#you can definitely tell he's the first one i tried to make

[eiightysixbaby]

a haunted house with a very handsy steve || 18+

Your body jolts when a pair of hands grips your shoulders.

“Steve!” you scold, spinning around to face the culprit.

The pathway around him is dark, save for a few colored strobe lights shining in an erratic pattern. Your heartbeat races, the haunted house keeping you on edge.

Your boyfriend snickers where he stands in front of you, though the sound is mostly drowned out by the noise machines playing throughout the attraction.

The hair on the back of your neck stands up, on high alert as you wait for the next monster to jump out at you. You have to stop and wonder how and why you let Steve drag you in here in the first place.

“It’s not funny,” you pout at him, moving your face away when he tries to kiss you better.

“Baby, c’mon,” he says, trying to coax the attitude out of you.

You keep walking forward, letting him follow hot on your trail. He wraps his arms around you from behind, strong and muscular as they pull you against him.

“Steeeeve,” you whine for the second time, eager to just get the hell out of this haunted house.

His lips press to the shell of your ear, and you can’t deny the way your heart flutters in your chest. The feeling of his warm body molded to your back makes heat pool in the pit of your stomach, and now you really need to get out of this damn house.

You’re about to round the corner into another scare zone — you can tell by the shouts that come from up ahead — when Steve pulls you off into a side room.

“Babe, what—” you start to speak, but he cuts you off with a hot kiss to your mouth.

You’re hidden behind a curtain, definitely not supposed to be back in this area, and you wriggle in your boyfriend’s grasp where he has you pressed against a wall.

“Steve, what if somebody catches us?” you ask, trying and failing to escape his pleading mouth. He chases you in whichever direction your head tilts, pressing kiss after kiss to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your cheek.

The thought of Chief Hopper raiding the attraction and kicking you two out is mortifying, but your brain is saying one thing and your body is saying something entirely different. You’re pliant beneath his wandering hands, letting him caress all the softest parts of you.

“Nobody’s gonna catch us, honey,” he murmurs, letting his hands slide up beneath your shirt. When his fingers reach the cups of your bra and dip under, you shiver.

You bite your lip, a quiet moan escaping you. Your clothes suddenly feel too tight, your panties clinging to your skin with wetness that seeps through to your jeans.

You clutch the collar of his sweater in your hand, pulling him to you in a heated kiss. You let your tongue trace his bottom lip, satisfied when he groans into your mouth. His noises are barely audible with the screams of teenagers getting scared in the maze, but the vibrations reverberate against you.

“Baby…” he whines when his fingers cup your heat, feeling how soaked you are even through a layer of denim. “She’s so fucking wet for me.”

“Steve, please,” you beg, craving his touch, ravenous for it.

He moves to unbutton your pants, tugging the zipper down with haste. You know you’re about to get the sweet, sweet fullness of his fingers inside of you, and your body prickles with anticipation.

Before he can pull your jeans out of the way, though, the curtain is yanked back, a loud voice letting out a booming roar of a noise.

“Jesus!” Steve yells as you scream bloody murder, a masked figure standing in your once private space.

A laugh comes from beneath the mask, smug and gravelly. Your heart pounds so hard you can hear the blood pumping in your ears.

“Wait a minute,” Steve grumbles, reaching forward and ripping the mask off the stranger’s head.

A mop of curly brown hair and a shit-eating grin appear before you, your hand over your heart as you steady your breathing. Your body relaxes at the sight of the familiar face.

“Eddie, I swear to god, man!” You watch as Steve shoves the other boy, making him erupt in another fit of laughter.

“Got you, fuckers,” Eddie says, smirking. “No playtime in the haunted house, kiddies,” he taunts, waggling a finger like a teacher scolding some bad five year olds.

“Screw you, dude,” Steve grumbles, all the while you’re buttoning up your jeans and reaching for his hand.

“C’mon, big boy. Let’s go back to my place,” you coax, dragging him out from behind the curtain, Eddie gesturing in the right direction with an outstretched arm.

“Behave yourselves!” he calls after you, getting the middle finger from Steve. You can’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes at the antics.

“Bye, Eddie!” you call.

“Get back to work, asshole!” Steve yells over his shoulder, before turning his attention to you. “I forgot he was fucking working here,” he tells you, pouting and petulant.

“Don’t be all mopey on me,” you coo. “The sooner we get out of this haunted house, the sooner you can finish what you started.” You say this with your lips nearly pressed to his ear, placing a teasing kiss on the harsh outline of his jaw.

“So, should we start running? Cause I’ll run,” he suggests, making you laugh once more.

“Beat you to the exit?”

“Not a chance, honey.”

[kyu-piddy]

Ranking (some) twst love triangles on how messy they are

An: This is a very informal ranking and very informal type of writing. They’re just little overviews of how I personally think these love triangles would function. Hope you enjoy it. :)

Ps: This is the first time I publish something that features my favorite character! Hopefully I didn’t favor him too much.

Gn reader x Trey, Cater, Azul, Jade, Jamil, Kalim, Silver, Lilia

Trigger warnings: Swearing

2.1k words

Tiers:

S tier- The love triangle of doom. Messiest love triangles, where it’s all too melodramatic and/or complicated.

A- Not as messy as the above, but still a delicate bomb to diffuse.

B- Standard love triangle. They aren’t at each other's throat constantly, but leave them alone long enough and they will start fighting.

C- Chill love triangle. Either because they’re really good friends, or just because they’re that confident in their victory.

D- Is this even a love triangle? There are indeed two people who like you, but one has dropped out of the race for one reason or the other.

Trey vs Cater

Do you know those times where you and a stranger are both trying to get through a door in opposite directions, and while trying to let the other pass you just keep getting in front of each other, in a sort of embarrassing dance of polite smiles while internally cursing the other person? Well, that is basically the Trey x Reader x Cater love triangle.

Cater and Trey are both really perceptive of their own feelings and of others, so they would be aware of the others' crush.

They’re also some of the fakest motherfuckers in the cast (only behind Azul, Jade and Jamil) so they would not even think of confronting each other.

Initially they’d put this veneer of pseudo politeness, throwing some double entendres to each other and not making any moves on you.

But as time progresses they’re definitely becoming little shits to each other.

Trey is exploiting his baking talent and his unique magic to the max, making your favorite foods and serving them to you and Cater, making sure you see how Cater gags as he tries it, the food's flavor being imposed with a horrid one like old socks.

Trey is also using his dependable and mature reputation to give you advice that subtly favors him and subtly makes Cater look like a dunce.

Man is full on telling you every embarrassing story of Caters disguised as going down on a trip to memory lane, but always while you’re with more people around, so they can tell you how Trey swept in and saved the day.

Cater on the other hand, is making sure to seduce you with his tech savviness and social media knowledge.

He’s taking you to the hottest places in town and taking pictures of you both, posting them on his magicam with suspicious captions that make a ton of your friends start asking about your “boyfriend”.

Cater is also loudly proclaiming to everyone who will listen in the Heartslabyul common room the plans he had that day with you.

He used to also proclaim the ones he would have in the future, but stopped after Trey crashed one of his cafe hopping dates with you, creating the most bizarre outing of your life, balancing the polite shit talking of these two.

If Cater didn’t live with Trey he’d probably dox him on the twisted wonderland equivalent of Twitter. Trey would do the same if he knew how to use Twitter.

The worst part is that neither of them will back off or give the finishing blow of confessing.

They're stuck in this loop of ruining the others momentum that their friendship is close to breaking, so either you notice and step up, or someone else notices and gives them a stern talking to.

Out of their dorm, the only one besides them I see figuring it out, is Ace, but Ace is no match for Trey and Cater.

They’re denying it to his face and making Ace feel like a complete idiot.

When you finally notice the mess that these two have made, if you don’t confront them, they’re still going to be in denial.

You have to be firm! Tell them head on who you want, before they make the whole of Heartslabyul collapse.

In terms of the messiness of this love triangle, I give it a B.

It’s annoying and messy, since they’re both so evasive and a little lacking in the making substantial moves department, but they’re still chill on how they treat you and the uninvolved parties (most of the time at least).

Azul vs Jade

Azul and Jade are both conniving and scheming master mind wannabes, but they also tend to rely on each other for support, so pairing them up against each other will lead to some sort of 4d intergalactic chess competition between them, while you are playing checkers and surprisingly still winning.

They’re the kind of smart that turns back around into being kind of stupid.

Jade is like a weird kid in a horror movie, all weird phrases and sinister smiles, but Azul isn’t much better with his mob boss vibe.

You can try running from them, but these fuckers must have put some sort of tracking gps on you because they always appear at the worst time.

Neither of them really knows how to even be romantic to win you over.

Azul is following some sort of guide like “How to make her fall for you in a fortnight”, taking notes and everything.

But he does tend to exaggerate with his gestures, not as much as Kalim would, but just enough to seem sorta of fake.

He’d even try to offer you suspiciously good deals, like “Go on a date with me and I’ll give you a study guide for alchemy”.

He only added one teensy eensy hidden clause that if he didn’t enjoy the date enough, you’d have to accept to go on another one.

But Jade is there to rain on his parade and tell you exactly what line and page you should search for suspicious activity.

Unlike Azul, Jade doesn’t try to conform to the human way of courting.

He is going to share his mushroom collection with you and also scare the shit out of you with ominous warnings of their specific properties.

He’d probably even make stuff up or embellish it to sound worse just to see your reaction.

Azul is definitely trying to end any time you have with Jade, giving him tasks right as the eel is spending time with you.

But it tends to go bad for Zuzu, as Jade just brings you along or purposefully half asses the task.

They’re also snipping each other with pointed comments that sound more like thinly veiled threats of violence.

Well, Jade’s threats are more violence oriented, while Azul’s are more of the mansplain manipulate malewife variety.

But what neither of them was prepared for was Floyd’s fourth wheeling.

Initially, Floyd thought it was pretty funny to see the other two beefing, but he gets bored fast.

He’s going to start taking you away from the other two so he can watch them fume in anger.

If he’s in the mood, he might even try to play matchmaker with one of them, or start shit talking both of them. The latter is more likely.

This is another pair of fools who won’t confess. They pride themselves so much as always being thirty steps ahead that they will try their hardest to create a situation where you have to choose one of them.

But it might all be for nothing because Floyd might just feel like telling you and then there goes any sense of mysteriousness down the drain.

I’ll give this love triangle an A. It’s definitely messy as hell, but it could always be worse.

Kalim vs Jalim

Oh boy. This is the love triangle from hell. Nuclear fallout levels of toxicity, and you’re the bomb.

This is a type of love triangle that no one even knows is a love triangle.

Kalim is the most obvious person on the planet with his crush.

He's showering you with expensive gifts, buttering you up like you’re a particularly tasty muffin and following you around like a lost puppy.

Even though he’s doing all that, homeboy will not use his brain cell to deduce he has a crush on you immediately.

As soon as he does figure it out (which bless his heart, might take a bit) he will be dead set on confessing to you, only being stopped by Jamil.

Jamil is putting the brakes on Kalims stunts, but not out of the kindness of his heart.

He knows he can’t directly stop Kalim, so instead he’s going to try to slow him down, and win you over behind everyone’s back.

Jamil is actually good at the art of romancing.

He’ll offer you tasty meals (disguised as leftovers of the things he made for Kalim), to braid your hair.

He’ll even offer really solid advice.

The two problems with all of this are that 1) Kalim will most definitely barge in at every given opportunity and cockblock the hell out of Jamil, and 2) You can very easily misinterpret this as friendly or even as part of his duties.

You and everyone else, that is.

I can’t see anyone figuring out Jamil’s crush on you. He’s one of the most discreet people on campus with his feelings.

And with the added grief of sharing them with Kalim, he’s keeping it under lock and key.

Kalim is going to confess. It’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when.

He’s strangely serious about the whole thing, bringing a 24 karat ring, with a red diamond bigger than your finger to prove his love to you.

Jamil is fuming. It’s like a kick to the nuts, and what I see it making him step up his game and basically confess to you as well.

He’d confess in a very roundabout way, the kind of confessing that leaves you wondering if you’re reading too much in between the lines. But remember, this is Jamil! Reading inbetween the lines is a required skill to actually understand this man.

This is such a messy love triangle honestly. If you choose Kalim, it’s going straight to Jamil’s mind chamber of repressed trauma. If you don’t choose Kalim, you’re going to have to deal with Al-Asim tears (he ain’t used to being told no in any capacity), which makes Jamil’s duties more stressful.

For all these reasons, I put this love triangle at S tier. Good luck to you, and my condolences. You aren’t leaving this mess unscathed.

Silver vs Lilia

This one is mostly just sad.

Silver is slow in matters of love. He’d be his normal gentlemanly self, barely changing how he behaves towards you, but to others he becomes lowkey really annoying.

Doing his homework? He's mentioning how he saw you through the window during that class. Sword training? He’s reminiscing on how you complimented his technique. Drinking water? You did say you needed to drink more water, maybe he should remind you.

This would most likely lead to Sebek flipping the fuck out and screaming at Silver to either do something about his crush or shut up.

Silver.exe is loading.

And then he just… nods his head and agrees that he should do something about it.

He’s going to get advice from Lilia, who isn’t exactly a master of seduction but at least has more experience under his belt.

Lilia already knew of Silver's crush, and sadly he also already knew of his own crush on you, but bat dad is dropping all of his potential feelings in favor of his son’s.

He’s telling Silver to bring you flowers, to take you out to dinner, to treat you with kindness and respect, the whole shabang.

And Lilia is always staying in the back, watching his little boy grow up. It does hurt him, but not exactly because of his feelings, more because he feels bad about sharing the object of his affections with his son. He’d never want to hurt his boy nor you.

Only Malleus would know of Lilia’s feelings, although Silver has an inkling that something isn’t right.

