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perhapsthanatos · 4 years ago

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10:32 pm with yuta ♡

nct’s yuta x fem!reader (got inspired by a dream of mine & found the idea really cute)

alternate title: be the james dean to my audrey hepburn

genre: fluff. a pinch of angst. non idol au. badboy!yuta au.

word count: 1400~

playlist: chinatown by wild nothing, lover’s rock by tv girl & work this time by king gizzard and the lizard wizard.

warnings: featuring johnny (not a warning though). smoking cigarettes. cursing. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: hi i was supposed to post a vampire!haechan fic but i really wasnt happy w it in general :( the plot or overall idea of the fic was really good, but i just felt as if i didnt do it justice so here we are :( but ngl, i kind of like this concept more? maybe bc i can see it more vividly? idk, i feel like my writings r getting repetitive & its getting on my nerves lmaoo this is getting long im sorry do u guys even read this part anyway? i would also like to apologize abt the amount of projecting im doing lmao ive been having some rough days & i love my sister but hate being compared to her so often so this is a way for me to rant abt it ig? also so sorry its coming out a little later bc i woke up late today (& procrastinated for the rest of it so here i am posting really late at night) & decided to go to the convenience store to get ice cream (& a ton of other bad shit pls dont do this its rlly unhealthy) for breakfast bc i can :) any who, enjoy lovelies <3

“oh my, y/n! you’ve grown up so well! just like your sister!”

“oh! i’m sorry i’ve almost mistaken you for your sister! y/n is your name, correct?”

“y/n, darling, you are looking so dashing! you really do resemble your sister, don’t you?”

“ah, you must be y/n! i’ve heard all about you and your sister from your father!”

you swear that your reddening cheeks are threatening to fall off any moment now from all the fake smiling. the hundreds of superficial compliments, the insincere flattery and the need for these people to constantly compare you to your godforsaken sister makes you feel even weaker than you are. it gets harder and harder to keep up with a big persona that isn’t at all you. as lucky as you are to live such a lavish lifestyle, you can’t help but hate how your family has to be so perfect. you hate how you have never fit in with them, even if you are so good at faking it. you hate how you have always been stuck in your sister’s shadow, constantly haunted with the reminder that you yourself aren’t good enough. you hate how you now have to entertain the rich and brainless guests at your parent’s gala because she’s gone for some stupid prodigy competition and everyone is only talking about her in front of your face. so what if she’s better the better sister? you still have the right to earn respect, right?

you’re exhausted from all the small talk. your facade gets more brittle by the second under all the pressure. your body feels as if it's gonna give out due to your brain shutting down after all that interacting. you try to keep on going with the night as it unravels itself by being the perfectly poised poster child, trying to make your parents proud. but alive yet almost completely devoid, you decide enough was enough. what if you left right now? no one would notice, would they?

after pulling up your phone discreetly to send a few text messages, you pass through lots of people dressed in gold and finery in a way that wouldn’t have you noticed right away. keep your head down and don’t you dare make eye contact with anyone. nearing the end of the room, grabbing the first glass of whatever alcohol you see and downing it in one gulp, you start walking away as quickly as possible from the ballroom. “ignorant privileged fucks,” you angrily whisper to no one in particular, setting the now empty glass on whatever surface and begin to head to the main exit where no one could spot you running away.

“and what do you think you’re doing here, miss?”

a voice interrupts you, looking up you see that it is your father’s head butler; johnny. he is dressed in a simple black suit that makes him appear taller than he is. his long brown hair is slicked back and his bowtie seems brand new. you have known the man since he started working in your household less than ten years back. you were a reckless child, often trying to find ways to sneak out, finding a way to escape from this life and he sympathized with you. after all, he could barely imagine living your life, never catching a break for yourself and always pretending to be someone you weren’t. he often helped planning when you would sneak out into the night, scheduling things like what time you should leave and what time you should be back, more specifically a time when no one would notice. he would take care of your form of transportation and have your location on at all times, just to be extra safe. as much as he wants you to have fun and have a bit of freedom, he still worries that something might happen to you. because of all this, you two have grown to have a very strong bond. you could confidently say that he is most definitely a parental figure in your life since your parents (and even your sister) are often overseas for work.

“what do you think i’m doing? you think i wanna be in a room with those half-baked bipeds? fuck no!”

“i know, i was just joking. you looked like you were about to explode in there, i wish i could help.” he laughs, pulling out his phone preparing what you might need. “so what will it be for today? the driver? we just need to pay him to keep his mouth shut. a taxi? it’s cheaper than paying the driver, but you still need to pay… not like that’s a problem for you though. maybe an uber would be good enough—“

“actually, i got myself covered. thanks.”

his jaw slightly drops and his eyebrows furrow. he looks straight at you in shock. “what do you mean you got yourself covered?”

you look down at your feet, a nervous habit. “i got myself a ride, you don’t need to help me. i’ll be back as soon as dawn comes.”

he raises his eyebrow. “who’s your ride?”

“doesn’t matter,” you glance down at your phone seeing a notification and wave a goodbye, leaving rather suddenly. “i gotta go, i’ll text you when you need to open the gates!”

“y/n! wait! who’s your ride— and she’s gone.” johnny sighs, watching as you run towards the front gates, tossing your stiletto heels away on the grass while you’re at it. he heads back inside, silently hoping you’ll be fine.

knocking the window of the old black mustang parked outside behind the big bushes, the driver rolls down his window and sends the most charming smile.

yuta in his black beanie, long blonde hair, worn out doc martens, signature leather jacket and black skinny jeans. it almost makes you laugh on how he wears the same thing almost everyday but still manages to look so good.

he is most notable for having a big bad boy reputation and you knew that he was the breath of fresh air you needed in your life. a person who can understand having the pressure of having to be or to fulfill your persona. a person you can completely be yourself around. a person who is full of warmth no matter how cold he may seem on the outside.

“get in, princess.”

and that was all you needed. you tiredly walked to the other door and sat yourself in the car. rolling his window back up, he looks at you. you are wearing a simple yet stunning black dress along with silver jewelry adorned on your neck and wrists. your makeup is perfectly done but still struggles to hide the fog in your eyes. he has the sudden urge to clear them away. he softens at the sight of you. no one is perfect, but he finds you being perfect enough without ever having to dress up.

“where to?” he asks as gently as he could. he knows that you are most vulnerable during these moments and that it is hard to finally break down your walls after a day full of stress, so he doesn’t pry immediately. all he wants to do is to keep you here, safe and away from your burdens and for you to stay comfortable with him, even if it couldn't be for long. but is that too selfish of him to ask? he hates how you hate your life and it is taking every bone in his body to not run away with you. but who is he to tell you what to do or what to change anyway? all he can do for now is try to find a way to make you genuinely smile.

“take me anywhere,” you whisper to the latter. “i just want to be as far from myself and my life as possible. miles away or the nearest convenience store, just take the long way home before dawn.”

you look down at the cup holders, spotting an open cigarette box. you tug one out of the nineteen and light it with the lighter you kept in your pocket. you lean back and close your eyes. he only admires as you bring the cigarette to your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke afterwards. letting the radio play quietly, he starts the car and begins to drive away from the mansion. he can’t help but wonder how you (an elegant daughter) and him (a bad boy) are millions of worlds apart, but more similar than you think.

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hanmegumi · 4 years ago

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TW: blo/d, g/re, d//th, ghosts, demons

here it is, the aforementioned wip. I have more but I think this is enough for now. Also, there are no names because I haven't found the right ones yet. So when it says [name] or [her name], imagine a random name there-

“Let’s make this easier for both of us.” [name] crouches on the side of the alley, in the convenient nook in the wall that made him choose this particular passageway to have this conversation.

The man who has just entered narrows his eyes, but he doesn’t look suspicious. [name] watches him shift into a defensive stance, and he shakes his head.

“There’s no use fighting,” he calls out, watching the man’s face swivel in his direction. “Just tell me what I need to know, and no one will be h-”

He is ready when the man leaps at him with inhuman speed, hand reaching out to grab him. [name] twists before he has the chance, and then a spurt of black blood splatters onto the stones of the alleyway.

The man gapes at him in surprise, clutching his side as if he’d never been injured before. [name] grins, and that’s incentive enough for the man to rush at him again, this time spinning in an attempt to shield himself.

[name]’s foot slams into the man’s chest as he stabs forward, and the man who is a monster lurches back. [name] almost falls from the impact, the man’s chest like steel against his bones. But he regains his footing quickly, keeping his eyes trained on the man’s clenched fists. “I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you are going to answer..”

The man’s eyes dart to the entrance of the alleyway as [name] strides closer. “What’s the question?”

“Do you know who I am?” [name] asks, resisting the urge to cough as he comes closer to the man’s stink.

The man is fast, [name] has to give him that. He almost makes it out of the alleyway before [name] can catch him by the throat. But his fingers close around the man’s cold neck, pinning him against the wall before he can fight back.

“Who are you?” the man who is not a man asks, cocking his head to the side as much as he can manage. “What are you?” He’s not used to being caught, and he’s not used to needing an escape route. He’s used to playing the cat in this scenario, but now he is a trapped mouse, and he knows it.

[name] knows the man doesn’t expect an answer, but he gives one anyway. “It won’t matter long for you.” He lets a hint of the fury he keeps boiling inside rise to the surface, and the man’s face pales. “But you can call me… Julian.”

“Julian,” the monster in the form of a man tries to say, as if he is tasting the word on his tongue. “A human name. But you are no human.” [name]’s fingers tighten around his throat, but the man simply laughs. “No matter. My master will have you in your place soon enough.”

“He can try,” [name] breathes, throwing the man to the ground. He reacts too quickly for a mere mortal as he leaps to his feet, but [name]’s fist is already waiting, and the man topples to the ground. [name]’s boot digs into his throat, holding him down with a force he hopes the man doesn’t see is weakening. “Many have tried. Do you know how many succeed?”

The man smiles as if he is not facing death, black blood glistening on his unnaturally white teeth. “When you look the Devil in the face, what does he say?”

[Name]’s breaths are steady as he presses his toe farther into the man’s throat, blocking off his airways. He leans in close to the man’s face, watching his eyes flare with rage and hate as he finds he cannot escape the hold. “He tells me all my imperfections, all my flaws, everything wrong in my twisted, rage-filled heart… and then he invites me out for dinner.”

He lets a smirk curl his lips as the demon claws uselessly at his leg. His muscles twinge in exhaustion, though. He has to wrap this up before he collapses too, but the man will not give him answers, and he already knows that torture never works on demons like him.

“You see,” [name] whispers into the man’s ear, “When you look into the Devil’s eyes too many times, you find he stares back. And perhaps he sees a mirror.”

The man doesn’t have time to scream before the knife slices into his neck, and his head is separated from his body.

No sooner does the blood spurt up than it disappears into black smoke, along with the severed head and body lying on the cobblestones. [name] waves the thick smoke away, resisting the urge to cough. He’s done this often enough that it shouldn’t bother him anymore, but there is still a tug that urges him to follow the trail of smoke as it snakes out of the alleyway.

He ignores it, allowing his shoulders to slump for the first time in hours.

“That was dramatic,” a voice sounds in his ear, and he sighs, not bothering to flinch. This, he has become immune to the surprise of.

He knows he isn’t imagining the disapproval in the voice.

“I’m a dramatic person,” he answers, running a hand through his hair. He knows better than to look for her in the alley, hand slung on her hip. He can imagine her standing there all he wants, but he’s been through too many disappointments today to turn and see nothing.

“That you are,” she agrees, her voice following him as he wipes his knife on his shirt. There is no blood, all of it vanished into smoke, but he cleans the blade out of habit anyway. He surveys the alley for any leftover traces of the fight, but other than a few overturned stones, there is no sign he was ever here. “There are better uses of your time.”

“I could say the same to you,” [name] shoots back, but this is an old conversation. She knows he won’t be swayed, and he knows she is there to stay. “One would think ghosts have other things to do than haunting old friends.”

He can practically see her rolling her eyes, even though she isn’t really there. “What kind of social life do you expect me to have?”

The same conversation, repeated a thousand times.

He sheathed his knife at his side. “You always were a social butterfly.”

“And you always had trouble letting go,” her voice whispers. A cold shiver sweeps through [name]’s body, but he ignores the familiar feeling. He’s always assumed it is [her name]’s remnants hovering around him, but lately he’s been feeling it all the time.

Unsurprising.

After all, there is a ghost in his ear, a phantom hovering at his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t find information,” he says, reaching into the void to find his bag. It’s always disconcerting to see his hand disappear into nothingness, but, as with all the other strange happenings in his life, he ignores the jittery feeling that overtakes him, the urge to jump in and see where oblivion leads.

He retrieves his bag, searching in the front pocket to find his hand mirror. She answers him after a few seconds, a note of annoyance in her voice. “I wish you would stop looking.”

“Do you know what I wanted to say, [her name]?” he ignores her comment, wiping the dirt from his face as he studies himself in the mirror. “When he asked what the Devil says to me?”

She doesn’t respond, so he continues, “I wanted to say that when I see the Devil, he laughs in my face. I wanted to say that when the Devil laughs at my arrogance, scorns me for my passion, invites me to join him in hell, I laugh back at him. Because when the Devil laughs at you, you know you’re too far gone to care about offending him anymore.”

