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ok forget the art inconsistency. forget his ability to change appearance/age/whatever. what if he just casually got a (i suppose more convenient) haircut after dropping barry in the negative speed force, thinking he got rid of him so there was no need to smash the slay button that much to impress him anymore and apparently decided to subtly show it off to iris cause i have no idea why else he would take his mask off that moment
#im also convinced he styled his hair for like third time in his life the second he felt barry's presence right before they first met#aint no way it was so perfect after that fucking mask. aint no way unless not much time spent in it and 25th century styling stuff ig#not much time cause it eventually does get ruined later that day when the every second is a gift occurs#and for the 3rd or so time in his life cause everywhere besides rs first contact and the time traveller cosplay ITS A COMPLETE FUCKING MESS#eobard thawne#reverse flash#professor zoom#the flash#eobarry ig?
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ive been reading way too much romance manga lately and all of them seem to have a wardrobe malfunction scene and I MUST to ask.,. sr reader having a wardrobe malfunction ?? their reactions like “I do not see I do not perceive” but internally screaming. thoughts? ponderings? musings even??
WAIT HOLD ON !! YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE !! there is nothing i love more than shojo tropes... scarlet ribbons would pair so well with them omg... i need to look up a list and start writing them for funsies <3
reader here is fem!
[Scarlet Ribbons Index]
Giorno
Giorno is stuck in the middle of an intense moral dilemma. If it’s just the two of you, he’d rather not embarrass you by pointing it out; he’d use his Stand to pull down your skirt on the sly. He doesn’t want you to think he’s been ogling you and that’s how he happened to notice the malfunction. In the moment, he’s honestly so concerned about navigating this with decorum that he forgets to get flustered. It isn’t until later when he lays down for the night that the weight of the situation hits him. He feels like he’s disrespecting you somehow by letting his thoughts wander and does his best to think about anything else, takes a cold shower and everything. Almost loses it on the spot when your Stand gives him a knowing thumbs up the following day.
Bruno
Bruno is similar to Giorno where he prioritizes not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way. While he’s trying to figure out what to do, he’ll be damned if he lets anyone wander into your general vicinity. He radiates the most ominous aura to keep others at bay. He fights every instinct in his body not to stare and admire the skin he isn’t used to seeing. Bruno already feels guilty for harboring romantic feelings for you in the first place, seeing as you’re his subordinate. This definitely isn’t helping. You’re over there smiling and making jokes while he’s struggling to remember how to breathe. Ends up shedding his blazer and throwing it over your shoulders, unable to take the stress any longer. The end of one crisis ends up inadvertently causing another. Bruno learns that day that he really likes how his clothes look on you.
Fugo
Fugo starts sputtering, trying (and failing) to string together a coherent sentence. He’s landed in this situation a few times ever since you started rooming together, summer being especially dangerous. He honestly has no idea what to do with himself when you’re walking around in a tank top and short shorts. Ends up getting mad at you and your stupidly attractive body, but is even more upset with himself for how easily it riles him up. It’s just a little bit of skin, why can’t he control himself? He’s above such boorish behavior! Probably. You’re none the wiser to his tribulations and assume he’s just glaring at you because you forgot to take the trash out or something. Will only inform you of the malfunction if you’re planning to go out — he’s not letting anyone else get treated to such a view. Fugo ends up having to pantomime the issue to you because his tongue simply will not form words. He cannot look you in the eyes for the next few days.
Mista
Mista is uncertain if this is a blessing from God or a trial from the devil. He’s being allowed to view a little glimpse of heaven, yet the cost is steep; what if you catch onto his staring and piece everything together? You’d probably write him off as a creep. Then his chances with you would be ruined forever unless you got hit with a memory-erasing Stand. It’s unusual for him to be perturbed by anything, he’s normally so relaxed. He would be if this was happening with literally anyone else but you. Since you’re involved, he needs to use like, tact or whatever. It’s rough. Eventually, he brings you close with an arm around your shoulders and whispers what the problem is. He’ll eagerly offer to help in any way you need it.
Narancia
He goes to cover his eyes with his hands... but then splays his fingers so he can still see. Only a peek. You’ll find out what’s going on the fastest with him. Narancia just can’t keep his thoughts inside his head when you’re involved. It’s difficult to tell who is the most embarrassed between the two of you. He’s apologizing, you’re apologizing, it’s developing into quite the scene. It doesn’t help that he swears to stab anyone who walks by to preserve your honor. You have to convince him to put the knife away while readjusting your traitorous outfit. After the heat of the moment has passed, he dejectedly asks if you hate him now. Please reassure him that he did nothing wrong or he’ll be sad for ages.
Abbacchio
Surprisingly has the most composed response somehow? He knows how the rest of his team gets when they’re around you, it’s like the caveman part of their brain takes over. Abbacchio likes to think he’s better than that. He’ll call you over and calmly explain what the issue is. He doesn’t beat around the bush but he’s not crude either. If you’re out and it’s something you can’t fix right away, he’ll offer to go buy you a hoodie or whatever. It might be a little mean of him to admit, but it’s kinda cute watching you get flustered over the whole ordeal. Though he’s nice enough not to tease you about it in the moment, expect him to bring it up every now and then whenever you start pestering him too much.
#giorno x reader#bruno x reader#fugo x reader#mista x reader#narancia x reader#abbacchio x reader#giorno giovanna x reader#bucciarati x reader#pannacotta fugo x reader#guido mista x reader#narancia ghirga x reader#leone abbacchio x reader#vento aureo x reader#jjba x reader#jojo's bizarre adventure x reader#scarlet ribbons#my stuff#answered#Anonymous
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ok so i saw you answered an ask about brazilian telenovela villain Félix like months ago and ...... i just feel like i need to elaborate on hard that novela goes.
so Félix's father César hated Félix his whole life for being gay (and also other unrelated reasons) so one day César sleeps with a prostitute and then immediately hires her to "make a man" out of his son. The prostitute Edith does so happily and actually manages to sleep with Félix and they proceed to enter the most fucked up marriage ever put to film.
The main reason they get married is because Edith is pregnant with their son. Edith then actually falls in love with Félix and he loves her back but in a platonic way. In the first part of the novela (novelas usually start in the past for a couple episodes to set up everything and then skip to the present) Edith finds out Félix threw his niece in a dumpster :/. She also finds out he sleeps with men and threatens to leave, she only doesn't cause she wants his money. He promises to never cheat again.
When she finds out he's cheating again (like 12 years later) she takes pictures of it and shows his entire family to ruin his life. César hates that his son is gay so much that he is willing to pay Edith 2 million reais plus an apartment to stay with his son. This is also when Edith tells César that her son is actually César's, making the kid Félix's half brother. César wants to hide this information really bad.
Eventually when Félix is about to be kicked out of the house by his father (because he stole money from family's hospital) Edith begs to get back together by giving him money. They actually DO get back together and look quite happy. And then immediately Félix finds out that his son isn't his and organizes a family dinner to expose his father and his wife in the most dramatic way possible. This gets Edith kicked out of the house (the whole family lives together, except César who is with his new wife from an unrelated storyline).
To get revenge, Edith tells César that Félix was the one who threw his niece in that dumpster (this was a mistery for 12 years) and César organizes a family reunion to expose Félix. That is what leads to Félix becoming poor (his mom forces him to quit his job and kicks him out of the house) and selling hot dogs. No one reports him to the police because they don't want the drama.
Also in brazilian novelas, each couple or character gets their own theme song that plays in their scenes, so every time Edith and Félix fuck Lana Del Rey's Summertime Sadness plays in the background
Sorry for the longest ask of all time i just thought you should know the details ahahah (this covered a fraction of the novela)
Oh Félix...
I forgot all about this dude tbh, but my mom went INSANE over the plot descriptions I gave her. She was like "THIS WAS ON TV??" like yeah. Yeah, it was. And now I'm reading this plot description and thinking, wow, this almost reminds me of a plot that would be on hit American Disney-affiliated drama television series Once Upon A Time
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2072
"You're the son of Kousuke Ezaki, right?"
"Hm. Got a feelin' he'd be disagreein' with ya on this..."
After Vince returned to Night City in 2071, Jackie introduced him to another of his many "friend-of-a-friend"s - the owner of a Valentino-adjacent (but not officially affiliated) car repair shop in Heywood. The guy had been desperately looking for a tech-savvy helper, and Jackie figured it might be something Vince could be good at with his knowledge, skills and an interest in cars.
Vince did not exactly jump at the opportunity, but he did not have too many other choices at the time, if he wanted to keep a roof above his head. There were better jobs, but also much worse, and so he agreed to give it a try.
Turned out, he had a knack for cars, and after some initial reluctance from both sides, "V" became an important asset to the small repair shop in no time. He learned to enjoy all aspects of the work, from fine-tuning ECUs to fixing electrical damages, all the while improvising with the often limited resources at hand. Still though, not a Heywood-native, Vince always remained the odd-one-out among his coworkers, as with their love for cars their common interests ended. Vince learned to prefer it this way, as it gave him the freedoms to set his own priorities, work on side-projects while the others were out for lunch for example. Also, he would not get too attached to a workplace and coworkers he knew he did not want to stay around forever.
The repair shop's clientele largely consisted of locals, gangers and "normal" citizens alike (even if the lines tended to get blurry occasionally). But there was also a handful of regulars of a bigger, much better-paying caliber, that Vince initially wasn't even allowed to look at, let alone touch their cars.
Word-of-mouth recommendations had led a certain Arthur Jenkins to Heywood one fateful day, his request so simple that Vince was allowed to tackle it. The first time he was trusted with a "special" customer on his own. The task: "correct" the milage of the suit's car, easy as pie. Vince had mastered similar feats as a teenager already.
What should have been a quick-and-easy job though uncovered something Jenkins did not like at all - a well-hidden tracker following his every move, and had it not been for Vince's experience with these things, it would have remained undiscovered most likely. Jenkins left the shop satisfied but also curious... How come a low-life street-punk like that knew so much about Militech tracker signatures?
A few days later Vince was intercepted by Jenkins on his way home. Initially not too impressed by the corpo throwing around random facts about Vince's not-so-secret past that anyone with too much time on their hands could have uncovered, Jenkins had an ace in the hole. Vince was confronted not only with a part of his past not even he himself was aware of at this point... but also an offer too intriguing to pass up...
Vince through the years (4/9)
Fun fact: I'm fully abusing this little project to showcase all the hairstyles I almost gave Vince when I first made him in CC XD This wasn't my second or third choice, but I considered it! It's just so funky-looking with the two colors, super bold, and it does really fit him during that time in his life where he doesn't give a fuck about anything at all anymore. He goes a bit more wild with his appearance, dares to experiement more and grows into his own person... only for Jenkins to show up just in time to ruin everything, the bastard (affectionate).
I don't want to spoil too much about what exactly it is that Jenkins knows about Vince's past that made him eventually follow him into Arasaka's loving embrace, cause I still wanna write this scene out in detail in my background fic for Vince :3 It isn't just one detail or one thing either, it's a multitude of factors, promises, secrets, opportunities, combined with Vince's hunger for more than being a little part-time mechanic in a sleazy auto shop, more than a roadie or retail worker, just more... because he knows he has the potential for it, and Jenkins is holding all the keys to unlock it in that moment.
And yes, this is all one hell of a fateful coincidence, but it's those that make a good story. As for the task Vince was given with resetting the car's mileage: he had done similar things to his mother's car as a teen, when he "borrowed" it late at night to go on joyrides with his "friends" at the time and she was not supposed to notice. His mother also had connections and friends at Militech that supplied her with little tracking devices to keep her unruly child in check, and once Vince noticed that he learned to spot and disable them as well.
Also, tiny detour to/ easter egg for "Love is Stored in the Olive Jar", if you've been keeping up with that!
The car in the background of the upper pic and more prominently in the second with Jackie is Vince's first car, a pale blue Archer Quartz. The (almost) same model Mr. B provided as a getaway vehicle in chapter one of my post-ending fic, that Vince has to abandon at an auto repair shop :3c Oh, how could Mr. B have known these details of Vince's past...
