#rocking back and forth like a psychopath

[xozombiee]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE

[overlordoftherats]

Listening to TMP after TMA is so fucked up because what do you mean I’m sitting in bed rocking back and forth muttering “it glitches when they lie, the audio- it glitches when they lie” like I’m some kind of fuckin psychopath

[frenchkisstheabyss]

7 Psychopaths: Wooyoung

x Summary: You are X, a seasoned assassin, and your boss has just assigned you an unusual task. You have two weeks to gather six men for a top-secret mission that requires their unique brand of psychopathy. The trick is, you've got romantic history with all of them.

A detail that might make this a walk in the park or the fight of your life. Time to find out...

x Pairing: assassin!wooyoung x assassin!chubby!fem!reader

x Genre: angst/crime au/smut

x Word Count: 1.5k-ish

x Warnings: oral sex (f & m receiving), 69, face riding, deep throating, knives, guns, blood, shooting, stabbing, explosions, strong language, disposable side character deaths, pet names (baby/darling). ya know, fun stuff.

x A/N: This is #3 in a series of 6 stories featuring two members from TXT, two from ATEEZ, and two from Stray Kids. They all follow the same theme and can be read chronologically or you can jump around. I support the chaos.

Previous Psychopath: Lee Know | Next Psychopath: Seonghwa | OR Start From The Beginning

Oskemen, Kazakhstan. Population 326,498 excluding, of course, one pyromaniac who managed to slip through the cracks. You’re pleasantly surprised that Woo managed to keep himself concealed for so long, especially with his affinity for, in his own words, “Making things go BOOM.” Preferably with the intended target in it but he isn’t above cracking a few eggs to make an omelet.

“Seek fucking help!” was the last thing you remember shouting at him before you went your separate ways. His reaction? That undeniably Woo laugh that earned him the codename Jackal, a wink, and a kiss blown with full sincerity. “See you soon!” he sang, hopping into that godforsaken van you always hated. “Over my dead body, Wooyoung!”

Oskemen, Kazakhstan. Population 326,498 excluding, of course, one pyromaniac who managed to slip through the cracks—and you, riding his face midday with the windows open. You said you’d see him again over your dead body. You never said anything about him being under your living one. The bed frame squeaks as your knees rock back and forth into the mattress. Woo’s arms are locked around the fluffiest part of your thighs, making it easy for him to snatch you up whenever you lean too far forward for his liking.

It’s difficult not to when he’s fucking you with his tongue like his life depends on it, making the most feral, animalistic noises when his lips smack around your clit. “Woo, oh my god. How many tongues do you have?” you whine, collapsing forward as his tongue moves in unpredictable patterns that have you losing the ability to think straight. Your head lands in his lap giving you a rather cinematic view of his cock standing thick, hard, and pretty for you. 

Collecting the perfect amount of spit at the front of your mouth, you lick your way up from the base of it, twining your tongue around his throbbing shaft. Woo’s stomach contracts against yours, the unexpected warmth of your mouth when your lips envelop the head of his cock making him groan between your legs. “No fair,” he chokes, “You can’t do that.” You shrug, fingers wrapping around his cock to pump him slow and sweet. Your thumb rolls over the rim, your tongue busy collecting arousal from the very tip of him, “Then do something about it.”

With your hips eased forward he can see the wetness leaking from between the lips of your pussy onto his chest and he has to have you back on his tongue. What a tasty ‘something’ to do. It’s a playful tug-of-war between the two of you. You leaning forward to deep throat him into next week, him dragging you back to his mouth to stick his tongue far enough inside you that he’s licking your lungs. “Stop running from me, baby” he pouts, tapping at your thighs. You pinch the head a little and he squeaks, “So cute you are.” You want to tease him longer, drag this on forever, but you’re so close and he’s right behind you. Just a little further and—

You're startled by a knock at the front door that's hard enough to splinter the wood of the door frame. You sit up straight, as straight as Woo will let you under the circumstances, hushing your moans to listen for voices. All the while your hand’s still stroking him and he hasn’t missed a beat between your thighs. There are voices. Male. But you can’t make out what they’re saying. The men bang at the door again, shouting in a language you don’t understand.

“Who is it?” you call out in your civilian voice. Forgoing the pleasantries, they begin to kick the door, knowing as well as you do that it won’t hold up to too much force. “Just a second! I’m coming!” Shit, you are. Your hips writhe on Woo’s face, your orgasm sending chills through your body that give you goosebumps. “Me too” he whispers and your lips are around him again, praying that whoever’s outside the door will go away. Maybe they’re just really aggressive bible salesmen.

The front door flies open, hanging on by one rusted hinge. Three armed men charge through the busted door frame, immediately tearing the apartment apart searching for something or someone. Bible salesmen? Nah. One of the men picks up a chair and sends it crashing through a window. Aggressive? Yes. Another heads straight down the hallway, ripping open closet doors until he reaches the bedroom. He busts it open, his gun aimed dead center at the bed where you sit wrapped in blankets. Alone.

You scream bloody murder, backing into the headboard. You’re tearing up, fingers gripping the blanket, “Please, don’t hurt me.” You aren’t what he expected to see, throwing him off as he approaches the edge of the bed. He hesitates a moment. A moment too long. Two blades dig into his feet, cutting through his thick black boots like butter. Woo slips from under the bed, severing the man’s Achilles tendons and sending blood gushing out onto the carpet.

“I’m never getting my security deposit back now” he whines, sweeping behind the man to slit his throat. The gun goes off in the man’s hand, sending a bullet flying through the lamp in the corner. You race across the bed, still wrapped in blankets, and snatch the gun from his hand, turning into the hallway in enough time to shoot one of the others in the neck. “I need clothes!” you shout, taking cover across the hall in the bathroom.

“Is that really #1 on our list right now?” “You were just bitching about your security deposit! You got sweatpants, I need something!” Woo groans, “Fine!” Bullets fly down the hallway, trapping Woo with the dying man and you with—

Feeling watched, you cut your eyes at the bathtub and spot a man bound and gagged in the bathtub. You roll your eyes. “What the fuck?” you say under your breath, pretending not to see the bound man. That’s a problem for later because the man you shot in the neck has you by yours, throwing you across the bathroom. Your head cracks against the wall, darkening your vision. He grabs a towel, pressing it to his neck. The room’s getting darker for him too but you’ve gotta pay.

He pulls the trigger again, nearly shooting you in the neck. You dodge it, steadying yourself long enough to empty a clip in his chest. Tossing your gun to the side, you crawl over to grab his as he slumps down in a corner. In the hallway gunshots continue. Glass breaks. Walls shake. The last two men standing fighting for their lives with everything they can grab. By the time you get to your feet, gun in hand, they’ve made their way back to the living room.

You take your time getting there, the scent of blood dripping from your nose nauseating, and find Woo beating the last man with the broken leg of a table. He stops only when he feels you by his side, his chest covered in blood, and rises to admire his handiwork. You aim the gun at the man’s head, pulling the trigger for good measure.

Woo frowns, “Excessive, don’t you think?” You glance down at the wooden leg in his hand, raising a judgemental eyebrow. “Right,” he sighs, grabbing a bundle of clothes from the floor, “For you, darling.” 

Stepping out onto the street hand in hand with Woo, you try to blend in with the locals. An impossible task considering your bloody clothing and his cut-up face. You move as quickly as you can, letting him guide you while you keep an eye out for cops. “Woo, wait. What about that man?” “What man?” “The one in your tub. If anyone finds him—” Woo stops walking, tapping his foot as he stares down at his watch. “5…4…3…2…”

A sudden explosion sends a ball of fire shooting from the side of the building, sending what was left of Woo’s apartment raining down on the street below. “What man?” he smiles, dragging you down a nearby alley where his van awaits at the other end. Approaching the back of the van you notice a dark car pull in behind you. Sleek and vintage, it immediately feels familiar. It is familiar. And the driver—

“Woo—” you begin to say but a sharp pain in your throat cuts you short. “Aww, baby,” Woo coos, easing the needle out of your neck, “I’m really sorry about this.” Tossing the syringe to the side, he cradles you in his arms and carefully lays you on the ground. In seconds your muscles fail you, leaving your body to depend only on involuntary actions to stay alive. The crunching of tires against dirt is deafening as the car comes to a halt inches away from your head.

Woo stands over you, inspecting you for any sign that you might be in pain. “I really want to help you with your little mission. Get the gang back together and all but there’s been a…complication.” Just as you feel yourself getting drowsy, a second figure enters your line of vision, pushing back a pair of dark glasses to take you in. Seonghwa grins, the bottom row of his teeth metallic and shiny, “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Long time no see.”

[hutahuta]

Subtle things he do when he in love with you with pavia?

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GN!Reader — // wjajqksjwjs ilysm anon you're such a sweetheart !!! (*´▽`*)ﾉｼ

request more !! they're so fun.

i hope this is okay,, i'm not sure if I did good with this jwkskwkskk

Subtle? Ha. What's subtle about this man? ( *ᴗˬᴗ)⁾

But maybe. — it is possible.