There is silence, a ringing in his ears as he tucks the mirror back into the bag and drops it into the void, watching it disappear into thin air. When she finally speaks, it’s the same words she’s said a thousand times before.

“You need to stop this chase for answers, [name],” she pleads, her voice bulletproof with her resolve. He cannot break through.

He ignores her, too, and when he emerges from the alleyway without a hair out of place, not a single human is able to tell that he just killed a demon.

QOJSJQJJDQJJSJW OKAY OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY THIS WAS PERFECT AND GAVE ME CHILLS??? THE WRITING IS EXCELLENT AND- OMG SUMS YOU GOTTA KEEP GOING- I CAN ALREADY TELL IT'S GONNA BE SUCH A PERFECT STORY- IM SO JEALOUS I CANT SEE STRAIGHT OMG OMG OMG-

THIS STORY WILL BREAK ME WONT IT-

#summer tag #this. T H I S #it was perfect???#wHEN CAN I READ MORE-#you will let me read more right? 🥺#yall this is what i call talent #tw long post

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angel---eater · 3 months ago

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its this weird thing where like. a good portion of our friend group struggles with NPD. sometimes NPD and BPD combined. which includes us, and its like. its fuckin hard to balance these spinnin plates. like i know its hard. its especially hard to actually look at yourself and see your own toxic behaviour/habits. but you HAVE to do it. you owe it yourself and to the people youre being shitty to. like holy fucking shit. and im sittin here like... i am a million steps ahead of these guys. and watching them do this shit freaks me out. being at the other end of this shit freaks me out. it makes me want to lash out and scream BETTER YOURSELVES OR GET OUT right in their faces. but im not gonna do that because you cant do that to pre-recovery narcissists. thats not how you get a conversation unfortunately lmao. tried that before and they just doubled the fuck down. if i cared about them less id just say bye, but i do care about them and weve all been through hell together and itd haunt me to my fuckin grave if we stopped speaking on terms like that

like hal said before epochal division makes this really hard. because like.... now that our primary system is back and in charge... i didnt live through the shitstorm with them. all ive gotten from them is whatever this is and i aint impressed. but i hold the care loyalty and trust from the newer, polyfragmented side of my system. and i myself dont wanna fight with them. so what the fuck. im trying to formulate a way to talk to them about all this shit but theyre at the really fuckin delicate and nervous stage of NPD management, before you actually start working on yourself. thats the hardest stage to be around im not gonna lie. like again speaking as someone who recently went through this myself and is now out the other end. you just gotta do the fuckin work and stop being a shithead to people you claim to care about. im fuckin tired of being a captive audience that they just talk to and take for granted until they leave for days, arrive 2 hours late, and then rinse and repeat

first session was a success but the problem friends accepted an invitation and made plans over my partners birthday........ actively trying not to split on them holy shit. they need to work on their npd beyond fuckin joking about it

#caw caw #our t

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maatryoshkaa · 5 years ago

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hi,, okay so this is like the second time i've ever asked and ask if that makes sense,, but i was wondering if you have any writing tips or sumn,, bc you have a really good stories and like i want to write too,, but i absolutely hate my works and can't seem to make it interesting. and if you answer this im sorry I'm so awkward skdbfjfjig

[2:43 P.M.] oh, i’m so sorry for not answering the first time! well, i’m not sure if i’m exactly qualified to give advice, but i hope i can be of some help ^^

1. it’s actually a really common thing for writers (and artists in general) to hate their work! it’s all of our insecurities and expectations trying to intercept our creative process, and it’s understandable (i have this habit of cringing at everything i upload a day later) but we gotta acknowledge when we’re being overly critical about our own work! if you leave it at “i hate my stuff”, you wipe away any possibility of growth. try pinpointing what you don’t like -- the plot? the character depth? the style? and boom -- now you have something concrete you can work to improve!

2. take time to find something you’re truly inspired about! it’s no good to write a story just for the sake of getting likes, or only because the trope is popular. building the foundation and getting excited about an idea might take a lot of time, but trust me -- it’s worth it. that excitement, passion, is what’ll keep you motivated to keep writing and perfect your writing ^^

3. how to make a story interesting! some people will tell you to avoid cliches and ‘too-perfect’ characters, but that’s not entirely true. a story is interesting if it has a lot of details -- taking time to thoroughly flesh out your characters (and i mean everything -- from their names to their darkest childhood traumas, if they have them) and plot devices (what will happen in this chapter? why will this be significant in the future chapter? when will something that happened this chapter come back to haunt the characters with a completely different meaning five chapters later?) is everything. plus, you’ll end up getting more invested in your characters and story, which is always good!

i think i made a couple of posts on writing tips here -- i’ll try to organise them sometime for y’all. you’re not awkward at all, i’m honoured you asked -- i apologise if i rambled on for too long! i love youu ^^

- ryu encourages you to always keep writing!

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crispclown · 5 years ago

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kurogiri hcs

i just have a lot of kurogiri thoughts....

- in canon mostly because i really like the theory that he's an ex-ua student who used to be friendly with aizawa and yamada before his quirk pretty much failed him during a battle and instilled the thought of "never let someone chase an unachievable dream" in aizawa afterwards. he was in a vulnerable position during that time and afo, who seems to watch the ua tournaments and realized kurogiri's quirk had the potential to be incredibly useful to his organization, swooped in similar to how it was with shigaraki and with careful manipulation pretty much became in kurogiri's eyes his savior who helped him realize how horrible the hero society is and gave him a second chance at redemption via villainy. because of this he feels a strong sense of debt towards afo

- since he hasnt seen what an ass afo is yet he'd do almost anything afo would ask of him without question.

- to add onto the above of being an ex-ua student thats also one of the reasons he constantly has his mist on. i personally believe he does have a normal human form underneath going off how 1-a pinned him down during the ua rescue center scene. having his mist contantly at the ready helps be more prepared for all the sudden unexpected situations villains can fall into as well as disguise him from both media attention and anyone who might recognize him (old friends-) given the fact he's considered legally dead.

- the only people aware of his well. origin story is afo and some of his trusted higher ups who assisted in readjusting kurogiri to their group and pushing him to further his quirk abilities to do what he can do now

- kurogiri never really thought of telling shigiraki about since to him that backstory doesn't matter as much as helping him grow as afo's heir and as kurogiri's adopted son

- the reason kurogiri got into bartending was because when he first joined and he and afo were trying to figure out when he;d fit best kurogiri just sort of realize afo tends to drink A Lot. with all his quirks, its hard for afo to be killed by more normal means like alcohol poisoning and some of them had the side effect of needing a Shit Ton before afo could really get drunk

- so kurogiri just ended up helping fix afo's drinks and over time it morphed into learning how to bartend

- his loyalty to afo s pretty much the only reason kurogiri originally started taking care of shigaraki. afo knew how loyal and steadfast to him and took advantage of it to give him the job of raising/babysitting shigaraki. tbh i don't think kurogiri was fond of shigaraki since the beginning and probably acted more like a butler/robotic towards him at first before the unrelenting Parental Instincts tm kicked in one day after almost a year of looking after him and suddenly realized "oh fuck this is my son"

- during the year of lowkey awkward parenting he was internally having a crisis since in my mind he never really ever thought of having kids during his time as a hero in training so suddenly having the responsibilty of looking after one you know nothing about and is already pretty grown vs wanting to please afo who trusted him enough with the task made him p conflicted during the time

- thankfully(?) afo was the most active in shigarakis life during the beginning years so kurogiri didn't have to have his crisis while being a single dad as well. as shigaraki got older afo just started to withdraw more when he thought shigaraki and kurogiri were getting along well enough and weren't about to fight/betray him any time soon

- if the lov ever decided to break their assosiation with afo, kurogiri would likely still go with lov to make sure shigaraki and crew stay safe and that none of them get too hurt. despite that, he'd still retain quiet loyalty to afo due to his blind faith in him and would probably keep him updated if asked, thinking of it as a "father knows best situation"

- for the lov to be able to have his Total Loyalty, really the only person who could sway him would be shigaraki himself. as much as he feels like he has a debt to afo, shigaraki has pretty much become his own son in kurogiri's eyes (which he likely wouldnt outright admit-) and anything he'd tell him about afo would pretty much be the only stories kurogiri couldn't bring himself to cast doubt onto

- honestly in general shigiraki is pretty much the only one besides afo that he's willing to listen and consider anything he says. everyone else he might listen to but internally there's a possibility hes not really listening depending on the topic. like above, sometimes he thinks he just knows better though he is willing to admit whenever he's wrong

- mild projecting but besides shigaraki his favorite that he won't outright say is his favorite is toga. besides yknow the murdering which tbh doesn;t really bother him, he pretty much sees her as a a+ daughter and is just "lmao your lost" at her family. the only thing he doesn't like about her is when she goes out of her way to aggravate shigaraki or when she starts killing people suddenly and it throws off lov's plan

- he takes great pride in looking nice and presentable and while he might be willing to wear more casual clothes in his rare free time, he refuses to wear clothes like those free tshirts you get at events or his pjs outside his room.

- lowkey passive agressive about s o m e people not wearing socks t o m u r a. or not wearing long enough pants like arent your fucking ankles cold?

- kurogiri does also enjoy being a gentleman to go along with his professional aesthetic since like. just cause youre a villain doesnt mean you gotta be a dick yknow? too many heroes do that anyways (@ endeavor then perish)

- can swear but unable to around children

- (shigaraki once heard him say fuck when he thought he was alone and its haunted them both ever since. neither of them talk about it)

- he's a villain so like. he doesnt feel bad about killing people or watching them get killed. he was literally willing to murder 13, all might, and 1-a and only didn't because renforments arrived. during their first meeting with toga and dabi, his concern was less about shigaraki killing someone but the concept of shigaraki killing someone who could be useful to their cause. if shigaraki had weighed the options and told kurogiri "yeah im gonna kill them theyre useless", kurogiri wouldnt have seen anything wrong with not stepping in again when shigaraki does so.

- the only people he would feel bad for killing would be very young children since they remind him too much of how shigaraki used to be. parents of said children have a 50/50 chance depending on how they act

- kurogiri does try to let shigaraki be a grownup tm since hes like. 21 and make his own decisions but he really does have a habit of babying him since hes seen all the stupid shit hes done and said since he was like 5-6 and it all flashes in front of his eys sometimes

- for all the members who Can drink legally hes memorized their usual drinks by now. some of them (magne, twice, spinner-) probably use this to look cooler to recruits but everyone else Knows

- purposely says things like “the pokemens" in front of the younger members to set their fight or flight reflexes off

- video games are basically the only thing he really keeps up to date with pop culture wise tbh. whenever someone pulls him into playing one with them, he just acts like an old man who doesnt understand how to use controllers and lets them win to be nice. if he wanted he Could Destroy Them

- kurogiri doesn't dad anyone who doesn't want a dad figure showing up. he'll still do things like make sure they're being as safe as a villain can be and act as a mediator but otherwise they won't get much witness much dading unless its directed towards someone else

#bnha #kurogiri #bnha kurogiri #bnha lov #the league of villains #space words

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yodawgiherd · 5 years ago

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Melting

Rating: T

>>>Read on AO3<<<

It's hot af here, so I was wondering, what if I made it the same way in my fic? HMMMMMMMMMM? Im a genius dont @ me.

It’s funny how quickly the weather changes. Few days back, he was still wearing hoodies, but now Eren was glad that his car has such a good air conditioning system, allowing him to make the trip back home from work relatively unscathed. Pulling next to Mikasa’s bike, he wondered how the hell did she survive driving that infernal machine in this heat, especially clad head to toe in black leather, her usual biker attire. The house was eerily empty, void of any activity or sounds, making Eren question if perhaps Mikasa wasn’t even home, maybe having an extra-long modeling session or working out too much, as she tends to. But then again, with how large the mansion was, sometimes too big for just the two of them honestly, he should better make sure. A quick search later, Eren was proven wrong, as his lovely fiancé was indeed here, sunbathing in the backyard next to the full pool. She was really looking like the picture of relaxation, stretched on a sun lounger, her porcelain skin in sharp contrast to the strapless black bikini she wore. Stylish piece. Nearing her, Eren couldn’t tell is she was sleeping or not, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses, but his unspoken question got answered, because when he came to stand next to the lounger, Mikasa perked up and pushed the glasses out of her face, blinking at him.

“Doing okay?”, he asked, watching her smile grew wider as she nodded at him with her half-full glass.

“I’m perfect actually.”

“You filled the pool.”, Eren observed, “How’s the water?”

“Warm, as everything nowadays. When I came home and saw what the temperature was, going for the pool was the only possible option I saw.”

“Smart.”

“I know right? Now that the sun is trying to cook us alive, I have to trade my scarf for the water.”, she snickered, “Which kinda sucks, because the new one you gave me is really comfortable.”

“It’s fine, you can put it back on once the summer is done. Plus, it wouldn’t match that bikini at all.”

“You think so?”, she looked down at her body, trying to imagine how the weird combo of swimwear with a scarf would look like. She should ask Pixis.

“Yep. No need to draw away the eyes of everyone by the aggressive red color when the stuff you wear is so elegant.”

