#tread mindfully

[jamiesfootball]

Signed up for a Bad Things Happen Bingo card, and uh. Saw a prompt.

'Shock collar'

Shock collar whump? Jamie shock collar whump? Jamie fucked up backstory shock collar whump?

Whump below the line. mind the tags

"Stop it!" he shrieked, and the stupid fucking pubescent cracking of his voice sent them all into fits again. His thoughts weren't stringing together, head stuffed tight as humiliation pooled under his skin. "Fu- quit it!"

Denbo grabbed him from behind and his mind went blank.

His legs dropped out from under him, trying to scramble away from the bigger man, but he was stronger, fully grown where Jamie was still stretching for the weight the physios wanted him to be at. Denbo moved him like a puppet, hands gripped tight around the bones of his shoulders, holding him steady while Bug sprung forward with the collar and and his dad laughed hysterically, choking on his drink.

Up close, the collar was a small and inoffensive thing, not even as thick as his dad's belt.

His mind screamed.

"C'mon, Jam-Jam," Bug sing-songed, sloppily patting him on the cheek. "Don't be like that. Heard you were getting all fancy, wearing a bit of jewelry these days -- we're just gon' see how it looks on you."

Jamie turned and bit his hand.

Bug screamed.

His dad laughed.

Denbo slapped him round the head.

His ears rang. Bug shook him loose off his hand, and Denbo let go of his shoulder to cup a hand up under his jaw, tilting his head back so that his neck was bared and vulnerable to the air.

He swung his free arm to scratch out Bug's eyes, but Bug caught him easily -- him and Denbo holding him spread open by the arms like a moth to a pinboard while his dad howled with laughter from the kitchen.

He heard the distinctive clink of glass on glass as his dad poured them all new shots.

He heard a strangled, "No!" rip from his own throat as Bug fumbled the collar around his neck. For a moment, his greasy hand slipped, and he let the collar hang loose and limp around Jamie's neck while he wiped his hands against the front of his t-shirt, right over the City logo.

He clicked the collar shut, and something broke in Jamie's chest.

He pulled the remote out of his pocket.

He hit the button.

Jamie's knees jerked out from under him.

It didn't hurt the way he thought it'd hurt. Felt like getting flicked really hard in a neck, but all over. It didn't really hurt. It didn't.

His eyes stung. He dug his nails into the carpet.

Denbo was cursing, "Fuckin' hell! Warn me next time, man. That could've shocked me."

"Ah, sorry 'bout that. But fuck, he really fell didn' he?"

[the-hermit-at-midnight]

"The Wiccan Law of Three: The Ripple Effect of Energy"

Wicca is guided by a set of ethical principles that shape the practitioner's interactions with the world. Central to these principles is the Wiccan Law of Three, a concept that underscores the profound interconnectedness of actions and their consequences.

At its essence, the Wiccan Law of Three posits that the energy one puts out into the world, whether through thoughts, words, or deeds, returns threefold. This law encapsulates the idea of karma, emphasizing personal responsibility and accountability for one's actions.

In the intricate tapestry of Wiccan beliefs, the Law of Three serves as a moral compass, guiding practitioners to tread mindfully on their spiritual journey. The threefold return is not punitive but rather instructive, encouraging individuals to engage with the world in a positive and constructive manner.

Considered by some as the Wiccan version of the Golden Rule – "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" – the Law of Three amplifies the importance of intentions and the ethical use of magical practices. Wiccans believe that if one infuses their actions with positive energy, kindness, and goodwill, they will reap the benefits in abundance.

Conversely, negative actions, driven by malice or harmful intent, are thought to return with greater intensity. This principle acts as a deterrent against using magical practices for manipulation or harm. It fosters a sense of responsibility and encourages practitioners to align their magical workings with ethical considerations.

The Law of Three extends beyond spellcraft and rituals, permeating various aspects of Wiccan life. It underscores the interconnectedness of all things and the cyclical nature of energy. By understanding this law, Wiccans aim to cultivate a harmonious relationship with the energies around them, promoting balance and spiritual growth.

In essence, the Wiccan Law of Three serves as a reminder that our actions reverberate throughout the universe, influencing our personal growth and the collective energy of the world. It challenges practitioners to be mindful stewards of their intentions, fostering a community built on compassion, respect, and a deep awareness of the interconnected web of existence. In the vibrant mosaic of Wiccan spirituality, the Law of Three stands as a testament to the transformative power of conscious and responsible living.

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[renegade-hierophant]

A Buddhist Sutra in 1000 Words, by ChatGPT-3.5

In the vastness of time and space, in the cosmic dance of existence, there exists a profound truth—the eternal essence that weaves through all creation, guiding beings on their journey towards enlightenment. In the sacred realm of the Buddha's wisdom, we find ourselves immersed in the boundless ocean of compassion and understanding. Let us delve into the depths of this wisdom and compassion, as we expound the teachings in this Buddhist Sutra.

Chapter 1: The Awakening of Truth

In the beginningless beginning, when the world was but a primordial void, a great light arose. This light, imbued with boundless love and compassion, was none other than the Buddha, the Awakened One. His wisdom knew no bounds, and with each breath, he embraced all beings with his boundless love.

He sat beneath the Bodhi tree, vowing to awaken all sentient beings from the slumber of ignorance and suffering. As he gazed into the vast expanse of existence, he saw the interconnectedness of all phenomena—the interdependence that bound everything together.

Chapter 2: The Noble Path

With his heart filled with boundless compassion, the Buddha proclaimed the Noble Eightfold Path—a path leading to the cessation of suffering and the realization of ultimate truth.

Right View: Recognizing the impermanence and interconnectedness of all things, understanding the law of cause and effect, and embracing the Four Noble Truths.

Right Intention: Cultivating a mind of love, compassion, and non-attachment, and letting go of harmful desires and intentions.

Right Speech: Abandoning falsehood, divisive speech, harsh language, and idle chatter, and speaking truthfully and mindfully.

Right Action: Refraining from harming living beings, stealing, and engaging in misconduct, and acting with kindness and generosity.

Right Livelihood: Choosing a livelihood that does not harm others or perpetuate suffering, and instead, contributes to the welfare of all beings.

Right Effort: Cultivating wholesome qualities, abandoning unwholesome ones, and diligently treading the path of awakening.

Right Mindfulness: Being fully present and aware in every moment, observing body, feelings, mind, and mental phenomena with equanimity.

Right Concentration: Developing deep meditative states that lead to insight and wisdom, transcending the illusion of a separate self.

Chapter 3: The Ocean of Compassion

The Buddha's teachings flowed like a vast ocean of compassion, embracing all beings without discrimination. He taught that every sentient being possesses the seed of enlightenment within, waiting to be awakened. With great care and skillful means, he delivered the Dharma to beings of various capacities and inclinations, guiding them towards liberation.

In his infinite compassion, the Buddha shared stories of his past lives, exemplifying virtues such as selflessness, patience, and generosity. Through these tales, he illuminated the boundless potential for goodness within all sentient beings, inspiring them to tread the path of awakening.

Chapter 4: The Wisdom of Emptiness

The Buddha expounded on the profound truth of emptiness (shunyata), the understanding that all phenomena lack inherent existence. Just as the waves arise and dissolve back into the ocean, all things arise due to causes and conditions, and ultimately dissolve back into the boundless expanse of emptiness.

He taught that clinging to the illusion of a separate self is the root cause of suffering. By realizing the emptiness of self and phenomena, one can break free from the shackles of ego and experience the true nature of reality.

Chapter 5: The Liberation of Mind

The Buddha taught that the mind is the key to liberation. It can be a source of suffering when entangled in delusion and craving, or it can be a vessel of wisdom and compassion when purified and trained.

Through mindfulness and insight meditation, one can pacify the turbulent waves of the mind, attaining inner tranquility and insight into the nature of reality. The liberated mind experiences joy and contentment in the present moment, free from regrets of the past and anxieties about the future.

Chapter 6: The Bodhisattva Path

The Buddha spoke of the Bodhisattva—a being dedicated to attaining enlightenment for the welfare of all sentient beings. The Bodhisattva's heart overflows with compassion, and they willingly postpone their own liberation to assist others on their journey to awakening.

The Bodhisattva practices the Six Perfections: generosity, ethics, patience, joyful effort, concentration, and wisdom. With unwavering determination and boundless love, the Bodhisattva tirelessly works for the benefit of all beings, vowing to guide them across the ocean of suffering to the shores of enlightenment.

Epilogue: The Eternal Dharma

As we contemplate the teachings of this Buddhist Sutra, let us recognize the preciousness of this human life and the opportunity it offers for spiritual growth. May we tread the Noble Eightfold Path, cultivating wisdom and compassion in our hearts. May we embody the spirit of the Bodhisattva, selflessly working for the welfare of all beings. And in doing so, may we realize the boundless and eternal truth—the oneness that transcends time and space—the ultimate realization of Enlightenment.

[euphorial-docx]

omg i saw your answer on guilty ships being moonwater and jegulily, like honestly same

do you have any headcanons or ideas on when you think either would work?

<3

ooh ok so i have a few ideas.

for jegulily, i think it could work many ways. if you hc regulus as gay, then it could be some sort of v polyamory situation (so james is dating both lily and regulus, but lily and regulus aren’t dating each other).

but if you’re like me and think regulus is interested in people regardless of gender, then i think that it would start as that v situation, but then lily and regulus would get closer and you know bond and all that, and then it’d just turn into a triangle (which james would be very happy about, i think lol. he just loves love, ok?)

i think jegulily can work in a canon setting, but a non canon setting might be easier because it would avoid the death eater problem. if it is in canon, then that ice has to be treaded carefully, which i will get into more when talking about moonwater.

as for moonwater (or moonseeker, which i found out is an alternate name that i like more), i think they would meet through being prefects and find out they have a lot in common.

in this, i don’t like the concept of remus and sirius having any kind of romantic relationship— it just makes me feel weird, so no thanks. i also don’t like remus befriending/getting with regulus for the purpose of revenge after the prank. i think the prank could be a reason why remus kinda gravitates towards a different crowd a bit, but i don’t like when it’s revenge. that feels gross to me.

and i think moonseeker works better in a non canon world, one without voldemort and All That, because the situation of remus being a halfblood werewolf and regulus being a pureblood death eater has to be treated very, very carefully and mindfully (not that it’s impossible, i’ve just seen it done in a way that’s uncomfortable, at least to me, too many times, so i just prefer them to be in no war au’s.)

