#anyway i'm going through it with them and might spam them in a minute

[timothyslucy]

they were literally in middle school!!!!! why'd they have to go and do all of that?!??!??!?!!!!?!???!!!!!!! 😩😩

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for cutting off my mentally unstable friend without any explanation whatsoever?

(🧠🌩️ so i can find it)

tw for abuse and cheating mentions

ok typing out that title makes me feel like i might be TA to, like, some degree but just hear me out first.

i (19, f) was in my first semester of college when i met rachel (20). we shared a class and grew to be friends over our shared nerdy interests. i admittedly didn't really like her that much at first and didn't consider her to be that close of a friend. she was really just someone to talk to when class got boring or we had a break or something.

i was actually kinda regretting talking to her at all because i clocked that she was a little unstable almost immediately; she was very quick to anger and constantly talked about fighting people that had ""wronged"" her (which included our professor who she was convinced was out to get her for some reason?? idk why our prof was a really nice lady), constantly trauma dumped without asking (i'm talking like early into our relationship too. first day we met she was ranting about her abusive mother and her childhood trauma and stuff), and always found a way to turn the focus of the conversation about her any time i tried to talk about myself or anything that wasn't our shared interests. the only reason i gave her my number is bc she asked for it and i didn't know how to turn her down without hurting her feelings--i'd been planning on ghosting the second our class ended.

so we continued to talk/text for like a year and (at her insistence) met up for lunch in between class the following semester. i warmed to her a little at this point so it wasn't too bad; at the very least her constant drama gave me something to talk about with my real friends, and like i said i didn't really know how to cut her off in a way that wouldn't start something.

so time goes on and she shuffles through a few boyfriends--all who either cheated on her or were inattentive/verbally abusive. she constantly asked me for advice, which was confusing bc she never listened to it? like she asked me if she should take back her ex who cheated on her 3x and i said "no that sounds like an awful idea" and then she exploded at me and screamed that i could 'go fuck myself' and to 'stay the fuck outta her business bc it's her fucking life and not mine'. but then the minute he (predictably) cheated on her again and dumped her guess who had to sit with her on the phone for 2 hours while she cried? yep. me!

this kinda bullshit continued all the way up to a few months ago. she met a new guy, told me all about how he was "the one" and "he's gonna be different this time" blah blah blah. at this point i genuinely stopped giving a fuck about her and her problems. the only reason i hadn't cut her off was because my other friends loved hearing about her drama secondhand and i admittedly did enjoy making fun of her with them. which i know is kinda shitty but at least she'll never find out about it?

anyways, shit starts to get particularly juicy bc two months into rachel's relationship with this new dude he proposes. and she accepts (?!!) not only that but she informs me (not asks. INFORMS) me that i will be a bridesmaid. and i panicked and just said "uhhh cool i'm so happy for you!!" so this is the point where i decide that i need to end this relationship bc having to attend her wedding is just not something i wanna be apart of and i felt that if i went through with that it would solidify our ''friendship'' in her mind and i'd never be rid of her.

so i stop responding to her texts as frequently and began ducking her calls. didn't have to stop initiating bc i never initiated convos with her in the first place. i'd answer every once in a while bc she would start spamming that she was having ""emergencies!!!"" which. they never were true emergencies; she just wanted to vent about her fiance and his shitty family or something his ex-wife did to piss her off (her fiance was like 20 and divorced twice with three kids. YIKES) and i'd listen until she got tired of talking and ended the call. not once did she ever ask about me btw. at this point she wasn't even to pretend to care about me or my life; i was just her dumping grounds for all her trauma and venting.

i thought she might've got the message that we were done bc she hadn't texted for like a month, but a few days ago i recieved a message that said something like "omg i haven't heard from you in a while, are you okay??" and. i'm not sure if i can put into words the sheer amount of exasperation and annoyance those words filled me with. like i could tell right off the bat it was just a ploy so she could get me talking and then vent and saddle me with all her stupid emotional bullshit. so i blocked her, finally. this shouldn't cause any problems bc she dropped out of school last semester (she was failing so she decided to start her own business).

the thing is, i know that she's mentally not well. she is very erratic and immature, add that to the fact that she's gone through a lot of trauma throughout her life and the end result is a deeply flawed person. at the same time i'm not responsible for her mental health and continuing to play friends with her what i don't even like her in the first place seems disingenuous. but she's got abandonment issues, so me doing this is probably gonna hurt her. although me being honest and saying that i can't stand her and her drama anymore probably wouldn't feel any better.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[mbrainspaz]

Was supposed to have a doctor appointment downtown at a place I was referred to by my primary care doctor (who I'm about done with) but when I arrived they said 'oops we're actually not in network but you can pay us $200 if you still wanna have your appointment'

so I walked out and went to find a beer instead.

Only bright side is I refused to make another login on their stupid app so I didn't have to spend the last week getting spammed with all their 'appointment updates' and 'early sign in' prompts. Healthcare providers have lost their damn minds if they think I'm putting up with more of that. They called me yesterday to complain that I hadn't logged in to their 'patient portal' yet and I just said, 'mmm, but what if I didn't?' They were like, 'uh... um... okay just arrive 30 minutes early.' 'See, I can do that.'

Not that it did me any good. I gave them my insurance info on the phone when I booked the appointment 2 weeks ago and what was the point of even doing that if they were just gonna decide not to tell me I'm 'out of network'? Or is it that they're 'out of network'? Hell if I know.

Finished my beer, went home, and logged on to the stupid insurance site to find a stupid provider that IS 'in network.' Turns out there's only one without a slew of negative reviews. I called their number, got a robot maze, picked a dead end option, it hung up on me. Called again, tried a different path, got a person, she said she was the wrong person, gave me a number for the right people but said they were in a meeting. It was 4pm so I asked when they closed. 5pm. Waited 30 minutes, called the number, "number cannot be completed as dialed," hung up. Went back through the call robot, got their voicemail, voicemail explained that they won't return calls after 4pm. Left one anyway.

Also tried to find a psychologist since I was already suffering anyway and discovered there's only one who's 'in-network' who might be able to help me. Got rerouted to their website, very corporate (hate it), it funneled me into a virtual appointment queue and demanded my credit card info. Tried calling instead, lady on the phone says yeah no a virtual appointment won't work for diagnostic assessment so I have to go in person. Oh, and the location on my insurance site is wrong, it's actually 2 hours away. I say 'thanks I'll keep looking' and hang up.

I'll die, thanks!

[misc-obeyme]

are you okay with me spam reblogging a bunch of your reblogs? im trying to recover silent serenities posts-

Yeah, that's fine, go right ahead!

I'm used to the spam reblogs/likes, a similar thing happens when someone is going through my masterlist. It's all you got 100 likes in twenty minutes and I'm always like what?! (This is an exaggeration but you get the idea.)

Anyway, I don't think I tagged them in any special way so you might have to scroll through a lot, but I did reblog a decent amount of them. A bunch of them likely have the "misc queues" tag, but I can't guarantee that all of them do.

Good luck!

[spyroforlife]

I don't like this.

It's good that AO3 is putting effort toward trying to stop the spam problem, but quite frankly, this isn't the way to do it. I sincerely hope this is a VERY temporary measure that gets rolled back, because as it stands, this will do nothing but hinder people who are genuinely using the site to engage with their favorite fics or to respond to people commenting on their own fics.

People who might want to comment on every single chapter of a multi-chapter, or on multiple one-shots in a row in a series, are now gonna be stopped if it takes them any faster than fifteen minutes to get through each chapter or fic. And depending on word count, that's very much a possibility. It would be incredibly frustrating to go to leave a comment only to get hit with a message to try again, and have to wait fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes when they likely want to keep reading ahead, and then they finally DO get to leave their comment and go to the next part, read it in five or ten minutes, comment again.. and another waiting period.

It would be exhausting. It's tedious. Who wants to spend hours waiting around to be able to leave their comments? Plenty of people are fast readers and fast writers, just wanting to engage with the community, and this makes it feel like they're being punished for that.

And what about the authors themselves? Authors who prefer to bulk reply to their comments before posting another update, and are now being throttled by this new system? At the very least, authors responding to comments on their own fics should be exempt from this, though I don't know how feasible that is to code.

But quite frankly, I don't think any rate limiting needs to be done. I don't know about y'all, but I would much rather get the occasional spam comment I can immediately report and get rid of, than have to wait so long between every single comment and reply. Because if my inbox has say, ten comments sitting in it, and I need about fifteen minutes between each reply, that's 150 minutes. Over two hours. To do something that would otherwise take me like twenty minutes, maybe less depending on how much I'm responding to. That's ridiculous.

