#and i am not carrying that big bitch with me everywhere

[luna-spacedoodles]

ALL IS GOOD IN THE WORLD!!!! MY DAD FIXED HEADPHONES SO NOW I CAN WALK AROUND WHILE LISTENING TO MUSIC!!!!!

[cerise-on-top]

König Teasing Reader in His Dialect

I finally got around to writing for König being sappy with his S/O in his native tongue! Native dialect, in fact!! I'm not gonna include any translations for this one! And don't bother putting it in Google Translate either, it won't work :3c

“Du host so a liabes Gschau.”

A gentle twilight it was, the sky donning a beautiful coat of orange. With the few fluffy clouds floating by, you watched your boyfriend glow in the soft evening light. It was almost magical, the way the sun set behind the mountains, the way it created a halo of utmost pulchritude on König. He was a rough man, who found it within himself to be as gentle as one would never imagine. His hands were calloused, but the way he caressed your face made it seem as though he was a lover by nature. Although he may have killed more people than you have ever known in your lifetime, that fact barely came to mind when his voice would call for you. Strong his accent, yes, but with it came a sense of familiarity that you would get nowhere else. König was a beautiful man. If you could have, then you would have knelt in front of him, allowing him to tread his fingers through your locks. If you could have, you would have slung your arms around him, burying yourself in his warmth and scent. But alas, all that came to mind was confusion. What did he say this time?

“You know my German isn’t that good just yet. You gotta be patient with me. Can you translate?”

With a certain glimmer in his eyes, he smiled as he shook his head. “No, I’ll let you figure this one out. It would be boring if I translated everything for you.” But even so, he walked towards you, quiet as a cat, hunting for its prey. All there was to devour was you, unity through the purpose of consuming one another. He stood still in front of you, eyes almost hazy as he seemed a little unfocused. He was a hunter, but whenever you were around he laid his weapon to rest, craving your attention more than he felt the bloodlust. You calmed him more than any restful night ever could. Your touch was the remedy for his loneliness, his fear, his anger. And this time, it was his turn to repay you, gently running his thumb across your cheek.

“Du bist mei ois. Für di leib i. I bin dir so vü schuidig. Söbst wenn i dir die Wöd gebn darad, warads ned genug. Danke für ois. Bitte bleib bei mir so laung wies nur geht. Hah, i reid grod so vü Scheiße, aba des stört mi ned. Du mochst mi so fertig, aber i hob di so lieb. Eigentlich wuid i heite schiacha zu dir sein, oba i kauns afoch ned. I bin so verliebt in di.”

Should you feel angry at him? For all you knew he could have been cursing you worse than any string of English words ever could. And yet, his expression betrayed him. That gentle smile, that soft gaze, that tender touch. König let out a content sigh, placing his hands atop your shoulders. It was evident he wanted something, he wanted more, but all he could do was stare as love overtook every fiber of his being. In that moment, he wasn’t a hunter, he wasn’t a fighter, he wasn’t a soldier. If there was one thing he could call himself, it was yours. Your boyfriend, your partner, your loved one. It didn’t matter as long as it was in relation to you. He pulled you into a tight embrace. His pride was a wall made of steel, but you burned yourself through the metal and settled down in his heart. All you knew was that he was so much kinder towards you than he gave himself credit for.

“Love, I’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”

“Brauchst a ned. I wü afoch nur so mit dir bleibn. I mechat di für imma so hoitn. Du bist so liab. I hob so vü Scheiße im Militär durchgmocht, oba es wor’s ma ois wert wal i di kennanglernt hob. I darad ois no amoi so mochn. Bitte sei ma ned bes, oba i glab es is gscheita wennst ned wast, wos i grod sog. Du suist mi ned als schwochn Maun sehn. Oba nur damit du’s wast, es gibt kan Menschn auf dera Wöd, den i liaba hob als di. I hoff, dass ma ewig zaumbleibm kennan.”

“Are you being sappy right now?”

But the only response you got was him holding onto you as though you were a beautiful, fleeting memory. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you resigned yourself to your fate. He could so very easily snap you in half, and yet he chose to use his strength to make you feel protected. Indeed, König was a different man with you. You knew him as the anxious colonel that was still capable of leading people. Deadly precise, viciously efficient, always successful. And today he felt as giddy as a child watching its first rainbow, all because he was with you.

“Ich hab dich ganz doll lieb.”

Finally, some words you could understand.

“Love you too, König.”

[chaosgremlinmunson]

As inspiration for this douchebaggery in my DMs on Facebook, here's Steve being a bitch to someone who clearly paid zero attention and had no respect for his relationship.

👇 The inspiration is below 👇

Steve opened his laptop while he let his newest niece nap away on the new ottoman. She'd grabbed her tiny stuffed turtle, toddled up to him and said, “night, night” in her adorable munchkin voice, and Steve was done for. His ovaries, though long forgotten, wanted to explode immediately. He wondered if the hormones would affect the possibility of him carrying his own child for he and Eddie.

Speaking of Eddie, Steve looked back to his laptop and saw a notification for Facebook, the one social media he frequently used to keep in touch with his found family after they'd scattered to their colleges and new lives. He opened it curiously thinking maybe one of the kids had messaged him and found a girl he didn't know instead. He clicked her photo looking through her profile to see she was friends with about half the people he knew, so he chose to be friendly.

Eventually the messages veered from asking how he was doing, and how nice it was to meet him to flirtatious messages. He cringed reading it as he'd already mentioned his husband a good twenty times within the beginning of this conversation. To get a message saying, “so..are you single or happily married?” Made him want to reach through the screen and shake this girl. Hell, his profile has a profile picture of him and Eddie making out, his bio stating his infinite love for both his wonderful husband and their fur babies, Roscoe, Angel, and Thresher. How and why did this girl not realize he was happily married? In true mean girl Steve fashion he answered the video call she tried to send, his face that haughty mask he shone in during King Steve's reign in Hawkins high.

“Hello?” He said, sounding annoyed, “Is there a reason you called me?”

“Yeah, I thought it'd be nice to see your handsome face.”

“Look, sweetie,” he started, the absolute disdain clear in his voice and on his face, “If you used the last two brain cells you hadn't fried with all the bleach in your head, and actually, I don't know, read my bio on my profile or even my messages, you'd realize that A) I am happily married. B) I have mentioned my husband literally everywhere. C) My husband is absolutely the one for me, and way hotter than any bleach blond bimbo in my inbox, and D) which is rather appropriate for this, I prefer dick to pussy, so unless you're hiding something under that street walker wear in all your photos I wouldn't consider you even if I was single. Now, have a blessed day and lower your expectations when you speak to people. Or hell, pay attention to the signs around you.”

The girl was staring at him, her jaw dropped as he ended the call and blocked her. Eddie walked in just a moment later to Steve glaring at his laptop like it personally offended him and leaned down kissing his neck as Dustin and Erica followed behind to collect Stefania aptly named for the best big brother the party could ask for.

Once they were alone Steve pushed Eddie down into the couch straddling him, his tiny shorts riding up as he ground down on the sizable bulge beneath him. Eddie grinned up at him, he knew Steve was frustrated about something, but for now he'd take him apart in all the best ways and put him back together. If he wanted to vent about it later Eddie would be all ears.

[columbiastapshoes]

headcanons part 3‼️‼️ crazy‼️

hey guys it’s me the person with the regular posting schedule and normal amount of thoughts about this movie! woo hoo! this one is a bit shorter, my sk8 hyperfixation has been completely taking over my brain LMAO but without further ado here u go!

-columbia has a stuffed animal that she is extremely emotionally bonded to. i’d like to think it’s a rabbit with big floppy ears and it’s made out of that kind of rough towel-like texture ykwim?? but anyways she’s had it since she was little and it’s so dirty and has no stuffing in its neck anymore but she refuses to fix or clean it and just carries it around everywhere

-magenta fucking loves earth candy. homegirl is trying to keep up the “i hate this planet it has no redeeming qualities” act but as soon as someone walks into the room with gummy bears she goes absolutely feral

-frank is scared of cats. yes, i know he has the mannerisms of a cat and that is why it’s funnier to me that when he sees a cat he will just leave the room. but also he’s not like an “AAAAAAHHHH A CAAAT THATS SO SCAARRRYYY” person like he’s trying to be subtle about it and won’t admit to being scared but it doesn’t fool anyone

-brad LOVES 50s love songs and also jazz of all kinds. stole this bit from a fanfic but his nickname for frank is sinatra :3 but anyways he’s always playing an ella fitzgerald or doris day vinyl and humming along to the melody while he reads or does other stuff

-frank either wakes up at 5 am or 2 pm. no in between.

