#slowed for copyright but still a vibe.

[skzhua]

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pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

warnings: Swearing, mentions of lying, mentions of drinking, mentions of death. (also, gives major 13 year-old wattpad story vibes)

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

status: Complete. (31.8k words total)

a/n: This is either my best or my worst work ever. I'm still giving it a shot because this show had a bigger impact on me than it should have.

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Episode four.

Episode five.

Episode six.

Episode seven.

Episode eight.

Episode nine.

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Copyright © 2023 skzhua. All rights reserved.

[hazard-c-horror]

spawns in ur inbox with my hands politely folded. hello hazard-c-horror. it's been quite a few days now, and i've only Continued to fall down the dandy's world rabbit hole eihsihssh SO, since you're the only Other Person i know about that's Insane abt D.W *and* SAMS, i would like to throw Thoughts inspired by your SAMS x D.W au I've been having .D.

i was hella inspired by the character sheets you made for moon, eclipse, lunar, and solar, so. take some Thoughts for how sun, earth, and kc would work in the game digsgskqj

(btw- this disclaimer might be a bit silly- but idk if you already have Planned Out Stuff for these characters n their abilities n stuff, and i Apologize if you do- this isnt me trynna like take over your au or smtn, its just me being autistic dgsigaiya that being said, do with these ideas as you will, you have free reign over anything you do w them lmao)

Sun:

OKAY so yk how he can turn ppl into geese n stuff in canon? i feel like his transformation magic could actually be his ability. as a toon, he has the ability to turn either Himself or other toons into an object (like a soda can or chocolate bar) for 5-ish seconds. he could do this to Instantly de-agro any twisted's chasing either him or other toons, and the 5 second break could be just enough time for stamina to rebuild so even if the twisted does still spot the de-transformed toon again, they have more time/stamina to run and hide

THAT BEING SAID. his twisted form would be the exact Opposite of this- he'd be able to mask himself as an item and attack/agro onto any toon who'd try to pick him up. he'd be a lot like twisted rodger, just for items instead of capsules. and ofc there would be things making it obvious that the item wasn't trustworthy- like discoloration or added bits on it. if you have a keen eye, avoiding him is Easy :)

i have like a couple thoughts for his mastery item. first one that came to mind was a Cat Plush, which when equipped it has a “calming effect”, and ups your stealth up by around 10-ish percent, making it harder for twisted's to spot you. but then i also thought “haha Wine Bottle”, which i thought that (when close enough) it could instill the “confused” effect on nearby twisted's, and make it harder for them to see nearby toons. so both items would do the same thing, just go about it in different ways

Earth:

she deffo has an ability like tisha's or shelly's, where it helps out the other players instead of herself. im thinking she's able to heal others for one heart every two minutes. a basic ability, but bro methinks this game needs a healer besides teagen, who can only heal herself dosyohsshs the Easy way to go about it is that she can just.. go up to (aka Click) on another player to heal them, but she could also just have a “medical bag” on hand where she whips hella bandages out the wazoo and gives them to whoever needs em dishiaha

okay as a twisted this girl gives me MAD razzle and dazzle vibes in how she functions. but instead of sleeping, i can imagine her constantly Crying and remaining in one smalllll specific area, patrolling it, almost. she can be led away by Distractors (goob, pebble, ect), but once they've de-agroed her, she'll start slowly walking back to her patrol spot. the best way to deal with her is to have someone else agro her and lead her around while You fix the machine she's working on, or vice versa :) but you Can still beat her on a solo run, bc she has rather slow walk-speed when getting back to her patrol spot where you could beat her back to it after leading her away. it'd just be a Lot easier w multiple people digdihsah

and her item?? first thing that came to mind is a barbie doll. or just a “pink girl doll” bc. copyright sigsiszvah it would be an Active item (like the wrench or bottle of pop), where at the start of every round, she could place it down somewhere, and it makes noise, which leads the nearest twisted right to it. ofc we dont want it Too op, so once a twisted makes contact with it, its destroyed and returns back in earths inventory, ready to be used next round .D.

Killcode:

kc is a Complex one- i think this guy would have slow walk speed, but a fast run speed. so i think he'd be a good “distraction” character, like goob or pebble. HOWEVER. i think it'd be sick as *hell* if his ability, using his size, literally made it so that he could momentarily Pick Up Other Toons and carry them away from any twisted's chasing them. he'd prolly only be able to do so for 3-ish seconds, but it could be a saving grace for anyone out of stamina being chased .D.

now. as a Twisted. this👏man👏deserves👏lethal👏status👏 his name is LITERALLY KILLCODE i refuse to believe he cant one-shot a bitch sisgiaga due to him literally being a Being made to perfectly hunt/kill, i think how twisted kc would act is that he'd spawn in at the start of a new floor, a Sound Queue would play so that toons know he's on the floor. and now he's just.. somewhere. hiding. *waiting*. hes normally spawned behind corners or nearby machines, where its either easy to run into him or hard to avoid him. hes not Impossible to beat tho- i imagine he emimates a very quiet sound byte, so hes still avoidable on blackout floors, even if he's not visible. and that byte also helps on just normal floors too ofc. best way to deal with him is to listen to his sound queues and *be very aware of your surroundings*. cause if he spots someone, he is *hard* to lose, and hes lethal if he gets ya. once freed from his waiting spot, he's not going back to it. instead, he'll be moving around the map like a faster, but also Louder, dandy. Scary!!

aaand his item. i came up with a “soup ladel”. cause. heh. yk, because he volunteered in soup kitchens in canon? .D.? i think im Funny siosgiaa what it'd do is up the spawn rate of better Food/Drink items on every floor. think instead of soda cans spawning on floor 1, there's a higher/better chance for soda bottles to spawn instead .D.

. this is over 1K WORDS LONG OF AN ASK hazard im so sorry, im Unwell sigihgaisg okay now i go eep for tonight good nini honk shoo honk shoo

Why hello there. Longest inbox I’ve ever received

I love this a lot actually, and thank you for some ideas! Love the trinket ideas especially, will probably use them

I’m just be reading over this like 12 times, because I just love it

It’s also funny bc I had the same idea about Earths ability, so that’s nice. Great minds think alike

I don’t know if I’ll be incorporating Sun’s magic into this, but I did include Eclipse’s so I may use your idea. Bc I also don’t have any ideas for him at the moment

One unfortunate. KC will not be in this au, but I could make a non canon character sheet for him a Solar flare if people wish. Really like your ideas for him!

The soup ladle is my favorite for a trinket lol

In return of theses amazing ideas, I give you a sneak peek

[hotvintagepoll]

I am adoring all of these polls and gif sets and just being fed so many hot vintage people. As someone who really hasn’t watched very many classics, are there any movies you’d recommend for someone just starting to dip their toes in older media but unsure where to start?

Sure! I don't want to sway any voting, but I'll put an incomplete list of favorites that involve hot men not still in the bracket below the cut.

Something to note that applies to most of these old movies—older movies have different pacing than modern movies, so some of these might seem really slow or weird to start. There are also different ways of framing gender and agency, for better and for worse. I've italicized the ones that I think are the best for starting with, but go with whatever genre/aesthetic sounds best.

The Court Jester (Danny Kaye, Basil Rathbone)—a circus performer working for a quasi-Robin Hood infiltrates the royal court. Fun comedy that's incredibly accessible and still so light on its feet. Swordfighting, glamorous medieval costumes, court intrigues, and silly accents.

Singin' in the Rain (Gene Kelly)—fun polyamorous musical comedy. The dancing is incredible, but so is the sense of joy and camaraderie between Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, and Debbie Reynolds. Genuinely captures the feeling of hanging out with your best friends. 1920s Hollywood, big movie studios, backstage drama, goofy hijinks.

The Adventures of Robin Hood (Errol Flynn, Basil Rathbone)—classic swashbuckler/romance. It could read a little slow to modern tastes but the action scenes are absolutely killer, as is the sentiment of seeing little guys pull down big capitalists evil monarchs. Swashbuckling, labor activists merry men hanging out in the woods, hot men in tights, social commentary swords, a Maid Marian who really holds her own and falls in love with the socialist

Charade (Cary Grant)—thriller/romantic comedy. Audrey Hepburn's husband dies and leaves her a hidden inheritance, and she's racing some skeevy characters to find it. A little bit scary but mostly charming and gorgeous, and you can find it high quality virtually anywhere because they fucked up the copyright trademark in the opening credits. Romance, murders, Paris, 1960s fashion, chases in the night.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (Dick Van Dyke)—this movie is divisive for some reason—I personally like peace, love, and joy, so it makes the list. This is a James Bond movie if James Bond had two kids, lived in a windmill in the south of England, and was into cottagecore inventions more than martinis and racism. This is very much a kids' movie so go in with that expectation, but enjoy the gorgeous production design, the wonderfully silly performances, and Lionel Jeffries pulling out every stop as an insane old man. Dick Van Dyke has excellent DILF energy. Magical cars, big musical vibes, fun inventions, and romantic fantasy.

To Be Or Not To Be (Jack Benny)—comedy/drama. A ragtag Warsaw theatre troupe stands off against the Gestapo after the invasion of Poland. TW for Nazis, obviously, but overall this is a comedy with some heft, and kind of shocking to be this ballsy about fucking hating Hitler's guts in the 1940s. Hambone actors, Shakespeare, spies, 1930s gowns. It's been a minute since I watched it so I don't think there are any TWs here, but go forth with caution.

Witness for the Prosecution (Tyrone Power)—mystery/legal drama based off an Agatha Christie story. The performances are campy fun and the twist would be at home in something like Knives Out. Big dramatics, hambones, lots of talking, a bit of a mindbender.

The Lady Vanishes (Michael Redgrave)—mystery/suspense/romantic comedy. It's a little slow to start but roll with it—once the action moves to the train the pacing really picks up. This gets slotted as a thriller sometimes but it's much funnier and gentler than that. There's some period-typical snarkiness directed at anyone Foreign™ by some of the British characters; the British characters are also made fun of. Trains, British people, international shenanigans, mystery, and humor.

All About Eve (absolutely none of these hot men, lots of hot women though)—a legendary actress fights for her life against the rising star who supplants her. Big drama, big performances, lots of gasp! and dahling! and vicious little quips. New York, theatre pronounced theahhtah, drama queens and plotting.

The Philadelphia Story (James Stewart, Cary Grant)—talk-heavy comedy, lots of quick banter and period transatlantic accent fun. It's a bit shouty and conflict-heavy at times, but I don't think James or Cary have ever been hotter, and Katherine Hepburn is just wow. Very funny dialogue, relatable characters, incredibly hot across the board. There is one instance of a racial slur (not directed at anyone but still there) and one shove. Some people won't like the discussion of Hepburn's character's choices as a daughter and a wife. With all of these movies you'll see a a range of how female characters are presented and treated, and while some period movies fall hard for sexist tropes, I personally think the performances, direction, and subtext of many of these films actually prioritizes the experiences of the female characters and shows them as living, breathing people, even if they're not framed the way they would be today.

