seawitch62

[seawitch62]

Spark of creativity lit.

Flickering flickering flickering.

Onslaught of ideas.

Swarming swarming swarming.

Whirlpool of letters.

Forming, forming , forming.

Building blocks of continuity.

Hammering hammering hammering.

Lucid sentences at last are transparent.

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[seawitch62]

The Meeting.

Prism secured,  eyes trapped in her essence.

Reflective shards of allure, 

Imprint his being.

Prisoner of desire.

Imagery of pleasure 

Cloud the senses.

The flame once ignited 

Will not be doused.

Spurred by the intensity of the flame

Target within range

He advances.

Strangers no more.

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[seawitch62]

What if your fantasies became real! Too real!

Alcohol and sex mentioned

Yandere

Word count 2351

             Tulpa.

In contemporary paranormal discourse, a tulpa is a being that begins in the imagination but acquires a tangible reality and sentience. Tulpas are created either through a deliberate act of individual will or unintentionally from the thoughts of numerous people. (Novo Religio)

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"Work, study, classes" is this  what my life has become? The computer monitor silently mocks. Tapping away at the keyboard, crunching numbers, and for what? Student loans!  A degree which may or may not be beneficial. When Covid 19 hit it was decided that working from home was the prudent way to go. After all, the employee's health is important. It was fun at first then it became as mundane as any office. Locked in the apartment with no human contact, just online meetings. The classes are even online classrooms. Yes, stopping the spread of the Covid is very important but what about my sanity? The need for human interaction! Music, my solace, my constant companion. YouTube  watching music videos. This is where it all started my obsession, if you can call it that. It all started when I watched NCT 127….

Kpop opened a whole new world, I immersed myself in the culture of fandoms, and read all the fanfiction I could find. Watched all music videos countless times. Scoured YouTube for all the content that was available. Gradually a favorite emerged or bias as is the term, Taeyong the leader. Handsome and talented, what is not to like. So I researched him extensively, storing my fave photos. Basically I became my own personal expert on him. I even went to the extent of photoshopping myself into his photos.  Crazy right? What can I say I was lonely! 

🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌

🎶🎵Imaginary lovers

Never turn you down

When all the others turn you away

They're around

It's my private pleasure

Midnight fantasy

Someone to share my

Wildest dreams with me

Imaginary lover you're mine anytime

Imaginary lovers, oh yeah🎶🎵

The fantasies and stories I conceived within the realm of my own imaginary world. They kept me warm and well satisfied on many a lonely night. Even as the restrictions eased up, I found I did not want to leave my home, the security blanket of my own private Idaho kept me wrapped in contented delight. Groceries and other needed supplies delivered to my doorstep, work and classes continued from the comfort of my castle. Reality and illusion became a thin line, yes I knew where the line was drawn but still I delved deeper and deeper into my own little universe. Concocting story after story Taeyong and I are always the central characters. As time passed his personality evolved. I deviated from his  well publicized persona and developed another.  This Taeyong was mine, all mine! He in turn was devoted to me, me only! Jealous, possessive and territorial but all mine! In hindsight and what I know now, I lost the plot. Previously in the real world any guy acted this way, he was dropped in a heartbeat, but this is not real its mirage, a day dream, a trip of the mind.

🥂

One particularly gloomy cold night, sipping Sauvignon blanc and feeling very sorry for myself, I did something my sober self would never do. I posted one of my doctored photos, Taeyong and I enjoying a romantic dinner, I added a caption "who is she?" Of course I posted anonymously, giddy from the wine I consumed I watched as the fans chatted and debated, the text now blurry and out of focus due to copious amounts of alcohol I called it a night and went to bed. Never believing for a moment it would spread from the chat room I had just exited. I was wrong! 

The jackhammer in my head never let up, the talon grip of pain a constant, simply put a hangover. My own stupid fault drinking all that dry grape juice. Barely remember stumbling into bed, stomach churning, head beating like a drum. I spent most of the day in bed. Finally a reprieve in the late afternoon,  with a fuzzy head but I could hold down a cup of coffee. Progress! Shower and change a light meal feeling somewhat human again. Checking my favorite social media, my post with the photo had blown up, in fact it had gone viral! Fuck a duck! It was everywhere. "What have I done?" Besides  making  a complete fool of myself! In a panic I tried the useless, I deleted the original post, "who is she?" But it was too late so many people had shared, downloaded and uploaded to other social media sites, it was now an entity of its own. A monster made from my own drunken loneliness. It will calm down, these things always do, right? Watching in horror as the photo garnered more and more online attention. With the wave of momentum came the usual, it was fake, but something else was also gaining speed, she is so lucky, wish it was me. The fans made up scenarios that they felt suited the photo.  Inside I just wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. "What an idiot!" My only happy thought was this will die down soon. I soon discovered when something is viral it does not disappear overnight as much as I wished for it. With a life force all its own all I could do was wait it out. 

🧊

Persistent knocking at the door broke my concentration. This account I was working on had loops and bumps as if Loki himself created it. A tangled web of names and numbers with many paths. Knock knock knock. Damnit! Standing in frustration at the interruption, "maintenance? No cant be? Delivery? No? Salesperson? More likely" wish they would piss off! 

Standing by the door, peeping through the peephole, "no!?!?" I've lost it! Slowly backing away as the knocking perseveres, heart racing, palms sweaty I once again look at the determined knocker. It is Lee Taeyong's doppelganger.

🛎

Once the shock subsides, opening the door. A man the spitting image of Taeyong stands. Handsome, well dressed and smelling delightful. "Sweetheart, finally!" With a look of concern on his handsome face "I was getting worried when you didn't answer" as he strides into the small abode as if this was a common occurrence. Taeyong proceeds to wander into every room as if he is looking for something. "What are you doing?" Without blinking an eye Taeyong responded "making sure you are alone!". Stammering "who are you?" With a look of concern Taeyong gently raises his hand and runs his fingers along the puzzled frightened face "babe it's me! Are you okay?" Flinching from his touch and stepping back "I'm sorry I was drunk" mumbling trying to make some sense of the situation, seeing his baffled look "the photo".

"Photo? I have no clue what you are talking about, are you drunk?"

"What? No"

"You must be ill, you need to rest" he states with confidence.

"I… I… yes,  when you go I will".

Taeyong stares, "you need chicken noodle soup! I will be back" and with that he leaves.

Door locked and bolted, "was I punked?" That must be it! The fans found me! Maybe I'm dreaming? A nightmare! Or due to isolation my egg cracked! Nerves frayed as the body reacts with slight jerky movements. "Calm down, be real, get a grip" 

Alerts from the computer draw me back to reality. I'm logged in, I'm awake, it must be one of my daydreams! That's it.

🪀

Logging off from an arduous day of work, feet firmly now set in reality. 'Dinner time!' Knock knock knock

"No!"

"Open the door, I know you are in there" an irritated Taeyong demands. Upon opening the door there he stands takeaway bags in hand.

"Chicken noodle soup as promised" walking directly to the kitchen and setting up the table for a meal.

Staring in disbelief as he works his way around the kitchenette. Knowing the placements of everything needed. "This isn't real?" 

"Real? Yes it is babe, I got your favorites as well" he grins.

After a scrumptious dinner, Taeyong insists that he cleans up, and suggests we watch some television. Cuddling, the scent of his masculinity intoxicating, arm firmly planted around my shoulder. Laughing and commenting on the sitcom, 'they are coming to take me away hahaha' plays in my frazzled brain.

This scenario, one of my best! The sex, orgasmatic, a tender yet demanding lover who knows all the right moves, then some. Lost in the veil of reality, fantasy slowly the invading conqueror. Weeks pass, Taeyong my lover, ever thoughtful, always concerned for my well being.  The line between reality and what is not, fades, becomes obscured and slowly loses focus.

