Pixie Manic Girl, look at me.
Summary: You decided that now you were okay! You have not taken your pills for a few months now; maybe you should, especially since your impulsiveness plus the hyper sexualization start kicking in, and it looks like that caught the attention of some peculiar individuals.
TW: F! Reader, Impulsive! Reader, Reader has mental issues, mentions of mania, mentions of hyper sexualization, tension and a lot of flirting, kind of fluff (iguess), mention of drugs and drinking.
a/n: Okay, first, I have issues myself, so don't come after me for writing this, bc even if I write this, I need to say: DO NOT ROMANTIZE YOUR SYMPTOMS, THEY CAN RUIN YOUR LIFEEE.
Now, after taking that out of my system, I wanted to write this since I have some personal issues and I get a little stuck writing my other work, but this idea popped into my head, and I wanted to take it out of my system, kinda a love letter for myself too lmaoo.
Exactly three months ago, you decided to just not take your pills anymore. You feel completely fine! Actually, you were PERFECT! Never feel better! That's what you would say to your closest friends. Even if they were worried about all your spontaneous ideas that you had at least once at weak, or sometimes even more, or that when you go for drinks you black out, and that happens once at week at least.
Or the worst for them, how you go all flirty with everybody. They HATE that with all their hearts. You can be all funny, laughing, having a good time, and then disappear to be with a stranger, kissing, dancing, all honeymoon vibes like you knew each other since months ago, for the next day listening to how you don't remember anything and how you ghost them.
And it wasn't only that; it was that you could be sober, and at the moment your eyes caught some person that is your type, you would just send them small glances and smiles, and then act as nothing had happened. You weren't sure if your friends had noticed that, but you even liked it when, for a tiny moment, your eyes locked with the eyes of handsome strangers. Like an instant connection to daydream bout all day!
And now you were getting breakfast with your friends in the local diner of your town; you were a little scandalous for not saying that you were bursting with laughter with your friends. That day you only slept two hours and still had a lot of energy; the coffee helped, you said to your friends after they looked at you worried, trying to brush their worries off.
In the middle of your almost-screaming comment towards your friend who was teasing you, you couldn't help but give a quick look at the two handsome men you had just entered the diner with, sitting in front of you. "It wasn't thaaat bad last weekend." You did an exaggerated expression.
Your friend laughed in disbelief at your comment and attitude. "Girl, you killed the bottle of vodka, and it was in there like three more shots! Then you go and kiss the girl by your side!" He explained, his words coming out of his mouth sounding kind of worried.
You laughed, in disbelief that you did that for some reason. "First of all, I don't remember, so it doesn't count-" Your other friend interrupted you just by saying that it doesn't work like that, and you rolled your eyes and ignored her. "Second of all, I remember she was pretty, and she was dancing with me! So in my mind I just think, Why not? And pum! kiss." You explained, like everything was going to make sense after that, and clearly not, because your friends burst out laughing.
But you couldn't avoid it, and now your eyes met for a moment with the dirty-blonde man and the black-haired man who were sitting at the table in front of you, and you smiled, adjusting your hair behind your ear, looking back to your friends.
Your friends just let out a sigh after laughing, just to give you a serious look, "But seriously, you need to take your pills before you start going insane again." And you just start laughing, kind of maniacally, saying that you were perfect and just needed a break, for God's sake! And promise them that the next month you would take them again.
And for Tim and Brian, they were enjoying the view. It was summer, and it was hot as hell at nine in the morning, so you were wearing a white tank top that let them see a peak of your pierced nipples, a baggy pair of jeans that were barely holding on your hips, showing a little of your Victoria's Secret thong from the collection The Shine Strap, in color black, and some cute sandals, and oh your colorful pink bright hair, too bright like it was just done the night before, and maybe it was in a impulsive movement, by listening a little to the conversation. You weren't in your best state of mind, and that was obvious.
While they waited for their food, they noticed that you started to get irritated at the comments of your friends about how impulsive you were acting.
"Okay guys, we can stop talking about my mental state? I'm going to the bathroom, I need to freaking peee." You exclaimed, getting up quickly, and before passing the table of the two men that you were exchanging looks and smiles with for a good ten minutes, you did it again, but moving your hair a little bit to your side since, maybe thinking that the blend of your two perfumes would reach them.