Midnight Intimacy — Hear me out, I don't think Pavia would really sing in front of you. ( Or he might, it depends really. It might be really exaggerated since he does really want to hear your laughs. ) But he definitely hums a quiet melody, maybe even sings the words a little then and there under his thick accent as he holds your tender body close to him, rocking back and forth as if the both of you are sitting on one of those rocking chairs. Familiar songs that were popular dated back to the 1990's.

An era where music hit its prime with vinyl records and static radios with its rocking music blasting away at the seams, what's not to love about such things? I'd imagine it's something he finds quite joyous about life, given the only music he'd ever hear was the taps of water draining on the ground and the mice squeaking in quiet unison with one another. Silence was all he'd ever hear so hearing something so uplifting with words that strung out together so perfectly in mesh with the instrumentals; must've made him feel like music is the reason life has any meaning at all. And he wants to share that with you. Even if it's something so small as singing and dancing in that moment.

Spoiling you. — Wallets and leftover items that he'd pick up from his prey definitely meant that he'd get a chance of spoiling you with jewellery as a advantage to trap your attention. Even if you aren't keen on receiving lavish gifts, it doesn't matter. Because you're definitely given the necklace of a man's wife that he took it upon himself to grace you with. Maybe even a new watch plucked out of someone's wrist, which Pavia's ever so refined fingers had strangled the last, paled words out of his prey's throat before he had stolen the goods inside.

I'd imagine that as much of a passionate man he is, Pavia isn't keen on sharing much of his collections with strangers. But he is quite big on exhibiting his beautiful cabinet if it's with you, full of his draped stolen jewellery that can be given and devoted to you. New rings and chains to adorn your perfect clothes. Bby wants to impress you. Maybe a pair of earrings that would suit you quite nicely. His way of showing his love to you may vary from physical touch or spoiling you with his gifts.

Which does bring another factor into play.

Physical Touch. — Nearby, he may trail a hand down your thigh whenever you two chatter amongst each other. His hands graze your arms softly, trying to pay attention to your words as he can't help but linger his fingertips through your back. His hand stays a little too long on your waist. Eyes dance back and forth from your nose to your hands. Your clothes, your facial expressions and movements.. everything. His eyes may linger on you for longer periods of time,,

Don't take this as 'psychopath' behaviour. He just wants to get a feel of his beloved. What's not to love about you anyways? You're perfect in his eyes. All for him to keep too? Feels like the universe finally rewarded him with something so great in his life after his entire childhood was spent being greased and rotted away in a basement under the neglectful back of his Aunt.

Scent. — I suppose you can somewhat see it, right?

He enjoys the thought you wearing his clothes. His perfumes, his scents, he wants to make it rubbed entirely upon your body. He may get too close, nudging your shoulder with his chest. Maybe leaning into your ear for too long as you can feel his hands gripping and kneading the soft material of your clothing. He undoubtedly has the mindset that having you embroider his aroma may make others think that you are somewhat affiliated with Pavia. In more ways than one.

Historians may tell others that you two were only the bestest of friends.

[waywardtyrantpirate]

TW; mentions of stabbing an psych wards

I get pissed when people are like "I'm a psychopath 😈" an make being a psycho all fun an games an even an "im better than you" type of ego thing. But then people don't romanticize actual psychotic symptoms or symptoms of psychosis. You can't romanticize people rocking back an forth or pacing back an forth or even mumbling to themselves an talking an not making sense. Because then you're "crazy" bad TM.

I had to stab my father when I was younger due to self defense an the fact that I was undiagnosed schizophrenia (still am, im working on that). I was put in a psych ward as a child.

It's not fun having these problems bc you're actually villainized for it. When I'm just been undiagnosed an nobody cared until it started to affect other people. I'm so fucking done w/ this bs.

[p6ntera]

Hon hon BONJOOOUUUUR GRIMMJOW TMRW HOW ARE WE FEELIIINNN'

im rocking back and forth like a psychopath rn i miss him so much

[jgmartin]

BLACKSTATIC.fm [short horror]

The road stretches a million miles. 

It’s just me, the black top, the dead of night and the Nevada desert as far as the eye can see. I’ve been driving for hours and I haven’t caught so much as a glimpse of headlights. And really, that’s just the way I like it.

Over the radio, Kansas is singing about dust in the wind. They’re serenading me, keeping me company while I stare at the asphalt and fight my subconscious to the death. My thoughts are eating at me. Memories. Regrets.

I figure this is just par for the course on long drives. If you spend enough time alone, then sooner or later, you’ll go looking for problems. That’s life. It’s human. And right now, I’m tearing myself to pieces over leaving. Was it right? Should I have stayed?

Things to think about. 

The radio crackles, and for a second, the music becomes a fractured mess. The lyrics stutter. The guitar strings are all over the map. I think maybe it’s just that I’ve been driving so long, so far, that I’m starting to lose the station’s signal. I give the radio a smack, and Kansas comes back. 

All we do

Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

I hum along, my arm hanging out the window, thumping the door. The wind’s in my face, my hair. It tastes like freedom. It tastes like a new beginning, an escape from all the mistakes of my past. 

And all your money won't another minute buy— 

The radio fuzzes. Steve Walsh's voice enters freefall, lost in the static as it becomes something churning. 

Dust …n the… wind

All …. we … Dust… the wind

I give the radio a smack. Then another. 

It’s the only trick I’ve got. 

DUST

The speakers blare. I shoot for the volume controls, but they’re useless. Feedback screams through the radio like a banshee. It’s loud enough, sharp enough that I feel pressure building in my skull. Time for a new station. I twist the dial, but each frequency is met by a fresh stampede of distortion. 

“Piece of junk!” I shout, tearing the dial clean off the faceplate.

The radio shuts up. 

No more static. No more distortion. 

Silence.

I take a breath. I glance down at the radio, check and see what station I’ve condemned myself to for the rest of the drive. But the needle isn’t steady. It’s moving back and forth like a pendulum, drifting across the entire spectrum. 

“Useless,” I mutter.

The speakers crackle.

Ar…

Lis…Ng

An electronic warble fills the car, buzzing until it becomes a voice.

Are… Are you listening?

It’s a woman. She sounds nervous, maybe even…  afraid? Guess I'm catching a signal after all.

... Is anybody there? Can you hear me?

I frown. This sounds like one of those radio shows– a War of the Worlds sorta thing. It’s not classic rock, but it’ll do. 

The woman sniffles. I… I don’t know how long I’ve got. Time is… strange out here.

Outside, cacti fly by my window at the speed of sound. I think I see a tumbleweed rolling in the distance, but it’s tough to say. The moon is gone. Vanished behind clouds, and it’s just me and the car’s headlights shining the way. I narrow my eyes. Focus on the road. 

Hello? Please, I need you to answer me.

Her voice is sending a chill down my spine. It’s hard to explain but there’s something about the way that she’s speaking… It feels genuine. Too genuine for some third-rate radio play. I glance at the watch on my wrist, and it’s telling me that it's 3 o'clock in the morning. For talk radio, that’s the witching hour. I figure this is probably some paranoid calling in to offload their delusions onto the DJ.

… But where was the DJ? Shouldn’t they have answered her by now?

Technical difficulties, I think. “It’s gotta be,” I mutter.

There you are… the woman breathes. Were you… ignoring me?

It’s an uncomfortable coincidence, but that’s all it is. The woman isn’t talking to me. She can’t be. That isn’t how car radios work. Just to be certain, my eyes flick up to my rearview mirror, check my backseat to make sure it’s still just old food wrappers and lotto tickets. No psychopaths. No ghosts.

Just the way I like it. 

It’s okay to be scared, the woman says, and her voice is trembling. It sounds like she’s on the verge of breaking down, like she’s choking back a sob with every word. I’m scared too… The world is a scary place.

I’m tired, I tell myself. I’m exhausted and I’m stressed and now I’m starting to hear things because I’m falling asleep at the wheel. That’s all this is. Highway hypnosis. I’ve read about it. I give my cheek a couple slaps, shake my head and flex my jaw. Gotta wake up. The air whistles as my foot presses down on the gas. A little wind in my face should do the trick. 

He’s out there tonight… You need to be careful.

Don’t engage. 

He’s looking for you…

This is my mind playing tricks on itself. 

If he finds you… Can you give him a message for me?

I swallow. My heart is punching my ribs and my mouth is drier than the desert sand. “Who?” I think, and I don’t mean to say the words aloud but I do. 

Him, she replies, and she’s hyperventilating. Her breathing is getting fast. Ragged. They call him the—

Headlights blind my vision. The blare of a horn erupts in my ears alongside the woman’s anguished screams. In a fraction of a second, everything goes to shit. 

I hear tires squeal. 

The wind in my face becomes a hurricane, and something massive narrowly misses my sedan, clipping the backend and throwing me into a tailspin. My seat belt digs into my waist and I grip my steering wheel for dear life. The car twists like a carousel and it turns my dinner into bile into vomit all over the dashboard. 

I’m shouting. Praying. 

The car comes to an unscheduled stop. It crashes against the side of a cactus, my body slamming against the driver door. Smoke drifts up from the hood. 

“Fuck…” I groan, looking around in a daze. Slowly, the scene comes into focus. The road is half a football field away, and I can’t see any sign of what hit me– wait, what’s that? Just to my right. It’s a faint shadow in the dark, but it’s there. A semi tractor laying on its side. It must have flipped itself trying to swerve out of the way. 

