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#sorry this is so late!
kikker-oma · 3 months
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A late birthday present for @telemna-hyelle !!
You're a lovely writer and I've been meaning to draw something for you for ages🥰 this story was so so sweet and soothed my soul❤️
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sukunasun · 1 year
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Halloween is over but what are your thoughts on ghostface jjk man x chubby reader? 👀
tw dub-con / knifeplay
its more than just being the final girl—watching you behind a cheap mask he's bought. for hours, for days, over the course of long, long, months. hiding in dark corners, and hidden spaces—the things he's planned aren't to be wasted on some brutal, violent death. stabbing and slashing. because as you lay on soft pillows and pressed sheets, curves and folds on display, so oblivious, so unassuming...he's dying to sink more than just a knife into all that flesh.
not to hurt you of course, but what is he to do when he's got killer instinct and your body was made to be held, fondled....claimed. there's only so much a man can resist.
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when geto asks "what are you wearing?" over the phone, his words hold some amusement to them, mocking. almost like he knows you're scared. yet somewhat ...mellow, trusting...and so hot it flays you, a heat traveling low and dipping in your stomach, fear and arousal jumbled up in one, searing in your belly.
your breath hitches at the sound of his muffled laugh crackling through the speaker. you could just indulge yourself in this little game he plays, no harm would ever come to you. this way, you could ignore the insecurities and the nerves. relish in anonymity. and every second you keep him waiting to expose you for the depraved thing that you are, getting wet and drooly over a stranger, a dark, mysterious, and very sexy stranger, you realize how pathetic, how cliched you're being. "i can hear how turned on you are..." he's so right it's embarrassing.
when he's looming above you the next day, there's no time wasted. he angles your toy against a sensitive spot and you feel it nudge and grind deep inside, keeps sliding it up and down your folds, "that's it, feel that? you should see how wet you are," your shaky thighs spread open, pussy sticky and gleaming with cum, so slick, so slippery, every pass of the toy on your slit jolting you closer to release.
"you don't want to kill me..." you say in a daze. turning your head to the side, you moan into the sheets, it's too much, your ghost caller watching you, playing with you, withholding and keeping you from reaching your peak. you know the things he could do...there's no need to see his face or learn his name to realise he's a little bit of a bully like that. teasing you, edging you, that you'd only come by his hand. beautiful gloved hands that are larger than two of yours put together.
"and why is that?" geto coos, wanting to wrap a fist around your exposed neck, untouched and unmarred, just waiting to be marked. you wish to tell him that you'd do anything, pleading for your life, but that coil in your stomach twists, adrenaline egging you on, allowing you to be a little bolder, "you need me...don't you? you need me to be yours," you whimper out the challenge. fingers reaching up to hook in between his mask and face, bringing him closer to you, before you press a kiss to where his mouth would be. feeling only hard plastic and his hot, sighing breaths underneath.
you see his shoulders tense, your toy dropping to the side of the bed, forgotten and whirring. he's left so stunned. and it's this that you earn—his lips barely forming a reply, no sly smirks or subtle jabs to your pride, just the sound of his ragged breaths that fill the room and the slick, measured pumps of his fist over his cock, thumb spreading the fluid that leaks, drools, literally pools over your stomach—"you have no fucking idea..." he groans, his resolve vanishing, his smugness stripped away the more you moan for him, why do you tease him so. these hairline cracks you'd spotted and split right down the middle with merely a gentle touch at where he's the weakest...geto's only so strong, frustrated at his own need for your willingness, your eager soft hands that trail up and down his biceps. who dares to pet a wild animal, reaching out without fear of getting trapped in sharp jaws.
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sukuna's not as weak. he's been on the hunt for years, trying to curb his appetite for murder with whatever nameless faces he deemed uninteresting, had them piled up and ready to be disposed of without so much as another glance. he's bored...terribly so, and starving, salivating, for the perfect kill. only now he thinks otherwise when a newfound purpose reveals itself in the shape of you.
if only you'd been careful, if only you'd been cautious. maybe then, you wouldn't be pinned below the stranger in a mask, the cold edge of his knife perched against the jugular as your jaw starts to bruise from his tight grasp. "im keeping you," he merely states, "you're gonna be mine forever, you hear me?" he start kissing the side of your face, sloppily, messily. you don't see his face but you imagine he'd look like a monster, with sharp teeth and a hundred eyes, maybe four or six hands the way he's gripping and touching you everywhere, trying to get his fill of you. his cock thick and large and splitting you in half, almost as if he had two.
