#thank you sm for your interest though!! this ask made me so happy

[plusultraetc]

Have you shared your Spotify playlists before?? I saw your Monoma post and I’d love to check out what playlists you have :)

I haven't! mostly bc I can't figure out how to share a playlist without it linking back to my spotify account and I have a,, truly embarrassing number of oc playlists that no one needs to see lol

if I can figure out how to get around that then maybe!!

[unluckilyimnot]

OMG I JUST NOTICED YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN THAT JUST MADE MY DAY!!!!

anyways can you do headcanons for bllk character introducing you to either their teams or the press iykwim

pretty please I loveeeee your posts so much <333333

Introducing their s/o to their team - isagi, kaiser, rin, hiori, chigiri

m.list | rules

Note : Hiii you're so cute lslsls thank you sm for your request <3 I chose this one cause somebody else asked about the press finding out so I'll do both !

Nobody is mentioned so I'll choose but feel free to ask for your fav ! 

Isagi 

He's so shy but happy omg

He's probably blushing if they keep saying how pretty you are 

Those who ask a bit more about you earlier to isagi will probably start a conversation more easily 

But you love to talk with everyone!

If you're famous, they'll ask about it or how you two meet or even about your job 

But if you're someone like you and me they're begging to know how you two meet 

They're probably expect something really cheesy based on isagi himself 

He probably get teased a lot afterwards but he takes it easy 

he’s just so happy you can finally meet them 

Rin 

he’s pretty but awful so everybody think he’s bitchless

no need to say that they GASPED when he introduced you

you seem so sweet, what are you doing here ?

“He paid you ?” i definitely see some of them ask you that - like bachira 

wait until you tell them that you asked him and he wasn’t planning of doing without you mentioning it 

they’re shocked, they feel betrayed and are ready to make a scene to him before you calm it down 

everybody want to know more about you, asking you lot of questions to the point that rin has to claim you back 

holding your waist or wrist to remind you that he’s there too 

I think it goes more simply that he imagined at first 

He's always happy when they ask about you even if he doesn’t show it

Chigiri 

just like that time they react when they saw his sister, they will ask him who you are even if it’s obvious that you’re his s/o 

one or two would probably ask you out on a date to make him mad - tbh it’s really funny to see

he’ll blush and become protective over you, adorable 

he would roll his eyes at their jokes but as long as you’re laughing at them, it’s fine with him

he’ll get tease by the gaze he sent you all night, sweet and soft, speaking all the love he has for you before his tongue can 

he’s a bit cash if they’re doing to much though, they have to be careful around his lover 

Hiori

he talks about you regularly so they’re all happy when he mentions that you’ll tag along for a team meal they’re HYPE

they’re so happy to see you it’s cute, you wish every partner is welcome that way 

you’re so soft spoken it totally make sense that you ended up with him 

you’re probably a little reserved and overwhelmed at first but they’re calmer than you thought 

it’s also a lot funnier than you thought so, even if you stay glued to hiori’s side, you can enjoy the night to the fullest ! 

he checks on you frequently, catching a lot of eyes and they make sure to let him know 

you two are just so cute for sure damn couple goal 

Kaiser 

ness is jealous lmao 

he’s very cocky and proud to introduce you to them 

you’re so precious and most importantly : you’re his - he can’t just keep it to himself 

sharing the world about you start with his teammates

he’ll tell them how you two meet and how you fall in love with him - as if he wasn’t the one down bad - with his arm around your shoulders to keep you close 

he trusted them but they can’t touch <3 even in a friendly way 

you’re really welcome though, they’re all very interested in you and your life/job 

it goes pretty smoothly, even if ness is a little salty 

Sae 

he’s reluctant to say the least, he knows he won’t see the end of it 

you’re amazing, he loves you unconditionally

but you’re so good like that that he knows he will have to deal with them asking how you’re doing and he doesn’t like it 

he says yes anyway, and one day he brings you with him at an unofficial meeting 

they’re so shocked but happy to see you in real life (you’re on his lock screen) : they want to know everything

sae is a rather intimate person and doesn’t talk much about his personal life so you’re the one who will tell them the cheesy stuff

yes you received death glares, you you still answer them with a big smile 

you’re funny, they already really love you and they can’t wait to see you more around

I hope you liked it !

[clonecaptains]

too good to be true

a jake ‘hangman’ seresin x shy!reader fic

warnings: alcohol mention; self confidence issue mention; slight innuendo if you squint; she/her pronouns used; no use of y/n

word count: 2.6k

summary: a handsome pilot has been making eyes at you all night - and you can't even begin to wrap your head around it. you wouldn't know what to say - but you better make it quick - he's on his way over!

a/n: thank you for the love on my previous fic! hope yall enjoy this one! jake's been living rent free in my head!

You didn’t want to go, but you couldn’t say no to your friend. She needed your support on this one. It’s her cousins’ birthday. Her cousin that she has a very strained relationship with. She hopes coming to this party at the Hard Deck might be a sign of good faith. You weren’t holding your breath; you didn’t exactly care for her cousin either. Another reason you didn’t want to go.

The good thing about this though – besides getting to spend time with a good friend – was admiring the view. The Hard Deck is a Navy bar. It’s full of naval officers and aviators, especially on the weekends.

80’s classic rock plays overhead and as the night goes on you decide you’re glad you came after all. The dimly lit atmosphere is comfortable, full of earth tones and Navy memorabilia. You and your friend quietly watch, from a distance, a handful of pilots playing pool. There’s one in particular that catches your attention. All the pilots in the place look handsome – you think that must be a requirement for joining the Navy. But this one – the tall blond one – stands out.

You made eye contact once, and quickly shifted your gaze. You saw him smirk a little and that sent butterflies into your tummy. You meekly sip your drink and dare to look back at him. You watch him walk around the pool table, looking for his next shot to take. He’s deliberate in all his actions. Confidence is in his movements as he lines up his shot. His gaze flicks up to you and gives you a little wink – making his shot without looking at the table.

Your friend elbows you in the side giggling, “He’s totally into you!”

“You think so?” you feel your face warm and take another drink to diffuse the tension. “He can’t be,” you shrug her off.

“No, I really think he is,” she squeals. “He’s coming over here.”

Your heart stops when you look over at him again. His eyes are on you as he hands his pool cue to his friend. The motion is swift and precise. Something about him not looking to pass it over while he looked at you sent electricity down to your toes.

“What do I do?” you hiss to your friend, watching him walk towards you. His smile grows and you couldn’t help but match it.

“Hi ladies,” that perfect smile is thick on his voice when he reaches your group. The birthday girl makes her way over to him. She’s quick to make her presence known. It burns you inside watching her. You admit you’re jealous of her boldness, and how she makes heads turn. That’s never been you.

“What can we do for you sir? Did you come over to wish me Happy Birthday?” she asks him, batting her eyelashes and touching his bicep.

You can’t watch her flirt with him, knowing that she can have whoever she wants in this place. You were silly to think he was interested in you. Makes the quick moment of butterflies turn into a pang of disappointment in your stomach. You take another sip of your drink and try to tune her out. Staring at the damp ring left on the table from your drink doesn’t help quite like you wish it would. You look up to see him give her a good-natured smile.

Then his eyes cut over to you while he answers her question. “Actually, I came to talk to that one-“ and he points to you.

“Me?” you look around as if he were somehow pointing to someone else.

“Yes ma’am,” he smiles and walks closer to where you’re sitting. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Your friend all but pushes you out of your seat to go towards him. And when you step forward, you get a good strong whiff of his cologne.

“Hi,” he smiles. You smile sheepishly at him. You know the other girls are watching every moment of this, but you don’t notice them at all. The room could be on fire, and you wouldn’t know. Though the heat from his gaze is so hot you think the room might actually be on fire. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks again when you don’t answer.

You’re gawking. You didn’t mean to but he’s so handsome, especially up close. The “yeah!” that comes out of your mouth is very eager and you want to bury your head in the sand outside the bar. But he seems to love watching you get flustered.

He offers you his arm and your face warms putting your hand in the crook of his elbow. Your fingers touch the warm, taut skin over his bicep, and you can’t believe this is happening right now.

“Happy Birthday,” he tells the birthday girl again brushing past her. You wanted to turn around so badly to see the look on her face, but you were focusing too hard on not tripping over your own feet.

The handsome pilot guides you towards the bar asking, “what are you drinking?” His eyes flick down to your hand still clinging to his bicep. Maybe it’s just your imagination that he flexes it for you before you shyly let go. Your cheeks warm telling him your drink order. His face is so close, and you’re hypnotized. His eyes on you sends a thrill to your heart and anxiety to your stomach. His mouth is so sexy you can’t help but linger on it. You panic knowing you aren’t subtle, and he can see you looking at his mouth.

Doesn’t seem to stop his smile from growing.

He knows.

He repeats your drink order to the bartender, and you feel a lurch in your stomach. The bar seems louder than before, and you feel a little clammy. He turns from ordering and puts his hand on your lower back.

“What’s your name darlin’?” he asks with a gentle smile. You barely hear or register his question because you tell him at the same time you need to use the ladies room. His smile is easy, despite the look of concern in his eyes. Do you really look that nervous?

Your dash to the bathroom is a blur. Passing rowdy patrons and feeling like you might lose the contents of your stomach right there on the bar floor.

Making a beeline for the sink once you’re in the bathroom, you grab some paper towels. Wetting them you pat your face and the back of your neck. You feel silly, but this has never happened to you before. No one like him has given you the looks he’s giving you. You know you could tell him you’re a little nervous, but what if he only likes really confident women? What if that’s a turn off? What if he expects you to put out? That makes you panic even more. How do you tell him you don’t do this kind of thing? Even the thought of kissing him makes your head spin.

Then you look in the mirror. You notice every flaw and your self confidence that was pretty high a minute ago plummets. You can’t go back out there to him.

So, you don’t. Tears stain your cheeks as you duck out of the bar without a word to him. Your heart is pounding as you leave, and you already feel regret. But your anxiety is winning. You can’t go back in there NOW after it’s been so long and you’re crying.

