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“ Being self-aware fucking sucks, I wish I was a cucumber. ”
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I’VE MOVED MY BLOG TO THIS ONE, FOLLOW MY BABE IF YOU WANT TO KEEP WRITING WITH ME :)
I WANT TO WRITE HIM AGAIN, BUT THIS BLOG GOT MESSY AND OLD, I NEED A FRESH START!
“ Being self-aware fucking sucks, I wish I was a cucumber. ”
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I’VE MOVED MY BLOG TO THIS ONE, FOLLOW MY BABE IF YOU WANT TO KEEP WRITING WITH ME :)
I WANT TO WRITE HIM AGAIN, BUT THIS BLOG GOT MESSY AND OLD, I NEED A FRESH START!
“ Being self-aware fucking sucks, I wish I was a cucumber. ”
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I’ve decided to archive this blog and make another, I think that the messiness of it is why I am having so much trouble getting back to my baby. So, I’ll work on remaking him and will link his new blog here once I am done with that! If anyone cares to follow the new blog. :)
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“ I’m p r o u d to be different,
it’s the best thing about me. ”
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made a new header, cleared out my drafts. Now on to my tracker! I’ll get this blog back up and cleared out I can do dis
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so! I will be dropping most my things and starting over! This blog has turned into a mess and I want to clear it all up so I can use it again! :)
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@ofdolittles gets a starter ♡
Klaus was trying his hardest to stay clean. It was proving a difficult project, but he’d realised that if he could occupy his mind, he was able to relax a little. Ben — sweet, confident Ben — had mentioned to him that sometimes, people with PTSD and other mental issues found animals easier to deal with. And, hey. They say animals can see ghosts. So maybe Klaus would find solace in a pet?
And he did. But the lady whose dog it was that Klaus was cuddling with eventually found out and threatened to hang him by the balls if he touched her fur baby again.
[You need your own pet, Klaus. Or volunteer at a shelter? Or a vet hospital. Cuddle sick pets. Help them heal while they help you heal.]
And Klaus had laughed at him because wow, Ben could be so cheesy sometimes. But he still found himself tiptoeing into a Veterinary hospital anyway, taking advantage of the secretary being busy to sneak into the recovery room and sit on the floor, beside a cage that had a sick sleeping puppy. He laid his head as close as he could and squeezed his hand through the bars so he could cradle and pet its soft little paw.
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Me: My period’s late, does that mean I’m pregnant????
Me: Oh right haha I’m a virgin it’s fine
October 1st, 1989: Good evening
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Bucky tried to breathe. Tried to calm himself down. But it wasn’t an easy task. Especially when Ben told him the people Klaus was talking to were Russian. Under his breath, more to himself than Ben, he muttered, “Red Room.”
He did, however, sheathe the knives. There was no need for them, he reminded himself. It was still difficult. Quietly, he told Ben, “I don’t know. How many people I’ve killed. They never told me and I’ve never counted.“
Klaus, drenched in sweat, stared at the ghosts of angry Russian men, trembling from the exhaustion and withdrawals as he tried his hardest to understand what was happening. Honestly, he was overwhelmed by their shouting and the soft ramblings of a gentle woman to his left.
“M-Mister James PLEASE untie my wrists please let me out of this room-” He grimaced, tears streaming down his face as he tried to press his ears between his arms to dim the screaming.
Ben crouched beside Bucky and frowned at him, reaching a hand out but not touching him. He wasn’t sure whether he was corporeal enough to touch anyway, but he also didn’t think that it would be a good idea. “It’s fine, I’m not judging. Anyone who gets my brother sober is good in my book.”
Bucky was absolutely miserable right now. And he couldn’t stand hearing Klaus screaming. The soldier was shivering. He didn’t quite meet Ben’s eyes as be told the young man quietly, “Go take care of your brother. I’ll… I’ll come untie him in a few minutes.”
