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[maxattack-lis]

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Honestly, the characters in LIS act too much like Max is a manic pixie dream girl for me not to think she's autistic.

Like, I think it's an autism canon event for people to view your neurodivergence as "quirkiness," and that happens to Max a LOT in canon.

The amount of times someone goes "Max, you're really weird. But cool," is so many, and from lived autism experience that can very much be how interactions with neurotypical people go. They tend to not realize that the "uniqueness" they think they're recognizing is actually autism, and therefore they label the autistic person as either "weird" or the "manic pixie dream" stereotype.

Max is just written in such a specific way that I have a really hard time seeing her as a non autistic person. She fits my lived experience to a tee, and on my latest replay I fully realized how many boxes she checks.

[ham1lton]

ok so i was reading thru ur AUs tag bc im obsessed with ur writing and ur blog and i saw the one about street racing and that idea EATSSSSSSS

you said ur unsure if a race virgin driver works for your AU but i think cool girl racer!yn and a driver that has never street raced before would be amazingggggg! if u ever need encouragement about a new au HAHA <3 i would love to see it 💓

like what’s lewis gonna do when yn beats him street racing? or when she rolls down her tinted windows after beating max and reveals she’s a girl? 🤭

Also who even convinced them to take on street racers! go back to ur job old man 🫵🏼

author’s note: i’m still trying to find the original post so i can refer back to it and i can’t 😭😭😭😭😭 here is a little smau where they’re all racers. sorry it’s so short. also if you guys are able to, please read through my pinned!! <3

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yourusername: was taking cute selfies when betsey broke down. thankfully my girl bestie was there to take awkward pics of me under her hood <3

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bestie: girl c’mon, you know i got you!!

-> yourusername: yeah unlike oscar 😒

-> oscarp: now how did i get brought into this?? i was in AUSTRALIA!

-> yourusername: abandoning me for street races in australia is SICKENING!!

-> bestie: yourusername he’s actually australian…

-> yourusername: yeah okay and i’m gordon ramsay.

landoinaspeedo: yourusername if you ever want to drive a real car, let me know. my baby is a two-seater.

-> yourusername: good for you?

-> landoinaspeedo: offer valid until 2098. take advantage 😉

maxattack: hi. yn. want. to. play. video. games. with. me.

-> yourusername: why. tf. you. typing. like. this.

-> maxattack: smashed. phone. screen. while. driving. don’t. want. to. pay. for. new. one. deal. with. it. 😎.

-> yourusername: okay weirdo. omw. need to call osc and bestie first though.

-> maxattack: see. you. soon.

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[icy-book]

MEAN TO ME AND ME SPECIFICALLY

I have no idea what you mean, dearest Maxattack

[geekchick75]

And a good morning to you too! #maxattacks #maximillian #doglife #dogsofinstagram #doggo https://www.instagram.com/p/CKeaE4dLenq/?igshid=1qsbk1ofsx5ai

[maxattack-lis]

To be fair I was Cringe in 2014 too, it’s a way of life.

bitches will be like "i want a girl like max caulfield" till the girl is full blown 2014 nostalgia cringe personified and delivers stupid one liners awkwardly and is autistic

[elmflowers]

YOU SHOULD ANALYZE SKEPPY CLASSPECT :D

bwuh. okay lets go

disclaimer: im not that familiar with c!skeppy myself so if i get a few points wrong or if someone thinks they have a better take than me by all means go ahead. i would also like to say that this is just my take on this and that in actuality we will Never get Official Classpects because the idea of classpects is completely merged with sburb. people get the classpects they get because their classpect serves a purpose in the game rather than being an accurate personality indicator. so unless if the entire dsmp got together and figured out an official dsmpstuck, all we have are conjectures and guesses.

that being said i am diagnosing him through the context of what he serves in the Story rather than what he would do in the Game (kind of like how we assign characters overarching tropes ie: katara from atla as the heart of the group). which has its own limits.

im going to stick wtih c!skeppy because i dont like trying classpect real people lol so anyways i think i would go with mage of mind

c!skeppy has shown multiple times to be an incredibly rational character, being able to extrapolate context from a singular biased perspective without any outside interjection. however, he's not necessarily active. while mage is an active role, they dont work in the same way as other active roles and are more passive than anything.

the description of mage im working with is someone who gains knowledge through experience rather than sought after learning.

c!skep, like sollux, mostly does actions that greatly change trajectory of the story. everything else is few and far in between. he has a very very strong focus on actions. doing things, rather than being focused on identity or stuff like that (ie wilbur and eret). like half of his story is he did a thing and now everything has exploded.

i could also see doom or light with him, but i personally would go with mage of mind.