"you don't have to do this," you sob, feeling another orgasm rock through you. you squeeze down on him, your slick coating everywhere. oh you smell like sweat and fear and he doesn't care one bit that tears stream down your face, swollen lips trembling. a face pressed into the pillows that bear a muddled expression.
under the weight of his hulking body from above, you know there's no way of escaping his clutches, your moans turn guttural, "i can't, it's too much..." you whine, hands coming up to push him away, to clutch at his chest behind you, tapping out from the overstimulation. he's rubbing against a spot so sensitive, pounding right into it. you think you'd go crazy, "please...i've been good..." you whine, voice pitching into a drawn-out moan, "been so good for you," pleading and pleading. you don't think it was the best choice of words, but in the haze of pleasure, you could only persuade him with obedience. with submission.
it does nothing to deter him from his ministrations, chuckling at the way your voice breaks, the way you look a mess, coming undone and staining your sheets, the thin line of blood dribbling from your neck. "just one more yeah?" he coos, "i know...i know it feels good, you're starting to fall in love with it aren't you?" he starts going faster, building to his climax, and you gasp in surprise when he shifts his position to collapse onto your back. his arms hugging you around the middle as he continues to jerk his hips erratically.
you don't say anything in return, but you do give in...teeth biting down on your pillow the moment your orgasm hits you, legs shaking and his spurting dick lodged deep inside you.
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gojo's completely obsessed. and you don't notice it at first because his personality covers up most of his hidden intentions, concealing that part of him that's been following your every move, trailing after you and waiting for a moment to strike...he gets personal because satoru's always been like that, needy, clingy, and he knows there's no need for the mask, you'd know it was him, but he likes it that way. relishes the moment you grapple with feeling betrayed by a man you trusted. says it's your fault really for being way too closed-minded. "what was it you said? that i wouldn't be into big girls?" he laughs, sounding crazed, frenzied.
"i thought you knew me better..." he tuts, keeps his hands busy in the meantime by wrapping rope around your wrists, weaving it across your tits, crisscrossing down your stomach, and circling around your thick thighs. his fingers knot and loop the bright red rope with practiced ease, making a pattern across your body with just the right amount of tension, just enough that it wouldn't cut into your skin...but he makes no promises.
stepping back, he tugs at the base of his rig above you, just for precaution, but he knows you'll stay right where you are for however long he wants. no, you're not gonna fall, he knows that's what you're thinking about despite it having to be the last of your priorities.
"look at you..." he marvels at his handiwork. your legs spread for him, feet dangling and having no leverage. with arms tied behind your back, he gets to see how lovely your tits look when spilling from beneath the rope, although...he'd say the best part is seeing his blindfold tied around your mouth as a makeshift gag.
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and choso's just...sweet isn't he..so keen, so restless. he promises he won't hurt you, he just wants a taste, to know what it feels like. and you'd dare him to but he's not made to kill and he knows it. it's why his knife stays loose and forgotten in his hand when he greets the sight of you behind a door left ajar.
the creaking hinge, his heavy boots, and the harsh pull of his breaths are all enough to send goosebumps rising. slow and measured, his feet come to a halt at the foot of your bed. he thinks you did it on purpose. doors and windows left unlocked and your curtains so sheer it's no wonder he's made to be an audience to your little peep shows every night. "you knew i've been watching you..." he whispers, realization hits—and surprisingly, you think you hear the petulance in his voice, like he was pouting. actually pouting.
