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tastesousweet · 2 months

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (vii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : a little weed sure eases theses two up.

warnings : implications of sex & use of weed

mickey speaks : sorry this took a while to get out friends, hope u love it. also lowkey self inserting w the hawaii trip :P

THIS IS PART SEVEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST!!!

“OH, he’s obsessed!” andrea exclaims across the table, a wide smile smothered over her face.

it didn’t take long for asha to call you and begin debriefing her month-long europe trip to you, only for you to cut her short (because matt began knocking on the door, complaining about how long you’d taken to piss) and ask her to finish her tell-all over lunch. she of course agreed and texted you the location of her favorite ramen place along with: “tell your roomie andrea that she can come with i wanna see u bothhhh!”

she’s spent the last half hour detailing the total princess treatment she’d experienced from a guy she met at her stop in london. “yeah, too bad i won’t see him again,” she pouts.

“you didn’t get his phone number that entire time?” you ask, fiddling with the chopsticks in your hand.

“oh of course i did, i just won’t be using it,” asha laughs and tucks a piece of her dark curled hair behind her ear. “it was nice while it lasted but i’m definitely not trying to deal with the hassle that comes with dating anyone right now,” she shrugs.

“you’re so bad!” andrea shakes her head and giggles, "but you know what, i get it."

asha hides her laugh by guiding noodles towards her mouth.

your phone buzzes softly against the counter and lights up, showing off a new text message from your mom, but more importantly your lock screen wallpaper displaying a sleepy figaro on your chest.

asha squeals through her chews as you pick up your phone to decide whether you’ll confront or procrastinate the text message (that will most likely sour your mood). andrea’s eyes widen at the girl as asha finishes up and starts to explain, “who’s cat is that?!” her acrylic nail taps against the table.

“oh, it’s ours,” you peer over your phone, deciding you’d rather not answer your mom’s text (she's asking how degree-related job searching has been, again).

“what?!”

“oh yes, he's my babyyy,” andrea coos while unlocking her phone to show off the many photos, “his name is figaro-.”

asha swipes through the phone in awe, “and when the fuck did this happen?”

“like a few weeks ago, i wanna say…” you turn to look at andrea while trying to remember.

“i’m coming over way more now. oh my god.” she gushes over the many photos of the playful black kitten before returning andrea’s phone.

“please do, it felt like you were gone for so long.” you whine out the beg before taking another sip of the warm broth.

asha sighs (in a way that causes her lips to flutter a little), “i know, i miss hanging out with my friends!”

“and we miss you! your ass is always traveling somewhere we have to soak up all your LA time while we can,” you joke.

the two laugh along with you, “i think i’ll be here for a while…not until like, my birthday.” asha thinks through her schedule and her mouth widens at the thought of her birthday, “oh my god! i forgot to tell you- mostly because it’s kinda far out? so, the past four years i’ve hosted trips for my birthday in late november... and i want you two to come this year!”

your eyes widen in excitement and your mouth is full of noodles, keeping you from letting out the loud 'yes' you wanted to. so andrea answers for the both of you, “well of course, we’ll come!”

asha’s face can’t possibly be stretched further with happiness as she celebrates, “yay, this’ll be so fun! you’ll get to meet some of my girlfriends and f’course the boys will be there so you’ll know a few people already!”

“and where are we going?” you ask with big, curious eyes.

“hawaii!"

౨ৎ

a distinct berry shade drips over the room in full swoops as the leaving sun peeks through matt's curtains ever so gently. your lips are now almost the same shade of the woven fabric, especially after enduring matt's undying and bitter kisses.

you hear him breathe a soft laugh, finding your body's limp, laid-out position to be straight out of an erotic femme painting: right leg and arm stretched above and below you, left arm above your waist to cradle your tits, and left leg bent and falling over the opposing leg.

you turn your head when you recognize his return, whispering, "hey."

matt’s bed dips accordingly when he lowers himself next to you, fixated on your still-exposed silhouette that hosts a few deep hickeys (he’s recently taken a liking to giving you them, his ego gains a small ignition at the thought of him placing them only where he gets to see), rather than your observant eyes.

he finds one he’d kissed into the skin under your printed hello kitty, leaning closer to lick and suckle at it more. you squirm and push his head away with a whine of his name.

he chuckles and moves his hair from his face, “put some fuckin’ clothes on then.” he lays your sweatshirt and panties, he gathered on his way back to you, against your chest.

you lift yourself easily, though a sleepy yawn still makes its way to you as you fit into the hoodie. matt shifts himself to slouch against his headboard. you finish your redressing before moving yourself higher on his bed as well.

matt thinks your phone screen is severely bright and headache-inducing but he doesn't complain as he normally would, instead he's more focused on balancing his joint-rolling necessities atop his wife beater clad torso.

you pay no attention to him as you exchange texts with remi:

REMI - 6:43 PM

OMFG

REMI

this guy im friends w thinks i should set you up on a blind date with a guy he knows :D

REMI

HE JUST SHOWED ME A PIC AND ... fuck

REMI

PLS SAY YOULL DO IT

REMI

u deserve a nice date night

Y/N - 8:36 PM

hi WHATTT

Y/N

idk rem😭😭

REMI

ABOUT TIME U RESPONDED HELLO

REMI

rlly you dont wanna??

Y/N

ill have to think about it

you sigh while turning off your phone, moving your body to better face matt, who's hands work to add the potent plant into his detailed silver grinder. there's obviously no need for you to stay in his bed or hang around for any longer, but as of late you both aren't necessarily itching to kick the other out as soon as clothes are back on.

"i wanna learn," you declare as you sit up more, looking down at his slouched figure.

"to roll?" he asks pausing his smooth routine and licking over his lips expectantly.

"yeah," you move your hoodie’s long sleeve cuffs away from the lower half of your palm, showing him your dedication and anticipation.

matt smirks and continues to zip the plastic bag once more, shaking his head.

"what? why not, matt?" you pout.

“because i’m already good at it,” he shrugs, “you can smoke with me but you don’t have to be the one to roll.”

“‘kay, whatever. i’ll just get someone else to teach me then, like chris or lucas or somethin’” stretching as you collapse back onto his bed and bury your face in the crook of your arm. when matt does nothing to pull you out of your dramatic fit, you decide to mess with him further, grabbing his phone from its place near his thigh and rolling over so that you lie on the plush of your stomach.

you pretend to type (actually just tapping against his uncharacteristically soft lockscreen, displaying a vintage looking photo of a woman you’d only assume to be his mother) then putting the phone up to your ear, mimicking the ring with a burring noise in your throat. “hey lucas! yeah it's me, matt never gave me your number! i know. that is really selfish and unfair!” you nod along while staring at matt who thinks you look and sound so stupid that it’s kind of cute.

you twirl your hair and bite your lip, really getting into character, “you're right, he is the worst. he won’t even let me roll up with him! but that’s fine, i think i may just need someone more skilled and sexy like you to hel-”

matt taps your barely covered ass harder than he intends to, shocking you in the best way. “alright, stop fuckin’ around and pay attention ‘cause i’m not repeating myself,” he softly demands, gesturing you to sit up with his fingers.

"ow!" you rub at the spot and roll your eyes in faux irritation, fighting the urge to smile now that you've successfully recaptured matt's attention and can still feel the heat of his hand on your ass. you try to give yourself grace in moments like this but you can't help but reflect and feel a bit pathetic when having a crush on someone like matt.

matt, who would never take a relationship further than casual sex and unserious after-sex smoke sessions, especially not with you.

"shh. come here, bruh" he hushes you and you obey, shifting to sit next to him, reflecting his bent position. "'kay," he hands you the grinder, mumbling, "take a look," as he grabs one of the natural hemp rolling papers and places the packaging on his nightstand.

you open the silver lid gently, eyes widening slightly and impressed with the dollops of finely crushed weed laying in the container. "how much do you use?"

"all of it," your head practically snaps over to look at him and he sighs, "y/n, it's like half a gram."

you fight the urge to dip your index finger in the crowd of weed and move it around, "still looks like kind of a lot."

"well, it's not," he shakes his head and adjusts his shoulders. "now you're gonna take some in your fingers and place it in this paper," he taps your distracted arm with his hand to bring your attention to the rolling paper he has curled slightly around his thumb. as you begin to take a hold of some of the substance he warns, "and don't do too much at once- i don't need you spillin' any on us or my bed."

"you're such a diva," you huff and softly sprinkle the weed into the wrapper he's holding.

once it's full enough matt shows you how his fingers guide the paper and fold it into its proper joint shape. he moves his hand towards your mouth, "now you gotta lick and seal it." you inch closer, hesitantly peeking your tongue out just a little to lick at the small flap. "okay, you need more than that baby-ass lick. but don't over-do the spit 'cause that'll fuck it up too," he eyes your mouth when you expose more of your tongue, successfully sealing the joint (with matt's guidance).

he finishes off the end of the joint before presenting it to you, "voilà," matt fiddles with the joint in front of your face before you boldly grab it from his hands.

you immediately encourage him with a wave of your fingers, "gimme that lighter, please."

he's slightly impressed with your sudden confidence and adjusts himself (removing the remaining items from his lower stomach, including the lighter you ask for) and reaches over to light it for you.

matt's lip falls between his teeth due to natural anticipation. the sharp, orange hue sparks to life and you gain a shyness as he approaches the joint in your mouth with it. suddenly your fingers take it away from your mouth as you whisper, "wait, matt."

matt dramatically throws his arm down, "yeah?"

"i don't actually know how to do this," a smile spreads across your face when you see matt's mouth slightly ajar and eyes disengaged.

"seriously? you started talkin' like you've at least smoked a couple times."

you hold a laugh in, "well like, i wanna try it. you just have to tell me what to do..."

"inhale the shit," matt gestures his hands, "hold in your lungs, blow it out. it's simple as fuck," he points to your hand holding the joint, "let's see it."

you deadpan, "you're so unhelpful," you shake your head and place it back in your mouth, "just light me up."

he rolls his eyes as his hand moves back up to you, you lean into the flame and immediately inhale as it comes to life in your mouth.

matt just smirks from next to you, amused at your attempt. you focus on holding it in your lungs and close your eyes as you exhale. the smoke exits smoothly and surrounds your head, when you open your eyes you immediately look over to matt who laughs when he sees a cough brewing in your lungs. you push his shoulder just as you begin a small coughing fit.

he goes to grab the joint from your hand but you raise it away, finishing your cough and putting it back into your mouth to taste the odd plant flavor again.

matt's laugh is still there just died down, "who the fuck are you?! 'just light me up' and then here you go actin' like you own shit." he points a finger at you with his eyes big and playful.

you smirk sarcastically, and your eyes crinkle in the softest way, when you lean closer to him in response, blowing smoke in his face.

౨ৎ

"so why're nick and chris staying so late at the warehouse?" you ask and play with the strings of your hoodie.

matt draws lines across your inner thigh with his fingers, "it's nick's month to do inventory and chris bought some crazy wall art shit he had to finish setting up-"

"you're not gonna help them?"

"oh yeah sweetheart, i'll actually go there right now and help them out." his eyes are so dewy and red you find yourself excusing his annoying sarcasm and instead wanting to kiss him and his puffy eyelids and his flushed cheeks, especially when you're sat on top of him like this.

"still, they probably wanted you around," you explain.

"why do you care so much about shit that doesn't involve you? i left them and invited you over so you should be happy." his voice eases his delivery to not come across so harshly while his eyes squint a little.

"you're right, s'not really my place to have a take on y'all's dynamic." you shrug and feel as his hands stop running over your thighs and instead squeeze harshly as he looks in your eyes.

"mmm, thank you for telling me i'm right," he smiles and leans forward to give your jaw a kiss with his wet, pink lips, "say it again and i'll be fully hard."

"you're a dog," you laugh as he pulls away. "what'd you do today?" you whisper, ignoring the sensation that comes with him feeling up your lower half.

"guess." he blinks slowly.

"mmm... i don't know. you tattooed some people, fucked me, made fun of me, smoked..." you list off on each of your fingers.

he nods along as you list each, making different facial expressions depending on the task. "those are all definitely things i did.."

"did you eat?"

"i mean, yeah...ish." he rubs his eyes and his mouth begins to curve slightly, knowing your next sentiment well enough he could say it with you.

as if on queue, you prompt him with a question that tends to come up quite often when the two of you finish fucking, "can we get food?"

౨ৎ

the doorbell of matt's shared townhome rings through the house as the two of you giddily stand near the door, "3, 2, 1.." you count through giggles before opening the door and facing the young man dressed head to toe in papa johns gear.

"oh. my. god!" you exclaim in a ridiculous country accent, "baby come here, they sent a man to sell us insurance or somethin'!" you call out and pinch your eyebrows.

before the man can get a word in matt comes into frame, cowboy hat in tow and his mocking accent deeper yet identical to your own, "now who 'den sent you here to harass my woman? huh?" he holds a tooth pick in his mouth and squints his eyes. "and how much would i owe to have whatever you got in them boxes, son?" he points and you try not to laugh from behind him.

"uh, it's just a pizza delivery that was ordered to this address, sir..." he looks around, checking the numbers displayed next to the door once more.

you peek your head back in, "you know what, charles, it was probably little john, you know he's always orderin' that amy-zun and what not from that tablet!"

"mmm..." matt pretends to think and not laugh as he holds onto a fake belt around his black sweatpants, "my lady's right," he cracks a smile, "you know how the kids get," he tuts and gestures to the man again while pulling out his wallet, "i owe you?"

"only $12.57."