Lilia would never tell him, and Silver doesn’t know exactly what’s going on in his dad’s mind, but he definitely suspects that something is going on.

If Silver knew of his fathers feelings for you, he’d immediately stop pursuing you, so bat dad is making sure his son never knows what’s actually bothering him.

Malleus on the other hand knows that Lilia has some sort of feelings for you, but is also keeping it under lock and key at the request of Lilia.

Sebek is the only one fully out of the loop, which leads him to comment things that are really hurtful to Lilia.

Seeing as Lilia is emotionally constipated, he’d bottle it all up and proceed like normal.

When Silver confesses, Lilia feels bittersweet. He’s genuinely happy for his son, but pangs of sadness reverberate through his heart.

He’s downplaying his feelings even to himself.

In terms of rating, this is a D. Lilia just carries Silver on his shoulders and then dumps him in the finish line. It’s not even a proper race.

It’s very depressing, seeing as you will never even know about Lilia’s feelings, while Silver will always have an inkling that there’s something going on with his dad.

[jweekgoji]

Hello! Can I request a nsfw cogged Orion pax x cog less femme reader ? I was thinking after he came back from the surface to his miner friends.

Cogged!Orion/Cogless!Femme!Reader [TFO]

tw: size difference, valveplug (MDNI), soft and inexperienced!Orion, sub-ish!Orion at the start, first time, awkward intimacy, size kink. word count: ~1800 a/n: uni work makes me a little more busy now, but i hope i am not making you wait for too long. i tried to read it a few times and check for mistakes, but i'm eepy so...

Orion likes to touch. The way he gently places his servo on one of his friend's shoulders or lightly taps their frame to get the attention, it's how he used to show his care towards someone, to bring comfort. Growing up and being surrounded by many bots, some so friendly or not, it was natural for him to become the most tactile bot you ever met.

With you, it is only worse. The young troublemaker just can't stand a minute without having his servo around you, because that's how he is, so clingy and needy of the same affection and closeness with you.

You can't remember at least a one day when he wouldn't approach you with a surprise hug from behind, often pulling you closer to his chassis during a short breaks from working in mines. Even though every day he was risking his own life for the better of Iacon, sometimes even smacked by your supervisors, he never lost this innocent smile on his face. What more does he need in his life when he has you next to him?

Orion is the real definition of the sunshine person, the natural-born leader, always everywhere at once, seeking for more trouble the second you look away from him.

When he is so close, servos around your waist, his chassis against your own, you find it difficult to stare for too long into those big, bright blue optics of his, you feel your own one straining as if you had been looking for too long at the Sun.

Now the same intimacy between the two of you feels different, somehow, the touch is as gentle as before, but the usual brightness of his optics is not the same. Orion himself now looks different.

Stronger, taller, mature...tired?

A lot had happened in that short time he had on the surface of your home planet, so you never press on him to tell you more about than he wants. Right now, he wants to cling to the bits of comfort you can provide. How much he wants to hug you tighter, just to express that suppressed desire for warmth and solace.

Orion's hold around your waist tightens just a little more before he slowly relaxes. He notices how his servo is large enough to wrap around your entire waist now.

He knows you're strong, no matter the difference in size or lacking the cog, it doesn't make you any less strong than him. If anything,  the position you are in makes him more vulnerable than you ever have been. It's almost cute how quickly he pulls his servos from you after holding you a little tighter than he intended to, already looking all awkward and guilty, like a kicked puppy.

“Sorry, didn't uh...” he pauses for a moment, his optics shyly flickering to one side and to the other, then going back to your face. “...didn't mean to do that.”

How can he be so afraid to touch you now? As if you were made of a fragile glass? You couldn't help but huff, placing your servos on his face, your thumbs gently moving over the smooth metal of his helm. That tiny little «ears» he had now much longer, as you note silently in your mind, and that almost makes you want to gently tug at them.

Orion leans into your touch, closing his optics and relaxing, as he lets you caress him. In a position like this, when you straddle his thigh, he has nothing against letting you do whatever you want with him. Makes it easier to focus on the feeling and relax, rather than the constant fear of doing something wrong.

You can feel Orion's servo carefully placed over your own, his digits circling over your wrist in an almost soothing manner.

If only someone could see you two right now, such a big bot like him, melting under the touch of the small no-cog? And you were the one, acting all gentle towards him? The thought makes him shiver in pleasure, just staying with you like this is enough to warm his spark.

You lean closer for a kiss, struggling to reach for his face, until he tilts his head down, meeting your lips. A quiet groan escapes from him once you press yourself closer. If you try to listen intently, you might hear how fast his spark is beating in his chamber right now.

His servos slide lower, moving over the sides of your frame, only to stop to rest on your thighs, digits gently squeezing the soft plating.

There's something in his mind wanting more of it—that just those innocent, butterfly like kisses and tight embraces aren't enough, his spark practically yearning for your body against his.

But he can't tell you this, can he? He doesn't want to sound too greedy, too pushing, you probably aren't ready for him...for this. He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable. Orion would rather let you do everything at your own pace, no matter how agonizingly slow your servos move over his frame right now. It seems like a silent torture once you start teasingly moving your index finger around the center of his chassis, where the empty slot for his t-cog once was.

Orion tilts his head back a little, servos visibly trembling, as if trying to ground himself from flipping you underneath him and finally having his way with you. The silent struggling doesn't go unnoticed by you. Even though it was obvious to both of you, how much he wants to continue and ask for more, but he refuses to beg for it. He feels too shy, too scared to ask it from you, stubbornly suffering in silence.

Luckily for Orion, you might be no less stubborn than him as you begin gently grinding against his thigh. Slowly, carefully at once, just to concentrate on his reaction to this. You were ready for him to tell you to stop or to pull away immediately, but your concerns disappeared as soon as you heard a soft, strangled moan.

“Don't stop,” he manages to say between heavy breaths, optics half-lidded as he looks at you.

It's almost like he was waiting for it for cycles, given how quickly he wraps his servos around your thighs, only to position you between his legs, your back now pressed against his chassis.

He knows you're small, with him being almost twice your size, there's no way you would be able to take his spike without hurting you. Just thinking of it, of accidentally making you hurt at the moment as special as this...—

“It's fine” you murmur softly in response, leaning back against him. "Let's start little by little at first."

Orion only nods silently, and you can almost spot a tiny blue tint on his cheeks the moment he finally opens up his interface panel for you. A mech his size, and here he is, nuzzling his face against the top of your head in weak attempts to hide his own shyness, and that could not but encourage you to continue.

You lower yourself a little, so your valve could gently grind against the tip of his spike, already glistening with droplets of transfluid. You wonder, how long has he been like this, trying to ignore his own needs when you were right beside him?

A thin line of lubricant spreads around your entrance, mixing with your own wetness, now making you shudder at the burning, hot feeling, seeping into your frame. It is so unfair, the way you are so, so close and at the same time, so far away from where he desperately wants you to be. It's too much to bear.

You are so tiny compared to him, he can't help but remind himself to always be careful with you. Not to hold you too tight, or maybe not to accidentally break you the moment he can finally push his spike deep into you. No, no, don't get too tempted with ideas, Pax!

Orion groans softly, breathing a hot air against the crook of your neck. You're barely doing anything, and somehow, it is just too much. You can feel his spike desperately twitching against your folds, as if silently begging you to take mercy on him. He grinds against your entrance once more, rubbing the tip until he lines up with your valve.

He carefully thrusts up into you, the tip of his spike slipping in and out, just a fraction. It takes all of his self-control not to give in to the urge to thrust up into you, to bury himself inside you till the hilt. Even then, he is grateful for everything you give him.

“So good, so good around me, sweetspark,” he praises, planting a soft kiss on your neck, muttering your name over and over again in sync with a slow roll of his hips.

Orion groans as you continue to meet his thrusts, moving your hips against his own. The thought of his sparkmate, so smaller than him and yet you're taking him so well. There’s no mistake, Primus himself blessed him with you, with how perfect you are for him, everything in you is flawless. There is no way you weren’t created and destined to be his.

He looks down at you, an obvious fascination and adoration in his optics once he meets your own. The sight of you, almost salivating from pleasure alone is enough to push him over the edge.

It feels much more intense for you than you could have imagined. Each slow, tender thrust makes you arch your back as he stretches your insides. You already struggle to take him like this, with not even a half of his size inside you, yet you're already a shaking and whining mess on top of him. So full.

You let out a soft mewl once Orion thrust into you again, and that was enough to suddenly bring you to overload. You pant softly, closing your optics for a moment to catch your breath. Poor, poor tiny thing, didn't even fully realize how close you were already with how good his spike felt inside you.

You feel him throb inside you again, and you tense up at the realization. He didn't reach his own release.

Orion notices your slightly panicked state when you gently try to sit up again, only to slump back against his chassis, too tired to move for now. Despite everything, he's happy. He's so, so lucky to have you right now. It's so adorable how you immediately think of his own pleasure, a second after your own overload.

“Don't worry about me,” he gently kisses the top of your helm, his servo soothingly rubbing your thigh. “It brings me more pleasure to watch you like this.”

[amazinglyashy]

hi! First of all - i love the way u write omg😭 i basically went through all your posts last evening and today hahah (procrastinating at it’s finest😌) Second - i wanna request a prompt, but i dunno if it’s too close to the one where ‘reader tells the lads boys that she’s too heavy for them’? if so, just ignore this!🫡💗

If not - could you write something about the boys finding out that reader/mc used to have bulimia(/or unspecified ed) and that she’s quietly struggling again, but not telling them? Maybe something angsty/comforting?

Trigger warning - This involves talk about eating disorders. Please use discretion when reading! Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! That means so much, because I used to write a lot years ago but stopped for a long time. I only got back into it recently, so the love I've been receiving has really done a positive number to my confidence. Thank you, lovely <3 I don't think it's possible for me to NOT write this request, because I'm a long time ED sufferer, and I am currently experiencing a harsh relapse unfortunately... You read me like a book, because 'Too Heavy' was a direct reference to that. It's hard, because it's such an invisible problem that oftentimes you suffer alone. Thank you for the request, hopefully I did it some justice, and for you or anyone who may relate to this post. (Also wrote this while listening to Lullaby - Jhameel on repeat. Give it a listen!)

Love and Deepspace Li's find out about your ED (and your current struggle)

Zayne -

The moment he finds out you live with an ED, he's down at the library finding any books he can, and researching as much as possible throughout the hospital and his old college's database.

He's also finding patient testimonials that have been released, so he can find the most compassionate approach that would help you without causing you any more harm than you already are experiencing at the hands of your own mind.

"I found a new restaurant I want to try. Apparently, they make a certain dish really well, I think we should try it together while we go over the latest mission you wished to tell me about."

He knows what you like, so it makes it easy for him to order things to share together places and ensure you're eating.

He will go out to eat every single day if he needs to, that's not any issue to him. Neither is sharing foods or cooking meals that he knows you love, even if they're not particularly his favorite.

He tries not to talk to you much about it, but does his best to be encouraging and nothing more whenever the subject of professional help comes up.

When you start opening up even more to him, he's all ears, and he's exceedingly careful about his choices of words, like he always is, but even more so now. The last thing he wants is to speak a trigger, especially when he's so focused on helping you get better.

He knows it never truly goes away, your disorder. But that's not an issue. It's more... a fact of being with you. And just like you take his problems and disabilities, he will take every single one of yours as well.

In stride, and with love.

Xavier -

He caught on, mostly because he found it strange that one moment you had eaten every single snack in the cupboard, and the next he heard, you hadn't eaten anything all day. He was wondering if it was something he was just unaware of, but-

Quickly finds out what exactly is going on after a few times of this happening. He was worried it was some strange habit, and now he's even more worried finding out it's been something you've been dealing with for quite a while.

He's upset, to say the least. But he'll keep that to himself.

He just wants to help you now.

He'll ask if there's anything that you feel like sharing with him on how to best help you, and there's definitely a note somewhere on his phone with a list of things you told him. If he can do any of them daily, he will. Anything else is always on his mind.

He doesn't let it get in the way of your day to day, though. You still play games together like normal, read together, and go the arcade whenever you both have the opportunity to win some more plushies for your hoards. He's always conscious about his own comments and behavior, but he doesn't ever let it seem like he's keeping an eye on you or trying to supervise you.

The tightrope of trusting you and helping you deal with your disorder is a thin one, and Xavier dances along it with grace.

No matter what, being around him is a comfort. Whether you're having a good day, or a bad day.

Sylus -

He's pretty internally frustrated when he first find out about it, but he doesn't let it show.

It has nothing to do with you or anything you did. He's just used to... having everything under control. For every problem to have a solution solved easily with money, force, or some compassion.

This is something he can't control.

And he hates it.

Aside from that, Sylus is like a light in the dark.

He had a list of trusted professionals to help you, should you want, and multiple of them at that- just in case you don't feel comfortable with the first one or three.

Any food you genuinely like to eat is available at all times, it does not matter if it is three in the morning. Are you wanting it? Nice, it's right there on your plate.

The frequency of which you see him increases, including the twins, despite both situations being... vastly different.

Where he takes you out for dinners at new and gorgeous restaurants, including ones feature in your favorite media or having special events for a game you like- the twins are throwing bags of snacks at you and yelling at you to throw pieces into their mouths and so they can do the same to you.

You will learn Sylus did not ask them to do this, in fact he explicitly told them not to do that.

It's pretty obvious though, they were worried about Sylus. And not just him, but you too.

Probably because of how much Sylus has been concerned about you, even if just in secret.

He doesn't want his feelings to make you feel anything but loved, so prepare for a speech the second you feel any kind of guilty. You're not getting out of this one.

Not until you know how much he cares about you, no matter what.

Rafayel -

The way he treats it is extremely encompassing. The way he sees it, is if you're sad or not doing too hot mentally, it's going to affect every part of your brain, including the parts that make you feel the way you do with your ED.

