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THANK YOU SM FOR INCLUDING ME ON HERE!!! IM SO HONORED!!!

CAN U LIKE MAKE A TATTA FIC LIST OF ALL THE ONES UVE READ CAUSE I CANT FIND ANY AND I SEE U ON THE FEW I HAVE FOUNDS COMMENT SECTIONS

OF COURSE !! i’m so happy someone notices my comments omg,, this makes me so happy that you asked this !!

CREDIT TO ALLLLL THE WRITERS !! i love all of them so much and i can’t thank them enough for blessing us with beautiful writings that took lots of time to make<3

SFW

@poisonedprose

valentines day!

@poisonedprose

lost you

@poisonedprose

sweet like honey

@poisonedprose

goodbye is not the end

@surshica

BAD ROMANCE. <3

@surshica

BREAD SLICE !

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Tatta headcanons

@daechishiya

I missed you - Tatta x reader

@daechishiya

Partner - Tatta x reader

@boohbear19

Being Tatta’s Girl

@shunchitaro

Tatta x GN!Reader

NSFW

@aliceinborderlandsquidgame

AIB CHARACTERS REACTING TO S/O HAVING A WET DREAM

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NSFW Alphabet - Tatta Edition

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AIB characters react to a shy S/O during sex

@aliceinborderlandsquidgame

AIB BOYS REACTING TO A S/O WITH SENSITIVE NIPPLES DURING SEX

@skullpie

3:37 pm

@planetariumwriting

Daydreaming of you - Kodai Tatta (HC)

@dracoscum

lollipop - tatta k.

@nessinborderland

I Like It When You Cry

there are also some yandere stories for tatta !! one of my amazing friends wrote one,

@kxjbr

DON’T LEAVE ME. -Yandere! Kodai Tatta x GN! Reader

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"The characters survived because they had the will and determination to live! Tatta didn't!"

What an insult to Tatta's entire character and story arc, fuck you. Is this the face and speech of a man who had no will or determination to live????

Extremely insulting to say that Tatta didn't want to live. Tatta didn't drop out of school to earn money for his mother just for you all to say he had no will to live and I partly blame thw show for fucking up his backstory and making him seem so incompetent.

Literally one of the best story beats in the manga and all it has led to is people saying dumb shit to excuse the show's bad writing.

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GUYS I SWEAR I AM WORKING ON THE REQUESTS ILL POST THEM ONCE HELL WEEK IN OUR SCHOOL IS OVER

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happy new year pretty blush!!!! hope you got angpao❤️ can i request lil drabbles or headcanons of niragi and chishiya with some freak of an inventor and engineer crush? like she's constantly holed up in her lab making bots and explosives and guns and even makes them special little things like cutesy grenades that dont look like grenades ??

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

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an: belated happy new year to you too, anony! sadly i did not get angpao because it's me who's giving away angpao's now : ( for context, angpao's are those red envelopes filled with money. usually elders give those to their grandkids but since i'm an adult already i guess i don't qualify anymore. tragic i know. but hey i'm not that old!

ps. in general sense, reader here is a weapon engineer.

→ fem!reader

Chishiya:

• the conversations are to die for. call it an aphrodisiac but the flow of questions and responses are so smooth that the two of you wouldn't notice that time kept ticking. because that's how engrossed he is on learning about the latest news on weaponry and it's purposes. • when his co workers knew that he is dating an engineer, the immediate response he gets is "oh they're boring" but it's actually the opposite! • so much knowledge leaking! chishiya's getting ideas on how to craft weapons from various items if he finds himself in dire situations. • knows how much ambition you have for yourself and honestly he's rooting for your success. • admires your logical and calm nature. his rotating shift can be a hassle but he's thankful than you can understand him. to compensate for it, he'll ask you to come to his office to eat and catch up! • when the time comes and you're working on a project that disables you two from meeting up, chishiya will ask if there is anything he can help you with. you're not only bonding together but he's also helping you out! • having a hard time reviewing a complex topic or subject? no worries! he's helping you review by asking you questions and creating flash cards. • he has a bit of trouble figuring out the acronyms you use on him but in the later days, he's already memorized them as well. • nurtures and babies you when you fail or get a passable remark on your test.