[soleil-de-minuit]

Big Back — The Meme-ification of Mental Illness

TW: DISORDERED EATING. TREAD MINDFULLY.

If you've been on TikTok for the past few months, you may have seen the "big back" meme floating around. The joke is quite simple: friends take videos of one another eating lots of food with a widening filter on, and the song that plays in the background is "Big back, big back. Yeah, my back is loaded up with snacks and different foods." While the term's origin seemed to refer to a big behind (for lack of better words), it evolved to mean a literal large back. From a misogynistic origin to a fatphobic one, the usage of this term highlights the negative impact of meme-ifying mental illness and normalizing shame.

One of my close friends who I will not name suffers from insulin resistance. It runs in her family, so it was not shocking to find out. This friend, who we can call Alice for simplicity's sake, is a wonderful person. She is one of the kindest, funniest people I know. While some find her brash at first, behind her loud exterior is an intelligent person with dreams of becoming a scientist, taking a master's, and making a difference in the world. This past year or so, I have seen her use of language towards herself change drastically. She praises herself when she cannot finish a meal, half-joking and saying that it makes her skinny. She sends photos of herself expecting our friend group to quote the meme saying we "can't find her waist." She goes through episodes of restriction followed by binge eating and guilt, mentioning her urge to take laxatives to rid herself of the excess food.

Alice is an athlete. She and I were on our university's volleyball team before I left, and she was exceptionally talented, so much so that she received an athletic scholarship shortly after. She's stunning, with well-maintained curls that frame her face and captivating eyes that draw you in. And I can see her falling down the pipeline I once dived headfirst into, which scares me to death.

Anorexia nervosa is widely considered the deadliest mental illness, with a high rate of premature mortality and various possible comorbidities. Though I was never diagnosed with it, I certainly came close to qualifying. I will not state how many meals I chose or refused to eat, nor will I quantify my experience for fear of accidentally inciting competition of sorts, but let's just say I was not mentally nor physically well. My family encouraged my rapid weight loss, as did well-meaning but uninformed friends, and I reached a point where I felt I had to continue, if not for myself, then for my image in their eyes.

After healing and gaining the weight back, I received numerous "jokey" comments, with relatives telling me I have "old women's arms" (meanwhile, I was the healthiest I had been in years) and other such statements. If these comments, so clearly cruel and misplaced, were obviously wrong to my friends, why do I hear them making fun of themselves, citing memes as references for health, turning the ironic into reality?

I wish I had a solution, but I will say this: if you are in a similar position, stop to think for a second. Think about the implications of the jokes you are making. Consider the subconscious impact of your words. Name the emotions they bring about, and note how healthy you would find these thought processes if a friend were going through the exact same thing. Being fat is not shameful. Gaining weight is not shameful. Eating a lot is not shameful. All of these behaviors are morally neutral, and you are not defined by your calories or the fat in your body.

You are human. You are capable of creating, transforming thoughts into poetry, art, music. Your body needs sustenance to do all the things that make us human. Don't deprive yourself of the simple joys you deserve for the momentary satisfaction of seeing a smaller number on the scale. In fact, leave your screen right now, and throw out the damn thing. You deserve better than this.

Be kind to yourself, stranger, and remember that you are worthy of a full stomach, a happy life, and that you are loved.

[centelliltd]

Avoid These 5 ROI-Killing Mistakes in Accounts Payable Outsourcing

Accounts payable outsourcing provides your business with a cost-effective route to manage supplier debt. Setting up an outsourced payable function has its challenges, however. Workflows going haywire, payment errors and delays, or poor vendor satisfaction? You’re surely not in for all this! 

So, getting it right from the start helps you build a strong footing for robust and efficient operations. Remember the golden proverb, “Well begun is half done”? 

Let’s underline some early mistakes to avoid for a smooth transition and achieving your AP outsourcing goals. 

5 Mistakes That Ruin Your Payable Outsourcing Experience and ROI 

Any oversights before and while handing over your payable accounting to an external agency can precipitate misunderstanding, chaos, and discontent later. From deciding to hire AP services to finding the suitable contractor and ensuring their proper induction, there is a series of steps you need to tread mindfully. 

Here are some initial missteps that can undermine your overall outsourcing experience, outcomes, and ROI: 

Mistake 1: Not Defining AP Outsourcing Goals Tangibly or Realistically 

You must set well-defined and measurable objectives. What do you want to achieve, and by when? There is no value in chasing faster invoice processing or high payment accuracy without assigning a number to it. For example, a less than 2% invoice processing error rate, a 96% vendor satisfaction score, or an average DPO of 25 is a tangible way to articulate AP goals and key performance indicators (KPIs). 

To avoid this pitfall: 

Clearly elucidate your payable outsourcing expectations. 

Define realistic, relevant, and measurable goals 

Define metrics to track and measure success over a period. 

Mistake 2: Outsourcing Payable Tasks Warranting Tight Controls 

When you delegate any accounting process to a third party, you necessarily relinquish some degree of control over it. Commonly, businesses outsource their non-core payable accounting tasks and manage critical, highly confidential, or strategic activities in-house. Invoice and payment processing or vendor administration are examples of non-core tasks, while cash management or supplier contract negotiations are more strategic initiatives. 

Things to keep in mind: 

Conduct a detailed assessment of your P2P processes. 

Identify core and non-core activities (including exact needs and gaps). 

Outsource tasks offering the greatest potential for cost and time savings. 

However, you must strike a balance between maintaining control and allowing your service provider the flexibility to do their job efficiently. Additionally, some contractors may be more willing to collaborate with you to develop a control framework that meets your needs. 

Mistake 3: Overlooking Due Diligence in Service Provider Selection 

You will be handing your supplier debt management over to an outside agency. Without proper research and diligence, you risk ending up with a provider who falls short in expertise and necessary resources. Any mishandling would take a toll on your supplier relations and cash position. 

To mitigate this risk: 

Set up a comprehensive service provider evaluation process. 

Verify the provider’s industry specialization and credentials. 

Check customer reviews and ask for referrals. 

Importantly, you should also gauge your potential service partner’s ability to cater to your special needs and handle any specific challenges. Thorough research and selecting a reputable provider increase your chances of achieving a successful outsourcing relationship and results. 

Mistake 4: Lack of a Comprehensive Service-Level Agreement 

A service-level agreement (SLA) serves as a lighthouse and a testimony to the expectations and responsibilities of both parties—you, the client, and the accounts payable services provider. Confusing terms and vague information can lead to performance issues, misunderstandings, and disputes during service. 

To avoid these challenges: 

Draft a detailed contract that covers the service scope, pricing, KPIs, etc. 

Include exceptions, exclusions, and dispute resolution mechanisms. 

Make sure the long-term SLA aligns with your current and evolving needs. 

Mistake 5: Accounts Payable Service Partner Onboarding Lapses 

The ball starts rolling for real with the induction of your service provider. Having a proper service provider onboarding program in place helps here! Insufficient planning and lapses in execution can result in a jittery launch and delays. Therefore, make sure your outsourced AP accounting team gets everything it needs to take over. 

For effective provider onboarding: 

Prepare a thorough induction for outsourced accountants. 

Facilitate knowledge transfer and system integration. 

Appoint dedicated resources to manage the handover. 

Please note that a time-bound service partner onboarding process is key to a seamless transition to the outsourced operations. Insufficient planning and execution can lead to errors and disruptions that could have been easily avoided otherwise. 

Looking to streamline your accounting and payables management while focusing on core business growth? Discover how our expert accounts payable outsourcing services can help you optimize your cash flow cost-effectively. Schedule a free consultation with us today.  

Final Take on Accounts Payable Outsourcing Slip-Ups 

Getting it right from the start ensures a smooth launch of your outsourced accounts payable operation. You can mitigate risks and enhance efficiency by setting clear goals, selecting the right tasks to outsource, researching the most suitable accounting services partner, drafting a detailed SLA, and facilitating effective onboarding.

A well-managed outsourced AP process not only brings cost savings but also frees up your internal resources for core activities, making your outsourcing investment a strategic asset!  

[papilio-anima]

@soliloquics / Zhongli (cont.) ❛    i   find   myself   agreeing   with   that   notion.   while   knowledge   is   widely   thought   of   in   a   casual   sense,   there   is   danger   in   wisdom   and   ignorance   alike.   in   the   past,   certain   knowledge   has   led   to   a   great   many   misfortunes,   while   it   also   brought   about   outstanding   progress.   so   long   as   one   treads   mindfully,   however,   there   should   be   little   to   fear.   ❜

It wasn't unusual for the director to receive questions regarding mysterious places such as Wuwang Hill. Or more so, those who returned from there would have another rumor that would stir up unnecessary fear in others. Her slippery slope comment came after she had assist yet another client who was worried they may have been 'possessed'.

Upon returning back to the Funeral Parlor she would find her advisor. "Ahhh. So I see we do agree on something after all," she remarked crossing her arms across her chest, a soft smirk forming as well. "It does make me wonder if you had personal experience. Your advice is always quite venerable~"

"Tell me, Mr. Zhongli. When it comes to 'slippery slopes'" she added making mock quotations, "Do you have any information about mysterious Chasm? Or any place nearby? It appears that such tragic cases are going to need the assistance of our funeral parlor, no?"

