#please tell me if not i wanna be better about that.

[noheadcanons-juststories]

Vampire!141 x fledgling!reader, who was found abandoned and starved. meeting 141

“Who called you?” you demand to know.

“Amos,” the man with the chops answers.

Boss called them?

“Are you from the Night Council?” you dread.

“Not at all. Amos is an old friend of ours, back from service,” he explains. His voice was soft yet weathered, like an easy thunderstorm on the countryside. “He informed us that one of his employees was possibly attacked. Asked us to come help.”

So these men were not from the Night Council as you feared. But you were still weary to open the door.

“I didn't ask for help,” you retort with a raggedy cough. “Whoever you are, just… just tell him that I won't be coming in anymore.”

“Listen, lass,” a new man spoke up, very much Scottish with a very nice mohawk, “Amos called us in fer a favor. But once he explained the situation, we let him keep it. He's worried, and ye need someone to take care o’ ye. So we're here to help you.”

“Please…” you beg. “I don't wanna be treated like some charity case. So unless you're gonna kill me, just leave me alone.” You were tired, in pain. You could barely stand anymore.

The tall man in the skull-plated mask approaches your window, looking you dead in the eyes. “You really wanna die, fledgling?” a rougher voice asks. “‘Cause I can arrange that.”

“Simon,” Chops quietly reprimands.

“No, Cap, we need to get this outta the way,” ‘Simon’ persists. “‘Cause m'not gonna come all the way here for a fledgie too weak to live.”

“Bit harsh, dontcha’ think, Lt.?” Scot frowns.

Simon ignores him. “The reason we're here is because our friend is worried about his employee,” he tells you. “He fuckin’ cares about you. Now, we can be civil, and you let us in. Or we can cut to the end, and I put you out of your misery, quick and painless. So what's it gonna be?”

As he speaks, you slowly slide down to the floor. Pulling your blankets tighter around you. Truthfully, neither option sounds appealing. You don't know these men. Childhood lessons on stranger danger and accepting help from strange men never prepared you for the undead. But on the other hand, did you really want to go out a pathetic, dehydrated corpse? There's only two outcomes with two different paths leading to either. Die or find a clan. The Night Council does not guarantee anything except your immediate end. Meanwhile, Amos got a clan on speed dial for you.

John sits down by your window. “Listen, love…” he speaks softly. “We're here because Amos refused to call the Night Council on ya. And I don't blame him. They're diligent, but they're still pretty ruthless. Especially towards those abandoned. He called us because he knew we were the better choice.”

 You lean against the wall. “You could've refused…” you whisper.

“Could’ve,” John shrugs. “But didn't want to.”

“Why not?”

There were a few reasons…

“‘Cause I’d hate for a fledgling to die without bein’ given a chance,” he responds.

…One of them being that he was once in the same boat as you when he was first turned, albeit through uglier circumstances…

“Regardless of how you got here, you need someone to show you the ropes.”

…He was looking to sire another vampire after Kyle, despite his own reservations about immortality. Amos just happened to call while he was brewing in his thoughts, surprised that the old faun still had his number…

“And it'd be a shame to lose a sweet soul like you.”

…And Amos had only good things to say about you, practically gushing as if you were his own kid. Kind yet firm with a bit of confidence, you were.

You let out a sigh, frowning as you reconsider your options. Your expression worsens when you remember that you only have two. “What's your name?” you ask the vampire.

“John Price.”

“What do you do, Mr. Price?”

“I hunt vampires.”

You giggle after letting the thought simmer for a bit. “You hunt vamps?”

“Only the bad ones,” he smiles.

“Do I… I don't fit that criteria, do I?” you question.

John shakes his head. “No. Not at all.”

“...Mr. Price?”

“Yeah, love?”

“I'm scared,” you admit.

“I know,” is all he says. “That's why we're here.”

Kyle joins John's side beneath your window. Then Johnny, who doesn't want to be left out, and lastly, Simon, who doesn't want to be left behind at all. The men sit underneath the glow of the Half Moon. Small chirps in the grass and distant hooting in the trees bring a peaceful ambiance to the evening. Coupled with the bipolar winds of Spring gently weaving through the grassy fields.

“Whaddya wanna do, lass?” Johnny asks you.

“I don't know,” you say, trying not to cry for the umpteenth time.

