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Can you draw Felix Agreste x Bridgette (PV Marinette) from "Ladybug PV"?

Sorry for the wait, here‘s a sketch!

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Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

-They‘re just so good for each other. Luka is such a calming presence in Marinette‘s chaotic life and helps her relax when she feels anxious and unsure of herself, always willing to be there for her and offer a helping hand during tough times. Marinette has a deep appreciation not only for Luka‘s ability to play music but also hear heart songs, as if she understood immediately what he meant after listening to him play for the first time. They feed off each other‘s creative energy and are just generally so wholesome together. I could talk about them forever, they make me so happy!!

-Luka is the best boy, and deserves love from the girl he adores

-Luka/Marinette had 3900 works on AO3

-I just woke up and am too lazy to think of words for my favorite couple so here's some gifs as propaganda

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Oh my god

They are literal soulmates

in every regard

You cannot change my mind

And not only because Luka is best boy and goes above and beyond for Marinette and gives her the most beautiful love confession in the entire show

It is because they literally have the most special and unique connection from every couple in the show, not only romantic but also platonic

It starts off with captain hardrock, the first time they meet, they‘re a little awkward at first, until he invites her to sit and Luka plays out Marinette‘s heart

And she doesn‘t judge him or thinks he‘s weird or is confused. She gives him a look of curiousness and of genuine admiration and asks „how do you do that?“

She immediately realized Luka is special for his gift of hearing people‘s hearts. And I can easily imagine that people would see Luka as weird and cringe (like parts of the fandom did), so imagine what it must‘ve been like to get appreciation for something like that. She‘s impressed and wants to learn more.

They interacted for about two minutes at this point and they‘re already smitten by each other.They already have a wholesome dynamic that feels so realistic for two teenagers who are attracted to each other. Again, after two minutes of meeting.

And it goes on through the episode, speaking highly about each other and Luka basically self-sacrificing himself so Marinette can escape

(I‘m certain he knew Marinette would come back for everyone one way or another. And she did)

An amazing set up for an amazing couple🩷💙

From there on every time we see them together when they‘re (not to be salty) not undermined by another ship they keep being there for each other through hard ships

Their both artistic kids and respect and admire the other for it (See Silencer, the best episode of the whole show)

It also just shows that Luka isn‘t the center of Marinette‘s life. Instead she‘s a girl with ambition who just happens to have a crush on a guy. Silencer is her being the best version of herself and Luka doesn‘t actively try to change her. He‘s literally just existing around her. For show‘s standards that‘s incredible. It takes away the one thing people don‘t like about her, what more could you want?

And then when their music gets stolen, Marinette literally starts beef with Bob Roth, a super influential man in the industry who could destroy them both, just to save Luka‘s music from getting stolen! She’s not even afraid or second guesses herself, she just goes all in and threathens him to reveal everything on live tv.

Wife material through and through.

Which leads to the most wholesome confession in the entire show. Not only as an akuma

BUT LATER AS REGULAR LUKA

AND MARINETTE IS SO TOUCHED BY IT

And by the end of season 3, they give the relationship a shot. Without Mari pretending she‘s over Adrien, but with full honesty about her feelings. And that‘s really the most fair way they could‘ve gone about it. They don‘t promise each other wedding rings and kids, they‘re just two people in love who wanna create art and have them be muses for each other and just like each other without any pressure from outside. It really those silent moments where it‘s just them where Marinette is her best self and Luka is his best self.

They are so so SO GOOD for each other.

„But Blueberry, Marinette broke up with him and lied to Luka!“

RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME

The problems these two had ultimately were never intrinsic problems that they fundamentally don‘t work together as people, it‘s really outside forces keeping them apart. Had Marinette not been LB, they would‘ve literally had no reason for a break up and crushes on other people are things people can get over.

Plus, even as exes they keep being there for each other, having a wholesome and healthy friendship. That‘s a big deal! Nice hard feeling or anything, they just want what‘s best for each other, even if they aren’t a couple anymore.

And yet still look at each other like this

And just overall being super touchy with each other

And put the safety over the other above their own values, even though it means they have to lie about what they know. It hurts both of them but you know how it is, nothing hurts like true love. And yet they forgive each other because they never wanted to intentionally hurt each other

They‘re still SO in love with each other argue with a wall.

(Also it‘s this episode when Mari says „you always find the right words“ even though in Luka‘s introduction he says he‘s not good with words. I bet 1000000€ Marinette was the one which helped Luka be a better communicator with words. The support for each other always went both ways I know it they told me)

But even just as platonic buddies, look me in the eye and tell me that these two will not have each other in their lives forever, I dare you. If one of them jumps into danger, the other jumps after them. If one of them has troubles of any sort, the other will listen, because they know nobody will understand them as good as each other.

They‘re ride or die forever and I think that‘s fucking beautiful. So yeah folks, show the blueberries some love because they deserve the recognition just like they deserve each other🫐🩷💙

Thanks for coming to my propaganda ted talk

Luka Couffaine/Therapy

-Therapy... so much therapy

-As much as I ship Lukadrinette and all its sides, Luka/Therapy should 100% win, lol

-So many of the propagandas for other ships (outside of two or three) were about what Luka could do for the other person, not how they were the best match for him! That means our boy needs to go get some professional help (therapy) so he doesn't become everyone's personal 'fix-it' guy/partner!

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Jade, my love! You‘ve been breaking my heart 17 chapters in a row, so it was to be expected, but this time… damn. I‘ve never had such a visceral reaction while reading something. It physically hurt reading this, I’ve actually cried… I don’t remember that ever happening. I feel empty now. Their conversation during the ride home, accepting that Hyun „doesn’t care“, feeling left out now that Kairi and Chan are back together, doubting her decision of moving to the city, the fear during her horrible interaction with Jieong (never meet your heroes), the horrifying thought that your dreams might’ve turned out to be a nightmare, the breakdown that led to her rash decision, just for Hyun to finally do what she’s been wishing for all the time she’s been in Seoul - just being there… This chapter left me depressed. I’m aware this sounds like a bad review, but I’m such a sucker for angst, as you probably know at this point, so this is actually meant to be a huge compliment. Your writing is truly astonishing, the way it makes the readers feel so intensely, how it makes you question how much someone can and should take and if giving up is really so bad if it makes you feel so shitty (applies to both the situation with Hyun and Jieong) because honestly, I don‘t know if I could‘ve handled that in real life. And also, how fucking REAL your writing is. The angst and Y/N‘s feelings are never overdone, unjustified or annoying as it sometimes can be (especially with heavy angst stories), nor does it feel fabricated. It feels real, raw and realistic.

Honestly, with Hyun showing up at the end, my reaction was a bit like „too little, too late“, so I hope she‘ll actually leave Seoul instead of caving in. If staying was her decision, of course she should go for it, but just because Hyun decided to show up for once and convince her… that would actually be a bit toxic, even. I get his situation is complicated, but for someone who keeps saying he doesn‘t want to hurt her and made those decisions to protect her, he does seem to always be taking the easy way out in a way. He’s a bit of a coward, even if his reasons are justified. He can make it up to her by exposing that piece of shit professor, lol because I‘m sure he‘ll find out and get all protective. Also saying this about Hyun, despite it sounding like the complete opposite, is also a huge compliment to your writing because since he‘s not actually an asshole, it just means I love Y/N so much, that I get overprotective. You know how when your best friend‘s S/O fucks up just a little bit and you‘re immediately wary and you‘ll remember it for a long while and kind of resent him for it? That‘s exactly how I‘m feeling, so Kudos to you because in the concerningly big amount of books I’ve read the past couple of years, I‘ve never loved an MC so much, most of the time I hardly even like them.

Some of my thoughts for the future plot: I‘m getting panicked at this point, lol. I‘ve started thinking „Oh, we don‘t have many chapters left in SLWY and they still haven‘t confessed/had sex/gotten together etc.“, so I‘m like „Fuck, I hope we can still get enough peaceful, happy, romantic couple moments between the two. And this might be an unpopular opinion, but I truly hope that the boys decide to disband in order to live peaceful and private lives with their loved ones (and I can lowkey see you actually writing that, but then again I don‘t, you‘re amazingly unpredictable) since this is obviously a depressing life to lead without getting much out of it, as thankful as I am for real life SKZ existing… Also, I hope the professor gets exposed big time (or beaten within an inch of his life), maybe with Karina‘s (her comments make me think that Y/N isn’t the only student he harassed) help because I think I‘d actually pull my hair out if he doesn‘t suffer consequences, but I trust in you bringing justice to our Y/N. I‘m excited and curious in general about what you‘re gonna to with the rest of the story, but I know it‘s gonna be amazing.

Sorry for that long ass word vomit message, but I‘m all kinds of overwhelmed by this chapter. Every time I think you can‘t outdo yourself… damn, your potential is unreal. Thank you, I love you and STOP GIVING US SUCH BRUTAL CLIFFHANGERS I AUDIBLY SCREECHED OUT OF FRUSTRATION!!!

P.S.: I had a really bad day today and reading that masterpiece made it so much better!

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i promise the angst will end soon. when i read your review, i realise how heavy that last chapter was im sorry but im happy you liked it so much that it made you viscerally react ...also thank you for letting me know that you agree with yn's reactions/think they're realistic. that's always good to hear haha. :)

what you said about hyunjin, too little too late, mayy be right. he has been taking the easy way out, at least in yn's eyes, and let's see how he may resolve or come back from that ! but speaking of what you said, i also promise to give you enough happy moments haha.

thank you so much for this beautiful review. your predictions are very sound and make me intrigued as fuck. thank you, and I hope you're having a better day today!

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Hi Spooky !!! Sorry I’ve been kinda dead on the asks end (i have been keeping up with terrible trilogy and I’m loving it) but the Scream 6 trailer ?????? WHAT ????

Okay so I wasn’t as excited for it, specially because of Neve not being in it (still hoping that’s just them trying to trick us but she’s actually in the movie) but holy fucking shit the new tRAILER ????

YES !! YES !! I started screaming when watching the trailer “it’s Stu ! He survived ! It’s the cult plotline” cause I don’t fucking know where I saw this but Im SURE that one of the scrapped plots for 3 was Stu survived, went to jail and in jail found this cult like following and used them to terrorize Sidney (damn we could‘ve had it all)

The knife thing, the old ghostface mask, the literal fucking cult he has now !! All those ppl in the train (?) are probably red herrings, just ppl in their Halloween costumes, BUT OH MY GOD WHAT IF THEIR ALL IN THE CULT AND KILLING PPL ??? Actually terrifying

GF with a gun was hot (obviously) but I also lost it a little like ??? IS THAT ALLOWED ??? HE CANT HAVE A FUCKING GUN ??? Hot and also very scary (fucking delicious)

I’m now so excited for this fucking movie !! It’ll be the first Scream movie I get to see in theaters 🥺 so im really happy it’s gonna happen and I stg if I see Matthew Lillard getting unmasked— SPECIALLY if they pull some “Surprise Sidney” call back I think I’ll just cum immediately (is that too much ???? Nooo.... maybe ?? Idk you tell me skskskks)

If it’s not Stu however I think i have accidentally ruined this one for myself KSKSKSKS oh god

Star! I missed you where have you been loca? 😭💘

No valid!! I was so against it w/o Neve, I was like meh looks alright with the first trailer but the second??? I'm so sorry Neve but I gotta see it 🥲🎟

Him having a cult would be so damn amazing, never done before, scary af and SO FITTING FOR STU MACHER! AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SHRINE? IMAGINE STU HAVING BILLY'S GF COSTUME IN THE MIDDLE AND OBSESSING OVER GETTING HIS KID TO DIE OR JOIN HIM

Everyone talks about Billy but Stu was by far the scariest. Jill was really the only GF imo trying to hold a candle to Billy (We can't count Roman bc he was on his own and the original technically and Mrs. Loomis as well obviously). But how many GF's have we had try to be like Stu? Mickey may have fanboyed Billy but he acted like Stu, Amber for sure, Charlie gladly took Stu's role next to Jill's Billy (Slapping himself and saying just like Billy and Stu the lil nerdling) Why? BECAUSE STU WAS THE MOVIE AND YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD A GF DUO LIKE BILLY AND STU

Stu was the og whose death wasn't clear, he was the goat and the franchise is doing such a fucking disservice to Matthew and fans by not finally showing SOMETHING to do with Stu Macher. 5 Movies and he's barely even mentioned??? No hate to Roman stans but it should have been Stu. BUUTTT Scream 6 looks infinitely better than 3 so if we get Stu in 6 being the baddest fucking GF we've ever seen AND with a cult following; I will be happy.

No it's not to much bc if I see Stu being that skilled with a shotgun and a knife pulling some marvel moves and shit? That's gonna be my porn forever. The edits of this mystery GF already have me feeling a certain way 😩❤️‍🔥😏🥵

(Give me peepaw GF I NEED IT if Michael Myers fans get a middle aged to old man to simp for so do we damn it)

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A/N: sorry for this long af hiatus😭 I‘ve been having some things to do but I‘m gonna continue this series!! Lmk if u wanna be in the taglist <3

Enjoy!

CW: swearing, ghost hunting, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, mentions of death

Atsumu:now it‘s said when you do that, you can see his glowing eyes

Sakusa: oh what a load of horse shit

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Bokuto: if they had the foresight to write that clue, why not leave more clues?

Kuroo: they didn‘t have like a fridge that they could put a little magnet and note on

Bokuto: no, I mean-

Kuroo: did they have quills?

