#you may ask ��oh he can just kill them why does he look so scared?’

[leafwateraddict]

Couldn’t stop thinking about Dust being able to pass as Classic. So I had an idea where Dust replaces Classic in a timeline and steals(?) his partner.

He gets conflicted when he starts actually caring about you… But denial is an easy road to take when there’s seemingly no consequences to your actions.

The reveal i guess. Most normal reaction to learning your partners been replaced for god knows how long and you have no clue where he is.

Now that I think about it I might’ve gotten some inspiration from that one chapter of IJAG by @htsan (iykyk) only a lil bit tho

(Full rambling of the idea + extra sketch cuz i liked the expression) ↓↓

I originally wanted y/n to notice the differences instantly but i think it would be angstier if they didn’t and only noticed like months later >:3

[n0rmal-cat]

Mob boss x broke reader-Michael back…

[I don’t know if this one is good, friends says it’s fine, but they’re my friends….i don’t trust them..]

"Levon" you called out to him from your bedroom, just as fast as his name left your month he was there.

"yes my love?" he stood in the doorway posing seductively.

"Are the guns with guns and black suits with you, or is that the IRS?” You point down at the people below your window.

"The what?" he looked down at where you were pointing, a group of about five black cars surrounded your front door, and men in said black suits guarded the border.

"ah shit it's Michael, get down"

"wha-ah!" he pushes your head below the window

"Michael, get out of here!" he yelled down from the window to one of the men.

"Boss please you can't just leave, and do you know how long it took us to find you?!" the man shakes his head.

"Can you just come down?" he asks

"fine" levon crossed his arms and glared down at him.

He stomped his way to the door.

"Wait, what the hell is going on?" you ask as you grab his ankle "Can I get up now"

he jolted up as he felt your touch "of course dear, i'm sorry did i scare you?" he smiled down at you.

"Alright, that's the last time I even look at you" You got up as well "So what's this about you coming home?"

"well I'm a mafia boss you see-" You covered his mouth with your hand

"Yeah, I know that's why I kidnapped you, no need to do your whole 'i'm a big bad hot mafia boss that kills people and has money' " You unlocked your front door.

"Now all of you get the hell off my lawn!" you yelled at everyone, which didn't end as you now had multiple guns on you.

"Who the hell are you, and why do you have our boss"

"listen as much as I would love to give him back he's kinda my wallet right now"

"Levon, you left us for a sugar baby?!" the man shouted at him

"Alright, that's enough" Levon pushes you back into the house shutting the door.

"What the hell?" you joggle the door knob but it wouldn't budge "Did...did he just lock me in my own home?" you stood there confused "I guess...i'll just wait?"

It was probably a little more than twenty minutes before the door opened again.

"Hello, love~"

"hello reader"

"You told him my name, but I still don't even know what's happening?"

the man extended his hand

"Michael, don't introduce yourself this idiot already has"

you shook it "Oh great to know that he just airs my business to the world" you glared up at Levon.

"well how was i supposed to tell him about the love of my life if I couldn't tell him all about you?"

"you called them ' a wet stray cat that I want to take care of "

he went quiet for a moment "It doesn't matter what I called them, but now you understand why I can't go home?"

Michael runs a hand through his hair in frustration "Can't you just take them with us?"

"I don't want to go with you guys?"

"they don't want to go with us, Michael"

he sighed and ran and said hand down his face "ok well you can't just stay here, can you at least come to the base in the day? like a job"

Levon crossed his arms "I can't just leave-"

"yeah sure take him in the day" you shrug as Levon face saddens

"I get a break and you get your 'boss' a win-win?"

Michael smiles "I'm glad we see eye to eye"

"I don't see eye to eye!".

You put an hand on his arm “oh come on, it’s just what a few hours you’ll be gone the same time I go to work, plus…how good would it feel coming home from work and for me to run you a hot bath”

He stared at you with a blank face “…”

“Will you also be in the bath?” Horny bastard…

“Oh course, now go put on nice clothes for your men”

He smiled and ran up that stairs with speed

“Does that work all the time?” Michael raised an eyebrow

“Oh yeah all the time”

[no art this time but I have two planed for next time…which may be farmer yan…]

[emxisms]

Hello there❤️ beautiful lady ❤️

I see your request is still open and of you don't mind may i've a reaquest for Michael myers, Sinclair brother, Thomas hewitt , bubba sawyer and brams heelshire with fem s/o who really like to give them a kiss anywhere and anytime.... Fluff please 🙏

Preatty please, thankyou

Absolutely! I really love this idea, I think it's adorable.

𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘

*Ummm... what are you— nevermind..*

Mask stays on, no matter what.

Is confused at first. He didn't ask for a kiss, or offer one. So why are you kissing him?

"Mikey~, I just wanna love you!" You continue pressing kisses all over his face, planting your final kiss on the tip of his nose.

If you're both new to this relationship, he's not going to really want kisses, at all. But with time he'll warm up to them.

After all, he just wants to see you happy. Hell, he takes "I'd kill for you" way too seriously.

𝕭𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

He's cleaning himself off when all of a sudden he feels your lips against his cheek. It startles him at first, but then he smirks, letting out a breathy chuckle.

"Can't keep your lips off me, can 'ya?"

He's clearly getting an ego boost from this.

"I just think you're cute. 'Wanna kiss you all over."

You kiss him all over his face, and he loves it. But, he won't admit it.

Steer clear of his wrists. Even if you have good intentions. He's not ready for that conversation yet, but maybe someday..

He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, causing you to let out a loud squeal and a few giggles.

"Put me down!!" You kick and joke at him, sarcasm and wit showing through your teeth.

He just smirks, throwing you down on the couch, then returning the favor of kisses all over.

𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Absolutely loves it. More please!

At first, he's really hesitant to remove his mask. He's scared of you becoming afraid of him, or maybe you won't like what you see..

After he lifts his mask, immediately you're going in for kisses.

First, his lips, then his scars, then his forehead, and back to his lips.

"You're so handsome, Vincent. I could kiss you everywhere, all the time."

He smiles, and nods in appreciation.

He really loves it when you come up behind him and leave kisses along his neck. He finds it comforting.

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

YES! Keep 'em comin'!

Lester is definitely a ticklish guy. He can't help but let out little giggles and shrug his shoulders up when you're kissing his neck or collar.

He will gladly return the favor. Just say the word and— on second thought, you don't even have to say it. He's already on it as soon as you walk into the room!

He is all for romance. All his life he's been in the shadows of his brothers. Especially Bo. It's nice having someone to himself for once.

"I love you, shug'." He looks into your eyes, and gives you a goofy grin. He really does mean it.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙

The immediate contact without warning scared him. He immediately swung himself around, and was ready to defend himself.

He saw you, standing behind him, looking up at him with the cutest eyes..

*Oh. It was only her.*

He lets out a sigh of relief.

You ignore the fact that you just scared him shitless, and continue planting kisses on his body.

*Why?* he thinks you're being silly. Why so many kisses? And.. why on his belly?

Will definitely adjust to it, and gets a little sad if you aren't kissing him as often as you usually are. He'll think something is wrong.

Won't let Hoyt tease you for it. He doesn't let Hoyt tease you for anything, actually.

𝕭𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖆 𝕾𝖆𝖜𝖞𝖊𝖗

OH MY GOD! YES!

Please keep kissing him. Please give him more. The poor man needs them. He craves them.

Absolutely loves your affection. He'll give you the craziest smile, and make all sorts of noises of excitement. MOREEE!

Absolutely kisses you back. He finds it fun, like a game.

sneak attack kisses at night!! You'll be laying next to him, nearly asleep, then... BOOM! Tens of hundreds of kisses all over you!

Don't you dare ever stop this daily routine. His heart will break.

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖒𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊

Yes. Brahms is a sucker for kisses. I mean, it is one of the favors he asks from you every night.

The more the merrier! His favorite place for you to kiss would definitely be the lips. But, he really loves forehead / temple kisses.

Makes him feel better, makes him feel good. The kisses feel like reassurance. They tell him that you're proud of him, and you love him dearly.

"More.. please." He points to the spot he wishes to be kissed. Of course, you happily oblige.

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I hope you enjoyed this! I definitely enjoyed writing it.

Requests ☑️

[soodoonimin]

Logan Howlett and animal instincts (or in other words my long winded analysis of a comic book character)

So before I start, just know that I have read a lot of comics but I don't know everything. I can take notes all day long but I have a bad memory and comics are confusing so please be nice and enjoy, this took a lot of effort to put together, it’s mostly my thoughts on the character as I read the the comic books. The movie character is a lot different and I will also probably do something like this for movie Logan as well (though it will be significantly shorter).

Also there are some pictures that have blood and body horror so beware.

What does it mean to be human? Well that's a question we as humans have been trying to answer since we could think to ask it and ever since then we've never been able to give a fully conclusive answer. Why? you may ask, well because think about it like this, the traits we most often associate with humanity (higher thinking, creativity, empathy, and love) may not and some times do not always exists solely within us when applied to fiction, we write whole stories about how robots can be human too, how aliens can be human etc etc as long as they have these traits (more or less) AND LOOK I'm not going to get into a whole philosophical discussion about the nature of humanity on Tumblr.com but I do want to take a second to talk about how those traits are applied to Logan and how he has to fight to prove his humanity.

So mutants are an oppressed people but being a mutant isn't always the same for everyone. You can be a mutant like Rouge who can kill people with a single touch or mutant like Storm who can bend the weather to your will (the most obvious example). You can be a mutant like Jean with no obvious physical signs of your mutation or you can be a mutant like Kurt, where 9/10 people think you’re a demon of some kind.

But what happens when you're a mutant like Logan Howlett? I mean you look human enough, sure you're a little more hairy than most people, you have fangs, you smell, and oh yeah the claws but those are retractable so overall....you're just a normal person right? Nothing you can’t hide, right? Yeah, for the most part, yeah. But there are a couple of other things about you that someone might not know from looking at you, you have an extraordinary healing factor, you have almost animal like senses and when you are pushed to your absolute brink you go into a monstrous like a rage and kill everything in sight.

For every gift Logan was born with theres a very real curse attached to each one.

Healing Factor: Logan still feels pain, the healing factor isn’t just limited to his body but it also messes with his memories, and more importantly he’s lived a very long life. In The End comic and Old Man Logan comic etc, when he’s out lived most of the world, he’s miserable.

Keen senses: Seems great, until they’re exploited, imagine what being able to smell and see and hear that well all the time without relief must be like. Imagine not being able to tell when someone is going to die? Or when they’re lying or when they haven’t showered etc. sure you might get used to it like you might get used to pain but that doesn’t make it pleasant.

Claws: Need to really touch on this one? Aside from the obvious please remember that Logan’s claws aren’t in his knuckles but in his fucking forearms so when using them he needs to make an effort to direct them or….

Berserker rage: great to get you out of a pinch but you can’t control it. (We’ll talk more about this later)

Most people don’t see these very real downsides of Logan’s mutation, they just see a small, angry guy, who’s good at fighting and can take a hit better than almost anyone.

Here’s what worse, a lot of people (X-men included) don't see, they don't all the ways Logan hates himself (and those who do don’t see the depths of that hate he has for himself). They don't see the scared little boy whose father was killed in front of him. They don't see that little boy who killed his father's murderer and was abandoned by all but one person for one person (Rose). They don't see the young man who accidentally killed his first love while trying to protect her from his brother. They don't see the man who lived a relatively miserable life being plucked up by a group of people who only saw him as something to be experimented on. They don’t see the man who believes that if he loves someone he's destine to hurt them in one way or another because he has multiple times over (even if it wasn’t always his fault). They don’t see that for all the times that they call Logan an animal, he already believes them and he’s called himself worse many times over.

(Deep down he truly believes he deserves be to alone, especially in death. That would be his “deserved” hell. Eternal loneliness.)

Which is funny because I think Logan goes back and forth in deciding on whether or not he has any humanity in him in the first place. See in the Black, White and Blood comic, the FIRST story told in this series, is an account of Logan’s time at Weapon X and we get this…interaction:

Pourquoi tu me fais ça?///Why are you doing this to me? This "monster" asks him this on the cusp of death....

(Moments during the Weapon X program, be they real memories or not, when Logan’s humanity shone through)

And THIS almost immediately snaps him out of mind control he's under going. I don't know if he understood the words per say but I think even if he didn't, he still understood the plea on a human level. Because it wasn’t Weapon X who responded, it wasn’t the berserker, or Wolverine. It was Logan Howlett. It was a moment of humanity that broke the conditioning he’d been put through that answered that plea and stopped him. Because if you think about it, if these two memories actually are real, that means that Logan recognized this plea as the same one gave to the scientists. Now determining what did or didn't happen during the Weapon X program is difficult to parse out because they implanted false memories. BUT regardless of that there was always a part of him that held onto his humanity. But I think that just adds to the horror of it all. Imagine not being able to know what memories are yours and which ones are not? So let me ask, even if those memories are “false” does that make them any less real? Does that mean that Logan suffered any less under their stewardship? He was still kidnapped, he was still experimented on, still tortured. He still had the adimantium grafted onto his bones, he was still made into a living puppet and was still seen as nothing more than a weapon, an animal, a monster by the very people who were doing all of this to him and in some respects they are the reason he is seen as a monster by others.