You don’t even tell your friend that you leave until you are at home. You know she would make you go back in there and talk to the hottest guy in there. The one who wanted to buy you a drink.

The one that you don’t even know his name.

You start to cry harder. What if you never see him again? Maybe that would be better? You feel bad for leaving so quickly without telling him. And you don’t know if you could face him again.

So, you text your friend through your very conflicted emotional tears. Her answer is full of typos and doesn’t make much sense. She’s drunk. You’ll talk to her about this tomorrow.

You get ready for bed, and you don’t even know what you’re doing. You’re on autopilot. Pilot. Oh yeah. Pilot. You scream into your pillow and cry until you give yourself a headache. Maybe you’re being ridiculous. Maybe you should have just accepted that he did want to talk to you instead of letting your own self doubt get in the way. And then you ruined it. You left that no name handsome pilot standing there with your drink wondering where you went. Thinking he did something wrong.

That’s when you decide you’ll go to the bar again tomorrow night. He’s got to be in there on a Saturday, right?

You barely sleep, and the whole rest of the day your stomach is in knots. The only question on your mind is what if he’s not there? What if he’s not there and you ruined your chance. You’re not sure if he’s looking for a relationship or a hook-up. But you’d like to find out! What if he is someone you start to date? That’s how people meet right?

You think about his mouth again. His handsome smile. The shape of his mouth. How badly you wonder what it’s like to kiss those lips. He’s gotta be a good kisser.

Most of your day is spent agonizing over these questions. You talk to your friend a LOT about this. She comes over and helps you pick out an outfit and she agrees to go with you tonight. That way you won’t have to go alone, and she can hype you up.

Thrill and panic are fighting a war in your belly. Your heart has been racing. Ice is pumping into your veins while you get ready. You’re wearing a simple black dress – it’s the most flattering to your figure. And you spend longer than you think you ever have on your makeup and hair.

“You’re gonna knock him off his feet when you show up looking like that to apologize,” your friend smiles looking at you over your shoulder in the mirror. It’s only right then before you’re about to head out the door that you don’t even know what you’re going to say to him.

You don’t live far from the bar, and you’d rather just go on ahead than sit at home to wait even more.

Music and the sound of patrons talking and laughing inside spills outside. There’s a breeze blowing on you before you walk in and you’re grateful for the fresh air before stepping through the entrance.

The place is busy tonight as you expected, but it doesn’t take you long to spot him. He’s by his buddies at the dartboard. He must have scored because he gives his buddy a high five and a couple other guys cheer.

“There he is come on,” your friend grabs your elbow and tugs you in his direction. Your knees shake and your heart is pounding. What are you going to say? You have about 30 seconds to figure it out.

With your heart in your throat, you step closer, he still hasn’t seen you. But one of his buddies does.

“Hangman,” one of them hits your handsome stranger on the arm and nods in your direction. He turns to look over his shoulder and when he realizes it’s you – that big grin splits his face. He turns further and steps closer into your space.

“Left me hangin’ last night,” he comments taking a sip of his beer. Someone behind him chuckles at the pun from his callsign.

“I’m sorry about that. I panicked. You make me so nervous,” you’re saying all this before your brain can catch up. You faintly heard one of the guys make a little “oooOOooOO” noise, and Hangman smacks his friend on the chest with the back of his hand. You don’t miss the look of pride in Hangman’s eyes at your comment despite him not wanting his friends to tease you.

“Me?” he teases playfully and gets even closer. You can smell the mint on his breath from the gum in his mouth. “Come on,” he clicks his tongue a little and nods his head in a direction away from the guys.

He puts his hand on your lower back – last night it sent you into a panic – but this time you let him. You like how it feels. His touch is very light, and he gently guides you to a quieter corner of the bar.

“I really am sorry,” you start back up again. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and-“

His eyebrows raise, he wants you to finish what you were going to say. He enjoys the flustered look on your face and the way your pupils dilate before he gives you relief.

“I know, your friend told me. Showed me your texts. Particularly liked the one about how I was the ‘most handsome man you’d ever seen.’” He gives you a little wink.

You weren’t sure if you were going to kill your friend or if you owed her your life now.

Then he said your name, you can only assume he saw on the text messages from last night. “I didn’t mean to make you nervous, even though it’s cute as hell.”

“I was just surprised that you came up to me. You could have anyone you want in here.” You motion with your hand around the place.

“Maybe I don’t just want anyone. I wanted the adorable girl who checked me out all night and was too shy to come say anything. Got in my head, made me damn crazy.”

“Really?” you whisper smiling up at him.

“Adorable,” he smiles.

“I thought about you all night when I left. I was so mad at myself, but I didn’t know what to say.”

“All night?” he smirks and your face warms. You might be embarrassed as his insinuations if you didn’t love how much he was looking at you. “I thought about you too.” He takes a swig of his beer, and now you really feel your skin get hot wondering if he means what you think he does.

“I was worried I startled you. Then your friend showed me what you said. I don’t think she was fully aware of what she was doing,” he laughs, “she told me all of it before I could say a word. But I’m glad she told me to come back tonight.”

“I’m glad too,” you smile reach up to fiddle with his uniform shirt sleeve. “Did she really show you all of them though?” you whine a little. “Even the kiss one?”

“Even the kiss one,” he confirms with another dangerous smirk. He puts his hand on the wall behind you, effectively trapping you between the wall behind you and the wall of muscle in front of you.

“Something about wanting to kiss this sexy mouth?” he teases. You hang your head with an exasperated groan. “Hey,” he lifts your chin with his finger. “I’ll kiss you,” he’s whispering now. His lips are so close to yours and you couldn’t form a coherent thought if you tried. All you know is how good he smells and how loud your heart is pounding in your ears.

“If?” you whisper back – your mouths almost touching.

 “If you agree to go out on a date with me tomorrow,” His grin is so sly, and you are enjoying every moment.

“Yes,” your whisper is barely audible, but it’s enough.

Enough for him to close the very small gap between your lips. His hand cradling the back of your head now holding you to him. You whimper in his mouth and when he pulls back you gasp softly.

“I don’t even know your name,” you smile up at him.

“Jake,” he whispers against your lips before kissing you again.

[zyhkoo]

☆ doesn’t this look fun? - dick grayson x f!reader

fluff, established relationship

with your audition coming up, you needed someone to babysit your sister. dick win’s your baby sister’s approval.

You kneel down to your little sister’s height and hold her small little shoulders “Okay Ines, how should you behave around his apartment?” Ines rolls her eyes “I should behave and be respectful.” she enthusiastically says.

Well, at least she knows. You did a soft smile and patted her head “Be a good girl okay? I’ll pick you up at six.” you stood up and rang the doorbell of Dick’s apartment.

He opened the door, his hair was wet and there was a towel hanging over his shoulder.

When he saw you, a big smile was plastered on his face. When he first sees you, he would often look excited or just really happy. It was cute.

“Hey, what brings you here?” he asks as he leans through the door. You scratched your neck, “Uh, are you okay with babysitting?” you asked him. Dick raises a brow and looks down to see your little sister clinging on your leg.

He smiles and kneels down “Why hello there.” he greets, Ines’ cheeks were puffed and she refused to look at from him.

He stood back up “I didn’t knew you had a little sister.” you only shrugged “Yeah, a lot of people say that.” you told him, But anyways, are you free to babysit her? If not, it's fine. I’ll just bring her with me.” He held your shoulder “No, no it's fine. Come in both of you.” Ines goes in first to explore his apartment.

“So where are you headed?” Dick asks, you placed Ines’ bag on the table.

“I’m auditioning for the troupe I'm talking about. I'm really hoping to get in.” you reply with determination, Dick had always known your fascination with the art of theater and would always support whatever you plan to do.

Dick smiles and nodded “Wait? Seriously? That's great! You're gonna do amazing.” he lightly punched your shoulder.

Dick looks back at Ines who is playing with Haley now “How old is she, by the way?” he asked.

You looked back at your sister “Ines? She's six.” you say “But before you think of anything, she's quite the troublemaker..” you lowered your voice, Ines gets offended when you tell people this.

It was true though. Anyone who would babysit her would agree, people would complain that she was a brat and she was too hard to please. You were often dumbfounded by this information because she was never like this around you.

Dick shrugs “Well, as long as she doesn’t mess with anything dangerous. I’ll be fine.”

You sighed in relief “Thanks Dick.” you smiled at him. You called your little sister “Ines!” she approached you “Yes?”

“This is Dick, he’ll be babysitting you.” Ines raised her brow “Dick? Who named you? That’s so cruel.” she directly said “Ines.” you warned.

Dick didn’t really care, he thought it was funny. He found it endearing the way your little sibling was just calling him that so bluntly. He knelt down to her level and smiled patiently “Well, my full name’s Richard, and my nickname is Dick,” he explained.

“I am Ines.” she says. Dick only smiled and tilted his head “No really?” he asked sarcastically. She scrunches her nose “Yes I am!” she protested.

You sighed “Well I’m going, I might be late. You two be nice to each other.” you stood up from the couch. “Oh, let me lead you out.” Dick says following you.

“Okay, if it helps she hates anything with garlic and she's afraid of spiders.” you advised him. Dick nods, taking note “Okay, what else?”

Dick sees you slowly smile at his question “She’s a huge Nightwing fan.” you checked the time on your watch “I need to go, I can’t be late. I’ll see you at six I love you.” you kissed him goodbye and you left the apartment.

He was a bit shocked, well at least it made sense why you picked him to babysit. He waves you goodbye and closes the door, this was going to be interesting.

Ines was standing in front of him, her big eyes staring at his. “So, Ines. Your sister told me you were a big fan of Nightwing, huh?” he said with a smile.

“He’s the coolest. Cooler than batman.” she replies.

If his ego wasn’t so massive already, he was sure it just got 10 times bigger with the words coming out of a 6 year old.

“Oh really? You think he’s cooler than Batman?” Ines nods “Yeah definitely.” Ines says “I don’t care what others think, I think he’s cooler!” she claims.

Dick chuckles “And what makes Nightwing cooler than Batman then?” he asks with an amused expression.

