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hey, i just wanna make sure this will be okay with you! i wanna send in a request where the reader has HEAVY symptoms of/like borderline personality disorder and farmhouse!ellie helps and understands, etc!! because ive shown ALOT of symptoms of it, but i haven’t been able to go to doctors about it :( i am totally down with helping you with this request (only if you are comfortable doing this!)
(anyone who’s sees this, pls DONT take offense to this and please don’t have a go at me (cause it won’t end well, & obviously, it will just send me in to a deeper and darker hole, that im already in!!) and to this kind human who’s writing this!! just be kind, im currently experiencing this for such a long ass time now and it’s such a tough battle, and it’s a heavy and deep journey).
here’s some topics i can help with:
(this is what i experience personally)
- splitting // seeing someone or something (like a situation) either good or bad, it can NEVER be seen in between). this makes asking for advice or reading someone or the situation to be dealt with A LOT more harder… cause i only want one answer, it can be in the middle. it MUST be a yes or no, i hope that makes sense?
- dissociation // feeling disconnected with your senses, can’t tell which is which and it’s incredibly hard to snap out of it.
- heavy feelings of emptiness // having a lack of purpose in general, it’s irritating when you can’t properly and very physically feel your intense emotions :(
- fear of abandonment // scared of ending up alone, just like what ellie said (that’s what ellie and reader can bond over w? or understand about the reader).
- emotional instability - disturbed patterns of thinking or perception – "cognitive distortions" or "perceptual distortions" impulsive behaviour. intense but unstable relationships with others.
- paranoid ideation // when im constantly scared or suspicious being secretly followed, plotted against, always in a constant state of deep anxiety.
- unstable/intense relationship // with me experiencing such intense emotions, etc. this can creat so much short, unstable and intense relationships with anyone i come across in life. // the readers first actual long healthy loving relationship with ellie is her first :(
- sh behaviors… (pls dont do this, if this triggers you)
could you possibly add in about ellies drawings/journal about the reader and bpd… to help her understand and help around the farmhouse for the reader. ellie and tlou helps me so much in so many ways. (abt me and my mind) bc i feel like her drawing about reader and the symptoms/memories of ellie being here can help me so much :)
𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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a/n: I tried to touch on topics that you mentioned and with information I'm aware of since I have a friend with bpd, if anyone has a problem with this, do let me know, I am in no means writing this to be disrespectful or stereotypical, I just hope someone is able to find comfort in this :)
cw: arguments, mentions of sh (i will mark when it shows up), joel is dead in this (sorry joel)
apocalyptic!au
At first, having to hide your disorder from Ellie was a struggle. There was an intense fear that came with the idea that Ellie would back off as soon as she found out it. It was hard enough to mask the feeling, and even harder when you felt the symptoms that ruined previous relationships ooze into your current one with Ellie. Eventually, you just couldn't hide it anymore. You had to be honest even if rejection was a likely path.
"Ellie, I really need to talk to you." It'd come out in a burst of impulsiveness, no longer being able to keep it from her. From where you were laying on her lap, you'd straighten, looked down, besides her, anywhere where you didn't have to face her.
"What's up?" She'd be looking at you intently, with the shine in her eyes that showed she was curious as to what was to come and her voice gentle, as she naturally was with you.
"I really can't hold it together anymore, I struggle." You paused, didn't everyone? The words felt thick in your throat. You continued after cleaning your throat. "Mentally, 'm pretty sure it's borderline personality disorder, and theres no way to help it." Ellie stared at you, expressionless, waiting for you to continue. "It's always been there, before you, these past few weeks, and when I'm alone. I feel so trapped, Ellie." Everything you said came out rushed, in raspiness, in choked sobs that this was the end of a relationship that could've been something better in your life. "I'm not okay and I'm probably not something you want to deal with." You didn't think she wanted more baggage in this already ruined world.
Ellie didn't speak. Were you too honest? Were you too blunt? Too clingy in such a short time? What was wrong with you? A second passed by with you left in thought. "Oh, baby." Ellie pulled you in, letting you breathe in the slight dirt scent that lingered on her shirt.
She held you for awhile, allowing your tears to ease into falters before speaking again. She pulled away, her hands on your cheek, wiping the last of your tears. "You've never felt like someone I've had to deal with. Disorder or not, I'm going to stay with you, okay?"
Incredible doubt still filled your mind, her words seeming to just sink into you and not touch where it mattered. "What if you realize I'm not worth it? What if you leave? I can't handle that Ellie." You said in almost a whisper, her love was too good to be true, everyone always left when they found out the reality of your behaviors and emotions.
"You're worth more than you realize, baby. I promise you, as long as you need me, I'll always need you. We're going to do this and learn together." She'd caress your cheek, calming you with the sensation of her touch. "And besides, I'm just as scared of losing you." She'd give you a slight smile followed by a kiss on the cheek to lighten the mood. Ellie wouldn't dare make you feel like something she'd have to "deal" with. After your first mention, she picked up books from Jackson to further look into it.
Even if you knew the farm was strayed away from any communities, and it was very unlikely that any infected would stray towards the farm, the anxiety swelled up in you. It was so easy to lose Ellie and everything you've grown together, just by a simple mistake of overestimating your safety. It happened often when you'd hear a noise at night and couldn't sleep, saw something move quickly in the corner of your eye, or even when Ellie was gone for too long. Your fear would turn into forms of skin picking and eventually lead into panics that induced loss of breath and worry. Ellie, of course, did her best to help you through these panics.
You hated bothering Ellie with how you felt, but you promised her you'd be more open and try to be communicative instead of shutting off when something was happening. You kept hearing it, the clicking noise that was going to cause your death any second now.
"Ellie," you whispered, rocking her arm a bit to wake her. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed in sudden wake. Her green eyes looked pretty hazy, but she quickly rose when she saw the shakiness your body was in.
" 's the noise again, baby?" She leaned to her side to pick up her glass of water, offering it to you. Supposedly, fresh water was supposed to cool the body, along with the scent of herbs. Ellie had you trying natural supplements while she found a trader who had medication. All you could form was a simple nod after you drank from her water, your throat burning from anxiousness.
That was all Ellie needed to understand what to do. It'd happened before, and she was glad you woke her up this time. Ellie scootched closer to you, allowing your head to fall on her lap. There was no way to block the noise but to fill the silence.
Ellie took it upon herself to play with your hair, leaving tingles all across your head, and singing for you, songs she created, songs she found, songs Joel had sang for her. She filled the room with her voice to block the outside noises that burdened their mark in your mind. " 's gonna be okay, baby." Her sensation eventually soothed you. Even on rough nights, she didn't give up on helping you.
With BPD, there were empty days, days where you couldn't reciprocate anything, days where everything seemed challenging, it wasn't something you felt you could do. Completing any farm task became a haze. You mentally weren't present in the day. The things you could do seemed to be done messily, which made your helplessness feel even worse.
You knew it was time to get up, time to water the plants, fetch the clothing from the line, and prepare lunch, but you couldn't. If you tried in a state like this, everything would go bad and end up sending you into spiral. Ellie's words passed through your mind. " 'ts alright babe, only do what you can, when you can." She made sure to tell you it was okay, but you still felt useless tucked into bed while she was out hunting and fetching things from Jackson.
You decided to go downstairs and start on some laundry. It's the least you could do to stay organized at such a time. Ellie had been gone for a while now, the hallow feeling inside you carved deeper each moment you felt the absence of her. She couldn't fix you, but the knowledge that she was around made it the tiniest bit better.
A load of laundry was done when you decided to just get back in bed. There was no use fighting what was inevitable. Time passed as if you were watching a train, you weren't moving, but time surely was. You spent the rest of the day wating for Ellie, growing impatient in the increasing grayness.
While looking at the window, the sound of a door rattling burst your train of thought. Ellie's voice of letting you know she was home was faint. Would she notice that today was an off day? Would she be as caring as the other days? You heard her making her way upstairs momentarily.
The moment she walked in, she glanced at you and spoke with a gentle tone, pushing you into a cloud. "Hey baby, how're 'y holding up?" She continued around the room to change, leaving herself in a tank top and pj shorts. Your silence spoke volumes, you just couldn't respond. Your voice didn't want to be heard, it felt trapped in your throat. You nodded at her, making eye contact as reassurance you weren't mad, just drained.
Ellie grew understanding of these times, whether they lasted for days to weeks, she was there. She got into bed with you, seeking your warmth for a little while before she had to make dinner. She knew you didn't take care of yourself properly these days, so it was most obvious that she'd be right at your service, asked or not.
Arguments were not a likely thing to happen, but that didn't remove the possibility of it. Sometimes, you just couldn't help the feelings that bubbled up and were unstoppable. It came from stress, irritation, or just something Ellie said that sounded off putting. This part was the hardest for Ellie to communicate through, as she has her own communication issues; However both of you shared a fear factor of being abandoned. This alone gave the courage to work through the outbursts. Hard to handle, but ultimately manageable. (Tw for sh starts here, head to next section to skip)
Ellie had traded some time ago for pills, they were supposed to stabilize your mood, they really just made you unable to think as much and light headed. It wasn't the best medication, but it's as far as a post-apocalyptic world could provide. At first you took them daily as suggested, but when you learned Ellie had given one of her knives joel had crafted before he died, immense guilt filled you everytime you took one or even looked at them. The thought Ellie gave up something so special for you, made you nauseous.
In guilt of her action, you "forgot" to take them for several days, possible weeks. You thought if you were less dependent on them, Ellie wouldn't have to trade something like that again. What didn't cross your mind was Ellie noticing the difference of you on and off the meds. She noticed the way your irritation and mood swings became intense, noticed the way you pushed her away more often. The truth would come crashing down once the both of you made a wrong tone.