-is columbia a dancer? yes. does she use those skills when she’s just dancing to music by herself? absolutely not. she bounces to the beat like a toddler. i love her.

-frank again :3 that bitch absolutely has pierced ears, belly button, and tongue. the movie isn’t canon and i know what i’m talking about <3

-magenta is goth most of the time but when it gets really hot and she cannot survive in all black she gives up and goes whimsigoth with purples and dusty pinks and browns <3

-rip columbia u would have loved electro swing

-ever wondered how riff got that hunch in his back? i have the answer! when he and magenta were little he tried to cut her hair while she was sleeping and she judo flipped him and it just never healed properly

-i could have sworn i posted this one before but i can’t find it? so im just gonna say it now- after the movie events (in my brain no one dies and brad and janet unofficially move in let me have this) janet is trying so hard to be supportive of everybody and im picturing her and magenta as that customwoodburning clip that’s like “are you a les-bin?” “yes ma’am i am” “AWESOME‼️‼️‼️ 🔥🔥🔥”

-magenta is a witch and has an altar in her room, the first time brad went in there he accidentally bumped into it and was scared that the spirits were gonna be mad and kill him and magenta was jokingly like “yeah. ur dead” and he was like “oh no D:” and she had to clarify it was a joke

-frank reads erotic novels at the dinner table and comments on them out loud 🫶

-columbias favorite animal is a jellyfish. i have no reasoning but nell campbell indirectly talked to me and i have been hyperfixated on this movie for over 2 years so u can trust me on this one

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

dave mustaine having size kink and not failing to notice the big difference in size between him and the reader (fem reader pls) <3

a/n (unrelated): i am back bitches i promise this time, thank u for the ask nonnie i lovee size kink dave, so sorry it’s been like a month. side note, i didn’t really have the mental capacity to write a structured fic, so here’s whatever this is. brainrot.

in case you guys haven’t ever seen late 90s- 00s dave mustaine, he’s sooo big n yummy n strong like aaaa. i wanna be in his arms, i wanna be gripping his biceps that i can’t even fit my hand halfway around while he’s fucking me like no tomorrow 😔

he’s calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside he’s losing his mind whenever the difference in size between the two of you is especially obvious, like whenever he stands behind you, he likes to put his hands on your slim shoulders. sometimes you tilt your head up so that you can see his face, and seeing your eyes sparkle and your cute little smile triggers something in him, a desperation to have you to himself entirely. and he can. he’s so much bigger and stronger than you are, so it’s no problem for him to sweep you off the ground into his arms or over his shoulder. he loves carrying you everywhere, might i add, he loves taking care of his princess obviously and it gives him a huge ego boost to have the control over your relatively small body that you let him. on days when you’re not at cooperative and decide to be a bit bratty, he only becomes more turned on and has no trouble getting his way with you and fixing your attitude… 🤭

his little size kink even shows up in more innocent, domestic situations, like you wearing his clothes. his tshirtsw swallow you whole, for example. you find so much comfort in wearing his clothes, and he finds it adorable. also note that he’s very handy around the house. since your much shorter than him, he’s good to have around the kitchen in case you need help reaching something on a high shelf <3

[mpchev]

Update on fanbinding dissertation: more typesetting, more test prints, more guillotines!

I’ve now spent 23 hours learning how to fanbind! Having SO MUCH FUN, despite the tiny bit of panic that has started to settle in — everything else also takes a lot of time, and these fanbinding hours could have been spent reading more of the abundant fanbinding / fan studies / folklore research, or working on transcriptions, or getting some writing done. Going for equal parts of “it’s all about balance” and “fuck it we ball”.

I ordered some supplies from Ratchford a few days ago — I’ll need to order some more because I was mid flare-up when I did it, so brain was mush and I forgot a bunch of things, but! I now have enough supplies to do some of the next steps.

My new best friend the blue guillotine from the last update? Not such a good friend after all, test signatures were very uneven. Mentioned I was looking for an alternative to one of my profs, and he lent me his own! (Thanks Tom!) It is also blue, I’ll miss it dearly when I have to give it back. Walking around campus casually carrying a guillotine made me feel like the most interesting person in the world, many opportunities for French revolution jokes, highly recommend.

Spent a day at the library finishing up the typesetting, and doing some more printing and cutting tests. With the actual fic on the page instead of the SFW version, so here’s a title reveal if you squint (I’m binding 5 short fics together, had to come up with something). Was worried about regular printer paper looking way too blue-white for a book, but that printer had recycled paper as an option and it looks so much better. Huge thanks to Kait for the moral support, the carrying of the guillotine when I couldn’t, and the pictures of me doing things.

Spent the night making a punching cradle out of millboard (using embroidery scissors as an x-acto knife?! do not recommend) and PVA glue, after seeing someone else posting about how easy it was. (Now, is it somewhat functional? Yes. Should I maybe have googled it a little instead of just eyeballing it in a trance state of Must Do Something Now? Also yes. Later found a great youtube video of what I should have done instead, might give it a go later.) Then punched some holes (so far, feels like I didn’t need to get an awl/my awl is way too big, but we’ll see), and then sown my two more test signatures, one with more embroidery floss and one with the linen thread I now have. Something feels a bit off in the very-thin linen thread + recycled paper + big awl + wonky punching cradle combo, not sure which one to blame, probably a bit of everything. The collection of test signatures keeps on growing!

Went back to the library the following day, printed one more test signature (in case the printer had decided to grow a new personality overnight), and then the two copies of the actual book! Sliced all the sheets in half, put them in the right order, folded the pages, arranged them into signatures, and sliced them to the actual size. Thought I messed up by folding the signatures before cutting them to size, but that turned out to be a better way to do it. They look SO GOOD and SO REAL, I am SO HAPPY, this is SO SATISFYING, I desperately want to learn how to make paperbacks next to carry them everywhere. Also want to bind bigger books. Look at that happy autoethnography face.

Next steps: sewing the signatures, getting the missing supplies, attacking the terrifying ordeal of casing those bitches.

[tf2yall]

Mercs react to being picked up

Scout

Kinda like a really fussy cat

Makes a big deal of it the first few times and tries to wriggle free.

"What da hell do you think you're doing? Put me down!"

Really doesn't like it in public because he wants to be the big strong man in the relationship >:(

Keep doing it and he'll get used to it. Still doesn't like it in public but won't mind being picked up in private. Still complains tho

Likes to be held but will never ever EVER admit it

Soldier

Doesn't even bat an eye tbh

Oh we're doing this now? Cool.

Soldier's a very touchy person, especially with people he likes so he's very okay with being picked up and carried. Very snuggly and probably wraps his arms around your neck

Don't expect him not to pick you up too tho! Scoops you up bridal style if he's in a playful mood or just straight up tosses you over his shoulder if there's something cool he wants you to go see

Pyro

Heart eyes mf

Pyro's pretty similar to Soldier in that they like both being held and holding their partner.

Loves to be picked up and will probably never stop bugging you to do it again if you do it once

Barely even needs to be supported because they cling like a cuddly little limpet

They're stronger than they look and will have no problem picking you up too

Extremely cuddly. Pyro takes this as an invitation to be in your personal space all the time now. Sorry, they're your best friend now. It's non-negotiable

Heavy

I'm sorry what

Kind of bluescreens because he's honestly impressed that you managed to pick him up

Thinks it's impressive that you're that strong but would really rather prefer you put him down. He just prefers to have his feet on the ground thanks

Would prefer to be the one picking you up altho he'd really prefer nobody get picked up tbh. Unless he's excited or really happy about something. Then he won't think twice about scooping you up and spinning you around!

Engineer

Another one of the mercs who just bluescreens

Definitely freezes for a second as his brain works to catch up with what just happened

Probably starts blushing really hard and gets exceedingly flustered.

"Aww shucks... I didn't know you were that strong, partner."

Again tho, please put him down. He would like to walk thank you very much

Probably won't pick you up either unless a) you ask or b) you're bleeding out and he has to move you to safety

Demo

Like Soldier, doesn't bat an eye

This is just par for the course with Demo. Honestly you'll have a hard time picking him up before he picks you up.

Likes to initiate a lot of playful touch. Wrestling, throwing each other around, ruffling your hair, etc.

Just kinda melts when you pick him up. Lol enjoy holding a Demo puddle.