And you weren't wrong. Because that little mischievous and flirty smirk, that little glance you gave them, your perfumes, and how you swayed your hips while walking to the bathroom hypnotized them. And their eyes followed you, turning their head until you entered the bathroom.
Brian let a whistle out, then smiled at Tim, "What ya think about the little Dolly over there, uh? And don't lie to me, I see how you looked at her too, Timmy." He said in a teasing tone, making the other man roll his eyes, but then smiled. "She's a really cute one; sadly, she dudn't take care of her head." And Brian let out a chuckle, nodding. "Yeah, you're right. But maybe she needs someone." Tim gave him a concerned look after hearing that, sipping his coffee so his friend could continue with his crazy theory.
"Look, we know how bad it is to live like that." And before Tim could interrupt him, he continued. "Yes, ain't the same shit, because a weird ass entity followed us. I became kind of conspiratorial towards ya, lost myself a lil bit; you are a schizophrenic." Tim just rolled his eyes while listening to the friendly fire, "but guess what? We escaped that, me and you! We're taking meds, taking care of ourselves, and starting a new life in a new town!" And he hugged Tim by the shoulders, now with a flirty smirk on his face. "Ain't woulda been fun to befriend the manic dolly who could understand us, don' ya think? And maybe help her a lil bit; she maybe needs people who could understand her." And before Tim could respond, your figure appears, hypnotizing them again with your walking, locking their eyes on you until you sit. You looked them directly in the eyes, licking your lips, then smiling at your friends like nothing had happened.
Tim had a smirk on his face, thanking the waitress for bringing their breakfast. "Y'know, Bri? Ya ain't wron'; that's the best idea you've had since yar conspiratorial ass became a stalker who takes meds from your friends." Tim returned the friendly fire he received a moment ago, and the dirty-blonde man just burst laughing, gaining a quick look from you.
You and your friends were ready to go after paying everything, and to your surprise, this time your little flirting that only consisted of looks and smiles wouldn't just stop here in the diner, something that you would daydream about as a what if?
Because the two men were in front of you, not too close to tower over you, but imposing their presence in front of you.
You couldn't avoid it, and your eyes traveled to their full body, noticing how the white T-shirts were kind of tight around their big arms; the black-haired one was wearing black loose-fit jeans and some work boots, while the dirty-blonde was wearing a loose fit jeans colored blue, with similar work boots.
After scanning without saying a word to the two men, you looked at your friends to say that they could wait for you outside, and after making sure that you were okay with that, they left the diner.
The dirty-blonde one smiled, and you admired his gap in his tooth, thinking that it was cute. "Hey, so we're new in town. We were wonderin' if you could give us a little tour, since this town is really small. What'ya think, Dolly?" And the southern accent could almost melt you right there.
But these two handsome men are new in town; even if you grew up here, you knew it wasn't a good idea to just accept an invitation like that. But what was the worst thing that could happen?
"Mmm... I don't know. What if you're serial killers?" You joked with a half-serious tone. And their eyes darkened a little; you noticed it, but then they laughed.
The black-haired one was now smiling at you too. "Nothin' like that, Sugar, I can assure ya that. We came from a little town too, y'know?" He now stepped closer, now towering over you. "We just got bored, ya could say that, and we decided to do a lil road trip, find this town, and we think that it would be nice new, fresh air; it looks pacific, no woods close, more sunny than our home town, but with other beauties around, don'tcha think?" He said, looking you up and down, then letting his heavy look lock in your eyes, and you could feel the blush in your face. Now, for sure, you were feeling like melting right there.
The taller one let an exaggerated gasp out. "Shit, sorry, Dolly. Where are our manners?" He grabbed his friend by the shoulder, stepping closer. Now both of them were towering over you, and you started playing with your hair, nervous, but at the same time feeling excited. "My name is Brian. Brian Thomas." He said, giving you a contagious smile, and you smiled back. "He's right, sorry 'bout that, Sug. My name is Tim Wright."
You gave your name back and continued with a small, flirty talk, feeling the tension between the two men and you, then exchanged phone numbers.
"If you are free at this moment, I could just say goodbye to my friends so I can show you my favorite places in town; we weren't going to do anything until tonight anyway." You explained to them, and they just nodded.
