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[mynameis-veryfuckingconfused]

and 14 years later i'm still here

[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

[msookyspooky]

OKAY !! JUst finished the movie and I really fucking loved it ! Like when i was a kid my sister talked big talk about scary it was so i never watched it (same with Orphan) and I didn’t really know what to expect but WOW

The characters are actually likeable for once so even tho theyre doing stupid shit that gets them killed, you still worry and care for them (i mean i was sure nick and carly were gonna be the “final ones” but tHE ENDING HAD ME NERVOUS) even the more annoying ones you still like (wade, dalton and nick at first)

The story is also a fucking banger, everything was done so well, the questions you have during the movie are actually answered (twice after i asked something, carly also asked it out loud skskks which was nice) LIKE THE CREEPY DUDE AT THE END, I REALLY THOUGHT THEYD LEAVE IT OPEN, IM SO GLAD I GOT ANSWERS SKSKSKS

Also Bo is fucking hot like SKSKSK thank you tumblr he was everything i wanted and more. Also like my main thing with horror movies is if i can rewatch them or not (like RZ Halloween was cool but too heavy for me rewatch for fun) bUT tHIS ONE THO !!! Absolutely would watch it again anytime 10/10

Im still debating what i should watch next from the list, so if there’s any you want me to watch first lmk !!

YAY! Ha, I knew you'd like it!!! It's the right amount of camp and horror mixed with good story telling. It has bad reviews but idc lmfao when in doubt if Rotten Tomatoes says it sucks its good and if they claim its amazing its usually...Not. (I can't believe RT convinced me to watch Creep. 90% positive reviews???? While HoW has 27% are u srs???)

Guy at the end is Lester, their little brother (of course you don't find that out till the end)

Let me narrow down the list

Okay, for rewatchablity bc it's fun or has a campy comedic feel to it:

- Thirteen Ghosts (It has Matthew Lilard / Stu!)

- Ghostship

- House on Haunted Hill

- Evil Dead (The original with Bruce Campbell)

- Night of the Demons

- Buffy the Vampire Slayer

- Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2-4

- Gingersnaps (I know you saw the craft and jennifers body but i forget if you saw this or not)

- Freddy vs Jason

- Bride of Chucky

- Idlehands (It's a dark comedy)

- Trick r Treat

Rewatchablity bc it's just that good and you gotta catch everything you missed the first time:

- The Others

- The Other (1970s movie about a good twin vs bad twin. I really liked it its not scary just suspenseful!)

- Orphan

- The Curve (Similar to scream with Matthew Lilard I think you'd like it!!! Tim is just Stu if he got away with it)

I've yet to find too many movies with the same feel as Scream or Near Dark or Lost Boys or House of Wax and when I do the characters are unlikable (Urban Legend, I Know what you did last summer)

I actually think if you haven't watched the original Nightmare on Elmstreet you should! I just watched it again last night after not seeing it for years and the group of teens are extremely likeable characters but THEIR PARENTS suck ass lol.

I would personally pick one of these to watch next if you like Scream and House of Wax bc the protagonists are likeable and you're rooting for them + can easily be rewatched

- Nightmare on Elmstreet (1984)

- Evil Dead

- Bride of Chucky

- Pumpkinhead (If I remember correctly there was only one asshole)

- Pet Semetary (My favorite. It's eerie and creepy tho ngl)

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Tma relisten Episodes 16-20

Things are picking up! Martin is gone, we meet some Flesh statements with all of their disgusting glory, finally find a skeptic (pretending more like) Jon in Vittery's case and then the story of father Edwin...

A warning, the last two episodes here are a confusing mess of thoughts that I have no energy to orginized so you're welcome to read but beware to remain confused. And add your feedback if you want. I'd love to understand what the hell father Edwin was going through.

16 Arachnophobia

Things are picking up. Oh boy vittery is here!

His description of his fear of spiders kind of reminds me of my experience as an emetophobic. I can read about it, watch it on camera (cringing but still can) but near me? Nope.

Major Tom! Love the pet naming system Jonny came up with.

"Our building had acquired something of an infestation of some sort of insect I didn’t recognise - small, silvery worms, almost like maggots, but slightly longer -" uh oh Jon. Jane is already there. I stand by my theory that the web set up vittery's case where Jane was because they wanted the institute to eventually come in contact with her. Specifically the Archivist. Another way the Web helped mark Jon to help bring the apocalypse.

Pfft his whole interaction with major Tom in this story is sending. "go get that spider" Major Tom "no I don't think I will" and saunters off never to be seen again.

Why are his descriptions of spiders so graphic my god. He likes to dwell on his phobia way too much for his own well-being.

Nice aim with the coffee mug. Especially while panicking.

Don't you just hate that you get used to your phobia because a worse version of it comes up? He managed to kill little spiders no problem from then on and I just... Feel for him so much.

"Can you be haunted by the ghost of a spider that destroyed your childhood?" oh. That one must have hit Jon hard right where it hurt.

"I officially gave Major Tom’s paperwork to the family on the ground floor he decided to move in with" lol cat live be that simple.

Commenting on Jon's hard denial specifically of this case and even thought there is so much obvious evidence supporting the supernatural. Just alot of suppressing fear on Jon's part. I feel so bad for him.

"But as I told Martin earlier, he was there for over a week, so there is very likely a perfectly natural explanation for the fact that his body was completely encased in web" sure. Told Martin. Betting it was a full blown argument from which Martin stormed off to prove him wrong. Jon please get your act together.

17 the boneturners tale

Ah Jared my man making his appearance. The bully next door who picks up and becomes a victim (in a way) of a Lietner instead of the statement giver. Where have I heard that one before...

Michael crew checked out the bone book huh. Saw the Flesh and was like mmm nope not this one either.

Archivist interrupted! We don't get much of these later on, when statements become way more compelling and can't be stopped in the middle.

Ewww and the first other institute staff we get is Elias. The sound mixing is really weird he sounds so strange lol. He hasn't polished his 'I'm an even more posh version of Jon' voice yet.

He takes live statements when Rosie's equipment doesn't work? So basically all of the supernatural ones that want to talk and not write. Those are always more special than the ones written. The statement giver felt the need to talk to someone not just write impersonally.

Elias asks about Martin. Once again fuck you Jonah.

Also Martin is missing the story is picking up! I saw at the end that he was in charge of follow up for this, a library statement. Was probably fun for him seeing he's an ex library worker.

"Blessed relief" no Martin he doesn't really mean that.

Jared experimenting on everything including small animals and his own family is all sorts of bad.

"All I remember clearly is the line “and from his rib a flute to play that merry tune of marrow took”." he took a rib and used it to whistle. Jared took Jon's rib and in 171 he whistles. Hmmmmm

So either reading the book did end up killing the guy or Jared eventually caught up with him. Either way poor soul.

18 the man upstairs

Not alot to say about this one except I oddly really like it, my first listen and now. Something about how gross it was really fascinated me. And boy it's super gross.

The meat creature in the end has eyes! Is it eye aligned in a way? Interesting...

Was this an attempted mini ritual of a sort to bring a meat creature into the world? Did it work? Perhaps that creature housed whet used to be Toby Carlisle who left his original body to become this thing.

Btw Archivist has lunches confirmed!

19+20 confession + desecrated host

The only double statement we have ever. A very unusual thing but also Jon explains it that the second half was misfiled nearby and perhaps was taken out and put back haphazardly. By who? Gertrude looking up. Rituals? Jonah looking up multiple entity rituals? Very ominous.

I feel so bad for father Edwin he really didn't deserve what happened to him.

I'll be honest i wasn't really listening to this one the first time. I was busy doing something else and always tended to half listen to exorcism horror. This is facinating to me as if I'm first hearing it.

Its interesting how Jon records his inability to utter words of belief. Also was this an interview? If so, where is the recording. He couldn't have written like how Jon was stuttering at those words. I need a clarifying answer about these and why Jon needed to record an audio of it when clearly there should be a recording of an old live statement.

It wasn't about God the fact that he couldn't say it anymore. It was about his comfort and denying it.

I think the first thing that marked him was the Slaughter. But now listening to it, it seems like what possessed Bethany moved into his mind because it want to suck out and replace faith and father Edwin had much more of it. How does one replace faith? Introducing the faithful to all the fears. It didn't really work tho since he stubbornly remained faithful.

This nurse Annie figure sent him in the direction of both Bethany and Hilltop Road which makes me very suspicious of her.

“I am not for you. I am marked.” oooh first time hearing those words. Perhaps the entity or what wanted to bring them about refusing to give him to the Desolation?

“Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth; and from thy face shall I be hid; and I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth; and it shall come to pass, that every one that findeth me shall slay me.” the entities talking? Or warning father Edwin of his fate? Still sound alot like the Slaughter.

So when he leaves to walk the streets to the place he performs the religious service after being told all of his sins by something pretending to be father Singh, I count the Distortion, the Lonely, Stranger, Corruption? And flesh.

This one is still confusing as hell, I was surprised by breekon and hope's appearance in the end, having been the ones who delivered the stole.

Maybe the entities were trying to collaborate to create a religion of their own? Trying not to enter the world separately as a whole being but living in it as worshipped gods?

Whatever they were they decided to exclude the Desolation and the web from the project since they definitely didn't like Hilltop Road.

[lunanoirre]

Episodes 9 and 10

(actually reviewed, no seriously I’m back—)

Ok!

I am back!

Though, I’m going to do something a little different when compared to what I’ve been doing with my other reviews of episodes.

Since I have to rewatch these two to get myself back upto speed, I’m going to jot down my thoughts, live, as I go along!

It’s something I see pretty commonly among this and many other fanbases, so I’m gonna give it a shot!

I hope my raw reactions get at least a fraction of the laughs they give me.

Episode 9:

This is a weird place to start my thoughts, but I do like how relevant the recaps are. I got used to anime, where they tend to recap entire SEASONS for no reason.

Of course it’s a single mom with only young children moving into the Winchester’s childhood house.

“The chair”.... no chair is gonna stop spirits in your closet, hunny

And of course, the chair is moving. Aaaand mom’s in the basement. Cool !!

Why did John leave a box of keepsakes in THAT HOUSE ???????????? Especially pictures, jesus christ, those are always known to have supernatural links

What the hell is that flaming mass in the closet.

Ok, how the hell did Sam match his tree drawing to the tree in the photo—

“Why would you think that?” “Uh—... I jus-Uhm-“ valid point, good job Sammy

Seeing Sam so distraught is honestly really heartbreaking.

Why did Dean say he would never go back ...? I mean, I get it, trauma, but... Dean doesn’t seem the type to avoid that kinda thing.

Did they... Teleport back to Kansas?

I love how Sam immediately destroyed Dean’s lie—

They said the little girl’s name twice, and I did not understand it either time.

Y’know, Dean looks really upset to be there, and I am not liking that.

How is this mom not suspicious of how anxious Sam and Dean were acting—

Sam is NEVER this anxious, holy shit-

“I remember the fire.... the heat.... then I carried you out the front door.” Y... yeah, you were like, what, four? Of course you don’t remember much, Dean

Why is their dad so awful .

AW..,,, DEAN?????

HE’S SO AFRAID WTF

calling John again though. ugh.

Oh. Plumbing. I remember how this went, and I still hate that cymbols monkey.

y’know, garbage disposals are not blenders.

When I watched this with my dad, he also commented that it’s common practice to UNPLUG the disposal before fishing out of it—

Of course John was a marine.

Aah!!! Miss Missouri!!! I loved her!

She is such a comforting lady, I love her VOICE

Tfw she already knows their names

I want her to be my mom. The way she talks to them is so sweet

Dean has seen enough bullshit to not doubt psychics at this point, smh

I just remembered how this episode ends.

Oh, the ghost broke the playpen! Time to fridge the baby !

Why would the kid climb into the fridge at all though?

Thank god they brought Miss Missouri, or else this mom would not trust them ONE bit.

Throwing shade at Dean? Hell yeah.

Oh. Great, not the same demon. Cool

DEAN, DON’T TASTE THE PURIFYING HERBS.

How does no one hear the bullshit behind them???????? Opening drawers, sliding cords, dressers???

Why does everyone like to strangle Sam?

Ow. That light hurt.

“This is all over.”

And then it wasn’t.

Ooh, free earthquake simulator! Don’t even have to leave the bed!

I can’t tell if it’s “Jenny” or “Jinny”.

Ooh, creepy ass flame monster!

And then Sam was taken away.

Watching Dean bang on the door makes me feel much safer in regards to my break-in fears. That shit is LOUD

Mummy Winchester was the flame all alooooong!

These boys really do deserve better, holy shit...

Man, sad that Sam got to meet Mary for the first time as a flame spirit.

How.... did Sam obtain the powers of a medium?

Aw, Dean got the pics back

I’m... How the hell do spirits destroy themselves??? That still makes no sense

Wow. John’s such an asshole.

HE WAS IN THE TOWN AT THE SAME TIME ????????? THAT JERK! WTF.

Thank you, Miss Missouri, for saying what we’re all thinking.

“Not until I know the truth”— yeah, we get it. stop.

Episode 10:

Oh yeah, the asylum. This one isn’t that notable, I remember.

As someone who is neurodivergent, asylums in horror REALLY bug me, but I’m glad that this story turns things on its head.

Why does the anger give the possessed victims nosebleeds?

Ohhhhhh, their dad WAS in Cali.

I wish their dad was dead, instead of toying with them so damn much.

Yes, Dad wants you to work a job because he’s horrid.

I hate that Dean follows it so willingly, but I know that he’s just... looking for ways to please his dad.

Oh my god, they just pulled off a stunt to get the officer’s trust—

Why would you willingly want to explore an asylum? I just really don’t get the thrill.

I get certain “strange vibes” like Sam. But... I often mistake anxiety attacks as that sense, so it’s not that accurate.

Dean.... Dean.... Dean,,

He is in HARD denial about their dumbass dad.

I would be ASHAMED to be the son of someone who worked in an old asylum.

Sam is such a bad liar.

That was such a tease, I was hoping to hear Sam’s actual thoughts on Dean :c

As much as I adore my girlfriend, I would shit my pants if she brought me to an abandoned asylum as a “date”. Haunted house? I’d consider. Just not—.... condemned places are really, really creepy.

Here come the BOYS.

Spn’s editing really does creep me out sometimes. That spirit in the straitjacket, eughfhf...

I really do love that the asylum patients’ ghosts are peaceful. At least this show knows that none of this is their fault.

DEAN. Literally he JUST said to listen to horror movies, and then he just SPLITS UP—

Sam’s powers are kinda odd, but that’s ok.

How did Sam fall for that fake call.

And why does Sam go through the door that opened by itself? He should KNOW BETTER.

Dean calling him Sammy tho...

Good. Bad “doctor” is the villain.

Y’know, weaponizing normal, brotherly anger isn’t funny.

There’s the good little soldier line!!!

I SAW Sam’s brows crease in “wait, what?” when handed the real gun

*whispers* “Sorry, Sammy.”

Does—... Does Dean just use sea salt??

Thanks, Doc, for making a plasma ball in my mouth.

All these near-death experiences are gonna cause some REAL trauma.

Is it just me, or does Jensen have some really pretty eyelashes?

Ah, Christ, here we go—

I hate. Their dad. Already.

Ok, turns out I actually remembered more than I thought I would.

And! I actually watched episode 11. I just... forgot.

Anyway, my next post will have episode 11’s review, along with 12 and maybe 13.

I hope their dad isn’t as bad as I think he is so far...

[bakusoftie]

I was just listening to creepypasta and got an idea. Could you do hcs for Bakugo and Kirishima’s reactions to seeing a scary fucking demon/ghost or whatever while they’re hanging out with their crush in some creepy place? Or really, just any situation where they’re hanging with their crush and some scary paranormal shit starts happening. I’m in a big mood for some horror. This would make my LIFE thank you 🙌🏻

I’m such a huge horror fan so this made me uwu so hard (also i hope you don’t mind but I made separate scenarios for them but if you wanted poly I could do that 🥺👉👈)

Warnings: Gory Descriptions!!! + Ouija Boards + Kaminari being a dumbass

Kiricutie + Bakubabe experiencing some scary shit with their s/o

🦈 kiricutie 🦈

It was all Denki’s fault

That living enbodiment of a phone charger was the one who dared the entirety of the bakusquad to go to this “haunted” house

Bakugou, of course, said he had better things to do but,,,

Kirishima (being the manliest man he is) just had to be there to protect his s/o from all the bad spirits and creatures of the night

But the thing is- Kirishima is fucking terrified.

You, on the other hand, are so excited maybe a bit nervous and he wants to be one to protect you and be your man

Kaminari, Mina and Sero get too far ahead of themselves and rush off into different parts of the attraction so it's just you and the sharp-toothed cutie,,,all alone,,,in a dark, supposedly haunted house. Oof.

At first,It isn’t as bad as Kirishima thought. Plus, he gets to spend time with you and whenever you’d hear a scream you would unconsciously brush your hand against his and suddenly he doesn’t even realize that he was anxious in the first place. That is until you get to this bloody door that explicitly says ‘Do Not Enter’.

“Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to move on then, s/o”

Being the dumbass you are,,,You grabbed Kirishima’s hand and busted through the door (all that you could think of was ‘I need to see some ghost cheeks 👻’)

The room was dark and had a overwhelming stench to it. So, you ran your hand over the wall to find a light switch

all the while, kiri is begging that you two meet up with everyone else but 👏them👏ghost👏 cheeks👏

when you did find the strangely wet lightswitch, you turned it on to discover the fresh blood dripping down your hands and wondering why kirishima was so silent, you turned around.