All this is gonna do is cause less engagement, as people get frustrated and just don't bother to comment, and authors stop replying to their readers because they just don't have the time to wait around.

I really, sincerely hope this gets changed, because all it's doing is punishing the people who are actually using the site properly and wanting to engage with the fics, and meanwhile these spam accounts (that are likely bots anyway) will just keep posting from multiple different accounts unhindered.

If anything, maybe have some sort of internal system that will ping the staff if a brand new account is leaving several comments all over the place within minutes of each other, and then the staff can investigate it behind the scenes and get rid of the account if it's spam comments, or unflag the account if it's confirmed genuine. Otherwise, just leave it to the users to continue reporting and deleting spam comments as we have been doing.

Again, I'm glad the spam problem is on the radar, but dealing with spammers shouldn't come at the expense of the usability of the site. And those are my thoughts on that.

Comment Rate Limits for Logged-In AO3 Users

In the next few days, #AO3 will begin rate limiting comments from logged-in users to help combat a wave of spam comments: https://otw-news.org/4m69w8dr (We'll let you know when the change is live!)

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[garmjin]

The Grass Grows Over Me

A post-game BG3 Resist!Durge/Spawn!Astarion fanfic set in the Underdark. I'm only doing this once; I don't want to spam people's feeds as I update with new chapters. (Here's the link to Ao3 if you'd rather just go straight there.)

Summary:

She pulls her feelings forward like heartstrings, out of her mouth, trembling and alive. His teeth are stained with blood, her hands drip with it, wonderful and horrible and warm. Happiness should not be theirs, but they reach for it anyway, clasping their fingers around the shape of it. Thousands of lives ended at their hands, thousands more freed, a debt that cannot be balanced; fault and fear bite at their veins, defiance and devotion cauterize the wound. There is a monster in her skin and another in her bed, but that cannot be all they are. Hunger and misery have dogged their steps, but there is more to life, even for the unliving. There has to be a place for them, down there in the dark. There must be. Here, reunited with the freed spawn in the eerie shadow of a subterranean castle, a home might await. But a place is not a home just because it is found; it must be made, and it must be paid for, because nothing in the Underdark comes without a price. What ghosts still linger in its memory, unresting and unforgiving? How do you claim a home when the world has already decided you do not deserve one?

[Preview - Chapter One: Never Bound Nor Ever Chained]

The flailing head of the massive purple worm slams against the ground once, twice, then goes still. Its half-buried body stretches out of the earth, muscles tremoring with its death throes, dead nerves firing dead meat. The Bhaalspawn lands gracefully on its exposed belly, the too-long wings of her too-large wild shape spread for balance. The great owl’s talons streak with fire as she slashes into the quivering meat, a slight bulge where the swallowed victims struggle to break free. While their regeneration would keep them alive in the acidic juices longer than most, even vampire spawn could be digested in a matter of minutes. Besides… ‘slicing’ is one of her favorite things to do. 

The stench of burning carrion wafts past her as she works, each furrow of her talons cauterizing and peeling free layers of flesh and chitin. Hopping to her other leg – wings flapping as she does so – she attacks the weakening spot with precise strokes. The other spawn crowd near the head of the worm’s body, throwing chains and ropes around its armored head to pull it free from its tunnel. Soon enough, she breaks through, and the handful of vampires tumble out with a flood of stomach acid into the relatively fresh Underdark air. 

Satisfied, she takes off, noiselessly perching on a nearby rib of stone to stand watch while the others do their labor. The worm was far too large to do anything but process right where they were. Its blood was already being drained into a legion of bottles, viscous and thick; its chitinous armor could be boiled and used for materials or ground into an adhesive; its toxin was a powerful poison; its various glands, teeth, and organs were useful for alchemical and medicinal ends… The meat, while not as appetizing as one might desire (even before it was rendered bloodless), would still be decent for bartering. Others in the Underdark were hungry enough, and the needs of her people were great. At least, that was the hope; they have only been here a week, and if there is anyone else out here, they are keeping a wary distance.

“Not that I’m complaining, but… why is she down here?” one of the vampires whispered to his companion. She pretended she could not hear. “She’s not… you know. Like us. Aren’t druids supposed to hate vampires?” 

“Apparently not. Shut up and haul.” His intended conversation partner snapped. “If we don’t get it free, the blood will pool and it’ll be a bitch to get out.” 

“I’m just saying.” The first spawn gripped the chain and pulled, grunting as he did so. “She doesn’t talk to anyone but the siblings, and Astarion wouldn’t let anyone approach that tree they holed up in. Even before the magic druid stuff.” 

“And what business is that – hmph – of ours? Way I hear it, she tore into that rat bastard Cazador and left pieces of him – phhh – all over the floor so quick he barely made it to his coffin. Do you – hunh – really want to tempt that?” The corpse of the worm inches out of the soil as the hauling team works. “Don’t be stupid.” 

I’d talk to anyone who wants me to, she muses to herself. She swivels her head as she watches for danger, eyes on the edge of the shadows. But they need time to figure out their new lives without me making things more complicated. 

She closes her eyes and tugs at the telepathic connection with her familiar, Shovel. The quasit’s senses become her own, the creature squatting invisible (and quite bored) in the castle’s run-down barbican. Some of the siblings were there, along with a few spawn knowledgeable about masonry and magical defenses - the doors remained firmly shut, arcane seals flaring whenever someone got too close. Astarion was listening to something that Leon was saying to him, irritation writ plain on his face. She severed the connection, resuming her guard. No progress yet, it seems. 

While the castle town had been in pretty bad shape when they found it, abandoned or worse for what looked like at least a few decades, the castle proper was nearly pristine. Beyond the wear of age, it remained relatively untouched; its gardens were overgrown and wild, its fortifications crumbling and infested, but the walls were smooth and covered in an ivy normally found on the surface. It had two courtyards - one a large and clear field, the other secreted away in a cavern, a pool of crystalline water glowing around its edge and an enormous opalescent-leaf willow at its heart. 

The willow had been hollowed out, but its wood still lived, its dark wood pulsing with faint pearly veins in the dark. From its branches, she could overlook the castle town to the bioluminescent lake beyond. She had been drawn to it, her druidic magic almost forming itself as the tree welcomed her in, molding itself to her wishes. Whether it was because she was a druid, or a wood elf, or because of something else entirely, she did not know: it called to her just the same.

Home. 

It was a concept she, and almost everyone else, was fairly unused to. The vampires were mostly civilians, and only about half of the number that had been freed made it. They might have been freed, but having shelter and a place to call their own did more for lifting their spirits than anything else thus far. Starving, sleeping on piles of moss, wearing rags worn thin from years of neglect, but somewhere they belonged - a community, perhaps, one day... But there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes that hadn’t been there before. 

(Read the rest of the fic on Ao3)

[bebethsas]

rage. *distant screaming*

heeeey, so uh *shaky laughter* does anyone else use Spectrum for their email inbox?

anyway, yeah, I just woke up about an hour ago (thank youuuu, PMS symptoms, making me anemic, sluggish, and *dramatically* tired, therefore making me sleep in 2-3 hours later than normal, and putting me at risk for another lecture about how I'm "getting off-schedule again"), had to re-login, and saw that they completely changed the web design of my inbox.

,,,

...anyway, so I believe that this video perfectly encapsulates the impotent, unhinged, aspie rage I feel right now at the change:

(I hope it's viewable to anyone who sees this post)

...I'm literally SHAKING with rage right now. If I weren't so damn hungry (I woke up hungry, but haven't left my PC b/c I WANT ANSWERS, DAMMIT!! BRING ME THE HEAD OF THE FOOL WHO DECIDED 'hEy lEt'S fUcK aRoUnD wiTh a lAyOuT tHaT iSn'T bRoKeN!' BRING ME HIS TESTICLES--or ovaries--ON A PLATTER SO THAT I MAY TEAR THEM APART WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!)

now, I'm sure that in 24 hours (or minutes) I might feel a bit embarrassed at snapping like this over something that is pretty trivial.

but you know the fuck WHAT??? I'm PMS-ing, as an autistic woman I'm *already* opposed to changes (but ESPECIALLY tiny, *completely* unnecessary ones), I just learned that my beloved car is on its last legs (so now I have to begin the tooth-pullingly stressful and painful job of looking for a new car), I'm struggling to find work so I'm kinda stuck setting up appointments to jump through the right hoops in order to get ACTUAL SUPPORT for my disabilities, for once, AND I'M FUCKING STARVING (nothing fills me up, nothing satisfies me, and then I have to start the process of finding something to eat *all over again* every 5-6 hours)!!!

