#however I have like. 0 pity so . I’m dreaming big
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strawberri-draws · 1 month ago
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Manifesting boothill and robin next event 🙏
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wherearemyglassesbro · 4 years ago
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Omg omg omg omg everyone be quiet right now thank you @heyheyjay for THIS
For starters, it would absolutely have a very negative effect on Fran’s relationship with Arthur. He’s aware it’s irrational and his feelings are based on personal issues but having his rival/friend/lover defend a murderer? And have that murderer get away? Oh no, Fran would probably not talk to him for awhile after. Not because he’s mad AT Arthur, he just has to sort out his own feelings. He’s a complex guy and his feelings are like balls of colored yarn all tangled together. He has to take time to sort it all out and come to a conclusion. “I am not upset with you. I am upset with the outcome of that trial. I would like for us to go back to being friends again...If that’s alright...” he’s still closed off for awhile but eventually, he’ll open back up and go back to normal, the incident not forgotten but forgiven
The first two times Arthur saw Francis in a murder trial setting were VERY different. The first time, he was still somewhat of a rookie. He had gone up against Francis twice now in court and won both times. Now he wanted to study his way of speaking, his organization, his body language, that kind of stuff. So he sat in the crowd, off to the side out of the field of vison for the prosecutors booth.
Francis carried himself the same as usual. Confident and proud, speaking passionately on behalf of the victim, appealing to the jury. He did everything by the book and to be honest? Arthur was impressed. It was different watching him from the crowd than it was from the defense booth.
When Francis lost the trial, even Arthur was shocked. He watched him stiffly pack his papers away and leave the courtroom in a hurry. It was strange behavior for sure, something that he’d never seen before. Instead of his classic smile, he sported a frown and a look in his eyes that Arthur couldn’t place. To be nice, he caught up with him in the hallway “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to but I want to let you know, you did fantastic in there. I don’t know how on earth you lost that-“ “Leave me alone, Kirkland” Francis all but shoved past him, making a beeline for his car. Arthur could hear the squeal of his tires from inside the courthouse
That was not the loud, extravagant Francis he knew. That was someone else, someone sad and angry...Maybe Francis was more complex than he thought (Spoiler alert: Yes. He is)
The second time he witnessed a loss, he was far closer with the Frenchman. He knew his mannerisms and his body language. The two were teetering on the edge of being in a relationship or just being super close friends. Francis didn’t want Arthur to go to this trial but he insisted “It’s my day off. I’ll come support you and we can go to lunch afterwards. No big deal. I like seeing you in court” Francis was reluctant but had him sit in the second row anyways for moral support
Again, he did everything right. Arthur was criticizing the defense in his head ‘you dolt, you’re talking too much. It’s giving Francis the upper hand’. Of course he wanted Francis to win. Even as a defense attorney himself, he knows a guilty face when he sees one. He’s once again shocked when Francis loses
This time he notices how his hands shake, clenching and unclenching. There’s tension in his shoulders, the mask of confidence gone from his face. He was fighting to suppress a frown, swallowing around the lump of guilt in his throat
Francis apologized to his clients when the court was released, hugging them and shaking their hands, promising paperwork in the mail....yadda yadda. Arthur noticed how tired he looked, the way his shoulders now sagged in defeat
“You did great out there love” “I don’t need your pity, Arthur” “I’m not pitying you. You did everything right” “Apparently not”
Arthur led him to the parking lot, cupping his cheeks when they were out of the public eye “I know how it feels to lose something big like this. It stings, I know. However, it isn’t the end of the world”
“‘It isn’t the end of the world’? Are you kidding me? You’ll never-! Forget it. I’m going home” “Francis? We were-“ “I don’t care about lunch” and with that, he got in his car and sped off, tires screeching once again
Arthur is invited over for dinner later on, Francis apologizes for the way he reacted and Arthur assures him that it was no big deal. He expresses his emotions differently than Arthur does and he is still getting used to it! And this is Francis’s first relationship since Jeanne so he’s still re-learning how to open up about more serious or intense feelings. There’s a learning curve for them both.
So I also I think I’m gonna talk about Jeanne again cause I WAS gonna have a single post dedicated to her effect on Fran and Art’s relationship but I think lll....Just go over it here. There is a small fic at the end but I can’t even really call it that, it’s 2 paragraphs of text lol so yeah :)
More under the cut cause this is getting long and I feel bad clogging your dashes :0
So Art knew about Jeanne before he really knew Francis personally. Before he goes up against prosecutors, he asks Eliza about them and their argument styles, stuff like that. She advised him to stay away from murder trials if Fran managed to get his hands on one and since he didn’t know about Jeanne he was like ‘pfftt what? You think I can’t take him?’ And she was like ‘No...He can’t take you’ oh...
Eliza told him like...The bare minimum. Francis’s girlfriend was killed behind a small party store and he was the one who discovered her body. That’s all he knew about it
But when he and Fran started to get serious relationship-wise Francis decided to sit him down to have a talk with him, pouring his heart out to him after a long, draining day at the courthouse:
// Uhhhh tw for the rest for death mention and description of finding Jeanne after her death. Like...blood and all so if that makes you uncomfortable: this is your warning :0 //
“We dated for five years. From eight grade to twelfth...It was like we were joined at the hip. We were always together wether it be baking in the kitchen, studying at the library, going to the movies or attending church camp. We did it all together. Hell...In highschool, we were voted ‘cutest couple’ every year. She was my date for every school dance and she would have been my prom date too if... If she had lived” Francis choked out a sad laugh “She had the most beautiful dress picked out and I had a suit to match. She was so excited about it...”
“That day was my nightmare. I relive that day over and over again in my dreams, thinking about everything I could have done to prevent that outcome. I should have taken her to the store earlier. I should have gone in with her. I shouldn’t have answered the phone and gotten distracted when my friend called. She was in there for forty minutes just to grab some streamers and a bag of candy for a piñata... When I went in to look for her she wasn’t there. I looked around, called her name, called her phone...no answer. The cashier helped me look too as I started getting worried. In the bathrooms, the stock room, the janitors closet, behind the refrigerators...All that was left was the rear exit. She didn’t go out there right? No...that was unlike her...” tears started to slowly make their way down his cheeks “When we pushed the door open, I remember seeing the pool of blood right there on the ground and thinking it was just a puddle. How wrong was I. My legs moved on their own, I rounded the corner and there she was. Her hair was covered in blood from the gash across her temple, her favorite floral blouse ripped and dirty. Her purse was gone. She was just laying there on the dirty, cold asphalt” Francis shook his head, rubbing his face as the memory replayed once more
“Out of the corner of our eyes, the cashier and I saw the perpetrator and he chased him down, catching him and sitting on him until the police arrived. I called them...I don’t even remember making the call but I distinctly remember them telling me not to touch her- not to mess with the ‘evidence’. I didn’t listen. I sat in the pool of blood and held her until the ambulance arrived, petting her hair as she slowly went cold in my arms...Praying that just maybe she’d make it. They were too late. I was too late.”
“What was it all for, you ask? That evil son of a bitch wanted her money. She only had $10 on her that day. He killed her over $10! And after all of my pain, her family’s suffering, that fucker got to walk free after two years? Two years! It isn’t fair at all. I don’t mean to ramble too much but before you and I become anything too serious I just- I need you to know about her. She made me who I am today, she’s the reason I practice law, she’s always here with me” he clutched his cross necklace in his shaky hand “Just because I still love her does not mean I love you any less, Arthur. I will always be here for you but at the same time, I will be there for her. I’ll still visit her grave and her parents...I’ll have her picture on the mantle...”
Arthur reached out to rest a hand on the blond’s arm. This was a new side of Francis he hadn’t seen before. Sure he knew about Jeanne by now, he had seen her picture in Francis’s apartment. He knew the other took the two hour trip up north to visit Jeanne’s grave and her family every other month. He knew she was important to him but he had never heard the full story like this before. He truly didn’t know the extent of the damage that day had done “I understand, dear. If Jeanne is important to you, she’s important to me. She’ll always have a place here with us” he assured, pulling Francis in to hug him against his chest to let him cry “I don’t think I can begin to express how badly I feel for you. But you can always confide in me, I’ll be here because I lo-like you a lot. I want you to be open with me. This...is a lot to bottle up” Francis nodded and wiped his eyes as Arthur brushed his curls out of his face “If it isn’t overstepping any boundaries, maybe I could come up north with you next time you go to visit her?”
“I...I think I’d like that. I’ve already told her and her family about you. I’m sure they’d love to meet you”
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Well I hope that wasn’t bad! I haven’t written in a fic format in uhhh hehe a year or so so...yeah! Anyways! Yup! That’s all for now :) ❤️ thanks for reading this far if y’all did!!!!
((Looking back I hate the formatting of the ficlet thingy but tbh there’s not much I can do about it now :) ))
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she-toadmask · 4 years ago
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Fuck it. Long post about the animatic for this mashup (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WxAJpP9FKA) that I would love to do but simply don’t have the project focus for.
Not a single coherent story or anything, just the different ideas the snippets give me. All somehow Minecraft related. Some are Team Crafted, a couple are Hermitcraft S7 but more the beginning, some are just Minecraft typical characters (Notch, Herobrine, Alex, Steve)
Oh and a couple of them are Sanders Sides
Also sometimes they vibes and ideas come from the context of the source musical (because I know it), sometimes I don’t know the context and/or much of anything about the source musical so I just go off the lyrics and vibes (so if someone here has an interest in musicals and thinks some of the vibes are wrong...sorry????? lmao)
0:00 to 0:10 (Hellfire instrumental): title card duh
0:11 to 0:23 (Miss Baltimore Crabs): Notch being a whiny bitch like ‘ugh things used to be so good when I was the god of this world creating things and now things are just awful’
0:24 to 0:42 (Charming): Something something just stills of Patton in a skirt going across the screen or something??? (Upon second thought maybe it’s him and Roman stills and Janus is warning Virgil or smth???? Idk it’s pre-redux vibes but whatever I had nothing)
0:43 to 0:55 (Kick it Up a Notch): I just remember vibes of someone being chained up and the captor looming over them but I have no idea who they were I promise I get more ideas later on these are just rough (Ok maybe it was like Janus looming over Virgil but again the vibes aren’t up-to-date and I don’t have as strong thoughts here ANYWAY MOVING ON)
0:56 to 1:12 (Blood in the Water/When the Going Gets Tough blended): I don’t remember my original thought but two characters circling a third vibes are strong here like maybe Enderlox and WitherMU circling Skybrine??? Maybe???
1:13 to 1:36 (Razzle Dazzle): Again pre-redux Sanders Sides vibes but Janus talking to Roman and then just Roman being Roman I guess? Just like (this fits in with some other Chicago animatics featuring Sanders Sides folks that I would love to do but never will) Roman committed murder (obvs) and Janus is Corrupt Lawyer and reassuring him that the press will love him and he’ll get off (also the foreign girl in Cell Block Tango is Patton)
1:37 to 1:46 (Dentist): I think I just was thinking Skybrine posing and doing some stupid little dance? Idk a lot of iffy ones in these first two minutes yikes
1:47 to 2:04 (Killer Instinct): I had a good idea for this one! But it’s gone! Oof!
2:05 to 2:23 (Loud): So Bruno and Augustus are standing on either side of Seto (normal) and are singing the song and going to make him join Klub Ice. At the line ‘the less you have to say the louder you yell it’ they pull off his big cloak/robe/whatever and then during the next line they’re somehow (idk Klub Ice magic roll with it) changing his clothes from whatever he wore under the cloak into appropriate Klub Ice attire and then shove him offscreen (idk just this part and the way she sings it gives me hella Klub Ice vibes just like brain? nah fam be loud and sexy and party)
2:24 to 2:52 (Stars): All I remember was someone standing on a rooftop looking out and that’s...just the song.
2:53 to 3:14 (Wait for it): Again I have no idea what I thought at the time but it was definitely angsty (:
3:15 to 3:24 (A Sentimental Man): I know Notch is singing (because evil man everyone thinks is good) and the vibes I’m getting now are either Sky or Steve and I have no idea which.
3:25 to 3:45 (Hey Little Songbird): Herobrine is singing and smoking a cigar/ette and grinds it under his foot at the end to put it out, I think maybe he was singing to Alex? Could also be like TrueMU or Deadlox or something but idk mate
3:46 to 3:56ish (Macavity): It’s about Herobrine who is appearing vaguely in the background making sexy(?) poses and someone else was in the foreground singing at some point??? Idk could be Sky and Deadlox could be Steve and Alex who tf knows not me not today
3:57 to 4:05 (The Pitiful Children): I think I had Herobrine singing to not-brine Sky? Circling ofc but if there was context it’s long vanished from my brain
4:06 to 4:16 (Easy Street): oh hey look hermitcraft It’s from the Head Games and whoever was giving all the cave spider heads is just dancing and a bunch of cave spider heads fall down and then at the end Cleo shows up as SpiderCleo and is just pissed
4:17 to 4:30 (The American Dream): I. Honestly have even less clue than the others. I think this one was always a weird one and honestly after learning a little bit about the source musical idk if I want to mess with that
4:31 to 4:42 (What’s Up Duloc): Ok I love this one it’s evil Notch and he’s just like looking over the world like ‘I’m going to destroy this’ and on the ‘bum bum bum bum bum’ small pictures of the Team Crafted folks in despair at an event pop up on beat like that’s what he’s planning to do to destroy them because Team Crafted strong like I seriously love that idea
4:43 to 5:03 (World Burn): Pretty simple, just Evil Xisuma, cuts on certain beats, whatever he has is maybe like somethign that brings up an admin panel? Or something like that? Anyway just Evil Xisuma being evil and angry what if it was emblazoned with a shimmering red apple on the back like a red version (for Hels) of a Notch apple because I love me some evil Notch
5:04 to 5:31 (Last Midnight): Another one I really really like! Going with some source vibes, like Herobrine is holding Sky’s amulet (he got deadified) and he’s singing it so angrily because his son (adopted because of magic deals but shhh) is dead due to these assholes and the assholes include Mitch (idk I guess Jerome is the ‘Baker’s wife’ here and got fucked over by prince bitch), Deadlox, TrueMU, and I guess Ssundee? Idk it’s just angry and upset Herobrine because people can suck and now his son is dead
5:32 to 5:44ish (Poor Unfortunate Souls): Felt more like an evil Herobrine song to me. He’s doing the deal thing and stuff is emphasized with fire because duh, probably Sky on the other side of the deal because Skybrine yeet, but yeah the fun
5:45 to 6:09 (Meant to be Yours): Deadlox (suitably fucked up because Heathers) banging on Sky’s closet door (Sky is inside because Heathers context) and there’s an image of them standing before a burning building idk it’s just the Heathers song but the bits she takes for the mashup and with Team Crafted boys
6:10 to 6:16 (Johanna): Uhhhhh the singer isn’t shown but I think it was just feminine Alex dancing and then sitting and looking out a window
6:17 to 6:40 (Hellfire for real this time): Notch is standing in a religious looking building and thinking horny thoughts and the object of his lust is also feminine Alex because reasons
6:41 to 6:55 (bits of some of the other songs): Just mini frames of the scenes; at the end the whole screen is Evil X doing his thing
I do not remember as much as I wish I did but hey it’s there
Anyway some of these could work as full animatics for the source song (Loud is a maybe, Poor Unfortunate Souls is obviously doable, Last Midnight is also a maybe, Razzle Dazzle definitely has the appropriateness for a full animatic) but some of them do not because of context and other stuff (Like...most of the ones I wasn’t sure about and then also Easy Street because the rest of it is significantly less fun, What’s Up Duloc has a lot of musical context in there, stuff like that). Idk it was just something I was thinking about again and this was the best way to talk about it all.
Also I thought evil Notch was underutilized and then I found more fics and I am vibing with them like I don’t have a problem with good Notch in fics but evil is so much more fun (then again I love Herobrine as a character because you can write him however the fuck you want sooooo)
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nervousgaylaughter · 5 years ago
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stolen glances and missed chances (chapter 1)
the 5 times Kate didn’t notice Eva and the 1 she did
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Eva is only five years old when she’s captivated by a girl at the park.
There's not too many kids there for a breezy summer day, but Eva likes it better this way. This is the 'good park' as her mom calls it. It's on the other side of town, the park by her house is where all her friends go, but this one has a better playground than hers. The kids who go here all know each other from Kindergarten, Eva's the outsider, and when there's less of them Eva feels less alone.
