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[bardicbeetle]

COMIC SANS RETURNS!

what do we do when dealing with natural disaster trauma? we finish the goddamn keynote powerpoint for Vee's WIP!

Thank you as always and forever to @incandescent-creativity for spawning my favorite way to introduce a project

VTV Playlist <3

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- stevie

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[likeadragonpirateyakuzainhawaii]

10 Fandoms / 10 characters thing?

@elf-simp thank you for tagging me! I have no idea what I'm doing so I guess I'll just list ten characters from ten different things I like and tag some people LOL. I think that's what you did anyway

1) Goro Majima - Yakuza series (love this stupid fucking picture of him. He's at a funeral and looks like he wants to kill himself)

2) Sanji - One Piece

3) Tifa Lockhart - Final Fantasy 7

4) Mirko/Rumi Usagiyama - BNHA

5) Futaba Sakura - Persona 5

6) Apollo Justice - Ace Attorney

7) The Outsider - Dishonored

8) Itachi Uchiha - Naruto

9) Killua Zoldyck - Hunter x Hunter

10) Urbosa - The Legend of Zelda

Ummm.. um. @tangerinegrove @mizcollar @meatandboneasmr @cha0tician @khajiitclaws @dirt-str1der @bislutcowboy you to do ...

[ritualslaughter]

📓

the florist/tattooist au! is a quirkless shigadabi fic @xobitouya and I came up with where delinquent dabi gets a job at a florists as part of his community service/giving back to the community/blah blah blah and runs into tomura, the owner of the local tattoo shop, and the two end up getting close as dabi ends up going to tomura to essentially get like... his entire body covered in tattoos LMFAO

it comes with all the lovely pastoral quaintness one might expect of a florist/tattooist au except uh.... we added murder...?

or, well, manslaughter. cause baby tomura definitely killed his abusive father after his father killed the rest of his family as a kid and ran away to start a new life in a new town, but the beat cop who's been tirelessly working the shimura case despite it being marked as cold, masaki mizushima (aka, manual) has finally caught onto his trail and he shows up at tomura's shop and um.... well, dabi gets a visit in the middle of the night of some extra fertilizer for his flowers

and all is well and good in the world until manual's protégé, Iida tenya shows up in the last place he knew his mentor to be and starts snooping around

send me a “📓” and I’ll explain one of my unwritten fanfics!

[billy-ray]

17 questions & 17 people

Tagged by the ever amazing @edytheelizabethcullen

Nickname: Billy or Billy Ray Cyrus

Zodiac: Scorpio ♏️

Height: 5’7”

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Last thing I googled: There are worse things I could do lyrics

Song stuck in my head: Mil Horas - Los Abuelos De La Nada

Number of followers: 175 on this blog and 24 on my twilight blog @fluorescent-bulbs

Amount of sleep: probably about 7 or 8 hours but I’m still always tired

Lucky number: 2

Dream job: I want to be a politician and a high school teacher either before or after politics.

Wearing rn: I have a jazz concert to perform in later tonight so I’m wearing dress shoes, black jeans and dress shirt, and a multicolored jazz tie.

Fav Author: I don’t have a favorite author, but if I had to choose I would say Orson Scott Card because I love his Enders Game series.

Fav Instrument: I can play clarinet, ukulele, and multiple percussion instruments. But my favorite is probably a cowbell, it’s always super fun to play.

Aesthetic: I love a good light academia vibe, light colored sweaters, warm sweet coffee, cheerful sunbeams lighting up a library, and a cozy chair to read in. Or you can’t go wrong with liminal spaces. Empty offices, abandoned shells of factories, closed department stores, empty rooms.

Fav song: Only You - The Platters

Random: The future intimidates me. I applied to college only to decide I’m not ready at all and need a gap year because of how uncertain I am. Ps if you like twilight follow my twilight blog 🥺

(I don’t think I really know 17 people to tag)

@wlwarlock @meatandboneasmr @actually-persephone @loudyeehaw @allicekitty13 @rosaliecullenscrocs @killshrimpmocktail @flambo2134 @darklarryisoccurring

[kannra21]

There are only 2 types of people in this fandom

@meatandboneasmr @captain-seiren I'm sry guys but I scrolled through recent posts and it just so happens that you came one after another and I couldn't unforesee it. 😂

If you want me to delete this just tell me it's no prob.

