The Informant looked so concerned at the start of NSB reprise, then actually kinda got into it

. Jak Malone (Von Nazi) made his death SO DRAMATIC. He fell to the ground and went “Ow, my back! Ow, my front! Ow, my…self” and then got up and bowed

. Owen stood behind the DMA and they just spun around while Joey narrated

. Joey: “THE DEADLIEST MAN ALIVE FALLS DOWN THROUGH A HIDDEN TRAP DOOR IN THE STAGE–”

. ONE STEP AHEAD JSTSKTKEYYKDKFYFUHDYSWWGDJFKGKFDHSGSTSFJKGKGKGJDSYSYIFKF I'M NOT OKAY

Dean: *Crouch-walks away*

. Owen stared directly at Curt (and addressed him instead of Tatiana) when he said “Don't slip up” and loads of people “Ooh”ed

. Owen seemed actually on the verge of tears in Spies Are Forever (Reprise)

. He also fully yelled “You're a caveman!”

. They changed the line “Taking your advice” to “Moving on”, just like Curt (I think it was Curt? Edit: IT WAS JOEY) wanted in the livestream

. The speech before Spy Again (Reprise) was so good. Everyone came out on stage and it was all just incredible

. SPIES ARE FOREVER, IT'S A MUSICAAAAAAAAALLLLLL……. IT'S ABOUT SPIES!

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Wicked Felina (The Girl That I Love)

Part 1 - El Paso

Azriel x Reader - Angst - Smut - MDNI

The darkness within her became his obsession. She was his. Didn’t she know? When Azriel spies his wicked mate with another male, when he kills that male, what he knows as life shifts eternally. No longer is there life. No longer is there death. There is only Felina. Felina who has many secrets.

Series Masterlist - Part 2

Warnings: threat of self-harm/suicide, assumed character death (you’ll see), implied rape/non-con (some gross, shitty males discussing it in a tavern), dub-con, violence, obsession, dark themes, sexual content

One hour ago

Rhysand

All Rhys knew was that when Azriel returned from what was supposed to be a short inspection of the Illyrian war camps, he was different. His shadows whirred violently; his eyes… there was a darkness in them that he’d not seen even within the depths of harrowing interrogations; and while his scent remained his usual cedar chilled mist an iron tang tinged it.

“Az?” Rhys asked cautiously, trailing his brother up the stairs

“Not now.” Azriel growled, clenched fists shaking, pupils blown wide, sweat beading his brow.

Rhys said nothing more, following the frantic male to his room. Well- until Azriel slammed the door shut in his face.

Message received.

A few minutes later, Azriel re-emerged into the living area, a packed duffel bag in tow.

“Az? Talk to me.” Rhys pleaded. Fighting against the urge to dive into his mind. Azriel’s shields were ironclad but Rhys could break through them if absolutely necessary.

“Just stop. I’m fine.” Azriel growled.

He sure as shit didn’t look fine.

“I need to go handle some personal things. I have never asked for leave for anything. Can you please just allow me a couple of weeks?”

The High Lord’s brows creased, voice raising “Weeks? With no provided reasoning?”

“I said that it was personal.”

“As your employer, I can accept that it’s personal. As your family, Az, come on. What happened?”

“I’m leaving whether you grant me this or not.”

Azriel and Rhysand had many battle-of-wills over the years but this was different. Rhys could feel it in the very marrow of his bones.

And Azriel’s demeanor - Fuck, he’d always been dangerous but he was outright predatory in the moment.

Rhys shook his head. “I should kick your ass for talking to me like this but fine - go. Two weeks, Azriel, and then you’re back here or I tear the world apart looking for you. You aren’t abandoning us without reason. I will not accept it.”

Azriel’s only response was a tick of the jaw before stepping out the front door and launching skyward at breakneck speed.

Rhys spent the next hour nursing a glass of whiskey, fighting an internal battle of leaving his brother be or going to find him. Just when he began to lose that battle and head out searching, Cassian burst through the door. His hair disheveled from the wind and caked with blood, his eyes puffy and red as if he’d been crying the entire flight.

Rhys froze in his tracks at the sight of his brother who took a few steps forward before falling to the floor, knees giving out as he let out a deep, world-shattering scream.

Rhys sent his darkness to caress his mind, gently prodding for what could have left Cassian in such a state only to be met with crushing waves of grief. Rhys pushed his consciousness with great effort to cut through the viscous surge of emotion desperate for any sense of clarity.

He’d almost reached his own daemati limit when he was abruptly greeted by flashes of memory. Snow painted bright-red with blood. Azriel laying limp. Ash arrows littering his body. Lifeless hazel eyes. Long dark hair. Red lips. Eyes darker than night. Sounds of a female voice screaming. Tears falling onto blood coated hands.

Suddenly Rhys was thrust from Cassian’s mind as he fought against the induced slumber. Cassian’s body shuttered as tears broke free once again. His words slurred as he tried to communicate within his half dazed state, “Go. Ste-steppes.” Another broken sob. “Az is d- Oh gods!” He cried out. “Dead. And s-she’s”

“Who?” Rhys’ mind flashed to the female crouched over Azriel, screaming.

“Oh fuck, R-rhys. Go!!!”

Cassian fell back into his dream state before Rhys could press further.

Rhys willed himself to remain as calm as possible. Fighting to keep his mental voice steady before the grief could overtake him as he called for Amren and Feyre.

Elain, who had been in the garden, would stay with Nyx. Amren would keep an eye on Cassian and throw additional wards up, while Feyre retrieved Nesta from the House of Wind. Once Feyre returned she would be able to soothe his mind.

Feyre’s mental voice wavered, heartbreak surging through the bond at the news, but she agreed to keep details private until Rhys understood exactly what had happened.