“Aw, thanks, I wore this piece for a photoshoot a week back, the swimsuit season is starting, and I liked it so much that I bought it after.”, rolling left and right to give Eren the best possible view, she looked at him over the rim of her glasses, “Like it?”

“Love it, it suits you. Most of the things you bring home from the model agency do, did you perhaps consider that you might be developing a sense for fashion?”

“Me? Fashion?”, Mikasa gasped, seemingly outraged, “How could you!”

“The people you whoosh past on your bike surely appreciate the tasteful combinations and fitting cut of your leather gear.”

“The only leather gear I want fitted is the one I use with you.”, slowly, she traced the shape of her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, “If you know what I’m talking about.”

Taken aback, Eren just stared at her, the silence interrupted by Mikasa’s loud slurping, as she continued draining whatever was left in her glass, her predatory gaze not leaving his face. Classic.

“Since you’re already here, why don’t you massage my back? Got a few cramps that have been legit killing me.”, she offered, seeing that he was still out of words to say. So easy to get him flustered sometimes.

Shrugging, as he was always down to give her a massage, Eren motioned for her to turn over, sitting on the lounger and shamelessly abusing the opportunity to ogle her ass, as Mikasa was now lying on her front, because that thing was still simply too perfect to be true. Butt that belonged to fiction, on statues and painting, but here it was, delightfully exposed as her bikini bottom dug in-between her ass cheeks, giving him an unobstructed view. Mikasa did not skip leg day, did her squats, and it showed. Mostly to prevent himself from drooling, Eren dragged his gaze upwards, on her back where his hands were hard at work right now, opening his mind and focusing on finding the sore muscles, easing the tension out of them.

“The tattoo project coming along fine?”, he asked, mostly to fill the silence because when they were not talking, it was way too easy to slide his gaze down over the sinful curve of her body and back down to the holy land above Mikasa’s long legs.

“Mhmm. Just finishing the designs now.”, she cracked an eye open, watching him over her shoulder, “You still want it? To have the matching wings on our back?”

“Totally.”

“Then it should be ready soon.”, a bit of a dreamy expression entered her features, “It’s going to look great, trust me.”

“You’re the tattoo expert here, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Having ink on my wrist doesn’t make me an expert.”

“That’s still one more than I have.”

Not sure how to answer that, Mikasa fell silent, closing her eyes and letting Eren work out the kinks of her back, melting into his touch. It felt great, as always, and she almost fell asleep, completely relaxed under the sun. But that just wouldn’t do, as she still wanted to swim, the water was perfect after all, so waking up with a start, she eyed her boyfriend, who stood up to give her room on the chair.

“Come on, don’t stand there like that. Clothes off, the pool’s waiting!”, she ordered.

But Eren was already shaking his head.

“I don’t think I can right now, I have to….”

The feeling of Mikasa’s hands gently but very strongly taking hold of his waist stopped his excuses.

“Baby…”, she whispered, sliding out of the lounger to stand next to him, “That was not a request.”

Gaze following hers to the water surface and back, the terrible clarity of what was about to happen flooded Eren’s mind.

“You wouldn’t.”, he tried.

She grinned.

“Yes I would.”

“Mikasa no.”

“Mikasa yes!”

And then he was being half dragged half carried towards the pool, with strength he had no chance of resisting, his captor completely ignoring any pleadings. Push came to shove, Eren lost his footing, and flew over the rim, his back hitting the water surface. The sound of Mikasa’s laughter got replaced by the sound of water gushing all around him, as he submerged, whatever curse he tried shouting dying in his throat. Eren wasn’t a bad swimmer, so after a few seconds he easily resurfaced, even with the weight of the wet clothes dragging him down, just in time to see Mikasa’s elegant dive, arcing over him and hardly disturbing the water as she disappeared beneath the blue too. Eren tried frowning at her, when her head appeared above the surface, but her grin was just too infectious, making him unable to stay mad at her.

“I do hope you didn’t have a phone in your pockets.”, she winked at him, “Would be quite a loss.”

Luckily he left both phone and car keys at the kitchen’s table, but she didn’t know that.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.”, Eren grumbled, doing his best to appear at least a bit angry.

“And what are you going to do about it?”, she countered, the tease clear in her voice.

“I’ll think of something…”, eyes narrowing, Eren tried swimming closer, only for Mikasa to edge away.

“Good luck with that, since you’ll have to catch me first.”, and she bolted.

The pool was big, big enough for her to evade him basically forever, since she was both a better swimmer and Eren still had the clothes to slow him down, but after a bit of a chase Mikasa did allow herself to be caught on the shallow end, back to the wall as Eren caged her in with his arms, loving that he was finally able to stand.

“Got you now Ackerman.”, he growled.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do?”, she moaned helplessly, loping her arms around Eren’s neck.

Seeing that she was very much on board with whatever he intended, he repositioned his hands from the wall and slid them down over her back and down, finally reaching that firm shape of her butt. While watching it was great and all, touching it still took the cake. But he didn’t even get a chance to explain his evil plan, because as soon as he dug his fingers in Mikasa took it as an invitation and leaned closer, aggressively pressing her mouth on his. The water helped when she wrapped her legs around Eren’s waist, the weight of her body greatly reduced, so he could focus on licking into her mouth instead, brushing his tongue against hers. It was great, it was amazing, so Eren was surprised when the raven pulled back, fingers working diligently to unbutton his wet shirt.

“Something wrong?”, he asked, allowing her to remove his top and throw it out of the pool.

“We gotta christen the pool properly.”, she responded, hand disappearing under the surface to undo Eren’s belt, “But you have to sit on the edge, I can’t breathe underwater.”

It took him a few seconds to understand what she was implying, but when he did Eren jumped up rather quickly, taking a seat and watching as she pulled his underwear down, eyes sparkling.

“Now what do we have here…”

Hitch woke up alone, the bed next to her empty but warm, implying that Jean wasn’t gone for long. Sitting up, she wrapped herself in blanket and began her search, which was bound to be short considering that her flat was anything but big. Her lover and recent roommate was sitting in the kitchen, next to an open window, a cigarette in hand.

“I thought you quit.”, she said, sitting opposite him.

Jean followed her gaze to the burning tobacco roll between his fingers, as if he just realized that he was holding it.

“I did.”, he sighed, taking another drag, “But I found myself craving a smoke after the discussion we had. And I wasn’t strong enough to resist.”

Unearthing old pains was part of Hitch’s job, so she was very familiar with the haunted look on Jean’s face, knowing that falling back into his bad habit of smoking is definitely not a solution.

“You should look for him.”, she offered, “Try to reconnect.”

“Marco? I told you, I have no idea if he’s even alive. Waste of time.”

But when Jean tried raising to cigarette up to take another drag, Hitch reached over and plucked it out of his fingers, squishing it against the ashtray.

“Sitting here and smoking is not gonna help.”, she hissed, “What’s the harm in searching anyway?”

“Maybe I don’t want to know what happened to him.”, he murmured, not meeting her gaze, “What if I look for him and find out that he really died?”

“Closure is better than uncertainty.”, Hitch insisted. Reaching over the table, she squeezed his hand, finally making him look up at her, “I’ll help you.”

He couldn’t say no to her, especially now that they were eye to eye, and the warmth and supportiveness in her gaze were undeniable. Doing his best to smile, albeit he didn’t feel like it at all, Jean nodded at her, making her face light up even more. She stood up, tugging at his hand until he followed the motion, and together they crossed the distance back to the bedroom, because it was still late, and they were both tired. The search, whatever that might be, can wait till tomorrow.

The snakes twisting in Sasha’s stomach wouldn’t stop, no matter how much she tried to focus on her work and not on them. The rows of numbers dancing in front of her eyes did nothing to overcome her fear and worry, making even the simplest tasks of accounting nigh impossible. The bar was doing great, that was a good thing, customers were aplenty, and so far no one has suffered any dangerous consequences after drinking one of Hange’s hellish experimental drinks, straight from the lab, people actually seemed to enjoy them, a thing that boggled Sasha’s mind to no end.

But all those facts paled, when she remembered why she was even upset in the first place, fists clenching helplessly. Niccolo was gone. Ever since he tried to dig deeper in their combined efforts of finding Gabi, contact people that he shouldn’t, she hasn’t heard from him since. And that scared her. If anything happened to Niccolo, it was because of her and the stupid quest she embarked on, the young cook had no stake in the game, yet he was nothing but helpful to her. She had to do something, try and locate him on her own, just sitting here crunching numbers wasn’t going to cut it. But looking out of the window, she could see that it was dark outside, night, and beginning anything now would be rather stupid on her part. In the morning then, she’s going to find him. On her own, if she must.

#snk #aot #eremika #fanfic #fkin summer i swear to god

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jaxcns · 6 years ago

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y’all know this mans? yuh.. really gets ya thinkin that men might deserve rights after all huh? i mean they dont but it makes ya think! anyway.. i’m urayai ( uri for short ), eighteen, she/her, and from bumfuck nowhere usa over in the est timezone. we livin in a winter wonderland over here rn issa nightmare :) if ya feelin the vibe now then check out my statistics page yuh maybe i went the extra mile MXDDDN! anyway if ya poppin ya p*ssi to nct, love wastin time playin the sims, or are prayin for both taes scalps then smash that heart! we need validation in order to live in this economy laid ease!

basic details

( wong yukhei, cismale, he/him ) — meet jaxon wu, the nineteen year old sophomore at washington state university. i heard that the hedonist is a literature major who spends most of their time either practicing on the soccer field or interning at dorrance publishing two days a week. if you ask around, you’ll find out that the scorpio was born on october 28th, that the last song they listened to was uncomfortable by chase atlantic, and that they currently live in the kappa zeta nu fraternity house. ever since the death of carter hayes though, the only thing anyone can seem to recall when it comes to them is that they used to share a room with him at the frat house.

+ smoke-filled lungs, constellations in his eyes, denim jackets, disappearing acts that rival houdini, heart-shaped boxes, thumb rings, lazy grins, broken promises, and rainy mornings.

full sleeve on his right arm plus a chest piece in progress

ears and nose pierced but he doesnt always rock the nose

emotionally stable? no. financially stable? also no.

on an athletic scholarship for soccer but he loves hockey more so its #emohours

plays soccer, hockey, and baseball

loves the finer things in life but can barely afford the free breadsticks at olive garden ja feel

hes a snake who loves that 5 finger discount

selfish but also too invested in people he cares for

impatient as hell like.. chile

middle child ya he was dealt only the best cards in life

loves space and conspiracy theories #wow so original amirite

gets super obsessive over projects hes def a perfectionist

bisexual / bitter / bilingual

mom is a bank tell and dad is a professor at boston u

not very close to his older brother since hes off gettin his doctorates degree

very close to his little sister tho they’ve always been best friends

enjoys goin on hikes to clear his head

other than writing he also enjoys all other things creative like painting, drawing, sculpting, photography, etc

he attends a weekly art class in the city

he def dabbles in drugs so if ya lookin he can probs hook ya up

he was carters roommate

ADAMANT — stubborn as shitttttt like fr. once he sets his mind on sumn and believes hes completely right cant be wrong then theres no changin his mind! at all! even if he realizes later that he was wrong he’d rather lower himself into the grave than admit it. he’ll also argue with you til the ends of the earth until the bitch literally dont have vocal chords anymore!

CONFIDENT — if i could’ve picked an alternate label for him then it woulda been the bellwether. he always carries himself with confidence which he gets from wearin nice clothes and accessories plus always bein well groomed ig? like his hair is always done, you’ll never find a speck of dirt on his shoes, that type of shit. even when his hair is messy it was done that way he would never go outside lookin like a wreck so jot that down!

IMPETUOUS — this bitch reckless af! he does things to benefit himself and only himself most of the time without taking into consideration other peoples feelings or how it might impact them. thats not to say that he doesnt regret it after the fact but lbr he normally? doesnt? see: selfish. hes just tryna get ahead tryna get dat coin tryna get him sum gucci slides!

PETULANT — sulky, bad-tempered, etc is jax thru and thru! and he aint afraid to take everyone down with him either. hes def the type to stir up drama ngl but he’ll back it up too and he aint afraid to throw hands! hes been in his fair share of fights and with his shiny new fake id y’all been knew hes been in more than one bar fight with more to come i’m sure!

plot ideas

MUSE — pretty self explanatory i think? this person just ignites fuckin inspiration for him whether it be thru takin pictures of them, writing about them, filmin them, drawin them, etc etc. jax always knows that when hes in a slump he can find them and that shit will come back as quick as flippin on a light switch!

RIDE OR DIE(S) — y’all already know wtf it is! we love those friends who just talk shit with each other, those that’ll go to bat for one another, but also arent afraid to be like “yo step back ur gettin a lil outta line” ja feel? literally gimme all that!

ANGST — i live for anything angsty tbh like im one of those bitches that gets bored when things are goin too well for my chara so i need someone to fuck that shit up fam!

RELATIONSHIPS — im here for it all! im talkin enemies, friends, rommates, party buddies, smokin buddies, fwb, exes, partners in crime, etc etc! im here and ready to snatch em all up!

TEAMMATES — jax plays hockey, soccer, and baseball so if ur chara does too then? uhhhh we def gotta plot cause we could go any way with the teammates thing like imagine teammates who hate each other and purposely try to hurt one another durin practices.. ugh we love pettiness!

