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skizmin · 6 years

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haunted house!au with lee minho

prompt: minho falls in love with the actor that jump scared him inside the haunted house at a carnival

genre: fluff???? would it be anything else???? in my happy angst-makes-me-cry household???? pfft.

for: im sorry this one is lightly gender specific for females!! but the only female not made is about dressing as wendy for a costume party which some of my male readers might be uncomfortable with!! (i didnt even think abt it when writing it bc me and one of my guy friends have respectively gone as peter and wendy to costume parties)

warnings: gore mention stuff but its haunted house costumes, swearing ofc but nothing extreme (no slurs).

yo anyway so minhos one of my three ults wowzas Can He Not?

alright lets get to it

You Are Broke.

your major subject at uni really does cost a lot of money. money you have to provide. it sucks basically

whenever you think abt money you have to hold back tears bc You Have None.

:(((((

sorry anyway

one of your housemates is also broke and loves scouring the internet for quick and easy ways to get money, no matter how crazy they are

one night she comes back with an idea that peaks your interest, probably purely bc your card just got declined ordering a coffee at mcdonalds

“y/n you HAVE to do this one!!!!!”

you sigh like “if its selling my sub topic notes online again, im not doing it. i didnt even know someone could be so harsh about highlighter use???”

your housemate is all pfft im not putting you thru that again

“no!! basically, you get $80 to show up for 2 and 1/2 hours at the haunted house place at that carnival nearby!! dude we gotta, its just to scare the fuck outta people and we can like!! cover ourselves in blood!! n stuff!!”

at first your mind was like lmfao 2&1/2 hours at a haunted house?? no fuckin way

but then you remembered your job only paid you $14.78 an hour so you were doubling your pay in half the amount of time

“when?”

“20 minutes, get out a creepy white dress or something that looks creepy that you can get dirty.”

you fricken ran to your room

you ended up getting a cheap nightgown that you bought to dress up as wendy from peter pan to a costume party, it cost like $2 you really werent sad to see it go

“y/n!! hurry up!! they have makeup there!!”

you bolted out the front door in your nightgown, runners and a big coat with nothing but your wallet phone and keys in your pocket

you were really broke and desperate, youd already accepted it

when you got to the carnival you were in awe, it had been a fair few years since your last one and the colours and lights and pounding music and laughter just

wow, carnivals are so pretty

the guy running the haunted house came in and let you guys in so you didnt pay admission and quickly sat you down at some tables and told you you could do the makeup yourself or got someone else to

you, feeling daring and thinking fuck it, im gonna make the haunted house goers shit their pants, decided to do your own makeup

to pair with your blue nightgown you simply gave yourself extremely dark and sullen eyes with the power of purple eyeshadow, you paled out your lips and gave yourself a lil nosebleed, and on top of that you painted a random creepy looking symbol on your forehead in blood, blackening it our a little with an eyeliner pen to make it seem like it was cut open.

you were lowkey proud of your work

okay now it was show time, you were briefed on where in the house you could stay and you were told how to act and basic rules (no touching, get help if theyre freaking out too much, etc)

so now, you were in the dimly lit narrow hallways of this makeshift house when you heard the tell tale screams of your housemate meaning theres a group coming and theyd just attempted to jump scare them

you hid behind a black sheet, disguised as a wall, before your victims came up through your hallway

you heard some talk of “felix you know its fake, calm down.” before you saw some shadows pass by

the group was big, maybe 10 people? you werent sure, but you went forward with your plan anyway

just after theyd passed your hiding place, you stepped out from behind them and stood idly and innocently in the centre of the corridor before you put your head down and started whistling a nursery rhyme

you heard a few gasps and a few squeaks before you looked up with an unreadable expression

you saw them looking at you and some of the guys ushered some of the others away though one guy stood there looking at you strangely

you just tilted your head at him before taking your OPERATION: SCARE mission a step farther

bringing your hands up to your ears you let out a ear piercing scream and squeezed your eyes shut before running through the group and turning the corner at the end of the small corridor

you heard a soft what the fuck was that and a less soft language! before you turned and waited for them to turn the corner

as they were walking up the corridor however (theyd resolved to moving with just shuffles of their feet) you heard a new voice speak up. it was somewhat playful and honeydew like, especially with the phrase “not gonna lie, they were really fucking pretty.” which was followed by a chorus of “miNHO”’s and “thIs iS NoT The TiME bUddY” and “i think felix is crying”

you were taken aback

did he mean that? was that the one looking at you earlier? what the frick?