“He’s just better.” she simply says, Dick smirks. “Well, I have some stuff you’ll definitely like.”

You rang the doorbell at Dick’s apartment. Dick opened the door with a smile and leaned against the door frame.

“Hey, you’re back, looking more beautiful than ever.” he said as he looked at you from head to toe. You raised your brow “You’re blocking the door, did you two do something?”

Dick chuckled nervously and stood straight. He moved aside to allow you to get in.

“I actually had a lot of fun babysitting your sister,” he says, he shoved his hands in his pockets and watched you walk further in.

As you entered the room, you were stunned. Your bag dropped on the floor as you scanned the room.

There were a bunch of wing dings stuck on the floor and the ceiling. The couch was a mess and your little sister was wearing a Nightwing mask.

“What the fu..”

Dick stood behind you and gave you a very innocent smile. While Ines just stood there “Hi sis.” she smiles at you.

“What? We were just playing a little,” he said, trying to act innocent “She’s a really cool kid.”

You sighed and shook your head “At least it’s not my apartment.” Dick walked to your side and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, looking at the mess that the both of them made.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” he asked. “Well, no. You had fun with her, that’s all that matters.” you answer his question.

“Good-” he pulled you closer to him and looked at you, his blue eyes locking with yours. “Cause I’d hate for my pretty girlfriend to be mad at me.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah right.”

Behind him, Ines was taking the nightwing mask off and looking at you two with narrowed eyes. “Are you dating him?” she directly asks.

You looked back at her with a stern cool face “Yeah? So?” you wrapped your arms around him “He’s mine not yours.”

Ines frowns “What? Noo! He doesn't belong to anyone!” she pulls your shirt, not wanting you to steal him from her.

“Sorry kid,” Dick says with a smirk. “I’m all hers now.” Dick tightened his hold on you, as if he was trying to prove something.

Ines furrowed her brows “Bitewing get her!” your eyes widened “Bitewing?” Then, Haley pounced on you, biting fiercely on your Jeans “Ah- hey!” you exclaimed.

“Haley no! Down!”

[queer-overwatch]

Hi!! Could I request maybe a Venture x Reader (Any pronouns will do) on like a museum date? I want Venture to yap.Please and Thank you. ( Also bless the both of you I needed more Venture content I was tweaking without them)

Venture at a Museum!

Aaa ty sm for the request!!! I love that idea so much- they are such a yapper I love them <3 also your welcome hehe, had to take thing into our own hands >:3 (also bc u didn't request a specific format (like hcs or oneshot) i just did a short lil oneshot, hope thats okay!) -Frisk

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"Look, look- they have a whole section on rocks! Kinda basic selection but it's still rocks!"

You never thought you'd be able to learn so much about rocks in one day, but it seemed like Venture had made it their personal mission to force as much information into your brain as possible. You didn't mind, really! It was always nice listening to them rant about all the cool stuff they found while walking around the museum you'd planned to bring them to, but it was a lot to take in at once.

"Augh, I love sedimentary rocks- they're my favorite! 'cuz sometimes they have like, little fossils in them and I'm like, "Woah! A cool thing in another cool thing!" and it's awesome! One time I found a trilobite fossil in a rock, it was so cool! I wonder if they have any here- that'd be so amazing! I wonder what they taste like-"

After spilling every single fact they could think of about the rocks on display, Venture drags you to a section of the museum dedicated to Egyptian history, though they mostly just seemed interested in the architecture of the pyramids. You really did try to listen, but you mostly just caught the gist of their long, long, long explanations- something about a Mastaba being like a sort of prototype to pyramids? You were just happy to see them so excited, even if you didn't quite understand what they were so hyped about.

"Oh, if only that British lady could go back to ancient Egypt and get the architects of their time to answer my questions! I'd give anything to be able to do that!" Sensing the slight disappointment creeping up on them, you decide to try and bring Venture elsewhere, not wanting them to spend any energy on being upset by what they can't do.

"Why don't we go look at the dinosaur fossils? I'm sure there's some mistakes in the descriptions that you can correct!" You take their hand, gently pulling them away from the long essay-like description of images of the pyramids that they were reading. Incising them with promises of being able to show off their intensive knowledge of dinosaur fossils, or fossils in general.

Venture perked up almost immediately, following behind you as they ready themselves to go on and on about their favorite dinosaur ever, the Deinocheirus! You tried to ask why it was their favorite ones, and all they said was something about it being "them fr fr" and having rocks in its stomach. You weren't too keen on questioning that one.

They take a large step so they're walking next to you, swinging your arms as you walk, "It's always been one of my biggest goals to find a dinosaur fossil! I really hope I do one day, if I did I could die happy!"

"Please don't die- I would be so sad if you died." You squeeze their hand, voice light as you joke with them.

"Aw but I wanna! I wanna be a fossil for future people like me to discover! When I do die I wanna be buried with a bunch of cool stuff! Maybe mess around with my bones a little, just to throw 'em off!" As you finally reach the fossil exhibits, they abandon you to run off and check over every. single. fossil. which while endearing, gave you a lot of running to do in an attempt to catch up.

"Finally! For once a museum that gets everything right! Well, everything as far as we know-" They stand next to one of the larger fossils, not anything you recognized as you take your place next to them, catching your breath.

"Wow, how impressive-" you wheeze, standing up straight and stretching out your legs as you link arms with Venture, trying to stop them from running off on you again.

They laugh, grabbing you by the shoulder and dragging you in the tightest hug you've ever received.

"Thank you, so, so, so much for planning this. And for listening to me talk about rocks so much, and for caring about me- and a million other things! I can't even remember everything you've done for me, but I know its a lot!" They let you go, still holding you by the shoulders, the biggest smile you've ever seen on a person splayed across their face.

"Of course-! I love spending time with you, you're well aware of that, silly." You laugh, grabbing their wrists and taking their hands off your shoulders, holding their hands as you admire the glow of excitement on their face.

"Welllll since you clearly don't mind, can we go to this other museum I found online next week?! I heard they have an area where you get to watch an hour long video on the story of Julius Caesar!"

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as it was | charles leclerc

paring: charles leclerc x reader x lorenzo leclerc x reader request: yes/no summary: when you fall in love with someone who is forbidden author's note: kinda short but thank you sm for your request, I have to say I liked it and I was very excited to write it and I hope you and everyone else likes it. tell me what you think, maybe there will be a chance for a second part, but it all depends on your opinions so stay tuned! Well, as I always say... english is not my first language so pardon me if there are mistakes —feel free to tell me—my requests are open! 👀

She married him for love, or so she thought. He was her prince charming, the man who made her feel special and loved, and they had known each other practically since college, and although he was a few years older than her, that didn't stop them both from falling in love. But as the years went by, their marriage began to fade. He no longer paid attention to her, no longer spent time with her, no longer showed her affection. She felt lonely, sad and empty.

One day, he told you that he had to travel for some business related to his brothers' paperwork, since he was their manager, so he had to arrange those matters. You nodded with resignation, knowing he didn't care if he stayed or left. He gave you a cold kiss on your cheek and walked out the door with his suitcase. You sighed and plopped down on the couch.

The next day, you got a call from your brother-in-law, Charles. He was your Lorenzo's younger brother and you had always had a good relationship. He asked you how you were doing and if you needed anything. You thanked him for his interest and said you were fine. He insisted he was inviting you to lunch, to give you company and distract you from your life with your husband and him from his busy life as a star Ferrari driver. You finally accepted, thinking you had nothing better to do.

You met at a nearby restaurant and sat at a secluded table. He smiled warmly at you and took your hand and even though you were surprised, you didn't take it back. He asked you about your life, your projects, your dreams, your interests and you answered him sincerely, feeling that he was really listening to you. He told you about his work, his hard season with Ferrari, his new projects, his passions. You paid attention to him, admiring his enthusiasm and his intelligence.

You laughed, you looked at each other, you touched each other and you felt something you hadn't felt for a long time: illusion. He felt something he had never felt before: desire.

You finished lunch and he invited you to take a walk through the streets of Monaco. You accepted, not knowing quite what to expect. You walked among the trees and flowers, talking about everything and nothing. Finally he walked you home and you stopped in front of your door, and he hugged you around the waist as you let yourself go and rested your head on his shoulder.

He whispered in your ear:

"I like you very much, do you know that?"

You looked up and looked into his eyes.

You were surprised by his statement, and this not only felt forbidden, it really was. He is your husband's brother, your brother-in-law, but finally after a long time, today you felt happy and even loved. You finally said something you had been thinking about for a while

"I'm attracted to you too," you admitted.

He lowered his head and kissed you tenderly and you kissed him back passionately.

You forgot about the world, your problems, your obligations.

Only the two of you existed.

After he left, you couldn't help but smile, but that smile faded when you remembered Lorenzo.

You thought about the risk of losing everything, your husband, Charles, your family, your friends, and even your reputation. If Lorenzo finds out about the cheating, you don't really know how he would react. He could ask you get a divorce, defame you or humiliate you in front of others. What if Charles regrets what is happening today, or if it continues, what will happen when he gets tired of being the lover or feels guilty for betraying his brother? he could end it all with you and confess everything to your husband.

You had a lot to lose, but there could also be a lot to gain.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Adult trio + feitsn with a reader that is a mortician 🥹💖 who is interested and who doesn't really care?? Love your stuff! Thank u sm!

Hi, thank you for the ask! I think what you mean for "interested and who doesn't really care" is for the reader not caring about the characters' backgrounds? If not, feel free to send me another ask. Hope you enjoy!

