#shit wrting

[penelopesbaby]

2 person house party

Being disgusting at karaoke with Elias

It was one of those things that you're not really sure how it happened. At first Elias just recommended that they put on music while cleaning the safe house, which then quickly turned into a single along.

At some point it switched to full karaoke, and after ditching the brooms and the dusters for remote controls and wooden spoons, barista and Elias both found themselves belting every song that popped up on the TV. Every voice crack was ignored, every wrong pitch was left unnoticed. The two could hardly hear each other over the sound of their own screaming.

After a while and after the screaming died down, the two of them looked around to see the living room a complete utter mess again. And you would think the whole point of putting on music to clean would be to help you focus, right? Instead, all of the singing turned into dancing performances and jumping on the couch, causing ANOTHER big mess that Elias and barista needed to clean.

"Wasn't the purpose of the music to help us get this done faster..?" Elias questions while picking back up the discarded broom off the floor.

Barista picks up their wash cloth before responding, "Uhm.. Maybe? I feel like we kinda just made a bigger mess..."

"Well..." He starts, "Since there's still a mess, and since we both know I killed it at karaoke, maybe we should just wait to clean up the mess after a round of karaoke battle?"

Barista stops and looks up at him, a smug look coating his face while he crosses him arms.

"You want to battle me at karaoke? Do you know how hard this is gonna hit your ego?" The smug look Elias wore now displayed on barista face, as they discarded the wash cloth to the floor and moved back over to the TV.

"Oh, trust me. You couldn't bruise my ego if you tried." He smirks.

It seems he was wrong though, because the thousand more points barista gained from singing song after song was, at the least, humbling.

"There's no way.." Elias whines looking at the scoreboard after the last song, and obviously, barista had won by a long shot.

"See I told you! I knew you were gonna sulk in your loss, you crybaby!" They laugh out. "Ughhh yeah yeah get your laughs in, but later when I load up the play station you're not gonna be laughing."

"Well maybe I’m laughing because after that attempt at a high note somehow you lost points."

"The game is rigged!" He throws his hands up before covering his laugh. "Are you sure it's rigged or are you just really bad at?" "It's rigged."

"Yeah okay, sure." Barista jokes before looking around at the new now bigger mess in the living room.

"So... should we clean this now orr..." They ask.

"Yeah.. Yeah we should.." Elias answers while picking up his discarded broom.

"Try not to trip over the coffee table this time." Barista responds, walking back over to where they were cleaning before.

"That was your fault! You were distracting me!" "Whatever your'e such a liar!"

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me when I don't know how to end a fic

ik it was rly short I'm like just getting back into writinggg...sigh....

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

shoujo rei gakukai au i (somehow) never posted here????????? im sprry women i will lit myself on fire as a public apology

throws the link at you

[amunyan]

It is cold and uncomfortable outside, it has been sleeting since the early hours of the morning. A cold wind is blowing around the houses. So you and your friends are glad to be inside your warm and cosy apartment; Girlsnight.

While Charmy is busy in the kitchen cutting out biscuits, Vanessa and you have retrieved the box of decorations from the basement. Now you are desperately trying to fix the Christmas lights, which have become hopelessly twisted and tangled, as they do every year.

"Such a stupid thing," you mutter to yourself, and Vanessa nods in agreement.

"But back to the topic," she immediately interrupts. "You really let yourself be put off like that?" She looks at you in surprise.

"Yes," you admit regretfully and your neighbor, who has become a good friend in the meantime, slaps her face. " How can it be that you become so shy in front of someone you spend so much time with? Jeez, girl - you're not usually a bashfull either.

"I don't know, damn it," you grumble, the tangle of lights getting on your nerves too. So you tuck the end of the cable energetically back into the box.

"Well, you could have just said something like: 'Oh, what a coincidence - I've got tickets too, let's go together! Or something like that!" Vanessa looks at you insistently. "But hey, now that you don't have any company, why don't you take me with you?" She lets go of her end of the light as well, pointing at herself.  "I hear the Mulled wine there is really good!"

You raise your eyebrows and sigh softly. You should have guessed. And just as you're about to nod indifferently and give her both tickets - she should go with her mate Finral, with whom there's more going on than meets the eye anyway - Charmy energetically pushes a hot baking tray onto the table in front of the window, you were about to decorate; the first batch of cookies has just freshly come out of the oven.

