blood and ice cream

oh my god. so do you ever tweet something stupid like “a yoi vampire au where victor let yuuri bite him during the sochi banquet”, and then your entire tl gangs up on you and makes you contemplate this in vivid detail until words come out.

——

Everyone knew that Yuuri Katsuki was a vampire.

It wasn’t much of a problem, these days. Viktor had had a vampire rinkmate once, when he’d just moved up to the junior division. Ivan hadn’t been any stronger or faster, and he’d only shrugged when Viktor asked about the blood.

“It’s like – wanting ice cream,” he’d tried to explain. “It’s good if you have it, but you don’t need it, yes?”

That’s what centuries of defensive breeding did for you. Humans far outnumbered vampires, after all.

So Yuuri Katsuki was a vampire, which didn’t mean as much as “Yuuri Katsuki has level 4 spins but can’t land a quad Salchow,” and Viktor wouldn’t have thought any more about it except that Yuuri Katsuki placed sixth at the Grand Prix Final in Sochi and got very drunk at the banquet, after.

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Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Try running the ice cream scoop under warm water beforehand. Also, blood comes out with enough soda water.

Taurus: Find enlightenment in draining all the water from your body.

Gemini: One of the walls in your home is very not real. Im sure you have your suspicions as to which one.

Cancer: Show your curiosity to the world by carving a question mark into your forehead with a bread knife.

Leo: The time for peaceful conversation is gone. Break something or be broken.

Virgo: Fear offers comforts that the waking world cannot.

Libra: Its possible to think someone is weird as hell but also let them do their thing. Bathe in the insanity of the world.

Scorpio: We cannot help with some fights. This is not your fault.

Ophiuchus: There is freedom in a slip n slide.

Sagittarius: Your perception skills can be a double edged sword. We are not meant to know some things.

Capricorn: X marks the spot. The spot you should stay very very far away from.

Aquarius: Do not try to be anyone but yourself under penalty of death.

Pisces: Nobody ever admits everything. This is for the best. You do it too.

Date a boy with syrupy blood fizzling under his skin, lips smooth and cool like chocolate ice cream, hair as pillowy as cotton candy and twice as soft, a voice like a ringing bell with words so sweet they melt off of his tongue and bring you back to a simpler, kinder time.

The Floor is Lava One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: curse word(s)

Requested by anon:  Hi!! I really like your writing it’s incredible💙💙 can you please write a Peter Parker x Reader where they’re dating and they do the floor is lava challenge in different places just like the videos?

A/N: Aw, thanks anon :’) This was a cute idea, a little hard to write, but I love how it turned out, hope you enjoy!

word count: 2.2k


You sat on the floor of Peter’s bedroom smiling down at your phone. You were currently watching Twitter videos while Peter did his homework on his bed. Of course, you were supposed to be doing your homework as well, but you merely read the first paragraph of the chemistry book before you decided to “check” your phone. He had invited you over so you two could have a study date; however, neither of you had finished your homework, so the sooner you did, the sooner you could get to actually studying for your test on Monday.

“Is there something funny about the reading that I missed?” Peter asked with a teasing smile.

You looked up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. He was looking at you expectantly, probably already knowing you weren’t working, so you raised the book further to hide your phone.

“Um, yeah. I can’t believe you missed the, um,” you quickly skimmed through the page to find something to say, “covalent bonds part. The name is Bonds, Covalent Bonds.” You cringed at your attempt at a chemistry joke, but your voice held hope.

Peter tried not to smile but laughed, “Okay, that was good,”

“Really?” you mumbled, sounding surprised.

Peter quirked his eyebrow.

“I mean, yeah, obviously it was good -that’s why I was smiling…at my own joke. Not at anything else,” you quickly said, trying to save yourself.

“I can see your face glowing,” he dead-panned.

“Aw, thanks babe! I’m trying out this new moisturizer-”

“Y/N”

“It’s Chanel?” you tried.

Peter narrowed his eyes at you. “Chanel? Really?”

“Okay, I lied. It’s not Chanel, it’s an off-brand-”

“Y/N,” he laughed.

“It’s water. I’ve been drinking more water. You caught me.”

He merely gave you a look.

“My secret is out Peter I don’t know what else you want from me,” you laughed, unable to take this anymore. 

“I know you’re on your phone babe,” he said.

“Fine, fine. You caught me,” you muttered, putting the book down. “You gotta see this video though.”

