#anyway brands aren't your friend they don't give a shit about you

[eccentriccryptid]

Being in business school is so fucking wild, I'm starting my last semester and so we're doing intro posts(as you do) and we have to give an anecdote about how we are as a consumer and so many people are talking about how loyal they are to brands? I just want to scream brands are not your friend!! Like I get sticking with something if it works for you but I'd never say I'm loyal to a brand that's so wild to me idk.

[gas-station-trackphone]

ftm trans Eddie Munson gets turned into a chew toy for hell bats and rescued in the 11th hour by his friends who don't know he's trans, who have to run some triage first aid and can hardly make sense of the blood and gore that used to be his body as they cut off his shirt and pants to get access to the worst of the wounds, who definitely aren't in their right minds well enough anyway to think of anything other than stopping the bleeding and getting him to a hospital, which they do, and miraculously Eddie finds himself blinking awake in a bright, fluorescent room feeling exactly like he imagines a chew toy for hell bats would feel in the aftermath which is to say: like shit. Even more miraculously, he finds hometown hero Steve Harrington posted up at his bedside with greasy hair (!!! Eddie never thought he'd see the day) and bags under his eyes.

The overwhelming relief on Steve's face when he sees Eddie is awake is touching, the misty eyes and cracking voice when he says god, i thought you were toast, man are downright flattering and, let's face it, giving Eddie all the wrong ideas that he figures he has an I-almost-died pass for at the moment so he rocks with it, let's himself indulge in the fantasy for a moment. Then, gradually, Steve's relief becomes more and more obviously some brand of deeply felt pity (or sympathy, but Eddie's never been good at distinguishing the two), which bursts his bubble enough to call him out.

"I know I look like what comes out the business end of a meat grinder, but I swear I'm good, dude. They definitely have me on the good shit, I hardly feel it. I'll be good as new in no time." Big fat fucking lie, by the way, but he'll say whatever if it gets that wounded puppy look out of Harrington's eyes.

"I...yeah, Eddie, I'm glad." And whatever it is he doesn't want to say, whatever is putting that you poor motherfucker look on his face, he's absolutely the opposite of subtle about it.

Eddie can hear the manifestation of his panic on the heart monitor.

"What? What is it? Is everyone- is Dustin-?" He can't say it, can't even think it, would rather be slowly torn to shreds all over again than know he failed at his one fucking task to keep the kid safe.

"No! I mean, yes, he's fine, they're all fine. Henderson's got a broken ankle and both of Max's arms are broken but the docs say they'll be fine in a few months with physical therapy."

The release of tension in Eddie's body hurts almost as much as the relief soothes him. "Okay then, what the fuck are you not telling me? It's fine, I'm a big boy, Harrington, I can take it."

He sighs, looking sick with it. "Eds...I don't know how to tell you this."

Oh god, what the fuck. Eddie's right back to freaking out because Steve looks inexplicably guilty, pained in the face like he's about to deliver the worst news he could imagine but if everyone's fine then-

"It's your dick, man. It's- it's gone. The bats-"

And Eddie laughs so hard he tears about a dozen stitches, immediately stops laughing, and throws up over the side of the bed and thankfully not all over his freshly reopened wounds as Steve shouts for help.

Eventually, when he's all stitched up again and barely hanging on to his hard earned lesson to not literally bust his gut laughing about the look on Steve's face (he has to force himself not to tell Wayne the specifics of how he ended up back in the OR, because he's absolutely gonna crack up and Eddie will definitely be unable to help himself from laughing with him), he realizes he's going to come out to all his friends in the very near future because holy shit, he has to tell everyone about Steve's utterly devastated expression at the news of Eddie's Ken doll-ification by way of demobat.

[lurkofyourlife]

Pssss pssss pssss talk about your ocs? Pssss pssss pssss

-peachesandgore 🍑

WELL.

SINCE YOU ASKED SO NICELY.

@peaches-and-gore

(i'll be honest, so many of my ocs are from fics or rp and i don't want to drag my friends that aren't aware of my brand spankin new nsfw blog into this without their permission, so it's all gonna be under a readmore and i'll try to be vague about friends' characters lol)

OK SO ANYWAY. My main girl i keep thinking about, thanks to this blog, is my dbd final girl oc Sam, because she's just *chefs kiss* my favorite sad girl/mad girl, i stick her in so many aus, i give her so much trauma, ugh i love her!

(i can't draw, but have gotten commissions and picrews, so have a few of those)

(TW SUICIDE, ASSAULT, SELF HARM, below the pics)

She's a suicidal depresso teen all grown up (ranging in age depending on the au, from 18 to 24, but primary dbd verse she's just shy of 21). In universes without supernatural shit, she's attempted suicide a few times and never fully succeeded (but has tattoos to commemorate her attempts, including dates). In universes WITH supernatural shit, there's maybe a *reason* she can't die (she started as a character made for a rp where she was supposed to be the embodiment of the mythical phoenix).

In the Dead By Daylight universe, she got to the Fog by killing herself (her choker covers a scar across her throat, and she usually wears long sleeves or sweatbands to cover scars up her wrists), and one of her abilities is literally rebirth on bleeding out. Basically, I wanted a character who wants to die but isn't being allowed the peace of death. It's all about resilience, baby, it's all about catharsis and the purging of emotion through anger and pain and sex ok sometimes also sex.

Her main fic she's paired with Legion (Frank) and it's literally the source of my unfortunate puppy kink (he calls her puppy to be an asshole; she hates it; I love that for her). I got to write the intimacy of murder and I fuckin loved it. And then I made a rp blog, and she got to have soooo many other fun interactions and flirtations and fucked up ships (it's not snuff if they come back, okay, it's just a little murder in a universe with impermanent death), including an EXTENDED RELATIONSHIP ARC of hundreds of pages with a friend's ghostface muse [henceforth murder bf]— and then we did a ton of aus with those muses, including a college au before she became quite so jaded (so pre-institutionalization), and a couple different 'yoinked and chained up in a basement' aus that i adore, and a purge au where murder bf stages someone to come assault her so he can look like a hero for killing the guy and then offer her a place in his bunker for the night, and—

MY FAVORITE au, that I swear I'll turn into a novel some day, where they're both shapeshifters and we created an entire societal thing where shifters make up like some fraction of a percent of the population and there's a lot of fucked up oppression and societal discrimination and Sam is basically the most complicit-in-her-own-oppression self-hating werefox, who ran away after biting a guy who was harassing her, and ends up going lowkey feral and collapsing and needing to get nursed back to health by murder bf who's a human-hating lone wolf (literally) with anarchist/terrorist aims when it comes to humans, and the goal is for them to temper each other a bit (tho still end up more toward his side of center tbh)—

Okay look. I could talk about all of the shit I've put Sammy through. I love her. She's my baby, I want to see her suffer, I want to see her put through so much pain only to come out the other side, I just love her so much. And I probably love her too much to make sense about her, tbh. 😅 I will happily send links to the dbd fic (unfinished, whoops, I'm bad at finishing things) in DMs if anyone is interested, but don't really want to link it now cause I'm trying to keep accounts separate for the time being lol. It does include a knifeplay scene that becomes an assisted suicide, in a weirdly feelsy manner. I made these memes for it.

But as someone who is incredibly proud of my own writing, I'm just gonna... just gonna drop an excerpt from a fave scene... [proceeds to copy two full pages of text and realize that may be too long] fuck it, screenshots (for context: murder bf had her stab through her hand - he helped her by putting her on his lap and helping hold the knife - and the pain broke through her usual stony exterior to hit that agony inside):

I mean that's just one. I also have some fun stuff where she's pissed off 'Spiteful Sam' and is just a ball of fucking fury, a self destructive mess that is willing to hurt herself just to hurt others. Oh, here's a good example of her getting angry! For context: months later, once murder bf and Sam are officially a thing, she's even living with him in the Fog and everything, a friend and I arranged for her to get kidnapped by a rival ghostface killer, tortured to taunt her ghostface bf, and the rival ended up gouging out her eyes and collaring her before killing her so when she respawned she hadn't gotten the eyes back and is still locked in a collar. So yeah, she's stuck eyeless and frustrated because she wants to fight with her bf to kill some of that anger, and he was being too nice.

OKAY. OKAY.

NO MORE SAM.

(for now)

OTHER OCS!

I've been writing a supernatural action/drama/romance where I have a vamp boy oc who got exiled by his coven and they filed his fangs down, but pre-exile he was basically treated as an attack dog, mostly fighting and fucking as rewards or punishments based on what his Sire wanted him to do. His name is Cain, he's a former addict (drugs, then vampire venom while he was basically a lackey/whore to get a fix of the intense high and aphrodisiac effect of vampiric venom), now trying desperately to be reformed, laden with so much guilt, and a pathetic excuse for a vampire who has to cut to feed with no fangs. I'm still getting comms of him, but my fave is this fan art by my friend of pre-exile Cain (back before he, how did a former coworker of his describe it? oh yeah "one day decided… what? To grow a conscience? That he was tired of raping and killing and being used like a pet?") (i love a dog motif, i really do).

Anyway, Cain's main universe he's got a complex relationship with a monster hunter (the former quote is from what we dubbed the 'mid-season finale' when she found out he was a vampire and SHOT HIM). But he also has an au where he found another lone (non-coven) vamp and they're slutty switches together and do some fun play with intox (his venom works on his partner by spitting it in his mouth) and telepathy (his partner can project images and feelings into his head). I love him as well, and have appx 600 pages of rp with him lmao.