Driving you somewhere? He's playing upbeat music pounding out of the speakers of his sports car, singing along goofily or making up new words. You haven't eaten in a long time? Too bad, suddenly he's hungry and wants a snack. In fact, he wants a snack every couple of hours. If you binged and feel like dying, he'll be offering you water and any distraction he can to get your mind off of your appearance or the guilt of your binge.

He will spend more of his own free time at the gym if he needs to to work off any extra weight he gains just to help you eat, if eating with him is what helps you and he doesn't want you to see him change and feel guilty over it. He doesn't care.

Constant, constant praise with him. It is not about your appearance, unless it's something you can change. Clothing you picked out, the way your makeup looks today, a hairstyle you did to yourself, etc. So many compliments on your achievements or work, all with a sweet smile across his face.

If it's really bad, he'll paint you gorgeous works in different sizes, that are conveniently perfectly sized to display directly over any mirrors in your apartment.

Whatever you need, he's on it.

He'll be there for you no matter your highs or your lows.

[getmeoutofhell]

I DESPERATELY need more horror/slasher house content 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

Groceries

slasher house x reader

“that shouldn’t be an issue. i don’t mind going to get the groceries while you clean up.” you nodded your head as you talked to hannibal. he had asked you to get the groceries while he cleaned up around the house, which with your kind nature you obviously agreed. in your opinion hannibal and daniel was definitely one of the more ‘calm’ people in the house if that makes sense. they were definitely the people you would go talk to if you had any problems going on, so of course if there’s a way for you to repay them, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

“thank you y/n, i really appreciate it. to show my appreciation, i will make you your favorite dessert after dinner.” he slightly smiles at you, before handing you the grocery list. your eyes had lit up when he said dessert, so you knew today was gonna be a good day.

fast forward some time, and you’re back at the house with the groceries. you had to ask jason and michael to help you pack them inside but still, you got it done. after everything was settled, hannibal started cooking dinner, and which art had decided that it would be the perfect time for him to go fuck with hannibal in the kitchen. that’s not a good idea. as you go to retrieve him from the kitchen, you see hannibal smacking the back of arts head with his hand, yelling at him to get out. you tried not to laugh at the situation, but you failed miserably, busting out into laughter at the sight. you see art start pouting as he left the kitchen, with you following him. “art i keep trying to tell you, don’t go in the kitchen while he’s in there.” he rolls his eyes at your statement before wandering off back to the basement. he’s such a funny man.

it’s now 8pm and you are playing uno with the group in the living room. billy loomis was sitting on the left side of you, while jennifer was on the right. freddy placed down a draw 4 card and called red, causing billy to cuss out profanities and calling his move “unfair”. jennifer tells him to suck it up as he draws the card, making him snarl at her. “what the fuck am i supposed to even do?!?! this game is bullshit.” here goes patrick again, complaining about something no one asked him to even do in the first place. you shake your head, no even caring to respond to him. “well you ocd fuck, no one asked you to place in the first place.” freddy said, making some of the guys laugh at him. patrick then says that this game is for babies and throws down his cards then leaves the room. everyday you wonder about him.

after the game of uno with the group it was time for bed. well, bed for hannibal and will you should say, everyone else stays up till like fucking 3am or something. as you guys were watching a movie, you looked to the side of you and noticed valak staring at you…again. “what do you want?” you heard no response like usual. “anyways.” you turn your head back to the tv. “this movie is suck a classic.” said stu. you nodded your head in agreement. hopefully tonight you can convince art to take a bath, or maybe not who knows.

how could i forget to mention that its halloween!! that means people are out, killing. isn’t that great?? you dressed up as your favorite slasher and even gave them candy after bed time. (you probably shouldn’t have don’t that, considering that fact that brahms was up all fucking night.)

happy halloween from me!! 🎃

[howisjoostfanfictionforfree]

Twice as Many Shadows

Joost Klein x Vampire!reader

Real person fiction!

CW: 18+, MDNI, RPF, getting roofied, attempted sexual assault, body horror, reference to violence against animals, cannibalism, no smut yet sorry (that’s in part 3 heehee), obligatory club scenes, countless other cliches, please let me know if I’ve forgotten anything

Reader: vampire!reader, female!reader, not descriptive with reader’s appearance but I did give them a bit of personality and a backstory that I hope does not detract from the ability to self insert,,,, yeah I may have gone too hard on backstory

Other notes: Story takes place Fall of 2022,,,,Also big thanks to my irl bestie for his help identifying stray plot bunnies and big thanks to @joosthead for always encouraging me and giving me so much advice over time when it comes to writing! You’re amazing!!!

Word count: ~5,900

Real person fiction! Beware! 👻

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You’ve been so many places over the past few years but Amsterdam is a first.

The Netherlands club scene tickles you and Amsterdam is the center of it all. Bouncing from city to city and country to country has kept you sane but this place has you pausing for the first time in what feels like forever.

The energy of summer saturated the nightlife when you arrived and parties raged until the dawn. Festival season was loud and unignorable but even the mainstay clubs and bars were full to bursting for months on end. Anywhere a body could fit there was a party to accommodate.

Even now as long warm nights turn crisper and darker as summer turns to autumn, the Dutch party on and you find yourself carried away by the momentum they never seem to lose.

It’s easy to stay. Maybe it's just been long enough since you started all this that you feel like you can breathe normally. Maybe you're just far enough away.

Maybe it really is just something about Amsterdam.

You’re growing attached to this place. You dread the day you will have to leave.

He catches your eye at the club. You notice him first, of course. Can hear him from clear across the room despite the bone-rattling music and a hundred other people.

It’s a Friday night and you itch to be among the crowd. Close enough to feel like one of them and share in their moment. You wish it were yours. You will make it yours too, just like always. 

Something about the exact way he looks and the exact way he speaks to his group of friends is so striking you couldn't ignore him if you tried. He jokes with an open affection that just shouldn't be possible in words chosen so crass and shouted so loud. Never have you heard ‘cancer dick’ sound like an endearment. 

He is so yellow and pink and blue. Your three new favorite colors. Golden hair almost luminescent under the black lights. Cheeks as pink as his flashy jacket. Eyes bluer than the toxic looking drink in his hand.

You couldn't say whether or not he is conventionally handsome. The sight of him immediately fills a space in your brain you didn't know existed like a lock and key and bowls over your pre-existing notions of the word.

Every part of his face fits in perfect proportion to the rest in a way you have never seen and it has you floored.

There's nothing unusual about it, nothing you can put your finger on, just something absolutely entrancing. 

He isn't just beautiful either. That perfect face is radiating an attitude like no one else in the room. No one else looks as happy, as carefree, as genuinely joyous. You can hear it in his words, see it in how he dances like he doesn't care who is watching. You can tell he doesn't. 

How long has it been since you felt such strong attraction? It makes you stupidly nostalgic for how simple things like this might have been when you were human.

You could have flirted with him, danced with him, maybe even taken him home, gotten his number in the morning.

Now, he is everything you want, everything you want to be, and most definitely everything you can't have. 

Not like that at least. He wouldn't have you. 

He catches your gaze from across the floor. Yeah, you probably are staring aren’t you. But you don’t look away. One perk of your creature status is a much increased ability to not give a fuck. Even when you really really should. His eyes rove over you and his face breaks into what you would call a smirk. 

You want to see it fall as you bite a chunk out of him. 

Okay, time to leave. Better get out of here before you do something weird. Turning away, you weave through the crowd. You feel his eyes on you the whole way out.

Literally. Vampires can do that. 

The itch of his gaze evaporates as you step out the door and reach for a cigarette. Disgusting but necessary. Perfect for blotting out all the people-smells that you’re suddenly having a harder time than usual ignoring.

The first drag is fucking toxic but it’s immediately easier not to focus on the cocktail of male sex hormones the club atmosphere provided. You wonder which are his of the dozens dancing on your tongue. 

The overlap between sexual attraction and the urge to hold someone between your jaws still surprises you sometimes. Of course it isn’t always about sex. You could want to eat someone you hated just as bad. Most often it’s a complete stranger.

It’s like squares and rectangles. You might not think about fucking someone every time you need blood, but every time you do want to fuck, you also want to sink your teeth in. 

If you’re being honest though, this observation is based on fairly brief encounters with fairly drunk men. In reality, you haven’t gotten any in a while. Years in fact. Literal monster behavior seems to be a bit of a turn off for most men and sexy encounters always end the moment you get a good few gulps in and their struggling makes you start to feel guilty. 

You sigh. This is far from the first time you’ve wondered at this particular predicament. Why can’t a girl get some?

You flick the butt to the ground and grind it out with your heel. It’s about time to head home. You came out to have fun and you don’t actually need to feed right now. Even if you did, it would probably go poorly given the mood you’re in. 

You don’t have the archetypical problem of killing people when you feed, not that you’ve never killed anyone, but the trauma level for whichever poor person you choose on a given night can vary greatly depending on your state of mind and right now you’re feeling a little worked up. It might be more bloody than usual. 

Ideally, it’s always drunk people you feed on, as fucked up as that sounds, in the end they usually remember less. That or sleeping people.

God. So much noncon. 

But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Blood banks actually ask a lot of questions and you’ve never felt like trying to intimidate a doctor into faking a condition for you, too afraid of catching their interest and becoming a science experiment.

There aren’t any vampires you've met yet that could point you in a helpful direction either. You never even got to know the vampire that turned you. 

The exact circumstances of your metamorphosis were actually a bit of a mystery. You had no memory of being bitten.

One night you came-to in the middle of the street, blocks away from where you should have been, shoulder bloody, and within the hour you were crawling out of your skin as you transformed. 

Outwardly, you looked no different, but that night your senses shifted and heightened and your bones and muscle tore apart and regrew stronger in far too short a time. 

It was a good thing you had been alone. You had been with your friends before. It was a girls night out catching the newest Spiderman in theaters.

Sitting there on the pavement, blood seeping into your shirt, you knew there was something off and you stumbled home without finding them. 

When you arrived you realized you were more than just in shock. It hurt. Everything hurt. You should have gone to the hospital. But how could you have known?

It came on fast.

By the time you knew there was something really wrong, you were too weak to make it anywhere in your agony. Too weak to even make it to your phone in your coat pocket hanging on the door. 

In the end, you are glad no one got to witness what happened. What you are sure would have been beyond explanation. The sight of your own flesh writhing under your skin is unforgettable. The tiles of the kitchen floor where you collapsed took days to clean. 

The only thing that kept you from totally freaking out in the moments afterward was the insane thought that maybe you had become Spiderman. As stupid as that sounds.

Not that you were a hero or anything.

That much was clear from the beginning when you stumbled outside to rip into the dog in the yard across the street after realizing you could hear your neighbors through the wall and it was making your mouth water. 

Dogs are disgusting. At least it didn’t die. 

You still watch Spiderman now and then on the days you're feeling a tad existential. Honestly, you wish you could be Spiderman. You don’t really know what you are.

Your heart still beats and you definitely don't sparkle, but your canines are extendable and people really do look delicious sometimes. You feel the need to feed on people but no one you've ever fed on has turned. You checked.

It would be nice if whoever bit you had stuck around to talk it out. In the end, vampire just seemed like the best word for it. 

Never mind the flesh eating part. 

What were you saying? Oh yeah, if you try and find someone drunk enough to not notice a little bite right now, you might accidentally decapitate them. A slight exaggeration, but still. 

The worn cobblestones glitter under the amber lamplights as you make your way down the street towards the tram stop, still thinking about that perfect face.

The breeze carries a real hint of chill now, letting go of the last traces of your favorite summer since you started all this.

The shadows on the water are deeper than you remember ever seeing them. They creep up over the edges of the canals to fill the street and swallow the alley you turn down. 

You make it only a few feet before a group of guys round the opposite corner and take up the entire width of the passage.

Even with the knowledge that they would ultimately move to the side, you don’t want to deal with the urges they might inspire in such a tight space. Not right now.

Somehow you’re only feeling more and more keyed up.

Making a quick decision, you turn around to head back the way you came. The thumping of the bass becomes detectable as you near the club again, rattling you physically to match your internal agitation. 

You round the corner to try going up the other street this time and collide harshly with the exact person you had been looking to get away from. 

What was even the point of being a vampire if you couldn’t avoid clumsy moments like these?

 You take a step back as you raise your hands up slightly in a placating gesture. 

“Het spijt me,” you say trying to dodge around him quickly as his scent absolutely floods your senses. 

Fuck, he smells good. 

The general mixed smells of horny male in the club had been enough when looking at him before, but here and now, you realize you are in real trouble. The way he smells itches something deep in you. You want to fuck him. You also want to bite him. Hard.

Go now. Leave.

He spins as if to follow you as you skirt around him. 

“No problem! Hey I saw you earlier, are you leaving already?” He says in perfect English. He must think you’re a tourist. Technically, you kind of are. 

“Is my accent that bad?” you say, pausing in step to look at him. 

What the fuck are you thinking. You need to go right now. 

He grins. ”Haha, yes a little.” 

You can’t help yourself. You can tell he’s teasing. He was charming before from all the way across the room and he’s just as charming right now. All blond fluff and cheekbones and effortless charisma. You turn to face him fully.

“Well, yeah, I think I’m done for the night,” you say carefully. 

He leans in a little, opens his mouth to say something else, but stops dead when he sees what must be your eyes turning pitch black. 

You feel the subtle tug as it happens. The proximity to something so fucking potent as he leans forward pushes you over an edge you didnt even know was there. You’re literally engaging night vision like you’re going to hunt him or something. Ridiculous. You haven't had this problem in years. 

“Fuck!” he stumbles back. “Your eyes! A-Are you…….What!?” 

You’re still just standing there and you can tell he doesn’t know what to say. For as much as pop culture loves the supernatural, no one is ever actually prepared to encounter it.