My hand finds the door handle and it opens with a kerchunk. I step out onto the desert dirt. I’m still not sure if this was my fault. Did I nod off for a second? Did I fall asleep and drift into the oncoming lane? 

“Hello?” I call out to the semi truck. Two of its wheels are still spinning soundlessly in the night. “Are you okay?”

My leg is throbbing. I figure I must have smashed it pretty hard when I wiped out, but that can wait. I limp toward the truck, and the nearer I get, the less quiet the night becomes. There’s a buzz in the air. It’s the electronic sizzle of the truck’s radio, and it’s playing what sounds like a news broadcast.

Dreadful evening for accidents, a woman’s voice says. We’ve just received a report that a semi-truck has flipped along Route 50. No word yet on the driver’s condition. 

Absolutely appalling, Jess, a man responds. Our thoughts go out to the family at this time. 

I tell myself to ignore the radio. I tell myself that I’m in the middle of nowhere, that there’s no news vehicles around, that I haven’t seen headlights in miles and all of this is just in my head. A bad dream. 

Wake up.

Wake up.

“Sir?” I say, approaching the cab of the truck. The driver is hanging upside down, his seatbelt caught around his waist and his eyes are closed. “I’m going to get you out of here,” I tell him, raising my voice in the hopes he might open his eyes. 

I try the door, but it won’t budge. The metal is warped, jammed up from the crash. Instead I limp around to the passenger side, try that door, but this one’s locked.

Christ.

Window then. I’ll just drag him out through the window. But my ears pick up something, something that sounds like hissing. It’s coming from the driver’s seat, just beneath the wheel. Gas leak? Oil? The hiss turns into a crackle, a sort of snapping, hungry sound and light begins to flicker inside. 

Fire. 

Oh my god. 

I find a heavy rock, lift it over my head and toss it against the window, but whatever this glass is made of could stop a bullet. I’m smashing it. I’m throwing everything I have into it, but it isn’t enough. The flames are getting higher, and my arms are getting weaker. 

We’re getting reports now that the driver is trapped within the vehicle, the newswoman says. It appears that there’s a fire inside the cab. Rescue teams are currently trying to extract him but they’re encountering difficulty. This isn’t looking good, Steve.

The rock bounces off the glass. 

Truly terrible, the newsman replies. Eyewitness testimony claims some jackass fell asleep at the wheel. Can you believe that, Jess? The truck swerved to avoid him. 

The rock slips out of my hands, and I scramble to pick it back up. I hit the window again. 

Some people shouldn’t have licenses, the newswoman says. 

And again.

If you ask me, Jess, some people shouldn’t have been born. Just think, one abortion and this whole disaster could’ve been avoided.

The driver's eyes open. He blinks, and he looks down at the flames now lashing toward his forehead. His lips part. He screams. 

I bring the rock down.

He screams.

The window isn’t even cracking. 

I bring the rock down.

The driver’s trying to undo his seatbelt, but it’s stuck. There are tears in his eyes, and over the sound of the fire, over the sound of the radio, he’s begging me to help him. “It’s her birthday tomorrow!” he cries in desperate, broken English. “P-please, I have to get home, sir. I promised!”

And I’m crying. Tears are pouring down my face as this useless fucking rock bounces off the glass again and again and–

It’s quiet.

How long has it been quiet?

My arms are limp, my muscles cramped and weak. I stare absently into a red-orange storm behind the glass, and I realize the driver’s stopped screaming. When? When did the flames get so high? When did they reach up and take him, turning the entire cab into a crematorium? 

I stumble backward. “No…” 

And the radio replies.

I’ve been looking for you. 

I put my head in my hands. I pull at my hair with my fists and I shout and holler and do whatever it takes to wake up from this nightmare. But it doesn’t work. Nothing does.

There are others who want to find you first. 

The voice is guttural. It’s deep and distorted and it’s being played from the dying speakers inside the dying truck. It’s a lie. It’s just a broken record spinning inside of my head and–

Something catches my eye.

It’s a shadow, swaying just beyond the wreckage. It’s tall. As tall as a streetlamp. In the glow of the funeral pyre I can make out two gleaming, tiny eyes. They’re watching me. 

Tonight, you give yourself to one of us. Who will it be?

I stumble to my feet. My leg is throbbing, but it’s easy to forget the pain when I’m drowning in fear. The shadow moves. It takes a step forward. Just one. I see a wrinkled snout, and two long ears hanging low enough to touch the ground. 

“What the fuck…” I gasp.

The creature’s snorting. It sounds animalistic. Hungry. It’s throwing back its head, and it’s opening its mouth and inside of that long snout are rows of human teeth. They’re gnashing together. Caught between them are hair and bones. 

The radio tells me, Run.

And I do.

I take off, my leg rioting in agony. It’s gotta be broken. Snapped. Each step is a new Hell, but I push past it because I know the alternative is worse. Right now, all I’m thinking about is my car. Right now, all I’m thinking about is whether or not I’ll reach it in time. 

It’s forty feet away.

That’s too far.

There’s a flurry of footfalls, a rush of dust as that thing pulls its long ears through the dirt. It’s fast. Faster than me. The ground is rumbling with its every step, and my heart is keeping pace. I’m rasping. Sputtering. 

I’m going to die.

I’m going to die. 

Something connects with my back. It’s coarse, almost like fur. I’m thrown forward, rolling through the dirt like a tumbleweed as stones cut into my face. My vision spins. My head aches. I lift myself up on shaking arms, looking around at the blurry mess of wasteland. 

I don’t see the creature. I don’t hear it.

Where did it go?

It doesn’t matter. What matters is getting in my car and getting the fuck out of here. 

I force myself into a sprint. Each stride carries the sickening crunch of broken bone, but I don’t have the luxury of pain. That monster's still out here somewhere. It might be watching me now. 

Almost there.

Just a little closer.

I toss myself into the driver’s side door, slam it shut behind me. My fingers fumble with the key. It takes two tries, three, but I finally get it to turn in the ignition. The engine rumbles to life. 

My head smashes against the steering wheel. Glass shatters. The car lurches forward, its frame groaning as something massive collides with its backend. An arm reaches through the rear window, long, skeletal fingers grasping at me. A snout follows. It’s snapping open and shut. 

My foot slams the gas. 

The car’s wheels spin. Jagged nails cut across my cheek, and the arm and snout vanish through the back window as the car speeds away. My hands are trembling. My whole body is convulsing and I don’t realize it but I’m muttering something like prayers beneath my breath. 

I glance in the rearview mirror. Moonlight is spilling from the sky like the blood from my cheek. It's falling onto the wasteland, illuminating a solitary figure standing in a haze of dust. The figure almost looks like a man. He’s dressed in a black suit and tie, except where his head should be is a bovine skull, and his eyes… His eyes are the glowing, technicolor fuzz of television static. 

He waves at me. And the car radio crackles to life. 

Thank you for listening to BlackStatic.fm, it says. I’ve been the voice in your head, and this has been music for your soul.

[leviathanverse]

Chapter 5: Game Over

You shook as your mind flashed the horrible nightmare of the dragon eating you whole and alive. The sharp teeth covered in blood from the guards it had as a meal from when you ran after freeing the creatures- you couldn't stop thinking about it. Your eyes were wide from fear and shock, waterworks began as the nightmare repeated, hallucinations causing you to feel like you were going insane.

You hugged tour knees, rocking back and forth like a psychopath in a white-yellow straitjacket in a room of an asylum.

" It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!"

You repeated, smiling despite your horrifying nightmare. You wanted comfort from someone. It didn't matter who it was, you just needed someone to reassure you that it was not real, that it was just your mind trying to make you scared in order to protect yourself. You so badly wanted to see a person, so badly wanted to be saved from anyone and ditch this place!

But you knew deep down that it would put them in danger if they tried to rescue you. The dragon would surely make a snack out of any them would have dared to try to rescue you.

Another hallucination of sharp blood covered teeth and you whimpered, trying to press yourself as close to the dirt wall as possible to get away from those horrifyingly sharp teeth. You were weak, the past finally got to your head and made you see things that weren't real. How the dragon was smiling with open jaws as you fell from the air, flailed your arms and legs to try to slowdown your descending form. It made you shiver.

There was something that had wrapped around your ankle and you screamed as it dragged you through the hole you had fallen through, trying to claw the dirt to stop the thing from dragging you, failing miserably. You panicked, fear gripped your chest as you feared the worst. You were a goner, nothing but a meal for the dragon. No, not meal. A snack.

You were lifted in the air by the thing that had wrapped around your ankle, swaying in the air while being dangled from great heights. You moved your head to look up and see what it was that had dragged you. Roots. Actual roots that had surfaced from the ground, dangling you high above the ground in the air.

" This can't be happening..."

You had put two and two together, building it like a puzzle as it dawned on you that your nightmare had just turned into reality.

You heard something large walk underneath you and you dared to look, slowly turning your head to look below you, which only increased your fear.

Red scleras with yellow irises stared at you, hair that stood up and pointed in all directions, horns that protruded from its forehead, large ears with earrings that flicked with every sound that echoed through the forest, large purple wings and a large tail. There were scales that were on its forehead and underneath its eyes, black sleeves with white stripes, golden armor that only covered its chest, a clothe tied with a long white strap of cloth that resembled the kimono of that angry dragon you had freed and black hakama pants.