She’s on the swings, daydreaming and staring at the sky when yelling pulls her out of her serenity. She looks over to see an auburn haired girl yelling at her friend from across the monkey bars. “Kate, it’s only six bars you can do it!”
The girl, Kate, looks nervous but her friend’s words of encouragement send her leaping to the first bar. Eva stops swinging as she watches the brunette reach for the second bar. “Chess it hurts I don’t wanna.”
“Hey are you gonna swing or can my friend have a turn?” Eva’s attention is pulled away by a sweet looking boy around her age who gestures to his friend, a girl with a high pony tail wearing a pink shirt with a horse on it.
“Sorry you can go,” Eva says as she makes her way towards the monkey bars. By the time she looks back up Kate is on the fifth bar. The girl is shaking, but has a look of determination in her eyes.
“C’mon Kate one more!” The girl named Chess yells as Kate makes the reach for the last bar and suddenly swings herself onto the landing platform.
“You did it!” Chess pulls the shorter girl into a hug, but before Kate can respond Chess says, “Now let’s try the big kid bars!” And Chess runs off, leaving a wide eyed Kate behind.
“You did really good on those. I can never get past one,” Eva says as Kate finally meets her eyes.
“Thank you! I was really scared but I bet I can help you do it too,” Kate says earnestly.
”Kate let’s go!” Chess screams from a ways away. Kate looks at Eva and says, “I’ll see you at school,” before she runs after her friend. Eva knows she won’t ever see Kate at school, but is left wondering if she’d ever be friends with the intriguing girl on the monkey bars.
The thought leaves her five year old mind quickly, however, when her mom calls her name. "Eva! Come over here and take the twins on the slide please mija." So, Eva runs over to her mom and little brothers and the memory of Kate has already been forgotten as she enjoys her day in the sun.
2
Sophomore year had just begun and Eva, despite not making it as a freshman, had just been accepted on West High’s cheerleading team. Right off the bat, she’s proving all of them wrong about not letting her on last year. By their third game, it’s looking like Eva is going to be one of the highest ranked flyers in the state. Though she has no dreams of pursuing cheerleading beyond high school, she lives in the moment and is enjoying the ride of being on the winning team.
Everything is going smoothly until the rival game: Giles Corey High vs. West High. Tigers vs Titans. It’s the privileged private school rich kids vs the local public high school kids, but somehow, even with all their money, the Tigers are absolutely atrocious at football.
It’s thirty seconds until half time and the score is 58-0 for the Titans when their cheerleaders, ever the positive force, are trying and keep up everyone’s spirits with a new routine. Six girls are making a pyramid while a flyer and few bases are setting up behind them. Eva can’t see how or why, but suddenly the flyer is on the ground, she must have been dropped and had passed out and rolled into the pyramid, toppling over the whole squad as the girls fell on top of each other. The whistle is blown for half time, the paramedics are rushing towards the cheerleaders, and West High’s squad is just staring at the pile of girls on the other side.
“I’m gonna go use the bathroom,” Eva says to her captain who nods in response. Eva makes her way towards the stalls, and goes past the Tigers cheer squad.
“Is Farrah gonna be ok?” One girl insistently asks the paramedics, but she’s pulled aside by the Tigers’ captain.
“Farrah isn’t drunk again, right?” The captain asks the teary eyed girl as Eva keeps walking.
“She’s totally stoned, you do know that Riley.” A dark skinned girl says to a redhead who is anxiously biting her nails.
”Uh guys I don’t think we’re gonna win anyways so it’s fine right?” The girl in the mascot suit says.
Eva doesn’t like eavesdropping but it’s impossible not to hear the panicked words of a squad in shambles. She finally makes it to the bathrooms where a dark haired girl wearing a black choker is banging on one of the stalls.
I didn’t know Giles Corey allowed their cheerleaders to wear jewelry, Eva thinks.
“Chess, no one is mad at you please come out.”
“Gimme a second Kate,” the girl behind the stall says.
“Chess please I don’t care what everyone else thinks I just wanna know if you’re ok.” Kate gets frustrated and turns her back to the door, slouching down to the ground.
“You know, I thought your guys’ formations were really on point tonight,” Eva offers to the girl in distress.
“What does it even matter? We can do a whole night of perfect cheers, but one slip up is all anyone will remember tomorrow,” Kate says dejectedly, and Eva notices that, though the girl is upset, she’s kinda cute. But Eva doesn’t let herself think about it, they’re rivals and cheerleading is an overwhelmingly straight sport.
“Well, screw everyone else, I’m rooting for you guys,” Eva says.
“We don’t need your pity,” Kate says as the door behind her opens.
“Let’s get back to the squad Kate,” Chess says, not looking her friend in the eye. Kate nods as she follows Chess out of the bathroom. Eva is about to say goodbye as Kate nearly walks into Eva’s shoulder as she passes her.
Eva doesn’t blame the girl for her rudeness though, Kate is taking out her anger on the first ‘enemy’ she could find. If what she overheard was any indication, the Tigers had a lot of shit going on that they so desperately need to deal with. Eva walks back to her squad thinking about the cute angry brunette who probably wasn’t allowed to be wearing that choker at all.
“Did you wash your hands?” One of her teammates asks her jokingly when she gets back.
“Oh yeah,” Eva responds as she realized she was so distracted she forgot to actually use the bathroom. Her team begins gossiping about and berating the Tigers, but Eva zones out daydreaming about the girl she met.
3
As the year progressed, Eva found herself becoming more and more captivated with science. Specifically the science behind climate change. Lucky for her, there’s a townhall tonight in Giles Corey High School’s auditorium with a Senator up for reelection who doesn’t believe in global warming.
Eva decides to observe for the first half of the town hall. Even though it’s a huge election coming up, she notices a distinct lack of people in the room. Eva came alone and was sitting by herself. There’s two girls sitting a few rows in front of her, a crew of guys to her right, and several teachers, but the 1250 person auditorium is practically empty.
They’re on the topic of foreign affairs when one of the girls in front of her gets the microphone.
“Hi. I’m Kate. I just wanted to ask what makes you think it’s ok to ridicule and sexualize a 16 year old girl on Twitter.”
Eva’s eyes widen and she mutters “Oh shit,” to herself. She looks up to see a girl wearing a flannel standing with her arms crossed. Eva recognizes the snark, it’s the Tigers cheerleader from the bathroom that night.
The politician’s eyebrows quirk, looking visibly annoyed by the question he replies, “And when would I have done that?”
“March 3, 2018 you tweeted ‘What a shame about that gymnast Francesca. Her talents and looks will be missed (by me especially).’ That’s when you would have done that,” she says with a sarcastic glare.
The girl next to Kate, who must be Francesca- Chess Eva realizes- shrinks in her seat, but Kate won’t back down. There’s an awkward silence
Who shortens Francesca to Chess of all things, Eva wonders when the Senator responds, “I was merely expressing my sadness that dear Francesca couldn’t go to the Olympics, that’s all.” He gives Kate a cheesy politician smile, but she won’t take that for an answer.
Well I guess all things considered it's better than Franny.
“Bullshit-” the moderator interrupts the girl, “Kate please restrain yourself-” but Kate just cuts him off too, “You’re gonna delete that Tweet and apologize right now.”
“I have no obligation to a girl like yourself.”
“This town hall is being livestreamed. Unless you wanna be the asshole of the nation I think you better do what I asked.” Kate and the Senator are in a staring match, and the young girl will not back down. Eva would say she was surprised at the girl’s directness, but she remembers her prior interactions with Kate and cannot deny her feisty nature. Though there’s only about 15 people in the room, the tension is palpable. If anyone knows the power of going viral, it’s Giles Corey High School.
The politician begins to look uncomfortable, he fixes his tie, “I will delete the tweet after this meeting, and Francesca, I apologize for the content of my tweet.”
Kate, finally satisfied, sits back down and looks at Chess who is anxiously playing with the sleeve of her jacket, but gives a grin to Kate. Eva is no longer paying attention to the moderator as she watches the interaction between the girls. If she’s being honest with herself, even though Kate is a cheerleader, she gives off gay vibes, and Eva is intrigued with the girl.
The two girls are having a hushed conversation when Chess gets out of her seat, making her way towards the back of the auditorium. Kate follows the girl’s path until she’s out of sight, when Eva catches her eye. They hold eye contact for a second, Kate scrunches her eyebrows trying to remember why the girl seems familiar which Eva finds adorable. Eva gives her a wave, and Kate just responds with a head nod, when her attention is diverted by the return of her friend.
Kate smiles for the first time that night when Chess sits down and Eva has a realization. Kate’s totally in love with Chess, but Chess is most definitely straight. Eva feels sad for Kate and the seeming hopelessness of their situation, Eva herself had a crush on her best, well ex-best friend, but the moderator announces, “Now onto climate change.”
Eva puts her thoughts about Kate’s disposition aside as she raises her hand to ask the politician her question. The microphone is brought to Eva as she notices Chess seems far more relaxed than she had been a few minutes earlier. She has stopped fiddling with her jacket sleeve completely, and is laughing at whatever Kate is telling her.
It's none of your business Eva, just forget it, she tells herself. She grabs the mic and begins her leading question on climate change as Chess and Kate make their way past her and out of the auditorium.
Once again, Kate follows Chess, and Eva watches and wonders if she would ever get to know the snarky girl better.
4
Eva is at JJ’s Bikes and Boards looking for a new skateboard when she hears the shop’s bell ring. Thinking nothing of it she continues to scan her options. For her thirteenth birthday, Eva’s parents got her a simple black longboard which she has covered with stickers over the years, but she wants to get into skate tricks which requires a skateboard. The rainbow one immediately catches her eye, but Eva thinks that might be a little too much, so she grabs the plain black one. She decides stickers are more her style.
She has to choose quickly though because her shift at the local pizza joint starts in 30 minutes which means she’s dressed in her signature red pizza hat, red pizza polo, and of course her favorite jean jacket. Not necessarily a skater girl look, but more of a girl who needs to support her family look.
“How would one go about painting a skateboard?” Eva hears a girl ask JJ.
Eva is endeared by that thought. She loved personalizing her longboard, but couldn’t do any form of art to save her life. She peaks over the rack of pennyboards to see who asked the question and of course it’s her. Eva just cant seem to stop running into the small angry girl from the Tigers. Eva hears JJ describe the kind of skateboard she needs and grabs the right one for Kate.
“So basically you have to sand it down and then when you’re done cover it with sealant,” JJ describes to a very interested Kate.
“Hey I overheard so I grabbed the skateboard you need,” Eva taps Kate on the shoulder.
“Oh. Thanks,” Kate begins to turn back to the register, but Eva wants the conversation to keep going.
“So why are you painting a skateboard?”
“It’s my best friend’s birthday soon and her current one is so ratty that I thought I’d make her a new one that’s unique like she is,” Kate says with a smile.
“Oh that’s nice,” is all Eva could manage before JJ rung up Kate’s purchase. There’s a box full of buttons on sale for 99 cents a piece and Eva sees Kate pick up one with a rainbow heart, fiddle with it a bit, and put it back before grabbing one with a black star and handing it to JJ.
Oh yeah, Eva thinks, she’s in love with her best friend and probably super repressed. Kate finishes buying her items and she gives Eva a kinda awkward salute on her way out, which Eva found completely adorable.
Why out of all the girls do you have to be so charmed by the repressed Tiger?  Eva’s thoughts are interrupted by JJ.
“Hey girl, whatcha buying this time? New wheels?”
“Nope, I’m getting a new skateboard so I can learn some tricks and not just cruise around.”
“OOOOH when you learn you have to come back round and show me some videos, ok sweetheart.”
“Of course JJ,” Eva hands JJ her debit card and, somewhat impulsively grabs the rainbow heart button. JJ makes no comment, she just smiles as she adds that to the purchase.
Eva grabs the skateboard and the button and heads back to her car to drive to work. She stares at the button in the palm of her hand. Everyone at school knew she was gay, so why did pinning it on her jacket seem like such a big deal? Kate was considering buying it, but so what, it’s not like Eva had a crush on the girl she barely knew. It should be nothing, but for some reason she can’t explain, it feels significant to Eva.
With a deep breath, Eva puts the button on the pocket of her jacket and begins to drive to work.
5
It’s been an overwhelmingly boring shift for Eva so far. She delivered the usual 2 cheese pizzas extra sauce (who gets extra sauce?) to the Andersons, the weekly munchie order for the stoned kids at the nearby college (they tip horribly), and even a whopping 15 pizzas for a spoiled eight year old’s birthday party (she got out of there as quickly as possible), but nothing eventful had really happened.
Her next stop was in a gated community (she hated delivering there, the guard always took so long to let her in) with a gluten-free cheese pizza going to 16 Hartcourt. She rings the doorbell several times before two girls come to the door.
One of the girls abruptly grabs the box and asks, “Do I know you?” They recognize her as West High’s flyer. That’s a first. No one has ever bothered to remember her before. The girls explain that they’re Tigers, and now Eva notices the Tigers jersey one of them is wearing. Eva awkwardly fumbles through her ramble about how she’s rooting for them, but she keeps thinking about the fact that this means Kate is somewhere nearby.
Just as she’s talking about the unfairness of their viral video she’s cut off as she sees the unamused expression on their faces.
“Well, uh it was nice to officially meet you.”
“Yeah well I’m sure we’ll see you again soon,” but the girl looks as if she wished that would never come true. Eva tips her hat at the girls and makes her way back towards her car when a figure comes storming though the darkness towards her. They just barely avoid colliding with each other when Eva recognizes the figure as a distressed Kate. She has tears in her eyes, her fists are balled up, and she’s breathing heavily.
Despite her better judgement, Eva calls after the girl, “Hey are you ok?” Kate completely ignores the pizza girl and continues into the house. Eva just sighs as she does unnoticed by Kate once again as she gets into her car.
Eva checks her phone to see how much they tipped her, since they’re rivals she’s not expecting much but a $3 tip for a $12 pizza is not too shabby. Riley might be the captain of the Tigers, but at least she’s not a monster.
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It wasn’t until three days later when she’s scrolling through twitter and sees something about the Tigers that she realizes she was there that night. She was there when a drunk freshman killed a boy and two of the other girls, one of which is Chess. Kate's best friend.
Eva knows it’s absolutely none of her business, but she can’t help but wonder how Kate is doing. There’s no way the short-tempered girl is dealing with her feelings healthily. But then again, anyone who loses their best friend, crush or no crush, can’t be expected to react rationally at all.
Eva has no way of contacting Kate without it being totally creepy, so she just hopes that the girl is doing alright.
Then she gets an email. It’s from Giles Corey High School. They’re offering her a full scholarship, holy shit that’s $60,000, Eva thinks, and all she has to do is be on the cheer team. On one hand the Tigers have an amazing science program, and murder squad or not, she doesn’t think she can pass up that opportunity.
There’s no way someone on the cheer team will be murdered again, that’s just statistically improbable, Eva reasons. How can one pass up this chance, she loves West High and all her friends, but in order to go to college, she really needs a full ride, and more Tigers than Titans get scholarships, so the choice is obvious.
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old mx fic - some last real big projects
here are all the various messy ideas i’ve had from the beginning to the most recent times, a real good way to trace the development of my interests- from a catch-all doc
“Just the two of us” AOA → Lostboycrow - Love Won't Sleep (Kill Them With Colour Remix), wizard - forgive, opia-falling (wheathin remix), iu’s jam jam, ozzie see me, Zayn - Pillowtalk (No Sleep Remix), Justin Abisror - i’m gonna go (instrumental), AOA “Under the street lamps”  ---> sex song
Shiny eyes and pouting lips
it actually talks about a boy going with a french prostitute for the first time in his life and discovering that he loves her despite her being a prostitute and not understanding a word she says
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acCzIUE8qwc
https://affenknecht.com/lyrics/rammstein-fruhling-in-paris/
Fashion prompt au:
Soft browns, long coats, and big sweaters! Jooheon and pink pastels and aesthetic color clashing! Changkyun.
Big sweatshirts and fluffy pastel fashion with rude logos! Changkyun and long, dark, almost witch-like fashion, indie/hipster! Jooheon
Both hella pastel or both super punk rock boyfriends.
Jooheon is the softest punk boyfriend with pastel boyfriend Changkyun who looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you; isn’t afraid to fight.
Soft whites/pink pastels! Jooheon (Soft browns, long coats, and big sweaters! Jooheon)  and muscle shirts/athleisure! Boyfriend Hyunwoo.
5 times hyunwoo coordinated his outfits to match with his boyfriend’s and one time jooheon did the same
Pastel fashion! Jooheon with punk! Wonho. A scene in which Wonho makes jooheon try on his clothing and he looks so good, he’s never allowed outside wearing that kind of fashion ever again.