You can tell he isn’t drunk enough to forget what he’s seeing right now but once again you don’t care like you probably should.

You allow your gaze to flit from his shocked stare down to his lips and then, after a moment, to his throat. When you look up again, it’s obvious he’s blushing. His eyes have become so dark they could rival your own if it weren't for the sclera.

Less than a second later, the smell of his arousal hits you.

What the fuck?

It stirs you more intensely than you thought possible and you know it's now or never. Leave or absolutely traumatize this beautiful stranger. 

You summon all your willpower and turn tail and run.

You don’t even try to conceal your speed. It's dark enough and the risk has to be taken if you stand any chance of getting far enough away to save the situation by the time that willpower runs out. 

Besides, he’s already seen you. 

By the time you reach your street you’re panting. God, that was like four kilometers. Whatever fresh Twilight bullshit that says vampires never run out of stamina is just wrong. You may have done it in a nice neat ten minutes but still, that was rough.

The burning in your chest has you feeling decidedly less sexy and you walk the rest of the way home. 

Home was a small apartment you had found on the edge of the city where you could afford to not have a roommate and the landlady let you pay month by month instead of signing on for a whole year. It was always hard finding places like that.

In the few months you had been there not one of your neighbors was especially loud or smelly or nosey and you counted it a lucky find. It was a perfect spot really, and you were glad it was within your budget.

You had been working remote for the duration of your worldly travels. Even if things got tight sometimes, it was a good enough paying job and you wouldn't trade it for anything since it allowed you to move around when you wanted.

After your great murderous fuck-up, you had found it was very soothing to be out of country, even if you were sure no one was onto you. 

It would be pretty hard to pin anything on you with no body.

As far as you know, the poor guy is still considered missing. Well, you say ‘poor guy,’ but the guy was kind of an asshole. You had never been drugged before, but you could tell for him it was a practiced routine.

The horror of the night started at the bar at the local theater. Not a place you had thought to be on your guard. You were there with a few friends in full costume to catch this month's performance of Rocky Horror.

It was intermission and you were all milling about refilling drinks and stretching your legs and fighting to fit as many people at once into the lone photo booth in the corner. The bar was small and you did not expect to stop there for longer than it took to get a new beer. 

He came up next to you, too close from the get-go considering there was no one else standing there, and made conversation while he had you captive waiting for your drink.

He wasn’t from around there, was visiting he said, and wanted to know what people do for fun. You could tell he really meant he wanted to know what fun he could have with you.

As forward as he was, it wasn't unusually pushy and you were ultimately unbothered when you broke away to find your friends. You never even saw how he managed to dose you. 

You never found your friends.

You don’t even remember how you made it to his car. 

One minute you were walking back to your seat and the next, you were outside. It was cold. Someone was carrying you bridal style.

You were pretty out of it for a good minute. Not sure how long exactly, but long enough that when you started processing things again, you were pulling up by the side of the road near a cow pasture.

He clearly thought you were still out of it because he removed his hand from your thigh, cut the engine, and got out to go around to open your door without a word. 

God knows what he had in mind for you that night, but you never found out because as it happens, he was right, you were still kind of out of it. Not like he had intended, your metabolism already working through a dose surely meant to incapacitate, but you were still loopy enough that logic was miles away and a cold and creeping dread began to fill you as you realized your situation.

The inability to think clearly, though it was getting better with each second, was only more agitating. 

It didn't even occur to you at the time that he stood no chance, that this was all ridiculous. You had been different for too short a time back then.

He was a threat, and one way or another you were about to respond. 

He opened your door. 

You had never felt the kind of fear-panic-rage before that you did in that moment. 

You were up in a flash as soon as he opened it wide enough and dragged him with you into the field.

Your strength was unexpected and his last words were no more than a surprised shout before you ripped his throat out and drank.

Each time he thrashed, the panic fought to overwhelm you and you drank faster to quiet him. He couldn't hurt you if you made him stop moving. 

When he ran dry, the panic-rage still burned and it seemed only natural to take a bite. A real bite. You had to make sure he stopped. 

So you did. 

And then another bite. 

And another and another and before you knew it, he had no head. 

Then, he had no arm and then soon, he only had a leg. 

The only thing you didn’t eat was his clothes. 

When light started to creep over the horizon, you finally came out of your state. You felt both calm and horrified. The threat was gone, but you also didn’t know you could do that. Where did it all go? Forget the size of your stomach, your entire body couldn’t have fit his inside of it. 

It was a little startling at the time. 

You burned his clothes and drove his car to the bottom of a lake. It might have been enough, probably was, but after that you didn’t stick around long to find out.

All this was to say that you enjoyed where you were now. It had been a good couple of years and you were now only vaguely disturbed about your latent abilities. You had even gotten back to the point where you were going back to bars and clubs again!

There was a time when you stayed away after that. You had been slow to return to enjoying nightlife, but Berlin had done wonders in that department and Amsterdam only solidified it. There was something about the Dutch brand of party that made you feel alive.

Tonight put a slight damper on that feeling of progress though. You’re not sure what you would have done to that guy if you hadn't left that very second.

Even if the situation was entirely different, it was the first time since that disastrous night that you have felt so out of control.

You can’t say you felt particularly murderous but you did want to hurt him in ways that make you blush a little now as you trudge up the steps to your door and wrestle with your keys. 

Ugh. You can never repeat that night. 

You will have self control. 

You do have self control. 

Mostly. 

You should just calm down already. As you bolt the door and slip off your shoes, you resolve to make tea and forget about it. Besides, you didn’t really do anything and no one will ever believe him. 

The next day finds you completely normal and you spend your time working. You had a good night's sleep all things considered.

It’s such a good thing that vampires can sleep. Sure, maybe you would get more done if you didn’t, but honestly you think you would go crazy. You love your comfy little nest and you love turning your brain off. It needed to be turned off after that encounter. 

By next week, the entire thing is forgotten (filthy lie) and you feel like it is high time for another visit to the club. Boredom is killer and you can't resist anyways. Last time was surely a one-off.

You do yourself up and make your way downtown. 

The street lamps reflect off the water and the countless neon signs of bars and restaurants give the streets an ethereal glow despite the shadows, deep as ever.

They scatter in in every direction, multiplying in protest of the city lights and gathering themselves to obscure every corner.

The pounding bass spills out the door of every club you pass and the carefree Friday night energy of every person wandering the streets is tangible. 

Amsterdam is so awesome. 

You purposefully choose a new spot you found on Instagram, hoping to avoid running into him again.

You’ve never been big on social media, but ever since your life took you on the road it became critical to your navigation of the world. It took some getting used to, especially with no one in your life to ask more than superficial questions, but you figured it out. 

It still startles you occasionally just how non tech-savvy you can be. It’s not usually an issue but when you forget how to convert file types or struggle to navigate online forums you can't deny you’re a little behind the curve. Honestly, you might as well be a vampire from the 17th century not the 21st. One hidden away in a decaying manor far from modern technology. 

An exaggeration, but it really feels that way sometimes. 

You often pat yourself on the back for learning how to use the software necessary to do your job. Your career hadn’t required it of you before and it was only due to the fuckass pandemic that it had become an option. Now that you had the tech down it was very convenient to be able to do your job virtually.

That had been one of your biggest concerns in the beginning. How were you gonna fund your life on the run if you had to constantly search for new employment? 

When you get to the club it is delightfully similar to the photos and you spend your evening rotating between dancing your ass off and people-watching from the side when the smells and jostling get a little too exciting.

Yes, the club is exciting. The right amount this time around. You feel like a real young adult. You give yourself another pat on the back for your foray into normalcy.

It’s a smaller club on Lange Leidsedwarsstraat. By no means tucked away, but far enough from Leidseplein main square that there are far fewer tourists.

The ice is starting to melt in your drink. You can’t be bothered with it when there is so much to look at.

There can't be more than fifty people crammed in this tiny renovated warehouse but they manage to sport a variety of fashion and dance styles. Inevitably, you spot hakken amongst them. The tangle of decks and mixers on the small raised stage is huge and the lone DJ operating it all glows in alternating colors as lights strobe from behind to scatter over the crowd.

You work your way out of the corner and back onto the dance floor again. The upbeat song playing now hits just the right vibe for how you’re feeling. 

Doe de Fryslân bop

Wist je niet dat ik van Fryslân kom?

Dude, doe de Fryslân bop

Blaas het op als een fietsbandpomp

You bop along for a minute as the song demands and notice a group of several people shouting along much louder than everyone else. They seem to know every word.

One of them facing away from you turns in place as he dances and suddenly you’re locking eyes with the exact same guy. 

Jesus Christ, what are the odds. 

Well, maybe not terrible odds if you consider he’s probably a local. 

But still. Goddammit. 

His face instantly lights up and it would be kind of cute if you weren’t panicking. Those baby blues pack a punch. What happened to not giving a fuck?

Before you can move a single muscle to make your retreat, he is surging towards you through the crowd and  o h   s h i t   you did not expect that.

You thought he’d be running too. Even if he had been surprisingly horny in the face of inhuman eyes, you figured the freakish speed there at the end would have been enough to spook him.

Shocked, you fail to stop him from grabbing your wrist like he can tell you’re gonna make a break for it again. Vampire reflexes who? You open your mouth to protest but before you can say anything he leans in and bites your shoulder.  

What.

WHAT?

You realize you’re shouting it as he pulls away laughing. 

“Fancy seeing you here!” He is way too happy.

“You bit me!”

“Are you gonna bite me back?” 

“What!?”

“C’mon, I know you want to.” The way he waggles his eyebrows should not be attractive. It is.

“Excuse me?!”

“I’ve watched enough tv to know a bloodsucker when I see one.” He looks stupidly smug.

“Yeah, tv. You should probably stop watching so much.”

“Your eyes were beautiful y’know.” You feel your own heart stutter.

“I think you had too much to drink.”

“Please, that was not drunk at all, you should have seen how we ended the night!”

“Yeah, you definitely were. But you’re joking, right? You should know most girls aren’t into roleplay right off the bat.” Maybe you can embarrass him into leaving you be. 

He scoffs and brings his other hand to the back of your head so he can pull you in as he leans down to whisper in your ear. 

“Why did you run?”

You can tell he’s deliberately holding your face close to his throat and god damn him, you know what he is trying to achieve and it works. This close to the source, the other smells of the club can’t run interference.

His presence is just as overwhelming as the first time and the smell of his skin and the thump of his heart is so close now you can’t help your reaction once again.

You feel the familiar tug behind your eyes and the shadows of the room start to melt away. The little silver chain sitting against his clavicles snaps into perfect definition.

He pulls away to gauge your reaction, the sly motherfucker, but his grin melts into stupefied wonder when he sees exactly what he had hoped for. 

“There it is.” He whispers. His heart is beating harder than ever and his scent rushes forward to envelop you even though you are no longer pressed to his neck. He smells like adrenaline. He smells like arousal.

You pout as he drinks you in. He pulled a fast one on you. 

Realizing he’s still holding your wrist, you flex in warning. He grips tighter like he’s afraid to let you go.

“C’mon, I’m not gonna go around gathering a mob with torches and pitchforks, what’s the big deal?”

You hold his gaze. You remember very well what the big deal is. What you are capable of when emotions are this high. He has you feeling something, alright.

But, you have to admit, even though everything about his presence is sending you into the stratosphere, it is nothing like that night. This feeling, albeit intense, is a good one. 

When was the last time someone talked to you like this? After seeing what you were? Never. Maybe you overreacted before. Maybe you can control yourself. As much as you want to rip into his shoulder you're not doing it. You‘re enjoying looking at him too much.

He really is beautiful.

Right now it doesn't feel like you're in danger of a big deal 2.0. Just maybe something equally stupid.

“You know I’ll have to kill you if you out me right?” You look over at the rest of his group where they are still dancing. 

His eyes widen at your indirect confirmation- you are a vampire. His grip becomes stiff and you finally get a whiff of fear. Good. Even if you’re lying, he should know who he’s dealing with. 

He stutters a bit, “I-I told some of my friends I saw something crazy, but they don’t believe me I swear! They just think I was drunk! Like you said!” 

God, he’s outing himself already. He’s so lucky you’re not actually evil. You just laugh and begin swaying to the beat again. You break his hold on your wrist effortlessly now, just a hint of real strength, so you can grab his hand instead. 

“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing. Dance with me?”

Even in the low lighting of the club, you can tell with your shifted vision how hard he’s blushing. In spite of his fear, he smells like he’s ready to fuck you pregnant. 

God, he’s a freak. 

You love it.

He acquiesces after a stunned moment and begins to bounce along with you. After a minute, you see him start mouthing the lyrics and it strikes you again how well he seems to know them. 

“A favorite of yours?” you say. 

”I wrote it!” he exclaims, leaning in. “You like?” 

“Did you really?” You are genuinely skeptical.

He scoffs. “I did! I am huge Netherlands artiest, don’t you know Joost Klein? Also, I know the DJ so he plays my stuff.” You hear humor in his voice but you don’t know what part is a joke.

Joost Klein. Huh. You have never heard that name in your life.

“Wow, I feel so lucky to meet a celebrity.” You bat your eyes at him.

He clocks your bullshit immediately.

“Really! I can show you my stuff! Come to my studio and I’ll show you what I’m working on!” 

You smirk. You are really dancing quite closely now. 

“Wow I dunno, I never usually let boys show me their stuff on the first date.”

He chokes out a laugh “So this is a date huh?” his hands are on your waist now.

“I don’t know yet” You say. “Dance with me some more.” 

Because you are insane, you turn around and lean up against him. The music is a little slower and heavier now than the alt-pop rap playing before. Joost gets the message immediately and soon you’re grinding to the beat. Already, you can feel his bulge against your ass.

You let yourself get lost in the rhythm of the music and the feeling of him against you. It's easy to lose time when his scent and his touch surround you like this. You could almost forget the itch in your canines. 