Speaking of Vince's past and the quote I put at the very top of the post! Vince isn't hiding the fact that he's trans, it's a part of his story and he's proud of his identity. So, when Jenkins wonders if he's Kousuke Ezaki's son, Vince reacts the way he does because for one, by the time his father had died he hadn't realized himself yet that he was trans. And secondly, even if he had, he knew his father well enough to know he would never have accepted him the way he is, for a variety of reasons.
In this moment he learns an important thing about Jenkins: that he's a manipulative bastard trying to tug on his heartstrings, but he only has outdated, surface-level information - or is at least willing to reveal only that for starters.
#cyberpunk 2077#cp2077#cyberpunk vp#cyberpunk 2077 vp#cyberpunk v#male v cyberpunk#corpo v#arthur jenkins#vincent ezaki#my vp#adskdf I was really looking forward to this one#I hate Jenkins as a person but love him so fucking much as a character#vince through the years
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general mp100 char headcanons,,(this’ll probably change in the future maybe,, i’ll update as i think of new ones)
shigeo “mob” kageyama
he/him
bi 100%
he’s quiet in most spaces and likes to listen but he rambles a lot when given the opportunity
he’s more talkative in general post canon but usually needs someone to start the conversation
he feels a little uncomfortable in fem clothes (because of the school break in incident) but would wear a skirt if asked (depends on who’s asking, will say no to reigen)
will wear anything teru buys for him
always the first player when playing video games
goes to s&s at least once a week to visit
teases his brother sometimes (but is the one mostly being teased)
the most normal little guy you’ve ever seen /j
arataka reigen
he/him
(disaster) gay
single father of 3 (tome, teru, shou)
married to serizawa
has a decent fashion taste when recommending things to others (but not himself all his clothes are ugly)
unofficially adopted teru and let him live in his apartment; serizawa (didn’t live with him at the time) convinced him into getting a bigger one because teru and reigen were super cramped
very proud of mob (cries when he graduates middle school)
slowly and painfully tries to be more honest (and causes more problems in the process)
can cook is just too lazy to do so
sings pretty well
doesn’t pay his rent on time
salt everywhere
ritsu kageyama
he/him
achillean (men liker syndrome)
“romance ew” but is also a hopeless romantic (shouromantic /hj)
homophobic but only towards reigen (and teru for liking his brother)
emo and listens to mcr and p!atd /hj
he talks about his fixations with mob
it’s hard for him to open up even post canon,, he still has the tendency to bottle up his feelings
he gets to 100% much easier then mob does since he has less patience
it isn’t as bad though
had a fursona (his drawing of it is crumpled up in his closet)
shou drew it for him once when he found a drawing of it lying around (ritsu wanted to die)
katsuya serizawa
he/him trans (im not projecting you are)
gay
goes to therapy (and forces reigen to go eventually)
tries to give helpful advice… to varying degrees of success
he’s shou’s better dad
sensitive to louder noises (like houses burning)
aware he’s severely underpaid but stays at s&s because of reigen (and the fact that he genuinely likes the job) they end up sharing finances so they should be fine… hopefully
he works multiple jobs (online and otherwise) to keep himself afloat before he gets married cause he really REALLY wants to stay at s&s
he gets a degree in psychology and expands s&s with counseling services
can be sarcastic when he wants to be
still anxious though he’s gotten a lot better (he’s learned how to look more put together and instead panics more internally)
the nerd ever
he rambles about his favorite games and shows to anyone that will listen
teruki hanazawa
he/they (hetheycore)
gay i don’t make the rules
his hair is naturally blond and his blue eyes are not contacts (i’m specifying this cause some people say otherwise) his parents are some european + japanese
he’s fem but in a masc way if that makes sense
hopelessly in love with kageyama shigeo,, he isn’t subtle about it at all (mob has his suspicions but doesn’t want to get carried away)
literally realized he didn’t like women after he met mob (more like after he realized liking boys was a thing after looking it up)💀
has one sided beef with tsubomi over mob’s affection, they became friends later I just think it’s funny if teru is jealous
has a hobby in fashion
reigen is his dad and they move in together post canon cause i said so
shou suzuki
he/him
pan
animal lover; hampter
art kid 💀
has ocs probably
he gets scared easily and is also sensitive to louder noises
serizawa straightened his hair as a kid (still does his hair just gives him his curly hair products now that shou wants to go natural)
got a buzz cut cause he absolutely ruined his hair after ironing it every day
honorary child of the arataka family
he visits people by breaking in through their windows
wants to kiss ritsu on the lips but he burned his house down so (he might burn it again if they kiss)
dimple
he/him
aroace king
“i am a male. i am a man. i’m a ‘he’. I don’t get into that… mentally ill shiz.” /hj
besties with reigen (but won’t admit it)
strange uncle to shigeo and ritsu
wants to attack teru for all of the atrocious outfit recs he gives mob
he tries to pick a fight with mob about his outfit when it looks horrendous (mob always wins)
babies ritsu a lot
follows tome to make sure she doesn’t get hurt and ends up enjoying traveling to weird places in search of spirits
tome kurata
she/her
sapphic
never stops loving aliens
becomes interested in figuring out how espers work
hates momo /hj
runs a spirit blog + a cringe yt channel with dimple
calls dimple “dimps”
crashes at reigen’s place cause she can
she pretty much lives there so she’s technically wawa and taka’s kid
her grandparents raised her… her parents exist lol
her grandpa was a conspiracy theorist and that’s why she got into aliens idk
probably takes over s&s when she’s an adult (kicks reigen out)
momozou takenaka
he/him swag
says he's straight only cause it's funny 💀💀
he had a crush on tsubomi but now likes tome against his will,, he thinks her passion is admirable and she didn’t treat him differently because of his abilities so… crush?
good friends with tsubomi, they complain about life together
actually really likes tennis
expresses his affection through subtle ways and tries everything he can to divert attention from said affection
hates tome /j
#mp100#mobpsycho100#malquease#reigen arataka#teruki hanazawa#shigeo kageyama#ritsu kageyama#serizawa katsuya#shou suzuki#tome kurata#takenaka momozou#dimple mob psycho 100#mp100 ekubo#serirei#terumob#tomenaka#one sided tho#i hope i don’t regret this#some of my opinions are kinda wrong#probably
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ok so i'm a bit curious
why does anuli hate faerself, and how does faer happiness cause harm to others? i've seen some posts about faer and fae is so interesting!!! if the reason is a spoiler for your wip i completely understand!!!! fae is my favorite <33
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASKKKKKKK! <3 <3
I think spoilers are better than trailers, shrugs SO YES I SHALL INFODUMP!! (Also most of this is backstory and I'll eventually get to the present day plot... aka: Anuli's insane shenanigans in an effort to rewrite faerself.)
("ANULI GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE GETTING FANART AND BEING A FAVORITE!!!"
... ignore faer reaction.)
Anuli is a houseplant, and given that fae's outside and permanently separated (fae doesn't remember how and I don't want to write it... it was in previous drafts, and I wasn't feeling it.), the elders of the Unseen deemed faer as condemned pretty much immediately, no whole 'evaluation period' like with other fairies (it's a whole process that's still pretty much inescapable when someone important suspects a fairy, but since the process is complicated the elders can use the excuse that they give the condemned/fallen fairies plenty of chances.)
So while all that happens in the background -Anuli's never that aware of the worldbuilding... or the world in general - Anuli's tethered to a 'fence' near Kamari's tree, (The elders wanted to condemn them both, so they placed Anuli near Kamari... meanwhile found family ensues). Anuli spends faer day daydreaming, telling stories, and hoping that Kamari stays forever and STOPS LEAVING.
Anuli gets both understimulated (can't get faer ideas out that much and this causes faer feelings to build up) and overstimulated (faer tether is really itchy to faer and without anyone around to distract faer from it, the tether bothers faer) when Kamari leaves, which causes faer to do everything under the sun to stay happy and pleasant. Anuli feels everything so strongly: happiness, distress, boredom, and fae often gets overwhelmed by them.
To deal with said emotions, fae makes stories to process them, and its happy endings fae clings to the most, and it's happy endings fae has a difficult time with.
All that's to say, one day Kamari leaves for a little longer than usual, and Anuli gets sooo upset at everything that fae tears off faer tether and goes to search for Kamari.
One whole arc I still have to write later, in which Kamari's entire life implodes, and the platonic ship implodes, and Anuli's safe place implodes, and Anuli is effectively a fallen fairy and...
Whenever Anuli is happy, fae makes some sort of mistake. Mistakes cause pain to others, ruin thier happy endings. Happy endings are what Anuli struggles with, so the story must not want faer to have one. What sort of character can't have a happy ending, what sort of character hurts others and deserves to suffer?
Villains, of course.
And because Anuli processes all faer thoughts and feelings through stories, fae puts faerself in this box, and justifies it because every. single. time. fae's happy fae makes some sort of mistake and spirals right afterwards. Every. single. time. fae's happy then Kamari suffers (fae isn't exactly wrong here...) and it's awful and there's so many icky emotions that Anuli cannot handle. Every. single. time. fae's happy Anuli re-realizes that everyone would be better off if fae wasn't.
So fae tries not to be. (fae wants it so bad)
Fae repeats the whole 'ripping off tether' situation, Kamari's distress afterwards, over and over and over again, constantly stews in that regret, over and over and over and over.
Fae deserves it. All that self-caused suffering and little self-destructive behaviors. It's a good thing, then not only will no one else have to suffer, but faer sensitive soul won't have to deal with the pain
TL;DR: it's a safety mechanism so faer past doesn't repeat itself (it always does).
THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE ASKKK!!!!! KKFDSF I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY LITTLE BEAN
#anuli the dryad#Anuli the dryad#the land of the fallen fairies#writeblr#character analysis#original character#noorie answers asks#answered asks
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treasure as friends with benefits pt 2
no smut here! this is a kisses-only type of fwb. legal line version here.
doyoung
promises he'll keep it on the down low..... brags about it to rest of the members literally like 40 minutes later
genuinely enjoys taking you places and doing things with you other than kissing and cuddling
not as easy to catch feelings as you'd think, i believe
if he does catch feelings tho be prepared for some big romantic display like a doyoung dressed to the nines standing outside your door, holding a giant bouquet of red roses and reciting his heartfelt love confession he rehearsed 30+ times in the mirror
cue you being like "omg yes!!!!!" and doyoung being like "great 😍 now what 😀"
haruto
seems like he was born for this, i mean ruto is really discreet and just really loves all the sneaking around his members and management to go meet with you
catches feelings way faster than he'd like to admit tho, and at the most random times too, and then doesn't want or know how to deal with them
so like one day ur just chilling and you make a little snorting noise while laughing and boom. ruto just falls in love right then and there and then he ghosts you for two weeks
can't stop thinking about you tho so when he does eventually hit u back he tries to tell you he's in love with you without telling you he's in love with you and it's the cutest, most clumsiest thing ever
will be forever thankful if you just guess it and save him the embarrassment but also will fall that much more in love with you if you give him shit for it
jeongwoo
my God he was not born for this. just too jealous for this shit tbh
is super excited about it and thinks all that sneaky stuff is super attractive but then two weeks in he's like give me committed relationship or give me death.
doesn't even think about sitting down and having an actual conversation with you he thinks the best route is to just start acting like you're dating and hope for the best, i guess
either drops (not so subtle) hints into every single conversation you ever have (like fr "omg im so hungry" "nah see if i was your boyfriend i'd buy u food rn.. too bad im not tho :/") or just deadass starts introducing himself to people as your boyfriend
literally sighs in relief if u think it's cute and just let him keep doing his thing
junghwan
probably more confident than you'd think. he keeps his panic level to a minimum 'cause, i mean, ur already friends right? his biggest concern probably isn't even either of you catching feelings, but ruining your friendship
not the biggest fan of the whole sneaking around thing, his friends will know about y'all at the very least (bc he keeps dragging you to the dorms)
ideal date.... probably playing some games, smooching you a little bit, getting flustered abt it and then going back to playing games. rinse and repeat.
i don't think he would catch feelings v easily tbh but if he did he'd be very shy about it and worry about losing you as friend before working up the courage to talk to you
if you did and he didn't he would be the most understanding angel on earth, assuring you that things will never be awkward between you two :(
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#treasure#treasure scenarios#treasure fluff#treasure headcanons#treasure reactions#treasure x reader#treasure fanfic#treasure imagines#treasure blurbs#treasure drabbles#dobby#haruto#jeongwoo#junghwan#mari.doc
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I’d love to see CG!us or cg e deal with a tantrum from a very grumpy little you 🥺
wahhh i loved this one, ty for the request and inspo 💋💋 wrote this with cg!e bc i don't have many elvis requests in my asks rn!
wc: 962
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elvis's patience was being tested big time today. he knew you couldn't help it. sometimes you had your bad days, that's okay. that doesn't mean he liked the bad days though. most bad days were triggered by something frustrating happening with you during your day or you not getting enough sleep. it was definitely a mixture of both today.
maybe a lot of it had to do with him leaving you with jerry again for the third time this week. of course, you weren't little every time but today was just the icing on the cake for you. you woke up little, clingy and just needy for elvis’s presence. you had this whole day planned in your head for you and elvis which involved lots of snuggling. but unfortunately, your whole day was ruined when he said he had to finish recording today meaning jerry would be over to watch you today.
and jerry knew you didn't mean to be so….harsh towards him. he understood being away from elvis especially when you were little was frustrating for you. he did everything he could to keep you busy and to get your mind off of him not being there but it was all your mind could go to, elvis not being there.
the later it got, the more frustrated you were. elvis promised to be home at a specific time and he was late. you didn't like when he was late and honestly, it felt like he lied to you. he never breaks his promises to you and now here he is, not home when he was supposed to be. what kind of daddy does that?
you tucked yourself in a corner, bringing your knees to your chest as you angrily glared at jerry who was attempting to get you upstairs in bed. “c'mon, hon. don't be like that.” he sighed.