"right," matt grabs a few bills and whistles, "wife, come grab this box for little john would you?" he hands the money over as you reach for the pizza box, "keep the change, boy." he tilts his hat in dismissal and as soon as the door is shut matt's falling to the floor with laughter as you laugh and place the pizza box down, screaming about how close you are to pissing yourself.

౨ৎ

"asha told me about her birthday trip in november," you say, licking your lips of excess pizza sauce.

matt nods and swallows to respond while wiping his mouth, "yeah she does that shit every year."

you adjust yourself on the bed and grab another slice of the cheese pizza in between you two. "it sounds fun, i'm excited," you say before taking a bite.

"yeah, it's usually fun. usually." he laughs.

"meaning?"

"last year in mexico nick almost fist fought asha's boyfriend because he was bein' shitty to her on her birthday. it was a fuckin' brawl everyday of that trip, i swear."

"damn."

"yeah. but don't trip, asha's not letting anything ruin her birthday this time, she loves herself too much to do that." he rolls his eyes in endearment towards his friend.

"well, how about you? your birthday's next weekend.."

matt shakes his head and looks to the side for a moment, "we always struggle to figure out what we're doing for our birthday. the three of us wanna spend that time together but chris wants a party, nick wants a small get together with games, and i'd want a lowkey dinner or something."

"you could always do all of the ideas but on different days."

"that drags it too much, we'll most likely host a party like we did last year, chris will probably nag us enough to make us give up." matt shrugs and takes a bite of his slice.

"well, i'll be at whatever you decide to do," you smile.

"oh will you now?" his eyebrows lift for just a moment in humor.

"well duh."

"and who's inviting you? cause it won't be me," he smiles and stuffs his mouth again right as you push his shoulder and laugh off his bad joke.

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compassionatereminders · 2 months

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Hi! I wanted to answer the anon who was asking about what ADHD meds do & don’t help with as someone who was late-diagnosed and started meds this year. However, the effect of ADHD meds and even experience of ADHD itself varies heavily from person to person, so do keep that in mind!

DO:

- Actually hearing and retaining what people are saying. I was never able to fully experience a college lecture without panic because of only hearing bits and bobs of the lecture, going in one ear and out the other. I can truly focus and actually respond to what people are saying in a single line of thought without desperately trying to stimulate myself as much as possible to maybe get 1/2 of the detail to stick in my brain.

- Time blindness!! At first starting meds it felt like the day went for 500 years. I felt so much slower and mentally calmer, and I was able to complete “simple” tasks in under 15-20 minutes that could normally take me up to 3 hours due to distractions.

- Memory! Off my meds I have an enormously hard time remembering anything I’m trying to accomplish. I bounce from task to task without ever finishing it. On meds I’m able to think “I need to do laundry” and I just. Do the fucking laundry. It’s magical and I’ve cried more than once thinking about how much I’ve spent my life thinking I’m stupid or lazy for not being able to “just do the thing” like everyone else.

- Shutting down/fearful procrastination— I would be stuck doing nothing for days and days because I would want to do a task so badly but overly think about it and essentially paralyze myself in the decision making/getting started process. When I’m on my meds I can just do the fucking thing! Even if I don’t really feel like it! When before I practically had to have the exact perfect circumstance and could never create them, I can just plop myself somewhere and do the fucking thing. Just like I’ve been told all my life— “Even if you don’t want to, do it anyways” except now I have the actual ability to do that like everyone else. Before it was like everyone else was telling me to turn on a light, but I had no switch.

DON’T:

- Help with hyperfixation. Sometimes I can fixate even worse when I’m on my meds, just because my mind is so single stream that I’m able to do things for even more excessive periods. I burn myself out accidentally a lot quicker if I don’t provide myself with manual distractions to take breaks from daily/academic tasks.

- Immediately fix you. It was hard to start meds because I had to unlearn a lot of habits I had developed to cope with my undiagnosed ADHD— such as constantly moving, stimulating myself, having candy, etc. Just because the day became longer didn’t mean my time management became awesome either. I’m still working on tools that help ADHD with my meds!

- Not really a don’t but more so an unexpected side effect was becoming very intensely angry or upset when the medicine wears off. I struggle with emotional dysfunction already but the anger was so severe and I didn’t know that ADHD meds wearing off can cause that.

- Work 100% all of the time. Some days things like stress, poor sleep, poor diet, etc, can alter the way the same dose of meds works for you. Especially if you are nicotine dependent or a regular caffeine consumer, the way your meds work can change on a day by day basis. Some days I feel like the meds aren’t working at all, but more often than not there’s still a difference between myself being unmedicated and medicated.

- Instantly make you better at studying/task completion. Apparently having ADHD for years made me so extremely avoidant of many things that I just don’t have the skill set to do them well yet. Like studying, for example. I still struggle with extreme perfectionism that impedes me outside of ADHD paralysis.

- I’m gonna say it twice but they DONT FIX YOU ON THEIR OWN. Yes, they make your life fucking way better than before especially if you’re an adult with undiagnosed ADHD, but you have to learn how to use tools and learn skills to support yourself for the medication to help you to the max capability! I will definitely say that being on meds helped overhaul my mindset when I’m off meds and improved my perception of myself, but again, the meds can only get me so far!

I hope this helped anon!!!

Thank you for taking the time to share this! I hope anon sees it 💕

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xxnomadsxx · 3 months

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Nomads AU! that before timeline I’ve been procrastinating but now I have to finish…Sorry

Once all the bros (plus Poppy) get on Rhonda Branch immediately regrets coming along. His brothers immediately try to get to know him, which starts out wrong as they ask him a bunch of very personal questions but over the trip he starts to actually get along with his brothers (he could do without the babying) but he starts to relight that hope of getting his brothers back as he and them are getting along!(finally)..until he finds out how Floyd is trapped

He didn’t actually hear the plan on how to save Floyd, all he heard was “Floyd in danger” but now he has to sing?!?! He quickly denies singing and says he will get Floyd out of there and they can sing and save him. The bros are shocked why is Bitty B acting like this he loves to sing. Poppy makes the situation worse because she keeps questioning him on it and why he is grey (and lowkey kinda insulting him) She then says stuff like “your a pop troll you have to sing it’s who you are!!” or “why are you being so grey about this come on can’t you just try and be happy.” The bros don’t interfere in the two fighting as they are talking amongst themselves on what they would do since Branch isn’t going to sing…Eventually they decide “Hey if we practice as a family I bet bitty b will realize how good it is to sing as a family again” then John breaks out the Brozone stuff they get there band gear together…John immediately tries to have Branch wear a diaper and Branch threatens to hit him (yea not the best move Johnny) so the band tries to practice but Branch just sorta sits to the side. Then John stops the song and gets on everyone’s case then complains that branch needs to start singing which Branch denies (this looks bad but to be fair he hasn’t sung in years because of his grandma and him thinking his singing is the reason the band broke up he doesn’t want anyone to leave because of it) Then Clay would speak up call John bossy blah blah blah say branch is scarier and taller now blah blah licensed cpa blah blah then the argument ends with the brothers saying “after we rescue Floyd we go our separate ways” this absolutely smothered whatever hope he had at the brothers coming back in his life. I mean they had the audacity to beg him to perform with them then once he thinks they can be a family again they want to…. TO ABANDON HIM AGAIN!!???!!!?!!! He absolutely loses it on them (rightfully so) they left him and didn’t come back, they left him to die ,they left grandma to die by the very thing he hates, they left him to be outcasted to be forced to fight to SURVIVE every single day, to be scared of EVERYTHING to lead a village to make acts he’s ashamed of… them leaving CAUSED EVERYTHING..when he tells them what he went through that he’s “sorry” he wants his family back the only family he had left and that he honestly whishes they just never showed up on his doorstep, that they should just pretend he is dead like they’ve done for 20 years so he can leave there lives completely…

Branch leaves the bus to get promptly chased down by Poppy (who currently got slapped in the face of reality and how bad Branch’s life is, and currently is having her world shattered that he LIVED IN THE VILLAGE!! And no ever talked about him how he and his suffering was forgotten and ignored by EVERYONE!!) she chases him down asking him if he is ok and Ned’s to talk about it (she’s learning!!!!) Branch immediately tells her to leave just like everyone else has in the past.. and Poppy was surprised by his answer. She said she wouldn’t leave him that she needs to make this right for what her people did and that he needs help to get Floyd. Branch (reluctantly) agrees with her and they go to save Floyd

After they did a bunch of cool breakin stuff they would get to the dressing room lo and behold Floyd!! immediately Branch goes down to greet his brother …….who didn’t recognize him (to be fair Branch looks completely deranged and wildly different) at this point I wouldn’t blame the guy if he just started crying, I mean I would. Poppy trying to fix the situation would tell Floyd it was Branch (who currently look distraught and reeeelllyyy sad) Floyd was shocked to say the least and quickly tried to push down his many MANY burning questions as he tried to hug his brother through the wall separating them, Branch does hug back! but then Velvet and Veneer come in and quickly break up the moment as Branch quickly tackles Poppy off the table swinging them to the vent before they where spotted.

At this point Velvet and Veneer had the brothers and were going to kill them at this rate with how much they were being used! Until- Branch came out of nowhere attacking Velvet (Branch can fight, we know he can fight why didn’t he fight during the actual fight in the movie it was basically a game of keep away!?!?) he would get the diamonds out of Velvet as Poppy and Viva get veneer (I forgot to mention viva showed up) Gristle and Bridget weren’t at the show since the whole Bergen thing hasn’t come up yet sooooo… Anyway Branch knows the only way to save his now dying brother from his diamond cage is to sing so he does for the first time in 20 years he sings so do the rest of the brothers (Branch actually feels happy for the first time in a while) He gets more vibrantly colorful as he sings feeling loved by his family(still grey just lighter) anyway harmony was harmoning and they saved Floyd..,,till he dropped to the ground and looking very translucent. The brothers go to Floyd. Branch confesses that he built the bunker just without the waterslide and Floyd woke up saying “but..how will we shower!” And day saved Booyah!!!

The timeline goes the same as whatever happens after the movie with the nomads au besides a few changes Poppy doesn’t leave Branch alone about singing (he goes immediately back on his vow of not singing) the brothers are very overprotective of Floyd (because he u know.. died!) and now Branch as well (he replaced them twice and has suffered for years because of them they feel pretty bad and try and make up for it anyway they can) Branch went back to the village and has less of a hard time leaving. Overall the rest stays the same.

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slvttyplum · 6 months

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THANKSGIVING|PART 1: SATORU GOJO

SYNOPSIS: it’s that time of the year again… the holidays, because of satoru’s incompetence, it’s back to your family’s house, but what happens when you guys get there?

CONTENTS: fluff, comfort, fem!reader, pet names—pretty much it for part one.

you put one leg in the pants, turning in the mirror to see how they look.

“so what do you think?” you ask, putting your other leg into the pants and turning around and looking at your ass. you hum, looking at the pants and doing every pose imaginable to see if you like them.

“what do i thinkkk” satoru says, dragging out every syllable.

he looks back at you, then back at the mirror, flossing his teeth.

“they’re alright.”

you sigh, rolling your eyes and taking off the pants. “i’m not talking about the pants; im talking about what you want to do.” satoru throws away his floss, walking out of the bathroom that connects the bedroom to the closet.

“about what exactly?” he says, looking through his shirts that hang flatly on his hangers. you throw the pants on the bed and enter the closet with satoru bending down and pulling out a box with clothes stacked in them.

“about thanksgiving. you wanna go to my family's, or do you have somewhere we can go?”

you already know the answer.

satoru immediately stops what he’s doing, “noooooo.”

you take out a red sweater dress, hold it up to yourself, and then put it down on the floor.

“then do you have somewhere to go?”

satoru takes out a light blue button up walking out of the closet. he hums in response to what you’re saying, but not an actual response. he’s been holding off going to your parents house for months, promising that he was going to find somewhere y’all could go.

you bend down looking for shoes and pull out a pair of black, thick-heeled boots covered with black knitted leg warmers.

the red sweater wasn’t it, so you continued looking for something to wear.

“i already told my parents we were coming.” you say, standing up, looking through the hanger of clothes on the opposite side of the closet from satoru’s. satoru immediately turns his head and walks towards you, flailing his arms. “what?!”

he storms into the closet, pouting with his hands by his sides, and his mouth frowns up like a little kid. you turn to face him, then back to the clothes. you move each hanger one by one, looking for something you truly like.

“satoru let’s be real... It’s been months; i’ve literally given you months. nanami is out of town; shoko is going with Utahaine; who else is there?”

satoru holds his head up, thinking, letting out a drawn-out “uhhhh.”

he crosses his arms against his chest. “megumi?” you roll your eyes, pulling out a mid-length black dress with two finger-width straps.

“oh my god, I forgot about this dress.” satoru rolls his eyes, storming out of the closet.

“come onnnn, why can’t we just do something by ourselves?”

he takes off his t-shirt and lifts up the blue shirt, holding it up to himself.

you walk into the shared bedroom, placing the dress on the bed and sliding off your shirt.