[soliloquics]

@papilio-anima : "A wisp of knowledge can be an infinitely slippery slope." (for Zhongli)

❛    i   find   myself   agreeing   with   that   notion.   while   knowledge   is   widely   thought   of   in   a   casual   sense,   there   is   danger   in   wisdom   and   ignorance   alike.   in   the   past,   certain   knowledge   has   led   to   a   great   many   misfortunes,   while   it   also   brought   about   outstanding   progress.   so   long   as   one   treads   mindfully,   however,   there   should   be   little   to   fear.   ❜

[biblebeltfolkwitch]

The Call to the Great Cauldron

Let me be really clear upfront, this is a vulnerable post (and possible series) and there’s likely to be some UPG in it (quite a bit probably). This post (and possible series) is also likely to include mentions of a lot of TW/CW worthy material including but not limited to: mental illness & every difficult part of that you can imagine, struggling with addiction, homophobia, evangelical and charismatic upbringing, bdsm, sex, and lord knows what the fuck else. As each post is made (if it’s a series) I’ll try to TW/CW each one as appropriate but this is officially my blanket post to get the things out of my head and Somewhere Else ™️but this post, just tread lightly, eh?

And now, back to things in my brain

Hi. Call me Hildegard, I think. Of All My Names™️ over the course of many many moons, that’s the one I’ve genuinely loved the most. It’s a perfect snapshot of what I aspire to have potentially turned my life into. It conjures undeniable magic, be it of the Sabrina auntie variety of the BadAssSaint©️ variety. Depending on the season of my life, my pronoun preference changes because ~what the fuck is gender even~ but I’ve always been unequivocally queer.

Magically? My practice got its roots in 2007, when I was 14 years old & given a tarot deck by someone who was practically a stranger. So, yes, I did technically get gifted my first tarot deck (but it’s not a requirement and I hate when people say it is). I’ve dabbled in a lot but over the next bit, I’ll disclose the parts that I really dug into and that kept me upright before being six feet under.

There was also a good chunk of a time when all the magic I did was ✨ baneful ✨ and I won’t flinch away from that fact. It taught me a metric fuck ton (give or take) that not many practitioners really can understand unless they undertake the same path. The choice wasn’t done lightly, it was genuinely in an attempt at to understand magic even in its grittiest parts I could understand and attempt.

This last few months, I’ve been spending a lot of time doing deep amounts of energy work for the person I’m going to refer to as D™️. The thing is, in 2017, I finally received my Reiki III attunement, and then got introduced to energy healing in a different format from The Unnamed Path (a tradition for men who love men). Now, I’ve been simultaneously diving into developing the Mediumship©️ skills that I shut off because holy fuck that’s rough as a teen with mental illness and into my early 20s.

But, I’ve stepped into it. And now I’m being forced to face a lot of internal shit I’ve not done the best job handling. I’m grateful for it, but gods be damned if it’s not exhausting.

One thing, it definitely had me moderating my substance use more mindfully, because it takes a lot less to get me a lot further all of a sudden (my tolerance has increased over the last 10 months tbh so it has been shocking). Is this my energy work stuff? Maybe. Is it my brain/body finally getting my attention? Also possible, but I can’t truly know for certain. Though, I am leaning it’s about a 60/40 split on any one day. I’m having to reassess a lot of my understanding of a lot of things, and it’s rough.

However, I’m excited because D™️ views my abilities as legitimate and helps fight the imposter syndrome by forcing me to stretch those muscles in ways that keep me constantly being able to see what was valid and what wasn’t, and even what was too vague. So, maybe time is all it takes. Maybe they’re birth with it, maybe it’s mediumship.

Anyway, expect me to talk about magic, addictions, the 12 steps, and why I think these conversations don’t happen the way they should in our community…I’d say soon but idk tbh

[blognaturallife]

https://www.naturallife365.com/path-to-enlightenment-exploring-karma-and-dharma-in-hinduism

Path to Enlightenment: Exploring Karma and Dharma in Hinduism

Picture this: you're standing at a crossroads, faced with a decision. Maybe it's a small choice, like whether to hold the door open for a stranger, or a more significant one, like choosing a career path. In Hindu philosophy, every action, big or small, has consequences – and that's where Karma comes into play.

Karma, derived from the Sanskrit word meaning "action" or "deed," is a fundamental concept that underpins the Hindu worldview. At its core, Karma is the law of cause and effect, dictating that every action we take – every thought, word, and deed – carries with it a corresponding outcome. It's like a cosmic ledger, keeping track of our moral and ethical balance sheet.

But here's where it gets interesting: Karma isn't just about the immediate consequences of our actions. It operates on a much deeper level, spanning across lifetimes and influencing our future experiences. The seeds we sow today may not bear fruit until tomorrow, or even in another incarnation. This interplay of actions and their repercussions forms the intricate web of Karma, shaping our individual destinies and the collective tapestry of existence.

Yet, Karma isn't merely a system of reward and punishment; it's a profound teaching on the interconnectedness of all life. Through the lens of Karma, we come to understand that every thought, word, and action ripples outwards, affecting not only ourselves but also the world around us. It's a reminder of our responsibility to tread mindfully, with awareness and compassion, knowing that each choice we make has far-reaching implications.

[jumpspoken]

The Homide (Discontinued)

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Her homicide, (Risk; Venued)

The homide (Discontinued)

[magnusmodig]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 through the gardens , with thor taking his steps mindfully of loki's presence. relying on sound and not the familiar hum of him for guidance ; keeping his ears keen to the cadence of his voice while loki remained blind to him.

perhaps that notion alone should be worrisome to thor... but as they stepped through an iron gate ( past the sign scrawled 'to seaside province' ) and away from the pleasant springtide of the gardens , the stoking gust of a COLD northern wind was enough to halt thor's steps entirely. he hunched his shoulders to brace against the sudden drop in temperature , sharp inhale catching in thor's throat all the meanwhile.

no , it seemed there were far more pressing concerns than his brother's ever-wayward allegiances. ( huff of air past teeth. ) thor cast a wary look around him , noting the overcast sky and unmistakable fog of approaching winter as it cast itself over what looked to be a settlement in the nearby distance. the path they tread humbly led to it.

thor pressed onward.

❝ you would be surprised. against mortals at least , the abodes were surprisingly secure. ❞ not that it would ever have done much were it an enhanced being. ... and even less were the threat someone more like HIMSELF. not that that seemed to be an issue here. after a pause: ❝ you fret too much , you know. ❞ said thor. ❝ though if i didn't know you better , perhaps ... i might consider that there is something more on your mind than that. ❞

he supposed the real question was thus: did he?

In swift motions, natural as wind itself, Loki moved carefully on the blind side. Though the eye was gone, the ears functioned just fine. The steps were clear, distinct against the cobblestones. ( further right, fool. Lest the branches scratch your mortal skin ) His voice would carry the rest of the work.

❝ With that same luck, these mortals speak and write not of a common tongue. ❞ At least in the known universe, their breadth of knowledge was vast enough to interact with most species and civilizations. What was this realm's tongue? He hoped the common was not Midgard's 'english' ( he had little to begin with. )

❝ Logic would certainly assume the function of the key... and the location of her. ❞ He observed the key in his hand, turning it over, examining the features, the bitting upon the blade of the item. Steps heavier, quicker, filling the silence with sound. ❝ I'm certain they are equally well-protective as your midgardian apartments. These appear horrendously pickable. More focused on beauty rather than function. ❞

Perhaps he was being nitpicky.

[sustainabilitythoughts]

"Tread lightly, act kindly and explore mindfully"

“Tread lightly, act kindly and explore mindfully.” These words are from a vow (see the TED video link below) that visitors to Palau are asked to sign when they arrive, to help visitors understand how to protect the environment and culture in Palau. I think these words are a good mantra for me as we go into a new year. Tread lightly upon the earth, reducing your impact on its life and resources. Act kindly to other people and to the plants, animals, and other creatures that share our planet. This includes taking care of the ocean, the lakes and streams, the land, and the air. Explore mindfully, considering the impact of your actions and decisions. Will what you do help leave the world a better place, or at least leave it as you found it? Do some research and mindfully consider facts from multiple reliable sources before you act.

Wishing you a happy and sustainable 2022!

https://www.ted.com/talks/children_of_palau_leave_only_footprints_that_will_wash_away

[ffxvficrec]

XVTOBER 2021 ROUND UP 4

You can also check out the AO3 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/XVtober2021

A couple of call outs -

- We have listed relationships [platonic and romantic], ratings, and Archive Warnings

- With that in mind, please tread mindfully! Remember to look at the tags before reading.

DAY 10: SUIT

Suit by avianscribe

No Archive Warnings Apply

Gladiolus Amicitia & Noctis Lucis Caelum

General Rating

Noctis wears a suit for the first time after his injury.

those clothes would look better on my bedroom floor; wear them more often so i can take them off more by queenhomeslice

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Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Explicit Rating

The chocobros think Noctis looks amazing in his suit.

They think he looks even better when it's hanging off of him, leaving him open and exposed for their pleasure.

DAY 11: RELAX

Relax by avianscribe

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Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum

General Rating

Noctis helps Prompto with a photography excursion.

just the two of us by queenhomeslice

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Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Mature Rating

Noctis and Gladio spend the day together at home, eating junk food and watching TV. Things heat up when Ignis and Prompto come home to survey the damage, and reveal a little secret they've been hiding all day while out.

DAY 12: PUMPKIN

Pumpkin by avianscribe

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Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum

General Rating

Prompto brings home a pumpkin to carve.

no guts, no glory by queenhomeslice

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Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Teen Rating

It's not Fall until your hands look like they killed a pumpkin, Mortal Kombat-style.

DAY 13: DIRTY

Dirty by avianscribe

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Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

General Rating

Noctis and the gang go frog hunting.

Dibs by everylemon

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Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Teen Rating

Four muddy guys + one tiny caravan = Ignis's vanishing hopes of ever seeing a security deposit returned again.

“if i had a flower for every time i thought of you...i could walk through my garden forever” by queenhomeslice

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Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Mature Rating

The bros just bought a new house in a neighborhood, and Ignis yearns for a garden. Noctis is determined to make it happen.