Brian's smile widened. "Well, ain'tcha so welcoming and lovely?" And at the moment you hear that, your face goes all red, but you still give them a flirtatious smile. "Just with the ones who caught my attention." And both men smiled at you.
You proceed to walk towards your friends, explaining the situation, assuring them that you would be alright, and sharing your live location just in case, as your friends said. They can see through the window of the diner how you said goodbye to them, and after everyone goes, you wave your hand so they can go outside with you.
"Sorry for not introducing you to my friends to you guys; I wanted to know you a little bit before that." You explained nervously, not knowing if they would feel uncomfortable and excluded that they didn't meet your friends. But they brushed it off, saying it wasn't a big deal because, first, they wanted to meet you anyway.
"We came in our truck, or you prefer ya car, Sug?" You laughed nervously at Tim's question, explaining that your car was at the mechanic for a little accident that you had. You avoided giving details of how your impulsiveness made you go faster than you should and fuck something in there; didn't care that much anyway to ask. Brian just sighed and made a tch, tch, tch sound with his tongue, "Tomorrow we're going for your car. Anytime that something like that happens, or you need something fixed, call us, 'kay, Dolly?" You just nodded, not knowing what to say at that, since not a lot of people that you have met have offered help to you like that.
Tim opened the back door for you after you assuring them that you had no problem being in the backseat. "You sure are comfortable, Sug? I can send Brian to the backseat; he wouldn' care." He said in a lower tone, almost murmuring, leaning towards you, and you were trapped between him and the backseat. You tucked your hair behind your ear, looking at him with doe eyes and a small smile on your face. "I'm really okay being in the backseat, Tim. No worries that much, okay? In that way, it would be like I am in the middle of both of you." You did a little pause, watching how he licked his lips at the moment he heard the double meaning in your words, and then continued talking. "It would be easier to chat and get to know both of you in the middle of the backseat, y'know?" The black-haired man just nodded, with a smirk on his face. "You have a peculiar way of saying things, Sug. Be careful, because we could get real serious about you."
You looked at him, surprised, not expecting that answer, but then you let a chuckle out, like you just listened to a joke. "Both of you serious about me? Are you love bombing me, Tim?" You asked, half joking, with an eyebrow raised. He didn't laugh, now looking at you more serious. "We would never do that dirty to a beautiful lady." You nodded in silence, surprised at how serious he was. "You just caught our attention, Sug. And we take seriously everything that we have an eye on. Now hop in the car."
You obeyed in silence; you were totally caught off guard by his words. You had just met them, and yet their imposing attitude- how confident they were about getting what they wanted- was scary, not in a bad way, but in the way that you didn't know what would happen after today, and what would become, especially since those two are friends! And in the darkest and greediest part of your mind wasn't thinking just to fuck them; your mind was already fantasizing about both of them being in your life, but how would that be correct? How are they going to be okay with that?
Now your mind was planning how to fuck both of them and ghost them, because that was the best idea. No compromising with anyone, avoiding conflicts, almost perfect!
"Are you okay over there, Dolly?" Brian looked back at you from the front seat, worried, a hand on your knee. "If we were too much, or make you uncom-" You interrupted him with an almost screaming no, feeling your face red; you didn't even notice that they were waiting for your directions from how zoned out you were. So embarrassing.
"I was just thinking! But we can go to the library! I love to just look at the books, read a few pages, but before we could get an iced coffee! That's the best part, oh! And some cookies." Now you were rambling a lot of words at once, getting too excited with that plan, a plan that look that didn't have exactly when or where to start, or exactly when and where to finish it, like a brainstorm session.
Both men looked at each other and sighed with a smile on their faces. They got confused by your brainstorm of ideas, and they wanted to understand you and do what you enjoy in your hometown with you.
"So the cookies and sweet treats are where we buy the coffee, or is somewhere else?" Brian asked, confused by your ramble. You felt your face go red from embarrassment and murmured a little sorry. "No, no, no, Dolly. It's alright; we just want to have enough time to get to do what you like, ain't that right, Tim?" Tim nodded, now looking at you too.
They reassured you that they weren't getting tired of your ramble and your excitement, and that made you feel more comfortable. So you smiled and, between the three of you made a little plan for the day, and already saved spots for another day.