“cause i told you to have our plans ready. plus i want to see my family.”

satoru places one hand in the shirt, scrunching his face in annoyance. “what? then what would you have done if i did find somewhere we could go?" you look up at him, furrowing your eyebrow. “now you know damn well, that’s not what i mean; you’re the king of procrastination.”

you pick up the dress and slip it on with ease. wow, it still fits you thought to yourself.

satoru starts buttoning up his shirt and pouting again; he hates going to your parents house. they didn’t like him, and he knew it. they threw slight jabs at him, looked at him weirdly, and whispered to each other about him. overall, it wasn’t a comfortable experience for him.

this year was super busy: missions here, missions there, megumi needing extra training, itadori and nobara coming, the higher-ups on his neck. if it had anything pertaining to you, he was down to do it, but man, did your parents give him the heebie jeebies.

he sighed loudly and put on a fake smile. "fine,fine fine, fine.”

you walk back into the closet, giving a silent thumbs up. you take a dark brown leather jacket off the hanger and pick up the shoes from earlier.

you walk back out, eyeing him down. he had on black pants and that washed-out blue shirt that he wore EVERYWHERE.

“do you not want to wear anything else? what about that shirt i bought you?"

satoru tucks his shirt in his pants, looking down. “eh? what’s wrong with it?”

you walk towards the full-body mirror, putting on the leather jacket. “you just wear that all the time when you’re not working.” he squints his eyes and looks back down at his shirt. “is this supposed to be a nice way to say wear something else?”

you shrug your shoulders, turning your body, still looking at yourself in the mirror. “take it how you want; you have a nice body; wear what you want.”

well she ain’t lying…

satoru walked into the closet, looking through all his pieces. he liked to keep his outfits basic and lowkey, but now that it was an event, sorta speak, he had a reason to dress up. he pulled out a black turtleneck and a black-washed blazer. walking out of the closet, you stood still, twisting and turning in the mirror.

“are you done? i need that," he says, unbuttoning his shirt.

you turn around laughing and say, “oh the mirror, yeah, go ahead.”

he slips the shirt over his head as you walk towards him. you pull it down for him and rub it down so it won’t be wrinkled.

“thank you, baby.” satoru says, walking to the mirror, his pants were already somewhat matched, so he was going to keep them like that. the shirt hugged his body like a warm blanket on a cold, snowy day.

his big torso popping out and the bottom half of his shirt hugging his waist.

“what do you think?”

you’re bent down, putting on your shoes, and you look over at him. you can see him through the mirror, and you smile at each other.

“belt?”

satoru looks at his pants in the mirror, nodding. he walks into the closet, grabbing a belt as you continue to put on your shoes. he walks back out, looping his belt in, and looks at himself in the mirror. you get up and look at him again.

“mmm i don’t know; the double “g” just looks tacky.”

satoru sighs loudly, flailing his hands and slapping them down on his thighs.

you wave your hands, dismissing him, not feeling like going back and forth. “do what you want; let’s go.”

you were walking out the door before satoru grabbed your arm. "wait, wait, wait i need to put something over my eyes and do my hair.” you jerked back, grabbing the door for support. you looked at him up and down and at yourself.

“how about i drive and you get yourself together? cause i’m hungry.”

satoru nodded, going back into the closet with his glasses and blindfold case. as he finds what to wear over his eyes, you walk downstairs to grab the keys.

your hair and makeup were already done how you liked them. you grabbed the keys off the counter and headed to the car, and right when you stepped out the door, satoru was there behind you.

that was fast.

you feel his hand creep around your waist, his face crooked in your neck, and his cologne was creeping in your nose. your favorite.

“i love you so much.” he says, securing his arm around you tightly, you felt so safe in his embrace, like a warm winter day. you take your hand, squeezing his arm and nodding, “i love you.” he kisses your neck repeatedly.

“let’s go," he says as he moves his other hand towards yours with the keys in them.

you both walk to the car and get in; he’s wearing his rectangular glasses, your favorite.

“im glad you didn’t wear a blindfold; you look good with glasses.” you say, putting on your seatbelt. he adjusts in his seat, putting his hand on your thigh. “thank you, baby; you always look good.”

you smile, laying your hand on top of his as he pulls out of the driveway. the weather was sunny but breezy; overall, it was just pretty weather, just like when you and satoru met.

the drive was long because your family lived in the country; they categorized it as the safer side, and they weren’t wrong

you moved years ago for work, then moved in with satoru a little after that, and you didn’t regret it at all. as much as you loved living in the country and agreed with your parents that it was safer there, you just went by “whatever happens happens.”

satoru turned his head towards you, then back at the road. “what?”

you look at him, realizing you said that out loud, waving your hand and dismissing him “nothing nothing.” he pulls into the big driveway with four other cars sitting there. you smile brightly as you see the lights on in the window.

he turns to you and looks back at the window, mentally sighing… he hopes all goes well.

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heytherejulietx · 2 years

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bandaids - eddie munson

↳ requested by anon — i know for a fact that this was a request but i think i accidentally deleted the ask i’m so sorry!! the request was for reader who is being bullied to go to eddie who turns protective. i’m so sorry if you sent that in i hope you see this!

↳ summary - reader turns up to the clearing in tears after being picked on, and she didn’t want to tell eddie, but what else could she do?

↳ a/n - reading this over i’m unsure whether it’s good but i’ve been procrastinating it all week so here. also this was supposed to be way shorter and not as sad LMAO

↳ content warnings — bullying, injury, hurt-comfort, angst if you squint

↳ word count - 2k

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Everything around her was just a blur of green through the tears that were building in her eyes, which made everything unfocused. She walked as quickly as her feet would carry her without full-on running. The leaves brushed past her arms and legs, sticks and stones uneven beneath her shoes. She was trembling awfully, and she just wanted to get to Eddie, who would take all of her worries away. They often met in the small clearing in the woods for lunch so it could be just them, no interruptions. On most days she appreciated it more than he realised.

She was almost at the clearing when she heard her name being called, and whipped around with a sharp intake of breath. Had they seen where she went? She thought that she had managed to get away, that she’d be fine once she was with Eddie and wouldn’t have to worry about them for at least another hour. She heard her name again, in the distance to the left, and started backing up. The clearing was right behind her, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the greenery in front of her, in case they suddenly broke through the trees. There was a laugh in the distance – the same taunting laugh that she’d heard for weeks on end – and she stumbled backwards a little quicker to the clearing.

But instead she bumped into something solid and moving, and a pathetic little yelp escaped her as she flinched and turned around. But all she was met with was worried brown eyes and a frown.

“Woah, hey, didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie told her, hands on her shoulders, but it only took him a moment to see her tears before he was frowning a little more. “You okay?”

His hands were warm as they squeezed her shoulders, and in between his pretty face looking all worried, the tightness in her chest from the attempt to not cry, and the stinging of her knees and hands, it was all a bit too much. Her answer was given in an unstoppable sob, one that had her wrapped up in Eddie’s arms within a blink of an eye.

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie breathed into her hair, ever so gentle, and her body shook with another cry as she wedged her head between his neck and his shoulder. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

Eddie’s arms around her were a stronghold, and as soon as she was encased against him she was safe. So why couldn’t she stop crying? It almost felt difficult to breathe, when usually being with Eddie resulted in some of the easiest breaths she had ever taken.

In an effort to pull her closer, her knee brushed against the harsh fabric of his jeans and she flinched, and a whimpered, “oww” passed her lips.

Eddie pulled back immediately, eyes wide, searching her skin for what could be wrong. “What? Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. The breath trapped in her throat made it difficult for her to answer, so she just gestured down towards her knees, both scraped and bleeding. Blood trickled down her right leg, the cut worse there, and had started staining her white socks with deep red. She could still feel it all; the foot that had hooked her ankle and caused her to trip, the feeling of her knees smashing against the floor, her hands as they scraped against the floor where she caught herself before she fell face-first. She could hear the laughter of the person who had tripped her, the laughter of everyone around her, the laughter in the distance when she had finally made a break for the woods to see Eddie.

“Shit, Y/N,” Eddie mumbled, a crease in between his eyebrows, before his hand was against her arm again as he led her towards the wooden picnic table in the middle of the clearing. “Here, sit down.”

She did as she was told and perched on the edge of the bench, her back to the table with her legs stretched out slightly. If she moved them then her knees would sting worse.

Eddie had begun searching through his bag, and she watched as he pulled out a small blue case, and her eyes softened slightly through her tears. It was the First-Aid kit that she had bought him a few months back when he kept cutting his fingers on his guitar strings. She didn’t move as he crouched in front of her with the kit open, and he reached for an alcohol wipe.

“Trip over?” Eddie asked, and she could only nod. She was still crying – silent tears that cascaded down her cheeks whilst the lump in her throat prevented her from talking.

The packet for the wipe was placed between his teeth to rip it open, and Eddie hesitated when the wipe was close to her knee. “This might sting, ‘kay?” He only placed the wipe to her knee when she had nodded, and she grit her teeth at the pain that increased in her knee for a moment throughout every wipe. They were silent for a few minutes as he cleaned up her knees, wiping them clean before he placed a band-aid on both. The huge patch on both of her knees was a little embarrassing, and it would only worsen the teasing when she had to go back up towards the school.

“Give me your hands.” Eddie spoke softly, and she realised that with her palms faced up, he was able to see the grazes there too. She again did as she was told, and felt the warmth of his fingers as he held her left hand. The sting from the wipe was less painful that time, and soon enough both of her palms had been cleaned, too.

“There,” Eddie grinned, and gently brushed away a tear from her cheek with his thumb once he had put down the dirty wipe. “Good as new.”

But she wasn’t, was she? Sure, she was patched up and none of the cuts would get infected, but the physical evidence of what had happened was still there. Her sock was stained with blood, her eyes still tearful and bloodshot. It was obvious to the people that had hurt her just how much it affected her.

Eddie noticed the fresh wave of oncoming tears, and his expression softened, a hand cupping her jaw. “Hey, it’s okay, honey. You just fell over.”

At the resulting choking sound that left her in response to his statement, the lump in her throat thicker, Eddie paused, and his worried expression morphed into a more serious concern. “You did fall over… right?”

It took her a moment. She stared at him through tear-blurred eyes as her hands trembled again, and at the sight of just how worried he was the dam broke and she cried as she shook her head. Her chest tightened even more, guilty vines that squeezed her heart and lungs, but once again she was wrapped up in his arms.

“What happened?” His voice was soft, but she still heard the underlying tone of anger, of extreme concern.

“She- she tripped me.” She managed to get out through her tears, her head once again tucked against his neck.

“Who did?” He sounded sad.

“Carol,” She sighed, the name bitter on her tongue. “I was walking to meet you and she tripped me.”

She felt his palm against her back, pushing against her muscles as he rubbed her through her shirt, his rings scraping pleasantly. “Why?” His voice tickled her ear. “Why’d she feel the need to do that?”

At the question her expression crumpled and she cried again, hands grasping at his shirt. Would he be disappointed that she didn’t tell him what was going on? That for months she had kept it secret?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie immediately shushed her when she cried harder, and his lips pressed to her temple. “I’m not blaming you, sweetheart, I just wanted to know.”

She sighed, the exhale deep and painful as she leaned against him. A headache was growing behind her eyes, she supposed it was from the crying, and at that point she didn’t know if she could hold off any longer on telling him what was going on. Maybe he would be disappointed that she didn’t tell him, but he needed to get it off of her chest.

“Tommy. H and Carol, they uh…” She paused, inhaling deeply as she stayed buried against his body. This was Eddie, she had nothing to be worried about. At most he’d be worried and sad that she hadn’t told him sooner, but he wasn’t going to make fun of her. “They’ve been picking on me for a while,” she sniffled. “I didn’t do anything to them but they’re horrible… normally they just say stuff, but I guess she saw the opportunity to trip me.”

Eddie had stiffened against her, and even though his arms never unwrapped themselves from her body she could feel how tense he was, fists clenched and knuckles pressed to her back. And for one terrifying moment she was worried that he was mad at her; that she hadn’t told him, that she hadn’t stuck up for herself, that she was in that situation in the first place. But after a moment of silence he leaned back just enough to look at her, and she had never seen such an expression on his face. His usually warm brown eyes were dark, shrouded in shadows as he stared at her between furrowed eyebrows and a frown.

“Where were they?” And his voice was different too. Thicker and harsher; like he was holding back from what he actually wanted to say. “When they tripped you, where were they?” His hands lifted to her cheeks and he gently wiped away the tears that were flowing down her cheeks, the gentleness opposite to what he looked like.

“Outside, by the cafeteria.” She whispered tearfully.

Eddie nodded, his eyes bore into hers a moment longer, before he pulled away and looked towards the clearing in the trees which led back towards the school. It was only then that she realised what he wanted to do, and her stomach twisted with nausea.

“Stay here,” her voice was so small and pathetic, and Eddie didn’t turn back to face her, but he visibly stiffened up again. “It’s not worth it, they’re not worth it.”

“Not worth it?” Eddie had never shouted at her before, and even though she knew his anger wasn’t directed at her, she still flinched at the rise in volume when he turned back around to face her. “They hurt you! Of course it’s worth it!”

“It’s not worth them hurting you too,” her bottom lip quivered and he was staring at her incredulously, like he couldn’t understand why she wanted him to stay. “Eddie-”

“I’d get hurt a thousand times over if it meant they’d never lay a hand on you again.”

He was staring at her with such intensity, such undenying seriousness that she wanted to cry again. She wanted to cry and hug him and never let him go, because nobody had been so protective of her and kind to her. But instead she stood staring at him, teary eyes and a frown that wordlessly conveyed her worry. And he looked torn, between her and the clearing towards the school.

“I don’t,” she finally mumbled, and whilst he looked annoyed she knew that it wasn’t directed at her, just not being able to give those guys a piece of his mind. “Please, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Maybe it was because she could shatter any stubbornness that the metalhead put up, or simply because she looked like she was going to completely burst into tears again. But Eddie sighed, slumped his shoulders, and stepped forwards to pull her into his arms once more. He was still awfully tense, but she was glad that he wasn’t going to get himself hurt for her.

