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theinternetisfulloftrash · 3 years

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AH 🤍 could you do ❛ you can kiss me, you know.❜ with stiles pleaseeeeee?

This sounds so sweet!

I don't know how smutty this will end up being, but I have very little control when I get writing, it just kinda happens. Let's see what goes down, huh?

Author's Note: Malia who? You'd moved in across the street from Stiles and his father in sophomore year, and you could never really put your finger on what was going on with him and his friends, but it hadn't stopped you from falling pretty hard for the chaotic, doe-eyed boy next door ;)

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His Anchor

Was this really happening? Everything felt like it was falling apart. The whole pack was a mess and the last person he expected to make him feel like a fuck up was Scott, but sitting here now, soaked down to his underwear—his windshield smashed to pieces—that was his reality.

It was never easy being ordinary among the extraordinary. Stiles had always tried to contribute what he could, and he'd grown to believe he was valued and useful—more than useful—so it was hard feeling like his best friend didn't seem to understand his sacrifices, how hard it was to feel adequate, how important it was to him to be what everyone needed, what everyone wanted. The pressure was so immense sometimes that he'd lay down to sleep and the sun would come shining in through the windows without him catching a wink. Adderall was a crutch he leaned on so hard it was bound to snap any minute. He felt like he was being held together by a fraying thread.

He was sitting there—water dripping from his sleeves—when his phone vibrated in the seat next to him. The screen lit, displaying your name. Stiles picked it up but didn't answer. He let it ring in his hand until the screen went black. He wasn't sure he was ready to talk to anyone, even you. You were this part of his life that was untainted. You weren't a part of the mess. You were his escape. His anchor. If he answered the phone right now, he'd be blurring the lines.

No one in the pack really knew how close he'd gotten to you. He wanted to protect you from all that. He texted you in the middle of the night after one bullshit werewolf-related catastrophe or another, and you always answered. You were there to slide open your bedroom window and let him in. It was innocent enough in the beginning. Just friends. Just talking. Until one night a couple of weeks ago when he showed up in a torn shirt with a split lip. He tried to explain it away as clumsiness, a lacrosse incident, but you didn't buy it. You'd used a damp cloth to help clean his wound and he'd been so impulsively stupid that he thought that soft way you were looking at him was some kind of invitation, and he'd almost kissed you.

It had been different since then. He'd felt so stupid when he'd seen how shocked you looked, how you'd pulled back. Ever since, he'd avoided talking to you about it, despite the few times you'd tried. He hadn't climbed up the side of your back porch to your window since. But right now—with everything falling apart the way it was—he wished you were here, wished things were different, wished he could tell you who he really was.

His phone rang again. It was you. He wet his lips with his tongue, drumming his fingers against his phone, his forearms resting on the steering wheel. On the last ring, he swiped to answer.

"Hello?" he said, his voice trembling. He shouldn't have answered.

"Stiles?" There was a brief pause. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah..." he lied, looking out through the shattered glass at the flickering streetlight above him, "everything's fine."

There was dead air on the line for a few moments before you spoke again. "Bullshit, Stilinski."

Stiles, pulled in a short breath and gripped the wheel tight in his palms. "It's nothing."

"It's not."

"Can we just drop— Can we just talk about something else?" he pleaded, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"Okay," you quickly agreed. "You wanna talk about that night then?"

"God no!"

"Well..." you paused, "it's gotta be one or the other, because I'm tired of you freezing me out like this."

Stiles flopped back in the driver seat, letting his shoulders relax as he picked at the chapped skin of his lower lip with his teeth.

"Talk to me..."

You had no idea how badly he wanted just that. He wanted to let you in, he just didn't know that if he did he could keep you safe. But he was a master of vaguery at this point, so he'd try to figure out how to explain without spilling the 'creatures of the night live among you' specifics.

"Everything... everything is falling apart..." You were quiet, so he continued. "You ever have those dreams where you lose control of the car you're driving? Like you can't steer it anymore no matter what you do?"

"Uh...I have, yeah."

"Well," Stiles let his head fall back against the headrest, "it feels like that, except I'm awake.... Don't think I could sleep if I wanted to..."

There was a long pause, but he could hear you breathing.

"You there?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm here..."

He knew he'd barely said anything, but even sharing what little he had made him feel a little less compressed, like he was shouldering the weight of one island less than the entire world.

"Where are you?"

"Down by the clinic..."

"The vet clinic? Where Scott works?"

"Mhm," he hummed, scrubbing the toe of his shoe into the floormat.

"I'm coming down there—"

"No. You're not."

"Stiles..." you sighed and he could hear the frustration in it. "Let me help you...please?"

He softly murmured your name, looking down at the keys stuck hanging in the ignition. "I don't...I'm not sure there's anyone that can help me.."

"Can I at least...try?"

God, you had no idea what you were asking for. If you knew everything, all of it—what Beacon Hills really was, who he really was, all the things he'd done, the people he'd hurt...killed—you wouldn't want to be within 50 miles of him. And yet, here you were, offering him grace and kindness that he wasn't sure he deserved.

"Stiles?"

It was selfish and stupid, but everything inside of him ached for comfort. For a break. For just a single damn second to breathe. He reached down and turned the key in the ignition. "I'm coming to you."

•~~○☆○~~•

You were standing at the front door looking out at the street. It was wet and the streetlights glared up from it like the flat of a calm lake. When Stiles pulled into the driveway, you could see Roscoe's shattered windshield.

"What the hell?" You opened the door and stepped out onto the front porch as his headlights went out.

He climbed out of the driver's seat and struggled to get the door closed behind him. "Piece of shit!" he yelled.

"Hey!" you called out, rushing down the stairs.

He slammed the door over and over until it finally latched. "Son of a..." He was looking down at his hand, clenching his fist.

You rushed toward him and grabbed his arm. He was soaked. "Stiles...hey." You squeezed his forearm. "Look at me..."

He turned to you. His features twisted up and tortured. You'd seen him look troubled many times, but this was something new. Whatever it was that had been eating away at him for as long as you'd known him seemed to finally have made its way to his foundation. He was crumbling apart right there in front of you.

"Let's go inside?" you said calmly, leading him toward the house.

He nodded and followed along behind you after you dropped his arm.

When you'd made it up the stairs to your room, he stood just inside the closed door. His clothes were plastered to him, wet from the rain that had only just stopped.

You crossed your room to your closet and pulled out an old oversized Stanford hoodie your father had almost donated to Goodwill and you handed it to him.

"I wish I had more than just a shirt... but..."

"Thanks," he said before he pressed his lips together in a tight, brief smile.

He pulled his thin hoodie up over his body, and the t-shirt beneath rode up a bit along with it, giving you a brief peek at his stomach before you turned away to give him more privacy. When you turned back, he was adjusting the hood of the sweater.

"Where...uh..." He was holding his wet clothes in his hand.

"Here, let me..." you reached out and took them and walked across the room to the door that led to the adjoining bathroom. You hung them over the top of the glass shower and then grabbed a towel from the bar.

When you walked back into your bedroom, Stiles was staring out the window, leaning against the frame of it.

"So what happened tonight?" you asked gently. "The Jeep...and you..."

He turned around and you handed him the towel and he scrubbed it through his hair before he draped it over your desk chair and sat down. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't know?"

You smiled weakly and sat down on the bed across from him. "Maybe, actually..."

He smiled back before he slouched back in the chair and let his head dangle behind it, staring up at the ceiling. "I don't know what to do anymore..." he muttered, clearly more to himself than anyone.

You didn't interject, instead, you gave him space and time to continue.

"Things with Scott are so fucked up."

"Oh?"

"I think I broke it...what we had..."

"I'm sure that's not true..."

He let out an exasperated huff. "You didn't see the way he looked at me tonight...like I was a stranger to him..." Stiles sat up again and you could see the pain in his eyes.

"Friends fight."

"Not like this."

"Maybe he just needs to cool off?"

Stiles leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Or maybe he needs better friends..."

Those words hurt. Stiles was the best friend you had. He was loyal and kind. Thoughtful and protective to a fault. While you wished he was a little more straightforward and a little less secretive, you never felt that he ever did a single thing with ill-intent. Yet here he was, crushed by the thought that he was somehow inadequate at what you considered to be one of his greatest assets.

"Maybe you shouldn't assume you're the one to blame?" You didn't want to step on toes or stick your nose where it didn't belong, but you couldn't just sit here across from him looking so broken and say nothing.

His lips teased at a smile that never formed before he replied. "What...what would you do to protect someone you love?"

Your breath caught in your lungs and your heart began to beat a little more quickly in your chest.

His hands were clenched together between his knees, his fingers knit together as he waited for your response.

Instinctively, you knew he meant for your family, but you couldn't help imagining what you would do to protect him. Just about anything, you decided.

"Whatever it takes."

His hands relaxed a bit, and he smoothed one palm over the other. "Really?"

You swallowed down your nerves and nodded. "Yes."

He wheeled the chair a bit closer to you. "I— I've..."

"Stiles... you can talk to me..." you inched forward until you were perched on the edge of the matress, "whatever it is..."

"I really can't."

"But—"

"And before you try to change my mind. I really can't." He got up from the chair and ran his hand through his damp hair. "Some secrets aren't mine to tell..."

It crushed you to know something was torturing him the way this clearly was. You knew he kept secrets from you. So many unexplained injuries, sudden absences, hushed conversations that ended right when you arrived. If he hadn't always made you feel so special when you were alone, it would have nagged at you so much more than it did. One thing was clear. The place? Beacon Hills? Wasn't just a town. And Stiles? Wasn't just the cute boy from across the street.

As much as you wanted to push him to let you in on the secrets you knew he was guarding, right now, you just wanted to be of some comfort.

"Whatever happened... Whatever you might have done..." You reached out for him and took his hand and pulled him down next to you on the bed. "I know you, Stiles..."

He turned, folding his leg under the other, bent at the knee.

"You wouldn't have done it unless you had to."

His eyes fluttered, and you could see tears building in their corners. He looked so grateful and utterly broken at the same time. You just wanted to make it stop. Whatever it was that was eating away at him.