And I'm also a woman who lives in a ""polite"" neighborhood, so going outside to scream out my rage would just result in someone calling the cops out of concern.

have you ever felt so angry, so full of rage, that you felt like your physical body wasn't an adequate conduit to express that rage? Like, when you try to let those feelings out, your body would be destroyed in the process?? THAT'S the level of rage I feel right now.

now if you'll excuse me, i have to go spam the feedback inbox some more.

TASTE MY WRATH, YOU MOTHERFU--

[keefiswhoiam]

May 21 - 2024 Tuesday

10:24pm

5.5/10

Today I deliberately tried not to think about things too much since I overthink, as discussed with my therapist. Journaling at the end of the day is my designated period to do my thinking and noticing. Also in the shower.

This morning I put away my clean laundry and tore up the boxes I had laying around so I could use them to start fires in the fire pit. I also dumped the last 2 cheerwine's I got my mom for her birthday about 2 years ago. I don't think they go "bad" but they are way past their shelf life. All because mom couldn't remember I had them safely stored over here for her. Over time I've noticed her becoming more forgetful so thats a thing that could be serious, but inevitable. I took a hot and steamy shower and made oatmeal, eggs, and spam for breakfast. I had to speedrun it since I took too long in the shower but that meant I didn't overcook my eggs like usual. They came out perfectly.

For warmups today I sketched cats because I want to make art of an alien cat in anguish due to this song we've heard on stream multiple times. It sounds like a wailing cat in space so we made up a whole scene for it. Then I worked on that comic commission for just about 2 hours on the dot and finished it, putting me ahead a couple of days. Now I can focus on SZ's commission and do it justice. Same with the monthly Venus idea from my special patron.

After stream I did my dishes and planned to workout since I just got my kneebrace in. So I did my situps and got my treadmill out. I was confident at first but after my first attempt at jogging, the pain was already kicking in strong. I had to stop. One side of the handlebar on my treadmill popped out at the base too, this thing is REALLY bad and it has inflated reviews on Amazon due to a special discount you can get if you rate it highly. I wish I had returned it awhile back. I looked up what my knee problem is like and it might be runner's knee which may or may not suck. It might just need more rest, it does feel like an injury but one that needs a long time to heal properly. Doesn't help that I already pushed through the pain so much. I took another hot steamy shower. I turned the lights off and let myself enjoyed physical sensations for awhile. At some point I was hunched over with my hands on the wall with extra hot water running down my arms and down my sides. I enjoyed that.

I made tuna spaghetti for lunch. I tried a slightly different method where I cook the spaghetti normally and then add the tuna and stuff afterwards. I might be onto something but I overcooked the spaghetti this time. I watched a trackmania stream while I cooked and ate which I was really into. I also splurged with a little chocolate pudding cup and snacked on cheetos while I worked.

I had to look up bound pregnant women for reference today. I historically am not a fan of pregnancy visually but today I felt a bit different. I found it appealing that I could knock up the love of my life and tie her up in bondage, consensually of course. It got me a little flustered. Anyways the art request came out okay and then I worked on a pic of DS's horse sona for an hour. I was on and off with how diligently I was working, I started to feel sluggish and unengaged. But I got it done. I only worked about 30 minutes on my pony avatar today, trying to experiment with a different kind of eyes. I sent it to DS for her opinion and she thought it looked too silly which it did. I'm gonna have to keep reaching out because I'm definitely losing my ability to judge it properly given how much Im working on it.

When work was over, I was at a loss for what to do. I spent some time watching more of that trackmania stream and then Elden Ring to wind my brain down. I curled up in my hoodie and just watched for awhile. I got stressed this evening because I wasn't engaged with anything and I also didn't want to default to mental problem solving. Part of me was also waiting for some social engagement despite not communicating my expectations or desires so I knew I couldn't be upset about it but I still sorta wasted my energy just waiting. I did a little bit of private journaling and eventually sort chilled out. DS called me in bed and we did our puzzles. I asked the usual questions I like to know like how her day was and how she's feeling but I didn't have much else to contribute at first. I hate being mentally stuck or burnt out because of how hard it makes it to just talk. The important thing I kept in mind was not to talk about anything too serious or heavy since I'm deliberately trying not to do that. While she passed out I played Minecraft for an hour and made furniture for my first snowman house. I also started the much needed mine.

The first part of today went pretty well but the evening deteriorated as my mental capacity diminished. I did a good job during lunch to actually relax though. I think it's going to take some practice reducing the amount I think about things but I think it'll pay off. I kept in mind what my therapist suggested, making sure I notice when I start to overthink so I can be aware of it. I also took a couple minutes at my worst to practice one of the self exercises. Today's topic was Self and my Costar app said "Be gentle" and and didn't really know what to do about that.

[violet-morrison]

Learning Tekken 3 day 9

I've cleared arcade mode with all characters but Mokujin and feel like I have a decent grasp on most of them.

Nina was alright. I think I like her more than Anna, although that might just be placebo since idk how different they really are. Also took some time to learn at least one branch of her chain throw and then proceeded to use half of it once. Is this how King players feel? 🤔

Eddy was very fun, although I still don't really feel like I understand him very well. That being said, spamming kick buttons carried me through arcade mode VERY quickly. In fact, he was my 2nd fastest arcade clear, only beaten by...

Lei was simply not my character. But I did find like three moves that carried me through arcade in a grand total of like 7 minutes. It was lightning fast. I'll learn more of his kit, if only to drive Gon to the bottom of my usage stats. Fuck that little nerd.

Dr Bosconovitch was a headache and took nearly 50 minutes, but I did get there eventually! Not going to play him anymore since it doesn't seem like he's in the newer games, but once I finally understood the core of his moveset I could start to see the potential. That being said, not being able to block most of the time was ass.

Bryan was... ok? I still don't really get what his gameplan is, but his normals are okay and I learned a handful of strings that do fine damage on their own. I guess I'm still not seeing the synergy in his kit though, like, I'm not sure how you're supposed to lead into these strings so I ended up just fishing for them and getting lucky they connected.

Kuma was pretty miserable. I remember trying to learn them as my second character right after my first arcade mode clear and being like "wow, this character is so much worse than Xiaoyu" and you know what? I was right. Kuma seems pretty dogshit. Slow startup on most normals, some unblockables that are damn near impossible to hit on anyone with a better reaction time than the dead plant in my front lawn, and overall stubby kicks that make my muscle memory for panic options backfire HARD. Not a fan, but the clear did happen.

Julia is pretty involved. She seems almost like a more technical but more rewarding version of Xiaoyu, but without knowledge on how to string together her hit confirms, she's mediocre at best. Not sure how true that is, but that's my gut feeling.

Ogre didn't click with me. Too many options to learn all at once, and just not enough simple options for me to lean on in the learning process. I was actually doing fine up until Heihachi, who I stalled on for probably about 20 minutes. I feel like his gameplan is incompatible with newer players, because he seems to have about a million options to throw out at a moment's notice, but when you only know like 6 moves, he's much less threatening.

True Ogre has the same issue, but with the exception that one of the only moves I knew was a flying fire breath attack that was unblockable and very good at cheesing the AI. It took half the time to beat arcade mode with this form, and ironically most of that time was spent fighting base form Ogre. Still not my character, but the cheese makes him less frustrating to play at least.

My goal now is to play enough with my lesser-used characters to kick Gon to the bottom of my usage leaderboard. So I went back and started with Law, which was pretty uneventful. Next up is Anna. Once I'm done with that, I'll feel comfy enough to try clearing with Mokujin, and then it's time to focus on my serious characters and really hone in on them. Xiaoyu is obviously at the top of that list, but Jack isn't far behind. I also want to give King another shot now that I have a feel for chain throws, but I'm not expecting much there tbh. Once I have characters' movesets mapped out, it'll be time to practice schmovement. Assuming tekken 3 has schmovement anyways, I guess I haven't checked yet.

[pochipop]

Hi! May I request a BNHA character headcanon of them reacting to Y/N getting locked out of her dorm room and coming to them to ask to stay with them for the night? If yes, thank you soooo much!! And I'd love it if you could include Izuku, Bakugo, Tenya, Shinso, Shoji, and Shihai! - 🦑

“ BNHA !! ” 🏷️— LOCKED OUT OF YOUR DORM ROOM.

＃CHARACTERS! —IZUKU, BAKUGO, TENYA, SHINSO, SHOJI, SHIHAI.

＃CONTENT WARNING(S)! — NONE.