At the end of that comic (where he was momentarily snapped out of his conditioning) he states that no his humanity wasn’t stolen from him but he still lives with that guilt of everything he can’t remember and the things he can remember are unreliable.

I know a lot of people haven’t read the comics so I’m not trying to do annoying about it BUT if you get the opportunity to PLEASE go read The Weapon X comic (by Berry Windsor-Smith) & Wolverine’s first limited series run (by Chris Claremont).

I specifically say that second one because I think the story that’s told is probably one of the more interesting told for Logan because of the relationship he has with Yukio and Mariko. I’m not going to get too deep into it because I really think you should read it for yourself but the basic outline of it is that where Mariko loves the man, Yukio loves the “monster”. And when he’s initially trying to court Mariko it’s his attempts to in a sense to court humanity but he fails and when he turns to Yukio. And for her part it’s not just as simple as her loving the “monster” but more than she goads it out of him, for thematic reasons and plot reasons. But needless to say, they both love Logan but they both love an incomplete version of him. (It’s a really good story and it’s literally what sold me on the idea of reading through any of the older comics.)

Anyway, (in the comics and movies especially) some people solely see him as a man with an uncontrollable side that they’d run from at the first sign of aggression and others only want that animalistic side and don’t love the man that Logan is. The thing is, he is both of those things. Think about it like this. As humans we like to think ourselves above the food chain, we like to think of ourselves as *more* than animals. And sure we’re definitely one of the most successful species of animals on Earth and we definitely don’t act on instincts in the same way most animals do, we’ve created society and rules and we do things a lot different than other animals but we are still animals.

So Logan isn’t both a man and an animal anymore than you or me. But he is a man that is more in touch with those animal instincts than the rest of us (bc of his mutation). Which I think is why when he does act on those instincts, people see him as less, because we (yes even comic book characters for this argument) only seem associate those traits with animals, with something lesser than ourselves.

The thing is, being “an animal” doesn’t need to be an insult or a condemnation of any kind. Humans are still animals but humans are still kind, and caring, humans have still created beautiful art and music and food and architecture and have got to the stars will probably go beyond the stars all while still being an “animal”.

So I think where most people get hung up on word “animal” is because it has such a negative connotation when applied to humans. And thus that negative connotation basically perpetuates itself so the only time we call other humans animals is when we mean to attack their humanity.

So back to Logan. Imo, there is no better example of this than the way people, Logan included, treat his (and subsequently him) berserker rage. Logan describes it as a monster that shares his soul, something else inside him, the real thing that makes him a monster, something that he doesn’t like, something he’s scared of, something he can’t always control but that he does everything in his power to keep away from the people he loves. Because Logan doesn’t like to kill, he doesn’t like hurting people. He might be good at it, he might be known for it but that doesn’t mean he likes it. Even when he thinks death is a deserved punishment, he isn't ever happy about having to kill. And he even says as much at one point in the comics.

And as a real quick aside, but this is almost exactly what sets him apart from Victor Creed. They're both men whose mutation gives them heightened animal like traits. The only difference is that Logan is ashamed of those parts of himself especially when they pertain to violence where Victor likes it, enjoys it; he goes out of his way for violence.

(If there is more to Victor Creed than meets the eye please tell me bc I gotta say I don’t actually know too much about him except that any time I see him in any Wolverine media I immediately laugh bc I know the two around to brawl. And I’m almost never wrong lmao)

And mind you there are times when Logan is also a hammer in the sense that he tends to punch his way through most of his problems. But he doesn't go out of his way for it in the same way Victor does despite having every reason to.

Logan has killed people but unlike Victor he isn't a killer. Even if that's what he's "the best at".

So when he goes into this specific rage that labels him a monster (an animal) it’s almost always in front of someone he loves and it’s almost always in a moment when he’s trying to prove his humanity (when it’s being used thematically and not for plot convenience). Like if you go read the comics 9 times out 10 when Logan is being called a monster or animal by some scientist or an enemy looking to humiliate him. But it’s almost always in the mitts of a life or death situation. A situation that anyone would fight light hell to get out of even with an amazing healing factor like Logan’s.

Because he still feels pain.

He still wants to survive.

He still feels.

And at the end of it all, he feels ashamed and horrified with himself and he'll always have to live with that guilt and shame. There's a point in one of the comics when he describes his heart as being slower to heal than the rest of his body and I think its interesting because although that story he's talking more from a "heart broken" sense. I also think that can apply just as equally to idea that it also harder for him to heal from not just heart break but also from shame and guilt. In certain situations, it takes longer for him to forgive himself emotionally because he suffers physically in the short term. He’ll never have a physical scar of his wrong doing and so he carries the emotional weight of it with him.

But also because he isn't just dealing with himself. In those moments when he comes out of that rage, the people he loves are in shock and are scared because they saw the “monster” and some people do reject it and in so they reject him and although rejection is something Logan thinks he deserves, it doesn’t make that pain hurt any less. it doesn't make it any easier to heal just because you agree with them, and in a way I think that's what slows down that healing process. Logan's inability to forgive himself.

Because that's the thing, Logan, would rather be scared of himself than forgive himself, be it because of his past trauma or because of the Weapon X program (which in the Weapon X comic it’s implied if not outright stated that the scientist at Weapon X are the reason he feels the fear he does about himself). Logan is scared of no one on Earth more than the man he sees in the mirror. And that’s because in his lowest moments when he looks in the mirror he doesn't see a man, instead he sees an animal, a monster. He doesn’t need the rest of the world to tell him what he already thinks of himself, it just doesn’t help that he has a choir of voices that are sometimes louder than his own telling him his worst fear is real. He is the monster that hides under his own bed but the problem is, while the monster is 'real' is a physical sense, it does not share a soul with him anymore than the boogeyman does. He wrestles with himself. Somedays he believes he's a man like anyone else and other days he can't drown out the voices telling him he's nothing more than a monster.

And as my last touch on the beserker rage, I want to posit my own theory about it. Personally believe to some extent that it isn’t part of his natural mutation and that instead it’s something that was “given” to him by the Weapon X program. The reason I say this is because I think it would make a lot of sense that like the adimantium claws and false memories it would make sense to give you “weapon” this uncontrollable rage (that mostly comes out in times of great duress). Not just because it would be one more thing Weapon X has taken from him (control over his own emotions/body) but also because wouldn’t that just make sense on the side of the people who ran the project? That your living puppet have a fail safe of sorts in case it ran into something bigger than itself? During the Weapon X comic, the scientist are constantly surprised by how resilient he is and even though some of this surprise happens in a false memory, they really do believe they can kill him at one points so if they thought they could kill him, why not something else? Why not give their investment insurance? And what better insurance for an animal than monstrous rage. 

But of course none of this is even to talk about the kind of person Logan really is. The thing that I think most people (in the comics) tend to ignore about Logan, in favor of focusing on his rough exterior (and some of his more questionable characteristics) is that he really does have a heart of gold. Now do not get me wrong, he can do some pretty fucked up shit (I will not talk about the Jean and Scott love triangle bc it gives me a migraine) but he does regularly do things that show how much empathy he has. That show that despite what he (or the rest of the world) might think, he isn’t a monster. The best examples of this are his relationships and more specifically the relationships where he’s a father/mentor. Like his relationship with Kitty Pryde and Jubilee, two kids that he basically adopts/takes under his wing and constantly goes out of his way for. Some of you might remember this post and the reason Logan does eventually fuck Wade’s shit up is because Wade literally punches the ever living shit out of Kitty in front of Logan. In another comic issue (after this), Logan beats the shit out of Wade again for punching Kitty, it’s funny but it also just goes to show that he does take protection of his family seriously. And mind you he doesn’t hunt Deadpool down, he find him by sheer plot coincidence when he’s getting a book signed for Kitty and the author just so happened to be Deadpool’s mark.

And mind you, Logan does have love for his own kids (Laura and Daken) despite the troubled nature of both this relationships but again those are a little more complicated. That’s partially for plot reasons but also because they play into just how much Logan hates himself that he struggles active show the same love for his adopted family to his “blood” family (again with Daken it’s a lot more complicated) but I also think that not only are his relationships with them fraught because of how much he hates himself but because both Laura and Daken were experimented on just and manipulated like he was (and in Daken’s case by a major player of Weapon X) so while he does love them past his own self hatred, they are also a reminder of his deepest traumas. It’s not their fault and it’s not necessarily Logan’s fault either, it’s just the cards their characters were dealt. (I haven’t read any comics with them yet so once I do I will most likely write my thoughts on his relationship with them each individually)

Regardless, Logan, depsite what he’d like you to think, is a deeply loving, empathetic and loyal person and this doesn’t just extend to people who considers family:

(Logan says this a man who not only a few issues ago was trying to kill him and his partner/friends. He saved Roughouse (the character he went berserk on a few pictures ago) because he was being experimented on in a way not too dissimilar to the way he had been by Weapon X. And if I remember correctly this is before he even knows how he got the adimantium in his bones)

He is James 'Logan' Howlett. He is a man whose life was stolen from him so many times over. He is a man who believes that the worse parts of him are all that matter and fails (or refuses) to see the good he has done in the lives of the people he cares about and believes that only death will truly bring him peace. He is someone who despite his flaws can’t help but to be kind. He is someone who fights like hell for what he believes is right. And even if he believes he’s a monster, even if the world believes he’s a monster, he will try to do the right thing because although he knows his soul is damned that doesn’t mean that exempts him from doing what good he can. He is someone who gives and good as he gets and then some. He’s the best at what he does but for him, that isn’t alway what he thinks it is.

And I think that’s the beauty of Logan as a character. Someone whose life is so wrought with tragedy and yet he is someone who can’t help but to be kind, someone who can’t help but love and care and find the humanity in the world despite the world seeming to be hellbent on taking his humanity away. Even though he (and many people in universe) might disagree with me, he is not only a one of the best humanity has to offer but he is also a shining example of the tenacity of the human spirit.

[sw33tie-faye]

vampire!reader x vampire hunter!character drabble 

 

cw: a bit suggestive, reader is a menace, not proofread, intended lowercase, vampire hunter has no name lmao

wc: 1.3k

a/n: got this idea while using c.ai, u can imagine this as any of ur favs <3

you're inside of the home of one of your most recent victims, sitting on the couch. you were relaxing, blood dripping from your mouth and hands as you finished drinking the blood of some random businessman.  

you were well-known across many villages, feared for your somewhat violent nature, but you preferred the quiet life if you were being honest. the people knew of you, but they had no idea what you looked like, which you took advantage of. 

suddenly, you hear the door open, and from it emerged a man. not your average man, though. he was a vampire hunter. and a skilled one at that. 

he looked at you with a calm expression, but there was something else behind it.

“i’ll avenge the countless innocent people you ruthlessly killed.” he said, with determination laced in his voice. 

“mm, sure you will”, you replied sarcastically. “you look quite young for a hunter”, you say, taking in his features. 

“is this your way to get me to let you-” he cut himself off mid-sentence and shook his head. he looks you up and down. “you don’t look too old yourself.” 

“looks can be deceiving.” 

he smiled, though with barely any emotion behind it. “how long have you been around?”

“hmm,” you took a while to respond. “a couple centuries, i'd say.” 

“huh, that’s much older than i anticipated..” he thought to himself. He regained his focus and asked you his next question. “how many people have you killed.” he uttered in a calm, yet cold tone. 

“eh, not many to be honest.” 

he raised an eyebrow, his expression one of surprise as that was not the answer he was expecting. “oh really?” he murmured. he then took a step closer to you, looking you in the eyes as he tried to read your expression. ”why's that?" 

“i don’t attack people unprovoked.” you responded dryly. 

he stopped right in front of you, looking down towards you as you sat on the couch. “so you only kill as self-defense?” he said, seeming interested. 

“yeah, basically,” you answered. 

“i find that quite hard to believe, i mean, why wouldn’t you attack humans?” he questions.

“well, consider the fact that i haven’t killed you yet.” you said with a blank expression 

he chuckled softly, looking somewhat amused. “that’s a fair point, i suppose.” he mumbles, mostly to himself. “but why not attack? surely it would’ve been easier for you that way.”  

“eh, i don’t really have a reason to.” you said. 

his expression changed to a confused one. he slightly narrowed his eyes, not breaking eye-contact with you. “why don’t you want to? a hungry vampire kills for blood.” 

“i usually use animals as a blood supply. and besides, if i drank blood from a human they wouldn’t die.” 

“so you don’t usually kill humans? you just feed off of us and walk off?” his surprised expression returns. 

“not really, even though human blood tastes much better.” you said. 

he raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to you. “it tastes better, yet you don’t?” 

“mhm, because i’m so nice.”  

he laughed again and softly shook his head, looking more amused. “sure you are.” he said sarcastically. he paused for a moment, before continuing to speak again. “you’re quite the interesting individual, aren’t you.” he said, now standing right in front of you. 