His head bows and his lips skim your shoulder where he bit you. What a strange sensation. A role reversal. You still can't believe he did that. For a minute, you feel strikingly human.

You arch up into him and let your head fall back against his chest. His lips move up to your ear and he asks, “Can I have your number?” You twist yourself back around to face him. 

It’s getting harder not to just kiss him. 

You maintain eye contact for a minute, his gaze searching yours.

Without breaking the stare-down, you reach into his pocket oh-so-slowly and pull out his phone, offering it to him.

He is starting to look a little crazed but he breaks the eye contact to look down and open it for you. You punch in your number when he turns it to you and slide it back into his pocket, just as slowly. 

Hooking a finger into his belt loop, you look up at him under your lashes. Joost looks like he doesn’t know whether to fuck you now or fuck you later. If he can wait to get you home.

You don’t let him deliberate. 

Leaning up, you ghost your lips over his. “See you soon.” 

And with all the stupid supernatural guile you can muster, you sink backwards into the crowd and disappear. The last glimpse you catch of his face is one of outrage. 

You laugh all the way down the street. 

A side street without lamps lends the shadows you need for cover as you give it just a bit of a speed boost in case he gets the idea to go looking for you again. Lord knows you’ve bumped into him enough times now that he might think to try it. 

You aren’t even to the end of the street before you get a text.

        +31 06 5337496:  y r u so mean to me ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

          +31 06 5337496:  when will you come to my studio?

          +31 06 5337496: ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

You're still not sure what he really means by studio. Maybe it was a joke for his apartment. A studio apartment? Or maybe he really does make music. That would be fun. Not that you know much about Dutch music. Or Dutch. You sigh. It’s a process. 

Saving his number you write back.

        cap

          I am not mean

          had to get out of there before you turned full blood-                 

          sucker on me biting my shoulder like that

          Tuesday? 

The dot-dot-dot pops up and goes away no less than seven times before he finally replies.

          Joost:  (/>w<)/ yayyyy can’t wait!!

           Joost:  meet me at 16 Schimmelstraat at 14:00 :333

You can't help but snort at the way he texts. Definitely a funny guy. You have such good taste. 

It took him quite a while to respond compared to the speed at which he first texted you. You might be technologically illiterate, but even you know that means Joost had to think about something a little harder.

He does seem to get flustered by everything vampiric. Oh this was going to be so much fun.

On the other hand, Joost might just be a slow texter. 

You know where you would place your bet. 

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Thank you so much for reading!! Sorry for the atrocious amount of backstory. I didn't realize what I’d done until it was too late (and I didn’t want to rewrite). I promise the next one will be more Joost-centric interaction and less boring exposition. Btw this series will include smut! Yay!!

[starrette]

❝Romance On Ice❞

FIC. Kinich x fem!reader

WORD COUNT. 1.4k

SUMMARY. Your partner who was supposed to compete with you for a pair skating competition ditched you, and now you were struggling to find someone last minute. Suddenly, while you were practicing, your coach surprises you.

AUTHORS NOTE. I put a lot of effort into this one! so enjoy >_<

ps. masterlist for this will be made soon!! Hints of nilou x reader if you like that btw.. or you can interpret it as platonic!!

“For fucks sake, you’re not serious are you?”

“I am–I’m really sorry, (name).”

Which was the thing he said at the end of the conversation you vividly remembered with your former partner when he told you he was backing out of the pair skating competition the two of you were competing in. This decision was very sudden and on a whim, which definitely pissed you off. You were now completely partnerless for this competition that unfortunately required a duo performance to participate.

You informed this to your coach & childhood best friend Nilou, and she was definitely not pleased with the news. She told you it was perhaps best if you dropped out of the competition, which was very unlike her, she would normally encourage you and trust in you, but it felt like she had no hope. You definitely didn't like this, so you tried begging her to find you a new partner–And after days of whining, she finally agreed to try to find you another partner–which was basically almost impossible, as almost every other figure skater in town had already gotten a partner. You could barely remember the conversation within your head, but it definitely went something like this:

“Oh come on Nilou, you gotta help me out here–”

“No.” Nilou said, stopping you from whining any longer.

“Please! You’re my best friend..” You begged, “I’ll do anything, I’ll even spend all my break-days practicing!”

“Awh, come on (name)..” She said, as if she was considering it, “Sometimes you make it impossible for me to say no to you, so I guess I’ll try.” She said, smiling softly. “But no promises.” She quickly said, hoping you wouldn’t get your hopes too high.

You could remember the joy you felt when he said he would at least try as you immediately hugged her, she hugged you back as you guys embraced, it was a heartfelt moment. Nilou knew how important this was to you, and you knew you had to try to win this competition, it had been your dream to win it since you were a young girl. At this point, you would take anyone to be your partner, as long as you could participate then you were happy with it.

.

On a casual evening, you were practicing doing loops, jumps and spins, it was definitely exhausting but you just kept practicing. You were probably doing it to cool off after your former partner abandoned you. All of a sudden Nilou would suddenly approach you with a huge smile on her face, you could tell he heard good news with him, and honestly it somewhat excited you.

“(name)! I have good news, after a bit of searching I finally found someone who can partner up with you for the competition! And from what I’ve heard, he’s very proficient and talented at what he does.”

“Seriously? That fast? It’s only been a day or two. Maybe I underestimated you..” You said, overthinking a bit, “Well anyways, that’s great news! Thank you so much Nilou, you’re the best.” You said, overjoyed with the news as you celebrated in that small world of yours.

“Of course! Anything for my dear best friend.” She said, acting as if it was no big deal for her.

“Soo.. When do I get to meet this mysterious partner of mine? If I’m gonna have to work with him I need to get to know him first, you know?” You said, your manner of speech teasing with a hint of seriousness.

“I arranged for you two to meet at your favorite coffee shop tomorrow at 2pm, and knowing your schedule you should be good at that time.” Nilou said, the smile on her face soft and gentle.

Of course she knew your schedule, Nilou knew almost everything about you.. From your work schedule to your shoe size. It honestly made you smile knowing how you had such a caring and loving friend by your side. Nilou had always been by your side, even when you both were kids. She was the one who would protect you from bullies during middle-school, and eventually as you grew up and matured you began to do the same.

“You know my schedule like the back of my hand you know?” You joked. “Well anyways, 2pm tomorrow is perfect, it’s during my one hour break so I should be able to go.”

“Perfect! Then I’ll tell him you can make it.” She said happily, she was clearly excited for you, I guess luck was on your side.

.

At 2:08 pm, you were rushing over to the coffee shop in fear of being late. As you finally entered the shop, you leaned on the doorframe as you tried to catch your breath again. Eventually, you would look around the place that was jam packed with people. Nilou had told you that the reservation was at table 6. As you observed the area, your eyes gazed upon a certain green eyed guy on his phone drinking coffee, it was Kinich, your rival.. And he of-course he was sitting on table 6, just perfect.

You and Kinich had been rivals for many-many years, and now you were partners with him? Well, you did say anyone.. But Kinich? Ever since you were in highschool, you never got along, no matter what it was, whether it was who was in line first, to who would be getting valedictorian. Nilou would always be the one to stop these little quarrels of yours–but thinking back on your highschool years, you were somewhat fond of those years.

You would approach Kinich slowly, before scoffing,

“Why are you here?.”

“I could be asking you the same thing.” He replied, his voice always somewhat irritated you, the thought of having to hear his voice almost everyday annoyed you greatly, but you tried to act calm and friendly towards him, despite everything.

“Soo… Are you my partner?”

“Probably.” He replied, his voice was nonchalant yet it had a hint of irritation.

“I didn’t know you figure skated.” You said, awkwardly trying to make a conversation.

You then sat down on the chair in-front of him before raising your hand to call a waiter. One of the waitresses then approached as she held up her notes waiting for you to order,

“So what will you be ordering?” The waitress asked, her facial expression exhausted.

“I’ll just get a caramel macchiato.”

You replied, before grabbing your phone out and texting Nilou. You were pissed off that she didn’t tell you that Kinich was gonna be your partner, but you didn’t really have much of a choice.

You set down your phone before waiting for your order to arrive. You were somewhat upset that Nilou didn’t tell you your partner was gonna be Kinich, but you knew if she told you you would’ve declined and had no chance to compete.

Kinich noticed that you seemed to be in a bad mood, he wanted to comment on it but he didn’t bother. The silence in the air was awkward, chilling maybe. The two of you would just sit in your respective chairs, awkwardly staring at each other.

Waiting for your order, you would silently fidget your hands. You were trying to avoid eye contact, but you were failing miserably as you glanced at him multiple times, even catching him staring at you a few times. You slowly became distracted by the crowd and large noises surrounding the cafe. It was somewhat peaceful—But of course it was interrupted by the waitress giving you your order.

“One caramel macchiato.” The waitress said, putting down your drink in front of you. She then left in a hurry.

You would take a small sip of the caramel macchiato, before trying to start a conversation in-order to make a bit of progress.

“So.. I—”

“Let’s set our differences aside to win this.” He said, his mannerisms and tone of voice serious. “I want to win this as much as you, which makes us equal.”

“Your point?” You replied, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“Let’s try to work together.” He replied, his deep gaze slightly intimidating you.

You’d nod, reaching out your hand for a handshake. She seemed confused at first and quickly shook your hand, I guess this was it. . You were now stuck with him for a month or so, complete hell but this was your biggest dream, and you needed to win this. Anything was worth winning this thing.

End.

[mintmatcha]

Mint you make such delicious conflicts between characters. I keep think about the realization that Akaashi, Bokuto and you are a relationship. The whole thing is a big misunderstanding but also becomes a precursor to a lot of hurt.

You honest to goodness thought you were cheating on Akaashi. You were doing it on purpose, to get what you want, regardless of his feelings. And for that guilt to suddenly just be canceled out leaves a weird hole that feels dumbly smoothed over. Of course you dreaded what might happen if you got caught, yet having everything just kind of be okay in the end feels as if you got off scott free. It sounds silly but you feel as if you should be punished.

And its a betrayal of communication too. Why did the two of them let you walk around not knowing, thinking it was just automatic that all three of you were together, leaving you simmering in that guilt created out of nothing? If not Bo, Akaashi should definitely know better. And sure it just so happens that Bokuto is attractive and caring and magnetic, but what if you didn't think about him like that? Where's your say in this? They never even thought to ask you. You had all been "dating the whole time and you just didn't realize it". Its like you just discovered you've been standing on a trapdoor this whole time. It could fall away any second. Bo and Akaashi's relationship far eclipses yours. Dispite the surplus of affection, there's a part of you that feels like an outsider in your own relationship. Whose to say they won't just drop you? You embrace it, the new avenue of love and sudden permission and access. You're frequently found sitting on Bokuto's lap, benefitting from wild and hot sex you had known to be bittersweet before and should now be just sweet. But the bitterness lingers. Sometimes it feels like when they look at you, they might not actually care what you think, everything's already been decided for you.

Akaashi is relieved that this was all just a big misunderstanding and he's thrilled that the pieces have fallen together for his two loves, at least for the first little bit. It was so odd to feel like he was trying to protect Bo against you, but now he understands why, and besides the three of you are almost glued together now so everything is okay. Though he keeps finding himself yanked out of sweet moments by the niggling thought that you didn't think that Bokuto was part of your relationship with him, and yet you slept with him anyway. He knew only because of Bokuto. Meanwhile you didn't tell him a single word about it. You lied to him. Occasionally he finds that this non-betrayal betrayal lances through his chest and becomes the only thing he can think about, sticks to his brain like gum. You've already shown the capacity for it, would you do it again? It would be so easy. Then the feeling that he's against you comes back, a private suspicion he tries to will away. You lied to him. Because everything was nullified there's no apology to give so why dies he feel like he needs one?

And Bo doesn't make it out unscathed either. All the rejection is easily explained away by you having not known, and its a rush to have all his love returned full force, but the memory of it stays. He finds himself hesitating when it comes to you, a little bit afraid that this time when he reaches out you might go back to pulling away. You had only intended to date Akaashi after all. What if you're lying about loving him too just to placate them both and stay with Akaashi? Besides that, its not as if he felt like he cheated, but now knowing you had used him to cheat on his own boyfriend makes him complicit in a crime he never thought he could be a part of. You cast him in that role. Is that really what you think of him? As someone who could cheat with his "best friend"s girlfriend? And also, how could you not have known? If not the love between you and him, certainly the love between him and Akaashi. Should he be worried that it doesn't seem that he and Akaashi are in love? He goes overboard trying to 'prove' this stuff in public, bowling over Akaashi's boundaries about being touched and his general dislike for pda, ticking Akaashi off. It salves Bo's insecurity, so its hard to cut it out.

Its a wild thing to grapple with because otherwise you three have never been happier. There's so much love and affection to share. The sex is fantastic. But this rom-com haha funny misunderstanding has roots to deeper problems. You're scared to open that can of worms.

WOW THIS ASK IS SOOO INTERESTING IVE BEEN CHEWING ON IT FOR HOURS

really communications is the pitfall for all three of you!

[dinoburger]

let me just get my thoughts down for a moment after a light perusal of the Mouthwashing tag -

I don't think The Point of Mouthwashing is "who is and isn't a bad person" with a backdrop of "capitalism bad"

the story is explicitly about the exploitative, hierarchical conditioning capitalism enforces, that creates situations like what unfolds in the Tulpar

I think to say "this is the fault of [this or that character]" is to miss the forest for the trees.

to view what happens as a series of random, unfortunate events that just happen coincidentally to the moral inclinations of the characters is missing the very palpable deprivation that all of them feel when it comes to how much control they have over the situation they've found themselves in.

I'll try to break this down a little more:

Curly is definitely one of the more contentious characters when it comes to morality and I think what people miss is... he has far too much control. As captain, he has the first and last say in everything.