——————

Three weeks ago

Azriel

War Camp inspections had a way of bringing out the worst in Azriel. As if his tolerance level for Illyrians was not already at a miniscule level, these inspections always seemed to inflate the egos of the Illyrians. Camp Lords and their cronies marching into meetings with puffed out chests and mouths spewing hatred particularly grated on his typically infallible patience.

Azriel had been staying at the River House for some time now, carefully avoiding Elain as much as possible, and trying his best to avoid giving Rhys anything to pull rank over. And fuck, he was so tired after a day of negotiations. With nothing but tension awaiting him at home and overwhelming fatigue, he found himself at a shitty Inn in the Illyrian Steppes.

He’d seated himself at a small corner table, shrouding himself in shadow as he observed the belligerent patrons of Rosa’s Cantina, a shoddy tavern attached to the Inn.

“Witch.” He heard a group of males call her. Their eyes fixed on a stunning female swaying her hips in time to the music flowing from a rickety piano at the front of the bar.

Remaining silent, the Spymaster listened to the ruddy males lecherous conversation.

“I wouldn’t mind being under her spell.”

“You’ll sooner find your balls nailed to a stake than completion - even with tits like that it’s not worth it.”

Azriel snarled to himself. Even outside of the Illyrian camps, the males in the Steppes were abhorrent. Backwards in every way. The woman continued twirling, her raven-black hair flowing with each movement of her supple body.

“Not if I tie her down first.” A burly male chimed in, his slurred voice gruff.

“I’ll bet you five marks that you won’t survive the encounter with all of your appendages.”

“Look at what the whore is wearing. She wants it whether she knows or not.”

The brute of a male stumbled up to her and Azriel sighed to himself, he really didn’t want to get into it tonight. But….

The male put his greasy hands on her and Azriel instantly jolted upright, preparing to step in. She tried pulling away as the male yanked her into him. The female whirled in his arms, looking up to him like a lover. The male immediately dropped his arms, palms in the air as if placating a wild animal, he began stepping away slowly. When he turned around, Azriel noticed the blood drained from his face as he threw gold marks on the table and immediately left the cantina. The males only laughed and went back to their drinking.

“Wicked Felina” they called her.

“Eh? How much money have you won off the males she scares away now?” One of the patrons chimed in.

“Enough to cover these boys.” The male slapped the new pair of leather boots adorning his feet.

Azriel hadn’t seen what the male saw in her face when she looked to him but his shadows whispered to him.

“Darkness”

“Like calls to like”

“Look”

And maybe it was the stale mead he’d downed but he did. He strode right up to the female and could have sworn he felt time stand still as the patrons of the bar watched.

He didn’t touch her, only spoke in a low tone, “May I have a dance?”

The female whirled towards him and Azriel had to fight to keep his footing steady. Before him stood the most breathtaking female he’d ever seen.

Her eyes met his and his heart sputtered as he stared into the depth of them. Blacker than night, constellations and blood and something “other” swimming inside of them. He could sense her darkness and instead of his typical urge to question, it drew him in like metal to a magnet.

As she took him in, he heard her heart skip a beat for only a moment, before that darkness invaded his senses once again. No, it wasn’t darkness to run away from at all. It was alluring, captivating, dangerous. And he wanted to drink it all in.

“You are a brave male.” She spoke with a slight, unfamiliar accent. So similar to those of Velaris but with something else mixed in.

Azriel’s shadows whirled around the female, winding through her hair and between her fingers. She didn’t balk from them, she only remained intensely focused on him.

Her scent surrounded them and he couldn’t breathe the female in deeply enough.

An hour later he found himself driving into her. Her breasts bouncing so beautifully that he nearly came from the sight alone. He’d spent so long fisting his cock as he fantasized of Elain that he’d forgotten just how glorious the feel of a tight cunt wrapped around him felt. And this female, Felina, her moans were like a sirens call, drawing him so deeply into her that he didn’t know where she ended and he begun.

He would have gone slowly with her, tenderly, worshipped every centimeter of cool, exposed skin, but she had begged him so prettily to fuck her until she forgot what she was. Who was he to deny a female who knew exactly what she wanted. He’d never fucked a female so hard and still she pleaded for more, sensing that he was holding back. When he finally let go of his restraint, he had to dig his nails into her moonlight pale flesh just to keep her from sliding away. She bit her lip and held his gaze through every thrust. Those damning eyes looking at him like she could read every fucking tendril of his own inner-void.

When she came, he came with her. The Inn shaking with the intensity of their combined orgasms. As he came down from the high, the darkness in her eyes banked momentarily a deep, blue flashing in them before once again overtaking them. He gasped sharply as a snap yanked in his chest. Gold tethering him to her.

“Mate” his shadows sang

“Our mate, our mate.”

Azriel’s breathing grew frantic. She climbed out of the bed, her exposed backside red from the slaps he’d pressed to her round ass. “Did you feel that?”

She turned her head over her shoulder, those eyes meeting his again. “Feel what?”

Azriel’s heart sank. “Nothing.”

“Hm.” She shrugged. “Intresting.” And poured a glass of water from a pitcher on an oak dresser with nonchalance. As if they hadn’t just had life-altering sex, like the ground itself hadn’t shook with the force of their coupling.

Her mouthwatering breasts bounced with each step toward him, her lightly toned abdomen baring silver, faded scars.

“Who gave you those?” Azriel asked.

“I’m as willing to talk about them as you are about those.” She nodded toward his hands.

Touché

“Curiosity can be a dangerous thing.” She stated before bringing his head to her chest and running delicate fingers through his hair until he drifted into a deep slumber full of darkness and a golden thread.

When he woke, she was gone.