you were still blanking out, completely flabbergasted even when the group turned the corner

of course, you were unprepared, you planned to scream a loud “GET OUT!” to them but all that left your mouth was a squeak as you met eyes with the stranger again, red flushing up your neck

you ran away quickly, ducking into one of the rooms dressed up to look like a metal asylum holding centre

“hyung wtf theyre the scariest one yet”

“you guys go ahead, ill be there in a second”

“hyuNG YOURE GONNA GET KILLED DONT YOU WATCH HORROR MOVIES YOU NEVER SPLIT UP!”

“let go jisungie, hyunjins looking at you like you disgust him right now”

a chorus of laughs echoed through the hall

why was honeydew voice not going ahead?

your cheeks were still kinda red as you waited, listening for the male to go away

you slowly inched towards the doorway of the small room you were in, the flashing light behind you somewhat hindering your senses as you peeked through the shredded and knotted white sheet hanging from the top of the doorway but you couldnt see anyo-

“BOO!” “HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK” you scReAmed and jumped backwards, only to hear some cakcling from behind the sheet where the boy from earlier had appeared

“WHAT THE HECK KNUCKLES DUDE!”

“heck knuckles?”

“DONT JUDGE ME MY HEART IS BEATING A MILLION MILES PER HOUR RIGHT NOW”

“hmm? really?” you looked up to see the boy smirking playfully at you.

he looks like a cat

“aH yeAh??? you just scared the crap out of me!!!1!1!!!” you huffed, amused by him behaviour. you heartbeat still hadnt calmed down

“oh? you sure it wasnt just from looking at me?” he leaned in slightly, making the question seem innocent

“mmhm, youre that ugly that i flew halfway across a room.” though the comment was monotonous and you had a bored look in your eyes, it was purely for bantering

“nice try pumpkin, nice try. anyway, when do you finish with the whole im an ugly ghost coming to kill you thing? youre terrible at it by the way.”

your breath hitched and a blush came up your neck

“o-okay listen here, uh, boy! 1, i am Not a Pumpkin. 2, i dont know you. 3, im fucking amazing at this ask your friends and 4, i dont know you” you awkwardly coughed at the end

he furrowed his eyebrows at you “its minho, and the whole point is i want to get to know you.” he beamed at you after this

you felt lightheaded honestly, it was all happening very quickly under weird circumstances

but still, you muttered back to him a soft “i get off at 10:30″

he smiled wider, triumphantly, “10:30?”

you nodded and he took a couple of steps back, out of the room

“see you then i guess!” at this, he winked, before he jogged off to find his friends

you fell back against a wal

lwhat the frick frack paddy whack just happened?

you sighed, hearing the screeching and slam of a metal door, knowing you had to get back to scaring others

like,,, @ 10:33

you had all your stuff and you were walking out from behind the haunted house set up, waiting for your housemate

you honestly didnt think youd see minho. no guy is that persistent, right?

wrong.