Adult trio + Feitan with a mortician!reader

Hisoka

He doesn't really mind it, it's just another occupation and if you're happy with what you're doing then go you

However, he might enjoy watching you do your job at all times, but he is curious about some aspects of your occupation. Things like applying special makeup on a deceased person is a bit intriguing to him

He might be tempted to distract you while you work if he happens to be in the same place. Or, if you don't want him to bother you, he might enjoy coming by and saying hello just to annoy you a bit haha

He'll be surprised however if you say you don't mind his hobbies. Sure, being a mortician already warranted you weird looks from people, but hearing that you didn't mind your boyfriend being a killer magician was another thing. Hisoka's happy of course, but pleasantly surprised

Illumi

He's probably never thought too much about dead bodies since he works with death so much as an assassin. When he finds out about your occupation he'll be like "cool"

Illumi might ask you some questions on your job. He asks if you have to stitch people up if they're skin is damaged, he might ask if you ever saw someone who was assassinated. He might want to watch you too, but you can always tell him the workplace isn't really meant for visitors

Similar to Hisoka, he'll be surprised if you say you had no problems with his job as an assassin. Sure, you two worked with death a lot, but killing someone is different from your work. He's a bit puzzled, but happy nonetheless

Overall he's also fine with your work. However if you two become more committed to your relationship, expect him to want you to become an assassin or at least join the Zoldyck household on Kukuro Mountain soon

Chrollo

Probably the most intrigued by your work out of the four characters. He's naturally curious, and because of this you will be bombarded with questions about everything mortician related

Chrollo will want to watch you do your work but due to the nature of your occupation you might not let him do that (who knows, the hxh world might be different). He does find the aspect of making someone who is deceased look more "alive" very interesting

He might also commend you for your work. Though he may seem heartless, he does admire your efforts in making saying final goodbyes a little warmer, something that Meteor City doesn't have all the time

He's also surprised when you say you don't mind his job as leader of the most notorious criminal group. He might be wary at first that you might be lying, but after a while he'll trust you. Who knows, he might invite you to Meteor City one day as well

Feitan

He tortures but doesn't care about dead bodies. Seeing you with a job that cares for the deceased is really intriguing to him.

He'll also ask a lot of questions, but they're a bit more morbid than Chrollo's. It's about how people died, what kinds of handwork you had to do to people, etc. He too wants to watch you but you might need to stop him (but the hxh world might have different mortician standards so who knows haha)

He doesn't trust you when you say you don't care too much about his occupation in the troupe. He asks why, and you might say that you warmed up to him and you trust him, which might've made him cry had he not done so well at hiding his emotions. He might not feel like he deserves love, but he's really happy nonetheless

Overall he's similar to Chrollo in being curious, but it's more of a morbid curiosity. He might introduce you to Phinks and Shalnark in the future, who will tease him for being lowkey shy around you haha

[scekrex]

Hi!! I love ur stories sm and im gonna ask anonymously for my first time cuz im lowkey shy LOL 🥲..

I was wondering maybe a Adam x Male reader where they had a huge argument, reader mentions something mean about Eve or Lillith to Adam after he says something petty, and Adam reacts without realizing and accidentally hits Reader. (by instinct) Then in shock, reader storms out and doesn’t come back home for a couple of days. (Or you can make it as long, or as short as you want!) You can make it as angst to your liking, and maybe add a makeup (fluff) at the end!! :)) I just think it would be interesting to see.

Thank you, and take care of yourself ! ❤️

Can do, the fluffy end is probably not as fluffy as it could've been but idk it just turned out the way it did ig

All this pain and the words that I cannot say, at least I'm trying

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hitting (without consent), low-key toxic relationship

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The air felt tense, the vibe wasn’t as happy and cheery as it had been only moments ago and your neighbors were complaining about the loud screams and yells that kept coming from your apartment and yet neither you nor Adam got it together to simply leave in order to calm down. To be fair, it was your apartment so if someone was in the position to leave it was Adam. The argument between the two of you wasn’t just a tiny thing, it might have been the biggest fight you ever had with him.

The screaming and yelling was loud, the arguments were weak - not only his but yours were too. And yet you both found yourself too prideful to actually admit that to that. Hell would freeze before you would give him the boost of being right by admitting you were wrong, no way you’d admit to that to someone like Adam. And then he said something that caused you to snap.

“Maybe if you wouldn’t be so fucking complicated it would be easier to love your bitchy ass,” Adam yelled at you, his voice already sounded raspy and broken, his body language told you that he was not the only one who was slowly growing tired from fighting - you were too. You clicked your tongue, then responded in a quiet yet annoyed tone, “At least I didn’t lose the fucking women God created for me and only me, you did. So be my fucking guest Adam, if it’s so hard to love me, break the fuck up.” The shock in Adam’s eyes was visible, it was paired with betrayal that he felt, the comment had hit exactly the right spot to actually hurt the brunette and while you regretted it immediately, you did not apologize for it. “Leave them out of this, this shit’s between you and me, bitch,” the first man growled angrily and suddenly the betrayal and shock were overplayed by anger - pure rage vibrated through his body and he made it obvious. You simply crossed your arms over your chest, why though? Why did he get to say mean things about you and you were not allowed to shoot queally mean things back at him? “It’s not my fucking fault you were a horrible person in Eden - horrible enough to make the devil seem nicer. Maybe I’ll go down and suck Lucifer’s dick-” you were not able to finish your sentence.

Adam raised his hand and slapped you across the face. It stung, the part of your cheek that he had hit turned red but worse than that was the fact that he hit you. He had never hurt you physically before, yes there had been fights, yes there had been arguments but never had he hurt you before in any form or way. Your mind was blank, your body felt numb except for your cheek and all you were able to do was to stare, stare at him, stare at his hand, stare at the wall behind him. Before Adam was able to apologize through the fog that had clouded your brain lifted and you stormed off, you grabbed your backpack on your way to the front door and just as the brunette you called your boyfriend was about to say something, you slammed the door shut. From the hallway you heard how one of the picture frames fell to the ground and broke, you couldn’t care any less.

-

Adam just stood there and watched because what else was he supposed to do? He knew it was too late to apologize, he knew he fucked up badly and that there was the possibility of you breaking up with him and if he was completely honest with himself he deserved it. He had never been the perfect boyfriend you deserved, he had always been out of line, loud and simply too much but you had always assured him that that was simply who he was and that you loved him for who he was - but was that still the case? Did you still love him after that? Because it was one thing to pick fights with each other far more often than other couples did but it was a different thing entirely to hit your partner, Adam was very aware of that. And yet he had still raised his hand against you, a thing he had sworn to himself to never do had been done and he wasn’t able to simply undo it. A weak apology wouldn’t do either, not after that.

He wanted to go after you but he knew you well enough to be aware of how stupid that idea was, the fight would only continue outside of the apartment and he would only cause things to escalate even more and that he really didn’t want. He wasn’t even sure why he hit you in the first place, it had just… kind of happened? He didn’t know. What he did know was that you were gone and that you’d surely spend the night at someone else’s place and while he hated the idea of it, he was smart enough to know that it was for the best to have a little distance between you and him for the night. Surely you’d come back the next day and you two could sort things out.

-

But you didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that day.

Adam was freaked out to say the least, he was worried you might secretly dump his ass, stop by when you knew he wasn’t home to pick up your stuff and just disappear. His wives had left him and he was convinced you would leave him just like them. You weren’t his husband yet, you could simply disappear if you wanted to and that scared Adam, it scared him deeply. Because deep down he knew that afterlife without you wouldn’t make any sense, that he was simply a lost soul without you by his side.

He was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to come back, he had canceled all the appointments and band meetings to simply sit on the couch of your apartment and wait for you to come back home, that was all he wanted. He wanted to know you’re safe. But he didn’t know shit because you weren’t answering his calls or responding to his texts, you did read them though. It was driving him crazy to not be sure of anything despite the fact that you were gone.

Where were you?

When would you come back?

Would you come back to begin with?

The brunette jumped off the couch when he heard a key in the lock and his face reflected the relief he was feeling when he saw that you were the one opening the door. Without thinking twice he rushed over to where you stood, the front door still open behind you. The first man pulled you into a bone crushing hug, mumbling sweet nothings under his breath as his wings wrapped around your body in protection. “Fuck, you’re back,” he whispered, sounding so lost, so hurt, so scared. You weren’t hugging him back but you also didn’t try to push him away or get out of the hug in general.

What were you supposed to do? Hugging him back felt wrong after he hit you but pushing him away seemed even worse - yet you wanted an apology. An honest and emotional apology with an explanation of why he did what he did. But you got none of that, instead you listened to Adam who was brabbling everything that he had worked so hard on to bottle up inside of him. “Don’t fucking leave me, do what you want, punch me, scream at me, kick me out but don’t fucking leave me.” And if Adam would be more emotional than he was he would’ve cried, would’ve broken down in front of you while holding you. But he wasn’t emotional and therefore didn’t cry. What he did was that he made sure you understood how desperately he needed you in his life.

And while that was not what you wanted - an apology - it was okay for the moment.

[kitsune-oji]

Okok but married life with Diavolo (Regardless of the race of mc human, demon angel). Like like helping Dia with his work, attending, meetings with him (maybe even helping him to take care of the Devildom). Be affectionate with him at any time possible (pda?). To be his cute spouse and future ruler beside him.

Thank you for listening to my request

Married to Diavolo

I love this sm, thank you /g

Diavolo x Gn! Mc (you/yours)

How would life look like if you were Diavolo's spouse?

You are now considered his consort crown prince/ss and thus are only need to how to him and his father, the king. Though actually, you don't even need to bow to him and his father is asleep so you're basically top of the chain

Diavolo offers you to come with him to the meetings he has with Devildom nobility and the first few times you mostly observe but slowly, you feel confident enough to give your own opinion on the topics being discussed. Talking to your husband about the things you didn't say at first definitely helped

He values your insight a lot and your perspective is fresh and innovative compared to what those old demons think of. In time, they learn to value you as well

If you're not interested in joining him however, you're still free to walk into the meeting to give Diavolo a treat and a kiss. You know, if you're confident enough

In general, Diavolo may be a bit reserved but he finds pride in having you show him affection in public. As long as the moment isn't bad, he's happy to receive - and reciprocate - any affection you may want to put on him

There's no doubt that you two end up on the front page of the Devildom newspaper a bunch of times. You're a hot topic! People love to hear even the most trivial things, like how you two went on a date at ristaurante six, featuring a picture of you two holding hands as you walk down the street together

Of course, if it gets too much, Diavolo (and Barbatos) has no trouble shutting it down. They have no right to make you uncomfortable

Diavolo wants to spend so much time with you, every day but he still has work to do, as Barbatos likes to "remind" him

Surprisingly enough, he actually does his work more efficiently than before. After all, now he's got a good incentive to get done as quickly as possible. If he were to try and skip out on it, he knows he would have both Barbatos and you on his case about it

Domestic life with Diavolo is pretty simple. You don't have to do the cleaning or the cooking unless you want to... Though if you want to make something for him, then he will smother you in gratitude

"Look! My love made this, for me! They spent their time and effort on something just to give it to me as a gift, aren't they wonderful?"

