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mediawhorefics · 2 years ago

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hiii can you please recommend me some gay novels ? thank you in advance :)

hell ! yeah !

you didn't really specify what genre you're interested in beyond gay so i'm just gonna rec my favs and go wild with it. apologies, i've prob. recced these books before but *shrug*

edit: i added books that aren't novels cos i couldn't resist. ooops?

edit 2: i've taken gay to mean gay ~umbrella term~ and not gay mlm, hope that's alright x

under a read more cos i got carried away !

the raven cycle | maggie stiefvater | completed series | ya | fantasy | follows blue sargent, the daughter of a skilled psychic who augments her family's abilities, but has no psychic power of her own. she becomes friends with four boys from the local boarding school -- gansey, adam, ronan and noah -- when she meets gansey's ghost and learns the upcoming date of his death. gansey is obsessed with finding the sleeping welsh king, glendower. In his pursuit of the legend, he and his friends encounter all kinds of mysticism and danger in henrietta, virginia.

emry merlin series | robin schneider | incomplete trilogy | ya | fantasy | arthuriana | a knight's tale meets bbc merlin | years after her father’s, legendary court wizard merlin, disappearance, emry takes her far less talented twin brother’s place when he is summoned to camelot to train and become prince arthur’s right hand wizard. studying magic properly is everything she hoped for, but posing as her brother isn’t as easy as it seems. not to mention those sparks that are flying between her and arthur.

cemetery boys | aiden thomas | standalone -> a sequel is planned | ya | fantasy | trans rep | yadriel wants to prove himself as a brujo (and a man) to his family so, in secret, he performs the ritual meant to unlock his powers that his family has denied him access to. only problem, he’s accidentally summoned a ghost he didn’t mean to and the guy won’t leave. also his cousin vanished and his spirit is nowhere to be found.

the last binding series | freya marske | incomplete trilogy -> the third one is coming out in november | historical fantasy | alternative edwardian england | romance | each book focuses on a new queer pairing while following an overarching mystery | when an administrative mistake names robin blyth as a civil service liaison to a hidden magical society, he discovers what’s been operating beneath the unextraordinary reality he’s always known. a dangerous deadly curse awaits him as he navigates the magical bureaucracy with his standoffish counterpart edwin courcey.

the watchmaker of filigree street series | natasha pulley | completed duology | historial fantasy | 19th c. | sherlock holmes vibes | telegraphist thaniel receives a mysterious watch on his birthday whose pre-set alarm saves him from a terrorist bombing on scotland yard. since the bomb was made with clockwork parts and only the bomber could have known when to set the alarm, thaniel is sent by a detective investigating the bombing to live with the suspected watchmaker to figure out what’s going on.

the bedlam stacks | natasha pulley | standalone -> twofs references/characters but not part of the main storyline | historical fantasy | 19th c. | magical realism | merrick tremayne is called upon by the india office to go on a dangerous expedition deep in peru to fetch quinine (essential for the treatment of malaria) despite the debilitating injury that almost cost him a leg. every expedition before his has yielded no results apart from dead bodies, but merrick has family history deep in the country so he goes against his better judgement. there, he meets raphael, a priest surrounded by strange stories of disappearances, cursed woods and living stones, and who might hold the key to his family’s past.

captive prince series | cs pacat | completed trilogy + some short stories | historical fantasy | romance | no magical elements | dark themes | major trigger warnings apply | prince damianos of akielos is sent as a pleasure slave to laurent of vere, prince of an enemy neighbouring kingdom, by his treacherous half-brother who wants the throne for himself. the court of vere is a pit of deception and lies and both princes must reluctantly ally with each other to gain rightful control of their respective kingdoms. only problem, damen killed laurent's older brother auguste in battle and must keep his true identity secret to protect himself from laurent's hatred of his brother's killer. which is only complicated by the growing feelings between them.

a taste of gold and iron | alexandra rowland | standalone | historical fantasy | romance | kadou, the shy prince of arasht, has no intention of wrestling for imperial control with his sister, the queen. yet he remains at odds with one of the most powerful ambassadors at court - the father of the queen's new child. when a hunting party goes terribly awry and he finds himself under suspicion of attempted murder, kadou teams up with his new bodyguard, the coldly handsome evemer, to investigate a break-in at one of their guilds to salvage his reputation. but what appears to be a straightforward crime spirals into a complex counterfeiting operation, with a powerful enemy at its heart.

the house in the cerulean sea | tj klune | standalone | fantasy | romance | found family | 40 yo caseworker linus baker is given a special secret assignment to check out an orphanage of supposedly particularly dangerous magical children. linus has been a rule follower and someone who doesn’t want to rock the boat his whole life, but the children and their caretaker make him reconsider previously held beliefs.

under the whispering door | tj klune | standalone | fantasy | romance | found family | an unpleasant and selfish man in life, wallace price meets his reaper at his near-empty funeral and gets taken to a whimsical tea shop where he meets hugo, the ferryman whose job it is to help him move on and crossover into the afterlife. a task that becomes complicated as wallace starts developing feelings for hugo.

peter darling | austin chant | standalone | historical fantasy | romance | trans rep | peter pan retelling | ten years ago, peter pan left neverland to grow up, leaving behind his adolescent dreams of boyhood and resigning himself to life as wendy darling. growing up, however, has only made him realize how inescapable his identity as a man is.but when he returns to neverland, everything has changed: the lost boys have become men, and the war games they once played are now real and deadly. even more shocking is the attraction peter never knew he could feel for his old rival, captain hook—and the realization that he no longer knows which of them is the real villain.

the secret lives of country gentlemen | kj charles | first in a series | historical romance | regency era | a shabby london clerk who inherits a grand house on the remote romney marsh is unexpectedly reunited with an old lover and gets unexpectedly thrown in the world of smugglers.