“i want daddy.” you complained. “no sleep till he's here!”
jerry scratched the side of his head, unsure of what to do. in his defense, he wanted elvis back too.
after attempting to coax you out of the corner several times, elvis eventually pulled up to graceland, causing jerry to jump up and meet him at the front door elvis wandered in with a tired smile, “how's my baby doin’?”
“well, they're mad at you. they've got themselves cornered in the music room so….leavin’ that up to you. good luck.” he patted elvis on the back and left before elvis could even respond.
“yeah, see you later.” he muttered sarcastically. elvis shut the door behind him and ventured off to find you, frowning at you in the corner. “now, what's goin’ on? why are you givin’ jer’ a hard time?”
“mad at daddy.” you said, hugging your knees tighter.
“baby-”
“no! daddy’s always busy! never has time for me, always goin’ off a-and leavin’ me with stupid jerry ‘n then lying about comin' home! daddy doesn't love me anymore!” you vented, stomping your feet angrily.
elvis shot you a stern look, a look that you didn't like very much. you knew what was coming. “y/n, that's not very nice.” he voiced. “we do not call our friends stupid, jerry is not stupid and you know that. jerry loves ya enough to come and watch you when you're feelin’ tiny when he doesn't have to, i don't think that's very stupid of him, is it?”
you pouted, looking down. “no….”
“i’m not just leavin’ you here with jerry for any ol’ reason, i got work i have to do, baby. i got albums to record, meetings and shows to do, you know that. i’m sorry if i’m runnin’ a little late but sometimes it happens, it's life. that doesn't mean you gotta go and treat other people badly for it.”
that made you feel bad, now elvis really didn't love you anymore. that was it, he was going to leave you for being stupid and silly and being mean and-
“and ain't no way in hell have i ever said i don't love ya anymore. i love ya to death, honey. you're my baby, you know that. all the plushies, the toys, the snacks-it's because i love you.” he crouched down, meeting you eye level and took your hands, looking into your glossy, tear filled eyes. “i hate leaving you. i really do. i feel terrible when i’m not home when i said i'd be, i don't do these things on purpose, y'know.”
tears fell from the brim of your eyes and you threw yourself onto elvis nearly knocking him down, hugging him tightly and crying into your shoulder. “‘m sorry daddy, i-i didn' mean to be so mean. i just miss you and i don’ think jerry’s stupid and i love you and i don't want you to leave me and ‘m scared you're gonna hate me and-”
elvis pulled away, a soft grip on your shoulders. “don't you ever say i’d hate you for anything. i could never hate you.” he said sternly. “i wuv you, yittle. with all my damn heart, i mean it. i just need ya to be a little nicer when jer’ does have to come by and i promise to call if daddy’s ever runnin’ late.”
you nodded and sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve. “c’n i apologize to jer’ tomorrow?”
he gave you a warm smile, “of course you can, thank you. he'd appreciate that. are we okay now?”
you replied with a nod, giving him a quick kiss.
“can we get you ready for bed? daddy’s all tired out.”
“mhm.” you stood up, holding your hand out for elvis as he got up too. “can you read to me?”
elvis chuckled, “yeah, alright. anything for my baby.”
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The aftermath of Michael meeting Mrs. Philips:
(TW: self harm)
(Word Count: 1065)
Michael and Trevor have a discussion after the disastrous events that occurred at the diner earlier in the day after Michael’s first encounter with the infamous Mrs. Philips…
So,-.. Do you wanna talk about-“
“No..”
Michael sighs softly to himself, setting his attention on his beer. He and Trevor sit on the hood of his car, parked out by the small airfield to watch the planes go by. Normally this is one of Trevor’s favorite places- besides the bar; but today he sits in silence, not even bothering to point out the different models of aircraft that are taking off, like he normally does.
Michael sips his beer in silence, wracking his brain on what he could even possibly say. There were no words for this, no apologies he can make, and no sentence he can formulate to make this better. So, he settles on fixing something easier.
“Your hand has stopped bleeding a little.. I think I have a first aid kit in the trunk. We should wrap it up, at least.”
“M’fine, Mikey..”
“Yeah, yeah. Well, for my sake, I’m gonna get some bandages. Can’t have ya bleeding all over the seats; Mandy would kill me.” Michael teases, giving Trevor’s shoulder a playful bump before sliding off the hood and unlocking the trunk.
When Michael returns, only seconds later, Trevor has already drunk through both their beers and is opening another. Normally, Michael would comment on the quick drinking; but today he has the good grace to keep his mouth shut about it.
“Ok, lemme see.” Michael orders, nodding to Trevor’s hand but giving him the option to offer up the injured appendage.
Trevor holds out his hand, albeit hesitantly- but he trusts Michael more than anything, he knows he wouldn’t hurt him. The damage isn’t too grievous, and luckily it had only damaged skin without causing anything like permanent nerve damage. But the pain his mother had caused was far worse than any little flesh wound.
Michael works quietly; he knows Trevor could do this himself, but it feels the least he can do to help. He dabs away blood, applies some antibiotic, and wraps gauze around his hand until he’s deemed it good enough not to bleed through for a while.
“Thanks, Mikey..” Trevor mumbles, reaching for yet another beer as he smooths his other hand over the gauze.
“T,-.. Listen, man-.. I know you don’t wanna hear it, so I’m gonna make this quick, but-.. I’m..sorry about today. I'm sorry about laughing at you, and I’m sorry for..your mom.” Michael forces out carefully- honest and open words having never been his strong suit.
He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but Trevor bursting into tears certainly isn’t it.
“I- I just- I can never make her happy! I try so hard! But I’m terrible! I’m awful! She deserves a better son, but fuck! Fuck, I’m so fuckin’ awful!” Trevor sobs, shooting to his feet as he drives the heels of his hands into his forehead.
“T! Hey, stop! Trevor!”
Michael gets to his feet as well, practically bear-hugging his frantic friend and pinning his arms at his sides to keep him from doing any more damage to himself. He’d seen Trevor hurt himself like this only a handful of times, but every time he’d witnessed it it deeply disturbed him, as well as broke his heart.
“Trevor, stop it! You haven’t done shit wrong! You did everything you could today besides roll out the fuckin’ red carpet! There ain’t no reason for you to hurt yourself over this!”
Trevor struggles against Michael’s grip, sobbing violently as he can think of nothing but breaking away and causing himself more “due” punishment, as he believes he’s done nothing but ruin his mothers day.
“You don’t fuckin’ get it! I fuck everything up! I’m awful, I’m terrible! I’m such a baby- such a useless shit! That’s why she had to work so hard! That’s why she’s always so angry with me! That’s why she left me- why everyone always ends up leaving me!”
His sobs make his chest heave and burn, and eventually it’s too much effort to even stand up as Trevor falls to his knees and brings Michael right along with him. And then they’re both sitting on the cold ground, with Trevor clutching desperately to Michael’s jacket like he may just leave too.
“I always fucked it all up! I ran off her boyfriends, I’d make too much noise in my room when she had men over for..work, I made my dad leave- so she had to work harder, I couldn’t get into the Air Force and make money for her! She had every right to be angry, every right to hate me.. I just- She- She’s my mommy.. I didn’t want her to leave me.. But everyone always leaves me..”
It feels so odd, so utterly strange to be holding his wild, bloodthirsty twenty-five year old best friend while he cries for his mother- it certainly wasn’t at all how Michael had planned on this day going. But Trevor’s words, and his broken, damp sobs actually begin to physically hurt Michael’s heart. And so, he promises him something he has no idea he’ll grow to regret.
“T,-.. Trevor, look at me- huh? I’m not gonna leave you. Alright? You’re my brother- we’re in this together, promise.”
And when Trevor looks up at him from under his thick, scarred brow, with his eyes leaking and his nose snotty and red, Michael sees a reverence and dependence in that gaze that would, over time, grow to chill him to the bone. But for now, all it does is make him sad.
“Forever?…” Trevor croaks out- a desperate hopefulness in those puppy dog eyes.
“Heh.. Yeah- sure, T. Forever. Or at least until we die in a hail of police gunfire.” Michael chuckles awkwardly as he tries to ignore the intensity in Trevor’s gaze,
“So, what’da’ya say we get up off the ground, huh? I could use another beer..”
And as Trevor’s moods often do, he’s flipped instantly from a sobbing mess to the grinning maniac Michael has grown to love as he hops to his feet and pulls Michael along with him,
“Ya know, I dunno know I’d do without ya, Mikey!”
“Crash and burn, probably, T.” Michael snickers, cracking open a beer and taking relief in Trevor’s lightened mood.
If only he had the foresight to see just how right he’d one day grow to be- maybe he wouldn’t have made that promise of forever.
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Blurred Lines: Part 11
Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader
Genre: Roommate AU, Acquaintances to Lovers AU, Fuckboy AU
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: swearing
Previous Chapter
Eric dramatically drops down onto the couch. His sweaty body halfway draping over Sophia as he takes a moment to catch his breath. Sophia grimaces at the wet clothes touching her skin but pats his arm lovingly anyway. Hyunjae plops down on the floor in front of you and leans back against the couch. His body equally sweaty.
Sunwoo walks out of his bedroom with a cardboard box in his hands, giving the guys an unamused look as he sees the two of them taking a break. "Really?"
"How have you accumulated even more shit than you had before?" Eric complains.
"I don't have that much more stuff," Sunwoo rolls his eyes.
"It's taken an entire extra load this time," Sangyeon walks back into your apartment with a deadpan expression. Clearly annoyed he got roped into helping Sunwoo move again.
Sunwoo looks at the older man with an apologetic expression. "Okay. I have a little more stuff, but it's because I had more room here."
You listen to the boys bicker for a moment as you take in your, once again, trashed living room. Only this time, instead of feeling apprehensive and nervous, you just feel sad. It's official. Sunwoo is moving out. His background checks cleared the other day, and he signed the lease today. You're back to living on your own for a while.
"You guys are acting like you carried 500-pound boxes around," Kevin says in amusement as he chomps on a piece of pizza in the chair next to you.
Below you, you see Hyunjae's head whip toward Kevin, followed by a finger pointing in his direction. "Don't think I didn't notice you carried one box down, Moon."
Kevin shoves the rest of his pizza in his mouth and looks away innocently, causing Hyunjae to snort, "That's what I thought."
Sunwoo sets the box he's holding down before carefully sitting on it. He glances around the room, taking everything in with a thoughtful expression. Then, his eyes meet yours.
"I'm gonna really miss being here and seeing you every day."
Heat immediately creeps up your neck and warms your face. When the rest of the room zeroes in on you or looks between the two of you, you feel like you're going to burst into flames. "Me too."