"Come here..." you whispered, reaching out for him and pulling him into your arms. You hugged him tightly until you felt his arms encircle your waist and he hugged you back.

The tension in his body slowly eased and you felt him relax into your touch. His hands splayed out across your back and you tried not to let the way it made you feel to be held tight in his arms distract you from your mission. Comfort.

You felt his hold on you weaken and you pulled back. He was looking at you the way he had that night you'd freaked out and ruined what should have been such a special moment. You'd wanted him to kiss you for so long that you practically ached for it every time the two of you were in a room together for the last year. You just didn't have the nerve to tell him how you felt. You'd been keeping secrets of your own.

His breathing was uneven as his gaze met yours. You watched as his eyes flicked across your features and down to your lips.

You swallowed before he looked back up. Maybe if you could be honest, if you could finally let him in, you wouldn't feel like such a hypocrite for always wishing he would do the same. You mustered all the nerve you had to say what you were about to.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

You felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest it was pounding so hard. "You can kiss me, you know?"

His eyes widened and his perfect lips hung open the tiniest bit before he managed a response. "But... you... you stopped me—"

"You just shocked me..." you said, interrupting him. "I panicked..."

"I— I thought you..."

"I know..." you breathed. "I wanted to try to explain, but you just—"

"Avoided you ever since..."

"Yeah..." You pressed your lips together in an awkward smile.

"Wow..." he pressed his tongue into the side of his cheek. "I really am just that stupid, huh?"

You let out a tiny laugh, your cheeks warming with a flush you were sure he could see.

He smiled at you, his hand trembling a bit as he lifted it from the blankets and laid it on your thigh.

You laid your hand over it and smoothed your thumb over his knuckles.

He leaned closer and your nerves kicked into high gear, your breath catching in a little gasp when he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"Is this okay?" he breathed the question against your skin.

You nodded and you felt him smile before his lips brushed past yours so closely you could almost taste them. Then he pressed a kiss to the other cheek.

"What about this?"

"Mhm," you hummed in approval.

His nose traced along your skin until it was tip to tip with your own. "And this?" he whispered before he pressed his lips so gently to yours it felt like you might have made it up.

"Yes..." It was more plea than an answer that you breathed into his soft lips.

The soft sound of satisfaction he made at your admission was proof enough that he'd been waiting for this moment just as long as you had. His hands moved to cup your cheeks as he kissed you the way you'd dreamed he might, only it was better than you could have imagined.

His lips were so soft and skilled as they moved in harmony with yours. He held you to him so tenderly, but there was a desire in his touch that made you feel wanted and desperate. Your kiss deepened when he parted his lips and pulled your lower lip into his mouth.

You let out a soft groan when his teeth grazed over it and you let him in. Let him explore and please you with his tongue as you did the same.

One of his hands held you in place, cupped behind your neck while the other hand slid down your body to your waist. He gripped at the fabric of your shirt and pulled you forward into him.

You took it as a cue, and with only a panted little breath in the tiny space you created between your lips, you got up onto your knees and straddled his hips, your fingers knotting into his hair.

Now he was the one groaning. When your fingernails dragged across the skin on the back of his neck both of his hands dropped to your waist and he gripped your body tightly just above your hips.

His wet pants were soaking through your own. You could feel the effect your kiss was having on him pressing against your thigh, and you smiled into the kiss before you pulled back, your smile widening when he was chasing after your lips.

"What's wrong?" he asked, breathless and flushed. His ears were bright red, and the sides of his cheeks were a soft pink.

"It's nothing... you're just wet..."

He looked down his body, shifting his hips. "Oh. Right..." He clicked his tongue in his mouth.

You knew what you wanted to say, but weren't sure you had the nerve.

"I...uh..." Stiles stammered, his hands still kneading at your waist.

You'd wanted him almost as long as you'd known him, and here he was in your room, on your bed, kissing you, wanting you too. Screw it. "Take them off..."

You felt him tense, his hands finally stilling their movement. "Wait...what?"

You looked down at him and rolled your hips to make your point a little clearer.

"Are...are you serious?" he asked, his eyes as wide as saucers.

You nodded and his bewildered expression turned to one of soft appreciation before he pulled you back in for another incredible kiss.

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maletfsstories · 2 years

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Budget Diversion

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-"Brah this whole thing is bullshit," Thad said angrily while on his phone.

-"Totally dude!" Lance his bro and teammate responded quickly and with the same anger in his voice.

The reason the both of them were so angry was because their University board had suddenly decided out of the bloom that the football team wasn't important anymore, little by little each month the budget previously assigned for the football team shrunk considerably while the budget for the science-oriented faculties grew.

Because of the budget cuts, the team had to use spare old equipment and their experienced celebrity coach had to be let go as the board didn't want to pay his high salary anymore.

To add insult to injury the University board also forced the closure of the largest frat on campus, Delta Zeta Pi (∆ZΠ), they then proceeded to demolish the historic frat house in order to make way for a new scientific research building.

The homeless frat boys were then relocated all over campus. Thad, Lance, and another teammate called Jason were relocated to a dorm that was next to the main science faculty building, meaning that every time they walked through the hallways of the dorm they would bump into hundreds of science nerds of all shapes, sizes, and nationalities.

Things were hard but Thad and Lance tried to keep a cool mind, that was until the board announced that they were going to be cutting all of the lacrosse team's budget, meaning that it would have to be dissolved until "further notice" by the board.

-"I mean dude if that can happen to the lacrosse team it can happen to us right?" Thad said as he walked in circles around his cramped dorm room

-"Your right brah!" Lance responded -"I mean this college was known for its elite sports teams, we put this place on the fucking map and now they want to throw us away like trash!".

-"I know dude but it's all because of those stupid nerds".

-"Totally, I mean all those smart Asians that have started to appear all over campus probably convinced the board to leave us in the gutter" Thad said as he remembered seeing the four-eyed freaks everywhere when walking through campus.

-"Fucking fags, I mean why don't they stay back in China or India, why do they have to come here and ruin the fun for all of us!".

-"Don't know dude but we have to do something, we can't just stay here without doing anything".

-"Im already ahead of you brah, just wait till I get to the dorm and I'll tell you my plan" Lance said as his tone became sinister.

-"Okay brah, see you later" Thad said with a cocky smile as he thought about all of the ways he could abuse the nerds that surrounded him.

-"Sure brah!" Lance finally said as Thad ended the call and jumped into his bed, as he looked at the ceiling he couldn't stop thinking about what was happening, everything he valued in his life was being taken away from him, ever since he was a kid Thad had loved to watch and play football, even the reason why he was studying in one of the best colleges of America was because of football as he had won an athletic scholarship that paid almost all of his tuition.

-"Fucking budget diversion..." Thad whispered to himself -"I wish things could be different".

As those fateful words left Thad's mouth an almost invisible multicolored shimmer started covering his surroundings, because Thad continued looking up towards the roof he didn't notice the formation of said shimmer, furthermore, he didn't even notice that it slowly started changing his belongings and those of his roommate Lance.

The dozens of dirty and smelly clothes on the floor vanished in the blink of an eye, in both Thad's and Lance's closets their dozens of pairs of sleeves shirts designed to perfectly show off their muscles were replaced by some formal button-up shirts, simple yet colorful graphic t-shirts with typically nerdy iconography like that of sci-fi shows and math jokes, and two or more jackets, their shorts became jeans and the dozens of colorful sports shoes they loved to flaunt because of their high cost became simple yet functional oxfords or sneakers.

The four plain walls that made up the dorm were then covered by dozens of posters of different sci-fi shows and movies, the shelves on said walls that were previously covered in sports trophies were now proudly displaying books in every scientific field and some small chess and math competition trophies.

The computer where Thad used to make mediocre assignments and watch porn was replaced by a high-end tech machine that could do any task that was thrown at it, no matter how big the numbers it had to process.

As the changes around Thad continued at a steady pace it was then time for his body to change as well, the first major change that manifested was a sudden decrease in his height from his imposing six feet four to a more compact five feet seven, Thad didn't notice this even though his feet couldn't touch the end of the bed frame like before or that his clothes felt slightly bigger.

Said clothes would become less tight over time as Thad's muscles started to dissolve back into his body, his defined six-pack was the first to go as it sank into an almost flat surface surrounded by a small amount of fat, Thad's hard-earned pecs were next as they also deflated like balloons and disappeared out of sight. Thad's bulging arms were not spared either as his huge biceps and vein-filled forearms deflated as well, leaving behind a pair of useless sticks that couldn't carry any significant amount of weight on their own.

-"What the?" Thad thought as he looked down and for a moment saw that his muscles had disappeared, he quickly blinked and as he did his vision blurred slightly. Which gave the illusion that his large muscles were still there.

-"Must have been my mind playing games" Thad concluded, after all, it had been a long day for him, he had to go to football practice in the morning, go to the gym before lunch and then go to a few tedious classes in the evening, this combined with the fact that he had been to a party last night meant that he had slept only three or four hours -"Maybe I should call it a day..." Thad thought as he got up from his bed and readied himself for the long night to come while still not noticing the changes happening around him and to himself thanks to his blurry vision.

-"Here it is!" Thad mumbled as he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste from his now orderly drawer, he then proceeded to walk towards the small bathroom adjacent to the exit of his dorm room, once inside he washed his mouth with some water and then placed some of the toothpaste onto the toothbrush before proceeding to brush his teeth.

As he brushed each tooth carefully the changes all over his body increased in pace, his previously muscled ass became a well-proportioned bubble butt while his defined legs lost their musculature.

Thad's dick which was his pride and joy lost almost five inches leaving behind a three-inch nub, his giant and fertile balls also shrank with his manhood, and finally, his smaller equipment became covered in a dense forest of black curly hairs.

These hairs then proceeded to grow all over Thad's carefully waxed body, because of this his slightly chubby stomach now had an abundant treasure trail leading towards his flat but hairy chest whose pink nipples were surrounded by smaller black curly hairs.

This sudden hair growth was followed by a subtle change in Thad's skin tone as it went from a tanned white to a dark brown tone, first, it was his feet, then his legs, and then this new brown wave rapidly climbed upwards past his small dick, abdomen and towards his chest were his small nipples increased in size and became even darker.