I also have various OCs I've made for fic, like my Arcane OC Ivy, and then I have THESE FUCKERS I've been meaning to make a whole story about, Santana and Ridley, my cyberpunk crime girlfriends

Santana is a crimelord's daughter (and future crime boss herself, when she eventually breaks out from under her dad's thumb), and Ridley is her bodyguard/girlfriend trained from childhood to be a companion and do everything in her power to keep Santana safe, but she ended up falling REAL FUCKIN HARD for her charge. They have a whole planned story involving attempts on Santana's life, Ridley kicking ass, and Santana becoming part of an experimental program to log her consciousness, and when she eventually does get merc'd (spoilers? i mean it's not even written yet, this is just a plan), Ridley uploads Santana's incomplete AI into her head a la Johnny Silverhand and it's heartbreaking because it's her but it also ISN'T, and it's just overall a tragedy...

Okay I should stop lmao. I could talk for hours about this. I spent probably an hour writing this 😅

[darkfictionjude]

Yeahh.... if you aren't comfortable trauma dumping on a stranger in the street.. let's maybe not put that on anyone. And just trigger warnings in gen. That could kinda really upset someone on the blog that's just here because of the game. If they come from that background. Or any background of abuse just randomly seeing that pop up as a notification to your favorite IF page isn't... great. I honestly hope Nonnie can get to a better place and not have to deal with that. But personally that wasn't great to read.

And Jude is a writer not a therapist or a priest. This isn't confessional as harsh as that sounds. It shouldn't be seen as okay to have her read those. Because again yall don't know how she could personally take those asks or if they could be upsetting to her or anyone else.

Just saying.

Now onto an actual ask. I saw a stupid song about ghosts today. Got me thinking Halloween is very far yes but in a town with creepy shit how do people normally celebrate if they do.

Especially the ROs and our brothers. 🧐

You said it very well. Unless I have on the bio that I accept any and all messages it’s not the place to send me these things not only for me but I’m always aware of the fact that others read the blog. And I do feel so bad for that nonnie but it’s not my place to hear those things and there’s not much I can do. Even though I’ve mentioned boundaries it seems that I’m going to have to enforce them even harder (which I initially didn’t think it would be necessary)

Writer ≠ friend

Anyway…

Now there are certain restrictions due to that ban on humans doing things considered cultish or flirting with the occult. So they are allowed to put up three decorations per house/establishment and give out candy. Costumes are restricted to general stuff like a white sheeted ghost, princess and your no name brand witch. Werewolves and vampires used to be banned but now are a case by case basis.

Most people actually wear those creepy homemade masks, the ones you see in pictures from the early 20th century

Imre: really likes it. Being the son of who he is he gets liberties. He puts up decor and has a curated playlist for the Halloween music. Just goes all out

Nia: goes to Imre’s party. Otherwise doesn’t think much of the holiday, thinks it’s just a good excuse to dress up

Lorcan: doesn’t care for it really. Tries to just stay home

Sally: watches Halloween movies and that’s it

Percy: goes to the city and parties at a Halloween themed club

[onmyyan]

Hello 👋👋👋

I absolutely LOVE all of your writings!!!! I’ve read everything you’ve made so many times and this is the first time I have ever asked any author anything but I recently wanted to start writing!

I’ve never written something from start to finish because I get so self conscious about putting my work out there and nobody liking it but I’ve recently been trying to push myself out of my comfort zone and I want to upload some of my own works. (Wish me luck🥲🥲🥲)

So I wanted to know if you could give me some tips and advice for writing and also any tips you have for writing yanderes

Thank you so much for all the creative works you give us, I have read through everything so many times I find such great comfort in them!!! Anyway I don’t want to take up anymore of your time but I also don’t know how to end this so I love you and thank you 😊

Omg!! hello new friend! Thank you for such sweet words :') I appreciate them and you, ur too sweet omfg ❤️🥺

Okay so first, and what I feel is the most important tip I can offer, is to Write. 👏🏼 What. 👏🏼You.👏🏼 Want.👏🏼

It's simple but some of the best piece of writing advice I can offer.

As long as you're enjoying what you're putting out into the world, that's all that matters, even if people don't like it or it doesn't get as much interaction as you may have hoped, don't stop doing what you enjoy! (Fun fact, I started this blog bec I had read damn near everything yandere for my fandoms and needed more, I pulled a Thanos)

If you have passion for creating then do it, even if it's only a sentence a day, you're crafting entire worlds with your words! You are in control here, the pace and energy of your pieces is up to you, so set the tone however you like.

For me? I knew I wanted to write about a specific type of yandere, the kind that aren't physically abusive to their darlings, or all the other darker shit that comes with this beloved trope, the genuinely love sick, I found my brand of content that I enjoyed consuming and started creating it with all my favorite parts of the trope mashed together in a beautiful mess, all that to say, ask yourself what kind of Yandere stories you enjoy consuming and why?

What about those particular plots appeal to you?

Once you narrow that down it'll be easier to find your groove, also don't be afraid to try different styles or characterization or AU's the possibilities for this journey are endless and I for one can't wait to see what you come out with, I hope this was helpful!! Pls let me know if there's anything I do to help ya, love ya lots!

-Onmyyan

P.s. if you're comfortable I'd love to follow your writing blog, but only if you're comfortable of course, absolutely no pressure on this end ❤️

[tribade-veneration]

I’m that anon from the wwtichscum blog (I know it’s late because i only came across her very aggressive and empty response just now)

To answer your “where’s this lesbian utopia do you live in?” question, welp the question is the answer itself

I don’t live in an lesbian utopia and I don’t have to live in one to be… actually lesbian

My family *is* religious and extremely conservative, but even then they can’t change me so can you blame me for thinking a bihet woman who gets gangbanged on the daily then suddenly decides she’s a lesbian is not… in fact a lesbian? Is it that wrong to believe actual lesbians exist?

I can't prove you're the same anon, and I don't fully believe you are, but I'll act as if it's the case.

Firstly, speak about women in a less sexualized way than "gangbanged on the daily". Your brain is porn-rotten. That's gross and very embarrassing for you. It makes me not even want to continue answering this because what's the point if you're probably not even going to listen because you're dealing with internalized misogyny that makes you think women always enjoy the sex they seek out? But I'm going to try anyway.

When lesbians talk about lesbians who have sex with men before (or even after) realizing that they're lesbians... We aren't referring to women who are happily, enthusiastically having sex they enjoy with men they're attracted to, getting bored of it and saying "Well that shit's boring now, I'm a lesbian". Obviously that's not a lesbian. If you'd taken the time to recover your brain from all the horrible shit you've been taught by your conservative family before saying horrible shit yourself, you might be aware that women enthusiastically enjoying all the sex they have - even if deliberately sought out - is a patriarchal myth. Even straight women routinely force themselves through shitty sex. It's kind of a major part of rape culture.

Women are raised, from infancy, to believe that we are objects of service. I'm sure you know that, growing up in a conservative family. This extends to sexual service.

That mixed with heteronormativity can make it hard for women to even know they're lesbians. We grow up surrounded by women who force themselves through bad sex with gross men. We grow up surrounded by women who hate their husbands, who nervously laugh and fail to give a clear answer when asked what they find attractive about men. We grow up with mothers who say, when the father isn't around, that men are stupid and disgusting. And sure, there's also plenty of women who are very happy to say exactly what they find hot in a guy, but if those women who are just forcing themselves through it are straight, then as a young lesbian it's easy to not realize that *your* disgust towards men is different.

Some of us grow up raped, a lot, on a regular basis, starting as a baby, which can definitely impact perception of sexual orientation. Some of us go through corrective rape. Some of us are explicitly told while being assaulted by men that we need to learn to like men. I'm one of those lesbians. While I never ended up having sex with men by my own volition, I did think I was bisexual for a long time because of my experiences, and once or twice sought out sex from male friends (which they declined, thankfully). I sought this out as a form of self harm. I *thought* I was attracted to them but no, I was not. I was just confused about what attraction even was. And I wanted to experience the suffering I associated with sex with men and with watching porn, which I did a lot of at the time, because as any self harmer knows, pain can be very addictive.

Had those male friends of mine said yes, I'd be branded a fake lesbian by the likes of you... For retraumatizing myself? For not understanding what attraction even is and mistakening a response of arousal from thinking of rape (which is exceedingly common in rape victims) as being attraction to men? Seems pretty ridiculous to me.

Enough of me, however. I like lists. Here's a list of reasons a lesbian might seek out sex with men. Some of these apply to me (I don't seek out sex with men but the feelings of wanting to do so sometimes remain), some don't.

- She doesn't know she's a lesbian yet and thinks it's normal to push yourself through unwanted sex with men (because it is, sadly, the norm).

- She's been through conversion therapy, corrective rape, etc. and is training herself to tolerate men as part of her conversion efforts.

- She lives in a culture where arranged marriage is common and, knowing she's likely going to be married off to a man soon, seeks out sex to train herself to tolerate it.

- She is prostituted and seeks out "normal" sexual experiences because she's upset by always having a price tag.

- She knows she hates it, she knows she's a lesbian, and she is specifically seeking out to be put through sex she hates as a severe form of self harm.

- She is aroused by rape due to sexual trauma and confuses that for sexual attraction.

- She knows she's a lesbian but is trying to learn to tolerate rape/sex she despises because she feels it's an inevitability she'll be raped again and hopes she can get used to it.

- She depends on the men she's having sex with; anything from small stuff such as occasional gifts consisting of things she can't afford, to relying on those men for food, housing, and transportation.

- She doesn't know homosexuality is a thing and thinks *every* woman is attracted to women and finds men unappealing, but certainly some day that that biological urge to reproduce will kick in, and she's just a late bloomer.

There's obviously more but these are a few examples.

Maybe you haven't dealt with any of this. But you're not every lesbian, are you?

Every lesbian has a different life. The only thing that makes a lesbian is sexual attraction to only other women. Actions - including sex with men - have nothing to do with it, or wouldn't that imply conversion therapy works?

I hope your brain gets well soon.

[blushingquincy]

The Complete Guide to Falling for the Freak

by: blushingquincy

Allison Campbell has it all: a big house, good grades, and popularity—but underneath all of that, behind the perfect girl next door facade, is truly where it gets interesting. When she gets stuck tutoring the notorious Freak of Hawkins High, Eddie Munson, her life takes unexpected turns as she battles her step dad, her awful friends and, most importantly, falling in love for the first time.