The last few days, ever since Sunwoo talked to the apartment lady, the two of you have been hanging out at home together. You've been watching movies, playing games, and just… talking. Talking about everything under the sun. Your thoughts and fears, dreams and goals, past relationships, and how you've changed. You've talked about everything - except for your feelings for each other.
You have an inkling that Sunwoo might share the same feelings that you do. There were moments when he let small things slip through, but you didn't want to ruin your last moments as roommates, so you didn't push the issue. There'll be time for the two of you to have that discussion later. For now, you're happy to let your bond as friends continue to grow instead.
Laughter pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance around the room to find the rest of the guys teasing you and Sunwoo.
"You can still hang out with each other."
"Yeah, you're moving five minutes away," Eric laughs with Hyunjae.
"He's gonna miss her," Hyunjae mockingly gives Eric big puppy eyes, causing you to slap the back of his head. He looks back at you like a wounded puppy before scooting out of reach and starting all over again.
Kevin joins in from the corner. "You must be a great roommate. Can I move in now?"
"Yeah, what'd you do? Sangyeon asks. "Cook for him?"
"Draw him a bath?" Hyunjae busts out laughing before he and Eric go on a tangent.
Sunwoo does his signature fake laugh as they tease both of you, but he eventually ends up kicking Hyunjae to get him to stop. You roll your eyes at the words, but you can't help but laugh at their antics. Plus, it's fun to watch them tease Sunwoo. Even if you’re collateral damage.
"You can always have sleepovers," Kevin suggests while wiggling his eyebrows.
You throw a couch pillow at Kevin, but Eric loves the idea. "Sleepovers! We should have a giant sleepover party!"
"Yeah… I don't think that's what Kevin meant," Hyunjae looks at Eric like he's dumb.
"I know what he meant," Eric rolls his eyes, "but doesn't a sleepover with all of us sound fun?"
"It sounds like pure hell," Sunwoo comments, causing you to laugh.
A prideful expression crosses his features when he hears you laugh. You look away bashfully until Eric's idea of cramming all of them into your apartment reaches your ears.
"I hate to burst your bubble, but there's no way all of you are sleeping over here."
Eric's face falls, and he gives you a sad look, which irritatingly enough makes you want to take back your words.
"It's not that I don't think it sounds fun," you amend. "There's literally not enough room."
The room falls silent in disappointment before Sangyeon suggests, "We could go somewhere? Rent cabins for a week or something when the semester is over?"
"Oh. My. God," Eric sits up excitedly. "We have to do that! That'd be so fun!"
You and Sophia share a glance before she shrugs. "That actually does sound nice."
"We could invite the rest of the guys and their girlfriends too. Make a whole thing out of it," Kevin suggests.
You all share looks of excitement and anticipation before Hyunjae asks, "So, are we actually doing this?"
That's all it takes before everyone starts throwing out ideas, Sunwoo's boxes long forgotten. You think of places you can go, things you can do, and plan on making it a huge end-of-the-school-year trip. Though there's still another month of school left, it now gives you something to look forward to.
By the end of it, 15 of you are planning to go, including Sangyeon and Younghoon's girlfriends. Sangyeon searched for rental cabins while Hyunjae and Eric texted the rest of their friends to see if they were in. You and Sophia were in charge of coming up with things to do while there, and Sunwoo and Kevin were forced to figure out all the other small details in the meantime.
Once Sangyeon gets the okay from the rest of you on a set of cabins he found along a quiet lake, he calls the owner to make a reservation. The rest of you sit quietly in excitement as you watch him talk things through on the phone.
"Okay! Thank you so much!" Sangyeon says, wrapping up the call. "Can't wait to see you either."
He hangs up the phone and looks down at it with a questioning expression on his features before looking up at the rest of you. "Was that a weird thing to say?"
"Who cares? Are we good to go?" Eric asks impatiently.
A giant smile overtakes Sangyeon's face. "We're booked for a week after finals!"
The group cheers excitedly, but Sangyeon immediately hushes them. "Hang on. Hang on. Let me tell you the details... Alright, we're renting three cabins. They each have two bedrooms and a couch. So, that means five to a cabin, and we will be taking turns with the couches."
"Personally, I think the couples should get the beds," Eric comments, causing Hyunjae to roll his eyes.
"Gee. I wonder why."
Sangyeon nods. "That makes the most sense. Three rooms for the couples, and then the rest of you can pair up to split the other three rooms and the couches."
"I'll take a couch," you find yourself offering.
It makes sense to you. You don't really want to share a bed with anyone. Maybe, you'd share a bed with Kevin or even Sunwoo if you had to, but you'd feel less pressured if you didn't have to worry about that. If you slept next to Sunwoo, you had a feeling you'd be too nervous to actually go to sleep and would toss and turn all night instead.
You feel someone's stare burning a hole into your head, and you glance around the room until you find the culprit. Sunwoo is staring at you, clearly lost in thought, until he feels your own stare on him, and he looks away. What? Is he bummed that you offered to sleep on the couch? Did he want to share a room with you? You shove the thoughts aside and begin mentally preparing to spend a week in total chaos.
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"Ah, ah. Get in the back with your girlfriend," Sunwoo stops Eric as he opens the passenger side door of Sunwoo's vehicle.
"But we're bros," Eric pouts, throwing a playful glare your way. "Why does she get the front seat?"
"Because she's nicer to look at than you are," Sunwoo comments as he shoves the rest of the luggage into the trunk.
You smirk as you take the passenger door from Eric and wave for him to go to the backseat with Sophia. He rolls his eyes before moving to the back door and throwing it open. You crawl into the familiar passenger seat and shut the door. A zap of excitement zooms through you, and you glance into the backseat to find Sophia. A contagious smile is on her face, and soon even Eric is smiling, clearly over his assigned seating.
Sunwoo slams the trunk closed just as Sangyeon's car pulls up alongside you. He rolls the window down, and you glance in the back to see Jacob and Kevin waving. You wave back as Sangyeon asks, "Are you ready to go?"
Sunwoo comes to a stop by the driver's side door and leans over the roof of the car. "We're all set. Has anyone else left yet?"
"The others were meeting up at Chanhee and Changmin's place and taking off from there. They'll probably arrive right after us."
"Then, let's freaking go!" Eric yells excitedly from the back.
Sangyeon grins as Sunwoo climbs into the car and starts the engine. The excitement is palpable in the air. Sangyeon pulls ahead, and Sunwoo gets out onto the road behind him. You feel like you can bounce in your seat from giddiness. You've been counting down the days to this trip, and it's finally here! You were beginning to think it'd never come.
"What are we going to do when we get there? Go swimming? Make food? Start a fire?" Eric begins planning.
"Check-in would be my guess," Sophia responds drily.
You laugh, wondering how long Eric's been like this as the trip approached. Eric's always high energy, but you don't know if you've ever seen him this excited.
"Don't be lame," he responds.
"So, how have you been?" Sunwoo asks you as the two in the back fall into conversation.
You've only seen Sunwoo a handful of times since he moved out, and it was always in a group setting. You've actually seen everyone only a handful of times because you had all been so busy and stressed out with finals. Being in his presence now only reminds you of how drawn you are to him. Not that you could really forget, but you're suddenly reminded of how strong his allure is.
"I'm just glad the year is over, and we get a break.”
"Me too. Finals were freaking rough," he agrees. "I'm sad we weren't able to hang out a lot, though."
"Well, we have an entire week to make up for that."
A mischievous grin spreads across his face. "That we do."
Noticing the silence in the backseat, you turn around to see Eric and Sophia not so subtly listening in on your conversation. Before you can say anything, Eric asks, "Did you two ever make out?"
Your eyes widen while Sophia smacks him, and he turns and looks at her incredulously. "Why are you hitting me? You want to know too!"
You immediately turn back around in your seat, feeling your face flush. Glancing over at Sunwoo, you see a smirk on his face, but you certainly don't expect him to say his next words.
"Unfortunately, not yet."
For a second, you forget how to breathe and Sunwoo definitely notices. He laughs before reaching over and patting your thigh a couple of times. When he leaves his hand splayed out on your bare skin, you can't decide if your lightheadedness is from his actions or a lack of oxygen... Both. Definitely both. Also… bless you for deciding to wear shorts today.
The warmth of his hand spreads throughout your body when Eric says something about now knowing the perfect dare. Sunwoo jokingly replies about now having to choose dare when it's Eric's turn. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest that you almost question if you're having a heart attack.
Thankfully, the rest of the ride doesn't involve teasing you. Sunwoo eventually removes his hand from your thigh so you can think. If it wasn't obvious what you're in for this weekend before, it most certainly is now. Not to mention, there's more to Sunwoo's flirting than his normal "make a girl squeal" that he usually has going on. There's something in the way he watches you that confirms he has feelings for you. You had a hunch before, but now you're almost positive.
"Oh my god, there's the sign!" Eric yells, making your ears ring. Normally, you'd be annoyed, but you're too excited. It's finally happening! Your fun week-long getaway has arrived!
Sangyeon puts on his blinker and turns into a copse of trees, Sunwoo soon following behind. The gravel drive is hilly, and with the trees surrounding you, it feels like you've been transported to another world. It certainly isn't like the urban streets you're used to.
A cluster of wood cabins comes into view, and a grin breaks out on your face. The lake is visible behind the cabins, and the sun glitters off of the calm water. You couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day.
Sangyeon parks his car in front of the office, and when Sunwoo parks next to him, you all get out and inhale a big whiff of fresh air. While Sangyeon and his girlfriend head into the office, the rest of you talk excitedly about your upcoming week of fun. Eric and Kevin take off in-between two cabins to look at the lake, while Jacob and Sunwoo come up with everyone's first move. You and Sophia walk up to what appears to be an empty cabin and peek in through the windows to get a hint of your accommodations. When you turn back around, you see Sunwoo leaning against his car, watching you with a light smile on his face. You smile back and move to go stand by him when two other cars pull down the drive.
You can hear the excited chatter through their open windows as the rest of your friends arrive. Hyunjae leans out the window and lets out a "woo-hoo" that's immediately cut off when Changmin turns around and smacks him. The noise draws the attention of the rest of your friends, and they all wander to the parking lot.
Sangyeon and his girlfriend walk out of the office, dangling three sets of keys in their hands. Thankfully, someone planned ahead on who'd be sharing cabins, and Sangyeon hands the other two sets of keys to those he deems responsible. Keeping the keys for his cabin himself, he turns and hands Jacob one set. He then scans the crowd, skipping Sunwoo and Eric - much to their dismay - to hand Haknyeon the third set.
Once the keys are claimed, Sangyeon has about two seconds to point in the general direction of their cabins before the crowd takes off running. Their vehicles long forgotten. Even though it's pretty clear who's sleeping where, they still run to fight for the best rooms. The only ones left standing are the four girls - you, Sophia, Sangyeon’s and Younghoon's girlfriends - and Sangyeon himself.
He turns to his girlfriend and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Brace yourself, love. It's going to be a long week."
"Okay, dad," Sophia snorts before turning to you. "First mission of the trip: Get Sangyeon drunk off his ass."
You smirk and look back at him. "Sounds good to me."
The rest of your group moves to follow the noise coming from one side of the property. As you get to the three cabins, you see you're on the far end of the rental place. Whether that's because the owner wanted to tuck you away or they figured it'd be nice to be on the edge didn't matter. It gave you your own small, private beach, and it's awesome.
You make a mental note to explore outside before following Sophia into your cabin. The inside is cute and cozy, with tacky little trinkets and decorations scattered throughout. The wooden walls make the space feel warm and small and give off the "You're in the middle of nowhere" vibes. Sophia finds Eric in one of the rooms, and you move to inspect the couch. It's brown and looks worn, but it's long enough to do the trick, so you set your bags down on the cushions.
A TV rests pushed into the corner, but unless it rains, it'll be of no use to you. A small, circular table sits right next to the little kitchenette and in front of a patio door that leads out to the back deck. You move to take a look out the sliding glass door, and a smile spreads across your face.
The lake shines, taking up most of the view, and you see a couple of small boats tied up to a dock in between two of the cabins. To the right is a private beach and much to your childish delight, a small park in the sand. The bonfire pit sits toward the edge of the beach with nice wooden chairs just waiting to be claimed.