And he would have thought he’d dreamt it all, had it not been for the nearly-healed crescent moon imprint of her nails littering his body. He hummed in satisfaction at the sight.

He only hoped that next time she’d leave marks deep enough to scar. He should have staked his claim on her too.

——————

Two weeks ago

Azriel

He searched for her, frantically, day in and day out but she was nowhere to be found. How could he have found his mate and been so foolish to lose her in such a short period of time. He hadn’t even told her his name.

Eventually, he had to take pause, and venture into the camps due to a couple of missing Illyrians. Through his questioning, he’d found that the males were shaking, reporting a fanged creature that swept from the trees and picked off several of their men, one by one. When they returned to reclaim the bodies, all that was left were scattered body parts. Fingers, tongues, and cocks mostly.

He remembered the whispers in the taverns of “Wicked Felina.” Surely it was just paranoia.

Azriel returned to the tavern each night, hiding outside within his shadows. She was never there.

His patience was infallible, no amount of space or time would deter him. He would find his mate, he would embrace that pit of darkness dwelling within her - even if she were the creature the men were speaking of. She hadn’t hurt him, she’d only awoken something within him. His Felina may be dark but she is not the villain. She couldn’t be.

He pushed the sight of the ghostly pale brute running away from her at Rosa’s far into the back of his mind.

——————

One week ago

Azriel

Something tugged at him that night, urged him to find her again. Felina had become the focal point of his thoughts, consumed with her 24/7.

He was a desperate male, he wanted - no, needed - to know every piece of this dark anomaly. Mind, body, spirit. He’d sought someone whose light cast upon his obsidian soul for so long - finding hope in the radiant enigma that is Mor and the gentle, sweet presence of Elain. But all along the mother knew he needed someone who could step into his shadow and find solace. When Felina stared into his eyes, he knew she saw it, saw home. He saw it in her too.

She was so new to him and yet so familiar.

His brothers would tell him he was infatuated, that this was just another Mor, but they would be so far from the truth. This was a need, as essential to him as water or air. He thrummed with desire for his Wicked Felina.

She was the other half of his soul and he would not lose out on the opportunity to make her his.

Tonight was the night, she’d be there, he felt it deep within.

And she was.

Not inside. No, in a dark corner of the alley adjacent to Rosa’s Cantina. With a silver haired High-Fae male, nearly as tall as Azriel, muscled, well-groomed.

And she - her back was pressed against the wall. Her head flung back from the crook of his neck it where her face had been burrowed, pure ecstasy written all over those seductive features. A moan escaping her plush lips.

And then he saw it. Blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

No.

No.

This couldn’t be.

He HURT her. She didn’t want this. Didn’t she know that he was her soul-bonded mate? She wouldn’t fuck someone in the dark corner of an alley willingly.

Didn’t she know she was better than that? Didn’t she know she was everything?

Visions of the scars on her abdomen and of the male who joked about tying her down to have his way with her came to mind.

No. Not his Felina. Nobody would harm her now that she was his.

Azriel didn’t think further as he barreled for them, unsheathing truth-teller and slitting the males throat before he could even lock eyes with him.

Felina let out a quiet inhale of shock, onyx eyes blown wide.

“No. No. No.” She dropped to the male. Her nostrils flaring at the sight of him, his bloodied neck, checking for a pulse.

There was none.

Felina looked up to him with near-black, pleading eyes. “Azriel.”

And despite the peril of the moment, the fact that he clearly misread the situation, his name rolling off those pretty red lips made it all worth it.

Until the thought occurred to him. He’d never told her his name. “How?”

“Az….” Her voice cracked, the slightest bit of silver lined her eyes before darkness began radiating from her, rage filling those deeper than night eyes. Her voice became cold, deadly. “I told you that curiosity was dangerous.”

Shouts from bystanders rang out, creating panic among the villagers.

“You need to go now. They’ll recognize you.”

He paused, mouth gaping as she looked to him. He knew what she was saying but remained frozen in place.

“Azriel, please!” She cried.

There it was. His name again. Had she been as taken by him as he was by her? Had she sought him out too?

It was then that she unsheathed a dagger and held it to her own throat. “If you don’t leave, I will end it all right now.”

If he’d have looked closely, he would have seen the way her hand shook, the way she couldn’t quite touch the blade to her pale skin.

“I will find you again, Felina.” He vowed - threatened - Don’t even think about escaping me. You’re mine.

“Go.” She mouthed.

——————

Four hours ago

Azriel

Staying away for days was impossible. When she’s wander at night, he’d watch her from afar, remaining unseen. The small village mourned the dead male, apparently the esteemed ruler of this shit hole place. He caught glimpses of a mourning Felina. He felt something in the bond but he couldn’t quite make it out.

Resentment, perhaps? Jealousy? Longing?

And despite the black apparel she donned through the village, her face remained neutral with only a tinge of sadness.

Villagers whispered as she walked by. She paid them no mind.

He imagined they likely suspected the death was over her. Azriel’s shadows reported he had a wife. Why would his Felina sleep with a married male? If he was willing to cheat on his wife with her, he couldn’t have been a good male. Azriel did right by the females for eliminating him from the picture, right?

It was then that a flash of auburn appeared. The male’s wife with several large males behind her carrying torches. “Whore!” She spat. “Only fucking my husband wasn’t good enough, was it?”

“You had to sleep around with another male, one you surely had under your spell, just as you had with mine. You vile witch! And now my husband is dead because some enchanted soul grew jealous over you. You will burn for this!”

Suddenly she was placed in shackles, his shadows zooming into her vision. She must have noticed them as she whipped her head searching for him. She mouthed “no”, shaking her head in the direction his shadows raced off to. They came back.

