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just-here-for-the-moment · 1 year

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The Escape

This grew out of an unhinged convo that @deadhumourist and I had over DMs ages ago. Now that it’s wintertime and very cold where I am, I decided to write it up for her. Hope the rest of you enjoy it as well!

Word count: 1400

Rating: Mature, 18+ only (no minors)

Outline: Old West AU? Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x You (race-neutral, blank slate female reader insert; no racial description, no physical description, no name, no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Yearning and anticipation on both sides; mentions of Jack rescuing you and helping you to escape from some kind of vague danger; Jack affectionately nicknames you “Bluebonnet”; mutual lusty pining; both characters imagining “what if”; mentions and imaginings of sex acts; cranking up the heat on this wintry day

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The mustang’s hooves clop slowly across the hard ground as Jack guides you to safety through the barren forest. The dry, frozen air of mid-winter makes the sound seem louder than it is, echoing off nearby trees and bouncing back to your ears.

Your focus shifts as your heart rate slows. The adrenaline from Jack scooping you up onto his horse has dribbled out of your veins, bleeding into a numb calmness as he puts distance between you and your hard circumstances.

Your hand aches, clutching at the rough, wool saddle blanket that Jack had wrapped around you both, ordering you to keep it closed for warmth as his rough breath warmed your ear. The sharp, direct order had cut through your fear and you had followed his directions to the letter. You kept the blanket closed over your sternum tightly. An hour into the journey and your fingers were aching, but you refused to let go. You wanted Jack to be proud of you for following his order, for keeping his arms warm and his hands free so that he could steer properly. You wanted to be smart and useful to him.

You tried to ignore the gentle rocking of his thighs against yours where they cupped you, holding you steady on his mount. After everything, you are shocked that your mind is wandering to such lusty images, and you attempt to chastise yourself out of thinking about such things…but the rough denim of his pants conceals a bulge that rocks gently against your ass with every step the horse takes.

For his part, Jack is fighting lusty thoughts of his own. As his breath slows and the horse’s gallop changes to a saunter, Jack tries to ignore the soft curves of your hips under your long winter skirts, and the summery scent of your perfume… delectable notes of lily of the valley and rose that waft up from the heat of your body and tickle his nose.

It makes him want to find a safe haven, some little culvert or cabin where he can build a fire and put the thick, warm blanket to better use, perhaps as a bed where he can take you gently and show you what good love is supposed to be… if you’ll have him. Maybe after what you’ve been through, he shouldn’t be thinking such things, but the rage that flared in his gut at seeing you in need of rescue has boiled down to a simmer, and he needs to let off steam one way or another.

He clears his throat and reassures you, “Won’t be much longer now, Bluebonnet.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Your scarf,” he brings his left hand gently up to your face and tugs affectionately on the fabric that you’ve wrapped over your head and knotted under your chin, hoping to keep some warmth around your ears.

“You were wearing this the first day I saw you. Same color as a field full of Texas bluebonnets.” Then, as if that’s all that needs to be said, he trails off into silence.

You reach back in your mind and try to remember that day, but the time and distance from that moment make things fuzzy. You remember cradling your hard-won harvest of berries in your scarf, tied around your waist like an apron as you emerged from the edge of the forest. And on the road were Jack and another man riding toward town, the sun beating down on the brims of their hats, shadows obscuring their faces.

If you had been prescient of everything that would transpire between that moment and now, you’re not sure if you would have done things any differently.

It all ended up with you here, feeling the warmth of Jack’s body against your back, the muscles of his thighs as they tense and squeeze against yours. He’s more relaxed than when the first lengths of galloping put distance between you and that terrible town, but his breath still comes in heavy sighs, and you can tell he’s holding something back.

“S’that all it was? The color?” You chide yourself internally for sounding hard, ungrateful for the compliment in how he compared you to a pretty sight from his home state.

You hear Jack’s breath hitch, and then his voice comes deeper, tickling down your neck in warm puffs and up your spine in electric zig zags. “And your strength.”

You think that’s all he’s going to say, but then Jack surprises you, adding, “They go to seed, dig themselves into the dirt in th’ autumn… they grow best in hard soil, rocky places… they bide their time, gettin’ strong all winter, an’ in springtime they bloom blue and pretty and soft… whole waves of ‘em, far as the eye can see.”

He ends it there, and your mind reels.

This man sees you… you wonder at that, and your normally quick tongue is stunned into silence as your brain picks over all the golden threads he’s just revealed. You follow the words with your mind, chasing them around in your brain as the horse slows, then stops.

There’s a clearing just ahead, and Jack turns the mustang slightly sideways, assessing whether it’s safe or dangerous before he approaches any further. His breath comes hot and hard against your ear through the thin material of your scarf, and you fight a whine when his left arm grips you tight around your middle.

His hand drifts down to your left hip, and he squeezes you hard: a silent message to keep still as he shifts, perhaps making moves to dismount. You want to squirm and rub yourself against the saddle, give yourself friction and action to combat the heavy silence and the frozen air. Your heart is beating so hard you want to faint.

You breathe in a slow drag through your nose, and that makes it worse. You can smell frost and leather and the living animal underneath you, and layered in with everything is him… smoky, manly soap and fresh sweat and his morning coffee. You turn your face away from the clearing and tuck your ear against his shoulder, and lean into the comforting warmth of Jack as he guards you and protects you.

Jack watches the clearing and sees a slight movement and he freezes, his massive hand grips your hip harder, and you forget yourself long enough that a small, “Mmh,” escapes your lips before you stuff it back down.

Your bitten-off moan coincides with Jack’s realization that the movement is a deer, seeking leaves where none have been for weeks, and he relaxes with a chuckle. His laugh vibrates through his chest, pressed against your back, and you exhale a sigh of relief.

Jack’s distraction subsides and a puzzle piece falls into place. Your noise, that mewl when he gripped your hip through your skirts, and the slight shift of your hips… Jack knows what desire looks like and sounds like from a woman, and he’s happy he hasn’t been nursing a one-sided infatuation. The minute he gets you to safety he’s finding the softest bed and the warmest fire, and he’s going to make sure you don’t have to muffle those noises. He wants them all, just for himself, and he’s damned if he’ll let you hide them from him again.

You turn as far around as you can and lift your eyes to look at Jack, and when your eyes meet you can’t breathe all over again.

Jack’s deep brown eyes are boring into you intently, and you wonder if he’s thinking about the same things you are… how all you want to do is nuzzle the tip of your nose into the little hollow just under his earlobe and trail it up to his sideburns, because you know that that's where a man smells the most like himself. You want to brush your lips over the stubble that's dusted over the curve of his jaw, feel the contrast of it against your soft lips… press a kiss into the skin of his throat and feel his heartbeat as it moves blood through his jugular before you flick the tip of your tongue out to taste the salt of his skin… but you can’t, because you're still fleeing everything that he's rescued you from.

You’re grateful for that, but you're so desperately aroused and so tired from running that all you want to do is turn and sit sideways across his lap, snuggle into him for warmth and safety and let him hold you and fuck you until you fall asleep.

The moment passes, and Jack flicks his eyes toward the clearing before prompting the horse with his heels.

“Won’t be far now, Bluebonnet, I promise.”

You turn your face toward the future, and let Jack guide you there.

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quartzalynlove · 11 months

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Spidey Sense

Pairing: hobie brown x Fem! Reader

Summary: hobie shows up at your place

A/n: I don't think this is my best but I need this man biblically.

Was this finals week or your final week? You couldn't remember the last time you didn't have fun on a weekend. All you did once school let out on Friday was work through review packets given by your teachers. Currently, you were halfway through the chemistry papers.

It was Sunday afternoon and there was still plenty of work to do. Time for a break was yet to be seen on the horizon. Your brain was on autopilot as your hand absently scribbled across the paper and words slightly blurred as they reached your eyes. A band of tension was tight around your head; you knew a break was probably in order, but you couldn't take one. Not yet.

The chemistry packet was finally finished, and the history one began. By this point your eyelids were heavy while your brain struggled to stay on task. With a sigh, you hunched over your desk and inspected the first question harder, as if that would make it easier to work.

After a while, you finally got the first question. But before you could start the next one, you saw the bright sunlight shining in your room become partially blocked from your peripheral vision. You brushed it off, assuming it was only a plane or something until knuckles rapped against your window. With your attention caught, you whipped your head around to see Spider-Man holding a brown paper bag while crouched on the fire escape.

Confused, you finally left your chair to open your window, but not giving Hobie access inside.

Hobie looked at both of your hands pressed against the sides of your window then back at you.

"You gon' let me in, babe?"

With your lips pressed together, you shook your head. "Come back in like an hour thirty, Hobie."

The eyes of Hobie's mask squinted as he look around in feigned thought.

"But like what if I come in now?"

"I'm almost done with my work," you sighed. "We can do whatever after that."

"You still workin' on that?" He asked, tilting his head.

Another sigh left you as you brought a hand to your forehead, attempting to ease your growing headache.

"Yeah." You answered quietly.

Hobie didn't just swing by because he felt like it, even if he was missing hanging out with you all weekend. Ever since Friday, he had an odd feeling crawling over his skin that he couldn't shake. At first, he suspected it had something to do with President Osborne and his regime, but after some investigation Hobie found the dictator was still hiding after their last battle. It wasn't until he made his rounds through the city, and stopped a mugging close to your apartment, that Hobie realized. The crawling vibrated right through him, and it was all coming from you.

"Got a headache?" Hobie asked.

You kept your eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah."

"That the same shirt you took from my place Friday?" He looked at you in the distressed, blue sleeveless t-shirt that he knew was his.

"Maybe." You fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"You eat anything since lunch yesterday?"

You fell silent for a moment as you looked at Hobie; you could see his dumb smile under his mask.

"Thought so."

Coming through the opening you made when your hand left the window, Hobie held the bag he had in front of you. You took it as he entered further into your room and removed his mask. Inside was your regular order from the local deli and a bottle of water. Hobie smirked as he heard the bag crinkle when you plunged your hand inside. He was at your desk looking over the absurd amount of work that you had been doing.

"History and trig? Baby, I could do this." Hobie offered, turning to you.

Shaking your head, you tried to get down the giant bite of sandwich you took. "No, I need to do those to pass my finals."

Hobie didn't listen, taking your pencil and scrawling through a few questions on the packets.

"The education system is just twelve years of teaching children how to conform to society and not question authority." He shrugged.

You laughed slightly at Hobie as you made your way next to him. As you leaned against Hobie, you took your pencil out of his hand and looked up at him.

"Yeah, but, I still wanna go to college."

Hobie hummed, nodding his head, "Hm...and I want that too because you want it," he brought his index finger to his chin as he took a brief thought. "Take a break, then."

With the smile on his face, you knew Hobie's idea of a break for you was cuddling and ignoring both of your responsibilities. While it didn't sound like a terrible idea, your first final was tomorrow. You could take a break when the work was finished.

You linked your arm around Hobie's. "Baby, thank you for the sandwich, but I swear, I'm almost done then we can do whatever you want."

With furrowed brows, Hobie brought his free hand over his chest. "This ain't 'bout me, babe, I said you need a break."

Before you could attempt to shoo him off again, Hobie made his argument for why he should stay.

"Ever since Friday, I've had the most bonkers feeling that I just couldn't figure out. But I was swingin' round here earlier when it hit me. You aren't taking proper care of yourself."

You looked up at Hobie with a puzzled look as a small laugh left your throat. "So you got spidey sense about me?"

Hobie shrugged. "Guess so."

"I didn't think it worked like that." You smirked.

"I ain't got Scooby-Doo."

You let go of Hobie and looked up into his eyes. "Well, if the spidey sense says I need a break, I guess these last two packets can wait."

As you took another bit of your sandwich, Hobie kissed your forehead.

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fr-ogii · 10 months

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falling for you

count vronsky

x fem!reader; poc friendly

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request: "romantic hc when he meets his now wife after Anna's death and how he fell for her 💎✨" @hilalcoven

-> the count never thought he could fall for anyone ever again after the death of his lover, anna. he didn't even know how he would be able to live. he couldn't raise annie, their kid. despite barely having any distinguishing features yet, the thought that she would turn into someone that resembled anna was too much to bear. he felt awful that his daughter had to lose both her parents in such quick succession, but he could not force himself to raise her.

-> he had sworn off love entirely, convinced it would bring nothing but misfortune to him and any future lover of his.

-> but he changed his tune when he met you.

it was a cold september night in st. petersburg. it had been a couple years since the fateful day anna lost her life. the count had returned to the city from serbia - his time fighting against the ottoman empire was up.

he had expected the pain of his loss to have reduced itself after the years both away from anna and away from the city he became acquainted with her in. unfortunately for alexei, the pain came back as soon as he saw the skyline of st petersburg emerging from the horizon.

to escape this, vronsky visited a tavern as soon as he arrived in the all-too familiar city.

the warmth of the bustling building rushed to meet him as soon as the count opened the well worn door. the stench of cheap alcohol enveloped him as soon as he stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind him. his eyes landed on the bar that was situated a bit further back into the establishment and was occupied by two men who were clearly foreigners to this area and were speaking quickly in a tongue alexei could not understand. as was the unspoken rule, alexei sat two stools over and waited for the worker behind the bar to come over.

count vronsky had become impossibly quiet in the time away from anna. he only spoke when addressed. he avoided confrontation. it was as if the death of the mother of his child had left him mute.

an uncountable amount of minutes passed before a noise brought alexei out of his stupor. he had long since received his meal - a roasted meat he already forgot the name of. the pale ale in his mug had been nursed far too many times and was nearly gone.

his head snapped up when he heard that noise again. it was the trotting of a horse and the spinning wheels of the carriage it was pulling. there was something so recognizable about it. before alexei could be sucked back into his reminiscing tendencies, he turned around as the wooden door opened.

and there you were.

he wouldn't exactly call it "love at first sight", but he was certainly intrigued. count vronsky looked around the bar and noticed a couple other men that let their eyes flicker towards you periodically. aleksey stood slowly, stretching out the aches and pains that had grown in his joints in the many minutes he had been sitting. he would not let another man reach you before he could. and so, he began to walk over to you.

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chaichaiiskai · 1 year

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TITLE: Invisible.

— PART NINE. —

yandere! bully! sukuna x gn! idgaf! fearless! reader! x yandere! yuuji itadori

MASTERPOST. PREV. NEXT.

CONTENT WARNING: mental breakdowns, bullying, emotional and mental pain, nightmares, overall toxic behavior on sukuna’s end.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

TAGLIST: @soberdipity @sadgyaltings @kawasbaby @screwyou3

FROM that day on, Sukuna focused all of his advances on one certain individual, much to their misfortune. Besides seeing him in the class that you act as a Teaching Aid in, it appears that you also have two other classes with him, so it’s difficult to not see him around. Sukuna hadn’t even interacted with you yet, but you often felt a heavy gaze constantly watching your every move, but you often ignored it. Until, he finally decided to approach you.