Your nightmare got a bit too accurate for your liking. Except that it wasn't smiling or exposed its sharp teeth by doing so. You saw traces of dried blood by its chin.

A shiver went down your spine.

You were inches away from its face, hot breathe blew around your dangling form as it exhaled sharply. Before you could react, the roots flicked you into the air. Your body flipped multiple times before it finally stopped, your back now faced the ground below you as you screamed and flailed in the air. You slowly began to fall back down towards the ground before you picked up speed. It was even more terrifying to not see what happened below your quickly descending form.

You managed to flip your body so that you could see what was happening below you. You regretted it as you saw the dragon open its jaws, tongue sticking out as the pink cavern with sharp serrated teeth awaited for your form to plummet right inside. You screamed and cried, eyes widening even more as you fell. Your screams were cut off as you landed inside the jaws, the jaws snapped shut after you as it swallowed you whole and alive. Saliva had drenched your form, sticky and had an incredibly foul stench.

You slipped down the tube of muscle, the flesh greedily pulled you down as you struggled, which only quickened your trip.

A tight ring of muscle let you slip through, causing you to fall inside the large space you knew was its gut. You sobbed, not able to keep yourself together anymore.

' I'm going to fucking die in the worst way possible!'

You hugged your knees, burying your head between them and poured out all your emotions. Your body jerked as you hiccuped, sobbing uncontrollably.

" I was so fucking stupid! I shouldn't have parked my car in the forest. I shouldn't have entered the forest in the first place..."

You felt the stomach around you vibrate as the dragon growled. Probably satisfied after it finally caught you. You were overwhelmed with different emotions. But fear was the emotion that had dominated all the other emotions you felt. You gave up, falling onto your side as helplessness decided to greet fear.

" Please... I just want to go back home..."

You doubted that it heard your weak voice from inside its stomach. You teared up and curled up into a ball inside. What were you thinking? Trying to talk to the very creature that had made you its snack? You doubted that- if it even heard your voice- it would reconsider.

A pang of longing blossomed, making friends with your fear and helplessness.

" ..."

You hugged yourself, preparing for your death so long for when it happened.

" I just wanted to complete my mission... to save the creatures..."

You didn't know why you kept talking to it. Maybe it was to keep your mind off of your fate? Or maybe it was to get rid of the burden known as loneliness? You didn't know which it was or the reason. You just knew that that you were going to die a horrible and painful death.

" ..."

You choked on your own saliva as you sobbed. The dragon hadn't made any sounds or movements when you weakly spoke to it. Had it payed attention when you spoke? Was it thinking of whether or not to let you go? Could it even regurgitate you?

You felt your eyes grow heavy from the humid air and overwhelming emotions that covered your body like a blanket. Not to mention how exhausted you were. It was like the energy was drained from your body itself, leaving only a husk behind. Maybe you wouldn't feel the pain if you slept through the digesting process? That sounded like a good idea. But you couldn't help but speak again.

" You're... the prettiest... dragon I have ever seen... very strong... and... brave..."

Black spots danced in your vision. You managed to utter out another sentence.

" A very... strong... and determined... dragon..."

Darkness finally enveloped your vision like a cloak, sleep came to you and covered your body like a blanket. In your thoughts, you said goodbye as this would be the last time you'd ever be on earth.

Previous <-•-> Next

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

“Something you should know about me,” Sophia’s voice was dulcet, “The reason I’m such a good runner?  It’s not that I’m driven to win.  It’s that I really, really hate losing.” She wrenched my ear again, changing the direction again, and I cried out.  If she went any further, I was positive the skin would tear and the ear would come off entirely.  I struggled, but the books slid beneath my hands and knees, giving me minimal traction. “And I hate losing the most when it’s to a depressing queef like you,” she rocked her right hand back and forth against my cheek, as if she wanted to drive her fingernails through the skin.  Her thumbnail bit into the underside of my jaw.

What the fuck do you think you lost?

Sweet motherfucking satanic christ this woman is so fucking deranged I -

There is no amount of strangulation that would solve the problem that is Sophia Hess jesus christ what the fuck?

Like, I will 100% agree there's some racist writing undergirding Sophia's whole presentation, but like, still, in-universe she's just a raging freaking psychopath and there's no getting around that.

Honestly, I feel like it's gratuitous, like it's just reminding the reader 'oh by the way, Sophia fucking sucks, don't forget that!'

[lokittystuckinatree]

LCU (Loki Cinematic Universe) Rewatch Part Three here we come!

Thor: the Dark World

Oh Gods I forgot how…indescribable this movie is. I have no words. The outfits and settings look so real and the elves look so fake?

Me every time I see Loki: oOmMgGg Hiiiiiiiiiii 😘

“Mother did I make you proud?” And the whole way he handles this scene…How did anyone ever take him seriously - no wonder he went off the rails, that’s his greatest fear

“Do you not feel the gravity of your crimes” ok this is pure speculation but going off of what we know about Loki’s moral and emotional system - he’s capable of remorse and empathy, but he tends to compartmentalize and bury guilt and shame, repress and conceal his true feelings, and rationalize, minimize and justify his actions instead of accepting what he sees as weakness, so yes, I’d imagine that deep down he absolutely fucking feels it. And it don’t feel good.

Loki justifies his imperialism genocide and violence in an imperial genocidal militaristic society but the second he becomes king he decreases military intervention something something (one of the good bits of Ragnarok)

“I don’t enjoy hurting people” But Odin does. And so Loki pretends to.

BOOOOOO Odin no one likes you BOOOOOOO SCREW YOU

oMggg Sif hiiiiiii. Look at her, Thor. LOOK at her! With your eyes! She prettyyyyy

Odin and Thor: talking about Thor’s love life. Loki probably: rocking back in forth in his cell because no one’s ever gonna love him. Another Loki at the same time: chasing his soulmate across spacetime because she pulled a Loki on him and he finds that endearing

The sets and ambiance of Asgard are gorgeous how do I move there

Yet another obscure character I don’t remember, Darcy’s in the comics now I’m so proud, Selvig’s lost his last marble, so have I Selvig, so have I

The weird gravity/time space anomaly/warp thing in that abandoned building actually makes for a fun scene. You cannot change my mind on this. The Aether is pretty creepy though ngl.

Thor and Jane are so cringe together. I love them. They also break my heart

The plot of this movie is really…something

Loki and Frigga’s bond actually makes me teary I know they didn’t have the best relationship it was strained and toxic at times but omg they care about eachother so much I’m getting emotional…she genuinely was the only person Loki truly loved in a healthy way. And he fucking lost her. FUCK

Cut to me relating to Loki so much it makes me physically recoil. I’d get into why but I’m not trauma dumping today.

“I don’t know why Loki helped the dark elf get into the palace”…lol stop lying to yourself you know the reason very well. You have the same resentment and lust for chaos inside you that Loki does…that desperate grief that makes you want to burn down the world that burned you. you know. I see my worst in Loki, and his story gives me hope that I can change. There’s a good chance I will die young (medical shit) and Loki dying young also gives me comfort.

This movie is peak Loki. I just fucking adore the little shit. I just aahfhkjkmng *aggressively squeezes*

Heimdall is underrated

Someone on discord said Frigga autocorrected to Fridged on their phone and Frigga’s dying and that’s all I can think about rip…bruh this scene hits a lot harder after my dad’s death ✌️

HE WASNT EVEN ALLOWED AT HER FUCKING FUNERAL FUCK YOU ODIN DRINK BLEACH!!!!Anyways I forgot how cinematic and heartbreakingly beautiful the funeral was

YOU CAN SEE THE SPARK LEAVE HIS FUCKING EYES IM GONNA FIGHT ODIN IN A DENNYS PARKING LOT. I’m ending on the Loki illusion scene for tonight because it’s 3 am and I’m in emotional distress.

How can anyone watch the illusion scene and the deleted bits and actually believe Loki is a cold hearted psychopath? I have this fucked up headcanon that Loki almost attempted suicide after Frigga’s death and either stopped himself…or Thor showed up right on time. I can’t prove it but I know it’s true by gut instinct.

There’s something so weirdly profound about someone who seeks out death being unkillable. Character who thinks he represents death actually represents life. That’s something the Loki series actually did well. They definitely screwed up his character in places, but I can see the backbone of what they intended. I don’t know how to explain this, but I don’t ship Sylvie with TVA Loki, I ship her with Pre-Ragnarok Loki. Aka, I characterize TVA Loki as closer to OG Loki than he is thus far.

There’s a tiny detail about Loki that makes me go feral. You have to psychoanalyze a little, but Loki doubts his brother even cares about him, so whenever Thor says he feels betrayed and threatens him, Loki smiles. It means Thor cared. It means there’s hope. Negative attention is better than none at all. Disappointment is better than apathy. I wish I didn’t know how he feels.

[warningsine]

In Alice Lowe’s directorial debut, a coal-black comedy about a mum-to-be-turned-serial slasher, one scene stands out for its blood-soaked intensity. At once anatomically frank and oddly Cronenberg-esque, it’s a prolonged close-up of a belly being slit open and a baby pulled from inside.