the will darling adventures | kj charles | completed trilogy | historical romance | 1920s | it’s the 1920s and tensions are rising along with hemlines. soldier-turned-bookseller will darling finds himself tangled up in spies and secret formulas, clubs and conspiracies, bbolsheviks, blackmail, and bright young things. and dubious aristocrat lord arthur ‘kim’ secretan is right in the middle of it all: enigmatic, unreliable, and utterly irresistible.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo | taylor jenkins reid | historical romance | old hollywood | 1950s | 1960s | 1970s | aging and reclusive hollywood movie icon evelyn hugo is finally ready to tell the truth about her glamorous and scandalous life. but when she chooses unknown magazine reporter monique grant for the job, no one is more astounded than monique herself. why her? why now?

the charm offensive | alison cochrun | standalone | contemporary romance | reality dating show producer dev has always believed in romance/fairy tales and he works tirelessly to ensure magical happy endings happen on his show, even though his own love life is a disaster. but when disgraced tech wunderkin charlie is cast as the lead of their next season, dev has his work cut out for him to transform charlie into a man the ladies on the show might want and the viewers might like. charlie is far from a prince charming but as they get closer and closer, dev starts realising he might want him for himself. uh oh.

one last stop | casey mcquiston | standalon | contemporary romance | time travel | a 23-year-old realises her subway crush is displaced from 1970's brooklyn, and she must do everything in her power to help her - and try not to fall in love with the girl lost in time - before it's too late.

red, white, and royal blue | casey mcquiston | contemporary romance | new adult | alex, son of the us president, and british prince henry have to fake a pr friendship after a scandal at a royal wedding puts us-british relations at risk. only problem? they despise each other.

check please | ngozi ukazu | graphic novel | new adult | contemporary romance | coming of age | bitty, a southern ex-figure skater armed with a love of baking and a vlog joins his college’s hockey team and falls for his captain, the prodigal son of a famous nhl player whose own draft was derailed by an overdose of anxiety medication.

angels in america | tony kushner | theatre | aids | angels in america is the story of a gay man, prior alter, a 30-year-old New Yorker, whose lover, louis, abandons him when he falls ill with aids. transcendent forces—visions and angels—help transform Prior from a man dying of aids to a man living with aids. along the way, several romantic and platonic couples come apart, and the final social configuration of the play comprises a loose band of multi-generational, multiracial, queer friends.

the normal heart | larry kramer | theatre | aids | focuses on the rise of the hiv/aids epidemic in nyc between 1981 and 1984, as seen through the eyes of writer/activist ned weeks, the gay founder of a prominent HIV advocacy group.

love song to lavender menace | james ley | theatre | in 1982, two friends bob and sigrid opened their new radical lesbian, gay and feminist bookshop, 'lavender menace' on edinburgh's forth street. on the eve of the shop's 5th birthday, sales assistants paul and david take a look back at its origins, in this funny, moving play.

this is how you lose the time war | amal el-mohtar & max gladstone | sci fi | literary fiction | epistolary novel | time travel | an epistolary story told by two future beings, operatives on opposing sides of the "time war" tasked with ensuring that past events happen in ways that are amenable to their goals.

on earth we're briefly gorgeous | ocean vuong | literary fiction | epistolary novel | a letter from a vietnamese american son to his illiterate mother.

night sky and exit wounds | ocean vuong | poetry

time is a mother | ocean vuong | poetry

crush | richard siken | poetry

brokeback mountain | annie proulx | short story | two ranch hands, come together when they're working as sheepherder and camp tender one summer on a range above the tree line. at first, sharing an isolated tent, the attraction is casual, inevitable, but something deeper catches them that summer.

coming out under fire: the history of gay men and women in world war two | allan bérubé | non-fiction | history | wwii

#books #book rec #queer lit

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actual-changeling · 2 years ago

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i couldn't resist the urge to write this scene from aziraphale's pov, hopefully it's a good match <3

"Good job, angel." Crowley leans into his personal space like he has done hundreds of times before, a soft grin spreading across his face, and yet this time it sparked… something new in the back of Aziraphale's brain.

Since the very beginning, Crowley has referred to him as angel, which is, technically, a correct descriptor, and yet it has never been just about his ethereal origins. It is a moniker reserved for him and him only, an appeal to the goodness glowing in his heart, and an expression of the affection Crowley has for him. While it had never been safe to openly acknowledge it, the wisps of love weaving themselves into a net spanning several human lifetimes, Aziraphale had always known.

It was less 'angel' and more 'my angel' - and being his, in whatever shape or form, is all he has ever really wanted.

Realising he has been staring up at him for over a minute with a wide smile on his face, Aziraphale leans in just a tad bit closer, tipping his chin up in both an invitation and a challenge. Sides were a thing of the past now, and in hindsight, it is almost embarrassing how long it took him to fully embrace the fact that Crowley is just as much of a demon as he is an angel, and, most importantly, that it is a good thing.

His breath is a gentle ghost caressing his lips, warm and tasting all too familiar, like a beach campfire paired with honey-sweet wine, a spark of starlight resting within.

"You didn't do half a terrible job yourself, demon."

It is a risk, a comparably small one to the one Crowley took when kissing him all those months ago, a hop from a large rock instead of plunging off a cliff without a parachute—but his breath still catches in his throat when Crowley freezes. Then the most wonderful smile blooms on his face, all sunshine and adoration, and Aziraphale resists the urge to kiss it right off his lips.

"Gee, thanks, Aziraphale," he eventually responds, going for casual and attempting to will his face back into a scowl, but missing the mark by a mile on both. Without thinking about it, his hands move up to cup Crowley's face, marvelling at the way his cheeks fit perfectly within his palms.

He opens his mouth to allow the centuries of withheld affection to stream out, sweet and heavy like honey, yet Aziraphale isn't the least bit surprised when Crowley seizes the chance to kiss him, effectively shutting him up for the time being.