"If anything, I'll join (Y/N), la. This is our chance to try out the famous, but far too expensive Christmas market and post something for our blog, la! And besides," she looks at you now, "if you don't bake here now, you won't get a stamp from me on your Christmas to-do list."

"But I put up the Christmas lights! Or at least try to. Another item on my list! Anyway, if anything, I should get two stamps!"

Apart from the fact that you won't get any stamps or other rewards from Charmy for completing tasks anyway, you have to agree with her. If Mereoleona doesn't have time, you can go with Charmy. But that would be a bit unfair towards Vanessa, who you've almost given the tickets to.

"Maybe Dorothy can get me two more. Then the four of us can go together," you suggest hesitantly.

"Four?" Vanessa looks at you questioningly.

"Yes.  You, Charmy, Finral and me," you explain casually, while you continue to fiddle with the cables to no avail. "Damn thing! Vanessa, go over there." You make a fleeing hand movement to get to the socket. You want to test if the light is working at all. "If the thing doesn't light up, we can just leave it!"

You get down on your knees to plug it in. The light comes on, but at that very same moment everything goes dark. Shocked, you jump back, stumble and fall on your butt.

Not only all the lights went out in the same second. Even the oven, with a new tray of biscuits in it, stopped working. Like everything else that needs electricity.

Vanessa looks up at the ceiling in confusion, and Charmy looks around in bewilderment.

"Damn..." you mutter in horror and pull the cord out of the socket. "Was that me?"

"Are you all right? I hope you didn't get a shock?" Worried, Vanessa kneels down next to you and helps you up.

"No, I didn’t get a hit," you say with a nod. "I'm fine. I just scared myself to death.”

"Well, at least something..." mumbles Vanessa, now reaching for her mobile phone on the table. It was slowly getting dark outside, without the electric light you could still see a little, but not much. 

She switches on the light on her phone and you and Charmy do the same.

With that, the three of you, followed by Vanessa's curious cat Rouge, go down to the basement where the fuse box is.

"It's the main switch. Again," Vanessa grumbles in front of the open box and tries to turn it. Without any success.

"What's wrong?" You ask her.

"I can't get it to work. You unplugged the cable from your Christmas lights, right?"

"Yes," you say. "That can't be the problem anymore. It has no more power..."

"Damn... And now?" Annoyed, Vanessa runs her fingers through her long, pinkish hair. Concerned, she looks at the fuse box before she looks at you.

Neither of you knows enough about electronics to solve this problem. She is a fashion designer who works from home, and you have a simple job in an office.  Apart from the fact that sticking your finger in a socket is a bad idea, you didn't know much about it anyway.

And Charmy? She doesn't really care about the problem. She just spoke softly to Vanessa's cat, who had wandered over and was now sitting on the stairs.

"I'll call our landlord - this can't go on. The power has been going off here every few days for several weeks now. I thought he restored the old house properly..."

"Well, I hope the problem will be solved soon... The biscuits... My bucket list..." "Really, (Y/N)? That's your biggest problem?" Vanessa looks at you and shines her torch unhappily into your eyes, making you squint. "You know, there are far worse consequences to that kind of problem?"

[dootznbootz]

I'm always fucking MESSINg with my ideas and my writing >:(

"It's nearly done! Wait, no, no it's not. MAybe now? No. Definitely not. I wanna add this. That'll probably add 2 more pages but you need to do it. WHat about now? Mads are you insane?! To send this disaster out into the wild?! It's nowhere near ready. Oh, it's done....I'll post it. WAIT FUCK-"

[aethergeist]