On this particular day, in one of the classes he had with you, he finally decided to shoot his shot as soon as it ended due to the Professor of this particular class deciding to let everyone out early. He did a bit of premature packing, just to make sure he caught you before you slipped between his fingers, and it seemed to pay off, especially since he was able to approach the desk you’d been sitting at, looming over the front of it like some kind of predator. At first, you were unaware of him approaching you as you packed up your things, but when the light in front of you was suddenly blocked, you had no other choice but to look up, meeting a set of fuschia eyes staring back at you. Did he wear colored contacts? Neither of you said anything at first, you had paused your packing and simply stared at him, slowly raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out who this guy was and what he wanted. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t put your tongue on where you knew him from.

“Y/N, right? Name’s Sukuna. I was wondering, how do you feel about earnin’ a little cash? I’m in need of some tutoring, and you seem smart.”

Sukuna… Sukuna… Sukuna! That’s right! You snapped your fingers in realization and pointed a finger at him, even if it was a little weird and uncalled for. “So, you’re the Sukuna. I’ve heard about you, or more like, my friends have talked about you around me…” You mulled over his words again before considering what class you two were in, as well as what you knew about his academic skills.

“You—“ you pointed to him, “want me—“ you pointed to yourself, “to tutor ‘you’? The Valedictorian of our year? I’m not too sure about that, Sukuna. I’ve graded some of your work in English, and as far as I know you’re the smartest guy in our grade, fuck, maybe even in this school. What assistance could you possibly need from me?”

“You seem to know your way around in this class. Human Psychology and I don’t really get along too well.” He admitted, knowing damn well that he had no problem understanding it, but wanted some reason to get close to you.

You sighed. “How much money are we talking about?”

…

That’s how it had begun. You’d started tutoring Sukuna and he paid more than you’d expected. As far as you could tell, Sukuna didn’t need you to tutor him, but who were you to stop him from paying you to sit there and do your homework with him? He wasn’t as stuck up as you’d originally thought, even if he was a tad bit of a flirt, you always rolled your eyes at his advances and just went about your usual routine.

Where did it go wrong? I’ll tell you.

Sukuna had been getting tutored by you for the past month. You’d have to be living under a rock to not know that Sukuna was quite a sexually active man, simply there for the fun and no strings attached. And as one would expect, some people thought they were more special than others, and fooling themselves into this delusion led to some rather… unpleasant occurrences. That truly didn’t matter to him, his moral compass wasn’t exactly pointed in the right direction after all. The reason for this is obvious, to him at least, he’s still attempting to fill the void that his invisibilis has left. And deep down, the new Teaching Aid has been reminding him of them with the way they act, but he’s been ignoring that deep seeded feeling, he doesn’t know if you’re his invisibilis or not. A part of him wished you were, and another wished you weren’t. He’d sworn off getting romantically involved with you, but he still finds himself wanting to get closer to you, even unconsciously.

Taking all of that into consideration, your friends should have been off-limits to his advances, but, Sukuna ignored that unspoken rule, and slept with not one, but three of them. All three of which seemingly developed feelings for him, even after he strictly told them he wasn’t interested in romance.

What does that have to do with anything at the moment? Well, you were forced to console all three of them in your dorm, and when they found out why they were all upset, let’s just say, all Hell broke loose.

The three of them had come over to your dorm, looking for comfort, mainly in you considering they’d all showed up in front of your door boohooing and crying their eyes out. Being the friend you were, you offered your living room to them and the four of you sat where you could get comfortable. You had plopped down on the couch, along with two of your friends, and the third had sat on the floor. After everyone was comfortably situated, you began to question why they were all feeling the way they were. When the answers were all out in the open, there was one common denominator.

Sukuna Ryomen.

“What do you mean you like Sukuna? I liked him first!”

“NO! I did! He said ‘you weren’t as bad as I thought’ and smiled at me!”

“News flash honey, that is not a compliment. He was probably talking about your dick sucking game.”

You sat there in silence, watching as the three of them ended up in a fruitless argument, talking over each other and trying to prove their case that Sukuna was in love with them and not with the others. It was tiring to listen to but you figured that this was the best way for them to realize that they were arguing for now reason, so, you got up and decided to get yourself something to drink from the mini-fridge nearby, getting yourself a can of one of your favorite beverages. You were about to go and sit back down on the couch, only to hear a knock at the door, leading you to cock your head to the side before making your way to the door, opening your drink up simultaneously.

Opening the door, you were met with the problem. Suddenly remembering that the two of you had a ‘tutoring session’ this particular afternoon. Of fucking course the universe decided to dump this pile of horse shit right in your lap. And when you opened your mouth to tell him he needed to leave immediately before things got worse inside of your dorm room, you heard something break behind you and quickly turned around, looking to find out what had broken and who you were about to strangle. Your friends had apparently escalated into a full-on brawl, one was pulling the hair of another, the other was punching one in the gut while screaming profanities, the mess of limbs of hair pulling was absolutely ridiculous. You were frozen for a moment, simply watching as the three crashed onto the floor to continue their meaningless fight. In the beginning process of said fight, apparently, they had made one of your lamps fall onto the ground, shattering into pieces.

Then, you shook away your initial shock to jump into action, rushing towards them to start trying to pull them apart and away from each other. Sukuna, on the other hand, could smell the bloodlust for the fight had even began and stood in the threshold of your dorm, watching with amusement from where he stood. Hey, what kind of demon would he be if he didn’t enjoy a little chaos? He briefly recognized the three of them as people he’s slept with but he had no idea why they were fighting or the fact that he was the cause of it. He was just amused. Human fights were always so messy and unpredictable.

You, poor you, were struggling with them while also trying to make sure you didn’t end up getting hurt in the mist of punches and screaming. For a moment, you separate yourself from them to catch your breath, only to find that Sukuna had just been standing there watching the fight with a look of amusement in his eyes. And maybe, just maybe, you had a lapse of judgment and misplaced anger, but you screamed at him from where you stood, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“This is all your fault! Why can’t you just go away?!!”

Those words. Those fucking words. Sukuna felt one of his hearts start to beat rapidly and he reached up to clench at his chest, pulling at the fabric of his chest before he stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet. You watched, confusion written plainly all over your face at his sudden actions, and before you knew it, he was turning tail and running away like you had said the worst thing possible to him.

Little did you know, you were completely right.

…

After Sukuna had made his escape, you went out of your dorm in search of help, and when you finally found it, a couple of athletes who lived on your floor came to help you peel the three individuals apart, and out of your dorm. Thankfully, there wasn’t too much damage done to your place besides your broken lamp and some pushed furniture, and your so-called friends (who you consequently ended up dropping after seeing the way they were quick to fight because of some stupid delusional romance) barely sustaining any injuries, you went about your day. When you had time to yourself again after a quick clean up of the mess that was left behind, you began to mull over the words you’d said to Sukuna, who, in hindsight didn’t exactly do anything seriously wrong. Sure, he’d stood by and stared at the fight without intervening, and sure he was the cause of the fight in the first place, but that look in his eyes that came after you shouted at him was haunting you. For some strange reason, your heart had ached at the terrified expression he held. Was what you said really all that hurtful? It made you feel a little guilty, and so, you decided to contact him and apologize. Or try to at least.

With each call, it all went to voicemail after a couple of rings and he was no longer reading your text messages.

You said them.

You said those forsaken fucking words. You weren’t supposed to, you shouldn’t have, you couldn’t have. Why were you doing this? Why was the universe doing this?

If there was one thing all of his previous Invisibilia Amor Fatis, or otherwise known in the mortal world as ‘soulmates’, had in common, it was that. Those exact words but sometimes varying in languages, they all meant the same thing, and they always told him what he needed to know, and words he’d grown to feel sheer amounts of pain from after hearing them being said to him so often. This meant he’d found you again, but it also meant you had the potential to die again, right in his arms, at the hands of him. It was a bittersweet realization just like all the other times destiny forced you to meet again. This is exactly why he’d avoided coming back to the mortal world, he was destined to meet you one way or another, sooner or later. But he had never expected for whoever the fuck controls his destiny to force him to meet you again so soon. He should have left when he had the chance, he should leave now, shouldn’t he? That was the best thing for the both of you, it would protect you from harm and it would keep him from having to deal with the inevitable.

Then, why is he back in class with you? Why is he ignoring you while also keeping tabs on you at the same time? Why is he letting you approach him despite knowing that the more you come in contact with him the higher chances you are going to suffer another unnecessary death?

Completely ignorant of your previous lives and what it means to become involved with this pink-haired man, you are eager to apologize for your outburst. He had been ignoring you for the last couple of days, but you had to get rid of the guilt and now you were chasing him around, trying to corner him. And today, you were successful. He’d just come out of one of his classes and no you weren’t stalking him, you just wanted to talk. As soon as you saw that familiar fluff of hair, you called out to him and he immediately stopped in his tracks, turning towards you as you speedily approached him, taking strong strides until you were directly in front of him, looking as fierce as ever.

All of his hearts raced when he stared at you, but he kept up his stoic and unbothered expression, his hands digging into the pockets of his joggers as he looked down at you expectedly. “What is it?” He asked, sighing afterwards.

“Ah, well, uh… I wanted to say, I’m sorry about what I said that day. I know you didn’t exactly /initiate/ them fighting or anything like that but I said what I said because I was frustrated that they were fighting over some stupid guy— Not that you’re stupid, I mean, I—“

“Pretty colorful apology. ‘s that all? By the way, I don’t need you to tutor me anymore. Bye.” He kept his statement bland and curt, turning around and began walking back down the hallway, away from you.

That instantly made you stand up straight, sure your tutoring sessions weren’t exactly tutoring, he’d simply paid you to study with him and occasionally hold a conversation with him. Which wasn’t exactly unpleasant, in fact, you enjoyed talking to him when he wasn’t being flirty and trying to get in your pants. Plus, the money was good, it had been helping you with your daily expenses and even with your intuition. And so, you hurried after him and unexpectedly grabbed his wrist, halting him from continuing his walking endeavor.

Perhaps, you running after him wasn’t just about the money and his company, subconsciously, something was telling you not to let him go. You were unsure why, but this felt like the right thing to do, you felt it in your gut.

“Wait, uhm… I-“ You were at a loss for words, you didn’t know /why/ you’d stopped him or what you wanted to say to him exactly, but you just couldn’t let him go. The feeling of your hand wrapped around his wrist sent a shiver up his spine. He was at a great war with himself. He wanted nothing more than to bask in your presence and make you fall in love with him all over again, he wanted to hold you close and never let go, whisper his own tainted apologies to you until he was blue in the face. He was still facing away from you as you gripped his wrist, he could feel his vision blur and his eyes start to water.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

This wasn’t the time to cry, pull it together, Sukuna. The hall may have been empty but it felt like he had a million pair of eyes staring at him, waiting for him to make his decision, judging every breath he made and every breath he took.

He had to put Plan B in motion, as much as he hated the idea of treating you in such a way he had to seperate the two of you before it was too late.

Suddenly, he abruptly snatched his arm away from

you and swiftly turned to face you, an angered look on his face as he spoke down at you. “Will you just fuck off? I don’t need your help anymore. Find someone else to fuckin’ bother.” He venomously spat, glaring at you before turning back around and stomping away, leaving you standing there in confusion, watching his retreating back. Although he was angry, you saw something else in his stride, something uncertain, something… fearing.

Standing there in shock, you hadn’t even registered the way your arm moved on its own, as well as your hand as you began to rub your chest, right where your heart was. And why… was your face wet? Why were you crying? Why did everything hurt?

He’d run away, again. But if he didn’t, he’d be putting a target on your back yet again. Not caring if anyone saw, he teleported into the comfort of his dorm and broke down.

“GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT.” He screamed at the top of his lungs and began wreaking havoc on the innocent interior decorations of his home.

…

That was only the beginning. You got new friends. You got a new tutoring job. You got used to the unexplainable pain that had started coming to you in sporadic waves after your latest interaction with Sukuna Ryomen. You got used to waking up from the dreamless rests, trembling and sobbing as if you were experiencing the most gruesome fate over and over again. For some strange reason, you had an overwhelming feeling that those dreams weren’t dreamless, your brain was shielding you from something, making you forget your nightmares and the reasons why you were crying. But what you couldn’t get used to was this sudden uptake in Sukuna in your presence, originally you’d started to enjoy his company, but that quickly changed when he began acting like a dick to you and only you. It was like he had it out for you or something, and he wouldn’t leave you alone despite being the one telling you not to bother him. It didn’t make sense, but neither did the random pains that would reveal themselves without you even asking. But, what you’ve noticed is that the pain rises after interacting with Sukuna or even seeing him in the distance. You were starting to think he was the cause of this pain, but you were unsure of how since he wasn't anything or anyone significant to you, not even in the slightest. But why did he make you feel this way? It was almost as if you knew him much more than you originally thought. And why did the pains suddenly start after he told you to leave him alone, why didn’t they start before that? Why was he being so rude to you? You didn’t do anything to him, you’d already apologized.

“Move outta my way. You’re blocking the way.“ When your back hit the wall, you glared at the cause of everything, deciding to ignore him altogether after he’d shoulder checked you to get past you. He didn’t knock you around harshly, only just a light shove to force you to pay attention to him for a few seconds as he walked past you. And you know he does it on purpose because there’s always enough space for him to walk around you but he just has to make it seem like you’re the one blocking his walking path. You’d caught up eventually and whenever he came towards you, you maneuvered your way away from him without batting an eye. That didn’t sit too well with him so he’d always find some way to mildly inconvenience you.

Sometimes he caught you off guard, walking up behind you and childishly brushing past you with an ‘apologetic’ smile and a nod of his head. You didn’t let that bother you, only rolling your eyes at him and shaking him off as you continued on with your day. It was nothing you couldn’t handle, he was basically just an extra large kid who wanted attention. Why your attention? You didn’t know, and probably never would.

It escalated.

He escalated.

And eventually, you grew numb to it. You grew to deal with him and tolerate him. And in some strange way, this felt like the best option.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: tbh i don’t really like the way this chapter came out but i didn’t wanna rework it because it just shows how messy the story is when it comes to these two. this was the last backstory chapter so noW we’re moving onto the present, prepare yourselves bc i am very excited. also, pls know that it may take me time to update but im gonna finish this fucking book, i already have all the events and shit written down + the ending, but i still gotta write the meat sOoo y’know. ive also been writing six other ongoing books and… i have more book ideas im writing 😭

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There & Back Again | Chapter 7

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After feeding Shelob, Myrtle was quick to get out of the house. She wasn't going to sit and be tortured by the smells and colors of Saturday morning breakfast at the dinner table. But as she made her way down the street to the dry cleaners, she could vividly imagine how good her mother's blueberry pancakes looked at the center of the table. She used to be given the one at the very top of the stack.

Giving her head a shake, Myrtle sighed, "just get to the dry cleaners and pick up the dresses, then go see Robin and see if you can patch things up." She thought. Robin had been working down at the movie theater as a ticket taker. Myrtle had her own special hate for the movie theater, but when you need a part-time job, anywhere seems nice at first.

Down at the dry cleaners, Myrtle stood in line behind a familiar face. Jonathan Byers had become a well-known face around town after the previous year, it was a story that took over the town. Myrtle could hardly imagine what it must have felt like being told your brother was found dead, even harder to imagine finding out later it was a horrible mistake, and he was still very much alive.