⚠️WARNING: smut, cussing, bullying, domestic violence, abuse, drug use, underage drinking. I’ll add more warnings as I update

This is my first fic! I’m fairly new to writing so please give your opinions! Not sure how many chapters this will be. I’m thinking 15-20 maybe more who knows ;) Without further ado let’s get into it.

Chapter 1: He’s just the worst.

November 17, 1986

Mornings are a mundane ordeal in the Campbell household, always the same. Brenda Campbell, the obedient little housewife she is, is always in the kitchen by the time Allison comes downstairs. Her step-father, Dan—Dan The Dictator, she likes to call him—sits at his usual spot at the dining room table, reading a newspaper and making snide comments about how the food smells, even though he's going to scarf it all down anyway.

Pig, Allison thinks. She slips into her seat silently, munching on a dry piece of toast as fast as she can without earning the wrath of her step-father.

She fails.

"Slow down, Ali, the food isn't going anywhere," he says. "People are gonna mistake you for a pig if you keep that up." He oinks, then chuckles to himself like this is the funniest joke he's ever heard.

Allison bites down both the toast and the sarcastic remark on the tip of her tongue. She looks back at him as she wipes crumbs from the side of her mouth, eyes flickering down to look at his—no, her actual dad's tie.

I hope you get hit by a bus, she thinks, and she really means it. "Sorry," she says instead. "Guess I'm just excited to get to school."

That was a goddamn lie.

High school is a similarly mundane ordeal. She falls into her usual routine, sitting with the cheer squad and feigning interest while they talk about things she really couldn't give less of a damn about. No, Heather, she does not want to hear about parties or Madonna or guess who bumped uglies with Steve Harrington at Skull Rock!

She almost gags at the thought. God, she would rather choke herself with a hot branding iron than hear about former King Steve Harrington's sex life— but she knew how important image was to her mother and Dan. Not that she gave a shit about pleasing Dan, he could go choke for all she cared. But it was important to her mother too, and unfortunately, Allison did give a damn about pleasing her.

The second she makes her way to the classroom with its painfully harsh fluorescent lights, Mrs. O' Donnell asks if she can speak to her after class.

Allison frowns. "Am I …?" she trails off, eyebrows furrowed, and Miss O' Donnel seems to understand the unspoken word without her having to actually say it.

"Oh, don't worry," she says. "You aren't in trouble. I just need to talk to you."

Still, anxiety pools in Allison's stomach through the entire class. The bell rings, and she looks back down at her notebook, completely blank except for the topic written across the top in big letters. Damn. She'd have to ask someone if she could borrow their notes later.

That was the least of her concerns, though. Her main concern was figuring out what Miss O' Donnel wanted from her. She made her way to the front desk, clearing her throat to make her presence known.

The woman peered up at her through thin-rimmed glasses. "Ah, yes. Allison, I'm looking for a tutor for Eddie Munson and I was wondering if you'd be interested."

The metaphorical record in Allison's brain scratches to a stop. She opens her mouth, closes it, and opens it again, gapping like a fashing out of water. "I'm sorry, what?" she eventually settles on.

Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, the resident drug dealer of Hawkins High. He definitely has a … reputation, to say the least. He was the leader of the Hellfire Club. Allison is pretty sure that it's just a bunch of nerds playing a tabletop fantasy game, but everyone else seems convinced that it's a bunch of satanists sacrificing virgins.

Either way, she doesn't really want to do it. Nonetheless, being the ass-kissing people pleaser she is, Allison says yes.

Mrs. O' Donnel smiles at her. "Thank you, Allison, I knew I could count on you." She hands her the paper with his address and contact information. Allison thanks her absentmindedly, them goes about the rest of her morning classes in a bit of a daze.

She just agreed to tutor Eddie Munson. Eddie fucking Munson.

Finally, it's lunch. She takes her tray with a weird meat mush—seriously, what is that stuff—and sits down at the table. This group is a little different than the ones she ate breakfast with. In addition to the snobby girls, there was the basketball team. She hates them and their weird suburban hair and the way they mock people. As she sits there, listening to Andy drag on about the new truck his daddy bought him, her attention is turned away by something more interesting.

Eddie Munson, who had been sitting with his Hellfire Club, is now on the table shouting about conforming and useless highschool cliques. Allison resists the urge to bury her face in her hands. God, he is totally embarrassing. He's absolutely right, but still. Embarrassing.

Jason Carver stands up. "You want something, freak?" he squares his shoulders as though he was doing something important, defending the basketball team's honor or whatever. He's embarrassing too.

Eddie responds by sticking his tongue out and making faux devil horns with his fingers. Allison hides a smile by shoving a forkful of food into her mouth.

Jason abruptly sits down “God I hate that freak," he scoffs. "Don’t you guys just hate him?”

The group nods and agrees— except Allison, who is too focused on staring at Eddie: his long curly hair, his beautiful brown eyes and the way his mouth forms a flirtatious smirk when she catches his eye.

“Allison!” Jason yells out. She quickly jolted back to reality. “I said don’t you just hate him?”

She gives a quick glance back at Eddie. "Yeah," she says. "Yeah, he's just the worst."

Well this is going to be sooo much fun

[hexesncherries]

hex's take on: whisper of the heart

i literally can't and won't shut up about this movie

best studio ghibli movie imo

i don't know why there aren't a lot of reader/writer girlies talking about it it is literally my dream romance

shizuku is just like me fr

seiji is so cute

they are just both amazing

so if you haven't watched it, a quick summary

it is about this girl shizuku, she's in middle school not too sure about her future but she LOVES to read. she's constantly checking books out of the library right, and she notices that in a lot of the books this guy's name appears (seiji) and she does what any teenage girl would do and starts wondering what is this guy like bc a little daydreaming never hurt nobody.

she also has a talent for writing as told by her friends so then she meets this guy and it's like an rivals to lovers but it really isn't and she discovers that this guy turns out to be seiji !!?? and not only does he read he is also really passionate about violin making and he his biggest dream is to go to Italy and learn how to. so his parents sent him in like an apprenticeship to see if he could actually make a living out of it, it was meant to last 2 months so he leaves and this makes shizuku realize that while she may not be really sure of her future, the people that surround her are, and she decides that, since she is as passionate about writing as seiji is about violin making, she will write a book before he comes back.

so after that shit summary (i swear i am more eloquent and funny when speaking) i will continue

i think this movie like all of the ghibli movies carries this nostalgic feeling, it makes you feel at home somehow

this film however feels a little more close to a real life story

seeing shizuku's interactions with her family that lives in a small, crowded apartment and that have to split chores due to a lack of time give the film a sense of realness i hadn't experienced with other ghibli productions

shizuku's actions and decisions are very on brand for a girl her age and i can really see myself in her, giving it all your all and then realizing that even after you've sacrificed so much it is not good enough is something we've all gone true and i think whisper of the heart does a really good job demonstrating this, but remaining hopeful that someday it will be enough

seijis and shizuku's relationship also feels very teenaged, falling hopelessly in love and seeing yourself with your middle school boyfriend while achieving almost impossible goals is what this movie means to me, but it gives me hope, it truly does

the confessions are so heartwarming, and the love that they share, as innocent as it is, feels real

anyway those are my thoughts, i really do love this movie

sorry if I completely butchered that summary

i swear that it is the sweetest most heartwarming movie ever

[wheelin-after-midnight]

20.

When was the last time you did something you didn’t want to do, to please someone else?

I often feel like this going to family dinner. I'm not always enthusiastic about going. There's reasons. I often feel quite picked on and singled out, too. Like, why am I even here if I'm just this presence that you rag on? There's a lot of disrespect disguised as "jokes" and just a lot of the same shit that gets really old. It doesn't make a difference whether or not I speak up and say something, so I just ignore it and laugh it off.

If you wear mascara, what brand is it? Do you have mascara in any colours other than brown or black?

I don't wear it.

Do you have a favourite outfit that you like to wear for nights out?

There's no one favourite outfit. Depends what I'm feeling at the time and what we're doing that night.

When was the last time you painted your nails? What colour(s)?

My cousin used to paint them like once a week, but it's been years since then.

Do you know what you’re going to wear tomorrow?

Leggings and a comfy sweater, probably. Idk.

When you have a soft drink, do you prefer it in a bottle or can?

Can or glass with ice.

What’s your least favourite alcoholic drink?

Tequila. I hate tequila.

Do your parents get annoyed if you go out and come home drunk?

Bruh, my parents hardly acknowledge I'm alive if I don't hound them for some reason on my end first, which I stopped doing unless absolutely necessary.

Do you like iced tea or coffee?

I like both, but I would choose coffee first.

Who was the last person to embarrass you? What did they do?

Idk.

When you’re upset, do you tend to comfort eat or lose your appetite?

I basically starve myself when I'm upset. My brain is like "maybe if you don't nourish yourself long enough, you'll just die. Worthless bitch." :/

Do you have a friend or relative that turns into a complete ninny when they’ve had too much to drink?

My dad is an alcoholic. So yeah.

Have you ever eaten so much of a favourite food that you got bored of it?

I go through cycles like this. I'll be obsessed with something, then that obsession food or snack will change. And repeat.

What’s the unhealthiest thing you’ve eaten today?

Mint Oreos.

Who was the last person to send you a message on Facebook? Does/did that person go to the same school as you?

It was babe, and no.

How is your hair looking today?

Fine, even though I've not brushed it yet. Small wins, I guess.

What is your favourite brand of haircare products? I don't have a favorite brand.

Have you bought any alcoholic drinks in the past week?

Yes. I bought a variety pack of Simply Spiked Lemonade last weekend.

Has a stranger ever offered to buy you a drink? No. I'm ugly, lmfao.

Do you know anyone that talks constantly about themselves and never even bothers to ask you how you are?