The car started, and the three of you were on your way to the coffee shop and some sweet treats. You saw how Brian took out a camera, and how Tim rolled his eyes and sighed. "You're going to scare her with that, Bri." You looked at them, confused by what Tim said, and he looked at you for a moment from the rearview mirror. "He just enjoys recording and taking pictures a little too much."
The dirty-blonde men looked at him, offended by his judgment of one of his hobbies. "Well, I'm sorry for wanting to record what could be our first date." And after hearing that, you freeze. "You wont'cha be angry if I record you, Dolly? You look so pretty today; it would be sad not having at least something to remember this day."
Your face blushed again, and you lost count of how many times these two men made you flustered. "I wouldn't mind; I would like to see the videos of when we meet in the future!" You said with excitement, and Brian nodded, like he was approving your attitude, now pointing the camera towards you, "Say hi to the camera, Dolly." You let a chuckle out. "Hiiii." Then flew kisses to the camera; Brian blushed at your actions, saying how cute you looked, and then pointed the camera at Tim, who was smiling and agreeing with what his friend said.
And for a moment they forgot the hell that they just escaped; you forgot how mentally ill you were, and the three of you forgot that you just met, like you were always part of their road trips.
You get out of the truck after Brian opened the door for you; you run to the entrance of the local -and kind of seedy bar, actually- posing with both arms extended, like you were showing them the best thing in this town, and for you it was like that, since this bar has seeing you every time you feel that impulsiveness, every time that something in you feel broken.
"Last, but not least important, the local bar where my friends and I drank until some of us got really fucking bad." Brian laughed, recording your presentation of the bar. "I think we're a little old for that, Sug. We prefer some beers and a warm dinner at home." Tim said, and his friend just agreed with the statement, still recording at you, who was now pouting, and Brian zoomed in on your face, mesmerized by how expressive you actually are; it's like your face could express how you feel even before you actually said something, and he found that cute.
"Oooh, come oonnn." You said, drawing out the 'n' more than you should have. "I want to introduce you to my friends now that I'm 100% sure that you're not serial killers. It would be just two hours, pleasee?" You clearly lied, and you looked at Tim with the best doe eyes you could make, since during all day you knew that Brian could easily fold for you.
You wouldn't lie that after they insisted that they wanted to spoil you for your time, you noticed how Tim was more careful; he explained that he for sure would buy you stuff, he said that he would give you anything, but he didn't wanted to you to regret it and feel bad the next day, since you made the mistake of explaining to them how sometimes you do compulsive shopping, and regret it. While Brian, at the moment he sees your curious expression on something he was ready to buy it for you, you had to stop him more times than you could count. And you wouldn't lie to yourself either about how much you enjoy that, how they care about you in their own ways, even if they just met you.
Tim sighs, already knowing that your face, your eyes, and your pouting lips would be his weakness. "Alright, Sug." He walked towards you. "But if you get too drunk, we're going to give you a ride home, alright?" You nodded, swearing that you wouldn't get even tipsy tonight, even if you knew that was another big lie.
The three of you entered the bar. You told Brian to save his camera, and you held both men's hands so it would be easier to walk through the crowd, towards the table that your friends said that they were waiting for you.
"Hellooo." You said to your friends, still holding hands with the men that you just met. "This is Brian Thomas!" You raised your hand that was holding Brian's. "And he is Tim Wright!" Now raising the hand that was holding Tim's.
Your friend laughed at the expressions of both men, since they could not present themselves properly because you kept holding their hands. "Oh my, you're going to scare them if you keep being too touchy." And she started teasing you; she was your confidante, and she already knew that they were your type, but that doesn't mean she didn't worry about your safety.
You said sorry to Tim and Brian, now presenting your two friends. "She is Nikki, and he is Mike, my best friends!" You said with excitement, accepting the drink that Nikki passed to you, saying that it was your favorite one, and explaining that when you told them that you were on your way to them, she ordered it for you. "That's why I love you so much, Nikkiii." And you hugged her, then sat in front of her, which confused her for a moment, but then she saw how you tapped to the two seats at your sides, looking at Tim and Brian, and they just obeyed. No word needed between the three of you.
Nikki and Mike exchanged glances for a second, then got a sip from their drinks for a moment, and just nodded, with a sense of approval, because even if they got worried about how you acted when you were like this, they couldn't help but admire how easy it was for you to connect with people. Not always good people, that's for sure, but they wanted to believe that this wasn't the case.