Myrtle found herself lost in thought and gazing out into nothing. "I wonder if someone out there wonders where I'm at..." she thought to herself. She knows the story, found in the road poisoned with venom and half dead from a blood infection. Her father always said that someone just didn't want her anymore and tossed her out. Rumor spread around that she was a missing child, and part of Myrtle had to wonder...." was I?"

Jonathan turned around from picking up his mother's clothes and nearly jumped, He hadn't heard Myrtle come in. She was as much of a ghost around school as he was, but sometimes she amazed him with how nonexistent she could appear, like she wasn't really there at all. He'd even tried to take pictures of her in the past, and somehow she would step away the moment the shot was taken. He found it a shame, she was great for the camera, sorrowfully photogenic.

"Hey, you're, Myrtle, right?" Jonathan asked, Myrtle, turned to look at him, unsure of what to do. "We've never spoken before." she thought, "We...we don't really talk. But...I've kind of been meaning to thank you. My mom said you and your family build that memorial back when...well..."

Myrtle waved her hand, "don't finish that thought." she said, offering a strained smile. Jonathan gave a nod. "It's fine, I mean - I guess my family figured considering my own story....we should have done something." She said. "I'm glad your brother is home and safe now."

Jonathan nodded, "my uh, My mom. Joyce, has been meaning to invite your mother over to dinner to say a proper thank you." He said, but Myrtle could read the skepticism on his face. "You've heard stories of my dad." Myrtle said bringing her ticket to the counter. "Ah...yeah." Jonathan gave an awkward sigh.

"They aren't wrong," Myrtle spoke quietly. Glancing back at him, she gave a strained smile, "my moms not much different, I suppose they aren't bad people...they just aren't people, people. They like cards...that should work just as well." Myrtle said. Jonathan gave a nod, He could see the gloom in the back of her eyes again, the very thing that made him want to capture her in a picture. It was a look that made her seem as if one day she'd vanish.

"Thanks for the warning, I guess I'll see you around," said Jonathan exiting the dry cleaners.

Myrtle sighed, "some days are harder than others to lie for them, about them." she thought to herself. Collecting the dressed in her arms.

Showing up at the Movie theater, Myrtle went inside and quickly spotted a bored Robin, "thank you, your movie is playing theater 3 on the left." Robin droned dryly, taking the ticket from an elderly man and tearing it, handing him back the stub.

Myrtle giggled quietly and waved from a distance. With a gasp, Robin waved back waiting for Myrtle to walk closer as she waited in line, "thank you for - oh theater 1 on the left!" Robin said rushing the next family in line and quickly taking their tickets. When Myrtle stepped up Robin grinned. "does this mean you're not mad at me?" she asked quickly, Myrtle gave her head a shake, "I overreacted....but you know me, I can be overly sensitive." she said.

"No, no - it's probably something you suppressed for years and years from the life before you were found by your family, and I probably should have known better. Besides, I've been told I am heavy-handed, and it probably could have been a lot worse, like I could've knocked out one of your teeth or something...or given you jaw arthritis... that's not what it's called but..." Robin rambled.

Myrtle smiled faintly, "He was right." she giggled. Robin smiled confused, "he?" she asked. Myrtle's eyes grew wide, "um what?" she asked. "W-who's he?" Robin stammered. Myrtle side glanced, "n-nobody!" she peeped, her voice nearly falling into falsetto. Robin gave a sly smirk, "oooo finally over Harrington the hair?" Robin teased.

Myrtle blushed, "It's not like that," She said, "let me be like a proud mom, alright, my little girls making new friends - let me have this. So long as they don't replace yours truly." Robin said playfully. "But...seriously details? Who?" Robin asked, the line behind Myrtle getting longer and more impatient. "Nobody, really - look, I'm holding up the line and I really should be going. I'm running a to-do list for my dad." Myrtle said quickly.

"Fine, but I will get you to talk!" Robin called out to Myrtle, who was trying to flee from the angry line of moviegoers.

Eddie waited in his van on the corner, patting his hands to the drum snare of Fire in the Brain. His buyer was already seventeen minutes late, and Eddie had his mind set on band practice. They didn't know it yet, but he was determined to practice their set right into the ground. "If she shows up Tuesday, if she actually shows, It's got to be perfect." He thought, gazing out the window.

"Of course," he sang in his head in a sigh, "she might hate metal and be there thinking, wow these guys are awful..." He thought, leaning his head back against his seat. "But with eyes like hers, even if she's never listened to it a day in her life, she might just feel the sound, right?" Eddie asked himself.

"Sorry I'm late man, My dad almost caught me..." Called Eddie's buyer, a senior of Hawkins High, as he pulled his car up next to Eddie's. "All the time in the world, dude." Eddie reassured him, hopping out of his van.

Leaning over into the buyer's convertible, Eddie held out a small case, "First things first, you usually get weed from me. Do you even know how to use this stuff?" Eddie asked. The guy rolled his eyes, "Yes, I'm not stupid." He said holding out the money. Eddie watched him skeptically, as he could see on the guy's face he wasn't telling the truth "it's powder, so up the nose" Eddie started dryly tapping the side of his nostril, "around the red hills," He added showing and pointing out his gums, "Pour it in your drink or bomb it, but I didn't give you any bombing papers, so please don't" He warned as they exchanged.

Briefly, Eddie drew back the case, "and under no circumstances...you know." Eddie murmured, making an injecting motion. "Not the best idea." he mouthed, finally passing the box of Speed.

"Are all dealers such moms about it?" The buyer snickered. "Yeah, be glad I am, something tells me you'll thank me later." Eddie muttered. Catching a glimpse of a familiar black car from the corner of his eye, Eddie quickly dropped, hiding behind the buyer's car.

"Shit, shit, shit...." He cursed under his breath, eyes peeking above the door, as they spotted the car slow to a stop. "Shit, god-damn it..." Eddie continued on. It was too late, and he wasn't going to be caught hiding. Popping back up to his feet, Eddie placed on a smile.

"Eddie?" Myrtle asked, getting out her car. "U-um, heeey McKinney." He called, head screaming as he tried his best to remain casual. "What are...what are you doing around here?" He asked, rubbing his upper arm. Sure, he might have been conducting his sales on a public corner, but it was a corner in the backstreets. Nobody up to any good lingered around the backstreets. This wasn't the most ideal situation he wanted to be caught in.

"Ok, so worst-case scenario...." Eddie thought to himself, "she'll cut and run," He exhaled. "And possibly calls the cops, and never wants anything to do with you ever." He's mind sulked. "Munson you need to get her out of here."

Myrtle halted her footsteps as she tried to read the situation, She could see Eddie's eyes silently warning her, "um...am I...interrupting something?" She asked timidly, "no, of course not" - "who are you?" Both boys said together. Eddie chuckled airily, voice shaking with nerves. "Ehm...I'm just..." He stammered. Myrtle watched Eddie stammer, for a moment, when a light bulb went off in the mystery guy's head.

Eddie's buyer burst into laughter, "Oh my god, you're the strawberry!" He snorted, Eddie covered his eyes with one hand and bowed his head, "perfect" he thought.

"Hey, hey?" the buyer called, leaning out the side of his car. "What are you selling?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows mockingly. Myrtle's mouth tumbled open, and a mortified blush flew across her face.

"DUDE!" Eddie shouted, "Not cool!" His voice rose higher as he glared at his buyer.

"I um..." Myrtle said tumbling over her words, "I um...um, I'm going to just..." she said pointing over her shoulder to the car.

"McKinney!" Eddie called, running around the convertible trying to catch up.

"Of course, of course, I know that he was probably embarrassed to be seen with me." Myrtle thought, wishing she could kick herself.

"No, no, no..." Eddie's mind thought, spinning. "Myrtle!" He called, nearly running into her car as she closed the door. "It's ok Eddie, I'm sorry. Um...I'll see you on Monday," she said quietly.

"Monday?" Eddie exhaled, "the show...." He said. Myrtle looked about, "I wish he wasn't still trying to be nice about it..." she thought.

"I've fucked this..." Eddie's mind shouted at him.

"Look, I don't know what you thought happened back there, and I'm sorry the guy's an idiot." Eddie tried to talk fast, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. "But-"

"You don't have to be nice, Eddie, really. It's ok." Myrtle said, turning to look at him. Eddie deflated, and he glanced back at the buyer, turning around his mouth fell open, and he flashed Myrtle big saddened eyes as it hit him.

"Wait" He said slowly, "I wasn't...I'm not..." Eddie stammered, He could smack himself, "why can't you make words!" His mind raged. "Tell her it wasn't about her!" it screamed at him in his own pitchy anger.

"I've gotta go..." Myrtle said carefully, starting to back her away. Eddie took a few steps back. His hands on his head as he watched her pull off,

"It was a drug deal!" he finally shouted, but she was already up the alley and out of view.

"Dude don't yell that out!" his buyer shouted.

"Damn it!" Eddie raged at himself, kicking over a trash can.

Myrtle sat petrified in the office of her church, clad in an ankle length long sleeve dress. "It's so itchy...what is this wool, I'm gonna pass out!" she thought to herself, keeping the fake smile on her face as she nodded to what Pastor Alvin was saying.

"You should be listening." she thought, "no...this always goes to the same place...just get through the meeting." she told herself.

"So, Myrtle, are you ok with running the kids morning show with Saundra?" asked Pastor Alvin. Myrtle gave a complacent nod, "yes of course pastor, I'm sure she and I will think up a great list of songs and hand motions." Myrtle said. She fought the urge to want to puke at the flirtatious smile she was receiving from the man old enough to be her grandfather.

"Right, of course, you will need to come early in the mornings, there may be some...discussions that need to be held." He said. Myrtle gave a nod, "yes, of course." she said simply, her eyes falling on Pastor Alvin's hand as it rested over hers.

A loud knock came on the office door, snatching his hand away, Alvin cleared his throat and Myrtle sighed with a breath of relief. "Pastor? decon Warren has requested you come and look over the work that's being done to the leaky ceiling in the chapel," called June, the church secretary.

Opening the door she peeped her head inside, giving Myrtle a gentle smile, "oh hello there Myrtle good to see you." she chimed. Myrtle gave a quiet wave, "You could tell her, June would believe you....she's so nice. This could be over." Myrtle's mind thought briefly.

"Yes, I'd better go, I will see you next Wednesday, Myrtle. Tell your father we all miss him at men's bible study." pastor Alvin said before leaving.

Myrtle waited a moment and then followed June out. Looking at June's swaying brown braids, she gave a sigh. "no, better not." thought Myrtle as they came to the front entrance. "I look forward to this year's VBS don't you?" June said with a bright smile, Myrtle tried her best to return it. "Yes..." was all she could say before stepping out the door.

"I messed up bad." Eddie's words were muffled as he hid his face in his hands.

He and the band were resting after practice in Gareth's garage. Playing had taken his mind off of the fiasco that happened late that morning. But as Noon was turning to dusk, it was creeping back. "Well, just tell her it was a misunderstanding on Tuesday." Scott said.

"Wait, how are we back on this?" Jeff asked.

"Dude, have you ever had a crush? It takes up the function of one whole side of your brain" Gareth said. Jeff rolled his eyes, "yes, I've had plenty, it does not." He said. "Then you clearly aren't doing it right." Scott jumped in.

Eddie watched his friends with a blank gaze, eyes darting between each one. "You can't like someone a right or wrong way." Jeff said. "There is a right and wrong way to everything, dude." said Gareth.

"Well maybe she'll forget." said Jeff taking a sip of soda, really he'd rather the conversation be over. "Have you ever met a girl?" Eddie asked him calmly, to which Jeff nodded, "They never forget anything!" Eddie shouted in frustration.

"Chill pill man, at least now if she shows up, you have your answer." said Scott with a sly smile.

"My answer?" Eddie asked. "Well, you kinda have to like a guy at least a little to show up for him somewhere after you get completely brushed off like that," said Gareth. Eddie groaned and laid back on to the garage floor.

"Damn it!" he shouted.

"Real smooth." Jeff said, turning to the drummer, who gave an apologetic smile.

Night came around quickly in Hawkins, Myrtle sat alone in her room watching the pretty pink dress hanging near her closet. With a heavy sigh, she put the cap back onto the ointment in her hand and looked down at her legs. "The bruising going away relatively fast now." she thought. "I could hide them with stockings, maybe?"

But the truth was even stockings seemed incredibly silly so close to summer.

"Better than itchy wool dresses." Myrtle murmured. Downstairs, Myrtle could hear things shattering, and the muffled shouts of her parents, music came blasting from her brother's room. Myrtle sighed, "every night this week it's getting worse." she thought. She could imagine her mother tossing glasses, plates, and vases.

Each somehow missing Mr. McKinney, though she shouts it should have hit him. She would toss wine onto the floor, it's all why they traded carpet for wood a year ago.

Her father would remain the Stoic he was and not say a word above a perturbed murmur and eventually, Mrs. McKinney would storm up to stairs and stomp straight to Myrtles' room. Fortunately, this fight had just started and Myrtle still had time to tend to her bruises for a moment more.

Still, the sounds of fighting got louder, and Myrtle could hear the front door slam, feel it shake the walls.

Myrtle watched her door with wide eyes, "that's new." she thought crawling back into the bed, Her bother's music stopped playing, "Patrick's noticed too." she thought gazing at the closet wall. The lights in Myrtle's room flickered rapidly, almost enough to make her head hurt. She could hear the soft humming of the electricity in the bulbs as if they would burst.

"What's going on?" Myrtle asked herself, her bedroom door opened slightly, and from the crack she could see her mother's face, angry with mascara running down her cheeks.

Before her mother would utter a word, the door slammed on its own, causing the already furious woman to knock her forehead against it.

"Myrtle Lillianne McKinney!" her mother raged outside the door. Myrtle watched stunned, "what just happened?" she thought, eyes glued to the door as the light continued to go haywire.

Mrs. McKinney jiggled the doorknob and hit her fist against the door. "Open this door up! Your father will hear of this!" She shouted. Myrtle shivered and ran for the door, "it's not me!" she called out, reaching for the doorknob herself, but doing, so spiders covered her hands, each one lightly nipping.

Myrtle shook them free and scanned her door with frantic eyes. "It's stuck!" Myrtle cried out. "Lair!" Her mother called, "there's no lock on the inside of this door, it's stuck!" she said again.

The lights stopped flickering and instead hummed louder than before, the light becoming even more blinding by the second, Myrtle yelping as the lampshade burst into flame from the heat. "Oh, shit!" she shouted.

"Oh, shit is right! Do you have any idea how much t-"

"Fire!.... M-Mom!" Myrtle cried out, looking about her room for something to put the fire out.

With nothing looking like a good option, Myrtle opened her window and looked out at the yard below. Her eyes fell on the pale blue water of their raised deck pool. "I could throw it," she muttered, rushing to the lamp, she ripped the plug from the wall and tossed the burning light out towards the pool. It sank with a sizzling splash.