[likeadragonpirateyakuzainhawaii]

@meatandboneasmr

Liz Mamont

[bardicbeetle]

vee the vampire snips - make it a mirror

“Please.”

The angel squeezes his eyes shut. If he just ignores the words—

“You offer me this and say I cannot be yours, if you would just let me in—”

Retreat. Somewhere into the depths of his own mind. His blood runs a trail from his throat to the floor. It aches. But the silence, the silence is worth whatever momentary discomfort he has to endure.

Or it would be worth it.

Were there any to be found.

The angel could end this.

Has always had the power to do so.

Any number of words could do it.

But there is guilt, and an unwillingness to give up what is familiar.

But where is the voice he is retreating from? Find something that makes sense for the last words he recalls hearing.

“You don’t want to be mine,” how often does he even speak anymore? When was the last time he strung more than a sentence or two together? Gave anything more than a destination, a reprimand, a goodbye. “you don’t want what that entails.”

These aren’t the right words.

“I do.”

Does he really?

Does he understand what he’s asking for?

Unlikely.

Could show him—fingers twitch—nails sharp—make it a mirror, make it the same. The ever present option to make him afraid again. To send him screaming. To order his mouth shut and have it be broken by the all consuming twist of flesh and bone.

The angel doesn’t want that.

Not really.

Decades of being side by side have shifted this creature in his eyes. The angel cares about him. Loves him maybe. But not the way he is wanted to. The creature is his, but that isn’t by his own doing. Hen chooses to be here, again and again. Chooses company that rarely speaks to him. Company that does not so much offer its throat as demand to be taken. Though thankfully some of the overt deference has been lost over the years, echoes remain. Direct requests are seldom denied. At least he looks the angel in the eyes now. At least he isn’t afraid to talk back.

Sometimes the angel welcomes his company, not that it changes his behavior much. He has long since stopped trying to be someone, anyone, anything resembling a person. There is a comfort in the disconnection, in cutting off so fully who was there before, and all the pain that person carried. He can’t always keep up the illusion. It is especially hard when Hen is so insistent on drawing lines between them that would humanize them both.

It is easier to pretend he is nothing when on a hunt.

When staring into flame.

And in the case of Hen’s presence—when his heart is drained to silence.

A pity silence can’t kill emotion.

The angel does still feel.

Little though he wants to.

~*~

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[ritualslaughter]

do you have any fic recommendations? anything that's your favourite?

absolutely I do!! here's a couple of my favourites in alphabetical order (under a cut cause I'm about to go wild):

attempts at earning love | T | 9.1k

pairing(s): shigaraki/dabi, bakugou/todoroki

Dabi: hey

Dabi: this is

Dabi: me

Dabi: touya

Dabi: fuck, don’t call me that

Dabi: or do, it’s fine

Dabi: maybe i’ll get used to it

Shouto: how did you get this number

Dabi: don’t worry about it

Dabi: you won’t like the answer

Shouto: well that’s reassuring

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A year after the war ends, Dabi and Shouto reconnect.

I will never stop raving about this fic - it's SO good, the characterization is beautiful, dabi plays the piano, I cried, it's just great

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Blindside | T | 98k

pairing(s): bakugou/kirishima

“You’re the first guy friend I’ve had that I can just like, be friends with. You’re either the most unthirstiest boy ever...” Camie shrugged and made another wobbly illusion appear between her hands. It looked like a sparkly rainbow with the word ‘friendship’ beneath it, accompanied by what Bakugou assumed was supposed to be a twinkling sound effect, but it had a tinny quality to it and sounded far away. “...or I just ain’t got the kinda straw you like to ssssip.”

Carefully, Bakugou considered the strange turn this conversation had taken.