The wave of brown was then stopped around Thad's neck where his adam's apple shrank giving him a more prepubescent cracking voice.

Up until this point, Thad's face was unchanged but this wouldn't be the case anymore as a messy brown beard grew into place and the previously contained brown wave rushed through his face, by doing so it quickly changed Thad's facial features as seen by his bigger lips, straight but wider nose and softer cheekbones, thus giving him a more South Asian appearance.

The last major changes were those to Thad's eyebrows as they became bushy with black hairs while his blonde buzz cut changed in color to black while also growing into a curly mess. Even Thad's eyes changed in color as his beautiful deep blue irises became black.

As Thad finished brushing his teeth and spat the water out of his mouth, his loose clothes that at this point were dangling from his body changed in order to better fit his new reality, Thad's tank top grew a pair of sleeves and changed in color to grey while a "time travel" graphic motif of a famous show formed on the front. His pair of shorts that seemed to be about to fall to the floor changed into a pair of blue denim skinny jeans that accentuated his behind, the jock underneath said jeans also changed as it became a simple pair of white briefs, finally, Thad's barefoot feet became covered by a pair of old sandals.

-"Shid" Thad said with an accent as he looked up toward the mirror, at this point his vision was so blurry that he couldn't even see anything more than a weird blob of mass reflected by the mirror.

In an almost instinctual manner, Thad's right hand started desperately searching for something on the counter, finally, after a few seconds, it reached the thing it was looking for, a pair of glasses with round lenses that had appeared out of thin air.

-"Dhere dhey arre" Thad said as he placed the glasses on his face like it was the most normal thing for him to do despite the fact that he had never needed to use glasses before.

Once Thad's vision cleared up he pretty much gasped in terror as he finally noticed the extensive changes his body had undergone.

-"Whad happened doo me?" Thad said as he proceeded to gasp gasp again when he noticed that he was speaking with a heavy foreign accent -"Whad happened do me voice!".

Gone was the prime beef of a man that could pick up any girl from the cheerleading team with ease, and in its place was left a skinny Indian nerd.

-"No dis can be happening" Thad said as he ran out of the bathroom and into his changed dorm, everything he owned was either gone or replaced by things only nerds have.

-"No please!" Thad cried as he fell to the floor in defeat, his body, his room, maybe even he as a person was probably erased from reality, replaced by an inferior him.

Thad rummaged through his pockets until he found his student I.D that was previously stored in his shorts, the face in the I.D was the exact same one he had seen in the mirror, instead of Thad Kirkman the card now displayed the name Tanish Kumar, furthermore the faculty the card was registered to changed from the physical sports faculty to the biological sciences faculty.

-"Hoow dis even possible" Thad said as he continued looking at his I.D, maybe it was the wish he made on his bed, maybe it was his harm-filled words when talking to Lance on the phone, either way, he was now stuck with no probability of changing back to his old self.

As Thad stayed on the floor and reflected on his changes, his mind slowly started to be filled with other memories that weren't his own. memories of being born to a middle-class family in the suburbs of New Delhi, memories of dozens of nights of studying that translated into the best grades in his school, memories of not doing any exercise as gaining knowledge and not muscles was his only focus in life, memories of being the loner nerdy kid that was made fun of by the more popular kids at school, and finally more recent memories like that of his temporary stay in the United States.

-"No ged oud of me head" Thad said as he tried to fight back the foreign influence that was taking over his mind. Yet there was no stopping it as Thad now remembered that he got into college not by being the best at football but by being one of the best applicants for an international scholarship program that would pay all of his expenses while abroad.

-"But I'm goot at foodball!" Thad whispered but his changing mind immediately countered this with memories of his bad experiences with sports, he hated p.e. class from pretty much the start of his school life, he now remembered that he would countdown each second of class in wait for the ring of the bell so that he could go to his math or biology class and do more productive things.

Now that he was studying in the states he had been hit hard with the football culture that was almost everywhere around him, this was because he didn't understand the sport at all, not the rules, not the ways of playing it, and certainly not why it was called football when you're supposed to play it with your hands, it was just a stupid game for equally stupid himbos that ran around chasing a ball.

-"No... sdop radionalizing!" Thad shouted as his brain and intellect became much more self-aware, millions of pieces of knowledge were being beamed into his mind with each passing second and slowly but surely they replaced everything that once made up Thad, he wasn't in the football team, he wasn't part of a frat, he wasn't an all American jock, he was just a simple smart hardworking student from abroad doing his best.

-"Tanish al you okey?" A heavily accented voice said behind him.

Thad turned around and looked at where the voice was coming from, a Chinese guy that looked just as nerdy as he was looking down at him with worry from the now wide-open door of his dorm room.

-"Why you in flool?" He said as walked closer to were Thad was.

-"Nodhing I jusd led my I.D fall" Thad said as he got up from the floor.

-"Ale you sule you okey?" The young Chinese man asked as he was now next to Thad.

-"Yes Lin I'm alrighd" Thad suddenly said which worried him even more as he had never met the guy in front of him yet he somehow knew his name.

-"Okey then, you heal the gool news?" Lin asked as he walked past Thad.

-"No whad goot news?" Thad asked as he concluded that Lin was probably once his bro and teammate Lance.

-"See fol youlself" Lin said after turning on Thad's computer and opening their university's main website.

Thad nervously walked towards the computer and sat down on his seat, he then looked at the screen and started reading out loud what he was seeing.

-"Dhe Howard Universidy board is pleaset do announce dhad dhe sdudends Tanish Kumar (Biomedical Engener Sdudend) & Lin Ru (Biomedical Engener Sdudend) have won a grand for dhe realizadion of dheir healdh nano-bod invesdigadion" Thad said and as he finished he felt slightly proud and happy of this achievement.

-"Isn't it gleat?" Lin asked as a huge smile formed on his face.

Thad turned around towards Lin, and for a moment he felt a huge amount of horror, his old bro, now a Chinese guy happy that he was getting a grant for his... Their investigation.

-"Our investigation..." Thad thought as he now remembered that the idea for the project was concocted the week after he had met Lin during orientation week almost a year before.

The more Thad thought about the project the more he lost his will to keep fighting, Lin seemed unfazed by his change, did he even remember who he was previously?

-"Forget it... Your Tanish Kumar, you've always been Tanish" a voice suddenly said inside of Thad's mind -"Think about the project, you're destined to help millions of people thanks to your vast intellect, forget football, football doesn't save lives, your old self lived for himself, you will now live to save others... Forget everything and be happy".

Thad closed his eyes for a fraction of a second as he readied himself to fight against the foreign influence once more but he quickly stopped, Lin was happy, he and Lin now had a better life ahead, and by the looks Lin was giving him, Thad knew that the life he had ahead was to be permanently connected to Lin in both work and love.

-"Why fight anymore, I'm Tanish Kumar, I've always been Tanish Kumar" Thad thought as the last parts of his old self were eliminated from existence and the shimmer that changed him disappeared.

-"My god dhis is gread" Tanish suddenly said with a happy grin of his own.

-"I know light?" Lin said "Appalently some of the budget cuts the boald made to the spolts teams is being used for more glants like ouls, remember Takahashi, he also won a glant for his locket engine ploposal"

-"Really?" Tanish euphorically asked as he got up his chair -"I can'd believe dhis place is finally daking us seriously!".

-"It's just amazing!" Lin said as he jumped and hugged Tanish who quickly responded to the hug.

-"Dis needs a celebradion..." Tanish stated while his face was inches away from Lin's -"Doesn'd it...?"

-"Yes I aglee" Lin said as he came closer and passionately kissed Tanish in his sensual brown lips.

Lin then proceeded to remove Tanish's shirt in a romantic manner while Tanish carefully laid on his bed.

-"I hope youl leady baby" Lin said as he played with Tanish's large brown nipples which made him moan -"Oh I am..." Tanish said as he turned around and by doing so exposing his behind to Lin.

-"Today I eat curry" Lin jokingly said as he proceeded to remove Tanish's jeans and underwear which gave him ample view of his brown hole.

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-"Gosh would you two stop it you Asian fags!" Jason blurted out as he punched the wall, the nerdy asian boyfriends next door seemed like they had been fucking for hours, and because of it he couldn't fall asleep.

Ever since he had moved from his old and now demolished frat house to the nerdy dorm it had become almost impossible to sleep peacefully without hearing moaning all night.

-"Let's hope I don't turn up gay by staying here" Jason whispered as his eyes finally closed while the familiar colorful tones of a magical shimmer formed all over his room.

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Wanted to try something a little different than my usual story subjects, hope you guys like it! 🤭

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#reality change #race change #mental change #solo story #Muscle loss #smarter #gay tf

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[ID: Player character from KHUX. She is fem-presenting with light skin and short blue hair. She is wearing the fem version of Riku's DDD outfit: a sleeveless vest, shorts, and leggings and also has a pink backpack with a lacrosse stick and a black baseball cap. End ID]

Here's an introductory post for my keykid/wol Lyra!

[ID: First, player character from KHUX. She is fem-presenting with light skin and short brown hair. She is wearing a blue plaid skirt and tie and a white long-sleeve shirt along with a pink backpack with a lacrosse stick and a black baseball cap. Second, the same player character now masc-presenting. He is wearing Roxas's outfit with a red checkered bag over one shoulder and black wings on his back. End ID]

Alt looks for Lyra. She's bigender and genderfluid, uses he/she. I generally have her fem-presenting because the hairstyle and hair color I like the best is Aqua's blue hair which is only available for the girl outfits 😭

(also Lyra's eyes are dark brown but for the khux character styles the face I like best has green eyes and I haven't gotten around to editing the images)

Here are some picrews!