“Ghk. . .” The blood expelled from his stomach and chest, gushing out quickly. Blood filling his mouth through his throat while he looked at the love of his life. The male smiled, his teeth with red stains, dripping down the sides of his lips. Opening his mouth, a few words came out. “In- another lifetime- would we love again..?” His time shortening as he stammered his words from the blood clogging his mouth. The other holds his face close to their chest, tears flooding their eyes as they take in the sight of their dying star. In tears they can only mumble out a stuttering response. “Yes- Of course- Of course Oasis, just please- just stay awake please.” After hearing Ethereal’s reply, tears came out of his eyes as his eyes lost their light and slowly he dropped towards his lover. Their heartbeat almost stutters to a stop, Ethereal clutching Oasis’s body in their bloodied hands, fingers entwined in his dark curly hair as they hiccup and cry with the small gem in their hands. Every inch of them shakes, a cold shiver overtaking their body as they sob with the winds swirling around them. They only snap out of their shock when their fellow comrade Syzygy grabs Ethereal’s attention by walking up from behind. Syzygy himself is staggering, a solemn look on his face. “Ethereal, hand me the blade.” They turn to him in pure shock, the corpse of their beloved still in their arms. “What? No- No I’m not going to let you-” But they’re quickly cut off, Syzygy making his tone a little firmer. “Don’t argue with me Ethereal. You’re the only one left in good enough condition to fight..” More tears well up in their eyes, averting their gaze from their dear friend. There are no more words they can use to argue, allowing Syzygy to do as he pleased with their eyes closed shut. Syzygy soon takes the blade laid on the ground by Oasis’s side, kneeling on the ground before digging the tip of the blade into his own chest. He can’t help but grit his teeth, a low groan which soon turns into a pained shout escaping him as Syzygy pries a silver stone from his chest. There are loud cracks as the gem separates from bone, blood soon pouring from the wound before Syzygy keels over. Gasping for air, Syzygy reaches out to Ethereal with his gem in hand. Once they hear his rasping breaths, Ethereal slowly turns to look at him, their shaking hands taking the gem. Then they carefully lay the body of Oasis on the ground, soon taking the blade from Syzygy and standing.

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[split-regardless]

okay so this is a nice outlet ;3

bpd free write moment!!!!

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ribbed skin

I feel like my flesh is patch-worked,

Held together by strands of some sort of consciousness trying to sew together some sort of personality.

the looseness & the hastiness of these stitches leave every limb hanging on, miraculously

I fly through life, blindly & enjoy the recklessness. While i was falling I needed to tell myself that I was going to get out of this, somehow.

I didn’t know how, but I knew where I wanted to be

i put on a face, and said somehow

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I lied to everyone

The flesh may be stitched but inside is a stew

this mind lies to me about reality, teeter tottering between and through all emotions

It was a whirlwind

my stomach continuously falling out during the periods of starvation

I tore my heart out and threw it at a brick wall, hoping it stuck to someone ,,,, like a noodle

I became frantic, i was running out of time. sewing together every popping thread, unable to see or notice what’s next

I am actively losing time endlessly and the threads are growing brittle.

i am growing brittle.

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finding this out in a 15 page psych report was paralyzing and I was in a constant state of panic. I couldn’t sew the pieces together because they didn’t go together.

what do you even make of a 3D flesh puzzle that doesn’t have instructions? or any sort of picture on what it could be or should be or will be

I am so afraid of doing it wrong, but I’m afraid it’s too late

Time goes by and i am completely immersed in my vices

with a blank slate and mental illness soup, nothing tasted better than learning what love was through the sirens

I was ravished by them, as written in stone despite being aware of the prophecy.

I felt some sort of catharsis seeing my blood spill, I mean, I deserved it. I remember this kind of sharpness and the familiarity almost makes it feel nice.

the red O+ river rushes faster due to guilt, shame and mania. It felt good to laugh about it.

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the predictability is boring at this point and I am so tired of falling.

trust me, I know that it is me

the over explanations, communication barriers & misguided passion has left my circles exhausted

it’s ripping them too.

I need to do something about it.

🛎️🛎️🛎️

the thing about thread maintenance on a doll like me is that the only way forward is doing everything I can to maintain balance between the pieces.

it doesn’t take long before some latch together like second nature & the flesh puzzle develops line work

🧩🧩✏️🧩🧩

I have to face these stitches everyday to keep it together - I owe it to those throughout time who’s believed in me. Given me a hand. Pushed me up.

the grip is easier but the heat persists, for them

on my best days, I can only feel the scars of my stitches. molded by the heat of disappointment, passion and unconditional love, my skin is thicker and I was somewhat weld together, only for myself

it almost feels painless to run my fingers across the scars

It will never go away, but on my best days

the threads of nurtured connections tie me to the earth

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I can look in the mirror and know that somehow wholeness is near

after thoughts idk

uhhh I just wrote this on my couch while I let the brain worms have free reign on my notes app.

idk if it’s good, i’ll reevaluate during a time outside of the witching hours.