＃MASTERLIST! — HERE.

＃ALT ACCOUNTS! — @yyolkchi (spam/sketch posting account!) & @ddollipop (mature fic account!)

𖦹. ━ IZUKU !!

Izuku stares at you in surprise when you knock on his dorm room door late at night. It's a few minutes from curfew, and his first line of thought is that something has gone wrong.

"Y/n?" He tilts his head to one side, "is everything okay?"

Physically, sure, everything is fine, ―nothing life threatening is happening, there's no intense dangers lurking around the corner as far as you know, and no risk is being posed to your life as of now. But a silly mistake of yours has rendered you bedless for the night, and at the risk of looking like an idiot, you've gone to Izuku to seek some refuge from the dorm halls.

Sleeping on the ground outside your room doesn't seem like very much fun.

"More or less," you rub the back of your neck awkwardly, "I just. . . Did something kind of stupid, and I need your help."

"If I can, you know I will!" He assures you, in typical Izuku Midoriya fashion, and you have to keep yourself from grinning, "―but, maybe we should wait until morning to talk about it. I don't want either of us getting in trouble for breaking curfew."

"That's the thing," you fiddle with your thumbs, "I actually um. . . Locked myself out of my dorm room, and I came here to ask if it would be okay to stay with you for the night?"

His emerald eyes widen in surprise. Whatever he'd been expecting you to say, that hadn't been on the long list of possibilities. Not that it's an inherently outlandish request, he just hadn't expected something like that from you.

"Won't we get in trouble for that?" He asks, "―maybe we should just go and tell Mr Aizawa about this, I'm sure he'll be able to help!"

"I thought about that, but I feel bad interrupting his personal life like that. He always looks so tired during the day, it feels wrong to make a fuss over this when I can wait until morning to ask instead," you explain.

"Oh. . . Yeah, that makes sense," Izuku agrees, "but oh! Maybe I can use my quirk to break the lock on your door!"

He holds his fist with a confident smile, and you take a small step back.

"I-I appreciate the offer, really, but that seems like it'd do a lot more harm than good. Plus, the noise would probably send everyone into a panic, especially with everything our class has been through this past month. . ." you trail off.

"Right," he nods, ". . . then, I guess this should be fine. It's not like we're doing anything bad, and we'll go straight to Mr Aizawa in the morning!"

"Straight there, promise!" You nod, and Izuku steps aside so you can enter his dorm.

It's not the first time you've ever been in his room, but it is the first time past curfew, and somehow, that gives it a totally different vibe. You glance around at his massive collection of All Might items, from posters, to action figures, to DVDs. It's odd, of course, but it's endearing to you nonetheless. You recall he was embarrassed and flustered over you seeing it the first time, but now, he seems to have mellowed out almost completely.

"So um. . . How should we do this? I don't have any extra blankets, but it's not very cold tonight, so I could do without one. Thankfully, I've got plenty of pillows, though! If I sleep on the floor, you can keep the blanket on the bed, ―I'd rather not have it get dirty anyway," he rambles a bit.

"No, I'm the one inconveniencing you! I'll take the floor, no worries about that, and I don't mind not having a blanket for the night," you insist.

Izuku frowns.

"That wouldn't make me a very good friend, and I'm sure my mom would scold me for letting any guest sleep on the floor," he tells you.

"It's okay! It's my fault for locking myself out of my room like an idiot," you assure him, "I'm just thankful you're letting me sleep in here with you at all. I can't imagine the way Bakugo would make fun of me if he saw me sleeping in the hall. . ."

Eventually, the two of you reach a conclusion. Neither of you sleep on the floor, ―instead, you share Izuku's bed, but agree to keep your backs turned to one another and not cross the imaginary line drawn down the middle of the mattress. Before drifting off, you thank him again for letting you stay here, and he says goodnight before closing his eyes.

𖦹. ━ BAKUGO !!

Bakugo is annoyed when he opens the door to see you standing there, and you instantly regret coming to him of all people. This was probably a bad choice, you acknowledge, but you'd been hoping he would take some pity on you in a way the rest of the class wouldn't. He's always stood out to you as someone whose actions speak much louder than their words, ―despite how high his volume seems to always be.

"What do you want?" He grumbles, voice hoarse, much gruffer than usual, "don't you know what time it is?"

"I'm sorry for bothering you," you apologize, "I know it's late."

"Not sorry enough to not do it," he says, wearing his irritation on his. . . Arm, you suppose, because he's shirtless at the moment, so there's no sleeve to wear it on.

"Just tell me what you need, or go away and let me go to bed."

He's just as blunt as ever.

"I locked myself out of my dorm room," you tell him, and it comes as no shock to you that he bursts into laughter at your admission.

You stare at the floor as he cackles at your expense. It's funnier to him than you'd expected it to be, but you only have yourself to blame, really. You're the one that came to him, knowing exactly how he is, after all. It's not like you have the right to complain, although he could certainly stand to be less of a dick about this.

"That's hilarious," he says when his laughter finally dies down and his usual scowl returns to his face, "but what exactly do you want me to do about that? Blast the door down for you?"

"N-No!" You quickly shake your head, "that just turns one issue into another. I came here to ask if you'd let me spend the night in your dorm until I can get help from Mr Aizawa in the morning. . ."

This might have been a big mistake, actually. You're kicking yourself for it by the time Bakugo heaves a heavy sigh.

"It's not like I can leave you out here," he says matter-of-factly.

Your eyes widen as he moves to the side to let you in.

"Don't just stand there," he snarls, "get in here before I change my mind."

You do. He rolls his eyes and mumbles "yeah yeah," when you thank him. Stepping over a weight he left sitting in the middle of the floor, you nearly fall over it backwards when he decides to throw a pillow at you from across the room.

"There's a spot on the floor," he points, "now go to sleep. Don't expect any more hospitality."

With no other options, you do as he says. The floor is hard, of course, and your back will probably feel this night for a few days, but it's better than nothing. At least he gave you a pillow. . . Thankfully, after ten minutes of tossing and turning periodically on the floor, he caves and tells you to just get on the bed, insisting that it's only because you're annoying him with the movement. He warns that if you touch him, he'll blast you into another dimension entirely, ―but that's fine. His bed is a lot more comfortable, and he's a lot cuter when he's not screaming. You could almost fall for him.

𖦹. ━ TENYA !!

Tenya is quick to lecture you as soon as he opens his door and sees you standing in the hall.

"Do you know what time it is?" He questions, "we only have a few minutes until curfew, and it's doubtful now that you'll be able to make it all the way back to your own dorm room before then. As the representative of class 1A, I can't allow you to ignore the rules, and―"

"I locked myself out of my room," you interrupt his speech, a hefty blush tinting your cheeks as he silences himself for a few moments and lets your words sink in.

"That. . . Is an unfortunate situation," he replies, tone switching from authoritative to empathetic, "although I'm not sure what to do with that information. It would be inappropriate to interrupt Mr Aizawa at this hour, and opening the door ourselves would more than likely cause a lot of ruckus, which also goes against the rules for the dorms past curfew. . ."

"I know," you tell him, "―which is why I came here, to ask if you'd let me stay the night with you."

Tenya's eyes widen at your request. He blushes, ducking his head in hopes you won't see it, clearing his throat to keep his voice from breaking the next time he speaks.

"I see," he states, and an awkward silence follows.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, "I. . . I probably shouldn't have asked you this, I just didn't know who else to turn to this late."

"No, I assure you, there's no need to apologize, you did the right thing. As the class representative, it's my job to take care of things like this when I'm capable of doing so," he tells you, which eases your nerves a bit.

He thinks for a minute longer before coming to a decision.

"Come in," he concludes, "you can sleep here for the night, and then I'll report everything to Mr Aizawa first thing in the morning. It may be a bit irresponsible of me to allow this, but it would be far crueler to turn you away."

You thank him as you step inside, stifling a giggle at his extensive collection of glasses. He's doing you a solid favor, after all, so now isn't the time to be poking fun at him. Maybe in the future, though.

"How exactly did you manage to lock yourself out of your room, anyway?" He asks as he closes the door behind you.

"I'm not even sure," you admit, "I went outside for a bit to get some air, and when I came back inside, I realized the door had locked behind me, and I didn't have my key on me."

"In the future, I'd suggest carrying your key with you whenever you leave the room in case of circumstances like this," Tenya notes.

"I'll definitely be keeping it with me from here on out, don't worry about that. Lesson learned, I promise," you assure him.

"Well then. . . Should we lie down for the night? Tomorrow morning is likely to be busy for you," he notes.