“h-hey!!! demon child person!!!” you looked up at this

who the fuck just called me demon child person

you saw him and holy shit

the haunted house was dark with red lighting in some places and flashing blinding white lights in others, you saw minho and you saw what he looked like, but wow, he was so much clearer now

he was absolutely gorgeous

the carnival lights against his tan skin, his dark hair, his skinny black jeans and big parka coat? you were absolutely mesmerised

suddenly you realised you were staring and he was standing right in front of you

“o-oh, uh, hi?” you could already feel the red on your cheeks

“mm, hey, wanna hang out for a bit?” he smiled at you, you saw a tinge of red on his nose from the cold

“oh, actually i uh, i came with my housemate and-”

“anD THEY’D LOVE TO GO!!”

suddenly your housemate was next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and telling you to get home safely and asking you to not be too loud before shes nudging you closer to the attractive minho boy and speed walking off

“i gotta say, i like your housemate” minho looked to you with a wide smile. “should we get you some food first?”

you offered him a meek smile and shyly nodded. which he laughed at

“alright then, lets go!” he gripped you lightly by the elbow and led you through the crowd, passing some speedy and tall and colourful rides. you decided to speak up.

“sooo... after you get food, whatd you wanna do?” minho made a contemplating sound before simply saying “i dont mind, i just want to get to know you.”

“uh, okay then, well uh, what do you wanna know?” “to be honest, a name would be great.” minho laughed goodheartedly, you saw the apples of his cheeks rise up and his nose scrunching slightly

“oH! riGht! im uh, im y/n”

this time he turned to you “y/n?” you nodded. “thats a pretty name, it matches you.”

you turned away mumbling a thanks before you realised he’d called you pretty

“woAh wait whAt??? do you?? have no shame??”

this time he giggled

giggled

oh my god your heart practically stopped especially when he steered you to a table for the both of you to sit down

“y/n, i dont know if you noticed but i basically sorta asked you out like 2 hours ago while you were trying to scare me dressed as a demonic creepy child, a really fucking cute one at that, you need to teach me how to do that im in awe. but yeah and then now we’re here on a spontaneous first date which i have no clue what im doing for and i really dont know you at all apart from you act in a haunted house which is pretty interesting but you were just that pretty that i stayed behind in a haunted house to talk to you. now ask yourself again, does minho ever feel ashamed of his blatantly obvious attempts at flirting? the answer however is: when it comes to you? no, never.”

he was smiling proudly at his little monologue whilst you were catching flies in your open mouth

“you...are actually the cheesiest person ive ever fucking met.”

minho laughs once again.

“honestly, ill give you all the compliments in the world if it means youll give me your number or something, even the ones that arent true”

you leaned over the table and slapped his arm lightly, grumbling under your breath about fliritng getting you nowhere in life

he simply rested his elbow on the table and his cheek in his hand, gazing at you and asking you what food you wanted

you ended up being so strung in by his his gorgeous eyes and soft looking cheeks that he had to call your name 3 times and repeat the question

bonus:

after eating some gross junk food and watching the midnight fireworks, minho bought you both fairyfloss and insisted on walking you home saying “its what anyone in their right mind would do”

you walked along, him explaining his fear of heights and you explaining your situation of brokeness where you take almost any opportunity available

along the way he slinked his fingers through yours and placed them in the pocket of his big parka coat, smiling at you as you ducked your head to look at the ground, where youd started kicking your feet out extra to distract yourself from the affectionate gesture and calm the burning of your cheeks

when you arrived at your house, you fought over who should eat the leftover fairy floss.

you viciously shoved it into his hand,

“you paid for it and you walked me home even though its late and cold, you keep it.”

minho looked like he was going to fight back for a minute before his eyes lit up

“ill take it on one condition, i get to feed a piece to you.” he beamed at you and you looked at him confused and skeptic

“uhhh, okay i guess?”

he picked a piece off of the stick and held it in front of you, you opened your mouth for it and he placed it in

before it could melt and you could smile at him however, you felt his hand on your cheek and a hand on your lower back tugging you forward to rest his lips on yours, moving his lips against them a total of three times before pulling back

“i know i shouldve asked, but id buy you fairy floss every day if i got to do that once.”

you were a stuttering mess, your mind was fuzzy, you missed the feeling of him so close to you already

“uh-i, i um. wow uh yeah. uhhh, yeah no its fine i um,,,, i didnt mind it actually. wait no, i uh, i really liked it?”