"Do you want to stick your stuff in my room?" Sunwoo's voice reaches your ears, and you turn to face him. "That way it won't be out in the open for everyone to see."
"Thank you. That'd be great."
He grabs your bags without another word, and you follow him to the room he and Haknyeon are sharing. He places your stuff against the wall next to his and faces you. "Feel free to come in here whenever."
Before you can say anything back to him, Eric fills up the doorway. "They're grilling behind Jacob's cabin if you're hungry."
He turns around and makes a beeline for the back door. Sophia follows after him, shooting a "you two are standing in his bedroom in a soon-to-be empty cabin" look. Exasperatedly, you roll your eyes and look back at Sunwoo, who's smirking in Sophia's direction. Obviously, you aren't the only one who caught her message.
He looks at you and raises his brows like he's saying, "your move". Nervousness overwhelms your system, and you quickly leave his bedroom, squeaking, "Let's go eat!"
Sunwoo's laugh follows you out of the cabin.
A few hours later, after everyone had a filling dinner and exhausted themselves from playing in the lake or screwing around on the playground, you all gather around the bonfire pit that someone started amid the chaos. Alcohol is getting passed around, as well as items to make smores, and you find yourself dropping onto one of the wooden chairs with a happy smile on your face.
The lake laps quietly on the shore to your right, and you turn your head to see the sun setting behind the trees on the other side of the lake. Today has been absolutely perfect, and the night is just getting started.
The sound of someone sitting next to you catches your attention, and you turn to see who it is. The delicious smell of his cologne hits you before his striking face comes into focus. You smile at Sunwoo as he holds out a plastic cup for you to take.
"I have no idea how this tastes, but Eric made them, so assume there's a shit ton of alcohol in it."
You laugh as you take the cup and watch Sunwoo bring his own cup to his plump lips. It only takes a second for him to grimace at the taste, but he continues to drink it for a few more gulps before he pulls it away.
"Jesus christ," he says, blinking a few times. "If you want a different drink, just say the word. I will not be offended."
You take a tiny sip from the cup and jerk back when the taste hits your tongue. "Oh my god, it tastes like straight rubbing alcohol."
Sunwoo reaches over and takes the cup from your hand, dumping them both out in the sand behind you. When he looks back at you, he says, "Our secret, okay?"
Once you nod, he gets up and goes over to the picnic table that's all set up with alcohol. You watch him make you a new drink, pushing away Eric when he tries to come help. Then, he comes back over to you.
"Okay. Let's try this again." He hands you the cup. "Now, I will be offended if you don't like this because this is my special blend."
"What's so special about it?" You bring the drink up to your nose and smell it, feeling pleased when a fruity aroma reaches you.
He gives you a cheeky grin. "It's made by me."
You huff out a laugh before letting the contents of the cup slide into your mouth. A burst of fruitiness fills your senses, and only a hint of alcohol is there. Sunwoo waits patiently for you to decide if you like it. You nod and then give him a thumbs up.
"This is really good. Thank you."
"Once again, your taste is impeccable."
Your brows furrow as you question, "When was the first time it was impeccable?"
"When you said you liked me," he smirks.
Thankful that it's getting dark and it's harder to see your facial expressions, you bring the cup to your lips and take a big long swig of it. Once you feel you've got a hold of yourself, you look back at Sunwoo and ask, "So, how's having your own place?"
His lips pull down. "It's not bad. I have room for all of my stuff, but it's quiet…"
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"I miss living with you. I had a lot of fun at your place. It was nice to hang out every day."
You're stunned by the sudden confession, but you find yourself agreeing. "It's certainly not the same without you there. I don't know what to do with myself half the time."
He smiles into his cup. "I'm free this summer. We can go back to our old ways of hanging out on your couch."
You laugh. "Does that sound appealing?"
"Of course, it does," he looks up at you with an intense stare.
"Okay…" You quietly respond.
"Sunwoo!" Someone yells from across the fire, pulling his attention.
You take the moment to admire him while he's not paying attention. The fire reflects off his face, making him appear even more gorgeous than he normally does. If that's even possible. He looks ethereal, like a God.
It also hits you how much you've missed him. Having these small, simple conversations with him brought you a lot of joy, and you're so happy to be in this moment. To be near him. You find you don't want to go that long without seeing him again.
Sunwoo turns back to you. "Do you want to make some smores?"
"Sure," you nod, causing him to get up and grab the ingredients for you.
He comes back and hands you a metal pole to hold while he pushes a marshmallow onto the tip. He pushes one onto his own, and then you both place the white puff balls into the flames in front of you. The two of you discuss the antics of the others, how drunk everyone is getting, and everything else you can think of, which is probably how you burn three marshmallows to a crisp.
Once you whack the charred goo into the fire pit, Sunwoo takes your pole from you, shoving another marshmallow on the end. "Let me make it this time."
You can't help but laugh at yourself and laugh even louder when Jacob pouts that you're wasting all the "gooey goodness".
"How do you like it?" Sunwoo asks, causing you to raise your brows.
"How do I like what?" You mischievously respond.
Sunwoo's head whips back toward you with a parted mouth. When he sees your amused look, he says, "Your smores, you little shit."
A laugh is ripped from you, and you feel emboldened thanks to the alcohol in your system. "However you give it to me, Sunwoo."
You hear him mutter under his breath. "Jesus christ."
A couple of the guys try to get his attention, but he tells them that he's busy as he fixes your smore for you. He smushes the graham cracker pieces together and blows on it before facing you.
"Come here."
You lean over the arm of your chair and start to reach for the smore, but Sunwoo pulls it away from you.
"Uh uh. You can't be trusted to not somehow mess it up."
When you open your mouth to protest, Sunwoo pushes the smore lightly against your lips. You hold his stare as you take a bite of the sweet treat, but your eyes fall closed as the flavor explodes in your mouth.
You hum as you swallow. "Wow, that's good."
"Yeah, it is." Sunwoo's voice comes out a bit choked, and you open your eyes to look at him. He clears his throat and hands you the rest of your smore so he can assemble his own.
You turn to face the fire again and take a moment to survey the group. The rest of them are getting progressively drunk. Some are sitting in the seats around the fire, some are pushing each other on the swings at the playground, and a couple have disappeared for the night.
"I'm really glad we did this," you decide to say, and Sunwoo agrees.
"I'm happy we could all make it."
Changmin stumbles up to Sunwoo and starts pulling on his arm. "Come here. I want to show you something."
"Later," Sunwoo replies, pulling his arm away.
Changmin's brows furrow as he tries to figure out why he's being denied, but then his eyes travel up to you, and a drunk understanding seems to enter them. He leans down to whisper to Sunwoo, but he might as well have been shouting because you can hear him clear as day. "Are you having a date with your girlfriend?"
Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as Changmin makes eye contact with you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach when he continues on. "You're right. She's very pretty."
"Okay!" Sunwoo's voice raises. You try to decide if there's an edge of panic in it or if he's just trying to do damage control. "Why don't you show Chanhee whatever it is?"
Changmin pouts. "I already did."
"Juyeon, then!" Sunwoo suggests, seeing an opportunity as the older man walks by.
Changmin sighs. "Fine…"
When he turns away, Sunwoo eyes you from his peripheral vision before turning to fully face you. He bites his lip for a moment as he tries to figure out what to say after that. However, you decide it's time to mess with him some more.
"So, you think I'm pretty?"
He meets your stare, and you notice his eyes twinkling, much like the stars above you. "I think you're beautiful."
"Oh…" you let slip out. You always expected Sunwoo to tease you, and time and time again, he manages to surprise you. The fact that he called you beautiful is barely registering yet. You clear your throat. "And was that before or after I became your girlfriend?"
His lips quiver as he fights a smile. "Oh, definitely before. I've been bragging about you since day one."
A giddy feeling flows through your body. His stare is so intense - so caressing - that you have to look away. You face the fire and watch the logs snap and pop. Flames dance before your eyes as you debate where to go with this conversation.
Both of you are tipsy, at the very least. If you're going to discuss potential relationships, you'd prefer you both be one hundred percent present. You don't want a single misunderstanding, but that doesn't mean you can't talk about other things.
"What are you looking for in your next relationship?"
He looks slightly surprised by the question but leans back to give it some thought.
"I want to be able to have that trust with someone again. That feeling of knowing your person will always have your back and your best interests at heart," he starts. "A sense of security, I guess… I want to feel so loved… like I'm someone's everything, but I don't want to be their entire world. I want them to be their own person. I want to root for them as much as they root for me." He faces you. "Does that sound stupid?"
You swallow, noticing how dry your throat has gone. "Not at all."
"I don't know," he turns away again, looking down at his cup. "A part of me is afraid. The one relationship I really gave my all to slapped me in the face. I'd like to have a relationship like that again, but with a better outcome. I don't want to feel worthless again."
You were going to stay quiet and let him talk, but you couldn't let that statement pass without a rebuttal. "Sunwoo, you're so far from worthless. It's not even funny. You're brave and kind. You push people to try things because you know they can handle it. You pay attention to the things most people think don't even matter, and you stick up for the people you care about without a second thought. You're an amazing friend, and I know you'll be an amazing partner to anyone worthy enough to be with you."
It takes a minute or so before he finally looks up at you again. "Thank you."
"I'm only telling you the truth," you shrug.
He hums. "What about you? What are you looking for?"
You take a deep breath and let yourself become hypnotized by the fire. For some reason, you feel like you could spill all of your secrets here, and both the fire and Sunwoo would harbor them until the end.
"I want someone who makes me feel valid and important. Someone who will let me explore a new hobby every single day even if they think it's stupid. Someone who will cheer me on instead of bringing me down and make me prove my worth all of the time," you admit. "I don't want to feel small and insignificant. I want to feel loved and cherished, and safe. To be fair, I think that's all anyone wants."
"I'll cheers to that," Sunwoo holds his cup up, and you lightly knock yours against it.
The two of you stay silent for a little bit. Both of you are lost in your own worlds, but you don't want this deep conversation to end. You want to tell Sunwoo even more stuff that'd be hard for you to say normally.
"You're really easy to talk to," you tell him. "I don't feel like you judge me at all."
"I don't," he says, leaning his head back against the chair. "People have done nothing but judge me for years. They think I'm a dick or a whore, an asshole, and I don't want to make people feel that way."
You glance over at him. "I don't think you're a dick or an asshole. There was a time I thought you were a whore, though."
He looks at you in amusement, and you bring your hand up, pinching your thumb and forefinger close together. "Just like a tiny bit of a whore."
He laughs, and you smile. He knows how you felt about him, and you've apologized multiple times, so you feel like you can joke about it now. Plus, there's nothing better than Sunwoo's laugh, and that's all you want to hear.
"I've been wanting to thank you for quite some time," he admits.
"For what?"
"For taking the time to get to know me. The real me," he sighs. "You didn't care about my reputation, and you didn't try to get in my pants like every other girl that spends time with me. You just looked at me like I was another guy and learned who I am as a person. That meant a lot to me."
You give him a small smile. "You know, I really didn't want you to move in with me at the beginning, but now, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I'm so happy I had the chance to get to know you and that you're in my life now."
He searches your face like he's working up the nerve to say something, but then his eyes dart past you. You turn to see Jacob quietly walking up to you. He gives you both a tired smile before saying, "I'm going to bed. Can you guys put the fire out when you're done?"
"Sure," Sunwoo nods to him while you look around the bonfire. Not a single soul is outside with you. Everyone else has gone inside and probably passed out. You pull out your phone and tap the screen to check the time.
"Wow, I didn't realize how late it already was."
"I don't know how we missed everyone going inside."
"Good conversation," you smile as he stands up.
He looks around for a stick and finds the one Sangyeon was using to stoke the fire. "That it was. Are you still good, or are you ready for bed?"
As much as you'd like to stay up and talk to Sunwoo until the sun comes up, exhaustion hits you. That, paired with the knowledge that the rest of the guys will probably wake you up with their loudness tells you that you should go to sleep.
"Bedtime."
Sunwoo nods in agreement and begins breaking the fire down. You head to the lake, discarding what’s left in your cup as you go and fill it up with lake water before joining him at the fire and dumping it on the flames. The wood sizzles, fading to red embers, and when Sunwoo decides it's okay enough to leave for the night, the two of you walk to your cabin.