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my hair is getting longer & I don’t feel the need to cut it anymore.

it’s nice to feel capable

[jewishcissiekj]

You guys don't think enough about Asajj returning to Rattatak to try and fix things and encountering and taking in a little girl who she eventually sends off Rattatak because she can't let her have the same fate as her but that makes sense because I just made that concept up

[faceless-crowd]

fuck it, I'm returning to cringe. Imma write teen dystopia full of edge and angst. it wont matter if i finish it or not i just wanna write it, fuck cringe culture and putting yourself into weird specific boxes. I'm finally free

[mendingandtranscending]

To My Last "Love"

I know I still need to heal. It's not that I miss you, it's that you've moved on already... and I haven't.

I've moved on from you and the relationship. I haven't moved on with a new and better person. I know it's selfish and I sound like a brat... but I feel like I deserved to find my person first and it was YOU who was supposed to feel this way. YOU were supposed to regret ever leaving me. YOU should be triggered every day.

Every day that gets more and more lonely, for me.

Why did I bear the weight of the relationship as well as the weight of the break up? Why did you say you cared for me but had nothing to show for it, in the end?

You let your new girl speak on my appearance, my character. What hurts the most is that I know that these aren't her words, they're yours.

Didn't you hate me enough while we were together? You saw me hurting every day. Crying because of what you said. While you kept doing you.

Now, new girl gets the side of you I begged and begged you for. Cried, sweat, threw up for. I could never be the one for you and I wanted you to be one the one so badly. I prayed for you to be the one.

I want to accept that you were bound to find "the one" eventually. I want to be happy for you. I want to be happy for me.

I need to accept that this is the rhythm

Closure, from you, will never be

But I don't need closure from him

I need it from me

The me that was with him. The me that wanted him to be things that he could never be for me. It's time to let her go. The new me wants more than average. The new me deserves the stars, the universe.

I wanted better for the version of me that you knew.

I forgive you anyway.

[chevvy-ryder]

So, I need to get rid of older shots once again.

That said I'll now try update my oldest drafted VP posts about the past years of Ry and Vj with my usual description and tags and set them to queue which eventually will post them and with me forgetting about it.

They were intended to be posted with the next longer backstory text parts I still got to write … and as long as I do not do that they will continue to sit in my drafts. I better post them before I think they are too outdated (bc I got better + using rt now).

I'll redo them in some way anyways — but only after I've finished writing said story parts! (Alos won't start Thy's nor Jay's until I finished Vj and Ry either. I really gotta force myself to that 'one after another priciple' here, ugh.

[ccruelgods]

wasteland.

[tw for emeto, gore, and a bit of explicit violence.]

[i decided to write something for hello charlotte ep3, this scene stood out to me, and i haven't written in a while, so here we go.]

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"bennett?" the white-haired girl questioned, the smile evident in her tone. "are you dead?"

an annoyed groan was the response, and then another harsh retching sound. 'charlotte' had entered the bathroom to the sight of the orange-suited worker bent over the toilet, vomit somehow staining the tub and mirror along with the (formerly perfectly white) sink. shakily adjusting his posture to glare at the newcomer, bennet sneered, vomit still spilling over from his mouth and staining his orange suit green like toxic sludge.

"go away, human maggot." he spat, though the venomous tone was lessened by the bleary look in his eyes.

"what a meanie!" 'charlotte' chirped cheerfully, lacing her hands behind her back and leaning forward to smile sweetly at bennett before gasping, clasping her hands. "oh, oh! don't tell me you're going through withdrawal syndrome?"

bennett shot her another annoyed glare, wiping his mouth on the back of his glove. "leave me alone. can't you see i'm…-"

before he could finish the sentence, another harsh gag tore through him, and he bent over the toilet again, the sound of retching filling the room again. 'charlotte' giggled venomously, resting her head in her palm.

"so disgusting!" she chimed, flicking the back of his head and causing him to let out another growl. "weren't you supposed to be a comic relief character? where did that go?"

bennett shifted to give her another glare, opening his mouth to let out a sharp remark, but her face lit up suddenly as she clasped her hands again, eyes wide with something akin to a childish excitement and she spoke before he could.