Today is a big day, a lunch, well business lunch, the powers that be, suggested a luncheon to do a face to face catch up. Basically check up on their employees. Excited to see co-workers, stupid yes, but to see real people who are not a figment of my imagination, I need it.

Parking the vehicle in my allocated parking space, it was nice to get out, take in fresh air, see people, and communicate. The food was delicious, but more importantly it knocked me back to reality. My asinine behavior has to stop. Foolish, daft fabricated reveries end now! Time to find a real flesh and blood guy, not an illusion.

With dusk, the stars shine, cuddled under a blanket on the couch watching television. Phone by my side, its lighting up like a Christmas tree, texts and incoming calls, ignoring all, the messenger of my sanity Taeyong blows up my phone.  "It's not real!" I tell myself over and over and over.

Ten thirty pm, bedtime, work tomorrow, thinking of the accounts that need my attention, with heavy eyelids, sleep.

Awoken by an erotic dream with Taeyong, I realize I'm not alone. Just as I am about to let out a scream a hand covers my mouth

"Shhh shhh babe it's okay its me"

"Taeyong?"

"Who else were you expecting?" He demands angrily.

"You are not real" yelling at my imaginary lover.

"Not real?" He states, " I will show you how real I am!"

Stretching and purring like a well satisfied cat, toast? Eggs? Bacon? The established aroma of breakfast drifts through the small yet cozy apartment. Realizing I'm bereft  of clothing, 'I was really on one last night' Hungry, I need to make breakfast. 

Someone is in the apartment! Looking for a weapon, any weapon, a stiletto, red to be exact, well, work with what you got. Armed with a red high heeled shoe, stealthy making my way to the intruder, Taeyong pops his head around the corner "great you are up, breakfast is ready"

"You"

"Who else babe"

The shoe is still positioned above my head, "I'll take that" Taeyong grins.

The food tastes real, delicious in fact. "You are not real, I can not see you anymore! I have to end this" 

Slamming the utensils on the table they hit the plate and bounced onto the floor. "I don't know what is wrong with you? But my love I am going nowhere! Do you understand me?"

His tone and facial features are set in stone. Anger that is close fury radiates from him. Why am I scared of my imaginary boyfriend? This is my dreamscape, my imaginary landscape, do not back down! 

"Its over" grabbing my handbag i decide to run from my flight of fancy.

☕

The Cafe, warm and inviting and best of all no Taeyong!

The croissant melts in my mouth and my third cup of coffee hits the spot. The waiter, a good looking guy, flirty and funny makes me laugh, something I have not done in a long time. Leaving a generous tip I head home, those accounts need my attention. Turning the key with hesitation, telling myself it's you, you have the power. The place is empty. Work, I need to get to work!

Enjoying the pizza delivered by door dash, feeling a sense of accomplishment although weary time for bed. Before dozing off, patting myself on the back for the progressive steps that I took today, slumber is welcomed.

Friday, last working day for this week, time to crunch away.

Knock knock knock

"Shit" ignore it 

Knock knock knock 

Silence 

The door opens, Taeyong, a very angry one, enters the apartment. 

"Dump me so you can flirt with the coffee shop guy?" 

Ignore him, he is not real!

"Dont ignore me!" He demands

Looking at him he looks so damn sexy today, ignore him!

"Not real not real not real" becomes my uttered mantra.

"Not real?" he roars.

"Enough! a fucking enough!"

Grabbing my hand he storms out of the apartment.

☕

The Cafe? Back at the Cafe. This time Taeyong is here. "I see your boyfriend is working"   the good looking waiter heads to our table "can't stay away huh?" Taeyong scoffs at this light humor. "Ready to order?" He enquiries, "yes a coffee, Caramel flavored and a croissant please". Scribbling down my order "and you sir?".

Wait, the waiter is taking his order, then he departs to the kitchen.

"No" 

"No"

"No"

"I've lost it completely" I must still be in the apartment. 

"You are  a figment of my loneliness"

"I am very much real, flesh and blood, and today my love I am going to prove it"

🧭

The whole day passed as if in a blur, the places the shops unknown to me previously whizz past me in an unreal whirl of sensations, a whirlwind  of disbelief. Everyone saw him, spoke to him, pinching myself, digging my nails into my palms till they bled, I could not wake up, or dissipate the illusion of him.

🌪

Nestled safely in the confines of the apartment although not alone.

"I'm going to say this just once, listen well my love, I will not tolerate your flirting, or ignoring me, you belong to me, me only, I do not share! Understood?".

Nodding.

"Now go make us dinner!".

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[seawitch62]

Mirrors, dimensions and unrequited emotions.

Word count 705

Yandere

             Dimensional Desire. 

🌌“That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.”

— H.P. Lovecraft🌌

Fragments of shattered glass litter the floor. The steel sphere of his destructive action rolls across the floor till it reaches a barrier, then silence. The once beautiful antique mirror which adorned the wall of his living space is now scattered. Anger forgotten for the moment "what?"  Eyes not believing, "that is impossible!".

Looking through the mirror frame  not comprehending what is before him, "no!" Stepping forward to investigate further "it's not real!'

Still Yunho with hesitation steps closer. What he sees, what is before him, his mind can not be assured of validity of. Curiosity drives him to investigate. Standing on a chair against the wall he peers in, amazement and wonder, "is that a motorcycle?" he whispers to himself. A force within himself impels him, stepping through the frame with agile grace, a new world greets him.

🌐

Yunho sits quietly on his sofa sipping his americano, reflecting on that moment, the moment that drove him to break that mirror, it was her. He can still hear the sound of her high heels as she walks away. "Not compatible" that is what she said!  "Compatible!" He whispers angrily. "Mind games!" Always the mind games with her. His handsome features crease with frustration, "I will show her mind games!" He smiles with wicked anticipation.

💠

From  amateur to novice till he became the master of the mirror, the new world or best described as dimension, opened many gateways, his knowledge expanded till he could explore and navigate with ease. Over time his skills improved and many pathways opened. Unlike explorers before him he did not need sea vessels, only glass. As his skill set improved more doorways revealed themselves. Over time he did not need to break the glass simply he walked through. Each new world held its own unique attraction, yes he eventually had his favourites. Some are more dangerous than others, the creatures, bizarre! Soaking in all that was laid before him, mastering skills he never had considered or conceived possible. The landscapes, some more hospitable others barren as any desert. Over the passage of time, he explored all that opened their gates to him.

Freedom was intoxicating, society and their rules be damned!

⏺

Scanning his mind palace, for the perfect location. Location location location! It has to be perfect and with easy access. " Ah, perfect," he murmurs. Now to set his plan into action.

Yunho and his conscience both agree this is for her benefit, she needs protection mostly from her own stupidity! Dumping him! That was stupid! 

👠

With fierce determination and stubborn belief that he is doing what is right and deserved, he visualizes and constructs till his plan is complete. Admiring his architectural skills, he smiles, now for the finishing touches. Interior design is another skill mastered, he laughs. Now it's time to shop. 

🍾

Sleekly like a predator stalking its prey Yunho watches her and follows. "Who is this loser?" He angrily mutters, as he observes his lady dining with a handsome stranger. Smiling! She is smiling at him! "I bet she thinks they are compatible!" He mutters sarcastically. "Soon, very soon" he whispers into the night.

"It is time" Yunho tells himself everything is ready, set and go. Her stupidity is out of control, third dinner with 'that loser!'. Watching as she eats her meal and smiles, a genuine smile, which belongs to him only. "Tonight" he states, staring at her happy face. 

Using the key she never knew existed, Yunho, like a cat burglar, enters her apartment, with purpose entering her bedroom. Her sleeping form, ' so innocent'  and gullible he thinks to himself. As her eyes open he smiles at her as he  places the chloroformed material against her face.