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

APARTMENT 7A (2024)

Starring Julia Garner, Dianne Wiest, Jim Sturgess, Kevin McNally, Marli Siu, Rosy McEwen, Amy Leeson, Scott Hume, Andrew Buchan, Kobna Holdbrook-Smith, Rosy McEwen, Nikkita Chadha, Julia Westcott-Hutton, James Swanton, Brooke Walter, Hannah Morley, Patrick Lyster, Dylan Baldwin , Mellanie Hubert, Anton Blake Horowitz and Eva-Marie Kung.

Screenplay by Natalie Erika James & Christian White and Skylar James.

Directed by Natalie Erika James.

Distributed by Paramount Pictures. 104 minutes. Rated R.

There have been a ton of horror films over the years that have ripped off Roman Polanski’s classic 1968 horror film Rosemary’s Baby (I’ve seen at least two which stole scenes from it in just the last few months), so it is kind of a surprise that it has taken so long for an official reboot of the movie.

Apartment 7A is not a remake of Rosemary’s Baby – it’s actually a prequel – but the film is based on Ira Levin’s classic novel (as was the 1968 film) and has a very similar storyline and old-fashioned style to the original. In fact, it seems that the movie was originally conceived as a remake as written by Skylar James, but when that project didn’t take off, writer/director Natalie Erika James reconceptualized the story to show the happenings in the Bramford, a mysterious old apartment building in New York. (As with Rosemary’s Baby, the Bramford is filmed in the famous Dakota on Central Park West in the Upper West Side.)

In fact, the makers of Apartment 7A are being a bit coy about the connection, not really pushing the fact that it is a part of the Rosemary’s Baby story, particularly not in its very generic sounding title.

However the lead character Terry Gionoffrio did appear, briefly, in the Rosemary’s Baby novel and film. This film is that woman’s backstory. (I won’t go into details as to how she fits into the original storyline, because that could be considered a bit of a spoiler for Apartment 7A.)

The basics of horror cinema have certainly changed a whole hell of a lot since Rosemary was released in 1968, and interestingly Apartment 7A sort of settles into the old-fashioned, more measured, spooky vibe of its predecessor. Which makes the film rather interesting, if occasionally a bit slow-paced for modern audiences.

We meet Terry (Julia Garner) as an aspiring Broadway dancer. During a performance, she badly injures her foot, leading her to have to stop her promising career for a period of months. (The accident becomes so well known that on Broadway she is broadly referred to as “the girl who fell.”) She tries to hurry herself back to work before she is ready by using painkillers, eventually becoming addicted to the pills.

After a particularly humiliating audition, Terry follows the producer Alan Marchand (Jim Sturgess) to his home at the Bramford. When she is unable to get through to him, she passes out due to her drug use. She is brought in the building by a sweet-seeming older couple named Roman and Minnie Castavet (Kevin McNally and Dianne Wiest), who quickly offer to put Terry up in an apartment that they own. Of course, if you have seen Rosemary’s Baby, you know that the Castavets have ulterior motives. (Wiest, in particular, does a stunning job of recreating the character as played by Ruth Gordon in the original. Close your eyes and you may think it was the same actress.)

In fact, their plans for Terry are very similar to their later plans with Rosemary. In fact, according to this storyline, the satanist residents of the Bramford have tried similar acts several times with multiple women.

None of it is completely surprising – if you are familiar with the original story, you have a pretty good idea how it will all end – but Apartment 7A is still an interesting chapter of the tale.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2024 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: September 19, 2024.

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

i watched iasip. once again, thank you for the long post. you really sold me on it, and i'm glad you did. i don't have anyone to share my thoughts to, so i thought i'd come back here.

(just for the record, i watched from season 5-16, because i struggle to get into shows if they start off slow. after i write this, i'm going to go back and watch season 1-4)

my first thoughts were, i'm surprised how much of the soundtrack i know. the background music and intro go so hard, don't get me wrong, but i was shocked how much of it i've already heard from youtube videos and stuff.

my seconds thoughts were. woah i hate everyone yet i care for them?? now that is good writing. but also i've never gasped or said "oh no" aloud so much while watching a show. again, good writing.

surprisingly, several of the episodes like, hit me hard and got me genuinely feeling like shit. cough the suburban house episode cough.

i was also surprised at the out right gayness. normally from these types of sitcoms, i've grown to accept the odd gay joke and gay-coded characters. but a canonically gay character that's sexuality is brought up often and isn't just stereotypes ontop of stereotypes? that (sadly) really shocked me.

i also found myself able to predict the way the episodes were gonna go, not for all of them but for quite a few. my brain would just assume the worst, and then it would happen. which, i think added to the atmosphere if anything. the dramatic irony and the dread i would feel as the episode progressed really just hooked me. i knew it was all going to shit, i hated it was all going to shit, but i couldn't stop watching.

overall, a very enjoyable show. i think i might like it a little less when i watch the earlier 4 seasons, because i'm assuming it'll be physically painful to watch. but again, thank you! you've created an iasip fan!

I'm really glad you liked it! thanks for the update bro 👍 (and are you saying you literally watched the entirety of seasons 5-16? if so that was SPEEDY as hell dude that's awesome)

and yep! a lot of the soundtrack, including the title sequence song, are just from an unlicensed free music library online lmfao, so a lot of youtubers and stuff use it when they need music that won't get them demonetized for improper copyrighting etc. this is because they started the show with such a small budget lmao, and they decided to just stick with it. it's a funny bit tbh. here's the pieces they use for score if you were wondering, I listen to them a lot lmfao it's genuinely good music (coming from a music major who listens to instrumental orchestral shit a lot lmao)

and YES it's so awesome how terrible the characters are as people, yet you're still captivated by them and genuinely care about them. that's storytelling baybee!!! some people don't really vibe with that aspect of the show and it puts them off so I’m glad you liked it.

the suburbs episode LMAO that one's a classic. something I had a bit of trouble with at the beginning was being able to separate myself from the characters and just appreciate the comedy and story from an objective standpoint. I just really tend to put myself in the characters' positions or immediately find any way I can to empathize with the scenario. but this show becomes so painful to watch if you try to do that the whole time, so learning to take myself out of the story and just really not take any of it seriously at all has been interesting to say the least. this isn't to say you shouldn't have emotional responses to the show or connect with the characters, not at all, just that I had to learn to really not take the jokes and scenarios seriously. I hope that somewhat made sense

and yes!!! canon gay representation!!! even though rob mcelhenney (guy who plays mac) isn't gay, his mom is gay and he has two gay brothers, so he has been surrounded by the queer community his entire life. he's one of the few straight men who I think are truly qualified to play a gay character, and he does it very respectfully and mindfully, while not compromising the spirit and humor of the show itself. I really respect him for that, and it's one of the things that makes this show really special to me.

(p.s. idk if you've seen mythic quest? that's another one with great gay rep. I think I remember you mentioning you'd seen it but I thought I’d put that in here just in case you haven’t)

you saying that you would predict what was going to happen next because you just thought "what's the worst way this could go," and then it did indeed follow that worst case scenario, made me laugh lmao. I have a similar experience watching. it's exactly like you said: you know it's going to shit, you hate that it's going to shit, but you just can't stop watching regardless.

and, I don't know if you’ve already watched seasons 1-4 by the time I post this, but they're really not bad at all. in fact, seasons 2 and 4 are in my top 6 seasons of the show overall, and the season 4 finale is one of the most iconic episodes in the entire series. I just meant that season 5 is a good place to start because it immediately gets going, it makes sense without too much context, and it's a good way to gauge whether you'd be into the rest of it or not. but that's awesome that you just immediately watched all the way to the present.

anyway! yippee!!! welcome to the club! I’m a pretty new fan too tbh I started watching this august, but I’m really glad I was able to recommend you something that I love, and that you really enjoy as well. lmk what you think of seasons 1-4 or if you ever want to talk more about the show, as you can see I am always down to yap about my favorite sitcoms lmao (sorry about the unnecessarily long response) happy honda days 💯

p.s. here's a picture of the sunny cast at la pride :)

[cozymochi]

🌻🌻🌻 give us your Words

THREE CRAZY FLOWERS!??? Lets goooo

🌻- A FEW DAYS AGO me and my roommate rewatched all of avatar the last airbender. I mean, we tried to years ago but we stopped because… Ok this might sound ridiculous but we stopped 5 episodes in cuz it was too good, and we needed hardcore stupid for a while. BUT WE WENT BACK IN and wrapped it up in a few days and it’s still ballin’ as ever. I don’t have much to say beyond that.

🌻- YESTERDAY, I got a Shadow the Hedgehog plushie at a comic store because. Anyway, threw on Sonic X (subbed for a change wooo) a few hours later smack in the middle of season 3 to get some Shadow vibes in cuz he is the original scrunkly. …OKAY im actually done talking about him, If I get started on my sonic bs I never stop BUT

It’s absolutely bonkers to me how Sonic X just like…has virtually no music score????? It’s been a minute since I’ve seen Season 1-2 subbed, but Season 3 has barely any compositions at all. And everything is so….slow? You know how anime used to just…stick to one shot or draw something out for a reaaally long time? That’s pretty much every episode. I chalk that up to the mid animation (it’s crazy that this will be the same studio that would eventually handle 2019 Fruits Basket). As much as I do dislike how loud and tonally deaf the 4Kids score is, I did miss the character leitmotifs a bit. I can only imagine what a combo would’ve been like with proper atmosphere. Every now and then I’d HOPE the music would pop off but there’d be whole ass action sequences and score is just a constant low, droning wubwubwubwubwub noise. Once in a blue moon an Adventure 1 event song might play BUT OTHER THAN THAT ITS DEAD SILENCE or wubwubwubwubwub. ITs Just so baffling to me considering how peak the music in the games are, you’d think that’d be utilized in it’s anime. Tho Live and Learn playing at the end of the Project Shadow arc??? Bruh. Cinema.

…Anyway all that said, the Metarex arc is still pretty peak. And I really think Sonic X would’ve benefitted hard from today’s animation standard, cuz it srsly NEEDS that sense of speed to convey the insane stuff more 😩. Though Sonic X as it was would never be made today in the “let’s be safe and squeaky bclean for the brand” landscape. Not enough hurr hurr chili dog 👹 SEE LOOK IM GOING OFF FOREVER THIS IS WHY I CANT GET ON MY BS—-

🌻- If the “talking about watching every disney film” thing ever comes out, I’m dodging copyright by re-drawing the shots we talk about or make new jokes. “But you could just use screenshots” ermmmmmmmm maybe. But what’s MORE extra than trying to go by memory AND try and show off on a thing 80% of people would only strictly listen to? ;) ….Besides, it’d be different I think. Sorta. I’d hope. It’s still in the early stages.