and you see it first when he takes off the mask. face awestruck from watching you lay back, your eyes meeting his stare from between the swell of your breasts, your tummy, suddenly his face has a lot more life in it, dark circles meeting the reddening edge of his blushing cheek, pale lips wet and drooling, his tongue slipping past, inching closer. "please....please," is such a lovely sound when it slips past them, frenzied and feverish, words he can barely get a hold of before you feel it curling around your bones, wheedling its way into your heart, and squeezing tight. wanting to give in to the man who creeps from afar, who can't stop following and tracing your every move.
your eyes roll back when your folds part under the wet muscle, warm and slick. and it's not a secret by now that you're not as shy as you seem to be. he's mesmerized, transfixed. is this the same woman he's been spying on...always keeping to herself, getting her life together, with prim and proper clothing and a nine-to-five job...now wrapped in nothing but moonlight and presenting yourself to him, legs spreading to reveal the wet that sticks to your folds, hardening nub that twitches at your touch, at the circles and gentle flicks against your clit. your eyes stay fixed on his, wordlessly giving him permission almost as if you've been waiting for him. he wonders if it's just as long as he's been wanting you.
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liam-summers · 8 months
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1.02 | 2.01
Responding after the other has already left
↳ Requested by @oveliagirlhaditright
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dewitty1 · 1 month
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Fic Recs Wrap Up March 2024♡(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*・:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*☆
tissue of silver by fearlessdiva
A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf. Rec Post
The Piano by shushu_yaoi_lj @orange-peony
He arrives on a boat during a particularly stormy day. Harry knew Astoria Greengrass had sent for a husband, someone to keep her company on the particularly dreary and dark winter days on this remote island. Harry didn’t know who it was she had arranged to be sent here. All he knew was that the weather was horrid today, and the Portkeys had never properly worked in this remote corner of the North Sea. The island was special, its magic working in odd and surprising ways. Rec Post
Turn From Stone by harryromper @harryromper
Something happened in the hours after the final battle, after the evacuation of the living and the dead. As the last of the survivors left the castle, and as the castle itself turned its wounded back on them all. The loss of Hogwarts has been felt by their entire community. And it’s something that needs to be put right. Harry knows there’s nothing he can do to stop Hermione (war hero, historian, author of the reissued “Hogwarts: A History”) once she sets her mind to something. Even an extremely risky last-ditch effort to restore the ancient castle and lay its newest ghosts to rest. What he wasn’t counting on was her insistence that Draco Malfoy be part of the plan. Rec Post
With and Without You by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed
Harry and Draco realize that they’ve been living in the same building for the past five years, hiding from the Wizarding world in Muggle London for a variety of reasons. They grow unexpectedly close and Harry realizes that Draco’s relationship with his boyfriend is abusive, spiraling as he tries and fails to figure out how to help. In Harry’s rejection of the Wizarding world in general, he has fallen out of touch with his friends and his magical abilities, but has to reconnect with both in order to find himself again. Rec Post
Inevitable [Drarry] by violenttulips @violenttulips
After the war, Harry Potter becomes a talented Senior Auror with a penchant for injury in defense of his colleagues. Draco Malfoy leaves the country for five years and becomes an accomplished Specialty Healer. He comes back after he accepts a job at St. Mungo’s Hospital. When they meet again, it’s clear that Draco has changed significantly in the years since they attended Hogwarts together, and Harry finds himself strangely attracted to his former rival. But things never come easy for the Boy-Who-Lived, and that’s not about to change now. Rec Post
Learn To Fly by Ladderofyears @ladderofyears
January 2004: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are two of the finest Seekers in England, deadly rivals and secret lovers. As far as Draco is concerned, that’s how it’ll stay forever. He is betrothed to beautiful heiress Astoria Greengrass, and they are due to have a big summer wedding. Everything changes during a hotly fought Arrows versus Wimbourne game when Draco falls from his broom. To his huge shock, when Draco awakes in St Mungo’s, he discovers he is pregnant. What will Draco do, now everything in his tidily compartmentalised life has to change? Rec Post
He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by korlaena @korlaena
Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last? Rec Post
Denouement by the_never_was
Pale face in paler hands, he is devoid of color. He is only the moonlight. And he wonders if he’ll find the sun. A story about Draco entering a period of change that will either shatter him or enfold him into Harry Potter’s world. Rec Post
Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(ノ゚∀゚)ノ━☆゚・*:.。. .。.:*・.*・。゚*:・゚✧
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Stalking Harry by orphan_account
Harry Potter is the most eligible bachelor in the Wizarding world. Draco Malfoy is a disgraced ex-Death Eater with emotional baggage and a bit of a crush.