He had never been asked, point blank, if he was gay before. And he honestly had never thought about how he would respond. Lying about himself didn’t sit right with him. But he’d always wanted to wait until he was the number one hero - when he stood above everyone else - before coming out. Though he’d had times when he’d thought about doing it before then and had almost gone through with it once. But being the number one hero came first. It wouldn’t matter what people would say about it then as long as he’d risen to the top.

Bakugou knew his lack of a response would give Camie all the answers she needed.

THIS !!!!!!! such a good slow burn, the action sequences are AWESOME, plus it features bakugou/camie friendship which is my ultimate kryptonite

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body of years (take it to your grave) | T | 3.7k

pairing(s): shigaraki/dabi

”Someone’s gotta make sure I stay on the straight and narrow, or whatever,” Tenko says, leaning down to detangle the laces of his sneakers. ”Since you aren’t doing the job.”

Touya scoffs from his seat at the table, soles of his feet balanced carefully against the edge of his chair. ”As if you were ever going to be on the straight and narrow.”

(or; the semi-ordinary lives of Dabi and Shigaraki, years after the end of the world).

I know I've raved about this fic before but it CONTINUES to blow me away - I reread it earlier this week and OOF. touya reads t. s. Eliot, tenko and izuku get lunch, once again I am crying

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Candy Canes And Christmas Crackers | T | 104k

pairing(s): bakugou/todoroki

“So….your huge family somehow all think that you have a long term boyfriend and are insisting that you bring him to your week long Christmas family reunion?” Despite his efforts the end of his question raised in pitch as Kirishma swallowed down a giggle.

“How does that even happen?” Kaminari added popping some of the hashbrowns Bakugou made into his mouth.

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OR your classic holiday romcom where Bakugou needs a fake boyfriend to bring home for Christmas and Todoroki is willing to take that bullet.

listen... I don't even like christmas fics but this one SERIOUSLY made me reconsider that opinion. it's got all the good fluffy family fun, fireworks, and fake dating you could ever want!

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Hate Is a Strong Word | E | 5.1k

pairing(s): shigaraki/dabi

Shigaraki hates Dabi. That's why he wants to fuck him. But if he fucks him too hard, Dabi will break. Maybe if he gets creative, he can break Dabi in a less literal way.

AKA, Shigadabi can't have rough sex because of Shigaraki's quirk and Dabi's scars, so they proceed to have the most gentle hate sex known to man. But maybe hate is too strong of a word...

😃😃😃

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history has its eyes on you | T | 16.6k

pairing(s): midoriya/todoroki, bakugou/kirishima, momo/jirou

Midoriya looked over the occupants of the room with butter soft eyes. “We should do this again. Seeing everyone in one place … it’s like we’re back in school again.”

Todoroki said, “It feels like a family reunion.”

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(Social media fic, counting down the five months to Class 1-A's ten year reunion.)

SOCIAL MEDIA FICS MY BELOVED 💖 also, I've been following aloneintherain's stuff for years and they never disappoint - their writing is just incredible omg

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Just Fucking Kill Me | E | 3.9k

pairing(s): shigaraki/dabi

“Gods I fucking h- hate you,” Tomura thrashes, entire body drawing taut like a bowstring as Dabi curls his fingers inside him. It’s good, it’s so good, and he’s not sure how he’s still breathing.

Dabi, on the other hand, looks as calm as can be, posture lazy and expression lazier. He’s not even looking at Tomura, eyes cast to the screen of the latest phone he’d ‘borrowed’ and scrolling through some pointless website. Tomura doesn’t give a fuck what he’s looking at, really, or if he’s talking to anyone, what he does care about is the fact that Dabi’s fingering him and not paying attention.

I have absolutely no excuse for this other than that it makes me Feel Things

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safe & sound | T | 5.8k

pairing(s): bakugou/kirishima

“I don’t need a friendly face,” Bakugou says, purposefully sitting in the seat furthest from Kirishima.

“Okay, maybe not,” Kirishima says. He smiles. “But I made tea.”

protective kirishima owns my heart and soul <3

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too much at stake but too late to change | T | 6k

pairing(s): bakugou/midoriya

After a sudden shift in weather turns a wilderness rescue test into a real emergency, Katsuki and Izuku take on a rainstorm, a mountain, and their own worse natures to make it out alive.