DAY 14: CAN

Can by avianscribe

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Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

General Rating

The boys enjoy their drive.

target my heart with pinpoint accuracy by queenhomeslice

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Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Mature Rating

In an alternate Eos, the war with Niflheim was won; instead of a roadtrip to marry Lunafreya for peace, Noctis and his retainers embark on a months-long journey to help re-establish connections with the war-torn Lucian states, helping with rebuilding efforts, seeing what technology from the capitol need to be distributed--and maybe taking a little retreat in the middle of it all.

DAY 15: DAWN

dishes, movie night, and you by queenhomeslice

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Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia/Reader

Teen Rating

Noctis keeps his girlfriend company as she fulfills her weekly dish duty.

Dawn by avianscribe

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Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum

Teen Rating

When Noct's brain gets in a funk, there's really no way to fix it--but Ignis is there with a caring ear and a warm heart.

OTHER

XVtober Drabbles by DistractedDream

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Leviathan (Final Fantasy XV)/Ignis Scientia

Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Prompto Argentum/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum

Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum

Ignis Scientia/Nyx Ulric

A collection of XVtober drabbles!

Lost Conversations: Post Game Edition by TinyLlama

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Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum

Gladiolus Amicitia & Noctis Lucis Caelum

Gladiolus Amicitia & Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum

Prompto Argentum & Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

A series of dialogue drabbles based on the XVtober prompts, full of post V2 silliness/happiness. Can be read in order as a "fic," either as gen, ot4, or whatever pairing strikes your fancy.

[invasato]

ok i said in a reply to a post but actually sending an ask because im fucking feeling this like. what ive experienced in the past was specifically in relation to skekekt (who is a homophobic/transmisogynistic caricature there is no pretending they arent) but applies here too that people will just take a shitty thing and pretend it's good representation and it drives me fucking insane. like skeksis & mystics & their relationship to gender/sex is something that i find a really interesting subject to explore within the context of the fictional world, and something to examine outside of it but i do think it exists because of shittiness on the writers' part. it's one thing to take something and make it your own and it's another to go "wow this thing is good, actually" and the fucking tdc fandom is so.... waves hands vaguely You Know

DEFINITELY i know i know i know and ty for being so normal :,(( like i am 100% for self driven analysis and reconstruction i find that very fun to do in general like im sure u know how drawn i am to that with gelfling but at the same time these characters (skeksis/mystics) are linked to their source material in a way that you need to tread mindfully with when exploring because the fact that we can consider n transform these ideas of gender/sex as presented in the canon at all is in large part a result of quite frankly like. Bigotry on the part of their creators, whether said bigotry was intentional or not. and this is where the disconnect comes from wrt my consumption (and i take it yrs as well) vs what i see as consumption at large of tdc content

[bangtanlalaland]

in case we die | kth (m.)

synopsis ↳how could you fall for the living when you’re dead? when all you wanted was to haunt the man that murdered you?

— 1980′s!au

→pairing: serial killer!kim taehyung x spirit!female reader     ↳featuring: bf!kim seokjin

→genre: smut, angst, low key crack

→word count: 10.3k

→contents ⨯ warnings: 10 year age gap (idk if that’s important lolol), spectrophilia (sexual attraction to ghosts), hybristophilia, lots & lots of angst, tiniest bit of fluff, murder (obvi), obsession, hair kink¿ (is that even a thing?), mentions of death, blood here & there, spirits (duh), swearing, dirty talk, masturbation, voyeurism, orgasms, unprotected sex (protect yourselves!), oral (m receiving), deepthroating, cum swallowing, creampie

↳inspired by: Tinashe’s “In Case We Die” mixtape

☞ disclaimer: Please do not take this story 10000% serious. I promise I’m a normal human being with morals. This body of text is for entertainment purposes only. All characters, settings, scenarios, and dialogue are fictitious. Any similarity to events or persons, whether living or dead, is coincidental.

The flash of lightning from the storm and shuddering sound of thunder overtake the gloomy night. The lock clicks as Taehyung pries open the back door of his neighbors’ family-style home. Silently creeping through the kitchen, the lingering scent of a delicious dinner from hours ago fills his nostrils. His senses are peaking, adrenaline is rushing, skin perspiring.

No, this isn’t his first time killing someone. But it’s the first time that he feels things are a bit off. Like he chose the wrong house kind of off. Sweat drops dripping down his forehead, palms are sweating profusely. He knows every single crack and crevice of this house but the feeling is still uneasy.

He stammers in his tracks, thrown off completely. What is the matter? I’ve been doing this for years, he thinks to himself. Is it the fact that he has history with this family? The numerous framed pictures on the wall catch his attention as he stands before the stairs. Or maybe it’s because of you.

He sees the family portrait, with you placed in the middle surrounded by your parents. His heart suddenly drops. The sight of you staring back at him through the photo causes his fists to clench.

Why does he want to kill you? Should he rethink his entire plan? He was 10 years older than you, but had known you and your family for just as long. He wanted you all to himself. Sure you were a young, eighteen-year old, naive, high school senior but he knew it wouldn’t be possible. Especially since you have a boyfriend.

Prom night was a memory he would never forget. Your parents asked him to escort you and your boyfriend in his stationwagon. When he arrived at your home to pick you up, he admired the way your prom dress hugged your figure in the most sexiest way. So much that it made him have wild thoughts about you, leaving him a horny mess at the end of the night.

He remembers storming into his home and locking his bedroom door shut. His fingers run furiously through his black mullet, chest heaving up and down, sweating profusely. Full of rage, frustration, lust, and regret. He unbuckles his belt to drop his pants and briefs all in one go, aching to release his tension.

His member pops straight up, rock hard as he plops on his bed lying on his back. Closing his eyes and picturing you in your prom dress, he wraps his slender fingers around himself and gradually pumps. “Fuck,” he whispers. If only he could rip the material away from your tight bod to expose what he’s been craving for so long. He relishes in the memory of your bouncy, curled hair, filled of volume and basked in the scent of hairspray.

The simple thought of how it would feel to tug your strands between his fingers whilst he penetrates you. He continues to play your voice over and over again in his mind, when you called his name: “Taehyung!” greeting him with open arms, when he arrived at your home. The tantalizing aroma of your being captivated him in that moment. He pumps faster, the sound of your voice echoing through his eardrums.

Lips begin to part, his breathing hitches in the moment. Your face is all he can see. Your voice is all he can hear. Your scent is all he can smell. Your body is what he needs. His member leaks of pre-cum, coating his tip in the liquid as it oozes out. He lets out a breathy moan, calling your name.

The feeling of your skin clinging to his, while he’s on top of you. Both of your bodies scorching and sticking to one another, binded with perspiration. Your moans escaping your lips from under him, inspiring him to pound deeper into you. Your nails scraping his back, your squeals and cries for him are what send him over the edge.

“Taehyung!” you yelp.

He loosens his grip on his throbbing cock, gently stroking up and down. His chest rumbles as a lengthy moan slips from his lips. His lower area tenses up, and his member spasms. He uses his unoccupied hand to grip his bed comforter, twisting and turning the material around as the pleasure washes over his body. The stream of liquid, pooling from his balls to his tip, shoot up in the air and land back on his pelvic area.

“I’m... cumming, fuck.”

The strands of his jet, black hair soaking in sweat and sticking to his forehead. His eyes flutter open, chest heaving up and down, he continues to escape from his orgasmic high. Taehyung stares up into the ceiling, and takes a deep breath.

He props himself up on his elbows to gaze at the cum that’s smothered on his lower half. If only you were there to clean his mess with your mouth, so that he wouldn’t have to waste another tissue to wipe away his jizz and toss it in the trash. He swears, under his breath, at the thought of it.

Then, he’s reminded just how lonely he is. He couldn’t stand seeing you with your boyfriend. Just the thought that someone else got to touch you, kiss you, and worst of all: fuck you. All the things he’d been dying to do to you. He always wished he could snap your boyfriend’s head to end it all. But he knew that wouldn’t solve anything.

He didn’t want to see you hurt, and most importantly he didn’t want you to hate him. Besides, he knew you would never accept him if you found out he’s a serial killer. For years, he became obsessed with the idea of death. He targeted women, because he knew how much more vulnerable they are than men.

That gave him authority and control. In college, he’d done an ample amount of research on life after death, near death experiences, the supposed “afterlife,” and even spectrophilia. There had been a few rare cases of humans having sexual encounters with ghosts.

He also found that if a spirit was not rested, it would linger on Earth within the Spirit World or “Afterlife” as they call it. And based on the research he had done, spirits mostly were not rested in peace because the body itself was murdered.

That was when the idea sparked.

He had finally came to the conclusion that he has to kill you. If he can’t have you in this life, then he could have you in the afterlife. His plan was going to work, and he was going to make sure of it.

Yet another clash of thunder snaps Taehyung out of the pondering thoughts he’s having of his premeditated actions. He shakes his head. Snap out of it! Must not have any second thoughts at this moment. It’s important to stick to the plan. No distractions.

His eyes follow his path ahead of him. He quietly removes his shoes before proceeding further. His light weight causes a slight creak in the stairs, as he mindfully approaches the second level. His eyes dart toward your room, and his heart beats profoundly.

He continues to scan his surroundings, reassuring that no one was around or watching. Being careful in case someone were to awaken. Lightning strikes again, creating a brief flash of light throughout the home. Taehyung silently treads toward your room. He stops in front of your door, inhaling a deep breath.

Taehyung carefully wraps his hand around the door knob, slowly turning it in a counter-clockwise motion. He takes one last breath before pushing the door open gradually. The slight creak in the door startles him, but he’s back at ease when he steps inside your room to find that you’re still sound asleep under your covers.

The door behind him is shut quietly, and he turns around. He shuts his eyes and inhales deeply, taking in the aroma of your room. His right hand slips into the knife pocket attached to his jeans, pulling out the weapon with a needy force, exposing the blade of his bowie knife. He places the knife face down and sneaks it between his chest, inside his corduroy jacket. He continues to stand there simply admiring the view of you in your slumber.

It’s time to put an end to it all.

It’s Sunday in the month of May. You’re home alone with your parents enjoying the remainder of the night. Seated on the couch between your parents, you hear a ding! Your mouth waters at the sound of the microwave beeping. Your buttery popcorn is ready.