“People often ask me if it’s a real caesarean!” says Lowe, who was eight months pregnant on the shoot for Prevenge, gently rocking a pram back and forth. “I’m like, ‘No, I think I’d draw the line there!’ But I’d always envisaged the scene as this total close-up, where you don’t get the chance to look away. We flinch about pregnancy and go, ‘Ooh, we must protect women from this experience,’ but the film is saying why don’t we look at his stuff properly and not flinch away from it?”

Lowe, star of beloved cult comedies such as Sightseers and Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace, projected her own fears about pregnancy for the film, which sees her character, Ruth, avenge her husband’s death at the apparent whim of her unborn baby. “[I feel like] our generation has a fear of pregnancy,” she says, “because we’re so narcissistic ourselves that we’re like, ‘Someone else needs attention? Oh, that’s scary.’”

She also wanted, with her writing for Prevenge, to create a female antihero to rank with Walter White from Breaking Bad and Taxi Driver’s Travis Bickle. In Ruth, by turns vulnerable and unhinged, we get it. But what of the transgressive women that inspired the character? Lowe lifts the lid on some of her favourites.

Tina from Sightseers

“Tina and Ruth are like siblings, they’re related in a DNA way. Tina I see as a naif who comes to power, a latent psychopath whose powers emerge during the film. Some viewers see her as a feminist! She’s quite naive and selfish in the way that children can be, whereas Ruth is more of a grownup; the scales have fallen from her eyes and she feels like she sees the world for what it is, in this cynical light where everyone’s a monster. But all my characters are related because they’re all aspects of me. They’re like these weird, distant relatives that I feel could have been me in a parallel universe!”

Beverly Moss from Abigail’s Party

“People see Alison’s characters as sometimes monstrous, but I see a mirror. It feels so familiar! She’s such a warm, vivacious actor, and when you cast someone like that as a horrible character it makes it really watchable. I was quite conscious of that casting my film, with people like Tom Davis and Jo Hartley, who plays this annoying midwife character. I thought if I cast Jo no one will be able to hate her! It’s this thing of contrasts and tensions you’re trying to get with the audience where they’re being pushed and pulled one way or the other.”

Classical antiheroines

“I often think about classical female figures who would do bad things, like Medea, Antigone and Elektra. You could say that was a way of telling off citizens in ancient Greece, like ‘Don’t behave this way,’ but they’re also amazing works of art. And I often think, ‘Why don’t we see as many female characters like that now?’ When I was researching the Furies, the classical goddesses of vengeance, for the film, I came across this footage by a Czech expressionist director who directed a segment of a film called Crime Without Passion. He didn’t direct the whole feature, it’s a bit like Dalí doing a section of Spellbound. [The surrealist painter famously art-directed the dream sequence in Hitchcock’s 1945 thriller.] It’s this strange, symbolic sequence with these classical goddesses infiltrating 1930s New York and flying into buildings and springing out of spilled blood. I just thought, ‘This is such powerful imagery, it would be so cool for this to be Ruth’s influence.’ I had this idea that the baby is really a Fury, that she’s actually thousands of years old and hugely wise.”

She from Antichrist

“Lars von Trier is one of my favourite filmmakers, but his female characters are often totally punished and martyred; they’re either witches or saints or some mixture of the two. But I think there’s an argument to say women in our society do get punished, that that’s the reality of it. You have to show the dark as well as the light. If women were all really cool, sensible, amazing people on screen how much pressure would that put on women to be like that? I’ve had comedy writers say to me, ‘You’ll love this character because she’s the only one that’s got it together. Everyone else in the show is a total idiot but she’s attractive, she’s intelligent and she’s got a great job,’ and I’m like, ‘That is the most boring thing I could possibly play!’”

Margo Channing from All About Eve

“It’s [Bette Davis’s] stoicism, her implacability – she had such inner poise and strength. The 30s and 40s actually saw a lot of female-driven films about antiheroines, women who commit crimes, who commit adultery, who triumph over the odds, who put their careers over their husbands, possibly even more than now. I think cinema was seen more as a women’s recreation back then. And so amazing female actresses emerged who were more than just an age, a body, a face on-screen. Yes, there were beautiful actresses. But there were also strong characters who by sheer force of will defied categorisation. And their needs and wants are more complex than just ‘finding a man’.”

[m0chisenpai]

Hey could I plz request a Jake x Reader (human) x Neytiri - 6 year old Lo’ak just learned how fragile humans are and ever since has refused to leave readers side (reader dosent mind, she loves cuddles with her baby) but this dose mean non of the other kids rlly get any time with her - Jake and Neytiri are starting to miss her (Lo’ak dosent let them near her cuz he’s afraid they’ll accidentally hurt hur).  Sorry if it’s complicated, I’m not very good at writing requests 😅

platonic!lo'ak x human!reader

Despite your avatar still being in the incubation period it did not stop you from spending your time with the ones you loved. The process was longer with the limited resources and the old RDA facility being abandoned, but Norm was a genius. Jake had faith in him and sure enough you visited daily to inspect the growth of well…you. 

By this time Lo’ak and Netayem, both aged 6 and 7 became accustomed to your presence. The two young boys affectionately called you Sa’nok when they could finally speak and it warmed all of your hearts. However, despite their young age the boys towered over you just like their mother and father. 

Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he and Neytiri felt the slight fear watching as you played with the boys. When they’d snap their little fangs at you, and you’d laugh it off Jake wondered what if you hadn't moved your hand fast enough? You would chide at the both of them reminding them who managed to help put an end to the psychopath that was once Quartrich, and they slowly eased off you. 

They allowed you to take the boys on playful little explorations during the day not too far which you could agree on. You would watch them play in the forest, but when they would rough house they often wanted you to join. In their defense they fought often with Jake so they did not know any better. Sometimes you’d come back with a teeny scratch or a bruise but it was nothing to scare the boys, they were children still. They didn’t know any better. 

But Lo’ak realized you were human when his anger got the best of him. He and Netayem were tugging something back and forth, throwing petty insults at each other. You sighed and stood from the rock going to stand in front of the two boys, “calm down boys now Lo’ak can you let go so you don’t break it? Mama worked hard on it.”

When you went to step forward the object was sent flying and knocked you back onto your butt. The boys instantly ended their bickering once they heard your gasp and ran over to you to apologize. Lo’ak could only watch on with tears in his eyes as you cupped your cheek. 

“M’ sorry, sorry! Sa’nok don’t be made please! Accident!” Loa’k whimpered as his brother helped pull you to your feet. 

You quickly silenced them and told them you were just surprised is all. You bruhsed away those tear stained blue cheeks and let him hold your hand as you walked back to the Hometree. But that night when You were in the tent with Neytiri, Lo’ak listened in and witnessed the dark bruising on your body.

Neytiri massaged some concoction into the darkened splotches and Lo’ak felt sick to his stomach knowing it was him who caused the pain.

“It is fine Tiri, they are just children.” You hissed between clenched teeth as you rubbed the remainder of the salve over your stomach. 

“Yes, but you are still human, my love.”

From that day on Lo’ak made a vow to himself, to you. He would protect you, human or not. He never wanted to see you in pain like that again. He would never be the cause of such a pain ever again.

That night as you all lie together Lo’ak curled his body around you, resting his head on your stomach which rose and fell. Your hands brushed through his dark locks, gently massaging his scalp which in turn lulled him to sleep again. 

Lo’ak seemed to cling to you like a newborn babe after that day. It was almost adorable, the way he hissed at his father when he reached a hand down to affectionately rub a hand over your head. What if he crushed you! Jake raised a brow but stepped back.

Both he and Neytiri missed you during those nights where you would fly together. When you'd explore the forest with one another. Who would have thought they would have to compete for your attention against a six year old?

Your darling Netayem was more reserved with his affections like his mother. But when he did seek you out he'd hiss at his brother who was taking up any time he had with you.

"You leech to mama like a baby!" Netayem stomped his foot at his brother.

"No I don't!" Lo'ak snapped leaning nearly close enough to butt head with his oldest brother.

"You do! Mama never gets to spend any time with me any more cause you cling to her!" Netayem hissed and Lo'ak bared his fangs which was more than enough for you to step in between the boys.

"Lo'ak" the boys eyes soften as soon as you step into his sight "I will be fine. "Your brother deserves my time with him. And soon you will have another sibling to share my time with."

And his lip quivered followed by glassy eyes. Your small hand thumbed under those eyes, the eyes of his father. "I just want you safe Sa'nok"

And your heart broke at the crack in his voice and you wrapped your sweet Lo'ak into your arms shushing his whimpers. You looked back at Netayem and he knew to step out and give you both space.

"I know baby. I am human still, but I will be fine. Soon my time will come and you will no longer need to protect me" you whispered into his ear.

"But what if-"

"And if I ever need you, I know a warrior with a mighty heart who will come to my rescue" you cupped his cheeks and pressed your forehead to his.

"'M sorry Sa'nok" he whispered.

"There is no need for apologies, my sweet Lo'ak" you pressed a kiss to his forehead "now, may I please spend some time with Netayem by the water? "

He nodded and you smiled. "Then tonight I'll rebraid your hair and tell you more of my earth stories, hm?" Your smile elicited a small one out of him. So passionate, just like his father.