---

Katsuki let out another unsteady breath, but it was a laugh rather than a sob. “You’re a piece of shit.”

“A piece of shit that you carried down a mountain!” Izuku shot back cheerfully.

this is so short and yet I was sitting on the edge of my seat the whole time I was reading it omggg whump fic my beloved 💖

[bardicbeetle]

bite, or lack thereof - vee the vampire

“How come I never see you come back—” Cassidy cuts off, frowning like she’s trying to find the right words. “—fed." She nods toward the glass in his hand. "I’ve seen all sorts of people come out of the back room—they always look a little different than when they went in.” Another pause, frown vanishing in understanding “It’s because you’re their boss isn’t it—you think it’d be weird to bite your employees!”

The conviction she says it with startles a small laugh out of Vee. So much confidence for an incorrect answer. “No, Cassidy. That isn’t why—though I agree it would create a bit of an unfortunate dynamic if I were to bite my employees.” She’s caught him at a good moment, because he feels like giving her an actual answer for once. “While I’m aware the service I offer is a necessary one—I don’t like to partake. Be satisfied to know I have bad memories and leave it at that.”

“Wait—you don’t—you don’t bite people? Ever?”

Vee sighs. “Not in a very long time now, no.”

“Is that…hard?”

“Not anymore,” He tells her, “there were decades when it was, there are moments when it’s tempting, but it’s…” he trails off, searching for an apt comparison. “I imagine it’s alike to any minor addiction with which a person could become disgusted. Sometimes you remember fondly how it might have made you feel—most of the time you are aware it’s a bad choice no matter how you spin it.”

He’s made enough bad choices for several lifetimes. Had enough temptation for several more.

Cassidy hums, settling into the couch but still watching him more closely than he’d prefer. “Is it bad? What you’re letting people do?”

A slight smile, “What, making my kind pay for a meal—or hiring humans who happen to get off on it?” It has the desired effect, it makes Cassidy laugh, it lightens whatever questions are brewing in her head. He isn’t in that much of a giving mood.

“Gross. No—like is it dangerous for the ones doing it.”

“On occasion, there’s a reason I pay them so well.” How much value do you put on a person’s life? How much value do they put on their own? Damask isn’t cheap for those coming through the back—and likewise, those putting their lives on the line don’t walk away empty handed. “I do my best to keep casualties minimal. Mistakes happen.”

“And not mistakes.” It’s a mumble, barely audible.

Still thinking about Lauren then. Understandable.

Vee really shouldn’t have let her see that.

He won’t make the same mistake again.

“Both are dealt with in kind.” he reminds her, watching the slow repeated nod of her head. Quiet acceptance. Something like grief. What do you feel for people you don’t know? How do you sort through emotions for someone you only ever saw as a corpse?

“What’s it like?” Hesitant, soft, like when she’d asked if he was going to kill her.

“Specifics, Cassidy.”

“Getting bit, having your blood drunk, what’s it like?” She asks, “Unless you don’t remember—just ignore me if you don’t—”

“—I remember.” Vee cuts over her.

Pain and not. The rhythmic pulling of your own life leaving you. Sometimes pleasure and sometimes pressure and sometimes blinding for how it stung and later ached. The only thing grounding him for years and years and years. The moments he didn’t need to think, just bleed for other people. Not always bitten, Rin never did get used to the feeling of their teeth breaking skin—he never blamed them for going back to the blade. Scars built up only from constant use, the four points of contact in his shoulder Henry always went back to, the inner side of his forearms covered over and back over, bitten, torn, cut. Still.

The only thing that held him together back then.

Putting things out of his control.

He doesn’t say any of it.

Not tonight.

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@dyrewrites

[bardicbeetle]

Henry: surely leaving this person I made into a vampire with the person I've been avoiding for a decade and a half will have no consequences for me.

“Can he stay with you?”

“Excuse me?” Angelface quirks an eyebrow, “Tired of him already?”