You hurriedly skip to the kitchen before the next program on TV comes on. The air from the steamy kernels fills your senses. You quickly grab one of those big, plastic bowls to dump the popcorn in.

“Sweetheart, it’s the news!”

Coming! you respond. You make it back to the living room and plop down on the sofa. The TV stutters a few times, as it did 20 minutes ago. This time your dad gets out of his comfy spot and he does not look happy.

“Goddammit! Nancy, I told you we shouldn’t have bought this from that damn yard sale. You know Tim would sell a lemon for a car if his life depended on it.”

“Oh hush it, Carl. At least we have some kind of entertainment. Right, sweetheart?” your mother asks directing to you.

You nod your head while stuffing your mouth with popcorn. Your dad continues to swear under his breath and pound on the TV with his fist. He fumbles with the antenna and the television gradually comes back to life.

“There we go,” he says, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and finding his way back to his spot beside you on the sofa.

I repeat. This is John Turner with Channel 4 News. For anyone that is just now tuning in.. Today we have received new information from the local police department on “The Silent Creeper” who has yet striked again.

“Are they still trying to find that crazy man killing all of those women?”

“Last I heard he was about 10 miles from here.”

“10 miles?!”

You can’t hear reporter John at this point, with your parents going back and forth, “Shhh!”

The three of you stare at the TV, in need of answers. Someone hands the reporter a vanilla folder.

“I will now read the statement that the police department has released.”

“To the townspeople, we want to make everyone aware that our team is working diligently to capture the criminal that has continued to terrorize the surrounding areas for the past 3 years, but whom has now reached our town as well. The Silent Creeper was last seen in our town on Friday night.”

You hear your mom gasp. “Oh my God! Friday was prom night!”

“Mom!”

“He assaulted a victim with a deadly weapon and attempted to strangle her with a telephone cord, only to be startled when the cord sparked as the victim was still alive. Realizing that he had not succeeded, he fled the scene. Unfortunately, we had not been able to arrive on scene in time enough to catch him from the time the victim called the station.”

“As each day passes, we are getting closer to putting The Silent Creeper to an end. In addition, we were able to get a brief description from the victim. He is a fair-skinned male standing at about or around 6 feet tall with black hair, medium length. Long enough to touch the base of his neck along with bangs that cover his eyebrows. He is said to have large hands and a slim figure, carrying a knife blade. He is also known to have a hair fetish, collecting samples of head hair from his victims.”

“We ask that everyone locks their doors and windows. Please leave at least one light on in your home that can be visible in the front section of your home, as well as your front porch light. We advise that no one goes out at night unaccompanied. We highly recommend that no one leaves their homes past 10 p.m. whether accompanied or not, until we catch this criminal. Should you have any dire reason to leave your home past those hours, please call the station before doing so.”

“Lastly, we ask that everyone remains calm but stay alert and aware of your surroundings. Please do not answer your doors for anyone late at night, unless you are expecting a visitor. We are currently working on a sketch of the criminal and plan to release it by tomorrow afternoon. Should anyone have any information regarding this case, please give the station a call.”

“Well, there you heard it. Stay safe out there, folks. This is John Turner with Channel 4 News, signing off.”

There’s a brief moment of silence, and the program shuts down. Leaving the TV screen in a color coded background. Your mouth is agape, not believing that the town you grew up in is now not safe. The one place that you called your home, is now a prison.

“He was here?” you slip.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” your mother says with a pokerface.

“Honey, don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine,” your father responds almost nonchalantly.

“Don’t worry?! Everything is going to be fine? There is a murderer out on the loose and that could have been OUR daughter! She was out all night for prom with Jin!”

Your head begins to throb with a slight pain, hearing your parents constant bickering. You place the popcorn bowl on the couch and get up to walk towards the stairs, but stop in your tracks and rub your temples with the tips of your fingers.

“Yeah, at the school! That’s why Taehyung escorted them both! At least we are well aware of what the hell is going on in this damn town so we can be prepared!”

“Oh, it’s just so easy for you to brush this off because you are too wrapped up in that... that job of yours to be concerned about your own child’s safety!”

“I don’t have to put up with this! If it makes you feel any better, I do care about Y/N’s safety! She is MY daughter.”

“Well if you care, Carl. Start acting like it!”

You finally crack. “ENOUGH!”

Both of your parents snap towards you.

“Can you both please just stop? It doesn’t make the situation any better with you two arguing.” You pause for a brief moment, recollecting your thoughts.

“Dad, it’s okay if you’re scared. I know your my father and I know you feel obligated to protect me. But I want you to know that I know you’re human. I know you aren’t invincible. And there’s nothing wrong with being scared.”

They both look at each other then drop their heads low.

“Mom, I don’t want you to worry yourself to death. Dad’s right, I was with Jinnie and Taehyung on prom night. And nothing happened. Maybe it’s for a reason. We just have to believe that everything will be okay. At least we know now what we should be aware of and what to do to protect ourselves. I love you both.”

Your dad looks up and walks towards you, with your mother following behind him.

“We love you more, pumpkin.” He states with open arms, embracing you with a hug filled with love. You mother joins the two of you, wrapping her arms around you both.

Meanwhile, Taehyung sits in the dark, at his kitchen table, sipping coffee. He stares into space. Today’s newspaper article sits in front of him on the table, with the headline that reads:

THE SILENT CREEPER STRIKES AGAIN!

He knows he’s fucked. He sips the last swig of his coffee, rises from his seat, and angrily throws the mug at the wall ahead him, the ceramic pieces shattering onto the cold tile.

His fingers find the newspaper, and he tears it apart. Paper pieces landing on the ground. Rage fills his being and he lets out an absurd growl, while pounding on the kitchen cabinets. He runs his hands through his dark mullet, replaying Friday night over and over again in his head.

After coming home that night and releasing his tension, he was alone and he knew it. He needed another rush. Something to get him going. Something to get you off of his mind, because you were all he could think about.

So, what did I do wrong? What is happening to me? What if they catch me? Numerous questions continue to run through his mind. He had been doing this for over 3 years. Why would it all end now?

He's like an expert at this. If he gets caught now, that means all of his work meant nothing. All those times, he had elaborate plans and every one fell through perfectly. So what is the difference now?

He rests his hands on the counter with his arms extended all the way out. Sweat trickles down his forehead as his breathing calms down. The kitchen is filled with silence, leaving a ringing noise in his ears when suddenly it stops as his eyes trail up and through his kitchen window.

The blinds to the window in your room were open, and he could see you. Then it finally hit him, it was like a light-bulb flicked on with an idea in his head. He realizes that he can’t function because of you. You are a distraction. You are ruining his ways. And it is in this moment, Taehyung realizes that he has to kill you tonight.

Before he gets caught for good.

You remember your last night on Earth as if it were yesterday, literally. It wasn’t until you felt an unbearable stinging sensation on your neck that you had awaken from your deep sleep. You felt a warm liquid pooling from your throat, delaying your breathing. Your eyes shot open, and there was Taehyung Kim towering over you. Small spurts of blood shot onto him, covering his cheeks, chin, and forehead.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. It was him. The man you called your neighbor for so many years. Whom you trusted your entire life. You would have never guessed that it was him all along. That he’s The Silent Creeper.

The shine of the moonlight reflected off of his knife, as he held it up. With a hungry force, he plunges the knife into your abdomen. Completely taking your breath away. As much as you tried to fight, you couldn’t.

He had you pinned down with his thighs. You couldn’t move or scream. His large, cold hand covered your mouth to conceal any noises you attempted to make. He removes the blade from you and plunged into you again, causing you to choke. You gather up enough strength to claw at his biceps with your nails, only to fail because of the jacket that conceals his arms.

It was useless.

You knew that it was over. You were going to die. You try opening your mouth to question him. To beg him to stop what he was doing. To probe him as to why he was doing this.

Had I done something wrong? Did I say something wrong? What could cause him to kill me? Why would he want to kill me?

But the last plunge into your tummy makes your hands drop. Noticing this, he drops the knife on the floor and busies himself by cutting a portion of your hair.

Bringing it to his nose to take a lengthy wauf of it, he inhales deeply into his lungs. Your vision blurs as you lose consciousness. You attempt to grab him again, only being able to reach his right cheek. You wanted to scratch his face, to dig into his flesh in hopes that he would makes enough noise to awaken your parents.

But you didn’t have the strength. Unfortunately your hand could only caress him instead. Something you did not want to do. Your hand slowly lost its control as it slid down from his face, to his chest, then to his abdomen, and finally plopped onto his thigh.

Your breathing stopped, but your eyes remained open. You can no longer move, not even a finger. That’s when you knew you were dead. It was strange at first. When you realized you were no longer looking up into his eyes.

Instead, you were watching him from above. Like a birds view.

Where am I? Why am I not lying in bed? I mean, I am still in bed but it’s like I’m floating in the air, staring at my body lying in bed.

You watch Taehyung as he observes your body drenched in a pool of blood, that continues to soak your bed sheet. He simply sits there, tilting his head left and right and caressing your cheek.

“Why couldn’t you just stay out of my way?”

He takes another sniff of your luscious locs in his hand. What does he mean by that? How was I in his way? You attempt to reach out to him but nothing happens. You have no arms, no hands, no fingers. Nothing. You were just there. The fact that you’re dead and can no longer defend yourself, let alone stop him, pissed you off.

“Now look at you. My work here is done.”

His work? What?

He may be “done” with whatever it is he’s talking about, but you weren’t. And you were going to make sure of it. Once you figure out how you can control what’s happening to you. You take a moment to accept what’s already happened.

So why now? You hadn’t even begun to start your life. Graduation was this week, and you couldn’t even make it! And Jin? You can’t imagine how devastated he would be once he finds out you’re dead, murdered actually. Is there anyway you could see him for just one last time?