🔮

Yunho sits quietly sipping his americano on his sofa. His gaze is directed at the mirror framed against the wall. Standing up he heads towards the mirror, "time to visit my lady love" he chuckles.

🌐

Missing posters around the city, now tattered and torn from the elements and time, depict his lady love.

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[seawitch62]

A nice leisurely day interrupted by Mannequins.

Guest appearance by the 9th Doctor.

Sci fi horror

Word count 1339

              Autons.

🚹Autons are the living plastic foot-soldiers of a formless entity known as the Nestene Consciousness. Its affinity for and ability to animate plastics has led it to Earth many times, and into conflict with the Doctor.🚺

What an amazing day! Vernon is always a great conversationalist; his extensive knowledge and opinion on many topics keeps the dialogue flowing.  From Sci-fi to  current events he seems to always be aware of, and have an opinion. His driving skills are excellent, no gripping the door handle in anticipation of a crash. Just like a banana smoothie, smooth! Polite and cordial to everyone his calming tone when he ordered lunch at the drive thru at In and Out set the mood for our drive, and what a drive. The landscape spectacular!  The trees showing the first transformation of autumn, the leaves gently falling, and swishing across the county road. Birds singing their melodies of woe before they begin their navigational journey south. Squirrels busily collect and store food for their winter pantry. 

☀️

The sun's warmth helps keep the chill that is induced by the cool October wind, a plaid green blanket cushions, nibbling on a selection of fruit and vegetables.

Vernon quietly though with his own  brand of articulation reads 'The War of the Worlds' by H G Wells.

🌍The Coming of the Martians

Chapter One

The Eve of the War

But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be inhabited?…

Are we or they Lords of the World?…

And how are all things made for man?—

Kepler (quoted in The Anatomy of Melancholy)🌍

I always love it when he reads to me, I find it soothing and in a way romantic. Staring at the orange,  red, yellow and brown leaves rustling with the slight breeze their song adds to the ambience as Vernon reads. 

🌍No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.🌍

Lost in Vernon's narration, time passes quickly the cool afternoon air begins to seep through the armor of clothing, "we should head out" Vernon injects.  Sadly agreeing, storytime is over, packing up our belongings.

The warmth of the vehicle is welcoming, the drive is a mix of chatter and silence both lost in our thoughts. "We need gas" he says as he eyes the dashboard, "we'll check out the next exit". Nodding in affirmation, a few miles pass before 'Polymerisation next exit' "What a weird name" 

"Sure is, but we need gas"

▶️

The town of Polymerisation, one word best describes, quaint! Shops and cafes line the main street, a feeling of stepping back in time, or that time stopped. Even at the gas station an attendant filled the tank, checked the oil and washed the windscreen, "Back to the future" laughingly Vernon asks "where is Marty McFly?" Vernon suggests we try the Cafe Metis, "homemade pie" he adds with an infectious grin 

🥧

Cafe Metis, warm and welcoming the waitress cheerfully greets. The coffee freshly brewed and the pie, scrumptious!  The decor is different to say the least, Mannequins line the walls dressed in costumes or outfits that bespoke of times past. A real time machine. Vernon was of course fascinated with the bygone fashion. "Creepy" musing aloud, Vernon  laughs "they are just Mannequins". 

"Still creepy though ".

Thanking the waitress and leaving a generous tip,  exiting the Cafe, "let's take a stroll and check things out" Vernon proposes. The stillness of the air and quiet is the opposite of the city, in fact in a way it's eerily disturbing but curiosity overrides any feelings of disquiet. 

Mannequins, they seem to be in every shop, even on the streets! Outfitted in clothing from years past to present. Noticeably absent are vehicles humming to and fro and people! The street is absent of activity. "We haven't seen a soul since the Cafe!" 

Vernon who had seemed preoccupied previously "I know!"

Grabbing my hand "time to leave" he states in a no nonsense tone. "Let's get back to the car!". The vehicle in the distance illuminated by street lights seems like a sudden oasis in the desert.  With a hurried pace the car seems to be an unreachable target.

Vernon's grip  is ironclad "come on!" He urges. 

Fingers dig into my shoulder, as Vernon just about drags me behind with his swift steps. The fingers dig deeper, "Vernon!" The yelping tone garners his attention turning he stops dead in his tracks "duck" he hollers. Instinctually realizing something is horribly wrong I  duck.

Vernon throws a punch which narrowly misses me, turning to see the source of the incredulous look that now is painted on Vernon's face, a mannequin! Its head toppled and rolling down the street. Stunned beyond movement fear attacks, my legs feel like they are  sinking into quicksand, the loss of mobility, panic surges, alarm bells ring loudly within my head, yet I can not move, I'm frozen. 

"Come on!" Vernon bellows, seizing my hand and running towards the vehicle.

🚘

"Fuck they have the car surrounded! What the fuck is going on?" hysterically I ask. "This way" now running in the opposite direction for what was a few moments ago an oasis is now dangerous territory.

"I need to catch my breath"

"We need weapons" Vernon states as he scopes the area looking for anything that could be a makeshift weapon. Rummaging through the plastic bins, he finds a bicycle chain and sauce pan. The triumphant smile is replaced quickly when the bins begin to shake and rattle. "What the?" He utters as the bin tries to grab his hand. Bashing the bin with the sauce pan Vernon narrowly escapes. "Run!" 

🔷️

A swarm of Mannequins block the path, saucepan in hand, I look at Vernon holding the bike chain "ready?" He asks. With that command we go in guns blazing the saucepan and bike chain our only defense. The mannequin which looked like it stepped out of a department store in the 1920's seems particularly resilient, banging and bashing the plastic abomination, finally the limbs fall. Vernon wrapped the bike chain around the head of a mannequin which appeared in clothes from the 1970's, squeezing the chain the mannequin head popped like a balloon.

"Run!" Vernon demands.

☎️

Out of nowhere a man appears, decidedly calm considering the circumstances. "Run!" 

"What the hell is going on?" Vernon asks the stranger.

"They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device on the roof. Which would be a great big problem if I didnt have this bomb!"

"A bomb!?!" Yelling in unison.

The stranger smiles "Fantastic! We are all caught up, hate to be rude but I am in the middle of saving the world" then he disappears.

🔥

"We gotta go! Now!" Vernon says. From a rooftop a voice demands "run for your life!".

No incentive needed

 run run run!

The earth shakes and trembles, boom! Knocked to the ground by the forcible impact, kissing the concrete sidewalk, dazed a trickle of blood slides down my cheek "are you okay?" Vernon asks urgently, "yes, you?".

"I will live".

Looking around the once animated Mannequins now lay where they once stood,"let's get out of here" says Vernon.

🔥

Approaching the car the stranger appears out of nowhere, "Fantastic! I'm the Doctor by the way!"

He offers like that is all that is needed. Confused Vernon hesitantly introduces us both.

"Thank you for saving our asses"

The stranger who called himself The Doctor grins, "well I must be off" and with that he once more disappears.

"Get in the car now,!" Vernon demands "we are leaving the bat shit crazy town now!".

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[seawitch62]

Devotion and obessesion

Yandere horror

Word count 623

          Here Kitty Kitty!

The slumbering purring machine that snuggles against your face, steals the pillow. The finicky consumer of edible delights, one day yes the next no. The agile athlete bouncing and pouncing  on real or imagined prey. Felis catus the scientific name  known worldwide as a cat. Felidae evolution has produced so many variants, color and size and breeds. A carnivorous mammal that we have domesticated.  Yet kittens raised without the loving hands of a human more often than not return to their wild nature. Feral, wild, community cats, they have many names. So have we truly tamed them or they us?