Bokuto: they obviously had a tree and fence posts they could carve into. Why didn‘t they carve a little map?

Kuroo: they could‘ve just added like a „c u there“

Bokuto: somethin‘ like that, help 'em out

Kuroo: „fui went to Croatoan“

Bokuto: „b back never“

Kuroo: „ttyl“

Bokuto: hahaha „c u soon“

Kuroo: „-ur fam“

Bokuto: „or not cuz we‘re dead“

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Mattsun: mass abduction! Maybe they all lined up in a row and just got in the tractor beam one at a time

Oikawa: yeah

Mattsun: it‘s like when you go to the bank and they—it‘s—it‘s one of those little chutes— just people lining up to get

Oikawa: oh yeah, just go into, like,the—

Mattsun: in that pneumatic tube

Oikawa: just sucked into the tube, yeah

Mattsun: thounk, thounk, thounk

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Tendou: [talking to the ghost]do you realize you could have probably killed somebody inside this bar?

Shirabu: He doesn‘t care. He was full of gin.

Tendou: I‘m talking to him

Shirabu: oh

Shirabu: [to the ghost] You didn‘t care you were full of gin, right?

Tendou: We‘re gonna give you one minute to explain yourself.

Shirabu: Were you expectin‘ to hear on this tape, like a, "Well, see here‘s the thing.“

Tendou: *laughs*

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Daichi: Executions became sort of a morbid social event, with crowds of rowdy and drunk people gathering to watch as a form of entertainment or fascination.Some people would even arrive the night before, to ensure a good view. In fact, one pub that still stands today across the street from Viaduct, called Magpie and Stump, would have viewing rooms that people could rent out, and even offered an execution breakfast.

Suga: I love it, I love everything about it.

Daichi: *laughs* I knew you would.

Suga: I really do.

Daichi: I knew you‘d enjoy that.

Suga: *laughing*

Daichi: hahah…Holy shit. *Side eyeing suga*

Suga: I really do love it. *Suga laughs* They get a little breakfast. It‘s like goin‘ to Disneyland. You know how people in Disneyland get like, a little restaurant seat right by so they can see the parade?

Daichi: *still side eyeing suga* yeah.

Suga: This is like that, but you watch a man‘s neck break.

Daichi: *looking to the camera and to suga* okay

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Kita: Shall we get outta here?

Atsumu: Yeah, here‘s your toys.

Kita: It‘s not a toy.

Atsumu: It‘s your magical toys.

Kita: It‘s a tool.

Atsumu: *drops it*

Kita:

Atsumu:

Atsumu: I didn‘t do that on purpose.

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Tsukishima: Maybe there was some other stuff going on with him. I feel like maybe he ate some moldy bread or something.

Hinata: *sigh* you and the moldy bread, that‘s your number one.

Tsukishima: that‘s what happened to those people in france.

Hinata: Actually, that‘s your number of your— here‘s Tsukishima‘s starter kit, you wanna be a tsukkiac (LMAO IDK), here‘s your starter kit

Tsukishima: eat some moldy bread.

Hinata: you gotta be fond of wind.

Tsukishima: uh-huh

Hinata: You gotta love squeaky shoes.

Tsukishima: uh-huh

Hinata: Moldy bread.

Tsukishima: sure.

Hinata: Boom boom boom, you‘re a tsukkiac now

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Suna: There‘s nothing there.

Atsumu: yeah, I told you.

Suna: I did get spiderwebs in my hair.

Atsumu: you did, look at you. You look like Dr. Henry Jones.

Suna: Hey, another room that looks just like this one.

Atsumu: You look ridiculous with that cobweb in your hair.

Suna: It‘s still in there?

Atsumu: Let me get that out.

Suna: Thank you.

Atsumu: *getting the web out of Suna‘s hair*

Atsumu: *suddenly spluttering and spitting*

Suna: Did you eat it?

Atsumu: It went in my mouth!

Suna: You just tasted history.

Atsumu: *still spluttering and spitting*

Suna: That‘s probably been down here for hundreds of years.

Atsumu: yeah I know! You could‘ve told me that you had so much in your hair. I thought it was just a cobweb.

Suna: I can‘t see the top-

Atsumu: There was a whole pile of rubble on your head.

Suna: I can‘t see the top of my head I don‘t know.

Atsumu: No one could see the top of your head except god.

Suna: *airy laugh* okay

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Semi: At this moment, our camera catches a white orb moving away from Tendou‘s body.

Tendou: So you‘ve resorted to orbs now?

Semi: no,no,no,no

Tendou: Yes,yes,yes,yes

Semi: no,no,no-

Tendou: yes,yes,yes you‘ve resorted to orbs

Semi: ok, I‘m not an orb guy. Here‘s the thing. Am I gonna say this is a monumental piece of paranormal evidence? No, I‘m not. But I‘m gonna say that if orbs are indeed real, then this might be an orb, because it looks a little different than dust or bugs which I‘ve seen a lot of. It‘s moving in a certain way that to me, would suggest that maybe it‘s an orb. I‘m not saying it definitively is an orb, this is just something that some people might find interesting. So, you can wipe that stupid grin off your face, and uhh…just enjoy it. Enjoy that juicy orb.

Tendou: I‘m gonna enjoy this orb.

Semi: You take a bite out of it, it‘s delicious.

Tendou: *crunch* mmmmm dust

Semi: *laughing*

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Hogwarts No.1 Ship

Fandom: Harry Potter  Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader Word count: 3.4k Summary: You - Rubeus Hagrid’s niece and a surprising slytherin - have a crush on the Slytherin prince himself, but you are sugar and he is spice and there is no world where the two of you would fit together...right? Warning: Swearwordsm concussion, broken bones, but mostly fluffffffffff Requested by the amazing and patient (I’m really sorry it took so long) @onlycherryblossom​: Hi! I love your work and I was wondering if you could right a Draco Malfoy x Reader. you know, the one we talked about. It'd be so awesome! i hope you have a good day/night! (I won’t put our chat in here so that I don’t spoiler anything)

Hogwarts had rarely ever known two students who were as opposite to each other as Draco Malfoy and Y/N Hagrid. Draco - who was the embodiment of how people imagined the stereotype of Slytherin to be - was (most of the time) a prideful, cold, unempathetic prick, while you were a selfless, positive thinking, kind and gentle soul that could‘ve been a descendant of Helga Huffelpuff herself. The two of you did have one thing in common though. Your house. The hat had made you both into Slytherins which was on Draco’s side not surprising at all, but quite a shock for everyone who had talked to you for even a minute. Probably the biggest shock was courtesy of Rubeus Hagris - Half-Giant and your adopted uncle (on his father’s side) - who insisted that the hat must have made a mistake, but was quickly shot down by Dumbledoor who assured that the hat didn‘t make any mistakes. After some initial tumbling though, Hagrid realized that the house didn‘t make the person and that it didn‘t matter in what house you were sorted into, you’d always be his little pumpkin. And he was quite right. Even after you had been a Slytherin for just about five years, you had only grown more kind and loving - having bonded with many people in the other houses and years, but not quite as many in your own house. You’d call Blaze and Millicent maybe something close to friends and Pansy tolerated you which is why you gave her the title of ‘good acquaintances‘, but other than that you didn‘t really have a lot of contact with them in your free time. The most complicated relationship you held though was the one to the aforementioned Draco Malfoy. In a weird twist of fate the two of you somehow became the main ship in Hogwarts (with Harry and Ginny or Harry and Hermione as close second) even though you couldn‘t remember more than two or three times that you had talked to the boy outside of a classroom or study environment. Sure, he had never bullied or teased you which already differentiated you from most of the students, but you simply explained it by the fact that you were a good student - especially in potions class - and behaved well enough to gain a number of house points which made you into a good asset to Slytherin and as such made you a less logical target. Now all in itself that would‘ve been more than fine with you, but for some stupid reason your heart decided to betray you against it‘s better judgement and fall for him. Somehow, even after years of seeing him kick others down and behave like a complete douchebag you couldn‘t help but blush slightly at the mention of his name and feel your heart flutter when you walked by him in the hall or in the common room. The worst part was in potions class where he sat right beside you after Snape deemed your former partner as way too unqualified for one of his best students and exchanged him for Draco. Working with him in and of itself was actually rather nice. He was a good student and did his work thoroughly and mindfully, but you found it hard to concentrate when his hand brushed yours as you read a passage in the book or when he poured ingredients in the coultron that you were stirring. You really tried to ignore your feelings and ban every thought of him, but it seemed like you weren‘t doing the best job at it since your uncle kept asking about what it was that was distracting you all the time. On a rainy October day fairly at the beginning of your fifth year you decided you had enough. You were sitting in your Uncles hut with a plate of more or less edible cookies in front of you and a cup of something that was surely supposed to be tea when you finally gathered the courage to say what you had been meaning to say for weeks now. “Uncle Rubeus, can I ask you something?” Hagrid turned to you with his usual smile as he patted fang who was drooling all over his lap where he had laid his head. “Course ya can pumpkin. What’s it about?” “Uhm...well… you know there is this boy that I-“ “Ohhh Ah see,” Hagrid quickly interrupted you before you could even ask the question, “Ya know, usually I’d be more than happy to help ya with every question you have but ah really don’t thin’ I’m the right person for this, I’m sorry.” A little bit disappointed but not really surprised you just sighed and shook your head, telling him that it was okay, before bidding your goodbyes and making your way back to the castle quietly mulling over what exactly your plan b should be now that plan a had failed and you still had no idea what to do with or how to get rid of your stupid crush on Draco.

“You know what I would do if I were you?“ Ginny asked and pointed the end of her quill at you. The both of you were sitting in a corner of the library where you had planned to help her study for her upcoming potions exam, only for her to basically interrogate you until you admitted that you had an unlucky crush, even though she luckily hadn‘t pushed you to tell her who the guy you had a crush on was. “I‘d probably just tell them, I mean what do you have to lose. Either he‘ll say yes and you‘re happy or he says no and you just avoid him like he doesn‘t even exist - which would honestly be the appropriate reaction if he refuses a snack like you. See, no real downside to it.“ “Oh really? Hmmm, I wonder why you haven‘t told Harry how you feel yet then,“ you teased her and tapped your chin. Ginny‘s face immediately started to rival the colour of her hair and the way she crossed her arms in front of her chest and pouted reminded you of an overgrown toddler - but in a cute way. “I-I don‘t like Harry, okay? I mean I did when I was like ten because he was famous and I was a child,“ she tried to make sure you really knew how silly she wanted you to believe she thought it was by drawing out the word child for a good few seconds before rolling her eyes and looking to the side, “And anyway, it‘s not like he‘d date his best friend’s sister…“ “Oh Gin,“ you immediately felt bad and grabbed one of her hands with yours, “Have you looked at yourself? You‘re amazing and if Harry doesn‘t see that through his stupid invisible cloak and these glasses than he doesn‘t even deserve you.“ “Even though I admit that yes, I am amazing, this isn‘t the topic that we should be conversing about right now, remember? I think there‘s a certain blond Slytherin that you should be worried about more right now.“ Immediately blood shot right to your cheeks and you quickly looked around to make sure no one could‘ve heard her before leaning forward and hissing: “What? No? I don‘t like Draco? Why would you even think that? I never said that he is the one I have a crush on.“ Ginny just raised her eyebrows in an unimpressed manner, leaning back in her chair and picking the quill back up to play around with while she talked. “Listen honey, I‘m not judging you or anything. Don‘t get me wrong, I still and probably will always think Draco is a major asshole and doesn‘t even deserve to breath the same air as you-“ “He isn‘t that bad…“ “Yes he is, but anyways, no matter what I think of him I also know that you are a clever girl that knows how to protect herself and who knows, maybe you‘d even have a good influence on him.“ Images of you and Draco together with your friend group laughing and having fun crossed your mind and you could feel your heartbeat fasten involuntarily. “That‘s all great and good, but like I said, I don‘t have a crush on Draco,“ you gave the hope of getting out of this situation with the lie you‘ve been telling yourself for months still intact one last try, but Ginny didn‘t give it the time of day. “Oh please, I see the way you look at him in the dining hall and how your eyes are always on him when he‘s playing quidditch and just now you defended him even though the two of you aren‘t even friends. My love-radar is pinging like crazy around the two of you which is why I, Ginny Wealey also known as the love witch-“ “No one calls you that,“ you interrupted her only to be shushed by an evil glare. “I, Ginny Weasley, will help you in fulfilling your desire and getting together with Draco and I already have the perfect plan.“ “No no no no, please don‘t! Don‘t do this! Ginny no!“ you tried to make your point clear but she was already cleaning up her stuff and getting ready to leave. “Don‘t worry oh sweet Y/N, the next time we‘ll talk everything will be set in motion,“ she winked before dashing off leaving you standing in her figurative dust with your mouth agape for a few seconds before you let your head sink onto the table. This would definitely take an interesting turn…