He was in some state of shock, his once bright and tanned skin is now a sickly pale. He moves in front of you when you tried to follow his eyesight, desperately trying to protect you from the horrendous sight but you managed to take a look from over his shoulder

The entire room had dark crimson sludge splattered on the walls and the ground they currently stood on.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

It was the various amounts of flesh and guts scattered over a steel, rusted autopsy table where a body laid still as a rock. The body was mutilated and had several markings on it

The two of you weren't sure if it was real or just very detailed decorations but you both shared a look that told each other that they needed to leave and get help.

You moved quickly through the house to find your friends, still joining hands with Kirishima.

When you found Kaminari, Mina and Sero roasting a Pennywise cosplayer, you and Eijirou let out a breath of relief and pleaded them to come with you so you could show them the fucking mess y'all witnessed but when you got to the cursed hallway that you swore had a row of doors along it-

The door was fucking gone?!?

Everyone except you and Eijirou, who were both shocked and sick to their stomachs, was laughing and playing it off as a joke but

Whatever the fuck you both experienced together sure as hell bonded you for life.

💥bakubaby💥

Bakugou doesn't scare easy. This bitch used to watch horror movies when he was 3 years old and had hardcore death metal as his lullaby.

He a tough boi

But when it comes to you, he's so fucking soft and full of warmth 🥰

He fucking loves you even tho you can be kinda stupid sometimes all the time

Like right now, You and Bakubae were at a party that Hagakure was throwing and normally Bakugou would be like ‘fuck no I rather stick a cactus up my ass than hang out with a bunch of extras’ but when you looked so sad that he didn’t want to come with you and said ‘oh,,,that’s fine I guess,,,I’ll just ask Todoroki to come with me’

YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS BITCH DID NOT HESITATE TO LET YOU KNOW YOUR ASS IS HIS

and vice versa (“that bakubooty is MINE NOW,THOTS” - S/O declares from the roof of U.A)

The party was lame and the only thing interesting so far was seeing Iida get drunk and dance to Old Time Road.

Until you ask Momo to whip out an Ouija board from her titties.

Now, Bakugou doesn't really believe in ghosts or shit like that but for some reason, he just has this weird feeling about all of this

But he doesn't want to be seen as a weakling because of a stupid board with the alphabet on it.

You call over Deku and Icy-hot to join you in conjuring some motherfucking ghOSTs

You deadass had to pick all the people he absolutely hates, didn’t you?

Anyway, Bakugou couldn’t let these weak extras show him up so he grabs the planchette and asks you how the fuck this shitty toy works.

when you put your hand on his, he uwus so hard omg

but then dEKU and pRinCe zUkO had to ruin everything by putting their hands on the piece of wood too.

bruh shouto better watch tf out because if he sees y’alls pinkies brush against each other one more fucking time he’s going to go FERAL

The shitty wood chip started to pull their hands toward the ‘HELLO’ side of the board and bakugou went *surprised pikachu face*

HE WASNT SCARED HES JUST TAKEN ABACK FUCKING STUPID DEKU I BET HIS WEAK ASS MOVED IT

“Now we’re supposed to ask it questions.”

”U-um are you here to hurt us?”

”SHUT IT ICYHOT AND STUPID DEKU!,,,I got shit to ask this little dead bitch!!”

Bakudumbass, you should never insult a spirit wtf.

After his rude remark, the candles that you had lit around the four of you suddenly went out. I mean it wasn’t a big deal because shouto could easily light them back up but it definitely shook the lot of you to your core.

When the candles were relit, you couldn’t but help to notice that Izuku was missing from the circle

Oh shit

Bakugou thinks that this is all some stupid fucking scheme to get back at him and he swears when he finds Deku, he will break his bones worse than one for all ever could.

But he shuts that thought down the moment that he senses the burning feeling of eyes staring right into his soul. He looks behind him at the dark shadowy figure that seems to be using the freckled, green-haired hero as it's vessel.

Izuku’s once emerald-green eyes are now a shade of glowing crimson and his once warm, friendly smile now a gruesomely wide smirk as his body now dangles from the air.

Ŷ̵̝̌̂o̴̳͖̼̐͜͝u̷̧̠͙̫̭͖͍͋̍͠ ̵͉̮̲̌̓ň̶͔͊̎͘͝͝ĕ̸̬̜͔̑e̶̤̞̹̜̮̗͂̈́͂͜d̷̡̨̙͎̩̭̭̱̜̟̎̒ ̴̧̬̯̠̼͈̹̽̋͒t̵͓̖͙͍̯̜̣̲̅̀o̸̪͈͓̤͍̖̘͔͎͓͋̂̑ ̴̢̢͙̙͎̠̘̳̳̄̈̉̋ͅl̶̗̭̮͑̃̃͌é̷̜͓̫͚́̐͗̅̃̑á̶̜̲̪̟͙͕͍̹̀̓͋͆͐̉̔ř̴͓͈̥̜̜͆̌̑̓̊͝͠ṋ̷̜͍̲̈͘ ̸̞̘̱̥̞̬̣̫̾h̵͎̻͔̼̻̜̓́͋͘͘o̵̳̭̬͙̠̹̪͇̮͊̈̏̊̕͜w̷̭̟͙̱͔͕̃͋̈́̇̕̚͘͘ ̵̦͎̳͋̀͝͝t̵̢̨̗͖͖͇̺͔͖̾̄͌͗̓̾̀ö̴̲́̀ ̸͇͔̱̟̹̫͓̙̀̏̐̌̆͛̋͑͊ṯ̴̡̭͕̮̯̭̘̌̇̽̉͂̾̓̚͜r̷̪͙͎̱̩͚̻͛̾̓̉̉̓̐̿̀͘ȩ̴̧̣͈͚̗͓̯͚͂̀̈̽̚a̷̛̛̠͙̬͖̾͂t̶̡́̕ ̴̨̡̠̰̮͕͍̘̩͎͌ò̸͖̈̏͜t̶͎̼̑͒̿̔̓̈̕͝͠h̷̨͎̲͔̭̖̗̼̘̅̂͂͗͐̍è̷̝̥̠̬̮͈̮̟̔r̸͍͔̳͕̼͛s̷̨̫̼̙̠͉͓̰̽̊̊̔̀͊̃ ̷̛̰̞̳̖̻͕͕̘̝̹̀̎̕k̷͍̳̥̊̋̂̎͒͑̉̽̈́͌ͅḯ̴̩̹̥̤͉̭̘ņ̸̟͎͕̜̞̥̩̬̝͑̋̊̈́̑̏̀̆͐͘ď̸̜̬͇̙̫͉̬̔̏̀̓͊͋l̸̺̲̤̦̼̓̐̀͒̆ẏ̸̖̟͕̣͔̦̳͜,̶̥͇̝͙͔͎̬͌͐̌” ̵̡̻̺̟̻͓͊B̶͖͇̣̲̙͛̊̆̃͑̈́̾̃̕a̶̧͂̍̐̌ķ̶̨̬͇͙̦͓̝̰̩͗͐̿̈͊̏̀̏̕u̴̢̨͕͍͆̆́̏̓͒̉̂̇͝ģ̷̗̱̟̼͉̱̣̐̌̉̒̓́͆͑͒͠ô̵̡͚̻̬̓͒̀͋̔u̵̡̗̻̝̙̓̿͒͆͐̕͝ͅ ̷͖͖̥̭̳͈̑͐̎̐͒K̴̡̡̯͖̹͍̺̟͉̰̆a̴̡̠̘̫̰̖͚͈̲͘t̷͎͈͉͓̩̋̽̿͌ş̷̙͔͎̰̪̜̫̾̌͜͝u̷͉̝̠͚̣͖̿̈́̀͂k̸̜͎̍͠i̴̬̯͇̻̼̹̦̱̋́”

(”you need to learn how to treat others kindly, bakugou katsuki”)

Bakugou is ready for this weird ass shadow man to attack him, he’s got his palms already sparking for the opportunity to blow his ass away back to whatever hell it came from

That doesn’t exactly go as planned

The monster doesn’t come at him but instead, he uses his black matter tendrils to pin you and shouto to the floor as the vine-like shadows slither around your body and constricts your lungs from breathing properly.

It isn’t long until you and todoroki pass out from the lack of air flow and

Bakugou goes into a rage as he sees your unmoving body displayed across the floor as he was too slow to protect you from this fate

The monster discards Deku’s body across the room like a ragdoll and slides its venom-looking ass next to Bakugou’s face and as soon as his crimson eyes meet then eyeless sockets of complete void, Katsuki’s head is smashed into the floorboard as the demonic energy escapes through the window to wreak havoc on the world.

Kaminari decides to check up on the four that ventured off by themselves and when he enter the room and saw them all laying on the floor huddled together, surrounded by candles all he could think to say was...

”🥺 they didn't invite me to the orgy”

[pajama-nerd]

Reading my way through Fazbears Frights, thinking about how none of these protagonists have ever interacted with any kind of horror media.

Reader Beware: Spoilers Ahead

Into the Pit didn’t read like time travel to me. It read more like a particular kind of haunting where the negative energy of all of the bad shit that happened at that location was locked into the one remaining 'feature' of the location: the ball pit. And Pit-Bonnie isn't the ghost of Afton, but rather the entity that was created from the memories of all that bad energy.

And the interesting thing to me about Pit-Bonnie is that - aside from the inherent creepiness of the situation and the fact that he had literally one facial expression (he can’t even blink for cryin’ out loud) - he didn't attempt to harm Oswald until Oswald went back to rescue his dad. Once Pit-Bonnie was away from the negative energy that had spawned him, he did Dad Things™. He did them in the creepiest way possible, granted, but we don't actually know how he feels because of his inability to express.

Maybe he wanted to stay. Maybe he just wanted a break from that place. Maybe that place has a hold on him, and being away from it allowed him a measure of free will.

And the fandom that I’ve seen about the Dashboard has locked onto Pit-Dad-Bonnie because the general attitude of the fandom - as far as I've witnessed - has been 'Oh. A scary thing! Well, now it's friend-shaped.' (or, in this case, Dad shaped) so of course my immediate question is, 'how would the story have changed if Oswald had made a more serious attempt to communicate with Pit-Bonnie?'

The immediate, cynical response is 'well it would have slaughtered him' but that's infinitely less interesting than the possible alternatives.

Perhaps he takes in the fact that Pit-Bonnie can't talk, and proposes an alternate method of communication. I'm talkin construction paper and crayons. And he gets Pit-Bonnie to tell his story a la Nephrite from Steven Universe. About how one day he just was. And how sometime after that, that version of Fazbear's formed around him. And how there were happy, smiling kids laughing in the pizzeria and he was happy, but how every time he tried to be friends with the kids something would happen.

The world would flicker and they would just be in that back room, like that. How he was desperate for some kind of a connection and could never have one because those kids – those memories – were doomed to die by the memory of his hands. How he noticed Oswald because Oswald didn’t fit – he was real – and how he’d wanted Oswald to help him figure out how to change what had happened (or to make it stop), but Oswald had run away. About how he’d tried to fish Oswald out of the ballpit and gotten his dad instead. About deciding to take his dad’s place so that he could get away from that place and how being here with Oswald was nice. Driving him to school was nice. Making him dinner was nice. Cleaning the house with him was nice.

(Imagine Oswald getting less and less afraid as he interprets the story, checking in with PB occasionally to make sure he's getting it right. Getting slightly annoyed tho, because he's not getting rid of this rabbit, is he? But he still needs to rescue his dad, so now what?)

Oswald eventually tells PB that he can stay, which surprises but elates the rabbit. Then Oswald tells him they have to get his dad back.

There's a negotiation. Obviously, they have to get his dad back. Has Pit-Bonnie been going to his dad's job? What about taxes? Things his dad knows how to do? What about Oswald's mom? Is Pit-Bonnie just going to pretend to be his dad around her forever? What if she wants to do...like...parent stuff? With her husband? If you catch my drift (PB does not, in fact).

Eventually PB agrees, and even drives Oswald back to the same block as the pizza place. He doesn't get close to it - definitely doesn't park in the lot - but Oswald just tells him to wait in the car and goes and wakes his dad up from the ball pit. His dad is confused. Disoriented. Way out of it. Let's Oswald lead him back to the car and sits in the back, too out of it to comment on the yellow bunny mascot in the front seat. They return to the house without incident, and his dad passes out on the couch.

Oswald eventually figures out that PB is the one making his dad so loopy - that the connection PB formed so that he could know how to drive the car, how to work the vacuum cleaner, how to make Oswald's meals, is also keeping Oswald's dad borderline comatose. It takes some convincing to get PB to give that up. PB is afraid to give that up - afraid that if he doesn't have an anchor, he'll go back to being an aimless product of rage and murder.

Oswald's solution is to spread the bond out. He'll take part of it. If PB splits his focus, it'll be less of a strain on his dad, and PB will have more than one anchor. This has the added property of giving his dad the ability to see the seven-foot-tall grinning plush rabbit (he doesn't react well. Neither does mom. Oswald has never had to talk so much in his life)

So now Pit-Bonnie is a part of Oswald’s life, and it’s hella weird at first, but everyone gets over it, because eventually you just get numb to weirdness. Except Oswald becomes obsessed with Freddy Fazbears, in an Unsolved Mysteries kind of way. Starts researching the place wherever and however he can.

Pit-Bonnie helps, in his way, after they figure out a way to communicate efficiently (modified Sign Language, because being bonded to Oswald means that Pit-Bonnie knows how to do all the things that Oswald knows how to do. So Oswald learns sign language. Which means that Pit-Bonnie knows how to sign now. He still only has the one facial expression, which makes asking questions a little complicated, but they work it out).

I imagine that Pit-Bonnie is very tuned in to the weirdness/darkness vibe that Freddy’s and its remnants (ha) give off. He starts reading local and then state, and then national newspapers, and whenever he gets the Fazbear vibe, he sets the article aside for Oswald to look at. Also he doesn’t sleep, so in the first week of Oswald’s obsession, he generates a lot of leads for Oswald by going through back issues of...everything.

This is a rambly thing, but my point is that most horror has a solution and most of the time this solution is subverted by having it happen to people who have no experience with horror movies, books, comics, or other mediums, which is…I dunno. Kinda cheap.

‘What if they ever saw Frankenstein and sympathized with the monster enough to have empathy for this thing?’

‘They’re not horror fans. And the ones that are have never seen or read the stories where empathy solves the problem.’

To Be Beautiful (a terrible, one dimensional story with a terrible message about self-image told the way that high school stories in the 80's-90's were told, which wasn't even accurate to how highs schools were in the 80's-90's) could have been solved by literally anyone being more than passively curious about the drastic changes that Sarah was undergoing. (Puberty doesn't work that fast. Her whole freaking face changed). Or by her mom going into her room at some point and asking about the 5 foot robot doll.

Count the Ways has many solutions, although, really? She shoulda chosen starvation. More time to escape or be rescued is always, always, always going to be better than a 'maybe I won't be bifurcated’ any way you slice it (I’m not sorry), but I'm fond of the idea of Oswald coming across an article about ‘theft of proprietary animatronics from a Fazbear Entertainment property’ and it leading him to Milly’s grandfather’s house in time to save her. Along with his seven-foot-tall grinning plush friend who can alter people's perception.

Fetch could have been solved by treating Fetch like a dog. Seriously. He is dog shaped. He is therefore a dog, first and foremost. Dog first, killer animatronic second. Which Greg didn't fundamentally understand (he strikes me as a cat person anyway). But Fetch spent that entire story trying to do what he thought his master wanted, and never got so much as a 'good boy' out of it. He didn't even try to defend himself when Greg went to town on him with a baseball bat because he just wanted to be a good dog for his boy. And even after that, when Greg expressed a desire to see Kimberly, Fetch still wanted to do something to get his master to call him a good boy. Honestly, if - after being warned about Fetch - Kimberly had planted her feet and said 'Sit!' I would bet actual Faz-dollars that Fetch's haunches would have dropped to the pavement out of surprise alone, because it would have been the first time in the story someone treated him like a dog.

Alec was doomed to be a teddy-bear from the moment his parents picked up a ‘how to raise my kids’ book, but he’s still alive. There’s no reason he couldn’t be rescued (by Oswald, who’s on the trail of all the weirdness related to Freddy Fazbear. I’d read that story. I’d write that story. I will probably write that story)

The Plushtrap story...had no flaws. That was the only solution, and good on those boys for making all the right choices except for the initial choices that put them in that situation to begin with. A+. Those teeth, Jesus.

1:35 am could have been solved with an apology. Come on. For a character that was supposedly in the Foster Care system being bounced from home to home, you’d think she could empathize with an entity that didn’t appreciate being thrown away. A sincere apology, a promise to never do it again, and Ella would probably have forgiven her.

I don’t remember where I was going with this. I started writing it before I clocked on for work, but that was eleven hours ago. Who can remember where a train of thought that far back?

[illusionlockarchive]

Read a chunk of the preview for Step Closer (just a chunk tho bc JESUS its long like hello?? Thats not just a preview at this point) with my boyfriend last night and i have... mixed feelings about it

On the one hand i really like the balance between incorporating fnaf and its aesthetics into the story without going FULL ON oooh freaky murder robots, yeah the first paragraphs are kinda cheesy bloody but the actual encounter with foxy feels really fitting to the balance of fnaf aesthetic. Like its freaky but nothing really happens just yet. Im kind of a psychological horror loving shmuck so i personally really like how theres no visible threat coming for pete yet, hes just haunted by what he saw and heard and karma thats coming for him. I do have a theory about whats going on but thats not relevant right now. I really like how the butcher shop scene was written, i feel like it really drives home the paranoid feeling the narrative is building.