"Do you have enough blankets and pillows?" He asks as the two of you step onto the back deck.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," you slow down when you notice he's come to a stop.
When you turn to face him, he lets out a quiet, "Okay".
The two of you silently stare at each other. Your eyes both searching the others. Then, he glances down to your lips, and his gaze stays there. Your mouth parts and you try to inhale air because it suddenly feels like you can't breathe. Is he going to kiss you? Right now?
Your stomach swirls with nerves until Sunwoo closes his eyes. It looks like it pains him to do so, but he does it. When he opens them again, the look of desire that was taking over his face is pushed down, hidden wherever he usually keeps it. His eyes come back up to yours, and he gives you a sweet smile, though it does little to lessen the disappointment you feel.
"Goodnight."
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Mmm I'll go with Lawrence in the garage with a lead pipe kisses :)
Kinktober 2022, day 1 - this was such a good prompt!! 😫🥵
c.w: afab reader, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, Lawrence likes boobs. 1k
The teacup rattles against the saucer with every tremor of his hand - he finally sets it down on the floor, worried he'll drop it and alert you to his presence, thereby ruining the captivating show you're putting on and the carpet to boot.
The latter ends up being a lost cause, as the cup topples over the moment it leaves his shaky hand. He doesn't spare it a thought beyond oops; he's too busy peering through the crack in the door, ravenously drinking in every roll of your wrist and arch of your back.
He'd been coming to check on you - bringing you tea - but stopped short, thoroughly arrested, at the sound of a downright filthy moan. Curious, excited, he'd gently nudged the door just slightly more ajar and looked through, only to find you reclined on his bed with your hand between your parted legs and - he'd quietly sucked in a desperate breath through his teeth at the realization - wearing one of his shirts, entirely unbuttoned except for the one sitting right between your breasts.
Your underwear is still on, but it's not hiding much from him. He can see the outline of your fingers as they stroke through your folds; he can see how damp the fabric is becoming.
When he's able to tear his gaze away from the rhythmic motions of your hand, he looks up at your face - you're beautifully flushed, eyebrows knitted together in concentration or pleasure, eyes closed and fluttering. He can hear how hard and fast you're breathing through your parted lips, and he watches as, for a moment, you bite them and fail to suppress another moan.
He's uncomfortably hard. His hand trails lightly over his length through his sweatpants, eager for friction but afraid to commit; he knows he won't be able to stay quiet if he gets going in earnest. He also knows he'll come too quickly, and then the fun will be over too soon.
He watches you for as long as he can bear it. You seem to be having trouble reaching climax, which he's infinitely thankful for; as much as he'd like to watch you come, he also doesn't want you to stop. Your mounting desperation is adorable, too - every time you arch into your hand, whining pitifully, he throbs.
He hopes the reason you're struggling is related to him. He hopes he does such a great job making you feel good that you can't come without him anymore.
He catches the eventual shift of your hand, watches your fingers slide lower and sink, unmistakably, into your core.
It's your tremulous whimper that does him in. He suddenly needs to feel you clench around his fingers more than he needs to breathe.
From your perspective, the door abruptly slams open, and you see him framed there for only a moment before he's on you, eyes wild and grip unrelenting.
"About time," you sigh, conceding immediately to his strong hands. You'd wondered what was keeping him, but judging by his behavior, he'd been here for a while, watching... the thought is electrifying.
He tears at the fabric over your chest; the button pops off and goes flying across the room, hitting the opposite wall with a clack. His hands find your breasts instantly, cupping and squeezing, sliding his palms roughly back and forth over them, pinching your nipples between his knuckles and rolling them between the pads of his thumb and forefinger.
Wearing his shirt was definitely the way to go, you conclude, though you'll have to fix that button later.
His mouth lowers to your chest - trailing sloppy, wet kisses across your skin haphazardly before wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking fervently - as his hands move down your body, finally working your underwear down your legs until you're free of it.
His lips switch sides just as you're starting to feel sore; you cup the back of his head, threading your fingers into his hair while he suckles again. He moans, and at the same time his fingers dip, none too gently, between your legs, collecting your slick with gusto and sliding across you a few times before thrusting two of them inside you, all the way to their base.
"Ah~!" You cry, clenching hard around the intrusive digits, squeezing another moan from him just before his mouth releases you, making you gasp as cool air hits your spit-soaked skin.
"This is what you needed, right?" He asks, breathless and tinged with a whimper. "My fingers? Me?"
"Yes," you confirm between panting breaths, helpless in the face of his urgent desire to be wanted, "just you."
It's a good thing you're dripping wet, you think, because his fingers thrust unforgivingly deep and fast, curling against all the best spots until you're seeing stars.
"Please come for me," he sighs, "please, I need to feel it..."
Then his lips crash into yours, eagerly swallowing up all the sounds you're making as you get closer and closer to shaking apart. He grinds against you, allowing you to feel the extent of his arousal through his clothes; you have no doubt he'll see to that immediately after he gets to feel you come around his fingers, taking advantage of your limp, spent form to bury himself inside you without any resistance or further preamble.
You finally climax with a cry, and sure enough, you can feel him freeing himself from his pants before your aftershocks are even over.
"Still need me?" He whispers pleadingly, forehead resting against yours, as he coats himself in your slick.
"Yes," you breathe, insatiably, "please. Always."
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A New Beginning #3: A Shopping Trip (Pt. 1)
Masterlist
Content: Vampire whumpee, human caretaker(s), multiple caretakers, blood (feeding), [mentioned] starvation, fear of being alone, [past] pet whump, self degration, [mentioned] beatings, [implied] broken bones, [mentioned] wounds/injuries.
I was gonna put it all in one chapter but that just seems excessive, so I'm gonna split it into two:)
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It was hard waking up the next morning – much more than usual. For the first time in his life, Carlos had a room and a comfortable bed to call his own. Murphy was still curled up under his arm, softly snoring. Luca had moved up to his legs at some point and fallen asleep there; the vampire could feel her tail draped across his feet. He’d never felt so cosy and safe before.
When someone finally did come to find him later on in the morning, there was no yelling or banging on doors. No one shouted insults or threatened him in any way. Instead, Ryker gently knocked on the door and waited until he was given a small, tired whine in response before stepping inside with a fresh bowl of blood in his hands. Oh, and how good it smelled, too.
“G’mornin’,” the human greeted the moment they made eye contact. Carlos did nothing but blankly stare back up at him, already feeling slightly disoriented. Surely if it was a dream, it would have ended by now. He’d be back with his masters, being beaten and starved until he could barely move. So, maybe this was real after all? Shivering, he realised he wasn’t really sure how to feel about that.
But it doesn’t matter how I feel about it anyway, does it? He was always careful to remind himself of that. I am here to please, not to be pleased. Don’t ruin it for yourself now.
“You okay, man?”
The vampire was somewhat grateful to hear Ryker’s voice interrupting his thoughts. He blinked a few times in an attempt to pull himself back to reality; arms tightening around Murphy’s stomach to bring him a little closer. Perhaps if he had a real pet close by, they’d be careful enough to not hurt him too badly if he was bad.
Yeah, ‘cause that’s worked brilliantly in the past.
Eventually, Carlos managed to give the human a small nod. “Yes sir,” he mumbled tiredly, eyes already directing themselves towards the bowl in his hand. He licked lips a few times, having to hold himself back from reaching for it without permission. “Is that, uhm… more blood? For me?”
Ryker smiled. “Sure is. Wanna sit up a bit so you don’t make a mess?”
Carlos didn’t hesitate. It surprised him to see that his body was already healing better than it ever had before. He could sit up now without Ryker’s help, and there was significantly less cracking coming from his ribcage and neck where his master had beaten him all those months ago.
For the first time in what must have been centuries, he could confidently say that he was feeling okay.
“It’s good to see you’re already healing,” Ryker commented as he handed Carlos his bowl. The vampire immediately brought it to his lips and began to skull the entire thing, feeling a slight desperation in him that definitely hadn’t been there before the meal touched his lips. He spared a glance over at the human to show that he was listening, hoping that it was enough to keep away from a punishment. He was just so hungry. “Adam says you should be fully healed within a month if we keep feeding you regularly. Thankfully there’s two of us to work with, so that shouldn’t be an issue.”
“Gonna get fed regularly?” Carlos repeated as soon as every drop of blood in the bowl was done. He politely handed it back to him, watching as the human reached over to place the bowl down on the bedside table. Then hesitated a moment before eventually following it up with, “how often is that gonna be?”
Please don’t think me ungrateful. Please don’t think me ungrateful. Please don’t think m-
“Once a day. Adam and I have agreed to take turns. Depending on how busy we are that day, you can either feed from our wrist or we’ll drain it into a mug or something for you.”
Carlos had completely stopped listening after the first sentence. They were gonna give him an entire meal? All to himself? They were willing to do that for him? He didn’t understand. He could go his entire life without ever eating again if they wanted him to, so why was this so important to them? Why was this so important to him? He’s starved before. He could keep going if they wanted him to.
But they don’t. That’s the point.
After a moment, he shakily held both his hands over his chest; a frown coming to his face as he looked back up at the human beside him. He could feel his chest beginning to tighten and his heart starting to beat a little faster, something that only ever involuntarily happened when he’d heard a piece of good news. He hated it.
The man jumped when he felt Ryker’s bigger hand resting on his shoulder. “You look scared,” he commented. “Did I say something wrong?”
“N-no.” Carlos shook his head. He wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to tell him what was bothering him or not. He didn’t want to get into trouble within less than twenty-four hours of arriving. Ryker had asked though, right? Which meant that it was okay? The last thing he wanted was for the human to think he was mad at him. He’d accidentally done that before. The punishment that followed was less than pleasant.
Reluctantly, he decided it was in his best interest to be open about it. “Uhm… s-sometimes I get these feelings in my chest and stomach. They come when someone tells me something good.” He looked over to examine the expression on Ryker’s face. So far so good. “My body starts feeling things and my chest gets tighter and- and it overwhelms me.” He let out a small whine. “It’s happening right now.”
“Sounds to me like you’re excited to be getting fed.”
“Excited?” Carlos blinked. That couldn’t be right. His masters had spent so long training him out of feeling emotions – there was no way he was already forgetting the things they taught him. He couldn’t. He had to be good. What if his previous masters were to see him right now? They’d be so ashamed. “Th-then I must be broken. Good pets don’t feel emotions, and I need to be good. Can you fix me somehow?” he asked shakily. “Please?”
Instead of being praised for wanting to be better, Carlos was surprised to see a pitiful frown curved on Ryker’s face. Why? Why the frown? He was trying to be good. He was trying. Why was this so difficult?
“There’s nothing to fix, bud. Feeling things is completely natural," the human assured him. The hand that was originally on his bony shoulder had moved to his back, while his free hand cupped both Carlos’ hands, seemingly trying to calm him down. He didn’t realise how much he was struggling to breathe until it occurred to him that his chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. That never happened unless he was out of breath from a beating or trying to walk. So why was it happening now? In front of his new owner, nonetheless? “It’s okay. Breathe. You’re allowed to be excited. You know humans couldn’t survive more than two months without food? That’s assuming they’ve got plenty of water, too. You’ve gone several years at least. I’d be pretty fuckin’ ecstatic as well.”
Ryker was patient enough to sit with Carlos for over twenty minutes as he slowly relaxed again. He gently rubbed his back and coaxed him into taking deep breaths, even going so far as to grab one of Adam’s plushies from his room for him to hold and squish as needed. No one had ever taken care of him the way this human was so determined to do so, and it made him wonder what Ryker’s motives were. What he had planned for him once he was fully healed. There had to be something he wasn’t thinking of.
Though in the end, he decided it was best he didn’t dwell too much on it. If his new owner wanted to treat him kindly, then he was well within his rights to do so.
Even if Carlos didn’t understand why.
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It was made apparent as soon Carlos finally emerged from his bedroom with Ryker holding him up that Adam was not the morning person of the two. He was still in the same sweater and pants that he’d gone to bed in, and his hair was an utter mess; strands of it poking in every direction and draped in front of his half-lidded eyes. As soon as he saw the vampire, however, he lit up and smiled from behind his mug of coffee.