The chatting was casual, with a lot of jokes between here and there, and a lot of teasing from your friends towards you about the two men sitting at your sides.
You heard someone calling your name; you looked back, "Heey!" You didn't remember his name, but you remembered his face from some random night, probably. Still, you stand up from your seat, feeling how everything around you spins for a moment, and you feel four hands grabbing you, two hands on each side of your waist, and two in each arm. You chuckle; even to catch you, Tim and Brian were coordinated. "Sorry guys, I lost count of how much I drink already. Fuck." You notice how even your friends were worried now, but you didn't care at this moment; you were having fun, and that's what counts, right?
The stranger laughs, saying that you're already a waste, and you just said fuck you in a playful way. "Look what I have." He reached into a little bag from his wallet, and you already knew what was going on. "Last time you went crazy with some of this, so I was thinking of maybe sharing a little with you again." You smiled and looked at the table, just to find disappointed and worried looks in your friends ' faces. So you doubted, and then you looked at Tim's and Brian's faces, and you were sure that if looks could kill, this stranger would be dead already.
"I don't think it's a good idea," Mike said to you, and you sighed, looking back at the stranger. "Look, I'm not doing that shit again, like never. I'm already drunk, and in a few minutes I would be on my way home." You explained, even if you knew you didn't have to.
But it looked like the stranger had other plans. "Really? Last weekend you were more fun; is it because of your two new toys tonight?" He pointed at the two men by your sides. "I want to have fun with you, baby." He got closer to you, invading your personal space.
Tim and Brian were already planning how to get rid of him, but before they could even make a move, they saw you punch him in the face. The stranger was skinny, not too tall, weak for obvious reasons, easy to take care of, easily for you to punch.
But you were angry, shaking, and screamed at him, "I said no, you fucking drug addict." And before you could swing your arm to give him another punch, Tim grabbed you.
He had seen people act like that before; Alex was a good example of that, and you were already exploding with everything that was going on in your mind. "It's okay, Sug. We're here; your friends are here, 'kay?" He hugged you; you hugged him tightly, still angry and shaking. "I said no to him, Tim. I want to fucking kill him for not understanding a fucking no."
He knew that you didn't mean it seriously, but he and Brian would make sure that you would never see him again.
Obviously, the guards take you out of the bar after paying for everything, but before that, you were almost fighting the guards over how unfair it was that they wanted to ban you from the bar for a month for something you didn't provoke, even if you clearly escalated.
Now you, your friends, and the two men who were probably scared of you were outside of the bar, seeing you crying. "I'm sorryw for ruining eevrything." You said between sobs, and Nikki hugged you. "You didn't do it, Babe! He was pushing you. I mean, I do not justify the escalation, but he deserved it, okay? Now he's going to think twice before insisting on another girl again." She couldn't avoid contradicting herself, because her words were honest; she knew that he deserved that punch.
On the other hand, Mike laughs, looking proud of you. "That punch was fucking amazing! I told you that training works. I mean, of course it's not okay to do something like that, but you were pretty cool in there." You couldn't help but laugh at Mike's poor attempt to make you feel less guilty about how messed up the night was.
You look at Tim and Brian, scared that they wouldn't want to be around you after that little breakdown of yours. But you see them smiling.
"Shit, Sug. Aint'cha somethin' else?" Tim said. His words sounded worried, but he didn't want to give you a serious talk right now- maybe tomorrow, when you feel better.
Brian chuckled, "We're worried, but I should agree with Mike that that punch was magnificent for someone drunk like you, Dolly." He teased you, and you laughed, "Staawppp." You begged, not knowing if you should feel embarrassed or flustered from his words.
You started discussing how you would get home, and you explained to your friends that Tim and Brian didn't drink that much since they wanted to give you a safe ride home. But before the discussion continued, they offered a ride to your friends too, which surprised all of them, but they still accepted.
You were sleeping in the backseat; Mike was already dropped off at his house; now the truck was stopped in front of Nikki's.
"Okay, I don't want to look intense, but I share live location with her, and I have access to her security cameras from outside her house for safety reasons, so do not try anything, or I would for sure hunt you." She finished with her threat, getting out of the truck. "And by the way, whatever you try to have with her, just be fucking careful, alright? You seem like good guys; don't make me or Mike think otherwise." They reassured her that they wanted the best for you, even if they had just met you; they wanted to be part of your life. After listening that, she felt less worried, thanked them for the ride, and got inside her house.