After that you definitely started to actively avoid Draco which was - surprisingly enough - not as easy as you thought. Somehow he was almost always at least in your near vicinity. Besides the obvious factors of class (where you tried to focus on working and on praying whatever Ginny had planned wouldn‘t happen) and when you were eating in the great hall (where you had resorted to sitting at the very end of the table as far away from him as possible) he seemed to also be there in your free time. You were relaxing in the common room? He was there reading a book. You were outside with Harry and co.? Guess who’s coming their way to insult them (while not saying a single bad thing about you). By now there were just about three places where you were sure that he wouldn’t be able to pop up at any given moment. Your room, the bathroom and the potions classroom on Wednesday and Friday afternoon when class has already ended. After Snape had realized that he had some real potions-potential sitting in front of him he offered you extra credit as some sort of teaching assistant which basically meant that you helped him prepare lessons, helped him grade the first to third years tests and that you cleaned up and organized the potions classroom twice a week. Now usually, knowing that you were more than capable of handling the potions and ingredients standing around on your own after having seen you do it for a few months, you‘d be alone while you cleaned up except for the occasional visit of your professor to tell you which ingredients you should put on the students desks for the next class, but for some reason the next Friday - three days after Ginny had made her promise to you - the door already stood open and you could hear Professor Snape talking to someone. “I really expected better of you, your action is the reasons Slytherin has lost 50 housepoints and I hope you know that it is on you to gain them back, no matter your status,“ Snape‘s voice carried to where you stood and you wondered who the student was if Snape went so easy on them with his lecture. Usually you‘d be afraid for your life after losing even ten house points so getting such a calm reaction for 50 must‘ve really meant something. Your questions about the identity of the student were answered when you entered the dungeon room and immediately felt yourself freeze. Of course not even you (time dependent) sanctuary was safe anymore. Of course Draco just had to stand there and look at you without any identifiable emotion in his gaze. “Ah, Miss Hagrid, right on time as always,“ Snape nodded after he also noticed you and you felt slightly more at ease knowing that with him there nothing could really happen. “Should I come back later?” you asked politely, not sure if you had interrupted something. “No, you may stay. Mister Malfoy over here has got himself caught trying to sabotage McGonagall class, a childish act which I would’ve expected of the Weasleys but really not from you. As a punishment he will be the one to clean the potions classroom bi-weekly from now on until he has regained the house points lost. You’ll supervise him.” “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure I understand.” “Malfoy will do all the cleaning but since he has no experience with it I can’t just leave him alone so, since you’d be here anyway, you can watch him and make sure that everything goes orderly.“ It wasn‘t really a question as much as a command, something that you were used to from Snape, so you just nodded and bid him goodbye as he went to his office, leaving you and Draco behind. By now you had seen through what was happening. This was Ginny‘s plan. Somehow she must‘ve managed to blame Malfoy for the prank on McGonagall - something rather extreme given the taken house points- hoping (or somehow knowing) that his punishment would force you to spend at least an hour with him alone in a dimmed room twice a week. Inwardly you cursed your friend, while outwardly you tried everything to avoid directly looking at Draco as you explained his tasks to him before you sat down at your usual place and pulled out a book really hoping you could get him to not talk to you that way. Either your plan was working great or Draco just really didn‘t care for you, because an hour later you still hadn‘t exchanged any words, instead he dutifully, but slightly pouting, had done his job while you shot him the occasional glance to make sure he was doing it correctly. “I think that was all, you should be good to go now,“ you told him with a small smile, relieved that you were finally free to leave the room and with that the tension that had built up inside you as a mix of nervousness and fear. Draco had opened his mouth to respond when a third year came rushing inside with at least twelve books in her arms that almost towered over her which she quickly placed on a table, slightly out of breath. “Professor Snape sent me. He said these have to be sorted and put away.” You could probably feel Draco’s sigh before he had made it and - not really fond of spending more time so frustratingly close to your crush and yet so far - you just nodded and told both of them that you’d take care of it and that they could leave, which both promptly did. You took the books and carried them to the back of the room where a sole, old bookshelf was standing - since the students mostly had their own books - and started putting them away when you heard a sickening crunch before suddenly the shelf including books came crashing down at you and before you could even think to pull out your wand, the world turned black.

“I’m so so so sorry, you were right I shouldn’t have interfered, if I’d just listened to you you wouldn‘t be lying here now,“ Ginny whined from beside your bed where she had been sitting for the past twenty minutes apologizing over and over again and blaming herself for the broken arm, leg and the concussion that had you unable to leave the infirmary for the next three days to a week. “Ginny, how often do I gotta tell you, it isn’t your fault! I would’ve sorted those books in anyways - no matter if you had pulled that prank or not - and it would’ve fallen anyways,” you tried to reassure her and gave her a soft smile. “But-“ “No but, okay? We can’t change the past anyways, and even if we could I wouldn’t because thanks to you, I don’t have to take that stupid DADA test.” Your attempt to lighten the mood seemed to work, because soon you and Ginny were back to your usual conversation-style and it relieved you immensely. It made you feel okay again. She was just telling you of a stung Harry had pulled in the Gryffindor Common room when she suddenly paused mid sentence and looked up. You followed her eyes to where they were placed firmly on a certain Platinum blond boy that looked simultaneously like he’d rather be everywhere else and like he was glad to be there, it was a sight to see. “I think I’ll leave for now, I’ll come back later with tons of sweets that Luna and I are going to steal from Harry’s personal stash,” Ginny said goodbye and gave you a wink as she walked away making you torn between wanting to roll your eyes and feeling yourself blush. Unsure of what to do next you motioned to the chair that Ginny had just occupied and Draco seemed to get the hint because he quickly sat down. “Hey-“ “Hi-“ “Sorry, you first.” “No it’s fine, you’re injured, you go first.” “Well, uhm-“ you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, “-I wanted to thank you, for bringing me here I mean, Madame Pomfrey told me you carried me all the way.” You looked away hoping that he wouldn’t see how nervous you were. “You don’t need to thank me, I couldn’t just let you lay there buried under books, your not Granger after all,” he said, seemingly trying to joke but immediately noticed that it was probably not the best thing to say given that you and Hermione were good friends. “Listen, what I came here for,” now it was Draco’s turn to take a deep breath, “I’ve been meaning to tell you something, but you were always with Potter or avoiding me or whatever, but after I saw you lying there… I guess I was just worried for you, I really don’t want you to get hurt.” Now that definitely caught your attention. For a second you played with the thought that this could possibly not be Malfoy but just someone else playing him with the help of polyjuice potion because he was definitely not acting like himself, but something in his word convinced you otherwise. “Thanks, I think, but would you mind me asking why? I mean...we’re not really the closest of friends,” you asked him, looking directly into his face to search signs of a possible answer. “Fuck it, I like you, okay? Happy?” You were completely stunned. Stunned, speechless, shocked. In all the time that you had been crushing on him you had never even really considered even the slightest possibility that he could reciprocate your feelings but now here he was telling you straight up. “You-You like me? Like like-like me?” You asked, just really wanting to be sure. There was a hint of nervousness and worry in his eyes, but he hid it behind a wall of annoyance. “You heard me, didn’t you? So, just get it over with, do you like me too or do you not, because if you don’t then I don’t want to waste my time any longer.” This definitely sounded more like the Draco you were used to and you had to giggle a little bit. “Yes, yes I like you too,” you confessed and like it was the most natural thing in the world you moved the uninjured hand over to where he laid on your bed and took it in yours. For the moment, you were caught in the shimmer of happiness and glee at having your crush there with you, definitely something more than your crush, and it would probably take a while until you‘d realize that there were some interesting things to follow, like telling your uncle about this for example...

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I would very much like to hear about your spooky scary Sirens, pretty please 🥺

AJKSJAKISJAJAJF Ok so I almost had a heart attack when I saw you were following me because YOU’RE SO COOL so thank you

I already wrote about my spooky scary sirens over here, and they have pictures and I would be willing to write a short thing with them later but for right now I’m gonna pick a different thing and blab about it.

The most fleshed out and cohesive thing I have is the vampire band nerd slasheresque story with a police chase followup as well as a separate zombie apocalypse thing, so ig I’ll go with that. More under cut and warning for like a lot of gore and death and angst. I’m also only doing the first part of that because this is taking a long ass time

I came up with this in junior high, and I was in band, and I noticed that each instrument section had different personalities sort of, so I made characters around that and put them in a horror plot where they all die horribly, because what else are you gonna do? This is gonna be a plot rundown and it might get real long. (It is no longer a rundown. Its just unedited word vomit.)

anyways a bunch of friends, who I’m just gonna call by their instrument names, go camping in the woods for a couple weeks. They all take one car and set up in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

Clarinets a vampire pretending to be a high schooler for kicks, because she was 15 when she turned 5 years ago and got dragged away to the magic underworld (basically a series of safehouses and towns for the supernatural) and she wants a letterman goddamnit.

She gets adopted into a friendgroup despite her best efforts, and gets dragged along on the camping trip in the small car and close quarters with a buddy system and she hasn’t eaten anything substantial in like two months and its proving to be a problem when she starts thinking of her friends as snacks instead of people.

one night, percussionist gets up to go on a 3 am lake walk. But, the buddy system. So he takes Clarinet, who never seems to sleep anyways, with him.

They’re on the edge of a lake littered with huge old chunks of driftwood, looking out over the water, when Percussionist steps on something sharp. It went straight through his sandal and he pulls it out without much trouble, but “that nail looks kind of rusty and I’m Pretty Sure I’m bleeding a little bit, oh I hope I don’t need a shot-“

she falls on him like a cat on a wounded songbird. She has enough of her mind left to cover his mouth and stop the screams as he slowly loses blood.

He tries to fight back. He does. he jams the nail deep into her throat and twists away, but she catches his wrist and slams him backward, a sharp stick going through his stomach, sticking him bloody at the base of an old driftwood branch still attached to its old tree.

She stops draining just before he dies. And she waits, and waits, and waits. Finally, hours later, the corpse takes a deep gasp and its eyes fly open. It begins the excruciating process of pulling itself off the tree.

his wound is closed less than a minute later.

he comes to and sees her sobbing on the ground, bloody streaks under her eyes from where she tried to wipe away her tears with hands soaked from putting pressure on his stomach in a feeble attempt to save him.

“Vampires, huh?” He says, half joking, half looking for an explanation.

—-—

they’re sitting around a small campfire, and Clarinet tells him that he’s a vampire, he needs blood, he cant go back to camp or he will eat his friends. She leaves to find him something substantial before he loses it.

back at the original camp, its around sunrise. Flute notices a small trail of smoke not far off, realizes that Percussionist is missing, and gets French Horn to help him look for their idiot friend (and maybe put out a small fire.)

They make it about 3/4th of the way to the smoke when flute trips on a tree root and scrapes his knee. About a mile away, Percussionists head perks up.

He distantly realizes that he just left the campfire that he’s supposed to stay at, but he can‘t seem to care. The hunger doesn’t gnaw at him or hollow him out. Its not like looking for a fix either. Its an itch in his whole body, a near unavoidable function of his being. The hunt is as natural as a cough, a spasm of muscles to take away the awful itch.

He moves faster than he ever could before, and just to see if he can, he jumps up and begins running across the branches of trees. Its slower, but sneakier; his prey won’t see him coming.

Finally, he reaches them. He jumps on the smaller one, sending it crashing to the ground. It’s blood is what brought him here. He sinks his hollow teeth into its neck and begins feeding.

There is a scream and a crash as the taller one runs away. Thats ok. He only needs one.

———

French horn, for her part, is freaking the fuck out. The sun had just peaked over the horizon and orange light was streaming through the trees when everything went to shit.

The pale thing had fallen on Flute, and the noise he made… she was almost certain he was dead now.

She kept running. If she could make it back to camp, then maybe she could get help, or maybe leave before the rest of them died too.

She charges through a thicket, sharp thorns scraping and tearing every inch of her as she shoves her way through. She shuts her eyes as she goes, to avoid the thorns poking them out.

When she comes out the other side, she feels her gut sink.

She doesn’t recognize the trees or bushes around her. She doesn’t see a path.

She’s lost.

She wants to break down, to scream and cry the injustice to the heavens, to kick and punch and fight the thing that killed her friend, to sit down and rest and have a moment to breathe, to be home-

She picks a direction and runs.

———

Percussionist stops draining Flute just before he‘s dead, following the instinct that drove him to where he is.

He wants to be horrified. He does, really. But he was so hungry, and the itch is still there, waiting beneath his skin to pounce on him again. But for now, its gone, and he can think clearly. He can move without the instinct tainting his every twitch.

He turns to look at the person he drained and sees-

He sees his friend. And it hits him all at once.

He killed a person, a person he knew, a person he cared for, and he had been powerless to stop it. He didn’t even know- he didn’t realize- he would never have done it if he-

but he knew he would have. Even if he knew. He would’ve killed Flute, and he hates himself for that.

So he sits by the body of his dead friend, maybe in solace, maybe because some instinctive tick tells him to. He doesn’t want to know. He refuses to.

When Flute sat up and gasped, Percussionist could‘ve sworn he had a heart attack (even without a functioning heart.)

To Flutes credit, he made it through Percussionists halting and confused explanation before letting himself ask about the smell.

”what smell?” Percussionist asked, and lifted his nose to the air.

He got his answer. The smell of blood, salty and sweet and with a coppery tinge to it drifted through the air, leaving a hunger and odd comfort sitting in his gut. It reminded him of smelling baking cookies from the kitchen as a kid.

A leaf crunched, and he snapped out of his trance. Flute had stood up and broken into a run, faster than any human could’ve gone. After the person that had been with him.

After his friend.

Percussionist sprinted after him.

——

He had the chance to notice how fast he was really going, now that he could think through the hunger. He practically flew through the forest, leaping over a fallen log half his size that blocked his way. He ducked and dodged branches that threatened to slash his face, and if he were running for something else he may have threw his head back and laughed.