What if I’m not funny whaT if

[uozlulu]

Fic. Interview with the Vampire (AMC). The Streetlight Shone Brighter Because It Knew This Was the Last Time. PG.

Character(s)/Relationship(s) Daniel, his daughters; Daniel & his daughters Genre Drama/Family/Supernatural/Vampire Rating PG Word Count 1,625 Disclaimer As this is fanfiction, I do not hold copyright to the source material(s) nor do I claim that I do. This is for free entertainment purposes only. Summary Daniel’s daughters come to visit after he returns from Dubai to see him one last time. Warning(s) spoilers up through season 1 episode 7, set during the COVID-19 pandemic, major character undeath, chronic illness Notes This started as a similar fic but with an entirely different tone and vibe. I liked what it ended up evolving into much better than the first first draft I did. There’s a brief scene about Daniel getting turned. Not sure if it counts as a ship thing or not since it’s a tiny fraction of the fic and not the focus. I chose the names Mandy and Jess because I figured given the car seat statistics, Daniel’s daughters are probably Gen X.

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 The Streetlight Shone Brighter Because It Knew This Was the Last Time      

Night crept over the city. A car pulled up to a residential street and two women stepped up onto the sidewalk. Mandy and Jess Molloy were their parents’ children. Mandy was direct like their father, and could do math for days like their mother. Jess sought pleasure like their father and had their mother’s fashion sense, always wearing all of the colors of the rainbow at any given opportunity. Both of them spent most of the pandemic in recovery, neither able to avoid the virus in its early months.

Jess’ eyes took in their surroundings and lingered on their father’s place. She tugged at her gloves absently. “Someone’s got a light on.”

Mandy followed her gaze. “We might be right.” She took a deep breath. “Ready?”

“I think so.” Jess stopped tugging at her gloves. She grew quiet and her entire attention fixed on the window beside the front door.

“What?” Mandy asked. She took a step forward, putting herself partially between her little sister and the building.

“I thought I saw someone move,” Jess said, “but it was fast.” She sighed. “Let’s see what happens.”

The front door opened and Daniel stepped out onto the front step. He stood straight and his hands were still. He shut the door behind him. In the shadows of the steps, his eyes almost seemed to glow.

Mandy’s lips pressed together. She stayed just in front of Jess. Jess peered at Daniel. No one spoke. Daniel observed them standing together. He could still remember the days when Mandy ran around with her Wonder Woman doll and Jess would follow with a stuffed animal in one hand and her other hand in her mouth. Daniel swallowed. Jess’ heart beat as lively as ever, but Mandy’s heart was dissonant and overworked. Mandy’s breathing was steady and slow, but every time Jess breathed, fluid stirred in her lungs. Mandy was pale and thinner. Jess was flushed and swollen. Death seemed to cling to them more than Daniel could ever recall.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Daniel said. “Aren’t you still recovering?”

“‘Recovery is a process,’” Jess quoted him. “It wasn’t a bad trip.”

“You aren’t supposed to be here either,” Mandy said. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

‘Mandy, oh my God…’ Jess thought as she hissed, “Mandy!”

Mandy held Daniel’s gaze. Daniel did not look away. He went down the steps and settled on the sidewalk, closer to the building in the shadows than to his daughters. His eyes still seemed to glow. His stomach seemed to rumble, but it was a trick of his mind reminding him that he needed to hunt. He held his breath a moment and then said, “I am dead.”

‘Well that was fast,’ Mandy thought at the same time Jess thought, ‘At least he’s not lying.’

Daniel smiled at that. It reminded him of his daughters’ high school days. He could still remember Mandy with her small army of short-term boyfriends and choir concerts, some of which he managed to attend while Jess would try to sneak out at night or chat to the pretty girls on the other volleyball teams after the few games he managed to see. When they found him waiting for them after the show or game, they would give him the look they gave him now whenever he managed to subvert their expectations. His smile slipped away. “The funeral was three days ago, but you came looking for me. How did you know?”

Mandy and Jess exchanged looks and then their attention returned to Daniel.

“You don’t like assistants,” Mandy said. “So why would your ‘assistant’ identify your body?”

“The urn didn’t feel like Grandma or Grandpa’s urns,” Jess said. “The weight seemed wrong.”

“So, it got us thinking about vampires,” Mandy said. The word hung in the air a moment. She did not look away from Daniel and he did not look away either. “We were always home alone for one reason or another. One time during summer vacation, we went looking for the hole punch and found a bunch of tiny cassette tapes in the bottom of a drawer. They all had the same squiggle on them and letters. We were bored so we played them.”

Jess nodded. “They were better than the horror movies at the time. Louis’ voice was haunting and we had to know what happened next after each tape ended, but the ending…” She tugged at her gloves again. “The ending was the scariest part. You sounded so desperate. That’s when I realized it wasn’t some play that theater kid vampire probably wrote. You were scarier than the noisy fight that followed.”

No one spoke. Vehicles passed by sometimes playing loud music. Horns honked in the distance. The streetlights buzzed. Mandy’s heart continued to beat as best it could. Jess’ heart still beat strong but her lungs continued to gurgle. Daniels’ stomach continued to demand blood. He stayed near the shadows while his daughters remained under the streetlight. He swallowed and flexed his jaw. “Why did you think Armand wrote it?” He could not hold back the question.

“If I was going to write a dramatic gay vampire play, I’d want to pantomime the unhinged homicidal theater kid too,” Jess said.

Daniel’s stomach rumbled again. A man walked across their path with his dog. Across the street, an elderly couple returned from their walk. Mandy’s heart still beat strangely. Jess’ heart beat steadily. Her lungs kept gurgling. The neighbors’ hearts joined the beating in a chorus of drums. Today marked a week since Daniel turned and since his first kill.

He returned from Dubai when the interview wrapped with the intent to finish the book as a mortal at home. Louis and Armand joined him. As Daniel’s first draft became his second draft, his medicine failed him, his tremors grew disruptive, and his mind went in and out of fog. In time, he felt a pressure building from within and without, growing stronger with each day, hour, and minute as if death could take him after any breath it chose. He made it to a third draft one morning. By evening, he stared at the sunset, taking in all of the details while simultaneously staring at the metaphorical center of an empty hourglass.

When night fell, Daniel’s heart raced without provocation. He could barely breathe. Louis and Armand appeared at his sides, their steps too quiet to hear. They each put a hand on Daniel’s shoulders.

“Id facium,” Armand said, his voice a quiet rumble.

“Of course,” Louis said. His grip on Daniel’s shoulder tightened.

Daniel could not translate Armand’s sentence but he knew what it meant somehow. He closed his eyes. He wanted to finish the book. He wanted to see his daughters again. He wanted to feel the sun on his face. He wanted his heart to calm. He wanted his hands to stop tremoring. He wanted to think clearly. He wanted to breathe. “I’m ready,” he gasped. “Turn me.”

Louis turned the chair to face Armand. He undid the top buttons of Daniel’s shirt and parted the collar, the tips of his nails barely skimming Daniel’s skin. Armand. Armand climbed up onto the chair so he perched on either side of Daniel’s thighs. The streetlights illuminated Armand’s face from the side. He observed Daniel a long moment, his fingers sliding down Daniel’s face before leaning down, biting Daniel’s neck with force, and drinking with intent.

Daniel died in his chair and the vampire that rose from it took to the life without regret. Yet, as he stood on the sidewalk a week later, there were too many heartbeats reverberating in his ears. There were too many veins brimming with blood. He breathed deeply and inhaled the scent of blood from an animal fight not far away. His stomach protested. He could not linger, but he could not seem to leave.

“Dad?” Mandy asked. She took a few steps forward until she was on the edge of the streetlight. Jess followed with each step.

Daniel stepped back, brushing up against the building behind him. He licked his lips and shook his head. “‘Did you eat the baby?’” he murmured to himself too quiet for his daughters to hear. His gaze returned to Mandy and Jess. “I love you,” he said so they could hear it. He meant it. He always meant it. “But you can’t look for me anymore. I can’t…” he swallowed, “I can barely control this.” He took a deep breath and stepped forward swiftly. He gathered his daughters into his arms and hugged them tight. Mandy and Jess had barely any time to react before Daniel let them go and seemingly vanished into the shadows. He fled the borough.

Tears stung Mandy’s eyes and flowed down Jess’ cheeks.

“He was so cold…” Jess whispered.

Mandy put her arm around Jess’ shoulders. Jess put an arm around Mandy’s waist. Mandy’s eyes scanned the street and the sky. For a moment, she thought she saw a figure watching from the window, but the figure disappeared from sight the instant she registered his presence. She hugged her sister tighter and guided them to the car. “Do you want to come home with me tonight? I’ve got the place to myself.”

“Yeah,” Jess said. She hugged Mandy and then slowly let go.

Mandy headed to the driver’s side, careful of traffic. Jess paused with her hand on the passenger side door handle. Eyes seemed to glow from an alley but they were not their father’s eyes. The eyes kept watching. Jess swallowed and got in the car, closing the door with a swift thud.

Mandy started the car, merged into traffic, and they left the city never to return to this place again.

 The End

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AU Fics (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

7-Eleven (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) luke/ashton T, 74k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is a master of thievery. He steals from general stores, food markets, jewelry shops, museums, and people’s homes. Never once did he get caught nor did anyone find out his identity. He loves being a thief. Stealing is his addiction, and he has no intention on curing it.

However, there is one place and one place alone that he does not steal from, and that’s the 7-Eleven at the corner street. He goes in late at night to buy things for himself and to see a boy who works during that time named Luke Hemmings.

Back In high school (we used to take it slow) (ao3) - heart_is_gonna_flatline michael/luke, calum/ashton N/R, 13k

Summary: Or, Luke starts a new job as an English teacher in a high school, he meets Michael, the music teacher, and they start a musical project together. (Of course they fall in love along the way)

cake topics (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 39k

Summary: Every morning that week, Calum goes back to the bakery, collects his lemon bar, and sets up on the terrace with his laptop.

And every morning that week, he sees the tall guy with off duty model vibes, right around the same time, always carrying his iced coffee, always wearing a leather jacket. Since he’s all the way across the street, Calum doesn’t really get a good look at him beyond basic shapes, so the off duty model thing is based entirely on his build and the fact that he looks sort of effortlessly put together with his leather jacket and casual sneakers.

