#<- !! im aware it could be kinda creepy im just not sure what to tw it as specifically

[glowfangs]

[dapandapod]

I went out for a walk and was struck with inspiration. This is kinda sad and probably a lil weird to do for someone else but Hey, let me. I want kindness. Tw for breakdown and implied cheating. On Ao3 here 💖

It’s late. Too late to be out for a walk depending on who you are asking. And I’m asking me, so no, midnight is not that late.

I walk alone among the streets and houses. As I walk past the roundabout four motorbikes blast past. On the next street over I get company. I smell them before I see them. Perfume and cigarettes. So strong I can actually feel the taste on my mouth. I look up and see young man in front of me. He seems to be a little drunk, but he walk with a steady pace ahead.

I’m three lamp posts away but I can still smell him. Hell, I can even taste him. I slow my pace, not wanting to get too close. The sound of our footsteps mingle in the silence, bouncing between the brick walls.

Suddenly the man in front of me stops. Leans against the wall. He seems to be getting smaller, curling in on himself. Is he trying to light another cigarette? Is he going to get sick?

I keep walking towards him, my house is only a block away. The perfume smell gets stronger for every step I take. It’s a nice smell but so strong it makes my eyes sting a little.

Im prepared to walk past him when I hear it. A sob. A heart wrenching, deeply felt sob.

I stop dead in my tracks and we the mans shoulders shake in restraint. His hair is a soft brown, bangs falling into his eyes. He has one arm clasped around himself, the other presses tightly against his mouth. I’m only a few paces away, and must look like an absolute weirdo.

I take a tentative step towards him, reaching out with my hand towards his shoulder.

“Hey. Are you alright?”

The man startles badly and press himself against the brick wall. Cornflower blue eyes stare up at me, tears and a little snot streaming down his face.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” I say, I know I don’t come off as the most approachable or friendly dude. I’m big, tall and my long white hair make people look at me like I’m some kind of mobster. “Are you alright?” I ask him again, because he looks a strong wind away from collapsing.

He looks at me for a moment longer, then his face crumples. He shoots forward from the wall and suddenly his arms are around me. He is taller than I thought, his head fitting nicely against the crook of my neck. He press his entire body against mine, his cheek is wet and his nose cold agains my neck.

This is not what I expected. Slowly I put my arms around him, and it’s like I break something when I do. He presses his forehead against my shoulder thankfully, but a wail of despair tears from his throat. I can tell he is crying because my shirt is getting damp where he press his head against me. His fingers claws and grips my shirt, drawing it against himself, pressing us closer.

I don’t know what to do. This stranger, this broken man in my arms in the middle of the night. How can I just tear free and leave?

I won’t do that. I know what it’s like to feel that terrible, only I didn’t have somebody there to catch me.

I let my head rest against his, the stench of cigarettes almost overwhelming when I’m this close. Slowly, softly, I let my hands rub circles on his back. He is leaning heavily on me so I twist us a little so the brick wall will support us.

Us.

I suppose it is now. There is a comfort in ‘us’ somehow.

I hum, not really talking nor singing, just letting my voice vibrate through me. My ex Yen once told me it was like leaning agains a giant purring cat when I did that. She took comfort in it, so maybe he can too?

I don’t know how long we stand there. His arms are still tight around my ribs, his breath is still fast and uneven, but he doesn’t seem to cry anymore.

I let my hand cradle the back of his neck. I don’t know why, it’s uncalled for and frankly a little creepy to do to a stranger. But I do it anyway, some strange instinct telling me this is what I must do.

“You will be ok,” I tell him. “One deep breath. Another, there you can do it.”

Being alone sucks. I hope this helps.

After another long ten minutes it seems like he is done. His grip has slackened a little, the breaths evened out. There is a slight tremble in his shoulders.

“Feel any better?” I ask him, trying to make him look up at me.

He doesn’t but I can make out a mumbled “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” I say, still rubbing circles into his back. “Do you live far from here?”

There are a few seconds of silence before he sighs and pulls away. It’s cold without him against me.