[ID: First, full body picrew a chibi style androgynous person with light skin, short blue hair, and earrings. She is sitting down facing left with stars glittering around her face. She is wearing shorts, tights, and a long-sleeved jacket with an aro pin and a bigender pin. The background is light green with a neutral tone circle. Second, Picrew of an androgynous person with light skin, short blue hair, and earrings. She is wearing a jacket over a t-shirt and has faint scars on her face and neck. The background is the aromantic flag with faint stars. End ID]

She's arospec bisexual and in a soft romo/queerplatonic poly relationship with Skuld and Ephemer

(First picrew link. Second picrew link)

[ID: two picrews of an androgynous person with light skin, short blue hair, brown eyes, and earrings. She is wearing armor and has a neutral expression. The background is a swirl of stars. In the second image, she is now wearing a casual jacket over a t-shirt and the same neutral expression. The background is a neutral tone. End ID]

Keyblade war and casual outfit

(Picrew link)

[ID: Picrew of an androgynous person with light skin, short blue hair. She is wearing a varsity jacket over a t-shirt and smiling widely. There are dandelion seeds flying around her head. The background is neutral tone with a blue rectangle. End ID]

Dandelion Lyra. She has very mixed feelings about being a Dandelion bc she declined Ava's orginal offer to flee the war. She considers herself to be Ephemer's Dandelion, not Ava's.

(Picrew link)

[ID: Picrew of an older and younger version of an androgynous person with short blue hair, brown eyes, and earrings. The older is looking down at her younger self with a soft smile while holding an umbrella. The younger child is facing away while smiling brightly and holding a key. There are stars around her head. End ID]

Older and younger Lyra. She became a Keyblade wielder at about 13 years old and fought in the Keyblade war at 15/16ish. After the Keyblade war, time is weird in the datascape and by the end of khux she doesn't actually know how old she is.

(Picrew link)

Her Union is Vulpes (which I have story reasons for not bc of Vulpes popularity). Skuld and Ephemer are Anguis

Lyra's usual Keyblades are Starlight (all-purpose), Counterpoint (magic), Sleeping Lion (speed), and Fenrir (power). After ux/ml era she uses either Starlight or Aubade. I also have a new Keyblade idea for her called Mourning Star, which is a color variant of Aubade that formchanges into dual wield swords and then a double-bladed sword.

(I chose Aubade because 1. its my fav Keyblade, and 2. the name is a song about lovers parting at dawn [very applicable for skulmerayer]. Aubade also symbolizes both the pain of separation and light phenomena, which why I chose the name Mourning Star)

I'll make another post about her as the Warrior of Light later once I have nice screenshots

#lyra aubade #yes her surname is the keyblade name #i chose it for ffxiv bc i like the name and bc i hc lyra was asked her surname; blanked; then blurted out the first thing that came to mind #the irony of wol lyra is that she is so tired of being a keyblade wielder but then named herself after her keyblade #kingdom hearts #player

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lydiahosek · 3 years

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[Image ID: A traditional pencil drawing of Suki and Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender in modern clothing. The frame is split diagonally down the middle. On the left, Suki is shown from the chest up, running and holding a lacrosse stick. She is wearing goggles and a uniform shirt that reads “Kyoshi”. Other players are running in the background. She looks to the side, smiles widely, and winks. On the right, Sokka is shown from the chest up, standing in a crowd, cheering, and holding up a sign that reads “Go Suki!” He is wearing an xkcd t-shirt under an open short-sleeved shirt. /.End ID]

Sukka Week Day 4: Jock!Suki/Nerd!Sokka/College AU

Combining prompts again for College Athlete Suki and #1 Fan Sokka

#sukkaweek #sukka #avatar the last airbender #suki #sokka #atla #lacrosse #xkcd #i wanted to give him the stand back im going to try science shirt #but all that text would have been too distracting #sukkaweek2021 #drawing

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mysterymirrors · 13 days

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Ralph Lauren Oversized Cropped Polo.

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sugarcreekbtq · 1 year

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vineyard Vines Lacrosse Pocket T-Shirt - Size Large.

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chickensarentcheap · 3 years

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Never Gonna Be Alone -Chapter 26

Title: Preparations

Warning: it’s filler. I figured we needed some cute daddy Tyler. lol

Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @alievans007, @miss-smutty, @tragiclyhip

“When you met mumma, you guys were working together, right?”

Addie poses the question as she sits atop the kitchen island; legs swinging back and forth as they dangle over the edge, the heels of silver and gold glitter infused jelly sandals lightly thumping against the wood. She insisted on bringing one of her favourite pairs of shoes from home; arguing that she didn’t care that they were ‘out of season’ and that she would wear what she wants, when she wants, and no one could tell her otherwise. In the end they’d gone perfectly with the new ‘Christmas’ dress she’d picked out Bloomingdales; a vibrant yellow concoction with capped sleeves embellished with strips of lace, a sash around the waist that ties in an enormous bow at the back, and an elaborate tulle skirt several layers thick that shimmers in the light. Forgoing all the burgundy, emerald green, and red dresses that had lined the regular priced racks in favour of an outfit from the leftover and highly discounted summer section. It was a hill Esme hadn't been willing to die on; preferring that Addie showcase both her independence in choosing her own outfit, and being proud of her personal style and preferences. And it suits her; as bright and adorable as her personality with just enough ‘no fucks given’ sprinkled on for good measure.

While tiny and seemingly fragile, she can be extremely assertive and adverse to any form of compromise; tenacious to a fault and digging her heels in and sticking to her guns when she feels she’s one hundred right about her stance. Even if there’s mountains of proof to show that she is, in fact, completely wrong. Someone so stubborn and feisty lingering inside that cute, wee package; able to hold her own while out playing with her older siblings and not afraid to get a bloody nose or a fat lip or a black eye. And not deterred in the slightest when she DOES get injured; right back to what she was doing only hours after getting stitches or a cast removed. Not shying away from climbing trees or splashing in mud puddles or helping muck out the goats stalls while wearing clunky rubber boots paired with a Disney princess dress. Very much like her older sister had been at that age; enjoying being physical and active and playing sports and rough housing one minute, then showcasing her more ‘girly side’ the next. Loving trips to the salon with mummy for manis and pedis; enjoying picking her own shade of polish and then getting to sip orange juice from a champagne glass while getting a facial and her hair trimmed. Collecting dolls along with various rocks and shells and beach glass. Superhero figures taking up residence on her bedroom shelves right alongside stuffies of her favourite animals -koalas, sloths, and kangaroos currently at the top of the list- and snow globes from different parts of the world. Her closet filled with not only frilly dresses and sparkly leggings and colourful sweaters emblazoned with unicorns and french bulldogs and flamingos, but old hand me downs from her brothers; ripped and faded jeans and tattered t-shirts and board shorts.

“Right,” Tyler confirms, as he tends to running a brush through her waist length hair; damp from misting it down with a spray bottle in order to easier part it into sections.

It’s a far cry from his old life; his beaten and busted up hands with their multitude of scars and calluses once used to being soaked in blood and caked with dirt. Large and weathered with misshapen knuckles, they’d long ago gotten accustomed to hard, manual labour and the brutality that he’d had to inflict on others; fists that pummelled bodies and faces and fingers that pulled triggers and wrapped around throats and choked the life out of combatants. And while they still get caked in mud from working around the house and they’re still entrusted to load magazines and are capable of taking a gun apart in thirteen seconds flat, they’ve morphed into other uses. Beginning with diapering babies and tending to the impossibly tiny snaps on jumpers, buttons on little sweaters, and zippers on sleepers. Moving on to tying kid sized shoe laces and cleaning and patching up skinned knees and elbows. Advancing to far more difficult hair styling techniques than the simple ponytails he’d began affixing on Millie when she was a toddler; various styles of braids adorned with ribbons, and snapping barrettes and clamping clips into place.

Being a girl dad is unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. The six short years -despite the little time he’d actually been home- he’d spent with Austin had prepared him for raising boys. His son, when healthy, had been extremely active and fearless and full of curiosity and energy; getting as messy and as dirty as possible and loving every second of it. Obsessed with superheroes and sports and always clad in clothing that displayed his favourites; football jerseys and baseball caps and sweats emblazoned with Superman or Batman logos. He had been terrified twelve years ago when the news had come in that Millie was in fact going to be a girl; not only envisioning frilly dresses and a closet full of pink and those ridiculous headbands parents insist on putting on their infants, but thinking back to his own treatment of women. The days when he’d used them for nothing more than sex; random strangers picked up in bars or that he’d meet on the street in whatever city a job sent him to. A failed marriage; putting more of a priority on the military than he did on treating his wife properly. And all he could think about was how having a daughter was somehow a punishment for the bad shit he’d done. A little girl that he’d have to protect from guys like him.

It was hard to get used to; big fingers having to master putting in tiny earrings and tending to impossibly small zippers and buttons , getting comfortable with the amount of pink and purple in their rooms and closets. Eventually graduating into attending tea parties and playing with Barbies and helping make crafts; getting used to paint on his palms and between his fingers and glitter stuck under his nails and in his hair and beard. Determined to be a hands-on father even if its activities are way outside of his comfort zone; gymnastic meets and dance recitals as opposed to lacrosse matches and football games. Being a girl dad isn’t for the weak; having to worry about your little girls’ hearts being broken and if the guys they pick will treat them right and if they themselves will make smart and responsible choices as teenagers. And the hormones; the up and down emotions and the drastic switch from bitchy to overly sensitive. Having a wife go through it once a month is enough. never mind the thought of three other girls. The worry of how he’ll handle not only the emergence of puberty, but if all four female ‘clocks’ decide to sync up. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to handle THAT; all the women in his life going through the cramps and the moodiness and the demands to be coddled and babied one minute and left the fuck alone the next.

“Does that mean mummy beat up and killed bad guys too?”

“No. She never did any of that stuff. That was my job, not hers.”

“What did she do?”

“She tracked down the bad guys. And where they were doing mean things to good people. Then she told me...or guys like me...where they were so we could go and take care of things.”

“So you could go and kill them?”

“You don’t always have to kill people. Sometimes it’s enough to just rough them up a bit.”

“And other times they fight back and try to hurt you and you have to hurt them first?”

“Pretty much.”

“Have you killed a lot of people?”

“Not that many," he lies. It's actually a staggering amount; the death toll -from his hand alone- in Dhaka putting the count well over three hundred.

“How many is ‘not that many'?’”