You stood up from your spot on the floor to join Peter on the bed.

Peter turned away, trying to do his homework. ”Y/N no, I don’t wanna get distracted,” he whined.

“If i was trying to distract you, I could think of something better to do -if you know what I mean,” you said, wrapping your arm around his shoulder. You suggestively raised your eyebrows at Peter and he blushed.

“Um, Y/N,” he swallowed. “I don’t think we should-”

“Relax, Peter. I’m not trying to get in your pants, I just wanna show you this video,” you giggled.

He laughed nervously, “Ye-yeah, I-I knew that. I didn’t think that you were, uh, serious you know.”

You raised your brow at Peter, “So you’re saying you’re not interested?”

Clearing his throat, he mumbled, “Just play the video.”

Smiling, you played the video; it was a short compilation of “the floor is lava” challenge videos. You looked at Peter’s reaction the whole time and saw that he thought it was funny too.

“I can’t imagine actually doing that in public,” he laughed.

“Me either,” you agreed. “We should do it.”

“What?” he laughed. “No, no way.”

“Live life on the edge Parker,” you teased, lightly slapping his cheek.

He scrunched his face and held your hand in place. “My life is as on the edge as I want it to be.”

“Mm, I think it can go further,” you pushed, running your hand through his hair instead.

“Is being a crime-fighting super hero not enough?” he said, turning to look at you.

You leaned in to kiss his lips. “It’s alright, but this would make it better.”

He frowned, “I’ll think about it. Can we go back to doing our homework now?”

“How about we re-visit my previous offer,” you teased, playing with the ends of his hair. “Or do you really want to do homework?”

“Um,” he blushed. “I-”

You giggled, “It’s too fun to tease you baby.” You got up and went back to your spot on the floor. “And as much as I’d love to not do my homework, I have to get this done eventually. Don’t distract me Peter.”

Peter shook his head, biting his lip to prevent a smile, as he got back to his work.


“Peter, haven’t we studied enough?” you whined. 

“Y/N, we’ve barely gone through one section,” he said.

“One section too many if you ask me,” you said.

“Fine,” he said, closing his book. “Let’s take a break. Are you hungry?” He got up from the floor and offered you his hand.

“I’m not Hungry, I’m your girlfriend,” you smiled, standing up.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he chuckled, leading you to the kitchen.

“You want to pretend I’m not your girlfriend or that I made a Dad joke?” 

“At this point, maybe both,” he teased.

You scoffed in disbelief, “The audacity.”

You leaned against the counter and watched Peter rummage through the cabinets before checking the fridge. That’s when an idea popped up.

Oh this is gunna be good

Pulling out your phone, you got ready to snapchat a video. “Hey Pete,” you called. 

He was still looking around the fridge, but he managed to reply, “Yeah?”

“The floor is lava!” you exclaimed.

He looked up and shut the fridge. “What? Not now Y/N,” he said, embarrassed that you were still filming him. 

“C’mon Peter,” you cooed. “I wont post it, I’ll just save it.”

Peter sighed, but then looked around for some where to jump. He saw the kitchen island and sat on it.

“That was so anti-climatic,” you said chuckling, stopping the video.

“I’d like to see you do it!” he defended himself.

“Well, I can’t do it now! It has to be a surprise, that’s the whole point babe,” you tsked.

“It’s on,” he mumbled.

You smirked and patted his arm as you went to the fridge, “Sure it is Peter, sure it is.” 


The day after tomorrow, you completely forgot about the whole “floor is lava” thing. But Peter? No, Peter did not forget. In your defense, Peter had told you he wanted to take you out for a date in the park, so you were looking forward to that all morning instead.

Once you got to the park, Peter looked like he was bouncing with excitement. He practically pulled you along the path the whole time. You figured he was looking forward to the ice cream that you two always got from the vendor that walks around the park. And, wow, were you wrong.

“I think I’m gunna try a new flavor today, just to switch it up,” you said, looking up at Peter.

Peter looked down at you and smirked, “Trying to live your life on the edge or what?” 

“Yeah,” you said skeptically.

Why is he looking at me like that

Once you got to the ice cream cart, you went ahead to order because Peter claimed he needed more time to think. Finishing paying, you turned around, taking a lick of your ice cream and saw Peter fiddling with his phone. He held it up and, at first, you thought he was taking a picture -so you smiled. Then it hit you. And your smile turned to an expression of horror. 

“Peter, no-”

He looked you in the eyes and said, “The floor is lava.”