Unfortunately i just really hate how the main characters are written, they are just. Stereotypes. Pete is perhaps the worst to read through. He doesnt act like a modern sixteen year old living in the late 2010s-2020, he acts like a caricature of a cool kid bully from an 80s cartoon. Seriously who the fuck uses words like chump and twerp right now? He didnt even call the big spider he saw a "big boi". And we know if he was a REAL edgy sixteen year old hed have a gore blog and make violent collages saying theyre dedicated to *****.

Chuck is perhaps the better written, not during his first section with Pete when he's a stereotypical wimpy nerd kid, but when the POV switches over to him you really learn to care much better for him and understand his motivations, and the way he admits to knowing about his brothers turmoil and wanting to be as least annoying as possible feels very real. Now their mother... she is very stereotypical but I kind of like her, if only because its so funny how much of a nightmare of a mother she is. Signing up her kids without their consent to be organ donors without even trying to really connect to them? Eesh. And the way she talks... hits every note on the scarily cheerful yet invasive character list.

Furthermore there are just. Basic writing flaws that you really think a book with a big franchise tied to it should not be allowed to make. Most specifically there will be parahraphs that go on for too long, and dont switch when a new action is taken or another character does something. It should be obvious to anyone with a basic understanding of literature that you switch paragraphs when: time advances/changes; place changes; character changes; new action is taken. It felt often times that I was Reading a very amateur fanfiction.

There also were huge flaws with repeating and drilling easily deductible concepts into our heads. I specially disliked the part where the staff at freddys HAVE to say out loud that foxy is on manteinance, when they could have just said he is on vacation, nudged each other and laughed about it, and left Pete to show the deductive skills to figure out that by himself. But perhaps more annoying is how the divorce of petes parents is brought up several times, we hear how pete feels about it the first time, but then it keeps cycling back, and petes feelings and train of thought dont really evolve beyond that, like the narrative just wants to remind us, but never does much with it.

[minheefreckles]

hello :)) can you do a han seungwoo x reader, where the read is scared after going into a haunted house or watching a horror movie and seungwoo comforts her :)) thank you ao much ahha ^^

Word count: 676 words

 Warning(s): none :D

Genre: Fluff, bulletpoint scenario

Note: hey anonie :DDD thank you so much for requesting! fun fact: you’re my first request 👈😎👈 im so sorry i took like 3 weeks to complete this request and i apologize for it being so short too :( i had a lot of exams so i apologize for the tardiness. i hope you enjoy it :D

“Wanna watch a movie?” 

You glanced up at Seungwoo after his question to see him beaming excitedly

You had a bit of work to complete but seeing Seungwoo giddy like this made you accept his request immediately

“Sure”

“What about IT?”

Oh boy

You guys have only been dating for a few weeks and you haven’t told him the fact that you were absolutely terrified of clowns and horror movies 

Needless to say, IT was not your cup of tea at all

You debated for a short moment over whether you should agree or not

But seeing Seungwoo smiling so widely and looking so happy made you immediately melt and shakily nod your head

“Put the movie on and i’ll make some popcorn” seungwoo jumped off the couch and walked towards the couch already taking out the popcorn bag

There was no going back so you thought that you might as well watch it

Opening up Netflix and searching for the movie, you already felt scared seeing Pennywise’s face on the movie’s poster

You decided to get out a few blankets in case you felt too scared and needed to hide in them

As Seungwoo came back with a big bowl of popcorn, putting it on the coffee table, he smiled seeing you all bundled up 

looking at you, he gently asked, “are you scared, y/n?”

“Of course not”

“If you’re too scared, tell me and i’ll turn the movie off, ok?”

And you, being the stubborn little shit you are, replied, “hey im not scared >:(((“

“Whatever you say, princess” he replied starting the movie

As each minute of the movie passes by, you subconsciously felt yourself inching closer to seungwoo

Around the 40 minute mark of the movie, you were pretty much glued to him

Chuckling, Seungwoo glanced down at you and puts his arm behind your shoulders 

Turning up to him, confusion obvious in your eyes, slightly blushing, you’re like “why did you suddenly put your arm around me”

And he just does that eye smile of his and replies with a “You looked cute, I felt like hugging you” and brings you in even closer

You = a tomato

His embrace made you less scared for a while but as you saw the leper zombie suddenly appear on the screen, you couldn’t stop a scream from escaping your lips and immediately put your head in the crook of seungwoo’s neck

Immediately, Seungwoo turned off the tv and put his arms around your body, hugging you

The only reply he got was a muffled sound coming from you

He chuckled slightly, “if you were scared, you could have just told me, you know? I would have been fine with any movie.”

You cautiously put your head up and take a peek at the tv to see if the zombie is still there

Pouting slightly, you replied, “but you were waiting for years for the movie to come on netflix. You looked so happy, i didn’t want to be a chicken shit and ruin everything :(((“

Cue deep sigh from seungwoo

“You’re so stubborn aish…”

“Can we cuddle for a bit? I’m scared :(((“

“My girlfriend is so stubborn and now she’s scared. Of course we can cuddle.”

Seungwoo is lowkey melting inside tho and his instinct to protect you and his motherliness are suddenly overcoming him

As you laid down with him on the couch, your face facing his, seungwoo smiled and suddenly pecks your lip without any warning

Putting your head on his chest, he just mumbles, “don’t be scared anymore, ok? Pennywise doesn’t exist. If he does, i’ll be here to fight it. I mean, i’ll probably lose, but if those kids can do it, so can i…”

And he just starts rambling and joking to try to make you laugh

“Seungwoo, can you just sing for me?”

Blushing a bit, he agrees shyly and he starts half-singing half-whispering soothingly

And eventually he realizes you just fell asleep

Carefully kissing your head gently, he smiles and he’s just like :’) “shes so cute” :’)

The end

Masterlist

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

hi i saw this on @fruityfreddie​‘s blog (bless bri’s heart) and wanted to do it so i could take a mental break from writing this joe smut (it is.... overwhelming rn) so here u go

A - age: 19 (my fake id says 21 tho lmao)

B - birthplace: buttfuck egypt, iowa (yee yee boys)

C - current time: 8:15ish pm

D - drink you last had: topsy’s cherry limeade 

E - easiest person to talk to: my bff since 7th grade and our friend from D.C. they’re literally my ppl i love them so much even if we are wildly different ppl

F - favorite song: rocky mountain way by joe walsh/the eagles depending on who you are (six blade knife by dire straits is a v close second)

G - grossest memory: i was on winter break in cancun just this past december with my cousins and some friends and in the middle of the night my cousin literally started throwing up in the resort room’s bathroom and while she was throwing up all of the tequila she shit herself through her WHITE pajama shorts. iconic moment truly but disgusting the picture of it still haunts me. side note: at the resort i very drunk-ly karaoked we are the champions and made friends with a girl who karaoked dont stop me now so the power of queen is truly almighty

H - horror yes or horror no: as long as it has a good plot yet. horror for the sake of horror like all that jigsaw shit is STOOPID imo

I - in love: nope just livin life for me

J - jealous of people: only jealous of anita dobson and that is that

K - is there no k???? alrighty then i’m adding “kryptonite” (your biggest weakness): champagne, curly hair (ugh i’d give it all up for mark ruffalo), and cats

L - love at first sight or should i walk by again: i’m actually pretty sure i’m allergic to falling in love because i’ve been told i’m a detached person unless i rlly know someone so like.... your feet might fall off before i actually fall in love w u

M - middle name: renee

N - number of siblings: two (a younger brother and an older sister)

O - one wish: i rlly wanna be able to secure my ideal position in the field i’m currently studying (Social Media Management) so for me that would be like... managing the social media of an actor, musician, or someone in the fine arts side of things. hehe

P - person you last called: my brother bc we passed each other on the road and he had his new gf with him and i wanted to meet her

Q - question you’re always asked: are you adopted? bc the rest of my family has brown hair, and 3/4 of the rest of my family has brown eyes, dark skin, and curly hair. now tell me how tf this fits in with any of that:

R - reading anything right now?: Four Days In November by Vincent Bugliosi (its about the kennedy assassination and its RLLY good i bought it when i visited dallas by myself last summer)

S - song you last sang: Sedona by Houndmouth hehe

T - time you woke up: 8:30 am bc college has literally made it so my body is up at 8:30 every day no matter how late i went to bed

U - underwear color: purple hehe they’re not cute i’m about to start my period so i’m preparing for the worst 

V - vacation destination: if we’re talkin where am i going on vacation next, no effing clue. i’m pretty much working all summer but I’m going to see The Struts in July and Queen + Adam in august so thats kinda a vacay??? but if its my ideal vaca destination then Southern Germany for sure

W - when was the last time you really laughed: this morning bc i took a video of me sneezing and then started crying bc it was so funny i wish yall could see it im fucking hilarious

X - x-rays: im genuinely lucky that i’ve never had to have xrays besides my FUCKED UP TEETH but i had braces way back in elementary so its been a big ol minute 

Y - your favorite food: honestly? creamy teriyaki cajun sauce on a penne pasta and if i feel like eating meat (a usually rare occasion) a lil chicken in there. slaps so fucking hard yall (meat makes my shtummy hurt)

Z - zodiac sign: Cancer (dont roast me i match with brian may we are one)

also i tag any of yall that wanna do it ugh the original rules are to tag 10 ppl and i dont even know 10 ppl on here im intimidated by everyone

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTERS 10 + 11

we had a week of peace and now we’re gonna get annihilated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i have no clue how long this liveblog may end up but hell and high water i’m combining them both

she tore the jade pendant from her neck and flung it into the darkness.

let’s give a warm welcome, to sadness,

i’m very excited for all-new cinder content hhhhhhh if u havent gathered by now I Love This Bitch and I Love Her Many Problems so im thankful for this gift 😞

Cinder was a ruin, her pride carved and served like slabs of meat.

i can FEEL diesel n kc rly patting themselves on the back for every bit of wet meat they can toss at me!!!!!!!!!! U HEAR THAT I CAN FEEL U!!!!!!!!!!! but also i still love this shit w/ all my heart!!!!!!!!!! IM NEVER GONNA STOP SAYIN IT

She had never looked at Glynda’s files.

im so sorry cinder baby but that whole thing? is still HILARIOUS oh my GOD i cannot believe you fucked up that badly. u shoved yr entire head into a beartrap. u absolutely crapped yr pants on that one. yr gonna be thinking abt that on yr deathbed,

/looks at the chapter title again

hhhhhhhh im. so pumped. its gonna be hard to talk abt most of this w/o doing a million fingerguns a minute but i’m gonna try my best

Cinder approached the mirror and touched its silvered face with black-tipped claws,

I SAID IM GONNA TRY MY BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She was iron barbs beneath the nail bed, glowing coals underfoot, the singular capacity to do harm. She was a beast, armed with fang and claw and a deep, dark void where her compassion should have laid, and she was dressed for dinner.

HHHHHH god YES THIS IS THE CINDER IM THIRSTY FOR............ i literally cannot say anything that isnt a massive 👈😎👈 but AAAAAAA

like im reading thru this and i cant cherry-pick lines this whole bit? is SO GOOD...  kc n diesel are Yet Again obliterating me w/ their mastery of the narrative style of offal hunt and i just love all of this i rly wish i could explain how offal hunt is EXACTLY MY BRAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! F U C K

The final touch on her mastercraft disaster: the four sawed-off horn stumps which grew among her silver-streaked hair.

HOOOO B O I i am. Losin it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER HORNS.......... CINDR...............

Wretchedly, she wondered: did Glynda even respect her now?

any other villain: my plan didnt work and im mad >:( cinder fall: my plan didnt work and now im mad but also mostly sad :(

CINDER’S TRYING HER BEST GOD.......... i literally hate how the remaster has made her So Soft, Actually... I BELIEVE IN U CINDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YR BEST

Every part of her was hot and hollow. She was sick with loathing.

i LOVE HER.... CINDER I HOPE U KNO THAT YR LOVED... god tho i dont like how SAD I AM RN... cinder’s so small and the world is so big and wants 2 Shit On Her blease

honestly like. im rly- LOOK I SAID THIS BEFORE BUT. this is why im rly lovin the new cinder content because in the first version we only got glimpses of her internal machinations and now we’re in full-blown Always Sad territory and everything is suffering :)

She blinked. Her double did not.

‘well’, thought murphy. ‘that’s terrifying.’

she’d only survived thanks to a keen instinct for danger, cultivated during her tenuous teenage years.

i NEED. I NEED. CINDER BACKSTORY. all these lil nuggets dont constitute a meal! I WANT A BIG MAC AND FRIES. WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS BABY DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also again. the body horror of offal hunt? peak content. Im Lovin It

its getting harder to divine what is and what is not a 👈😎👈 because we got bits sprinkled around and theres only rly a spoiler potential if u glue em all together so im still being extra careful and the answer is blared in everyones faces so this whole kondor scene will go uncommented unless some Bullshit Happens which it will, so,

When she had become so invested in Glynda’s approval? When had a desire to be recognized as something inhuman, something ferocious, something black and terrible and capable of keeping up with Glynda Fucking Goodwitch turned into this?

oh! oh! i have the answer! i do! i know the answer! it’s you a lesbian,

The spectres of her youth haunted this city, owl-eyed children and fox-eared teens. They’d been a second sort of family, the only kind she’d had within these walls, and she’d wondered what had become of them in the past decades, but…

It was too sentimental, and she wasn’t meant to be a creature of sentiment.

oh boy okay wow

okay so actually this bit made me cry??? fuck OFF im losing it!!!!!!!! LET HER BE SENTIMENTAL!!!! LET HER HAVE PPL TO CARE ABT!!!!!!!!!! IM LITERALLY CRYING IM GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!

She would go barefoot from this point on, her heels clutched at her side. When she left the hotel room to steal into the night, she promised herself not to look back.

im sorry im just. so sad rn. i havent cried over a fic in YEARS and we still have another chapter ago i hate this SO MUCH..............

here comes chapter 11 

if i cry even once more im going to stab!!!!!! im not sure what BUT ILL STAB!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even without his wings, the Manticore would easily have been twice the size of any of the other Grimm, far outstripping them in sheer bulk.

HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HATI HATI HATI

holy shit we actually get to see him this time!!!!!!!!!!! WE GET TO SEE THIS LEGENDARY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CHONCC,

also hes a manticore now which is, Radical, may i just say, and just a little bit sexy,

The effortless grace in each move betrayed power most Grimm would not live to achieve. Once he stood, he had to dip his head low to meet her eye to eye. His canines were the length of her forearm.

if u werent here for the remaster? we never even SAW hati but now hes here, hes Big, and rly thats all that matters,

Like a child who’d been allowed to lie and lie until at last they’d strangled themself in the web they’d spun, Cinder couldn’t speak. Could only wait on his verdict.

every single one of cinder’s inherent themes is killing me and this business w/ family? stop. im dying. this is rude

The scant space between them popped and cracked like an sparking flame, warm and effervescent, and this time, Cinder lingered, hugging Hati close.

IF I CRY ONCE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MEAN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF U ASSHOLES MAKE ME CRY ONCE MORE I WILL DOXX YOU,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaah im loving this content i rly dont have words for it dhjfgsdfgjh i just, rly like the words, and the order theyre in, and i honestly keep forgetting to liveblog it cause i just wanna READ EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tempting as it was—as it always had been, ever since she’d left the relative safety of the wastes and learned what happened to scraggly-limbed teens with horns and fangs and gleaming eyes—

with every chapter i desperately have 2 kno more abt baby cinder i HAVE to know i am so. UNBEARABLY CURIOUS... baby cinder what happened... what happened 2 u....

A lantern’s glow warmed her, bleeding into the darkness leeching at them both. It was a gentle gold across her skin, and like an answering signal from a distant outpost, Cinder saw a flush of light through the dark fur lining Hati’s throat, as though flames licked at his insides.

i forgot. that cinder glows like that when she feels Loved or full of pride and you know what i dont like these chapters. they were made to hurt me and i Dont Like That (im mclovin it)

From the safety of Hati’s neck, she found it easier—after all this time, he was still her bastion.

WHEN YOU REALISE? THAT YR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?? STOP,

For a regular person, the machine would be able to draw out short bursts of power, the likes of which no Semblance could ever channel. The taxation would eventually destroy the soul so deeply, so thoroughly, as to leave it empty for good.

For a Witch? For—

the fact. she cut herself off before she could think ‘for glynda’. has me on the FLOOR. this bit is just So Much i dont like it

Glynda Goodwitch would not abandon this hunt. Cinder knew it, had read it from her palms like an open book—Glynda Goodwitch did not know how to stop. If it had been anyone else on Remnant, they might never return, might never pull themselves back into action after today—but Glynda did not have a shred of self-preservation.

me, knocking against cinder’s head: u kno for someone w/ so many schemes in yr brain yr pretty dumb and gay, huh,

firstly let’s talk abt cinder’s “””””””””””””””””””self-preservation””””””””””””””””””” instin-- whats that? not found? yes

[Glynda’s] eyes were empty, hungry, insatiable.

i feel like ive read this line before! lets jump back a chapter--

In [Cinder’s] eyes, there was a subtle, endless hunger.

WAKE UP CINDER SHE’S YR SOULMATE!!!!!!!!!!! THE COFFEE’S READY U CAN SMELL THE BACON FROM HERE WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a fluid leap, they were in the air, the ground quickly shrinking beneath them. Pressing her face against his neck to shield herself from the wind, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was to come, trusting Hati to deliver her safely.

that said i ADORE my boy hati is literally the best part of offal hunt kc and diesel do not interact,

He was frozen in horrific anticipation, like watching an imminent tragedy and being absolutely helpless to stop it. Like all the tension was mixed with grief and hopeless, futile fear.

when will offal hunt be nice to me. when will any of these characters get to be happy. hello. im full of sadness.

