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pathetichimbos · 6 months

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Ok actually I've been in love with your toughts about Thomas, YOU'RE AN AMAZING WRITER!!!

Btw, I can't stop thinking about how this man deserved a childhood friend that would eventually become his lover, someone that decided to treat him like an human being once and discovered he's just really sweet boy and not a monster.

Do you think that would change anything about how Thomas behaves in the future?

Oh, this is something I have thought about, I could write a whole fic on the AU, but let's not bite off more than we can chew and put that idea to the side for a future project. Please bear in mind that this post may seem lesser than my others and more rushed, that was quite literally because I had to continuously stop myself from writing endless drabbles on this idea.

But, I digress. Let's dive into the factual and realistic results of giving Thomas a childhood friend.

So, as we know, Thomas has had a lot of health issues from birth, and the Hewitt family did their best to get him the medical help he needed, taking him to doctors up until he was about thirteen or fourteen.

We also know that Thomas has been bullied for most of his life, and was isolated from his peers and community at a young age.

And we know that Thomas is some flavor of neuordivergent, so if we add all of these things together, we get a school record full of absences, low grades, and detentions from fights he didn't start, because we all know that in small southern towns, teachers really don't give a shit who starts the fight, they care about who's family has the better reputation.

So, he's in an out of school from the get go, has a bad reputation with all his teachers (and going into every new grade because teachers talk), and struggles with learning in the traditional way.

This starts tons of rumors about him.

They float all around the school, everyone knows who Thomas is, and no one in particular likes him.

But! Let's back up here, and take it back to, oh, I don't know, first, second grade? Around that time frame.

Thomas is still a little dude, being harassed and bullied by his peers and generally not having a fun time.

But, this time around, we'll drop another little dude in there. (that's you!)

And this little dude (non-gender term) doesn't particularly care about Thomas' deformities and disabilities. Who would?

So, you start hanging out with him. And Thomas, (who we all know thrives on positive attention), is confused, but not unwelcoming.

I don't think he'd be really clingy right of the bat, but give it a school year (maybe two if he's out of school a lot that particular year), and he's going to be a lot more comfortable with you, and that's what's going to lead to that clinginess.

Especially if you're nonchalant about grabbing his hand or touching him in general, because, remember, most people are afraid to even come near him, so the fact that you don't care and are willing to just casually touch him, is a huge thing in his eyes, and as he gets older, he's going to want more.

So, we'll skip ahead a bit until y'all are 10-12ish, and at this point, you're Thomas' best friend. Everyone knows you two hang out, the Hewitts love you, and it leads to a bit more isolation on your end, because no one wants to be friends with the freak, let alone the freaks weird best friend. (and yes, you're weird, I know you are because you're listening to me rant about leatherface /affectionate <3)

But, this also opens Thomas up to people a bit more, as the few people that do talk to you, eventually talk to him, maybe not go as far as to be his friends, but enough to be friendly.

Of course, some people are fake, and they'll ditch the both of you the moment the 'popular' kids find out they talk to you.

And other people don't, it's middle school, life in general sucks. Y'all are just trying to survive your way to highschool.

Now, if we assume you help tutor Thomas and you help keep him out of trouble (i.e. a large tree limb tends to deter bullies), we can assume his grades will go up, which will probably get his teachers off his back. All of these things are good. Thomas has a real friend, and not everyone treats him like a monster. His grades are better. His family is proud of him.

But Thomas still has mental health issues. And just like he hid them from his family, he hides them from you as well. His peers and community may have shunned and isolated him, but he also shuns and isolates himself from his family and friends, so I believe that despite being clingy and wanting to be around you a lot, if he hits a depressive episode, he's going to isolate from everyone.

That's what leads to his self mutlilation.

He slices the skin off his cheeks in an attempt to "fix" his deformities, believing that if he just gets rid of them, his disease will go away.

...But it doesn't. And he doesn't get to see you for a long time, a worried and frightened Luda Mae keeping her baby locked away and protected from the world while he heals.

That's when Thomas stops speaking. The healing wounds and eventual scars make it harder for him to speak, making anything more than a mutter or whisper painful for him.

This is when he finally drops out of school. It's a small southern town in the early 1950s, so there's no fight to stop him, after all, he's expected to help his family run the farm.

When he finally sees you again, he's worried you'll have changed your mind about him, and even though you haven't done anything wrong, it takes time for him to trust you again, his own self doubt ruining his confidence in your friendship.

But, after that, you're pretty much inseparable again. Everyone in town knows that if they see one of you, the other isn't far behind. Thomas still struggles a lot on his own during this time, and I don't believe he'd be capable of loving himself enough at this point to love you, or at least, I don't think he'd believe you actually like him, and for the sake of this post, we'll keep it that way.

Thomas spends a lot of time at his house at this point, so you spend a lot of time after school there with him. His house is practically your house. Luda Mae, Charlie, and Monty all know that once school lets out you're headed over, and they set an extra plate at dinner for you. (They don't know how Thomas could be so possibly blind to your affection towards him, but other than Charlie's stray comments encouraging Thomas to 'give it a shot', they mind their business)

Once Thomas gets a job at the slaughterhouse, and you get your own job in town, you'll often walk to the slaughterhouse after work to meet Thomas just finishing his shift, and the two of you will walk together until you have to separate to go to your own house.

It breaks people's minds seeing how soft Thomas is with you, their own preconceived ideas about the man leaving them baffled when he's gentle and caring to his friend.

It's about his early to mid twenties, when people start looking at you as more than just his friend, and as someone to actually chase and date, that Thomas finally snaps.

You don't know what comes over your best friend, but he becomes extremely affection and protective of you, no one can approach you in a flirtatious way without Thomas following close behind, simply standing behind you as a warning for them to move on.

But he doesn't actually try to date you. He's still torn by his own poor self esteem. It drives you insane.

You'll have to confront him, and give him an ultimatum. You can't keep playing this game, where he refuses to let you out of his sight but runs away every time you try to make a move.

He caves, obviously, not willing to lose you in any capacity, but your relationship is slow and careful, working at his pace as he learns to accept himself and your love for him, which takes a very long time.

He's not comfortable with any PDA, just barely letting you hold his hand when you meet him after work.

"But we've always held hands." You point out, and he looks away with a shrug.

It's different now.

But, let's step away from the drabble territory. I've already had to rewrite this post like five times now.

Over the years, Thomas becomes more and more comfortable with your relationship, and you have to teach him practically everything. He genuinely doesn't know anything going into this. And I mean anything.

As the town starts to die, and your family decides to leave, the Hewitts welcome you with open arms, but Luda Mae moves you into the guest room. After all, you're not married.

That doesn't stop you from sneaking into his room at night though.

But, despite the implication I just made, I don't think Thomas would be ready for actual sex until marriage. He's still a traditional man, just the way his mother raised him.

But, again, not my main point. Stick with me, I'm wrapping it up now.

All in all, I don't think Thomas would be that much different. A little more self confidence and self esteem, sure, but he'll still be Thomas. When the factory shuts down, he'll still snap, and he'll still kill the supervisor. He'll still start preparing human meat like he's asked. But other than feeling a bit more comfortable in his own skin and mind, he wouldn't be much different. He's still our same old Tommy.

Ok, that's all for now. Thanks for sending in the ask love <3

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x s/o #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x s/o

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alphajocklover · 2 months

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Unmoved

**beta read by my friend J-bro. Had to post on mobile cause tumblr was being weird. Hope it still looks good**

For the 11th time in his life, Maxwell Hawthorn was moving.

It was his senior year of highschool, shortly after Maxwell’s 18th birthday, and once again Maxwell was moving. The Hawthorns, which consisted of Maxwell, his parents, and his younger brother Chase, were a military family, Maxwell's father being a low level General. Even for military families, the Hawthorns moved a lot. Where most military families moved every two to four years, the Hawthorns moved almost annually, much to Maxwell's frustration. Since he was 5 years old he had moved nearly every year, each time moving to a different state and a different school with a different house. When he was younger Maxwell had been a friendly, adventurous kid who easily made friends, but after making friends just to lose them over and over again Maxwell had formed an anti-social, almost jaded personality. He never got close to anyone anymore, almost always keeping to himself. He kept his room almost completely bare, since he knew he’d probably need to move eventually, and avoided connections. Even his hobbies, mainly sketching and writing, were done alone. Until recently Maxwell had been resigned to the fact that he would probably not make any meaningful friendships till college. But there was something different about this move. He wasn’t just moving, he was moving back.

Willistown was where Maxwell had spent his final 2 years of middle school, and despite only having stayed there 2 years it was the place Maxwell had been most reluctant to leave. It had been before highschool started, so his spirit hadn’t been completely crushed yet, and unlike many of his other schools he had actually been able to make friends. Hell, he had been almost popular. He had actually connected with people and gotten out of his shell. Maxwell had been crushed when he had to leave. He tried to keep in touch with his friends, but he hadn’t heard from Leon or Marigold, his two best friends from Willistown Middle school but he hadn’t heard from either of them in years. Leon had been like a brother to Maxwell, one who shared his love of art and his social awkwardness, well Marigold had been his first crush and girlfriend (though, as it was a middle school relationship, all they did was hold hands). Despite losing touch, Maxwell hoped his old friends would make the final year of highschool more bearable, or maybe even enjoyable.

As Maxwell entered his second class at Willistown high he was worried he had been too hopeful. So far no one had recognized him, or even seemed to remember him. It had probably been too much to expect everyone to welcome him warmly or act like he was an old friend. It had been 3 years after all, and he didn’t remember everyone either. Still he was starting to worry that maybe he had gotten his hopes up too high. Homeroom had been boring as hell, and the school seemed pretty obsessed with sports. The upcoming football season for the Willistown Wolves was all anyone could talk about. Still he hoped he could find someone who remembered him.

“Max?”

Maxwell looked up from his sketchbook to see a truly impressive sight. The jock in front of him was over 6 feet tall, with long dark black hair and piercing sapphire blue eyes. He had a sharp jawline, a charming smile, and bulging muscles that were hidden by his letterman jacket. Maxwell could immediately tell that this was the big man on campus, the stereotypical golden boy, the prom king. This was-

“Leon?” Maxwell realized in shock, almost dropping his sketchbook

“Hell yeah bro! It’s been years dude, how the fuck are you?” The large jock said as he took Maxwell into a bro-hug that Maxwell, in his shock, responded to in kind. “The hell are you doing here man, I haven’t seen you in years!”

“I, I moved back. Today's my first day. I tried to tell you but I guess you changed your phone number or something.” Maxwell sheepishly said “Leon, what… happened to you?” Maxwell asked in shock

Leon cockily flexed one of his biceps, letting it strain the fabric of his jacket “Hehe, yeah, I guess I have changed over the years. Joined the football team in freshman year. Turned out I was a natural athlete.” Leon said. “But look at you man, you haven’t changed a bit. Still got your head stuck in your sketchbook and shit.” Leon said with a deep, slightly dull chuckle.

Maxwell was in shock. The nervous, artistic kid he had been best friends with had been replaced by a huge, cocky, arrogant jock. He didn’t expect Leon to be the same guy he was 3 years ago, but he hadn’t expected him to change that much. He was unrecognizable, and looked like he’d probably have more in common with the jocks who usually made Maxwell’s life hell than he would with Maxwell.