“Not anymore.” He smiles sadly and puts his hands in his pockets. He looks so miserable and broken. “I uh... I found him with someone else in our bed. I didn’t think, I just left.”

Fuck. Fuck.

I can’t.

“You can crash at my place tonight if you want to.” I offer this complete stranger. I don’t even know his name. He also haven’t met my eyes since he broke down.

“Sorry, shit, that sounds totally suspicious huh? But I’ve been there so... I know how it feels not to have anywhere to go. I’m Geralt.”

Finally he looks up at me. He is absolutely drunk and he should not be out here.

“Jaskier.” He says, a slow smile finding his lips. “And thank you. I uh... I guess it’s that or sleeping on the street tonight.”

I lead him with me that last block. His perfume and cigarette smell is still overwhelming as he walks up the stairs to my flat. I give him a T-shirt and send him into the shower while I carry pillows and blankets to the couch.

He looks a little better when he exits the bathroom. He absolutely smells better now. We don’t speak, just make sure he has what he needs for the night before I settle into my own bedroom. This was one weird night.

The morning turns out to be even weirder. When I open my eyes and return to awareness I do so to the smell of pancakes. I pad barefoot across the floor into the kitchen just to see my stray stand there in my slightly too big T-shirts, trying and failing to flip a pancake in the air. He looks a little better.

I lean in the doorway for a moment just watching him in the sunlight. When he notice me he startles just as badly as the last time and almost drops the frying pan.

“Shit! Fuck!” He struggles to catch it, but the pancake is destroyed. He frowns at it and puts it on a plate next to the stove with three other failed attempts.

“Morning.” I say, amused. He is so at ease in my space. It’s weird. I scratch my bare chest and cracks a yawn. “Are any of those gonna be salvageable?” I catch him staring at me with a slight blush on his cheeks. It’s a good look on him.

“I uh... fuck, sorry, I was just thinking I could make breakfast as... thanks...”

“It’s all good.” I say again, another yawn breaking free. “Jaskier was is?”

“Yeah.” He puts a new load of batter in the pan and it sizzles promisingly.

We share breakfast. Some of the pancakes were good enough to eat. Jaskier seems like he is starving but I know crying is a hungry business. We talk a little, my cheap coffee working as a icebreaker.

After almost an hour Jaskier declares he must go back. Not home, just back.

“Do you have any friends you can stay with?” I ask him when he puts on his shoes, knowing that he probably doesn’t. Why else would he end up here, with me?

I feel a pang of something, sympathy.

“It will be alright.” He says with a smile. “Thank you for everything. And I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” My arms are crossed in front of me, all I wanna do is just scoop him up in another hug. To make things alright again, to make that awful sad go away.

“See you around, Geralt.” He says, another smile and a little wave as he disappears down the stairs.

I hope we will, I think silently to myself

[chocolate-parfait]

"Paranormal night? I don't think so!" - Ikemen Vampire (Isaac)

TW ; vomit , mature language

@sciamchyafterdusk requested:

I saw your post with the halloween propts also i dont really know if im requesting this right i just got tumblr but Mc and isaac from ikemen vampire for 21 and 26 🥺🍁 I just think it would be really funny because I doubt isaac would believe in ghost probably just a prank from dazzi and arthur but, I think he’d deny it but secretly not so secretly be a scaredy-cat (also male reader but ik most people have female mcs so you dont have to write it if you dont feel comfortable with that!)

Sassy!Male!MC because I'm kinda tired of writing for beautiful perfect ladies that go STOP TEASING ME TEEHEE, blush over nothing and sing like disney princesses. (watch me do exactly that in the next piece I write)

+it's not a negative thing or anything as I'm the first one who likes to write for that type of trope but,, variety is very much needed every once in a while

21. “Oh my gaud, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.”

26. “I dare you to go down there.”

Isaac had no idea why he ever thought this could have been a good idea in the first place. Sitting by a candlelit round table, Dazai, Arthur, you and your lover were staring at a crystal ball placed in the middle of the wooden surface, hands ceremoniously joined together to form a circle.

