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i haven’t read the books caveat but somewhere inside me there’s an essay about how half white half asian people are like a safe spicy white diversity substitute like when an author want some diversity but is scared to write people of color generally they think half asians are more approachable for some reason which is [exhales loudly] but again i haven’t read the books so i won’t get into it. but just generally it’s a thing i have noticed and it’s like ,, como se dice . not great to me
hey!! Here’s a writing prompts for you: a human accidentally meets a sly, villainous vampire at a bar or club and the vampire messes with their mind (compulsion, hypnosis, or something else) to get their blood?
Hello! Thank you so much for the ask!
Someone entered the club, and Hannah felt it. The crowd got a bit quieter, as if someone had lowered the volume, and she turned to look—
A hand caught her chin, turning it back towards the bartender as its owner settled beside them.
“What’s a lovely thing like you doing in a place like this?” Their voice was smooth in an uncomfortable way, in scalpel precision and well oiled perfection.
The noise of the club slammed back into place.
She blinked, fingers cold around her glass.
“A night club?” Her voice felt rough, and she wasn’t sure why. The newcomer eyed her, and she was’t sure if it was appreciation or something a shade darker.
Her fingers began to ache around their glass. “As far as pickup lines go, that was spectacularly awful. Maybe start with your name next time.”
“Ezekiel”
Hannah looked over, and found Ezekiel grinning, mouth sharp like barbed wire.
“How biblical,” she murmured, and the bartender refilled their glass. Ezekiel simply watched, hands empty. The bartender didn’t offer to take their order. Ezekiel didn’t try to place one, either.
“You never answered my question.”
Hannah frowned, brow crinkling. “You mean your awful pickup line? I wasn’t aware that type of statement garnered a response. Or any type of favorable reaction, generally.”
Ezekiel simply smiled, and her heart jumped.
She sighed. “Enjoying a night out. Having fun. What does it look like?”
Ezekiel leaned closer, close enough that she could almost feel their breath against her ear, but not quite.
“It doesn’t look like fun,” they murmured. She stared into her glass.
“And this is your problem, how?”
She could feel them smiling.
“Pretty things shouldn’t be sad.”
She scoffed. “If you go away, I’ll give you enough money to buy a better book of pickup lines.”
This time, Ezekiel laughed.
“I don’t need help in that department, trust me,” they leaned against the bar, and took her drink from her. They sipped from it, too pretty and too sexual and too gorgeous, and smiled around the rim of it. “Do you think you aren’t pretty, Hannah?”
She jerked her head to look at them.
“I didn’t tell you my name,” she said, and it was entirely too close to a yelp. Her breath stuck in her throat like a rock, and she grabbed for her bag—
“It’s on your napkin,” Ezekiel soothed.
It wasn’t. She knew it wasn’t.
The air felt too hot, like she was drowning, and the lights looked the same but they were the wrong color.
Her napkin flickered when she looked at it, and her name was there.
Her heart slowed but her gut clenched.
“That wasn’t there,” she said shakily, and Ezekiel watched her with something that was a bit too hungry to be concern.
“Why would I lie?”
Hannah laughed, and it was panicked, and she stood up to leave.
“I think I should go—“ her eyes caught Ezekiel’s, and her temples twinged with pain, and she blinked, and she was sitting down.
“Are you alright, Hannah?”
The chair under her swiveled a bit, and she looked over at Ezekiel.
“Yeah, why?”
The bartender refilled her drink.
“You just seemed a bit panicked, is all.”
There was something close to amusement in Ezekiel’s eyes, so she laughed.
“Why would I be panicked?”
They grinned.
“Question of the year, love.”
She laughed again, and the world fritzed, like a bad signal television laying two images over one another, and snapped back to normal.
Her head hurt. The glass was too loud when she set it down.
“I think I’ve had enough to drink,” she said honestly, and it came out too loud. She put a stack of cash on the bar, and stood up.
“It was lovely to meet you—“ she caught Ezekiel’s eye, and she blinked, and she was sitting down.
They were laughing.
“What happened?” She asked, and her tongue felt numb, as if it were the wrong size for her mouth.
Ezekiel smiled, and for a moment, she was reminded of the big cats at the zoo, with that intelligent gleam of their eyes, the sharpness of their teeth.
She blinked and it was gone.
“Nothing, love.”
For some reason, the nickname made her warm, bubbly like champagne.
She laughed.
Ezekiel leaned forward, and she shivered.