You were putting away dishes when Ellie approached you. "Tommys' invited me over tomorrow, said he's gonna talk to me about something." You usually wouldn't be annoyed at Ellie's absence but she'd hardly been home all week and you felt discarded. "Okay." Was all you could form in a rude tone. The actions of you putting away the glasses became unconsciously harsher. "Okay?" Ellie eyed you. You gave her a look and continued with the dishes.
The silence rung in your ear, you felt hot, the warmth crawling up your neck. Before you realized, a glass shatterd on the floor and made you wince. You cursed under your breathe while Ellie spoke out. "What the fuck is up with you?" Her eyebrows were furrowed and her tone was slightly impatient. "Nothins' up." You made your way to the kitchen doorway to grab a broom. "Look, I can't be doing this." You heard Ellie sigh. "You're gonna have to speak up." You hated the way your heart felt so heavy, you didn't want to "speak up", you wanted everything to end already.
You turned to look at her. "I know about the pills, Ellie." Ellie looked like she had an arrow of shock hit her. You continued to speak after a moment. "I don't want to take them if it means you'll be sacrificing things like that."
Ellie was biting the inside of her cheek, her face looking frustrated above anything. "I don't want to exhaust you any longer, I can't do it to you, Ellie." You stared at her for any signs of reading how she felt. No effort could ever tell you what she was thinking. "What's done is done, just take the fucking pills." Her tone seemed increasingly harsh. "No, Ellie, I don't want to burden you any longer."
"You've already become a fucking burden, 's too late to worry about that now." Your heart dropped. Out of everything she could've said, you never thought it'd come to that. You could tell she regretted it by the way she gasped and immediately started attempting to apologize, but you couldn't anymore. You had already began to run up the stairs into the bathroom, your mind ringing with her words. If you were a burden, it'd be better to stay in there and rot away.
You were left alone in the bathroom with your thoughts, alone with your hidden "safety" kit, if you could call a box that held such a harmful purpose, safe. But it's okay because this never left you, this was always there for you. It would just be this time you told yourself; you needed the comfort.
You knew how to clean up well, the only way Ellie would notice is if she really looked. She would probably check, considering she knew your destructive behavior. You wish you could feel pity over yourself for relapsing, but it just felt so numbing, It took no effect.
A sudden knock frightened you as you scrambled to put away all your materials. "Baby, will you please come out." You didn't know how to respond. Now that she was here, you knew how disappointed she'd be about what you did. Not telling her wasn't an option, you'd feel like a liar. "You're not a burden babe, I promise you you're not." She sounded stuffy as if she'd been crying. You couldn't ignore her for long, simply unlocking the door as an invitation.
Ellie quickly opened the door and brought you into a hug. You didn't hug back, but she understood. You stood there wondering if she'd hate you. Would she finally let you go? No, you couldn't keep doing this to yourself. You let yourself sink in her arms, crying. Her words are the last thing you remembered for the next days that passed like a fever dream. "I love you, my angel."
You never understood how quickly Ellie was able to adapt to your mania and depressive episodes. It was quite a lot to deal with and retain. You never understood until you found her journal she'd left out. You were cleaning up the table as your eyes found their way to her open words and drawings. She had thoughts, lists, notes about what was okay, not okay, what helped you, what hadn't. It was awfully sweet, she really cared and it showed. You didn't know how you manged to make her your girlfriend, her beauty and love always made your heart flutter.
Ellie once asked you to be the star of her nude drawing, as hesitant as you were, you trusted her with all your insecurities. She never showed you the drawing though, not until you came across it yourself. She portrayed your body lovingly, the curves of your skin rolled naturally, your stretch marks defining the growth you've gone through, your scars drawn fluidly. Did she really picture you like this? Did she really think you were this worth drawing for? Your heart felt warm, knowing this was how she thought of you.
The other drawings were full of you doing activities, playing with a stray cat that lingered your farm for a few months, watering the plants, petting the sheep, dancing with music, and laying on the grass. Every moment you could picture with her was sketched right in front of you.
Along the pages, there were separate sections that divided different things about your bpd.
What makes it worse
Being too touchy when she's irritated
The smell of cinnamon (oddly specific)
The pink pills
When a straight answer isn't given
What helps
Occasional weed usage (don't overuse !!)
Baths (most of the time)
The texture of her favorite sweater ( W symbol)
Treating her gentle (not too gentle)
Things to mention (that might help)
The new pill
Herbs for sleeping tea
New hobbies
Music record I found
Chore separation (on a normal day)
E- Herding sheep, hunting, fetching supplies, organizing imports
R- washing clothes, watering plants, hunting, feeding sheep
Both- Making food, cleaning, looking out for infected
surprise plans
Candlelit picnic dinner while watching meteor shower (Wednesday)
sensual massage ;)
bath with the relaxant oils I found
dancing to the record she liked but we broke (found another)
giving her the ring
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qcomicsy · 1 year
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It's like, red and blue and blood and tears.
And potential and hurt and trust.
It's the way Wade looks at him and the way Peter laughs. It's on this little moments of free fall, its on the eternity before the trust. The repression and doubt.
And how justified they are on the feeling of it. It's how Wade deserves to love and be loved and how much giving Peter can be, how much little he permits himself to take.
And how easy Wade would give everything.
It's how Wade would never dare to ask and how Peter prohibited himself in considering.
It's on how loyal Deadpool is and the how terrified Spider-Man feels about this, because he knows it.
Deadpool is this big bruise shining and open for whoever wants to see. It's his "I am here, I'm alive despite every thing I'm alive I'm human. Im bleeding and my heart still beats".
And in his blood Peter sees his reflection.
Deadpool, loud and brave representing every single sin that Peter never dared to commit, never dared to even look at. Because if you look to the abyss the abyss looks back at you.
It's how Spider-Man is larger than life, having his name going from mouth to mouth, on journals and papers and the living proof that a symbol can be as much about justice and freedom and loved. And how Wade since the moment he was born begged and crawled, yearning for love, to be loved.
Is how maybe, maybe if life were kinder if he were stronger if he tried again, maybe a single time he could be everything Spider-Man represents, he could finally have every aspect that man's life.
And then could stand proud too. He could be larger than life, this time with something good to show to the world.
It's how in the end they're just distorted mirrored reflections of eachother. It's not the truth and it never will be.
Peter saw Wade, but he never actually looked at him and Wade adores Spider-Man but it's so so scared about facing Peter Parker.
Its on how Spider-Man took his mask and Wade run away.
How they have the same jokes, quips and smiles and fit so well together that everytime they see eachother they have to remove themselves from the situation before is too late. Too deep. Before the joke end and the thruth shows and oh god they're just two men, staring at each other, talking with each other, looking at eachother and they can't even bare to figure that thought.
It easy to be angry, it's easy to look away and it's easy to blame Spider-man supposed self righteousness and Deadpool well known chaos, than for a single time in their entire lives since the moment they met each other, they consider – even for a second – everything it is and everything it could be.
They can't.
They wish they coould.
So they fight, they joke, and eventually one of them leaves.
"There's no space for me in his life and there's no space for him in mine".
What a load of bullshit.
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rianafying · 2 months
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i’m starving and i’m hungover and i’m in trouble. my sd card got corrupted and i might lose all the work i’ve done in january, which is a LOT of work. i just need to talk to my friends. the timing is bad because they’re either at work or asleep rn. i’m about to throw up.
it’s fine i reached them, after they woke up. spoke to friends, i feel better emotionally. but worse physically because it’s been so long since i’ve had some food. any food. there’s so much shit i need to buy but no money to buy them. i’m scared that one of these days i’ll have to resort to ebegging. i don’t want to do that. because im not even doing that bad but i feel terrible. and im prone to heavily catastrophizing every situation im faced with. somehow i have linked this sd card failure to the downfall of my career that i have worked so hard to build. if you dont have catastrophizing anxiety, you dont know what it feels like to imagine every single worst possible outcome and believe it to be true. but somehow throughout my life, it has been. what i feared kept coming true. but fearing it and being paralysed by it, didn’t help my case. apparently it’s in my brain chemistry to do this and also to have chronic pain. apparently there’s something wrong in my hypothalamus, pituitary gland, amygdala, hippocampus, and prefrontal cortex. they’re are all fucked up and feel wayyy more pain than is ever necessitated. i feel like im spiralling out of control at a faster rate than i can reel it back in. for most of my life ive been getting wounded more than i could heal. and now im limping my way through life, and hating almost every second of it despite trying so hard not to.
i had a full breakdown today, worse than other breakdowns. i feel super defeated. people are being nice to me. somehow that is making me feel even worse. things keep going wrong. there is no escaping tragedy.
day 3 of this same journal entry. i’m officially out of money. even my coins. i have a little bit of usd in my absolute emergency fund, but i really don’t want to have to touch that. i have a week to go before i get paid a bit of money. which will still not be enough because i had to use afterpay to buy some necessary stuff at kmart, and now i have to pay it back. things rlly are tough out here. thinking i should not fix my laptop and instead spend that money like normal. like use it to get by nicely for a while. then what? at what point will i be able to get a real regular job? i found out for sure this month that i can’t make it to work on 25% of days due to my illness. so what work could i do. rlly upset about losing the images on my sd card. i haven’t permanently lost them yet, but, it’s far too expensive to recover. i was considering recovering the data when im in bangladesh but i dont think id trust the data recovery service in dhaka anyway. they’ll probably fail at the task and also ruin my card. things are so wrong rn. my microwave, my pan, my passport, my myki, my financial situation, the burnt skin on my face, my psoriasis and arthritis, my hair situation, my multiple severe nutritional deficiencies and chronic pain, my various mental illnesses, my awful dirty room, my inability to work on any, let alone every, one of these problems. i just get paralysed and bed rot for days. this is officially too much for me. it’s too many things to deal with. i’m not built for even half of this. how can i give up without like kms, like what’s another way to give up? because bed rotting isn’t cutting it. i could really use some help. when i asked for help, my uncle said to visit my friend in sydney, or to visit bangladesh, neither of which is going to actually help my situation, because ill be miserable regardless of where i am, until my problems have been resolved. and both of these things are expensive as fuck, like, what’s a girl supposed to do. i don’t wanna go on a $200 trip to sydney when my sd card requires a $400 data recovery. that’s just the tip of the iceberg that is my situation.