Yes, he's whipped and not afraid to show it

While he encourages you to handle problems on your own, if you ask him to help you, Diavolo will be right there by your side and take care of whatever is bothering you

It's no secret that in a way, you're more powerful than even Diavolo himself. Since he is much more protective of you than himself and always wants to make you happy. Though that isn't to say he would forsake his duties as (acting) king for you. In the end, his kingdom and his people burden him with a responsibility he is all too aware of

[ryuichirou]

I wanna start with I love your blog sm and I’m not trying to jump on the train, in fact I don’t even mind if you just read this and don’t post or even just delete after you read, but I know where the “Rook gaslighter” thing comes from and wanted to explain (I also just LOVE talking about rook even if its negative). Im not explaining to change your mind but rather to inform!! Because I love spending hours analyzing the characters, pls don’t stop drawing rook!! Ever!!

ANYWAYS now that “please don’t hate me I have to uncontrollably explain everything about my favorite character(s) the second someone doesn’t know about one small detail 😭” is over, I will explain! During Vil’s lab wear vignette, Rook asks Vil when he’s going to start his new diet. Vil, confused, is like what??? Tf?? And rook is like “yeah :D you have put on 3 pounds exactly :)”. Vil is lowkey like wtf Rook I haven’t noticed shit and rook is like “okayyy but who do you believe? Me or literally anyone else?” And vil is like “yeah you’re right, I’ll adjust my diet, thank you rook”.

The ‘issue’ with the “rook is a gaslighter” is it’s SOLELY a fandom thing (and maybe with other characters, but still, like. Vil is a world class model he CANT put on weight like a normal person could because it’ll unfortunately affect his career. The beauty world is just like that, irl too. Plus, this is something he wants for himself, even if he admits to hating the diets during his overblot, it’s still a part of who he is). Vil, himself, views rook’s behavior as a helpful thing, he appreciates Rook’s supernaturally keen eye! He might be offended but ultimately he would not have Rook as his vice-prez if he didn’t respect or admire Rook in some way.

I adore the way you draw them together!! The one where vil is like “how dare you! Just because he’s strange doesn’t mean he’s like that!” And rook is behind him with blood on his face, he’s so cute! I recently found another blog that is similar to yours that I also wanted to see if you knew bc they draw rook out the same way you do! @/fadiesismin is so cool and I think you’d love their artwork!!! Also I’m very sorry for the long-winded ask, in my defense, I’m also a Sagittarius. Rook 🫶 Me, xoxoxoxoxo!!

Sagittarius Anon! I’m sorry it took this long to reply.

First of all, thank you for enjoying our stuff and for your support! I am very happy that you like the way we portray RookVil. Their relationship is very interesting and honestly quite nuanced; we don’t usually gravitate towards ships that have this strong of a “they’ve been dating for a while” vibe, but these two are just too charming. Probably because despite them deeply understanding each other and sharing a lot of values and passions, they really aren’t a perfect couple, and we get to see it in moments like the vignette you’ve mentioned, or Rook’s lab wear vignette, or on multiple other occasions. Rook isn’t the perfect boyfriend, in fact, he is quite a menace sometimes without really meaning harm (still, he technically made Vil cry at least once); but there also isn’t another person that would get Vil as deeply as Rook does and support him as well as Rook does. What they have is special, but isn’t perfect at all.

As you already know, we also love talking about characters a lot, so I even though I am late with this reply, I am happy to have an opportunity to talk about these two and Rook specifically. So thank you for sending this ask and waiting!

I’ve seen this vignette being used as an example of Rook being gaslighting/manipulative before, and to be honest, I don’t really get this argument. I understand that the reasoning is usually that Rook sounds similar to a man that lies to his girlfriend about her being fat because he wants her to be even skinnier or just to be an asshole about it, but here is the thing: this isn’t what Rook is doing though. Gaslighter always has ulterior motive behind their manipulations, even if it’s just to mess with someone else’s head for fun or to control this person. But with Rook (both in this vignette and in general), what you see is what you get: the man is brutally honest, sometimes even too honest. Vil himself is very aware of that and has mentioned it multiple times.

It’s just like you said! Vil never lets anyone forget that his looks are important to him (both because of his own standards and because he is a model), so of course Rook would comment on something that he noticed. This is the foundation of their relationship: Rook gives Vil his feedback because Rook sees things that other people don’t. Does it mean that this feedback is always 100% necessary and Vil should change things according to how Rook critiques him? Of course not. Maybe sometimes it would be better for Vil to just take it easy and relax instead of perfecting every single thing, but this isn’t what Vil wants for himself: he doesn’t want to be pampered, he wants to be appreciated for his hard work. Rook enables Vil’s perfectionism, but don’t forget that Rook is that force in Vil’s life that doesn’t let him forget what he is doing all that for (I’ve talked about Rook being protective of Vil’s “beauty” = love for art here). Vil having a toned body is something that Rook enjoys, but this is mainly something that Vil wants himself; I kind of think that as long as Vil’s passionate and unapologetic about things that he does, Rook would find beauty in him no matter how he looks. Remember him at the end of ch6 after Vil’s grandpafication? Yeah exactly.

Alright, I digress. The point I am trying to make is that Rook is very direct with Vil, sometimes even too direct, and this is the opposite of gaslighting. Even when he suggests things “lightly”, he is still upfront about them: he doesn’t try to plant any ideas in Vil’s head.

Rook sounds and acts like a jerk sometimes, but he means well, and it’s not an excuse, just a fact. In Rook’s head, Vil always takes his direct remarks and observations very well, what’s so different this time? Even if you’ve been with someone for years, fuckups are unavoidable, especially for someone who has problems with tact.

To reiterate: could this scene be triggering or upsetting? Absolutely. Are there people who comment on other’s weight to make them insecure or make them doubt themselves? Absolutely. Is this what Rook does? Absolutely not. It just isn’t true to his character: he wouldn’t gain anything if Vil started doubting himself, in fact, he would have hated it. He doesn’t want Vil to be insecure or unsure, this is literally what he confronted him about at the end of Ch5. He also doesn’t need to do anything for Vil to trust him more than others: Vil already does. When he was saying that he knew better than anyone or anything else, he stated the truth, and this is what so fucked up about Rook: he really does know better.

It’s very important to remember that these characters have their own circumstances and their own writing, and we are fucking blessed to have a cast of characters this interesting and complex.

By the way, I am saying all of this as someone who wouldn’t mind Rook being a gaslighter and could see fanon scenarios where it could work, but those need to be very well-written not to ruin his character, because honesty is an integral part of Rook Hunt. For better or worse.

Also, I know you haven’t mentioned Jade, Anon, but since this entire discussion started with comparing the two, I wanted to note that Jade’s Dorm Uniform vignette exists. Vil literally looked at him man and decided not to trust him for one moment, even scolded Rook for even humouring the idea that Jade was telling the truth. And this is just one instance; we are constantly being reminded by everyone in cast about the fact that Jade is shady and we shouldn’t take seriously the majority of things that he says (pretty much verbatim to what Floyd said about him in the Playful Land event). Jade doesn’t care about honesty, he doesn’t care about lying either: all he cares about is what to say to make the others react in the most interesting way possible. He loves messing with people, and the world is his playground….

(I am also pretty sure that he comments on Azul’s diet; this has nothing to do with gaslighting either, just thought I’d mention that since we’re talking about this)

Anyways, thank you again for your ask, Anon! I hope this wasn’t an exhausting read. I always feel like I haven’t said everything that I wanted to say, but fortunately I still have tons of replies to write, so I’ll have my chance..! Probably.

PS. @/fadiesismin’s works are very good!!

[bedoballoons]

AHH THIS IS ADOORABLE could you make a part 2 from finding a baby on the door and then after taking care of the baby and decided to keep it or unless not...👀 BUT ANYWAYS Loving the Genshin characters sm

YES! I was really hoping someone would want a part 2! Thank you so much for your request!

Genshin Men Headcanons:

✿~Part 2!~✿

~Taking care of the baby and deciding to keep them...or not~

A/N: If someone would like to see alternate endings for example, if someone doesn't keep the baby and you want them too, or they kept the baby and you don't want them too, OR you want other characters, don't be afraid to ask! Requests are open! <3

(Includes: Tighnari, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, and Cyno!)

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Tighnari (Doesn't keep):

You giggled quietly, watching Tighnari as he attempted to feed the baby and proceeded to spill more than half of the baby food on the little one, rather than actually get it in their mouth. The tiny being laughing hysterically as food dripped down its messy chin and dirty fingers, their eyes filled with so much happiness.

By now the two of you had spent enough time taking care of the baby you had a bit of a rhythm, each morning you'd take turns feeding or making breakfast, Tighnari would leave for work most of the day and then you'd come back together for dinner. It was a perfect...each day went by quickly and it felt like you were now a family. Of course, that was only wishful thinking...after all the Mahamatra had said they would stop by after two weeks to collect the baby...find them a permanent good home.

You wanted to talk to Tighnari about it...see if he felt the same way you did...about keeping the little one, even if it wasn't what either of you had planned..."Tighnari...?" You said quietly, feeling nervous as his ears flicked your way, his eyes still focused on the baby as he tried to clean him up a little. "Hmm?" He sounded distracted and for a second you wondered if perhaps you should leave it for a different day...but you were running low on time.

"...Can we keep...the baby?" His head turned to you as you spoke, his eyes slightly widened as he stared at you, was...it really such a surprising question? He sighed softly, leaving the baby to keep playing with their food as he walked over to you...your heart already starting to sink. "Ive known for some time now you wanted to keep them, but...what if that's just baby fever? We've only had them for a week and a half...and with me having work as a forest ranger, Collei, and the side job of being a on call doctor...there's already so much going on..."