“Blue not black. Blue not black.”

“Still beating. Still beating.”

“Mate. Mate. Mate.”

It was then that wings burst out of her back. Like Illyrian wings but white, the light casting a holographic range of gentle hues of blues and purple, and pinks. Talons emerged from her nails, but her lovely face remained impassive.

His shadows stirred aggressively.

“Alike. Alike. Alike.”

Another shadow shot back to him, beginning to report something when Azriel saw the pyre lighting in town as the villagers threw obscenities in her direction.

Felina held her head high, accepting her fate so easily.

The fire grew and Azriel once again acted on instinct. They couldn’t take her from him. And to burn her? Rage roared within him.

Azriel flew in, obliterating the large males jerking her toward the fire.

“The Shadowsinger!” someone cried out. Azriel saw nothing but Felina and the rising flames. Never would his mate be subjected to licks of flame marring her flesh. She was far too precious to burn.

Anyone who tried to lay hands on he or Felina were eviscerated. “The key!” She cried, pointing to a dead male. She ran toward it. Azriel launched in front of her, his speed overtaking hers as he retrieved it. She caught the key but her talons made it impossible to unlock the chains quickly. Azriel grabbed the key, unshackling her, the talons and wings disappearing.

“We have to go!” She shouted. Azriel caught her, launching skyward, right as an arrow shot toward them, and straight into Azriel’s back. He fought through it, he had to get her to safety. Another arrow flew through the air, narrowly missing Felina. The attempt on his mate triggering a knee-jerk reaction in Azriel who turned to send a blast of power at the bastard shooting the arrows.

He was struck in the side as another arrow met him. Azriel shot another blast of power in the direction that it came from.

Azriel could feel power rumbling under Felina’s surface. “We don’t have time! You’re hurt.”

Azriel bit back a cry at the pain radiating through his body, the blood not slowing as it should. He began feeling faint, fevered. He struggled through it, needing to make it as far away as he could but his vision began to blur as his body weakened. Felina was crying out something but he couldn’t hear her. All there was was pain and the cool press of her body against his. Gods, she was so cold.

“We need to land, Azriel! You can’t make it further.” She commended. He felt the sting of her palm on his face. “Wake up! Land!”

The slap along with her frantic voice roused Azriel enough to land them, very roughly. He crashed down on top of her.

“Felina….” He rasped.

“Shh.” She hushed him. “Save your breath. I’m okay.” Reassuring him through staggered breaths. “We need to get you to help.”

Azriel placed a hand on hers. “Too far. There’s nothing.”

“There’s got to be something!” She choked out.

Commotion erupted from the trees as a group of males from the village drew toward them. Their torches lighting the night and their bows drawn and ready.

Azriel used the little remaining might he had to push himself up. Felina throwing herself on top of him, her hands coated in his blood.

“I’m sorry for this, Azriel.” She spoke and ripped the poisoned arrow out of him, stabbing it right into her bicep. “Fuck!” She cursed. Suddenly the talons and wings were back. Her scent shifted into something so fucking familiar that it made Azriel’s heart ache, and screams echoed as she shot bursts of power at them. The range was short and the damage limited but it slowed them.

A commotion distracted the group of males as flares of red shot from the brush. A large winged male approaching from the night.

“Cass.” Felina whispered in awe.

Azriel’s vision went dark again, his conscious only picking up on words as the males screaming became less and less with each blast of power from Cassian and Felina.

A light caress came over Azriel’s mind, stroking it into submission, his pain easing. This was it. He wasn’t going to make it out of here.

And at that moment the caress broke free, Felina releasing a piercing scream. He tried moving, tried to console his mate, but the arrow that had just lodged in his heart was too much.

Azriel fought to see her one last time, her darkened eyes now shining like the night itself.

“Mate.” He whispered.

“I know, Azriel. I know.” She sobbed. Caressing his face with those delicate, chilly hands.

All Azriel remembered was the darkness embracing him once again. The pain easing as he heard Cassian’s voice.

“How?” Cassian’s booming voice cracked.

“Later, Cassian. He needs help.” Her voice was so pitiful. Broken.

Azriel’s breathing grew so shallow, that sweet darkness lulling him, even his shadows were silent. All he saw in his mind was her but she was fading. Her touch no longer registering to his senses.

He tried fighting it but there was no use as Azriel took his final breath.

“He’s dead, Cassian.”

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Two hours ago

Cassian

Cassian had never flown so fast in his life.

Oh gods, his brother was dead. The female, she refused to leave his side until he left to get Rhys.

His mind roared at him that he should have brought her with him. But why? Who was she?

Who was she to Azriel?

All he could remember as the tears flowed freely was that his brother was dead. That he heard the call for help from the village, that the Shadowsinger had gone mad, only to find a group of men on the attack and his brother incapacitated.

He had to get to Rhys quickly and let him know about Azriel, about the female.

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Present

Rhysand

Rhys winnowed to the vicinity of where Cassian had been in the memories when he’d held his mind. He flew until he found the bodies of several men. This was the clearing Cassian had been in and in the center of the clearing was caked blood.

Caked blood and no Azriel. No female.

But the blood, there was so much. He couldn’t have survived.

Right?

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Two hours ago

Azriel

The darkness on Azriel’s mind eased only slightly. The crippling pain too much to bear.

He opened his eyes to his version of heaven, to his mate’s face. The arrow removed from her arm.

He was in so much pain only managing to rasp out, “Can’t leave you.”

“You have to make a choice now.” She cupped his hand. “There was no other way.” She spoke to herself more than him. “There’s no way Cassian could have made it back in time.”

She was trying to convince herself. His decision was already made.

She shook her head, bracing herself for his response. “You have only a few moments left.”