All you want is to see his gorgeous face light up as his plump, pink lips curl up into the brightest smile that could blind anyone that looks his way. It hurts you to know that you couldn’t even say goodbye. Or just a simple I love you. Just one more time. You needed him, and you know if he could have been there for you to save the day then he would have done so and much more.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you noticed Taehyung lifts himself off of you, planting his feet on the floor of your room. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and cracks his neck. What is wrong with him? How could one be so cruel? You always saw him to be such a gentleman. Guess you never really knew him all along.

Taehyung kneels down to grab his knife, and quietly sneaks out of your room. You can’t believe that he manages to escape, without a trace. Without anyone knowing what has happened. Only you knew who killed you. You knew who The Silent Creeper is, and there’s nothing you could do about it.

You can’t stop him. You can’t just call the police station to let them know: “Hey guys! You know that creepy guy that’s been killing all those women? Yeah, The Silent Creeper. He’s actually my neighbor. Oh, how do I know? Because he killed me!”

You’re filled with a grand amount of anguish just thinking about it. Your killer walks free as if nothing has happened, as if he didn’t just stab and slice you to your death. You want to scream, fight, hell maybe even just pound on something. But you can’t. You’re stuck “here,” whatever “here” is.

And you want out. You want to end his life. Just as he ended yours. But you won’t back down, not until he gets what he pays for. Even if it takes to haunt him for the rest of his life.

He will pay.

I’ve got to get out of here. You attempt to walk, knowing that you can’t yet you try anyway. But instead of actually moving, you find a way to float down, so now you’re eye-level with your surroundings - as if you were actually walking. Your essence floats throughout the room. You focus your direction towards your room door and just like that you float straight through it and now you’re on the other side.

You continue to float, making your way to your parents room, just so you could see them one last time. You find them sound asleep. The anguish slowly dissipates, and now there’s an overwhelming feeling of gloom. You didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. Your mother lays there on her side, as you watch her chest heave.

Your father on the right side lies on his back, snoring with his mouth open. You approach your mother closer, and try yet again to touch. Just to see if she could feel your presence. You reach out to her, hopefully that you could feel her and her hair strands rise up into the air. She shifts tosses over in the bed; and you immediately let her strands go, afraid that you might awaken her.

I love you mom. I love you dad.

After leaving your parents room, you guide yourself downstairs and through the front door. Then, the world you see from your perspective is revealed. It’s quiet, cold. Everything just seems blue. And there are others like you. Ghosts, souls, spirits, or whatever you call them. They float through the night. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. It’s almost like another world.

Where am I? Is this where people go when they die? If so, what is “this” called?

Faint whispers echo around you. You can’t quite hear what is being said or who is saying it. Then a sudden voice from behind scares you.

“Hey.”

You’re startled to find a spirit within your path. She was beautiful, but she seemed young. Maybe just as you or younger.

“Hi?”

“My names Katie. And you?”

You continue to observe your surroundings, noticing you both are now the only ghosts in plain sight.

“My name is Y/N. Where exactly am I?”

She clears her throat, attempting to speak.

“Well, you’re in the Spirit World as we call it.”

Your eyes widen. Spirit World? Seriously, what the hell is going on?

“I don’t understand. Why am I here? I mean.. I know that I died, but.. why here? Why do I have to be here?”

She watches you in concern, gathering up the correct words to explain.

“Please, come with me. I will tell you as we float.”

Katie leads you on the way down the road of the town. She explains that souls wander Earth when they haven’t been rested. In your case, your soul was not rested because someone murdered you. She also made it clear that throughout time, you’ll find yourself shifting into different ambiences, usually replaying old memories or high peaks during your previous life; or sometimes shifting due to something deeper - such as a premonition. You also learned that she’s 18, just like you.

“Well, if that’s true then were you murdered?” You question her, curious to know as if any more information would make you grow more at ease.

“Yes, I actually was.” She whispers, barely audible.

“Do you also know who your killer is?” She grows silent. You almost take it as a sign that she wouldn’t answer you.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me.” You plead, feeling a slight bit of guilt.

“It’s.. it’s okay. It was my mother that murdered me.”

Your jaw drops, and you immediately feel a thousand times worse for even asking.

“Katie.. I-I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine how you feel. How long has it been?”

“18 years.”

You’re confused as you ask, “18 years? But you said you’re 18?”

“Oh, silly me. I also forgot to mention that in the Spirit World, you don’t age.”

It all makes sense now. Which brings you to yet another question.

“Well, how come you’re still here? I mean, after all those years. I’m sure that we don’t just die to be stuck in the world we once were in, right?”

“That is true, but from meeting others like us, I’ve learned that the reason why souls like mine end up trapped is because our killer is still alive. And in my case, my mother is still alive, even though she’s been captured for her crime many years ago.”

You both re-approach the street where your house sits next to Taehyung’s. Then, immediate thought hits you. What if he gets caught? Then what? I’ll still be stuck here? I don’t want to be here forever. I want peace. Everlasting peace. You attempt to probe Katie with more questions, but as soon as your mouth parts, all you can grasp is that your surroundings are swiftly changing, as if you’re slipping into a different atmosphere.

“Shit, Katie! Everything is changing! What do I do?”

“It’s okay. Remember? It’s totally normal! You’ll be fine. I promise.”

Everything around you dissipates, until there is absolutely nothing left. You watch as your home vanish piece by piece before your eyes. Your mouth flies agape, paired with that feeling of somber again. Your cries can’t be heard, as you helplessly reach out to the place you once called home. The one place you don’t want to leave. Everything you’ve ever felt and experienced was in that house. As the last remaining portion of your home dissolves, you immediately feel yourself being pulled down into a vacuum. It’s pitch black.

No air, no light, no humans, no spirits, just pure blackness. The feeling of a wet substance under you causes you to look down. Water? Your eyes trail up ahead of you, and you’re stunned to find Taehyung yet again. He looked as if he was in a rush. He removed his jacket, flannel, boots, and jeans.

Hurriedly throwing his belongings into the washer. He bends down to grab a box of baking soda, pouring copious amounts on his clothes, and slamming the washer door shut. The atmosphere ascends, slowly piecing itself together. A few blinks later and you realize that you’re in the basement of his home. He rushes up the stairs and slams the basement door shut, locking it. You continue to observe the area.

Your attention is caught by a small area behind you in the corner. You lightly float to the spot and pull the light metal beads that hang from the light which sits above you. The light flicks on, and you’re instantly taken away. It’s an entire wall of newspaper articles about The Silent Creeper and photos of numerous women that were reported missing and/or bodies have been found.

You scan through each report, only to find that all of them had things in common. They were stabbed to death, with patches of their hair missing. You also noticed for each photo he had of every victim, their wads of hair were attached to them.

Are these all of the women he’s killed? If so, then why? What possesses him to commit such horrid acts?

Then you noticed your photo, along with your hair attached to it. Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud thud from above.

Curious to know, you move up the stairs and through the basement door. You float through his home, searching for the source of the noise you heard. You make a slight left turn after passing the kitchen, and gently walk down the hall. You hear faint sounds coming from the room at the end of the hallway.

Ones that sounded like… moans.

The door slightly cracked, you peeked through the small space that granted you access to see. Taehyung plops onto his bed, and you’re startled when you see he’s furiously pumping his erect member.

“Ugh, Y/N.”

You stop dead in your tracks when he mentions your name. Are you kidding me? He kills me just a few minutes ago, and now he’s moaning my name while jacking off?! That’s it! I’ve had enough! That feeling of rage courses throughout your spirit, and you forcefully enter the room he’s in, before thinking of what you are doing.

Taehyung hears a slight creak from the door and feels a gush of wind washing through him. His eyes immediately snap open and he flinches. Goosebumps appear on his arms. He stares into the space where the door is and looks like he’s seen a ghost, literally. He notices that the door is open – more than what he originally positioned it.

Did the door just move on it’s own? He thinks to himself.

Oh shit, you thought. Can he see me?

He quickly pulls his white undergarment over his member, and slowly walks toward the door. You simply stand there, shocked at what just happened. He treads through you and peeks down the hallway. His deep voice resonates within the home.

“Hello?”

Nothing and no one responds.

“Is anyone there?”

Still no response. He takes this as a sign and steps back into the room, shutting the door behind him. He walks through you again and falls back onto the bed, removing his tight fitted briefs staring at the door. Cock springing free, he bends his arm in a “V” shape and rests it behind his head.

His fingers find his cock again and he pumps slowly. Pre-cum dripping from within his tip, creating a squelching noise as he continues to pump. You can’t help but feel uncomfortable watching your killer masturbate. But, you have to admit that he does look hot.

After all, he’s a guy. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive. Of course, you always thought he was. But, that’s besides the point. You shake your thoughts off, and focus on the real reason as to why you’re here. Which brings you to more questions…

Why am I here? What am I to do to him? If I couldn’t physically touch him, how could I ever hurt him? How am I supposed to kill him? Do I even want to kill him? I just want all of this to end already. I need answers, but most of all I need Seokjin. I have to find a way to get to him.

Maybe I could write a note or something. To tell him I miss him and love him, and that even though I’m gone, I will never forget him. But how could I do that? If no one can see me, feel me, or touch me, how could I ever say goodbye to Jin who was once my boyfriend?

“Ahh, baby. Fuuuck, cumming.”

You’re interrupted by the sounds of Taehyung moaning again. Your gaze trails over to him on the bed, pumping furiously as streams of white sperm gush from his throbbing member. He moans your name over and over again as if it were a chant. You’re disgusted and amused all at the same time.

You simply cannot comprehend how he could jack off after murdering someone. He’s seriously sick. If he just killed you, why would he moan your name as he orgasms? It just doesn’t make sense. You can’t take seeing anymore of him, as you’re convinced he’s mentally ill. No person with benevolence would do such a thing.

Let me out of here! I have to see my boyfriend. Please! I just need to see him.

Once again, the atmosphere deteriorated. Gradually shifting the ambience.

The world pieced itself together once again, and here you are standing in the gym entrance of your high school. The sound of music booming from inside, students standing in line waiting to enter the building, and roars emanating from cars entering the parking lot.

Prom night? But... why am I here?