I don't think most people genuinely care how I am anyway. I always just reply with good/fine when asked.

When was the last time you used a public toilet?

Idk. I didn't need to the last time I went out, so maybe the time before that.

If the last person that hurt you apologized, what would you say to them?

"I know you don't mean it, your actions aren't gonna prove anything. This is all just words and very performative. So just stop. Change, or stop."

Did you go shopping today?

No.

What was the last thing that put a smile on your face?

I was smiling while singing something earlier because I got into the music and it put me in a good mood.

What is something you’d be happy to receive as a gift, that doesn’t cost a lot?

Time, attention, affection. Not feeling like an inconvenience/burden on my mum's life literally all the time.

You’re given an extra $10 and told to go and treat yourself. What do you buy?

Put it in the bank so it can go towards expenses that automatically withdraw or groceries.

Has anyone ever asked for your phone number, and you refused to give it to them?

I don't think so.

When was the last time you used someone else’s phone to text or make a call? Whose phone was it?

I don't remember exactly when but it was either Brittany's or my cousin's.

Do you have a favourite comfort food, that you absolutely must eat whenever you’re ill or upset?

If I have migraines, then I can't usually keep much of anything down at all. This is usually what's going on when I'm sick. When I'm upset I don't have an appetite.

If you were to decide now that you wanted to get drunk, what alcohol is available in your house?

Lemonades spiked with vodka.

What kind of music does your significant other/crush like to listen to?

She has pretty eclectic tastes like I do. We both feel like good music is good music and has no expiration date. A good song is a good song. Genre doesn't matter. She does listen to a lot of country, though.

When was the last time you ate cake? What type of cake was it?

I don't remember. I'm not big on cake aside from carrot cake.

Who did you have your first kiss with? Do you remember what colour his/her eyes were?

My first and only boyfriend. His eyes were blue.

What’s the last letter of your surname?

Nope.

In your phone’s contacts, who is the first person listed under ‘M’? What colour is that person’s hair?

Mum, probably, since my girlfriend isn't listed under her actual name in my tablet. Her hair is grey.

Whose Facebook timeline did you post on most recently?

Nobody's.

Are there any themes from TV shows that you like to sing along to?

Lots!

Kinky question time … to turn you on quickly, where is the best place to touch or kiss you?

Listen, if you start kissing my neck, you better be ready for me to be naked, cause some shit's gonna go down. If you kiss my neck while grabbing my ass, it's over. For real. 😂😍

Do your grandparents ever ask you about your love life?

I only have one grandparent left. She's in a home with Alzheimer's and doesn't know who I am anymore. I never had a good relationship with her. She was not a warm person. My Nan on my mum's side was my favorite person in the whole world. I was closer to her than to my mum. She asked me about my love life often but I wasn't honest about it because she didn't know I'm gay. I never told her. I didn't feel like I could. She was so loving and supportive and accepting of me in every other way, I didn't want to lose that and I just didn't know if she would take it well. I had so much shame and it ate at me every time I told some white lie to cover it up and hide it from her. I just couldn't shake feeling like, "what if she doesn't love me anymore?" It still bothers me. I wish she could've met my girlfriend. She's the only one in my family I've genuinely wanted to bring anyone home to.

Do you eat dessert after dinner?

I eat what I feel like whenever I'm hungry. I don't have set meals, really.

Does anyone send you messages to say good morning or goodnight?

Kind of. Babe and I will do this when we're getting up or going to bed and think of it. It might not be at the standard wake/sleep times, though.

Have you ever had too much to drink and felt embarrassed about your behaviour the next day?

Once.

Have you ever gone into school/work with a hangover?

Yes.

What was the last thing your parents gave you money for?

Idk. My parents don't often give me money and I would rather figure things out myself than ask.

Who were the last people you had a group conversation with on Facebook?

No one.

The last time you were in a car, who was driving?

Brittany.

Who was the last person you took a photo of?

Wasn't a person. It was Nippy.

What was the last thing that stressed you out?

Christmas and fucking having to move and what my living situation is changing into.

Tell me about your last night out. Did anything interesting or amusing happen?

We went to see Wicked, pick up a few groceries, and get food on the way home. I almost slipped and fell on ice transferring into Brittany's car. Wasn't amusing, but it was an event, that's for sure.

Who was the last new artist you came across, that you really liked?

Not new. But last song that came up in a recommended rotation that I liked and saved was grapevyne by Brownstone.

What was the last video you watched on YouTube?

An episode of a weekly podcast I follow.

What was the last song you listened to, that reminded you of someone?

(Darlin') You Know I Love You - Tina Turner was what was last playing, but it didn't remind me of someone at the time.

Have you ever told anyone that you were never going to speak to them again, but then you did?

Lmfao yup. If I wasn't disabled and was able to be just that final percent more self sufficient than I already am on my own, I would have made good on that a long time ago.

How old is the last male you texted?

Same age as me. So 32.

When you go out drinking, what do you prefer to drink?

I don't usually go out drinking but I prefer alcoholic seltzers with no added sugars. Dry wines. If I'm sitting down to eat somewhere then sometimes margaritas or fruity cocktails.

What was the last thing a friend bought for you?

Popcorn and soda at the movies and my food on the way home.

What colour was the last mug you drank out of?

Blue with a cartoon reindeer in a scarf and some snowflakes on it.

Do you have a collection of anything?

Not really.

Is there a food or drink that you haven’t had before, but would like to try?

I'm positive there is, but nothing is coming to mind right now.

[yumihoe]

Housepet

Fandom - Kakeguri.

Pairing - Yandere Yumeko Jabami x Yandere Mary Satome x fem reader.

Summary: As a housepet pet you are required to serve your superiors.

Content warnings- Yandere themes, oral fixation, aged up characters, noncon-rape, Sexual slavery kinda, femdom, abuse of power, the reader gets slapped around/ mentions of the reader getting hurt in the past, degradation, face riding -let me know if I missed anything-mdni.

Word count -1.5k

Your neck was aching, collar heavy around it. The feeling of the leather suffocating, chaffing, and burning like a brand.

A Brand on livestock, A brand on an animal.

You aren't an animal. At least at one point, you hadn't been.

Now you were... what were you?

Yumeko says you're her favorite toy, always so sweet-so kind with her praises, even when she's bringing the belt down on your backside for the tenth time. " Such a good kitty, taking your lashes so well." But mary insist you're a dirty whore, " Why do you insist on babying the little bitch for doing what filthy whores like her are supposed to do"

Even now as Mary wraps another tie around your ankle you can't quite wrap your head around what you are.

Sharp pain from how tight the ties are rings through your wrist and makes you jerk away, earning you a hard slap to the face.

" Hold fucking still waste." Mary hisses. Yumeko jabs lightly at mary with her elbow " Why are you always so mean to her?" Yumeko sighs, rubbing at your thigh. Her voice sounds sincere, caring even but You know all too well that she's only pretending to care, pretending to scold mary for being rough with you.

" The little shit wouldn't have to get tied down if she hadn't had fucking kicked me last time." Mary snaps, yellow eyes glaring at the brunette.

You hadn't meant to kick Mary, but to be fair you had told her that you couldn't handle another orgasm, Yet she persisted, keeping the vibrator on your clit, sneering about how " little shits like you need to serve your purpose." and " If you know whats fucking good for you you'll come again." Your're tenth-or something orgasm had wrecked through your body, sending spasms and jerks- spasms and jerks that had caused your leg to launch out, smacking Mary in her nose.

You had already been punished, of course, mary had made sure to bruise your ass raw, make sure you could sit regularly for weeks, but she still insisted on tying you down before they went on with their regular routine anyways.

Yumeko busies herself unbuttoning her school blouse and stepping out of her skirt

It's not right, twisted how stunning Yumeko's Body is.

Sick people who keep other human beings tied down in empty classrooms shouldn't be allowed to so....beautiful. Sharp collarbone above perfectly round breast that melt into a sharply defined waist. No matter how much you despised Yumeko Jabami you would never be able to call her ugly. And the fact sickened you.

" Aw, you're drooling, am I that pretty kitten," Yumeko giggles, leaning down to smooth your hair back. " Does my good little kitty want something to plug up that sweet little mouth?"

Your stomach tightens knowing exactly what it is she's hinting at. "Open wide for me kitty." Yumeko coos, pushing two of her digits inside your mouth. You know better than to bite down on her fingers, the first and last time you had, mary broke one of yours, and you hadn't been able to bend it correctly for months. So you let the long, slender digits slide past your lips and suck, to avoid punishment.

Mary snorts as she fastens the last tie on your ankle, sitting up. "Ts really fucking gross how you stick your fingers in the little shits mouth like that, how the fuck do you get off on that?" She sneers Yumeko just smiles, pushing her fingers deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex. "If that little fuckface pukes, I swear to fucking god I'll kill you Yumeko." Mary frowns

" 'Sides, there are better ways to put her mouth to use anyways," she mumbles. Yumeko lets out a boisterous laugh " If you wanted a turn with kitty's mouth, all you needed was to say so." Mary doesn't answer, instead motions for Yumeko to take her fingers out of your mouth, to which Yumeko obliges with a sad whimper, letting her now slimy digits drop from your mouth.

"Now, you'll put that whinny little mouth to good use," Mary smirks, positioning herself to hover over your face. You start up your usual protest, about how you don't want her to ride your face, that you'd rather just eat her out on your stomach to avoid her suffocating you, but your pleading is in vain, Mary lets her legs give out anyway, pushing her cunt directly onto your mouth.

You almost panic at the sudden loss of air, but you know better to try and struggle against her, it only ever results in some form of physical assault. And it's not like you could push her off of you, in your current state. So you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to take a swipe at her folds.

" Aww, you're being so good kitten, you deserve an award." Yumeko sings.

" She's not-Fuck- Not being fucking good, the little fucking shit's just doing what housepets are supposed to do." Mary whimpers out, thighs quivering around your head.

