Happy June 1st, The 1975! In celebration of The 1975 day, have a little snippet of the vampire fic! All of the vampire brain rot has been so extremely real, and I am so excited to start sharing this one with y'all! (And thank you so much to everyone who has been so supportive of this new obsession!) It's still rough and things are subject to change, but I'm excited so here it is!
Matty knew that George was a vampire, he had known since they met in school, Matty bombarding him in the hallway, cornering him with a sly grin and a so I heard you played the drums. Everyone knew that George Daniel was a vampire, that his entire family was made up of vampires, that’s why he was weird, and quiet and kept to himself, more interested in books than people. It’s why he had to lather himself in sunscreen even in the English gloom before going outside. Matty, painfully human, had been fascinated by him, and getting him to join his band?! It was the perfect excuse to get closer to him, to get to know the boy with the pretty eyes and porcelain skin that he wanted to lick every inch of.
But looking at him now, Matty couldn’t help but notice that he was so much more. Sharp, angular features, and while George had always been pretty, there was something about him now that seemed unworldly. Matty didn’t know if it was because his own senses had been heightened, his body settling into its new normal, its new existence. He didn’t know if he could actually, finally see George for what he truly was, which was perfect or if it was because he was looking at George sober for the first time in ten years. He didn’t know which was worse, that he had spent so many years blind or that he had spent so many years inebriated that he didn’t even realize that his best friend looked like he had been carved by a renaissance artist.
“Matthew,” George said with an exasperated sigh, oh Matty thought, having been lost in his own lust filled thoughts, George had been speaking this entire time. “Are you even listening to me?”
Matty would have flushed if he had any excess blood left in his body to do so, instead he just shivered, he liked the way his name, his full name sounded coming from George’s lips. He wondered if that was another new side effect of his condition. Everything sounded clearer, sounded richer, and it made his spine tingle. He needed to listen to music, he realized, sitting up so fast that it made him feel dizzy, pain prickling along the side of his neck. He reached up without thinking about it, touching the bandage at his throat, wrapped around his neck where George had ripped into his jugular, saving his life even as he took it for his own.
George swallowed hard, and looked away. “Does it hurt?” he asked instead of whatever he had been going on about before. “I can get a nurse—”
Matty snorted, “George,” he said calmly, “they’re not going to give me anything for it even if it did.”
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Happy very, very late Mother's Day!
I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar!
The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again.
hope you enjoy!
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I love you he/him lesbians
I love you she/her gays
I love you "weird kids" with split dyed black and pink hair and they/it/bun in their bio
I love you boys in skirts and dresses and corsets who are still cis
I love you trans girls who love their masculine features and don't change how masculine or feminine they present
I love you trans boys who still love being feminine and hope you land the best suckerpunch on anyone who says "but isn't that just being a girl"
I love you gays who kiss their boyfriends and girlfriends and partners and joyfriends and all kinds of significant others in the hallways to flaunt that they're not straight
I love you people who wear flags and rainbows to shove your gayness or transness in people's faces
I love you straight guys who love makeup but can't wear it around your friends
I love you people who coin obscure genders and use only neo/xenopronouns(seriously y'all are so cool and I wish i could design flags half as cool as yours)
I love you all aromantic/asexual people
I love you all the people that the lgbtq+ community chooses to outcast to appease the world which would destroy us all
I hate you lgbtq+ community members who choose to attack those who are on your team in an effort to seem "normal"
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Zayne goes back to work the day after his birthday and everyone takes note of the pep he has in his step. The usually stern, down-to-business doctor has been grinning ear to ear since he stepped through the door, and all the patients, doctors, and nurses can't help but notice how vibrant he is. Zayne is positively beaming- his grim aura nonexistent through the brilliance he is currently exhibiting
Most people are confused by this sudden and aggressive shift in his demeanor, but chock it up to Zayne just being in a particularly nice mood after his trip. Whatever happened on his leave must have been truly wonderful for the doctor, and that happiness was contagious. The residents of the hospital can't help but be pleased that Asko's pride and joy finally seemed to get a moment of blissful respite.
Only Greyson and Yvonne exchange knowing looks, understanding the truth of the situation immediately. Hit with the realization of just how good his mini-vacation was (and how most of that was thanks to you), they can't help but tease their friend a bit, taking turns asking prodding questions, snickering when the only response he provides is clearing his throat and demanding they get back to work.
However it's up to Yvonne to break the news to Zayne, as it became apparent that while Greyson noticed it as well, he was too flustered by seeing it to say anything. Zayne probably thought he was being safe wearing that turtleneck under his lab coat, despite the fact that it was still far too hot aside for such attire. Unluckily for him the signs of your affection would not be so easily contained, and the large red and purple splotch the crept past the hem of his collar was not something that could be played off as a simple wound-the teeth marks made sure of that.
She had never seen Zayne turn quite so red as the moment she pulled him aside and told him, and for a moment she felt almost bad for telling him, wondering if maybe she should have let him figure it out on his own to save him from the awkwardness. However when she looked back on the man as she was departing, watching as he gingerly touched your mark, a roguish smile dancing on his lips as it no doubt made him reminisce about the moment he received it from you, that she realized his blush was not from embarrassment alone.
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