no amount of talking to people, or going on trips is going to solve my problems. which is painful for me to say because i’ve been dying to do something fun for once. not that i don’t have fun in melbourne i do, but that’s cause i try to enjoy work, and romanticise the life i already have. and because im not yet a local local, i can still experience melbourne like a tourist. with fresh eyes. anyway, yeah, im deleting bumble because its stupid, let’s be real im never gonna go on a date w a strangers plus i dont even respond to people because im obviously not ready to actually give this a chance. not yet at least. costar says i let my need for stability stunt relationship growth. but i’m okay with that, or at least i would be if i had any stability. right now i feel like i have the short end of every stick. no it feels like i have no stick at all. the universe or god or whatever is out there is giving me a huge middle finger and laughing at my suffering.
they say that i’m overthinking or that even if there is a problem there’s a solution. what’s the solution to not having enough money to solve my problems? by the time i might have money, these problems will have caused critical damage. what’s the solution to the weight i carry around from never feeling safe or loved my whole entire life. what’s the solution to the mother shaped void in my heart. what’s the solution to the fear of losing my sibling and friends. i cope, and i deal, but it never really goes away. even now as i’ve hit my weekly rock bottom, i’m trying to list things to be grateful for, to see the glass as half full. but i can’t lie, the glass is not half full. i’ve been running on a nearly empty tank for as long as i can remember. even if i somehow manage to get my tank full, there’s like holes in it that can never be permanently patched. i destroy everything i touch, i let down everyone i know, and i keep getting chances. i don’t need another chance. i need a break. i don’t want to prove myself, unless it is to prove that i fail.
i’m told that the broader focus of my life during this time is to clear away built-up structures that have been holding me back. excess is not always abundance. i’m supposed to decide what's worth keeping and what to pass up. apparently my sense of well-being relies on my willingness to seize new opportunities, which is a commendable move for someone who will only settle for all or nothing. “use this moment to streamline your aesthetic by getting rid of excess that no longer gives you pleasure.” this could not be more on the nose. fine i’ll pack some stuff up and head drop it in a donation bin. it will clear up some space in my room too. this might be good. give me some literal and also mental space to work with. also on the nose is “make sure you're not doing that thing where you over-intellectualize your experience, and then convince yourself that you know all the laws of the universe.” okay i get it. thank you for spelling it out for me. maybe now i will finally listen. i’m certainly being spied on. most of life is out of my control but i choose joy.
i couldn’t attend the invasion day protest today because i was on the phone talking a loved one out of killing herself. i shouldn’t feel guilty, it’s not like i had a choice in that scenario. i’m told that in most scenarios, there is no such thing as “fault”. if my goal was to shift blame, i could use all the words in the world to make myself innocent, but that’s not what i want, that’s not what i’m familiar with.
i think that maybe i would like to have a fresh start. i dont know what a fresh start would even look like. to go back in time a couple of years? how many years? at what point was it fresh? go back to when i was born? be born to different people? be a different person? a fresh start to me would be one in which so much is different from how my life is right now, that i don’t know how it would even be mine. this is who i am, all the terrible things that make up, well, me. and a fresh start wouldn’t be me, or it wouldn’t be fresh. i’m stale and im crusty, to the core of my being.
maybe i just need to go on a walk.
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cherryredstars · 4 months
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Hey cherry so I saw your 1k prompt and I saw the AU and I wanted to ask if you have an idea on it already or if those are for the people to make an idea.but im going to make my idea/request. You can don’t have to use it if you already have an idea and it was just a slot for it but I hope you enjoy my idea about it! 😌 im sorry if you do have a idea for your au! (famous au)
so what about famous!Miguel x shy!FMreader ?
so like reader is just a normal girl who work overtime for some extra money and who is really shy person but isn’t shy when it come to some random. but if it some person she know like a friend or a crush she completely stutter, stumble, flustered.But who doesn’t know and isn’t into the media life and all (I’m MYSLEF isn’t in the media life so much, so I don’t know many thing 😭)so like when one day reader was coming home late from work because of some customer having some issues.and Miguel was just walking around (in his disguise of course) and saw reader was running away somewhere.(well she wasn’t she was just afraid about being kidnapped) and she was running completely forgot that she drop her journal that(let say she keep a notebook/diary about her life and her delu 🤭) and she drop it, which Miguel was there and saw it and saw her running but Miguel got the diary and was yelling at her that she drop something.in which, reader just got more scared and started to run more faster because of fear.and which Miguel started running towards her trying to give her notebook, in which, reader was screaming about her being kidnapped and was calling him a kidnapper and werido and telling Miguel to leave her alone. In which, Miguel was running out of breath (trying to catch up) continue to yell at her for thinking about that, while running towards.(in which Miguel would definitely say this because he be so shocked because he usually able run faster then his fans which are hella fast…) “but this girl is a whole new speed”… as Miguel was panted he was able to catch a glimpse of her when the light bulb hit her body and face while she was continuing running.
few day after that incident (I suck 😭 at time skip) Miguel couldn’t get that stupid incident about that weird girl and her saying about him being a “kidnapper and a weirdo” which those words were repeated in his head and which he was just sighing and pissed off, and to the thought of one of his fans think about that and saying thing like “who does that women creo que ella es!… IM NOT NO kidnapper!” (Trans: ‘think she is’) as Layla will be right there listening to his problems like as if she is a therapist and not his personal informers (you can choose about what Miguel would be if he was a famous person🫣 I want to be surprised but kinda he like he will be a actor or model 🤭) as he continue to runt about the incident and which is Layla is having a ‘i don’t really know what is happening or why Miguel would care face or idc/idk kinda of face’ which Miguel just grunted as himself for acting like Layla was in this situation. Which layla would be putting a hands on his shoulder and patting it as she say towards Miguel “maybe your just into her*chuckle as she look at Miguel face changed from pissed and annoyed, into a shocked and angry/concerned face* what!! ISNT my fault that you keep talking about this girl you met while we’re looking for you?!” as she shrugged as she walked away from his office. As Miguel was about to say to Layla but Layla interrupted “hey I know your going to called me insane but that is called love Miguel so don’t be a grumpy person…. Also you got meeting with ### and five more after that so get ready for it and ….. our least favorite thing we both hate celebrity meetings or fundraisers meetings and fans meeting”(ok I think Miguel would be a actor or a model icon idk 🤷‍♀️). in which Miguel throw his head back and pinch his nose as he grunted of just HOW long it take just for the event but today he just sigh as he saw Layla left his office, As he grab reader notebook as he open the pages as he read the note as it tell where she work, lived and how much money she saving and how a mess the place is. and there is where Miguel mission to give the girl there notebook back … but not today.
meanwhile, reader in her apartment looking like a maniac trying to finds her notebook which has everything she loves and important, what to do if she forgot. “GOSH WHERE IS MY notebook” as she sigh as she got ready.fast. As she ran down the stairs as she didn’t have time to get on the elevator as she ran towards her works.finally. She made it and she was a panted mess, sweating pool of mess, and running out of air as she just made it just in time. As she just put on her apron (coffee worker) as she stared to make orders.while working with her on her best friend Peter b Parker and Jessica.
peter B Parker- “oh isnt the our sweet heart late” Jessica- “not late peter and stop teasing her about that she made just in time”
which reader she just flustered at Peter words and pouted at being almost late as reader nudged her arm towards to Peter and said “sh-s-..shut up! I-I was looking for m-my notebook” in which peter was chuckle about how cute she look but not as cute to like his MJ. *time skip* because I’m losing my motivation on this request and I’m losing on how to explain 🫠🤡
Miguel ( in his disguise which Layla made it look so believable) and reader met again and Miguel didn’t know that reader was shy or just really nervous when come to dude who look attractive (I mean who wouldn’t 🥱LIKE HELLO? I would 100%) and Miguel thought that she knew he identity and was one of his fans girl. In which reader apologizes for staring at him and wasn’t replying and for the stutter . Reader-“I’m s-s sss sorry! tha-nk you S-so much! Sir !! how can I reply you” which Miguel thought it was cute so a girl who called him a kidnapper and a weirdo is this polite and stutter a lot.
nsfw? (You don’t have to put this idea in if you don’t want): so imagine a scenario(there dating and it was late in the night) with Miguel is sitting on the couch and reader decided to sit in his lap as there watch a horror movie as it was Miguel day off. And which reader kept moving in his lap every time something make a sound which Miguel was chuckle at her cuteness but she kept moving around his crotch around which was making his d$&k hard. Well because she was just wearing shorts and just his long sleeve sweater while on his lap and miguel can feel her Clothed pu$&y, and Miguel kept pushing her off that area but reader kept moving around there which reader didn’t know. Which Miguel had putting his hands on reader waist as reader turn to face him with a confused/cute face at Miguel…and which miguel wanted to fu&k her there. Well of course he did!🤭
HEY again cherry you don’t have to do this request/ idea for famous au again I don’t want you to feel pressured by this long request (again😭 I suck at revising) ALSO CONGRATS ON HITTING 1k FOLLOWERS YOU DESERVE IT ANYWAY 🫶🗣️
Fluff/smut? Grumpy cat personality x sweet innocent bunny personality basically😮‍💨 kink idk dom, teasing, (reader is not a virgin but haven’t been touched at all since idk) you can make her a virgin though 🤭
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tordenvejr · 2 years
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hi vic glad to see you back on tumblr! if you feel inclined to give advice, i was wondering if you had any relating to panic attacks and severe anxiety. im already on multiple medications and in therapy but my anxiety is completely out of control. i almost went to the ER today because i thought i was having a heart attack which makes no logical sense. my anxiety is very physical and any physical discomfort triggers it and i panic and think im dying. it makes leaving the house really scary because im worried i’ll have a panic attack. do you have any wisdom you’re willing to share with me?
thank you very much 🧡 i'm only dipping my toes back in social media, but i'll be back later (-:
introduce more peace. it's okay if the anxiety and even the panic attacks persist as you introduce more peace, do it still.
introducing peace can look like:
• gratitude journaling (training your mind to open to positive outcomes and things to feel appreciation for at safe within, and helping your body get more familiar with feelings of ease and calm.