May or may not fall asleep if you hold him for any length of time

Medic

Oh

Oh hello

Medic starts blushing the instant you pick him up. Kicking his legs and giggling

Starts joking about you being his knight in shining armor.

Probably has a crush on you now if he didn't already. Look, he's just into people who could easily squish him alright???

An overdramatic bitch if he's in the mood to be picked up

"No, I am afraid my injury is too bad! You will have to carry me!"

He stubbed his toe. Jfc medic

Spy

No. No. A million times no.

The first time you do it, he blushes fiercely and runs away and you don't see him for a week.

It is undignified and humiliating and you're going to ruin his reputation and how dare you

More inclined to like it in a romantic relationship but still makes a fuss about it.

That is, until he gets used to it and then he's demanding you carry him everywhere like a spoiled brat

Sniper

Kinda hard to pick up because he's a lanky fuck and he's got so much goddamn legs. It's like picking up a spider

Really really nervous that you're going to drop him. Has a death grip on your shirt

Sniper's pretty confident right up until something happens that he doesn't know how to deal with. Being picked up is one of those things. Probably hiding his face with his hat and blushing really hard and making a big fuss

Can't decide whether or not he likes it

Probably isn't going to stop complaining but he's also not squirming so idk make what you will out of that

[the-daily-spider]

what's your favorite species of:

spider

wasp

butterfly

moth

beetle

(bonus points if u include pics for each one)

AHHH AHH AHH OK OK!! This ask actually made me so excited I couldn’t even think about responding for a few moments cause I was stimming so hard. Oh my god. Ok. Wow this is a tough question.

Starting with spiders!!! Ok I KNOW there’s a lot of super cool/crazy/smart/venomous/absolutely buckwild species out there but my favorite is purely sentimental. It’s Tigrosa Georgicola. I see them everywhere where I live and they’re one of the first species I ever picked up. My phone screen is literally a photo of me holding one.

I’ve got a soft spot for wolf spiders anyways cause they purr and carry their babies on their backs and are just so gorgeous and big and amazing but this one especially is so good. One of the most docile species of spider I’ve handled, and their orange banding against their dark brown bodies is just so gorgeous. They’re literally tortoiseshell, what more could you want? And they get SO BIG it’s always such a delight finding one of these guys I love them so much

Next up wasp. Oh man big question. Lots and lots of good options and I am SO fond of paper wasps and mud daubers but I think if I had to pick a favorite it would be Auplopus carbonarius. They’re an absolutely TINY species of spider wasp that I’ve only had the pleasure of meeting once. Adults only get about 3/8” long. They also make little barrels to store food in!! And are great recyclers with their nests, they often take over old beetle burrows!! That’s so cool they’re like little home renovators. Here’s a pic of me holding one

Alright onto butterfly. This one’s a little harder since I’m not super into butterflies, but man there’s still definitely some really cool ones.

My favorite has gotta be Hamadryas feronia, aka the variable cracker. That entire genus is fucking gorgeous though, so shout out to some of the other species like the red cracker, ringless blue cracker, grey cracker, and the velutina cracker. Seriously just look up cracker butterflies. They’re all gorgeous. They also make a really cool cracking noise!! Look it up!!

Ok ok next! favorite moth. This is a REAL close toss-up between clearwing hummingbird moths and buff-tip moths. Vampire moths were also high up on the list, but I think buff-tip moths have to win. Phalera bucephala to be more specific. They’re just so delightful. Their camouflage is SO GOOD they really do look like such perfect little broken pieces of branch. It’s endlessly endearing. AND their caterpillars are such a pretty yellow color. Everything about these guys just makes me smile

Next is beetle!!! Ok I’m a basic bitch on this one sorry, but trilobite beetles have won my heart. I don’t have a specific favorite species within the genus, they’re all just amazing. It’s also really funny to me how big the difference is between males and females. The females retain their larval form as adults, which is already cool enough for any species, but it’s especially wild seeing how these guys’ larval form looks. There’s nothing about these guys that isn’t amazing to me

[plants-and-poetry-and-punching]

my many thoughts on: “you win. you made me into this” vs ‘throw them into another dimension for the rest of their lives lmao’

I am FRESH off finishing the finale, so i can’t guarantee the hottest takes, but they’re fresh picked from my brain. no research, no rewatch, we sniff death dust like UNIT.

long rambly post! you’ve been warned!

I understand that ‘if you kill a killer you’re just as bad as they are’ isn’t the most… convincing argument. if you think about it, is the act of killing someone (or something) that wiped out billions and billions of people on the same moral level as committing that same unimaginable evil? is being killed a worse fate than being locked away, alone, for the rest of your life? (or for eternity- remember what 10 did to the mayflies? shit was fucked up!)

maybe the show really does want us to come away with “killing bad no matter what uwu*” but to me, I think it’s more important to think about this in the context of who the doctor is as a character. ‘no killing’ is his personal moral code, and it’s something he truly believes in. yes, it can get a little bit absurd when they’re sending people to forever time prison, but strong feelings and beliefs are very, very good at causing characters (and real people) to act irrationally. plus, he’s a gazillion year old alien. I think he can have a little blue and orange morality, as a treat.

friendly reminder: the doctor has canonically committed war crimes!! they pushed the big red button on gallifrey- there’s a LOT of blood on their hands**. they were always a pacifist at heart(s), but I think the time war really cemented the fact that they never wanted to kill again. the doctor expressed guilt several times this season for supposedly bringing trouble and death wherever he goes, and the whole finale was a distillation of that! countless lives wiped out, and he believes it’s because of him. no wonder the guy lost it***.

mercy is all they have. they can’t undo the deaths that still haunt them, but they can make damn sure that not one more soul dies by their hand- even if the alternative is arguably a fate worse than death.

I believe that, past a certain point, refusing to kill a foe isn’t about being merciful or having the higher moral ground. it’s just the doctor desperately trying to avoid taking any more lives, no matter the cost. it’s not rational- it’s emotional self-preservation. that single soul might just be the straw that breaks them apart.

no more. everybody lives.

the doctor didn’t admit defeat when everyone and everywhere he knew was reduced to dust. (tbf, universe ending catastrophes are an average friday for them.) he grieved, but then he got to work, and he and ruby fixed it.

stopping suketh was a victory. and yet, the doctor admits defeat right before he cuts that line. it’s right there in the text- to him, this is a loss, because he was forced to break the moral code he’s been carrying for thousands of years.

I think it shatters the armor they’ve built around their own self-perception. the doctor wants to be seen as someone who represents life. they want to be able to see themself as someone who represents life- and I believe that they’ve been struggling with that for a long, long time****.

there’s a reason the doctor doesn’t talk about themself, or their past, or loved ones they’ve lost- it’s all tainted by death. at least, I think that’s how they see it. this bitch is traumatized! (maybe they refuse to kill even the most vile enemy because a part of them feels that they’re just as bad? good dalek etc etc)

I don’t think the doctor is thinking all of this consciously, of course. (he’s definitely thinking some of it, though). I just think all of this stuff is a major part of their character.

I really hope that killing sutekh has some serious consequences next season. as big as the scene was in the moment, the end of the episode was more focused on ruby’s story than the doctor’s emotional fallout. (I’m not complaining about having the focus on ruby! shit made me tear up!)

I want to see how the doctor feels about breaking his one rule. I crave angsty character exploration! and maybe an scp end of death type scenario

tldr: I think the doctor deserves to make weird moral decisions every now and then*****. also they’re the sad wet little meow meow ever and I want to put them in the plot equivalent of a hydraulic press.

*I do believe that one of the show’s central themes is the sanctity of life, and that saving lives the most important goal someone can have. I just don’t think it’s here to preach the exact minutiae of what is or isn’t justified.

**I missed most of 13’s run, but it sounds like some serious shit went down there too. I’m gonna go back and catch up soon!

***that said, I hope they continue losing it now and then, because unhinged doctor is my favorite doctor. don’t read into that.

****I know that 14 supposedly fixed himself, but like… no he didn’t. I mean, I hope post-bi-generation 14 is doing great in therapy, but if he is, I don’t think 15 is getting any of the benefits. “maybe I’m the bad luck” in his very first episode?? this bitch lied directly to his own face and he’s kinda iconic for that

*****dear beloved piss on the poor website: the doctor is a fictional character. I do not endorse murder, war crimes, or trapping people in forever prisons irl.

