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brn-t · 5 months ago

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Thermotropism

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I don’t think I should have taken this plant home…

Like, when I saw it baking in the sun in that alley outside my building, it’d looked like it had a lot of potential! It was all shriveled but the leaves branched out from a thick basal stem like a monstera almost and there were these bright red blotches on its roots that looked super cool!

When I brought it in (heavy!!) I could tell just by looking how root bound it was, so I popped it out of it’s cheap decorative planter (poor thing was probably never repotted) and yup, there were more roots than dirt.

I had no idea what the hell it was. Inatural had no frickin clue. It looked like a tropical plant with it’s broad green leaves and knobbly aerial roots, but the ground roots were so thick they looked like tubers!!

I have to admit I was fascinated, but I should have gotten rid of it then…

It spent uh, a couple weeks underneath my shitty little plant light, the one in my room. I was quarantining it in there until I knew it didn’t have any critters on it, but it seemed happy with its repotting and daily soakings for the most part.

The thing really liked water

Like, I started off watering it once a week, and it did perk up, but it didn’t really change much until I started dousing it every morning before work.

And man when it started goin off, it really went off.

It seemed like every time I came home it had sent out a new aerial root or new leaf! The thing was voluptuous as hell! When it got too big for my pathetic little plant light I moved it to the window sill next to my bed.

It was kinda nice! Like a natural blind or something once it got its runners going up the screen.

I didn’t mind, it was always hot as hell in my little apartment and my landlord couldn’t be arsed to install an AC. I just had to be careful not to accidentally crawl over the little shoots it was sending out all over when I got into bed.

I guess where I fucked up is when I found out about.. its uh.. nutrient preferences

I swear it was a complete accident the first time!!

I had just gotten home from another 10 hr day and I was tired and smelly and needed to jerk off pronto. I hosed myself down and threw myself into bed, still steaming from trying to scrub off the smell of fried food from my skin, and cracked open my laptop.

Now, fun fact, there's this thing that plants do where they move towards things. Most of the time its towards light, but they can also be attracted to heat! It’s called thermotropism. So I dunno if it was the heat from my ancient laptop or the steam off my skin, but just as I'm about to nut I feel something brush against the head of my dick.

It took me so much by surprise that I came right there, frickin coating a leaf in my jizz. The thing had turned completely around from facing the window above my bed to nearly touching me with its broad soft leaf.

Even for a tropical plant that’s shockingly mobile.

So I cleaned it off as best I could but I guess some of my spunk got absorbed into the soil, I dunno, I passed out shortly after that. I didn’t wake up until nearly nine o clock the next morning because the room was still completely dark thanks to the density of the wall of leaves covering my window. The plant had frickin doubled in size and the terracotta pot I had repotted it in had some fresh cracks in it where the aerial roots were exploding out through.

I didn’t have time to freak out about it since I was once again late to work, but I gotta admit, I was digging the jumanjI vibes it brought to my otherwise very dull room

So.. I may have started jerking off into it every night?

What! It’s like, natural fertilizer, or whatever!! And the plant seemed to like it?

I even got it to flower!! It started putting out these crazy flower stalks that closed up during the day but unfurled at night giving off this crazy floral fragrant scent.

It made me remember being a kid and running around in the woods behind my stepdads rental cabin, so I let it keep spreading.

I realize now, this was not the smartest idea, but fuck it, my landlord all but explicitly told me I wasn’t getting the deposit back unless I sued him for it so when it started putting its roots into the drywall, I let it.

It was nice honestly, coming home after seeing nothing but concrete grey for hours and then throwing myself into my little tropical nest. And the smell of the flowers really set the mood when I was jerkin it.

Embarrassingly I think my mind started associating the smell with orgasm because I swear I walked past a florist shop the other day and had to walk bowlegged to the 7D train.

The trouble really started when it started sending its roots in my direction .

Now, I ain’t proud of it, but I more often than not just sleep on a bare mattress. Its got one of those memory foam layers on top and I just couldn’t be bothered to put a fitted sheet on it half the time.

So when I started feeling a bump underneath me as I lay in bed, I just thought it was like, a sock or something that had gotten shoved underneath there, nbd, until that night…

I was feeling particularly pent up and kept grinding my ass against that spot on the mattress. I don’t know why I did it, I just wanted more friction and the blooms on the ceiling above me were gettin me wound up with their heavy fragrance. Anyway, it feels like there's a soft tear below me and suddenly something hard and Wide and cold is pressing right against my gooch.

I kinda jump (because it’s cold!!) and look down to find that the frickin plant has grown into the mattress !!

And it was a fat root too, no idea how I didn’t notice it more earlier.

It was kindof freaky to be honest how fast it had grown, the thing really must have liked my semen, but at that point with how humid the room was and how dizzy the flowers were making me feel… I went with it.

I ground my ass into it and when the thick ridge popped in past my ring I swear I came harder than I ever have in my life dude

I felt like I blacked out a little at the end there because the next thing I knew, it was morning and I'm absolutely painted in my own cum. I guess at this point I should have realized what was going on but I think the pollen those flowers were putting out were scrambling my brains a little. When I woke up, there was a network of thin bright red roots crisscrossing my body, sending out these feathery little things, absorbing the frankly ludicrous amounts of cum I had shot out last night. They pulled at my skin a little as I tore them off but part of me was still a little horny. So I cleared them away and and pulled out my phone.

Fuck it, right? It was my day off and I had no responsibilities that day anyway.

I just rolled over and started going to town on my morning wood.

My ass twitched around something and that's when I noticed...

The fuckin root was still in my ass from last night!!!

I'm trying to use one hand to milk my dick while the other one shoots down in between my legs and sure enough, that fuckin root had buried itself who knows how deep! I tried in vain to pull the thing out, but it was rooted in the mattress after all and didn’t budge. So, humiliatingly, I had to pull myself off of it.

I have to admit, I came a little just from feeling how much of it was inside of me, there was a good 7 inches of thick knobby root dragged out of me, grinding against my prostate as I pulled myself off of it.

I just lay there breathless, staring at the root, sticking straight up out out of my mattress now that it was no longer buried in my ass. My inner walls twitched and contracted, trying to close around the space it had carved out in me.

I guess I still had some sense then because I did actually prune the plant after that

I pulled the root out of my ruined mattress and trimmed all the stalks and roots near my bed. I started jerking off in the bathroom and yea the leaves wilted a bit but that was too much for me, you know?

Well, I don’t know if plants can get pissed but I must have pissed this one off because it responded to me suddenly not “fertilizing” it by sending out these little sticky climbers that got everywhere.

I woke up one morning to the fuckers wrapped around my tiny nipples. I went to sit up and yelped because they got yanked by the fuckin things, pulling my chest to the side. I tried to pull it off as delicately as I could, but the thin stems snapped in half, bleeding a reddish sort of liquid all over my chest!

It sort of burned but I just yelled at the plant, wiped it off and got dressed for work.

Now, I don’t know if I was allergic or something, but for the rest of that day my nipples stayed hard and puffy, poking out visibly from underneath my thin uniform shirt and earning more than a few snickers from the girls up front.

Good thing I had a vacation week coming up.

It had been asked for months in advance, and was the first one I’d had in a decade. I was supposed to drive out to the lake across the state to hang with a buddy of mine at his parents bougie lake house. Well, that night was the night before I was due to head out, and I went to bed in my travel clothes so I could just pop out of bed in the morning. Not wanting to ruin my clothes, I watered the Plant like usual and saved the jerking for when I got to my buddies place.

I was just on the edge of unconsciousness when I felt something moving up my shirt sleeve. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming it or not so I just laid there, feeling the thing slowly snake its way up to my chest, resting on the sensitive swollen bud there

I only really tried to react when I felt a second tendril branch out from the first and start oozing that same irritating sap over my OTHER nipple!

Groggily I straightened up, falling for the same headphones on the doorknob trap as last time, but this time it felt a lot better.

My nips hadn't really gone down since that last time so when they got yanked I thought a yelp of pain was what was gonna come out of my mouth, so imagine my surprise when a full bodied moan slipped out instead.

I immediately got super red in the face and yanked off my shirt.

This, unfortunately, snapped the thin tendrils stem, causing it to bleed more of its spicy sap all along my side and chest as I shucked off my shirt.

It left an angry red trail of raised sensitive skin, swelling my nipples far beyond what was normal, and they stuck out of my chest like two puffy toilet plungers out from my swelling pecs.

I tried to pull the tendrils off of them but they were too tight and my nipples were too big now.

I looked up from groping my chest to see how many of the plant’s flowers had opened up above me, showering me in who knows what.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was openmouth panting, inhaling the perfume and palming my shorts which had at some point started to fill out. I ripped my shorts off too, and only after a few strokes realized how deeply I had just fucked up

If you guessed “that idiot just smeared a sap he’s clearly allergic to all over the most sensitive part of his body” you would be correct...

I was howling in pain as it started to burn, but after a minute or two I was thrusting into the air and moaning like a whore, the fire had turned into an electric storm of pleasure.

My dick was swelling way past normal hardness and I could only continue to try and fuck the hell out of my hand.

It was entirely too humid in that room, everything felt wet and sticky, so when I came finally, I barely even felt it on me

I screamed so loud the neighbors probably thought I was dying I probably did die a little... I think I shot into my own mouth at one point?? I collapsed immediately after, and when I woke in the morning, the whole plant looked shiny and glossy, like it was gloating over the fact it’d gotten me to come for it yet again.

I know it was just a plant but I got mad

I jumped out of bed, completely ignoring the tendrils still wrapped around my nips, put a thick jacket over my shirt and left the room with my suitcase while flipping it the bird.

I felt bad that I would be gone for a week but I’d set it up with a slow release watering pitcher, so I figured it’d be fine without me.

What I didn’t plan on was how I would do without it.

What should have been a great vacation turned into the worst case of blueballs seen this side of the Mississippi.