Through His Eyes (I Am Set Free)  by  Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed
Harry and Draco have a telepathic connection that remains unexplained in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds. Draco is assigned a mission by Voldemort to locate and capture the Boy Who Lived-- the trouble is that they don't know anything about him. While Draco struggles to gather information on this mysteriously absent hero, he and Harry start communicating again for the first time since they were kids. Harry continues life as normal until he discovers information which compels him to abandon his ordinary Muggle life with the endeavor to rescue and emancipate his only friend-- even if that means bartering with his own life.
A Private Reason for This by Femme (femmequixotic) @femmequixotic
When the wife of a star politician in the Scottish Ministry turns up dead just outside Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy and his murder investigation team are called in from the Edinburgh Auror force to find her killer. What DCI Malfoy doesn't expect, however, is to have an ex from two decades past end up in his murder room, endangering not only his case, but also his heart.
Consequences of Redemption by bobbirose @ominousflags
When Draco makes an impromptu decision to rescue Harry Potter from Malfoy Manor, the two find themselves completely alone and facing the looming climax of the war against Voldemort. Harry must start from the beginning with Draco--and starting over has more consequences than either of them anticipated.
( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo Carey  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖
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thsc-confessions · 8 months
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"I know that Dusty sees everyone on the Toppat Clan as a child."
"And everyone sees him as their grandpa ^^" submitted by anon
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sunnydayroleplay · 3 months
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Do you think Jean is a yandere, or a tsundere, or a prick?
Personally, I think he's all three.
(More so tsundere and prick)
I feel like given what I've spoken about his personality, I don't think he has the balls to kill someone even if it's for someone he loves/ kill the person he loves if they say no.
I feel like once he is in deep romantic love for Sunshine, he acts like how a young boy would when they have an admirer.
Hit them and run away, push them around as a way to get closer, then out of nowhere shower you with postive attention and gifts.
(Of course he wouldn't actually hit you, just make jokes about you, and call you names occasionally.)
I do think he'd be discreet with it though. Such as sending flowers to your house or have them delivered while on the set of the show, with a note saying something stupid like:
"For my dear, as pretty and fragile as a flower, and as thick as a thorn."
"Wishing I was yours,"
"For you, from your secret admirer."
That's really about it, but to answer your question further, his personality is just being a prick to put it somewhat mildly, but he "warms" up the cactus skin attached go his body, and he sprouts out a beautiful flower or fruit for his lover :)
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kaijukebox · 1 year
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What if your brain just made god torment you every day?
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Today’s Reference
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superchlorine · 8 months
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i was tagged by @boobzi to grab a receipt over at receiptify! 💖
tagging (this is, ofc, completely optional!) - @go-out-of-wonderland @rienziera @lastendconductor78 @madhattersez @halalhyungwon and maybe you, dear reader?
my receipt under the cut
i was in a 90s/00s throwback mood for a big chunk of this summer 😅
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rwrbmovie · 5 days
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quick question. You seem to know about the Emmys a little bit.
How many of these interviews, like the one with Sarah and Taylor, can there be? Up until the nominations.
Ahh I actually don't know much about it at all so I'm not the best to ask, but I did do some research. From what I know, FYC campaign events can manifest in a few different ways: panels (like the one with Sarah and Taylor), podcasts (like the one with Nick and Taylor), roundtables (like the one with Nick), interviews (like the one Sarah Shahi did with Gold Derby), and exhibits (like the Prime Experience).
As for panels, I think expect only one or two more, including the Prime Experience one, which we still don't know who will be participating. THR has their 'Awards Chatter' podcast which hopefully we might see someone from RWRB featured in soon.
If anyone knows more, please chime in!