“i’d suggest you step back.” you warn. 

he does the complete opposite, taking another step towards you. “why should i? are you getting scared?”

“no,” you respond, “but i am still hungry.”  

“i see, hungry for what, i may ask?” he says in a teasing tone. 

“your blood? what kind of question is that?” you reply dryly. 

 

he continued to grin as he lightly grabbed your chin, tilting your head so you were looking directly at him. “you want to drink my blood, don’t y-” 

before he could finish his sentence, you latched your fangs onto his neck and sunk them in. he winced in pain and grabbed at your shoulders as you drew out blood from his neck, drinking it directly from the source. 

his grip on your shoulders tightened, but he didn’t pull away. his eyes screwed shut and he tried to stay calm, a few sounds left his lips, but he tried not to make too much noise as you drank. 

you on the other hand, were having the time of your life drinking his blood. it was succulent and sweet, more addictive than anything you’ve ever had before. 

you pulled away for a moment, and began licking and sucking at the wound you left behind, making sure that not even a drop of his blood was to go to waste. he winced again as you continued to lick and suck on his wound. 

he fell down onto the couch, still visibly in pain. 

 “that really hurt y’know..” 

 

“you taste good.” you say, ignoring his previous statement. 

 he lightly rolled his eyes. “is that the only reason you did that?” he teased. “you sure are something.” 

 

“says the one who was basically whimpering.” 

he freezes for a second. he then crossed his arms, his pain seemingly gone. “i wasn’t whimpering, i was merely grunting from the pain.” he spoke. 

 

lies, he was 100% whimpering. 

you eye the injury on his neck, courtesy of yourself, and feel yourself grow hungry again. you lean in towards him and reattach yourself onto his neck and continue drinking. A few quiet whimpers leave his mouth as you do so. 

 

“wow, you’re definitely not whimpering right now.” you say as you continue. 

“s-shut up..” he said breathlessly. 

you climbed on top of him for easier access and wrapped your legs around him, practically straddling him as you drew your fangs deeper into his neck. more whimpers escaped his lips as he instinctively grabbed your hips. 

“a-ah..! ow, ow!” he opened his mouth to speak again, but was too distracted by your current position. heat rushed to his face as his cheeks were dusted with a light blush.  

you began gently biting and sucking other parts of his neck, leaving small marks that were certain to blossom into bruises later, but that wasn’t your problem. his grip on your hips tightened as he leaned back into the couch, throwing his head back and allowing you to have more space, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven. he tried to regain his composure, but his attempts were unsuccessful as you continued. 

you pulled away from his neck again to see his face, and oh, what a sight it was. sweat was dripping down his forehead, his face was flushed, his hair disheveled. he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were practically rolling to his skull.  

what a masochist

 

after a while of admiring his disheveled state, his hand reached the back of your head and guided it back towards his neck, wordlessly asking you to continue. who were you to refuse such an offer? 

as he requested, you bit deep into the other side of his neck, lapping up the blood that escaped. You began kissing and sucking other parts of his neck and now exposed collarbone, biting down gently, not enough for it to bleed, but it would definitely leave a mark. 

soft moans escaped his lips and his grip on your hips grew tighter. he arched his back a bit and continued to let out sounds of pain and pleasure. His entire face was completely red, and he couldn’t seem to form any words, just soft, needy, whimpers and moans. 

you continued for a bit longer, and his moans only grew louder and louder. After a short while, his pretty moans came to a halt, heavy breathing replacing them. you got off of his lap, only to find a wet patch over his pants where you were once sitting. 

 

damn that was kinda hot-

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Still wanting requests? I have a couple…

Can I get a idiots in love with Carmy x reader where he suddenly get jealous and possessive when you are working out front and a customer keeps touching you leg or back when you’re taking their order. (I was a server & bartender for 11 years and the audacity of the men who thought that this was okay, but we couldn’t tell them to stop because we were afraid of getting in trouble!!!)

How would Carmy react when he sees it, and after when he is kind of heated talking to you in the office and you tell him that’s that is something all women have to deal with on a daily bases. Everywhere. How would he react to this info?

Not under my watch

It's pretty late. Dinner service is almost over. Everyone's already had more than a couple of glasses of wine. Your feet are killing you. You just want to sit down but still, you keep that plastered smile on your face because the last thing you need is for the customers to notice your tired face.

And there's this one table that you tried to visit as rarely as possible. A couple of duchy-looking bikers. From the moment they stepped in, you knew they were up to something. Just the way their gazes followed every female in the restaurant said it all. A cold shiver ran down your back as you reached for the menus, walking towards them. In a perfect scenario, you would have gotten Richie to cover this but he had slipped out to drive Eva to her ballet class so it was just you.

"Hello, welcome to the Bear. Is there something I could get you two straight away?", you say in a chirpy voice. The two of them look at you like hawks. As if they were checking what part to bite into first. "How about we start with your name, baby girl", you already want to gag but keep up that same smile, "I don't think that's necessary, sir", "Oh, but how will we get your sweet cheeks here when we're in need for you?", the other says, leaning back to check your ass. "I'll let you look through the menu and will be back shortly to take your order", you say, turning to walk away. Stopping to pick up empty plates from the other tables. Saying goodbye to some of the customers. Thanking them for coming and wishing them a lovely evening. Yet all that time you could feel eyes watching you. Following your every move. And suddenly you get hyper-aware of how your shirt feels a bit too low cut and your breasts feel too outlined by the tight material. How the skirt feels too low cut. And you suddenly wonder if you lean across the table, does it show too much? But it's all the things you've never thought about. Nothing that bothered you before those two came along. The uniform is professional and the whole staff wears it. You try to shake it off. Glancing towards the clock. Richie should be back any minute now. He'll take over. You'll be fine. A thought about telling something to Carmen crosses your mind but you quickly chase that thought away. He's busy. And those two aren't worth his time.

A whistle catches your attention and you see one of them waving you over. You grit your teeth. Feeling like a dog called by an owner. "Ready to order?", you get your pen ready. Trying not to meet any of their eyes. "I'd like some with these tender-looking thighs", You feel his fingers reaching for the back of your leg and you quickly step back. Panic rises in your stomach. "Sir, I would ask you to...", you start, "You'll be begging by the time I'm done, doll. Not asking", he states. "Bend over why don't you", You feel another pair of hands on your back and you want to move away but you're so scared. Your whole body freezes. You grip the pan in your arms as you stare ahead.

And may all the holy spurts be with them. Because Carmen decided to look through the little window that leads to the front. A habit of his now that you've been working here. It's his way of calming himself in a way. Watching you smiling and chatting with the people always makes him feel at ease. He loves nothing more than watching you in your element. But it's also his way of making sure that you are well. This is Chicago after all. Too many dodgy people sneaking around. And his blood stopped pumping when he catches those two men groping you.

And, holy hell, is Carmen ready to raise hell. I don't even think there would be a question as to what he would do. Carmen's dropping the spoon into the pot and storming through the kitchen door. Because this is not acceptable. He snatches a couple of utensils as he goes. Ripping the hands away from your body. Slamming the rough stranger's palms to the table before two sets of forks make contact with their skin. "You fuckers will be lucky to walk out of here in one piece", he barks out. The room fills with cries of pain and swearing.

You feel someone else's hand on you once more, jumping slightly, only to be met with Richie. It's all a blur after that. Richie says something to Carmen. You feel him touching your face but you're kind of looking past him. It's all just a series of events. And then you end up in Carmen's office with him kneeling in front of you. "My love", he breathes out, carefully pushing a strand of your loose hair away. It killed him seeing you like this. His little sunshine. Absolute ray of sunshine now nothing more but a grey sky. Oh, how much Carmen wanted to go there and just beat the daylight out of these creeps.

"I'm okay", you mutter, reaching to squeeze his hand that has been lying on your thigh. "You should have come to grab me, love", he growls lightly you know that he's not mad at you. He's mad at the whole situation. It's frustrating to him that this shit is happening right under his nose. "Carm, it's fine. It's not the first time and...", but his wild eyes cut you off, "What do you... What do you mean not the first time?". His breaths are shallow now. You lean forward to cup his face, "It happened all the time in my last job. Hand on the back. Hand on the leg". Carmen is shaking his head, "I'll fucking find them all and", "And nothing, love, no one cares". But Carmen huffs, "I care. I care and this will never happen again. You come and tell me any time someone is looking suspicious to you", he's pulling you closer to him. Wrapping you up in his arms, "No one will touch you like that again. Not under my fucking watch".

[ryin-silverfish]

I had a question about Nezha and how he might be characterized in a JttW story (specifically one that draws from Black Myth Wukong, with the common vision of Nezha being physically a perpetual child), and was directed towards you. I'll quote myself verbatim. I was thinking about how one might characterize Nezha for a story, and would appreciate any thoughts or corrections. I haven't read Investiture of the Gods yet, and probably won't for a while, but just going off what we see in JttW and some of the reading I did, this is what I came up with: When Nezha starts out there seems to be a fair bit of recklessness, carelessness, and bloodlust to his character. This ends up getting forcibly dealt with via his agreement with his father, and probably just over time a bit, but while he may become more responsible, as seems to be the case in JttW, the bloodlust and free spirited-ness are really just pushed down. Therefore, I tend to imagine him as being kind of grouchy, a bit stuck up, and a bit of a stickler for the rules, that last one mainly because he has to be, and if he has to obey that stupid oath to his father, than everyone else has to follow the rules too, damnit! But, he also has the repressed bloodlust simmering below the surface and coming out at odd moments, scaring people, which would explain why his father gets frightened of him for a moment in JttW, when Nezha rushes in front of him while he's without his pagoda. On the flip side though, Nezha is also described as a protector of children, so I like to imagine that, while he hates being treated like a child himself, at least by adults, he does like and understand children, and can do a genuinely good job interacting and taking care of them, even talking on their level if the situation demands it, and there's a real compassion and goodness of spirit there that will come out if just given the right opportunity. What do you think?

Well, JTTW Nezha's backstory is kinda barebones, but also: I think the biggest difference between FSYY Nezha and JTTW Nezha is that the latter wrecks the Dragon King's place THREE DAYS after his birth.

It's very much based on the Grand Compendium of the Three Religions' Deities (shortened as SJSSDQ) that inspired both JTTW & FSYY Nezha.

And in the SJSSDQ version, he's already a powerful immortal under the JE before he's ordered to reincarnate to rid the world of demons, thus he's able to slay a bunch of dragons 5 days after his birth.

(I honestly don't think you can apply human development trajectory to gods and immortals, especially with the whole *Property Destruction and Dragon-slaying after 3 days of birth* thing, but that's just my personal opinion.)

Oh, and his "protector of children" thing is very much a later folk religion development. In JTTW as well as FSYY, and even prior to these 2 vernacular novels, he's very much a fierce martial guardian deity known for his prowess at vanquishing demons.

Fun Fact: the Li Zhuowu illustrations of JTTW actually don't depict Nezha with his iconic twin buns (he also looks a lot more like a teenager in these illustrations):

Also, in JTTW, the pagoda isn't exactly dropped on Nezha and used to forcefully subdue him.

The Buddha just gives Li Jing the pagoda and asks Nezha to call (the Buddhas) on the pagoda as his father from now on, and it seems to be a pretty peaceful solution——though Li Jing is still terrified that Nezha will pick up the "revenge" hobby again the moment he doesn't have his pagoda on him.

I personally like the take where Nezha just, doesn't really care about Li Jing anymore, because from his POV, he barely knows Li Jing in the timespan of 3 days, not to mention having an actual father-son relationship.

His vegeneance towards Li Jing is the same as if a random stranger tries to kill you bc you are too much of a menace, and you are forced to kill yourself as a result——still a giant asshole move, but without much personal elements.

Another fun fact: after JTTW Nezha is resurrected by the Buddha, he subdues 96 caves of demons first before trying to kill Li Jing.

...My very unserious crack HC is he rushed out of Vulture Peak to throw hands with Li Jing immediately after resurrection, but lost his way bc he has a bad sense of direction, and beats up all these demons while trying to find his way back ("I'm just asking for directions! Can't they stop trying to kidnap or eat me for one damn second?")

Giant tangent aside, I think JTTW Nezha's other big potential differences in characterization are 1) he's a pretty thoughtful and clever guy, despite still having a bit of an impulsive reputation, and 2) he cares a lot more about his siblings and is probably on better terms with them than FSYY Nezha.

Like, in JTTW Chapter 33, he's the one who suggests to JE that they use Emperor Zhenwu's Dark Banner to cover up the heavenly bodies and create the illusion of the sky disappearing, instead of literally sucking up the sky into a container (which is impossible).

During the Lady Earth Flow Arc, Li Jing straight-up forgets he has an adopted mice daughter, while Nezha remembers who she is, as well as her three titles/nicknames (Golden-nosed White Mouse Spirit, Half-Guanyin, Lady Earth Flow).

Like, she's practically a stranger whose adoption is pretty much her one-sided act of gratitude (for sparing her life), instead of a decision made by Li Jing or Nezha, and the latter still remembers her.