Not only did my nipples constantly pulse and throb against the tendrils, but I found out later when I went to go use the bathroom that one had slipped around the base of my dick as well, which had also refused to recede back to its normal size. The woody chord was a bit thicker and it wrapped around the base and balls, completely blocking any and all attempts to even get hard.

So instead of focusing on the boat ride or my friends stupid alcohol choices, I was stuck in a constant struggle of being aroused by my throbbing nipples and being unable to address it at all. I was actually filled with relief when the final day came and I was saying goodbye to my hosts.

I flew home after that in my tiny little beater car, shifting uncomfortably at my seatbelt rubbing directly against my chest. I practically kicked the door in, shedding all my clothes in a line to my bedroom and threw myself into bed.

I yelped when I landed on several thick somethings beneath my body creak under my weight, poking me through the thin layer of foam.

The Plant was the worst I’d seen it since I brought it home, with several dead leaves deposited on the bed and an explosion of fuzzy white runners running the length of that bedroom wall.

The roots jabbed into me like it had planned this.

“Ow!” I’d said, “ I'm sorry ok? I just needed a break!”

As a response, I watched a giant cream white flower slowly expand and burst open, sending a shower of shimmery yellow pollen floating down directly over my face.

Things uh, got a little out of hand after that…

The tendrils had finally loosened enough around my dick to where I could pull them off but that just led to all my pent up semen literally dumping into my balls as soon as the tie was removed. I moaned as I could physically feel them growing heavier as a weeks worth of pent up jizz dropped into my balls. They felt like leaden weights.

It was almost painful how quickly I got hard, and it didn’t take more than a stroke or two before I was yelling and releasing said load all over myself and the plant.

You could visibly see it perk up, opening up more buds, showering me with pollen and dusting the bed. The two substances got mixed by my frantic motions and soon I was lightly cheeto dusted with the stuff,

My skin was on fire but it also.. uh, felt really good somehow... So once the high of the first orgasm died down, it wasn't long before I was rarin to go for a second round.

I palmed my recovering erection and was just about fully hard when I felt it.

Again, at my ass!! Was one of the plant’s thick basal roots!! Except this one looked a little weird..

First off it was tremendously thick, about the width of my wrist, and secondly it was covered in all these little backwards facing ridges, like a drywall sink

Man, I don’t know what wires go crossed but between the way my ass was twitching and the pollen I was huffing, I put my ass right against that thing

It must have reacted to my bodyheat because it felt like as I was pressing down on it, the thing was pushing into me as well.

It was intense, there was no give to its turgid walls, so I had to stretch myself out around it to get it past my ring.

Once it was properly seated inside me I started going to town on my dick, which at this point was leaking like my kitchen sink maintenance had refused to address for weeks.

I swear I could feel the root get deeper and deeper inside me as I jerked and spasmed around it I was panting and moaning like a bitch, I can’t believe how horny I was

at some point I felt something at my mouth and wouldn’t you know it, an equally thick tuber had been drawn to my hot breath and was poking at the corner of my lips

I was way past the point of rational thoughts at that point, I just leaned forward and let it creep into my mouth.

The further it got the hotter I felt. My tongue swiped across the underside and that’s when I tasted something sweet

Was this root leaking sap??

Turns out the itchy nectar tasted amazing so I ended up suckling it as I frantically jerked my dick. The root inside my ass had reached my prostate at that point and thats when things got really hazy for me.

I remember exploding all over myself, I would have been screaming if not for the thick root tunneling its way down my throat

I was jerking and spasming to the best of my ability but the roots were getting a little out of control, they were budding from the base of the main roots and expanding all over my body, and every couple of inches they would plant a sticky little node like a command strip onto my skin and keep going, until I could barely move.

The only part that hadn’t been covered was my right arm, which was moving too fast jerking myself off for the tendrils to colonize.

The root in my mouth seemed to expand further, and suddenly I realized that I could still breath despite it feeling like it had reached my guts almost.

My tongue felt a small hole on the underside and sure enough, I could breath just fine.

Good thing too because that’s when I noticed the two thinner roots making their way up my nose, expanding into my nostrils and plugging them completely.

The root in my ass must have had the same idea...

At this point I was slowly starting to realize, like, “oh shit, I really can’t move” and started trying to pull things off of me to escape bu t I honestly couldn’t budge. My left arm was completely rooted to the mattress and my right arm couldn’t be lifted above my waist, just enough to reach my dick but not enough to reach my face.

Leaves were starting to branch out from the tendrils, and with them came more flowers.

They were visibly crawling all over me now, moving fast enough for me to track with my eyes, and I watched in horror as several thin tendrils spiraled up my cock.

I wish I could have broken away but I was quite literally rooted to the spot watching these tendrils poke at my leaking pisshole and worm their way inside.

I screamed and cried but the progress was unceasing, it steadily tunneled into my dick until it hit the base and pinched my prostate against the root in my ass, which at this point must have reached high up into my guts.

I screamed against the root as I came, but no semen escaped my completely plugged dick.

I could feel it making its way inside my through my internal passages, rooting itself straight into my balls,

At that point I really did pass out, whether from lack of oxygen or overstimulation I couldn’t tell.

Well, I'm awake now and I am utterly fucked, the roots have expanded into nearly every available orifice, even trying to fill out my belly button and uh.. they might have broken through the skin...

I can see ridges beneath my skin.. little hard lines were they’ve penetrated me.

I'm being constantly milked and I can’t even move as they constantly grind against the inside of my cock

I'm not even thirsty or anything, the liquid being drip-fed down my throat fills me up and I'm just kept in a constant state of bliss.

I dunno what to do bro, I have my phone but even texting is getting hard with one hand and roots slowly crawling down my fingers…

you’re the only one close enough to me, theres a key underneath the mat..

you gotta help me man before it's too la

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months ago

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰?

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today is another day of smooth sailing. all classes have gone smoothly, great feedback from your teacher and completely undisturbed. friends take too much time. you're routinely tucking the chairs under the large table, humming as you enjoy the silence, admiring the warm glow cast on the brown table. a sudden creak of the door makes you look up in surprise, expecting to see a council member, but being thoroughly surprised when you see a group of boys enter.

"i don't know what event is going on but i can help you find it." you offer, stopping your cleaning.

"don't worry princess we're here for you." kuroo chuckles, and the whole lot let themselves in. oikawa, bokuto,kuroo, daichi, ushijima, daichi, terushima and kita. that sentences strikes something in you, but you're not quite sure what.

"listen guys, I'm not sure what you're here for but i-"

they pay no mind to you as they get comfortable on the other side of the room, one of them setting up the computer, the other setting the projector.

irritation starts to surge through you again, feeling disrespected that these boys just barged into your space, took over your equipment and shushed you.

"why are you even in here, what question would you guys possibly have had to ask me that would need a whole room to discuss it in and my projector?" you ask but receive no response. instead, bokuto closes the blinds and oikawa prompts a chair in your direction for you to sit on.

oh.

due to the room being dimmed, the projector, which you didn't know was on, reveals a video about to be played. it is quite hard for you to make out exactly what the video is all about because of the dim screen.

a voice. someone speaks up, "spring break, march the 24th, ring any bells so far?" kuroo asks, stepping forward.

march the 24th? anything could have happened on that day how am I supposed to remember-

"saturday night" oikawa adds on. you look down trying to remember, trying to think. you spent most of your spring break at home so what was so special about saturday night?

at that particular thought, it hits you. you immediately feel all life, blood and confidence flush out of your face as a wave of uncertain coolness tickles through your bones. they couldn't know. Hhow would they anyway?

"i don't know what you mean i was probably studying-" you say trying to play it off only to get interrupted by daichi.

"should we rejog your memory sweetheart? the house a couple blocks down was hosting a party. "

"and? i don't even go to parties."

"you don't but you did that one time, getting so drunk."

shit.

maybe if i deny, deny deny they'll leave me alone.

"i don't even know what you're talking about. you're lying and you have no proof of anything. this is stupid i'm going." you say, feeling a couple of millilitres of confidence restored within your blood.

as you stand up to leave Ushijima finally plays the video. The one you're dreading to see.

"is this thing even on? ugh, whatever." It's you, your naked body appears on screen as you back away from the camera, drunk giggles leaving your lips as you stumble towards the other intoxicated guy on the bed.

you climb on top of the naked male with reddened eyes. the both of you begin kissing and not soon after your start rocking your hips back and forth as he guides you by placing his hands on your ass. "oh fuck." your moan comes out slow and slurred as you slightly tilt your head back. your hand reaches for the roll of weed on the window sill. after a long inhale, you tilt your head up and breathe it out through your nose and mouth.

"that was fuckin hot," the male says, his fingers rubbing your now-hardened nipples.

completely taken back you draw your attention away from the video and to the boys in the room with you. the energy of their smirks radiated off every single one of them. " H-How did you?"

"we have our ways, "oikawa says, showing you his phone screen. "all we had to do was start from there and dig our research deeper." you're feeling sick, your stomach drops deeper and deeper.

i don't understand. why?

"i'm sure you know who we are by now y/n, and i'm sure a smart girl like you can figure out that we always get what we want." oikawa adds.

"what are you gonna do blackmail me?" you scoff, crossing you arms, desperate to gain any form of power back.

"precisely."

"good luck with that."

ushijima steps forward from the dark, "we don't need luck, we have our resources to get you to do exactly what we want from you."

"and what exactly do you want."

"to have a little fun." bokuto chirps in, a seemingly innocent smile.

"fun?"

"fun! it's all just fun and games after all."

"is this some sort of joke? God." you feel hot, you feel butterflies, you feel nauseous. you want to cry, you don't know why they're doing this. it all feels like some cruel joke.

"if this was a little prank would we have gone this far?" as if he can read your mind terushima answers your dying questions. "we're serious y/n, and you'll do as we say or else the real principal can know what a filthy slut you are and you can say goodbye to your dream school."

"you don't get to call me a fucking slut you bastard."