“No I—he’s new and volatile and I can’t—”

“—control him? Keep him in check?” The smile on his face is infuriating. He’d known this was coming. He was just waiting, watching Henry flounder and skirt around the problem until it couldn’t be avoided.

“Angel—”

“—so what, you want me to keep him until he can stand to breathe in a ten mile radius of humanity? You remember what kind of business I’m running here, don’t you Hen?”

“I remember, thank you. You’d be more than capable of keeping a dozen of him in check—”

Angelface laughs, a short sharp little sound. “Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to keep someone under compulsion that long?”

“I’m sure you can handle it.”

“Did you ask Adrian about this?”

“No.”

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[bardicbeetle]

WIP INTRO - Safe in the Dark

Oh hi, been a minute, I have finally gotten around to this:

(Image Credit - Ezra Chevalier - carrd - ko-fi)

Summary:

I will try to be concise, which is difficult with a project that has been ongoing for nearly half my life.

Alex Blackwood's first night in the supposedly safe, incredibly small state of Vermont starts with frigid wind and gunshots, and ends–somewhat confusingly–with bad coffee and a warm place to sleep.  Abruptly they find themself slowing down, staying in place when all they've done the last eight years is try to outrun nightmares and parents who aren't even looking for them.  The group that takes them in has its quirks, the nighttime schedule, the lack of any substantial food in the house, answering questions Alex has before words ever come out of their mouth.

When they discover their new housemates are a little closer to dead than alive–and that they're well on their way to becoming the same–their choices narrow to death in every direction.

Between an eternity of murder and a human lifetime of fear–was there really any other option but to stay?

Stats:

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Contemporary Horror (Vampires, it’s always vampires)

POV: 3rd person, Multiple POV character, usually contained to their own chapters with occasional deviation.

Word count/goal: 40k/95k

Draft: hopefully final draft, (Oh, you want a number? Eh, somewhere around 33? I’ve been writing this since 2011. I do not have the energy to count anymore.) It is the first installment of what I am now aware is probably at least a duology if not a trilogy

content warnings: vampire typical violence / mental health issues / mind control / hallucinations / body horror / familial + child abuse / murder / graphic depictions of violence / suicidal ideation / themes of depression, loss, and lack of control.

Character introduction posts to come &lt;3

Feel free to browse the snippets that have already been posted using the Safe in the Dark/sitd tag.

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With this post also comes the proper launch of my patreon! Which has been up but I did not want to promote it until I actually had an intro posted, and life has been really a lot this year. My patreon is non-hierarchical, meaning all the tiers grant the same rewards. I may eventually start running my fun mail through it again, but that is a project for a later time.

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[bardicbeetle]

unheard, unsaved - vee the vampire

“Again.”

“Please—I told you the same thing the first half dozen times—I’m telling the truth—fuck!”

Something acidic and cold is forced down his throat by whoever wrenched his head back by the hair. He almost chokes on it, knowing well enough by now not to spit whatever it is out. It settles in his stomach like he’s swallowed a fistful of snow, melting outwards in a way that makes the muscles in his back twitch involuntarily. Frozen from the inside out.

“Your name.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Your goddamn name!”

“I don’t know!” Vee screams back, so loud it shreds the back of his palette raw. “My superior’s name was Galen Aloria. Lys Aloria and Adrienne Kimbal came to rescue me. I think the creature called itself Meara—I—”

“Again, Rin.”

“I’ve told you everything I remember—I—”

Again and again and again, the cold seeps through his veins like he’s been submerged in the bay in midwinter. Every breath is sharp and shaking, his fingers almost feel like they could snap at the slightest movement. No one is listening to him. No matter how many times he repeats himself.

“What happened to Lys Aloria?”

“He was killed by a monster.” Not a lie. Not even on technicality. Lys was killed by a monster.

He’s a fucking monster.

“And his father? And Adrienne? Were they killed by the same monster?” There is a touch of derision to the words. Vee has decided he hates this man. Would hate him even if he were listening.