Houspet.

Hearing Her say the word- the title is almost foreign since they often call you anything but. Kitten, Toy, Little shit, but still it's a reminder of what you are now. No longer human, and below any animal. A Housepet. A failed gambler.

It all comes pouring back to you like rain, everything you had been, what you were before.

Master gambler, Highroller extraordinaire. You had been on top of the world, winning game after game and match after match, well on your way to becoming an esteemed member of the student body council. Maybe even president of the student body council until-Until you had lost.

It had all happened so fast, you were so certain- still certain that you should've won that game, that it had been rigged and you deserved a rematch - a recount, anything- yet your cries of foul-play had fallen on death ears. Your status as a high-ranking gambler had been revoked, replaced with that of a disgusting, low-ranking rat.

The transition had been slow, yet persistent. The looks of fear and admiration people once gazed at you with turned to disgust and superiority. Where once people had flocked to be around you they had started to avoid you like the plague.

The last and final declaration of your dehumanization had come in the form of a notice from the student council, a notice stating that if you couldn't repay your debt from losing, you would be demoted to the lowest student ranking at Hyakkaou Private Academy. You had begged, on your knees almost for a second chance, but the president had refused, issuing you a collar.

Yumeko and Mary had cornered you a few days after that, forced you to become their personal little plaything.

"No point in resisting, shitty little housepets like you go missing all the time, no one would look for you." Mary had whispered

Yumeko jerking your thighs further apart pulls you out of your moment of self-realization.

"You're doing so well for Mary kitten, I just can't help but reward you." she beams.

Yumeko's rewards always leave you overstimulated and crying, so you don't feel any relief at the mention of receiving one. Still despite how you tense up, clearly uncomfortable with her rewarding you, Yumeko slots herself between your legs, flicking a vibrator on and pressing it against your clit. The sudden sensation causing your hips to buck up, much to the distaste of Mary.

" Be fucking still" the blonde hisses, " Just fucked up my c-climax."

You don't bother to object or tell mary that Yumeko's the reason you moved so suddenly, you know she won't care either way. "s' fucking close" Mary whimpers grinding down against your tongue harder. Her hips stutter, once, twice, before she's shaking, squirting all over your face. You want to gag, cry out, push her off you, but you know you can't, so you let her ride the rest of her orgasm off on your face, sticky, sweaty thighs clamped around your head.

Mary finishes after what seems like forever, standing up on quivering legs, looking around for her clothes.

" Were gonna be fucking late for our next class, fucking c'mon Yumeko" She sighs.

Yumeko pouts from between your legs, two fingers buried in your swollen cunt. "But I didn't get to finish kittens reward, she's been so good we can't just leave her all pent up like this."

you can almost hear Mary roll her eyes." If I have to fucking drag you outta here by your fucking hair Yume-

"Fine, Fine" Yumeko stands up, cutting her off. She slowly reassembles her uniform, grumbling almost like a child who just had a toy ripped away from her.

"Sides you can come back and finish the little shit off after school" Mary shouts, already halfway out of the door. Yumeko smiles down out you, winking before following her friend into the hall.

--

Long after they've left you find yourself sobbing, wishing they had untied you before going back to class.

A sick feeling rises in your stomach as you realize you're not crying about being tied up because the position you're in is uncomfortable or even because you might have been able to find a way out if they had let you free of the ties.

You're crying because You wished they had let you go before leaving so you could stuff a finger into your aching cunt.

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I really want Yumeko and mary to bully me. 😪

Anyways, as usual, if you enjoyed this don't be afraid to reblog!

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

part one | part two | part four | part five | masterlist | wattpad

Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that. 

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

[astersofthesky]

I decided to reread the MHA LN Chapter 4, you know, the canon bkdk angsty slow-burn fanfic 😌😌 Spreading the BKDK LN agenda because WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE !!

Anyway, I FOUND ANOTHER TRANSLATION but sadly OP haven't finished it yet 😢

And since I need an emotional outlet so I can scream at how they're so canon, Im'ma do it here ahwjdhfjsh 👀✨

Warning: Long post; potential manga spoilers

– I forgot that this chapter literally started with the angst 😭 Deku saying that he can't imagine having lunch with Kacchan is like a pain in the gut. He just wanna be friends with his Kacchan again 😢

– One word, ✨SOULMATES ✨ afshshahah PLS, even the universe can't help but ship them together 😩✋ they're fruityness is on whole a new level I CAN'T 💚🧡

– I see what you're doing Bakugou 👀 You really can't leave your sweet broccoli behind huh?? Also, crybaby Macchan and aggressive Takkun?? 🤔 Do I need to say more? 🧐

– If that's not flirting then idk what is 🤷 also, "In front of my soba? Really?" (Todoroki, probably)

– There's no ss but I just wanna give a special mention to jealous!Bakugou. No cos srsly, implying you're not friends with Deku as if you're not dying to hold his hand then getting irritated over Todoroki claiming the "friend" card 😩 Just, Bakugou, don't @ me ☺️💢

– The angst had reached full force it seems ಥ‿ಥ The line was cut but it actually says "Not friends, just childhood friends" 😭😭 and I am telling you Im'ma throw my brand new book when Bakugou explicitly acknowledges Midoriya as his boyfriend. Because before they were rivals, Bakugou and Midoriya were first friends. And I'm not saying that they aren't one now because we as readers, can definitely see they care for each other. But the question is, do they already see the other as a friend and not just a mere rival? They don't cos they're boyfriends your honor

– Tbh, It still haven't sinked in that this is kind of canon 🤧 This is such a cliched romantic scene like wtf?? So what's next? The full moon is illuminating half of Bakugou's face, red eyes glowing and face soft from the natural white luminescence or something sappy like that?? 😩😩 I love it

– Izuku in this LN chapter whenever he talks about Bkg: ✨ THEIR RELATIONSHIP ✨

– I know, I get it. You don't have to shove it my face every single time Deku 😌 and pls, why are you still flirting at the middle of the night?? Or was it pining that I see 🤔 i mean comparing each other to their kid parallels 😕 hmm a severe case of mutual pining indeed

– Yes yes, of course you're only looking for food stalls Mr. Bakugou "Tsundere" Katsuki, I completely don't believe that you're worried about the kids. No! of course not! Who says you want the kids to reconcile so they wouldn't experience the pain that you and a certain green had gone through?? Hahaha I mean It's not like they're your parallel what??hmmm no no, go on, look for takoyaki or smthn ☺️☺️

– Wait, did the last part say '"Bakugou grabbed Izuku's face and pushed it away..." Aksfksjdhdisjs what in the actual gay fanfic is this??!! Or wait, is this what Bkg usually do to Deku in the official art he's like, I love agressively gripping your head as I entangle my fingers on your soft curls but no homo💀

Since OP's translation isn't complete, I'm going to use Lau Ren's translation and yes I'm continuing this shit even though Tumblr mobile only lets me post 10 pics per post

– Bkdk domesticity with children pt. 95736 💚🧡 They love kids so much 😩 Yk I'd donate my kidney just to see this ANIMATED ✨ like this has so much fluff potential 🤧 Or at the very least a drama CD. I'd ascend 😭

– WHAT THE FUDGE ?!! I'M SCREAMING 😭 I SAY IT AGAIN 💞 SOULMATES✨ and pls, it has my favorite fic trope, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings. Anyway, I need a minute to collect myself cos I can't move past the "With the said person himself nearby, Kacchan thought his fate had gone crazy" ( ≧Д≦) dammit Katsuki, why r u so gay. Izuku loves you, you emotionally constipated gremlin

I have reached my 10 picture limit so I'm just gonna copy paste some of the twts 💀 I hope I don't get in trouble lmao Xd

- Kacchan fixed his gaze to Deku who looked relieved. "He..."

- Somehow, Kacchan remembered the fight they had after All Might's retirement. It was the first time they were able to let out their conflicts sincerely. Although his fear towards Deku had decreased since then, there was still a feeling of disgust about Deku being a hero who save others residing in Kacchan.

- He couldn't understand it. But he knew, there will always a being whom he cannot understand

– Bkg rlly said 👀 on Deku while having angsty thoughts ಥ╭╮ಥ Looking back on this tho, I just can't help but be proud when I remember 285. Bakugou is loud but he is very rational in battles. He thinks of a plan on the spot meaning he's mind is on work 24/7.

– When he had his "My body just moved on its own" moment, Katsuki had understood Deku and his nature to "Save to Win." It'ss that Katsuki must not analyze it with his brain, but instead feel it with his heart 💚🧡 And this is the reason why I badly want to see him on the manga 😭 that was some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'm ahwjdhfjsh

– Takkun and Maachan's pinky swear deserves their own mention. They're so pure 😩✋

- He said he still hasn't done hatsumoude so Kacchan can go first, but Kacchan refused and wouldn't let Deku do hatsumoude before him.

- Kacchan tried to take a head start, but in the end, they ended up visiting and praying together.

– AND WE'RE BACK with the gays 😌 hsjdjajs they compete with every single thing it's honestly cute. Also YES THEY PRAYED TOGETHER and shoujo scenes with the main couple praying on the shrine but make it BKDK flashed before my eyes 😖✨

- After finishing their prayers, Deku looked at Kacchan, "What did you wish for?" "Shut up."

- Even with Kacchan's sulking expression seen from the side, Deku felt that they had wished for the same thing.

– DEKU YOU'RE BEING TOO LOUD!! I just can't with these two 😩✋ Both of them are down so bad for each other and you can't tell me otherwise 💚✨🧡

- With those serious eyes, Deku knew they were aiming for the same thing. Win to save, save to win. To be the best heroes.

- Deku knew well that he and Kacchan are polar opposites. But even so, Deku couldn't imagine a world in which Kacchan doesn't exist.