(There would be time for sweet confessions and pet names later, and isn't that a miracle - they will have a later, a tomorrow, the rest of time to catch up on every single way to say I love you and then invent some new ones just for themselves.)

we're all so used to crowley calling aziraphale angel as a term of endearment that we, like crowley, use it interchangeably with his name, but can you imagine..... aziraphale looking at crowley after everything, after they fought their way back to each other, after he made it really clear that he loves crowley the person regardless of his status as anything else....but he really wants to drive the point home that he loves crowley as he is, as a demon too, and he smiles so fondly at him and says, with so much affection that crowley can barely bear it: demon, just that one word, but clearly in the same way crowley says angel.....what do you think would happen to us? or to him? death by joy

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shuckinbeanz · 4 years ago

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SCREAM (Yan!GhostFace!Baku)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, implied sexual harassment/molestation and planned rape(but it doesn't happen, cuz Kats splodes & kills him and his lackeys), implied drugging, Katsuki goes insane(quite literally), Katsuki is a yandere(who knows his obsession is wrong, but he ends up snapping. and getting worse.), Katsuki's POV, nerdy reader, death, blood, gore, stalking, and murder. 👀 This is gonna be a two or three part fic because I couldn't resist the cliffhanger, but i wanna say reader is a bit fruitloopy, too.(just because of what i have planned for the end. this is a consent blog, sooo)

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This was originally supposed to be a tl;dr fic, so I cut back unnecessary parts(who cares how the minor bg characters croak ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we're here for the opening, the ending, and the lovin'), but there still is movie spoilers/references. Enjoy! (not me shamelessly promoting the other parts 😂)

This wasn't like those bitches who cornered you and degraded you in an empty space. They'd get a warning to fuck off. This wasn't like those pimpled extras who thought they even so much as had a chance with you. He'd scare them off and they'd run off with their tail between their legs. The braver ones who'd try cheesy things with you, like trapping you against something with their arms, and oh, especially the dumbass few who tried to cop a fucking feel would get a solid thwacking.

He remembers the old fucking retard office worker in the train who felt you up. It was extremely cathartic to beat that perverted extra shitless. He regrets not turning that asshole's face into a bowl before authorities had to come and pull him off the man before arresting him.

No, this was not like any of those. No, no, no, not at all. He remembers those damn extras and what they had planned.

And he was fucking seething. Seeing red, borderline frothing at the mouth, seething.

See, it takes a lot for Katsuki to really want to kill someone. He may be boisterous and loud, and somewhat violent, but he had self-restraint practically in spades. He didn't want to scare you, after all. If anything, he wanted to protect you. The sweet little studious thing he discreetly pays attention to in the peripheral of his vision whenever he hangs out with his friends. He didn't want to come off as stalkerish. Your cute sweaters and shirts, your cute bottoms you liked so much. He knew your favorite place to sit during lunch, he knew your favorite color(s), he knew what genres you liked, and he even knew what food(s) you enjoyed most. Hell, he even knows which neighborhood you lived in because he couldn't help but give in to his desires. He doesn't know the place you live in, because after a big fat internal war with himself he finally managed to pull himself away from you that one time. He didn't want to scare you.

He wanted to protect you. And he remembers every fucking word those perverts said.

The four were planning to get you alone with them, 'cordially invite' you to the club, and slip you a fucking roofie before hauling you off to God knows fucking where to rape you because one of them took a liking to you. Katsuki fucking snapped.

So here he was, buying a cheap ghost mask from the holiday section decked out with costumes and candy. "It's for my brat brother. He forgot the mask." he easily lied through his damn teeth when the cashier eyed him. When he came home, he opened his wardrobe to fish out clothes he's never worn before. He slips on a printed tank top that read "DIE" and pulled on fishnets and some black ripped skinny jeans, and the cropped hoodie he'd gotten but never wore, before securing his voice changer onto his mask before putting it on and pulling up the hood and securing it. He pulled on a pair of those blue latex gloves, pocketing his burner cellphone, and grabbing a steak knife before heading to the mudroom to pull on and tie up his black combat boots, then he headed out.

He already had that bastard's hangout and their residences scoped out; he also knew who they lived with. And luckily, tonight, one of those bastards was the last one there, deciding to finish up whatever was on their phone before leaving. So he made his move. Katsuki walked up to the man, his boots thudding. "Oh, hey, man. Come back for something?" he asked nonchalantly, but Katsuki remained silent, soon arriving right behind him, glaring down at the shorter man through his mask. He huffs in annoyance as the man continues looking at his phone, and he turns around then shouts, "What the fuck?!" and falls onto his ass, his phone clattering on the cement a distance away. Katsuki cracks his neck before lurching forward to knock him unconscious, nabbing his phone. After securing and muffling that extra, he swipes through his contacts, recognizing a face. One of those bitches that bullied you.

He wants to not only scare that bastard who pulled his friends in on a sadistic scheme, he wants to terrify him. He lifts his gaze to the poor unconscious sap, wearing a feral grin behind his mask as he plans.

That extra's bimbo sister will make the perfect opening scene.