“Bro, we need to hang out after school sometime. Catch up and shit. I got football practice afterschool today but we can meet up after that.” Leon said with a charming smile, playfully punching Maxwell’s shoulder in a way that really hurt. Maxwell scowled at the punch, but held his tongue. This was Leon. He had been his best friend. Even if he was a dumb jock now, Maxwell had to give him a chance.

“Uh, sure. I’ll see you then…” Maxwell said quietly. Leon grinned a charming grin and strut over to his own desk.

Art class had been… interesting. Maxwell had spent most of the class watching Leon chat with his fellow jocks, thinking about how much his old friend had changed. It was clear that 3 years hadn’t just changed Leon physically, but mentally as well. Leon seemed to have lost all interest in art, and was only taking art for an easy A. As Maxwell made his way to the cafeteria for lunch he wondered how his friend had changed so much. 3 years was a long time, but it still seemed like a drastic change in personality. Maxwell was so lost in thought he almost walked straight into… one of the most attractive girls he ever met. Long blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, pouty red lips, d cup tits and a juicy ass, she looked like she had walked right out of a teenage boy's wet dream. Maxwell was so flustered he nearly didn’t recognize her

“Oh my god, Marigold?” Maxwell asked in shock. The blonde in front of him gave a haughty sneer as she looked over Maxwell. Thoroughly unimpressed “Uh, it’s Marie. And who exactly are you?” Maxwell, shocked by her entitled tone, looked at her in shock for a moment. Before he could answer another familiar voice interrupted

“Marie, babe! There you are.” Leon said, strutting over to the blonde without acknowledging Maxwell. He grabbed her by the hips, his manly fingers sinking into her juicy ass, and kissed her deeply and dominantly. Marie almost moaned into the kiss, a submissive, lust filled look coming over her

“Hey baby…” she said, slightly breathless as, after what seemed like forever, the kiss ended. Leon grinned cockily, and finally noticed the shocked Maxwell

“Oh hey Max! Didn’t see you there bro!” Leon said with a charming grin as he put his arm around Maries waist

“Max?” Marie asked, sudden recognition shining in her eyes. She grinned, a happy unrestrained grin that made her look completely different from before and reminded Maxwell of the nerdy girl he had dated “Oh my god, it’s been years! What are you doing here Max?” She asked kindly

Leon answered before Maxwell could “Max just moved back babe! We’re going to be spending senior year with him!” He said excitedly.

“It’s Maxwell.” Maxwell corrected, his voice slightly shy. “And… yeah, I’m spending my senior year as a Willistown Wolf.” Marie lit up at this.

“That's totally awesome Max! I mean, Maxwell.” The blonde said perkily

“You too Marigold. Or should I say Marie?” Maxwell asked, a questioning look on his face. Marie blushed slightly, as if being reminded of an embarrassing old memory

“Yeah. I decided to start going by Marie about 2 years back. Marigold was a little… frumpy, you know?” She said with a bashful smile. Maxwell nodded in agreement, even though he didn’t really agree. What was wrong with Marigold? He always thought that name was pretty. He changed the subject, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were.

“... So… Since I’m new here, and I don’t have many friends… would you guys mind if I sat with you?” Maxwell asked. Leon and Marie’s faces fell almost in unison, and an awkward feeling came over the trio. Leon was the first to speak.

“Uh, sorry bro. The people we hang out with these days can be kind of… picky, about who sits with them. You gotta prove yourself to them before they let you in. Marie and I have a reputation and shit now and…”

Maxwell didn’t need to hear anymore. Each word was like a dagger to his heart. He tried to keep his emotions in check as he answered, but failed to stop the crack in his voice. “Oh. It’s ok. I understand. I’ll just… go.” Maxwell said, turning and running off, tears rolling down his face as he did. He could hear Leon and Marie yelling for him, but he didn’t stop till he got to the bathroom.

Maxwell's first day as a senior officially sucked. Not only had he been rejected by his two former best friends, but everyone in the cafeteria had seen him running away from them crying. Rumors about what was going on between the two most popular people and school and the geeky new kid were already circling, and none of them showed Maxwell in a good light. Some people said he was a stalker who had been confronted by the couple, others said he was a pervert who had propositioned them. He heard one rumor that he was an old ex, which was technically true but not the reason he had run away. The details changed but the general consensus was that Maxwell was a loser who had deserved whatever he got. His social life was dead in the water.

As soon as Maxwell got home he headed up to his bedroom without a word to his family and went to sleep. The day had been exhausting and he had lost all hope that this year was going to be any better than the one before. He needed to just… be unconscious for a while. By the time Maxwell woke up it was late at night, if the night sky he could see through his bedroom window was any clue. Maxwell sighed. He couldn’t believe how fucked everything had gotten. His eyes locked on a particularly bright star. Without thinking, Maxwell made a wish “... I wish I had never moved away from Willistown…” As he spoke the star got brighter and brighter…

And in a flash, everything was different.

Maxwell woke up slowly, his eyes not yet open. Something was… different. His head felt funny, his body felt heavy, but what was really bothering Maxwell was… the warm feeling surrounding his cock. Maxwell’s eyes slowly opened at first, but shot open as he took in the sight in front of him. Sleeping soundly next to him, completely naked, with her pussy surrounding his cock, was Marie. In shock Maxwell tried to pull out, moving backwards, but found a shiver of pleasure go through him as he felt something inside his ass rub against his sweet spot. Did someone have a cock in his ass? Before Maxwell could panic he felt the muscular arm of whoever was inside him reach over his side and grab at one of his pecs as that someone also kissed his neck. The man spoke, his familiar voice sending shivers of pleasure down Maxwell’s spine.

“Hey babe. You ok? You seem tense.” Leon said, his voice so sensual and erotic that Maxwell almost moaned. He answered without thinking, his voice deeper than he remembered

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just excited for today. First day of senior year only happens once. I mean, hopefully.” Maxwell said, before he and Leon both let out an identical dumb chuckle.

What was happening?! Why was Maxwell having sex with Leon and Marie? As Maxwell internally panicked, memories suddenly flooded his mind.

Maxwell, or Max as most people called him, never moved away after middle school. He went into highschool with his best bro Leon and his girlfriend Marigold by his side. Maxwell’s friendly, adventurous personality made him just as popular in highschool as he had been in middle school, but it was when he and Leon joined the football team together that their popularity really took off. Leon’s story, about joining the football team and turning out to be a natural athlete, was true, but now it included Max joining the team right alongside him. Leon was the quarterback, and Max was his left tackle. Together they were the perfect team. As they got more and more into football their bodies changed, packing on muscle, they became even more popular. It didn’t take long until Max and Leon were the two most popular jocks in school. Marigold had gone through a similar glow up and was the school's head cheerleader. By the end of sophomore year the three ruled the school, and Max was the king.

It had been halfway through junior year that Max got together with Leon. He and Marigold had been dating for years now, and they had long come to the agreement that Max’s massive cock couldn’t be handled by one person. Leon, Max’s best bro, seemed like the only rational choice and quickly proved to be a natural cock sucker. Soon the three were a power throuple, and now, at the start of their senior year, they were ready to take on the world.

Max smirked as he remembered this, and looked down at his new body. Bulging muscles, gigantic pecs and biceps, an 8 pack of abs and a footlong cock that was currently fucking his girlfriend. He looked around his room, seeing his weight set, his football gear, his football trophies, and his multiple naked sketches of Leon and Marigold. Slowly Marigold came too, kisses Max deeply as Leon teasingly kissed his neck

“Are you ready for senior year?” Marigold asked.

Max smirked, looking at his partners “... fuck yeah I am.” High in the sky, invisible in the daylight, a supernova blazed, another wish having been granted.

#nerd to jock #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #supernova tf #muscle growth tf #reality change #retcon

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ccircusclwn · 3 months

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This sounds like a weird question, but do u have any Mk angst hcs?

I hc she has gifted child burnout and that her dad passed when she was in middle school (he was a cop)

....you rlly shouldnt have asked anon.....

i like psychoanalizing characters for breakfast if you couldnt tell already (CRINGE BELOW!!!!! WEEWOOWEEWOO!!! IM TAKING CHARACTERS THAT ARE MEANT TO BE FUNNY AND ANALIZING THEM TO THEIR VERY CORE!!!)

MK ANGST HEADCANONS!!

☆ mk is autistic, and struggles with her social life, so that's why she doesn't have any friends and downright hated the idea of having them. She had slowly developed a more antisocial personality prior to the show, and hence why her lines in s1 have a bit of an awkard delivery to them. (they sounded awkward to me alr!!!)

☆ i also believe she is a case of gifted kid burnout!!!she was oh so smart back in primary and middle school, always praised by the teachers for her performance and whatnot.

when she got to highschool she suddenly felt overwhelmed by it all, every task was suddenly too much and studying was a horrifying experience, as she didn't really need to study before.

i believe as some gifted children do, they base their value on their academic performance as thats all the adults can really seem to compliment them in. so when she starts failing she suddenly started to hate herself more– as if she was slowly losing her worth and therefore isn't worthy of love (idk if its true for all gifted kids but i can say its true from my experience)

☆ hates expressing emotion due to emotional neglect from the world around her. she was never acknowledged emotionally and therefore she started to not care either. (in canon not in my au)

☆ "i always get underestimated!" her way to cope with the fact that she's always a second thought on someone else's mind– she resorts to stealing as her way to express in her rebellious teenage mind that she wants to be noticed by someone. to actually be cared about in someone elses mind

☆ she actually doesnt know julia likes her but in a neurodivergent kinda way– she understands to a surface level teenager stuff as she has been observing her classmates play and talk with each other in solitude, but hasn't experienced it firsthand. so when she tells julia if she likes her and julia gets all flustered, she can't genuinely tell what's going on.

☆ emotionally-repressed-gifted-burnout-autistic-llesbian mk my beloved !!! :333

#total drama #td mk #total drama mk #angst is my bread and butter anon!!!! nananan soo #idk if mk being autistic is 100% correct and loyal to her character buut i think it wld make sense for her to be autistic to a degree #i might be projecging... maybee... uhhh... hi #please ignore this its soo fnndkzkddksnns please focus on my drawkngs🥰🥰dnt mind mee #rambling rambling...

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bongo-clash · 2 years

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I Wonder if I Would Delete You

Ectober week prompts: Forest He thinks about the corpse in the woods sometimes. Hard to forget where you are buried.

'Valerie Gray finds out that the resident ghost kid was never buried beneath a grave. Valerie Gray finds out that there’s a body in the woods.'

(Content warnings in tags || fic under cut!!)

Valerie remembers, very vaguely, the look on Sam and Tucker’s face on the first day of highschool.

They usually had a third kid with them, she knew. Danny. She’d seen the briefest glimpse of his face in the newspaper near the end of the holidays, the offhand worry of her father when he brought it up once and never again. Nothing substantial, just ‘You know the Fenton’s youngest? Danny, I think his name was, in your year. Apparently he went missing on Tuesday and they haven’t found a sign of him since.’. He slipped through the cracks of freshman year, and the ones who’d known him since elementary school noticed (Dash, in particular, had whined at the absence of his favourite punching bag, made a face at the news, and stopped talking about it when he didn’t show up after a few days), but very few others did.

He was just one of those kids who’d never really made much of an effort to cross anyone’s radar beyond his limited social circle. He just wasn’t someone who’d made themselves all that memorable, after all, plenty of kids from middle school weren’t going to Casper High; for all that it felt weird not to see them anymore, there wasn’t much to dwell on.