The sound was like a saw working back and forth, but resonating inside her head, rattling every tooth in her jaw, deafening to her ears.

im literally gritting my teeth at this i can hear it in my own head and its Very Bad!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay god i can barely handle to quote anything more this bit is hurting ME so lets swiftly move on before I Die

Cinder closed her weary eyes, sinking into sleep like a shallow grave.

BE NICE TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE NICE TO HER JUST THIS ONCE, PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU,

They only knew death, only ever sought death; fangs and claws slicked with blood, magic rending meat and marrow apart, and everywhere that choking, scalding heat, spilled blood like magma, like the core of a planet.

hmm... that seems like a 👈😎👈 ~reference~

They were all alert, ears pricked, hackles raised like Hati’s. They all fixed on the same spot, somewhere beyond the darkness of the cave opening, and though she could barely think, she knew:

She was out of time. The Witch was here.

oh no.

okay so THATS CHAPTERS 10 AND 11! i only cried ONCE and u kno what thats. a Victory. these two chapters were VERY GOOD i rly loved em and i can tell new readers r gonna have a blast w/ this shit!!!!!!!!!! meanwhile i, a veteran reader, am full of peril,

terrible.

[oddeyecadia]

plance youtuber au

a headcanon-ish fanfic-ish crack-ish (idk what this is seriously but it’s kinda long) thingy for plance au week: free day. i'm posting this early cause why not?

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pidge

- channel: pidgeon

- has over 2 million subscribers and growing.

- posts mainly gaming and commentary videos

- not afraid to say whatever the fuck she wants

- shits on fortnite

- shits on instagram comedians, unfunny ex viners (esp lele pons and king bach, oh she hates those), musers, and almost all the cursed things on the internet

- "MONIKA DID NOTHING WRONG: DDLC Part 4"

- 👏 TECH 👏 REVIEW 👏

- gets demonitized every 2 seconds

- "this video is sponsored by best fiends... link in the description i'm on level 50 go try and beat me dipshits."

- hates vine refugees but uses too much vine references in her vids

- frequently collabs with asap science - posts cartoon/anime reviews sometimes cus she's a nerd with a lot of opinions

- cried when she got sponsored by crunchyroll - people love her hilarious snarky comments on everything.

- and her puns. liza koshy who?

lance

- is part of this youtube collab channel with almost 4 million subscribers, "voltron" along with keith, hunk, shiro, and allura

- they're like o2l but with more diverse members who makes various types of content

- with this gorgeous man named coran as their manager

- he has a solo/main channel tho but it's not very active. and it's full of meme videos.

- lance mainly does vlogs on voltron tho

- but like the ones that would always give his friends a heart attack

- he'd literally do anything for a good vlog

- from buying hunk a hundred gallons of orange juice to pranking shiro and keith with a fucking crocodile

- got srsly injured once bc of a stunt for a vlog

- his first words were "GET THE CAMERA" and then he vlogged all the way to the hospital

- sometimes he would post "skin care routine", "how i style my hair", and all that beauty guru stuff randomly out of nowhere and it would confuse his viewers but they'd watch it anyway

- did a song cover once. it broke the internet.

___

- their story started when pidge posted one of those smash or pass; youtuber edition, requested by some of her viewers. "i'm running out of video ideas for sat down saturday so instead of doing the boring old qna, let's do this instead. matt's here to help me."

- matt behind the camera: can you do date or pass instead?

- pidge: this ain’t girl defined, matthew.

- matt started saying random youtuber names and pidge carefully chose who to smash and to pass with her reasons. "the paul brothers?" asked matt. "kill" she answered with a blank face.

- "keith?" "smash" he then mentioned every single member of voltron and pidge confidently chose to say smash for all of them.

- except for lance that was.

- "what!?" matt exclaimed. "but he's hot!"

- "well yeah he's cute but he's kinda annoying. i don't know i just– he flirts with literally every girl in his vlogs, especially allura which is very obviously not interested. that's an automatic turn off. plus, he's obnoxiously loud."

- cue lance's offended gasp when he watched it while making his "reacting to people who smashed or passed me." video

- "well, i'm sorry for always drinking my appreciating women juice."

- pidge was the only one who said pass on him. literally. he tried to watch every smash or pass youtuber edition video out there and none of them ever said pass for him. for lover boy lance. does this girl had any taste?

- curiousity (and salt) haunted him, causing him to stalk all of her social media accounts, watching every single one of her videos (which entertained him but he wouldn't admit that)

- lance's salt didn't let him sleep that night

- pidge saw lance's video of course. her fans made sure to send that video to her in every social media. apparently, the whole internet was freaking out about their "beef." appreciating =/= flirting. she tweeted and ignored all the shit that came after.

- though it didn't stop lance and the internet to start a war.

- fast forward to vidcon. hunk and lance shared a room. hunk and pidge decided to do a collab for the two nerds had been fans of each other for a long time. lance saw pidge. pidge saw lance. they stare at each other in horror. hunk is best boy for not telling pidge that he and lance shared a room and for not telling lance that he'd be doing a collab with the girl who found him really obnoxious. hunk and pidge filmed their collab as lance sulked behind the camera, judging her every move. an idea then came to his mind.

- lance: that's it. we're doing a collab too

- pidge: dude wtf

- thus, lance went full shane dawson and the video "meeting my hater" was born

- it was basically lance trying to save his self esteem by asking pidge some questions

- "why do you hate me so much?" he asked. "i don't. i just find you annoying. i find a lot of people annoying." he still wasn't satisfied.

- pidge hung out with hunk for the rest of vidcon and became really good friends with voltron. she wasn't sure about lance though. he tried to befriend her yeah but in a "i'm trying to show you that i'm not that annoying" type of way, causing him to be more annoying.

- they found out that pidge's apartment was fairly near the voltron house, causing pidge to hang there quite often after vidcon, mostly for hunk but she also liked talking to allura as well as keith and shiro's company.

- lance? he took this opportunity to start some type of series, vlogging whenever pidge was near.

- here's a playlist:

meeting my hater

trying to make my hater like me

hater buys my clothes

target with hater

surprising my hater with a snake

surprising my hater with a puppy (an apology sequel)

beating my hater's ass at mario kart

- and so on

- the two then started to hang out more, not just for the sake of lance's series, but because they realized that they actually had a lot in common and they liked each other's company. a lot.

- eventually, pidge and lance did become really good friends.

- their dynamic was surprisingly a great one. they helped each other to grow as a person and as a youtuber.

- fans even noticed how lance slowly started to flirt less and less with every fucking girl he'd see because of how focused he was on trying to impress his "hater." until he wasn't flirting with anyone at all, even with allura which was a total shocker for everyone.

- they thanked pidge for that (they shipped pidge with lance because of that *cough* what?)

- lance would even be the one to visit her sometimes

- he would find himself talking to pidge whenever he would feel homesick for she was the one who understood this the most because, unlike the members of voltron, her family wasn't just a few drives away.

- lance took care of pidge. he was always making sure that she wasn't stressing herself out with too much work and too less rest like she'd usually do before she met him.

- pidge felt terrible for thinking so poorly of him.

- "i'm sorry." she said when they were watching a movie at her apartment. "for what?" he turned to her and their eyes met. when did they become this close? she could almost feel his breath on her face and it made things in her stomach flutter. "for being a 'hater'" she chuckled at the word. "i mean you're still kind of annoying for being too loud and wanting to kiss like a hundred girls but you're actually pretty amazing." his lips formed the sweetest smile and her cheeks burned. "thanks, hater. though, just so you know..." their faces moved closer and he continued "all i really want is to kiss one snarky girl one hundred times." and he did.

- lance then added a new video to his hater series "my hater loves me now and i love her more."

[yeoldontknow]

Hero: 9

Author’s Note: a short chapter this time, friends :( and likely not the most interesting, but it is very important! Sorry! BUT! PCY POV! always means ~politics abound~ i didn’t have time to make this as long as i wanted, but when i come back from vacation longer chapters will abound. we’re in the meat of the story now tho! i hope you all enjoy this <3 Song for this chapter: Bad Things - Tricky Genre: Vampire!Chanyeol; horror; thriller; suspense; drama; eventual smut Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Rating (this chapter): R (for the overall atmosphere) Warnings (this chapter): (wow i don’t think there’s really any?) Word Count: 3,625

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CHANYEOL

Death becomes him, he thinks. It suits him in a way that feels as though it were tailored just for him, follows in his shadows and never really leaves the soil beneath his fingernails because it wears him. It wears him like armor and never has he found it within himself to grieve or mourn this reality. Death belongs to him, is born from him, and allows him to feel free. 

Death is his armor but never his suitor, and only now, in the wake of Hero’s wide eyes and vicious tongue, is he starting to feel his control over death slip from his grasp. 

Standing on the armory roof, arms crossed and mind reeling, Chanyeol feigns an expression of reticence as he accepts the fact that death is shrouding him, for the first time, without his consent. Staring straight ahead, he wills his attention to be focused on the blanket of stars above his head or the soft glow of the streets below, but all he can see is Hero. For days he has been haunted by her, haunted by her smell and taste in the air, but now he is haunted by everything she comes to represent. Her presence means weakness. Her presence means the certain, complete erasure and shutting down of covens as all wasted souls are burned by her command.

Her presence means cataclysm.

From the moment he saw her, turning in the trunk to greet his eyes with a scowl, deep in the catacombs of his black heart he knew she was an omen. Speaking to her felt like releasing the latch of a bomb. Touching her felt like holding a flood between his hands. Standing next to her felt like being burned alive and reborn within the same moment, like standing next to the sun. All the times he pressed his back into his bed to cower away from the sound of her rushing blood, all the times he gagged himself on a shirt to avoid the taste of her sweat permeating the bunker, the delectable taste was not of vulnerable humanity, it was of war and now he knows why he tried to run from it.

Everything about her is a pull and lure, designed to tempt him to the edge of his existence. Everything about her spells his weakness, because she is persuasion personified, and no man could ever avoid his fate. 

But more than existing as his weakness, she is the unavoidable, unequivocal reality of war. 

When Jinsoo invited him into his coven, sat him at a table, and handed him a fountain pen sharpened to a fine point, Chanyeol knew that war was slithering beneath their feet like a political undercurrent. When he slid the pen across his wrist, took his blood as ink, and signed his name, he could smell it oozing off the parchment. When the deal soured, he could smell it on the tire tracks. But now, with Hero and the bonfire of her will to survive, he knows that war, battle, and torn limbs are unavoidable. There is no amount of negotiation or threatening to put an end to this, no scale for the amount of blood that will be spilled because it is limitless.

War began on the day of her birth and will only end after all the blood of the losing side has been spilled. 

He’s felt it before, the white hot burn of his gun against his back and the twitch in his fingers to pull the trigger, the nerves of his body preparing for the smell of blood before his mind accepts the toll. Usually, he relishes the sensation. Usually, he finds it both satisfying and happenstance, amounting to nothing more than a passing thrill or a necessary par for the course. He’s built a kingdom of slit throats and pulsing veins, necks tilting as if he were their axis, but now with a Reader, he’s less keen to tear flesh and break jaws. Before his eyes, the precipice of eradication had come to rest at his feet and, as he looks out over the city, he begins to see every landscape and every alternative become little more than scorched earth. 

This time, the death he senses has every possibility to be his own.

Perhaps most disturbing to him, most upsetting of all, is not so much the knowledge of these things, the sureness of them, it is the paradoxical fact that when he is near her, he feels invincible. To call her a weapon is an understatement, she is nothing short of a nuclear reactor beneath his skin. It takes all of his self-control not to become reckless in her presence because she is there and it is easy to assume she is his. 

The reality is that she belongs to no man. She is an island of power unto herself, and yet he is pulled to her shores like a lonely moon. The danger in her, the sheer violence of her mood and will, is the kindling to his flame, and he feels a pull to her unlike any other. This is the true horror of her nature, this is her true power. The ability to pull even the strongest men into her hold, the ability to tempt only with the possibility of victory, sex, and power.

At every turn, she surprises him, defies him, moves in a concentric circle of perpetual disobedience and he finds that he is glad for it, glad that she exercises her will at every turn. This is how he knows he change is already starting, knows that she has already begun to fill her purpose. She chooses to disobey his wishes and he finds that he is lenient. She fights him at every turn and he bends to her will.

At every turn, he will choose to protect her.

His thoughts are disrupted by the sound of the latch being pushed on the emergency exit door, though he doesn’t bother turning to greet the intruder.

‘Sire, we need you to review CCTV footage in the security room,’ Jongdae announces, a hint of urgency laced through the words.

Chanyeol can hear the tension in his voice, can hear the pressing need for action, but does not move. Tonight, he thinks urgency has no place. Tonight, he’d rather take his time for these may be the last expendable moments he has. Moving to hold his hands loosely behind his back, he speaks out and over the city in a calm, pensive tone.

‘Are you ready to die for this coven?’

Even with his back turned, he can sense Jongdae bristling at the question. Caught off guard, he prepares an answer in an even, respectful voice that masks his surprise.

‘You know my oath,’ is his plain reply.

Chanyeol smiles, releasing a soft laugh. It is a good and true answer, a very Jongdae answer, even though it is not the answer he wanted.

‘That was not the question,’ he states, though it comes out gentle and almost placid.

Jongdae approaches his right side, hands digging into the pockets of his trousers. He stands to view the city with the same air of concern and apprehension as Chanyeol and, for a moment, he thinks Jongdae has been reading his mind even though it is not his gift.

‘I was ready to die for the brotherhood the moment I agreed to turn,’ he explains, releasing a heavy sigh. ‘I believed you when you told me this was the only way we could fight.’ 

Chanyeol regards his second for a moment, studying the way he watches the clouds as though they are his children. As always, the affinity between them resonates, both their souls and spirits sky born and desperate to fly. As always, they watch the stars together with longing.

‘History may be repeating itself,’ Chanyeol announces, airily. 

Jongdae merely nods.

‘Then the question of death has come to face us once more, and you should already know my answer.’

Chanyeol nods briefly with him, only to stop and frown. ‘The day is approaching.’

‘You can sense it?’ Eyes still fixed on the sky, Chanyeol can almost hear Jongdae’s brown furrowing. He is trying to wade his way through Chanyeol’s meaning, sort through the words and come up with answers based on what he knows of their life together, though nothing could prepare him for the truth.

There’s no simple way for Chanyeol to tell him, no possible way to ease him into the news. What he says now will hurt Jongdae, hurt him deeply and force old wounds to bleed once more because there are some scars even time cannot heal. There is no easy way for him to say it, so he does the best he can with a kindness he’s not used to handling.

‘What I am going to tell you will influence the way you view the continuation of your life,’ he begins, his voice little more than a tepid pool of caution. ‘Our futures will be defined by this and we will need to hold a council meeting.’

He adds the last sentence in the hopes of keeping Jongdae focused, keep him from reacting in a way that would influence the weather. All he really succeeds is doing is forcing lines of worry to appear along his forehead, causing him to turn and face his sire with a look of unease. 

‘It’s been three centuries since we’ve had to do that,’ he says, warily.

Chanyeol nods, not fully inclined to meet Jongdae’s eyes. Not yet. Not when he’s starting to feel like a boy. Not when the words he needs to say feel like a secret that will ruin his childhood friend. Again.

‘I didn’t think we’d have to do it again so soon,’ he concedes with a shaking breath.

He decides then to just say it, to release it into the world without care.

‘Our human captive is a Reader.’

Beside him, light cracks of electricity begin to burst. They don’t touch him or burn him, they merely make the hairs on his arm stand to attention. Glancing to his side he can see green sparks dance between Jongdae’s fingers, jumping from one knuckle to the next, until many tiny sparks combine to form three long embers of lightning. He’s holding them in his hands, looking more like a god or Zeus than any maker or Sire he’s seen, and Chanyeol knows he is holding himself back. The way his arms twitch and fingers shake, the way his jaw clenches and unclenches, and his chest hardly moves as he holds his breath to keep his fangs in check. This is true rage and control, a beast living and dying without a single word being spoken.

And as quickly as it started, Jongdae pulls himself back under control and turns back to face the sky. Distantly, a crack of thunder rolls and echoes with no rain to follow.

‘So the end is near,’ he eventually declares, voice dry. 

‘One end is approaching,’ Chanyeol clarifies, turning back to study the moon. ‘It is up to her to decide which it is.’

A long, shuddering breath emerges from Jongdae’s chest, like he’s run for miles to get to Chanyeol. Perhaps, in his mind, that’s exactly what he’s doing. ‘So the change has started, then?’ 

Grateful for the change in subject, the move away from the fact she is a reader to what it means for Chanyeol, he finds himself relaxing into the topic with a crack of his neck. ‘From the moment I saw her, yes.’

‘Is that why you’ve been...indulgent?’ he asks, smoothly.  

Chanyeol scoffs at the word. ‘She doesn’t see it as such.’

‘Of course she wouldn’t,’ Jongdae agrees with a snort, ‘though it was for her protection.’

Chanyeol cocks his eyebrow and turns to face Jongdae. ‘Would you like to reason with her?’ he taunts. 

‘No, thank you.’

‘Yes,’ he sighs, turning back to the sky. ‘I imagine it must have been hard for her to feel static electricity on her skin for no reason.’ 