"And for you," you quip guiltily, "―and I'm sorry in advance."

He brushes it off.

"Don't worry about that, I wake up early every morning. It would be shameful for me to ever turn up to class late."

Unsurprisingly, Tenya is a true gentleman. He makes sure to tell you that he'll stay on one side of the bed, and when he portions his blanket between the two of you, he makes sure you've got more than him. Before handing you a pillow, he fluffs it up. The way he whispers sweet dreams is almost too much for your heart to handle. . . And for a moment, you consider ways to lose your key just to wind up here again in a few days time.

𖦹. ━ SHINSO !!

Shinso's expression is majoritively unreadable when he cracks his door open and spots you standing in the hall outside. Internally, his heart skips a little beat and confusion thrums through his veins, but he's. . . Excited, dare he admit, to see you here so late at night. He suspects you're the only person who'd have enough of a gall to do something like this.

". . . need something?" He inquires, raising an eyebrow.

His voice is as monotone as always, but on the inside, he's a much different person. Almost like a small child, curious and careful.

"Yeah um. . . It's a little embarrassing, but I was hoping you could do me a favor?" You request, and Shinso cocks his head to the side in inquiry.

"A favor?" He asks, "―what kind of favor?"

You're not exactly giving him much to go off of here, although he can sense that you're truthful about the fact that it's embarrassing. The way you're struggling to meet his eyes properly is more than enough of a hint.

"Well, see, the thing is that I somehow locked myself out of my dorm room, and I was wondering if you'd let me. . . Sleep here with you for the night?"

Your request shocks him to the core. He's never exactly seen himself as the type of person that anyone could come to for things of this nature, —nonetheless you. His mask of stoicism slips for the moment, and his lips part in surprise.

"You. . . You want to sleep here, with me?" He asks

He's not making this easy on you. You swallow down your pride and speak up again in reply, even though you wish you could sink into the ground and disappear right about now.

"If you're okay with that," you clarify, "but if you're not I. . . I understand why, and that's fine too."

Shinso's still working through his own shock, and he doesn't have the sense in the moment to pick up on the desperation and twinges of shame that entwine with the words you speak.

When he doesn't say anything, you back away from him further.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, "I shouldn't have asked this of you. I'm gonna go try to pick the lock again, hopefully that'll pan out in the end or something—"

"No!" He cuts you off so unexpectedly that it startles you, and you flinch before him, which he scolds himself for.

"Sorry, no, I didn't mean to raise my voice, I just. . ."

His words trail off, but after a deep breath, he finds his way. Or, he finds what he can only hope are the right words.

"You can stay the night," he says, "it's no trouble. I'm just not used to people relying on me, so when I realized you'd come to me out of everyone else, I was a little dazed. And I still am, but that's not important, so just come inside. My room is a little messy though."

He's at a loss as to why you'd come to him over anyone else. Midoriya, the ever-helpful boy he is, seems like a perfect candidate to Shinso, —far better than him. Iida as well, so reliable and always willing to lend a hand to anyone in need. Kirishima even, so kind and compassionate, ready to give anyone a smile and word of encouragement at any given moment. . . So why him?

Shinso wonders that for the rest of the night, but he never does ask. Instead, he makes sure you're comfortable and watches as you fall asleep, sparing glances your way throughout the night whilst he struggles to let sleep overtake him. He thinks to himself that you look so peaceful when you're resting, and he can't help but wonder what you're dreaming of. But come morning, he doesn't ask about that either.

𖦹. ━ SHOJI !!

Shoji panics a bit when he opens his door and sees you standing before him. The two of you are friends, of course, but he's always sensed that there was an unacknowledged distance between himself and you that was just. . . Understood. He's always felt that there were invisible lines he couldn't cross, as well as ones he needed to read between. This, however, seems to be in total opposition to that. You're here in front of him at this hour, and he's just trying to keep it together.

"Is something wrong, y/n?" Shoji asks.

"Ah, well, I guess you could put it like that," you answer with an awkward accompanying laugh, "I'm sorry for bugging you so late at night."

"That's okay," he assures you, "what happened? You're not hurt, right?"

He doesn't see any injuries on you, —your clothes aren't dirty nor disheveled, your body language seems at least semi-relaxed, and with all of that noticed, he comes to the conclusion that, whatever it is that's happening, it's probably not dangerous.

"No, not at all," your words confirm his suspicions and ease his heart all the same, "I just made a stupid mistake, and I need to ask someone for a favor, so. . . Here I am."

Your wary smile tells him that it took a lot of courage for you to do this, and even more so, you seem exhausted to him. Whatever's going on, he's more than willing to help.

"Ask away, if there's anything I can do for you, I'll certainly try my best," he tells you.

"Somehow, I ended up locking myself out of my dorm," you admit, embarrassing as it is to do so, "and I don't want to bother anyone about it until morning. . . Other than you, I guess, which I'm still sorry about."

The look in his eyes tells you that you don't need to be. You still are, but the fact that he doesn't feel it's necessary is elating.

"All that being said, I came here to ask if I could stay with you for the night? I understand if you don't feel comfortable enough to say yes, but you were the only person I thought I could ask something like this of."

Shoji's a little stunned, but he agrees rather quickly nonetheless. He's sure you'd do the same for him if the shoe were on the other foot. Since the last time you saw his room, he's upgraded a bit. . . Not by much, per say, but anything is noticeable given the lackluster state of it previously. He has a nicely sized bed now, although it doesn't look like the most comfortable one you've ever seen, and a few books are lying in the corner of the room. You just hope they're for recreational reading and not studying, —it's clear that he deserves to indulge in a hobby or two.

He's a big guy, so it can't be helped that he nudges you a few times throughout the night. But, he always apologizes, even if you're fast asleep. Shoji is hyperaware of your presence and does his best to give you the space he feels you probably want. Crossing your boundaries is the last thing he'd want to do. You'd mind a lot less than he knows, but hey. . . That's a conversation for another time.

𖦹. ━ SHIHAI !!

Shihai does his best to cover up his nervousness when you knock on his door a few minutes before curfew. As much as he wants people to believe that his confidence has no limits, —it does, and they're far easier to reach than he'd ever feel comfortable letting on.

"Hey," he greets as casually as he can currently muster.

"Hey," you parrot, a little breathy in comparison, "are you busy right now or anything?"

He shakes his head, opening the door a little wider so that he can lean against the frame, hoping that will make him seem much more nonchalant than he feels.

"Nope. . . I was just getting ready for bed. Is there something you need?"

Here it comes, —the part you've been dreading the most since deciding to come to him for this. It's not that you fear he'll laugh at or mock you, but man. . . Admitting this mistake you've made to someone like him, who seems to have everything together, feels like a real blow to your ego. Even so, you still felt like he was the best option. He's a lot of things, and a hero is one of them, even if he hasn't officially been granted that title yet.

"This is a little embarrassing," you preface, "but uh. . . I locked myself out of my dorm room, and I need somewhere to sleep for the night. I was hoping you'd let me crash on your floor or something?"

The fact that you've come to him makes him feel a lot of different things at once, none of which he can accurately put a name to. All Shihai is sure of is that "crashing on his floor," as you put it, isn't exactly an option.

"Ah come on, the floor?" He gives you a small chuckle, hoping it sounds more charming than it feels as it erupts from the back of his throat.

"I have a bed, and it's plenty big enough for two. No need for you to wreck your back or anything."

You sigh in relief as he invites you inside. That went a lot better than you could have imagined, —although, in all fairness, you'd mostly been thinking of the worst-case scenarios in the first place. Shihai tries to keep up his facade as best he can manage. . . Maybe one day he'll let you see the vulnerable parts of him, let you see the little boy with big dreams and high hopes that lives inside him, —but today is not that day, and tonight is not that night.

He bristles when you turn in your sleep in the early hours of the morning. The top of your foot brushes his calf, and his heart croons. All of this is so sudden, and to him, it feels so intimate. Something about the feeling of your skin as it brushes against him so innocently, in a moment where you're so unaware that it's even happening. . . He resists the urge to sneak a peek at your face as you rest beside of him, comfortable enough to let your guard down when you're lying next to him. Instead, he resigns himself to this spot at your side, a few inches of space between his hand and yours, and he listens closely for the sound of your gentle breathing, allowing it to lull him to sleep.

[astaroth1357]

When MC Won’t Pick Up the Phone

Lucifer

Usually not one to jump to any conclusions. He’ll send a text and wait an hour or two… then send another one.

If the second text goes unread then he’s calling, though.

If the call goes unanswered THEN he’s starting to worry and getting his brothers on the case.