"oh! i know! it's alllll because of the regular soap intakes, isn't it?" she giggled, closing her eyes in mock-innocence. "anyone can be maniacally happy forever when they're braindead!"

"wiltshire." the worker hissed, standing up straighter this time, though still swaying, and giving her a look that would wilt even the prettiest flowers. "last warning."

"yeah, right." the girl yawned, not bothering to give him a reaction. "you hate me. but, it doesn't really matter."

leaning forward so that they were almost eye to eye, she smirked. "you can't kill me anyway!"

"no, but i can torture you and tear off your limbs." bennett replied coldly. "one by one."

unfazed, 'charlotte' mock-gasped. "oh no! bennett is so scary!"

circling him, she turned her nose up at the vomit stains on his suit, though her smirk never dissapeared, and she kept speaking. "are those the kind of jobs you do for dr.huxley? yet, he failed to raise a mindless killing machine out of you."

in a flash, bennett was infront of her, previous sickliness and hinderance seemingly gone, and in the next second, the white-haired girl's head was slammed against the wall with a loud thud. with a wince of pain, 'charlotte's body slid down the bathroom wall, leaving a trail of sticky blood. the scent of the fresh blood mixed with the smell of vomit in the bathroom, causing a rather horrendous odor.

giggling shakily, 'charlotte' shifted her gaze up to bennett, smiling sardonically. "ha-ha….ahhaha…you really have no self-control when you're sober…"

bennett gazed at her blankly, speaking in a low tone. "this much shouldn't kill you."

despise the burning pain in her head, the girl laughed. "s-see? i was right. you're…softer than you want to appear to be.."

she just barely made out bennett's voice calling out her last name in a harsh tone, before the world became blurry, and she blacked out.

it had been an hour, or maybe more, when 'charlotte' woke up. in a dark room, briefly disoriented.

ah, right. bennett. speaking of, he was nowhere to be seen. gingerly lifting her hands to her head, she scowled, feeling the warm blood stain her hands a sticky red.

"im disgusting." she muttered. someone let out a chuckle, and she looked up.

"charles?" she inquired.

in the dim light of the room, the white hair of charles' current vessel stood out, as did the bright yellow eyes that were peering at her with a malicious sort of curiosity.

"bingo!" charles answered, barely concealing their wide smile behind gloved hands.

'charlotte' rolled her eyes. "what are you doing here?", she questioned in an oh-so-flat tone.

charles's smile thinned into that of a snake's before they responded. "looking after you."

"then treat my wounds, asshat."

the remark was rewarded wirh a sharp laugh from charles, who shook their head. "no can do. you're dirty, i'm squeamish. it simply will not mix."

the white haired girl groaned loudly, closing her eyes and letting her head rest back against the wall of the bathroom, wincing at the stinging of the open wound. "god, you're so useless."

"you can get mr. honikker to treat you." charles hummed, shifting to lift the girl's vessel. the only response he got was an eyeroll.

"he won't. i replaced his favorite cereal with dried bloodworms the oher day."

charles stared, face still a smiling mask, but a bit of surprise leaking into their tone. "you did what?"

"forget it." 'charlotte' responded coldly, giving them a glare when charles jostled her a bit too hard.

"he can never catch a break, huh?" charles sighed wearily, before frowning at the girl. "more importantly…how long do you plan to provoke the tenants for attention before they actually kill you?"

'charlotte' shrugged. "umm. forever, probably. or however long my lifespan lasts."

with a scowl, she slapped charles' hands away, bracing herself against the wall and carefully avoiding the vomit stains. "how old am i, actually? five?"

"actually," charles corrected with a shrill giggle. "three."

"welp, here you go." the girl waved vaguely, less-than-gingerly patting at the no-longer-bleeding wound on her head.

charles frowned suddenly, expression turning troubled. "miss wiltshire…i'm sorry for lecturing you, but…you spend too many spare vessels. your lifespan might be greatly shortened if-"

they were cut off by 'charlotte' suddenly grabbing a toothbrush and shoving the bristled end into the wound. deeply. and then collapsing on the ground, lifeless. charles groaned.