“I have ice cream!” you cried, looking around for a bench or something. 

I am not gunna lose to him, you thought.

You swallowed the last bit of dignity you had left when you saw a trash can and ran straight for it. In the process of sprinting you ditched the poor, sweet ice cream and used both hands to jump onto the bin. Peter, of course, filmed the whole thing and was left dying with laughter. The trash’s top wasn’t big enough for you to completely fall in, but your ass was still partially in there. Peter got closer to you and kept filming, but cut it off when he couldn’t stop laughing. It was that laugh he does where he closes his eyes, scrunches up his face, and bends over a bit. You’d normally appreciate how adorable he looked, and damn did he look adorable right now, but you were annoyed with him. You looked at people passing by and they either looked amused or bored -I mean, it’s New York, they’ve probably seen weirder stuff.

“Can you at least help me out,” you huffed, extending your hand.

Peter grabbed it to help you out. Stifling his laughter, he said, “Aw, baby, I’m so sorry but that was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Best thing I’ve ever seen,” you mocked, muttering to yourself as you dusted yourself off.

“I’ll buy you a new cone,” he said, biting his lip to keep from smiling.

“Fine,” you agreed. “Send me the video.”


You were definitely planning to get Peter back, the thing is, you had to make sure he wouldn’t see it coming. Now, you thought about waiting two days or so, but by Monday, Peter proceeded to show both Ned and MJ the video. It was pretty hard to have Peter forget about it when all three of them brought it up the whole week. But being the stubborn person you are, you waited until it faded out to get your revenge. Which was around the following week. 

You wanted to go shopping at the mall and begged Peter to come along since he hates shopping. Though, he changed his mind pretty quickly when you told him you would try on clothes and ask him for his opinion. The type of clothes you mentioned may or may not have persuaded him further.

Walking around the mall with Peter, you two had a great time. You almost felt bad for what you were about to do.

Almost. 

All it took was remembering that damn ice cream you had to kill in cold blood. And the smug look on Peter’s face. His stupid, but still cute, face. 

You and Peter were deciding what store to go into next, conveniently stopping by at the huge fountain in the middle of the mall.

Sorry in advance Peter, you mentally said.

You stood in front of Peter, just talking about what else you should get. You pretended to get a text and set your bags down to pull out your phone. “Hold on Pete, I needa text back my mom.”

He smiled politely and pulled out his phone to wait for you. Without him noticing, you got ready to record. 

“Hey Peter,” you said teasingly.

He looked up with a small smile, confused as to why you were filming him. “What?”

“That floor your standing on?” you said as he looked down, then back up. “It’s lava.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. “Babe, let’s not do this-”

“What’s that? Peter Parker is admitting defeat? Say it clearly so I can capture this moment forever,” you said, holding the phone closer to his face.

He glared at you and quickly surveyed the premise. The only thing he could use was the water fountain. He handed you his phone and said, “Hold this.” He ran to the fountain stood on the ledge, balancing carefully. Turning to you, he extended his arms out in triumph. 

Damn it, I was hoping he’d fall in, you thought.

“Was that it Y/N?” he called out, smirking at you.

An idea popped into your head. You smirked back and held out Peter’s phone. His expression faltered.

“Babe, don’t you dare-”

I’m sure his Spidey senses or whatever can come in handy, right?

“Catch!” you said, tossing his phone.  

You threw it a little more to the left, so Peter had to reach further for it. In doing so, he lost his footing, but managed to smack the phone away before he fell in. Your mouth dropped in surprise as he made a huge splash.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, laughing slightly. You ran to pick up his phone, then went to the fountain. You went up to Peter, still recording because why not, and asked if he was okay as he scrambled to get up. Giggling at his form, you leaned out to give him a hand.

Spitting out water, reaching for you, he said, “I’m, I’m fine -I just got hot. I totally meant to do that.”

You stopped filming at this point and helped him climb out of the fountain, laughing slightly.

Once he got out of the fountain you whispered to Peter, “We should probably leave before we get kicked out.” 

“Yeah, yeah we should,” he said quickly. “Go go go,” he rushed, getting your bags and speed-walking away -you following after him. 

You and Peter decided to call it a truce since you both got some embarrassing footage of each other. Getting out of the mall, you told him, “Let’s just never do that again.”

“Yup. I’m never coming back to this mall,” he muttered, moving his wet curls out of his face.

“We can’t ever come back,” you agreed.

