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steddieas-shegoes · 1 month

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cw: discussion of past parental death due to overdose, mention of drug use

Steve stumbled upon the article when he was helping Robin collect articles for a project for her Industry Studies course.

He didn’t think much of reading about another small time musician getting caught up with the wrong crowd, and overdosing or getting in a drunk driving accident. It seemed like a pretty common theme. It was terrible, sad, horrible, but he’d seen about 30 stories like that in the last two days and he was kind of getting numb to it all.

Until he saw the name Munson.

Until a picture of a woman with long, curly hair and Eddie’s smile stared back at him next to a headline that read: “Kentucky Country Queen Dead at 27.”

He read the article with tears in his eyes.

Elizabeth “El” Munson, a hopeful country singer and guitarist, was found dead in her home by her six year old son, Edward. The boy reportedly tried calling his father at work with no luck before finally calling his uncle, Wayne Munson.

Toxicology reports show that she overdosed on multiple illegal substances. At this time, it is believed to have been accidental and no foul play is suspected.

It has now been made clear that Elizabeth was seeking a divorce from her husband, Al Munson, but had not been successful as lawyers were unable to locate him until her funeral. Their son has been put in the care of Wayne until further notice.

Robin found him 20 minutes later, staring at the page with swollen, red eyes. She took the paper, read the article, and put it back in the files wordlessly.

“I don’t think he wants us to know,” she finally said.

She was probably right.

But Steve had grown pretty close to Eddie over the last six months, had opened up to him about his parents, his fake friends, his concussions and nightmares. Eddie had started opening up to him, too.

He thought he had, anyway.

He told him about how his mom died when he was young and his dad was awful so he moved in with Wayne. He told him about how his dad appeared every couple years looking for money or a place to stay and Wayne always turned him away.

But he never really talked about his mom, always said he barely remembered her.

Did he know what happened?

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Steve asked Wayne the next morning.

He’d come by to pick Eddie up for a day with the kids, but Eddie hadn’t set his alarm and was still asleep.

Perfect opportunity to find out more.

“So. Eddie’s mom.”

Wayne tensed over his plate of toast and scrambled eggs. He didn’t look up, just took another bite of food.

“Does he know how she died?”

“Do you?”

“Newspaper said overdose,” Steve tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh. “Says Eddie found her.”

“Trauma messes with your memory.”

It was final, a statement that left Steve with more questions, but a certainty that he’d get no answers.

“Yeah.” He gulped. “I’ve heard.”

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Steve doesn’t bring it up to Eddie for a while.

He figured Wayne’s reaction said a lot about what Eddie knew or would be willing to share.

But they were a little high and alone and Eddie’s hand was warm in his and his filter was broken.

“I’m sorry you had to be the one to find your mom.”

The air around them was thick. The silence was deafening.

“Me too.”

Eddie’s voice was quiet, nothing like his usual playful tone.

Steve immediately wanted to put this conversation in reverse, pretend his curiosity didn’t matter.

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie moved closer to Steve, his arm a constant pressure against Steve’s. His head leaned against Steve’s shoulder.

“Wayne doesn’t know I know how she died. He doesn’t know I know my dad gave her bad drugs, convinced her all the up and coming musicians were doing a new strain of heroin. She’d kicked him out of the house,” Eddie’s breath caught. “She shouldn’t have let him come back that day. I heard them arguing before I left for school. She told him she was finding a manager and recording an album and that she was divorcing him. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it was bad.”

“Eds, you don’t have to tell me.”

“I know, Stevie. But you know everything else.” Eddie’s face turned until his nose and mouth were pressed against Steve’s arm. “I went to school. Didn’t think about it. Figured my dad would be gone when I got home and might come back in a few days once they cooled off. But when I got home, he was gone and my mom’s bedroom door was closed. And I opened it and there she was.”

Steve turned so he was face to face with Eddie, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb along his cheek in encouragement.

“I don’t even know why I tried calling the store first. I didn’t even know if he still worked there. But then I called Wayne and it’s like he just knew.” Eddie’s eyes closed for a moment. “Don’t think he’d ever gotten to our house so quick.”

“Did he know all this?”

“He knew enough. I stayed with him and then my dad gave up his rights. Lied to the counselor about what I knew so Wayne wouldn’t freak. Kept it up for a while,” Eddie let out a small exhale that slightly resembled a laugh. “I read the article about eight years ago. A kid in my class made a joke about me being an orphan because of the drug problem in America as if he even knew what that meant and I decided to see what the newspaper reported.”

“Do you play because of her?” Steve asked.

Eddie blinked back at him.

“I play for a lot of reasons. But I started because of her, yeah,” he whispers. “You’re the first person to ask me that instead of give me that look of pity.”

“I’m sad about how it happened, but giving you pity doesn’t change it. I’d rather hear how it changed you,” Steve whispered back.

They were close, legs intertwined, hands touching bare skin under shirts and on faces and necks.

“It changed everything for me. Wayne packed us up and moved us here as soon as he legally could. Probably for the best. Well,” Eddie gave a small smile. “Definitely for the best. Wouldn’t be here with you if he hadn’t.”

“Do you ever go back?” Steve did his best to ignore the fluttering in his stomach.

“Her birthday every year. She’s got a nice spot near her mom.” Eddie bit his lip. “It’s actually coming up in a couple weeks. Maybe you could come with me?”

“Me? Are you sure?”

Eddie nodded. “If it doesn’t weird you out that I talk to her. I like to give her updates on my life, Wayne’s life, music. Think she’d find it quite funny that I bring the guy I’ve had a crush on for two years.”

It takes a minute for the words to sink in.

“Two years?” Steve’s lips curled up into a smile. “I hope I live up to expectations.”

“I think she’d like you. She’d definitely make fun of me for having a boyfriend who wears polos though.”

“Is that how you’d introduce me?”

“If you’re okay with it.” Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve’s. “I know we haven’t talked about what we-“

Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s, nearly knocking their noses together painfully in the process.