Myrtle exhaled and dropped to the floor.

Everything had fallen silent, and Myrtle could hear her mother's feet heading back downstairs. "You're so fucked." Myrtle thought to herself, "but what could I do? What even was all of that? God, this is mental!" her mind panicked.

Getting to her feet, Myrtle took cautious steps to the door, carefully giving the knob a twist, "it still won't budge." she whispered.

The floor lamp in her room brightened and then dimmed again. Myrtle eyed it, "oh please don't start again." she begged it, hurriedly walking to unplug the light from the wall. "There" she sighed watching the play lay on the flooring. Yet something was off, the room was still bright.

Fear and unease caused Myrtle's gaze to move slowly, she almost didn't want to look. But when she did, she found the lamp was still on, and its light was even brighter than before. Myrtle's hands flew up to her mouth. "I've lost it...or-or I'm dreaming? maybe?" she spoke quietly to herself.

"It's just a different nightmare, it's a normal one instead of the usual one...and I am sleeping... I'll wake up with those sleep scratches I do. Yes. Yes, that's it." Myrtle thought to herself, but it was doing very little to calm her.

Feeling herself on the edge of hyperventilating, Myrtle quickly shut her eyes. "Think of something nice!" she told herself, but as her heart thundered, her mind could only recall the odd events that had just occurred.

"No stupid something nice, something nice!" her mind shouted, "umm...fun times with Robin, summer, shaved ice, terrible horror movies...anything!"

With a soft whine, the gentle orange glow behind her eyelids faded.

Myrtle lingered in the new heavy silence with closed eyes. Breathing in something tickled her lungs and made her want to cough. Slowly Myrtle's eyes opened, looking at her feet, she could see the floor of her room.

Something was wrong. Yes, the lights were out but, "why is it so dark?" Myrtle whispered.

Looking around her room she gasped, slowly strafing in a circle, Myrtle looked about in horrified awe. "It looks...like I live in a rotted log." she thought.

Thick familiar vines made mazes along the walls, floors, and furniture. They wiggled about and pulsed, leaving faint squelching sounds. Little whips of snow-like dust gently fell all around her, but they made her nose tingle and lungs burn.

Looking around Myrtle noticed, her room looked different, "Shelob!" she called, rushing to her dresser, her eyes fell on the blank space where a spider tank should have been, and instead there was nothing but a small antique hand mirror.

Myrtle gently picked the item up, holding it lightly in her hands, "I....haven't seen this since my 13th birthday." she murmured. Looking at her reflection in the mirror made her heartache, "mom used to have me hold it for her, while she did my hair in the mornings." Myrtle whispered.

Closing her eyes, she could almost feel the comb sliding through her freshly pressed hair all over again. "Wait..." Myrtle muttered, she could feel it. In the mirror behind her, she saw a comb floating on its own as it moved through her hair. It was hardly comforting and with a strangled yelp Myrtle ran to the window, her wide eyes watching the comb fall to the ground.

Thunder and rumbling sounded in the distance, looking out the open window, Myrtle could see a violently red-hued storm looming over the horizon, some strange black cloud in its center, like a host of twisters. "What dream is this?" Myrtle whispered.

"Not a dream," A voice called, it made Myrtle shiver.

"I've heard you before," she muttered carefully turning around, looking down she spotted a small child - but he had the voice of a grown man.

He looked up at her with clear blue eyes, "who are you?" She asked.

He tilted his head, "Oh, but you know the answer." he said.

Myrtle frowned, the voice-to-face mismatch was unsettling. "I do not. Are you lost?" She asked him. "I used to be, but not anymore. You are, however." He said to her, carefully backing away. "I will show you the road home."

Taking a step forward, Myrtle watched as the boy allowed himself to be engulfed by the odd vines, "hey wait kid, that doesn't look healthy!" Myrtle called out in panic, but he only chuckled as he vanished. She ran towards the mass of vines and as she touched it, they all flopped to the floor.

The boy was gone. Myrtle started to choke as the surrounding dust settled in her lungs, nose, and throat. Try as she might, she couldn't catch her breath. Her legs gave way below her. Myrtle grasped at her neck as her vision wavered, and soon darkness took her.

The ground was damp with the morning dew, but the earth was warm, Myrtle groaning softly lifted her head. Leaves and twigs tangled in her hair and a foul taste in her mouth as she spat out dust and ash.

"Where on earth?" she asked, voice hoarse as she propped herself up. Glancing at the surrounding woodlands, she lay there puzzled.

Sitting up made her leg muscles scream, and her arms felt weak, lungs burning as if she'd run a Triathalon. "What happened to me?" she thought, wincing as she looked down at her arm where a shallow gash lingered. Looking carefully, Myrtle spotted a sliver of twig embedded in her skin. "A splinter?" she questioned, finding more of the same on the other arm.

"It's a bad sign when you wake up in strange places." she sang to herself, gingerly standing on her feet, even that hurt.

"Barefoot," Myrtle thought looking down, "and they look worse than my arms, what the hell...." she exhaled.

"Better just get out of here." Myrtle said, looking around, "only....where is here?" she asked.

Walking about the trees, Myrtle could spot a small structure not far ahead. "Someone built that, so maybe there's someone's house around." Myrtle reasoned with herself, trying to pick up her pace, "at this rate, I'm never going to want to see the woods ever again." she muttered.

Myrtle circled around a very sturdy seeming wooden fort, It held an American flag and many signs. Made from tree branches, twigs, ropes, and scrap wood.

"Friends Welcome, Home of Will the Wise..... Castle Byers." Myrtle read quietly.

"It belongs to the missing kid they found." she thought. Myrtle sighed, "well, I can't go to them for help, they've been through enough without coming across my madness." Myrtle said, quickly heading off in a new direction.

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is it a controversial topic to say that making the reader's appearance overly detailed, giving them a title and a overly detailed backstory (mary sue backstory often), focusing more on their pov which reveals their personality heavily that some readers would NOT relate too, not making it poc friendly, saying it's gn but using personal pronouns and characters calling them gender specific nicknames (princess/ baby girl...etc), is it controversial to say you didn't write an x reader fanfic but an x OC and you're tricking us to read it?? lmfao i think people have the right to be mad ESPECIALLY if it's not gn or poc friendly when you claimed it was... like i love writers and i appreciate the works ALL of you are putting yall are awesome for giving us this fanfics but PLEASE BFR

if your (y/n) is someone the reader can't relate to it's not x reader. simple as that. idk why ppl are scared of saying this.

PS; i deleted a stupid reply that got mad at x black!reader for being exclusively for black people when black/poc friendly fanfics are already a minority when the harmful majority is very european centered (white people specifically) and even very anti black in some cases. don't twist my post to be fucking racist/sexist/homophobic/fatphobic or ableist because that's not what i'm talking about at all ffs. to the poc and other minority creators who are writing for their people and for unconventional, non-white beauty standards i love you, you're amazing and a straight up war veteran in some of these fandom, geez. (this is for context if anyone looks at the replies. and to tell yall to be decent human being cuz some of you are bold ASF.)

PS 2; i didn't want to address this but, some people pointed out that writing ambiguos x reader is impossible and hard. that's not the case at all, look at the most popular fanfics in a fandom x reader. they ARE ambiguous and general stuff! such as jealousy headcanons, general dating headcanons, prompts, general kinks or the like.... why? because you didn't give the reader too many details or made them mfing black widow or madoka kaname, who'll be relating to that???? you might say "oh i'm writing for myself" or "this is my self-insert don't like it don't read" cool, we all have self-inserts. stop tagging it as x reader however. that's it. tags exist for a reason, and you not using it properly is your problem not the readers who have been misled.

Ps 3 PLEASE READ: ❗❗❗

I read what other people opposing this post said and I absolutely get how difficult it is to write for ambiguous readers. I'm deeply sorry for making it seem as though I'm berating writers when I don't share my work here on tumblr. My post was NOT meant to insult creative writing OR to say that putting the slightest bit of detail on your headcanons, fanfics, scenarios etc is a terrible thing because I assure you it's NOT. But please for the love of god tag your work correctly. THAT'S IT. And give warnings and heads ups about what your writing contains. If it has fem!reader only tag it as fem!reader, if there's mention of physical characteristics specific to one race others or group may not relate to PLEASE give a warning. I know the content here on tumblr is free and I like many here are SUPER grateful for it.

I don't appreciate entitled readers and ik how frustrating it is to get backlash from something that you do for free and it brings you immense joy, but please remember your work is also public and by that it WILL be subjected to criticism and feedback however it may be. And of course I'd never support harrassment or rudeness on any party giving or receiving feedbacks.

Remember that tags and warnings exist for a reason and you're free to write WHATEVER as long as you publicize it keeping in mind the target audience you're reaching. Of course people will not be happy if you state your work is something that ultimately isn't. But imo if you give a prior information then no one should harrass or demand of you anything. This post was made to address the lack of honestly with certain content, the non-poc friendly fanfics and MY PERSONAL OPINIONS. You're free to agree and you're free to disagree.

I read the replies and tags and I understand both sides of the argument, but I also needed to clarify what this post is NOT about. Of course any harrassment or rude comments will be ignored. You're free to have your opinions and preferences and free to say them as long as it isn't problematic.

I also removed the x reader because I understand how it would be hypocritical of me but I truly needed to get people's opinions on a wider scale. Again I apologize if I offended everyone and if I came off as rude or entitled i promise you that's not the case, And you can't even say I think the fanfics should be centered around me since most with the unconventional beauty standards and personality within them do not match me in any way and that's okay 💁‍♀️

#genshin impact #honkai star rail #csm #jjk #fandoms #fandom: discourse #fandom discourse #(y/n)#hopefully i covered everything regarding my take and the feedback i received.#also sorry but i won't allow anon messages since i already got soms nasty ones and I'm not bothering to argue with someone-#that either was crude or gave threats #if you misinterpret my post as something as me restricting writers or being entitled it's on you and your reading comprehension

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lovergirl!hazel headcanons

｡.｡ just some evidence of a love that transcends hunger, tbh.

a/n: i needed a break from writing a fic and wanted to write something sappy. this is the something sappy in question. wanted it to give how-you-become-hazel's-lover -> what she does when you're actually her lover vibe but it just got real mushy. i like it. i hope you like it, too. proofread, but i'm blind as fuck + i'm rusty, so.

tags: gender neutral (i think. i may have fucked up once or twice. please correct me if i did, i proofread fr fr over time. not intended for cis men), body neutral, and poc friendly. some niche reader things (tarot mention, reader wears makeup). mild nsfw -- kissing, making out, heavy petting. almost third base. starts in high school, ends in college.

practice fanfic etiquette. please don't plagiarize or repost my stuff.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who sits up straight on the edge of your bathtub and looks up at you in complete awe when you're getting ready. she's got the dumbest, most lovesick puppy look in her eyes as she watches her lover line her lips, and apply a sheer coat of gloss on top. when they turn around to ask if it's even, hazel smiles so wide that it makes the apples of her cheeks sore.

she doesn't really know if it looks okay, she just knows that she wants to kiss you.

she only manages an mhm because it's what you want from her and, well.. at this point, hazel's convinced that she'd drop just about everything to give whatever you want.

you snicker, closing the space between you in slow and steady strides. "what are you looking at, huh?" you teases, grin stretched across lips lined nude, gleaming pink.

"mmm..." hazel can't help but like, drunklenly (she's dead sober).. haphazardly loop you in by the belt loop, head tilting easily to the right. "yyyyyou."

her eyes droop as she falls victim to the familiar spell that you cast over her. one that starts with you taking her face in her hands, and bringing yourself close enough for to take in all at once. she's made dizzy by the smell of your conditioner, made defenseless by the familiar trace of your body wash radiating off of your skin.

"what're you looking at me for?" you grin, your hands hot on her cheeks as you stand between her legs.

"why wouldn't i wanna look at you?" hazel gently manages, hand finding comfortable purchase on your hips. she grips gently with admiration, fingertips pressing into sacred flesh of something, someone, who she couldn't believe is hers. "you're just so pretty."

but let's take a few steps back first,

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who meets you purely by coincidence. you don't go to fight club, and you don't do cheer. you don't have any classes together, you hardly even know of each other. you do, however, have to work concessions for football together one night.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't talk much, and honestly standing next to you feels kinda stupid with the bruise that she has on her cheek. she usually never really cares and she's usually super talkative -- she doesn't talk much because well.. she doesn't really know.. how to. how to talk to pretty people -- well, it's not like she finds you pretty, it's just.. anyways,

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who makes some dumb joke about athletes and you kind of snort.. and she's immediately charmed. hazel callahan who has a desire to keep you entertained, and continues to do so throughout the remainder of the game.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who actually is in your class, but, neither of you just really noticed. hazel callahan who sits next to you in the weeks following. who spends her free periods with you. who eats lunch with you. who eventually gets around to telling you about fight club, over turkey and rye sandwiches.

"so you just, like..." you take a break from chewing, tonguing some bread out of your back molar. "punch the shit out of each other, and it's school-sponsored?"

"...well, yeah. but in like a self-defense, queer way. bring people together, create some solidarity. a safe-space on campus for queer community, kind of thing."

"oh okay, so like, in a slay way," you revise.

hazel stares. scoffing out a gentle laugh. "uh... yeah.." hazel furrows her brows, shaking her head. "um.. what does that.. what does that, like, mean?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who becomes your best friend.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who really likes you. like, as a person.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who likes you maybe a little bit too much.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't know how to embroider, so when you embroidered her converse -- creating a wreath of vines, speckled with bright little flowers around the all star symbol -- she was so happy. but she felt so bad because she didn't know how to repay you.

"let me make it up to you?" she insists, fingers playing with your own, but not creating enough distraction to prevent you from protesting.

"what?" you scoff, subconsciously locking her hands with yours, as though you're about to declare a thumb war. "no, how?"

"i don't know! this is so nice, let me like..." hazel shrugs voice dropping timidly, "..take you out or something."

a beat passes, one that feels like forever. a large enough one to create space for all the butterflies to rumble around both of your stomachs, and for the elephant to pass through the room. hazel can't tell if it's your hand that's begun to sweat in your grasp, or if it's hers.

your eyes narrow at her, grin stretched into something cheshire as you shake your hand, and hers. "i think you just wanna take me out on a date."

hazel smiles sheepishly, cheeks flushing a bright flamingo. she shrugs, next words quiet and intentional,

"so what if i do?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan doesn't know how to embroider but she does have an eye for wildflowers. when the girl who shows up at your doorstep, it's with a dorky smile, a batch of spring, and a bandaid wrapped around her index finger and her thumb. the flowers that she biked about an hour north to pluck -- from a field she discovered after having simply gone too far -- are bunched together and wrapped in a trader joe's paper bag, the kind that her mom always leaves in the kitchen under the sink. she put the boquet together herself. spent too much time thinking about whether or not you would like the arrangement or the colors, probably went to the store to grab a few of your favorite flowers that she couldn't find.

"oh, these are for you. see, i tried to make this whole thing, like.. semi.. transactional. again, like, i don't really know how to embroider flowers, or like anything really, so... these were next best thing, i guess." she offers, as though it's nothing.