ADVENTURE BUDDIES — hiking, goin to abandoned / haunted places, spontaneous road trips, etc! need someone or multiple people who’re down to just drop everything and go. doesnt even matter where tbh they’re just always up for a lil adventure.

SEESAW — lemme be basic for a sec ok just hol on! i rlly want a plot based off of yoongis song seesaw where maybe the two of them were together and at first it was great but then they just fell out for wtvr reason and obvs didnt wanna be together anymore. neither of them wanted to let go tho maybe it was like a comfort thing? so they just kept repeatin their same old shit and actin like everything was cool until one of them finally took the step and ended it just.. ik there’d be angst ik it and i need it!

PARADISE — the new song by chase atlantic! bitch! i felt it in my soul maybe i cried? jax dabbles in literally everything hes truly a mess so havin someone who just checks on him would rip my soul in half? someone who gives him a call randomly in the middle of a sunday night and is just like “hey ya been ok? not fallin back on bad habits are u?” shit like that. it would def be a thing where he falls a lil bit in love with them because its smth hes not used to tho that def doesnt mean at all that they feel that way about him! it can unrequited i dont rlly care tbh.

ik i forgot sum shit and ik this is a damn m e s s but if ya wanna plot then just lms and i’ll hit ya up! we can brainstorm or pick from one of our wcs idc just give this h*e sum plots i’ll literally die without em? im def the type whos down to prettymuch™ fill anything so if ya got a plot that ur rlly wantin but no one seems to be takin then give it to me i’ll 100% take it lmao! ya im desperate what about it?

#ehqs:intro #yuh ik this aint showin in the tags #but im taggin it anyway #╰ ღ —— ┊ filed under : out of character. ❞

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strawberryjmilk · 7 years ago

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of spell books and hauntings | jeon jungkook

word count: 4772

based off of the movie ‘casper meets wendy’

You didn't like living with your overprotective aunts. Plain and simple - they didn't think you could take care of yourself. It was completely untrue - you were a witch for goodness' sake! Taking care of yourself was the one thing you could actually do. Another thing you could do was avoid ghosts - spirits, ghouls, whatever - at all costs. It was something you learned while growing up - witches and spirits did not get along.

Jungkook sighed as he watched his uncles wreak havoc. He hated being a ghost - they were labeled as spooky, disgusting nuisances. Jungkook didn't want to be a nuisance, he just wanted a friend. But, with every human running from him, he could never even speak to them. While Jungkook liked to introduce himself as 'the friendly ghost', his uncles wore their spiritual titles with pride. This caused him to be like the omega of the four spirited group - he obeyed every command given to him.

"Let's go on vacation," Sungjin grinned. Jae and Wonpil grinned at the leader of their group with mischievous smiles. Going on vacation meant freely scaring anyone they pleased. It also means, Jungkook thought as he perked up. I can freely roam as well. "Of course, you're joining us, muscle pig. We need someone to carry the luggage!"

You didn't have many friends, either. Actually, you didn't have any at all. Your aunts had the 'we're witches, we're supposed to be evil' mindset that you couldn't break them out of. Sure, you had a wand and a broom who sometimes talked to you. You could cast spells with the flick of the wrist and you were supposed to be vengeful towards your enemies. But, you always found yourself smiling at strangers in hopes they'd actually talk to you.

"Y/N," your aunt Jihyo spoke. She was currently brewing a potion to sneak into the neighbors' milk cartons. They had a son your age but he had long since stopped smiling at you as they chased him away with sticks. "Stop pouting. Your face looks ugly when you do that."

"But, you'd still love me if I was ugly, right?" You teased them. Even if they got on your nerves, they were family and you always found yourself gravitating towards them for warm hugs. You fluttered your eyelashes as Jihyo looked at you with a deadpanned expression.

"You're family," your aunt Seulgi spoke this time. She sprinkled some cat whiskers into the potion, causing a puff of blue smoke to rise. Waving her hands around to clear the air, she smiled at you sarcastically. "We have no choice - we're stuck with you." Your aunt Jisoo just giggled and stirred the cauldron.

"We can take her off your hands," two voices echoed. The four of you turned to see two boys standing in suits behind you. They slowly walked towards you with sinister eyes. "Im Jaebum really wants your little Y/N."

"Im Jaebum?" Jihyo stuttered out. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer. You watched as the two boys trailing closer and closer to you and your aunts. Screaming, Seulgi tipped the cauldron over, spilling it onto the boys. Whistling, your broom flew into your hands as you and your aunts made your way out of the house after making sure the potion made the boys stick to the floor.

"Why were those guys after Y/N?" Jisoo asked as she flew beside you. Your purple-haired aunt sent you a soft smile that comforted you better than a hug ever could. You were soaring in the air but, somehow, you'd never felt safer.

"Im Jaebum sent them," Seulgi spoke. Her orange hair flew behind her, almost creating a halo around her worried face. "So, it can't be anything good."

"Who is that?" You asked as you messed with the hat on your head. You could see Jihyo shake her head and you had the feeling she was rolling her eyes.

"Im Jaebum is trouble," Jihyo muttered darkly. You could barely hear her over the wind but you could still feel the annoyance that seemed to be leaking from her. "And now we're in the middle of it because of you. Thanks, brat." Jisoo and Seulgi just glared lightly at you as you rolled your eyes. As if it was your fault - you didn't even know this oh so dangerous guy.

"This cabin looks nice," Sungjin mused as he floated through a wall. Jae and Wonpil hummed behind him as Jungkook panted, struggling to carry their mounds of luggage. "Oh, it's not empty enough." The four ghosts looked to see a couple staring a them, terrified. Wonpil grinned and chased after them until the cabin was empty.

"Thanks for the room!" Jae shouted before jumping onto an empty bed. "Oi, muscle pig, unpack our bags!"

"We need to blend in," Jihyo muttered as she looked around at the place they'd landed. It was preppy, happy, and the complete opposite of any witch - perfect for hiding. "Remember, no magic! If Jaebum is after Y/N then it's better that we use as little magic as possible."

You sighed and trailed behind your aunts as they persuaded the clerk to let you have a cabin. You would try to stop them from harassing the other visitors but, you knew it would never work. Once outside and away from any normal persons' eye, the four of you quickly changed your outfits with the twirl of a wand. You were happy with your overalls and sweater, ignoring the scoffs from your aunts as you happily trailed behind them.

"Hey, are you new here?" A voice asked. You turned to see a boy grinning at you, a certain aura of smugness surrounded him. "I'm Seungkwan. You should already know that, though."

"I'm Y/N," you spoke back. You smiled lightly at the cute boy, ignoring the glares from your aunts. You conversed with Seungkwan a little longer before you waved goodbye. You knew you needed to distance yourself or your aunts' mischievous ways would drive away a new friend.

"A little re-decorating wouldn't hurt, right?" Jihyo pouted as she looked at the floral wallpaper. Your aunts just looked at each other with grins before pointing their fingers to the right, left, then back wall. Now, you suddenly felt at home with all of the cobwebs and brick walls.

"Wait!" Seulgi suddenly stopped. She grabbed you and Jisoo as you all piled onto the bed in silence. You sat up slowly as you absentmindedly ran a hand through your hair. "Okay, I think we're good. No more big magic - Jaebum's probably tracking us, remember?"

"If we can't use magic, then neither can Y/N!" Jisoo whined as she pointed to you. You gasped dramatically and clutched your wand to your chest. You couldn't let them take your wand - you just couldn't! "Nope! Hand over the wand, brat." Huffing out a breath of anger, you slammed your wand onto the bed.

"Alright," Jihyo sighed. She was now standing in front of the window, peeking out a bit. Turning to you, she had her hands on her hips and a defiant look in her eyes. "We should go see if Jaebum sent out anymore of his men after us. Just to be safe. Y/N, you stay here." They left without another word, leaving you in a cabin of silence. You looked out of your window with a sigh, finding yourself clutching your wand again as your mind drifted.

"We have food!" Jae cheered as Jungkook walked behind him, struggling to carry the heavy tray. Sungjin and Wonpil grinned in delight at the sight of all of the food. Jungkook could almost hear his dead stomach growling in hunger. "Get us some napkins, would you, bunny?" Turning obediently, Jungkook went to grab napkins as he heard the others scarf the food down.

"What?" Jungkook whispered as he looked at the now empty table. Wonpil was licking his fingers as Jae patted his tummy in satisfaction. "Why do you always do this?"

"Do what?" Wonpil taunted Jungkook. The three men looked at Jungkook with a gaze that always made his words falter. "What do you have to say, bunny boy?" Jungkook stuttered before shaking his head, deciding not to stand up to his uncles. It wouldn't really matter, anyways.

Your eyes found the window again, trailing until they found Seungkwan once more. You smiled lightly as you followed him to the arcade, craving comfort. You rehearsed what you would say in your head - you just needed someone to talk to. Taking in a deep breath of courage, you tapped Seungkwan on the shoulder.

"Dammit! Thanks for messing me up- oh, hey!" Seungkwan greeted. His gaze went to the game beside you as he pushed the player away, taking the game for himself. You tried and tried to get the boy to listen to you but, he just wouldn't. The only acknowledgment you received was a roll of his eyes as he gently bumped you farther away from him. "I can't really talk now. Gotta get this high score- oh, watch out!"

"What a jerk," you mumbled to yourself. Smirking, you made sure no one was watching you as you twirled your finger towards his game. The chord sizzled before it steamed out, crashing the game completely. You heard Seungkwan's groan of annoyance as you found yourself walking to an abandoned barn. "I just wanted someone to talk to, is that really so much to ask?"

"Apparently so," a voice answered you back. You looked to see a boy swinging his legs on the ceiling beams of the barn. Your eyes widened immensely as you saw how faded his figure actually was. "That's all I've wanted and no one's ever spoken to me."

"A ghost!" You shrieked. Out of habit, you grabbed your wand and found yourself in your original witchy outfit - pointy hat and all. "I'm warning you - stay away from me! I have a wand and I know how to use it!"

"A witch!" Jungkook yelled as he backed away from you. You found yourselves at opposite ends of the barn, hiding from each other. You began to wonder why Jungkook was afraid of you - surely ghosts were much more frightening than witches. Little did you know, he was thinking the same thing.

"Are you really a witch?" Jungkook meekly asked from his hiding spot. You almost smiled at how soft and quiet his voice was but, you didn't let your guard down.

"Obviously," you scoffed, pointing your wand to your hat. You didn't know if you should be offended or complimented by his question. "So what?"

"I didn't think witches could be so cute," Jungkook thought he mumbled to himself. His pale cheeks seemed to blossom pink as he caught your smile, knowing you'd heard him.

"I guess you're pretty cute, too," you mused. Your lips were pursed as you looked at your wand shyly - if only your aunts could see you now! "You know, for a ghost."

"Why aren't you running away?" Jungkook asked sadly. You slowly stood up as he spoke, noticing he was doing the same. "I mean, ghosts are mean and scary. At least, they usually are. I try to be nice but everyone runs away."

"Well," you began as you walked to the center of the barn. Jungkook met you halfway and soon, you were standing a little too close to the ghost boy. "I guess witches are supposed to be scary, too. But, you're still here. I was always told we shouldn't be friends..." you found yourself trailing off, lost in thought. "We could be friends, right?"

"Of course!" Jungkook grinned. His first friend - and a witch, nonetheless. He was just happy he finally found someone to talk to. "I'm Jungkook."

"Y/N," you smiled back at the ghost boy. His hands were cold - as expected - but you felt warm on the inside and you didn't want to let go. Jungkook felt the same way as your warm hands heated his own hands up in ways he didn't know was possible. "Do you have any ghost-y powers?"

"Watch this," Jungkook kept the grin on his face. He puffed his cheeks, and soon, his entire body looked like a blown-up balloon. Hearing your laugh, Jungkook could feel his cheeks heat up, giving his pale skin a light pink hue. Slowly, his body deflated and he sat on a bench across from you once more. "What witch-y things can you do?"

"Hm," you thought to yourself. You didn't want to do anything too much as you knew this Jaebum guy was still after you. But, you still wanted to impress your new friend. Looking down at the hay, you knew what to do. You tied a few pieces together until the hay looked like a little stick person. Pointing your finger at it, the little hay-stick-person began to dance. Jungkook let out a little giggle as he watched the little hay-man break-dance. Your eyes stayed on the ghost boy, face flushing at the sight of his cute smile.

"My uncles were really wrong about witches," Jungkook mused. Looking at you, he couldn't believe the things they'd said about your kind. "Then again, they only like to terrorize and haunt people."

"My aunts are the same way," you sighed. Jungkook moved to sit beside you, feeling the warmth from your body heat. He blushed again. "They ignore me and blame any little thing on me."

"I guess we're more alike than we thought," Jungkook pouted. He looked around the barn while the two of you sat in silence. Turning to you, Jungkook's eyes lit up with a thought. "Let's do something fun!"

"I'm not really supposed to be outside of the cabin," you bit your lip. Seeing Jungkook's slight puppy eyes, you shrugged. Snapping your fingers, you turned your outfit back into your overalls and sweater. "Let's go!"