“I don’t know, Peanut. I’ve never kept track.”

“But you’ve helped more people than you’ve hurt. That’s what mummy said when I asked if it was true. If Tyler was lying when he told me you kill people for a living.”

“That’s a while ago. That you asked mummy that.”

“I was three. That’s a whole two years ago. But sometimes I think about it. Especially when you go away. I think about you having to kill people.”

“And what do you think WHEN you think about that? About what I sometimes have to do?”

“I dunno know,” Addie shrugs, and then lifts the spray bottle clutched in both hands and holds it towards her face; giggling when she pulls the trigger and catches some of the mist in her mouth.

“Does it bother you? When you think about it? That I’ve killed people? That sometimes I still have to?”

“Why would it bother me?”

“Kind of a hard thing to hear, don’t you think? That daddy has to do stuff like that?”

“It’s your job. It’s what you do. You have to hurt people to save other people. And sometimes, if they try and hurt you first, you have to kill them. Because if you didn’t, they might kill you and then you never come home and we never get to see you again. It’s not THAT hard to hear. I’d rather you kill someone and come home than never see you again.”

“You know,” he plucks the spray bottle from her hands and dampens a section of hair. “You’re pretty smart for only five.”

“Smart like mummy.”

He leans in to press a kiss to her cheek. “Cute like her too.”

“Are you going to get in trouble? For killing people?”

“Who would I get in trouble with?”

“God. Isn’t that one of the things we’re not supposed to do? Kill people?”

“How do you know about that? We don’t talk about that stuff at home.”

“I hear things. At school. Some of the older kids talking. Are you? Going to get in trouble? For killing people?”

“Probably,” he admits. “I’m sure I’ll face some kind of judgement for it. When my time comes.”

“But wouldn’t it be okay ‘cause you only kill bad people? That were hurting good people? Wouldn’t that be allowed? And if you had to kill someone so you could come home to us, wouldn’t that be okay too?”

“I don’t know,” he snags a yellow cloth ribbon off the island and begins braiding a section of hair around it. “I’ve never thought that far ahead about things.”

“It would suck if you got in trouble for helping people. That wouldn’t be fair at all. If you got sent to hell for doing stuff like that. I mean, you were doing something GOOD. You weren’t doing something bad. You HAD to kill evil people to help good people. And to make sure you come home to mummy and us kids. I can’t see you getting in trouble for something like THAT.”

“Doesn’t make much sense to me either. But not a lot does anymore.”

“I’ll be really mad if you get in trouble and sent somewhere different than me. I don’t want us to be in two separate places. I want us to be together. All of us. You and mummy and all us kids. I don’t want us to all be separated. Well, maybe Millie could be. Because she’s mean to me. All the time.”

“Millie is going through some stuff. She’s going to be a teenager soon. A lot of drama leading up to THAT.”

“She says I’m annoying. That she used to really like me when I was a baby and couldn’t do anything. But now I can do lots of stuff and I can talk and she says that pisses her off. That I’m a bratty little sister.”

“You are NOT bratty.”

“Right? That’s what I said. She’s bratty if anything. Am I annoying, daddy? Don’t lie. You can tell me the truth.”

“You are not annoying. If anyone is annoying, it’s Millie.”

“I said THAT too! But she’s mean. She even threatened to cut my hair off. Shave it. Because I couldn’t find my brush and I borrowed hers and she didn’t like that. So you know what I did? While you were gone?”

“What did you do?”

“I took the tops off two Oreo cookies and I ate the middle and then I put in mayonnaise and I put the tops back on and gave them to Millie. I told her I was being a good little sister and bringing her a snack. And she put a whole one in her mouth! She almost puked!”

He can’t help but chuckle. “You actually did that?”

“Yup. It was awesome. I laughed so hard, I almost peed! But then she started chasing me around the house threatening to kill me. Mummy was screaming at her to lighten up, that it was just a joke. And then she told mummy to shut up and Tyler got mad. REALLY mad. He tackled Millie and grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face into the carpet. Then he put her in a figure four leg lock and made her cry.”

“Millie told your mom to shut up?”

“Oooops…” Addie tilts her head back to look at him, a sheepish smile curving her lips. “....I wasn’t supposed to tell you that part.”

“Who told you not to tell me? Millie?”

The five year old shakes her head.

“TJ?”

Another shake, followed by a tiny “No.”

“Addie…”

“It was mummy! She said not to tell you because you’d get pissed off and you didn’t need to. Because she took care of it right when it happened. Well, Tyler did. He was really, really, REALLY mad. She learned her lesson. I’m sure of it. He made her cry. Lots.”

“Did that happen a lot? Millie getting mouthy with your mom?”

“Not really.”

He stares pointedly down at her.

“A few times,” she reluctantly admits. “She said some things that were really mean. To mummy. And she said the F word once, too. Mixed with the B word.”

“She said that ? To your mom?”

Addie chews nervously on her bottom lip. “Yeah, she called her an f-ing B word.”

“What did mummy do?”

“She didn’t get a chance to do anything. Desi freaked out. And he’s really big and he can be really scary when he wants. Like you. Desi told her that she should never, ever talk to her mum like that. And that you’d be really mad if you found out. And that she’d rather deal with him than you. Which is true. Desi might be bigger than you, but you’re definitely tougher. I mean, he doesn’t kill people for a living. You do.”

“Things were pretty bad, huh? While I was gone.”

“A little. Millie went off the reservation. Big time. She’s lucky she’s even breathing. ‘Cause Tyler was ready to kill her. And I don’t blame him. You’re mad, aren’t you. Are you mad, daddy?”

“A bit.”

“You know how I can tell? That you’re mad? Your neck moves. Right here,” she reaches up to press to fingertips against the side of his throat. “Where the bad guy shot you a long time ago.”

“How did you know about that?”

“Mummy told me. I asked her how you got that scar. She said that a long time ago, her and Ovi were in trouble and you had to get them out of a really bad place. And then you made sure they were safe and sound, but a bad guy shot you. In the neck. And that’s why you have the scar there.”

“Did that scare you? Hearing that?”

“A little, I guess. I mean, you could have died, right?”

“I could have, yeah.”

“And then you and mummy never would have gotten married. And had kids. Millie would be the only one to exist. None of us would. So yeah, that part scared me a bit; that the bad guy could have killed and none of us ever would have been born. Did you kill him?”

“Eventually.”

“Mummy said she stayed with you. After it happened. And that she went back to Australia with you and that’s how she ended up there. It’s where you guys got married. And had Millie and me and Kota and Brookie. That we were the ones born there. So we’re REAL Australians, like you. Everyone else is American.”

“Everyone else WAS American. You’re all Australian now.”

“How does that work?”

“A lot of papers you have to fill out. To become a citizen. But you all are. Mummy and I made sure of it.”

“Is mummy an Australian too?”

“By marriage, yeah.”

“It’s a good thing she married you. You’re a lucky guy, daddy. That someone like mummy fell in love with you.”

“I am,” he confirms. “Very lucky. She’s a pretty good mummy, huh?”

“She’s the best mummy EVER. If we could pick our mummies, I’d pick her. Because she’s nice and she gives good cuddles and kisses and she tells the best silly jokes. And she’s super smart and really cute too. And little! Like me!”

“That’s where you get from. Being so cute and wee. You’re just like your mumma.”

Her eyes sparkle as she smiles broadly up at him; the corners and the bridge of her nose crinkle. “And that’s a good thing, yeah?”

“A very good thing,” Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he brushes the tip of his nose against hers; smiling at the way she throws her head back and giggles.

He’s seen her mother do that exact movement and expression a number of times; excitement while on the rides at Disney World with the kids, when she’s had one too many glasses of wine and even his terrible ‘dad jokes’ are suddenly hilarious, when they’ve been on one of their ‘mommy and daddy’ vacations and she’s gotten up the guts to try something new and exciting; emboldened by his encouragement and forever feeling safe and secure as long as he’s by her side. So much of Esme in the tiny little girl in front of him; tenacious and ferociously intelligent and loving deeply and fearlessly. Knowing the darkness and the horrors that exist in the world but not allowing herself to be tarnished by it; always finding ways to smile and laugh and find the beauty in every day.

“What do you think mummy would have done if she didn’t do the job she did?” Addie inquires, when she finally drops her head back down and he’s able to return to tending her hair.

“I don’t know. Teach? Be a nurse? Maybe a doctor?”

“How would you have met her? If she didn’t do her old job?”

“Maybe I would have met her on the beach. In Australia. Maybe she would have come there on a vacation.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you would have gone to where she used to live. In Chicago.”

“She used to live in Colorado. That’s where she was born and where she grew up. Chicago is a totally different place.”

“She used to live by the mountains. When I was in her tummy, you guys lived on a hobby farm. And you had goats and chickens. Mummy says we still own that house.”

“Yup, we do. We rent it out.”

“Can we go there one day? I’d like to see it. I’d like to see where you guys were living when I was in mummy’s belly. Is that where I was made?”

“We’re pretty sure that’s where it happened. Not many other places it could have been.”

“Maybe we can go and visit. And I can see where I was made. That would be fun. I want to see the mountains.”

“Maybe one day.” He finishes up the first braided pigtail, securing it with an impossibly small elastic before turning his attention to the other section of hair.

“If you met mummy a different way, would you have still liked her? Would you have still fallen in love with her?”

“Yup. Why wouldn’t have I? She still would have been mummy. She still would have been the same person. Still would have been the most beautiful girl ever.”

“Do you think she still would have fallen in love with you?”

“I sure as hell hope so. Would sure suck if she didn’t. Your mumma is pretty special, Peanut. She’s the love of my life. Took me until I was thirty five to meet her.”

“You were married before, though. To Austin's mom. You didn’t love her?”

“I did. But not in the way I love your mum. Your mum? That’s who I want to spend the rest of my life with. Grow really, really, REALLY old with. It’s a whole other kind of love. And you know what? It’s not easy to explain. You just know what you feel.”

“Imagine if things were opposite? If you went to Colorado and met mummy instead of her meeting you in Australia and working with you? And then you would have stayed there; where the snow and the mountains are instead of the beach and the ocean. How come you moved? Why didn’t you guys stay? Where the mountains are?”