His parents (the only thing he’d really been known for), though they were unnaturally quiet for the first few weeks, soon fell back into their obsession. His sister was still hoping he’d turn up again, but she was also a budding psychologist, and it was clear she was trying not to let it impede her when there was nothing she could do. It was just… such a non-issue for everyone else, in the end, even if no one knew why he went missing. (Even if Sam and Tucker sometimes made faces at each other, like they had something to say but couldn’t share it.)

It was all the more easy to forget when ghosts started showing up in Amity Park. Many regularly, one constant: Phantom.

Valerie hates his guts more than anything else, if she had to pick. Even if no one really got hurt in the fights, property damage skyrocketed, their day-to-day became chaos, and especially at first, everyone was scared. When the ghost kid ruined her life, hatred bloomed like hogweed in her chest, but the people in her class loved him. A mysterious superhero, with cool powers, flying around town every day and every night to fight off creatures from another dimension in a weird, glowing costume? It was like something out of a comic book, of course they loved it, but all she could think about was how much collateral was left in the wake, the image of that ghost and his stupid dog tearing through her life and leaving nothing but fragment pieces behind, spilt like a stain in her memory. Green, ugly, and hard to wash out. It was only natural that she took up the opportunity to get revenge when it found her, even if she didn’t trust Masters as far as she could throw him.

This is all to say: the last two years of her life have been busy. It’s a hard wire to walk on- between staying afloat enough to pass her classes, keeping up with her job to help her dad, trying to keep violent ghosts from invading the town and desperately trying to get people to see that the worst one of them all is the one that keeps attempting to earn their trust- she barely has time for anything else. Sometimes, she even lets Phantom deal with the ghosts if they’re pathetic enough, because she’s sure he’s playing the long game with them but it’s been a long game, and she really does need to keep living her life. She’s a junior, now; she’ll be seventeen in the new year, and her dad’s so excited to teach her how to drive. She’s not going to let the world stop turning for a couple of ghosts.

It’s one of those days, though, where she figures Phantom’s been flying around for a bit too long, and it’s time for an intervention. Can’t let him get too confident in his welcome. So, she’s suited up and following his signature with a tracker, listening as the thing ticks like a Geiger counter to signify the proximity, scanning the horizon for a familiar glowing silhouette and keeping her ectogun clasped in one hand, ready to shoot first and never ask.

Over the course of her flight, she finds herself much further from the centre of town than the ghost is usually spotted, but his signature is lit up green on her scanner, and it’s not moved once. By the time his figure comes into view, she’s barely in Amity’s borders at all, hovering on the cusp of thick woodlands and wild, uncut grass on its edges.

She spots a complicated look on his face as she lands. Valerie doesn’t know who he’s pretending for.

“What are you doing here, ghost?”

Phantom doesn’t dignify her with a face-to-face conversation. His head tilts like he’s trying to look at her without eyes, and his hands lift to protect his chest even though she’s facing his back; if she had to try and describe his posture, it would be ‘troubled’. Still, though, she can’t forget this is a ghost. Hard to with the glow and the slight transparency and the unnatural white shade of his hair, but still, the thing she’s talking to here isn’t a person no matter how much his figure suggests it.

His shoulders keep making weird shrugging motions, half failing on the way down and sometimes jerking backwards, and she thinks he’s trying to figure out how people breathe. “Hi, Red.” He says, something imitating a sigh, and his behaviour is as unusual as it is fascinating, but he’s deflecting and she won’t have it.

“Answer the question.”

“I- it’s nothing you’d find interesting. I’m not gonna do anything.”

Her eyes narrow with suspicion, hold on her ecto-gun tightening near the trigger. “And I’m supposed to just believe that? Let me guess: that dog ripping my house apart was you ‘doing nothing’ too.”

“No!” He retorts, finally turning around, eyes wide. His hands are twitching at his side, half-trembling, and the underneaths of his nuclear-waste eyes are oddly shadowed- as if ghosts can even sleep, let alone get tired. “No, that wasn’t nothing, and I’ve been sorry about that ever since it happened, but I- this isn’t about that. This isn’t about anything- it’s just… complicated. And not your business.”

Well, that’s not worrying at all. She doesn’t know what he’s trying to achieve by spouting such ridiculous crap, but she’s not picking it up regardless. “What are you doing, Phantom.” It’s not a question.

“I just said-“

“That was not an answer.” Valerie snaps, lifting up the nozzle of the ectoweapon from the ghost’s torso to point right between his eyes. “You know I won’t hesitate to pull this trigger, Phantom; you know I’ll tear you apart. Tell me what you’re doing.”

The part of her that’s read all of the Fentons’ academic papers knows ghosts don’t feel real emotions, knows any features can be manipulated to their liking for whatever ridiculous goal they’ve set their sights on. The part of her that picks at her old bleeding heart twinges at the look on Phantom’s face, no matter how superficial. The shadows under his eyes look like bruises in this light. Tired, tired, tired.

He sighs: a thing he has no need for and probably only does to make himself seem more human. “You really want to know?” He responds, turning around once again so he doesn’t have to look her in the eyes. Stupid, too, considering he’s turning his back to the gun. “Fine. Follow me, then.”

She doesn’t deign to give him an answer, but he seems to interpret the silence as one either way. He goes forward into the thick, and before he can disappear, she follows.

The ghost isn’t floating, is the first thing she notices.

It’s their natural instinct, she’s sure; half of them probably don’t even remember how to walk, with all the time they spend up in the air or drifting about in whatever version of Hell they come from. But Phantom walks now like his feet are tethered to the ground, forced into it with something deeper than gravity. For all that he usually never shuts up, he doesn’t say a word. It seems he doesn’t even notice she’s still aiming a blaster at the back of his head, doesn’t even care.

Time passes between steps. Slowly, as if the further they walk the deeper into space they go, the sunlight overhead is shut away by canopy cover. Oak and ashwood trees disperse themselves along a nonexistent path, roots hidden beneath the browns of old leaf litter and dirt, an imitation of tripwires as Valerie tries not to catch her feet on something. The forest is too dense for her hoverboard. She’d crash into all the low-branches if she tried. Grounded as he is, though, Phantom doesn’t trip once; there’s got to be a reason he has the route memorised, if he’s not just leading her in circles, but she’s never caught him around this area before. Is this where he goes after fights?

An artificial night surrounds them by the time Phantom begins to slow down, stars in the form of microscopic sunspots and the vague shine of lichens. It comes through something silver in the place they’d stopped- just underneath an oak’s armspan. Old leaf litter covers what looks like a molehill.

Phantom sits down, but she doesn’t bother to do the same, too wary. “What is this?” She questions. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll told you I wasn’t gonna do anything.” He says, posture hunched over. “I just wanted to… y’know, sit for a bit.”

Yeah, not buying it. She rounds his figure, not quite putting herself in his direct line of sight, but enough that they can both see each other’s front, and enough that she can gauge his expression, for as little as that counts for.

…Maybe a little more than she bargained it counting for, if she’s being honest. His lips are pinched to a downward-curving line, like he’s trying to hide the shape by pursing them but failing. His knees are pressed to his chest, arms wrapped around and gripping each other like a lifeline, jumpsuit creasing oddly around them for all that it shouldn’t, with ghost fabrics not adhering to normal physics. The eyes are worst of all, though. Seeming duller, somehow- less green and more turquoise, maybe- shining with something Valerie can’t parse and doesn’t like. Something familiar on an unrecognisable face, settled onto the slight bump in the dirt.

There’s a direction her brain his heading to in its conclusion, because this is a ghost looking far too intensely at raised ground, and really, there’s only so many conclusions she can reach, no matter how much she hates it.

It’s rude to ask, she knows. She lets it slip anyway. “Phantom,” She starts, oddly absent of her usual barbs past the dread. “What’s under there?”

His gaze flicks briefly towards her, shoulders tightened and wary of the questioning. She’s never seen him this closed off before. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Tell me.”

“Idon’t want you to know.”

“Phantom.”

Phantom’s expression is awful, awful, awful. “I died two years ago.” He says, voice devoid. “No one’s found me yet.”

Oh.

Oh God.

This is still in Amity Park borders. It’s on the cusp, near the edge, but this is still Amity. This is about a thirty minute walk from the other end of Casper High; if you turned left from where she’s standing and kept going, you could probably come out the other side near the Nasty Burger, its back some distance to all the trees. This is Amity Park, and she’s been living in its vicinity all her life, and there’s a body in the woods and no one knows it’s here.

Briefly, her mind brings forth the image of something beneath the soil, and she closes her mouth around the bile it sends careening up her throat. She doesn’t know what Phantom might have looked like before he died, but she’s certain that if she tried to look, all she’d find would be bones. It’s been more than long enough for the rot to set in and run its course, anything more than that melted away and chewed through by whatever insects buried themselves with him in the decay. She feels like the smell of something foul is caught in her nose now that she knows what she’s practically standing on. She wonders if he’s buried shallow. Guesses at the answer lying idle in the turned soil.

He takes in her speechlessness with a strange mix of fear and exhaustion. “Red? You still in there?”

“You- I- two years ago?” And it’s not like her, but she can’t help it. There’s nothing she can say in the face of this, nothing she can feel beyond the roiling wave of nausea and catatonic shock. They looked about the same age when she started out, and he died two years ago. He looks younger than her now.

“I’d be sixteen this year.” He says, helpfully, as if that makes anything easier. She got her provisional driver’s license in the mail a few months ago and she’ll be old enough to take lessons next year, and he’d be doing the same thing as she is around now but he’s dead. He’s dead and she’s not heard a thing about a kid dying in the last few years. He’s dead and buried shallow.

There’s not many other conclusions to reach. She’s not sure how it’s never crossed her mind before now, but for the first time in two years, Valerie wonders who Phantom used to be. Wonders what he did to get murdered in secret.

Wonders if who (or what) did it is still around.

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Younger brother's idol - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You and your slightly younger brother Mike Wheeler were almost opposites, but after you both got into highschool together and he started to become very close with an old crush of yours you can't help but take the opportunity to finally tell Eddie how you feel much to your brothers protest

warnings: Cussing, you and Mike fighting alot, Eddie being a cute soft boy

a/n:

Mike Wheeler, your younger brother, your older sister and parents always joked about you being the middle child, born on Mike’s birthday but the same year as Nancy, her only being a couple months older than you leaving her at 19, you at 18, and your younger brother at 15.

“Come on! Nancy already left us! Twenty minutes ago you’re lucky moms letting me take her car!” You yelled up the stairs towards your younger brother huffing loudly checking the time again, if you didn’t leave right you wouldn’t have time to stop and see Eddie before school started. You watched Mike run down the stairs quickly wearing the familiar Hellfire T-shirt “Eddie needs his shirt tonight. I don’t know why you even took it” Mike said harshly as he grabbed his water bottle following you outside and into the car. “Because, your dumbass ‘accidentally’ split your chocolate milk on my shirt Friday and unlike you I don’t have my head up his ass everyday so he’s getting it back today” you sassed flipping him off as you pulled out of your driveway heading towards the school quickly. “Do you know how disrespectful it is to parade yourself around in front of the dungeon master?” Mike asked as you finally pulled into your parking spot next to Nancy’s. “Well, I haven’t heard Eddie complain once, and if I’m not wrong, he asks about me everytime he sees you” you teased ruffling his hair as you got out waving towards the group of guys huddled around the familiar beat up van Eddie owned and at the head of the circle was just the man you were looking for.