“Alright,” he sighed the word, and she sniffled against the juncture of his neck when he wrapped an arm around her body, as his other climbed up into her hair from the base of her neck, until his palm cupped her head against him, as his fingers delicately scratched at her scalp. “But we’re going to the principal’s office first thing tomorrow, okay? And I’ll talk to them if the school does nothing.”

She was fine with those terms and nodded as her fingers grasped at the back of his denim vest, and allowed herself to feel him just for a moment, to ground herself and be assured that he was okay.

“Thank you,” she mumbled. “For caring so much.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to her head, and she went like jelly in his arms when he gently swayed her in his arms. “Always,” he murmured the promise into her hairline. “I’ll always care, angel.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader imagine #eddie munson x reader fanfic #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

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rist-ix · 9 months

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at this point I’m not above begging the old gods for a tbhtbh update and I’m sure as hell not above begging you so please please-

(At least a snippet???)

okay so there’s a whole bunch of asks in my inbox asking for a snippet and I keep putting it off to answer them, because surely I should answer them when I actually have written on? And surely that’s gonna be soon, right?? Right????? But now it’s been months and I’m haunted by all the nice words and funny jokes and cool asks that I never answered because UGH my brain hAS NOT DELIVERED and I didn’t want to show up empty handed, u know? my anxiety is building and my time to write is shrinking and I am A Mess, BUT!!! I’ve also decided to say fuck it and just throw out the stuff I’ve ignored for a good few weeks. So at everyone whose asks I’ve ignored, please know that I am tormented by shame and adhd in equal measures, a never-ending cycle of horror and procrastination.

Anyway. Magix City my beloved!!!

His roar of fury follows her into the hallway, but she doesn’t slow down. Her one chance, her final chance, is now. She knows from Darcy herself that the witch isn’t scrying for her when she’s with Valtor, and she knows from Stormy that the handcuffs’ lifetime is dependent on how strong the captive is. Right now, Valtor is much, much more powerful than her.

She’s paced these corridors for days, weeks. She has gotten lost, confused, and distracted in these hallways, but she has also grown familiar. And now, tonight, it all pays off.

She finds the way. Finds the portal. Far behind her she can hear Valtor call her name, can feel the bond surging with regained magic as he gives chase, and she knows that her window is closing.

Those last few meters feel like eternity. Any moment his hand will close around her shirt, her arm, her neck; any moment she will be torn back and everything will be over. She thinks of Stella, of Flora, of all her friends and how they’d laughed at Alfea, strolled through the city. I’m coming, she thinks. I promise.

She can feel the building heat of a spell behind her.

But it’s too late.

She sets foot into the thin, glowing circle of the portal, and then there’s the blinding light of teleportation.

Just like that, she’s through. She’s out.

The brilliant magic of the portal plucks her from the cold, pale sphere that is Domino, catapults her through thousands of lightyears of space, and spits her out on black asphalt.

She fails to catch her fall, her momentum causing her to roll over her shoulder and bruise her knees on the rough ground. When she comes to a stop, her palms are scratched open and there’s a little bit of blood running down her shins. She hisses in pain and tears her hair back, looking around, preparing to fight off whoever comes through after her.

But he doesn’t appear.

There’s only the dark, rain-wet street before her. Reflecting the colourful lights of the skyscrapers lining it, the streetlamps, the tail-lights of hovering cars zooming by. A rainbow of vibrant blues and purples and yellows, of red and pink and so, so many others. Neon signs and brightened windows cutting through the cloudy night sky, still roiling with the promise of rain.

Magix City. She’s in Magix City.

She’s home.

A wave of sound crashes down on her and she falls right back onto her scraped knees, too stunned to cover her ears. After the long, unnatural silence of Domino, everything is so loud. Angry, beeping horns of cars in the distance, engines whining and roaring, the pitter-patter of a million steps as people mill about on the sidewalks, heeled shoes against wet stone. A prism full of colors in just their clothes, their hair, their faces as they stream by.

Even at night Magix is a bustling metropolis, full of life and noise and light.

She’s assaulted by so many impressions all at once she feels like she might go blind and deaf from it, and still she can’t look away. Three years she hasn’t been here. Almost four, now.

It’s so, so beautiful. In that shrill, dazzling, vibrant way only Magix can be. She feels just like she did then, when she’d first set foot into its labyrinthine, multilayered streets. Like she is on the cusp of something new, something chaotic and magical. Limitless and never-ending, never-resting.

Freedom. She’s free.

A blaring horn snaps her back to the present, and she whirls around only to shield her eyes from the blinding headlights of a car. Someone’s yelling for her to get up, get off the street, are you insane? She jumps to her feet and realizes that she’s in the middle of the road, in her pajamas, and cars have had to hit the brakes or they would have run her over.

Adrenaline hot in her veins, she stumbles back towards the sidewalk, looking around. People have stopped walking and are pointing at her, some talking to each other behind raised hands. Some look worried, some are snickering, and some look alarmed. Shocked.

She remembers that her picture had been plastered across screens and billboards for years, combined with a shady excuse and a bounty that no sane person could have spent in their entire lifetime.

And that Magix is crawling with Valtor’s marks.

No sooner had she finished the thought than she feels the gaze of dozens of eyes snap to her, all at once. Faces in the crowd turning towards her as if magnetized, their eerie synchrony sending goosebumps down her spine.

There’s no life in their stare. Because they’re not the ones looking.

She doesn’t wait for them to come any closer. She ducks her head and starts sprinting, slipping through the gaps in the crowd like a fish against the current. From the corners of her eyes she can see them start to move, to follow her, and her thundering heartbeat seems to choke her in her throat. She hasn’t thought this through at all, there’s a reason she never returned here with Stella. But the only thing on her mind when she’d stepped through that portal had been her friends, how happy they’d been, and the magical gateway had dropped her at the closest match to that nebulous feeling it could find. In the middle of a street, at the heart of this city they had loved.

And now Valtor knows she’s here.

A hand snatches her wrist, and another grabs her hair, marks swarming towards her from all corners of the city. She cries out in pain and hears people start to shout in confusion, but even if they wanted to risk helping her, they wouldn’t have the power to get through the mind-controlled puppets.

But she does, she remembers as the marks try to pull her back, push her down.

A blaze of light and she is bursting free, fluttering wings carrying her up above them and the crowd. Glittering cyan settling on her skin, golden tiara flashing in her hair, and if there had been any doubts in anyone as to who she is, they are now shown irrefutable proof.

#i have so many feelings about magix city and im frankly underutilizing it in every fic i write #asks #fic: to be hunted to be haunted #the copy pasting from my notes app has sadly robbed it of its italics #but whatever #winx club #maybe now I’ll be able to answer all the other asks without cringing with embarrassment for my procrastination #I’m pretty busy with the internship until autumn but I hope I’ll get some writing done until then

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chaosandgunpowder · 11 months

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Hi, hello, hey!

This feels weird.

Okay, strap in. In case anyone’s forgotten I don’t really do brief, but I can summarise if needed.

So:

I’m alive, I’m okay, and I wrote something (yay) It’s not ch11 Plausible Deniability (sorry, sorry, sorry)

I’ll hide the rest under the cut, I don’t want to clog everyone’s feeds with my inane rambling.

For the lovely comments and asks/messages I’ve had, thank you, thank you. This update is for you especially. For anyone that’s asked me, I’m doing well, and so is mini-chaos (almost a full, actual mini-person capable of causing as much chaos as expected, and that blows my fucking mind).

Unfortunately, I (maybe naively) didn’t really anticipate just how much of my brainspace would be taken up with going back to work full-time after mat leave, (to a new job, as well, because, yes, I did get it!) and juggling working, a new job and impending toddler-hood just didn’t leave me with any emotional (or physical) energy at all - I took a much-needed but unwanted step away for a while for the sake of my sanity.

But I’m still chugging along, and as of this month, now I feel like I have my shit together, and a routine that leaves me space for it, I’m also writing again (big yay).

Which brings me to the PD update. That sounds super serious, it’s not. It’s just reassurance to anyone still interested and waiting; I’m not done. It’s not abandoned. It’s not cancelled. I still intend to finish it. I still have it plotted to fuck, on file and permanently in my brain.

Though when I sat down a couple weeks ago with coffee and the biggest smile to actually do some writing, I was a teeny bit anxious. I really wanted to work off all the dust on something unimportant, because if the first 5-10k I wrote after a big-ass break was pure, unadulterated rusty bullshit, I really really didn’t want it associated with PD. That shit is my soul.

So I am sorry if anyone’s disappointed that what I have for you is not that. Know that it isn’t PD because I’m too dedicated to the integrity of it.

Luckily, I don’t think my little writing exercise is entirely rusty bullshit, anyway. I do think it’s honestly mostly 10k of pure, unadulterated filth with a sprinkling of pining and angst on top, but I don’t hate it, and so I’m doing final edits today (I’m, in fact, just taking a breather between edits so that I come back to it with fresh eyes).

It’ll be up sometime tonight if it sounds like anyone’s bag, and if not, no big. After it’s up I’ll be easing back into ch11, though I know better than to make date-based promises, they just stress me out and make me somehow less productive.

I’ve gotten such lovely asks while I’ve been taking this break (seeing them made my fucking day, even if I apologise that I wasn’t in the headspace to be able to reply). I don’t know if any of you are still around to see this, but I hope I’ve answered many/most of your questions on how I am/whether I plan to update etc, in this giant ass essay, but a hearfelt thank you to everyone who’s come into my asks with wellwishes and funny shit (you especially, anon who dedicated so much time to lifting me up even if you didn’t know you were - thank you.)

Right. Enough of this procrastination shit. Back to business.

Catch you tonight with a link. Much love, Chaos.

#well this feels wildly self indulgent #but I really did want to update everyone that’s reached out to me

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 9 months

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In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Seven: You Come Around & The Armor Falls, Pierce the Room Like a Cannonball

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my mama swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised that I’d never sing of love if it does not exist. But darling, you are the only exception.- Paramore, The Only Exception

It took a second for the words to sink in. “I’m on birth control, so I doubt I’m pregnant.”

Um…” He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. “No, that wouldn’t really… I mean, hormonal birth control doesn’t have any effect on Otherworlders, so…”

She stopped breathing.

“I can’t be pregnant,” she told him slowly. “I can’t be. I’m… I’m twenty, Tim. I just turned twenty less than four months ago!”

“Y— yes,” he stuttered out awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I thought you knew. I figured my mom would’ve told you.” He paused, tilting his head in consideration. “Actually, it’s likely she would’ve assumed I would’ve told you, so it wouldn’t have occurred to her to reiterate what she figured you’d already know…”

She stared at him in disbelief. “I cannot possibly be pregnant.”

“Would it really be so bad if you were?” His voice was soft, timid. As if he were afraid of her answer.

“Would it—“ she sputtered. “Of course it would be!” He flinched, but she continued, “It’s not that I don’t love you, of course I do, it’s just it would completely disrupt my life! How can I go back if I’m fucking pregnant, I—“

“Wait,” he cut her off. “Go back? What do you mean go back?”

“Go back to my life,” she said impatiently. “You’re alive, you’re okay. You don’t need me anymore. I can go back to my life. We can go back to being friends and nothing else...” She paused before grumbling, “I’ve just been procrastinating on it.”

“Why would you think that?” he asked, astonishment clear in his voice.

She blinked at him. “Why wouldn’t I think that?”

Tim started to pace back and forth, raking his hand through his curls. “I— I told you I can’t feed off anyone else now. You’re it. And I thought you were okay with that. I thought you loved me.” His voice broke then. “Did you lie? Did you not mean it? Do you not love me?”

“Of course I love you!” she hurriedly insisted. “It’s not that I don’t love you, of course I love you, how could I not?”

“Then why?” he demanded, pinning her with his gaze. “Why would you want to leave me?”

“I don’t want to leave you,” she admitted. “I just can’t stay.”

“But why?” he pressed. “If you want to stay, if you love me, why would you leave?”

Her heart was pounding in her chest, blood thrumming in her ears, and she abruptly blurted out, “I don’t want to be vulnerable.” He did nothing but stare at her, so she rushed on, “I’ve never wanted that kind of vulnerability. You’d never intentionally hurt me, I know you wouldn’t, but you could. You could destroy me, irreparably shatter my heart into a million tiny little pieces. I’ve spent my whole life avoiding this exact thing—actually, no, something easier than this, less intense than this, ‘cause I figured it’d be with a human if it happened—and here I am, loving someone when I wish I could’ve avoided it, just like my mom did, and you could rip me apart the same way she got ripped apart, and I’d— I’d fucking let you. I’d let you destroy me if you wanted to.” She paused, her chest heaving, and then hoarsely asked, “Do you have any idea how terrifying that is for me?”

Tim looked at her for a long moment. “Lea, if anyone tried to hurt you, including me, I don’t… I don’t even know what I’d do.”

She blinked away tears she hadn’t noticed until they gathered at her eyelashes. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve killed before,” he told her, looking away momentarily. “To save my own life, to save the lives of others. It’s been a few centuries, but… yeah. It’s happened before. I try not to think about it. But for you…” He paused, sighing and tilting his head back, exposing the length of his neck that was far more attractive than it had any right to be, really. “For you,” he went on, “I’d raze cities if I had to. If anyone tried to hurt you.”

She crossed her arm over her abdomen, cupping her elbow. “I wouldn’t want you to do that.”