As it was, he was following the occasional red flash of a windbreaker that he could barely keep up with without being hit by a tree.

He could heal now right? Did he really even need to be worried about being hit by trees?

He let one slap his face just to test, and he felt the stinging pain all across his face as a deep cut opened across his nose and eyes. He faltered as his vision went red with blood. A second later, it was gone, and he could see again. ….And he‘d lost flute. Great.

He sniffed the air, remembering how he’d been able to smell the blood, and tried to look for his friend.

He could smell the whole forest. Sap and pine and rotting leaves, rotten flesh and mushrooms and a skunk miles and miles off, the sweet sting of honey and dew and campfire smoke, and over it all, the most lovely smell-

Well, looks like he couldn’t find him that way. He thought for a moment, and groaned. He could just follow French Horn and get to her first!

He began running again.

———

Clarinet had just made it back to the campsite, a live deer kicking around over her shoulder. She would’ve killed it, but she couldn’t quite figure out how without losing any of its blood, and since she drained and seriously injured Percussionist he would need a lot of blood-

and the campfire had a suspicious lack of vampires around it. Great. She could only hope that no one had cut themselves-

She stopped as the scent of blood hit her nose. She cursed and took off running, dropping the deer as she did.

——

French Horn thought she was going to die when she heard a bush rustle and snap behind her. She had stopped for a rest, thinking she was safe (if very lost). She was braced for her death when Percussionist crashed through the bushes.

”Oh, good, you’re still alive. We need to go like right now.”

Before she could protest, he grabbed her wrist and began pulling her away. With his very cold, very pale hand.

”Wait. Was it you?” She said, planting her feet.

”Yes.” his voice was solemn, and his eyes downcast. “But unless you want Flute to get you, we need to go”

She tore her wrist out of his grasp.

“Flutes dead. Flute’s dead and you killed him!”

And Flute hit her from the side. He sank his teeth deep into her neck, but only for a moment. Then he pulled back, looking horrified and ran away.

French Horn stands up dazedly. “That was…”

”Yeah.”

she lifts a hand to her bleeding neck where the bite is still gushing blood.

A rustle of trees comes from the side, and Clarinet skids to a stop in front of them. She takes in the situation and drops to her knees, tearing loose a piece of her shirt and holding it to the holes in French Horn’s neck.

”Wheres the third?”

French horn points to the copse of trees he disappeared into.

”I think we might actually be jinxed.” A pause, then “That was supposed to be a joke. Go after him. He’s heading towards the camp, and chances are he won’t be able to stop himself a second time.”

Percussionist nods, and then stops. “How do I get there?”

”just run straight! GO!”

and he does.

———

Clarinet gently explains to French Horn that vampires are real, and that she is one. When asked why she isn’t bloodthirsty, Clarinet answers that she has a lot of blood left in her still, and that she’s not all the way changed, and that the change will, in her words, “Stink. Its kind of the worst thing you’ll have to go through, and it’ll take way longer since you have blood, and you may not notice at first.“

French Horn pursed her lips. “Theres no way to stop it?”

Clarinet shook her head.

”Okay. Okay, shouln’t we help Percussionist?”

Clarinet swore. “You won’t be much help in the state you’re in, but I can drop you off by the camp. Pack our things and be ready to go.”

Clarinet scooped French Horn up and took off into the woods.

———

Percussionist got there just as Tuba was ripping Flute off of his neck.

Despite Flute being the smallest out of all of them, and Tuba being the strongest, he was struggling to keep the scrabbling, biting Flute away.

So, Percussionist did the only logical thing and full body tackled Flute, trying to hold him down. It worked, sort of. Long enough for Tuba to start running. Long enough for Sax and Trombone to see what the ruckus was.

Flute burst out of Percussionists grip, grabbed Trombone and ran.

Sax sprinted after them, and percussionist was left in the dust, standing dumbstruck as they all dashed off. He snapped out of it when Trumpet pressed an axe to his shoulder and told him to not move.

———

Flute knows this: he is very hungry. He also knows that blood tastes very good.

His last two meals escaped. He thinks he let the first go, but he can’t seem to remember why. The second was ripped away from him by someone like him, which was rather rude.

But this one won’t get away. He is far to hungry to let that happen.

He feeds as he runs, draining the squirming thing dry, pinning its flailing limbs against his chest. It stops wailing eventually.

He slows as he becomes able to think clearly again. He holds the body in his arms and revels in the fact he is no longer hungry. Then, he looks at the thing he drained.

And it’s his friend. He feels his stomach drop, and a hollow pit grow in his chest. His friend is dead, and it’s his fault. He tells himself there’s nothing to do but run, so he does.

Really, though, he just doesn’t want to see what she’ll become.

———

“What did you do to them.” Said Trumpet, each word slow and dangerous. She lifted the axe off his shoulder, and he felt relief before he realized she was lining up to take off his head.

He may be able to heal, but he did not want to see how far that ability stretched. Not like this, at least.

He swallowed his fear and asked, ”What makes you think I did something?“

She barked out a harsh laugh. “You go missing in the middle of the night with Clarinet, who still isn’t back. Flute and French Horn go to look for you and have mysteriously disappeared. Tuba came running from this direction, bleeding like a stuck pig. And here I find you, in the center of it all.”

Ah. He was fucked. Time to implement the worst plan ever, considering how fast Trumpet was.

”that’s- that sure is some pretty overwhelming evidence that I did something. I swear I didn’t, though but I know you won’t believe me so I’m just gonna RUN!”

He ducked under the axe she swung at his head, and took off running into the trees. He glanced behind him to see her struggling to keep up, and grinned. He was actually getting away with his head, and beating Trumpet in a footrace for once-

He turned back around just in time to see the tree that crumpled his skull.

———

He wished he could say he didn’t feel every excruciating twitch of his skull righting itself as he laid there. As it was, it was painful enough he was functionally passed out.

Which is why he was surprised to see trumpet dragging him by his feet deep into the woods.

Not half as surprised as trumpet, who dropped his feet and swore when he sat up and gasped.

”What the hell? You were dead! that killed you!” She yelled.

Percussionist was still reeling from how much growing his skull back sucked, and latched on to the first thing he noticed.

”Did you steal my shoes?”

”what are you?” She asked in a tone that was decidedly horrified.

He fiddled with a piece of grass somewhere to his left. “A vampire, as of yesterday. Really though, why do you have my shoes?”

“Not important. What do you mean as of yesterday?”

”Last night, really. Me and Clarinet-“

”Clarinet and I.” She said.

”Whatever. We went on a walk and turns out she’s always been a vampire, and then she did the vampire thing, and now I’m a vampire, and things have just been spiraling from there-”

”That explains a lot, actually. Who else is a vampire?”

Percussionist, feeling slightly more alive, realized they weren’t by the camp anymore.

”Where are we? Why do you have my shoes, and why are you so calm about this?”

”oh.” She said. “I may have made an action plan for something like this. You know, in case of murderers, or if supernatural stuff was real.”

”thats cool. Why steal my shoes?“

”I was framing you for murder.”

an awkward silence settled over them.

”We should get back to camp. Stop more people from getting vampired and all.”

”Yeah. Lets do that.“

———

Sax skidded to a stop in front of Trombones body. She was limp, and pale, and by all accounts dead. He whipped out his phone to call anyone, anyone at all, and pitched it into a tree when it read no service.

He sat, and he cried by his best friend, who always made the shittiest puns, who was the worst at sports, who thought anything with soulmates was stupid but still read all the stuff he suggested her. Who was dead.

He was still crying when she sat up and latched onto his neck, draining him dry.

———

French Horn and Clarinet ran across Tuba, who was holding gauze to his neck where he had been bit. French Horn was starting to feel slightly feverish, but otherwise okay.

”Guys! Are you okay? The weirdest thing just happened.” He said.

”We need to leave.” Said Clarinet. “Now.”

”No argument here. Have you guys seen Flute? He was with you last time I saw him.“

French Horn and Clarinet shared a look.

“I’ll go find him. You two pack. we leave before dusk.”

They watched as she disappeared into the leaves.

”Whats going on?” Asked tuba, a hint of worry in his voice.

French Horn took a deep breath in before saying “Vampires are real.”

Tuba burst out laughing.

“Oh. You’re serious.” He said as he hefted a tent into the back of the van.

”you don’t believe me.”

“How could I? I haven’t seen any proof that they exist.”

She threw a bag of trash in the van with more force than nessecary.

“What attacked you then?”

At this he paused. “I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a vampire.”

———

Percussionist and Trumpet made it to where Trombone was crying over Sax, the late afternoon sun reflecting off of their now pale skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. He’ll be alright.”

Trombone looked up at him and snarled, all teeth and rage, and Percussionist jumped back.

”He’ll end up like me, won’t he.”

Percussionist nodded.

”I don’t know what world you’re living in, but this isn’t fucking alright!”

Trumpet walked over and knelt in front of Trombone. She held out her hand, and Trombone scrambled away.

”I don’t believe you would hurt me. Not right now. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”

”so what?” She scoffed. “I still did it. Should I just go on existing as whatever I am now? Just kill people so I can live?”

”Actually,“ Percussionist said, “we can live off of different types of blood.”

Trumpet looked back and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Shut up you twatwaffle, can’t you see this is a delicate moment?”

”just figured it would be some good information to have.“ he said.

“Are you seriously telling me my angst fest was for nothing?” She asked.

Percussionist leaned against a tree. “Oh, don‘t worry.” He said. “Theres still plenty of angst about the immortality.”

“Sax did always say he wanted to be sixteen forever.”

Trumpet rolled her eyes. “Lets go home.”

Trombone reached out to take Trumpets hand, and Sax shot up and clamped his jaws around her throat. Trombone grabbed Trumpets wrist and pulled her away as Percussionist peeled Sax away.

”Let him.“ choked out Trumpet. “I‘ll be one of you either way.”

”Absolutely not!” Said Percussionist. “Trombone, go find literally anything else with blood.” Sax kicked and snarled in his grip. “Hurry! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold him.”

———

“Flute!” Yelled Clarinet. She had been looking for him for an hour now, and still couldn’t find him.

She was walking along an old trail that went out of use years ago when she almost tripped over him. He was curled up in the shade of a tree, hiding away in a hollow.

“What do you want.”

”I want to take you home.” She said.

he laughed. “Something like me doesn’t deserve a home. I killed people, and I knew there was another way, but I did it anyway. Just leave me here to rot.”

She remembered when she’d been like this. She had forgotten to eat, had slipped up. Its not a hard thing to do. When you’re a vampire, you brain tricks you into feeling fine by your old standards until you‘re so hungry you can’t stop it.

She believed it was all her fault, though. The only way someone had gotten through to her was something they had called twisting the knife. She had always called it shitty.

She sighed. “I wanted to say sorry.”

He poked his head out a little, peering up at her. “You didn’t do anything.”

”But I did.” She said. “I drained percussionist dry last night, and then I left him to find you. I watched while you attacked your friends, and now, I’m giving you a chance to fix the harm we caused. What will you do with it?”

”You made me like this?” He asked.

”Yes.”

he lunged at her face, fingers clawing for her eyes. She turned around and ran for the campsite, making sure he was behind her, and praying that he would forgive her for the stunt she just pulled.

———

The campsite was packed, and Percussionist and Trombone had made a game of who could catch the best songbird for Sax. Sax was less murderously inclined, though it was hard to tell if it was because the blood he had consumed or trumpets growing nonhumanness.

After the third or fourth time of watching Sax suck down a bird or squirrel like a juice box, Tuba was forced to admit that maybe vampires were a little real.

(He noticed his neck wound had already scabbed over and was halfway gone. He was afraid to ask if he was becoming one.)

The sun was slipping behind the tops of the trees when Clarinet charged out of the forest, leapt over the van, And yelled “Flutes trying to kill me!”

Flute burst into the clearing and lunged at Clarinet. Percussionist stepped in the way.

”What happened?“

”She did this in purpose! She said she dropped you in the woods to kill us!”

Percussionists blinked. “No she didn’t. She told me to stay where I was while she got something for me to eat.”

he stopped yelling. Now, he just looked confused. “But she turned you.”

”Yeah? It was an accident. She obviously regretted it.”

Percussionist backed off, and Flute looked at clarinet.

”why did you say all that then?”

“You were’t gonna come with me if I didn’t. Besides, you were spiraling and this was the easiest way to stop that.”

”Sounds like the shittiest way to stop it, too.” Scoffed Tuba.

She sighed. “Yeah. It was.”

”Hey,” asked sax. “Are any of us still human? I know me, Percussionist, and Trombone aren’t-“

”Percussionist, Trombone, and I.” Said Trumpet.

”-And I saw you two jump over my van, but whats up with the rest of you?”

”Basically,” said Clarinet, “anyone who was bit is or will become a vampire, depending on how much blood they had left in them after the bite. Was there anyone who wasn’t bit?”

everyone was silent as they all glanced at each other, looking for anyone who could say yes. It quickly became awkward, and was broken by Clarinet muttering “Fuck.” quietly under her breath.

”Who all, um, died today?”

Flute, Sax, and Trombone slowly raised their hands. Clarinet squinted at Percussionist, which prompted him to say “What? I died last night.”

French Horn yelled “past twenty four hours, dingus.”

He rolled his eyes and raised his hand.

”Alright. You three,” -she made a sweeping gesture towards the three with their hands down- “Are going to have the worst couple weeks of your life. Take a few days off of everything. Don’t go to the hospital. Stay isolated. Call me when the pain’s mostly over.”