Eddie smiled stepping over a bit opening his arms as a welcome “Tiny Wheeler, Y/n” His voice greeted you as you finally were about ten feet from him, Mike going over to the group most likely to talk shit about you to Dustin, you and Mike weren’t close, whenever he was born toddler you was upset you had to share a birthday, and you still swear since then he’s thought he could get away with having everything as him. You wanted to prove to him so bad that he could share his friends and not always say mine mine mine, so whenever he started to hang out with Eddie Munson you saw your chance. You smiled at the taller brunette offering his hellfire shirt back to him “I washed it, figured you wanna clean shirt for your big campaign tonight, good luck with the vecna battle tonight!” You smiled waving as you rushed inside after Robin and Nancy, not before sending a smirk towards Mike. You weren’t big on dnd, hell you didn’t completely understand what a Vecna was, but you had overheard Mike on the phone the other night and you knew it’d get under his skin.

“You and Munson huh?” Robin teased nudging you with her elbow “y/n’s been crushing since eighth grade and she watched him play guitar, plus it pisses Mike off which she loves” Nancy explained smiling towards you making you huff “I’m not..trying to get with Eddie because Mike..I like Eddie he’s weird and cute” you whispered feeling your face heat up in embarrassment “mmm maybe it’ll work out in your favor” Robin teased poking your sides before leaving to her class “you don’t think..?” You whispered looking towards your sister “oh she is” Nancy smiled kissing your head before going to her class leaving you to find your home room.

The first half of School went by pretty quick, and finally your long awaited lunch break was here, the cafeteria was loud with noise, sounds of kids getting their food and sitting down, different conversations but you could only hear one voice, the rest was muffled, Eddie was talking to the guys about the campaign and somebody else, you couldn’t hear word for word but you could make out some. “Y/n!” Robin called motioning you over, you smiled at her walking closer to her table, as you sat down you could’ve swore Eddie was watching you. “Lover boys staring, y/n..” Robin teased looking at you as Nancy sat down “you didn’t say anything to him did you? I know you have him in math, don’t you lie to me Robin” you threatened playfully pointing towards her.

Eddie sat at his table, watching as you looked at Robin pointing at her saying something quietly but you had one hell of a glare, he wouldn’t admit it because you were his friend’s sister but he had this fascination with you, gripping his T-shirt under the table he smirked to himself, thinking about you wearing his shirt around your house, Mike giving you dirty glares everytime he saw you. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he knew what you were doing, he caught the whispers and dirty glares you both sent to each other when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Your conversation lasted a good ten minutes before Eddie was standing on his lunch table ranting about playing sports or being in band. “Hey! You want something, freak?” Jason asked standing up standing right in front of your table, Eddie smirked throwing his fingers in his hair to represent devil horns before sticking his tongue out towards Jason, pulling his hands away and smiling towards you as he jumped down off the table, Smiling to yourself blushing you started to play with your plastic sliver-ware.

“Really dude?…my sister?” Mike grumbled under his breath looking towards Eddie “you know if you start dating her my dad is gonna kill you?” He spoke up looking towards Eddie, it was one thing for you to flirt with his best friend but it was different when you both flirted towards each other. “It’s too late, Ed’s already got the hots for Wheeler’s sister!” Gareth yelled laughing, you looked over quickly catching eyes with Eddie before smiling looking down as he winked towards you.

You wouldn’t see Eddie again until you dropped Mike off for their campaign, pulling up to the school building yet again you sighed “I’ll wait out here..go ahead have fun” you said looking towards Mike, he stopped for a moment looking at you “you’re not gonna follow? Try and distract Eddie then entire time?” He asked getting out slamming the door looking through the window “no..he’s your friend..I realize I need to lay off a little with trying to tag along with you everytime” you smiled letting him go in peace rolling up his window smirking to yourself. You saw Eddie’s van screeched to a stop a couple parking spots across from yours, quickly getting out trying to pulling on his vest as quick as possible winking at you as he ran past. Hours past before you finally saw the other van in the parking lot, somebody sitting in the driver seat watching you until you had glanced over catching their eyes for a moment. You don’t know why but your heart started to pound in your chest and suddenly your flight or fight kicked in, quickly getting out of the car you rushed towards the side door entrance, you heard the other car door shut and footsteps quickly catching up after you catching your arm right before you got to the door handle. “Give me all your money or I swear to god I’ll kill you right here” The man’s voice rasped, you could smell the liquor and booze on him and it made you have to hold back a gag as you rushed to pull your wallet out handing it to him along with your mom’s car keys before rushing inside, not noticing the cut on your side.

Your shoes clattered loudly against the hard tiled floors as you rushed towards the only room with a light on. Panting, trying to catch your breath your eyes met Eddie’s and your brother’s. “Y/n? Can you seriously not leave my friends and I alone for!?-“ Mike stopped once he took in your shaken state quickly tipping his chair over to get to you “are you okay?..what the hell happened?” He asked looking at you glancing back at Dustin and Eddie who were up, Eddie already heading outside to see what the fuck happened outside. “I-I’m sorry M-Mike I was gonna stay out in the car but this dude…kept watching me and when I got out t-to come inside h-he took my wallet b-but he was drunk a-and I didn’t have any money but-..mom’s car keys…” you whispered in fear looking at Mike tearing up “she’s gonna be so mad, Mikey..” you whimpered as Mike hugged you tightly “she’s not gonna be mad…” he assured you stepping away whenever Eddie walked in looking at you “no signs of him but your car is still there” Eddie explained “are you okay?..” he added on holding your chin gently “y-yea I-I’m just..scared” you mumbled Eddie hugging you tightly “well I mean if what the news says is true then it looks like you’ve got a whole bunch of demonic Satan worshippers here for you so..you have no need to feel fear, m’lady” Eddie said softly looking at Mike who stared at you compelled to either say something to you or Eddie.

After they finished their game Eddie dropped you and Mike off at your house, Mike running inside to tell your mom, dad, and sister what had happened while Eddie leaned out of the window looking at you “you sure you’re gonna be okay Y/n?” Eddie asked watching you fidget with your purse “I think..I’ve got this..but uh..I like you…like a lot Eddie..I have since like..middle school..and I thought the silly crush went away but then Mike started to hang out with you which mean I constantly heard and saw you and-..” you were cut off by Eddie’s soft smile “just kiss me” he smiled humming in content whenever you pressed your lips against his, he cupped your cheek with his hand and you could feel the coolness of his rings pressing into your cheek. “Hey! That’s still my sister, Munson!” Mike yelled from the doorstep making you both laugh wiping your mouths “I gotta..go..see you..tomorrow?” You asked nervously looking at him “it’s a date, Princess” Eddie smiled before driving off down the road, you stayed in your spot for a moment, wanting to relive the moment over and over again.

After a night full of police reports and your father yelling at you for how the hell you got their car stolen, even going as far to blame Eddie before they finally let you and Mike go to bed. Walking up the hall and to the bathroom you and Mike both grabbed your toothbrushes “Mike..” you whispered glancing at him “I can’t believe you. I can’t have one single thing to myself” he grumbled as he brushed his teeth glaring at you through the mirror “Mike Wheeler. You have had everything handed to you your entire life, I’m so sorry your twenty year old friend took interest in your sister but you are fifteen! Stop acting like you’re in love with him or something” you argued, both of your voices muffled and gargled from the toothbrushes in your mouth, after you both spit and washed your mouth out you rushed to your room slamming the door and laying in bed.

The next day wasn’t any easier, you got a ride from Nancy to school but the glares from Mike never stopped, whenever you got to school the glares and rude comments just got worse. Lunch rolled around and for the first time Eddie had stopped you in your path inviting you to sit with him at his table with the others, slowly you sat your tray down looking at him “Eddie…I don’t..I dunno if this will work..I mean Mike is..really…really mad at me and I don’t wanna ruin your guys’s friendship” you said softly holding his arm “I’m sorry..” you added on before grabbing your tray and heading back to your table with Robin fighting back your own tears, one of the big things you wanted since middle school you finally got and had to let him go because your brother was butthurt.

The rest of the week was calm, nothing really out of the ordinary except Eddie’s stares, they were more intense, lasting for a lot longer than he normally would, whenever you finally got home from school Friday night Mike rushed into your room “you ruined him! Eddie just basically threw our entire campaign out!” He yelled glaring at you “you broke him! You fix it! We need this campaign! It’s the last month of school for Eddie!” He yelled at you, you just sat on your bed glaring at him for barging in “I don’t think I will, Mike..you wanted this..you always said you can’t have anything to yourself, there you go, there’s Eddie all to yourself” you explained calmly taking your glasses off “are you serious!? You practically led him on!” He yelled, that set you off, standing up quickly glaring at him “I didn’t do shit! We were both happy! Together! You wanted to throw a fucking tantrum because of it! You ruined Eddie! Not me!” You screamed, he went quiet staring at you before pulling his hellfire club shirt off throwing it in your floor before storming off. Slipping on your shoes you grabbed Nancy’s keys rushing down the steps sneaking past your parents and outside into your sister’s car. You weren’t sure exactly what you were doing, it was nine thirty, and you were supposed to be in bed yet here you were driving to Eddie Munson’s house in your bunny slippers.

Parking outside you took in Eddie’s van parked and all the lights in his trailer off, walking up you knocked softly waiting outside patiently holding your arms shivering as a rough chilly breeze hit your skin making goosebumps erupt. “Y/n?..” Eddie asked opening the door pulling you inside before shutting the door again “I..I really don’t understand you” he said running a hand through his hair “listen…Mike told me about you ending hellfire…” you said watching him sigh and cross his arms “I..I understand…If not…but it wasn’t right of me to end things just because my brother was mad..” you explained wiping your nose a bit “…you’re right” Eddie whispered “it wasn’t right..but…consider your invitation accepted” he said looking at you, You just laughed a bit hugging him tightly “you’re so weird” you mumbled feeling him kiss your head “next time..if Mike has a problem with us..tell me ahead of time before ending things before they even begin” Eddie laughed only feeling your head nod in agreement, maybe this could work?

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie x reader stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader

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musubiki · 6 months

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STOP CUZ THE FAN CLUB BEING SAD WHEN (to their knowledge) LIME AND MOCHI DIDNT END UP TOGETHER IS SO TRUE!?!?!??!?! i graduated high school and couple months ago and when i tell you me and my bestie have already had several "man... it feels odd to know xyz and abc broke up,,, thought they'd be together for longer" like i kid you not we mourned the 'break up' of this couple bc the gossip grapevine was like yeah they didnt wanna be together while they went off to college boo hoo and lo and behold THEY'RE STILL OTGTHER and we were both like ah yes timeline RESTORED

FOR REAL!!!! just imagine being a bystander to mochi and lime in high school. spend all their time together, close friends since early middle school, would die for each other, 100% in love, very much soul mates

and then finding out 2 years after graduation "Remember Lime Goldwood? That handsome guy from high school? X ran into him in the capitol a couple months ago, I guess him and Mochi aren't close anymore? I heard a rumor from someone else-- something about she left to study abroad?"

it just takes away all hope in the world. even if it couldnt be you, its very sad to see this disney ass anime romance playing out all through high school and then a few years later learning they fell apart. for a moment you thought "Man maybe that can be me and someone someday" and years later "Nope they had a falling out (???) and the world is a shitty place once again"

I also feel like for those who kept in contact after highschool, all kinds of weird rumors would start since lime or mochi isnt there to refute it. "Maybe he didnt like her after all and she wanted to be a thing" (or the reverse) "Maybe they got together and he had an affair" "Do you think she got pregnant and it tore them apart? She took the baby and ran away??" "Whoaa..."

and after mochi comes back, someone who was at the end of the grapevine goes "What about the baby...?" and mochi/lime are like "What? What baby? Pom?"