[lithium80writer]

Bad Things (Eddie Munson Short Story)

⚠️Warnings: Explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI. Toxic relationship. Drugs. Angst.⚠️

Modern AU. Rockstar Eddie. Short Story. Nova Gray is a pop star and the on again/off again girlfriend of rockstar Eddie Munson. Both of them are at the height of their career. Fame and trouble follow these two everywhere they go. They both know they are no good for each other but can they stay away? Just a heads up that this will not be typical sweet Eddie. He's kind of an asshole. But a hot one.

Characters and intro, Chapter one, Chapter two

Chapter three: Slut

****Nothing's that bad, if it feels good. So you come back. Like I knew you would..****

Nova's POV

"Where's Max?" Eddie smirks as he pretends to look around for him.

"Eddie stop." you whisper, feeling the guilt creeping in.

"One second, baby." he says to you before yelling back into the apartment.

"Trixie.. Tom will take you home. I have a not so unexpected visitor."

"This was a mistake." you go to turn and his hand grips your wrist. The slightest touch from him sending tingles throughout your body.

"It wasn't." he says as he threads his fingers in yours. You look down at his hand. His big rings adorn their usual fingers. You slowly trail your eyes up his body.

His pants are unbuttoned, his black boxer briefs peeking through. A silky black shirt buttoned unevenly, his chest completely exposed.

Trixie walks up and kisses Eddie's cheek before sliding past you.

Why am I here?

Eddie pulls you inside and shuts the door. "What are you doing here, Nova?" he steps back as you remove your big jacket. His eyes roam your white bodysuit underneath.

"Fuck, you look good." he says huskily. His eyes are dark, a small smirk remains on his lips. He slowly begins twisting one of his rings around his fingers as he continues looking you up and down lazily.

"I had a bad day, Eds." you pout as you walk closer to him.

"Yeah?" he breathes as you stop directly in front of him.

"Mhmm.. it was really stressful." you reach out and run your nail down his chest as a sly smile spreads across his face.

"You here to use me, sweetheart?" he hums as you begin to unbutton the last two buttons on his shirt.

"Do you mind?" you purr as his hands come to your waist.

"Never." he whispers before pulling against him. His grip is firm on your hips as you look up into his eyes.

"I missed you." you breathe.

"I know you did." he says before his lips slam into yours. He immediately presses you into the wall as you tangle your hands in his hair. His tongue meets yours forcefully as you moan desperately into his mouth.

You grab a fistful of his hair and give it a hard yank pulling a moan from him easily. He moves to your neck and begins to suck.

"No marks, Eddie." you mumble and he just chuckles before you feel his teeth sink into your skin.

"Fuck." you whimper as his tongue trails across the indents of his teeth.

"What's got you so stressed?" Eddie asks as he picks you up and carries you swiftly to the bed.

"Rebecca White.. she's just.. I hate her." you admit as Eddie begins to work on your bodysuit.

"She's a bitch." Eddie agrees as you slide your arms out and he pulls it down beneath your breasts.

"Mmm.. I missed these." he climbs on top of you and takes your hardened nipple in his mouth. Your eyes shut as he sucks and nips gently making you wetter by the second.

There's never been another man who has pleased you like Eddie. You know it and he knows it.

His hand works its way into your suit and you feel his fingers dip into you. A blissful moan leaves your lips as he guides his fingers deeper.

Eddie's POV

She's fucking soaked as you slide your fingers in her tight pussy. I've missed her. Missed this.

Her repeated moans grow more and more shaky as you bring her closer and closer.

You keep your eyes on her face, watching her carefully as she falls apart beneath your hand.

"Eddie! E-Eddie please don't stop. Please don't...st-stop.." she begs you as her back arches off the bed. You grin as she lets out a choked cry, your hand now soaked from her orgasm.

I have girls scream my name all the time. In the crowd at my concert and in the bedroom. Or the bathroom of a random bar, or backstage.. the back seat of my car or... well I think you get it. The point is.. none of them sound as sweet as her. None of them feel as good as her. I love her, I swear I do. I just have a really shitty way of showing it.

She's a complete mess as you decide you're gonna make her cum twice with your hand. Then we'll move on to the good stuff.

She craves me all the time. That's exactly what I want. I don't want her to ever forget Eddie Munson. She's mine even when she's not. I'm always on her mind. And if I'm being completely honest, she's always on mine too.

"Fuck baby..." she squirms under you as you bring your lips to her neck again, your fingers fucking her roughly.

"I said no marks.." she whimpers as you suck harshly.

"You're not in charge here, Nova." you scold in her ear and she gasps as you bring your fingers to her clit, rubbing quickly.

She mumbles something about you being a dick which just makes your cock harder.

You rub your fingers side to side swiping across her clit quickly and her body jerks involuntarily.

She's overstimulated and little whimpers and sudden screams pour from her lips and fill the room. But she doesn't want you to stop.

This is why she's here.

She cries out as she cums again, soaking the sheets beneath her.

You let out a low growl as you quickly move between her legs licking and sucking, tasting her all over your tongue.

"Holy shit... mmm.. baby...too much." she mumbles as she tries to push your head away.

Not a chance.

It's been too long since I've tasted her. You pull her close and make long strokes before swirling your tongue through her folds, exploring every part of her. Her legs are trembling wildly around your head and you moan into her pussy as she finally gives in, her body relaxing into the bed.

Her hand grips your hair tightly as you kiss along her warmth.

Nova's POV

Max who?

I know I'm awful but fucking hell.

Eddie comes up from between your legs with a giant grin. His face glistening. He takes his fingers shoving them in your mouth roughly and you immediately suck yourself off of him before he presses them a little deeper making you gag.

"I missed that sound, baby." he laughs wickedly before pulling his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to escape.

"Are you gonna be a good girl, Nova?"

"Yes, Eddie."

He grips your jaw tightly and looks down at you with a serious face.

"Y-yes Master." you correct yourself and he smiles.

Eddie kneels on the bed and you get on your hands and knees in front of him mentally preparing yourself for the fucking your throat is about to receive.

"Open wide, Princess." he demands and you look up at him as a smile spreads across your lips.

"Call me your little slut, Master."

His eyes darken even more before he reaches down and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"Open wide, slut." he burns, causing your pussy to throb intensely.

"Yes, Master." you sigh happily as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

Eddie takes his tip and runs it up and down your tongue lightly before he grips your hair.

"Ready?"

You nod and he moans deeply as he thrusts into your mouth. He's not gentle. Not today. His cock slams into the back of your throat causing your eyes to water immediately.

Do I know his dick was in someone else's mouth earlier? Yes. Do I care? No. I'm gonna show him he'll never have someone as good as me.

You let him be in control for a minute, his thrusts in your mouth are wild and rough. Your mascara runs down your cheeks as you gag on his cock. You pull your mouth off of him quickly and push him backwards to the bed.

You straddle him and kiss his lips hungrily. His hands find your ass immediately and he squeezes tightly before giving it a hard smack.

"I- I fucking missed your mouth, baby." Eddie pants into the kiss.

"What else did you miss, Eds?" you say as you slowly slide your warmth across his cock.

"I missed that sweet pussy.. you know I missed that pussy." he rasps.

"Do you want me? You wanna fuck my pussy baby?" you purr in his ear.

"Ride me, Nova. Please ride me." he begs and you kiss him one more time.

"Such a needy little thing aren't you?" you tease before you place him at your entrance lowering yourself down.

His head falls back as a string of curses leave his perfect lips. You moan with him as you feel him stretch you and enter you fully.

"Eddie.. Jesus Christ." you groan and he gives you a cocky smile.

You roll your hips slowly at first, quickly gaining speed. He's so big... he feels so fucking good. God, I missed him.

You begin to bounce wildly and he lets out a lustful chuckle as his eyes lock on your boobs. You slow down grinding your hips and he quickly flips you over so he's on top.

He slams into you forcefully and you cry out finally feeling the pleasure you've been craving.

"There it is, sweetheart.. I told you I was gonna make you scream." he growls as his hand comes to your throat.

Every thrust hits deep within you as he speeds up. His grip tightens around your throat and he leans down so his eyes are locked on yours.

"Does Max fuck you like this?" he hisses.

"Eddie.."

"Does. he." He gives you a rough thrust with each word.

Hoarse moans escape your lips as you refuse to answer.

Eddie squeezes your throat tightly as he fucks you senseless. Your nails claw into his back again and again.

"Fuck!" you shriek as he hits painfully deep. So fucking deep.. so fucking good.

"No! N-no he doesn't fuck me like this!" you practically shout.