“Things changed. We weren’t happy there anymore. We needed to get away. Go back to the place where we were the happiest.”

“In Australia?”

“Yup.”

“That’s where I’m happiest too. I love it there. I love how warm it is; the sun and the sand and the water. I like the sound it makes; listening to it when I’m trying to fall asleep. And I like how the beach feels; between my toes and when I let it run through my fingers. And I love my room and my toys and my school and my friends and all the goats and our pigs and our chickens. And Charlie. I love him the most. I love making him peanut butter sandwiches. I’d miss him the most. If we had to leave. We won’t have to leave will we, daddy?”

“I don’t see why we would have to.”

“I don’t ever want to leave Australia. It’s perfect there. It’s where I was born. And where you were born too. We have that in common. We were BOTH born there.”

“Yeah…” he grins, and presses a kiss to the back of her head. “...we were.”

“I mean, we have other stuff in common too. Because you’re my dad and that means you helped make me so that means half of me is half of you. The other half is from mummy. And we both love surfing. And animals. And Vegemite. I LOVE Vegemite. It’s sooooo good.”

“Speaking of Vegemite, was it you that left the Vegemite and Nutella sandwich for Santa?”

Addie giggles. “Maybe…”

“Why would you ever put the two of those together?”

“Tyler made it for his school lunch once and he let me try a bit and it was really good! So I thought Santa might like to try it. Part American, part Australian.”

“You know, that’s pretty genius. And it worked. I tried a bit and it wasn’t bad.”

“Right?! You wouldn’t think it would work, but it does. Somehow. Kind of like you and mummy.”

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?”

“You and mummy are so different. You’re really tall and big and she’s really short and small. Like, you know how mummy is a morning person? She’s always really cheerful and smiley? And you’re not? You’re moody and miserable. A total grump face! And you don’t like to talk until you’ve had your first coffee. With three shots of espresso in it.”

“You notice all that stuff?”

“I notice everything. Mummy says I’m very observant. And that I have really good instincts. Like you. She says ‘cause my tummy tells me if something is right or wrong. And yours does too. You know how else you and mummy are different?”

“How?”

“Mummy talks to everyone! She’s very talky talky. A chatterbox.”

“Geez,” Tyler grins, and tugs playfully at the completed pigtail. “I wonder who ELSE is a chatterbox?”

“She’s a social butterfly. She makes friends everywhere she goes. People like her. Because she’s so bubbly and cute and she makes peoples hearts feel warm because she’s so nice to them. You’re more serious. You don’t talk a lot. At least not to people you don’t know. People are scared of you sometimes. Because how big you are and because you got all the drawings on you and the scars and stuff. They think you’re mean. ‘Cause of all that.”

“And what do you think?”

“I think you’re just daddy. I KNOW you’re not mean. I KNOW you’re a nice guy. I KNOW you give awesome hugs; your arms are big but they feel nice and they wrap all the way around me! If people really paid attention, they’d see that you’re nice. You have soft eyes. They’re blue and they’re pretty and they’re kind. Especially when you smile and they go all crinkly. If people really gave you a chance, they’d see you’re not scary at all. You’re only like that if you HAVE to be. If bad people are near mummy or us kids.”

“Are you ever scared of me?” It’s a recurring thought; if his children ever pick up on the worry and the tension and the fear that comes with his issues. It’s a feat some days; forcing himself out of bed and putting one foot in front of the other. Wanting nothing more than to stay under the covers and surrender to the exhaustion that comes with doing battle with his own mind every day. But his family is his number one priority, whether it’s a good day or a horrible one. And he’ll ‘fake it until he makes it’ as long as his children and his wife know that they’re loved; provided and cared for and made to feel safe and protected.

“Why would I be? Why would I be scared of my daddy?”

“Well, you know what I do for a living. You know what I’ve had to do to people. Does that scare you?”

“Nope. Because that’s just your job. It’s not who you are. When you come home, you’re just daddy. You take us bike riding and hiking and swimming and surfing. And you help us find rocks and shells and you let me sit on your shoulders when we walk on the beach or go into town. And we take naps. On the hammock. I love our naps on the hammock.”

He smiles. “So do I.”

“Sometimes I get a little worried. When you get upset. Or you and mummy argue. I don’t like when you guys argue. I always worry that you’ll hate each other. That you’ll get a divorce. And then you won’t live with us. It makes me sad when I think about that.”

“You don’t need to be sad, Peanut. That’s never going to happen. I’m never going to go and live somewhere else. I’m going to stay right where I am; with you guys and your mumma. And just because we argue? That doesn’t mean we’re going to hate each other. I could NEVER hate your mum. And I’m pretty sure she’d say the same thing about me. We love each other. Very much. Divorce is NOT something you need to think about. But do I ever scare you? Have I ever?”

“I don’t have a reason to be scared of you. Because you love me. You’d never hurt me. I never worry about that. Not even when you yell and your voice gets REALLY loud. I know you’d never do anything mean to me. Just to bad people. And I’m not a person. I’m a GOOD person.”

“You definitely are. You’re a VERY good person. An amazing little person.”

She smiles. “Like mummy.”

“Just like her. More than even I ever realized.”

******

“Addie…” TJ singsongs as he saunters into the kitchen, both hands tucked behind his back. “...what are you doing?”

“Tyler!” She cheerfully greets, and excitedly waves to him with both hands. Her entire face lighting up at the sight of her second favourite male in the house

She’s become extremely close to her oldest brother during her five years on earth; idolizing him and turning to him for help and comfort when daddy is either caught up with one of the other kids, tending to work related matters, or out of the house -and sometimes even the country- all together. And TJ dotes on her in return. Spoiling her and babying her ever since she was an infant and he was always more than willing to help change her diapers and give her feedings. In awe of how tiny she was and how she’d look up at him with so much adoration. He’s the quintessential older brother; patient and loving and ready to kick anyone’s ass that dares messes with her.

“Look at my dress! It’s the one I picked out when I went shopping for mommy. That I kept a secret. Isn’t it awesome?”

“Awesome just like you. It’s really pretty, Ads. Your favourite colour too!”

“Yup! Mummy bought it for me. She said it’s perfect for me. For my personality. It reminds me of Belle’s dress. From Beauty and the Beast.”

“Looks a little like it, I guess. But you know what? It’s even prettier. And you’re more beautiful than Belle. WAY more beautiful.”

“Really?” she gasps, and a noticeable blush creeps into her cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of her ears. “You really think so?”

“I REALLY think so. Belle has nothing on you. You’re the prettiest princess EVER. Way prettier than ANY of them.”

“Oh goodness!” She clamps both hands over her mouth in embarrassment, then giggles into them. “Like mumma? Just as pretty as her? Mumma is the prettiest EVER.”

“Just a smaller version of her.” TJ leans in close and presses the tip of his nose against hers. “Guess what I have? What you forgot in my room?”

“Adeline!” she cries, when he reveals the item he’d been keeping behind his back. And she snags the doll from him and showers its head and face with kisses as she clutches it tightly to her chest. “Adeline! I’m sorry I forgot you! I didn’t mean to!”

“I kept her safe for you,” TJ says. “So Declan wouldn’t grab her. You know how he likes to get a hold of dolls and torture them. I didn’t want him getting her. She’s way too pretty and I know how much you love her.”

“He’s mean to my dolls! He’s always taking their heads off and putting their arms where their legs should be and crazy shit like that.”

“Hey,” Tyler frowns, and tugs on the half braided pigtail. “What did I say?”

“No bad language. Especially on Christmas Day. I can’t help it though; sometimes it just slips out. If you didn’t swear so much around us kids…”

“That’s it. Throw me under the bus.”

“You swear A LOT, daddy. Especially in the car. When other people don’t drive fast enough or use their blinkers. If mummy knew exactly how much you DO swear around us, she’d be mad. REALLY mad.”

“Your mum has a worse mouth than I do.”

“As if!” Addie scoffs, and he can’t help but smile; easily hearing Esme’s voice and picturing the expression on her face; the corner up her mouth and her nose scrunched up in disgust, eyes slightly narrowed. “Thank you, Tyler!” She curls an arm around her brother’s neck, squeezing as tight as she can. “You’re the best! Thank you for keeping her safe from the Ginger. You’re the best brother EVER! I only trust you with her. And daddy. That’s it. You guys are big and strong and will keep her safe no matter what.”

“What the hell are you wearing?” He addresses his son as the latter moves to the fridge, pausing in the braiding of Addie’s hair to survey TJ’s wardrobe a pair of ill fitting and impossibly baggy jeans, an enormous untucked dress shirt with its sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a loose pink, purple, and grey striped tie.

“Your pants. And one of your shirts.” TJ reaches into the fridge and grabs a carton of chocolate milk and a jug of white. Closing the door with his hip and carrying them to the counter by the sink; pouring a mix of both into a plastic tumblr retrieved from the dish rack and then snagging two straws from the cupboard. “Mum told me to. She said none of my clothes were good enough for Christmas dinner. All my jeans have holes in them and all t-shirts have to do with surfing. We’ve never had to dress up for Christmas dinner before. Why do we have to start now?”

“Your mum’s trying to make things perfect. To avoid drama. With your grandmother.”

“Too late. Grandma brings drama with her. And drops it on everyone else.” He drags a bar stool across the floor and places it in front of his little sister. “Here Ads,” he holds the cup in front of her. “A yellow straw just for you. So you don’t have to share my germs. Let me hold it; so you don’t spill anything on your dress.”

Giving a delighted squeal and a smile of appreciation, she takes a pull from the straw. “I think you look handsome, Tyler. You’re growing up. You’re going to be as big as daddy soon.”

“It’s going to be a while before I’m THAT big. But I’m going to work on it. As soon as I’m allowed, I’m going to lift heavy too and put on ALL kinds of muscle.”

“Then you can go after bad people too. And beat them up and kill them when you have to.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Tyler suggests. “Something tells me mummy might have an issue with that.”