They had the directions to your house thanks to Nikki, and the ride was silent for a few minutes.
Brian looked back at you, seeing how peaceful you were sleeping, then seeing your bruises on your knuckles, then he looked at Tim.
"I like her, Tim, and I know you like her too. I think we should meet her more."
Tim let out a sigh. "I just don't want to complicate things more for her; she already has a rough time." The taller one nodded and hummed in agreement. "But y'know that two men could take better care of a lady than just one? It's double care, double attention, double pleasure." Tim rolled his eyes after hearing the comment from his best friend.
But still smiled at the idea; they always had been sharing, it was their thing. They used to do a few threesomes because they always kept being attracted to the same women, but that never grew to an emotional and vulnerable relationship because of the taboo.
Now, after everything they lived, he didn't mind that both of them could date you, could be with you, could cuddle you, could be intimate with you. Fuck, he wanted to think that they had the opportunity of being vulnerable with you.
"We talk with her tomorrow, and see what she thinks," Tim said after stopping the truck in front of your house.
Both men got out of the truck; Brian went to the backseat, where you were resting peacefully.
"Dolly, I don't wanna wake ya up, but I ain't either wanna look through your purse for your keys." He said softly, moving you a little bit, making you grunt. "Just check my bag, Bri. I don't care." And he laughed. "Well, for sure you cannot drink like that if you're goin' to let anyone look through yar purse. You want Tim to carry you to your house?" You could just respond with another grunt to his comment, but nodded. You didn't feel like walking.
Brian moved to the side with your purse in his bag, looking for your keys, while Tim got close to carry you in bridal style towards the door of your house. "You two are sooo handsome, like, SO handsome, and sexy." You said, maybe too drunk to even remember that tomorrow, and Brian just laughed, opening your front door. You were telling Tim where your room was, hugging him tight from the shoulders while he was walking upstairs. "You know? I was scared that you were going to be disappointed that I was crazy crazy, not quirky, funny, silly, crazy type." Some tears start falling from your eyes. "I'm not always like this, I swear." Tim stopped walking, already in front of your bed.
"We are not judgin' you, Sugar." He lay you in the bed, caressing your hair now. "Sometimes there are ups and downs; we understand that. No worries that much in that pretty head of yours, 'kay?" You nodded at Tim's words.
There were a few minutes of silence between the two of you until Brian appeared in front of your room with a first aid box in hand. "I finally found it in the guest bathroom." And you looked at him, confused, asking why they needed that for. "If I don't treat your knuckles, it would be more painful in the morning, Dolly." He explained to you, with patience, and you looked away, embarrassed for forgetting that you hit a man at the bar. "Thank you." You murmured, and Brian just hummed, taking care of your hand.
You felt your chest get tighter, getting emotional about how they take care of you.
"You ready, troublemaker." Brian joked, and you rolled your eyes, laughing. "We're going to our hotel, alright? Anythin' you need, just call us."
"You could stay tonight!" You said a little too fast and louder for your liking. "I mean, I'm really drunk, and you're sober. I think it would be better if you stayed tonight, just in case."
Both of them exchange looks, then nod. "But we're sleeping in the guest room."
And after saying goodnight, they walked towards what they guessed was the guest room. Feeling worried about how you would feel tomorrow.
You woke up, and you feel awful as you expected.
"Fuck, why do I keep doing this every weekend?" You grabbed your head, looking at the night table beside your bed to take your phone, but got with the surprise that you saw a glass of water, a pill for your headache, your medicine, and a note.
We are going for breakfast and coffee, Dolly. Drink this for the moment, and we found your meds in the bathroom when we looked for the headache pills; we think that maybe you wanted to take them.
And your brain short-circuited, and now you had a strange feeling in you. How could a terrible night out, terrible from your own decisions, become this? Not that you would complain, but it was weird in a good way, almost domestic for you and the messy life you started to live since you stopped taking your meds.
But before you get to any conclusion, or take any decision about what your next step should be, you take your pill. You didn't want to fucked up your life more or ruin friendships because of your own desires; you wanted to think clearly. The pill doesn't make magic, but at least you would start to take them again.
But little did you know that you would get a peculiar proposal that morning.