“Well then,” Simon speaks up again, “whaddya not wanna do?”

“...Not hurt anyone… and not die.

John nods once. “Alright… that's a good place to start… Think you can unlock the door for us?”

It's silent for a bit, but you don't go to the door. Instead, you unlock the window and crack it open just a tad. The four men look back to see you stick your hand out, pale and spindly, which Kyle takes into both of his.

“We're right here for you, fledgie,” he comforts you, gently squeezing. “And we're not leaving you behind.”

And for that moment, you believe him.

Role Call!: @boy-pussyyy

[m1rotics]

Hii love since you asked for hard thoughts,

What is your opinion on San dubcon- or what is it like to try CNC with him??? Everyone writes him so sweet while in reality I think he can be absolutely dark lover

san doesn't seem like the type to naturally float to such extreme measures as dubcon– it happens purely on accident, really. it's not marked on his calendar, or planned in any sense of the word. he just… needs you. he aches with it, because san is nothing but a passionate lover, and he gets antsy if he's not touching you for too long.

especially, if he's been forcibly deprived. his schedule filled to the brim with only slivers of being able to touch you, kiss you, love you in between. he's worse if you're busy too. whines when he sees you slip out of bed to get ready when he's only been able to hold you close for a few hours. follows you to the bathroom in the middle of the night. glues himself to your side. no room for more space to settle between the two of you. greeting you when you come home, kissing your neck, his hands on the swell of your ass. only to get brushed off because you're too tired.

he gets it, he does. so he lets it happen the first couple of times because he understands. he knows you're tired. he can see the bone-deep exhaustion. your sunken eyes and heavy lids. but he can only hold back so long. he's just a man. a man with needs and wants so bad that it kills him. so when he's all worked nerves, he realizes that he can't handle it by himself.

he pounces on you when you get home, slobbering on your neck. breath heavy, close to panting already. a dog without his leash.

“welcome home, baby” he says, reedy. stretched thin and muffled by the skin of your neck.

you sigh, relaxing into his arms, “hi, sannie.”

his hands slide down from the small of your back, coming to rest on your ass. you try to pull away, but san whines. deep from the throat. it sounds so pitiful.

“baby, please,” he huffs, and you frown.

“sannie, i'm so tired.” you plead, but it falls on deaf, more-like unwilling, ears. it's like your words dissipate in the wind because san places wet kisses on your neck, desperate and sloppy. careless.

“please, I'll fuck you so well, make you feel so good,” he murmurs, dazed. you paw at his chest attempting to push him away, but he doesn't budge, pushes his knee between your legs, pressing your cunt against his thigh, and you gasp. barely audible, but san catches it. “there you go, c’mon get yourself off on my thigh.”

“san, let me go,” you mutter, huffing, but san doesn't pay you any mind, using his hands to manually grind you against his thigh.

“won't make you work for anything, I'll do it. just please, let me fuck you. i need it.” he whimpers. more dog than man, and you can't help the squeeze of your heart. the guilt bubbling up at how neglected he's been. he does make you cum like that, flexing his thigh until you're shaking and dizzy. literally coos at you when he pulls away, “see, could make you feel so much better if you let me. that's all i wanna do.”

and you're still so very tired, but that's okay because you don't have to tell him what you need because he knows. if you can't take the lead, san can. he carries you to bed when you go limp in his arms, laying you down so gently. peppers kisses to your skin as he tugs your pants and shirt off, kneads your waist, hips, your thighs. anything he could reach. lets out the softest sigh of contentment when he's able to mouth anywhere he wants.

he gets a bit in over his head after that, pushing his cock in without prepping you as much as he should, and san’s big. he gets about halfway and you're already hiccuping, telling him that it hurts. that he's too big. tears building up in your eyes.

“don't cry,” he grumbles, pressing kisses to your cheeks and the corner of your lips, “it'll feel good in a minute.”

brings a hand down to rub your clit and make it feel better as slowly fucks you. he picks up speed when your tear give way for tiny moans and heavy panting. your fingers grabbing onto him instead of pushing him way.

“told you,” he murmurs against your lips, “doesn't that feel good. i bet it does. it feels good to let me take care of you.”

he doesn't need you to respond, he knows it does. he knows he could make you feel like this all the time if you'd let him, but if he needs to coax it out of you he will. has you creaming around his cock in no time, and he wraps himself around you when he finally starts fucking you with intent. he arms pushing into his chest so tight you could hardly breathe. tells you about how much he loves the whole way through, about how good you feel, everything that comes to mind spills out his mouth.