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bowie-starss · 3 months
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mungrove prompt. eddie and billy cuddling on a rainy night in the munson trailer watching a horror movie <3 🥺
Billy is just a wet cat of a man. A cat left in the rain and Eddie has the towels for him
Lately, Eddie found himself staying up later and later into the night with no sign of sleep. His record was 5 am before promptly passing out for an hour until his alarm went off.
It seemed Eddie wasn’t the only one struggling this way. 
The rain had started early that evening and only got worse as the night went on. It was pouring, drowning out the sound of a car pulling up to the Munson trailer. Eddie was startled out of his half-asleep daze on the couch by rapid knocking on the front door. Apparently, he was taking too long to answer because the knocking just would not let up.
Eddie clicked off the TV- he hadn’t been watching it anyway- and peaked out of the blinds for a hint at whoever could be at the door at this hour. 
A deep blue Chevy Camaro sat just in front of Eddie’s trailer, and there was only one person in Hawkins who owned a Camaro that color. There was only one person who owned a Camaro at all. 
Oh, Billy. 
Billy was no stranger to showing up at Eddie’s unannounced as they didn’t have a good way to communicate yet, but he typically didn’t do it at- what was it now? 2 a.m? Whatever it was, Billy was not the type to show up then.
Eddie opened the front door to exactly what he expected at this point: Billy drenched in rain water. How long had he been standing there while Eddie fought for sleep on the couch?
“You look ridiculous,” Eddie blurted as he pulled Billy inside. The blonde stayed uncharacteristically quiet. “Stay here.” As if Billy had any plans of moving. “I’ll get some towels. And clothes.” Eddie was gone for a blink, returning with an excessive amount of towels and a set of pajamas he knew Billy liked.
All of the items were set aside except for one towel Eddie wrapped around Billy. “Bad day, huh?” Eddie asked, smiling sadly. Billy didn’t need to respond verbally. He sighed and buried his face into the towel, and that was enough to describe his day. Eddie nodded. “Yeah, me too,” he said.
After being aggressively rubbed dry and changing in the living room, leaving him looking more or less like a stray cat, Billy was left to sort through Eddie’s movie collection while Eddie hung up the wet clothes in the bathroom. “Cool stuff, huh?” Eddie said as he returned to join Billy on the floor.
Billy wordlessly held up a tape. The Rats Are Coming! The Werewolves Are Here! Point taken. Billy set it aside. “Where do you even find these?”
Eddie shrugged. “When Family Video decides to clean out their shelves they sell all the old and weird stuff no one’s rented for dirt cheap. The other half of the collection is stuff my uncle picked up.” As Billy popped in a horror movie, Eddie asked, “I thought we were trying to sleep?”
“You can.” Billy backed off to the couch. “I’m not.”
That bad of a day that just going to bed was off the table.
Eddie decided not to argue with it. He found himself falling asleep to the weirdest things, so a slasher on screen didn’t matter. He joined Billy on the couch and opened his arms, letting Billy crawl into his spot in them. He dropped his full weight onto Eddie, making the other squeak, before tucking his head in just under Eddie’s chin. Eddie didn’t think the blonde could actually see the screen, but maybe that’s not what he wanted. Maybe he wanted the background noise. Weird choice, but Eddie couldn’t really judge, when he understood it.
Eddie’s hands combed through Billy’s still damp hair and tugged gently at the drier curls. “I guess you’re staying the whole night then, huh?” There was only a ‘mpfh’ from Eddie’s chest, and Eddie chuckled as if it meant something. It did, of course. “Alright, then. You know you’re welcome.”
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17isrighthere · 2 years
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VERNON + SILVER/BLUE 💎 for @carat-cakes
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felidaeng · 1 year
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one more art trade. this time for @loki-ioki
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lgclili · 3 months
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i know you don’t speak my language but i love the way she’s talking to me   —   @lgcamelia, april '21.
it’s one of those days. 
the days where lili couldn’t be fucked to do anything the coaches asked of her — they’d told her time and time again that she should be pushing herself, that securing her spot in whatever choreography they were currently going through wasn’t enough — that she should be front and center, present and determined to do what it takes to prove that she wasn’t going to do the same things she had done at her last company.
as if whatever she had done at said company had warranted such treatment.