• walks in nature (moving the body in any way that is possible for you helping to process stuckness and fear, fresh air for clarity, the presence of the natural world for peace)
• creating a dedicated bedtime routine (even if you can't sleep when you go to bed out of anxiety, having a set time that you are in bed helps the body to relax and a set routine gives more familiarity and sense of safety. this could be: turn on your fairy lights, read a book, watch asmr, listen to guided meditation, audio book, take a warm rinse)
• making meditation a definitive part of your day, and not only when the anxiety has kicked in, but before ideally, daily (guided meditation for relaxation, anti anxiety hypnotherapy, mindfulness meditation, loving kindness meditation)
• parasympathetic breathing (there's visual guides to this on youtube, this helps bring your body out of its fight flight freeze state and into the present moment with more grounding and peace)
when anxiety or panic comes identify where you are on a scale from 1-10, 10 being the most uncomfortable and intense. then tap below your eyes on both sides of your face with a light touch, repeating one or all of these: "even though i am anxious i love and accept myself", "even though i am panicking i love and accept myself", "even though i am scared i love and accept myself". continue until the number has increased to be manageable.
finally, potentially in therapy, explore what you're afraid of. what is it that scares you? where does it come from, when did it begin? what specific situation does it come up in if any? map any patterns.
wishing you much strength 💓
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Autobiography
Hi, my name is Zeus Tocmo I'm 18 years old I was born in Davao City, Currently I'm here in Lancaster Imus Cavite. I'm grade 12 students HUMSS strand
I'm the youngest among the Three siblings, I'm the only boy, also Im the one that have a bad behavior but I'm good boy especially to those my friends.
My Goal in my life is to become a teacher because that is my beggiets wish in my entire life. Also to become a successful boy so I can help my family.
SELF-ORBITUARY
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Hi I'm Zeus, Tocmo I dedicated on being a teacher, also with a good heart and minde,also a kind person.
Beyond my professional life. Also cherished every moment spent with loved ones, filling each interaction with laughter, warmth, and genuine care.
Throughout my life, I held fast to my problems of being caring, sympathic and understanding, guiding other's actions with integrity and compassion.
FACIAL- RECOGNITION
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My Boyfriend
I find myself captivated by the mesmerizing features of my boyfriend. His color was brown with red lips also a smooth voices. They speak volumes without blurting a word, conveying kindness, understanding, and unconditional love.
His plump lips, delicately curved into a gentle smile, possess an irresistible allure. They are the embodiment of tenderness and affection, offering comfort in times of need, and joy in moments of celebration. In addition, with each kiss, they speak of devotion and passion, it is like igniting a fire within my soul that burns ever brighter.
And then there's his pointed nose, a subtle yet distinctive feature that adds character to his face. It stands as a testament to his uniqueness, a reminder that beauty lies in the imperfections that make us who we are. With its graceful slope and subtle curvature, it serves as a beam of strength and tenacity, a symbol of the journey we've traveled together.
MEMOIR
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It was during this darkest hour that I stumbled upon a gleam of light in the form of a chance encounter. I remember when I was chatted him first, then i found it funny and confusing because it never really crossed my mind if he's note is referring to mine. I came up with changing it to see if he's intentionally doing it, until he insisted chatting privately. Our conversation started like the usual get ups of those trying to get to know each other. As days goes by I started to feel attached to him. One of the reason why at first I'm a little bit hesitant about taking our status in the next level. I'm too afraid of putting myself in a position where it left me shattered and broken into million pieces. Also, considering that I may pour my anger and neediness at him knowing that I am vulnerable because of the situation of my family. I'm scared to become dependent on him, then he will left me for being "too much to handle". But we continued talking and didn't let him feel the uncertainty I felt.
Literary Journalism
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In the heart of America's Deep South, amidst the sweltering heat of Mississippi, lies a clandestine world shrouded in white hoods and burning crosses. It is a world where hatred and prejudice thrive, where fear is a tool and ignorance is a weapon. This is the domain of the Ku Klux Klan.
Venturing into this realm is like stepping back in time, where echoes of a dark past resonate with chilling clarity. My journey begins with trepidation, a palpable sense of unease gripping my every step. The air is thick with tension as I approach the meeting place, a dilapidated barn hidden deep within the dense foliage of the Mississippi backwoods.
As I draw closer, the sound of muffled voices reaches my ears, punctuated by the crackling of a bonfire. Shadows dance ominously against the trees, casting an eerie glow upon the scene. With each step, my heart quickens, anticipation mingling with apprehension.
Finally, I reach the clearing where the gathering is taking place. A circle of figures clad in white robes surrounds the fire, their faces obscured by hoods. I am met with suspicious glances as I cautiously approach, a lone outsider intruding upon their sacred ritual.
Travelogue
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Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel! Today, we're diving into the vibrant world of SM –the shopping mall, also the beautiful country of Manila.
First stop, shopping! With hundreds of stores offering everything from high-end fashion to local souvenirs, there's something here for everyone. Let's check out some of my favorite spots!"
Well, folks, that concludes our adventure at SM Mall of Asia. From shopping and dining to entertainment and attractions, this place truly has it all. If you ever find yourself in Manila, be sure to swing by and experience the magic for yourself. Until next time, happy travels!"
Reflection Essay
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In the depths of despair and shadows, lies a life veiled in darkness. It's a life where every step forward feels like wading through murky waters, where hope is but a distant memory swallowed by the abyss of despair. Each day begins with the weight of the world pressing down, suffocating any flicker of light that dares to penetrate the darkness. This is a life where the echoes of past traumas reverberate through every corner of the soul, casting a pall over even the simplest moments of respite.
In this dark life, relationships are fraught with pain and betrayal, each interaction tinged with suspicion and mistrust. Love, once a beacon of warmth and comfort, now feels like a cruel joke played by fate. Those who dare to venture close are met with walls of stone, erected to shield the fragile heart from further harm. Loneliness becomes a constant companion, a silent specter haunting every solitary moment, whispering reminders of inadequacy and unworthiness.
As the days stretch into weeks and the weeks into years, the darkness becomes all-consuming, seeping into every crevice of the mind and soul. Dreams wither and die on the vine, choked by the tendrils of despair that wrap themselves around every aspiration. Each sunrise brings not the promise of a new day, but the crushing weight of another day endured in the relentless grip of darkness
Reflection to Personal narrative
In this personal narrative written by Jeck , he illustrates how she and his Girlfriend love story was written. To her, their love story was about two souls finding solace within each other. He found herself transformed by his love, embracing the childlike happiness that bubbled up from within her. Through him, she rediscovered the simple joys of life; the beauty of sunset, the warmth of a shared laughter, and the comfort of a quiet embrace. He was more than grateful for the unexpected love that found it's way to her, changing Jeck in ways he never could have imagined.
Being in love is a rollercoaster of emotions, it is the blending of joy, excitement, and vulnerability. Its like discovering a whole new world within someone else. Love inspires us to be our best selves, yet it can also expose our deepest fears and insecurities. It's a journey of self-discovery, learning to trust, compromise, and communicate. It challenges us to grow, to be more empathic and understanding. But it's not always easy; it comes with its share of ups and downs, moments of bliss and heartache. Moreover, being in love is a transformative experience that enriches our lives in ways we never imagined.
At the core of being in love lies a profound sense of vulnerability. Opening oneself up to love means exposing one's deepest fears, insecurities, and desires to another person. It requires a leap of faith, a willingness to be trusted in return. In this state of vulnerability individuals often find themselves facing their own limitations, confronting past traumas, and embracing their authentic selves.
Personal Narrative
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The love was overshadowed by resentment, and trust was a fragile commodity. As a child, I consider my emotions as landmines and I often found myself tiptoeing around it. Desperately trying to maintain some semblance of peace. But no matter how hard I tried, the thunderous currents of dysfunctionality always threatened to pull me under.
In the midst of the chaos, I learned to adapt and survive. I became adept at reading the subtle shifts in mood, learning when to speak and when to retreat in to the safety of silence. I developed thick skin, able to withstand the verbal lashes hurled in the fits of anger. But beneath that surface, the wounds run deep, leaving scars that would take years to heal.
As I grew older, I began to understand that dysfunctionality wasn't our destiny. I sought out peace and support, determined to break free from the patterns that trapped us for so long. It wasn't easy, and there were setbacks along the way, but slowly and steadily I began to chart a new course for myself. In addition, I started to understand myself more on the reasons why, who i am today.
BIOGRAPHY
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My friend is Jeck Alojado, his 19 years old, from Romblon. Her current address now is Gentre Costal. His was a good boy to us especially to me because his my friend.
Every time I buy food we sharing each other,also a being a good friend to him might be wer like a brother couze her behavior as same as to me.
I thank God because his my friend that God give me, also wer happy to seeing each other on our school room.
Found Poem
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Z-eal, showing a kindness to others
E-mpowerment
U-n believable Smile
S-adness is the one of here weakness
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creativebrainrot · 11 months
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'nother open journal entry, because its about the only thing that makes me feel better when everything piles up, mentally.
im fairly certain almost all of my friends right now would be a shoulder to cry on if I really needed it. But i'm just not good at venting TO someone. I don't like it. I don't like how I feel, about it. i guess. I don't really know.
anyway, this is just, me venting about where my mind is, right now.
little warning- i mention my abuser and describe a negative living situation, and describe my experience with abuse.