– Deku just went 😍 on Kacchan and thought "I CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU 🧡💚" (insert Imagine by Ben Platt)

– I can't even stress how much I love this line, y'all this is so misleading I-- this is too much 😭 Anyway, I believe this go both ways. Bakugou can't also see a world without Deku in it, and since Deku decided to be the self-sacrificing person he is, I'll just SCREAM IN CH. 304 ( ≧Д≦)

- Seeing the two praying side by side, he commented, "so you've become good friends now, huh."

- Both of them immediately opposed, and Kacchan threatened to explode Shoto's mouth for saying such a disgusting thing.

– Let's go Todoroki, best wingman 🤣 And flustered Bakugou makes a reappearance hdjsja Dammit half n' half I ain't flirting with Deku fvck you

And this is where it ends afshshaha anyway bkdk canon 💚🧡

[henoda4]

Spoilers ahead + speculation

So everyone keeps making the Deku/Sasuke comparison now that Brocolli boy has decided to go solo and all I can think of is:

Deku vs Kacchan pt 3

I can't be the only one.....

There's so much angst potential if Bakugo decides to chase Deku down. Despite Deku's motivations for leaving being drastically different than Sasuke's (I mean let's be real this is likely just more Midoriya "selfless" Izuku branding, he's probably thinking this'll keep everyone else safe since AFO/Shiggy are specifically after him.. where as Sasuke mostly had revenge on the brain), but still he'd probably throw hands if he thought it'd ultimately keep Bakugo out of harm's way. And if Bakugo decides to chase after him, no way in hell is he going to give up without a fight. He'd make it his mission to literally knock some sense into Deku.

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"Deku...what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Kacchan, I-"

"I thought I told you not to do this shit on your own Deku! Or did you not listen to a fucking thing I said when I saved your ass?!"

".... I've watched people I care about get injured and d-die. All because of me, because of OFA, because I'm not strong enough yet..."

"And you think running away is going to make you stronger?"

"I'm not running away-"

"*tch* The fuck you aren't-"

"I'm doing this to protect everyone. To protect you! Don't you get it?! AFO is after me! This is something I have to do!"

"I don't need your damn protection!"

"I ALMOST WATCHED YOU DIE!"

"...I can't-I can't do that again. I can't risk putting anyone in danger, not again. This is my responsibility."

"Shut the hell up!"

"Fuck you- you think I don't fucking understand? I almost watched you die too you asshole. I thought you were dead! I thought that Shigaraki bastard had killed you. After everything, after we- "

"Kacchan?"

"Dammit Deku, didn't All Might say some shit about us working together to make the best heroes?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying my dipshit of a rival is trying to shoulder everything on his own yet again. I'm saying I don't want him to fucking die because he's too goddamn selfless for his own good. I don't want my friend to deal with this shit alone, not when I can help him."

"K-"

"I'm saying if you're sure you need to do this, if you're going to take down this AFO bastard or save Shigaraki or whatever... I want in."

Bakugou extends out his hand in offering.

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(Apologies if this is a tad OOC. But it would not leave my brain alone until I wrote it out.)

Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled internal screaming about this latest chapter.

[chaand-sitara]

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It was time for the party everyone was excited for, well except Primadonna, She was always left alone and lost her friends in the crowd which made her feel left out so since few years she wasn't attending any school parties, which actually made her feel more anxious around others but it was safe for her.

As soon as she had reached home from the grill she had ordered food for her, a lot of food, because for some reason, how much the amount of food she ate, she never gained any weight, which was extremely envied by almost all the girls in Mystic Falls High including many guys.

So now here she was, at the balcony of her room, reading a Romance Novel and eating a margarita, cheese crusted pizza with a coca cola to go with it.

'As soon as he saw her face, he knew, he knew that she would be the woman he will bent down on one knee for' She scrunched her face in cringe and thought ' "Bent down on one knee for"? Seriously? God how cheesy can these novels be?'

But deep down she knew that she was making such comment because of her epic fail of a love live,Which is non-existent.

Primadonna closed the book and finished her pizza and drink and was about to go to bed when suddenly she heard a call from her now-cracked screen phone.

She picked it up and saw it was. 'Elena? Why is she calling me? She never called me while they all were out'

She picked the phone up and asked "Hey Elena? Why did you call now? Is the party over so soon?"

"No, the party is still going on but I just really want you to come atleast today, please?". 'Why? They never ask..'

"But.. Why? I am not even dressed.." then she heard Elena sigh and said "Look, Stefan is here, and I feel freaked out, you know!". 'No I actually don't.'

"Son I want you to be here, I know you don't talk much but it's like a habit seeing you almost everywhere, please?".. Primadonna contemplated for a while 'Fuck it'

"Fine, I will come.. See you!" Then Elena and Bonnie cheered and disconnected the phone call. 'Oh so Bonnie was there too?'

Primadonna went to her walk-in closet and saw all the branded clothes her Dad apparently had sent her through the countries he went to. 'Well, one of them would be handy today.. Hope they aren't tight now..'

She picked a knee-length pastel Blue sundress and wore brown sandals which had threes to make it stay in place.

She then brushed her hair and turned it into a half-ponytail and left the house while also locked it up.

Then she picked up her bike and left for The Bon-Fire.

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Primadonna arrived at the party and saw Bonnie leaving Elena all alone and running away in a panicked state.

Primadonna rushed towards Elena and asked "You okay? What happened with Bonnie?" then Elena shrugged and said "I don't know, she touched me and then said she saw a fog and man and then left.. Well anyways, You're here!!"

She said while smiling at here extremely introverted friend, Primadonna smiled at Elena and said "Yeah, just thought about how I never socialise and now it's a new year so I should atleast give it a try! Right?"

Elena nodded while smiling and then they both turned around to go back to party but both were startled when they saw Stefan in front of them.

" Oh my god! How did you sneak up on us so quietly?" Primadonna asked, He shrugged and said"I am so sorry it usually never happens, but what was your name again?" Elena looked confused while Primadonna felt hurt" Uh Primadonna, Primadonna Neris.. " he then smiled at her and then looked at Elena and said "Hi" and she smiled while blushing a little and said back "Hi.."

'Two Hi's means time for me to go' she thought while ignoring a little prick in her heart and then smiled and left to roam around the party.

After some time

Now in between drunk teenagers, Primadonna was feeling suffocated. 'Great.. Thank god I don't have to drop anyone home'

Then suddenly her eyes turned towards the younger Gilbert, Jeremy, who was drunk and going deep in the forest. 'Shit.. What if he gets lost in it, he looks extremely wasted at this moment'

So she plucked up the courage and started to run towards him while shouting his name "Jeremy! Stop! It's to deep!"

After awhile she lost him and now she was the one lost in the woods, then Primadonna saw fog all around her feet. 'Weird.. I don't think it's too cold for literal fog to come out..'

Then she looked up and saw a shadow figure which looked like a man, nothing was visible of him but his eyes... 'Those eyes.. Wait.. Weren't they in my dream?!'

Primadonna backed up and tripped on something, she looked and saw he and the fog was gone now, she looked down to see what she tripped at and saw. "Vicky!? Fucking hell! Oh my god!"

She looked and saw a huge bite mark on her neck, then she shouted "Help! Please! Help me here!!"

"Primadonna!?" she looked up and saw Jeremy running towards and then his shocked face was now filled with concern and horror as he saw Vicki all bloodied up.

"Vicky!? Vicky wake up!!" Then Primadonna tore a piece from her dress and wrapped it around her wound said "We need to help her! Quickly!"

Then Jeremy nodded in a hurry and they both carried Vicky back to the party and Primadonna shouted "We need an ambulance here! Quickly!"

Everyone then started to crowd around them which Made Primadonna feel irritated and before she could do something Tyler said "Someone fucking call the ambulance!"

Primadonna then looked up from Vicky and locked eyes with Stefan who looked petrified, he looked back at Vicky and then left.

'This guy is as weird as it can get..' She laid Vicky down while the medics picked her when finally the ambulance arrived and Her brother went with her.

Now all bloodied up and torn dress, Primadonna sat down for awhile, Then all the three girls came upto her and Bonnie asked "How the hell did you find her?"

Then Primadonna shrugged and said "I don't know, I was in the jungle, saw a weird shadow,tripped on Vicky.. I think he attacked her.."

Then Bonnie rolled her eyes and said "Come on, don't be stupid how can a human give such a brutal mark?"

Primadonna shrugged and said "I think I am gonna call it a night" they all nodded and Then she left

Primadonna shrugged and said "I think I am gonna call it a night" they all nodded and Then she left.

Primadonna finally reached her house and then went inside and locked the door.

She went in her closet and changed to Pjs and slept then in the dream she again saw the Blue eyed person, now with three more men whom she couldn't remember the face of when she wakes up.

[obxcunt]

Love bites || (1)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader [currently]

warnings: smut, death, cursing, drugs, alcohol, typos.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

A/N: i’ve been obsessed with vampires for a while, also started rewatching buffy recently. I really wanted to give you guys some vampire shit since i was in the mood for it. This is part one of my new series, let me know what you think, all characters are 18+.

masterlist || part two

“Today, we are still looking for the animal who brutally killed a teenage boy on Friday night, around midnight. The police department is asking our citizens to be extremely vigilant. A curfew might be installed for the next few days, until the end of the police’s researches—"

“Jesus…” Your mother murmured, turning off the tv. “This is scary, how are we supposed to feel safe right now?” You sighed, looking at the delicious meal in front of you, your fork wandering through it. “This thing, could be anywhere—” She paused. “Well, probably not on Figure Eight. I feel so bad for this family, maybe we should do something for them—”

“Like, what?” Your father asked, frowning. “Are you going to make them a cake with: I’m genuinely sorry about your son’s death?” He grabbed the wine, again. “Leave them alone, we already have someone to handle here.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the hint. “Alright, can you guys stop doing this?” You asked, dropping your utensils, the sounds making your mother jump. “I’m literally sitting next to you.” You father sighed, drinking and looking away. “I’m fine.”