“Hey, man,” he greeted warmly. “Sleep well?”
Carlos nodded. “Yes sir. I- I much enjoyed sleeping with the, uhm- the animals. Thank you.” He gave a little bow as a sign of respect. Had he been on his hands and knees, he’d have pressed his face into the floor and kissed their feet, but they didn’t seem to appreciate that as much as his other owners did. He truly had no idea how to behave now that he lived here. How long would it be before he messed up? How long before he upset them enough that they punished him?
“That’s good to hear. Here; you wanna sit down?” the man asked, already pulling out one of the chairs from the dining table for him to use. Carlos lit up some at the offer. It had been so long since he’d been allowed to sit with the humans.
“Really? I get to sit with you?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
So, the vampire obediently sat down in the chair Adam had pulled out for him, watching as the man sat down beside him and not long after, Ryker too. He now also had a cup of coffee in his hands, but it was a lot lighter coloured than Adam’s. A part of him wondered why, but he didn’t dare ask.
After some time spent in silence, Adam began to talk. “So, Carlos; we were thinking it might be best to take a trip into town today to get you some new clothes for you. That and some stuff to keep you entertained while we’re at work, as we both go back on Monday. Would you like to come with us?”
“N-now?” He didn’t want the sun. He didn’t want it. Please, I’ll do anything else.
Ryker frowned, reaching out the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his coffee mug to squeeze Carlos’ shoulder again. “No, no. Of course not. He meant tonight, when it’s dark. There’s a mall about fifteen minutes away that we’ll go to. It shouldn’t take that long.”
“Oh.”
“I know I said I'd go down myself, but I want to make sure you've got stuff you actually like. You could even have a shower or a bath before we leave, if you wanna?" Adam chimed in. "If you do, you’ll be able to try some clothes on at the store to make sure they fit properly.”
“A bath?” Carlos tilted his head, choosing not to say what he was thinking out loud. “W-with the bubbles and the rubber ducks?”
“Well, we don’t have any rubber ducks I’m afraid, but we do have plenty of bubble soap and bath bombs for you to play with.”
It was Carlos’ turn to frown, mirroring Ryker’s one from before. Bath bombs? Bombs for baths? Did that mean they were going to… explode? He wasn’t sure that sounded like much fun at all. Nonetheless, he forced himself to silently accept the offer with a nod. He guessed he’d find out soon.
As soon as they were both done with their coffee, Adam took their cups and put them inside the machine that cleaned all their dishes while Ryker slowly escorted him to the bathroom. He was still finding it rather difficult to walk, but the human seemed to be okay with that, being he constantly walked at the same pace to make sure Carlos wasn’t left behind, and whispered gentle words of encouragement and praise the entire way. He even went out of his way to lift the vampire onto the bathroom counter before running the bath just to make sure he wasn’t on his feet for longer than he needed to be. It was an incredibly foreign feeling, being cared for in such a way.
“Uhm, s-sir?” he eventually found it in him to whisper. Ryker immediately looked up from the tub at the sound of his voice, both eyebrows raised to show he was listening. “I’m not… uhm, I d-don’t really know how to take a bath. I was usually j-just hosed down outside.”
“That’s okay,” the human assured him. He paused for a moment, reaching over to turn the water off again before wiping his wet hands on his jeans. Carlos thought he saw him clench his fists for a moment, but it didn’t last long. “If you’d prefer, I’m happy to stay and help you? It’s super easy once you know what to do.”
It took some hesitation before Carlos found it in him to nod. He figured he had no choice in it anyway, but Ryker had been nice enough so far, right? So maybe it would all be okay. After all, there was no way he was going to succeed at cleaning himself. He had no idea how to, and it took far too much energy. With that being said, he did want to be clean. He wanted to know what it was like to not be covered in grime and dirt and blood after so many years of not being allowed to—
—and maybe if he was good enough, Ryker would hold off on hurting him just this once. Maybe he would give him the chance to feel clean and good one more time before he got sick of being nice to him, too.
He couldn’t help but feel his lips curving into a little smile at the thought. Yeah. That would be nice.
Ryker was kind enough to turn away as Carlos got undressed. He placed everything in the washing basket beside the sink like the human had asked him to before tentatively tapping him on the shoulder to gain his attention.
“Do you think you could help me get in?” he whispered, already feeling the heat rising to his cheeks when Ryker turned around to look at him. It’s okay. It isn’t the first time someone’s seen you naked. Just suck it up and get it over with.
The man smiled, reaching out to take him by the hand. “Yeah, sure. Baths can get really slippery when there’s water in them, unfortunately. So can showers, but it’ll be a lot easier for you to do on your own once you’ve healed some more.” Once he had a firm grip on him, Carlos began to carefully step inside; his body involuntarily jumping slightly as soon as he felt the warm water on his skin. “Let me know if I need to cool it down for you.”
It was such a nice feeling- the water on his battered and scarred skin. The moment he was able to, he knelt down and got comfortable inside the tub, feeling the water already starting to wash away the grime that had been stuck to his body for months. It was far better than being hosed down with the nozzle on ‘jet’, he thought. He shivered simply thinking about it. Sometimes he thought he could still feel the water aggressively spraying him, even after it was long over.
“There we go,” the human murmured once Carlos was finally situated and comfortable. He ran a gentle hand through the man’s grimy hair before crouching down beside the tub so they were at eye level with each other again. “We’ll get you all cleaned up and then once that’s done, I’ll replace the water and you can play with the bath bombs and the bubbles until you’re ready to get out again. Sound good?”
Carlos nodded, already feeling his mind wander back to the bubbles surrounding him. He smiled a little and began to scoop some up into his hands, curious as to what they looked like up close.
“They’re so cool,” he whispered. “I’ve always wanted to play with bubbles…”
“The best ones are the ones in the little plastic bottles.”
The vampire suddenly gasped excitedly. “I remember those! Master used to get them for you sometimes!”
“Yeah,” Ryker grinned. “My parents bought me bubbles all the time. I wish I could have taken you with me to play with them. Though my friend has a kid; I’m sure she has a little bottle or two back at her place. Maybe I’ll bring some back with me for you sometime.”
“Really?” Carlos could feel himself getting increasingly excited by the minute. “Can I… take Murphy with me? So I’m not alone?”
Ryker nodded, reaching up to ruffle the vampire’s hair again. “We’ll all be there, bud. You don’t have to worry about being alone again. I promise.”
For once, Carlos tried his hardest to believe the human’s words.
He really, really didn’t want to be alone again.
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the gift
“Come with me!”
Henry stands at the door to Elizabeth’s apartment. His eyes are wild; hers are rimmed red. His clothes look slept in; she’s wearing the bed. His hair’s a mess; but not half the mess she feels inside.
Three days he’s been gone. Three days she’s seen and spoken to no one. Three days she’s spent berating herself for setting her heart up to be shattered again.
Well, never again.
Her jaw clenches. “No.”
“Elizabeth”—he steps towards her, but when she hugs the duvet around her tighter and shies back, he halts. “Please. You don’t understand. I need you to come with me!”
The look she gives him darkens. “I said: No.”
“But—”
“You left me, Henry. So, go. Leave!”
She slams the door, and walks away; casts off the duvet, and lets it fall to a heap on the floorboards behind her; takes a seat at her desk, and pulls a History textbook closer.
This isn’t the same as losing her parents—they never would have left her voluntarily—but she’ll get through this now just as she did back then.
Let knowledge be her fortress.
Let her own walls rise up again, brick by brick, from the ruins of her heart.
///
Twenty years pass before she sees Henry next; this time he stands at the door to her brand new office at UVA.
“Hi,” he says, and frees one hand from the pocket of his jeans and holds it aloft in something between an awkward peace offering and an equally awkward wave.
She stops unpacking the box of files she dumped on her desk and stares at him.
That face. That sheepish look. Those eyes.
It can’t be…
“Henry?”
He scratches the back of his head, and lowers his gaze—the same nervous mannerisms as the day they met. “I’m sorry to ambush you like this, but I saw you’d taken a position here, and, well, I’m working in the Religious Studies department, and I thought it would be best to say hi now rather than us running into each other on the quad or you getting a surprise at the next faculty meeting.”
Still, she stares at him. Stunned.
“Right,” she eventually says, unsure what else to say.
Silence follows. Thick and tense and somehow more awkward than his peace offering/wave.
(Later, she’ll realise this would have been a good time to say ‘hi’ in return, or thank him for his consideration. But for now, she just stares at him, wondering if, after decades of trying to block him from her mind, her subconscious has played its ace by using a place so entwined with her memories of him to bring on a hallucination.)
“Well,” Henry says with a taut smile, and motions to the box on her desk, “I guess I’ll leave you to it.” He lingers a moment longer, perhaps waiting for some response (beyond the staring), then adds, “It was nice seeing you. You look well,” and leaves.
///
She lies awake that night, trying to remind herself why they broke up, to relive the pain of the heartbreak; but what she remembers instead is how, once the anger ebbed, the hurt he caused her was no more than a pinch compared to the bone-deep ache of missing him.
///
She does run into him on the quad, and spot him in faculty meetings. At first, they simply nod at each other in greeting; but soon those nods turn to small smiles and passing ‘Hi’s; and then, when a reshuffling of classrooms results in them hosting seminars back to back, giving them five minutes together as they hand over their shared space, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, those small smiles and passing ‘Hi’s turn to trading snippets from their lives, filling in the last twenty years one silence-evading chat at a time.
He never married; nor did she. He bought a house in Charlottesville over ten years ago now; she’s in the process of selling an apartment near Langley. He flew sorties in Desert Storm while serving in the Marines, lost a few buddies; she participated in operations she cannot name, saw too many stars carved into a marble wall take the place of living, breathing bodies.
Of course, there’s much about her time in the CIA that she cannot tell him directly. But he’s seen the shape of her pain, can tell from a hesitation and the look in her eyes what her silence means.
///
At the beginning of December, when the faculty insist on doing Secret Santa—she swears academia is just high school for the middle-aged—the slip of paper, folded in four, that she draws from a repurposed index card case opens up like a fortune teller to reveal Henry’s name.
///
Two-and-a-half weeks later, she stands at the door to their shared classroom, watching him joggle papers together atop the desk, so their edges align, before he stuffs them into his satchel. She wouldn’t be surprised, given how dull and cracked the brown leather is, if the satchel’s the same one she gave him when they were dating.
While fastening the buckles, he glances towards her, as if sensing a presence, and does a double take.
A smile spreads, full of warmth and recognition. “Hi,” he says. “You can come in.”
She steps inside, her fingers fumbling at the edges of the envelope she clutches in both hands. She walks over to the desk, and places the envelope down in front of him.
“This is for you,” she says.
He looks at it with a frown, confused, then up at her.
She shrugs, a little stilted. A rumour of a smile plays on her lips. “I’m your Secret Santa.”
“Oh.” Confusion gives way to realisation, and the warmth sweeps back in.
He picks up the envelope, slips his thumb beneath the flap (she didn’t seal it), and flips it open.
He pulls out a pair of tickets—they’re for a band he told her about during one of their five-minute-handover conversations; a band he loves but hasn’t had the chance to see live, doesn’t know if he ever will.
He meets her gaze. “This is too much,” he says. The look in his eyes is so overwhelmed you’d think she’d given him the stars. “They must have cost you…”
He trails off, as if the time taken to say the first part of the sentence isn’t anywhere near long enough to calculate the tickets’ worth, monetary or otherwise.
“You want me to return them?” she says, the quirk to her lips giving away the fact that she’s teasing.
“No.” His reply is whip-quick. (And, if she isn’t mistaken, his grip on the tickets tightens.) “Thank you.”
She nods. “You’re welcome.”
Before silence can settle over them and their shared gaze can become a moment, she turns away, dumps her purse on the desk, pulls out a stack of papers and busies herself with laying them out for her students to collect as they file in.
“Come with me?”
At his words, she stops and looks up.
He’s watching her, the tickets still held in both hands, so stiffly, with such reverence, it’s like they’re a portal to another universe, not admission to see his favourite band.
Part of her wishes they were a portal—one that could take her back to that other day when he said, ‘Come with me,’ and this time she’d go and hear him out.
But they’re not. And they can’t.
Instead, they’re something far more valuable than that:
A second chance.