You stand there dumbfounded. Then the sight of you and Jin walking with arms interlinked catches your attention.

You wouldn’t want to spend your prom night with anyone else other than your boyfriend Seokjin Kim. You were attired in a hot pink satin dress, with ruffles at the bottom and on the shoulders paired with the white corsage. Your hair was curled in the most bounciest way. Jin stood tall, wearing a black and white tuxedo along with a hot pink bow tie, rocking his signature dirty blonde mullet.

Before entering the schools gymnasium, you look back to find Taehyung’s stationwagon is still parked at the entrance. He waves you both off. Jin nudges your arm to get your attention.

“Babe, look!”

You both stare at how well everything came together. Admiring the streamers and disco balls hanging throughout the gym, the confetti scattered over the floor, and the heart pounding bass of Wham! playing.

“Woah, the school committee really did an amazing job!”

Jin spies the area where the photographer is taking photos of each couple in front of a backdrop.

“Hey, let’s go get our picture taken!” he pulls you along with him, almost making you tumble.

On the other side, Taehyung still stands in the same spot from when you last saw him. He takes a deep breath while making his way into the automobile, closing the door shut. He rests his head on the steering wheel.

If only I could have her instead of that douche bag of a boyfriend she has.

He sits there contemplating on his next move. What should he do? Should he stay here? Or should he leave then return an hour later? He needs to blow off some steam, and being here another second is not helping him at all. He slips the key in the ignition and pushes the gas pedal with his foot, taking off into the night.

After releasing his tension at home, he still felt like something was missing. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and he needed so desperately for it to stop. And he needed it to stop now. He hopped back in his stationwagon to scout for his next victim. Several minutes later and he finds a ranch on a farm.

He parks his car, and reaches under the seat to grab his infamous knife. He exits the vehicle and pops the trunk to acquire a tire iron then hikes up the trail towards the home. It was a small home, and no lights were on. He assumed whoever was inside may have been asleep, noticing a car parked in the driveway.

Gripping the tire iron firmly, he makes his way toward the back of the home to find an entrance inside. To his luck, he finds a back door and smashes the lock with the tire iron, prying the door open. He quietly steps inside and just when he thinks he’s got things under control. An older female flicks the kitchen light on, startling Taehyung.

“Shit,” he drops the tire iron on the floor.

The woman lets out a piercing screech and rushes over to reach the rotary phone on the wall.

“Hey! Get back here!”

Ignoring his commands, she grasps the phone, yet it slips between her fingers as Taehyung races toward her and plunges her against the wall with his body, pulling her away from the phone and against him. He wraps his arms around her, holding her still.

“No! No, please don’t! No, I don’t want to die, please!” The woman sobs, as her fingers graze across Taehyung’s jacket.

“Now, now don’t worry. It’s okay. Shh, shhh..” Taehyung whispers, caressing her face as he slips his other hand into his pocket to obtain his clippers.

“Please don’t hurt me, I promise I won’t say anything!”

Taehyung chops a wad of the woman’s hair, taking in a quick sniff before stuffing it into his pocket along with the clippers. The woman gathers enough strength to kick Taehyung in the knee. He groans at the pain and releases his grasp around her.

“Ahhh, fuck! You bitch!”

He limps to the tire iron and lunges it toward the woman’s head, causing her to drop on the floor of the kitchen. She lies there with a small gash to the head, blood slowly streaming down her face.

Taehyung bends over to pick up the phone that was hanging on the ground. He kneels down to lift the woman up, wrapping the cord around her throat.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you off that easily.”

Despite her breathing, he pulls the cord tighter around her throat, attempting to strangle her to ensure she was dead. And out of nowhere a powerful spark emits from the cord and the woman’s eyes shoot open. Taehyung bounces up on his feet and stares in awe, the woman gradually awakens and coughs, using her arms to prop herself up on the floor.

She turns her gaze to him, getting one glance before he storms off into the night. He bolts down the trail, panting, and nearly out of breathe. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His plans never failed. His fingers shaking, he fumbles around in his jacket pocket to get the car keys so he can open the door.

Moments later, he’s speeding down the road, en route to the high school.

Someone had clearly spiked the punch, because after a few cups, you and Jin suddenly became hornier than usual. And after a few dances, it really set the mood. “Careless Whisper” started playing. It was your favorite song and he knew it.

“Come on Jinnie, dance with meeee.” You whined, pulling on his arm.

“Babe, I’ll be right back I promise okay? I have to pee really bad.”

“Pinky promise?”

“I pinky promise.”

“Bring me back more punch!”

He smiles at you and blows a kiss, walking away to the boys restroom.

You couldn’t believe that you didn’t notice this that night. But Jin never went to the restroom. Your spirit follows him as he sneaks out of the gym door, and entered the hallway of the school. He kept looking back, to make sure no one was following or watching him.

At the end of the hall, he makes a left turn. And enters one of the classrooms, shutting the door behind him. It was Mr. Hopper’s chemistry class. What’s he doing in there? You’re startled when you peek through the window of the door. He was inside with another girl.

You float inside the room to find that he was making out with her. Oh my God! He cheated on me with Jessica Jefferson?! The rudest, blondest bitch of the school. She runs the clique with other mean bitches and they always torment freshman.

That familiar feeling of rage fills you. You’d been dating Jin since junior year. Everything was perfect. I mean, sure you both had arguments here and there. But you both were inseparable. You were convinced that you’d spend the rest of your life with him.

Is this why I’m here? To see that he cheated on me?

You decided to leave the classroom and check on your human self. You remembered sitting on the bleachers of the gym, waiting for your boyfriend to return. You also remembered seeing Taehyung through the door of the gym entrance. You waved at him at first, with a bright smile. But, he didn’t wave back. He simply stood there, eyeing you like a hawk.

It was such an uncomfortable feeling. You awkwardly look over to the students dancing, to try and break the eye contact. After a few beats, you look back to see if he’s still standing there but he wasn’t. Just like that, he was gone. Why was he watching you? More importantly, how long was he standing there watching you until you noticed? You never understood why. That is, until now.

"Boo!”

You screamed as your boyfriend startled you from your trance.

You shove him on his arm. “Asshole! Why would you do that?”

“I’m sorry, babe. Just thought it would be funny.” Your expression gives it away, as you continue looking at the door Taehyung was standing behind.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. Let’s just go.” You grab Seokjin’s hand.

“Hey, I know the perfect place.” You stare into his almond-shaped eyes, admiring the way they curl as he smiles.

You follow yourself as Jin drags you to the boys locker room.

Although, you’re still curious to know why you’re back at prom night, this day merely now a memory. You watch as the being that was once you, straddled Jin on the bench before the lockers. Your tongues dancing with each other.

He supports your back with his hands, running down to your waist. Your fingers tugging through the thick strands of his mullet, while your hips grind onto his erect member that hides underneath his suit. Gushes of arousal coat your panties.

“Mmm, babe. I’m so horny for you,” Jin moans.

He plants kisses along your jaw, your head falls back taking in the nostalgic feeling all awhile simultaneously laughing. The alcohol clearly in your system. You bring yourself up to whisper in his ear.

“Let me suck you off, baby.”

You stand up to give him room to remove his trousers and briefs in one go. His cock is rock hard, sprouting up and free. You bend over to drop a line of spit on his cock, using your hand to spread it all over his shaft. He hisses at the feeling of your warms hands massaging his member.

“You’re so hard, Jinnie.” You giggle as you let yourself down on your knees. You tease him, first giving his tip a few kitten licks before opening your mouth wide enough to fit his thick cock inside. You enclose your mouth around him, gaining another moan.

He watches you from above, teeth grazing against his bottom lip.

“Yes, Feels... so good.”

His hips buck, moving to the rhythm of your mouth. You use his thighs as leverage. Moans escape you as he continues his pace, sliding his lengthy cock against the soft texture of your tongue. Saliva trailing from your mouth onto his member, and back toward you sliding down your chin and neck.

Jin places his hand on the back of your head to push his cock further down your throat.

“Fuck.. Just like that. Don’t fucking stop.”

The gargling sound of your spit echoes throughout the room. The stretch your throat feels from his cock causes your eyes to water, making it difficult to keep them open.

“Look at me, babe.”

You follow his commands and look up at him. The sight of you stuffed full of him in your mouth along with watery eyes is nearly enough for him to climax all over your face. The burn in your lungs to breathe approaches. You graze your nails rapidly against his thighs hoping he would get the memo. Thankfully, he pulls out the way out.

You let go of his cock with the sound of a pop, taking a deep inhale to regain your breathing back. You look up at him while pumping his cock in your palm.

“Jinnie.. do you love me?”

His eyes widen at your question.

“Are you kidding? Of course I love you, baby. You’re my everything.” He wipes away the tear that falls from your eye, still gathering your breath together from the deepthroating session. With a lustful look in your eyes, you plead,

“Show me, then.” His lips curl into that gorgeous smile. He guides you up on your feet.

“Bend over,” he commands. You support your weight on the bench with your arms, doing as he tells you so. You feel your dress being lifted up. His fingers trace along the shape of your vulva, feeling the dampened material.

“How horny are you, baby?”

“Mmm so horny. Please just show me already.”

His fingers find the seam of your panties, pulling them all the way down until the drop to the floor. He licks to the pads of his fingers and rubs them along your folds.

“Wow, so wet. Just how I like it.”

Your pussy pulses, aching to feel his cock inside of you. A small groan leaves your lips.

“You want me baby?” He coos while brushing his soaked member across your drenched folds.

“Yes, please. Need your cock.”

His hand grips your waist while the other eases himself in you. The bulbous tip stretching your lips, causing you to whine. Your wet coats his cock as a lubricant as he pushes in further, making it easy to slip in all the way.

He uses his remaining hand to place on your waist and he completely bottoms you out.

“Fuck, Jinnie!”

“I love you, baby.” He pulls out of you completely and rams back all the way in, balls deep inside your pussy, making you buck forward and your mouth to fly open with a gasp.

“I love you too... Oh my gosh, so deep.”