"you look.. really nice." hazel's eyes linger, stricken and dumb. she fills her lungs with air, huffing out her next sentence. "are yoooouuu.. ready to go?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who thinks that star signs mean nothing, and doesn't know jackshit about crystals or anything of the like. but hazel callahan who is all eyes and ears, criss-cross-apple-sauce with you on her floor, as she watches you knock your knuckles on a deck of tarot cards and shuffle through them for what you called a "semi unreliable, two-card reading."

hazel callahan who jumps a little when two cards fly out from the deck. who furrows her eyebrows when you turn the over. an the lovers and two of cups, both upright.

"what..." she snorts. "what does that mean?"

"um.." she watches you blush. "it means.." and she blushes when your eyes linger on hers, and then look up. feels her stomach flutter when she watches you take a deep breath in through your nose, like you're shuffling through all of the words in your head.

"...let's just saaaaayyyy... nnnew connections might be coming your way, soon."

hazel has no fucking idea what that means, looking at you, she surely could hope that that's true.

...

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is shocked that you want to like.. have a sleepover with her. this doesn't really happen to her. like at all. but it's happening with you, so she's down.. but it has to be planned. hazel callahan pulls out all the stops to try to make sure that it's.. well, perfect, she guesses? she makes sure that it's on a weekend where her mom is out of town (not even because she wants to do anything but you know how her mom is). she asks you what all of your favorite snacks are beforehand, and offers to go get more if you run out. she makes sure that you have satin pillowcases if you have textured hair, just in case you forget a bonnet, or anything. probably does that regardless of whether or not that's applicable to you, because she hears it's better for your skin and what not. she gets a weighted blanket for you and some extra pillows + takes out an extra throw if she knows that you get cold easily, or damn near strips her bed down to just one comforter and gets a desk fan to face her bed if she knows that you get too hot.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who you create a shared movie list with, and who will sit with you and watch all of your favorite movies. all of your least favorite movies. will watch movies that you insist that she must see and will do so with very little fight because it's whatever you want, really. hazel callahan who is very quickly realizing that she would do whatever you wanted, as long as it meant that it got you to smile.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ (hazel callahan who, granted, talks through a lot of those fucking movies. like. hazel callahan who has a really fucking hard time paying attention to movies.)

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who clearly has overthought everything. who laughs at and understands all of your dumb jokes and is always a little shocked when you laugh at hers. who lets you rest your head on her shoulder when you watch movies in her home-theater. who lays with you in her bed and compares your tiktok for you page with hers and finds it a little too easy to poke fun of you. finds it not as easy to remain calm when your head rests comfortably on her chest, and thus hopes to god that all of the cringy tiktok audios are masking the sound of her heart beating out of her chest.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who looks at you when you mention that it's getting late, and insists that there's a guest room if you wanna sleep in there, or an air mattress that she was supposed to blow up.

"it's too late for that, though." you frown.

"no," hazel, being hazel, is quick to reassure, shaking her head. "no, no, i could totally blow it up. we have an automated pump, it'll take like 20 minutes."

"mm, i don't know, it's still kinda late for all of that..."

hazel blinks at you. her eyebrows raise, corners of her lips gently upturning. "okay. i mean, do you wanna take the guest room?"

you look up at her, eyes big on purpose. "that guest room's kinda scary." you lift a brow. "it's dark. and cold."

hazel thinks she might.. be tripping. she has to be. her blink is slow, and her face knots together, and releases -- the way it does when she gets all timid and indecisive. "o..kay..." she grins nonetheless, furrowing her eyebrows. "so then .. where are you gonna sleep?"

"..i mean.." you burn, and so does she. "...i could just sleep here with you?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who can't help but feel girlish and vulnerable laying in her bed with you, her stomach tied in knots over how there is nothing usual about this situation. fully seeing you in your pajamas. feeling the gentle flesh of your bare calves rub against hers. being within such close proximity of you that she can still smell the lingering remnants of soap on your skin from your shower.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who dares to let her finger dance on your upper bicep, but that's just about it, really.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who only nudges closer only when you nudge closer. who only lowers her voice, when you lower your voice. who only holds eye contact when you start it, but is always the first to look away.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who falls into a trap: eye contact held after some conversation that did not, and does not matter. she follows your eyes down, chocolate eyes focusing on the arch of your cupids bow. she does tilt her head up to find her nose nudging softly against the underside of yours. she doesn't know how you two got this close. hazel callahan who feels her hands grow sweaty, feeling your breath linger over her the chap of her lips. who nearly stiffens when she feels your hand press into her back, but instead arches into the crevice your body makes and presses her palm against your hip.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who does what she thinks she's supposed to do, and kisses you -- soft and gentle, like the whispers that fluttered over both of your lips earlier. brief, and endearing.

her lips stick to yours, and then her lips press into yours. and then her lips open when yours do, and her hand tightens on you when yours does.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who has no fucking idea what she's doing. like, seriously. she kind of knows -- i mean, okay, yeah, she knows how to kiss, but this is, like.. not just a kiss. hazel's kisses are brief. gentle, maybe a little slow. never this deep. hazel callahan who forgets herself when her fingers weave through your hair. hazel callahan who doesn't recognize the way her breath shakes in your throat when your fingers ambitiously sift through her thick, black locks and pull.

hazel callahan whose lips slot over yours, and unlock. who leans forward when you lean back, and is almost nearly on top of you.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't know what to do with her hand, so she puts it everywhere. glides it over your side, presses it over the expanse of your lower back. who smooths her hand under your shirt and marvels in the way your skin burns against her palm. who itches to explore, traversing over your stomach, venturing up, up, and up--

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who stops dead in her tracks when you hum something sour in her mouth and grab her wrist. who looks at you stunned with parted lips as you softly shake your head against hers.

"not yet," you pant, opening your eyes to look at her. "not yet."

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who bats her lashes, dizzy with affection yet sobered from your action. she knows how you sound. not like you're rejecting her, but like you're admitting something, which you.. might be. something that she understands. regardless, she understands.

but she burns bright with embarrassment, stomach rattling with a guilt that crawls up her throat and wraps around it, tightening and tightening...

"yeah," she manages a whispers after a while. somehow, it's still raspy. "yeah, okay.."

"okay.."

"...m'sorry--"

"don't be," you shake your head. "keep kissing me."

you rush, and it's kind of just in time. whatever stinging was lingering in her chest subsides as you bring yourself closer, lips softly capturing her lower lip in affirmation after hazel just stares at you.

hazel callahan who blinks, oscillating between consciences, dazed and a little confused. she's cautious and readjusted, her hand only lingering over your side as she whispers a faint "are you sure..?"

the sentence dissolves when on the tip of hazel's tongue when her lips find yours again, at your action, which is her answer. hazel callahan who listens. who lets you take her hand and place it somewhere that feels more comfortable, somewhere that's right and yet still sensual.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is wiped, but intentional with every kiss that either you or her leads, every swipe of her lips over your jaw, every tender kiss that you let her place against the stretch of your neck.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who will admire within her bounds. kissing you, and drowning in you until she is simply too sleepy to continue. until she is dizzy and feels comfortable enough to nuzzle her face somewhere into the crook of you, breathing you in until you become a part of her dreams,

and she will wake -- in the morning, and in the middle of the night -- only to have a hard time believing that she isn't still dreaming.

...

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who kind of has to get used to.. all of it. who crushes, even though she's already "achieved," so to speak. who grins at her phone when she's texted, who finds any excuse to facetime you and keep you on the line -- sometimes just so that she can look at you. who finds any excuse to be around you.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who you can't get rid of once you go both go to college. who facetimes you whenever, who visits you on weekends. who comes into your space and steals all of your sweatshirts and your pajama pants and of course, all of your spare time.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel "no, i can make that for you" callahan who can't embroider, but can crochet. she will buy you that jellycat that you really want, a hundred percent. hazel callahan will also greet you with a fucked up rendition of said stuffed animal that you wanted (giving jamdog, perhaps) and furrows her eyebrows when you have to hide your laugh with your hand.

"what?" she asks, grin dulling only for a moment. "do you not like it?"

"no it's--" you cover your mouth. "it's perfect." you cackle. when you cup her cheeks, all the worry and fear of judgement fades. sort of. at least enough. "you're perfect, babe. i love it."

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who does, in fact, keep a picture in her wallet of her lover, ready at all times. hazel callahan who weaves her lover into casual conversation.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who still doesn't really understand figure of speech all that well so when you say things like "i wish you could just come over," she literally goes "..well like, i could,"

and then proceeds to make like, a three hour drive.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who keeps the picture that you hate of yourself as her lockscreen and it's not to spite you, it's because she thinks you're beautiful, and she has no idea what you're talking about.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who figures out what names you like to be called by throwing everything at a wall and seeing that sticks. pretty. handsome. lover. angel. baby. and when she does find one, one that makes you blush just about as hard as she does every time you even look in her direction, she holds it over your head to high heavens. makes it your contact name. uses it to punctuate reassuring sentences, when she greets you, when she tells you goodnight.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who gets to take you on real dates, and gets excited to. who gets giddy when you get ready. who gets to fix your hair and come up behind you when you take mirror selfies once you're finished. who now feels comfortable enough to place her hands at the mid-point of your waist and let them venture toward your frontside while she rests her chin on your shoulder, and leans in to kiss your cheek. who tells you you smell nice, and makes you smile when she buries her face into some part of you and literally just goes rahhhh!!!!

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is also stuck sometimes, in moment such as these, watching the wonder who she has had a crush on since high school -- jesus, has it really been that long? -- with gentle eyes and a completely disarmed disposition.

hazel callahan who is honestly such a fucking loser -- like, literally, loser-since-birth, no-hope-since-middle-school, gay-haircut-and-new-repotoire-can't-save-you, loser, and can't help but ponder and marvel over how someone like you is in her hands. in her face. in her life.

"m'not that pretty," you insist, fingers weaving through her hair, nails etching at hazel's scalp in a way that hazel has grown to like. love, even.

her eyes flicker over your face, smile lopsided and eyes heavy like despite everything, you don't even know the half of it. she scoffs, voice hardly above a whisper,

"yeah no, you are so much more than pretty."

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #lesbian #wlw #bisexual #sapphic #ruby cruz #ruby cruz x reader #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #lets go lesbians

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inclusivepedrolibrary · 1 year

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Welcome to the Inclusive Pedro Library!

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[ID: The banner for our blog! On top of a peach pink cloud background with sparkling stars are two rows of six circles, filled with characters played by actor Pedro Pascal. In the top row from left-to-right, are characters: Din Djarin/The Mandalorian, Javier Peña, Javier Gutierrez, Oberyn Martell. In the fifth circle there is cursive text reading: “The Inclusive Pedro Library.” In the sixth and last circle of the row there is a photo of Joel Miller. In the bottom row from left-to-right, are characters: Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Pero Tovar, and Frankie Morales. In the bottom right corner there is text reading: “Tumblr: @inclusivepedrolibrary.” End ID]

We recognized a need for an inclusive space for Pedro fans on Tumblr, so we decided to start a curated list of fanfics and fan art.

We carefully screen all reader-insert fic recs to avoid white-coded language (such as flushing/blushing, red marks on skin, white-coded hair, etc).

We also want to build a library of POC and other underrepresented authors and artists, and curate fics and fan art featuring Pedro characters with queer and/or POC OCs. (We do not read or reblog RPF about Pedro Pascal, we only accept fics about his characters.)

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just-here-for-the-moment · 2 years

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JHFTM Fic Recs - blank slate Reader Insert fic recs Organized by Pedro Character

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October 14, 2022 fic recs

Blank Slate Reader Insert Fics - These are fics I've really enjoyed and where I did not find any racial descriptors of the Reader Insert character. There are no white-coded Reader descriptors such as blushing, red marks, visible brusing, sucking a mark into skin, hair or other skin descriptors! These are true Blank Slate Reader Insert fics!!! 🌟🌟🌟 My own notes are added here, such as if there is a general mention of hair or certain body type descriptors, but please heed all author warnings. My blog and all fics that I recommend are for 18+ friends only. Minors do not interact.

Dave York

A Weekend Away by @juletheghoul - AU Wealthy Dave York x wife - HOT HOT HOT!!!!

Din/Mando

Eyes Closed, Comm Open by @oonajaeadira - Din x f!reader, soft and lovely. This is one of my all-time favorite fics ever, ever, ever, EVER.

Jack "Agent Whiskey" Daniels

Kinktober 2021 - Daddy kink by @hopeamarsu - Jack x f!reader (but it reads as a GN reader too!) This crossed my dash again recently, and even though she calls it "the unsexiest Daddy kink fic out there" I'm telling you that it's actually cute and hot! I love the verbal teasing and anticipation!

Javier Peña

Kinktober 2022 - Office Sex by @nobedofroses - Javier x f!Reader - You're working late, and working hard, and Javi knows just how to use his talented tongue to relieve your stress!

Pero Tovar

Kinktober 2022 - Stripping by @clydesducktape - Pero Tovar x f!Reader insert, from her An Impractical Time AU, which if you haven't read yet, please go do so! It's SO GOOD!!

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quartzalynlove · 11 months

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Dating Hobie Brown Would Include

Summary: various hobie x black fem reader hcs

A/n: this man yall...THIS MAN. Also listen I know very little abt British slang but I did my best-

He will pop up at your house at any hour

Early in the morning bc he wants to say hi

Going to take a little superhero break in your room

Or chilling with you at night

I think he would dabble in video games but if you're more into them than him he could sit and watch you play for hours

He likes stealing the job of your game chair and having you sit in his lap while you game

And omg don't be wearing his clothes he thinks you're so hot in his stuff

He'll just give you his clothes sometimes just to see you wear them

If you're also punk he'll give you so much gear

And probably get you two matching jackets and pins

You aren't entirely sure what his love language is

It's pretty much an even mix of everything

Insecurity is not an option around him

He'll either tell you how he loves you the way you are or how perfection is a construct of society to pressure people into conforming

He really can't believe that YOU are HIS

You're just so bad like a dream girl come to life

Calls you babe and sometimes "peng ting"

He almost never calls you by your name tho

He likes pda

His hand will always be on your thigh no matter where you're chilling

And he'll give a few cheek kisses in public

I feel like he'd be obsessed with just doing stuff to your hair

Give him a box of rubber bands and some beads or other accessories and he'll go ham

It's always really cute and unique so he's lowkey like a personal stylist

He also just knows how to do your hair in general

So if you don't feel like dealing with wash day you know who to call

He cannot cook or bake but he does have your regular orders from your favorite restaurants memorized and will surprise you with fast food

He'd do whatever for you in a heartbeat

Sometimes you don't have to ask he just knows

He acts as cool as he is all the time but you be having him mentally swinging his feet

You can tell by a lazy smirk he does or he'll just tell you

"You're actin' mad cute rn, peng ting"

Most of the time when he's gone he's just thinking about seeing you again

He will definitely bring you up in conversation at least once a day

Taught you how to play his guitar

He wrote a song about you that's his favorite to practice alone in his room

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fr-ogii · 8 months

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smells like summer

bakugo katsuki

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

summer days and nights with katsuki

a bit of a late summer post but to be fair, i started this back in june or something

mosquito bites, despite how much they itched and how aggravating the bumps were to feel whenever you ran your hands over your skin, never seemed to matter when you were with katsuki.

the daytime brought sunburns and salty skin (if you were lucky enough to go to the beach). you almost drowned a couple times when bakugo decided it was a good idea to sneak up behind you underwater and pull you under the waves, but you had a good time nonetheless.

lunches were never boring. the grittiness of the bits of sand that somehow ended up in your sandwich whenever you ate on the beach were a bit irritating, you never once wished for anything to change. however.. you were a bit inclined to set up a picnic blanket underneath a tree somewhere when given the option. you loved any excuse to cuddle outside with your bellies full from the lunch bakugo crafted a few hours ago.

but bakugo much preferred the nights. they usually ended with all his friends over, conked out after playing some new game for hours. kirishima and denki likely got into a foolish spat arguing over the rules of some game that mina invented yesterday. bakugo would claim to himself and others that he only invited them over to “school” them and “prove that he was the best”. it was clear to you that this was a load of crap. you saw that endearing way he furrowed his eyebrows and how he turned around - feigning exasperation - to hide the smile that had crept onto his face in reaction to the ridiculousness of his friends’ arguments.

there was a 50/50 chance that the next morning would start with a bike ride to a nearby pond. there was also a 50/50 chance one of the them would forget their swim suits and have to skinny dip while the rest of you laughed at their misfortune.

the stickiness of the humid summer air, the bruises on your legs that just seemed to appear out of nowhere, all of it would have been annoying if it were anyone else, but you couldn’t help but feel content when it was katsuki.