Tuba’s lips pursed. “What, exactly, is going to happen to us?”

”The way it was explained to me was that your body slowly cannibalizes itself. It sucks.”

”hm.” He said. He looked very troubled.

They got in the van and drove through the night.

For now, they rest. A short break, before they have to figure out the rest of their lives.

[sirenizuku]

Or if we’re blind and the truth is just a painting in grey..

Izuku midoriya x gender-neutral reader!

BTW y/f/c stands for Your Favourite Color

 Quirk info: Your quirk, Siren, allows you to have most of the characteristics of a siren. You can hypnotise the weak-willed with your voice, alluring them to do whatever you wish. You can breathe underwater AND on land, because i can’t keep you in the water if I want you to go exist near 1-a. You also have razor-sharp teeth for biting people, though one of the downsides of biting people is that you enter a euphoric/manic state whenever you accidentally drink someone’s blood. Allllsoooo your legs turn into fins in water and vice versa Y’know. But they still have scales!!! Cute little scaly legs. Also other downsides include:Sore throat from singing, weakened immune system (not too badly) and occasional aches in the gills

Summary: You’ve been a villain your whole life, or at-least since your quirk developed... But you aren’t really a villain. You’re a vigilante, and even still that term angers you… Because some vigilantes claim to kill for justice, and maybe if you disagree with that you aren’t one. But you’ve never killed anyone and you never plan to. Unlike those ‘heroes’ who claim to fight for justice, killing all those who oppose them.

If you asked yourself, it doesn’t matter what somebody’s done.

Because if you kill them, that’s just another life taken…

And they have the gall to excuse it with their sickening justice.

You hate heroes.

————;=+ Act 1; In which a siren sings her encore +=;————

You lied. There was one person you wouldn’t mind killing.

All Might.

And so, You had managed to engage a student of UA whilst trying to break in.

You just wanted him dead, is that too much to ask? Actually, don’t answer that. Hell, He was putting up such a fight that you’d happily just leave at this point! You didn’t want all-might dead THAT badly.

Suddenly, you’re snapped out of thoughts by Izuku going in for a punch. You hiss in anger as you quickly throw yourself out of the way, hearing a rib or two of yours cracking.

God.

Dammit.

’I’ll be fine for now.’ you mumble, standing up. You look Izuku in the eye, watching as his face swirls from anger to hate to pity to an apologetic look then repeating. Stop it, you think.

Stop pitying me, you think again.

He’s readying an attack, you notice. His stance tenses slightly when he’s charging an attack.

Your eye twitches as you seethe in rage. Finally, you begin to get too frustrated. You sigh, readying your voice to sing your song in one of its purest forms.

The boy hisses in confusion, seemingly trying to break out of your hypnosis. You tut.. He’d have so much potential, had it not been ruined by these ‘heroes’

Finally, you begin. Your voice wavers for a second at the beginning, but you manage to iron out most imperfections. Slowly but surely, the greenette’s eyes glaze over and he steps towards you.

You smile genuinely, for it has been far too long since you last hypnotised someone.

The boy stands awaiting your orders and you slowly stand, wincing. “Lucky for you, little bunny, - ow, - I didn’t plan on killing any students today, or any day, really..” you say, still pondering what to order him. ”Ah, Right, Tell me, little bunny, where is.. All might?” You sigh. you’ve always thought the name All Might was dumb.

The boy slowly points down the hall and you smile, turning on your heel. Your smile drops immediately as Eraserhead’s capture weapon wraps around you. It’s not too uncomfortable, all things considered, but you’d rather not be in it. And so, You struggle, attempting to bite the ‘scarf.’

It does not work, clearly, as you listen to your teeth scratch across the material. He seems to hum in realisation as he sees your teeth, scarp and triangle-shaped, clearly made for eating meat. You keep struggling as you lose energy, the pure adrenaline running through your bloodstream slowly fading out. Your struggling fades from ‘Feral cat’ to ’angry cicada’ in the span of about 20 seconds.

And the worst part? The ‘hero’ who caught you didn’t even react.

You feel the scarves tighten, cutting off your oxygen and covering your gills. After about 30 more seconds, you begin to pass out.

————;=-+ Act 2; In which..  Interviews amiright +-=;————

You awake in the UA interview room. More so an actual interview room than.. an impromptu villain interview room.

It still peeved you to be considered a villain, but at least it’s better than being considered a hero... You glance down to your hands, stuck in handcuffs. You aren’t all that uncomfortable, really, and you can’t help but be glad it’s warm in UA. Better than the streets, at the very least.

You glance down at your legs, thick scales running up them and slowly dissapearing at your hips. They glow a brilliant light Y/F/C, darkening at the edges where light doesn’t fully reach them. There’s some traces of a scalpel inspecting them, you judge by the perfectly straight scratches leading up some. You snort, imagining their confusion. Suddenly, a voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

”What’s so funny?” It says. You assume it’s an older man, judging by tone. “Ahh.. so there is someone listening,” you smile, “Were you inspecting the scales?” You say, cutting yourself off a few times with short-lived laughs. You hear a sharp sigh of exhaustion from the speaker.

”Name?” They ask. You decide to respond, despite the part of you telling you to be rebellious and silent. ”Technically don’t have one. Pronounced dead,” you sigh, “Try searching y/n y/ln”

Theres a 10 minute pause consisting mostly of you getting lost in your thoughts, before somebody seems to relay info to the mysterious voice (tm).

”Pronounced dead.. at age 5.” they say and you giggle. “Big surprise! I’m not dead.” You say, voice dripping with venom. There’s a resigned sigh as you avert your eyes.

So competent they just decided you were dead.

”Quirk?”

You giggle. ”My quirrrk?” You draw out the r, “It’s siren.”

”Siren as in ambulance siren?” The voice says.

”Siren as in man-eating mermaid.” You answer, though you dislike calling yourself a mermaid.

”…” There’s a short pause followed by… silence. Pure silence. It’s deafening, really, and your mind can’t help but imagine all the ways they could kill you.  A few minutes later,  a staff member - not eraserhead, luckily - walks in and removes the restraints. You flex your hands at the newfound freedom, immediately raising a hand to your gills which are placed upon your neck, as they try - and fail, due to you having lungs for on land - to suck in air. You stumble over to the camera, assuming - and hoping,  - that there’s a microphone there too.

“You guys got any water bottles?” You ask, scratching at your gills. A few moments later, another staff member - it might be the same one, actually, - walks in with two bottles. Your eyes light up and you immediately open one, pouring it into your gills. You feel some relief at having ‘cleaned’ them  out. It’s never fun when you get gunk. though, for a second, you are concerned that the water might be poisoned.

You take your other water bottle, pouring out a little bit onto your palm. There’s enough water left to soothe your sore throat, since you are now realising that you weren’t, at all, ready to use your song at such a high perfection level. Slowly, You run your now-wet palm up your scales, moistening them slightly. It feels nice, okay? Don’t judge, It’s rude.

”hang on..” you mumble, spinning on your heel to walk around the room. “did those assholes take my phone?” You ponder aloud. There’s a short crackle from the speaker, followed by a “Yes.”

”oh.” you sigh, kicking your legs up onto a table. You immediately fall over, since you managed to forget you were standing.

”Hey, what time is it?” you say into the void, hoping the mic will pick you up. “16:34” they say.

“cool!” You say, ironically  unenthusiastically.

After a few minutes, you begin to get bored. You decide to whine to the mic. “I’m borrrreeeddd….” you whine, seemingly forgetting you’re literally a criminal.  Not a big one, but a criminal. Of

Theres a short click from the door as a staff member opens it, they’re holding a phone. Not your phone, sadly, but a phone. “Hell yeah!” You say, bounding over to the phone. You grab it as the staff member hurries out the room, seemingly afraid. “Don’t get any ideas, it’s tracked.” The voice says, once again coming from the speaker at a slightly-lower-than-comfortable volume.

You scroll through the mostly blank phone, until you stumble upon a group-chat. ‘Class 1-A,’ It’s named.

Huh, you think, clicking on it.

————;=+ Act 3; In which you make fun of class 1-a +=;————

Class 1-A

16:47

Tsu: We still up for girl’s movie night?

Y/n: mowovie night

Kirishima: huh???

Bakugou: WILL YOU STOP BLOWING UP MY FUCKING PHONE

Bakugou: FOR FIVE

Bakugou: MINUTES

Y/n: will youwu stowop blowoing uwup my fuwucking phowone owo

Bakugou: I AM GOING TO TEAR YOU APART

Kaminari: lol

Kaminari: Wait who’s that?

Kirishima: bro yeah who IS that

Iida Ten

Bakugou: STOP PARROTING EACH OTHER YOU DUMBASSES

Y/n: stowop parrowoting each owother youwu duwumbasses owo

Bakugou: I’LL RIP YOU APART

Y/n: I’ll rip yowouwu awpart…

Kaminari: Bakugou hang on lmfao

Momo: Theres nobody named y/n in our class

y/n: i’m ur uncle

Momo: Who’s uncle?

y/n: yes <3

Tsu: ?

Izuku: Guys, please stop blowing up my phone I’m trying to watch tv,,,

y/n: izuwukuwu

Izuku: Huh,,,,?

y/n: huwuh,,,?

Izuku: Why is everyone messaging me???? and telling me not to use this chat???

Bakugou: WE COULD‘VE EXPLAINED IT TO YOU IN DMS YOU IDIOT

Y/n: we cowouwuld’ve explained it towo yowouwu in dms yowouwu idiowot

Tenya IIda: Please stop sending so many messages in the chat. I am trying to sleep.

y/n: damn lemme just stop my hilarity so you can sleep /s

y/n: wait

y/n: I mean uhh

y/n: please stowop sending sowo many messages in the chat. I am trying towo sleep.

Tenya Iida: Please do not make fun of what I say. Please remember I am a moderator here,

Y/n: ’moderator’ bitch this is a gorilchat

y/n: shit

y/n I mean groupchat

y/n: also I mean

y/n: Please dowo nowot make fuwun owof what I say. Please remember I am a mowoderatowor.

Kirishima: srsly who is this

y/n: me looking into a mirror ^^^

Bakugou: ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION

y/n: woahh calm down there hot stuff

y/n: get it

y/n: because you’re not hot

Momo: Can’t say they’re wrong there, Bakugou.

Kirishima: ^ Don’t be mean to bakubro!!!

y/n: are any of you organic creatures

Kaminari: I am

y/n: give life juice pls thx

Kirishima: they’re reverting back into gamer speak from their hunger :ooooo

y/n: what u want me to talk like mr stick-up-my-ass iida

Tenya Iida: Please refrain from using profanity, Y/n!

y/n:  wow I’m so sorry I’ll never do it again (1/2)

Tenya Iida: Thank you.

y/n: I mean really I’ll never do it again mr stick-up-my-ass iida (2/2)

Bakugou: KARMA FOR TELLING MEMTKO GET MY FEET OFF MY DESK

y/n: wow mr not-hot did you just have a stroke

Bakugou: I’M GONNAKILL OYU

Y/n: well I hope Oyu is ok

Y/n: also if you’re wondering who I am

y/n: sorry for lying (I’m not)

y/n: Y/n sent a photo

(PHOTO ID: A photo of a young girl, seemingly. they’re no older than 16, by the looks of it. They have brilliant y/f/c scales across their entire legs that fade out near the hips. Her face is pulled into a grin with razor-sharp teeth unlike that of a human.)

Kirishima: wasn’t Izuku fighting someone like that in the hall

Y/n: bingo! fingetbuns

Y/n: *fingergusn

y/n: fINGERSUNS

y/n: NO

y/n: FUNGHUNS

Y/n: HFJFHHFJDIDBJDIFH FINGERHUNS

Izuku: it’s okay, take your time (:

Y/n: FINWR GUNS

Kirishima: ur getting there bro!!!

Y/n: FINGERGUSN

y/n: NO

Y/n: Finger guns

Bakugou: STOP FUCKING SPAMMING

Kirishima: i’m so proud of my mermaid son

Y/n: siren*

Kirishima: I’m so proud of my mermaid siren

Y/n: yeah ok I guess

Y/n: serious question

Y/n: does anyone have a small amount of blood

Y/n: that they’d be willing to gift towards me

Kaminari: wtff

Kirishima: bro I got some right here

y/n: give pls

Kirishima: where do I have to go B)

Y/n: go find aizawa and tell him to give blood to the siren girl

Kirishima: oki

-——————-

In the UA interview room, You smile down at your phone.

They’re actually willing to be kind to you, even if you just fought them. You’re actually happy.

It’s an odd feeling,

But it’s one you’d like to keep.

-——————-

Class 1-A

17:22

Y/n: I got my blood

y/n: down the hatch

Kirishima: kindness is manly

y/n: damnfucki; right iwns tis

Kaminari: huh

Izuku: are you okay

y/n: bkoodjsm

Izuku: i think they’re saying blood?

y/n: hehe

Bakugou: STOP BEING WEIRD

y/n: djhrnsia rothg god i am so fhilarous

y/n:  nr igni kimsh

y/n: ithink I might have anxiey

y/n: anxieuty

Kirishima: bro u okay?