“Well, you won't leave this goddamn house until they catched that thing.” Your father stated. “It's too dangerous.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?” You laughed nervously, glancing back and forth between your parents. “You can't be serious! I— I’m not gonna stay here all summer. I have plans, with my friends and—” You turned to your mother, seeking support. “Mom, please!”

She sighed, looking down. “It's only for the nights, sweetheart.” You father groaned, focusing on his meal. “Come on, it's her last summer before going to college.”

“But, wait!” You said, realization hitting you. “I won't be able to party with my friends then—” You father laughed, pointing at you with the knife he had in hand. “That's not fair—”

“That's right, no more parties for you.” He said. “I’d love to know what you were doing on The Cut, the other night. Since when is my daughter hanging out with Pogues?” You sighed, throwing the napkin before leaving the table.“Where do you think you're going?”

“In my room!” You shouted, walking towards the door. “Is it good enough for you? It's on Figure Eight, after all.” You turned around, crossing your arms. “I’m old enough to choose my friends, aren't you tired of judging them?” He rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed. “I wasn't even hanging out with Pogues on Friday night. I was with Rafe, Topper and… Kelce.”

“Right.” He said, wiping his mouth. “Then tell me, what were you doing? If you were hanging out with them, how did you not see—”

“I already told you!” You shouted, losing your composure. “I was with Rafe, we were walking back to his car, we both wanted to leave.” Your mother sighed, drinking. “Whatever, you guys never believe me anyway.”

“Y/N…” Your mother trailed off.

“Probably because you're constantly lying and hiding things!” Your father added, and at this point you knew it was better for you to leave the room.

“I learned from the master himself.” You said, before exiting the kitchen, ignoring him. “Cheating asshole...” You murmured on your way to your bedroom.

It’s true, you were supposedly going to leave with Rafe that night, when you both left the boneyard. However, as soon as you both entered the truck: you magically ended up riding the Kook boy, under the influence.

“Shit-” He moaned, his hands slightly bruising your hips as you bounced on his dick, holding on his shoulders for dear life. “Fuck, Rafe!” You cried, bare chest pressed against his, moaning close to his ear: the sound driving him crazy. His hands moved, caressing your body, his eyes shutting down in a soft whine. You moaned loudly, head falling backwards, giving him enough space to kiss your chest. “Fuck— You feel so good, Y/N.” He said, pounding into you harder, the movement making you fall on him again. You smiled against his neck, ready to answer him before hearing a scream, the sound ruining the moment. “Wait, wait, wait—” You said, panic taking over you. You moved, your back hitting the steering wheel, making Rafe laugh. “What's wrong, Y/N?” He asked, the both of you panting as your hands moved along his toned chest. “You heard that, right?” You asked, the moonlight barely lighting his features through the fogged windows. “Well, of course.” He said, smirking. “I think everyone heard you.” You sighed, smacking his sweaty skin. “I’m serious, Rafe! Someone bloody screamed outside.” He nodded, kissing your forehead. “Relax, baby. It's probably just people messing around.” You weren't convinced by that. “Hey, i’m gonna check, okay?” He said, feeling bad as soon as you started biting your nails. You nodded, moving back to the passenger seat, putting your clothes on. “I’m coming with you.” You opened the door, quickly running to him. “I don't think it's a good—” You held his hand, shutting him off. You both walked around the deserted place, approaching the woods, searching through the darkness, the cold air and a bunch of noises giving you goosebumps. “Wait, what's that?” Rafe asked, stopping along the way to the beach, noticing a body laying on the ground. “Rafe—” You felt your heartbeat increasing, letting go of his hand. “Stay behind me, Y/N.” He said, swallowing hard and approaching it. “Holy shit.” You murmured, covering your mouth as tears emerged from the corner of your eyes, recognizing Kelce’s face, strange marks covering his neck. “Call the cops, Y/N.” Rafe murmured, panic slowly invading him as well. “Go back to the fucking car and call someone, Y/N!” He shouted, kneeling down next to his friend’s body. You walked backwards, almost tripping over something before running back to his truck. You opened the door in a rush, searching for a cellphone. “Shit—” You murmured, shaking as you composed the number. “911, what's your emergency?” A woman asked. “I— My name is Y/N/ L/N, we need an ambulance or the cops, anyone—” You paused, breathless. “Okay, slow down, can you explain to me, what's going on?” “We found a dead body, on our way to the beach, it's our friend—” You suddenly paused, hearing a noise behind you, the sound making you turn around in a silent scream, your eyes scanning the environment in panic, heart pounding against your chest. “Ma'am, are you okay? Can you hear me?” The woman asked, still waiting on the phone. “Shit, I—” You breathed in and out, trying to contain the urge to cry. “We need help, right now, please!”

You turned on the lights, entering your bedroom and closing the door behind you, laying against it in a sigh. You looked over the window, familiar sounds catching your attention: a few knocks, followed by whispers. You moved towards it, a bit anxious as you pulled up the curtains: relaxing as soon as you recognized Rafe’s face.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” You asked, opening the window and watching the tall boy coming inside. “I’m pretty sure we still have a front door.” You added, closing it.

“You're not answering my calls or texts—” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “I was worried.”

“I’m really sorry, Rafe.” You simply replied. “I— I wasn't in the mood to talk. Things have been pretty crazy lately, especially since—” You sighed, crossing your arms. “Kelce's death and the funeral.”

“I missed you, a lot.” He admitted, surprising you. “I know we are not dating or anything but—” You looked down for a second, a bit embarrassed. “We are still friends, right? I missed my friend.” He cleared his throat, fleeing your gaze. “Anyway, we are having lunch at my house tomorrow, everyone is going to be there. It's for Kelce, do you—”

“I’ll come, of course.” You cut him off, giving him a tiny smile.

“Promise me to be careful, out there.” He said, hands cupping your cheeks. “I already lost one of my best friends.” He tried to kiss you, craving your softness but you moved, making this awkward. “Wow, okay...” He said, laughing nervously.

“Fuck, Rafe—” You sighed, rubbing your face. “I— I can't do this right now. It's too much. My parents are on my back constantly, you probably should leave before they—”

“Your parents love me, Y/N!” He said, sighing as you refused to match his enthusiasm. “Okay, it's fine. I can’t stay any longer, Topper is parked in the street, waiting for me. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“That's very sweet.” You said, pushing up on your toes and kissing his cheek, the action making him blush right away. “Be careful, alright? Stay on Figure Eight, it's safer apparently.” He nodded, opening the window himself.

You watched him leave, closing the window behind him as he walked back to Topper’s jeep. Once they were gone, you looked down, noticing a silhouette standing in front of your house, the darkness hiding his identity.

“What the fuck—” You murmured, turning off the lights and shutting down the curtains. A few seconds later, you lifted the curtains a bit, (curiousty teasing you) searching for the stranger’s presence but there was nothing: they were gone.

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A/N: I’m so excited about this series, comment if you want to be add to the tag-list! I’ll post the next part this week!

[alison-anonymous]

I Want to Write a Mikayuu Series

Okay.

So um.

If you're reading this, HELLO. All of you long time ONS fans probably don't know me, but I'm Alison and I'm a hardcore Mikayuu, Mitsunoa, Gureshin, etc shipper. I've been in the ONS fandom for almost a year and dear god. The amount of people telling me that Mikayuu is queerbait is just making me really sad 😅 I'm a writer, and I'm the type of person who honestly feels like the author of a series should have the ability to choose how a story ends without influence of their readers. I mean, if it's their story, then it should be their ending, right? However, I also do have some qualms when it comes to how this "love triangle" between Yu, Mika, and Shinoa is being portrayed. This is entirely my personal opinion, but I feel like Shinoa seems to be forcing herself to love Yu. I honestly don't think she cares for him in a romantic way, but more of a very deep-rooted admiration or even envy that she's trying to convince herself to be romantic love. And Yu has said multiple times that he values Mika's life above his own, that he doesn't know what he would do without him if he were to die again (I mean the fact that he suffered seeing his best friend and potential lover die a first time was definitely scarring enough, PLEASE STOP TORTURING OUR POOR BABIES). And it's basically confirmed by now that when Mika said I love you in the manga, it was in the romantic sense. Even though I wish, I hope, I dream, and I pray that Mikayuu will become canon, I honestly can't say for certain what I think will happen. I think it could sway any way, with Mikayuu becoming canon, Yu and Shinoa becoming canon, or it being one of those ambiguous endings where it's heavily implied but nothing actually happens. And in order to make myself feel better when stuff like this happens, I tend to rewrite the entire story with the ending that I would have liked to see ;)

You're probably wondering where the hell this stranger is going with this. Well, I want to write a book. A series, actually.

One that's inspired by Seraph of the End.

Now, if you're interested in hearing me out, then feel free to keep reading. But if not, continue on with your scrolling, no hard feelings. But if you do, and I really hope that you do, give me a chance to explain.

I want to write a series inspired by Seraph of the End called Bloodsucker (working title, obviously). And this series is going to be a reimagination of ONS with an ending that I would have loved to see in the anime and manga. I plan to have three main characters (please keep in mind that I'm going to have name changes): Yuichiro, Mikaela, and a brand new character, Epic.

Now, I would begin this series a bit before the anime and I'm assuming the manga begins. I'd start with introducing our main three characters as they meet in the orphanage (yes, Epic would be a part of this orphanage as well) and how Epic and Yu try to make moves to run away only to be stopped by Mika and Akane.

I plan to include a scene between Epic and Akane where Epic tries to run out in the middle of the night only to be stopped by Akane, and this is what caused Epic to develop a crush on her (Epic is a girl btw). Then I would begin the whole shit with the vampires and how they set the world on fire and shit, but instead of the apocolypse, I'd make it so that most of the adults died in the fire while the kids were taken alive (because young blood is better and whatnot). This includes our little Hyakuya family. The directors would have tried to trade the kids lives for their own, and due to their selfishness, the vamps killed them and took the kids anyway.