The black fog cleared from his mind, every ounce of pain returning, but his eyes opened.

“Look at me, Azriel.”

He blinked and where her canines had been were sharp fangs. “I can save you but I can’t guarantee this existence is worth it. I am still figuring it out for myself.”

To his credit, Azriel didn’t balk. A chance to be with his mate… his Felina. He groaned as he turned his head, exposing his neck to her.

“Azriel, if I do this. You are bound to me. I know I’m your mate but you don’t know me. What if I’m… too much? Can you bare that?”

He tried to speak. She would never be too much. He only kept his neck exposed, a warning rattle escaping his chest.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, as she pressed her fangs into his neck.

Blinding light erupted through him along with the worst pain he’d felt in centuries. Tears fell from those otherworldly eyes of night onto his neck.

He fought through the pain, biting back screams. He would be strong for her.

As she drank, she caressed his hair. A slight whimper and the scent of arousal escaping her. She tensed as she recognized the scent. And he could feel a hint of shame from her end of the bond.

Azriel had only heard legends of vampyr’s. Stories told in the camps to scare children who were prone to wandering off and now here she was feeling shame for her own body’s response to having him at the most intimate level.

As she drank, little gulps escaping her, he felt his strength returning. He raised a hand and grabbed her breast, massaging it as she lapped at his blood. A silent communication that whatever she was feeling did not frighten him, was not unwelcome.

Her body relaxed only slightly but he could sense her relief.

The pain began subsiding and Azriel’s strength had already returned in full, in excess, even.

Her drinking slowed and she fought against the urge to keep drinking, the greedy need for blood raging through her.

Azriel raised his hand from her breast to her face, stroking his thumb across her cheek. She leaned into it, grounding herself.

Suddenly she pulled herself off, gasping. Her chest heaving. Pain filled her eyes as she stared up at him. But he felt… incredible. Euphoric.

And there his mate was, reeking of sweet arousal. Chest heaving. Trickles of blood dripping from her mouth.

“You have to go now, Azriel. Get what you need and come back to me.”

He could hardly think. His need to be inside of her overwhelming every sense.

“Azriel. Listen!” She spoke firmly. “You have a couple of hours at most. Go home, get any healing tonics or sedatives that you may have, clothes, and blankets and come right back here.”

“I don’t-“ he started.

“You will. Can you still winnow?”

Azriel nodded. Had he winnowed in front of her before?

“Go. Now. Before Cassian gets home and bombards you with questions.”

Azriel didn’t want to leave, growing irate at the thought of it.

“I know it’s hard for you to leave. It’s a culmination of our newly tethered bond and likely the mating bond, Azriel.”

He stayed in place.

Finally she approached him. Staring straight past his eyes and into the depths of his soul as the urge to obey her taking overtook him. “Go now.”

Without another word, he left, winnowing directly to the River House, collecting a bag, and leaving Rhys with far too many questions. He prayed to the mother that he wouldn’t track him.

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One week later

Azriel

She’d begged him not to take her but she was declining far too quickly. They’d spent the past seven days in a daze. He had quickly gone from euphoric to delirious once returning from the River House.

And just as he’d made a life altering choice to be eternally bonded to her when she’d turned him, Felina made the choice to accept the mating bond by allowing him to feed off of her.

The combination of blood lust and the mating frenzy sent him into a spiral. They barely talked in the past few days, they’d have eternity to do that. He spent more time inside of her than out but she… she refused to feed off of him, citing that it was too risky with his newly turned state. When he wasn’t rutting into her, he was hunting for game but the blood wasn’t enough for her. He cursed himself for taking so much of her blood in his frenzied state.

She repeatedly asked that he not take her to his family but they would understand. It was the only option at this point. Her scent began shifting into that strange familiar aroma again, the darkness of her eyes swirling with flecks of blue. That “other” aspect to her diminishing slightly.

As she fought her consciousness, she barely managed to whisper “There’s more.” before going unconscious.

He’d waited so long to find his mate.

She’d saved him.

He didn’t want to go against her wishes but her condition was deteriorating rapidly. Her fever raising, her once-cool skin now burning as whimpers escaped her lips.

He did the only thing he could and prayed to the Mother that Felina would forgive him.

He flew her home.

They landed on the River House lawn in the middle of the night. Rhys appeared with a crack of thunder to confront the threat that breached his wards. Feyre, Elain, Cassian, and Nesta rushing out behind him, their eyes wide with shock.

Rhys shuddered, falling to his knees before his brother. “Azriel. Thank the mother you’re home.” He sobbed.

Felina let out a pitiful moan. Sweat beading on her brow. Her cool skin now radiating waves of heat. She slowly, weakly opened her weary eyes, the swirling black now bleeding into a blend of ultraviolet blue.

Rhys approached the female in his arms, Azriel tightening his grip on her. Time stood still as Rhys gently touched her face, carefully turning her head toward him. His face of relief crumpling into something earth shattering, the mountains quaking as he fell to his knees.

Azriel started, “This is Felina, my m-“

Rhys interrupted shaking his head as let out pained, joyous laughter. “No, Az.” He choked out. “Not Felina.”

Fighting to regain composure, Rhys clarified. “That’s Y/N.”

Azriel gasped as those now violet-blue eyes peered up into his, his jaw dropping as he carefully went to his knees with her in his arms.

That scent. Those eyes of night. Azriel’s mate was-

Rhys gave a disbelieving smile his voice again breaking at the sight before him.

“My sister.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! For now, this is a one-shot. I have left openings in the story with the potential for it to become a series or at least part two with an explanation but have not yet decided.