A low, deranged chuckle escapes him.

~~~

He makes sure his voice changer is on before he scrolls through the contacts slowly until he sees a familiar face. Leaning back in his seat, he presses the call button, then puts it on speaker. It rings a couple of times before someone picks up. "Hey. Your brother lost his phone. I thought I'd just call to let you know." he says. 'Really, again?!' she sighs in exasperation. She fell for it. "Where would you like me to drop it off?" he asks, his tone friendly. 'Really? You one of that derp's friends? You're a lifesaver! I wouldn't hear the end of it.' she says, before giving him the address. Stupid little bitch. He could feel the corner of his mouth tick in a semblance of a smile, fingers lightly drumming on a pair of binoculars. "Cool! I'm nearby. I should be there in a couple minutes." he says, glancing up to the rearview mirror to her unconscious brother. Might as well have a little fun before he kills both of them. "Would you like to chat in the meantime?" he asks. 'Sure.' she snorts, and an alarm goes off a few times on her end. "What's that noise?" he asks. 'Oh, just something to snack on while I watch TV.' she replies. "Ooh," Katsuki hums, going along. "What are you watching?" he asks. 'Well, it's October, duh, so I'm watching some scary movies.' she says. "You like scary movies?" he hums. 'Yeah.' she says. "What's your favorite scary movie?" he asks, then she hums in thought.

'Dunno. Maybe Scream?' she says. 'It's got a bunch of sequels. I won't spoil it, but basically a psychopathic killer wearing a ghost costume goes around stabbing and killing students for the LOLs.' she explains. How ironic. He can't help the chuckle that escapes him as she asks, 'What's your favorite scary movie?'

He hums, taking a long moment to pause. The killer that inspired him. "Would it be bad if I say I liked those movies, too?" he asks. 'Nah~ A lotta people like it.' she giggles as he lifts the binoculars, looking through them between her windows. Wide-open. "I'm almost there." he lies. "Is your brother home?" he asks. 'No, he isn't. He usually stays out late, gets drunk. I wouldn't be surprised if he had to call me up and ask me to bail him out of jail, again.' she says. A soft snort escapes him. After a few moments, he asks, "What's your name?" spying her through the living room window. He could see her on her couch, sitting still. 'Why? Did he never tell you or something?' she asks after a moment of silence on her end. "Nah..." he sighs. "I just wanna know who I'm looking at." he says. Her end stays silent for several moments, and he watches her form tense up.

'What...did you say...?' she asks, her tone unsure with a twinge of fear. "I wanna know who I'm talkin' to." he says, watching her get up and peek out of a window. 'No. No...you definitely didn't say that.' she says, staring out the window. Too bad he was camouflaged in darkness a distance away. "What'd you think I said?" he snorts, playing dumb, watching her whip her head around. "What?" he asks. She remains silent. "Hello?" he calls to her. 'Oh, um...I gotta go.' she says hurriedly, moving to close the windows and lock them. "Wait, I still need to deliver the phone." he tries. He could hear her soft bangs through her rush on her end of the line. 'Uh, no, don't you come here.' she says, pulling her phone away from her ear to hang up, sending a pang of anger through his veins. "Don't you dare hang up." he growls, hearing her line end not a moment after. In a fit of rage, he throws his binoculars towards the passenger door with a loud thud.

After tossing the phone on top of the dash, he grips the steering wheel tightly, before inhaling deeply, then exhaling. He could hear a faint shuffling and a soft groan behind him in the backseat.

"Alright." he growls, looking up to the rearview mirror, snagging the phone. "We'll play it like that then." he hisses, opening his car door and getting out, then opening the back door as the terrified man begins to squirm and scream-his pathetic voice muffled by a cloth gag and layers of duct tape. He checks for his knife, before dragging the bastard out. "Shut up, will ya?" Katsuki grunts, knocking the man out again. "Persistent fucks." he hisses under his breath, raising the phone to redial the number. "I told you not to hang up on me." he says the moment she answers. 'Look, what the fuck do you want?' she snaps at him. How cute. He chuckles sinisterly. 'Just don't come here, okay?! Or I'll call the cops!' she exclaims before hanging up.

"Two can play at that game." he says as he takes the roll of duct tape before hauling the shorter man into a fireman's carry with a grunt. Again, he presses redial with his free hand, carrying the unconscious bastard to his sister's back door. And again, she answers.

'Listen here, you asshole--' "No, you listen to me, you fucking bitch." Katsuki seethed angrily through his mask, as he speed-walked to her back door. "You hang up on me one more fucking time, I'll gut you like a fish, ya understand?!" he raises his voice threateningly. He could hear her gulp on her end. "Yeah..." he sighs in relief when she doesn't hang up. "Not so hard, is it?" he almost coos. 'A-Am I a jo-oke to you...?' her voice wavers. He hums, long and low, setting his sight on a plastic lawn chair outback. "Nah." he says, finishing the last bit of distance with a few quick strides, dropping the duct tape onto the grass, and putting the phone into his other hand to take and lift the chair and bring it right before her back porch before setting it down. "More like..." he hums, taking the phone into his free hand again. "A game." he grunts, plopping the man down onto the chair upright. He takes a deep breath. "Can you handle that?" he asks, heading over to pick up the duct tape. "Kitty?" he references her cat-themed t-shirt, chuckling lowly when he can hear her thudding around her house in a panic to lock her doors.

While she pranced around inside, he made quick work of taping her unconscious brother securely to the lawn chair. 'I am like, seconds away from calling the cops...' he heard her weep fearfully through the phone. He snorts, picking up the phone. "They won't make it in time." he tells her, pressing the button to mute his side. "Hey, bastard. Pst." he slapped the man's face with his gloved hand. He stirs groggily. 'The fuh-fuck you want...?' she hiccupped fearfully. "Wake up, you damn perv." Katsuki grunts, standing and lifting a leg to kick him, startling him awake. Katsuki lifts the phone to unmute it, seeing that she'd hung up.

So he walks around the house, leaving his first victim behind, temporarily. When he arrives, he jabs his thumb against the doorbell a few times before removing himself from the peephole's view, chuckling at her shrill shriek. 'Who's there?! Stay away...! Who's there, I--' she goes off, sobbing, as he presses redial, the ring of her phone silencing her. "You should never ask who's there, you asking to die or something?" he asks when she answers, releasing a chuckle. 'Look, you've had your fun, why don't you just leave or something, or--or else.' she tries pathetically. He snorts. "Or else, what?" he asks.