For the rest of the day, you had fun with Jungkook. Sometimes he appeared more human-like and sometimes he disappeared altogether. You roller skated, flew kites, and played at the arcade wile he was invisible. When he made his figure show up more, you took pictures in a photo-booth, played putt-putt and played at the arcade. Your cheeks ached from smiling and Jungkook never knew he could laugh as hard as he had. As Jungkook floated in the air, you whistled for your broom and joined him in the sky.

"Hey Jungkook," you spoke as you sat beside the ghost boy on a bench. He looked at you with a soft smile. "We're friends, right? I mean, I've never had a friend before because my aunt's always run them off. And, we're supposed to hate each other. But, today was really fun and I feel like I finally have a best friend."

"Of course we're friends!" Jungkook exclaimed. The happiness in his eyes really made them sparkle and you could feel your heart speed up a little. "My uncles never really let anyone close enough for me to be friends with them. And here you are, a witch, and you've shown me a kindness I've never experienced. I'd say you're my best friend, Y/N."

"But, our families would never allow us to be friends," you pouted. Jungkook sighed before he looked up at you with a gleam in his eye. "Unless you have an idea. What exactly are you thinking, ghost boy?"

And that's how you found yourself at the poolside, glaring at your aunts as they relaxed. Seulgi was humming along to the music playing on her phone as Jihyo read from her book. You plopped down on Jisoo's lap, grinning at the three of them innocently.

"What are you doing out of the cabin?" Seulgi sneered. Jihyo looked up at you with a glare as Jisoo continued to sleep with you on her lap. Silently, you handed them a flyer for a dance that was being held tonight. Jihyo took it with a frown but you could still see the curious gaze she held. Seulgi looked at it over Jihyo's shoulder with interested eyes. "A dance?"

"Mhm," you nodded. You kept up your innocent act as your two aunt's peered at you suspiciously. You shrugged nonchalantly and picked at your fingernails. "Could be some cute boys there."

"Boys?" Jisoo asked as she sprang up. She almost hit your head, but you quickly stopped her from doing so. Jisoo looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. "Hey, you, get back to the cabin! We're hiding, remember?" Without another word, you stood up to leave your aunt's to look at the dance flyer.

"Watch it!" a voice complained as you bumped into someone. Looking up, you saw the almost familiar face of Seungkwan. You scowled as you remembered how he acted in the arcade. "Oh, hey, babe!"

"Don't 'babe' me," you grumbled. You tried to go past him but he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer. "Let go!"

"If you keep that attitude, I won't take you to the dance tonight," Seungkwan frowned almost mockingly. You didn't hide it as you rolled your eyes.

"I don't want to go to the dance with you," you argued. You jerked your hand away from him quickly, causing him to stumble a little. "I'm going with someone else. And he's cuter than you. Pale, black hair and a cute smile - what else could I ask for?"

"You're going to the dance with me!" Seungkwan yelled. He grabbed your arm again, trying to pull you close. Jerking your wrist from his grasp, you pointed at an abandoned pool noodle. As Seungkwan stumbled back again from you slightly pushing him away, he tripped over the pool noodle. You only smiled as the boy fell into the pool. He re-surfaced and looked at your retreating with a glare. "You brat!"

In his own cabin, Jungkook was convincing his uncles to go to the dance. Mentioning they'd need a 'meat suit' - possessing human's bodies - the three men shrugged. All it took was mentioning someone had one-upped them at possession, they immediately went to work. Jae, Wonpil, and Sungjin soon took possession of three handsome men who looked eerily close to the ghost forms. Jungkook smirked in satisfaction as he went to find you.

"This isn't working," you said as you hid behind a plant with Jungkook. You two were now at the dance and your aunts and his uncles couldn't be further apart. Looking at Jungkook, you nodded at each other as a silent way to start your plan. Jungkook vanished before he floated his way to the spotlight, shining it on your aunts. You pointed at the music the composer was looking at, switching it to a slow song. Just in time, too, as Jungkook's uncles grabbed your aunts hands and began to dance.

"This is kind of gross to watch," Jungkook muttered as he re-appeared beside you. You couldn't help but agree as you watch Jisoo and Wonpil rub their cheeks together. Jihyo and Sungjin seemed to be in a battle of dominance as Seulgi and Jae were giggling together. "Maybe they're getting along too well. Come on, let's get out of here."

You found your hand clasped in Jungkook's as he lead you to a gazebo. The music could still be heard from inside and the fairy lights that were wrapped around it made the whole thing look like a fairy tale. Jungkook smiled at you shyly, dropping your hand to snap is fingers. His regular outfit was switched to a tuxedo and the way he looked made a blush form on your cheeks. You waved your pointer finger, changing into a formal outfit as well.

"You look really beautiful," Jungkook spoke shyly. You grinned at the black haired boy, taking the hand he held out to you. Jungkook placed his hand around your waist, holding the other in his left hand. Your arm rested across his shoulder as you smiled at each other.

"I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I have with you," you admitted as you twirled in a circle. Jungkook grinned shyly at you as he nodded.

"So this is who you rejected me for?" Seungkwan exclaimed. He rolled hid eyes at the boy in front of you. Seungkwan scoffed before walking away. "Have fun with your bunny boy!"

"Who was that?" Jungkook asked sadly. He realized how many people might actually be attracted to you. "Sounds like you know him."

"He's just a jerk with an inflated ego," you shrugged. You slowly wound both arms around Jungkook's shoulders as you were pulled closer to him. Jungkook's arms wrapped around your waist as you were now centimeters apart.

"Hey, Y/N?" Jungkook asked softly. His nose rested against yours and you could feel every breath he took. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, but before he could lean in, the music began to pick up. A commotion was heard and you looked at the ghost boy with wide eyes. You both quickly changed clothes as you raced inside.

"They're losing control!" Jungkook whispered as he watched his uncles twitch. Your aunts followed them outside and soon, you and Jungkook trailed behind them. "Oh, no."

"Ghosts!" Your aunts yelled as their true forms were revealed. Their 'meat-suits' ran away as your aunts clicked their fingers. Seulgi and Jisoo glared as their witch outfits returned. Jihyo looked at the men and growled, happily sporting her pointed hat.

"Witches!" Jungkook's uncles exclaimed. They returned your aunts glares as you and Jungkook raced into the scene.

"We can explain!" You and Jungkook said together. The six turned their glares to the two of you. You meekly smiled while Jungkook sheepishly rubbed his neck.

"Have you been hanging around this corpse-less thing, Y/N?" Jihyo asked. Having her glare set on you really caused chills to go down your spine.

"Really, Jungkook? You've been with this wart-infused fleshy?" Sungjin chided his nephew.

"We're friends!" Jungkook argued. His uncles rolled his eyes as your aunts scoffed. "We are!"

You watched as they teased each other. You and Jungkook face-palmed at how immature they could really be. Jihyo then bluffed, casting a fake spell that scared Jungkook's uncles. Jungkook nodded to the left before he vanished from sight.

"What were you thinking?" Seulgi exclaimed. Her hands were raised in the air with a fury you didn't want pointed at you. "Ghosts? Really, Y/N?!"

"We need to move again," Jisoo suggested. Jihyo and Seulgi nodded in agreement. You whined in protest, shaking your head.

"But I like it here!" You were desperate to stay with your new friend. "I like Jungkook and I don't want to leave him! He's my friend!"

"No way, brat," Jihyo disagreed. "Go back to the cabin, now."

You went to where you knew Jungkook was hiding. "Meet me in five minutes," you said as you left for the cabin. Five minutes later, you found yourselves back in the gazebo. You decided to tell Jungkook why you were hiding in the first place.

"This guy," you said pointing to your laptop. Jungkook sat beside you on one of the benches inside the gazebo, his shoulder brushing yours. "Is Im Jaebum. He's the most powerful warlock and he's after me. We have no idea why but we can't do anything big with our magic or he'll find us and destroy us."

"Destroy you?" Jungkook asked in disbelief. He had just gotten to know you - he didn't want to lose you already. "How would he do that?"

"Other than dropping a house on us," you shrugged. You typed a bit more, showing Jungkook what you'd found out. "It's this thing called the dark abyss. Whatever goes in, doesn't come out."

"He can't do that to you!" Jungkook argued. He was shocked that someone would actually want to do something bad to you.

"You can't tell anyone," you made Jungkook promise. "That's why we're here - my aunts and I. And that's why they can't fight with your uncles. If they come after us again, we'll have to leave."

"I'll do my best to keep them away," Jungkook spoke. "I'm not very good at standing up to them but, for you, I'll do what I can."

You and Jungkook parted ways then. You sighed and ruffled a hand through your hair, suddenly stressed by everything. Being with Jungkook made you forget for a while. But, with the threat of having to leave him, your world crashed down.

"Listen to me," Jungkook said defiantly as he stood in front of his uncles. They glared at the boy but he just returned the look, determined to help you. "You need to leave the witches alone."

"I disagree!" Jae fought. Wonpil nodded along with the blond, inching closer to Jungkook. "We should get them right now! We need to get them before they get us!"

"No!" Jungkook argued. He could only follow after them as they left to find your cabin. Jungkook sulked as they didn't listen to him yet again. He apologized in his head as he and his uncles popped in front of your aunts.

"What do we do?" You asked as Jungkook's uncles began to tantalize your aunts. Jungkook only watched helplessly as you grabbed your wand, pointing it at his uncles. "Leave them alone!"

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as a man flashed in front of you. You squeaked as you realized it was the man you'd been running from - Im Jaebum. He smirked at you with an evil gleam coating his dark eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Jaebum chuckled. He snapped his fingers and suddenly, all of the ghosts were wrapped in sheets and the witches were wrapped in ropes. "And time to say goodbye."

"Y/N, no!" Jungkook cried as a portal appeared behind you. You shrieked as gravity pulled against you and you started flying backwards. Whistling, your broom was between your legs as you tried to fight against it.

"This is the powerful Y/N?" Jaebum teased. He clicked his tongue as he watched you struggle. "And how are you more powerful than me?"

Jungkook found himself out of the trap he was held in. Quickly, he grabbed the end of Seulgi's rope and dived into the portal after you. He found you clinging to your broom with tears in your eyes. Without thinking, Jungkook wrapped the rope around your waist and his. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close. You both began tugging yourselves upwards, desperate to avoid the bottom of the abyss.

Little did you know, Jungkook's uncles had fought themselves from their own traps. They sprang forward until Jaebum himself fell into the portal. On instinct, Jaebum's hands clapped, causing the door to the portal to begin to close. Jungkook's uncles leaped forward, keeping the portal door open as your aunts pulled you and Jungkook up. You both collapsed to the floor just as the portal fully closed, leaving Im Jaebum in the depths.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked you softly. He brushed some hair from your forehead as you nodded, sighing in relief. You kissed Jungkook's cheek before you were whisked away by your aunts as they cooed over you.

"Our Y/N is the strongest!"

"I can't believe he was after you!"

"I'm so glad our little brat is safe!"

You just smiled at your aunts as they hugged you tightly. You looked behind you to see Jungkook in the same situation. His head turned and, when he met your eyes, he just grinned widely. You cleared your throat as you stood in front of Jungkook's uncles with your aunts behind you. You walked to Jungkook and intertwined your hand in his.

"Thank you," Jihyo spoke. She looked down and twirled her hair, pursing her lips. You knew how much she hated thanking the ghosts. "For saving Y/N."

"You're welcome," Sungjin said in the same tone. He puffed out his cheeks, glaring at Jungkook's teasing grin. "Being on the side of witches is actually kind of fun."

"Let's go on another vacation," Jungkook whispered in your ear. Your aunts were busying themselves with packing and Jungkook's uncles were doing the same. Now that Jaebum was out of the picture, you could all go home. "Just you and me."

You grinned at Jungkook before kissing his cheek. His pale skin began to glow pink, making your smile wider. Snapping your fingers, you changed out of your witch-y outfit. "Let's go!"

hello this was the second part to my lil halloween thing, i hope you liked it!