Mineta: cute…

y/n: i am going to hurt you

AUTO: MINETA left the chatroom

Momo: oh thank god

Jirou: ^^^^

y/n: hwlrnd

y/n: how say

y/n: how say jrlis

y/n: jirou

Jirou: jee-roh

y/n: skfnsj blood make

y/n: me is haopy

Izuku: Blood makes you happy?

y/n: yed

Izuku: it’s very interesting to have a quirk that’s mutation but also allows you to gain serotonin/dopamine

Izuku: what else does your quirk do?

y/n: sing sovng

y/n: make peop,e do what I want

y/n: but hurt throat

y/n: leg turn fin

y/n: make hunfhyehdbvlood

Izuku: I’m designing a hero costume as we speak!

Bakugou: NERD

Kirishima: manly!

Izuku: (:

y/n: thenhahighswearingiffof

Izuku: translation: The high is wearing off

y/n:  thus koamsjs

y/n: brb

——

y/n: ): high wore off

Izuku: What WAS that?

Y/n: blood side effect

Y/n: its really fun

Izuku: Hang on

Auto: Izuku called Sensei Aizawa

——

Class 1-A

18:12

Izuku: ok I asked eraserhead n he said he doesn’t mind (:

Izuku: Can I interview you

Y/n: do I get blood after

Izuku: Sure!

Y/n: DEAL

———

You look down at your phone.

It’s been a hour of you scrolling the internet, looking at memes that only earned a short snort from you.

You’re tired, although it’s only 19:32.

You decide it doesn’t matter, and that you’ll sleep.

You spin around on your heel, before pausing. There’s no bed.

Ah well. Floor looks awfully comfy.

-———

You awake around 9Am with only the light of an old lightbulb to illuminate the room. You miss seeing the light from the water, sitting on a rock until the sun finally peaked... But you were lonely, back then. You aren’t sure whether or not you want to go back to those days.

A small knock at the door alerts you of Izuku coming around for his interview. He’s holding a notebook that has ‘Y/N quirk’ messily written on.

He glances down at your legs, covered in shimmering scales. His eyes light up with fascination, to which you chuckle. “You can touch.” You say, watching his hand reach down to the y/f/c coloured scales.

His hand runs gently over them. You grin watching his fascination, and he looks up. He pulls a fold-out seat from the hallway, placing it behino the table before placing himself upon it.

You sit down on the opposite table, smiling. He glances up towards your teeth, watching them glimmer. “Don’t they.. hurt your gums?” He asks.

“Oh, these,“ you press a finger against the top of your tooth, immediately drawing blood, “the skin near them is hardened so they don’t stab me.”

you watch him turn his head down immediately and start writing in his notebook. You glance over, watching him write down all the info about your quirk. He seems to be sketching a costume on the side.

”Oh, don’t forget the voice thing.” You notify to him. He glances up, eyes questioning, tilting his head like a puppy. “Cute.” You say flirtatiously. He turns bright red, averting his eyes before trying to change the subject. “S-so.. if I were to film your song would it still hypnotise me?” He asks.

You wink at him. “Wow, wanting to listen to me sing already..” You say, “I’m just kidding, It wouldn’t hypnotise you, but you might cry. Just a side effect.”

Izuku averts his eyes, blushing furiously. “Could I get a r-recording of it.”

Does he really have a crush on me? You think. Is that really why he wants a recording of me singing?

You respond with a mere “Yeah, sure.” He nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket, ”Should I leave?“ he asks, and you nod.

As soon as he leaves, the pull of your quirk on your phone begins.

You derive your tune from the one you’d sing at the beach. It’s sad and melancholic but there’s an upbeat note, reminiscing on times where you felt free even if there was a tug upon your heart. The air seems to split, allowing the vibrations of your song to pull across the air. It’s not the perfected version, but it’s close.

You love to sing, really, but you’ve always felt bad. you’re only good at singing when you’re using your quirk.

Finally, your song fades out and you hit the record button to turn it off. There’s now a 3:30 minute long recording on Izuku’s phone.

You open the door to see Izuku with a pair of earplugs in, so you push aside your shock at the fact you could just open the door.

You tap him, watching him jump. So cute, you both think in unison.

So cute.

You him his phone, having now secretly added your number.

Very sneaky.

—————

13:36

Izuku: Very sneaky lol

Y/n: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄  what can I say I’m an assassin.

Y/n: btw tell aizawa to get me a bed lmfao

Izuku: You don’t have a bed!? Where did you sleep last night?

Y/n: floor comfy

Izuku: lol weird

Y/n: said the boy with a notebook about me (⁄ ⁄•⁄Ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Izuku: bullying

Y/n: possibly <3

———

Another day passes, more texts coming back and forth from Izuku. He’s really flirting.. huh…

He’s cute. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the familiar ding of Izuku messaging you

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Izuku: wyd lol

Y/n: nursing my sore throat lol I practiced my song too much

Izuku: :o oh no

Y/n: it’s fine B) I’m too cool to be defeated by a mere sore throat

Izuku: lol (:

Y/n: wyd

Izuku: just went to recovery girl!!! I broke a finger again ):: I was making so much progress,,

Y/n: it’s not reverting your progress!! It’s still progress.

Izuku: y/n you’re gonna make me cry..

Y/n: go listen to that recording then crybaby

Izuku: THAT RECORDING LITERALLY MAKES ME CRY ):::::

Y/n: yeah cuz ur a crybaby <3

Izuku: stopppp bullying meee <3

Y/n: it always looks like ur flirting when you put a <3 (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Izuku: does that mean that you’re flirting?

Y/n: possibly

———

A few more days pass, flirtatious messages passing back and forth.

They’re just a joke, you’d think, blushing furiously.

———

15:32

Y/n: IzukuHeklp

Izuku: ??? Whats wrong??

Y/n: ripped scalepain

Y/n: Y/n sent a photo message

(Photo ID: It’s a picture of y/n’s y/f/c scales. One appears to have been ripped off of her skin, and there’s blood coming from underneath it. Through the blood you can just barely see an underdeveloped scale that was going to replace the broken scale when it was ready.)

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You’re pulled out of your agony but Izuku slamming open the door, rushing to your side. He’s holding a piece of cloth clearly ripped off of his shirt. He wraps it around your leg gently, watching attentively as it soaks up blood. He picks you up bridal-style, not even noticing the way both you and him blush heavily.

(By the time you’ve reached Recovery girl, the piece of cloth is almost as red as your face.)

You lay on the small bed, bleeding now stopped due to recovery girls quirk. You glance toward izuku, tears welling up in his eyes. You gently pat his head, watching him watch you.

”Stooppp cryingggg” you whine.

Recovery girl watches you with a look that says “oh to be young and in love..”

Izuku pouts. “Make me.” He sighs jokingly.

You spot your opportunity there. “What if I told you that you could come ’round to my room later?” You say blushing.

Izuku turns tomato-red, nodding.

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As soon as your out of recovery girls office, Izuku follows you like a puppy. You glance toward the bandage now wrapped around your leg to stop infection. Turns out ‘you didn’t have enough energy to fully heal it from all those all-nighters‘ or something.

You open the door to your room, fairy lights turned on and glowing purple. There’s a small sofa that fits two and Izuku beelines for it. You’re so glad Aizawa let you decorate your room. You sit down next to him, cunning your perfect plan.

”I think I hate all-might a little less, now-“ you say, preparing yourself for the infodump from Izuku.

“i’m so glad! You know, ever since the toxic chainsaw fight-“ Izuku begins, not noticing you tune him out after 5 minutes. “Stop infodumping..” you say playfully and he picks up on it. “Make me!” he pouts.

”Sure.” You smirk, leaning in.

As soon as your lips collide, Izuku seems to blank out. He’s blushing red like a tomato. The rain outside seems to quieten over the roar of your pounding hearts..

And you don’t regret it at-all.

Once you finally pull away from the kiss, izuku’s a stuttering mess. “Wh-W-What does th-this make us?…” he asks, stuttering and stumbling over his words. You chuckle, leaning in close to his face so you’re essentially in his lap. “I think you know..” you coo into his ear, watching it slowly turn pink.

He nods slowly, watching you. “So.. I was thinking about a beach date?” you say, softly. He giggles slightly, although he still stumbles over the sound. “Sounds to me like you just want to go into the water..” he says.

You look him in the eye.

”I never said you couldn’t come into the water, too..”

[poeticaddiction]

The Best Man (Part 2)

Chris Evans x Reader

Part 1

Summary: Sometimes the best Man is even better than the groom

Warnings: language

,,I am so freaking nervous!“ Annie stood in the dressing room as you were kneeling on the floor to close her shoes so that she did not have to bend and maybe ruin her hair.

,,Well I think that‘s something that usually happens before a wedding. Are you having doubts about it?“

,,No! God no! I would never have doubts about it. I love him with all of my heart.“

She looked at herself in the mirror as you walked up behind her and placed your hands on her shoulder, rubbing them slightly.

,,You look so gorgeous Annie.“ a little tear rolled down your cheek as your best friend turned around and wiped it away with a little tissue that you gave her earlier.

,,You need to stop crying otherwise I will start to cry and we‘ll both ruin our make up.“

The two of you chuckled as the door to the dressing room opened and Annie‘s dad‘s head suddenly peaked around the doorframe.

,,Well look at the two stunning woman standing here. Ladies the ride is waiting for us.“

You followed him outside as you watched the beautiful white Oldtimer pull up in front of Annie‘s parents house. It was decorated with red roses just how she always wanted it to be.

,,I cannot believe I‘m getting married today. I‘ve waited so long for this day.“ she said as she squeezed your hand tightly while looking outside of the window.

,,How do you feel? Are you just nervous?“

,,Oh Y/N it‘s way more than that. It‘s like a dream is finally coming true. After so many years of thinking about this day and planning my wedding on Pinterest I finally can fulfill every single thing I‘ve wanted...and thank you by the way for this amazing bachelorette party.“

She had her head turned back to you as you chuckled and watched her being all happy and giggly while talking about her big day.

,,I‘m glad you liked it. I never thought you would remember anything after so much alcohol.“

,,Nah I‘ve had way more than that. I‘m still a little sad you didn’t get that guys number.“

The car pulled up in front of the church as you looked outside the window and your breath got stuck in your throat.

There he was. That stranger you met at the bar. The one Annie was just talking about was standing outside of the church together with the bridesmaids and the groomsmen.

,,Holy fucking shit.“ was everything you said as Annie looked outside and back at you being completely confused.

,,What? What is it?“

,,That‘s him! The guy with the beard! That‘s the guy from the bar!“

You pointed outside as Annie‘s eyes widened and she was just as shocked as you were.

,,The guy you met at the bar was Chris?!“

,,YOU KNOW HIM?!“

,,Of course I know him! He is Marc‘s Cousin and his best men!“

You did not knew what to say as you watched him talk to one of the groomsmen, turning to the car as soon as he noticed that it pulled up in front of the church.

,,Damn Annie why haven‘t you said anything! I thought you saw him at the bar?“

,,Girl I was completely wasted! I just saw you talking to a guy and nothing more. Oh my god this is not only going to be the best day for me but also for you! Look he‘s coming!“

Chris slowly walked over to the car as he opened the door so the two of you could get up. You had no idea what to do as your body decided to move against your will and before you could realize it you were looking into Chris beautiful blue eyes, seeing that huge familiar grin.

,,You could‘ve told me you were the best man you know?“ was everything you said as Chris started to laugh and it made the butterflies in your stomach go completely crazy as soon as you heard it.

,,I wanted to but then Annie over here decided she needed to dance on that table and I needed to head outside to continue with Marc‘s bachelor party.“

He shrugged it off and as you wanted to turn to your best friend she was already gone with her father, getting prepared for the big entrance.

,,You and me as maid of honor and best man need to spend some hours together today. You know walking into the church together, holding our speeches and I think we actually sit together.“

He gave you a little wink before offering you his arm which you accepted without even thinking about it.

This evening was really going to be damn special and not only for the bride and groom.

[write-for-all]

RFA + foreign MC

A/N: There it is! I just finished Saeran‘s and V‘s part for this scenario! I hope, you‘ll enjoy. Part 1 is over here :3

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scenario: MC isn’t from Korea and has to leave the country after the second party

warnings: none

💙 V 💙

When he came home and found you in tears he was devastated. His thoughts were racing, imagining every single situation that could‘ve happened to you.

However, when you explained to him that you cried because you‘d need to leave the country, he was relieved a bit.

„Wait, so...nobody hurt you or anything? You‘re crying, because you have to go back to your country?“ „Yes! Aren‘t you sad about that!? We won‘t be able to be in a proper relationship that way!“ „MC, please look at me.“

When you looked up you immediately calmed down at his soft gaze and reassuring expression. You never knew how he did it, but V just had something, that could put you at ease within a second.

He then explained to you, that this was fate and the two of you should take the opportunity to travel around the world.

„MC, just hear me out, okay? There is so much I still want to see and experience in this world and I want to go on that adventure with you. So if you agree, let‘s travel together. That way we won‘t have to part ways and no one can kick you out!“ „Jihyun! You would do that for me!? But what about the RFA or your job? Your whole life is based here...“ „True, but the RFA can handle themselves for some time with Jumin as the head of the organization and I am a photographer. I can take pictures of everything, no matter which country I‘m in.“ „This is awesome! And if we come back we can try again to get me a citizenship!“ „Yes, now you got the spirit, my dear. Also, if Korea doesn‘t want us, there are so many great countries to live in. We can choose any of them.“

And so it was settled, that you‘d first visit your home country and go onto a world travel afterwards. After all, V wanted to meet your parents first before he‘d ask for your hand in marriage.