Peter nod his head in agreement and held your hand as you both pretended that his shoes didn’t make that squishy sound with each step.


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Hamilton Yandere Headcanons

(I love Yanderes too much omehgowd!)

Alexander:

-Writes his victims an anonymous warning before his kills

-Befriends 90% of his Victims before the kill

-Almost always goes to the funeral and speaks

-Makes a public message about it and blames the killings on a sick freak

-Staged an attack on himself

-Kills by using a pistol or strangulation

-Uses Jefferson’s cane as a weapon very often(Only For Jamilton)

-Doesn’t have time for long kills but enjoys them

-Writes in his victims blood from time to time

-Says its red ink from France

Aaron:

-Stalks his Victims

-Sings/hums before his kills

-Rarely is seen with his Victims before their death

-Never talks to his “Senpai” willingly

-Lets his Senpai’s best friend live but scares them horribly(Only Burrmads)

-Buys his Love endless gifts

-gives the gifes to his love but says it from some serect admirer

-Kills with a blade

-Frames others

-during his years as a laywar he had three or more men jailed for his crimes

-makes kills as long and painful as he can

-“Want to just end it? You have to wait for it”

-Plans out everything

THOMAS:

-Will go as far as too fly you out to France just to kill you

-Has a blade hidden in his cane

-Kills only using his cane and bare hands

-Plays endless mind games

-Talk shit about Ham? He’ll bury you alive(Jamilton…..Clearly)

-Isn’t only protective about his love. He’ll kill for his friends too

-Moans his love’s name during the kill

-Has used the blood of a victim in Ice cream he made

-Feed it to the victims family

-Has done the same thing with his blood but he feed that to his love

-Will hide the body under his own bed if he has too

JAMES:

-fakes being sick 50% of the time to appear weak

-Gives off a sickeningly sweet smile before his kills.

-Normally used a chainsaw for his kills

-after killing, he normally sneaks into Burrs house and steals something(BurrMads…….Again clearly)

-Writes in a diary about his kills and his Love

-Refers to his Love as Daddy/Mommy

-Keeps the body around for a few days to defile it

-Has a whole room filled with anything and everything about his Love

GWash:

-Protects Laf and Alex Like its no body bitness to be honest(Washette/Father-Son Whamilton)

-Is protective of his love and close friends

-Kills with a shot gun

-Will cut his Victims up and feed it to his dogs

-Has send body parts of his victims to his Love

-“If I find you anywhere near my son…..I mean Alexander I will personally end you”

-Is mostly likely befriends with his love(Think of that song “Jenny”)

Hercules:
-Is loud all the time but when killing you never hear him

-Uses simple things like darts to kill

-Will sew your skin into a dress

-Attacks with darts and needles

-You’ll hear him coming (Trust me you will)

-Will Befriend you to make you not be cautious

-Seems like a loud sweetheart with dreams

-Actually is very cold inside…..still loud though

-Actually has a backstory as to why he’s a Yandere(Idk yet give me a day or so)