The memory of Hero’s face as she regarded all the coven generals at the ceremony floats through his mind, her eyes wide and confused as each member bewildered her more than the last. At the time, he thought it was just reckless indignation that made her squirm in discomfort, but now, with the realization that she is a Reader, he almost feels sympathetic towards the onslaught of sensations that must have wracked her body. In particular, he almost wants to apologize for having her look at Baekhyun without any sort of preparation. She must have been blinded.

‘I guess you could say I’m shocking.’

Jongdae’s joke filters through the night air, forced and out of place. It’s uncomfortable in its cadence, strained and almost bashful in its attempt to carry on and evade the reality that he is crumbling. But in its wake, Chanyeol finds himself smiling. For the first time in centuries, Jongdae stands before him as his childhood best friend and as a human.

‘Goodness, Jongdae, a pun?’ he mutters in teasing surprise. ‘Keeping Junmyeon at your side too long?’

‘Perhaps, though it could be the idea of death approaching making me feel light hearted.’ The clenching in Jongdae’s throat and the tightness in his voice gives him away, and Chanyeol is too happy to gloss over it in the pretense of keeping the conversation light.

‘Jongdae, we are the same age. You make it sound as though we are as old as the sun.’

‘It feels that way, from time to time.’

‘Jesus, you have been spending too much time with Junmyeon,’ Chanyeol laughs in disbelief. ‘Spend three days with Sehun, old man. Learn to smile again.’

With a disgruntled sort of chuckle, Jongdae turns to Chanyeol and fixes his face into one of professional impassiveness. ‘As wondrous as this conversation is, we do need you downstairs.’

‘Spoil sport,’ he concedes, straightening his back and preparing to let time move again. 

‘Trust me you will want to see it.’

In unison, they turn from the roof and head towards the door. He allows Jongdae to lead the way, turning back once more as he passes to regard the night sky. Catching up with the present makes him feel like he’s moving away from the man he was and sometimes thinks he’d like to be again. Catching up with the present makes his chest burn and his fingers instinctively twitch for a trigger, and it always takes him a moment to get used to the sensation of being at odds with himself.

‘Jongin is on security?’ he asks, building his voice back to its normal cadence of authority. 

‘Yes, until sunrise.’

They move through the hallway in silence, the footsteps of their leather boots echoing off the walls in soft, rhythmic patterns. It is rare that CCTV footage needs to be reviewed. Chanyeol thinks he can count the number of times they’ve had to watch a tape back on one hand, most intrusions clearly a halfling or an animal scurrying through the night. Whatever Jongin found must surely have alarmed the young vampire.

‘What’s happened?’ Chanyeol asks as soon as he steps through the door of the security room. He comes to stand behind Jongin, eyes immediately raising the the twelve screens connected to the wall in a square. Each screen shows a different angle of the coven perimeter, all in crisp black and white night vision.

Jongin types a series of codes into the DOS log box on camera 9, and the screen flashes twice before reverting back. The scenery looks the same, unchanged and uninteresting, with the only clue of a change being the time stamp dictating the screen is in the past.

‘This footage is from 02:00 hours, around the left perimeter bank,’ Jongin explains hurriedly. ‘I watched it back three times before alerting Jongdae.’

Chanyeol frowns, glancing from the screen to Jongin and back again. ‘A perimeter breach? Why didn’t the alarm sound?’ 

‘Well,’ Jongin begins, but hesitates. ‘Just look. You’ll see why.’

He taps the keyboard and the screen begins to play. For a moment there is nothing, no movement on the screen to raise any sort of alarm. But then, from the bottom right corner, a long line of static moves across the screen to the left perimeter wall. Blurred as though the tape itself were warped and torn, it doesn’t hesitate when it approaches the wall and merely moves through it at as though it wasn’t there at all.

Children are told stories from a young age that vampires have no reflections or are unable to be viewed through photographs and videos, their lack of a soul dictating there is nothing to be given back within the frame. While some myths of their kind are true, many are not, and no vampire is immune to the video capture of a military grade camera. And so it is clear this diversion was done on purpose, the necessity of movement under stealth planned and willingly enacted in a blatant move of disobedience and betrayal.

‘Well that’s one way to get out,’ Chanyeol mutters under his breath. ‘Wall phasing?’ 

‘It moves in the direction of Jinsoo’s coven,’ Jongin explains, pointing to the screen with his pen. ‘Look at the trajectory. It comes from the training hangar and out to the left flank. A figure waits along the banks, though I can’t make out who it is. It appears they were waiting for this arrival.’

He pauses the footage and zooms in on a dark, hooded figure lingering half inside the frame just beyond the barrier. It’s clothed, so not a halfling, though the image is not clear enough to discern who or what it could be. 

‘Keep an eye on this side of a perimeter for a halfling,’ Chanyeol demands. ‘This could be who is making them. Possibly a team, of sorts.’

‘We have a mole,’ Jongdae announces, voicing Chanyeol’s concerns. ‘Who knows how long he’s been inside.’ 

Since the arrival of the Reader, Chanyeol had been moving and placing his chess pieces in preparation of defense. Every action he had taken had been in the guise of proving the deal had been tarnished before it had been signed, though he had no true discernible proof beyond gut instinct. But now, he supposes, the proof he has found is much worse than all his fantasies.

Until Sehun’s initiation, the last time a new member had been brought to the coven was over seventy years ago. While he was unable to place a name to the mole, their visage hidden away and kept secret by the nature of their power, it was certain they had been planted years before the deal had even been concocted. There was no telling how much information had been filtered over to Jinsoo throughout the past century, at least.

And it makes sense now, he thinks, for a Reader to fall so inelegantly into his lap. The winds of change and war have been blowing so long, he’s almost surprised she didn’t arrive sooner.

‘Do we notify the brotherhood?’ Jongin asks, though his tone does little to mask his anxiety.

Young, though having lived through and survived two coven wars, Jongin always approaches battle with the cautious eyes of a boy. Chanyeol appreciates it, finds that, after so long of willingly tears jaws apart, the softness in Jongin’s voice grounds him and forces him to consider loss of life before loss of bullets.

‘We cannot alert the coven of the betrayal, not until we know who it is,’ Chanyeol says, curtly. ‘For now, we act normally and lay low to prevent suspicion. We need to remain a unified front.’ 

‘Sire, there’s still the chance of an attack from within,’ Jongdae says with a scowl, eyes trained back on the screen.

For a moment, Chanyeol considers this. He runs through all his options and finds that he is glad Sehun was initiated before this discovery. He’s glad Sehun spent so long toiling in the armory. 

‘We notify our suppliers. Start with blood and weapons,’ he orders. ‘This will be Sehun’s first operation. Tell him to prepare.’

‘We should change the locks on each supply door. Only you and I keep the keys,’ Jongdae claims, rolling immediately along with the thoughts in Chanyeol’s head.

‘Yes, but we should give keys to Minseok,’ he affirms. ‘Junmyeon remains at your side often enough, and Minseok leads our security banks. We can’t leave him unprepared.’

At this, Jongdae nods and leaves the room, heading in the direction of Minseok’s bunker.

Chanyeol turns his eyes back to the screen before him and studies the shape of the blur, studies the dark figure at the side of the frame, and begins to imagine every action he decides to take as a domino.

‘There will be a council meeting before dawn,’ he murmurs to Jongin. ‘Please prepare.’ 

He doesn’t have to look at Jongin to know that a myriad of thoughts and emotions are passing over his face. 

‘Sire, it’s been -’

‘Yes, I know,’ he says cooly, cutting the him off.  ‘I regret that it has to be so soon for another.’

Council meetings are never to be taken lightly, only taking place when Chanyeol feels he needs the voices of all his generals to guide him through turmoil.

Council meetings are always the start of war, the first round table of action to reaction; conversations preceding the loss of blood.

The last time a council meeting occurred with a Reader in existence, at least in Chanyeol’s lifetime, was the week before he died.

History, he thinks, seems to be repeating itself.

[the-v-gan]

☆…SHOULD WE KNOW US A LITTLE BETTER TAG…☆

Tagged by @marksonislovely (thanksssss mommmm ♡)

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20ppl… THE LAST: 1. Drink: water 2. Phonecall: Home 3. Text message: my friendu @blurguppy 4. Song you listened to: GOT7 ‘Go higher’ (you can imagine me turning up on the bus as i travel to school) 5. Time you cried: the two nights before (I watched Fly in Seoul Final and the boys was just so emotional and my heart just) 6. Dated someone twice: nope (i am a virgin at dating, so don’t even ask) 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no (i am also a virgin at this) 8. Been cheated on: ehhhhhh if friends are considered, yes. (I SWEAR) 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: ?? (what is this even) 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope (also virgin at this omg i need a life)

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Red, white, blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yeahhhhhhh

16. Fallen out of love: Fell in love instead (with 7 boys) (where all my ahgases at)

17. Laughed until you cried: always

18. Found out someone was talking about you: nope (no shade pls)- WAIT THERE WAS

19. Met someone who changed you: yessie  ♡

20. Found out who your friends are: yes, in a good way

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope (i am a child ok someone teach me on how to live a life) (and my facebook is prolly ded)

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: ehhhhh idk haaaaaaaaa once again what facebook

23. Do you have any pets: no (I want a golden retriever and all the types of dogs omg♡)

24. Do you want to change your name: nope nope nope (even though my friend has brought back that spongebob joke)

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: dinner with my fam; received gifts from friends omg they are the sweetest

26. What time did you wake up: what is wake up, more like wake me up inside (i cant wake up)

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: drawing mark’s ceci photos until my eyes felt like it was falling out

28. Name something you can’t wait for: graduation (??) (i want my diploma)

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: an hour agoooooooo 

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: hmmmmm maybe my sweat glands (am i answering this right) because my skin is raining 24/7 i swear its hot all the time out here.

31. What are you listening right now: listening to the sound of the air conditioner in the quiet lab (and i heard footsteps in here) (this place isnt haunted right)

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no, but I have talked to someone called Jerry (tom holland talk to me pls)

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: when someone gets butthurt so easily and is gets salty about it like what even 

34. Most visited Website: tumblr is bae

35. i don’t know what the question was haha + 36. same + 37. same -no idea what this is but anyway+38 same (i’ll just go in order by number ha) what?😂 (what is this what is this what is this ok i should move on)

38. Haircolor: brown black-ish (i have been on this earth for 18 years and i still dk what color is my hair)

39. Long or short hair: medium (ah ha not even in the options of this question)

40. Do you have a crush on someone: yes (always, on all the hot boys) (in kpop) (ok srsly, yes)

41. What do you like about yourself: i love that i love food and I can draw (does that count ok idk lalalalala) (draw all my baes wooohooooooooo)

42. Piercings: one on each ear

43. Bloodtype: A

44. Nickname: Squrriel (i freaking swear this bobsponge joke)

45. Relationship status: single ladies all the single ladies

46. Zodiac: LEO LEO LEO LEO 

47. Pronouns: he, she

48. Favorite TV Show: 13 reasons why and if anime counts, attack on titan (s3 next year yayyyyyy) and if kdrama counts, Weight-lifting fairy Kim Bokju (i ship)

49. Tattoos: nope nope

50. Right or left hand: rightie ♡

51. Surgery: nope nope (unless my birth was counted) (ok maybe not, natural birth babyyyyyyyyy)

52. Piercing: errrrrrr my ears (?) (i answered that?)  refer to 42

53. Sport: i am an unhealthy artist who sits on her ass all day

55. Vacation: been to hongkong, malaysia, thailand and taiwannnnnn (i wanna go to oppa-land aka S.Korea aka where my baes are at)

56. Pair of trainers: what does this question mean ok someone help 

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: I love home cooked food, preserved foods, outside food (i love food)

58. Drinking: water is bae

59. I’m about to: go buy food (after i answering everything) (when will this end)

61. Waiting for: this to end (my stomach is screaming at me)

62. Want: happiness to the world and health to my fam and friends

63. Get married: waiting for one of my 7 husbands to accept my proposal ok but srsly, yes i hope.

64. Career: unemployed; futurn intern who needs cash now (hire me pls) 

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs (i havent done this kissing thing omg)

66. Lips or eyes: eyes 

67. Shorter or taller: taller for bae but anything fits

68. Older or younger: age is just a number (its actually a word haaaaaa)

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms (btw have yall seen mark tuan’s arms omg i died and revive and died again)

71. Sensetive or loud: loudddddd (no sensitive omg i cant take that)

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship (duh)

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no no no (why)

75. Drank hard liquor: nope (i am alrdy going to be 19 and i havent done shit)

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i have been wearing them (my glasses) for more than a decade, i would slap myself if i lost them

77. Turned someone down: i got no one to turn down (cries into the abyss) 

78. Sex in the first date: nooooooooo what this even i havent even kissed anyone whatttttt

79. Broken someones heart: errrrrrr idk (maybe that boy in preschool) (he was shorter than me and was butthurt) (but it was just tru)

80. Had your heart broken: yes (irl and also by all the korean boys who are snatching my hearts ok stahp yall)

81. Been arrested: um not arrested but got arrested into the got7 fandom haaaaaaaaaa guilty

82. Cried when someone died: yup

83. Fallen for a friend: hmmmmmmm no yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: errrrrrrr most times

85. Miracles: YES

86. Love at first sight: yes (still waiting for this to happen irl)

87. Santa Claus: I believed in santa because i thought my dad was santa 

88. Kiss in the first date: no (once again i have never tried this)

89. Angels: yes

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: grace

91. Eyecolor: dark-brown

92. Favorite movie: i am a trash for good movies esp horror (even tho i get scared all the time and ask myself why all the time)

Tagging: @umma-jy @wang7gae @marksseunie @bxmbxmn @blurguppy @emiipopo @the-assgoblin (i need more tumblr friends omg help)

do it if you wanttttttt (so that i can readdddd)

[localbirdprince]

Halloween Questions!

I was tagged by @arianneunity thank you lovely <3 

1. Favorite horror or Halloween-themed song? –This is Halloween  by marilyn manson

2. Name something you wouldn’t want to run into in a dark forest or in an abandoned building? –small children

 3. Have you ever played with a ouija board? Nope

 4. Favorite horror monster or villain
Favorite villain Joker  I guess

 5. The creepiest thing that’s ever happened while you were alone?  One night I woke up, and you know that feeling you get when you are playing hide and seek and the person who is it looks right at your hiding place, so you hold your breath to not make a sound? Well I had that feeling, and it felt like something was in my body and held me down so I couldn’t get up.  It was terrifying. Also talked with my dad about it a couple of days later, and he said he had the same experience a couple of years ago right after his heart surgery.  

 6. If you were dared to spend the night in a “haunted house,” would you do it? Sure, if it was with friends.

 7. Are you superstitious? Not really

8. Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision? Haha yes and they give me spook

 9. Which urban legend scares you the most? Idk, can’t think of one now

10. Do you prefer gore or thrillers? Thrillers

 11. Do you believe in multiple dimensions or worlds? Multiple dimensions?
yes and no. I like the thought, and I defiantly believe there is something more to this world, but idk about multiple dimensions. Would be cool tho

 12. Ever made a potion of any sort? Yes, used to do it more often when I was practicing wiccan.

 13. Do you get scared easily? I get startled  or spooked easily, but can’t say I get really scared scared

 14. Have you ever played Bloody Mary?
yeah, but guess I am pretty far down on the guest list, still waiting.

 15. Do you believe in demons/the devil? No (but humans tend to make me think differently)  I do however believe in evil spirits or negative energy.

 16. You’re home alone but you hear footsteps in your house, what do you do? This have happened to me before, and all I did was sit really still and whispered fuck

 17. If you got trapped in one scary movie, which would you choose?

Dorian Grey, so I could enjoy the gay before I died

18. If you could only wear one Halloween costume for the rest of your life what would it be?

Vampire style I guess

19. Would you ever go to a graveyard at night?been there done that

 20. In a zombie apocalypse what is your weapon of choice? I really want to be a fancy and say sword or something, but really tho tanks filled with food a++ survival game strong

 21. Would you rather go to a Halloween party or go trick or treating? Trick or treating, cause childhood memories

 22. You’re in a horror movie. Are you the final girl, the first to die, the comic relief, the skeptic, the smart one, or the killer?

10/10 the killer

23. Do you have to watch something happy after watching a horror movie so you can go to sleep?nope, my thoughts hunt me anyway

 24. Whist watching scary movies, are you the person who yells at the characters, the person with their eyes covered the whole time, or the person who falls asleep?