This fic is loosely inspired by an old-western song called “El Paso” that I listened to growing up with my grandmother. The song is where I chose my pen name of “Felina” from. You may also recognize “Wicked Felina” as the title of the final episode of the show “Breaking Bad”

ACOTAR general tag list: @lilah-asteria

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Oooh I know that Spies Universe Vi was way too fast and waaaay into Xaden at threshing, but pleeease indulge me 💕...What would have Xaden done if Dain Aetos actually kissed her right then?

Could you imagine...Violet, weakened and distracted from the events of the day, getting pulled into an argument with Dain when he approaches her after Threshing (Ahem, because he's still Dis-Dain at this moment in time) and in a reckless move, Dain just pulls her in and kisses her in front of Xaden!!

(The way this all plays down in your fic is 1000% better, but if we're talking about alternate universes for your alternate universe hehe...Here I am just trying to insert drama for drama's sake)

Omg I love this! Have a fun little “what if” snippet I just wrote in like 15 minutes! Did it end up being kind of sweet in the end?? Yes, because that’s just who I am 💕

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What if Dain managed to kiss Violet after Threshing? Set during Chapter 22 of “life of spies”

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“Please, Violet. I only care about your health and happiness.” He holds a hand to his heart. “You have to know that I’ve always, always cared about you. More than anything. In fact…” his voice drops meaningfully. I instinctually keep his hands in sight and they drop away down and far away my face. I note with confusion as they fall to my hips as he steps closer. He’s… not trying to read my memories?

“Dain,” I start, ready to ask him what he’s doing, but for once, I am too slow. Maybe it’s the stress of the day, maybe it’s the fact that Dain can slip through my defenses more easily after a lifetime of being considered an ally. Either way, he manages to lean down and capture my lips in a deep kiss before I can flinch away.

I gasp in surprise, and Dain tries to deepen the embrace. For all that adolescent Violet used to daydream about a moment like this, the reality was surprisingly underwhelming. There is no heat, there is no passion, there is just… Dain. I felt more at Xaden’s proximity in the courtyard, and he was barely even touching me. My mind flashes to Xaden, who is probably watching this right now, and I try to tear my mouth away, but my oldest friend keeps a firm hold of my waist.

“Stop,” I try, but he doesn’t seem to hear me muffled against his lips. I reach up my hands up to his chest to try and shove him away, but I don’t get the chance. He’s ripped away from my body by an unseen force and sent stumbling several feet back. I blink in surprise, finally catching my breath.

Xaden is standing in front of me, shadowing roiling around in shoulders in menacing waves as he stares down at Dain with disgust. “She said stop. You might have had trouble hearing her, as you tend to do, so I figured I’d help.”

Dain’s eyes flash with anger. “What the fuck are you doing, Riorson? This is none of your business.”

I watch the muscles in Xaden’s back quiver with barely suppressed rage and I do my best to gather up my wits, which remain scattered across the grassy field under us. “Xaden…” I start quietly, but he doesn’t move his eyes from Dain, still standing between us. “I’m okay,” I tell him softly, unsure if I’m talking about this situation with Dain or in general. “I’m okay.” I’m unsure if I really even believe it.

Xaden ignores Dain’s protests. “I don’t give a fuck what you think my business is. Don’t touch people unless you have permission,” he snarls. “If you’re not what Violet wants, leave her alone.”

“Why do you care about what Violet wants?” He asks viciously, and Xaden’s eye flare. My eyes float around and I can see the curious gazes of several people looking over. Shit.

“Why don’t you? It looks to me like she’s been pretty fucking clear about what that is,” Xaden asks slowly, voice an unmistakable threat. “Now it’s been a long fucking day, so if you want to live to see the end of it, you’ll apologize for disrespecting her.”

Dain’s eyes flicker between the two of us quickly, and he turns to look at me. “Are you fucking him now?”

My hurt tears through me with a small gasp. “And if I am?” I ask with a small but firm voice. “Who I fuck has nothing to do with you, Dain.”

“He’s your Wingleader,” he spits out.

I shrug. “And you’re my squad leader, yet you just tried to stick your tongue down my throat,” I comment lightly, weight of the day laying heavily over my shoulders and making it hard to breathe. “I never said I was fucking him,” I add, trying to soften the interaction, especially with Xaden still clearly positioned between us. I allow myself a moment of happiness at being taken care of for a moment after the day I had. “Maybe you should go.”

Dain and I lock eyes from around the solid way of Xaden’s torso. “Maybe I should go but he can stay?” Dain asks, pain clear in his voice.

I nod, small but decisive. “I want him to stay,” I tell Dain honestly. “Please go, Dain. I’m sorry I can’t be what you need.”

When he finally leaves with an angry huff, Xaden turns to look at me with wide eyes, still bleeding anger and panic and perhaps even some affection too.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, and I nod with a smile.

“Yes,” I tell him in a quiet voice. “I’m sorry you had to involve yourself with that.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize, Aetos crossed a line. You shouldn’t have to suffer the touch of anyone you don’t want to, especially today.” I look down to survey my bruised, beaten, and bloodstained body and I’m struck by his effortless understanding.

“Thank you,” I say softly.

“If he would have asked and you said yes, I wouldn’t have said anything,” Xaden says quickly, like he needs me to believe him and I blink in surprise. “I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries.”

“He didn’t ask,” I tell him slowly. “And I didn’t say yes. I wouldn’t have.”

“You wouldn’t?” Those onyx eyes flash with something more, the remnants of a promise almost-forgotten-but-not-quite after the day I had.

After Threshing.

I nod at him slowly, stepping as close as I dare under the watchful eyes of the rest of the quadrant. “I wouldn’t have,” I repeat softly. Even after the day I had, he needs to know that. “I remember what I said.”

My affection is hard to contain at the relief in his eyes. “Yeah? Even after everything?”