Outside the tent Jake and Neytiri silently listen in. And when they hear their boy agree to split from you Jake nearly fell to his knees screaming his praises to the Great Mother.

Neytiri rolled her eyes as her mate fell to his knees raising both fists to the sky, "skxwang."

[munaitoreim]

Am I not suitable for having a friend?

pairing: Chuuya x Reader

genre: angst, fluff

cw: mention of bullying

summary: you went on a trip with your so-called best friends (group) only to have a nastier situation when you return.

BSD Masterlist

"Oh God! Chuuya! Please, I'm gonna be bullied by everyone at college."

"Hey! Hey!" Chuuya protectively grasped your body." What's goin' on?!"

Chuuya saw you hyperventilating as you mentioned him to quickly go to the car. You keep pulling his hand as he was 100% confused with your reaction right now. He was about to ask what happened until you cut him.

"Please, let's just go to the car!"

Chuuya was so happy when he send you on the trip even though he wished that he could go with you. On the road, he tried to ask you about what happened during the trip only to get a silent answer from you. He observed from the time to time, you've been hugging your knees as you stare at the window with a blank stare.

"Hey, Y/N..."

"Not now, please! Not now!"

You were so happy when your group invited you to go on a trip with them however everything went into chaos there. Your friend never listened to you just like a wind passed by every time you tried to talk. Nobody asked how you feel on the trip and the worst of all they put a bad impression in front of one of their friend's parents.

Time went by as both of you arrived at Chuuya's penthouse. As soon as you entered his place, you quickly hide in the bathroom. Chuuya tried to catch you but you already went into the place and locked the door.

"Y/N, baby. Please, open the door."

"..."

"Please, baby? I wanna know why ya got that kind of face?"

"Chuuya, I'm going to take a bath now."

It looked like you tried to avoid telling Chuuya what happened during your trip. You turn on the shower to make sure to him that you were taking a bath. Tears start to fall from your tears as you sob silently in the bathroom while the water is running.

"I-I'm always been a burden to people," you whispered to yourself. "I don't deserve to have a friend. In the end, I always hurt them."

After a few minutes, you were done taking a bath so you went outside and smelled something good. You remember that you did not eat well on your trip because along the journey until now you suffered gastric pains. As you wandered around the area, you noticed Chuuya was organizing dinner for both of you.

Y/N..."

"..."

"I'm preparing dinner," he said as he noticed how you grasped your stomach tightly. "Let's eat before we cuddle on the bed, yeah?"

During dinner, you didn't talk to Chuuya at all and he missed your joyful face. Also, you merely ate a few spoons of the food that he made for you. He tried to push you to take a few more bites but you kept saying 'no' to him.

"Y/N, you only take a few bites, "he rubbed your knuckled. "Come on, eat more, love."

"I'm done, Chuuya," you yell, bringing your hand back "I wanna go to bed."

You raised your body from the table as you proceed to brush your teeth. Chuuya noticed that you tried to avoid looking at the mirror which was also strange. He knew before, you always glanced at the mirror to notify him how you progressed in taking care of your skin.

Chuuya then left the rest of the dirty plate on the sink and didn't clean it at that time. He couldn't care about it because of what matters right now. He wanted to return you to your usual self.

So you stepped tiredly into the bedroom that both of you share. You climbed on the bed which he joined you too. It's weird, you also didn't ask him to cuddle you like always. Instead you keep your distance from him as you look through the big window to sew the city of Yokohama.

"Baby, what's goin' on the trip?" Chuuya said, rubbingd your back. "Are ya' sure you're fine?"

And that moment, you cried so hard that you started laughing like a psychopath. This made Chuuya go into purely shocked.

"Hey! Hey! Baby, I'm here, alright?" he quickly caught your body as he rocked your body back and forth. "Shh, it's alright you're safe. You're safe. Tell me what's going on?"

"T-they..."

"What did they do to you?"

"A lot! I don't wanna speak of it!" you started panicking. "Chuuya, you are probably disappointed by me! You don't want me!"

Chuuya learned you well because when you panicked, you start talking from A to Z. For now, he only can listen to your story. Hearing the story made his anger boil through his body. How could someone hurt his baby not to mention made a bad impression on you? Also, you two are mocked by your hem saying that 'two lovers that cannot be separated'. You always chatted with Chuuya because you never felt like you were considered by them. What? They just treated you like the wind.

"Chuu, I'm always a burden to people," you said with a cryingvoice. "I don't deserve to have a friend because in the end, I always-"

"No no no!" he stopped you before you can finish your line. "Don't start with that shit!"

"But I am!"

"NO!"

"..."

"Y/N, baby. Listen to me, yeah?" he grabbed both of your cheeks as he wiped your tears away." You're the kindest human I ever met. Want to know how you hurt people?"

You just listened to him.

"Is how you hurt my heartbeat because it goes ten times faster than before which means I love you so much."

You can swear in your life that it was the most beautiful thing you ever heard from people especially Chuuya. He left you speechless while he never stopped rocking your body back and forth. His other hand caressing your hair so you can sleep faster.

As you felt the movement of his hand, your eyelids grow to get sleepy. You didn't catch sleep for 2 days there because you also overthinking. After a few minutes, your mind started to go to your dreamland. Before he got up from the bed, he didn't forget to kiss your cheeks as always.

"I'll deal with those fucker," Chuuya clenched his fist. "No one messed with The Port Mafia, especially my Y/N."

NOTE: It was my first time writing and I also edited again. I'm sorry if it's bad! (Also, the story is based on my life experience)

[marchtothefuckingsea]

As Long As It’s Not About Love - Eddie Munson

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: injury, blood, canon typical violence/gore. Not proofread.

Summary: Reader gets badly in the Upside down, but with Steve injured too, they try to hide it before finally collapsing. Fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, hiding an injury trope.

"No- Nancy!" Robin and I yelled as Nancy jumped into Lover's Lake after Steve.

"Nancy! God damnit!" Eddit cursed, leaning over the side of the boat. It wasn't long before Robin jumped in after her, leaving Eddie and I in the boat.

"Shit." I swore, rubbing my face forcefully. I gripped the edge of the boat seat when Eddie stood up. The boat rocked back and forth dangerously. "Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?" I hissed.

"This is so stupid, so stupid." He muttered, pacing. His foot caught something and he tripped, falling forward and gripping the edge of the boat. For a moment, there was a precarious balance, teetering between throwing him back into the boat, or forwards into the water. That didn't last long though. I surged forward right as he was thrown head-first into the lake, managing to catch the edge of his jacket. The boat rocked even further to the side at the sudden motion, and we were both dumped into the water. 

I followed close behind him as he swam down, keeping a sharp eye out for the portal. It was  impossible to miss, even without flashlights. The portal glowed an eerie red at the bottom of the lake, and it made me hesitate, but only for a moment. I shoved my way past Eddie, slipping through the portal first. 

Grunting when my back hit the ground, I shoved myself hastily to my feet, wheezing. It looked just like the upside down, and I assumed it was as safe as a place controlled by a mind flaying psychopath could be. I barely dodged to the side when Eddie came crashing down beside me. I offered him my hand and, when he reached up to take it, I jerked it back, a shit eating grin on my face. He scowled at me when I offered it to him again, this time allowing him to pull himself to his feet. 

"Thanks." He said sarcastically. He began to say something else, when he was cut off by a distant, mortifying screech.

“God damnit! Shit, shit-” I cursed, frantically looking around for something to fight with. My eyes darted to the trees, scanning the shadows for the open-faced creatures we had fought before.

“Not the woods.” Steve told me shortly, throwing me an oar. “The sky.” It would have to do. I noticed then, that he held an arm across his torso. There was blood. 

Before I had a chance to ask, a huge, bat-like creature swooped at me. I heard Steve yell out, and barely managed to dodge it, scrambling to the side and holding the oar out to whack it. It fell to the ground with a scream, and I shoved the sharp, broken end of what was now a stick into its wing, pinning it to the ground so Eddie could beat the shit out of it. I heard Nancy and Robin screaming, but I was too busy with the next bat that was dive-bombing Eddie and I. It managed to catch me by the shoulder, and I stumbled back, grasping the wound. I grit my teeth and took another swing at it when it dived for us again, the open flesh on my shoulder burned painfully. 

Eddie shouldered in front of me, putting himself between me and the horrifying creature with my blood on its claws. “Come on, come on, you son of a bitch!” He whacked it with the oar, sending the widened half of it snapping off and flying into the air. The bat shrieked, taking off into the air, seemingly deterred. Eddie took his eyes off of me for a split second, and that’s when it made another wild dive, sharp claws swooping down and tearing into the flesh of my bicep. Another made a lower dive, managing to rip tender flesh from my abdomen. I cried out in pain and surprise as I tried to swing what was left of my oar at it, drawing Eddie’s attention. He swung around catching the creature’s head on the broken, sharp point of his oar, hauling it off of me and staking it the rest of the way through, pinning it to the ground. 

“Holy crap.” I panted, breathless.

“Yeah, nice welcoming party huh?” Steve joked with a wince.

“You good?” Eddie asked, appearing beside me. I nodded hesitantly, not entirely sure. “You’re bleeding.” An edge of panic crept into his voice. 