( sure she flaked on debut but did that mean she was a flake — lili liked to think not )
so, it comes again — probably the fourth time today — that a coach comes and goes, exasperated at lili’s reeling and appalling plethora of excuses. once more using the — ‘sorry, can’t understand’ — to her advantage.
that is until a trainee — who obviously could understand her — is suddenly brought to the helm and into the throes of lili’s obnoxious display of unintentional rebellion. fuck, there goes her fun.
when the girl comes to her, lili only raises a brow in amused surprise, “huh — that was quick. didn’t think they would send in plan b so soon.” she says in mandarin, flicking the plastic spoon that held the last bites of her yogurt back into its cup. 
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bluecoba · 6 months
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trick or treat! 🔮✨
Happy Halloween <333
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comicbookddr · 7 months
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RORY WEEK DAY 2: PRE-VAMPIRE
Summary: When Rory woke, he didn’t recognize anything surrounding him. Not only was it not his house, but everything was extremely blurry. As he staggered to his knees and squinted through his glasses to try and understand where he was, a tall man in all black stood in from of him.
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When Rory woke, he didn’t recognize anything surrounding him. Not only was it not his house, but everything was extremely blurry. As he staggered to his knees and squinted through his glasses to try and understand where he was, a tall man in all black stood in front of him. 
“Wow, you’re not dead?” He said, smirking at the trembling kid beneath him. All Rory could do was shake his head and try to stop his bottom lip from quivering. The man helped Rory up and ripped the pair of glasses right off his face. 
“You won’t be needing these, okay?” He laughed, crushing them on the ground with his boot. Rory jolted back with how much better he could see now, and looked forwards at the stark pale man in front of him. His teeth were long and sharp, his hair jet black and sticking straight up. He grabbed Rory’s shoulder and gripped it hard in case he tried to run away. 
“Jesse! Are you done cleaning up?” A voice shouted from outside. A guy in a skull t-shirt and curly hair appeared from behind him. 
“Almost,” He said, turning around to face the other guy, flinging Rory in the same direction with his arm still attached to his shoulder. 
“We got one more!” 
“So… he was bit twice?” Gord, who Rory now knew the name of, asked. 
“Seems like it!” Jesse responded. Rory was staring at the two of them in awe as they tried to figure out exactly what happened. 
“So Erica didn’t drink all his blood? How odd…” Gord said. 
“Where is she?!” Rory shouted. He could believe it! He had fangs just like Jesse did, and they were so sharp that he poked his lip after he finished talking. He could feel he had drawn blood, but when he reached up to wipe it away, it was already gone, and his lip felt like it hadn’t been cut at all. 
“Yeah, you’re gonna need to learn how to control that,” Jesse told him. 
“You’ll stop poking yourself eventually.” 
“Look, like this,” Gord said as two sharp fangs shot out of his normal row of teeth. He gave Rory a ghoulish smile to demonstrate. The two workshopped with Rory and eventually he could control his fangs. 
Eventually Jesse and Gord took Rory out of the house and walked him to the front gates. The two stepped aside to talk. 
“You really wanna keep this one? Can’t we just fly him across the border and drop him off in Michigan?” Jesse said. Even though they were far away, he could hear everything they were saying, which scared the crap out of him. 
“No! You can’t keep doing that!” 
“Why not? Michigan is nice!” 
“I don’t think I’d like Michigan!” Rory shouted at them. The two dropped the facade and walked back to him. 
“Listen, you can’t tell anyone you’re a vampire, okay?” Jesse said in a patronizing tone, like he was talking to a 2nd grader. 
“I’m a vampire?! Cool!” Rory shouted. 
“I don’t think we can keep this one! He seems too stupid!” He yelled at Gord after shushing Rory to be quiet. 
“Fine, whatever you say,” Gord conceded. With unnatural speed, Gord ran behind the two and pulled a large wooden stake out from inside a large bush. Rory was thrown to face him in the blink of an eye, and saw Gord speeding towards him. 
Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. He was freeing himself from Jesse’s grip for the first time in the night and dropped to the floor, gasping for air on his hands and knees. Gord and Jesse looked at each other as Rory sat down and stared up at the two, terrified at what they were gonna do next. 