“Why don’t we get out of here? It’s a bit loud.”
The noise was deafening.
She nodded.
“Yeah, let me just call a cab—“ she punched the numbers into her phone, glancing at Ezekiel, and when she looked back, her phone was gone.
Her head hurt, and something was wrong, horribly wrong.
“Where’s my—“
“I have it, love,” Ezekiel said. They tucked it into their pocket. “Come now, let’s go.”
She didn’t want to, and she didn’t know why she didn’t want to, but she opened her mouth to protest and found herself wrapping her arm in Ezekiel’s outside.
She jerked, but they didn’t let go.
“Alright there, love?”
“Let go of me,” she hissed, and they glanced down, amused.
“You’re very resistant to glamour, do you know that?”
Hannah grimaced, tugging at her arm.
“Let me go, or I’ll scream—“ she glanced out, because if they were by the club, then countless people would hear her scream. And somewhere among them would be someone who would help.
They weren’t outside the club. She had no idea where they were.
“What,” she breathed, and Ezekiel hummed.
“Resistant, but not immune,” they commented. They eyed her, examining her face, and tutted. “Still on the brink though.”
They turned to face her, keeping her arm clasped in their own.
“Hannah, love, I need you to do something for me,” her blood felt sluggish, and she wanted to start screaming, but her mouth wouldn’t move, and she was so so cold—
She nodded.
Ezekiel grinned, tilting her chin up, before placing his lips just below ear.
“Hannah darling,” he murmured, and her mind was a mass of colors and shapes and she was on the edge of being lost and she was scared and she didn’t want to let go and she wanted to go home. “Fall.”
She woke up in the ER.
This is a bit different....😳
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They can't hang us all.
a day in the life : d.d
brief summary: carly and erin follow you for one of their videos, living a day in your life as a hollywood actress who has recently been involved in the mcu. they see what your days are like, and how they compare to your downtime with david.
word count: 2.2k requested: yes, by an anon - i really love this idea so thank you doll! warnings: literally none
* masterlistin’
“Hey guys, so we’re currently on our way to start filming for today’s video.” Carly starts off, reaching for her Starbucks as Erin drives. “It’s actually nearly 6am and I am dying inside, but to be truthful to her day we gotta do this.”
Erin pulls up to a stoplight, glancing over to the camera with a dead look in her eyes. “If you haven’t read the title, we’re following around our good friend and brilliant actress Y/n today.” Erin claps before she begins to drive again, heading down the lane toward your house hidden away. “We can’t show you anything else yet until we’re in her house, cause privacy and all.” Erin explains and Carly lowers the camera.
As they arrive at your house, the pair walk in to be greeted by your dogs. “Babies!” Carly happily laughs as she sits down amongst your dogs, letting them climb all over her as you run down the stairs, camera in hand.
“Hey, guys.” You call out as you bring them into hugs. “I can see Dexter is happy.” You chuckle as Erin continues to film.
“And as you can see, Y/n is all ready for the gym, at 6am.” Erin heavily sighs, watching as you roll your eyes and step forward.
“It kills me inside too, guys.” You tell them as you whisper to the camera before wandering toward your kitchen. “Do you want a drink before we go?” You ask them as you sit in your kitchen, picking up a bottle of water.
“How about vodka?” Erin jokes, and you chuckle.
“Bottom drawer.” You motion before picking up your keys. “But if you’re driving, stick to water girl.” You say with a smile as you walk with a skip in your step, having looked forward to this day for weeks since it was arranged.
wrapped around you : p.p
brief summary: being trained your entire life away from society due to your abilities to control the earth and its elements. when you’re found by the avengers they welcome you with open arms, one in particular
word count: 1.2k requested: yes by the angel that is @saturngirlz - thank you doll for the idea! warnings: none that I’m aware of
oh yeah, i now have a *masterlist* so feel free to check out everything else I’ve written, including more of your friendly neighbourhood spiderman
Shivering a piece of heavy fabric was placed over your shoulders which you quickly shrugged off, glaring to the man who holds his hands up defensively. “I’m not going to hurt you, kid.” He states as he lowers his hands back down.
A series of people watch observingly from afar whilst you remain seated on the ground, a series of vines surrounding you defensively. “She alright?” Natasha turns to Steve who shrugs his shoulders.
“Kids been kept away training all her life, never truly known anyone besides the two people who trained her.” Steve explains as he watches you becoming consumed by roots growing through the floor, bringing comfort as you smile into their grip.
Bit different 😅