#bnha #x reader #poc friendly #x gn!reader #comfort #fluff #mha #mine 📹#bakugo #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki #katsuki x reader #summer days #summer fanfic #drabble #bakugo x fem!reader #bakugo x masc!reader

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chaichaiiskai · 1 year

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TITLE: We’re Different But That’s Okay

— CHAPTER SIX —

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CONTENT WARNING: violence, blood, abduction, (sort of but nothing super horrible) graphic description of injuries

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“ALRIGHT. Heads for dead and tails for dread.” You state, staring at the Tibetan mastiff hybrid who sat across from you at the dining room table. Tetsu nods silently in agreement, watching as you retrieve a quarter from the long-forgotten swear jar (aka rainy day money) that was sitting in the center of the table as a makeshift centerpiece. The moment was intense, the two of you were silent, the video game you’d all be indulging in was now forgotten, the low hum of the game’s background music egging the two of you on. Eijirou was pacing around in the living room pretty silently for a man of his stature, he seemed to be in deep thought, Katsuki, you believed, was still showering.

With a gulp, you positioned your right hand into a ‘thumbs up’ position, the quarter appropriately placed on your pointer finger. And then, with the flick of the tip of your thumb, you sent the quarter flying upwards towards the ceiling. E/C and dark grey eyes followed the little circle of copper as it soared upwards and then began to descend. You speedily caught it and gave it one last flip, slapping it onto the back of your left hand. You remained covering the coin for a few seconds longer before finally moving your hand away, revealing the answer to your next plan of action.

“Heads.”

…

After the fate of the two unlucky individuals was decided, Tetsutetsu broke out the whiteboard that he had specifically for writing down new meal recipes. As much as you wanted to rush in and seek vengeance on Katsuki’s behalf, you listened to Tetsutetsu’s suggestion and the two of you had begun planning. It was obvious that the two of you were more alike than originally anticipated, considering you were both ready to cut someone for justified reasons. Tetsu had just jotted down some basic things that needed to be avoided while committing the assault, this way, you could act without getting caught but also give the karma that was best served hot.

“I say we wear masks, show up to their place in the dead of night and burn the house down with them still in it.” You boldly suggested, there was no telling if you were joking or not but I digress. “That puts their neighbors at risk, and I’d feel bad about having the fire department have to come and waste their time putting it out.” Eijirou reasoned, though his reasoning didn’t exactly seem to disagree with your idea entirely. His voice was void of all emotion and his face was stone cold, arms crossed over his broad chest as he leaned back in the dining room chair, staring at the whiteboard Tetsu was currently standing in front of with a red dry-erase marker in hand. Thankfully, he served as the buffer for both of you.

“You two know exactly why that’s wrong on so many levels. No one’s killing anyone, all we need to do is mildly inconvenience them with a few broken bones and a couple ‘o bruises. Maybe a hospital visit or two.”

Okay… maybe none of you were sane, but who could blame you? One of your family members had just suffered something traumatic thanks to some selfish and horrible decisions, you had a right to be protective and angry on his behalf.

You sighed, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes when you realized that both Eijirou and Tetsu were right. You three couldn’t go to jail, so, the best option was some kind of anonymous assault. “How about I use my quirk to light a molotov cocktail and—“ “Y/N, this ain’t Call of Duty, be more practical,” Tetsu said, throwing an extra marker at your head, which you quickly caught and then threw back at him.

This time around, Eijirou spoke up. “It’ll probably be better that I sit this one out. I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself if I saw Touka or her in in-person. I’m trusting you two to handle it. Just… please, please don’t get caught.”

…

And that’s what’s led you and your silver-haired bro to where you currently were. In the dead of night, ski masks over your faces and clenched fists at your sides, parked a few doors down from the front door of Touka’s house, dressed in all black and blending in easily with the night, even going as far as to wear black latex gloves. The two of you had shown up just mere hours after Katsuki had come knocking on the door, so you both only assumed that the two targets of your assault were still in the same place. You had a lighter in your hand, ready to activate your quirk whenever it proved to be necessary. It had been quite some time since you’d been to this place, and you’d probably never come back if things worked in your favor. As the two of you approached the front door, you remembered the key under the mat that was so foolishly left there for you to grab by the unsuspecting homeowner. Never trust your neighborhood, dumbass Touka. Once you had the key in your grasp, you unlocked the door and stepped inside, Tetsu following behind you, not even bothering to take off your shoes because, oh yeah, fuck Touka and that grimy bitch.

You quietly shut the door behind you and set the key down on the table near the door. Now, it was just you and Tetsu, idling in the front room where the living room was located. The two of you seemed to telepathically communicate, nodding at each other.

You knew exactly where the fucker slept. The two of you tiptoed down the hallway, both of you holding a duffel bag under your pits as you motioned to one of the doors in the hallway, which happened to be Katsuki’s bedroom. Before the fun truly began you had to make sure you got his things, including important documents and whatever else was needed. That was simple enough since everything was pretty much out in the open. It was miraculous how the two of you had managed to gather so many things in such little time while the two you were about to terrorize were none the wiser to what was going on inside the safety of their home. You were starting to get a little impatient but understood the importance of getting Katsuki’s things first before you would begin wreaking havoc on these shit stains. Once you’d filled the duffel bags with necessities and grabbed the needed legal documents for the next steps, you and Tetsutetsu placed the bags into the trunk of your car and went back inside the little house.

And with that, it was time to make an entrance that no one in their right mind would ever forget. But you couldn’t exactly do the terrorizing inside so… let’s just say because of your career you had access to some dangerous drugs that you had put into some syringes and injected into the necks of the unsuspected couple. It wasn’t meant to kill them, just to get them to sleep long enough to be transported to a more /remote/ area, which happened to be around forty minutes out of the city and on the side of an unfrequented road. This scene was right out of a movie. You’d stolen the young couple right out of their bed, and neither of them was aware of the danger they were about to be in.

Tetsu had decided to drive this time, the captives asleep in the back seat. Was it bad that you were excited about terrorizing them? They deserved it after all. When the both of you decided you’d driven out enough, far away from any potentially prying eyes, Tetsu parked the car and got out, following suit, then you both respectively went towards the backseat doors, opening them up to reveal your soon-to-be victims. You were given the task of slapping her awake, and Tetsu tasked himself with doing the same to Touka.

With the power of the anime god and some pent-up anger you had stored away somewhere in the depths of your soul, you struck the woman across the face (hard enough to cause some very noticeable swelling) and Tetsu mirrored your actions to her male counterpart.

When she startled awake and caught your gaze with a horrified expression, you grinned sinisterly through the mask you wore.

“Wakey wakey, bitch. You’re about to meet your maker.”

And with that, you proceeded to wrap a fistful of her hair around your hand and began dragging her out of the car and onto the dirt road. You threw her to the ground nearby and you could hear Touka struggling nearby, Tetsu easily pulling him along by his hair as well so he could toss the man onto the ground beside his girlfriend.

The area you’d chosen was right in the middle of some inhabited farmland that was lush with green grass and flowers, it was rather serene, too bad you’d be bloodying the ground with the fluids of these scoundrels.

Touka and her began backing away from the two masked assaulters, having no idea who they were or what they had done to provoke them. Even Hellen Keller could see just how terrified they were, which seemed to piss you off even more. “Hold his face in place while I kick this bitch’s teeth in. I want him to watch.” You said to Tetsu, walking towards her, she seemed to be trying to scramble away with you with each of your forward steps. Tetsu did just that, moving to hold Touka by the hair on the top of his head, gripping it with enough force to pull out a few strands. “Don’t even think about closing your eyes. You’ve gotta keep your eyes open for the show.”

At that moment, it seemed that the initial shock had seemed to wear off. “What the hell do you want?! Money?! I’ll give you all the money you want! Just please leave us-“ “We don’t need your money. We need justice. Bakugou needs justice.” Tetsu growled, pulling at Touka’s hair which earned a whimper from the man who was currently on the ground, trying to claw at the steel hand that was in his hair. “What are you talking about?! He already ran away! What more do you want?!”

While Touka seemed to be doing all the talking, it seemed that the woman knew exactly what the two of you had been referring to, and you didn’t miss the way she seemed to tense up. Your grin seemed to grow and you stopped in your tracks, nodding your head in Touka’s direction while staring her down.

“Tell him. Or else—“ You pulled out your lighter and gave it a couple of flicks, a small flame appearing before you activated your quirk, causing the flame to grow four times in size, forming into the shape of what appeared to be an axe.

Even in the face of your threat, the woman decided that she wasn’t going to let some stranger further humiliate her, trying to hold onto whatever strings she had left of her dignity. “What? What the fuck are you talking about you crazy bitch! You’ve got the wrong person!! I don’t know what the hell you want but I’m not-“ Before she could continue her sentence, you had socked her right in the nose, a river of blood flowing from both of her nostrils. It seemed that she wasn’t going to admit to her crimes, so you figured you could skip right down to the ass-beating portion of what your plan was. The sudden strike had caused her to scream out in shock and pain, immediately shielding her face from further harm as she held onto her broken nose.

With a deep inhale, you stood back, looking down at her with a menacing gaze, your grin nowhere in sight.

“Stand up and fight me. Drugs should be outta your system by now.” You say, urging her to stand her ground against you while extinguishing the flame and putting your lighter away. Then you looked directly at Touka who flinched when your eyes met, attempting to shy away but it was impossible to do so with the grip that hadn’t moved an inch from his hair. “You sit there and wait for your turn, I’ll get to you soon enough.”

You cracked your knuckles afterward, watching as she stood up like a wounded animal, slowly raising her hands up and balling them into fists. Having done quite the number on her face, from the slap to the punch, you internally grimaced at the smeared blood that was painted across her face. You stared at her unamused and waited for her to strike first, getting into your own fighting stance as you gave her a chance to defend herself before the reckoning would begin.

And so, she charged towards you, throwing a punch in an attempt to strike you back in the face where you had struck her. Unsurprisingly, you dodged her with ease.

(cue Yung Bratz by XXTENTACION)

That was her only chance to hit you because, after that, crimson blinded your vision as you began to unleash a devilish power onto her, throwing punches and jabs left and right, fists connecting with bone and flesh with sickening noises that would have put Mike Tyson to shame. You held back none of your punches when striking her, staring blankly as you beat her into the ground until her face was almost completely swollen, she was almost unrecognizable once you were done with her. You beat her to the point of being nearly unconscious and then stood over her body, your feet positioned on either side of her thighs, staring down at her nearly swollen-shut eyes.

“I want you to remember this for the rest of your life. The next time you even think about touching anyone, hybrid or not without their permission, remember this night. Remember how I beat you ‘til you turned black and blue. Remember how scared you are at this moment. Remember that I could have killed you if I wanted to.” And to end your little speech with a bang, you spit on her face, causing her to flinch and whimper, curling into a fetal position when you step away from her. But nope, she wasn’t going to get away that easily just yet. You stepped towards her head and then lifted your foot up, bringing your boot down with enough force to knock her clean out, watching as her limbs fell limp onto the ground. You then turned, starting to head towards Touka, your heaving form edging closer towards him along with your menacing gaze that was less intense thanks to the ski mask you wore but still just as terrifying.

Touka had watched you beat his girlfriend, the sound of your heavy breathing and speech causing him to cower in fear as you approached him, knowing he was next. As soon as you stepped in front of him, he pissed himself, moistened the ground, and his pajama pants. You would have laughed if you weren’t feeling so aggravated.

…

Back at your shared home, Eijirou had been waiting worriedly for your return on the living room couch, fiddling with his hands in hopes that you weren’t going to be arrested and taken away from him. Maybe he should have gone with you… No. He would have done much worse than what you were probably doing. This was the better choice, plus, he was the one closest to Katsuki so it only made sense for him to stay and watch over him for the time being in case he came looking for comfort.

He’d been so caught up in his thoughts that he’d failed to notice a certain someone slowly coming into the living room and sniffling around, trying to pinpoint where you and the unfamiliar dog hybrid had gone. He noticed Eijirou on the couch and slowly approached him, debating on what he wanted to say to him in order to get his attention.

“Where’s your hotheaded girlfriend?” He asked, making his way towards the couch to sit down on the cushion beside his best friend, putting a little space between them for obvious reasons. Eijirou blinked out of his thoughts and then glanced at the blond, feeling a wave of relief as he looked down at him, worry and sympathy clear across his face as he debated on whether or not to say what you were doing right now. There was no point in hiding it anyways. He’d opened his mouth to say something but Katsuki beat him to it, looking away from the redhead as he balled up his fists on his lap. “Don’t look at me like I’m some sympathy case. I hate being pitied. I’m not weak.” He quietly said, which was a little uncharacteristic of him, even after being out of High School for so long. Immediately, Eijirou frowned, realizing that he must have been looking at the other like he was a kicked puppy.

The shark hybrid sighed, running a hand through his hair before scratching at his scalp a little. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look at you that way. I know you’re not weak. You’re the strongest guy I know, Kat, and that’ll never change. But even the strong should be able to be vulnerable sometimes, you’ve been through a lot, you know. I’m here for you… always.” He said, looking at his friend with a fond gaze, fighting the urge to engulf the slightly smaller male into a tight hug. Katsuki was silent, only the sound of them both breathing could be heard. But then, he finally spoke after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence. “Thanks, Ei.” He finally managed to say, followed by a sigh of what sounded like relief. Eijiro couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, being referred to that way by Katsuki was a variety within itself but when he did say it, it always felt like he was receiving the highest honor. “Can I hug you…?” Eijiro asked, observing Katsuki from where he sat, going back to fiddle with his fingers in his lap. In response, it seemed that the fox hybrid was considering his options but ultimately ended up grunting in acceptance of the other’s inquiries. Eijiro happily obliged and moved to tackle his best friend in a warm embrace, knocking both of them off of the couch and onto the floor. Katsuki felt the wind get knocked right out of his chest and hissed when he ended up on the floor but he didn’t pull away from the giant redheaded shark who held onto him tightly, pretty much squeezing the life out of him, hugging him rather reluctantly at first. This lasted a few seconds before he spoke up.