There's no possible way he could understand exactly how to handle every situation appropriately. Nobody could. It weighs on him a lot. To the point where his fear of messing things up is exactly what blinds him to the chain of events that initiates Mouthwashing as we know it.

He tries to smooth things over. Because of course he would.

The problem is that he is set up to fail from the start.

Breaching just about any condition on the ship can get the pay of his poor subordinates docked. He has to obey the company rules to protect them, too. The omnipresent horse keeps all of them "in check". He can't afford to take a moral high-ground, because most of them can't afford it either. He's trying to keep the house of cards together.

The most telling line to me is when Anya points out the lock on the medical room door that's absent from the sleeping quarters.

The company puts more value on the expensive equipment on board than the human lives. It tries to cut as many corners as possible. It undermines their livelihoods to maintain itself - in vain, ultimately.

The cargo of mouthwash is more valuable to the company than they are.

You can see also in each of them, the kinds of people capitalism makes.

Swansea tried to fix up his life and do everything right. He tried to become a good worker for the sake of his family. But is he much better off than when he was an alcoholic? He says the best part of his life is still when the only troubles he had was the bottom of an empty bottle - nevermind his family, his sobriety and becoming a "correct" person in capitalist society.

His existential crisis grips me because it does raise questions about if living the way you're "supposed to" is worth it.

Daisuke wants to prove his worth in his capabilities. Daisuke is still trying to prove himself as valuable to the system, even at his own expense. Swansea laments this, because he just knows there's no point where you become valuable or worthy enough in the system.

Anya, as the only woman on board, takes the blunt of the lack of autonomy enforced by the system.

Jim... Jim is exactly the kind of person this system breeds, too. He's entitled. He's hungry for more power, but he can only see it by wrestling it off his coworkers and enacting interpersonal violence. He sees himself as a temporary victim of circumstance, who has a right to the power Curly has.

He is the exact sort of person who might have been a captain on some of the other cargo ships. Can you imagine if he'd had that much power from the start? The company doesn't give a shit, so long as the cargo gets there in one piece. The toll of the psychological trauma taken on the staff will never outweigh the value of the goods being shipped.

Even if it's just mouthwash.

I think you could maybe also read Jim's affinity for the cartoon horse as a metaphor for his hunger for power, too. It's something he both desires and dreads. He wants to have his cake and eat it too, he doesn't want the consequences that follow. It's the carrot and stick. He'll take as much power as he can before the axe finally drops and he has to face the music, even if it means making everything so, so much worse in the process.

[moonlight0934]

Asking For Help

Dick wasn’t expecting to get a call on patrol, especially not since it’s midnight, and he hasn’t been to Gotham in weeks. None of his siblings normally call this late unless it’s been just a few days since they saw each other. They’re odd, but they tend to call less and less the longer it’s been since they saw each other. He always figured it was a way to distance themselves from their feelings, but he has no way of knowing that. He looks down to see the contact name Robin on the screen of his work phone.

“Hey, bud, what’s going on? I’m a little busy, so I would appreciate it if you could make it short.”

“I’m sorry if I’m interrupting something,” Damian replies, his voice tight.

“Just patrol, but I’m coming up on a robbery.”

“I need your help.” Damian pauses just long enough for Dick to wonder if he’s going to continue.

“Is everything ok? Why don’t you call someone closer?”

“Unfortunately I already tried. No one is answering. I tried calling Father, Hood, Orphan, and Oracle. I don’t know what’s going on, but something happened. I tried to comm them first, then I tried their work phones, then their personal phones. I figured at least Oracle would have answered since she keeps her work phone and personal phone on her person. I thought Hood might have been at home.”

Damian sounds out of breath, but Dick doesn’t try to rush him. He’s obviously going through the details in his mind.

“Anyway, I don’t know where they are, or why they’re not answering. I just need someone to come pick Red and me up so we can look for them.”

Ok, well at least I know that Tim is with him. I was wondering why he didn’t mention him.

“Ok, what’s the situation?”

“We were checking out a drug deal that was supposed to be going down right outside of Hood’s territory. He asked us to, which was odd, but he said it in person. So, it was definitely him, and so we came down here early tonight to stake the place out. It was an ambush of some sort. I’m not sure if they’re still here, but Red is down. We’re in an abandoned building, but I’m not sure where.”

“Are you alright, Robin?”

“I’m alive.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Dick swings down, knocking out the first robber immediately. “Can you tell me both of your conditions?”

“Red was hit in the head, and he hasn’t woken up since then. I think he might have broken his wrist too since it’s swelling.”

Dick finishes typing up the robbers, and tips the phone down away from his mouth. “Call the police,” he says to the cashier of the store. “Ok, Robin, tell me about you.”

“I can’t hear anyone.”

“What?”

“I can’t hear any enemies.”

“Robin, I know you’re injured, and I’m on my way. I’m tracking your phone right now, but I need to know how ok you are.”

“I’m not well. I’m bleeding.”

“Why?” Dick asks.

“Do you think one of Red’s lighters would get a knife hot enough to cauterize a wound?” Damian asks.

“What the hell, Robin? What is going on? Also, don’t you dare do anything rash.”

“I’m not doing anything rash. The bullet fractured, so I’ve been pulling pieces out this entire conversation. I’ve lost a lot of blood in the process, and I need to cauterize the wound before I pass out. I don’t think that’s rash at all. I don’t have anything to get my knife hotter than this lighter would, and I think it’ll be fine. I wonder why he even has a lighter on him. He doesn’t smoke. I’ll make sure that my location stays on, but I’m going to get off the phone for this part.”

“Don’t hang up on me.”

Damian hangs up anyway, and Dick only moves faster. Damian calls him back fifteen minutes later, and Dick answers immediately.

“Hey, what took you so long?”

“I tried contacting the others again, still nothing. I was too tired to do anything else.”

“Ok, well, try to stay awake. Are you bleeding anymore?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Any signs of life from Red?”

“Nothing, but he is not dead yet.”

“I’m almost there, less than five minutes out.”

“Oh, that’s good. Do you hear or see anyone?”

“No, I don’t. Do you know who actually attacked you?”

“Yes, it was Hood’s men. I’d met a few of them before. They were talking about how we were ruining something. I assume they gave Hood false information that led to us getting false information. I’m not sure what we were ruining that caused us to need to be murdered, but you should be careful.”

“Oh, Jason is going to have a field day about this.”

Damian hums, sounding sleepier than he did earlier.

“Ok, Baby Bat, I’ll be there in one minute.”

The building comes into view. Dick is barely in the door when there’s an explosion and the whole building shakes. The blast throws Dick backwards, and he blacks out.

Jason is falling asleep pressed against Bruce’s side as they watch movies. Bruce had asked him to spend one on one time together, and he had almost said no, but then he decided to bite the bullet and go. Bruce even made sure that everything was taken care of with work that night.

Jason is suddenly woken up by both his and Bruce’s phones repeatedly going off. Bruce perks up too, and grabs his phone. He offers Jason his, and Jason takes it. He’s suddenly getting missed call notifications. All of them are from Damian, or Tim’s phones. There’s only one from Tim, but since they were together, he’s not really sure what that’s about.

“Did you get-?” Jason trails off, seeing the same notifications on Bruce’s phone.

Then Bruce’s phone starts actually ringing. “Barbara, what’s going on?” He asks, putting the phone on speaker.

“Reception’s been out for a good bit of Gotham tonight, but I just got mine back. I have a bunch of missed calls from Damian. Do you know where he was supposed to be tonight? Wait, guys, there was an explosion in town.” She reads the address, and Jason’s eyes widen.

“That’s only a block from where Damian and Tim were supposed to be tonight.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that’s why Steph and Cass were handling normal patrol, because those two agreed to handle a drug deal that was going down near there.”

“We have to get out there.”

They’re in the cave by the time Steph comes over the comms.

“Hey, I’m so glad you guys are back. We’ve been absolutely swamped. I don’t know why, but we have had so many people attack us.”

“Are you near the bomb site?” Bruce asks, immediately all business.

“We’re making our way there, but it happened at least twenty minutes ago. I don’t think first responders are there yet, but we’ve been attacked by literally every person that’s seen us. We’re two minutes out though. Do you guys know where Robin and Red are? We still haven’t gotten an answer from them since we were able to use the comms again.”

“We think they might have been near the bomb site, but we haven’t heard from them either.”

Jason tucks his guns into their holsters, and heads to the Batmobile. Bruce joins him after a few seconds, and they set off towards the building. Cass is on the other side of the street from the actual building, kneeling over something. Stephanie is barely visible as she climbs through the doorway. Jason is out before the car even fully stops.

“Orphan, what’s going on over there?” he calls as he walks to the building.

“Nightwing. He was outside of the building, and hit with the shockwave. He seems to be alright though.”

“Why was he here?” Stephanie asks, her voice coming through the open doorway.

“We think Robin and Red were calling for help. They couldn’t reach any of us, but if they were in a part of town that had reception, they might have called Nightwing,” Bruce says, striding over to Cass.

Jason climbs into the groaning building. The first floor is entirely trashed, and looks like it’s about to fall apart at any moment.

“I surveyed this place from above, and there seemed to be bombs that went off on the first, third, and fifth floors,” Stephanie says as she makes eye contact with Jason.

Jason sighs. “Ok, well, let’s start searching, just be as careful as you can. You don’t want to get hurt, or make their situation worse, ok?”

Stephanie nods. She sets off towards the next floor while Jason starts searching through this one for any sign of their brothers. It takes a few hours to search the first two broken floors safely, but there still isn’t any sign of Damian and Tim. So, Stephanie, Bruce, and Jason convene on the top floor, which is in just as bad shape as the other ones. Jason heads to the left corner while Stephanie heads to the farthest corner, because she weighs the least.

It’s only a few minutes later that she says, “I think I found something.” Bruce and Jason both turn to her. “Yeah, they’re over here.”

She pulls rubble off of Damian, who is on top of Tim. She checks Damian for spinal injuries before she picks him up, and offers him to Jason, then steps back so Bruce can grab Tim. Bruce does a quick check for spinal injuries before gently picking Tim up.

“We have to get them to a hospital,” Jason says, his eyes tracing the burns along Damian’s face, neck, and bare skin near his right hand and wrist. It looks like he lost one of his gloves somewhere.

“Go ahead and get them out of here. I’ll finish checking for civilians,” Stephanie says, and Jason wastes no more time leaving.

They end up just heading back to the cave, and surrendering Tim and Damian over to Leslie and Alfred. Then they wait in silence for a few hours before Alfred walks over.

“They’re both stable. Master Wayne, come with me. I’ll explain their conditions to you while Jason goes to check on them.”

Jason nods, and goes into the infirmary. Tim and Damian are on beds next to each other, both with oxygen masks, and bandaged up. Dick is sitting in between them, his eyes drooping.

“Hey, are you ok?” Jason asks, pulling a chair up, and sitting across from Dick.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just feel bad that it took so long to get to them. They might not have been in there. Damian was calling me for help with an extraction.”

Jason hums, leaning back.

“You did everything you could.”

“Yeah, but my best or not, it still wasn’t enough. They wouldn’t be like this if it was.”

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds Halloween Special 2024

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Halloween Special

            “Gojo-sensei, tell me why again we had to dress up to go on a mission?” said Nobara.

            “Because it’s Halloween, and we might as well have fun!” said Gojo, grinning.

            “We’re on a mission. You should take it seriously,” said Nanami.

            “Absolutely not! This is going to be easy. There are always more curses on Halloween, so it’s just cleaning up a bit,” said Gojo. “And I can’t take you seriously in that.”

            An irk mark appeared on Nanami’s forehead. “You’re the one who shoved me into this costume.”

            “You dressed all of us up,” said Megumi, deadpan.

            “I like the costumes!” said Itadori. “We all match.”

            “Who wants to match with him?” said Maki, hands on her hips.

            “Why am I this character?” said (Y/N).

            “Because you don’t show emotions,” said Gojo cheerfully.

            He had planned—unbeknownst to everyone—a group costume. They were all Naruto characters. He was, of course, Kakashi—white hair and blindfold did it all for him. Poor Nanami had been stuffed into a Gai costume that didn’t fit his personality but entertained Gojo. Itadori was super excited about his costume because he got to be Naruto—who better than the upbeat boy with the demon inside of him? Nobara was Sakura, and she wore pink well (the temper also matched, and if Gojo didn’t have infinity, Nobara would have swung for him by now). Maki was Tsunade, powerful and strong, which was the only reason she hadn’t also tried to hit Gojo yet. Megumi had a Sasuke costume on (by Gojo’s logic, his “emo son” should play Sauke), Finally, (Y/N) wore a Sai costume, which was, as Gojo said, due to her general misunderstanding of emotions and lack of expressiveness.

            “If that’s how we’re deciding things, you should be Gai since you’re the optimistic idiot,” said Megumi, deadpan.

            Gojo pouted. “Now that’s just mean, Megumi! Don’t talk to your sensei that way.”

            “I’m getting in character,” said Megumi.

            “If you’re done having your fun, Gojo-sensei, can we get to the mission?” said Maki.

            “Fiiiiine,” said Gojo. “You all know your jobs, go and get to hunting! First one to finish their section of the city wins candy!”

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            “Trick or treat—”

            (Y/N)’s katana cut through a curse. She pivoted instantly and slashed at another.

            “Braiiin—”

            Megumi’s Shikigami wolves jumped up and tore the curse apart before it could step towards (Y/N).

            “We’ve cleared out section,” said Megumi. He tsked. “Why do people set up scare events? All they do is create more negative energy.”

            “They don’t know that,” said (Y/N). Non-sorcerers were clueless to the danger they put themselves in when they intentionally scared themselves.

            “Yeah,” sighed Megumi. “Makes more trouble for us.” He glanced at his phone. “It’s not too late in the night.”