I yell

25. . Are you the one who gets scared, or the one who does the scaring?Both is good

 26. Favorite scary book?damn this is hard! My babies can’t choose

 27. How old were you when you saw your first horror movie?around 10 I think ?

 28. What was your first Halloween costume?Boy hit by car. I basically wore a t-shirt with a wheel mark and lots of blood, I used it for like 3 years when I were little

 29. What are you going to be for Halloween this year?haha don’t even ask me, I usually decided in the day, go with the flow

 30. If you could have a spooky Halloween pet (black cat, owl, bat, rat, wolf), what would you pick? wolf, but realistically with caring and such for the animal a black cat

 31. Which Halloween movie is your go to each year?  The Nightmare before Christmas, but lately I’ve added over the garden wall to my list

 32. Do you have any favorite Halloween memories? 
Yeah when we were younger some friends and I were trick or treating, and there was an elderly couple who didn’t know what Halloween was so we explained it to them, and  they were real sweet, and eventho they didn’t have any candy they gave us cheese, crackers and raisins cx

I tagg: @i-hitched-a-ride-with-my-soul, @kraakesolvet, @willowmere, @drakensimon @mindflowingwater

[happycakestories]

old mx fic dump pt. 7

some particularly notable aus --  they stand out for the imagery/themes or how much i personally invested in the story

rusalka au - still love the idea of a drowning kind of love, myths of alluring water creatures, and the wet, decaying rot of old eastern european mansions - the kind that still seem to grow, wholly alive, within the marshes

cowritten w a friend who made a cool graphic :)

honey’s mom is a rusalka and his father is a korean ambassador or whatever, she was supposed to lure the dad in and kill him but she falls in love with him and gets married to this mortal, he builds a house for them near the lake she came from, she hears the voices of her brothers and sisters calling her and telling her to go back, slowly driving her insane the longer she keeps away from the water

This undead rusalka is not invariably malevolent, and would be allowed to die in peace if her death is avenged. Her main purpose is, however, to lure young men, seduced by either her looks or her voice, into the depths of said waterways where she would entangle their feet with her long red hair and submerge them.

when honey is born she gets remorseful bc he’s half a fae and she condemned him to be shunned and also his nature is supposed to be inherently dangerous so she tries to keep him away from bodies of water of any kind

but rusalki need water to live so she has to stay in the tub for a loong time very often

lots of childhood memories of him grabbing a stool and scooching to the edge of the tub as she blew pink bubbles at him

honey wonders why he’s not allowed to go near water bc he’s a child and children are nosy and during a family outing when his mom is distracted he explores and gets lured into the water bc the other rusalki kinda want to kill him to get revenge on his mother but he’s half fae and he manages to escape

when he comes back he’s changed, he has blue eyes and her fears are confirmed

so that night after saying goodbye to her husband and son she goes back to the lake and makes a deal with her brothers and sisters, she goes back with them but they must promise they’ll leave her son alone

everybody tells honey his mother drowned, but he’s suspicious bc she never went near any body of water, so he investigate and approaches the lake and sees young, beautiful rusalki floating under the water, his mother is there too but she looks so different and totally not human, he runs away in fear  and after this he develops a terrible phobia  of water bodies

every night he hears his mother sing and call him, trying to lure him in, so his father for fear of his mental health decides to move, but everywhere they go in russia, honey’s mother finds them and haunts him, so his dad decides to go back to korea, where he marries hyolyn who is the daughter of some fancy ass noble family and honey comes to love her like a good stepson but he cant forget about his mom, who is like a ghost to him, and he cant help but wonder if the memories he had of her before she drowned are even real

then he’s introduced at a fancy ass party, and honey is super shy bc he doesnt know anybody and his korean isnt that good, but at the party there’s ck too, the son of a general, and he’s a little nerd and also doesnt have many friends and he sees this super pretty boy with the most unusual eyes

and he notices this super pretty boy with the most unusual eyes

and he's shy bc his korean isnt too good also living in russia he doesnt have any friends here

who is looking around nervously since he doesn't know anyone or the language well enough

and ck falls in love at first sight bc he's shy too and a bit nerdy and doesnt have many friends

for the first time he's the one that approaches someone else

he goes over coughing out an awkward "hi" as he leans against the wall next to the other boy

blue eyes perk brightly at his prescence and the other boy also lets out a soft hi in return

it's thick and clumsy and ck immediately recognizes the slavic accent

he takes a chance and switches to russian, re-introducing himself again in the other language

he's immediatly bombarded by rapid fire russian, the blue eyed boy jabbering away with relief in his eyes AND LIKE IM IMAGINING THIS 1910's SALON YKNOW, and the two boys huddled in a corner speaking in russian

and i was thinking that they become friends and ck notices his friend is weird, he doesnt want to go swimming in the pond in summer and sometimes he looks at water with authentic terror in his eyes

but he doesnt know he's afraid to see a face under the surface

i'm figuring they're around 12-13 at this point?

jooheon's still fully draped in a high colored blouse and pants

manyeo0

YES and at first he didnt want to let ck go into the water because he was afraid his mother would snatch him

happycakeycake

won't even take off his shoes near the water

OOH GROWING UP TOGETHR

but Ck is also so genuinely enthusiastic about going to swim

so he decides to follow him to at least watch over him

but he is NOT GOING IN

"i don't understand, i mean its just pool water..." changkyun mutters even as instant regret fills his chest at the other's shaking form

happycakeycake

there has to be a scene where jooheon totally looks feral and ck is actually scared

i want dangerous jooheon sorry woops

manyeo0

that we can get man, maybe the one time honey (as an adult tho) gets into the water

and ck is scared and turned on at the same time

happycakeycake

omg DUDE what if he almost gives into his instinct

and drowns ck

manyeo0

also my dude i want this fic to be FILTH Y

happycakeycake

but he snaps back in time

manyeo0

and then cue underwater sex like in movie

happycakeycake

to push ck back to the surface and onto the bank

manyeo0

s

happycakeycake

HOHA

manyeo0

yes man

i want the filth

manyeo0

romantic, pretty filth

happycakeycake

AND HE LOOKS UP INTO BRIGHT EYES, PUPILS SLITTING INTO THIN LINES OF BLACK

LIKE AN IDLE BOAT DROWNED INTO TWO ENDLESS POOLS

HE CAN'T LOOK AWAY

manyeo0

YES

happycakeycake

BUT HE GREW UP SO MUCH

manyeo0

WAHAHAH AND THATS THE ONE TIME JOOHEON ISNT THE SUB

happycakeycake

OH POWERBOTTOM JOOHEON COUGH

manyeo0

OOOH MAN

manyeo0

YES

happycakeycake

OMG OF COURSE

manyeo0

fucking on the riverbank

happycakeycake

like reeds and fallen petals from the water clinging to his body as he pulls onto the bank

pushing ck down onto the mossy ground

he can feel the wetness sinking in through his clothes but he can't bring himself to move

not with jooheon sat naked and wet as the day he was born, staring down at him

manyeo0

joklkllflfklfkfdlkd

happycakeycake

and then he gets ridden an inch withinhis life woops yep i can't write porn anymore

manyeo0

AND HE'S LIKE "I SHOULD BRING U TO THE RIVER MORE OFTEN WHOOPS"

happycakeycake

and all he gets in a response is sharp teeth against his neck, biting harshly before pressing a soft kiss against it

he shivers but makes no move to shrink away

manyeo0

my aesthetic for this fic is lots of water and lots of filth

happycakeycake

i love that please

and dark green moss

dark woods with decaying trees sticking out of rivers

manyeo0

maybe ck gets sent to one of those military schools

happycakeycake

nooOOOOOO

omg but when he comes back

manyeo0

and honey keeps studying at home and they only see each other when ck is back home but they write letters

happycakeycake

both of them would 've changed so much

YES

and ck gets progressively worried as the letters become rambled and messy

manyeo0

MGMGD

happycakeycake

jooheon's thoughts jumbling into conflicting opinions about the rivers and lakes

JOOHEON KINKILY DROWNS GUNHEE

happycakeycake

there's something so satisfying in the way the other man's eyes dull and his heartbeat lulls to a stop against jooheon's own chest

manyeo0

IOFOFJSMSMDN

he'd be horrified if he knew man

also i posted the thing

happycakeycake

he can't hold himself back from stealing the man's last breath of air with a searing kiss

swallowing his last gasp and sealing their mouths together until he grows completely limp in jooheon's hold

happycakeycake

oh my god but like what if changkyun totally saw that poor man walk into the lake

manyeo0

OJJDJDDDKKS

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and jooheon rises out of the surface, only able to whisper out a "hi" as changkyun's eyes widen in horror

and then the whole sex scene happens

manyeo0

OGHH HIT

YES

happycakeycake

except he totally forces him during it to promise to forget about it

i just want a scene of jooheon reveling in the extent of his full powers, breathing in the scent of the waters as the moon drapes across his skin

and changkyun can only watch to the side, terror and awe all mixed into one

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The dry gravel gives way under Changkyun’s boots into the ever-familiar softness of wet moss, as he makes his way back home.

Hoseok always jokes that he’s going to become a forest hermit one day, but what with the continually mounting stress at work, the younger sergeant is starting to seriously consider it as a viable option.

Even the annoying scratch and tug of wild branches against his uniform seems almost playful and comforting this evening. His uniform coat, brocaded with a once-flourishing embroidery of a yellow bird, is slung casually over his shoulder as the forest gives him its usual clinging welcome.

It wouldn’t be quite an exaggeration to say that he was forest-dweller, since he had literally settled down inside a patch of quiet, secluded woods, easily buying up an acre or two of unused land to live on.

The dense underbrush finally opens to a quiet grass bank. It’s perpetually secluded - the forest hunching inwards like a mother, leafy arms spreading wide to block out almost all traces of sunlight. Everything flourishes in the dark, moss and mud squishing wetly underfoot as they appear in larger and larger pieces towards the pond.

Well, it’s more of a lake than anything: deep and dark enough to hide any man’s secret. Dilapidated trees, raised half mast in the water, reach with stiff branches for any kind of light, even as they inevitably rot deeper into the water with each passing day.  

And all of this is Changkyun’s home.

He plops down at the edge of the bank with a content sigh, relaxing fully even as freezing wetness seeps through his trousers. His reflection is clear and unbroken when he leans over the water, a perfect mirror image of serious brows and slim cheeks.

He leans closer, enough so that his nose could kiss against his mirror self’s, his hair could dip against the dark surface, and his lips could press a cold greeting to his home.

His face is only a millimeter away from touching the lake when he’s grabbed and pulled face-first into the water, pale wrists and outstretched palms flashing across his vision to latch onto his collar.

The initial panic and breathlessness soothes over when a familiar softness fastens itself wetly over his frozen scream. His vision shadows over, and Changkyun can’t tell if his eyes or closed or if it’s the unreachable darkness of the water.

Either way he pushes back, hands coming up to grope for full cheeks and bare shoulders as he bites against a plush mouth. A gasp comes out, muffled into tiny air bubbles, rising and popping towards the lake surface.  

In a few seconds he follows, gasping and collapsing onto the bank, mouth raw as it’s assaulted by the chilling air. He sits up as quickly as possible, lungs protesting and limbs groaning when he raises himself up to glance toward the water.

Vectored ripples streamline across the surface, flowing into a direct stop in front of his dangled legs. The bottomless reflection breaks into a pale face and lake-slick hair -  slitted pools of blue that sit atop of round cheeks which bunch into dimpled glee.

“Darling!” pierces through the air as a happy shout from pink lips, cupid��s bow arching in obvious delight. The cooed syllables roll off in thick Russian, curling gutturally through a taut throat.

“How was your day?” Changkyun replies simply, switching abruptly to Korean and exaggerating each word teasingly as he watches his lover frown in immediate discontent.

“I- miss - missed you,” Jooheon slowly replies, choosing each word with careful consideration as he forces away the Slavic sounds fighting to escape through his throat.

It all started many, many years ago, in Russia, Vladimir district, in a villa next to a lake.

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The thing Jooheon liked the most about his mother was her hair.

Most of the time she wore it pinned on top of her head, or coiled in elegant braids that framed her face. When she let it down it fell in heavy, wavy tresses, red and shiny as polished copper. She let him run his little hands through the silky locks, and sometimes he helped her untangle the most stubborn knots with her favourite silver brush. It was difficult to choose the thing he loved the most about her, because in his mind Mother was absolute perfection: she was beautiful and wise, she had strong and nimble hands and the softest voice he had ever heard.

Jooheon had inherited her pale hair and pale skin and her heart shaped lips, but the cut and shape of his eyes, their colour, those were like his father’s, Mr. Lee. He was an ambassador from Korea, which was very far away from Russia, and didn’t look like his wife at all. He even spoke a different language, and hired a teacher who taught Jooheon how to write and speak it correctly. It sounded strange to Jooheon’s ears, and so different from the lazy drawl of Russian, but he did his best because it made Father proud and Mother happy.

Not that his father was home much: he spent most of the year in Moscow to tend to his business, which made Jooheon’s mother sad, though she tried not to let it show. She wasn’t very happy in that big wooden villa all by herself, with only her little son, his teachers and a couple of maids to keep her company. Jooheon was very young at the time but he understood that his mother felt lonely and he always tried to do his best to cheer her up.

She especially got a wistful, far-away look in her eyes when she glanced at the lake next to the house, which was strange, since she never even walked close to it.

In fact, she seemed to have a deathly, unbreakable fear of all bodies of water, not just the lake, but rivers and small streams too. Jooheon was forbidden to go near water, not even on hot summer days when he would’ve loved to take a swim in the mossy lake to refresh himself. His doctor had suggested it once and Mother had been so upset she had almost thrown the poor man out of the door.

One day, Jooheon had asked her about it. He was sitting on the cold tiled floor of her bathroom, his fingers idly tracing the shape of one of the bath’s clawed brass feet, while his mother blew rose-perfumed bubbles at him. “Mother, why are you afraid of water?” His mother had let out a very unlady-like snort “Why do you ask that, pchelka? I’m taking a bath in water right now, am I not?” Little Jooheon had scoffed, knowing she didn’t intend on answering his question seriously. “I don’t mean that! I mean, why are you scared of the lake, or the streams and rivers? Why don’t you ever want to go swimming in the lake?”

This time, his mother had glanced at him through narrowed, impossibly blue eyes, so different from his own, and he had felt a sort of chill go through him. It felt like looking down a well full of icy cold water, knowing it could suck you in at any moment.

“I’m not scared of anything, pchelka. I just don’t like moving water too much. You never know what’s hiding beneath the surface. Something might grab your pretty little foot while you’re swimming and you’d never see the light of day again!” She had started tickling him then, his laughter bouncing through the tiled walls, and every thought about water and its mysterious depths was momentarily forgotten.

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It all came back to him one day, a couple of years later.

At seven, Jooheon was still a small, pudgy boy with round dimpled cheeks and curly blonde hair. His mother and all the maids doted on him, they called him pchelka, solnyshko, angel. His father - those rare times he saw him, for he still spent the best part of his time in Moscow - wasn’t as affectionate, but he seemed satisfied with his progresses and always brought him presents from the city, such as intricate egg puzzles, imported sweets and books.

Mother received silver combs shaped like dragonflies, silk dresses that floated around her figure like gentle waves, and more diamond necklaces and earrings than she could possibly wear in that secluded house in the forest, where nobody could see them. Her only chance to show her off where the fancy parties Ambassador Lee attended in Moscow. On some occasions, he brought his family along, his wife (“my lovely Dar'ja” as he would introduce her) as radiant as ever, his little son adorably awkward, nervous from all the attention he would get as a mixed child born of an Asian man and a Russian woman.

Jooheon didn’t like those parties much, they felt so fake and stifling, and he was always immensely glad to be back to his quiet villa by the lake, with its creaky wooden floors and the fading paintwork on the walls.

There was something about the perpetual wetness of the wood - the way it creaked and gave way underfoot, as if the water in it had made it alive, shift, and grow with every slap of his chubby feet.

The city maids always shook their heads at the mess, stomping their heels in disgust at clumps of rich moss creeping up in damp corners and whispering about how it’s not good for the mistress nor the young master, for that matter, to be in these kinds of conditions. For all their hard efforts though, one rainy day later and the lake would be back to its original state: creaky, wet, rich, and alive.

As much as his mother guarded against lakes or any form of wild contact with water, Jooheon can see the unfiltered want behind the frenzied fear in her pale eyes. He understands the feeling - the same pull rising up within him every time his bare toes gripped dewed grass, every time the splatter of rain on his windows sent him into a panic, nerves driving him into a state of suspended alertness.

It’s these moments where he and his mother sought each other out, simultaneously as if on instinct. She would cradle his pulsing head to her chest, wrapping her own thinly clad, nightgowned body around his own, their hearts pounding to the same erratic rhythm. It’s the only thing that can calm him down enough to sleep: the fiery curtain of his mother’s loose, long hair soothing him safely back into the land of dreams.

"pet” / mafia au

GENERAL AESTHETICS:  “it got her on her knees like religion” “every saturday night i get dressed up to get ready to ride for you baby” “movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay” “so imma care for you, you, you, you, yeah” “if i cannot move heaven, i will raise all of hell for you”

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Playlist: “le noir” by bap, “ribbon in the sky” by bap → only for action scenes maybe, “Galaxy” by Ladies Code, “All about You” by Taemin → beginning 1st part of video  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEURku1dTfU), “move” by taemin, “in the night” by the weeknd, “Wires” by the neighborhood-Minhyuk?, “White Noise (Chinese Version)” by EXO - in Jooheon’s absence, MAYBE TAEMIN STUFF IN GENERAL (Press It album - song → sexuality→ Until Today (it's perfect!!!) → Ace → Experience), “Burning Desire” by Lana Del Rey, “Gangsta” by Kehlani, BANKS MUSIC,

Scenes:

Confrontation: “We only wanted to rough him up a little for show,” Minhyuk sighs, nudging a hard toe against the soft, pale flesh of Jooheon’s thigh. The pet whimpers, warbling and desperate, and tries to shuffle away on bound, bloody knees. The same shiny black dress shoe comes stomping down over bare skin a second later, dragging out a raw cry of pain from between Jooheon’s torn lips. Jackson digs stinging half-moon crescents into his palm with the bloody tips of his blunt nails. Still, he stays silent.

“But, well-” the slender man kneels down on one leg, all coiled grace and deadly power as he takes Jooheon’s stained cheek in hand with feigned tenderness. “He made it a little too hard for us in the process,” a thumb digs into the exact spot where Jackson knows a dimple would sit during a deep smile, and Minhyuk smiles benevolently, “didn’t you pet?”

Minhyuk + jooheon interactions:

The bargain: Jackson reaches for the man, the leader’s outstretched hand, making sure to keep his fingers strong. Judging from the other’s pointed grimace, it’s a little too much. He bares his teeth in a smile anyway.