He nodded. “I’m sure you wouldn’t, but I don’t think it’d be up to either of us, really.” A hoarse laugh. “Incubi don’t exactly have a great track record with self control when their mates—their children, too—are threatened or harmed.”

Children.

Lea focused on her breathing; in and out, in and out. “How likely is it that I’m pregnant?”

He looked at her for awhile, his face blank in that way she knew meant he was trying to hide his emotions. “Extremely.”

She crossed both arms over her stomach and croaked, “How are you so sure?”

Tim sighed. “Well, birth control doesn’t work with me, like I said, and we’ve been having sex multiple times a day for over a month now, which I figure would make it likely even with a human. But also, the first few times—the first few weeks after mating, I mean—are an extremely, uh… fertile time for both parties. It’s extremely unusual for pregnancy not to occur. I thought you knew. I would’ve…” He paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “I would’ve used a condom if I had known you didn’t want…”

She remembered the dreams she’d had—the dreams he’d given her, glimpses of a potential future, one that he couldn’t have shown her if she didn’t want it already—with their children, boys with his hair and facial structure and a little girl with her red curls and his eyes…

Fuck but she wanted that. Her heart twinged at the thought that she shouldn’t have it, shouldn’t want it to begin with.

“If you don’t want it,” he started slowly, “I’ll understand. I’ll understand if you want to, y’know. Get an abortion.”

She shook her head firmly. “If I’m pregnant, I’m keeping it.”

He nodded, murmuring, “Okay. If that’s what you want.” He looked away from her then before adding, “And if you… if you want to leave, I’ll understand that, too. I wouldn’t blame you.”

She examined his face, the evident pain he was trying his damnedest to hide from her. “You said you can only feed off of me.”

“Yes,” he confirmed, his voice quiet.

“And you’ll die if you can’t?”

He was silent for a few tense beats before speaking again. “Yes.”

“I can’t let you die, Tim,” she whispered tearfully.

He glanced back at her. “Even if you’re scared? Even if it means you’re vulnerable?”

She nodded. “Me being vulnerable, risking getting hurt—destroyed, even—is a hell of a lot better than you dying.”

“Do you love me?” he asked, soft and desperate.

Lea flushed, looking down at the floor. “I do, yeah.”

He took several hesitant steps towards her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised. “I’m going to protect you and take care of you and love you. I’m going to worship you.”

Tears pricked her eyes again. “I want this with you,” she admitted, “and I do love you, I love you so much it’s terrifying. Everything about this is terrifying. This whole situation, me being pregnant—how the fuck can I be pregnant?—is particularly petrifying, how I feel about you, how strongly I feel about you, what you have the capability to do to me, it’s all so fucking scary, I—”

Lea’s words collapsed into tears then, and he closed the remaining distance between them and took her in his arms. For a moment, he just held her against his chest, still bare from earlier, his face pressed to her hair. “I know you’re scared, sweetheart,” he murmured, “but you don’t have to be. I couldn’t hurt you if I tried.”

“I know you won’t try to hurt me,” she said through her tears, “You’re a really good guy, I don’t think you’re capable of hurting someone intentionally. That’s part of why I fell in love with you to begin with, is because of how sweet you are. You’d never hurt me—or anyone else—on purpose, of course you wouldn’t, but you could, and that’s fucking terrifying.”

“Well,” he hummed consideringly, “I guess I’ll just have to spend the rest of time showing you that you’re safe with me.”

Pulling back slightly from his chest, she looked up at him tearfully. “The rest of time, huh?”

Tim smiled softly at her. “Yeah, baby. As long as I have you, I won’t die, and as long as you have me, neither will you.” He paused. “Which is just as well, because I could live an infinite number of lifetimes with you in my arms this way and it still wouldn’t be enough. No amount of time with you will ever be enough.” And after a moment, he added, “And you’re— you’re having my baby. Do you realize how incredible that is?” He laughed disbelievingly. “Fucking hell, you’re having my baby.”

She was still scared, most especially of that, but… he was so goddamn happy about it that it made her fear give way to excitement. Smiling hesitantly, she said, “Y— yeah. I am. I’m having your baby.”

He was gazing at her with such unmistakable adoration that she couldn’t help but stand on her tiptoes and kiss him. He returned it, wrapping an arm around her waist with a growl and hauling her closer.

“Want you again,” he murmured against her lips.

“But we just finished, like, half an hour ago—“

“Yes,” Tim agreed, “I fucked you half an hour ago, and I want to fuck you again now.” He was running his hands over her upper thighs, just beneath where her nightie met her skin, and trailing kisses down her neck.

“You’re such a glutton,” she giggled.

“I am not,” he insisted, feigning offense. “I don’t need to feed, I just enjoy fucking you.”

“On one condition,” she said breathlessly, reaching up to thread her fingers in his hair.

“Yeah?” he muttered, already working on adding a fresh bruise to her throat.

“Prove you’re not just in it for food. Let me suck you first.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “Baby, are you— are you sure? You don’t have to—“

“I want to,” she told him, sinking to her knees in front of him. “I like it. You don’t let me do it enough.”

“Fuck,” he said again as she pulled down the pajama pants that were slung low over his hips. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so she had nothing to stop her from grabbing his dick and taking it into her mouth eagerly, rubbing her tongue along the barbel under the head. He moaned loudly, and she looked up at him, seeing him throw his head back with pleasure.

She sucked in, hollowing out her cheeks and swirling her tongue around the head. She wished he would let her do this more often, but he always wanted her to cum rather than him. He really was a glutton, wasn’t he?

Bobbing her head rapidly, she slid one of her hands up his torso, reaching down with the other to squeeze her breast roughly.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lea,” he moaned. “Play with those big fuckin’ tits for me, baby. Wanna watch you.”

She lowered her hand obediently and squeezed both her breasts, pinching her nipples and moaning around his length at the sensation.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded hoarsely, his hand gripping her hair. “Make yourself cum while you suck my cock.”

Reaching down, she hiked the skirt of her nightie up around her waist, continuing to suck him all the while.

“Feel your pussy, baby,” he encouraged. She did so, brushing her fingers over herself. “You wet for me?” he demanded lowly. “Does having my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours make you wet?”

“Mhm,” she moaned around him again, starting to tease her clit with slow circles.

“You call me a glutton,” he growled, “but it’s really you, isn’t it? Wanting to get on your knees for me every chance you get.”

Fuck but she loved it when he talked to her like that. She wanted him to use her, to use her mouth for his own pleasure, and oh god, her pussy, too. She wanted him to do whatever he felt like with her. Moaning at the thought, she rubbed her clit faster, sucking him harder.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Tim moaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “Such a good girl for me.” She whimpered around him, rolling her hips against her hand. The stimulation combined with his words, his dick in her mouth, it was making her orgasm approach quickly. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he gasped out. “Gonna cum for me like a good little slut, getting off on sucking my dick?”

“Mmmf,” Lea moaned desperately. She was so close, so fucking close—

“C’mon, baby,” he encouraged, his voice breathless as he stared down at her with those deliciously sexy red eyes. “Cum for me. I can feel how close you are. Cum for me.”

She did so, moaning around him as she erupted, her hips bucking against her hand while her core clenched down on her own emptiness. Still, she didn’t stop sucking him, wanting to please him.

He allowed it for a few minutes, telling her how good she was for him, that she was so pretty with his cock in her mouth. It wasn’t long, however, before he yanked her off of him with a groan that almost sounded pained, pulling her up by her hair.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he told her before gesturing to the nightie she wore. “Take that off.” She didn’t do it fast enough, still dazed from her orgasm, so he snapped, “Now. Unless you want me to rip it.”

Lea hastened to obey, pulling the dark pink lace nightie over her head as quickly as possible.

“Good girl,” he praised before gesturing to the desk-like dressing table and snapping, “Bend over.”

Fighting off an eager grin, Lea clambered up onto the table, her legs dangling in the air.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This fuckin’ ass, baby.” He gave her a sharp smack across one of her asscheeks, and she moaned loudly. He laughed low in his throat. “You like that?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered. “I want your cock, please.”

“Far be it from me to deny you what you want,” Tim muttered, running his hands from her ass to her hips, then up over her ass again to her back. “Gonna be a good girl for me, huh?”

“Mhm,” she whined, her fists clenched from how bad she wanted him inside her.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he chided gently. “Use your words.”

“I’ll— I’ll be good,” she promised hastily. “I’ll be good for you, I swear, please just—“

“There you go,” he murmured, grasping her hips firmly as he slid into her.

Lea cried out, her toes curling from the delicious sensation of being filled.

“Perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he grunted, immediately setting a rough pace, slamming her into the table with each thrust.

“Tim, Tim, Tim—” she chanted, already so far gone her words were blurring together.

“So pretty when I fuck you,” he moaned. “So pretty when you were on your knees from me with my cock in your mouth, rubbing your little clit till you came. Did you like that, baby? Did you like getting off while you sucked me?”

“Yes,” she gasped out. “I— I like pleasing you.” He rewarded her response with a hard thrust, and she moaned. “Fuck, feels good, feels so good—”

“I fucked a baby into you, Lea,” he reminded her, his voice as rough as the way he handled her, fucked into her. “I pounded this little pussy so good, came inside you so much, that I got you pregnant.”

That stirred up something unexpected in her stomach, like butterflies of fire, and she whimpered again. “You— you did.”

“Can’t wait to see you grow,” he muttered. “Gonna be so sexy, belly and tits all swollen ‘cause of how good I give it to you.”

“Tim,” she moaned. “Want your baby. Want it, I want it, I want it—”

He chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do. You know why I put those images of you pregnant in your mind, sweetheart?”

Lea shook her head wordlessly, too focused on the way he was slamming into her to respond with words.

“I did it ‘cause once I knew you had feelings for me, if you saw yourself pregnant with my child, you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it.” He ran a hand up her back and back down again before smacking her ass sharply. Lea yelped, and he leaned down to murmur, “Was I right?”

“Y— yes,” she admitted hoarsely. “Yes, you—“ she cut herself off at a particularly rough thrust.

“Keep going,” he ordered, smacking her ass again.

She moaned at the sting, but managed to get out, “You were right. I saw it, and all I tried so hard to ignore how bad I—oh fuck, just like that, please—how bad I wanted your baby, how bad I wanted you to fuck me, god, please don’t stop—“

“Not gonna stop, sweetheart,” he promised. “Gonna fuck you till you’re satisfied. As much as you want, okay?”

Lea clenched around him at the thought. “I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied, it feels too good,” she whined. “More, please, I want more—“

“I know, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, I know. You’re the glutton here, huh?” She whined at his teasing, at the way he fucked her. “As soon as I put my dick in you for the first time, you couldn’t get enough. Don’t think I don’t notice how desperate you always are for it, to get fucked.”

She whined again, burying her face in her arms in mild humiliation that, for whatever reason, sent a tingle down her spine.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he crooned a bit condescendingly. “I know it’s my fault. I’m the one who turned you into a needy, greedy little cockslut. It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You couldn’t help it, could you?”

“N— no,” she stuttered on a moan. “Can’t help it, feels too good, oh fuck, Tim—”

“I know, baby,” he assured her. “I know. I’ll keep your pussy nice and full, okay? Make sure you can have my cock filling you up whenever you want it, whenever I feel like giving it to you. Keep you nice and satisfied.” She let out a sound that was halfway between a whine and a moan, and he chuckled softly, fucking her so hard and so fast that her body jolted against the table with his every movement. “Would you like that, sweetheart?” he asked her gently, softly, the contrast between his tone and his rough handling of her so vast it was almost startling. “Would you like me to keep you fucked full? Take you with me wherever I go, use your tight little pussy whenever I feel like it, fuck however many babies into you I want— would you like that?”

“Yes,” she moaned, clenching around him at his words. “Yes, I want that, I want it, fuck don’t stop—”

He smacked her ass again, the sting making her cry out with delight. “I command and you obey, remember? You can ask for what you want, but you don’t get to tell me. Understand?”

“Y— yes,” she whimpered, wishing he’d spank her again. “Can you…” She gulped, swallowing her spit. “Can you do that again, please?”

“What, this?” With that, he spanked her again, a bit harder this time.

“Yes,” Lea gasped out breathlessly. He smacked her other asscheek, and she moaned again, even louder than before. “Want you to fuck me, please,” she whimpered. “Use me, want you to feed from me—”

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he grunted, spanking her again before rubbing the reddened, sensitive skin. “You’re gonna let me have it whenever I want, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she promised. “Yes, fuck, anything you want, anything, just don’t stop, please don’t stop, want you to fuck me, please keep fucking me—”

Tim gripped her hair tightly, yanking her head up. “Take it, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Take this dick, baby, c’mon.”

With every thrust, her body jolted, and she was moaning a seemingly endless slew of, “Unh, unh, unh, unh—“ while he fucked into her, stretching her out in the way she loved so much.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he grunted. “Letting me fuck you, begging for it like the cock-starved whore you.” The grip he had on her hair tightened. “Gonna give me a baby, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her core clenching around him again at the reminder. “I want your baby, Tim, I—”

“I know you do, love,” he murmured, smacking her ass again, making her whimper. “We’ll plan the next one, how ‘bout that? Fucking you full so I can put a baby inside you will be so much more fun now that you know it’s gonna happen. Would you like that?”