Niragi:

• since the boy-girl ratio in an engineering class is askewed, he is hawk eyed every time he is in your campus. on the lookout for any guy that gets too friendly to you. • likes how you always have logical reasoning and thinking in various situations. as someone who doesn't use his logical, you two balance each other perfectly. • finds it hot when you lead him. it doesn't matter who wears the pants in the relationship. • unlike chishiya, niragi is accustomed to the acronyms. sometimes, you two even use it while talking. • "what time is your EOD?", "oh your weekend is TBD?", "i'm currently working on an MMOG" • is patient with you. he knows you deal with existential crises, so he hears out everything that you tell him. • just want to have movie and pizza for a date? he's totally okay with it! it may be a lowkey effort but since he's spending time with you, it's perfect already. • two smart people having the most sarcastic comebacks, witty one liners and dry sense of humor dating? yes. • he's "gravitionally" pulled by your knowledge. knowledge is sexy, right? • he is on his toes as you leave him with his curiosity. he needs it to be satiated by you.

TAGS: @retrospacealien @chishiya-of-diamonds @ang3liclov3ly @kenqki @shadowheads-shitshow @lunoxxy @supercoffeeblogs

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Since nobody is taking up your offer for tatta’s dating hc pt 2 spicy ver, I WILL!✋

I already posted it! Ig it didnt get much views because i marked it as mature.

HERES THE LINK ANON 😍 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

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send more chōta or tatta reqs 😍🙏

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OH MY GOD DO IT IF YOU DONT I WILL

Soooo i had one idea last night like imagine Alice in Borderland x Lacasa de papel x reader.

Im thinking to make it on Wattpad like a seria or something so please tell me what you think about that

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Condiment Frozen Yogurt

Chōta Segawa x Reader

!Warnings!: Language (like one swear word), some typos probably, You smoke in this, mention of rat carcasses.. thats all i think

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Working as an IT company worker in a 9:00-5:00 job was just painfully unfulfilling. You did nothing but sit through 5 hour meetings that you deemed irrelevant to you. If not, you'd hurt your ass from sitting on an office chair that was everything but comfortable.

Although, you couldn't complain about meetings when he was there.

Chōta Segawa. Your cubicle neighbor. Your sometimes break room seatmate. Your longtime crush, even though you've only had like 5 conversations.

---

Today, like any other work day-- was uneventful so far. You woke up (you had thought about skipping work, but as tempting as that sounded, you wouldnt have anything better to do anyway), brushed your teeth, showered, ate breakfast, and you were on your way.

Now, you were sitting in your cubicle, playing solaire on your computer. You were about to win, not until your co-worker announced that there was an impromptu meeting.

Oh. My. God.

You groaned to yourself, not in the mood for another one of those impromptu meetings that would end up in you and your co-workers would have to overtime for.

Maybe skipping work wasnt so bad after all.

---

Once you knew that the others were in the meeting room, you bolted to the empty hallways to get the hell out of there.

It was quiet, the only sound you could hear was your breathing and the light clacking of your office heels. You kinda liked it. You were lost in your own little bubble of peace when you didn't notice you were about to bump into someone, and that someone was the one and only. Chōta.

Your eyes lightly widened, and so did his. You both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, before you ran to the stairs, scared that he'd tell on you, unaware of the fact that he was walking in the hallways for the same reason as you.

It only boosted your fear when you saw that he was chasing you. You thanked the gods that you had longer legs than him.

Your legs couldnt take much more, especially when you were wearing those goddamn heels you despised so much, so you stopped in a nearby alley, were you took out your half empty cigarette box and your hello kitty lighter, and lighted up a long needed cigarette.

You closed your eyes in satisfaction as the smoke entered your lungs. You smiled in satisfaction. You hadn't had a smoke in a week.

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Chōta spent what felt like hours trying to find you. He assumed that you were skipping the meeting, like he was, but before he got the chance to ask if you wanted to spend your "break" with him, you made a run for it.

He didn't know why, but he chased after you, as if you were connected by a string, and he was afraid he'd get dragged on the floor if he didn't follow you.

Since you weren't anywhere inside the building, he assumed you where outside. He was right, and the corners of his mouth almost reached to his ears.

He finally had the courage to talk to you and ask you out-- well, who wouldn't after you've had to endure endless teasing from your friends about a girl you like at your work.