After the initial shock, they both relaxed into the kiss.

“I’d love to go. As your boyfriend,” Steve said after pulling away for air. “What was her favorite flower?”

“Gardenias. Always wore perfume that smelled like it. Why?”

“Because I have to impress her, right?”

“You realize she’s not gonna actually see or hear you? She’s definitely dead.”

Steve snorted. “I know. But she can still have nice things. Maybe us bringing her nice things in death is a way to apologize for the not nice things she had in life.”

“You’re a pretty incredible boyfriend, sweetheart.” Eddie kissed the tip of his nose. “And you now know more than Wayne, so it’s time for a pinky promise.”

Steve giggled before holding up his pinky. “I swear I won’t tell Wayne anything.”

“And you’ll kiss me whenever I want…”

“That’s a guarantee.”

“And you’ll let me win at Go Fish…”

“Not a chance, Eds.”

Eddie laughed. “Worth a try.”

Steve curled his pinky against Eddie’s. “So do you think she’d like me?”

“Oh. Oh god. She’d love you. You’re exactly who she’d want for me,” Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve flipped his hair back confidently. “And she’d braid your hair every night while you gossiped and sipped tea.”

“And what would you do?”

“Probably just soak it in. Appreciate having her and you around. You’ll just have to gossip with Wayne.”

“Wayne doesn’t strike me as-“

“Oh, he’s got you fooled! He’s a worse gossip than the ladies at the hair salon. Just ask him about the mailbox at the end of the road sometime. Make sure you’ve got an hour to spare.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up. “Is he home now?”

Eddie pulled Steve forward until he was flush against his front. “No and I have much better plans than gossiping with my uncle.”

“Oh?” Steve’s brow raised.

“It involves my bed and handcuffs. You in?”

“Hopefully you’re in.”

“God, you’re ridiculous. C’mon, now I’m even harder from your stupid flirting,” Eddie sat up and tugged until Steve followed. “Can’t believe this is how my night’s going.”

“Believe it, baby.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #picturing Eddie’s mom as someone similar musically to Wanda Jackson #she was big in her part of Kentucky #might’ve made it even if not for Eddie’s dad #cw: parent death #cw: mention of overdose #cw: mention of drug use #first kiss #getting together #angst with a happy ending #sorry for the sad part #they kissed about it at the end tho

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 1 year

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"Probably because they don't have a grave," Danny said, pulling out his vape. "Final resting places are--HEY!"

Nightwing held the pilfered vape above his head. "Where did you get this?" he asked, scandalized.

Danny jumped for it, but Nightwing was too tall! Even at 5'7 he'd have to use his powers to reach the vape; he had no chance as a 9 year old. "We're in Gotham! You're lucky I didn't get cocaine instead!"

#this is a new fic or just an idea? you decide #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #deaged danny fenton #c: dick grayson #c: danny fenton #dp crossover #dc crossover #cw smoking #cw drug mention #c: nightwing #ya'll want the idea in a less vague way #ok so heres the deets #danny got outed and then deaged by clockwork to make him survive so he takes off #deaged danny remembers what happened and is having A LOT of big kid emotions #somehow ends up in bludhaven and WHAT DO YOU KNOW?#there's a lotta hauntings in the area #its not like amity where all the ghosts are really powerful so the ghosts are just shades #danny ends up being a pint-sized supernatural detective #full of angst and used to being a young adult #who's out at night trying to solve crimes #detective grayson is put in charge of the kid #he has a lot of brothers he has to be good with kids right?#so now dick has to deal with constantine jr over here #who can SOMEHOW figure out he's nightwing bc of the ghosts?? following him???#but then dick realizes Oh No this kids has NOTHING #no parents no friends no house no food #and he finds himself thinking #oh alfred will need to hurry in getting danny's room at the manor ready #and

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incognitopolls · 3 months

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #miscellaneous polls #submitted nov 21 #drugs cw #drugs mention #drugs tw #cw drugs #substance use #drugs

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autisticenbydonnie · 9 months

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#egg doodles #rottmnt #trans headcanon #cw period mention #cw weed #cw drug use #cw drugs #rise donnie #rise leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo

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jfleamont · 7 months

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@jilytoberfest @jilymicrofics - 337 words - Week 2 Prompt:

Smoke

“I am finished.”

“You're not.”

“McGonagall is going to take my Head Girl badge away.”

Lily was looking straight ahead, and if the circumstances had been different he would have thought that she was just enjoying the view from the Astronomy tower, but she was avoiding his gaze.

“Oh, come on, she only saw you smoke, and she didn't say a word. And, she's seen me doing worse things.”

She shook her head. “You should have seen the look on her face! And it's different, James... No offence, but you're not risking much. You're a pureblood.”

“McGonagall isn't.”

Her head turned so fast that he was afraid she got whiplash. “What?”

“Her dad's a muggle. And you know she doesn't care about that stuff. It's our first week back and you're just nervous, I get it, but you're overthinking this. Plus, it's not like it was, you know... pot,” he whispered the last word, shooting her a knowing look.

“I don't know what you're referring to.”

She had a great poker face, he had to admit it.

“Mmh. I probably just dreamt that you were high as a hippogriff this summer at my house.”

“Yes.”

“And I must have imagined you trying to ride Sirius's bike, right?”

The left corner of her mouth turned up, and a dimple appeared. “You have a creative mind, what can I say?”

“Lily,” he admonished her.

“James,” her chin high in defiance, a challenge in her eyes.

He raised one eyebrow, and that was all it took to break both of them. Her laugh was loud and bright, and she had regained that mischievous glint in her eyes.

He recovered first and, still smiling, leaned on the railing again, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

“You know, I broke into Minnie's office once. I'm 96% sure she has a secret stash of catnip and if she catches you while you're high, I'll get that for you so you can blackmail her.”

“Ah, my knight in shining armour.”