[scotthull]

We couldn’t be more proud! @penelope_dullaghan first picture book, “Max Attacks” is featured at the Society of Illustrators Original Art Show. Penelope is honored to see her name on the list along side many of her children’s book illustrator heroes. . Of course we know the secret to a great book is working with a talented team. So a special thanks goes to writer by Kathi Appelt, Simon & Schuster’s art director Sonia Chaghatzbanian and editor Caitlyn Dlouhy for helping bring such a clever and captivating book to life. . The show is at the Society of Illustrators, 128 East 63rd Street in NYC, and runs til January 4th. Stop by if you’re in the city, and check it out! . . #penelopedullaghan @simonandschuster @soi128 #kathiappelt #sonachaghatzbanian #caitlyndlouhy #childrensbooks #childrensbookillustrator #kidsart #kidslitart #scotthullartist #sol128 @picturebooksblogger #picturebookblogger #maxattacks https://www.instagram.com/p/B42QI2vB9Zy/?igshid=aszas836oewc

[maxattack-powell]

How do you think Chris and MC handle being quarantined?

MC snuggles into her favorite reading chair, flipping to her last read page of a classic favorite, looking forward to knocking out a few chapters before she has to get back to work around the house. Scanning the pages at rapid speed, she doesn't really seem to notice the first time Chris passes through the room.

She turns a page.

Her legs are curled under her, and at least two, if not three soft blankets are draped across and around her as she nestles further into the chair. It’s not cold, in fact, it's relatively warm outside this time of year, but when she becomes sedentary for a while as she reads, the air-conditioning can create a fairly strong artificial chill.

She turns a page.

She hears some activity in the kitchen for a few minutes before Chris passes back through the open living space. Her eyes lift briefly as she watches him return to wherever he came from just a short time before at a somewhat hurried pace. As he goes out of view and into another part of the house, her eyes fall back to the printed words in her hand, leaving her in relative silence once again.

She turns a page.

The silence doesn't last long though as the dogs come racing into the room. They cut towards the kitchen and breakfast area as they chase one another before they make a big loop and take off with lightning speed towards the last place she saw Chris. She shakes her head and turns her attention back towards the story.

She turns a page.

A muffled scolding breaks her concentration once more, the distinct sound pricking her ears as she realizes the dogs have now interrupted whatever Chris was doing as well. A small smile appears on her lips as she focuses back onto the written events in her hand, noting that this is where things start getting good.

She turns a page.

Chris enters the living space once again, this time heading towards the laundry room, possibly the garage. She can't tell, mostly because she doesn't really look up this time because the book's plot has taken a dramatic turn.

She turns a page.

He crosses the space again, this time mumbling something to himself as he goes into their office. She can't help but be curious this time, lifting her gaze from the pages as she wonders what he’s up to now. When he doesn't emerge immediately, she shrugs and dives back into her book.

She turns a page.

MC almost forgets he's in the office as she reads the last of a chapter. Almost. When Chris appears in the doorway, she can't help but look up and appreciate the view. Well, most of it. The frustrated look on his face almost takes away from his striking form, making her take mental note of the shorts he's wearing and how they are now a new favorite. His lip curls in an annoyed pout and she does her best to not smile. Before their eyes have a chance to meet, she turns hers back to the worn book in her hand.

She turns a page.

Chris is gone before she gets two sentences into the next chapter, making her even more curious about his activity. He stays gone for a while this time, letting her get through many pages before she has to look up again. It’s the way he sits on the couch nearby with a huff that permanently breaks her focus. When she does look up, she finds him staring up at the ceiling, a blank look on his face as his long body melts into the furniture.

She closes the book.

“Chris.”

