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Overdose'n Tim x Reader

Deviation Actions

YtaaLyf

Published: Jul 10, 2014

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Literature Text

[y/n] = your name

[f/b/f] = favourite breakfast food

[d/h] = dominant hand

Pills and potions
We're overdosing
I'm angry but I still love you

You couldn't believe he was doing this to you. Especially now of all times. Is this what he had been getting when he was leaving? Wasn't he satisfied with life? Well obviously not since you found his stash.

He's gone right now but you'll confront him as soon as he gets home. Holding up one of the many baggie's you found. You inspected the continents. Moving the clear baggie up to your face to get more of a look at them. Silently cursing when some of the pills fell out of the bag. You bent down to try and gather all the escaping pills. There were a couple that were under the bed so you had to lay on your stomach and reach for them. They rolled even further under the bed when your fingertips touched them.

"What are you doing under there [y/n]?" You jumped upon hearing his voice and made an attempted to rub your now bruised nape. Which only brought you more pain. You wiggled your behind and legs successfully escaping the tight squeeze. Standing up and brushing of yourself you grabbed the now floor ridden bag.

"Tim we need to have a talk." Your voice breathed out. Tim eyed the bag cautiously before attempting to grab it from you. You yanked your arm back before he could properly get a grasp on it. Glaring at him you nod your head toward the now raised bag. Gaze softening once you saw the guilt on his face.

"What are these Tim? Why do you have this? This isn't like you." You stated calmly. Tim shifted his gaze back to you before he turned around and started for the front door.

"You know nothing about me and my daily struggles, don't you dare follow me out of this house." He more or less growled at you. He knew he sounded harsh but the less you knew the less danger you were in. He grabbed his keys of the counter along with his cigarettes and his jacket. You ran after him trying to stop him. "Tim wait pl-"STAY HERE" He sneered at you, his eyes dangerously narrowed. There was a pause before he walked out the door, slammed it shut and was gone. You eyes widen with fear, your mouth shut, you've never seen this side of him and this was all new. How naive could you be seriously. Pills forgotten you clenched you fist then put your [d/h] in your mouth to prevent you from hitting something. Your eyes began to fill with angry tears. Look at you now, about to cry because of your own ignorant self. How pathetic.

Pills and potions
We're overdosing
Can't stand it but I still love you

It had been at least five days when Tim had finally returned. You had been sleeping peacefully on the couch with a sy-fy movie playing in the background. Your hair was in your face, shirt rolled up to expose your stomach, and blanket covering one leg while your crocked shorts barely covered the other. Tim watched you sleep from behind the couch for a while til he silently lifted his hand and lovingly brushed some hair from your face and bringing it to rest on your cheek. Smiling when you leaned into his hand. He rubbed his thumb on your cheek enjoying the cool smooth skin to his heated hand. He then grabbed your covers and slipped them up to cover your whole body. Deciding to let you sleep. One last look at you before he headed for your bedroom where he removed his jacket and jeans and slipped into the bed where he went to sleep dreamless.

You woke to a cramp in your neck and the smell of [f/b/f]. You rubbed at your eyes and ran a hand through your hair. With a yawn you got up and walked to the kitchen to find the source of the smell. Only to find no one was there, your [f/b/f] was though. You immediately grabbed it and began to dig in. Moaning at the taste of it. You yelped as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and and nose at your neck. You'll never know how he does that but it always seems to scare you. You swallowed your food and headed for more as you felt his lips touch your neck in a small peck before he dipped his head back down and inhaled your sent once again.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled into your shoulder. You set the plate down and turned around in his arms; he was avoiding your eyes. You grasped his face with a feathery like touch and tilted his face down to look at you. You really hope this big idiot doesn't think that you're going to accept his apology. If he thinks he can just yell at you, up and leave for five days, then come back make you food and hug you as an apology, he must really be stupid.