Honestly, he just wanted to be left alone. He’d not handled that well. Plus he needed to put his weapons away, but that was secondary. What he really needed was a chance to get himself back together. To get his breathing under control, try to bring his heart rate down, and to rinse the taste of vomit out of his mouth. He couldn’t face Klaus just yet. And he really couldn’t do it if the man was still screaming.
Ben watched the man for a little longer. He wanted to help him, but he wasn’t able to touch him and that made things a little more difficult. Klaus was weak and panicking, his power wasn’t nearly as strong as it could be. And so yes, he was visible, but not tangible. “Only because you don’t look like you want anyone near you.” He nodded and stood slowly.
Klaus was sobbing, screaming. His breathing was quick paced and uneven, he kept tugging at his bounds in a panic, and kicking toward the ghosts as if that would help at all. Ben gripped whatever power Klaus had in himself at the moment and tugged at it, giving himself the ability to use his own power and rid the room of any ghosts.
And so Klaus stopped screaming. None of the dead were currently in the room ,and Ben had left to allow his brother to recover. He sat there, attempting to catch his breath. He grimaced at his bloodied wrists, having injured them in his panicked attempts at freeing himself.
Chance
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Draven shook his head, his long black hair in a bun shook side to side. “You wont have to pay anything until you get on your feet” he mumbled as he scribbled down a phone number. “If you think the streets are not where you want to be anymore then give that number a call and say that Draven sent you” he flashed him a small smile.
“Its no rehab, its just not the streets. Just a bed” he shrugged. The thought of letting Klaus go out to stay on the streets terrified him. There was many gay men turning up dead lately. He didn’t want one of their names to be Klaus. He licked his lips and looked down before getting eye contact with the younger man. “So… why don’t you think the other times you tried to get clean didn’t work?” he asked curious.
“We can sort that” he nodded “I know a guy, a really good guy. Its clean stuff” he sighed “you don’t want to be messing with that shit, i know what its like to be poisoned” he scratched the back of his neck. All this talk was making his arms itch but he was never going back. If Klaus was going be using he wanted it to be safe stuff.
“Getting clean is hell, Its the fucking worst” he shook his head and looked up at the ceiling before looking at the man he was helping. “But if your anything like in the place that I was… your not really living, your just trying your best to survive against something that’s going to kill you” he cleared his throat. “I’ve helped 4 people get clean and I’ve lost 2 others. The four clean people work for me now. I want something like that for you” he was hoping he wasn’t scaring the man off but he really did feel like he was in a dark place.
Klaus looked down, not wanting to let the other see how ashamed he was of himself. If it wasn’t for the ghosts, Klaus would be clean. He knew he would. He’d only done drugs to keep them away, so really, it was their fault! And perhaps his father’s, since he never actually cared enough to help Klaus with his abilities properly.
He took the paper and looked down at the number, pressing his lips together. He didn’t feel like being his usual dismissive self, to put on a fake smile and laugh it off. He was tired. Very tired. And he just.. gave in. He didn’t even try to come up with a lie. “Because I can see ghosts, and if I’m not high, they literally wail at me 24/7. How else am I supposed to not just go completely nuts?”
The conjurer looked up, eyes bright and wet from the tears of frustration in his eyes. He just wanted to breathe. Too bad he seems to be unable to die. With a weak chuckle, Klaus hugged his too-thin frame and lied his chin down onto his knees, biting his lip. “Yeah well I’m more likely to be number three of those you lost, sorry. If I’m lucky anyway.” He knew that this sort of talk made people nervous. Was Klaus suicidal? Not really. He’d just be happy if something finally managed to kill him, and keep him dead this time.
12 steps / Draven and Klaus (Closed Starter)
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“Daaaaaaaaanny?” Klaus swayed slightly, leaning against the doorframe. He’d told Danny in text that he’d been living in the alleys, and now that he was being expected to show up, Klaus 110% wanted that bath time.
He buzzed the number again, laying his head against the door. “Come on..”
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Klaus, waking up after his 6th overdose: Where am I?
Diego: ICU.
Klaus: I see you too.
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