#or limes fanclub being like ahhhh i knew she was a skank WHY WOULD SHE LEAVE HIM #wholesome to see those fairytale couples #the ones that make you upset because its such goals #and then find out (ah they broke up) like ah yes. for a moment i thought the world had hope but nevermind

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💛

um also maria addition: i did a below the cut where i spoke abt my relationship with each song so. if u wanna do that too... encouraged. i care. i wanna know. and i LOVE U👉👈 (pls dont feel heartbroken that im copy n pasting this part to a few of our mutuals too. i just love u guys sm ok) (kissing u elena kissing uuuuu)

MARIANARA SAUCE!!!!!!!! HELLO!!!!!!!!! there were so many songs on my playlist that i wanted to add but i stuck to the rules of the game 🫡

goo goo muck by the cramps

gay thoughts by the growlers

ghostbusters by ray parker jr.

the waves have come by chelsea wolfe

strong reflection by mars red sky

goo goo muck — the cramps: i owned 3 cramps t shirts from middle school to highschool (then i moved and lost em...i gotta find them again...): 1 was just black & white, 1 was black white & hot ass pink, and 1 was bright fucking yellow. all featuring that weird skeleton zombie man from the band's "bad music for bad people" album cover. i loved each and every one of those damn shirts. oh and every time i got my period id wear one of my cramps shirts to school. no idea if anyone actually caught on but it sparked a lot of joy in kid me LOL. the band itself is very grungy and reminds me sm of my childhood going to shitty backyard concerts

gay thoughts — the growlers: the growlers was one of the first bands i ever saw at a real concert, and it was one of the strangest grimiest experiences of my childhood. it took place inside this huge ornate theatre with barely any crowd. everyone was high, the singer kept leaving the stage in the middle of songs/during guitar solos to take a piss bc he kept drinking beers throughout the performance, there were boob shaped lamps lighting up the back stage. my sister was friends with one of the guitarists. and afterwards we got THE best sushi of my LIFE in THE most sketchy ass looking hole-in-the-wall restaurant. truly was just a huge vibe overall and one of the only fond memories i have with that sister. (also this song has the most ridiculous story ever?? questioning man keeps running off to gay drag shows and cheating on his girlfriend with men and it turns out his girlfriend's been using the time he's gone to ALSO cheat on him. but with women. queer4queer solidarity??? the yt video's great)

ghostbusters — ray parker jr.: ok yknow what. i keep trying to watch this movie and getting fucking bored midway through but my GOD does this song fuck. every halloween like clockwork i start blasting ghostbusters and the pure fucking euphoria it brings me is unparalleled. so i guess im not surprised i have it saved on one of my most listened to playlists SDGHJKFD

the waves have come — chelsea wolfe: different vibe than the previous songs and also i feel like i keep finding excuses to talk about this song but my fucking god it is just. so so very dear to me. i think it's genuinely held the number one spot for my most repeats on spotify for like. a DECADE. something about it dude i cant explain it. life changing. heartbreaking. like getting lost in a brutal storm at sea

strong reflection — mars red sky: dude that intro riff. bro... need i say more. low grungy riffs are EVERYTHINGGG if it isnt growling whats the POINT!!!!!!! this song feels like a cargo boat thats slowly rocking in an ocean made of smoke and tar. but also it's in the vacuum of space. and you're tripping balls

none of my super ridiculous cheesey 80s/90s songs got picked which is super fucked up... but oh well... next time maybe 🫶

#asks #music #marianara sauce #TY FOR THE ASK BELOVED #SORRY MY MUSIC TASTE IS..............................THE WAY IT IS

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lovesicksecret · 1 month

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏/𝟐 -- 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (2)

𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰 -- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆⚠︎︎ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌, 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄⚠︎︎ 𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 <𝟑

𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻

You've always been the weird kid. It started as you just being overly quiet, keeping to yourself and being reserved in style and personality. But as you know, middle school kids are mean, and though you think you have a winning personality, no one really stays around enough to notice it. And it's not like you're alone, I mean you have Shoko as your only friend, but still she had people outside of you. That, you couldn't blame her for, but that was practically it as far as anyone knew.

But there was one thing no one understood about you. And that would be your long time friendship with the Gojo Satoru. Now if anyone were to actually ask you, you'd explain it was more by force on his side than willingness because, let's face it, he may be golden faced star football player Satoru but man was he annoying.

At Least that's what you tell yourself on nights like these, game nights. When you know he's playing. He always asks you to come and you always reply the same way. ’We’ll see’ and of course because Satoru cant see behind the bleachers, he always bums himself out when he thinks you're not there. You are, you're..just hiding. I mean think about it, if anyone were to see you cheering for him, you’d be bullied beyond repair.

You'd always leave one hour before the game actually ended. Mainly to avoid the rush leave and the slight chance he might see you or your car. But, it's also because nights like these just happen to be the nights you feel the need to relieve yourself the most. Definitely not because of Satoru and his pretty face and good build and sweaty chest, no no no no. It's just a coincidence.

Why hide it? Well you've been friends with Satoru since you could talk. He was the classic boy next door, window facing yours. Then you know, the old ‘forgot to close my blinds’ happens to him once in the junior year of highschool and of course that has to be your downfall. You'd always known he was good looking, I mean everyone knew. Football gave him build, and his stupid brain was practically a talking socialite on its own.

But I mean come on, the window had to be adding muscle and slimming his waist, like a photoshopped version of the friend you’ve seen as a boy up until that moment.

So, you develop a bit of a crush on the school's golden boy. Did not help you had all your classes together. Or that your moms are friends. Or that he's consistently up your ass, whether it be before, during, and almost always after school. You had to hide it, though it wasn't that hard. I mean, it's been five years already and he doesn't know. You figure now that you're both juniors in college, the same college I might add, that it'll blow over. This is the year, you can feel it.

So, like every other Friday night, you find yourself back at your dorm room, door locked for safety, and down go your pants. One hand slipping into your panties and circling your clit, you're already a little wet, assuming Satoru the other guys in their jerseys must have been a turn on. You bite your lip, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on the feel of your needy clit. After a little you slowly trail your finger down to your sopping hole and circle your needed entrance.

You throw your head to the side, finger now entering you as you keep circling your clit. Your eyes open, and land on your laundry pile, or more specifically Satoru’s shirt he must have left at your place a while ago. By now you can't stop the oh so dirty thoughts of him from coming, and by how you're needy pussy squeezes your finger you obviously don't want to. He's all you can think of as you play with yourself, rubbing your clit faster, adding another finger just to fill the ache of needing something bigger.

You didn't know when but at some point you started moaning. Unabashed and loud, whining followed soon after as you worked yourself faster. You could feel it, you’re soaked and needy as you slip another finger in, thrusting three at a time. You're so close to cumming just a few more-.

Knock Knock Knock

It's aggressive and loud as a voice follows after. “(Name) open the dooooor”. It’s Gojo, he sounds slightly buzzed, probably from celebrating a win. You think about it but your hand doesn't stop, you're so close to cumming that stopping sounds crazy. More knocking followers after, bordering pounding now. “Come on baby let me innnn” He sing songs through the door as more knocking follows. Stupid pet name. There's blood rushing through your ears, the adrenaline getting to you, you’re definitely flushed red by now.

The pounding of your heart louder than any of his knocking, squelching of your pussy getting louder as your fingers start to lose rhythm. There's a soft jingle of the doorknob before it clicks and unlocks. Your heart races as Satoru struts into your dorm bedroom, stupid smile on his face, a spare key in his hand as his eyes land on your form. Right as you go to stop yourself the coil in your tummy snaps and you cum. You throw your head back, brain mush as you whine out his name without thought.

It takes you a few seconds to come down from your high, but once the fog clears you throw the blanket over your lower half, removing your fingers from yourself, eyes wide as you look up at Gojo. He's stunned. Standing there staring at where your fingers used to be. It's a while before anyone says anything as you die of embarrassment.

“I knocked.” He huffs out as he finally makes eye contact. You pout, aghast about what just transpired. You pause. “I heard. And I didnt answer” Its awkward, the tension is thick. There is no way he’ll stay friends with you, god you moaned his name! What is wrong with you? Oh my god he's going to tell all his friends. Oh God-

“Are you hard right now?!”

He looks down and his eyes widen, looking back at you, a little panicked. “I just watched you cum! You moaned my name, of course I'm turned on!” You huff out and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Just- Just get out Satoru.” You close your eyes and wait to hear him leave. After hearing no noise you look back up to find him staring at you, Eyes big and glossy as he makes harsh eye contact. “Seriously?” It’s meant to sound stunned but instead just comes out whiny. You lower your voice and soften your tone as you speak. “Yes seriously, we..- we can talk later ok? But right now I just need you to leave. Please.” You can tell by the way he stares back, looking like he's one more second away from absolutely bawling that he is definitely tipsy.

Surprisingly, he just nods solemnly and leaves, not a pause in his step. Once he shuts the door, separating him from you, you sigh. Deciding sitting in your own orgasm was not going to help you, you got up and undressed, throwing your clothes in the washer before jumping into the shower. One quick shower turned into an hour and a half long shower, trying to scrub away the sins of exposing yourself to your longest and, let's face it, best friend. Maybe you could pass it off. Yeah. Like he surprised you that's all, no dirty fantasies and five year long crushes. Nope, not you.

In all honesty, curling up under your blankets and dying sounded pretty good right now. However, school waits for no one and before you know it your weekend of ignoring all of Satoru’s calls and texts turns into Monday. Yippy. Now, you are no football player, but it's halfway through classes and you've managed to somehow dodge and weave Gojo like the plague. That has to account for some extra curricular grade right? I mean it’s practically impossible for someone to dodge Satoru. Your lucky streak runs low by class 4, Moral Ethics and Philosophy. Satoru usually bails on this class and asks you to tutor him, aka do his work, so you figured today wouldn't be any different.

Stupid you. A fool really, to think a mezely class would stop Satoru Gojo from getting what he wants, which sadly right now is to talk to you. It's twenty minutes into the lecture when he comes barging in, sweating a little, and searching the room till his eyes land on you. Obviously you being you, you try to shrink down into the seat, hoping your sweater would cover you like a turtle shell. No such luck. He spots you almost immediately, rushing over to the empty seat behind you. “Mr. Gojo, glad you could finally join us, though I don’t understand why you're so late.” The Professor whispers the last part, gesturing to a few empty seats for him to sit before continuing.

“Sorry, thank you” He speaks in a rush before setting his sights back on you and taking the seat directly behind you. You try and face forward to pay attention and ignore his burning stare into the back of your head, but that's easier said than done. A few minutes later he starts whispering. “(name).” Your eye twitches, trying your best to ignore him. “Seriously (name), look at me” By now your eyes are clenched shut, hands twitching to cover your ears. You can’t face him. You wish you could but it’s too embarrassing, you’d have to explain yourself to him. He has other friends, he'll be alright. You slowly open your eyes again when the whispering stops.

You let out a quiet sigh before you feel yourself get hit in the head. You jerk forward from the unexpectedness, before slowly turning around and looking down to see what hit you. Crumpled paper, in a ball, sitting on the floor. You roll your eyes and pick it up, opening it and reading it.

ⵊꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʟᴀss ᴇɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ-

You stop reading, now angry more than anything. If this big idiot is gonna follow you around like a dog till you say something, then you'll say something. You grab the paper and your stuff before standing up and walk right out of the classroom. Your mind would have been blown by leaving a class mid lecture but right now you really couldn't care less. As you throw away his stupid note you hear him walking out of the lecture room and heading towards you. You take a deep breath in and whip around to face him. He keeps walking till he's up in your space enough to be stepping on your feet.

“You haven't been answering my calls or- or texts, what is going on with you?” You're almost agape, you?! He's the one who walked in on you masturbating I mean, what does he expect for you to pretend like he didn't see your pussy full on? Like you didn't moan his name? Insane. But, you don't say that, you don't say anything. It's like your mind got word constipation for a second and all critical thinking stopped because the next words out of your mouth should never have been uttered in the history of the world. “You walked in on me masturbating to you.” You can’t believe it. There's no way you said that. That's it?! Not even a ‘You shouldn't have walked in on me’ or even ‘I changed my number’. Just that!

He pauses, eyes going a little wider as he takes in your words. This can't be news can it? I mean he has to have known it was about him, you moaned his name for god sake. Oh my god maybe he doesn't even remember it, god and you could have pretended like it never even happened and now-

“So?”

Now you're convinced you died. Because this has to be a sick form of punishment. There's no way this is happening and you said that and he just said ‘so’. There can’t be. Only in hell. “So? What do you mean so? It was weird and awkward and what I did was gross and wrong and we’re friends and you shouldn't have seen it and I shouldn't have done it.” Once the words start coming up you can’t stop. You can’t tell if you're angry or confused or embarrassed. Maybe all. Probably all.

“So, you regret it? Because from where I was standing It looked like you came pretty hard.” You're flabbergasted. This is insane. “Regret you seeing it? Yes very much-” he cuts you off, “No. I mean regret thinking of me. Regret saying my name.”

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for you to see he's serious and even longer to think of what you’re going to say. “Satoru, stuff like that will ruin our friendship, so I suggest that if we want to remain even talking to each other that we stop talking or even thinking about this.” You’re trying to dig yourself out of this hole you made. Trying so very very hard for him to just help you the rest of the way and stop this torture.

“No.”

“No?!” You don’t mean to yell but it’s gotten to the point where you feel like vomiting. This is a lot of confrontation and every time he speaks you fear for the worst thing and every time he goes above and beyond of what you think is the worst.

“No, I don't want to stop thinking of it. Of you, sprawled out,” He's backing you up now, into a corner, both mentally and physically. All you can get out is his name as you take step after step backward, hitting the wall a lot sooner than wished as he just keeps going. “Soaked, touching yourself, to the thought of me,” You say his name again, hands on his chest to create space that was never there in the first place. “Yeah, you said it just like that, a little more whiny though, like you needed me” You whisper his name now, noses touching as he looks into your soul, so close his breath warms your lips. “Do you still need me?”

𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻

#jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk au #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #suggestion #smut #hxh #mha #fanfic #jjk fanart

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 5 months

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in middle/highschool every1 irl was so mean to me like i was just the go-to Target for a lot of ppl so everyone wld always act like literally anything i did on facebook was so weird and offputting even tho i was legit so like...normal on there?? but idk any type of self expression i indulged in to the slightest degree wld make ppl want to bully me lol. and for a while it got me down so much until grade 12 i started making tumblr friends n back then we wld all add each other on fb. so suddenly all these like random hipsters from The Usa were commenting on my pics and the ppl at my school like. Could not wrap their head around it like the concept of internet friends was still a rly outlandish thing in this small town. but after a few months i started to notice ppl treated me completely different irl like they were almost acting impressed i was able to transcend their onslaught of bullshit so now they wanted me..all these ppl from my school who had previously treated me like DIRT wld comment on my facebook posts trying to be seen i was feeling like *south park voice* damn i hate you guys sfm for real :/ but tumblr ppl def saved my life at the time cus my irl situation was rly makeing me want to end it all w the constant bullying on top of OTHER stuff... fuck like having facebook back then was so insanely stressful to me i feel so bad for kids w r like i was dealing w it now that social media usage been amplified to such a massive extent

#when u try to make something a readmore and it just doesnt work >mfw

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Characters: Nanami Kento x Gn! reader (married)

Genre: ANGST

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Nanami talks about having kids (gender of the reader still not mentioned tho)

Writer: @ white-poppie

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

Sundays are holidays for those working in the corporate world. Nanami however never got holidays due to his job as Jujutsu sorcerer.

Of course now you were giving him the silent treatment by ignoring his calls, yes it was childish, but it was mean of him to leave his s/o on his one holiday when they could actually spend some time together.

(3) missed calls from Nanami

“Three, huh?” you said to yourself. Nanami never calls more than once, even after arguments and you have to call him back every time. Now you were a bit concerned.

You dialled his number.

1 ring

2 rings

6 rings

“Hello?” Nanami answered hoarsely, “oh thank god Y/N, I was thinking you wouldn’t pick up.”

“Ken, is everything alright?” you huffed.

You heard his laugh from the other side, “yeah, everything’s fine I was just missing you a lot, I am sorry for today.”

You sighed in relief, “you should be, by the way are you done with work already?”

“Hmmm...almost,” he says with a pause, “I am actually travelling right now, got a new location.”

“Where is it?” you ask, “is it far from home?”

“ ‘Dunno, but yeah its far from home.”

You hum and lean on the couch, “Y’know I really miss you Ken, we have barely spent any time together since last month.”

“I am sorry, I’ll make it up to you,” he sighs.

“A pizza date, promise?” you beam

“...Promise,” he answers after some gap. “A random question Y/N, but have you ever thought of...you know settle down...I mean we are already married, but what about us actually living like a married couple y’know...kids n stuff?” he says the last part under his breath, but you hear him.

“EHH?” you exclaim and hear a ugh from the other side which makes you embarrassed so you pipe down a little, “where did that come from?”

“Just randomly, answer me though,” he gulps harshly.

“Nami, your throat sounds weird, do you have a cold?” you ask out of concern.

“Just answer me please,” he says with his voice breaking.

“Oh..well, yeah I have,” you answer.

“Really? How do you imagine it to be?” he asks.

“Uhh... I imagine the future to be something sweet, full of sunshine. Us living under one roof, stable jobs. We fight over who will clean the dishes and who would make the food. We would hug and watch movies and end up falling asleep on the couch” you answer.

“Eventhough you know that my job is f-full of risks?”

“Yeah...a person can dream right?” you laugh, but there is no humour in it, its dry and airy and close to tears.

“ ‘M sorry,” he says out of the blue, “I am sorry that I can’t give you the perfect life you want.”

“No-no Ken, you are doing everything you can, I just work while you save lives of people, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you.”

“Thank you,” he heaves.

“And yeah...I-I have thought of...kids too,” you mumble.

“You are pouting right now, aren’t you?” Kento chuckles and you ease the pout the forming on your lips.Tch. He knows you too well.

“We would live together, I would cry when they are born. Then would say their first words, take their first steps and I would record it. Then they would cry on their first day of school, then they would bring their first friends to h-house,” he coughed in the middle and continued, “then they would start middle -school and we would have to awkwardly explain the birds and bees to them...then highschool, they would date someone for the first time...college, job nd one day they would get married and the two of us would count sakura petals falling from trees while drinking tea.”

Your lips trembled at his etymology, to think Nanami was hiding all this within for so long, “when you come home, we will plan bout it alright?”

You heard a groan from the other side and a breathy ‘Yeah.’ and a tiny gnawing anxiety settled at the pit of your stomach, “Nami, are you sure you are okay? Tell Gojo to cover for you instead, you sound so tired.”

“ “M fine sugar, nothing your strong husband can’t handle,” he answered, “say do you want something I should get for you? What bout’ mochis you like those right?”

“Mochis sound nice,” you smile, there he was back at it again.

There is a deafening pause before he says the next words, “I...have to go now,” he pants.

“Oh, I’ll cut thee cal-”

“Wait,” he stammers, “Can you just say ‘I love you’ one last time then?”

You gulp down the sudden anxiety forming in your throat, “I love you Kento, take care and come home soon, alright?”

“Love you too angel, so much. I don’t tell you this often, but you mean everything to me.”

You smile and put the phone away from you, grateful to whatever deity there was, for a partner like him.

Call Ended.

Nanami sighed and cut the call with his trembling and bloody fingers. He was a regretful man. He lived with regrets and he was dying with them too.

If only he had spent more time with you, if only he had stayed a little longer, drowned in your voice a little more, eaten the food you cooked and appreciated it more.

If only he had the capability of providing you with a future you wished for.

If only, he wasn’t on the urge of dying.

His phone fell on the bloody ground, with all his remaining strength he typed one last message before his vision started tunneling. The sound of your voice, so sweet, still lingered in his mind.

He felt so cold. He thought of what could your future have been and it slowly morphed into the sight of you sobbing, the cried shattering his barely pumping heart.

You were a crybaby sometimes, but this time he won’t be there to wipe those fat tears away.

He closed his eyes to rest them, knowing damn well he won’t be able to open them again, but he was just so...tired.

Maybe in another life he would utter your name again, full of love and not filled with sorrow and longing.

“Y/N”

From Nanamin 😏🙄

(Last seen 1 year ago)

Buy some Mochis for Y/N and tell her not to be sad for too long.

Take care, you are a good friend, Gojo.

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

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Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?

Requests are open (*3*) Reblog/like to give the author a hug (´;︵;)

#jjk #jjk angst #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x gender neutral reader #nanami #nanami x gender neutral reader #nanami jjk #nanami fluff #nanami angst #⎯𝒿𝒿𝓀⋆

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tosteur-gluteal · 8 months

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(vent? Idk I should probably just journal and keep all of this for myself but I can't trust my relatives concerning privacy)

CW: mention of mild eating disorder and people not being very nice (s*cide invitation)

This year I've become even more comfortable sharing how I feel with my friends, IRL and online, and it really helped me being less anxious and more like myself. Because I had a terrible experience in middle school with being my energetic, and yeah, kind of loud self in front of the other kids, I got put aside very quickly and people would just talk behind my back, some straight up telling me to kms aha yayyyy

So first year of highschool was me being extremely anxious and I would get constantly sick because of how uneasy I felt in that environment (private school and in elite class) but then I made friends, second year started out very badly because I felt like a failure for not being able to enter that elite class that year. My grades went lower and lower (and I used to be a top student) but I discovered what it's like to be in a friend group that is a safe place. Yeah I got some severe anxiety problems (me not being able to deal with my feelings correctly aka me being a disaster bi and when I crush on someone I crush hard until it's unhealthy like fr I would feel extremely bad all the time) but it got better (bro discovered communication, yeah I got rejected but it felt somehow good to just, talk 🤯🤯🤯🤯) and later during that year I began to become the person that I used to be, an overall happy person, kind of childish at times, I wasn't afraid to be perceived as weird because I was in a safe place 😎💥💥

Until I got into some...problems with a formal online friends, and it impacted my health very badly (some troubles eating yay) and at some point, for the longest time and even today, I would just not be vocal about feeling bad anymore. I feel like a burden again and that I should always display happy behaviours. And I even toned them down fearing that people think I'm annoying or distressing. Heck I got called a guiltripper when I was vocal about not feeling okay (I didn't even blame anyone for that, apparently the person told me that was attention seeking behaviour, that I should focus on fixing my problems myself ect.) I won't go into details for what happened but yeah, today is one of the bad ones 💥 staying at home is draining, and my friends aren't available for the moment, but I just don't have the motivation to put a foot outside. I just draw all day until exhaustion just for the sake of it. It's a short term solution, honestly I'm just waiting for school to start now to meet with my friends again

I'm probably not going to make any more vent post because I want to share what makes me happy here aaaa

#toaster talks #vent post #vent

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the-eldritch-it-gay · 10 months

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What’s some highlights of the Salas family drama?