That’s probably why Calum waves like a maniac and blurts, “Hey buddy!” when he comes face to face with the guy when he’s in line for his lemon bar the following Monday morning.

Camera Guy - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, luke/calum/ashton E, 12k

Summary: Calum briefly glances up at him through his lashes, mouth still on Ashton’s skin. He wonders in a somewhat mocking tone, “What, and you’re gonna film it for us too, huh?”

“I mean if you guys want me to,“ Luke replies.

Cicada Days - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/calum E, 20k

Summary: “Y’know,” Calum declares and he completely blames the alcohol in his veins for his candidness when, if he’s being honest, he only had a couple drinks, “I’ve always thought the hottest thing a man could be was a good cornhole player.”

or, the one where Luke is a competitive college cornhole player and Calum really wants to see what other kinds of holes he's good with.

cream, no sugar (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum T, 15k

Summary: Calum loves his job.

Travelling so often is just a side effect of his job, and of the promotion he’d been given almost six months ago. One perk of all the back-and-forth he does in order to keep his fancy new title of Senior Project Manager of Copyright & Publishing is: Luke.

Luke is a flight attendant who works for United Airlines. When Calum’s lucky, he’s a flight attendant on the flight Calum is on, to wherever his next hotel room turned conference room is located. He’s been lucky more often than not lately, because Luke has been on every flight that Calum has been on for the past eight weeks.

Denouement (Love is Almost Always Accidental) (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/ashton T, 28k

Summary: Ashton’s parents send him to boarding school in Paris, where he is immediately charmed by Luke. Unfortunately, Luke has a boyfriend.

fate lines (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 44k

Summary: Calum makes decisions based on things that happen, and his life is a result of his series of choices, not some higher power pulling the strings. But there’s always an anomaly to the rule. To be discounted if looking at a trend, but there for a reason.

Luke Hemmings is Calum’s anomaly.

Because one thing Calum does know for sure. He met Luke Hemmings for a reason. He’s just never been sure what that reason is.

food porn (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 24k

Summary: Hi Cal,

Is Cal too forward? It feels it but I don’t know if that’s your full name or not so I’m going to stick to it.

I feel like I need to actually craft a proper thank you and I’m sorry if this is oddly personal, I’ve literally never written a thank you email to a blog before, is this how you’re meant to frame it?

I literally can’t cook for shit, I’ve never learnt how. My mum keeps saying that I’ll never amount to anything if I don’t learn (I have a job), so I’m trying but I’m still well, pretty shitty. I feel like I need to thank you for all your service so far in making me a more adjusted man, you have no idea what presence you’ve had in my life over the past six months. I’ve made so many of your recipes I’m basically your biggest fan.

Honeysuckle - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton, ashton/ofc E, 28k

Summary: Ashton realizes fairly soon into touring that remembering names isn’t worth his time.

or, it’s the 1970s, Ashton is a homophobic lead singer and Luke is the new gay roadie on tour with his band.

More than the Storm (ao3) - JetBlackHeart michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 11k

Summary: Luke isn't very good at chemistry, is very quiet, and has a thing for boys with tattoos and facial piercings. Michael is very good at chemistry, has a rebellious attitude, and likes to flirt with cute blonde boys.

A generic highschool AU where Calum gets wet, Luke gets scared, Michael gets woken up, Ashton gets a phonecall, and everyone gets something a bit more than the storm.

nice ring to it (ao3) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: Luke and Michael drunkenly meet at a bar, and wind up married to each other. Calum and Ashton are less than impressed with Michael’s impulsive decision.

SOS Hungry night (ao3) - heart_is_gonna_flatline luke/calum N/R, 18k

Summary: Calum and Duke meet Luke and his food truck one night, and Luke can’t seem to leave Calum’s life after that. Not that Calum complains.

take my hand, now and forever (don’t ever let go) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) calum/ashton T, 9k

Summary: Ashton is a single parent who’s not had good luck with dating ever since his son was brought into his life. Then, he meets Calum, who’s the first guy who’s ever shown interest in him and his son.

The Bodyguard (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 138k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is a hot and famous celebrity that all the people love, look up to, or despise. He’s cocky, selfish, and always puts himself before others. Despite his personality, he’s pretty much wanted by everyone in the world.

But when things escalate to the point that Ashton nearly gets kidnapped, his manager assigns a boy named Luke Hemmings to become Ashton’s personal bodyguard, much to the star’s reluctance and annoyance.

Now Luke follows Ashton wherever he goes to make sure he’s safe from any danger, but Ashton is determined to get rid of his bodyguard as soon as possible.

twink boy bottom erotica. (ao3) - badomensbaby luke/calum E, 13k

Summary: in which luke agrees to be calum’s model for his photography project.

W (ao3) - HolyAFIx94  calum/ashton G, 7k

Summary: ♡ Wildflower. A flower is planted somewhere beneath the skin and upon meeting your soulmate, it will start to sprout and blossom accordingly with your relationship with the soulmate ♡

we’re better off together here tonight (ao3) - mukelftv luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 6k

Summary: When Luke starts servicing movie star Ashton Irwin as part of his job as an escort, things get a little more serious than expected.

what a ghostly scene - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Michael, Luke and Ashton are paranormal investigators. They hunt ghosts for a living. There's a house Michael has wanted to investigate ever since he was a little boy. Finally, the owner gives them permission to investigate it. Unfortunately, not everything goes to plan.

when the party ends (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 30k

Summary: Sadly, Calum is going to have to buy this bottle of wine. Is he torturing himself unnecessarily? Definitely. He can’t even really make himself feel pathetic about it, though. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing. Of why he misses Luke so much. Of why drinking this wine alone in his apartment is a bad idea. Even without Luke actually being present, Calum is using him.

a heaven, iowa songfic.

[abbinurmel]

As an angsty goth kid who was going to see this premiere on my birthday, I was ready since the first trailer dropped TO BASE MY WHOLE LIFE ROUND THIS....but didn't. The big problem 9 suffers is not only how mediocre it is. But I really think he's onto something about it being a game once. I dunno if @bogleech is aware, but the short it was based on had both fewer characters-only 2 in fact -and no dialogue; two things that would've made this a far better film. And, the way characters transition in one scene to the next, felt *extremely* game like then, and still does. It's what caused the movie to feel so complicatedly confusing, yet flat, both with critics and casual viewers alike, in every review I read, even the positive ones. What I mean by that is, great distances between locations often just ....skip over. Parts where a character *should* require long periods to travel somewhere else important, or any parts where it's going to establish how somebody got the MacGuffin item, or, any scenes that were about somebody traveling *back* to the first spot from where they came from in urgency, when previously the movie established you have to walk a great distance and sneak past obstacles to get from point A back to point B....All those kind of "transitory" moments, they just wouldn't have them. Even what could potentially just be a quick montage displaying the travel, the plot of 9 will hastily jump past and cut straight to the next monster fight, or next major story beat. It doesn't feel frenetic to watch. It's just very similar to hearing a person *describe* a story, it does not *soak* you in it. For a film about wandering in a vast wasteland, that's a very big mistake. You want to *linger quietly* in this type of world, you've got to slow burn it much as possible. You do not want to bore the audience, but, it's not really about the plot or the backstory lore in films like this. You want instead for the viewer to lie back & ***vibe***, like how most Studio Ghibli or David Lynch films do it, not to be spoonfed every. single. one. of the basic popcorn tropes.

As a result, it's a film thats **exactly** like a game- the parts a player would do themselves have all just been erased out, leaving only the cutscenes- like when you defeat a boss or unlock the next diary secret- THAT is all we get here. It leaves you feeling EXACTLY like you just watched a compilation on YouTube, the kind of video that cuts out gameplay, just so we can see all the spoilers of the game. This truly felt like so many old dime a dozen licensed PS2 games, which is still so very tragic, years later, considering the premise is so good.

.... and the trailer? STILL ABSOLUTELY GOD TIER.

SO. FUCKIN. CRIMINAL. SO damned fucking criminal this film's score does not have Coheed and Cambria, or any sort of metal. I feel bad dumping on the composer, the actual score's okay. I'm sure they worked hard. But you simply don't top this. They shoulda crammed this film full of Linkin Park and Papa Roach and Korn every 00s angsty white boi band hit ever made, good or bad. Even if you hated that genre(and I very often did), do NOT tell me this film isn't tailor made for it. Not doing that choice imo made this film fail right out of the gate. It 1000% deserved metal, be it original or copyrighted hits. Never in my life have I ever felt so robbed feeling regarding a stupid thing like this in a film. I'm not even a huge fan of this movie. I never was. I'm still years later pissed livid about this.

9 (2009)

A movie 14 year old me was so excited to see and in my little head would totally break the barrier animation had for just being for children and usher a new age. Looking back tho its clear the true target demographic was goth kids, who are frankly a more important demographic to appease then any other.

I last watched it ages ago and i'm due for a rewatch. I remmeber it being...neat.

I remember even 14 year old me finding the characters disapointing cliche, as much as "evil priest" and "silent twins" and "mad artist" are stock characters in media with this sorta flavor. There being a single female amoungst them is likely the result of wanting to have one who's gimmick is being "female", but I guess there is something unintentionally interesting having this one fragment of a dead scientist's soul be somehow feminine in nature. My favourite was 8 cause i have a soft spot for characters who are just henchmen.

The movie does deliver when it comes to being about seeing hackey sack babies trying to fight a hoard of evil robots made of garbage.

Its been so long since I've seen this movie so I dont really know how I'd feel about it now.

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DOMESTIC MORNINGS WITH ENHYPEN !

pairing: enhypen x reader genre: lots and lots of fluff warnings: none but it might make you feel single so read with caution :’)

˒ this is the first time im trying the headcanon format hehe im a bit nervous about it but it was actually really fun to make tbh !!

HEESEUNG ー 이희승.

mornings that start very late. him being drowsy and pulling you back into bed whenever you move to stand up. lots of bedhead and lots of ‘five more minutes’ that eventually lead to more hours of cuddling. accidentally falling asleep as your hands run through his hair. very soft snores and gentle, sleepy caresses. only wakes up when you shove yourself away from his grasp to begin making lunch - because mornings with heeseung always result in missing breakfast. getting up with a groan and small scowl because he’d much rather cuddle and lay in bed than make breakfast when he could just heat up instant ramen. unplanned slow dancing in the kitchen with his hands wrapped around your waist and head tucked into your neck. jokes exchanged over your shared meal. washing dishes beside each other and giggling when you begin competing on who can splash the most bubbles on the other the fastest.