“Yeah,” I tell him in a quiet. “I have some questions but… even after everything.”

“Okay,” Xaden releases the word like a sigh, nodding like he’s trying to convince himself. “Okay. Questions. Answers. I can do that. Do you want to find a place to hide from peering eyes until the dragons get back?”

I have to stop my eyes from watering in clear relief. “I really, really do.”

[brotherwtf]

what if...... clegan Notebook au

John is so Noah coded it's not even funny

Gale is in town for the summer with his family and John spies him around town, but doesn't work up the courage to talk to him

Comes up to him at the fair and says something stupid like "Pretty thing like you might get lost, why don't I show you around?"

Something something Gale finally allows John to take him to the movies

They dance in the street when no one is watching, realize that they are in love (oh my God)

"If you're a bird I'm a bird" (screams)

Gale invites John to meet his family AS A FRIEND (wink wink nudge nudge), but his family doesn't take to him as well because he is capital p Poor

Doesn't help that Gale's father sees them making out in John's truck...... yikes

Gale's family is enraged, force him to move back to Charleston because "I won't have some queer messing up your future"

Gale is furious at his parents and goes back to John, but John "agrees" with Gale's parents; their relationship will only ruin any chances Gale has at going to college

This makes Gale even sadder, and then angry again and they break up, but Gale can hardly stand the idea of not seeing John again

Flash forward until after the war (very very much like canon except John and Gale do not cross paths), Johns father sells the house to give him enough money to start building the "dream house", aka the one he and Gale dreamt up that one summer

When John goes to Charleston to get paperwork signed, he sees Gale and chases after him

Heart breaks when he sees Gale with a woman (Marge), completely shatters when he sees the ring on her finger

John builds the house and Gale sees the ad in the paper and comes to visit him

"Why are you looking at me like that?" "Just memories"

Obligatory kiss in the rain (shaking at the bars of my enclosure)

"It wasn't over. It still isn't over"

Gale eventually leaves Marge and they live in the big, beautiful house that John built, loving like they were teenagers again

Love me a moodboard so I had to make one

lmk if you guys have anymore ideas for this, might make it into a full length fic at some point

[blah993]

That Funny Feeling 2/3

•{Remastered Edition}•

Part 1:

Hope you enjoy

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Mahatma  strolled through the bustling market district list of items needed in hand. Just a few supplies to tide over until they had sufficient funds for a proper restock. 

He grabbed some new graphite filament for his notes and was about to check out when he spied a leather bound notebook.

It was a rich brown with a leather strap to bind it, it was rather simple and small enough to stow it conveniently in a pocket. He feels the soft leather and the decent quality of paper, he swears that for a moment he caught a glimpse of notes written in a orderly precise manner before he blinked and it was gone. 

He had a feeling to purchase it but before he could decide Attila cuts in” You have plenty at home. You don't need another one.”

After he paid the shopkeeper he walks in the direction of home with the sudden flash of notes on his mind. Before he knew it he'd accidentally wandered into a snack food stall. 

He convinced himself to look at the chocolate section much to the dismay and wavering protests of his other half. He glances at the different types and chuckles slightly and feels an unfamiliar sharp bittersweet feeling warm in his chest. Doc paused and searched his mind for the memory connecting the feeling in vain.

This caused confusion for Attila as well but grumbled out a “move on.” Doc exits the market slowly as if it would fix the seemingly non existent gap in his memory. 

 It's this mental exercise that occupies his thoughts when he travels home. He greeted the others also absentmindedly while he sorts his purchases. After that task he sits at the office with a sigh. 

He looks out of his doorway at the almost empty storage room they have in the back wall of the building. With this glance that feeling returns with a bitter tang of emptiness. It is one that seems sad so much so that Attila feels it too albeit less so. It is this feeling that tells him the room should be filled. 

By what? Another thing, another person? It takes a moment but he shakes it off and pinches the bridge of his nose ,head aching from overuse.

“I should really get more sleep.”, he comments  with a sigh before turning back to his work. 

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"Your top 15 favorite TV shows can say a lot about your personality"

Ty lovely mutuals @kuhakukage @mochiajclayne @tentensgiantfan for tagging me I really enjoyed making this list... memory lane... it was so hard tho, but:

Breaking Bad

Naruto (minus war arc and ending)

Avatar The Last Airbender

Master of None

The Umbrella Academy

Castlevania

Silicon Valley

Freaks and Geeks

Mr. Robot

Westworld

How I Met Your Mother

Food Wars

Haikyuu

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Kim Possible

Mutuals I haven't seen tagged yet, I tag: @sasubaeuchithot @the-real-sasuke-uchiha @narutobrainrotstuff @moon-trees @azenta

Bonus - honorable mentions bc I love sm shows and am indecisive:

One Tree Hill

Masterchef (Australia)

Tokyo Ghoul

Teen Titans

America's Next Top Model

Black Mirror

The Boys

Game of Thrones (s1-5)

Lost (s1-3)

Winx Club (s1-5)

Totally Spies

Billions (s1-4)

The Vampire Diaries

CW The Flash (s1-4)

Arcane

[is-emily-real]

i'll be home for next year

Steve stared at the cracked wood in front of him, trepidation welling in his gut. The lacquer had long since worn away, time peeling it back until it was merely flecks glimmering in the light of the moon. This house… the memories flooded back, hours and hours spent making it livable, accessible, comfortable enough so that its inhabitants could hope to heal. From what, well, that brought a bitter taste to his mouth.

He’d hated leaving. Hated, hated, hated it, but he couldn’t help it. The girls could barely make it through their first week off at college. The fear in Robin’s voice needled him through his memory, begging him to come just for the night, just to keep them safe from memories of the evil vanquished a few scant weeks prior. Then a night turned into two, turned into weeks, turned into months. Eddie hadn’t even been awake then.