He doesn't respond at first, and she shifts, about to speak again when he sighs. “...ayuh?”

Her eyebrow arches as she waits for him to look at her, and she does wait. After a longer than necessary pause he finally rolls his head up, turning his attention to her. She presses her lips together, forcing her amusement at his annoyed expression to vanish.

“You okay?”

He looks at her for a moment, then sniffs a little as he rubs the ball of his foot on the floor. “I’m fine.”

MC can't help but smile then, his frustration evident. “Feeling cooped up?”

His nose scrunches up and he scoffs. “No. I enjoy our home.”

“You liar.” She laughs softly and sets her book down on the side table.

Chris shakes his head. “No, I really do. Especially when you're in it... I love that.” A small, cocky smirk appears on his lips and she chews on the inside of her cheek, very aware of what he was referring to.

“Uh huh…” Her eyebrow arches again and he shrugs, so she lets out a breath. “Okay, you're fine.”

He nods once and taps the balls of both feet on the ground. “Yeeeep.”

She pushes the blankets aside and stands, holding his gaze as she moves towards their bedroom. “So you wouldn't want to go for a hike or anything then… because you're fi-”

He bolts up and out of the chair before she can finish, making her squeal as he scoops her up and rushes to their room with a huge grin on his face. “I was thinking we could drive over to the Blue Hills Res… the dogs always like the Skyline Trail and most people don't go on that one.”

MC laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck. “The dogs huh?”

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I have fun answering questions about my OTP in story form if possible lol... so I hope you enjoyed it. 

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[maxattack-lis]

For the record I’m bisexual!!!! But I adore lesbians :0

[tmoneymoneyy]

#LizardIsland#LakePowell#Reptilian#MaxAttacks

[choicesfandomappreciation]

Here’s to @maxattack-powell who got me to join tumblr. If it wasn’t for her series The Freshman, I probably would’ve continued to lurk and never actually participated in the fandom. Here’s to you and our mutual love for Chris Powell

@maxattack-powell 

[mfackenthal]

Happy Birthday @Maxattack-Powell

Hello everyone,

I learned this morning that today is a very special day.  Today is the day that @maxattack-powell was born.

Now, if you already know @maxattack-powell, then you know everything I am about to say and I encourage you to reach out to this amazing woman and help me celebrate her birthday.

For those of you who don’t know @maxattack-powell, please let me introduce you - and I encourage you to reach out and help her celebrate her special day ;)

@maxattack-powell is one of the most welcoming people in the fandom.  She loves to promote the artistry and work of others. 

@maxattack-powell is also super talented herself!  Obviously, she came into the Fandom when Chris was a hot hot hot item. She’s still working on an entire rewrite of The Freshman story.  She has created two hot best friends for Chris and I have fallen in love with both of them. She also does fantastic edits - you’ve probably liked one already, even if you don’t know it.

@maxattack-powell is FUNNY!  If you’re feeling down - she will find some way to make you smile. 

@maxattack-powell is loyal!  She has had my back and I have hers.  She is a sounding board and I know what I tell her will not get out or held against me later.

If I could - I would write you a Chris story.  Actually ... let’s see if I can do it ... if this sucks, well Max knows that I’m an exhausted mess of a sick girl - so please forgive me ...

Chris hangs his head in shame as MC (Max) just glares at him. “What in the H was that, Chris?!  How could you say something so stupid?” 

“Ayuh ... uh ...” Chris stammers.  Shit!  How do I keep messing things up with Max? I just wanted to get out of there quickly so I can get to Max’s birthday surprise.  I can’t even believe the first thing I thought and that I said was that gamers aren’t sports fans.  How am I going to get her to the apartment for her surprise now?!   

“Oh, you’re not going to get out of this with a cute ‘Ayuh!’ Look at me and explain what was going on in there!” Max demands.

Chris looks straight into her eyes as requested.  “Honestly, Max, I was trying to look cool in front of both you and the coach and it just came out.  It was stupid of me to say.  It was stereotypical bs and I think of myself as above that.  There’s no defense.  I’m a dolt.”  He steps forward and reaches a hand out to touch Max’s face.