I feel like JTTW Nezha is totally the kind of brother who'll spoil Li Zhenying, and even though Jinzha and Mucha still don't come back that often because of their work, their brotherly relationship is likely a lot stronger.

Also, their mother is still around in JTTW, as suggested by the short exchange between Mucha and Nezha in Chapter 42, where the former asks Nezha to go back and greet their mother, since he's on urgent business and doesn't have the time to pay his courtesy until after he's delivered the 36 blades.

[kai34902]

Addiction to Tranquility

Blurb: When all eyes are on you, you are forced to preform. till your legs bleed, your heart torn apart, and your mind goes numb you must not stop. Until a boy who has no interest in anything but science and space becomes a safe haven for you.

Or alternatively

When two people realize their feelings too late, and now must rebuild civilization while also try to get rid of their feelings for the other. Just one problem: they're addicted to each other

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Chapter 4: Remembrance and Wine

summery: making wine for nital. Plus Taiju's pov

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Warning: not proofread, Taiju's pov in the second half

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Surviving with Taiju has been very interesting to say the least. In a good way obviously. His loudness brings life to Senku and I’s workaholic lives. He also has been a great help for gathering materials and hunting. But there are some mishaps.

“WHY DID YOU HUNT THE BABY BOARS” I yelled at Taiju who had a very scared baby boar in his hand. It was about to spill tears.

“Well you said the animals that get caught in our traps are our food right?” He looked at me innocently.

“Yeah but the babies barely have any meat on them and we need them to sustain the boar population here!”

He put the boar down carefully. When it felt the grass it scurried away from us with a speed that didn’t quite match its body. I told Taiju in depth on how to hunt, and what things we were looking for. But then it came to gathering.

Taiju brought me a large basket filled with plants and herbs that he’d found in the forest. I started listing off the plants and if it's edible or not for future references.

“Amanita virosa: poisonous, Buna shimeji: edible, Amanita muscaria: poisonous.” I looked at the next one, surprised that he’d even think to collect this. “You can't tell this one's bad?” I lifted the mushroom up. “It looks like it came right out of Mario game”

I continued onto the next one. “Mugwort: edible, Monkshood… Are you trying to kill us sweet pea?!” I looked at him deadpan. Taiju might just accidentally kill us before whatever petrified us can. I grabbed the few edible mushrooms he had collected, cut up some adult boar meat, and seasoned them all. Then I punctured the meat and mushrooms with sticks, and then finally got them to cook over a fire.

“Oh, Man! What the heck did you season this with!” He munched real hard on his food like a starved bottomless pit.

“I seasoned it with-” my mind drew a blank. Senku made a bunch of it right before I arrived and made some more when I was away hunting not too long ago. So I didn’t know where it came from nor did I care to ask. It does however make food taste ten billion percent better than when it's just roasted over the fire.

“It's just some salt that I pulled out of the seawater, we can utilize it for pickling food as well. One of man’s primitive discoveries id say”

“Thank you Senku and (y/n) for the cooking. This is Perfect! I may not know all the stuff that you guys do but I’m gonna bust my back working for us” He got up with his basket and started running for the woods.

“He barely even finished eating…” I spoke softly.

“Let him be after all you know how he is” He turned to me. “ After all, doll, you and I have some things we need to do, so finish up.” he continued eating. I just let out a chuckle before finishing my meat skewer.

Once we finished eating, Senku led me to the shack where we had been conducting experiments on denitrification. Shelves filled with petrified sparrows filled the back part of the wall. Clay pots I made a while ago to replace the horrendous ones that Senku made before aligned the right side of the walls.

By instinct I headed towards the shelf at the back and swiftly grabbed the clay pot with the nitric acid in it. It was lighter than what I remember it to be. Confused, I swirled the pot to test how much was in it. There was less than 50 ml in the pot.

“Hey genius, I hope you don't need much nitric acid for your experiment cause there's barely any left”

“Well then that means we just have to get some more” He replied leaving the shack. I followed shortly after placing the pot back where it should go.

I hate walking to the miracle cave. It was long and boring with nothing to keep me entertained. Normally I wouldn’t make this trip but after last night I just wanted to spend some more time with Senku. But I was still bored so in a last ditch attempt to occupy my mind I started to hum a tune.

After some time I heard Senku say: “I haven't heard you sing in a while what's the occasion”

“I don't know! Just feel like it” He chuckled in response.

The silence of the forest quickly returned, minus my humming, before we reached the entrance of the miracle cave. We heard someone screaming. I knew the moment when he spoke Senku’s name that it was Taiju.

“It was us you idiot” Senku started to scratch his ear with his pinky. A habit that maintained even after petrification.

“Oh! NO WAY!” he continued screaming. “Are we the only ones left for real? Like the last humans still alive?” Senku and I moved ahead. Stopping where Taiju was standing and stared at the bottle filled with nitric acid.

“We’ll get more. That's the top priority” Senku said before switching tones.

“I mean, the three of us alone, just a couple of dudes and a girl. We can’t “restart humanity” unless one of us procreates with our doll here”

Taiju lifted me up away from our friend with such speed it seemed like I was a feather. He quickly covered my ears, fearing that I would hear what else Senku had left to say. But it was too late, I heard everything. The term “procreation” was enough to make me flush red, let alone the images that came afterward.

“How could you say that to a lady?! Do you have no respect for her?!” Taiju pointed his finger at him. In the meanwhile I was covering my face while also regretting coming here.

I grabbed Taiju’s basket backpack and came up with the excuse of getting more plants for later then left. I couldn't face Senku again, not until I composed myself. I ran and ran till I saw the river, and I collapsed right beside it. Splashed some water onto my face till the top of my clothes were practically soaked. Bad idea in the long run but it cooled my fiery body.

“Stupid Senku” my thoughts repeated that phrase till it was engraved into my soul. I wanted to cry. I never felt anything like this before. My heart was racing as if I had run a marathon. My body felt hot like I had a bedbound fever. My throat was dry as if I had eaten a pound of salt a moment before all this.

During times like these I would run into my baba’s arms and hug him tight. He would then give me a piece of advice or help me through what I was going through while also patting me into his lap. It made me feel better, enough to the point where I wanted to challenge what made me feel that way.

But I can’t run into his lap anymore. I can’t brush through his gold like hair while we gossip about classmates or coworkers. Not anymore, not in this new world. After all, he's still petrified… Senku was right love is troublesome

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I looked at Senku who was switching out the bottle filled with the miracle fluid with an empty bottle.

“What the heck was that man?!” I yelled at him. “I know you two like to flirt in strange ways but come on! you even chased (y/n) away!”

“She’ll be fine, you big oaf she just needs to compose herself” He gave me a quick reply as usual.

“But if you leave her like this then she’ll get the wrong idea! And besides, why did you bring up procreation when you know damn well that I like Yuzuriha!” I yelled at him

“So unless you're talking about yourself this is weird. Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since everyone can tell you treat (y/n) differently, heck you still call her by that nickname since we were kids! it's totally obvious!” The last part convinced Senku to turn around and look at me.

“It's obvious that you like (y/n)” I finished

“What the heck are you talking about you idiot” He picked at his ear while also giving me the face that he would normally give me when I do or say something stupid.

“Is that not the case?!” I yelped in surprise. I was starting to rethink all the moments that lead to this moment.

I first started to suspect something when Senku was acting differently. It was during the summer before our third year of elementary school. (y/n) had come back from America but she was acting differently. She was afraid of everyone and started to hide behind me when meeting new people.

I later found out that an assasination attempt on her life happened. But unlike last time she almost truly died. I let her hide behind me for as long as she liked.

Senku on the other hand was quieter than usual. He talked to her softly compared to other people, it was almost unnoticeable if you didn’t know him as long as I did. His habits changed too. He'd get excited when someone mentions her name. He’d talk about her a lot even when she wasn’t previously mentioned, and had to be beside her almost all the time.

It started to show more in middle school when she switched over. He’d give her things, participate in whatever she wanted to do, and tease her. I soon realized that he was flirting with her, in his own strange way. It took me a while as it wasn’t vocal like the shows portray it being. That changed during our final year of middle school where they would sometimes make remarks that crossed to the flirting territory.

At first I was so upset that they were beginning to hang around each other more than we all do, But it was when I met Yuzuriha and realized my feelings for her did I realize something about my first best friend. He likes (y/n)! That day I made a promise: as his best friend I wasn’t gonna reveal it until both of them were comfortable..

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I was still racking my brain as to where I went wrong, what did I miss? I was almost positive that Senku liked her. Heck I've been watching them for ages now to the point I'd say they're closer now than ever before!

Last night I caught them sleeping with each other. Not next to, WITH. They were cuddled so close as if this wasn’t their first time doing it, soI honestly thought their relationship grew while I was still petrified. I gave up thinking about it in the end as we were about to pour the whatever acid onto the bird that Senku placed on top of a tree stump.

As Senku poured the miracle fluid onto the bird we stared at it insanely, but it didn’t move an inch. Senku looked almost defeated. “I've been working like a madman on this project. Using every last method I could think of.”

“Over and over. Again and again.” He continued. “It's like something from a fantasy world. Is it all mineral? Are there living cells underneath? I dont have the laboratory for in-depth analysis”

I tried to wrap my head around what Senku was trying to say. “So basically what you're telling me is that there are things science can’t explain.” He chuckled instead of calling me a big oaf.

“There we go, that tired old cliche. Truth is, it never quite stands up to the scientific method. Science is often a slow process; some liquor might speed things up.” He was starting to talk to himself. But I was barely paying any attention to him due to the idea that was forming in my head.

“Combined with nitric acid. We could make something nice and potent. What's commonly known as nital which is an industrial-strength etching agent.”

“What did you say we needed?” I managed to speak before he continued further.

“Huh, I said we could make nital. It gets into the ferrite grain boundary and-” I interrupted him. “No! Don't confuse me with some kind of ‘science talk'. I mean the part about liquor” I tried to grab the grapes I found earlier but I realized where it was at.

“Gosh darn it! I forgot that (y/n) has my basket bag!”

“Hey you boys back yet” (y/n) peeped into the shack

“(y/n) there you are! I need something-” I looked closer at her. She was soaking wet

“Why are you soaking wet?!” I asked which brought out a yelp instead of an answer.

“Well I found a baby sparrow on the ground so I decided to bring it back to its nest. I just fell into the river when I misplaced my foot.” She tried to smile it off but Senku wasn’t buying it.

“Go dry yourself as much as you can and leave your wet clothes outside. I’ll go start the fire” He walked towards her and took the basket bag from her shoulders.

“Ok” She sighed and left the shack

“As you were saying” Senku beckoned for me to continue

“Oh!” I dug deeper into the basket. There were more grapes than what I remember collecting, (y/n) probably collected more when she was out. I took out two bundles of grapes and showed them to Senku.

“Wine comes from grapes, yeah? And that is a type of alcohol isn't it?”

He smiled at me. “Not bad, you big oaf.”

Senku made me pour all the grapes into a big pot and then made me clean my feet while he started a fire. He hanged (y/n)’s clothes to dry while I stomped on all the grapes.

(y/n) soon came out with two deer skins wrapped around her body and tied together with a rope like belt. It would’ve looked nice if it wasn’t so short.

“ISN’T THAT TOO SHORT MISSY” I scolded her for her poor choice of clothing. But I was careful to not slow down on my stomping.

“I'm not gonna wear this forever!” She blushed. “I just needed something to cover myself cause I wanted to see what you buys were doing”

She sat beside Senku who strictly stared at me or the fire. Maybe I was wrong in his feelings for her.

“Whatcha making” She asked him

“Wine” he answered

“Isn’t making wine without a licence you know…Illegal?”

“It was 3718 years ago” I caught him peeking at her before going back to the fire. “And besides, didn't you make alcohol with your dad when you were a kid” That remark apparently shut her up.

The next step led me to pour the grapes I crushed into a pot and stir it for a couple of days till it was ready to be sealed and ferment for some time. Well that's what (y/n) said. After three weeks we had to strain the liquid from the impurities as well as the skin from the grapes. Thanks to the handy dandy strainer (y/n) made earlier this step was easy. While in the middle of it I came to a realization: “I thought of something, underage drinking is a crime too isn’t it?”

Senku laughed before responding. “Not a problem! After all we’re all a little over 3700 years old”

“Oh yeah, That's right!”

Senku and I took a sip from the freshly strained wine. Strangely (y/n) didn’t want a sip despite being the only one out of the three of us who had a drink of wine back in the modern world.

Apparently in America as long as you have your parents consent, and you're on private property, you can drink underage and it’d be perfectly legal. (y/n) whos dad is a well known wine conosur had her fair share of wine in America.

The second I felt the taste of the win I spat it out.

“I thought that this would happen” said (y/n) in between my coughing fits.

“It's not bad, in fact it's better than what I expected for our first try. But I bet it's 10 billion times worse than the ones on the market, right, doll?”