#they're not together YET but trust me they wanted to kiss so bad!!! SO BAD!!!!!!!!#jfleamont rambles #jily #jple #jilymicrofics #jilytober #jilytober2023 #james potter #lily evans #marauders #cw: mentions of recreational drug use #jily fic

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pluralcultureis · 2 months

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Stoner pDID plural culture is getting way too fucking high and going through a process we call "alter roulette", where we start rapid switching like we're a roulette wheel. Pretty disorienting.

We do this every other night and it sucks but it's also validating honestly

#endos dni #osdd #did #pdid #did system #pdid system #osddid #actually did #traumagenic #actually dissociative #plural culture is #tw drug use #cw drug use #tw high mention #cw high

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spaceman-spaetzle · 7 days

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happy weed day from the old man yaoi couple

#hetalia #hws england #hws france #fruk #420 #cw drugs #art tag #inspired from an irl talking abt how he used to be big into fruk and him mentioning this dynamic #clingy high vs paranoid high #arthur probably can roll a joint from his 1970s punk days (midlife crisis)

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bugswapau · 5 months

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swap snrotpy fizzle bean i am in love with.You

Kids, send asks responsibly!

#bugsnax #bugswap au #snorpy fizzlebean #bugsnax snorpy #ask the cast #my art #drug use mention cw

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 1 year

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Lily- a DCA!Serial Killer AU drabble

CW: vomiting, mention of drug use

" 'Boy,' she said courteously, 'why are you crying?' "

Sun read aloud to the collection of children at the day's reading circle, his voice module shifting to a higher, feminine pitch to match the character Wendy when speaking her lines. Today's book was 'Peter and Wendy' by J.M. Barrie. Some of the children gathered around him giggled, finding it as silly as when he was pretending to cry as Peter Pan just seconds earlier. A smile of his own was etched on the sun animatronic's face plate, it always elated him to hear the children laugh.

" 'Peter could be exceedingly polite also, having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies, and he-' "

"M-Mr. Sun…?"

A small voice croaked his name, and a smaller hand rose in his peripherals. He knew the voice, and his eyes fell on one particular child. His jovial smile became one of concern. The child didn't look very well.

"Lily, are you alright?"

The child, Lily, looked up at Sun with watery eyes slightly obscured by her glasses. She was shaking, appeared rather pale, and a hand was gripping at her shirt over her stomach. It was a familiar sight to Sun. As well as the children, as some had warily begun scooting away from her.

"I…h-have to go…"

Sun knew what that meant and he nodded. Tucking a bookmark in between the pages, he sat the book in his chair and carefully scooped Lily into his arms. "The reading circle will continue in just a moment, Sunbeams! We will be back very soon! Gavin, please make sure the little ones behave," he instructed one of the older kids as he was already on his way to the library's bathroom, hurrying inside.

He knelt with her in front of one of the stalls, removing her glasses and tucking them over the collar of his sweater, then he brushed back her black hair for him to hold. With his other hand, he rubbed Lily's back as she began to cough and retch into the toilet. He gave her a sympathetic look.

"There there, Sunbeam. Get it all out," he gently instructed the poor girl. He had done this a few times with her in the past. The poor thing was prone to sickness due to a heightened sense of anxiety, least that's what Lily's mother told him over the phone the first time it happened. Fortunately, Sun was unbothered by such predicaments. He was used to dealing with ill children.

When Lily had finished, he moved to the wall and let her sit in his lap. He returned her glasses to her, then reached into his pocket and gave her an apple juice box he grabbed before coming here. She sipped it while he continued rubbing her back. "Are you starting to feel better, Lily?" he asked, soft enough that his voice didn't echo.

Lily rubbed at her eyes and nodded with a sniffle, but that didn't stop her from crying. When asked what was the matter, she hiccupped, "I-I feel bad, f-for making you always stop story time…! I-I don't mean to…I'm sorry, M-Mr. Sun…!"

"Aww, Sunbeam…" Sun pulled her into another gentle hug, a hand going in circles on her back. "There is nothing for you to be sorry for. I am not at all upset, sweetie. Only worried. I know you can't help this. Just take a breath. Everything's alright." Sun held Lily close as she buried her face into his sweater, shaking a little less. The small girl sniffled, letting out a shaky breath. She adjusted her head in an odd manner, almost like she was…nuzzling him. He continued rubbing her back as the smallest sob escaped her.

"…I wish you were my mom…"

His hand froze in place.

Sun went completely still. His smile fell entirely, his eyes trained on nothing. It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. He heard it. In that moment, he looked back. Every time he saw Lily and her mother together. She ran when dropped off, and walked when being picked up. She never willingly held her mother's hand. The rare times Lily would glance back at him. The look on her face…

"What was that, Sunbeam?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Lily flinched a little in his arms, keeping her face buried. She let go of him, rubbing at her face. "N-Nothing," she answered meekly.

"Oh, alright then." He forced down his building anger. 'Later', he told himself, and he stood up, placing Lily on the ground. "Now, how are you feeling? Are you ready to go back to the circle?" Thinking for a moment, Lily eventually gave him a shy nod. He smiled warmly. "Wonderful! Let's hurry off to Neverland, shall we?" He lightly booped her on the nose, glad to see it warrant him a giggle out of her.

Holding her hand, he walked out of the bathroom towards the reading circle. Though outwardly cheery as he greeted the little ones and resumed reading, that sting still lingered at the base of his chest. Silently, he sent a message.

"Moon."

"Yeah."

"Jackie Langman."

"Lily's mother?"

"…"

"…I'll look into her."

"Thank you."

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Moon sat on the edge of the pier, his legs crossed. The tide was high, and he didn't want his uniform getting wet. He stared out at the empty, moonlit horizon of the bay. No boats were out at this hour, everyone had already docked in for the day. It was a quiet place, free of prying eyes and cameras. No motor engines disturbed the night's peace, leaving only the sound of the wind and the waves…

And the approaching footsteps behind him.