JAY ー 박정성.

eyes fluttering open from sleep, making eye-contact through the drowsiness and lightly chuckling. pulling you tightly against him with a blissful sigh. rubbing your shoulders. asking if you slept well in a croaky morning voice that you can’t keep yourself from snickering at. eyes snapping wide when you try to kiss him; pushing himself closer to the wall and crying out a ‘my morning breath!’. making you sit and relax as he whips out pan after pan to make a full course breakfast that will blow your mind away. smirking at you when he catches you staring at him. bragging about his apron and how the cloth was a perfect match to the vibe of cooking breakfast, yet failing to remember his cartoon character slippers.

JAKE ー 심재윤.

mornings with jake always seem sunny, even when it isn’t. greets you with a compliment every morning. would laugh when you push your head into his shirt, cringing at the how corny it was. asks you about your dream (if you had one) - and makes sure to get all the details and react accordingly. brushes your hair out of your face. coos at how puffy you look. lots of grins, lots of quiet talking. intertwines your pinkys together and leaves pecks on the palms of your hands. getting ready together. brushing your teeth together. tackling you with his loud laughing ringing in the air as you pulled his headband down while he washed his face. eating lunch instead of breakfast because of how long it took you to get ready, and having ramen and spam for the 5th time that week.

SUNGHOON ー 박성훈.

snickers in amusement when he wakes up to see you already looking at him. makes a lot of jokes about his beauty but proceeds to divert his compliments to you. reduces you to a blushing mess early in the morning. facing each other on your sides and speaking in hushed voices. smiling at each other with a laugh when the air gets too romantic. pulls you in for a quick peck before urging you to start getting ready. sipping on coffee while you happily make breakfast. dances with you after some prodding on your part. admiring your bare face in the healthy glow of the sunrise with a dumb, lopsided grin. denies it when you accuse him of staring at you. but ultimately admits it when you leave for school (or work) later that morning.

SUNOO ー 김선우.

lets you cling onto him as he curls into the corner. wakes up to you holding up his dry sheet mask in question. giggling and getting the mask from you with red cheeks. lots of stretching. lots of puffy pouting. animatedly tells you about what he dreamt that night. gasps and excitedly asks what you’re ordering for lunch. finding you cute and squealing as he hugs you. throwing around conversations throughout the apartment as you busily got ready for the day. reminds you to take your vitamins. kissing your cheek for every tablet you take. lots of laughs over lunch. giving you a short and loving speech before you leave for school. never forgets to give you a lot of finger hearts and remind you that he loves you.

JUNGWON ー 양정원.

sleeps peacefully under your soft gaze. remaining unaware of your concern for him as you pull him towards you and begin humming soft melodies while your hands comb through his brown locks. quietly snores against your neck. fidgets in his sleep, hands lightly clenching your shirt. wakes up in your arms confused. ‘oh, you were already up? why didn’t you wake me?’. smiles at you gratefully when shake your head and place quick massages on the knotted areas of his back. sighing into your hair. competitions in the bathroom over menial things like brushing your teeth. laughing in the kitchen as you attempt to make faces out of pancake mix. eventually arguing over the dining table about who made the ugliest pancake. you lost because his insults were too good.

NI-KI ー 니-키.

he hasn’t let go of you since you got under the covers together and still doesn’t plan to. denies he’s awake when you prod him to withdraw his arms from your waist. whines a lot. reaches out for you like a newborn baby. spits out a lot of half-assed excuses for you to come back into bed with him. continues to cling onto you from the bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen. tries to help you with breakfast and pouts when you dramatically blocked him from entering the kitchen. resolves to only hug you and pepper your face with kisses as you make food for the both of you. compliments you when he finally gets to eat it. teases you by pretending to drop a plate as you wash the dishes together. laughing uncontrollably when you hit him with your soap covered washing glove.

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Something About Us ~ jhs

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•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: Your Soulmate was the one you always wanted, but your Healmate is the one you will always need.

•••> Pairing(s): Hoseok/Reader

•••> Word Count: 833

•••> Rating: 18+

Copyright © 2021 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.

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Just as the evening was beginning to wind down, transitioning from high-tempo songs about grooving to the beat and dancing the night away to sadder songs about lost love and doomed relationships, you had the sudden urge to pee.

Blue incandescence lit the room to set the mood while all of the solo dancers reached around to grab a partner. You had half the mind to stay for the next song that began to play, yet you decided against it as your bladder insisted that you made a trip to the restroom. After telling Farah where you were going (and inviting her to go with you, of course), she decided to stay on the dance floor to vibe.

The line wasn’t too bad, yet you felt time beginning to slow due to what you assumed was the alcohol making your brain fuzzy. You were very much aware of how much time was passing because of how often you checked the time on your phone, yet an odd sensation tickled your brain and changed your perception to make it feel like you were in the line for over an hour. Right before you entered a stall, however, the time on your phone proved that you had only been waiting for seven minutes.

After you finished up your business and treaded carefully out the door, only to check the time again, you became worried. Eleven minutes had passed. You swore that you were moving incredibly slow all the while feeling completely sober. Your heart was swelling with an unfamiliar heat that warmed your limbs as it used to with Chunghee.

Why is time so slow? Why does it seem like the room is growing quieter? And why does it look like all of the lights are centering on the middle of the dance floor?

Your trek to the glowing beacon on the dance floor was worrisome because you were afraid that you had drank too much. The confusion only set in further because you did not remember drinking that much. You had, at most, four shots that you watched like a hawk from the moment they were poured by the bartender, so you couldn’t have been drugged. Your tolerance for alcohol was incredibly high and you always had a handle for control, leading you to rule out being drunk too. Something was off.

The loud bass of the music suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a deafening silence that rung in the large room, and you were left with wide, shocked eyes. A sudden tug at your heart from your third entity sent you into a state so perplexing that all you could do was stand still and take in the moment like a deer in headlights.

People around you moved in a blur. You could still see that they were dancing. Singing. Smiling.

Yet a blur of motion made the finer details of everyone fuzzy. Your eyes, on instinct, searched for anything stable that they could latch onto so that you could attempt to regain your focus. Almost in a panic, your eyes sifted through the venue for anything solid so that the fever pitch of silence and craze could finally stop.

And then you found him.

Short, black hair slicked back with a strand hanging down to slightly cover the soothing color surrounding the pupils. A dark purple jumpsuit adorning broad shoulders and long legs that stood frozen on the other end of the dance floor.

Dark eyes locked onto yours.

Just as the world slowed, it resumed when you met his gaze in a snap of sound that practically gave you whiplash. A new song started when you came back to reality and time resumed its natural flow. The lights tainted from blue to purple, creating an odd contrast to the color in his suit. With the mixture of shades in purple, his body took on a strangely dark color of black.

The magnetism was undeniable. Your third entity swam within the constructs of your mind, diving in search of something unknown yet familiar. Something experienced yet completely brand new. It gave you the same inclination that you must go to him to discover the uncharted depths just as it had when you first met Chunghee.

“You.”

You whispered the word to yourself, helpless to the need to speak his existence into your reality even as the loud, beginning chords of the synthesizer in the Daft Punk song led into the twangs of a bass and plucks of a guitar.

You read about him. You researched carefully who he was. What he embodied and represented. What he meant to you if it were true.

Getting through the crowd to get to him was a difficult task made easier when you realized that he also approached you from his end. You would meet in the middle of the dance floor eventually and your breaths came shallowly as you anticipated what would happen then.

Would you hug him? Would you hate him? Would you love him?

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[ramp-it-up]

Damage, Pt. 2

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Holly Woods

Word Count: 3.8 K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF  Read at your own risk. Pining, angst, FWB, graphic sex, protected sex, talk of getting tested for STD’s, Krispy Kreme, and all the feels.

A/N: It’s my birthday and I missed Rafa and Holly, so I wrote my own deliverance. At this point, these two are so oblivious, it isn’t funny. This happens just after Last Christmas.

This December adventure began early that morning, as Daveed and Rafa taught your writing classes and then hosted a Holiday showcase for your kids. 

They donated their time and talents as a favor for you. It was so damn cute and thoughtful that you’d thanked Rafael and then kissed him under the mistletoe. Almost as if you were in a relationship.

Almost.

You weren’t in a relationship, however. You’d only shared two nights together, as friends who fucked, and you had an understanding that it wouldn’t be any more than that. Rafael and you had an agreement to service each other for the time being, no commitment, no feels. 

And who were you to him? He was a creative, a star who could jet off around the world in a moment’s notice for a glamorous affair.  You were just a school teacher who worked every day in LA. Rafael would never want you for his girl. So this situationship served a utilitarian purpose, not a romantic one. 

After the kiss, Rafael’s mind was whirring. He slowly backed away and checked the time, noticing that it was just after 9 pm. The night was young. He didn’t want the night with you to end. 

Rafael felt the urge to be with you again, but he didn’t want to push his luck. You were so dope and the fact that you didn’t know it made you even more so.  You were refreshing with your intelligence, adding to the facts that you did not give a fuck who he was, did not play to his ego, and did not want him to wife you.  

That last part was refreshing, but also troubling as he evaluated his feelings for you. But there were no feelings to be involved; you’d made that clear.  If he fell for you, you’d probably end it. You clearly didn’t want to be bothered with his lifestyle, and frankly, he didn’t deserve you. 

But he could possibly have tonight. It would be the last chance to be with you before you went to Houston to visit your family for Christmas, and the thoughts of you he’d had since Tuesday couldn’t wait another week.

You gathered yourself together and got your emotions in check.  You told yourself that you were just fond of him as a friend, but that’s where the sentiment ended.  You only had to repeat that to yourself about three times before your heart started to slow down.

Rafael smiled at you, crossing his legs and leaning on your desk while watching you work, finally getting your things together so that you could leave.  It had been a long day.

You were wearing your work clothes, white button down shirt, black pencil skirt and heels. Your Christmas cardigan had been discarded when you started cleaning up. That skirt was fit. ting.  Damn, that ass.  You were all covered up, but the clothes got him a little hard. 

You watched him watching you and gave him a smile that made his blue-greens light up.

“Did you have fun with my badass kids today?” 

Rafa laughed at your joke. He saw how much you loved your students. 

“They’re not bad. Some kids just need different ways to learn and show that they’ve learned. But you know that already.”

He shook his head at you. He could read you like a book.

“You try to pretend that you’re mean Ms. Woods but I know better. They wouldn’t love you so much if you were mean to them. Like young Timothy. He sure does love you a lot. You’re… what is it he called you?  His Cutie Pie?” Rafa looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. Timmy was his nemesis.

There was something in his voice that made you stop and look.  Could Rafa be jealous of a kindergartner?  Nah. But he was certainly worked up.

You smiled mischievously, walking towards him with some workbooks in your hand.