“Mhm,” she gasped. “I want— I want— oh fuck—”

“Use your words, Lea,” he chastised. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to use me,” she moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her. “I want— I want you to fuck me, feed from me, get me pregnant as many times as you want, just— just do whatever you want with me, please, I want it, I want it.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and with another smack to her ass, he snapped, “C’mere.” And then he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up a bit so she was resting on her forearms, her torso raised off the table. He reached around her body, circling her clit in swift, precise swipes, and she moaned. “You’re gonna cum for me, you got that?”

“Yes,” Lea agreed hoarsely without hesitation. “Anything you want.”

“Want you to cum on this cock, baby,” he growled. “Do as I say. Cum for me.”

She wasn’t sure what it was; it could’ve been the way he fucked her and rubbed her clit—he was so good at that—or it could’ve been his command, but either way, she came abruptly, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

He fucked her through it until he, too, found his release.

She lay there on the table in a fucked-out daze for several long minutes. Two separate instances of sex within an hour really drained her. She was barely even aware of being picked up and carried back to bed.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, tucking her in and wrapping her in his arms. “Sleep.”

So she did.

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doll-elvis · 10 months

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How do ya feel about child bride? I think majority of people can't accept some of the things written about elvis and priscilla to be true 'cause it makes their whole world collapse as they see them as the perfect couple which they never really were

sorry just wanted to say I am scheduling asks by the hour today as I have been procrastinating in answering them, so I apologize in advance if I crowd your dashboards😭

anyways- thank you so much for the ask and I would really love to know what others have to say about this so please share your thoughts because I’m super curious myself 🤧

also there is truly nothing like reading Priscilla Presley’s “Elvis and me” and then reading Child Bride and having no idea to what believe anymore (which is exactly what I did and I had to read like 3 other books to make up my mind)

I do agree with your sentiment that Priscilla and Elvis’ relationship was not as perfect as some have been influenced to believe, and I don’t think the 2022 film helped that matter as the film very much had an agenda and that was to sell their love story… which was quite tumultuous at times

But I want to clarify that there is no doubt in my mind that they both loved each other very much and Priscilla was obviously incredibly special to Elvis. There really isn’t another woman he has been with that can say she has experienced something similar to what Priscilla experienced with him. She was with him the longest, she was the only one to get married to him, have his child, etc. etc. Priscilla was just unique in that regard, even if their relationship wasn’t perfect

Plus she is the only one that has ever gotten “It’s Midnight” dedicated to her by him and I feel like that really says something 👀

As for Child Bride… I have many issues with Child Bride, for starters, the name of the book and it’s implications. I was actually embarrassed to buy this book because of the title, and I’ve never read it in public because of it 🤧

My first issue is that Suzanne Finstad is an incredibly biased author, this book’s main purpose is to make Priscilla look bad and I’ve noticed Finstad even has misquoted a few people in order to do so

For example in Joe Esposito’s book this is how he tells this story

And then in Finstad’s book, this is how she misquotes him, to make Priscilla seem aggressive

My second issue with the book, and the biggest, is that Suzanne Finstad uses Currie Grant as her main source. If what he said is true, that he had intercourse with Priscilla prior to her meeting Elvis, then he is an admitted child r*pist

Priscilla said there was an attempt of an assault but has completely denied that she ever had intercourse with Currie Grant

Therefore this book is just the most uncomfortable case of “he said, she said”

Currie Grant and Priscilla Presley are the only ones who really know what happened between them, and therefore I don’t care to speculate on what actually happened and I’m especially not interested in hearing what Currie has to say because he’s just a disgusting man, and Suzanne Finstad is even worse for allowing him to have a platform

So because of that, I am just not interested in what Finstad has to write or say, I’ve only ever read Child Bride once and I haven’t picked it up again

I feel like there are so many other sources on Priscilla and Elvis’ relationship (for example the Memphis Mafia, Elvis’ other girlfriends, his stepbrothers etc. etc) that doesn’t involve a predator like Currie Grant being involved or an incredibly biased author… but anyways what do y’all think?

#Currie deserves jail #and Suzanne deserves the cell next to him #Currie grant #Suzanne Finstad #Priscilla Presley #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis history #Elvis asks #Elvis fans

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little-lee-froggie · 2 years

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Hello! It’s me, with me content for you! This is the Shinsou one that I’ve been working on forever, and I finally stoped procrastinating and got it the fuck done, so here it is! I could make a part two if anyone wants, but if not, then I won’t. With that, let’s get into it:

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Warnings: slight swearing

Summary: You and Shinsou were always pretty close for siblings, and you treated each other more like childhood friends. Sadly cause of the dorms, you don’t see each other nearly as much as you used to, but that doesn’t change much about your relationship …

Ler: Shinsou

Lee: Reader (as his little sibling, cuz I wanna :p)

You were so excited!! You were going to see your big brother today! With you being two years younger than him, you were in your last year of middle school while he was in his second year of high school, where he lived in a dorm, so you didn’t get to see him very often, just on the weekends.

You lived kinda far from the school. You were currently living with your childhood friend, [FRIEND’S NAME], and you took the bus there, so it took you about an hour to get there. And that’s right where you were right now. Standing in front of the dorms at UA.

You knocked on the big door of class 2A’s dorms, and it opens to reveal Kaminari. “Hey Kami! Is Hitoshi still in his room?”, you asked him, waving in greeting. You knew he would know where Shinsou was considering the fact that Kami was his best friend. “Yep! You know him, probably was up till seven am last night” he said, kinda chuckling to himself.

You smiled at that, remembering how you and Hitoshi used to stay up till sunrise doing whatever you wanted. “Come on in!”, said the electric blonde, holding the door open for you, and bowing as if you were royalty. You giggled a bit and walked in. “Do you want me to bring you to his room, or do you want to wake him up yourself?”, Kami asked, sitting at the counter, already knowing you would prefer to go alone so you could catch up with your brother, but still asking none the less. “I think I’ll go up by myself, but I’ll see you when we come down for breakfast” you say, smiling at him.

You waved to Kaminari as you ascended up the stairs to your brother’s room. You opened the door quietly as to not yet wake up your passed out brother, who was completely under his blanket, head and all.

You tip-toed over to his bed, and shook him gently. “Hitoshi!”, you whisper yelled, he didn’t move at all. He didn’t sleep much, but when he did, he slept heavy. You shook him again. “Hitoshi, wake up!”, you said in the same voice as before.

You were so preoccupied with trying to wake up your brother that you didn’t notice that what you were shaking wasn’t your brother, but a stuffed pair of pants and hoodie, and that your REAL older brother was creeping up behind you.

Before you could call out to him a third time, Shinsou tackled you onto the bed, catching you off guard. You screamed a little, battling whoever just jumped on you, until you heard the voice of your brother say “No need to fight, I just want to see you~”, and you quickly put the pieces together. What you thought was your brother was a diversion, and you had fallen for it.

“Geez, you scared the shit out of me-AHHAHAHAHA! H-HITOSHIHIHIHI WHAT THE FUHUHUCK!!” you yelled as your brother started to tickle the shit out of you. Hitoshi smirked at the loud reaction he got from you. “Sorry. Just have to do my weekly check, you know? Make sure I can still make you giggle and squeak from tickling all your ticklish nerves~” he said back, his smirk growing from a normal smirk to one that could kill god if met with it.

Hitoshi has this thing where he always has to make sure you’re still ticklish every week, even though he knows the answer. When you two were still living together, it would happen multiple times a day, and while you would never admit it, it’s a big reason about why you miss living with your brother so much.

Shinsou is quite observant, so he knows that you prefer the kind of tickles that make you giggle over laughing loudly like you were now, so he went a bit easier on you, listening to the sweet giggles now pouring from your mouth.

“Hitoshihihihihi! Ahaha!!!!” You said, smiling widely, both from the tickles and cuz you enjoyed it. “Awh, look at you! All helpless and giggly! Oh, I could do this forever!!” He teased you, his low voice having a hint of mischief in it.

Up until now, he had you in a back hug type hold, but now he had tuned onto you back, and he was sitting on your waist. He briefly let you catch your breath, and while you were still giggling he looked you in the eyes, smirk still on his face and said “Good to see you kid, I missed you”.

After that, you felt two fingers on either side of you gently walking up your ribs, making you squeak and start giggling louder again. “Ahahaha!!! Hito*squeak*shihihihi!!!!” You managed to get out of your system, your giggles overpowered your voice.

Your eyes were closed tightly, but you could FEEL his smirk, a small blush appearing on your face, and to your dismay, it did not go unnoticed by your brother.

“Awww, you’re blushing already, and I’ve just barely gotten started! At this rate, when I’m done with you, people might mistakenly think your face is beet! Oh well, it’s not like I can control how cute and easy to fluster you are! Not to mention, EXTREMELY ticklish~! Isn’t that right, hmm?? Tickle tickle tickle~”. Geez, why’d he have to know how to fluster you so well…

“Stahahap sahahayihihing thahahat!!!!”, you giggled out, face getting redder by the second. “What, tickle? Oh that’s right , I almost forgot that you can’t say tickle, and it flusters you when others say it! Wow, I remember you being ticklish, but I didn’t think you were THIS ticklish. Awhwhw how cute, you’re trying to escape! Well, at least your instincts are telling you to escape, but I think that you like this, then again, what do I know? I’ve only known you your whole life” he teased, making you blush while still giggling.

“S-shuhuhut uhuhup youhuhu jehehehrk!!!”, you giggled helplessly as you heard a gasp come from your brother. Gosh, he was really going to pull out the dramatics on you. “JERK?! After everything we’ve been through since you were born! I just wanted to catch up with my sibling and be a good big brother, and THIS is the thanks I get?! Well, this might just make me cry” he said, all with that fucking smirk on his face might I add.

He went from scribbling to poking, making you squeak a lot more then before. “Ahaha *squeak* Hitohohoshihihihi nahahah*squeak*AHah!!!” He just chuckled lowly at your little giggles and continued to tease the shit out of you. The blush on your face was continually getting darker and darker.

“Wow, you look like Kirishima’s hair! I forgot how well teasing works on you~!” “S-shuhuhut uhuhuUHUhup!!! Yohou’re sohohoho *squeak* mehehean!!”, you said, kicking and flailing around, doing your best not to hit your brother. He just laughed at you, smirking at your genuinely happy smile.

As much as you put up the front that this annoyed you, he could tell you enjoyed this, in fact, you told him as much yourself; when you were younger, maybe around four, he would try not to tickle you to much in fear of hurting you, but you would always ask him to. Over the years, you stopped asking, instead doing things to tell him you wanted him to tickle you without actually telling him. He also made sure you were ok with it by asking you on a regular basis if there was anything he did that you didn’t want him to do, but you would always say no, and that’s how he knew.

“Aww, I’m mean now, huh~? Oh, sweet little [NAME], you have no idea what mean is~…” he said as he moved his head down towards your stomach, and ever sooo lightly letting his hair slowly drift across it while he started to squeeze your hips.

This, understatedly, made you SCREAM.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! HITOSHIHIHIAHAHA!!!!!!!!”. Now, normally even just the squeezing would have made you scream, but Shinsou just decided to be REALLY mean today and bring his hair into it.

A few minutes later, someone burst into the room. It was none other than Izuku Midoria, and he had a worried look on his face. “I-is everything ok? I heard a scream- wait, what’s happening?”, he asked, worry turning into confusion. “Oh, nothing, just tickling little [NAME] here~” your brother said, opting to poke you again so he could have a conversation with Deku. “Oh, ok. Well, I think it’s almost breakfast, so do you want to come down with me?”, the green haired boy asked politely. “We’ll be down in a few minutes”, your brother replied, still poking you.

After Deku had left the room, your brother finally got off you, and you curled up, still giggling. “So, how has your week been?”, he asked you nonchalantly as you tried to recover from his attack. “It-it was goohohod…” you finally managed to huff out.

After he had brushed your hair (when you were little, he was the only one who was allowed to brush your hair cuz he was always so gentle, so now he likes to do it for you to remind himself of those times), the two of you headed down stairs for breakfast with the rest of 2A.

You and your brother sat with Denki and talked for awhile. After about half an hour, you had finally stopped being so jumpy.

~Time skip~ (around forty minutes)

You were playing video games with Denki and your brother in Denki’s room, and you were winning. “I remember you being worse than me! How did you get so good all of the sudden [NAME]??”, your brother questioned you as you were laser focused on the screen. “When you live in a house with [FRIEND’S NAME], you learn how to get really good at games like this” you said, laughing slightly.

“But you shouldn’t be THIS good!! I beat you at this exact game just a few weeks ago…” Shinsou complained.

“It’s not my fault you suck at video games, Hitoshi” you teased your brother and smiled innocently, making him playfully glare at you.

“Okay, you’re just asking for it at this point, aren’t you~?” Shinsou teased you, slowly moving toward you, his hands forming claws.

Your eyes widened as you slowly backed away, until you quickly got up and sprinted away, small giggles pouring through your mouth, your bother not to far behind you, leaving Kami alone in the room, laughing at the way the two of you teased each other.

The two of you ran all through out the dorm building, every so often passing confused classmates, until you stupidly chose to run into your brothers room. You realized you had messed up your choice of where to run off to, but when you thought to just leave and continue running, you heard your bother close to the door.

“Ohhh [NAME], I know you’re in there~” your bother said, and in a split second you quickly hid behind the headboard of his bed and hoped he wouldn’t go easy on you.

Just in time, you managed to get all your limbs hidden when Shinsou burst through the door. You covered your mouth to try and quiet your heavy breathing and small giggles. However, it didn’t work when he heard your shuffling to cover you mouth, which was enough for him to find out where you were.

But he decided play dumb just to get you even more flustered.