#jeon jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook au #bts imagines #bts au #bts halloween #My Imagines

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yong-yong-ma-boi · 7 years ago

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ghost!minhyuk [REQUESTED]

so this is for the mx supernatural au anon

i’m doing vampires and werewolves later on so imma do ghost!minhyuk

okay so

he has absolutely no idea why he died

or why he’s a ghost for that matter

so he’s just literally been living through the people who live in the apartment he’s haunting

and he gets really invested in their lives but they can never see him

he always just helps them out

like when he helps that one nerdy tenant with his games

that tenant always wins the game if he plays in the apartment

and like he also helped the art major who ALWAYS almost drinks paint water

but he has these weird habits that creeps out the tenants

like he always sings with them in the shower

and they always leave bc they’re scared of him

poor bby

he’s been haunting your new apartment for 15 years now

and like no one has lived there for longer than 3 months

apparently they can hear weird singing in the shower at like 3 am

and since you are vv broke and the apartment is vv cheap, you were like what the hell

and you could feel something was wrong with the house even as you were checking it out but

cHEAP APARTMENT how does one pass that opportunity up?

plus, you got this neighbor named wonho who’s hot and hella ripped

soooooo, you don’t really mind. moving on

so when you moved in nothing was weird

like in your first day everything was so ordinary that you thought the land owner was just messing with you

like, there’s no flickering lights? it doesn’t get chilly at all? the picture frames don’t really move?

but really, you just spoke too soon

bc like, as you were getting ready for bed at like 1am bc you gotta hella stuff to do

you had a lot of dramas you needed to watch ok

so when you were having your shower jamming to mcr

you suddenly hear someone singing along with you

and it sounds good and you don’t really mind it until you realize that your neighbor wonho went out and there’s no one living on your other side bc your apartment is at the end of the hallway

and like the voice is male

and the floor below you is an old woman. the one above you is a college student who’s also a girl

so who are you having a duet with?

and your mildly creeped out bc holy shit is there a ghost in your apartment?

and we all know the answer is yes

so you try to calm your shaking hands and trying your hardest to pray bc that’s what your friend changkyun does when he’s gonna eat, when he’s scared, when he’s gonna study, when he’s going to cook bc he can’t cook for shit

your surprised by the ghost saying ‘you have an awesome music taste’

and you almost scream (keyword: ALMOST)

but then minhyuk covers your mouth and reveals himself

like ‘surprise? please don’t scream, halmeoni is sleeping downstairs.’

and you don’t scream because somehow this ghost? seems? really? nice? and also rlly attractive

and so he’s like ‘my name is minhyuk. im a ghost’

you: no shit sherlock.

but yeah

him: wait. you can see me?

you: dude. why would you talk to me in the first place? if you didn’t think i saw you?

him: uh it was an experiment. the old tenants can only hear me, that’s why they get scared. but you can see me right?

and you’re like: yeah

him: omg! im not dreaming right? tell me this is a dream!

you: idk you tell me

and you literally had a whole conversation with minhyuk about how long he’s been a ghost and if he knew about the hot neighbor

and you only realize that you were nude when minhyuk pointed it out

which ends up with both of you guys blushing

so he leaves the bathroom to give you time to fix yourself and contemplate if you’re leaving or not

and he lowkey doesn’t want you to leave bc you’re the first person who actually saw him and held a conversation with him

and he even paces back and forth outside of the bathroom while you’re dressing

and when you get out he’s like ‘i understand if you want to leave the apar-’

but you cut him off with a ‘nah, you may be a ghost but you seem aight. plus the apartment is cheap’

and he sMILES

and you sort of feel like every problem you had just resolved itself on its own

and his smile is so beautiful you just?

you can’t help but smile back at him

and its a hell of a ride from then on

you gain an alarm clock and a radio oh and a friend

he always wakes you up on time,,,,,,, but that doesn’t mean he does it nicely

he literally screams in your ears until you get up from your bed

and he always sings you to sleep aWWWWW minhyuk sing me to sleep pls

and he also watches rom com movies/dramas with you and you don’t even have to ask, he always asks you first

and he also says these really corny pickup lines from time to time

but he mostly says puns

he even picks out your outfit bc he has good fashion sense

AND TAKES PICTURES OF YOUR OUTFIT FOR YOU

and it’s almost like you have a boyfriend

and honestly, you don’t really mind. in fact you actually like it you like him you mean

because minhyuk is there to cheer you up when you’re sad

he’s there to sort of cuddle you when you feel like shit

and he’s there to make fun of you so things are interesting

and tbh he rlly likes it too he rlly likes you too

loves it even lOVES YOU

this boi is a romantic and he loves that even if he is a ghost, he still has someone to take care of

and sometimes you take care of him too

like he doesn’t need to be taken care of a lot bc he’s not exactly alive but, well, you treat him like he is

and it warms his heart when you share your blanket with him

and when you cook for two people even if you’re the only one eating

but it makes him sad because he’s just a ghost

and whatever it is that’s going on between the two of you, will never be real

because you’re human, and he feels bad that you’re stuck with him

so he comes up with a brilliant plan

and its shitty, but he thinks it’s for the best

!!!!!he sets you up with your neighbor wonho!!!!!

you don’t notice at first

like he secretly puts your mail with wonho’s so you’d interact

and you think its! just! a! coincidence!

so you start talking to wonho more and more

and it makes minhyuk jealous and sad at the same time

but he tells himself that you deserve better than some ghost

you even go on a date with wonho

but tbh, you just couldn’t feel anything with wonho

and even if you were out with wonho, it was like your heart and mind were somewhere else

all you could think of was, what was minhyuk doing? what would we talk about, if he was on this date with me?

and it dawns on you that you actually like minhyuk

so you apologize to wonho bc you really have to leave and you’re really sorry that you couldn’t make this work its just that your heart is already with someone else

and he just smiles and tells you to hurry up and tell the person you like

and you run home to find minhyuk crying to himself on your bed bc you’re together with wonho now

you can never be with him

and it breaks your heart

so you run to him and hug him with all your might and tell him you love him

and he just stares at you with tears running down his beautiful face

and you kiss each of them away while holding him by his cheeks

and you say: i love you minhyuk. i don’t care if you’re a ghost. I.LOVE.YOU.

and he doesn’t say anything. he just kisses you

and you’re surprised bc, what

why can you feel his lips on yours? and they feel rlly good

and you open your eyes and wonho is in your room and you and minhyuk start screaming like crazy because

HOW THE FRICK FRACK DID WONHO GET HERE?

long story short apparently minhyuk was cursed by some jealous ass witch who thought minhyuk was seducing his love

but minhyuk didn’t it was some other minhyuk lbr there are a shitton of minhyuks

that witch just got his facts wrong

and wonho is the witch friend of the witch who cursed our poor bby minmin and added loopholes just so the curse would one day be lifted

and the curse is someone should say that they love you even if you’re a ghost

this basically turned into beauty and the ghost

but whatever

you live happily ever after with minhyuk, that’s all that matters

#minhyuk scenario #monsta x minhyuk scenario #lee minhyuk au #minmoongi #monsta x scenarios #monsta x au scenarios #lee minhyuk fluff #monsta x fluff #minhyuk as a ghost #sunahime

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thiccandmentallysicc · 7 years ago

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Get to know me:

Tagged by talented/total babe @offansandflames ♡

Rules: answer 92 83 statements (i skipped some boring ones srry), tag whomever you please.

THE LAST. 1. Drink: pabst blue ribbon, yes im white trash 2. Phone call: mom 3. Text message: my bestfriend 4. Song you listened to: keaton henson, to your health 5. Time you cried: erm a lil yesterday but like deep convo tears

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice?: a relit ciggarette never tastes the same 7. Kissed someone and regretted it?: Not enough to recall at the moment. 8. Been cheated on?: I haven’t taken many partners, so to my knowledge, no? 9. Lost someone special?: Yes 10: Been depressed: :,) 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: my life from 15-19 tbh, not in the party, neurotypical fashion more along the Wtf Pls exPlain type way or for shits n giggles

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14. Baby pink and blue, black.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends?:Yes if online counts? Very beautiful and enchanting spirits who i already love 16. Fallen out of love?: never do if its real, cuz im a romantic//also think u always care a little for those you really loved 17. Laughed until you cried?: yesterday actually like rllllly good because my girl dropped her entire jug of wine right before opening it. The universe flicked us off dirty. 18. Found out someone was talking about you?: Yeah, some good, some bad, some wild. Idk. 19. Met someone who changed you?: Yes some beautifully, made me fonder, some not so lovely but thats ok (try to make it ok) 20. Found out who your friends are?: I have fucking one bestfriend who i hold to that certain standard shes my lover/ soul mate and weve been through a fucking ride n shes still my number one. If others let me down i find ways to make it bittersweet. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list?: yus GENERAL 22. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life?: Idk some r family and people from all the schools i went to. I dont care for facebook much. 23. Do you have any pets?: one black, perfect cat with lil rays of auburn going down her back, i named her clementine. Also 4 dumb n rlly cute dogs live with me. I like one a lot, Luna, shes my princess. (Yes i admit favorites idgaf/ she also knows she’s my fav n takes advantage) 24. Do you want to change your name?: mydad originally wanted to name me Xena (after xena princess warrior) whom i developed an intense crush on later. 25. What did you do for you last birthday?: yo lol i dont know i turned 22 i just had drinks and smoked with my bestfriend 26. What time did you wake up?: didnt check, i usually wake up multiple times n go back to sleep If i can 27. What were you doing midnight last night?: either in my gfs car or just getting home 28. Name something you can’t wait for?: my classes to start again, mini roadtrip to Gainesville and maybe being able to see my little cousin soon. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom?: lik e 2 seconds ago. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life?: sjdufjekwns 31. What are you listening to right now?: Keaton Henson 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: lol nah not that i remember 33. Something that’s getting on your nerves?: the state of the Union, how 2 get my smol dogs to stop barking, why do ppl have to live w abusers and when will my witch powers allow me to cast them off into The Void, my general discomfort n lack of motivation. To casually name a few ,, 34. Most visited website?: ao3, Tumblr RANDOM SHIT: 35. Mole/s?: lol?? Moles can b cute, i have a few. 36. Mark/s?: plenty, one in particular tho i have on my upper forehead not like harry potter sttle unfortunately, its all hidden near my scalp 37. Childhood dream?: i always wanted to do something that would let me swim with humpback whales in natural habitat ofcourse or track the lives n rituals of wolves and then i was like mayb ill just be aschool counsler, all of which i still kinda wana do. 38. Hair color?: blonde 39. Long or Short hair?: i have medium length hair but i like both 40. Do you have a crush on someone?: I literally always have a crush on someone, idk crushes to me means you make me happy and blushy and if you make me laugh, i crush. 41. What do you like about yourself?: i could say i like how i am when im with someone i love. N that some ppl are able to confide in me, id say my empathy but idk i can be a fuckface too. 42. Piercings?: tongue I got snakebites, industrial, bellybutton, reg ol ear piercings too. 43. Bloodtype?: i dont know o.O 44. Nickname?: cookie monster when i was younger, lali, lion, coocoomanga(my dad) renren, rin, my mom says lil shit endearingly and i got the habit. 45. Relationship status?: basically married 46. Zodiac sign?: Aries 47. Pronouns?: She/they 48. Favorite t.v show?: i binge and am not ashamed, supernatural, classic spongebob, south park, parks n rec, modern fam, a haunting, me and my mom watch ancient aliens 2gether , Steven Universe, Adventure Time, the fucking x files, malcolminthemiddle, etc, my animes as well are all shoved in here in my heart. Naruto/free/haikyuu/oourans host club/ HxH etc 49. Tattos: 5 and one on the way, matching one with my love 50. Right or left hand: Righty most def 51. Surgery?: luckily no 52. Hair dyed in different colors?: I maintain the blonde i had at like six, its naturally dirty brownish? At one point i dyed it platinum tho 53. Sport?: In my anime MORE GENERAL 54. I’m about to?: Finish some arts and crafts for some letters im making (: and then a smol walk 55. Waiting for?: some inspo, 56. Get married?: its not very important to me. But if my partner became passionate about it i would be rite there w em 57. Career?: I’m majoring in psychology/minor in education WHICH IS BETTER? 58. Hugs or kisses?: depends on who but I’m a sap for both 59. Lips or eyes?: Eyes, give me them soulful orbs 60. Shorter or taller?: no preference 61. Older or younger?: You can be a shithead at any age, so no preference. 62. Nice arms or nice stomach?: eh,, not sure to be honest. I love hands and forearms, so i suppose arms? 63. Sensitive or loud?: u gotta be both at least every now and then. Either extreme will be bothersome though 64. Hook up or relationship?: eh past experiences make hook ups generally uncomfortable n left me feeling ace/aceromantic for a good portion of my teen yrs but im not impartial 65. Troublemaker or hesitant: ive calmed down but im not hesitant unless my gut says so HAVE YOU EVER? 66. Kissed a stranger?: yes 67. Drank hard liquor?: yes 68. Lost glasses/contacts?: glasses, yes. 69. Turned someone down?: as a chick in miami ¿¿¿ of fucking course 70. Sex on the first date?: lol yes 71. Broken someone’s heart?: seems dramatic i dont feel like i have sincerely done that, just hurt them. 72. Had your heart broken?: In a way mostly by close friends / family 73. Been arrested?: when i was 15 for dumb shit like trespassing 74. Cried when someone died?: yes 75. Fallen for a friend?: i crush on all my friends because i love alot DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 76. Yourself?: Yes because Rock Lee would want me to 77. Miracles?: i think miracles are a byproduct of a fucking amazing universe. 78. Love at first sight?: i think of it as a magnetic pull n interest not love 79. Santa Clause?: i fucking love christmas, idgaf 80. Kiss on the first date?: yup OTHER 81. Current bestfriend?: @mariekankerr 7 years n countin babe 82. Eyecolor?: blue 83. Favorite Movie?: Lilo and Stitch, Pulp Fiction, The Iron Giant, A Fish Called Wanda, Murder By Death, Knights of the Round Table, mel brooks in general, The Changeling (bt like the oroginal one not w Angelina jolie it came out in like the 90s?) Spirited Away, Clue, Hot Chicks, A Bronx Tale I tag: @shamelesssasukestan @hotmessmuffin @narutoandsasukearecanon and i suck at this so just go for it and tag me so i can lurk on u

#lol long as hell son

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crown-eater · 8 years ago

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A maze of pain and insane fantasies

Over the course of the past week, ‘Choly had been making a genuine effort to start moving into Cecil’s apartment beyond simply leaving a few belongings here and there as he came and went. Things hadn’t quietened down on the Bell front, but his landlady had served him yet another "final notice” that felt more ominously terminal than the others that had come before it. So between acclimating to his metagenesis and running errands for Bell, Chalcedony, and the Tellurides, he had found himself doing his best to at least scavenge the important things.