"I know he doesn't, sweetheart. Eddie's gonna fuck you right." he hums lowly before flipping you over on your stomach.

His hand immediately slaps your ass leaving a sting and probably a bruise or two.

He's marking me in every way possible and I fucking love it.

Another smack, another welt across your skin. The pain so intense and so delicious. Your face is pressed down hard into the mattress, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as he completely destroys you from behind.

There are no words for the way you're feeling. Complete pleasure takes over your body as well as your mind.

You can barely remember your own fucking name by the time he's finished with you. You collapse to the bed as Eddie falls next to you. He lights a cigarette and slowly releases the smoke.

"That was way fucking better than Trixie." he winks at you.

"Oh my god, I hate you." you mumble.

"Tell that to someone who actually believes it, baby." he smiles and offers you the cigarette.

Eddie's POV

You look at her flushed cheeks, sweat glistening on her perfect body. Her makeup is a mess, completely destroyed. I fucking love it. She takes the cigarette from your fingers and you watch her place it between her pretty lips.

Told you she'd come back. She always does.

Chapter four

[kasplonkable]

Foxma HC's

I love these bitches so much. I've finished Gotham now and lemme just say... You know that scene (spoilers for season 5 from here I guess lmao) when Ed breaks into the GCPD and is going through the files, and Lucius catches him and pushes him back with a hand on his chest?? Yeah, I've been thinking about that scene a lot. This list breaks from canon a little bit (as in, it exists in a world where they would realistically date), but oh well. Enjoy :-)

I reckon they're one of those couples where people don't even realise they're dating until something obviously lovey-dovey happens

like, they'll be at a dinner party or something and one of them maybe gets a little too drunk and kisses the other, and everyone else is like "lol that's embarrassing, Lucius and Ed just kissed" and they're like "???yeah??? We've been dating for 3 years now???"

Like, between all the hand holding, and the sharing food and clothes, everyone just thought they were really friendly with each other (but in hindsight they probably should have guessed)

they have nights where they challenge each other at board games all night. Like, they'll cycle through about 15 games in one night, and have an ongoing tally of wins pinned up on the fridge

on their anniversary, they'll buy each other a new game to add to the tournament

predictably, if they ever watch a game show on TV, they'll race to answer the question first (but every now and then, Lucius lets Ed win just to see how excited he gets about it (Ed knows this of course, but he doesn't mind so much when Lucius looks at him like that))

because they're interested in the same sort of subjects, info dumping is always a fun time for both of them (even if it's unrelated, it's still fun)

while Ed's hanging up the washing, he'll listen to Lucius rant about the intricacies and beauty of biomechanics

and then while Lucius is cooking, he'll listen to Ed rant about epigenetics

This happens a lot though, with pretty much anything...

"so they've basically got a ton of chromosomes!! And there's this one fern that has the world record for having the most!! It's called the adder's tongue fern, or Ophioglossum reticulatum, and it has up to 1,440 chromosomes!!! That's way too many!!" "And what was this called again??" "Polyploidy!! Wait, I haven't even started on Oxytricha trifallax yet!! So basically-" *heart eyes*

Ed always forgets to carry his ear defenders around, so Lucius makes sure he has a spare pair in his bag just in case Ed needs them

Lucius likes to tinker with things when he's bored

one time, Ed came home to find him surrounded by a mixture of cogs and screws only to find that he'd taken apart their toaster

"it stopped working..."

"oh, okay!! Can you fix it?"

"Yeah! It was a fairly common problem, all I needed to do was- what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

*absolute heart eyes* "I just love you is all"

there are so many books and papers around their house that it could be mistaken for a library

well, it's like that right up until the moment Ed gets overstimulated by it all, and then Lucius helps him clean it until everywhere is spotless again (this usually happens late at night, leading to the two of them cleaning until 2 AM and they can finally both sleep)

their whole house is a mixture of dark wood and warm colours. It's really lovely when one comes back and can smell a home cooked meal wafting through the corridors. That's when it especially feels like home

They have a coat hanger by the door that is always overflowing with jackets. When it finally fell over, they both had to reevaluate how many coats they actually needed

one time Ed learn how to quilt so he gave Lucius a massive quilted blanket for his birthday. It was big enough to cover their bed and checked with reds and yellows and the occasional dark green. He loved it so much that it became a permanent fixture in their room

in the winter months, when their small flat can't keep out the Gotham cold, they'll bundle under the blankets and hold onto eachother until they fall asleep

there's not really a strict big spoon or little spoon, just two people clinging to eachother in a tangle of limbs

Lucius has one of those alarms where you have to solve a maths equation before it turns off. Normally Ed would love it, but not at 5 AM...

"nghh can you just turn it off already"

"give me a second, this one's a bit challenging... actually, I'm just going to grab some paper quickly-"

"can you at least taKE THE ALARM WITH YOU?!" Ed groans as he rolls over and tries to hide from the noise in his pillow

Lucius likes to go on runs early in the morning. He enjoys the fresh air and lack of people. That and the fact that Ed is only just waking up when he gets back, sleepily kissing him and handing him a warm cup of coffee with the promise of breakfast soon after

That being said, sometimes he'll go to get up for his run only to find Ed curled into his side. It's those mornings when he decides to snooze his alarm and spend another hour or so dozing next to the love of his life

they go on cute dates to their local museum, sometimes checking out the occasional lecture happening there

They enjoy comparing notes afterwards to see what parts each of them found most interesting

But sometimes if the lecture is boring (and it's rare for either of them to find a lecture boring) they'll forgo the academic notes, and instead send messages back and fourth across the desk

Ed always expects Lucius to throw the notes away afterwards, but he keeps them at the back of his notebook

This lecture is kind of boring. He's just ranting about Crayfish?

Yes, it is slightly strange. I think I heard him say something about invasive species, but honestly I drifted off about 10 minutes ago

Do you want to grab a Chinese after this?

Yeah sure! The usual place?

Obviously

...

Love you

I love you too

[basofy]

garth domestic abuse story: me getting home from work Garth where is my fucking dinner.garth: im sorry i ate it. me: Garth you stuopid ass Im going to beat you up for this. Gar: th no please honey also please dont notice that i threw up all over the bathroom after drinking all the lemonade.me: you Bitch now how am i going to have my special 4am glass of lemonade. gar: i just did that so you'd stop pssing the bed im tired of cleaning your shit. me: how can you hate me for pissing the bed when youre wearing a diaper at least i dont carry my piss everywhere like a big glass of piss. Garth: fuck you i don't love you anymore me: Go to hell Garth Lisarpg i never loved you anyway thats why i never hung your drawings on the fridge like your mom also never did: Garth: Ohhg not on my secret mommy issues *angrily leaves the house and gets ran over by fardy's truck* Like if you cried..

[mybelovedwoo]

Long Journey - Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past

Life hurts a lot, that's just how it is. At least that is what Destiny thought, living a life where living hurts more than dying. But one day everything changes when an unexpected guest appears. What does this long journey hide behind? Will it be worth it to be alive again?

"Sailors tell stories, Pirates make legends!"

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warnings: violence, fighting, guns and weaponry, blood injuries, trauma, smut, sa, pa, abuse specific to this chapter: physical abuse, strong language, injurie, blood

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The next day I woke up thinking about if what happened yesterday was real or just a really bad dream. I would rather wish for the first option to be true, but the burning feeling on my right cheek reminds me of last night's happenings.

The rest of the dinner was spent with boring business discussions between my father and the Captain, they talked about hiding something, but I didn't really catch the whole point of it, my mind was still everywhere else but there. The captain and the rest of his crew will come here early tomorrow morning, and for this night the two men will return to their ship, which is in the main port of Albagon. 

My father ordered me to escort our guests, which I did without any words. At the door, they politely bowed for me once more. When they were enough far away, I finally exhaled, it felt like as I was holding my breath back the whole time. And as if he heard my wondering thoughts, the taller man turned around for one last time, and he looked at me again, the first time since the awkward conversation at the dining table. He just stole a glance and carried on his way, but he didn't hide the fact, as if he wanted me to know about it.

After they left I ran straight up to my room, to hide from my father. I don't want to find out if he's mad at me or not, plus he's been drinking wine the whole night, so he's more aggressive than usual.

It's common for me to wake up this early, even before the sun comes up. I like to go for a ride all the way to the stream, past the glade at these times, it helps to clear my head a little. I try to be as quiet as possible, I don't want anyone to catch me sneaking out.