Pills and potions

We're overdosing
Can't stand it but I still love you

You rub at his cheeks with your thumbs in a small show of affection before reeling your [d/h] back and slapping him as hard you could. His head whipped to the direction you slapped him and his hands immediately were ripped from your form. His hands went to his face to clutch at the bright red hand-mark he was now sporting. His mouth hung upon and his eyes were glazed over with absolute disbelieve. He slowly turned his gaze to you, closed his eyes and mouth while massaging his jaw. As soon as he opened his eyes a shiver of fear ran through you and you were filled with immense anxiety. His entire expression was permeating rage. Eyes flickering with fire and lips pulled back in an animalistic sneer.

'What THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" He roared seething. You may have felt anxious but you weren't going to back down. You crossed your arms and your own eyes hardened with rebuke. "WHY DO YOU THINK I'M SO DENSE TIM ? DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M GOING TO JUST ACCEPT THIS AND EVERYTHING WILL GO BACK TO NORMAL? WELL NO ITS NOT! I'M NOT GOING TO ACCEPT THAT BULLSHIT. YOU WERE GONE FOR FIVE DAYS TIM! FIVE! DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT. YOU HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM HERE AND I WANT TO HELP YOU! I MIGHT NOT KNOW WHAT YOU GO THROUGH BUT THAT GIVES YOU NO EXCUSE FOR YOU TO DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT WHEN I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU. THINKING ABOUT YOU DOING THIS TO YOURSELF AND ME NOT ABLE TO DO ANYTHING, BEING SO IGNORANT ABOUT THIS! I just.... I just love you so much but you act like I don't care that your doing this to yourself." Your body was hunched over as you began to cry, your hands went to cover you face as your shaking form slid to the floor, then wrapping around your knees. Tim's own body starting shaking as he dropped to his knees and crawled over to you. He grabbed your arms wound them around his neck, and set you in his lap so your legs were around his waist. He stared down at your face before gently cupping them back of your head placing your face into his neck and holding it there. He took in a ragged breathe.

"Okay. I'll stop for you." He breathed in your temple. "I love you."

Pills and potions

We're overdosing
Can't stand it but I still love you

Tim had been walking on the sidewalk to your house, he just had to be there one last time. He chuckled at that memory of you. Stopping in front of your house he took a couple deep breathes before taking out his key to your house and walking in. Everything was still in place since the last time he had been here. He quietly shut the front door and made his way through the house. Running a finger on the cover he brought it up to his face and noticed a small layer of dust on it. Rubbing it on his pants he shrugged and continued on to your room. He opened the door and smiled once he seen you. You were deathly since the last time he saw you but he shrugged it off as well. Your sleeping body as still in the bed as he approached you. Your eyes were open but they lacked the life he once cherished. He grasped your hand shivering at how chilling it was. The smile wavering as he held your hand to cup his face. Tears grew in his eyes at an alarming rate almost spilling over. He then noted the letter that was next to your head. Delicately placing your hand back to your side he picked it up and wiped the dust off of it before opening it and reading it.

Hey Tim, its ironic I had to leave this way but know I'm happy about it! I'll finally get to see my mom! I haven't seen you since you broke out of rehab and came to visit me, which was about ten years ago. I never went a day without thinking about you. I tried my hardest to wait for you but the pain was just to much and I miss you. You probably wont even see this but if you do. I love you and thank you for making my life so much worth living. Thank you for telling me about your hallucinations and letting me help you for what time you could deal with it. And don't worry I left some for you just in case you won't be able to go to sleep for a couple of days after getting this. There where your stash used to be. Now I'm going to end the letter here because but can feel it starting to kick in but please don't blame yourself for this.
[y/n]

I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory

I get high off your memory

In due time, we'll be fine

In due time...

Based on the song Pills N Potions by Nicki Minaj. The long awaited story has came

Song/ Lyrics © Nicki Minaj
Tim/Masky © Marble Hornets
Picture © Ashiva-K-I
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Story belongs to me