            “Do we think we’re first?” said (Y/N).

            “Gojo is always first,” said Megumi. “He’ll eat all his candy himself.” He glanced at her. “I was thinking we could go to the street vendors and get some food there. We can pretend we’re normal for a bit.”

            “Are we not?” said (Y/N).

            “Definitely not,” said Megumi. This life of being a sorcerer and fighting curses was all they knew, but it was definitely not what most would consider normal. “But we can pretend.”

            “And do what?” said (Y/N). “We eat already.”

            Megumi smiled slightly. “Pretend we don’t have problems. We don’t have curses. Just us.”

            “Us,” repeated (Y/N). Her gaze went to Megumi’s eyes, and she nodded. “I like that. Us.”

            Megumi felt his heart flip over in his chest. (Y/N) said it so evenly, as if it was a fact, and his feelings for her just couldn’t take it.

            He cleared his throat. “Let’s go.”

            (Y/N) nodded.

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            (Y/N) sipped on boba as she and Megumi walked through the crowds. Lots of people were dressed up, some were jumping out to scare others, and everyone had large smiles. In so much happiness, it was hard to believe that this night would create a myriad of new curses that could harm people. And yet, it was true.

            Beauty and pain were two sides of the same coin, it seemed.

            However, for just a little bit, Megumi and (Y/N) could just be together. They could just be themselves. They could be them.

            “(Y/N).”

            She looked over at Megumi as he said her name. Her attention was an invitation to continue.

            “Thank you,” said Megumi.

            She tilted her head, questioning his words.

            “For spending time with me.” Megumi paused, swallowing the deeper words that wished to come out. “You make me feel—at home. It’s easy to be around you.”

            “It’s easy to be around you, Megumi. You don’t judge me.” The words were simple and plain, but they were the honest truth. (Y/N) did not mince her words.

            Megumi smiled slightly. His hand, almost subconsciously, reached out slightly.

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[bobbin-buckley]

What I think Dating Carol Danvers is like:

Cairo Danvers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just headcanons about dating Captain Marvel! With some little Drabbles added in

Warnings: Fluff and maybe some mentions of sex, some mentions of violence

Carol

Reader

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-Definitely live together, wether it’s on your home planet or in a ship that maybe Talos or you savaged

-Always scolding her when she gets hurt, though she doesn’t mind it. She sometimes gets small injuries on purpose just to be babied by you

-Having you watch her do her training, she loves showing off to you. Fury finds it laughable whenever she messes up, but you find it cute

-Got either a dog or cat together, she seems like the kind of person to like both

-Loves it when you play with her hair, she won’t admit it but she also loves the little braids you put in her hair

-Sometimes (all the time) whenever you’re on your period you have her use her powers to soothe your cramps, though she’s skeptical about it and scared she’ll accidentally hurt you. You continuously tell her she won’t

-^^To add on from this, she’ll also warm you up whenever needed. She’s basically a heated

-Can’t cook. So it’s all on you to make dinner, you never let her in the kitchen

“I’m just getting a snack babe…”

“How can I trust you won’t turn the toaster on?”

“……please?”

-You helping her remember her childhood and before the crash with Maria and her daughter

-Being pretty protective and keeping an eye on you whenever in the galaxy, she’s afraid you’ll end up getting hurt somehow

-At first when you guys started dating, she was afraid to show you what she truly was. Her abilities an all, she didn’t want you thinking she was a violent person. But you thought it was kickass and fell in love with her more

“You don’t…mind the fact I am genuinely like the sun?”

“I think it’s pretty badass, and you are hot both ways.”

“…..thank you…” *Internally screaming*

-Super gentle during sex but let’s you make the decision of how you want it to be. She’s honestly a bit nervous for the first time

-Her and Maria tried to convince you to learn how to fly a ship but you refused, (they both understood)

-Offering to babysit Monica with Carol when Maria is busy. You three end up lighting fireworks off the roof and watching scary movies that’ll make Monica sleep with her mom the next couple of nights

-Becoming best friends with Fury because he’s great

-She seems like the type to be pretty cuddly, and loves to give neck kisses

-She even will take you on dates on different parts of the galaxy, Star gazing is her favorite. She’s secretly an expert at the constellations and knows everything about zodiac signs. Nerd.

“Did you know They Babylonians divided the sky into 12 areas, and each area with a name, figure and meaning. Like the word ‘zodiac’ comes from a Greek term for ‘sculpted animal figures’.”

“You’re such a nerd…”

-Whenever your sad it makes her sad so she does her best to cheer you up, and it always works whatever she does

-During workouts she has you sit on her back as she does push-ups just to test how good her muscles are. (Another way to show off)

“Babe…you’re quite heavy today….”

“Are you calling me fat?!”

“N-no! Not at all!!!”

-Had accidentally burnt you one time and couldn’t stop apologizing or kissing the wound

-She seems like a boob and ass girl equally tbh

-Gives you the mom look with the crossed arms and hip stance when you’ve done something wrong or stupid

-May seem dangerous and mean but literally such a sweetheart

-So soft with you, Fury makes fun of her for it sometimes

-Would never forgive herself if you got hurt

-Overall I think Carol is a pretty good girlfriend, she doesn’t try to become a workaholic. She just saves the galaxy when she needs to, always coming back to you…with at least a scratch or two

“How’d you even….? You know what..never mind.”

*Currently has five splinters in her hand* “I fell….”

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A/n: I know what I said about taking a break but I just started getting into Marvel and just watched Captain Marvel and fell in love with Carol so here we are.

I’d take absolutely any requests!! But I’ve only seen half of Hawkeye, Captain Marvel, Captain America so just give me time to catch up 😭 (it’ll take the rest of my life)

[dearest-dirt]

Headcanons: Hal Jordan as a dad

Warnings: Fluff

Gender Neutral Reader

Authors Note: Hi!! I'm trying to get through stuff I've already written in the past. But, I've lost interest in DC, so this is gonna be the last set of DC headcanons (unless I get back into it in the future). As with my other head canons, I tried to make these as inclusive as possible so if you catch any mistakes, please let me know. Bestie, please reblog. I hope you enjoy my work!

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Chill dad™ 

Would definitely want a few kids, especially after the first one. 

Hands-on dad, tries to be super involved with his kid’s upbringing and life. He helped out as much as he physically could with the newborns. 

Knows all his kids likes and dislikes.

Would play dress up, have tea parties, play with Barbies and dolls, nerf gun fights, video games, superheroes and villains, cops and robbers, water balloon fights, etc. Basically anything his kids want to do he’s down.

Dad jokes galore

Constantly would show the Justice League and other Lanterns pictures and videos of his kids. 

“Hey, wanna see my kid do a black flip on the trampoline?” 

“Look at my kids, aren’t they just the cutest?”

“We took the kids to the zoo, look at them feeding the giraffes.”

Supportive af!

His kids would never feel like they can’t tell him or talk to him about something. 

When his kids are infants, he’ll fly them around the house to get them to settle down. 

Cute things you constantly witness: 

Hal passed out with a baby napping on his chest

airplane noises whenever he feeds them

reading books to them with funny voices and sound effects

pretending his kids are planes and “flying” them around the room

Him being wet from bath time because he got carried away playing with the ducks and other toys

kids climbing him every time he sits down

Super affectionate dad; tells them constantly that he loves them and is proud of them. 

Hal would be firm and strict with his kids if and when he needs to be.

He wants to be the best dad that he possibly could, so at times he can be super insecure about his parenting abilities. He always turns to you when he feels like that and you always reassure him and point out how great he is. He would do the same to you whenever you feel insecure about being a good parent. 

First time he was called away for superhero business, he would be a mess. Constantly calling to make sure the baby was okay. 

“Hal, you called 10 minutes ago! The baby is fine!”

“I know but I just want to make sure.” 

But overtime and with each kid he got better at dealing with being away.

You guys would decide not to tell your kids that he's a Green Lantern until they are old enough to keep secrets (because kids tell everyone everything). But once they find out, oh boy, they would always want him to fly them around and beg him to use the ring to play games. Hal would love it! Especially if he’s their favorite superhero. 

Hal would take you guys to OA and other different planets when the kids are old enough.

Would help with homework if he’s home. Wouldn’t always get things right though.

“Dad, the answer is 43. How did you get 186?” 

“I swear this was easier when I was in school!” 

Would beg you to let him take them out on plane rides. 

“They’ll be fine, babe! I’ll take care of them! They’ll love it!” 

“Hal, they are toddlers.”

Barry, Guy, and Kyle would be the best uncles! So would the other Lanterns/League members! 

“The Flash is my favorite superhero!” 

“Uncle Guy/Kyle's the best green lantern ever.” 

“Batman’s the coolest superhero ever.” 

“No, Superman's cooler because he can shoot lasers from his eyes.” 

Hal: -_-

Loves his kids more than anything!

[g0ldenbritney]

TATE LANGDON ABCS (sfw)꧂

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN🎃..sorry i skipped some letters im a lazy bitch

A = Affection

physical touch for sure, playing with your hair, holding your hand (or holding pinky fingers because thats cutesy as fuck), kissing cheeks and noses (im a SUCKAA for nose kisses and so is he<3). Im just imagining you leaning in to kiss his nose, but he thought you were leaning in for a lip kiss, and it ends up being kinda awkward and you bump into eachother😭😭. Tbh i can’t see him being great at communication especially because he’s a literal teenage boy but though he might now be able to say it he can definitely show it with acts of service like helping with chores

You were at school, trying to focus on your worksheets and actually listening to the teacher speak about..whatever she was teaching, all you can think about is getting back home and all the homework and fuckin chores you had awaiting for you.

once you did get home, you opened the front door and you could smell how good the house smelt, on more exploration the entire house was cleaned and all your chores were done. You walked into your room and your homework was completed on your desk..i mean all the answers were wrong but its the thought that counts.

B = Best friend

Im going with alive Tate for this, I have a mood board on Pinterest for this!! (adrienjoyer)

Sharing cigarettes, sharing cds, sharing shoes, sharing clothes, FREE RAIN OF HIS STUFF. He will let you have anything, need a pencil in class…actually he doesn’t have one either but he will scavenge around for one—and if he only finds one? It’s *our* pencil now. (i need to smack that mans ass on the stairs) (i do that to all my friends) Oh? You have 10 bucks? Well he has 7…that mean its OUR 17 dollars to spend on pizza

(based on a scenario that actually happened to me LMAO 😭😭)

It was late at night, you both were hanging out at your house and it was like 2am, suddenly you both have the craving for pizza..you both counted your cash and quarters, you had 13 bucks in total so you thought a small pizza would fine..yeah no. Tate called up the local Pizza Hut and ordered a small pizza with nothing but cheese and pepperoni and it was 22 FUCKING DOLLARS?? And so you both ran around the house looking for quarters…

you ended up paying the money in quarters to that poor pizza delivery girl at 2am.

C = Cuddles

Depends on how he’s feeling tbh, i can see him as a chest layer. Lying on your chest as you stroke his hair, or the other way around he would be just fine with that as well.

D = Domestic

OF COURSE!! I can see him totally wanting that but like..not till he’s like 30. He wants to do all this stuff first before he settled down, but he definitely wouldn’t mind a partner..some kids, a dog maybe. He’s pretty good at cooking, if you count Kraft mac and cheese and grilled cheese or really anything with cheese.. (the man likes cheese what can i say) and he REFUSES to use a dishwasher, he will be washing dishes old style and you cant stop him.

E = Ending

no.

G = Gentle

Sometimes he might go to far, if you two are just friends and hes joking around and he actually hurts your feelings he would squeeze your shoulder and tell you a quick “sorry.” And it usually makes you feel better. He is very gentle with you when you’re having a bad day maybe just upset or stressed about exams he will maybe rub your shoulders or something and maybe get you to laugh to calm your nerves. If you are in a good mood, hes still gentle, holding you, holding your hands, being careful.

H = Hugs

He loves them!! I dont even care what you have to say or as much as he tries to push you off when you hug him he LOVES HUGS. If you two are just friends and you hug him he might be a little hesitant but he will hug you loosely back. This is totally pointed towards me because im very physically affectionate with my friends and hug them after school everyday, if you, like me, run up to him at his locker and basically throw yourself at him he will laugh and let you hug him and yap. If you’re dating and you hug him he will definitely hug you back and kiss your head :)

I = I love you

He thinks the whole “3 month rule” is bs. He’ll say that shit whenever he wants to. If he wants to say “I love you” immediately after you starting dating god damnit it will happen!!! He definitely says he loves you if you’re just friends to

J = Jealousy

Actual jealous baby

Im just imagining someone flirting with you in class do you immediately tell him as soon as you can because you tell him everything and he genuinely TWEAKS THE FUCK OUTTT, like hes actually geeked

like wdym someone else might have a little crush on you…NO. That person will become his biggest opp and you are told to stay away.

You were in 1st hour and you were assigned partners, luckily you knew the person you were assigned with thought they were a little strange…but they started subtly flirting you. They said sorry for being awkward and they “get nervous around people like you” which sounded like a flirt to you

so when you got to lunch, you immediately told Tate, he literally could run to that kids class right now and fight but he just whips his head around at you

“I hated that guy anyway…stupid.”

K = Kisses

Can range from sweet little ones to full blown makeouts hickeys..he prefers sweet ones on the face in the daylight but at night this man is freaky asf. His kisses are soft and slow but he can be a bit quicker if you really want him to

Q = Quizzes

he had a notebook for stuff about you, if you accidentally drop a little fun fact about you he will know about it and he will write it down, ranging from your favorite juice or if you have a mole under your jaw. He knows it all. If he ever forgot anything and i mean ANYTHING about you I dont think he would forgive himself

T = Try

Tbh i dont think he would put a lot of effort in, he just likes to be around you. (Though the mcdonalds dates are FIRE.) he likes having sleepovers with you at tour house only, watching movies, eating snacks till you feel ill, cuddling, if you’re down to get Applebees that would be even better and you would both ask the waiter for the gummy sharks in your sweet drinks separately (yes ive done that before). But if you really really wanted anice romantic date maybe he would give you flowers or something

U = Ugly

Nail biting (you put bandaids over his nails so he’ll stop :)), excessive social media usage (this guys is chronically online holly shit freaking 4chan user), ive always imagined him little tics, like twitching when hes anxious.