“Why doesn’t mum just tell grandma to get lost?” TJ inquires. “It’s not like they like each other. They never have. They’ve always fought. I remember how they’d get into it at Christmas. When we were still living in Colorado. Grandma would get drunk and she’d pick fights with mum and mum would fight back and cry and then you’d go off on grandma. Is that going to happen this year? ‘Cause it’s been nice and quiet at Christmas. Do we HAVE to listen to grandma's shit?”

“What did I just tell your sister? About the language?”

“She’s five, but she’s right. It IS hard to stop and it does just come out. But do we, dad? Do we really have to put up with her?”

“It’s one night. I think you can manage. If I can grin and bear it, so can you. Suck it up.”

“If she starts in on mum about ANYTHING, I’m going to lose it. That’s my mum. No one talks to my mum like that. I almost taught Jacobi a lesson. For calling mum cute and wanting to ask her out. I’ll teach grandma a lesson too. I’m not afraid of her.”

“If anyone is going to teach her a lesson, it’s going to be me. You stay out of it. Your mum wouldn’t want you getting into it with her. You’re TEN.”

“Doesn’t matter how old I am. That’s MY mum. And no one is going to treat her bad. We’re supposed to protect her, remember? You and I.”

“You’re supposed to be a kid and stay that way as long as you can. I’M supposed to protect your mom. And I think I’ve been pretty damn good at it for the last twelve and a half years. And if your grandma starts? I’ll stop it. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Why does she hate you so much anyway? Is it still the same crap? How she’s pissed because you stole mum away from her family and moved her all the way to Australia? ‘Cause you got her pregnant before you married her?”

Addie scowls. “Who cares? Lots of people have babies and they aren’t married. And so what if mummy didn’t go back home and she stayed with daddy? She’s an adult. She can do what she wants. And she wanted to be with daddy. None of grandma’s business. I’mma tell her that too. If she starts saying mean things about daddy or mummy. I’mma tell her what for.”

“You’re not going to do a thing,” Tyler informs her. “You’re going to leave all the telling off to me, got it?”

“I don’t like her,” Addie says. “She’s not a nice person. She has a mean smile. And her eyes are empty. They don’t sparkle or anything like that. Are you sure that’s mummy’s mummy? Because when mummy smiles, her eyes sparkle. She LOOKS happy. Grandma? She just looks mean.”

“No one likes her,” TJ grumbles. “Best thing we ever did was get away from her. But IS that why, dad? Is that really why she doesn’t like you? Because she still thinks you stole mum and took her all the way to Australia?”

“It’s a few things.”

“I bet it’s the job too. I bet she really has a problem with THAT.”

“Again…” Addie huffs dramatically. “...who cares? So what if daddy kills people? They’re BAD. They deserve it. He helps good people and sometimes when he’s helping them, he has to kill the bad guys. I don’t see a problem with that. If they try and hurt him or kill him, he HAS to kill them first. So he can come home. To us. And mummy. It only makes sense.”

“If Ads can get it, ANYONE can,” TJ says. “She’s only five. What’s grandma? A hundred? If a five year old can get it…”

“Daddy makes the world a better place because he gets rid of the bad people,” Addie continues, as she takes another sip of the drink her brother offers her. “If we had less bad people, everything would be great. There’d be less wars and less people getting hurt and everyone would love one another and be happy. Daddy’s doing a good thing. By sticking up for people. Like you do. At school. You beat up the bullies when you have to. Remember the older kid that tripped me and shoved my face in the mud? Remember him? He’s in grade eight AND you kicked the crap out of me. Because he picked on me.”

“You’re my sister. It’s my job to protect you.”

“And remember that other guy? On the playground by mummy’s store? The one that pulled my hair and told me I was adopted because I’m small and I don’t look like any of you guys. You freaked out on him and made him apologize and scared him away. He’ll cross the street now if he sees you coming.”

“You can’t let bad people get away with doing bad things,” TJ reasons. “If you don’t stop them, they’ll just keep doing bad stuff.”

“Exactly! So it’s a good thing that daddy goes after the bad guys. Grandma needs to learn. And she needs to learn TODAY. You should tell her, Tyler. You should tell her off. You’re not scared of anyone.”

“Not being scared of anyone or anything is not always a good thing,” Tyler informs her. “If you’re not scared, you don’t take a situation or people seriously. That’s when you get hurt. And you know what? No matter how big of a bad ass you think you are? There’s always a bigger one out there somewhere. Believe me. I’ve learned THAT lesson the hard way.”

“The guy who shot you just got a lucky one in,” TJ reasons. “You were already hurt. You weren’t one hundred percent. Some guy had already shot you, hadn’t he? A sniper?”

“What’s a sniper?” Addie inquires. “Is it like Swipper on Dora? Something like him?”

“We don’t need to talk about that,” Tyler says. “You don’t need to know that stuff. Not until you’re older. WAY older.”

“A sniper’s a guy that hides somewhere and shoots you,” TJ replies. “Somewhere where no one sees him. It’s why they’re so dangerous. You don’t even know where they are. They just shoot you. And they kill you before you even know what happened.”

“But daddy didn’t get killed. If a sniper shot daddy, shouldn’t he be dead?”

Combing his hand through her bangs, Tyler tips his daughter’s head back. “What did I just say? About you not needing to know about this stuff?”

“I’m curious now. Tyler said they hide and shoot people and kill them. How come you didn’t die? If a sniper shot you?”

“I guess he didn’t manage to get a good shot in.”

“It was the other guy that almost killed him,” TJ says, and takes a sip of the concoction in his hand. “The one that got him in the neck. That’s when he almost died. Mum saved him.”

“How? How did mummy save daddy? Daddy…” she swivels around in her stool to face him. “...how did mummy save you? Did she shoot the bad guy back?”

“Mum stuck her fingers in his neck,” TJ says. “To stop the bleeding. Or he would have bled to death.”

Addie’s eyes widen. “She DID?”

“When you’re older, MAYBE I’ll tell you more more about it. But for now…” Tyler places his hands on her shoulders and gently turns her back around. “...you don’t need to know this stuff. And you…” he stares pointedly at his son. “...don’t talk about this around her. She doesn’t need to know about this. She’s a baby still.”

“I’m not a baby!” Addie objects. “I’m five! I can almost ride my bike without training wheels. Babies can’t do that.”

“Just don’t, alright?” He addresses TJ. “Don’t talk about this stuff around her. Because she’s going to repeat all of this and she’s going to repeat it to your mum and that won’t end well. For you OR me.”

“It happened though. I mean, it’s part of how you guys met and got together and ended up getting married and stuff. It’s your history. I don’t see why…”

“I said ENOUGH. No more. Not around her. Got it?” He’s on edge; the mere mention of Dhaka and the incidents on the bridge playing straight into the anxiety and the panic he’d felt the night before; when he’d woken up from the nightmare and been on the verge of losing control and had turned to the fentanyl for relief. And it scares him; how easy it had been to not only access the powerful med, but actually take it. He’d encountered no resistance or hesitation; remorse and guilt not setting in until the following morning when he’d woken up and it had been the first thing on his mind. It’s alarming how quick things can return; an addict’s mind and behaviour.

Nodding, TJ holds his hands up in surrender.

“You’re both going to be nice tonight,” he says, and finishes Addie’s final braid. “To grandma. Because your mum is already stressed out enough and we don’t need to make it worse for her. So if the best you can do is smile and nod, just do that. I’m not asking you to kiss her ass. I’m just asking you to be civil. Can you handle that?”

TJ nods.

“You?” He tugs on one of Addie’s pigtails. “Can you do that? Be civil?”

“Do I have to be near her? Or sit on her lap? ‘Cause I draw the line there.”

“You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Just don’t be a little asshole, alright?”

“Me? I’m Mary Freaking Sunshine, remember? That’s what Grandpa Koen calls me.”

“Well then live up to it and be nice to your grandmother. Smile until your face hurts, got it?”

“What do I get out of it?”

He smirks.

“Mummy says to always negotiate. Never settle for the first offer. Can I sleep in the big bed tonight? For being nice to grandma?”

“No.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifts her off the stool; pressing a kiss to her cheek before setting her on the ground.

She turns to face him. Head cocked to the side and one hand clutching her doll, the other planted firmly on her hip. “Can I have ice cream for my bedtime snack?”

"Maybe."

“Maybe isn’t good enough.”

“You ARE just like your mom, aren’t you.”

“I’ll be nice if I can have ice cream for my bedtime snack and you snuggle with me and draw on my back for half an hour. And that’s after FOUR stories.”

“You're bossy, you know that? Two stories.”

“Three. That’s as low as I’ll go.”

“I will give you two stories, ice cream for your snack, and forty five minutes of snuggling and drawing on your back. Instead of half an hour. We got a deal?”

Her eyes narrow as she considers it; nibbling on her bottom lip and swishing her hips back and forth. “You’re good at this.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo, Peanut. I’ve dealt with tougher than you. What do you say?” He offers a hand. “Deal?”

“Deal!” she agrees, his hand easily swallowing hers as they shake on it.

Grinning, he runs a hand over the top of her head and then drops a kiss on her hair. “You really DO have a lot of your mum in you.”

“Great things come in small packages,” Addie reasons, standing on her tiptoes as he leans down and pecks her lips. “Thank you, daddy!” she chirps. “My hair looks beautiful. You always do it perfect.”

“Pretty hard not to when my subject is so cute. Good thing I married your mum, huh? So I could have a kid as cute as you?”

“You really are a lucky man!” she declares and then cheerfully skips out of the room.

“I hope grandma is on her best behaviour,” TJ says, as he finishes the drink in his hand and then slides off the stool and returns it to its place at the island. “Because if she DOES start on mum, it’s going to be a wild night. I really hope she watches her step.”

“My too, kiddo,” Tyler sighs, and reaches out to tousle his son’s hair. “Me too.”