“I was carving my name into your side and you were calling me soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention.”
Trista Mateer, from “For the One Who Loved My Hands More than Anything Else,”
How lovely the silence of growing things
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbC0IOVM09A rapper solo 2016 gda
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWRGqx8104w sistar performance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkNkuUmTdOY  kcon vid? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xskGDUAZtq4 kcon vid found
we’re stuck in a log cabin overnight during a snowstorm bc of some stupid school team building exercise and it’s freEzing and I can’t sleep and you can hear me shivering in the next bed so you pick me up and dump in your bed and good grief you are hot in every sense of the word’ au --- definitely showheon
We met briefly on the plane ride over, then again at a bar just off of post, had a one night stand, now it’s first formation and SURPRISE! I’m your new Commanding Officer and you’re my new First Sergeant AU ---- showheon probs
Fantasy military au! Where taekwoon and hakyeon are conflicting military generals vying for the same position and a former love.
However, taekwoon decides to switch sides mid-battle with the intervention of a few heavenly helpers.
Jaehwan power dynamic fic. Top of the military chain, seems so pretty and delicate, but with one word through his generals and commanders they’d be dead. Image of him in chair, with only military longcoat on, bruises on thighs, neck and body, with hongbin and hyuk kneeling at his feet.
http://kin.naver.com/qna/detail.nhn?d1id=3&dirId=302140101&docId=263876142&qb=6rOg65Ox7ZWZ7IOdIOuCqOyelOuNsCDruYXsiqTqsIA=&enc=utf8&section=kin&rank=1&search_sort=0&spq=0
Please power dynamics SO MUCH
Origin fic, how Jaehwan got to power, how he picked up hongbin and hyuk as his second in commands. How hongbin and hyuk separately interact with him and each other.
Also an au where the human world has been incorporated with the world of gods, so much of the military is biased towards the gods as the top commanders, of course not acknowledged out loud, but people usually suspect things.
Military au! Where it seems like taekwoon and hakyeon are rival military generals vying for the same position and a former love.  However taekwoon forms a new strategy mid-battle and instead, it’s one that aims straight for Hakyeon’s heart.
however, taekwoon changes what he’s fighting for mid-battle with the helpful (or unhelpful) intervention of some heavenly beings.
Maybe include a bit of teasing from hyuk, he really does love his hyung but he loves riling him up. Flirts with him a little bit to make taekwoon jealous, obviously hakyeon knows and is a little exasperated, but taekwoon can’t believe this young man who’s someone higher up in position than him is also acting like this to someone older than him.
http://happycakeycake.tumblr.com/post/153833786832/hong-buns-cha-just-came-out-to-have-a-good
http://happycakeycake.tumblr.com/post/153834638942/prince-taekwoon-do-not-edit-romantic-cat
It’s hard to keep a frivolous god under control, but it’s even harder to keep a frivolous lover
how lucky it is that hongbin and sanghyuk have been tasked with both!
i’m looking for you (you’re looking for me)- conflicting military generals
think about love- pet house au
baby (with drowsy eyes), say something- lace pet au
so arrogant (but I like that attitude)-more lace pet au? 1st Chapter name maybe
In a world where pets are extremely expensive and treasured property, military commander taekwoon is encouraged to spend his well earned credit in a pet house. The pleasure slaves there are rumored to be the most expensive things ever, but even one hour with them brings an experience that’s supposedly worth every cent. Taekwoon has no use for his overwhelmingly large paycheck, and besides, what’s the worst that could happen?
Workaholic military general taewoon is dragged out by his friends for a night out to the theatre. There, he makes a connection with the most beautiful dancer he’s ever seen.
Lonely military general taekwoon is gifted (burdened) with a pushy, loud-mouthed pet named hakyeon
Scene where they’re both in leo’s lonely ass woods cabin with rainy day outside and hakyeon reading by the fire/leo working: maybe a fight or changing point
N with lace collar or blindfold OR BOTH???? Hakyeon cuddled up in taekwoon’s large military jacket with a lace collar and black booty shorts by the window.
Where taekwoon gets a personal military outfit tailored for N with lace detailing (lace collar) just because he’s a top ranking general and because he fucking can. Totally showing him off at the office, but get jealous anytime anyone looks at him with anything hinting at lust or attraction.
Hades and persephone au:
Taekwoon hates the coming of spring, the arrival of hakyeon; yet he wants to possess him, he wants that beautiful smile, his tanned skin, and his entire heart and soul, ok but like what if the underworld was super militaristic and everyone had to dress in military uniforms, but above world everyone dresses in loose bright clothing and hakyeon has to wear a specifically tailored military uniform once he goes to the underworld.
“you belong to the underworld now; you body, soul, and your way of dress are to be part of this place”
Hyunwoo hasn’t left the shadows of the Underworld for millenias on end, but today when he looks up toward the Above, something has him interested.
More jookyun hades and persephon
Changkyun knows he’s young and brash, but the evidence of what he’s just done is sitting in front of him and crying into cupped palms, which makes him regret his hot-headed actions even more. As Kihyun would have probably said, “changkyun what makes you think that kidnapping someone is a good way to get them to notice you?” In Changkyun’s defense, it had seemed like a really good idea at the time. WRITE JOOHEON IN THE WHITE SHIRT- also maybe changkyun in black fighter outfit or that plaid jacket w/ hoodie because underworld is definitely rocker chic.
“Awkward hell lord” daniel, hecate! Kihyun,
yes i’m a bad boy (so yes i like you)- CUTE OUTFITS WHERE CHANGKYUN IS DRESSED IN TOUGH CHIC CLOTHING AND JOOHEON IS DRESSED IN THAT LOOSE WHITE T SHIRT/
Where Joohon has a terrible weakness for bad boys and Changkyun thoroughly exploits said weakness (even though he’s actually a lameass nerd). What if he was a waiter/barista and looked so heavenly and cute in that white button up and changkyun comes in threatening at the end of his shift to try and scare people away.
I’m a fighter, fighter (your champion)- WRITE JOOHEON IN THAT ONE OUTFIT WHERE HE’S SITTING WITH SOME BEAR STICK THING IN ALL BLACK CAUSE HIS THIGHS LOOK REALLY GOOD
Everyone here fights for a reason: money, fame, freedom, love, or survival.
but when shownu looks down at his bloodied knuckles, he doesn’t know why he’s here. He doesn’t know why he’s fighting. He continues living: day in and day out, punching and kicking, until he falls or his opponent does. The next morning he’s dragged out to do the exact same thing over and over again. For what reason? He doesn’t know.
This is the first night that Shownu actually feels like he slept well. Today’s fight had been great, at least by his standards. His opponent had been significantly younger than him, and he had huddled in the corner of the ring as Shownu slowly advanced on him. He had screamed and refused to fight before crying and begging to be let go as the bear-headed judges dragged him away. Shownu felt a twinge of pity for the boy, for he somehow knew that where the boy was being taken would be infinitely worse than being bruised and beaten by him.
Maybe this is the why he dreams tonight. He dreams of a young man and with a honey-sweet smile. The whole image is blurry, but he can  
Another fantasy-caged au, merge this one/separate from oracle au????
Mute dreamseer Jooheon, kept up in a beautiful gilded cage for his entire life. Looking for new guards that know nothing of the situation to watch him.
Changkyun is one of the newest, but most eligible fighters. Blessed with the element of fire, trained as a small child to fight.
Kingdom grants him a sum he can’t say no to, but wonders what’s so precious that requires so much protection.
Use that one post of lace and roses: http://t1cc.tumblr.com/post/138081715838/i-dont-do-anything-with-my-life-except: good imagery for a fic, a cage of lace and satin?
Demon/Angel/Human au: WRITE JOOHEON IN THAT ONE OUTFIT WHERE HE HAS HIS HAIR SLICKED BACK IN THE WHITE TSHIRT OR HIS ALL IN OUTFIT WITH THE WEIRD STRAP ACROSS THE CHEST DURING AS
Angel jooheon is friends with demon changkyun, and recently jooheon has been very infatuated with human hyunwoo. Changkyun obviously gets some jealousy issues since he’s been chasing Jooheon’s admirers away for centuries. There’s no way his efforts will be ruined by some simple human.
Angel jooheon meets gentle demon shownu and they both are kinda bad at their jobs
Angel jooheon and demon changkyun meet over a fight about a human’s soul and changkyun accidentally gets hooked on jooheon’s obnoxious personality and dimpled smile.
Demon changkyun is hell bent on bringing Jooheon down. There is no way someone can be so pure and innocent without any darkness in them. Determined to defile him somehow. Or the story of how changkyun tries to be an evil demon, but really he’s just a sucker for Jooheon’s smile. Where Changkyun thinks he wants to see Jooheon cry, but really he’s more of a sucker for his smile.
unfair love
Jooheon towards shownu, accidentally teasing him?
Jooheon being oblivious towards changkyun, “you’re so unfair towards me, why can’t you see me as perfect boyfriend material hyung?”
Serial killer, murderers au, i love you so much (we were made for each other)
Where both shownu and jooheon are psychopaths and they find the purest love in each other. Also accidental murder on both sides?????? yay????
Jooheon’s been betrayed so many times, so there’s no way he’ll let the best thing that’s ever happened to him leave him now.
Hyunwoo has felt nothing his entire life. He’s been detached from his family for years and he’s never been able to connect with his so called friends. He’s been so lonely, but when he’s with Jooheon, he wants to wrap his entire being around him, love him, touch him, and possess him. He’ll use anything and everything he has to keep Jooheon with him forever. Even if the consequences are Jooheon’s tears and hate, there’s no way he’ll let him go.
When Changkyun had said “if i had to die I would like to go via suffocation by your thighs”, Jooheon was not supposed to have said okay and then sat on his face and actually strangle him to death. With his thighs. He regrets everything and nothing at the same time.
Policeman changkyun is faced with the most gruesome series of murders he’s ever witnessed in his career. He’s tired, stressed, and his sweet cheeked boyfriend keeps disappearing during the strange hours of the night. Something’s obviously suspicious here, and there’s no way Jooheon being his lover will prevent Changkyun from properly doing his job.
Maneater au? Not sure if i want this to be literal or not. If literally maybe incubus au (please use those cute demon horn with heart sticker pics) with young stupid demon prince - changkyun who overestimates his own power and jooheon basically knocks him down a few pegs. Or maybe Jooheon and hyunwoo are dating and Jooheon is sincerely in love this time and to him sex doesn’t have to do anything with love since for him it usually just means dinner, and he also doesn’t want to end up accidentally draining hyunwoo dry. Of course hyunwoo has no idea and is dying of blue balls, so he gets to work testing jooheon’s self control. We all know how this ends obviously.
If literally, maybe men around their early to mid 20s have been disappearing and turned up half eaten. Young policeman changkyun investigating these cases and comes upon a young man walking around in a dangerous part of town just as he finishes his rounds and goes up to him to ask him if he can offer him a ride home and maybe a coffee date later. They start dating and suddenly the killings stop. However, once Changkyun tries to investigate into them Jooheon strangely becomes aggressive and tries to convince him to just leave them. Again we all know how this ends
Figuratively, jooheon’s what people would call a vixen, a slut maybe, but he prefers the word maneater. He strings along multiple partners on his pinky fingers for months only offering them small trinkets of affection before tossing them aside. One day when he meets hyunwoo he thinks it’ll just be another easy conquest, but hyunwoo purely falls in love with him and hijinks ensue. Like feelings or smth. Also aggravated best friend changkyun please.
If you write any of these listen to man-eater on 8tracks by chuwenjie.
Rich young master:
Changkyun’s the young spoiled rich son of a CEO and Jooheon’s the newly hired part time worker who knows nothing about the unwritten rules of serving the young master. Of which includes don’t ever talk back or offend him.
Hyunwoo is a lonely heir to an entire company and a rich fortune. For years, all he’s done is shut himself away and worked to better the company. His lifelong friend (and unofficial housekeeper) is tired of Hyunwoo’s shit and puts out an ad for a someone that would be willing to clean Hyunwoo’s old mansion for a few hours everyday. A young rapper named Jooheon picks up the job offer because hey he needs to make a few bucks on the side and cleaning for a few hours every day isn’t that bad. A cheesy romance story where a lonely soul meets a warm one.
Mafia boss/pet au:
Shownu is the kindest person Jooheon has ever met, and he wonders why someone like him would be living in this kind of neighborhood. In which Jooheon and shownu are your typical next door neighbors, but in a neighborhood that is completely owned by the mafia. Little does Jooheon know, Shownu is actually the boss who owns the neighborhood.
Jooheon is a pampered pet of the most powerful mafia boss of the city, hyunwoo. However, the arrival of a new recruit catches his eye. He asks Hyunwoo if he can have him, and of course there’s no way Hyunwoo can say no his precious pet.
Changkyun is part of a group of new recruits who have been integrated into hyunwoo’s mob. Of course, their loyalty must be tested somehow, and Jooheon’s perfectly willing to do whatever his master needs him to. The new recruits only take up more of Hyunwoo’s precious time, and he needs someone to spend time with Jooheon. It just so happens that Jooheon’s taken interest in one of the new recruits, and Hyunwoo needs someone to take care of him while he’s away. Or basically Changkyun is tasked with the babysitting of Hyunwoo’s precious pet, which both tests his patience and sexuality. MAKE JOOHEON WEAR WHAT HE’S WEARING IN SLOW W/ HYOLYN. Power dynamics galore please
As the most powerful mafia boss in the city, Hyunwoo must constantly watch over everything he loves. As it stands, Jooheon has been the most precious thing to him for years. With a new batch of recruits arriving, they all have to be thoroughly tested for their loyalty, and it just so happens that his pet has taken up interest in one of them. Hyunwoo has always believed in the motto of killing two birds with one stone. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with spoiling his pet for a bit.
http://sterekvoid.tumblr.com/post/153757382229/super-sick-and-want-to-die-but-showheon-keeping-me: please this position,
Changkyun is completely sure at this point that he will be Monsta X’s new boss; he’s directly under the chain of power as the group’s current boss, hyunwoo, is ready to retire. He’s done everything over the past 2 years to gain hyunwoo’s approval and he’s so sure that hyunwoo will name him his successor that he’d bet his life on it (not like that’s a valuable form of currency in the world of crime ha). However, hyunwoo’s got one more test for him before the exchange of power happens, and it could be the one that makes it or breaks it for Changkyun.
   The test? Show his absolute loyalty and devotion to hyunwoo by laying his life out on the line for his beloved cousin Jooheon. Basically Changkyun just got stuck being some glorified babysitter for a sweet-cheeked, baby-faced, college student, who also happens to know nothing about his cousin’s shady business in crime. The catch? Changkyun is allowed to drop out any time, but he’d be forfeiting his claim to the top position forever, and there’s no way, insufferable babysitting or not, he’s giving up on that.   
One scene: Somehow Jooheon gets his feet hurt or something?? Or his leg hurt, and he and changkyun get into a big fight over taking his pants/socks off? Maybe leave them behind so he can clean the wound. Image, Jooheon cuddled by the window in a sweatshirt and boxers in a safehouse somewhere holding a grudge against Changkyun.
Very dark pet au:
Lighter but not (crack) more action and kind of tense/action feel:
Write something with that one picture of Jooheon where he looks like a policeman. Policemen Jooheon and hyunwoo versus mafia boss changkyun???
Gods/virtues au:
Changkyun is Apollo and he falls in love with a simple wood nymph named Jooheon. They make some sick beats with each other and fall in love along the way.
Jooheon, the patron saint of victory grants Hyunwoo the everlasting curse of victory and war as he lays on the battlefield pleading with his last breath.
Changkyun is a rising young general and he knows to ensure victory he must make a successful deal with a god. Unfortunately, he makes it with the wrong one entirely.
Young powerful God Jooheon and his warrior boyfriends, inspired by jooheon’s look in slow w/ hyorin. Hyorin could be like his female counterpart?
Plant shop/florist
Changkyun’s found his own personal haven with the new botanical shop that’s just opened down the street.
Forest nymph:
Changkyun gets himself lost in the forest the one day he voluntarily decides to go outside, and he encounters playful woodland nymph Jooheon.
Werebear hyunwoo and forest nymph Jooheon and their lovey dovey, domestic life in the forest.
Cute garden witch Jooheon, maybe this could link to plant shop one??
Mermaid au- cute bunny jooheon in that one white shirt, soaked through? Hair slicked back?