---

You were-- again, lost in your own little world; you didn't notice that the sole person you had been running away from was 5 steps away from you

Your fight or flight reflex was awakened again when he tapped your shoulder, you almost went in to punch him.

Good thing you didn't; you saw his pretty face before you could possibly break his nose.

"Jesus-- you fucking scared me, Chōta " you chuckle lightly, putting the base of your palm in the hand that was holding your cigarette on your forehead.

His laughter, although you could sense it was nervous-- sounded melodious to your ears.

"Well- um- sorry for possibly freaking you out by chasing you, but i just wanted to ask if you maybe would like to hang out with me?"

Your eyebrows nearly was raised to your hairline. Those words were the last thing you expected to hear from him. You were surprised he had made a first move. You had a crush on him, but you weren't ignorant to the rumors that he was a virgin. Nonetheless, you said yes.

A peaceful silence went over the two of you. You liked it, basking in eachother's presence.

Unfortunately, you couldnt stay in the alleyway where there were probably rotting carcasses of rats, so you broke the precious silence.

"So, want to get some frozen yogurt? I heard this new place opened just this month." You turn to look at him, to see him looking back at you with a slight sparkle to his eyes.

"Of course! I heard they have condiment toppings! I have been dying to try them, but my friends seemed to disagree with the idea everytime i brought it-" He cut himself off. "You probably dont want to hear me gush about unusual frozen yogurt combinations.." He says, looking down, his palm rubbing against his nape.

"No no no, continue! Besides, I could use a little unusual in my boring life." You grin at him. You didn't know it was possible, but your smile got wider when you saw his eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

You let your cigarette fall to the ground before stomping on it. You offer you hand to him before saying "Shall we? I'm a little too curious for mustard frozen yogurt."

He eagerly takes your hand before dragging you out of the alley.

Who knew skipping a meeting could be this fun?

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Can I request for chota x reader

Where chota and reader are co-workers and y'all both hate work and you guys skipped a meeting together

COMING SOONNNN

bonus: a small preview 🫣🫣🫣

update: HERE IT ISSSSSSS

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part 2 for dating hcs for tatta PLEEK🙏🏻

your wish is my command, dear anon 😏😍

warning: nsfw,, minors dni, literally the rest of my content is pg 13

ALR LETS GET STARTED PEEPS 😍😍

- tatta is a sub

- LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN HIM??

- if he isnt a sub he's a switch at most

- he is so whiny

- he begs

- he'll only be a brat if hes sexually frustrated

- which is rare because you always cave into him

- because of his pretty doe begging eyes

- this is self indulgent if you didn't notice

- when he has bad days, he wants nothing but you

- he'll take anything you give him

- even if he's on top

- he will listen to anything you say

- he'll stop if you say stop, he'll go faster if you ask him too

-also, he is very good with his hands 😍

- because i am so nice i will give y'all a list of his kinks

• overstim [recieving]

• light choking [recieving]

• idk what its called but he has a thing for running makeup because he thinks its so hot that he caused that

voice kink

• SENSORY DEPRIVATION

• COWGIRL POSITION

• Miss kink

• he says he hates it but he actually loves edging

• hes not against being handcuffed to the headboard so ig light bondage?

• PRAISE KINK

- take my phone away jesus christ

- anw

- ofc you'd give him the best aftercare

- bcs if you dont i will hit you with a chair

- sometimes tatta doesnt want aftercare bcs he only wants to lay his head on your chest

- but you insist

- he pouts the whole time

- when you're done he will hold you tight and you wouldn't be able to move until he moves or until he wakes up

BONUS: it's 6.5 inches when flaccid, however.. its a flat 7 inches when hes hard

thats all, thank you for coming to my ted talk

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i am tempted to write something for aib where reader is facing possible impending doom because of a fatal injury and reader is just so fucking unserious..