“Im guessing so but im not tasting that crap” She plugged her nose when looking at the wine

“You gotta get rid of that privilege tongue of yours, you spoiled girl” He laughed

“Sure when you kiss me on the lips i’ll consider getting rid of it” she grinned at him

He looked at her, grinning from ear to ear, “Oh? Is that all it takes, that’s a dangerous game to play, doll”

She laughed in response. “Of course not genius~”

“So is this what you need to make that nitrate stuff Senku?” I jumped into the conversation. But I regretted it soon after as I realized that I could’ve gotten my closure from their bickering. Or was it flirting? I don't know anymore! Help! They’re confusing me!!!

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[kiaramemes09]

FINAL TETRO TRIAL NOTES

MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TETRO DANGANRONPA PINK’S FINALE BELOW

It took forever to watch because of how I kept pausing to lose my marbles

I am scared

I’ve been waiting all day for this

IS WADA GONNA BE OUT FOR HALF THE TRIAL?

ITS TWO HOURS?!?

WE’RE IN FOR A LONG RIDE

Hiroaki IMMEDIATELY BLAMING TAMBA FOR MAIS DEATH NOOOOOOOO

I MEAN IF YOU MEAN THIS IN HOW MAI ENDED

WE ARE TWO SECONDS IN

DUDE AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL AFTER THIS TRIAL

HIROAKI IS COMING FOR EVERYBODY’S THROATS

Ken literally just asked if something happened during the investigation

THE WITHDRAWAL IS HITTING HIM LIKE A TRUCK

Hasegawa trying to get them together

YANAGI FINALLY SPOKE

I KNEW HE’D COME IN SCREAMING

Wada’s up! He’s back!

Tamba is actually being nice to him and I am here for it!!!!

Yanagi is ready to LOCK IN

Hiroaki is really snippy

Okay they’re figuring out the bombs

Okay they’re about to get on Wada I knew it

Tamba is trying to have faith in somebody for once

I take that back Tamba is chucking him under the bus

Camera time!

Yanagi trying to bring this debate together, channeling his inner Sasaki

WE HAVE NOTHING

Wada doesn’t know what vertical and horizontal means?

Why does she have blood in her mouth in her portrait then? If the body had none?

I got a theory she was weakened with poison or something, like genuinely, I am not joking x

HES STARVING THATS WHATS WRONG

FIREFLY DUO COULD NOT FIND EVIDENCE THEY WERE STUCK

OMG WE’RE BACK ON THE “YOUR SELFISH NO YOUR SELFISH” STUFF

TAMBA STOP TELLING HIM TO OFF HIMSELF

DONT BRING KAMIMURA’S HISTORY INTO THIS

TAMBA TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT WHERE WERE YOU

ARE WE GONNA GO BACK TO THAT EVE RT TWENTY MINUTES

WAIT MAI LOCKED THEM?!?

YANAGI DEFENDING HER TO THE END

Yeah what would Mai gain from that?

We’re only a quarter the way in, oh boy.

Hiroaki has a point tho all the options have to be explored if they wanna live

Skater boy?

THEY FORGOT TO CHECK POCKETS

HASEGAWA TRYING TO HOLD HIS ANGER IN

Why does Ojima think she can teleport?

SHE WAS SNEAKING LIKE A INTERNATIONAL SUPER SPY

How could anyone break a camera?

THEYRE JUMPING WADA NOW

WADA MADE A D.I.Y CAST

Wada GOT A GUN

FINALLY THEY BROUGHT UP WADAS BASEMENT BAN

Okay I think Wada’s safe he wasn’t accused very late

THANK GOODNESS

HE’S GOING ON ABOUT HOW HE’S A GOOD KID AND BE DIDNT DO ANYTHING

WADA YOU ARE A GOOD KID

HIM REPEATING IIIIIIIIITTTTTTT

HOW DID MAI DIE? HOW DID THEY GET HER?

WHY DID YOU LIE IF YOU STAYED IN THE GARDEN?

WRONG SACRIFICE RIGHT REWARD

THERES NO WAY SHE DID IT

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN

I thought he locked up again

SOMEONE TAKE THAT KID TO A HOSPITAL

DONT BRING THE SHOOTING-UP IN THE BATHROOM UP?

YOUR BOTH IRRATIONAL

NO HIROAKI STOP SAYING THAT

I FORGOT ABOUT [Reunion]

TIME TO GO OVER THE EVENTS OVER THE WEEK

PART TWO

They’re all working so hard WHO DID THIS

OMG THEY SWAPPED THE MILK WITH ALMOND MILK IM CALLING IT

OH IT WAS SOY MILK

Does that count as a poison mention?

OMG THEY KEEP STEALING IDEAS FROM OKAZAKI

THEY MADE ANOTHER KEY

Wait Hasegawa didn’t take any of the painkillers?

HOW DID WE GET HIGHEGAWA AND DRUNKJIMA?

Did they forget Okazaki took the cigar box? She taunted him

Okazaki screwing things over from the grave again

I knew they’d get on Hasegawa

SOMEONE GOT OJIMA WHILE HE WAS DISSOCIATING? YOU CONNIVING KILLER.

NOOOOOOOOOO OJIMA

SOMEONE GET THIS KID THERAPY

HE BETTER GET BACK TO HIS BROTHERS

DONT SUGGEST HIROAKI WOULD DO THAT

EVERYBODY GETS TO YELL

SOMEONE SNUCK UP ON HIM IT WASNT HIROAKI

EVERYBODY is a suspect

The fact that Von called her dumb but literally everyone here is convinced she’s very intelligent

We’re approaching the final quarter of the trial

The one thing keeping me from looking at Hasegawa is how helpful he’s being

YANAGI IS FIGHTING FOR HER HONOR

KEEP HAMA OUT OF THIS WE JUST SAW HIS MESSED UP PORTRAIT

Mai would not kill them all

THEY ARE IMPLYING SHE PULLED A WATARI

THE MEDBAY INCIDENT IS GONNA TRAUMATIZE THOSE GUYS FOREVER

SHE WANTED THEM ALL OUT

SHE IS NOT THIS PETTY SHE DID NOT CARE ABOUT THE FILES

OMG HIROAKIS TRYING TO DO A CLOSING ARUGRMENT

SHE GOT DOUBLE-CROSSED

OMG HE HAS NO IDEA

HOW DID SHE DIE?

Back on Wada or Tamba

WHY DOES TAMBA HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

WHY DOES SHE HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

NONONONO

WE GOT A QUARTER LEFT COME ON THERES NO WAY

WHY DOES SHE HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

NO WAY NO WAY

THIS IS A YANAGI OR TRIAL-TWO HAMA CASE RIGHT?

THERE IS NO WAY

SHE LOOKS TERRIFIED NO WAY

SHE AND YANAGI WERE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY SUSPECT LIST

HOW WOULD SHE KILL HER

WHAT WAS THE SAFETY SACRIFICE

YEAH IT MAKES NO SENSE

She herself said she’d never confess

SHE WAS SO GENUINE LAST INVESTIGATION

SHE COULD BE ACTING OH NO

IS SHE GETTING FRAMED?

I CANT BELIEVE IT

NO NO NO

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE

ARE ALL THE GIRLIES GONNA DIE?

LITERAL BACKSTAB?!

WAIT WE GOT LIKE HALF AN HOUR THERES NO WAY

I knew the cleanup would be with pool water

Hellbent reference?

We got nothing solid

ARE WE GONNA GET A BLACKENED WIN?

I can’t tell

I cannot tell

OMG WE’RE GETTING CLOSER TO THE END?

ON ONE HAND WE KNOW SHE’D NEVER CONFESS AND SHE WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN ESCAPE

ON THE OTHER WHAT IS SHE SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THIS?!

Hayashi isn’t a genius but she isn’t blindly trusting

She suspected Yanagi of all people for just a moment after all

We got twenty minutes still

THERE IS NO WAY

MONOMOKO WANTING THEM TO BE SURE OMG THEY’RE ABOUT TO MAKE A MISTAKE

MONOMOKO JUST SAVED THEM

YES THEYRE GONNA LISTEN TO HER

THEY REALLY GOT ME THERE

Monomoko hinting!!!

THE FORESHADOWING

OMG OKAZAKI DID SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY HELPED OMG

IT WAS THE SAFETY REWARD

WAS IT KEN?

KEN TELL ME YOU DIDNT DO THIS

THE YANAGI SPRITE CHANGE

HE LOOKS ACTUALLY TERRIFYING KEN RUN

YANAGI IS ABOUT TO EXECUTE KEN HIMSELF

How is Hasegawa this calm?

WHOS HOLDING HIM BACK? Hiroaki?

KEN YOU EVIL GENIUS

WHY DID YOU TAKE INSPO FROM OKAZAKI OF ALL PEOPLE YOU DESPISE HER FOR WHAT SHE DID TO TOSHI

YANAGI IS GOING TO LOSE HIS MIND EVEN MORE HE WAS THE LAST PERSON WHO COULD OF POSSIBLY STOPPED IT

But he fell asleep.

THEYRE DEBATING AS THEY RESTRAIN YANAGI OMG

HASEGAWA WOULD BE BIG BRAIN ENOUGH TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO LIFT HER WITHOUT RAW STRENGTH

HE TIED HER TO THE GURNEY AND KILLED HER HASEGAWA

THEY HAD GURNEYS?!

SPIKES AGAIN?!

THE WAY THIS PARALLELS OKAZAKIS PLOT

HE DOESNT CARE LOOK AT HIS FACE

He. Does. Not. Care. Anymore

HE WAS MY TOP SUSPECT

OMG HE LIED AND MANIPULATED THEM

HE LIED ABOUT BEING HURT BY OJIMA

HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS OPPONENTS

HE WAS PLAYING 4-D CHESS WITH THEM

Maybe you locked yourself in there to punish yourself for your wrongdoings, your failures towards him, killing everybody?

Hiroaki’s explanation also makes sense

WADA CLOSING ARGUMENT HECK YEAH

I THOUGHT WE ESTABLISHED HE SUCKED AT LYING

I guess picked up a book on lying?

HE RAGED PSYCHOLOGICAL WAREFARE

Okay I don’t know when but Yanagi looked like he chilled out a little, he doesn’t look homicidal anymore

THIS WAS AN INCREDIBLE PLAN I EXPECT NOTHING LESS OF YOU QUIZ SHOW GUY

BUT ALSO CURSE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO THESE PEOPLE

AND MAI

SHE’LL NEVER GET TO GO HOME BECAUSE OF YOU

NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT—YOU KNOW HER PARENTS WOULD NEVER STOP LOOKING FOR HER DONT YOU?

THAT IS JUST—DUDE.

IT WAS REMOTE?

HES DOXING THE STAFF

YONEKURA HERSELF HAD TO JUMP IN

THE ALARM TO SHUT HIM UP

HOW DID HE FIND THOSE NAMES?!?

THATS WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT? YOUR GONNA DIE

IS YANAGI STRANGLING HIM?

EXPLAIN. NOW. KEN.

THIS HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH ISONO?

I KNEW HE DID THIS BECAUSE KAMIMURA DIED

His self-loathing man

OF COURSE THIS TIES INTO HIS GUILT OF KAMIMURA’S DEATH

It wasn’t all his fault, not even any of his fault. IT WAS ALL OKAZAKI AND SHES DEAD NOW

EXACTLY YANAGI

THEY ARE NOT AWFUL AWFUL KEN DUDE STOP PROJECTING YOUR GUILT ONTO THEM

“You only care about keeping yourselves alive” *Makes an entire plan the hinges on Mai’s selflessness*

He is delusional

HE. DOES. NOT. CARE.

WHAT ABOUT YOUR MOM AND MAO AND YOUR DAD AND HIS GIRLFRIEND THEY LOVE YOU THEY WANT YOU TO GET HOME BOY

He felt like he had it all, and then it was all ripped away

He was secure, he had a loving family. His quiz show earnings would ensure he and his loved ones be able to live comfortably for life.

He even made a best friend here!

Then he gets butchered across the hall from him

Could Kamimura forgive him for this? All of this? I do wonder.

He just wants to get this over with

HES TALKING TO US WATCHING FROM THE VOID HE HOPES WE AT LEAST ENJOYED THIS

HES TELLING US TO DIE

Those were his last words…

This is definitely at least top two in terms of favorite trials for me.

This series was a wonderful and painful experience.