The room was growing colder by the minute, as the local paranormal enthusiast decided that a fire would scare the spirits away. Despite the polar temperatures, you managed to keep your hand warm enough to try and offer some kind of support to your partner, Isaac, whose left hand was as cold as ice and even slightly trembling, though you kept any type of comment to yourself as you knew he wouldn't be pleased to have a third bully team up against him.

Unfortunately for both of you, the two writers' analyzing eyes were vigilant even in the darkness of the room, and they simultaneously decided to poke fun at the scientist as they waited for something to happen.

"Ai-chan, are you scared?" The Japanese teasingly inquired. "C'mon old Newt! Shouldn't you believe in numbers and science a little bit more? I'm sure your gravitational equation will come to save you if a ghost tries strangling you!~" The other man said, obviously aware of the hypocrisy of his statement. "Would you look at that..! You're shaking like a leaf and your expression is quite the amusing one..." Arthur added, slightly leaning forward to get a better look at his face. "C'mon, stop bullying him, you two." You whispered with a scolding tone.

You didn't exactly believe in these things, and yet the slight creepiness of the whole atmosphere couldn't quite let your heart remain completely unmoved. Just as you turned your eyes back on the transparent sphere, Arthur straightened like a board and with utmost earnestness exclaimed:"I can feel a presence... Dear Lord, look behind you Isaac!!"

"W-WHAT IS IT-?!" The fragile man half screamed, throwing himself to your side and squeezing your arm tightly, as if scared a supernatural entity would grab him from behind and drag him to Hell. The moment the exclamation left your lover's lips your eyes flew to the back of the room, noting with your own two pupils that there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary there.

"Haa... you really are an impossible one Arthur." You said with a sigh while pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm utterly serious when it comes to these things!" Said the English man with a slight pout marking his features. Then, an idea came to your mind.

The blue haired flirt always found an excuse to either tease you or your man, and a payback was the least you could do.

"Wait! Look at the sphere- no way... that's impossible..." You mumbled with an incredulous tone, making the best shocked expression you could manage. Three other pair of eyes moved to the crystal ball, focusing with all their might to try and see what you were talking about. "Do you see something??" Arthur's voice came out in a whisper, hushed and grave.

"Oh my gaud, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass!"

"O-of course you didn't see anything- ghosts don't exist anyways..." Isaac whispered to himself, finally letting go of your arm and huffing in relief.

"MC!!! Take this seriously!!" Seeing the playboy so offended pleased you, and you responded with a hearty laugh. "Yeah well, I'm not really the biggest believer of these type of things. I'm still shocked the author of Sherlock Holmes is a fan of the occult, though!"

"Don't you dare mention that piece of trash in front of me!" Ah, there was his weakness. Whenever someone mentioned the detective, he'd lose his temper in the blink of an eye, becoming vulnerable to every type of teasing remark thrown his way. This was a tactic you had started using quite often whenever you wanted to help Isaac with all the mocking gibberish thrown his way.

"Now, now, let us not fight!" Dazai cut off your thoughts with his signature smile. "If we make too much noise, the oni might hear us and come our way"

"A what? ...can't you guys just stop with all the demon talk?" Isaac complained. "They clearly don't exist." He concluded.

"And even if they found us, would they stand a chance against three vampires? You should be scared of yourselves, not some stinky heap of darkness and evil. You can probably snap their necks like a twig with your superhuman strength." You added, looking at the two people sitting in front of you with narrowed eyes.

"Your words bring me an unimaginable amount of disapproval, MC" Did Arthur always need to have the last word on everything? "So do you." You remarked, finally standing up to make your way to the door, clearly done with the conversation.

Barely seconds after you stepped out in the hallway, you heard the sound of a chair sliding against the floor, followed by the familiar sound of shoes you had learnt to recognize anywhere.