I have genuinely never known a home. This house was never loved, never repaired, never cared for at all, when my abuser was alive. He did everything he could to make this house nigh unliveable. By the time my dad owned it, we didn't have the money to fix it. The system ignored him and everything he tried that could've saved this house for us, got re-directed to our fucking abuser. I've tried, really hard, to like this house. To make it feel like home. but every time I clean, or I decorate, or I try anything, something goes wrong. Something makes me feel like it was wasted effort. We haven't even consistently had fucking furniture here in my lifetime. I'm 21.
I never even liked this house. I never felt safe or loved or wanted in this house. I don't like and never really liked my bedroom. It wasn't mine it was "a place I won't get abused." I never felt safe in the room with my art desk, I was only happy because I could get lost in music and art or video games. I have never been able to be fully aware in this house because it makes me feel miserable.
And right now, I'm scared. I'm fucking scared to death that I will live and die in this shithole, I'm scared to fucking death that my dad won't make it to maine- which is unfounded and a very irrational fear. This house and the abuse I suffered broke me, it sometimes feels like. I like my bed. not my bedroom. I like my art tablet and CSP, not my studio. I like the warmth of the shower's water and how clean I feel after, I hate that bathroom. I never loved this house. It never felt like home.
I've spent 21 years feeling trapped here.
I just want to move on. I'm fucking terrified that we won't be able to sell the house this month or next month. I'm so fucking scared of homelessness in THIS FUCKING STATE, in this goddamn city, of all places.
We have a house that we own and im terrified that that "golden ticket" so to speak will be wasted because the system will abandon us, again. I just want to trust we can sell it but im so scared something will come up. I hate when things are left up to fate. Left up to chance. This is my fucking life, why should anyone have to deal with these emotions, these worries, ever in their lifetime? This isn't fair.
I've heard "life isn't fair" constantly but thats bullshit used to ignore the fact that the system is perfectly capable of caring and evening the playing field.
what isnt fair is being forced to deal with the fallout of all the hatred my own father had for me. He never loved me. Never cared about me. Never saw me as a person. Never loved my dad. The only time he treated me like his son when he wanted me to stroke his ego. When he wanted me to validate him as a "good father" because his child "still liked him." Then got pissy when I started ignoring him because I knew he'd reset next week and go right back to ignoring me and brushing me off. He made me hate myself so much i couldn't even find peace inside my own mind, my own fantasys.
I shouldn't be dealing with the fallout of his hatred for me still. He's been dead for months, I should've been free in two weeks. Why should I suffer when I never did anything wrong. When my dad never did anything wrong.
I just want to move on. I want to forget his face, his voice, the things he did and how he made me feel and move on. I want to look in the mirror and see myself by the time I am, or before I am 25.
I just want to move on. I don't want to be haunted anymore.
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#i started a journal Five Years Ago when i was a baby in eighth grade#ive kept up with it amazingly#im surprised because im just absolutely terrible at sticking with things#lately I've been getting worse at journaling#it's been getting more and more difficult#when i was younger i wrote about which boys i liked and how the school dance went#it was important at the time and I'm glad to have it#but now my entries have gotten more... therapeutic#of course i still write about how much i like my girlfriend and the times that i hung out with friends#but journaling has become my version of therapy#a way to get the important things out of my head and into somewhere where i could process them better#that's not always easy#recently something happened that i dont want to face or deal with#i know that i need to write about it and if i sit down in front of my journal im going to write#but its too difficult to write about right now#so im not writinf about the smaller things#like how my Christmas went and that my friend had surgery a couple of days ago#because im scared to face the journal and im scared to face the situation#how long can i keep pushing this down?#how long until it explodes out of me and destroys me for the foreseeable future?#i want to get it out of me so that it's out#but it's not a one and done deal. i can't just write it down and be finished with it#it's going to unlock feelings and memories and thoughts that i don't want to face#i don't want to face any of it!! it's to difficult and it shouldn't have happened but now it did and i have to deal with it#she always has the control. she can always swoop in and hurt me again. all i can do is wait for the bombs to drop and clean up the wreckage#for once i don't want to be stuck cleaning up these messes#thing is#i have no choice
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sundropglass · 3 years
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Why am I polarized about being fine? I feel good because I took some real days off. I took care of mysekf and pulled out lf a spiral and did really good this week! Its been rough but i think on paper i should be happy
And part of me is. So happy that I’ve never struggled in my life!! In so much amnesiac denial
But another part cries to not forget, dont forget about the hurting theyre doing just because I ‘followed the book’ and feel good sometimes. They’re so loud and desprate like theyre scared to be happy
It didnt dawn on me til now that they’re both reacting in a traumatized way(and im confused on who or what i am now but im looking at this from a distence to make sense of this)
The ‘happy’ part is responding to what would feel like my ex fathers manic episodes. Needs being met, sometimes having a bit of cheap fun. Everything is chipper in a distinctly mentally ill way that can crumble if anyones ungrateful or unhappy around him. This part has a history of writing guilty journal entries detailing the good parts of the day, as a token of proof to show thats life actually isnt bad and they’re sorry for being depressed.
The ‘hurting’ parts cry to not forget the night before, how he always seemed to have to be at the lowest to get any better. The ‘good’ days are coverups where appologies should be. They refuse to forget and are too scared to let go of whatever they’ve faced. To forget and let go is to forgive.
I’ve known these parts react this way a lot to situational triggers caused by other people. I didnt realize the extreme black and white-ness could be triggered by my own emotions.
I had a bad week technically and I also technically did a lot to take care of myself. Theres complexity that feels both good and bad, but these parts likely cant make sense of either.
Its complicated. I’m too tired to sort it out rn.
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hi, i would like to request a hetalia valentines day matchup please!
my name is angie, im 19 and i use they/them pronouns. i’m omnisexual and hypersexual. i’m also autistic.
i’m 5’6, my body type is pear, and i’m a *little* chubby but not overweight. i have pale skin with blue eyes, my face shape is diamond. my hair is dyed black and i have a short, shaggy wolf cut. i like to wear dark eye makeup. my biggest fashion inspirations are pete wentz in the 2000s and kurt cobain :)
i’m loyal to a fault and would do anything for my loved ones. i don’t have much of a filter and i tend to speak without thinking. i can be quite talkative and i go on tangents pretty often without realizing it. i like to make people laugh, and it’s really easy to make me laugh. in general i’m just impressed by things easily. i’m a very passionate person, i’m enthusiastic and excitable and sharing this part of me with my loved ones is very important to me, i need someone who’s a good listener and doesn’t mind me being this way around them.
my hobbies are dancing and playing instruments(ukulele and bass). i’ve been dancing since i was 5! i also like video games, nintendo games are my favorite (especially mario kart wii and the whole zelda series!) but i also like stardew valley and the sims 2. i really like math and history. i can listen to anything, but i like rock subgenres the most. i like kpop and vocaloid too. my favorite artists are fall out boy, pisse, my chemical romance, nirvana, dazey and the scouts, destructo disk, aespa, mamamoo, and block b. i keep a bullet journal, i write in it every day without fail. i really like animals too, i have two cats! :)
there’s not much stuff that i dislike, the first that come to mind are blues music, team sports, and intolerant, judgemental people.
if it matters at all my favorite character is prussia, that’ll give you a taste for what kind of characters i like but don’t let it sway your decision! :)
You’re Matched With…
America!!!
What's your relationship to them?
Lover | Friend | Family | Acquaintance | Annoyance | Rival | Enemy
How did you meet?
He met you at your local game shop! He asked your opinions about games and it devolved into excitable chaos after that with him dragging you from game to game to talk about his favorites.
First impressions?
Alfred loves your choice of video games! He’s going to wreck you at Mario Kart, just you wait!
General Dynamic:
Alfred invites you over to play video games all the time. And, if you can’t, he’ll barge into wherever you might be just to sit and talk to you.
When he learns about your skill with the bass, he’ll take his guitar the next time you hang out so you two can jam together.
You both have impromptu karaoke nights at his place when he thinks it’s unsafe for you to head back home on your own.
And, one time, the two of you fell asleep together on the couch, his heart beating slow in your ear as you lay on top of his chest.
TMI:
One of his love languages is definitely touch. He’ll find any reason to touch you, whether to poke at your adorable chubbiness, or hold you close during a movie because you might get cold or scared.
And because he can’t read the room or understand his own romantic feelings, it takes him a comically long time to realize he has feelings for you.
He plays it off as him just enjoying himself with you, but on a night where you fell asleep on his shoulder, he looks at you and can’t help but think:
“I want to spend every night like this.”
And it further evolves into him trying to impress you in any way possible. Showing off his incredible strength or attempting to cook for you. He sees you being impressed and takes that as a good sign, forgetting that you were easily impressed.
It’s during one of his parties that he’s given an opportunity to kiss you and he avoids that situation by any means despite you wanting to take that chance.
It’s not until you drag him down by the collar and kiss him that he finally gets it.
And he melts.
He melts under your touch then solidifies again to pick you up in his arms and spin you around in his excitement.
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accio-draco · 3 years
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twist of fate | thirteen
in which y/n is in the same situation as draco
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
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A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco's neat scrawl that she hadn't heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
"Y/N?" Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. "You scared the shit out of me." Draco eyed up the book in Y/N's hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. "I'm sorry, I found it here. I didn't mean to pry..." She apologised.
"It's okay," Draco said. "It'll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you're done."
Y/N held out the book. "Here."
Draco's hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn't bring himself to say the words.
"I have one thing to say," Y/N said after clearing her throat. "I understand if you hate me for telling Harry, but I want you to know that I'm fighting for a world where if we get married, it's because we love each other. Not because we have to."
"I don't hate you. I understand you're doing the right thing, and I'm sorry that I'm not as brave as you." Draco said.