This tale is about a sleek shorthair black kitty named Joohoney he turned up one day on the doorstep of his soon to be new owner or some may slave. His selection of a  human was spot on, he is pampered, well fed, and has everything a cat needs or wants. He receives love and attention when he demands and cuddles every night loyally with his human, life is good for Joohoney. He has a secret that he has not disclosed to his pretty human slave, he is a skinwalker.

🐱 A skinwalker is a person with the ability to transform into any different type of animal at will.🐱

Joohoney in his human form met the pretty lady at a club, she was polite but showed no interest in him, well not the interest he desired. He could not forget her smile, her pretty face, he found himself languishing for her smile, her touch. Her scent pierced his mind and body. Try as he might, could he forget her, she became his obsession. So he watched her from afar, lingering in the backdrop, till an idea formed. He knew a way to be part of her life, and he took it. Arriving on  her doormat meowing in a pitiful tone he was immediately swooped into the pretty ladies arms and taken inside, that is where he has remained. 

Joohoney, as the pretty lady named him, never left her side, he loved his ears scratched, when her hands petted his body from head to tail. He was the most devoted kitty she had ever had the pleasure to share her home with. She shared her food with him and they watched movies and television together snuggling. They enjoyed music and he watched her dance with complete abandonment like no one was watching. His eyes devoured her form while she showered or bathed, he particularly loved the bubble baths, sitting on the tub edge keeping her company taking in the vision of her. Life was good. He listened as she told of her woes, always the patient ear. 

🐈

Joohoney remembers the anger he experienced when the pretty slave burst into tears, her boss, what a scumbag! Fondling her butt in his office, pervert! His head butts calmed her shattered nerves and the hugs he received, heaven! Laying on her chest her beating heart music to his fine tuned ears. 

Watching as that lowlife boyfriend fumble and kiss his pretty lady. The blinds paid the price, how she cried her eyes out when she found out he was two timing her. Once more he was by her side, comforting her.

Shuddering remembering the time that idiot! Nearly killed his lady, there are speed limits for a reason moron! She was shaken to her core, when that idiot clipped her with his motorcycle, luckily her injuries were mostly gravel rash, but still! 

No more! I have to protect her!

😾

'Breaking  News… three animal attacks occurred in the last 24 hours.  The victims were mauled.

Witnesses described a Panther as the perpetrator, no other sightings of the animal have been reported'

🐈

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[seawitch62]

A party, a Halloween party

A fun night bar one party goer.

Mentions of alcohol, implied innuendos.

Horror

Word count 1224

             The Interrogation.

"Am I being arrested?" Looking around the non descriptive closed room. The Police officer, a man in his forties with a no nonsense persona replies "that remains to be seen, you did mace a bunch of clowns!" Sighing "evil clowns, do I need a lawyer?"

The Officer stares at his suspect  "how about we start at the beginning". 

🤡

"A party?" 

"Yeah come on, you remember fun don't you?" 

Staring at my friend, well my best friend since school, her pretty face almost begging me to attend this party, I always had a hard time denying her, "It's Halloween let's get our freak on!"

"Freak on?"

"Dress up like when we were younger, have a few drinks, maybe meet some cool guys," she smiles.

"Okay let's do it" 

🤡

I can not believe I let her talk me into this costume  'Tinker Bell' really? "This is so not me!" 

My friend who chose one of the fairy godmothers simply smiled telling me we both look great.

The party was situated and happening at an abandoned saw mill, pondering whether all the best and worst parties seem to be in deserted abandoned structures. When we arrived the party was in full swing, music blaring and Halloween decorations set the mood, which was creepy, the party goers drinking concoctions made of alcohol, food that resembled human body parts. Everyone seemed to be having a blast, dancing, drinking, eating and chatting. The costumes were the usual from witches and vampires to the unusual: a slice of moldy bread and glass with a straw filled with what I assumed was meant to be blood. The food looked obnoxious but it was actually delicious, the usual thoroughfare cat litter box with poop, human brains the whole nine yards was on offer.

Pausing for a moment and reflecting on the events that followed the Officer politely enquiries "glass of water?" 

Shaking my head he directs that I continue my narrative.

Looking at the Officer "I lost count how many times I was called Tink, and people asking for pixie dust". The usual pick up lines and some more imaginative. 

Then  I noticed him.  Decked out all in black, what caught my interest was I was trying to decipher his costume at that very moment he caught me staring. I tried to pull my gaze away but I was unable to, it was like I was trapped in a magnetic force field.

What seemed like a lifetime but in fact was minutes the connection broke and I once more looked at the brain food. A voice behind stated "hello Tink" great another lame pick up line.

Turning towards the voice it was him! "I am Christopher or Chan if you prefer, Lord of the underworld!"  Up close he face was pleasing and he seemed to radiate charm, the Australian accent put me off, 'lord of the underworld with an aussie accent'. 

I expected a Bela Lugosi  or at the very least Vincent Price accent for a lord of the underworld. As if he read my mind "g'day Tink" laughing.

Taken back for a second his easy going non threatening demeanor put me at ease.

As we ate severed toes in bandages, cocktail franks in pie crusts and sipped on Diabolique a mix of Vodka, Cointreau and other delicious ingredients we engaged in at times light other moments deep conversation on many varying topics. I was actually enjoying myself. We danced and to my surprise he was good. 

Sipping on the water and looking at the Officer "you won't believe me, it's kinda crazy what happens next".

"Please continue" he directs.

Christopher suggests we leave the party together, I knew the implication the smoldering look in his eyes left nothing to the imagination. I was not ready to leave let alone with him. So I ignored his statement and told him I should go and find my friend. This seemed to anger him but he masked his feelings very quickly.

"How about this Tink I rip those fairy wings off and barbecue them in hell!" His tone was menacing and his eyes cool as any cucumber. Looking at him the visage of the friendly party guest evaporated instead it was replaced with a threatening semblance the cruel glint in his eyes formidable.

"I'm hungry for many things and you little Tinker bell are going to satisfy all my wants!".

Standing up and staring at the chameleon who introduced himself as Christopher, "go to hell!" 

"Oh babe I live there!" He mockingly laughs, his eyes red pools of nothingness."you are coming home with me tonight to learn my  exquisite methods of pleasure and pain".

"Wait wait!" The Officer injects "red eyes?"

"Yes"

This guy was creeping me out, he was overly invested in his role and frankly I didn't need another wack job in my life, so I got up and left, I could feel his gaze as I walked away.

"What a minute, where are the clowns?" The Officer asks.

I decided to leave the party because my friend seemed preoccupied with 'Jonathan Harker' so I decided to go outside, call a taxi and head home.

That's when the clowns appeared evil clowns, their makeup grotesque, their costumes filthy and covered in red stains.

I am not a fan of clowns, in fact I hate clowns, they scare the crap out of me. They came towards their grins malicious, chuckling in a way that  sent shivers down my spine. So I grabbed the mace.

"Killer Klowns from outer space?" the Officer asks, "no more like Pennywise from It".

"When I maced them they disappeared but others took their place, a gang of evil clowns" 

That's when I ran, they followed suit, chasing me and gaining on me. I hid when they found me, I maced them and I ran once again. 

I was running and stumbling, scared out of my wits, my phone had no service. I was trying to find help, but the landscape was barren and desolate, not a person around.

I was running for god knows how long my ankle was throbbing from my last fall, and I ran smack bang into the chest of Christopher.

"Having fun yet Tink?  I tried to mace him but he was too strong and he flicked  the mace to the ground then I kicked him,  that only angered him. His red eyes bespoke payback that would come for my actions.

That is when the patrol car found us and well you know the rest.

Knock knock knock.

Another Officer beckons the Officer who is taking  the statement. 