Max backs into the wall behind her, those piercing eyes of Chris’s staring into her soul.  Oh crap, he just laid the truth right at my feet.  I’m still pissed, but ... “Okay, Chris.  I give you credit for your honesty, but you haven’t earned my full forgiveness yet.  I challenge you to a game of MarioCart.  If I win, I get full control of the TV remote for a month.  If you win, I never mention the comment again.” 

Chris drops his hand, but a small smirk appears on his face.  “Deal,” he says as he and Max shake on it. 

Chris coyly keeps hold of Max’s hand as they walk back to their place and Max lets him. 

Max is talking a big game about what TV she is going to watch with Chris when she wins as Chris opens the door.

“SURPRISE!!!!”  Everyone yells!

Max looks at Chris, “I specifically asked you not to make a big deal of my birthday!”

“Ayuh ... well, you should have seen my other ideas, beautiful.  This is tame in comparison,” Chris says with a wink.  

“Oh shit, you should have heard some of what he wanted to do - I’m talking sky writing, sky diving, abduction, insanity!” Zack pipes in.

“Kiss her already!” Max’s best friend Megs yells!

Chris looks over and Max with a question of “can I” in his yes.  She nods yes, before he leans in for a kiss.

Oww oww!!!

So there’s my story for you @maxattack-powell!  Chris loves his MC!  Plus you know I had to write myself in somehow.  And you know who I’m really there with (ETHAN!!!  Seriously, I love me some fictional men named Ethan.)

Thank you, @maxattack-powell, for being born and for being awesome!

Please help me wish @maxattack-powell the bestest of all birthdays!  She deserves it!!!

PS.  If you want another way to know @maxattack-powell, check out my The MFackenthal Show where she is the guest star.

[maxattack-lis]

I miss the west coast<3

happy birthday, max caulfield <3

[kingliam2019]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

[ham1lton]

AFTER LAST NIGHT (I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU).

episode two of ham1lton’s kinktober fest.

— pairings: george russell x reader.

— summary: your vampire roommate is perfect in every way. he's clean, respectful, pays his portion of rent on time, and.... has a crush on you?

— cw: bath sex/handjob, mention of licking tears, biting!!! this is a vamp sex fic. this is acc very tame lmao.

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AITA for thinking my vampire roommate has a crush on me because he’s acting weird?

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so this sounds ridiculous, which is why i posted this on my throwaway acc, but please bear with me. i (23F) have a roommate (26M) who’s… well, a vampire. yes, a literal vampire. before you ask, it’s really not as dramatic as it sounds. he’s actually perfect in pretty much every way—he’s super clean, respectful, quiet, never has people over, pays his rent on time, and never leaves a mess. honestly, having a vampire as a roommate has been way easier than i thought it would be.

but lately, he’s been acting kinda… weird. at first, i thought maybe it was just vampire stuff? like maybe he’s going through some undead mood swings or whatever. but now, i’m starting to think it’s something else. he’s started being extra nice to me, like… too nice. offering to do things for me, complimenting me more than usual, staring at me for just a little longer than what’s socially acceptable.

he also gets super awkward whenever i bring up my dating life. like, i casually mentioned going on a date, and he kinda froze up and changed the subject immediately. it’s really unlike him. i feel like he’s avoiding me sometimes, too. he’ll leave the room quickly if i get too close, and he’s gotten all stiff when we’re watching a movie together like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

i don’t know—am i being paranoid, or does it sound like he might have a crush on me? i feel like this whole ‘vampire crush on a human’ thing is just… cliché (like okayyyy tvd), but he’s been so different lately. i want to bring it up, but i also really don’t want to make things awkward if i’m wrong. he’s been a great roommate, and i don’t want to mess that up.

AITA for thinking my vampire roommate might have feelings for me?