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

minho is BEAMING OH MY GOD

biggest smile of the century goes to lee minho, born in 1998

youre so red it isnt funny and he just moves the hand that was on your cheek to loosely grab at your fingers

“mm, okay then y/n, maybe if you wash the fake blood off of your face and text me ill kiss you again, for as long as you want.”

if your face was red before

oh god

you squeaked and nodded as he chuckled, lightly kissing your cheek before backing away

“get some sleep y/n, and message me tomorrow.” with that, he was walking away, leaving you to enter your house and be greeted by a squealing housemate who had witnessed the whole thing

(you took minho up on that offer, and he did kiss you, and it was longer, and it was great until his friend chris walked into minhos living room and saw you both and started screaming about keeping it PG because there were (17 yr old) kids around.)

finish! hope you like it!!

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robotslenderman · 7 years

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#I'm also gonna test out a hypothesis when they emerge#to see if I've figured out how to prevent diapause#I might've found out by accident over Christmas???#which is weird#because the silk industry finds diapause a HUGE PAIN#and it'd be goddamn hilarious if one disabled uni student found out how to skip it lmfao#the silkie lady down in Victoria is testing it out for me too#so I'll hear back in a month or so whether or not it worked!

See, a thing happened in December where I had a second generation in a row hatch prematurely.

Under a cut because super long. Also contains the deaths of thousands of tiny caterpillars. :(

So last year some of Spot’s nieces and nephews hatched super early instead of going into diapause. That was the huge batch I had last year that partially got eaten by mice (:<), but it totally baffled the silkie lady when I told her about it. Only a hundred and fifty or so hatched (out of well over a thousand eggs in the second generation), but it was still totally WTF.

See, when silkies lay their eggs, the eggs go into diapause -- that means they hibernate. You “winter” them by putting them in the fridge. American silkies need a few weeks, but Australian silkies need about 3 months, so I’ve heard. Then you bring them out.

After that amount of time in cold temperatures, this tricks the eggs into thinking it’s spring and they hatch. Otherwise, they could be dormant for up to a year, sometimes longer. They need to think winter’s passed.

There are different strains of silkworms -- univoltine (one generation per year), bivoltine (two), multivoltine (three or more). Univoltines enter diapause once per generation. Bivoltines will have one generation skip diapause, so that only every other generation goes into hibernation. American silkies tend to be bi- or multi-voltine (which may be why they need less time in the fridge), but Australian silkworms are univoltine.

The silk industry finds this a massive pain. They need silk. So what they do is they treat the eggs with acid to get them to skip diapause, so that the cycle can go on and they can keep making money.

But then something weird happened to me over Christmas.

Firstly, I got super low spoons over Christmas, so I really struggled to keep up with my silkies. They emerged from their cocoons about a fortnight to a week before Christmas, and I managed to harvest the first wave of eggs, then put in a fresh sheet of baking paper.

I didn’t have the spoons to harvest any eggs that came after that. Since adult moths don’t eat -- they fuck themselves to death and/or die of old age in a week or so -- I put the lid on the box resolving to clean up the tiny little bodies and harvest the eggs when I got better.

About a week after New Year’s, I opened the box again.

There were thousands of tiny caterpillar bodies. At some point over Christmas, the second generation in a row to skip diapause hatched and died, because I hadn’t thought that I’d wind up with yet another generation skipping diapause and so never checked on them.

But it gets weirder:

It was only the eggs left with the parents that skipped diapause. The eggs that had been laid first had been taken away, but never fridged (they’re still sitting on my dining table) had not hatched. It was the newer eggs that hatched, the ones with the adult moths.

And I remembered -- when I kept Spot separate from the others as a moth, I’d had her sitting on her siblings’ eggs at one point. Some of those eggs I’d harvested immediately after laying, when they were still white-yellow, instead of after they darkened.