[gothamite-rambler]

Damian was patrolling with his father when he received a text from Jon.

Damian: "I got two tickets to Sabrina Carpenter tomorrow night. Wanna go?" Hm... Who is Sabrina Carpenter? Confused emoji and send.

As he waited for a reply, his father was busy subduing a mugger who was holding a woman hostage. Damian tapped his foot debating what he would wear to a musical artist concert.

Damian (not focused on patrolling): If I go to this concert, I wonder if they have vegetarian food? I should wear one of Jason's goofy shirts for an event like this.

Another text ping was heard, Damian read it, but sighed, rubbing his forehead. Growing increasingly annoyed with his friends' texting style, Damian deciphered amidst the random smiles and heart emojis that she was a talented singer who radiated true beauty.

Damian: Why does he use so many emojis? She's pretty and... Hm... She sang that "Please" song? I do like that song, and Grayson always tells me I should get out more... Is it odd that I'm talking to myself?

He glanced at his phone but heard nothing in response except his father landing a punch on the mugger who tried to hit him back.

Damian shrugged.

Damian: I will... go with you to see this... Carpenter. She better be... worth my attention. Alright, add a crying laughing emoji to show I'm not too serious and send. I have plans now, good for me.

He walked over to his father, who was catching his breath and checking his knuckles for any bruises.

Damian: Father, is it okay if I attend a Carpenter concert tomorrow night? The weaker Robin can sub for me.

Batman (pausing, confused): You're - I told you about insulting Red Robin, stop it. And you're going to... see a Carpenter concert? The Carpenters don’t make music anymore, mostly because Karen Carpenter died.

Oracle (entering the conversation through comms): You furry vigilante! He's talking about Sabrina Carpenter! I told you to get Spotify!

Batman (snapping back through the comms): And I told you Spotify doesn't pay their artists enough for me to give them my attention! And I'm not a furry vigilante! Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Damian: Mm, yes. Can I go? Superboy invited me.

Batman: Half the time you two are together, something insane happens. I'm not sure.

Damian (fake sniffling): Fath—Baba, can I go, please?

Batman (finally giving in): You kids really know how to break me. Fine, you can go.

Damian: Thanks! I’ll get you a T-shirt. 5X or 6X?

He snickered at his joke at his father's expense.

Batman: Don’t make me change my mind.

[alpali]

hello can i please request a timeskip!kenma taking care of sick f!reader who’s got high fever but refuses to go to the hospital so kenma just takes care of her at home and its just basically pure fluff cute cutesy things and reader takes advantage of being sick to get more attention from kenma hehe and can you plzzz write it as long as possible please? Ik there isn’t much to it but can you please try to write as much as you can IF you can no pressure at all and its okay if you refuse really thankful for you anyways!<3

You woke up feeling like absolute shit. Your head pounding, body weak, breaking into a sweat. Your eyes are lidded, you sit up with your head swaying.

“Ken?” You call out. You’re panting as your clothes stick to you. Your lips purse as you call out for your boyfriend again. He pokes his head in with a smile yet it falls at the sight of you.

“Hey? Are you good?” He says softly but with concern. He gasps when he feels how hot to touch you are.

“Babe you’re burning up.” His brows pull together.

“Come on we should take you to the hospital.”

But you shake your head.

“No, please Ken I wanna stay home.” You pout and god he knew he shouldn’t listen to you but with your state right now, all he can tell you is ok.

“Okay lay down for me.” He instructs and you do.

“Were you about to stream.” You rasp out and he hums.

“Yea but you’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you like this.” He frowns and you smile.

“I’m gonna grab a few things okay? Try and get some rest.” You hum, letting your eyes fall close.

When Kenma comes back from the convenience store his arms are full of everything. He sits on your shared bed. Medicine, food, and other remedies scattered across the table next to your guys bed.

He pecks your forehead, his lips heating up at the contact of your skin. He places a rag over your forehead, gently smoothing your hair out. Your eyes meet up at him and he smiles.

“You feeling better?” He holds your hand, his thumb gliding along your knuckles.

“Yea, now that you’re here.” You laugh and he does to, followed by a playful eye roll.