💖 Saeran 💖

You knew that this day was coming. For a while now you had the information, that you‘d have to leave Korea soon and get back to your home country because of some bureaucratic problems.

However, during that time you didn‘t want to tell Saeran just yet. He was still recovering from the past abuse and trying to figure out the relationship with his brother. So you‘d keep it as a secret to protect him and his mental health.

But, there was one day where you would have to tell him and unfortunately that day had come.

„What do you mean, you have to leave the country and can‘t come back for a while?“ „Well, as you know I‘m not korean and now they want me to go back to my home country. I tried to stay, but they won‘t let me.“ „Oh, they will. Believe me. Where is this office where they told you this?“ „Saeran, I don‘t think you should-“ „Urgh, don‘t worry. I won‘t kill them or something like that. I‘ll just...have a little...chat with them.“

You already knew that you wouldn‘t need to discuss this with him any further. If Saeran has something he really wants, he‘ll pull it off without any doubt. So you gave him the address to the office.

Saeran was gone for almost three hours when he finally returned with some documents and a bunch of flowers, your favorites to be exact.

„Where have you been so long? You didn‘t do anything illegal, did you?“ „Geez, don‘t worry so much. I promised you, I wouldn‘t do anything like that. Have a little faith in me. Here, by the way, you‘re korean now. You don‘t have to leave.“ „W-wait...how...how did you do that!?“

Well, in the end he never told you how he did it, but you couldn‘t care. He made it possible to stay by his side forever and you would praise him and shower him with affection for that.

[mystic-myrtille]

Ok. This has been a tough match so far and since Lukadrien got propaganda I‘ll do some for Lukanette because my god

Oh my god

They are literal soulmates

in every regard

You cannot change my mind

And not only because Luka is best boy and goes above and beyond for Marinette and gives her the most beautiful love confession in the entire show

It is because they literally have the most special and unique connection from every couple in the show, not only romantic but also platonic

It starts off with captain hardrock, the first time they meet, they‘re a little awkward at first, until he invites her to sit and Luka plays out Marinette‘s heart

And she doesn‘t judge him or thinks he‘s weird or is confused. She gives him a look of curiousness and of genuine admiration and asks „how do you do that?“

She immediately realized Luka is special for his gift of hearing people‘s hearts. And I can easily imagine that people would see Luka as weird and cringe (like parts of the fandom did), so imagine what it must‘ve been like to get appreciation for something like that. She‘s impressed and wants to learn more.

They interacted for about two minutes at this point and they‘re already smitten by each other.They already have a wholesome dynamic that feels so realistic for two teenagers who are attracted to each other. Again, after two minutes of meeting.

And it goes on through the episode, speaking highly about each other and Luka basically self-sacrificing himself so Marinette can escape

(I‘m certain he knew Marinette would come back for everyone one way or another. And she did)

An amazing set up for an amazing couple🩷💙

From there on every time we see them together when they‘re (not to be salty) not undermined by another ship they keep being there for each other through hard ships

Their both artistic kids and respect and admire the other for it (See Silencer, the best episode of the whole show)

It also just shows that Luka isn‘t the center of Marinette‘s life. Instead she‘s a girl with ambition who just happens to have a crush on a guy. Silencer is her being the best version of herself and Luka doesn‘t actively try to change her. He‘s literally just existing around her. For show‘s standards that‘s incredible. It takes away the one thing people don‘t like about her, what more could you want?

And then when their music gets stolen, Marinette literally starts beef with Bob Roth, a super influential man in the industry who could destroy them both, just to save Luka‘s music from getting stolen! She’s not even afraid or second guesses herself, she just goes all in and threathens him to reveal everything on live tv.

Wife material through and through.

Which leads to the most wholesome confession in the entire show. Not only as an akuma

BUT LATER AS REGULAR LUKA

AND MARINETTE IS SO TOUCHED BY IT

And by the end of season 3, they give the relationship a shot. Without Mari pretending she‘s over Adrien, but with full honesty about her feelings. And that‘s really the most fair way they could‘ve gone about it. They don‘t promise each other wedding rings and kids, they‘re just two people in love who wanna create art and have them be muses for each other and just like each other without any pressure from outside. It really those silent moments where it‘s just them where Marinette is her best self and Luka is his best self.

They are so so SO GOOD for each other.

„But Blueberry, Marinette broke up with him and lied to Luka!“

RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME

The problems these two had ultimately were never intrinsic problems that they fundamentally don‘t work together as people, it‘s really outside forces keeping them apart. Had Marinette not been LB, they would‘ve literally had no reason for a break up and crushes on other people are things people can get over.

Plus, even as exes they keep being there for each other, having a wholesome and healthy friendship. That‘s a big deal! Nice hard feeling or anything, they just want what‘s best for each other, even if they aren’t a couple anymore.

And yet still look at each other like this

And just overall being super touchy with each other

And put the safety over the other above their own values, even though it means they have to lie about what they know. It hurts both of them but you know how it is, nothing hurts like true love. And yet they forgive each other because they never wanted to intentionally hurt each other

They‘re still SO in love with each other argue with a wall.

(Also it‘s this episode when Mari says „you always find the right words“ even though in Luka‘s introduction he says he‘s not good with words. I bet 1000000€ Marinette was the one which helped Luka be a better communicator with words. The support for each other always went both ways I know it they told me)

But even just as platonic buddies, look me in the eye and tell me that these two will not have each other in their lives forever, I dare you. If one of them jumps into danger, the other jumps after them. If one of them has troubles of any sort, the other will listen, because they know nobody will understand them as good as each other.

They‘re ride or die forever and I think that‘s fucking beautiful. So yeah folks, show the blueberries some love because they deserve the recognition just like they deserve each other🫐🩷💙

Thanks for coming to my propaganda ted talk

Semifinals 1

(Round 4 Side A Pair 1)

CAMPAIGN

Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

-They‘re just so good for each other. Luka is such a calming presence in Marinette‘s chaotic life and helps her relax when she feels anxious and unsure of herself, always willing to be there for her and offer a helping hand during tough times. Marinette has a deep appreciation not only for Luka‘s ability to play music but also hear heart songs, as if she understood immediately what he meant after listening to him play for the first time. They feed off each other‘s creative energy and are just generally so wholesome together. I could talk about them forever, they make me so happy!!

-Luka is the best boy, and deserves love from the girl he adores

-Luka/Marinette had 3900 works on AO3

-I just woke up and am too lazy to think of words for my favorite couple so here's some gifs as propaganda

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Luka Couffaine/Adrien Agreste

-I just think they're cute is all. My biggest ship is Luka/Adrien because they just seem to work well together and deserved more screen time. Then there's Felix because he looks like Adrien basically. Plus Luka is such a flirt, the way either boy would blush like mad if Luka flirted with them would be truly worthwhile.

-Luka/Adrien had 1142 works on AO3

TAG:

Luka/Marinette: @mikoriin

Luka/Adrien: @noonewilleverknowistealkneecaps

@lukacouffaineappreciation

[jbbuckybarnes]

Sepsis - p.d.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Warnings: medical stuff, sepsis, canon typical violence A/N: “Imagine stitching your comfort character back up.”

COMFORT CHARACTER MASTERLIST

„I‘m dying.“ You heard a familiar voice behind you in an extra dramatic tone. „Since when can the deceased speak?“ You asked while arranging your tray for post-mission patch-up. You heard him crash onto the seat behind you and looked behind you, your face going a little more concerned than you would‘ve liked to. His face was cut up in several places and his right arm was definitely not doing well either. „What the kriff did you do?“ You asked as you calmly came over and sat down in front of him. „Had to fly a tricky dodge without prep.“ He pointed at his right arm. „And the cuts?“ You asked with a soft smile. „Explosion while we were inside.“ He smirked all cocksure of himself until you pressed on the internal bruising of his right arm. „You can be glad you didn‘t break it.“ You mumbled, scanning over it slowly. „‘r you really concerned about me, Y/N?“ He chuckled as he watched your frown deepen on your scanner. „Y/N?“ Now he got concerned, watching you hectically grab pliers and a scalpel. You turned his arm to the side, pinning it down and getting out a tiny piece of metal, before dabbing some solution onto it. Your eyes went back onto the scanner, „Scan for signs of sepsis.“ „No signs of sepsis detected.“ He watched you breathe out relaxed.

„What the kriff just happened?“ He stared at you with wide eyes. „You had a piece of shrapnel in your arm from that explosion and it was right where you internally started bruising. If that metal piece would‘ve been toxic your body could‘ve created sepsis or a blood clot in your arm.“ You explained while tightly wrapping his arm in bandages that were doused in some type of solution. „Woah.“ He was taken aback by your skill. Usually he just came in here for the occasional cut on his cheek or blaster shot burns on his arms. „That‘s one way to put it.“ You finished up his arm before moving on to his cheek cut and the cut in his lower lip.

„You have nerves of steel.“ He mumbled fascinated as you shrugged and stitched up his cheek cut with a med pen. „It‘s my job.“ You mumbled concentrated. „Well, mine too, but this is different.“ He huffed with shimmering eyes. „More complicated than flying a jet?“ You asked grabbing a cloth to clean up his cut-up lip. „I‘m sure.“ He looked at you squinting at his wound. „Flying sounds pretty complicated to me.“ You mumbled as you finished cleaning up the wound. „Oh, if you can do this, I‘m sure you could wing it.“ „Literally. X-wing it.“ Both of you chuckled.

You dabbed on disinfectant, „Maybe I‘ll try one day.“ „I could help, in case you want me to.“ He offered a little more unsure than usual. You put on a solution to excel the healing, „Sure, if I‘m not looking like you look right now by the end of it.“ „Okay, rude.“ He squinted at you with a little smile. „No flying for a day until I‘ve seen that arm tomorrow around lunchtime. Sepsis isn‘t something to endure with a smile of confidence on your face, yeah?“ „I don‘t mind seeing your face twice in a week.“ He smirked. „Oh, I‘m sure. I‘d love to see you a little less than that if possible. You‘re the golden standard for the rest of these idiots, you know?“ You grinned back. „I‘ll try my best. Tell me when you wanna try flying, Y/N.“ He winked and was out of the room. You rolled your eyes with a smile as you put away the mess you had just created while he walked to his quarters wondering how the kriff you weren‘t taking his advances as expected but still had so much appeal to him. He‘d have to straight-up ask you for a date tomorrow.

[reverse-the-jellybaby]

I finally finished Miracle Day last night.

i have to say most of the show was a whole lot of empty words, but the last few episodes showed what the concept was capable of. it could’ve been a really deep exploration into how society was run, and I could feel it teetering on that when they were face to face with The Blessing.

I actually genuinely liked the last few episodes, they felt like they had higher stakes and not just the team doing things and other characters I don’t care about saying things that sound important.

oh and there was more sex in these 10 episodes than there was in the entire first 3 seasons and I love that for her. They were more graphic too, like YES THIS IS THE QUEER AS FOLK RUSSELL WE KNOW AND LOVE!! i always felt like the first 3 seasons could‘ve gone way further on the sleaze because I knew what kind of smut Russell could do but alas.

[wolferals]

🦋you broke me first🦋

arón piper x chris wood x reader

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hello people, im back:)

at least for this chapter 🌸

hope you‘re all doing well and to some of y‘all, a happy new school year. Mine‘s starting on September 8th but I hope I can write some more until then🦋

for this chapter I‘ve combined my two babies, Arón and Chris Wood (some might know him as Kai from The Vampire Diaries)

Alright lets start:)

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„They look like shit“ Itzan laughed next to you as you flipped your first chocolate chip pancake over. It did indeed look pretty bad but you were sure they‘d taste amazing anyway. Arón sat on the counter texting some people. „Stop it! Let me do my thing!“ you defended yourself and pushed Itzan aside so you could take a sip of your juice.

„Oh by the way, my boyfriend is coming over later.“

You spoke out of nowhere and Arón‘s head shot up.

He knew you had a boyfriend but he‘s never met him and he was 100% sure he didnt want to. He did have a girlfriend yes, but for some reason it bothered him to know that there‘s a man touching and kissing you.

You two had been good friends for years and even lived together but it was hard for him. He didnt even know if it was because he saw you as his little sister or something or maybe even because he secretly liked you more than expected.

Which bothered him even more since he was in a happy relationship.

„Oh thats nice!“ Omar stepped into the kitchen and looked over your shoulder to see the brown creation in the pan.

„Oy.“ he spoke which made you punch him in the shoulder.

„Cant wait to meet him finally.“ Itzan then said and smiled at you.

They all seemed so happy for you, that you finally had someone to talk to when they were gone, that you had someone who loved you.

You kept on making your pancakes and talked to the guys for a little until the doorbell rang. You knew it was Chris but since you were busy flipping the shit in the pan you asked Itzan to please open the door.

You heard your boyfriends voice say:“Hey is y/n here right now?“

And Itzan replied:“Yes in the kitchen, but be careful, she‘s cooking.“ You pouted at Arón which made him chuckle.

A second later the door opened and your beautiful boyfriend walked into the kitchen.

„Hey.“ he greeted Omar and Arón who were both staring at him.

„Hi honey.“ Chris then said to you and placed a kiss on your forehead while you were currently checking if the pancake was baked through.

„Hey.“ you smiled up at him and then turned around to look at the guys' reaction. Omar stood there, arms crossed, scanning your boyfriend like a hungry animal.

Arón on the other hand didnt seem to happy at the moment, since his face had dropped and he suddenly looked pretty mad.