Moon didn't need to turn around to know who was walking down the pier. Before long, Sun joined him in sitting, placing himself at Moon's left. Seeing the high-rising water, he crossed his legs, too. Sun hung his head low, heterochromatic eyes shining back at him in his reflection as his hands rested on the pier's edge.

"…What did you find?" he asked.

Moon glanced at Sun briefly from the corner of his eyes. He could sense something looming in his twin's tone. He looked back out to the horizon with a sigh. Right. Cut to the chase, then.

"Jackie Langman. Single mother, divorced her husband--Lily's father--when Lily was only 3. Began shooting narcotics around that time. Reports from neighbors claim to have heard shouting from inside their home and things being broken. Police could never find anything. Jackie claims to have gone to rehab for her drug use, but there are no records indicating she ever went."

Moon heard the sound of wood creaking on his left and glanced to Sun, whose shoulders were tense. His hands gripped the wood, causing it to begin splintering. His rays rattled like a snake's tail. Moon let out another small sigh. "Sun-"

"Why didn't I see it sooner…?" Sun interrupted. His brows were tightly knit, teeth gritted together. His colored pupils had shrunken a little. "Three months…Lily's been part of the reading circle for three months. They were there…The signs were all there, and I didn't see it."

"Sun, you can't burden this on yourself," Moon told him calmly.

"Do you know what she said to me earlier?" Sun continued, like Moon hadn't said anything. "In the bathroom, as I held her. She told me, 'I wish you were my mom'." Moon's eyes widened slightly, hearing this. Sun smiled, but it was full of bitterness and self-disgust. "That was when I realized. Only then did I…" An inhale rattled in his chest, clearly fighting to keep himself composed. “I hate that I had to pretend to not hear what she said…”

Moon remained silent for a moment, allowing Sun the chance to collect himself. "Sun. As much as you hate it, we can’t let anything rouse suspicion. Especially from the kids. But don’t worry. What matters is that we know, now. And we can do something about it. I've already looked at potential guardians. Her dad is just as crooked as Jackie, so he's a no-go. Lily has an aunt up in Milwaukee; she seems pretty clean, and it looks like she's tried to fight for custody over Lily in the past."

"We need to act now." Moon blinked, confused by Sun's sudden declaration. "Whatever we do, we need to do it now."

"Sun, hold your horses. We still need to find a way of getting to Jackie, and make sure Lily is out of the way," Moon explained. "I understand your anger, but we can't jump into this-"

"And why not?!" Sun's voice cracked as it rose. The wood under his hand cracked as well, his face plate twisted with rage, as well as fear, colored pupils now rattling pinpricks. "We can't sit and plan and wait too long about this, Moon! We just can't! We need to act now, before it's t-too late…!" His voice wavered, and his eyes flickered before squeezing shut. Sun's breath shuddered as he tried to control it, like he was fighting to keep himself from crying. "I-It can't happen again…"

Moon waited once again, giving Sun a needed moment. Then he reached and placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Sun. Look at me." He instructed softly. Sun did so, his optics shining. Moon gave him a gentle, but firm look. "It won't be like how it was with her. We won't let that happen. I promise you."

Slowly, Sun managed to calm himself down. He took a breath and thumbed away the oil tears in his eyes. Once composed, he gave Moon a faint smile. "Thank you, brother…"

Moon returned that smile to Sun, lightly patting him on the back. Then he stood up, stretched his arms over his head, and offered a hand to Sun. "Shall we get to work?"

The other animatronic accepted the hand and was pulled to his feet. Sun gave a firm nod, walking with Moon back down the pier. "Let's do it." He would save Lily, no matter what it took.

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@moonlit-dreamers

#dca!serial killer au #serial killer duo #serial killer sun #serial killer moon #fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #drabble #cw vomit #cw mention of drug use #sun the librarian

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yardsards · 11 months

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also. amber gris as a character is really important to me as an appalachian.

not just her accent or the specific type of person justin based her off of but like

the feeling of losing someone to addiction/overdose while the government does nothing to help, just criminalizes and stigmatizes and makes things worse. which obviously happens in more places than just around here, but we have one of the highest rates of overdose death in the whole country and that whole set of scenes felt like they were really informed by growing up around that

#eliot posts #taz #taz ethersea #the adventure zone #amber gris #drugs cw #death mention #i've made posts like this and deleted them cuz i never feel like i'm wording it just right but just. god.#i'm lucky enough to have never been addicted or to have a best friend or immediate family member die from it #but i've lost or nearly lost extended family to it #and it's like.#my own accent isn't that thick and neither is my immediate family's or best friends'#but i've known ppl who talked like her.#specifically a man named larry who lived with us when we were real young #for some reason especially the way amber says ''come on'' just always reminds me so strongly of larry's voice. he said that phrase a lot #he was the one who taught me to tie my shoes even after my parents lost patience with me for being 'too old' to not understand #he drank excessively like my dad did but he never got mean with us kids #he came and went a few times over the years. the final time he left was when i was in late elementary #he died of an overdose when i was in high school. i didn't feel much of anything at the time.#it had been so long since i'd seen him but also i was at a point in my life where i'd've been numb to big emotions like that anyway #so my parents got drunk about it and i did nothing. just went to school and shit as usual.#i did not expect those feelings to get dredged up by a goddamned comedy dnd podcast #but they did it well i think #even though i had to pause it to take a breather multiple times. i enjoyed it overall. cathartic i guess?

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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 months

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My natural drug ~ Kappa x fem reader ~ Part.2

warning : +18 minors don't interact, smut, shibari, use of rope, rope play, p in v, kissing, cuddle, use of drugs, implied/referenced high (on weed), marking/biting, cult leader, reader is female, fluff, comfort, alcohol, no use of Y/n

Part.1

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Info : It's finally done and I could not be more proud of myself the smut was fun and a little challeging to write but for him always. In general this whole thing is longer than I had planned it but writing is writing and I just love it. I hope you have fun while reading it and see you next time ;)

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At some point, the ticking of the clock seemed barely audible to her. It blended too much with the radio, which was still playing. The bell on the door, however, had stopped ringing after the visit of the mysterious man. The whole shop was filled with the ticking of the clock and the radio.