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could you please do dating hcs for tatta? hes so underrated 🫣🫣

RIGHT??? TATTA DESERVED SM BETTER AND I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL. anw thank you anon for being my first ask for tatta 🥰

- tatta as a boyfriend is so cute - this boy is very gentle - he's very afraid that if he made one wrong move you'd break up with him - so give him lots of reassurance - but when the tables are turned, he'd give you as much reassurance as you give him - he is very affectionate; will not hesitate to hug you when you ask for it - speaking of affection - he likes cuddles (duh) - he is the little spoon, and is proud of it - being the little spoon makes him feel safe - but when you really need it, he'll be the big spoon - he'll do anything for you tbh - okay time for the jealousy stuff - when hes jealous he probably wont voice it, but he'll be extra clingy - extra kisses on your neck, extra clinging to your arm, etc. - but when you're jealous, - he immediately stops talking to the person thats making you feel that way - like i said he'd do anything for you - he goes to you and you probably make out in a public bathroom - now for the dates - he doesnt have much money for extravagant stuff, and hed profusely apologize - and you'd also profusely say that its okay and he doesn't have to apologize for it - you say that being with him is more than enough - this man blushes hard - thats all i think - thats all i can write i'm very sorry 😭

IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD IM VERY RUSTY 😭 also, part two for spicy stuff??

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hello aib peeps, turns out im writing for aib now.. any requests?

characters i write for:

kodai tatta (my bbg)

shuntarō chishiya (although it might be a little ooc 😭)

yuzuha usagi

daikichi karube

segawa chota (also my bbg)

i will NOT write for niragi as i am uncomfortable writing abuse scenarios

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Reblog and put in the tags the weirdest holiday gift you got from someone.

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WHAT LOVE DID THEN, LOVE DOES NOW [r.l]

“What love did then, love does now: gnaws me through.” — ‘dialogue between ghost and priest’, sylvia plath

pairing. rowan laslow x vampire!reader

warnings. swearing, mention of blood + death, spoilers for wednesday s1

summary. after you find rowan bleeding out in the woods, you have no choice but to turn him. 

word count. 2.3k

i. 

You’re picking a piece of grass off your shirt and begrudgingly picking up the cotton candy you dropped on the floor, when you smell something. 

It’s sweet as syrup, rich like chocolate and absolutely delectable. You haven’t smelt this much of this thing in a long time; at least not for the last two and a half centuries or so. 

It’s blood. And a lot of it. From the sweet taste on your tongue, you know it’s human. 

If it was this much blood, and from a human… it dawned on you that someone had probably died, one of the other Fangs had drank for too long — or both. If it's both, you thought, fang digging nervously into your bottom lip, the normies might burn you all to a crisp in the morning. 

You began to run towards the smell. 

The origin of the blood is far, much deeper into the forest than where you’d begun running — just near the popcorn booth at the Harvest — and when you finally skirted to a stop, leaving a trail of dust behind you, you couldn’t see the familiar festival lights anymore. 

“Hello?” You called out, cupping a hand around the side of your mouth to maximize the volume. “It’s [Name] [Last Name]! You know me!” You said, edging closer to the scent. “You don’t have to be scared! I can help you!” 

If one of your fellow vampires had accidentally killed a normie, they’d be skittish, prone to escaping. You didn’t want to frighten them. 

Finally, you appeared from behind the multitude of trees crowding you, and stumbled into a clearing. 

However, instead of seeing a scared vampire and a dead or unconscious normie like you thought, there lay an unidentifiable mass, bloody and twitching. It was on its stomach, limbs flayed out in various positions. Blood gurgled all around the body’s middle half, quickly oozing out. 

The smell was so sickly, so saccharine and cherry, it didn’t smell good anymore. It felt almost diabetic. Nauseating, even.

However bloody, however sweet, it didn’t matter. The corpse felt like nothing more than a cruelly murdered slab of meat.

The sight of the corpse made all the hairs on your body stand up. You barely withheld a scream. It begged to tear out of your throat, terror thrumming through your bones. Instead, you held your breath, leaning down near the corpse, and lifted it onto its back. 

Still with his familiar glasses — now cracked and tangled in his hair — lay Rowan Laslow, lips turning blue. His face, barely identifiable, was covered in long scratches, one particularly long one stretching from his right cheek down, disappearing into his shirt. 

His stomach was positively destroyed. It was what could only be described as a large tangled mess of various organs and escaping blood, because although he had been a telekinetic, he had still been mortal. 

You willed yourself not to shriek; not to run away. 

Firstly, you checked for a heartbeat. 

Your cold fingers found Rowan’s limp wrist — which had begun to freeze similar to yours, except he wasn’t going to heal — and you wrapped them around. 

After a second: a faint heartbeat pulled through. But it was ragged, dragging along like feet on the sidewalk, almost inaudible and entirely weak. 