Like the leg lamp.

The leg lamp caused a huge fuss, and it ended up in the garbage at least twice. Cecil hated the thing, but it was one of ‘Choly’s most cherished possessions, one of the few things he felt his mother’s hoarding habits had yielded to benefit. He had no idea why it existed, or what cultural significance it might have had, but it was his and he loved it. Ultimately the lovers had to agree to disagree, and the leg lamp moved around the apartment as Cecil repeatedly disowned it. ‘Choly always returned it to the side-table beside the daybed he’d taken for his own.

'Choly had a sizable collection of physical copy novels, including his most prized possessions Roadside Picnic and Crash, the former of which being a nearly verbot relic and thrill token, a tangible piece of Quarter history. But, the stack of roughly a dozen novels paled as child’s play compared to the walls of Cecil’s apartment so densely lined with bookshelves that he also used them as sectional dividers. Cecil had been spelunking to rescue books since childhood, and he cultivated two very different collections from the life’s work: one at the physical copies wing of the library, a good third of it his own additions, and a second at home. His private collection was comprised of books which catered to his own personal interests, including many books too damaged to donate or too controversial to air in public.

Unprecedented for ‘Choly was the experience of a good Wi-Fi signal in a private setting. Cecil had left ‘Choly to the task of unpacking a couple of boxes while Cecil went to work for the day, and once ‘Choly felt like he had gotten sufficient progress, he treated himself to Web surfing unabated.

The notification sound of his chat app startled him, and at first he was disgruntled because an unfamiliar username was messaging him.

9augen: hey you havent been posting very much lately

9augen: everything all right?

9augen: this is rev by the way

«There you are, you stupid ghoul,» he thought to himself. «So you went silent for over a month and came back with a new username. Clever.»

ketherphorbia: *i* haven’t been posting much lately?

ketherphorbia: welcome back to the land of the living

9augen: not quite

9augen: i was just wondering. isnt like you. didnt even make a journal post

9augen: usually you vent if somethings wrong?

ketherphorbia: you’re honestly the only person who’s noticed the radio silence, ironically

9augen: why wouldnt i notice? youre my favorite for reasons you know

ketherphorbia: ...i guess if i can dish to somebody, it’d be you

ketherphorbia: i, well

ketherphorbia: i did it. i tried it.

9augen is typing...

9augen: whatd you get your hands on???

ketherphorbia: the junk that’s making all the stalkers sick. fluxeldrin. turns out my assumptions were wrong. it’s not what made the supermarket geek

9augen: ...

9augen: the slag does it do to a dreg then

ketherphorbia: a lot of what it did really slagging sucks. i’ve mentioned my joint disorder before. all those symptoms are magnified to a fault. i...

ketherphorbia: i kinda literally fall apart now

ketherphorbia: on the plus side, it did make me a meta. a really shitty meta, but ME. a META.

9augen: magic fall apart powers sound incredibly useful to me

9augen: haha pics or it didnt happen

ketherphorbia: yeah i thought you were as hard over this as me, you dreg

ketherphorbia is sending a file DSC39082_100-3493.JPG.

ketherphorbia: it stretches pretty far actually

9augen: fuck--

9augen: shit--

ketherphorbia: did i break you? you should see tricks my dick can do now

9augen: i--

ketherphorbia: i really need to take pics of that, but i’ve been kind of nervous to post ‘em anywhere

9augen: slagging cocktease the fuck man. im at a finnegans

ketherphorbia: sorry

9augen: no you arent. one of the reasons i love you

ketherphorbia: yeah no you’re right. you know me too well

9augen: ive told you before i think youre cute right

ketherphorbia: slag, the skin thing makes it hard to disagree with you

9augen: i never sent you a pic of me did i

ketherphorbia is typing...

ketherphorbia: i’m taken, y’know, but no. you haven’t.

9augen: i know. youre a chouay nasty little creature now like youve always wanted. maybe not the next clayface. but you still have got this teratophilic dregs heart pounding hard tonight

ketherphorbia: ...i try

9augen: theres a reason i havent sent you a pic before, but the reason i was quiet for the past month makes things a little more comfortable. i used to be pretty selfconscious about photographs

ketherphorbia is typing...

ketherphorbia: i have no idea what you could even possibly be going on about. you trying to tell me something happened last month? are you going to tell me what happened or not

9augen: The vampire stuff isn’t an act anymore.

ketherphorbia is typing...

ketherphorbia has stopped typing.

ketherphorbia: WHAT

9augen is sending a file DSC92734_101-2245.JPG.

ketherphorbia cancelled the file transfer.

9augen: the slag did you do that for

ketherphorbia: vampires don’t show up in pictures

9augen is sending a file DSC92734_101-2245.JPG.

9augen: very funny bugdick

ketherphorbia: ...a hybrid...?

9augen: im more lamprey than anything else. but theres a lot of nuance to the cocktail. fine tuning

ketherphorbia: ...gives a whole new meaning to ‘body modification.’ how the slag did you even get that done last month? isn’t that stuff banned?

9augen is typing...

9augen: slag i hear somebody griping at the waitress about the smell of me. like some dead thing crawled out of the bay. shes probably going to kick me out. i should get going anyway

ketherphorbia: rude. you a wifi hopper too then?

9augen is typing...

9augen: parting thought for you though. i want my mouth all over every inch of that metahuman skin of yours. just imagine all the perfect lancet marks making lace out of you.

ketherphorbia: you show up in pictures. i really doubt i could keep you away just by not inviting you in.

9augen: im pretty sure they just called the cops. not the evening i was anticipating

9augen: i gotta get a bite to eat. later dreg

9augen: and would you really do something to keep me away? ;)

ketherphorbia is typing...

9augen is offline.

ketherphorbia: did you just--

‘Choly nearly flung the reader once his friend logged off without further answers. Had Rev just implied what it had sounded like? After a minute of trying to calm down, he opened the vampire’s selfie again and stared. He’d snapped that picture in the Finnegan’s. Time-stamp aside, ‘Choly could recognize the newsprint-plastered walls in the background--that was a frequent Wi-Fi lurk for him. The fact the two shared a stomping ground but had never initiated meeting in person haunted ‘Choly a bit. But now, his friend was a lot less inconspicuous.

He decided to make lunch instead of try to linger on the chaos that just thrust itself upon him. Hours later, he was checking his mail on his reader, and had gotten correspondence from a 9augen email. The following thread of emails were exchanged over the course of just over two months.

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To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Sorry to have cut out on you like that. —————————————

I suppose I do owe you an explanation, Kether. We’ve known each other long enough, and we trust enough enough. Yes, I did get the work done last month. Yes, that kind of work is verbot. Yes, I’m supposed to keep hush-hush about it until the coast is clear. But, I know I can trust you with the knowledge that the movement is still very much alive and kicking.

You like stories. How about some non-fiction for a change?

I didn’t know what to expect when I went to see him. Aside from what little understanding of splicing I had through news coverage, all I knew of it had been vampires in my coven who’d had the fortune--and I use that word in both senses--to have had work done while it was still legal, to become more like themselves and live as the creatures of the night they were in their souls.

There’s still a lot of under the table activity. Alleyways, clinics. People get work done however they can sneak it. One girl came into this one club a few months ago, even, said she’d traded a few sexual favors for the funds to get a splice that’d emulate albinism for her and would cut her teeth. She was having great difficulty keeping herself from feeding directly from the flesh afterward. They hadn’t used sterile equipment, and the last thing she wanted was to contaminate the coven or its donors. She became a pariah for her limitations after the coven learned of the blood disease. Requiring blood be drawn, rather than be capable of drawing it oneself, is weakness, and in one of us weakness is revolting. And she wasn’t strong enough to accumulate the funds to go about seeking a cure, to dig herself back out of her self-imposed grave.

I was so wary of botched jobs, of diseased implements, of cut dosages... Everything after the ban went into effect sounded too good to be true, that anyone might ever have the chance to get work done again by someone with both the credentials and accommodations to do it and do it well. A friend of a friend was in with one of the underground grafters, got us private referrals for a new project, at a cut rate due to it being a test procedure. None of us was given the same time. The location was a residential address, an apartment in the lower-mid of Union City. Nice, but still obviously it was an aging complex. A feathered girl greeted me and, after confirming I was alone, ushered me inside. Despite being a residential space, the whole place was set up like a laboratory. It was prodigious.

I went in with a lot of specific plans in mind. I told the grafter the things I wanted. Heavy on the bat serum. Wolf eyes. I had the money and the opportunity, and I was going to get exactly what I wanted out of it.

Turns out, I only thought I knew what I really wanted out of it.

Let me tell you. This Linnaeus is the most intimidating, persuasive, and completely dominating individual you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. He’s also probably the most brilliant. I couldn’t even begin to guess what species he’s got in him. In the month since, I’ve been told he specializes in splicing with extinct species. I would call bollocks on such a claim, but it sounds crazy enough to be one-hundred percent true.

After hearing the particulars of my desires, he thought a moment, paced. He pulled up a chair next to me and coolly asked me what vampire species I could name off the top of my head--besides the vampire bat. On the spot and overshadowed by his overwhelming aura, I could only stammer out something stupid, like mosquitoe or flea. I can’t remember exactly what answer I gave him, but I clearly remember his trite, patient laugh that came of it. At that point, he pulled out a graphics reader and tried to pitch to me an entirely different angle. I can only guess that an artist can draw so many of a thing before becoming tired of repetition, regardless of it being a commission. And I am starting to believe that the species I desired for the work simply didn’t push the envelope enough to fit the bill of his particular... project.

This was so much more than just getting the features of bat and wolf. This was about becoming myself. He’d deliberated the best way to give me what I’d be happiest with, and I had the impression he had the entire animal kingdom to sample from--within reason, of course, as he’s working within the shadows of the law. He told me briefly, without going into significant detail, that he was working on harnessing the strengths and idiosyncrasies of all life, going beyond the animal kingdom. It certainly sounds promising, whatever he means.

Ultimately, we came to the agreement that my splicing job would use the pacific lamprey as its base, but that I would get the vampire bat ears I’d sought coming to see him. The underlying work is complex, but everything is so finely tuned to enhance everything else. Cave salamander, and a strange anemone-like creature called a tunicate. Did you know the cave salamander has cultural roots with the Roma? The gills along my neck are mostly superficial, and the lungs don’t do much either--all that’s in my skin now. The nasal structure has a bit of a sonar thing to it, from both the salamander and lamprey; every smell is intense now. Slag, my mouth is filled with teeth now, cheeks ringed with lancets. Linnaeus tells me the tunicate helps with bloodborne pathogens. I later found it also helps with whatever I get exposed to in the bay.

Doesn’t help with the smell, though.

I’m glad that I could reach out to you, and keep correspondence with you. It’s taken a lot to get used to being aquatic, but I regret absolutely nothing that I’ve left behind. Living near the docks has been a slagged blessing. Perfect hunting grounds, and nobody bothers me so long as I stay off shore. I think you’d love hearing about the weird shit I find at the bottom of the bay. Believe it or not, it’s good money. Pawn shops hardly ever have the nerve to question where I got waterlogged goods. Not that it’s smart to question me. With this lean, cartilaginous skeleton, the splicing also yielded me significant height gain, mostly in my torso. The lengthening of my body was necessary to accommodate swimming muscles, but I slouch horribly so it’s hardly obvious just how tall I stand until I straighten up.

I so enjoy the shock value of doing that. Norms haven’t seen the likes of this nascent wave of chimeric hybrids, so I must be some kind of unholy cryptid to them. As though I’d continue unfolding in other ways were they to truly rile me. Admittedly, I do. ...But it’s rare to get a glimpse of the inside of my mouth.

I would love to meet you in person finally sometime. Get acquainted with one another’s new-found inhumanities. Get to play with that skin of yours. Show each other in person what the other’s body’s limits are. Maybe include your boyfriend in fooling around, if he’d be interested. I promise I won’t eat you, either of you, except perhaps in the most platonic sense. I cherish you too much.

Though really, I must admit, the hardest thing about adjusting to this wonderful luck of mine was finding a waterproof reader. Not that I get good Wi-Fi reception in the better half of the bay, nor that I’m able to recharge it without venturing onto land. I just don’t want to slag it up if I get it wet, you know?

This got meandering. I’m going to cut it off here, and leave everything open to discussion. It’s good to be back in touch with you. I wonder if, now that you’re what you write about, that you’ll write about yourself instead of just for yourself.

--Don’t be shy.

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To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Sorry to have cut out on you like that. —————————————

>I suppose I do... >You like storie... >I didn’t know w... >There’s still a... >I was so wary o... >I went in with ... >Turns out, I on... >Let me tell you... >After hearing t... >This was so muc... >Ultimately, we ... >Doesn’t help wi... >It’s taken a lo... >I so enjoy the ... >I would love to... >Though really, ... >This got meande... >--Don’t be shy.