As well as the same rapid typing of her fingers from the calculator. The young woman had been trying to deal with the calculations for the last two hours and not be distracted by the clock or the noise.

Although she was normally quick with the calculator and knew how to enter the evening's income, she only made a mistake today. This can't be right, she thought and deleted the numbers again, which were far too high to start again.

But no sooner had she started again than her eyes glanced at the piece of paper lying next to her, just waiting for her to take it in her hands again. Sighing, she looked at the clock and saw that she still had an hour.

She still had an hour to kill before she could storm out of here. Pulling herself together, she finished the bills before she picked up the paper again, almost feeling better. She read the number and the place over and over again. But she didn't dare call the number.

Maybe it was a wrong number, or maybe he just wanted to take the piss out of her. But even though she had already entered the numbers, she did not dare to call again. What if he doesn't want to see me? she asked herself, pursing her lip before pushing the phone away and trying to distract herself with some work.

Which only ended in her almost knocking over a shelf after she remembered that the shop also sold tickets for the place. Almost running to the cash register again as if her life depended on it, which in a way it did, because she had long since given up the idea of going home.

She had more important things to do and that was to see him again. Next to the newspaper dispenser there was a small box with cards and flyers where she took out the card and spread it out on the table. ,,Where are you?" she mumbled and read the address from the card again before running her finger over it.

After a few moments, however, she found the address, which was just outside the city. Why don't you go home and get the car first? she planned her trip there and stuffed the map into her pocket before she started to turn the map between her fingers again.

But her gaze dared not go to the shelf where she stood with him. Where he had tied her up, pulled her to him and she had never been so seriously fixated on a man as she was with him. ,,Fuck" she muttered as she felt the heat come back to her cheeks and the butterflies flutter in her stomach.

Just not enough sex, she thought to herself and tried to convince herself, but it only made less sense for the plan she had. But she was sure that he wanted it just as much as she did.

Not to mention that she had probably been counting on the shop and the story of the earth as he had called it and she wanted to find out what he meant. ,,Or the drugs have clouded his mind," she murmured and giggled as she thought of her experiences with the stuff, even though she was sure he had definitely taken some.

Not that she herself had been high for one or two shifts here in the shop and had only worked half of it properly and then fallen asleep. Only with him it made him seem incredibly engaging and attractive, she thought, and looked at the clock again. Seeing that there was still a quarter of an hour to go, she slowly prepared to close up.

Changing and putting her uniform back in the locker, she took the key and looked around the shop one last time before taking the slip of paper and locking up. As soon as the shop was closed and she had checked it, she started running back to her flat to get into her parked car.

Breathing easy from the run, she unlocked her flat and grabbed her car keys. Taking a quick glance in the mirror but seeing nothing but a nervous yet excited look she hurried out of her flat and almost jumped into her car.

Spreading out the map again, she picked her best route and started the engine before beginning to drive the route. You can always turn back, she heard her inner voice say as she reached the edge of the city after a few minutes and soon came to the more remote part of the forest.

But her fingers were tapping the steering wheel too nervously, her heart was beating too fast for her not to be curious. And the tingling in her stomach did not stop.

She wanted to go there, she wanted to go to that place and she wanted to go to him. To see if there was more behind his words, if he was more than just the world saviour. Or if she was completely wrong.

But the way he spoke of the ropes, his fingers running over her body, no she couldn't be wrong he seemed to have the same intentions. Glancing at the map, she saw at least the road she had to take to get to the forest. ,,Maybe I'll be murdered too," she muttered and thought about turning the steering wheel.

But she decided against it, she wanted to find out what he was up to. Besides, the image of the ropes and his voice never left her mind and only seemed to bring her closer to him. A few minutes further through the forest, she soon arrived at a clearing and was surprised to find a house.

A house that wasn't a shack and didn't look like she would be murdered if she went inside. It was a large house with at least two floors, as if someone had simply pulled it out of a catalogue and put it there. ,,How did this get here?" she mumbled in confusion and got out of her car.

Looking around one last time as if she were doing something forbidden, she walked towards the house. Where she stopped in front of the door and looked at the note one last time and inhaled and exhaled deeply to ring the bell. Her hands seemed to cling to the note as if it were the last safe point.

Turning her gaze back to the door, it opened and she saw the black-haired stranger standing in front of her. ,,Flower you have found me...I am Kappa" he introduced himself and bowed slightly before taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

Before he looked at her from his lower position and tilted his head slightly when he saw her embarrassed look. ,,Come in blossom," he murmured and opened the door fully before returning to an upright position and closing the door behind her.

She had landed in the drug den and the big bad wolf seemed to be just waiting for his little flower, Little Red Riding Hood, to finally give in.

Looking around, she saw the colourful furnishings that seemed to have been put together from all kinds of things. As if he had simply bought everything he liked. A feeling of freedom and yet not falling out of society. But still, somehow it looked good. ,,This is an amazing house," she told him, watching him slowly turn around as if seeing its interior for the first time.

She watched him and saw that his clothes had not changed, his necklace still shone in the light, as did his rings. His dark strands of hair flew lightly in his face as he smirked. A hint of madness seemed to settle in his gaze for a moment before she saw that his pupils were slightly dilated.

Were they like this before? she asked herself, but the slightly sweet smell in the surroundings told her that he had the drugs here. ,,And you, my sweet, are an interesting guest," he decided, and she watched him disappear into an adjoining room. ,,You are an interesting host," she murmured and looked around as much as she thought was decent.

She went to the large couch that could hold a small group, in the middle of which stood the table on which she found not only the cause of the sweet smell but also more than just a bottle of alcohol and a few magazines and books.