"feisty now are we?" kuroo chuckles, a sick, sadistic smile twisted on his face, reeling in pleasure from your downfall.

daichi steps in, aiming to calm your agitation down, "play nice and no one needs to get hurt. what do you say?"

to no avail, your quick temperament controls your tongue, "i say to hell with you guys. fuck you guys honestly."

"i didn't know you were so eager to throw your perfect records and perfect life behind. All those grades, clubs, sports all for what y/n?" terushima jeers. it hits you like it never has. failure to adhere could lead to all of it being gone, in an instant. permanent life alteration, and permanent loss of self-esteem. permanent exiled from your own mother.

you voice, meek and feeble, speaks up, "what do you want me to do? how long does this last?"

"we want you to have sex with us for till graduation."

"you want to exploit me and besides that's so far away."

"no can do."

"can't you take it back or-"

"rules are rules."

"now, we're giving you a choice, to accept or to not accept is up to you. the consequences you face based off either action is all dependent on you." the options lay in your palms, ready to be picked but it's clear which option you've been given the 'autonomy' to choose.

a single tear finally managed to escape past your walls, rolling down your cheek as you let out a signal sob. your hand rushes to cover your mouth, utterly embarrassed of being forced so low. you hair droops in front of your face, shielding it from the shame as you hiccup another pitiful sob or two. it is almost heartbreaking, but they don't care enough to give up their fun. with a forced, shuddery sigh you respond

"i'll do it."

you're their property.

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r-f-m-writes · 7 months ago

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Pretty, Dead Animals Chapter Two

The backs of Linette’s thighs stuck flush to the linoleum floor of her apartment as she twisted left and right, razor in hand, carefully shaving away a week worth of hair on her legs and arms.

Her aircon was still broken, its absence magnifying the stifling heat that rose slow and smothering through the space. No amount of persistent hinting would compel Mrs. Weller to have it mended.

Linette knew it was negligence on her landlord’s part, that she would be within her rights to lodge a formal complaint, make threats of breaking lease - but she wouldn’t.

Linette didn’t like making a nuisance of herself. She knew full well that she couldn’t afford rent anywhere else in town, and she didn’t have anyone to stay with if Mrs. Weller gave her the boot for being a pest over broken appliances.

Working up a lather on her skin with cheap moisturizing body wash, the girl sighed through her nose.

The weekend was running long, the sun seeming to drag its feet as it crawled slow and cumbersome through the bright blue, cloudless sky.

Rinsing her razor off in the bowl of soapy water, Linette started on the backs of her knees while she glanced around the apartment, thinking of what else there was to do.

The floors were spotless from her sweeping and mopping them yesterday. The kitchenette was tidy as could be. All her clothes were washed, folded and put away - not as much of a feat as it seemed when Lin liked to keep her wardrobe small. The only thing she hadn’t done was make her bed.

Passing a wet washcloth over her legs, Linette wrung it out over the second, smaller bowl of dirty water before hanging it on the handle of the stove, knowing it would dry out in minutes flat thanks to the heat.

Pumping the last of her unscented moisturizer into her palm, Linette layered the soothing balm over her legs quickly before she stood.

A slow, hot wind pushed through her apartment window, making cream checkered curtains billow inward and fluster around Linette as she stepped forward, feeling the soft touch of the heady breeze dust over her skin, cooling and warming all at the same time.

Outside stretched miles and miles and miles of red sand. Shrubs scattered over the scorched earth like round green dice thrown by the hand of a giant. Far away, almost further than Lin could see, there were trees. Tall, swaying, hardy. No lakes stretched far enough inland to supply the flora with water, so their salvation came as rain.

She could feel the promise of a downpour in the air. It sat heavy on the roof of her mouth, soothing and clean on the wind. There would be a cool change before the world was bathed. Linette would leave her windows open, let the glory of the storm roll through her apartment until the air held a pleasant snap of its chill and all her pillows smelled of rain.

Pushing away from where she had been leaned against the painted sill, she folded back the dressing screen that stood like a makeshift wall between her bed and the rest of the apartment, careful not to scratch the floor as she moved the wooden legs. Linette was getting her security deposit back if it was the last thing she did.

A disarray of pillows and sheets kicked around on top of her mattress greeted her with the screen pushed back.

Bun Bun lay on the ground looking up at her soulfully with his scratched glass eyes.

Linette’s stomach dropped. She swept him into her arms in a second, hugging him against her in apology as her throat went tight.

“I’m sorry - I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you fell.”

It was stupid. Embarrassin. Her attachment to the stuffed toy as an adult, as someone who should have grown up and then grown out of ‘childish’ things, but she couldn’t help it.

Bun Bun was all she had that was really hers as a child. Hers to keep. Hers to love. Hers to depend on as she was pedaled from one group home to the next, passed on like a burden no one wanted.

He wasn’t even given to her by her real parents. Some of the other kids had things like that. Baby blankets. Quilts made for them by mothers who were too young or too deststue to shoulder the responsibility. Little, hopeless gifts given in lue of real love, real apologies, real accountability.

Linette was abandoned with nothing.

Bun Bun was given to her by Mrs. Lee, the nicest foster mother she ever loved and lost. Her house had been big and clean and safe. There was always food in the fridge, and Lin was always allowed to eat when she was hungry. Mrs. Lee gave her hugs and didn’t punish her for anything, ever.

Linette didn’t realize she was crying until her tears began to wet the top of Bun Bun’s head, his floppy brown ears draped over her wrists as she held him up to her face, chest constricted and empty and horrible.

Wind picked up at her back. Curtains whipped, clicking on their rod.

The smell of rain rolled over her with a familiarity that was as soothing and unconditional as one of Mrs. Lee’s hugs.

#original female character #original novel #original male character #ao3 original work #original character #original art #original post #original poem #original writing #prettydeadanimals #pda

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Mr. Haitch what's the weirdest thing you've ever witnessed.

Apart from every day on Tumblr?

I'll list a couple of things.

1. When I worked in cinemas, one of my usual jobs was to man the floor. This meant checking the screens, general patrols, customer complaints, and any and all cleaning required. I had finished cleaning a screen and was returning equipment to a storage area next door and there was a shirtless guy stood there, washing himself in the sink. Not a staff member, just a guy. He had a plastic bag full of shampoo samples open on the window sill. He turned and looked at me, partway through soaping himself and gave me a flat, empty look.

I told him to get out, he mercifully stopped soaping himself, and I gave him a sec to rinse off.

2. A man introduced himself to me and Haitch at a train station as "the hardest man in Norwich", and proceeded to tell us all about the fights he'd had, times he'd jumped out of a woman's window when their husband came home, etc. partway through the conversation Haitch and I switched seats so he'd leave her alone. After a few minutes he slunk off, only to reappear near the flower stall (the woman working it told him to fuck off), and then he re-emerged with a luggage trolly.

I watched him psych himself up for a full minute, before I gripped the bars and charged the gate. A security guard watched him approach, rolled his eyes, and stepped in his path.

'Knock it off,' he said.

The Hardest Man in Norwich came to a dead stop, turned, and walked away.

(I'm sure there's more, especially from my cinema career but they've all blurred into a haze of fights I've broken up, heroin needles fished out of toilets, sex toys disposed of- it's hard to pick even a handful)

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opposums-love-arson · 1 year ago

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Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 8

Chapter 7 / Epilogue

Hey y'all! I'm sorry I took a long unprompted hiatus from the story, I need to catch up on course work and didn't focus on updating. Again, I'm so sorry but I'm back now! This is the second to last update, though I'm thinking of turning this into an anthology series with different slashers. Let me know if that sounds fun to y'all!

P.S. let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

I heard shouting and yelling upstairs, getting worried I ran up hoping that Billy and Sid weren’t fighting. When I got there I flung the door open, “Sid! Sid everything ok-” I paused as I saw what was layed out before me… literally. Both Sid and Billy’s lifeless bodies toppled over on the large mattress. “Oh my god…” I said as I held the door open, only then did I notice the person dressed in all black holding a bloodied hunting knife. That was when he noticed me as well. “Oh shit, this is not happening!” I shouted as I ran out of the room. Locking the door I ran down the balcony hallway and into another room then out into the other end of the hallway. I was going to go down the stairs but the killer was already there. Panicking, I turned to go back the way I came. On instinct I slammed the door right in the killer’s face. He fell down in pain as I made my way to yet another room. There wasn’t another way out in this one… so much for quick thinking.

With the killer banging on the door I realized the only way out was through one of the windows. Unfortunately they were both shut. It was no use calling for help, no one would hear me. Or maybe there’s another window? To my luck there was, I crawled out and finally shouted, “Help!” before the killer came in and pried my hand off of the window sill. This is it, this is where I die, isn’t it? Nope, save by a tarp! Jumping down I’m ready to run when I see it, another person close to me has met their untimely demise… “Tatum?” I asked, as if she could answer, hot tears were running down my face before I could even understand. I ran away as fast as I could, not even checking to see if the Ghostface was following me.

“Help! Please help!” I shouted out as I ran through Stu’s yard and up to the fence. Breaking down a few of the flimsy wood planks I ran up to the news van. “C’mon please let me in!” I screamed out, jolting Gale’s camera guy to life. “He’s gonna kill me, he killed Tatum!” I wailed as I leaped into the van. The camera guy pointed to a screen showing Randy and the killer creeping behind him. He hopped out of the Van but both of us noticed the open front door. That’s when the camera guy was stabbed by the Ghostface. I closed the door, the masked murderer cutting my arm in the process. If dealing with mental suffering wasn’t enough then physical suffering will be. I crawled out a small hole in the back of the van.

I don’t even look behind me, I just start running and leaping over another fence back into the yard. Oh god where is everyone can’t there just be someone here? I continue running, Shit the road, there has to be someone coming down the street? I see the news van driving so I hop in the way and try to wave it down. “Stop! Stop!” I shouted. Things go exactly the way I didn’t want them to go and the van swerves off the street and down a hill. Thinking nothing can be done about that, I run to the house again in search of Tatum’s brother. “Dewey! I need help, Dewey!” I called out but only got echos in response. The front door opens and out walks Dewey.