“Welcome, Wang Jia Er.” He keeps his expression open. “Please, call me Jackson.” Whispers arise immediately, like the chirping of crickets on a late summer’s night, and a laugh bubbles in the back of his throat. Jackson finally relaxes his grip, smile poised even as Howon’s hand comes to wipe casually against his fitted trousers. It’s bargain day, he reminds himself.

Howon nods, the cutting edge of his jawline turning to jerk towards the second room, bordered by the casual exoticness of an imperial era styled door, intricate lace-like designs carved out of fine mahogany and painted a fading red. Red for luck, his mother’s voice twines like threads of yarn knit with slender fingers through his hair. Red for marriage, his father’s crumbling visage breathes from behind his shoulder, the choking smoke of cigarettes winding a loose remnant around Jackson’s throat.

Red for power, he tells himself, a quiet echo within the blank space of his own mind.

He’s led into the intricately designed room, two rows of men flanking him loosely from both sides in a uniformed wall of black lapels and sharp white button-downs as they go. Inside, his nose is invaded by the curling scent of smoke, sweeping him into a momentary lapse of forgetfulness as images of decadent 19th century opium dens rip off from his wrinkled textbook pages and balloon inside his mind. Jackson huffs out a heavy breath at the decaying pictures, tasting the filmy sensation of marijuana clinging like a summer’s cup of sugary lemonade against his tongue.

The sunken-eyed, emaciated stare of poppy-drugged prostitutes have been replaced by the straight backs of bare-legged pets, kneeled so obediently in front of their masters Jackson’s arrival barely turns any of their steady gazes. He can’t say the same for his own impulsive curiosity.

Howon strides forward with calculated, casual steps, weaving past stained upholstery and scattered silk cushions until Jackson finds himself presented before a simple rectangular table, bare, save for a spotless china ashtray, surrounded by wood-backed recliners that all boast the same exotic design carved into the doorway border. They’re grouped into seats for two at the short sides of the table, then a seat for four lined up against the top edge, and finally a single chair placed directly on the opposite side to finish up the quadruplet seating. The hard tip of Howon’s shiny dress shoes stop right at the edge of the rigid circle, the rest of his men flocking behind him like a pack of well-dressed deadly penguins.

Jackson carefully seats himself in the single chair, spreading his legs and leaning forward with his elbows against his knees, shoulders relaxed and open. The wood of the chair shakes and creaks loudly on its spindly legs.

A pause. Howon’s dress shoes click in deliberate movement.

Howon’s penguin men begin shuffling in, taking up their invisible spots around the table with waddling gaits as their boss stalks among them, a panther among their midst. They all settle into the same position, legs bared, smiles plastered, all leaned in towards Jackson as Howon places himself directly opposite of him, hooking his legs together with a quiet shift of slightly too-tight fabric. Jackson notes the way the other man’s slacks pull and wrinkle like a fan’s folded edges around his crotch. He twitches testily within his own seat, looking up to catch Howon’s glowering expression with his cheery own.

Finally, the fine china of the untouched ashtray seems to come into use as the other man lights a simmering cigarette, roiling smoke unfurling from the slit of his mouth as he takes in a choppy inhale, releasing it in the same brisk manner. Smoking was always absolutely prohibited when training with weapons, but Jackson admits he quite likes how hazy it makes Howon appear in the seedy lighting of the underground den. Now, on his father’s harsh breath, that’s a completely different story. He keeps his smile pleasant, eyebrows rising just a fraction in surprise when a waft of cancerous fog brushes his way. He waits, and the cigarette is stubbed out against white china with a sizzling hiss, the red of its embers fading into black tar that spreads itself out along the pristine bottom of the previously untouched tray like a malignant tumor.

“So,” Howon puffs out one last trace of wispy smoke, “What’s your deal?”

Jackson can’t stop his smile from twitching, widening just a fraction across his face. He leans forward even more, back curved, fingers interlaced loosely at the knuckles as he rattles off every detail from the tip of his tongue: “167 shipments of illegal firearms to your district the minute our supply arrives from overseas on the first of each month - that’s roughly around 2000 per year entirely for your group alone. Free access through our subway tunnels for anything you need, and of course - solidarity for any-” Jackson flicks a hand at some invisible dust mite in the air, “-power struggles.”

Howon sits there, eyes grey, legs poised in his too-tight pants as he works down the last bit of smoke in his system. Despite everything, Jackson can see the purring glimmer of satisfaction in the other’s stone-cold gaze. “

And?” The other man prompts, shifting forward, hands clasped in front of his thin lips as he finally faces Jackson. “What do you want from me?”

Jackson’s words rattle off his tongue, smooth and rehearsed: “Complete and free movement through your district, all the way past the Gyeonggi-do station.” Howon’s single arched eyebrow reads something akin to that’s it? and Jackson’s mouth immediately gets the better of him as he finds himself blurting out, “Maybe one your pretty little pets as well,” motioning towards the boys and girls, lounging, supple and silent, outside of their tense bargaining ring.

Howon’s straight mouth finally twists, the man unable to keep the amusement off his face at the younger man’s brazen request. “Why not?” he chuckles dryly, bending deep at the waist before pushing himself upright on strong thighs. “A symbol of our union: your guns in exchange for a warm body to keep you company on cold, lonely nights.” He smiles openly for the first time since their meeting, teeth straight and canines sharp. Jackson has the distinct feeling he’s being made fun, but well, Howon isn’t exactly wrong.

This time, it’s Howon stepping out first through the ring of carved chairs, all his men rising to follow, leaving Jackson to exit last. He’s led through another rigid set of dusted hallways, only made worse by the rotting tapestries draped over the walls with fading beauties clad in kimonos, hanfus, and the like. Jackson has to admit, the other man’s sense of appropriation is quite elegant, even though it lacks something to be desired in the cleaning department. He keeps his pace even, lagging towards the bottom end of the group as he watches Howon pull a man forward, conversing with him in hushed tones and subtle motions. There’s nothing left for Jackson to be worried about, but he finds himself anticipatory for the first time in the long months since his assumption.

The room they come to must be the heart of the den, Jackson considers, stepping inside, practically pushed towards the middle of the circle by an imperceptible pressure. It’s covered entirely in silk drapery, tapestries and knotted curtains slipping down the walls onto the floors, floors that are a pool of various cushions and round beds, barely a hint of grey cement able to peek through the garish colors of the silk. Jackson wrinkles his nose for the barest of seconds; the musk of sweat and perfume permeates like a fog throughout the room.

“Namjoon,” Howon’s voice echoes throughout the room, nodding slightly at the man Jackson watched him converse with before. “Bring them in.”

The other man-Namjoon, bends almost imperceptibly at the waist before striding out the room, slipping out through an easy chink in the circle’s armor. Jackson blinks once in vague surprise, and the circle is formed once again, no weaknesses to be found. Howon turns toward him with a patient grin, and Jackson shoots back his own tight smile.

The mind-numbing incense of the pressure in the room grows, and he shoves his hands into his pockets, steadying his fingers against sweaty palms. He waits.

-

The familiar tap of dress shoes sound, muffled over the scattered layer of cushions on the cement floor. Jackson looks up, hands tensed within his pockets to see the penguin ring rearranging itself into lumped bunches as Namjoon re-enters the room, the hard pound of his boots followed by an unfamiliar string of soft brushing footsteps, the imprint of their sound pressed like dandelion dust into silk by light, bare feet.

Bare feet, long legs, all pale flesh on show as Jackson watches, breath caught, as a line of collared boys and girls kneel onto the floor of cushions, turning to him the open edge of their cheek with wide eyes and ramrod straight backs. The last one files in, presenting himself in the same fashion, but, huh - the entire curve of his porcelain collarbones to his arched throat is noticeably bare of any thick bands of leather. He lingers, just for a moment, on the pet’s bowed head and turns back to face Namjoon with a relaxed smile plastered over his face again. It’s time to negotiate.

“This is it?” he prompts, leaning back a little, rolling his shoulders ever so slightly in the tight confines of his suit jacket. The other man responds to his jibe with a quick flash of short canines, light dimples dipping into an angled jaw as he casually pushes the starched sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. Tattoos, Jackson notes, with a jaunty raise of an eyebrow. The Virgin Mary winds her way up the man’s veined forearm in a picturesque coloring of black and grey, save for the sickly green tears rolling down her 2D cheeks. Religious? No can’t be it, Jackson decides, dampening a snort as he notes the two stark lines that form the upside down cross adorning the knuckle of Namjoon’s middle finger.

“I’ll have you know,” Namjoon comments, calm and frank, stepping beside the first pet and lightly running the crook of his finger over her cheek, “our pets are trained thoroughly in all aspects of behavior.” A response comes almost immediately as she dips her head back against his touch, the perfect picture of pretty obedience. Jackson’s stomach jumps at her unreadable glance. Satisfied, the other man lifts away his tattooed hand, straightening himself with a smug, dimpled smile.

“Of course, that’s not to say they don’t have any personality - isn’t that right Youngjae?” He moves onto the next pet, a boy with pink, perked lips who shoots Jackson a puffy, dark glare as Namjoon’s inked fingers come to rest under his sharp chin. Instead of following the tilt of the man’s hand, the kneeled pet bites, jerking a tan digit into his glossy pout, catching it in a hard flash of white teeth. Still, Namjoon only chuckles, wrenching back his thumb and wiping it casually up Youngjae’s flushed cheek in a long, possessive motion. There’s barely a hint of the bite against the skin of the other man’s finger, and Jackson watches the pet settle back down against the cushion, lidded gaze once again fixed upon the silk in front of him without a sound of protest. What a show, he considers carefully as Namjoon moves on to the next kneeled pet.

Of course, he’s thoroughly interested, perhaps even fascinated by these pets, almost inhuman creatures that bare themselves so transparently before an entire room of black-eyed men, before his own stare without a moment of hesitation in their absolute submission. Even for the ones like Youngjae, feigning at spitefulness, the automatic reaction of their bodies when Namjoon approaches, quickly gives them away in their convincing play. Still, to give credit where credit’s due, Jackson can’t help but wonder, just exactly how the other man has got all these wispy, pretty things turning towards him like he could somehow hand them the moon on the string with just a simple brush of a blasphemous finger at their jaws, under their throats, through fluffed hair, and against pouted cheeks. He can’t say his own pocketed hands haven’t begin to itch, urged, just slightly to touch, with the careless affection Namjoon gives and inexorably receives with every passing pet.

It’s been too long on his own, too cold without at least the casual embrace of another human body. Jackson had thought himself stronger without it, but, scanning over the blatant display of soft, bared flesh before him, he considers the possibility of self-sabotage.

The end of the chain of murmured introductions finally reaches the last kneeled pet, and Jackson looks down, a short spark of remembrance tripping in his mind. He was the only one without a collar, Jackson notes, eyes traveling over the open skin along a pale neck all the way down to exposed collarbones. The pet wears the same half-unbuttoned dress shirt, spread across wide shoulders to show off an expanse of unmarked flesh, paired with black silk shorts, barely a hint of its hem peeking out beneath draped linen, and the rest of it practically swallowed by the thick muscle of bared thighs. He looks up at Jackson now, gaze a hazy mix of brewed coffee, hazelnuts, and a clear night’s sky, and Jackson swallows around the sudden lump in his mouth. He does his best to stare back, steady but not demanding, and all he receives is a dreamy blink from sleepy fox eyes.

There it is again - the twitch in his fingers, the hot irritation against his palms. Peach round cheeks call for the lightest of pinches, the glossy curve of a sharp cupid’s bow tempt an errant finger. Jackson has never met a cherub with such inky black hair, swirling in wisps of silk across gently fluttering eyelashes. The pet tilts his head, baring the translucent vein of his collarless neck in the dusty yellow lighting of the drug den, and Jackson is compelled to cover the spotless skin there with his own calloused, scarred palms.  

What is something so vulnerable, so soft doing here, trapped, in a place like this?

The compulsion grows stronger, to do more than watch - rather to touch, to cover, to protect, and Jackson realizes it’s too late when Namjoon’s gone silent, when the whole room has fallen into a smoky hush because somehow, suddenly, there’s a warm cheek pillowing itself into the curve his palms, black silk nuzzling over his jumping pulse, and the innocent brown light of two upturned orbs drawing him in like a silent siren’s song. He can’t breath for an eternity of uncountable seconds.

“I see Jooheon has already introduced himself to you.” Namjoon’s deep baritone rings through Jackson’s jumbled thoughts, and his hand inadvertently flinches against the lenient curve of the pet’s - Jooheon’s - proffered flesh. A soft chirrup echoes over his palm, and his attention is drawn down to a pair of full lips, pulled into an expression Jackson would call a strangely petulant pout.

“Feeling forward today, hmm?” the other man hums, so sweet it’s like a mother cooing to her baby, and Jackson watches the same tattooed hand that had caressed so many others, thread itself into gleaming locks, pressing and kneading until Jooheon’s porcelain neck is arching backwards in plain submission. His own hand falls empty to the side, only a heated imprint left along its flattened palm.

Jackson forces himself to speak, to keep up an unfazed pretense, even as Namjoon’s ink-stained finger begins winding its way down the stretch of Jooheon’s bared neck, the upside down cross of his middle knuckle pressing against the hollow indent at the base of the pet’s collarbones. “So,” he prompts, voice raw and rough, “why no collar?”

It’s like he hasn’t been heard at all as Namjoon’s reverent touches continue for a few moments, arched gaze completely focused on the slight part of the pet’s supple mouth. He’s about to dislodge the awkward cough in back of his throat, when finally, the other man straightens with an age-old sigh, hand slipping, reluctant, from Jooheon’s unmarred throat. He slips the same hand into his pocket, shoulders flat, a perfect mirror of Jackson’s posture as his voice hardens into the same deep register from before.

“Simply put, he doesn’t talk.” He glances back down, meeting Jooheon’s diaphanous gaze, eyes softening for the barest of moments before looking up again. “We know he can understand us, but ever since we found him three years ago, he hasn’t uttered a single word. The clients are, to say the least, a little put off by his muteness.” Namjoon sighs again, body depressing with the strong exhale as if from some sense of personal disappointment, and Jackson’s heart picks up pace again as he picks through the hidden implications behind the other man’s statement.

Broken, not good enough, a simple piece of decoration, abandoned, pushed off to the side - and perhaps his for the taking.

“I want this one.”

Jackson is brazen, unflinching as he steps forward, the remnant of heat on his clenched hand drawn, magnetized, to Jooheon’s tilted stare, and he boldly declares his newfound intent with his gaze directly on Namjoon’s and his grip at the side of the pet’s sluggish pulse. A vibration sounds against his palm, and he finds himself stroking his thumb absentmindedly over the edge of a rounded jaw, soothing away what suspiciously sounds like whines under the rough pad of his finger.

Namjoon’s sharp gaze shifts minutely towards his boss, who’s lit up another acrid cigarette between his stern lips, some kind of invisible assent passing between the smoke curling through the room before he’s turning back to Jackson, eyes narrowed with an unpleasant twist to his mouth. “Don’t be brash. I mean, I’ve just told you what’s wrong with him - are you absolutely sure?”

An ugly twitch convulses through Jooheon’s previously smooth pulse, and Jackson tightens his grip around the back of the pet’s neck until the minute shaking finally subsides into his touch. “Of course.” He smiles, baring his teeth in what Kihyun calls his absolutely shit-eating grin.

Namjoon frowns, a dark shadow flitting over the hard edges of his expression, and Jackson tenses in preparation for another growled protest, but then Howon’s cold-steel voice is ringing through the thick air between them, dispelling the argument with the sharp incense of his smoking cigarette.

“Let him have what he wants. After all-” he takes another drag of the burning cancer stick, its flaring embers illuminated in his dead gaze, “what more could you want than a pet that would never talk back to its master? Perhaps,” he blows out another trail of gray smoke, pinched eyes turning on Jooheon for a second, “maybe even more should learn from his example.”

Jackson smiles, the lines of his face tight, and he nods his silent thanks. Howon returns it with a minute twitch of his own lips, and motions with a careless sweep of his hand for everyone to file out of the room. His men blend into an amorphous grouping of plain back as they sweep out the door, and the pets rise to their bare feet, following after them in a line of pure white. Jackson strains his neck, catching Jooheon’s hazy coffee and stardust eyes with an attempt at a genuine grin. He receives a slight perk of lips, complete with a hint of dimples, before Jooheon (pet, his mind whispers) is gone, the curled crown of his jet black head melting back into a sea of black and white.

Namjoon stares as he stalks past Jackson, the last one out of the room save for Jackson himself and Howon. His stringent gaze is unreadable, and the young boss watches the hunched lines of his back disappear out through the carved doorway before deciding to wipe away the worry in his mind for other much more pressing thoughts. Namely, thoughts about his newly acquired pet with the face of a cherub, the stare of an oracle, and the voice of a trapped songbird. Jackson is determined to hear him sing somehow.

Howon flicks the cigarette to the floor, grinding it into ash with the heel of his shoe as he regards Jackson with something akin to acceptance as he finally strides towards the empty doorway. “He’ll be sent your way shortly. Please feel free to wait outside.”

He gestures with an upturned palm towards Jackson’s direction, and they shake hands again, meeting each other’s gazes with unfiltered intentions. Howon smiles, broad lines indenting themselves into each cheek, the top row of his teeth glinting like a full moon on a dark night.

“It was good doing business with you.”