His words...they made sense, but you didn't want to believe them...you almost wanted to cry, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked past him, the baby mere feet from you still laughing sweetly as they splashed food onto the table. "I truthfully...don't think this is baby fever Tighnari...I know you have a lot on your shoulders...but I'm here to help and the baby...they were given to us...don't you think it was meant to be...?"

He had to of noticed your reaction as he stepped closer to you, pulling you into a caring embrace, and gently kissing your forehead before responding, "I'm sorry...but I don't think we are ready for this. I'm not completely cutting out the idea of starting a family...but right now isn't a good time." You stepped out of his embrace, you just... needed a moment to yourself, you thought as you ran into the bedroom...closing the door behind you...

Kazuha (Keeps):

Apparently the people of Inazuma weren't interested in adoption, after speaking to Heizou, who was unable to find the original parents of the baby, he said he'd do his best to find a nice home for them...but you'd both have to watch them in the meantime....that was almost a month ago. You didn't really mind though, each day had been a wonderful, even with difficult times and stinky diapers, Kazuha was always there for you.

Just like now, the two of you sitting on the floor, cuddled together as you played with the baby, pretending to sneeze or blow kisses at them, their small face so full of joy as they giggled loudly. The both of you couldn't help but giggle along with them, the two of you having so much fun...you couldn't help but want to stay like this. To think...you'd never really thought about children to now...it felt crazy.

Your gaze left the babies adorable face and instead landed on Kazuha, his mouth in a wide smile and his cheeks slightly blushed from the amount of laughing he had done. Your mind making you speak before you could even truly think of the words to say, "Let's keep them Kazuha....I love them and I think we should keep them...raise them together." You watched nervously as he went through so many emotions, shock...then back to happiness and then to love.

He leaned his forehead against yours, giving you soft butterfly kisses before he spoke, his voice sounding calm and loving, "I've been thinking about that too...seeing you with the baby...it makes me feel like I'm in a dream and I want to stay in that dream...forever. You both have become the reason I no longer need to wander...I've already found everything I could have ever been looking for."

Your eyes started to water, you felt so overwhelmingly happy, this really was a dream come true and you got to experience it with the most perfect person for you. You gave him a sweet kiss, pouring all of your feelings into it before gently pulling the baby into your lap. Kazuhas arms wrapping around you both...you were a family now after all.

Wanderer (Keeps):

(I use the nickname Scara here!)

You laughed loudly, your stomach slightly hurting from laughing so hard for so long as you watched Scara struggle to dress the baby, the cute sunflower onesie being difficult as the the little one waved it's arms and legs, laughing so much you couldn't help but wonder if their tummy was going to hurt by the time he was done getting them dressed.

"This is impossible.." Scara finally decided as he stepped away, he had a small smile on his face and a light blush on his cheeks, showing he was slightly embarrassed he couldn't do this simple task. He wouldn't say it out loud...at least not yet, but he enjoyed making you both smile and laugh, knowing he was finally...apart of a family. He couldn't believe he was actually...happy being a parental figure, it was almost like he was making up for how he had been treated by his own mother.

When you finally calmed down from your laughing fit you stood up, gently putting the onesie on the baby before picking them up, holding them softly against your hip, your eyes meeting Scaras as you considered what to say next, "Scara..I know you said you didn't want children...that understandable, they are a lot to handle and after what happened to you it makes sense why you wouldn't want to be a parent, but...you're so good at being a father and seeing you with a baby...it's so perfect. It's like we have a perfect little family and...I...I want to keep it that way...but I don't want to force it on you..."

You swallowed harshly, trying not to get to anxious about the situation, it was a life changer...and you knew that, but after the couple weeks you'd been taking care of the little one...you couldn't help but think it was the right life change to make. Even Nahida had complimented you both on how well you had been doing...going so far as to say you two seemed happier.

"You're right, I didn't want anything to do with children...I thought of them as nothing but dirty, whiney little humans who couldn't even use a restroom on their own...., but....even though that's still partially true...I can't deny...I like the baby too. I like...us with a baby and I never thought I would say this..., but I think...we should keep them. Just don't expect me to change every poopy diaper." His blush deepened slightly as he shared his true feelings with you, the topics he had been thinking about for awhile now...

You giggled happily, holding the baby out for him to hold, watching as he tickled them before speaking, "I won't make you change every poopy diaper...but I am gonna make you learn how to put clothes on them." You snuggled into him lovingly as the two of you played with the newest addition to your family, the missing piece you never realized you both needed.

Xiao (Keeps):

You softly kissed the babies cheek, watching with a wide grin as their small fingers curiously reached out to touch Cloud Retainers beak. This was the first time you had introduced them to the animal Adepti and...the geo archon who was currently spectating from a few feet away. Xiao was standing next to him, his spear put away for once, he looked so proud as if showing the little one to everyone was the greatest achievement...other than when he had managed to get you as a partner.

"One cannot help but think you should keep the small human, after all they have been left to you and they are incredibly cute. Much like Shenhe and Ganyu when they were younger." Cloud retainer said, loud enough that Xiao and Zhongli could hear, the baby now softly touching her feathers...their face shifting from curiousity to excitement.

"It is true...they are quite adorable for a human child and you two have thus far done a wonderful job at taking care of them." Moon carver said, softly nuzzling his nose into the babies cheek, the small one giggling in response and hugging the big deers face. "What does thou say... conqueror of demons?"

Xiao walked over to the two of you, the rest of the Adepti taking a step back as the question still hung in the air. He leaned down, his eyes meeting yours as he spoke, "What do you choose? If we keep them, my promise remains the same, I will protect you both with my life." He reached his hand out, smiling slightly as the baby softly grabbed his finger and smiled up at him.

You looked around, everyone waiting on your answer as if it wouldn't be what they were all expecting, "Of course I want to keep them...I wanted to keep them the second I saw Xiao interact with them." You grinned widely as Xiaos smile grew, his lips touching your forehead gently, before he repeated the same action to the baby.

Cyno (Doesn't Keep):

Cyno bit his lip, watching silently as you sung a soft lullaby to the baby, doing your best to help them fall asleep after a long day of playing hide and seek. You couldn't help but smile at the little one, their eyes closed in a peaceful sleep and their mouth in a tiny grin as if they were dreaming sweet dreams.

The two of you quietly sneaking out of the room, leaving the door open so you could hear if they woke up in the middle of the night and turning off the light, leaving the nursery with the soft glow of the night light. Your heart felt so full, like for the first time ever even the difficult days felt perfect...and the good days...felt like each one was one to remember.

"I think...we should talk." Cynos words caught you off guard...or more accurately his tone...it was so serious, unlike any you had ever heard him use before. You suddenly felt nervous, like there was impending doom just seconds away from making itself known, "Oh...okay. I-is everything alright?" You silently cursed yourself for your shaky voice and slight stutter, as if you could control it.

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"Tomorrow the some of the mahamatra are going to come by and pick up the little one. They've found a home perfect for them, a place where they can grow and learn, have a nice family take care of them." He crossed his arms, looking away as he felt a overwhelming amount of guilt...by now he knew you had wanted to keep the baby and he...didn't.

Your heart felt like glass dropping onto the hard floor, breaking into a thousands of tiny pieces and scattering everywhere, to places you might never find again. "Oh...r-right. I'll make sure they are dressed and ready then...I'll um...I'll pack a bag of their baby s-stuff." He reached out to comfort you but you shifted away from his touch and using every bit of control you had to not cry...the baby would be going to a good home after all...it just wouldn't be your home.

✿Hope you have a good day!✿

[cryptid-paint]

Regarding your bad end AU, I know you said Ben would reject Rook if and when he gets revived but what's the aftermath of that look like for him? When Ben died he and Rook were happy and in love and then he wakes up to a world where Rook is no longer Rook and the man he loves is worse than dead. How does he cope? How does he process that kind of loss? How does he process whatever body horror he himself underwent at Rook's hands when he was being brought back? How does he process what Rook has done to him?

Ohhh I love this ask!!! Because believe it or not it's not something I had thought about until now, so thank you sm for asking, this made me think a lot and I hope the answer is to your satisfaction, again, as always, thank you for the interest in my au <3

(Tw: self harm and feelings of disassociation)

I think Ben, upon coming back inmediately senses that there's something deeply wrong with him, like, nothing feels right, but instead of looking down at his hands or searching for his reflection, he's confused and disoriented and the first thing he sees is Rook, but a Rook that looks broken. A Rook too far gone and removed from the man he loves. After that, he manages to catch a glimpse at himself on the reflection of the pod he was kept in, and despite being able to shapeshift into aliens his entire life, what he sees in the reflection is something he doesn't recognize as himself, in a way it oddly reminds him of the amalgamation of aliens Kevin once was, but worse. It definitely trigger him deeply, sends him into a panic attack that Rook tries his best to help him through, but Ben keeps pushing him away and asking what has he done and what he did to him. Ben, angrily, asks for answers, and Rook simply cannot deny him. So he comes clean, tells Ben everything that happened and Ben simply looks at him and whispers to him "you should've let me go". They have a bit of a verbal fight, Rook desperately clings to him, Ben shrugs him away until, too confused and broken, Rook let's him go, sobbing and not being able to understand why this is happening, he risked everything for Ben, his family, his reputation, his identify, everything. And Ben leaves with the guilt of seeing Rook so broken eating him alive.

On one hand he's angry, he didn't asked for any of this, he didn't asked to be remade from scarps of limbs rook took forcefully from others. Ben feels triggered, disgusted and ashamed that his hands no longer feel his, his legs and everything else has been redone, stitched back together, it disgusts him, deeply, that the limbs belonged to someone else and where stolen for him. he doesn't feel like Ben, he would end up disassociating a lot.

On the other hand though, this is Ben were talking about so he feels guilty. He feels like Rook turning out the way he did is HIS fault, he wants to rush back and hug his sobbing husband, brush his hair back and tell him that it's okay, that it's over. He wishes they could go back to being a happy family planning their future together and it breaks him that they can't.