earth an·gel

/ərTH ˈānjəl/

noun

  1. I threw myself into the void, but the void placed me gently back on shore and said darling you will be remembered, not for who you are, but you failed to be. So, I told the void fuck off and dived right back in, these seawater lungs gulping down lifeblood, this is a stinging baptismal rebirth.
  2. I wake up to fluorescent lights in the hospital, and  desperately rip out needles they injected in me, devil tendrils pulsing in life I do not want. Ten hands hold me down, and I scream this is my last rite, the doctor says that is a classic case of delusions of grandeur to the scared interns and there is a prick on my neck and everything goes dark.
  3. The galaxy is eating me, and this non-oxygenated blood circles in my lungs, making my heart and everything so devastatingly blue blue blue, I am so daringly mortal, in my self-destructive tendencies, that these veins can’t take any more pinprick points before they burst. The galaxy whispers this is how a junkie looks, this is how an angel self-destructs. 
  4. I claw my way out of my own lungs, in a different world, my hospital gown hangs off me as my back bends and breaks, I rise to the ceiling and levitate, the doctor says that is a classic case of demonic possession to the scared interns, my head spins 360, my spine cracks and bees erupt from my mouth I am not a classic case, I am the original Lilith, my serpent tongue speaks. The nurse checks off unknown species on my chart and continues on. 
  5. Gabriel draws me up from the water, and I can swear, he reminds me of someone I know are you Hermes? He smiles in another life some knew me by that name.  In that moment I remember, and I know he is not taking me somewhere I want to be so I rip myself from his grasp, leaving twin bruises on my arms, in another world I was Icarus and the sun was my beloved, but in this one I made my vows with the ocean abyss. Where are you going? He calls after my plummeting body, home home home. 
  6. Is your home not heaven? the sky asks as I descend through it. In another world maybe, but it never truly was. 
  7. I hit the earth hard, dazed and mouth full of soil, I think this is home. With its glided mortality, and chocolate chunk brownie ice-cream. With its blood-soaked kisses, and barbed wire love,with its sunshine lungs and radiation smiles, in its imperfections, this is home in the way the ocean stings against my cut wrists, this is home in the way I have bled for it, this is home in the way it gave me shelter when my wings were gone. This is home in the way it embraced me when all I  had was a cage on my back. Welcome back it says, welcome back. 
  8. Who have you become, the void whispers, she stops and corrects herself what have you become? All I know is that these veins are no longer glowing, that this halo is broken and gone, that these wings cannot fly no longer, all I know is that this earth is my cradle, my mother, my grave. All I know is that I am stronger than ever before. I tell the void fuck off. 
  9. I am no longer what I was before.
The signs as things that happen way too often on chopped
  • Aries: that whiny white boy chef talking about how he shouldn't have been chopped
  • Taurus: Ted Allen telling the contestant the judges can't eat their food because they got blood on the plate
  • Gemini: when two chefs are racing to the ice cream machine in the dessert round
  • Cancer: Alex Guarnaschelli yelling at the contestants to finish their plates
  • Leo: Ted Allen making a bad pun and laughing at it
  • Virgo: Aarón Sanchez telling someone their dish needs more spice
  • Libra: Geoffrey Zakarian telling someone their dish is too spicy
  • Scorpio: the contestants complaining about a mystery basket ingredient because it isn't organic
  • Sagittarius: a chef talking about their dramatic life story without being asked
  • Capricorn: Amanda Freitag telling a contestant that their dessert isn't sweet enough
  • Aquarius: Scott Conant complaining about raw red onions
  • Pisces: a contestant bursting into tears when asked about their family
vamp!baejin

a/n; feelin spoopy and since iris did vamp!jihoon imma complete the winkdeep ship like me and iris im so cringe delete me pls and this might be short sorry

warnings: mentions of blood and periods, read at your own discretion

“The realms of day and night. Two different worlds coming from two opposite poles mingled during this time.” 