“Oh god, Dewey!” I called out in relief.

“(y/n)?” He asked, he was about to walk down to me until he toppled over on the stairs thanks to a knife in his back.

“Dewey! Oh no! No no no!” I shouted as my hand covered my mouth, both most likely smeared in blood now.

That’s when Ghostface popped out from the doorframe, yanking the knife out of Dewey’s back and cleaning it off. I ran away horrified by everything that just took place and beeline for the patrol car. Seeing the killer go for the passenger door I hurriedly push down on the lock button. He quickly went for my side but I rolled the window up and pushed down the button just in time. I go to turn the key only to notice they’re not there. “Shit shit shit shit!” I cried down slamming my hands on the wheel. The killer knocks on the window to get my attention then dangles the keys right in my face. Before I have time to react he ducks below my view. Frantically I look around to see where he went. The passenger door unlocks so I hop over to lock it. The car radio starts sounding off so I grab the walkie-talkie-thingy and speak into it giving the address of where I am and that I need help. As I was talking the killer comes up from behind and strangles me! Yeah as if I’m going to let some sick fuck kill me in a car! I punch him where I think his cheek was and he lets go of me. I take the chance to make a run out of the car and to the porch.

“(y/n)!” Someone called out my name.

Crouching down as I go to get the gun of what I thought to be Dewey’s corpse I look up to see who it is.

“(y/n), we gotta get the fuck out of here!” Randy shouted as he limped over to me.

“Stop right there Randy,” I said trying to sound as calm as I could while pointing the gun at him.

While hopping on his leg Randy said, “Don’t shoot it’s me! I found Tatum, she’s dead! I think Stu di-”

Stu came running up to the house saying, “Don’t listen to him, (y/n)!” he shouted, cutting Randy off.

“Both of you. Just. Stay. Back,” I said sternly as they rambled words to everyone in a mile radius.

Stu threw Randy down as they both hurriedly walked towards me.

Stu cried, “(y/n), give me that gun, please just give me the gun!” As he kept looking back.

I couldn’t trust either of them if I was being realistic but given the past few days… Stu might be the better option. The two boys were now having a pointing match as they kept looking at me and shouting.

“Fuck you both!” I shouted and ran inside ignoring their protests as I locked the door. “Go away, please just go! Find help!”

A grunt was heard from the stairs, whipping around. I saw Billy.

“Billy…” I said, shocked and relieved at the same time.

“(y/n),” he said as he fell down the stairs in his weak state.

“No! Billy!” I said as I rushed to his side.

Cradling him in my arms I said, “I thought you were dead, does that mean Sid is-”

“No, the knife just… ” Billy said as he held my face, looking away from me.

“C’mon let’s get you up,” I said with a small smile, “Carefully.”

“We gotta get help,” Billy said with a few grunts as he made it to the door.

“No, Billy, he’s out there. The killer is out there!” I raised my voice blocking the door.

“No, give me the gun. It’s okay,” He said as he took the gun out of my hands.

Moving away from the door I said, “I trust you.”

Randy barges in saying, “Please help me!”

“Get in, get in!” Billy said as he ushered Randy in the house.

“Stu’s flipped out! He’s gone mad!”

“We all go a little mad sometimes,” Billy softly says with a smile as he points the gun at Randy.

“What the fuck Norman Ba- No Billy! What are you doing?” I ask, trying to get the gun away from him but his arm is longer than mine.

“Fuck,” Randy says before he’s shot in the chest falling back and taking the table with him.

Running to his side I can hear Billy say, “Anthony Perkins, Psycho.”

“It’s not even in the same context Billy what the fuck?” I shouted as I crouched down beside Randy.

“Mmm, corn syrup,” Billy said as he sucked his finger clean.

“Same stuff they used in Carrie, right?” I asked, my voice shaking as I backed up right into another person.

Turning around I realized it was Stu, “Stu, help please? It’s Billy!” I said through sobs.

Taking something out of his pocket he held it to his mouth and said, “Surprise, (y/n)!”

I know that voice… it’s both of them…

Looking between the two I said, “Shit,” and shoved Stu out of my way and into the kitchen.

I made it to the other side but not before Billy caught up to me pointing the gun in my face.

“Woah now,” He said before catching the voice distorter Stu tossed.

“What’s the matter (y/n)? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He spoke into it.

Walking to the kitchen counter, seeing that there's no place to go I ask them, “So why exactly are you doing this?”

“It’s all part of the game, (y/n).” Stu said as they walked closer to me.

“It’s called-” Billy raised the distorter to his mouth, “-GUESS HOW I’M GOING TO DIE!” as he raised the gun to me

Flinching back at his words I said, “God, fuck you both,” while trying not to cry.

“No no no, you had your chance at that game, you passed it up,” Billy said as he switched out the gun for the knife that Stu held up.

“It’s all fun and games, (y/n). See we ask a question and if you get it wrong- BUGAH!” Stu shouted thrusting the gun in my face, “Ya die.”

“And if you get it right…” Billy trailed off, his eyes trailing me up and down.

“Ya know you’re crazy right? The both of you,” I said as I leaned as far away as I could from them.

“We prefer the term psychotic,” Stu said with a grin as he came up behind Billy, perching his head on his shoulder.

Shaking my head and laughing a little I said, “You’re never getting away with this.”

“I don’t know, tell that to Cotton Weary… You wouldn’t believe how easy he was to frame,” Billy said, twirling the knife around my hair.

“Wait Sidney’s mom’s…” I trailed, it was all starting to make sense now.

“Watch a few movies, take a few notes, it was fun!” Stu said, his head still perched on Billy’s shoulder.

“That’s what you meant Stu?” I asked them, this time they were the ones a little confused.

“When Billy arrived, after he and Sid went upstairs you said Billy was using me…” I looked up my anger clear as day, “It wasn’t to get back together, it was to string her along, why?”

“Why… WHY? Hear that Stu, I think she wants a motive,” Billy said, looking back at Stu.

“Well I don’t really believe in motive, (y/n). Did Norman Bates have a motive?” Billy asked, looking back at me.

“Nope,” Stu said, pointing his index finger up.

“Did they ever decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don’t think so!” Billy said aggressively as he shoved his face in mine.

“You’re wrong,” I quietly said

“What was that?” Billy asked as he pointed the knife to my chest. Stu came running up, cupping his ear with his hand.

“I said you’re wrong.”

“Care to elaborate for the class?” Billy asked, more so commanded.

“Bates was motivated to kill Crane out of self induced fear from the past trauma of his now dead mother that never left. And similarly Hannibal ate people because of how strong the fears from his trauma were, killing and eating people were the only ways to silence it…” I said, getting more frightened with each word that came out of my mouth.

“Oh is that so?” Billy asked, looking at Stu who held the gun up.

“So tell me Billy, was it possibly because your father was hooking up with Sid's mom causing your mother to leave giving you a strong sense of abandonment that could only be silenced by killing the cause?” I asked, closing my eyes ready for my death.

I could tell Stu was shocked too, he didn’t even know… did he?

Billy backed away, pacing around. He pointed the knife up saying, “Ya know (y/n), you should really take up psychology, right Stu?”

“Right Billy,” Stu said with a laugh, earring him a glare from Billy.

“So what are you going to do to me?” I asked

Billy took my hand and twirled me into his arms. Placing one around my torso and the other behind my head, “Darling, I’m not gonna hurt you… I’m just gonna bash your brains in!”

“Jack Torrance, The Shining,” I said before biting my lip trying not to cry again. Force of habit?

“It’s just a little fun! Lighten up!” Stu shouted and laughed, still having the gun at eye level.

“Just pretend it’s all a scary movie, (y/n). How do you think it’s going to end?” Billy asked, moving his hand from the back of my head to my hair.

Before I could say anything Stu exclaimed, “Oh-oh this is the greatest part! You’re gonna love this! We got a surprise for ya, (y/n)! Yeah you’re gonna love this one! It’s a scream baby!” Before leaving the kitchen.

“You two really had me fooled, ya know?” I said, leaning my head to the side.

“What do you mean?” Billy asked, running the knife along my body.

“I mean I actually thought you two liked me...from the moment you confessed to when Stu kissed me at the party,” I said, laughing as a tear ran down my cheek.

“We do (y/n), we honestly do like you but this is necessary for the plot,” Billy said, stroking my hair.

“What plot Billy? This isn’t a scary movie… The credits aren’t going to roll after I’m dead, it won’t be a jump shot twenty years later when you two have happy little suburban families…” I said as I started crying harder.

“Oh what do we have behind door number three (y/n)?!” Stu exclaimed as he came back into the kitchen dragging someone in

“Neil!” I shouted trying to rush to him only to be yanked back by Billy.

“Woah hold it, that’s enough,” Billy says as he secures me to his chest.

Picking the distorter off the counter Stu said, “Guess we won’t be needing this anymore, huh?” before shoving it in Neil’s pocket.

“And oh look at this, ring ring? Won’t need this,” Stu said again, this time shoving a compact black cellphone into the pocket

“Got the ending figured out yet (y/n)?!” Billy shouted as he jostled my body around.

“C’mon (y/n), ya think about it! Your stepdaddy is the chief suspect! We cloned his cellular, the evidence is all there!” Stu shouted as he pointed at Neil then shoved him to the ground.

“Neil snapped, his wife’s murder anniversary made him snap, sending him on a murder spree killing everyone-'' Billy was cut off.

“Except for Billy and me, we were left for dead,” Stu said with a wild expression as he rotated his fingers between him and Billy.

“Then he kills you,” Billy started again, “Then he shoots himself in the head. Perfect ending.”

“I thought of that,” Stu said with a big smile as Billy tossed me to the side.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” I shouted, making the two boys pause.

“What?” They both said.