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randolando: dude don’t worry about it. vampires get weird about crushes. i used to know this hot vamp chick and i totally knew she had a crush on me when she brought me back to her cave and tried to stop my heart. weird but romantic. knowing him, he’s just trying to figure out a way to ask you out without making it awkward. we know how crushes are a pain in the neck. you get it? 🤣

chachaslide: this is sweet. i love seeing true love. i hope you like him back but no pressure. it sounds like he really likes you and isn’t sure how to handle it. if you like him too just be gentle and maybe talk to him about the situation? he could just be scared to ruin what you both have. if you don’t like him, that’s fine! just reassure him that you’re cool being roommates. communication is key!! hope it goes well.

maxattack: KILL HIM NOW. i don't care how 'nice' or ‘perfect' he seemingly is. he’s a vampire, and you're a walking snack. don’t let the politeness fool you. the second you let your guard down, you're done. get out now, stake through the heart, burn the body, and never look back. you don't want to be his next midnight snack. i know from experience.

alexxxxx123: omg. i think i know who you’re talking about. tall, pale, british and his name begins with g? if it’s him, it’s totally harmless.

— user728338: pm me.

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after a long day at work, you step into the london flat quietly, the soft click of the door barely making a sound. as you take off your shoes, you hear george’s voice coming from the living room. it’s low, but unmistakable—calm, precise, and, of course, very posh. curiosity gets the better of you, and you hover just outside the door, listening.

“yes, alex, i know. it’s rather… frustrating, to say the least,” george says, his tone clipped but controlled. “i mean, she’s right here, every day, and yet i can’t seem to gather the courage to—well, you know… express myself.”

there’s a pause, and you feel your heart skip a beat. he’s talking about you. you press yourself closer to the wall, careful not to make a sound, your pulse racing as you listen in.

“oh, of course, i’ve thought about it,” george continues, his voice lowering slightly, almost conspiratorial. “but what if she doesn’t feel the same? what if i ruin everything? she’s… well, she’s stunning, isn’t she? and don’t get me started on how she looks when she—”

he stops himself, clears his throat, and you hear him shift uncomfortably. oh. you feel your cheeks heat up, realising just how close you’ve come to hearing something you probably shouldn’t.

“no, no, it’s nothing improper,” george quickly adds, as if reassuring alex on the other end of the line—and maybe himself too. “you know i’m not that sort of man. it’s just that… i find myself distracted. the way she smiles, the way she moves about the flat, even the smallest things. it’s maddening. i can’t keep my thoughts straight, let alone have a proper conversation with her. it’s utterly ridiculous.”

you bite your lip, your mind racing. george, the prim and proper vampire, with his immaculate manners and his pristine way of speaking… has a crush on you? it almost seems too surreal and you come to the sudden realisation that you were right.

“yes, well,” george continues, a hint of exasperation in his voice, “i don’t think it’s quite appropriate to be so forward with her. she’s human, alex. it’s not as simple as just… declaring one’s affections and hoping for the best. besides, there’s… certain temptations that come with my, shall we say, condition.”

another pause, and you can almost hear the shock in george’s voice as he says, “no, not that sort of temptation. for heaven’s sake, alex, you’re incorrigible.”

you stifle a giggle, feeling a strange mixture of amusement and flattery. george’s usually calm, composed demeanour was cracking, all because of you. and yet, even as he’s talking about his attraction, he’s still so… proper.

“it’s just… difficult, alex,” george continues, his voice softening, as if he’s letting his guard down. “i’ve never been one to get flustered, you know that. but with her, it’s different. every time i try to be casual, i end up stumbling over my words like a schoolboy. i haven’t been one of those since my eton days in 1678.”

he sighs, and you hear the creak of the chair as he shifts. “i’ve considered telling her, of course, but what if she doesn’t feel the same? or worse, what if i… lose control? it’s not like i can just—”

just then, george turns his head, catching sight of you in the reflection of the mirror by the door. his eyes widen, and he freezes, his face going pale as a statue. which means, he’s even paler than usual.

“alex, i have to go,” he says quickly, cutting the call without another word.

you stand there, awkwardly rooted to the spot, trying to process what just happened. george stares at you for a long, agonising second, his usually calm, collected features twisted in a mix of embarrassment and something close to panic. he opens his mouth to say something, then promptly closes it again. without another word, he vanishes from the room, moving so fast that you barely catch the sound of the door shutting behind him.