“I’m fine, it just scratched me with its claws.” I said, my voice wavering with each syllable. My injury probably was something to worry about, and Robin panicking about rabies a few feet away wasn’t helping. But we already had one badly injured person, Steve, and they didn’t need someone else to worry about. I would be fine until we could make it back. What I was more concerned about, was that it was a terrifying fact that these things had actually learned to fly, now. Did the demigorgons still roam these woods, too?

I didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out.

I looked up in the direction where the single bat creature had come from, my blood running cold in my veins. Several others had already taken their places around the portal, making it impossible for us to get back.

“Eddie…?” My voice trailed off questioningly, tinged with an edge of hysteria. He looked to me quickly, before his gaze followed mine. 

“Holy shit.” He breathed out.  “RUN!”  He took off, his hand finding and grabbing mine in the process, towing me along behind him. I didn’t need any encouragement though. It didn’t take the others long to realize why we were running, and they were right on our heels. The violent flapping of wings grew louder until we hit the woods, and it didn’t take very long to lose them through the thick blanket of tree branches. 

We managed to find an overhang of rock, and even once we had come to a stop, breathing heavily, Eddie refused to release my hand. He pulled me against him in a tight hug without a word, breathing into my hair. I could hear his heart thumping in his chest, and I’m sure he could hear mine, too. The hundreds of bat wings came flapping wildly above us, and he backed up further into the cave, crouching down and pulling me along with him. The others crowded in on either side of us, eyes darting wearily to the sky. 

When they could see nothing from the sky, the bats began to disperse, their shrieking and flapping fading away into the distance. I allowed myself a sigh of relief, standing slowly. Feeling a rush of dizziness as I did so, I staggered forward. Eddie caught me by my uninjured arm, giving me a curious glance, but he said nothing as he released my arm. 

“That was close.” Robin breathed out, standing as well.

“Yeah, too close.” Eddie agreed, creeping out from behind me and leaving the safety of the overhang. 

Steve stumbled to the side, colliding against the wall of rock to his right with a weak groan. He had obviously lost a lot of blood.

“Steve? Steve!” Nancy panicked suddenly. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He mumbled to her in reassurance, leaning back against the wall and sliding down it. His face was screwed up in pain.

“No, no you’re not. You’re losing blood.” She kneeled beside him, beginning to work on bandaging him. I had stood back, unsure what to do; but now that Nancy was with him, I was convinced he was in good hands. I turned away, sidling up next to Eddie.

“How are you doing?” He asked me quietly.

“I’m good.” I fought back the wave of nausea that had been creeping up into the back of my throat. 

“You sure? How’s the scratch?” He said the last part disbelievingly.

“It’s not bleeding too bad anymore. It’s good, I’ve just gotta clean it when we get back.” I lied. I could feel blood running down my back, and the  nearly shredded muscle in my bicep was agony every time I moved it.

He nodded, looking back to the woods. He walked forward slowly, then began to climb the small mound in front of us. “Be careful!” I hissed. 

“So uh..this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” He called out. 

I shrugged. “Pretty much, I guess. I haven’t been here much.” I had gotten involved before, with the mind flayer, but I had only been in the Upside Down once during that time. The only reason I was involved again now, was because of Eddie’s being a suspect. Although I wasn’t a primary suspect for Chrissy’s murder with the cops, the rest of Hawkins had suspected me, purely for the fact that Eddie and I were nearly inseparable. If the cops caught me, they would surely hold me until I told them where he was.

Basically, I was in hiding just as much as Eddie was, at the moment. 

"You're right," Nancy appeared beside me. "Watch out for the vines." Eddie had moved to jump down from the mound, freezing in his tracks.

"It's a hive mind." She explained. 

"It's a what?"

"All the creepy crawlies around here dude, they're like one, or something." Steve said, looking slightly better now, although still pale. "You step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on Vecna."

"Shit." Eddie swore, picking his way back down to us.

"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people?" Robin asked.

I nodded. "As far as we know, yeah." 

"So- so theoretically, we could go to the police stations and steal guns, and grenades, and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate?"

"Robin, I uh- no offense but I don't think I'd trust you with a grenade" I said teasingly. 

"We don't have to go all that way, I have guns. In my bedroom."

Eddie jumped down from the mound, landing at my side and directly in front of Nancy. "You? Nancy Wheeler? Have guns? Plural?  In your bedroom?"

"Full of surprises, isn't she?" Robin laughed nervously.

"A Russian Makarov, and a revolver." 

"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one." Steve said lowly.

She smiled. "You almost deserved it."

I turned away in mock disgust. Eddie threw his vest to Steve with a frown. "For your modesty, dude." I snorted. 

The ground suddenly shook, throwing me off balance and knocking me and the others to the ground. I gasped out in surprise, waiting for the collision with the ground that never came. Eddie broke my fall instead, wrapping his arms around me and rolling us both onto our sides. Debris fell down around us, and he shifted to shield me with his own body instead. I kept myself low to the ground underneath him, fighting the urge to throw up and scream out in pain all at once. Black threatened at the edges of my vision. My head spun worryingly, even after the ground had stopped shaking. Shrieks and roars echoed off in the near distance. 

I heard Eddie's voice asking me something, rising in panic. "Are you okay?" He repeated urgently. It took me a second to respond. I swallowed the lump in my throat, sucking in a labored breath and coughing.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." I said, over and over, trying to convince myself as much as him. Even when Eddie propped himself on his elbow to check our surroundings, I still stayed face down on my forearms, bloody coughs wracking my body every once in awhile. I was suddenly aware of his hand rubbing over my uninjured shoulder gently. 

"Are you sure you're good?" He dipped his head down next to my ear, his voice low. He knew I didn't want to appear weak to the others, even if I had known them for a while now.

But I knew Eddie had his own set of problems and worries on his mind-a great deal of them, actually-and I didn't want to add to that. I nodded shakily, not trusting my voice to answer him verbally. He got to his feet, offering his hand to me. I took his help gratefully, pulling myself onto shaky feet with his help.

"So Nancy's it is then?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"Nancy's it is." Steve agreed. 

-

I had fallen behind, struggling to keep up with the group. Eddie had fallen into place next to Steve, and I smiled, watching them talk. I never would have thought in a million years, that Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and Eddie 'The Freak' Munson could co-exist like that, let alone talk and joke as if they were friends. When this was all over, I thought, Eddie was going to have his place among this group, there was no doubt about that. I was so glad.

A shriek from a stray bat made my eyes dart up to the sky. We picked up our pace, and Eddie fell behind to walk beside me protectively. I gave him an amused glance.

"What?" 

"Nothing." I huffed out a laugh. He let out a noise of mock annoyance. 

-

"So you're telling me there aren't any guns here??" I asked Nancy furiously. I knew it wasn't her fault, but I couldn't help the fierceness from edging my tone. 

"This is all in the past. This is stuff from the past." She trailed off, digging through a box. "See? This is a diary, it's not even full. The last entry is from years ago."

"Oh my god. We're screwed." Eddie groaned.

 I haphazardly dug through boxes to find anything we could use as a form of a weapon, before I threw my hands up in frustration. "I'm going downstairs." I huffed.

I ransacked the downstairs too, but I couldn't find anything except some kitchen knives. I took those and a broomstick, fashioning makeshift spears out of them. Out of things to do, I finally slid down the cupboards with a pained breath. I crossed my arms over my stomach, letting my legs stretch out in front of me. I heard the others talking upstairs faintly, and I wondered what was taking them so long. I let my eyes drift shut, figuring I'd get as much rest as I could while they figured out our next move. I was feeling increasingly weak. Some rest would do me good, I decided.

A hand shook my shoulder much sooner than I would have liked, and I jumped back, hitting my head on a drawer handle. I hissed, glaring up at Eddie. "Sorry, sorry." He apologized. 

"What's going on?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head. 

"We think there might be a portal open at my trailer." He sat down on the floor beside me, and I leaned against his shoulders with a contented sigh. 

"Why there?"

"The portals are opening up where people died. At least, that's the theory. So if we can't get back at the lake-"

"Because it's literally non-existent here." I interjected.

He huffed a laugh. "Yeah, it really is- so then we might be able to get back at my trailer."

"What about where Fred died?" 

"Problem is, we don't know exactly where he died so…" He trailed off.

"Fair enough." I hummed, my head slumping onto his shoulder. I didn't see the soft smile on his face, but I felt his hand brush over the top of my hair. Such close contact wasn't unusual; we were best friends after all, and at times I had even slept over, side by side with him on his bed. We would wake up with our limbs tangled together, but it was never more than friendship, no matter how much I wished it could be deep down. I would never ruin what we had.

This kind of tenderness though, was different somehow. I leaned into it all the same, basking in his affection. I flinched when his thumb brushed over a tender part of my scalp that had been hit when I fell before. I tried to hide it, acting as if I were just nestling closer to him.

"You're not fine, are you?" He asked quietly.

"I'm fine, Eddie. I promise. Just pretty beat." I murmured. 

"Look at me." He tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. I saw worry come over his features, as he took in my dull gaze. "You're not. Let me see." 

"We have more important things to worry about." I argued, pulling away. 

"No, we don't. Look, I know you don't like accepting help, just at least let me see-" He was cut off by Robin's voice calling our names. 