Dustin tried to keep him updated, but the few times they’d seen each other since he’d moved away, he’d read the pain in Steve’s eyes with an uncharacteristic shrewdness and decided to keep his mouth shut. Maybe, bless him, maybe the boy was growing up after all.

Then, before he knew it, Max was on his couch in tears talking about how she’d written “Billy” on the tag for Eddie’s Christmas present, and how could she ever think to replace her brother, even if he was a piece of shit, and the pangs in his chest told him he’d made a grave mistake.

Did he even know Eddie anymore? Did he even remember the last day they’d shared?

Red crackled around them as they fought through twisted vines and trees to get back to their friends. His heaving breaths reopened the wounds in his side, but he could hardly feel it as he pressed on in a panic, spurred by Dustin’s sobs that echoed an inhuman distance. Someone was hurt, someone was dying, and he was off in the middle of the abyss, still reeling from the disappearance of the very thing he’d walked into this intending to kill.

He broke through the tree line and into a sprint, leaving Robin and Nancy to catch up when they could. He spied Dustin kneeling on slick ground, guarding Eddie from the demobats despite the fact that they were nothing more than corpses spread across the lot. Eddie tried to shush him, but it was little more than a gurgle through bloody teeth.

Steve’s hands found Dustin as he fell to his knees beside him, drawing him into a quick hug. “It’s alright,” he’d said, voice laden with uncertainty. “We’re gonna help.” Curls bounced as he nodded against Steve’s chest, sucking in air as he tried to pull himself together. “I need your shirt.”

Dustin winced as he shifted back to pull the grey hoodie off, and Steve and Robin made quick work of ripping it to shreds, the shaking of his arms quelled only by the task at hand. “Help me get him up.” Eddie groaned as they pulled him to a sitting position, head lolling from the blood loss to land on Steve’s shoulder.

“I didn’t… didn’t run away this time,” he mumbled, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“You didn’t. You fought.” He pressed a wad of cloth to the weeping wound on his neck. Nancy’s nimble hands darted back and forth as she wrapped the bandage around his stomach, so similar to his own.

A rumble shook the earth. Nancy’s eyes flashed at him. “We need to go. Can you get him?”

“I’ll try. Get them out,” he nodded to Robin and Dustin. Something in him broke at her look of defiance. “Please, Nance. I can’t… I can’t lose any of you.”

She held for a second longer, her gaze tearing him in half, then she relented. As they began to retreat, something warm fell in drops on his skin. Tears began to stream through the grime on Eddie’s face, contrasting his soft smile. “Never been held like this.”

His eyes began to flutter. “Come on, man, stay with me.” Steve scrambled to get them standing, but Eddie was dead weight, just barely able to give his fists a squeeze.

“I’m dying, Steve. Not even twenty, and I’m about to die.”

“You’re not going to die.” He strained again, this time able to get Eddie in his arms, but the coldness and terror of this place was sapping his strength. He could hear the scraping of furniture as his friends worked to get through the gate, could hear the cracks and snaps as the ground split, but it was what he could feel that cut through the weary cloud of his mind.

Eddie was laughing, the gentle shake of his shoulders reverberating across Steve’s nerves. He felt the rattling wheezes, the warm lips brushing his collarbone, pushing him to his feet and forward across dirt rolling like the sea. He felt Eddie wince as they clattered up the wooden steps, felt the draw of breath as he stepped across the threshold like a man carrying his love into their home for the first time. A few more steps and they’d be there, and yet, something felt unfinished.

“Steve?” He found pleading brown eyes in the shadows.

He couldn’t tell what it was that pulled his lips to Eddie’s, but the coppery taste of blood underlaid a sweet desperation that could only ever find its outlet in a moment of despair. He savored it even as Robin’s shouts reached his ears from the gate above, and then the pitching of the trailer pulled him back to his senses.

What he felt kept him sharp even then. “Thank you.” Eddie’s words branded his heart before his eyes slid closed. It was the last time he’d see them open.

No lights shone through the threadbare curtains. Maybe he was asleep, curled up in warmth and safety, invulnerable to the dread coursing through Steve's veins. Maybe he wasn’t even here. Maybe he was off somewhere in arms that loved him better. Maybe Steve could turn around, walk down the drive until he was out of the glow that stabbed at all his insecurities, and truly disappear.

But then he was letting his courage slip away, and though it would have been easier to let himself be forgotten, kinder even, something in his chest protested at the thought of leaving this place without even a glimpse of who he came to find.

He rapped his knuckles somberly on the faded door and waited for his life to change.

Shuffling inside the house cut to his bones, and he began to sweat despite the winter wind. This was a mistake. He shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t have even thought he could come waltzing back like he hadn’t abandoned a man in a coma, shouldn’t have hoped to find a welcome repose in arms he’d only felt so fleetingly.

Before he could tuck tail and run, the door opened.

Just like that moment so long ago, he found brown eyes in the shadows, the confusion painted on his pale face making way for shock, and the recognition there drove all the breath from Steve’s lungs.

He flung his arms around Steve’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and God himself could not have stopped their lips from finding one another.

Fireworks. Literal fireworks boomed and crackled as Steve poured that same sweet desperation into the kiss, despair abandoned in the golden flashes for something new, something that settled his fraught soul and sparked a fire under his skin. He was born again in the dark of night by the bubbling laughter shaking Eddie’s frame, the glee with which Eddie kissed him back and made him whole.

When the kiss finally broke, Steve pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. The man’s warm baritone filled his veins.

“You came home.”

Maybe ’87 wouldn’t be so bad.