I was gonna write a sparknotes but ended up writing like 500 words so sfdhjkhsdkhf maybe I'll share that later but here's some bullet points highlights

Alexandria Salas, founding member of the family, had triplets after getting pregnant in a one-night stand. While she kept the kids, she did not spend time with them, dropping them off at daycare in the morning, spending her day busking in the street, and evenings working in entertainment, and not picking them up until around midnight.

Alexandria became a minor celebrity, partially from busking, partially from giving a lapdance to some celebrities, and ended up having a one-night stand with a major celebrity and having another child.

2/4 of her children are gay, 3/4 married highschool sweethearts despite their less-than-ideal childhood.

Miranda, one of the triplets, married the lesbian daughter of a vampire. Bruno, other triplet, was a jock and married a jock #lovewins.

Valentino, the youngest, the one from the celebrity hook-up, tbh idk what he's up to he's married I believe and has twin daughters and lives in the house Alexandria built

Catelaya, another of the triplets, is a character for sure. Married childhood sweetheart Mehdi Seddiki. Went into the scientist career, went mad scientist. Had an alien baby after getting abducted by aliens, but she sent the baby back to space. In I'm sure unrelated news, she became the author of the best-selling sci-fi series Cosmo Hike (like Star Trek, get it lmao). As an elder and after her husband died, she spent a while just as an archeologist in Selvadorada.

Her eldest human daughter, Jasmin, ended up having to raise her younger siblings because Catelaya died when her youngest was just a toddler I believe.

Nyla, Catelaya's middle child, took the death of her parents pretty hard, it happened right before she became a teen. And she just had a lot of drama, skipping school, getting in trouble at school, having a string of like 5 boyfriends which she dated each for like 2 days. Ended up getting pregnant from one of the boyfriends, had a miscarriage. Ended up getting pregnant again, getting into a fight about the teen pregnancy with her mother and father's ghost, and dropped out of highschool and moved out to the big city on her own.

Catelaya's youngest, Devonte actually ended up fine, but he felt a little weird living in his older sister's house when his older sister has a boyfriend and child, so he struck out on his own shortly before graduation.

Back to Jasmin, though, so Jasmin works as a social media/pr manager and actually has like 250k followers on her vlogging channel. And she just got married to Ahmed, her boyfriend of many years with whom she already had 2 kids (Nadia and Omar).

OH I ALMOST FORGOT remember Catelaya spending time as an archeologist in Selvadorada? Well after her death, Jasmin and Ahmed were going through her things and figured they might try and uncover and clean up some of the artifacts and such and then started doing some of their own work with archeological digs and well long story short they're now both getting probably a combined 12k a day or so unrelated to their day jobs because their reknown as archeologists meaning they get consulted and asked to help out with things.

#Eldritch IT Answers #Anonymous

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mbbsgf · 2 months

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hello hello!! idk if there's a month or a day for bullying awareness but i would like to share my story i guess. i've been bullied since i was 9 but i was really young so i didn't really think anything of it. i thought it was normal and that it was how kids acted towards each other until it started to seriously affect me mentally, when i was 13 and got in middle school. it got really bad to the point where i didn't want to go anymore. this group of girls in my class tried to set me up with a guy because, according to them, we'd "look good together". i tried telling them he wasn't my type and that i didn't like him but they didn't care they kept trying because "a fat girl deserved a fat boy" as they said. kids would hit me and throw stuff at me in class and it got to the point where i snapped and started crying right in front of the class begging them to stop. when i was 14, i wrote a goodbye letter to my friends, family and teachers. the thing is my best friend found that letter and gave it to an adult from school that i'm forever grateful for. she called my parents and had a talk with them. i was mad at my best friend back then but i realized if she didn't show that letter to that adult i trusted, i would've been dead by now. my best friend saved my life in a way and i'm forever grateful for her for that. i owe her everything. then highschool wasn't as bad but i was still terrified to speak up and make friends due to past traumas so people thought i was weird and i would just exclude myself from any group projects and everything else that would mean working with people from my class. i would just physically be here but no one would pay attention to me and that's what i wanted at that time of my life. the first year and a half was just that. go to school, get through the day, go home. i had no friends and my grades were okay i guess, then i started having friends and my grades went from okay to terrible. i didn't pass so i cried every night because i disappointed my family but mostly myself. then i tried to pass again the next year but i didn't pass. that was my breaking point. failing once? okay, i can try again. failing twice? i was a disgrace. i gave up everything and did nothing at all for almost a year, then i found a job as a cashier. it went terrible, i'm fired. my boss was an asshole to me. he took my kindness for weakness i guess and since i'm still a teenager, it was easier to take me in, play me and use me and then throw me away. i signed the papers proving i was fired this afternoon. i doubt i'll ever recover. this job was so special and i loved it. it was my first job ever. to me, first jobs are like first loves, they're always special and cherished forever. i wish i did things differently because i can't stop blaming myself for getting fired when it's not my fault. he didn't give me a reason. i feel used and played. i feel like shit. i already saw myself in my 20s, still working at this store only for it to last a fucking month. i've been crying all afternoon. i tried so hard to be good enough for the job. i did everything they told me to do, treated every customer like princesses and princes. i did a fucking great job and no one told me that. no one told me they're proud. i wanted someone to be proud of me so bad. anyways, i kind of drifted off the topic. all that to say, you're never alone. i'll always be here for all of you. every life is precious on its own way. you can't give up just yet, there's still so much to live. life doesn't end because of people's opinions, life doesn't end when your boss uses you, life doesn't end when people tell you what they think of you. life doesn't end because of what somebody thinks of you. you're so much more than someone's opinion. i love you all, you're never alone.

— mar🪽

#marie speaks.#bullying awareness.

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the-lil-exorcist · 1 year

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TIMING: Just before Easter

LOCATION: The Bread Cemetery

PARTIES : @stainedglasstruth, @the-lil-exorcist

SUMMARY: Lil, getting the hang of returning to Wicked's Rest, finally runs into someone she vaguely knew from High school. Despite the initial awkwardness Arden and Lil have a nice conversation.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Parental Death Tw, Sibling Death Tw

Lil had settled back into working at the bakery well enough, her feet dangling on the tall stool she’d moved to behind the register, she almost was content with the shift. After all, it did slow down in the afternoons, and she could just flip through her book and write notes about the translation. Leaning her head on her hand she almost didn’t register the chiming bell of someone coming in wanting to translate the last sentence on the page. “Hey - welcome to Bread Cemetery! No we don’t bury bread but you-” Lil started with her nonsense phrases before her words caught a little in her throat suddenly forgetting about her translations.

Lil was pretty sure she knew the other, and she was fairly sure it was from highschool which - well she was fairly sure was no one’s best moment. Still, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to be recognized by people she knew even if it was only tangentially. She didn’t like explaining what happened, and while Arden - the name of the other coming to Lil’s brain- probably wasn’t much interested in catching up it still made her nervous. She also wasn’t sure if she had been - well weird around the other. Mediums weren’t known for their social skills, and Lil hadn’t really bothered being normal - and after the incident she didn’t bother being particularly sociable in a way that would make her friends.

“Are you here for the Easter sale?” She said lightly, hoping that the other didn’t actually notice Lil, “ We still have some of the cookies.”

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Arden was having a day.

She had actually gotten a few nights of restful sleep after her last nightmare, but the streak had been broken last night. So, when she made her way into work that morning with a tired shuffle and the largest travel mug in her possession, she was not pleased to have Nathaniel inform her that they would be having visitors that day. Even worse, they were having teenage visitors on a class trip to learn about print media and see the antique printing press.

By the time lunch rolled around, and the kids had, mercifully, left, she had the beginnings of a migraine forming. She took some pain relievers and had tried to continue working, but it just wasn’t happening. Luckily, she had an incredibly kind boss who gave her the rest of the day off and practically pushed her out of the building.

Deciding some fresh air would do her well, the young woman decided to go for a walk, and that was how she ended up outside of a bakery. Arden remembered the shop as one she had visited on occasion back in her UMWR days when she had been craving something sweet, and that day she found herself drawn inside by the familiar cozy vibes.

A bell rang as she entered the shop, eyes roaming over the display cases filled with delicious looking treats. Arden looked up as the woman behind the counter started to rattle off a greeting, giving her a polite smile before she suddenly cut herself off. Her head cocked to the side ever so slightly as she wondered why she had suddenly stopped in the middle of her sentence.

It seemed she had been reading– studying maybe?– before Arden had walked in. Looking a little more closely, the woman did look somewhat familiar. She appeared to be around the same age as her. Someone from university maybe? Or high school maybe? Yes, that was it– there had only been so many other Asian Americans in their small high school, so she remembered taking notice of the twins she had shared some classes with. The girl’s name eluded her, though.

But she was saying something about an Easter sale, which rang some bells in Arden’s head. “Oh, I think I might’ve seen something about that online. I didn’t realize it was for this place, though. I was just walking by and was kinda curious– I haven’t been in here for years.” The mention of cookies certainly piqued her interest. “What kind of cookies do you still have?”

–

Lil was happy that Arden seemed not to recognize her, or perhaps didn’t care too. After all, she wasn’t exactly who Lil was worried to run into again - just being one of the normal students from their old school. She wasn’t an exorcist coming to sneer at Lil, or worse an ex that probably wasn’t too happy with her. She wasn’t used to having history anyplace anymore, and except for holidays - she was rarely here long enough for any of her past to see her. While Lil was brave in many ways, the feeling of a microscope on her back always made her more fearful than anything else.

Lil flipped over her book before standing up, hiding the title of “Guide to the Afterlife” that had been unhelpfully translated into English as she nodded. “Yup, my brother wanted to make some of the tulips this year.” Lil didn’t add the ‘since mom’s missing and couldn’t do them’. She figured the less people knew that June was missing the less of a chance she’d have to get upset about it.

“We’ve got the usual suspects as far as cookies - the decorated ones will be the sugar cookies though. We’ve got chocolate chips and - maybe snickerdoodles left? I’d have to check the back for those though. You just missed a big rush of people, ” Lil said, moving quickly enough to the case to point on her side where the cookies were. “I’d recommend any of them to be honest. Although the sugar cookies aren’t going to be around much longer.”

_____

Following the woman’s movements, Arden froze as she saw her flip over her book. She was suddenly transported back to her high school English class.

It had been a quiet day in class, the teacher giving everyone some time to catch up on their assigned reading. Arden, already finished with the book, had pulled out her notebook and one of the books she’d borrowed from the Scribe Headquarters, and was pouring over its contents, taking notes. She was a good student, and she had a seat in the back of the room, so she hadn’t exactly been concerned about anyone paying attention to what she was doing. A mistake.