“Now, get offa me. You smell like fish.”

“…. Bakubro, I am a fish.”

“Exactly.”

crickets

“Why I outta…” Eijiro began, squinting at Katsuki like he was offended, he kind of was but he was also glad to see the shit-eating grin that was currently adorning the blond’s face. Commence the wrestling match between the two hybrids, rolling around on the floor like a looney tune fight, playfully attempting to bite each other while spewing out insults.

(author: seems a lil’ gay but you ain’t hear that from me.)

The wrestling continued for a few minutes before (somehow) Katsuki ended up being the winner, putting Eijiro into a sankaku-jime, locking his thick thighs around Eijiro’s neck to immobilize him until he tapped out, which he did. “Alright alright, I surrender!” The shark yelped, slapping the carpeted floor a few times, making Katsuki grin, even more, holding their position for a few more seconds until finally releasing the wheezing shark who rolled onto his back to catch his breath. “Gosh. I swear… one o’ these days you’re gonna kill me, Bakubro.” He complained, to which Katsuki responded with a chuckle, sitting up so he could sit down on the couch, laying across it, and getting comfortable. The two men were quiet yet again, but as you’d expect, it was interrupted once more, this time around it was by Eijiro’s growling stomach. Katsuki flickered his gaze down to the man on the floor who seemed to be blushing thanks to his hunger interrupting their quiet time. Expecting some kind of degrading joke from the other, Eijiro was pleasantly surprised to see the blond getting up to go into the kitchen, starting to look around in the fridge and cupboards for something to make to appease the great white shark’s hunger.

About ten minutes after Katsuki had started cooking something that was no doubt going to have a little spice and deliciousness, both hybrids immediately perked up when they heard the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened. You would have thought that Eijiro was a puppy with how fast he jumped up from the living room floor and rushed towards the door, his gaze soon falling on you and Tetsu as soon as you came through the door. Upon spotting him, you smiled at him and greeted him like usual. “Hey babe, you alright? Is Katsuki out of his shower yet?”

“Glad to see you dispshits didn’t get arrested!” Katsuki shouted from where he was inside the apartment, causing you to smile upon hearing that he seemed to have relaxed a little while you and Tetsu were gone. “I’m alright. How did it go— wait, are you bleeding?!? Lemme see!” Your boyfriend said, quickly stepping towards you after you were fully inside, shutting the door after Tetsu had come in as well, carrying both the duffel bags. “Remind me never to get on your bad side. I’ve fought plenty of people in the UGR (underground ring) but they don’t hold a candle to that ass-whoopin’ Y/N dished out.” Tetsu mumbled, walking away from the two of you and going to drop the bags near the couch, going to speak to his newest roommate.

You and Eijiro on the other hand were still nearby the front door, Eijiro smelling around you until he found the source of the coppery smell— your fists. The hybrid gasped in surprise, a frown soon appearing on his handsome face after he had carefully removed the gloves from your hands to reveal the almost sickening sight of your bloodied knuckles. “Why didn’t you wrap them before going out?! This looks horrible!” He exclaimed, shouting a little louder than he had anticipated before he grabbed onto your wrist and dragged you to the couch, forcing you to sit down on it before he disappeared further into the apartment. You groaned in relief, letting your weight sink into the couch while leaning your head against the back of it, shutting your eyes as you got completely comfortable.

Tetsu had moved to plop down onto one of the bean bags nearby, sprawled across it with his eyes closed as well. Man, being criminals was really tiring.

“Hey…” A shy voice from nearby began, who you distinguished as Katsuki. Your eyes slowly opened, seeing that he was standing behind the couch where you were seated, looking down at your face, currently wearing a hedgehog-themed apron. Cute. He was over at your place more times than you could count, this was basically a second home for you so you had gotten the apron for him as a gift considering he often cooked here too.

“You didn’t have to do that. I… appreciate it though.” He said, looking at you, and then Tetsu who seemed to have perked up when Katsuki approached. You lazily grinned at him. “No need. I would do it again, no doubt.” Tetsu nodded in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest before he yawned. “‘m goin’ to bed. Night kids.” He said, standing up and yawning, shuffling towards the oddly placed door in the living room that connected your apartment to his. When Tetsu was gone, Eijiro soon came back into the room and frowned when he noticed that Tetsu had disappeared, but figured that it was pretty late, so he headed towards where you were sitting, squatting down in front of you so he could start attending to your hands, setting the first aid down so he could access it easily.

“So… how did it go?” Eijiro asked as he began to clean your hands of dried blood, apologizing when you flinched at the faint sting of the opened wounds coming in contact with the disinfectant. Katsuki had gone back into the kitchen to continue doing what he’d been doing, but you didn’t doubt that he’d be able to hear you as you answered Eijiro’s question.

“Pretty okay. Thankfully, Tetsu was here, who knew he secretly had the mind of a criminal…” You lean in to whisper, knowing how strong the silver-haired man’s hearing was, you were half-expecting him to burst through the door right then and there and say something but you were glad he didn’t, he must have been pretty sleepy. Eijiro chuckled at your comment and waited for you to continue, which you did, deciding to leave out the gritty details of everything, instead opting for telling the basics.

“I beat that bitch’s ass in front of Touka, then, I told Touka that I was gonna send him some forms tomorrow to get Kat liberated from him, but….” You slowly turn to look at Katsuki who’d been staring at you from far away and seemed to have been listening to what you were saying, which you expected. “It’s up to you on where you wanna go, Katsuki, I’m not gonna force you to be aodpted by me or anything. I know that would probably be weird for-“ “Whatever. Let’s just do it.” He answered, not even needing much time to think about what would come next. He trusted Eijiro and he trusted you, he didn’t know Tetsutetsu but he had a feeling that they would get along, especially after what he’d done for him despite them being strangers just merely hours before.

You were pretty stunned by how quickly he’d accepted your offer, Eijiro wasn’t. After he bandaged up your hands, making sure to be extra gentle with you, he stood up and kissed your forehead, going to put the first aid kit back where he’d found it. You stood up afterward and went into the kitchen where Katsuki was. “Are you sure you don’t want to look for someone else to adopt you, Kat? I don’t want you to feel like you have no other choice besides me-“ “You sayin’ you don’t want me or somethin’?” He asked, his tone attempting to hide the slight hint of hurt that was mingled in with his usual gruffness. Immediately, you shook your head around so hard that Katsuki was surprised it hadn’t flown right off. “Hell NO! Of course I want to adopt you, Katsuki! You offend me. I just want you to have options. It’s bad enough that the society and the government don’t recognize hybrids as independent, I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable and safe.” He stopped stirring the curry he was making, setting the wooden spoon down so he could completely turn to look at you. “I know what I want, and I trust you and shitty hair so I don’t have’ta think too hard about the next step. I just can’t go back there. I don’t ever wanna see him or her again, and I damn sure don’t wanna end up in some shelter or in the hands of a stranger. But I don’t wanna be a burden on you so I’m gettin’ a job as soon as the papers are officiated.” He states, placing his hands flat down on the counter to lean against it, resting his weight there, a look of determination in his eyes that slowly brought a smile to your face.

“Alright, Kat. I’ll support you no matter what, y’know that right?” He mumbled in response, nodding his head as he picked the spoon up again to go back to stirring.

“Sounds like everything’s been sorted out,” Eijiro said as he entered the kitchen, moving to throw an arm around your shoulders as you stood by the doorway. You promptly nodded, leaning your head against his side, and then a few questions came to mind as you turned to look at the time on the stove, your confusion only growing stronger.

“Wait… why the fuck are you cooking curry at two in the morning???”

“Why else? Shitty hair’s hungry. I am too.”

“… can I have some too?”

“No.”

You visibly deflated at Katsuki’s words and then he snorted, rolling his eyes at your childish pout. “Of course, you can have some, idiot. ‘s not like I paid for any of these ingredients anyways. ‘least I can do after you’ve done all of that shit for me.”

You immediately perked up and wandered over to him with your arms open, pausing for a moment when you realized that you were about to invade his boundaries.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was expecting (maybe even looking forward to) you to come and hug him like you often did when he did something nice for you, but the hug didn’t come and he looked at you, noticing you had moved towards him but you had started awkwardly rubbing your arms while looking down. He stared at you and then at the big redhead, furrowing his brows at the taller man. Eijiro grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend to silently egg him on.

With a groan and a slam of the spoon he’d been holding (for the second time), he moved towards you and opened his arms, looking away from you. Immediately, you looked up and observed the state he was in and a smile broke across your face from ear to ear as you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his (ridiculously slim) waist, burying your face into his pecs. He grumbled something but held onto you just as tightly as you held onto him.

Eijiro watched from the side, a satisfied smile present on his face as he watched the two of you hug, noticing the slight pink that appeared on the tips of Katsuki’s ears. Cute.

And of course, he couldn’t resist, making his way towards the two of you with that giant pointy smile of his. As soon as Katsuki had sensed that Eijiro was coming toward you, he almost immediately seized up, dropping his arms to start pulling away from you, his fluffy ears pinning to the back of his head. But oh no, you weren’t letting go of him anytime soon, you already knew where this was going.

“You better fucking not. I will blow this entire kitchen up, I swear to fucking Santa— AH! SHITTY HAIR PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!”

With you clinging on for dear life to the blond, forcing him to stay in one place, you weren’t surprised when another set of arms had wrapped around the both of you and lifted you from the kitchen floor with ease. Eijiro had joined the hug to squeeze the two of you in a tight hug, looking as happy as a clam, even with the arctic fox growling, squirming, and spewing out profanities while trying to break free.

What a sight.

author’s note: oh dear, my bad, it’s been a very long since i’ve updated this story, blame it on the writer’s block 😔 i love this story but writing can be such a TASK, that’s my bAd. anyways, hopefully i will update this again before the year ends (no promises) hope you enjoyed this chapter! the ass beating was well-deserved

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There & Back Again | Chapter 6

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At the end of the school day, Myrtle perched herself atop the hood of her car, her knees drawn to her chest. "I can't believe you hugged them," she thought to herself, "or that you balled all over him." Myrtle hide her face in her arms, "or that you cried so hard your nose ran, god he must think you're gross," she murmured.

Myrtle lifted her head to look at the sky, "I wonder if Robin needs a ride home. I still never faced her today." she thought.

Then again, maybe it was for the best, after all - she couldn't take Robin with her to check on Amy. That would also be a hard one to explain.

"Oh, and how do you two know each other? Oh, well you know survived a horrible sex party together, ran back into each other and I hid her from the police....you know as it goes." Myrtle thought to herself, instantly sucked into her frantic thoughts.

Eddie leaned on the hood of Myrtle's car, resting his head in his hands as he looked up at her, calmly waiting for her to notice him there.

Sure, he could call out to her, "but what's the fun in that?" He asked himself. Eventually, she would see him, and she would get that look, it was a little like startling a puppy.

Eddie smiled to himself, "I wanna be right where you look when you least expect to find someone." He hummed in his head. "I want to be your surprise."

As if his mind had spoken to her, Myrtle finally looked down, slipping a little from the hood of the car.

Eddie chuckled, "what was your horse racing against this time?" He asked her. Myrtle slipped off the hood altogether and twisted the ends of her hair between two fingers. "Umm....nothing really just, friend problems I guess." she murmured.

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" Eddie asked, hooking his thumbs into his pants pockets. Myrtle peered down at the ground still fiddling with her hair, "Or you know....not, that's fine too." Eddie said, "sometimes it helps to see from an outside perspective. I mean, think of how much easier it would have been for Frodo Baggins if he could have asked the readers if they thought Smeagol was two-faced." He said.

Myrtle glanced up at him and couldn't help but smile.

The tiny smile on her face made Eddie's heartbeat quicken as he grinned down at her.

"Or if someone could have warned Bilbo to carry some bug spray." He added. He wanted that smile to stay, he wanted to turn into a giggle, and "I'm going to drive myself crazy-er, trying to keep that smile there." he thought.

Eddie had fully realized he was probably overshooting his shot, but he had grand designs on getting a date, summer was coming up fast and if he was going to have time to get closer, He needed her to want him around after the school hours ended.

"I'll probably screw up one way or another, hit the BFF blanket, and fly right over the boyfriend material or some shit." Eddie thought to himself, "and then there's the shock and horror of good ol' dad trying to run me out of town with my reputation." He mentally sighed.

"And she probably wouldn't want the freak." He thought his head tilting as he watched her face, "Look at her, fantasy nerd or not she probably dreams of some...pretty stud who could lift her over his head on the field of the winning game." Eddie's thoughts started to create a nervous knot in his stomach and without realizing it he began to twirl his own hair.

Myrtle watched as Eddie's seemed to be staring right through her, she glanced behind her but saw nothing. "Um" she hummed, daring to take a step closer, peering up at him, she waved her hand before his face, "Eddie?" she asked.

With a small twitch of his body, Eddie snapped free of his thoughts, "huh? Sorry... I swear I meant to listen...." He said with a sheepish smile.

Myrtle matched his smile, "It seems I'm not the only one who's got race horses up in there, huh?" she asked.

"It would seem so," Eddie said, he gestured his hand out to her, "But...It lost its race. I'm serious if you need someone to talk to. I'm all ears." He said.

Myrtle exhaled, "there's no way I can tell him all the details. I can be vague, though. Maybe it'll be enough?" she thought.

"Well.... Robin kind of hurt my feelings...she didn't mean to, I just... overreacted, it hit some.....sensitivities? I guess. And I don't know how to go up and say I'm sorry. I can't build up the courage and I haven't seen her all day, which is odd, so I think she's avoiding me." Myrtle confessed.

Once the words got going, they wouldn't stop.

"She's the only friend I have here, and she means a lot to me. I can't afford to mess up," she murmured. "I'm told I'm hard to put up with." She murmured.

"If you're hard to put up with, people are a lot more squishy than I thought they were," Eddie said.

Myrtle looked back down at her hands, "anyway...you're talking about Buckley...that, kind of spaztic girl in the marching band?" Eddie asked. Myrtle giggled, "that's Robin."

"People overreact from time to time, it happens. It's not a critical hit for a friendship. If anything," Eddie sighed, offering Myrtle a reassuring smile, "she was giving you time to cool down. I'm sure she's probably just as freaked out. If you talk to her, it'll be fine again." He said.

"You think?" Myrtle asked timidly, Eddie winked.

"I'm positive, you're a magnet McKinney, you pull people in." he said. Eddie's eyes spotted Chelsea sulking amongst her friends as they headed to a pink convertible. "Even if it's the wrong kinds of people for the wrong kinds of reasons." he murmured.