And so, he has too many conflicting emotions going on.

I think Ben would go into isolation for a long while, trying to think and figure out what to do, how to use his body again, he has to learn and adapt and he rather do it alone. He wants to avoid the shame of anyone witnessing him in this state. He would attempt body harm in his worst days, when he doesn't feel his arms and they seem way too aliens for him. he would do small cuts, see them bleed for a bit and then realize that he can feel the sting and the warmth of the blood and inmediately rush to bandage his arm after realizing it's real and he's not stuck on a nightmare and that this is his new reality.

Ke kept his wedding ring though, and occasionally, he sees it, and thinks of Rook and what would've happened if he forgave him, if he went back to embrace him. If he could be grateful that his husband kept him alive and gave him a new body instead of feeling so disgusted. He then remembers all of what Rook did in order to achieve that and the anger starts to boil under his skin again. He wonder if there will ever be a day In which they could put the past behind and just be happy. Forgive and Forget right? But it's easier said than done, and for now, Ben isn't ready to forgive Rook or to face the world/universe he once left behind.

[thestarlightsapphic]

Hi you post sm stuff and I saw you post some stage management advice . I need help i need to make a detailed list of what I want my asm to do and I’m completely blanking so any help on anything would be greatly appreciated. Even though I’m a third year sm I’ve only ever had an asm for two shows and neither one of us can remember anything productive she did. Anyway I’m really sorry to bother you if this isn’t something you’re interested in but I’m just asking around tumbler bc I don’t have many other options

Thank you for reading

Hi! I’m so happy to answer this! Such good timing because I’m actually ASM’ing a show coming up soon!

So, there’s so many different ways that an ASM Role could go, it really depends on the theatre company that you’re working for, but let me type up my list that I have made for my own ASM’s in past shows!

My summary though is genuinely, your ASM is there for YOU! They are your support and your eyes backstage for when you can’t be there, especially once you get into tech and shows! They are your backbone to ensure that you aren’t bearing all the weight.

1. Rehearsal Support

• Setting up the rehearsal space: The ASM prepares the rehearsal room, ensuring all necessary props, costumes, and equipment are ready.

• Tracking blocking and notes: The ASM takes detailed notes of the actors’ blocking (positions and movements) during rehearsals. These notes are essential for the SM, who uses them to create the prompt book (the “bible” for the production)

• Managing rehearsal schedules: The SM and ASM help to organize the rehearsal schedule, making sure all departments are on track and that everyone is where they need to be at the right time.

2. Organizing and Managing Production Elements

• Props management: The ASM often handles the props, ensuring that they are in place for each scene, are in working order, and are returned after use.

• Costume coordination: Depending on the production, the ASM may assist the costume department by ensuring actors are dressed in the correct costumes and are ready for their cues.

• Set preparation and maintenance: The ASM ensures that set pieces are properly placed and maintained, and that all props or set items are ready for use in each scene.

3. Technical Rehearsals

• Supporting the SM in technical rehearsals: The ASM assists the SM in coordinating all departments during tech, helping to execute and fine-tune all cues, including lighting, sound, and set changes.

• Tracking and coordinating cues: The ASM helps track the technical elements (lighting, sound, effects) and makes sure all team members are aware of their cues and responsibilities.

• Prompting actors: If an actor forgets a line or a blocking move during rehearsals, the ASM may be called upon to prompt the actor, though this is not a primary role during performance.

4. Running the Show During Performances

• Assisting in show operations: The ASM is responsible for ensuring that everything runs according to plan during performances, including backstage management and ensuring all props, costumes, and set pieces are in place.

• Calling cues: The ASM may be responsible for calling specific cues for set changes during the performance (under the guidance of the Stage Manager).

• Managing the cast and crew backstage: The ASM ensures that all cast members and backstage crew are prepared for each scene. They may direct the crew in moving set pieces or handling props.

• Handling emergencies or changes: If anything goes wrong during the show, the ASM may be responsible for resolving issues quickly, whether it’s a technical problem, an actor’s injury, or any other unforeseen event. Let the SM know of any emergencies as soon as convenient for you SM

5. Maintaining Communication

• Liaising between departments: The ASM serves as a point of contact between various departments (costumes, props, lighting, sound, etc.) and ensures that any issues are communicated and resolved.

• Reporting to the Stage Manager: The ASM provides regular updates to the Stage Manager on any issues, updates, or problems that arise during rehearsals or performances.

• Communicating with actors: The ASM may also be the person to communicate specific notes to actors, especially for smaller issues that may not need the SM’s immediate attention.

6. Post-Performance Tasks

• Overseeing post-show duties: After a performance, the ASM helps ensure that the set is cleared, props are stored, and costumes are taken care of.

• Handling any actor or crew concerns: The ASM may assist with addressing any concerns or issues from the actors or crew that arise after a show.

7. Other Responsibilities

• Maintaining the prompt book: While the Stage Manager typically has the lead on this, the ASM may help maintain the prompt book, updating it with new changes to the blocking, cues, or other elements.

• Providing general support: The ASM’s role is ultimately to support the Stage Manager, actors, and production staff in any way necessary to ensure the show runs smoothly.

Skills and Qualities Required for an ASM:

• Organization and attention to detail: An ASM must be highly organized, keeping track of numerous moving parts within a production.

• Strong communication skills: The ASM needs to communicate effectively with the cast, crew, and Stage Manager.

• Flexibility and problem-solving: Things rarely go exactly as planned in theatre, so an ASM needs to be able to think on their feet and adjust quickly.

• Ability to multitask: The ASM must be able to manage multiple responsibilities at once, especially during performances and technical rehearsals.

• Team player: Theatre is a collaborative process, and the ASM needs to work well with a variety of people across different departments.

[celestie0]

🪷 girl fuck these people I'm really sorry you're getting so many messages bitching about no smut in ch10. Like who even cares? Does a story or chapter have no value if the characters aren't going at it like rabbits and fucking and sucking on each other?

At this point if you're so disappointed about no hanky panky just go read one of those pornhwas where the characters start screwing at the drop of a hat.

I would've loved that chapter with smut or without smut idgaf it doesn't even matter to me (and the same is for most of your readers too, I'm sure of it). We've all stuck around with your work for so long, and we have faith in your direction as well as your decisions regarding the pace of the plot. It's never that serious, especially not to the stage that bozos feel the need to weep in a writer's asks and swamp them with negative messages. Go jack off or play dj with your hello kitty and go to sleep like the rest of us.

Again, no matter what you do with your work it's entirely your choice. Ofc we as readers can have our own takes and how or why we interact with the work can vary, but it shouldn't reach this stage. I've seen this same story of bullying and pestering authors on tumblr too many times with other authors whose work I enjoy, and many have left their blogs because the harassment made them lose interest in writing and sharing their pieces. It's fucking heartbreaking. Pornhub dot com is right there for y'all to be doing entirely too much in the asks of these writers who are already overwhelmed and write and share all this FOR FREE. If you have so many qualms about it pick up that bic and get to writing bitch!

I'm sorry babe take care! We love you🫂

AHHH LILYPAD ANON I APPRECIATE U SM THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO ME 😭😭 you’re always so kind to me i sobs

yeahh sigh :( i was just a bit upset that ppl were already finding fault w a chapter i haven’t even released yet just bc it doesn’t have smut in it 😭😭 like i obviously know by now that i can’t make everyone happy, but it’s not right to subtly pressure me into a certain direction for my story (ik this is a normal thing authors/writers have to deal with, i am just a weakling unfortunately 💀💀 my therapist wld agree)

i know it’s not most of my readers though :”) everyone is so sweet n kind n patient, i just don’t understand the some few that think that just bc they tell me they’re disappointed there’s no smut, that i’m somehow gonna go back to my 80pg dissertation of a chapter n make it 100pgs just to add some for them 😅…like no. what it DOES make me feel is icky n sad

frankly it’s really uncomfortable to make an author feel bad that there’s no explicit sexual content in a story 😅 your horny brainrot is showing. like, i AM def planning to write smut in kickoff, there will be multiple smut scenes to come. but even if i suddenly chose not to include them anymore, that’s my right to do so.

and yes, if they want smut, they can write it themselves. why do i need to be the one to write it for you? i don’t owe anyone anything.

i totally agree w you. honestly, i feel bad sometimes setting these boundaries, but you’re SO RIGHT in that SO many authors leave their platforms bc of hateful asks/pressuring comments etc, i’ve seen it time n time again. bc it’s true that it DOES get to people, especially when creating art is already a very stressful thing. i don’t have to passively tolerate rude strangers on the internet just because i’m trying to protect n pursue my passion

thanks sm for trusting my direction :”) and YES absolutely!! i love it when my readers disagree w character actions or emotions, bc characters have flaws n i’m intentional about those flaws, so it’s exciting to see opinions my readers have, even if they’re in disagreement, because it’s interactive w my work. not that i expect anyone to interact ever. i understand that i post on my own accord, so readers can choose whether to interact on their accord as well.

but something about pressuring me into writing explicit sexual content into a story that i’d like to think is a lot more than just smut, is really disheartening.