  • you and jinyoung were classmates
  • like the both of you were in the same class for freshman year, and for this year the same class as well
  • not that you didn’t like jinyoung, in fact, you had a tiny crush on him
  • but so far, your encounters with him were sorta cold
  • like, just passing down of papers or like discussion for classwork
  • he never spoke beyond “yes” or “no” or “thank you”
  • and he never initiated conversations
  • whenever it was recess he would speed off to god knows where
  • you never/hardly saw him in the cafeteria
  • even if you do he eats, alot
  • by alot i mean 3 servings of bulgogi, egg, potatoes, rice and seaweed soup
  • and his water bottle is a thermos flask
  • whenever he takes a sip out of his flask his lips would be tinted a deep red
  • lowkey hot but let’s move on
  • you’ve always wondered what on earth he was drinking but you were lowkey scared of him,, his looks are intimidating
  • sometimes he would get off early from school
  • as sometimes he would become breathless and stuff
  • and the teacher just excuses him
  • and youre like
  • “excuse me i can act breathless *hyperventilates* and get off school too??”
  • ^ you @ your friends
  • “maybe he just has asthma–”
  • “wELL IF HE DID HE WOULD HAVE HAD AN INHALER AND NOT GET OFF SCHOOL EARLY?!”
  • you don’t even know why you were so pressed tbh
  • until one fine day
  • you were just chilling in chemistry
  • listening to the chemistry teacher drone on about iron(II) sulfate
  • y’all im still pressed about iron(II) sulfate its my most hated solution on earth i want it to not exist in front of me ever again
  • “ok so to prove this, we have to do a test,, iron(II) will produce a dirty-green precipitate in sodium hydroxide…”
  • then you felt something
  • “its ok maybe its just discharge no biggie–”
  • surprise bitch its your period
  • you felt more blood coming out, you were lowkey panicking
  • you not socalmly took out your pad from your bag and raised your hands and excused yourself to the toilet
  • and when you confirmed that it was really your period, your mood got 10x worse
  • after you were done, you saw jinyoung waiting outside with a pack of blood
  • you were puzzled but decided to ignore him
  • “y/n!”
  • you were shook, it was the first time he actually addressed you like that
  • “here’s a pack of blood, since you’re on your period, you’re losing alot of blood… so, here’s one to replenish?”
  • you were legit confused
  • “why would i need blood?”
  • “wha–”
  • “and how do you know that i’m on my period?”
  • “i, could smell it”
  • “you could–smell? ok unless you’re a dog or you’re–”
  • you saw jinyoung’s eyes turned from a choco brown to a deep maroon red, and you were more afraid of him than anything now
  • “sorry jinyoung, i gotta go.”
  • you ran off to the opposite side of school, in the abandoned toilets by the sports hall
  • what the hell did you just see
  • you saw jinyoung’s eyes turned red at the blink of your eyes
  • and him giving you a pack of blood?
  • that could only mean one thing…
  • he’s a vampire
  • it lowkey sucks because you had your cca, rhythmic gymnastics after school,
  • on the first day of your period,
  • after school ends at 3pm,
  • and upon discovery that jinyoung was a vampire
  • to make things worse, your teacher had to make you memorise a new routine for a competition in a week
  • “what’s wrong with you today, y/n? you can’t do your jumps properly, you can’t catch and hold your ribbon, neither can you hold your scorpion, what can you do?!
  • “i had my period today–”
  • “don’t you dare use your period as an excuse to slack off training! you’d better do well or you’re out of the school team.”
  • all you could do was sigh and grudgingly pick up your ribbon, take a gulp of water and continue the routine again
  • soon enough, you were seeing stars, and then your world was pitch black.
  • when you woke up, you were in the nurse’s office
  • you saw jinyoung by your side, his head rested on the side of the bed
  • you immediately shifted aside, which made him wake up immediately
  • “w-why are you here?”
  • “i’m a member of the first aid,” he showed off his club tee and his name tag, “i was assigned to look after you.”
  • “you won’t, drink my blood right?”
  • jinyoung threw his head back in laughter, making you confused
  • “y/n, do you think i would drink your period blood?” he held his stomach in laughter, “that’s gross, we aren’t that thirsty to drink your period blood.”
  • he knows i know that he’s a vampire, you thought
  • “then why did your eyes turn red just now?”
  • “i gave up my favourite pack of blood for the girl i like, obviously i was hungry–”
  • “the girl i like?” 
  • “i…i said nothing, you don’t–”
  • “the boy i like happens to be a vampire… and a very good looking member of the first-aid club… what do i do?”
  • just then, jinyoung’s stomach growled, which made him smile sheepishly
  • “i guess i’ll get going–”
  •  you held out your forearm for jinyoung, making him widen his eyes
  • “just take it.” you thrusted your forearm at him, “at least i can skip training if my blood sugar is low.”
  • “i can’t–”
  • “A+ blood, is your favourite… you couldn’t drink it thanks to me… I owe you one.”
  • “it’s in my bag–”
  • “JUST TAKE IT BAE JINYOUNG, IT WONT HURT ME–”
  • jinyoung just placed a light peck on your forearm, smiling to you as he exited the office
  • “what…” you scoffed
  • but hey that was cute
  • you and jinyoung just started dating without asking “will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend” LOL
  • in class, you and jinyoung would sit beside each other
  • which raised a few eyebrows but people supported it
  • there were many instances where you willingly shoved your forearm under jinyoung’s nose
  • his eyes would turn red but he would never feed off you
  • until one day he forgot to bring his thermos flask of blood, he had no choice but to feed on your blood or he would prolly die
  • the gentlest of vampires, his bite mark is very faint which would disappear in a few days
  • and also your accomplice in skipping trainings
  • other than that, jinyoung would be a very nice and ordinary boyfriend
  • and wouldn’t mind skinship
  • except that one time when he tried to kiss you his fangs accidentally cut your lip
  • “i have a plaster with a blood capsule so it will compensate for the blood loss”
  • feels super sorry and makes up by treating you ice cream and lots of cuddles
  • overall, a very naive and innocent boyfriend and vampire
  • pls protec

To my girls feeling lonely or waiting for love:
Yesterday we failed to make reservations at our favorite restaurant and got there with empty bellies only to find out there was over an hour wait. Irritated, we opted to check out the restaurant across the street. 45 minute wait there. Extra annoyed and super HANGRY we stormed off. Okay not really, but we were frustrated. We were so hungry that we decided to get dessert first. Just to keep our blood sugar up. As we finished our ice cream, we were still hungry. It helped, but didn’t quite do the trick. Thankfully, our table was ready and we sat down to eat a completely satisfying meal. I fell asleep as he drove me home, so obviously it was good.