“Hmm, I wonder where [NAME] could have gone… maybe here? Or here? Hmmm… Boo” he said as he appeared at your side, making you squeak. You attempted to run again, but Shinsou caught you over his shoulder and brought you over to his bed again.

You were already giggling and squirming around, making your bother smirk. “Aww, are you already laughing~? Save that for latter, I haven’t even done anything yet!” he teased as you blushed.

In stead of putting you on his bed, he sat down and moved you so he was almost cradling you. He gave you one last smirk before you felt a hand start to tickle your inner thigh and the same in your upper ribs.

You squeaked really loudly as more and more giggles erupted out of you, your legs kicking slightly. Your bother smiled sweetly at your reaction. He loved you as much as an older brother could live his little sibling, and he was so happy to be with you right now. It felt like it had been forever since he’d seen you, even though you see each other every week.

He was brought out of his thought when he looked at your smiling face, listening to your giggles. He smiled more, moving the hand he had on your ribs up to your neck. You squeaked and your giggles rose an octave.

“Hitohohoshihihi nahahahaha!!!” you laughed, melting into your older brother. “What is it [NAME]~?”, he teased you, making the blush on your face a slightly deeper red, not unnoticed by Shinsou.

“Awh, you’re blushing~! How cute… does being tickled really fluster you that badly?? You really are ticklish, aren’t you~?” “Nahahaha dohon’t sahay thahahat!!!!” “Don’t say what? That you’re ticklish?? I’m just stating facts [NAME], no need to blush about it~!”

He continued to tease you ruthlessly, and all you could do was just scream, laugh and blush, which only made it easier for him to tease you, which made the cycle continue.

His teases kept getting even more evil to; “Laugh as loud as you want, it won’t help you, I have all the control, so laugh for me~. That’s right, you are completely at my mercy [NAME]~” “Ohohohoho myhyhyhy gohohohod, shuhuhut uhuhup!!!” you giggled out, prompting your bothers smirk to grow 10x bigger.

“What was that~? Did you just tell me to shut up?? Ohoho, you shouldn’t have said that little [NAME]~… you’re SOOO in for it now~” he said, as he moved one of his hands to your back and the other on your stomach, lining up perfectly with his first one. On top of it all, he buried his face in the crook of your neck started and nuzzling like a cat.

“H-HITOSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!”, you screamed, kicking your legs around wildly. “What is it [NICKNAME]~? Can’t handle a little tickling~?? That’s to bad, cuz now that I have you, you’re NEVER getting out~!”, he spoke into your neck, adding a chuckle at the end. The vibrations sent up your neck to your ear, making you squeak and scream.

“NAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T TAHAHALK!!! I-IT TICK-“ you stopped midway through you sentence, being taken over by a fit of laughter.

If this were the first time your brother had ever tickled you, maybe he would have believed that you were just laughing to hard to speak, but your bother knew you better than that…

“What were you going to say?? It what~? Common, sayyyy it, don’t be shy~!”, he teased, still speaking into your neck, driving you insane.

“NOHOHO! I WOHOHON’T SAHAHAHAY IHIHIT!!!”, you laughed, covering you face with your hands. “*sigh* You leave me no choice [NAME]…” Shinsou said, finally lifting his head from your neck, making his giant smirk evident.

All of the sudden, his hands quickly moved from the two spots he had them in previous to you very highest ribs, almost in you armpit.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HIT-AHAHA!!!”, you shrieked. If you thought you were loud before, you were sorely mistaken.

Your brother’s hands were tasering and squeezing your upper-most ribs, your hands now moved to try and pry off his hands, so he could see you face, and he smiled. You just looked so happy, and that made him happy. He got so raped up in how happy you made him feel that it caught him off guard when your laughter went silent.

He immediately stopped, and you curled in a ball on his lap. He stroked your hair as some left over giggles flew out of you mouth. Once you had recovered, he smiled at you.

“Sorry, I got distracted, I didn’t realize you were reaching your breaking point” he apologized, and you smiled at him. “I-ihit’s okahahay! I didn’t really mind ihit…” you said quietly, a small blush reappearing on you face. “Aww, no need to blush~!”, your bother teased, making you smile slightly. “Sh-shut up!…” you replied, hiding your face in his chest, not wanting him to see how red your face had gotten, knowing he would tease the shit out of you for it.

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, just the two of you, as close as siblings could be. You were happy to be with your brother again…

~BOUNS!!~ (a few weeks later)

You walked up to your brothers room, glad it was finally the weekend again. You hadn’t had the best week, but you were better now.

As soon as you knocked on your brother’s door, he opened it, lifting you up, startling you. “Wahh!! Hitoshi!”, you yelled, clinging on to him as to not fall.

“Hey [NAME], guess what! I talked to Aizawa, and if you want, you could live in the dorm with me!”, he said excitedly. “Holy shit, REALY?! I’ll have to talk to [FRIEND’S NAME], but of course I want to!!”, you exclaimed happily.

The next weekend came, and you had moved in with your brother in the dorm. It took a bit getting used to, but you were so happy! No more hour long bus rides, no more having to wait for the weekends to see your bother, you could just be with him again like when you were younger.

But most notably, you got tickled a lot more!!

꧁༺To be continued??༻꧂

_________________________________________ That was the fic! I hope you enjoyed it! sorry it took so long to get out, but I hope it was worth the wait!! Again, I could do a part 2 if anyone wants, but I won’t unless someone tells me, so do with that information as you will :) That’s all for now! Hope to see you next time, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

#bnha tickles #Mha x reader tickles #mha tickles #tickle fluff #tickling #lee!reader #t-word content #tickle community #:p #hehe :)#Ler!Shinsou #ticklish!reader #Shinsou x ticklish reader

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wixelt · 1 year

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Main thing aside from procrastination stopping me getting on with Hermitphibia is False’s lore. Feel like I need to wait things out before I write more for her & Anne.

...that said, i’ve had this one rattling about my brain for weeks, & recent revelations in the HC-Empires crossover have added to it:

Picture a time in mid-Season 1, before meeting Sasha & Scar, or even Grian. When False is the only Hermit Anne’s met, but definitely after the Snow Day incident.

False’s training of Anne is progressing well. Anne’s natural ability is impressing False, & the teen’s enthusiasm’s keeping things moving. False has even been trying to curb Anne’s less healthy tendencies, though doesn’t yet know their full extent & won’t for some time.

However, one thing False has noticed that’s really getting under her skin is Anne’s growing hero worship of her.

It was subtle at first in a ��cool big sis” way, but its becoming clear Anne Boonchuy’s starting to see “Badass False Symmetry” as something to strive for. Comments made on Snow Day about how she would “never leave anyone to die” aren’t helping at all.

And putting aside False’s personal feelings, Anne’s done things that False recognizes as some of her own shortcomings. Things that have in past & present only caused problems.

And one evening, in the middle of Anne going on about how awesome her teacher is... False snaps.

She rather sharply exclaims that she isn’t some ideal to be looked up to. She might try to do the right thing & she knows her way around combat as if she were born to it, but she’s done things in the past. Bad things.

Things she can’t take back even if they were done with noble intentions, that were Anne to know the full extent of them would erase any ideas she has about False being a good person (i’m thinking both leaving Gem behind in S8 & the whole Empires!False debacle).

This completely throws Anne off as False is basically calling Anne a fool for liking her, & the blonde storms off before she can form a response. Cue an episode’s worth of shenanigans stemming from a crisis happening (maybe Night at the Inn) while both Anne & False are emotionally preoccupied, that’s largely resolved by Anne learning when to do what she views as right rather than following someone else’s moral compass, as well as teaming up with False & proving to the blonde that despite past mistakes, she is a good person at heart.

After this there’s an emotional talk, & False opens up a bit more to Anne about her past & the Hermits. At some point, Anne comments that the Hermits sound like one big dysfunctional but happy family & admits to being an only child. Sprig’s also a part of this conversation for a non-only child’s perspective, & gets a tad too invasive with questions:

“...Soooo, do you have any siblings, False? Um, actual ones, I mean.”

“Sprig!” Anne hissed.

“...One.” False replied quietly, suprising girl and frog alike. “A sister, but...”

False trails off, pulling an almost pained expression, & Anne gets the feeling this is a tricky subject that False isn’t quite ready to talk about with her, so lets it go for now.

Or in IRL terms, i’m waiting for the Twins!False arc to wrap so I can avoid contradictions, though i’m going to assume for clarity’s sake that by the time of the AU the other Hermits have long since discovered pre-S9 False was twin sisters living under one twin’s name, though i’ll avoid outright stating that in case False’s final lore proves to be a little different.

For now, though, the air’s been cleared between teacher & pupil, at least until the next crisis rears its ugly head.

And that’s more or less all i’ve got in the tank, for now. As always, i’ll happily answer any asks should anyone have any off the back of this. :)

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft au #hermitphibia au #falsesymmetry #empires!false #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #amphibia #amphibia au

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themeaningofitall · 10 months

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07/02/2023

This is the last night I’ll be sleeping in my house for some time. Tomorrow morning marks the beginning of my little whimsical adventure. I’m excited, truth be told, though not so much about the seventeen hour drive. On the bright side, I’ve heard it's scenic so there is that. I should hopefully arrive at my destination in the middle of nowhere Wednesday afternoon, if all goes well. For that I’ve spent the last two months procrastinating and thinking about everything I need to do and the past week doing most of that while telling everyone how busy I am. I really hope a change in environment will help me get rid of some negative habits like this one. I should likely have more free time and less distractions than ever before and I plan to take advantage of that. I packed all the books I’ve been wanting to read, all the notes I’ve written in the past year, and several journals. Though I have not decided whether or not I’ll continue with my school studies for the time being.

Everyone I’ve told about this excursion has asked me the same thing. That being why I decided on something like this in the first place. The reasons for having chosen this particular volunteer program were purely practical. The reasons for wanting to leave home however, are much harder to articulate. Dissatisfaction is the simple and safe answer, but beyond that it becomes difficult to say with any accuracy what the cause or causes are. Nonetheless, I feel confident in having made a reasonable choice, and hope that I can come back a little wiser, healthier, and overall a better person.

Lastly, I forgot to renew my license despite having written it in my planner about a dozen times; I really hope that doesn’t come back to bite me. My bags are packed and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m forgetting something, probably because I am. There are several other things I hoped to discuss, but predictably, I don’t have much time to write. I hope I can make up for that in the upcoming week. Until then, Thank you for reading.

#diary #journal #life #my writing #rosereflects

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ghost-town-story · 1 year

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(Hi y’all get to deal with the fact that I’m procrastinating worldbuilding like my life depends on it lmao)

The first thing Isadora noticed was the noise. If she woke early enough, her room was dead silent, but more often than not she would be woken by her mother or Inkanus when they were still alive or by a servant.

But Isadora was very clearly no longer in her own room. There was a constant stream of mechanical beeping and chittering interspersed with a soft sound like shifting papers, and an occasional deep, metallic groan. Isadora was somewhere far from home, and she had no idea how she’d gotten here.

For a moment she wanted to curl up and go back to sleep in the hope that she’d wake up in her own bed the next time. She’d always been a coward, the cautious one, the sister that hid behind her older sibling and let them deal with everything that frightened her. But deep down, Isadora knew that wouldn’t help her current predicament, and she could no longer hide behind Inkanus, so she swallowed down her fear and opened her eyes.

The room was dimly lit by a series of computer monitors, though most of the light was blocked by a dark figure sitting in front of them. Isadora was unable to make out any other details of the room.

The figure shifted, then started suddenly, emanating a series of hissing sounds. A moment later, she spoke. “Oh, I hadn’t realized you’d woken up!”

Using a translator, Isadora filed away in the back of her mind, recognizing the default voice.

“My apologies, just one moment.” She shifted slightly, and after a few seconds, overhead lights turned on, briefly blinding Isadora.

The room she was in looked like the med bays commonly found on Imperial ships, all blinding white walls and shiny metal appliances. Isadora took it all in, wondering just what she was doing in a ship’s med bay of all places, then she turned back to the figure. Now properly lit, Isadora realized she was a [alien], one of the races that lived out in the fringes of the Empire. [more description lol].

“It’s good to see you awake,” the [alien] said. “My name is—” The translator cut out as she emitted a series of varied hissing sounds. “But most call me Syl,” she finished. “Easier for them to pronounce.”

Isadora nodded. “Pleasure to meet you,” she said, hoping her voice wouldn’t shake and give away just how terrified she was. She wished for probably the thousandth time that Inkanus was with her, just so they could take over all the pleasantries and playing nice with strangers. “Where—” Her voice cracked, and she tried to cover it with a little cough. “Where are we?” she asked.

“You are aboard The Artemis,” Syl answered. As she spoke, her tentacles flew across the touchpad of the computer. Isadora couldn’t help but wonder just how she was multitasking so flawlessly. “And we are currently in the Kronn Asteroid Field.”

Isadora blinked. That wasn’t far from home, but it was also supposed to be notoriously dangerous.

“Now, I’ve informed the Captain that you’re awake, so I suppose we’ll be having visitors very soon,” Syl said.

Almost as if on a cue, the door at the end of the room hissed open.

“Or now,” Syl said, the translator turning the words almost deadpan.

The first to enter was a woman Isadora didn’t recognize. She wore her long hair in a low ponytail, and her dark eyes studied Isadora intently as she moved out of the way of the doorway.

The second person, to Isadora’s surprise, was Rossano. He grinned, likely basking in the shock his appearance had made. “Good to see you’re feeling better,” he said.