I pushed myself to my feet with a weary groan, stumbling forward. Eddie caught me again, and he slung my arm over his shoulder, an arm around my waist. For once, I didn't complain. 

"Are they okay?" Robin halted.

"I'm fine." I pulled my head up, looking at her in an attempt of reassurance. 

"Here let me help-" Nancy came to my other side to help Eddie support my weight. I pulled away from her, pressing myself to his side with a shaky breath. 

"I'm okay." I insisted. Eddie gave her a look. I've got this. She pursed her lips, but nodded. 

-

It was a long trek to Eddie's trailer. I was barely clinging onto consciousness at this point. It was impossible to hide it anymore.

"Just hang on, we're almost there." Eddie muttered under his breath, turning his worried gaze to me. My head had slumped forward, and he was more dragging me than helping me along. My breath was ragged, and every so often I let out a groan.

My legs suddenly gave out, and I was sent staggering forward into the ground. Not expecting the sudden dead weight, Eddie was sent falling to the ground beside me. I gasped out painfully, squeezing my eyes shut and pressing a hand to the wound on my abdomen. My black shirt was so obviously soaked with blood now, and it welled up between my fingers at the pressure. I heard Eddie's panicked voice from far away. 

"Stay with me, please." He slid his arms underneath me. I gripped onto his shirt in surprise, my eyes flickering open. "It's okay." He shushed me before I could say anything. I clung onto his shirt with a white-knuckled grip, clinging onto consciousness just as hard. 

Feet pounded on the ground, and I heard the familiar squeak of his trailer door. All around me, there was commotion and rushing to gather things to get to the portal on the ceiling. I opened my eyes, staring up at the eerie red portal, before my eyes flickered to Eddie's face. "It's okay, sweetheart." He said as soon as he noticed my gaze on him. "It's okay. We're going to get you to the hospital and-"

"No." I mumbled. "No hospitals." My face, along with Eddie's, had been plastered on the nightly news for the past week. There was no way nobody would recognize us. 

"Shit." He cursed under his breath. "Shit, shit, shit." 

"It's okay." I told him. "Nance can patch me up." 

I didn't hear his response. Steve was shaking Nancy frantically, as she stood there with a blank stare. Vecna.

"Go, man. Go!" Steve hissed at Eddie, still trying to get Nancy out of her trance. 

"Here, uh. Okay. Hang onto my shoulders. Can you do that?" He instructed, shifting me onto his back, his hands gripping my thighs as he waiting for me to hang on. I grabbed onto his shoulders, and he transferred his grip to the rope, hoisting us up. If I hadn't been nearly dead, I would have been impressed at his upper body strength. 

I groaned when we dropped onto the mattress, rolling onto my back and then curling into myself. The pain was blindingly white. Hands slid under me again, and my vision had finally begun to clear when I realized I was on his bed. I let myself relax, then. I felt safe. 

I heard Eddie's worried voice, then Nancy's reassuring him she would do what she could, and that was that.

-

My eyes flickered open to a mess of curls on the pillow next to mine. I heard quiet voices coming from somewhere else in the trailer. I wanted to lay like this forever, my aching muscles begged me to, but I shifted, alerting a drowsy Eddie to my consciousness. 

"Hey sweetheart." He murmured, his hand reaching up to comb through my hair as he had done before; though this time he was careful to avoid the tender spot on my head. 

"Hey." I mumbled back.

"How're you feeling?" 

I groaned in response. "Been better." 

"Don't ever do that again." He propped himself onto his elbow so he could gaze down at me. His eyes were intense. 

"I was fine until the frickin' blood loss got to me." I huffed.

"I'm serious." Eddie insisted. "You need to let me- let us," He corrected himself quickly. "Take care of you." 

"I know, I'm sorry."

"You've known these guys for like a year now, right?" I nodded. "And you've known me for even longer. You're not weak for asking for help." Somehow, he always knew what I was thinking, how I felt. 

"I know I just- I probably would have if Steve wasn't already hurt and everything.." I mumbled out a half-assed excuse, trailing off when I knew it wasn't working. He frowned, and I gave him an apologetic look. "It won't happen again, don't worry." 

"I almost lost you." He said quietly, rolling onto his side beside me and pulling me against his chest. This was new, too, and it felt more intimate than just friendship. 

"I'm sorry, Eddie." I apologized, my voice nearly a whisper. His fingers intertwined with mine on my waist. 

"I love you." His voice was hesitant. 

"I love you too." 

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-❄️ character(s): joseph (idv)

-❄️ type of reader: m!reader

-❄️ category: sfw

-❄️ warning(s): obsession

-❄️ part 1

-❄️ edited: ❌

weeks soon passed and joseph was getting ‘better’. of course, the other nurses didn’t trust your relationship with joseph because just like the previous nurse said, joseph was a heartbreaker no matter if he were sane or not.

they told you this because they didn’t want to see you hurt, but you didn’t believe them at all till you caught him kissing a patient, a smirk on his lips as he held her by the waist.

observing this finally made you understand why they told you to not catch feelings for a man like joseph. it would only lead you to a painful and heart-wrenching end.

“see what did i tell you about catching feelings for that no-good scumbag?” your co-worker sighed as she comforted you after you came to her in tears.

she looked at you sympathetically as she rubbed circles in your back but knew you had to find out about him the hard way for you to understand. a day passed and you avoided joseph as if he were the plague. even to the point you focused on giving other patients therapy and not him.

he’s noticed the cold shoulder you’ve been giving him and it just irritates him but he knows he can’t do anything to you even if he wanted to. so knowing you weren’t seeing him anymore or talking to him only made him feel like he was going insane, which he was. never letting anyone touch him unless it was you and he made his point clear when he strangled a doctor who tried to give him a shot to calm him down.

even going as far as screaming your name and begging for you to come back to him, you could even hear him from his cell. it was pathetic and just sad. eventually, he threatened to kill everyone here, even you if you didn’t come back to him. this scared you greatly so you just gave in. “joseph..” you said softly as you looked at him from his cell door. he looked more tired due to all the days he’s spent not seeing you, not even once.

“hello my love..!” joseph said with a bright smile as he looked at you with soft and loving eyes as he stood on the other side of his cell door. you too looked drained and exhausted but not for the same reasons joseph was. “i’ve missed you so much, i felt as though i were going insane!” he said with a laugh as he kissed your cheek through the cell window, there being bars that contained a couple of openings allowing him to do so.

“did you miss me?” you had to think about it. did you truly miss this deranged psychopath? “no.” you said and stared at him directly in the eyes. “i see you’re doing just fine and don’t need any therapy this morning. i’ll schedule another appointment this afternoon.” you said and wrote it down on your clipboard.

“i’ll see you soon darling, je t’aime..!” he called out to you as you left, leaving the man humming as he rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet, looking forward to you and his next meeting.

-❄️ tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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Oooo! I love your Helob and Lambsona ship art!! You draw them both so cute!! Im curious, how did they meet do you think? id love to hear more about them in general

GRABS YOU BY THE NECK. SHAKES YOU BACK AND FORTH gently AGGRESSIVELY. GIVES YOU INVISIBLE KISSES THAT BARELY GRAZE YOUR CHEEKS/j, lh BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR SO LONG ISTG.

so here's the thing, giullaresca's starting to become more my oc rather than my lambsona. but she still is the aforementioned, because i literally came to the point i project myself onto her so much i cannot just call them my "oc" alr?/nm so. just clearing some stuff up!!

OK SO BASICALLY keeping in mind they're also inspired, like heavily, by my in-game experience.

she'd go out on crusades very very often. and one of the days in which they were exhausted, very exhausted. she meets helob. not exactly because she rests on a purple, soft rock, as they told themselves. not giving a care about the bones in it. not even the suspicious smell of meat disturbs her (she doesn't mind it. she adores it but she doesn't eat nor cook followers').

helob found out at some point that someone was sleeping on him. but. he realized it was the lamb so he didn't eat them 'cause they needed followers and he needed money right?? that's how it worked after all.

so giu gets new people to indoctrinate and helob gets to live another day. after day.

though the lamb tries to approach the purple spider more often because they were interested in him. she was fascinated by him. she hoped and hoped they wouldn't fall in love with him, but being pan and ambi didn't help at all.

so for some reason helob would receive heretics to eat and giu would free more people at once because she didn't want them to be eaten but oh well, it happened because his other half had no other options at some point.

he would ask giu how the day went, how she was doing, sometimes he'd cook something simple for her to eat. but he found out later on he was catching feelings for her as well.

i drew a tiny comic on how giu was trying to tell nari she was seeing helob for only a few weeks while they saw each other for waaay longer, i then remembered. in that period of time she mentioned, they were actually trying to pick decorations, witnesses and such for their wedding. nari came to this conclusion and that's how helob became the happiest spider in the world

they also have a daughter and her name's maeve (means intoxicating). she manages her dad's activity... kind of. but yeah i wrote more about her on another post

AAAND THAT WAS HELOBESCA. TWISTED MANIAC PSYCHOPATH LAMB AND CANNIBAL PURPLE SPIDER ALMOST THRICE HER SIZE WHO SUPPORTS THEM WHATEVER SHE DOES.

WE LOVE TO SEE IT

sorry for every possible grammatically incorrect sentence or anything of the like. i'm writing this at 7:50 am