“I am ‘Mean Ms. Woods.’” 

You came close to him and leaned beside him to put the workbooks on your desk. Standing in front of him, your legs on either side of his, Rafael got caught up. He kept his hands clasped in front of him and eyes on you as you got close. But he couldn’t help but lean in, try to look down your shirt and kiss you on your neck.  

You stepped back before his lips made contact, teasing him.  The way he huffed and clenched his jaw got you going. That smoldering look and flashing green eyes always did.

You  definitely wanted to give him some, if he wanted, after what he had pulled off today for your kids.  You were happy that he seemed to want you too. But you were chilling. You wondered about other women in his rotation. 

You laughed a little and smiled, shaking your head at yourself.

“What?” 

Rafa smiled, seeing that you were flustered about something and hoping that something was him. He knew the cat and mouse game was just beginning.

It had been just three days but he was feening for you. Especially after seeing you with your kids this morning. You were something special. Someone he couldn’t let… He stopped his train of thought as you started talking.

“Timothy is a handful.  Mischievous, hella smart, quick witted. And a little charmer. He’s always trying to get a kiss. He has a ton of potential. Reminds me of someone else…” 

Rafael’s quick wit turned you the fuck on. Not to mention his face. And... Whew. Your thoughts were getting out of control. 

The way you were smiling at him made Rafa‘s heart leap. He tried to push the emotions down and just feel the physical.  But he did care about you. A lot. 

“Ok, enough about Timenstien.  Let’s talk about adult things…”  He just wanted to pick you up and carry you outta here the way you cocked your head at him.

“...Like the arrangement for benefits without borders. The tests, the shot… “ You just continued to stare at him.  When you licked your lips, Rafa put his hands in front of him to cover up his hard on.

You laughed again. “‘Benefits Without Borders,’ you should copyright that.”  

“Yeah, or call it, ‘FWB Raw’” Rafael had jokes.

You cracked up.  “I can’t with you, Rafa.”

Rafael’s face fell. “I mean your jokes, I can’t with your jokes. Sheesh.” 

You turned around to gather more books. Rafa fixed his face, but his eyes couldn’t leave your ass.

“Anyway, I already started the process. I went and was able to get an appointment Wednesday after school, so the shot should take effect next week.”

After the night you’d had Tuesday, you definitely wanted to experience that again. It was fortunate that your doctor had an opening on such short notice.

Rafa’s heart leapt when he heard that, but his face showed no emotion, just a cocked eyebrow when you turned back around.

“Word?”

“Word. Yeah, I’m actually leaving Sunday morning, Christmas Eve, and won’t be back until the 30th...So.”

“So…” Rafa’s eyes, they were changing colors on you. It put you off balance.

“So, if we go get the tests tonight, next week might be available for no barrier method benefits between friends  That is if you still want to….” You bit your lip. Rafa cleared his throat and you saw a smile playing around his mouth.

“Let’s think about the last time when that almost happened.” And he paused so you could go there. You had to lean on one of the children’s tables to think of the shower. You were most definitely wet right now.  

Rafa watched you as you had to open your mouth to breathe.Yes, he was definitely about to get some tonight. He wanted more than just sex, but right now he would take what he could get. Then your face changed to uncertainty.

“By the time I get back, you’ll probably have other plans for New Year’s weekend…”

Rafa was confused. “Nah, I’m going next door for Utkarsh and Naomi’s party… aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you-- we-- might have dates or something.”

Ohhhhh. That’s what was up. Rafa nodded.  Shit.  You might have someone else in the rotation.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. True that.  There’s a couple of people, I mean. A few.”

Rafa was lying through his teeth, no one in his phone could hold a candle to you. Sure, they were ready, willing and able. But they were not you. And you didn’t have to know that.

“See, so…”

Rafa mourned the lost vibe.  He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not caring how it looked anymore. You watched him and longed to have your fingers in his mane, but you were chilling.

“Look. The other night we said that this was a special deal between us. I don’t wanna tie you down.  We’ll just see how things go, I mean, you might hook up in Houston…” He watched you, waiting for you to deny it.

You didn’t deny it simply because you did not know how to say that the only one you wanted to take advantage of the situation was him. You just stared at him. When you didn’t say anything, he went on.

“...old flames, new boos, whatever.  The tests will be good information to have in any circumstance.  I say we go for it.”

"Let's get it!"

An hour later you were at the Krispy Kreme donuts on Crenshaw on the way to your place. You had already dropped your car off and were now chilling with the homie after getting tested for STDs. 

You were staring in the window of the bakery, watching the donuts getting that hot glaze now and licking your lips.  They were so tempting. You were thinking donuts and Rafa was thinking the same about your lips.

"I don't think these will help with my anemia."  Your little laugh was so cute to Rafa.

The only bad news you’d got from the blood tests was that you needed more iron. You were both clean and ready to go.

"Let's get some. That glaze does something to me. I just want to lick some of that creamy stuff from around that hole..." Rafa was staring at you while he spoke, the “Hot Donuts Now” sign casting an eerie red light on half of his face.

"You’re so nasty...." you giggled.

Rafael screwed up his face. 

"What? I'm talking ‘bout some donuts.  I don't know what you're talking about." Rafa felt irrationally happy being here with you. Because you were a great friend. Yeah, that was it.

You got a dozen and left on the way to your house.  You stole a donut while riding. You looked at him while licking your fingers.

You’d decided that you wanted to have him before you left, even if you had to use protection. After you ate the donut, you put your thumb in your mouth, sucked for a second, and removed it with a loud pop, still staring at Rafa.

He almost pulled over to the side of the road.  But he was determined. "Hmmmm." Was all he replied as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

You put your hand on Rafael’s knee and moved it up a few inches to his dick. It was appropriately swollen. You smiled and started stroking it through his pants.  You felt it get harder. 

"I’ve been thinking about you a lot tonight. What you did for the kids was so… It was nice. On the other hand, I can’t wait for you to fuck my throat."

Rafa almost choked on nothing. You always surprised him and made him feel like an insecure, horny teenage boy.  But he wasn't going out like that. You were just a few minutes from your place.

"You know what. I'd love to see those tits right now."

“Right now? While you are driving?”

“I’m grown. Been driving since I was 15. I got this.”

You giggled, but reached up and unbuttoned your shirt. Your breasts were bathed in the moonlight, sitting perky and upright in your sheer black bra. Holy fuck. Your nipples were calling to him.

He'd distracted you from his dick, but his mouth was watering.  All he wanted was to fulfill your dirty fantasies. He reached your apartment and turned off the car.  You leaned back against the window. Rafael turned towards you, appraising you impassively. He had to use his acting skills to seem calm. Damn, you had him twisted.

"Touch them for me."

You licked your lips at his command.

"But I think I still have some glaze on my..."

Rafa just stared at you.

You did as you were told and pulled your bra cups down, freeing your breasts.  You started feeling and pulling on your nipples.  Your eyes were half closed in ecstasy as you started moaning and fogging the windows of Rafa’s car. He was right there with you as he palmed himself through his pants and feasted his eyes on you for a few minutes.

He leaned over and took over your breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked each of them, making you wet all over again.

“Mmmmm. So sweet.” He looked up at you, his breath fanning your face from below.

You giggled. “It’s the icing from the donut.”

“Nah girl, it’s just how you taste. Like the sweetest ambrosia.”

Damn, his words. Rafael Casal and his damn words. You just stared at him, speechless.

Rafael drew in a ragged breath and reached over to pull your bra up and button your shirt just enough to be decent going into your apartment. It was so tender. But in a no feels kind of way.

“Let’s go on up.”

Rafa peered into your soul. Sure, you wanted him. But was it really just for friendship and occasional dick?

“Eager, are we?”

His voice did something to you. The soft tenor and the earnestness of his requests of you made you melt. How did he do things to you without touching you? You didn’t want to analyze it too much, so you threw the question back on him.

“You’e not?”  Your challenge threw him off. He chuckled to hide his nerves.

“Yes, I’m eager Holly.  I’ve been thinking about the last time since the last time. I want you.”

You closed your eyes and licked your lips, trying to center yourself. “That’s cool.”

You reached for your bag and moved to get out of the car.

“Hold on,” Rafa moved quickly to get out and go around to open the door for you, his chivalry not unnoticed by you. Again, the little things made you want him even more.  This was not going to be good for your heart when he decided to move on.

You led the way to your place and started up the stairs to your apartment before him.

It seemed as if that ass was going left to right in slow motion as Rafael watched it intently. He shook his head to see if he was bugging. When you glanced at him over her shoulder, he knew.

He grinned at you and looked back at it when you turned back around, catching a glimpse of a garter belt on your thighs through the slit in your skirt as you climbed the stairs.

Holy fuck! He had to have you. He rubbed his fingers right before reaching out to verify, then drew them back, because it wouldn’t do to fuck you outside on the stairs of your apartment building.

Rafa gave you some space as you opened the door, but as soon as you were inside, he pushed you up against the wall, hands everywhere.  It seemed as if he’d waited forever and not just three days. You had him addicted. 

You moaned as Rafael started kissing down your neck to your cleavage, dropping your bags on the floor by your feet. He saw a peek of your black bra through your shirt. He remembered the garter set and had to see the entire affect. He backed up, taking you in from head to toe.

"You wanna take those clothes off, or do you want me to rip them off?"

You smiled. "I guess I'll choose the first option."

You slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and peeled the skirt from your hips. It was so seductive that by the time you were done, Rafa had undressed as well, his thick dick in his hands, getting it ready for you.

You stood before him, in a sheer black lace bra and garter set, with no panties. The fact that you had been like that all day under your clothes made him get even harder. And you were looking at what he was holding and licking your lips.

"You hungry?"

"Yes. Please."

"C'mere."

Rafael laid you down on the couch. He turned your head and filled your mouth as he stood at one end of the sofa. He used his free hand to twist and flick your rock hard nipples through your bra. Damn, he loved it when you moaned with his dick in your mouth.

“You like that Holly? This what you wanted?”

You were ravenous, stroking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth naturally. And you were busy, so you just nodded. Rafa continued to torture your nipples with one hand, but moved his other hand down to your clit, swirling insistent and concentrated circles around it.

You were so worked up that it did not take too long for him to manipulate an orgasm from you. “Damn, girl.” 

He was in heaven as you came with your mouth around his dick. Good thing, it muffled the sound. He was concentrating on not shooting off down your throat as he watched you, writhing in your garter set and licking his fingers, and then moving down to eat some of your delicious cream. 

Rafa held your hips down mercilessly as you fought your next orgasm.  He tongued you through it, taking all that you had to give him and successfully keeping you from running from it.