As he moved further into the room, Isadora couldn’t help her gasp as she caught sight of who was standing behind him. Their name caught in her throat, too scared that saying it out loud would cause them to disappear like they ghost they were supposed to be.

Inkanus crossed the room and sank down on the edge of her bed. “Hi Isa.” They tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Kan.” It was the only part of their name Isadora could force out of her throat, trapped behind disbelief and desire so strong it hurt.

Slowly, as if expecting her to try and pull away, Inkanus wrapped their arms around her and pulled her close. “It’s okay Kezhi,” they whispered, their voice so low that only Isadora could hear. “I’m here now.”

Isadora clutched at their shirt with an iron grip like it would keep them from ever disappearing again, and finally the dam in her throat broke with a shuddering gasp.

#writing #in which i write #snippets #space pirates #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2022

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missstiefel · 2 years

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Victim of Victory

A Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney fanfiction.

Tags: slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, fix-it-fic. drama, humor, angst with a happy ending, implied/referenced self-harm, suicide attempt

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Chapter 3

Laura and Chris stayed in touch after that. They kept messaging each other back and forth, checking up on the other. They talked over the phone at least once a week and Chris became something like a father figure to Laura. A place where she could simply be herself, talk about her insecurities, anxieties, and fears and not be judged.

He never pushed her to talk about anything in particular, but even if she said she didn’t want to talk about something at first, it usually ended up spilling out of her mouth anyway.

She became invigorated and dedicated herself back to her studies. With her newfound motivation it became easier to keep up and she could honestly say that she had fun studying again.

Her personal life lit up again as well. While she still didn’t really talk to her peers, she got comfortable leaving her apartment again. She had even gotten her eye checked out professionally and had a surgery to be able to fit a glass eye in the socket. The scarring around it was still bad but at least it wasn’t inflamed anymore. She looked almost like a normal human being and not like something out of a horror movie again.

The initial surgery had been covered by her insurance and Chris had insisted he paid for the implant, claiming it had been his fault in the first place. And not because he had bitten Max, but rather because he had seen the message on his answering machine but had decided not to listen to it.

In her off-time Laura had taken up weightlifting and boxing. At first it had been simply a way to keep in shape and to build up the necessary muscles for dealing with large animals and livestock but aside from that, her confidence had strengthened again as well. She sometimes wondered if it was an unconscious desire of her mind to gain physical strength as a compensation for her mental break during the winter, but she rejected that idea immediately; she had fun, and that was the main thing.

All things considered Laura was comfortable in her skin. Sometimes a depressive episode would hit, but they weren’t as bad as the first one. The voice at the back of her mind had quietened down and stayed exactly that- a voice at the back of her mind.

Now, her first year at Landis was nearly coming to an end. It was the last week of lectures, and she was frantically searching for an internship position to get some practice hours in over the summer break. So far, she had asked three local vet clinics, but all had turned her application down even though they had sounded more than positive over the phone. She couldn’t help but think that her disfigured face might have been the cause for that.

This was why she was now looking for places in wildlife care, thinking they would be more open to her application since she wouldn’t have to deal with customers there. Her laptop currently displayed the homepage of a wildlife rescue and rehabilitation organization in Baltimore, and she was in the process of jotting down the number when her screen changed with an incoming video-call.

Laura’s face instantly lit up when she saw Chris’ name appear on screen. Without hesitating she accepted and used the time while the call connected to comb her hair with her fingers. A distraction was just what she needed.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Chris. How are you?” He seemed cheery but there was a certain tiredness in his face that wasn’t present in their last video chat.

“Ah, you know, busy preparing for the summer. How are your exams going?”

“Fine, yeah. Nearly finished now. Got two more upcoming ones next week and then I’m off to… somewhere.”

“So, you still haven’t found a place, yet?”

“Nah, but to be honest that’s kind of on me. I was a bit discouraged after the last rejection, so I’ve been procrastinating.” Laura shrugged and wanted to play it off, but her guilt crept up to her regardless.

“Oh well, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it might actually be a good thing.” How was this supposed to be a good thing? Her internship was supposed to start in two weeks, and with her now being forced to look further away from her college, she would have to find a place to stay as well. She could feel her anxiety returning while she was internally freaking out.

She still didn’t know how he did it, but Chris managed to see her teetering on the brink of a panic attack again. So he specified his statement, “Look, with the curse gone the local wildlife at the quarry has begun to flourish again. Which in turn means, that we can add wildlife care back into our camp program. And we would obviously need a qualified counsellor for that. So, maybe I was thinking I could kill multiple birds with one stone by inviting you.”

Laura was flabbergasted. Did she really want to go back there? Her instincts were screaming at her to decline but her logic was pleading to not even think about it. On one hand she would have to face her fears and revisit the place where her sanity had gone out the window but on the other, she would have an actual internship. One where she would be doing more than just brewing coffee and guiding people to their respective treatment rooms.

Don’t let your doubt and insecurities turn you against yourself. You are stronger than this. Her internal debate was rather short-lived, it seemed to be a no-brainer. But she wanted to see where this was going, she wanted to let Chris work for it. He seemed pretty intent on getting her to come back, so she decided to play dumb.

“But if I was to kill birds, how would that be described as wildlife care? Or do you have some kind of avian flu going around that would warrant emergency slaughter?”

He actually seemed taken aback by her sarcasm and did a double take before answering, “Um, I hope you know that it was supposed to be a metaphor. I just thought that since you were looking for a place and I had a spot open, it would benefit us both. Also, Kaylee and Caleb are really looking forward to meeting their saviour. And well, I’d like to see you in person again as well, I guess. And you could spend some time away from college…”

Chris seemed to be aware of his rambling and stopped himself. Laura was too focused on not bursting out laughing that she didn’t register his eyes flying open in a shocked expression, thinking that he might have made things worse.

As soon as she did though, she put him at ease. “Relax Chris, I was joking. Though I would really appreciate not having to kill anything this time around.”

Relieved, he chuckled. “I think we can arrange that. Does it mean you’re saying you’re in?”

“Hell yeah. How could I say no to that?” Laura was aware that she sounded far surer of herself than she felt. She guessed she had some more emotional unpacking to do before the last fibre of her being was on board with the idea.

“Great! Camp starts July 13th, but maybe you’d like to come a few days earlier? I promise I’m not letting Travis arrest you this time.”

“Uhh sure, I’ll let you know as soon as I sorted things out on my end.” She didn’t think his last statement was necessary, though she could appreciate the foresight.

They made some more small talk before Chris had to rush to the door for a delivery he had been waiting on, so they decided to call it a day.

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Laura was rushing home from college with a spring in her step. Her stepfather had just agreed that she could borrow a car for the summer and the time of her internship. Of course, he didn’t know that it would be in North Kill, but then her parents never really knew what happened last summer anyway.

Jogging through the stuffy streets, the slapping of her trainers onto the concrete matching her pounding heart, she couldn’t believe her luck. It seemed like the stars had aligned for her again and she was back on track in her life.

As she got back to her dingy little dorm room to pack up the last of her clothes for the summer, she shot Chris a short text to tell him she’d be there tomorrow evening. Unbeknownst to her, he’d already been sitting on pins and needles because he hadn’t heard a peep from her for the whole week.

Stuff all packed up Laura relaxed back on her couch and put on a random Netflix show. She didn’t pay the TV much heed while she was simultaneously researching the area of North Kill. Something she probably should have already done last summer but had been too lenient to do so.

Concerning the town itself her search wasn’t very fruitful. But there was more than enough information on the local wildlife, albeit mostly the huntable part. That was probably also why she only found information about local diners and pubs.

The Harbinger Motel actually had a decent web presence. Everything the hunters obviously needed were a place to stay, food and alcohol. And prey. God, Max and I should have just gone to the motel.

Before her thoughts could drift off again into the dark abyss that made up the could-have-been, her phone pinged with an incoming text message. Chris affirmed her arrival and invited her to dinner at the lodge.

With that she closed her laptop and went to bed. Tomorrow would be an exhausting yet exciting day.

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You’re the voice in my head when I’m at my weakest

You’re the ache in my chest and I hate to feel this

Hey doubt, there’s no doubt, I’m here to prove you wrong

You’re dead to me now, I’m done living with this doubt

The speakers were blaring loudly while Laura drove into the forests of North Kill. Carefree and on the top of her voice she sang along to the lyrics of ‘Doubt’ by Through Fire. The perfect song to quieten down her raging subconscious thoughts.

You place your hands around my neck

And now I feel you stealing every breath

As you’re telling me what I’m never gonna be

But in the end, you’d be nothing more than a memory in time

When I say goodbye

As the trees grew denser around the road Laura was currently driving on, her phone slowly but steadily lost connection. Thankfully, she had planned ahead this time and marked the position of Hackett’s Quarry on her map.

With a little sense of direction finding the Quarry was a piece of cake this way. She parked next to Chris’ car in front of the lodge but stayed seated to gather her scattered belongings and finish listening to the current song of her playlist.

She just got out of her car and made her way to the trunk when another car pulled up alongside hers.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Even if the lights fixed to the cars roof weren’t proof enough, the word sheriff written in bold letters on the side was like a slap in the face.

Laura had absolutely no intention of running into the sheriff on her first day in North Kill. Or ever. Yes, she supposed it wouldn’t have been possible to evade him for her whole stay. He was Chris’ brother after all.

But him being the first person she crossed paths with? Again? It was like a fucking déjà-vu. A morbid, infernal repeat of events past. What was she going to do now?

She decided to give him the cold shoulder. Do not talk to him at all. She wasn’t so sure she could remain calm if she talked to him. She didn’t want to embarrass herself by accidentally cussing him out in front of his brother. She was supposed to be above that by now.

But something in the back of her mind nagged her that there was a much bigger chance of her spilling all her recent breakdowns and insecurities. And there was just no way she would give Travis Hackett the satisfaction of seeing her carefully re-curated façade crumble.

So, without further ado she grabbed the duffel and made her way up the stairs. In the broad daylight the front porch looked far less intimidating than she remembered. She’d almost say cosy if it weren’t for the memories of her last visit.

Before she even got the chance to knock on the door, a deep and well-known voice called out behind her.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? This is private property.”

So much for the slight chance of the sheriff being replaced by someone else.

Closing her eyes and mentally bracing herself for the inevitable, she feebly lifted her fist to knock on the door.

“Ma’am!” before she could rap her knuckles against the wood, he interrupted her again. “I’m talking to yo-“

He immediately broke up as she spun around. Laura was surprised that he was far closer to the stairs than she had anticipated. But it gave her a clear view of his face. He looked baffled.

“Cat got your tongue?”

So much for giving him the silent treatment. His face still triggered a flight or fight response that Laura was unable to resist. Since fleeing didn’t work, she would just have to engage. Just don’t say anything stupid.

‘’Miss Kearney,” he pursed his lips as his face went back to a neutral expression. “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t see why that would be any of your business.” snapped Laura. It was familiar territory.

Surprisingly he relented, “You’re right. It’s not.” The fuck? Travis Hackett has a conscience all of a sudden? “Doesn’t mean I won’t ask again.” Or maybe not.

While he stared relentlessly at her, she held his gaze as good as she was able to. It wasn’t much but she had to stand her ground. To evade the uncomfortable position he has her trapped in, she turned back around and knocked on the door.

She was invited after all. As soon as he opened the door, Chris would tell Travis politely to get lost since he had company.

She counted the seconds in her head because while she heard footsteps from inside the house, she also heard the sheriff advancing on the stairs behind her. Just as Travis reached the top of the stairs, a cheerful Chris opened the door. Thank God.

“Laura! It’s so good to see you.” Before she could reply he wrapped her in a fierce bear-hug. As he released her, he adjusted the kitchen towel draped over his shoulder and turned to his brother. “Perfect, now that everybody’s here, dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Come on in!”

“Wait,” Laura and Travis exclaimed simultaneously. Warily, Laura glanced back at Travis. He looked as confused as her. For a split second their eyes met before she averted hers to the floor. As she turned back towards Chris, she found he had already disappeared back to the kitchen probably.

With a gentle shove Travis ushered her further inside so he could close the door behind him. Without another word he snatched the duffel bag out of her hand and brushed past her into the large dining area where he unceremoniously deposited it on a bench.

Not knowing what else to do with herself, Laura followed him cautiously. As she glanced around the vast area, she couldn’t help but wonder how she got to this point in the first place. Nope, no, don’t go there.

To divert her thoughts from going back in time, she fixed her sights on the sheriff who had gone to sit at one of the tables. He was still in uniform -as if he owned anything else- and he looked as grumpy as ever. Chris obviously hadn’t told him she’d be here either.

As if he knew she was looking at him, he looked up. “So, how has life treated you?” Laura tried to fill the uncomfortable silence with small talk and to avert him from her staring at him.

As an answer he raised an eyebrow. Working his jaw, he thought about a reply. “Can’t complain. Though I have to say it’s refreshing to have someone else judge me again.” He offered sarcastically.

Wow, was that an insult wrapped in a compliment?

“You know what? Never mind. Sorry I asked.” Civil was definitely not a word that could be associated with Travis Hackett. But he wasn’t the reason she was here, so she’d just have to bear him until he left. She was here for a reason, and she wouldn’t let a creepy cop stop her from achieving her goals.

Thinking about her practice hours gave her the courage she needed to face the upcoming hour. This summer she was going to leave the past in the past and forge ahead. Just like she used to. Chris made sure of that, and he had promised to keep Travis at bay though she seriously questioned his methods.

As if summoned by her thoughts, she heard Chris approaching and announcing, “Dinner is ready!”

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