The door opens "I am Officer Felix Lee" with a deep voice and strong Australian accent. Another Aussie, what are the odds!?!

"Chan" looking like a cat that just ate a canary "Christopher has kindly decided to not press charges, you are free to go".

"Free to go?"

"That's what I said" Felix replies in an annoyed tone.

Mumbling my thanks I head to the door, "he is waiting for you" Felix laughs. 

Outside the chilly night air hits like icy water, the Tinkerbell outfit is no barrier from the cold.

Phone in hand ready to call a taxi and put this dreadful night in my rear view mirror, arms wrap around my body, a voice whispers "now where were we Tink?".

#christopher fic #christopher x reader #bang chan fics #bang chan x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids au #stray kids x reader #straykids fanfic #skz x reader #skz fic #skz fanfic #skz au

[seawitch62]

The magic of love

Word count 546

Yandere

          🧙‍♀️Season of the Witch🧙‍♂️

Take my hand

You know I’m here with you

Say my name

Cuz lies can’t kill the truth

(Junsu - Flower)

Lies! The death. My own reckless abandonment of stupidity. Why? She offered herself like a meal on the menu! Then the lies begin hiding the truth, how did she see through the veil? Did someone whisper poison in her ear? Did she smell my deceit? Her cold angry eyes burning my thoughts. I will show her that she is my only one!

🍯

The cauldron boils, steam rising as Junsu adds the needed ingredients, grimoire in hand, he adds and stirs, his determination his driving force.

As he stirs memories of happier times float, romantic dinners, long drives just the two of them, all those intimate moments.

Sighing "why didn't she give me a second chance?" It's not like  I cheated! Not by my definition! A kiss! The demon tempted me, I regained my senses.

"A player!" She called me a player. "Uncommitted!" That I would be eventually unfaithful!

I will show her I'm committed!  Steam rises from the cauldron, a smile of satisfaction lines his features, "ready". Now for the hex bags.

🔪

Watching in the wings of the dark, his image concealed. These wolves circling her, offering her a listening ear, but he knows the wolves  at the door want a lot more! They will not get what is his!

Placing the hex bags in strategic spots, Junsu disappears into the dark and waits.

The first wolf stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, tonight is the night he sets his play for little red riding hood. Brushing his teeth, he tastes blood, spitting saliva into the sink he notices blood, he continues brushing his pearly whites, blood trickles down his lips, he spits into the sink blood mixed with saliva and something  else, a tooth! "What the hell?" His gums feel mushy, he runs his tongue against his gums and more teeth fall out! A horrifying scream escapes his throat.

Junsu sleeks back into the darkness with a smile of absolute glee.

✡

Wolf number two steps out of the shower, his glorious mane freshly shampooed and conditioned, towel drying his hair  he fails to notice strands of hair now at home on the towel. As he combs his hair clumps of his thick dark hair fall out onto the comb and on the floor and sink. Horrified he stops but his hair continues to fall out at a rapid pace. Junsu smiles and once more lets the darkness become his cover.

✔

She wanted me to disappear, no longer be a part of her life! Yet she let those vain wolves in! Not going to happen. Time for the barren landscape of love to bloom!

❕

Like a spider knowing his web is expertly spun, he waits. The potion is potent. It will not fail. Patiently Junsu waits for  the strands of the  web  to sing. Knowing the object of his desire, her love for caffeine, not long now!. The potion of love will take hold as she consumes her morning cup of adrenaline.

☕

Knock knock knock.

Junsu smiles and walks to the door, anticipating who is gracing his doorway. Opening the door, "hello my love!".

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[seawitch62]

Dreams are they the manifestations of our subconscious or something else?

Word count 763

Yandere

         Night terrors.

♟Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does ... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.

Neil Gaiman, Preludes & Nocturnes (The Sandman, #1)♟

                      💀

Run! Run! Run! My legs feel like bricks, they won't move. Pure terror surges through my body, I can not move. It's getting closer and closer, I can sense it, feel it, the invisible terror stalking me, all I can see are those eyes! Eyes that scare the hell out of me. My ankle! My foot! Someone or something, their hands or claw like hands are  wrapped around my ankle, shake it off! no matter how I try I can escape. The grip is like steel pulling me closer to the eyes….

Waking up in a pool of sweat, that dream or nightmare felt so real it was terrifying, "it's just a dream" calm yourself. Sliding out of bed, feet touching the floor, a pain shoots up my leg. "What the" inspecting my leg, my ankle and foot, it's bruised and swollen.

Wincing with pain and discomfort the only feasible explanation is I bashed my foot against the bed during the night. It is not a perfect answer but the only one that is logical.

Those eyes seemed terrifyingly familiar, a movie? A TV show? 

■

The following night, the dream or more aptly described as a nightmare reoccurs. Running and running, those eyes chasing me, this time the hand grabs my wrist. I fight with all my strength but it is  useless. A voice echoes in the fog of my dream, "time to come home!".

Once again awakening with sweat covering my body, my wrist throbs, bruising in the shape of a hand print darkens the skin. "What the fuck?"

Once the initial shock evaporates I must have held my wrist so tight during the night I bruised it, right?

Right?

■

Night after night, the eyes pursue giving chase relentlessly. Tormenting what sleep I can get, waking in a pool of my own fright.

Trying everything to keep myself awake feeling like a character in a Freddy Kruger movie. Eventually the body demands sleep, hunted in my sleeping hours by a force I do know what.

Exhaustion takes the driver's seat and eyes flutter and slowly close, dreamland now the landscape. The eyes close in. The chase begins, even in the land of dreams by body and mind seem hindered from lack of sleep. The eyes seem so close, arms wrap around my body drawing me closer to the eyes. A form takes shape, a very familiar one, "Time to come home, my love" 

"Minhyuk?"

"Time to come home!".

Slowly my mind  and body leave dreamland, looking around. I am once more in the safety of my bedroom. Why am I dreaming of him? 

Minhyuk, my ex, my intense ex.

■

Why? Why am I dreaming about him? The break up was not pleasant, but when are they really? The cold steely look he  gave me sent a   feeling of complete unease, the intensity shocked me to my core.  His unreadable features coldly assessed me like a bug on a microscope slide. Remembering the immense relief when he left, why am I dreaming about him now?

■

Fighting sleep is like battling with your own demons. In the end sleep always wins. Running through the dark stumbling and falling,  the eyes unstoppable energy nipping at my heels. Minhyuk's  unrelenting pace is always constant.

"I am your home" he whispers his voice ever so close.

"Time to come home!".

���

This has to stop! I can not continue like this, I need sleep.

Maybe if I confront him in my dream it will stop, it's my dream after all, it's just a dream!

◇

Don't run,  face him! Turn around to face him. Face him! Confront him! The eyes loom in the dark moving closer and closer till Minhyuk is standing before me. "Time to come home" 

"No leave me alone"

"Time to come home where you belong my precious"

"No"

Minhyuk stares for a moment then while wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me in so close our bodies merge as one. Our lips touch tenderly at first then a hunger buried within him takes control, a kiss filled with passion and promise. "Time to come home" he whispers breathlessly.

Wake up! Wake up!

■

Toast and coffee, the breakfast of champions, thoughts lost in the meaning of the dream. 

Knock knock knock 

Opening the door Minhyuk stands there, his  eyes  a pool of black, "time to come home".

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[seawitch62]

Friends with benefits can it work?

Mentions of alcohol and sex

Word count 850

       Friends with benefits.

🏵We’re not dating, we’re just friends who hang out and cuddle together.🏵

                  —---------

Why are romantic relationships so difficult? They all start with flowers and chocolates and sweet words and end in a battle.

"I've had enough!" It always ends up a tangled mess of emotions and memories and skirmishes of wills. Time for a break, time to be just me, enjoy independence. No more catering to egos that are not my own.