Shownu likes to swim, best mermaid ever. What kind though-gentle whale shark?? Rescues bunny hybrid jooheon when he accidentally falls into the big forest lake? s’cute
Hanahaki Disease
Changkyun coughs up pink/yellow/orange/blue daisies; he’s in love with Jooheon, but Jooheon has always only seen him as a little brother. When he looks at Jooheon, Jooheon is only looking at hyungwoo.----unfair love
http://livingartsoriginals.com/flower-daisy.htm
Jooheon starts to cough up pink tulips, and he knows he can’t avoid either telling shownu or letting himself die. Changkyun crushes his own daisies in his hand and tells Jooheon that there’s no way he’ll let him do this to himself. Even if he has to betray him by telling hyunwoo.------i knew from the beginning (that there is no answer)
http://livingartsoriginals.com/flower-tulip.htm
Shownu coughs up blue daisies. He presses each separate petal into a book and checks himself into the hospital.--------i knew from the beginning (that there is no end)
Ten demon au
Murderer johnny is out for his daily rounds at night when he finds a starving demon and he takes it upon himself to feed it.
Tiny guardian au
Tiny shoulder guardians, angels or devils
Changkyun has jooheon as his shoulder guardian, angel jooheon, don’t know if i can make this one shippy? Maybe Changkyun introduces jooheon to shoulder guardian hyunwoo and they have the purest fluffiest love.
Spy agency au
Literally honey trap au though, jooheon’s known for successes on honey trap mission, nickname honeybee. Given a new mission to seduce the rich heir changkyun to gain some important information about his company to see whether if there could be secret plans from his company to produce nuclear weapons. Of course something goes wrong when changkyun ends up being Jooheon’s teenage love.
Spy partners IM and jooheon, or jooheon and shownu. Or jooheon is a spy and he lives next door to trainer shownu who has some suspicions about his neighbor.
Hybrid au
Puppy changkyun loves his owner Jooheon, he’s been with him his entire life and they’ve basically grown up together. He wishes he were bigger, that he could stand next to Jooheon and grip his hands with fingers and not paws.
Minhyuk decides to break some magical laws and grant his wish.
-     hybrid bunny jooheon and hybrid puppy changkyun
- Jooheon and changkyun met when they were kids and have grown up together, basically friends to lovers, except changkyun becomes a possessive dog hybrid when they’ve grown up.
-      bear shownu and bunny jooheon/bumblebee jooheon???
- hyungwoo decides to get a new hybrid pet to keep changkyun company. Changkyun doesn’t want to share his owner, but the new bunny hybrid is endearingly adorable and he warms up to him. Or kihyun w changkyun meets shownu w jooheon and the two hybrids are forced to spend time together since their owners are dating, and they slowly warm up to each other.
Teacher au
Competing music teachers changkyun and jooheon
Music teacher jooheon making some last minute copies before heading home and he hears a splashing in the pool and freaks out. Basically swim coach shownu loves practicing late at night and scares the fuck out of jooheon
Defiling the innocent
Churchboy jooheon and he somehow gets a less than innocent boyfriend in changkyun
Where hyunwoo and jooheon have been growing up together and one day hyunwoo has some strange thoughts about jooheon and thinks he’s being possessed by the devil.
Innocent church boy jooheon and actually demon changkyun, sexytimes in the church.
Arranged marriage au
Youngest son Changkyun from Kihyun’s family married to youngest son of hyunwoo’s family, jooheon. Either fantasy au or real world au?
Younger man Jooheon married off to silent and scary hyunwoo in the countryside. Slow burn of them falling in love.
Write something where changkyun has his hair up from that one performance of fighter of 161118 fighter/monsta x- fighter @musicbank
Model au
Grace’s prompt: Model shownu is in a rush to finish the day of work so he can head out for the night with wonho. Has had a long time crush on wonho since they both fought long and hard to enter model industry together. Rushes into changing room, hurriedly whipping off clothing and hears a surprised gasp. Sees a young man with full cheeks and slim eyes flushing a pretty pink as he averts his eyes and runs out of the room. Leaves shownu a little shocked and slightly yearning to chase after him. Sees him the next day and he cutely blushes again while looking shyly at hyunwoo.
Please include unknowingly married wonho and kihyun. Cute late night ramen outings with hyunwoo and jooheon/other models. Jooheon being starstruck by all the beautiful models. Jooheon having badass protective rapper friends jackson and changkyun.
Radio dj/singer/asmrtist Jooheon
Jooheon is the cutest idol changkyun’s had to write songs for
New radio dj jooheon joins old veteran shownu and they have some late nights together
Changkyun meets his favorite asmrtist/idol in person and he is absolutely adorable.
Boxer shownu au- shownu in glasses
Shownu does fighting and his cute boyfriend cheers him on at night
Doll/android au-shownu in glasses
Bored twenty year old changkyun is looking to buy one of those new Doll models on the market and he stumbles upon an older model called Jooheon. He is a worker just out of college and this model is much more affordable for him and somehow he feels a connection to it.
Scientist hyunwoo that makes the first successful model of an android, names it I.M. Unfortunately he’s not sure how to develop it emotionally and often leaves it to its own devices. His boyfriend discovers him one day and they form a bond, I.M.quickly develops emotional complexity, unfortunately one of those feelings is jealousy and possession.
Shownu is given one of those new fangled android models from some random selection that he somehow won. The cheery model named Jooheon bursts into his quiet life and changes it irrevocably.
Intimidating boyfriends au
Jooheon thinks he’s super intimidating and takes a lot of pride in that, but really it’s just because of his two boyfriends
SHOWNU IN GLASSES FOR EVERYTHING MAYBE/PUT JOOHEON IN THOSE CUTE SEXY OUTFITS HE WORE.
Please write a fic where jooheon is really thirsty for shownu’s arms/shoulders. His all in back dancing.
Thigh sex/intercrural sex:
Jooheon has thick thighs. That’s all there is to it. Maybe tie that into Changkyun’s obsession with his thighs? In quickies/moments of need jooheon’s thighs are all they need to get the job done. Shownu and jooheon and changkyun polyamorous relationship?
Melancholic/darker pet au!
Fallen in love with friend’s younger sibling au!
Here are Changkyun’s new year resolution’s: Love Jooheon, Cherish Jooheon, and Support Jooheon (heart), Kihyun watches Changkyun smirk to himself and he shakes his head at that idiot.
Midsummer night’s eve-Wedding night with shownu and jooheon but somehow put a twist on it? Maybe do garden nymph jooheon and shownu wedding night with ritualistic sex on midsummer’s eve? Where every midsummer night’s eve, someone in the clan has to host a celebration night for everyone. Unfortunately this year, it’s Jooheon’s turn and he has to tell Hyunwoo just how crazy it gets. Wherein midsummer’s night’s eve is the most active for garden nymphs and other magical creatures and it usually involves clan orgies. Jooheon still has to the duty to his clan and host it, but obviously can’t take part in all clan rituals anymore, jealous hyunwoo, slightly possessive changkyun, instead hyunwoo has the wildest night in his life with Jooheon high on spiritual energy.
Write amazing dancer hyunwoo-inspired by his performances on hit the stage. Jooheon getting so embarrassed watching his body rolls and hip thrusts. Maybe they work in the same company, Jooheon writes lyrics and hyunwoo choreographs. They have an end of the year december show and they’re both thoroughly enamored with each other’s performances. For one of hyunwoo’s later shows, Jooheon writes a rap for him.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
Sugar baby au- ken and leo
Kihyun wedding photographer for hyunwoo and jooheon
Jooheon sings inappropriate songs in English (missy elliot) and Changkyun gets really embarrassed.                                                                                                                                                                                                                           She’s dreaming: lyrics of talking about not remembering him next morning, do something with that, something whimsical, magical? Maybe god/night spirit changkyun and Jooheon never remembers him next morning. Or Jooheon has a weird sleep personality (really erotic night sex), but never remembers doing it with changkyun the next morning.
Red lips, curled lashes, flushed cheeks, soft skin, loose hair, gold jewelry. Hmm maybe with reborn oracle jooheon? Or pet jooheon idk
Write something/ integrate into fics based off of this photo: photographer au? Maybe the kihyun wedding one http://garisanee.tumblr.com/post/153703032612
Jooheon with smeared lipstick: mafia or pet au, maybe into gods au, murder au maybe????????
God au w/ heroes of the remixx, but also that other one with the gates and women one
Close: space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too close
Write something based off playing with fire, or insert into an au- gods au?
Maybe combine with this quote: http://dvoyd.tumblr.com/post/152519735188
Ooh soft fic: changkyun sends jooheon that one selfie in your likes, also the instagram accounts, boyfriend instagrams or they live kinda far away and routinely check each other accounts, hyunwoo gets jealous with all the pictures jooheon posts with other guys.
Cherubic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdyY-x4IX_E: shownu and jooheon taking pics of his abs for twitter pics, but kinda turns into a makeout session with some explicit videos and that’s why he can’t post them.
http://sterekvoid.tumblr.com/post/149778025364/shownu-looking-daddy-af
Daddy hyunwoo???????
http://sterekvoid.tumblr.com/post/153634045339/thankful-for-this-moment
Feeding?
That one picture of jooheon hugging hyunwoo from the side and he’s wearing a brown kind of zip up jacket, adorably pressed up against him.
For intimidating boyfriends au! That one picture of hyunwoo and jooheon in radio station with jooheon making a cute fight me gesture, but behind him hyunwoo looks like he’d actually fucking beat you up.
Stuck lyrics are really good, queen, blind, sir yes sir salute to your lips: all good for oracle au
Jooheon in dark outfit: https://68.media.tumblr.com/ad0dc00f77e935a701a31f6144e413eb/tumblr_ohijrdOo1W1u5ikz6o1_540.jpg, would work for murder au or maybe gods au for dark rituals?
Murder au, suits?????
Oracle au or murder au- girl your face is like a blue moon, smooth radio dj changkyun?
Can’t sleep love-Pentatonix: late night love making fic
When changkyun is actually taller than jooheon
Mafia ideas: suicide squad track in clubs, jooheon’s long dangling cross earring. Hyoyeon's mystery? At one point Changkyun gets properly fitted for a suit and he looks so good
A dimple is the mark left by an angel’s finger when turning up the baby’s face to kiss when they are sleeping. Potential oracle, angel/demon, au?? www.ancientsuperstitions.com/dimples-ears/
“What would you do if you had a free day with a lover?”..... “Uh what could we do?” “Watch movies I guess” ----jackson is totally thinking about something dirty
Mermaid jooheon please: something with changkyun or maybe koi fish/any other kind of fish jooheon meeting with gentle basking shark or whale hyunwoo.
Honey cafe: honey pots, honey rings
Lingerie model: thigh highs, garters
Piglet jooheon, bear hyunwoo, fox changkyun/wolf changkyun idk
But like the growth span of Jooheon in one year picture: au where jooheon and hyunwoo grew up together and hyunwoo always saw the other boy as a sweet little brother, but jooheon’s always been in love with him. He and his family had to move away when they were just kids, but at one point when they’re all grown up, kihyun mentions having a friendly get together with the people at his work and invites hyunwoo along, since they technically work in the same company, just in separate departments. There he meets jooheon again and holy shit wow he’s all grown up and damn did mother nature do well. They separated when they were just kids, but hyunwoo’s always remembered a boy with dimples as deep as the sea and eyes that formed a half crescent when he smiled.
I know what you did last summer: angsty au! Where hyunwoo’s promised betrothed of 5 years falls in love with a castle guard instead. Featuring much angst and crying. Please have a scene where hyunwoo confronts jooheon and grabs him by the shoulders and jooheon’s never seen him this angry. For the first time he’s actually scared of the other man, and hyunwoo watches jooheon’s face crumple and wet spots start to dot his sleeve. “I’m sorry, I never meant for this to happen, but…” he crumples in on himself before quietly admitting “you can’t control the way I feel.” Hyunwoo can’t control the surge of jealousy he feels, at the thought that he, the prince, the next king of this country, was somehow jilted for some common castle guard. He grips jooheon’s chin and forces him up into a bruising kiss. Their kisses before had been speculated by the public from behind judging lashes and hidden smiles, so they had been a short, chaste press of lips. But now in the privacy of their (shared) room, he swallows Jooheon’s surprised gasp and roughly licks his way into the other’s mouth, not caring for how wild he looks right now.
Shades of cool: A world where magical creatures are rare and few between, and the ones that are seen are locked up in various aquariums and zoos. Changkyun is given the chance to work at a local aquarium that is rumored to have caught a mermaid.
Handmaiden inspired visual aesthetic: That one scene where the lady was outside with the gentlemen,laid in the quiet forest and she’s wearing a loose hanbok with her hair down, but he has a casual light suit on. Maybe fantasy wedding/engaged au, where they escape to the forest one day when they’re supposed to be on a royal procession and on official business, but jooheon never looks happy during them so after a meeting with a local earl instead of boarding the train to the next county, he takes his hand and rushes them into a nearby garden that’s been closed to the public. Hyunwoo’s never been this spontaneous in his life, but when he remembers how uncomfortable Jooheon had looked under the hungry stares of the public, it only makes him run faster. “Wait, what are you doing?!” Jooheon shouts after him. “We’ll miss the train!”
Hyunwoo yells back, “I guess we’ll just be taking a bit of a detour then~”
Nose boop kiss
hybrid/woodland creatures au!: adorably nuzzling/writhing around in the snow or leaf pile.
Maybe domestic polyamory au!: christmas where changkyun and hyunwoo just accidentally are too busy and forget to get jooheon a gift. The two panic and somehow end up deciding popping out of a gift box shirtless is a good idea. Of course, that ends up going as smoothly as expected.
Including shirtless hyunwoo, ribboned changkyun, and hysterical jooheon.
Sweet boy: hufflepuff jooheon, slytherin changkyun, gryffindor shownu, kihyun slytherin, ravenclaw hyungwon, minhyuk hufflepuff, wonho gryffindor: hp au where slytherin changkyun is hopelessly sweet on oblivious hufflepuff jooheon.
Hyunwoo, minhyuk, wonho, and changkyun all play quidditch
Jooheon always comes to watch everyone’s practices, and Changkyun always ends up trying to show off. At one point idiotically flies into a pole.
Jooheon’s lips and fingertips stained black. No matter how hard he scrubs or washes it only gets darker and smears everywhere, with no sign of it coming off. He panics, leaving more black trails everywhere. Changkyun finds him huddled in the bathroom, face stained as if he had walked through a mine shaft, and the previously pristine, white walls pressed with black fingerprints.
“What’s wrong with me?” his friend cries. A typical friends to lovers story, except this time with demonic possessions
Prompt idea: he eats sunshine and star powder
“The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.”
your cheeks bleed a fiery red (but you cry a soft blue)
Fantasy au! where Changkyun is young, fresh-out-of-training, recruit for the special magical creatures unit of his local area. Not many people are willing to endanger themselves to help cosmic beings beyond their own comprehension, and Changkyun's especially rare, in that he signed up for direct in-field work out of his own volition. It was either that or a boring office job, and he'd much rather get blown to smithereens trying to help an allergic phoenix, than pour over endless forms for the rest of his life.
Of course, when he had said he expected his first day on-site to be filled with excitement, being completely on his own as he heads toward the largest warp portal he's ever seen in his life was definitely not the picture in his head.
Never did he think, as he stands shocked in a ruined church chapel, that on his first day he'd be given the opportunity to save an angel. A fallen one, to be exact.
Flower nymph/Witch au: Resin rings
https://www.buzzfeed.com/maitlandquitmeyer/little-luxuries-you-deserve-right-now?utm_term=.fozYAeWoG0#.aswkNw7oZz
This is so aesthetic a moodboard for something must be made HONEY'S cafe or some shit idfk
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A quiet night in together
I JUST WANT JOOKYUN IN T SHIRTS AND SHITTY PAJAMA BOTTOMS SITTY ON A WOOD PORCH AND DRINKING PINK CHAMPAIN OUT OF CAT MUGS THERE TOO DECADENT
Mångata
n. The road-like reflection of the moon across the water
Night-time reflections on drunken feelings and spare pink champagne
Changkyun’s cheek is almost completely numb against the wood railing when he hears the tell-tale swish of the front door. He raises his head, stretching out the crick in his neck as he looks toward the sky. According to the half-moon, it must be at least ten.
The glare of his phone tells him he’s off just so. 10:47.
The arrival of the apartment’s second tenant is indeed confirmed when their porch door rattles open against the shoddy metal frame. Newly-dyed blonde hair pops out into the moonlight, followed by slim eyes that crinkle fondly when they take in Changkyun’s welted cheek.