Just barely - just barely he was alive. But you couldn’t even begin to know how to save him. 

Atleast, not in the typical way. Not in the human, medical definition of saving someone. You only knew one way you could save someone with this severe of wounds. 

You knew you’d have to turn him. 

The mere thought rendered you still. You sat frozen, fingers still curled around his skinny wrist, mind whirling. 

You couldn’t turn him, you couldn’t - you couldn’t subject a human to the life you’d been born into. To top it all off, vampires hadn’t turned people in centuries. Most of you hadn't even dranken blood in the last three centuries of your life.

You couldn’t do that. 

Suddenly, Rowan’s hand gripped your own, fleeting strength pouring into the desperate way his nails dug into your dead flesh. 

“…Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse, “please … help… help me…” He cried out in pain, his tone the definition of misery. His shrieking ended with weak, sniffling tears.

It felt as though lightning had shot through your brain. What were you doing, sitting beside a dying man and thinking about how you couldn’t handle him dying? 

In one fell swoop, you lifted him up onto your lap, pushed aside his mussed hair, and positioned your fangs along the crook of his bloodstained neck. 

Then, you bit. 

And you felt your teeth sink into his flesh, carefully, slowly, the tips of chiseled bone curling into his frail, thin skin. His shallow breathing quickened, and when your bottom fangs bit him parallel on the other side of his neck, he whimpered. 

You grimaced, tasting his bloodstained skin on your lips, and you held your bite there. You let your saliva enter his blood stream, waiting long enough until you were certain you had infected him.

Then, you pulled back, and watched as his body began to repair itself. First, your bite wound on the left side of his neck let one rivulet of blood slip out, before it went through every stage of healing tenfold fast: fresh wound, scab, pink scar, then two dark brown dots artfully positioned were all that were left. It looked like he had merely gotten a tattoo.

After that, came the big stuff: the monstrous scratches on his face healed in mere moments, leaving behind barely visible scar stripes; his organs untangled themself, pulled back into his stomach and were put together like a puzzle; his abdomen grew muscle and flesh and skin, stitching itself together until he was complete, again. Several patchwork scars ran horizontally down his stomach — where… whatever had killed him, had attacked. 

Soon enough Rowan was completely whole, barely scarred with regular breathing.

You tentatively picked out a shard of glass out of his hair — from his decimated glasses — and the energy in your body escaped you. Your shoulders slumped, and came to your feet, carefully hoisting Rowan onto your shoulder. 

Despite now being a vampire himself, his weight still amounted to nothing. Soberly, that mere fact made you remember how you’d just turned him. 

You had just turned him; one of the mortals you saw be born and grow up and die in a matter of decades that felt like minutes to you; a human being. 

You felt like you could throw up. Instead, you traveled through the shadows back to Nevermore. 

-

He’s gasping, gasping like he’d been drowned. Then he’s coughing, a worrying mix of asphyxiate and dry throat, so you hand him a glass. 

Without looking, he downs it, expression softening with relief, the sweet liquid satiating his senses. 

However, when pulls the glass away from his lips, he lets out an ear-striking scream. 

Rowan drops the glass. And it explodes on your dorm floor, thick, cherry coloured blood splattering beneath your feet. Blood slips off his lip, onto his shirt, and you can see the blood climbing the cracks of his teeth as he shrieks. 

You press one hand to his mouth, silencing him, and your other hand reaches up to your own, a single finger in the middle of your lips. 

“Shh!” You say, and his eyes go even wider. Buggishly so. You gesture around the room: it’s your dorm in Karnstein Hall, a place he is very obviously not allowed to be. Thank god your roommate graduated last semester on early admission to university. 

Rowan’s eyes follow your hand, circling around the room. After a moment, he calmed completely, lying lifeless and faint like you’d sedated him. 

Relieved, you pulled your hand back, and leaned back in your plastic desk chair, sighing. “Do you remember what happened?” You said hesitantly, watching Rowan blankly stare at his hands. 

There came no response. Instead, Rowan suddenly jumped up from his place on your bed, tripped over the sheets and scrambled for the door, voice calling out for help like an animal’s dying cry. 

As quickly as Rowan had jumped up, your left leg made an aim for his abdomen, sending him rolling across your dorm floor. His back hit the wall with a light thump, and your hand balled up the fabric on the back of his blood stained t-shirt. You lifted him up by the scruff, bringing him to eye level. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you what happened. You almost died. Do you not remember the Harvest Festival? The forest,” You say, boring your eyes into his own. 