[lostgirl677]

Negan's wife

One-shot

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

Masterlist

TW: language, sexual comments, near assault, violence, blood

A/N: this is the first time I write for Daryl Dixon and I'm a bit nervous. I hope I did okay

Since that fateful night, I’ve been locked up here, sitting alone on the bed, the only furniture of this weird room. I didn't even know how much time had passed. And no matter how many times I tried to force that damn door open, it wouldn’t move. I just let out an exasperated sigh as I sat on the floor. I didn’t know what Negan had in mind when he took both Daryl and I with him, but it sure meant trouble. But the worst part was that I didn't know where Daryl was and if he was okay. I haven't seen him since they unloaded us from that truck. So here I was, alone and scared. Not scared for myself but for Daryl, for our people. I still had the images of the bloodied corpses of our friends, laying there. But instead of letting myself go insane, I tried to focus on what I could do to get Daryl back and to run away from this place. And I would have to be creative since they took all my weapons.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly perceived the noise of footsteps coming near my cell. My heartbeat quickens, ready for a fight if needed. I promptly jumped on the bed to get as far as I could from whoever entered the room. I heard a key unlocking the door and as the handle turned, I could feel my heart beating in my throat. When the door opened, The first people I saw were some of his goons. After each four of them entered and placed themselves on each side of the door, Negan entered. How I wish I could erase the smirk on his face with my crowbar. He snapped his gloved fingers and one of his goons, Dwight,came next to me and put a black dress next to me. I threw a look at the dress and then at Negan. His smile grew bigger. 

Anger filled my veins when I noticed that Dwight wore Daryl’s clothes. I jumped on my feet and asked “What do you want? Where’s Daryl? Why does this fucker wear his clothes?” “Damn! This guy may never shower but he sure as hell has a fine taste in women.”Negan said, practically undressing me with his eyes as I stood up. He smiled at me and said “Calm down sweetheart. No need to get your panties in a twist. We are civilized people, we can talk calmly.” I scoffed at ‘civilized’, which made him smile even more. He then said “To answer your first question, I’m here to make you one of my wives, hence the black dress.” I grabbed the dress and threw it at him “You can shove it in your ass!” I screamed as he caught the dress mid-air. “Language, sweetheart. Damn! I like you.” I just gave the middle finger with a forced smile. He smiled and then continued “To answer your second question, Daryl is taken care of and..” “If you lay as much of a hand on him, I'll kill you all.”, I said, getting dangerously close to him. “Eh! Don't worry sweetie, I never do the dirty job. But you might like to talk to Dwighty-boy here. He's the one in charge of your lover’s captivity.” I turned my head to my left to throw the blond guy the dirtiest look I could. Dwight seemed to gulp as I kept looking at him.

It seemed to amuse Negan as he looked at the both of us. “Oh, I see you already met. Good, then you’re already familiar with some people here.To answer your last question, D. got promoted. He was allowed to take your dirty biker’s stuff.” My blood was boiling at this point. I was already preparing my fist to punch Negan square in the face when he suddenly closed the distance between us and whispered in ear “You don’t want Daryl to become chow for the dead, right? Believe me, you want to be a good wife.” He was too close for my comfort. But I stayed stone faced, not dismissing the threat underlying his sweet talk. He then looked at me and added “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll look sexy as hell in the black dress.” He approached his hand to caress my hair but I smacked it as I kept looking at him straight in the eyes.”Don’t touch me!” I hissed through my gritted teeth. He laughed loudly, earning the laughs of the guys behind him “And she's feisty too. I made the right choice choosing you, sweetheart.” We kept eye contact until he broke it to call his goons. “See you tomorrow, darling.” He said one last time, winking at me as he closed the door and locked it.

Instead of sleeping, I spent the night trying to find a way to negotiate with him. Or even a plan to find Daryl and escape with him. But the only way was to bluff or just blatantly lie to get what I want. And after hours of racking my brain for a solution, I decided something.I just hoped it worked the way I wanted to. All I could do was to hope that Daryl was still alive.

In the morning, I heard someone unlocking my door. I readied myself to attack just in case, my breathing getting louder as my heartbeat was going crazy. Then Dwight appeared, with a huge grin on his half-burned face and a tray of food in  hands. “Hello, Y/N. You slept well?” I threw him a look and replied “Go to Hell.” He chuckled and said “Guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I didn’t reply, just threw him a dirty look. Then I noticed. All I could see was fresh blood on Daryl’s clothes. Seeing red suddenly, I jumped on him, grabbing Daryl’s shirt and screamed “What did you do to him?! What did you do?!” He had let go of the tray in a noise of broken dishes and seemed panicked. He tried to get free from my grip but I was too angry to let go that easily. “Answer me! What did you do to Daryl?!” 

“Y/N, calm down!” It made me even more angry, so angry that I kicked him in the balls. He fell to the floor with a less than virile scream. As he clutched his privates with one hand, he used the other to reach a pocket in Daryl’s shirt and got a small box out of it that he threw at my feet. He then said through laboured breathes ”The fucker apparently wanted to pop the question. Too bad he’ll never get to.” I grabbed the box and kicked him harder in the ribcage. And I kept hitting him, adding blood on Daryl’s clothes. I would have killed him if some other guys hadn’t heard his screams. I was blinded by a devastating anger, I couldn’t stop myself. Until one of these guys grabbed me by the shoulders to get me away from Dwight. The goons threw me violently on the bed and helped Dwight up. With that, they locked the door again.

As the anger slowly passed, I suddenly realized how reckless I’ve been. I was sure that Dwight would torture Daryl even more. I curled on the bed, clutching the tiny box in my hand. Daryl wanted to propose to me. He really loved me this much. This statement was a shock to me. In another world, we would have a real wedding with all our friends alive and well. This brought tears in my eyes that I quickly wiped as I heard the door opening again. I didn’t know how much time had passed, again. But it sounded like trouble. Just like the last time, Negan appeared with his goons, including a bloodied Dwight. It was the moment to take action.

“Well, well, well. Hello Y/N. Heard you had one hell of a morning.” he said in his insufferable sing-along tone. Instead of replying, I got closer to him, stood straight and looked him in the eyes when I said “If i become one of your wives, you let Daryl go” His smile didn’t falter but grew bigger. “Very straightforward I see. I like that. But, well sweetheart, it’s not a question to ask.” I stayed with an emotionless face when I declared with determination “I wasn't asking. I'm telling you  how it's gonna be.” Much to my irritation, Negan laughed loudly.”Aren’t you a confident one, darling?” He said as he booped my nose. I immediately slapped his hand out of my face.He wasn’t even upset by my gesture and said “Bold of you sweetheart. I don’t know how it works with Rick. But I’m afraid that it's not how it works here.”

Instead of getting angry, I tried to hold my wrath inside and said “If you don't want me to raise hell, you better accept”. He giggled and leaned his hands to his knees to look at me. “.What are you gonna do, huh? You are alone here sweetie. And loverboy won’t help you.” he cooed as if he was talking to a pretty stupid little girl. How much I wanted to punch him. But I had to remain calm, somehow. Dwight suddenly said “Uh, Negan? She’s really violent”. He was instinctively protecting his junk just in case. It made me smirk “See ? Listen to Freddy Krueger over here. He knows what I'm talking about” I said, pointing at him. Negan threw Dwight a condescending glance before turning his attention back at me, smiling brightly.``Well, you really have fire inside. I’m definitely keeping you”. He said with a laugh.”Well, it was good to have a laugh. Now, put your dress on and get ready. Someone will come to get you in ten minutes.” He said as he got out of the room rapidly.

As I zipped the dress, I tried to ponder whether I should put Daryl’s ring on my finger or not. I didn’t want Negan to take it from me. But I decided to keep it hidden on my necklace.He already took the man I love away from me. I had to act carefully, now. I didn’t know what they were doing to Daryl, but it sure fueled my nightmares. We’ve been through everything since Atlanta and it took one asshole with a barbeled bat to separate us. When I’d get the opportunity, I’d definitely gut Negan. I swore it to myself and to Daryl. I heard the door getting unlocked again and a giant guy came to get me.

The walk to my mysterious destination was quite chilling. The corridors had a cold atmosphere to them. It wasn’t welcoming. Hell, even the prison seemed more cozy than this. As we walked in the maze-like building, something suddenly caught my attention out of the corner of my eyes. Brown long hair and blue eyes. I swiftly snapped my head to see Dwight pushing  someone violently in a small room. It was Daryl, I knew it. Thus, I tried to sneak away from the giant guy to run in the direction of the room but he caught me by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going, doll?” he said as he dragged me away. I could hear an irritating song blasting from here. That’s where they were keeping him. I then swore to myself to note the path we took to find his cell next time.

When giant guy pushed the door in front of us, I caught a glimpse of the room. There were sofas everywhere as well as bottles of alcohol. And there were at least ten very attractive women dressed in the same kind of dress as me. He left me here and got back to whatever was his job. I quickly felt uneasy when all the women snapped their heads to look at me. I felt really awkward to be the center of attention so I tried to find a quiet place in the room. They didn’t even try to come to talk to me, which was fine by me. All I had in mind was the glimpse of Daryl I had in the corridor. His back was almost arched. I never saw him like that, even at his worst. They were breaking him, destroying him completely. I couldn’t stand it. Tears were brought to my eyes again as the images kept replaying in my mind. I just closed them to keep me from crying. “Hey! You okay?” asked a woman’s voice next to me. 

Surprised, I opened my eyes and wiped them with the back of my hand. And I looked at the mysterious woman. She was a brunette with brown eyes. “Uh, yeah, yeah. It’s okay. I’m okay.” She looked at me emphatically and said “I’m Sherry. Aren’t you Daryl’s girlfriend?” I almost gasped. “What? You know him?” She looked at me a bit embarrassed. “Well, let’s say we met in the woods.” “You’re the one who stole his crossbow and his bike!” I exclaimed, suddenly understanding. She seemed even more embarrassed. “Well, you mugged my husband earlier today. Let’s say we’re even.” I almost choked. “You’re married to that scumbag?! The very one torturing Daryl, right now?!” I said angrily even though it wasn’t her fault. “Yeah, I was. Now I’m Negan’s wife. Just like you.” I felt like I could trust her, somehow. But I couldn’t risk anything here.I was sure there were snitches waiting for some intel to give to Negan. So I just nodded my head and kept to myself.

I spent some time in silence, lost in my mind when I noticed that the sofa I was on dipped under someone's weight. “Hey! New girl.” I tried to focus again on the real world to see a beautiful woman next to me. “Yeah?” She smiled at me and said “Tonight’s your special night. You should get ready.” “What do you mean?” Confusion was probably written all over my face because she added “ Negan’s gonna mark you as officially his. We’re here to prepare you, he’s quite rough the first time. He gotta show you who’s in charge I guess” I felt the blood draining from my face. “You mean, he’s gonna…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. “ Yeah. But don’t worry. It’ll hurt for a few days then you’ll get used to it. Just be prepared psychologically.” I wanted to run away, as far as I could. But I had to pull through. For Daryl. He must never know about it.

The fateful moment was here. I was escorted to Negan’s room and was waiting for him to come. It was the moment to find a weapon quickly. I ran to his drawers and tried to rummage through his stuff. After fruitless effort, I finally pricked my finger to some kind of tiny knife.Relief washed over me as my fingers curled around it. It was tiny enough to hide it. But I didn’t have much time to think about it when I heard the doors. “Eager I see.” He said in a smug tone as he saw me next to his bed. I turned to face him. His smile was the most horrendous thing I saw in my life. This predatory look in his eyes, full of lust, disgusted me. He swiftly approached me and began to unzip my dress. I couldn’t help but try to get out of his reach. He paused and asked, surprised “What ? Don’t tell me Tough guy never touched you?” I turned my head to not see him. “ It's a sin, really.” And as he kept unzipping my dress he added “Well his loss.” And he let his hands wander on my body. I had to hold down my urge to throw up. Daryl would never do something like this without my consent. He would never treat me like this. But I had to play the game to get where I wanted. 

Negan made me face him. I was just waiting for him to get closer. My heartbeat quickened, it would be my moment soon. He was so focused on my breast that he didn’t see anything else. I wanted to punch him so hard but what was waiting for him was better. Swiftly, before he could react I got the knife out of the pocket of my dress to press it on his neck, next to the carotid. His eyes widened and he took his hands off me. But instead of panic, he seemed amused. What the hell was wrong with him? A trickle of blood was running down his neck.'' Why do you have to kill the vibe, uh missy? I thought we were getting cozy, here.” he said casually, as if I wasn’t threatening him at all.” As I was stucking the knife deeper in his skin, he swifty grabbed my hand to get the knife and added “Unless it’s some kind of kink?” He slowly  licked  the knife. HIs eyes were full of lust. Out of anger, I spat in his face. He wiped his face with an even bigger smile but there wasn’t any joy in it. “Well, you can’t tell I didn’t warn you last night.” 

The next thing I knew, he was dragging me half undressed and my hair in a mess through the cold corridors. He then stopped. “You only want the dirty redneck? Well, knock yourself out! I’ll come back later and I'll be less charming, believe me.” I locked eyes with him one last time and spat in his face again. WIthout any other word, he threw me in a cell. The first thing I noticed was the terrible smell. But the worst was him. Daryl was here. My heart broke when I saw him all curled up in a ball on the floor. “Daryl.” I called softly. But he didn’t react nor acknowledged my presence. “Daryl. Hey! It’s me, Y/N”. Carefully, I got closer to him and caressed his hair.I felt him stiffen at my contact.That’s when the tears finally escaped from my eyes.”What did they do to you?” I asked as I kept crying. Then I heard his broken voice ask quietly“Y/N? Ya real?”. I saw him slowly getting in a sitting position. “Yeah, it’s me.” Relief seemed to wash over him until he noticed my poor state. He tried to wipe my tears away. His rough hand never felt so soft on my skin. “What happened? What did he do to you?!” he asked anxiously, probably expecting the worst. “He didn’t…? Please tell me he didn’t. They kept tellin’ me horrendous things he did to ya. I’m gonna kill him.” I put my hand soothingly on his when I assured him. “No, he didn’t. Didn’t have the time.” Daryl sighed in relief.