💐

Tequila shots, staring at Jaeyoon, that competitive glint in his eyes, he is here to win. He always wants to win, should I let him win? He is my bestie, what are friends for? He is always here for me, a shoulder to cry on, rant about the injustices I face during the course of my daily life. So what if I let him win these harmless games, he feels great about it and a small price to pay for our friendship.

The Evening passes as do the shots, salt and lemon line the table, the clock ticks away. Alcohol dims inhibitions and common sense.

"You got a nice butt" in a matter of fact tone that is slightly slurred. Jaeyoon smiles "my best feature!" He declares confidently.

Looking at him "I wouldn't say that" 

Jaeyoon smiles as he knocks back another shot "are you hitting on me?"

"What….no"

"Too bad," he replies cryptically.

🎯

Morning sun drifts through the blinds, pulling the sheet above my head to block out the sun, the sheet plays tug of war, "what the".

My head, fuck the shooting pain darts around like a whirlpool. Moving about trying to escape the sunlight,  'omg' my foot touches what my fuddled brain can only conceive is a human leg. Startled, upon opening my eyes a human form slowly comes into focus. It's Jaeyoon!

Omg what have I done? Memories of the night before flit through like hummingbird wings. 

Our discussion on relationships and loneliness and lack of intimacy. 'Friends with benefits'. The sex wow he is a giving thoughtful lover, but this is  a mistake, sex is not worth ruining our friendship over. I'm sure he will agree, it will be awkward for a minute but we can go back to the way it was before.

🎲

I thought nothing surprises me anymore but this past month. Jaeyoon was right, friends with benefits is the way to go. No commitments, just fun. Dinners and clubbing just enjoying each other's company as we did previously but with added benefits. We agreed we are not exclusive, a perfect situation, freedom, independence and great sex.

♤

Jaeyoon was always a little possessive and protective of our friendship, it was our time that I devoted to him. 

Was it my imagination? He seemed rude and a little belligerent towards Luke. What was I  supposed to do? Luke spotted us at the coffee shop, he is a co-worker so naturally I invited him to sit and join us. Jaeyoon seemed to take an instant dislike to him. 

On the drive home, "he's into you, wants to get into your pants!"

"What? no! what are you  talking about?"

"Don't act like you don't know! Are you into him?" his eyes glare questionably. "No" 

♤

Weeks flow into each other, wrapped in conversation and bodies entangled, a perfect arrangement. Well bar those moments. "Are you staring at that guy's ass?"  "Where were you yesterday?" "Why didn't you pick up my call?". When I told him someone asked me out to dinner and I was thinking of going. All hell was let loose.  A roar any king of the jungle would appreciate, "what? What of our arrangement? us?". In the end I agreed not to go to dinner.  In the bedroom he knows all the sweet spots and honeyed words to say, demanding, adventurous  and totally focused on pleasure for both of us, an intoxicating mixture. His comment that I need only him in and out of the bedroom was unexpected, heat of the moment right?

■

Alcohol lightens the mood, music sets the pace, dancing wrapped in an embrace of warmth, Jaeyoon sings a melody into my ear, his voice sends shivers all across my body, his lips nibble and delight my neck and ears. Foreplay! Seduction it is his forte. Before long naked bodies squirming with pleasure on the mattress. "Your mine" he whispers.

■

The territorial attitude, with jealous and possessive outbursts, goes against the rules, the guidelines we set out on the onset. He seems to be tossing them out the window. It was better than I initially expected but he is acting more like a partner than a friend now. I have to end this before I lose my friend.

"You are breaking up with me?" Jaeyoon roars, "no.. yes..we are still friends so…"

"Friends?" He snickers .

"Let's call a spade a spade, lovers! We are lovers, my little pussycat!"

"Jaeyoon please…"

"Do you honestly think I will let you go now?" He states in a disbelieving tone.

"Now go and get ready, our dinner reservations are in twenty minutes".

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[seawitch62]

Are you safe? Online or home? Safe?

Word count 571

Mentions of online stalking and dick photos, home intruders.

Yandere

            Unfriended. 

"This guy is a creep! Dick photos really! Unfriend" going through all the steps to unfriend the creep, mission accomplished I should have gone with my gut instinct in the first place. All the direct messages, the personal questions he was invading my privacy like a pest, unfriend the social media  post control. Where do you live? Vague, always reply with non descriptive vague answers.  What's your digits? Who talks like this? No you are not getting my number. The feeling that this creep was stalking my online activity. No proof, just a feeling. Now dick photos. I feel safer already. 

■

'You will regret this' what does this mean? What no more dick photos laughing out loud. A momentarily pause of unease, dont be stupid he is online he doesn't know where you live, your phone number or for that matter your name, he is just talking through his ass!

Block!.

🎲

"Just great!" The shower rose continues to drip, "damn it". 

The main office politely informs  they will send someone to look at it, as soon as possible. 

Knock knock knock.

Opening the door, San stands on the entranceway, overalls covering his frame, the apartment logo embroidered into the fabric, holding what can only be assumed as a tool kit. "Shower probs?" He asks in a polite congenial manner. Yes yes. San makes polite conversation as he works and fixes the issue. Once the job is completed "nice to meet you, if you have any other problems, call me" he hands over a piece of paper with a number. "Thank  you".

■

In the ensuing weeks, San waves as he passes on the maintenance buggy, a genuine smile canvases his face. Nice guy. 

"I'm just being paranoid," although I'm positive I did not use that coffee mug this morning. Looking into the Refrigerator, something is wrong. I just can not place my finger on it. 

Examining the shampoo bottle, "how much have I used? When did I buy it?" On closer inspection the conditioner seems to be lower than expected. The towels are still damp? 

■

A very faint scent of men's cologne lingers in the air, looking around 'am I alone?'  Frantically  searching the apartment, under the bed, the closest, every nook and cranny in fact. I am alone! Maybe a  maintenance guy was here? No! We always inform you beforehand, apartment rules. Just my imagination then.

♧

"I can't find them anywhere?" Searching the drawers, the laundry basket, everywhere. "Dammit I just bought them" frustration edging the tone. Frigging sick of the dryer stealing my knickers.

How many pairs have gone AWOL? Lost count! It's not  like they are cheap! Guess I will order more, sighing.

■

"Dirt!" I know this is not me! I would not traipse dirt through the apartment aimlessly.  The dirt trail leads to the kitchen bathroom and bedroom. Sweeping up the soil, had to be the maintenance guys! Right?

"No there was no scheduled maintenance for your apartment"

Are you sure?  Nothing in the books.

■

Unlocking the door, the scent of men's fragrance is looming and drifting within. Flicking on the light switch,  "what the fuck!".

The apartment is plastered with dick photos, they cover all the walls, everywhere you look the photo mocks you. Stunned and stumbling walking through the apartment, something on the bed catches the eye.

A note in bold black lettering.

'You can not block me!'.

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[seawitch62]

Vehicle problems? Lucky for you Taeil is here to help.

Yandere

Word count 853

 🔧   The mechanic 🔧

“Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.” ― Atticus

                  

A Gemini knows how to swerve you from your most stubbornly held convictions.”

- Linda Goodman.

                  ♊

"Are you sure?" She questions dejectedly. "Sorry but your 'baby' has a lot of problems", Taeil informs her. 

It all started with an oil change, Taeil being a good friend asked if the oil had been changed recently or if in fact oil had been added to the vehicle. "I know you never add oil," he told her in a playful scolding manner. It's true! That's what Jiffy Lube is for. "Jiffy Lube?" He said astonished, "they will rob you blind, let me do it! I'm free!". That's how it started a simple oil change. "Drop by my place and I will get it done" famous last words.