Y/N shook her head. "It's not about bravery, Draco. It's that I have nothing left to lose. I lost my mother, my family, my freedom and myself."
Deep down, Draco knew she was right. If it weren't for the safety of his family, he wouldn't hesitate to join Y/N. But he couldn't, if they got caught, Draco's punishment would be to watch his mother and father suffer and die. He would likely be left alive, it would be more painful than death.
"So what happens for us?" Draco asked, although he could already guess the answer.
Y/N shrugged. "I don't know, really. As if things weren't already complicated enough. I'd like to be friends, but I suppose that's out of the question."
"Why?"
"We're on different sides now, Draco."
When Y/N put it like that, Draco realised just how right she was.
"Well, not necessarily," Draco explained. "It's not my fault if I don't know your allegiance has changed and still pass on information like, I don't know, when the Death-Eaters plan to enter Hogwarts."
"I wouldn't ask you to do that, Draco. That's a massive risk, Voldemort could find out."
"Like I said, I don't know your allegiance has changed." Draco felt it was the least he could do. It was his way of helping Y/N without risking his family. "Look, I'm sorry about the other night. I didn't mean any of it, I was just angry and sometimes I lose control."
"I know, Draco, it's okay," Y/N reassured. "Look, I have a lot to think about, and so do you. Let's just go to bad and we'll figure this out later."
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Harry sat across the room from Y/N, watching her paying attention to the professor addressing the class. Despite Draco's behaviour the other day, he had yet to see Y/N interact with Draco in any way. So far, not so much as a glance in his direction.
Knowing Y/N, whose father is a Death-Eater, is now one too, it was highly likely that Draco was as well. Which means they would know each other, at the very least. But there was no acknowledgement on Y/N's part.
However, when Harry decided to swallow his pride and look at Draco, he saw a different story. Draco watched Y/N from the corner of his eye, so subtle that Harry might not have noticed if he wasn't looking for it. Draco looked at Y/N the way Harry looked at Ginny, the way you look at someone you love but can't have.
But there was no way. No way that Draco was in love with Y/N. Someone like Draco surely wasn't capable of love.
When the class was over, Harry darted off after Draco, leaving Ron and Hermione behind. He followed behind Draco through the corridors, not bothering to be subtle.
Draco, aware he was being followed, led them to a secluded alcove, away from prying eyes.
"Why are you following me, Potter?" Draco hissed, his hatred for Harry had never been higher after he and Y/N had been getting closer.
The two boys stood with a good distance between them facing each other. The alcove was cold and damp, but at least here no one would see or hear them.
"I wanted to talk," Harry said.
Draco gave Harry a look as if to say he doesn't believe him.
"Does Y/N know you're in love with her?" Harry asked.
Draco showed no emotion externally, but internally his stomach dropped. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I think you do." Harry insisted. "I've seen the way you look at her. I couldn't help but notice she doesn't look at you the same way. Or, at all, actually."
Rage flared up inside Draco, but he was determined to control his emotions, to prove he could be a good person. "You don't know as much as you think you do, Potter. I suggest you keep your nose out of where it doesn't belong."
"Maybe I don't know as much as I think I do, but I'll tell you something I do know," Harry challenged. "You're not good for her. She's trying to do the right thing, and you're always going to be the bad guy. I suggest, if you really care about her, that you leave her alone. Or you will be the death of her."
Harry walked away, leaving his words in the alcove with Draco.
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violetnotez · 4 years
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HC: Telekenesis Quirk! Reader
Anonymous:  You're such a good writer lmao can't relate. But Deku and Todoroki with a s/o who has a telekenesis quirk that gets harder to control the less she concentrates? Like she'll zone out and suddenly there's books stuck the the ceiling XD idk it just sounded cute to me
Ahhh thank you ya made ma heart feel all squishy :) And this is SO AdOrAbLeEeeeeeeE (PS- I havent written for Todoroki for a while so forgive me if my writing for him is a little rusty!)
(P.S.S)- I broke up the parts front Fluff and Angst for each boy because I felt this request could do well for both genres
(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))
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DEKU
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Fluff:
Izuku thinks your quirk is SO FREAKING COOOOOOOL
He obviously made a journal about your quirk, because you’re his girlfriend, OF COURSE he’s going to study your powers!!!
The journal first started out as just another addition to his superhero notes
He has little notes from when you two train about fighting styles would best suit you and techniques to help you control your quirk, since when you get distracted or daze off, your quirk will sometimes activate by itself
The journal was very sophisticated and platonic, really…. until it became a journal of just YOU
It's chock full of little things he loves about you, like how your laugh sounds like wind chimes that make his spine tingle in the most delicate way ever, or the way your hair smells so lovely like fruit it makes him go crazy every time he smells it
May or may not have went to the shampoo aisle of the grocery store smelling every bottle to see if its one you use
It's also full of little moments between you two that he never wants to forget
One of the most adorable things he has witnessed when your quirk took over (and, of course, wrote down-this boi has written EVERYTHING) was when you had laid your head in Izuku’s lap during a Dekusquad outing to the park
Everyone spent the whole day studying and occasionally running around like children, playing childish games, until everyone had sat down to eat and the tiredness began to set in
You were currently in a peaceful food coma, letting Midoriya play with your hair as the sun began to set, turning the sky into a beautiful mixture of oranges, pinks, and indigos
While the rest of his friends were busy playing a game of UNO, he took the time to admire how beautiful you were: your skin was tan and rosy from the sunset, your lashes thick, your lips a pretty shade of pink and slightly parted… he blushed, wondering how he had gotten so lucky to have you
Unknowing to Midoriya, you were beginning to daze off from his touch- whenever he played with your hair you were instantly calmed and, 9 times out of 10, would fall asleep
You sighed contently, allowing the softness of sleep to drape you, until….
“Y/n….y/nnn..wake up princess,” you heard your boyfriend’s sweet voice, muffled by the thickness of sleep you were still in. But something was wrong- he sounded almost ...desperate? Scared?
Your eyes shot open, a terrifying realization hitting you- you were levitating yourself.
You, of course, had done this before while sleeping, but there was always a roof over your head. Yeah, you would hit your head and it would hurt, but at least you weren’t flying into the open sky.
You gasped loudly in shock, feeling yourself drop rapidly to the ground
Izuku instantly reacted, using a tiny bit of One for All (like .00000001% of it) to make him rapidly sprint to catch you from your fall
You grasped Izuku’s shirt, feeling the soft skin and toned muscles that always made you feel safe, trying to make your heart stop pounding from the slight scare
Izuku looked down at you, blushing slightly from how quickly he reacted and how cute you looked cuddled up against him
“Are you alright?” he asked, worry laced in his tone
“Of course I am,” you replied, your voice still groggy from sleep, “you’re here.”
Angst:
*Warning: mentions of blood
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You woke up, your hair matted to one side with dirt and- blood?- your head hurt, your ears ringing, the arm you landed on felt so sore you didnt even want to look down at the damage 
You looked around, your vision fuzzy at the sides, trying to process what was going on- you could hear cries, screams, the crackling of fire- “that’s right” you thought, “Im fighting villians”
You then heard a voice that made your blood run cold
“I wont let you hurt her anymore!” Deku screamed, making you look desperately to find him- there he was, badly tattered and limping, holding one side of his suit, where red and purple was staining his skin, the mint green sleeve of his suit ripped away
The powerful villian laughed a cruel chuckle, advancing on poor Deku’s broken stance 
“You think your little whines are going to stop me, kid? Your lucky your little girlfriend is pretty, or would have killed her by now. But a pretty little thing like that could be of use to me.”
He smiled a disgusting grin, his perverted thoughts making Deku instantly furious
“No, you won't touch her! I WONT LET YOU !” he screamed, his quirk creating a ball of green energy erupt around his body as he charged at the gigantic villain now running at him.
You stared desperately at the exchange, the whole time wondering how Izuku was even still standing while the villain looked untouched
Seeing your boyfriend charge him- you couldn't take it- you were terrified and angry and scared for his life, knowing he couldn't keep this up- he'd killed himself
“NOOOOOOOO!” you screamed with all your might, not realizing you were making the rubble around you float violently, giant pieces of fallen building flying into the sky, heading to the thing that was causing your pain- this villian who had the audacity to hurt your boyfriend
The villain tried to block the rubble from hitting him, with no luck- it overtook him, instantly burying him in a pile of rubble
Deku stared at the now silent villain, turning slowly to see you, battered and bloody, before you fell to the ground from over use of your quirk
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TODOROKI
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Todoroki first began to have feelings for you very early on- he found you to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen with a heart made of gold.
 Whenever you two talked, he felt like you treated him like a person, not the “Son-of- Endeavor”, or “The-Boy-Who-Got-In-With-Reccomendations”- you truly talked to him to get to know him for who he was
It was refreshing and irritating at the same time- he was scared of any love and affection after what his father did to his poor mother, even though he desperately needed it
After months of containing his love for you, he realized-slowly- that you liked him back
You two were both in the library, completely alone
You of course didn't think Todokroki had feelings for you, as you did for him- you had accepted that you had a pitiful one-way admiration
With Todoroki’s presence merely a few feet away, you couldn't concentrate on your studies, but you couldnt bring yourself to leave
All you wanted to do was stare at the perfect separation of red and white in his hair, the scar that felt so mesmerizing and so him, that strong jawline that always made you feel weak in the knees….
Todoroki felt the tips of hair begin to lift slightly, as if a soft breeze was carrying him up. He watched as his book began to mysteriously lift in the air, the uncanny feeling of being watched making him turn sharply to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face
Todoroki’s piercing, mismatched eyes made you break from your daze, realizing you had been staring- and had used your quirk by accident
His book slammed back onto the table, his hair flopping back to his body, tickling his skin
He watched as you instantly looked down, fidgeting to get your books together hastily together, your cheeks a bright cherry red
He thought it was pretty cute, to see you so flustered 
Just as you were practically pacing out of the library to escape the embarrassing situation, Todoroki stopped in front of you, forcing you to stop as well
“I know you were staring at me.” he said matter-of-factly, making your whole face red
Why did he find that so irresistibly cute?