So I have a tentative hypothesis that silkworms will skip diapause and hatch if there are living adults still with the eggs by the time they hatch.

I theorise this because:

Third generation in a row hatched in a country that has only univoltine eggs what the fuck???

When moths emerge, the moths that mate the most die the soonest. So a high population of moths means there’d be less food for the young (since this generation would’ve eaten them all) means that the moths would die before the young finish developing in the eggs.

But moths that aren’t constantly mating will live a really, really long time. Females are supposed to live three days to a week -- I let Spot mate once, then kept her on my desk where she lived for three weeks before she died.

Therefore (despite silkworms being domesticated for thousands of years), in the wild, if the population of silkmoths was low enough -- that’d mean there’d be more food left for the young (since less moths = less worms in the last generation eating all the mulberry leaves). So the young would sense their mother is still alive (maybe the eggs pick up on the pheromones the female moth makes to attract a mate), and then hatch in a few weeks. Spot took three weeks to die -- that’s how long it takes silkworm eggs to hatch if they skip diapause.

I thought that if it were possible to skip diapause without involving acid or anything, the multi-million dollar silk industry would have found it by now. Except... they might not have. Why would they put aside a female moth and give her the opportunity to live long enough to see the next generation hatch? They wouldn’t have -- they mate the moths then burn them when they’re done.

The only other major area where silkworms are raised are in the shoeboxes of schoolkids, where there’d be enough moths that they’d all die before the next generation could hatch.

So how often, really, would anyone have had an opportunity to find this out by accident if it turns out my hypothesis is correct?

Like, maybe the occasional silkworm rearer would’ve stumbled upon this by accident, but not anyone in one of the two major areas of silkworm raising. And I’m sure somebody would’ve stumbled upon this before -- but not someone in the industry or someone who supplies eggs to schoolkids, where the moths would either die or be separated from the eggs before they could hatch.

I could be totally wrong. Like I said, silkworm industry -- multi million dollars and thousands of years old. I just can’t believe that if this is true, I would be the one to find it out when it’s got so much history already.

(Or heck, maybe the Chinese already know but haven’t told anyone outside of the country -- the only reason the western world knows silkworms exist is because someone smuggled out silkworm eggs and mulberry shoots a few centuries ago. Up until then, the Western world had no idea where the Chinese got their silk from, or anything about silkworm rearing -- because [correct me if I’m wrong] sharing that information was considered treason. Since the Chinese control like 90% of the silkworm industry, I wouldn’t be surprised if they simply kept their mouths shut even after the secret got out and it’s only the Western silk industry that’s going to all this trouble to get around diapause.)

But like. I could be totally wrong. But it’s just too weird that I’d have two generations skip diapause in a row when my supplier, who’s reared silkworms for years and years, has never heard of it happening in our country before.

And it’s doubly weird that none of the eggs I took away from their parents hatched, but a good portion (a third to half) of the eggs that were left behind hatched. It’s totally plausible that the first bunch of eggs that hatched still had adults alive, but by the time the unhatched eggs matured, the adult moths had all died and so they went into diapause instead.

My supplier’s got some moths right now, so she told me she’d test it out and keep a moth aside with the eggs to see what happens.

Since Spot’s children are hatching now, I’ll do the same when they mature. I’ll put aside a few female moths, leave them unmated, and put in some eggs with them as soon as the eggs are laid (when they’re still white/yellow). I’ll also put aside some male moths with some eggs and see what happens there -- female moths are fatter, so I think that female moths that don’t mate will live longer than unmated males. If egg hatching is triggered by the presence of adults, I think it’d be more likely to be the eggs left with females.

And we’ll see what happens!

But damn, if it’s not the presence of adult moths I don’t have a clue what the fuck it is.

#dusty's silkworm adventures #tbd maybe #also it's sad about all the little caterpillar deaths #but jesus my mulberry supply would NOT have survived with that many tiny children #and neither would my spoons #so maybe it's for the best :(

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