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the flat feels strangely empty after that. days pass, and george doesn’t return. there’s no note, no message, nothing to explain his absence, and a strange loneliness settles over the place. as much as you tried to shake off the awkwardness of overhearing him, you couldn’t stop thinking about his voice, his words, and how he’d sounded so flustered and so human in that moment.

then, one evening, after a long day, you decide to run yourself a bath. the water is warm, the bubbles thick, and you sink into it, trying to relax, but your thoughts keep drifting back to george. you wonder where he is, if he’s okay, and if he’ll ever come back. mostly because out of genuine care but also, you could never pay the rent alone. it’s london.

just as you’re about to close your eyes, there’s a soft knock on the bathroom door. you sit up, startled.

“it’s me,” george’s voice comes through the door, quiet, hesitant. “i… well, i need to apologise.”

you blink, glancing down at yourself submerged in the bath, and then at the door. “george?” you call out, feeling a mix of surprise and curiosity. “where have you been?”

there’s a pause before he responds, his voice tight with embarrassment. “away. i… needed some time to gather my thoughts. but i can’t stay away any longer. i behaved incredibly poorly, and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean for you to overhear that conversation.”

“you’ve been avoiding me for days,” you say softly, the warmth of the bath soothing but not enough to ease the tension in the air. “it’s fine, george. really.”

“no,” he insists, his voice a little firmer now. “it’s not fine. i’ve been disrespectful, and that’s not who i am. it’s not reflective of how i want to act. i should have… handled it better.” there’s a long pause, and you can hear the discomfort in his tone when he adds, “i’ll… wait outside until you’re decent. i’d never want to intrude on your privacy.”

you bite back a smile. even now, he’s still so proper, refusing to even acknowledge that you’re in the bath.

“george, it’s okay,” you say, a little amused. “you can come in. just… don’t look.”

there’s another pause, and you hear him take a deep breath. then, slowly, the door creaks open, and george steps in, his eyes firmly fixed on the floor. he looks so shy, and he looks entirely out of place standing in the middle of your ensuite bathroom, but he keeps his gaze respectfully averted.

“i… i didn’t mean for things to get so awkward,” he begins, his voice tight with formality. “i’ve made things uncomfortable for you, and for that, i’m deeply sorry.”

you can’t help but smile at his rigid posture, the way he stands there, still too embarrassed to even glance in your direction. “george, you didn’t do anything wrong. i… actually thought it was kind of… sweet. the way you talked about me.”

his head jerks slightly, and he clears his throat, clearly flustered. “yes, well… it wasn’t my finest moment, but… i meant every word.”

you feel your heart flutter at his admission, and despite the strange situation, you can’t help but find his gentlemanly awkwardness endearing.

“thank you for apologising,” you say softly. “and for being so… proper. i appreciate it.”

he finally glances up, just for a second, his eyes still carefully avoiding looking at you directly. “i may be many things,” he says quietly, “but a gentleman is one i’ll never fail to be. i… hope we can put this behind us.”

with a soft smile, you turn your head to the side, studying george’s posture, his stiff formality, his refusal to look at you even now. “but what if i don’t want to?” you ask, your voice quiet, teasing, but with an edge of something more—something curious.

his entire body tenses at your words, as if they’ve struck him harder than he expected. he clears his throat, his gaze still fixed on the floor, though you notice his hands twitch slightly at his sides. “i… i beg your pardon?” he stammers, the usual composure in his voice faltering.

you sit up a little in the bath, the water shifting around you as you keep your eyes on him. “what if i don’t want to put it behind us?” you repeat, more gently this time, testing the waters just as he had with his confession. “what if… i’ve been thinking about it too?”

george is silent for a long moment, his breath hitching just slightly as your words sink in. finally, he raises his head, his eyes locking onto yours, though he keeps them carefully above your shoulders. there’s a flicker of something—hope, maybe, or disbelief—dancing in his eyes. he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he struggles to find the right words.

“you… you’ve thought about it?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

you nod, watching his reaction closely. “george, you’ve been nothing but a gentleman, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice… the way you look at me. the way you talk about me.” you pause, biting your lip slightly, the playful edge in your voice softening. “and… maybe I like it.”