Myrtle glanced over her shoulder to see Chelsea and her crew drive off, spotting Myrtle, one of the girls kindly gave her the finger. In an instant, both of Eddie's hands flew up in response. "Back at you!" He shouted out, a long disapproving scowl on his face.

"Eddie!" Myrtle gasped.

"You weren't gonna do it, and someone had to." He reasoned, "It's not nice to flip off a girl." Myrtle said. Eddie squinted his eyes, "Oh right, because that's a girl?" He asked with a hard roll of his eyes.

"I'll have you know what you just faced today was a whole...well" Eddie leaned forward and whispered, "have you ever seen The Deadly Spawn?" He asked.

Myrtle burst into laughter, covering her mouth with both hands. "That's mean!" she shouted between giggles. "Yeah, well, she's mean. So it's perfectly fair, isn't it?" He hummed.

Myrtle shook her head, "I've got to go... I'll see you on Monday." She said, walking past him to the driver's side of her car. " Summer vacation starts next Tuesday you know, you think about coming to our show?" Eddie asked, holding her car door open for her.

Myrtle bit her lip, "I'd like to go" she thought to herself, "but.... Dad's probably got a schedule already planned out for me" she sighed mentally, already feeling drained from the thought of it. As she looked up at him in silence, Eddie tilted his head back.

"Riiight, just tell me this," he said glancing about before lowering his voice, "it's because of your old man right? And not because I sounded like a dying animal on stage today right?" he asked, voice fading from serious to playful as his eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Huh, no, no of course not you and the guys were great up there...." Myrtle said quickly from the seat of her car. Eddie beamed, But it faltered as a worried glimmer filled Myrtle's eyes and she looked away.

"But yes Dads...a little....wait -" Myrtle sent a concerned glance towards Eddie? "How do you?" she asked.

"My Uncle works under your Dad, says most people aren't fond of him because he's a bit of a tight ass." Eddie said with a shrug. "And between that and him not answering his own daughter's phone call in the middle of the night - past the middle of the night. It's not hard to piece up that the guy is a bit of an asshole...no offense." Eddie confessed.

"N-none taken." Myrtle stammered, sighing heavily as she started the car.

"It's not because of you or the band," she said quietly, turning to look at him, she gave an apologetic smile, "all I can say is I'll try, and I want to go. But I can't promise anything, unfortunately." Myrtle said.

"I'll take it," Eddie offered a smile and started backing away from her car, turning he could see his friends waiting for him near his Van across the parking lot.

Myrtle sat in her seat watching him go, her heart pounding in her chest. "You should thank him again....he saved you from at least total humiliation." Myrtle thought. She shut her eyes tight, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles hurt.

"Just do it and regret it later," she told herself.

"Eddie?" Myrtle called out.

Eddie stopped, turning back around he looked at her with a question on his face, a giant smile quickly forming as she waved him over.

"You change your mind?" He asked, leaning down to the level of the window.

Myrtle looked at him baffled, she had planned on it being a quick thank you but he'd just ruined it. "um...n-no, I just...." Myrtle's face slowly turned red as she leaned around to the side of his face.

Eddie's eyes grew wide, and his heart skipped a beat, It hardly felt as if her lips had touched him at all, but they left a lingering warmth on his right cheek.

"You're grinning like a fucking idiot, Munson." He told himself, but try as he might, he couldn't stop.

"Thank you again for the save today," Myrtle said, her words nearly rushing together as her eyes tried to look everywhere but at him.

Backing away from the window, Eddie gave a playful bow, "milady Tinúviel," He said, only causing Myrtle's cheeks to redden further. "Whenever you need me." Eddie added dramatically, placing his right fist to his left shoulder, "If I can, I will." He said.

Myrtle cleared her throat and gave a nervous giggle, "you're a lot, Eddie." she said, shaking her head. "I get that," he said, waving, "have a good weekend, McKinney." He called, finally heading back to his friends.

Myrtle rolled up her window and briefly covered her face, mentally screaming. "You just did that." She thought to herself, leaning back on the headrest.

Myrtle tried to catch her breath before backing out of the parking lot.

Eddie had tried to walk calmly back to his van, but once he'd seen Myrtle leave up the street, he nearly pranced over to his friends on the balls of his feet. "Did you see that!" he cheered, nearly dancing in place, his hand held to his cheek.

Gareth shook his head, "I can't believe your luck sometimes." He said, to which Eddie smirked.

Before heading home, Myrtle stopped at the old Creel Mansion. Going around back and slipping into the hidden entrance. Her eyes were wide as she looked around, while the place was no less dusty, it was certainly made more of a resting place.

A tent made of blankets and pillows had been stacked into a fort of sorts in one corner, a small fold-out table held a battery-powered radio, and the floor was littered with snack bags and pried open cans of food.

Amy sat in her fort, munching on Sardines. She watched Myrtle look around amazed, gray eyes stuck on the flashlight hanging from the ceiling. "Pretty neat, huh?" Amy said with pride.

"You're certainly...an old hat at this." Myrtle said quietly.

"And here I was worried." she exhaled, looking down at Amy.

Amy grinned and held out a bag of cheese puffs, "want some?" she asked. Myrtle shook her head and knelt down on the ground. "I can't" she muttered. Amy made a face, "what? Don't tell me you're allergic to cheese...that would be a sad affair." she said, tossing a puff into the air and catching it in her mouth.

Myrtle smiled faintly, "No, um..." she paused, she could tell Amy right? After all, who would she tell?

"I pissed my mom off last night, wasn't listening to one of her near-constant rants on how much of a disappointment I am and how amazing she used to be...." Myrtle sighed, "So I'm not allowed to eat today until She deems I have learned my lesson." She said.

Amy leaned her head back and scowled, "bullshit!" she called shoving the bag towards myrtle "go on, scarf it!" she said, "that bitch can't tell if you've eaten shit!" she raged.

Myrtle carefully handed her back the snack bag. "Actually...you'd be surprised..." Myrtle sighed. Amy snorted and laughed, "what? Does she smell your breath? Check your teeth for residue?" she joked.

Myrtle wanted to crawl into a hole at how ridiculous it all did sound, "and my toothbrush bristles, backpack, and car for crumbs, wrappers, or condiment spills..." she explained.

Amy's mouth tumbled open as she leaned forward. "Shit," she whispered. "Shit! You're not kidding!" she gasped.

Myrtle shook her head and her stomach growled loudly, "no, trust me, I'd kill that whole bag if I could." she sighed, getting to her feet. "I came to check in on you, I should head back home, I'll try to come back tomorrow." Myrtle said, heading back to the window.

"Try not to get into too much trouble in your searching." she warned, before climbing out.

Myrtle trudged into her house, into the kitchen, where she found her mother waiting, clad in one of her beautifully made dress suits. Myrtle could remember the days when she wanted to be just like her. Eleven years old and trying to fit into her high hills and jewelry. Often getting playfully chased around the house so that she might get her earrings back before it was time to leave for work.

The memory of that smile back then made the sneer on her mother's face now soul-crushing.

"I'm home," Myrtle spoke quietly, setting her backpack on the counter she slid it over to her Mother. With a skeptical glance, she started to rummage through the bag.

Myrtle bit her lip and watched. There shouldn't be anything in there, but the 'What if' was always nauseating. A crumb, a candy paper, a whiff of anything edible would mean another day to learn.

"It's clear, come here." Her mother demanded, before Myrtle could move forward, her mother's long fingers reached out and snatched her wrist, drawing a yelp from Myrtle who lunged forward.

"I w-was coming!" Myrtle shrieked, "don't talk back to me!" her mother growled, giving Myrtle a shake.

Falling silent, Myrtle shut her eyes tightly, she didn't mean to speak out, it just flew from her. The back of her mother's hand swatted her jaw, "open up." Her mother demanded. Myrtle opened her mouth wide, and her chin became pinched in her mother's grasp. Myrtle let her mother tilt her head around, looking at the back of her teeth.

Pushed away roughly by her face, Myrtle took frantic steps away from her mother.

"I didn't touch anything all day," she said quickly.

"It seems that way, I will be checking your car, later. For now, no dinner." Her mother said. Myrtle deflated but gave a nod, "yes Ma'am." she murmured, collecting her backpack and heading for the stairs.

On her way up she spotted Patrick coming down the stairs, He gave her a hard glare, "w-what's wrong?" Myrtle asked. "You are, why'd you embarrass me like that today?" He asked.

"I-" the air left Myrtle's lungs.

"I didn't...that wasn't me, Chelsea made me - she's evil, Pat." she reasoned. "Right, because you couldn't just not show up to the stupid thing? Or at least reject the dumb costume?" Patrick raged.

Myrtle blinked a few times, "he thinks it was a school event...." she thought, "Pat it wasn't a real event! Nobody volunteered," she said, shaking her head. "Chelsea was getting revenge for-"

Myrtle watched as Patrick shoved by her.

"I don't even care, I tried to tell dad, but big surprise! He didn't care. The McKinney princess just got praise for being so active in school...could hear him gushing about his 'sweet little girl' to his co-workers in the background." Patrick grumbled, continuing down the stairs.

With a huff of air, Myrtle looked about the stairwell baffled, frustrated tears started to well up. Taking a deep breath, she continued to her room. She wanted to slam the door, to shout, but that would end badly. So, closing it as softly as she could, Myrtle dropped her bag and collapsed onto her bed.

Face down into the pillow, she hugged it, and let her mind scream for her. The lights of her room flickered softly.

She could feel the spider's legs as they crawled onto her arms, and up her shaking shoulders. A startling amount that would prompt anyone to call and report an infestation.

But you don't fear the things that are gentle with you.

Myrtle shut her eyes, "So water?" she could hear Eddie's voice in her memory.

Myrtle opened her eyes, "coming right up." she heard.

Rolling carefully onto her back, she held her pillow to her chest, feeling the spiders crawl to safer places, "Here you go." his voice echoed.

She didn't know why that part of the memory was stuck in her head. But closing her eyes again she felt her rushing thoughts and heart rate slow. A calm slowly seeped over her and before she knew it, sleep had taken its hold.

"Myrtle!"

Mr. McKinney's voice boomed from downstairs.

Myrtle jolted awake and hopped out of bed, quickly running down the hall and stairs, into the living room. She stood straight with her eyes fixed on her father, compared to her rigid posture he was completely relaxed, looking through a daily planner in his hands.

Myrtle clasped her hands behind her back. "Yes, Sir?" she asked.

"Patrick told me about your show of school spirit today well done," He said, voice pleased while Myrtle inwardly cringed, "school spirit? Try a personal hell." she thought.

"It went over well with the CEO, He's impressed that I could raise such a selfless young lady who would go as far as wearing a humiliating costume to show respect to those who've taken time out of their lives to help further her in life." He said with a smirk.

"Even if both you and I know, that's not entirely what happened, is it?" He snickered.

Myrtle remained silent.

"Anyway, I have your schedule planned for the weekend." He started clearing his throat. "Mr. Ford would like to see you again, and to...apologize for the behavior of his other dinner guest." He said.

Myrtle could feel the blood rush away from her limbs and face, "dinner guest?" She thought bitterly.

"Yes Sir...what time?" She asked.

"Sunday, night around ten pm." He answered, "Your dress is in the cleaners, you'll need to pick that up tomorrow as early as you can."

Myrtle gave a nod, "yes sir." she droned.

"Tomorrow you will also be meeting with Pastor Alvin to discuss, helping with VBS this summer," said Mr. McKinney. Myrtle's teeth sunk into her bottom lip. "B-but...you said last year was my last year." She stammered, voice breaking.

Mr. McKinney glanced up at her with eyes void of emotion as he slowly set down his planner. "Now, now you owe Pastor Alvin a great deal. If not for him, we'd have never been pushed through your adoption process as fast as we were." He said.

"And He helped us prepare a space for you in our home, he baptized you, remember?" Her father asked.

Bitter tears welled into Myrtle's eyes. "How could I forget." she whispered, her insides hurt just at the memory. Swallowing hard, Myrtle tried to hold back her tears.

"We have a lot to be grateful for, one more year won't kill you." He chuckled. Myrtle looked down at her feet.

"Won't it?" she thought.

"Anyway, the meeting won't be long, from there I need you to go out to and inspect Lover's lake for me for the next couple of days." He said.

"Lovers lake?" Myrtle questioned. "Why yes, I was tasked to look over the area and find where would be a good place for a new project the plant wants to have built, a cooling system. However, I've not the time to handle it personally." He said.

"I don't know what makes a good place for-"

"I have a list prepared that will tell you what you are looking for." Mr. McKinney stated.

Myrtle gave a feeble nod, "right...yes Sir." she sighed.

Her father reached for a plain gift bag sitting beside him. "For handling the situation at the Dinner as well as you did, Ford suggested I go out and get you a gift." Her father sang.

Myrtle's eyes fell on the bag being held out before her with a hollow stare. Her fingers reluctantly reached out and took the handles from his hands.

"Well, open it." He said, offering a conceited smile.

With soft rustling, Myrtle drew out a long silk and lace dress, held up by dainty straps, and floated on white soft tulle below. What hurt more than anything was that it was the very same dress she had been looking at longingly earlier that year when Prom had come around.

Myrtle could remember standing before the dress store, daydreaming. She could see herself in that dress as some faceless prince took to the dance floor with her.

And now the dream was horribly tainted.

Myrtle tried to control her breathing as she clutched the dress. It was hard to fight the tears this time. "Don't worry, your arms and legs should be healed by the time you find a use for it." Her father said, causing Myrtle's head to snap up in surprise. "I've gotten you a longer dresses for your meetings." He said.

Before Myrtle could react, the front door slammed, the furious footsteps of her mother rushing in. "You honestly thought I wouldn't find this?" She shrieked.

Startled, Myrtle turned around, wide eyes stuck on the empty bag of cookies in her mother's hands in confusion. "What?" Myrtle asked, "Don't act stupid, this came from your car!" her mother shouted.

Myrtle shook her head, "no, it didn't - I don't even eat those things." she said, her voice coming out in a whine as she backed away.

Her father watched the two with disinterest on his face.

"Yeah, well, you just bought yourself another four days." Her mother mused with a snarling smile, tossing the wrapper onto the floor.

"I...I have dinner with Mr. Ford." Myrtle said, glancing back at her father for help. "Oh...well, you'll have to kindly explain you've got a terrible stomach bug." Her mother sang. "Until you learn how to respect your mother, you will learn how to live like a child without one. Starved." She hissed.

Myrtle slipped her dress back into the bag. "Yes Ma'am" she said, retreating into herself.

"Good, pick up the wrapper and to bed with you." her mother said. Myrtle did as she was told quickly.

Watching her daughter head up the stairs, Ms. McKinney turned a sharp eye to her husband. "You see the things you push me to do?" she barked.

"Dear, it's not my fault you're a jealous old shrew, if you wanted a dress of your own you simply could ask." He muttered, collecting his things.

"It's not about the dress, Gregory!" She snapped, watching him walk off into the kitchen.

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