I hope you understand how overwhelmed I am with all this.

I still don’t get how I didn’t pick up after all this time that you were in the vampire scene. That... kind of actually manages to make you even creepier than before. In a good way. I promise in a good way.

Understandable, then, I hope, just how jealous I am of you and what you have. This skin and bone deformity is nothing compared to having become an outright monster, complete with the appetites of one.

Slag it all, man.

You’ve got to tell me everything.

What was it like? To have the serum take effect? You must have been conscious.

Describe it to me.

Your semen must be very salty.

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>I hope you unde... >I still don’t g... >Understandable... >Slag it all, ma... >You’ve got to t... >What was it lik... >Describe it to ... >Your semen must...

Spouting off Ballard quotes at me. You must be a wreck...

Creepier than before? I suppose. You’ve always known my predilection for the classics. Fang and claw have always been a preference over tooth an nail.

What was it like? It was an utter entheogeny, my friend. Do you know what a grafting gun is like? To aid in the serum’s administration, it isn’t a single needle but six very fine-gauged needles, in a pneumatic hypodermic gun. In that medical implement, the approximation to vaccination is one which makes me smile to this day, chemicals which carried with them the proverbial antibodies which would make me capable of fighting off the plague of a chronic illness otherwise known to the public as “humanity.”

Linnaeus and his technician had before the procedure harnessed me like a modern Saint Andrew, the cross-like restraints having evolved thoroughly alongside the medicine which required them; their robotic cuffs could expand or contract, as could the distance of each of the hydraulic arcs of its aureole, which envelopd the entirety of the body of the device and acted as its structural integrity in the absence of a characteristic saltire structure.

He’d said that it had been difficult to replace this harness in particular after the ban, also said it had been necessary to be procured again. Implications lingered that the ban had bankrupted his agency, though there was something more to the specialty of this device. There had been incidents in the movement’s embryonic state, before he had implemented such measures as protective bondage.

He did not, however, go into further detail.

In deliberate irony or not, he went for the throat for the injection site. The serum itself felt much like a typical intravenous application, well-chilled and somewhat astringent. Heavy in the veins. Its seeming effervescence was not from gases, but of its heterogeneous components under high pressure. The syringe hisses pneumatically when it fires its contents into you One would suppose that someone with an aversion to needles would panic at hearing that sound in the sense of an injection; though, panic might be too considerate a word. Especially inches from one’s ear.

If he had not been referencing a phobia of needles in his practical necessity for the ring-like restraint system, however, it was the resultant agony of a teenage growth spurt, magnified across the span of the boughs of species, and sped up within a frame observable to the naked eye. It was as though I’d never truly experienced the metamorphosis to the adulthood I’d been meant to undertake. As a normal human being acclimates to his changing body, he might have his shins ache, or be inexplicably hungry, or suffer from bouts of hormone swings. All these things are exponentially worse when your cells are shifting between species, and trying to settle comfortably somewhere in between.

I never realized just what kind of masochist I was until that night.

Bone became cartilage. Skin became mucous membrane. Entire organs restructured themselves. There were entire minutes I could not breathe. My jaws dissolved, for the most part; simultaneously, the total surface of my expanding mouth sprouted dozens of rings of razor-sharp thorns. Nearly three times the vertebrae now comprise my spine. I was suffocating, and I was starving.

The metamorphosis extorts a great energy from a hybrid.

The feathered woman was the one to release me from the cross, whispering forth pedantic blandishments as I sank to rest on all fours. As I glared up at her, the extension of my external gills must have seemed more a threat display than a cry for oxygen. My head swam, but all of me needed to. I was too dizzy to take in anything either of them said, though I clearly recall the doctor finding some distinct pleasure and pride in how completely the serum had taken. “You’ll learn to breathe again,” I remember him admiring as the two of them permitted me at last to shove myself out the door and down the street.

I was fortunate that their secret clinic was so low in the city’s bowels, so close to the river. I didn’t care then how rank the water was, how I knew in my heart even just a fraction of the stuff might kill me. Water. I needed water. I don’t remember how I ended up at the dock, or how I ended up in the bay. I imagine I mostly flopped by inertia. The salt only stung for a moment, as it caught me off-guard; but then, as my faculties began to seep back into me, I could tell that the saline levels were facilitating my ability to breathe and take in the water.

So I was a saltwater fish now? I remember asking myself. It’s a good thing I’m a Jersey devil, then, I guess. I remember the insistent hunger, too, and that even then, my veins burned violently, especially those in my skull.

You know me well enough to know what state in which that experience left me. You also know me well enough to take pride in knowing this is an erotic work crafted for ketherphorbia, written for your own eyes only.

I suppose it’s not entirely out of line for me to return the favor, and ask you to describe your metagenesis.

A celebration. A coronation of wounds inflicted against the iniquity of manhood.

We’re both creatures now. More alike than either of us thought previous. Am I right?

I want to see more of you.

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There are no words to convey just how arousing that sounds. I guess the best compliment I can give is to divulge the mighty fine time I’ve had rereading that last email. I can only imagine how the fuck the man knew how bad your autoerotic asphyxia was. Maybe he noticed the rope-like bruising on your neck... I’ll get off your case, but I won’t stop getting off on your case. :)

You want to know how it went? The story’s one testament after another of my own clumsiness and stupidity. It started with a date with Cecil at the coffee shop on Garden Center. The woman spearheading Tri-City’s EPA presence had decided that same shop would be where she would unwind after the day she’d been having, and a point of conversation with Cecil resulted in her burning ears shouldering in to both drop information and grab some of her own from us. One thing led to another, and I ended up with enough information to suggest not just where the Supermarket Geek had taken his spill, but what it had been he spilled in.

I vacillate whether I have hindsight not to have researched my facts further before acting upon them. But it was enough for me, that the conversation had yielded an unprecedented factoid, to the point that said information spurred a particular writing session.

I don’t know if you read the “Quarter Oysters” wip I threw up on my blog a while back. I’ve written more recent things, but there are a number of reasons I can’t share them. Really, though. I don’t know. Maybe I can share them with you. You’ve already made me an accomplice to slag all of verbot shit. Turnabout’s fair play...

Any rate... After writing “Quarter Oysters,” I snuck out of the house and broke into the dump site I’d had described to me. The place was littered with toxic waste drums. In several spots, they were stacked up over a story high. I’d never seen such a thing be so organized as this. Many of them were leaking to spite their order. Some of them even glowed. There were two guards stationed, and I managed to duck them once; they’d almost found me the first time because I’d slipped and thrown out my knee, but I chewed on the shoulder of my shirt and reset it while in hiding. I found a drum of Fluxeldrin cordoned off by tape, and I had my tippling cane with me, so I had a vial to sample of it. I’d have taken more than one, since the cane contained four, but I already heard them coming for me, and I couldn’t hide fast enough. So, I only took the one and hastily reassembled my cane, rather than risk getting caught actively stealing it. They threw me out of the Yard, but they thought I’d just been a snooping idiot cripple. For once my youthful look and decrepit demeanor benefited me. They had no idea I’d smuggled my prize.

I shambled down the street and found myself a safe place where I could mull things over in private. The place was run down, even for a half-completed apartment complex. I’m not even joking, it was creepy as hell. Someone had been living there, I’m sure of it, and from what I saw in the rotting pressboard cabinets, I’m sure they were cooking drugs or bombs or something. There was even a nasty spring-box mattress there. And a bathtub, but not attached to anything. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the kind that installs into where the floor and wall meet when it’s just a free-floating hunk of fiberglass, but they are unsettling as hell when they’re not installed.

My reader was going dead because I’d used it as a flashlight while retrieving my prize, so I couldn’t really research after the fact. I knew Cecil would freak if he found me in possession of the stuff, so I had to act on it then and there. I didn’t have enough to rub it into my skin and get even coverage, so I decided like an idiot I had to drink it for maximum effect. Fluxeldrin glows an aggressive lime green, is oily like antifreeze, and smells like rotten cut flowers but worse. The consistency of it made it cling to every surface of my innards that it came into contact with, and the smell and taste of it had me fighting all compulsion to regurgitate every last drop of it along with all my organs. I flung the vial after downing its contents, too caught up in the moment to realize the recklessness of it. Fighting the urge to vomit, hands on my mouth trying to keep my lips clenched tightly together, I ultimately collapsed on the mattress, not even caring about the grime.

When I awoke, there was blood on the mattress where my face had been, crusted up around my nose and mouth. I threw out the same knee again upon trying to stand--but this time, I threw it out as though the joint weren’t actually connected, and I spilled out on the cement floor. I really wish my reader hadn’t been dead by then, because I would kill right now for a photograph of something that can make me vomit. And I mean I puked to the bile, the way that the fall had disheveled my leg. Couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I managed to get it back together, and gather my belongings. Putting my cane back together, I barely managed to get to my date with Cecil for lunch the next day.

I bullshat some stupid excuse about having had to hit the yards early that morning for something time sensitive. The night before he’d suggested that he could get me a job working at the Central Library, and after lunch he dragged me up there to show me around. I was interested in doing all this, really I was... but it was so hard with all my joints feeling like every surface was over-oiled. With fifteen minutes to closing time, I ran into the Geek trying to use his library card for the first time. Meeting him, I can guarantee you he’s a stalker too. ...I made an idiot out of myself and really shook him up trying to get him to eat my finger splints. I’m still messed up over that.

But that doesn’t even get to the verbot shit. The stress of having slagged up first impressions with the Geek had me pretty literally falling apart. All the physical problems my joint disorder’s inured me to, that all’s magnified by what the Fluxeldrin did to me. Worse for wear, I ended up trying to get in with Dr. Bell before the All’s Well Clinic closed for the evening. I didn’t manage it. So, I did the logical thing and broke in through the back door with the intent to “borrow” some pain pills, and wait out the night to see him first thing in the morning. The first week I was like this was the most excruciating, man. This condition has the unprecedented ability to drive me to do just about anything to alleviate these systems, when they flare up. And breaking and entering a pharmaceutical storage wasn’t outside the realm of what felt acceptable in my present state that night...

I fell face-first into Bell’s racket. He’s the only doctor in the city with knowledge of the metahuman condition, and the only one whom I can reasonably see helping me cope with what the Fluxeldrin did to me--but it comes at with a high price tag. I know his deal, but he has that B&E hanging over me. If I don’t do exactly what he says, he’s got ways to make my life hell. And he’s got me running shopping errands for him for the truck he cooks for his projects. He’s the heart of the Quarter, I just know it.

I’m so torn on the right thing to do because my dick doesn’t want what’s taking place to ever stop. I guess I’m telling you not just that I trust you not to tell anybody, but that I want some input on what kind of person it makes me, to be going along with this madness to avoid the fallout of shaking the foundation everything’s tentatively scattered upon. I’m scared, Rev. For Bell’s victims, for me, for Cecil. For everybody who’s ever gotten sick in the Quarter.

This got really long-winded and meandered into a “from one friend to another” situation. So, to make it up to you, a quick and dirty recap:

I broke into a stalking yard and stole a flask of fluxeldrin. And drank it. I drank something that fluoresced neon lime green, smelled and tasted like rot, and felt like gasoline. Something I knew could kill me. Something I knew was banned in its industry of origin due to its health hazards. I drank that. And it made me the shittiest meta that will likely ever be.

It’d be nice to meet, but I’m not sure how that would even work. You said you’re a fish now, but you’d be a fish out of water... Even I know better than to go anywhere near the toxic soup that dares to call itself Hudson Bay...

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To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Sorry to have cut out on you like that. —————————————

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Delight is in the details. Oh, would I have never expected a short story written explicitly for mine eyes alone--let alone with such minutiae of gauche detail! Were it under suspicion of being fiction, I would think you a master for the unfortunate believability of your tale; that the course of events you’ve described can’t not have happened.

I’ve been around the coastline of the Quarter since my rebirth. The scent you described is very potent for this nose, these gills. If I were to hazard assumptions, I do believe the stuff has begun to seep into the water table, into the river. Of all the areas of the waterways around this city I can’t tolerate, it’s there, believe it or not. Something about it is fundamentally repulsive, and no matter what it is, I can’t shake what feels like an archetypal fear of it. So, for you to so casually narrate your deliberate pursuit of obtaining this Fluxeldrin business, and so flippantly have imbibed it... Well, I harbor a revolting admiration for you.

You do find yourself between a rock and a hard place, I imagine. Several. Or maybe, you simply find yourself hard between all these rocks. I won’t force details, though I can certainly read between the lines. It’s difficult to say. But, knowing you...I needn’t remind you how often we’ve shared the fantasy of some pandemic mutating the masses like some fabric-rending reality, culling the unfit. Everything is perfect.

The world is fluorescing into wounds, as you so describe.

To say you’d kill for something graphic enough to make you retch. I’d love to see it, too. Systemically disarticulate you, just to watch what you’d do. Stretch out that stuff that used to be your skin, curious how translucent it is, admire the veins.

Calling the bay an unapproachable toxic soup, though? I survive just fine in it. It’s all I have, Kether.

Regardless.

I’m sure we can determine a way to make this work.

#the world was beginning to fluoresce into wounds #neinaugen #9augen #melanochro kara #a maze of pain and insane fantasies

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