"ah. she killed herself with a toothbrush." he muttered to himself, putting a hand over his face in annoyance.

moments later, a new, and perfectly white, vessel flounced in, looking exactly like the previous, without the blood. 'charlotte' smiled sweetly at charles, twirling.

"charles! look who's got a new bo-dy~! i'm whiter than ever before!"

charles let out a long sigh, murmurng partially to themself. "what was i even talking about…"

"alright. i'm gonna be late for school." the girl stated suddenly, giving charles one last wide smile before skipping out of the bathroom.

[3llisarts]

Lil’ sneak peek Comin at yall

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

this writing fic thing gets serious

[amunyan]

I'm already sorry about this joke… But you'll read the part of what happened at Christmas tomorrow ;D

"Girls? Are you coming at last?" Finral is standing in your kitchen, looking over at Charmy and you as he casually nibbles at some freshly baked cookies. It seems as if he has already given up. As if he knows his friends way too well.

"In a minute! We have to finish this quickly."

You and Charmy haven't learnt a thing this week, so you're both sitting in your flat, once again under time pressure, trying to finish your blog post at the last minute. Although you managed to bake the cookies on Saturday, Charmy's computer didn't work the way you wanted it to yesterday, so you postponed it until today, just as you were about to leave. Luckily for you, Vanessa is taking a bit longer again, so you can finish in time.

"Typical you girls. We never get anywhere on time. Vanessa's still getting changed..." your friend grumbles to himself. "Besides, (Y/N); who else is coming today? You told me that a colleague of yours and her boyfriend and even more friends of yours are coming?"

"Yes, Dorothy and her maybe-boyfriend Nozel are coming. But she hasn't written yet." You take a quick look at your mobile, but still no message from Dorothy. "And I'm going to meet Mereo and her brothers. I hope. She didn't really know when they'd be there, so we just agreed to write to each other when we got there." There has been no news from her either. "A good sign. Looks like we really will be there at the same time."

"I see..." Finral reaches into the bowl of cookies again. He obviously likes them.

"Don't eat too much of the cookies, La. You still have to drive us!" Charmy yells from the living room, already upset, and Finral drops the pretzel-shaped cookie in fear.

"Don't worry," you reassure him, shaking your head gently. "Charmy accidentally poured half a bottle of red wine into the icing. Since then she's been worried that anyone who eats the biscuits will get drunk. But I think even if you eat them all, you won't really notice the alcohol..."

"Good to know..." Still, your friend seems worried...

After crawling into the back seat of Finral's car, an old Ford Fiesta, with Charmy, you take out your mobile phone. "Off we go. Looking forward to seeing you later," you text Mereoleona with a smile on your face.

[clownprincehoeshi]

Twisted deception - Teaser

Synopsis: Betrayal and manipulation were always a constant in your life. Leading your family's legacy as a mafia boss is not an easy task and most of the times can lead to losing the ones you love most. You've always kept away from love, but even is this dark and unforgiving world it finds you. But it also breaks you.

Pairing: mafia boss Mingyu x mafia boss reader

doctor Seungcheol x mafia boss reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: mafia scenarios, death, gun mentions, blood, cheating, sex scenes, nudity... will post others along the way if needed

Status: ongoing

Started: july 23th 2024

Word count of the teaser: 1181

Information: So I wanted to do something different for this fic. I've decided to use a name instead of Y/N(RUA). For me, it gves more depth and dimension to the character and it helps with the wrting/reading process. It's a random name that I thought about randomly and it also starts with the letter of my own name. I don't know, I find it pretty, short and simple. I will start writing on the first chapter after I finish with Parallel Hearts story(about two more chapters to go). Not sure how many chapters this one will have, maybe 2 or 3. Sugestions and comments are welcomed.

Don't forget to support the writers by rebloging their works! Thank you!

Teaser

It was white before it was black. You blacked out and you don’t know why. It’s so cold and wet.

You feel like you’re floating and your ears are ringing loud. Am I dying, is this it?

The ringing starts to go down and you hear blasts, guns and screams. You hear a voice and you can’t understand what it says and who’s voice is it.

Have they kidnapped me? Are the Kim’s really this low to try to take me? Oh God, what are they going to do to me? I feel sick. I feel like throwing up.

“How is she? Is she breathing?”