Lucifer: Have any of you seen MC? They aren't responding to my texts…

Mammon: Did you piss them off?

Satan: I bet he pissed them off.

Levi: He's acting like a needy girlfriend, lol!

Lucifer: Care to repeat that, Levi?

Levi: Nevermind

Beel: I saw the MC in the library before I left RAD.

Lucifer: Good, bring them here and I'll take you to Madame Scream's.

Beel: On it!

Belphie: Wow, he IS needy…

Lucifer: 😡😡😡

Mammon

Mammon is a text spammer, we all know this.

Any time he sends a message, the MC has a BARE MINIMUM of five minutes to respond, if he’s lonely not even that.

If the MC misses the deadline, then they get what’s coming to them.

Mammon: Oi, MC!

Mammon: MC?

Mammon: Hey pick up!

Mammon: Are ya busy?

Mammon: I want to go shoppin!

Mammon: MC??

Mammon: Ya worryin me!!

MC: Mammon, I was taking a shower for fuck’s sake!

Mammon: Oh.

Mammon: … Need any help getting dressed?

Levi

Lowkey cyberstalker?

It’s the jealousy mostly, poor boy gets so paranoid sometimes… 

If the MC isn’t responding to his messages then he’ll start checking all of their most used social accounts to try and see if they’re online or at least were active anywhere else.

If he finds them on somewhere else, he’ll send a message there but they’ll have a bit of explaining to do for not responding to his text (Thankfully he has a hard time staying mad at them so they can get let off pretty easy with just a few “I love you”s)

If he can’t find them active anywhere then he might just… call… them… But that’s a socially anxious person’s worst nightmare so that’s his last resort!

They better pick up or he’s mobilizing the navy to go find them... Abuse of power? What does that even mean? 

Satan

Satan can be kind of hard to keep track of himself so he's more forgiving.

If he can’t get ahold of MC, then he's more likely to assume that they’re just busy and give them a few hours to respond.

If they're actually busy, then he's very lax and doesn't mind if they're a little late.

If he gets worried, he'll ask around, but he tends to air on the side of more rational explanations for their silence than jumping to conclusions.

But if they're giving him some kind of silent treatment or just didn't feel like responding… then oh boy… 

A word to the wise, don't ignore Satan. He can skip their mind, but DON'T ignore him. He doesn't react to pettiness well…

Punishment will be in order. Take your warning now.

Asmo

Honestly, even worse than Mammon.

He'll tell you that text spam is tacky, but what Asmo does isn't much better.

If the MC doesn't respond to him in the time he likes, then he'll just start texting them things. Random things.

Asmo: MC~!

Asmo: I absolutely MUST tell you about this jacket I just saw in Magolish today!!

Asmo: It's just perfect for yours truly, you HAVE to see it!

Asmo: MC?

Asmo: Hello?

Asmo: MC, you're going to miss seeing me in my jacket!!

Asmo: I also have to tell you about what Simeon did today in class when Mammon tried to pick his pocket!

Asmo: He had that idiot in an arm lock so fast Baal hadn't finished his sentence!

Asmo: MC?

If it gets too bad, they'll start getting sent selfies of a sad Asmo looking like a lost puppy without their attention…

Asmo: I'm still waiting for you to see my jacket! 😠

He rarely holds their lapses in attention against them, but he starts getting actually worried then they have better have a good reason. 😤

Beel

Honestly, he's kind of the one who's hard to get ahold of. Between practices, workouts, and the fact that he HAS accidentally eaten his phone a couple times, Beel can take a bit to get back to someone...

He's extra understanding if the MC doesn't get his messages. Never mad at all. He honestly prefers to tell them things in person anyway so it works out.

… If he can find them that is. If he hasn't seen them all day and they aren't responding then you're going to get a worried Beel.

He'll send a few more messages, make a few calls, ask his brothers what's up, that sort of thing. If all else fails, he'll go through their laundry then use his nose to sniff them out like a bloodhound.

At that point, they better be locked in a tower or something or you'll have a very upset Beel. Not mad, just upset (which could honestly be worse... Don't worry him like that! 😣)

Belphie

Think that because he's dead to the world half the day, they get to be lazy with his texts? Wrong.

Brat of the highest caliber, if he wants to hear from them then he wants to hear from them NOW. Unfortunately, he's mostly awake during the weirdest times so good luck...

Belphie: MC?

Belphie: MC? Are you awake?

Belphie: I can’t sleep.

Belphie: MC?

Belphie: MC, I'm bored…

MC: Belphie, do you know what time it is…?

Belphie: Oh good, you're awake.

MC: No thanks to you…

Belphie: Would you like to go back to sleep? Me too.

Belphie: Come up to the attic, we can sleep there together.

MC: Goodnight Belphie.

Belphie: Wait MC

Belphie: … did you just turn your phone off again?

Belphie: No fair…

[chaeryybomb]

BRUTAL

pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon

summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while. 

genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour

featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki 

word count: 4.5k 

warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity

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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.

Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.

"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.

Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.

As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.

"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.

Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.

"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'

"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."

The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.

"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."

"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.

"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.

The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.

You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.

Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.

They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.

You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.

"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.

Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.

Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.

You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.

Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.

"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).

Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.

Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"

"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.

The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.

Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???

[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u

[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung

[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay

[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined

[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no

[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences

[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb

[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)

[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d

[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know

[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today

[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand

[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨

[7:28 pm] jungwon: i

[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's

[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea

[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it

[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not

[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date

[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths

[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up

[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward

[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one

[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID

[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE

[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh

[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung

[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3

[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-

Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.

But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.

He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.

Oh, it was a message from you.

[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is

[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts

Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.

[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/

[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for

[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD

This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.

[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want

[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study

[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course

[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??

[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying

[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?

[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure

[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!

You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.

Keyword: tried.

If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?

Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?

Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.

You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.

Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.

You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.

Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.

Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.

But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.

You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.

"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Out," you simply replied.

That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.

"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.

The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.

You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.

You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.

They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.

The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.

Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.

You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.

Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."

The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.

You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.

Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.

"You're not below us, you know that right?"

You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"

The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.

"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.

As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."

"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.

Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.

"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.

You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.

Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.

After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.

"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.

"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."

You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.

"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."

(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)

You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"

"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."

"Oh." Oh.

"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?

While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.

Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.

"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.

You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.

"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."

Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.

"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"

© chaeryybomb 2021

a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3

[emilycollins00]

hey! so, i was going through your blog these days (i might have spam a bit sorry ) and i saw you were a teacher? I'm about to start working soon but I'm so scared to be honest and you seem to give like a friendly aura? (it makes sense in my head lmao) plus i saw you have done fun activities with kids and such so wanted to ask, do you have any tips to get them to... like you or get used to you? Thanks in advance and sorry this was so long!! Take care! 💫

Hi there!! Aw not at all, I loved seeing you go through them! Made me really happy 💕

Also congrats!!! Education is a beautiful field. I'm honored i give off that image ajsbjdsh not a veteran by far but I can share my thoughts so hopefully they can give you an idea? Each school, class and kid is a whole word on its own after all.

First, I imagine you have this in mind but I insist you must always establish a firm line between what you allow in class and what it shouldn't be done.

I say this because I was also really anxious about having the kids have the time of their lives ajdhdjdb but there are going to be SO many times they won't listen, be tired, sleepy, or in a bad mood, which happens more often than not.

I have worked with elementary students and the first days it's super important they understand the rules they must follow. For that, I usually let them explain me the rules if the semester started and I'm the one "barging in" OR have them be the ones to decide the rules with me as the mediator. And honestly? they end up always pretty well (like raising your hand, distribution of chores, not talking over others or make a signal for when there's too much noise... they usually know)

Second, If your school works with proyects or allow more freedom to work on your syllabus, I'd suggest you take into account their interests and make investigations or as i mentioned proyects that catch their attention (for ex. I have done proyects about the uses of water, how does a theatre work, history phases...)

If your school is more strict, you can still try to use other things aside from the textbook (not saying the book is bad, just another tool) bc they are such a good reinforcement! Kids love to go to the school library, bring things from home, look into the web, discuss (I always have out a wall of ideas), to draw, to present stuff in front of others ... You get the gist!

Third, Try to talk with their other teachers to get to know the class dynamic faster. Sometimes they can be a bit harsh, but it does help bc there's just so much information you can gather the first weeks.

Fourth, Rewards! I have a point system I have always used, you may know what it is about bc it's pretty generic. At the end of the month if they have done good things (helped others, do their homework, listened in class...) and gotten points, they can exchange them (or even wait more to use them).