Ignoring the drug for the moment, she picked up one of the books and flipped through the pages. ,,The nature of carnal desire" she muttered as she read the title of the chapter and continued to flip through but quickly found out exactly what kind of book it was. A Kama Sutra on drugs, she thought, smiling slightly as she looked at the different positions.

Some of them she knew, some she had even tried herself, but with some she felt her curiosity coming out. ,,I see you have found the source of the beginning," she suddenly heard his voice behind her and she turned around, slightly startled. Still holding the book in her hands, she saw that he was holding two drinks in his hands.

Feeling slightly caught, her heart beat faster before she put the book back and took one of the drinks from him. ,,I-I was just looking...but nature I mean it's in all of us" she philosophised lightly and took a sip of the sweetish mix he had added a small cherry. A nice extra.

He smiled at her words and took the book himself. Flipping through the pages and taking a sip of his drink every now and then. ,,You're right my flower...nature, the naturalness of man, it's in all of us" he began and put the book back on the table before he seemed to find something in his slightly foggy mind.

Something that made him smile before he took her hand and pulled his guest behind him. The house was bigger than she thought when she saw the stairs leading down to the basement as well as upstairs. ,,Is this your family?" she asked as she looked at the photo on a dresser and saw Kappa with three other people.

They were all holding a pill and seemed very excited about the drug trip. She heard him smirk as he took the picture in his hand and ran it over each person. ,,You can call it a family or a group, a cult and so on...they are my followers who believe in the truth," he told her and she felt her interest in his cause grow.

This truth he was talking about, the nature, the lust. It didn't just sound exciting, it meant not just having a small community, she would be with him too. A cult of nature she thought with a grin before he took her hand again and led her further through the house before going up the stairs.

She felt the alcohol of the drink slowly pass through her body, the feeling of lightness slowly becoming clear. She also realised that he was still holding her hand and not letting go.

When they reached the upper floor, it was not very different from the lower floor. Colourful pictures, mobeliar which seemed expensive and yet somehow messy or just some drugs lying around and easy to take. ,,Your group this nature it sounded interesting...what exactly do you mean by that?" she asked and saw him walking through the upper area. He looked around and the small smile on his lips grew.

He seemed to find what he needed as he took a joint out of a glass box. ,,It is, even if the others aren't here right now. What we did had to be...you want to know what?" he asked in answer to her question. She swallowed, but whether it was discomfort or just curiosity and the fact that they were really alone. But the curiosity about what he could tell her outweighed it.

Maybe it was the alcohol? Maybe it was her bored future? Or maybe she just didn't want to forget him and lose herself in him because he seemed so attractive. It didn't matter, she was here, so she might as well make something of it.

She drained her drink in one go and put the glass on the table before searching in her trousers for her lighter and holding it out to him. ,,Thank you," she muttered, lighting his joint and taking a drag. Before blowing the smoke at her and watching her.

He seemed pleased that she didn't pull back. But before he could take another drag, she took it from him and took a drag herself. He had to answer her. ,,Me and my friends-no, everyone knows the man in the moon up there," he said, pointing upwards with his hand and looking up as if he could just see the moon.

She knew what he meant, knew that there was a man in the moon, knew exactly what he was talking about. ,,It's an abomination, it defies nature. Not even being in space, which is so infinite, no," he continued, shaking his head at her, watching him sigh as if he wanted to communicate his disgust at this even more clearly. Space was infinite and beautiful in her eyes, the images and exploration were impressive.

But living it was wrong. We are not made for that, she thought and nodded in agreement. ,,But we are not made to live there, no we are not, it goes against nature just like this mechanical robot something. It's not human, it's an abomination...that me and my friends have taken care of," he continued and took the joint back before making a satisfied sound. It slowly became clear to her what he meant, the things he had bought made sense. Did he do it? she asked and continued to watch him.

But nothing but attraction came to her. ,,Natural selection" she murmured and felt him pull her closer, resting his forehead against hers and looking at her with pleasure before he murmured, ,,Exactly...natural selection". In her mind she went back and forth between calling the police or thanking him.

But she did, she agreed with him one shouldn't have a human up in space, a machine on the ground with children. To procreate. ,,There will be consequences," she said the obvious and he moved away with a nod.

But his expression did not seem worried, rather pleased and open. ,,Yes, consequences that my word spreads, it's only natural that this should happen," he said, stubbing out the almost smoked drug before looking around one last time and seeming to wait.

Waiting for her reaction, to see if she was who he thought she was. Nodding in understanding, the things he had bought flashed back into her mind and the tingling of her skin told her she remembered the ropes clearly.

She remembered what she had felt. ,,Do you still have the ropes?" she murmured, almost startled when he whirled around to her and grabbed her hand, almost gleefully, before saying, ,,I knew you liked it, my flower".

Cute was the word she associated with him when she saw the excited look in his eyes, the happy gleam in his eyes and the broad smile. Damn cute. Before he pulled her behind him again through the room to a door where he disappeared with her.

A large bedroom appeared, the bed consisted of several mattresses with blankets and pillows lying on them. "Like a king-size bed" she thought with a grin and let her eyes wander, seeing the hook on the ceiling and the dresser on which various things were lying. It's not the first time he's done it, she smirked, watching Kappa pick out a photo album and sit down on the big bed. Before he looked at her and gestured for her to sit with him.

She made a surprised noise when she saw the photos. Among other group photos showing nice moments between friends, there were photos taken here in this room. It was like art somehow. The individual members tied up whether hanging from the ceiling or standing on the bed or sitting.

There were different designs running over the bodies of the people. Some naked, some dressed, but they all looked handsome in it. It was fascinating. ,,Beautiful," she murmured when she saw Kapp in one of the pictures, his gaze clearly veiled in lust, a rope stretching across his body and ending on his torso. His slightly dishevelled hair contrasted with the rope that constrained her.