“Let’s get some food in that stomach yea?” You hum and he helps you sit up. Kenma sits you on his lap, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

“You can get sick Ken.” You mumble as he helps you drink your medicine.

“I don’t mind.” He smiles, wiping your mouth. He gives you nutritious snacks, all of what you needed right now.

“Ken you’ll catch it if you stay near me.” You sulk.

Of course you wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by your precious boyfriend. All of this attention you were receiving was making you feel better already. But you couldn’t risk him getting sick.

“I told you it’s fine, don’t worry about me.” He smiles, pecking your head.

“Besides all of the fans know you’re my top priority. I’d kill for a nap right now, what do you think?” He smiles down at you and you nod.

You guys find yourself getting comfy under the covers. His arms fully engulf you in his warm embrace. His hands take through your hair, already lolling you to sleep.

“Rest up baby.” He whispers, pecking your nose as he soon after follows along.

Less than a week later, Kenma is in the same position as you.

“I told you Ken.”

“Yea yea, just come play with me please?”

[crushedsweets]

Which songs would you pick as theme music for each of the Creeps?

i'm picking songs from MY daily playlist, which is mostly indie love songs - so these arent entirely accurate, but i think it forces a unique perspective (and im far too lazy to perfectly curate a song per character)

TIM is fast car by tracy chapman; "maybe together we can get somewhere; any place is better; you and i can both get jobs; and finally see what it means to be living"

BRIAN is 4runner by brenn; "i see you're still doing the same old; hanging out with people like me; you know i'm trying to get a little bolder; so, this town is where i'd rather you be"

TOBY is king for a day by piece the veil; "won't you push me for the last time; you want a martyr? i'll be one; now i dont want to feel a thing anymore; im tired of begging for the things that i want; im over sleeping like a dog on the floor; imagine living like a king someday"

KATE is hammer by hana vu; "are we gonna make it? cause i have to; i don't wanna be here but i do; and i run away cause i ruined mine; and i fall asleep cause i get so tired; and its hard to say what the trouble is; ill run away til its all behind"

NINA is cologne by beabadoobee; "at least leave the scent of your cologne; i'm not done yet; please, kiss my neck; lets go for another round; i hate what this song is about; am i attractive? tell me, am i good enough? lately i've been on an off; i think ive hurt too much; think i'm gong to explode"

CLOCKY is tell me its okay/im not angry anymore by paramore; "maybe its been years since i genuinely smiled; and maybe its been years since i wanted to be apart of anything, but lately i've been good, you know, i've actually been great; man, i even laughed a little today, oh so strange"

JACK is the dead coming talking by roe kapara; "feel the worms eating holes through my mind; light regrets that'll kill me in time; walking backwards is always a guess; distance faces burn holes in my chest"

LAZARI is my mother wants me dead by carolesdaughter; "nobody can say they know me; i know my mother wants me dead; i cant trust you, i know you bleed blue"

BEN is hot rod by dayglow; "my memory is not like the other one; maybe i'm not all that you thought; we don't move like we used to do; maybe you're not such a hot rod"

SALLY is oysters in my pocket by royel otis; "oysters in the pocket; not that we are selfish; we just haven't learnt much; send me on my bicycle; the chain is all rust"

JANE is lucerene by richy mitch & the coal miners; "i fervently want some time alone; no wine, no elixir, no spirits can make me whole; i say it with pain; i don't know if im in the right yet; still some burnt blood remains"

JEFF is scrawny by wallows; "still wear the same shoes i did back then; i dont think theyve ever been untied; dont care to watch the story unfold; hate feeling like im not in control; now tell me im a scrawny mother fucker with a cool hairstyle"

LIU is didya think by arlie; "never thought you'd be the kinda guy to get a day job; never thought you'd be the kinda guy to take a safe route; so why ya sittin around? did ya think it'd be easy?"