So what’s my point? I think sometimes we turn people into ice cream cones. Like our hearts are so hungry as we wait and wait, as place after place we seek satisfaction from fails, that we settle. And that’s just it. Sometimes, we chase after a man, or run into an ice cream shop, for that quick little fix. Funny though, how we still feel hungry, or lonely, still. It’s not quiet enough.

I know because I do it. And I know what you’re thinking as you look at pictures of us grinnin’ & stuff: “big whoop. At least I’ve got a guy.” Well, yes, but that doesn’t just turn off lonely. Because I’m a firm believer that the condition of loneliness has very little to do with a relationship status. But everything to do with God calling us to be alone with Him.

I’ve felt lonely time after time both in and out of a relationship. I get antsy when Matt doesn’t text back. I question if I’m a burden to him. I wonder if he misses me when we’re apart. I spend countless hours shuffling through lies in my head telling me I’m not quite missable or noticeable or love-able enough. Just like you do, girlfriend. Whether your single or madly in love.

So if you’re feeling lonely, look at what you’re filling yourself up with. Is it an ice cream cone, or in other words, a romance? OR is it the real meal? I’ll bet if you wait and seek a little longer, your table will be ready. And He will satisfy your hunger.
Because loneliness doesn’t exist in a place where God’s love dwells. I promise you that.

—  Jordan Lee
It is the ghost from your mouth, the way it ties itself around your hands and teaches you to kill, bones bleaching black under green-yellow-red lights in the city at night. You are old and belong to the desert sands and dry riverbeds more than you belong here. You are old enough to carry a dead plague in your blood.
He is a lucid dream of a person, all bright colors and giddy impossibility saying ‘look’ saying ‘watch’ and you do, you do a thousand times over. He is new and belongs to pavement and gunpowder smoke. He is new and he kisses you along your contaminated veins.
God this city is bright as the sun when he grabs you by the hand and you follow willingly, he’s the stars themselves making their way down main street for midnight ice cream.
You have a small ocean of blood on your hands in the flickering light of a 24-hour convenience store. He grabs a tub and grins at you, mischief already seeping into his gums. His hands are rosy and unclean and he and you share the ice cream in the dark of the night, sins and all.
He is new and wicked and already vicious and your love for him spans miles like a sandstorm ready to kill anything in its path.
—  HEY KILLER WHATS WITH THE SMILE

anonymous asked:

your way of writing it´s so amazing!! your BH X reader gave me super strong heart beats! -dies- but!! can you write some BH X demencia??? do you?? <3 ;n; i think this ship is a little bit abandoned :( !! thank you!! <3

ARE YOU GOING TO JOIN ME OR NOT?

Black Hat x Demencia

A/N: I will not abandon this ship!! Fear not dear anon! Join me on my quest to deliver joy and content to all the shippers in this fandom! Hopefully you guys like this one! I thought it was pretty cute x)&

Black Hat from outside the room: I BETTER HAVE NOT JUST HEARD YOU SPREADING JOY IN THERE!!!

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The day was going par for the course for our favorite crazy lizard girl, waking up at the crack of noon and promptly going to annoy 5.0.5. She then poured herself some cereal made mostly of sugar, watched a few cartoons, pestered Dr. Flug for an hour or so, and then made her way over to her desk (She was BH’s assistant after all. Had to do something.) where she took a few calls, wrote down some new orders in green crayon and began to make her way to “Hattie’s” office.

The day was also going par for the course for our tall, evil CEO. Black Hat began his day before the sun arose, drinking some black coffe and going immediately to his office, taking care to torment Dr. Flug and the bear on his way.

Black Hat sighed at the ludicrous amount of paperwork he still had to do piled on his desk. Running an evil business wasn’t always fun, but cheating the legal systems of the government was, so he didn’t mind.

However he had been cooped up in his office for a few days now. He needed to get out for a while.

Black Hat almost hit Demencia with the office door.

Demencia made a quick yelping noise and jumped out of the way of the door which her boss had so violently thrown open, but was left frozen with her folder in hand at the sight of him. She sighed at his beauty.