'Or else my brother will be here any moment, and he'll be pissed, so your ass better be gone!' she tries to threaten him. "Sure~" he hums, rounding the house again, his tone disbelieving. 'He practically lives in the gym, so he's strong!' she wails fearfully. "Oooh~" he coos, "I'm shaking in my boots." he says sarcastically. 'You b-better just leave...' she whimpers. "His name wouldn't happen to be..." he pauses for the suspense, "____, would it?" he asks, standing away from the door's view.

'How...do you know his name...?' she asks after a few moments of silence. He shrugs. "I'm his friend, remember?" he hums, chuckling lowly as she softly denies what he said. "You know the little window beside your back door?" he asks. "Turn on the light, and push the curtain aside~" he rasps in a singsong. "And look out." he commands her.

He found sadistic joy in her sobs as she did as told; going to the back of her house, turning on her backdoor light before hesitantly pushing aside the curtain. He almost found catharsis as the man strapped to the lawn chair attempts to squirm and scream through his gag to his bimbo sister. 'God, no!!' he heard her scream, both through the phone and from inside her house, and he threatens her as she unlocks the door to open it for the bastard.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." he spat icily. 'No...no...' she sobbed, hurriedly slamming the door shut and locking it, making her brother shake his head fervently and cry out, in an attempt to have her save his ass anyway. Katsuki knew that wouldn't happen. 'Why're doing this...?' she cries fearfully. "I just wanna play a game~" he singsongs creepily. 'No...don--' "Then the fucker dies now." he threatens, reaching for the knife. 'No!! No!' she shrieks, "Then which is it, huh?" he asks. "Which. Is. It?" he growls, his fuse merely seconds from blowing.

'Oh God...' he heard her whimper. 'What...kind of game...?' she asks hesitantly. Fearfully. That's more like it, he thought. "Turn off the light, and you'll see what kind of game~" he coos. Moments later, the light turns off, and he releases a soft sigh of relief. "We're going to play...a little movie trivia." he says. "Answer the question correctly, and he'll live. Easy as that, alright?" he asks. 'Please stop...' she begs. "Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Promise." he chuckles.

"I'll even give you an easy warm-up question." he says. 'No, please don't do this...' she begs. "Awe, but it's from your favorite scary movie." he coos. 'No....' "Who were the killers in the first Scream?" he asks. 'I d-don't know...' she hiccups. "Yes, you do." he says. "Who were they?" he asks again. He hears her gulp. 'Billy and Stu...' she answers, hesitantly. "Yes! Correct answer." he grins sadistically from behind his mask. "Now, to the next one. In Scream 3, how did Cotton die?" he asks. 'Um...shot...! He was shot!' she answers hurriedly. "Oooh, sweetheart. You can't be even more wrong." he says, condescendingly. 'No! I'm right! I've watched the whole series like a hundred times!' she tries. "A hundred times? Then you should KNOW how everyone was killed!" he seethes. "That was the wrong answer. Now, your poor big brother...I'm afraid he's out~" he chuckles sinisterly. 'Wh-What are you--no...no, no! NO!' he hears her come to an epiphany as he takes his sharpened knife out. The light turns on and he can hear her desperate pleas, her banging from the 'safety' of her home, and the muffled voice of his first victim. "Not sorry, man. Perverts can go to hell~" he drives the knife inside the man's gut, then upwards vertically, splitting him open with rough, jagged jerks of his arm. The bloodcurdling screeches that came from the woman inside, and the fact that the first bastard was now dead brought Katsuki great catharsis.

He doesn't bother turning around to face her, knowing she was still watching while he lifted the phone up to speak into it again. "I'm in a really good mood, right now." he growls. He could hear her hiccups. Her pathetic sobs. "So guess what?~" he hums. 'No...no...please...'

"You get a bonus round!~"

He was so gonna enjoy killing every last one of those fuckers.

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universallychaoticpan · 3 years ago

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Drink you down

dark era dazai x reader

CW for drug reference

Another slight brain riot for you today, hope you enojoy <33

Dazai was convinced you were a drug incarnate;

Potent as Morphine you'd slip into his veins and take him over, make his head spin with every touch. Addictive and dark you pulled him in and kept him under, the temptation of you far too delicious to resist. Yours was a wild and strange love, twin devils lying among angels and ready to devour one another.

And when the sun rose, you were headier still. Long and lean you'd let your body fall open, stretching out beside him with your feline eyes soft with a smile. In the morning you were soft; by the evening, you were deadly once again; deadly and fierce and beautifully dangerous in a way that made his head spin.

To look at you was to watch art unfold in the imperfections of the artist, to witness fire burn off whiskey before drinking it down with all it's enticing heat. The measured space between your breathes came and went, in and out, his hand on your skin as your eyes fluttered closed again. These mornings were magic; when the sky was white with sun and the hum of the city couldn't touch you. And still, pieces of you stayed with him; tendrils of your scent on the air, the ghost of a touch on his chest.

Like a sacred secret, a wonderful high, you coaxed each other out into danger and sweetness and risk and the reward of it all.

It was dangerous.

It was lovely.

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

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REVOLUTION | vkook

[Jungkook x cyborg!Taehyung]

— wordcount: 3.8k

— genre: sci-fi/ action/ oneshot/ angst

— summary: Jungkook is on the side of the Resistance, but his heart belongs to the wicked Emperor's right hand. In a world of war, he'll have to choose between saving his people or the cyborg he's fallen so tragically in love with.

— notes: previously posted on army amino as "trust me not"

Space year 3043.

After seizing the throne of Nypso 773T , its android emperor has decided to exterminate all individuals human - the last bearers of free will still standing. To execute his commands, the order of the New Inquisition has been launched. Its wicked ways continue to terrorize the planet, and many humans have gone rogue to avoid death in Nypso's compression pits. Jeon Jungkook - the latest recruit of the Resistance, has been extracted from an Inquisition's camp after a month of captivity. During his stay there, an unexpected fascination with the order's leader has emerged. Now they're torn between duty and attraction, survival and the dire need of love in the robotic arms of Nypso 773T.