Rory was being thrown out of a black car onto the ground in a back alley before he knew it.
“You missed the ritual because you weren’t supposed to survive, so make sure you drink blood within the next 24 hours, or else you’ll die. Do you want to die?” Jesse asked him. Rory shook his head aggressively. 
“We’ll let you know when we need you,” He finished, slamming the car door. The car peeled off before Rory could say anything. 
Rory sat on the wet pavement and shivered from the fall breeze, trying not to cry. After composing himself, Rory made it his new goal to find Erica and make sure she was safe, maybe after getting some new clothes to wear, since his current ones were covered in his own blood and now mud. He peeked his head around the corner, and looked around, worried that someone might try and harm him. He then remembered when Gord tried to - what he assumes was - kill him just a few hours ago, he was able to escape just fine. So maybe he was invincible now! Just like Superman! He ran down the street, realizing that the wind hit his face much harder, and that he made it to the end of the block in only a few seconds instead of minutes. He jumped for joy, elated to know that he was now a superhero, the same way his favorite characters were in the comic books. But that excitement stalled when he stopped jumping and felt a pain in his body. He was hungry. 
Rory strolled along the sidewalk, being overly cautious to not seem like a very strong and very cool vampire, which caused him to hike his knees up to his chest every time he lifted up his leg to walk, and clenched his hands into fists and kept his elbows up. He came across a scary looking store that he would normally never enter, but since it was the only place open he went in anyway. There was loud music playing that hurt his ears, and everything was dimly lit. He was all of a sudden being harassed by a man from behind the counter. Rory could feel himself tense up, not only because the guy was cursing at him to provide some identification before going further into the store, but because there was now a smell in the air that he had never smelt before that was absolutely wonderful, and he needed to have more of it. He only stalked up closer to him; he felt like he was no longer in control of his body. Before he knew it, he was behind the counter and the man's flesh was under his teeth, and he couldn’t stop drinking his blood. 
This is what caused Rory to actually start crying. The mixture of the body beneath him and his favorite jacket being even more bloody than it was before all swept over him as he truly realized what he had become. But the taste made it all feel worth it. He would do it all over again if that meant he could get more. That thought is what stopped the tear from flowing down his face, and what caused him to stand up and walk away like nothing had happened. Rory then found himself clothes shopping in the adult store, grabbing very gaudy and absolutely fantastic looking clothes that were definitely not his size, but were perfect for his brand new life. He was quick to get home, which was a new perk he was really enjoying, and skipped up to his room without being detected by his mother. Vivian was such a heavy sleeper that he was able to shower and change without her waking up to notice. 
He didn’t even have to think about laying or sitting down the entire night, he was filled with so much energy. Excitement, wonder, and just a little bit of sorrow (that he tried his best not to think about) all ran through him as he bounced around his room until the sun started to rise. The light peaking through his window stung his skin a bit, so he grabbed the sunscreen and lathered it thick onto his skin before heading out the door for school. What surprised him the most, besides how quickly he made it to school or how he could lift an entire park bench if he wanted to, was that he didn’t see Erica anywhere all day. It wasn’t until after school that he saw his friends Ethan and Benny, who were shocked and anxious about him being a vampire now, but Rory tried to not let them harsh his vibe. But after that conversation, a lot of the memories from the night before started to rush back to him, especially after he came to find out what Jesse meant by “we’ll let you know when we need you.” Rory was gonna do his best to have fun and do whatever his new vampire friends asked him to, even if they weren’t all that nice to him. He was just excited to be alive, and to get more blood sometime soon, because he was starting to get hungry again. 
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I apologize if this isn't the best, I wrote it sort of last minute and didn't have time to go back and edit it. I still think it's cool, so let me know what you think about it! Thanks for reading!
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gaykey · 11 months
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shinee embodies so much queer chaos and i love them for it
they really do, and that's one of the many reasons i love them. i also, love how shinee's rep in the kpop community has also become synonymous with just like being gay, and gay culture.
genuinely, it makes me so happy.
it's the legacy they deserve.
happy pride to shinee
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