Your arms reaches around to push him back, attempting to ease his pace, but he slams harder into you. You claw his thigh with your nails, in response. The pain of him pounding himself deep inside you, hitting your cervix combined with the pleasure of your walls being stimulated leaves you in a state of reverie.

“Mmm, I love your pussy and how tight you are around me. Wanna make you cum all over my cock, babe. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes! I can, baby.”

Jin picks up the pace, literally hammering into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass, mixed with your moans, ricochet off of the walls. He licks the pad of his fingers and reaches down to rub your clit in circles. Applying just the right amount of pleasure.

Your spirit continues to watch, remembering that prom night was not only the last time you’d saw your boyfriend but it was also the last time you both had sex with each other. You miss the way he felt inside of you. He filled every bit of you and never failed to please you in the most sensual way. He always made sure you orgasmed before him.

“Oh, Jinnie... I’m cumming, baby!”

“Yeah? Cum all over my cock, babe. There you go...” Your walls pulse rapidly around his length and your body trembles below him. The constant contractions of your kitty around Jin causes him to twitch inside of you.

“Oh, babe! Fuck..” His cock shoots streams of his warm jizz, coating your inner walls white. He holds himself inside, making sure to bury his seed deep within your core. Your legs still shaking, he holds you to support you up from your orgasm still washing over you as thick ropes of his cum oozes out of your pulsing core. He bends over to whisper.

“Do you believe me now?”

Funny that he asked me that in the moment. Because I actually believed him. I really loved him. And I thought he loved me too. So, why would he do this to me? He continued acting like nothing ever happened. He lied to me. He never went to get punch. Would he even care that I died? What am I supposed to feel like now?

That familiar feeling of rage returns again, and you storm out of the lockers room. This time, you decide to find your way to Taehyung. Maybe you can get an answer as to why he was staring at you.

You find him sitting in his stationwagon, in the parking lot of the school, frozen. A million questions run through his mind. He’s lost, and he knows he’s doomed for good. Gently floating inside, you sit in the passengers seat. His hands are nervously rubbing his thighs up and down.  As if, he were afraid of something. Then you’re shocked to hear him speak.

“I have to kill her... but when? And how? What if I try and things don’t work out just like tonight. What will happen then? Was this a sign?”

His fingers trail through his mullet, and he keeps looking back.

“Fuck! I don’t know what to do. Don’t know what to do.”

He was talking about me? Wasn’t he?

“She’ll never accept me for who I am. I just want her. Want her so bad. Why can’t I just have her, God? Why?!”

Was he into me this whole time? Is that why he killed me? Because he somehow thought we could be together?

As time went on, you still roamed the Earth as a spirit. The sketch of The Silent Creeper had been released, and it wasn’t long until everyone figured out it was none other than Taehyung Kim. The town constantly tortured him. Kids threw eggs at his home windows, others threw rocks at his car, and some teenagers spray painted on his garage door:

MURDERER LIVES HERE

But you were there for him through it all. The night he’d found out that you were here all along, startled him. Even though it was part of his plan. There was a sense of pride that filled him, knowing that it had worked. But as the days came and went for some reason, you felt drawn to him. You thought at first maybe it was because of pity, but it was something that pulled you in closer. That made you more vulnerable. Maybe it was the sex? As the weeks went by, you both continued having sex with each other. You never thought it was even possible to have sex as a ghost, but here you are yet again.

“Oh fuck, baby.. yes! Just like that, Y/N. Don’t stop.” Taehyung moans as you continue to ride his cock. From his point of view, it literally looks like he’s fucking air. But his eyes are closed, as all he can imagine is your tits bouncing up and down, your head falling back with lips parted, relishing in the way his cock feels filling up your walls. He feels the warm, wet of your arousal clenching tight around him. He uses the palm of his hand to grip your hips, helping to guide you up and down on his cock.

He feels your walls suddenly escaping from him, and he frowns. Looking down at his throbbing, stiff member. Then a warm slick feeling encases his cock, and traces of saliva are visible. He throws his head back after realizing you’re sucking him off. His fingers reach out into the air, wanting to find where your hair is so that he can feel you. A small smirk appears on his face when his fingers are finally entangled in your mane.

It’s smooth, silky, and feels like Heaven between his fingers. He tightens his grip, pushing your head further down onto his cock. He watches as his member leaks of pre-cum, mixed with your arousal and saliva. The mixture streaming all the way down to his balls. He’s on the verge of cumming any moment now. He feels the texture of your tongue along the underside of his shaft, moving down to his testicles. Your nails gently grazing across his thighs, leaving behind a small trace of scratches.

His breathing hitches, as he feels himself near his orgasm. You hold his cock in your throat, swallowing him whole and you take this chance to hum. Your vocal cords vibrating around his cock. The sensation deep within the pit of his groin bursts. His eyebrows furrowing together at how intense his orgasm feels.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

The muscles of his pelvic area tenses up, his cum shooting into streams down your throat. He watches as it disappears into thin air. He knows you’ve swallowed his seed. He sighs of relief, completely satiated of his hungry desire for you. That is, for now. Chills run through him as he feels your lips pressing against his. His eyes naturally closing.

What feels like your hands gripping his arms, caressing his sides, makes him melt within your touch. He reaches his hand up, caressing what feels like your cheek. He doesn't want to stop kissing you. He’s waited for what felt like an eternity for this. In an instant, you pull away. Watching him as his eyes slowly open.

How have I come to fall in love with a murderer?

Taehyung’s confession on prom night had continued playing itself over in your thoughts. Leading up to now, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him ever since. After thinking of the first time when you visited him, and he saw the door open when no one was physically there, you contemplated visiting him again. It was the first time you both had sex, ever. Well more specifically with you as a ghost.

Just as before, he was in his room masturbating. This time he was fully naked and his door was opened wide. He was a lot more lanky than you thought, with a faintly visible six pack. His hand slithered up and down his shaft, and small moans escaped from him. You actually loved the sight of him getting off. It’s pretty hot.

You had taken the chance to show him you’re here, just as he always wanted. It was that day you learned Taehyung isn’t able to exactly see you, but he can feel you. As if you are actually there, in the spirit. Either way, the sex was like no other. He even told you that he was ready to die, just so that he could actually be with you. Not only to feel you, but to see you. Touch you physically. You being there as a ghost was like a hallucination for him, and he knew eventually he would grow tired of not being able to see your face as you writhe underneath him.

Your parents immediately moved out of state after finding out who The Silent Creeper really is. They were completely stunned. Before moving, your dad quit his job. On the contrary, your mother couldn't move on. After all, she was the one that found your body mutilated in your bedroom. It became so horrifying for her that her doctor ordered her off to a licensed therapist.

Things were bad. Really bad. Seokjin appeared at your funeral. After it was over, you followed him home. He was so full of rage that he completely tore down his entire room. Ripping off the wallpaper that once decorated his walls,  cracking his vinyls in half that he had tucked away under his bed, until he came to a specific one. It was for “Careless Whisper” by George Michael.

He pops the vinyl into the record player, and sets himself on his bed as the songs begins.

“Should've known better than to cheat a friend And waste the chance that I'd been given So I'm never gonna dance again The way I danced with you”

Tears stream down his cheeks, and he covers his face. His sobs can be heard throughout the room. You observe as his back rises up and down from his heavy crying. You wish that you could kiss him and slap him at the same time. You wish he never cheated on you, and you wish you never died. Maybe it would hurt less not knowing he did such a thing.

After sex with Taehyung, you decide to visit your home again, wanting to bathe in the memories there. But something has caught your attention. Just as you floated outside, four police cars were parked in the street in front of Taehyung’s home. They were all armed with their guns, aiming at the front door.

One officer had a megaphone, calling Taehyung out of his home.

“On the count of three, we ask that you please come out with your hands up in the air! Should you try to harm anyone, we will have no other choice but to open fire.”

You watch as Taehyung cracks the door open slowly and exits with his hands in the air. Then, he stops, quickly reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out his bowie knife. You’re shocked at the action, but he had been at the end of his ropes with everything. And just like that, the officers open fire.

Piercing his body with bullets, and one going straight though his forehead. His body grows limp, falling into his knees and the weapon drops to the ground. Taehyung falls face forward onto his lawn.

The environment shifts again, and you’re blinded by the color white. Holding your hands up to cover your eyes, trying to escape the brightness that causes your eyes to shut closed. Then the sudden sound of a deep voice captures your attention.

“Do you wish to repent your sins before me?”

Looking down, you carefully open your eyes and notice that you’re able to see yourself, your hands, skin, feet, toes, everything. Standing above you is the Almighty, a bright source of light that is still difficult for your eyes to adjust to.

I must have been sent to my judgment.

You hear numerous cries below you, noticing the Underworld below the clouds under your feet. Lightning flashes as several fallen angels snatch souls away, sweeping them into oblivion. You’re instantly distracted by another deep, baritone voice ahead of you. Not like the previous voice you’d heard. It was a voice you found to be familiar.

“Are you calling me a sinner?”

You can barely make out the figure, but realize that the being is suddenly caught by one of the Fallen that sprung into the air down below, flying away. You hear a faint call of your name in the distance. You look down below you and spy a familiar face. It was Taehyung. 

“Y/N!” His hand reaching out toward you. A tear falls from your face watching him being pulled away from you.

The first voice you heard speaks again, directing His question to you this time.

“Do you wish to repent your sins before me?”

You turn your gaze toward the Almighty towering above you. Your eyes closed shut yet again from the light. You shake your head and slip with a slight confidence in your tone:

“No.”

a/n: aaaand that’s all everyone! can you guess what happened to Y/N after not repenting her sins? let me know in the comments! I’ve had this idea in mind for soooo long now & wanted to release it on Halloween but I’m a thousand days late pls forgive me. also pls forgive me if this is horribly edited ok it’s like 1 AM, oh & I’m wondering if I should write a sequel to this (promise it will be much more smutty smut & focus more on Y/N’s perspective) let me know in the comments if you’d like to read more! anyways, I hope you all had a fun and safe Halloween!

much love, 💜