“Hey, I’m back. Did you wait long?”
The words puff as into visible clouds, and the younger man shivers as each syllable cuts through the air like a cold wind blowing towards him.
“Mm,” he hums noncommittally, leaning an elbow casually against the railing and keeping his face flat. “What do you think?”
Jooheon pouts, lips curving into an ever-familiar duck bill, and Changkyun resists the urge to snicker loudly. The other man fidgets at the younger’s impassive expression, reluctantly half-in and half-out between the porch and the living room.
“In my defense,” he states (see: whines), “Fridays are always rush nights. Plus,” he sighs dusting at unseen leftovers on tight slacks, “there were at least two days worth of leftovers to clean up.”
Changkyun goes lax against the wooden rails, amusement warming his stomach as he imagines Jooheon making puppy-eyes at untouched pies and cookies. His housemate immediately groans, sensing he’s about to be laughed at and disappears back into the darkness of the apartment. The creak of muffled footsteps recedes towards the bedroom and Changkyun can’t hold back his grin, breathing out noisy snickers and watching them unfurl as hints of mist into the frigid air.
Jooheon comes back in time to catch the last wisps of Changkyun’s laugh, pausing at the open doorway to hum out his own quiet giggle. The younger man is sprawled loosely against the porch, faded purple t-shirt and oversized sweatpants hanging off his frame, face relaxed as he grins openly toward the night sky. A cold draft winds around their building, and Jooheon tugs gingerly at the worn sleeves of what was once a maroon hoodie.
Now, in its washed-out red, the color fades into a pink under the moon’s spotlight and he fingers sulkily at fraying cuffs. A shadow of the tight cinch of the collar of his work uniform still remains under his skin, so he pulls the hoodie up to his mouth, hiding his face in soft cotton.
“Why are you even waiting out here anyway? It’s absolutely freezing...” Jooheon muffles out, shuffling forward to rest beside Changkyun on the railing. The younger turns immediately over onto his elbows, coming to hunch and glance towards the other man. He rolls his eyes, huffing as he rests his chin to a raised fist.
“Well, I thought I’d enjoy the view for a little, because someone said they’d be off-shift early today!” The moon cycle hits this week as a dangling half-sickle, and it had hung so crookedly beautiful in the sky, Changkyun decidedly bore the brunt of the cold for what he had thought would be a five-minute thought session with himself and the winking cosmos.
Unfortunately, deep thought leads to easy loss of consciousness, and he had promptly passed out in the cold.
Now, they’re both awake and shivering, each wondering why the other chose to stay outside. Jooheon shrinks his hands even further into his sleeves, rubbing thin cloth desperately together as his eyes wander up towards the sky.
“It’s because of the moon isn’t it?”
He takes Changkyun’s silence as a yes and snorts his signature croaky laugh into curled sleeves. “You’re such a nerd, why did I even ask?” He reaches over, ruffling a sleeved fist against Changkyun’s scalp. Even softened by worn cotton, the knuckles dig a bit too hard and combined with the late arrival home, Changkyun’s more than a little annoyed.
“Hyung - I swear to god,” he growls ducking away from the affectionate touch and turns to glare jerkily downwards. The intrusive hand pauses mid-air, where it had been buried in the younger’s hair just moments before, and slowly retraces a lingering path back to its owner.
The space between them grows thick with unreadable tension, and Jooheon swallows awkwardly as he tries to breathe through the silent space between them. It’s true, he had promised earlier this week when Changkyun shyly took his hand and asked if he was available Friday night. What he hadn’t expected was just how long cleanup would take today - busy enough for him to get back over an hour late than scheduled.
When he cautions a glance over to the younger man, he’s still adamantly avoiding Jooheon’s eyes. However, he’s also still shivering in his thin shirt, skinny arms wrapping tightly around an equally small chest. The best thing would be for the both of them to go back inside, but Jooheon is probably the last person who could convince Changkyun of that right now.
Well, if they’re both inevitably stuck out here, Jooheon might as well make something of that, right?
He whispers hesitantly, “Wait here-” before cutting away and heading back inside, letting the porch door slide closed with a clack.
Changkyun finally drops his sulk, straightening up to look regretfully back at the door. He had gotten irrationally mad in the moments past. Somehow Jooheon’s friendly teasing had hit an already exposed nerve and he had snapped. For the elder’s tough facade, he’s irrevocably soft inside, prone to crying at the smallest of things. Changkyun wouldn’t be surprised if his small eruption had driven the other man away for the rest of the night.
Just as he’s about to mope to the moon again, a noisy slam announces Jooheon’s (unexpected) return, and Changkyun has to control how quickly he perks up. The other man is back but with a puffy coat wrapped comically around an already oversized hoodie, another winter jacket in hand, along with two familiar mugs and a bottle of...is that champagne?
He bustles over, coat sleeves sliding and rustling loud enough to wake every bird in the neighbourhood, setting down the bottle and mugs in order to drape the jacket gingerly around Changkyun. He pats awkwardly at the younger’s now warm-er shoulders, making sure the jacket stays on before returning to his previous position against the railing.
Indeed, it is champagne upon closer inspection as Changkyun takes a closer look, pulling his goosebumped arms through the jacket at the same time. The fabric settles comfortably around his lanky proportions almost perfectly, and he realizes Jooheon’s somehow managed to dig out his favorite jacket from the mixed cesspool that is his bedroom.
ALSO LESBIAN JOOKYUN WITH SKINNY SHARP CHANGKYUN WITH THE SHARPEST EYELINER AND RIPPED JEANS AND SOFT CURVY JOOHEON wHO RECENTLY DYED HER HAIR BLOND AND CHANGKYUN S HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS
Compendium (n): a collection of concise but detailed information about a particular subject, especially in a book or a form of publication.
A string of loose stories and different universes for one Lee Jooheon
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Changkyun with like a rough spiky bob and messy bangs and the only thing she knows how to do is the fiercest eyeliner but jooheon always coos over her anyway "my favorite dongsaeng looks so adorable today!"
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COLLEGE LESBIANS JOOKYUN IS ALL I WANT IN LIFE
Jooheon with longer curly hair and soft curves and snapbacks that she thinks makes her look cool but it's just precious
Imagery practice:
Like a pastel painting but with the colors melting as if in molten lava, raspberry pink blending into a bright orange,  grey fading into a baby blue.
Rolling flames across the sky, pierced by shadows of telephone wires and tall trees
Fat lumps of grey sit still in the sky, looming and unchanging overhead. Yet, somehow it fades into a complete shade of open blue, barely dotted with white fluff. When the bus shifts, all he can see is the darkness of rain clouds again. It’s like watching foaming waves push out to the sea, going so far until everything melts into plain blue.
The vibrant green of the grass and the trees stands out cartoonishly in the shaded light and he blinks owlishly, wondering if he’s somehow living in a child’s drawing. White dots flutter across the open windows and they melt into the ground. It can’t be snowing in April, can it?
He squints harder, pressing his cheek to the lukewarm glass. The white pieces are actually minuscule petals, revolving through the spring wind as every tree shakes their flowers loose, shedding them for summer leaves instead. There’s so many of them flying around though that if he looks far away enough, it could be an early March blizzard.
The weather is strange today. It had been appropriately wet and freezing in the morning, the world saturated in shades of grey and green. Nothing unexpected after the previous night, where the heavens had poured out their sorrows out for hours on end.
However, as he steps out to the bus stop it’s blindingly bright. From inside glass windows, the sunlight seemed mild and subdued by the thick net of grey across the sky. Yet, as he’s almost blinded, it’s obvious the view from inside had been a lie. It’s another strange weather phenomenon  - yesterday the snowing flowers and today the post-rain sunshine.
Where could this expanse of sunlight come from, he wonders, finally relaxing his stare as he enters the shielded cover of the bus. The sky is entirely painted in grey, only occasional patches of watered down blue showing through. Somehow, the sharp light only stands out more, pure white smeared against a muffled backdrop.
Maybe he’s spent too long blankly staring at computer screens or just being inside, but he thinks this must be what heaven on earth looks like.
Dream: 4/24/17
A wide penthouse/apartment room, empty except for two large beds and some tables and cabinets.
It seems dark, but there’s wide rectangular glass window that takes up the entire front wall. It shows through as cloudy and gloomy - the expected night city view is shrouded in gray mist; the room completely dimmed and dark: only off-white light coming from the window - more like a buzzing violet, hazy enough to be a fog.
Kihyun sat on one bed, face placid and unreadable as he stared at Jooheon sleeping under the covers in the other, Changkyun sitting on the edge of the same bed, hovering over him.
His arms are bare, but he’s safely tucked under blankets; sleeping so calmly - completely open and vulnerable.
eyes closed with lashes pressed and fluttering against his cheek, mouth slightly parted as he breathes sleepily, cheeks squished into the pillows; blond hair ruffled and curly.
Curled like a baby with blankets gripped in a loose embrace. There’s some kind of light - purple/violet pink neon light glowing above him from the wall? It’s spilling over his body like stained watercolor paints - especially on bare fingers, neon pink shading across pale wrists, across the back of his hand and stopping just a little over his knuckles.
Also highlighting the back of his head, violet strands standing up, frizzly in the neon light. There’s a cold purple creeping across his bare back, fading against skin in a soft highlight - at least from where Changkyun is sitting.
Changkyun is reaching over, with one arm over Jooheon’s figure as he looks down at his peaceful visage. He’s worried about something - they’re going in for a surgery? “reprogramming” was the word used. He lays down over him, but so carefully he’s barely putting any actual weight down on the sleeping boy.
Kihyun sits straight, with his hands clenched in his lap as he observes the two - eyes completely dark. He says, “You know, he won’t be the same after the reprogramming. Are you still going to go through with it?”
It’s some kind of decision, something Jooheon’s completely entrusted to Changkyun to make. It doesn’t seem to be a literal reprogramming, more of a biological fix that will heal whatever disease Jooheon seems to have, but Changkyun knows something will “snap” and Jooheon could potentially become a new person - forgetting him and who he used to be. He doesn’t know if he can do it, so he clenches his eyes shut and huddles against Jooheon, breath shaking as he feels the solid mass of the other’s body under him.
At this, Jooheon wakes, swollen lids rousing as he turns toward Changkyun with pink cheeks. It’s the overused metaphor of the sun suddenly shining through dark clouds - shining lips immediately pull into a sweet grin when he drowsily sees Changkyun. It’s absolutely beautiful - a ray of light in the darkness of the bedroom, his hair glowing like a halo.
The first thing he says is “I trust you.” before pulling the other boy flush into his embrace, looping bare arms around his neck tightly.
On another note: later dream: college volleyball game? Jooheon whining across a volleyball court about a foul or something? An oversized maroon red volleyball jacket falling over his fingers and those typical tight volleyball shorts - red and white sneakers and socks with a stripe up to the ankle. Later on, he and his teammate argue across the net, both of them pouting, but she’s really fiery and angry - she’s small with the short sleeved t-shirt of their jersey - red and white, something black emblazoned across the front. She has her hair down with a curtain of straight bangs - YooA from Oh my Girl! Maybe?
gumiho/fox spirit Jooheon: http://www.cracked.com/funny-7186-8-scary-japanese-urban-legends/
As an offering to the gods, living beings have been sealed into the pillars supporting temples to ensure stability and longevity in construction - after all human flesh is the best foundation for a building. These structures are still standing and Changkyun happens upon some dusty remains in a small nameless temple village.
Lee Jooheon/Lim Changkyun | I.M
Lee Jooheon
Lim Changkyun | I.M
Monsta X Ensemble
Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements
Horror
Alternate Universe - Merpeople
Any Rating
Any Warning
The dead walk out of the sea, beautiful and alive, and no one suspects anything otherwise. Except for Changkyun, when Jooheon shows up in front of his door, asking him cheerfully if he still has the keys to the lighthouse. The other boy had drowned himself just two months ago.
Lee Jooheon/Lim Changkyun | I.M
Lee Jooheon
Lim Changkyun | I.M
Monsta X Ensemble
Alternate Universe - Circus
Horror
Alternate Universe - Merpeople
Any Rating
Any Warning
every attraction in the circus show is obviously fake, save for the locked, covered tank pushed into the dusty corner of the back of the supply room. changkyun, a new hand hired to help with cleaning, hears a strange gurgling from the supposedly empty tank and goes to investigate.
captured mermaid! jooheon falling in love with changkyun, and along the way changkyun discovering all the terrifying horrors of his workplace and the previous attractions who may or may not have disappeared under mysterious circumstances.
Lee Jooheon/Lim Changkyun | I.M
Lee Jooheon
Lim Changkyun | I.M
Monsta X Ensemble
Horror
Kitsune
Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements
Any Rating
Any Warning
Changkyun hears the capital's temple is famous for offering wandering travelers like him the best of luck. However, he's more than interested in the rumored treasure that's said to be hidden within the midnight depths of the nearby burial ground.
kitsune/gumiho/fox spirit! jooheon who's been sealed deep within the temple for centuries by generations of priests and finally a handsome young man comes and accidentally sets him free...how will he repay him?
Every beauty comes with her horrors.
A vague fantasy au - inspired by Blind MX - something about secrecy, sanctity, and ruining virginal purity - “I wanna rip apart the blinds that cover you - I see it, blind” - absolute sacrilege but neither of them can resist the sin - “Your existence flickers before my eyes, don’t disappear”
Perhaps a temple boy - one of a dozen chosen oracles - life entirely devoted to the gods and nothing else, i.e. vestal virgins. Exist for the sole purpose of tending to the temple, keeping the flames alight for the gods - therefore cannot leave at any moment - especially not in the daytime. “You were not born for the public’s eye - you are a piece of the gods themselves, their flesh and bone, their blood and hair - keep yourself sacred and so too will your god.”
First meeting in the dark - a flash of a wide heated stare and the oil pot clangs hastily against the ground. The flames flicker, sparks alighting in crackling anger, and the male oracle
That + something w forbidden royalty - changkyun a prince and jooheon a simple servant of the gods - and yet when changkyun is with him, he’s never felt more in awe - the holiest image of jooheon nestled between his sheets, a sheer blanket held to his chest, draping down just so around his hips as the morning sun surrounds him in a stream of glowing gold - “my angel, my heaven, stay with me forever,” he murmurs languidly, pressing each word with a dragging kiss over Jooheon’s arched neck. “You are my religion,” he confesses fully, words dry, hushed, and sacred in the dusty air. “Shh-you must not say such things,” jooheon smiles easily, but there’s an uneasy wrinkle in his brow as he smooths a thumb over Changkyun’s parted lips. The prince kisses him fiercely, determined to swallow away the protest with a talented swirl of his tongue as he digs his fingers into the creases of the oracle’s bare hips. A laugh echoes sweetly into his mouth, but he only bears down harder, extricating a shy moan as he sets upon the task of proving his words true. After all, he doesn’t lie about things such as this.
Scene with Jooheon bathing in a pond hidden in the center of a forest clearing - cleansing himself with the essence of the earth - connect and recenter himself again for holy work. Thin white linen shirt, fitted loosely with errant ends of delicately tied straps batting softly against his skin. Hem of pants billow right under his knees, tickling at the crook there and jooheon shivers, rubbing both hands up along his practically bare arms. He hangs up the lantern, stepping fully clothed into the hushed pond and clenching his eyes shut as cold creeps unflinchingly across his every inch of skin. Fire bugs blink curiously from the bushes, their glowing torsos lighting up the glossy ripples with nebulous dots of amber. Pink lotuses sway with the wind, little boats for sleeping buds and jooheon’s stills as much as possible, waiting for the pond to settle into its impenetrable plateau again.
Changkyun: the young brash stubborn hormonal prince → but honest and absolutely knows what he wants - but in the process he mucks up a bit. Play w idea that even w prince and oracle, he absolutely reveres jooheon, treating him like he’s his most sacred idol, his most precious object - a conflict between protecting and desecrating. Wants him in every sense: body, mind, and soul - wants every bit of him, free him from the servitude of the temple, make him his and jooheon will never have to hide his pretty face from the sun’s beaming smile ever again. Free him - and lock him up in his own cage.
Suit porn! Au: rich young heirs or aristocrats, they have nothing better to do with their time nor their money and so they buy suits just to wreck them again with each other.