Sleep with me: (it’s after the first afternoon of the bargain)

Jackson's brought Jooheon home, got him all soft and settled in his room with a big fancy upholstered bed as he sits behind his desk to finish up some work, quietly observing the pet occasionally the entire time. Jooheon is technically allowed to roam free, but he only sits at the foot of Jackson's bed dozing with his head and arms propped against a corner, looking up ever so often out through the open windows and over at Jackson. Jackson gets up every 30 minutes or so, just to squat down next to the pet, looking him in the eyes only to receive a sleepy blink and he can't help but run his hands through fluffed locks as Jooheon coos contentedly into his hand. He always wonders if Jooheon needs anything, if he ever wants to get up, but it doesn't ever seem like it so the come and go kinda cycle continues until it's dark and Jackson's stripping messily out of his jacket and pants to go to bed - all nightly rituals forgone for today due to the big deal. And there's Jooheon, still propped against the bed, watching him out of the corner of sleek eyes, pale thighs a creamy contrast against the dark wood of his floor and jackson's plodding over on bare feet, squatting again for a last time, patting lightly at chubby cheeks as Jooheon props his head up to smile at him and Jackson's like "...I'll be going to bed now"

And Jooheon's plain smile only continues, nodding a little as Jackson begins slipping under his covers, and of course Jackson can only sit there, warm and suffocating in bed as he watches Jooheon's dark head lay back down against the corner of the mattress, legs still coiled against the cold hardwood floors - and it its him, he hasn't given permission yet. So then he's throwing back the covers, and scooching to the edge of the bed and cradling his palm under Jooheon's cotton soft cheek again, lifting the pet to look up at him and there's little red wrinkles of sheet imprints against Jooheon's round cheeks and jackson's heart twinges w such a sore ache he doesn't know how to reach out without immediately forcing himself onto the pet and scaring him off. Jooheon just blinks at him, brown eyes liquid and hazy with sleep, almost pouting indignantly. and Jackson, just reaches the same hand through his hair, smoothing back rumpled bangs, over and over again, scratching lightly at the pet's scalp as Jooheon's neck arches in his grasp and he's wiping a thumb over the red marks on Jooheon's face as he whispers "Sleep with me?" patting lightly at the silk clad body of his bed. Jooheon's cocking his head for a few seconds, staring at Jackson with soft open eyes and the older man is almost scared he wasn't understand - but then there's a sleeved hand pulling around his arm and he's automatically hauling up jooheon by his waist, the light weight of arms looping around his neck as the sweet scent of warmth and strangely dried flowers blooms through his nose. Jooheon's cradled in his lap, smooth legs curled up over his tanned own and jackson looks wonderingly down at his hands, practically melting into the curve of Jooheon's waist (Ref: https://ton.twitter.com/i/ton/data/dm/920418165968003077/920418148964212736/eph4Vr04.jpg:large ) All curled in Jackson's lap, wisps of hair brushing against the other's cheek Jackson is casually just holding Jooheon, feeling the way a warm soft body is shifting against his and of course Jooheon is still clad in the "uniform" of the other pets a plain loose white dress shirt and a pair of fine silk shorts. He's roughly fingering the edge of said shorts, looking over when a breathy whine comes past his cheek and he hikes the pet up higher in his lap, securing both hands around his waist and asks slowly, calmly "what kind of clothes do you like Jooheon?" He's receiving that same tilted stare again, eyes slit in an unreadable moment of consideration and jackson finds himself stroking casually at the pet's flank, some kind of strange reassurance he supposes. (like even getting a pet in the first place was only a power play, but now that he has one that's so soft...he's not sure how to handle him) Then there's a rounded finger poking, tracing down his bare chest and he has to stop himself from reacting at the sudden thrill that runs through him, following the pet's lidded gaze towards his own bare chest and he can't help but sigh, even as he tightens his grip around the other's supple waist like "You really don't talk, do you?" but the finger keeps poking, insistent, and there's a high whine reverberating at the edge of his cheek as Jooheon adamantly pushes up against Jackson's bare chest and Jackson really doesn't understand, no clothes? His chest? Naked? But then frustrated, a little huff of breath tickles along the column of his neck and the finger turns to point at the scattered pile of loose t shirts on the back of a dressing chair at the other corner of his room and Jackson tentatively tries "...My clothes?" and suddenly there's a happy coo of approval, sliding like silk over his collarbones and Jooheon's dark head of hair is bobbing eagerly as he re-situates himself back into the cradle between Jackson's legs. The next morning Jackson is pulling a droopy Jooheon by a limp wrist over to his closet and opening the entire thing as he gently pushes Jooheon in front of him  and he's stating calmly into Jooheon's ear, lips brushing past wayward curls, pressing the center of his palm into the small of the other's back like “Choose whatever you want" and then there's a small sound of wonderment in the back of Jooheon's throat and he's carefully approaching the vast closet. Pushing and pulling things aside so slowly if Jackson closed his eyes he wouldn't be able to hear a thing, but he waits, patient, watching as he carelessly rifles through his own suits and pulling a pair on. But when there's finally a soft pair of footsteps behind him, he looks over to see Jooheon clad in one of his old, ratty oversized winter sweaters, collarbones entirely on show, still bared neck too vulnerable in the warm morning light. The hem of the sweater is most definitely too long, falling midway to bare thighs that all jackson can see is leg and more leg, he gets the cocked head look for the third time since the bargain, and all he can focus on is the long stretch of skin at Jooheon's neck. The only thing he can do to distract himself from Jooheon's suddenly more scandalous choice of fashion, is to draw the pet close, wrapping the callused skin of his palm over the other's dimpled cheeks as he mutters "We've got to get you a collar soon." in which he receives a purring sound of approval sleeved fingers come up to clutch gently at his wrist, keeping his hand there as Jooheon presses himself happily into Jackson's grip.

Outside perspective: Word spreads fast that the boss is entirely enamored, even obsessed, with his new pet. Kihyun notes the daily gossip with a blank face and open ears. He can’t refute it; Jackson practically brings Jooheon with him wherever he goes - regardless of societal propriety.

You like sweets?:

He needs glasses: probably kihyun again?

A pet for a pet: kitty

“You really don’t talk, do you?”: probably the whole “jackson” “master” thing

What else would it be used for?: kihyun being mean

“I need to be careful tonight - for you”: the party

--- cowritten with and conceived with the brilliant @deardystopia

Blind/mute magic au

in one of those fantasy universes where everyone happily coexists and the humans live well in the world w/ other magical creatures

and jooheon's just your typical neighborhood witch

but what if he was cursed somehow when he was younger and so he's blind

but he still manages to get around well enough and every week there’s a delivery boy to help get him materials and to send off the charms he makes

its like a quiet and domestic life but what if his usual delivery boy gets switched for someone else

because they're doing their new spring reshuffling thing so older employees get a new route and the new ones get to learn the old ones

and so changkyun is one of the new delivery boys and its one of the few jobs he feels safe enough doing w/ his disability - he's deaf

and so the old delivery boy knew about Jooheon's disability and knew how to work with that, knowing which wards on the door he should purposefully set off to let the witch know he was there

RIGHT LIKE IM JUST IMAGINING jars with dried flowers and crystal sunlight filtering through open windows as jooheon makes some tea for ck

ok so like usually jooheon's used to the right wards going off and so the delivery boy will just leave the package and then take the already pre-wrapped and pre-set charms to ship off

but like this time it feels completely different and so he gets up to go an d check

so like ck standing there awkwardly cause he doesn't see a doorbell and decides to knock on the door but then it swings open on its own to reveal the owner of the house

i kinda think jooheon would wear like soft browns and whites, like a white turtleneck probs

and changkyun probably layers w/ a ton of jackets and plaid and jeans?

that’s what i was thinking

like this kinda look w/o the kiddy stuff for jh and ck's hairstyle for that too

ck would totally wear a ton of hoodies and loose jackets

this hairstyle w/ the middle part for jh

soft flower witch jooheon

omg yesss

yeah the middle part is what i was thinking

and like a simple silver necklace or smth w/ a little bee charm

or a flower i honestly can't decide

i think it'd just be really cute to have a scene where jooheon gently feels around changkyuns face to get an image of him and he doens't realize he's kinda looking directly into ck's eyes and is a little too close

i totally want them to go for a walk together on a rainy day

and jooheon puts a charm on their umbrella so nobody gets wet

its cute and ck taps against his wrist to guide him away from big puddles

and whispers lowly because he totally wants to describe how pretty it is outside to jooheon even though he doesn't usually like to speak cause he doesn't know what he sounds like

delivery boy outfit totally needs a snapback

dude but like what if ck always wears a ton of layers and pulls his hat down low cause he always feels so unsure of himself w/ his disability and tries to shield himself w clothing

but after meeting jooheon

and seeing how open and happily he lives w/ his disability, always smiling and never hiding his eyes even though he can't see

he kind of starts gaining his own confidence

like one day he comes and like jooheon always physically greets him to makes ure its the right person and he's like "oh, no hoodies today?" cause the fabric under his hand is usually thick, but today its just bare skin

and changkyun just smiles shyly and taps out "yep" against jooheons wrist

THIS IS THE TEA JOOHEON MAKES FOR CK IN THE OTHER AU WITH CRUSHED PETALS OR SMTH, And Changkyun s like asks you're blind and yet everything you do is so beautiful

Jk wait that's too early

Like "the tea and the cup match so well" and jooheon just laughs tapping blindly at Changkyun s head and just says "witch senses", the words flowering beautifully across Changkyun’s charmed board as jooheon settles down with his own cup, AND FLOWERS TOTALLY RESPOND WELL TO HIS TOUCH AND IT WORDS SO NATURALLY HE JUST STICKS TO THAT AREA

Like turning up their faces just subtly everytime he walks by, Responding naturally to him and it's very easy for him to use flowers, more so than any other material

Ck would totally be able to see all this sitting at a table and he's just so lovestruck watching the flowers crowd adoringly for Jooheon's attention, Omg what if he usually makes packages of homemade tea with some simple spells integrated to help w sleep or relaxation, Yeeeesssssss but they work really well so he has a good customer base

And also KIHYUN helps design an online page and process Orders

And takes a ton of sample photos to put up on the page

Also in the like about section there's a cute pic of jooheon doing a peace sign w muddy fingers next to some flowers and that's like the only pic of him ever, And there’s definitely an online group dedicated to his tea, like freaking out when a new sample comes out

And also like screaming about how there's only one pic of him but definitely a confirmed cutie bc there handwritten notes that are shaky and messy but super sweet in every package

Ok but like what if minhyuk was blessed w the gift of visual arts so of course he draws

But he also loves running his aesthetic blog and he posts artsy pics of his drawings and cafes and shit

And like one day there's a pic of him and at the corner is boy with softly curled hair and a pink sweater, facemask pulled below his chin as he cups both hands around his cup of coffee, sipping it through a straw as he looks blankly to the side, And his fans are like ???!?!?! And someone is LIKE OH FUCK THAT’S JOOHEON YO

And then minhyuk’s secretly laughing about how adorable jooheon looks and didn't know he took a pic

When his phone suddenly is just like blowing up w alerts, And jooheon sighs "hyung please check your alerts"

And minhyuk is like wtf is going on

And he's getting DM s like

OMFG THATS JOOHEON

YOU KNOW JOOHEON?

PLEASE POST MORE WITH JOOHEON

And then minhyuk Fits the phone against Jooheon's palm, And jooheon can feel the phone continuously vibrating like not stopping at all and he's like "hyung what's going on"

And minhyuk just chuckles at the lost look on his face and says "my followers love you"

And it's the 2nd time he's only ever seen jooheon this red

Followed only by the first time minhyuk had teased him about that new delivery boy and his oh so deep voice, And so jooheon face bursts into flames as he squeaks out "what!!?" before snatching his hand away and desperately sucking at his coffee adamantly ignoring minhyuks guffaws

jh would have this phone case

When Jooheon gets knees deep in fresh spring earth he of course has to change into more suitable clothes. He doesn’t actually know the material or (ha) color of those nice sweaters Minhyuk always forces him to buy, but they’re beautifully soft against his skin. He wants to keep them that way, and as much as he loves the press of wet dirt under his fingers, his sweaters probably wouldn’t appreciate it to the same degree.

So one day Changkyun comes on his usual delivery route, and there’s a note left in Jooheon’s blocky script, I’m out back! with a round creature resembling a bee drawn at the bottom. He finds the witch completely kneeled on the ground on all fours, dressed in tight leggings and a black hoodie, as he digs at an already  significantly deep hole. He taps lightly on the ground with his foot, alerting Jooheon of his presence.

“Changkyun?” Jooheon immediately looks up, eyes blindly flickering towards his general direction. The delivery boy hums lowly and taps again in affirmation, and Jooheon’s smile widens even more, eyes crinkling shut into thin slits, the indents of dimples forming like two shadowed ponds on his cheeks.

Once he’s sure of the right person, the witch turns back to the task at hand, fumbling for the shovel as he starts digging again. The pit’s deep enough Jooheon has to sink his upper body forward, raising his lower half in the air in a meager attempt to keep balance. Changkyun’s eyes are inevitably drawn to his pert bottom, tightly clad in leggings he’s never seen before.

He shuffles over and sits down next to Jooheon, clearing his throat as he prepares to speak. “I’ve never seen you wear this before,” he comments casually as Jooheon pauses to pay attention to his words. “That’s right,” the witch ponders, and the shape of his mouth corresponding with the letters scrawling across Changkyun’s charmed board. “I don’t usually wear this kind of….” he grimaces, searching for the right word, “tight clothing?”

He sighs, ruffling dirt crusted fingers in his hair and Changkyun watches, scrutinizing as the wet earth sticks adamantly to shining locks. Their disabilities make them sensitive towards certain forms of contact, and brushing the other’s cheeks clean of dried earth would definitely be a violation of Jooheon’s comfort zone. He keeps his fingers clenched and still against his lap.

“My friends alway watch out for me, bringing me clothing and such. This one,” he gestures at the lycra stretching over his legs, “was from a friend who modeled for an exercise brand. I guess he thought he would send me some to try…” He plucks at the fabric, letting it snap back against his skin, laughing nervously. “It’s not really my kind of thing, well as much as possible to figure out what “my thing” is, but at least it's good for dirty labor?”

Changkyun laughs at his vaguely apologetic expression, the sentence ending itself on his board with a question mark, and he nods sagely in response, tapping once to show his agreement. “You look, you look good.” he forces out, his voice catching tightly in the middle. He doesn’t need to look at his board to understand Jooheon’s reply, all of it completely apparent in the pink in his cheeks and the “o” of his mouth before fumbling quickly into a “thank you.”

Like "you look amazing in pink" and jooheon sighs "I don't know what it even looks like" and minhyuk just flounders to describe it "it's just light, and soft, and....pink??" He ends up stubbornly pushing a pile.of sweaters into Jooheon's hands anyway

Maybe like cursed when he was still in the womb or smth

Cause eventually I want like a scene where he and Changkyun are hanging and he just realizes how happy and comfortable he is w the other and he blinks

And the next moment piercing rays are flooding his eyes and it hurts so much he hides his face in his hands as tears leak out uncontrollably

I need a good reason for why he got that kind of curse put on him tho

Then he gets to match a voice to a face when Changkyun urgently asks, "are you okay"?" leaning over to grasp his wrists

Pink lips pressed into a worried line and almond eyes gazing directly into his own tear stained ones, jooheon can't help but cry even harder

Changkyun flails in panic, wrapping an arm around his back, trying to soothe him as he asks again "what's wrong?"

His board stays empty for a few moments more before they fill with 3 words that leave him perfectly stunned

“I can see.”

Changkyun immediately goes to draw away, some part of him panicking at Jooheon's newfound sight

But the witch turns and immediately lunges to embrace him, both of them landing harshly against the ground as the other hides his face in changkyuns neck

I want to like do something where ck gets to hear like they're made for each other and them being together breaks it but hmmmmm. Changkyun stays still, relaxing his body as Jooheon shakes against him. His neck is wet with tears and its soaking through to his jacket, but he only pulls the other man closer to himself, wrapping both of his arms around the other's middle. Suddenly, something is filtering into his brain, the ever static silence interrupted by pin pricks of hiccuped cries. It can't be, he panics, hands leaving Jooheon's middle to cup around his ears. He can hear the echo of sound against his palms, and curls up, completely overwhelmed. Jooheon sits up confused at the sudden shift of the body below him, and sees with his newfound sight, Changkyun's face scrunched in pain as he turns away from him. Jooheon hurriedly wipes away the gathered moisture, before leaning over to shadow over Changkyun's prone form. “Changkyun, Changkyun-ah! What happened?” He whispers urgently, completely forgetting the other’s charmed board. Neither of them realize it for a moment, when Changkyun looks up at him, comprehension immediate in his eyes.

“I...I can hear,” he stutters, hands dropping incredulously as a world of sounds flood through his ears; the chirp of birds, the whistle of the wind, but most importantly Jooheon’s shocked gasp as he sits up, toppling back onto the ground.

The witch presses a hand over his mouth, muffling any other sounds that could unwillingly escape his throat. It’s silent between them, but for Changkyun it’s more than he’s ever heard all his life.

Jooheon waits hesitantly, before asking as quietly as possible, “Is...is this real?” His voice, light and almost whiny, fits perfectly with the curved script that had written itself across Changkyun’s board many times.

“It,” he chokes at the low rumble of his own voice, “it is.” The shock sets in for the both of them, Jooheon still squinting furiously at all the colors and shapes passing rapidly through his retinas, and the echo of sobs still bouncing in Changkyun’s ears. They lock gazes, newfound senses tingling with every movement, and it’s not definite who moves first, but they simultaneously meet in the middle, bodies crashing in a locked embrace.