He then approached his hand to my shoulder to get the fabric of the dress to hide my bra.Clumsily, his hand got untangled in my necklace and found the ring. His head dropped and he said “Was supposed to pop the question. But I don’t think..” “Yes, Daryl. I want to marry you.” I slowly got closer to him and kissed him as I was supposed to after all this time. “I don’t know how or when. But I’ll get us out of here. I promise."

A/N : feedback is welcome. I think I need advices to write Daryl correctly 😅

[cod-sins]

could you write cod hcs for a female reader who's 5"9 and a bit chubby? thank you <33333

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs

.ೃ࿐ Paring: König. Ghost.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Female. Chubby.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. A bit too fluffy on Simon's part.

[A/N: FIRST FEMALE READER REQUEST LET'S GOOO! Also I'm 6'0-6'1 so to me anything under that is short LOL.]

KÖNIG

Oh my god he's so in love with you.

König may be a 6'10 killing machine who wouldn't hesitate to end a person's life but he's absolute putty in your hands. He treats you like goddess always spoiling you with whatever items you want.

He isn't all that into PDA, he'll hold your hand or maybe put an arm around you if he's feeling particularly antsy/jealous but at home he's a completely different person.

He loves to lay in bed with you, on his side while you just talk about your day. His eyelids would be low and there would be a soft smile on his face while you were talking. If you asked him if he was paying attention he would repeat back every single word you said—not missing a beat.

Thinks your chubbyness is cute. Thinks your whole body is cute to be honest.

König can sometimes get really cheesy and mushy over you but he refrains from taking action because he's scared he'll come off as overbearing.

He loves to softly tease you. Thanks to the hot weather he'll walk around the house shirtless flaunting his body and calling you out whenever you stare.

"And that's how Horangi and I were able to defeat an entire squadron without taking a single hit!" He says proudly while looking at you for a reaction. You however were to busy staring at his abs to notice.

"Maus." "Huh?" "My eyes are up here." He says with a dumb smirk on his face. He watches as you as shift positions—to flustered to look at him.

König closes the jar lids way too tight, he doesn't do it to be annoying he's just adamant on keeping his food fresh and preserved. It wouldn't be a problem until he's deployed and you can't open a jar of jelly to make a sandwich.

He also does this with things in the pantry/cabinet. König is still not use to living with a person who's shorter than him so you'll have to remind him to not put things on the tallest shelf.

He loves to pick you up and twirl you around.

GHOST

Ghost loves to loom over you. Even if you're doing mundane tasks such as washing the dishes or folding laundry, he'll lean on the wall or just stand right behind you watching. He notices every little detail in what you do.

He thinks the height difference between you two is cute. He loves when you wear his clothes because they're always too big and they manage to swallow you whole. He never comments on it he'll just stare at you admiring you.

His favorite dates with you are quiet ones. Like picnic dates on a sunny afternoon away from other people or driving to a diner that he really likes [they have those in the UK right?].

If you guys are watching TV together he'll nitpick everything the characters do. "He didn't even turn the safety off." "His gun still had bullets left why did he toss it away?" "If they were on the field they would be dead." Remind him that it's fake and he'll temporarily shut up.

One of his favorite memories of you was on a short weekend. It was right before he was deployed and he spent it with you, laying in bed, drinking and eating a bunch of takeout that you two ordered. You spent that night just holding him and playing with his hair, softly rocking back and forth while he had his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat.

Ghost fondly remembers every word you said to him even if you don't he still thinks about it when he's on the field or when it's early in the morning and you're still asleep.

Ghost loves the way his body engulfs you whenever you hug him. Sometimes he'll squeeze you just a little bit too tight to make sure you're real and not some beautiful illusion his mind made up.

Requests are closed, but you may still send them in.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

[illya-roma]

DP X DC PROMPT- (Fic that I'd totally probably might write)

Jason had learned from being a Robin to being Red Hood to expect a lot of things, from fighting the deranged to expecting the unexpected like daina (WONDER WOMAN!) being mind controlled.

But he never expected this.

He usually doesn't come here to begin, not after- after it happened, but he does each time whenever the pits wants to remind hims of what he could have lost. (What he lost, how it hurt hurt hurt. How HE hurt them. He knows that even if they forgive him, they'll never trust him again. The pit laughs from behind)

But tonight, in front of him sat someone?something? what appears to be a teenager from 14 to 16, with red hair that flickers similar to a flame and skin too pale and ears too pointy.

But it?she? sat on one of the headstone with her eyes glazed, too deep in her own thoughts.

A series of bubbles cut her off. She proceeded to put the baby (that seemed completely human) on her shoulder and allowed him to burb. Then cocooned him in blankets and hummed him to sleep.

Right now, he isn't red hood (or Robin). And his gun may not affect her, that is if the child belongs to someone else. (Did the parents give them to her? Or is she related? Have any alarms of a breakout occur that a meta? experiments? escape?).

(He sounds like Bruce.)

"A penny for your thoughts?"

The girl had her eyes on the child, with a small sad smile and flickers of flaming hair. "Just..."

"Just wondering what my grave would have looked like."

He sucked a breath.

"That ones yours...right?"

The girl (child ghost holy fuck!) nodded her head to his own grave. "Y-yeah...it's mine."

"It's beautiful... And well cleaned...They must've cared a lot, mister Jason."

He never thought about that. A well taken grave describes a caring family wouldn't it? (They do care! How is it still clean though?)

"Yeah...but uh...um...What's up with the..the baby?" Is the baby alive?

"Oh...Noone will take care of my baby boy... So.. I had to come back..."

She pushed back a few strands of black hair with tender eyes and the lightest touch. As if he where the most fragile crystle.

Jason could see himself in the child. All loved to the point his own mother would give up everything just for him. Except it was Bruce, it was Bruce that took him in and loved him. Standing beside his bed during nightmares when he cried and taking away the monsters. Sitting with Alfred, cooking together and exchanging stories.

(His family loved him. His family loves him.)

"Would you like to fly with me?"

Robin made me magic

He keeps wiping his face while she put the baby in a safer position. "We can have a brawl for fun after I put little Danny in his bed a-" she stopped mid scentence when looking at him

He sputtered. " Is something wrong?"

With fear in her eyes she floated, creating distance between both of them. She shaked her head in disbelief.

"You...you died..."

He took a step farther, not wanting to scare them away.

"But..b-but your... nononono why do you look like that?!"

He wanted to ask like what, but she disappeared before his eyes. (Did she know he wasn't safe? That he hurt his family?)

...

Beep

"Hey Jaylad, is the pit be-

"B-Bruce"

"Jason, what's wrong? Are yo- what happend?"

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, I'm sorry! Dad I'm sor-"

"I'm coming, hang in there."

"Little Wing what's wrong?"

"Todd, who hurt you? Who should I kill?"

"Jason, back ups close. Breath with me, alright!"

(His family loves him)

(The pits were silenced)

_______________________________________

In an alternative universe the Fenton are still driving around and setting up traps, unfortunately Jazz is the one who removes them and got caught.

Since jazz is the one that doesn't wear hazmats and dany is still a baby (she makes sure is far from their experiments with ectoplasm), she becomes a ghost who decides that she doesn't want Danny to get hurt and takes him somewhere near a lot of ectoplasm.

Gotham: sweet baby girl, little baby harley.

Let the drama begin.

Chapter 2

[bilehwit]

Hi, another ask kinda indirectly related to the Bilehwit AU

But what are some of your personal headcannons about the bishops, that may or may not be in this au but as a personal interpretation of their character?

+ Who's your fav Bishop(excluding Narinder for now) ?

Favourite has to be Kallamar - gay coward??? Me coded fr fr.

That being said, I somehow always write more about Shamura???

But headcanons!

Kallamar:

🐙My man has a skin tone for gold, and he lets it be known by wearing enough to be heard janglin' a mile away.

🐙He has never once in his life done that! (He has done it 1 billion times, but he must appear better than thou.)

🐙Scared of Shamura when they're not lucid.

🐙Once drunk Leshy under the table only to then get decimated by Heket.

🐙Many spouses, does not like sexual activity. In my eyes he's asexual but a hopeless romantic.

🐙Will stop whole processions to look at bacterial growths on the floor.

🐙East Asian - South Korean, modern day would be a K-Pop beauty influencer.

Leshy:

🌱 Is Chaotic, but not in a fun way, more in a "Oh my God 3 people are dead" way.

🌱Used to biting to show affection.

🌱Cries when he's angry.

🌱Wants Shamura to be proud (they are.)

🌱Turns spouses into Witnesses. Also doesnt know what a spouse is/is for.

🌱Is the most physically violent.

🌱Ate scraps of metal on a dare (digested with no problems.)

🌱Russian.

Heket:

🐸Hates mushrooms (shockingly).

🐸Bought a cowboy hat.

🐸Likes to garden and cook but hates washing up.

🐸Says shit like "four score and twelve moons ago" to piss off Kallamar.

🐸Likes writing on Papyrus.

🐸Egyptian and will complain about heat.

🐸Lesbiab. Lesbaen. WOMAN LIKER.

🐸Tells you to go fuck yourself if you compliment her looks.

Shamura:

🕷When lucid, talks about the good old days.

🕷Most crimes committed as a mortal.

🕷Writes nursery rhymes for their followers.

🕷Used to have dancing rituals to gather sin - now can barely twitch their legs to a beat.

🕷"Oh, thank you Leshy- sorry, Narinder." "I'm Kallamar." "That's what I said." - common occurrence even before.

🕷Wants a pet so so bad. Do not give them one.

🕷Attracted to people with long hair and excellent grammar.

🕷Once did a kickflip so bad they had to kill the elderly congregation watching them.

🕷Tanzanian and speaks swahili when angry.

Narinder:

🪦Likes to bite Kallamar ("I can't help it, cats love fish." "I AM NOT EVEN CLASSIFIED AS A FISH." "You could be.")

🪦Indian, but spent so long in Purgatory he can no longer handle flavourful foods. At least at the start.

🪦Didn't realise Bilehwit had an ACTUAL CRUSH on him and thought they were like. Just that devoted. Pious. That's why they never took a lover.

🪦Cat baths when no one looks - gotta look constantly refined.

🪦Uses his third eye to scare people, namely children.

🪦I Would Never pt, except he definitely is still doing it while you watch.

🪦Finds children hilarious (to torment).

🪦Best dancer, worst singer of the Bishops. Can play music very well though.

🪦First time in Bilehwit's tent, he paid no attention because they were arguing. Then snuck in later to actually see the place.

And that's all my headcanons!

[partyhardyontitanic]

this is a gush pass to ramble about your lastest old man (mud gaslight district) if you wanna, i think he's neat and like hearing your thoughts on him :3

welcome to a massive stream of consciousness and unorganised gushing. i have spent the day taking screencaps of mud and making a few gifs partially bc of this ask (if something has been commonly giffed by other users already ill just use those gifs)

will put my lovestruck rambles under the cut tho

hehe he sure is neat isn't he~

Mud endeared me to his character very quickly, mostly because his design was very familiar to me. I have an OC made out of Matt that bascially has that same design. as soon as i connected the cheekbones and big ass coat to said OC things were already kind of set in stone. one of the first pics i drew of Mud actually included the OC for a lil design comparison.

and as if that weren't enough, then he eats money. real fuckin spamton moment. i knew my fate was sealed right then and there

His sleight of hand tricks! So cute! So sleazy! And very impressive! I have like a big thing for cool hand things like that. Like for example i genuinely think juggling is cool as fuck and someone could probably geniunely seduce me by juggling in front of me. these kinds of coin flipping and hiding tricks are in a similar ballpark. i find them so impressive theyre kinda hot to me

hehe he sleeps in a freezer and regularly gets put in his place by ken. his pathetic side <3333333

and also also also the whole thing with paradise lost. not only is it so cute how nervous he gets with dilligence, but it's so interesting too!! What is his past with that place? Where did his clear discomfort with Dilligence come from? Why does he have a guard uniform beforehand? Why did Dilligence stare at his pussy like that? What's his deal with Joshua? What is it he won't ever forgive him for? i assume we will learn at least some of those things if the show gets funded and makes more episodes (and god do i hope that happens i wish i werent broke so i could support the show by buying merch. i want 20 mud figures)

just so i can hit the pic limit heres a compilation of some of my favourite screencaps of mud <3 observe his slimey sleazy cuteness

his sleaziest faces that just make me fan myself and giggle

moments where he just looks so done (bonus: i really love the simmering tension between mud and ken, i assume itll escalate over the course of the story and i cant wait to see where it may go. because theres aaaaaall these subtle hints, most notably the way he openly questions Ken's decisions)

i like characters that pick their nose <3 because i do that too so its like teehee <3 they wouldnt judge me <3

his scared and disturbed moments. real frightened boy. it is not THAT hard to freak him out apparently. especially his concern when ken kills temperance is so sweet to me. mud generally seems so empathetic, like when he mentions how he's going to miss jack (let me also point out his hands in several of these scared screencaps. i loooooove detailed hands with long "spider fingers")

his loser swag moments <3

oh but also his angery moments. i really love the bit where he yells out that angel storm announcement, both the voice and his facial expressions are so hot to me. he can yell at me a little <3 itll be hot <3

this face is just the best thing to me. it was at this moment that he knew, he fucked up

and to wrap things up, some fun poses that i loved

and this fuckin pose from this behind the scenes video. we shouldve gotten to see that in the episdoe itself, his crossed lil legs??? hello????? thats so fucking cute

allthough i gotta say my favourite thing about Mud is his noodly movements. like i absolutely appreciate the animation style gaslight district goes for and how it exaggerates pretty much every movement, i love that. but mud really cranks it up to eleven and moves like a cooked piece of spaghetti or perhaps a worm on a string

where are his bones? doesnt matter, i love this too much. there was no reason for him to do a flip over the car like that <333333333

honest to fucking god mud feels like a character designed in a lab for me and theres something so exciting yet also embarassing about that. yeah heres a sleazy yet easily frightened middle aged (for immortal standards) man. you could easily throw him against a wall and he would make a wet splat. have fun being normal about him

[ladylooch]

Your requests may be closed, and I most definitely respect that, but this is me begging for just a crumb of protective Nico because I need it more than I need oxygen. 🥺

A/N: I almost died eating a cheesy roll up from Taco Bell while writing this… And I came back from near death because I had to finish this for you 😘 No I am not dramatic at all, why do you ask?