These absolutely depend on the class vibe tho. Some of them I could never have implemented in other classes and viceversa bc I know they'd get too crazy or wouldn't pay attention to class asdfkgk anyway, you can find lots on the internet but the ones that I ended up using the most due to popular demand are:

Choose a song while we are having lunch

Sit on my desk for a full day

Wear slippers in class

Bring their favorite toy to school

3 uses of dance mode on me

5 more minutes of recess

These are the main things that come to mind! Of course I can assure you all in all most kids tend to know when an adult is being honest, so just be there for them, listen to them and enjoy what their little minds come up with, it's so so worth it 💕

[h0rr0rsaxo]

I'm pulling out an old ship. Addict and Jeff. Its been a while. So I can imagine that Jeff doesn't like being around the mansion much, he dislikes Slender and everyone else he could live without so when Addict runs into him in the mansion, she is pleasantly surprised. Obviously they say hi and catch up a little since Jeff has been gone when he went off for a while and did his own thing and Addict was busy with proxy stuff.

But just a reminder, Jeff has no idea Varrick is around so when Varrick comes up and starts talking to Addict, Jeff freaks out and gets really infuriated. All Jeff remembers about Varrick is how much of an asshole he is and what he did to Addict. So he probably punches Varrick in the face and tries to throw hands before Addict stops and tries to calm him down, of course now Varrick feels bad because he was reminded of what he had done to Addict so we have a angry, insane Jeff and a somewhat sad, guilty Varrick which leaves Addict in the middle of it all.

Plus I can imagine Jeff being super protective of Addict, especially around Varrick since Jeff has been there since day one when Addict got left at the mansion, alone.

(Please take your time with this! Sorry if this is super long.....but feel free to spam me and I mean like send me 3 requests at least, as a minimum!)

[ Reunion - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Addict and Jeff reunite,

PAIRINGS; Jeff x Addict, Varrick x Addict.

CONTENT WARNINGS; None

NOTE; This is kinda bad...other request will be finished shortly after this one.

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

CHARACTER COUNT; 6,492

Snow sharply bit at Jeff's warm skin, the air becoming colder and colder with each minute passing. The dark blizzard clouds above them were moving in fast with the hectic winds whirling through the town. As more clouds moved in, they enthusiastically consumed the light of day and persuaded the night to come faster than expected. Jeff kept a watchful eye in the streets as his group moved from building to building. 

‘Gotta hurry and find shelter...’ Jeff found himself staring back up at the snowy sky once a vicious wind tore at his hair and clothing. He narrowed his eyes once seeing the snow beginning to fall heavier and heavier. There was no more time to waste; with or without a smile-dog, who had randomly wandered off, he had to scout ahead to find shelter for the night.

As he walked carefully through the street, he looked back and forth for any type of demonic movement that might threaten security. There were houses just on the edge of town and it wouldn't take any time for him to find a secure one and clear it out quickly. Jeff worked better by himself anyways. He was more effective when he didn’t have anyone to worry about or protect in this type of situation. It had been the reason he no longer lived at the mansion, they were honestly just too much to deal with at the moment. Jeff narrowed his eyes and stopped, seeing fresh, foot-prints littering from sidewalk to sidewalk. He knelt down and rubbed his fingers along it subconsciously, cautiously checking if the foot-prints were even human.

He stared back down at the foot-prints confusingly and stood back to his feet. Jeff rubbed his fingers on his pant leg and stepped over the line, careful not to step in it and leave tracks. He pulled the gun against his shoulder and carefully walked through the small graveyard of cars, his eyes darting back and forth from window to window.

Another violent wind tore through the town and this time, it brought a snowy vengeance. The snow rained down heavily from the blackened sky, causing Jeff to stop and question his ventures. Even though he worked well alone, he knew that it wasn’t the smartest idea to stray too far. He had to learn that the hard way back at the mansion Jeff threw his arm up in front of his face to shield his cold cheeks from another gust of wind, grunting to himself as he felt his fingers beginning to go numb. His ears picked up the sound of crunching snow, and instantly he turned on his heel.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Jeff said more to himself than her ears. A light smile, slyer than any other, pulled on Jeff’s lips as he saw a banner right above a wall of people. He nudged Addict with his elbow, “Alright, what are you doing here?”

 

Jeff turned around to face Addict and she stared up at him meekly, her clothes slightly dampened from the blood soaked on her skin. As his eyes trailed off, he noticed Varrick pacing up to them, and he instantly felt pissed off. She read his eyes quickly and turned around to lead him from the situation before he decided to turn it ugly. Jeff had no problem taking Varrick, even if he got his ass handed to him. He just wanted to kick his ass. 

 

“Shouldn’t be going around here by yourself, especially with that asshole.” Jeff growled at her, angrier with himself that he didn’t tag along while she was alone with Varrick. 

 

Addict stopped and he almost bumped into her, looking at her vibrant brown eyes and ignoring the anger that sparked in Jeff when he saw Varrick. Addict couldn’t help but smile to lighten his mood and lifted the beer that still gripped tightly in her hand. She completely ignored the irritated look on his face,

 

“I got you a beer.” She randomly mentioned. His lips pulled into an amused smirk at her actions, shaking his head slightly as a gruff chuckle emerged from his throat. He ruffled her hair slightly, smirking in pleasure as he watched her reaction.

“Jeff! Is that you? Haven't seen you in a long time!” A content voice laughed and Jeff looked up to see the very tall man standing over her. The look of amusement quickly turned into a jagged scowl peering out. Deep blue eyes glared down at him, making Varrick gulp a bit nervously as the atmosphere around Jeff slowly seemed to get increasingly aggressive.

 

“I think he doesn't like me,” Varrick whispered slightly, his hand yanked Addict gently by the arm as he pulled her aside, 

  

“You wanna lose that hand? Let go of her.” Addict looked over to see Jeff at her side, his jaw tight and eyes glowering. Varrick's eyes narrowed and he abruptly moved his hand,

 

“The fuck are you doing here? I thought you were busy working with Zalgo?” Keffpointed out, but Varrick didn’t bother to acknowledge what he said, trying to calm the current situation. The angry killer's eyes shifted to Addict again, “Last time I remember seeing you, you were leaving all the time for that fucking demon. I preferred it when you were gone all the time.”

 

“That’s bullshit! C'mon, I've been by her side, and I left Zalgo's side, in case you haven't remembered.” Varrick mentioned, “You would know that if you weren't gone all the time, it seems like you're the one leaving all the time now.”

 

“What’d you say?” Jeff growled as he took a step towards Varrick, “At least I didn't fucking abandon Addict when she needed me most, I know I'm a piece of shit, but I'm glad I'll never be as fucked up as you.” Guilt riddled Varrick's expression when he heard that, his expression slightly twisting as his lips pressed into a thin line. Jeff wasn't wrong about that, he did constantly leave Addict behind without an explanation of any kind. Even if he was under the influence of Zalgo, he still felt horrible about it.

 

“Let’s just take a step back here.” Addict tugged at Jeff, managing to get him to take a couple steps back, "C'mon Jeff, Varrick really has changed. I know you hate him, but he's really trying right now, especially with how traumatized he got from Zalgo."

 

“You’re missing the point.” Jeff replied and Addict continued to stand her ground,

 

“I don’t believe I am. You’re just acting like a little baby about this entire situation. Things happen sometimes, so just get over it.”

 

The killer seemed to be a bit speechless to be told off by the smaller woman. Upon hearing no reply, Addict grabbed at Jeff's arm and pulled him along with her. Jeff looked a bit dumbfounded himself and looked back at the rather tall proxy looking somewhat guilty, seeing that he was now turning in the opposite direction. Jeff tilted his head and looked at Addict, “Fine..”

[moonlit-imagines]

QUEEN OF THE KINGDOM 👸👑✨💖 CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! You and your 5k subjects are absolutely killing it!!! I'm so sorry I spam you every time you post, but your ideas are pure gold!!! You seriously deserve all the love and support in the entire world!!! Though I wish your rules were read more.... anyways.... Know that I, and so many others, absolutely love and cherish all that you do and who you are!!! Youre an incredible writer and too funny for your own good, I love your lil personal posts 💕 Congratulations!!!! May I please request a ship from the Queen herself? Xoxoxo💜💖💜💖💜💖💜

Name: Enna 💕

Gender+Pronouns: Female, she/her

Sexuality: bisexual 💙💜💖

Fandom: MCU (I have seen everything, yes it is a problem 😋)

Relationship: Romantic! 🥰

Love Language: Quality time!!! 😌

Physical Traits: Unfortunately I'm 4'11" lol. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles. Ten tattoos so far ;) and seven piercings! I've dyed my hair every color and had it every style you can imagine lol (am I going pink next? 100%!!). I exclusively wear black nail polish and wear lots of dark colors. I try to make it dark-academia-ish or witchy, but I'd wear pajamas everyday if I could!!