“I don’t fucking know, let me get her in the car, faster”

Is it Jun? You feel tears burning your eyes and face. Why can’t I open my eyes?

What is that feeling on my leg, burning almost. I feel something running down to my toes.

“Shit, she’s bleeding bad, hurry, we need to get to Jin!”

“Fucking Kim, I want to stay behind and finish them all!”

“Noo, don’t be stupid, Hao! You might be the best assassin in the business, but you are one and they are many”

Oh, I am not caught by the Kim’s. Good, now I can rest a little.

You faint from all the blood loss from the wound on your leg and you’re finally in the car, Minghao quickly getting behind the wheel and driving off towards the hospital where your brother Jin was a doctor.

Next thing you remember is waking up in a hospital room, with Your bother and Jun net to your bed, discussing something.

Rua: Jin…

Jin: You’re awake! You scared me!

Rua: Sorry. Is everyone ok, Jun?

Jun: Two of our men got shot by the Kim’s and one died in the explosion

Rua: Fuck!

As you’re starting to blurt out shit about your rival clan, you try to get up and your legs are not working properly

Jin: Oh, come oon, are you ever going to stay put for 5 minutes? You’re not yet ready to go out there yet.

Rua: I will fucking end him! I’ll end Kim Mingyu with my own hands!

Jun: How did they find out we were meeting with the Min’s there?

Minghao’s voice feels like a whisper when he enters the room, unnoticed.

Minghao: Something’s not right. I saw none of the Min’s men there tonight.

Rua: I personally spoke to Yoongi on the phone.

Minghao: This was definitely a trap. But for who?

Rua: Hao, I need you to get to the bottom of this asap. I won’t let this go away.

Minghao nods and he leaves the room. You know he’ll find out, no matter what. He’s the best at what he does and you’re lucky you have him on your side. His father was your dad’s right hand and you two have been best friends since you were little. Of course he would be on your side.

Jin: Do you need me right now? I need to to check on some patients for now.

Rua: Thanks, Jini, if I need something I have Jun here with me.

Jun: And Seokmin is outside the door.

Jin: Well ok then, see you later. Don’t be an idiot and try to leave!

After one hour, you tried to get back to sleep but you couldn’t. All these thoughts were running trough your mind. Was it really Yoongi the one you talked to on the phone, was it a scam? Who is trying to kill you? Are the both clans working together? How are you going to proceed from now on?

You decide to get up and try to find Jin. He might be in his office. Outside your door are Jun and Dokyeom, eyes going wide when they see you.

Dokyeom: Boss, come on, get back to bed! You’re hurt.

Rua: I’m fine, I just need to find Jin.

Jun: I’m going with you.

Rua: Guys, it’s safe here. Take a break, ok? Eat something and get some rest in my room.

Jun: Here, take my gun, keep it under your robe.

Rua: Ok, if it makes you feel better.

Dokyeom: We don’t want to risk anything, especially after tonight. We could have lost you. We could have all died there.

Hearing that it makes your blood boil and the feeling of revenge grows bigger inside you. You’re no weak girl, you’ll show them all. You were born for this, trained for this life. Ever since you were 5 years old, your father took you under his wing and teached you everything he knew.

There was no other person in the world he trusted more. He could see your potential, how smart you were, how good you could read people and situations and how fast you were with actions and solutions.

Walking slowly down the hospital hallways, you feel a bit sleepy. Good, I’ll be able to sleep after I talk to my brother then. I thought I will stay awake all night.

Reaching a dead end, you can’t remember if Jin’s office was to the right or to the left. You stop. Someone is talking. You don’t turn the corner, don’t want to risk being see. Afterall, you don’t know who these men are.

None of them is Jin or anyone you know. You don’t recognise the voices. You keep quiet and at the same time you feel sleepier. What’s going on?

“She’s in room 79. Make it quick and clean. No witnesses.”

“Got it. Let’s move!”

They are walking towards you. Shit! You can’t run, your leg has stiches from that ugly cut on your thigh. Oh, the gun. As you try to get your gun from under your robe, you feel a firm pull. A hand grabbing your waist, pulling you into a door.

The room is dark. So dark that you are not sure your eyes are closed or opened. You feel pression over your mouth. A hand. A body behind you. Warm. You feel warm. And so sleepy. Damn, Jin must have put you on some strong pain killers.