This would begin my first story arc: the prewar.

Epic, Akane, Mika, and Yu would all be living under the vampires at this point along with the rest of the kids in their orphanage. I plan to include lots of moments of bonding that heavily imply Epic loves Akane even though she doesn't know it yet and Mika loves Yu, but Yu is fucking oblivious. The four begin to plot their escape, but while Mika and Akane (yes Akane too) are making deals with the vampires to help out with their family, Epic is constantly finding herself getting dragged along to visit Queen Krul. The pink haired vamp has a soft spot for her for some reason and often tells her that Epic and her family are "special" or sum shit. And she's super confused and semi grossed out. But none of the vamps ever dare to hurt her so she thinks it's fine. Then one day they all plot their escape and it's much more planned out and lengthy and less rushed than it is in the anime. Things almost seem to work out until the vampires stop them

And Mika and Akane DIE.

I know. I'm horrid.

Epic is standing here in shock as she watches the love of her life die before her and Mika BEGS for Yu to take Epic and run while they can. So while in the series only Yu survives, he obeys Mika and both him and Epic survive this. They're found by Guren (a new character I haven't come up with yet lol) and Yu is super protective over Epic, not wanting anyone to take the only piece of his family he has left (he's a fucking mess without Mika let's just be honest) and Guren ends up taking them under his wing.

Now we hit the second arc. Still with me?

The War.

Hold onto your hats everyone because this is where shit is about to get complicated. So I do plan to have a bit of a time skip into the current spot where Yu and Epic are attending school with Guren as their father figure and they've become very close. So close that Yu refuses to work with anyone else but her. They end up getting onto Shinoa Squad (obviously going to be completely different in my version) and they get put onto the battlefield. But here's the catch. Well, two catches.

Yu and Epic do have demon weapons. I do plan to try to incorporate that into this. BUT the backstory is different. I plan to make it so that the vampires obviously see the humans as fies. Insignificant things that are more playthings than threats. And they didn't want to have to deal with killing all of them, so they sent demons in their place to handle it. But the humans were able to form deals or "contracts" with the demons and therefore turned the vampires' own secret weapon against them.

Now, catch no. 2

So, Epic, Mika, and Yu aren't seraphs in this. But they are something else. I'm going to try to explain this as simply as I can, but each of them (besides Mika since he doesn't have a demon) have 3 souls inside their body:

Soul 1 is their current soul, the one that identifies as Mika or Epic or Yu.

Soul 2 is their demon soul, like what Asuramaru is to Yu.

And soul 3 is their archangel soul (I might change that name later on).

So I'm just going to come right out and say it. In this series, Epic is the villain.

Yes.

You read that right.

Epic is the villain. But she doesn't know that she is. These Soul 3s were reincarnated into the current bodies of Mika, Epic, and Ari (and I know that's not exactly how it works but screw logic this is just a fucking concept) from their lives centuries ago.

These souls existed way before vampires existed and Epic (or Essie) was very close friends with Yu (or Aytigin). Aytigin was in love with Haru (Mika) but for one reason or another, they couldn't be together. Essie wanted to do something, willing to do anything to make the two of them happy. So she made a deal that brought the vampires into creation so that Haru and Aytigin could be happy. She was willing to sacrifice everything that they stood for so that the two of them could be in love together.

She had good intentions, but of course Haru and Aytigin were furious because now the vampires were turning against the humans and they all basically died. Until they were reborn respectively, but unknowingly.

Now picking back up in the present, Yu and Epic are fighting in one of the main battles and the two are very confused when the vampires make a very deliberate attempt not to hurt Epic. They're unsure as to why, but Guren tells them not to worry about it.

Suspicious bastard.

Anyway, it's revealed finally that MIKA IS ALIVE

BUT HE'S ALSO DEAD

Yes he is a vampire. And Yu falls in love all over again upon seeing him, and after a bunch of struggling, Epic gets kidnapped. At first she gets strangled by Lacus and then she gets kidnapped by Ferid who doesn't kill her surprisingly.

Oh and uh... Ferid is nice in this. He's still a fucking creep, but he's a lot nicer than he is in the series. I plan to make Queen Krul or whoever I turn her into be the villain.

Anyway, they take Epic back to the vampire palace or whatever and Queen Krul and Epic are reunited! And Krul is the one who reveals to Epic exactly who she, Mika, and Yu are and this is what sparks Epic's fall to insanity.

I mean, she's the killer. She's the one who brought them into this world. She's responsible for every death the vampires cause.

I would go crazy too.

So, she manages to escape (partially thanks to Mika) and the two join Yu and the others again and it's revealed a second time exactly what is going on. And while no one actually blames Epic on the Shinoa Squad, that doesn't stop people like Kureto and even herself from blaming.

And this causes her demon to go haywire.

She begins losing her marbles, almost killing her teammates and trying to kill herself, all while the three begin to experience dreams or visions of their Soul 3s.

While all this shit is going on, there's heavy romance between Mika and Yu because these two lovers just got reunited and FUCK did they have glow ups but yes -

Oh. And there is another spark for Epic, even though she doesn't think she's worthy of love.

Okay. I'm just gonna say it.

Lacus falls in love with Epic. Yes. You read that correctly too.

I plan to make the two of them get trapped together at some point and they have to work together to escape. It's during this time that Epic realizes he's not all that bad and has some form of self control and he realizes that she's the most interesting thing he's ever met in this disgusting and boring life and damn do her eyes look pretty-

But yes. She forms a permanent alliance with him that he jokes about as marriage and they meet on other occassions too, but lol yes.

Anyway, blah blah blah, more fall to insanity, the Soul 3s take over their bodies on multiple occasions and there's a lot of bonding and fighting and Epic and Mika somehow manage to get some of the vampires on the human side.

And in the end, Epic and Yu basically sacifice themselves to save the human race and kill Queen Krul. It's a very rough ending I haven't quite perfected yet, but Yu has a moment like he did with the King of Salt. But though he inflicted a lot of damage, it's not enough. So while the team is worried about him, Epic takes this opportunity to fix her and Essie's mistakes.

She allows both Essie and her demon to take control of her body and dies on the battlefield. Queen Krul is eliminated. Most of the vampires are gone. The humans won.

Horray.

Epic is dead.

Kinda. Yu and Mika take her back home and this is the preview to the last arc where everyone's in the hospital and Epic's in a coma. Mika and Yu barely ever leave her side and it's only when Lacus of all people comes to visit that she fucking wakes up.

Okay. Are you still with me? Now come with me to the final arc.

The Post-War.

No my friend. It doesn't end there. Because Mika and Lacus are still vamps and life still sucks and I drank too much coffee this morning.

No it's not over yet.

So flash forward a couple years and Kureto and Crew are working as the heads of this city. Stuff is being rebuilt, people are settling down in homes, Lacus and some of the other "good" vampires find jobs, and Mika, Yu, and Epic get a house together (in case I didn't mention before, Epic is pansexual. She loved Akane dearly and I plan to include scenes where she sees her in her mind and dreams like Mikayuu so she's never truly gone, but she falls for Lacus too when he's not being a sadistic asshole). Things are going strangely when

BAM. Epic and Yu come up with a cure for vampirism.

How, you may ask? I don't fucking know, I haven't read about it in the manga yet but before we come up with an idea for it, imma say they came up with it through a spell. They share their findings with Guren and soon all vampires are being cured, most notably Mika, Lacus, and even Rene.

BUT and there's always a but, Kureto passes a new law claiming all vampires to be property. That any vampire or previous vampire or even vampire supporter/owner that tries to disobey these new laws is to be killed immediately. Now Epic and Yu are in jeopardy because their ex-vampires are in danger (Epic and Lacus have been hanging out a lot more and he's proven himself to be a decent guy. Contrary to popular belief, I headcanon him as not really knowing what to do when he actually cares about someone since he's been a heartless vamp for so long. So when he turns to Mika and begrudgingly asks him for LOVE ADVICE of all fucking things, Mika is ready to die). So basically, Mika and Lacus end up getting locked up along with the other ex-vamps (including Ferid which was a pain in the ass) and did I forget to mention that there's a proposal?

Oh yeah, Yu proposes to Mika and the blond still has yet to give him an actual answer because poor baby is still having a hard time accepting that Yu can love a "monster" like him.

But anyways, now Epic and Yu are furious and SHINOA SQUAD IS BACK IN BUSINESS. With the help of Guren and Shinya and everyone, they form a sort of rebellion and blah blah blah they manage to get Mika and Lacus and everyone out and blah blah blah they all get separated and Lacus begins to get INSANELY protective of Epic and ends up confessing his feelings to her before he nearly dies and blah blah blah did I forget to mention that I'm making Mitsunnoa and Kimizuki x Yoichi canon and blah blah blah.

Epic kisses Lacus as an instinct. Lacus kisses her again. Mika accepts Yu's proposal then almost dies AGAIN. I kill off some characters for emotional tugs and after a ton of more fighting and revenge and psychological breakings later, Kureto is killed. And Guren (or someone else haven't decided yet) is the new head of their city.

Epic, Mika, and Yu finally let Akane and the kids go. There's a lot of Shinoa Squad bonding but this is a summary so I haven't included much besides the main three. Epic and Lacus becomes canon. Mika and Yu get married. Guren and Shinya get married. Shinoa gets pregnant.

And everyone gets the FUCKING HAPPY ENDING THAT THEY ALL FUCKING DESERVE BECAUSE FUCK

I do plan to be slightly ruthless like the creator and include a lot of heartbreaking scenes, but it's going to be much different than ONS but I still want it to hold on to some core relationships.

I just want them to be happy. And I just want to make other people happy because fuck I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY

So. Yeah.

That's Bloodsucker...

So my question to you is... if I wrote this shit.

If I sat down and typed about 30 books roughly inspired by Seraph of the End and Mikayuu and Mitsunnoa and shit...

Would anyone read it?

♡ a.a.