Personality Traits: I'm awfully shy 😳 and more sarcastic than I mean to be!!! That's the only thing anybody wrote about in my yearbook. I try to be as kind as possible, though I'm never sure if I actually am. I'm super introverted and absolutely love alone time. I don't have many friends, but the ones I do have I would do anything for. I have the habits of an old lady :) I love collecting lil trinkets and I'm too sentimental for my own good!! 💖 I've told every crush I've had that I liked them because I never expect anything from them, I just gotta get it out. Idk if that's good or bad? I suck at procrastinating and wait til the last minute for everything!!

Hobbies: I love to read/write!!! I like to cook and bake, but it's really no fun unless I can share it lol. I waste way too much time watching scary movies and can't get enough of them. I listen to true crime podcasts all day, everyday and could talk about them forever. I play animal crossing obsessively, but that's okay? And I try to journal every day, though it's mostly complaining about school or talking about how much I love certain authors/writing styles 😂

Likes+Dislikes: I love the beach, the rain, cold weather. Scary movies and anything Halloween! I love dystopian and horror fiction books more than anything. I visit my local art museum so much they know my name lmaoo. I love all kinds of art, though oil paintings are just too beautiful. My dude, I hate spiders. Like, it's pretty sad :P I'm petrified of them. I don't like heights either, but a good roller-coaster can change that. Public speaking will be the death of me I swear. I really dislike how louder/more extroverted tendencies are idolized and how STEM fields are seen as "safe" but humanities are "a waste of time".... (lol okay those are my most controversial opinions 😉)

Other Relevant Info: I'm an Englisj major, I write for the school newspaper, and I want to be either a writer or an English professor when I grow up!!

CHOICE NUMBER: 5.) The Beginning

*also!!! I know how taxing ships can be... they're super overwhelming especially when rules aren't being followed :/ so please take some time for yourself to relax!! I always get nervous requested ships because I never want to overwhelm anyone!!! 💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖💜💖💜

ENNAAAAAA i love u so much my queen u really are the best. MWAH MWAH MWAH

i ship you with…

Makkari!!!

Makkari has traveled the world round and round a thousand times over, yet she’s never been bored of the secrets it holds. However, she has been bored of waiting for her purpose to be fulfilled. One day, she took a stroll through the museum you frequent, and you caught her eye right away. You might have reminded her of someone, truthfully. But she just knew by the way that you looked at the pieces throughout the room that you had a deep appreciation for them. And if you liked this, she could only imagine how you’d feel about her collection. It might have been moving fast, but that was what she was all about. So she took a chance and tapped you on the shoulder.

5K Shipping Event!

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ok rant (? started out as a rant but descended into chaos) time

no but I find it absolutely fucking hilarious that my parents are like "oh just move on from your trauma" and then don't tell me how to do that, trigger me even when I've told them about my triggers, make me talk to people that trigger me, and make me go to places that trigger me. like...ya think maybe, just maybe, that, idk, I might have trouble moving on from those events if I have to relive them all the time? and I've explained it to them but they just refuse to understand it and they don't understand the word "no" either and I just,,,find this the funniest thing ever cause like they don't fucking understand! they don't! and I've told them but they refuse to! and I'm laughing this is so funny they refuse to understand

I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING I'M SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY LIKE THEY REFUSE TO UNDERSTAND IT AND I,,,,,I JUST JKDJFKDLSJFLDKJFD THEY REFUSE TO GET IT AND THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER THEY REFUSE TO HELP THEIR CHILD LIVE A HAPPY LIFE

what kind of parent does that? a shitty one. they're the most hypocritical people I've ever met cause THEY'VE moved on from their trauma and they respect each other's triggers and my brother's triggers but like,,,not mine and why? CAUSE THEY'RE BAD AT THEIR JOB. THEY'RE BAD PARENTS and I'm literally laughing so hard this is so funny to me and my mother has said before that she is proud of me for not skipping school because she assumed I would but she's proud that I haven't. like,,,,wow okay I literally have no reason whatsoever to skip school though??? why would you assume that? and idk I just find it hilarious that my mother both expects me to get an A+ on every subject and also skip school. like bitch excuse me? that's...HHJFDHSFKHFDSKH THAT'S FUNNY IT'S FUNNY THIS IS FUNNY. I'M SORRY. I'M REALLY SORRY THIS IS HILARIOUS TO ME AND I WROTE OUT A WHOLE GODDAMN RANT ABOUT THIS BUT IT'S JUST THREE PARAGRAPHS OF ME BEING LIKE "MY PARENTS' HORRIBLE TREATMENT OF ME IS FUNNY" AND LIKE...IT IS THOUGH!

I feel like Alvar Vacker and Winter Schnee right now. like I just,,,this is so funny but I also want to stab something right now. is this normal? I don't think this is normal. I should talk to a therapist or doctor but I'm my own therapist and everybody else's too and idk it just seems...wrong to burden people with MY problems when they have their own. i should stop telling people when I'm sad, they don't need that. No, no but they care. why do they, though? my parents "care." they yell at me, say I'm not enough, tell me it's hard to take care of me, but they care. I guess. i think they care. caring is bad. caring for someone is bad. i shouldn't...i shouldn't trust people, because trust gets you hurt. and i hate being hurt. and i shouldn't care about people. i shouldn't care. do i even care? did i ever care? yes. but i won't anymore.

I have gone back to wishing I could acquaint a ridgdly edged object fundamentally used in the construction of walls with my biological father's facial structure. (translation: ok nvm I wanna hit my dad in the face with a brick)

maybe if you didn't yell at me i wouldn't listen to music so loudly. father

father (derogatory)

i am going to lie down on the floor and listen to Special Girl by dodie until i die

i'm the eldest daughter but I'm not a daughter i'm a son but my parents don't care

i feel nothing but the crushing weight of responsibility on my shoulders

I believe I need a counselor, or therapist, or- no, I have one already, I'm my own therapist

I can deal with this on my own

hey mother when you look through my tumblr and read this PLEASE GET ME SOME ANTIDEPRESSANTS OR ADHD MEDS IM NOT DOING TOO GOOD

the powerpuff girls reboot script made me speedrun the five stages of grief I hate it so much

cats opening partially closed doors with their FACES is wild and I love it

I want more soda.

everything hurts and I'm dying

Okay so what the hell happened here Nina please get yourself into shape you need to figure out why you did a 180 from being sad to being angry to being sad to being angry and also that gender can fluid you really be switching from "gender is for mortals" to "none gender left boy" with your emotions too

this picture of Winter Schnee perfectly encapsulates my mood right now

im in pain everybody! were in pain! specifically in my chest! what the hell is happening with my lungs

nevermind we're good now

YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO HURT THE WAY YOU KNOW THAT I DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I FEEL LIKE I'LL BE OKAY AND I HOPE I CAN JUST MAINTAIN IT I WILL NOT LET MYSELF BECOME MY PROBLEM

AND I'M JUST WAITING FOR THE DAY YOU SAVE ME FROM MYSELF 'CAUSE I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL FOR YOU FOR YOU

AND WRITE IN EVERY SPACE THE WORDS "I LOVE YOU" IN REPLACE THEN MAYBE TIME WOULD NOT ERASE MEEEEE IF YOU COULD ONLY KNOW I'D NEVER LET YOU GOOOO AND THE WORDS I MOST REGRET ARE THE ONES I NEVER MEANT TO LEEEEEEAAAAVEEEEEEEE UNSAID EMILYYYYYYYYYY

*muffled sobbing*

it's projecting onto fictional characters with trauma hours everybody

DO OR DIE YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME BECAUSE THE WORLD WILL NEVER TAKE MY HEART GO AND TRY YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME WE WANT IT ALL WE WANNA PLAY THIS PARY I WON'T EXPLAIN OR SAY I'M SORRY I'M UNASHAMED I'M GONNA SHOE MY SCARS GIVE A CHEAR FOR ALL THE BROKEN LISTEN HERE BECAUSE IT'S WHO WE ARE

hey remember that "fuck therapy I'm becoming a knight" post I spam reblogged yeah that's my current mood rn

anyway that concludes round one of my annual mental breakdown don't worry I'll be back in approximately five minutes after drinking an entire bottle of soda