"There's no way I'm staying in that room with those two tortures." Isaac scoffed. "I-I'd rather spend my time with you." His tone was shy, but when reaching for your hand, his touch was bold and yet gentle. At this display of cuteness, you couldn't help but softly press a kiss to his cheek before squeezing his hand in yours. "Shall we head back to your room then?" And as your question was answered with a nod, you two started walking down the dark hallway, hand in hand.

Newton's room was quite far from the small lounge you had borrowed for your spooky night, and minutes passed as a comfortable silence hung between the two of you, steps muffled by the red carpet of the hallway filling resonating softly in the empty corridor.

Letting your mind wander freely during the small walk, you went over the events of the day and the evening in particular. The firm words of scepticism you had thrown at Arthur's way suddenly tumbled on you all at once.

What if... what if something were to happen now? Wouldn't it be funny? How ironic would it be! It was a thought that made your heart race; the possibility of witnessing something uncommon, out of this world and probably life-threatening was something that had always attracted the human heart, and you certainly weren't an exception despite your earlier contradicting statement. Sure, you weighed rationalism way more than matters from the supernatural sphere, and yet you had already been proved wrong once when you arrived to the mansion. So maybe nothing was impossible, right..?

You unconsciously slowed your pace, as if wanting to increase the chances of seeing some kind of paranormal activity, and fortunately enough your twisted prayers were met in the strangest of ways.

Passing by the access to the staircase that took downstairs to the cellar, you heard the most curious of sounds. It wasn't perfectly audible from your position, but you could make out incoherent mumbling and sounds that were human but not quite. Seeing how you had stopped walking, Isaac called out to you. "MC..?" After a few seconds of unresponsiveness, you turned to him, curiosity and a hint of mischief in your excited orbs. "Isaac, I dare you to go down there.” His eyes widened in surprise, and before he knew what what happening, you were pushing his back down the steps, adding in a reassuring whisper:"Don't worry. I'm right behind you." But the way you gripped his shoulder didn't go unnoticed, and it reminded him of when he had done the same thing to you minutes prior. Perhaps, those words of encouragement served to placate your quivering spirits, now slaves to your immense curiosity. The scientist certainly couldn't blame you when it came to that, so he gulped down his fear and, in an spur of bold courage, made his way down the dark, old staircase.

What was driving him was possibly either the wish to appear a bit cooler in your eyes or his innate spirit of in inquiry, maybe both. Meanwhile the weird murmurs and rustles got stronger as you approached the end of the stairs, and with a heart thundering wildly in both of your chests, you peeked into the cold basement. What you saw was...

"What in God's name aRE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Theo, slumped against the floor next to Vincent and a pool of...liquids. The angel was whispering words in his brother's ear while drawing soothing circles with his hand on the man's back. Just as you and your lover stepped into the room a pair of blue eyes flew to your figures in a surprised manner, and the blonde's soft voice found its way to your ears.

"Can you guys... help me out?" He said, slipping his arm under Theo's armpit to try and raise him up while offering you an apologetic smile. "We went to the pub to celebrate my newest painting but I'm afraid he exaggerated a bit... He... Theo is so drunk he fell down the stairs"

At this phrase you burst out laughing and Isaac stifled a giggle at the idea of the gruff man tumbling down like a sack of potatoes, then nodded and moved to help the eldest Van Gogh. The moment your lover got next to to the now half standing drunk vampire, Theo emitted a guttural noise and painted his usual grey vest in a terrifying yellow-ish color that would've looked breathtaking on Vincent's canvas. If it hadn't been... vomit, that is.

As you saw the pink haired vampire stiffen up in disgust, you started laughing even harder, calming down ever so slightly once you remembered how horrible your loudness must feel to someone so hungover. After recovering some much needed air, you went to help the two porters who were struggling to open the door as Theo's wobbly legs threatened to make them all fly down the steps, a smile on your face.

The whole situation took a turn you certainly had never expected, but it satisfied you nonetheless. In such a big house, no moment was to be left to boredom, and you had learned to appreciate and love all these grownup babies so it now felt completely natural to spend a night like this. (One of them had captured your whole heart in particular)

...though you figured someone wasn't going to be equally happy with all the cleaning the next day.