„I‘m Chris.“ He then officially introduced himself and the guys shook hands with him. You just stood there, proudly looking at your boyfriend who seemed to be on their good side already.

You then had to turn back to the stove because of your burning pancakes and Chris placed his hand on your lower back while looking over your shoulder to check on what you‘re doing.

„It looks better than the first time.“

He started laughing and gave you a soft kiss on the neck which made you giggle as well. He made you happy. I mean, every girl would want a man like him. He was sweet, handsome as hell and the funniest person you‘ve ever met.

„Hey would you guys mind If I took a shower? I didnt get the chance after work.“

You nodded at him and the guys seemed to agree as well.

„You still got some clothes of mine right?“ He asked you before letting go of your back. You nodded again and spoke:“They‘re in my closet, my room is the second closest to the front door, left side. Bathroom is opposite.“

Chris gave you his million dollar smile and held you by the chin as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

„Thanks. See you in a sec guys.“

And he disappeared into the hallway.

„I like him.“ Omar suddenly spoke and put both his hands on your shoulders.

„He‘s nice.“ Itzan added and they both smiled at you.

Other than Arón who still looked like he had just been fired. „Yeah he‘s really sweet.“ you blushed and couldnt stop smiling like an idiot.

„He‘s handsome too.“ Omar grinned and earned a laugh from your side.

Just as you were about to flip the last pancake the kitchen door opened and Chris stood there in only a towel.

His muscles were very much visible and you grinned to yourself at how hot your boyfriend was.

„Im sorry, how does that shower work? Y/n?“

You laughed, put the pan on low heat and walked him to the shower.

You explained it to him and closed the door behind you when you heard the water be turned on.

Just as you were about to enter the kitchen you heard Arón say something in Spanish. His voice sounded harsh, almost angry. But since you didn’t understand spanish, you could only hope it wasnt about you.

„You okay guys?“ you asked and looked at their faces.

Arón looked just as mad as before but Omar smiled and answered:“Everything‘s fine y/n.“

You returned to the stove but only seconds later Arón started ranting in Spanish again.

At first you tried to ignore it but then you heard Chris‘ name and turned around. „Whats the problem Arón?“

He just rolled his eyes at you.

Excuse me?

You were shocked at his sudden behavior. „Hello? Whats your issue here?“

Arón hopped off the counter and walked up to you.

Dangerously close he stopped and spoke:“Nothing‘s wrong here y/n. He is.“ before disappearing into his room.

You had no idea what to do now so you just pushed it aside and decided to talk to Arón as long as Chris was in the shower.

„Can you please finish here?“

Omar nodded and you left to go to Arón‘s room.

Carefully you knocked and got a grumpy „hm“.

You opened the door and saw him sitting on his desk with his phone.

„Arón? Whats wrong?“ you tried to sound as soft as possible.

He didnt reply so you closed the door again and sat down on his bed. „Talk to me. Why is he wrong here?“

Arón then finally turned to you. You could see pain in his eyes but you had no idea how to understand that.

„He‘s...“ He started but he voice sounded a little shaky so he stopped.

„Arón?“ you tried carefully but he just looked to the ground.

„I dont know, i just feel like he‘s wrong for you.“

You swallowed. Why would he think that?

„What do you mean?“ you asked and leaned forward.

He shrugged his shoulders before replying:“He‘s too... i dont know y/n it feels off. I dont like the way he looks at you, how he touches you.“

-„What do you mean by that Arón?“

He jumped off his chair and walked around the room with his hands behind his head. „I dont know!“ he suddenly yelled and looked at you.

„Arón you have a girlfriend yourself, i dont really get your point here.“ you laughed it off.

He fake laughed and came closer to you. „Sí but do you really think that she‘s what i want? I want y...“

He got cut off by a knock on the door.

Chris was now freshly showered, dressed and looked concerned.

„Are you okay? I heard some yelling.“

You hopped off Arón‘s bed and walked towards your boyfriend.

„We‘re fine. Just a talk between friends.“ you gave Arón a dangerous glare, knowing exactly what he had wanted to say to you.

And you were absolutely mad at him for bringing that up now that you had found a nice guy. If he hadnt been such an idiot you could‘ve tried to be a thing back then but he decided to date his girlfriend and broke your heart with it. You were in love with him for over a year and when you told him 3 months ago he had pushed you away and told you he didnt like you like that. So you had gotten over it and now found Chris, who treated you better than anyone ever could, not even Arón

And now he suddenly decided to confess his „feelings“ to you?!

You had every right to be mad.

„You good?“ Chris whispered into your ear when he could feel the tension in the room.

„Yeah. Better than ever. Its all clear now.“

You slammed the door shut and pulled Chris into your bedroom, trying to calm down.

„Whats wrong with him?“ he asked concerned.

So you pulled him towards the bed and took a deep breath.

„We met almost 2 years ago...“

And just like that you told him the entire story, knowing that Arón was sitting in his room, upset. You knew he felt terrible because you‘ve been trough it. You really wanted to feel bad but he had done the same to you when all you had was him. And you dont really care how bad it hurts because he broke you first.

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TW: vampires, blood, covid mention

„You‘re late“

She rolled her eyes and took off her shoes before walking into the living room and flopping down on the sofa, next to her room mate. A just looked at her, brow raised. „So?“

„Ugh, you are insufferable“, she groaned, slowly starting to relax. „And this stupid pandemic is a pain in the arse too.“

„You tell me.“, A scoffed.

„Oh?“, she said, but A brushed her off. „You first“

„Okay, okay. So, you know, I was just out, minding my own business, when I met this guy.“, she started. „He asked me for directions to... some place, I can‘t even remember. There was not a soul around and I figured How convenient, good time for a snack, isn‘t it?

But literally the second I made the attempt to step closer, he backed away and was all Hey, 6 foot distance, the virus and all. He did follow up with an explanation about how his mum has a weak immune system and he doesn‘t want to get sick, fair enough. And then he said that he liked my hair and asked if my jacket is real leather and we ended up walking around - initially I had offered to take him to wherever he had wanted to go - and we came by a cafe so he asked if I wanted to grab a coffee or tea and...“

„So you basically went on a date?“, A stated flatly.

„I can hardly hurt someone who is that nice to me, right?“

„You could‘ve just left.“

„But he was so sweet“; she said. „He gave me his number and even walked me to the bus stop.“

A shook her head. „You‘re unbelievable.“

She shrugged. „So what? You‘re probably just jealous.“

„Pff, I‘d have your new boy toy for dinner, girl“; A said and rested her head on B‘s shoulder. The scent of A‘s shampoo engulfed them, but she noticed a hint of something else. Something metallic.

„A, why do you smell of blood?“, she said brows furrowed.

„Well, you aren‘t the only one who‘s hunt has been unsuccessful.“ A groaned. „At least your evening ended nice anyway. But honestly, I can‘t wait till clubs and stuff open again. This sucks.“

„Stop beating around the bush and tell me what happened, A. Do we have to hide a body? Get you an alibi? Go undercover?“, she said, only half-serious. She wasn‘t really worried, just curious.

A ellbowed her in the side at that and chuckled lightly. „You‘ll laugh at me and think I‘m stupid.“

„What? How dare you make such assumptions? I would never do such things!“, she gasped in fake offence, earning another elbow to the side.

„Everything was going well, I‘d found this guy, we talked, he was totally oblivious, I went in for the bite and...“, A stopped and looked down at her hands. „Gods dammit, I forgot my bloody mask. It was awkward. At that point the guy knew something was up and turned to run, call for help... so I kinda slashed open his throat. Got blood all over my new shirt as well.“

B was really trying to hold the laughter in, but as soon as A raised her eyes and she saw that miserable look, it was over. With an absolutely undignified snort she burst out laughing, and after shooting her a dirty look, A joined in. „You forgot you were wearing your mask?“

„Just shut up!“ A snorted, shaking her head. „You developed a crush on a stranger. We‘re both awful at this.“

„I still think you may have overreacted a little. Like, okay, he saw that you aren‘t exactly a normal human, but murder?“

„I panicked, okay?“. A said in a half-hearted try to defend herself. B sighed. „This really isn‘t working out for us, is it? Maybe we should start going out together, keeping each other in check. To avoid unintended dates accidental... murder.“

„Fair enough.“ A responded and stretched, then got up and grabbed her phone. „So, how about we order pizza and get some tasty chilled blood from the fridge?“

„Yeaaah“, B said with little enthusiasm and let her head fall back onto the sofa‘s backrest.

A sighed and rolled her eyes. „We‘ll go out tomorrow, okay? And we shall not return unless we got some of that good ol‘ fresh blood.“

„Deal.

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Destiny

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Destiny

It was Destiny. They were made for each other, life wanted to get them together as often as possible.

Everyday Oikawa would see her on the campus.

Everyday Oikawa would see her in the Cafeteria

Everyday Oikawa would see her walking back home after school.

He had to admit, she was pretty. A pretty girl, but there was no way she would notice him, right?

It was until the day where Karasuno played against Shiratorizawa.

All the seats were taken, except for one, it was like the seat was only made for her, only she should sit there and no one else.

In the middle of the game, a girl tapped Oikawa‘s shoulder to gain his attention, since he seemed to be so deep in the conversation he had with his friend. „huh?“ his gaze flashed over to hers, first in confusion but it quickly changed to a surprised expression.

It was her.

„May I sit here?“ she asked the male, who she knew so well. Always seeing him around, once she even got pushed against him by the crowd in the hallways of the school. „Sure“ he quickly nodded in agreement, and after getting a positive response she took a seat beside him while placing her bag onto her lap.

Now, he stood quiet. He didn‘t talk to Iwaizumi about the game, which made the male confused but he didn‘t mind not hearing his annoying voice and just focused on the game quietly.

„You are the captain of the Seijoh volleyball club, right?“ The voice which sounded like the best honey he got to taste belonged to the female beside him.

„Yes, you must be a fangirl, right?“ he asked proudly, which made her only shake her head, her gaze still on the field.

„I‘ve only heard about you,“ she told him, her gaze finally tearing away from the match to meet his.

„I have to be honest, I thought you guys would win“ she added, seeming a little disappointed. Then her eyes found its way back to the field. „I was really sure about that.“ Was she disappointed?

He was surprised by how honest she seemed to be, not only that, but she didn‘t seem like a fangirl who was only after his looks. With her looks she could get everyone, so why should she be after him?

„Sorry, I didn‘t mean to bring up this topic“ Right after noticing how quiet the male next to her got, she apologized. Maybe it was wrong to bring it up. An apologetic smile plastered over her lips, then her gaze went back to him.

„It‘s fine“ he reassured her, still stunned by how normally he could talk with her without having her freak out.

„I have seen you a lot around lately“

Once again, she tried to speak to him. (Y/n) always brought up those topics, as an excuse to talk to him.

„I also see you around a lot,“ he told her, smiling now smoothly. „we must be soulmates or-“ he didn‘t get to finish his sentence since the male next to him already gave him a small hit on his head „shut up shittykawa“ he said annoyed, making the female crack out a small laugh.

„do you always have to hit me whenever I am happy?“ he whined out while rubbing his head, pouting a little. „If you won‘t your dumbass mouth, yes.“ Iwaizumi sighed a little.

„Sorry, wasn‘t my intention to laugh“ the female apologized, trying to hold in yet another laugh.

„At least I made that pretty girl laugh-“ once again Oikawa got a hit on his head. „can you please stop now?“ a pout made its way on his lips.

Maybe she should change the topic?

„Do you usually wear contacts?“ (y/n) asked him, her attention now completely on the boy in front of her.

„Oh, yes.“ he adjusted his glasses, almost in a flirty manner. „do you-“ before he could continue his sentence, he cut himself. Iwaizumi would hit him for sure for something this stupid.

„do I?“ her eyebrows furrowed together, almost smiling in a teasing way. „Nothing“ he quickly brushed it off. Now she really smiled. „no, I really wanna know“ she placed her elbows on her tights, her hands cupping her face. „Do I what?“ she asked again in a teasing manner.

Iwaizumi, of course, noticed her tease, looking at Oikawa. „you should tell her“ he said, almost like he joined her teasing.

„No, not you too Iwa“ The male whined out, then pouted.

„Anyway, must‘ve been destiny that we always meet“ (y/n) finally changed the topic, making the male nod in agreement.

„Honestly, destiny sounds better than soulmates,“ Oikawa thought about what she said.

Yes. It sounds better than soulmates, much better.

„I guess now that life is trying to bring us together we have to exchange numbers“ he was so smooth, it was almost shocking to her.

„You could‘ve also just asked me for my number, dumbass“

(y/n) pulled her phone out, passing it to him so he would add a new contact. And he did, calling himself ‚handsome‘

„you know that I know that your name is Oikawa Tōru, right?“ a small laugh left her lips, putting her phone back into her pocket.

„But I am also quite handsome, you gotta admit~“

Just as her mouth opened slightly, he already interrupted her. „I guess pretty girls are destined to handsome guys~“

Smooth.

„Then why am I not destined to your friend?“

Sadly, that was also smooth.

„What do you mean to my friend?“ he asked offended, in a childish way.

„I mean, he is more handsome “ a small sulk formed on her lips, but in a playful way. „He is not!“

Everyone looked at you after hearing suddenly Oikawa talking out loud, making her hold in her laugh.

„shut up, trashkawa“

Another hit on his head.

„I was just kidding, I think you are more handsome“ the girl finally admitted while waving slightly her hands in defense. 

They were definitely destined for each other.