On my way to the stables all I was thinking about why are these men so important to my father. Why is he letting them into his house? And what dirty business can be between them?

The cool air hits my face, and I can feel my cheek burn again, so I start rubbing it as if it helps with it, and all I can see are the frames of the night in front of me.

"Destiny, where are you?" I can hear my father shout from my room, his footsteps are coming closer to my door. Anxiety rushes over me, I've already seen this happening many times, but still, I can't get used to it, I'm still as scared as I was when I was just a little girl.

He bursts into my room, the door almost fell out of its place. My whole body starts to shake unintentionally. But I stay strong as always, if not me, then who else stays strong for me? I get up from my bed and stand straight in front of my father. 

"You ungrateful little bitch. What do you think you can embarrass me in front of others like that? Didn't I tell you to get that crap off your arm?" And the next thing I realized was that he swung his hand towards me and a strong slap hits my face. It stings as hell.

And here I am standing in front of the stable, holding my cheek in my hand. It still hurts a lot, but not as much as my heart. I hesitate to go inside, I don't know why, but the shakes haven't stopped since yesterday, I usually take this better, I've had it worst before. I take a big breath in and out to calm myself and open the heavy door and step inside the slightly warmer place.

"Good morning Percy, how are you today?" I walk up to my beloved horse, pat his side a little and make a hm sound as if I'm expecting him to answer me, but unfortunately, he never does.

"You often talk to animals?" A voice comes from right behind me, and it scares me so much I almost fall over as I turn around to find out where it comes from. Across from me a deep brown-haired boy leans against the wall and looks at me strangely like I'm crazy or something.

"Who are you and what are you doing here creeping behind me?" Should I be concerned about him? I'm here alone with a stranger, even if I try to ask for help it's likely that no one will hear it, everybody is still asleep. That's why Joanne always says to tell at least her where I'm going, what if he tries to murder me. 

"I mean I was here long before you, but if you would have an intimate conversation with your horse I could leave you alone." I don't know if he's joking or not, his face has no emotions written on it.

"Very funny. And you often stalk on girls early in the morning?" I hit back, copying him, trying not to show my emotions either. I can finally see on his face that he got a little embarrassed. I got him.

"A-as I said, I was here way before you. I haven't stalked on you, I only heard you by accident." He stuttered on his words. 

"And what were you doing here if I may ask you?" Now I'm a little more confident, I feel like the advantage is at me.

"I'm Choi Jongho, a crewmember of Captain Kim Hongjoong. The other night, there was a very big storm, and I didn't really want to sleep on the cold, rocking ship, so I figured I would spend the night here." He explains to me. So the Captain's crew is already occupying our house. Although I haven't seen the others yet, I don't know how many there could be, but I doubt that I will be able to avoid so many people.

"Great, it was really nice to meet you Choi Jongho, but I want to be alone for as long as I have the chance before the rest of your crew arrives, so I'm afraid I have to take your bedfellow away." I'm not saying anymore, and don't even give him room to breathe, I'm just leading my horse out there. I gallop away from my house so fast as if I'm not coming back ever again, and I even consider this thought, but quickly pushed it away, it will never happen anyway. 

-

It's around noon when I come back from my little runaway, and the first thing I do is curry Percy, he must be just as tired as I am, if not more. I'm almost done when Joanne comes in quietly to the stable.

"Nini, you really have to stop doing this." She says with a calm voice, almost whispering. To be honest, I kinda hate this nickname, but she's the only one who's calling me that, it sticked with me ever since I was little. "Your father has been looking for you everywhere, I told him I sent you to the market this morning. He wants you to meet with the Captain's crew instantly and lead them around." She's coming closer to me and places her hands on my shoulders.

"Jo, I don't know how much longer I can take this," I confess. I never said this aloud to anyone, but I can't keep it in me any longer. If I do I might break into pieces.

She doesn't say anything, just embraces me in her arms and we stand there for a good five minutes. We don't have much time before my father sends someone else after me.

Walking up to the front of the house, where it all ended yesterday, it's exactly where it starts today. I can see a group of young men standing there, it seems as if they're bickering about something. They look very young, the Captain is also young, but not as much as them, they must be the same age as me. I'm very surprised, I thought there would be more people on a ship, to be honest. And much older and more experienced people.

When I reach them, I clear my throat loudly to be noticed. Now all their eyes are on me, I wasn't fully prepared for this. The shade of the trees helps to block the midday sun, but I still can't look up properly. Despite the big storm last night, today's weather is the complete opposite, but it's quite normal around here.

"Good afternoon gentlemen! My name is Destiny Dempsey, the daughter of Randall Dempsey. I'm here to show you around today." These seven men are standing in front of me, I scan all the new, unfamiliar faces, but I spot one in the back that I've already seen and he searches my gaze inquisitively. The Captain's right hand.

"Oh hi there, animal whisperer." I hear someone say from the side of the group. It's the guy from this morning, what was his name again, I totally forgot it. I hope he didn't tell anyone he met me earlier, if my father finds out that I wasn't in the the town, I'm not the only one in trouble this time.

"You know her?" Seonghwa asks him curiously, stepping closer to us. I'm praying he won't tell the truth.

"In the sta-"  I panicked, so without even thinking, I quickly cut into his words and didn't let him finish, what he wanted to say.

"It's kinda funny that you let one of your crew member stalk on girls. I wonder if the Captain knows about it." All the eyes landed on the young man in question. He tries to explain himself, I can see how embarrassed he got, and I just hope that I got away with it this time.

"So that's where you disappeared this morning, Choi Jongho." A very tall guy, with black hair and with perfect silky skin spoke. That's right, he reminded me of his name once again, Jongho. My name memory is really bad, I can recognize people by their faces better.

"I swear it wasn't intentional." He put his hands up out of frustration, and I admit I felt a little sorry for him. I know what it's like when no one believes you. But it rather be him than me.

"I promise I will talk to him." Seonghwa came up to me and tried to put his hands on my shoulders, it only was supposed to be an empathetic move, but I took a step back. I didn't really mean to, but I have this thing, that I can't accept any physical touch from anyone, except from only one person, and that's Joanne.

It seemed like he acknowledged it because he took a step back too. "Well, I hoped you could take the boys to the town till the Captain finishes his discussion with your father. Maybe, show them around for a bit, in the meantime, they could get a thing or two we need."

"As you wish, Sir." I bowed to him. "Please follow me!" I turned to the others and they more or less listened to me.

-

I took them to the market as they had to buy some things, it was the most convenient because everything can be found in there. The bustle of the place and all the different smells made it difficult to pay attention to the boy next to me, who hadn't shut his mouth once since we left. He was acting as if we were good old friends. The guy on my other side, he talks less but is more hyperactive. From time to time, I can see his gaze wandering here and there, and it's as if he's not even with us, his attention is completely elsewhere. Park Seonghwa hasn't come with us, he had to stay there if the Captain urgently needed him. But he reassured me that I can trust the navigator, Yunho, the very tall guy if anything happens. But what could possibly happen?

We were walking on the busy street of the town square when an old lady came up to us. And the black-haired boy beside me finally stopped talking.

"Oh, my dear. You grew so much, I haven't seen you since your mother tragically passed." I froze. My legs were literally shaking, we don't ever talk about my mother, like ever. I wasn't able to mention her name for years, if I ever tried to I always broke down. But when I was finally ready, my father forbade me to even mention her, along with everyone in the house.

When the lady noticed that I'm not gonna say anything, she continued. "She was the best healer in town, we all miss her so much. Maybe you will follow in her footsteps?" 

"No Miss, I don't do anything like that." I take the courage and answer her.

"Hm, what a shame..." And she is already walking past us, while she's shaking her head. I'm starting to feel like that, not a word that came out of her mouth was genuine, she just wanted to kick me where it hurts the most. I don't even know who this lady was, I've never seen her in my life, at least I don't remember.

"How rude of her!" Says the talkative one next to me. I look at him, and I can see his deep brown eyes staring judgingly up and down at the woman whos disappearing in the distance.

"Wooyoung, you don't have to say everything you think out loud, you know?" Warned him the other one, San, sensing the sudden mood change.

When I regained my consciousness, I look around and noticed that the other boys were simply absorbed, I could not see them anywhere. So far they have been a couple of steps ahead of us. They must not have noticed when we stopped. Luckily Yunho is with them so nothing bad can happen, right?

The next moment was a complete blur. A pistol shot was heard very loudly. All three of us fell to the ground from the sudden noise, and people around us started screaming and panicking. I can taste the dust in my mouth, it's not something pleasant.