Pulling on his hood, Jungkook walked into the subway station where the mass of the automated proletariat was finally retreating to its charging points. The route of line 248 resonated in a pre-recorded audio in several transgalactic languages; the outdated robots and refugees here couldn't afford infixed translation. The next train was in seven minutes. Working machines were being produced without a sense of smell, so the coolants and liquids of the entire quadrant could drain freely, channelled through the platform. Supreme androids and cyborgs could almost tell the difference between fume-saturated air and waste matter. Humans, however, were bound to sense it.

Jungkook travelled with the scraps of a filtering mask over his nose and mouth.

A heavy overcoat protected him from curious eyes. Down its lackluster length, a multitude of pockets were sewn with the purpose of convenience, but the inner one by his right hip weighed with the wired device of a hologram transmitter. The message encrypted on it was intended for the eyes of the Resistance only, and its safe transportation had been entrusted to him. Was it the shortage of confidants or Jungkook's short, yet exceptional devotion to the cause that had brought him here, he couldn't tell. One thing was certain — danger stalked him somewhere in this crowd and it moved with a bullet's speed, disguised in coy metal. All solitude amongst machines was extirpated.

He wasn't alone.

But the field of his vision allowed him to suspect and nothing more. Between the industrial smog and the firearm fume, the human eye was unable to discern too much. Few instruction panels hung low over the heads of the departees, providing the dimmest of illumination in venom-tinted yellow where the light of all other signs failed to stretch out to. Propaganda scrolled through interconnected displays in the skyscraping height.

As the train arrived in virid smoke, drunkenly quivering atop the rusted rails, the mob prepared for departure, loud and on the verge of an electric collapse. In the midst of it Jungkook joined the aggressive momentum and it hauled him to the doors. The informants from Quadrant-3 had warned him about identification scanners — each entrance had been installed two of those, in addition to a memory-extracting mechanism, so that all workers could be wiped clean of cache; Nypso liked its slaves productive.

Blazingly red, the scanning rays licked the identification numbers off all mechanic forearms. Each number consisted of uniquely stringed digits and Nypsoian letters, irreplicable and theft-proof, unless, of course, forcefully extracted. Yet such force was hardly ever applied reversibly.

So when Jungkook lifted his sleeve, baring the tattooed numerals on vulnerable display, he knew he had engraved himself with the ink and blood of another.

Collateral damage, they'd call it — the dismantled, maimed anthropomorphic remains of those who had been sacrificed for the camouflage of the Resistance. Through the scanners and the all-seeing surveillance apparatus Jungkook slithered like a ghost, a phantom of matter but never of face. He seated himself in the vacancy of a secluded section at the back of the train, and watched as the vehicle resurfaced overground.

The halved star of Nypso 337T had begun to roll out of sight. Space wind evaded the thin synthetic atmospheric layers, bringing forth what the code specifics referred to as frostnip. Nights here began with euphoria, beauty amid the blistered flesh of the universe, but escalated just as abruptly. Thousands of beings fell victims to the unforgiving cold. The corpses would be disposed of in the vast abyss of the Omicron Galaxy and left to the mercy of the antigravity and destructive cyclones. Sometimes parts of them would fall back on Nypso with the acid torrents.

The cadaverous rains.

Upon crossing the interquadrant border, the train entered a zone of electric anomaly, causing all working robots to cease operating. Jungkook rose from his uncomfortable seat immediately. He was quick on his feet; he headed to the emergency exit in the back. Moving across a high-up, scaffold-like railway with speed disproportionate to its poor technicity, the vehicle was to reach a rail intersection in a matter of minutes — the only window he'd be provided for a secure escape. The man clutched the transmitter through the fabric of the overcoat. A flicker of utter fright glistened in his eyes, the one a madman's irises would produce before he jumps off to death.

A madman, yes, but not alone in his madness.

Because when he threw himself forth in the open air, he knew he would land in the hands of his allies, the members of the Resistance. With a thump and several Nypsoian curses, Jungkook was caught by an aircraft of the forces from Quadrant-4. The second he regained balance, the pressure in his lungs and brain dispersed to free space for relief. General Kim dismissed the crew to greet him.

He grinned. "Lucky to see you here today. We barely managed to get the plane off the ground with the low temperatures."

"Thank you, sir. Captain Jung wasn't lying 'bout your piloting."

"Don't thank me. Min over there conducted the maneuvers today, the lucky bastard." And Jungkook glanced at the back of the pilot's disheveled head, hair chopped and jet black. "Do you have it?"

Derivative of the devices from before the last technological purge, the hologram transmitter was an antique of its own, coded in a long-lost language. It was technically unhackable. The greatest legacy of its predecessors, though, was the function of restricted access, touch-activated to be precise. When the device came into contact with General Kim's palm, trillions of holographic particles erected the glowing, mapped structure of a hollow sphere.

"The core powerhouse!" Jungkook gasped.

"A precise, high-resolution map of the planet's life source. After all these years of gathering data and risking the wellbeing of our entire kind, it's finally complete. We have the key to taking the emperor down, kid." The corner of the General's mouth quirked up. "We have it."

As if prompted by the glimpse of hope, the graspable salvation of mankind, intermittent flashes of red spread like rashes on the titanium insides of the plane while alarms were triggered in the cockpit. Jungkook tripped as the aircraft went into a sudden dive.

The co-pilot cried out, "Enemy crafts, sir. Attempters FM-14, annihilation mode engaged."

"Min, can you make it to the headquarters?" Kim shouted, tying himself to a seat by the plane wall.

Jungkook was still upright, shifting his weight as if hoverboarding. His eyes followed the attackers as the unmanned Attempters deployed their missiles. With a target on its silver hull, the plane of the Resistance forces looped and spiralled between the Quadrant-4 blockscape similarly to a turbulent projectile. But before even managing to be vocal about the pilot's nonpareil skills, he glimpsed the violent gush of blood from Min's shoulder.

Jungkook yelled, "Captain, you're fucking bleeding!"

"I am?," Min shrugged, reducing the throttle from the plane's inversion, motions still as steady as a surgeon's. "About time I showed these can-openers I can beat them single-handedly."

"The Resistance has evaded all attacks again, commander. I must say the human persistence is exhausting me already."

Left arm spasming from damage, Taehyung replied tremulously, "I dispatched two of our best Attempters their way. They must've anticipated an onrush."