- ellie 🐸

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i dont usually send asks so im sososorry if this comes across as awkward !! your writing sincerely holds a very tender place in my heart, the way you characterise suguru is so canon to me im in love with how silly and endearingly overbearing you make him bc he truly is a mother. and this might be weird to do so i apologise in advance, but rn im going through sm and im being deadass when i say that reading your suguru fics instantly makes me stop crying whenever im down

reading your writing genuinely makes me feel sososo happy and soothed(?? i think thats the correct word lol) and ik you probably get told this every day on here (as you should because you deserve it !!!) but i just wanted to lyk that even if your interest in jjk was to disappear and you started writing for a fandom id never heard of before, id still happily read it and enjoy it because its you. pleaseplease please never stop sharing your writing on here because you truly, truly have a gift that deserves to be praised

ANONNNNNNNNNN ……………. you can’t make me cry on new years ……………. it’s not fair ……………..

you are . so so kind and so so sweet and i honestly have no idea what i did to deserve my anons . but i will simply cradle u to my chest and kiss you . and hope that is enough to convey my thanks. you have no idea how sappy this made me….……. didn’t come across as awkward at ALL so don’t worry about that, thank you sm for your sweet words T_T for sending this in!!!!!! means so much to me that you’d do so even though you don’t send asks often <- tears in my eyes bc of this ………. more than anything i’m so happy my writing means that much to you. don’t really know what to say other than thank you + if you ever need a kidney i’ll be first in line to give it to you. it’s surreal to me even now that my writing can make anyone feel anything at all, esp that kind of comfort…

okay so i’m turning emotional PDJLDDN but . thank you. truly :’))) you are an angel and i hope we can both indulge in helicopter mom sugu for many years to come (he is real to me always)!!!!!….. i will never let go of jjk unfortunately (<- stockholm syndrome) but it means SO much to me that you’d stay just for my writing . WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT…. you’re too kind to me ………. thank you for being here and reading what i create. that means more to me than anything else :’) i hope the new years brings you nothing but safety and happiness <3 i love you.

[otherone12]

HIIII omg ur little vamp series is SO good!!! Your writing is super fun if that makes sense! Like you’re very creative with it !!! Since I LOVED ur work sm and the vampire trope is SO cool, could I request something with vamp Frank? :3 maybe something fluffy or angsty idrc I’m sure I’ll love it either way!!!

Red Wine

(again, a title with none creativity)

Vampire!Frank Iero × Reader

-> Masterlist

*scream* HEYY!! OMG THANK YOU SM!!! You have no idea how happy I am reading this!! Sorry for took a bit long to write your ask... Hope u enjoy it!! And feel free to request as many times as you want! (If it turned out very different from what you imagined, tell me and I'll try to fix it :) )

Summary: You found a funny good-looking guy in some date app. Even you tought it was dangerous, you agree to met him in his place, there you found out that he is not exclectly the 'human' you tought he were.

- Word Count: 1.778

- Warnings: Blood things,

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

It's been a while since I surrendered to dating apps. I've always been very against this kind of thing, but it's been interesting to meet people. Months and months of failed hookups, were almost resulting in me giving up, but one guy in particular made me rethink uninstalling the app.

I've been talking to him for a few weeks now, we have a lot in common, we like the same music, movies, books, food, everything in general.  Besides the fact that he's extremely funny and gorgeous – at least it seems from the photos and messages we exchanged during that time. 

Under normal circumstances, I would never have agreed to this, but because he insisted so much, I agreed to meet him at his house. It's not that dangerous, considering he only lives a few blocks from my house, right?

It didn't take me long to get ready and I was already leaving my house. The weather outside was cold and it was drizzling a little so I took a taxi and quickly arrived at the address he sent me. 

I stopped in front of the door of his house. The ancient architecture caught my attention as I looked at every inch of the building. I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, gathering courage and leaving behind all the worries of entering a stranger's house.

When the door creaked open, it revealed that the inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside, but before I could take a closer look, Frank appeared, wearing a pretty suit, which perfectly matched his hair and piercings.

- Hey! You came! - The dark aura of the environment was overshadowed by Frank's sympathetic gaze. - Come in!

I nodded, smiled at him and stepped inside. The door closed behind me with a soft thud, sealing me in this unfamiliar space. I couldn’t help but glance around. Dim lights hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows on the intricately patterned walls. There was a strange, almost vintage charm about the place, like something out of a time capsule.

- Such a pretty house! - I managed, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was pounding -  And the decor is stunning!

- Thanks. It’s been in my family for generations!

Walking into the living room, I couldn't help noticing that he was extremely more handsome in person, even though I thought he was taller. Frank signaled for me to sit down, so I did, still a little embarrassed that I hadn't got used to the surroundings. 

He walked away, to where I think was the kitchen, and got back fast, with a bottle of wine, two glasses and a pretty smile on his face. Damn, if he turns out being a dick I’ll cry, he’s so hot! 

- Drink?

He held out a glass to me, which I gladly took.

- Sure!

He elegantly opened the bottle and sat down next to me, pouring the glasses with the red wine. His piercing eyes confused my mind enough that I couldn't say anything else, waiting for him to break the silence.

- So… - He said, taking a sip from his own glass, - You finally decided to meet up. I was starting to think you might never agree.

- Yeah, well, I’m not usually the type to do this kind of thing… 

I admitted, and he raised his eyebrow. 

- What changed your mind?

- To be honest? - I took a sip of my glass, and chuckled before answering - You.

- Me? - He didn't sound surprised, but convinced enough to smile to himself and drink again.

- I don’t know… just a good feeling ‘bout you.

I swear, I saw a red glow in his eyes. Maybe I drank too much… Well, the conversation went on for a pleasant two hours, amid laughter and a whole bottle of wine. He became more and more interesting, and it seemed that he had already lived more than seven lives. He told me every detail and I got involved in every second of the stories. From time to time, he asked me about my life and seemed to really care about every single thing that came out of my mouth. 

I took a quick glance at the clock and decided I should leave, after all, I didn't intend to spend the night at his house, but just as I stood up, Frank did the same.

Faster than I could notice, Frank got close to me, making my body shiver at the touch of his cold hands on my hips. His mouth on my neck kissing it and passing his tongue softly and sucking a bit. I closed my eyes, enjoying the situation, letting myself be carried for him. 

Soon, I felt a sharp pain in the same place where the sensation was previously pleasurable. The pain got worse and worse, and I realized he had bitten me. It wasn't bad up to a point, but when I started to feel blood running down my neck and staining my clothes, I started to get worried. 

- F-Frank… - scared and with a trembling voice, I murmured - what are you doing?

He took his mouth off of my neck, reaching my lips. The metallic taste of my blood filled my senses, as his tongue entwined with mine, exploring my mouth. His hands moved up to the back of my neck, and I wrapped my arms around Frank's  neck, the kiss turned intense as we were losing our breaths. 

When he broke the kiss, he let out a small grin, moving his hand to my cheek, with his face inches away from mine. 

Still a little dizzy from the pain, I couldn't help but notice that the piercing he had in the corner of his lip wasn't the only thing shining in his mouth. Giant canines were visible on his beautiful lips, now red with blood, my blood. 

Slowly, I pulled away from him enough to make him take his hand off me. 

- Frank…?

I put my hand over the bite, trying to stop the bleeding a little. I frowned, waiting for an explanation. 

- You said you had a good feeling about me… Looks like you were right... - He chuckled. - So the best way to finish this night was to make it last forever.

He has an engaging charm, and I got lost in his eyes that had a reddish glow. I think it's most likely that he's just a BDSM with a blood fetish or whatever... but even so, I couldn't say for sure that it would be just a common bite.

- What have you done?

I stepped back. keeping eye contact.

- Don't worry… - He spoke, smiling friendly, without the slightest intensity. As if there was no blood running down my neck  - Everything's gonna be fine. 

- Don't give me that! - I looked at him, starting to panic at his disregard.  - What is going on?!

- Hm… - he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and answered, having fun with the situation - I bit you.  

- Oh, Really?! I got it! 

I signaled the wound with the hand that wasn't stopping the bleeding, with an obvious gaze in my face. 

- No, like, I bit you and you're a vampire. 

He explained, starting to walk towards me.

- Yeah, sure. - I rolled my eyes, mocking - You're insane

In disbelief and a little worried, I started walking towards the door, moving away from Frank. It didn't work out very well, because he started walking behind me, not running, but keeping a similar pace to mine. 

- You came into a total stranger's house, and I'm the insane one?

His charisma made me rethink every step, I laughed, placing my hand on the doorknob and turning it. By accident, I turned to the mirror that was in the middle of the hall. 

-You actually have a point here… but - I was shocked, seeing just my clothes moving. I blinked a bit of times, in disbelief. - T-that’s impossible… you put something on my fucking drink!

- Nothing more than good and old wine, honey. - He laughed, still walking towards me 

- I’m getting insane… - I murmured to myself, trying to calm down and opening the door. - I really got to g-

He cut me off with another kiss, putting my back against the door, closing it on. I didn't refuse, especially after drinking so much and wasn’t thinking well, I held his tie, not letting him back off.

His hands slid down my blouse, giving me goosebumps. A moan passed through my lips, being muffled by his rough kisses. 

- Stay… - He said, his lips brushing in mine and his eyes looking deep in mine - Please. We'll be the royalty, and I'll be the best you'll ever have.

- No doubt about that… - I whispered not pulling him away -  but I have a life out there.  

- Forget about that for a minute, okay? - He packed my lips once again - You want to stay? 

- I can’t stay, Frank!

I put my hand on his chest, pushing him away. But he held my hands, keeping them on him, preventing me from leaving the house.

- But you want to! don’t you? - He whined and I nodded - Let’s make this happen though! You don’t belong in the ‘normal world’ anymore!

- ‘Normal world’? - I chuckled -  You really think I believe in that vampire shit? C’mon, I'm not that dumb.

- Look, honey, sooner or later, you’re gonna have to deal with this… - He explained, with the same sympathy as he used in the beginning of the night - You’re high ‘cause of the wine, why don’t you sleep here tonight? I can take care of you…

- No way! - I broke free from his hands

- What do you have to lose? -  He asked innocently.

- Hm.. I don’t know… a kidney?

He laughed loudly 

- What could I do to convince you? - He proposed 

- Show me your fucking coffin - I said, doubting that he would actually have one

- If I show you…  Will you sleep by my side? - A mischievous grin appeared on his face, and he looked at me intensely.

- Fine

I sighed, but the moment he started to lead me into the house, I put my common sense aside and let Frank take me up to the second floor. The staircase was beautiful and surprisingly clean, the corridors were narrow, but we walked almost side by side. He opened the large oak door that revealed the bedroom, a large room with a few shelves full of strange objects and books, but what was most striking was the pair of coffins that stood in the center of the room.

I was stunned, and widened my eyes looking at Frank, who was showing signs of excitement.

- Don’t worry, it's more comfortable than it looks.

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~So... that's it! Hope u liked it <3