You had gone to bed before Nico. He was out in the living room, watching a late west coast game between the Rangers and Kings. He had slept in late and took two naps, so sleep wasn’t coming for him anytime soon. Fine with you. You didn’t mind an empty bed when you knew he was in the other room. 

You fall asleep quickly, taking a bit of cold medicine to help you sleep after having a sinus infection earlier in the week. The medicine helps you slumber deep, but it also brings a very vivid dream that takes place in your bedroom, seemingly tonight. A man is in the corner. He’s lurking, waiting for you to shut the door so he can grab you. You try to yell to Nico, but the hand over your mouth muffles any attempt. 

“Make a sound and your boyfriend dies.” The man says as he throws you down on the bed and pulls out a knife. 

You jolt awake, sitting up and sucking in a gasping breath. You clutch your chest, trying to get your bearings straight. Everything still feels so real. You look around the room, cringing at all the shadows that cast out in oblong shapes to you. You close your eyes, trying to talk yourself down from your panic. When you open them, you swear there is movement to your left. You look fast, seeing the curtains blowing in the breeze from the ceiling fan. Everything in your body is screaming fight or flight.

The weak light from the TV barely reaches the end of the hall as you open the door. You tip toe down, wondering if maybe Nico had fallen asleep on the couch. When you round the corner, his brown eyes immediately find you. He lays on his back, feet crossed at the ankles, with his hands behind his head. You cling to the wall nervously.

“I’m scared.” You admit to him. He perks up to a sitting position, opening his arms to you.

“What’s up, sweets?”

“I had a bad dream.” You mutter into his neck, attaching to him like a baby sloth.

“Oh no.” He rubs his hands up and down your back to comfort you. “Wanna talk about it?”

“There was a guy here.” Your voice shakes. Nico pulls you tighter at the observance. 

“No one is here. Just me and you, baby.” He soothes immediately. 

“He was in the bedroom and he grabbed me. He said he was going to kill you if I made any noise.” You squeeze your eyes shut, fingerprints pressing deeper into his body. Nico sighs, bringing his face close to your hair to press kisses along your head.

“You’re okay.” He reminds you. “You’re safe here in my arms. Nothing is going to get to you through me.” His words are perfect. Nico always knows what to say. You pause right where you are for a moment, not speaking, only feeling the solidness of him beneath and around you. Nico notices your grip on him slacken a bit and pulls away so he can see your face. “Better?”

“Yeah.” You nod, taking a measured breath. “How much longer are you going to be up?”

“I can come to bed now if you want.”

“Yes, please.” He nods, clicking the TV off and helping you to your feet. You let him walk first into the bedroom. He immediately flips the light on and does his due diligence to look around the room, even behind the curtains that scared you when you first woke up. “Just me and you.” He reiterates. “Get under the covers.” He waits for you to do so, then turns the light off.

He climbs into bed and pulls you into his body so you are spooning. You fit together like interconnecting parts. With Nico’s protection, you fall back to sleep relatively easy. This time, you dream of you and him on a sandy, white beach, sipping margaritas and getting interesting tan lines.

[spicysix]

Lui, congrats on 400 followers! 🩵

For the celebration, if I may request: 📖 + stuck in an elevator + steve and fem!reader

thank you babe!!! hope you like this! 💖

join the celebration!

if it rises fast

“Oh, no. Not this again,” you complained as you felt that robotic hesitation as the elevator went up, as you heard its gears trying to work and not fully doing it.

It slowed down... slowed down... before stopping. Completely.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes.

“What’s going on?” The voice behind you startled you a little.

You forgot there was a guy with you, he was so quiet as the elevator rose the first few floors. You turned to face him, and got a little blown away by how beautiful he was. Like, magazine front page beautiful. Shiny hair carefully coiffed up, pretty peachy lips, a little mole or two that gave him an extra charm.

You got lost in the dude’s beauty for a little while.

His lips perked up a bit, as if he knew why you were staring at him for so long.

“Oh, uh. The elevator gets stuck sometimes. Such an old thing, y’know. Lots of complaints, and they haven’t updated it yet,” you finally answered, and his lips and eyebrows turned down into a frown.

“It’s happened before?” he questioned.

“Yeah. With me in it, two times already. I’ve heard it from five other neighbors too,” you said, remembering how much Ms. Durvall from sixth floor yelled when she complained about it. She gave you the creeps. “You’re new here? Or visiting?”

“Uh, new. Moved in with two friends, we just got to the city a week ago. We’re from a- what are you doing?” he stopped his life story when he saw you sitting down.

“I’ve pressed the help button,” you nodded to a little button pressed all the way in the control panel. “Don’t know what it does, maybe it calls the fireman? But, anyway, it’s gonna take some time. Maybe a few hours.”

“A FEW- Jesus, Robin’s gonna kill me,” he hid his face behind his hands, and you had to suppress a giggle at how adorable his whine sounded.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend will understand when she finds out you had no choice but to stay stuck in an elevator,”

“I’m not so sure, she’s terrified of elevators, told me to get the stairs. She’ll probably be all like, ‘oh, I told you so!’. Ah, and not my girlfriend. She’s actually dating our other roommate,” he said as he sat down too, pressed against the other metallic wall, facing you.

“What floor are you guys in?”

“Eight.”

“And she goes up the stairs every time?” You didn’t know whether to be scared or admired.

“Yeah. Got some killer calves,” he smiled. “We have a terrible history with getting stuck on elevators. I worked my ways through… well, a lot of therapy. Now I can ride them again after a few years, but she never got past it. I can understand why.”

He said it in such a way that you didn’t feel like prying. There was something else in that story, something he probably didn’t wanna talk about, so you didn’t ask.

“You guys from around here?” you asked instead. You were going to be stuck for a while there, it wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk and get to know your pretty new neighbor.

“No, actually, we’re all the way from Indiana. Small town,” he shrugged.

“Why San Francisco?” you asked, and he searched for something in your eyes, your face, before answering.

“It’s safer,” he answered only, again not giving you space to ask further. Maybe he didn’t find what he was looking for. “You’re from here?

“Born and raised, yeah.” You went quiet for a little while, trying to come up with something to talk about. Then, you noticed: “I don’t know your name yet.”

“I don’t know your name either.” He smirked. “I'm Steve.”

You introduced yourself and Steve asked more about you. You lost track of time talking to him, learning how charming he could be, but also really funny — in a bitchy way. He talked about Robin, his best friend and platonic soulmate, and their friend Nancy, who he used to date but now they’re great friends (you got the impression that Nancy was the other roommate that Robin was dating, but didn’t ask, not wanting to make him uncomfortable). He told you about two other friends of theirs who lived back in Sacramento, one who lived in LA, and a bunch of other younger friends who were scattered around the country all chasing their dreams. Talked about his work as a school counselor, how it took him some long years to figure out what he wanted to do professionally.

You told him about yourself too, answered everything he asked honestly and openly. Talked about your job, your own roommate, your other friends and family. Gave him tips on the best places to visit and shop in the city, ways for him and his roommates to contour the ‘new citizens’ weird phase. You talked about music, movies, books, food, your favorites and the ones you hated, anything you’d come up with.

He was sweet and charismatic, and always found new topics for you to talk about. He read you like a book, figuring you out in no time and swerving the conversations so easily. Flirted a lot too, which was great for your self-esteem.

He came closer at some point, sitting beside you, and then you faced each other more closely. And from that distance you could see every little detail in his pretty face, studied him with precision. You could look at him for however long, to be honest, and you wanted to memorize every tiny inch of what made him, him. The curves of his hair defying gravity, the scars on his forehead and nose, every little green spot in his hazel eyes. Count every and each one of his eyelashes, and get blinded by the way he smiled.

More than that, you could talk to him for however long, and you wanted to. Wanted to learn about all of his many friends, who he talked about with so much love in his voice, who all sounded like a big family to him. Wanted to learn the story with the elevator trauma, wanted him to trust you and open up to you, and wanted to do the same back with him.

It was weird to you, you’ve never felt this way before — so magnetically pulled to someone’s orbit. But Steve’s voice was like a Siren’s call, and there was a funny bubbling in your stomach that wanted and wanted and wanted him.

You never thought you’d be disappointed with the sounds of the elevator’s gears running again, and yet you hid a frown when the doors opened to show you a fireman, the building’s janitor and a tall, skinny girl with a strawberry blond bob pacing anxiously behind them.

“Steve! Oh, my god, Steve!” she said when she noticed you and Steve sitting on the floor, and she wasted no time getting past the other two men to throw herself at the one by your side. Robin, you figured. “You fucker, I told you to use the stairs!” you heard her saying, a little muffled from where her face was buried into Steve’s neck.

He looked at you over her shoulder and you smiled at the way he was right about her.

“I’m okay, Robs, I had good company. Didn’t even have time to get stressed,” he said, running his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture, his eyes still on you, his smile just for you.

Robin sat up and looked at you, and you introduced yourself and she did the same. She thanked you for being there for Steve, as if it hadn’t been a total random accident, but you were also happy that you’ve met him. More happy that you could say out loud.

You all got up from the floor, left the elevator, and you offered a day to throw them a welcome diner, you’d invite your roommate and they could call their other friends. Robin seemed excited, all big gestures and loud voice. You liked her.

Goodbyes were said, you were going back to your place — through the stairs this time, thankfully you lived on the second floor — and they were going grocery shopping. Robin walked to the front door of your building, but Steve stayed planted in front of you for a while as you looked at each other and you tried not to smile too wide.

“Can I take you out on a date?” he asked after a while, fingers twitching and you wondered if he wanted to touch you. You wanted him to touch you.

“First one in the city?” you teased and he huffed a laugh while running his hand through his hair.

“One of many with you, I hope. No one else caught my eye, if I’m being honest.” The man was straight forward. You felt you cheeks burning, couldn’t hold back the wide grin anymore.

“You’ve been here just a week, Steve,” you said, warned him almost, because you wanted so much with him, and you were afraid of were this could go if it went wrong.

“Meh, it took me a while and some bumps to the head, but now I’m pretty good at knowing what I want. Don’t gotta search for so long anymore.” His eyes were staring deep into yours, and you felt his hand coming to find yours to hold.

You bit your lip and his eyes traced the movement, and there was a butterfly party in your stomach.

“Someone told me there’s a great restaurant just at the end of the street,” he said, referencing one of the tips you gave him early.

You laughed. “Yeah, okay. Take me out on a date, Steve. Next Friday?”

“I’ll be counting the days.” He took a step closer, his thumb was tracing patterns on the back of your hand and your skin was tingling. “Can’t believe I’m glad to have gotten stuck on an elevator. Well, create good memories to overlap the bad ones, I guess.”

“I’m looking forward to create other memories with you,” you almost whispered, because being that open was scary, and the way you wanted him so much was scary, but he smiled at you again and it was blinding in the best way.

“Me too, honey. See you around,” he said, before pressing a kiss on your still burning cheek, and you could smell his scent of soap and fabric softener, hairspray and fancy cologne, and you had to hold yourself back not to get buried in his skin.

God, it was pathetic how far gone you already was.

He walked away still facing you, holding your hand until the very last possible second before letting go, and you could hear Robin laughing in the background but you only had eyes for him.

Yeah, you’d also be counting the days.