DINA is my bodys made of crushed little stars by mitski; "im not doing anything; my bodys made of crushed little stars; would you kill me, jerusalem? i should tell them im not afraid to die"

ANN is baby you're a haunted house by gerard way; "better find another superstition; your heart will stay forever; when your last remains are few; ill be the ghost inside your head when we are through; sometimes you scare me; and i'll find a way to scare you too"

LULU is stella brown by jelani aryeh; "i don't know what to talk about; how has my head just hollowed out? spend my time awaiting, lying; patient inside this racing mind; i'm too precautious and i often doubt"

[kiwii-11]

i feel so dumb!

in which . . . darlin’s first instinct is to run, and this time it leads them to their alpha.

or . . . david opens the door to see tank waiting there after arguing with sam.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns, second person pov, darlin’! reader, arguing, insecure thoughts, accidentally breaking a dish, pre-relationship! sam x darlin’ (that time where they were doing couple stuff but weren’t a couple), david x angel, big brother david moment right here, it’s always raining in dahlia

“it was stupid.”

“so?”

“‘so’? are you hearin’ yourself?”

“it doesn’t matter, sam, it’s over. can i please go?”

the exasperation in your voice makes the vampire harden his stare. you’re standing across from him, folded arms and head hung low. a bandage was placed on your cheek from a scratch an enemy vampire had sprung onto you. other bandages littered your body, which is why you stood in sam’s kitchen with the first aid kit cracked open and emptied.

he had just finished patching you up and was now cleaning the tools he had to use. he could hear your fight happening while on his way home, and caught the scent of your blood quite easily. he managed to find you just as the last vampire vanished into dust and you collapsed on the floor. the worry sunk into his stomach at the sight.

you, on the other hand, were embarrassed to be dragged back to his place. you were caught off guard, to say the least, and you wanted nothing more than to be in your own apartment right now.

“no, you can’t just go, you’re gonna’ sit tight n’ tell me why you were fightin’ off vamps just outside the city,” sam states, “you said you’d tell me when something like this would come up.”

“i didn’t plan to get into some trouble tonight, sam,” you scoff back, “it just… happened.”

“yeah, okay,” he laughs back with a shake of his head, back to you as he washes his hands, “spill it.”

you couldn’t tell him that you were on the way to his place just to see him. he was there to heal you and offer back up, not to be some… shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to. his time would be wasted. yet you still went anyway.

“what’s got you usin’ up all my services?” he questions as he turns around. the short smile on his lips tries to convey a sense of relief, as if to show you that he wasn’t that mad. but it only makes you grip your biceps tighter. “i buy those kits ‘cause i know you’re gonna’ drop by all bloodied n’ bruised. that’s all you ever do. i guess i should restock soon.”

a laugh leaves the vampire in front of you. it sounds mocking in your ears; the expectation that you only saw him when you needed his healing was like his way of setting a boundary. maybe that’s all he wanted from you, and maybe it made him feel better knowing that he’s doing right just because he can. you were a good deed.

that was it, that was all you ever are. a charity case. it makes you sick, and it makes your eyes water.

“i… have work tomorrow, i should go,” you huff out and lift off from the bench, “goodnight.”

he follows you as you start for the door. “hey, wait, what’s wrong?”

sam catches your wrist, gently tugging you to a halt in the hallway.

“tell me what’s on your mind, darlin’.”

you can’t look at sam, not even when he tries to turn you to face him. your head is hung low.

“i… i didn’t mean to make you upset, i’m sorry,” he says after you don’t answer for a while, “i just wanna’ know what you were doin’ out there at this time. i worry about you.”

you stare at the bandaged wrapped around the outside of your hand, the hand he was holding tightly.

“you’re right. i’m stupid, okay?” you say in a quiet voice.

“darlin’, i don’t think you’re stupid,” he replies, trying to crane his head to be in your line of sight, “i just want you to be careful. you’re always here with new bruises for me to fix up, it’s becomin’ frequent.”

“i know, sam,” your voice comes out harshly at first, but you stop and sigh, “i know.”

“what’s wrong? does someone need a hug?” he lets out a little laugh in hopes of getting you in a happier mood.

you glance up at his smile, which makes your heart race. “no, i’m fine—”

“c’mere.”

his arms are around you in an instant, squeezing you against his chest. it overwhelms you, how he is able to gather you up in one grasp. your hands are trapped between the two of you, and your head is reeling.

at this point, you’ve gotten to know sam quite well. he’s sweet and he’s incredibly helpful, and he’s much too nice for you. he’s never raised his voice at you, not matter how mad he was about a situation, no matter how much you deserved it.

he’s speaking to you. something about coming to him for help when you need it, or calling his number. you don’t catch everything he says, because your throat tightens up at the thought that he’s doing this because he has to.

“let go.” you mumble against his shoulder, weak.