Next to the mechanical grandness, the soul-breaking presence of the emperor, Taehyung appeared like a solitary speck of steel; a cyborg utterly defenseless against his superior. He was second to his leader; the right hand of the radically unique conqueror of Nypso 337T and scion of the mighty Omicron race — undoers of time and space. To support his position and survival, he had been recruited as commander of the New Inquisition.

Over the metal of his palms, there was overmuch human blood. The emperor, however, was still unsatisfied with its amount.

"Their defense cannot withstand our supremacy much longer. Can you perhaps figure out why, commander? Why is humankind bound to die out?"

Some deeply buried piece of Taehyung shattered, knowing that the battle he'd deliberately spared the humans was nothing but a hurdle in the long run of their eradication. All his efforts to decelerate the inevitable — governed not by the remains of his anthropoid body but by those of his human mind — were, ultimately, futile. He'd reset the coordinates of the Attempters, encrypted the outdated frequencies of the Resistance, screened the infiltration of their informant, but at what cost? He hadn't given them advantage but mere false hope.

"Because of its will, of course. The free will of humans will lead them to their ultimate end. But first, it will lead them to me." The android's speech was toneless through the holographic projection, yet his virtual presence diminished all strength of the commander's. "Our high-rank infiltrator in the Resistance has information that an assault on the powerhouse is being plotted. I want all units in position tomorrow. The rebellion must be eliminated instantly."

"Through a strengthened line of defense?"

"A lethal one. There must be no survivors. Obey your system, commander, and your emperor."

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty."

Bowing to the conquerer of worlds might have felt elevating once; it may have propelled pride, safety and life, yet it only sparked misery in the metal now. Once the hologram had dispersed, Taehyung collapsed in a stroke of electric current. The fine components of his bionic system had experienced pressure unfit for his outdated build, which happened often when machines failed a designated mission. The scheme with the Attempters would cost him pain unlike any other. Pain of both flesh and robotics.

It took him twelve full minutes to regain consciousness. When he finally did, the back of his brain was burnt to charcoal black, as if he could only recall the excruciation of being electrocuted and nothing before it. He was a high-ranking Nypsoian soldier, a breed of hominid warrior blood and light steel tempered in the titanium core of the star of Adastreia, and he remembered his own pain only. Little by little, bits of data deteriorated within him and memories faded away like flashes of a time long-gone.

He was slowly being erased.

Everything he'd done to protect the man he loved on the other side of law backfired right at him. Instead of saving humanity, he slowly ceased to be human.

He needed to hear his voice more than ever.

Even if he couldn't quite retrieve the sound of it.

The jittery projection of Jungkook's face illuminated the entirety of the bunker, and his eyes bore into Taehyung's, expectant, laden with horror. Each of their rare conversations would begin with shared silence. Life was a variable — both had to be prepared for it to assume its last value at any given moment. The signal was horridly damaged as both sides had dialed from their underground hideaways, one right beneath the emperor's throne room, and the other from the fortified catacombs of Quadrant-4.

"I'm sorry I couldn't call earlier, I--"

Jungkook forced a lopsided smile, enough to hurt but not to discourage. "It's okay. You called."

"Are you alright? The Attempters went close and by the time I seized remote control, they'd fired at one of yours. The pilot."

"Min. He's fine. I guess he'd seen worse than your machine guns," The man chuckled softly. "Man, he even fired back, one hand on the panel, and the other holding a BL-544 out the perforated windshield."

Then Jungkook burst into laughter, lighthearted and paranormally unfit in the midst of the misery of all else. His eyes translated into blueish pixels, so Taehyung could barely visualize the mottle of dark-brown and grey they were in the light, or the dual glint of gravely seriousness and daredevilry inside them. At times like this, it was the eyes that made him feel entirely human. His eyes.

Elated for a brief second, Taehyung said, "I wish I could see you. I think my memory is being messed up with, and I'm starting to forget you."

"That's why we call, right? So we don't forget who the real enemy is."

Who was the real enemy?

"They're planning an attack on the core. The arsenal should be distributed by tomorrow at noon, but it'll be no surprise if you already knew that," said Jungkook, voice suddenly thicker. "What's been ordered to the defense forces?"

"A direct confrontation, fast and brutal. He wants all units charged and ready to dispatch anyone at sight. I'll try to talk him out of the melee but I don't know how much I can do about it."

"You've done more than enough already. Just...stay safe. Whole, preferably."

"Okay, I told you, what happened in Apus was an accident. It was a one-time thing. One. Time!"

Jungkook chortled, having Taehyung join him shortly after, both high on the feeling of detachment from everything and everyone. It was the two of them in this conversation, in this little world of theirs, free from barriers and pain and tyranny.

"You too," Taehyung said. "Stay safe."

"Will do. I'll see you at the end of the world, right?"

"See you then. Hey, Jungkook, I just wanted to tell yo--"

But the signal was cut off and the picture turned grainy with empty pixels all of a sudden. The muffled aggression of bangs and kicks brought down the door of Taehyung's secluded bunker and a horde of his own inquisitors rushed in, driven by electricity, bloodthirst and imperial will. The cyborg was taken hold of.

His heavy body writhed in the intruders' grip, but to no avail. In the distance he overheard his former inferiors repeat the protocol of his detainment. Only one kind of seizure required the full unrelenting force of the Inquisition androids.

The one coming directly from the emperor.

As the Resistance soldiers advanced farther into the outer Core, the grip on their assault rifles weakened, wet from the heat accumulated, bewildered by the void of the empty powerhouse. The pulsating, current-pumping heart of Nypso operated under a dome of steam and titanium systems. In its veins surged the lifeblood of an entire civilization, the supreme vigor of the Nypsoian predatory machine and the technology behind its expansive aggression.

Today its heartbeat would flatline once and for all.

Jungkook carried a Proxima L-90 — a relevantly ugly, simple ray weapon meant to inflict moderate damage — with the back of it braced against his underarm, holding the shadows at gunpoint. His face burned under a filtering mask, yet the odds of being violently poisoned were too great to succumb to convenience. Fire in his ribs and steel in his brain, he moved forward.