“Seriously Stu? You’re the one who wanted to kill me after you tried to get with me like a week ago, then kissed me four hours ago? And yet you’re the one that wanted me dead, now that, that there is just fucking perfect!” I shouted pacing around and running my hands through my hair and down my shoulders.

“Seriously? You’re getting upset about that right now?” Billy asked

“Yeah no shit I am! I’ve processed every other fucking thing in the world but this is the shit that still baffles me the most!” I shouted again, hot tears streaming down my face.

“Just get on with it already man!” Stu exclaimed, ignoring everything I just said.

As Billy was about to stab his friend ‘for the sake of the plot’, I said, “Back the fuck up Norman Bates,” Shoving Billy back and taking the knife before he could say anything.

“What are you-” Stu stopped and cried in pain as I stabbed him, staying to the side and not going too deep, “What the fuck, (y/n)?”

Judging by the way Billy was looking at him the entire time, I won’t be the one to kill him.

“How’s that for the fucking plot! Asshole!” I screamed in his face as I grabbed the collar of his shirt.

Grabbing Stu’s hand I shoved the knife handle into his palm and said, “I just wanted to help,” in a sneering tone.

I know what you’re thinking, stupid right? I know what I’m doing.

Billy being as delusional as he was right now ignored my behavior and told Stu to just carry on, so he did.

“Ah fuck! Jesus Christ!” Billy cried out as he slammed himself against the kitchen’s island, “Fuck, goddamit Stu!”

“I’m sorry Billy, I guess I got a little too zealous, huh?” Stu said as he looked right at me.

“Give me the knife,” Billy commanded.

“No,” Stu said, like a child that didn’t want to share his toy.

“Give me the knife! NOW!” Billy commanded louder, like the mother ready to punish their child.

“See (y/n), everybody dies but us. Everybody dies but us! We can carry on and plan the sequel! Let’s face it baby, these days- you gotta have a sequel!” Stu shouted, spitting up saliva like a rabid animal.

Flinching at the sound of Stu getting stabbed again I said, “You sick fucks, you’ve seen one too many movies. And that’s a lot coming from me.”

“Now (y/n), don’t blame the movies! Movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative!” Billy yells as he gashes Stu again.

“Billy you’re going to fucking kill him!” I shout, even though I should be relieved that it’s going to be one down one to go I just… I can’t

“Yeah stop it Billy, I can’t take anymore… I’m feeling woozy here!” Stu shouts out, leaning over.

“Alright, ya know what you get the gun and I’ll untie pops, okay?” Billy commands as he holds the knife to Stu’s chin, “NOW!”

Stu gives a hushed, “Alright” as he walks over Neil and to the desk where the gun should be.

“Um, uhm, Heuston we have a problem here,” Stu says as he turns around.

Now pointing the knife at me Billy asks, “What?”

“The gun, man! The gun I put it right there and it's not there,” Stu panics in a laugh.

Walking over to Stu Billy shouts, “Where the fuck is it?!”

“Right here asshole,” Said none other than Gale Weathers from the kitchen door frame, pointing the gun at Billy.

Never in my life have I ever thought I’d be happy to see her.

“I thought she was dead,” Billy said, looking over at Stu and gesturing to Gale with his knife.

“She looked dead, man,” Stu said in shock before changing to a funny tone and saying, “She still does.”

“I’ve got an ending for you, the reporter left for dead in the news van? Comes to,” She said as she wielded the gun with a shaky hand.

She kept going but I really wasn’t listening, I was more so worried about my life, Neil’s life, partially her life, and sadly even the boys’ lives.

Standing up straight I said, “I like that ending,” Getting the attention of Stu who looked a little hurt by my words.

And just like that my savior becomes my doom when Billy yanks the gun from her hand and kicks her right out the door. Fuck.

I take this chance to run from the boys, I drag Neil away as well. Taking the phone and voice distorter from his pocket before shoving him and myself in the closet.

Once in a secure spot I dialed the house number, Billy answered with a “Hello?”

Holding the voice distorter to my mouth I speak into the phone, “Are you alone in the house?”

“Bitch, you bitch! Where the fuck are you?!” Billy shouts getting more frustrated by the second.

“Not so fast, we’re going to play a little game. It’s called-” I removed the distorter, “guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass?!”

“Find her you dipshit! GET UP!” Billy shouted into the phone again but this time directed at Stu.

I couldn’t hear much of what Stu said but I definitely did hear, “I think I’m dyin here man,”

My breath hitched.

“Hello?” Stu said into the phone

“Awe Stu, Stu, Stu baby what’s your motive? Billy’s got one, the police are on their way, what are you going to tell them?” I asked, trying not to focus on the feeling of my heartbreaking.

“Peer pressure, I’m far too sensitive-” Stu was cut off by Billy.

“I’m gonna rip you up bitch, just like your sister and her whore mother!” Billy shouted into the phone.

“Better find me first, delusional, traumatized, mama’s boy! At least, before the cops find you,” I’m sure they could both hear me smirking through the phone.

I could hear the boys shouting and crashing things around the house as I just stood here with my heart racing.

“Hey babe… did you really call the police?” Stu asked into the phone.

“Oh baby, Stu, you bet your sorry little oblivious lap dog ass I did,” I said trying to stifle a laugh but not let tears fall down my cheeks at the same time.

It hurt so much, all of it. Knowing they wanted to kill me but in a way still harbored these twisted feelings.

“My mom and dad are gonna be so mad as me,” Stu whined like a little kid. Okay that’s it I’m just trying not to laugh at this point.

Billy was frantically searching when he opened the door to my hiding stop. Before he could spot me he was caught off guard by Laurie screaming as Michael slashed down the panels of the closet in Halloween. I took this as my opportunity to strike, literally. I took an umbrella and rammed both it and him into the wall, puncturing his skin. Just one more time, for good measure. He toppled down and I kicked the gun far away feeling triumphant.

That was before Stu came barrelling into the room trying to shove me to the ground. This just backfired and I landed on top of him, straddling him down. “Ya know babe, if you weren’t trying to kill me, this would be pretty hot,” I whispered into his ear before punching one of his stab wounds.

I shot up and made a break for it before Stu flipped us both over the couch. We landed on the ground, the coffee table sliding after we hit it, pillow feathers everywhere. “I really did have a thing for you, (y/n), I really did!” He shouted in my face as he pinned me down. “After this? Yeah I call-” pausing as I kicked him off of me, “bullshit,” getting up and seeing Stu on the floor. I kicked him one last time in the face knocking his head into the coffee table leaving a big bloody gash in the back of his head. Yeah, no way he’s coming back from that one, I thought.

Walking back into the entry room where most of the bodies were I knelt down by Billy noticing the Ghostface mask on the floor. It must’ve fallen out of the closet when I came at Billy. I practically jumped out of my skin when a hand grasped my arm!

“Sorry, sorry,” Randy said as he rocked back and forth.

“Oh my god Randy, I thought you were dead!” I shouted out in relief.

“I probably should be, I never thought I’d be so happy to be a virgin,” Randy exclaimed.

I would’ve laughed had he not been punched in the face a second later.

“You fucker!” Billy shouted as he pulled me up by my shirt collar and slammed me to the ground.

I wrestled with Billy for a second before he started choking me and said, “Say hello to Sid and her mother!”

No way I’m going out like this so I stuck my finger deep into the spot where I punctured him with the umbrella.

Just as Billy lifted his arm in the air to retaliate by stabbing me, someone shot him in the chest!

Frantically gasping for air I turn over and get up seeing that it was Gale Weathers who shot him. Guess she was my savior afterall.

“C’mon, get up,” I said as I hoisted Randy up, walking him over to Gale as I took the gun from her.

“Guess who remembered the safety that time? You bastard,” Gale said referring to what Billy said earlier.

I kicked Billy under the leg to make sure he was actually dead.

“Careful, this is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare” Randy warned me as if I didn’t know.

Billy jolts back up like lightning!

Just like it was second nature I pulled the trigger landing a shot right to his head!

“Not in this movie he doesn’t,” I said as I started walking away.

Just then a loud crash was heard from the closet and we all screamed!

“Oh shit, Neil!” I exclaimed as I ran up to him getting randy to help me free him.

The after shock of everything that took place happened so fast. The police came and rushed everyone out of the house. Dewey had lived but he might have some serious injuries. Gale, Randy, Neil, and I were all checked out by paramedics. And of course Gale being Gale went on air to talk about what happened. It all felt great, relieved, almost surrealistically amazing to have escaped it all. At least it had until an officer came out of the house to tell me, “We couldn’t find the bodies of the two you reported as the killers…” “What?” Was all I could say as I stared over at my loved ones… trying to comprehend it all once again. Fear and dread washed over me but deep down a small drop of solace started to bloom.

This wasn’t the end of Ghostface.

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toiletwipes · 1 year ago

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cry for absolution - the pilot episode

vampire!wilbur x reader - 1k

warnings: stalking and unrealistic handling of stalking, vampires and their usual shenanigans

notes: @l0veb0mb1ng and i are writing this fic together so i want everyone to know just how much the brainrot has taken hold. this is what happens when you watch what we do in the shadows (and like vampires a normal amount)

taglist: @your-shifting-gurl @lillylvjy @lotusmisc @mosslovestherain @burification @sweet-soot @subbur-anon @saccharinesunset

Maybe Wilbur has a problem or maybe all his years of being alive left him more bored than what is supposed to be humanly possible. He can’t quite decide for himself what is dragging him to the same human’s window each night, can’t decide what keeps you separate from the humans he’s drained, people he killed without any remorse, and yet now he is seeking you out as a routine..

It is the repeated behavior of sneaking out of the house without Tommy, Techno, or Jared seeing just to waste his time watching you.

He watches as you clean, vacuum while listening to loud enough music to overpower the drone of the machine. He watches as you work on your computer, sitting silently with your face illuminated by your screen. He watches as you sleep, the slow rise and fall of your chest.