“Adrienne tried to run, I don’t know what happened to her.” He says, head hanging limp now. Chin to chest. Wanting to slump forward but strapped to the chair too tight to even shift. “Galen had his head ripped off.”

Vee doesn’t recognize the man interrogating him.

He recognizes Rin only by name. He never brought anything back alive, so they never had any reason to interact.

They should all be on the same side. They are all bound to the same goal. Or they were. He still is. He swears he still is. Not that anyone who could still walk in daylight would believe him, forced truth or otherwise. But he is going to walk back into that god forsaken mansion someday and he is going to gut the thing inside it.

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@meatandboneasmr

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[bardicbeetle]

sitd mini snips - first sleep

“Glad everything has been established,” Daniel says, settling more comfortably. “Can I please go back to sleep now?” When Jesse does not answer, he adds: “D’you want to stay? You can stay so long as you shut up.”

That does absolutely nothing to help Jesse regain the use of speech.

It doesn’t matter though, Daniel’s face breaks into a little half smile and he pulls Jesse the rest of the way down with him. And Jesse lets him. Ends up laid next to him in bed, Daniel feels cool to the touch, a few degrees off from what could be realistically classified as normal. Just cold enough to be noticed.

And he hasn’t got a heartbeat.

Which is less alarming than Jesse thinks it should be.

A lot less.

Still.

He lays there, in the blacked out room, and the man beside him falls back asleep—really fast, all things considered. And surprisingly at ease?

He looks softer in sleep.

Like a weight is lifted.

Somewhere, in staring at him.

Jesse drifts off as well.

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[bardicbeetle]

It’s much worse being on the bike when he’s properly awake. Properly sober. Properly watching scenery fly by in a terrifying blur while he tries not to think about how nice it is having no choice but to be practically glued against Daniel. Has to be in order to keep them stable on the bike. To move at the same time while going far too goddamn fast.

He wonders if this is just how motorbikes feel or if Daniel is confident enough in his own immortality to be reckless about it. Jesse wouldn’t know. He’s only ever been in this position with someone who can’t die. And who—realistically he thinks—must not care if Jesse dies either.

They get as far as Monterey, Daniel leaves the main roads for dirt until they hit a cliff overlooking the bay. Maybe he is planning to kill Jesse tonight. Throw his lifeless body to the sea when it’s done and then go back to that little apartment and never think about him again.

It wouldn’t be surprising.

“I like the green,” Daniel says as he takes the helmet back from Jesse, who is dragging fingers through the hair he had dyed a handful of days prior. “It suits you better than the black did.”

Jesse curses the way his stomach flips at those words. Wonders how much better Daniel’s eyes are than his, if he can see where warmth is staining his face. “Thanks,” Barely audible, “where the hell did you drag me to?” it elicits a laugh that has him going redder, he can feel it.

Shit, he would give a lot of things to keep making Daniel laugh like that.

“Don’t worry, if I’d planned to kill you I’d have done it back home.”

“I don’t think that’s entirely comforting.”

“Good,” Daniel says, “it shouldn’t be.”

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[bardicbeetle]

sitd snips - priority of fear

“So…No coffin?”

Why did he say that?

Why on Earth did he say that?

Daniel looks as though he is wondering the same thing, mouth open to respond though all that comes out is an exasperated laugh. “I’m sorry, am I not living up to your Dracula fantasies well enough?”

“I—no—first of all, that isn’t—” Jesse is tripping over himself in a way he isn’t familiar with, “—you complained in your note about how fucking bright your apartment is—wouldn’t a coffin sort of, fix the whole need for blackout curtains?”

“Check back when I wake up early and burn the living shit out of myself, see if your suggestion still makes sense.” Daniel rolls his eyes, slipping a helmet from where it hangs off the handlebars of a motorcycle. Because of course there is a motorcycle.

Jesse’s stomach drops a couple feet.

Not quite to the ground but enough, enough that he stops.

“You’re bringing me back on…that?”

The quirk of an eyebrow, amusement in the smile that statement earns him. “I didn’t let you fall while you were unconscious did I? Don’t tell me this is the thing that scares you, Jess.”

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