“big bad wolf doesn’t wanna’ endure some affection, is that it?” he chuckles.

it becomes a little too much. he rubs your back.

“sam, c’mon.” you scoff, lifting your head.

he loosens his grip when he hears your tone. he’s hesitant, though.

he doesn’t want to let you leave while you’re mad. he knows you too; he knows that you’d do anything to get to the bottom of your situation, and you don’t think about the consequences. you were reckless, but sam didn’t care. he could heal you all you needed, all you asked. he just wanted to know you were okay.

“at least tell me what’s goin’ on.”

“nothing.”

“i call bullshit.”

you start for the door again and open it up to see the rain starting to pour. great…

“i’ll drive ya’ home.” he tells you as he picks up his keys from the holder on the hallway table.

“i don’t need you to.” you huff as you tug your hood-less jacket closer around yourself.

“don’t be silly, it’s rainin’ like hell out here.”

“sam,” you reprimand, finally looking back to him again, “i don’t need your help.”

he stops, pocketing his keys and giving you a furrowed brow look. “darlin’, could ya’ just tell me what’s got you in such a twist? it’s just a drive home.”

you struggle to tell him the truth, opting for turning back to the exit. he sighs, his footsteps following after you. you grow tired of this.

“i don’t understand why you’re complainin’.” he mumbles.

“god, just leave me alone!” you grunt, looking over your shoulder and pushing sam back into the house.

he stumbles back a little, his hip accidentally hitting the table. the key holding dish wobbles off the side of the wood, falling to the floor with ease and cracking into little pieces. the sound catches your attention, and you stand up straight.

the noise echoes through your head, cutting through the sound of the rain hitting the roof. the smell of the dust wavers in the air. you clench your fists and swallow your nerves.

sam looks at his feet and then to you, then back to the floor.

“shit, ah…” he mutters as he scratches the back of his neck, “gimme’ a minute to clean this up, darlin’, and then i’ll… bring you home.”

he looks up to see you gone. no doubt, you’re getting drenched out there. he could’ve offered an umbrella if he wasn’t so hellbent on getting you home himself. sam sighs out as he stands, closes the door and goes to grab a dustpan.

it’s an hour later, 10:45pm, when you reach your destination. you knock on the door, trying to shake off all the excess water dropping from your jacket and pants. your shoes were soaked and you just know that it’s gonna’ drag in the nice house, no matter how much you use the ‘welcome’ mat to soak it up.

the door opens, revealing one of your newer friends.

“oh, tank!” angel says as they spot you, “how are you? come in, come in, davey’s just got out of the shower, he worked in the garden all day.”

“oh, is that right? i, uh, i’m soaking wet, i’m sorry, i can wait out here for david.” you state, hands behind your back.

“come inside right now.” they deadpan, staring at you.

“um… okay.”

you’re sat on two towels on david’s couch, patiently waiting for your alpha to finish getting changed. angel has provided you with a warm drink and asked if you wanted dinner, but you decline the food. david comes into the living room just as angel starts showing you photos from their last date at an amusement park.

“tank, it’s late,” he says dryly as he sits across from you, “and you’re dragging mud into my home. you’re drenched.”

“i was gonna’ wait outside.” you state with pursed lips.

“that’s not—” he sighs with a shake of his head, “why are you sopping wet in my house? are you okay? what’s this?”

he gestures to his own cheek, mirroring where you had a bandage. you almost forgot about it. you cast your eyes down.

“um, i…” you struggle to come up with something.

angel excuses themselves to give you some private space, giving your hand a squeeze for comfort. david says he’ll come back with some clothes for you to change into, but you decline once again. he stares at you but lets it go. you wait patiently until you hear the door close.

“i don’t know if i want to see sam anymore.” you admit quietly to him.

david’s shocked, eyes widening as he stared at you. the both if you had been getting closer and closer since you first met at wonderworld, it was confusing to hear you say something like this.

“why?” he questions, “did he do something?”

“no, no, he didn’t,” you reply, quick to refute his implication, “i was over there before i came here.”

“that’s why you’re all bandaged up.” he hums out, crossed arms.

“yeah. i�� had a slight run-in with a couple of vampires—”

“what?”

“it fine, they’re dead,” you sigh with a wave of your hand, “i took care of them before sam found me.”