#otw: 170727 meet and greet  on fymonstax.tumblr.com
Wonheon mafia! Au w/ gang member wonho and stripper jooheon:
Title ideas / inspo: Kiss me like it’s a lie, lie to me, baby don’t say you want no liar, baby don’t say you want a bad guy like me, you’re my favorite kind of lie, put me in my place if you want- (as if it's your last, pride and prejudice - zico, sweet lies, earned it, frzzn by teflon saga, (slick neon nights and the city thrumming through the dirty veins of the underground - a smooth rush, you’ll never feel the same as you do now, splayed on your bruised knees, the lights pressed into your skin, here, even as he’s pinned to the spot ten times over, jooheon feels the danger like a dance beat, pulsing in time beneath his skin. Here, caught in hoseok’s stare, they create the very definition of heat between them. It’s so dangerous, so dangerous, so hot and he teases anyway. - want by taemin, in the night  and false alarm by the weeknd, some exo spicy edits,  then the cruel tenderness of it all sets in, teeth grazing across the back of your neck, the world caught in the odd hours before dawn - wicked game by hula hi-fi)
Jooheon takes the crumpled bill between his teeth, gritting his teeth around the taste of sweat and smoke as he crawls backwards on the stage, throwing his head back against the heated metal of the pole.
“Good work,” Youngjae pouts without taking his eyes off the glossy pucker of his lips in the tilted backstage mirror. Jooheon grunts noncommittally, jaw aching as he spits out the wad of bills onto the makeup table, littered with a bottle here, a half-open compact there - a collection of shared clutter.
“Rest up,” Youngjae hums, snapping the strap of garter belt with a clawed finger, and Jooheon watches half-heartedly out of the corner of his eye as the lace settles into a reddened welt over the other’s curving, round thigh.
“Get a ride, alright?” He grins, hazy, lined eyes blinking smoky pink with hasty eyeshadow as he struts out into the rabid screams, each step clicking perfectly to the beginnings of a pounding bass.
Jooheon checks his phone, pressing his bruised knees over the rapidly cooling line of sweat making its way down his bared chest, pooling at the thin hem of the only flimsy piece of lace offering him any semblance of decency right now. His phone blares bright, reading 11:50 with startling bluntness.
Minhyuk’s shift ends at 1, but there’s no way his discolored knees nor his swollen, aching waist can take any more of this - at least not tonight. He gingerly steps his grime covered feet over the tacky carpet, grimacing when his bare toes stick with every step. There’s a pair of ripped jeans hung over the back of a chair, and jooheon painfully, tenderly slips into them, waiting quietly for his shifting joints to settle into bearable silence as he zips himself into the tight denim.
He can’t find his shirt anywhere in the mess of leather straps and ripped lace, so he folds his arms into a puffy winter jacket, sighing as the fine layers encompass him in a bubble of warmth. The edge of the hood comes to the edge of his cheek, the sleeves dangle over the tip of every finger, but it’s not so bad on a winter’s night. It’ll be easier to wait for hours in the alleyway like this.
“Want a light?” A black car rolls past him before purring to a sleek, silent stop.
“You hate smoking.” Jooheon says by way of greeting, keeping his back pressed to the hard grit of the alleyway. It’s the truth.
“Only on some nights,” Hoseok affirms, taking a long, slow drag before puffing a grey dragon’s breath at his huddled figure. “And tonight, you looked good up there.”
Jooheon says nothing, and Hoseok stares, taking in the smeared edge of black around blood-shot eyes, glancing over the streaks of lipstick still glossed over in shiny pools of pink moonlight. “Come on,” he smiles, teeth showing, “I’ll give you a ride home.”
Jooheon frowns, pressing his mouth into a fine line of wordless disapproval. Hoseok stifles a chuckle at his pout. After a beat or two, the younger man shifts meaninglessly along the wall before muttering, “Minhyuk’s taking me home.”
“At one in the morning?” Hoseok supplies, not missing a beat, eye-catching smile still plastered across his pale face. “Youngjae told me you know, that you needed a ride.”
Damn Youngjae, Jooheon frowns harder, kicking at a pile of dusty pebbles, scuffing the toe of his worn boots even further. There’s an audible click from above his downturned head, and he looks up to see Hoseok still leaned casually on his open window edge, cigarette tilted jauntily out from the corners of his upturned lips. “Get in,” he quips, each word dislodging a flickering ember drop to the ground, short life extinguished into the bite of the cold cement.
“Put it out,” Jooheon bites, demanding even as he pushes away from the wall, knees and ankles creaking as he forces his body to stumble around to the passenger side.
“Sure thing,” Hoseok sing-songs, letting the cigarette tumble to the ground without a moment’s hesitation. He slithers his upper body back into the driver’s side and rolls up the window with an indistinguishable hum.
“The boss is planning a business talk at the club next Saturday,” Hoseok remarks through the dead silence between them, one hand on the wheel, both eyes on the road. “You’re dancing then right?” He turns slightly, catching a flashing glance of Jooheon’s dark head propped against the foggy window before swiveling back to the road.
A business talk, Jooheon considers, a shiver running through him at the unspoken implications behind it, and he’s suddenly reminded of the fact that he’s not wearing anything under his winter coat. He curls up tighter on the seat, the realization of it somehow infinitely worse in Hoseok’s presence. “Yeah,” he murmurs, breath condensing over fine glass.
“It’ll be good money,” Hoseok affirms as he pushes the car into a thrumming stop, unlocking the doors with an echoing click. Jooheon pushes against the handle, almost tripping over the side edge in his hurry to escape the strange atmosphere of marlboro smoke and gun lubricant, of piano music on the radio and the slickness of Hoseok’s smile.
“I’ll see you then,” the older man waves in a short, cheery motion, ducking down slightly so Jooheon can see his slitted eyes, closed in a sly grin, from under the obstruction of the car’s black hood. Jooheon turns on his heel and leaves.
Jooheon distracted by Wonho - letting himself succumb just for a little, until a tussle with drunken members - youngjae’s dead fish-eyed stare is lain across the floor at all the wrong angles and he breaks down, (how could he have let himself go, to let himself be fooled while this was going on - they were never that close, but there’s some sort of unspoken solidarity, a trust you could never form unless you toiled away your body, letting yourself be sold like this everyday - youngjae understood - and now he’s dead).
sleazy gang member leering up at him + wonho seeing jooheon’s discomfort and calling him aside to another room.
“You - you had guns the entire time?” jooheon whispers, throat dry, staring up at hoseok from his dislodged seat against the ground. Youngjae’s cold body remains swollen, clammy, and silent under his touch. The shuffle of metal clicks over holsters and suit jackets, shed easily in the presence of the few eyes left. hoseok grins, the sickly glare of club lights looming in his eyes, above jooheon.
“the deal had to be made one way or another - he was the one who chose the more difficult alternative.” hoseok shrugs, shoulders rippling calm and easy under the leather holster. Jooheon looks away, a hot tightness  rising through his throat as he meets youngjae’s flat grey stare instead. He takes a moment to truly look, to realize the wide emptiness of youngjae’s eyes, the only thing left of him in his final moments, and he finally bottles it up and swallows the feeling down with a silent, pained gasp.
hoseok trails bare knuckles along his cheek, tight and elegant lines shifting in the dark as he kneels to jooheon’s level. “Collateral damage,” he comments. A glance, a half-shrug and youngjae’s dead body is quickly thrown away. Jooheon doesn’t look up, feeling hoseok’s fingers begin to tremble again his skin from his own slow undercurrent of growing shudders.
“But don’t worry.” The grazing of knuckles becomes a smooth palm, cupped around the entirety of his cheek, fitting itself into the empty crook of his jaw and hooking its easy touch behind his ear. Jooheon stills for so long he can’t tell whether it’s because he’s unwilling to move or because he physically can’t. hoseok cradles his face, gentle and soft, and leaves his words in a whisper of a kiss over jooheon’s forehead. “I would have never let anything happen to you.”  unlike him goes unspoken.
The fall is eventual and inevitable. It’s enough that one of these nights, these nights so black so suffocating and another crack of the gun as he stares at another pair of dead fish eyes hidden between shuffling legs. Finally, when hoseok looks at him with such simpering pity, as if he understands - those arms open and he can’t stop himself from falling.
The night passes like an eternal damnation between them. Jooheon can’t take his eyes away, not when Hoseok looks down at him like he’s finally won. It’s a frenzied, maddening thing. Teeth latched onto his neck, hands dragging him down by his writhing hips, he fades with the rest of the night.  
It is only until dawn, that turns to the great Venetian window and hides his stained cheeks in his palms.
At his side, Hoseok lights up a smoke and breathes in and out, a deep and satisfying drag. This is not the first or last time between them. Jooheon should run, he should strip Hoseok’s touch from his skin and leave himself raw against the white, tainted sheets. But danger feels as familiar as the burn of cigarette smoke and the beast’s nadir bathed holy in the morning light is enough to fool him, just for the moment.
The idea that Hoseok drives Jooheon into his arms - so cruelly so casually, until he’s entangled. Only until he’s shot down the ones at the very top, that it even occurs to Jooheon - it’s too late to run. “My love,” Hoseok kisses him, and Jooheon finally tastes it, the spilled blood on his tongue, the cold edge against his throat.
“I admit, I’ve had this in mind for a long time. But then you came along - and well, here we are.”
Modern Noir Songs inspired crime/mafia! Au: My Love by Kovacs
(my love, no more whiskey and cocaine, like a shark I'll be ripping you apart, and celebrate with lots of champagne) (can’t trust a cold-blooded man, he’ll love you and leave you alive) (your eyes are frozen to kill me-gashina) (The tremble of your mouth sets me on fire as night closes in) - kal cahoone, “the movement” (I think I said te amo, before I knew your name) - Tarantella - Esqueletos album
A chapter based on each song in the 15 song noir playlist
The boss, for all his whispered reputations, sits small and contained behind a simple mahogany desk, looking for all the world like he just stepped out from behind the stage of a New York fashion scene, everything about him brushed to what Changkyun would say - a point of spoiled perfection. Delicate pops into mind, and the younger man bows fluidly at the waist, subtly scoffing at the chances of someone like him ending up here with that face still intact.
“Kneel.”
The unwavering command stops him mid-way, half-trapped at ninety degrees and a slow jerky ascent, the word registering like the grate of chalk over sidewalk in his stuttering mind. He glances up, still bent at the waist, only to meet a slitted gaze, flat with the cold grey of tombstones and nimbus clouds and drops to his knees with an unexpected wave of shivers.
Changkyun’s neck is locked into a stiff column of stone as he keeps his head ducked to the lush carpets, breath inextricably caught as every muscle twitches, tensed and yet not daring to move even an inch out of place. His own bug-eyed reflection stares back at him from the glossy tip of pointed leather, warping his quiet terror into something much more palpable as a polished oxford jerks harshly under the tender length of his throat.
His frozen vision is forced upwards, caught in the same stormy pair of nimbus clouds again as they tilt towards him in smooth, slanted consideration. The hard edge of the other’s shoe nudges his neck up even further, strained and bare in a defenseless offering.
It’s the first time the other man smiles, hazy storm clouds dipping beneath silk lashes as creamy welts appear under full cheeks. Dimples, Changkyun acknowledges vaguely, feeling his throat work uncomfortably against unforgiving leather. The rubber rim of the shoe stays still, hooked under his chin as the boss smiles down at him with a sense of unsettling calm, and Changkyun’s frantic mind is already on its way towards shutting down as it repeatedly screams what do you want? into the silent void of the closed room.
But well, the answer is right there, nudging a harsh imprint against his proffered throat. He swallows audibly, breath catching as he looks into those fathomless pools again before clenching his own nervous gaze shut and pressing his dry lips to the arched length of a socked ankle.
He leaves his kiss there, stilling for an unmeasurable moment before retracting his mouth in bated hesitance. The leather digs into the soft skin of his chin for a few seconds more before slipping down across his skin in silent approval. Changkyun closes his eyes and sends a murmured prayer to whatever god is out there because he was sure for a minute or two he was going to be kicked straight across the face.
“You may leave now. Hyunwoo will see you about tomorrow’s matters.” Changkyun doesn’t need anything more to stumble to his heels and basically turn tail and sprint out of there. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches the soft hint of another dimpled grin and resolves to never trust another pretty face again.
Betrayal scene: “i’ve always wanted to see you on your knees,” jia er coos, nudging his boots between jooheon’s open thighs, pressing them into the ripped slashes along the other’s bloodied pants. Changkyun’s never seen such desperation in the older man’s eyes before, never seen him in such a state of vulnerability. (He can’t help the strange thrill that runs up his spine).
“Here-” Changkyun mutters, fumbling for the spare gun in his shoulder holster and pressing it into Jooheon’s stiff hands. He’s re-loading his own with precise, memorized motions, but the other man only holds it like he’s cradling a teacup, as if the handle would shatter if he bore the entire weight of his grip around it. His fingers curl around the barrel like the way a schoolgirl would pick a blossom from a spring tree, careful with the wonder of a lovesick novice.
No- Changkyun doesn’t believe this. “Don’t tell me,” he chances to speak even as Jooheon’s shadowed gaze roves along the gun’s black body with meticulous investigation, “you’ve never used a gun before?”
The older man’s fingers finally curl into a clenched grip around the handle as his ripped lips form an irritated glower. Even now, Changkyun thinks his soft, rounded hands are completely unsuited to the touch of blackened metal - too unwieldy, too delicate for killing. And yet, he knows, he’s seen otherwise.
“Hyunwoo always shot it for me,” Jooheon murmurs after a tense pause, turning the Charter 0.38 around his smooth palms, the barrel’s unforgiving edge presented in stark contrast against the curved porcelain of his fingers, “but well, I suppose what better time to learn than now?” A wet shriek pierces through the wall behind them, and Changkyun grimaces as the sound pounds through his eardrums. Yeah, why not - after all, he’s always wanted to see the boss with blood on his pretty, delicate hands and what better chance than today, with their lives on the very edge of the line. He can’t thank the gods enough.
Bedroom interrogation scene:
Backstory: “He grew up in an orphanage, much like every other boy in that wasted part of the city,” Hyunwoo states, voice vibrating smoothly to the same tandem of the ragged cloth he’s currently polishing over the pistol’s scratched surface. “But well, he saw some things-” he pauses, cocking the gun to the gentle morning light, inspecting its barrel this way and that before he silently deems it acceptable and sets it aside for the next banged up smith and wesson. “And his poor little brother did too.”
Changkyun’s breath catches; it’s cliche as every other sob story he’s heard and yet - he wonders what Jooheon would’ve looked like as a chubby, innocent child, the faceless body of another boy appearing as some vague form by his side. The image glitches, unequivocally fake compared to the sleek-eyed, fine-haired man that Changkyun presents himself before everyday, staring at him over lightly crossed legs with a cocked, unreadable gaze.
“He was only seventeen too - so close to leaving with all his belongings in one hand, his brother safely tucked in the other,” Hyunwoo sighs, age-old fatigue cracking across the tanned face as he loads a new magazine into the now-polished smith and wesson. The distinct click of the fresh bullets punctuates his every word, leaving Changkyun inordinately chilled to his very core. “I’m sure you can guess what happened when the men found them.”
Changkyun’s mind races with a thousand images, dark, blurred and flickering images as he finds himself blurting out hasty questions without a moment’s consideration. “What men? And how did he even survive?”
Hyunwoo only sends him a unspoken glance, before his face shifts into a blank mask as he continues with his methodical task, filling up the dry silence between them with the rhythmical re-loading of bullets. “I’d assume they’re long gone now - low-life thugs that ran wild in the underbelly of the city, so drunk on power that they forget-” he re-sets the grip with a forceful shove of his palms, piecing the gun together with a final echo of cold metal, “a king never lasts.”
“Then what about Jooheon?” Changkyun’s mouth runs wild with unbidden thoughts, words tumbling like a rushing, unbroken waterfall.
“He’s something else,” Hyunwoo hums, a strange light glimmering inside his calm eyes. Fondness? Changkyun wouldn’t dare guess out loud. “When I found him - well, my first thought was that he must’ve been the only survivor of a sudden gunfight, probably just a poor lamb caught in the slaughter.” He chuckles, low and unhindered, the unreadable emotion in his creased gaze pooling with the amber intensity of raw honey. “But I’m sure you of all people know what a farce that is.” He glances lazily at Changkyun, observing the other’s expression of wary agreement with a keen pang of satisfaction in his stomach.
“I can still remember it now, the way he stumbled over dead bodies with an obvious injury - at the very least a dislocated ankle, but most likely a cracked bone.” He grimaces, tapping the pointed leather of his shoe against the tiled floor in phantom pain. “There were marks all over him, bruises blooming across his cheeks, a collar of handprints around his throat, and blood - blood was everywhere.” He sets the gun down with an air of tense finality, the light in his eyes glazing over as he sits back, caught in something only he can see. “It was gruesome.”