When he rose from between your legs, and wiped his face with the back of his hand, you looked as if you were going to sleep, your eyes vacant and rolling back in your head.  You were in shock from all the pleasure.

"Get that ass up."

You languidly obeyed and stood before him, eyes glowing and sexy ass lips smiling. Something in Rafael’s heart lurched and he couldn’t explain to anyone why. He was mad for some reason. 

Conflicted with different emotions, he just grabbed your waist and roughly turned you around, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back as he bent you over the arm of the couch.

You looked amazing in what you were wearing. He rubbed your ass before he smacked it, hard. Rafa was rewarded with a moan and an arched back. 

“Are you ready for this dick?” He smiled as he put the tip alllllmost in.

“Wait…”

Then he remembered.  “Shit.” 

He went into your bedroom, seeing your suitcase set up and mostly packed for the trip.  He brushed away the feeling that he had at what that meant and quickly went to your bedside table for a condom. He didn’t want to lose the vibe.

He came back into the living room to the sight of you still bent over, head resting on the couch cushion.  He stroked himself to full staff again, put the condom on, and lined up with your cunt.

“Still ready?” 

He didn’t have to ask as he heard your moan and felt you try to push back to take him.  He stilled your movement with this hand on your hip, wanting to prolong the anticipation.  His heart skipped a beat as you asked him for it.

“Please, Rafa, please give it to me…”

“Damn.”

He sank into you, none too easily. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. And so wet. I love to see you cream for me, Holly. Can’t wait to feel it again.” He couldn’t wait until you returned, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about condoms. That is if you hadn’t…

He brushed the thought of you with another man out of his mind and slapped your ass, angry again.  You whimpering beneath him had him almost out of control.  You, it seemed, were on the same page.

“Oh, Rafa.  I’m so close already. I’m going to….” Rafa just kept hitting that spot, making your knees buckle. You were grateful for the support of the couch arm.

“Fuck, Rafa… I’m gonna c-c-cummmmmm.” You started pounding around him, and he grabbed the back of your neck.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fuck, fuck.” Rafa had no other words at the moment.

You were screaming into the couch cushion as he emptied his cum into the condom, his hips stuttering and erratic in their rhythm. 

He leaned over you and onto your back after he was spent, for just a few moments. Then, he straightened up and made his way to your bathroom to get rid of the condom. 

Rafael washed up a little and looked at himself in the mirror. It was hopeless.  He brought out a washcloth for you and found you curled up on the couch.

“Let me..” Rafa approached you to clean you up, and you let him, trying not to register the intimacy and tenderness of the act.  He was just being a good friend.

When he was done, you thanked him and went to the bathroom, shaking your head at yourself in the mirror. You felt helpless and a slave to the feelings that weren’t supposed to be there.

You made your way back into your bedroom, took off the garter and hose, and pulled on some sweats and a tee.

In the living room, Rafa was dressed as well. And standing by the door. Your heart sank a little. But you smiled and went toward him.

“Thank you, that was just what I needed after a long week. You headed out?”

Why didn’t you just invite him to stay over?

“Yeah, I better go. You probably have a ton to do before you leave.”

Rafael didn’t know how to say that he wanted to stay, but if he did, he would wind up saying too much. “Can I have a hug?” He needed you in his arms, just one more time.

You smiled at him. “Is it even a question, after what we just did?”

You were sad that he didn’t want really to hug, he just wanted to fuck. He was just being nice, but that didn’t keep you from burying your head in his chest and squeezing tight as you went into his embrace. 

Rafael inhaled the scent of your hair and closed his eyes as he cradled you, holding you close to his heart. “You have a safe trip, and a good time with your people. Merry Christmas again, Holly.”

Your eyes welled up as you kept your head in his chest. “I will, Rafa. Thank you so much again for today. It was everything. Merry Christmas, Rafa. Have a good one.”

You lowkey wiped your eyes on his shirt before you looked up at him and smiled. You gazed at each other for a minute before he let you go.

“See you in a few days. You know, maybe.” He fumbled for the doorknob behind him.

You laughed and smiled, catching his heart. “Yeah, see you next week. Possibly.”

“Bye Holly.” He’d finally found the doorknob and was backing out of it.

“See ya, Rafael.” You were shaking your head at him as you closed the door.

You leaned against it for a long time as Rafa made his way to the car, and banged his head on the steering wheel.

You both were idiots in love. And you didn’t even realize it.

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[nochiquinn]

campaign 3 episode 11: moon moon

my roommates are absolutely fed the fuck up with me talking about the casting

sam

I stepped away for two seconds and apparently sam took marisha out

I can't stop looking at robbie every time he's on screen, that hair is a+

I know it's a few weeks old now but it Works

"there's stuff in it! :D"

vocks machinea

"be nice to my friends >:("

it really is sander cohen

tiny hat, tiNY HAT

oh now it's other mother

how many of my recurring nightmares can we reference with one character

ch. chetney.

doug jones is that u

"that's four of y'all"

we get it you watched arcane

"that's kinda twelvey"

"blame that generic tablet"

"fuck up that four-top"

oh no D:

as a rock person is ashton non-conductive

that's as much as they're allowed to sing before disney copyright snipers get them

discord is now a singalong

#FreeGurge

CHAIRS

"okay. :|"

disarm the chair and tables with cut-up pool noodles

ORYM

"I'll hide it, you can think about where" [old steve voice] no, I don't think I will

yes ashley suffer from the same accent absorption I do every week

sam just gently coaching ashley through her rolls bc she's flustered

"I see trends and I run the other way"

I'm terrified to see what the solution to that wordle is

"he's rock lee" that ended poorly for liam last time

"he's down to 400 hitpoints"

everyone: roll that shit again and do worse

SHORT KINGS

dorian: I AIN'T AFEARED O' NOTHIN

(please get my pagemaster reference)

"you've seen more terrible things in your lifetime" "have you??"

the slow motion makinmway

they killed matt

"you guys are adorable"

use his WHAT

"I have this many"

how long until someone clips travis going "swollen wood"

YE

"maaaaatt can we be level five after this :("

marisha running the entire gamut of emotions

"I like my corner"

HIM WOOF

him chihuahua

were chihuahua. werehuahua.

I KNEW IT, when he said he drew the chisel across his chest, I CALLED IT

🎶"I'm not a ro-ogue"🎶

werewolf fcg is just metal weregarurumon

flame breath is CHEATING

we're an hour and a half in and still in this fight help me

did he just doxx fearne via sniffing

EXCUSE

TURTLE REVENGE

MR POKEYLOPE

RUDE

ORYM GO GET HIM

YEEEE

FrightenedTurtle is a default google account name

fffffff

DORIAN GO GET HIM

WHAT

THE DICE SHIP IT

"what's your heart rate, you son of a bitch"

FAENUS

l i a m

.....hextech

chisel chisel chisel

okay I have to step away nobody do anything interesting

this is pakku and katara

he fucked her grandma

I did not process anything matt said about the machine earlier except "detonation" so I think they should leave now

god bless fearne

CRISPIN GLOVER

laudna rubbernecking

an earth-shattering kaboom!!

pls go take a nap

immediately suing critical role for false advertising, twitch chat has never looked like that

half-dead flirting

fcg just becomes The Stein from campaign 1

oh they jump on "tampon" but not "leash"

wet werewolves in the weary way

the clarotas

oh no matt don't say knot

t. travis.

fearnewolf

fearne stands outside his door in the morning in wolf form

same vibes as "we care about each other" "oh shit, we do?!"

there you go, there's your moon lore

wolf-curious

laura

TRAVIS

"I feel like your soul has a goatee"

cobalt sooooooul

consider: imogen with dyed brown hair and purple roots

CHAD

"I could rock chad"

listen travis you voluntarily went on this solo shopping trip

he's gonna break in and rob him blind

"I would really rather you earned it by doing stuff" "I would really rather pay for it"

I just fucking love how quick on the draw travis is as chetney

imogen's just used to this

y'all

it's 2 am I can't do this

JARRETT

my BOY

ASHLEY that's ILLEGAL

"very animateable" sam

nightmares, chet, she means nightmares

ashton

taliesin

new nobodies, group name

oh matt.

he really has to start saying these out loud in front of a mirror

"...or if you have rich parents"

moon mom MOON MOM

[homeformyheart]

hi, if you’re still taking angst prompts, how about 4. “Get out of here! Just leave!” for whichever of your twc pairings inspires you?

thank you ginger for this one! (and for suggesting adina.) this one definitely got away from me and turned into a full fic because of the scenario I wanted to write xD.

author’s note: thank you for the request, @gingerbreton! writing in present tense was definitely weird, but hopefully the vibe i was going for still works. i was definitely feeling the angst in this one – an AU (to my AU i guess) where my detective turns but their immortal spouse dies protecting them. grab some tissues, turn off that sad music, and enjoy! copyright: all characters, except the oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 16+; major character death, grief, descriptions of physical pain and violence/fighting based on/prompt: OTP angst prompts // 4. “Get out of here! Just leave!” (in bold) and inspired partly by “dancing with your ghost” by sasha sloan word count: ~2.3k summary: an all-or-nothing stand-off between the agency against the rogues and trappers threatens regina’s turning process.

forever is just a word

it burns.

every fiber and tendon in her body overflows with hissing lava.

melting the pathways as it flows through her veins and igniting everything it touches.

veins attempting to fuse her mutated blood with searing venom.

a scream rips from her throat and reverberates against the walls.

at least, regina thinks it’s her pain echoing around her.

she can’t tell over the thundering in her eardrums and the sound of seams ripping inside her body.

everything is a foggy haze except for the tears streaming down her cheeks.

her mind wonders if she realizes she is being torn apart and burned alive.

except her skin is icy to the touch.

not that anyone is around to know that.

the fire continues to roil and spread, inching up and across her body until it molds around her heart.

and pierces it.

her fingers fly to her chest to dig her nails into the center, breaking skin and leaving red-stained crescent moons dotted below her collarbone.

and then the cold creeps in, following the path burned before it and pricking her body with thousands of icy needles.

stitching the seams and tears slowly and painfully back together.

before the pain finally recedes and all that is left is silence.

and regina opens her eyes.

the fluorescent lighting burns white-hot.

the slow beeping of a computer is shrieking in her ears.

she’s alive.

meanwhile, in the thick of the forest near the facility

adam stands at attention, hands clasped behind his back, surveying the situation with a scrutinizing eye.

ever the soldier.

except his eyes are shaking with fear, dark pupils almost edging out the green.

he knows this could be it.

their last stand.

his gaze sweeps to his right and then to his left, shoulders tensing as he counts, assesses, and runs through the odds and tactics in his head.