“I-I-I-uh-” you stuttered, having know idea what to say
You instinctively reached up to brush your hair behind your ear, but-
Todoroki grabbed your hand, his hand warm and calloused
“Would you like to accompany me... on a date tomorrow night?”He swallowed, a twinge of nervousness visible on his calm face
You stared, dumbfounded at the mysterious boy in front of you, not knowing really how things turned so well for you
“I-uh-yes!” you smiled, “I’d love to.”
Angst:
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You watched helplessly as the whole forest erupted in flames, the orange tendrils lciking up the sides of the trees, dangerously close to your reddened face
“What was going?” you thought desperately “How did I get here?” Everything was destroyed, every object turning to ash before you...you had to get out...but where was Todoroki?
You began running, flying through the charred leaves as the flames crackled around you
You didn't know where you were going, until you were met with a clearing, the once healthy grass now nothing but dirt and ash that was attacking your airways
A fierce battle was going on, it definitely being the source of the flames- both attackers were fire wielders, going at each other mercilessly- but one of the attackers was different-he was using ice as well
“Todoroki!” you tried to yell, unable to use your throat- it was like someone was choking you, making you unable to talk
You tried to move, to grab your boyfriend and escape, but- you couldn't move. None of your body parts working properly.
You stood there paralyzed, helpless to the situation, unable to move as you watched your boyfriend fight his father, Endeavor, no mercy being evident on either side
Panic flooded your system, only able to watch as the battle began to go in Endeavor's favor, your lover getting hurt more and more and more...
Todoroki rolled over, reaching out his hand to find the warmth of your body, confused to find that you weren’t beside him
He had at first groggily thought you had gotten up to go to get some water, only to look up and be shocked out of his sleepiness
You were floating a foot above the place you were sleeping, your body in the shape of a “T”
Your arms were limply spread out, away from your body, as your head lolled back as if someone was pulling the strands of your hair 
“Y/n!” he gasped, quickly pulling you back to the bed 
You face was contorted in such a look of pain, Todoroki then began to realize you must be having a nightmare
He began to shake you awake gingerly, calling you by your name and his pet names he had for you
You finally woke up, gasping loudly as if you had been drowning in water
You looked around, panting, not recognizing where you were at first, finally realizing you were in the strong arms of your boyfriend
“How did you-what happened-I” you asked confused, grasping his face between your hands and just relishing the feeling of his skin, his scar, his hair, terrified this was a dream and your nightmare was real
“You were having a nightmare,” Todoroki stated, placing a hand above the one you had on his cheek, “but youre okay, I got you now. Youre safe.”
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effieduan · 3 years
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The Fox, the Hound, and the Witch || Raina & Effie
TIMING: Present
LOCATION: Near the town common
PARTIES: @rainaim, @effieduan, and a Basset Hound
SUMMARY: Raina finds Effie in a tree.
“Nice doggy,” Effie called, her voice wavering as she clung to the tree branch. The rotund basset hound was still barking at her, and she swore she saw evil intent in its eyes. “Nice, nice doggy.” Look, it wasn’t like she disliked dogs. Her family had a golden retriever named Noodle growing up, and while Noodle preferred hanging out with her sisters, she would always let Effie pat her on the head in passing -- something Effie only did when wearing her gloves of course. Her big, bright pink gloves were doing nothing to help her stay clinging onto the branch. She had just wanted to go for a run like she always did, and now some owner’s dog was off their leash and decided to chase her. Foxes and hounds did not mix, even in real life, apparently. Effie scrambled slightly as she felt her grip slackening, heaving herself upright on the branch. Her small pack that had her phone in it fell off when she was scrambling up the tree. No hope for calling animal control. “Nice doggy,” she tried again. “Pretty doggy. Who’s a good dog? Who’s a good puppy.” The dog’s loud snarling answered her. She was going to be up here a while, huh?
Raina liked to mind her business. Or, she at least liked to try. She wasn’t the type of person to crane her ear at the sound of conversation, but when it came to shouting? Raina typically found it hard to ignore. Though it was hard to get herself to run towards the sound due to the embarrassment of possibly causing a scene, she felt like she couldn’t ignore the fear that hung in the stranger’s voice. It was evident. At least, to her it was. She’d experienced that same fear time and time again since arriving in White Crest and she wanted nothing more than to just… Well, help. She steadied herself against a tree once she arrived, searching for whoever it was that needed help. Instead, she was faced with a woman in a tree, and a dog who wouldn’t stop barking. She replayed the scene of herself and Milo in her head before taking a step back. Except what this scene had that hers had not was an actual dog. She looked between the two and awkwardly walked towards them, still keeping enough space between her and the pup in case it was feral. “Are you okay? He didn’t bite you or nothin’, did he?” She looked up into the tree, then to the dog who, in her opinion, wasn't barking as viciously as she had originally heard. “Heya,” She called to the dog, bending down to grab a stick. She could handle a normal dog. Normal was good. “Here, doggy!” She echoed the woman in the tree and waved the stick around, but it wouldn’t divert its attention. “Uhhh,” She paused looking around. “Gimme a minute!” She said before she started to dig into her bag.
Ah. Effie had a savior, apparently. “No, he didn’t bite me,” she called down to her. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to, though. She looked down at the dog. He was running around, his big floppy ears flapping as he ran around under the branch she was clinging too. It would be cute if Effie wasn’t convinced that the hound was going to eat her. “Don’t - Don’t call animal control,” she heard herself saying. “I don’t want him to go to the pound, he probably just got off his leash or something!” Though she couldn’t see a collar. Then again, she couldn’t count how many times Noodle had slipped her collar growing up. Hell, she even slipped her harness a few times. Dogs were houdinis. The latest round of barking broke her from her train of thought -- “I don’t think he likes the stick too much,” Effie said, disappointed. “You don’t happen to have dog cookies in your purse, do you?”
Raina decided to take it as a good sign that the dog hadn’t bit the woman. It had chased her up a tree, sure, but it hadn’t bit her. She pulled out a stick of beef jerky she’d purchased earlier from the convenience store and started to unwrap it. “Nah, but I got jerky!” She held it up as if a trophy to show off and shuffled closer to the dog who was now running laps around the tree. A part of her was afraid that he’d trip and stumble over his own ears. She held it in the air and wiggled it some more, but the dog seemed disinterested. It looked harmless. At least, from what she could tell. “C’mere, doggy,” She cooed, echoing the way she’d spoken that evening in the woods with Milo. The dog finally looked at her and broke free of the loop it ran around the woman’s tree and trotted over to her, whining for the treat she had. She knelt down and showed the back of her hand to the dog’s nose before offering the jerky. It took it gratefully. Raina looked back to the woman in the tree. “You don’t happen to got anythin’ on ya that’d make it act like that, huh?” She was no dog expert.
“Jerky??” Effie asked. Well, that would work. Dogs liked meat, right? Even if it was fake meat. Was it fake meat? Or just overly processed meat? Actually, Effie was certain she hadn’t had a piece of jerky in her life, which was probably good for her digestive system. Since the piece of jerky was currently saving her life, Effie was pretty certain she didn’t have room to judge the woman on her snack choices. Hell, maybe she’d even try some jerky if this worked. Effie watched in fascination as the dog sniffed the piece of meat, before taking it out of the woman’s hand gently. Gently. The dog that had been barking up a storm two seconds ago was wagging his tail and munching on the tough meat happily. “Uh, no, I don’t,” Effie said. Other than her being a fox. Effie carefully began to dismount the tree, and less than gracefully managed to get back down onto the grass, looking at the dog doubtfully. “I was jogging. Maybe he thought we were, I dunno, playing or something,” she said with a shrug. She was hesitant to go near the thing still, though. Hounds eat foxes!!! Effie looked back at the woman. “Do you, uh… How much do I owe you for the jerky? Thanks for, you know, saving me.” She eyed the dog warily, but he seemed tame now that he had a snack.
Raina watched as the dog began to work on the jerky. It wouldn’t take long before it devoured it, it wasn’t that big of a piece. She watched the woman as she scaled down the tree and she took a step back before looking down to the dog whose tail was now wagging. It was strange, she thought. That it’d be barking at this woman for no reason at all. Raina refrained from asking if something had happened, or if the stranger had scared it in some way. “Could be.” Raina hummed, “Don’t know too much ‘bout dogs, but it seems like it had some reason t’chase you.” She looked from the dog, then back to the woman and shook her head at the question of how much was owed for the jerky. “Nah, s’fine, I’ve got more back home.” The dog licked its chops and looked between the two women for a moment before sniffing the ground from where it had laid the jerky. “Are you afraid of dogs?” She asked innocently as she approached it once more, giving it a quick scratch behind its ears. It wagged its tail happily and tilted its head back, its ears lopping over its head.
The dog had some reason to chase her alright. What, did he sense she could turn into a snack? “It’s not that I’m afraid of dogs,” Effie said, though she knew she was absolutely afraid of this dog. Hound dog. Basset hounds. Those were hunting dogs, right? There was a whole disney animated movie about why fox and hounds did not mix. At least, that’s what she thought it was about. Truthfully, the disney phase had skipped over her growing up, likely because she had other more life threatening things to worry about. Effie examined the dog, who seemed to be content gnawing on his jerky and being pet by the other woman. “Alright,” Effie admitted. “I’m a little afraid of dogs,” she said with a sigh. She eyed the dog, and sighed turning her attention back to the woman. “Thank you for distracting him. Really. I don’t even want to know how long I was going to be stuck in that tree.”