The promised confrontation of the emperor's forces never happened. General Kim signalled for all units to stand down.

"The motion sensors show movement in our perimeter. 100 meters ahead, 50 sources," he whispered. "Charge your weapons."

But in Jungkook that sparked suspicion so bothersome it twisted his insides, made him want to vomit. Fifty defenders appointed at the most significant structure on the planet — something didn't seem — didn't feel — right. Yet his trust in Taehyung lay unquestioned. He'd spoken to him about a frontal attack and a frontal attack was to be. Nothing but those words could force him forward.

Nothing but the belief that today could change the universe forever.

A swarm of androids emerged from the depths of the powerhouse, wearing imperial armour. They imitated human forms, carried themselves in a human manner, but didn't hesitate in their stride, unlike the Resistance whose fear pierced it through. These were machines without faces, painted in the colors of war and destruction, forged with no soul and no purpose but murder; the inquisitors. And when they charged onwards, every being of flesh shivered in frail mortality. The androids opened immediate fire.

However, the fifty of them were not alone. More crawled out of the corners, the corridors, and every spot dark became a black portal spitting inquisitors. In seconds the Resistance forces were severely outnumbered.

Back against General Kim's, Jungkook tore apart enemies with ray projectiles with insufficient speed. Like demons from neon and metal, like nightmares flooding the innocent mind, the androids burst forth and immobilized the formation of the rebellion. Soon enough, the man was fighting machines with electrocuting blades and bare hands.

"I'm almost out of ammo. We need to get to the main generator and place the bomb," the General shouted as he shot an inquisitor's head through, thus releasing Jungkook from his grip.

"We gotta make our way through."

"I'll help with that!" With one arm immobilized and the other on the trigger of a close-range blaster, Min approached the two. His stubbornness had earned him a spot in the field forces today, but his injury must've weighed him down.

The captain, though, was a survivor.

"Run!" Min cried. "I'll blast whatever follows you."

Jungkook and the General sprinted forward that instant, too overwhelmed with gunfire and smoke and adrenaline to take in the sight of the captain relentlessly throwing himself into the crossfire. As they cleaved the imperial horde, as they fired and slashed their way through — fruits of the flesh in the unhomogenous battle broth — he held back their pursuers for as long as he could. The shrill vox of Min's blaster quietened while they ran, and so did the remainder of the fight, distant but heavy on the brain.

At some point, Jungkook found himself utterly lost in the hypnosis of metal and screams.

Kim snapped him out when they reached a dead end at a corridor intersection. The map led to a hatch in the floor, then to an underground space where the generator was located. When Jungkook pulled the horizontal door open, the General jumped onto the grated platform it revealed. Nightmarish shivers creeped under the former's skin as if on the brim of something horrible and irreversible. Something of monumental grandness, yet something hellbound had been released with their appearance in the Core. Unaware of its specifics, Jungkook descended shortly after, shaken by the feeling of death pricking on his bare nape.

"We have to be quick," General Kim whispered. "The bomb will create an electromagnetic pulse that will disarm all electric systems on the planet. It must be as close to the core as we can get it, so be prepared to do whatever it takes for this to work. Promise me that, Jungkook."

The man wanted to stutter, to assure his comrade that the Resistance is once again in luck and prevailing. But empty promises had no place in his head anymore. Rather, they belonged in the ashes of the man he used to be once; of the world he once used to live in. His answer came pure of all boyish naiveness.

"I promise, sir."

"Good. This way."

Monochrome light, combat boots against the platform. They travelled in silence and dark anticipation. The generator came in sight several meters after, oblivious in its lifeless shell of titanium and wire. The two men entered the holy premises of the inner Core like only heartsick worshippers would — with their heads craving redemption above all.

The bomb was wrapped in cloth — a hastily packaged weapon of mass destruction. The General stripped it bare. His face twitched in untimely satisfaction as he carried it to the top of the generator, whose size extended kilometers under the ground, highest point peaking through a cavity in the grates.

But as the General was activating the mechanism, a splashed, abstract pattern of his blood printed itself onto Jungkook, who remained paralyzed steps away. The laser projectile went right through Kim, exiting his torso clean of guilt and hesitation.

The younger pointed his gun at the distance, at the wide, half-human frame of the attacker, tears in his eyes as he came in the luminescent light.

"Jungkook, put the gun down, please--"

Buy everything within him screamed. "Stand back! I'm warning you! Stand back or I'll fucking shoot you."

Jungkook glanced at the sprawled body of General, eyes then set on Taehyung again. He went feral, wild with betrayal and shock that his mortal stomach could feast on for days. They held each other at gunpoint, lovers in the grip of a war unfought.

"Sir, stay with me. Just hold on."

"Jungkook, listen to me. Put your gun down. Now!"

"No, you listen to me! What have you done?! We've been fighting for this for so long and now that we have a chance to change everything, you turn against your own. We are on the same side, you fool! Help me save him!"

"I'm afraid I can't," Taehyung replied, voice stern like never before. "I can't help you anymore. I've done so much for humans and I've never been one, never will be. I am who I am and I've picked a side already. I picked the one I belong to."

"I thought we belonged together."

The bomb lay semi activated next to Kim. All that stood between it and Jungkook was his unwavering machine of a lover, the leader of the Inquisition with only half flesh, half heart. And neither of the two were willing to surrender now.

Not when the love of each was at stake.

"We can't both leave this room, Jungkook. One of us will have to shoot. It's either me or you on the count of three."

"I would've died and killed for you!"

"One."

"I wanted a future with you, Taehyung!"

"Two."

"I loved you!"

"Three. I still do."

And Jungkook collapsed, trapped between the corpses of his friend and lover, finger on the trigger that had failed to protect the former and ended the latter. Tears welled in his black eyes as he enabled the electromagnetic explosive.

The faith of the universe rested in his unsteady hands. His whole world, however, had fallen cold in his feet.

In the very last seconds of Nypso, he wished to have never set foot on the goddamned planet of death and destruction.

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