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hillo sexthy legends !! i’m nora and i’ll be writing margo colby n probs sm1 else bcos lets be real, i lack self-control. u can find her pinterest here n some info abt her sexy self below the cut. plot with me on discord ( hot girl midsommar#8664 ) or in my ims !! x o x

* CAMILA MORRONE, CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER | you know MARGO COLBY, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ELEVEN YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to SCRAWNY BY WALLOWS like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BLEACH WHITE SNEAKERS POUNDING ON A GYMNASIUM FLOOR, USING THE SAME BLUNT SCISSORS TO HACK THE SLEEVES OFF AN EXES T-SHIRT THAT YOU USE TO CUT YOUR 3AM FRINGE, A WALNUT-SHAPED ACHE IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH FOR THE PERSON YOU COULD HAVE BEEN thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is AUGUST 8TH, so they’re a LEO, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nora, 25, gmt, she/her )

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bullet point summary of margo.

— born margaret but NOBODY calls her that. its colby, coach or margo, and go to the privileged few. margo grew up in the creek commune n then dropped out of school cos of a teenage pregnancy so she was a bit of a cautionary tale back in’t’day (said tht in my yorkshire accent). she now works for summer camps coaching pee wee soccer and pee wee cheer, as well as helping out her beekeeper dad on his honey farm, which is jst north of abernathy creek, and working at scuba on the off seasons.

— its just her and her dad, and has been for as long as she can recall !! everything she knows about her mum could fit on the back of the weathered passport photo she keeps in her wallet of a stranger who shares her face - her name’s melody, or at least tht was name she used when working as a dancer, she’s from argentina and dropped mag’s dad as soon as someone w more money came along.

— margo’s father is a beekeeper with his own organic honey company. margo and her dad moved to irving in the early 00s, the summer between grade school and middle school, because her dad had heard about the communal living in abernathy creek and wanted to lend his skills there and live off the fatta the land in a very lenny from of mice and men kinda way.

— for a few years of middle school margo was bullied for living with the ‘freaks from the creek’, but when they realised how chill her dad was with underage drinking, margo ‘keg-bringer’ colby soon gained popularity among the more renegade students. every so often, the high school parties would happen at her end of town, occasionally with members of the commune even offering the high schoolers a spiritual experience they’d never forget (often in the form of mushrooms) which meant people tried to stay on her good side. to get an invite to a margo colby party handed you a free pass to make up the most ridiculous shit about the commune you liked and nobody else could say anything, because they’d never been to the creek.

— at school, margo had a lot of ‘behvioural issues’ bcos of undiagnosed adhd, she found it difficult to sit still for hours n write down huge chunks of information n her restlessness was seen as laziness. she was encouraged to do sports, as were most of the kids who weren’t that academically inclined, but she turned out to be pretty hot shit at sprinting, because she grew up surrounded by bee houses and he who runs slowest gets stung, baybeyy!! so yea, in school sports became her LIFE. she was gonna get a sports scholarship to college but ended up dropping out of school in senior year n becoming one of those kids who could have had it all but lost it.

— she had sex with sutter at a house party when she wasnt really ready because it felt like the right thing to do at the time and everybody else was doing it. she’d attended health class, she’d seen the corny videos. she knew about all the statistics, but she also knew that it had never happened to anyone she knew and the pull out method was basically safer than the morning after pill and way less expensive.

— a teenage pregnancy knocked her out of the runnings for prom queen and meant she had to leave school early. she didn’t go to college when her friends did, instead she spent the time interviewing potential foster candidates and eating her weight in lindt chocolate while marathoning love island in her room.

— she had a son, who she passed off to someone else a couple of towns away. it was a closed adoption which seemed like the best idea at the time, but she now wishes she had access to his life.

— after peaking in high school and jumping between jobs for a few years, she got a more permanent role at scuba which she loves with all of her heart and soul, but unfortunately a bar job doesn’t pay the rent.

— she works at summer camps coaching junior soccer and netball on the side. she’s extremely competitive and takes it very personally if her team lose. the kids all call her, coach colby n write her longwinded letters about how they’ll never forget this summer camp before they go back to their suburban picket fence houses n she keeps all the letters in a drawer n takes them out to read when she’s feelin depressed.

— enjoys surfing and worked for a number of years on resorts like mila kunis’ job in forgetting sarah marshall. she went on to work 18-hour days as a stewardess on luxury yachts which is a part of her backstory i added after watching season one of below deck because i guess i really am that fucking impressionable. met most of her surf friends doing tht but said she’d never in her life do it again bcos it was mostly just picking up after rich white ppl for shit pay. she came back to irving n thats when she started doing the summer camp jobs so she could move out of the creek n get her own apartment.

— she never actually finished senior year so she’s currently going to night school at the community college to get through her exams and is trying to save to go to college or open university. she wants to major in criminology. she’s super ambitious but also super adhd so she fluctuates between thinking she can achieve anything to just feeling like a failure n thinkin whats the point

— used to shoplift to feel joy and as an act of resistance to her hippy commune routes, but now sees herself as a reformed, bin-diving freegan (sims 4 eco living can i get a hell yaaaa). also she thinks it’s totally wrong to steal when you have enough money and clearly don’t need to steal to survive, ppl risk imprisonment for basic necessities, so for her to do it for a brief thrill and some new shades felt a bit derogatory

— was raised jewish. became a vegetarian as a child because it seemed, at the time, easier than having to explain which foods she was and wasn’t allowed to eat together, so she just cut out meat entirely. still a vegetarian now and dabbles in veganism, although its become less about not eating certain meats in the milk of their mother and more about her global impact / carbon footprint

— nurses little animals to health in her garden. has a hedgehog name OJ short for orange juice not the other one filthy pig. her and her dad have always been huge animal rights activists and existed on a vegetarian diet. the only one in their house who isn’t vegetarian is their cat, auggie. (short 4 augustus gloop)

— has a lot of stupid ass stick and poke tattoos. there was a phase during her years as a barmaid where she wanted to train as a tattoo artist n would mostly practice on herself or any friends who would let her

— she doesn’t form many long lasting friendships cos she tends to be super excited when she makes a new friend and just see them all the time but then it wears off and she can ghost a bit. she’ll always coming pinging back but she’s not the most predictable or loyal friend, sometimes she’ll sleep in your house every night for a week and then you won’t even get a text from her for a month. her best friends are elderly neighbours and houseless people she meets when volunteering at the foodbank. she thinks they’re more authentic than most of the ‘fake posers’ she meets down the vela pier

— calls herself a butch lesbian but still has sex with men when she wants validation. sexually attracted to some men, especially effeminate men, but only romantically attracted to women. very possessive of the gals in her life.

— stopped giving a shit about getting older or adhering to anyone elses bullshit standards, realised it was all fake p much as soon as she dropped out of school and one by one her friends just stopped texting her

— lives in one of the lofts in port apartments. it’s open plan with rugs and lava lamps everywhere. she has a palette bed. its all very ‘sustainable chic’. like, oh wow, a pallet bed that im supposed to think you made from scratch but i KNOW you got it off ebay because you thought it looked trendy

— constantly says shes poor but still buys clothes from urban outfitters. sus.

— frequently found at fannies flirting with the cute bisexual bartender with a choppy black bob.

general vibe / personality

vibrant, vulgar, self-absorbed, tenacious, veers bewteen apathetic and dogmatic, temperamental, flighty, unreliable, magnetic, charismatic, passive aggressive, likes to play devil’s advocate, takes the moral high ground. estp and a leo

likes: 70s music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy, cowboy chic culture, dc comics, the smell of locker rooms,, deep red lipstick, lacrosse sticks, smoking weed from a bong, dogs, karaoke, pet rats, kate moss, late-night strolls, hawaaiian shirts worn open over a bralette, skinned knees, thai food, picking the apples at the very top of the trees, zip-lining, cigarettes, the idea of pegging but not the practical application of it, decorative lamps, LGBTQ+ pin badges, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

dislikes: girls who call other girls ‘pick me’ girls, woody allen movies, mental mathematics, wealthy children, quentin tarantino, ironing, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, ‘dump him’ feminism, wes anderson films, spoken word poetry nights, college-educated bar staff who act like they’re better than you, indie softbois, the general mentality of cheerleading squads.

aesthetics

orange peel, the smell of bleach, skeleton drawings in the margins of a journal, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, bleach white sneakers pounding on a gymnasium floor, setting dumpsters on fire for the hell of it. a hit flask of vodka decorated with hello kitty stickers, split knuckles, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, a child in an oversize bee keepers suit, scabbed knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

hoo boy this is getting LONG AS FUCK but here are my wanted plots

wanted plots

ok margo’s been in irving since she was like 10. she’s quite a vivacious person?? she dresses completely instinctively without any sense of cohesion so she stands out. a guy once told her she was wearing the ugliest outfit he’d ever seen and he thought that was so cool and brave of her. but anyway where was i going.. she grew up in the abernathy creek so stuck out like a sore thumb,,,, maybe ppl who were super interested in the creek or maybe poked fun at her bcos of it idk.....

b4 she dropped out, margo used 2 b in with the cool kids at school bcos her dad would buy them booze and rarely ask for the money. maybe a fun plot cld b with some of the ‘it girls’ she used to hang around with b4 she got pregnant n dropped out and they all went off to college n stopped texting her.

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! some1 she feels like she knew before irving ???

since margo literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships. fwbs. enemies with benefits. all the angst. all the slow burn mutual pining we hate each other narratives

locals who play sports. margo wld be all over community soccer n take it way too seriously. maybe ppl she plays hockey with. girls who she’s like, weirdly intimate with but its not a thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

she works part time at scuba. i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

she's also a surf instructor and occasionally works as a lifeguard!! gal has like 7 jobs ik but regular swimmers hmu

ppl she coaches at the gym !! she wants to be a personal trainer

i reckon she might have recently started meditating to try and calm down her mind cos its always bustling with thoughts, n i think she’s p interested in buddhism so if anyone’s a buddhist hmu

someone she’s trying to make a zine with on female empowerment and women in film and art, etc. just a very feminist zine.

TLDR: angry sports gay, former high school track prodigy turned drop out, who likes feminist literature, wearing leather jackets over slip dresses, and smudged red lipstick.

this was so long !!! im sorry !! if you’ve read this far have a biscuit, love x

#aaaaaaa #we back boys #irvingintro #hmu for plots bayybeyyy

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