Raina wondered silently why she’d been chased up a tree. She decided to shrug it off. It wasn’t hers to worry about, and besides, the situation had been resolved. The woman was out of the tree and the dog was happily snacking on the jerky that Raina had provided. When the stranger finally admitted to being afraid of dogs, Raina suppressed a laugh. “I think sometimes when they can sense you’re afraid, it makes ‘em anxious or somethin’.” She took out another piece of jerky from the 2-pack and offered it to the woman. “Maybe if you give this to ‘im he’ll understand that…” The witch thought for a moment, “well, that it was all a big misunderstandin’.” She smiled and shook her head at the thanks that was given. “No, no! I saw you in trouble, so of course I was gonna do somethin’. Not like you can hang out in a tree forever.” She knew that especially, considering the situation she’d gone through with Milo.
“Something like that. I think it’s the same thing with horses,” Effie said, trying to remember back when Emme had decided she was going to be a jockey. That dream was quickly changed to ballerina to tap dancer and then finally to journalism. The Duan household quickly became experts on many different activities. Effie still remembered that horrible knitted horse stuffed animal their mother knit for her for Christmas that looked like a blob. Effie looked at the jerky doubtfully, but she reached for it anyway, happy her gloves prevented contact with the greasy meat stick. “That’s true, I work out but I’m not exactly prone to hanging in things for a long period of time.” She knelt down, holding the jerky out to the basset hound. “I’ll have to give you a discount next time you come to my store though.” The dog looked up, finishing his first piece of jerky, and looked at Effie. His lip curled, and just before she was ready to snatch her hand back, the dog lurched forward, ripping the jerky from her hand before turning to run away. “... I guess that’s progress,” Effie said, flatly.
Raina was glad that her offer wasn’t being declined. She looked back towards the dog as the woman offered the jerky to it. It leapt up slightly, and as a shock to Raina, it nipped the food away from the woman before cantering in the opposite direction from where they were. To her, it seemed playful. Though, the witch could see the small amount of fear still etched onto the girl’s features. She offered the woman a smile. “I guess it is.” She readjusted the strap of her messenger bag over her shoulder and hummed, “well, I guess you ain’t gonna see him again, so no worries, right?” She wondered who the dog belonged to and had half a mind to go and track him down, to ensure its safety. Maybe it had run back to its owner. She looked down at the watch on her wrist and grit her teeth at the time. “I’m so sorry, but I gotta get to where I was goin’. It was real nice to meet you!” Raina beamed at the woman before she retreated the way she’d come, hopeful she’d make it to work before they’d call and ask where she was.
Effie watched the dog scamper away, slightly exasperated. “Yeah, no need to worry, I guess.” But she looked over at the woman when she said she had to go -- “Oh! Of course, I’m sorry if I made you late. Feel free to drop by my store any time if you need anything!” Effie called after her. She felt slightly bad for making her late, but grateful that she and her jerky had walked by. With a sigh, she blew a piece of hair out of her face, and bent to pick up her forgotten bag from the foot of the tree.
The walk back to her car was short, which she was grateful for. All that climbing made her sweaty, and honestly, Effie wanted to go home, take a shower, and take a nap. She opened her car door, going to shove her stuff in the trunk. Effie should have figured this would be a mistake. Yawning as she rounded the car, she heard a low bark. Effie froze, glancing up from her phone to see the Basset Hound sitting squarely in her passenger's seat. He barked louder now that she was paying attention to him, tail thumping against her leather seats.
“Nice… Doggy…” Effie said weakly, reaching forward. He let out a growl and she let out a loud shriek. “Nice doggy!!!”
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red-doll-face · 4 years
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Bro literally anything for Michael 😩 ily whore
SO. Theres a lot to unpack here. This is something for Michael because I missed Michael day for @highdwightofmylife April calendar because im big stupey 🤦🏽and a request for my number one thot @prophxtslash (ily too binch) and part two to My Blue Heaven which I wrote for @slashthedice in feb. If I were actually talking id be out of breathe. Thanks for putting up with me 🤘🏼😔
WC: 1261
Warnings: bruising NO Kidnappings (woohoo!) Uhh that's it
Michael Myers x gn Reader
Blues in the Night
The fog cleared from your eyes and you blinked at the bright fire before you. Dwight, Feng, and Laurie crowded you immediately, rapid fire questions quickly overwhelming you. Tapp told them to back off of you, expecting some sort of trauma from the mori. People who got mori’d tended to isolate themselves but seeing as you weren’t, you just sat, looking up at your former teammates. Laurie’s fingers brushed along the bruises that Michael left on you and you flinched back. Sympathy welled up in her blue eyes, a silent sorrow on her thin lips. She remembered.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys.” You whispered and Feng brushed your apology off.
“Not a lot you could have done, man. That’s just what he does.” Laurie placed a friendly hand on your shoulder, sitting beside you as Dwight gnawed on his nails in his usual nervous fashion.
You drew your friends in for a hug, Feng wiggling out of your grip after about 5 seconds, Laurie patting you on the back and Dwight clutching you back. Laurie asked about the bruises and you said that he tried to drag you away from the hatch but you used your perk to escape at the last second. You lied to the best of your ability but Laurie had a sixth sense for that kind of stuff.
“So he didn’t mori you?” Feng asked and you shook your head. Usually if your fellow survivors came back to the campfire with any residual injuries, it was because they escaped. You shuddered to think of the manner of your escape. You hadn't actually worked for it, despite your perk being just for that sort of occasion.
“I thought he might have had like a cypress or something but he tried to mori me before Dwight got-” Dwight gulped, taking the seat next to you, opposite of Laurie and Feng stayed standing, crossing her arms.
“Sacrificed.” he finished for you, and you nodded. “Must have been an ivory mori. I guess he thought he had it in the bag.” Laurie chuckled.
“He tends to think that a lot, doesn't he?” You all laughed and you were happy that you could avoid your friends ire. You were also relieved Michael couldn’t talk; or didn’t want to, you guessed. He couldn’t rat you out. You smiled to yourself. Snitches get stitches.
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After the commotion of your escape died down and Claudette treated you to the best of her ability, which was sliming her latest salve on your bruises, you trotted off to the woods, trying your best to avoid the path that led to the killers campfire.
Most killers, you learned through some journal entries signed by Vigo, had their own realms, the realms that served as trials. But when they became lonely or if they were not well liked enough by the entity to receive one, they went to a campfire similar to the one the survivors shared. You knew the man with the yellow chainsaw who earned the nickname Leatherface and the ghostface guy, didn't have their own realms and thus were the easiest to find there. You didn’t have a personal beef with them and they were actually decent out of trials. But you didn't want to take your chances and veered far from there, picking up spare little plants for Claudette, knick knacks to use as add-ons for maps and keys, and offering plants to bind together. You plucked at some sage like plant, strange little red veins running underneath your fingertips. As you walked on, a campfire glowed in the distance. Where did you take a wrong turn? You didn't expect to come back to the camp for at least a little while. You decided to call it a day and broke through the tree line.
“Jake, I found something for-” You looked up to several killers sitting on logs. You froze and blinked a few times. What? The hell? Goddamn you, entity. And why did nearly everyone of the killers have to be here anyway? Didn't they have places to go? Ghostface or Danny as he once introduced himself to you turned and so did the Huntress. Her coal colored eyes zeroed in on you, approaching you calmly. Calmer than you thought she was capable of. She was as intimidating as always, looming over you. Gruff Russian words fell from her lips as she patted at your back, guiding you to the fire. Her hand on your back was gripped in a strong hold that rivaled her own, prying her fingers from your shoulder blade. She growled and turned to see Michael’s unfeeling white mask, her own lips pulled into a snarl. They stared at each other and you were caught in the middle, looking between the two. The other killers watched with avid interest. Killers fought once in a while, but never Michael. He rarely cared enough to squabble.
She reluctantly let you go, Michael standing threateningly behind you. You shivered at all of the eyes on you both and the breathing sliding down the nape of your neck. You turned slowly to look up at the shadowed eyes on you, heavy breathing emanating from the tall man. He knew the rules here; no hurting survivors. The entity only allowed for that in trials. The Huntress watched disapprovingly, hissing out what sounded like a warning. Moving to stand beside her, someone else came closer. You recognized the tall man coming closer to the three of you. He called himself the trapper, dark and brooding much like Michael himself. But he talked according to some of your teammates.
“Anna.” He uttered what you thought might have been the Huntress's name and she spun around to face him. She grunted and trekked back to the fire. His voice was low and grating and his presence reminded you of all the times your ankle snapped into his traps. You backed up into Michael, his body like a wall. You moved away from him, but his hand captured your wrist again, wincing as he clamped down on the last bruise.
“New obsession?” He seemed to be talking to you and you shrugged. “You shouldn’t be here.” The hooks piercing his shoulder glinted the orange light from the fire and you bent your neck backwards to look up at him. You glanced at the enormous hand on your wrist and back up to Michael himself. At the mere suggestion of you leaving Michael tightened his grip even more, making you backup and nearly step on his feet.
“You know you can’t do that.” Trapper said quietly and Anna started yelling in Russian again. Through his mask, though the Trapper was much taller than you, his eyes glared into Michaels. The tall man in the coat with the long gun pulled the bolt of his chain into place.
“I don’t stand for no bullyin’. If they wanna leave, they’re leavin’.” You spoke quickly to cool the situation, shaking your wrist to signal for Michael to let go.
“I’ll just, uhhh-” You moved forward and sat on a log, eyes glued to your shoes, knees clenched together, and your palms resting on your lap. You sensed your obsessor standing behind you, breathing heavily.
The huntress drank what you recognized as the killer's offerings to make the fog heavier in their matches, fog curling out of her mouth and nose like cigarette smoke.
“He… Scare?” she pointed to you, then to Michael and you glanced up at him. You shook your head; smiling to quell her motherly worry.
“Not really.”
Hope you enjoyed all the killer cameos! I like to think that anna and caleb stand up for people who they think cant stand up for themselves but that's just me being somft 🤷 also faint reagents have to be like Dbd alcohol
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