Black Hat raised an unamused eyebrow, about to scold her. However, the folder in her hands caught his attention.

“¿Y qué es esto?” He asked, pulling the folder from her fingers and looking it over.

“Huh.” Black Hat thought, “She’s actually been doing her job…”

“New orders, Black Hat.” Demencia said proudly, and Black Hat smirked. With the snap of his fingers the folder went up in black flames, materializing onto his desk.

“I’ll deal with them later.” He responded, watching her eyes gleam with wonder at his powers.

“W-where are you going?” Demencia asked with eyes like that of a small dog.

“Out.” was Black Hat’s curt response. Demencia seemed to deflate as he walked away. Black Hat stopped a few steps down the hall and without looking back at her added, “So are you going to join me or not?”

After all, Demencia was overdue for a walk anyways.

Demencia froze, confused for a moment, then hastily ran to meet him. He hissed when she attempted to hold his hand, but otherwise didn’t complain about her presence. In fact, if he were to be honest, watching Demencia scare the neighborhood children as he walked behind her down the street was the most fun he’d had all day.

They made their way through the streets towards the big city as the sun set in the distance lit the sky a blood red.

At some point Demencia spied an ice cream place, and Black Hat could tell that she wanted to go inside terribly. Normally he would have just continued walking. He hated ice cream. Yet instead, he smiled at her and they crossed the street (J-walking of course) to enter the establishment.

Black Hat let Demencia order whatever she wanted, and she was more than thrilled. He even caught himself smiling at her enthusiasm as she asked for almost every topping imaginable and literally jumped for joy when the man at the counter handed her treat to her. She ran off to find a table, while Black Hat scarred the man for life and quietly pocketed the cash from the register inside his coat.

Demencia had chosen a seat right next to the window where she was already enjoying her ice cream. Black Hat caught himself smiling again. About the robbery of course. Obviously.

He sat next to her and looked out the window with a seemingly bored attitude. In reality he was enjoying himself, but he didn’t dare say anything. People exited the ice cream shop as quickly as possible, small children crying. Both of them grinned.

Without warning a flash of blue and yellow appeared outside the window. Black Hat let out an exasperated sigh and looked threateningly at the manager who had no doubt pressed the panic button. Demencia growled.

“Come out with your hands in the air and we can resolve this peacefully!” Came the voice of the hero. Black Hat rolled his eyes.

“As if I would ever demean myself in that way.” Black Hat said, preparing to use his laser vision to take out one of his eyes before mauling the man, but suddenly a blur of green and stripes pulled the man from his view.

Demencia.

Black Hat ran outside to make sure that super brat hadn’t damaged her…or…gotten rid of one of his employees. Instead he saw Demencia, covered in blood and attacking the man without mercy. He smiled at her pure savage strength, inhuman by nature. There was a certain beauty to it, how Demencia fought with flips and perfectly timed leaps.

“Demencia.” Black Hat said her name quietly and simply held up one hand, but she immediately ceased when he spoke her name. She could recognize his voice in the middle of a hurricane.

Black Hat approached the wounded man and gave Demencia a look of sheer pride.

“Fly away.” Black Hat smiled, “And remember this.”

Black Hat didn’t even need to say a thing as the super flew away quickly to the sounds of both of their laughter. He didn’t realized it, but Black Hat had attached a small, but powerful bomb to his tattered cape. When he reached home, it should send the entire place up in flames, along with his loved ones and neighbors. The product was still a prototype. He had been meaning to test it out.

Of course, Black Hat explained this to Demencia, who seemed completely enthralled at everything he said. Why hadn’t he notice that gleam in her eyes before? She was more enthusiastic than he had initially realized.

They returned to the manor and Black Hat even stayed with Demencia through dinner, though he would not give a straight answer as to why.

But that night, when he picked up his violin and began to play for himself, the answer was made clear. The way the melody flowed so nicely. How he smiled gently rather than devilishly. The fact that this song was in a major key…

Demencia sat outside the door to his room and sighed contently, not even realizing the significance of what she was hearing.

Misplaced Emotions

Summary: Dan Howell is a vampire who’s lost his humanity, and all he wants is to fuck Phil Lester, who just so happens to be a vampire hunter.

TW: a million cuss words. casual mention of blood and death and sex and a (very calm/non descriptive) murder takes place bc dan’s a vampire and he be hungryyy

Word Count: 3k

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