“that’s… we’re gonna’ talk about that later, tank.” david grumbles under his breath.

“i left sam’s place after he fixed me, but i can’t help but feel like this is… i don’t know.” you mumble out as you hold your head, tears threatening to spill.

the first step is to ask for help, you’ve been told that a thousand times by now. david is at the top of your emergency contact list, and there’s a reason why you found yourself here instead of at home, alone, or at asher’s or milo’s. it’s been months since you’ve been back and the pack is hellbent on getting you to stay.

“i know that i have a spot here, i know that i’m allowed to want things or to need, but with sam…” you begin, covering your face, “i don’t know, i don’t know why it feels different. it’s like he’s just helping me because he has to, y’know? i don’t know why he’s always letting me show up to his doorstep looking like i’m gonna die. and the way he looks at me when he’s healing me, it’s like he’s… sorry for me. like i’m some helpless puppy that he feels the need to care for because it’ll make him feel better.”

you begin to let the tears fall through the cracks of your fingertips, dripping along your hands. david gets up from his spot and rounds the coffee table; after being with angel for a while, he’s gotten much better at comforting people, he hopes. a gentle hand is placed on your back.

“i don’t want him to do this because he feels like he needs to…” you mumble to david.

“do you really think that’s what he thinks?” he questions.

“fuck, i don’t know,” you grunt, “if it was, like, milo or marie healing me, it would be different because i know them, but i—sam isn’t someone i know.”

david’s been here before. he knows what it’s like letting someone in, how difficult it can be, but he knows that it’s best for you.

“i think he’s being genuine,” david claims, leaning back against the couch and holding his hands on his lap, “sam doesn’t seem like the type to put himself in danger just for anyone, and he’s not really complaining. i’ve spoken to him a few times before. he’s… he cares about you, tank.”

“but he’s—”

“just because he isn’t a part of the pack doesn’t mean that he’s not allowed to care about you,” david informs you, “it’s not a responsibility, he just wants to make sure you’re okay. you think ash wouldn’t still be a pain in the ass if you weren’t a part of our pack? or milo and his whining about your outdated clothes? we couldn’t give two shits about that; we care about you because you’re special to us regardless. maybe he feels the same way about you.”

you finally lift your head after a few seconds, wiping away your tears. you were frustrated, it’s been building up ever since you met the vampire, and now it’s doubled over. david offers a gentle pat on your shoulder, waiting.

he’d never overstep. he knows your boundaries and he knows his own. but that’s enough for you to feel comforted.

“why would i be special to him?” you mumble as you look his way.

david shrugs. “i don’t know, i barely know the guy. but i know you. you’re a good person, and you’re not someone any of us would like to forget.”

he loves to say he’s not good with words, but you knock a gentle fist against his shoulder.

“big sap over here.”

“you’re paying for my carpet cleaning.”

you join him in a laugh. david lets out a short sigh.

“but i do know you’re special to sam.” he claims.

you stop, blinking at him. “why do you say that?”

david pulls out his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and showing you the screen.

“he called me an hour ago,” david states, “he was worried about you, and he asked me to make sure you were alright. didn’t think you’d come to me first, but here we are. no complaints.”

you’re speechless at the sight of sam’s number on david’s phone, saved under ‘samuel collins (solaire clan — tank)’.

“if that doesn’t spell out that he’s in love with you or something, then i don’t know what will.” david huffs, standing from his spot.

“what? i—i don’t—” you begin to stammer.

“you staying the night? or do you want me to drive you home? i have clothes to spare, or i can ask my mate if they have anything they’d like to lend, and trust me, they will.” he offers, tilting his head at you.

you weigh your options for a second, but ultimately decide to go home. david ends up giving you a lecture the whole time, talking about hypothermia or something. he makes sure to tell you to take a warm shower and head to bed straight away.

while under your sheets, you stare at your phone. you’ve been thinking in the shower what you’d say, but nothing felt quite right. a long message wouldn’t suffice, sounded too winded. you were overthinking, you realised. after typing a some letters, you press ‘send’.

darlin’

thank you for everything. i really appreciate your help.

even though you try to bury your head into your pillow, a notification goes off and you check it immediately.

sam

no need to thank me, darlin’, i want to help. don’t be a stranger, call me when you want to see me.

your name pops up on his vibrating phone a couple days later, and your voice is a sweet melody to his silence.