Still there was no response, but when he went limp, fighting spirit quickly escaping him, you set him down on his feet. 

Then, his eyebrows shot up, climbing higher when he hastily pulled up his shirt — revealing nothing but bare, pale skin, and completely intact flesh. 

“But— I thought I—“ Rowan stuttered over himself, an alarmed expression tugging at his delicate features. 

“I saved you,” You said in a mumble. His expression turned immediately curious, as well as awed and thankful, but you felt anything but deserving.

“I saved you, Rowan, and you’re not going to like it.” Prepared for this, you snatched the cheap handheld mirror off your desk and lifted it up at him. 

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could say, shamefully looking at your feet. 

His face paled, even moreso than it had been before he’d turned and after he’d died, and he looked ready to faint. 

There was nothing in the mirror. Absolutely nothing.

He couldn’t see his reflection, and he certainly couldn’t see the scars casing his entire being. Before, he had looked flimsy and demure; now he looked positively ruined. 

“You turned me?” He said, tone a mixture of disbelief, despair and ire. It all culminated in his familiar shaky whisper. His face however, was desperate; a certain melancholy mirrored in his eyes, a direct opposition to how his voice wavered.

“You almost died,” You repeated, leaning closer to him. “I found you choking on your own blood for fucks sake.” 

Your fingers found themselves on Rowan’s neck, and he flinched, before squeezing his eyes shut gingerly as you traced the bite wound you’d made just the night before. “I’m sorry.” You said again, avoiding Rowan’s eyes. 

“But it was either this,” You said, finally looking up at him, “or getting hoisted six-feet into the grave.”

At the mention of ‘six feet’, something dawned on Rowan. “Something — something attacked me that night.” He climbed onto the edge of your day bed, contemplating. 

“What?” You said, brows twisting together. “Attacked you? In — in Jericho? Do not tell me it was a bear, Rowan, you are a telek—“

Skillfully, his powers pushed you back, a frown on his face. Without knowing the new extent of his powers, he threw you against the wall — which he had never been able to do to Vampires, at least not while he was still alive — and the both of you were rendered speechless.

He paused, mouth hanging open. You rolled around  on the floor for a moment, recollecting your dizzy vision. “Same powers. New limits, Rowan. You’re a vampire.” Was all you said. 

“I…” Rowan’s mouth opened and closed, “I — it — it wasn’t a - it wasn’t a bear, okay?” he decided on saying instead. “It was - I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t so simple as an animal.”

You bit your lip, and sat up from the floor. “You’re right. No bear does what it did to you last night,” You said, painfully remembering the image of Rowan’s destroyed abdomen and clawed out face. 

Rowan flopped completely flat on your mattress. “Besides… that thing, Wednesday Addams was there. She — I,” he sighed looking suddenly ashamed, “I tried to kill her, and she was trying to tell me I was in danger. She was talking about the thing that attacked me and I…”

“Back up,” You said, incredulously, “you tried to kill her?”

He grimaced. “Not my brightest moment. My mother, she… she was a seer — a powerful one at that — and she drew a picture, thirty years ago, of Nevermore destroyed. Wednesday was in that picture — as well as Crackstone, for whatever reason — and I just… went ballistic.” 

You pressed two fingers between your eyes. “Okay. Okay, you had your reasons. Totally fucked up ones nevertheless, but still, reasons.” 

“She thinks I’m dead.” He said numbly. 

You shook your head. “We can deal with that stuff later. Right now,” You said, getting up, “We need to explain away all of this.” You gestured to his bite and being in your room in Karnstein Hall.

“Not the truth?” Rowan said hesitantly, slipping off your daybed. 

“Gods no, Rowan. At least not for now.” You bit your lip, tapping your feet. “I know, and you know, that Weems isn’t going to do anything about… whatever that that thing was, even if we did tell her.”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, before nodding. “Alright then. You got any bright ideas?”

“I have something in mind,” You said, hesitant, “but you’re not going to like it. I mean, you’re really gonna fucking hate it.” 

Rowan rolled his eyes, “Shoot. You already fucking turned me, what’s the worse it can get?”

-

Turns out, it gets worse. 