This feeling of power emanating from him out of his self-confidence was not gone, he was handsome. Despite this position, there was something submissive about him that aroused her curiosity. Looking at him she saw the pink shade on his cheeks, he didn't seem to be ashamed of what he and his friends were doing.

He didn't have to be if what they were doing was art driven by inner lust. ,,You would look beautiful too, my star," he purred, looking from the photo to her as if he already had a clear idea of how he wanted her to look. ,,I know you liked it, you had that look... that's why you came here, to see me, isn't it?" he chuckled amusedly when he saw her caught expression before he took the photo album aside and walked over to the ropes lying on the dresser.

As if she had lost her voice, she just nodded as if completely out of it, which was not only due to the drugs. Walking to her, he pulled her back to her feet and walked around her looking at her.

She felt his hands moving over her body and back to his rope. ,,You want to try it out, don't you flower?" he asked the obvious, just holding out her arms to him. The answer was enough for him. Let him know that he could finally turn his fascination with her into art. ,,I knew you would, good girl," he praised before he took the last steps between them and finally kissed her.

Finally daring to take the step to let the two sides collide. The kiss was deep, she felt his hands on her body, pulling her closer, pressing her against him as if he wanted to touch and look at every part of her body. His giggle reached her ears and it made her giggle too as she took in his happiness. Her excitement seemed to move him too as his hands moved to her top.

Undressing her, she stood in front of him in her pants and bra, seeing his rapt look as he tilted his head slightly and smirked. ,,Little flowers" he murmured and his fingers traced the flowers on her bra. From the straps to the underwire, his gentle almost careful touch sent a tingle through her body. She knew he felt her nipples harden, his smirk saying more than he needed to.

Reaching around her, she felt his fingers on the clasp of her bra before she pulled the garment off. Letting it slide carelessly to the floor, her hands went to his dark top and pulled it over his head before tossing it carelessly into the room. His warmth was attractive and as he stood there she felt the tingle in her belly. He looked more than good.

Angel-like, she thought, with his longer dark hair falling into his face, his almost delicate but well-built torso that suited him. Her fingers grasped the necklace and pulled it slightly towards her so that she could look at the dark red stone. ,,You are beautiful," he sighed, watching in fascination as she finally stripped off the rest of her clothes and stood before him completely naked.

Briefly, shame passed through her mind and she covered her breasts with her hands, yet she was still naked in front of him. An uncomfortable fact that Kappa immediately saw in her behaviour.

To her surprise, he threw the rope onto the bed made up of the many mattresses, pillows and blankets before gently pushing her onto it before suddenly kneeling down in front of her. ,,Kappa, what are you doing?" she asked in surprise, looking at him slightly questioningly. But he only gave her an amused smile before he bent down and kissed his way up her leg.

She flinched in surprise, but he only gave her more kisses and compliments as he continued to kiss her body, caressing her with sweet, meaningless words that brought warmth to her face. ,,You are the true natural order and perfection" he murmured as he kissed his way down her belly before his fingers slid to hers and he kissed the back of her hand again and her hands slowly slid off her back. ,,Gorgeous," Kappa murmured as his words took effect and he placed his lips on her breasts.

Kissing the soft sensitive skin before she yelped as he bit into her sensitive nipples. She heard his smirk as she held onto him, not wanting him to let go of the feeling. Before she pulled him into another kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair and his hands touching her breasts.

She tugged lightly on one of the dark strands, heard him whimper, felt him break the kiss to stretch towards her touch. Saw his pupils still dilated with lust and love before she pulled him to her. His excited gasp disappeared in the kiss she evoked and deepened. He felt himself give up his control for a moment and surrender to her.

Before he broke away from her, said ,,I'll show you how artistic it looks" and reached for the rope which he began to place on her upper body. Full of tension and fascination, she felt the rope, which had a mixture of roughness and yet softness, pull itself over her upper body. ,,I'm going to make a barré belt," he explained his plan, even though she had no idea what it would look like or what he was doing, but she gave herself willingly to him.

She felt him start to wrap the rope around her waist first, the play of his fingers touching her and then the unusual rope before he pulled it tighter. Felt him tie the rope around her waist a few more times and adjust it. ,,You are doing good" he praised her even though she was just sitting still but for him she seemed to be everything in this matter.

Before she exhaled almost in surprise as the rope wrapped around her upper chest and a slightly unusual tightness slowly appeared. It was almost indescribable as a slightly tight bra or shirt. Before the rope pulled back over her shoulder to be reconnected by Kappa to the back.

Doing the same with the other side, he pulled her towards him with the rope, letting his hands run over her created work, not to mention her breasts, which were surrounded by the rope. ,,How is it?" he wanted to know, turning in a circle as if his trip was going to be especially good before he stopped suddenly and walked over to the dresser and took a camera. ,,It's...unfamiliar cramped but there's something about it that makes me feel like I like it," she explained, smiling slightly as she looked at the small mirror hanging on the wall and saw herself in the darkened room.

She liked it. She liked the tightness, the way the rope stretched over her body, framing her breasts and that little tension that was always on her. But also the way he looked at her, she saw nothing but desire, attraction and adoration in his eyes. Feelings that sent a wave of excitement and satisfaction through her body.

She was all the more surprised when the click of the camera reached her ears and she looked at Kappa who had started to photograph her. ,,Shit...sweetie you don't know how perfectly natural and erotic you look" he purred and took a picture of her from every possible angle.

With each photo he told her how good she looked, flattered her and was already planning to hang her pictures up in the house for all to see. Lolling on the bed in positions he wanted her to be in but also taking the initiative themselves, the two of them had fun being photographer and model in harmony.

With every picture she saw how excited, impatient and needy he became. It was arousing. ,,Come here" he murmured as he almost threw the camera on the dresser and hurried to her on the bed before undressing himself and wrapping her in a kiss.

She felt his hands running over the rope, exploring her body, running over her breast, pulling her hair slightly down to her hip where he held her. ,,You are beautiful my flower" he crooned as she fell backwards and he began to kiss and caress her body again.