“i… i never intended to make you uncomfortable,” he murmurs, his voice laced with sincerity. “but if… if you’ve truly thought about this, then… i can’t deny that i have, too. for longer than i care to admit.”

he glances away, his jaw tightening as though he’s fighting some internal battle, trying to balance his feelings with his unshakable need to maintain decorum. “but you must understand,” he continues, his voice tight, “this isn’t… simple. my nature complicates things. i’ve fought to keep these feelings in check because… i don’t want to put you at risk.”

you tilt your head, your eyes softening as you look at him, seeing the tension in his posture, the restraint he holds so tightly. “george, you’ve never made me feel anything but safe,” you murmur, your voice gentle. “even now.”

he stands by the door, rigid, torn between his desire and his code of conduct. his fingers flex at his sides as though he’s holding onto some invisible line that’s slowly fraying. “but what if… what if i can’t always control myself?” he whispers, as if he’s speaking more to himself than to you. “what if i fail?”

you meet his gaze steadily. “george, you have control. we’ve been living together a long time. if you didn’t, this would’ve gone differently a long time ago.”

he blinks, clearly taken aback by your confidence in him. you shift slightly in the bath, the warm water rippling around you as you lean forward. “come here,” you say, your tone soft but firm.

“i can’t,” he breathes, shaking his head slightly, his eyes flickering with hesitation. “you don’t know what you’re asking.”

“maybe i do,” you reply, your voice unwavering. “you said you’ve thought about this—about us. so have i. and the only thing standing between us right now is your fear that you’ll hurt me. but george… you won’t.”

he clenches his jaw, his eyes filled with conflict. you can see the way he’s holding himself back, the way he’s torn between what he wants and what he thinks is right. “you don’t understand the… the temptation,” he says, his voice strained. “being close to you… it’s not just about control.”

“i trust you,” you say firmly, holding his gaze. “and i’m asking you to trust yourself.”

he takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he battles with himself. finally, after what feels like an eternity, he takes a tentative step forward. then another. he’s still hesitant, but you can see the way his resolve is crumbling under the weight of his desire.

“come here,” you say again, more softly this time, reaching out a hand toward him. “george, i want you here. with me.”

he stops at the edge of the bath, his eyes dark and intense as they meet yours. “this… this isn’t appropriate,” he says, but his voice has lost its usual firmness. there’s a vulnerability there now, an uncertainty that you’ve never seen in him before.

“good news that appropriate isn’t what i’m asking for,” you say with a small smile, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm. “i’m asking for you.”

he swallows hard, his eyes flickering down to the water and back up to you, and for a moment, you think he might walk away again, retreat into that shell of formality he hides behind. but then, slowly, cautiously, he bends down, kneeling by the side of the bath. his hand hovers over yours for a moment, as if he’s still deciding whether or not to let himself go.

“just trust me,” you whisper, your eyes locking onto his, silently urging him to take that final step.

his fingers curl around yours, cool to the touch, and you feel the tension in his grip, the restraint he’s still holding onto. “you’re sure?” he murmurs, his voice low and almost reverent.

“i’ve never been more sure,” you reply, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. his skin cold under yours. “now, get in.”

he hesitates for only a moment longer before, with a deep breath, he slips off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, still moving carefully, like he’s afraid of crossing a line he can’t uncross. lastly, he pulls his trousers down before he steps into the bath, the water lapping at his underwear, soaking them through, but he doesn’t seem to care. his gaze is fixed on you the entire time, intense and unwavering.

he sits down slowly, the warmth of the bath contrasting with his cool skin, his legs brushing against yours under the water. “i don’t want to… overstep,” he says softly, his voice low and serious, though his hand remains firmly in yours.

“you won’t.” you smile, as you crawl over to him. “if anything, i might do.”

“you could never.” he murmurs, looking into your eyes. “anything you would like to do to me would be my pleasure.”

“anything?”