For the past month now this has been his sad excuse of an afterlife. Wilbur finds himself haunting the same window sill, hands perched and digging into the wood of the second floor as he drinks in the sight of someone who is not particularly interesting

You aren’t anything special, no clear distinction from the rest of the filth of humanity at first glance, and yet Wilbur can’t seem to get his thoughts to stray from you. It’s not all innocent, not all wishes of a pleasant conversation or a conversation at all. Some of it drifts to your blood in his mouth, your lips on his, things he should not be thinking about a total stranger, let alone a human. Usually, these desires could be easily culled by digging his fangs into your neck, watching the life leave your eyes, and yet he thinks that sight would crush him absolutely.

No, Wilbur has no intention to kill you, not yet. You aren’t a stranger to him, not someone he could mindlessly end, he got your name from a package you had left outside, he had learned your habits through observation, and the internet proved a useful resource when Tommy had helped him search social media for said learned name. He knew you went to college, knew your favorite foods photographed and shared, and knew that you must be lonely if your lack of followers was anything to go by though this had been something noted by Tommy.

Now he finds himself in the familiar space just outside that pane of glass watching as you talk on the phone. He can’t help the small smile that reaches his lips as he watches you speak and laugh, using gestures no one could see but him to emphasize a conversation you didn’t know he was privy to.

His stomach can’t help but drop when he finds your eyes have suddenly met his, your phone falling from your hand as those very same eyes widen in fear.

It was due to happen eventually, he just wished it hadn’t been so soon.

“What the fuck?” he hears your muffled voice say and he wishes we could bring himself to hide, become a bat and leave whatever mess he just created but he’s so horribly frozen, so completely entranced. Maybe it's the recognition, you’ve never looked at him before, and he doesn’t know how he’s ever gone without the weight of your gaze on his skin. It burns just slightly in a way that leaves him craving more.

He doesn’t know what possesses you to trail closer, unlocking and opening the window of all possible next steps in a situation such as this.

He’s immediately hit with how you smell, sweet in the most addicting way. He again, does not know how he ever lived without the sensation. You watch in abject horror as he leans closer, just to where that precipice of needing to be invited in keeps him out.

“What the fuck are you?” you say, fear laced into your voice and yet still you hold some bite to your words. He realizes he can hear your heart racing when you are so close, the dull sped up thrum from just under your skin. He probably should have introduced himself sooner.

“I’m Wilbur?” he says and he’s surprised to see you become exasperated?

“Okay ‘Wilbur’,” you tilt your head “I don’t recall asking you your name though, I’m more concerned about the fact you are something outside my second-story apartment window somehow floating?” he can’t help the sheepish smile that graces his lips, shows off canines that are far too prominent to be human.

“Oh, I guess that would be a fair question,” he hums. “I’m a vampire,” your face falls with the final word.

You are quickly moving to close the window, shaking your head in a dismissive action.

“Wait, you aren’t in danger, I couldn’t even come in even if I wanted to,” he’s quick to speak, to sigh in relief when you stop your action to shut him out once again. He watches intently as you raise your brow in questioning.

“Okay, so, let me get this straight, vampires are real and actually have to be invited in?” you stifle a laugh and move again, your hand going up to pull the window down.

“Yes, but please, wait, I- I have a proposition,” he stutters because he has your attention now and he’d do anything just to keep it. Your eyes meet his own dark brown ones as he pleads silently that you will listen, that he will even think of a proposition before you’ve had the better thought to actually go through with your idea of shutting the window altogether. The way he sees it he has two options. He either commits to killing you or-

“So now vampires come to windows with questions?” you tease.

“Sure,” he says and you let out a heavy sigh with a roll of your eyes. He’s never been so thankful to be side-eyed in his entire thousand and some years of existence.

“Go on?”

“Do you want to be my familiar?” Wilbur asks.

“Sorry, your what?”

Wilbur only realizes after he’s walked away that the job position he just offered you isn’t quite open yet…

#c: wilbur #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #au: vampire

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http-tokki · 2 years ago

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It's just head?

~ best friend! bakugou katsuki x reader ~ tags/cw: aged up bakugou, best friends, mature themes, explicit language, sti, unprotected sex ~ wc: 460

So you and katsuki are besties, have been for years, and you’ve both seen the best and worst of each other. You guys were going on 15 years of friendship, so he had seen you through meltdowns, break ups, first times, held your hair back as you cried and threw up, guided you home after a few too many drinks, everything, and the same went for him every single embarrassing moment and then some, you had been either by his side of cheering him on. All through UA and the years after, where he was given a bit of a bad rep for being short and explosive, you defended his name and made the world see the other side of King Explosion Murder. So when you mentioned going on a date with a guy you met online, it was nothing new to the blonde. He sat with you before the date, helping you choose outfits and shoes to match before rolling over to tend to his game (he had only recently gotten into videos games, a luxury he had discovered way too late in his life and after you had gifted him a switch for his birthday and he hasn’t been able to put it down) anyway, so the date went alright. You were dropped off a bit after midnight, stumbling through the apartment door with messy hair and lipstick hastily wiped across the back of your hand. Katsuki was up, running across his island in Animal Crossing as you entered.

“good date?” he asks, not looking away from the screen.

“ahh…” you start, focus now on unbuckling the boots you had chosen. “not bad, but nothing to write about,” shoes off and being kicked in the general direction of the rack. You’ll clean it later.

Katsuki looks up from the screen, eyes narrowing as he notices the messy hair. You had attempted to fix yourself, but the too-neat bun and smudged makeup were a dead giveaway. Bakugo tsks, clicking the screen off to give you his full attention.

“Really? After the first date?”

You shrug, walking towards the kitchen to get water. “Ehh, he was cute. Plus, it was just head. What’s the harm in it?”

There was, in fact, a LOT of harm in that. Two months later, while sitting at brunch with Bakugou, you receive the message from your hook-up to a link to a Google search page and the line I tested positive, so you might be too.

Katsuki gasps dramatically and rips his drink from your hands. Orange juice sills down your shirt as the straw is pulled away.

“Dude, what the” you sputter as your phone is also taken from you.

"It's just head, what's the harm?" Bakugou mocks you. "and now you've shared my drink so I'm infected"

a/n: don't be dumb like me and not use protection even for oral. I caught strep. i wanted to die.

#clearing out my drafts #bakugo katuski #bakugou imagines #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki comfort

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 1 year ago

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Black cat: 7 Oct. Suptober

Dean didn't understand cats, except this one at this exact moment.

deancas all-the-way-au meetcute schmoop (allergies what allergies)

The thing was, Dean hadn't meant to care about the cat. The cat, much like the dryer that didn't dry well and the kitchen faucet that dripped and the corner of the porch that leaked, came with the house. Sleek and black and fat as a butterball, as Dean's mom might have said, the cat was in some ways just another fixture. He stayed out of Dean's way (mostly) and Dean stayed out of his.

Sam and the cat were casual buddies, in that Sam fed the cat, gave him fresh water daily, and cleaned the cat pan. Dean spotted Sam trying to fist bump the cat once, when the two of them were plopped on the living room rug; the cat had given Sam a look of utter disdain and gone back to licking his butthole.

Dean chose not to comment.

It was the third day of Sam visiting his so-called just a friend Eileen a few towns away. Dean had thought it would be nice to be alone for a week – he sorta kinda missed the semesters Sam had lived on campus or been overseas. And the utter quiet inside the house, save the occasional reminding meow, had been soothing a few hours. For company, Dean opened some windows: the trees, with early-season leaves starting to turn crunchy, chittered; a cricket under the back deck was plaintive in its attempts to woo. Down in the woods, slithery shadows, or probably just squirrels, rushed back and forth.

The problem was that the cat also got in on the window action, going from one sill to the other to the other and back. Up down across up down across. Chirping. Trilling. Clacking his teeth at invisible specters. Flicking his tail such that it thumped a side table ominously.

Sam would've known what to do, which was likely nothing at all. Cats were weird, Dean had always held, and nothing about this particular cat disproved his assumptions.

Maybe he was lonesome, Dean thought, watching the cat paw at the window screen.

He who. That thought made Dean huddle down in his old blanket. The house was very, very quiet.

He picked up his phone and scrolled. 'Last owner', he'd named the contact. He dialed the number and held his breath.

"Deano," answered a smarmy voice. "How goes it?" After a beat of silence: "Name's Gabriel. And you called me."

Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah. Sorry. Hi."

"What's up? House haunted or something?"

"The cat seems restless." Dean groaned inwardly at his patheticness.

Gabriel snorted. "I can't believe you kept him. You struck me – no offense – as the kind of guy who'd pawn a cat off on a one night stand."

"Well, I didn't." Dean sighed. "Do you have any advice?"

"Nah. I'll send over reinforcements. You'll be home in an hour?"

"Yes, but–" Dean glared at the Call Ended screen.

The knock came in less than a half hour. Twenty minutes, tops. Dean hauled himself off the couch and padded over to the porch side door. The cat flew off the window sill and wound himself around and around Dean's ankles.

"Gabriel sent me," a deep voice called out.

Dean opened the door. The deep voice's face blinked blue eyes and smiled shyly. Dean, as if possessed, bent down, without breaking eye contact, and picked up the damn cat, who wriggled around like a bag of eels and launched himself into the other man's arms.

"Hi, Homer," Deep Voice said, scratching the cat behind the ears.

Homer purred and purred. "Homer?" Dean asked, sounding like he'd just achieved puberty.

"What have you been calling him?" Deep Voice tipped his head, as if genuinely curious.

"Nothing." Dean felt sheepish as a wool sweater. "He's just. A cat."

"Gabriel named him," Deep Voice said. "I'm not surprised he didn't bother to tell you literally anything about him, though. I'm Castiel."

Homer meowed, as if to agree; he burrowed against Castiel's shoulder and purred and drooled, overcome with affection.

Dean didn't understand cats, except this one at this exact moment.