“just hand the detective over and no one has to get hurt,” a sinister voice rings loudly across the clearing from deep within the mass of humans and rogue supernaturals.

traitors. in every sense, philosophical and physical.

outnumbering every unit, tactical agent, and combat-ready member – supernatural or not – that the agency could pull together at the last minute.

“we know you’ve turned her. this is your last warning. hand her over, now.”

the air hums and prickles with electricity from hundreds of charged prods and batons, as the rogue supernaturals ease into their offensive stances.

a few find their way into the air and into the trees.

adam bristles but feels similar sensations vibrating in the air from his team and unit alpha on either side of him. at least he’s not alone.

he frowns briefly at the thought that regina may wake up alone, when (and he refuses to think otherwise) she survives.

“what’s going on? adam?”

he whirls around so fast he’s sure lesedi and nate heard the air around him crack. he runs over and wraps his arm around her waist to hold her steady, and she briefly closes her eyes to ease the dizziness and sudden sensitivity to everything around her.

“you survived,” he breathes, relief evident in his voice and every line in his face.

she smiles and tiptoes to kiss him softly before pulling back. “i promised i’d come back to you.”

adam brings her into his chest and buries his face in her neck, closing his eyes and trying to fill his heart with memories of her heartbeat, scent, and body against his.

“you must go,” he says hoarsely before pulling away. “this is going to be a fight unlike anything any of us have ever seen. you have to be safe.”

regina steps back and surveys the clearing, eyes widening at the stand-off. she knows everyone can see her. every eye, every weapon, every formation, is trained on and directed at her.

her gaze meets farah’s teary-eyed and relieved one, morgan’s piercing and confident one, and nate’s sympathetic and fearful one to her left before her body tenses at the determined and soft looks from unit alpha to her right.

“this is insane. we’re incredibly outnumbered, let me help,” she says once her voice seems to return to her. “adam, i’m not human anymore.”

he pulls back to meet her gaze and her breath catches at the soft green of his eyes. “you have only just turned. it is too dangerous and i will not risk losing you.”

“i’m not leaving you. i’m not leaving the team,” she argues, the intensity in her voice matching the defiant look in her eyes. “you know i can fight.”

he takes a few steps away and begins to pace, fists clenched. he knows that at any moment the rogues can attack now that regina is exposed. his muscles bulge with tension and she briefly wonders at how his shirt is still intact. adam can feel the fear clawing up his spine, across his chest, and catching in his throat before he whirls around to face her.

“you do not understand how dangerous this is. get out of here! just leave!”

he moves in real-time until he is just a hair’s breadth away, canines protruding and eyes flashing angrily. regina blinks, a little jolted by the fact that his speed is no longer too fast for her to see. he grabs her arms and starts pushing her back toward the facility.

“it will all be for nothing if they get to you!”

regina almost recoils at the volume of his voice and the tormented fear in his eyes. she twists out of his grasp and grabs his wrists, pushing them down and away from her body.

“i can’t lose you,” she yells back.

he breaks – she can see it – his eyes fold and brows scrunch in anguish and fear.

she reaches out to touch his cheek. he leans into the warmth of her touch, eyes fluttering half-closed before he pulls away.

“farah,” he says, pulling away from her touch. regina looks over and sees elidor following close behind.

“don’t do this adam. don’t leave me,” she pleads, voice cracking and tears welling in her eyes.

“i will always fight my way back to you, my love,” he murmurs, leaning down to briefly press his lips to hers. she leans in to deepen the kiss, but he’s already pulling away. “be safe. please.”

gentle hands on her arms hold her back and her eyes widen in fear. elidor wraps his arms tightly around her, holding her firmly against his chest and no amount of thrashing or kicking can loosen his hold.

“no, i can fight. i’m a vampire now, too. let me go! let me help,” her cries are desperate and loud and adam can hear every word echo in his ears.

“i am sorry, detective. it’s too dangerous, even for newly turned vampires. you don’t have control over your physical abilities yet and that makes you an easy target,” elidor says, half-dragging, half-carrying her back toward the facility with farah following closely.

“farah, please, don’t do this. you know that i need to be out there with you all,” regina begs as adam’s retreating back gets smaller.

“this is beyond you, babe. none of us want to lose you. please trust us,” farah murmurs, gently stroking regina’s cheek with her thumb.

the two vampires hold each other’s gaze, an entire conversation silently passing between them, before farah gives her a brief nod and runs back to join the team.

regina’s knees buckle and elidor lets her fall to the ground, arms still wrapped around her shoulders. she can’t shake the feeling in her gut that everything is about to go sideways.

with loud growls and roars from every direction, the rogues attack first in a wave of shimmery magic and blurring movements. grunts and shouts from the agents fill the air, but it’s clear the agency is not nearly as prepared. commanding agents across units are shouting conflicting orders to their teams and the trappers make quick work of separating agents from each other in a second wave.

even in the frenzied mess of bodies, her vampire sight zeroes in on adam, fighting back-to-back with farah against a dozen trappers. nate and morgan are barely holding their own against a horde of demons and their prod-wielding handlers. electricity thrums in the air, snapping erratically at both sides.

with every group that falls, three more seem to step into their place. regina pales as she realizes that the rogues outmatch them in every way. they move in quick, synchronized waves and aren’t holding back. her loved ones are vulnerable and the fight is quickly converting the peaceful clearing in which she spent many moments with unit bravo into a bloody battlefield.

but then she sees unit alpha and agent fuller move with ungodly speed and with a series of quick, coordinated attacks, lay waste to an entire wave of trappers and rogues. they move to aid unit bravo, easily slotting into formation as though the units always fight side-by-side.

but their opponents still outnumber them.

and the world slows to a painful crawl.

supernatural creatures of all sizes begin to corner each agent and cut them off from each other. regina holds her breath as she watches tamiko and maaka get carried away by a winged creature, tane and lesedi chasing and leaping quickly after them while fending off half a dozen trappers.

she’s lost sight of agent fuller. which means unit bravo is alone again.

a pack of werewolves growl and snap at the vampires and her stomach lurches as adam positions himself in front of his team, angling his body so he’s directly in front of farah. the wolves shift and draw themselves to their full height, easily towering over nate and morgan.

and then they attack. she can barely tell apart the team’s growls from the pack’s, the wolves outnumbering the vampires five-to-one. and given that sunlight is still filtering through the trees, she can tell they’re not healing fast enough to keep up with the barrage of teeth biting everywhere. she keeps scanning the mass of bodies while holding her breath, trying to keep tabs on the team – and then she freezes.

a group of wolves advance on farah as she steps backwards towards where nate and morgan are fending off their own group until the three of them are surrounded. and despite the worry clawing in her throat for their safety, her eyes are frantically searching for the person she gave up everything for.

he’s fighting his way through a stream of fallen bodies towards his team. blood and scorch marks mar his pale skin, and his steps are heavy as his boots crunch through flesh and fur and bone.

a scream rips its way out of her throat at the sight of supernaturals advancing towards him, accompanied by a half-dozen trappers with electric prods crackling in his direction.

“adam, behind you!”

and then she’s running – not even registering that she broke out of elidor’s grasp – and the world blurs around her as she speeds along.

fire rips through her body, but this time, the pain spurs her forward and her vision tunnels, centering around adam’s fallen form.

rage and fear intertwine in her chest and expand outward into her limbs and an unfamiliar, feral cry leaves her throat as she shoves her body through the blockade, grabbing anyone attempting to stop her and tossing their bodies aside. she screams at the electric prods digging into her stomach as arms wrap around her limbs, but she bites down with her canines until the blood-curdling screams filling the air are not her own.

she tears the flesh of her assailants apart and they fall back, howling in pain and running in fear, their weapons dropping to the ground. her own body is a blur as she attacks each of the remaining trappers, pulling their arms out of their sockets and shoving them back deep into the forest, the resulting sound of wood splintering already fading in her mind.

the remaining trappers panic and abandon their attack, tripping over strewn bodies as the rest of the units push the rogues back as well. nate and morgan are sitting on the ground, breathing heavily as their bodies begin to heal but farah is limping towards her.

regina doesn’t notice. the adrenaline is already receding, and she collapses to the ground, the smell of blood and sweat filling her nose and leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. she crawls over to adam’s still body, tears streaming down her face as she realizes he’s not breathing.

“no, no, no, no, no!”

she throws herself over his body and lays her ear to his chest and fingers against his wrist, breaking down into hysterical sobs when she can’t hear anything. and she knows she should be able to – she can still hear the damn chirping of birds in the distance and the anxious thrum of the team’s heartbeats.

“no, you gave me your word. please,” regina screams in-between sobs, pulling adam into her lap and cradling his head against her chest. “you said you’d come back to me.”

a pair of arms wrap around her waist and hold her as she cries, murmuring things she can’t register into her hair. she barely registers nate and morgan lifting adam’s lifeless body, forcing her to stand and walk alongside him. her grip around adam’s shoulders only tightens and she pulls away from farah’s attempt to hold her up.

she doesn’t see the three of them exchange sorrowful looks before they move slowly towards the facility. tears continue to stream down regina’s face onto the hand that is clutching adam’s shirt as though it might make him wake up and reprimand her for ruining another one.

“you promised me forever,” she whispers, the rest of her sobs strangling in her throat.

from these OTP angst prompts (always accepting)

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Piko MVs in a nutshell cause I’m at my brother’s soccer practice and I hate it here. (I’m sorry if I missed any.)

Don't Say Lazy - Vocals: Piko, Curry: Sekihan

Story - ooh pretty boi has telekinesis also STOP PRESSING THE SLOW MOTION BUTTON

Wasurenagusa - Elevator music but sad. Who tf is the red haired guy? Still jealous of Piko’s boots.

Sakurane - YouTube hates Sakurane and I need to have a talk with whoever styled this boy.

Kodoku no Tiara - Glitter. One background. A shit ton of whitening filters.

Yume Hana - *This video has been removed for copyright*

Emiiro Refrain - Three Pikos, two guys, and a girl. Piko is disappointed in the girl.

Make My Day! - It’s kinda sad once you realize that the video was him being lonely and playing a video game.

Kotonoha - LSD

Tears In - Emo

Murabito A - Nobody knows what happened to the outfits from the CD...

Magnet (Acoustic) - Sekihan's frustrated, Piko has depression, neither knows what to do with their hands, the pianist is vibing.

Ghost Rule (with UmiKun) - "If you pause the video, I look ugly. Look at this picture, we look the same."

Re:Act - Jail. And a mansion. And an electric chair. With... interesting... camera angles... (thank you, mr. cameraman.) IS THAT WHY THERE'S A JAIL? ARE WE IN HORNY JAIL?

Hero - This looks like a medication ad.

Black Swan - *Error: this video does not exist.*