[sunnwalker]

You can tell when I stopped caring with this and I think that's beautiful.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[nabaath-areng]

Been impossible to take photos of these nails due to horrible weather lighting, but since it was specifically inspired by Ieeha I needed to figure out a way... thank you closet for having surprisingly decent lighting and dresses for being a surprisingly decent backdrop!!!

[mac-lilly]

Sometimes, I just cannot tell if an author is aware that rampant jealousy, possessiveness, and an uncontrollable libido are not signs of love ... or not.

[beanghostprincess]

Never understood the appeal of Sanami until I saw that fem Sanji image you posted. Nami would go insane for her they should make out

I literally only ship Sanami whenever Sanji is portrayed as a girl or well, not a man (my personal favorite is genderfluid Sanji). And I know for a fact that Nami would go insane over fem Sanji. She'd still be the most annoying, simping girl in the whole world, but Nami would never say no to the attention and care of a pretty girl like Sanji. They should hold hands, kiss, make out, wear each other's clothes, make out again, cook together, have an alternative universe where they live peacefully as cottagecore sapphics in a small house with tangerines and the only thing they do all day is being silly together and-

[bnnywngs]

just some convos i headcanon northern brazilian shoyo doing with his karasuno peeps after watching too many short videos about "weird latinos" and gringos talking about brazil after living here for a while

(written by a north brazilian)

(warning: contain northern dialect)

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1

*at training camp*

hinata: *blinking heavily while sitting on the futon*

daichi: oy, hinata! *starts talking about the day and what they're supposed to be doing etc etc*

hinata: what...? wait, i'm still downloading my soul... *yawns*

daichi:

suga: pfff-

hinata: *weird loud noises while stretching* morning... *big yawn*

suga, still laughing: you're really weird, you know that?

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2

hinata: what do you mean you train on sundays?!

tanaka: what about it? it's normal, though?

hinata: it's sunday!?

tanaka: ????

hinata: IT'S SUNDAY

tanaka: *louder confusion*

suga: apparently they don't work on sunday in latin america?

hinata, still bewildered: *points at suga* SUNDAY!!!!

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3

hinata: why would i be scared of him? with that mucura¹ face?! not in this life, mermão²

karasuno: ?????

hinata, not realizing no one understands him: telezé³, he wants a husband⁴

takeda: sometimes i ask myself if hinata forgets he can speak japanese (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

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4

training camp part 2 - breakfast

daichi: where's hinata?

noya: woke up early to make breakfast, something about real food or something

daichi: ...what

suga: lol i want to see that

*arriving at the dining hall and coming face to face with a weird looking white pancake*

noya: shoyo! what is this?

hinata: tapioca!⁵

karasuno: ????

hinata, proudly: you know, you take the cassava, crush it, mix it with water, then.... what is the word again? anyway, you have this whole process with the cassava to make a... flour? and then you fry it and can put any kind of toppings, actually! i love to eat it with fried banana! but this one i used brazilian nuts! made one for everyone, go eat!

karasuno, thinking: weird food

karasuno after eating: GOOD FOOD!

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translation notes:

1 - mucura = amazon opossum; used as a slang in northern brazil, means "ugly"

2 - mermão, slang from "meu irmão" means my bro/my brother or just bro

3 - telezé = northern brazilian slang from a full sentence lol "tu é leso, é?" means "are you stupid?"

4 - he wants a husband = slang, i think it's local from my city, though? means more or less that they want too much, can also be used with mother or wife (depends on the sentence)

5 - tapioca *starts singing tapioca song* = GOOD FOOD! actually a snack lol exactly how shoyo said, but here's what it looks like (it's our famous "caboquinha" with local ingredients, some that you only find here ehehehe)

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

why is tumblr so fucked up on my chromebook-

[cronchcake]

I'm not gonna elaborate because I don't want to, but I wish we could have genuine and well-argued criticism of critrole. I want my n1 fave to be criticised for its flaws. alas, most critique I see is either pretty badly argued or it's done in bad faith.

[enmascribbles]

Macaque is Japanese in the AU?

no? i was meant to be a kny red light distract kind of au where they dress up mac to go do some like info gathering work.

I do wanna say tho I did some talking with some of my chinese friends on twitter i realized that people may not like him being dressed like that and will find it disrespectful so I won't be drawing him in a kimono anymore