Taeil is delightful to watch tinkering with vehicles, he is witty and a wonderful conversationalist, when he is not chatting he sings, he has a voice the angels would envy. He seems to know his way  around the vehicle's  mechanics, his self assured attitude gains trust. It was a pleasant afternoon all in all. Taeil refused to take monetary compensation, "dinner?" The meal was nice, Taeil's smile an added bonus, he is such a good friend. I count my lucky stars. He is my best friend.

"Check engine light! What now?"

Luckily Taeil picked up the phone and he suggested I drop by his place so he could check it out.

Fiddling under the hood, he located the problem and was able to fix it quickly and with little cost. I can not take your money, I mean it was a few minutes work, dinner? So once more we enjoyed a delightful dinner.

Air! The tires need air, hope they are okay? As if my guardian angel was looking after me Taeil called at that moment, telling him the situation with the vehicle he once more suggested going to his place. Relief! The tires just needed air! Lunch? Sure!

"No! Not now baby!" Something is seriously wrong, the gears! First  second, where is third? Tears of frustration well up and trickle down.  "What the hell is happening?" Pulling off the road and calling Taeil, get over her now! Drive slowly! 

"Its the transmission," he states with brimming confidence. "No"

"Yea I'm afraid so". "Let me see what I can do, leave the vehicle with me for a few days". 

How many mechanics whilst working on your vehicle act as your chauffeur? Not many I guess! He is always here helping me, shopping or what not. He is amazing, and he still has time to work on 'baby'.

🔧

Two weeks, and all the things he has tried the vehicle is still not working. I mean he is helping me but…. I need the car fixed!

The look of hurt when I suggested I take it to 'a real mechanic' little faith, what you have no faith in my abilities? Insulted and now a little angry, after all the work I have done to help you? 

😎

"A new transmission?"

 "Of course I can do that! Just replace  it" he injected with confidence. Taeil went on to explain the how's, jargon lost on those not of the mechanical mind. Thousands! will cost a lot of dollars, I can do it! And a hell of a lot cheaper! 

◇

Dropping  by his place via a taxi, "I would of picked you up" 

Wanting to see the progress, it's been three weeks, surely he is close to being done.

Taeil convincingly tells  he had to order parts as many incidental parts were kaput and he needed new tools he explains.

Parts strewn across his garage, "maybe it's time I take the car to my regular mechanic!". 

"Regular mechanic? Are you cheating on me?" Joking? Is he joking? His eyes, his tone he seems aggravated. Angry!. Give me a week! 

"So it's fine if I work on your vehicle, up to my neck in grease and oil! But I can't drop by for a coffee and chat?"  

Ungrateful? Am I! Maybe so! 

How is he fixing the car when he is always with me? A month now! 

I miss my car, the convenience, the independence, now it seems I'm dependent on Taeil for everything!. So does he really know what he is doing?

🔧

Six weeks, it has been six weeks! I'm just going to have to tell him. 

◇

The garage looks exactly the same! Has he even worked on it? 

"Taeil I appreciate everything you have done, truly I have, but I think it's best I get the car towed to my mechanic"

The anger burning through his eyes turns to fury. 

"So you are cheating on me!"

"Cheating?" Completely lost and confused as to what he is talking about.

"Bestie" he states in a very clear, crisp sarcastic tone " you and your vehicle are going nowhere!" 

Laughingly, "in fact I have accommodations for you, all prepared" his cool eyes and menacing tone hit like a whip.

"Besties forever" he laughs, his tone dark and menacing.

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[seawitch62]

Do not mess with Changmins friend

Word count 520

       ✳ The Rooms ✳

On the 6th hole, the sun is shining. It's a glorious day, Changmin notices his friend is not his usual self, "woman trouble?" He asks Minho casually. Minho voices his concerns that his lady love may be going to dump him. Changmin a loyal friend and a firm believer that his friend deserves happiness "I have an idea but first let's finish this game".

⛳⛳⛳⛳⛳⛳⛳⛳⛳⛳⛳⛳

Minho explains he has an adventurous fun day planned. When they arrive "escape  rooms?"  Minho tells his lady love this is his friend's establishment and he asked him to test it out before he went public, so he thought why not help a friend and have fun. Walking to the door, the 'welcome' sign seemed ominous more than welcoming. Greeted by a cordial voice of welcome in the elaborate foyer. "Coffee?" Minho speaks up taking the kind offer of coffee stating make that two. The foyer is furnished elegantly with a feel of turn of the century.  "Please sign the waivers" the voice instructs.  Minho without hesitation picks up the quill pen and signs. "Why aren't you signing?" Minho asks.

"Did you even read it? It says if we don't get out by the time allotted we never get out!" Minho gives his lady a look of complete innocence,  "just a gimmick"

Signing the waiver with unease Minho smiles enigmatically.

♠

"Choose or die!" The voice booms, one door labelled 'Heaven' the other 'Hell'. Minho leaps towards the door labeled 'Hell', "come on!" Entering through the doorway, once in the room the door slams shut. A timer on the wall clicks the minutes away, a neon sign flashes 'rest in pieces'. "We have to find clues, to find a way out!".

..

On the wall next to an electric light switch: a message.

⚡(Un deux trois quatre) I ain’t scared of electricity So it`s OK You shock me me shock me me shock me me shock God is it bad?...⚡

Flipping the switch, zapppppp "fuck!" Minho rushes over "are you okay?" "No!".

Eventually the clues are found which unlock all the necessary elements to unlock the door.

⏩

A glass of water on a table stands out due to its solitude in an otherwise cluttered room. This can't be real? The water swirls in a current suspended above the glass, fascinated she touches the water and is swooped into a flood of water. Tumbling and spinning within the water bubble, tossed as if hit by wave upon wave, then suddenly she is dropped to the floor  with a loud bang! A drenched cat! "Wow, did you see that ?" Minho enquiries.

"Yes, let's get outta here,now !" She utters dazed.

Room upon room mishaps befall the unfortunate female whilst Minho remains unscathed. 

Tick tock tick tock. The timer counts down.

Looking for clues, the timer sounds off. "You are out of time!" A voice informs. "Minho did.."

Minho  is gone! "Minho Minho Minho Minho!" She screams.

Changmin is very pleased with the test, "ready for another round  let's hit the course" he smiles.

"Don't worry your lady is going nowhere!".

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[seawitch62]

Breakups are not easy

Angst? Yandere?

Word count 549

"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.” —Alfred Tennyson

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               The Garden.

Relationships begin and end, the cross cross pathways on the journey determine the eventual outcome. One party wanted more than the other was willing or ready to give, someone stepped out. The sparkling gem that was the relationship beginnings fades losing its luster, incompatible on the deeper issues when romance fades and the life of a couple begins. Many reasons can be stated for the demise of the romantic bubble. 

. “I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald

Some do not take the breakup well, some wallow in misery, others anger and accusations consume their beings, while others retreat and reflect, the solitude, their medicine. With the passing of time, healing begins and people move on, more the wiser. Some though and it must be stated the rare individuals, the darker side of their natures emerge, the side of themselves kept hidden or dormant emerges. The ugly face, the controlling partner or the jealous and possessive, who will stop at nothing to destroy the happiness of the one who dares to leave them. "If I can't have you, no one will" attitude. As previously stated these cases are rare, typically referred to as crimes of passion.  This story is not of the norm, if it was the average garden variety, where would be the story! Right?