X = Xtra

i want to bake him a cake

Z = Zzz

THIS MAN CAN NEVER SLEEP ISTG

he tosses and turns but no matter what he cant sleep without you or if you give him a stuffed animal

OHH MY GODD IF YOU GIVE HIM A STUFFED ANIMAL I CANT

imagine him holding and cuddling it, and i know this doesnt relate to sleep but imagine him being all sad and crying into it because it reminds him of you😭

[ender-cloud]

Epic the Musical Vengeance Saga just dropped so heres my thoughts on it!!

Overall thoughts: A lot shorter than I thought it was going to be BUT, THAT MAY BE BECAUSE OF THE ITHICA SAGA HAVING SO MANY LONG SONGS

Wait nevermind, it’s the next day and I just realized how long the Vengeance saga is I think I was just tired and it just seemed like it was fast

Also very Nerve racking, and I literally sat there eyes wide and mouth agape almost the entire time oh my god it was so fucking cool, the animation??? Like huh???

Now onto the songs before I start getting into specifics!

Song 31: Not Sorry for Loving you

I am not a Calypso fan, normally I don’t like her in any adaptation or original version, but, with that said, this is the first song that really made me re think that. (Still hate her though, but I tried to put in two perspectives)

The way that Jorge made it so you can really see how tragic Calypso is and really feel for her, is it definitely not ok that she kept Odysseus trapped against his will: yes, but really being alone for so long it makes sense.

Wangui really out did herself, the way you can tell the voice change from Love in paradise which is more upbeat and energetic, to this sad, distant voice in Not sorry for loving you, showing just how much she doesn’t want to let Odysseus go but knows its for the best, no matter how much it hurts her to

I feel like Calypso admitted that she did something wrong but yet still saying shea not sorry for loving Odysseus makes the song more in character and more realistic for her

On the other side; her words are trying to make Odysseus stay. She thinks if she can make Odysseus feel bad for her by telling her all this he will stay with her, but Odysseus is tired of this, it probably isn’t the first time where Calypso tried to convince him not to leave with her words. Despite being tired of the island, he still has his wits and knows better to fall for it

Saying “I’m not sorry for loving you” is completely getting rid of the “apologies” she said before. All of the things that she said was done out of her “love” so saying she’s not sorry for loving ody is saying to ignore everything she said before “I’m sorry for making YOU feel bad but I’m not sorry for doing it”

I can talk line by line when it cuts to the animatic but its getting late so I’ll just skip to the one that really stuck out to me which was Ody’s “I love you! but not in the way that you want me to…”

At first, it threw me old guard, odysseus, the biggest simp ever, in love with another woman! Impossible! But than the second part really made me think about how close they might have grown in the last 7 years

Even if it wasnt how Calypso wanted it to go and how Ody didn’t always have the best times on that island; Calypso still took care of him and they were each other’s only company for years, they would grow close as friends and it all makes sense put into that perspective

And Calypso hating that she fell in love with ody also makes sense in this perspective, if she didn’t love him the two had the opportunity to become great friends, truly all calypso wanted was company, and she knows that if she had stopped herself she would have had that company in a friend. Maybe the two could’ve gotten along better than they could’ve ever imagined just as friends, and maybe, this departure would be more sad on Odysseus side and less rageful on Calypso’s side.

Also Gigis animatic for it was just ahshajbshshs god, it was so good

Anyway, with all of that said this song can also be seen as emotional manipulation:D depends on how you look at it because it can be seen as Calypso playing the victim to make Odysseus feel bad and stay with her, It was most likely the intention but I tried to give both perspectives on the situation

Song 32: Dangerous

HERMES HAHAHAH OH I LOVE HEREMS SO MUCH!! FAVORITE CHARACTER RIGHT THERE!!

Something I really enjoyed about dangerous is what it brought back from past songs, the wind bag, the 600 men lines coming back but this time without the crew to back it up, instead theres just silence

And then of course Hermes is there too so thats by itself is bringing back Wouldn’t you like.

Troy’s voice is just so intresting to me and scratches my brain in all of the right places

To be honest hearing Troy sing the plan of the part made me let out a sigh of relief because all I could’ve heard until then was the Carl wheezer version and I’ve now been cleansed by Troys amazing voice

The whole Hermes dancing part while Odysseus fought off monsters was definitely a lighter thing to laugh at after Not sorry for loving you, ALSO THE TWERKING??? I CANT JUST NOT TALK ABOUT THAT, so now, the question everyones all been wondering, is Hermes giving the Winions twerking lessons? Because I mean the man flys and got the wind bag so must be relatively close with Aeolus (they match each others energy) and there for the Wininons in relation also they were his backup singers so!!? Twerking lessons

Anyways back to the song; odysseus part is so good, I don’t know what else to say about except for that but I truly do like it I swear!!

The fact that Athena didn’t even seem to cross Odys mind at the end was shocking to me, yes they had their falling out but Athena was the first person he called out to in Love in Paradise

The fact that he thinks he was ignored and pushes aside by her is heart renching, i do hope they have a reconnection in the Ithca saga (Because Athena is not dead, I refuse it Jorge, your video was a Lie, she is not dead, Apollo healed her, she is ok!)

Song 33: Charybdis

I dont have much to say about this one Annalyzing wise so instead I will say that It’s very Catchy and will be stuck in my head for all time.

I love Jorges voice in it chat its so good, It always is but like the Vocals on this one in particular I cant explain it

Also the animation is really cool.

God I dont know why, I knew Get in the water was coming but I really was happy for Odysseus to make it home, I think it’s how he sounded so desperate and so close and I just wanted to give him a hug, the past two somgs kept my mind off of what was to come and it really came to stab me in the back

Song 34: Get in the water

All I can think of is my friend going “Oh no he’s hot!” To poseidon when he arose from the water to start off the song, it was a little bit of light before the storm that was to come

I’ve been meaning to say this for a few of the songs now but Get in the water has such a different feeling and tone than any other song in the musical, normally Jorge brings melodies back but hearing a completely different sound that hadn’t been in the musical earlier almost breaks this invisible rule in place and its nerve racking

It dosent start with the normal boss music but instead its own original thing because this isn’t just a boss, this is the Boss that is the biggest turning point in Odysseus, this time we truly see Odysseus become the monster, a monster that scares not only mortals, but gods and other monsters as well, he will never let anyone defy him again

Poseidon’s threats to raise the tide were so nerve racking, god Steven Rodriguez’s voice is so calm yet so filled with rage at the same time, so steady but so ready to break the dam down, and the way it escalates to where the anger is more ahown but its not quite screaming, not just yet has Posedion reached the peak of his Anger

Odysseus still trying to reason with Poseidon, one of the last times this reasoning part of him will show as he tries to convince Posedion to give up after the 10 years this has been going on for

The reasoning turns into a faint version of ruthlessnesses melody, the melody playing in the background, not only to lead into Poseidons lines from it, but also knowing just how Ruthless both Poseidon and Odysseus are soon to become

Poseidon powering up WAS SO SICK MAN! LIKE OH MY GOD!!! It was absolutely amazing, my mouth dropped when I saw it and it reminded me of circe and her monster yet this isn’t a monster but an extension of poseidon (Who can count as a monster depending on who you ask)

This is where we can see Poseidon reach the peak of his anger where his power is the strongest and his boss move is set in place, the animation, again, absolutely fantastic. The ocean breaking is so satisfying, and yet the entire time I was terrified of it

JORGE STOP BRINGING BACK OPEN ARMS OH MY GOD I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE, I couldn’t tell if they were pulling Odysseus to his death or empowering him, because Polites just put his hand on Odys shoulder, an encouraging powerful gesture. While his mother is dragging him down and down into the sea and Eurylochus is on his arm

It’s the same thing from love in paradise, the memories make him want to die but then he remembers that; they would want him to live on and fight, to not let them die for nothing, and to make it out alive so he could make sure they were all remembered, every 601 of them (or 602 if you count the baby)

But it could have also been that they knew what Odysseus was going to become and wanted him to just rest and let himself go once and for all, Polites looking at him, knowing that Odysseus cant do that, knowing Odysseus would never just leave his wife like that.

Instead of using this new found encouragement and power in his body to reason with Poseidon he becomes a monster to him instead, the monster thats always been within him but just hidden because of him leading with his heart

Song 35: Six Hundred strike

I forgot who the animator was because it’s the next day but it looked so much like a video game and was so impressive, all of the animatics in this one were just absolutely terrifying, with Odysseus red eyes being like him powering up is so interesting to see

Now remember what I said earlier during Dangerous about the crew not backing Odysseus up because they were gone; this song brings them back after Odysseus saw their spirits, like he had remembered and now the voices may not actually be there but in Ody’s head as a form of motivation for the fight

It’s been a while since we’ve heard Odysseus so angry (Because he’s to busy gentle parenting and reasoning with every monster he finds) but now seeing it against poseidon was such a shift and Ody shifted with it.

Just awesome animation and the instrumental in the back is so cool and high stake. “Almost all of whom were slaughtered by your hand!” Sososo good because when it wasn’t Poseidon it his son and the last part of the crew died under Odysseus’s choice but instead of focusing on this he focused on how he only caused 42 deaths (Elpenor i love you but your death was your fault) and how Poseidon caused more that 500 instead.

In that Light it made what Odysseus would do next more reasonable for him, more justified in his mind

The animation turn where all you could see was the red glowing eyes of Odysseus staring at you before he picks up the trident and starts torturing Poseidon.

Old Odysseus after he defeated Poseidon would once again try and reason with him to stop the storm, but this is a new odysseus, a different beast so to say, he no longer cares about the nice way out, Ruthlessness will become far from Merciful if it means he can finally see his family again.

“You didn’t stop when I begged you! Told me to close up my heart!” I am very much obsessed with the lines in this saga they are so good and just so powerful as well in the moments, its an action jammed pack saga because it has to be the entire journey back but it’s done so well.

Hearing an actual god Call odysseus a Monster is different from anything else that might’ve been scared of him before because Gods are all powerful, they don’t have time to fear mortals, But Odysseus is different, more power in just a mortal than they have ever seen before, Odysseus doesn’t have any godly power except for his wit and brute strength to win his battles and thats absolutely terrifying to see how powerful he is with just being a mortal man

“How will you sleep at night?” “Next to my wife.”

GOD, I dont know what to say about this line except for it is absolutely amazing and delivered so well and is just all in all very resinate of what Odysseus’s goal has been since he started this journey

This saga was all in all very cool! It’s not up in my top 3 but its very very close

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Fuck or Treat!

༒Starring༒: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Franken! Kyle Spencer, James Patrick March and Kai Anderson.

Obv I was inspired by this pic I found hilarious

Happy Witch’s New Year!

✣Warnings✣: NSFW.

Sorry if it sucks but I just wanted to write their reactions and I tried to be as canon as I can be. Enjoy!

Tate Langdon

Tate never left the house like other ghosts until he met Violet. But now she doesn’t talk to him he doesn’t go out and stays around her.

So one day when you moved in the house you decorated the front porch with pumpkins and he saw the carving.

It was hard to tell if it’s “fuck” or “trick* so he asks you.

You replied nonchalantly: Trick, you silly.

He looks at you and said: I’d prefer the fuck one.

“It’s so inappropriate for the children, I like it!”

So you both worked on the decorations together hopefully your parents won’t notice, at least not now.

Kit Walker

Would definitely choose to “fuck” without further explanation.

He would bend you on the table and thrusts deeply and passionately.

After you both finished he would ask: “Is it just for me or you’ll put it on the front porch?”

“It says trick, Kit.”

He looks at it in confusion “No it doesn- ohhh I see it my bad my bad”

“That was good actually keep doing this and I’ll give you dozens of kids”

Franken! Kyle Spencer

“TREAT” he would yell for treats.

I would laugh with Zoe for his enthusiasm.

Zoe: “Okay, Kyle… Read this.”

Kyle after a while of trying to make a word he says: “F-Fuck or.. Treat”

“Omg, Kyle no! It’s Trick or Treat” you laugh so hard because you did it on purpose to trick people in the Academy.

He pouts a little then he hugs you and Zoe: “Fuck”

I chuckled because I knew what he wanted from his hot witchy girlfriends.

Zoe closed the door and we 3 started to get undressed.

James Patrick March

James: “What in the-? Did they change or traditional Trick or Treat?”

“No James what do you mean? It says Trick or Treat.”

James: “I must say, dearest you’re not quite the talented one to carve pumpkins. I almost read it something completely different.”

“Did you read it “fuck”? Yeah I did it on purpose”

He looks at you intrigued: “That sounds obscene! I must say I myself thought of couple things we can do for this occasion.”

“Me too” you said playfully.

He presses a kiss to your lips first softly then it grows intense.

Kai Anderson

He huffs as he went down stairs, he didn’t approve of the Halloween decorations but you insisted.

As he enters the kitchen he saw the pumpkin.

He looks confused at first but then he catches on it quickly. He had quite the idea of this whole Trick and Treat concept.

He walks towards you in the living room and says: “New rule for the Halloween. It’s Fuck or Treat not Trick and Treat. And you’re allowed to do it with me. And only me, your divine ruler.”

You blink few times before you say: “Cool, you’re a good fuck after all.”

His ego flares up.

“Also that pumpkin.. I did it on purpose.”

Kai: “I could tell you horny slut.”