While her own hands wandered over his body, feeling the warm skin and leaving red stripes on his back. She felt his arousal on her thigh and let her know that he was more than just aroused by her. ,,Somebody's excited" he joked and they laughed together at his bad comment before he grabbed her hand and led her to his chest. She felt his heartbeat as fast as hers.

The excitement that lay dormant in both of them fogged with the thought of touching each other, finally touching and loving each other. ,,I'm not leaving...not after all this," she said to him, straightening slightly before placing a hand on his cheek and stroking it gently, causing him to lean towards her.

For a moment he looked so hurt that it stung her heart. ,,Beautiful," she murmured before lying back on the soft ground, sighing as the rope moved ever so slightly and the arousal in her centre increased.

Before he kissed his way down her body, with each bite, lick, kiss and pinch, more and more excited sounds escaped her slightly open mouth. With each one, not only did his excitement increase, but he praised her for wanting to hear them and hear them in all their naturalness. Not to defy nature.

An excited yelp came from her as Kappa bit into the soft flesh of her thigh and licked it apologetically. ,,Cute, my heart," he chuckled and continued to bite and smooch until he reached her centre. She watched as he took a moment to place himself properly. Before his hands slid to hers, his eyes met hers and he gave her a slightly questioning look.

She knew what was coming, knew what he was going to do and she also knew that she had never been so sure about anything. Nodding at him, he squeezed her hand one last time before releasing her hand and placing it on her hip before entering her moments later. ,,Fuck" she gasped as her fingers scratched over his back as she took a moment to get used to him and his length and size.

But she didn't miss his gasp either, the gasp as his hands also trailed over her skin lost in the sensation. ,,Are you all right?" he asked after he had caught himself and his gaze went to her when he clearly felt her tension. She wanted to say something but it was interrupted by another gasp before she just nodded. She was all the more surprised when she felt his lips on her body again.

Slowly taking away her tension with each new art and making her forget any doubts. With every touch of her skin he seemed to want her more and more, with each of his kisses she only longed for him more. Wanting to have and feel more of him. ,,Just relax it feels good trust me" she heard him say and seemed to be completely taken out of reality when she felt Kappa start to move and she heard his pleasurable noises echoing around the room.

Each of his sounds not only went immediately to her centre she loved his voice, that softness and vulnerability it was beautiful. ,,I-I trust you," she gasped, pulling him slightly closer again while her one hand was still on his back, trailing strands with each wave of arousal that went through her body as he thrust.

She ran her other hand through his hair, grasping the strands and releasing them, only to have Kappa hold on to them again and pull them, only to have Kappa acknowledge this again with a lustful, devoted noise. Before they both found a rhythm that was most pleasurable for both of them, which was supported not least by her touching him.

But her legs also closed around his waist, pulling him towards her, and she heard a surprised gasp before his thrusts increased, the sensation he was getting stronger from her to feel or receive even more. ,,You are so beautiful," she heard his choppy murmur before she felt his lips on hers, he engaged her in another kiss and her voice failed, broken by his kiss. But with each new kiss, each new thrust, each new pull of the rope, it seemed almost like a sensory overload.

Everything bundled together just waiting for it to come to a climax. Before he released the kiss, she threw her head into one of the many pillows as his lips settled on her breast again. Kissing the sensitive skin and making her moan throatily as he lightly bit her nipples, a jerk went through her hips which was received by him and made Kappa moan as well.

They were both in complete harmony with the nature of lust driven by being human and the desire they had for each other. It was better than any drug. ,,Ka-Kappa...I-I am" she babbled, her mind too foggy and her words too short for her to finish. But when she saw his nod and a short ,,Me too" from him, she knew that he felt the same as she did.

That the tingling and pulling in her abdomen was getting too close, that his thrusts were getting faster but more uncontrollable, that she was pulling him even closer to her to just feel everything while the pleasurable sounds permeated the room and everything existed only around the two of them.

Before moments later she pulled him closer one last time while he made his final thrusts before they both came and he drowned her silent scream in another kiss. Keeping her lust to himself and giving her love and affection.

Only to detach himself from her moments later and slowly withdraw from her, breathing heavily. She didn't see because of her closed eyes how he looked at her and let his gaze wander over her body and the small smirk on his lips as he brushed his hair away.

Before he rose and reached for a blanket lying somewhere on the floor. ,,Don't be startled my little flower" he mumbled audibly exhausted before he wiped the rough dirt off her and went behind her. ,,Just a moment more and then off to the land of dreams," she heard him say as he slowly began to untie the rope and knot, which she welcomed.

She sighed in relief as she moved her arms slightly and ran them over her breasts as the tingling sensation slowly disappeared and her muscles no longer fell asleep. ,,I'm already with you," she replied and lay down next to him before Kappa wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer.

Hearing his giggle, she playfully rolled her tired eyes and pulled another blanket lightly over her and him to keep warm. ,,Darling? Say do you want to stay with me in the group...or go back to your life?" she heard his question dully as she was already slowly threatening to fall asleep again from exhaustion.

Back to my life of stressful studies and other annoying things? she asked herself, thinking for a moment as she fought fatigue. It was a life of stress that awaited her. But here. Here she could be what she wanted, she had a family, friends. She had someone who loved her and returned her feelings despite the short time.

Turning her head to him and looking at him she said tired and exhausted but clearly, ,,With you I want to stay with you Kappa". She saw his gaze soften, the fear leave his eyes as he realised she would not leave him. ,,That means everything to me my heart...I love you" he said leaning down to give her a kiss before he also made himself comfortable on the mountain of blankets and pillows which she only replied with a ,,I love you too" before she finally closed her eyes and only moments later drifted off like Kappa into the land of dreams.

Safe in the arms of Kappa, who did not let go, who held her and protected her. The man in the moon was defeated and there was no more danger. For him, there was only her. There was only love. The love between the cult leader and his personified nature. His love. And that was you.

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