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Woosung, Sammy to some, thought he was okay, the worst was over, the hurt was passing. Till that day. Seeing you again. That guy by your side, holding onto you with  that possessive hold. Our coffee shop! You took him to our coffee shop! The hours we spent there engrossed in conversation, the distant memories of you trickled through. I said I was sorry, so many times in so many ways, your cold refusal to see my side, shattered me. Blatantly ignoring my explanations, returning my roses, you shut me off and put in the deep freeze. I got over you, or so I thought till that accidental meeting. Now I'm flooded with images and sounds and playbacks.  Why would you not listen? Was this dude in the wings waiting? Waiting to scoop you like an ice cream sundae? "Distant! Preferring your friends! Working!" Accusations piercing my heart from your crossbow vocabulary. I let you slip away. I know that now! I begged for a second chance, you denied me my chance to prove to myself. Know you have replaced me! 

Please hear my words "I'm sorry". I'm sorry for many reasons, one is if I can not have he will not either! We all keep things hidden, yes I did, not to withhold but for your safety. The animal side in us all remains masked with polite society. What if I had shown you my other self? The Wolf! Horrified? Terrified? Disgusted? Wolves are monogamous, you think I can just move on? I thought I could, but that meeting in the coffee shop brought forward the animalistic behaviour I have tried so hard to control. You brought forward the beast, you and your friend, now he will not be contained.

Tonight my white Rose, you and your friend meet the Wolf.

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[seawitch62]

Paranoia? Or truth?

Folklore

Word count 307

              The Changeling.

❓Are you a witch or

Are you a fairy?

Or are you the wife

of Michael Cleary?❓

A changeling, also historically referred to as an auf or oaf, is a human-like creature found in folklore throughout Europe. A changeling was believed to be a fairy that had been left in place of a human (typically a child) stolen by other fairies.

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Bronchitis? Staring at the sick sleeping form on the bed, is that what it is? Or something else? Her attitude and personality has changed especially towards me Daniel thinks to himself. She looks the same, even smells the same as he sniffs her hair, but she has changed! Did they get her? The little ones! Is she a Changeling?

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Fever! Her body is hot, coughing non stop coughing! Is her body trying to expel the parasite? Daniel stays by her side  the ever  vigilant boyfriend. Am I paranoid? What if I am not? I have to save her! Antidote! She needs the antidote, the antibiotics are not working!

Lusmore tea, foxglove, she needs to drink this. "It's spicy!" 

Drink it " "its bitter" 

Why is she defying me when I am trying to help her?

"Daniel what is this?"

"Are you trying to poison me?"

How could she say such a thing? I'm only trying to save her? I will have to go to plan b . Heat need heat, "why is it so hot in here?" Daniel muses better than plan c, urine.

I think it's working, she must realize  I'm doing this for her own good. Fire would be better but well I have to work with what I got.

"You're cured! I saved you!" Daniel smiles. 

"Cured? Saved me?"

"Changeling! I saved you"

"The antibiotics are finally working"

"Hey don't look at me like that, I'm not paranoid!" Daniel states.

 

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[seawitch62]

Truth is it always for the best?

Yandere

Word count 567

Truth best told cold.

Honesty? The human race values this trait, I'm honest, what does it get me? Lonely days and nights on a never ending loop of spiraling thoughts. I thought our relationship was strong, that she was strong, that she deserved honesty. Well I was wrong! Explaining that my real name is Suho not Kim Junmyeon, that I hail from Exo planet. "You're saying you are an alien?" She mocked. "What are you bonkers? Looney tune?" I tried to explain she would not listen, damn stubborn woman! "Go get help" she offered, help! I do not need help, well only from her refusal to listen. Avoidance, what else do you call it, phone calls that ring through to voicemail unanswered texts, pretending not to be home when I knock on the door. Time! give her time, it was a shock, but I'm an impatient man, what if she never accepts? All those intimate rendezvous's of pleasure, moments of rapture, being one. "I had sex with an alien?!? Omg!" Her horrified expression. She surely enjoyed the time he grins to himself. Now I can not sleep nor eat, she is consuming me like a cinnamon roll. Creeping in my head, memories tumble  like clothes in a dryer. Rotation of thoughts jigsaw  pieces break away than are pulled in. "I have to protect you from the red force" the sad disbelieving look she gave before she replied " the only protection I need is from you, please leave".  I will protect her, it's for her  own good! I will watch and follow all day and night, this is my vow.

Creeping from her window Suho merges with the shadows, always vigilant and ever watchful.

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Time passes and Suho does indeed keep his vow, protecting his Hyacinth. Some call it creeping, others stalking he prefers protecting! From unsavory individuals who try to behold what he considers his. Reading, knowledge is power,  the old texts, reliving history, only pausing when his protection is needed.

I'm the walking wounded walking on scattered petals and shards of memories. "Who the hell is this Guy? That he can touch or even talk to what is decidedly mine" he declares to himself. 

A sudden rainshower hits, specifically on one unfortunate guy, who is drenched through and through, surrounded by rain, that follows him, and him alone. Suho watching from afar laughs for the first time in a while as a smile  has crosses his handsome face.

Many individuals of the male gender seem to be victims of the phenomenon, sudden flooding that  sweeps them away, or sudden unexpected heavy rainfall. One unfortunate person was driving his Hyundai vehicle, it is said, suddenly inexplicably his vehicle filled with water. Luckily for him his car door eventually opened.

She continuously evades my attention while allowing these dangerous foes in her mist. Those who mess with my tempo will receive swift and appropriate justice. Ring ring ring, voice mail! She is driving me crazy!.

She will appreciate me and all I do! Water! The source of life! It's obvious she needs protection! I need to keep her safe!

Suho sets in motion his protection plan, his water Hyacinth will be sheltered and secured in the safest hands possible! His!

The waterglobe sits on his bedside table, his love is now protected and secured, 

"Good morning my love" Suho smiles to the woman trapped within the waterglobe.

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[seawitch62]

Plumbing problems?

Innuendo implied

Word count 393

The Maintenance guy.

Snap! The faucet handles broke into three! "Well this is just frigging dandy!" Now I have to deal with that maintenance guy again! Well I better call.

Where is he? Late again! Like I have all day! I'm not leaving him alone in my apartment, not after last time! Knock knock knock.

Finally!

"Koo Junhoe at your service little lady" he grins as he walks into the apartment. "What seems to be the problem?" Explaining the situation, he nods "okay". Scrutinizing the damage, "coffee and sandwiches?" "What?"

"I'm hungry and well this job is no small feat, frankly you screwed it up big time!"

"What faucets just need to be replaced!" 

"Are you in the business of maintenance? No! I am! Now  coffee and sandwiches little lady" this guy is insufferable! "I'm out of bread" 

"Well you better get that cute little butt moving".

I should have called a handyman or plumber but that breaks the apartment lease rules!

"I have your sandwiches and coffee"

Looking at his progress. 

"You haven't started!"

"Of course not, I was waiting for the coffee and sandwich and you!"

 He grins. 

Mumbling obscenities under my breath "well I will leave you to it"

Bang! Clank! Bang! Clank!

Least he is working.

Silence. I haven't heard anything in a while. Walking into the kitchen, what the hell…

"Where are your clothes?"

"On the chair"

"What? Why?"

"Did not want them to get dirty"

Junhoe stands up wearing only his boxers "we got a problem here"

"I'll say! You need to get dressed!"

"Your pipes are clogged"

"Look I only needed new faucets"

Looking at the disarray her kitchen now is. "You need my snake!" 

"What are you implying!"

Junhoe laughs "dirty mind little lady but if that is your wish. I thought you wanted your plumbing problem fixed?"

"Please get dressed…" a knock at the door interrupts.

"Sorry to bother but I noticed the maintenance guy came here earlier, do you mind if I speak with him? My toilet is acting up!" Enquires one of the neighbors.

Junhoe walks to the door clad only in his boxers. The neighbor looking very uncomfortable "seems I've interrupted" stepping backwards and disappearing as quick as Flash.

"Damnit!"

"Will you please just  fix the plumbing"

"Yes little lady I will fix your plumbing" in a tone filled with innuendo.

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