“Sure,” she says, with a gentle smile. “I’d like that.”
(And perhaps this—removing the first brick from her walls, letting in the light of living life fully again, of loving—is the greatest gift she can give herself.)
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Presenting the resident TikTok soft boi...
Marvin “Magnificent” Ó Brennan!
Facts about him below:
Marvin is 28, 5′5, and a GNC gay man who occasionally uses she/her!
Marvin was born 20 and mentally... well, he was completely catationic and unresponsive. In fact, he didn’t even have a name. He appeared in Jack & Jackie’s living room, frozen and staring at nothing through the eyeholes of a blank white cat mask. Jack was so ashamed and horrified by his accidental Creation that he broke down for days. During this, Jackie played bedside nurse and full-time caretaker to his unresponsive brother. Even gave him his own clothes to wear and bathed and fed him. After Jack came back home, he said he had scoured the few magick libraries around, and found a ritual written for Creators meant to change a Creation’s set story. Jack did so as Jackie looked on. Jack, in apology and desperation and shame, gave Marvin so much power it cause a housefire. Marvin the Magnificent came into consciousness 20 miles away from Jack’s burnt home in a motel room. He was gifted emotion-based telekinesis and the power to control fire.
Jack and Marvin’s relationship is mostly just like roommates, sharing a space peacefully with no fights. But sometimes Marvin catches Jack’s shame and horror when he looks at him.
Jackie and Marvin consider each other twins and are so close it’s painful. They’re nearly co-dependant and almost always spending time with just each other. Marvin loves using his telekinesis to prank Jackie! (Well, he does it so often Jackie knows immediately these days, but he still plays along and lets himself get tricked.) They love watching movies with each other, especially Jackie’s favourite, the 2000s Spiderman movies. When Jackie’s delusional states act up, Marvin is always the one to drag him home and talk him down. Jackie nicknames Marvin “Magnificent.”
Marvin and Henrik are strained and fight often. As time goes on it gets more playful, but when Henrik was first born it was very genuine. Marvin was and is jealous and angry that Henrik ‘steals’ Jackie away from him. Marvin was very horrible and nasty to Henrik, until Jackie and he had a fight over it. After this, Marvin felt immense guilt for ruining his chance with who could have been his baby brother. He attempted to make it up to him with baked goods and morning apologies over fresh brewed coffee. Their relationship is never perfect, but they do love each other at the end of it all.
Marvin was there, in the house, when Chase was born already almost dead. He saw the gun. He saw the blood. And from the hospital, through the grueling physical therapy, through Chase’s angry and painful recovery, Marvin promised every day, every single day, to love and care for him no matter what. Chase is his perfect, wonderful, do-no-wrong little brother. Chase loves it, and Marvin is his favourite of the family who’s been right there for him since the hospital.
Anti adores Marvin’s body. He would take it for himself if it weren’t so itchy and ill-fitting to wear. Anti loves burning and controlling and attacking with Marvin’s powers. Anti objectifies Marvin’s body very heavily, Marvin is left feeling disgusting and used after the four times he’s been possessed.
Marvin was the first of the egos to treat Jameson like a person and not just Anti’s body. Marvin was the first to realise that JJ was mute & never taught to speak; not just ignoring them and shutting down on purpose. Marvin is a safeguard, the only person who’s never abused or hurt him.
Marvin discovered TikTok and alt fashion and was immediately enraptured! It helped him form a concrete sense of self and assisted in his journey to love himself. He loves dressing in leather mixed with soft, delicate, fem jewelry. Marvin delves into the drag queen scene later on, eventually dressing up and performs using his magick! “Maggie Nificent” is his stage name!
Marvin has vague memories of a childhood in Ireland, being raised by his grandmother he called ‘poppy’.Sadly it’s just a story though, and Marvin can never see his poppy in reality.
Marvin lives in Jack’s apartment with Jackie in the beginning, but eventually moves into a two bedroom flat in downtown Brighton!
He seems very lanky and thin, but has wide built hips and shoulders that makes up for it.
He is honestly the most mentally healthy of the family, but does occasionally have catatonic episodes when very distressed or tired.
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Pining Masterlist
all that counts is here and now (my universe will never be the same) (ao3) - ashisonthefloor
Michael/Calum, Luke/Ashton
G, 9k
Summary: Michael bumps into the cute pet store worker named Calum and develops a crush. hijinks and lots of pining ensue. Ashton and Luke might fall in love along the way.
'cause lately i've been craving more (ao3) - necessarymistakes
Luke/Calum
M, 5k
Summary: Luke wants to scream.
“Oh," is all he says.
Michael speaks up, Luke hopes that he'll finally be saved from having to leave Calum alone, but Michael has never liked him very much. “I think it's better to do as Calum suggest. This way the girls we want won’t choose anyone but us. Because you know this could end up being a competion. And fuck that!” Michael smirks and Calum lets out a laugh. They both look at Luke, expecting his acquisition. Luke forces a smile.
He doesn’t want any girl. He knows who he wants but the person (the dumbass) doesn't see it. He tries to stifle his groan. This night is going to suck.
desert sunrise (ao3) - citiesbelow
Michael/Calum
E, 15k
Summary: AU in which Michael ends up single early in quarantine and Calum has been pining for him for years, but even when they get to Joshua Tree, he’s determined not to say anything out of fear of ruining their friendship. He can’t keep a secret forever, however, especially not from his best friends.
leave your mark with every bite (ao3) - tutorgirl
Michael/Luke
E, 6k
Summary: after a drunken hook up with michael, luke can’t deny his feelings any longer and is forced to face the consequences of falling in love with his best friend and bandmate.
make you blush (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost)
Luke/Ashton
T, 5k
Summary: "Luke peers up, and he's sure his heart does stop this time as he shrinks in on himself, worrying at his bottom lip. He really doesn't need this right now. In fact, he needs the opposite of this – he really, really doesn't want to talk to Ashton Irwin at this moment, or any moment, to be honest, because he thinks his stomach might fall out of his ass if he tries."
Or, Luke is a dweeby Year 10 who has a crush on the star of the musical.
Perihelion (ao3) - nationalnobody
Calum/Ashton
G, 1k
Summary: The same day the sky cried, Ashton did as well but then Calum smiled at him and everything seemed so small in scale to that precious smile. Two years later, Calum is crying and Ashton doesn't realise it but he's the one to make it stop.
Soon It'll Be Curtains (ao3) - orphan_account
Michael/Calum
T, 1k
Summary: written for the prompt "calum/michael, sleepovers". this doesn't so much have sleepovers in it as the beginnings of a sleepover, and not so much calum/michael as the beginnings of that, too. and a bit of ot4.
Taking the Chance (ao3) - Annenna29
Michael/Luke
G, 11k
Summary: 5 times Michael attempts to kiss Luke. 1 time He didn't.
the kids will be alright, eventually (ao3) - wafflelashton
Luke/Ashton
T, 45k
Summary: ashton falls in love with his best friend, luke, and is somehow the last to know.
We're Our OTP (ao3) - felixandtae
Luke/Ashton
N/R, 20k
Summary: Where Ashton and Luke make a YouTube channel together and eventually fall in love after they do challenges, tags, and Vlogs.
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Do you have your own F/E (fictional enemy)?
I do! For Fallen Magic, the main villain is the Queen, Hortensia. However, I’ve added some twists to her, because “evil Queen” on its own is kinda boring.
If you want to hear about her, scroll down! If you don’t want to be majorly spoiled, don’t read below the cut.
Hortensia is the eldest daughter of King Rown and Queen Melan, and has a younger sister Brigitta. The family was happy and the King and Queen were beloved, but soon after Brigitta turned eight, she became ill. Rown and Melan reached out to every healing in and out of Elubeth, finding only the best, exploring every option, but nothing worked. At nine years old Brigitta was bedridden and hardly ever conscious, and no one expected her to live much longer. The family was devastated, but Hortensia (fourteen) wasn‘t about to give up. The royal advisor and trusted family friend Weland assisted Hortensia in her search for a cure, and with his help she found an old book that had been forgotten in the library. It held countless cures within it, things she‘d never seen before, and she brought it to her parents immediately. However, they were not so excited about her finding.
They were struck when they saw the book, taking it away and asking where she found such a thing. They explain that the book contains dark magic, a magic no longer practiced because of its unnatural, unstable abilities. Dark magic is like a parasite that latches onto the user, corrupting them, and bringing out their worst emotions until thats all thats left of the person. Melan has the book destroyed and tries to comfort Hortensia, saying its just Brigitta‘s time, but Hortensia runs away.
Weland finds her and tells her about a place called the Klanstin Ruins, saying that an entity there might be able to assist her. He covers for her while she rides to the ruins, finding a destroyed and abandoned city lost to time in the middle of a beautiful meadow. It is here she makes contact with a strange entity, something she can hear, but not see. She explains why she‘s there and the entity agrees to help, but says she must help it escape the ruins it is trapped in. She agrees, allowing the entity to attach itself to her, and rides back to the castle. There, the entity explains the steps she must take to preform different spells, and she follows them. Within a week Brigitta is awake and even speaking more, and Rown and Melan consider it a miracle, as does all of Elubeth when the news gets out. Hortensia is ecstatic, but she feels like something is… wrong. She feels weaker, drained, and her skin is pale. As she continues to complete the spells from the entity, she feels worse, while Brigitta gets better. Its not until black veins appear across her face that she realizes how bad it is. She talks to the entity, saying she doesn‘t want to follow the spells anymore, but the entity refuses to give her up. It takes control of her, using her as a puppet whenever it chooses, Hortensia powerless to stop it. She becomes withdrawn and sickly, and as the entity no longer preforms the spells to heal Brigitta, she gets worse as well.
Rown and Melan are heartbroken as both of their daughters seem to be pulled away from them. Brigitta falls into a coma, and Hortensia is acting… different. She‘s more hostile, easy to anger, yet also quiet and withdrawn. They try to help, but she won‘t let them, and they don‘t know what to do. Weland says he has no idea what caused this, but he‘ll do his best to help. Then, one night, under the control of the entity, Hortensia enters her parents bedchambers and attempts to kill them both. She succeeds with her father and tries to cut her mothers throat, but Melan escapes out of the window. It is believed she died later on. With both parents gone, “Hortensia“ is next in line for Queen. It is a sad day when she it crowned, and the beginning of a deadly rule. She places laws against magic usage, eventually banning it altogether in certain areas, and begins having books on magic and its history destroyed. Some mages join her side, fighting alongside her mostly because they are given more rights and are allowed to practice magic under heavy restrictions, though they can only use magic to assist the Queen. Radical anti-mage groups rise, mages are imprisoned for no reason at all, while others are killed in the streets like wild dogs. Panic breaks out, which the new Queen stamps down on by issuing raids, having mages either killed, arrested, or pledging themselves to the Queen. Mages are wiped out by the thousands, those who survived going into hiding, fearful of their friends, family, and neighbors. Anyone can rat you out if your a mage. Others pledge their allegiance with the Queen and move to the Royal City. Mages in the Royal City are not allowed to practice magic, but they are somewhat protected, though those who are out as mages still face heavy prejudice from non-mages. Within only a year the kingdom has been devastated and divided, and still Brigitta sleeps. Hortensia, the part of her that hasn‘t yet been destroyed by the dark entity, continues to do what she can for her sister. Hortensia‘s eyes have turned an unsettling black, her hair limp and lifeless, but she doesn‘t feel as drained as before. The entity, which refers to itself as The Darkness, grows stronger as time goes on.
A rebellion is formed right under the Queen‘s nose, small at first but growing larger and stronger and including people from the Royal City, and even people from within the castle. One man, a cadet named Ekward, is working for the Rebellion and gives them whatever information he can. He‘s surrounded by hateful mages who feel as though they‘ve been forced to work for the Queen, and they take out much of their aggression on him. Despite being unevenly matched against people who have magic, Ekward wins every fight, and catches the attention of the Queen. Suddenly he finds himself being made her personal guard, constantly under supervision and heavy question. This position does allow him access to crucial information for the Rebellion, though he must tread carefully lest he be found out to be treasonous.
This is the time my story Fallen Magic takes place, though the main characters don‘t know about the Darkness or Hortensia‘s backstory.
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