Changkyun doesn’t doubt him for a minute; if someone with as many scars like Hyunwoo is admitting this without an ounce of hesitation, then he’s really only proven himself as the novice everyone thinks he is.
“He never held the crown of a king, but when he stepped up to me, bleeding from the mouth, chin held sharp and proud - I thought I saw the fangs of a wolf.”
Hyunwoo’s death? Potential?: (i just want to know you, bury you in black)
Jackson interactions + CK onlooker:
Title ideas: affection is cigarettes after sex (mocha is the glimpse of heaven)
MX monsters au: incubus! Shownu and fire kitsune! Jooheon
https://vixxtastic90.tumblr.com/post/165353681691/xeletteshipsyou-monsta-x-mystical-creatures
http://xeletteshipsyou.tumblr.com/post/164789108510/monsta-x-mystical-creatures-shownu-will-be-an
The stage roars with the crowd’s frenzied screams and as the stalagmites of light fracture past the sweaty film of Changkyun’s blurred vision - Jooheon grows a pair of wings right before their very eyes.
A heavy sleeper - prompt idea? Horror maybe?
You know how to handle guys baby - prompt idea (queen - mx)
Escape is just a nod and a casual wave - tear you apart - she wants revenge
take me (cage me) in your love
“I wonder what an angel tastes like,” Minhyuk sighs, smearing a line of red past his cheek with a long, lazy drawl of a pointed finger. Hoseok runs his tongue along the rounded edge of his teeth, swallowing down the hint of iron, filling his stomach with only a sense of empty dissatisfaction. Life hums sluggishly in his veins, and the heady thrum of blood flows behind his closed lids. It’s not enough.
“Why don’t we find out?” The eternal inferno of his appetite awakens with a roar, and, suddenly, he’s hungry all over again.
In which hungry demons/incubi wonhyuk devote themselves to the desecration of heaven’s holiest child.
http://aminoapps.com/page/monbebe/6017419/monsta-x-as-witches
Kihyun sings for no man, but for Jooheon’s innocent smile he’ll make his first and only exception. The crown treasure is a songbird tucked away into the hushed, twisting hallways of the palace - sworn to never sing for any man as long as he lives. The songbird of the palace is tucked away into the hushed twisting corridors of its expansive body, muffled in rooms of dusty silks and locked behind shining silver bars - sworn to never sing as long he lives.
burn me to ashes with the softness of your kisses (burn me with the softness of your kisses), look at song lyrics rec page, tear you apart lyrics, dark noir songs? I yearn to hold you close (tonight and always) - pillowtalk
Out of my head, of my heart and my mind - siames the wolf - as you get high - i want you to snuff out my flame - you make my blood pound faster (my heart break harder) - “san telmo” tarantella
Ruts are a whirlwind force of nature: irrepressible, uncontrollable, and dangerous above all else. Without a mate or black market suppressants, you might as well sentence yourself to a life of government-imposed isolation - that is, if you aren’t practically charred from the inside out first.
Changkyun knees shake, knocking against the ice-cold porcelain of the toilet bowl as he watches his future swirl down the drain, white bits of crushed suppressants mixing with the acid green-yellow of his body’s plain rejection of his efforts at maintaining control. His degree (a full four year scholarship - his mother had cried tears of pure happiness), his career (an open position at a nearby lab already there for the taking - the sunbaes teasing him mercilessly, asking if he’s submitted his application yet), all of it - gone. A curtain of red falls in blooming blotches across his vision, and Changkyun’s hopes, his dreams (his innocent childhood yearnings, the only thing he had ever, has ever, loved) are destroyed by a simple clot of heat, swelling heavy and hot over engorged flesh as if to remind him this is what you are, this is all you ever will be - a beast forever caught in its own biology.
Dimly, as hard tiles smash into the back of his head with an audible crack, Changkyun can hear a scream fill the sterile space of the room. He struggles to breathe, eyes lolling as he swallows past the raw pain ripping through the tender glands in his throat, and another sound echoes. It’s him - the savage, baying cry is stringing itself out from his mouth, wordless and desperate as he begs for something outlined just so in his mind’s eye, hazy around the edges with the flickering black spots of his vision. Syllables and rational sentences are hacked to pieces by his locked jaw, spat out instead as heaving grunts and sharp whines as he claws at empty air, searching blindly for the very thing he can never have.
An a/b/o au but alphas are a dangerous thing - if one is allowed into a full rut, may very well result in death - for both the alpha and their mate. Treated as an immediate danger by the government if unbonded.
Childhood friends jookyun - grew up together in an orphanage. W changkyun’s skinny frame always expected a beta - but well, fate loves playing cruel tricks.
The moment changkyun’s blood test comes back as alpha (+) he loads himself w suppressants. He’ll never let himself be ruined by something so arcane, so animalistic - he’s not like those criminals on tv, the insane characters locked up in various shows - he’s just a person w his own goals and dreams.
The moment the rut forces itself through - jooheon can’t just stand by and let his friend claw himself open and bleed to death - calling the police isn’t an option either, not if he wants to see changkyun again - and so he does the only thing he can think of.
A haze is all changkyun can see through, but everything else is too vivid - the taste of jooheon bursting so sweet and alive against his tongue, the mixed musk of sweat, semen, and jasmine somehow - embeds itself within his nose, the too easy give of flesh under his digging nails.
The next morning might as well be a horror scene, he’s so shocked and disgusted w himself. Bites, scratches, red welts, bruises, littering all over jooheon’s still body - sleeping though, face calm, breathing peacefully through swollen lips as changkyun shakes, taking in the consequences of what he’s done. He looks down, burgundy crusting w a tang of iron underneath his uneven fingernails, hissing as he runs his fingers down raw scratches over his back - still nothing compared to the violent aftermath painted onto jooheon in varying shades of muddy yellows, greens, and plum ripened purples.
Dead men are heavier than broken hearts - askbangtansound
Lilili yabbay - “the dance of the thirteenth month, the dance that leans on the moonlight, my vision is only at you” “open up the time where only both of us can exit (exist)” - a tale spanning centuries, generations.
sin - “ a vitiated state of human nature in which the self is estranged from God ”
Like the remnants of ancient ruins, his body is lain among the flowers coated in creeping moss and the dust of past centuries, desecrated and forgotten in all his lovely holiness. The grecian statues stand, embedded in a guarded ring of supple limbs and twisted bodies made with incomplete too-perfect flesh as the growing grass of a fresh spring runs over their arcane stone bases. The mausoleum, the holy temple rises as a remnant, prostrated before the cruel chains of fate.
When jooheon kisses him, love flashes - green, clicking, immediate - across changkyun’s mind. When jooheon kisses him, it flashes love like a string of codes through changkyun’s mind.
In which jooheon and changkyun fumble around each other like a set of overheated, spluttering computers whirring on overdrive.
"Don't forget about me. On a good day, I'll call you once again. It was beautiful meeting you, who bloomed. - from new moon jbj
“I’m fine, but i’m not okay.”
https://bisexual-changmin.tumblr.com/post/173622718463/changmin-yunho-source-source - concept is satan’s son flirting with a very beautiful vampire
(the devil’s) satan’s youngest son woos a very handsome vampire.
“Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.” Their Eyes Were Watching God.
If i had a flower for everyday that i thought of you, both my garden and my life would be in full bloom.
Hyungkyun - changkyun is sure he’s in love with the coolest boy in school.
Featuring - deceiving appearances, murder, betrayal, and tragic teen romance
Hyungwon wears his ears pierced - how many, changkyun can never keep track of. He dyes his hair too - right now he likes the sharp blonde look that never seems to fade even under the summer sun - and of course, his signature leather jacket always slipped around his shoulders - it’s garish over the school’s blazer, but it’s handsome, it’s so cool.
I mean he just looks so... in that leather jacket - until he finds it splattered and smeared with blood, bone, and other bits. Hyungwon offing people for the sake of it - or really for changkyun’s sake.
The teeth-gritting grind of bone and blood, the smooth tear of skin - the hissing pull of a person’s entrails - a splatter of red viscera.
Admiration to disgust once he finds out what kind of person “he really is.” “did you really fool yourself into thinking that?” as if you have any right to accuse me of deceiving you - come on, tell me the truth - you tricked yourself.
A potential addition to fingers around your throat universe: hyungkyun version
In time, Changkyun meets his own mysterious suitor of the night.
A surgeon in residence who makes a bit extra on the side with some black market operations - and soon, a strange patient comes under his knife.
He wants his upper canines removed - they’re oddly sharp changkyun thinks. A familiar bitterness coils in his throat.
He hasn’t had much training in dentistry, but he gets to work anyway. He just has to remove them right? Easier than having to fill in empty spots. Somehow, he thinks, clamping the pliers around the tip of the tooth, it doesn’t seem like it would hurt the man either way.
It’s a failed operation. Hyungwon still has enough of his teeth left to tear through skin and bone to blood anyway.
Fantasy - fei inspired:
The boy of his dreams. The boy beckoning him from inside the screen. It’s all a beautiful fantasy. But Minhyuk wants it, wants it bad, wants it more than anything he could wish for in the whole wide world.
“I love you.” He smiles, eyes crinkling shut, his mouth pulled into that familiar, lovely invitation. “You don’t know me.” He meets his eyes dead on, a glistening doe-eyed stare, and all Minhyuk recognizes is a dreadful sense of emptiness.
He’s a stranger and Minhyuk is in love with a complete stranger.
The boy in real life has plain brown hair. The coloring has already faded into thin strands of gold, straw-turned-silk, a dirty shade drained out from the inside of a stained club sink.
He smiles, sitting directly across from Minhyuk, eyes glistening with the same secretive understanding. “Not the same right?” and he taps his head with that pointed tilt. The same finger, solid flesh and warm in daylight, holds Minhyuk’s attention captive just the same.
His single finger is capable of holding all of Minhyuk’s attention poised and captive.
This time his hair stays that golden shade of brown, ordinary beyond imagination. Minhyuk doesn’t know what he was expecting - but really, he shouldn’t have been in the first place.
“I believed that this was love. Now I know you aren’t real but that attracts me even more.” - artificial love, exo
imperial au: scraps and planning
Potential title - Strategy is best discussed over a cup of drink
Chap. 9: things to keep in mind
In General: All the PORN scenes???? + tenderness, growing possessiveness and a rediscovery of each other within the context of a physical relationship.
He’s wearing the most simple of hanboks - stripped down to a single color, the glow of his skin see-through under the fine ramie sokjeogori covering his chest. Every movement, every shift under the warm candlelight, leaves Changkyun mesmerized.
Wearing a thin veil across his face - enough to barely obscure his features - somehow the outline of his lips, the shadow of his cheeks are even more alluring beneath it. Jooheon unties the single ribbon at the back and it falls loose. They meet eyes once again, face to face, just the two of them under the hush of the night in Changkyun’s room.
Fumbling with each other’s robes, caught in the heat between their bodies, friction between their tongues. Of course, didn’t come prepared, so Jooheon fingers himself open in front of Changkyun impromptu with some candle oil or something. It’s messy and slow, but Jooheon guides the prince through it, controlling the pace by riding him until Changkyun comes with a muffled cry. The concubine hasn’t come yet, and goes to leave because it’s usually only about pleasuring the client first and your own climax comes second, but Changkyun drags him back done and jacks him off, jooheon protesting sweetly all the time, but comes faster than he ever has in the past under the touch of his prince.
UNEXPECTEDLY DEEP VOICE - a tender awkwardness b/t them as they discover all these things - jooheon gently guiding him through it all.
Slow exploration of each other - disrobing, hands shaking as they touch every new exposed inch of skin. Changkyun watching him, open-mouthed wonder and arousal as Jooheon stretches himself open before him - tentatively slips his own fingers in and Jooheon encourages him, falling apart slowly at the same time - changkyun can’t believe it, to be the one to make Jooheon like this, to strip him bare and make him lose control, it makes him dizzy - slow riding and changkyun’s hips move on their own, afraid to hurt him as Jooheon shivers, wordless - but jooheon teaches him a few new things ;), inadvertently marking him with little bites.
“Don’t worry, my prince. You’re more than adequate.”
Looking at the bruises on his body, he runs a tentative hand over them. “I-I hurt you-” but Jooheon’s eyes curve into the sweetest smile. “No, never.”
The whole, Changkyun wakes to the other’s half clothed back, illuminated softly in the morning sun. The concubine is busy adjusting a fallen earing, robes still haphazardly draped across his shoulders, and the prince can’t resist leaning over and pressing a kiss against the bare skin. Jooheon jumps in surprise, earring momentarily forgotten, and looks back with amused delight. “Up so early, my prince? You should be resting after a night like that.” Changkyun squints at the bright light, and buries his face shamelessly into the other’s shoulders. “As if you have any right to talk.” He hugs the concubine tightly around the waist, attempting to pull him back to bed. “If I should be resting, then you should do so with me.” (emphasis on the beauty of the morning after: woken up side by side, they trade kisses, blindly mouthing at each other - an easy intimacy, soft under the morning light. against the rising dawn, the world disappears - only jooheon is held within his eye. (twitter pic ref) - insert changkyun poem at some point.)
After the first time - breathlessness - they didn’t know what to expect from each other, from this new physicality - and suddenly it’s like a wall, one that had never even existed, is gone - and they’re reaching for one another again. Something’s been set off between them and the impulse to reach out and touch has never been more tempting. So Changkyun succumbs, again, and again, and again. Like holding your breath underwater and letting go - Changkyun finds it against Jooheon’s gasping lips.
The new and sudden impulses and desires awakened within him - the broken sounds falling from Jooheon’s lips, the bruises in the shape of his hands - something arises in him that almost scares him - an indescribable desire to hide him within his palms, be the only name that falls from those lips.
Changkyun’s interaction beyond just jooheon - Jooheon and minhyuk, a noticeable closeness (the glances he caught of them wound around one another in the rain, and now one whispering, the other laughing - both of them seated side by side in the audience) - changkyun is suitably jealous of the other man, concubine or not.
Also changkyun’s deep voice - make an appearance somehow - more apparent, the small things about each of them that they notice the more time they spend with each other????
That one thing about ck being competent on the throne - really shakes jooheon up - all “grown” up, makes him feel flustered.
They spend more and more time together - jooheon spread out on changkyun’s floor, diligent in his own work. A leg propped up as he contorts himself over a loose scroll. There’s a dish of ink sitting precariously at his foot, and ever so often he wets his brush across the side. Changkyun watches, and decides he’s completely unaware of how he looks - graceful as he’s lost in his own thoughts. He wants to break it just to tell him that - if not something more.
under the warm lamplight during cozy nights, changkyun writes poems with smooth ink along jooheon’s bare skin. Changkyun makes tangible what was only words, thoughts, and longings before with adorations and worship upon jooheon’s skin.
Their daily meetings together - ever unspoken have become their shared secret.
in the palace’s ever-increasing maze, this is only a single corner, forgotten and rediscovered - and their unspoken secret from then on. they bring books, light instruments - even food and drink
walks together, past hazy verandas, under filtered sunlight and passing under the eyes of solitary columns - changkyun reaching out to do so beyond his hesitance. The sight of it, a bright jewel in his hair, gives him a tempting idea.  changkyun is always slightly unsteady about their height difference, even the slightest dip of an eyelash between them sends his head spinning back in vertigo - maybe it’s the shoes, the extra weight of a gihye’s heel - but even so there’s the smooth slope of jooheon’s shoulders, broad in a way that gives him the silhouette of a waterfall, relaxed in a manner of eternal grace and majesty.
where changkyun lets his princely impulse get to the better of him - concubines are already draped in jewels and finery, but to see jooheon in his own choice piece - it’s an exhilarating sort of feeling, somehow a secret excitement and satisfaction for him - to see jooheon preened over in public, wearing just that simple hairpin/comb, from him and him only. it feels like a declaration somehow, changkyun wouldn’t want to presume - but it’s their little secret, wide open yet just between the two of them - the giving of the gift marks something between them.
the two of them wandering down the bank, steep and loose earth rolling underfoot. there are no man-made impressions dug and shaped out of the ground, so Changkyun slides down first. there are tree roots and weeds dragged between his fingers, ripping in protest, and he scrapes himself against rolling stones too. but in the end, he looks up, bold, and offers a hand to Jooheon and the concubine arrives, pressed safely to his side - jooheon’s little gasp of shock, the widening of his eyes - but he bends down and takes ck’s hand within his, gripping tight and changkyun shakes under his weight - but he doesn’t let go.