You feel his breath right behind your ear, feel his hear beating on your back, his other hand wrapped tight around your waist.

You hear commotion outside, slaming. A shot. A second shot. Jun, Seokmin. They’ll be fine, they are smart and cautious. They’ll be fine.

“Shh, keep quiet a minute more. I’ll remove my hand, ok?”

You nod.

Rua: Who are you? Why did you pull me in here?

“I work here and I heard their conversation and needed to act fast. Sorry.”

Rua: I feel so dizzy. I’m not feeling well.

“What do you want to do now?”

“Just take me out of here. Anywhere. I need..”

And you passed out from the painkillers. As you’re getting deeper and deeper into sleep, you feel strongs hands lifting you up and carrying you away. You don’t know who this man is and where he’s taken you.

You’re so far gone that you didn’t even think he might be there to hurt you.

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

HI ITS ME AGAIN...

im obbsessed with ur wrting style oh my gosh. so like, idea! imagine ur sexting stan, and then, you hear a knock, and turns out stan had was sexually frustated so online sex wasnt enough and he comws over and yk what happens next

HELP I SWEAR I DONT HAVE A SEXTING KINK

- 🏩 anon

hey cutie!! i ♥ your requests; and im so happy to hear that you enjoy my writing! sexting is actually sm fun (swear i dont got a sexting kink either🙊). anyways! yes, can definitely imagine this with stan in specific.

You: it's not enough Stanley.

Stan: what? I spent so much money on that stupid toy and you mean to tell me it's not enough?

You: well, yeah. It's not you.

Stan: you playin with it right now?

You: mhm.

Stan: and it's no good?

You: it's fine. Just not as good as you, Stan.

Stan: nothin's as good as me.

You: at least you're aware.

read. 9:47 pm.

you're masturbating too, right?

stanley?

delivered. 9:52 pm.

You scoff and decide that your conversation with Stan over text was over and attempt to finish getting yourself off, but it just isn't working.

Then, you hear a knock at your front door downstairs. "Are you fucking serious right now?" You curse and pull up your panties, grabbing a pair of pink pajama pants off your floor and heading downstairs, not bothering to cover your nipples that show through your thin tank top.

Opening the door and sighing before looking up and seeing your boyfriend Stan standing at the door. "Let me in, it's fucking freezing out here."

"Stan? What are you doing here? It's like.. ten at night." You ask, heading back upstairs to your bedroom.

"Couldn't cum to the idea that this thing is shit and wouldn't make you cum like I can. So, just decided to come here." Stan shrugs and walks over to you, who's sitting on the bed hitting your vape pen. "Let me hit that." He takes it from your hand and your eyebrows crease to a confused expression.

Deciding to take your pajama pants back off and slide your underwear off too, you lay back and play with your clit as you stare at Stan who watches you. "Come fuck me, then; Stanley Marsh."

And to that Stan quickly crawls over to you, placing his hands on your knees to balance himself before pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion to reveal his pulsing and extremely hard erection.

He pumps it a few times before rubbing it against your arousal before sliding in the tip and taking it completely out. "Stop teasing, Stanley. Or I'm sending you home." You wouldn't really do that, you were just impatient.

Stan chuckles lowly before sliding his entire length into your warm wet cunt. You moan at the contact and Stan leans down to kiss you as he begins to thrust into you at a slightly fast pace.

Moaning into the kiss and bucking your hips you take your hands to each side of Stan's head to pull him in and deepen the kiss.

His thrusts grow harder and deeper as you groan into eachothers mouths. No longer kissing but your foreheads rest on one another's, and your mouths stay agape in front of one another.

Stan's moans were addictive to listen to. "Fuck, baby.. so good. You feel so good holy shit.."

You whine at the praise and pull him in to kiss you again, gripping the hair at the top of his neck and pulling on it softly as you moan loudly into his mouth.

"Oh god— I'm gonna cum soon, baby." Stan groans when you two release from the kiss.

"Me too.. fuck–! 'm cumming Stan!" You moan and feel your release as Stan continues to thrust, reaching his upcoming high quickly before pulling out to cum on your messy cunt.

Heavily breathing as your chest rises and falls and Stan lays down beside you. You look at him and he looks back at you before the two of you giggle together softly.