You sat positioned extremely close to Rowan, hands dancing suggestively across his thigh, face inching closer to his. “We want to spend eternity together,” you said, a toothy smile stretching across your face. 

“Right, sweetheart?” You said, winking at Rowan. 

Extremely perturbed and trying harder not to show it, Rowan smiled tightly. “Of course, my love.”

“So… you turned him?” Weems said, incredulous.

“He asked first,” You said with a shrug. 

“I asked first.” Rowan conceded painfully, grimacing so much he hoped Weems thought it might be his disgusting, lovely joy. 

Weems' right eye twitched, and Rowan shared the sentiment. 

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Not too sure if you’re still taking requests but can we get more love for an Eddie x Filipina! Reader. It’s super nice having some representation (especially with your OC series)!!!

a/n: I acc am still taking reqs !! most of them are in my drafts tho bc I haven’t finished them hehe whoops

Eddie Munson w a Filipina!gf headcanons

ok first of all he would be so interested to learn about you and your culture, he just wants to know everything abt you really and since your culture is a big part of your identity he wants to learn more

i personally hc that eddie is like not a picky eater at all this man will eat anything,,, that being said he ADORES sinigang and (surprisingly) dinuguan

even when u tell him it’s basically a dish made of uhhh chicken/pork blood,,, he just blinks while he processes that info and then shrugs

“idc what it’s made of, if it tastes good it tastes good—also how fucking metal is that????”

when u guys start dating u explain to him the courtship process back in the Philippines

his eyebrows raise when he learns about harana (basically serenading someone)

literally shows up at your window under the dark of night w his guitar and sings and plays for u

learns all your favorite OPM songs on the guitar too :”D

ok we all know that eddie has this whole ‘tough metalhead dude’ look in spite of him being a total nerd so ur parents are a little apprehensive

but then when they hear him play for you outside your window and see how absolutely lovesick you are for him they just let it slide

also as they get to know him more and see how devoted he is to you they’d be like ok thumbs up bery gud

your mom will probably adore him bc he constantly asks for seconds whenever you guys have dinner at your place and it warms her heart that he appreciates her cooking so much

TEACHING EDDIE HOW TO SWEAR IN FILIPINO

“okay so one of the more popular swear words is ‘putangina mo’.”

“what does that mean?”

“it literally translates to ‘your mother is whore’ but—“

“holy shit???? that’s so mean tho I don’t wanna say that abt anyone’s mom :((“

“baby it’s ok sometimes it’s taken out of that context and usually just means fuck you.”

“yeah but still >:/“

when u teach him how to say yawa,,, or like hayop ka he uses that every time someone messes w him and they just stare at him like,,, what did u just say while ur cheering for him on the sidelines like “U TELL EM BABE”

always there to help u translate words when u forget the English translation, but like not in the he’s like an English Filipino dictionary tbh it’s more like charades.

“eds can you pass me the um… wait what’s that called again??”

“ooo act it out act it out!”

after a few minutes of charades and random hand gestures a lightbulb goes off in his head “OH U MEAN THIS—“

while he learns a lot of words from u he asks ur mom about words of endearment and then surprises u one day while giving you a hug like “hello mahal, did you eat yet?”

calls you super cute nicknames like “mahal”, “sinta”, “palangga”,

sometimes he calls you by food names which sounds weird but is actually kinda sweet such as “my little siopao” or “my sweet ensaymada”

one time he called u his cute little adobo flake and you swore you’d pass out from laughter right then and there

slowly picks up on your mannerisms, like whenever he needs to point something out he purses his lips to point at it instead of his finger

LOVES LOVES LOVES when you tell him abt Filipino creatures !!!

absolutely obsessed with the idea of the manananggal (a creature who takes the form of a woman by day then by night she separates from her torso and sprouts bat wings to feast on people) because he thinks it’s honestly so cool how there are so many different fantastical creatures around the world.

“so say I wanted to kill one, how would I do that?” “you sprinkle chili, salt, vinegar, and garlic into its lower half”

he paused for a minute.

“isn’t that basically the blend of vinegar you have in your kitchen?”

SLOW DANCES WITH YOU TO PANALANGIN BY APO HIKING SOCIETY

he honestly just loves you so much with all his heart and being, and admires how passionately you talk about your culture and history. sometimes he goes out of his way to make things/buy you things that remind you of home.