“anything.”

he exhales slowly, his gaze lingering on your face as if trying to memorise every detail. "i've spent so long keeping my distance," he says quietly, his voice thick with restraint. "telling myself that this... that you... were out of reach."

you shift closer, the water rippling between you as your knees brush against his. "i'm not out of reach, george," you whisper, your fingers trailing along his arm. "i'm right here."

you crawl over to him as you kiss him. he immediately melts under your touch, his cold skin going pliant under your fingertips. you go even further, opening your mouth with his tongue and swallowing the little gasp that comes out. he grips your forearms as you take up more space in his lap, his eyes shut as you greedily touch him everywhere you can.

you can feel him harden under your touch, as you reach down to wrap a hand around him. he bucks up into your touch as he kisses you harder. you tighten your hold as he fucks up into you, the water splashing around you both as he cradles your face with his hands.

for a moment, all you can hear is the motion of the water and his quiet groans against your mouth.

as he moans in your mouth again, you smile and swipe your thumb over his head. his stomach clenches, and his thighs tense as he releases. he looks up at you with apologetic teary eyes, the teardrops spilling over. he looks a mess. his sharp canines protruding from his mouth, pushing his lips into a pout. you kiss him. the role reversal hadn’t been lost on you. you had managed to reduce your ‘predator’ into tears over a handjob. take that user maxattack!

you then smile, not unkindly, and lick up the salty trail that his teardrops had mapped on his face. you kiss his cheek.

“you okay?” he nods in response to your question. you hesitate before asking a question. “do you mind if try something? i’ve always been curious about it.”

“of course.”

you lean forward and bite over his jugular. he seemingly doesn’t react. you bite down harder, when you look at him, he just looks back at you with his eyes wide. the pressure of your teeth didn’t seem to affect him, but hey, it was something to tick off your bucket list.

“having fun?” he smiles.

“a lot.” you grin. “i’d have even more if you let me have my way with you in an actual bed.”

you’ve never seen him move so quickly as he did when getting out of the bath.

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UPDATE: AITA for thinking my vampire roommate had a crush on me?

posted by user728338

hey everyone, i wasn’t expecting the original post to get so much attention, but after reading through all your comments (some of them were wild, lol), i figured i’d give you an update!

so… turns out, you guys were right. he did have a crush on me, and i wasn’t imagining things. i ended up overhearing him on the phone with his friend (as you all predicted), and he was basically confessing his feelings for me! it was awkward at first—he got super embarrassed and disappeared for a few days. i thought that was going to be the end of it, but then he came back to apologise, all prim and proper as usual, even though i was literally in the bath when he did it.

and well… one thing led to another. we had a very honest conversation about everything, about how we’ve both been feeling, and let’s just say it escalated from there.

yes, we hooked up. and it was… intense (vampires, am i right?). i won’t go into too much detail, but it was amazing and also kind of sweet? he is still his usual gentlemanly self, but he’s also loosened up a bit around me now, which is nice. the best part? we’re officially dating now!!

it’s still early days, but things have been going really well. he is is surprisingly thoughtful, and he’s made it clear that he takes this—us—very seriously. i’m honestly really happy with him, and the whole vampire thing? not as big of a deal as i thought it would be.

so yeah, it all worked out in the end! thanks for the advice, everyone. and to those who told me to get therapy or run because he was going to eat me—he definitely didn’t. ;)

tl;dr: my vampire roommate had a crush on me, we hooked up, and now we’re dating!

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maxattack: THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA. IT'S NOT TOO LATE. STAKE HIM. I REPEAT— STAKE. HIM. you say he didn't eat you this time, but that's how it starts. they lure you in with sweetness, get you comfortable, and then BAM, next thing you know, you're in a coffin six feet under. i’ve seen it happen. i’ll say it one more time — STAKE. THROUGH. THE. HEART. I'M WARNING YOU!!!!!

chachaslide: this is SO CUTE! i’m so glad you two talked it out and things worked out in the best way possible. it sounds like you’ve got a great thing going! i hope everything continues to be amazing between you two. just keep up that communication, and you’ll be fine! wishing you both all the best <3

randolando: knew it!!! i told you, vampires just get weird with crushes. i’m glad it worked out for you two! also, the fact that he didn’t try to stop your heart means you’re doing better than me with that vamp chick lmao. anyway, keep having fun, but maybe steer clear of any caves. congrats!

alexxxxx123: OMG IT IS HIM! i knew it! g is a total sweetheart, and honestly, you’ve snagged a good one. i’m really happy for you both. i had a feeling he liked you when you first mentioned the awkwardness. he’s just a bit shy when it comes to feelings. don’t worry, he’ll get a lot more comfortable as you go along! congrats again! <3

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