"Thief! Thief! Someone get him!" Someone yelled. 

San tried to help me get up from the dirt, but I didn't accept his outstretched hands. I stood up on my own and dusted off my dress.

"What the hell happened to them?" We looked to the way Wooyoung pointed at, and all we can see is all four boys rushing towards us, holding up Jongho, who can hardly stay on his feet. As I see the panic on their faces, my gaze wanders down. It's red, everything is covered in red.

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note: i'm really excited for the next chapters, oh god. it's gonna get crazy. also, we are slowly meeting new characters.

i'm soo grateful for the comments i got from the previous chapter, you are all so sweet, and you keep me motivated. i love to read all your thoughts, so don't forget to share them this time too.

[ourladyofmaplemurder]

ooh!! Cheryl of course for your unhinged character bingo please 🙏!

Explanation under the cut, as is custom. <3

Cheryl Blossom really checks all the boxes for me. Every single one.

Daddy issues. Mommy issues. Same, bro. I want her to be happy forever, but I will also torture her in fanfic because I love her and hate myself. (It's more love than self-loathing though, I promise. I just need her to fight my demons so we can both fucking heal.)

I'm putting her in a snowglobe and SHAKING IT. I am casting her in bronze and admiring her in my garden. I'm chewing on her leg.

She is the saddest, wettest cat in a cardboard box and I'M TAKING HER HOME to cherish her forever. I'm putting her in a blender and bloody is splattering everywhere.

I would take a COMET to the face for her.

When people talk shit about her (beyond reasonable criticism or outside of a funny joke) I genuinely see red. Ba dum tsssss. But also, Cheryl-haters should steer clear. I have violence in my heart about this woman.

You already KNOW I'm working on a dissertation about her to be completed later this year. It could easily be 10 hours, but I'm editing it down because I am applying for sainthood and it's my first miracle. <3

All joking aside (not really), Cheryl Blossom is one of a kind to me. She captures everything I love and hate about myself. I see so much of myself in her that I can't help but love her and I can't help but roll my eyes and laugh at her.

She's the clown in me. The woman-fucker. The firestarter. The bitch. The broken bird. The ice dancer with a plan. The witch no one believes. The madwoman and the saint. We're the mothers we never had and the fathers we flinch away from. We're unrelenting and utterly doomed. We're obsessed with ourselves in way that's deeply exhausting but utterly inevitable considering "she's just like that" and "no one listens to her". We're processing through art. We also both mellowed out over the years after a period of self-imposed isolation. We're both so tender with those we love. Neither of us know how to show it very well sometimes. We're both WAY too much.

The biggest difference is that she's high femme and I am the dyke version of Skrillex (Not intentional, but it's been said several times now). She uses fashion as her shield. I use piercings. I am both envious of her femme aesthetic and hopelessly attracted to it.

The other big difference is that she is moneyed and I grew up with nothing. Amazing how similar we are considering that. Childhood trauma really IS that powerful.

When I was in my early 20's, I suffered a drug-induced psychotic break where I genuinely believed I was a prophet sent from God to save the world. (I recovered and have since learned that maybe my proclivity for madness, drama, and drugs should no longer mix.) But god damn it, I understood exactly when she suggested that even though she probably wasn't a living saint, wouldn't that be miraculous?

When I was a kid, my "proverbial" twin died suddenly and I have carried the weight of his death ever since. We live two lives. Our own and the expected one of the dead other. Twice the pressure and, shockingly, twice the disappointment, but never twice the love. (Not a literal twin, but one of a pair.)

If she were real, we would fuck each other to death and leave nothing but a pile of ash.

[gemaydin]

blog entry 1.11.22

I came home so late last night that they shut the building door on the inside and I had to wait outside for 5-10 min. for my brother to come and open the door. So I am doing the entry in the morning.

I went to my doctor's appointment

I always do it once a month to get my antidepressants and ADHD pills. I truly care about my mental health is stable at least, so this is a big monthly routine for me. After that, I went to school since I always go to university early in Tuesdays to just sit and read.

I like to walk a lot. I would say I am a pretty good walker. Call me an aesthetic bitch but I truly love to put my headphones on, put on some music and just walk around anywhere. I don't like to go out a lot but whenever I do, I walk for at least 30 min. to keep my head better. I hate it when people say 'oh, walk a lot if you have x problem' but it truly helps me with my depression, anxiety, and specially POTS. Cannot walk without having water near me, though. That is a very important thing. If you have POTS, do yourself a favor and get a big water bottle to carry with you everywhere.

If you ask yourself; "where do buses go when they are resting?" I can show you where that is in Istanbul. I sat at the first station and was the first person and the only person for the first 3 stations on the bus. It is always a special moment when you are the only one in a big transportation vehicle. I could have a private driver yet nothing would give me the joy that is to be the only one in a big transportation vehicle.

I couldn't do lots of reading at university since it was club week. Did my queer duty to sign up for the queer club. I looked into other clubs and then ended the club line. I was doing a sneaky stop for a few minutes and then turn around to go somewhere else when my friend saw me and invited me to hang around the student activists group.

This organization was built because my school is a private school and the owners are trying to make it a money machine instead of a learning facility. We don't even have a cafeteria. They had a protest last Thursday -I wanted to go but was working in the family business. They are pretty chill and sweet people as all students who want to get comfortable and accessible school standards. They also make great soup! 12/10 soup, would recommend it!

If you are at Istanbul Bilgi University, you can go and check their table. Walk forward from the clubs and then a bit further than BLAB and you'll see. They're called Bilgili Susmuyor and have an Instagram page also.

Went to my gender and law course

In this course, we talked about matriarchy and discussed whether it happened or not. It was a great talk because it was mostly based on mythology and I love mythology. This course is my time to shine and be a nerd as much as I want and shine while doing it. I talked as much as the professor and the classmates not feeling annoyed about it is amazing!

Talked a lot about neurodivergency!

One thing you should know about me is that I love to teach and learn from people. The best discussions are always when you both learn great things and most importantly insight from each other. Especially in countries like mine, it is even harder to find a doctor that knows DSM-5, let alone use it. Most of them were learned from DSM-3 and now using DSM-4. When you are doing good by society's standards, they don't see your struggles as real and when you are doing bad by society's standards, they are trying to eliminate your neurodivergency instead of teaching you how to cope and heal. I keep spreading the information I know to people around me, seeing their understanding, and teaching them the intersectionality of neurodivergency and social norms. If you are someone like me and sometimes doubt if it is helpful, IT IS. Just yesterday, I taught my friend about it and they learned that they are neurodivergent. They are now seeking medical/psychological help for it. You do not need to change the masses, just one person feeling better than before helps.

[frizzle-tales]

Something was off about tonight.

Taehyung was always home by 4, or 5 pm latest, with a slight hue of the afternoon shimmering through the windows but now… it was pitch black.

Was he working till late? Jiyeon sat up, glancing around the room but not quite sure what she was looking for exactly.

She felt something was wrong, but she couldn’t point out what.

Then, the sound of tires on gravel caught her attention. The front door opening, and shutting, footsteps coming towards their bedroom.

This wasn’t Taehyung; she knew. His car didn’t sound like that, and he always placed his keys in its spot before taking off his coat and shoes, before going upstairs.

Shit, she had to hide, do someth—

The door opened, and a voice sounded: “Finally allowed to sleep in the bed, hm?”

Namjoon. Wait, Namjoon? But why…

“Where’s taehyung?”

"Not even a hello? How impolite." Namjoon left it at that as he directed Jiyeon out of the room.

Jiyeon, with little option, stumbled forward when Namjoon tugged onto the chain and moved forward. 

This was a test, right? Taehyung would be downstairs, snickering that it was all a test or a twisted joke. But as they went down the stairs and Jiyeon noticed that Taehyung’s shoes weren’t in the hallway, nor that his keys were in the spot he always put them, and furthermore, the front door was wide open, it dwelled on Jiyeon that this wasn’t a joke and that Namjoon was trying to take her.

“No!” She stopped. “I’m not going with you! Let me go!” She panicked, grabbing onto whatever she could. The banister, a picture frame, the doorpost.

But it was of no use, Namjoon simply chuckled, before pulling her with a swift movement, and no matter how hard Jiyeon fought; kicked, hit, scratched, threw herself onto the ground— Namjoon was stronger than her, and simply swept her off her feet, picking her up and carrying her outside.

There, he threw her into the trunk and drove off.