Leads into a wild affair in the rain - soaked wet as they fall upon one another on the steps of the pond - jooheon’s robes spreading across the water, sticking against his skin. He shines, translucent in the rainy mist. Cheeks rosy from the cold, he looks at changkyun with soft, damp eyes - “you’ve ruined me my prince.” - a tender beckoning - Changkyun can’t help it, he kisses him until his lips go numb. Water rushes between them, filling the spaces of reaching fingertips, eager bodies - Jooheon’s cheeks are smooth with dew, a gentle smearing from his lashes, pink blurring the curve of his mouth.
historical equivalent of composing raps together - changkyun finally musters enough nerve to bring his compositions to their little haven - of course jooheon is the perfect piece and always manages to provide the closing line he needs
there’s something of a difference b/t knowing and truly understanding - and only now, with the reminder of another, the mark and strain of someone else worn upon his expression, does changkyun really think about the implications of jooheon’s nightly occupation. it’s a shocking kind of realization, the sensation yanks him back, cold and flat against the earth. he wonders, burning with curiosity and want - but he keeps quiet again. still, the itch builds without relief and he finds himself paranoid to an obsessive extent - when beneath beautiful smiles, mornings played out in shades of pink, and soft confessions, all he can see is the perversity of his own imagination playing out the worst and most explicit scenes before him.
Changkyun’s nagging awareness - even with jooheon here with him nightly - the reminders of others being able to touch him like this - it gets to the better of him one night -> the payment, “be wholly mine” - jooheon almost angry and yet he concedes to changkyun’s stubborn earnestness.
Also a way for hyungwon and ck to repair their relationship - deal brokered b/t them.
conversation: there’s lighthearted ones, but the very nature of their roles - prince and concubine meeting like this everyday - turn the conversation towards more melancholic tones. “Do you know why they call it the forbidden palace?” jooheon turns to him, smiling. this time the curve of his lips doesn’t reach his eyes. changkyun shakes his head, silent. the concubine looks to the lake instead, brushing a loose hair from his brow as the wind picks up. light flecks of greenery swirl past, dandelion powder and fallen petals in the air. spring perfume permeates the little bank before him. jooheon turns to him again and through the screen of glittering blossoms, his smile is bitter.
“on the contrary - it’s very easy to enter. really anyone could come in whenever they’d like.” He pauses, eyes trailing the stem of a peony floating above head. changkyun knows what he’ll say next, almost dreads the sound of it enough to steal the words from jooheon’s lips. but he keeps his quiet.
“it’s the concubines who are forbidden from ever going out.”
after that, the only conversation between them is lost to the whispers of the wind.
After Jackson’s arrival:
scene: imported cocoa beans from the west - traded with silks and scrolls for a single bitter brown nut. changkyun sneaks a handful from the imperial stock and they brew their own amateur cocoa tea - smoky and rich, the steam practically dripping down their throats. jooheon is thoroughly enamoured w this strange taste and changkyun, addicted to how the concubine’s smile folds so sweetly over each and every cup.  
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xviennesewhirl · 8 years ago
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Get  To Know Me!
Okay, so this may be an unpleasant wall of text on your dash, but I was tagged to do this by the lovely @sakuralove842​, so you’re just going to have to deal with it. It’s currently 8:20am in the morning and I’m running off no sleep because I’m petrified a spider is going to eat me or something whilst I sleep, so this should be interesting... 
Rules: Answer 30 questions and then tag 20 people you’d like to know better.
Nicknames: My real name is Amelia and not many people really use a nickname for me. :c If they do, however, it’s usually Mia. Family call me Meli as it’s a childhood nickname but I don’t particularly like it. Been called Amy a few times but that just reminds me of Doctor Who. 
Gender: Female
Star Sign: Aquarius 
MBTI type: ENFP-T (Although, it changes every bloody time I take the test and clearly isn’t accurate. Also been known to be an INFP and an ISFP so who knows, really?)
Height: Teeny tiny. Somewhere between 5″0 and 5″2. 
Time: Currently 08:31AM
Birthday: 20th January 
Favorite bands: Boy, oh boy. Music questions are hard. :c A few favourites of mine are Paramore, Royal Blood, Fall Out Boy, The Script, The 1975, The LaFontaines, BABYMETAL annnnd then we go into the K-Pop mess that is SHINee, Cosmic Girls - they were obvious I’m sure - SONAMOO, BTS, MAMAMOO, Red Velvet, Monsta X... It’s probably best that we stop here. 
Favorite solo artists: Ahhh, where to begin? Ed Sheeran, George Ezra, James Bay and a whole lot more but let’s add some K-Pop in here too by adding Zion.T, Eric Nam annnd Z.Tao because- ah, my baby. ;~; 
Song stuck in my head: Caramelldansen by Caramell, lmao. I don’t know why.
Last movie watched: I honestly don’t know when I last watched a movie. I want to say Moana, to be honest, but that could be completely wrong. 
Last show I watched: It was probably the anime Konbini Kareshi. If we’re going non-weeb, it was probably Brooklyn Nine-Nine or something else that was on in the background at a friend’s. Idk, I don’t watch stuff whilst at uni. 
When did I create my blog: Around two years ago - I deleted my old blog just in time for starting university and I regret it so much because it was so old and big and nothing is different between that one and this one and ugggh why ;-; 
What do I post about: Literally whatever. Mostly K-Pop, I will admit, but if I ever see something that I want to post, I’ll post it. If it’s not K-Pop, it’s usually me going “dat me irl” or something.  
Last thing I goggled: "a level results” - I didn’t know when it was for this year and I needed to know for a blog post I’m writing. Doesn’t apply to me being in university already, of course, but still... always nice to know!
Do you have other blogs? Yeah, I have a couple more. For instance, my actual anime blog has it’s own Tumblr page (that apparently needs fixing, wtf happened there, Wordpress?) and I have a little studyblr sideblog that I made to try and be more productive throughout summer. Also because I know for a fact some of you won’t want to see stationery as much as I do. 
Do you get asks?:  Asks? What are they? (I don’t think I’ve ever received one on this blog, ngl lol) 
Why did you choose your url: I like viennese whirls. 
Following: 121
Followers: 40 (pitiful, I know, rip) 
Favorite color: Blue~ 
Average hours of sleep: idek because sometimes I sleep for an entire day and sometimes I don’t sleep at all like help me pls
Lucky number: I don’t really have one?? But 2 or 22 are ones I always tend to choose, idk why
Instruments: Keyboard and Guitar (but I’ve not played in years so- eh)
What am I wearing: Black jeggings, a top that should be my work uniform and my university hoodie. Please don’t judge- all of my clothes are to be washed, I have no clothes left. Student life. 
How many blankets do I sleep with: A duvet and a blanket but the more blankets the better!
Dream Job: I’m a confused undergraduate student who has no idea what she wants to do - next question, please.
Dream Trip: Definitely want to go to Japan and South Korea! I also want to explore Europe too, so places like Austria, France, Finland, Latvia, Denmark... I want to visit more places in Italy too! OH, and I want to visit the States because I haven’t been there yet. Maybe revisit Thailand too? 
Favorite Food: Sunday Roasts! <3 
Nationality: British 
Ahhh, thank you for tagging me in this, Justine~ It was quite fun and managed to entertain me as I wait for the library to open. :’) 
Other Tumblr users, I choose you! (In other words, I don’t really know who to tag so just feel free to say I tagged you or something if you do do this~ :3c)
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justwritingscibbles · 8 years ago
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Tiny Box (Y/N)
A Markiplier x Reader fic where you’re playing prop hunt with Bob, Jack, Wade and Mark.  It’s not really fluffy, just some banter and in-game shenanigans. Also some swearing but that’s usually expected. Enjoy! 
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“Oh look, it’s the dream team versus the Three Stooges,” Jack said with a laugh. You looked at the teams and found that you and Jack had chosen Hunters; while Bob, Wade and Mark were starting off as Props. You chuckled and Mark let out a whining protest. “Babe! Why would you betray me like this!” He yelled, mocking heart-ache. “I’m sorry, Mark.” You replied in your saddest tone. “But that sexy Irish accent is just so alluring.” The boys laughed and you winked at the camera. Your screen went black as the round started, and almost instantly, you heard your boyfriend cry out in anguish.   “Really, Mark!” Bob said in disappointment. “All you had to do was nudge the thing and do the other thing. And you fucked it up!”  “I’m sorry!” Mark half giggled, half howled. “My finger slipped. I’ll make it work though, watch! I’ll survive the whole round like this. The Dream Team are too stupid to spot this.” You rolled you eyes and Jack chuckled, “Challenge accepted!”  Your screen filled with light and you started exploring the map. Almost instantly you heard an explosion somewhere in the map and Wade’s death flashed on the top right hand corner of the screen. “That’s not where a lamp goes, Wade!” Jack scolded. “The chimney needed to lighten up!” Wade responded. 
As the two bickered, you headed straight to the room you knew had heaps of boxes in it and opened the door.  From what you remember, this room should have columns of neatly stacked boxes with smaller packages flooding the floor.  However, the room you entered looked as if someone had thrown a grenade into the middle and called it a day. The towers of boxes had been knocked over and the smaller objects were scattered about in random areas. Some object were even stuck inside each other and on the ceiling. “Jaaack!” You called. Bob and Mark announced themselves by giggling profusely and yelling at you. “Hey! Get out! You’re not welcome here!” Mark hollered. “Give us some privacy!” Jack came up beside you and started laughing. “Oh God! What happened here?” “Two of the three stooges had a party,” You replied. You stepped into the room and started lifting the boxes one by one. You smashed those you could lift against the walls, turning them into splinters. You shot the objects on the roof, pouting as it took away your health. Jack maned the door, his gun scanning the wreckage with a deadly threat.  “Hey stop that!” Mark said, false anger biting at his words. “Those are my big brothers!”   “Ohh,” You cooed, “So you’re a little box!”  “Fuck!” Bob suddenly made a run for the door, his giant form knocking things into the air in his wake.  Jack let loose a scream and his grenade slammed into Bob with a large explosion. Bob disappeared and Jack’s body slumped to the floor.  “JACK NO!” You bellowed. You ran to his side, pretending to cry over the limp diaper baby.  “Avenge me!” Jack howled. In the corner of your eye you glimpsed a small box scoot behind a larger box. Knocking another box into the remaining stack of boxes. Mark didn’t get to curse before your grenade soared towards the box and you let loose a cry of victory.  “Gotcha babe!” 
******* 
You were quite happy with your spot. Nestled perfectly behind the logs in the fireplace, your little box form was completely obscured by the textures. The shadows hid any of your corners that might be sticking out of tent of wood.  It had taken some impressive maneuvers to get to this spot. When the round started, you hurtled towards the box room and snatched a smaller container from the floor. Careful not to knock the bigger boxes over, you tried to hide among the rest of your kin.  But then Jack came barreling in as a chair and the your plan was destroyed.  “Jack! Get out!” You hissed.  “Oh shit. (Y/N) you’re in here?” Jack whispered.  “Yes! You just ruined my plan!”  The door opened and Mark, Bob and Wade shuffled into the room.  With the boxes scattered and the towers dismantled, there was no use in hiding. So you booked it out of the room just as Wade was closing the door.  “NO! There she goes!” Mark hollered and Wade’s grenade exploded against the closed door. He died as the other props exploded about him.  “Goddammit Wade!” Bob yelled, “You let her get away!”  You were giggling as you whipped about the map. Mark was on your tail, leaving Bob to find Jack in the box room.  “Babe! Babe, slow down. Let’s talk about this,” Mark said, his voice turned low and soothing.  You ignored him and slid through a small gap in a wall. Mark cursed and was forced to go the long way round. You took the time to try out different spots. All of which were either too obvious or knocked things over.  At the last second, you ran into the fireplace and froze as Mark entered the room.  “Sweetheart,” Mark rumbled. “Come out.”  You laughed as he went about the room knocking things over or nudging his form against the larger objects. He took hold of a can and started scattering the things on the higher shelves.  Then, Mark closed in on your spot and pushed the can into the fireplace, wiggling it wildly as if trying to dislodge the textured logs.  Before you could try and escape, the can threw your ting box form into the and you should yourself get stuck in the chimney. 
You squealed in shock, puffing out your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing.  “What?” Mark asked, his voice suspicious. “Is someone in those logs?”  You giggled quietly, but the sound quickly turned into laughter as Mark threw his grenade into the fireplace and it exploded without killing you.  “What the hell?” Mark mumbled. He walked away and started rummaging through the rest of the room.  “Jack, are you ok?” You asked. Your question was answered by a large explosion and Booper-Dooper’s death on the screen.  “No,” He squeaked. Jack was silent for a moment. Then your ears were blasted with his laughter. “How the hell did you-” “SHHHH!” You frantically waved your arms, “Silence! I don’t know how it happened, it just did and I’m very happy right now!”  “Oh my God, Mark.” Jack chuckled, pity dripping from his lips. “You won’t find her.”  “I will!” Your boyfriend exclaimed. “Baby-doll, get your sweet ass out here!” You actually tried moving, but found yourself stuck. Shaking your head you watched Mark scramble about the room. “You’re not even in here are you,” He concluded, jogging out of the room. “Get your ass back here, Mark!” You called, “I am in here, I’m stuck.” Bob joined Mark search the room. They came so close sometimes that Jack made small excited noises, then cursed them for being so useless as they walked away. “Give us a clue then!” Bob spat. “I’m related to Tiny Box Tim,” You shrugged. Nothing else came to your head as a hint. Anything else and they would have made a bee-line to you. “She’s a fast-food box!” Wade screamed and Mark’s grenade exploded against the table with food. “No,” You laughed as his diaper baby collapsed to the ground. Wade and Bob were getting frustrated, Jack couldn’t stop laughing at how close they were. But so far away at the same time.  “I’ll give you lots of kisses if you tell Bob where you are,” Mark said and you pretended to think about it.  “How many kisses?” You asked.   “As many as you want!” Bob yelled, his frustration clear. “Mark will give you a massage as well! Cook you dinner! Tell me where you are!”  Jack and you laughed. There was ten seconds on the clock.  “Fine, go to the chimney.” You ordered and you watched Bob’s form run over to you. He fired into the nest of logs.  “No, go all the way in and look up.”  Bob crouched and wormed his way into the fireplace. At the sight of you, the three men howled and cursed. Bob shot you just as the clock turned 0.  “We win!” Jack and you yelled.  “How did you get up there?” Mark screamed. You could practically see him throwing his hands in the air in frustration.  “You knocked me up there!” You told him. When you knocked the can around you bumped into the chimney and I got stuck.”  “We are never playing with you again!” Wade said and you camera high-fived Jack.
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writebecswrite-blog · 8 years ago
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I Want to be a Writer
I WANT TO BE A WRITER.
Phew, I’m glad that’s out of the way. Can I go for a lie down now?  A cup of tea at least? Biscuit?
I’ve been forced to use cap locks to convey the importance of the statement (my future as one of the great literary giants is looking pretty assured right about now). However, it is a big deal because I’ve never really properly admitted it, my ambition to write that is, and dreams always seem a great deal more fragile when you say them out loud (just hand me the Nobel Prize now thank you very much). I’ve been clinging to my dream for so long that my ambition before it was to become an astronaut. As I’m currently a history teacher at a secondary school in Bradford my current dreams into reality ratio is not looking particularly promising.
So far my ambition has been very much a secret one, but as I have approximately 0 followers aside from my partner who is following me out of pity, I can probably elaborate a little further before I run the risk of people stopping me on the street, nodding in a knowing fashion and saying, “so you want to be an author ey?”
Specifically, I want to write children’s books, middle grade as they say in the business (the business that I am very much currently not a part of) and having finally penned my first book I thought it would be amusing to blog about my efforts to get it published because if there is one thing my very limited knowledge into the business tells me, it’s that it ain’t easy. In fact, for those of us decidedly on the outside looking in, it looks as straightforward as running a couple of ultra-marathons in a mini skirt and high heels – hats off to anyone who has attempted that feat by the way.
My greatest hope is that this blog will document my journey towards being published; however there is every possibility that it will instead document the journey of an increasingly desperate though wholly unpublishable author. If at any point I feel like I need to drink to drown my sad unpublished sorrows I’ll stop blogging because whilst the blog of a desperate, unpublishable author might be a bit crap, the blog of a drunk desperate and unpublishable author is just down right depressing.
I reckon I have a good few years in me before an alcohol dependency really takes hold and so for now I’m going to give this writing malarkey my very best shot.
I hope you enjoy reading,
Becs
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