"You didn't want to take Homer with you?" Dean asked, stepping back to allow Castiel and Homer further into the house. "When Sam and I bought the place, I mean."

"Ah, no." Castiel looked around, a slightly wistful expression crossing his features. "I never lived here. After our grandparents died, it was Gabriel's to sell." He let the cat leap from his hold onto the formal dining room table, where Homer immediately beached himself and started a vigorous grooming ritual.

Castiel gave Dean an apologetic look.

"We seldom eat there," Dean said. "No worries."

"I wasn't in town when Gabriel sold the property." Castiel exhaled slowly; it seemed like being in the house was harder than he'd expected. "You and your brother have made the place very welcoming. I imagine Homer loves it here still."

"Well, it's a work in progress," Dean said, thinking about the long list of projects he planned to tackle in the coming months, if he could ever get out of his own way. "I'm not sure Homer's very happy. He's been wearing grooves in the window sills the last few days."

"Watching bats," Castiel said confidently.

"What," Dean said.

"You've never sat outside this time of year? Bat pups are starting to fly, and everyone's preparing for colder weather. And the nearest caves aren't too far down the hill. I hope Gabriel gave you a map of the woods?"

"Maybe he gave one to Sam." Dean blew out a breath. "I think I've been in a post-moving fog or something."

Castiel nodded. "Moving house is extremely stressful. I only moved back to town a month ago. The readjustment has been… Strange." He glanced up at the kitchen cabinets with another half sad, half remembering expression. "Our grandmother used to line those with baskets. They were mostly decorative, but she always said baskets were useful, and she used them for everything: laundry, flowers, fruit. Our toys when we were younger. Mushrooms when we'd go foraging." He wrung his hands a bit. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Dean felt something in his chest lift, like some weight he hadn't known he'd been carrying had begun to roll away. He and Castiel watched the cat lick his paws and wash his face for a few minutes.

"Homer like the philosopher?" Dean asked.

"Homer like the Simpson." Castiel shook his head. "I'm not well versed in that show."

Dean had Opinions on the subject. "The first eight seasons are considered classics for a reason, Cas. If you wanna get into them, we could do a marathon." He absolutely refused to mentally acknowledge the color of his cheeks. Let Cas think he was running a fever.

"I'd like that," Cas said, as earnest as though he had no concerns about possible contamination.

Homer meowed his yes vote.

"Are you busy right now?" Dean asked, finding his own confidence.

Cas held out his arms. Homer launched himself into them again and they headed for the couch.

Dean hid a silly little smile and followed.

#suptober23 #destiel #deancas #spn #snippetfic #fic #suptober

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knightofhylia · 1 year ago

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[system_update.ritual]

A spell I did to renew my energy. I view technology, anatomy, and botany as mirrors to each other and struggle a lot with some of the traditional visualization prompts. This is sort of aimed at robotkins and other technology based kins.

I experiamented using high-vibration crystals and sound energy to cleanse my aura and body of unwanted energy. I did a 20-minute meditation visualizing being put through a cleaning machine.

Materials:

High-vibration crystals, or crystals associated with renewal. Personally, I used Selenite/Satin spar, clear quartz, spirit quartz, citrine, amethyst, Super 7, hematite

Incense. I used cedar for its cleansing properties! A candle works as well, but the secondary purpose is to have a sense of time. My incense stick burns for about 20 minutes so I can smell when it's time to get up lol

Headphones.

Music: Here is the playlist I used for this spell. What you want to put in your playlist are songs chill songs to soak in, ASMR tingles to scrub, music with fast pulses or hard pulses for deep cleaning, sporatic music to scramble the energy, and repeating music to put it back together.

Instructions:

Find a quiet place to lay down such as a yoga mat. Lay the crystals in a pleasing order around the top where your head will rest. The positions do not need to be anything special, personally, I moved mine around as I felt needed throughout the ritual. Set up the incense next to you and light. Choose your playlist, put in your headphones and lie down.

Visualization example:

I imagined being put into a tank by my deities Kitti and Puka. The tank filled with liquid and as the music progressed I was scrubbed and cleansed from my body and was pure aura. I imagined my aura filling the tank as it was run through with jets and screens as it filtered out any old patterns or ways of thinking that I didn't need anymore. Watching those sonic jewelry cleaners is what I was going for. The different vibrations of the songs resonated through the tank and rearranged the energy until my aura solidified into something new and the tank was drained and I was released.

I certainly felt really refreshed afterwards. I recommend doing this before or after a shower so you get the inside out clean. I recommend stretching a bit after this so your aura can reach all your physical body. As a note, I have actually noticed my aura change colour a bit. I've noticed that as the moon and Kvii change my aura reflects who I'm working with.

Hope y'all liked this! Let me know if you try it! This sill probably evolve over a couple years lol

#hyah!#magick #magic #witchcraft #witchblr #witches of tumblr #pagan #paganism #spirituality #spiritual #robotkin #androidkin #otherkin #otherkin spell #dva'dakh #bokh dva'#spell #cleansing spell #meditation

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exitrowiron · 1 year ago

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I finished up staining the deck by doing the outside trim. It is amazing how much the wood faded in just one year.

It is the end of the 2nd quarter and that’s a good reminder to do recurring maintenance tasks like change the furnace filter. I write the date on mine so I don’t get confused.

While I had the ladder out I decided to tackle one of my least favorite chores, washing windows. Here are a few tips. First get good tools, they will last a long time. Professional window washing fluid is the key to avoiding streaks.

Second, don’t try to wash your windows if they are in direct sunlight. Wait until they are in the shade. Bring a tooth brush to clean the gunk from the corners of the sills.

While you’re outside wipe off the vent covers for bathroom fans, the clothes dryer, etc. Check under the flap to make sure the screen is intact (to prevent animal intrusion) and use the toothbrush to clean the screen.

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bittieswithbrokenbones · 1 year ago

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A stray edgy gets scrubbed clean.

He used his tiny hands to rip the hole in the screen wider and frantically climbed in, smearing mud all through and across the window sill. As soon as he was past the threshold and officially out of the way-too-sudden downpour, he sat down and let out a relieved sigh. Once he had calmed himself, he got up and started looking around.

He had never been in a house; he'd actually only interacted with humans once. It's how he found out that his 'type' was one of the most hated ones and that experience had left him with a crack in his skull to prove it. So while his knowledge of humans was limited, he had a very specific and negative view of them.

He's not even sure what he was expecting when he climbed inside but this definitely wasn't it. The room was spotless and decorated very minimally. He couldn't see too much with the lights off but everything seemed meticulously cleaned, not even a speck of ash in the fireplace or a crumb on the shaggy rug. It honestly felt a little… off. The bitty waited a few minutes, listening carefully for any signs of a human before he figured he was alone.

Grabbing onto the curtain with his muddy hands, he slowly climbed down from the window and dropped to the floor. He tracked the mud a few feet before he shook the rest of it out of his bones and splattered it around. He was so cold but he knew he had to stay strong, he'd gone this long without clothes and he'd survived more than one rainstorm, he just needed to dry off, get warm, and hide until the rain stops. Then he can leave the same way he entered.

Or, that was the plan, until he felt how comfy the rug was and sat on it to run his hands through it. He'd never felt something so soft in his life and maybe it was just the adrenaline from the past ten minutes wearing off but he was exhausted.

Maybe he could just rest for a few minutes. A power nap, five minutes tops.

…

He was startled awake by a loud SLAM and scrambled up only to run face-first into a plastic wall. Quickly, he turned around and ran the other way just to knock into the wall again. He desperately glanced around and when he looked above him, he froze.

A woman was kneeling over him, holding a large plastic bowl to keep him trapped under. She had some form of thick rubber gloves on and a white mask that covered the lower half of her face which just brought even more of his attention to her gaze that seemed near-violent.

Those eyes terrified him, brought him back to that night where his head hit the ground with a crack. So he did the only thing he could think of, bare his teeth and hope he intimidated. He didn't, obviously, the combination of his tiny bitty teeth on display and the fearful tremors wracking his body did not paint any kind of 'intimidating' picture.

"Aw, is that meant to scare me?" she cooed in a mocking manner, "How cute."

His face flushed in embarrassment at her tone and he balled up his fists before pounding angrily at the wall of the bowl and shouting. The woman only hummed and, quicker than he could react, tilted the bowl with one hand so she could reach in and grab him tight with the other.

He screeched and attacked her hand as she pulled him out, careful not to let him get close to her face while tilting him left and right as if inspecting him.

"What a filthy little trespasser!" Her voice has taken on a sugary sweet quality that for any other bitty may have made them pause but he just tried biting down on her glove harder. The rubber was thick though and she didn't even react to his attack as she got up from the floor and started making her way through the house.

"Are you a stray? Are you? I think you are, look, you haven't even learned to speak, have you?" She continued to talk in a way that was mostly at him instead of to him as she walked up the stairs, "A poor stray edgy with no mommy to keep him clean…"

His jaw was starting to hurt from biting so he instead just continued to dig and scratch at her glove while growling at her. Her eyes only crinkled in a smile as she opened the door to her bathroom before locking it behind her. She gave him a gentle pat on his head with the other glove then peeled his tiny hands off of the one he was holding on to and set him into the tub.

While she got up and rummaged around in the closet and under the sink, he shouted gibberish and wildly tried skittering up the sides of the tub before falling right back down. Frustrated tears started gathering in his eye sockets as he tried over and over again but just kept sliding back down.

When she came back, she placed a bucket of cleaning supplies down into the tub beside him. Reaching in, she picked out a spray bottle of cleaner and aimed it towards his face, squeezing the trigger.

He hacked violently and covered his eye sockets in pain when she sprayed into his face. She sprayed him again and again until his entire body was soaked and dripping in the chemical; his mouth and eyes burned while the rest of his bones only tingled slightly.