Lil. That was it. Lil and Jonas. From the family of ghost hunters, no less. God, how had she forgotten that? The months immediately following the death of her father had been a messy blur. Arden became obsessed with learning as much as she could about the supernatural, spending all of her free time trying to make her way through the Scribes archives. Getting told off by Lil for having a book about the supernatural out in the open, and kind of confirming that the Ballards weren’t just scamming people out of their money, but maybe actually knew about ghosts, probably should have prompted her to ask more questions. She had scoffed at the idea of ghost hunters before finding out the truth, but after?

She snapped to attention, aware that she had missed something the other had said, but luckily Lil continued speaking, talking about cookies.

“Oh, uh-” She looked at the contents of the case, taking note of the cute, colorful tulip cookies. “Yeah, I’ll take two of those,” she said, sounding a little too distracted. “Sorry, it’s Lil, right? I knew I recognized you from school, it just took me a second to remember.” She offered her a sheepish grin. “I’m Arden; we had a few classes together, and with your brother, too.”

–

Lil could tell that there was something on the other’s mind, but she was also pretty sure that it probably didn’t have anything to do with her. Maybe the tulip cookies reminded her of something else and Lil nodded, pulling on the gloves next to the case as she went for the cookies.

At the sound of her name Lil looked up at the other, a little shock that she seemed to remember her. Usually when people remembered her it wasn’t for anything good. She hadn’t been a bully in school - far from it in her opinion- but she’d always been in fights. Mostly, Lil couldn’t stand a bully and honestly she’d never figured out how to de-escalate a situation. On top of that, she often fell asleep in classes and spent more time reading her own books then doing work. It hadn’t been Lil not wanting to do what the teachers wanted, but her Dad often insisted on her focusing on her exorcism training and she only had so many hours in a day. It had only gotten worse the closer graduation got, but Lil was pretty sure Arden hadn’t ever done anything particularly hurtful. If anything Lil probably should have apologized for telling her off.

“Oh yeah,” Lil said with a bit of awkward stutter trying to smile still, “I thought it might be you, but I’ll be honest I’ve gotten faces and names wrong before. I also figured not a lot of people would have recognized me after all this time. Jonas and I just got back in town, if you wanted to say hi to him.” It was almost natural for Lil to say that - always wanting Jonas to have friends even if she felt awkward. Her eyes going back down to the cookies trying not to make it any weirder. “Are you just visiting for the holidays then? Or are you back in town too?”

–

Sensing the woman’s nerves, she tried to give her a reassuring smile. “Oh, no worries, it has been years now, and it wasn’t like we had been especially close back then.” Arden paused, realizing that maybe sounded a little harsh. “Wait, that sounded kinda shitty. Just, you know, wouldn’t blame you for not remembering, is all.”

She hadn’t exactly done anything memorable back then, not that she was a very exciting person now either, but she also hadn’t been quite as sociable back then. Having a job that necessitated a lot of human interaction had helped her become much more comfortable approaching people, even if it still made her a little anxious. Her father’s death had only made her more insular at the time.

“Oh, cool. What brought you two back? If you don’t mind my asking, of course,” she added. People had been asking her that same question, and she hated it, so it was hardly fair to shove upon Lil without at least offering her an out.

“Oh, I mean, sure, if he’s around.” Arden hadn’t been expecting a mini high school reunion when she’d entered the shop, but, hey, why not? Having more friendly faces around town certainly wasn’t a bad thing, and from what she could recall from school, the twins had mostly been nice. That familiar ache of loneliness seeped into her chest at the even faintest thought of friendship.

“Yeah, I also got back kind of recently. I’d been feeling a little homesick, I suppose,” she offered as explanation. It wasn’t entirely false, it just wasn’t the full truth.

–

Lil nodded to the other’s words, knowing well enough she hadn’t been close to most of the people in school. There was a reason it was easy enough for Lil to leave, and most of it was that she had stopped trying by the end. “Ah you’re fine. I know for myself I look a little different from back then. I believe I had my lip piercings in for one.” Lil said trying to make a bit of a joke with a smile, glad that the other hadn’t said something mean and seemed to be trying to make her less nervous.

After all, Mediums in general were generally a bit unsociable by nature. Hearing ghosts and seeing them made it hard a lot of the time to fully be present in society. It didn’t help that ghosts tended to want attention and were desperate to talk to Mediums. Even Lil, who couldn’t hear the ghosts and in a lot of ways was able to ignore them when needed, was still stereotypically odd. If it was nature or nurture Lil didn’t really know, but she understood that it was always between herself and other humans.

“Some family stuff came up,” Lil said with a shrug and a nonchalance she didn’t feel. After all, she didn’t want to tell everyone and anyone her family members were missing. If someone had them she didn’t want to tip the whole town on the disappearance of one of the biggest exorcist families. “So I’m back in town for a while while we’re figuring some stuff out. I - think I’m probably going to stay around for a while.” After all, Jonas seemed to like the bakery and Lil didn’t think she could be selfish again and ask him to leave it again.

Lil looked up a little to a mirror to see if Jonas was back in the bakery - and didn’t see her brother. “Ah - You might have just missed him.” After all, he wouldn’t have heard the other come in, and he probably was taking a well deserved break. “He’s here most days though, so if you ever stop by again I’m sure he’d love to say hi.”

Lil started packing up the order, carefully creating the small box so the cookies could be placed inside. “ I can understand that. It’s been nice seeing everything even if it’s not the same.” Lil started to ring up the cookies and said, “Did you want anything else? I should have probably asked before I wrapped up the cookies.” She wore a sheepish smile at the thought that she wasn’t actually that good of a cashier.

–

“A shame, I always thought they were kinda badass, not that it makes you any less badass, of course,” Arden grinned. The punk thing wasn’t for her, but she could appreciate it. “I certainly gained some more piercings since then, though it’s just the ears now. I got an eyebrow done in college and my mom was pissed.” She could laugh at the absurdity of it now, but there had been a big argument.

At the mention of a family issue, she sobered up. “Oh, well, I hope everything turns out okay. If you guys ever need anything, I’d be happy to help however I can. I don’t have plans on leaving anytime soon, so I’ll be around.” Lil obviously didn’t want to talk about personal family matters with her, a near stranger, but Arden had dealt with a fair share of with family problems herself. Lil and Jonas did have one another, though, unlike her, the only child. Either way, she didn’t know what they were dealing with, but if there was a way she could help, she was willing.

“Oh,” she wasn’t sure if she should've been relieved by the fact that she wouldn’t have to interact with another person right now or if it would’ve been better to get it all out of the way now, “Well, I will definitely be back at some point, so I’ll catch him eventually– if I don’t run into him around town first.”

“Yeah, it has been kind of nice, but a little weird, too, if I’m being honest. So much has changed, but so much has stayed exactly the same, you know?” She’d been feeling that way about herself a lot these days.

At the other’s question, Arden took another look at the cases, and ultimately added a muffin and a danish to the order. “Okay, that’s it.” She wanted to buy everything, actually, but she was an adult with self-control. Or that’s what she kept repeating to herself, anyway. Until she noticed the pins on the counter and plucked out a bi flag heart pin, which she was legally obligated to buy. “Okay, now that’s actually it,” she grinned.

–

“They ended up clashing with my tongue piercing, if I’m being honest,” Lil said with a laugh. “I had an eyebrow piercing too, it’s why I have this sick slit in my eyebrow. And I get it. My dad really hated all of my piercings, but my mom insisted that he let me do it.” June had at least seen that Lil was a good kid, even if her husband insisted that she wasn’t. Besides, June had wanted Lil to get them done correctly knowing that her youngest daughter would do it anyway.

Lil nodded at the sentiment, knowing that there wasn’t much Arden would be able to do anyway. It wasn’t that Lil thought less of the other, but even if she didn’t have a code she had to follow anymore she at least tried to keep regular humans out of the supernatural world. It wasn’t as harsh as some - she certainly let it be known she was an exorcist - but knowing about ghosts and about the wider supernatural worlds were two different things. One was a fright, and the other could destroy someone. “Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.” It was at least a sign of trust to say that, although she didn’t think the other would notice.

Lil laughed and said, “You’re more likely to catch him here, but he’s out and about a lot. It wouldn’t shock me if you ran into him. He’s got a dog named Blue now, so I’d recommend saying hi more than I normally would.”

At the idea Lil couldn’t help but feel similar. For as much as she had changed on the road, this place had seemingly reminded herself of being younger and helpless. She didn’t like being back in this town, and she didn’t want to stay. At the same time, she didn’t know where else she would feel at home either. In Spite of herself, when she thought of the past there was something warm and homey there - even if she hated the ending. “Yeah I get that feeling. Time moves wonky here doesn’t it?” Lil said as she picked up the other baked goods to wrap up.

At grabbing the little pin Lil smiled slightly and rang up the new order hitting the family and friend discount button without the other realizing. “That’ll be your total then. It was nice seeing you.”

___

Arden grinned. “Fair. That was really cool of your mom, though.” She couldn’t imagine her mother being that supportive, they barely even spoke at this point in her life. Coming back home hadn’t changed that at all, it had merely uncovered the tangled mess of emotions that she had been trying to bury over the past six years.

Instead of a nothing conversation via text twice a year that led to some unpleasant nights, she now had nothing conversations every few weeks when she would inevitably run into her mother at the Scribes Headquarters. And, every time, she would leave feeling shitty and sad and guilty and angry and incredibly empty. At least Leah was usually around.

She pushed that aside, refocusing on Lil as she spoke. Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Right. The offer likely came off rather hollow and insubstantial. This wasn’t her business, stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. The voice in her head was sounding a lot like her mother right now.

She chuckled, brightening at the mention of a dog. “The perks of adulthood! I’ve got a cat now, myself. Blue is a really cute name, though.” It brought to mind the small blue cartoon dog of her childhood. “I’ll be sure to stop and say hi.”

Something seemed to cross over the other woman’s face at the mention of the town– sadness? nostalgia? anger?– but it was gone before Arden could place it. She gave her a wry smile. “I feel like everything’s a bit wonky here.”

Digging her wallet out of her pocket, Arden quickly paid for her baked goods, excitement running through her at the memory of how good the bakery always was. “Likewise,” she smiled. “I hope to see you around, Lil.” She couldn’t help the playful wink that followed.

She meant it; Lil had always seemed nice and unapologetically herself in school, and she appeared to stay the same in those aspects from what little she could glean from this short interaction. Plus, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about the whole ghost hunter thing and what exactly the other knew about their strange town.

…Also, Lil was, like, ridiculously gorgeous. Was there something in the water here that made people so attractive? Because her gay heart could only take so much. Note to self: look into the water treatment facility or something, maybe.

–

Lil laughed slightly thinking of June for a moment. For whatever tore their family up, June had always been a calming presence and kept them from fully crumbling. She missed her mom - and for a second without thinking she touched the locket around her neck she kept hidden before saying, “She’s pretty awesome.”

“Just be warned, Blue’s a big pup and she likes pets so she’ll probably demand them,” Lil said, not worried that Arden would be someone that the dog wouldn’t like. While she hadn’t been close to the other - Arden seemed like a nice person. Someone that Lil could have been friends with if her teenagehood had been less chaotic. She didn’t dwell on that thought though, knowing that regrets weren’t particularly helpful in her life. It didn’t do much for Lil to have wished to have a normal upbringing in a normal little town in Maine, because there wasn’t anything that could have been done about it.

Instead she smiled and said sincerely, “Back at you, Arden.” She still rather hoped the other didn’t see her face turn slightly red at the wink, as she turned her attention back to the book. Maybe Lil could be more sociable this time after all.

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