—

By the time they arrived, Jiyeon was exhausted; the frantic cries only stopping when the car parked in an unknown place for her.

The lid of the trunk was opened, and Jiyeon was dragged out and onto the cold pavement.

“Let me go…” She was weak, she didn’t have the strength anymore to fight, and she wasn’t going to.

“Shut up, or I will make you shut up.” Namjoon threatened. “How whiny, I am not sure why Taehyung insists on keeping you around if this is how you act.”

Taehyung…

“Where is—“

The creak of wheels caught her attention and she looked to her side, coming face to face with terror stricken eyes that stared at nothing, and as Jiyeon’s eyes traveled down, her heart struck against her chest as her palms got sweaty and her chest tightened. The woman was cut open— as if she was a mere pig in a slaughter house.

“Ugh, such a big batch of ugly bitches, this catch was shitty.” A voice sounded, the man crossed his arms as he watched the others wheel in the unconscious women. “Atleast they’re still good for something.” He chuckled.

“Yeah.” The other man snickered in response, eyeing a woman rolling by. “Like that one? Only good enough for her organs and nothing more.” At the sight of Namjoon, they bowed, noticing the girl with him but not giving her more than a glance, not wanting to provoke their boss.

She couldn’t do this. This was too much. Her mind was racing and she was trying her hardest not to faint.

She couldn’t look.

But she couldn’t help it.

The women were wheeled by. Some dead, some unconscious, and some crying as they pleaded not to be brought in.

This couldn’t be real. This was a nightmare, all a nightmare.

Namjoon pulled Jiyeon along, walking inside of the building that smelled of antiseptic, and the closer they got, the clearer the cries, pleas, and begging got.

It was all real.

It was brief, but they walked past a room with the door wide open and when they did, she witnessed a gruesome scene; a man in scrubs, operating on a young girl, blood oozing everywhere as the girl was unconscious.

It was real.

And so were the bodies stacked in the next room over, and the smell of death.

All real.

Her knees felt weak and the world was spinning around her.

She was going to be sick.

“No, no, not my baby, please, please!” A woman’s voice sounded, and when Jiyeon looked at the direction where it came from, she spotted a woman, desperately trying to get up but unable to, a few feet away from her was a man who held a baby, handing it over to someone else, before turning to the woman and putting a gun to her head, shooting her without a blink.

What kind of place was this?

Her knees gave out and her breath hitched, as she collapsed onto the floor, her head spinning and her chest hurting. Her vision became blurry, and the room spun around her as her ears rang.

“No.. no.. want to go home, I’ll be good, please, I’ll listen, don’t want to see this…” She sobbed with shaky breath. Why was she here? What did she do wrong for Taehyung to send her to this place? Jiyeon didn’t understand what she had done to deserve this cruel punishment— for Taehyung to pretend nothing was wrong this morning while he planned for such a vile punishment behind her back. Was she in the wrong for trusting him? No matter how many times she’d skip back to the past few days, she couldn’t possibly think of anything that would warrant this treatment.

“Where’s Taehyung? I’m… I’m scared, please Namjoon for once, please let me go…” she didn’t want any of this— all she wanted was for Taehyung to burst in and tell Namjoon this was all a misunderstanding or that she learned her lesson, but he never came.

[🎙️]

As Jiyeon’s knees hit the floor, a man standing near the sideline stepped in to pull her up, only to stop at a sign from Namjoon.

“Oh, Jiyeon.” The sound of his shoes hit the floor with every step he took. “Haven’t you learned by now who you can beg to?” His voice was ice, unsympathetic to her tears, her obvious fear. “Do you think I feel sorry for you?”

And, the man simply left it at that. His hand latching to her arm, pulling her up and dragging her a few more feet, to the the room she’d be residing for her stay.

Of course he knew it was fucked up to do. Maybe that wasn’t even strong enough to describe it. Not answer her questions or fill her in on what was going on. Allow her to believe Taehyung abandoned her, gave her to his underground business.

Jiyeon could sit there and stew, wonder what happened with her dear precious kidnapper.

While he helped his friend get out of the mess she made.

—

“Hey.” A voice whistled. “What are you in here for, pretty boy?”

Taehyung opened one eye, glancing to the holding cell beside his. A prisoner grasped onto bars, staring straight at him. Although, he simply closed his eyes again, relaxing back into the brick wall.

“Ahh, fuck you! Pretentious bastard. Pussy bitch!—”

The man’s voice easily faded to the background. Along with all the phones ringing and muffled scatter.

“Do you recognize any of these women?” Right after he was dragged into the police station, they led him straight into an interview room, a detective there already waiting. “I believe you and I both know you’re not innocent.”

“Do you know that?” Taehyung simply replied, watching as photographs were laid out on the table in front of him. Of course, he recognized every photo placed down. Some faces blurred into one another, but who wouldn’t? After the amount of insufferable women he dealt with. “I don’t recognize anyone.”

“No one?” Detective Choi countered. “Not even her?” He placed down another photo. Jiyeon’s smiling face stared back at him. “She’s been missing for months, believed to be dead. I, however, think she’s very much alive.”

His eyes lingered a touch too long on the photo — despite it being one he’d already seen on his own hunt down her social media.

It had been so many hours since he’d last gotten to see her..

“Her grandparents are worried sick. All they want is their granddaughter back.”

Well, wasn’t that just a shame. As long as he was alive, free, they will never see her again.

“If you confess now, tell us where she is, there will be no more suffering.”

She simply doesn’t belong to them anymore.

No, Jiyeon belonged to him. Rightfully so. Countless hours he spent training her, morphing her into the perfect partner to stay by his side.

He wasn’t letting that go now. Not after this far.

“I’m sorry, detective.” Taehyung finally pulled his eyes away from the photo, staring directly into the detective across from him. “I wish I could help you, but I’ve never seen that girl a day in my life. I can only offer you by best gues

With his eyes closed, he could see her. The dumb little bird that got him into this trouble. And yet, the person he was yearning for.

A burn developing under his skin, one only she could smother out.

The last time they saw each other played in his thoughts like a grainy movie. The previous night, how she slept beside him and it felt right. Like the spot was meant for her all along.

A puzzle piece perfectly fitting into place.

And she listened so well, staying still if he ran his hand up the side. Not making a sound against it, even if his lips pressed against her skin —

“Would you like some water?” A now all to familiar voice called out.

Taehyung peeled his eyes open once again, glancing at Detective Choi on the other side of the holding cell door.

“I’m fine.” The killer rejected. How dumb did they think he was? “Thank you.” As if he was going to simply hand them his DNA on a silver platter.

No, they’ll have to try harder — work harder — to make that happen.

“I’m not sure if you understand just how long you’ll be staying here, Taehyung.” Cho took a step back. “Start making yourself comfortable.”

Instead of giving him the reaction the detective so obviously was craving, the man cocked his head to the side. “Don’t I get a phone call?”

A moment of silence passed before Detective Cho nodded. “One.”

Now, admitting he was wrong was never Taehyung’s strong suits. Being incorrect was the same as being stupid, and that he never was.

But for once, he wasn’t right.

He wasn’t going to be out of here in just a single night.

—

“How are you doing?” Namjoon spoke lowly, keeping his voice from potentially being recognized on the call.

“Fine, I’m fine.” Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, leaning up against the wall near the phone. “Did you call her?”

The last thing he wanted was to involve his family, drag Hayoung into this, but as the first day came and went. The same cycle of never ending interrogations — he didn’t see much of an option.

“Not yet. Would you like me to?”

“Yes.” The killer let out a sigh. He didn’t have many minutes left, but hearing friendly familiar voice felt like welcoming music after being surrounded by drunken idiots for so long.

“It shouldn’t be much longer.” Namjoon vaguely spoke up, knowing his friend already knew what he was referring to; his unwanted stay shouldn’t be much longer.

Taehyung nodded, despite the other end being unable to see. “And how is she?”

“She’s been behaving so far.” A grin rose in Namjoon’s voice. “I’m about to feed her again, we’ll see if she eats.”

To anyone listening in, it seemed like they were talking about a pet. Maybe a cat or a dog who simply missed their owner while under the care of a friend.

“Poor thing, seems like she’s missing you.”

Missing him?

Finally, a grin spread on Taehyung’s lips, pulling at the corners. “I’ll come get her soon.”

It wouldn’t be much longer.

The time they have to hold him without evidence was dwindling. If they couldn’t pin him with something fast, he’ll be a free man.

Free to see his sweetheart again, his sweet little bird.