Setting down the bottle, she reached back into the bucket and pulled out a steel scrub pad. The edgy slowly pulled away his hands and started to blink through the painful blurriness with red fat tears flowing freely down his face. The noise he let out when she grabbed him this time was a mixture between a whimper and a snarl that made her laugh.

"Don't worry, your new mommy will wash you up nice and good, okay?"

Without a second thought, she starts roughly scrubbing him. He screams bloody murder while the metal makes thousands of deep and fine scratches along every surface of his body but she just hums a little tune over his sounds. As she scrapes his bones raw and reddish, stretching out his arms to dig into every nook and cranny, the tingle from the chemicals bursts into an excruciating burn that has him twitching and spasming in her hand.

"Most people hate edgies, you know?" she says suddenly, adjusting her grip and scrubs in harsh and heavy circles around his skull, making sure to dig the metal into his crack to scrape it up and get any dirt out. "I think most of them just don't know how to handle you guys."

"A violent and rough bitty needs an equally violent and rough hand to keep them in line." She finally drops the scrub pad and stares at him. It's not like he could hear her over his screams but even if he could, he probably wouldn't be able to understand anyways. After a few seconds, his screams die down to enraged sobs and she turns on the cold water to rinse him off. He tries weakly one last time to bite her hand but opening his jaw that wide stings worse so he clenches it shut with a whimper.

She very quickly pushes him under the water, ignoring his flinch and yelp. Within a minute, the water is shut off and he's being carried back downstairs, wrapped tightly in an all-too-soft hand towel. It reminds him of the rug and it's so nice on his wounded bones that he can feel himself starting to drift to sleep despite himself. He doesn't want to go to sleep, he wants to rip her eyes out and bite her fingers off and run out the window and- and-

"I'll take good care of you! I'll keep you happy and clean and well-fed, okay, little edgy?" She places a tiny kiss on his skull that he winces at prior to setting him down gently on the couch. Letting out a quiet sniffle, he watches her walk away from him, carefully stepping around the tiny muddy prints as she makes her way towards the window he crawled in from.

"Although… we might want to get rid of those hands and teeth, first."

His eyes close shut at the same time the window locks with an audible click.

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bwbb: drabbles #(writing him trying to escape the tub) one must imagine sisyphus underfell sans #im a little mixed about how this one came out since the human is somewhat based off of an actual character i have...#a little worried that the over-the-top smiley 'talking on your own' type cruelty doesn't really work in a vague one off... idk! idk!

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erabundus · 1 year ago

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he smells like a bonfire — not in the ATTRACTIVE way, but more like someone who just narrowly escaped a near death experience with an arson motif. the scent is in his skin, hair, clothes — and he thinks maybe he should change. maybe he take a shower. ( he spends more time thinking about taking care of himself than he actually does. ) he's still garbed in last night's attire, the shameful remnants of some SHALLOW EFFORT to grab the attention of someone at the party who wasn't even there. makeup smudged around his eyes like he's been fucking crying. ( he hasn't. ) stupid. stupid. stupid. ren knows this is stupid — but he doesn't even have it in himself to feel terrible like he usually does. he's just numb. he's apathetic. and perhaps that's exactly what he needs to be right now.

he's not sad. he's not happy. he's just nothing. a blank sheet of paper.

𝗸𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮: whenever you are awake i want to talk with you

he places his phone screen side down on the bed he can't be bothered to use. fuck. okay. ren takes a moment, keeping himself preoccupied by fumbling through his bedside table. cigarettes and a lighter — he bundles them in one hand and snatches up his phone with the other. then, wanders over to his window. it feels a bit like he's watching this all happen from afar — dreaming, or dissociating as his life crumbles to pieces around him. at the same time, the streamer thinks he feels oddly PEACEFUL about it all. a man walking to his own execution with nothing left to lose.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: i wasn't sleeping. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: text or in person? 𝗸𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮: person, let me clean up the living room and myself and then i'm ready

he took the screen out of his window ages ago for this exact purpose, scrambling up to sit precariously on the sill. he likes to be high up — gazing down at the streets below as though the world beyond his apartment is one big terrarium. detached. something to OBSERVE, but never truly immerse himself in.

he rests his phone on his lap for the few seconds it takes to light the cigarette. then, dangles his hand out the window. he isn't going to smoke — he doesn't anymore. but the SCENT is at least somewhat comforting. ( even if he doesn't want it in his room. )

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: fine.

#𝟎𝟎𝟓 : 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴. ◟ status .◝#𝟎𝟏𝟕 : 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘺. ◟ v. modern .◝#momijiba #discord tbt .#smoking tw #( modernverse update: everything is on fire and the eboy wants to edgy-sulk in his window )

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starstwinkleplanetsshine · 3 months ago

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Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Five: I Get My Own Beach Cabin (Read on AO3 here)

Thankfully, the Apollo cabin was empty when I got there. I figured everyone was training or doing other activities, as it was the middle of the day. I gathered my few possessions quickly, took one last look around the beautiful room, and walked out the door without looking behind me. I followed the paths to the center of the U and walked up to the run-down beach cabin marked with a 3. Standing right next to the grand, imposing, shining, and ornate structure that was Cabin 1, this one looked even smaller and less impressive. The windchimes were tinkling in the breeze as I walked onto the small patio and pushed open the wooden door with a creak.

The room inside was cleaner and warmer than I imagined it would be. It was still weather-worn, but it looked less dingy and more homey, like it had been lived in for a very long time. Something about that was comforting, and the cabin felt almost cozy.

I stepped inside, allowing the door to shut behind me, the only light now coming through the windows that lined the walls, their sills full of seashells. On one end of the room stood a bunk bed with two full sized beds, a dresser, desk, and cozy chair. The bed was hastily made, there were shirts and shorts sticking out of the dresser, and on the wall above the bed hung a mounted horn. Looking at the unoccupied space, I suddenly felt like an intruder. This was someone’s home, my brother's home, a brother who I had never met. I thought about what he might be doing at that moment, and how he had no idea he was getting a new roommate.

There was an open space in the middle of the room with a worn, blue carpet and a door that I guessed led to a bathroom. In this space, connected to the wall, was also a small fountain that seemed to be supplied with salt-water (don't ask me how I knew that) from an unseen source. I walked to it slowly, listening to the delicate sound of running water, and when I reached it my eyes found my own staring back at me.

I didn’t know why, but I hardly recognized myself. It had only been two days since I left my home, but something about me looked different, almost older. My hair was the same dark brown it had always been, a mess of waves I could never tame but tried by putting it in a loose braid, the freckles on my face still creating constellations across my cheeks, and my eyes still sea-green. But it was my eyes, I decided, that looked different. Almost sadder.

I wondered if my twin would share my sad, green eyes.

After a while I finally tore myself away from my reflection and glanced to the other side of the room with a gasp.

There stood a full sized bed with a comforter that pictured the ocean. But not just any ocean—this one was a mixture of rolling waves in swirls of blues, greens, purples, and pinks, all melting together like an oil painting. And somehow, it was the exact comforter that I had had on my bed in Arizona. My eyes traveled to the walls, where paintings of the beach hung, perfectly placed. Next to my bed stood a nightstand, and on the wall stood a dresser and a desk, along with a comfy chair underneath one of the windows. And folded up against one of the walls was a beautiful blue privacy screen with, again, a gorgeous painting of the ocean.

At least they stuck to the theme, I thought.

Quietly I began to place my things in order: my clothes in the dresser, my trinkets along the windows, and my books in the small bookshelf beside the window, all except my large tome of Greek Mythology, which sat on my bedside table. When I was done, I compared the two sides of the room. Mine looked immaculate, put-together, and pristine. The other side looked messy, hastily cleaned, but lived in. His side looked like a home, mine looked like one of those model houses you can take tours of.

I shook my head at myself. Just give it time. Everyone keeps saying this’ll feel like home soon.

But not everyone had their godly parent choose their twin brother over them for the past fourteen years.

With a sigh, I got off my bed and made my way out of the cabin and back to the Big House to see whatever Chiron had in store for me.

I spent the rest of the day trying out different weapons and seeing which would be a good fit. We started with archery, which went just about as horribly as it could go without me sticking an arrow in someone. Next I tried maces, axes, and spears, all of which I was also bad at. Surprisingly I wasn’t awful at throwing knives, so Chiron set up a training regime with Cadence, who was an expert in that weapon. Lastly, I picked up a sword. As soon as I held it, it felt natural in my hand and I was surprised at how easily the basic maneuvers came to me. Chiron seemed impressed, too, and not at all surprised. He declared the sword would be my primary weapon, with throwing knives as my secondary. I was happy with that.

Before long a loud conch shell blew, and I couldn’t believe it was time for dinner already. Once in the pavilion, I made my way to the empty table lined with tiny seashells and took a seat. I watched as the other tables filled up, the campers laughing with each other and talking about their days.

I felt the loneliness creep in as the empty space next to me took up more and more room in my heart. I got a few looks of sympathy from the other tables, and a few kids talked to me in line to give our offerings, but no one came over to the table. I knew they couldn’t, since the night before Cadence explained that everyone sits with their own cabin for lunch and dinner, but I’d be lying if I said a small part of me didn’t wish for it.

I told myself that I just had to be patient, that I wasn’t truly alone because I had a brother out there somewhere. It was only a matter of time until he returned from his Quest and I would have someone to sit with for meals and to fill the empty bed in our Cabin.

I could wait until then.

The next week passed in a blur of training, sleepless nights, and lonely meals. The hours seemed to stretch on forever but the days were flying by. I got to talk to my mom, well, my adopted mom, on the phone, and I felt like a huge weight was lifted off my chest to hear how relieved she was that I had made it there safely.

It was already the first week of August, and Camp Half Blood was definitely starting to feel more familiar. I had been spending a lot of time with Cadence and Will, and they introduced me to a few of their friends. Soon enough, I had a small friend group at Camp, which made me feel less alone. I was still reminded of my uniqueness, though, at meals and when it was time to sleep in that empty cabin at night. Any day now, I told myself. I’ll meet my brother soon.

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